#no cause i’m rotting

[heavenfilm]

no thoughts, head empty, just felix at the women’s fall-winter 2024 paris show for louis vuitton

[dearabsolutelynoone]

“Anthony was rather famously besotted with his wife…”

…who was in turn rather inexplicably besotted with him.”

[bruhainrot]

Whitneyyy 😏📸

big guy is living his sanrio fantasy (blackmail material)

made a lil dum didi dum dum comic too

[frnkiebby]

baby. bbyboy. sir. pls.~🎃

[carpetbug]

kagami wip 💙

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

(context for watcher/listener!sausage can be found in the “videos” tag on my blog if you want it, but this ficlet can be read without said context)

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“Y’know, of all the Hermits I was expecting to be pulling me into a dark corner tonight, I did not expect you to be first, Grian! I love the initiative!”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Grian says in a voice near a hiss. He’s got Sausage by the wrist, leading him into a small area of the upper floor of the tavern in Sanctaury that does look like it was built for the exact purpose Sausage is implying. Grian decides to ignore that as well.

“What are you doing here?” Grian’s straight to the point. He always has to be, with these Things, if he doesn’t want to get trapped in a loop of slant rhyming pleasantries.

“What do you mean?” Sausage asks, shaking his wrist out of Grian’s tight grip and leaning comfortably against the wall. “This is where I live. It’s my home. If anything, I should be asking you mysterious strangers what you’re doing here, but I’m sure you’ve heard that question enough for one day.”

“You know exactly what I mean.” Grian crosses his arms and tries his best not to look petulant, but he sure feels like it. “I thought They’d given up on trying to snatch me back, so why would They send you of all people? What’s your game?”

Sausage laughs, honest to god laughs, like he can’t believe Grian’s even asking him such a question. Grian thinks it’s a reasonable question, in this scenario, but what he thinks and what’s reasonable rarely seems to matter with these things.

“They didn’t send me,” Sausage looks him up and down in that way that makes Grian have to physically stop himself from curling inwards. This is why he never talks to Them. “Nobody sends me anywhere, they don’t tell me what to do and I like it that way! I just do my own thing. Isn’t that what you’re doing?”

“No you’re not! You’re not- you can’t be! That’s not how this works!” Grian begins to notice that he’s no longer whisper-shouting and starting to just-normal-shout and takes a deep breath, trying not to draw the attention of his friends enjoying themselves on the floor below. And, realistically, in the other dark corners Sausage seems to have built into this place.

“That’s exactly how this works. You didn’t think you were the only person who’d left, did you?”

Grian opens his mouth, closes it, and thinks. In hindsight… yeah, he had kind of assumed he’d been the only person who’d left. Not for lack of trying, probably- but They’d tried for so long to get him back, kept him closely surveilled even when They’d accepted he was gone- surely some people had caved to that pressure eventually. When there was no sign They’d ever let up, ever let you go… he could understand eventually letting it overtake you.

“Did- did you leave, too?” Grian doesn’t remember the last time he saw Sausage’s face. He didn’t know him back then, of course. He probably would’ve connected the man with the person Pearl so often spoke about sooner. But he knows it’s been a long time, maybe even longer than the last time Grian had gone There. He doesn’t think Sausage had been There, that day. This might explain why.

“Eh, not quite?”

“What-“ Grian flails, both mentally and with his arms a bit. “What do you mean not quite?”

“Exactly what I said! I was never- it’s complicated, y’know?”

“Explain. Now.”

“Well, uh,” Sausage seems to flounder for the first time since this conversation started, which Grian is choosing to take as a victory. “Look, I wasn’t- they didn’t pick me. For this, or for anything, ever. Sometimes things just happen and you get yourself into a place you shouldn’t have and then… they can’t get rid of me, I can’t get rid of them, it is what it is.”

Grian stares at him for a long moment. Really stares at him, in the same way Sausage had looked him over earlier, in the same way that makes you feel like you’re under a microscope. Judging by the sudden nerves in his eyes, Grian can assume he feels it too. Grian remembers his face. That had been the first thing he’d noticed, when the Hermits had arrived. It had been a long time since they’d seen each other, but Grian knew his face. And now that Grian was studying him, really trying to remember… he’s not sure he quite likes what memories he’s dredging up.

“What are you?”

“Grian!” Sausage’s voice drips with mock offense as he puts his hand up to partially cover his mouth. “We only just met, do you think that’s polite?”

“Answer the question,” Grian sighs. How Pearl deals with this man on the regular, he doesn’t know.

“Well, if you insist.” Sausage sighs, somehow even more exaggerated than his previous movements. “It’s just… if you’ll believe it, it’s somehow even harder to answer the first question.”

“It shouldn’t be,” Grian says. “They’re two very different People, you know.”

“But they’re the same species, when it all comes down to it. Like, you might be very different than a chicken, but you’re both birds in the long run.”

Grian pauses, fanning his wings out a bit behind him as he considers. “I don’t think that metaphor’s quite landing the way you want it to.”

“No, me neither. Anyways, let me continue.

When they don’t pick you, things go a little differently! You don’t get sorted onto one side or the other since, well, you’re not really supposed to be there? So I’m… whatever I want to be, really. I think I’m feeling like more of a Listener, today, but we’ll see how the mood shifts.”

Grian flinches at the Name, on instinct. He doesn’t know how to feel about that, so he files it away to be dealt with at a later date. As for the rest of what Sausage said-

“What?”

“You heard me.” Sausage shrugs. He’s so nonchalant, Grian thinks he might strangle him, if not for the worry that that’s exactly what he wants out of this, somehow.

“Did I? Did I hear you?” Grian wants to pace, but that requires leaving the security of the corner, so he forces his feet to root themselves to the floor. “I thought- I thought you had to- if you wanted to change sides, I thought you had to-“

Grian closes one eye and takes his thumb to it, twisting the finger into his eyelid. The gesture seems to get the point across.

“Well, that’s the funny thing about this, actually.” From the way he’s been talking, Grian assumed Sausage thought this whole thing was funny. He restrains himself from saying that out loud if only so Sausage will finish his explanation.

Sausage reaches up to his left eye, pulls his eye lid back a bit, and unceremoniously pops out his prosthetic eye.

“All these processes and rituals actually have a lot of loopholes.”

Grian doesn’t know what face he’s making, but it’s enough to make Sausage giggle while he pops the eye back in. Because of course he does. Because this how his day is going, apparently. Walk through a weird portal in his basement and wake up in a world filled with his friends who don’t recognize him and also a guy he only ever saw There, who he was never supposed to see again. Sure. Of course he’s laughing about it. Grian thinks if he was a slightly different person, he’d be laughing too. It is, undeniably, absurd.

“Well, I think we’re done here then!” Grian would probably object if he weren’t so shocked about the loopholes. As it is, he just stands there a bit stupidly.

Sausage turns away to return to the party before turn around again for just a moment, reaching over, and ruffling Grian’s hair. That shocks him enough to shake him out of his stupor and swat Sausage’s hand away, though not before his hair is suitably messed up.

“What was that for?!”

Sausage smiles as he reaches up to rough up his own hair as well. “I assumed you didn’t want your friends asking questions about why you were dragging me into a dark corner, you know?” Sausage even goes far enough to pull his shirt a bit out of where it’s tucked into his pants, because of course he does. Grian tries not to cringe, but Sausage is right about this one thing. It is the easiest way to dodge any questions about where he’d gone off to- at the expense of the many knowing looks and teasing remarks he’ll be getting from the other Hermits instead.

“Have a good night, Grian!” Sausage calls over his shoulder as he turns to leave for real this time. “And remember, drinks are on me for all you guests tonight! You look like you need it.”

[emberglowfox]

i kind of knew in theory that all my hobbies involved my hands but i kind of just ignored it n was like oh well im sure id manage

top ten pics taken seconds before disaster

[sobselpop]

Lonely ? Dude, you have yourself !

Just a fanart of this really amazingly cool piece by @kithehedraws

[elkitot]

J Jonah Jameson Reading The Book Of Bill🤨

How Weird?

[cupacoat]

Being a Link Click fan is getting stuck in our collective time loop where we rewatch scenes over and over again for the 091305th time and being like “damn this is so depressing and gay” as though it somehow exponentially increases the gay depression level each time we rewatch it

it’s also about refreshing any link click tag again and again because we’re somehow starved for content

it’s ALSO ALSO about over analyzing every little detail in every little thing after the season 2 finale reveal

It’s ALSO ALSO ALSO about forgetting shiguang is part of the shows name and doing a double take every time you hear the word out of context in official content

[cherisigloo]

me when a man does something that reminds me he is, in fact, a man.

[mymitochondriaforpresident]

Simon: *being treated with anything less than optimal love, happiness, care, kindness, adoration, protection*

Me: 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

@anonfromtheflight: 🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

the restaurant I work at switched ownership and the raggedy bitch that bought it forced all of us to reinterview and the way she’s letting us know if we got rehired or not is if we’re on the schedule next week then we’re staying and if not then we’re fired?? that was already fucked up but whatever

then I just got an offer letter email for reemployment so that means I’m staying, only to open it and find out she bumped down my pay?? despite the fact that I didn’t ask for more the way everyone else did??

anyways updated my resume will be looking for a new job now

[maxgicalgirl]

I headcanon that before Night Vale, Carlos was actually kinda scared by horror movies. Like he and his uowii friends would get together for movie nights and just pick apart horror movies because they were so unscientific, but Carlos was actually very unnerved by them and would flinch and jump and have trouble sleeping after.

And then after Night Vale chews him up and spits him out, he just can’t be afraid of them anymore. Like, Night Vale horror movies are probably weird and not comparative, but some of the ones he smuggled in from the outside world are still in tact and he’s just not scared of them anymore. In fact, they’re kind of funny with how exaggerated the horror of them actually is. It’s silly what people think they’re supposed to be afraid of when he’s seen horrors he didn’t even think were possible. And he spends more time laughing at them than cowering.

And then there’s Cecil, who I headcanon is just genuinely afraid of horror movies. Like, he and Carlos will be watching and Carlos is trying to hold back giggles at what’s happening on screen while Cecil is pressing his face into Carlos’ shoulder and whimpering. And it’s cute because Cecil has seen so much worse than what horror movies present, but thinks horror movies are SUPPOSED to scare you. So he’s scared and Carlos is trying to be sensitive to that but is shaking with silent laughter the whole time. And then they have to watch Cat Ballou for the millionth time afterwards so Cecil can calm down and go to bed.

[scottie-draws-sometimes]

Various sketches of the mane 6 as villains

I’ve had a lot of fun thinking up this idea :DD I might do full references for them if I find the time

Bonus Pinkie y Dash interactions bc I love this version of them soooo much

They hate each other n prank each other all the time <3

[carpetbug]

WHAT DO YOU MEAAAAAANNNN I have to actually WRITE feline blue for people to know about it and be interested in it :/ guys read my brain already! can’t you see all of my incredibly coherent thoughts about bug boy and cat girl! sad face!