#yeah idk either

[eternitysnake]

you ever hear about bleeding-heart doves

fucked up he bears a wound he has never suffered, and so will all his kin.

[cliopadra]

Izzy, but he’s the cat your mum lets into your room at 5:47am because it *needs* you to wake up.

[leonisdumbasallhell]

But did the fish smack Leon in the face with its tail?

[part-toons]

Flying Dead Pig

[tobythetrashyartist]

[mashedpotatosinacup]

[irishthings]

In a part of my dream last night I said to two people either side of me, in Irish "wanna see a crime?"

But for some reason I forgot the Irish word for crime and said "foréigin" instead

So I said "WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE VIOLENCE?"

Anyway the violence in question was a stolen meal tray from a Ryanair flight.

My dream self had yanked a whole folding meal tray off the back of a seat on a Ryanair flight and kept it in my home as a prized possession.

[sequiteur]

From a discord convo with @atamascolily, who also wrote a fic about this scenario!

[voltrohgodwhat]

"Guys. Guys, I think... I might be part garland."

-Keith, stumbling into a flower display

[faejilly]

so my job is an apprenticeship style program, which means I have a lot of here is how business & communication work, please don't be a rude idiot in your next job and make us look bad style online trainings. (Most of which are actually pretty reasonable to go through, though I do increase the speed on a lot of them.)

But the current one is on storytelling (for relationship building and presenting etc.) and the presenter is a giant nerd about it (#mood) and concluded his little mini-video about the positive effects of shared storytelling with a some info on the science behind measuring oxytocin levels to show increased emotional bonding in groups, and the fact that they can make artificial oxytocin now, which is like practically a love potion, but "the truth is the ultimate love potion is stories"

and I'm just

do you hang out on tumblr dude? 'cause that'd do numbers here

[definitelyanearthperson]

Barbieland in a nutshell :

[aptericia]

*Playing Partitio’s final chapter this morning*

Roque: This invention will revolutionize the world!!

Me: I could draw Utena in the Octopath II Inventor outfit 👀

[inaris-mage-of-storms]

Jimmy dreamed about a tree.

He didn't know what kind of tree. An evergreen of some sort, that much was obvious, but beyond that he had no idea. He knew he loved it very much.

The wind was blowing. Jimmy loved the wind, too. Sometimes it held him aloft and sometimes it let him fall, but he loved the places it took him. Especially when it brought him back to the tree.

Hello, he said to the tree.

Hello, the tree said to him.

Jimmy ran his hand over a willowy branch. It curled around his fingers, and the way the tree leaned in the wind felt like it might be trying to envelop him in a hug.

It wasn't, of course, because it was just a tree. But Jimmy grinned and leaned into the embrace anyway. The needles were soft, so long as he moved carefully and in all the right directions. Sometimes the rough texture pulled and poked at his skin anyway, but he didn't mind. The branches wouldn't be able to support his weight if he leaned too hard, but they still felt like safety.

I missed you, said the tree.

There is so much to see, said Jimmy.

Stay with me, said the tree.

Isn't the wind wonderful? said Jimmy.

Jimmy couldn't stay with the tree all of the time, no matter how much he loved it. The wind tangled him in the tree for now, but soon its warm currents would carry him away again. He needed to be in the wind the same way the tree needed to be rooted in the dirt, but he didn't know how to explain what he knew in his soul. Especially to a tree.

Why don't you move? he asked the tree. He knew the tree would say it couldn't, but maybe, if the tree explained why, they could figure out a solution.

What is move? the tree asked him.

It's what I do, said Jimmy. I move. Come with me.

I don't understand the things you say sometimes, said the tree. Sometimes you are here and sometimes you are not, and I don't know why. But I know I miss you when you are not.

I can't, said Jimmy. I don't know why. But I know I miss you too.

The wind was getting stronger. It would change direction soon. Jimmy sighed. The tree creaked in the wind, and it sounded like a sigh too.

Stay with me, said the tree.

There is so much to see, said Jimmy.

}{

Jimmy blinked blearily and stretched as he woke. What had he been dreaming about? He rubbed his hands over his face with a frown, the details slipping away like a feather in the wind.

Was I...talking to a tree? Jimmy huffed out a laugh at the absurdity. Maybe he should ask Scott if there was something in the cake they'd eaten together.

Well, weird dreams or not, yesterday had been...nice. Jimmy smiled to remember it. Scott had really gone all out for their meeting in the little cave. He had an odd feeling that maybe there was something else there he wasn't getting, some question Scott had been trying to ask. Maybe...

No, that was a silly thought. It was just a meeting.

The Codfather planned out the day in his head as he got dressed, and his dream was forgotten. Outside, the wind blew warm and strong, and trees creaked like a sigh.

[blairelythere]

Elbow kisser

✨️Leave no weenis unkissed ✨️

[neppy-34]

Geheehsh imagine lyla in the heart of the spider society HQ, shes huge, a giantic, robot ai.

She’s beautiful. She is so bright and beautiful

Miguel finds himself visiting her often, yet visiting is an odd word considering shes with him anyway. Only about 3 inches tall.

But here shes huge ,Bigger than the sky, Larger than life.

His short, 15 minute here and there breaks are spent here, spent with her. He sits on the railings surrounding the gaping hole she resides in, they chat. His legs dangle off the edge. He cant help but swing them in an odd child-like way.

As these visits go on, he finds himself being entranced by how brightly lyla glows, her fuzzy outline, the way she sways as she speaks.

He wants her to hold him. He would fit perfectly in her hand, still perhaps having a bit of wiggle room.

And so he does just that

Miguel gives a gentle yet firm demand for lyla to hold out her hand.

So she does just that

It’s a little awkward at first, jumping from the railing to the tips of her fingers, tripping over his own feet. Lyla only smiles, using her free hand and softly pinching Miguels torso in between her thumb and index. Picking him up, and laying him flat on his back in her open palm.

They stay like this for a moment. Its so hard for Miguel not to flutter his eyes shut. Lyla is so so warm, and Miguel is so so exhausted. His bones feel heavy, his limbs feel like lead.

Lyla brings him close to her face, and Miguel tenses up, hes not used to this, not yet.

Warm, Electric lips are placed upon him, its crushing but so comfortable, a weighted blanket of lyla.

A kiss goodnight.

[beam-meup-scotty]

hes unalive jim