#he's grumbling about everything

[patrothestupid]

sorry dad

[seventymatches]

Speed-of-light doodle to wish a happy birthday to the Barbiest of girls!

[egregiousderp]

Had to stop for a moment at work thanks to the sudden realization that thanks to the Mouse Droid fic, it’s canon that Eli Vanto is exactly Tarkin’s type, and that makes his promotion process So Much Funnier in Thrawn.

[seiwas]

the desire to write smth so good that’s just. aching but in the best way? smth that lingers long past reading. smth that makes you get up in the middle to pace around before sitting back down to pick it up again because the emotions are reeling.

so you start to type only to realise that’s one biiiiig skill gap 🫠

[hermitdrabbles56]

Time grumbles like a porcupine when it's quiet and he's focusing on or contemplating things. Just. Little humfs or hums, tiny grumbles or even little odd noises. He has no idea he does it people usually think he's made when it starts but no he's just really focused.

He will also do this when he's upset or mad or uncomfortable but it's a little more intentional then.

[nightlilly0110]

Jayce likes to read fantasy novels. It was a habit that he’d had long before he met the mage, and only got out of hand after the fact. He does, however, have tact about the way he organizes his book shelves and makes sure guests can only see his textbooks and academic journals, the fantasy books tucked into corners where no one else can see them. It’s a very normal book preference but Jayce acts as if it’s a guilty pleasure due to how he’s expected to act. He treats all his books with care and reorganizes his collection once every few years.

Viktor, you’d think from his professional appearance, would be the type to read only nonfiction and have a taste for books about as interesting as a saltine cracker. He does have his textbooks and academic journals like Jayce, and he does have books on astronomy as well, but that makes up the minority of what he has. On the contrary, he loves to read those cheap, mass-produced novels that are meant to sell a lot of copies but not get any notoriety. The shittier and more nonsense the plot, the better. Horribly written, cheesy (and borderline questionable) romances are his go to. He hate-reads this nonsense, gets extremely invested, and it’s his favourite thing ever. He loves all his books (derogatory). Half of his collection is second-hand, most he’s gotten for less than five dollars apiece. Most are dog-eared and old before he even got them. He uses the ones he doesn’t plan on reading again as coasters. They all have those weird painted covers that probably have a shirtless man and a woman who looks like she’s fainting on them from like the 90s. Collectively, the books are worthless and will probably make you want to wash your brain in bleach. Don’t get him started on any of them. You’ll be there for hours.

[5bi5]

What Angel season five was missing was a guest spot from Faith where her and Spike bond over making fun of Angel about his staggering lack of pop culture knowledge

[starsandthorn]

do you ev. do you ever. think about. head in hands

[kelpiemomma]

i really need to draw khan and emmet hanging out bc they would be such buddies. ingo hates how quickly they bonded bc khan took one look at emmet, at how excited emmet is to battle, and seemed to Immediately like him (it only bc khan had already bonded w ingo, but like hell will he ever admit that. that proves he has emotions! he has to hide those.) khan & emmet battling each other. khan takes over for ingo sometimes on the multi trains except he and emmet get so into battles that they need a chaperone to keep them from getting too rowdy bc somehow (???) they've managed to destroy a couple of train cars??? khan challenges the subway himself (he battles using himself but also his pokemon. he'd rather battle using himself, but ingo and emmet get awfully concerned when he faints so he stops doing it so much). khan and emmet discuss battle tactics (khan insists "offense is the best defense" and "go balls to the walls immediately on attack" and emmet argues for better strategizing and well rounded move pools) and help each other train, offering suggestions and tips and "hey, let's try this maneuver" or "i think it would be better if you did this move first".

not that they don't enjoy an off day, but they definitely bonded well over battles.

[rubys-domain]

hoo... kaeya's hangout was a wild ride from start to finish

[leatherbookmark]

somewhat pleased to announce that in case someone wanted to know, and i really don't see why they wouldn't, the cameras that atz use in the cawaii men photoshoots are

fujifilm simple ace p&s camera (for taking photos), and

most probably? pentax spotmatic (the one hj, sh and jh pose with)

[countlessrealities]

@advnterccs sent: 📂 for Muse A to comment something about a current thread of Muse B’s & 💞 for Muse A to comment on Muse B’s relationships and/or people they know { To Rick about Evil Rick >:D } Multimuse grape vine

The questions prompt a loud snort out of Rick. He has plenty of opinions about the sociopath and his relationship with the only two people he properly acknowledges. And that alone already says something about the motherfucker.

"W-Where the fuck should I even start from? I-I mean, shit, there's a real fuckin' lot to say...an-and none of is good stuff." Understatement of the century. "I-I dare anyone who knows the guy t-to disagree with me...aside from that clown, b-but he's as bad as Evil Rick, s-so his opinion doesn't count."

And that other son of a bitch is smitten to the point that it's beyond embarrassing. And just as creepy.

"C-Current thread? Alright. D-Damn, he has...two? I-I kind of lost track for a minute there. B-But yeah, two and they are both w-with him and his master." Cue to an eyeroll. "I-I swear, those two can't even have a normal conversation. L-Look at them, t-the clown made up the lamest excuse ever t-to get his pet drunk and...dig around his b-backstory or whatever he's doing. An-And of course Evil Rick went along with it. H-He could have at least called the guy out. Y-You tie yourself to someone for life, b-blind trust and all, an-and you can't even have a honest talk with them? C-C'mon, it was fuckin' rickdiculous."

And yes, that's the right word to make his point at its fullest.

"An-And speaking of those two," he goes one, lips curling in an expression of distaste. "T-That's one of the most fucked up relationships I've ever seen an-and I've been around a lot. G-Got into some bad ones myself, b-but those psychos? T-They are on a whole different level. A-A match made in fuckin' hell. An-And I wouldn't be surprised if it turns out tha-that they are in the literal sense."

If they ever got married, a version of the Devil would definitely be the most fitting being to officiate it. Most likely by performing a human sacrifice.

"An-And don't get me started on their sex life. S-Sure, now it's not as bad as before, b-but fuck. T-The clown didn't even know the most important thing a-about his partner and Evil Rick j-just let him...do whatever the motherfucker wanted to do to him. T-To hell the fact that he hated every single second. F-For real, who the hell does that? Y-Yeah, he's fuckin' obsessed, but damn."

He almost grimaces at his own thoughts and words. "Nasty" and "disturbing" don't even start to cover it.

"An-And then there's President Evil. A-Another fuckin' creepy mess right there. H-He basically tortured the kid f-for who knows how long. Y-Yeah, most Ricks do fucked up shit to their Mortys, b-but again...the motherfucker brought that to another level too. N-No wonder the little psycho turned out t-the way he is."

Not a mine copy of his Rick, but close enough.

"S-So, he twists the kid into some creepy ass weird, t-then said little creep turns against him, t-traps him in his own mind an-and use him as his puppet. G-Gets him killed even. O-Or well, sort of. An-And what does the psycho do? H-He goes straight back to his obsession w-with his Morty, b-but now he wants to be the little freak's loyal, feral pet. An-And how he gets there? H-He stalks him, b-butchers people for him an-and leaves him creepy notes written in blood. An-And there are verses where his Morty takes him back. C-Can you fuckin' believe that?"

Yet another match made in hell, just of a different kind.

"A-Anyone who even just thinks about getting interested in the guy...D-Don't. He's bad news, h-he's creepy as fuck, he can't even feel shit properly. An-And even if he ends up liking you back in his stalkerish, disturbing way? Y-You're gonna regret it. U-Unless you're as messed up as he is."

[six-of-ravens]

honestly I'm mainly mad that this is the week I've managed to actually keep my apartment completely clean *and* somehow I got food poisoning. usually by the end of the week the kitchen is so full of dirty dishes and mess that I'm barely able to find space to make lunch, and I'd understand if I got food poisoning bc I fkn contaminated my salad with last night's chicken, but this week it was completely clean! what the hell!

maybe I need the bacteria from cross-contamination and my new and supposedly healthier living habits are denying me that. maybe my body Craves That Listeria.

[sourcerey]

started playing twewy. theyre best friends

[wizzybiscuit]

I completed my second HeroForge model - my The Elder Scrolls: Arena player character, Sylfar Adrus! Thanks @rels-tenim for designing and gifting me the model. I had fun painting him and it took a lot quicker than my last one.

[phantombs]

Cường is hounded by war. Unsurprisingly, I think it’s important to say the Vietnam War, the most recent conflict, has left the freshest images on Cường. And while I won’t lay out sweeping exposés about war (I have my own fatigue about the Vietnam War in particular), I will say that during war time, the death toll and the grief was always felt immeasurably. He is not unfamiliar with colonization and the effects of loss, sure, and to his core, Cường is a startingly aloof man visibly moved by little – maybe even nothing, some would say. But with the way these terrible periods struck the country between blazing fires, bursting bombs, or the slow, slow death of labouring men, Cường had experienced bouts of debilitating sensory overload. He had, and on more than one occasion, shut down for long, lengthy periods. His head had roared and his nightmares worsened, and with old taboos and the suspicions surrounding him, the people more than ever distrusted this death-seer. He was considered useless throughout both colonization and war, seen as too sickly or too indisposed to toil or serve, but lived (even more) deplorably for it. His life of bare minimums, like with most people during these times, took the proverbial shovel and dug to an all time low. Still, he survived through it all, and for his terrible years, sees the phantoms of Vietnam all too clearly. Bombarded families and young children suffering, whole villages slaughtered and the fields sopping thick with red – even now, the dead howl too loudly in his head. Vietnam has a long history of subjugation and war, and in his head, in his history, and even in his economic conditions at present, he has undoubtedly been touched by them both.