#I don’t want to think anymore

[idreamofticklehugs]

EMERGENCY

This user is in drastic need of soft cuddles and tickles. Energy levels at all time low; not sustainable

[3-lavender]

Sometimes I wish I could just lay in bed forever. Just rot and not have to worry about anything. Just leave my window open, no matter the season, play my playlist on repeat. Never open my mouth again. Never think again. Just let the music and wind be my thoughts.

[sashthesloth]

I’ve got the BG3 gang goes to a gala quest tadpole wriggling around in my head

[seriial]

ooooooooooooo that’s not good

[chloesimaginationthings]

There's doomed yuri... in my FNAF ruin?

[marlow-holly]

I don’t want to cry anymore, I’m dehydrated enough as it is 😞

[cowardlykrow]

Even a hero needs some hope

[idk3ither]

“fantasy high junior year this” “fantasy high junior year that” I want Fantasy High School Reunion where everyone is in their early to mid thirties and they come back to Elmville for a high school reunion

[halflifebutawesome]

MAY 16, 200-

[deltaruminations]

what if gaster in a future chapter calls out the audience for speculating so much about him. the guy canonically has some amount of access to Real Life Social Media. like i started this mostly as a joke but there are definitely some real metanarrative opportunities for a character with recklessly curious impulses, and possibly a fragile sense of self, having nearly limitless access to streams of debate over whether or not he’s a bastard. rude to talk about someone who’s listening etc

[ink-through-her-veins]

As with all momentous things, it began slowly. A sleep tunic and a change of clothes, became a drawer of Merlin’s clothes in Arthur’s wardrobe. Then a book on one of the nightstands turned into the entire thing becoming Merlin’s tiny library because he needed choices when it came to bedtime reading. And half of Arthur’s wardrobe was crammed with Merlin’s clothes, and the quilt his mother made laid over the foot of the bed that Arthur called their’s, and there was enough dust in the room that used to be Merlin’s for it to be considered well and truly abandoned.

Until…

“I cannot fucking believe you!” Merlin shouted, slamming open the door, and striding through it without a care in the world if said door ricocheted back to hit Arthur in the face.

Which it would have if Arthur weren’t trained since birth to have cat-like reflexes. He caught the door, glared at it, and seethed. He flopped down in chair, pinched the bridge of his nose, and waited for Merlin to calm himself.

“Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?”

Arthur closed his eyes against the pounding in his head. He had plenty to say, none of which would make Merlin any less upset. So he sat in silence until he couldn’t bear the curiosity of what Merlin was doing to make so much noise. He turned, and his heart stopped. In Merlin’s hand was his rucksack that usually hung on a hook beside the wardrobe, and was now full of Merlin’s clothes, and books, and—he’d even packed the fucking quilt.

“No.” Arthur stood, shaking his head. “Absolutely not. No.”

“What?”

“You. This. Whatever idiocy you’re thinking, no.”

“I’m going to my room, Arthur, where I can be away from whatever idiocy you’re thinking.”

“This is your room,” Arthur said slowly, and deliberately so the words could sink in through Merlin’s thick skull. “Do you not think it strange that you have to pack to go to your room? That all your things are here, and you haven’t slept in that tiny closet for months? You don’t just move out because you’re upset with me. You call me an idiot, and turn your head when I try to kiss you, and if I’ve really pissed you off—“

“You have,” Merlin interjected.

“Then you throw my pillow onto a chair and make me sleep in it!” Arthur shouted, and then bit his lip, trying to hold back the sudden rush of tears. Maybe Merlin was more than upset. Maybe…fuck. He sniffled, and softly added, “But you don’t walk out unless you stop loving me.”

Merlin’s rucksack dropped to the floor. “I didn’t—Of course, I love you. I didn’t realize. I just thought…”

“What? That I let all my servants claim my space, and half my bed?”

“Well I hadn’t thought we’d officially moved in together,” Merlin admitted sheepishly.

“We have. Months ago. You live here. I’m a prat. You’re all caught up now.”

And if Merlin wanted to linger in the argument before, he didn’t anymore. He didn’t even really want an apology for Arthur’s pigheadedness, but he got one kissed into his neck, and his lips, and his hair.

(Arthur’s the idiot in modern times here)

[lordoflightning]

what if, hypothetically, i couldn’t take it anymore?

[new-revenant]

Do you guys remember that one DP x DC au me and some anons made about Danny being stuck possessing a stuffed bunny doll? Damian was carrying him around nd Tim was super suspicious of him. Idk, it was cute and I might go back to it.

[hawkeyeslaughter]

fake mash plot — “ out with the old “

hawkeye and frank form a temporary alliance to sabotage trapper when he cleans himself up to win the affections of a snobbish nurse and unintentionally catches margaret’s eye in doing so ; radar befriends a kindly , roughened , older soldier in post - op that his fellow patients laugh at for sharing some of the same awkward traits as he .

[papertowness]

admittedly one of my favorite things about house ( that also drives me up a wall ) is that something Really Big happens and then the next episode they like loosely mention it like wow wasn’t it crazy that that happened . anyway haha

[kentopedia]

tbh i knew gege was up to no good when he killed off nanami bc “he had no room for more development”