#and metal tables

[sunllghtt]

Do you guys think Rocket hates the color purple

[fieldghoul]

Papa IV is a Dollar Tree diva:

Many of the items on Papa's dressing room vanity appear be Dollar Tree purchases.

On the left:

Skin Nutrition Botanicals Tea Tree Oil & Salicylic Acid Balancing Face Wash

Wet Line Super Look Extreme Hold Styling Gel

Softee Coconut Oil Hair & Scalp Conditioner

The pink-tipped white makeup brush is some Wet N Wild brush.

On the right:

Sassy+Chic Plastic Dispensers with Pumps

B.Pure Moisturizing lotion (the back of the bottle is facing the camera)

Multicolored Balloon Weights

The moisturizer is what tipped me off -- that's Dollar Tree store brand.

[pastorpresent]

"Whiskey. Straight. Leave the bottle." bf vs "strawberry daiquiri with a bendy straw:)" gf

[acerobot]

How to deal with a terrible breakup? Easy! You don't. Everything is okay in the fantasy sitcom suburb land where you control everything ever.

Silly goofy au hours. More crack than serious, but I enjoy it. I worry the three(3) episodes of Wandavision I watched and a Don't Worry Darling plot synopsis changed my neuron pathing for the worst.

[shotmrmiller]

forcing your presence onto simon late at night because insomnia and a cup of tea always helps, or so they say, but you were taught better than to not offer others some but now the steaming cup is just sitting on the table to cool while you carefully sip on yours.

he doesn't look at it, you, nothing. keeps his eyes fixed on whatever he's doing, maybe cleaning his gun or something. fine. what matters is that you did your part.

and it eventually becomes routine. every night, like clockwork, he's darkening a corner in the coffee room and you've got a kettle warming. and every night, he ignores everything in his peripheral.

until he doesn't. it starts slow. you're already headed for the door, hand covering your yawn when he picks up the mug and takes a sniff. then, it's the tiniest sip, as if it's got teeth. come morning, the mug you used and his are clean, drying on a dish mat.

the following night, he waits for you to put it on the table before grabbing it. "you've a shit hand," he mutters. "left to steep too long. more bitter than the cigars price smokes."

okay. bastard. the next pot is too bland. calls it dog water. but he drinks all of it just the same. little to no sugar, splash of milk. the stare he leveled your way when he added milk could've destroyed the block.

"secrets safe with me, lieutenant. swear it."

unless he's tearing your ego into tatters with his scathing tea critique, he says nothing else. listens well enough, though. maybe. his eyes look blank most of the time. but he lets you ramble without interruption about nonsensical stuff; your day, your job, soap being the usual nuisance.

it's nice.

and then you fall ill. nothing water and cocooning yourself with your bedsheets for a day or three can't fix.

but then there's a very violent knocking on your door, hard enough to rattle it in its hinges, flaring the already painful throbbing that sits behind your eyes. no matter how hard you try to tell them to piss off, they don't.

"open the door."

now you've got a 6'2+ man barreling into your bedroom, turning his unnerving gaze your way. his eyes flick to your runny nose, chapped lips and wrinkled sleeping clothes.

"you're sick." brilliant observation. truly a man worth his sniper position.

"yes. i'm quite-" your words come to settle behind your clenched teeth as you watch him dig into his front pockets and pull out crinkled tea bags. and open your cabinets because now you're the visitor and he the (g)host.

you'd rather drink battery acid than another one of his brews. it made your eyes prick with tears, burned as it went down, warmed your chest. it was lukewarm when you drank it.

(he clears up a space on your foot table, and by clear up i mean use an arm to shove everything off the edge so he can continue to clean his weapons. has your couch always been that small?)

[potatodotpng]

He angy

[madetolooklikeus]

15 Days of FatT

2. Doppelgänger

CW body horror (please lmk if i need to tag differently)

[arc-hus]

Corrugated House, London - Mike Tuck Studio

[vlasdygoth]

I'm raiden with thisbe

[jesterofthecourt]

The little guy who got me a perfect score on my chemistry exam,

I give him head pats for good luck and it works

[vintagehomecollection]

An 18th-century embroidered panel hangs on the twenty-foot-high walls, which cove seamlessly into the ceiling.

The Los Angeles House: Decoration and Design in America's 20th-Century City, 1995

[bamsara]

ARSON PLUSHIE ARSON PLUSHIE ARONS PUSEH AJARONS MASAJLKRHSKLHFLKHLK FHLK AUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!! AAHGHHAH@@ LKASHLHS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

@darkraven2994 I LOVE HIM. HE IS SO CUTE AND WELL MADE AND IM SO HAPPY AND HONORED IM AKLSHLKSGHS

[daily-metalsonic-and-others]

In your AU, does Metal have a voice or just have those buzzes and twitches they have in the mario and sonic olympic games? Sorry if this has been asked before

He doesn't have a voice box, so no, no voice for him lmao. He absolutely makes the sound effects from the Olympic games, but I'm also imagining things like his chest turbine/engine getting loud when he gets upset, error sounds, affirmative and negative pings, notification sounds, etc. He's quite expressive like that in my mind!

you're the first to ask, actually!

(only somewhat related, but imagine Metal Sonic with a sound board. Him playing that sad hamster violin when Sonic falls on his face. The death oumph from Roblox. The hue hue hue)

[sonknuxadow]

COMPUTER. ENHANCE

^ omega spotted

[chanelle-lize]

the friendship noise jumpscare of all time

[mrfrogmouth]

kryptonite? :D (wip ask game)

(link to ask game) ---

“It’s a symptom of kryptonite exposure which you shouldn’t still be experiencing.” Lena says sharply. “What other symptoms do you have?”

“Nothing— I’m serious! Nothing else! I just get tired faster. Lena—” Suddenly Supergirl’s head snaps to the side. “They need me. Miss Luthor, thank you for your concern, but I need to go.”

___

Lena points at the chairs in the kitchen (the only chairs not at risk of Supergirl staining their white fabric) and says, “Sit,” grabbing the sun lamp from where she’d set in on the table while she waited. It’s not ideal for this— not a full body device like the DEO has, just an early draft from when she was designing the anti-kryptonite suit— still, Supergirl visibly relaxes when Lena clicks it on, relief on her face. It’s the reaction Lena had expected, if not a terribly good sign for Supergirl’s overall health. Lena gives her a few moments to breathe under the lamp before asking, “How long have you been feeling side effects of the kryptonite dispersal device?” “Since the day I woke up,” Supergirl says. --- “No, no, it’s alright, Supergirl. So long as no one has kryptonite who’s willing to fight you—“ ---

“It's not the Kryptonite. Alex checked. She said I'm just tired." "But..." "But I feel... Less. Like I lost something, but I don’t know what or where or how to get it back. After the battle with Reign, I thought I was just tired. But it never left. It’s like I can never quite catch my breath. And when I sleep—” Supergirl cuts off. ---

"I made my choice. I don’t regret that choice. I was lucky: J’onn was leading the DEO, and after him Alex. And they let go of the leash. I knew that at least if they had the Kryptonite, they wouldn’t do to me what Cadmus wanted to, or General Lane, or Maxwell Lord, or any of the others." ---

"South." Alex is the one who speaks up. "She’s injured and a fugitive. She knows she’s done here. If she hasn’t already cleared the kryptonite from her system and flown the fugitives out of the country, in which case, we aren’t going to find them and she’ll show herself eventually, she'll need a way out. The desert is her best option, far from traffic cameras and other drivers. It’s what I’d do." It’s what she’d done, Alex thinks, and Supergirl knows it too. She’s the one who got me out of that van.

---

From my "Sunbed AU" Set after 4x10 (Alex Mind wipe), after being pushed out from the DEO, Supergirl is in need of new allies (and their sunlamps). And she finds one-- it's just that, well. This one hates her.