#bhs

[peripecias-i]

Knowing Vasselhein, the religious city that hid 2 dead gods on their pantheon for almost a millenia to not cause panic, nobody will even know the gods became human.

People will still think they are there, it's just a little funky after the moon got stuck in one place for weeks. Divine magic got weird after the solstice, who's to say because of 'the solstice' it got really weird.

Vasselhein will hide this knowledge better than the other ones it has hid.

[thebritishdragon]

He goes to SFAI. He’s an artist. He’s a badly drawn human made by yours truly.

Basic plot.

Axel is an artist who goes to SFAI. It’s SFITs rival school. (SFAI is the art version of SFIT) 

Axel has an online presence, he mainly draws the hero’s of San Fransokyo. He’s friends with Honey Lemon and Karmi. 

This kid, honestly. He’s caucasian, lived in San Fransokyo all his life. Just your average Joe. That is if he didn’t dress so vibrantly. 

Before Big Hero Six were really a thing, Axel drew dinosaurs. He drew them a lot. He loves dinosaurs.(I’m being evil and giving him my passions)

He met Honey Lemon when she signed up for som SFAI classes. They’ve worked on some projects together and Honey loves his work. 

Karmi and Axel met online. She commissioned some art from him once. She’s a big fan of his artwork due to her loving the hero’s…and Caption Cutie. They chatted online for a long time, he actually encouraged her to start the comic(weird fanfiction) 

They met in person by accident. SFAI had an open house. And several SFIT students wanted to see the artwork. Honey Lemon and her gang were there too, but this isn’t about them right now. Karmi recognized Axels art and spoke to him. They both were shocked. 

[eternallyfatedjadedspaded]

Henry and Nigel BHS vibes

my gods, i can't wait to have more time and energy to get ILY done and start working on BHS. this footsies game playing i've been having to play is not enough. the last one is great because, is it nigel or henry? both... either or... yes.

[writer-rider-flirty-thirties]

I've been thinking about Black Hole Sun a lot lately. It's taken a backseat to my other fics for the last year (it will be continued once my other commitments are done), but it's never far from my mind so I commissioned this beautifully sweet art from @harleysart for Chapter 17! Thank you so much! I love this art so much! Go check harleysart out!!!

[brightreddays]

miles: morning hiro miles: are you able to work Frfsy? miles: *Friday miles: btw nice job with the murder dolls miles: very clever

@wldngmn

[peacelord]

the fact that there's like no butthole surfers fandom is so sad.. where's the cringe fanart of them made by gay 14 year olds...

[rivka-kopelman]

[kidcore-nostalgia]

[thebarefootwaterhippy]

Issue taxis with fully-automatic, portable AEDs (automatic electronic defibrillators) in order to give people who've had a cardiac arrest a greater chance of survival.

Taxis have already been issued with RAPAID bandages to help people who have been stabbed. I think AEDs are equally important. Those same taxis should carry portable AEDs. It's already happened in Glasgow (to a select number of) taxis, but this needs to happen across England too. Just by having select taxis carry them, it'll massively help in saving lives.

Having lost someone close to me, which was made much worse due to a delay in the arrival of paramedics, I think having more defibrillators around will save lives.

Having them in taxis will drastically increase the survival rate of someone in cardiac arrest, as there will be far more defibrillators able to be utilised by the public when on the street. "A defibrillator should be possible to fetch within 4 minutes (2 minutes there and 2 back). [...] That means the defibrillator should be 200 metres from where it's needed [as this is the average distance a person travels in 2 minutes]" (British Heart Foundation 2023).

[duck-duck-chicken]

location: rain of petals parade status: closed (@vespcrtines) Stealth isn't Finch's strong suit. It's hard to sneak up on anybody when you're not only the size of an ox, but also prone to snickering and giving yourself away. So the music and the busy crowd at the Parade festivities provide a rare and happy bit of camouflage. Finch -- decked out in flower crown and Hawaiian shirt -- is just leaving Q, who's busy taking Miss Cherry for a twirl. He's hunting for Patty, and licking the crumbs of an apple fritter off his fingers, when he spots her. Josie Sutton --decked out in pale yellow fairytale princess gear, pointy hat and all, standing near the bulletin board. She's all grown up now, of course. But to Finch, who's known her since she was a baby -- she'll always be little Josie Posey, the bright-eyed little muffin chasing barn cats around the yard with Patty. She's gazing into space, thoughtful, a marigold in hand. It's too good an opportunity to waste. Finch hunkers down -- to whatever degree a near-six-and-a-half-footer can reasonably hunker down -- and creeps up from an angle, scooping her up off the ground and spinning her around with a whoop, skirts flying. And nearly causing her to lose the marigold and the pen. "Who's the lucky guy?" he asks, grinning, then stops. "Or girl. Uh - the lucky person," he corrects himself primly, setting her down again. You know what happens when you assume, he reminds himself, hearing the words in Meemaw's voice. Actually he doesn't recall what exactly it is that happens -- just that you're not supposed to do it.

@vespcrtines

[eternallyfatedjadedspaded]

union of two? you don't say? goooood to knooow.

yn i added this to the crossover too. gods, the ILY fic has been helpful in developing the crossover but i won't lie, the symbolism is crossing over here. but im sure some will only read one or the other so it's no biggy, right? yall won't miiiind.

[teenagedirtstache]

[brightreddays]

A knock at your door, followed by retreating steps. There’s a rustle in the bushes, but pay no mind to that sound. On your doorstep sits a slightly crunched up cardboard box haphazardly taped shut with “D.SCAMMAHORN INDUSTRIES” written in black marker — the R’s are backwards. There’s a scent, mildew, glue, and almost….citrusy, wafting from the box. Open it up and find a mason jar nestled amongst a heap of shredded newspaper. A makeshift label on the glass made of masking tape reads ‘CLEANINGOO’, already peeling off. The mason jar is filled with…some kind of concoction. It’s somehow both a liquid and a solid, almost a violent shade of orange. There’s chunky glitter interspersed within the goo. Amongst the newspaper shreds sits a ripped piece of notebook, scrawled in the same black marker, that reads, “Congratulations! Here’s your CleaninGoo, courtesy of D. Scammahorn Industries. Enjoy!”

Ernie cannot be held responsible for any late-night impulse purchases made during slow nights at the Stag. Also cannot be held responsible for remembering them the next day. So the box stuck in a bush next to the bar is a surprise. "The fuck...?" Ernie's not sufficiently caffeinated for this shit yet, and their glasses are still stuck in a pocket. Under an arm it goes while they unlock the bar and flip the lights on. It's not until the box is inside, and torn open, that they recall. The wacky asshole on the home shopping channel. Loud, obnoxious -- and ferociously dyslexic, judging by the Sharpied words on the box. The stuff in the jar inside is fascinating, in a gross kind of way. Ernie turns the jar over, watches with lip curled as the stuff inside oozes back and forth. CleaninGoo. It's the same color as the nasty nacho-cheese-stuff in the industrial sized cans in the storeroom, the goop that gets warmed up in a crock pot and glooped over chips during happy hour. Smells good and bad at the same time -- oranges and mildew. And it's glittery. Lucky timing. The hand soap dispensers in both bathrooms are nearly empty, and the delivery of regulation pink flowery-smelling stuff is a day late. Ernie rinses out the last crusts of pink stuff and refills them both with CleaninGoo, humming to themselves. Doesn't notice the faint glow it gives off in the dark, after the fluorescent lights are clicked off.

[faggt03]

[hwangyeddeongie]

some satangs will act like you personally held a gun to Ryujin’s head if you spare the smallest shred of concern for Yeji’s wellbeing