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spooked-bees · 11 months
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I just think they should hang out
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pinkpuppy7 · 6 months
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i have been brainrotting.
"little kid with a big death wish" by remrose on AO3 is amazing and has taken over my brain and if you like turtles and peepaw y'all should absolutely go read it. 153k words of hurt/comfort and complete, as of recently.
(this scene is from chapter 22)
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xxalphaclownxx · 8 months
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man idek they’re just tiny lil pony sillys 🤷‍♂️
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siciliankiss · 10 months
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Mass Effect has ruined my life and I'm 90% sure if aliens invade I'll just try to date them.
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conretewings · 24 hours
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(Found this forgotten nugget buried deep in my drafts and even though RWBY is effectively done for I thought eh what the hell I'll post it anyway)
Saw someone describe Cinder as a complex, cunning, well written character, and another declaring her more successful than Watts and Tyrian and I-
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This angsty, dollar-store Zuko knock-off is about as complex and deep as a mud puddle and much less interesting. And if she's so cunning, how is it she's always getting stumped by the idiot Power of Friendship Squad?
#CinderSucks
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phoenix-flamed · 3 months
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Special announcement:
Clive and Joshua are both very pretty. And handsome. And talented. And strong and courageous and --
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Steph: I'm not judging (much), but why did you let Bruce be Batman instead of taking him to a therapist?
Alfred: It's called "picking your battles" Miss Brown. A skill you should consider honing.
Steph: Sounds fake but continue.
Alfred: And I did consider hiring a psychiatrist. At the time, Dr. Hugo Strange was heralded as the best on the East Coast. But something about him unsettled me, and I thought, "if this is the best, perhaps Master Bruce would do better to not see a therapist at all".
Steph:👀
Alfred: I have a liquor cabinet dedicated to that particular train of thought
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jaymyie · 12 days
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Foyet: Are we fighting or flirting?
Hotch: I’m trying to kill you-??
Foyet: Your point?
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luanneclatterbuck · 11 months
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Hottest day of the year so far? Obviously time to bake some banana bread for an hour.
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sonofenki · 8 months
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not the coloniser being cute and funny 😪
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stupid-profoundness · 10 months
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My friend kept mentioning this phrase this week and I would like to turn it into a word.
Tadashi
Example: “Their trying to pull a Tadashi.”
Meaning their trying to act like a hero, but probably gonna die in the end.
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flower---baby · 9 months
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Hiccstrid Drabble ft. Heatheret | Parent Picnic
This whole thing is dedicated to @triumphantfury since she asked so nicely. 😘 I was working on a full on fic but this thing called plot came along and threw my idea in a ditch so I spat this out. Enjoy the fluff and innuendos!
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Zephyr and Nuffink shouted and ran about the green park expanse. Astrid sighed and let the heavy bag of toys she was carrying drop as Hiccup carefully set down the cooler full of drinks and layed out the blankets.
“Hey!” a voice cried out cheerfully. Astrid turned to see Heather waving as she walked over, a huge picnic basket effortlessly hanging on one arm. “Long time no see,” she nudged her friend. Astrid grinned.
“Oh yeah, that time we ran into each other in the parking lot six minutes ago was forever ago,” she joked.
“Hey Hic, need any help?” Eret, Heather’s husband called. Hiccup looked up to see the broad, cheerful man come up to him with his almost five year old daughter, Amber on his shoulder. 
“Nah, I’m good, thanks Eret,” Hiccup returned. “Hey Amber! It’s nice to see you!”
“Amber!” Nuffink had returned from his lap around the field and greeted his friend enthusiastically. He was already five and the two of them were best of friends along with Zephyr.
Amber squirmed wildly until Eret set her down, chuckling. Nuffink grabbed her hand and pulled her toward his sister, who was rifling through the bag of toys.
“Put everything back when you’ve found what you’re looking for,” Astrid instructed her eldest. “Wow, Heather, This thing is huge!”
“I know I didn’t have to make this much, but let’s be honest; we’re gonna eat all of it,” Heather rolled her eyes. Astrid grinned unabashedly and helped her unpack. Their husbands joined them on the blankets, chatting about the struggles with kids and car seats.
“People act like the Terrible Twos are the worst part and then you’ve gotten through it; nobody told you it’s just the beginning!” Eret was complaining. “And now she’s bigger and louder and stronger with a temper like her mother.” Heather whipped her head around and scoffed indignantly while Astrid bit back her smile.
“Oh I get you. And Nuffink’s just been getting bigger, y’know, so when he doesn’t want to go into the carseat there is literally no room left to kinda squeeze him in; if he’s not cooperating, he’s not going in and he knows it,” Hiccup ranted.
“He really has been getting bigger!” Heather exclaimed. “I mean it’s only been, what? A month? Since we last saw him but he’s already way bigger than you were at that age.”
Hiccup rolled his eyes, “Yes, thank you for reminding me how tiny I was. I am glad he won’t be so small though; being picked on sucked.” Astrid squeezed his hand in sympathy.
“But boy was he a joy to carry full term,” Astrid commented sarcastically. Heather cooed in commiseration. “Zephyr was small and on the early side, but Nuff was big and in no rush. Apparently he and his father inherited different things from ‘Stoick the Vast.’”
Hiccup sputtered terrifically and Eret choked on the sandwich he had just bit into. Astrid threw her head back and laughed at her husband’s expression. Heather wasn’t much better, forcefully patting Eret on the back as tears gathered in the corner of her eyes.
“It’s not like they haven’t heard it all before,” Astrid giggled. Her husband blushed, scratching at the attractive stubble at his jaw. It was almost thick enough to be a beard at this point. “And Heather’s totally returned the favor; I know all about Eret too.” Said man winced and swallowed his sandwich with difficulty.
“See this,” Heather declared, turning to him, “Is why I do the blowing in this relationship.” Hiccup and Astrid sniggered.
“I can blow just fine,” Eret said indignantly. “I’d be happy to provide a demonstration on Hiccup if you’re so set on seeing proof.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“Woah!” cried Hiccup, waving his arms around frantically. “No need for that.”
“For the last time, he’s taken, Eret,” Astrid drawled. “Been married for like, a decade.”
“Technically, our nine year anniversary is in five and a half months.” She shot him a look. “But, I’ve definitely been taken for over a decade by you. And, y’know, best part of my life,” he continued hurriedly.
“Smooth, Hiccup,” Heather teased.
“Besides, Eret, I doubt you could look as hot as Astrid on her knees,” he smirked. His wife flushed and swatted his shoulder.
“I mean . . .” Heather trailed off suggestively.
“I could’ve gone without hearing that,” Hiccup groaned. Eret puffed out his chest dramatically.
“Auntie Heather, I’m hungry,” Nuffink announced. Heather smiled and handed him a sandwich.
“I’m sure you are, with how big you’re getting,” she told him seriously. “Are Amber and Zephyr hungry too?” The little boy shook his head vehemently. Astrid opened the cooler for him to get a drink.
“Hey, bud, that is not a soda,” Hiccup said sternly as Nuffink grabbed a can. Eret chuckled. Nuffink pouted as Astrid handed him a bottle of water. They watched the little boy waddle back to the girls.
“You’re coming to Amber’s birthday party next week, right?” Heather asked.
“Absolutely.”
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dancing-heart-pony · 7 months
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I was wondering why everyone in the YouTube ads had accents, then I remembered I still had my VPN set to Australia from watching Bluey earlier. 😂
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alexanderlightweight · 10 months
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lumine: i wrote a fill!! saeth: nice! which prompt lumine: let me check... oh. oh no. it wasn't a prompt. it was a random idea i had before i picked a prompt to work on saeth: ... babe really? lumine: i can't keep track of my thoughts! i'm too tired
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laurzzz · 1 year
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*looks at myself*
At times like these, I wonder if I actually do have ADHD
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