#or... something

[astergore]

something something stress desperation and murder

[fortprovoking]

Uuuuuuhhhmmm canni gettta uhhhhh number jon

day 26 excuse to doodle more wretched jhonee bear..note to self reblog this and first silly bear post on main... THAT'S GOOD JONTENT!!!

relatable moment when theres a demon in your bear

[librathefangirl]

One trivial little thing I wanna see in season 4 is TK and Carlos actually having dinner together.

I mean...

We had the non-dinner in 1x01. The deleted tamales dinner from 1x05. I guess we did get the boba (not dinner) scene in 1x10. The missed dinner in 2x08. The off-screen family (minus Owen) dinner in 2x11-12. The off-screen chicken dinner in 3x12. TK making Carlos (not-)lunch in 3x11 Not gonna talk about the poisoned soup in 3x12. Carlos' one-sided dinner in 3x13. The off-screen sushi in 3x17.

But no actual Tarlos dinner yet!

[shroudandsands]

Prompt #24: Vicissitudes

“You two,” She sighed. “Why...” Nono paused for a moment, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. “No. That’s it. Why? Why this?”

She looked at the wreckage of the fish tank- Skub, the fish, thankfully saved and put back into a holding tank for the time being- as well as the surrounding debris from Sbahi’s escape. The gil scattered all over the floor from the betting pot. The water stained floor. She sighed. Again. She ignored the remark about the deepening lines in her forehead. She ignored the second remark from Laoet about the stress lines already there. She ignored the third exchanged between the two of them regarding the source of both- “Look. I don’t even care. I- Yes. Yes I know you both aren’t at fault. You never are. You’ve done nothing wrong before in your lives and I should know that already. I don’t care. I just want you to fix all of this-” She made a sweeping gesture at the wreckage. “-before I decide I regret having you both around. Or before Sbahi gets the idea to burn this damned mansion down because you locked her in a Twelsvedamned fish tank.”

The last remark seemed to shut the two of them up for a moment, giving her enough time to begin to piece together her thoughts. To piece together the few remaining ‘what the swiving hells’ she had yet to verbalize. One of them for wondering how Sbahi lost to a fish. Another for how they convinced Sbahi to bet on this herself. And the last for how they expected all of this to end. There was no way they sincerely thought that Skub would- She rested her face in her hands. She sighed for the third time. Glass shattered upstairs.

Her eyes shot upwards but the two Au Ra were already sprinting up the stairs before she could even begin to react. Sbahi cursing, a thud, Ardeth and Laoet cursing, two more thuds. She heard glass crunch into the rugs and against the wood floors. She watched water start to drip down the stairs. She blinked several times. Sighed. For the fourth time. She started her way slowly up the stairs.

Three victims. Face down in the entryway. Skub swam in a small bowl she procured, content in whatever it was he’d done. She didn’t care to find out. She had a tank to replace. And therapy to pay for, probably.

[disgustiphage]

toothy gothy boi

[a-sour-nectarine]

Sitting in my room, stale tears illuminated by the light of the half finished emotion study up on my laptop, as regina spektor plays just barely too loudly from my speaker. I know that blue light glasses aren't a magic headache fix. I put them on anyway and refuse to take an advil. Squinting down at the book of ogden nash poetry on the bed is really not helping either. Prematurely old, that's what I am. Too many sins of omission to be okay, at this point.

Granola bars are not sufficient dinners. I never did claim they were, and anything carter says to the contrary is incorrect.

[nyarmand]

also whoever sent that ask should consider chatting with @evenom. resident emma fan