#and also some peripherals

[cesium-sheep]

I get to enjoy my christmas videos and christmas magazines and christmas decorations until new years at minimum.

[kirby-the-gorb]

[spaciebabie]

not only am i sexy but i am also good at solving my own problems ohhh yeah babyyyy

[tequiilasunriise]

bitches really be out here publicly divorcing as if they weren’t in a secret relationship

[dr-wormman]

I bought Cyberpunk 2077 cause it was on sale for half off and I didn’t like it but I do like the World of cyberpunk so made an OC. for funsies. I imagine this guy is some sort of musician. Like a mix of Hijokaidan and Swans if you can even imagine that

[icemankazansky]

icemav again but with somesort of lifeguard au?

Thanks for playing!

I'd say I'm sorry for this, but I'm not. It's also waaaaaaaay more than three sentences. (We all knew I could not stick to that rule.)

Over drinks and dessert, Bradley’s girlfriend, Phoenix, asks how they met.

Ice teases the edge of his tiramisu with the tines of his fork.  “I was on the swim team in high school—”

“You captained the swim team in high school,” Maverick counters between bites of Ice’s dessert.

“—and we all made money for tournaments and stuff lifeguarding the pool during gym classes or free use or whatever.”

“You were very cute with your red shorts and whistle,” Maverick adds.  “I transferred to Ice’s school at the beginning of the year, like the calendar year—”

“Spring semester,” Ice says.

“Yeah, spring semester.  So I was brand new in the middle of the school year.  I didn’t know anyone, but I saw Ice at the pool.  When he was lifeguarding, yeah, but then I started coming in early and watch him swim laps before school.”

“That’s very normal and non-stalkery behavior of you, Pops,” Bradley says.

Ice cuts in before Maverick can take the bait.  “I was really busy.  I was taking a full load of AP classes, and I had a bunch of extracurriculars—”

“I don’t blame you at all for not noticing me,” Maverick says.  “It probably would have helped if I had, you know, spoken to you.”

“But you didn’t,” Ice says.  “You had a different … plan.”

“Look,” Maverick says seriously, gesturing dramatically with his spoon.  “You were beautiful and gorgeous and perfect and so fucking smart—like scary smart—and I wanted to know you and date you and kiss you and—”

“We may be getting slightly off-topic,” Bradley says.

��Right,” Maverick says.  “So, I needed him to notice me in a way that didn’t involve me putting my foot in my mouth in front of a large audience.  So I came up with a plan.  A great plan!”

“Was it?” Ice asks, arching an eyebrow.

“A great plan,” Maverick repeats.

“So one day, I’m lifeguarding,” Ice says.  “And I notice someone in trouble.  Splashing around like this is the first time they’ve ever been in the water.  I get up, go to check, and then they go under, and there’s no more movement.  So I blow my whistle and tell people to move, and I jump in and pull this poor guy up onto solid ground.  He’s limp.  Not moving.  Eyes closed.  I get him laid out on his back, check his vitals.  He’s got a pulse, but his chest isn’t moving.  No breathing.  So I designate someone to call 911, and I start mouth-to-mouth.  Airway is clear.  I pinch his nose, tilt back his head, seal my mouth over his.  I give two breaths, and his chest inflates and deflates like it’s supposed to.  I check the pulse again, and it’s fine.  But he’s still not breathing on his own.  So I presss my mouth to his to give him two more breaths, and he grabs my ass and sticks his tongue in my mouth.”

Phoenix chokes on her drink.  Bradley starts laughing in big, braying guffaws; he’s heard this story many times before, and was holding in his laughter until the punchline, and it all comes out at once.

“What?!” Phoenix asks weakly once she’s composed herself.

“I told you, I had a plan,” Maverick says.

“You drowned yourself …?” Phoenix asks.  “On purpose?”

“Of course not!” Maverick says.  He waggles his eyebrows at Ice.  “Not that you’re not worth it …”

“He held his breath,” Ice says.  “Once I figured out what was going on, I did something I’m not entirely proud of, but it was instinctual.”

Phoenix looks at him.  “So you …?”

“I punched him in the face.”

Bradley is giggling now.  Phoenix’s jaw is on the floor.  “And so you married him …?”

“And so I got sentenced to two full weeks of afterschool detention,” Ice says.  “Only I had extracurriculars after school three days a week, so I ended up having two days of detention a week for almost a month.”

“And you married him,” Phoenix deadpans.

Ice smiles.  “Maverick felt bad that he’d gotten me in so much trouble, so he came and spent every single detention with me.  At first, he was really withdrawn, apologetic and embarrassed, but I didn’t tell him to fuck off, so he kept coming.  Soon he decided it was his job to cheer me up, so he’d talk to me, tell me jokes, clown around.  He was funny and sweet.  And cute.  It didn’t take me very long to stop being mad at him.  I started actually looking forward to detention, because I got to spend two hours with Maverick in the back of the classroom with our 600-year-old history teacher asleep at the front of the room, and it kind of felt like just the two of us.  I waited until detention was over, and then I asked him to go on a date with me.  He agreed, and we had a great time, and that night I kissed him properly for the first time, and things just kind of … kept growing from there.”

Maverick takes his hand, running the pad of his thumb across the simple gold band he slid onto Ice’s finger the day Ice agreed to love him, always.  To belong to him, always.  To go where he goes, always.

“Thirty-six years and counting,” Maverick says, and looks at his husband like he’s the only thing in the world.  Ice looks back, beaming, weaving their fingers together.

“You’re insane,” Phoenix says, dumbfounded.  “Possibly literally.”

“They’re in love,” Bradley says.  “And if we sneak out while they’re still gazing into each other’s eyes, they’ll pay our check.  Don’t worry; we have plenty of time.  Finish your dessert.”

[mr-fucko]

the monkey's paw of experts finally being familiar with your rare disease but also them not knowing why the fuck you're going blind. he was great but im also scared chat

[kikizoshi]

Falling hard back into the Undertale hyperfixation was... uh... not how I expected to start 2025, but here we are ig.

[mrlesbian]

so it turns out that not only are my health issues due to a diagnosis that i was told would be the worst case scenario, BUT i might also have rheumatoid arthritis on top of that. fantastic.

[killjoy-prince]

I had some screenshots saved from when I played this game back when this route came out and I realized the small changes they made since then (Left: taken in 2018 Right: taken a few minutes ago)

[gatheryepens]

okay some thoughts about Sunrise on the Reaping, because if I don’t say anything I might go insane….

[steampunk-raven]

this is probably the longest migraine I’ve ever had huh

[camgoloud]

today. i have experienced the HORRORS (opened laptop for morning meeting while seated between boss and coworker; was greeted with ao3 page i forgot to close last night)

[trickstump]

Not to be dramatic about things that are nothing but it’s kind of a bummer the relationship that, like. Folks peripheral to the bands we enjoy have this relationship with the bands’ fans that are like… mean spirited, almost? Like, I completely understand that it’s kind of a bummer that you have to, like, play to an audience that is not yours or there for you to get your other work/art out there, but it’s also wild the glee that seems to be had from taking the piss out of those fans?

[daedrabela]

Having dreams where a hot vampire or something is hunting me down? Cool, exciting, fun, sexy.

Having dreams where my ex is hunting me down? Uncomfortable, gross, stressful, sickening!

[cel-aerion]

Day Two of Colossalcon 2023, Addendum 2

...which is technically Day Three, but anyways they had a Build-a-Bear in the hotel where I was staying, and that Build-a-Bear had exclusive plushies of the hotel’s mascot characters, which includes wolves, but they closed before I got there on the day I wore the Roxy costume, so, yes, the next morning I did put the full costume on, including makeup, solely for the purpose of going and getting a plush wolf while dressed as a wolf.

I have zero regrets.