#on the tip of my tongue

[spacenintendogs]

i can not for the life of me remember the car brand that used what sounded like the beginning notes of "i write sins not tragedies" for their fucking commercials that were all shiney and in shadows and like??? just aesthetic i am losing my god damn mind

[wickerwax]

On the tip of my tongue snip (Quinobi)

I SWEAR I AM GETTING THERE (we've hit 15k. Idk man.) BUT WE ARE GETTING THERE AND IM BASICALLY HEALTHY ITS ALL FINE OKAY

Quin spluttered a laugh, “Are you threatening the safety of my clothes? To make a point to a toaster?”

Obi-Wan was perfectly capable of mimicking a species with twice the limbs when it suited him, and wound Quinlan all up in himself. Rubbed his heel affectionately along the back of Quin’s thigh in a way that did make him wish rather desperately to not be wearing his pants. “Threat is such a harsh word, Quin, I’m suggesting. For the quartermaster’s sake.”

“Maybe you should suggest more bluntly, Obi,” he said, and paused to let suspicion flutter in that ridiculously soft frown, let his smile turn wicked, “Hard to say no to you when you get crass for me.”

[forenzikthecritter]

Guys does anyone else remember this video it was like about this vhs tape found on another planet or something and it had like these little aliens or whatever and there was like this eyeless ginger kid and there was screaming in the background please does anyone remember a video like that??

[puppybong]

&BTW THE WORLD DOES NOT END IF YOU TELL SOMEONE THE WORLD KEEPS SPINNING IF YOU REPORT IT

[layneegarnetsstuff]

Does anybody remember those plastic side that would go over computers when you were in preschool or elementary school back when there was like one computer per room or a computer lab?

I was setting up my medication for the next little bit and the memory of the computer station with the preinstalled games, the ones that had the animal characters that each had their own game with educational value they looked like they could have been made from m s paint.

I just had a sudden positive wave of nostalgia for it.

[torturedartist13]

Can anyone help me find this artist:

-They had a furaffinity account (though I can't for the life of me find them on there anymore). I think their username was something like "Seyoul," "Sayoul"? Something like that

-They posted a lot of occult related artwork

-Some specific pieces I remember:

-Two drawings of a fox and a snake fighting in what looks like an alchemist's lab

-A fox standing in a windy field of flowers. I think it was titled something like "TEMPLE," if I remember correctly

-Two nsfw drawings of a naked lion anthro, both with lavish, maximalist backgrounds

Thank you so so so much to anyone who helps me find this artist!!! I absolutely love their work, but I can't seem to find them online anymore

[anythinganywhereanytimeanyone]

Trying to find/remember a cartoon/anime/a cartoon trying to be an anime. somewhere between the year 2000 to 2007.

Either from Cartoon Network or NickToons Network, Possibly.

i remember 2 key scenes, one where there was a boar engulfed in some sort of "evil" energy, looked like it was rampaging on school grounds? <<<<NOT the boar from Princess mononoke.

Scene 2, a (pink haired?) girl in what seems to be dark blue cyberspace, i think she was trying to exorcise the evil out of the boar, half remember that the evil energy was seeping into her as well turning the cyberspace dark red. <<<<Not sure if its Aelita from Code lyoko or not, i remember that both scenes had that "cartoon trying to be anime" 2000s artstyle but it looked a lot more "anime" than code lyoko, also no big-ass four-heads either.

she also did this to "focus" her powers i think, i don't exactly remember what specific hand gesture she used but i do "know" for certain is that she had at least one finger on both of her temples.

Now for what could be a entirely separate cartoon:

this one was "entirely" CGI i think, i remember there was this pink gelatinous "alien" that was either really goddamm huge or WAS the sky itself, it had a weird appetite, it would ONLY "eat" anything that was "city" related, mailboxes, streetlights.

It was "defeated" by feeding it suburbia type stuff, it ate a garden gnome and it turned into a minty green.

There was the "heroes" there too, they were in some sort of full-body generic sci-fi hero suits that covered their faces with black visors, at least one of them was either pink or purple.

I know all of this DOES sound similar to Code Lyoko but something tells me that its just not it.

[marxalittle]

Tchotchkes, possibly. Knick knacks. Chintz is a block printed calico fabric.

You should fill your house with chintz because knocking shit over is enrichment for your catgirl gf. No, hey. Eyes on me, don't worry about what your husband is doing. That's his business.

[wariomolly]

the time has come to ask about this long lost post again

the nail game / the watermelon game

i think it was a tumblr post but im not sure. op explained a game theu used to play in their mind along with mspaint pictures to illustrate what they imagined.

how to play:

picture a line of nails all connected at the heads. now picture another set of these connected nails, both sets face towards each other like teeth in a mouth. now picture a fruit (usually watermelon) being punctured by the nails. the object of the game is to imagine the fruit getting free of the nails ??? (its been years since ive seen this post so im sure some details are not accurate/missing)

if this rings any bells at all please let me know so i know this wasnt all a dream

[wickerwax]

on the tip of my tongue (Quinobi)

For @clearbluewaters <3

Summary:

The vase gleamed dully at him, covered in artistic red sweeps that were not the runes that had been spotted on the real article, and he swallowed his curse. Breathed in deep, deep, deep, and held the breath until the release of it loosened his back and shoulders on the exhale. Quinlan doesn't miss on many of his missions, but this one slips through his fingers - for now, at least. How interior decorating choices start a series of events that save the galaxy.

Do mind the tags!

[littlewalken]

I am trying to figure out the name of a TV special that aired only once in the late 80s. It was about a bride who was found dead/murdered at the reception in a mansion and the audience got to figure out who did it and might have been able to vote via something like 1-900 phone numbers.

The suspects spoke to the camera about why they didn't do it. Some had pretty convincing surface reasons why they might want to kill her. There might have been a detective or narrator guiding the view along and pointing out some clues. There was evidence of the cause of death for the bride but it wasn't bloody.

If you need the answer to help figure it out I'll tell you after the picture.

If I'm remembering correctly the groom sort of choked the bride while trying to drown her in the punch bowl. A big clue was he changed shirts from one with white buttons to one with black buttons or vice versa.

[fairsweetlonging]

imagine if after the transmigration shen qingqiu became a combination of shen yuan and shen jiu, not in a "second person living in my head" kind of way, but a "this house is haunted and carries the echoes of the dead" kind of way; imagine shen yuan having nightmares about a house, a fire, a faceless boy behind a door he can't remember; imagine him having flashes of emotions he doesn't understand, rage at a name he doesn't recognize, helplessness when yue qingyuan apologizes for something he won't mention, nausea when ning yingying says the name "a-luo"; imagine parts of his own self have changed too, how he now likes bows in his hair, pretty flowers and flowing robes, but can no longer stand a stranger's touch, a man's touch, yet he longs for the brothels, but never sexually, only fondly, like there's something there he misses. there are many empty spaces in his heart where he feels something is missing

[timblrdrake]

Waynes will say “i know a guy” and it’s just our dad or our butler

[iianian69]

i think im ok again. anyway i drew twice

[halohalona]

Beanie

in which you crochet a cat beanie to match Logan's hair

Logan Howlett x reader

i decided to turn this into an imagine instead of a fic cause there's nothing much to it, and the idea is pretty much straight to the point. i wanted to add a picture of the beanie but i'm still making it and i could not wait to post this.

not beta read, this is the first thing I've written in a long while, so bear with me

warnings: none, just fluff cause we need more fluff with this man

"What's that?"

"Oh, it's something I've been working on." You say as you finish the last of the stitches that join the two edges of the crochet rectangle you made. "It’s a cat beanie."

"Hate to break it to you, bub, but It doesn't look much like a cat."

"Just wait." You put the beanie on your head the top corners standing up on the sides of your head. "See? It looks like cat ears! It reminds me so much of your hair, I thought to make one so we could match."

A small smile formed on Logan's lips, finding the sentiment endearing. "Cute."

[confused-wanderer]

Alfred runs a front.

You know those posts where people accidentally stumble upon fronts for money laundering operations? And how the people just roll with it and go “fuck yeah this is a pizza store, what can we get you?” and then proceed to deliver the best pizza you’ve ever had?

That, but with the batcave. Logically, it’s impossible to get near it. There’s no way anyone strategic or analytic can trace back the batfam to find an entrance to it. But somehow this group of college kids stumble upon it on accident after getting horribly lost on their way for a 3 am snack run. They’re all sleep-deprived and so used to Gotham’s eccentricities that they honestly don’t even get alarmed when Google maps tells them to drive through a wall, even less so when it fucking WORKS.

The butler had been bored for the last couple of days, and since everyone was off on missions, the silence was adding to Alfred’s anxiety about his children. So when he sees these group of confused kids yelling into the darkness if this was bar, he says “screw it”. In the blink of an eye, there’s a decoy close to but not quite near the batcave, where Alfred turns the room into a cosy little hangout spot.

It becomes a phenomenon only for the true Gotham locals. And Gotham is protective of its own. Alfred doesn’t have to worry about telling anyone to keep it a secret, it’s now become a sort of initiation/tradition for new Gothamites when the locals think they’ve earned it. Some days Alfred keeps it well hidden when he doesn’t want to entertain, others he allows it to be found, fills up his bartending stall and waits for the chaos. People pour in, and it’s a nice cozy place just to be. Alfred’s a mean bartender, he whips up drinks like never before. Also gives advice like never before.

Some days it’s a bar, and you go there with your closest friends and as long as you clean up after yourselves and aren’t being disruptive, nobody cares. Others the menu includes tea, and it’s the time for bringing games to play with loved ones. Everyone is friendly and plays nice, because Alfred will not hesitate to pull out a shotgun for anyone who things otherwise.

People sometimes spot the bats or the justice league hovering around the location and figure it’s an exclusive occasion, and honestly a billionaire having a private bar for superheroes is not that weird at all so people roll with it.

Alfred exchanges information with others, builds his channel of gossip. He hears about the newer, local threats that emerge. The political and economic issues grieving Gotham’s citizens, and makes a mental note to tell the others. He hears Tim and Stephanie were munching on burgers last night, he guesses all their praise about his waffles were merely lies. But he also knows how Cheryl from the retirement home plays a mean BINGO, and can’t lose even if she tried. Speaking of which, he needs to hold another tournament soon not because Alfred was petty or competitive.. he was merely.. competent.

Nobody from the batfam knows about this. It’s Alfred’s favorite past time, and no one from the batfam is allowed within TWENTY feet of it.

The man’s a proper Englishman. Let him have his tea.