#wait

[drag00ni]

Dainsleif from memory, one of the only characters there who matters to me (may it find whom it finds without tags)

[lost-and-cursed]

What the fuck is horseradish? And who the hell disqualified Belarus?

Mediterranean apathy metaphors

[toughpaperround]

Join the hose-line between firefam teams... passing the cable or some-such between neighbours across their garden fences - saving the day just in time.

So 911 and so heartwarming!

[deservetoknow]

pinning them against the wall to keep quiet

› FIRST   TOUCH   PROMPTS : accepting

The glow of her phone’s flashlight alights at least a dozen wooden shipping boxes stacked in the hidden cellar they’ve discovered. A few have been stamped FRAGILE in vibrant red ink. Are these the stolen artifacts the museum never received? Expected to arrive at the museum a week ago, evidence to their disappearance was slim. A slain pilot in the airplane hanger the boxes were scheduled to arrive in. Only two dusty boot prints at the crime scene and a discarded list of goods now missing.

The slam of something metal sounds from the floor above – most likely a door, garnering her attention. Karen’s eyes widen and dart upwards then quickly scan the space in search of cover. It is about twenty feet by twelve, with a few pillars, a row of large metal lockers and the crates currently claiming a majority free area in the center.

The heavy tread of a possible night guard or possibly the pilot’s killer stop at the door leading down to the cellar and Karen hears the turn of its rusty door knob. There is no other exit.

She pockets her phone and wraps a hand around the pepper spray attached to her keys. The crates are large enough to hide behind, but do not guarantee cover if the unwanted company decide to look over thier contents.

Elektra’s typical form of dealing with witnesses will most likely backfire if the not friendly visitor doesn’t return from the hidden cellar. There could be other people upstairs or offsite partners waiting to hear from them. Killing someone now will expose Karen’s investigation. What if she is standing in the room with the answer?

“Elektra,” Karen whispers urgently into the dark, “don’t kill – ”

An unseen hand that can only belong to the assassin grabbed ahold of her jacket-covered arm and pulled Karen through the void of dark space to slip behind one of the large metal lockers. She hadn’t realized there was enough space for one person let alone two, ‘enough space’ being a liberal description. Karen’s original instruction halts with her body pressed against the cool wall of the cellar, Elektra between the dark green metal wall of the locker and Karen. Her face is turned towards the open space leading back out into the room as a dim yellow light turns on. If Karen turned her face the tip of her nose would graze Elektra’s cheekbone. The warmth of Karen’s anxious breaths brush back against her lips after contact with Elektra’s cheek. Their shallow, without space between their bodies to properly inhale. Through the thick layer of her trench coat, Karen still feels the exact alignment of Elektra’s body against hers. Hips to hips, torso to torso, Elektra’s heartbeat strong and calm in contrast to Karen’s fear they’d be caught.

Seconds stretch like hours as footsteps descend the stairs and move about the room. The creaking of wood giving way to pressure must be a crowbar prying open one of the wooden crates. Elektra smells faintly like orchids. There had been several varieties of bouquets when Karen’s mother died and the recognizable fragrance surprises her. We’re they not so physically close, Karen would never have noticed.

[tallyhall-updates]

zubin gay?

If you mean gay as in joyous and gleeful, then yes.

Love forever, Zubin

[fluffycuddlebug]

This is the crossover I least expected to happen

I watched Nerdy Prudes Must Die recently, and I thought I'd hate Grace at first but she's literally my favorite character in any Starkid musicals now

[zombieplaguedoc]

Imagine going to a coffee shop with your f/o[s] and picking a hot drink and something to eat for one another. Do you go for what you know they love the most or do you pick something new and fun for them to enjoy? What do they buy for you? if you get different things, do you allow them to take a sip/bite of your beverage and treat? Do they share with you?

ANTIS FUCK OFF, THIS AIN'T FOR YOU

[egforsakentakes]

back with more twotime thoughts incredibly headcanony self indulgent ones

so i saw one twotime design where one of their eyes instead of being like. eye was pure white with the spawn symbol inside and i loved it and adopted it for my own design of them and i was thinking about WHY itd be like that if itd be a 'blessing' from the cult or born with it or something else but ive landed on the idea of it being a glass eye and i really like it

either them willingly sacrificing their eye to Spawn or my main thoughts of their eye getting damaged somehow snd the cult doesnt really have proper medical care so the only solution is just sorta. cut it out and replace it!! and ofc the glass eye made by the cult for them having the spawn symbol

i imagine this would happen sometime around them being like 15-18 age (since in my mind they are 27 during forsaken period) so theyve had it for a while and are pretty used to it. they also Do Not Think to bring it up to the other survivors ever

this leads to my really stupid thought of them at one point muttering 'theres something behind my eye..' during intermission and the others just kinda assuming they are being yknow. twotime. until they PULL THEIR EYE OUT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE- they are completely oblivious to the fact no one else is aware their eye is fake yet and also i think half the survivors just had a heart attack hsjsjsjs

sorry this is so much and so self indulgent i wanted to ramble about my design / thoughts for them hfjdjdjd

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[enimsiyobeht]

https://www.tumblr.com/enimsiyobeht/783027569953046528/i-dont-usually-shoot-my-shot-but-youre-making

I’m ya grandmother (not the same anon because this is your actual grandmother)

alrighttt yall getting my references

[corleoneange1]

wait, hear me out on Tony Soprano

[the-lady-of-the-blue]

Seems like Sina's TV guide shows Zanghai Zhuan airing in May 18th.

[m1dgemodge]

He’ll getcha if you don’t donate 👀

I love the thumbnails for the Reprise Cast Interviews because like. Most of them are the actors in character but the photos are clearly recent and done for this. And then there's Jamie and Will's where Jamie's a picture of Charlotte from the original production and Will's is Himself in Regular Clothing.

[makingsenseofwhathappened]

“Ignoring isn’t the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.” Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

[daily-selfship-questions]

Imagine going to Build-A-Bear(or any shop similar to it) with your F/O(s) and dressing up bears as one another, so you are always with them, and they are always with you, for every adventure or awaiting your arrival home! Maybe you or them get a special bear to represent one another, like the Time to Relax Bear, or Mondrian Composition? Or, is it even a bear at all? There are loads of other critters to choose from! And even some fun other options, like Sanrio, Pokemon, Animal Crossing, Star Trek, and so on! Maybe one of you gets bribed into buying the Giant Sanrio Cinnamonroll plush, who knows.

And the little outfits is where all the personality and caricature is at! That's what really adds to making the plushie Them. So now they are always with you, ready for you to give them a squeeze or tag along some place.

[ofviolentdeath]

He hadn't expected that. He had put his entire strength into that pull, expecting at least some weight or struggle, and he fell hard. The mutt layed there for a moment, stunned with Aries on top of him still. "What the fuck?! Are you some sort of fucking bird or some shit?" he practically yelped when he finally did find his voice again, making no move to shove the other off of him yet.

That was significantly more effective. Mostly because Aries was much, much lighter than he looked. His bone structure was different, and if Salem ever needed a reminder that he wasn't human, the ease with which he could pull him off the counter would certainly do it. He could make himself heavier when he needed to, but he didn't do it in his day to day. So Salem pulled and Aries came with ease, kind of falling on top of him, but it drew another laugh. What an unexpected day he was having.