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sideblogdotjpeg · 3 months
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have to be so honest with myself that i cant stop thinking about the duck team polycule
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stuckinapril · 2 months
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I’m finally biting the bullet and contacting a therapist today after being ambivalent ab it for so long… this hellsite has its many disadvantages but one thing I can say is it has truly helped me be less scared of pursuing therapy. Silver lining etc etc
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curi0uscreature · 5 months
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* Besides his “seems weird and suspicious but is literally just like that” and “he’s just like me” factor I swear this was also another reason I loved Otto so much. She has the cool grandma swag
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cabensqn · 11 days
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damn these people are gay
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imagine-darksiders · 9 months
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WHO BROKE MY FENCE!?
YOU!
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Bet the goddamn Horsemaster never had to deal with his horses’ shit like this smh
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spock-smokes-weed · 6 months
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Thinking about my AU again cus 🫶
So in the lore, Zoro’s labor is incredibly chaotic from Sanji being out of town and the three remaining straw hats having to act as stand-in birth partners. Well his labor is also very slow going. Like hours pass and he’s not making any progress. So Zoro being Zoro the longer it takes the more his patience is wearing thin, and towards the end he fully doesn’t want anyone but Sanji to see him anymore. He’s in a shit ton of pain, has been for hours, and is ready to rip Luffy’s head off is he keeps trying to cheer him up with Yo-Yo tricks. Zoro doesn’t do vulnerability, so it’s a struggle for him to be in so much pain and not know how to cope with it.
Sanji being the more emotionally intelligent one of the two, decides to ask all of the straw hats to go home for the rest of the night. He’s very grateful for the support they’ve given (he’s super grateful he gets sappy about it) but he can take the rest of it from here and they should go get som sleep. The straw hats are like “yes we agree” but instead of going home they crash in the hospital parking lot in Luffy’s van.
In my mental timeline of the labor, zoro realizes he’s in labor around like 9am-ish. Like he knows something is up when he wakes up. And because he’s incredibly stubborn he doesn’t alert the straw hats until like 12am because he doesn’t want to admit that’s he’s scared, or that he was wrong with insisting that sanji leave on his trip.
They get to the hospital 30 min later. Sanji shows up around 4pm. The straw hats get booted from the room around 10pm, and the baby is finally born at 3 am the next morning.
After some well deserved rest, around 7am Sanji comes running out into the parking lot, yanking open the door of the van yelling “IM A FATHER!!!!” excited and mushy crying ensues.
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yohankang · 8 months
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also i didn't tell you guys but i was supposed to get a raise this month when i sign a new contract but they already sent it to me and there was no mention of the raise. so i felt horrible and almost cried at work and it took me a few hours but i actually went to talk to them and i will probably get a raise after all
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uncanny-tranny · 7 months
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I watched Lily Simpson's analysis of the trans Two-And-A-Half Men episode, and I'm sorry, but it's hilarious and iconic that Bill's old name was Jill... like it sounds so absurd and completely unrealistic if you're trans, but honestly, that's just a power move 😭
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greg-montgomery · 1 month
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when i start stressing about not posting requests often enough and pushing myself like it’s homework so i can get something out i know it’s time to step back for a bit so i can miss tumblr and make it fun again 👾
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snixx · 3 months
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in a very i hate everyone sort of mood because my college bestie didn't want to room with me for literally no reason and sat with my original college bestie-turned-worstie who started ignoring me out of nowhere instead of me AFTER SAYING SHE'D SIT WITH ME IN CLASS and I'm 99% my other college bestie is mad at me because she's being super distant and I'm sort of just frolicking between every friend group ever fitting in everywhere but also not belonging and not being a part of them WHY DO I PERENNIALLY FEEL LIKE I'M 14 YEARS OLD IN SOCIAL SITUATIONS AND ALSO WHY DOES EVERYONE LOVE IGNORING ME
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johnslittlespoon · 1 month
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Also i love ur john is dog coded prompt 😭😭
IT'S MY FAVOURITE THING EVER. i could go on about it for ages, it makes so much sense; i latched onto it from episode one just based on vibes alone and then the howl on the plane wing and the "okay, meatball" really solidified it. he's literally just a dopey impulsive clingy eager to please puppy. i'm a goner.
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lyriumsings · 2 years
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i can’t enjoy she hulk shitting on redditors and man babies etc bc it all feels so insincere tbh like you admit there’s rampant misogyny and racism but that’s another story and yet made it a point to slim down she hulk, made her hair and face like perfectly coiffed and conventionally pretty in she hulk form, shoved in 50 million cameos bc you knew she couldn’t rate the way you’d want her to without them (imo she still didn’t even with them milking them fuck outta matt’s appearance) and her entire show revolves around “why can’t i find a MAN thaT LOVES MEEEE” yes very empowering very not forced and natural
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ow-old-men · 1 year
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Wanna write a fic about OG overwatch being dumb and as young as they were ever allowed to be, going out and for once not worrying. The crisis having just receded and they are safe and reckless enough to just go drink fruity drinks and not care for a second
And I wanna have it be written exclusively through soldiers POV of him waking up and lying very still, trying not to trigger a headache (yet, it can wait till he has to get up and the world will be swimming), looking at Reaper’s back - naked and painted in broad rows of sunshine that kind of makes his eyes narrow and water from the brightness. And he knows they’ve been skirting around this for a while and there’s a lot of his memory that’s spotty. It knots in his stomach and he wants so badly to recall it all, but it all swims in liquor and street-lamp-light; cast so lovely over Gabriel’s face, orange and yellow. He thinks they were holding hands, at least he is not surprised to wake up here
He is almost ready for the fall, for reaching out and touching him and letting it be concrete and real- soft and light and transparent as new sheets. It’s not elegant, but he’s sure he’ll remember, it’ll come back in flashes and then in waves, and if not they can do it all over again. They’ve got time and bodies that slot together effortlessly. They’ve saved the world before they were ever allowed to be young, they’re allowed this embarrassing teenage entrance onto this stage; together
and then Ana sits up at the other side of the bed and immediately starts groaning in hangover agony until she looks over and they share five seconds of the most harrowing eye contact known to man
And then Rein bursts through the door with some horrible raw egg and ginger concoction that ‘cures hungovers, trust me friends’ and explains that yes, well, somebody had to get them home last night, and he hoped they wouldn’t mind the sleeping arrangement - his apartment isn’t that big after all
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So..Sp*r*t is getting Monster High stuff for adults this year..
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I couldn't screenshot the second plan-o-gram image but we are also getting accessories themed after the original ghouls (it looks like they aren't gonna be 1-to-1s of the ghoul's accessories but that's fine! Still cute enough to pair with outfits and the like!)
(Also if I see y'all out here buying up the crossbody bag to try and flip for $60 resale, I can and will make you see the pavement and Jesus in the parking lot. God bless, light and love. 🖤)
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egginfroggin · 3 months
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So this post got stuck in my head again.
Baby Sabi variant of I Told You So go brrrrrrrrrrr.
Some fluff under the cut -- and Emmet struggling with that thing that every parent of a baby does at some point: comforting the Wailing One.
"You are being verrrry loud."
The infant continued to scream.
Emmet released the largest of sighs and shifted her in his arms, bringing her up a bit higher against his chest. Her round face was puffy and red -- distress incarnate, it seemed.
"Extremely loud," he deadpanned. "Yet I feel like I've heard louder. Still. You are being loud. Why?"
Sabi squirmed, finally lapsing into precious silence to draw breath.
Snuggled down in the nest, Lord Braviary grumbled and peeked his head over the rim of sticks and down.
"Do you want to cuddle with Braviary? Is that it?"
Her lungs had been filled, and she set about emptying them for the umpteenth time.
He couldn't see anything wrong, which was what made this entire situation so... infuriating? Bothersome?
Concerning?
Emmet wondered -- not for the first time -- how, in all the world, he had wound up like this. Lord Braviary had picked him, and that he could understand the Clan abiding with.
But the tiny orphan he was currently holding while the moon crept towards its midnight zenith?
Baffling.
She was distinctly unhappy, clearly indescribably so -- though, if one asked him, he'd say she was doing a fantastic job of describing her misery despite her nonexistent vocabulary -- and apparently hurting, if the desperate edge to her tone did anything.
Well, her tone, and the odd buzz in the back of his head. It was almost like panic, though subtle, and it didn't shut up no matter how much he mentally swatted at it.
He knew that maternal instincts were strange, if logical things, but paternal instincts were an oddity that he'd never heard of -- assuming that that was what this incessant need to comfort was.
"Would a kiss help?" he offered, half sarcastic, and was met with still more dismay and distress.
Sighing again and desperately nearing defeat -- down would hurt to stuff in his ears, but he couldn't calm her down and he needed to sleep -- he leaned down and gently kissed her tiny forehead. It was feverishly hot from her fussing, especially in contrast with the chilly Icelands air.
Yet -- she quieted at that, prying her bright eyes open to peer up at him.
"... What?" He blinked at her, and she blinked at him. "Was. Was that all you wanted?"
Could babies be petty? He didn't know. Human babies were outside his area of expertise -- and he didn't know how he knew that, he just did, don't ask -- and that included their capacity for grudges, pettiness, mischief, and all other manners of intentional tomfoolery.
But, no, she hiccuped, and her tiny hands were wiggling under her blankets -- she looked like a tiny Cascoon that had been kicked in the face.
Another peck on her forehead, and she babbled, sparing his ears the symphony of misery she'd been conducting.
"... Is it your head?" he asked, leaning back to tilt his head at her. He shifted her to one arm, lifting his free hand to tap at her forehead.
She gurgled, squirming like she wanted to lean up against his hand -- he finagled the glove off, exposing his fingers to the cold air, and pressed his hand to her head.
Well.
As excessive as her methods of conveying the agony of a headache may have been, he could sympathize somewhat.
Braviary clucked from his nest, and he lifted a wing as Emmet looked up at him.
Emmet stared at his Noble for a moment, then looked down at where his bedding lay rumpled on the ground. It had most likely gone cold.
He huffed, softly, and plucked up a pillow, keeping a tight hold on Sabi as he bend to pick it up. She giggled at the motion, down-and-up, apparently in much better spirits.
Lord Braviary rumbled deep in his throat as Emmet clambered up into the nest and settled under his wing. The Noble was exceptionally warm, all fluffy and soft, and it was like being smacked in the face with solid Sleep Powder.
"Okay," he said, patting Sabi's head. She blinked her big, green eyes at him slowly, headache forgotten already under the crushing weight of sleepiness. "Back to sleep. For you. And for me."
He cut off with a yawn.
"Sleepytime junction is now boarding...."
Sabi cooed at that, a little, "'eeby," that was almost a word falling from her mouth as she fell asleep.
Emmet followed soon after, and Lord Braviary after him, huddled in the cozy nest.
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zonecode · 3 months
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screams in "killing the blue bastard wouldnt even do anything she just wants him dead because it's the only thing that validates her existence"
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