#feral Tumblr posts

all of my teams are out for the season so ive imprinted on the flames like a feral cat

Does this mean I should stop camping the Pokemon center 22 inch Yveltal plush obsessively waiting for a restock?

"No, go ahead."

i think your new theme is really really cool!!! also as a fellow tfb and penelope scott fan you have great music taste! you're very swag

;_; thank you tea!!!!

More TLT textpost comics for my soul

I wanna think about my ego lore so bad but my brain just replays the same 4 things about them in my head over and over again

Modern Lambert bites at the wind in an open window. Also at any attempt at blow drying his hair.

Arts from today!! Super proud of these 😎

this Macy's is a labyrinth and Robert is my Ariadne

Thinking about how the scene that Apo read for in his audition (and that got him the Porsche role) is most likely gonna be in the show…

and how it’s related to how hurt and heartbroken Porsche is about the whole Tawan ordeal…

and how it’s going to personally RUIN ME and BREAK THIS WEBSITE when it drops

Ok someone remind me in about 4 hours to absolutely feral over a new idea for Linked Universe x Reader.

Work is very monotonous and I’ve been watching a play through of FNAF Security Breach and I’ve read a few fics. That is all.

If Metal Sonic is in the movies I think it’d be kinda funny if he liked the Wachowski family and didn’t fight them at all. He thinks they’re his family too “Ah. My parental units and my brothers ☺️ 🌸 ” but as soon as he sees Sonic he’s like “IMPOSTER. KILL 💀 💀💀”

That moment when you tackle your target and realize he’s kinda cute 🤔😏

I go “to bed” at 10:00 but actually behind the closed door of my room I’m running in circles and jumping up and down in complete darkness

got accepted for presale FOR HARRY STYLES TMRW PLS 🕯🕯🕯 SEND ME ALL THE GOOD VIBES SO THAT I CAN GET TIX FOR MY BDAY 🕯🕯🕯

Scanlan giving Pike a lil kees

“So, Scanlan.” Pike paused, attempting to gather her thoughts. It was a rude question burning a hole in her brain, back in the early days when the idea of Vox Machina becoming legends seemed ludicrous and unachievable, and after several pints, she had finally worked up the courage. “You’re the first bard I’ve ever really talked to. Can I ask you a question? It’s not personal, I promise.”

He flashed her a grin. “Pike, you can ask me anything your heart desires.”

“Are you actually any good at what you...” She made a vague hand gesture. 

He raised his eyebrows. “At what I do?”

“I mean, I assume you go for practice, but if you pay for admission, they can’t say you’re bad at it. You have an act and a reputation that’s riding on it. You’ve gotta exaggerate a little--” Pike could feel her face getting redder by the minute.

“Embellish,” he corrected her. “There’s a time and a place for both and if your story is particularly outlandish, it can be a fine line to walk. But we’re not talking about my music, are we?” Scanlan gave her a knowing look and she cringed.

“Pike--” Grog interjected, plopping down on the other side of the table.

“Not now, Grog,” both gnomes went in unison, Pike’s tone distinctively snappish. He looked hurt for a moment, then shrugged and chugged both ales in his hand before disappearing into the crowd again. She asked Sarenrae for forgiveness and begged to open up the earth beneath her and swallow her, but no such luck.

“M’sorry,” she groaned through her hands. “I like your music, Scanlan. I really do! But there wasn’t a good way to say it and I’d never talk about it with Grog--”

“For perfectly understandable reasons.” Scanlan ran a finger along the rim of his glass. “I will say, I do find it hard to believe I’m the first bard you’ve ever talked to. You put everyone at ease and you’re the first person to help and the last to judge when there’s trouble. If we were only a little tipsy, I’d invite you to come here and find out, but I’m a gentleman and I’ve learned not to kiss and tell.” 

Pike frowned at him. “Scanlan, that was the longest maybe I’ve ever heard.”

He gave her a smug shrug, spreading his hands. “Only you can decide if--” He quieted when she rested her hand on his cheek and looked deep into his eyes.

“Prove it,” she murmured, relishing the rare occurrence of catching him off guard. Slightly vulnerable suited him, but he didn’t hesitate. He cradled her head with one hand and kissed her, his other arm wrapped snugly around her waist. Pike dug her fingers into his collar with a soft moan when he deepened it, now almost entirely in his lap. She thought about straddling him when they paused, then squawked as he deposited back onto the bench. “Scanlan, that’s not fair!”

“Me? I’m not fair? You pulled my hair and slipped me tongue in the first minute!” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Trust me, my dear Pike Trickfoot--pulling away from you before we forgot ourselves is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.”

“You caught me off guard with your---your---” She fumbled for words and scowled at him, eventually settling into a pout, her arms crossed. “I want a redo.”

“Well, it’s a poor bard who doesn’t leave his audience wanting more.” He grinned and as much as she wanted to wipe it off his face, Pike didn’t. “Lady’s choice.”

I hate hearing the noise the bells make when it increases or decreases it feels like needles stabbed into my ear

          “ Stinkyyyy...... ”

Collectively we don’t talk enough about Kikimora’s “I’m taller than EVERYONE” accompanied by a fit of evil laughter

      grrr BARK BARK BARK