#I am a nervous wreck

[luckyrabbit1927]

-drops this and runs-

The first chapter of my Invader Zim fanfic is now up! I hope you enjoy, and please look forward to chapter 2 next Wednesday! 

[lucy-hp]

I´m freaking out.

I have 10 days to prepare my mind.

I have been selected to potentially ask one question at each panel during the jib fanmeet.

I really hope I'll get to ask my question to ForceBook. I'm curious about their opinion. I won't say what it is before the event

[sourw0lfs]

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Word Count: 1k Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Steve Harrington Has Nightmares, Domestic Fluff, kind of, This is actually not a fluff piece, Angst, I cried writing this Summary: Steve falls asleep in Eddie’s arms.

Steve wakes up alone.

[patchesjam]

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

[igasbagels]

Fully anticipating talking to my therapist about this match bc it’s destroying my mental health atm 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

[melonsharks]

more parent trap au but its 198X and u are just getting to know the love of ur life

[thedeadthree]

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 ➸ irulanne . the rook .

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[small-small-slime]

Did a few little drawings of @coulsart's OC Pierrot/Jacques!!!

[gremlinwithakeyboard]

brain is going on another wild ride tonight and I want off please

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Chapter 110 is 13 pages long welcome to hell!!! so in a lot of ways this is just more fuel for a theory that I've had for a few weeks now, that's only gotten stronger with each recent season 5 episode, which is that the last episode of the season is gonna end on 110, and that Asagiri/Harukawa and Bones have been collaborating to make this happen, specifically because it's a major turning point that would be the only good place to end the season on.

When we started getting especially long chapters again (like from 25-35ish pages, with the exception of 107.5, the last two being some of the longest we've ever had), at first I just assumed that Asagiri/Harukawa got freed up from some other obligations they'd been having to cause the extremely short/half chapters, like promotional stuff for the anime/Beast movie, or working on light novels. But then 109 happened, with the "supposed" death of Dazai, and heavy emphasis at the end on how literally everyone is at their lowest point right now, and I got to thinking. 11 episodes is a strangely specific number for an anime season -- why not 12, or 13, or even 10, like you'd usually see? Why have we gotten suddenly gotten two 35 page chapters out of nowhere, that's almost unheard of at this point? They're both beautiful chapters, don't get me wrong (as always), and maybe A/H simply just didn't want to cut them in halves because they felt like the full emotional impact wouldn't hit/that there were no good cutoff points in them, but you can't deny that it's surprising, after all the shorter chapters we've been getting. Why has the anime been going at such insanely breakneck pacing for the most part ever since around the Sunday Tragedy chapters, even more so than it has in the past? So much so that it feels dangerously close to overtaking the manga?

Well, maybe, just maybe, it's because..... Asagiri decided a long time ago that whatever happens in 110 is the only point that feels "season finale"-worthy enough, in an arc that still isn't anywhere close to being completely wrapped up, and so both the manga and the anime have been specifically coordinated to reach that part within 2 and a half weeks of each other?

I've seen a lot of people now think season 5 will end with 109, and as much as my sadistic side would find that hilarious, I honestly don't think they'd do that and realistically don't want it to happen; it'd be so cruel to cliffhanger the anime for years like that, and just doesn't feel like a season cliffhanger BSD would do, a series that is ultimately hopeful and uplifting. Seasons 2 and 3 had a positive, conclusive ending; the only reasons seasons 1 and 4 didn't was because they're technically not really full seasons of their own, and are more like the first cour of another "season" that also came out that same year (seasons 1 and 2 both aired in 2016, so they're more like one big season, and seasons 4 and 5 have both aired this year, so they're also more like one big season, again taking into account how episodes 12 and 50 are not satisfying finales like episodes 24, 37, and hypothetically, 61, are). I really can't see season 5 ending with Dazai and Fukuzawa's supposed deaths, Sigma being unconscious and maybe close to death, Atsushi being vulnerable and limbless again, everyone we love still vampires, and the entire world being basically doomed; that's just too depressing and not like BSD at all. However, having said that, if it doesn't end there, there really isn't any good place to end the season before that, either, that feels in any way satisfying or like a finale at all. And so, to me, that only leaves after 109: chapter 110.

I think things are really gonna turn around next chapter. Like I said, everyone is at their lowest point right now, it cannot possibly get any worse, the framing of Dazai, Fukuzawa, and sskk at the end of 109 is telling us that; this is the time for the heroes to finally start winning again, with Aya being so close to pulling out the sword, and for all the thematic reasons other people have talked about to death that I don't need to go into here again. This upcoming chapter being so short again makes a part of me wary of 110 being "the one", so to speak, I won't lie, but at the same time, it's very possible that it needs to be that short because that's all the final episode of the season will be able to reasonably fit in, since it's already gonna be VERY close if they do make it all the way to 109. And at the end of the day, I don't doubt at all that Asagiri and Harukawa can make these the most monumental and game-changing mere 13 pages ever if they wanted to; a chapter does not at all need to be extremely long in order to be an important and impactful one, even if short ones we've gotten in the past haven't felt the most important.

An additional thought I've had, though this is much more crack territory than all this already is, is that since we know from Anime Expo that a Stormbringer movie at some point is highly likely (judging from Asagiri's reaction when someone brought it up), it's possible that chapter 110 and thus the final episode will involve the long-anticipated return of Verlaine and/or Adam, or at least some other major reference to Stormbringer, that would naturally and smoothly lead into a Stormbringer movie to explain things to people who haven't read the novel. It would make a lot of sense, especially since the s4 OP has the Old World sign behind Chuuya, which might be a hint that this has been in the works ever since seasons 4/5 were first in planning with Asagiri. We also know that Dazai and Chuuya's voice actors apparently struggled to record their lines together this season, which probably relates to 101 and possibly 109, but it could be 110 too.... I could be very wrong, as I'm no expert on this kind of thing, but I kinda doubt they would bring Chuuya's actor in for just the vampire growls, and Asagiri placing heavy emphasis on Chuuya's importance this season in that one interview gives me the impression that he's talking about much more than just 101/109. But that's the least solid evidence I have, that's just mostly based on vibes I get.

So basically, I think a lot of factors -- the unusual episode count, how close the anime is to catching up to the manga with three whole episodes left, the seemingly arbitrary recent chapter lengths, and the climactic events of 109 -- can tell us that 110 might be a very, VERY big deal. Again, there's of course no way this arc is anywhere near close to being finished, with so much left to address and resolve, but since it is currently incomplete in the manga, unlike the previously adapted arcs, if the anime was going to adapt it at all, they'd have to find a place that feels satisfying enough to end this season, knowing there won't be more anime for a long time after this, and so I think they specifically planned for that, from both Bones' and A/H's sides. 10 episodes might not have been enough to reach that point, but 12 or 13 might have been too many it wouldn't have been if Bones actually decided to slow down and let the story breathe the way it needs to, but this post isn't meant to criticize the anime, so maybe 11 was just right. And maybe Asagiri and Harukawa specifically pushed to make recent chapters longer than usual, in order to make sure that the manga reached the story content in 110 the monthly release right before season 5 was to end.

Is this just copium? Absolutely. Am I going to look like an absolute clown in two days when this post ages like milk? Probably. But the evidence is There, so let me just enjoy my delusions until Sunday, okay 🥂🫡

[repressionmd]

hi.. wilson sickfic has been posted ... :) enjoy <3

[hajihiko]

SERIOUSLY impersonating a huge asshole around a bunch of strangers and as soon as shit hits the fan and there's danger, they're like oh shit Protective Leader Mode ON we're getting through this

[vintageshits]

THIS IS JUST TO SAY

That according to Goodreads, one year ago (may 15th) I MET MY BABYGIRL RODYA FOR THE FIRST TIME (I began reading Crime and Punishment), and since then, life has been nothing but brainrot.

and I just have to say that I had NEVER EVER before been in love with a fictional man, call it Mr. Darcy, call it Edward Cullen, call it whatever you want, so that’s why Raskolnikov’s my pookie, my babygirl, my everything 🙂‍↕️💖 and why, even if an unpopular opinion, I can’t stand seeing him with Sonya, idc if that’s an elemental part of the story 🙂‍↔️

That’s it, good night. Happy anniversary to me 🥳

[boycritter]

and im so sick of 17 wheres my fucking teenage dream if someone tells me one more time 'enjoy your youth' im gonna cry and i dont stick up for myself im anxious and nothing can help and i wish id done this before and i wish people liked me more all i did was try my best this the kind of thanks i get unrelentingly upset they say these are the golden years but i wish i could disappear ego crush is so severe g-d. its brutal out here. i feel like no one wants me and i hate the way im percieved and i only have two real friends and lately im a nervous wreck cause i love people i dont like and i hate every song i write and im not cool and im not smart AND I CANT EVEN PARALLEL PARK !!!

[phoenix-flamed]

One day, I am going to stop being so nervous and skittish and subject you guys to my Sleipnir.

He's just a sliver of Odin's aether given a corporeal form that has no real set appearance, but because he's an entity created by Odin's power, he has no actual personality either, or emotions, bodily functions, etc. It's all just mimicry of humans!

He's directly connected to Barnabas, in that he knows Barnabas's thoughts and feelings and is influenced by Barnabas's will and desires, but he himself is a blank slate and doesn't feel these things for himself, which is why he's earned the title of The Constant Knight, and always seems so cold and emotionless, and --

[weemssapphic]

Patrón (Songfic)

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption

Words: ~1.5k

ao3 link in title

‘Cause now you’re hittin’ up my phone and you’re lookin’ way too good

I’m bored of being alone and I know for sure you would

You hadn’t wanted to go to the staff Christmas party. Parties weren’t really your thing, and especially being the new normie teacher that year, knowing the events that had transpired at the end of the previous school year, many of your new colleagues still harbored a not-so-secret animosity towards you. Spending an entire evening cooped up in a room full of people who were hell-bent on avoiding you like the plague? No, thanks. You were content to settle into your quarters for the night with a bottle of wine and a good book when your phone began to ring, the screen reading Larissa Weems.

Curious as to what your boss would want of you, after all, classes had ended for the semester, you picked up.

“Principal Weems?”

“Please, Y/N, outside of school hours it’s perfectly fine to call me Larissa.” You could hear the smile in her voice and couldn’t hold back a smile of your own.

“Larissa,” you conceded. “Is something wrong?”

“You tell me. I heard from Coach Vlad that you won’t be attending the Christmas party tonight?”

“Uh, no,” you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth. “Parties aren’t really my thing. And it’s not like anyone wants me there anyway.”

There was a moment of silence, then Larissa’s voice came through much softer and quieter than before; “well I would love to have you there.”

Your ears perked up at that, heart fluttering hopefully. Larissa Weems wanted you at her Christmas party? You’d had a crush on the statuesque blonde since the moment you’d first laid eyes on her, but she was your boss - you hadn’t dared hope she harbored any feelings towards you other than a distant professional kindness. In fact, with how much everyone else seemed to hate you, it always surprised you when Larissa showed you any kindness at all.

“Are you still there?”

“Sorry, yes,” you managed to choke out, trying not to sound flustered. “I guess I could come.”

“Excellent,” you could hear her radiant smile through the phone. “It begins in an hour, try not to be late, darling.”

You hung up the phone, feeling exhilarated - then the anxiety hit, as you looked up and met your own eyes in the mirror across from your bed. Your hair was a disheveled mess, you looked like you hadn’t slept in days, and you were wearing old, baggy sweats. You had exactly an hour to go from this to at least semi-presentable.

You managed just in time, opting to slick back your hair, do some light makeup, and slip into a classic black dress that would have to make do for the occasion. It was just in time that you slipped down the corridor and towards the double doors of the main hall where the party had just gotten started.

After 1,2,3,4 shots of Patrón, you could be my baby

Heads turned when you slipped inside the main hall, and not in a good way. The other teachers mostly avoided your gaze, some nodded at you politely, one or two forced a strained smile your way. Great. This is exactly why you didn’t want to come. You were going to need alcohol to get through this night, and lots of it. A quick sweep of the room confirmed that Larissa was nowhere to be seen yet, so you made a beeline for the open bar that had been organized for the event and ordered a shot of tequila, then another one. The bartender raised an eyebrow at you but obliged, a slight smirk on his lips.

You turned from the bar to admire the room - you had to admit, Larissa had outdone herself. It was as if Santa had vomited over the main hall - there were Christmas lights strung along every pillar, every surface covered in wreaths and decorations. Christmas music played softly over the speakers. Even the catering was Christmas themed. It was almost cozy, save for the hostile atmosphere. 

A flash of blonde in the corner of the room caused you to whip your head around. There she was, beautiful as ever. Her silvery dress was encrusted with jewels at one hip, red as the lipstick on her lips. Her hair was in its usual updo, she wore white gloves with red and green embroidery. Festive, you thought with a smirk. Your eyes raked up her bare calves, over her hips, her chest, finally her face. She turned and made eye contact with you, a bright smile tugging at the corners of her lips, and made her way towards you, hips swaying deliciously.

Like the Christmas lights you’re turnin’ me on, spin me ‘round and play me

“You made it,” Larissa sounded breathless, placing a gloved hand onto your shoulder. Your skin burned at the contact and your face turned red - you couldn’t tell if it was from attraction or the tequila. Your blush wasn’t lost on her. Her smile only widened and she leaned in to you. The scent of her perfume overwhelmed you, floral and clean. Your eyes fluttered closed involuntarily, a heat spreading between your legs. You clamped your thighs together as you felt Larissa’s thumb brush against your cheek.

“Are you alright, darling?” Your eyes snapped open to see Larissa smirking down at you - she knew exactly the effect she was having on you. “What are you drinking?”

“Uh, tequila,” you muttered, trying to compose yourself. She quirked her eyebrow, amused at your choice of drink, turning to the bartender, “two shots of tequila, please.” It was your turn to be amused.

“Cheers, darling,” you clinked your shot glasses together and she downed hers in an instant, her cerulean eyes meeting yours again.

Tequila burned in your throat, warming your insides, doing nothing to assuage the hammering of your heart in your chest as Larissa’s eyes landed upon your lips, her own lips parting as the tension between you two became palpable.

“Dance with me?” you hoped you sounded hot and sultry, not desperate and drunk. To her credit, if you did sound desperate and drunk, Larissa ignored it, taking your hand and leading you to the middle of the room. You could hear some whispers carry above the music as you passed; if you had cared to look around you would have seen the gazes of your colleagues, some confused, some rather murderous.  “Do not pay them any attention, darling,” Larissa’s warm breath ghosted over the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. She had to bend her neck down to reach your cheek and placed a chaste kiss there. “I will deal with them in the morning.”

You leaned in, laying your cheek on Larissa’s chest and wrapping your arms around her neck, allowing her hands to rest on your hips and swaying with her to the music, acutely aware of how her fingers crept closer and closer to the small of your back, how her thumbs ran smooth, rather comforting circles around the area around your waist.

Now I’m feelin’ a little bit tipsy, I wish you would kiss me all night long

Right under the mistletoe, so what are you waiting for?

Your heart was pounding in your chest, you were sure Larissa could hear it. You noticed as you were dancing how close you were getting to the mistletoe at one side of the room, surely she had noticed as well. 

Panic was setting in. Hours before, you had been so sure you were in for a quiet evening. Your crush on Larissa Weems had been just that - a silly little crush on your boss, who definitely did not like you back. And now? Now you were wrapped in Larissa’s arms, the mistletoe coming closer and closer, so tipsy that you weren’t sure if you were imaging the way that Larissa was looking at you with bedroom eyes, or if this was all one great big practical joke. 

The two of you stopped under the mistletoe. You looked up, cheeks flushed, breathing shallow. Your eyes met Larissa’s. Her pupils were blown, her face otherwise unreadable.

��Well,” you were breathless, your voice barely audible over the music. “What are you waiting for?”

Bright red lips crashed hungrily into yours, devouring you. At once, her tongue begged for entry into your mouth as she asserted her dominance. You moaned into her mouth, which only spurred her on as her hands came to cup your cheeks in her palms.

Suddenly you turn around and we’re standin’ face to face

Santa, can I unwrap one gift and take her to my place?

You pulled away, reluctant, breathing ragged. “Larissa?” Your core was heating up with desire.

“Yes?” her lips were swollen, lipstick smeared, her own desire written plain as day on her face.

“Get me out of here.”