BARBIE SELFIE GENERATOR

just squeeze my ass and tell me everything will be okay. ( stiles <3 )

meme. @wereache

' hey. ' his voice is soft, warm and a little stern for dramatics in an attempt to fully capture stiles' attention. ' look at me. ' isaac doesn't actually wait for stiles to focus on him, instead he places a hand on his jaw firmly, forcing their faces close. ' everything's fine. everything is going to be fine. ' he wishes quietly that he could absorb anxiety through the skin the same way he can with pain. he wishes he could leech every single anxious chemical from stiles' body and hold it himself. instead he swipes a thumb over stiles' cheek, tender and slow.

' and if everything goes wrong ... i've got your back, okay? we'll figure it out. it's not like we haven't dealt with worse. ' he pauses for a second and narrows his eyes a little. he's visibly thinking for a second or two before his other hand slides down, grabbing stiles' ass. ' sorry, forgot. '

meme.

Petrichor - The smell of dry rain on the ground (huangji pwease ) @feiyuie​

The peach trees in the royal garden are piteously neglected, their once-fluffy canopy of green now sparse tufts of dried, worm-eaten leaves. No pale-pink blossoms adorn their boughs, no ample peaches heavy with late summer nectar hang from their branches. There’s an aura of devastation, an air of loss within the path between the rows of depleted trees, the silent specter of its former glory haunting Xuan Ji’s memory of their abundance. And the memory of the woman who once tended them with noble hands calloused in their care of her garden. 

The erstwhile general’s boots sink into the rain-softened soil, giving an unpleasant squelch that draws her attention to the ground. Above her, the heavens dark with portentous clouds suddenly brighten as they part to allow a momentary brilliance of the sun to peek through, illuminating the morning dew upon blades of stubborn grass that grow in wild tussocks along the path. 

Xuan Ji stares at the ground, contemplative to nebulous musings of an exceptional grief that has never abated in all the long days that she’s had to live with the loss of the heaven-forsaken princess that had never quite been hers. She sinks to the ground, unravels upon it, noting with a bland, bleak amusement of the rain that begins to fall, and the rainwater at her back that permeates the heavy cotton of her prisoner’s robes. 

The fraicheur of the rain-endowed earth fills her nose, floods her thoughts with memories of a fleeting, antediluvian joy by Yushi Huang’s side. Before the ineludible fall. And the inevitable apotheosis. Remembrances of the warmth of a hand she could press her war-scarred cheek into. Of a smile bereft of any guile, of a laugh more mellifluous than the nectar of any flowers that grow by her hand. 

Xuan Ji turns her face away from the deluge of the rain, circumspect droplets striking her cheek in what she imagines to be a too-gentle censure. The scent of mud, of earth kissed by the tears of the sky fills her nose, her lungs, so deeply she can taste it upon her tongue. This is how she lays, robes soaked by the assaulting rain, inebriated by the scent of precipitation. Because this is how she remembers her, exalts her, lauds her, glorifies her, loves her.

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. -- accepting

@inheritedname​ SAID: “ back-up isn’t coming. is it? we’re on our own, right? “

   well, talk about a less than savory situation. Musashi isn’t sure how everything went downhill so damn fast, but the how and why didn’t really matter anymore. the only thing that did matter was that both Servants were surrounded by Denizens, most larger in size than a house. were they at full strength, it’d be nothing to worry about. hell, handling one or two would be a piece of cake. most of the time. but this is not ‘most of the time’ and that fact leaves a sour taste in her mouth.

     “ ....Yeah. Afraid it’s just you and me, Archer.”

     fingers curl tightly around the hilt of one of her swords, relishing in how familiar it felt. even if it was only one, that would do. one of her swords was enough-- she would make it be enough. she’s made do with far less, after all. “ I’d suggest us making a run for it but I don’t think they’d let us through so easily. What a pain in the ass.” running would yield them a far better chance of survival too, but with how close-knit the creatures are, breaking through won’t be easy. yet it isn’t impossible. if she can take down Servants despite not being one herself back in that altered land of Shimousa, then she can handle this. plus, two against six seemed like interesting odds.

    “ Alright. Guess that leaves us no choice.” the blade is withdrawn from its scabbard, that tell-tale grin pulling at her lips as she glances to the other Servant. “ Gonna have to force our way through. Think you can handle it?”

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Another one of these but it's just me on discord

This feels like it should be a new meme template.

what kind of liar are you?

DENIAL.

you don't want anyone to get into trouble, or believe that something that has gone terribly, horribly wrong, so you lie. you might not even know that you're lying; you may be just lying to yourself, feeding yourself what seem like truths to make you and others around feel better. we'll be okay. everything is fine. we won't get in trouble. even when the world is falling apart around you, you find a way to look away from the truth so you can breathe easier.

“ you don’t look so good ” / jason

meme. @constantwar

' thanks. '

he lifts a slightly trembling hand, wiping the back of his hand only to see blood dripping from his pale fingers onto the cement below. he winces, spits down and lifts the bottom of his shirt to properly wipe his mouth. the wounds will heal soon enough, but for now there's an ache in most of the muscles of his body and deep into at least one or two of his bones. within an hour or so the only thing agonizing he'll be dealing with is attempting to get the blood stains out of his white shirt.

isaac throws a glance upward, meeting jason's gaze.

' real confidence booster. you must sweep a lot of people off their feet with charming one liners like that. '

Steamed Hams, but Skinner is gracious.

This man has pent up anger, you cannot tell me otherwise

(2020) Throwback Thursday memes with e-dad. (Gurashi and Xenthos)