#my poor dumb babies

[masterqwertster]

Shaking Bells Hells by the shoulders again: You had a very good recon mission just seeing the other side of the Bloody Bridge and extracting basic info in a small town. Take a moment to report back to people in power all the useful things you already learned. Get more spells/supplies from them. Then continue to the heart of the enemy. Time is short, but probably not so short that you can't take an extra hour or two to do that. Keyleth can tree teleport and she knows where you were. She just couldn't immediately jump to you because she had things to do/settle first. It's a war, powerful people can't come to your aid at the drop of a hat.

[capychupacabra]

I love these moochers so much

[umbrarkzoo]

my friend over on youtube and twitter let me animate an audio she made lol

but yeah, Baby and Mike roughhoused a little to far i guess 

[mybrainislostinagalaxyfarfaraway]

My Star wars Thoughts Today:

•I'm sure this has probably already been done somewhere, but the scene on Revenge of The Sith where Palpatine is laughing in the Senate hover (bumper) cars hall, dubbed over with Mandarc's voice from Dexter's Labratory.

You're welcome.

•Commander Fox trying to explain his problem/s to his brothers with only screaming and emphatic hand gestures.

(They panic hug him when he starts crying after they both just give him thumbs up.)

•Star Wars The Clone Wars movie set Au where the actor playing Anakin can't stop bursting out laughing after every single one of his 'Dark and brooding scenes', making the other's join in with him.

The actors playing the clones are a huge family of Kiwi's and are a mix of husbands, fathers, brothers, cousins, nephews etc and they're always caught goofing off or breaking the fourth wall during filming and are the absolute life blood of the set always making each other and everyone burst out laughing, or into tears during really emotional scenes.

The Togruta actress playing Ahsoka impressing everyone with her screeching, Pteradactal impressions.

The actors playing Anakin and Padme giggling whenever they have a cutesy love scene together. The actors playing the clones make it harder by making kissing noises and stupid faces in the background.

•One of the clone Commanders pops his helmet on one of his little baby vod's heads and all the entire battalion hears is 30 parsecs of a raspberry playing over their shared speaker out of nowhere.

Bonus if it's somehow an open comm channel so anyone in the vicinity of the clones can hear it too.

Imagine several clones sitting in an important meeting and both them and the Jedi suddenly hear that noise crackle over the clone's comms.

1. "And General Greivous' ship the - *Pbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbt~*"

They all stop and stare.

Now Obi-Wan Kenobi can never get that noise out of his head whenever he thinks of or has to face General Greivous -Hence why he never really takes him seriously.

2. A clone is cleaning his weapon and all his brothers around him hear is-

"*Pbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbt~*"

He stops cleaning and stares at his Vod who all stare right back at him, a mixture of disgust and amusement on their faces as they all begin walking out of their shared barracks.

"Keep it to y'self Vod."

"Dis-GUSTING."

"Uh, no, wait! I didn't-!"

"Yeah, yeah, Surrrre~ STANK Vod."

"My name is Tanker-"

"*Distant* Not anymore it's not!"

*Tanker let's out a miserable noise*

3. Another clone trooper named Charmer is trying to 'Charm' his way into the pants of a Senator's intern when that sound goes off over his helmet comm.

"How about you and me go out?"

"A little dinner, a little dancing, a little-*Pbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbt~*"

He's left standing there, embarrassed as she runs away, a hand over her mouth and nose to contain her hysterical laughter.

And The Clone Commander is having an absolutely great time sitting back and watching his little Vod cause some chaos.

(They never figure out who it was either.)

[dennisboobs]

Things I need to happen in It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia s17:

Robert McElhenney III stops being worried about Mac being ~Bad Gay Rep~ and rather than having him consistently be More Sympathetic and Less Bad than the other members of the gang he's also shown as being manipulative and cruel and having some sort of character again outside of being Dennis' stupid, pathetic lost pet a Gay Man.

Do you guys remember when Mac was "bossy" and "the brains".

[ssaraexposs]

Is this the man Akutagawa died for?

YES.

[workingchemistry]

Anakin is still debating what he wants to say when he takes a seat next to his captain on a temple balcony. The pain bleeding into The Force from Rex is intense enough that it makes Anakin’s breath catch in his ribs.

Rex makes the decision for him, staring out across the planet skyline, and breaks the silence. “He Named me.”

Anakin hadn’t known that. He doesn’t know much about how clones choose their names. He’d assumed that Rex had heard the name somewhere or that if someone else had named him then it had been Cody. The two are thick as thieves and it’s clear their relationship predates being deployed together.

“Shereshoy, Resh for short.” Rex continues on, thankfully not needing a response from Anakin. In fact, if it weren’t for Anakin’s knowledge of Clone environmental awareness, he might think Rex is entirely unaware of his presence. “Said anyone brave enough to wear their mutations had earned a name.”

Anakin understands slavery. He understands making impossible choices and putting your hope in someone who ultimately fails you. He understands how it feels both to leave and to be left behind.

He doesn’t think he understands this.

[eggtrolls]

Princess Jellybean doesn't know it yet but she's going to the V-E-T on Tuesday for an annual checkup. Unfortunately because of her tragic backstory (a bus driver found her on the street, panicked on how to contain the cat he had just trapped, put her in a box, and then taped it shut with no holes for an unknown amount of time), she hates being in her carrier more than anything on earth. So we're spending this weekend doing desensitization therapy by having the carrier out on the floor and putting treats inside, putting her in for short periods of time, etc. in the hopes that there will be less caterwauling/fear-pissing. It's a 15-20 minute walk to the office but I get an Uber there and back to minimize how upset she is :(

[cinnamonest]

for the interaction requests (hope I'm doing this right!) Xiao + "Xiao, will you please take me outside? Please, please, please? I want to feel grass and see wildflowers and dip my feet in a stream. I miss the world."

Bless you anon my sweet boy

Also sorry if it's not quite right but I took it to be in like a whiny tone bc I love whiny darlings

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You didn't like the silence that followed. It told you, if nothing else, that your request was not going to be met with an immediate agreement. Not that you were expecting immediate agreement, but it was frustrating nonetheless.

You couldn't see his face, your back was pressed to his chest where you lay in bed, and even so, it was far too dark in this tiny, dreary room to see much anyway.

But he sat up nonetheless, looking down at you. You couldn't make out any displeasure, more of a neutral expression, which was a good start, you supposed. It wasn't that slight frown and narrowed eyes that usually indicated your request was outright upsetting. He looked downward, to the side, eyes avoiding contact with yours.

"I can make you a stream. In here."

You clenched your jaw. It was more or less the answer you were anticipating, and you certainly weren't expecting to have your wish granted, but you still had some hope there would be some consideration, that it wouldn't be met with immediate refusal or attempt to negotiate into something less.

You inhaled. Exhaled. Long and deep.

"I mean outside. The real world. Not the yard out there."

The abode had a brief grassy patch that surrounded this concrete slab of a room, but it was largely devoid of anything but dull grass that felt artificial to the touch, lacked moisture and sleekness. That was, on the very rare occasion you were even allowed to venture there. From what you understood, landforms of various kinds could be added and modified at will with the assistance of some spirit or another, so a stream was likely well within the realm of possibility. Still, you imagined it would have the same feeling of inauthenticity, and really, part of it was a matter of principle. You wanted to go outside, and seeing as you felt there was no reason why you shouldn't be able to, a familiar irritated persistence took hold.

"That wouldn't be any different from one I can have created in here," he replied. "I can get all of those things. You don't need to leave."

You huffed, letting your arm drape over your face, forearm covering your eyes. "It's different."

Your voice was a whine. You knew better than to do this, really. There was no need to start an inevitable conflict. Reasonably, you should just let it go, drop the matter entirely. But the frustration was simply too unbearable. It followed a pattern, frustration would build up over multiple incidents, until you finally caved to it, usually at inopportune moments.

The initial question created a tension in the tranquility, but the raise in volume and the change in your tone began to escalate that tension. It always did. Likewise, you could hear a rising frustration in his own voice, a shift in tone, beginning to get irritated and defensive.

"How?"

"The air is different," you grumbled. "Fresh air is..." You made a circular gesture with your other wrist, "special. Nothing feels the same. I can tell the difference."

"That's all in your head." He was quick to respond. "It is no different from the water and air in here."

Your fingers curled, you raised your arm just enough to show your eyes to look directly at him. "Would it really be that hard to just take me out? For five minutes? You can watch me. You could literally stand right there the whole time."

He folded his arms, eyes narrowing. His voice was a bit quieter as he responded. "We have been over this before. You already proved yourself untrustworthy with such an opportunity." His voice carried a tone of irritation and resentment, no doubt from thinking of the incident in question.

You exhaled another long, frustrated breath. It was true that you had had one prior opportunity, and essentially ruined it. It was early on, and looking back, you felt incredibly stupid for trying such a weak plan.

You'd reached a compromise and gone out into the wilderness, far away from any other humans, but conveniently an area where you thought you might be able to hide yourself within the nearby trees. You'd tried the only strategy you could think of. You had pulled, and he had actually fallen for, the 'what's that thing over there?' trick. He had turned to the direction you pointed in, taking a moment, responding with a 'what thing?' only to turn back and realize you had taken the momentary opportunity to run off. Not that you got very far, soon tackled to the ground in less than a minute, and immediately dragged back.

Predictably, the incident had been a sore subject ever since its occurrence (no doubt largely due to it being your default target for teasing and mocking when you felt like it), and it had been the first and last time you were ever allowed back into the real world.

You opened your mouth, but hesitated. You could feel an increasing tension. It was obvious you would not get what you wanted, and you knew that persisting beyond this point would do nothing but make both of you more upset.

You clamped your jaw shut, swallowed your frustration, and rolled over onto your stomach. Your voice was muffled as you spoke.

"Fine. Forget I asked."

A few more seconds passed in silence. There was a heavy weight to the quiet.

He sighed. "You can have what you want. You've merely convinced yourself to be discontent with anything less than your terms because you are stubborn."

But that alone broke your resolution to end the matter peacefully. The sentence made a burst of anger flare up in your chest. You bolted upright.

"Oh, I'm stubborn?" You couldn't help the raised volume to your voice, the way your eyes narrowed and your features contorted with annoyance. "You're calling me stubborn?"

His eyes widened, shifting slightly away from your outburst. His expression almost seemed surprised, as if genuinely caught off-guard by the statement. His eyebrows furrowed. "In what way am I stubborn?"

You glared, nose scrunching up. Your eyes narrowed. "Are you serious? Even trying to get you to consider anything I say is like arguing with a brick wall."

But rather than an immediate reply, he paused, looking back at you with a blank stare. "...What?"

You huffed, raising your hand up to rub at the bridge of your nose. "It's a saying. A colloquialism."

"It doesn't make sense. That's not possible."

"I— I know. That's the point."

"That's not animate. Nor sentient."

"I know! It—ugh!" You squeezed your eyes shut in frustration. "It means that arguing with you is pointless because you won't even budge. You don't compromise on anything."

He nodded. "Yes. I can't afford to be compromising with you. Your wants are careless and foolish. You would be harmed." After a pause, he added, "if you know it's pointless, why do you still try to argue so often?"

You clenched your jaw, buried your face in your hands, taking a moment to collect yourself. He had a way of infuriating you with that combination of bluntness and transparency, without saying much at all.

After a moment, you shuffled back, pulling the sheets away from your body, and raised one of your calves. The chain made a soft jingling noise as the movement caused it to swing. You gestured with your hand to the spot where the cusp was bound to your ankle, eyes half-lidded in an unamused, exasperated expression.

"And this?"

He paused. Looking at the binding, blinking. Eyes flickering back to your face, to the binding, them back to you again.

"I don't see what you mean."

You let out a deep exhale through your nostrils. Your fingers curled, grasping at the sheets. "You think," you let your leg fall back onto the mattress, shuffling to reposition yourself upright, speaking through clenched teeth, "that keeping someone locked in a tiny room for years and refusing to let them leave for five minutes," you leaned forward, "isn't stubborn?"

But he did not miss a beat. "That is different." He held out a hand in an explanatory gesture. "It's a matter of ensuring your well-being. Whereas you insist on making frivolous and unnecessary demands."

You opened your mouth to retort again, but fell silent. Your shoulders went slack, and you put a hand up to your forehead, rubbing at your temples.

This wasn't worth it. It never was. You let yourself fall back onto the mattress, and once again rolled over face-down, burying your face into the pillow.

"Just... forget it. Fine. Make it in here, I guess."

You waited for a reply, but were met with silence. Either he didn't know how to respond, or trying to provoke you into saying something more. Likely the former — if he just wanted you to continue, he would say so, always very direct, so much so you weren't certain he would even think to do otherwise.

"...Only if you apologize."

You turned your head to the side, just enough to look at him, but didn't sit up. "For what?"

"You have been hostile and unnecessarily aggressive."

You immediately turned your face back downward. "You're out of your mind."

He was quiet for a moment, but finally responded once more, voice a quiet, bitter grumble. "Then you will have to accept staying in here."

You didn't respond, but you supposed that, combined with your heavy exhale, was an answer in and of itself. You let your body go limp against the mattress. Getting into these spats was always so tiring.

He did have a point. You had almost never successfully persuaded him to do anything, so much so that trying often felt pointless. Maybe that was stubborn, but if so, you would gladly accept being stubborn.

You didn't make any move to do something petulant like squirm away or swat at him when he laid back down by your side, though. That would just lead to a whole new session of bickering, and you had had enough of that for one day. Or whatever unit of time could be used in a dark, windowless room.

[blackraged]

Sova's Voice Mail

What he says:

"Commander, please accept my sincerest apologies. In my zealousness, I may have set the Danger Room to...slightly above the recommended safety limit. As a result, I have received a non-life-threatening injury, which I can assure you, will not interrupt my duties. I am on the way to medical, as we speak. Once I'm treated, I will ensure that the blood on the floor is cleaned. It is a slipping hazard. And for this, again, I apologize. Speak to you soon."

What he actually means:

"Commander, I fucked up. I was trying to prove to you and everyone else, that I'm still worthy, so I set the Danger Room to the highest level possible, to see if I can beat it on my own. Turns out, I cannot. But, despite my 7 broken ribs, the blood trail that I'm leaving behind and the big open wound across my stomach, I am still good to go. I'm currently crawling to medical in pain, but I don't want you or anyone to know that, so don't worry about me. Please do not check out the danger room before I cleaned it, because I lost a lot of fucking blood, and people might slip on it. Again, I am really sorry and I swear I am still useful. Please don't kick me out."

[jujutsustraycats]

I HAVE A QUESTION, BSD FANS AND THEORISTS– (for manga readers only, for now)

This has been probably said before, but...

So we know how abilities dissipate when the user dies, right? In other words, the ability stops working when the soul has left the body, right?

And we also know that Stoker's ability can turn others into vampires, dead or alive. So basically, the ability will reanimate a dead person, while not imitating the original soul.

But the thing is, technically, if the ability-user was dead before being infected by Bram's ability, they would only have the effects of that ability, and not their own, because they're dead and don't have a soul. Right?

Right? We still have hope, right?

[bounbaby]

Dean: Do you have a boyfriend?

Team: I don't.

Me: YOU WOULD IF YOU JUST FUCKING TALKED TO EACH OTHER

[eddiesghxst]

Pof eddie seeing birdie go on a date with james and getting so upset he drinks himself stupid by himself and wakes up in the mourning covered in paper from his journal covered in lyrics and cords

“Give me your mind your heart, but please don’t leave me with a love that burns/and don’t use me as your fool/cause my heart cant stand another lie”

He gets to the studio on a rare day off they have and starts playing this low bluesy riff thats nothing like he’s ever written before and everyones jaw just drops at it he’s still a little drunk and his words are slurred just a tad and Jeff just stares at birdie as she walks in half way and sits there in shock then it all clicks for everyone

🎸annon

FFFFFUCJJJKKKK

GOD NOW I WANT TO FLIP EVERYTHING AROUND THAT I HAVE SO FAR BC THIS IS ANGSTYYYY

THE LYRICS ?! THE MELANCHOLY FROM EDDIE ?! MH POOR BABIES

[femboyishcharm]

i am once again begging astarion to quit successfully negging my poor tav

[toughtink]

got caught up on spy x family manga and 😱😱😱 it gave me my favorite feelings to get from identity shenanigans i’m so excited for whatever comes next!!! that spyx sure can family!

spoilers in tags

[ihaventcomeupwthanameforaheroyet]

Just remembered a beard is (or was?) also a slang term for a gay man's fake girlfriend and I am so fine right now.

-Why is there no red beard, my friend?

-She dumped me for another guy.

-What?

-What?

Also Thorne boasting how his beard was "thick and long"? OK fine. 👀