#I Remember Yesterday

[devilsrains]

donna summer - i feel love (1977)

[55northorangeportlandmd55355]

I Remember Yesterday

[ionomycin]

[notbecauseofvictories]

I'm re-reading the Discworld series for reasons, and honestly the most relatable part of reading these as an adult is how many of the protagonists start out being tired, used to their little routine and vaguely disgruntled by the interruption of the Plot. Sam Vimes wants to lie drunk in a gutter and absolutely doesn't want to be arresting dragons. Rincewind is yanked into every situation he's ever encountered, though he'd much rather be lying in a gutter too. (Minus the alcohol. Plus regretting everything he's ever done said witnessed or even heard about fourth-hand in his whole life.) Granny Weatherwax is deeply suspicious of foreign parts and that includes the next town over; Nanny has leaned into the armor of "nothing ever happens to jolly grannies who terrorize their daughters-in-law and make Saucy Jokes"

Only the young people don't seem to have picked up on this---and that's fortunate, because someone has to run around making things happen, if only so Vimes and Granny and Rincewind have a reason to get up (complaining bitterly the whole time) and put it all to rights. Without Carrot, Margrat, Eric, etc. these characters don't have that reason; they're likely to stay in the metaphorical gutter and keep wondering where it all went wrong or why anything has to change.

............well, that's not quite true. You get the sense that Vetinari knows how much certain people hate the Plot. And as the person sitting behind the metaphorical lighting board of Ankh-Morpork, he takes no small pleasure in forcing the Plot-haters specifically to stand up, and say some lines.

[dustedanddim]

[arcane-gold]

reposting bc pinterest got a hold of this one

REPOSTOBER no. 2

[theellipelli]

doodles from chapter 12 (and maybe 13?? i dont know) of my fic nostalgic chill :)

[il-predestinato]

Oh, Charles... your memory isn't bad. It's just selective. 🥺

Saudi Arabia 2024 // Val d'Argenton 2012

[miscreantmermaid]

Producers of the album "I Remember Yesterday": "We need you to make us a song that represents the future."

Donna Summer:

[roguebuck]

9-1-1 2.01, "Under Pressure"

[temeyes]

quick simon (cuz i didn't wanna draw the stuff i actually have to draw,,)

[spearxwind]

Things my friends have picked up from me that I say in vc and have permanently ruined their vocabulary:

I did it on purpy

Oh Shint

Fuckint

[after making a horrific noise unprompted] ok im normal

so true (in response to anything)

so true fr fr (forreal forreal) (in response to previous)

I need to take a tactical gamer piss

[solradguy]

Freddie Mercury on stage at The Coliseum, Oakland, California on December 16, 1978

Scan from Queen: Album by Album by Martin Popoff.

[carmenpeach]

[idyllcy]

linked - grim reaper x reader

You swear the first time wasn't on purpose. You had just logged off the call with Grim and found yourself warm and sexually frustrated, and you swear you were just trying to blow off some of that frustration. You forgot, however, that his soul was literally linked to yours.

Grim had to call off work because he wasn't able to calm himself over seeing your fingers stuck inside of you and the way you moaned his name when you came around them.

He would rather die than admit you had that kind of effect on him.

The second time? When you deduced that he couldn't stare you in the eye because he watched you finger yourself? Was totally on purpose.

You tell Grim good night as usual, and you find yourself annoyed again, an abnormal heat in your abdomen as you frown. You frown, but your lips curl upward when you remember Grim can now see everything you do. So, you rummage through your drawer for lube, squirting it on your fingers as you slide one in, Grim's name slipping past your lips as you slide it all the way in.

Then, you slide a second;

and a third.

You gasp as you speed up, back arching as you feel yourself get closer, Grim's name a mantra as you gasp and twitch around your fingers, pretending they're his instead, crying as you feel yourself cum, legs twitching as you make a mess between them. You sigh in relief when you do, pulling the tissues to wipe your fingers clean as you click on your laptop to text him.

To Grim: Missing you (づ￣ ³￣)づ

Grim sits in his cold shower on the other end, desperate to get the red off his skin. You were going to kill him.