#Curiosity killed the cat...

[necrowyrm]

Today I was really brave and chose to just block someone instead of obsessively trawling their blog and their mutuals blogs for any scrap of information explaining what the fuck that wretched shit they just said was about.

[rystiel]

bro got invested

[kitconnor]

THE BEAR 1x08 "Braciole"

[aveloka-draws]

Listen,,, LISTEN,,,, THEON LICKED LESHY'S WOUND?!?!? Fuck the bite, we all know what that means they're both freaky bitches. WHAT I NEED TO KNOW IS IF THERE WAS ANY ICHOR IN THE EX GOD STILL AND WHAT THAT MEANS. Theon said "huh it tastes like blood, not sure what I expected." WELL WHAT GAVE THEM A REASON TO THINK IT COULD BE OTHERWISE??? LISTEN,,, LISTEN I AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH LIKE A FERAL RACOON I NEED ANSWERS 💚💛💚💛💚💛

Hsjjs I assume the bishops blood wouldnt be ichor anymore, but it stays a darker color as a remnant of their divinity maybe?

Theon is just a weird little dude, because no one in the cult is normal. (Comes w joining a faith where everyone is used to dying and coming back to life as if nothing happened) It could very well have been poison and he'd have been like 'well, now i know' and hope to be revived in a few days pfff.

[saetoru]

if gojo doesn’t win this then it’s proof that all men do is lie bc why tf did you tell me in season one you’d win and have me all cozied up with no worries like “yeah trust. my man got this !!” only to make a fool out of the both of us. i’m never trusting nobody again this is not a game ok my mental health is not a game

[rudamaruda520]

[skittles turn into animagi for the first time and Regulus turns into a black cat]

Regulus: It reflects the nature of a person... so I am curious why cat from all the animals...

Barty: Yeah... I would watch out for this whole curiosity from now on if I were you...

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

okay the notes on this post I made have me genuinely curious

feel free to get more specific in the tags

[chromatasia]

we love meeting a terrible fate here. hey whys the moon look like that

[suokumi]

Curiosity killed the cat

[mossymandibles]

Late to the party but here’s a quick aside of my elden ring character. Her name is Shivva and she’s half misbegotten but I’ll draw her with her tail later. The Frenzy flame blew her tits clean off.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Hello! Ash from @ashes-writing-corner here and I just had a brilliant idea!

What if König had a secret admirer that left him little love notes and tokens of appreciation? Nothing crazy but really sweet stuff. Poetry, notes, just pouring words of love on the page in pretty hand writing. Maybe they're good at calligraphy and/or are ambidextrous so he can't decipher who's handwriting it is. So he's gotta try and figure it out ^.^

Teasing König with love notes is a foolproof way to make our man obsessed ❤️

He thinks he’s a romantic at heart (and maybe he is) but it’s movies and such that mostly taught König how to deal with women. He wasn’t popular in school and never had a lot of friends from whom to learn how to date girls, ask what they like, how they behave… So to him, women are a bit of a mystery still. Cute letters and notes written in pretty handwriting are something he would try to do were he to court someone for real.

Seeing that he has a secret admirer is a life-shifting event because usually it’s he who does the admiring from afar (rather obsessively at that). Trying to find out who this romantic soul is becomes a priority. His head spins around during meetings, at lunch, in the plane, he's on high alert literally everywhere he goes. Curious to who's sending him this stuff, he sometimes lies awake at night, a bit delusional. Someone seems to have a crush on him, someone is sending him pieces of poetry like it's the 18th century, but who?

Who are you…?

Are you a pilot? A cafeteria girl? A fellow soldier?

König is starting to resemble a paranoid owl, trying to catch if someone is sending him secret signals, pretty shy smiles or lingering looks. He gets high on this shit... And also, a bit anxious. Are you even real…? What if this is just a prank? He's going to fucking strangle someone if it is.

Sniffs the letters and notes when they arrive, trying to catch your scent on them. Has every single one stored near his bedside, and reads them at least five times, both to make his heart swell again and to try to decode who this mysterious calligraph girl is. He’d write back to you if he only knew who you are…

One day, just before he goes to bed, there's another note pushed under his door. It's just a folded piece of cardboard paper that has no poetry in cursive; instead, it's written with a simple black marker pen and says:

“Hello hansome... Do you want to see me? If yes, come to the cafeteria tomorrow morning at 8. Bring a flashlight.”

[dykedvonte]

Danse and Hancock work only after blind betrayal because it’s the equivalent of the one closeted person you kinda pity getting kicked out after being outted and you and your like 7 other faggot friends take them in and help them do a 180 on their outlook on life and personal style and get them to weed (possibly grape mentats in this case).

[formosusiniquis]

caught flour handed

For the @steddiemicrofic challenge Prompt: cake | WC: 311 | G | no CW A Dustin POV steddie discovery, everyone's fave

Steve has been up to something for weeks. Dustin knows the only way to find out what he’s been up to: sneak in and go through his shit. He’s calling it sneaking too, because if he knows where the key is he doesn’t think it can be called breaking and entering.

He twists the front knob slowly so it doesn’t click in the latch, even mostly deaf Steve always knows when someone’s at the door. Eddie would say crouching before he’s even through the doorway is a dead giveaway that something’s up. But what does he know?

“There are more helpful places your hands could be.” Dustin freezes in place; his hand still on the front door.

“There are less helpful places my hands could be.” That’s Eddie’s voice responding, but his van hadn’t been in the driveway.

“You’re the one that said you wanted cake.” He’s too far from the kitchen to tell, but Dustin would bet Steve has his hands on his hips.

“What if I said I actually wanted beefcake.” 

Steve can be a bit of a ditz sometimes, but Dustin can’t imagine him getting cake and that confused. What would beefcake even be, meatloaf?

“I would say you should have said something before we got up.”

“I would’ve but y’know how you get when your mind’s made up, Sweetheart.”

“No, I don’t actually. Want to share, Edmund?”

“Only that delicious cake you’re making.” Dustin can hear Eddie’s feet moving on Steve’s tile flooring. He’s creeping up on the doorway now, but has to assume based on the giggling that Eddie was moving out of smacking range.

Moving even closer, Dustin can see Steve facing the oven. Two perfect, white handprints on the ass of his jeans. “Your child is lurking,” Steve says, “do you wanna tell him what you’ve been doing to his babysitter, or should I?”

[rainbowvamp]

hob in the dreaming just minding his own business:

dream: *drops a book on a table that was not there three seconds ago*

hob: hey buddy… there a problem?

dream, glaring at the book: yes

hob:

dream, still glaring:

hob: …wanna share?

dream: do you truly believe i do not care for you?

hob:

hob: what the fuck??

dream, opening the book that is hob’s letters (written and unwritten) and pointing to one from a couple weeks ago:

the letter: “…and maybe sometimes i still wonder if you’ll come back. if you’re just amusing yourself with me…”

hob: what about that says i don’t care about you?

dream: it implies that i do not care for you. do you think so little of me?

hob, breaking out of that weird dream space where your brain just accepts stuff and actually analyzing what is going on: wait, no. hold on. how do you have this?

hob, scanning through a set of letters he wrote on an artistic kick in the 1700s: no really! how do you have these?

dream: my realm contains every book ever written and unwritten.

hob: and so you read my letters?

dream: they were addressed to me

hob: no. no. they were not addressed to anyone. they were unsent.

dream: i’m clearly the intended recipient.

hob: you are not. i never meant you to read these.

hob: i never even wrote some of these! i just thought this one.

hob: did you read all of them??

dream:

dream: yes.

hob: what the fuck?

[coffee-without-anesthetics]

y 'all wanna see something fucked up ? if you try to raise your dagger against anyone but yourself repeatedly :

[wumbletumblebumble]

What I love about grace is that this is a man whose science nerd impulses outweigh his sense of self preservation and duty to Earth. You think if the rest of the crew had survived they'd be on board with putting everything aside to dedicate precious time to learning to communicate with the alien spider? Would they even be willing to follow through past first contact? The best part is that this could easily be treated as a fatal flaw but instead it is the key to his success.