and now i'm too lazy to fix it

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After reading the recent Fatal Error updates i couldn’t get this scene from Lilo and Stitch out of my head so this happened. :’D

I’d imagine Fatal just lies there purring like some sort of glitched kitten for a few hours with his little blue blankie and flower crown.

EDIT: I’m now aware that i missed a section of Fatals scarf and red strings but im too lazy to fix them now sorry ;w;


Fatal Error belongs to @xedramon / @fatal-error-blog

Geno/AfterTale Sans belongs to @loverofpiggies

UnderSwap Sans belongs to @popcornpr1nce

Outertale Sans belongs to….. ???

Can’t Sleep Without You Here

Maybe one day my writing inspiration will come at a normal hour.
Clearly that’s not tonight.

Also I’m too lazy to come up with a cute title right now, so I’ll figure that out tomorrow when I upload this to ao3!

In the meantime, have another super short SnowBaz drabble/ficlet thing that I just wrote.

Guess what has a title and is now on ao3

It’s late and I can’t sleep, though not for a lack of trying.

I’m not used to falling asleep without having Baz less than three feet away from me. Not that he’s much farther now. He’s only out watching the telly from the couch. Yet, as I toss and turn in my bed, I can’t help but feel it is somehow too empty.

I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and pull one of Baz’s jumper’s out from the drawer in the nightstand. He keeps a whole bunch of his clothes in random drawers here. We may not live together anymore, but he still spends enough nights here that it just makes sense for him to leave something to wear here. The sleeves are a bit too long and fall past my fingertips. I find an extra comfort in that, like Baz is covering all of me and keeping me safe and warm. There’s a pair of argyle socks that must have been under the jumper, so I pull those over my feet before I shuffle out the bedroom door to go find Baz.




Snow went to bed an hour ago.

I don’t know why I stayed out here. Surely my Netflix marathon could have waited until tomorrow, but for some reason I couldn’t drag myself away from the screen. The episode I’m watching only has ten minutes left. When it’s over, I’ll go to bed with my boyfriend…where I should have been an hour ago.

I hear the door creak open so I look over and see Snow shuffle his way out into the living room. He’s wearing my jumper - which covers his hands completely, a pair of blue boxer briefs, and argyle socks that come up to almost his knee. He looks absolutely ridiculous. It’s adorable.

One of his sweater-covered-hands comes up to rub one of his eyes as he tries - and fails - to stifle a yawn.

“I couldn’t sleep without you.”

I almost fight to keep a smile from spreading across my face before I realize I don’t have to do that anymore. I pat the cushion of the couch next to me in answer, and Simon smirks back.

He shuffles the rest of the way over to the couch and curls up in a ball with his head in my lap. My hand finds its way into his bronze curls and his eyes slip shut. He’s asleep within seconds.

I guess I could watch another episode…or two.

Ezio's Birthday
Rosa/Ezio Auditore/Leonardo da Vinci
Ezio's Birthday

Rosa: There you are, Ezio. Why so serious?

Ezio: It’s my birthday.

Rosa: Davvero? (Really?) Cento di questi giorni! (Happy birthday) That’s wonderful!

Ezio: Is it? …It’s been over ten years, since I watched my father and brothers die… Ten years hunting the men responsible. I’m so close to the end now, but… no closer to understand what any of it was for.

Rosa: You may not see it, Ezio, but it’s better here now because of the things you’ve done…

Basta (Enough). Look, here. I have a birthday present for you. It’s L'Arsenale’s shipping manifest, from the day the boat left.

Ezio: The boat to Cyprus? You’re serious?

Rosa: And guess when it’s scheduled to return?

Leonardo: Ezio!

Ezio: Leonardo?! When did you get back?

Leonardo: Just now. I need to talk to you. Right away.

Rosa: Go on. Have fun, boys.

Leonardo: Oh, it is! It is!

Walk with me. Stay close.

Happy birthday Ezio Auditore da Firenze!

☼ 24 June 1459
† 30 November 1524

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Eggsy Unwin, badass extraordinaire.