#BE THE CHANGE YOU WANNA SEE IN THE WORLD

[waltybrainrot]

when did this happen

[nat-20s]

OOF only 17 works in one of my shops on AO3. Guess I have to get cracking

[fbfh]

Thinking abt leo and fluffy neck kisses......

anon..... 😭😭😭😭😭

no bc fluffy neck kisses with Leo would be the best. he has his arms wrapped around you and his face pressed into your neck and he's kissing you as much as he can before you're both laughing and smiling too much for him to kiss you anymore. and even then he'll still nuzzle his face against your skin, enjoying how nice you smell, then whisper something and bite your ear and make you laugh and blush even more than you were. your hands sit on top of his and he loves the way this feels, holding you close and feeling you laugh against him. he's so warm too. his skin is always warm against yours, his gaze radiates warmth when you lock eyes, everything he says draws out this warm bubbling laughter out of you and you've never experienced anything like it.

[savedbythemell]

petition for AO3 to have filters for “main pairing(s)” and “background pairing(s)” so that people don’t waste their time when desperately searching for fic of their favorite pairing only to be overwhelmed by a more popular pairing of the same fandom in THEIR ship tag!! and with this change, then may order, peace, and love be restored to the universe…

[poisonouspastels]

hey fnaf fans i mean this in the nicest way possible: you gotta actually reblog content and engage with it if you wanna see something other than Sun/Moon(barely) stuff

[incognito-lionbeast]

Forgiving Wylde

// Post-series Acceleracers drabble, ft. Mark Wylde & Vert Wheeler. I want them to be friends. Though this takes place after a hypothetical 5th movie, the details are kept mostly vague since... y’know, one can only speculate. I say as if there aren’t headcanons in here already.

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    “Hey uhh… Vert, you got a minute?” Asked an imperious shadow from the doorway, arms reflexively crossed. It wasn’t on purpose, honest. Even before everything in his life went to hell, Wylde wasn’t so good with handling delicate situations – and boy was this something else. Every second lingering between him and Vert’s answer added to his desire to forget it, walk away. Way less complicated, but it wouldn’t sit right. The confusion written clear across Vert’s face didn’t sit right, neither, but such was the nature of the beast… so Wylde strode into the room, plopping himself kitty-corner from Vert on the bland Silencerz bunk, anyway.

    “Uh, hey Ma– Wylde.” Vert corrected himself. Old habit, old name. He shifted, twisting awkwardly to look somewhere just past Wylde. Out of all the guests he could have had right here and now, Vert never would’ve guessed that Mark Wylde would be among them. Sure, he’d made up with Kurt–or that was the impression Vert’s team had given him. Good for them. All it took was an arm. Yet, Vert hadn’t even gone to help rescue Wylde from the Drones. He chickened out. So, though things worked out in the end, well, not everything sat right with him, either. 

    “What’s up?”

    Too casual? Too something.

    “Mark’s fine,” Wylde mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. The signature growl in his voice was but a whispery afterthought, leaving something almost respectable. Maybe he should’ve tried for eye contact, but if Vert wasn’t really looking at him, then… eh, it was a work in progress. Words were the priority here. He hemmed, “Look uh.. been thinkin’ about it, and don’t think I ever told you what it meant when you let me on your team back then.”

    Words? Words.

    What a place to start, but he really was thinking about it.

    “Nobody never really believed in me before..” Especially not Kurt. If only for habit, Wylde wanted to say so, but Kurt wasn’t the one here. Anyway, it was beside the point–the point he was desperately trying to cling to before it evaporated along with all of his tact. Wylde stared at the wall. It was a boring wall, but maybe that made it easier to focus on. He felt Vert shifting again, a tickin’ blond time-bomb. “Anyway, point is, I’ve been a real–”

    “Jerk?” Vert finished helpfully. Wylde winced. Deserved that, but here was Vert coming for his throat already! The man took no prisoners–or so it nearly felt like–but his jab lacked even half the oomf Wylde was expecting. Nothing like Kurt. Probably better for it, honestly. Though, if Vert wasn’t a raging spitfire, then maybe this really was salvageable. Maybe he hadn’t screwed over every relationship he’d ever cared about. A warming thought.

    “Yeah,” he agreed, shaking his head with a stuttering, breathy laugh. “Somethin’ like that. I–” his face scrunched. “I shoulda known better. Should’ve at least realised Kurt’s a skank who wouldn’t have told you nothing.”

    In retrospect, it was awfully hard to betray a friend or side with the brother who’d gotten him sent to prison when you never knew that from the start. What an ass Wylde made of himself, and for what? He was mad. Hurt. Traumatised. Sure, he was all those things and more, but Vert was a better man than that–even if he was Teku. Could’ve at least tried to remember that much. It would’ve saved everyone a lot more trouble. Or at least a little bit more trouble. That was all stuck in the past, though, and Wylde could only try to move forward. First Kurt, now Vert. The person after that was anyone’s guess. Lani maybe? It couldn’t be any more awkward.

    Vert looked at him, processing. Nothing prepared him for this conversation, but what would he have done if he’d known this would happen? He couldn’t even imagine. Eventually–and it was a bit of a reach–Vert landed a soft blow to Wylde’s good shoulder. It was the best he could come up with. Effective, though. “Glad to have you back, Markie.”

    Just like that? Wylde blinked, catching sight of Vert from the corner of his eye.

    “Y’know it’s Mark, right?” Wylde said. “Markie’s some kid with divorced parents ‘n a chip on his shoulder to match. Think you’d better leave him alone. I dunno specifics, but he prob’ly bites.”

    Vert laughed. It was quiet and still a little tense, but all things considered? He was tired and forgiveness wasn’t beyond him. Wylde probably needed it more than whatever drama they could’ve dredged from the depths of this stupid, convoluted mess. Wasn’t it enough just to be here, trying? Call him easy, but Vert never really wanted to be mad at Wylde, anyway. There were a whole host of other people to be some kinda upset with instead. Things were complicated. Wylde had been a friend. He could be a friend for a second time–even if he was a Metal Maniac.

    More than that, they were both Wave Rippers.

    “Is that so? My bad.” His hand hadn’t left Wylde’s shoulder, unfolding into a supportive touch. “Well, Mark… I don’t think I ever told you that I’m glad you’re alright, and–I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help.”

    Wylde snorted. A weight lifted, and he found that he could finally face Vert for real this time. Humbled, grateful. Moving meant Vert’s gesture had to awkwardly drop off and return to his side, but never mind that. It was about time Wylde reciprocated, the force of his camaraderie pushing the blond back a solid few inches. Oops. “Eh, don’t worry about it. You ain’t the one who needed to come back for me. Hell, you probably wouldn’t’ve left in the first place. So, we’re even.”

    “Even, huh? I like the sound of that.” Genuinely. As weird as it was that Wylde was here, nearly shoving him off of the bed, Vert preferred being friends. The lesson on cooperation he’d learned during the World Race might have been muddied for a little while there, but he was remembering it again, steadily but surely. Suppose Mark was, too. Though, part of Vert wondered what spurred him to ‘think’ about it right here and now. They hadn’t even left the Silencerz’ base yet. Well, maybe he’d never know. That was fine. The machinations of Wylde’s mind were an enigma that Vert wasn’t qualified to speculate on.

    “Yeah, uh–just don’t think this means I’m switching sides or something. I’m still a Metal Maniac, no matter what my brother thinks,” Wylde clarified. That was important. As much as he might like it some to race with his brother… nahh. The Maniacs were welded. He learned that the hard way. They’d stormed the Drone headquarters to help get him back, even despite all of the trouble he’d caused. That wasn’t the sort of thing he could forget. Besides, the Teku look just wasn’t Wylde, and for lack of a half-decent personality? His image was everything. Probably.

    “I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Repositioning, Vert flashed a crooked smile, relaxing further onto the bed (lest he get shoved again). “Besides, it’s probably better this way. I’m glad you and Kurt patched things up, but… I think you deserve to blaze your own trail, Mark. You’re a great driver. Those Maniacs are lucky to have you.”

    His image was everything, but there were some things Mark just couldn’t control. So, don’t think for a second that Mark knew how to take a compliment.

    No matter how Wylde wished he could cover for it, he stared at Vert slack-jawed and scrabbling for something to say. Vert completely derailed any kind of wiseass comment he’d had in him. What’d he done to deserve this: a damn decent friend? He had to look away, pry himself away even, muttering a shockingly tame expletive under his breath–the sort that only the unruliest of suburban mothers and media censors still somehow found offensive. Vert waited. Was it something he said? Well, obviously, but watching the hyper-aggressive, tattooed spectacle of man get reduced to a fluster was certainly a sight. It was a welcome one, if Vert was being honest. 

    “Yeah, yeah… whatever. Of course I am,” Wylde eventually decided on, waving him off. Cool. Don’t you dare say anything. “You’re a real sap; you know that, Vert?”     Wait. 

    “Don’t answer that. Rhetorical.” 

    Better. 

    “Hey, I’m just being honest,” Vert defended amicably. Get used to it, Mark. They might still be rivals on the track–something Vert looked forward to the more he thought about it–but he was just calling things as he saw them. Mark Wylde was a talented driver totally in his own right, and hopefully if Kurt learned anything from all of this, then he’d do well to acknowledge that. “I might be an only child, but I do know how it is feeling like no one takes you seriously - especially family.”

    Major Wheeler, another complicated subject. Even in the heart of the Silencerz base, Vert tried not to think about him too hard. Wylde was a welcome distraction now that the thrill of racing the Accelerons began to fade. Wait, Vert suddenly realised, was that why..?

    “Y’know, I’m kicking myself for sayin’ this–” Wylde shook his head, hefting himself back onto his feet. Anything to get that sentimental focus off of him. “–Teku might be scrap, but they’re your family, too. Don’t let no one, not even me, tell you otherwise.”

    “Thanks, Mark… I’ll try to remember that.” Plus or minus the ‘scrap’ part, but that was just–it was just talk. Some things never changed. Yet, a twinge of disappointment gnawed at Vert’s expression as he watched Wylde stand and stretch. He wasn’t leaving already, was he? They hadn’t been talking that long. Though, as far as questions go, Vert’s was broadcasting loud and clear–even for someone as dense as Wylde. Frankly, he was flattered.

    “Aw, don’t go making puppy dog eyes at me, Wheeler. You can’t get rid of me that easy,” he said. “I was just about to ask you if you wanted to blow this joint. I got permission, a car, and I might’ve promised my ma ‘bout two years ago that she’d get to meet my new friends. Never did make good on that.”

    The permission wasn’t for Vert exactly, but what Vert didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. The guy needed a break–away from all this and his father. Hell, even Kurt was in on this one. For better or worse. It’d been longer since Kurt last visited their mother, but that was a Kurt problem. Just like explaining prison and a missing arm was a distinctly Markie problem. Yet, If Wylde still had sunglasses to tip slyly, they’d be glinting in the light. “You in?”

[capiapoa]

Getting home after a long day at work

[justapalspal]

mmmm I forgot how much I love writing comments

[athgalla-arts]

I love Fiddleford so much and while he's ultimately a sweet person imo I need more of him being terrible

[devilfruitdyke]

we need to destroy the idea that girls should wear makeup. normalize bare faces on prom queens and flower girls and cheerleaders. no products at all instead of '7 product simple makeup routine.' no more 10 step skincare and regular facials and dermablading and gua sha just to be comfortable with yr natural face. i want to see eye bags on the funny librarian and acne on the swim coach and wrinkles on all our adult role models. i want to see a 16 year old girl that has never tried putting on eyeshadow. i want to see a 7 year old girl who doesn't have to go out and buy powder for her dance recital. i want to see trans women and girls everywhere to never have to wear makeup, regardless of how well they 'pass.' no more 'contouring to look masc' either. a post-beauty industry world is possible

reblogs are on but if you bring up the stage makeup point that i have addressed three times yr blocked on sight ☹️

[theselfcaremaven]

[nibbelraz]

heh the funniest thing about all the sqh stuff is I literally have most of a fic written from outsider pov which is basically sqh’s head disciple realizing he’s a god and that any prayers to him get answered (usually by sqh without him realizing it). It’s several k words now and the random sqh posting makes me hopeful some people would like it 💜

ANON

ANON PLEASE

On my KNEES AND CRYING PLEASE SEND ME THE FIC WHEN YOU DROP IT I PROMISE YOU SO MANY PEOPLE WOULD BE SCREAMING WITH JOY AT THIS CONCEPT

if not I will scream with joy, I AM screaming with joy rn, I personally will be your number one fan

anon I would love to read this whenever you post/publish it

[mishapen-dear]

Cant sleep so im thinking about ayhalo

I think its like. one sided. qaypierre WOULD smooch that demon and take him on dates. qbad would not recognize anything as a romantic gesture. aypierre could throw a bouquet of chocolate roses at him and bad would just be like ! thank you :}

like they love each other, absolutely. they TRUST each other, to the point where i’d even say it gets in the way of bad seeing aypierre as anything more than a good friend. that’s his guy. The dude always in his corner. Friend resource label: team mate (coparent) (down to help kidnap people). bad doesnt do classic romantic relationships- all of his relationships are INCREDIBLY queer, but the closest he usually gets to what others read as romance is a classic chewtoy4chewtoy dynamic. He LOVES to fuck with people and he loves to get fucked with and if there’s a nice jawline or pretty muscles included?? huge bonus !!

he’s got something- not kinder, with aypierre? not calmer, either, but stable, maybe. pierre has proven, over and over again, that he’s on bad’s side. Spying on tubbo, encouraging bad’s pranks, the kidnapping- i can’t call it a reliable dynamic, not with how paranoid bad is, even when he trusts, but there is still a feeling of understanding that, wherever pierre’s limits are for when he cant support bad (or genuinely turn against him), it hasnt been reached yet

aypierre, on the other hand, i dont know enough about to be absolutely sure but there are some Vibes. ironically, i think hes feeling like his relationships are unreliable. max was going to have their baby, and then he wasnt, and then he left him, then max fucking died. plus whatever is happening with him and ayrobot, which probably leaves him feeling like he cant rely on Himself. like he had, if not a little crush on bad, at least some Interest in him, before. as well as several islanders. i remember the days of the Bed Threat.

but thats part of it, too? because those flings didnt have that emotional connection, and i always got the sense that he started looking for that with maximus, to Love and Be Loved rather than pure lust. To care about someone, genuinely, and be cared about in return. but he didnt get that with the flings, and We know that max was using him, but i dont know if he did, but maybe he had a feeling about it and maybe he also had a feelinf about maximus’ feelings towards bad and maybe- there’s something about that? A little push of not-spite-not-projection onto bad.

because bad IS that reliability, right now. he’s a fucking gremlin. a bastard. a prankster silly guy. he trusts aypierre and aypierre trusts him and they dont share everything but so often, when it comes down to it, it is them against the world. them in the corner, caught, aypierre shouting about kissing as a cover for their crimes while bad runs giggling away from him.

[tapakah0]

Sorry just want to rumble a little bit today and no normal thoughts Just... wanted to say... that "Mystic hands" Michelangelo is... very good I only know (I mean have read = know) a few fics about Leo getting back in time, but in this one Mikey gets back in time... I don't know why but it was stuck in my head all day When f!Leo is back, he's about to kill someone, die, later little Leo is suspicious about him, they hate each other (no, they don't, they are just stupid asses)

But god for some reason the way f!Mikey gets back, he just BLOWS everything, he's a walking bomb, that actually makes sense, he's an atom bomb due to the circumstances of his way of getting to the past and the city is lucky they weren't destroyed F!Leo can hold him expression better then Michelangelo does, and Michelangelo doesn't notice how his expression always changes, he just cries and knows that he will Little Leo is suspicious about him (as he should), but the moment he understands that he's the same Mikey, he melts. It tooks weeks for Leos, it took a day for Michelangelo (little (old) brother privileges huh) The way he just, almost blows the WHOLE island, that's exactly was stuck in my head about future Mikey The fact that he was a general, put demoted himself, he was the one discovering the way magic works with science and taught Donnie about it, just all these little mentions and details for some reason made me a bit alive today

(Also the fact that the little one krang is the most dangerous makes SO MUCH sense)

[cyberpunkboytoy]

My DID-having ass is experiencing so much world-envy for the fictional country of Vaugarde I'm going to throw up

[clambuoyance]

I’ve never been so obsessed with a character so bad that I literally can’t do anything else I’m like the squidward meme watching SpongeBob frolic outside the window stretching a hand out to all the pretty paintings and animations and comics I see in my head but being unable to feel any motivation for it . If only i could use the energy spent to create 20 kon doodles to sit down and concentrate on a single finished full piece I used to be able to make like 5 page comics what happened to me