#aren't they adorable?

[dididems]

Happy new year @evil-in-skis !!!

I got to make something for you for the Cats Gift Exchange!! I drew Broadway Alonzo and Plato pondering a mysterious Orb they just found…🔮

Thank you @bees-in-a-davidbowie-shirt for organizing this event! ✨

[luzzarm]

Dean and Jerry ⚓

DEAN — Don't you know that three is a crowd?

JERRY — You're right. GET LOST, BABE! GET GOING!🗣🗣🗣

Since Tumblr doesn't let me reblog with a video, I leave this referring to this post of @jerrylewis-thekid which instanly reminded me of this clip, bc they basically did the same joke

It cracks me up the fact that they were confident enough to make those kind of jokes on TV and not caring abt it at all. Like, what else was that supposed to mean? I love how crazy they were 💕

[herohikara-wol]

FFXIV Write 2k23 - Day 10

Pick Your Own (Meetings) - Dravanian AU, y'all are just stuck with it now.

Reymanaud had four fearsome brothers and three terrifying sisters. The whole time he’d been in the room, they hadn’t left him alone, not for an instant. One was always beside him and keeping a keen eye out as if guarding their small brother with their life. They’d laugh at jokes, flirt when flirted with, and even dance with others as the night went on. However one was always there to keep an eye on them, and Haurchefant had a lot of time to notice this through the window he was stuck watching the party through.

He didn’t even know why he bothered watching, these parties had been a bitter sore spot for him since childhood and watching from the outside only made his anger grow. Haurchefant wasn’t allowed to attend parties alongside his siblings. His egg had been given to his father, the last gift his late mother gave to her secret love. Edmont had kept him safe from an angry wife, even in the egg. She’d told him to smash it, he’d argued that all children are precious. It had been the final rift in their marriage born of status instead of love.

Which meant the countess hated him, she hated him for having his mother’s downy soft feathery wings instead of the proper scaled ones like his brother. She hated his soft silvery hair, the same color as his mother’s, and her mother’s before her, and her mother’s before her, all the way up to a clutch laid by Hracevelgr after the devouring of his beloved Shiva. Most of all, she hated him for having his father’s charming smile. She couldn’t look at him without being reminded of her failed marriage- so she did everything in her power to never have to see him.

Once upon a time he’d been barred from a party at the manor, and he’d met Francel. The pair became unlikely friends and had experimented with each other in the way young Dravanians did when trying to figure out the difference between fondness, mating, and love. This time, he met Reymanaud, and an odd mixture of jealousy and heartbreak hit him. Rey was a small thing, but he took up more space by sheer personality alone. He filled the room when he walked into it, chipper and bright and gentle and soft. So unlike most other Dzemael boys, because just by looking at him, anyone with eyes could tell he was adopted.

Which was the sticking point. Adopted. This small fluffy eared boy four summers his junior was adopted into a noble family without a single question. He was no Greystone, not like Haurchefant was. He was a Dzemael, and no one questioned why there was a rabbit amongst dragons. Between the noble cruel knight Percival and the high inquisitor Charibert, no one dared accuse Reymanaud of not belonging in the family. So why was he allowed to attend parties and functions like the rest of his brothers, and Haurchefant was left out in the garden, watching through the window?

His eyes made contact with the dark haired viera and he ducked down to hide, lest his stepmother catch him again, but the damage had been done. Soon enough the door opened, and that too small, too fragile young boy stepped out. “Hello? It’s cold outside, don’t you want to come in?” He shut the door behind him, making it clear he’d been allowed away from the watchful eye of his siblings. Or he was just that good at sneaking away from them.

“I’m not allowed. The lady of the house doesn’t want me to attend.” Hopefully that would be enough for the small boy, he’d turn and leave following proper decorum like any good noble child and that would be the end of it.

“Well that’s bloody stupid. Come on then, if she gets mad at you, I’ll tell her I invited you in as my guest.” That wasn’t how things were done, or how this conversation should have gone at all.

“You can’t invite someone into someone else’s house, my lord.” Clearly he was too young to understand, or he didn’t have a proper education on the matters. Supposedly Charibert was from a commoner’s background, maybe that was why their son didn’t know what hospitality rules were.

The small boy thought for a moment, ears drooping as he tapped his foot on the ground. His face scrunched up until his smile grew wide and wicked and his eyes lit up like crystals before a fire. “I can’t, but my parents can say they brought you as a playmate for me. To distract me when I get bored so my brothers can mingle and find mates and settle down without having to babysit me the whole night. How good are you at lying? I’m awful at it, but if you claim we met before tonight and you’re good at convincing people, maybe we can sell it.”

“How can an Inquistor’s son be shite at lying?” The words tumbled out before he had a chance to tell Reymanaud how terrible this plan actually was.

“Halone help me, I’m too honest for my own good, it’s a curse I tell you. They named me after a bloody saint and now I can’t lie, it’s so bad even Father pities me and his job is exposing lies!”

Haurchefant found himself snickering a bit despite his earlier anger. “You really think your parents would allow it?”

“I know at least one of my dads would publicly shame the countess for locking someone from her own house out in the cold. Maybe both, at the same time, but one would be more subtle about it.” He offered his hand to Haurchefant, and reflexively, Haurchefant took it. “Just act like you belong, and follow my lead.”

Just like that, Reymanaud’s protective detail of siblings became his own. 

Not one questioned where their little brother had gone, or why he came back with the count’s bastard son. They simply hovered around the pair like nothing had changed. Florine brought them both drinks and a plate of food from a table, claiming she’d grabbed too much to eat herself and figured they’d do it for her. Francel found him after a short while and even danced with first Rey, then himself, then Dacien. Then he found himself dancing with Rey and for just one night, the world made some sort of sense. He’d have no regrets the morning after, no matter how angry his stepmother was. Tonight he had finally figured out what he’d spent all that time looking through the window for.

A place to belong.

[hellogoodbyegirl]

Chris Difford and Glenn Tilbrook taken by David Corio

[adventuresindolls]

I found out this morning that my mom has a couple of her own dolls! She said I could introduce y'all to Ellie and Vaby, who are cousins, and their pet alpaca!

[peachcott]

[ bg3 ] i really love the tieflings!!!!!!

[pandoracolin]

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago.

Made this to enter on #dtiys of the great @drunkenmantis It was rushed, so it's not perfect, but I still like it a lot

[insanity-laughs-under-pressure]

[eerna]

what makes Cinder such a compelling 2012 not-like-other-girls protagonist is that she is surrounded by Other Girls, and she loves them. Iko and Peony are the most stereotypical teenage girls obsessed with pretty clothes and boys and pop culture and she would die for either of them in a heartbeat. Iko rolls in with makeup smeared all over her plastic face and Cinder is like "ayy girl slay!". she knows that she is JUST like other girls in all the ways that matter.

[vaguely-concerned]

the way garak looks at bashir as he puts all the clues together at the end of cardassians. the sheer 'look at that little twink go (affectionate, sexual overtones)' energy he manages to convey in the background there as bashir passionately does the presentation of their group project that garak did 80% of the actual work on. immaculate

[sydsixxftm]

Get ready for...Sailor Syd!!

[ardentpoop]

who told me rewatching was a good idea. this is torture

[shyam-kariya]

In a way they're poetry material. Aren't they?

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

it actually irritates me so much when people bring up the TENMA parents when someone's discussing Mrs Asahina, Harumichi or even Shinei. if you think poor Mr and Mrs Tenma are remotely comparable to those three disgraces, i am going to assume you don't read

[feathercreates]

"Even the mightiest SOLDIERs take naps!" - Angeal Hewley

In which Angeal captures a moment too rare to miss between his friends on their way to a mission somewhere.

could this also be useful as blackmail? probably XD

[milgramvisualarchive]

Pictures from the official Tower Records Cafe twitter of Milgram plushies with their themed drink (...apart from Muu)