#floor ya know...

[b1rd1e]

could anybody help me slowly be able to afford a bed Lolllll my joints hurt sleeping on the floor 💗💗💗💗💗💗 thank u So much i Love u

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

sometimes u just get so filled w thoughts about a pair of characters u gotta just go bonkers ya know

[megaawkwardhuman]

✨happy new episode day everyone✨ 💖🥰

[eueball]

good morning

[angelmush]

came home and our petsitter had left US a handmade collaged thank you card w an attached giftcard, for supporting her business and being a good tipper and trusting her w our pets it was literally so sweet and so unnecessary omg

[s-dixon]

personally one of my highlights of 2024

[skeletoninthemelonland]

he wants to give you a hug

oh no

[cyclogenesis]

light & shadow self portraits feat. a 1920s Egyptian Revival assuit shawl, May 2022

[marciaillust]

marcia reading men at arms liveblog update: 1. Vimes........... Wettest, most pathetic man this side of the disc. Oh my god. "im suspending you" "okay whatever lol" "and im taking the badge" "wh. n-no"

2. I can't believe Vetinari has a pet freak in his basement that he goes to for free therapy sessions hello? AND he sees vimes as a little. a little clockwork chick that just bobs about if you wind it up? Vetinari I love you so much but your toy chicken is killing himself as we speak

5. Sybil totally the kind of a person to show you photos of her new boyfriend and it's the fugliest little rag of a man you've ever seen. the type of a photo that tells you he tinkles on the toilet seat and doesnt wipe afterwards. every morning she wakes up and says i can fix him Queen I don't think he even wanna be married it would seem he's not even TORN kjsdfkJHFKSDJH "i wanna stay a watchman i wanna be in the watch" whining wet Khaki shorts wearing badge obsessed throwing up alcoholic loser ass if Sybil was like "hey I think we need a break" this dude would release a sigh of relief. Their wedding cake is gonna be decorated with the "game over" decals

6. Carrot, Angua, Colon and Nobby in the Watchhouse standing above the soon to be corpse of their supervisor deciding how to stop the rigor mortis from kicking in

[downfallofi]

Idk, personally, being in this house I live with both a trans and an enby teen, having the incoming president of the United States say to a group of cheering sycophants that by executive fiat, the US government only recognizes two genders, and their documentation saying anything else is "made up" was the most terrifying part of the day, hbu?

[cranialisotope]

The moment that Dallas steps past the threshold of the elevator car and onto the tile in the hall of the twenty-third floor, his stomach lurches and his hackles raise. The hall is empty. He can see clearly to the other end, his gaze suddenly pinned on the door that leads to the unusually well-designed stairwell with the ornate handrails. The stairwell has windows that look out over the rest of New York. The sun is starting to sink down below the horizon of the tallest skyscrapers, the natural light getting dimmer and more scattered by the minute. If he steps back into the elevator and asks it to take him back down, the doors will take precious seconds to close, and if it takes too long, he’ll be trapped in a metal box and made easy pickings. If he can make it to the other side of the hall, past that door, he knows he won’t be followed.

The hall is empty. But it isn’t.

His heart pounds in his chest as he starts the brisk walk from one end to the other, his ribs only barely keeping it from leaping from his skin. He doesn’t dare let his eyes wander, as if the mere act of looking will slow him down. He no longer needs to stop in to see his friend and make arrangements for a job in two days. Right now, he needs to get to the stairwell. He needs to run as fast as he possibly can up two flights of stairs to the twenty-fifth floor where the studio he shares with Cayce and Carlo is waiting, its heavy walnut door fitted with an old bronze lock. The lock is unimportant. Nothing matters but the door.

Please, faster, walk faster.

His bones feel like they’re on fire, burning deep in his body like coals. His eyes rattle in their sockets and distort his vision, adrenaline shooting everything in his body into overdrive.

Please, please, please, God, please, just—

He passes the eighth pair of doors, and the left side of the hall opens to a small alcove with a vending machine, an ice machine, and a door for maintenance access. And just as he takes the second hurried step past that strange threshold, he’s yanked off of his feet by the back of his jacket. Before he can manage to take in a proper breath, he’s turned and pressed against one of the empty walls of that little alcove just below his standing height—exactly low enough for him to immediately struggle with getting leverage to move, once the soles of his feet meet the ground again—and Nate’s eyes are a mere three inches from his own.

Dallas’ fight-response just barely begins to kick in, his muscles tensing in preparation to shove, kick, scream, run. As though he can feel that subtle flex of Dallas’ body in slow motion, Nate moves just a hint faster, and stops the retaliation before it can begin. Having dropped to his knees, he has Dallas wedged between them, and uses the rest of his body to box the much smaller man in.

He hadn’t been fast enough.

[justarandomhelluvablog]

Okay so obviously the more important thing here was Angel's reaction to it, but

Husk's face when he realized Valentino was there.....

[freyholland]

Ough Alien tomorra!!!

[darkvolley]

What would square have even done in CoM if they were still allowed to use Tarzan??? Cuz Castle Oblivion would have had 14 floors then right? And then that would have thrown the whole 13 symbolism off

[ulteri0rm0tives]

ohhhh my god. just saw joost klein in the bitchiest little crop top in the world that I need to shove Kerry in IMMEDIATELY.