Heresy

| 22 | Lover of monsters & rodents MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

[threadworn]

Somehow “You’re going to be amazing.” is doing like five times the psychic damage it did the first time I heard it years ago. Ohhh what I would do to have the physical embodiment of fate assure me that I’m going to do a good job. My ribs hurt.

[konoko]

[konoko]

[i-draws-dinosaurs]

sengi

wiggling my sengi

[konoko]

[oldbutchdanielmolloy]

google search how to interact with other human beings in a way that another human being might consider normal or even acceptable

[familywhitesilk]

Sweet dreams till tomorrow

[panic-is-trying]

For bug lovers, observers, and those who want to show support despite their fears!

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For all the bug lovers, observers, and those who want to show support despite their fears. No insect should go unappreciated, but taking act

[konoko]

[sexting] tell me you won't leave me

[konoko]

[sexting] tell me you still want me

[dr3amoon]

[childrenoftermina]

[hellenhighwater]

our office has automatic transcription set up for voicemails and I got this message yesterday and I can't stop thinking about it

fucking. Detective Triple Guns. This is my new favorite anime character. This is the spiritual successor of robocop and trigun. I want to watch the intro for this show that doesnt exist so badly

[hellenhighwater]

Was driving past the state police headquarters and there are hundreds of donuts strewn across the median out front. What is going on, Detective Triple Guns????

[hellenhighwater]

Detective Triple Guns finally has a partner on the force!

[mihai-florescu]

Languages tend to peak at their word for butterfly. Never seen 2 that are the same, either. Papillon. Mariposa. Borboleta. Fluture. Vlinder. Schmetterling. Pillangó. Babochka. Farfalla. Sommerfugl. Perhonen. Farasha. Titali. Chōchō. Nabi. Húdié. Buom buom. Great job guys, i really mean it.

[joy-and-whimsy-official]

Joy and whimsy detected! This post is joyful and whimsical 🦋

[bigpapapickle69]

The Diner

|| Toby drabble x GN! Reader (more fem? iguess idk)

>wc: 721

>summary: The boy that always came to the diner is very.. interesting

>No cws

Harness Your Hopes - Pavement

You memorized that man’s order pretty quickly.

He would come in every Tuesday. Order two waffles, a plate of scrambled eggs, coffee with three creams and sugars, and a side of bacon. A juvenile order, but it was an order that was written on your notepad every week. 

He started coming in mid-October. When the leaves fell, and the air felt more frosty than the previous summer months. Now it was the turning point of spring, and he sat in the booth. Two waffles, a plate of scrambled eggs, coffee with three creams and sugars, and a side of bacon. Crispy. He liked it crispy. 

Sometimes, he wasn’t alone. Two men would be with him. One usually ordered pancakes. The other usually had coffee with three eggs over easy. Their energy was foreboding and dangerous. The truck that they parked in front of the diner was covered in rust and roared to life when started. Other times, there would be a girl with him. She always had a white hoodie on, but she always ordered the most. 

More often than not, he was alone. Sitting in the dining booth farthest away from the front door, on the other side of the diner. He’d draw smiley faces on the check and leave wads of cash, never a card. He always gave too much, and you could never catch him in time. 

He covered the side of his face with a bandage. You weren’t sure what was underneath it, but it would be too rude to ask. He’s a paying customer, not your personal friend. His clothes were weird too, always that brown hoodie with stripes and a pair of goggles sitting on his messy brown hair. A muzzle was worn around his neck. At first you thought it was some cosplay, but he wore it so often that it made you wonder. 

He clicked his tongue and hummed. He smiled only at you. He would use the bathroom after ordering and before paying. He never finished his bacon strips. 

You’re sure he memorized your habits, the same perfume you always wore, and how you did your hair on days when you wanted tips.

You never had a routine. Work hours would be loose, paychecks were never the same. But the man who ordered his waffles and eggs provided a much-needed routine. 

You didn’t know his name. Or where he came from. He was never in the aisles of grocery stores or working behind the counter at a mom and pop shop. For all you knew, he could be a serial killer. But that would be ridiculous. 

The bell above the door chimed, signaling to the staff that someone had walked in. Their heavy boots echoed in the otherwise empty diner. The only other patron was an old man named Dan, who smoked like a chimney and read the newspaper to himself. 

You looked at the calendar, a Tuesday morning. 

You waited for the man to sit down and pretend to look at the menu before coming up with that customer service grin that was always on your face. 

“Welcome to Bob’s, what can I getcha started with?”

You weren’t sure why you asked that. You knew what he was getting.

He laid down the menu, his chewed fingernails smoothing over the laminated paper.

“The usual,” he said, his voice always higher-pitched. 

You scribbled it down, clicking your pen and placing it in your apron.

You watched him eat. He usually started with the coffee, guzzling it down like he was a car sucking gasoline. You’d refill it slowly, just to study him. He would notice it everytime. He would eat his waffles next, drowning them in syrup and butter. Then his eggs, doused in salt. When he started on his bacon, you’d drop off the check. 

By the time you looked back, he was gone. A wad of twenty dollar bills on the table. Always too much. 

You walked up and began clearing the plates. 80’s music filling your ears. The same routine every Tuesday.

Except something was different.

Underneath the clutter of cash, the smiley face by the tip. Something was different, a break away.

A number scratched on the customer copy. The name Toby. The words “call me :).” 

Every Tuesday, you’d look forward to the chime of the bells, and the same order he placed every time. 

a/n: waffle hose 🤤

[whimsical-catacombs]

lol

[drpantalone]

🎨ZefiraineArt on x

Our new world

[theyshapedlikefriends]

Sunlemon Fluffies Leopard Gecko