#i do not like this one that much

[fuel-me-coffee]

Tea break and butterflies

((Screwllum x Reader, Fluff, CW: probably ooc, implications of reader having accidentally consumed hazardous liquids in the past))

The floral aroma of brewing tea filled the air around you as you sat at a small round table in a garden house with your lover. Your attention was drawn away by the flock of vibrant yellow-cyan butterflies floating around the two of you as the man poured the drinks: a cup of lavender black tea for you and some motor oil for himself. As he finished pouring the drinks, he slid your cup in your direction before you got a chance to grab it yourself, the incident from last time where you almost ended up chugging a cup worth of oil still inscribed clearly in his memory. You smile softly at the gesture as you pick up the cup, Screwllum mirroring your actions, albeit replacing the smile with a small nod. As you sip your tea, he asks:

"Have these butterflies caught your attention?"

"Yes, they're quite beautiful!"–the excited notes in your voice are like a beautiful melody to Screwllum's ears. If he had the capability for physical sensations, he sure it would be making him feel fuzzy all over, – "the color of their wings is so bright compared to other types I've seen before,"–you put a finger on your chin as you squinted slightly at a nearby butterfly: "Hmm, they look kind of like your eyes."

"Do they? How so?"

"Yes, the tips of their wings, see?"–at this moment one of the butterflies landed on your finger, and you took the opportunity to bring it closer to Screwllum's eye level.

"It indeed appears so. Ergo, I must remark you have exceptional pattern-spotting skills, y/n."–he replied after a momentary observation of the subject presented to him.

Your grin grew wider. How could you not smile after receiving a compliment from one of the greatest minds of the genius society, who on top of that was also your lovely partner?

"Allow me to present an observation of my own,"–Screwllum proposed, setting down the butterfly atop your head, it merely lazily clapping it's wings during the process.

"Go on"–your curiosity was piqued.

"These butterflies are quite beautiful and gentle in their nature, quite alike yourself. Affirmative: I think it would be suitable to call you "butterfly", too."

Screwllum looked on as a gear turned in your head, cup suspended mid-air with your hands. Eventually your face flushed as the meaning behind the genius's words fully sunk into your brain. He let out a small chuckle as you scrambled for a response to the flattering words that spilled out of his mouth oh so naturally, the lights of his eyes flickering in sync with his voice.

[asoftspotforangels]

some of my favorite woven tapestries, by Cecilia Blomberg:

Point Defiance Steps

Mates

Rising Tides

Vashon Steps

[spitblaze]

[guy who doesnt watch shows voice] yeah ive been meaning to watch that show

[captainjonnitkessler]

>Join a union

>Hear people constantly complaining that the current union leadership is super corrupt, it's all just the same ten guys making all the decisions in secret and nobody else in the union ever gets to know what's going on

>Go to the monthly union meetings that are completely open to all 1200 union members

>The only attendees are the same ten guys every month, giving detailed reports about everything that's going on

[a-drama-addict]

not caring too much about a fandom’s favourite guy is the worst. you’ll think “oh i’ll look into the tag see if anything new and cool’s there” and it’s just that fucking guy again

[morningsaidthemoon]

might continue work on this one,, ✨✨

[blueskittlesart]

as is tradition, happy pride from everyone's favorite transgender video game couple!!!

[supertaliart]

A continuation of my previous Skywalker Twins comic - feat Yoda part 3

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

[batcavescolony]

*Talia visiting Damian*

Talia: Damian, how are you? *glares at Dick*

Damian: I am doing well mother

Dick: *from behind him* *mouthing: why the fuck are you here?*

Talia: oh that's great! I see you have a new pet? *Mouthing back: to see MY son*

Damian: this is Haley, Grayson's dog, she's staying with me while he goes on a mission.

Dick: *flipping Talia off where Damian can't see* yep, he's so good with animals

Talia: I'm aware *throws a knife at him*

Dick: *throws it back*

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[musubiki]

my favorite fields of mistria boys 🥰

[greykolla-art]

Charlie: “I’m so glad my most villain-coded friend is at full power again! 🥰💕”

*throws this to you angst goblins like raw steak* ❤️

(No I will not do a part 2!❤️)

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF Mikes talk about their extended family..

[hinamie]

I'm always pushing you away from me / but you come back with gravity / and when I call, you come home