#so fuck it we ball

[sporkberries]

True Loves Kiss ( when kissing the messiah/the anti-christ please be cautious. though it may draw you out of the lonely it could also lead to severe facial scarring, but hey, you score either way!)

[hashileio]

figuring this out a little more

also here’s ya man @lady-of-disdain :3c

[incorrect-our-flag-means-death]

Archie, in a high voice, holding a doll: hey Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Oluwande, in a deep voice, holding Ken: nonsense, Barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids

Jim: what the fuck are you guys doing?

Archie: playing systemic oppression

[princessofshazabah]

He thinks if there was a moment he could live in forever, it would be this one: the healthy curl of anxiety in his gut, the wobbliness of his broom, the slight breeze rustling his hair, and the sun shining down stubbornly. But most of all, it would be his hand gripping Ginny's shoulder, with her arm stretched out to hold onto his shirt, her own broom dangerously unstable under her feet.

or, the summer of '96. a summer filled with quidditch, jokes, sun, and love. oh, and broom surfing.

[americanprometheuss]

uhhh is aegon ii literally a piece of shit in hotd (the show)??? yeah but can i relate to him on a spiritual and metaphysical level??? also yes. can i also make him the most mitski coded fictional man known to team green? also yes. in this essay i will…

i literally can do the same with aemond and daemon and literally any other AWFUL AND HORRIBLE AND TERRIBLE character in hotd. it’s my world and i get to decide how to yassify it

[tendebill]

[wip]

update: i have managed to do all the stuff i need for tomorrow/this week (i think. i hope.) and decided to treat myself by working on this seph piece a bit more :']

[styona]

I know it's gonna sound questionable, but we can technically call Sister Imperator Mama Emeritus... Right?

[julesnichols]

I assume you are the kind of person who doesn't wear sunglasses and just squints everywhere in summer

Yeah basically but mostly that's because my insurance won't cover transition lenses and idk if they'll cover prescription sunglasses or nah but keeping track of two pairs would be way too difficult djsksjshhs

[iamaweretoad]

why’s my brain gotta wait until I’m neck deep in this absolute disaster of a Pillars of Eternity fic to be like ‘hey, maybe you should revisit that Enderal fic....’? Where the fuck was this, I dunno, a YEAR ago??? XD

[the-local-eldritch-microwave]

Do i have multiple personas? yes i do. Do i really care about having a set one anymore? no, not really. Still got my girl mikrowelle on standby tho(inspo for my username), def need to draw her more

i kept staring at this and it somehow got worse and better at the same time so that was fun, still not sure if i like the background tho.

[startgamc]

@d3mn [ small starter call - accepting ]

"Oh wow!"

The festival lights lit up Kotone's face as they ascended the staircase, her eyes shining with excitement. It was hard to tell if the hammering in her chest was excitement, or nerves. In spite of that she beamed at Kieran. "You get to enjoy this festival every year?"

[jojirarambles]

Don’t Wake the Dragon

Raurbon woke with a start, amber eyes shooting open in the dark of the royal chambers. He sat up on his bed, luxurious silk sheets sliding off his body like water. His wife groaned beside him, her sleep thoroughly ruined.

“You doin’?” Queen Catalyn eloquently mumbled, turning to her husband. Raurbon growled. 

“Something is wrong.” The Dragon King said, his hairs standing on end. He could feel it, a magical pull in the back of his mind. It was screaming at him to move, a flashing warning that pounded his skull with the strength of a kraken. Yet in his sleep deprived state, he did not recognize what it was.

Until he did.

“Isabel’s ward!” The man roared, all but jumping off the bed. That made Catalyn wake in full, all color draining from her skin as she quickly got up from their bed.

“We must alert the guards, tell them-” The queen started, going for her robes, but once she turned around her husband was completely gone and the door of their chambers had been ripped off its hinges. Catalyn gulped, not knowing if she should pray to Arguis her husband reached their daughter’s chambers in time or if she should feel pity for whatever poor soul had dared to trespass on the princess’ chambers.

Meanwhile, said husband was racing through the castle’s halls, face contorted into a snarl as he barreled to his daughter’s chambers. Later he would bemoan listening to his advisors’ insistence on putting the baby in a completely different room and kick himself for not putting up heavier guard rotations through the entire wing. But at that moment? That moment he was seeing red.

Then his head hit the ceiling of the halls, famed for their enormity. He had morphed, his metamorphic spell completely gone in his sheer, primal rage. His enormous true form was too big, the walls could barely hold him inside. He was trapped and his hatchling was in danger. 

The dragon let out a furious roar, and smashed through the castle walls as if they had been butter. The entire building shook as rock was turned to dust and servants all around cowered in terror.

Raurbon did not think of how many people could have been killed due to that simple action, nor how many nightmares he would reawaken of the dragon attack that very castle had suffered not even twenty years prior. He just jumped off the wall and spread his enormous wings, taking to the skies with a furious roar that echoed through the entire city.

It only took one powerful wingbeat to reach the window leading to his daughter’s chambers, and powerful claws dug into the castle’s millenarian rock with ease. Then he smashed his head through the wall, completely crumbling it.

His eyes instantly zeroed in on a woman dressed with the uniform of the maids in charge of taking care of Princess Isabel, a vial with blue liquid in her hand. The woman was frozen in place, looking at him in pure horror as she loomed over the princess’ crib.

Raurbon’s lips curled, and he let out a deafening roar of sheer rage. The woman cried out in horror, falling to the ground. Dust fell from the ceiling and the vial shattered against the hard stone floor. The princess started crying. And Raurbon’s throat glowed fiery orange.

“Your grace?”

Raurbon blinked, and the fire within him died down. He only now noticed two guards were at the door, pikes pointed at the terrified woman. The guards seemed unsure of how to act, their bodies tense and twitchy. Like rabbits ready to flee from a predator.

Then he noticed his wife was behind the guards, looking at him with that very same doubt. Raurbon sighed.

“Take her to the dungeons and collect the liquid spilled from the vial.” He growled. “I will get answers for this.”

The guards nodded, one dragging the now completely unresponsive woman out of the room while the other levitated the spilled liquid out. The two guards left the room, and Catalyn walked in.

She felt her bones shake as Raurbon started to purr, his enormous head gently laying down next to their daughter’s crib. It seemed to work, as the baby’s cries slowly started to die down.

“I’m sorry.” The dragon said as Catalyn walked over to him. Even with his head resting on the ground, she would have to stand on the tip of her toes to touch the top of her husband’s head. “I was a fool. I could have hurt our daughter, or even-”

“None of that.” The woman said, putting a shaking hand on his snout. “Arguis knows I would have done worse if I could turn into a dragon.” She said, letting out a watery chuckle.

“You seem awfully calm about this.” Raurbon said, raising a scaly brow. Catalyn shrugged.

“Oh believe me, I am terrified, but… This is something you’re taught will happen to your children, when you’re nobility like me.” Raurbon sneered at that. “I know, it’s not a pleasant thing to be taught when you are thirteen.” Catalyn said with a slight chuckle.

Then she sighed, leaning against the dragon’s head. “We’ll find whoever did this. And when we do, you can tear them to shreds.”

[methinmycoffee]

South Park is so wild because I think it’s hard to imagine a more controversial piece of extremely mainstream media. Maybe not so much anymore, because the reputation has shifted so greatly over the last 26 years, but back in the 2000s that shit was everywhere. I don’t need to have been aware of pop culture in that era to know that South Park was a show that everyone had heard of. And it was always, even back then, wrapped up in controversy. But it’s still going strong, with only a handful of banned episodes and an abysmal reputation to its name.

[hwiyoungies]

rough sketch of the 96 line as this kitten picture because i had a Need

[tabsters]

Brain: never back down never what? Me, sobbing as I research seven different sets of zodiacs: never give up Brain: NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT?! Me, inhaling: NEVER GIVE UP!!! Brain: LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

[purringbookworm97]

So. Recently, I went to Barcelona. Me and my friends spent two days there, walked around a bit, threw our money at overpriced stuff in the Ramblas like the goblins we were and had the time of our lives. Now, one week and some later, I rediscover the many colored salt I bought at that one market, and yo, I'm going to have so much fun, let's do this.

The salts:

Hibiscus sea salt

Chili sea salt

Garlic and parlsey salt

Orange Rose salt

Charcoal salt flakes

Celery salt

Pesto sea salt

Salt flakes

Blue sea salt

Turmeric sea salt

The uses:

Salt: proection, banishment, cleansing

Hibiscus: lust, passion, divination

Chili: banishment, passion, some degree of violence, cleansing, lust

Orange: strength, brightness, happiness, prosperity

Rose: love, healing, strength

Charcoal: cleansing, protection, banishment

Celery: strength, prosperity, youth

Pesto (basil, garlic, pine nuts, pamigiano, olive oil): prosperity, strength, bonds (chtonic bond, filial bonds), resiliency, healing

Blue (wonder how they made that but gods yes): freedom, choice, gender reinfocement

Turmeric: cleansing, energy boost, happiness, health boost, healing, determination

Gonna have a blast incorporating that shit in my cooking y'all have no idea... Hope it helps anyone tryna make their own correspondence for foods by the way, and I hope you're all staying safe and hydrated kids, see ya!