#quick yap

[earlysunshines]

confession yk what pisses me off so bad💔💔🙏🙏when i see a goddam fic in the newjeans tag and it’s not even newjeans it’s just there bc like one member is maybe mentioned in the fic like. girl. why is this a whole other member for a whole diff group with the hashtag “newjeans x reader” r u evil. do u see me tagging “aespa x reader” bc minjeong is mentioned. NOOO!!!!!!

[ask-steven-stevenson]

*I toss him inside onto Jake*

{if you mean Terrence! Hes outside with Billy..

[skysmadness]

will you guys still love me even if i am a taller keith enjoyer

[lunaliart]

theyre sick of your shit sonic

[cod-bin]

ghoap x reader cuddles (sfw)

– simon always ends up behind you. doesn’t matter if you start out somewhere else. you roll over, and he’s already there, arm around your waist, nose pressed into your hair like it’s the only way he knows how to breathe.

– johnny stretches out like a dog in the sun, limbs everywhere, grinning like he’s got everything he’s ever wanted. which he does. you and simon tangled around him, tucked into the soft hum of silence.

– simon doesn’t talk much when it’s like this. just hums sometimes, like a low rumble in his chest. you think it means he’s content.

– johnny tells you stories. nonsense ones. makes up a whole fake movie plot about a dog detective just to make you laugh while simon gently tucks your shirt down over your lower back, keeping the warmth in.

– sometimes simon kisses the top of your head and you think he might be whispering something, but it’s too soft to hear.

– johnny kisses your cheek like it’s a game. keeps count. “that’s eleven. twelve. thirteen. no, don’t laugh, i’m aiming for a record.”

– simon’s hand fits perfectly over your ribcage. not squeezing, just resting there. like he’s grounding himself. like he needs to feel you breathing.

– johnny drags the blanket up over your shoulders when you start to shiver. presses a kiss to your nose and tucks himself closer, all warm skin and sleepy affection.

– sometimes simon falls asleep first. buried in your hair, chest to your back, arm locked around your waist. and johnny looks over you both, all soft-eyed and stupid in love, and says something like, “he’s got it bad, yeah?”

– he does. they both do. and so do you.

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a/n: i love them your honor

[dualitieds]

Happy (late) new year everyone!

I hope 2025 is a bit more productive than the last

[inkz123]

Day 16: Forbidden (frosting)

[amaru2020]

Per a suggestion on Twitter, a reverse AU of my last AU where instead Glinda got the wings

Here, I like to think that while trying to once again perform the levitation spell on herself, Elphaba was so wrapped up in some of the last memories she had of Glinda, she ended up accidentally transferring the spell to her.

[kmpshitposter]

OC MATT of HER C0MBAT

[prev post] more abt him

[pinkydoggy83]

🎤🛹 — Yes, I really just made a whole comic based on a single Lofi video

[chocobje]

Would you guys mind if I start posting small quick doodles of my DWFR AU.. Sometimes I tend to just mindlessly doodle but they're not significant lore stuff.. Mostly me messing around or just scrapped concepts.

Same goes for ramble posts(with no art), don't wanna clutter my blog too much for the sake of people scrolling lol.

[bbuzz28]

Memories

Old man Fiddlestan, my beloved-and what's this? It could be semi-canon compliant :O ?!?! Woof- this is one of the saddest things I have ever written. I know some of you gremlins (affectionate) love that sort of thing, but I don't. I like really really don't. This is my comfort ship, so I don't even know where this came from other than trying to figure out how they *could* work in canon. Truthfully though, I prefer my Fiddlestan heavy on the comfort when it comes to the "hurt/comfort" genre. This is my only “angsty” (i.e. no immediate happy ending) Notes-app fics, so don't get used to this level of sad from me lol.

“Stan?” an oddly familiar voice called. Mr. Mystery, Stan Pines, glanced up from the flyers he was organizing and found that Old Man McGucket stood in the doorway of his front door. The last tour of the day had just left, it was dinnertime, and he was exhausted. Stan rolled his eyes as he unfurled his tie, wishing Soos was still there to escort the crazy old man off his property. No matter what he did, the old hillbilly always managed to find his way back to the Shack. “Sweet Moses McSuckit, what are you doing in here? Shoo, scat, or whateva will get rid of ya.” Hearing no movement, he looked at the man again and found he was standing erect. His blue eyes were the clearest he had seen them in no less than a decade.

          Wait, what did he call- oh. Oh no.

“Stan…ley? Did I…did I do somethin’ wrong?” the other man asked, his hands twisted in knots in front of him. Memories flashed through Stan’s mind; Ford falling through the portal, Fiddleford finding him passed out in the lab, working together to bring Ford home again…being together. Being happy. They had been happy, if just for a little while, hadn’t they?

Then there was the cult, and his discovery of the damn memory gun that had finally ruined everything they ever built. He took a hesitant step forward, a thousand thoughts roaring in his mind at once. “Fidds? Wha-what do you remember?” A bandaged hand snaked up and rubbed over the faded scar on the side of his head “I…don’t rightly know. Did we…I think we had a fight? I just woke up in the…in the dump. N’ I don’t have any shoes. Do ya know why my arm is in a cast?” Fiddleford looked so lost.

Stan knew in his heart that all of this was fleeting- “clarity” would hit Fiddleford every few years after he had finally wiped his mind of himself. Almost like his brain was trying to jumpstart itself back together. The first time they thought it was a miracle but…it didn’t last. It just started a trend that would follow them both for the next almost thirty years. Fiddleford would seemingly “wake up” and be lucid for a few weeks in the beginning, then eventually only a matter of days. It had been so long since the last time that Stan would wager, they only had maybe a few hours together if he was lucky.

The last time Fiddleford was himself…they had fought. Stanley thought he had figured the only way Fiddleford could stay; he needed to remember. Remember everything he had ever forgotten. At the time, Fiddleford had been unwilling to try. He didn’t think he could handle it; he knew he had forgotten what he had for a reason.

Stanley had gotten as close to begging as he ever had in his life since surviving Tijuanna, and when it had no effect…Stanley had told Fiddleford to leave and never come back. He had left that night, and by the next day he had faded away again. After a while, Stan thought his last words had been the final nail in the coffin that was Fiddleford’s mind. He carried that weight along with every other mistake he had ever made. But here he was. Fiddleford. His Fiddleford.

He took a deep breath before he opened his arms up. “Hey, don’t worry, it doesn’t matter. I’m right here.” Fiddleford rushed through the doorway, melting into Stanley’s open arms. “I went away again, didn’t I?” Stan could feel Fiddleford’s tears soaking into his chest, his own whispering at the edges of his eyes. Yes, and you will leave again. You will leave me and I will be alone all over again, you fucking asshole. “Hey cowboy, didn’t I just say not t’ worry about any a’ that? You’re here now, n' that’s what matters. You’re…you’re home.” A haggard laugh vibrated through the smaller man’s chest into Stanley’s own. “I know I keep tellin’ ya, tellin’ me not t’ worry is like” “…tellin’ a fish t’ stop swimmin’; I know Fidds, I know.” Fuck was really the only conscious thought that went through his head as he held his one-time lover. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, again.

Fiddleford looked up, eyes wide and searching Stan’s face. “How long do ya think we have?” Stan shook his head, unwilling to lie even if it eventually wouldn’t matter because he wouldn’t remember. You’ve always been the only person I couldn’t lie to. “I dunno, it’s been…a while. Probably not very long.” Fiddleford closed his eyes before he said “I need ya t’ know somethin’, Stanley.” Stan started to shake his head. “Fidds, you don’t have t-” The look on the other man’s face shut Stan right up-he had always had that ability. Stan wished he didn’t miss it as much as he did. “I need ya to know that even when I’m not here…I miss you. The part of me that’s somewhere in here-” A weathered hand tapped the side of his head to emphasize his point “ misses you. I’m just so sorry, Stanley. Sorry that I’m a coward. I’m sorry that I’m not strong enough to be here all the time…but I’ll never stop tryin’. I’ll always try n’ come home to ya.”

Stan thought of the thousands of times he had chased Old Man McGucket, the neat little character that Stan had to compartmentalize his Fiddleford into when he wasn’t himself, out of the Shack. How many times he had found him curled up like a cat on the back porch. How every time they “met”, McGucket would say how nice Stan was or how good he felt to be around him “for some reason.” How many odds and ends McGucket would gift Stan from the dump for exhibits at the Mystery Shack with a large smile and nothing substantial behind his eyes.

It would be so much easier if he would stop trying to come back. Maybe the hole in Stan’s heart the size of the sweet, certifiably insane man would scab over. How many times had Stanley mourned him? How many times was he willing to hurt himself? They were now nearing their sixties, how long was he really willing to do this song and dance?

What’s one more time? he softly thought, his hand coming up to tenderly cup the grizzled face of Fiddleford Hadron McGucket. Mad scientist, friend, and unfortunately for them both…the love of his life.

“I miss you too, Fidds.”

[midnight--sadness]

i don't want a front man spinoff :/

[mayxo-hxh]

hxh taught me a lot about what it truly means to have experience in your area of expertise.

this is what having experience in the field means. They figured out so much in only so little and immediately took measures against it. this fight is so good... shows u how insane the zoldycks are

even chrollo was like damn chill!!

[luli-lads]

i think if vampire! sylus or zayne fed from me and i started feeling faint from bloodloss it would be great. it would take the edge off all this studying tbh. they can also moan a lil when they're fangs deep, it would help.

[inkz123]

Error prolly waits a week after Valentine's day so he can get the chocolate bundles on discount.

He goes to the stores to check prices before Valentine's because he HATES how crowded it gets nearing the day.

He computes how much he can save when he buys in bulk when he does go and buy em.

And the cashiers and store clerks swooning over him cuz they think he looks so handsome but also sad and jelly cuz hes probably choosing which chocolate to buy for his "honey"

but really hes planning to buy em all for himself haha