#that's probably

[sethezh14]

Okay funny little thing I forgot from the Mario Galaxy Movie

Bowser Flexes to the Queen of Bees so Mario, Yoshi but especially Luigi can leave the Honeycomb Planet and get to Princess Peach & Toad to save Rosalina.

[chris-phd]

[masterwcrk]

@bastxrds​ ( Poe ): “We’re gonna run out of oxygen.” [from poe? wh13 because those two together give me life]

      the walls closing in on them had triggered a rise in panic so severe, she’d nearly lost herself then. them STOPPING hadn’t helped, because the doors were just as cut off, leaving them there in this pocket offshoot off the main hall that hadn’t been in any of the maps Magnus had had her memorize before they had started this entire endeavor. it’s part of the living warehouse, she realizes. in the time since Warehouse 2 had gone dormant, it wasn’t entirely unsurprising it had taken on a life of its own & opened up old pathways or even some new that hadn’t made it onto the surviving maps for the new caretaker to pass on. 

      all of this was absolutely fascinating but it didn’t curb the ever-rising panic as she realizes he’s right. the whimper that claws its way out of her throat is the best response she can offer before she slides down the stone walls & tries to breathe normally. panicking will deplete their already precious oxygen, & she needs to think. she reaches for him in the darkness, relaxing visibly when her hand connects with the solidity of his arm. they’d faced down the spine of saracen together - inventorying & moving artifacts from warehouse 2 shouldn’t be harder. they’d followed the damn map, they should be right at the inner sanctum where they could effectively disarm all of the defenses & start their work, so how-

      ‘ ... when we came inside. that first hallway. did we descend two levels, or three? ’ her hand slides down his arm, finding his own hand as she squeezes his fingers to center herself. the longer she thinks about it, the more she’s sure. ‘ we’re in the right place -- we’re just on the level above. I’m SURE of it. which... the floor is thin here... ’ thin, but stone. if only they had some way to break it.

[kurowrites]

My biggest beef with a lot of modern romance novel is that many of them boil down to 'we don't really like each other/are on opposing sides of a conflict, but I inexplicably feel attracted to you.'

Me: Sounds fake. Next please.

[justpeachy--keen]

I Solomonly Swear (That I’m Up to No Good) 🍑 [Rotten Peach]

@arawnprydain

It had only been two days, thank you very much. Because, despite being rather wishy washy and easily distracted, two things had kept Peach on task for this particular mission:

1) The fact that Scary Guy(TM), was fucking scary. And she was pretty sure he would actually, like, try to fuck her up or something if she didn’t Comply With Demands or whatever.

2) She was intrigued. Simple as that. Her curiosity had been piqued. And Peach’s curiosity was a dangerous beast. Curiosity killed the cat, after all.

So, here she was, on the evening of the second day, tromping through the graveyard, because the Scary Guy(TM) had not given her his name or any way of contacting or finding him. Going back to the place she had first met him seemed like the best way to find him. She kind of wanted to impress him, take the initiative, y’know? 

She didn’t know why she had that urge. Maybe, because she always wanted to impress people. Because if she impressed people, they would actually like her. If she impressed people, they’d want to keep her around.

Even the Scary Guy(TM).

“HEY, Scary Guy(TM)!!” she called once she had sufficiently entered the graveyard. It was an hour or so before sunset, the sky all orange and pink, the clouds hanging lightly, clinging to the sunset like one of those flimsy white curtains that, like, all old ladies had hanging in their kitchens. 

“Are you here?!” she called, “I have that info you want!!”

[petitjury]

I can imagine a client walking into The Figgis Agency and just witnessing hell on earth.

Archer is smashing bottles on the ground while screaming random movie titles as Lana yells at him from the other side of the room. Pam has a whole turkey under one arm and a literal toddler under the other (who's just laughing and clapping her hands). Cheryl is in the corner standing on a couch and pouring gas all over Krieger, who is curled up into a ball because he's on mushrooms or something. Ray is sitting near them, clutching a puppy calender from 2014 and crying. Cyril fell asleep in a bowl of punch and will wake up every minute to panic and gasp for air before nodding off and falling back into it. Malory isn't even there.

The client proceeds to blink a couple of times and turn around to leave.

[azysllas]

uh.. a chunk of my computer fell out ;;