#nothing can go wrong

[vigilskeep]

anyone like to take bets on whether the 10+ mods i just downloaded for the winter palace will play nicely together

[chitaqua-toast]

Life ain't easy, life ain't fair

A girl's gotta fight for a rightful share

What you gonna do when the chips are down

Now that the chips are down…

The chips [ao3] are down!

[hannahssimblr]

Ivy is in her pyjamas by seven that evening but she won’t settle. She keeps insisting that when mom and dad are gone she doesn’t have to follow any rules, including bedtime, and I realise the error of my ways in establishing this dynamic with her. Perhaps being the fun brother has too many downsides. 

“Please, Ivy, just get into bed, what do I have to do?”

“I’m not tired.”

“I don’t care, go anyway.”

“What if there’s something good on telly that I want to watch?” She swipes the remote from the table and switches on some re-run of Gossip Girl, which is absolutely not allowed.

“No, turn it off, that’s not for you.”

“It’s for girls, it says it in the name.”

“They’re not girls, they’re… ladies, and they’re all spoiled. A bit like you, huh?” I snatch the remote out of her little hand and flick it off, so she balls her fists up in frustration and starts pummelling me with them. It is nine o’clock in ten minutes and I haven’t gotten around to cleaning our breakfast, lunch or dinner from the kitchen. Baguette crumbs and puddles of spilled hot chocolate still litter the table and counter upstairs making it look like, well, like a teenage boy is running this operation. 

“Stop,” I cry, “you’re over excited, this is what happens when you get too much sugar, I swear to God…” 

“Give me the remote!”

“No!”

“I want to watch TV!” 

“Go. To. Bed.” I put the remote high up on a shelf where she’ll never reach it, which is a stupid idea, because she shrieks and starts trying to scale the furniture to get closer to it. I swear I can feel the ticking of the clock inside my brain by now, she has to go to bed, I don’t know what else to do. When she gets onto the coffee table she kicks over the glass of orange juice that she asked me for fifteen minutes ago and sends it to the floor with a hollow thunk. I stand and watch as liquid pools over the hardwood flooring and I feel something in me snap. I grab her and yank her down hard. Way too hard. 

“Ow, ow,” she cries, “let go!” and I peel my fingers away to see the red ring I have left around her little wrist. Tears have sprung to her eyes, and in a panic I get down on my knees and hold the sides of her head as she begins to shake with sobs. 

“Ivy, I’m sorry,” I say, “That was too hard, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I really didn’t, I’m sorry…”

“I just wanted to watch the telly,” she whimpers, and fat tears pour down her round cheeks and drip from her chin. I feel ill. This is what happens with me, all the time, I get her hyped up and feed her sweets and then I get angry when she can’t calm down. She’s just a little child and I’m a fucking idiot without a clue about how to be responsible. It’s only been a day since we’ve been left alone and look at us now, the kitchen is destroyed, there’s orange juice seeping into the oak flooring and I’ve made my sister cry. 

“Ivy, please,” I say, “I’m sorry I hurt you, what can I do to make it better?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want me to call mom?”

She gasps, “No,” and she’s right, what a stupid idea. 

“Do you…” I look around me in a panic, “Do you want another hot chocolate?”

This brightens her up, “Another one?”

“Yeah.”

“Really?”

“Of course, yeah, sure. If you… If you get into your bed I’ll take it in and you can have it there, what do you think?”

She swipes her hands over damp cheeks, “I’m allowed hot chocolate in my room?”

“Yeah just for tonight, and only if you promise that you won’t spill it or tell anyone else. Okay?”

She nods, and I breathe a sigh of relief. 

She goes to her room while I head up to the kitchen and shove old plates and mugs out of the way to make room for a new one. I give her two scoops of chocolate powder and extra marshmallows as a guilty offering, and as I’m stirring it all together with hot milk a shadow crosses the window.

I curse under my breath. She’s five minutes early, and usually I’d be happy that a girl was so eager to hang out with me, but now is a less than ideal time. I try to get to the door before she does but I don’t make it, and the doorbell rings obnoxiously through the house. 

“Hello,” Clóda says when I open up to her, and her eyes immediately drift to the ridiculous looking hot chocolate in my hands, “Um, is that what you’re drinking?”

“No, um, it’s not, it’s for my sister.”

“She’s still up?”

“She’s going to bed now, I just wanted to bring this to her, and then we’ll be on our own,” She steps inside and I close the door gently behind her. 

“Is that a good idea?” She wonders, “All of that sugar?”

Fucking hell, I don’t know, do I? “It’s fine. You can just come downstairs and sit on the couch, I’ll be a minute,” I see her taking in the mess of the kitchen, and add, “don’t worry about that, it’s just been a busy evening, it’s not like that usually.”

“Okay.”

Ivy is sitting up in bed wearing an anxious expression. “Who was at the door?”

“Jen.”

“Oh,” a pause, “Did she lose her key?”

“Yeah she did, she was out on the beach and it fell out of her pocket.”

“Oh no, I hope she can find it.”

I push her fringe away from her forehead, “yeah, I hope so too. You know how it is with girls' pockets and all, they don’t really fit much in them, do they?”

She smiles, “No, they don’t. So it’s not really Jen’s fault, it’s her jeans.”

“Exactly,” I straighten up, “You okay now?”

“I think so.”

“Okay well, if you need something just shout for me and I’ll hear you. Don’t come out into the living room or anything, I’m going to be, um, watching a really scary movie.”

“Oh okay.”

“Goodnight Ivy.”

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[marragurl]

*me waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night*

Wriothesley and Uncle Iroh

Just- those two

Tea besties in another life change my mind.

They would be the best tea duo

They would exchange recipes

They would spend hours talking and everyone would think it’s some serious diplomacy stuff- EXCEPT NO. ITS TEA AND THEM CRYING AT THE FACT THAT THEY FOUND SOMEONE WHO IS AS INSANE ABOUT TEA AS THEY ARE

Wriothesley would totally play pai sho with Uncle Iroh if there’s tea. And of course there’s tea, Uncle Iroh is not a degenerate, he is a man of true culture

Wriothesley just inviting Uncle Iroh to tea, not expecting much since fucking everyone keeps turning him down (I’d join you for tea Wrio, even though I only like green tea, because I’m polite dammit and my anxiety wouldn’t let me say no, I’d still be happy to join you, please someone join this man for tea, it’s all he’s asking for-), and then Uncle Iroh says “yes” and Wrio just.

Freezes.

And is all like :0 really????

And from then on, Wriothesley would die for Uncle Iroh like the rest of us

Wriothesley would full on deck Zuko for his complete disregard of tea pre-Ba Sing Se tea shop. It would be glorious.

Lanky 16 year old exiled prince with anger and daddy issues vs tired deadpan tea fanatic who could freeze his ass with one punch and has passed the midlife crisis stage of his life

Wrio is an orphan right? Or is that still just speculation? Point is-

Iroh would 100% adopt this deadpan humor stray kid after one convo of Wrio managing to bring up tea in every other sentence

I just-

I need this duo

[connecting-the-stars]

See You There, in the Storm

A Moodboard for fic I’m working on right now! I’m super excited, and that Percy Jackson trailer really did something to me…. Made me smash my current obsession together with my past one lmao.

What if Liam was the son of Zeus, separated from his friends, chance of finding that demigod camp with his head still attached to his shoulders in the negative until he meets a helpful if less than forthcoming stranger, Theo Reaken. Biggest problem out of the amounting many, Camp Half- Blood is the last place Theo ever wants to step foot on again.

[sea-owl]

In your twilight au do they all have different ways of coping w their newfound frenzy for their mates? Like in twilight doesn’t Edward fuck off for a good few weeks? Maybe that’s why Colin gets to traveling: so he doesn’t accidentally eat pen.

Anthony and Benedict turn into fuck boys, like they already were at Aubrey Hall but it's just made worse now that they have easy access to brothels.

Kate drives Anthony up a wall, and he sadly can't push her against a wall and take her like he wants. He has to properly court her. Kate just makes it so hard though with her constantly fighting him! Thank god she hasn't tried to bite him yet.

Benedict also dives into his painting so he doesn't dive underneath Sophie's skirts. He paints her in all different poses and clothes. Some are more risqué then others.

Colin wants to scream because the one who drives him insane is only 17. Technically, yes, she could get married, but most agree, that's too young for the marriage mart. He has to run off every few weeks to clear his head so he doesn't do anything dumb. Colin has to remind himself to take it slow with Penelope.

Daphne would be an interesting one because I can see her doing a few different things. I see her getting all this extra energy due to her being around her mate and not being able to do something about it. So I can see her throwing herself into the season full force so she has a way to distract herself and get some of that energy out. Or I can see her taking a lot more hunting trips, not always animals depending on how much time she has, but she only eats the animals. She just has to get the energy out, the one time she let it sit too long she got into fist fight with her brothers.

The letters they send home to their siblings has them on the edge of their seats. Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, and Hyacinth have bets going of who's gonna crack first and which of their new in-laws is gonna get turned first.

Edmund and Violet are wondering if they should've sent one of them with the kids. Nah it will be okay.

[cursedseabunny]

Plauge doctor management has been going well for anyone asking-

I have 2 new employees since taking that screenshot that have yet to be blessed.

[avatarkasia-art]

a little gift that became stickers for a lovely friend @vesner

[nullneo]

So.. you like undertale?

I love Undertale I’m clinically obsessed with it. It refuses to let me leave so I’m happily stuck here. Also I’m ready to fight sans but looks like someone already punched a hole in his face

[totallypumpkin]

World building sure is a lot more difficult when you don't know what you want ur world to look like...

....

I'll just make it up as I go-

[enignoema-a]

"Skill issue"

[separatist-apologist]

Hate sex at 44% and sex pollen at 30%. Thank fuck

For REAL, I cannot start another fic, ya girl is on a TIGHT schedule

[rosetheex-editor]

i hope this is my last post im close to the window im getting out of here thank you @showfallen im getting the hell out of here :)

[popsixsquishcicerolipschitz]

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[shattered-ass]

[oh-shinx]

So I've run out of milk for my coffee and don't trust a former team flare base to have good water for tea. Potions are safe to drink, right? It's healthy coffee time, baby! Let's restore some HP!