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[crowberri]

Swooned & Knighted

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[hotcinnamonsunset]

🛸👽scully was abducted and all I got was this stupid sweater🙄✌🏼

[hinamie]

new official illust of them with puppies healed something in me

[spiderziege]

Fight me in the Sky!!!!

(full-res file up on my ko-fi, for anyone who wants to print this out or whatever :] close-ups are under the cut!)

[vampyfrnk]

not very convincing gerard.

[pinku-hoshii]

(Tumblr absolutely butchered the quality of this one, nice)

Comic thingy! It was supposed to be a simple shitpost, but it ended up more serious than expected so uuh

Edit : Adding the fourth panel separately for better quality because I'm really happy about how the rendering came out :)

Original post

[ne0nbreeze]

Obsessed with the timing of this

[danrifics]

The Vegas Video: The greatest video never made

[clovixen]

THIS IS THE ONLY WAY IT COULD HAVE ENDED.

THIS IS THE ONLY WAY IT SHOULD HAVE ENDED.

[erisgekko]

ok but what if all the aliens just want petted and treats

still ver.

[actualori]

happy (very late) birthday empires smp!!

(this ended up taking thirty hours and forty minutes)

close ups and alternate versions below!

[artharakka]

Variation on Swords I

| PRINTS | | Other Swordtember prints & more |

[stardelo]

Sebastian Solace as an undertale shopkeeper because why not :)

[b4kuch1n]

podcast people in my phone

[littlexdeaths]

𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 - 𝐚.𝐚.

𝐢. 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

abby anderson x plus size reader

warnings: mostly fluff/gay yearning but all my works are 18+, sprinkle of jealous reader, references to disordered eating (binging/overeating), body insecurities, self-depreciation, brief mention of broken bones, shy/anxious reader, wing man manny

a/n: i’m replaying tlou part 2 and i’m having full on gay panic over her SEND HELP. but pls be gentle with me, i haven’t written for her before. the title is from get like by kehlani, i feel like it’s going to fit their dynamic pretty well… if you all want more of them. enjoy xx.

“Qué pasó princesa, why the long face?”

You’re instantly snapped out of your inner brooding when Manny slides onto the bench across from you, immediately averting your eyes from where they were previously lingering.

But he’s already caught you staring.

“Oh, hey Manny,” the corner of your mouth lifts in a small smile. “It’s nothing, s’just been a rough morning.”

That wasn’t exactly a lie, it had been a rough morning in the medical bay. You were called in at almost 3 am to help Nora reset a soldier’s arm that had been practically shattered during an altercation with a Scar. You had to physically sit on the poor guy to try and keep him restrained, but even then he ended up bucking you off after Nora was finally able to snap his bones back into place. But the dull ache in your hip from your tumble onto the cracked concrete was the least of your problems.

No, the real reason for your gloomy expression had thankfully just left the mess hall, taking her fluttering lashes and high-pitched giggles with her. But you can tell by the subtle quirk of his brow that he’s not at all convinced.

“You know,” he hums, leaning forward to rest his forearms on the table between you. “You’d get a lot farther if you actually just went and talked to her.”

You can feel a rush of heat creeping up your neck when your eyes immediately flick over to the girl in question, standing just across the mess hall.

Abby Anderson.

She looks good, devastatingly good—but she always does without much effort. Her braid is loose from her morning workout, a couple of shorter pieces slipping free to frame the features of her face. Her arms are crossed over her chest while she waits in line, a slight sheen of sweat still visibly clinging to the taught skin of her biceps.

The corner of her mouth is pulled up in a knowing smirk as she chats with the person in front of her, heat pooling in your middle when she playfully shoves them forward. You watch as they stumble, clearly not used to her strength being turned on them and you’re glad you’re sitting down because your knees might have buckled.

God, you were pathetic.

You let out a small huff and wrench your gaze away before she catches you ogling her like some goddamn freak.

“I think you got a little drool there,” Manny teases, his thumb reaching out to swipe at the corner of your mouth.

“Shut up, I do not,” you stammer, quickly pushing his hand aside.

He just throws his head back with a rumbling laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners when they meet yours.

“Seriously though, chica, just go talk to her. She’s not gonna bite…” Manny notices your stuttered inhale, the corner of his mouth tugging up into an amused grin. “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”

You give him a sour look before letting out a low groan, rubbing a hand over your face. It’s not like you haven’t thought about it, in fact you’ve overplayed hundreds of scenarios in your head about how you would try to approach her. But each one ends with her laughing right in your face, effectively shattering any semblance of confidence you managed to conjure up in your head.

“Look at me, Manny…” you mumble dejectedly, waving a hand toward yourself, ignoring how he narrows his eyes. “I’m not exactly a size two.”

His eyes instantly soften when you stab another piece of lettuce in your bowl, your insecurities instantly bubbling to the surface. Your weight was something you always struggled with, apocalypse or not. Growing up in a QZ where food was already scarce had you finding comfort in what little food you could find.

That need for comfort had only gotten worse after joining the WLF, where food was far more accessible and you found yourself over-indulging more often than you cared to admit. Your body now carrying a lot more weight along your hips, stomach and thighs…and you hated yourself for it.

“Trust me,” you continue, cutting him off before he can manage to get a word in. “I’m definitely not her type.”

You’d lived across the hall from Abby and Manny for quite some time now, so you’d seen your fair share of what kind of girls would be warming her bed at night.

None of whom looked anything like you.

Manny rests his palm over your hand before you can continue to brutalize your poor salad any further, giving it a soft squeeze that has a lump forming in your throat.

“Well,” he mumbles after a moment, scratching at the scruff along his jaw. “If that’s what you really think, why don’t we just ask her?”

Manny quickly turns around on the bench, now in search of the blonde in question. Panic slams into you at full force when he spots her just as she’s leaving the line, raising his arm up in the air and calling her over. Her eyes instantly shift from him to you, confusion filling them as you all but throw yourself across the table to yank his arm back down.

“Manny, no!” you hiss, but he just lightly shrugs you off with you a subtle wink.

You immediately slump back against the cool brick wall, your limbs suddenly frozen and incapable of moving. Like a doe caught in the bright lights of a speeding truck, a truck that has no intentions of slowing down or stopping. But one that you wish would quickly crush you beneath its weight and ultimately end your suffering.

If only you were that lucky.

“Hey,” she says softly once she reaches the table, but the way her eyes seem to linger on you for a second too long has your mouth feeling dry.

Manny greets her enthusiastically while she slips onto the bench beside him, the toe of her boot accidentally grazing your leg in the process. That small touch sends tingles shooting straight up your calf, your heart beginning to thud erratically inside your chest. But when she turns the full weight of her gaze on you, you’re a goner.

“You on break?” She asks politely, motioning toward your partially eaten salad as she unwraps her burrito.

You nod, not trusting yourself to form proper words, let alone full sentences right now. So you quickly take another bite of your leafy greens as a distraction, wincing slightly when Manny’s foot purposely knocks into your shin under the table. You shoot him a warning look, but he ignores you to turn toward Abby.

“So,” he starts, but the way he drawls your name has your whole body tensing. “She’s got somethin’ she really wants to ask you, amiga.”

Abby looks back at you expectantly while she takes a bite out of her burrito, her eyes holding nothing but genuine curiosity.

“O-Oh, I, um��” you stutter, trying to focus anywhere but her face. “I was just…”

You let out a shaky breath, wiping your sweaty palms on your thighs.

Jesus get a grip, you’ve handled clickers with more valor than this.

“Well, I wondering if you…”

Your gaze finally settles on the clock above her head and it suddenly dawns on you that you were supposed to be back at the medical bay almost 10 minutes ago.

“Shit!” you squeak, rising from your seat while you try to gather up the remains of your lunch. Nora was going to kill you. “Dammit, I-I gotta go, I’m sorry.”

You sling your bag over your shoulder before either of them can protest, tossing your wilted salad in the trash before practically sprinting out of the mess hall without daring to glance back.

⇢ part two.