#and time's a wastin'

[thevioletcaptain]

Toes in the Sand

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Almost three weeks ago, Jack brought a newly-human Cas back from the Empty. Dean's been trying to get him alone ever since. Or;

A post-15.19 fix-it fic featuring human!Cas, kid!Jack, a whole lot of Dadstiel, and two doofuses continuing to take their sweet time even after Cas’ love confession.

The beach is buzzing with scantily-clad summer travelers, the sand golden-warm as the Gulf of Mexico stretches out forever under a bright blue sky, but Dean is barely aware of any of it. It could be storming for all he knows. There could be an escaped rhinoceros sprinting across the sand. He wouldn't notice, because every last fraction of his focus is trained on the middle-aged former angel sprawled out on a threadbare beach towel a couple dozen feet away.

He's gone a little gray at the temples. He's wearing gas-station sunglasses and a pair of candy-pink swim trunks printed with bananas. In Dean's humble opinion, he's the hottest thing that's ever been on this beach.

[keep reading on Ao3]

[alfaire]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ◌⃘ ㅤ🪷ㅤָ࣪ 🦠ㅤHEAD OVER HEELS

[dollypopup]

if you're out here thinking colin took 'too long' to 'notice' pen (untrue because he is arguably one of the only people who actually sees her for HER, but i know y'all mean romantically, which is not the only way to notice and appreciate someone but i digress) or to court her or whatever, please keep in mind she has literally only been eligible for marriage for a grand total of two years, and one of them was when she was forced into it early as a 17 year old

i have *socks* older than the time he's had to legally start a romance with this woman

let's maybe slow our roll here

[wariodemambo]

Sorry if you're having a time™️ when you get home, Wario, because there's already a very. Specific knock on your door. Specific by I mean it sounds like the 1-1 theme. Does he do that on purpose or is it just in his blood.

"Hiya, Wario! It'sa Mario." Oh great. More Mario, "I hope-a you're alright after the big bout, but uh. Someone told Mario to bring him to you, so--"

Wario. Mr. Demambo. How's that imagery of Ronnie awkwardly standing behind Mario for you when you open your front door. Oh, and Son holding Duct & Tape under his arms looming behind the two red-clad guys too, but. No, that's Ronnie. That's Ronnie. Alive. Awkwardly looking away and rubbing his arm. Behind Mario. Who is clearly completely oblivious to Ronnie's apparent 'fate' judging by that casual look in his blue eyes. Ronnie did sort of look like a guy who worked for WarioWare or whatever it was called, so Mario didn't really think twice.

After picking up the rest of Gold's team, the pair awkwardly made their way home. Try as he might, the kid still managed to stir up trouble while he was away. Part of him feels a little guilty for considering a child leash, but... What else is a guy to do with a kid who doesn't know how to sit still? Then again, Gold may find a way to chew through it like Lulu, so... argh.

He just lost one child. Why did he have to be at risk of losing another? At least Gold couldn't die again, but... It sounded like this Hypno guy could do some damage if they weren't careful.

Once he finished texting Gustavo — in all capital letters, short and sweet. He knows that guy's blind as a bat — he continued to clear out the notifications of his neglected phone. Wario grumbled to himself as he could hear Shokora humming in the distance. Let me tell her, He told Gold when they arrived home, You shouldn't have to go through that.

... Good Grambi, Shokora. What could he possibly say? Your daughter got blended, came back sometime after, then disappeared with her fate unknown? Princess Shokora, spending who knows how long as a cat, watching everything of her life mutate into something so foreign. And when she finally found some semblance of happiness with them... Gah. Even if he made begrudging peace with the fact Cotton Candy may never come home... The image of Shokora's mournful visage was enough to reopen regret-filled wounds. He's sorry, Princess.

Not to mention Omino, whom he hadn't seen since they were kidnapped from Peppino's Pizza. It was only a brief glimpse, but the carnage he saw made him want to throw up. He would not wish that fate on anyone, not even Bowser.

His thoughts continued to spiral. None of them were given a chance to clear their heads, were they? Which is why, for once, Wario was glad to hear Mario's knocking on his door... He was the reason Wario picked himself back up, after all. Call it a hopeful break from the torment nexus...

Or what it would have been if all color didn't leave his face upon opening the door.

❝ — Aaaaaaaieeeeeeeeeeeeeee? ❞ My goodness, he's too shocked to even scream. His eyes keep cycling from Mario, Ronnie, Son, Duct, and Tape. Is this happening! Does Mario even know? He probably doesn't if he's still smiling at Wario, waiting for him to say something. Wario blinked a few times, rubbed his eyes, then stared momentarily. ❝ R–Ronnie? ❞ Saying that name didn't make it any more believable. Mario was still waiting. Wario coughed.

❝ I-a mean, uh. Thhhhank you, Mario – ❞ But our Princess is in another castle. ❝ Wario will, uh. Take it from here. ❞ He locked eyes with Ronnie for another moment before... Gesturing for the rest of them to come in! Where is Peppino. Are the others going to believe him. Is he dreaming. What. ❝ Let's-a hang out when times aren't... like this, yeah? Erhm. ❞ Despite how uncomfortable this reunion has started, he's relieved Ronnie is OK. ❝ Wario will, ah. Give you a call. ❞

[denaliwrites]

me: there’s nothing suspicious about this npc.

my players: we are going to roll every skill we can.

me: there is still nothing suspicious about this npc.

my players: we all rolled 20+ to see if this npc is suspicious.

me: you can determine nothing suspicious about this npc.

my players: HMMMMMMMMMMM… idk man seems sus.

me: 🤦🏼‍♀️

[gurorori]

finally cold enuff 2 wear my needlessly expensive gothic coat from moi-même-moitié 🫶🏼

[dee-is-for-lots-of-things]

love this genre of comic i call “everyone hates john constantine but that’s not bloody stopping him”

[soulsxng]

One of the many reasons why I love Kade so much, is because he's one of the few muses that, when shit hits the fan, he's sitting back with bangers like:

"...Really? This again? Can we not have two fuckin' months where all this dramatic shit don' happen?"

"Y'all 're really gonna start a big fight over petty personal shit like tha', 'n 'nstead'a dealin' with it one on one, ya go draggin' other people int' it t' fight your battle for ya? Nah, count me out."

"So 'nstead'a mindin' your own business, ya jus' decided t'...not do that. Oh. 'Cause ya wanted t' help when ya weren' asked. Right. Huh? Oh, nah, 's nothin'. Jus' gettin' the story straight."

"Look, I was born too old 'n tired t' wanna deal with this kinda shit."

"Aight sure, but...why 're we wantin' to do this, again?"

or in the case of the drabble I'm writing now

"Lemme guess, existence as we know it 's fucked, yeah? Real big surprise-- tha' def'nitely ain't somethin' tha's happened b'fore."

[ultravioart]

Here's the scene: A grandiose event where villains get together, to boast and mingle, to exchange contacts, to Ted-Talk and ego boost their way to fame. A villain-expo/grammies of sorts, and Evil-con, if you will. During a board meeting involving the more so "intellectually inclined"(nerdy and self-absorbed) villains around the galaxy, there is a discussion involving long term planning and evil scheming which leads to discussing financial planning for retirement and family and so on so forth. Eventually Peepers is asked a question regarding Lord Hater's longevity, which leads to further extremely personal questions, which Peepers takes with secondhand embarrassment inducing grace, ultimately leading to Peepers responding, "Have I heard of MLM? Why the Hater empire practically runs on it!" and everyone is all surprised, and quite intrigued, and so Peepers, high on the attention and the fact that people are taking him seriously for once, goes on and on an embarrassingly long time about the intricacies and benefits and gains of "MLM" scheming but gets odd looks or halfhearted disagreements and so Peepers spouts out, "Oh come on, are you REALLY a villain if you haven't dabbled in MLM at least once in your career?" ending in a haunty scoff only Peepers could perfectly execute so smugly, so ruefully, so 10/10-fully. Cut to Sylvia casually sipping a drink as Peepers vents, pathetically sobbing: "I THOUGHT THEY MEANT MULTI LEVEL MARKETING!!"

[knightowlet]

Tumblr watching UK politics rn

[nerdie-faerie]

I'm not sure how to feel about being told I don't look 22 but more like 14

[quitecontraryy]

Time's a wastin'

Don't you take your time young man

Keep on driftin'

Ain't no tellin' where you'll land

[wariodemambo]

Something is watching you.

… It's an awfully calm evening, all things considered.

Slightly cool, the path gently illuminated by streetlamps and the purple-black sky. Perfect for a smoke. A chance to take his time, stroll, stop at a food stand, and just ... ruminate on life.

He usually navigated this place on his bike or in a car. Despite his love for adventure, he never took the time to walk and explore the city before Shokora came along. Then they were joined by Gold, and...

...

Leaving no evidence was the cruelest thing that Noise (Was that even Noise?) could have done. His mind was spinning, processing too many emotions at once. Another drag. Then another and another until he's smoking at a concerning pace... Wario watched the cigarette bud fall to the ground as his hands trembled. He didn't try to pick it up.

The phone was still vibrating. He shut it off. He'd gotten his one text out. No one trying to reach him could possibly understand what he was going through.

He dug out his pack, lit another, and kept walking.

Home ... was a bad option right now. Visiting his friends was a bad option, too — lest he put them in danger. He dreaded going to the pizzeria and even chancing to have to look at Peppino's stupid, ugly mug.

But.

Isolation was the worst option of them all.

His pace accelerated. Every set of eyes felt like that presence.

The couple walking next to him, the cars at the traffic light, the people in the restaurants. Everything. Everyone. He was in danger in a way he hadn't felt in a long, long time. The next cigarette fell out of his mouth before he even had the chance to light it. He doesn't pick it up. He broke into a run and pushed through the inhabitants of Diamond City. Someone's? Got to have answers. Someone. He's not sure where. He's not sure who. Something had to shake that unbearable glare that seemed to be everywhere.

He's not completing that show.

Don't drag him back there.

You can't.

[farmersliga]

okay time for the comeback of epic proportions

[sugucidal]

professionalism in my country doesnt exist 🤣

[channelrat]

Back to the beginning gonna hit rewind Chance to do it over get it right this time Life gives you pennies, turn them into dimes I'm in the middle of starting over