and there’s a special kind of sadness that seems to come with spring

it’s blorbo’s birthday yay 🥳 🥳🥳

KDJ: ugh I feel like I’m being electrocuted…

KimCom, electrocuting him: wtf why isn’t this working

'Amity Park likes Phantom' memes

Sqq gets kidnapped by demons and he's allowed to write one (1) letter to cq, but he's not allowed to even HINT at being stuck or kidnapped. Knowing this, he sprinkles in just enough demonic lingo to render the letter vaguely indecipherable to yqy (and pass muster with the demons as 'not code'), meaning he has to summon sqh to try and figure out what his xiao jiu is saying. Sqh takes one looks at this harmless letter and sees, as a line break, the more code sos.

me with almost 30k on ao3 in the last two months, do i get to call myself a fanfic writer now too instead of just a fanartist

hmmm. i dont really think the destiel meme should be used for updates on palestine, even if its good news. like idk thats just my personal onion it feels a little trivializing

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH ZACH I CANT EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE (no cause the way I ran to my friends to show them these and proceeded to curl up on the floor while they laughed. IM INSANE OVER THEM QwQ <33333)

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN, RAHHHHH

just doin' my job, ma'am

Please, please tell me something about Untitled 1!

(By which I mean, of course, please share something you’re excited about)

excited about this Hob realization in 70s SF AU:

Hob grows quiet and starts unpicking a seam on his jacket, so he fishes out his cigarettes and offers the box. Hob takes one gratefully. “Thanks, man.”

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“Anyways. Probably for the better. Doubt he wanted a queer or a poet for a son. Only other way I’ve really taken after him is smoking. Started two years after he died, same brand I remembered seeing in his truck. Lucky Strikes, like you. It’s where he had to smoke. Mom wouldn’t let him do it inside. Calls it a nasty habit.” Hob snorts. “’Least she used better words when she found out I was gay. I think she secretly hopes I’ll quit both. Send her a postcard one of these days: ‘Hi ma, San Francisco is great. I’m all finished with smoking and men. Still a poet, sad to say, but I don’t associate with the hippies here. Doesn’t the Golden Gate Bridge look lovely in this photo? Send my love to everyone.’”

Dream laughs. Hob beams, nudges his shoulder into him. “So. What about yours?”

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“Why not?” He fumbles out a cigarette, lights it. He’ll play Dream’s mystery man for him. “C’mon, huh?” He takes a shaky drag. “Why not? Why don’t you take something from me, then, and we’ll call it even?”

Dream stares unblinking at him for a moment and then sets his beer down on the table with a sudden clatter. Shit, maybe he’ll deck me, he thinks, if I’m lucky.

Instead, Dream reaches out and pulls the cigarette from his lips and puts it between his own. Hob sways forward after it. Dream takes a long drag and tilts his head back to blow the smoke past Hob. His throat is pale. Like the fucking moon. His eyes haven’t left Hob’s. Sharp wet seaglass. Fuck, fuck, fuck, thinks Hob. Dream stubs out the cigarette and leans forward. He never smokes. He always has cigarettes, and he never smokes. His voice is rough from it. “Like that?”

I bought my mother a new cell phone using an awesome coupon, and today she wanted to buy my dad a phone. She was logged in and we tried to buy the new phone and the coupon wasn't working. So, I called upon a rep.

Rep: code only can be used once

Me: thanks! 🙃

Me: *30 seconds later goes back onto the website, picks exact same phone, checks out as guest this time, uses an alternate name and email, same address, same payment method. Coupon worked. Misson accomplished.

Fuck you rep, telling me what I can and cannot do.

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Make your muse!

Stolen from @ceaselxss

Bc in the immortal words of John Waters, "Sometimes, stupid and cute are enough." 😌

version with the bad words in it under the cut

@ardenssolis said ; Watches Camazotz from a distance, cheek on open palm. Look at him just looking so sullen and unapproachable. How endearing. / 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃.

CLACK. CLACK. While Ozymandias has his own..... peculiar way of entertaining himself, so did Camazotz as well. Old habits die hard as they say, and even despite the magnitude of different forms of entertainment that were available in Chaldea, he still managed to find himself rummaging through an assortment of skulls once again. Skulls that belonged to no other than him and that countless of times he's been too stubborn to spare them to their poor master who often lacked materials. Now what did he do with these skulls? crush them. As simple as that. A trait not at all related to bats but of a bored god passing time in the underworld. What was the amusing part of this? was there some sort of hidden significance to such a peculiar habit? none of it. He merely enjoyed the cracking sound skulls made when he crushed them with his claws, just like how any other person might find snacks such as potato chips to be enticing because of their crunchy structure, so did he; albeit in his case, he, of course, did not eat these bones; it was merely the sound that entertained him, and as something far easier to acquire than purchasing clay vases, that was one of the ways in which the lord of the house of the bats passed his time.

Back to the scenario in itself―; he truly did look like a fish out of water. How he sat in a corner by himself, surrounded by the blinding lights and white chalk-colored walls of Chaldea that contrasted so heavily with an individual who lounged in the dark and who was used to such environments. He was not someone who entirely rejected the idea of light, he knew it was necessary, yet this much.... It was unnerving, and if one was paying as much attention as Ozymandias was to Camazotz at that moment, they would be able to figure out how unnerved he seemed. Irritated, annoyed, uncomfortable, itchy if one could say. He didn't like this place, not at all, and it was evident in the way he did not occupy as much space as he naturally would were they to be in a place more fitting to his liking; so there he was, sulking in a corner and crushing skulls, this time with so much dedication that dust started gathering on the ground beneath him.

And to add to how annoying the whole environment was, there was him. Of course, there was him. It was daytime, why would the sun not be up? And he noticed it, perhaps also why he was feeling so itchy as well- did he not have anything better to do than to stare at him? Even he didn't need to have eyes on the back of his own skull to be able to feel the pharaoh staring at him.

He rolls his eyes and huffs, muttering something that could not be heard from the distance that separated them while slightly turning to his own side even more, almost as if stubbornly wanting to make the other have a much more difficult time in observing what he was doing. Whatever it was that Ozymandias wanted of him, he was not going to have it. Simply because Camazotz wanted it to be that way, and that was the way of Camazotz, to make things work for him.

hc + 😃 for a happiness-themed headcanon

Thematic Headcanons.

Happiness is a vague concept to Stoplight. Contentment would be a better term, the sort that a full belly gives you and feeling comfortable in your surroundings. Living on his own, having to only focus on feeding himself lends him that much comfort at the very least. Life down in the darkest reaches is hard; there's a good reason why there aren't many things living down there but for what it's worth, he doesn't miss the constant hunger gnawing at his belly. Life at the surface has brought it's own share of challenges but there is plenty to eat, for there is only one belly to fill instead of thousands. There is more variety too, countless species of shallow-dwelling fish and crustaceans that provide plenty of much-needed nourishment and more importantly, taste. Personal belongings are a new concept he's enjoying. Stoplight has found rare pleasure in collecting things from around the coast, squirreling them away to his underwater abode. It's a lonely feeling being seperated from the rest of his colony but the items added to his possession make him feel a little less lonely, imagining all these strange new things he can show to any other Trench who that have yet to find their way out of the darkness to him.