#i love him he's my favorite fish

[breoasis]

Swamp creature Codfather design ref because he's so babygorl

[h20milk]

(★ ω ★) what the dog(s) doing!!!! (★ ω ★)

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"Sounds like Dorian alright," Randall chuckled; even as a boy, his best friend seemed to take any and all opportunities he found to try and throw a party, and although these attempts didn't always pan out, he still tried. Even as a child, Randall knew it wasn't because Dorian enjoyed being the center of these parties (unlike what some suspected), it was simply because he wanted everyone to have a good time drinking, dancing, playing party games, and just overall having fun, and that especially went for Randall, who got to enjoy some of these lavish get-togethers through Dorian, who always insisted his best friend and his mother get to join in.

(And who knew-maybe that'd still be the case once they made it to California; Dorian throwing parties. They'd probably be scaled down from the wildly over-the-tip ones held at Gracey Manor, of course, but he could see his dear friend still putting quite a few on for even the most minute of celebrations.)

"I wish I could see these dresses too," he smiled, brightening at the idea of making him and Emily matching outfits, and especially giving his all when it came to his bride's dresses; he'd never do anything by half when it came to her. It was a shame she couldn't have brought them back with her from the future, he really would've liked to see them (and see if he'd any gotten better post-mortem-Lord knew he had all the time in the world to practice and improve!)

"Did you, uh, have a favorite that I made, for a particular party, I mean?"

[caterpillarinacave]

The people on TikTok thirsting over Jeremy Wade are the MOST VALID INDIVIDUALS ON THIS PLANET

[thefaketeam]

why did taylor swift go to the lana del rey school of silly song titles for this album

[killjoy-prince]

Started a new file on stardew and I forgot how much work I gotta put in during my first year to make myself and the farm look semi functional

Doesn't help that I picked the Beach farm so the layout is completely different from what I'm used to. I'll be trying to clear stuff out and lose track of where I am and go

WHERE THE HELL AM I???

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: February 26

“Diamonds in the Mud” by Gerry Cinnamon

[lesbaurinkos]

Through all the noise we have somehow managed to find each other… the only two FFXIV phannies im aware of. If only there were more of us because really there’s so much to talk about

firstly can we talk about the fact that Dan went for a Canon Miqo Suncat Name, Tia and all, which is so on brand—meanwhile Phil with Miko Stryker over there because it sounds cool, you just KNOW Dan gave him shit about it lmao

the matching carbuncles… I wonder if they headcanoned Phil summoning them for them, since he played SMN

And I gotta mention the ceremony of bonding. You think they have rings? They’re so useful they gotta have the rings right? Even if not to be sappy… that teleport is so nice… no way those catboys aren’t married

MY BRETHRENNNN there needs to be more of us in this world bc there is TRULY SO MUCH TO THINK ABOUTTTT like honestly. after phil dropped miko's name and i went to look at him on the lodestone and then thought "oh i should try to find dan's wol too" my immediate thought was "dan probably gave his a canon suncat name honestly. i should start looking for tias" and to absolutely no surprise..... it's just so so so fitting that he'd do a canon-style name and phil would of COURSE go for MIKO STRIKER. as absolutely unsurprising as the fact that phil's ingame title is bug boy.... like of course it is. of COUURSE (the fact they both have gold saucer titles too like ok lads i see the priorities. chocobo racing and gambling, is it)

the matching carbuncles just cannot stop taking me out like my god i looked at their mounts wanting to see if they'd finished endwalker (they HAVENT- no argos- but they do have their edw artifact gear so they must have stopped right before ultima thule? LADS go play ultima thule and cry smh) but like oh u just KNOW phil named his smn carbuncles and carbuncle mount and everything. (and i did too because i started out as a smn. named my carby cherry tomato. phil just gets me. dan being a monk player is similarly unsurprising because it is such a confusing class of course he would choose to put himself through that. oh danny) (every monk player i know is both gay and left-handed? some kind of correlation... who knows)

AND OH GOD THE CEREMONY OF BONDING. this haunts me so bad bc we just dont know.......... they could have gay married those catboys and we just wouldnt know................ head in my hands. head in my haaands

[wereh0gz]

If I ever see you call big the cat some nasty shit like the r slur you will catch this block my friend

[crowtits]

so do we all agree that syd was remaking her favorite dish for marcus is 1x08? That carmy's dish the chilean sea bass with the tomato confit etc etc? idk maybe it's just me but the way she pauses after marcus asks what her favorite dish was, as she's serving the plate, feels very weighted to me. There's a beat, the two thoughts are not connected, and then syd adds the lemon and we're distracted from the point. and maybe I'm just reading too much into her expression, but she seems a little disappointed when all she gets for a review is 'really, really, good'.

But then!! when marcus asks her what her favorite dish was again and she admits that carmy made it, all she says about the meal specifically is that it was 'really, really, good,' obviously a direct call back to marcus's review of her dish!! and again, I'm probably just reading too much into ayo's wonderful microexpressions, but syd does seem disappointed that her dish hasn't given marcus that same feeling

and idk. there's just something about syd making her favorite dish for someone else, and then not being able to give them that same feeling that she had. breaks my heart a little bit ya know?

[lightningwaters]

[florida3exclamationpoints]

Yall wanna hear about smth? good im gonna rant in the tags anyway

[ricetunamayo]

childe's character is such a sweet thing to think about when you allow yourself to go into heavy detail about all the little things that complete him. from the exterior we meet a man that prides himself on being his archontess' weapon, so much so that even his outfit is inspired by this motivation. he is a bloody, combact knife. with all the red fabric, and jewels that complete it, that adorn it? this is a loyal man, loyal to being someone's weapon.

but in the same breath, in a shocking contrast to his life motivations... childe is a man of comunity, and a family oriented one at that. sure, all of the harbingers are idolized in their country, and all of them represent different things that they must carry out in their duty. but childe....despite being a weapon, indulges in domestic things. so much so that, it even gives the impression of him living for his community, to the fullest, to make up for all the things he wont reach to be in the future. when his duty finally claims him as another weapon fallen in battle.

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

Having to try so hard to reign myself in when someone I know talks about using that Caesar guy’s Alfa dog training methods and I have to try so hard not to come off as crazy when I explain how those don’t actually work that well and can impact your relationship with your dog

The dog person: you prefer cats though and they’re different

[rafayelism]

dating the love and deepspace boys | domestic moments

featuring: rafayel, xavier, and zayne x gn!reader

(´• ω •`) ♡ modern au! can you guys tell raf is my favorite..?

rafayel

a year younger than you. lies to everyone (including you) that he’s actually two years your senior. you only found out he was younger than you when you met his parents, who have his birth certificate framed. 

hates cats. despises them. they fill him with rage (fear). says he’s allergic (he’s lying).

“oh shit raf, this sucks! i guess you can’t move in with me.. i have cats”

“...you have cats?”

“yeah. 3.”

“i’m not allergic. i can move in tonight.”

chronically online. minoring in marine biology and majoring in annoying you. texts you over 200 times a day and if you don’t respond, he’s faking a horrible chronic illness. again. it’s amnesia on wednesdays, appendicitis on thursdays, chronic migraines on fridays… etc..

he has 2 followers on his private twitter. you and thomas. 

over 700k followers on instagram for some reason? he sells paintings on depop (he says it's depop but you’re convinced he sells them for heinous prices on the black market) 

cooks on occasion? has an apron that says kiss me im irish (he's not irish?) made you a tuna cupcake once?? 

pescatarian. not in the vegan/vegetarian way where he refuses to eat red meat but because he’s absolutely feral over fish. (is this cannibalism? he says its not)

lives in a 2 bedroom apartment with you but doesn’t use his bedroom. says your bed is comfier. turned his bedroom into a painting studio (IT’S for the black market you say!!) and sleeps with you. 

“raf,” you sigh. “don’t you have.. homework or something?” 

he sits between your legs, back against your chest as he scrolls through his phone. 

“yeah,” he says. you flick the back of his head because you know he’s smirking. “it’s called assignment: you. due in two minutes.” 

with his free hand, he reaches back mindlessly to grab yours. you sigh, fingers intertwining with his, a reflex as he leans his head back. his eyes meet yours and you can’t help but laugh. 

“well?” you ask, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he squeezes your hand. “what are the assignment details?” 

he chews on the bottom of his lip as he thinks, humming while his eyes wander across your face. he swings your interlocked hands in circles. it’s raining outside, the heater is on, and rafayel is warm like hot chocolate. 

“what?” he says, his cheeks a tinge pink. “you’re looking at me like that again.” a pause. he turns, his head now buried in your chest.

“just studying my homework.” you say, hands instinctively wrapping around his back. the laundry machine is running in the background, rain is falling against the window, and you faintly hear your rice cooker dinging in the kitchen. home, you think, is with rafayel.

“i can hear your heartbeat.” he says, voice muffled. “it’s super fast. you like me or something?” 

“i really like you.” you say, without skipping a beat. rafayel groans into your chest, sighing in discontent. 

“no fair. i’m supposed to be the flirter.” 

you press a kiss onto the top of his head and you feel his body melt into yours. the two of you fall into a warm silence, his breath steady as he traces paintings into your neck. 

“raf?” you mumble, eyes drooping. he hums in response. “did you pass your assignment?” 

he smiles. “with flying colors.” 

xavier

chronic napper. (yapper?) 

has 100 late assignments. failing all of his classes yet got into the top university in your country because he got a perfect score on his entrance exams. you thought he was a nepo baby (turns out he’s just.. smart?)

his procrastination rubs off on you… he is the WORST distraction and he knows it. so smug about it and uses it to his own advantage. will perch on top of you when you’re studying and kiss down your neck until you go to sleep with him. 

lives in the apartment on top of yours but is at your house most days, if not all. you ask him to move in.

“am i not already.. living with you?” 

“don’t you still have your apartment, though?”

“yeah..?”

 is that good for the economy?? is it financially smart? not at all, but he’s too lazy to move out and put his apartment up for lease. 

xavier sleeps with his legs entangled with yours and his arms wrapped tightly around your chest. the air conditioning hums in the background as you scroll mindlessly on your phone, dimming the brightness as you hear xavier stir. 

“sorry xav, did i wake you up?” you ask. he doesn’t respond, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he glares at your phone. 

“xavier?” you question, swallowing a laugh at his ruffled hair and disheveled clothes. 

“phone down.” he says, voice raspy with sleep and an octave lower than usual. you raise an eyebrow at him. 

“can i get a pretty please in this economy?” 

xavier’s eyes narrow as he snatches your phone away, snoozing the device and placing it on the nightstand next to you. his lips ghost your neck, pressing kisses against your skin as he mumbles incoherently in the dark of your bedroom. 

“xavier-” you breathe, giggling at the sensation. “that tickles!” 

he nips at your neck. 

“bedtime. now.” 

zayne

3 years older than you 

he literally has his whole life together at 27 which scares you so much

“my credit card is your credit card” typa boyfriend

cooks. cleans. has a 9-5. you’re interning at the hospital that he works at (he’s head doctor!!)

you’re just a sweet little intern and zayne is the big bad monster!! everyone at work thinks he hates you because he’s extra strict on you. doesn’t give you any special treatment, ‘ignores’ you most days (but also slips meals into your locker and hands you heat packs on cold days in the hospital)

no one knows he’s dating you until one day someone sees you leaving in zaynes car. 

“oh, you carpool with doctor zayne?”

“huh? no, we live together.”

“you WHAT???”

he’s a virgo……. erm……

the two of you get ready together in the morning. his guard is down when he’s sleepy and he’ll cling to you as he brushes his teeth and does his hair.

you wake up to the cold night breeze, blinking the sleep out of your eyes and shivering as you scan your surroundings. you yelp as you meet the attentive gaze of your boyfriend. 

“huh? whuh? huh?” you splutter, squirming as zayne holds you tighter. he’s carrying you bridal style in his arms, his jacket around your shoulders as the two of you walk to his car. you see the bright lights of akso hospital fading away behind the two of you. 

“it’s two am,” he says calmly, placing you down gently as he opens your car door for you. “you waited for my shift to end. again.” 

you smile bashfully, rubbing the back of your head. “well, i didn’t wanna just leave you!” 

zayne clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, eyebrows furrowed but gaze warm. he guides you into your seat, clicking your seatbelt in place. 

“you can nap on the way home,” he says, closing the door and sliding into his side of the car. 

the heater’s on already- courtesy of his super expensive electric car. he fastens his own seatbelt and hands you a hot tea and bread from the hospital vending machine. 

“drink up. doctor’s orders.” 

you grin before he leans over to press a kiss on your lips. 

“thank you for waiting for me.”

[evilyaoi]

when i was a kid we had a tank of cichlids and other Assorted Fish and my favorite was a black catfish who i named midnight. however the other fish in the tank were quite literally eating him alive so after a certain point my parents decided to put him out of his misery by removing him from the water and putting him on the front porch to die. i don't remember what was done with the body but i do remember crying a lot. the other fish all died later on when we went out of town and came back home to realize that the power had gone out at some point and either the water had stopped filtering or they had all been electrocuted or something but in any case each and every one of them was floating