#the list grows

[owl-bones]

i gotta draw blueberror too

he's in my fic so it's required

[megane-sama]

I- Okay now why he kinda-

So much cunt has been effortlessly served, I fear I will never recover.

[piss-stained-jorts]

list of notable customers from my job working at Dollar Tree for a year, in no particular order

Handsome Cashier from Electronics Express who is always polite. loves to come in for snacks and a quick hello

Old Bald Man who liked to complain about being old. doesn't complain about it as much anymore. fun to do that midwestern dad bit of "aaaay who let you in here old man?" with

NEWCOMER to the list just met today! honest and polite Candy Cane Man. let me take my time finishing a task i had been doing. i "accidentally" rang up 15 candy canes instead of 16 as thanks for this politeness. he returned to the store, gave me the candy cane and a dollar, and told me I had rang him up incorrectly. also handsome

Green. that's what he said his name is. rides a bike and just recently got himself a job! good on ya, Green!

Kid Who Stands Next To Me. doesn't come around anymore. i pretend she's annoying me and she "annoys" me on purpose. both of us are committed to the bit

Quarter Boy (ft. Question Sister). two curious kids with parents who do not give a fuck. no sense of boundaries, so me and the other cashiers kept wondering if he belonged to one of us. he doesn't. just kinda runs amok in the store shaking people down for quarters. i probably shouldn't enable him by giving him quarters, but it's funny. Quarter Boy and Question Sister love to ask questions about literally anything and everything they see

Balding Gay Man. slightly extra and kind. would be sassy if he weren't a total sweetheart, i think. always has a smile for me and calls me things like "honey" and "love." broke as the rest of us. has a balding spot in his 20s/30s. he's either just naturally very friendly, or he's worked retail before and wants to make my life easier. not sure which it is, and i don't care because i win, whatever the answer is

Old Man Who Likes To Guess The Total Before I Give It. doesn't do this much anymore since the new taxes have made guessing the total more tricky. he's either a wretched, unwavering conservative, or the kind of guy you could have a nice lemonade with. hard to tell

Lady Who Might Be Flirting With Me. the first time she met me, she called me "pretty face." She also calls one of the other female cashiers this. not sure if socially awkward and kind, or flirty and kind. not gay myself, but would prefer it to be the latter. a currency i can't spend is still valuable!

Stationary Lady. freckly ginger lady who shares my love of stationary. she bought me a highlighter!

Guy Who Works At The Dicks Sporting Goods Next Door. not much to say about him. he's just a regular, so i recognize him whenever he comes in

DISHONORABLE MENTION: Hug Man. he always wants a hug, and I'm too conflict-avoidant to say no. he's not a jerk, but i don't like hugs from men i'm not close to. that's dangerous. i'd rather endure physical contact from a stranger than ever make someone mad or awkward at me, so I just kinda go with it

HONORABLE MENTION: Every Old Man Who Wears A Particular Kind Of Hat. there's a style of hat that reminds me of someone I used to know. big cool internet guy who thought i was cool and told me i'm good at art. wore a hat like that

[chloesimaginationthings]

Go ahead. Tell me I'm wrong

WHY would I when you are correct

[morepeachyogurt]

chen chen, nature poem in ‘when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities’

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 179

“Pa, there’s a weird lookin’ cat outside!” 

 -Said by a sleep deprived Danny Phantom while in Clockwork’s Lair, about a hero displaced in time. Clockwork is in fact amused. Batman is simply confused about the entire situation.  

[batwynn]

I’m seeing a weird uptick in people commenting nasty stuff on people’s non-cat/dog pet stuff again and not so gentle reminder:

Your phobia or dislike of certain animals does not give you the right to harass and bully people who love and share them.

Use the blacklist tag like a normal human being, and leave people who love rats or snakes or bugs etc. the fuck alone.

[deoidesign]

sleeping beauty (available in print!)

[violadvis]

JORDAN LI & MARIE MOREAU GEN V | S01E04 'The Whole Truth'

[kaban-bang]

😳

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Chen Chen "Elegy;" When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities // art: uknown quote: Fyodor Dostoeyevsky The Brothers Karamazov // Bianca Sparacino // Ursula Le Guin "Dragonfly;" Tales from Earthsea // pinterest // Honey Boy (2019) dir. Alma Har'el // @wuntrum

[wikiangela]

can't stop thinking about bucktommy getting married and having too many thoughts so putting it out there lol

buck's the one who proposes but when he does, tommy pulls out a ring too bc he's been waiting for the right moment and didn't want to rush him (they get engaged after like a year of dating, when you know you know, what's the point in waiting - and they talked about marriage very early on to make sure they want the same things ofc)

they start calling each other husbands and referring to each other as husbands waaay before they actually get married - they try out fiance for a while but once buck slips up and calls tommy his husband, it feels so right and it sticks - and they do it aaallll the time, especially buck, saying 'my husband' instead of names - and everyone's fondly rolling their eyes like 'you guys aren't even married yet' and 'we know his name'

they hyphenate their last names, but for work for convenience they stick with their own names (Tommy is still just Kinard, Buck is still just Buckley bc as good as it sounds it feels too long lol) but whenever someone calls Buck 'Buckley' in a non-emergency situation he's always quick to correct 'Buckley-Kinard' with a huge smile bc he loves being married and having his husband's name!

the first time after they get married that Tommy gets injured at work and ends up in the hospital buck jokes that he got some of his bad luck in the marriage - Tommy ofc turns it into a soft moment by saying it's worth it if it means seeing Evan in the hospital much less

[ironinkpen]

The interpretation of Rise Raph as a 'perfect responsible soft boy uwu' is so BORING I'm sorry, Raph is a rowdy adrenaline junkie with anxiety and I won't take this slander any longer

Raph secretly kept an enemy soldier in their actual literal house as a sparring partner. Raph glued his brothers together and dragged them out to fight crime. Raph once asked Leo to punch him in the face to prove he 'takes damage like a boss.' Raph tried to lift a school bus, twice. Raph offered to help his favorite wrestler beat his little brother up. When Leo suggests evacuating Bullhop, Raph says no bc the best defense is a good offense babey. Raph's idea of a 'friendly chat' with April's upstairs neighbor is to put on a black ski mask and go stand menacingly at their door. It takes Raph 10 episodes to conclude that they should MAYBE start training. Raph's plan to get a potentially priceless (and potentially FRAGILE) museum artifact is to punch a car in the middle of a busy street and also cut it in half with his brother still inside.

Raph's never met a problem he wouldn't try to punch in the face and does not know the meaning of the words 'excessive force.' He roughhouses with his bros and drags them out to fight villains and thinks any plan that doesn't involve an all-out brawl is boring and lame. He'll do anything to protect his family from harm and be a hero, but also he eats wet salami off the floor and once single-handedly destroyed a library.

I just adore how, at his core, Rise Raph is such a classic Raph—impulsive and stubborn and caring and passionate. He is a very sweet, strong, honorable guy who has a very powerful sense of personal responsibility... and he is also the exact kind of jock who throws you in the pool at a party without checking if you have your phone in your pocket first.

[five-and-dimes]

Thinking about human Dream as a bartender.

He’s quiet, stoic, which strangely adds character to the dramatics of his flair bartending. Each week he comes up with new cocktails- beautiful, colorful creations, each one unique but always delicious. He barely talks but will listen intently to any and every patron’s stories, soaking them up, the happy or sad or ridiculous drunken ramblings. 

Hob becomes a regular, always sitting right in front of the well so he can have a front row seat to every flipped bottle and color changing spirit. He tells the bartender all his best stories, considering it a victory any time he manages to get even the smallest reaction- a quirked eyebrow or a twitch of the lips. It takes ages for him to even learn Dream’s name (Dream listens, he doesn’t share) but he comes to think of him as a friend, even if he’s still working up the courage to ask if they could see each other when Dream’s not working (he knows better than to ask someone on a date while they’re on the clock, he’s not an animal).

(He doesn’t know it, but Dream has started trying to make drinks specifically for this particular regular, hoping to impress him, to make him smile. And if he indulges in the thought of knowing exactly what Hob’s mouth would taste like. Well. He makes drinks for himself, too.)

And Hob tells Dream all sorts of things about his life, but not everything, which makes it incredibly embarrassing when Johanna follows him to the bar one night and very loudly announces “Why the hell do you come here when you own a damn pub?” 

Dream snaps to stare at him, and none of Hob’s stories have gotten anywhere near a reaction like that, and his eyebrows are practically in his hairline, and Hob’s face is on fire, and he wants to strangle Johanna and then walk directly into the ocean. 

But before he can, Dream smirks, tilting his head toward Johanna but keeping his eyes locked on Hob.

“I’m just that good.”

Hob knows he’s staring, but Dream’s never looked at him like that before and maybe he’s not as crazy as he thought, and Johanna is making fake gagging noises, and then Dream is placing a drink in front of him.

Pulling himself together, Hob smiles and takes a sip, “So what’s this one called?”

Dream doesn’t miss a beat, “It’s called ‘Fuck Me Tonight’.”

Hob chokes on the drink.

[temeyes]

yet another sloppy painting w/ ghost

[noahmullariii]

the way Percy's friend group is literally -

4 monsters:

half-goat who's technically twice his age

one-eyed brother who's technically half his age

surprisingly lovely giant dog from hell

strangely devoted flying horse who can talk

and an odd assortment of people:

his mama

immortal lesbian who was a tree for a few years

scary buff girl who bullied him a little

autistic kid who radiates death and had a crush on him

nicest demigod ever whom he had a crush on before he... died

allegedly normal girl who now randomly tells the future

autistic girl who tried her absolute hardest to hate him then promptly fell in love with him. now they're soulmates

goddess of hearth