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Hellcheer Anniversary Week Day Two - Friday Night Football Game
Chrissy can feel the stares on her back in the locker room. She laces up her sneakers and ignores them. A few months ago, she would have cared. Maybe it’s his influence rubbing off on her.
In a few months, this all won’t matter. In a few hours, this all won’t matter.
“Alright,” she says, in as steady a voice as she can manage. She’s still captain after all. “Let’s go.”
They traipse out onto the field and wait for their entrance. The bleachers are busier than Chrissy expected - their basketball team is better so those games are always packed but apparently people still love football.
There’s a harsh whisper behind her, a sudden giggle, and Chrissy swallows. These days she has a good instinct for when the laughter is about her.
If they knew the truth, they’d understand. But they don’t. She’s been with Jason since middle school. She’s always had that title to match her other equally perfect ones. Chrissy Cunningham. Head Cheerleader. Queen of Hawkins High. Prom Committee, Spring Fling Queen, Jason’s girl.
Funny how without the perfect boyfriend that all of her other accolades meant nothing at all. How easily they branded her with a scarlet letter across her chest.
Their coach signals them with her hand just as the band starts to play. Chrissy forces a bright smile onto her face and then they’re being pushed out onto the field. It almost feels too much, the bright lights, the noise, the stamping of feet on the bleachers.
Sometimes Chrissy looks at her life and just hates it.
There’s cheering as they bound out, shouting and waving their poms. For everyone else, this is fun, a Friday night football game. For Chrissy, it’s something meant to be endured.
Especially as when she looks out across the crowd she sees the one face she had hoped wouldn’t be here.
Jason’s in the stands, hands folded, looking right at her. She should have known. Even though he’s not on the team, he must have thought that this would be a place he could get her alone.
He hasn’t taken their break up quietly. He left her notes in her locker, flowers at her house. Got her mother involved, got her friends involved. Begged and pleaded for her not to throw her life away, as though that’s something he has a say in.
He’s tried and failed during school hours. It’s easier to slip away from him, to hide behind teachers. And no matter what he says, he doesn’t dare try to talk to her near Eddie, not after last time. That had certainly ensured the entire school knew about it within a matter of days - Jason Carver and Eddie Munson fighting on school grounds over her.
She’d had to get involved. She didn’t want Eddie to get suspended or expelled, not when they’re so close. She’s kept it all a secret - if anyone finds out that they’re leaving after graduation, her mother would have a fit.
Jason’s smile pins her feet to the floor. He’s so sure of himself, like this is just a glitch in the eventual road to the white dress and chapel, the picket fence and modern suburbia that he has planned for them. But she’s not that girl anymore, if she ever was.
“Can you imagine giving him up for the local freak?” someone snorts from behind her and this time there’s a louder cluster of giggles. Normally, Chrissy ignores it. Today she whirls around to face Marcy and the flicker of shock across her face is satisfaction enough.
“Then you date him,” she snaps, grateful that the band is still too loud for anyone to hear them. “Now move!”
It goes to show how stunned they are that they all let her push them into their first routine without complaint. Chrissy just dances, letting the familiar moves wash everything away. She hates the pageantry of it all but she still loves this. Maybe she can still find a way to dance when they get to LA.
She gets through the first dance and the second, the players arriving on the field. They have to perform at halftime and she wonders if she can just slip away after. If she gives Jason half a chance, he’ll follow her back to her car, insisting on driving home with her. And then she’ll be trapped at the dining room table, watching her mother quiz him about colleges and wanting to know why they ever broke up in the first place.
At least she can take comfort in knowing that Jason would never tell Laura about Eddie. He’s not about to admit that his girlfriend of nearly five years left him for someone like Eddie Munson.
They have to wait on the sidelines once the game starts and Chrissy stands as far away from Jason as possible. Not that it matters - Jason pushes himself up, like he means to climb across the seats to get to her.
So when someone reaches out with a hand to grab her elbow she shrieks, and the sound is lost amongst the roar of the crowd.
“Eddie!” she gasps and lets him swing her up into his arms. If the brawl in the cafeteria didn’t confirm their relationship this certainly will and she finds she truly doesn’t care.
“A little birdie told me,” Eddie says and gently puts her down. “That there may be an unwanted guest attending the game this evening.”
Chrissy turns and sure enough, Jason is frozen in place, lip curled up in disgust as he looks at Eddie. No, looks at Eddie’s hand still wrapped around her waist.
“You heard right,” she says and her voice wobbles a little. Eddie never even goes to pep rallies and he came to a game, just for her.
“So this is football,” he says, looking over her head at the field. He wrinkles his nose a little at the players, the green and orange uniforms. “It’s…what I expected.”
“What was that?” she asks, leaning into his chest just a little. He smells of smoke and cinnamon, and something woodsy, like the inside of a guitar.
“A glorified game of fetch,” he says bluntly. “I’m glad I got to see you do your thing though.” He mimes waving poms again and she stifles a laugh.
She doesn't remember laughing with Jason much.
"You coming over this evening?" Eddie asks, dropping his arms.
"Yeah," she says, because she's started spending what nights she can get away with Eddie. "If Wayne doesn't mind."
"He never minds," Eddie says easily and even though he should look out of place in his Hellfire t-shirt and boots, he really looks like he doesn't care. She wants to be like that too, unbothered by anyone else's thoughts of her. "I think he likes you better than me at times."
Chrissy ignores the almost palpable aura of hostility from her fellow cheerleaders and leans up to kiss his cheek. Everyone already knows - she may as well embrace starting her Senior year off with a little bit of scandal. Start as you mean to go on.
“A few more months,” he says, resting his cheek on her head. “Then we’re out of here.”
“Yeah,” Chrissy echoes, and the crowd suddenly roars. She must have missed the team scoring a goal. “Then we’re out.”
“You okay?” Eddie asks suddenly, tugging on the end of her ponytail. Jason appears to have slunk back to his seat. He’s clearly not willing to risk another fight, especially when Chrissy looks far from being held against her will.
“Yeah,” Chrissy says, feeling safe for the first time all night. “I am now.”
@hellcheeranniversaryweek
Not 100% on the ending but I ran out of time. I love the 'Chrissy would have left Jason for Eddie' thing that Grace said and I want more fics about it.
#hellcheer#hellcheer week#cheers2hellcheer#hellcheer fic#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#eddissy#chrissy x eddie#hellcheer anniversary week#I probably didn't need to take the time to make a moodboard#but hey ho
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what do you think about dan mora's art?
For the most part I really like Dan Moras art especially the shading he does I've done art studies before of his work just bc I wanted to shade like he does that said there is some things about Moras art that just aren't for me like the way he kinda has one body shape that he likes to draw for all the superheroes in the same vain with faces there's a certain face he falls back on with men and woman and in particular the woman face just doesn't really vibe well with certain characters imo
#ask#anon#like i dont think his go to female face suits wonder woman#but hey ho#art is subjective as fuck#and im only saying this bc mora is a professional artist#so i kinda expect a little more from him#like im pretty sure i do the exact same thing#i have a body shape i fall back on alot#and a face i fall back on#it reminds me of that one monthly girls gag
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Okay so I recently went through a break-up so I'm a thirsty gay guy looking for some content and you're my absolute fav on this app :) Could you (if you wouldn't mind of course) write about a hero who has fallen over heals for a villian with low self-esteem who doesn't realise he isn't all that bad and was forced into this life? Maybe with some cuffs just for the spice😅 Preferably mlm but I'm a sucka for the person who won't stop flustering their crush by over complimenting them😭
"Well," the hero said. "Here we are again."
The villain looked up at the hero, standing over them. His hands were already cuffed behind his back, and, honestly, he was feeling thoroughly dishevelled. It had all happened so fast. He'd lost so fast.
The hero barely had a perfect hair out of place. He hadn't even broken a sweat! It seemed very unfair.
The villain half expected to already hear police sirens in the distance.
"You know," the hero said, hands on his hips. "I'm starting to think your heart isn't in this scary criminal thing."
"What, because I'm crap at it?" The villain wanted to sink into the floor.
"Mm, no. You're very good at it, actually. I think you just don't want to hurt me." The hero flashed them a smile. "Thank you for that, by the way."
The villain looked down at his knees and away from that smile, from his failure. He tugged at the cuffs.
His powers, such as they were, were the explosive kind. He could detonate buildings and the ground where the hero stood with a flick of his hand, obliterating the large majority of his opponents immediately...providing he didn't actually mind obliterating them. Killing them.
He was supposed to be fine with that. Didn't he used to be fine with that? The villain's jaw clenched.
"It's not an insult," the hero said, a little softer. "I don't mean it as an insult. Compassion - kindness - is an admirable quality. You know that, right?"
"Are you taking me in or not?"
"No."
The villain's gaze snapped up, wide-eyed.
The hero crouched down in front of him, putting their faces level.
The villain swallowed. "No?"
"No," the hero said, oh so casual. "Don't think that would do you any good."
"Lunatic asylum, then?"
The hero smiled, faint and crooked and something unreadable. "No."
The villain's brow furrowed. Surely that didn't mean...the hero had never seemed the type to kill. The villain tensed.
"You're remarkable," the hero said. "Smart. Powerful." The small smile grew a fraction. "Gorgeous."
The villain hated the immediate and unstoppable blush that burned their cheeks at that; like each kind word, each terribly sincere piece of flattery was its own bomb going off somewhere in the villain's body. "So you're...keeping me locked in your basement?"
The hero laughed. He sobered a little at the villain's expression.
"No," the hero said. "God, no. I meant -" The hero bit his lip, and the villain's treacherous gaze followed the movement. The hero's eyes brightened. "No," the hero said. He placed a hand over the rabbit-thump of the villain's chest. "I mean that you have a kinder heart than you give yourself credit for. If you'd like to do something else with your life than - this - I would help you. In anyway that I could. I'd like to."
The villain stared at him.
"You're asking me to join you?"
"No," the hero huffed. There was something warm, fond, to his tone. "I mean, you can if you like, you'd be very welcome. But to do something else. Whatever you want."
The villain's head spun. "You don't think I want to do this? I've - do you - you do know who I am?!"
"I know your history, yeah."
"Then you'll know - you'll know that I can't just up and do something else!"
"Why not? You're certainly talented enough to try your hand at reinvention."
"I'm a killer. I am literally made for killing and burning and destroying things!"
"You didn't kill or destroy me."
"And I lost in all of three seconds for the weakness."
The hero considered him at that; his panting, fevered, broken defence.
The villain yanked at the cuffs, desperate to run, to get away from the look on the hero's face. From all of the hero's shining expectations.
"If that was it, you can uncuff me now." It sounded a little too much like please, please, please.
The hero settled back on his haunches, warm hand falling from the villain's chest. "What do you like about your current profession?"
"Are you serious right now?" Absurdly, suddenly, the villain could feel tears pricking his eyes. Frustrated things.
"Perfectly."
"It pays well."
"And that's what matters to you?"
"You've seen me, right?" By all accounts, the villain liked the finer things in life. A nice bespoke suit felt like some small compensation for everything ugly about the rest of them.
"Oh, yes," the hero said. His gaze roamed over the villain again. "Handsome, but not very happy, I don't think."
The villain's face burned all over again. "Stop it."
"Hm?"
"Stop - complimenting me. You're trying to distract me!"
"I can't just be complimenting you?"
"No!"
The loudness of it felt like a confession, and the villain squirmed. He yanked at the cuffs again, hard enough to hurt.
"Easy," the hero said, quieter.
"If you're not going to turn me in, let me go!"
"You really hate me complimenting you that much?"
The villain glared at him, the effect largely no doubt ruined by the distress coming off in waves.
"Huh," the hero said. "Because it's me or-?"
The villain yanked at the cuffs again, even harder. Blood welled up on his wrists. He could feel his breath quickening. He could -
The hero leaned in, and the lock clicked. The cuffs sprang open.
The villain was on his feet in an instant, several large steps between them, poised to bolt completely.
The hero stayed crouched, practically on his knees, hands raised in placating surrender in the air.
The villain gawped.
"Easy," the hero said again. "I'm really not trying to upset you. I didn't mean - I didn't expect that reaction. Are you okay?"
And the villain believed him, which was far worse, because what was he supposed to do with that? What the hell was he supposed to do with the hero's compassion? His smiles, and his compliments as if the villain was in anyway worthy of any of it.
"If you're embarrassed about being flustered," the hero said, "you don't have to be. You look lovely flustered. It's really endearing. I'm not-"
The villain covered his blushing face with his hands. He wanted to claw out of his flustered skin; find some control again, find a way to make the terrifying leaps of his heart settle. To stop hoping. To stop aching for - more.
"Shut up," he hissed.
The hero shut up.
The villain didn't get to have more. Not after everything. He certainly didn't get to have someone like him.
He raised his hands from his face, and waited for the hero to flinch at the threat of it, to betray the underlying horror of what the villain was, to brace himself for death.
The hero did none of those things. He simply continued to track the villain's movements - knowing who he was dealing with, but not afraid. Never afraid.
The villain's hands faltered again.
The world did not erupt in smoke and madness.
"Easy," the hero murmured, a third time. "Can you - can you explain to me why you're upset? So maybe I can help?"
The villain gave an agonised little scoff, and fled.
#possibly not that spicy#but hey ho#what happens happens#hero x villain#villain x hero#heroes#villains#writing#story#story snippet#writing snippet#creative writing#fiction#fic
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Moth Pearl for my amazing bestie, @mystic-mayhem-blog! She rides around on Pangolin Etho's head when she needs to get places.
#Moth Pearl#pearlescentmoon#pearlecentmoon fanart#scarlet pearl#life series pearl#mcyt#life series#hermitcraft#i kinda wanna do another Pearl I'm not 100% satsified with this one#but hey ho#Ashlley rambles
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Von Dutch
SUMMARY: Yelena is forced to deal with her jealousy when a mission going wrong is saved by the ever-charismatic Kate Bishop.
Chapters: 1/2
#axin writes#this is my first smut too#lowkey nervous#but hey ho#bishova#kate bishop#yelena belova#bishlova#katelena#kate bishop x yelena belova#yelena belova x kate bishop#fanfic#a03#mcu#spice#oneshot#von dutch#also Reneé Rapp is there kinda#reneé rapp#blackhill#natasha romanoff#maria hill#natasha x maria#maria x natasha
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"I should have known, I should have understood that you Hunters never change!-"
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Eughhh I'm bored so I'm gonna ramble -
(Mentions of blood, injury, violence, death also shitty writting)
The escape was ongoing. There'd been a couple of hiccups but they had finally gotten back on track! Everyone was happy to be getting out of there...but they were frightened, I mean they were at constant risk of being caught and atp it would probably be decided that they were all too much hassle....they'd probably just kill them right there at that very moment.
So everyone was quiet as they shuffled through the many dark passages which filled the arena. Marco was leading the front, since he knew the way, as Rolden marked the end of their group, the tension was thick but one person seemed more effected by it than anyone else...Bug. They hated being here, it was disturbing, in every cage they passed there was a half-blood either curled on the floor, blood staining their entire being...tears staining their face, or they were snarling, growling at the bars as the group passed...savages...maybe it was for the best thag they were locked away.
Wait...what the fuck were they thinking! This isn't good! This is bad!! These poor creatures, they're being mistreated, they're being abused!! But...look at them...they're vicious...how could creatures like that ever be let back into society!! No, no they couldn't genuinly be having these thoight! After everything the boys had done for them! Half-bloods are not monsters...no...they're not!...right?
As Bug got lost in their own head they didn't notice as the group neared their way out of the arena, they remained unaware until an odd voice snapped them out of their trance
"Well...what have we got here then?"
Shit. A small group of Hunters stood infront of them, there weren't many of them but there was probably too many for them to fight off. They were frozen, both groups silently staring at one another until the 'leader' of the Hunters began to speak, taking large steps towards them
"Listen you're lucky we found you and not anyone else. We'll let you off, nobody gets hurt, if you turn around and let us put you back in your cells...or assign you a cell given the new faces"
Bodie spoke for the group, he refused, they had gotten so far they wouldn't dare turn around that easily. The Hunters laughed, the leader went to speak, but they suddenly stopped as they spotted somebody in the group that seemed out of place
"*Bug*, well what a lovely surprise. What on earth are you doing wandering round with a bunch of escaped monsters hm?"
Bug stepped forward, their gaze seemed fixed on the floor as they passed the others, soon they stood just infront of the rest of them, face to work with their old colleagues. Bodie attempted to place a hand on their shoulder but Bug quickly shifted out of his grasp
"Ah, Edwin I was just...I, we.."
They fell silent for a second, their eyes slowly rising from the floor to the eyes of the Hunter at the front. As their eyes met an odd feeling overcame Bug and they spoke once more, louder, more confident this time
"I found them, trying to escape with the help of their...odd friend, I knew I couldn't take them in alone so brought em round here...knew somebody would be here"
They stepped forward once more, the eyes of their frien- their captures behind them burning into the back of their skull. They never meant to do this...but after the kind of creatures they'd seen in here...it's safer for them to be locked up in here rather than be out there where they could hurt innocent people.
The Hunter smiled at them, the group of half-bloods began to ask questions, to demand answers, to yell at Bug for what they were doing...but Bug didn't answer them, they didn't even acknowledge their cries. The group went to turn but more Hunters had appeared around them...they were trapped.
Suddenly it escalated, the Hunters quickly realised the group wouldn't go willingly just as the group realised their friend was a traitor. The Hunters made the first strike, Edwin strolled past Bug and went to apprehend Bodie, but he didn't let them take him...so Edwin attacked and ordered the others to do the same.
It quickly resulted in everyone being involved in the commotion, blood splattered the walls, the sound of claws digging into flesh and daggers piercing the skin. Bones snapping, metal clashing against scaled...the sound echoed in the hall. Soon there were...bodies on the floor, none dead yet, but a couple Hunters were knocked out and Timmy seemed to have had his ankles severely damaged in the scuffle. Bug rushed over to the trapped gator, unable to lfit himself from the floor. They stood over him...they never meant for it to get this far...they didn't think anyone would be hurt this badly...they just thought they'd be taken away, locked up. Yet they saw the damage to his legs...if they left him here, the Hunters would force him to fight on this stumps...he didn't deserve that. They lifted a foot...to put the poor soul out of his misery
But before they could do so they found themself om the floor having been thrown to the side by a larger figure. As they tried to figure out what had happened they felt a harsh hand grab their face, their head was tugged off the floor, their eyes were met by a familiar face.
"*Bug*"
Bodie...he was so angry, they'd never seen him like this, they knew his face yet...he seemed so different. The resentful look he gave them, the hatred in his eyes...it was painful so look at. Yet Bug could see the other feelings he had hidden beneath the rage...the hurt, the confusion, the betrayal...those hurt them more than the anger ever could. They were snapped back into the moment as they were violently shaken
"What is wrong with you! You had no idea where we were going, you had no idea who would be here, what was all that nonsense!"
Bug didn't answer they just stared at him
"I should have known, I should have understood that you Hunters never change! Was this your big plan? Or was this just a game to see how far you could get before running back to your little friends"
He shook them again...still they said nothing
"Answer me *Bug*!"
Marco suddenly appeared behind him, tapping his shoulder. The Hunters were all out or had retreated, but they'd soon be back. They had to go now, or else they'd never get out. Bodie didn't take his eyes of Bug even as Marco spoke...and Bug didn't move their gaze either.
Bodie hesitated...but he knew he had to get the other out of here...they were more important than this...thing. He let go of their face, their head fell and hit roughly against the floor. As blood began to stram from the back of their head Bodie stood, Timmy was over Roldens shoulder but apart from his ankles none of them seemed to have any major injuries. The group left the arena that day, they never looked back...and as they left Bug lay on the ground...they remained unable to believe what they had done.
They betrayed everyone, they left their colleagues to live with the boys...then betrayed the boys to return. Yet now they lay without anybody. Nobody to comfort them, nobody to hold their hand as they slowly bled out. They had fought to keep the boys locked away, to keep them from hurting anyone else...yet here Bug was...and the half-bloods walked free. They hadn't hurt them...not on purpose...they never killed them. They lay on the floor, they wouldn't survive and it was their fault...they had let these thoughts overcome them...even though they knew these people, they knew Bodie...they knew his family...they still doubted them. They saw them as killers when really...the killers were still in the building
With their last breaths Bug remembered their time with the half-bloods. They remembered how much they cared...and they thought about how quickly they turned on their family...just because it was what they were taught to do.
How fucking pathetic are they...
#i think i'm sick#which sucks#sorta like this writing lol#defo not my best work nor my most original#but hey ho#im bored leave me alone#gator boys#the bug army#bug army#obsidian lantern#mage bunkshelf#capital m audios#daysprite
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One thing I have noticed during my year and some on Tumblr, is no one really talks to each other. Interaction seems to be a thing which almost has to be earned through content creation. Or be prompted through ask games.
I mean, if anyone ever wants to ask me things about my art/fics I'd obviously love nothing more. But I'm mostly on this hellsite to meet people to talk weird with about the things I love. You want to start a natter with me about something, just hop into the comments and start chatting, I'll chat back. Or pop me a pm. It can be about a picture of a tree for all I care. You don't have to be fandom famous, you could never have posted a thing in your life. I don't care, that's not what I'm here for. I'm just here to make friends.
#Windswept rambles#I think I may be doing tumblr wrong#😅#But hey ho#I've met some amazing people#So I must be doing something right
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mclaren you think you're so funny huh?
#brazilian gp 2023#FP1#lando norris#oscar piastri#mclaren#just one lap on not hard tyres would've been nice#but hey ho
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SOMEONE TALK TO ME ABOUT LUKADRIEN
I WANNA SCREAM FROM THE TOP OF A MOUNTAIN ABOUT LUKADRIEN
I WANNA TALK ABOUT HOW CUTE AND FLUFFY
I wanna talk about how they're perfect for each other and they're so fucking cute and they are the true yin and Yang and they deserve THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD AND TO BE CANON
I WANT SAMG/THOMAS/WHOMEVER TO GIVE ME LUKADRIEN COZ FORGET ABT MARINETTE
but not actually coz I love marinette. I love adorable little marinette, but she's just not ready for a relationship
a relationship wouldn't be good for her at this stage, coz she has SO much on her plate and so many responsibilities and a relationship is just not what she deserves rn
what she deserves is a good fucking friend group
a good circle of her girls who have her back and actually FUCKING BELIEVE HER OVER LIARS and she deserves their support and them to have her back
I'm sick of the pressure she feels to get a boyfriend and the pressure that her friends and classmates put on her to get a boyfriend
GIRL NEEDS TO FOCUS ON HERSELF !! PLEASE !!
I just want a show that has the main character to have a supporting circle of friends and to be able to rely on them, a group of crime fighting girls (magical girl anime) with these two dumb boys (Luka and Adrien) in the background being all gay for each other and just not relevant for the plot but just there coz we don't get enough gay representation
and coz they all have miraculouses (miraculi?) now !!! marinette trusts her girls with her identity!! and they're just so happy and silly !! and they have her back !! and she just focuses on herself rather than a boy and there's no boy problems coz I just want an MC girl that doesn't feel pressure to get a bf !!
WHY CAN'T I HAVE A SHOW WHERE IT'S A GROUP OF GIRLS FIGHTING CRIME TOGETHER WITH NO BOY PROBLEMS AND THERE'S BOYS KISSING AS THE SUBPLOT !?
WHY CAN'T WE STOP THIS PROPAGANDA THAT A NORMAL GIRL HAS BOY PROBLEMS
WHY CAN'T SHE JUST HAVE HER GIRLS WHO HAVE HER BACK AND ARE GAY FOR HER (but not actually)
and then !! maybe, in the future, when she's got her life on track and her girls are just fighting crime with her and they're all happy and healthy (coz really, how long can u drag on this chaos ??) maybe then !! adrien realises he likes her too and she realises she actually likes luka too AND THEN !! POLY LUKADRIENETTE !?
why can't lukadrienette be endgame ??? they're literally perfect. the perfect balance.
#did any of that even make sense?#I'm tired#but lukadrienette!!#coralbabbles#idk how this started with gay then feminism then polyamorous#but hey ho#mlb#miraculous ladybug#lukadrien#lukadrinette
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I've just seen someone on tiktok claiming Fauxbert to be their favourite character on Emmerdale.
My brain cannot compute that idea, like...
What?
How?
Why?
That character has conveyed nothing other than awkwardness and discomfort to myself as a viewer.
I know everyone is different and I appreciate everyone is entitled to their own opinion but how can your brain witness the train crash that is Fauxbert and come to the conclusion he is the best thing on the show?
Honestly, some people's minds just baffle me.
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Forgiveness.
this is a part of a one word prompt series i have on ao3. i may post the other ones here too!! - character: BUCKY BARNESxREADER warnings: none prompt: forgiveness. word count: 455
I am absolutely gonna beat the shit out of you.” Bucky said in a stern, but playful voice. The two of you were currently playing your 7th round of Mario Kart, 1 was won by Bucky. The other 5, soon to be 6, were won by you and you absolutely bragged about it. It was only fair.
You both weren’t good at playing video games, they obviously didn’t have such technology in the 1940s. When you were younger, you’d entertain yourself with reading in the day and partying in the night. You wouldn’t play Mario Kart, which is very unfortunate because you’d absolutely win every bar bet about the game, but you weren’t complaining. It was fun beating your boyfriend at something, for once.
”It’s not my fault that I’m better than you, sergeant.” You teased, you could almost feel him scowling.
You crossed the finish line, feeling victorious. You cheered in celebration as Bucky glared at the screen, biting the inside of his cheek.
“I won, again! I was going easy on you that time, gotta up your game, babe—“ Yelping, you were shoved down into the couch underneath you and attacked… with tickles. You gasped for air and started laughing uncontrollably, attempting to push his hands off of you. “H-hey!… S…Stop!!” You shouted, in between giggles.
”Apologise for being a little, bragging idiot then.” He stopped and stared at you. Breathing heavily, you looked him in the eye with a straight face.
”You want me to apologise?”
”Yes.”
”Fine. I’m sorry…” He got off of you, still staring. You sat up, your head cast down to hide the mischievous look on your face. “For being better than you.” In one swift motion, you jumped up and ran, hearing his footsteps behind you.
”I’m gonna get you, you know I will.” If this wasn’t about Mario Kart, you’d be terrified for your life. You were terrified, but not for your life, but for your breathing privileges… so yes, you were terrified for your life.
You legged it into your shared bedroom and hid behind the curtains. It was a stupid hiding spot which was made clear when your back landed on your bed and James went straight back to tickling you. You flailed about and went off on a laughing spree.
”Okay— O..kay!! I’m sorry!!!” You laughed pushing him off of you and onto his back. You sat on his chest and stared down at him, expectant. “Do you forgive me?”
”I don’t know… I’ll have to think about it.” He said, smirking with his eyes closed. You chuckled and got off of him, laying next to him.
”Take your time with it, I’ll be waiting for your forgiveness.”
”Oh, you’ll be waiting alright.
#ao3 fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#bucky fanfic#bucky fic#bucky x reader#bucky barns x you#bucky barnes#bucky barnes cant play mario kart#tumblr is so difficult to figure out I literally had an aneurism trying to put a gif on here#dont know if it looks good#but hey ho#fluff#mcu fluff#play fighting#established relationship
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lmao f1 twitter is so funny to me bc people will use these words like LANDO AND MAX COLLIDED!!! LANDO AND MAX CRASHED!!! and i go to the video and it was what i would call a slight bump 😭😭😭 like i know the wheel fell off and everything but like i was totally expecting worse with those words 🪼
nothing will be baku 2018😭
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I watched Charlie's Monster Prom stream archive and made this
I'm not sorry
(context: Grizzly said that Condi and Charlie could share him. This was like barely twenty minutes into the vod)
#couldn't find the right font which was devastating#but hey ho#slimecicle#charlie slimecicle#inspired by the wonderful @enby-ralsei#jrwi#may as well tag it there#don't mind that it's off centre it's killing me too dw
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Daniel Ricciardo's Full Interview with Dax Shepard
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small win and positive influence today: wanted to buy something online today + ordered direct from the company rather than through amazon (which was what my brain auto-piloted too), wheeeee
#hj#thinking about it I probably could've got it from the supermarket earlier#but hey ho#a win is a win
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#corinthiel#Is this a Bronte novel I see before me#corinthian x daniel#They are inescapably wuthered#The Corinthiel heights connection#daniel hall#the corinthian#Once again working between different screens is wreaking havoc on my colour work#But hey ho#It adds to the illustrated novel cover vibe#That's the last of 2023s pen and inks coloured#my artwork#My pen and ink scribbles#My digital art#Learning as I go
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