#fiiiine

[unashamedly-enthusiastic]

It's so quiet and still outside, it's not even raining, there are almost no clouds

It is giving me THE ANXIENTY

They broke out the level RED warning for this, the first in more than a decade, every single school and nursery in 50 miles is closed, mine and the husbands offices will not open even for the security teams, I stood as twenty of us got our first real use of the Emergency Alert system

how bad could it possibly be? It's just a braw brict moonlighct nick the'nickt

[emeraldsk]

Random thought so I'm dropping it to see if it's worth doing lol

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Y'know where this is going. >:)

Emerald: Hey guys, heard we were bakin- OH MY-

Black Forest cookie: I'M STUCK IN THE OVEN!!

Shadow Milk cookie: HELP IT GOT ME-

Mr. Puzzles: I ACCIDENTALLY PUT SOMEONE IN THE OVEN FU-!!

Monika: I ate all of the chocolate chips what do I dooooo :(

Horror Mario: WHERE'S. THE CONDENSED. MILK?!

Black Sapphire cookie: I FORGOT TO BUY THE FRIDGE!!

Pure Vanilla cookie: RUN, THE BUTTER IS FIGHTING BACK-

Eternal Sugar cookie: This is so easy! I wonder why everyone is in a rush? :)

Sunset: I'M OUT OF EGGS-

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So uh tempted to draw this and make it a vid, anyone interested in that lol?

[carlyraejepsans]

finally picked up twewy again and GOD damn it. of course. i wasn't feeling neku as a main character so of course they hit me with the amnesiac protagonist out of the blue. god damn it. god. damn it. they know i love that shit

[rita-repulsa-ke]

One bed

There’s only one bed.

It’s in a shitty camper van at the edge of nowhere, off Carolyn’s radar, and there’s barely enough room in it for both of them. It’s sticky-hot in the summer, freezing cold in the winter and too cramped all the time.

They lie on it together, trace the scars they’ve left on each other’s bodies and can’t imagine anywhere else they’d rather be.

[beachy--head]

Jesse Williams at the 80th Venice International Film Festival

[nattaphum]

Apo on twitter: goodnight everyone 🥰

Mile: NOT ON MY WATCH

[ladykatibeth]

Actually it’s very interesting to me that as of season three there’s a lot of points where like…if Nandor is just being an asshole or being his regular particular self Laszlo and Nadja will make fun of him but when he’s like genuinely upset and sad about something they’ll be like (in their own unique aloof ways, usually framed as annoyance) “this is the worst thing I’ve experienced, watched, and listened to ever. I hate it.”

[illusionsofdreaming]

Sloth Days;

Notes: So I was stuck on the imagine I was writing and as I was browsing through my WIPs I saw this one at the very bottom and I thought, why the heck not? Dusted it off and here it is~

Ft: Cale

You had always been an early riser regardless of how late you went to bed the night before. It’s as if your body’s internal clock couldn’t stand sleeping in when there was still so much to be done.

In theory it meant you could be far more productive with more time spent awake than sleeping. Papers that need to be signed off never cease increasing. That would’ve been the case if you could get to your desk in the first place. The reason for your imprisonment to your bed being the very weight across your waist. 

You sighed, glancing down at the arm resting across you. Despite going to bed sleeping with space between you, he always manages to slide across to hold you throughout the night. 

Knowing you’d meet resistance in the morning, you had brought some paperwork to the bedside prior to retiring for the night, but such meagre amount was quickly finished, and the rest of the pile sitting on your desk just across the room beckoned you so. 

After a bit of dithering between waiting for him to wake (which won’t happen for another few hours at best) or risk his ire for disturbing his rest, your restlessness won. You glanced down, making sure he indeed was fast asleep before you dared to move the weight across your lap. However, the moment you shifted, as if sensing your intentions to leave, the man immediately roused and the arm that rested across your lap became a vice that held you in place.

You watched as he groaned, turning and curling into the pillows, clearly reluctant to give up on his dreams. You couldn’t help but shake your head in bafflement at his stubbornness to fight against his obvious desire to remain asleep just to hold you in place when he’s barely conscious.

“Go back to sleep.” You laughed gently, brushing a hand through his messy locks not at all surprised when his hold only tightened further in response.

“Where are you going.” bleary eyes glanced up at you from the pillows, brows pulled in a frown, clearly not enjoying being awake at this time of day.

“There’s just some things I wanted to go over..” At the mention of work his frown deepened further and you knew it’s a lost cause when his gaze moved to the papers on your lap. 

“It’s the weekend.” His tone was disapproving.

You didn’t stop him as he reached for the documents, shifting over to give him space as he sat up to skim through them.

“The duchy doesn’t stop functioning on weekends.” You reminded him hoping to dissuade him from the rant you knew was coming. 

Your efforts were in vain as Cale’s expression scrunched up as his eyes ran over the contents of the documents. “I’m sure the duchy can survive a day without,” he narrowed his eyes at the words on the page. “Your approval on the levy amount on the trade routes- Aigoo what’s this? You’re leaving the bed for this?” He waved the papers in distaste as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. 

“Cale!” You exclaimed in shock as he threw the documents aside. “Those are importan-“

“Remember my dream?” he interrupted as he caught your hands in his grip gently.

You sighed in fond exasperation, rolling your eyes. After all, there’s no one in the kingdom who hadn’t heard of the legendary Cale Henituse’s dream. “Yes, yes it’s to live a slacker life but that doesn’t apply to me-“

“You’re trying to sabotage it.” 

“What?” you exclaimed with surprise, shock from the accusation momentarily halting your weak struggle to break free from his hold. “How does me doing my work interrupt you living out your slacker life?”

He replied instantaneously. “I cannot enjoy my slacker life on good conscience if you’re slaving away on a holiday. My mental health is just as important as my physical health.”

You gaped at the gall of this man. “You can’t just make things up to suit your purposes-” 

You stifled your gasp of surprise when he pulled you down, his strength belying his weak appearance. For a man who always looked one breeze away from crumpling into himself, Cale Henituse was still the hero that saved the kingdom from ruin. 

You stared up at him, unamused and your lips parted to tell him off for his childish antics but was momentarily distracted by the way his eyes that were usually brown, shone red like the purest rubies from the way the early morning rays hit them just right. The way his lips curled into a smug grin told you he’d caught your distracted state and your face flamed with embarrassment.

Like the shrewd man he is, Cale wasted no time in pressing his advantage. “After all I’ve done for the kingdom don’t you think you should help preserve this simple dream of mine?” 

“But the documents…” you protested even as he leaned closer, resting more of his weight on you. Trapping you.

“Leave those matters for the vassal heads to handle.” he said, brushing his fingers, feather light against your cheek. “That’s their job.” 

“The duchy…” whatever you meant to say were left scattered to the winds as he started kissing down your throat, his weight a comfortable presence that surrounded you.

“Take a rest __________.” he hummed against your skin, his large hands left imprints on your waist, sliding up and warming your sides, making it incredibly hard to keep work at the forefront of your mind. “Stay in bed.”

He met your lips with the most tender kiss. One kiss became two, then three and four until nothing but Cale, Cale, Cale was left on your mind. When you finally parted, the satisfied smile on his face should irk you though the warm fuzzy feelings you’re floating in made it hard to remember why you were protesting in the first place.

“Would you look at that?” he said suddenly, glancing around and tilting his head to the side as he pretended to listen for something. “The duchy is still doing fine.”

You smacked his shoulder with a laugh. “Shut up.”

His grin was wide as he pulled you close and you can taste the smile on his lips as he sealed his over yours. “That was the plan.”