#Oh and Lava Lamp has the glass

[completeoveranalysis]

[3]

PLEASE RESUME HURLING ME OUT THE WINDOW THIS IS TOO MUCH

Fai tenderly letting his magic fall to his hand, not as if its his, but gently, as if holding the last remaining memento of Syaoran. Adding the -kun to his name to make their bond clear, despite everything that's happened

(And how, if he takes the magic back, this part of Syaoran will be gone - but then maybe, this part of Syaoran will always be with him too)

And Kurogane picking up his sword (in his remaining hand), as HIS final piece of Syaoran. The sword that they went shopping for together in Outo. The sword that he trained Syaoran how to use. The sword with his iconic flame on the hilt. 

AND HIM ASKING WHY HE COULDN’T HAVE USED HIS ENERGY TO STAY ALIVE INSTEAD OF APOLOGISING

BECAUSE THEN HE’D STILL BE HERE

Oh I'm BROKEN. Both of Syaoran's dads holding the piece of him that they shared one way or another. Kurogane taught Syaoran his swordplay, that central part of Kurogane's identity that means so much to him, and Fai's magic was used by Syaoran directly - the magic that has been THE defining feature of Fai's life, and this is the part of it that they BOTH used.

AND IT'S NOT ENOUGH. THEY DON'T WANT THESE THINGS BACK.

THEY'D RATHER HAVE THEIR SON.

[s-4pphics]

gift basket (e.w.)

kinda cont. to this :3 meep

wc;cw: 1.6k, return of pothead!ellie and her pothead gf, weed duh, parties, mention of psychs but no actual psychs lol, fluff… UNHEARD OF, flirting and a lil sexual tension, something quick bc i miss her fr

“you tryna do acid?” you call from ellie’s small dining table, rolling up for the two of you. ellie’s attention is yanked from her device, gawking from where she sits on the couch, decked in her usual party attire: all black everything from head to toe. “the fuck did you just say?” 

“you tryna do acid?” you repeat, sealing the blunt. ellie’s eyes flick around the living room, jolting down to the blunt in your hand before they lock with yours. 

“. . . why the fuck would i do that before a party?” ellie snorts, removing and tossing her reading glasses on the coffee table before returning back to some annoying show about a blue cat with bunny for a sister. neither of you are high yet and she’s already in hysterics, wildly cackling and shoveling parmesan goldfish in her mouth.

ellie.  .  . oh, ellie. 

why won’t she fucking touch you? 

after your intense smoke session on pothead christmas, your relationship has gotten strange. not strange in a bad way; she never hesitates to invite you over to spark up, pick you up for late night drives, have study sessions (where she watches you study with eyes tinted pink). everything is exactly the same, but you don’t want it to be. 

it’s been a month since she smoked you out and rambled about her sex life, since you asked — begged her to kiss you. at this point, you would accept a fucking peck, for sucks sake! but she brushes you off every time, pushes you right back into that best friend box after every hot box. you’ve given her every sign to put it down on you, and she’s receptive. the stares she gives you, the lingering touches, the seemingly doting affection that shines beneath her pupils. it’s all there and. . . not at the same time. 

but here you are again. igniting her fucking bud before you roll out to another frat house. being high and horny simultaneously is your greatest weakness. . . especially when your little crush looks this fucking good. 

“you’re so far away.” ellie lures gently from the cushions, “c’meeere, i’m cold.” 

“. . . it’s almost june.” you note flatly. she rolls her eyes and blows a raspberry, climbing over the back of the couch and sliding in next to you, eyes glued to your working hands. she pinches the blunt between her thumb and index finger. “it’s fat as fuck, jesus christ.” she mumbles in amazement. fucking geek. 

“it’s yours. say thank you.” ellie gasps in delight and throws her arms around your neck, bending down to smack kisses on your cheek, mumbling thank you, thank you, thank you! you can’t hide your smile when you throw hers in your little baggie before shoving it in her front pocket. you pat it for good luck. “don’t crush them like you did last time. i’m gonna be hot,” you scold lightly and ellie smirks against your cheek. 

“i dunno. you’re pretty hot already.” she purrs against your face. you push her away and she giggles, jogging to get her shoes on. you follow in her lead and lace up, praying to god that she doesn’t sit on the fucking bag in the uber. 

ellie can’t stop staring at this fucking lava lamp. 

it’s gorgeous, really. . . the bright colors, the holographic glitter, the fucking. . . clay balls. are they clay? they look like stress toys floating around in uncooked egg whites that've been injected with fairy vomit—

“ellie!” 

she feels like she’s underwater, but not in a drowning, i’m-gonna-die way. she feels like a mermaid as she searches the room at your call, tunnel vision centering on every drunk face until she finds yours. you're actually right in front of where she sits on the love seat. . . right in front of someone else. . . who’s directly behind you. . . who the fuck is that? 

your brows are pulled down in concern as you shout over the blaring music, asking her if she feels okay, if she wants to leave, but she’s not focused on none of that. . . her high is about to go left in a second if this bitch doesn’t stop squeezing your ass. ellie sends you an affirming look even though her blood is sizzling beneath her skin and you nod in acknowledgement, returning your attention back to whoever you’re throwing it on. 

. . . would it be fucked up if she busted this lava lamp over this broad’s head? she doesn’t think so. 

she barely registers it. the small display in front of her is nauseating. ellie’s known you forever, and never once have you accepted a rip from somebody you didn’t know. . . so why the fuck are you ripping from a bitch you don’t know? the end of the blunt sparks a bright orange with your heavy puff, the carbon you didn’t inhale ghosting in front of your mouth. smoke leaves through your nose as you giggle, the fucking. . . bum whispering something in your ear with a tight squeeze on your waist. 

you’re shaking your head like you like it, like you’re approving of this fuckery and ellie almost vomits. she stands too quickly for her legs because she plops back down like an utter buffoon, the world spinning like a pinball. her arms extend as she searches for balance while sitting and—

whatever the fuck she was going to say vanishes when your hands come down on her shoulders, comfortingly squeezing them through her sweaty shirt. softly. ellie turns to mush as she tries to read your lips. . . maybe she shouldn’t do that; it looks like you’re saying don’t be gay. . . but ellie is gay and so are you so how the fuck would that work?

she’s being scooped up by you and. . . yeah, she’s very faded. ellie’s always prided herself in having a high tolerance to the dirty green, but she’s on one tonight. what the fuck did you put in that shit? is this why you asked her to do acid earlier? because you laced her shit? she can feel her palms getting clammy as you walk her down a dark ass hallway. . . if she had that lava lamp, maybe she could see—

a door slams shut and a lock clicks. it’s suddenly bright. ellie’s convinced she made it to heaven. . . especially when her vision focuses and she’s met with the angel that you are, eyes sparkly and twinkling like fairies in a meadow. god let her in the pearly gates. . . 

“you okay, baby? needa throw up?” your hand is on her cheek, thumb gently massaging the skin. her heart’s singing. ellie’s entranced by you and her skin heats. . . her pussy also skips a beat. a little one-two. 

“. . . baby’s okay.” she mumbles. why is her tongue so heavy? you coo at her, “wanna go home?”

ellie nods, “fuck that bitch you were grindin’ on. hope she breaks her neck. . . or somethin’ crazy, i dunno.” you choke on laughter and pull her in for a gentle hug. ellie’s heavy arms enclose around your waist. tightly. selfishly. 

“you mad i wasn’t grinding on you?” 

“duh! the fuck. . .” she slurs. “i should be grabbing ass, ‘s my. . . s’mine, fuck you.” you’re giggling into her neck and she shoves a hand in your back pocket. 

“you needa bed.” you shake your head. 

“yeah, so i can dig you out in it— “

“ELLIE— “

her laughter is uncontrollable, “yeeeah, you’re fucking mine. no more hoes for you.” 

you’re burning hot when your eyes open. . . because there’s a fucking body on top of you!

you and ellie are slung across the couch cushions, party clothes still on. ellie must’ve been awake for a minute because she sighs, breath hitting your tummy, “did you try to kill me yesterday? be honest.” 

“. . . bitch. . .”

“i’ve never been that high . . . well, that’s not true— “

“exactly.” you snicker, “how long you been up?” 

she holds up her wrist to check her imaginary stopwatch, “approximately. . . three minutes and thirty-fi— six seconds— “

“i fuckin’ hate you. get the fuck off me.” 

“hmm. . . nah, i’m good right here.” 

ellie’s head shifts on your stomach and you know she’s staring up at you, “i needa fucking shower— “

“me, too. with me?” you hear the smile in her tone. you finally gawk down at her. “you’re never hitting my shit again. what’s up with you?” 

her eyes crystallize when she shrugs, “had another dream about giving you head and now i gotta do it. follow your dreams, or whatever they say.” 

your jaw is on the floor and your stomach is in knots. “ellie—“ you gasp. 

“no, i’m not still high, and no i don’t wanna just fuck. kinda obsessed with you if last night wasn’t obvious.” she speaks so casually and it’s giving you whiplash. “i almost committed murder. that’s how pissed i was.” 

“a-at me?” 

ellie’s eyes roll, “oh my god, no. at whoever that freak was from last night. . . i don’t wanna talk about that shit anymore. i have trauma.” 

her tongue rolls over her lips and she eyes you like a vulture to a carcass, “i dunno if you ever used that shower head when you sleep over but. . .  it goes crazy.” her proposal makes you squirm and she smirks, planting a kiss on the skin of your belly. followed by another. . . and another a little lower. 

“you my girl?” she whispers against your skin, staring up at you, tongue poking out just barely to swipe on the plush area. 

“. . . maybe.” you mumble shyly, and ellie’s teeth beam. she sits up to stand and pulls you with her, guiding you out of the living room and down the hallway, into the bathroom. she snags her lighter off the counter and ignites her favorite cinnamon candle, the wick nearly gone. “for ambiance.” she whispers with a grin. 

you unbuckle the belt looped in your jeans, “pulling out the big words, huh?”

“call me thesaurus the way i make that pussy talk.” she expects you to laugh, but you don’t. you almost grab your shit and leave. . . but her laughter sounds like wedding bells. 

“just take your clothes off.” you say dryly. 

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SIKKKEEE COCKBLOCK SEASON MERRY NEW YEAR OR WHATEVER HAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAA

[beemo-clippin]

School has kept me busy but here's an old clip I've yet to post of Etho being silly goofy with his incredible editing skills

TW: Flashing 0:38-0:42 (0:23-0:19 on computer). Start/end is indicated with captions and a lil ding sound

Alsooo, I rebranded :P My new pfp is my minecraft character! @Beemoboppin is now my personal blog where I will rant about Etho and Ethubs and fawn over my favorite artists

Clipped from Etho Plays Minecraft - Episode 526: Strange Change (12:34-13:33)

Video description / transcription under cut:

3rd person perspective on Etho in his let's play world. A video transition shaped like a star expands from the middle of the screen and reveals Etho standing in the man cave, in front of his lava creeper mural.

Etho: Let's start this off with a star wipe to the man cave. Followed up with a magnificent...

The star wipe transition reveals Etho standing on the bottom floor of the library, a wooden building with an enchanting setup and fountain behind Etho and red carpet below him.

Etho: Star wipe to the library. Ooh. Ooh that was classy, that- that felt good. Now we're gonna follow it up with a tremendous...

The star wipe transition reveals Etho standing in a wheat field with a small windmill in the background.

Etho: Star wipe to the windmill B). Ooh that was a good one. That felt really good. I've been wanting to do that for so long. But wait, you think we're done? We're not done! No, no, no. We still got an incredible...

The star wipe transition reveals Etho standing in the nether hub, a round room with quartz walls, a patterned floor, and a nether brick structure in the middle.

Etho: Star wipe to the nether hub. Andu you know what? One of our longest running projects I think deserves a looong...

The star wipe transition reveals Etho standing in front of the Nexus storage system, a white building with a concaved entrance, blue glass ceiling, and a display of redstone lights, buttons, levers, and chests on the center wall.

Etho: Star wipe to the Nexus. But you know, why do we even need to go anywhere?

Flashing warning

The star wipe transition plays with Etho staying in place, the star now appearing white with a hollow middle as it expands outward. The transition plays each time Etho says "star wipe"

Etho: We can just star wipe, and star wipe, and (quickly) star wipe and star wipe! Oh this is great *chuckles* I think we should- we should finish it off though. I- I could go on for days here. But really, let's- let's end it with one really graceful...

A transition now shaped like a heart expands from the center of the screen to reveal Etho standing in a hallway of "Etho's Lab." The room has white decorated walls, a red ceiling, and purple floor. The walls and ceiling have redstone lamps in them.

Etho: Heart wipe to Etho's Lab here. Oooh snap. Okay, that was good. I think with that, guys, I should be under control for a while.

[kopawz]

it is wip wednesday, my dudes. here, hold this:

In fact, Chai was punched *so* hard, he was going *THROUGH* the metallic ceiling, shouting as he was sent flying in a rush of wire, steel girders, breaking of glass, soft cement, crashing of wood, until–

*CLANG*

Chai’s back and head hit the back of metal in a resounding, painful sound– embedding him and 808 in another ceiling.

He coughed, before weakly laughing, “Ha– ha, Ow," He and 808 fell off the ceiling in a crumble of debris, and bounced onto the floor with glass and wood shards following them to the ground with a clatter.

That kind of hurt, actually. He wasn’t lying about the power transfer. Maybe it's a backhanded compliment, if Kale acknowledged that he couldn't beat him if he had just fought normally…

Or maybe he's just a huge sore loser who will gladly cheat if he isn't sure he's getting his way.

Chai looked around at the vaguely familiar surroundings as he made an effort to focus on breathing through a sudden pain.

He'd fallen next to the Chai and 808-shaped hole in the ground he flew out of. Man… we’ve gotta stop leaving these everywhere we go this week.

Glancing up and behind him, the amount of service desks, office chairs, polished wooden flooring, and oddly shaped cubicles were definitely familiar. All the lights were turned off, though, giving the place a different, somber vibe than it would have looked in the day-light.

The only light was coming from the ambient green glow of his core, some occasional moonlight from the windows, and 808’s glowing eyes. The only noise was his breathing, erratic heartbeat he could feel in his ears.

After looking around, he hummed with recognition, "Ohhh, this is just HR…" He took a labored breath, "So they're right above Spectra HQ?... Neat."

Not so neat that he accidentally caused a bunch of property damage again, but…

He's a little preoccupied right now. He’ll make up for it later.

Taking another heavy breath, Chai tried picking himself off his knees and chest to get up– It was very difficult to get up all the way… So Chai just sat up instead.

Reaching out beside him to check if 808 was alright, her eyes went wide with fright.

She immediately started pawing at her chest, sounding off loudly– but other than being startled, she looked fine?

“808? You’re not hurt are you–?”

She ignored his questions, and scuttled up to him, looking at him with concern. Still meowing with urgency.

"What– What’s the issue?..."

After looking at 808’s concerned pointing motions– Oh, is it me?

"It didn't *feel* like I got hit too hard. I mean," He squinted with slight effort if he focused on where the pain was coming from, "There’s this– weird burning sensation, but?..."

"I'm not bleeding, am I?” He reached to where he felt like he got punched, “I didn't even land on anything sharp, though…" There was another small clink of glass clattering to the floor when he tried to feel–

Hm.

Chai reached down to swipe open his button-up all the way to see what the stinging problem was.

"Oh, crap." …He and 808 stared in startled silence. Ok, so. He got suckerpunched a bit harder than he thought.

There was a break– a hole in the center of the protective casing of his power unit.

Glass was missing, and hairline cracks were obvious. Another small shard had fallen off when he moved to open his shirt. His music player had a crack in the screen; it was still thumping, thankfully… but it wasn’t playing any music. Kind of hard to pick a song at a time like this.

But, the real issue was that something was slowly leaking out of it.

Phew. Not red, so it’s not blood.

What even is it, then?... He reached up to lick a small amount from his hand as if that would help him figure out what it was, making 808 cringe at him. It didn’t taste very good, and it was far too hot.

Weakly laughing, Chai mumbled to himself, "...What am I, a lava lamp?" Unsure what the stuff leaking from his core was, he decides it’s best to stop touching his damaged power unit, and get up.

He breathed out, shakily, straining to stand up all the way. So, something was leaking from his core from the hole busted through the glass.

…Probably not great. It would probably be a bad idea to fight like this, so he should try leaving. Now.

Chai leaned his weight onto cubicle walls, and started walking toward an elevator he caught sight of down the hallway on HR’s third floor.

Chai decides on a quick, simple plan:

"Okay!..." He breathed out in a tired puff of air, "Get the hell outta here, get patched up, get backup, and…?”

808 walked beside him, agitated at this injury he insisted on walking off. She kept warbling up at him.

He nodded loosely at 808 to reassure the little kitty, slightly readjusting his glasses, “...Then come back, to kick his ass. We'll be fine. I don’t think that A.I. can leave the HQ, anyway."

A soft elevator chime rang out, echoing across the dead quiet of the office.

…Chai and 808 looked ahead in the distance with confusion, and then shock as they heard the elevator doors open:

Kale was inside. He wasn’t looking this way yet.

He stepped out of the elevator as the glass doors glided open, and the lights and power to the lift had instantly deactivated, and flicked back off as he left.

Kale looked around, confused as he dragged his energy sword that reflected blue light along the polished wooden floor.

His deep voice was faint, but Chai could still hear him pondering to himself with malicious intent,

"Alright then… You couldn't have gotten *that* far. Where are you?"

Crap–!

Rushing to hide inside a cubicle, Chai slumped down in someone's office chair. 808 kept quiet, faux-fur bristling with fright.

He swiped his hands into his hair, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the computer desk. Craaaaaap.

[stressedlawsecretary]

Today's Focus

My tshirt is not an endorsement of JKR. I got it in 2004 when the third movie dropped; it is 20 years old I simply do not throw things out.

05.29.24 - Made it to midweek! We've got sunshowers today (it's sunny and raining) and my sinuses are killing me. Thank god I don't have to commute on Wednesdays.

Work - I didn't leave stuff for myself, except for like an efile and retrieving a document. I'll only have to do what comes in by email but I think SJC is back so I might end up busy again.

I ended up on the phone for 20 min with one of JJM's defendants in her new case because he's very concerned about how to mark up the complaint I sent him (95 pages of handwriting because the plaintiff is a pro se I/I), and I had to re-do a mailing from October because the correctional facility didn't bother to send it back to us until like this month or something. Oh and I had to explain to an intermediary that, because they are not a party to the lawsuit in question, they cannot just sign documents on behalf of the plaintiff.

Background Noise - Well I'm home and the DVR is still p full despite me literally getting a whole 20 episodes of Jeopardy off last week so this week we're focused on all the episodes of The Steve Wilkos Show Dad has saved back for me. I do not watch the trashy cheater & DNA shit; I'm here for the true crime ones - molestation, sexual assault, theft, murder...shit like that.

Managed 15 videos off the various lists yesterday which is pretty good considering that at least an hr of my time was taken up by my computer updating and restarting.

Study - It is visual study day, so most of what I'm going to pick to watch on YT in my downtime will be something extra-informative. To that end, I've got a couple of biography/fact-type videos I want to watch: one on the lava lamp, and the second on the real-life case that inspired the exorcist. I have a couple of true crime and other fact-type lists I can watch as well if I somehow get the time.

I am actually quite pleased with what I managed to read yesterday: two of Van Gogh's letters, three articles on the UK's Post Office Horizon scandal, three 'good news' articles, and I finished the essay on International Monetary Reconstruction. I also got a little farther in a couple of other long essays I was reading.

Extras - Wednesday is back to doing chores so I have to clean out the catbox again and vacuum; I'm also going to do some extra laundry and cleaning up in Dad's room because he lost his glasses on his trip so I have to find his spare pair. At least it's takeout night though I have no clue what I might want to get. I'm planning on watching the first Kamen Rider Build movie tonight; I may or may not watch another episode to go with it. Depends, because I'm starting S3 of The Tick as well (have to save time for silly show!) Mini-essay is done & was easy because it was about good news; tomorrow's will be harder and god knows if I'll do anything else today.

[charlie-slmccl]

C!Slimecicle RP Blog Masterpost

Hello! I'm and my pronouns are it/its! (my main blog is @logstead-lockstep if u wanna be there)

I just wanna go over the basic rules of my blog lmaooo

Rules

No NSFW - jokes are fine

Angst yes but please tread lightly because it can cause me to spiral

any dsmp member antis (yes schlatt antis u too) dni (kind of a rule 3.5 but idc who you watch or whatever as long as ur a nice person urself)

be careful with kind of. general triggering stuff cause refer to rule 2

Headcanons

adopted 90% of his traits from quackity

relatively human looking but underneath his clothes he's all grimy and wimey

his bones are not his!!! he got all sorts of animal bones in there!!!! (his "brain" is actually a cave tortoise shell)

easily persuaded but reluctant when it comes to quackity

blind as FUCK without his glasses (got this from deep sea fish)

adores head pressure and so he sometimes wears beanies (courtesy of quackity)

he doesnt have any nerves/receptors!! this means he cant feel (physical) pain

leading on from that last one, because he has no receptors on his tongue, he cannot detect spice or sour. he has eaten carolina reapers before and he will!!!! do it again

goes entirely slimy in the rain so thats why he likes Las Nevadas being in the desert

also slimes when experiencing extreme negative emotions

AUTISM!!!!!!!!!

Appearance

5'11

mostly human looking, apart from his under-clothes gunkiness

aviator style glasses that r pretty thick (short sighted!!!)

his suit is slightly green bc his slime kinda dried in it

picked up his suspenders and beanie from quack

bouncy hair

very gummy in texture

so... hear me out here... his legs are like lava lamps... some of the lava from his death remained in his legs and now hes just a fucking lava lamp in his shins

Tags!!

#friends!! - ask tag!

#oh :( - angst tag

#regularly scheduled slimecicle - rp tag

#disruption to your regularly scheduled program - non-canon rp

#tortoise shell movement - character ranting/thoughts

#mod talks - the mod speaks

#different channel - not rp

#important - anything i deem important. this could be just announcements or things that could save lives. lichrally anything

#important (to me) - menial shit i (mod hello me yes) like

[oldsargasso]

4 Minutes ep 2 thoughts

stream of conscious thoughts under the cut

the ATMOSPHERE!!! the LIGHTING. perfect. don't remember who anyone is or what they look like so no idea who that is. not the best way to kill a man but I understand the need for brutality sometimes

I am kissing the camerawork on the head and tucking it into bed I love it SO much.

I love the way this actress delivers her lines with such believable weariness/exhaustion. she's at the end of her rope and you can feel it.

oohhh that LOOK still gets me. Great holding onto the papers slightly too long, he's useless just like us :)

hospital staff are powered by gossip so this scene is perfect. bisexual Tyme is canon and beautiful.

genuine question: should we recognise any of these people?

22% battery??? at 8.45AM god Great is a MESS.

okay so his school buddy is the dick from the previous scene. I like his dangly earring.

omg he killed her didn't he!! this is why you shouldn't date men

turquoise lockers was a bold choice but I love it

if I could eat cinematography I would be doing that rn. that noise in the background is 10/10. more flashes or just remembering?

GREAT HAS A LAVA LAMP 💀

"I have something fun for you to help with" at 11pm? girl that is not the way

Great was NOT concerned enough about his friend locking his girlfriend away for my liking. but I do enjoy that he's sometimes terrible.

let bible say fuck! 😔

I wanna live in tv world where being knocked unconscious for a while doesn't have any permnanent consequences

a bar fight? show us that please

is it a lighthouse? in the opening scene I thought like a guard tower. anyway the moving light works so well I want every scene lit like this

my one criticism…that's not the right noise for bashing someone's head in with a rock.

wow they're both terrible at punching you love to see it

omg Great's face. a poor little meow meow for SURE

that might be the most superfluous hood ever. the black scrubs are a Look imo

!! a little primping!! THE SHIRT TUCK. Bee clocked him immediately. this is gonna fuel night shift for hours (powered by gossip!) try a power pose Tyme my guy. the dude has a headwound he may see two of you

okAY. is this standard procedure mr doctor

omg the funky music. I need to consume the whole soundtrack immediately

Great is sooo useless I love him

why wouldn't you just say you saw his name on the chart Tyme my god

this nurse...my love…marry me

that pause was Tyme evaluating if Great's hot enough to combat the crazy

if he's dead does someone know where View (?) is and can free her!!

this is a stunning indictement of whoever processed the crime scene originally

god we're definitely supposed to recognise some of these dudes aren't we 😬 sorry your brother (?) died, whoever you are

well whatever cop has dead guy's phone knows who did it by now Great

oh thank god great got View out

the ticking clock as the soundtrack to this fight…chef's kiss

WAIT I THOUGHT HE WAS A HALLUCINATION WHO IS DEAD what is HAPPENING. has the good doctor being doing a little light stalking perhaps

Tyme's actor is the king of micro expressions. love the progression from "damn I should've been nice" to "well if he isn't going to be nice…"

smooth mr doctor smooth. although I thought he was gonna go for "just to be safe I'll walk you home"

also I'm just saying next episode Great should have serious bruIsing on his neck

oh no…such a shame….no online gambling….

ohhh it was THIS guy. okay. not showing us who the picture is I see! (idk if there's a guy missing that we've seen before or what because I can't remember anyone except the two leads) brutal. dump that guy! although I thought it was gonna be this guy involved in hacking the gambling sites idk

that shot through the wine glass omgggg. wasn't really paying attention to what else happened in this scene because I'm too busy psychically willing this woman to marry me

TYME with the secret business OKAY. so excited to see how this plays out!! I'm hoping ep 3 kick starts the plot a bit more

[kathyprior4200]

Heavenly Boss 8: King Pin

Sunna the Heaven-cat sat in the back of a clean flying taxi, the seats white and well-kept. She wore a beautiful long teal dress with a white Christian Cross in the center. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a braided ponytail and she had several sapphires in her hair. Her necklace consisted of small white light orbs like glowing pearls against her furry light brown skin.

 Sunna’s cellphone rang and “Docile” appeared on the screen.

 “Hi Dad,” she beamed. “I’m off to the party in Temperance! There’ll be heaven-cats and elves there. Oh, I’m super excited!”

 “Are you meeting Portal?” Docile asked.

 “Yes,” Sunna blushed, remembering Portal inviting her to the party during autumn break.

 “Be careful around him,” said Docile. “Remember what happened last time.”

 “I will,” said Sunna, soon hanging up.

 The taxi flew through a portal and the sky changed from sky blue to the dark indigo/blue of Temperance. They flew through the sky and landed on a well-maintained street. Signs around the city read, “Good things come in moderation!” Other signs read “No sex”, “No excessive alcohol”, “No excessive food.” In all the restaurants, everyone got equal portions of what they needed, and the rest went to charity. Classical music and meditation music played throughout the streets and the lights were never too bright. Marble and gold statues of angels holding scales and swords stood over glistening gardens and pristine parks. Fountains held golden water which poured from one stone cup to another before settling down at the bottom. White doves and black doves flew around the denizens of heaven, who happily shared their bread and treats.

 No loud parties, no big celebrations. Only a sense of peace and calmness.

  “Want me to drop you off here?” asked the female driver.

 “Yes, please,” said Sunna. She got out of the taxi and saw a dazzling sight. She saw a large mansion in front of her where elves and heaven-cats wore formal clothing; dresses and tuxedos studded with gems. They quietly talked and danced inside. No one stuffed their faces nor ate big portions…there was a politeness and serenity about the place. “Cassiel’s Concert” shone in gold letters on a banner over the door. Classical music flowed through the mansion, delighting the guests.

 Sunna wondered where the party music was. But she decided that classical music was great, too.

 “Sunna,” called Portal. The muscular white feline walked over, dressed in a light gray tuxedo and a blue tie.

 “Portal!” Sunna smiled.

 “Glad you could make it!” Portal smiled.

 “Yeah, thanks for inviting me,” Sunna added.

 “You’re welcome.”

 Portal led Sunna into the mansion/restaurant. The top of it was a large dark blue dome with glowing indigo infinity designs that matched the dark sky. The rest of the building was black. The double doors were made of onyx and the handles looked like curved in white angel wings.

 “Dinner for two,” he said. The waitress, a white cat with black stripes wearing a black dress smiled and said, “Right this way.”

 She led them to a table with a white cloth where a golden rose in a small vase was placed in the center. They were near the dance floor, where heaven-cats were waltzing with each other. Portal and Sunna sat down, taking in the tranquil atmosphere.

 “Hey everyone, meet my new friend,” Portal called. Other heaven-cats meowed in greeting to Sunna, while a few rolled their eyes. One looked at Sunna in disapproval of her dress that revealed her legs. Near an indigo lava lamp, against a wall of golden ambrosia was the sigil of Cassiel the Archangel, glowing gold.

 The striped cat waitress came over to their table.

 “Can I get you anything to drink?”

 “One glass of Holy Spirit on the rocks, please,” Portal replied.

 “Cloud Nine wine for me,” Sunna said.

 “Okay then, they’ll be right over,” said the waitress, “But remember, everyone only gets one drink per serving.” She smiled and left.

 Sunna shrugged. “I don’t get it. Heaven has endless feasts of food, yet we can’t even have another glass? I mean, what if we spill it?”

 “It encourages moderation and enjoyment of what you have,” Portal responded. “Unlike Earth, Heaven takes careful consideration of everyone’s needs. Just be glad the alcohol we have doesn’t affect us angels.”

 “It still tastes good, at least.”

 Sunna glanced at her menu: “Holy Trinity Dinners! One appetizer, one meal and one dessert…only 333 spirits!”

 Sunna sighed. “Everything is getting so expensive nowadays.”

 “Tell me about it,” Portal replied. “But at least we’re not in Earth or in Hell; their prices are outrageous!”

 “Say,” said Sunna as the waitress placed their drinks in front of them, “You still working for Verosika? I mean, Veronica? Uh…”

 “You mean Kiva Perdera? Yes,” Portal replied.

 “Wait a minute! Didn’t you guys get arrested on Earth? And didn’t Kiva get banished to Earth? How did she get back into Heaven?”

 “Must have been her fame,” said Portal. “She still has many fans in Heaven and they eventually overruled Deere’s decision to banish her. Or…”

 Portal twiddled his furry thumbs, “I may have also created a portal and got her back in. Following orders to make sure there’s no conflict.”

 “Following whose orders?” Sunna implied.

 “Welcome ladies and gentlemen to our special celebration tonight,” said a voice. An angelic figure strolled onto the dance floor while several goat angels played a nearby grand piano and a violin.

 “Him, of course,” said Portal.

 “Wait…since when did you also work for…” Sunna began.

 “Are you ready to celebrate with the King Pin of Temperance?” said the voice.

 Applause followed.

 “Let us begin.”

 The spotlight revealed the angel of Temperance, Cassiel. He had the same white skin and red cheeks as Lucifer, Michael, and the other angels. He wore a black tuxedo and a dark indigo bowtie with dark pants. His wings were folded behind him, and a microphone was in his hands. His hair was dirty blonde and long.

 What followed was a beautiful classical lament about the three worlds, Heaven, Earth and Hell. Sunna was surprised at how somber and sad the song was that ever her cheerful demeanor grew into…well boredom.

 Cassiel sang:

 “What do you want? What do you need?

To survive each day? Or an excuse for greed?

Heaven’s got it all, one world so small

But nothing’s left for those who fall

 Three Worlds Apart (always apart)

Why are families Three Worlds Apart? (oh-oh)

His decision for eternal division

Is it really the best for all? (for all)

 Elves, angels, cherubs, and saints

Are welcome here, no complaints

There are further divisions in Hell

Those never work so well

 Take only what you need, leave the rest

Food and love is for the worst and the best

Balance and restraint, always know

Sometimes you have to let go (let go)

 Angels on demons, man on man

Eternal war, sinner ban

Can we get along (get along)

With people who are in the wrong (in the wrong)

 I shed these tears

For all the mortals’ fears

For their uncertain future and a threat

We don’t know about yet

 Three Worlds Apart (always apart)

Why are families Three Worlds Apart? (oh-oh)

His decision for eternal division

Is it really the best for all? (for all)”

 Everyone politely sniffed and clapped as Cassiel bowed. Sunna let out a yawn.

 “Well now I know why he’s called the Angel of Tears,” Sunna mentioned, after wiping tears from her eyes.

 “Hello, Portal,” called Cassiel, who came over in the blink of an eye. The two of them shook hands.

 “It’s great to see you again,” said Portal. “How’s Michael?”

 “Still missing his older brother Lucifer, but he’s still doing a splendid job keeping dark spirits at bay with his flaming sword. Raphael is helping run the hospitals in Diligence now before going back to Humility and Charity. Although Raphael loves humanity, Michael tends to focus on them more. I mean, Camael rules Charity, but Raphael and Michael are pretty generous, too.”

 Cassiel paused. “Oh, is this the kitten you were talking about?”

 “Yeah,” said Portal. “Sunna this is my other boss, Archangel Cassiel. Lord Cassiel, meet my friend, Sunna.”

 “So…you’re alright with being with lower-status beings like cherubs and elves and cats?” Sunna asked nervously.

 Cassiel shrugged. “I don’t mind a bit as long as they’re respectful. I mean, demon royalty have dated imps and hellhounds for goodness sake. Though I’m not much of the intimate type. Portal says you love to go to parties and are a great extrovert. Hopefully this get-together is good enough for you.”

 “Yeah, sure,” said Sunna, suddenly feeling self-conscious at all the elite cats around her.  

 “Anyway, hope you have a nice night,” Cassiel said. “See you guys around.”

 Cassiel left into the shadows.

 For the next half-hour, Sunna was attempting to use the right forks and spoons for her meal. Portal helped her with choosing the correct utensils for her Golden Honey Soup, Ichthys eggs, lobster bisque with gold flecks, heavenly salad, and traditional angel food cake for dessert. She enjoyed the food and resisted the urge to lap out of her bowl.

 One of the elite cats raised her eyebrows at Sunna’s hippie demeanor, while another cat wore a bracelet that read “The cat’s meow.” Another cat wore a suit with “I am purrfect” on it and another wore a “divine lives” shirt.

 After Sunna finished her meal and after an awkward waltzing with Portal, she got a phone call.

 Sunna answered.  “Hey Dad.”

 “I’m on my way to your party.”

 “Why?”

 “Just to see that everything’s alright. I still don’t trust that Portal guy.”

 “Dad, he’s fine and very nice. Give him a chance.”

 “No promises.”

 Soon enough, Docile had arrived in a fancier version of his E.L.F. getup.

 “Enjoying your date?” he asked, arms folded.

 Sunna blushed. “It…wasn’t really a date. We just talked about work and stuff.”

 “Hello, Docile,” said Cassiel, appearing behind him. “It’s been a while since you’ve been down here in Temperance. How’s E.L.F.?”

 Docile smiled. “It’s going great, sir. Some wild mishaps here and there, but otherwise alright.”

 “Wanted to make sure C.H.E.R.U.B. or any rivals weren’t bothering you guys. I’m happy to support E.L.F. But I wouldn’t mention too much to Michael and Uriel and the other stern angels.”

 “Right,” said Docile. He turned to Sunna. “You ready to go?”

 “Actually, how about a fun little contest?” asked Cassiel. “You still fresh with your vocals right?”

 “Been a while since choir, but I’m up for it,” Docile said.

 “Whoever can sing the greatest hymn about God, wins,” said Cassiel.

 “Bring it on,” said Docile.

 Sunna drowned out the devotional droning and the ritual riffraff until, to her disappointment…

 “Better luck next time,” said Cassiel to Docile before leaving. Docile groaned. “I was so close.” He turned to Sunna. “I’m ready to go home.”

 “Me too,” said Sunna. “This party is too depressing for me.”

 The elite cats stared at Sunna with judging eyes as she and Docile headed out the door.

 They arrived back at their house in Humility, Docile and Sunna heading to their own rooms. The walls were emerald and sapphire with pictures of the E.L.F. crew.

 “I love you, Sunny,” said Docile.

 “I love you too, dad,” Sunna replied. “You know I’ll always be there for you.”

 “Be where?”

 Sunna laughed. “Everywhere, with you whenever you need me.”

 “Spoken like a true E.L.F. member. Hey, don’t forget to help open the office in the morning.”

 Sunna sighed. “Almost forgot about that.”

 Both of them went to their respective rooms for a good night sleep.

[oddlies-a]

@shagadelicswinger // cont. from here!

"What I really suggest is that spaghetti bolognese from that Italian place across the street. I go there all the time...good stuff," Ernest can't help but joke, plenty entertained by his own quip. But this customer piqued his interest even more than his often-used joke.

"You look pretty groovy! You'll have to give me some fashion tips later, but my serious suggestion for you? Hmm...," he continues, scanning the shelves of the shop with a squint. Moving from his spot behind the counter, his fingers dance through the products. "We got lava lamps, balloon animal kits, and oh! People have been clamoring over this!"

Ernest pulls out a rather pink bottle, showing off a handmade tag that declared it was 'Love Potion No. 10'. "I don't know what happened to the other 9, but hey! I'm guessing 10th time's a charm! It's a concoction from my roommate; people say it's magic... but I'm sure you don't need it! You've got that retro look that's all the rage!" He has to resist the urge to throw the glass for comedic effect, instead placing it back on the shelf with a gentle pat.

"If you ever need a good disguise, though, I got beards and mustaches of all sorts; all fake of course! Real ones cost too much of a close shave to get!" He smiles again at his own pun, barely holding back a laugh.

[alwaysbethewest]

Triple Frontier fic: When the World Seems to Shine

Hello friends! I come to you today with a very silly little Hot Single Dad Frankie Morales (tm) ficlet. Totally inspired by that STEM fact Pedro shared with us a couple months ago.

Title: When the World Seems to Shine Pairing/Characters: Frankie Morales/gn!Reader, Baby Morales Rating: Gen Word Count: 870 Content/warnings: extreme sappiness, a groan-worthy pun, a couple of penguin facts, a little baby spit, a brief drug mention. Unbetaed but thanks as usual to @fleetwoodmactshirt and @mourningbirds1 for patiently allowing me to send them excerpts as I worked on this. Set in the same ‘verse as my other Hot Single Dad Frankie fics, but can be read totally standalone.

  The baby is perhaps too young to fully appreciate this outing, but Frankie’s boss’s cousin had had an extra set of passes he couldn’t use, so on an overcast early fall morning you find yourselves lining up by the entrance for Baby’s First Aquarium Visit. She’s in her stroller, contentedly chewing on a stash of goldfish crackers—“It’s thematic,” Frankie had told you proudly as he’d packed them this morning—and as you shift on your feet next to her she glances up and thoughtfully holds out a cracker for you to take.

“For me? Oh, thank you, honey,” you tell her, accepting the soggy little fish in the palm of your hand. You start to glance around for the nearest trashcan, but Frankie is already grabbing the snack and popping it into his own mouth. You shoot him a look of mild disgust. “I’m pretty sure that cracker was half baby spit.”

He shrugs, unconcerned. “I’ve had worse.”

You cringe a little, knowing it’s all too true, but he just chuckles and wraps an arm around your shoulders, and you lean into him as the line inches forward.

  The baby is entranced by the jellyfish. She sits unmoving in your arms and stares at them, wide-eyed and slack-jawed like a stoner at her first psychedelic light show.

Frankie is a little bored and trying unsuccessfully to hide it. He’s bouncing lightly on his feet, studying the foldout brochure from the aquarium docent in between disinterested glances at the magical creatures floating through the exhibit before you. “They’ve got five species of sharks here,” he reports.

You hum an acknowledgment and take a step from the bell jellies over to the comb jellyfish, which cast shimmering rainbows through the water as they move. The baby coos in pleasure, mesmerized.

“She looks like she’s on a sedative,” Frankie murmurs, making you laugh. “We should get a lava lamp for her room and see if it has the same effect.”

“Only if we can get one for me, too,” you tell him. Behind the glass, one of the glowing creatures pulses rhythmically and you find yourself breathing in time to it, joining the baby in her trance until Frankie’s patience finally wears thin and he tugs you away to observe an animal with a brain.

  You snap a picture of the two of them standing in front of one of the largest tanks, backlit by the glow of the water. She’s perched on his hip and he’s pointing to a leopard shark swimming past. You post it on Instagram, captioned Big Fish and Little Fish, and Frankie shakes his head when he sees the notification a few minutes later on his phone.

“Cheesy,” he says, but his eyes are crinkling with a smile and he leans down to press a kiss to her temple. Ever his mini-me, she acts annoyed at the ticklish intrusion and then misses it when it’s gone, reaching up to fist her little hand in his beard and mindlessly rubbing the scraggly hairs between her thumb and index finger like a worry stone.

  The African penguin enclosure proves too much for her: too big, too loud, the room too crowded with spectators eager to watch a live feeding. She buries her face against Frankie’s shoulder with a whimper and he pats her back soothingly and nods to you, indicating it’s time for a change of scenery.

You take charge of the stroller, tagging behind Frankie and keeping one eye out to avoid running into anyone’s ankles while also skimming the fact sheet you’ve snagged.

“African penguins grow up to 28 inches tall and weigh between 4.9 and 7.7 pounds,” you read aloud.

“Over two feet tall? No wonder she was a little freaked out by them,” Frankie says. He smooths a hand over her soft hair and then down to rub tenderly across her back. “She saw how big they were and got worried she wouldn’t be able to take them in a fight.”

“I don’t know,” you muse. “I wouldn’t bet against her. We know she can bite.”

Frankie winces at the memory of her deceptively innocent-looking tiny teeth. The baby is already looking calmer, and likely ready for a nap, judging by her drooping eyelids. The three of you weave your way through the main hall, heading towards the door to the outer observation deck where you can get some fresh air and tackle lunch.

“The penguins mate in monogamous pairs, returning to the same breeding ground each year, and work in cooperation to protect their eggs and forage for food,” you continue reading. The thought of it warms your heart, these little creatures braving the wilds of the sea and land to raise their families. “That’s love.”

Frankie shoots you a smile and you nearly miss the way his expression changes, turning a shade gleeful as his eyes catch on something over your shoulder.

“No, babe,” he says smugly. He nods at the fish tank behind you, which is alive with a flurry of different species, and you turn to look. “That’s a moray.”

And you have to follow his cackle out to the deck, while the baby looks on in sleepy confusion.

  (GROAN, I know lol. I don’t have the energy rn to do a tag list here BUT for every note this fic gets I’m gonna donate a dollar to my favorite aquarium, as penance for that awful pun 😌)

[completeoveranalysis]

[3]

Oh! Yes ok, confirmed: the items are being stored for future usage. Or perhaps even just one future usage, on The Big Future day? Trade them all in for a good result maybe?

OH and we can see the Mokona cases! The two little glass domes to Yuuko’s left are what the Mokonas were stored in at the start of the series. That’s a fun touch. 

…?!?!?

AHHH???

AHHHHHHH WHAAAAAAAAAAT

HELLO FULL BREAKDOWN MODE WHAT ARE WE TALKING ABOUT

OK OK OK OK OK OK OK OK

So Yuuko is talking about the time very very early on (volume 1 even?) when Watanuki found the Clow Staff in storage, which she explained even then was just a replica - and apparently that’s still true, but Yuuko has THE ACTUAL

THE REAL

THE GENUINE WAND USED BY CARDCAPTOR SAKURA IN HER STORE?

LIKE

LIKE

YOU SEE?? YOU SEE WHAT THEY'RE DOING TO ME?!?!?!

I am going completely off the rails in my own brain here but oh my goodness. Crossover event of the century. Sakura left her actual staff here in exchange for a wish. 

You can see AGAIN how Clamp are always always shining a spotlight on the suggestion that 'Cardcaptor Sakura might be the mother of Lava Lamp and Watanuki' even if some of the details don’t quite match up. Like, Yuuko said that she had never actually met Lava Lamp’s parents, and yet she has Cardcaptor Sakura’s staff. I suppose she doesn’t directly say that she met Cardcaptor Sakura, and the staff could have been left here by other means - or both statements are true, and Cardcaptor Sakura just isn’t related to Lava Lamp and Watanuki. 

I am going to be completely consumed by this mystery until they finally give the real answer because they’re so careful with how vague it is every single time. AND THEY DO IT ON PURPOSE FOR THIS EXACT REASON.

[failedintsave]

This is the 27 anon. Honestly if you wanna do smth with their hands do et i love that trope. Thank you a

[Trope Mashups]

Sick/injured + Hands

I just did one with injured hands recently, so we'll go for sick fic (my beloved)

He wasn't sure what was worse, the pounding headache or the chills ripping through his body, shivers radiating like aftershocks hard enough to make his teeth chatter. Or maybe it was the fire burning in his throat that no amount of painful swallowing could extinguish. How did dragons cope with that anyway? Were they armored with scale inside as well as out? It definitely wasn't by using benzocaine, because that was not working.

Skwisgaar hadn't been sick like this in years. Not since the flu so severe it sent him to the emergency room as a child. It was hazy, but he remembered the broad strokes. His mother dropped him at mormor's house for the weekend, feverish and sleepy. By lunchtime he was too nauseous to eat, and before the sun set he was laid up in a hospital bed, needles behind his knuckles feeding him fluids and medicine through a tangle of tubes. He could still imagine his grandmother, pacing from his bedside to the payphone outside the door, spending the same returned coin over and over trying to reach her flighty daughter. He especially recalled her fingers, wrinkled and knobbly with arthritis she'd passed down to him, cool against the flush of his cheeks as she lulled him into fitful sleep.

The hand that swept his hair off his forehead now was larger than the one in his memory, with thick, callused fingers and nails bitten to the quick. Farmer's hands, he'd called them once in a fit of annoyance, regretting the vindictive comment now as those same hands tested his temperature with a gentleness that belied the owner's strength.

"Still burnings up. I think it's been long enoughs for you to has another dose."

He hadn't meant it when he said it, not really. Toki's hands were toughened from labor, yes, but they were quick and light when he focused. He was just frustrated; who wouldn't be after rerecording the same deleted track over and over for twenty-two days straight? Skwisgaar cracked one eye, watching as Toki carefully measured syrupy medication into a tiny plastic cup.

"You shouldn'ts even be in here." He croaked through chapped lips. "Gonna get sick too."

Toki hummed, holding the medicine cup aloft to check the dosage. He squinted in the low light provided through the open bathroom door, Skwisgaar's curtains drawn and lamp turned off in an attempt to lessen the vice-like pressure in his head. "Toki gots a pretty good immunes system, I'll be okei. Can you sits up?"

"Ja just…gives me a minute."

Skwisgaar shifted under the weight of his blankets, his inflamed joints screaming in protest as he struggled onto his elbow. A wide palm slipped between his back and the mattress, strong and solid, and Toki helped him the rest of the way upright. His covers pooled around his waist, his skin prickling with goosebumps. The medication went down like lava, his taste buds dead to any artificial flavoring, only the bitter tang of alcohol piercing through the fuzz coating his mouth. He coughed, then winced.

Setting the cup aside, Toki held him in place when Skwisgaar tried to slump back into the mattress. "Let's get some water ins you while you's up. Hopefully dis stuff knocks you out. Next time you wakes up you really needs to eat something."

Toki ignored Skwisgaar's pitiful moan at the mention of food. He picked a glass up from beside the bed and offered it, but didn't let go when Skwisgaar reached for it, keeping his fingers around the rim and anchoring the straw with his knuckle. Skwisgaar drank what he could from the tepid water, then pushed it away.

"Euughh, just lets me die." He went limp and boneless, Toki supporting him one-armed while he set the glass on the floor.

"Oh hush."

"Ends my sufferingk."

"You'll feels better soon, promise."

Down filling crinkled behind his head as Toki lowered Skwisgaar back to his pillow, pulling the bed spread up to his chin and smoothing it over his chest. Warmth bloomed under Toki's hands, fending off a fresh wave of chills. Letting his head loll towards the rhythm guitarist, Skwisgaar gave a weak, lopsided grin.

"You know, if you ams gonna plays nurse, you could at least puts on de sexy uniforms."

"You wants me to finds a rectal thermometer too, or ams dat just for special occasions?"

"I'd settles for a sponge baths if you gots de time." Skwisgaar snorted, which triggered another coughing fit. With Toki's assistance, he rolled onto his side, the spasm subsiding into a wheeze.

As before, Toki's blunt fingers brushed Skwisgaar's hair from his face, tenderly picking sweaty tendrils from his forehead and settling a cold wash rag there instead. Skwisgaar closed his eyes, embarrassed at the grateful tears that were starting to well up. Though it was difficult to will his aching muscles to move any further, Skwisgaar managed to slide his hand from under the blankets, reaching up to touch Toki's sturdy wrist in silent thanks.

"Do you remembers de first time you guys got me super drunk?" Toki asked, molding the wet cloth to Skwisgaar's skull so it would remain in place.

He tried, but it was like a thick fog had rolled into his brain, obscuring most of his thoughts outside of the need for sleep. "Not shore."

"Nathan tore dat crosswalk signal off de post, but den decided he didn't want it and threws it off an overpass."

"Doesn't really narrows it down." Skwisgaar chuckled through his nose.

"Dat basement bar wif all de neons and de mirror wall and de pool table dat dipped in de middle?"

A spark of recognition. "Oh ja, dat place. What's a dump."

Toki's arm twisted under Skwisgaar's fingers, his hand catching Skwisgaar's and lifting it to his lips. "I fell down hard at some point, tores my jeans, scraped my whole arm up real bads. And den I puked so much all night I thoughts dat I was dying or poisoned or something. Felt like it would never end, just a big, terrible blurs." He nuzzled the back of Skwisgaar's knuckles, his mustache scratchy on flushed skin. "But when I woke up in de bathrooms, my hair was tied back, and my scrapes was all cleaned and had bandaids. And you came in and feds me a whole bottle of gatorades, I couldn't even holds it wif my cuts wrapped up."

"I was so mads at you." Skwisgaar admitted, the memory materializing out of the haze. "You never did knows when to quit."

He'd witnessed the fall, Toki narrowly avoiding his head being split on a curb, twisting at the last second to catch himself on the asphalt. With his fret hand, no less. He remembered how the others had laughed and hauled the young man to his feet, dusted him off and then passed him on to Skwisgaar to handle.

"Oh you mades your fruskrations pretty clear. But still. Even wif all your bitching, it made me feels a lot better to has you dere." Toki gave Skwisgaar's fingers a final squeeze, then laid them on the pillow next to his head. The mattress shifted as he got to his feet. "You should rest."

Though he was ashamed of it now, Skwisgaar recalled his main concern at the time being whether or not Toki had broken any fingers and what good the kid would be to him if he crippled his ability to play the guitar. Where was his sense of self-preservation? He'd wondered (not for the first or last time) if maybe bringing Toki on had been a lapse in judgement. He wasn't a goddamn babysitter.

"Stay?" Guilt stirred in his gut, but he couldn't help being selfish again now. The fever made him desperate for comfort.

He'd resented being elected caretaker. Owner-operator of the Skwisgaar Skwigelf Daycare Center for Baby Dildoes Who Can't Wipe Their Own Noses. Toki was old enough to look after himself; Skwisgaar had been doing that since he was half the younger guitarist's age. But when those pale, glassy eyes stared up at him he'd had no other option. And that's just how it was.

"I'm not going anywhere."

The bed depressed again, and Skwisgaar fought his eyelids open a sliver when the quiet sound of strings picked up. His Explorer sat cradled reverently on Toki's lap, stout fingers moving fluidly to tap out a lilting melody.

He recognized the progression. "Chopin?"

"Yeps." Toki didn't look up from the fretboard, using his thumb to strum in place of a pick.

"Mm." Skwisgaar sighed, settling further into his blankets. "Could prackstice your own tracks, you knows."

"And you could shuts up. Wasn't your throat killing you a minute ago?" Amusement evident in his retort, Toki shifted closer on the bed until his hip squished the edge of the pillow. Skwisgaar scooted forward so his nose bumped Toki's thigh, and a heavy hand petted his hair fondly. "Now goes to sleep, stupid. No thinking abouts work til you gets better."

Skwisgaar snuggled a fraction of an inch nearer, grinning when Toki transitioned to a flawless Bach variation. "You's de boss, doc."

"Any chance you gonna remember you said dat when you wakes up?"

Drowsiness was a black hole, its massive gravity dragging Skwisgaar under. His jaw popped with an enormous yawn. "None."

(the song Toki is playing is Nocturne in E-Flat Major)

[jade-parcels]

For bunny AU! If request are still open, is there a favourite room in the basement among the premium members? Like what room they prefer to make out in, and who will they being in that specific room!

The different rooms in The Basement

In The Basement of Celestia’s Bunny Cafe, there are 10 rooms. 1 security booth and 9 separate bedrooms, each with different themes, where you can take a bunny boy of your choosing to spend some…’Quality time’ together.

Room 1: the basic suite 🏡

This room is modeled to look like any modern bedroom in a nice house. It gives that ‘we live together and are happily married together’ vibes that many customers enjoy! White, pristine sheets, a beautiful wooden bed frame, hanging plants and fake windows all set the scene. It almost feels like coming home after a long day of work to have some fun with your lover. Except you paid for this 0-0 this room is a classic because it was the first one to open! The basic suite and the regal suite were the only two rooms open for the first 2 months of…Basement activity offered at the cafe

This room is loved by all of the bunnies cause it’s a neutral, welcoming space. Diluc loves it!! Zhongli enjoys it but it looks a lot like his own bedroom…hmm…

Room 2: the regal suite 🌹

This room is made to feel like a royal bedroom! Something straight out of the palace of Versailles! Intricate decorations, the theme of pink and gold everywhere. Cream colored marble tiles, a veil covering the bed, pretty vases full of flowers, an old armoire in the corner where toys and extra sheets are kept. The light fixture is nice touch, it’s made to look like a little chandelier! Fake candles are also places around the room for an warm, golden glow. Faint violin music is played but it can be turned off if you’d rather fuck in silence. You’ll feel like a million bucks in here!!

Kaeya loves this room of course, he just has good taste! Albedo also likes this room, he likes the pretty glow of the fake candles :)

Room 3: the ‘bare bones’ suite 💀

This room is for those who just want to get down and dirty. This room is exactly what it sounds like. The bare minimum. A mattress on the floor and that’s it. This room is for those who plan on getting rough or messy, there’s no need to worry about breaking the bed frame or knocking anything over, the whole room is free reign. Each room has its own bathroom attached, this one is minimal as well. A shower, toilet and sink. No decorations. It’s literally…an empty room. Go wild

This is Dottore’s favorite because he doesn’t have to worry about paying his bosses back if he damages something. There’s nothing to damage!! Except you 0-0…kidding

Room 4: the 80s suite 🧡

This room is modeled after a modern day 80s aesthetic, not the old 80s where everything was wood and dingy looking. Fun, vibrant posters litter the walls, the sheets are red, orange and blue, there’s a lava lamp and funky lighting! 80s music is played and the best part is there’s a pole in the room along with an orange, plastic chair. Sit back and enjoy a show cause you very well could be getting a lap dance to Queen songs. Freddie would have wanted it this way

Ajax loves this room! He knows how to get down and groove!!…kinda.

Room 5: the club suite 👯

Laser lights, mirrored ceiling, a stripper pole and loud music, the atmosphere of this room is meant to feel like a club! It’ll get your blood pumping, that’s for sure!! When you lay back in bed, you’re met with your own reflection on the ceiling, you have a perfect view of yourself getting fucked or, instead, you can turn your attention to the pole and get a dance from your bunny too!! Bring some singles with you and make it rain!!

The better question here is ‘who doesn’t like this room?’. All of the bunnies love this room, it’s fun and energetic, it’s loud and you can be as loud as you want. Probably the most fun room available!

Room 6: the honeymoon suite 💞

This room is full of red and pink! From the heart shaped bed to the rose petals on the sheets, champagne in glasses by the bedside, the whole experience is meant to feel like a honeymoon fling. Guests love the overall feel of this room and some worry this may ruin their future honeymoon for them 0-0 uh oh!!

Baizhu loves this room because it feels very intimate! And those who pick this room usually aren’t looking for a fast, hard fuck, more like something slow and loving which he prefers as well. Diluc loves the intimate aspect of this room too, he’s here to please and he’ll take on the role of your fictional husband if that’s what pleases you. He kinda likes it too…

Room 7: the glow suite 🔮

This room is lit by black lights. Every decoration, the sheets and tiles are meant to glow. The walls are covered in swirly paint designs, the sheets are patterned and the tiles have mirrored chips in them so the whole room has a fun, funky glow to it! You’re encouraged to wear glow rings!! And glowing condoms are provided for free, they’re in a bucket buy the door! What could be more fun than a glow room???

Scramouche is a big fan of this room! It reminds him of an arcade or roller rink, which were some of his favorite places when he was younger. Ajax likes this room cause he thinks having a glow dick is funny. What an idiot lmao

Room 8: the sea suite 🌊

Like the glow suite, this room is relatively dark. However, projections of water and fish are all over the ceiling and walls. You and your bunny will both look stunning in the calming, blue light. There are faint sounds of the waves being played throughout the room, the sheets are blue silk, the floors are sparkly blue tile. The original plan was to have a water bed in here but Ninnguang realized that would be a poor investment 0-0 not everyone chooses to be gentle and nothing would kill the mood faster than popping the waterbed you’re fucking on 0-0

Dain’s favorite room by far. He loves the sound of the ocean and blue is his favorite color! Being bathed in royal blue together…Ah…Yes, this is nice

Room 9: the star suite ⭐️

The star suite is similar to the sea suite except this one has projections of galaxies and stars all over the place. The bed is in the center of the room and is in the shape of a circle. The sheets are silky smooth and soft music plays in the background. The black, glittery tiles are cool beneath your feet and the purple glow of the room is soothing as much as it is beautiful. You look so pretty in the purple light with projected stars twinkling on your skin <3 after you two are finished, you can lay on your back and watch for shooting stars

Xiao’s favorite room…He’s a bit sappy. He enjoys watching the stars with his customers after finishing, laying back to catch his breath, looking over at you to see you covered in stars. That’s a view that’ll never get old. Dain also likes this room, he does a lot of stargazing at home so this is relaxing to him too :)

[valkyrieofsmut]

Favorite gifts to give/receive? Classic, Red, Stretch, Dusty?

Classic- Give- puzzle things, or small things related to something the person is into. Like a particular show/ book? Oh, he was at a store and saw a shot glass with them on it. You might not even drink, but it has that character on it.

Recieve- anything with his interest; shows you were thinking about him. There's this really cool mini telescope that's painted like a galaxy? Yeah, it was like 1$ and it can barely see the visible stuff much better- but he loves it, and if it's from his SO, he'll take it to work and pull it out, telling everyone to get looking for stars.

Red- Give- he's more of an acts of services guy. You having trouble doing something/ making something work? Why throw it away? Suddenly that damn toaster oven that sets of the fire alarm every time you use it, no matter how clean or how low the setting is is able to not onnly cook things it normally can, but it has a timer to turn on and off; you can go to work and always come home to a fresh, hot meal without all the work!

Recieve- he likes little trinkets that show you were thinking about him. A keychain with something that means something to the two of you, a throw blanket with something cool on it, even better if it's a matching set, because then he can switch them and smell you, you smell him, and it's still the same look and feel.

Stretch- Give- interesting looking things, like water bobbers, those cute little bubble things that make interesting patterns. Think lava lamp... the science is so simple, yet so intertaining.

Recieve is lazy activities. A boxset of something and some snacks, maybe a blanket to cuddle in- with his SO, of course.

Dusty- Give- He's not really one to give gifts... pretty apathetic... but if he takes a liking to you, you might find all sorts of macabre weird things... horror movie memes, the zombie horror dolls, things that look horrifying, but are just horror fan themed, often show up on the poarch with a note 'thought this was interesting'.

Recieve- He doesn't really want anything anymore. Anything you give him will likely get set somewhere and forgotten. But. If you can get him something that's a momento of the two of you, that's where it's at. A stuffed star because he likes space? meh. A stuffed star worth 5$ that you spent 20$ trying to win for him at the fair? He keeps it in his pocket if it's small enough, squeezes it when things start to get bad in his head...

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DNP Rewatch: Time For A Change

Date video was published: 01/25/2019 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 386

The first video of 2019! This was late in the year for the first Phil video (I say as we had to wait all the way until February in 2022...)

0:00 - I like that he starts off wearing the same shirt as from PINOF 10. the transition to the next era!

0:04 - well that is a start

0:17 - “private Philly time” um. 😳 did not think about that one before he said it

0:26 - they really were constantly going in 2018

0:46 - dramatic music! this was a big change for Phil

0:59 - “many reasons” and a sudden blank 😂 or at least a blank on reasons he can share with the internet

1:10 - don’t think this one was as much of an issue after the move to the second London flats

1:21 - jesus christ Phil

1:40 - I mean valid

1:59 - that tweet also served as a “warning” that this change was coming so the video wouldn’t be a complete surprise

2:06 - we’ve spent so many years on dog hill

2:20 - lol at Phil’s annotations

2:32 - well that’s specific and terrifying

2:40 - love Phil reading the full tweet thread conversation

2:50 - mr english language degree there... 😂

3:21 - is this the first time he just straight-up said “bitch” on his channel? it might be. I know he did, like “bee-otch” previously

3:30 - candles and plants...very consistent now for Phil

3:40 - the pickle will end up in his background at some point!

4:27 - I’m sure there are smaller ones than that

4:39 - love Phil’s utter confusion there

4:58 - “the mall” lol

5:11 - “cool stuff...like a penis pillow” alrighty then

5:30 - Phil really sees dicks everywhere 😂

5:53 - yeah, no that is definitely horrifying not cute

6:11 - “do I want naked handstand man? probably not” I’m cackling

6:56 - background reveal! this set-up was in the little room behind the sliding glass door where Dan’s background was originally in the filming flat. so Dan must have known he wasn’t going to be filming there anymore

7:06 - “or new piece of wall” yeah, he knows he can’t say “new home” without the speculation flying

7:15 - “a little bit of help from Danny boy” of course

7:20 - that one had already been alive a long time, so probably the safest plant choice

7:23 - love the TATINOF cube tower holding the lava lamp 😂 they got a lot of use out of those

7:42 - I like the dinosaur lamp

7:58 - the candle Dan gave him for Christmas 2016! wonder if he ever finally burned it to see the skeleton part inside

8:05 - Lion is on such a low shelf that it isn’t visible in a lot of the videos

8:20 - whoops; I’ve done that before when buying things online. but he has that vase his new background now! haha

8:40 - yeah that does not work

8:50 - I feel like it takes him a while before he tries anything really “new”

9:02 - why...does Phil want to dip his toe...in honey

9:17 - oh, the start of the cactus club. I can’t believe that was all the way back in 2019

9:57 - Phil’s discount code ideas 😂

10:15 - also the start of the dog end screens

This is a good video for the first one of the year. And a necessary one for a somewhat-big change.

DNP went to visit friends up in the Manchester area in early January (1, 2, 3, 4, 5), including going to an arcade bar, which they posted a lot from (1, 2, 3, 4, 5). They also did an Interactive Introverts “viewing party” where they live tweeted through it. After that (1, 2) is when Dan went almost fully quiet online until BIG in June.

So this video kicked off kind-of an “inbetween” era, after Interactive Introverts, but pre-coming-out. I’ll be honest - I already know that Phil’s early 2019 content is not my favorite, but maybe I’ll find a couple surprises that I end up liking more on rewatch!

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sparks in the rain | ch. 3

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Coming Soon

Relationship: Poly!Bill and Ted x Fem!Reader

Summary: A malfunction with the booth lands Bill and Ted into the most peculiar situation they’ve been in, stuck in the year 2021 standing in front of a woman they never thought they’d meet.

Words: 1.2

Warnings/Tags: Cursing, mentions of cheating (not on BNT’s part don’t worry), mentions of celebrity break downs, they’re having a good time :)

Author’s Note: Did I give the reader my dream apartment? Of course I did, you’re welcome. If you see any mistakes, no you didn’t

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Both boys sat on the couch, shoes off, facing each other with their legs crossed as they looked around the rest of your apartment. It wasn’t messy persay, but it definitely had its own charm to it. There were various posters hung up on the walls, a black Kit-Cat clock, some streamers hanging from the ceiling, Ted guessed from a party. Red and pink beaded curtains shaped like hearts lead into the hallway that was lit up by a lava lamp that had a black base and pink and orange paraffin wax blobs moving slowly about inside the glass. There was a wreath with mushrooms on it hanging on the door, and a vase full of dying blue carnations that sat next to the heart shaped key dish on a small table. The kitchen was probably the most normal thing in your apartment, the walls held no decorations aside from a vintage looking Halloween themed calendar that was pinned on October, the rest of the kitchen was plain white with tan counters. 

Bill’s gaze was fixated on what they both assumed to be the TV, his brows furrowed as he got up from the couch in order to inspect it closer. He peered behind the TV before looking at Ted with his eyes slightly widened, as if shocked by his discovery. 

“Dude this TV totally doesn’t have an ass like mine does at home.” Bill said in slight amazement, catching the quiet laugh that filtered from the kitchen. “Are they all like this?” He asked their host who was now leaning against the entryway to her kitchen, her fingers gently wringing a black dish towel.

She hummed, considered his question before shaking her head and saying “I mean not all of them are like that, there are plenty of people who still have those heavy ass TVs.” She walked a little closer, leaning her hands on the back of the couch on the opposite side from where Ted still sat cross legged “My roommate and I were just lucky, her mom gave it to us when we moved together. She got a bigger one for her own living room and did need that one anymore.” 

Ted’s own eyes widened “Bigger?” 

“Yeah you’re telling me these things get even bigger?” Bill finished off Ted’s thought, having the same question already formed in his head. 

It was kind of charming, if not a little surprising that they didn’t already know this. Given they were time travelers and could easily go to any time period they wanted. You pushed yourself away from the back of the couch, backing away a few steps while shrugging and saying “If you didn’t know about that then I for sure have some things you guys will find interesting.” you peaked into the kitchen “But we can talk about that after we get our hot chocolate.” 

The two of them excitedly followed after you, watching as you opened one of the cabinets right next to the fridge. Almost the entirety of the cabinet was filled with different mugs. Some were plain, normal looking mugs. While the majority of mugs were obscure shapes and designs or merchandise of some kind whether for movies, shows, or even bands, it seemed like you had it all. 

“Pick whichever one you want.” 

“Oh man I don’t know how I’ll choose.” Bill muttered, moving closer with Ted who gently placed a hand against the blonde’s lower back for a few seconds as he moved closer in order to see the mugs better.

After standing around in the kitchen for fifteen minutes while they sorted through your mugs, you finally were able to go back to the living room. You kicked one of the tie-dye bean bags further away from the sofa so you could sit on it and still see the two of them better. Both boys took their spots back on the couch, Ted sitting criss-cross and holding your favorite Scream mug close to his chest. Bill sat with his back against the arm of the couch with a Spiderman head mug. He was facing the both of you with one leg propped up on the cushions, his foot pushing against Ted’s thigh and the other leg hanging off the couch.

The three of you had been sitting in the living room for a while now. The rain was pouring even harder outside but none of you cared. You shared stories back and forth, telling them how you knew who they were, which brought up the conversation as to why they kept calling you Armageddon Lady when they first saw you. 

“So… You’re telling me that in your universe I’m some really famous actress named Susie Cooper?” You tried to summarize the information both boys gave you, watching them nod excitedly before Ted said,

“Yeah basically! Except in our universe she’s, like, thirty eight.” 

“And she has a felony.” Bill added. “Unless you have a felony too, then I guess you have that in common.” 

“What?! No, I don’t have a- holy shit was not expecting that… I can’t believe she...” You let out a shocked laugh, leaning forward over your crossed legs “Wait what did she do though?” 

“Vandalism.” Ted was quick to answer “The princesses told us about it when it happened, they’re really into all the celebrity gossip stuff.” He smiled softly, looking down at the now empty mug that he still cradled in his hands, tracing the rim with his thumb. “Susie was dating this really famous drummer dude for a few years.” 

“But caught him cheating with some lady reporter.” Bill chimed.

“Yeah, so Susie had this really big freak out, showed up at one of their tour shows and totally trashed their tour bus.” Ted frowned slightly before continuing “I mean, I think the guy deserved it. Cheating is one of the most heinous things you could do to any babe.” 

Bill nodded, adding “Let alone Susie Cooper.” before taking his final drink from his mug.

“Jeez, and didn’t you say she was a child star too? Poor lady’s been through it.” 

“Yeah I’ll say.” They both agreed simultaneously, their responses meshing together. 

Ted couldn’t help but admire how well you were taking this, after the initial shock of it all, you seemed to be fine now. He could now see how truly different you were from Susie Cooper and any other character she played, you were unique to yourself, and that much was obvious with how you carried yourself. He felt more curious about you and who you were with every word you said, any gesture you made, or how you could easily joke with the both of them. Ted couldn’t help but feel drawn in by you. 

But he also knew that eventually they would have to leave, and oddly enough he feared that they wouldn’t be able to find their way back. Not ready to let this already blossoming friendship be discarded completely. So when it was time for them to leave, they had to figure out a way to come back, not wanting to just up and leave after you had been kind enough to give them shelter when you could have just easily left them in the rain to freeze. No, Ted couldn’t do that to you, and he knew Bill would feel the same.