#( ft. the statue )

[clockworkreapers]

the idea of sburb happening Aleph Null and then it goes up the chain of command to be like: "Um so... one of our inner empire planet colonies has just been destroyed in a matter of hours and we have no explanation as to why"

"What."

[cultdionysus]

Roman statue of Apollo from a local art museum

[mossiistars]

[hychlorions]

aquarium date :3

[bruxbea]

was originally playing with markers but ended up going over the whole thing again digitally~ my Fields of Mistria farmer who may or may not be a harvest goddess in "disguise"-

[wafflesinthesky]

after 2 separate train rides, 3 different barnes and nobles, a 45 minute bike ride to cross the bridge, getting lost in lower Manhattan, and minor dehydration,

i finally got it.

[airxn]

sup binches

[itolerate]

thinking about Crowley’s gay little statue

[chillydownhere2]

Source Me laf@ilyF ❤️

[sighonaraa]

📓!!!!!

*cracks knuckles* buckle up for thee silliest fic idea i have ever had in my entire life.

Roy takes Jamie home. Later, Jamie won't remember how this happened; won't remember leaving the locker room, or changing out of his kit, or buckling the seatbelt, or the drive to Roy's gaff. But he did leave the locker room, and he did change out of his kit, and the seatbelt did get buckled, and he did drive to Roy's gaff. Was driven. By Roy. By Roy fucking Kent. Roy fucking Kent drives Jamie home after what might be the worst night he's ever had, and Jamie doesn't remember shit about it except that it's somehow true. Roy fucking Kent also lets Jamie borrow a spare pair of his pyjamas. In any other circumstance, Jamie would laugh so hard he wouldn't be able to breathe 'round it.

Instead, he tugs the over-long sleeves over his hands as he sits on the couch, staring blankly at the wall opposite, pulse thrumming hard and fast in the hollow of his throat even though the danger's long gone. He can't-- he can't stop imagining the give of his dad's cheek beneath his knuckles, that tipsy, startled backwards stumble. The cold vice of fear surging up his throat like a fucking python, ready to squeeze its prey to death. He shouldn't've-- he shouldn't've-- Christ. Jesus fucking Christ, he's fucked up, he's fucked up more than he's ever fucked up before and he can't-- "I gotta go," Jamie blurts, launching to his feet. Roy's in the room over, cooking something on the stove. Eggs, maybe. The smell of them turns Jamie's stomach. "I--I gotta--" "Jamie," says Roy. The stove clicks off, and then Roy's in the entryway in his socks. Jamie'd been in his socks. He'd been in his socks and he's been in his socks in front of his dad his whole life but this time was different, this time was-- "He's gonna--he's gonna come," Jamie says. Or-- gasps. His lungs ain't working proper-like. His nails dig deep into his palms and he measures an exhale, forcing it to escape him slow and steady. It hurts. "He ain't gonna--he's gonna come and I don't wanna get you in trouble or nothin', so--so I gotta go, just--just let me go, please--" "You're not going fucking anywhere," says Roy. Jamie tenses on instinct, 'cause those words are fucking terrifying on their own, and it's only after a moment in which he turns them over in his mind that he realizes there's nothing to be afraid of, not here. He convinces his shoulders to drop from his ears. "Actually." The shoulders go up to the ears again. Jamie croaks, "Actually?" "You said he's going to come," says Roy. There's some electric note in his voice, an undercurrent of that anger he carries with him wherever he goes. Jamie's heard it directed his way, except-- except this ain't the same. This is the rage of a wild animal caged. "You said he's going to come for you?" "He--" Jamie swallows. He's in his socks again, ain't he. Even through them his feet are cold. "He--" Roy nods. It's decisive, and firm. He's also in his socks. They've got avocados on them. Jamie thinks he might've noticed that already, but it's-- it's hitting him again, and a hysterical cough attempts to claw its way off his tongue and dies halfway there. "Right, then," says Roy. "Then we're leaving." "W-what?" Jamie's ears must not be working no more. His legs barely are; his knees are jelly. His stomach's in knots. Wouldn't be too much of a shock for his ears to start failing him, too. "What-- what d'you mean?" And his ears must be utterly kaput, 'cause the next thing out of Roy's mouth makes less sense than any of the rest of it put together. "You ever been camping, muppet?"

[salmoniid]

the octo expansion is like vaporwave portal 2

[yarboyandy]

Tbh i know the pandemic is probably to blame for season 4 being bad but its crazy how mid WWDITS got…like season 1-3 were so good and i did care about the characters and their conflicts! And now i like genuinely do not care if nandor and guillermo get together lol. It’s all nothing burger to me.

[nether-twins]

"Wait... if I'm this tall, strong and basically indestructable as this bronze giant thing, then I might have an idea for something. Finally time for me to get back at a certain someone." Oooh, she had plans alright, and no one was going to stop her.

[voulezloux]

i’m tired of having to explain to my friends why i had to make a post basically begging for support while im unable to work because it only makes me more angry every time i do so. like i can’t get short term disability because that’s not a benefit that they offer and even if they did, i would have to pay for that myself in order to get it. i could’ve rolled over my old plan from the previous owner to the new owner and pay for it separately. but the one time i had used it, they put me under illness and not injury (which is what it was. because i injured my foot and couldn’t stand to do my job. i even put it as an injury and they said i lied and changed it) and the payout i got barely covered my bills. i didn’t see a point in continuing to pay for a service that would do that plus it took a full month after i went back to work to even get the payout. the only benefits they offer at 401(k) with them matching, PTO, and health insurance. that’s it. i’m using what’s left of my PTO this week to bulk up my paycheck so i can actually get some kind of money but after that i don’t know when i’ll have a paycheck next. i’m looking for work because i can’t afford not to work. there’s nothing in place to protect the worker at my job in the event of this happening. the only reason im not completely losing my mind is because im still able to get health insurance while im unable to work but that’s not because of them. that’s because of FMLA. if that wasn’t in place, who the fuck knows man

[monterraverde]

Thinking about how all of her current partners are fucking skyscrapers.

Damn she really has a type huh.

[wrenaugustine]

totally 100% confirmed Besties