#GOT POSSESSED FOR A SECOND THERE

[fictionalsownme]

suit boys❕❕❕

big thanks to the server for helping pick these boys to draw,, I have requests sitting but this was just supposed to be a warm-up sketch that kept going 😩 I had fun with this but it took forever because I've been chipping away at it when I have free time!! also I'm grieving the fact that I have a crush on actor mark now!!! /j you can blame the server for that one too (you know who you are 👀) so maybe you'll see some actor art or something soon if I GAIN A LIFE OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL ANYTIME SOON 💞 anyway miss you guys thanks for all the love on the blog hehehe!

[tyrannosarahsrex8]

Welcome to the “whoops! I accidentally started got manipulated into starting the apocalypse!” Club. Members being Jonathan Sims and Mable Pines. They’re both ✨traumatised✨

Bonus comic

[nicecrumbart]

I like the way you draw Scott, may I beg you to draw happy empires season one flower husbands?

…i don’t know how to tell you this but this (what was meant to be a 30 min doodle) got INCREDIBLY away from me i don’t even know how this happened 😭

they are having a picnic :D

[royaltea000]

he could not control the class 😔

[effervescentwolf]

of things unknown <- ao3 link (with part 2 which I deleted here on accident…)

“I would know, right?” Buck asks Hen where they’re tucked together on the couch, on a slow day so silence has fallen over them, soft and comfortable. Hen is halfway to a nap, if Buck had to guess, and Buck is not. He can’t stop thinking, is the thing. He can’t stop replaying a conversation in his head that feels too private to say out loud. It felt too private to hear, even if it was meant for him. “If I was in love with Eddie,” he says, tapping his foot, fiddling with his phone, unlocking and locking, over and over.

The silence stretches. He doesn’t dare glance over, scared of what he’ll see. He knows Hen won’t lie to him. He knows he can trust her, but he’s terrified. He’s more terrified than he’s ever been in his life.

“Buck,” is all she says, and he can hear it all in her voice.

“I would know,” Buck insists, leaning his head back on the couch, trying to swallow down the lump in his throat. “I would know if I’m in love with him.” He can’t breathe, not really. “I would’ve known.”

He knows she notes the tense change. “Have you talked to him?” she says, and Buck is so grateful for her, so glad that someone’s listening to him, that someone knows him enough to know where this is coming from.

“Yes,” he says, and he thinks of saying the words out loud.

“What did he say?” Hen asks, and the bubble of two expands to three.

“He said he was in love with me,” Buck says, easily, looking at the ceiling. He still can’t bear to look over. “He said he’s been in love with me for a long time.”

And he said it like a goodbye. Like it was okay to say because he was saying goodbye. That’s the part Buck can’t say out loud. It wasn’t any different than before, the phone call. They skipped hellos like they always do, talked easy, back and forth, and Eddie hadn’t said it any different than he said anything else. Said, “I think I’m going to be here for a while,” and Buck’s heart constricted, and then in the same breath, “and I think I’m in love with you. Think I have been for a while,” and it felt more like Buck was going to die. Like everything changed in one moment, and then as if nothing had happened, Eddie added on, voice wavering just once, “I tried that new recipe you sent me.”

Buck hadn’t even been able to touch it. “Did you like it?” he asked, barely breathing. And, “A while?” about coming back.

“Chris said it tasted like home,” Eddie said, quiet and warm, and quieter, “Years, I think.” Buck hadn’t known which one he was talking about, past or future, and he had been too scared to ask.

“Don’t wait for me,” Eddie said, firm and a little wistful, and Buck hadn’t responded so they kept talking about little nothings until Buck watched his phone go dark and sat on his couch staring into nothing until he thought he could stand up without his knees giving out from under him.

“Oh, Buck,” Hen says, and Buck loves her but he can’t bear to hear it.

His chest hurts so badly he has to put his hand to it, has to press. “I would’ve known,” he repeats, because he would’ve. How could he have missed something like that when he had Eddie? How could he be too late? He can’t be. He isn’t.

Years, Eddie said. Eddie had maybe been in love with him for years, and Buck didn’t know, and he didn’t realize he—he didn’t know he—

“I would’ve known if Eddie loved me,” he says, voice cracking, and that’s the heart of it. He would’ve known because he knows Eddie, because he worked hard on knowing him, everything about him, and if he had known, he would’ve loved him too because that’s what Eddie would have deserved and because it would’ve been easy loving Eddie back and because he would’ve been in love with Eddie too, if Eddie were in love with him. “How could I not know?”

He’s crying, he realizes through shaky breaths, and Hen wraps her arms around him. Buck slumps into her, puts his damp eyes on her shoulder, admits, here in a safe place, “He told me not to wait.”

“Sounds like he’s looking out for you,” Hen says, and Buck knows she’s right, but it’s the way she says it, sadly, like she knows it’s a goodbye too.

“I love him, Hen,” Buck says then because he couldn’t tell Eddie that on the phone, because he couldn’t torture them both. “I loved him.”

He would’ve given him everything, if only he had known, and it feels like that’s what Hen responds to when she murmurs, “I know.”

[tenshindon]

i still like him

[radiance1]

Just remembered about the Vortex's lil guy au and decided to write a lil about it.

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When the Justice League arrived to stop a newly risen villain's scheme, which involved taking holding an entire city hostage with the use of a machine that could control the weather, which also involved expanded after successfully taking over the city.

When they achieved victory, they did not expect a child to be powering the machine.

Shazam, surprisingly, was the first one to react. "Danny!?" He said as he flew over to the boy, gently picking him from the confines of the machine (after they it had been deactivated) and into his arms. "Danny...?" He said a moment later, unsure of himself as his voice wavered a bit.

He shook the boy a bit, not too hard though, so as not to do any accidental harm. Blearily, the boy blinked opened his eyes, staring up at Shazam's worried face. "Shazam?" He murmured, voice rough and scratchy, as if it wasn't used often.

Either this boy-Danny-didn't speak much beforehand, or he was trapped in that machine so long that his voice became like this from a long period of disuse.

Shazam seemed to have thought so as well, and by his expression, it seemed to be more of the later as he floated down beside the rest of the League.

Danny blinked slowly before looking around the area, eyes glancing over every member present, then his surroundings and then finally back to Shazam and, with a curious tilt of his head he simply asked. "Did I get possessed again?"

A wave of concern washed over the group at the way the boy so casually asked such a question. As if it happened often enough that he grew used to it and, if the 'again' was any indication, it might just be the case.

"No." Shazam shook his head, readjusting his hold on the boy as he started to try and wiggle himself out of his arms. "Are you okay?"

"Yep." Said Danny, not even taking a moment to consider the question. As if he didn't just come out of a machine that feed upon his powers for who knew how long. Shazam's eyes narrowed in a glare that could almost give the Bat's a run for his money.

"Danny." The Champion of Magic chided, and the boy's eyes glazed over for a moment as Shazam simply readjusted his hold again. A moment later the boy blinked, a small purse to his lips and the vaguest amounts of concern slipping onto his face. "Oh," The boy said, no longer trying to wiggle himself from Shazam's hold. "My magic is acting weird, that's not good."

"Well yea since you, you know, had your powers drained and all?" Green Lantern said, the end of his question dipping into a question as the boy turned his head in his direction with too empty eyes that, for some reason, unsettled him.

"Who're you?" He asked with passing interest.

Whatever unsettlement Green Latern felt, it was immediately replaced with the vaguest amount of offence as the boy's words somehow wounded his ego more than such a simple question should have once it registered.

Who then immediately proceeded to ignore him.

The boy then blinked again, turning to Batman and giving the man a small wave. "Hello again, Batman." The Dark Knight simply grunted in his direction and nodded. Then pointed to each and every member present and slowly called out their names.

"Wonder Woman, Superman, Martian Manhunter, " Both of the aliens names were whispered with an underlying awe. "The Flash and Aquaman." His finger than landed on Green Lantern, and the boy furrowed his brows. "So who're you?"

"How do you know spooky but not me?!" Green Lantern ignored the Bat's glare in his direction at the use of the nickname, wounded pride and genuine bafflement allowing him to do such a thing.

"We met before." Danny state simply, as if that was the answer to all questions. "You?" He asked again.

This could not get worse. Green Lantern thought.

It could get worse. Green Lantern realized a few moments later after trying-and failing-to get the boy to recognize him as the members present were snickering at his plight.

Even Wonder Woman was trying to hold down a smile.

His eyes accidentally wandered in Batman's direction to see his reaction and he let out a quiet sigh of relief to see the man unmoved with only the slightest amount of disappointment that he didn't crack. Though it was wildly overshadowed by his ego being salvaged-

Batman's lips quirked up into a smirk before falling so fast that he had trouble believing if it was even there in the first place.

Green Lantern's jaw dropped as he stared at the Bat incredulously, who simply stared back. Unmoved, like a stone. As if he didn't just smile at him.

[backpackingspace]

Odysseus with his head in his wife's lap, happily not paying attention to anything, humming one of athenas song and carving something

Some random guy: your majesty----

Odysseus: not bothering to sit up: whatever my wife decided is fine.

[cinderduck]

Ready for some serious blessings! 😊

Loud warning

[musicalmoritz]

Parallels <3

[i-think-2-loud]

possessive jean and obsessed jeremy: a collection of thoughts (based on this post)

-it’s another athlete’s jersey that jeremy had thrown on in his rush. jean can’t stand the sight of it and shoves his away jersey at jeremy. jeremy is giggling and blushing so hard at jean’s jealousy. he goes to rhemann and tells him jean’s away jersey got lost and the coach needs to order a new one…while wearing said missing away jersey. rhemann is too sick of his shit to ask.

-jeremy shows up to the apartment at some point weeks later in the jersey (he wears it to sleep every night) and jean is like “?? did you take that from my locker?” and jeremy goes “no, yours is where it should be! this one is mine :3”

-jean starts collecting things with his number (merch from the campus store, USC water bottle, his old varsity jacket when coach replaces them all for the semester, patches for his backpack) and replacing jeremy’s things with them until jeremy is wearing/using at least one thing with jean’s number at all times.

-jeremy knows what jean is doing and absolutely loves the way he’s being claimed. he takes it a step further and makes it permanent. he gets jean’s number tattooed. not on his ankle or something, no. a tramp stamp. completely unimportant location obviously. not at all because he was fantasizing about jean getting to look down at his own number on jeremy while he’s railing him. not at all because he was fantasizing about jean’s hand over that number while he pushes jeremy down into the mattress. not at all because he was fantasizing about jean trailing kisses over that tattoo before eating him out.

-he very obnoxiously obviously bends over in front of jean in the locker room after morning practice so jean sees. shirt riding up way higher than gravity would warrant while he “looks for the contact he dropped.”jean says “out.” firmly enough not a single person dares to ignore him. they’re still there by the time everyone gets to the stadium for evening practice. every one of jeremy’s fantasies became reality that night.

[userirvingb]

David Tennant, Michael Sheen & The Good Omens 2 Cast Answer Your Questions

[maybebitterxox]

The pitch for Buffy The Vampire Slayer was probably just “What if there was a girl who could kill vampires. And she can Never Catch A Fucking Break”

[fellowvin]

because eddie has a silver star

[thisweeksobsessionis]

Mike going

“We’re friends. We’re Friends”

is the equivalent of

“I’m fine. I’m fine”

one “i’m fine,” I believe you.

Two “i’m Fine’”s is suspicious and you Monsieur are defiantly not fine. Im making the hot chocolate as we speak.

[hyohaehyuk]

Sam talks about Jacob being 'an exceptional person' and answers what would have happened if Dale interviewed Lestat and whether or not Dale and Louis would be "friends" in The Emsolation Podcast Extras!

Note: Unf this is not the complete video where he answears that question(s). I had to edit it with a few excerpts i found so it might not make much sense. if someone put the whole segment of this question(s) i will edit this with that video

Source: The Emsolation Podcast - Sam Reid talks the FINAL season of The Newsreader, urvampiregirls, loustatsoup, comeappraiseme and pixielayer

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Him saying that he can't imagine Louis giving two f*cks about Dale 😞 Well the fanfics says otherwise 🙃 i am really surprised they didn't told im about the Louis x Dale fanfics on AO3 🤣

i cant find the tweet now but i swear that i saw someone one twitter saying that Michael Lucas and the lady in the video talked about it a few weeks ago in one of The Emsolation podcast eps.

Anyway, it's funny that Lestat possessed him both times: one (where Sam clearly was able to control him) where he was totally down to the idea of f*cking Dale and in the other where he cant stand the idea of Louis f*cking Dale (Lestat you fake poly. A cheater is what you are) I didn't believed 100% in the Lestat possession allegations until i watch this 🤯