#gets me so 🤨🤨

[rwsdarw]

this was fun

[neverbelessthan]

JET LAG THE GAME | Benjamin 'cardinal directions and vibes' Doyle (1 / ?)

[thatsitso]

So I finished orv

[vague-in-vegas]

One thing that will always be funny to me is Remmick seems a little less defensive about being denied entry because he's white than because he's talentless lol

"Sounding damn near perfect and you're saying we're not welcome?! 🫩" Followed by "oh...It's cause we're.... 🫳 Oh alright 😁"

[tequiilasunriise]

Taps the mic. Zoemira with the “you’re just my type!” Mystery face reveal but he just looks an awful lot like Mira. Like, mid-battle with those sharp, intensely angry eyes and all. It’s very much giving those MLP Equestria Girl eps where Rarijack fell fer the exact 1:1 copy of genderbent AJ and Rarity respectively. Mystery but he just looks like boyband genderbent!Mira and THAT’S why to Zoey he’s “just my type!!” like is this thang onnnn does anyone even careeee 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️💥💥💥🎤🎤

[watermelinoe]

why do we always have to hear from the tumblrites with mild autism abt how it's eugenics to wish you could cure your disabilities

[violetsorengail]

She doesn’t like anyone but Xaden, and she only tolerates me, though I’m growing on her. Like a tumor.

fourth wing - ch. 36

iron flame - ch. 65

onyx storm - ch. 62

[vesna-v-irkutske]

Ilona Herr, Artyom Anoufriev's friend: "Artyom talked like a confident and quite intelligent person. He had a great sense of humor and an indescribable manner of talking. I didn't talk to Nikita, but he looked pretty inadequate." Anonymous girl who had known Artyom since childhood: "We've known each other since kindergarten. He was a quiet, very nice boy, it was interesting to communicate with him. A calm, well adjusted, attentive conversationalist. I kind of wanted to talk to him more than we did. It's hard to believe that a person whom I sincerely respected and even admired at some points, and whom I really wanted to make friends with, could do such a thing on his own, for some reason of his own. I'm sure he was pressured, brainwashed, I don't know, even to the point of clouding his mind with something, but I don't believe and don't want to believe that he could have signed up for such a thing himself from the beginning."

[wishchip106]

when you need social interaction so you make cherik textposts instead 😻🫶

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

[ineed-to-sleep]

Just yeeted two of my wisdom teeth out and ohhhhb my god I get why people hate going to the dentist now

[verstave]

Clair Obscur Doodle Dump (les guys)

Esquie 🥰

I act as if French never existed in the wild Asdfgsghs (recto/verso pic)

ALSO, you cannot tell me Gustave wouldn't be freaked out by Monoco's leg collection 😭🦿he also would freak out over "Verso magic" they would all get along so well ❤️‍🩹🥖😭😭

[writeshite]

“Careful now.” Mr. Milchick cautioned, his left palm just beneath yours as he’d stopped you from nearly dropping the small, neatly wrapped box. He guided your left hand back to a level height, around ninety degrees at angle from elbow to hand. “We wouldn’t want to break that.” His right hand was set atop yours on the top side of the gift box.

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Milchick,” you sighed in relief. “My apologies, my outie overexerted himself this past weekend.”

“Yeah, that’s called sex,” Dylan snarked, pointing to the hard to cover hickeys trailing to the back of your ear. You weren’t exactly eager to promote or detail your outie’s sex-life.

“It’s his outie’s wedding anniversary,” Mark rectified Dylan’s crass statement.

“I’m aware,” Mr. Milchick responded, “Five years, seven months, and twelve weeks.” His left hand softly traced your wedding ring. If you didn't know any better, you'd say his smile took a softer tone; the usual dead joy in his eyes looked almost enamored. “My congratulations to your outie. I imagine the annual exhaustion indicative of a successful and joyous marriage."

Dylan's yearly crude joke on the matter was cut short as Irving placed a hand on his mouth. "I believe so too," you beamed, "alongside the presents, of course." You nodded to the gift in your hands. "Thank you for hand-delivering this year's gift, and last year's, and the year before that. You really don't have to; I'm sure there are better things to do." You glanced down at the gift; his hands had yet to leave yours.

"Nonsense," he assured you, "It's no trouble at all." Mr. Milchick squeezed your hands and, with one final smile, left the space. Irving made a disgusted sound as Dylan licked his palm and darted into the supply closet for a tissue.

Dylan pursed his lips, glancing over at the door; once certain Mr. Milchick wasn't returning soon, he teased, “Get a room next time, will you?”

You rolled your eyes. "It's hardly sexual to talk to a coworker."

"It is when you and Milchick do it," Dylan pulled a face in good jest. "Tell him, Mark!" He attempted to corral Mark to his side, "The eyefucking is abysmally disgusting." He dramatically exclaimed.

"I mean," Mark pursed his lips momentarily, "I don't really see anything of the sort," his words caused disbelief to rise on Dylan's face. "Besides, isn't Milchick married?"

Both Dylan and you turn to each other, then Mark, before shrugging, uncertain as to the answer. "How can you be sure?" Dylan asked.

His question was met with no answer as Irving returned and sternly expressed Mr. Milchick's preference for privacy: "What extracurricular activities Mr. Milchick has have no bearing here; he hardly enjoys sharing facts about himself outside of work, we should respect that." Dylan pouted and directed a not-so-quiet 'party pooper' at Irving; the latter turned to you and smiled earnestly, "Besides, aren't you more excited to find what anniversary present our friend has this year?"

Dylan half-shrugged, and he and Mark turned their attention to the gift box as you tore away the purple wrapping. This year's gift was an appropriately and mildly decorated set of custom sticky notes. "Your outie's husband is quite thoughtful," Irving commented, glancing at the stickers. “He's a lucky man."

[hyohaehyuk]

iwtv_updates: Jacob felt pressure adding lines to the Reunion scene, as Sam told him these would become canon for his Lestat. Rolin approached Jacob with the idea first, knowing Sam would dislike it. Jacob agreed, enjoying the opportunity to wind Sam up.

Video: INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE star Jacob Anderson unpacks the gothic horror of Season 2 | TV Insider

[wyervan]

Hello! How is your week going? :o)

I wanted to show you some of the sketches im doing for the kind of Star-centered-page

Alsoo I wanted you to talk a bit about star! whatever comes to your mind first about their hobbies, likes, relationship with Smoon, clothes or things like that (if you are ok with that)

I love to read your rambles, again!

Thank youu

The first sketch is making my heart ache 😭 It’s just so tender 🥺 I don’t have the words to explain how much these drawings mean to me.

You’re so amazing and sweet and cool. Thank you for asking about Star, giving me the space to talk about them and the AU in general. I have a hard time talking about these things without being asked to speak on it first. My first instinct is usually to tell myself “no one cares” 😬

But anyway, enof self-flagellation 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️.

Uhh, well, I’ll start with some bits I’ve touched on before—they’re in their 20s, live in a small apartment above a cigar shop, drive a real clanky Jeep. They’re dressing mostly in very casual masc 90s fits. T-shirts, tanks, jeans, cargo pants, hoodies. Obviously converse lol. Drawn to gamer, skater, punk and grunge aesthetics. Always wears a choker.

Their favorite band is Sneaker Pimps. Main hobby is gaming on their (original) XBox—Halo, Star Wars Battlefront, Counter-Strike. Star also owns a GameCube, a Game Boy, and enjoys a smattering of single-player action and adventure RPGs.

They’ve developed quite a skill for gamer trash talk, or at least are pretty good at dealing it back to the real sorta trash found over XBox Live in the 2000s. This aptitude for banter comes in handy for dealing with Moon’s snark 😝. Once Star realized that Moon doesn’t actually hate them (rough first introduction), he’s just kind of a rat bastard, their friendship becomes a lot of casual teasing and wisecracking. And friendly (but still cutthroat) gaming competition.

Star’s dynamic with Sun is a little different. They’re still a bit impish if Sun’s tryna play manager with them, or they think he needs to chill out. But really they just enjoy being around him. He’s eccentric, expressive, makes them laugh, and they can see how intensely he cares for the arcade and the people around him. I think Sun comes to see Star as a cheery but chill, levelheaded presence. Despite the joke-cracking, they’re kinda a “straight-man” next to Smoon’s eccentricities.

I go back and forth about how much of a solid backstory I want to give Star because of this play of them being a y/n self-insert character, or at least starting out that way. Both in the sense that the character literally started off vaguer in personality and history earlier in the AU AND even now, in that they don’t have a great sense of their own identity at the start of the story.

This feeling of existential listlessness, not knowing what they actually want from life—it’s what drives them to move out of their parent’s place. Just make a decision for themself, regardless of the judgmental eyebrow raising at that decision, regardless of all the “An arcade?! What about your degree?”

[lowkeyivory]

Whatever you do DON'T EVER think about how five would already get attached (too attached) to someone who shows the SLIGHTEST affection towards him.

[ysaefinn]

Its suguru and his obsession with cuddling you shirtless against the world