Jude: i wanna take probiotics and antibiotics at the same time and have them, like, fight in my body
Jonesy: wh...what??
Jude: i wanna see who wins
( courtesy of @lesbian-retoree )

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@6teens-moved
Jude: i wanna take probiotics and antibiotics at the same time and have them, like, fight in my body
Jonesy: wh...what??
Jude: i wanna see who wins
( courtesy of @lesbian-retoree )
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@6teens
“God, Shes so cute… uh, you know that girl who started working at the record shop in the east wing of the mall?? Blue hair, pink glasses, adorable eyes- er, green eyes…” Retoree sighed, brushing a tear from her eye as she gazed at a picture of her crush on her phone.
“S-set me up?! Oh, jeez, uh-” Her face went red, and she squeezed her phone. “I mean, I don’t know if thats necessary-”
“Uh, you can just call me Retoree.” She shook her head as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
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Retoree popped her last McNugget in her mouth as the two headed towards the record store, putting her hands in her pockets. “So, uh, what’s the plan?.. you do have a plan, right?”
“Oh, absolutely not. But it’s fiiine. Relaax. I can do this. Probably. I’ll just ask Wyatt if it’s cool to come over. He should be working here now that Serena finally left this place. “
He shrugged off the wary glance that was given to him in favor of going head in, and decided not to worry about anything. They edged closer to the counter, and Jude casually waited. He draped himself over the counter, a lazy grin etched on his features when suddenly – instead of Wyatt – Cyan came out. His grin went from relaxed to that of an “Oh, shit!” look.
“Ohh….Cyyannn! What’s up, brah? What’re you doing working the front counter? You usually aren’t up here. Is something wrong with Wyatt?”
“Ah! Retoree, Jude!” Cyan smiled brightly, putting a hand to her mouth. “Wyatts on a break right now, s-so I’m covering for him! It’s a little exciting, working the counter for the first time..!”
Retoree, meanwhile, subtly hid behind Jude. Oh jeez, this was not what she was expecting. Wyatt was supposed to be here, not the girl she had it bad for! It was taking everything she had not to run for the bathroom right now.
“Right, well...I guess that is pretty exciting. I just hope the customers haven’t been treatin ya mean. Anyways, i was gonna ask when Wyatt and you had practice next. Y’know, like, for our band? I know what me and Wyatt have goin isn’t exactly your style but I heard that uhhhh....” He looked around, trying to find something to save his ass-- and then an idea tumbled out his mouth before he could even have time to process it. “Retoree here can sing pretty good. She’s got sickass skills, dude. Believe me, i know -- I’ve heard her before. I think.”
When you throw out the packaging of a microwave dinner and immediately forget how long to microwave it for
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@6teens
“God, Shes so cute… uh, you know that girl who started working at the record shop in the east wing of the mall?? Blue hair, pink glasses, adorable eyes- er, green eyes…” Retoree sighed, brushing a tear from her eye as she gazed at a picture of her crush on her phone.
“S-set me up?! Oh, jeez, uh-” Her face went red, and she squeezed her phone. “I mean, I don’t know if thats necessary-”
“Uh, you can just call me Retoree.” She shook her head as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
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Retoree popped her last McNugget in her mouth as the two headed towards the record store, putting her hands in her pockets. “So, uh, what’s the plan?.. you do have a plan, right?”
“Oh, absolutely not. But it’s fiiine. Relaax. I can do this. Probably. I’ll just ask Wyatt if it’s cool to come over. He should be working here now that Serena finally left this place. “
He shrugged off the wary glance that was given to him in favor of going head in, and decided not to worry about anything. They edged closer to the counter, and Jude casually waited. He draped himself over the counter, a lazy grin etched on his features when suddenly -- instead of Wyatt -- Cyan came out. His grin went from relaxed to that of an “Oh, shit!” look.
“Ohh....Cyyannn! What’s up, brah? What’re you doing working the front counter? You usually aren’t up here. Is something wrong with Wyatt?”
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@6teens
Ibuki was pretty bewildered by this. Wowza, she asked for a job opportunity, not a date. Either way, it made her face go red. Putting her hands on her hips, she attempted to laugh it off.
“K-kyaaaahahaa! You’re funny!” She popped a mint in her mouth, trying to keep her ‘cool’ aura. Instead, she started choking on the mint, and spat it out. Damn!
“Uh.. started coming here about two days ago! Like I said, Ibuki’s looking for a job!”
“Oh jeez. Are you okay? You don’t need to get all choked up about it.” He smirked, patting her back to try and ease up her tense shoulders.
“Yeah, I can probably point you in the direction of some great places to work. I’ve worked at just about every job there is in the mall!” Okay, well, that’s a lie. He’d only worked 76 stores out of 936. But she didn’t need to know that.
"Maybe I can get you a good word in with some of the people I used to work with if you reeeeally want me to.”
"Yoo, dog! You there, with the funky blue hair!" Ibuki calls out to Jonesy, strolling up with her hands in her pockets. "Hey! You know where a gal can find a job around here? Like, in a place that's not ultra lame and preppy?" (harujuku-punk)
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“Uh,,,,,,what do you mean by preppy--” He spoke, turning around to face the quad-color haired girl, stopping and staring at her with his mouth open in shock. This girl was................A total Hottie! Reminded him a lot of Nikki, and instantly he felt his face flush. It was quite uncharacteristic of him, but he’d never seen another girl that could quite capture her...style. So he immediately shifted his weight, giving her the sleaziest smile he could (he thought it looked charming, but...not really.) and waggled his eyebrows at her. “Hel-loooo there, hottie. When did you start comin round here?”
Sassday Starters
Can’t or don’t want to participate in Sinday? Well look no further than Sassday! A sassy, sfw alternative to the sinful Sinday!
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1. Send 😝 for my muse to childishly sass yours
2. Send 😇 for my muse to sass yours then act like nothing happened
3. Send 🤔 for my muse to sass yours in a manner where they mock their intelligence
4. Send 💀 for my muse to sass yours in a way where they’re pretty much dead to your muse
5. Send 🤡 for my muse to jokingly sass yours
6. Send 😎 for my muse to sass yours and almost get away with it
7. Send 😨 for my muse to sass yours then realize their grave mistake
8. Send 🖕 for my muse to sass yours out of anger towards them
9. Send 🍳 for my muse to sass yours with just a dash of salt sprinkled in
10. Send 🍟 for my muse to sass yours with heavy amounts of salt poured into their words
11. Send ⁉ to use your own sassy spin on this, you clever cookie
12. Send 🎲 for the mun to search up a randomizer and let luck decide our muses’ fates. (If it lands on 11, the mun responding has to sass the other mun’s muse with theirs creatively. If it lands on 12, roll again!)
Add 🔀 for your muse to sass mine instead!
have you ever looked at an authority figure in your life and thought “wow i respect a well-grilled hot dog more than i respect you”
* random act prompts
send a symbol for our muses to interact!
💨 catch my muse in a lie
🛑 stop my muse from doing something reckless
🥄 feed my muse when they’re ill or injured
🔍 help my muse find a lost item
⚠️ clean up my muse after a fight
⚓ keep my muse anchored (anxiety, nightmare, etc.)
🔫 take a bullet for my muse
🛁 give my muse a bath
🛏️ carry my muse to bed
☠️ protect my muse
✋ hold my muse’s hand
🔪 stab my muse (accident, on purpose)
🚗 leave town with my muse
🕯️ remind my muse that they matter
💥 our muses share a tense moment
📖 our muses read a story
🎀 give my muse a gift
👊 our muses train
🌹 teach my muse something (include details)
🗝️ our muses share a quiet moment
🥪 our muses have a snack
🧡 for an eskimo kiss
❣️ for a top of the head kiss
💛 for a kiss on the cheek
💞 for a kiss on the hand
🖤 for a kiss on a wound (bruise, scar, etc.)
💚 for a forehead kiss
🔥 for an angry and relieved hug
💙 for a hug that won’t be remembered
🤔 for an unwanted hug
🎧 for a calming hug
💧 for a tearful hug
😩 for a ‘ forgive me ’ hug
💟 for a happy hug
🛸 for a goodbye hug
🎉 for a hug filled with laughter
What I feel: I love this character very much because they’ve helped me flex my creative muscle and extend my understanding of what makes a character enjoyable and unique, as well as giving me comfort during rough patches and allowing me to relate to them emotionally
What I say: hgngnhg son
Anon, The Match Maker
Go on anonymous(Or Not) and send me an ask with character from any fandom (Name - Series, Please!), that you picked out to be my muse’s ideal match, and I’ll rate it on the scale below:
One True Pairing! - ❤❤❤❤❤ Almost Perfect! - ❤❤❤❤ I’d Ship It! - ❤❤❤ Sure why not. - ❤❤ Maybe… - ❤ Neutral - (Explain why) Maybe Not… - 💔 Yeah, No… - 💔💔 Anti-Ship! - 💔💔💔 Are You Nuts? - 💔💔💔💔 OH HELL NO! - 💔💔💔💔💔
Then I’ll follow it up with a few words from the muse, mun, or both, explaining why they think it would work out or not!
⨳ — STANLEY PARABLE;
send one for my muse's reaction!
“This is the story of a person named [name].”
“[Name] was happy.”
“No, this couldn’t go any way except badly.”
“In here, I can be happy forever. I will be happy.”
“Now it’s just a little closer. Now it’s even closer. Here it comes…”
“So now that you’re here, what do you think? Isn’t this a fun and unique place to be?”
“Ok I’m done with this now. Aren’t you sick of this gag yet?”
“Well I don’t know how to say this politely, but you could literally hit escape and just restart the game and old time you want.”
“I’m enjoying what seems to be an internal conflict going on where you are literally unable to act on your own desires.”
“I’m going to try and make this as miserable as possible, and we’ll see how long you can maintain.”
“But now comes the real question: what do you think would have happened if you had told me that you wanted this to stop? Do you think it would have been particularly different?”
“Perhaps you would have never even thought of it, if I hadn’t brought up the issue in the first place.”
“so what do you think, which choice was the better one?”
“In fact, I’m just going to say that no one who’s listening to this is lucky.”
“Are you… are you really standing in the broom closet?”
“Please offer me some explanation here, I’m genuinely confused.”
“You do realize there’s no choice or anything in here, right?”
“Literally, this closet is of no significance whatsoever. I never would have thought to mention it.”
“I hope your friends find this concerning.”
“Well, I’ve come to a very definite conclusion about what’s going on right now. You’re dead.”
“Well, in a situation like this, the responsible thing to do is alert someone nearby so as to ensure your body is taken care of before it begins to decompose.”
“HELLO! ANYONE WHO HAPPENS TO BE NEARBY! THE PERSON AT THIS COMPUTER IS DEAD!”
“Alright, when you’ve done that just step outside into the hallway.”
“I guarantee you can’t do any worse than the person who came before you.”
“It was unthinkable, wasn’t it? Was it even possible?”
“Oh [Name], you didn’t just active the controls, did you?”
“Is that what you wanted? Control?”
“I applaud your effort, I really do, but you really need to understand. There’s only so much that machine can do.”
“If you want to throw my story off track, you’re going to have to do much better than that.”
“I’m afraid you don’t have nearly the power you think you do.”
“How long until detonation then? Hmm… let’s say two minutes.”
“Ah, now this is making things a little more fun, isn’t it [name]?”
“Alright. I’m in a good mood, and you’re going to die anyways.”
“This version of events has been rather amusing.”
“[Name]… you’re in for quite a disappointment.”
“I want to watch you for every moment that you’re powerless, to see you made humble.”
“Will you cling desperately to your frail life, or will you let it go peacefully?”
“This was exactly the way, right now, that things were meant to happen.”
“When every path you can walk has been created for you long in advance, death becomes meaningless, making life the same.”
“As long as you move forward, you’ll be walking someone else’s path.”
“Why is there a voice in my head, dictating everything that I’m doing and thinking?”
“I’m through with this dream. I wish it to be over.”
“Please, just someone tell me I’m real! I must be real! I must be!”
“I’ll say it: this is the worst adventure I’ve ever been on.”
“You win! Congratulations! I know you put in a lot of hard work, and it really paid off, so, good job!”
“Okay, I’m getting weirded out by whatever this place is.”
“Hang on, that got a little bit weird back there. Well I’d like to apologize.”
“Wait! Cut the music! Go back and look at that fern!”
“Just don’t acknowledge It™ and we should be fine.”
“I’m not your enemy, really, I’m not.”
“Please, stop trying to make every decision by yourself.”
“It’s pretty humiliating to bring you this for only for you to suddenly decide you have better things to do.”
“Are you listening to me? Can you hear me? Is everything alright?”
“So, you hear me? Are you there? Are you listening to this?”
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Wyatt smiled gently, reassuring Toko.
“Hey, yeah. It’s fine. It’s okay if you aren’t that familiar with English yet, but I figure it could be really fun anyways. Who knows–maybe you’ll be inspired to write poems too! I can help interpret what the others are saying if you really need, though. I know it must be hard to adjust to hearing pure English so fast. Right?”
“I do actually wrote my own poems.. just, uh, not in English.” She chuckled kinda nervously, scratching his chin. This was weird. Toko didn’t quite expect someone to be, well, nice to her. “..if you can translate stuff for me, I-I guess it’d be neat to come…”
“Oh, well that’s a given. I wouldn’t dream of leavin you hanging, that just wouldn’t be cool. “ He shakes his head, then pats her shoulder. “And you do write your own poems? Oh, that’s so cool. If you could translate them into english that would be great – I’m sure you could perform them at some point if you did! I’d still happy to help at any time.”
She flinched a little when he touched her shoulder, but nodded regardless. “Thanks, aha.. my poems are kind of e-embarrassing though, I don’t know if I-I should perform them..” Fukawa hugged her notebook, and looked up at Wyatt. “N-nevermind that. Uh.. what’s your name?”
"Really, it wouldn't be that bad. Poetry out loud is supposed to let all your emotions out -- who cares if it's embarrassing, everybody will still appreciate it. The people at those things are always really nice."
He had a massively confused look for a moment when he was asked his name before realizing that they didn't even know each other yet. "Oh, my name is Wyatt. And you?"
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Caitlin excitedly clapped, grinning as she squealed.
“Oh my GOSH. Really? Can I try it on? I’ve never seen such a beautiful handmade outfit before. I know I’ve seen you in some commercials and stuff for fashion, but I didn’t know you could handmake the stuff you wear!!”
"Wow... I didn't realize that there WERE so many possible evolutions.." she looked kind of dizzy and surprised, holding her head. But even so, they'd continued their trek to find a patch of grass.
The park came into view and sure enough, you could see some wild Eevees here and there, playing in the grass and with other Pokemon. The other Pokemon didn't really catch her eyes...except for one strange one, and it looked like it was glaring at her from a distance.
"Do you... See that thing over there? What is that? And why does it hate me?"
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Caitlin excitedly clapped, grinning as she squealed.
“Oh my GOSH. Really? Can I try it on? I’ve never seen such a beautiful handmade outfit before. I know I’ve seen you in some commercials and stuff for fashion, but I didn’t know you could handmake the stuff you wear!!”
“Welll… I guess if you’re really certain… I can take you up on your offer. If you want, I can just close up shop for a little bit– not like anybody will miss this lemon anyways, and my friends are all busy working.”
“Sounds good! Ooo, this’ll be so fun!!!” Lisia clapped her hands, seeming pretty excited.
“Don’t you worry, Caitlin! I’ll help you find a really nice Pokemon, mark my words!” She gave Caitlin a thumbs up.
Caitlin flashed Lisia a pretty smile, then took off her ridiculous lemon hat and apron, closing and locking up the lemon. After brushing her clothes off, she put her hands on her hips and shifted her weight onto one leg.
“I’m ready when you are, Lisia!!”
Lisia grabbed her by the hand, leading her out of the mall. “We’ve just gotta find some grass, right? Grass is the way to go!.. I think?” She tapped her chin, and peered around for some grass. “You see any grass?”
Caitlin looked around, trying to find some grass but not finding any.
“I don’t see anything but like… If you want we can go venture out some more? I know a nearby area that has a bunch of eevees I think. I mean, I’ve seen a lot of them there. But I’m sure there’s more than just Eevees.”
“Oooh, Eevees! I love Eevees!” She gushed, putting her hands on her cheeks. “I like the pink ones with the pretty blue bows!.. Sylvesters.. Sylveon!”
"WOAH, what? There's a Pokemon like that? No way!! Now I have to get a Sylveon! Do they like... Evolve from eevees or something? I'm pretty new to learning about Pokemon evolution, sorry--"
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Caitlin excitedly clapped, grinning as she squealed.
“Oh my GOSH. Really? Can I try it on? I’ve never seen such a beautiful handmade outfit before. I know I’ve seen you in some commercials and stuff for fashion, but I didn’t know you could handmake the stuff you wear!!”
“Welll… I guess if you’re really certain… I can take you up on your offer. If you want, I can just close up shop for a little bit– not like anybody will miss this lemon anyways, and my friends are all busy working.”
“Sounds good! Ooo, this’ll be so fun!!!” Lisia clapped her hands, seeming pretty excited.
“Don’t you worry, Caitlin! I’ll help you find a really nice Pokemon, mark my words!” She gave Caitlin a thumbs up.
Caitlin flashed Lisia a pretty smile, then took off her ridiculous lemon hat and apron, closing and locking up the lemon. After brushing her clothes off, she put her hands on her hips and shifted her weight onto one leg.
“I’m ready when you are, Lisia!!”
Lisia grabbed her by the hand, leading her out of the mall. “We’ve just gotta find some grass, right? Grass is the way to go!.. I think?” She tapped her chin, and peered around for some grass. “You see any grass?”
Caitlin looked around, trying to find some grass but not finding any.
"I don't see anything but like... If you want we can go venture out some more? I know a nearby area that has a bunch of eevees I think. I mean, I've seen a lot of them there. But I'm sure there's more than just Eevees."