#I kind of like it

[submasbrainrot]

...it's dark.

[jujoobedoodling]

Have you heard I Know Those Eyes / This Man Is Dead song from the Count of Monte Cristo musical?

Is it just me or does it fit all those AUs where Jaina and Sylvanas dated before Third War and then met later, after Sylvanas became the Banshee Queen?

oh shit i just went to listen to it and look at the lyrics - DAMN that's pretty good and i had to get this out of my system

ty for the hookup, this is one of my fave scenarios for this ship

[prof-peach]

@mrcatfishing

clearly blursed.

[y-rhywbeth2]

"Her ears stood up proudly, their rouged tips unmarred by over-gaudy jewlery."

Wait, I'm sorry, are you telling me that elves apply makeup to their ear tips?

Or their ears in general? Like are there different styles of ear makeup? Types?

Has this gone out of fashion since the time of the last elven empires, or is it still considered fashionable to have rosy ear tips?

...come to think of it I do remember Ed Greenwood saying that the tips are an erogenous zone... I guess you know an elf is on a night out when they're drawing attention to their ears?

[anaonmyshoulders]

I’m losing my satisfaction with eating. Is this how it feels to be……normal?

I don’t feel full or happy/excited when I eat anymore. No emotions at all. Like brushing my teeth or folding laundry, it’s something that I just do.

Is that how it’s supposed to be? To just simply survive and not enjoy? “Food is fuel” I guess????

It just started this week. Idk what’s going on.

[serpulalacrymans]

Got all my blankets in my tub. My pillows too. I also brought my laptop with me. I'm going to have a good night tonight. I will. I have a movie on and everything. I am having fun. I'm sleepy.

[bookwormfan1495]

The oversharing during a biology lesson will never not be funny.

[lyr-caelum]

✨HIYA! Some news here!🌙

I changed my user name and now im on instagram 🫠

[tinyvesselhearts]

Nobody's here for Egon x Peter but it happened

Peter pins him to the wall.

“Egon. Honey. Handsome. Sweetie. How long have we known each other?”

“Enough to have the talk, I presume.”

“Right. Tell me when was the last time you shared clothing with a woman.”

This again. Egon can't believe it.

“Kindergarten", he states. "My sister would regularly steal my sweatshirts.”

“Mm. And when was the last time a woman spent the night with you?”

Oh, this is brilliant. Egon smiles.

“Funny you should ask that. Dorothy May, the girl from Accounting you dated? She kipped in my room after she got drunk and passed out one night. She confused me for her roommate for some reason, which was strange because I am pretty sure I do not exhibit prominent female qualities. Nevertheless, she crashed on my bed and I tried to study all night. She left in the morning, cursing. It’s not my fondest memory.”

Peter is quiet for a moment. Whether its because he has no recollection of the girl or remembers her all too well, Egon can't decipher. What matters is, his mouth is shut for good fifteen seconds before Venkman sighs and says:

“Ah, yes. Dottie, a fever dream. Yeah, a real sweetheart. So, on the campus.”

“Yes.”

“All those years without, say, borrowing pajamas? Sharing a bed? Cuddling? Sleeping together? All that… hormone- adjacent stuff?”

“You claim to know me, Venkman. Take a guess.”

Thing is, Egon’s stare is much stronger than Peter’s and he doesn’t feel like sharing the details of his private life out loud. There are lots of things they don’t know about each other— and it’s okay, it’s not like you should scrape every little thing out of your bestie’s past. With that in mind, Egon’s silence grinds forever and finally pushes Peter into submission.

“…Alright. Okay, I see what’s going on. I’m not preaching”, Pete sighs, then puts both hands on Egon’s shoulders. “But I’ll name what I see and I see this: the bags under your eyes are gone. Your cheeks are rosy. You fucking smile, Egie. You never smile! So I’m kinda petrified— but hey, who am I to judge. All I’m saying is: think about it. Yeah? Old uncle Pete’s advice. I’ve made many mistakes so that people like you can learn from them.”

“Done?” Egon asks, not even blinking. “Wonderful. Focus now. I need you downstairs in five. The subject is about to wake up. It requires a qualified parapsychologist with a particularly invasive personality.”

"I love you too, honey."

"Five minutes."

Peter blows him a kiss and disappears behind the corner.

[dandylion240]

I'm trying to become a better builder/decorator of my sims homes. So I started this alphabet buidling challenge. Everything has to start with one letter of the alphabet. So I started with 'A' and attempted to make an A-Frame house. I couldn't line up the different roof styles perfectly as you can see in the pictures but close enough I don't plan on making another of these houses in the future. I also stretched the 'A' to include the CC creator's name if that happened to be the first thing listed.

[wanderingmind867]

Doctor Strange is stuck in his orb. So we get some weird stuff like this here. A tea party made up of other heroes. Namor, The Hulk, Ant-Man, Spider-Man, Hawkeye, Nick Fury, Black Panther, and according to the marvel wiki the fawcett comics character of Captain Midnight. (Doctor Strange #2):

[autumnal-prince]

I told my brother that I’m rewatching Code Lyoko and he just randomly sent me these:

...and I’m uncomfortable...

[krispyllamaruins]

[curmoritor]

@wisadom asked: when did you learn how to do that? / akira for owen, about his revival thing

❛ Hah? ❜

You look at them with an unreadable emotion. It is strange to be asked. Though, they are very prone to asking questions. Sometimes it's amusing... other times it's just annoying. Like a bug annoyingly buzzing in your ear, yet at other times it feels like how the birds chirp at you, wanting to talk about nothing of importance. You'd never admit either out loud... you just stare before a smile finally spreads across your face. They want to know how you learned to not die? Well, sure, you can tell them. You can tell them a wonderful story about your life and death. The many deaths you've had.

Maybe it will make them finally stop asking your questions.

❛ What a cruel thing to ask me, Dear master Sage~ Especially when I've told you that I remember nothing of my life. Don't you even feel a little sorry for me? I can see what sort of person you really are. ❜ The words fall out of your mouth without a second thought. You don't think as you speak, you just do. Whatever you think may be just a bit cutting. Not so deep that someone would instantly run away, by enough that they start to dread your next words. ❛ But, since you asked about this... I can tell you what I do remember. ❜

Maybe they'll be relieved. They can finally learn something new about you, right? Yet you have no plans to make it easy for them as you move in closer, a hand carassassing their chin and tilting their head up slightly.

❛ I was starving, So hungry. So cold, I remember just how powerless I felt in that moment. Alone, dying, helpless. ❜ Your words are barely above a whisper as you speak. ❛ And as if I were cursing myself, I spoke the only thing I remember speaking. "I don't want to die alone"... And it seems the spirits of the north thought that it was so funny that I can't die now~ ❜

You move away from the sage now. Giving them back their personal space as you laugh.

❛ Is that a good enough answer for you~? Do you believe me~? ❜

[xariarte]

Tyrese Haliburton really likes those trench coats, eh?

[separatist-apologist]

Time to drink my now-daily liter of Rhys dropping his towel and Feyre smashing their foreheads to try to kiss him because I love when they’re idiots in love. Also if you take requests I request Rhys calling her baby in every Feysand thing you write going forward even if it doesn’t make sense because this instance rewired my brain. Haha just kidding. Unless?

But for real I love that Drabble and thank you for being willing to write those drabbles they’ve brought me such joy :,) Hope you are well.

ACOTAR rewrite "Hello Feyre, baby."