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[rosebelikova]

rose accidentally triggers dimitri’s quarter-life crisis

part 5 in the va paint masterpiece series

[adelaidedrubman]

new opt in system: will you

[marinaraida]

Just successfully faked my sleep, time to party

[egophiliac]

we were fucking ROBBED

[enigmatic-enigmas]

POV: You're Elias Bouchard

[psychopomp-ish]

Do people hate Disney adults just because they’re cringy and annoying? Or is it because they can still experience the magic we lost growing up?

Or is it both?

For me it’s both.

*takes out walkie talkie* Take the shot.

[measuringbliss]

People are acting so weird and possessive of Markiplier for the whole OnlyFans situation. He's an adult. He's an adult who's been a celebrity for years. He knows people thirst on him. That's why he had this idea in the first place. He's not some naive kid you must protect. He's not some innocent soul that the evil sluts of Tumblr and Twitter will corrupt. He knows the Internet, he knows his fans and he knows his job.

He's an adult and he can make his own choices.

[swagveryswagamazinf]

los wiwis❤️.....

[ringosmistress]

[hrokkall]

Peace and love in farm arrays

My screenshot that inspired this; it didn't end up being very similar but I liked the idea of these three taking a break together :]

[expelliarmus]

[tklpilled]

hi tk writers! fun anatomy fact:

the ribs are split into three sections: the true ribs, the false ribs, and the floating ribs. the floating ribs are the bottom four (two on each side) and are called such because while they are connected to the spine, they don't connect to the sternum like the others. meaning you won't be able to feel them from the front, only the back (and maybe the sides depending on the person)

also you can kinda move them since they're only attached at one end

do with this as you will <3

[desultory-novice]

Even an innocuous paintbrush wasn't safe.

"All of our miracles shall curse us in the end..." indeed.

Them foreboding statements. Gotta watch out for them...

...Meanwhile, Meta Knight continues to shrug everything off, from wielding Ancient Artifacts (tell me Galaxia isn't one! Just TRY!) to wishing on two separate Clockwork Stars! Why so cheat, Meta?!

I'm totally okay if people want to use some variant of my "Adeleine is (gently) cursed with eternal youth/eternal sameness" HC, btw. I mean, there's got to be SOME reason she stays the same!

My only other explanations are:

-She spends a lot of time off planet (maybe on Ripple Star) and there's a time dilation between the various planets that means she's just missing a bunch of years whenever she's off planet.

-She's not truly "human" and whatever species she is happens to be incredibly long-lived or with an extraordinarily long childhood.

-Popstar's unusual, magical "come back from death like the grass in summer" field works on old age too. Or...it prevents aging?

Hrm...I feel like I had a fourth theory but I forgot it! Feel free to add your own explanations for Adeleine's age in the comments!

[disco-troy]

Batfam AU: everything is the same, but Cass learned English from Let’s Play Minecraft Youtubers instead of Soap Operas

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

Shouting and a burning smell drag Nash from sleep’s embrace some time later. He’s awake in an instant, on his feet, and throwing open his bedroom door so fast his vision swims.

Jo and Teddy are elbowing each other in front of the stove, their voices intermingled in a jumble about eggs and Gordon Ramsey, but nothing seems emergent.

“What’s on fire?” he demands.

They whip around to goggle at him like toddlers caught sneaking cookies. Then Teddy jumps like he’s been scalded and pops the arm on the toaster. Four blackened slices of toast emerge, smoking faintly.

Jo guffaws. “You imbecile.”

“What setting do you guys keep your toaster on?” Teddy whines. He pinches a slice, but drops it immediately and shakes out his fingers. “Charcoal?”

“Hey, girl’s gotta have her waffles. You’re supposed to check that stuff before you just put bread in and hope for the best.”

“Oh, well, fuck me for assuming toasters get used for toast.”

“I’ll leave that to my brother. Now let me save the eggs.”

“I don’t care what Gordon Ramsay says! They’re better cooked.”

“Oooh, big man can’t handle being inferior to a famous chef.”

“I— That’s not— It’s not an inferiority issue! I just like my eggs crispy.”

As a single malicious entity intent on ruining his day, they turn on Nash as he delicately lowers himself onto the couch.

“Tell him he’s nuts.”

“Tell her to get out and let me cook!”

Nash drops Jo’s blanket over his face. “Unless somethin’ needs extinguished, I’m not here.”

He fuzzes out as their argument continues and their voices turn to wash.

It’s comforting in a weird way. He grew up quiet. Jo did too, at first, but she was little enough when Daddy took off that it didn’t take root in her the same way it did him. Mama was no parade, but she wasn’t a suffocating cloud of imminent violence. She was quiet, though. Quiet in the same way rot is quiet. You don’t realize the danger until you peel back the wallpaper and find evidence of decay all the way through to the supports.

So it’s comforting, the bickering. No longer do they have to fear retribution for living their lives out loud. No longer do they live shrouded in silence, waiting for the covers to be ripped away to reveal clenched fists and hateful words.

He must drift off again because next he knows, the couch is sinking under him and the warm weight of Jo’s blanket has been lifted away. Cool, fragrant air greets him as he blinks the sleep away to find Teddy seated on one side and Jo on the other mashing some charred eggs into a slice of cinnamon-sugared toast.

Teddy hands him a plate without looking. His attention is on Jo as she folds the toast and takes a large bite.

She wrinkles her nose and crumbs spew onto her plate as she says, “This is the driest sandwich I’ve ever been subjected to.”

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[psychopomp-ish]

Y’all I’ve heard through the grape vine that my ex has been calling me “Cringe”.

And the thing is...What do you do with that information????

Like, I’m mad he’s talking shit but it’s never satisfying cuz of how funny it is! WE ARE IN OUR 20s!!! WHY ARE YOU CALLING PEOPLE CRINGE DUDE?!?!?!?!

I guess I dodged a bullet but the bullet exploded with confetti.