#and they are from ikea lmao

[its-yashas-strong-arms]

so i threw a fairly substantial amount of money at a gorgeous tv stand that is the first really nice, non-ikea, solid wooden furniture i have ever owned and i can't wait for it to get here, but i know my sister is going to judge me for it because i could've gotten a cheap lightweight ikea stand for less than half the price and it's decadent

[2-dsimp]

Y’all are killing me with the way the lot of you can’t spell Nokka the husband’s name right in your requests! 😭🤣

As funny as it is if you can’t spell his name right then I won’t be answering your asks! To avoid anyone else misnaming him in the future. Same goes for my other bois lol.

[harukapologist]

oh my goodness i did not expect my last post to blow up like it did ffkfhksj i am so honoured to have found people who agree w me and i loved reading everyone's additions~ please accept this littol haruka with a blahaj as a thank you, since sharks & MILGRAM are two of my special interests :3

[kraniumet]

i think image gen can be used like any other artistic tool but I don't really think the big commerical proponents of "ai" are advertising it as a tool, they're adertising it as a solution. I also think it's intellectually dishonest to argue that image generation is exactly like "using photoshop/taking a photograph" because of some generalized "those were also criticized at their conception for being new and scary and disruptive" soundbite. they were not even really criticized for the same reasons. find a better argument.

[n7punk]

You saw the cyber truck at a cult meeting? What kind of cult?

there's a mormon offshoot cult near me that meets like every damn day. that church parking lot is almost never empty in the evenings, and i know because there's a pokestop nearby so i go over there a lot lmao. they're there like all day sunday too i swear none of these people have jobs outside of the meetings.

[lunarfey]

here is star being the cutest baby

[httpiastri]

JACK!!! i have returned! and i missed you! 💘💘

SO HERE WE GO!! THE FIGHT… i actually don’t think pepe will fight with both boys at the same time but definitely with either one of them?! i think it’s either boy’s constant teasing and remarks towards pepe’s newfound feelings friendship with yn!! they make it their own personal mission to point out everything pepe would do with and for yn, like pepe having a study date plan with yn? - “how was the study date with yn?” pepe sharing blankets with yn during one of their friend group’s movie nights? - “keep yn warm will you, pepe?” pepe coming back home from the hangout plan everyone was conveniently busy and can’t go anymore? - “did you have fun with yn today?” it started out innocent, coming from a place of love, just the best friends trying to help pepe figure out his own feelings for yn 🥹🤏🏻 they think they’re doing him a favor by giving that little nudge pepe needs but with how scared pepe is to just admit that he does, he kinda snapped at them one day?! he’s definitely like, “can you fucking stop that? it’s annoying, i don’t like her like that.” both boys are just … 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ “???what’s your problem dude??? what’s so bad if you do?” and pepe goes “but i don’t??? and try minding your own business next time?” and they’re just like “oh my god, are you scared?? is this what it is??” and pepe stomped back to him room, slammed the door shut and avoid talking to both boys for a few days or so :(

and imagine pepe ignoring/pulling back from yn after the fight!!! yn thinking that their friendship is finally progressing, just to show up to class the day after pepe’s fight with the boys and see her usual seat besides him being occupied by someone else, or seeing him sitting in a completely different row??? she’s like oh… okay… that’s fine too i guess..… 🫠 and i can see her just texting him throughout the day, undoubtedly worried bc of how he’s acting and he would dryly respond to them, before completely leaves her on delivered!! her final straw was raising her hands up to wave up pepe when she saw him across the campus, but he quickly duck his head down, shoving his airpods in while avoiding eye contact and making his way back to the boys’ shared apartment 😵‍💫

oh she def texted chris, sebas, and the gfs !! “guys is pepe okay? did i do something wrong? or say anything i shouldn’t have? he’s been ignoring me and i feel like im gonna cry.” chris and sebas, the first hand witnesses to the fight is def not shocked pepe is walking around with a sour expression on his face but is a bit taken a back to hear that’s he’s been ignoring her. so they’re just like “nah he’s not mad at you! we got into a bit of a fight, give him some time okay?” and their gfs came over for a girls night 🥺 the girls def threatened their bfs the day after, being like “idk what’s wrong with your friend but you tell him to get his shit together. all yn did last night was talk about how she hopes he’s doing well and that you guys made up.” and i think, whichever boy that was in the fight with him or both of them actually, definitely try to put in a good word or two for him to yn! just asking her to be a little patient with him while he’s trying his best, and to give him a little bit of time bc he’ll eventually come around… oh how i love these 3 so much!!! 🫶🏻 nothing like your best friends putting a good word for you to the girl you like while you actively ignore her

- 🎀

my dear dear bow anon 🥺 gosh i loved this SO much. trying not to freak out over how perfect this is-

okay yes i also think that both sebas and chris would probably tease him like crazy together, and like you say it's probably mostly with good intent. they wanna see their friend happy and maybe if they push him a little to realize his own feelings…. 🤭

but the fight itself was probs just with one of them. i'm imagining the two of them talking about pepe and his feelings for yn just the two of them, a little like "how can he not realize? he's head over heels for her??". so they're both on the same page yk. but then i think that maybe sebas takes it too far one day, saying something about the way that pepe and yn went on a long walk last night just to "talk", or the way that he held her hands in his earlier today to heat them because they were cold… and pepe just can't take it anymore. it's not weird at all that he eventually just snaps, he's under enough pressure just from himself because he can't tell what he wants, and now the guys who are supposed to be his best friends are pressuring him too?? pretty hard to handle all that at the same time

(also… pepe being the most upset when sebas brings up the idea of him being scared 😭 like he really struck a nerve with that one…. pepe tries to be so tough and strong but on the inside, he's a little softie 🥹)

i'm thinking like when yn goes through all that the day after, ofc she first texts the girls and they have no idea. but they text their respective bfs, who happen to be sitting next to each other in class, and chris looks at sebas like "? what's going on?" while sebas just wants to hide under a rock because he knows it's his fault.…. so he says "i think i screwed up" and explains. chris wants to bonk him on his head but refrains, and instead send a message to yn telling her that pepe and sebas got into a fight so that's probably what's affecting him. and while it does calm her a little, she still can't shake away the feeling that she's part of the reason why he's acting like this. so there are definitely some tears during the girls' night 🥺 and ofc she like pours her heart out in front of the girls and it just fuels their anger towards their bfs because they feel so sorry for her. sebas would probably come to yn all ashamed and apologize and 😭😭

[readingoals]

Aquired a winged armchair and a new bookshelf so now i have to rearrange my room to create a reading nook

[thirstyvampyr]

I miss my home ☠️ don't zoom to read you cucks

[fort-incest-is-bad]

Guys who’s this

Hubert’s cousin Bartholomew/j

[thelionheartedo3]

dream sweet of me

summary: Nate Sewell has lived three centuries walking hand in hand with night terrors. The ones he's been facing recently are some of the worst yet.

pairing: Nate Sewell x f!Detective

notes: This takes place during book 3, between the building collapse scene and the game of pool scene!

wc: 2.1k

[read on ao3]

His hands are covered in concrete dust, broken bricks and splintered wood covering the hole that’s sunk into the ground. He digs, and digs, and no matter what, it feels like he’s not getting through.

Ely is down there. She’s down there with the anunnaki and Nate is above ground and not digging hard enough to get to her.

There’s a sound reminiscent of thunder, the same sound that had had him freezing in his tracks when the building fell in the first place. 

Wings crash through the blockade, sending a spray of dust and debris raining down on him. The anunnaki has Ely in his arms, her body battered, blood dripping down from her.

She’s conscious. Her eyes wild with fear as she tries to fight. Nate thinks he shouts her name, lunging, and her hand reaches out, fingers brushing his before he gets a grip on her wrist. 

Her hand is slick. Blood’s running down her arms in rivulets. Nate can’t smell, can’t think, only knows there’s fear coursing through him at the thought of losing her. 

He tries to hang on, but there’s no way to keep steady with the blood, and his fingers slide down.

The fear in her blue eyes is replaced by betrayal, tears running down her cheeks. “Nate—”

He wakes with a gasp, sitting upright, her name on his tongue. His heart races in his chest, pulse thundering, sweat sticking stray curls to his forehead. His fingers are dug so tightly into his duvet it almost rips apart in his hands. 

Nate is no stranger to nightmares.

This is not the first time he’s woken from a dream of her. This is not the first time he’s woken from a nightmare, terrors chasing him into wakefulness as his breath tears from his lungs. 

He cannot even say this is the first time he’s woken from a nightmare involving her, though. Involving him failing her.

His eyes dart around the room, taking stock. Just visible at the end of his bed, ears poke above the frame of the stuffed rabbit toy Ely had given him at the carnival all those months ago.

He exhales, the breath shuddering from him.

He’s in his room. 

He’s in the warehouse. 

He is safe. She is safe. 

Nate’s next exhale comes out less harsh, but no less shaky.

He tries to tell himself to calm down even as he’s pushing himself from the bed to head to the en suite. 

Even with Adam and Morgan out on patrol, Farah is here in the warehouse. If anything had happened, she would’ve woken in an instant to let him and Ely know. 

They’re fine. They’re all fine.

His fingers are trembling as his hand curls around the faucet. 

The water is cold enough that he flinches as he splashes it over his face. A needed system shock. He can barely call what he does a perfunctory wash, but his heart is still pounding and he knows there’s only one thing that can soothe him. 

Nate’s footsteps are silent as he walks through the halls of the warehouse, following the sound of Ely’s heartbeat like it's a siren song, luring him to the depths but instead of dread, all he feels with its steady, guiding rhythm is relief. 

He stops just outside her bedroom door, trying to smother down the sound of his own pulse by listening to what he can hear coming from within. Her heart beating, the slow and steady exhales from her breathing, tell him her dreams are clearly more peaceful than his had been. 

She deserves it, after everything. 

Nate’s eyes close. Burned into the back of his lids is the vivid image of Ely’s face, bruised and bloodied, tears in her eyes as she reached for him, the sound around them only that of giant wings beating in the air.

He tries to shove the image away with little success, squeezing his eyes tighter.

He’s grateful, at least, that he did not wake up shouting. Farah would’ve been banging down his door before he’d have been able to fully process dream from reality.

He just hopes Farah’s rest is as peaceful as Ely’s.

With a soft sigh, Nate leans his forehead against her door, soaking in the almost-quiet of the night as he just listens.

As hard as he tries, though, it’s not enough to rid his mind of the image of Ely being ripped away from him.

He wants to see her. He needs to see her. All of his hypersenses can tell him she’s fine, but without seeing her—

He lifts his hand, not stepping away from where he’s still pressed to the door. One light knock, he tells himself. If it doesn’t wake her—(a good thing, the sensible part of his brain states)—he’ll just head to the kitchen. He’ll make himself a cup of tea and try to think of anything other than Ely being hunted down every second they’re—

It feels like he physically has to stop that train of thought. 

His fingers curl against his palm, digging in, and he raps his knuckles on the door. Just the once.

There’s a moment where Ely’s breathing shifts. For a heartbeat, he thinks she’ll resettle, but after another pause, he hears shuffling. There’s the sound of fabric rustling as blankets get pushed aside, a dull clink on the wood of her nightstand—checking the time, he thinks. Far too early, he knows. It doesn’t take long before her footsteps pad towards the door and Nate only steps away from it when the knob starts to turn. 

Nate’s seen Ely in her pyjamas before. She’s in an oversized tee tonight, the edges of bandages poking out from under the sleeves, the hem falling down her thighs just barely showcasing the shorts she’s wearing. There’s something about the tint to her cheeks, the heavy set of her eyelids as her slow blinks bring her eyes up to his that makes his chest ache.

She’s breathing. Safe. Alive.

And as exhausted as they are.

Guilt starts to prickle past the relief that courses through him, and he leans forward, hand reaching up to cup her cheek before a furrow can form on her brows.

“Ya rouhi,” he murmurs, his voice still rough from sleep.

Ely leans into his touch, warmth bleeding into him from her cheek, sighing a soft breath. Her eyes flutter close briefly before she blinks up at him.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes,” he says—not knowing if it’s truly a lie now or not—and he moves his hand to trail down her shoulder before he steps close, wrapping her up in his arms. “I just wanted to see you, is all.”

She settles into his embrace easily, arms winding loosely around his waist as she nuzzles against his chest. Just the feeling of her in his arms helps him feel stable again. She’s safe, and warm, and here, with him. Any flurries of anxiety vanish at her touch, any lingering worries are gone in this moment.

Nate doesn’t think he’s ever been able to feel so steady just by one person’s touch.

Three hundred years, and he’s never felt so at home as he does when he’s with her.

Ely hums softly, a questioning noise that rumbles against his chest where she’s buried her face.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes,” he says—and he means it this time. His heart’s calmed, and he loosens his grasp so she can peer up at him. 

She’d be upset with him calling her adorable, he thinks, but that’s the only word that seems fitting. Heavy eyes, pink cheeks, hair sleep-mussed and her clothes rumpled. 

He wants to kiss her.

She hums again—for the briefest moment Nate thinks he’s spoken aloud as she presses up onto the tips of her toes to peck a kiss to his cheek. 

“I can stay up with you,” she offers, voice gentle, “if you want to talk about it.”

Nate’s shaking his head before she’s finished. “No, no there’s no need. Truly. I’m sorry for waking you in the first place, I just—” needed to know you’re safe. You’re here. Breathing. With me.

That you still love me.

He’s not often tongue-tied. Not often so afraid to voice his words. But in this moment, he swallows them down, leaving the cut in his sentence as sharp and potent as it is.

Ely either doesn’t mind, or doesn’t notice, nodding along as if he had completed his thought. She slips her hand into his, squeezing gently before she steps back, further into the room.

Nate presses a smile onto his lips. “I should let you get back to sleep.”

His fingers start to go slack; Ely’s hold on tight. She tilts her head as she holds his gaze, the remnants of sleep still clinging to her features, but her blue eyes are as clear as crystals.

“Do you want to stay with me, tonight?”

His breath catches in his throat.

Ely clears her own delicately, a dusty pink blush burning across her face as her lashes dip to her cheeks when she looks down. “I just—I know I sleep better snuggled up to something after a nightmare, and I’m pretty sure you’d wrinkle your nose at me if I offered the shark for you to cuddle with.”

A laugh escapes him, ragged and soft. “Yes. Please.”

She smiles, bright and happy, and takes another step back, tugging Nate forward to match her. She leaves him at the door as he shuts it behind them, heading to her bed and tossing the large stuffed shark atop it towards a chair before plopping herself down, patting the sheets.

Nate can’t help but hurry the few steps it takes to cross the room, lips curled up as Ely all but flops back onto the pillows. She tugs the blankets over them, settling at his side, and Nate slides an arm around her waist, kissing the top of her head.

“Goodnight,” she murmurs, nose nestled in the slope of his neck. 

He exhales a low breath, rustling strands of red curls. “Goodnight, ya rouhi.”

.

Nate wakes from a dreamless slumber to a warm weight on his chest. There’s a moment, as he blinks himself awake, where he’s not certain of what roused him. 

There are no clocks in Ely’s room, so Nate can only hazard a guess at the time, but dawn light isn’t slipping past her curtains’ edges quite yet.

He brings his eyes back from the window to look down at Ely where she’s half atop him, clinging to his shirt with the hand curled on his chest. She’s sleeping soundly, face relaxed, wisps of curls falling around her face. His arms, still wound around her waist, tighten slightly, holding her closer and closing his eyes once more—

That’s when there’s a soft knock on the door.

It matches what woke him in the first place. Ely sleeps on, but just beyond the door, Nate can hear Adam’s familiar heartbeat. 

As carefully and gently as he can, Nate shifts Ely back to the bed. Her hand stays tangled in his shirt, fingers still holding firm. He huffs a soft laugh, gingerly peeling them away, lifting her hand up to press a kiss to her palm before he gets up completely.

Adam looks like he’s just walked in from patrol when Nate swings the door open. He says nothing in greeting, simply raises an eyebrow at him.

“Let me go get dressed,” Nate says, keeping his voice soft. “I’ll be ready in but a moment.”

Adam nods. “We’ll be in the living room.”

He waits until Adam’s halfway down the hall before turning to sweep his eyes over Ely. His fingers tighten on the door as he hesitates, before he turns, stepping back into the room to head towards her desk. 

She has a stack of sticky notes, half buried under scraps of fabric and trimmed off ends of embroidery floss. He finds a pen, taking one of the notes to write out where the rest of the team will be, and promising that breakfast will be ready for her when she wakes. 

He takes the slip of paper and on his way back to the bed, gathers Ely's abandoned stuffed animal into the crook of his arm. He lays it close to her in the warmth his body left behind. Her fingers brush against it in her sleep, and Nate exhales a gentle laugh as she curls herself around it. He smooths her hair away from her forehead to press a kiss to her skin, leaving the note behind on the pillow he used.

Nate makes it to the door before he turns to look back for a final time at Ely. Safe. Sleeping. Not in the hands of those who are hunting her. 

With steps in time with her heartbeat, Nate slips out the door, shutting it quietly behind him. 

[toastsnaffler]

once again saved by elden ring 🙏

[roseband]

has anyone seen that rent stabilization case they're trying to push to the supreme court cuz i'm ready to punch some idiots

[out-of-this-world-ocs]

okay okay so !! one of my friends has a universe called Infiniverse, and it’s basically the hub/central universe connected to pretty much every universe ever. it’s home to gods n various other beings, has quite a few different planets for people to live on, has its own magic rules, etc.

one of my friend’s characters is Marz- they’re the Nova-watcher, meaning their job is to protect all the universes underneath the Infiniverse and deal with any issues that might endanger that universe’s reality or something similar. they’re overworked jdjd :’)

and one of my characters is also in the Infiniverse- they only go by T, they’re a wanted criminal/multiversal black market dealer. T is originally from Infiniverse, but his home planet crumbled/exploded when he was still in his teens. his only way of surviving/supporting himself is his black market dealings, and because of how many dangerous universes he goes into, he has severe trust issues and paranoia because I can’t not give my characters angst jfhsjd

and ofc Marz and T have a sibling dynamic

oh that's sick as hell! i love that universe concept and both your guys' ocs are so cool...

[talkfastdolls]

ive been in dollhouse making mood this past month and it feels great omg

[shokushii]

shoulder angel? no, shoulder blahaj 🦈💫

been tryin to get a better grip on this wet wash brush, and i love how this came out!! also why am i drawing this shark so much you may ask? uhhh idk tbh. just got possessed by the spirit of blahaj ig lmao