#she gets them threaded FOR SURE

[ciimarron]

free my boy from his own show he did nothing wrong

[melit0n]

Oh Thread The Needle they could never make me hate you

Credits: Ironaiden -> yt.

[lesbianshepard]

so the current project im on might be split up to send us to another surveying project 4 hours south of here. we might find out tomorrow who's being sent away. i think they're going to decide based on who lives where.

anyway send good vibes my way that i'm sent on the project with the coworkers I like or that the project is pushed back a few months ❤

[fate-defiant]

Duck hits different when you're no longer thirteen and in the throes of navigating friendships for the very first time and defining yourself by your social ineptitude.

[midnightwind]

half asleep and considering writing the stereotypical Rook and Lucanis have to do a job at a ball, but with Rook actually poisoning half the people there in a dramatic flourish and cackling like a maniac in the rafters about it while Lucanis just kind of stares

[arolesbianism]

Finally fixating on some nugget relationships that aren't horrible for everyone I love friendship <3

[hyaciiintho]

🌸｡*ﾟ+. THIS IS A TEST POST !! This is not an actual inbox call, I just wanted to test and see how the graphic would look posted to tumblr ;; ;; Might use this when doing inbox calls and then a copy/paste text body.

With that being said-- how do people feel about a "permanent" inbox call post? Just for my own reassurance so I don't feel like I'm bothering people but don't wanna like... constantly make a new inbox call post. Basically just a list of people commenting below a post, one that maybe specifies whether people prefer random IC interactions or want asks leaning more to IC questions/ooc headcanons stuff?

I know it's silly because if we're mutuals, we shouldn't be afraid to reach out to each other, BUT !! I also know some people do not like random asks, so... it would just be for the sake of... "You have permission to send random things whenever you feel like it" but of course it's not like I'm expecting you to answer things immediately after I send them either.

But yeah, just a thought! If it seems too silly I'll just keep making individual posts each time ♡ c':

[theskeletoninthegarden]

I had a dream where I was playing as a thief tasked to find out the truth behind the whereabouts of another criminal on a college campus. It was fun in that I was given an overall objective, but absolutely no one gave me an idea as to where to start first. Basically a lot of it involved either me figuring out how to B&E into different offices, or eavesdropping at the right time, but there were other hired thieves that I had to deal with at the same time that added an element of "combat" to the experience.

[tariah23]

Whenever I go to get my brows waxed/threaded, man, these ladies be acting like they don’t know what to do with my brows. My brows are naturally thick like really, REALLY thick, and the lady threaded a little off one brow and was like “I won’t cut more off because it wouldn’t fit your face because it’s much more rounder-“ then I looked into the mirror and was thinking to myself “um, I can barely see a difference 🫤,” and asked her to cut more off and I heard my sis from the back saying that “she wants her brows to look like they were actually done.”

[wcrstarter]

@ithring // @llosgcariad

[shadowedresolve]

"Hmm? Me?"

While it's not exactly like Shoki gets stopped by strangers on the street often, it has happened a couple of times before. He's not famous, but his acting career has had him recognized a few times, mostly by other students who'd heard of him second-hand. This girl, though... she doesn't appear to be from his school at all, and her expression is more serious than curious, making him wonder what she could possibly want.

"I am Shoki Ikenami, that's right." There's no chance she got the wrong person, since she used his name, but... "But - do I know you?"

[midnightwind]

I'm having fun with this nonsense now

[fluffypotatey]

📝📝📝📝📝

Okay, okay, nice. Now. This one is both in general and for the fic.

How would you make Teresa worse? 😈😈😈😈😈

well, it’s said that Albert Einstein defined insanity as repeating the same task over and over and over and over and over and over and over thinking you will find a different result

and science experimentation is designed in a way to repeat trials over and over and over and over and over to see where certain factors differ and if your data has enough consistency and accuracy to be viable

so for me, that’s my time loop for her. she wants to aid WXKD in their endeavor in finding the Cure, but she also wants Thomas there along with her. unfortunately, Teresa cannot have both

you can see it in the books and movies but i think it needs some more fleshing out because yes she cannot have both but Teresa refuses that truth and tries many attempts (trials) to change his mind and prove WCKD is good

she ignored the data staring her in the face because of her own personal biases and desires to keep two things that will never combine the way she wants them to

Thomas will always rebel whether he was indoctrinated or Swiped or given her sob story. and even if he did agree, it wouldn’t feel satisfactory for her. she would constantly be trying to convince herself and Thomas that what they’re doing is for a good cause, but Thomas isn’t happy nor does he talk to her. it unsettles her to the point that whether she got her way or not, the result isn’t her ideal and it leads to her spiral

which is my humble opinion on how her arc should go Mr Dashner, sir :P

[iniziare]

"Is this fate or am I just lucky to have run into you?"

It is perhaps rude to intrude upon a lady without any warning but Aventurine never importunes without reason. Most of the times said approaches amount to mere scout work, the more he knows of the players the better and he'll take any reaction to his behavior as clues to the person's inner self. This woman however, is not a regular player to his gambles, nor is she a chip he has to account for his plans. If anything, he should be fearful, Kafka has earned herself quite the reputation within the cosmos, especially with the likes of the IPC.

She may not know who he is but he knows her. From the alluring smile to her empty gaze, downright to ever increasing number of her bounty, Kafka is perhaps the most wanted Stellaron Hunter. The reports on the numerous attacks on Pier Point should be enough to caution him, but Aventurine's never been one to be afraid of people. What they may do to him, is a whole different story.

"Not everyday one runs into a hunter." He does omit the title, partially. While he wants her to know that he's onto her, he doesn't need the rest of the room to be aware of her presence. The lounge is discreet, he only really visits when he has free time as it allows him to rest from his image and enjoy the quiet of being unknown. It seems perhaps, he's not the only one to indulge in such respite. How terrible of him to peak through Kafka's veil.

"I'll have what she's having."

He would not prompt an immediate response, but he would enrapture a gaze soon enough, coax it to his person as had surely been done to many before her— but she was hardly one like the masses, was she? Though before it would stray in any such way, it'd linger on the rim of her glass for a moment longer, the temptation to sip almost too great. And so the silence stretched between them, heavy, but hardly uncomfortable, at least not to her. But how long could she ever deny fate, or the mention thereof— a concept that was weaved between those gloved fingertips, or at least in some hypothetical. Ah, her lips quirked in slight, until a whisper of a smile that never quite reached her eyes settled amidst her countenance. "Fate," came in certain echo, as if weighing the word against her own amusement. "It does love its disguises, doesn't it? Sometimes a mere accident, sometimes an inevitability, dressed in coincidence. Makes it easy to believe in." The glass turned between her fingers, deliberate, languid. "Or perhaps you’ve strayed too far, and found yourself somewhere you were never meant to be." The words did not cut, did not accuse, but it simply hung between them in curiosity, ever so feather-light. It was never a warning, merely a possibility: a door left half-open, should he dare to step through. She was hardly fond of being at a disadvantage, after all. And so the moment stretched in hush, the cadence of her voice betraying neither invitation nor dismissal, only a soft lilt of idle amusement. But there was something to be said about a man who approached anyone so comfortably— too comfortably. Especially one who deemed her familiar.

"How bold." The smile was faint, but there— there, in the curve of her lips, was the trace of something. A teasing amusement that lingered without fully, really revealing itself. "To share in the taste of a stranger, without the slightest inkling of its flavor."

The booth, quiet save for the soft hum of conversation around them, seemed to frame her in a manner that was hardly ordinary— yet perhaps it wasn’t meant to. The shift to one side was a delicate movement as though the space she created was the natural course of things at the behest of... hm, perhaps curiosity, but certainly not of concession. The gesture was made without haste, her posture remaining wholly unruffled. Her fingers, ever elegant in their precision, grazed the edge of a long skirt, smoothing over the fabric with the meticulousness of one who understood the art of presentation. And she did. A quiet pause followed then, encompassed by a slight adjustment of the cuff of her blazer, the subtle action adding an air of carelessness that wasn’t entirely carelessness at all. It was an extension of a careful control that she wielded over each gesture, a simple shift in attire, a deliberate smoothing of creases that seemed to capture the attention without demanding it. And then, her gaze shifted towards him, finally, though never quite meeting it, but acknowledging him nonetheless. "Come then." Her voice was soft, one low as it lingered. "You have me curious, Diamond Eyes."

Prompt: Ever so unprompted many moons ago. // @aventvrina

[fellstcr]

⚔️ // byleth supposed that she had indeed brought this upon herself . although she was yet but a fish out of water when it came to the frills and frolics of fanciful things , there were others that seemed to be WELL SUITED TO THEM .

to byleth , miss furina was certainly one of those latter sorts .

it was under her guidance that byleth had flown from the nest of the greys and neutral colors she had always known to those a bit more ... eye - catching . as she trailed behind furina , with her hands clasped before her , byleth couldn't help but think that , were mercedes or annette here beside them , they would all most likely chatter a good long while with one another . perhaps even sparking new waves of conversation that byleth felt herself SORELY INEPT IN . in comparison , she feared herself to be a sorely drab accompaniment —

byleth blinked out of her thoughts as a new garment was held aloft .

". . . it's certainly . . . ribbon-y."

@ladyfurina / shopping ! :)

[ceramicbeetle]

tbh the more I think about her the more I wonder if Tiffany is going to wind up more of a side character than an actual Main Character in this series... like if i wind up actually writing as much as i am conceptualizing writing, the distinction might not necessarily matter that much, but i do sort of wonder what i'm going to wind up doing with her lol