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I just wrote an essay for school mentioning this lol. If shit like this keeps happening, the whole country will be out of clean and accessible water, creating more and more shortages until we all are sucked dry :D. We literally can't do anything actually productive if we don't have water including and not limited to: basically every aspect of anything you've ever done.

I'm not trying to be a "Debbie-Downer" over here, but water is such a big issue that we shouldn't just throw it around in the background so people can argue about "transgender" mice, or other stupid shit. People need to fucking realize that we pay for this stuff for a reason. Like not everything is a scam so that blue-haired liberals with pronouns can slip money into the bank accounts of pedophiles in drag...

Same with vaccines, actually. I've heard of ppl claiming that we don't need them, which is far from the truth. We just don't understand that it's a problem anymore bc vaccines are so good.

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Waking up everyday to learn that, yes, things did get worse

THE SEABLINGS AND THEIR BOYTOYS,,,

Also yes that is my sea monster Jimmy design that I really Really want to see ok.

Like this is how I want it to go ok SO. Before he exiles himself and then what he comes back to find. Scott please I need this

Scott is used to being the tall one but he DESERVES TO BE SHORT. JUST FOR A BIT

SPRINGFEST GRGRHRHRRRRRRGRGRRRR SPRINGFEST 👹👹👹👹👹👹🦑🦑🦑🦑🦑🐙🐙🐙🐙👹👹👹👹👹 BARK BARK BARK

Happy Springfest!!! 🩵🌸🌸🌸

Yellow Yaks: Oat-Fudge Bars

Did you know? In MCC 22, the Yellow Yaks were nicknamed The Golden Girls and were MCC’s first all-female team!

Welcome to the stage, the Yellow Yaks themed dessert: Oat-Fudge bars! 

I’ve had this idea knocking around in my head since last summer and now it’s done and I finally get to share it! This event is so much fun to watch and participate in as an audience member, so I really wanted to create something that everyone could enjoy!

Best of luck to the Yellow Yaks this MCC! Which team will you be rooting for?

And, of course, thank you Scott Smajor.

(Check out the recipe below and huge thanks to Garbange for fixing the lighting in the picture! Inspired by these.)

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Promises 2: First Sight

Dark!Morpheus x (female)reader, fantasy/medieval AU, 18+

Master List

Dream of the Endless had been promised a bride.

I was serious about trying to update every other day! They will be short chapters, but whatever. At least for the first few bits. NOT EDITED. PRAY FOR ME, LOL Would you like a bardcore song suggestion to go with each chapter? Let me know in the comments. Enjoy!

First Sight

She walked into a golden scene of candle smoke and gilded lilies with mud on her boots and one stubborn myrtle leaf in her hair.

Hardly fine court attire, but folk she cared for called her in fear, so she rode in haste from the far side of Meiren, and she’d lost any need to impress the court a long time ago. She’d survived the worst they could do before the current king assumed his father’s throne, and it never hurt to remind them all that she was not part of their games or under their thumbs. So she didn’t stop to comb her hair, or dig out the myrtle leaf, or even shuck her stained green traveling cloak.

Hard as she rode, she didn’t arrive before the festivities began, and she spied the king sitting on the high dais beside his honored guest, for whom a second throne had been crafted. Clearly in haste. Probably merely the queen’s old seat altered to be less feminine. It looked cheap and small beneath its occupant.

Dream of the fucking Endless. King of Dreams and Lord of Nightmares.

He sat above the glittering host like the darkness behind the stars. Ethereal, unknowable, frigidly beautiful as only untouchable things could be.

Even seeing him there, in the flesh, she struggled to believe it. She couldn’t believe their fool king would go so far.

The King of Meiren didn’t hide the festivities’ goal in the invitations (threats and demands) he sent to his people. Dream would find a queen among the best and brightest of the kingdom, and the chosen would gratefully accept the honor.

Only ignorant fools courted the attention of the Endless. Her mother had been one such fool, and she only dared befriend the kindest of the seven. Dream of the Endless was far more terrible, and he sought more than a friend in the king of Meiren’s court. Yet mothers shepherded noble children dressed in their finest silks and velvets, the softest, sweetest things welcoming a stranger’s wondering caress. Family heirlooms dripped from ears and gleamed around fine throats, daring the eye to wander lower. Girls smelling of flowers and boys scented with fruit and musk turned the hall into a stinking hell of vanity and hubris.

Then there were her folk – the wiser birds with drab plumage clustering in the dimmest corners, away from the dances and merrymaking. Parents who wanted their children to live. Grandparents who understood some risks simply weren’t worth taking. Young lovers who were bound in heart and mind but not yet by law. The king’s greed would spare none if the Endless chose them. Though she had not received an official invitation, several families who knew her of old called for her help. Officially, she belonged to no fewer than five noble houses’ retinues for the event, but the guards wouldn’t have barred her entry even without their help.

No one turned a bard away from a party.

Though the long trestle tables had been ferried away by an army of servants to make room for dancing, the ghosts of a feast remained. The king planned the celebrations like a royal engagement. Seven wedding feasts. Seven days to inspire a force of nature to grow a heart and stitch it to another. She smelled grease from venison and partridge, the first victims of the king’s folly, and she hoped the only sacrifices. Better a thousand lambs, ducks, and cows than one of the young folk all dressed up for the fire.

She didn’t dither or ask for her charge’s insights before approaching the dais. Truth would always out. The king was not clever, and she trusted her own opinions of an Endless over any courtier’s.

Striding up to the throne, she waited on the verge of the crowd for the chamberlain to announce her. Her name. A few meaningless titles. Finally her occupation. She liked it best when the king was reminded she was a bard. That she carried an ounce of authority in any royal circle.

Neither king really needed any of it, of course. The Endless knew all, and she’d plagued the King of Meiren’s nightmares for decades. But manners were manners, and politics demanded performance.

She sank low, graceful as a willow frond, angling her face so the king would see the barest hint of her smirk. Not entirely mocking. But knowing. Far from a loyal subject’s easy smile or overwrought frown. The smirk made a game of her courtesies, drawing the king low to meet her, even as her knees brushed the floor and he remained in his throne. No threat. No demand. She asked for nothing. She told him what she was, where she stood, and how little power he wielded over her that she did not choose to give.

As a boy he watched his father’s men draw and quarter her. Now he must suffer her freedom in his court.

“Majesties.”

“I hope you do not bring trouble to my court.” The King of Meiren glowered down, playing the dread king. He wasn’t even a dying candle compared to the sun-bright force at his side. Not that he’d ever been a great power even before he dared weave himself into the story of an Endless.

She sprang up as lithely as she bowed. “Your majesty must think very highly of me indeed to think I could bring anything grander or more concerning than an Endless to your throne room.”

The human ruler tensed, but the eldritch ruler at his side…shifted. She’d sparked his momentary attention, and unlike the first king’s attempt to intimidate her, Dream’s look chilled her until it burned. His gaze, however, did not focus on her like a mortal’s would. His starry eyes saw too much for that. They swallowed her, washing her in the loneliness of the night sky.

Unfathomable. Incredible. Cold as stone and livelier than a sea breeze. Entirely inhuman and everything that led a soul to dream. That gaze made her ache for a shield to lift against him.

 So. She offered the smallest, polite smile in recognition and returned to the mere human on the throne.

“A shame the years haven’t blunted your tongue,” the King of Meiren said, struggling to reclaim the authority she’d so neatly plucked from the conversation.

“I prefer to think of them as a whetstone, majesty.”

“I do not recall issuing an invitation in your name.”

“And yet I found my place through the names of others. Several houses requested my attendance in their support.”

Gods, he looked so petulant. But she’d laugh later. He wasn’t above sending a guard to run her through in the hall, and while she didn’t fear death, she didn’t enjoy pain. Or ruining good clothes. No need for more drama in this fraught production, anyway.

The best he could do was insult her clothes, eying the mud and bracken. “Clearly you came in haste.”

“But of course, your majesty.” Wide eyes and an innocent expression couldn’t bury the implicit insult entirely – she had not come for him, her very presence was a kind of defiance, and she would never ride so hard or long without care for her appearance to preserve him or his honor – but they did well enough. A little simpering would stay the blade, and any words said sweetly must be born, even if they soured the king’s stomach.

After all, she would outlive him and his kingdom both. She’d carry what stories she chose to the generations that came after, and no threat or sentence in his power to levy against her would give him back control of his legacy. At least he was smart enough to understand that much.

“Perhaps you should retire for the evening, then.” The king looked pointedly at her boots, reminding her they did not belong on his polished floors. She, in her rough clothes and wild hair did not belong. But she’d worked hard to ensure she never entirely belonged in places like these, always a step out of line, a loose thread that escaped the warp and weft of society’s patterns.

Othered and free for it.

“A most gracious suggestion.” Another, shallower, curtsy. Her eyes dipped to the floor but didn’t linger with any kind of reverence. “I take my leave.”

She moved back through the crowd, unable to disappear between the fine people in their fine clothes. A dark look touched her, stayed under her skin as she passed through the doors and turned down the hall, and she refused to name its owner. There was no time to fear him. Or – if she was very careful – reason to. She had plans to make and riddles to solve, and what was she to an Endless?

Her patrons would request her advice in the morning. She did, actually, need to wash the road off her gear. And her lute was in need of tuning. She retired to her work.

Promises 1: Introduction

Dark!Morpheus x (female)reader, fantasy/medieval AU, 18+

Dream of the Endless has been promised a bride.

This is in a different style than the rest of the story, so it gets its own post. Brace for all the yummy, darker tropes, bards' shenanigans, and eventual smut. Hoping to post updates quickly (like every other day) between all my other projects, and your support means the world!

Introduction

The king of Meiren found himself as part of a tale. Unfortunate for him. Amusing for Dream of the Endless.

Ten years past, the king summoned him to beg a favor.

“I’ve been dreaming of the most beautiful woman.” Obsession flamed in the mortal’s eyes, brighter than the reflection of the single candle stood between them. “I’ve searched, but I fear she is not of this realm, and I will not take any other as queen.”

The king’s distress smelled of Desire’s work, some perfumed horror to break a nation over brief carnal pleasures. Or perhaps a faerie game, wicked and senseless beyond a moment’s amusement. Passing, paltry things that may become histories and novels in his library, but no business of his. He would not have helped if not for what the king offered in return.

“If you help me find this woman and take her to wife, I will return an equal boon.”

He spoke earnestly, but Dream turned away his desperation with a smirk and a slow shake of his head. “What boon might you offer one such as I? I have no need of your gold, your land, or your kingly permissions.”

The next words began the story and sealed the little king’s fate.

“A bride of your own. I would gather the fairest, brightest, noblest from my kingdom from which you might choose.”

Vague amusement soured into offense, and his smirk twisted into a sneer. He dared? Truly?

Dream peered down his nose at the man. What could this hungry dreamer know of love? “Tell me, then, what creature in your kingdom might be my equal when none are good enough even to be your consort?”

The king had no good answers, only selfish dreams and childish demands. Groveling, he asked, “Will you not help me, then?”

But it was too late, and Dream was invested in this fool’s demise. After all, finding the woman of his dreams would not make him happy. Morpheus was certain of that. And the king would fail to keep his end of the bargain. He was certain of that, too. It wasn’t the first time he’d become a character in a tale, and he wanted justice for the scratches on his withered heart, for all they were left unknowingly.

One who dared offer the impossible to an Endless should reap their worthy prizes.

“I will help you.”

The king opened his mouth to thank him, but Dream hadn’t finished.

“I will come at a time of my choosing, and you will assemble those promised. If I do not find one that pleases me, I will take recourse in any manner I please.”

He didn’t even leave the king the promise of fair or equal retribution. When he was disappointed, he would please to be merciless indeed. But the king was a fool and did not listen well. He accepted. Eagerly.

The king had his bride – a faerie who he wed, bed, and conceived an heir upon. But on the child’s seventh birthday, he and his mother both disappeared on a ride through the morning fog. Brokenhearted, he could not bring himself to marry again, and he spent more time pitying his fate than managing his lands. He wasted his youth, his love, and his legacy for a dream.

And now it was the king’s turn to make good on his promise.

The invitations were sent, summoning the young, the talented, and the beautiful to court. The castle staff prepared to host the horde of eligibles and the Endless the king hoped to please for seven days, at the end of which the King of Dreams would make his choice or exact his vengeance.

1 year closer to my expiration date

BOB REKINDLES HIS FEUD WITH JIMMY PESTO ON AN ALL-NEW EPISODE OF BOB'S BURGERS SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 5, ON FOX

The Belcher kids learn a secret about Zeke's past, while Bob rekindles his feud with Jimmy Pesto on the all-new "Bully-ieve It or Not" episode of Bob's Burgers airing Sunday, November 5 (9:00-9:30 PM ET/PT) on FOX. (BOB-1304) (TV-PG D, L, V)

I just thought about mcr summer

Heyyy! Mod of @ask-thelyricist here :3

If you wanna, I’m open to rp; ‘not like my blog’s getting that much activity anyways.

(I would sent this as an anon as Jack but…..uhm…..I can’t lmao)

.....YES PLEASE!! Lol, I'm still kind of new to rping on Tumblr, but yeah! Sounds great. Thank you :3 Just let me know when you would like to rp ^ ^

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Oh my gyatt chat, my A03 invitation should arrive in 9 days!!! I can't wate to finally start writing, I have a draft for a chapter but right now all I can post on is wwatpad like a fking caveman :(

‼️HEAR YEE HEAR YEE‼️Holy moly I just turned 14 like 5 mins ago. Happy birthday to me ig!! Plus to anyone else whose birthday is also today >:) Hurrah!!

Announcing our first trailer concept: MIRAGE!! MIRAGE is a story about having the weight of the unwaking world on your shoulders. What it means to make connections, and the fear of it all unraveling away.

It’s my birthday tomorrow yippe!

Look, I didn’t want to be a half blood. Being a half blood is dangerous. It’s scary. Most of the time it gets you killed. If you think you might be one of us, my advice is turn away while you still can. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth. Try to live a normal life. Because once you know what you are, they’ll sense it too. And they’ll come for you. Don’t say i didn’t warn you

First look at Percy Jackson and the Olympians 

unpopular opinion: percy jackson movies

I actually really liked and enjoyed the percy jackson films! I just don't really look at them as Percy Jackson & The Olympians book adaptations, more of just like PJO AU live action fanfiction lol. ALSO IM REALLY EXCITED FOR THE NEW PJO SERIES COMING OUT SOON ON DISNEY PLUS!

oh i’m so excited for my first ever artfight.

artfight.com/~saoi-art

Thank you for the tag @returnofthepineapple! 💙 I need to get back into working on my WIPs, maybe this will help me focus on one of them.

Game Rules:

Make a 24hr poll with the titles of every WIP you plan to work on even if it’s only one or two.

Once the poll closes, write one sentence for every vote received on the WIP that gets the most votes.

* contains smut

NPT: i'm not sure who is writing rn but @captn-trex @freesia-writes @cloneflo99 @stellarbit and anyone else who wants to do this, pretend i tagged you and then tag me so i can vote!

Our lovely King Dice!!! 🤤

More Cuphead Show Clips!

Some cute sibling love!

Netflix's first look at:

The Cuphead Show

The Cuphead Show:

Meet the Cast pt2!

Meet the cast pt1:

https://royal-xx-x.tumblr.com/post/621593309334421504/the-cuphead-show

Royal

The Cuphead Show:

The Cuphead Show:

Meet the Cast!

Super Smash Bros will be getting Cuphead spirits that releases on February 14th!!!

https://twitter.com/NinEverything/status/1227398050269683712?s=09

Twitter

Nintendo Everything on Twitter

“Super Smash Bros. Ultimate getting Cuphead spirits https://t.co/6mLk1YhlUl”

I’m feeling something right now. I don’t know how to describe it. But I think it’s good.

So I was looking through Alastor’s wiki and found this gem of information

Now I want to see a fanfic where Alastor somehow loses his Microphone and is mute for the entire day. The possibilities for shenanigans and angst are endless.

>>>> Get inspiration from the first party <<<<

Text version of the slides under the cut! :)

Saiki PowerPoint Party!!

Topic ideas:

Why X romantic or platonic rarepair is great

Crackpot theory explanation

Favorite headcanons or themes (ex. ESP as a neurodivergence metaphor)

Deep-dive on a related topic (ex. fashion in the show, yankee subculture for Kuboyasu, Japan culture/history stuff the average viewer might not know, voice actors)

Changes or additions you'd make to the series and why

Fandom / series history, statistics , fun facts, etc.

Character meta / analysis / dynamics with others

Other Saiki media: games, light novels, vomics, movie

Themed recipes like coffee jelly, ramen, blancmange...

Celebration of favorite chapters, arcs, or fanworks

Anything you end up ranting about in the group chat

Things that are fine:

Collaborating with others

PowerPoint / Slides / Canva / Prezi / MS Paint / Pencil & Paper / Cave Painting / Whatever you want

Multiple presentations

Different languages

Adding voiceovers and/or music (ex. Tiktok format)

Any size / aspect ratio that's legible

Memes, drawings, gifs, clip art, stock images, doodles, diagrams, WordArt, stick figures, manga panels, screenshots, just text, etc .

For the fandom or those outside (Ex. "Why u should watch Saiki K" or "Powers in Saiki K vs Other Media")

Be as sillay and/or as needlessly pedantic as your heart desires... As long as you're having a good time!

Rules:

Post your presentation(s) on Saturday, July 5, 2025

Tag it #Saiki PPT Party

Have fun with it!! And be nice.

hey. hey guys you know what would be funny.

did some deltarune art in commemoration for deltarune yesterday (nintendo direct!!)

Kris kinda looks unhinged- I haven’t drawn them in months jejwbbsj

That's right! Our contributors have been hard at work for the past 3 months and we are now one week away from releasing the zine!!

Get your pickaxes ready to dig up the Fossil Fighters Zine on April 17th!