#let's open that door to find out

[sheepandpencils]

Shh, let him sleep.

#Jiang cheng #jiang wanyin #chen qing ling #the untamed #cql #sect leader jiang definitely overworks himself #and definitely doesnt get enough sleep #so it wouldnt surprise me that sometimes he just passes out on the floorf #we’ve all been there #and if someone opens the door to find him as such #its really best to just shut the door again and be on your way #and let him rest.

[imthursdaysyme]

Installment of the wrestlers 2/3: Eddie stole Steve’s leftovers

#drawing #art #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #I think that Eddie was on his way home from work and Steve was in their house as he is and opens the fridge to find his leftovers gone #and so Steve waits and wait and then as soon as Eddie comes in the trailer door #POW #attacked #Steve barralled into him as fast as possible and went for the stomach to fold the giant im half #and it worked #Eddie’s let’s go flying and hit Wayne who came out to warn Eddie steve was gunna get him but was too late #steve said I’m a runner imma track star and these thighs are made for lunging and these hands are made for taking you out on the ground #1 2 3 anD HES OUT EVERYONE #but then Eddie flips them over and they tumble out the trailer door and down the rickety steps and steve curses and Wayne is just watching #and they get on the dirt but they don’t stop there no they are now tumbling in the dirt until Steve’s got eddie in that leg lock grip and #Eddie pleads for mercy #Wayne drags them both in by their scruffs #it’s just that one is smiling and one is pouting but they are both limping and groaning cause the steps bruised them up #when they decided to go crashing through the door #Wayne makes them both do dish duty to talk it out but Eddie hits Steve with a towel and Steve throws water on Eddie #anyway #digital art

[wormshirt]

The Doctor needs one of those classes they give to expecting/hopeful parents but for humans. Get their ass enrolled in a parenting course. And everytime they get a new companion he has to retake the course.

#doctor who #dw #the doctor #inspired by the deleted scene of her just pushing amy out of the tardis doors into space #while amy was having an anxiety attack. YOU CANNOT DO THAT! #they have access to all of time and space the doctor has to be able to find a human parenting/caretaker course #bonus points if he ends up taking one for human children. #imgine youre travelling with the doctor and he leaves and comes back one day and says they enrolled themself in a human management course #and youre like 'oh thank god finally' #and then she just starts bubble wrapping the entire tardis and locking off entire rooms and giving you coloring sheets and stim toys #when you get bored #and starts taking you to like. fucking parks to play with other humans. #and starts carrying like fucking snacks like lunchables and shit everywhere and giving them to you at regular intervals #and you're like 'hey what the fuck.' #and you ask them what the hell they're doing and you find out they were learning to care for human TODDLERS. #and you're like. jesus fucking christ. explains so much. mildly disconcerting how much stayed the same though. #and so obviously you ask 'do you see me as a child?' and the doctor is like. ah. interesting question. #you know what else is interesting. OOOOOOO TELETUBBIES LETS LOOK AT THE TELETUBBIES OOOOOO EDUCATIONAL GAMES OOOO!!!! #LOOK AT THE SMALL HUMAN ON THE SCREEN WHICH PAIR OF SHOES MATCHES THE DRESS??? CHOOSE FAST!!!!!! #this could also open the door for an amazing bit though #where you start doing all of the same things back to the doctor and it works even better on them than it did you. #turn their ass into an ipad kid. they start arguing too much put his ass on minecraft pocket edition. #she just sits there for 1-3 hours. dead silence. you walk over like. 'hey. um. you good.' #no answer. you look ove rher shoulder. she has recreated ancient rome in minecraft in exact replica and is the reigning emperor. #they are roleplaying the roman senate with sheep and villagers. okay. can you please save the world now. please. #this is not to infantilize the doctor. he is old as shit. they are an adult. but by god can they be easily entertained. #not to mention that a key factor of the doctor IS their eternal childishness. #but they ARE a fully grown adult. beyond that even. ancient 'were you alive to see the dinosaurs grandpa?' ass motherfucker. #they are just also a masive loser. who would love minecraft pocket edition and lunchables. probably. who doesn't though. #bangers

[theflyingfeeling]

💖 it's here, it's pink, it's sparkly, and full of fluff 💖

Hiiiiii and welcome to witness my attempt at an Olli/Allu Advent Calendar, in which I'll give you ~a cute little something~ about these two idiots in love almost every day until December 24! My plan is to use prompts from this list to either write a fic based on the prompt or just some good ol' delulu thoughts if all else fails. I cannot guarantee there'll be a post literally every day, but I'm really excited to try this out and I thank you for your support along the way in advance 💝

The biggest thanks and a million hugs go to one of my favourite human beings @kraeuterhexchen for making the adorable banner!! I mean helloooooo?? 😭 Go show them some love ❣️

For December 1, the prompt list is titled One True Pairing Moments, and the prompt I chose was 'calling just to hear their voice' 🥺 You can read the fic below, I hope you like it <3

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PS. Even though this is an advent calendar of sorts, I'm not planning on making this particularly Christmassy. I hope no one minds terribly!

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Falling for Aleksi had, in a way, sneaked up on Olli, at least if he fooled himself a little. He could pretend he didn’t feel any different about the man than he did about, say, Joonas or Tommi, but that strategy only worked for so long – that is to say, approximately until Aleksi as much as smiled softly at him from across a room or bumped his shoulder into his jovially when walking down the street and Olli would feel his breath getting caught in his throat or stumble in his words, his tongue tangled like shoelaces, which was so unlike him as well and frustrated him to no end. It really took a special kind of fool to not only develop some level of feelings for a friend, a colleague, a bandmate for Christ’s sake, but also become so hopelessly enamored with him that you rolled awake in bed in the dead of night, grabbing your phone and tossing it back on the nightstand again and again because you couldn’t decide whether or not you should, on some erratic 2 o’clock impulse, call him to let him know he was the very reason for your insomnia. 

Turning on his back, Olli groaned (only a little desperately) as he remembered losing himself in the lingering hug they had shared just before the arrivals lobby at the airport, inhaling Aleksi’s scent and wishing they wouldn’t have to go home just yet, even if Olli was more than ready to finally sleep in his own bed again. Ironically, ever since they had returned home from tour, Olli had spent night after sleepless night missing Aleksi terribly: his stupid jokes and playful banter that bordered on being flirtatious if Olli allowed himself the benefit of delusion; his quick, subtle smiles that probably meant nothing; his little touches Olli hoped meant something; his smell and his touch and the softness of his hair at the back of his neck, compared to which the blanket Olli was grasping in his fist was like sandpaper. (How he had come to know of the qualities of Aleksi’s hair in such detail, he preferred not to dwell on too much to save himself from the heartache, so let’s just leave it at ‘stressful, emotional week far away from home’ and ‘a little too much to drink’).

Above all, Olli missed Aleksi’s voice. He hadn’t even thought that was possible, until the other morning when Olli had woken up to a voice message Aleksi had left just hours earlier, rambling about a song idea he had gotten in the middle of the night – something he did from time to time – and Olli had spent the next several minutes replaying it over and over again as he had lied in bed procrastinating getting up and and instead closing his eyes to better imagine Aleksi lying there beside him, turned on his side to face Olli, talking to him sleepily like they often did when they shared a room on tour and were just too lazy to join others at breakfast. Much like the hug at the airport, Olli wished those moments would have lasted way longer than they did, often ending abruptly when either of their phones would go off with Santeri’s name on the screen, a passive-aggressive interruption to the soft, low tone of Aleksi’s early-morning thoughts. (Sometimes, when Olli was lucky enough, he had been blessed with the bliss of feeling the light touch of a fingertip tracing along his collarbone, cut short just as frustratingly by their well-meaning tour manager politely enquiring whether the two of them had plans of dragging themselves downstairs for some toast and coffee, or if they’d rather starve until lunchtime, for which he wasn’t at all sure they’d even have time that day.)

The lovesick idiot that he was, his thumb hovered over the ‘play’ button of Aleksi’s voice message, probably for the millionth time that week. The chest-carving hesitation turned into a heart flip when he noticed Aleksi was online.

Then Aleksi began to type, and Olli held his breath the entire time until a new message appeared in the thread, anticipation holding him by his throat.

You awake?

Olli exhaled and typed his affirmative reply, leaving out the reason why.

He blinked at the screen, waiting for Aleksi to ask him a random question that clearly couldn’t wait until morning, or perhaps talk about something related to another late-night Twitch stream (from what Olli had gathered, Aleksi had been doing a lot of those recently, and with his last remaining braincell Olli had managed to resist the temptation to watch every single one of them, because he knew that if he did, it would only dig his grave of pining and longing deeper, seeing Aleksi smile and giggle about but not being able to do that with him or snuggle up next to him when he was wearing that flannel Olli often used as a blanket in the tour bus). But instead of another text appearing on the screen, Olli’s phone began to vibrate in his hand, and it took him an embarrassingly long while to understand it was because Aleksi was calling him. 

“Hi,” he sighed when he finally collected himself enough to speak. He prayed he’d be able to hear what Aleksi was going to say from the thumping heartbeat echoing in his ears.

“Hi,” a soft voice said. “Sorry, I know it’s late…”

“No, not at all,” Olli hurried to say, “I mean, I wasn’t sleeping. Not even close, actually.” Part of him hoped Aleksi wouldn’t ask about it, but in some foolhardy way the possibility intrigued him. 

Nothing much, he would have likely said anyway, but what would happen if he told Aleksi how it really was? That he squeezed his pillow imagining it was him instead, or wailed into it because something had reminded him of a moment-that-was-probably-not-a-Moment™ they had shared? What would Aleksi say if he knew Olli sometimes touched himself the way Aleksi had touched him That One Night they never talked about? The only obstacle between Olli and that knowledge was a bottomless ocean of cold sweat and cowardice, and Olli had never been a great swimmer.

“So, ummm…,” Olli said when Aleksi’s end stayed silent. “What’s up?”

A short breath of laughter sounded through the phone line.

“Honestly? I don’t know, I… It’s just been a… weird week, I guess.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, like… my head’s just been so full of… everything and… I’ve been so busy and kinda tense and… fuck, this is going to sound crazy,” Aleksi laughed that brief laugh again, although to Olli it didn’t sound particularly cheerful. Tired, more like. Strained, somehow. Not sad, but definitely a little troubled, and Olli intended to find out why.

“I’m all for crazy, you know.” Olli hoped his sorry attempt to lighten Aleksi’s mood would work, and so he smiled in relief when he heard Aleksi chuckle at his comment.

“I know,” Aleksi said softly, in that tone of voice that had Olli melt against his bedsheets. “So yeah, it’s been a rough week, but… in between all that stupid shit, I’ve been thinking a lot about… umm… well, the tour and– and… about you, for some reason,” (the troubled laugh made its return) “and… yeah. That’s sort of helped me a lot recently.”

Olli listened to the words carefully, not fully believing what he was hearing, yet clinging on to them until they were all but swirling around in his otherwise empty head like dry leaves in October wind.

“And tonight I just couldn’t fucking sleep for some reason and nothing I did seemed to help and so I thought I’d call you. And I’m–” If it hadn’t been dead silent otherwise, Olli wouldn’t have heard the shaky breath Aleksi paused to take, “I’m sorry I’m calling you at this hour and bothering you with this all but I guess I just… wanted to hear your voice. To see if that would help.”

“Does it?” Olli asked. Aleksi’s confession had made him clasp his blanket close to his chest, as if that would do anything about his rapidly beating heart.

“Yeah. It does. So maybe just… keep talking?”

Despite his mind living a life of its own, completely unfit to form a single coherent thought, for Aleksi’s sake Olli tried his best to think of something to say, but everything he came up with was something he was not ready to tell him quite yet. 

“Uuummmm…” he said to buy himself some time, but while he waited for his useless brain and mouth to form any actual words, Aleksi spoke again.

“Fuck, I’m– I’m sorry, this is too weird, I shouldn’t have– I’ll let you go back to–”

“I miss you,” Olli blurted before Aleksi would hang up on him. He squeezed his eyes shut when Aleksi went silent, too silent for too long for it to mean any good.

The line stayed open, however, which Olli took as a positive sign, even if the seconds during which all Olli could hear was Aleksi's quiet breathing seemed endless.

“And I you,” Aleksi finally replied. “A little too much, probably, or at least that’s what it feels like,” he chuckled. Olli almost missed the quiet sniff that followed.

He had to steel himself for his next question.

“What do you mean?”

“Just… forget it.” Aleksi said quietly. Contrary to Aleksi’s request, Olli knew he was going to all but ‘forget it’ for the next 3-5 business days; mentally he booked all his evenings as well as most of his mornings and noons for pondering what exactly had been in Aleksi’s mind in that moment or why he had sounded so sombre, almost disappointed. He’d probably never come to any satisfactory conclusion about it though, at least not without a little help from Aleksi himself. 

A ridiculous idea popped into his head, and before he could stop himself, the words flooded out of his mouth.

“Do you wanna come over some time? To hang out? When your schedule’s a little less tight, I mean.” He sucked on his lips and closed his eyes as he waited for Aleksi’s answer, ready to hang up the moment he’d decline the offer on some obvious and logical reason for why Aleksi couldn’t possibly make nor want to take a trip to the north to see him, such as ‘didn’t we just spend over two months on the road together?’ or ‘damn, buddy, I miss you alright but not quite that much, I’ve done enough sitting in public transportation for one year, thank you very much lol’ or ‘what about Rilla?’

“You could take Rilla with you, you know.” Olli hurried to say, just in case, the deranged part of his brain thinking there might be a chance Aleksi might be at least considering it.

“Oh! Well, umm… I actually might have time next week? If– if you’re actually being serious about this.”

Funny you should ask, Aleksi; I’ve actually never been more serious about anything in my entire life than I am about having you here with me so that I can hold you and be held by you and see your face when I wake up in the morning and say goodnight to your annoyingly cute face instead of via text message and maybe, if the stars are in position and the northern wind won’t discourage me too much, I might actually be brave enough to torment you with the knowledge of just how miserable I’ve been since we last saw each other.

“I think it would be cool,” he said, because he had a feeling what he wanted to say would’ve been a tad too much and sudden. “I mean, if you’re up for it, of course. I understand if you can’t make it though, I know you have all those side projects.”

“No, I think it might actually do me some good to get out of the capital area for change.” Then there was a muffled ‘ouch’, followed by a laugh that sounded much brighter than any of the other ones Olli had heard from Aleksi that night. “Sorry, correction, it might do us some good. Rilla just told me she’s most definitely coming too. Rilla, stop nibbling on my toes!”

Olli smiled tiredly at the mental image that was painted in his mind of Aleksi and Rilla cuddling in bed, both minding their own business from what it seemed while still minding each other as well, very much indeed.

“I’ll be sure to set up a bed for her in the guest room.”

“The guest room? Do you not know her at all? If she’s not getting the master bedroom, she’ll ruin all your rugs and most of your shoes. Probably also gossip about you to all the neighbourhood dogs. And she’s brutal.”

Olli held his stomach as he laughed, tears almost forming in the corners of his eyes. In his defence, it was late and he was finally becoming tired, thus too far gone to help himself, let alone feel embarrassed about being in stitches about something Aleksi had said that was only mildly amusing. (It wasn’t the first time that had happened either, and likely not the last time.)

“So yeah, ummm, I can take a look at some flight options for next week and let you know, alright? I’m gonna let you sleep now and… I should get some myself too.”

Olli wanted to tell Aleksi he’d love to stay up chatting until dawn, but the yawn he let out when he opened his mouth to speak implied Aleksi had a point.

“Yeah, let me know. And… thanks for calling, I… you have no idea how much I needed this tonight.”

That was as close to a confession as Olli was able to get as of now.

“Probably not half as much as I did.”

Olli chuckled at Aleksi’s response, mostly to hide his own agony.

If only you knew. If only I knew how to tell you.

It didn’t take long for Olli to doze off after they hung up, and when he woke up to the kids from next door having a snowball fight under his window in the morning, he noticed new messages from Aleksi, sent half an hour after their phone call had ended, complete with screen captions of airplane schedules.

Would these days work for you? I might be free all week actually 😇

Olli cuddled into his pillow while typing his reply, hoping it wouldn’t wake up Aleksi.

yeah I’m free as well. I’ll pick you two up from the airport 🖤

From then on, Olli started counting the days until he’d see Aleksi again.

#blind channel fanfiction #blind channel rpf #ollixallu #24 days of gift-giving by theflyingfeeling #<- that's the tag i'll be using for these btw #everyone stop and look at the banner!! 🥺💖 #it's not QUITE like the original one ju made first but maybe one day you'll get to see that masterpiece as well 😏 #but ooff the way i've gone from having 'a plan' to having 'a better plan' to having 'no plan whatsoever' with this? 😂 #so yeah idk what kinda fics/posts there'll be in this series... stay tuned and see for yourself! 🤭 #some of them might be in the same universe/plot. others may not. who knows? not i 😌 #(...but as you can see from this fic the door for a multiple-part story is definitely open 👀) #some of the fics may not even be based on a prompt though if i'm not feeling like it. honestly i'm curious to see how this will turn out! #(and if this ends up being the only post i ever make that's alright too! i refuse to bully myself with a hobby i'm doing for free <3) #however: i'm not taking requests per say BUT feel free to snoop on the prompts for each day and send me your ideas or hopeful wishes 👀 #there are certain ones i'm more drawn to but i haven't really set anything in stone #one could say i'm just going with the flow. fuck around and find out if you will ✨ #also: not sure if/when i'll be bothered to post any of these on ao3 #probably i'll just see how many fics i manage to actually finish and dump them all at once on ao3 on christmas day lol #anyway! enjoy & let me hear from you <3

[goldevolution]

the thing about the fairy and walrus poll going around is that some of you are jumping through the most insane hoops about the walrus being there when my first thought for a plausible reason as to why a walrus could be at my door is like an elaborate prank where someone put a walrus on my doorstep, knocked, and then hid. which would be an absolutely insane thing to happen on so many levels do not get me wrong but a more natural conclusion to arrive at than "this walrus escaped either its natural habitat or zoo enclosure on its own to make its way to me specifically and knock on the door itself" i feel. like weve seen the shit mr beast does with his money surely a walrus prank is not so far outside the realm of imagination

#all this said though i havent even voted in the poll #mostly because my tumblr app is so out of date i cant even see polls let alone vote in them and im basically never on tumblr on desktop #so every time one comes across my dash i try to sleuth in the notes to see what the hell its about. with varying degrees of success #i lost track of where i was going with this. i also havent voted because truly i dont know what would be more surprising to me #even under the circumstances of an elaborate prank if i opened the door to suddenly find a whole walrus #the initial shock of it is still extremely there. i would be so startled id begin to question my sanity #much in the same way i would if it were a fairy

[thebirdandhersong]

Nothing like your aunt telling you (and this is the ONLY thing she had to say apparently) through the family telephone network that you Can't get a job after getting a Ph.D and people won't hire you so don't bother and that she knows SO many people who ended up teaching high school after they got their Ph.Ds so I might as well teach high school straight after my BA and B.Ed instead of going onto study as my mother had told her i wanted to do. On NEW YEAR'S EVE

#this was like the only thing i was excited to do. i dont WANT to teach high schoop #school #that was the whole POINT of the 4th year existential panic i had this year #was the thought that teaching high school was my only option #and youre telling me that that's the only thing i can do with an english degree???? #SCREAM #i was ACTUALLY SO EXCITED thinking about doing a master's and then a ph.d in literature #and doing something like what joy clarkson and karen swallow prior are doing #and actually finding joy in my work #not that i think teaching high school is lesser than or anything #it is just not what i want to do with my life and that is what i FIGURED OUT THIS YEAR #😭😭😭😭😭 #every time i think i see light beyond an opening door an adult in my life sees fit to slam it in my face #i KNOW i cant write for a living let me at least find something story related that i can do AND enjoy doinh

[mrcowboydeanwinchester]

if dean had to die he should've died in the impala

#he's bleeding out but refuses to let sam drive #both hands on the wheel music playing just quietly on the radio (he never could stand the silence) he drives them until he can find #a nice place to pull over. he actually saw it a few hours back when they were driving up to the hunt and thought it might be a nice place #to stop and have a beer at on the way back because the view is gorgeous #so he drives them out and pulls over on the side of the road and there's a field which slopes and drops off #and then hills that are almost mountains in the distance. the sky is so blue #and he parks up and opens the door so he can get a better look but he's so groggy now he can't be bothered to move #so he's just staring out #no glass obstructing his view but still sat safely within the home which he's always taken care of and which has always taken care of him #and he leans back and says to sam #i always wanted to see the grand canyon. but this is better don't you think? this is our grand canyon. #and the sun is warm on his face and sam is right there next to him and for all the ways to go out bloody #this is the kindest he ever imagined it #dean winchester #ola.txt

[dayurno]

i'm kinda curious about jean and wymack's relationship now

how did the father react to his son's elopement?

hes sooo fine with it (grinds teeth) its not like we all didnt expect it (wrings hands) kevin knows what he's doing (kicks rock) as long as hes happy (looks at the sky) kayleigh give me strength

i think kevjean's elopement happens very out of the blue. there's not a proposal so much as there's a moment where it dawns on them when they're tipsy and giggly. here's how i think it happened

jean into kevin's mouth: let's get married next month

kevin: next WEEK

jean: tomorrow

kevin starting to look around: TODAY. Now. give me something to make a ring out of

it was really a spur of the moment! it's the kind of throwing-responsibilites-out-the-window elopement kevin will panic about hours later when they're legally married and in a plane to the french countryside, but by then its already done and jean is just very good at distracting him about the consequences. they stay around 3 months unperturbed in their countryside domestic life honeymoon until andrew shows up at their cabin with killing intent because what the FUCK kevin day we thought you got KIDNAPPED*

*they (andrew, neil, wymack, abby, possibly jeremy) knew kevjean eloped but they figured a month would be enough for a honeymoon. in the second month they start to get worried and ask stuart to track them down

#asks #kevjean #I CAN SEE IT SO CLEARLY. andrew at the door with a shotgun like im gonna go in and im gonna find them dead as hell #then he opens the door and kevins fucking. feeding rabbits or something #watering plants. chopping onions. jean is working the fields #its such a face crack moment to me i really enjoy thinking about it oh andrew.... #neils there too but hes a secret attack hes just waiting for andrew to give him the cue #when he doesnt neil bursts in ready to shoot and kandrew are having tea in the kitchen #neil: so no kidnapping? kevin: no sorry. guns outside please #anyway jean comes back a little later and they watch kevin gently clean his face with a wet cloth then scold him for working out so late #and to avoid the sun more often jean you're going to FRY out there #and they're so flabbergasted. it's SO WEIRD #andrew on the phone to wymack that night: he wasn't kidnapped but i can't say he hasn't been brainwashed. ill let you know later

[mad-hunts]

with all of the angst that i've been posting... i thought it might do us all well if i talked about something more positive today, so here we go! whenever barton is in love with someone, it's not uncommon for him to kind of overwhelm his partner with gifts and devote as much time as possible to helping them get thing's done. this is because his love language is very much gift-giving / acts of service and in all of his... complexities, i guess you could say, barton actually does want his partner to feel good about their relationship + feel as if he really does care about them. some common gifts of his that he's bestowed upon his romantic interests include thing's like very detailed love letters, pies and other sweets he's made for them, flowers, + thing's like surprise reservations to a fancy restaurant and make them breakfast in bed. he's honestly a really unexpectedly affectionate lover sometimes, BUT his attachment style is disorganized, so at the same time... if he senses that he is getting too close to someone, he will detach from them so-to-speak and distance himself from them for a time. though overall, i'd say that within a romantic partnership, barton is quite possibly at his best whenever it comes to his behavior.

#ANGER'S HELPED ME STAY ALIVE: headcanons. #YOUR NEED GREW TEETH: character study #barton is honestly like an onion whenever it comes to who he is as a person NGL. #like you wouldn't expect him to genuinely try to be there for his partner but he does seem to make a conscious effort #and it's like 😳 i feel like this contributes a lot to his partners reactions whenever they find out he is... #well NOT a good person because he seems like a good one to them?? but yeah. barton is kind of a spoiler when he's in love hehe #barton ABSOLUTELY was the type to never let marcy open her own door and treat her like a princess. bc she might've very well been one to him

[dutybcrne]

Thunderings are happening, my brain has funneled off into hcs mode

#//Aka; guess who am I gonna ramble on abt rn lol #☆ ┆ ( .ooc. ); #hc; kaeya #//That's right; babes! #//Anywho; Kae is NOT a fan of thunder #//If it's not tales of the Electro Archon from his father; then it's the circumstances in which they'd parted #//The moment the storm rolled in; he was terrified esp of the sound and ran himself ragged trying to find a place to escape it #//Damn near ran himself off a cliff had a strike of lightning not made him stumble back from it #//Managed to find his way to the winery where he hid for a bit before Tunner found him and Crepus managed to persuade him to stay #//After damn near running the man winded bc he thought he was trying to chase him off or worse #//The fear lingered and festered more the longer he stayed in the Land of the Anemo Archon; out of guilt for 'deceiving' the Ragnvindrs #//For letting him stay there; for not telling them why he was here. Grew up half expecting to get Smote or smth at any time #//Esp whenever Luc dragged him into mischief or he went to the Church with them for whatever reason #//Mostly the former; but bc it was Luc asking him to clown; he didn't mind the 'potential risk' #//Even as a knight; he tended to get extremely skittish and quicker-tempered when it came to patrol during storms. Still does #//Tho at that time; thinly veiling the fact that he very much felt like a cornered animal every time he had to go and couldn't get out of i #//Esp if Luc was the one who asked him to come with; bc like before; he really didn't ever want nor like to say no to him #//The aversion got worse bc thundered the night of his Confrontation with Diluc too; absolutely increased how much he hated it #//His aversion tends to manifest in a drop in temperatures or frost formation; as well as him pausing and quickly glancing about #//As if he's half expecting a threat of some sort; really he's quickly locating things to distract himself with #//If he's with a trusted person; he'll tend to wordlessly press against their side; then either brush it off like he just wanted to #//Or mutter a quick 'thunder' and Not Elaborate whatsoever. Either they get it or they don't #//He WILL get annoyed if he's teased about it. And it will take him AWHILE before he lets the person comfort him during bc of it #//Bc from that point; he will assume it's done mockingly or bc they feel they HAVE to; and he hates that #//If they let him be or even support him more instead; he will make a passing mention abt how much he hates thunder to start cuing them in #//They just gotta show they are a Safe person--bonus is this opens up a LOT of doors when it comes to trust later #//It doesn't help that he already hates dealing with loud sounds as is; even the blasts from Klee Jumpy Dumpties set him on edge #//But the bad memories he has to thunder make it the worse by far to him

[ladyseidr]

my entire portrayal of harper is balanced on the fact that he survives no matter what. the reason? it's funny. i'm talking fn.af 3 as a dark comedy where he's blissfully unaware of spr.ingtrap trying to kill him. not out of lack of intelligence (because he IS smart), but just because like. would YOU think the animatronic you found was actually a reanimated serial killer set on murder? no. is this entire idea a thing because i like the idea of making AT LEAST my springt.rap suffer? absolutely.

#☽—— ⸢ ooc ⸥ #.tbd. #f n a f / #like obv i'm more than open to threads where he Finds Out Uh Oh #but i think the idea of him interacting with spring as an animatronic and just Not Knowing what happens at night is FKJSLDAHL #btw YES my entire portrayal is based on a singular joke i made on will's blog before i ever even created harper #it was the whole #spring: i ' m n o t f i n i s h e d // harper: sure thing spring let's get you back to your room #OH YEAH IT WAS THE SPRING NOT BEING ABLE TO OPEN DOORS JOKE FDKSJHDSFHJLA #murder mention tw

[coloursofaparadox]

listen. okay. i know my car is held together with sheer force of will and gusto. but it is perfectly functional!!! yes, i have part of the panel on the trunk permanently removed so i can reach inside and manually pull the mechanism to latch it. and yeah, the drivers door handle only works because of some creative industrial strength zip ties. out of 4 doors i think two have the correct corresponding interior handles. half of them work. 2 out of 4 windows do not roll down, and 1 is on its last legs but still functioning due to a barbeque brush and silicone lube (and i have to push it down with my hands). and okay MAYBE it becomes undrivable when we go long stretches without rain because the front wiper fluid just sadly trickles down the hood and i have to use the whims of the weather to clean my windshield of grime. at least both wipers stay attached while driving and definitely 100% for sure always have (it was fine no one got hurt).

listen. she is doing her best. when i bought her the transmission fluid was brown. you know what colour its supposed to be? pale pink. sometimes oil just. leaves. doesn't leak! doesnt seem to be getting through a seal into the enginel! just. it goes. the amp and two 12 inch subwoofers in the back scream in audible pain when i rev the engine. the parking brake light comes on at random when it gets cold outside. im not sure what its trying to tell me and i dont care to find out. the clock only works when u hit it. im also like 80% sure that putting the gearshift in park doesn't actually work and the emergency brake is the only thing keeping it from rolling downhill, but also one time i drove with the parking brake on and didn't even notice the difference, so ?

anyways. uh. i forgot my point. she is driveable and functional and i love her.

#i was just gonna make a funny quip about disassembling my car today to replace the zip ties that let me open my door #for the second time rather than finding a permanent solution #but as i went over the list of things i need to fix when i go cherry pick replacements from a parts car #i realized it was getting to the point where i would have to write a personalized instruction manual #before loaning anyone my car #anyways for the last 3 months ive been opening my door by rolling down the last-legs window halfway #pushing it down the rest of the way with my hands #and reaching out through it to pull the handle on the outside of the door to get out #then rolling it back up before turning the car off #oh also this car eats tires for breakfast #dont ask me how #anyways i unironically love my car. none of these things make her undriveable if u care enough to create a workaround #she functions perfectly fine. i have never once had engine trouble and she is rust free. i love her.

[gillianthecat]

My cat was missing for a day and a half and wouldn't come when called and I was so worried he'd gone off somewhere to die (he's 18 and I just found out last week he's at serious risk of a heart attack) and he just showed up mewing at my neighbor's door in the rain.

I am so tremendously relieved. I was really preparing myself for the idea I would never see him again and would never really know what happened. He ate a bit and is now purring next to me and demanding head scratches.

#i scooped him up out of the rain and burst into tears #i was feeling so guilty #because I should have caught this heart thing earlier but I wasn't up to date on vet visits #and I'm going out of town tomorrow and didn't know what I'd do if he was still missing #thank you baby for coming home #cats #big fat tuxedo cat #who is probably a bit underweight now but that's his name on here #don't know why he meows at my neighbors doors #the pet him and talk to him but as far as i know they never let him in #he used to go off on multiday adventures fairly regularly #but hasn't in years #mostly he stays on the patio where he's easy to find and doesn't go down the stairs #I heard meowing and jumped up and RAN to the door #i have thought I'd heard him earlier this morning but he was nowhere in sight when I opened the door #it may have been the garage trucks creaking

[pufffinn]

blease tell us abt trollitics (troll politics) & dewdrop

OMG YES YAYYYY TYSM FOR ASKING

ok so like. basically after i watched the third movie i was thinking about how gristle was paying for the wedding venue and that’s literally what started my whole thought process here. cause the venue is. well yes it’s technically the plaza but it is RIGHT under the troll tree. so maybe it’s a popular wedding spot but it got me thinking who exactly like. owns the area under/around the troll tree?? you would think the monarchy right ( aka king gristle ) but gristle seemed pretty stressed about having to get out of the venue in time 😭 yes i know it’s all played for jokes but i’m a chronic over thinker so what were any of us expecting. so ANYWAY. surely, after the bergens and trolls make peace, wouldn’t the trolls want the tree back? and that got me thinking MORE like how did they transition the ownership of the troll tree back to the trolls. and are there now troll-bergen laws? troll protections? troll TREE protections?? reparations for literally eating trolls alive for years? THERE IS SO MUCH OPPORTUNITY HERE to make a whole thing about how the bergens and trolls learn to exist with eachother and it is so so interesting to me.

so what kind of laws and protections are there now?? how do they get established?? WHO’S establishing them?? troll and bergen lawyers?? so many questions and so many possible answers

but now that we’ve got like a bit of backstory and politics and my lead up of thoughts out of the way which i could rlly just go on forever about. we’ve got whimsy’s introduction!! basically what happens is between the events of world tour and band together, some pop trolls start wanting to move back to the troll tree ( whimsy among them ). but the main village in the forest is too big and settled for everyone to want to move, and it is still the main village, so poppy spends most of her time there and can’t go back and forth between the two places all the time ( tho she certainly tried ). so after a bit of this they need to appoint a headman for the troll tree village to help keep things runnings, to act as a spokesperson for poppy, report back to the main troll village every once in a while, etc etc. ( i could’ve grabbed an unused canon character but why do that when this gave me a chance to make another oc ). said headman for the troll tree ended up being whimsy dewdrop!! it’s a very busy troll nowadays, and ends up working a lot with the bergens to make agreements and laws regarding all the intricacies of bergen and troll cohabitation. whimsy also ends up spending quite a bit of time with poppy and occasionally branch when they come to check up on the troll tree and everyone living there. whimsy herself is a little more down to earth than some other pop trolls but she still loves all the classic pop troll activities. she also LOVES glowbug watching and was very excited when they started hanging out around the troll tree again.

also i think that later on in the game when everything is much more settled, the bergens and pop trolls work together to make the troll tree plaza more hospitable to the trolls, creating places for trolls to move around outside the immediate area of the troll tree!! trolls can generally get around pretty easily even in large spaces, but i think it would be neat for the trolls and bergens to do things like business ventures together, and for troll decoration/architecture to kind of bleed into the plaza. maybe a bit unrelated but i also hc that the troll tree grows/thrives from joy, and also that it was regularly trimmed to keep all it’s branches inside the old cage. now that it’s free to grow and has lots of joy and hope and happiness to thrive off of, it starts to spread over a very large majority of the plaza.

i really just wanted to explore how the ‘common’ trolls and bergens would learn to live with eachother and what that would entail. and ofc troll politics. who doesn’t want to think about that. anyway if you guys made it this far ily muah tysm 🫶

#oh my god this is so long i’m so sorry #i think i’ll put this under a readmore IM SO SORRY I DIDNT REALIZE IT WAS THIS LONG HAHAHGGDGDYN #trolls #not art #bee babbles #ask #anon #these trains of thought also opened up the doors for me to think abt stuff like #bergen/troll relationships #and and completely the opposite side of the spectrum #bergen murderers 😭 #like we did see most of the bergens just genuinely wanted to be happy #but surely there must have been some others that were more like chef?? #what happens if they decide they want to be happy the old way?? #find out next time at- /j #do the bergens have a prison system. what’s it like #i also made up an entire backstory that lets trollstice go on longer than is implied by brozone leaving but that’s for another time #i’ve been having so many trolls thoughts just ask my poor friends on discord 😭😭 #love ya guys 🫶

[birthdayplant]

it’s so weird to be unconditionally loved by people and that i’m someone they want to be around often. it’s hard to “understand” a person’s reasons for loving me that much but maybe my problem is i don’t need to understand it in the first place and rather just accept it for what it is.

#let me be vulnerable in the tags real quick #i’m reflecting on all my past friendships and a lot of them ended because i always had one foot out of the door #some of them i had a right to do so but it still feels shitty bc i know what it’s like to be on the other end of a relationship like that #and i don’t want my future and current relationships to be like that anymore but it feels so instilled me to separate myself #to be alone and to not ask for help and to not open up about my life and to stay distant #like i have friends that love me so much and i always feel like there’s this wall i’ve built between us to protect myself #but the thing is what is it i’m so scared of and what am i protecting myself from? especially from people who have shown nothing but love #i always find a reason to leave and it’s not something i’m proud of and idk all i can do is change #ik it’s childhood shit and bpd and whatnot but girl help i need to break the pattern

[dandyshucks]

after spending A FULL HALF HOUR trying to find the neighbour's cat that I'm catsitting only to discover he'd somehow shut himself into one of the bedrooms, I am led to wonder if pokemon ever accidentally shut themselves into rooms and are unable to work the doorknobs to let themselves out again 😭😭

#the reason it took so long is because i didnt know if he was outside or inside and i checked the bedrooms last #because i didnt want to invade privacy fjdskl so i finally apprehensively opened the first door a crack and BOOM. there he was. #THANK GOD LMAO #I almost texted the neighbour like ''hey did you let him out today? I can't find him anywhere'' and that would've caused SO much worry #what a fucking goober fsdjkl this is the first time this guy has ever displayed the stereotypical orange cat behaviour omfg #WAIT NOW IM THINKING ABOUT HOW TUGGER CANONICALLY GETS STUCK IN DRAWERS LMAO #cats are so goofy dsfjkl #dandy.cmd