From mild weather to freaking freezing. It is not okay for it be even remotely close to 0 degrees. 

tf2 doodles from this week

i love how no matter whose pov we main we’re basically all cheering for red to absolutely eat shit today. red team viewers want to see their cubitos get crushed so they get more insane, blue team viewers want their cubitos to go on a relentless pack hunt and kill everyone, green team viewers want their cubitos to get ruthlessly worse and play dirty and secure their first win. we all want team bolas to be destroyed today and i think that’s beautiful

today, an edgeworth in a limited palette

Been rotating this scene in my head for a while now. Tfw the girl who just died right next to you and whose blood you are drenched in is standing upright. Looking at you. Walking toward you.

The search-and-rescue operation in Odesa has ended.

In total, Russians killed 12 Ukrainians, 5 of them - children:

4 months old boy Tymofiy

7 months old girl Liza

3 year old boy Mark

8 year old girl Zlata

9 year old boy Sergiy

🕯

there's something terribly soft about sukugo, which i think is very interesting when put beside the conception that exists of their characters, or really, what their characters actually are and stand for.

bc sukuna and gojo are the strongest. they represent jujutsu in its entirety and carry the true essence of it in their selves. they are jujutsu personified.

and the world of jujutsu is not easy, it's cold and ruthless and destructive. and they are the pinnacle of this endlessly cruel world, drenched in death and everything that jujutsu entails, capable of so much destruction and horror (are even considered to be inhuman)

but then, their relationship with each other, is not so.

it's... the opposite. their relationship is one of joy, of fulfillment, and love. it's not destructive, it's not cold or ruthless. it's warm and loving and constructive. there's a thread of tenderness that laces all their interactions, from the very first till the very last.

and you can really see it in the entirety of their confrontation. it's joyous, they're ecstatic. even in the end, when sukuna finally kills gojo. it's all warmth. it's all love. gojo's death isn't sad. it's joyful. he dies with a smile on his face. sukuna smiles back at him. they give each other, not take from each other. gojo gives love and sukuna gives love back. and that's what ultimately leads to the culmination of their battle. gojo dies for that love, by that love.

Sky’s Secret

rich, complex, caffeinated. something fiddly, something red.

muddle 2 roasted (then chilled) grapes

2 oz. triple crème brie and aged white cheddar fat washed vodka (mostly brie, cheddar aged 1 year — get cheese with some crystals)

1/2 oz. cold brew (tangerine, light berry, sweet almond tasting notes, medium roast)

1/2 oz. — sweet red vermouth. the good local stuff.

stir over ice and double strain

serve in your most audacious martini glass garnish with gold flakes

my thanks to the muses @worldsbeyondpod @quiddie and @onsereverra for reminding me that obviously i should start with coffee when building a drink for suvi 😘😘😘

Aspen doodle!! :) this guy is witnessing the horrors as usual

@re-dracula

Image: the epic handshake meme with “Re: Dracula A Bloody FM Production” on the left, “Squealing Tumblristas” on the right, and “October 3” where the hands clasp.

Why the frick is it -2?

Alicent after her husband damns her children, the ones he forced onto her, the ones she carried and birthed and loved and spent her whole life protecting. after he leaves her, dying a pathetic death, leaving her and her children alone in the world, even more than he had before. after her children are robbed from her, meeting fates promised to them at birth, ones she tried so hard to change. after being left to roam an empty keep, the sounds of her children's antics now long gone. after hearing her own cries echo in the septs, but never reaching the gods, rattling the walls of her chambers, yet falling on deaf ears. Alicent after she decides she will be king, in her eldest's stead, she will weild her own sword in place of her most trusted friend and closest son, she will fill the world with her words like her daughter had, she will take revenge as she sees fit as her youngest had:

Spoilers ahead, y'all!

Whilst I did make a post about timelines and possible magic and extension of life, somehow, the simple explanation escaped me completely. Especially as someone who lives in Norway, where Winter is half of the year.

When were Lila and Jaysohn born, if they knew their dad half their life? Early Winter. Geoffrey probably died sometime right before Spring, where the snow is still thick and the air still freezing. Let's say, if the plot of the story takes place in September-October, Geoffrey died in March-April, with the kids born around December-January. It would, actually, explain everything. We know, from Viola, that these stoats don't follow normal stoat mating patterns; Viola is having her kids in Autumn. Therefore, who's to say Tula couldn't have Lila and Jaysohn in Winter? They're sapient creatures, who can think and plan. We also get the small glimpse that Tula knows that they may have some control over when they get pregnant, but not always. Who's to say it didn't happen to her, too? What if, that Winter was where Tula gained so much, and nearly lost everything in one moment.

Although, I still believe Ava is overestimating her own age just so she can get away with more things.

Feeling particularly fem today, shame I only have a dozen suits, perhaps I should broaden my wardrobe keeping it PINK of course.

“There's more to life than a little money, you know…and it's a beautiful day...”

Sansan + Fargo 1996 au

Tease Tidbit Tuesday 🍳

I was tagged by @daffi-990 @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela and @jeeyuns MWUAHH 💛

Guys, my brain is absolute fucking mush right now, but as soon as I'm done with work for the week, I'm sitting straight down to edit this. 🫡

Until then, here's a bit of a peek into it.

And now, still drunk on the victory of their last rescue, Buck thought maybe he could make up for missing the game with an easy night out.

(After all, he just had to run his mouth and promise a round of drinks for all of… what? Sixteen members of B shift? God.

Well, one more couldn’t hurt now, could it?)

He got out of his uniform with swift movements and not even waiting for his hand to be fully out of the sleeve of his jumper, he was already typing out a text to Eddie.

hey eds, we’re going out for drinks with B.you wanna come?

pulled of a major rescue btw wish yud been ther

Only a few moments after he hit the little arrow, his phone buzzed in his hand with Eddie’s reply.

It’s okay. You guys have fun.

Then, after a few seconds, there was another buzz.

Congrats on the rescue. :)

And this was it. The confusing part.