#so I brought you a gift

[lianabrooks]

Me (handing out gifts): My love languages are words of affirmation and acts of service

Them (taking gift): Um...

Me: I couldn't think of anything nice to say but I like supporting local artists. Shut up and take it. This is as close as we're going to get.

[rjshope]

SYS Final Kim Taehyung

for @kimtaegis ✨

[werecreature-addicted]

for someone who wants to bang a werewolf, I sure do scream like a fire alarm when my dog brings me "gifts" (dead lizard) realistically if a man brought me his hunt as a gift I'd pass out.

[skitskatdacat63]

Okay now where's the Seb teddy bear so I can make them kiss each other!?

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[ilovedthestars]

in the vein of those "try jokingly hyping yourself up instead of being self-deprecating" posts, my number one Feeling Good Life Hack is to get free compliments by complimenting yourself

example: I made my friend a bunch of pairs of earrings for her birthday once. Sometimes when I see her wearing them, I'll say "whoa, I love your earrings, someone really cool must have made those!" She'll usually grin and agree that someone really cool did make them, or that she likes them too.

this is of course best deployed with people who know it was you who actually made/did the thing you're complimenting, so they're in on the "joke" part. and if they're your friend they'll pretty much always jump on board and take the chance to compliment That Mysterious Cool Person who made/did whatever you're pointing out. so you get to compliment yourself, get compliments from other people, and make people laugh all in one.

also, if you do this enough to make this an inside joke between you, then they'll sometimes just start offering you free compliments without you even having to do the Bit. sometimes i'll just be like "oh! your earrings!" when i notice my friend wearing a pair that i made, and she'll go "yeah, someone very cool made them for me :)"

[backpackingspace]

Young odysseus convincing everyone Ithaca is nothing but a poor island with rocks and goats to avoid any raids/conquerors/so he doesn't get murdered for talking to Helen bc "it's not like he's a real choice"

Young odysseus falling in love with Penelope at the same event: wait. Wait shit I fucked up hold on just hear me out

[leatherface-headspace]

lassie can hear the high pitched frequency that lights and electronics make

[when-wax-wings-melt]

said it once i will say it fucking again. flashback fitz was the most accurate version of fitz there ever was. he was sweet he was angry he was frustrated he was patient he was confident he was violent he never trusted alvar again he trusted sophie more than anyone (nearly unhealthily). i miss him. bring him back. he was so unapologetically kind generous and deeply broken. I MISS HIM.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

really wish my one friend would quit flirting with me. and trying to goad me into hanging out more. and assigning us fictional characters that are oh-so-coincidently either couples or with romantic tension. and then interrupting our gameplay to ask me repeatedly if I think they’re “like us” (which they rarely are…). and matching my icon on discord without asking (again, usually by insinuating a couple connection). and giving me random things I do not want and did not ask to receive (and then forcing me to take them???).

[ardentpoop]

[lumism]

every day i interact with other people and then immediately feel like planet earth's most alien girl

[thatswhatsushesaid]

the fool 🤝 jin guangyao being easily the most dynamic and compelling characters in their respective canons, likely for reasons that were substantially if not entirely unintentional on the part of their respective authors

[melissa-titanium]

im not a big fan of instantly putting on cat/feline traits onto creatures BUT... purring dds/whisker wds are pretty cool . ONE THING I DONT THINK IVE SEEN YET THO. u kno how cats bring their owners dead animals and shit. i think dds would do that Heart emoji

[youssefguedira]

more joenicky lupin au because i had to exorcise a brain worm. major spoilers for lupin s3 below the cut if you care about that sort of thing

The thing is, Nicky wasn't even supposed to be there. He wasn't supposed to even know that something was going to happen today, but Andy had needed his input, because even if she'd taken him off the case she'd admitted nobody else could work out Joe's next move as quickly as Nicky can. So he knew, and then the news had broken and the whole country knew.

It gave him cover to join the crowd, all chanting Joe's name like some kind of modern folk hero, and Nicky couldn't deny the wild, almost giddy energy of the crowd as they'd all waited for a sign. Couldn't fight his own smile when the alarm had gone off only a few minutes after the time Joe had declared in the letter he'd sent. Because of course it had. Because even if he'd broadcasted the exact time and date of the heist he'd manage to pull it off.

Then they'd led him out in handcuffs, and Nicky's first reaction had been shock, because nobody - nobody, not even Andy - could catch Joe.

But then Joe had caught Nicky's eye, and winked, and Nicky had known. And he hadn't said anything, because he wasn't supposed to be there, until.

Andy's the one who calls him, and he doesn't know why. She must know he's here, must know he couldn't have stayed away, and so she calls him.

"Ambulance picked someone up a few minutes ago," she says in Italian, matter-of-fact as always. It's one of Nicky's favourite things about her, and oddly comforting as the dread starts to sink in before she even says the next words. "He fell from the roof trying to get away from the snipers."

Nicky almost laughs in pure disbelief, because Joe - Joe doesn't fall, wouldn't. It's not possible. Nicky is certain of it the way he is certain of the sun rising.

"Are you sure-" he begins.

"It's him," Andy says, cutting him off. "They’re en route to the hospital."

"What do you-"

"What you do is up to you. But I'm on my way to the hospital now to confirm."

There is only one possible choice, for Nicky.

They wave him through to the morgue when he gives his name, and Andy doesn't even look surprised to see him, leaning against the wall like she was waiting, a few other members of her team with her. "The doctor's in there now."

"Is there anyone else in there?" Nicky asks, because this must be part of the plan, there must be some clever switch taking place behind those doors and Joe will walk out unscathed.

He always does.

Andy shakes her head. "She's an old friend. I trust her."

Nicky wants to -

He finds an empty chair and falls into it, pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes. They don't have to wait long. The doctor calls them in only a few moments later.

His eyes are closed, is the first thing Nicky thinks, with a wild sense of relief. He's not sure he could bear seeing Joe's eyes cold and sightless. Even with them closed, he's not sure he can bear it.

"So?" Andy asks.

The doctor rattles off a rapid-fire list of medical terms Nicky can't make himself focus on, unable to take his eyes off the - Joe's - body, trying to see where the imperfection lies, where the clue is that will mark this out as a fake, a dummy maybe, or perhaps the very faint sign of Joe still breathing, waiting for them to leave to make his escape -

"No vital signs were detected when he arrived," the doctor says, and only then does Nicky look up.

"Are you sure?" he says.

He can tell Andy's looking at him, but he doesn't see her expression. Maybe she's annoyed, or maybe it's that look that tells him she knows exactly how complicated this case is for Nicky. He can't bring himself to care - he needs to know. This cannot be real, even if he hasn't figured out how Joe could have done it yet.

The doctor doesn't scoff at him, nor does she seem annoyed. Instead, she hands him her stethoscope. "You can see for yourself, if you like."

Everyone in the room is looking at him now. He takes it. Draws closer to the table.

Joe doesn't move. If there is a clever trick to this, Nicky cannot find it: suddenly he's not sure he can stand to be in the room anymore. Certainly he cannot make himself look at the body, cannot bring himself to touch it, to check if Joe really is dead, if this body really is the thief Nicky could not help but fall a little bit in love with.

Nicky lowers the stethoscope. "I am - I am not a doctor," he hears himself say. "I apologise."

The doctor takes her stethoscope, and then there is a hand on the small of Nicky's back - Andy, steering him away.

"Nicolò," she says, and only that.

"This isn't right," Nicky says in Italian. "Andy. It doesn't end this way. This isn't how it happens."

"But it is happening," Andy says.

Nicky shakes his head. "I haven't - I haven't seen it yet, but there must be something-"

"Nicky," Andy says, and her voice is so unbearably gentle. "Take the day off tomorrow."

Nicky looks up at her. "I'm not-"

"Yes, you are. Go home, and don't come in tomorrow. I mean it."

Nicky doesn't have it in him to protest. And so he goes home, to an apartment that is too quiet, and leaves the news on until well into the early morning, waiting for the story to break. It does, eventually. When it does, he turns it off.

The next day passes, and he doesn't go into work just like Andy had told him to, spends the day cleaning his apartment just to have something to do with his hands. Then the next day comes, and he returns to the office, and Andy greets him like nothing's happened, and the world continues to spin on.

And then.

Then there's the message in the newspaper, addressed to Nico, and nobody calls him that except -

Except -

Nicky smiles as the world rights itself again.

[doomspaniels]

I have brought you this gift! Tristan has helpfully become a trash fiend, once I started specifically asking for it (to help clean up Gwyn garbage enrichment shredding). He's extremely earnest about making sure all the trash is picked up and handed to me (even if he has to steal it off the table first).

[flamestar126]

Game Night with Douglas

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What happens after Douglas leaves for a second

rambling about their outfit in tags