#thought I’d share

[yjcorefourenjoyer]

Jason: *sees Tim come into the kitchen with a different coffee cup then he left with*

Jason: “dude, how many do you have?”

Tim: “huh?”

Jason: “coffee cups. every time I see you, you have a different one I’ve seen like 14 just today.”

Tim: “well actually I’ve had 23”

Jason: “why do you have so many!? Are you Losing them!? Do they just break or something!?”

*Tim who has been purposely breaking his favorite cups when he feels angry to show himself that when he’s mad things he love disappears*

“Uh……..”

[sukidude]

my cousin throckmorton?? the one who lives in throckmorton and goes fishing every summer at lake throckmorton?? THAT throckmorton???

[vshushmshu]

moonkissed

the sun set on a peaceful day, and the moon made itself known. for some reason though, it decided to do so while you were in the bathroom, “friend.”

you pursed your lips at the tapping on the closed door, “moon, i’m literally taking a shit. give me a minute.”

“language.”

“whatever, then i’m taking a little booty-pooty, okay?”

“actually, might be worse. nevermind.”

“that’s what i thought. away with thee.”

“mean.”

you hadn’t really taken longer than two minutes after that, but you opened the door to find your robot keeling over dramatically in the hallway, as if dying from the agonizing wait he had to endure. you kicked at his leg lightly, snickering when he exaggeratedly jolted and writhed in pain, “oh, come on, dude. really?”

he didn’t move after that, dead still, with not even a claw at the air surrounding you, “how could you. too long. killed me. dead.”

a sigh, and you promptly turned around, headed for the kitchen, “tragic.”

not even five steps away, and the moon was by your side once more, “it’s late.”

you raised a brow at him, gently punching his arm from where he shuffled beside you, which earned you one back, “the sun just set, big guy. i’m pretty sure there’s still some light left, actually.”

a peek out the blinds confirmed it to be true, the sky still a mix of light pinks and purples that slowly were dissolving to the dark blues of night, and maybe you stood observing for too long. moon tugged at your shirt collar, lightly so as not to choke you, and you took the cue to step away, “never too early for sleep.”

you squinted at him, batting away his hand, to which he complied, and then made your way towards the kitchen again, “you’re just saying that cause you have an agenda. what if i wanted to hang out with you?”

he stayed silent for a moment, watching you look for some candy in the lower cabinets to snack on, “you hang out with us every day, star. not going anywhere. sleep.”

everything was in the upper cabinets, and you didn’t feel like getting a stool to give you the couple inches of height you needed to be able to reach. you turned to him, making a face while raising your arms in request, while he almost seemed to laugh in amusement, “i will sleep, just later. i wanna get some gummies now, though.”

his faceplate clicked as he rotated it to the side, hands reaching out to hover at your sides, “hm, magic word?”

you deadpanned at him, “seriously?”

“seriously.”

you pressed your hands together as if praying to some benevolent god, when really the animatronic bordered on the chaotic evil spectrum, “pretty pleaaseee? with a cherry on top??”

there was a low laugh from him, and he rested his palms on your hips, “and extra whipped cream? with the promise you will sleep at decent time, for once?”

rubbing at your forehead, you nodded along, “yeah, yeah, extra whipped cream, and i promise. can i get the gummies now?”

“of course.”

and with that, the moon lifted you into the air with no effort at all, holding you in place at his mid-torso while you wrapped your legs around him to stay secure, and rummaged through the cabinet until you found the gummies you wanted. you cracked the suckers open, and moon didn’t bother to put you down for a minute, supporting you with one arm and flicking your forehead playfully with a free hand, his faceplate slowly ticking back into place, “happy?”

you gave him a scowl as you popped a gummy into your mouth, rubbing at your forehead before flicking his in return, to which he gave you a less than impressed look that you pretended not to acknowledge with a laugh, “happy.”

“don’t understand why you love sugar so much.”

“put me down, you heathen.”

the next couple hours were spent playing video games, catching up on any work and the like, with the moon peering over your shoulder to mock you when you died or quietly redirect to the correct answer. you were torn on punching him in his flat face or giving him a fat hug, though you considered the former hurt way more, so a hug was chosen; he was confused, but let it happen, soothingly rubbing circles into your back. the pair of you were laying on the couch now, you being on your phone, almost doomscrolling, if not for the fact that moon pointed out something he found funny in the show he was watching every once in a while. the celestial animatronics were always very interested in any form of media, be it reality tv shows to puppet plays.

they must be glad to have the entertainment, a thought. you had looked up once more to catch a glimpse of moon staring at the television with rapt interest, only to find him looking right back at you silently. you raised a brow, “moon?”

he tapped his finger on one of your legs idly, that you had spread out onto him with little to no grumbling from the robot, and hummed to himself, “you promised.”

you checked the time on your phone again, groaning a little, “wh- really? it’s not even that late!”

moon narrowed his eyes, “promised.”

huffing, you shoved your cellular device into a pocket haphazardly, hauling yourself off the couch, “whatever, i regret it.”

with that, you started walking towards the bathroom, but not before yet again witnessing a contortionist trick that the robot did to flip off the couch and onto the floor beside you to follow along. you cringed at the fact that several bones would be broken if a human ever tried to even attempt that, while the moon held up it’s index and thumb in the shape of an L in your face, grin cheeky, “offended gasp.”

“apathetic scoff,” you didn’t laugh, not even a huff of air, but his smile still seemed to stretch at the edges as if placid while you opened the door, moon flicking on the dimmest of nightlights you could find at the store.

you thus began the tedious task of brushing your teeth, the animatronic placing floss and mouthwash on the sink from behind the mirror, while you squeezed out a bead of toothpaste on your brush. you gave him a grateful look, and moon simply ruffled your hair a little, smoothing it back into place when your expression fell into a scowl, chuckling. after the whole shebang was done, you presented an exaggerated smile to your animatronic roommate to show off the now cleaned teeth, which prompted a congratulatory thumbs up from said animatronic accompanied with a gentle push out the door. the door clicked behind you as you complained, trying to give him your best stink eye, “do i have to sleep? now?? it’s barely 11 o’clock!”

he didn’t have to push you anymore though, you trudged your way down the hall by your own accord, moon in tow, “yes.”

a high pitched, mocking “yEs” left you at his response, moon snickering at the stupid face you made to accompany it. you laughed at it yourself a bit, even if not at all thrilled to be laying in bed so soon.

you stared at the ceiling, not even able to count the popcorns due to the darkness. the only light source was the moon’s eyes, led’s sometimes flicking to you to check if you were still conscious, before going back to whatever they did in their computer head. it was maybe the eighth time when he decided to speak up, “can’t?”

a sigh, “what time is it?”

there was a pause, and you traced out the outline of stars you could barely see on their dumb jester pants, the bot patting your head in an attempt to soothe, “1:37.”

you groaned in annoyance, gripping the blanket tighter around you as you curled into him a bit more, arms meeting you half-way, “man.. at least i tried? ‘m sorry.”

he leaned down a little, the bottom of their faceplate bonking the top of your head, and it made you smile a little despite how your eyes burned when you closed them, “no apologizing, it’s okay.”

“okay,” you wrapped your arms around him, the latter reciprocating a light squeeze with arms that were already holding you prior, and you hummed, “need to get more melatonin.”

the animatronic traced the same star shapes into your back, “we will remind you to call. gummies do not work.”

you made a face at him, but didn’t move in the slightest, “i don’t like calling the doctor’s.. and the gummies taste good!! leave me alone!”

eyes looked at you for a minute, before hands began to push you off and untangle the animatronic out from under you, but you held on, “PFFT- wait, not literally!”

there were lilting chuckles, patting your back as hands pulled you back to rest against him, an amused moon relaxing back into his position to now rub at the skin under your eyes, “in the morning.”

you deadpanned, “evil.”

there were a couple more bonks pressed to your hair, which elicited a couple smiley grumbles from you, “the most.”

[ sunkissed ]

[lewisinho]

"(...) and another thing, i've never seen lewis more relaxed than he was after the race on sunday; in the post-race press conference he had the floor to himself, just him on his own, answering questions about the season and what the title means to him; and his answers were heartfelt and illuminating. it was lewis, at his most articulate and endearing...but it was what happened immediately after the cameras stopped rolling that showed what a weight of his shoulders title number seven really is...he walked to the edge of the room and sat down, and even lay down at one point…and i think this must have been the first moment he had to himself since the end of the race and he was soaking it up; he was clearly emotionally drained but also really happy, you could really see the smile on his face. and as i walked out of the room, i said to him: "you alright!?" and he laughed and he wanted to chat, which is something that lewis, the racing driver, isn't usually very good at over a race weekend because he is too focused, too in the zone, too busy, but after clinching this title the wall came down ever so slightly...maybe just for a few minutes but i did see lewis, the man, and he is both interested and interesting, and very likeable. the wall might have gone back up by the time we get to bahrain because one of the things he said was that he still has three races to win this year...but i will always remember witnessing that moment of relaxed euphoria from the champ: turkey 2020."

~tom clarkson via the f1 nation podcast, 17th nov 2020

[goldenslumbersketchbook]

Sketchbook Log: Mary Overland Character Reference

Thought I would post my reference sheet for the comic I’m currently working on. I might make one for Jack later too.

I have a playlist for Mary as well of some songs I listen to while drawing her. ✍🏼 🎶

The Overland Witch: A Five Part Saga

Part 1: Origins, Part 2: Search, Part 3: Variable (WIP) , Part 4 and 5 coming late 2024

[risesthenight]

bro is two sauces tall

[sad-emo-dip-dye]

One of my hcs that I fully and wholeheartedly believe is that Dazai is partially blind in the eye he had under bandages

[diana-thyme]

I’m a big fan of the fact that Holy Water is essentially infinite. If you add a drop of Holy Water to any water, it all turns into Holy Water. So this is a petition to make this the same for all water. Sun water? Infinite. Storm water? Infinite. River water? Moon water? Any other form of blessed or charged water? Infinite. No more not being able to do a spell when you want because you ran out of moon water. Keep tiny jars of the charged water and pour them in a bigger jar. Bam. So much charged water. And then refill the jar in that new supply. This is my petition.

[lupusmusicis]

[ultramarine-00]

so, i drew some stuff last night in pwish discord server vc

[squidd-ink]

Starting this side blog off right with pt.1 of my need to turn little cats into persona characters…..

[anime-b1tch19]

the only appropriate way to flirt with me is through one piece pickup lines

[iusedtohavesixtoes]

Waking up in watercolor.

[spaceboy812]

Random ass Omori headcanon:

Headspace Mari can’t step off of the picnic blanket. By design, she’s meant to stay there. Where she’s safe.

So, when (or if) she DOES, she just clips through the ground and falls into Blackspace. Of course, because of how careful Omori would be, it’s only happened once or twice. But when it does? Very funny.

Example;

Mari: “Hey, what if I come with you guys to Basil’s house? It’ll be fun?”

Omori: “No. Stay.”

Mari: “Oh, c’mon. It’s just this one time!”

*Mari steps off picnic blanket, falls through floor.*

Mari: “AHHH-“

Omori: “Oh god dammit.”

[project-doomsday]

Oh gee oh boy oh golly

Todays mah birthday

I turn 23

I AM AN ELDER

GO OUTSIDE

TOUCH GRASS

Don’t do drugs

🎉🎂🥳🎈🎊

[andoutofharm]

Assorted pictures of Fall Out Boy being Fall Out Boy on the Hella Mega Tour (2021-2022)

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