#wits end

[milliebugydementia]

DONT WORRY guys god is just testing me! *holds out my palms with raised eyebrows and a big smile* it's a thing we do sometimes, *shrugs coyly, looks up to the side dreamily* it's like a little game *squints, gestures*. just me and him *swings a finger back and forth between me and the air*, you get it *gestures at you and nods*, YEAH you do! *nods like encouraging a good dog*

[theglowsociety]

[mr-legoman]

When I was on my trip to Japan, I was listening to my family's Adventures in Odyssey collection that I burned and put on an mp3 player.

And it never really struck me how rude and mean the character of Liz Horton was when she was first introduced. Like she could just be terrible to everyone. And I never caught that as a kid.

Also, it's kinda funny how they would occasionally tease a Eugene and Connie pairing. Like there are just few occasions were people will assume they're dating. There was also that joke episode that teased the pairing. That's also something that I never caught as a kid.

[el-blog-pepe]

To Be at your Wits End - Idiom

[keiipopped]

El oh fucking el.

I started writing a cute Christmas-y Hyunjin fic Christmas Eve and the. Stopped after that night and now I wanna scrap it. 😋

I need to be studied fr.

[zephyrchama]

Can you imagine misbehaving slightly at a fancy party - like maybe you're improperly reaching across a table instead of asking for a dish to be passed - and Barbatos subtly slaps you with with his tail.

There's nobody behind your chairs. No one will see. It is important to follow the etiquette that he taught you so these demons don't look down on you, and on humanity as a whole. Though, he can't exactly have a private conversation with you at the dinner table. Sending you a look of disapproval is hard when you're sitting side by side and focused more on the food than on Barbatos sitting next to you.

It's just a flick. Quick, powerful, you barely perceive the cool drag of his tail on the surface of your skin before it starts stinging. It doesn't last lost but it sure leaves an impression. You snap to attention and swivel your neck to stare at him. Barbatos is as poised as ever, with a pleasant smile. He acts like nothing happened. He does hope you'll remember your table manners.

[foldingfittedsheets]

In one misfortunate year I ended up getting into several car accidents. It cemented my general fear and anxiety in cars, because in each case I was either in the car but not driving or driving safely when suddenly something hit me.

One was my ex driving in an unfamiliar city and cutting someone off on accident that resulted in a sideswipe. Another was getting rear ended when I came to a required stop.

The last was when I had a green arrow at an intersection. I turned and was smashed into by someone running a red light, T-boning my little car.

Dazed and in shock I tottered out of the car to behold a crusty older man eating a donut step out of the offending vehicle. A fire truck arrived to block us off from traffic since my car could no longer move under its own power.

“Were you on your way home from work?” The firemen asked me.

I shook my head, struggling to focus on them, “No,” I said vaguely, “I was on my way home from volunteering at the animal shelter.”

In an instant they were closing ranks around me, glaring at the ambivalent donut man who would dare to hit a tiny frail angel who volunteered at the animal shelter. They asked if I needed to get anything out of my car. I did.

“It’s… uh. It’s a little weird though.”

They gestured for me to proceed. I grabbed a bag with snacks and books and filled it with things I couldn’t just leave in my car. Last out I pulled my cutlass.

“Is that a sword?!”

It was. They were instantly like giant puppy dogs, excited and delighted but trying to mind their manners. The bravest said, “Can we…?” I held out the sword. They whooped with delight, unsheathing and marveling at it.

“Why do you have that in your car?”

“I honestly don’t remember, it’s just a fun thing to have at a party now.”

“Is your wrist okay?”

My shock was wearing off and I realized I was cradling my wrist to my chest. “Oh.” I rummaged into my bag and pulled out a wrist brace.

“Wh….why do you already have that?” I was starting to confuse the firemen. I volunteered with cats, had a sword offhand, and kept a wrist brace in my car bag.

“Sometimes I try to hold books in a way that sprains my wrist? So I have this in my car just in case.”

They stared at me. Maybe, like my wife, they assumed it was for masturbation induced injuries. They handed my sword back as the tow truck arrived and thanked me for letting them play with it. They gave donut man one last glare and drove their big truck away.

[meraarts]

Ella: the prince was a foul-mouthed cunt, but sometimes I do wonder if he was actually good in bed

Tadius: unfortunately he was

Ella:

Ella: what

Tadius: what

[crowatyourwindow]

Kenji and his cow Hanako II were the best duo from wan change my mind

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

if time was a religion i would be its most devoted follower 🕰️ 🙏🧎

;3 extras +

full design sorta + original sketches with CW's hadonkabadonks that i sadly had to cover with his clockface 😔

also here is the inspiration - Doha the priest from 'I thought my time was up' on webtoon 😳😰😰

[sminny-wew]

Idk for certain if this is going to apply to future Welcome Home updates, BUT

There's a saying/quote that goes something along the lines of:

"Once is by chance.

"Twice is a coincidence.

"Three times is a pattern."

[rottxdecay]

Gricko, you gain the ability to break the fourth wall.

bruises warning!

secondary little doodle of him healin' after a battle!

[dizzybizz]

mingling memeing for today 🥰

[lumishells]

beautiful 1-3 for our boys

[strawberryyyenthusiast]

It’s thanksgiving and Steve is making dinner for the guys, plus Robin, Chrissy, and Wayne. Steve is pulling out all of the stops— he’s making a turkey, a ham, Mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, yams and marshmallows, stuffing, the works. His turkey isn’t even dry, which causes Freak to propose to Steve on the spot.

Everything is homemade and obviously super delicious. But, Steve isn’t paying attention to his omnipod and barely eats anything all day. He’s had little tastes of some stuff here and there to make sure that it tastes good, but besides that, it’s been nothing.

Eddie comes into the kitchen and finds Steve almost dead on his feet, monotonously stirring the gravy.

“Hey Stevie, how are you feeling?” He wraps his arms around Steve’s middle and turns the burner off, coaxing Steve to a seat at the table. “When was the last time you checked your level, my love?”

Steve shrugs and motions toward his diabetes pouch.

Eddie first checks Steve’s pod, then his phone to see how far off the app is, before pricking Steve’s finger.

“Yikes, babe. Let me get you a snack and a juice.” Eddie gently places a Garfield bandaid around Steve’s middle finger and kisses the top of his head. “Be right back, baby.”

Ten minutes later, Steve is feeling much better and lets Robin take care of the rest of the cooking. Eddie holds Steve hostage on the couch and continually monitors Steve’s blood sugar levels for the rest of the night.

Steve wakes up the next morning snuggled into a blanket burrito. His head is in eddie’s lap and they are both in the couch. His fingers feel faintly sore and he sees the bandaids on almost all of his fingers.

“Hey Eds?” Steve shakes his partner awake and plants a big kiss onto his lips.

“Yeah?” Eddie is rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and stretching. “What’s up?”

Steve smiles. “Thank you for taking care of me. I love you. And I think we should get married tomorrow.”

Eddie laughs. “I love you too, Stevie. Can you wait until Saturday? I already have an appointment made at the courthouse.”

[benevolenterrancy]

~ Extremely Unwilling Magical Protagonists Attempt To Outrun The Plot And Not Fucking Die ~

(@takofukkatsumi this tag is from a while ago but it hasn't left my brain -- L-Space got very weird all of a sudden)