#yeeeeey

[janiedean]

sssooo

1 was supposed to go to parents’ for dinner and tomorrow have pseudo family lunch with sane side of it

2 uncle tested positive for covid

3 my mom met up with him yesterday and she had a mask but who knows and she’s getting tested tomorrow

4 tldr i’m eating indian take out on my own and if tomorrow also doesn’t work out i have just basic food because i didnt do groceries figuring i’d do holiday lunches

5 i also worked 11-19.30 and it’s sunday the 24th

i sincerely hope this is the last trolling instance 2023 will throw my way

[smearkrann13]

Stranger (2/4)

Dude likes eavesdropping 😭😭😭 nosey little thing

Part 3

[slrsunfire]

There's been so much MadaTobi Big Bang stuff to work on in prep for sign ups going live in a few days from now...no time to write... 🥲

Hopefully I'll be able to breathe for a bit after this weekend!

[musesbykai]

Hey, Oron! Got anything to say about your recent friends?

“They are all a bunch of weirdos. Affectionate.” Oron laughed a little. “I mean, how the hell else would I describe a netrunner merc who seems to be in the same situation as me while dressing like they are from the 1970s; A giant half bird, half machine creature that spits molten metal; A hybrid of a giant monster and a talented engineer; A teenager who seems to get stuck in the worst situations and a guy who lives in a car that uses my war machine as a personal microwave…”

“I like them all. A lot. Don’t really throw the word ‘friend’ around too much anymore but it’s what they are.”

[tommy-thomas]

Colege is back 😭

[bdsmrist]

i love the swag of having a healthy cat. like yes, i definitely over-stress about her health, have panic attacks when her well-being is at risk, and am neurotic about any slight change of behavior. also, i have probably spent over $2k in the three years ive had her. but the vet told me she was a pleasure to have in class and that her teeth look good. so,

[purpleknight9k]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!

[strawhatsoraya]

every time i write something for toji i feel like a lose a year of my life.

[randomisedmongoose]

Welcome to the world famous Martinaise puppet show!

[newsteptale]

I missed it as usually- Thank you guys for your support and interest <3

[magicinverse]

So... I was going to vote for Mike and/or Forever cause I love that dudes and I think they could be really good presidents

However...

HIS JACKET HAS A MINI MEXICAN FLAG!!!!!!! THAT'S MY PRESIDENT

[consciouschunkofmoss]

Fic Time (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

"So," the woman bends her knees down, placing an elbow over her thigh while assessing the scenery before her. "this is all the work he has you doing? Doesn't this get to you," she raises her supported hand, jazzing fingers around in a manner to account all details of the work within the single word 'this', "at all?". It is clear Lindsey is still trying to comprehend the nature behind Jigsaw's work, albeit seeking within the darkest of corners for answers to a much too complex answer, and to an already deeply rooted dilemma, muddled by spoken tradition and little structure.

Amanda is taken off silently from her work, raising her head slightly yet frowning visibly at the questions. "No, that's not true. I-" She scoffs at the comment, looking up incredulous at the woman presenting such baffling conversation - she did regard Detective Perez to hold a supposedly wiser mind within her. "Actually, no, you wouldn't understand." She smiles mockingly to herself, turning her barely acknowledged gaze towards her tools in hand, continuing on with her work at yet another test. Hoping to not break connection so soon, as still seeking for proper answers, Lindsey finally gets down fully, kneeling beside Amanda onto the clusterful floor and reaching to the woman's hand with her own, stopping the work altogether. Warmth and the slight feeling of a trembling vein is all she can allowe herself to register before growing too emotional for her own good. "Then make me understand," with a growing, subtle pause that both choose to ignore, and a gaze towards the woman that falters with her following words "please, Amanda". Lindsey's gaze shifts between the work and her partner's eyes, searching for an answer, and with a failing attempt at keeping herself from diving further into the storm forming at the other woman's eyes. Amanda's posture in turn stiffens, her head turns, and hands are now throbbing at the layers between flesh and metal that keep her from looking anywhere but at the her own chest, dipping her jaw in a growing internal spiraling.

It takes long, tortuous, but most of all painfully silent seconds for her to regain composure, rinsing the instilled poison in her actions, breahting into her slowly rising jaw, and regaining a sense of self that had been completely lost at a single touch, just moments ago. She inhales dust, and exhales rust, yet with all control one can muster, she now looks up at Lindsey. "...It all starts with a uh- a trigger, you know." Letting go slowly off the light hold of Lindsey's hand, a wrench now sat comfortably between her sensitive fingers, aching in tainted orange waste between their fissures. The other woman retracts her hand quickly afterwards, surprised at the resolve taken to shift and place itself so readily upon Amanda's face, with a frown that spoke only of concentration, and the attempts at convincing through visible folds a faulty reasoning - as if telling a fact to a close friend whom one can only slightly disdain in such pre-acquired knowledge.

She slowly turns back to the floor, accompanying her a heaving chest that if viewed from the outside might as well have been interpreted as accomplished exhaustion at her endless work. In reality, the woman was trembling from hair fiber to grinding sole leather, much too aware of her position to be any more willing to stop talking - and be drowned in seemed ill induced acknowledgement of her opening up - than to simply carry on with a sentece she feels as if arriving to a cliff's edge; from which she cannot quite hold herself from falling at.

It all would soon spill, as such as was Amanda's tendency, by Lindsey's observations, on uncontrolled and wavering emotions. But, to Amanda, be guaranteed that whatever is coming loose inside her will come through words before tears.

"Nothing escapes John, not even himself, he says. He tries to gives us a way; something, someone, to somehow regain that feeling he always spoke of at our time before-" her mouth shuts before she can react at will, with an underlying turmoil that Lindsey can't quite see, much less comprehend - as the woman can only hope she is doing the right thing by reaching out and taking into the woman's space. Amanda is aware, though, by all means, that she is the only one to know what lays beneath her own glossy eyes. She sniffles, quickly albeit erraticly dragging her free hand across her face to distance the thoughts and upcoming tears. It is never humiliation without an audience ready to devour her feelings whole, so she is careful to not let them win her head over so easily - as a fair fight must at least be won, otherwise you're left with resentment of not giving your all.

"Before our own tests." Perez still waits as Amanda keeps on dragging hands across her face, and nods to herself as her brow furrows in deep analysis, basking into the slow unraveling of the other's words. "Believe or not, I- I get that." it is but a mere attempt at not leaving Amanda alone in sharing of emotions, and despite not having looked at anything but the floor, the sincerity that pours out is great enough to not pass by unnoticed. There is no malicious intent that transpired from her, and Amanda is taken aback by the attention that both finally meet eye to eye - careful eyes to apprenhensive ones, the perfect yet unrecognized match that they might as well soon grow used to.

Opening her mouth as to counteract such a devout and unfiltered action, Amanda frowns to herself when finding no words within to retaliate the serious, seeking and insightful expression Lindsey bore. With that, expression growing to clear itself from anything other than a wide-eyed questioning, she decides to continue, yet now with a certain undivided attention to the woman's reflecting gaze, in a state of tender and buzzing static present. "It's just a matter of knowing other people's stories, like John says, to know which buttons to push." Amanda tightens her grip with renewed intent, looking back to her project and returning to work for a simple demonstration of proficiency as she struggles with a screw until a final swing is given, piecing it tightly into place, "and then we'll be finally ready to start."

Amanda finishes after seconds passed in silence, with a side grin to herself, gazing at the finished piece, and finally turning to Lindsey to realize her growing excitement, which, by such unwanted yet well cultivated reflex, is quickly hidden behind a much too suddenly shifting facet - a frown like of the faux irritation of a child, one that tightens her face and makes Lindsey wonder for how long would this act continue to endear her within the great lack of subtlety.

She smiles back at the Amanda, satisfied with the answers given, and an understanding expression that has acknowledged that their conversation had neared its end, yet that nevertheless rendered a brand of closeness to both of them that would tug to their strings.

[keeps-ache]

~and her name was tangeriiiiiiiiiine~

[timelapse!]

[m0stlygh0st]

Sav!!!! I'm sorry you're having a rough time, bestie... hugging you so much right now 🫂🫂🫂🫂💖💖💖💖

I heard you're accepting gushes, so I thought I'd stop by, hehe... hopefully, my endless talking about Rockie might cheer you up a little 💖

This is my favorite doodle I made when I first started shipping with him (gosh, my first Java doodle 🥹), and this is my absolute favorite gif I made from his mv for Rocker's High 🥰

He is absolutely gorgeous and handsome and sweet and kind and passionate and chill and wise and... gfbgbhgmh... I feel so comfortable and safe with him fr 😭💖 Rockie is literally the very first character I've ever come across in my life that I felt such an intimate and deep emotional connection with. Out of all my f/os on my massive list, I feel like I relate to him the most - as in, completely with all of my heart. I grew up with classic rock as a kid, so his style of music instantly resonated with me. I actually fell for him from the second I pulled him in C.RO.B!!! I didn't care that he was only a rare Cookie, I still maxed out his magic candy and almost maxed out his level, too... God, his energetic personality won me over so quickly!! Rockstar as a young Cookie was absolutely adorable, and it feels incredible to play all the C.ooki.e R.u.n games and watch him slowly grow into the guy I ship with and love so much... C.RO.B (his experimental phase), C.RTO.A (his metal/guitar-smashing phase), and C.R.K (the self assured, confident old man I know and love and will soon marry... 🥹💖). He knows exactly what his music is and what it means to him because he's gone through a lifetime of experience, and I love that I get to see all these sides of him... I get to learn what made him who he is... and C.R.K will have a special place in my life forever as the game that gave me my husband and soulmate in this life... 🥰💖

Y'know, I literally kept him on my list as a platonic f/o in the back of my mind for years because I thought he was too young to ship with... and then C.R.K happened and made my dreams come true in the best way possible. I'm eternally grateful that they committed to creating an older, more mature design for him because they don't always make older Cookies in C.ooki.e R.u.n - and they don't always update their original Cookies in such a drastic way, either!!!

But they did for Rockie, and I absolutely adore him in every single way!!! His looks, his songs, his attitude, his voice... oh god don't get me started on how hot his voice is... I could listen to him sing and talk for hours in that rough, deep undertone of his - you know, the one he uses when he's not trying to shine in the spotlight... his calmer, more everyday voice... *siiiiiiiiigh*... ☺️🫶🏻💋💋

Art: plurralthing 💖

(Of course, I did add a few of my own headcanons that I thought fit him too, but honestly... you can't go wrong with giving this man transmasc genderfluidity when he literally oozes it at every opportunity imo!! Also, fuzzy old man... body hair... hhhhghjgjgbbbhn)

Anyway, I just... I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT MY MAN FR... He is everything to me 🫦💕

♡• rockstars-babe •♡

REFFIIIIIEEEEE I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOU AND ROCKSTAR COOKIE AAAAAA

Like??? Your dynamic together is just so sweet and stuff, you know? Like, it's the kind of love that gives people good vibes just by being around, you know? That's the kinda vibe I get, anyway. 💕 It's the kind of love that just!!! Ages like a good wine!!! May it last for forever and always, my friend!!

It took me a couple days to get around to finally answering this but thank you for sharing your love!!! It really cheered me up and I hope you had as much fun gushing as I did reading, heh. :3c

[iris-nonsense]

Ace finally appeared!! Oda put all of his pussy in this character design

[torgawl]

i just sent my stupid thesis