#week thirteen

[ineffablyruined]

Sorry for the day delay this week! I went to the Eras Tour yesterday and it was a full day event. I meant to post before I left, but it got hectic in the morning. Without further ado, @interesting-egg and I want you to know:

Week Thirteen's Prompt Is:

Confession.

Are we finally getting a love confession? Does someone have a secret that comes to light? Are we getting down and dirty in a church? You decide!

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[thisapplepielife]

Written for a @astrangersummer.

Cat Distribution System

Week #13 Prompt: Cat or Farmer's Market | Word Count: 587 | Rating: T | POV: Argyle | Characters: Argyle, Jonathan | CW: Language, Recreational Weed Use | Tags: Modern AU, Silly Fluff, Argyle Goes To Get One Kind of Brownie, Comes Home With Another

"You bought a cat? At the farmer's market?" Jonathan asks.

No, no, no. 

Is he goofy? Has Jonathan already been smoking the ol' sticky icky icky without him? That won't do. He was supposed to wait on Argyle to go get the good brownies at the farmer's market. You know, the good ones. If you can follow that drift. 

But buy a cat? Of course not. You can't buy cats at the farmer's market. Cats are just at the farmer's market sometimes, and then you just…take one home. If you want. If you're chosen. If the cat distribution system is smiling down upon you and yours.

Then, and only then, you get a cat. And it gets to not be homeless anymore. Win-win for everyone. But his buddy Jonathan looks concerned. There's no room for concern here. Only happiness at their good fortune at winning today's cat lottery.

So, yeah. Argyle wanted. He definitely wanted. A cat? Who wouldn't want a cat? What a fun brochacho to add to the house. Cats have the best energy. Having a cat will be way better than hiring someone expensive to Feng Shui the place. 

"Argyle? Are you listening to me?" Jonathan says, more snappish this time. What bee is in his bonnet? 

The cat is wiggling and squirming, and Argyle puts him down. He immediately darts away.

"Little, dude. Wait! You gotta meet Jonathan. He's your other dad. I told you about him!"

"Argyle," Jonathan says, and he looks exasperated. But he always looks like that, so Argyle isn't concerned. "I don't think I'm meant to be a cat dad. I'm allergic."

"Not anymore, dude," Argyle is happy to inform him. He knows this. His uncle's cousin on Margy's side has a friend who knows a guy from work who was able to, like, stop being allergic. To his own cat. Not to other cats. But to his own. 

Through love.

Or exposure.

Something.

Either way. It happened. And BAM! No more allergy to Mr. Snaggletooth. Or Fred. Argyle doesn't know what that cat's name is, but it's probably something real good.

"My cat allergy doesn't exist?" Jonathan asks, and immediately wipes at his eyes that do look a little watery and red.

But it's psychosomatic. Or the weed. Argyle's sure of it.

Or, maybe the cat exposure therapy takes longer than five minutes. Maybe it'll take a day. But once you've claimed your cat as your cat, then you won't be allergic. Because the cat is family now, and you can't be allergic to your family. It's against the universe or some shit. For sure. Argyle's absolutely certain.

"Say he's your cat," Argyle demands.

"Argyle."

"Declare it."

"Argyle."

Well, he doesn't have to say it out loud. He just needs to think it. And surely he's thinking it. 

"You won't be allergic tomorrow," Argyle informs Jonathan, and then hands over the sack of special brownies that he bought from behind the curtain, before he found Brownie the cat. 

He should probably formally introduce Jonathan.

"His name is Brownie," Argyle states.

"He's not brown?" Jonathan questions, but takes the tray of brownies out of the sack, inspecting them.

"No, but he was near the brownies. And we have brownies. And now we have him. It's a Brownie day. All around."

Jonathan doesn't look excited about Brownie the cat, but he does look happy about the brownies, as he takes a big bite.

Argyle smiles. That's it. One or two of those, and Jonathan will love Brownie.

He'll love everything.

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[tarlosweddingcelebration]

Prompt 1 — favourite friendship(s) (tarlos + ______)

Prompt 2 — hanging with 126 / dinner with parents

Prompt 3 — "How did I get so lucky?" [contributed by @tarlosweeklyprompts]

This week will run from 11th - 17th August.

-> Each week of this event will have three prompts. You can combine or use them individually to create any kind of fanwork(s) you would like to! There is absolutely no pressure to get involved every week! Have fun! I can't wait to see all of your creations!

-> Please remember to tag posts with #tarlosweddingcelebration and/or #tarlosweddingevent.

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[peace-hunter]

Optimus wasn't a fuzzy baby most of the time but sometimes he simply refused to fall asleep unless Alpha Trion came by to tell him a story. Prima learned to recognize and accept when this happened and how to deal with it (and was only mildly bitter about not being the favorite. again </3), he just wishes his other siblings would listen to him when he said so :/

(continues under read more)

baby prime orion au

if anyone asked Orion why he insisted on sneaking into the archives despite the amount of trouble it constantly got him into, he would say he's trying to find the matrix. and he wouldn't be lying!

but... he also wouldn't be saying the whole truth either.

it's just. he wouldn't know how to explain how those old recordings almost make the grief and longing for something he can't put his finger on go away, if only for a moment. how for barely a second he can almost feel complete despite the gaping hole in his chest.

it never lasts, but even a glimpse of relief is better than sadness that feels never ending.

(he just wishes Alpha Trion's voice didn't make him so goddamn sleepy. he wouldn't get caught nearly as much if he didn't get lulled to sleep half of the time :/)

[cnl0400]

i miss my wife(s)

[florida3exclamationpoints]

House MD + text posts pt. 47/?

[anna-scribbles]

chapter cards for thirteen: november - april

read on ao3

[afraidofbee]

Solomon bday is here!!!?

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[13thdoctorposts]

Just a reminder it’s Lesbian Visibility Week aka their week…

[post-it-notes7]

happy halloween folks!

[did-sm1-say-catfish]

Made an animated portrait of tumblr users with their blorbo

[daily13]

finally got the motivation to finish this after 3 days

[theultracharmingladynoire]

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

"Yet neither bread nor rest would he grant to Celegorm and Curufin within his realm, and he swore that there should be little love between Nargothrond and the sons of Fëanor thereafter. ‘Let it be so!’ said Celegorm, and there was a light of menace in his eyes; but Curufin smiled. Then they took horse and rode away like fire, to find if they might their kindred in the east. But none would go with them, not even those that were of their own people; for all perceived that the curse lay heavily upon the brothers, and that evil followed them." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, "Of Beren and Lúthien"

@cnc-week day 2 ⇢ CURUFIN + FLAMES

[ID: an edit comprised of six posters in shades of brown, black, cool-toned red, and white.

1: A closeup of Saffron Vadher, a british-indian model with brown skin and long black hair. She is shown from just below her eyes to her mid chest, and wears a large silver necklace. Her expression is neutral and her eyes appear closed, one decorated with bold black lines. White text in the center of the image reads "curufinwë" and underneath in a smaller serif italicized font "skilled finwë" / 2: A dark sky full of stars and the red clouds of a nebula. White text at the top of the image reads "stars" and underneath "fire of inspiration." More text at the bottom of the image reads "Curufinwë Feanor's own name; given to this, his favourite son, because he alone showed in some degree the same temper and talents." / 3: Red lightning in a dark sky. One tendril reaches down to strike the dark mass of a hill. Same format as Image 2, but the upper text reads "lightning" and "fire of action" and the lower text reads "And after Celegorm Curufin spoke, more softly but with no less power, conjuring in the minds of the Elves a vision of war and the ruin of Nargothrond." / 4: Saffron Vadher, this time looking straight ahead and leaning her chin on a silver holder. She wears silver earrings and is smiling slightly, possibly in anger. Same format as Image 1, but the text reads "atarinkë" and "little father" / 5: Saffron Vadher's face unevenly reflected in the pieces of a broken mirror that she holds in one hand. She wears a metallic bracelet of interlocking swirls. Same format as Images 1 and 4, but the text reads "fëanárion" and "son of fëanáro" / 6: A billow of red fire in the dark. Same format as Images 2 and 3, but the upper text reads "flame" and "fire of destruction" and the lower text reads "In the night Fëanor, filled with malice, aroused Curufin, and with him . . . he went to the ships and set them all aflame; and the dark sky was red as with a terrible dawn." //End ID]

[cnl0400]

.I.

[asclexe]

thirteen thursday be like bisexual on! don’t forget to euthanize your brother!