#miscounting

[pestorik]

TWST x adventure time: octavinelle

introducing the most emotionally abusive toxic bosses you will ever work for :)

[daily-odile]

tea (2)

[fence-time]

I just got called a freak by my friend cuz I use the lowest setting?….. I asked them and they said full volume I asked a couple others and they said very high / full volume .. I need others to confirm I’m not insane. ?

[burins]

to the morning come

3k, superbat + jason

set immediately after batman 641 (the under the red hood helmet reveal)

angst, love, Jason Todd being bitchy

written for @superbatweek2024 day 5, "we are family." I would apologize for taking a very cute sweet prompt and doing this with it but well. I am who I am! (and I could have made it even worse.)

Clark was curled up on his couch with takeout and the Criterion channel, picking at the worn place in his sock where his invulnerable toe was poking through the not-invulnerable fabric, when the call came. "It's Jason," Bruce said, on the other end of the League communicator, and Clark was in Gotham so quickly that he almost forgot to put shoes on, which was saying something, because they were built into his costume.

[otlwoozi]

BREAKING NEWS: Woozi Day

[blaiddraws]

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living inside someone's house is one thing but reading their personal journal on top of that is just too much 😔

(also. beard.... he is not a fan.)

ANYWAY DON'T ASK HOW LONG THOSE POKEBALLS TOOK DON'T ASK (i drew them like three separate times because my hand was shaking too much and i forgot i had stroke smoothening settings. until i finished them. so i-- yeah anyway.)

EDIT: SHIT. OTHER SWEARS. ETC. HOW DID I MISCOUNT AND DRAW 7 POKEBALLS. HOW. HOW. OTZ

[emprcaesar]

honor this. honor that. JAIME HOW ABOUT YOU GET A FUCKING JOB. do some manual labor get some dirt under your nails. have your dad yell at you because you’re not holding a flashlight right. fucking pave a drive way pussy. work in 90 degree weather with the sun beating down on you. work a blue collared job jaime lannister. stop with this honor bullshit.

[beebopboom]

I constantly think about our Wheel of Misfortune

and the fact that it is slightly off centered - if it was centered Aziraphale’s sword would probably be covering the Libra sign, and we all know Earth is a Libra

but no it’s covering Scorpio

[yetanotherknitter]

*dad mode intensifies*

[toskarin]

scoffing at people for having trouble with cz/ć only to turn around and immediately trip over the difference in χαρούμενη/χαίρομαι exploding violently

[daily-odile]

Hello!!! I love your blog and the daily Odile pics- they're done so well, and it's so nice to see them!! If you have a moment, could I please request Odile with a cane? Maybe sif too if you have time? Old person and chronic pain after the loops HC my beloveds <33 (thank you!!)

canes n crutches n such~

[m1d-45]

the wind knows

summary: a series of haikus to ‘imposter’ reader, wherein kazuha knows the truth

word count: ~600

-> warnings: spoilers for inazuma archon quest / kazuha lore? implied violence? imposter au things- it’s implied reader dies, so……

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yum1x

< masterlist >

many letters were scrapped, left to sit in the trash. when pen finally meets proper page, the sun has long since set. still, the motions are careful and sure, as if it hadn’t taken hours of preparation to bear fruit.

the world has waited

for the brightest star to fall

i have waited too

the faint scent of the sea stains the poem, the wax seal dusted with salt. contained within the envelope is the product of boredom at the docks, impatience vented onto paper.

an ocean between

the trip is bound by man’s speed

you are worth the wait

the high point of the crow’s nest allows for far sight, land appearing on the horizon a precious few moments before anybody below notices. words seem to appear in the mind, bandages staining with ink in the hasty retrieval of paper. once down, it would be transferred to something neater, but that is not the priority.

the geo-filled spires

meet together with crashing water

i hope we meet soon.

words are heard, names are called. even after a day of searching, of following the wind that has never led astray, nothing is found. nobody is found. the captain of the fleet makes a comment that goes unheard, thoughts caught up in new lines. a hand traces them out, even if there’s only air below; it’s never meant to be sent, after all.

liyue is empty

of nothing but what’s needed

where could you have gone?

the next day is just as fruitless, nobody at the docks reporting anything new. the wind brings him a small cluster of torn up pages, the familiar writing of lady ningguang scrawled across them. he can’t catch full phrases, the paper scraps too small, but the very fact that the shredded snow had fallen scares him in a way it shouldn’t. the wind warns, but of what?

rumors cross the streets

the air is taught with tension

please let it rest soon

the harbor bustles with more life than normal. people shout and cry, everybody slowly moving away from the docks and deeper into the city. sailors are confused, having only barely returned, but a flyer hastily shoved into their hands by a vendor makes everything clear. the sharp, commanding voice of the captain reads it out, the letter of execution snatched from her hands as red eyes hope and pray it’s fake.

i hope it’s not you

even as i know it is

how could this happen?

white hair shoves through a crowd, his mind blurred with both the aura of the divine and panic from the jeering people around. bodies press in around him but he forces his way though, managing to catch glimpses of the stage. the tianquan, lazily flipping the pages of her catalyst. the funeral director, star-filled eyes now blank and empty with hatred. and him, him, the one who bears an impossible amount of geo, him who stains the air with ancient names and archaic rituals, him with a spear that shines like pure gold in the sun.

kazuha finally bursts through the crowd, the eyes of the millelith snapping to him as he stumbles on the bricks below. it doesn’t matter. he’s too late.

for the second time, somebody he loved dies at the hands of an unfeeling god.

heretical sin

the world itself cries in pain

how could you leave me?

[good-to-drive]

Broke: George's presence is so minimal on Now and Then because Paul doesn't care about him anymore.

Woke: Paul included George as much as possible and this is a clear sign that he DOES still care about him.

Bespoke: When Paul realized he forgot to include George he sat up and screamed into the camera like Catherine O'Hara in Home Alone.

[alsteneldoeight]

two tulios. twolios if you will

[yangjeongin]

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