#hes my little friend. my pal. my sweet cheese

[ebongrove]

[romeo-the-homeo]

two years ago when i first got into redacted i was like ‘asher’s ok’ but now he is my best mate and i would feed him scooby snacks anytime he says anything

[variousxcruelties]

inky wip

[deadtothebones]

Wow i can't believe i've been obsessed with this weirdo (affectionate) for a full year 😳

[musicalchaos07]

I miss u Jonathan Byers

[vveissesfleisch]

A.D.I.D.A.T.S.

all day i dream about terry silver

[crazyw3irdo]

you alreayd know who im gonna ask. give me the bingo on the little prison boy

MY BELOVED

[koko-heads]

happy birthday to my the character ever

[alisoncooper]

I’m caught up on succession and (no spoilers dw) I love Roman so much, quit while ur ahead bestie we’re REALLY in it now

like i'm spoiling myself on purpose at this point fr..........like......i just keep looking at the gifs of him crying, and practising his speech, him getting hit........and i just......he's so fucked up.....logan fucked him up so bad and i'm sooooo desperate for someone to save him but they can't!!!!! no-one is ever saving these kids, not even themselves and roman especially makes my heart lurch whenever i think about him....like......i need to lie down on the floor

[beansprean]

I’ve literally been thinking about this concept for months, I want Guillermo to start demanding petty shit like this!! He’s my best friend he’s my pal, my homeboy, my rotten soldier, he’s my sweet cheese, my good time boy-

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: Comic panels cut into various sections. Panel 1: Guillermo, wearing a blue and red sweater over a button up and tan chinos, stands in the fancy room mid-conversation, hip cocked, arms crossed, looking imperious as he starts, “If I do this for you-“ Nadja interrupts him, sitting on the loveseat to his right and waving a dismissive hand. “Yes, yes, Guillermo, what do you want now?” She is wearing a black silk dress with big mutton sleeves and a full skirt under a pink patterned waistcoat, sheer lace at her throat and making up the sleeves from the mutton to the wrist, where there is a pleated black cuff. She also has a large red-violet bow at her neck, multiple silver rings, her usual red lipstick and nails, sparkly silver eyeshadow, and her hair half-up in pigtails. 2: Close up of Guillermo, surrounded by sparkles as he forms a dimpled smirk, hands unfolding to be held up in offer. He says, “I want each of you… to give me a genuine compliment.” Three speech bubbles immediately invade from offscreen, saying “Absolutely not.” “Fucking guy!” and “Are you fucking kidding me?”

3: Reverse shot; Guillermo turns his back on the room to face the viewer again, shrugging casually as he replies, “Alright! Figure it out on your own then…” Behind him on the left, Laszlo leans with one hand on a side table, rolling his eyes. He is wearing a red-violet cravat and patterned pink waistcoat to match Nadja’s under a dark blue pea coat. There is a layer of lace matching Nadja’s sleeves over the lapels and pockets, and he is wearing various silver rings along with his usual black nails. Nandor stands center in the background, grimacing as he nervously fiddles his fingers together. He is wearing a brown knee-length belted coat, large cuffs turned out at the elbows and gold buttons down the center. The tighter brick red of his undershirt is visible from wrists to elbows and peeking out between each button on his chest. He also has a darker red cravat, silver stone ring on his right forefinger, and large gold ring on his left pinky. He glances over as Nadja stands up from the loveseat to glare at the back of Guillermo’s head and yells “Fine, you needy little maláko!”

4: Close up of Nadja on a red and gold background, smiling innocently, eyes closed, with both hands held up in a shrug as she offers smugly “You are a capable bodyguard.” Speech bubbles from the others with little floating heads invade the panel from offscreen. Nandor, looking sad, says, “Nadja! I was going to use that one…” Laszlo, smiling with a little heart, says “Good one, my dark darling!” Guillermo, looking unimpressed but unwilling to push for a better adjective, hesitates and says “…Thank you. Laszlo?” 5: Close up of Laszlo on a thoughtful teal background, leaning his head back with closed eyes and holding both hands together in a prayer position over his mouth. He takes a moment to hum to himself, eyebrows scrunching together as he struggles to think of something.

5: Wide shot of the whole room. On the left, Laszlo leans forward and thrusts his folded hands out, declaring, “You have a plush and bounceable arse that has invaded my mind more than once while musing in my woodshed.” In the background, Nandor, looking increasingly anxious, throws his arms out in alarm and whines, “Laszlo!!” Nadja gives her husband a nod and a thumbs up. Guillermo, next to her, has his head bent down as he digs a thumb are forefinger into his eyes, glasses pushed up on his extremely red face. He sighs out, “I’ll…I’ll take it.”

6: Close up on Nandor as a speech bubble from offscreen calls, “Nandor, you’re up.” Nandor grimaces, shoulders up to his ears, as his fangs nervously chomp at his lower lip and his eyes dart searchingly to the side. He groans aloud in uncertainty “Ummm…eeuurghh…" and thinks to himself "Nice things… about… Guillermo…” In the background behind him, sepia-toned images of Guillermo pop up to aid his memory. A close up of Guillermo’s hand dragging a brush through Nandor’s hair. A tiny Guillermo holding a feather duster, the scent of blood wafting from his neck proclaiming ‘yum yum!’ A knife embedding itself in a painting of Nandor and John. Guillermo’s ass stretching out a pair of green chinos as he moves, surrounded by sparkles. Guillermo’s fist, dripping with blood. Guillermo grinning as he confidently explains to Nandor how to make an airtight wish. Guillermo, eyes hidden behind opaque glasses, yanking a bloody stake from an unwitting victim.

7: Wide shot of the whole room. Nandor, face blank, head empty, holds out his hands and offers “Yooouuuuuuuuu seem very…durable.” Laszlo, now having walked over to stand near his wife, raises his eyebrows at Nandor with a smile and pipes up with an interested “Ohoo?” A thought bubble from him just contains the words “sex thoughts”. Nadja gestures towards Nandor with one hand and exclaims with irritation, “He’s a human, Nandor. My giagia had liverspots more durable than him!” In the foreground, Guillermo turns his back on his roommates and stalks away with an irritated expression and says “I really don’t know what I expected from you guys.” /end ID

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could I get Drayton, Kieran, Carmine, and Lacey reacting to a reader that raises mostly female Pokemon, gives a lot of them human-sounding names, and affectionately calls their team The Girls? Like, "Yeah, me and the girls are gonna chill out in my dorm later, if you'd wanna come over!" Or maybe, "I just got back from a picnic with the girls, and I swear Claire was gonna bite Maggie's arm earlier! Turns out she was just hungry though, and so I gave her some of my breakfast sandwich to chill her out. Yeah, ham, egg, and cheese with butter and pepper, maybe some hot sauce if you're into it - that recipe really does the trick!" After a confused look and some funny questions, it comes to light that Claire is a devious little Gliscor that was mere seconds from using Fire Fang, and Maggie is a shiny Meowscarada that's prone to getting the zoomies after a nice bath. "That's just how I name my Pokemon? Did you think I was talking about people earlier??? Oohhh now I get why you were looking at me weird! Yeah, you wanna meet them? I think they'd like you." And the girls, all six of them in the party (more names and species can be inserted) turn out to like the other person - even with their eccentric personalities at play. After all, "A friend of (y/n) is a friend of mine."

Hghshf I see this and all I think of is Reader leading a team of fem pokemon shouting "let's go lesbians lets go!!!"

Also along with Claire and Maggie, I'll include these 'mons (some inspired by my main team):

Evelyn: Comfey, spends less time in her pokeball and more time hanging around Reader's neck

Trish: Ceruledge, cleaves through tera dens but is picky about which spots on her armor get cleaned

Clover: Shiny Scrafty, likes finding trouble and defends her gal pals with her life

Queen: Bisharp who girlbossed her way into becoming a Kingambit. She likes wearing flowers in her hair.

..........

Drayton

You were turning into quite the social Beautifly at BB Academy, making a lot of friends in the League Club--including the Drayster himself.

Apparently you have your own little "circle" now, too, only ever referring to them as "The Girls" in conversation.

One day you ask Drayton if they could visit the clubroom, which confuses him a little considering you didn't need to ask for his permission.

But he doesn't think about it too deeply.

"Sure. I don't mind meeting them." He smiles.

"Sweet! You're gonna love Claire and Maggie. They're the best."

"Oh will I?" He raises an eyebrow, now fully intrigued. "Well..I'm looking forward to it."

When you show up to the clubroom the next morning he looked very confused as he didn't see your girl friends accompanying you, asking if they suddenly bailed.

It takes you a few seconds for you to finally understand...

"Wait--oh my gosh, you thought...oh no, no. They're my Pokémon. Lemme show you." You toss out two pokeballs, and Drayton is surprised to see that you have a Shiny Meowscarada and a Gliscor.

As he quickly finds out, while you do have a competitive team, your casual team consists of all female Pokémon who you call "The Girls", having raised then since they were little.

And you decided to give them all human-sounding names.

"This is Maggie and Claire. I'm SO sorry, Drayster...you must've been super confused.."

He just laughs it ff. "It's all good. It's actually pretty cool that you gave 'em human names."

"How could I not?" You chuckle as you hug Maggie, your grass ace purring was she wraps her arms around you. "Meowscarada's kinda a mouthful, and she responded to "Maggie" so I settled for that."

"Cool, maybe I can start calling Archuladon "Archie" or something...that's kinda a mouthful, too." He jokes.

Although The Girls were initially wary of him flirting with you and trying to snag your attention (then again, they're wary around boys in general), they eventually grow to like him.

After all, any friend of yours was a friend of theirs.

Kieran

Since you two shared a class he was falling behind in, you offered to help him study for an upcoming test.

"Oh! Are you sure it's no problem, [y/n]? I can always borrow your notes and give them back-"

"No, no it's fine! I've actually been meaning to introduce you to The Girls but couldn't since you were on break. They're just chilling in my dorm right now if you wanna meet them!"

Immediately, his brain shortcircuits.

"The Girls? Ah..wowzers....y-you sure they don't mind a boy coming over?" He fidgets with his hair, blushing at the thought of these friends of yours giggling and teasing him.

Surely they've heard all about him...but then again, his name was still pretty well-known at the Academy and his reputation was ever fluctuating.

He's understandably nervous about meeting new people (considering how strongly Nemona approached him back in Kitakami, demanding a battle).

But you reassured him they were cool, recalling a funny story to help him feel less anxious as you both walked to your dorm.

"So we're just having a picnic in the coastal biome, right? And I swear to Arceus, Claire was this close to biting Maggie's arm off. I didn't know what got into her...but, as you might've guessed, she was just hungry and impatient. Such an overdramatic baby. But anyways I split my breakfast sandwich with her. It was an easy recipe: just ham, egg, cheese, some butter, pepper, and hot sauce--which she actually really loved, and.......what's that look for?"

Kieran just has this SUPER confused expression the whole time you're talking, wondering why you're describing your friends as if they were Pokémon..

But after opening the door to your room, he discovers that's because they are your Pokémon. Your casual team, in fact.

He sees Maggie laying across your bed, playing with a yarn ball, Evelyn healing a scrape on Clover's arm, and Claire showing off her Fire Fangs to Trish and Queen.

"I'm back, ladies! We have a guest! So play nice, okay?" You clap your hands, spinning around and seeing the look on your friend's face. "What? You thought I was talking about humans this whole time?"

"...yeah...you got me. And here I was, all nervous for nothin''." Kieran does his signature "slump of defeat", feeling super embarrassed.

Doesn't help that the Girls are snickering and giggling at him, too.

"Hush, Girls. He's shy." You lightly scold them, before reassuring him that you've definitely confused more people than just him.

After that clarification, he absolutely wants to introduce his Gliscor to Claire, thinking the two would get along great (considering his own companion liked to be fussy during picnic breaks, too, maybe he'll use that sandwich recipe you mentioned...).

You wind up doing less studying and more of showing him videos of Maggie getting the "zoomies" after her bath, Trish sparring with Queen, and other things The Girls have been up to lately.

Least to say, he was glued to your rotomphone for a while.

It baffles you how this guy--former BB League Champion Kieran--still didn't have his own.

Carmine

While visiting her and Kieran during their break, she hears you talking about a group called "The Girls" that you've brought along.

And she's confused bc she swears her brother only bought one ticket for you...

So she assumes these "girls" are some filthy rich students back at BB/Uva/Naranja Academy, getting a little jealous as you talk about them and the shenanigans you've been up to before coming to Kitakami.

"Already replacing me, huh?" She teases lightly, although Kieran tries telling her to lighten up a little.

She gets defensive quickly.

Tbh she'd rather do the mochi-mochi dance again than ever admit she's jealous of your new "friends".

You, on the other hand, are clueless and wonder why she's acting so aloof...but then again, the siblings did tell you about the mayhem Pecharunt caused literally the day before you flew in.

Maybe that was it.

When you invite Carmine to a picnic, she's bolting over to your location, ready to square up and see what these "friends" of yours are like...

Yet all she sees are your Shiny Meowscarada, Gliscor, Shiny Scrafty, Comfey, female Kingambit, and Ceruledge playing around or mediating in the grass, and no humans other than you two.

"Where are they?"

"Where's...who?"

"Maggie, Claire, Trish..all these "buddies" of yours." She blinks as the three Pokémon in question turned their heads to her. "....don't tell me I'm looking right at them."

You nod and that's all it takes for her to start fuming, realizing she was jealous over Pokémon (but at the same time, she's relieved they're not humans).

"Why didn't you just say they were Pokémon????!!!" Her hands shake. "Do you have any idea what-?!"

"Woah there." You put your own hands up in defense. "You thought I was talking about people this whole time?"

"Yeah!! I mean--you gave them people names so I just assumed!"

".....ohh, I'm sorry, Carmine." Finally understanding, you awkwardly laugh a little. "Now I know why everyone gives me weird looks when I talk about them.."

"You think????"

The Girls have stopped their current activities, entertained by the squabble between you and her.

But after all of that's cleared up, Carmine gets to know your casual team a little more personally.

And they grow to like her, too, after initially disliking how she yelled at you--even though you told them all that's how she usually is.

Lacey

When you tell her about your casual team, she's under the impression that you have little sisters because of their human names and the fact you only call them "The Girls".

Even more surprising is when you mention having six of them, and she wonders how tf you have so much time to take care of them AND time for BB League activities.

If she gets the feeling you're overworking yourself and you ask if you could organize stuff in the club room, she'll be like "nope 🙅‍♀️ nuh-uh, we'll take care of it, go home and take care of your family they are the most important thing!!!!!"

You're confused as hell, but take the day off anyways.

One day, she asks if she could see them some time, and you're like "????? okay!" and arrange a hangout in the Terarium.

When Lacey arrives, she's perplexed when she only sees Pokémon with you...but can immediately tell they're all girls.

And only then does it click.

"Oh! "The Girls" is what you call this Pokémon team?"

"Yeah! I told you, didn't I?"

"...I thought you were referring to your sisters."

You blink, before chuckling at her confusion, realizing why she might've thought that. "Oh, well..in a way they are my sisters."

When she spots Evelyn hanging around your neck, she just coos at how adorable the Comfey is.

And somehow, Queen (a Pokémon notorious for being a fearsome leader) managed to look cute with all the flowers in her hair--which also impresses her.

As long as she doesn't use any steel attacks on Granbull, Lacey is cool with her.

Now that she fully understands, she loves that "girl power" vibe you have with your casual team, especially since they're pretty strong in battle, too.

[poindexters-labratory]

I watched Dawko's playthrough of Ruin because I'm very uncoordinated and can't play video games right, also I'm broke as shit-ANYWAY, I HAVE FEELINGS AND OPINIONS.

(SPOILERS)

This, I like this. This feeds my sci-fi nerd brain that I inherited

Also, I really like rabbits and hares

Glitchtrap had the hare update, so he's Malhare now.

He's my pal

My rotten soldier

My sweet cheese

He's so stupid and annoying, I'm not even sure he knows what it's all for anymore

He can EMOTE.

My autism said, "him, specifically"

Big hare nose

Cassie is a cool character

Really sweet

Wonder if she and Roxanne Wolf are gonna have a special connection in the future

If Cassie even does have a future

I do think that the elevator ending is the true ending because it leaves the story open for the next game to start off with

Also, WHAT THE FUCK GREGORY??

I still have no idea what's going on with him.

He's a funky little anti-hero

He's friends with Vanessa- is Vanessa his guardian now or something?

I really hope they don't start incorporating the weird short mini story collection books into the games

What is this?

Why does it have human teeth?

What is it capable of?

I don't think it's The Mimic because it can only mimic voices, not appearances, and only Gregory's voice too

Maybe an early Mimic?

Maybe the game universe's Mimic??

It was possibly acting as Helpi as well

Must be capable of something because Gregory attempted to kill his friend over it

Question: was Malhare trying to stop us from letting this thing out or was just being antagonistic for the sake of being antagonistic?

Because if he has been trying to stop you the whole DLC from releasing the beast, that's kinda cool

Means that he's threatened by it

I ask because he gets on Cassie's case whenever she tries to breach the security nodes that lock the monster in

Whenever we start touching shit, he gets mad

(Shit being the child/security nodes.)

If this is the case, then I want a Malhare vs. Ruin Monster battle

idk, I just want Afton to have a purpose in these games at this point

Miscellaneous notes:

I like Eclipse better than Sun and Moon

Sun is too hyper for me and Moon is kinda creepy

Eclipse is so polite, so parent

ROXANNE

The mom we all needed

Were Glamrock Freddy and Bonnie boyfriends??

God, the Pizzeria Simulator location had a bigass basement

What's the plot of Help Wanted 2 going to be because of this?

This two and a half hour DLC gave us more story than the entirety of Security Breach, which was 9 1/2 (nine and a half).

So, I call that a win.

Still don't like Monty's Gator-Golf.

Feel free to share your own thoughts, feelings, and opinions!

[batfamiliar]

kusy is my babygirl. my poor little meow meow. he's my best friend, he's my pal. he's my homeboy, my rotten soldier. he's my sweet cheese, my good time boy

[ramp-it-up]

This Thing Of Ours AU Teaser- Carnivores, Vegans, & Boy Scouts, Oh My!

Characters: Mob Boss! Bucky, Mob Boss! Sam, and Mob Boss! Steve

Word Count: 515

Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. Mob Bucky, Steve and Sam. A carnivore making fun of Veganism, Steve being ab innocent little Mobster, Sam being a vixen. Talk of a female centered sex club, Bucky being cocksure of his reader but he’s about to get knocked on his ass. No smut, but it’s coming soooon!

A/N: This is a teaser drabble for the next fic, Queen of The Night, and sort of ties the threads together. This is in the This Thing Of Ours AU This occurs about three months before the events of Try a Little Tenderness, and about two weeks after Addicted to You.

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“Want some?”

Bucky shoved his lox and bagel in Sam’s face. Sam grimaced and held out his hand to stop him.

“C’maaannnn! I remember when your four food groups were meat, bacon, cheese, and pizza. Now you want to tell me you eat none of ‘em?”

Bucky was busting Sam’s balls.

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand. Veganism is only logical.”

“Stop, you two. We gotta focus. Sam is healthy, and he’s a grown man, Buck. Leave him alone.”

“Leave him aloneee,” Bucky mocked Steve. “I’m only eating this because you’re too scared to ask that sweet thing in the grocery store out. I’d be eating a BLT from Sal’s right now, but we haven’t gone there in a month!”

Bucky jumped at Steve who didn’t flinch, but just grinned back at his friend and watched him finish off the sandwich. Sam chuckled and shook his head, folding The Times and placing it on the table for Steve to snatch.

Bucky shook his head too as he watched Steve devour the paper while he devoured the sandwich.

“Not that this isn’t good, but don’t get it twisted. I’m sacrificing for your lack of game, pal.”

Sam was exasperated. These two fools.

“Yap yap yap, let’s get down to business. What’s up with Three Rivers?” 

Bucky chugged his coffee, then chucked it in the trash. His eyes twinkled as he talked about you.

“We knew that the owner had some secret funding source. Found out what it is. She co-owns Queen of Heaven.”

“Holy Shit!” Sam exclaimed and his mouth dropped open. 

Bucky raised his eyebrow at him.

“What’s Queen of Heaven?”

Steve had no clue what Bucky and Sam were excited about.

Bucky gave Sam a sideye.

“Sam? Why don’t you tell the boy scout here what Queen of Heaven is?”

Sam cleared his throat and looked uncomfortable.

“It’s a… ummmm. A sex club.”

Now Steve’s mouth dropped open. 

“Holy shit.” 

Steve looked from Bucky to Sam.

“Wait. How do you know that Sam?”

Sam continued his discomfort and straightened his vest. Bucky filled Steve in.

“It’s not a secret, Steve. It’s just… exclusive. There’s even a website. And the owners are… elusive. One has to be a member and pay thousands of dollars a month membership to even get the address. If you’re not a member, and you step foot in there, you’re disappeared.”

Steve watched Sam sweat a little.

“Have you ever been there, Sam?”

“I’m not a member, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“That isn’t what he asked.” 

Bucky interjected, then informed Steve some more.

“Men can’t be members, only guests, Steve. And the male guests are screened thoroughly. The club caters to women’s pleasure. The question to ask Sam is if he’s ever been a guest.”

Bucky fell silent to let the information sink into Steve’s skull and allow Sam to sweat.

Same stared at Steve and Steve stared back, a showdown. Then Steve shook his head, laughing.

“So. What are you gonna do with this information, Buck?”

“What I do with everything, Steve.”

Bucky grinned at his friends.

“Try to take over the world.”

[kanafinwe-makalaure]

Another favourite headcanon of mine is that Maglor and Gandalf are old pals. Not Years of The Trees old, but I like to think they probably met in the early third age.

Gandalf, of course, knew who this strange, wandering elf was when he first saw him at a secluded spot at the shore, and curiosity compelled him to take a closer look. At first, he felt only pity and tried to go and approach the sad creature, but Maglor had remained surprisingly in tune with the Music, and sensed him, and bolted, abandoning his little fire as well as the bits of food he had laid out for himself, a bit of old bread, a bruised apple, two small fish he had caught that he had hung over the fire. Gandalf, then, felt very sorry; not even the evilest soul in the world would have deserved this. He left his own bag of rations at the little camp - not that he needed to eat, but it was pleasant - with a little note that said: "I did not mean to startle you. I apologise. Please accept this as compensation."

Two days later, when Gandalf passed that same spot again, the bag was gone, and he could only hope it had found its way to its recipient.

The second time he saw Maglor, he remained far away, and only listened to his voice in the wind. Maglor was not putting any Power behind it, only singing to himself, of brothers long lost, sons stolen, battles lost, a home to which he would never return. Certainly, loneliness had drenched this elf's entire being; no wonder he was hiding. He was ashamed, and afraid, but definitely not (no longer?) foul and corrupted.

He left a good cloak where he had heard the voice, and a note: "Keep yourself warm, my friend; it is easier on the voice."

The third time Gandalf saw Maglor (pleased as he took note of the fact the elf was wearing the cloak), he went to him, slowly, and not disguising his presence. Maglor let him approach, and eyed him warily, clutching his tattered, wooden lap harp to his chest.

Gandalf tipped his hat in greeting and began to lay out supper between them on a large, clean handkerchief; cheese and sausages, sweet pears and tomatoes, berries, pies and cakes. The elf glanced at the meal beside him, his cheeks sunken and his eyes betraying his hunger.

"Please," Gandalf said, "help yourself. There is more than enough."

"Thank you," the Elf mumbled. When he spoke, his voice sounded raspy, as if he had not used it at all in an Age. "But I do not deserve your kindnesses."

Gandalf laughed. "Yet I've never met anyone who has needed them more than you."

"I thank you," Maglor rasped, "for your past gifts, truly. But now that you are here to be refused, I must tell you - I cannot accept this."

Gandalf chuckled. "Well, then I promise this time, I am acting purely out of selfishness. I simply want someone to share a meal with, and you happened to be here. Come, eat; or do you not believe my food is good?"

Maglor stole another glance at the food, his jaw working.

"Just a bite," Gandalf coaxed.

"Just a bite," Maglor conceded.

Gandalf handed him a piece of good, fresh bread with cheese, and the Elf took it with pointed fingers into his bandaged hands, almost shaking as he did his best to eat slowly and properly.

Throughout the meal, he was coerced into trying more and more, and grandually, he began to relax. Gandalf stayed long into the night; they sat by the fire, trading old stories, and Maglor offered all he had in return for the meal - a song.

From that day onwards, they were friends. Maglor had much to tell whenever they met - news, old stories, insights and wisdom, sometimes even utter nonsense that he shared with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Gandalf ensured he stayed warm and fed and sometimes he let slip one or the other half-sentece about Elrond Halfelven. Maglor seemed to absorb those like a sponge; but he never told him how often Elrond rode out looking for him, and he never told Elrond that he had found him; he knew Maglor was not ready for that, not yet.

He watched the Elf get better, slowly. Maglor started taking better care of himself, mended his clothes and boots, combed and braided his hair, made jewellery out of wooden beads and seashells and sold it for food.

An Age later, as soon as their ship to Valinor had left the havens, he joined his friend Elrond at the railing; Elrond had been tense, understandably so, but also strangely jumpy.

"Have you told Lady Galadriel about him?"

"I know not what you mean," Elrond replied, making the same face as a hobbit-child that had broken a plate and was trying to cover up his mishap.

Gandalf only gave him a knowing smile.

“How did you know?” Elrond conceded.

“I know now,” Gandalf replied with a wink.

Under deck, Lady Galadriel almost stumbled over a small wooden flute, and went to look for its owner.

[muffinsin]

Cassandra talking about her sickle: hes my best friend, hes my pal, hes my homeboy, my rotten solider, hes my sweet cheese, my good time boy.

*All of the sisters*

Cassandra: we drank the blood of some people but the people were on drugs and now i’m a wizard.

Daniela: nandor, the a fucking ghost on the front lawn

Bela traumatising cassandra right back

Bela: Gizmo try out the dildos Mmm how are the dildo?

Also bela: There fine

*Cassandra curling up and screeching*

Courtesy of what we do in the shadows

Also good morning muffin!

-deluded anon

Good morning everyone! I slept in too much🙇‍♀️🙃 Good morning hon, how are you today? How’s the work going?

Why can I picture Cassandra talking about and praising her sickle constantly XD

I think I get that reference! I know painfully little of the show