#I drew SpongeBob all day (:

[mr-wormy]

[poorlydrawnandroids]

Little do they both know, it can all be solved with a little saliva... which they don’t have. So they’re still screwed.

This is my absolute favorite episode of SpongeBob. The meme potential is just... peak. Anyway, Happy New Year’s Eve! Hope you guys are staying safe, healthy, and warm. <3

[smolmakerel]

"Do you sit down in the shower, Tara?"

Tara blinked in surprised before narrowing her eyes. "What?"

Her new therapist, Abby Turner, was staring at her with a relaxed expression of genuine curiosity. She didn't really look the part of a therapist, sitting there in a yellow cardigan that matched the socks with SpongeBob on them. If anything, she looked a lot like a teacher Tara had in second grade minus the thick rimmed glasses.

"Do you sit down whenever you take a shower?" Abby asked again, shifting to cross her legs. She drew her fingernail over the metal clip of her clipboard.

Still, Tara was taken aback by such a question. She felt oddly seen through.

"Why?" Tara shot back instead.

Abby laughed softly. "There's no need to be defensive. I was going over our notes from last time and thought about what you said."

What she said? What did Tara say, exactly?

"I don't remember saying anything bad," mumbled Tara.

"No, nothing bad. I'm sorry if I made you panic."

At that, Tara hardened her gaze and looked away. Leave it to the therapist to know when her thoughts were spiraling out of control. God, Tara only had 7 sessions with her, and Abby thought she knew everything about Tara.

"It's ok if you do," Abby went on to say. Tara's face soured, and Abby unfortunately caught that. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Another one?" Tara tried to joke, but Abby saw through her facade. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to play 20 questions."

She chuckled awkwardly. "Why do you sit down in the shower?"

"Because... I uh..."

"Take your time."

Tara was at a loss for words. Why did she sit down in the shower? She never really noticed she did it until Abby sent her back with homework to figure out things she noticed about her dailey routine. Which included an hour long shower; Tara would be sitting in the tub allowing the hot water to hit her back. While she sat, tremors would rack her body and her irritation would rise.

"I get in the shower in the morning," Tara explained slowly, still processing her thoughts. "Before class so no one has to see me all... icky."

"And do you think there might be another reason for sitting down?" Abby inquired. "I only ask because of your water bottle comment."

Tara looked unsure at that. She brought her hands to her lap to fidget with her nails. The comfortable gray armchair she sat on never felt more uncomfortable under the watchful eye of her therapist.

"S-Sorry, but I don't remember talking about that."

"That's ok," her therapist assured her. "Last time, you talked about how you needed to clean your room. You have a lot of water bottles on your table and floor, clothes in your bed."

Recognition flashed in Tara's eyes. "Right. Sorry."

"Depression and anxiety after a traumatic event is completely normal, Tara. In fact, I would be surprised if you didn't have one of those with what you've been through."

Tara shrugged. "It's nothing. Other people have been through more than me; I'm just being selfish."

Selfish. She had always been selfish; even her own mother thought so, and she made sure to remind Tara anytime she was in town.

Abby wrote something down, nodding to herself as if all of Tara's issues were understandable now.

"I sit on the floor," Tara suddenly said in the uncomfortable silence. She didn't look at her therapist at all, ashamed. "I get so... tired sometimes. And it isn't because of the metal in my leg! It's me! I wake up tired, go through the day angry because of how tired I am, and go to sleep tired. But then I can't sleep and I just..." She huffed in frustration, nails dug into her palms. "I don't know what to do."

Abby leaned back in her chair and flipped her clipboard over on her lap. Her eyes watched Tara's face closely.

"Is there anything you have that could help you sleep?" Abby asked. "A stuffed animal, a nightlight...?"

Tara's mind immediately drifted to her older sister. Sam was strong enough to keep Tara's night terrors away, yet she's soft enough to wrap Tara in her arms and calm her down. No matter how much Tara yells and sobs in her sleep, no matter the bloody scratch marks on her arms, no matter how Tara dissociates to protect herself. Sam was always there.

"No," Tara claimed instead.

Abby cocked her head. "And your sister isn't willing to help you?"

Tara shook her head. "No, she is but... I don't want to bother her with my problems."

Abby flipped her clipboard back over and wrote something down. Tara wanted to chuck the damn thing out the window. She lowered the clipboard again.

"Based on what you've told me about your sister, she sounds like just the person you need at night," Abby pointed out with a soft smile. "I'm sure she'd be willing to help if you asked."

'But I can't!' The words burn acid on Tara's tongue.

"Ok."

Fuck.

[♡♡♡]

Tara raised her hand at Sam's door and drew it into a fist. It hovered in the air for a long few seconds.

Then she knocked.

The door opened not even a second later, and Sam was standing there rubbing her eyes.

"Tara?" Sam mumbled. She instantly woke up, eyes darting over Tara looking for some sort of injury. "Are you ok? What are you doing up right now?"

"Can... Can I sleep in here with you?" Tara asked and before Sam could respond, she was babbling. "I'm sorry if I woke you up with this. Fuck, I'm so stupid. This was a mistake, I didn't mean to wake you up with my stupid problems. I-I'll go back to my room. Sorry -"

"Tara."

Tara's breathing hitched when Sam gently cupped her face, and - Oh. That was actually kind of nice. She sank into the warmth of Sam's palms.

"Let's go to bed, ok?" Sam whispered.

Tara nodded, throat thick with emotion. "Ok."

It was about 20 minutes later when they were settled in Sam's bed. Tara was dozing off finally, face buried into Sam's chest as her arms wrapped around her.

She stirred slightly when Sam kissed the top of her head. Her fingers tucked a few strands of hair out of Tara's face.

"I love you, Tara," Sam muttered.

Tara, too exhausted to say anything, simply turned her head and kissed Sam on the palm. She settled back down and relaxed into a peaceful sleep.

[angel-of-death-2015]

OKOYE AND ATTUMA MADE UP IN HUGS. FISH MAN MAY AS WELL BE TREE MAN TOO.

Alex was so NICE and COOL to talk to! We our chemistry hit it off when I met him at his booth in my Okoye cosplay! Ya'll, his face lit up like a Christmas tree when he saw my cosplay and gave me the Wakandan salute and I gave him the Talokanil salute in return. I told him how so many fans admire him online and how because of him, the cast, and movie, so many black and brown fans came together through the representation. He looked so touched about it 🥺 But ya'll, he not only signed my fanart of Chibi M'Baku and Attuma chilling in a box as a meme redraw from Spongebob Squarepants' "The Idiot Box" episode, he saw the timelapse for it and even asked how I drew it because it amazed him that someone actually drew art of him in that style! He even noticed the chibis swapping clothes! Ya'll, I gave him a copy of the chibis for him to keep and he was so happy about it, HE LEAPED OUT OF HIS CHAIR AND GAVE ME A TIGHT BEAR HUG. WE ROCKED BACK AND FORTH A BIT AND JUST LAUGHED TOGETHER 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I met up with him again two hours later for this photo op and he gave me another bear hug AGAIN before we took the pic! He said it was up to me to do the pose and I said to do a hug and he was down with it 😭😭😭😭 Everyone with us were just all smiles and laughing together 🥺 He gave me ANOTHER HUG before I left out! And he was the guest judge for the cosplay contest for the night! If ya'll saw his face journeys of being impressed and surprised by the detail and effort cosplayers put into their costumes 🥺 And before we fully left for the night, he gave me a goodbye hug before I see him the next day 🥺🥺🥺🥺

This tall tree nerd is such a ray of sunshine! I would legit just talk with him on a deck and have a drink with him all night. That's how much of a cool person he is 🥺 And yes, his hands are HUGE. THEY LITERALLY COVERED MY ENTIRE HAND. AND THAT MAN IS PURE MUSCLE. HE MAY AS WELL BE A FIRM MATTRESS 😭😭😭😭 I hope Alex knows how well-loved he is and I wish so much more for him in his future! 🥺💖💕

[barblaz-arts]

Dude (said with no gender) "Who else would it be but you" from Wednesday makes my day cause just ahhhhh

How dare you my heart is so happy

Also how long have you been drawing for?

The reveal was actually supposed to be a lot more like the movie, where some kind of enemy captures Enid and Vega and reveals everything. Adult Wednesday and Adult Enid were gonna save them and that was how both Enids were supposed to meet. But that required choosing a villain, and giving a motivation, and I scrapped it. Too many things to do, not enough time... In the end I figured Wednesday wouldn't just let Enid go back to her timeline convinced that her future wouldn't be shared with Enid, and I'm glad I ended with that choice.

I've been drawing since I was around seven. Spongebob was one of the first characters I drew for multiple times, and I used to make Power Ranger comics. All of them were stick figures, and the only way to tell who's who was by the way I'd draw their helmets.

[heartz-for-hh]

Since I also write sp here are some NSFW and SFW headcannons of stan I'd you went with his family camping

(Not proofread so please tell me if there's any errors!)

BEFORE I HEAR THIS, HE IS AGED UP!!

Wrote a tad bit a lot of sfw headcannons lol

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SFW:

• his family was the one who told him to invite you

• his family has an annual camping trip

• During the car ride, he shares his earbuds with you as plays music

• "trust me you'll need it"

• idk how, but they trusted you 2 to be in a tent together

• when you guys are in the tent sleeping, he will at first be on the complete opposite side of the tent, and when you wake up, you'll find him all over you

• he knows the trail by heart because of the countless times he's gone

• whenever he wants to be alone with you, he tells his family you and him are going for a hike

• since he knows the forest, you guys just kinda wander around

• will pick flowers along the way without you realizing, and when he has enough, he give you a bouquet of them

• will take off the thorns of them first

• absolutely adores animals and will Pet any animals he sees on the way (would probably even if they had rabies lmao/J)

• will bring food along with him to give to animals he sees

• shows you his favorite parts of the forest

• sometimes you guys go behind tres/bushes when your nearby his family and kiss

• he most definitely wakes up SO late that by the time he comes out of his tent, his hair all messy, your already there talking w sharon

• meanwhile you make breakfast with his mom, he rests his chin ontop your shoulder, his hands wrapped around your waist

• his mom is so so so so nice with you

• "Stanley, I dont know how you are dating her!"

• most def would try to take out a small peice when you aren't looking

• "mhmm...smells good"

• you'd catch him every time, and at some point, you start slapping him with your spatula

• when you do he would look like that one SpongeBob meme

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NSFW:

• would whispers leude things into your ear nearby people leaving you wet

• would defo make you go in the back with him so that he could finger you whenever he was really bored

• the day you guys made it, at around 6pm when the sun was barely setting he told his family he was gonna show you around the forest

• the moment you guys were away from his family, he went to a disclosed area and railed you ontop a rock

• bro was most definitely hard the whole car ride, and the fact you had wore a short white skirt and a tight t-shirt did NOT help

• during the roadtrip, since it was a 8 hr drive, after he had his fun with you, you would get revenge and slip your hands into his pants

• obviously you kept egding him bc that's very nice of you

• tears were pricking at the corner of his eyes

• most definitely begged and whined into tour eyes to let him cum, after edging him for 15 minutes straight you finally letter him

• he bit his lip so hard when trying not to make noises, you swear he drew bloody from his lip

• in the tent he would mark you anywhere on your neck or collar bone

• nect morning his parents would be like "oh where did those marks come from?" And he would just smirk and ask "Yeah, where did those marks come from?"

• would most definitely fuck you once his parents fell asleep

• one time because they were still awake he was making you cock warm him

• "you can stay silent for me right?"

• Once he would come back from his hike with you (aka after railing you), your legs would be so sore that you could not even walk back so he would carry you back

Istg idk what I was on, I did this in 20 MINUTES😨

[manorpunk]

3️⃣

History only makes sense in retrospect. 

Take, for example, the decade-long period of the French Revolution, or the decades between World War I and World War II. A decade is like a blip to the casual historian, a mere moment, so short it was nearly one-dimensional, like a line separating the before from the after. Those who lived through it, however, must have spent years wondering each morning whether their current government and/or life would still exist by lunchtime, and even when the dust finally settles, that’s not really a feeling that one can easily forget. People can only draw neat, dispassionate little lines around such events when they no longer live in its shadow, and the shadow of the Polycrisis still loomed menacingly over the American League.

There were some who were eager to move on, who would say that progress is always disruptive - the old must be dismantled to make way for the new. Others would say that it was one thing to have a controlled demolition, and an entirely separate thing to wake up one day to find that your electricity and plumbing were no longer working, and the government was not going to help you because its existence was tenuous at best, and all of the sub-contracted third-party subsidiaries who actually did the work of repairing power grids refused to take responsibility with your piddly little suburb because they were too busy trying to keep the lights on in places that ‘actually mattered.’ 

The causes of the Polycrisis were many and varied, hence the name, but a certain pattern had emerged in retrospect - climate change caused natural disasters, natural disasters destroyed infrastructure, destroyed infrastructure caused economic collapse, economic collapse caused political collapse. Casual historians might note how that pattern echoed the fall of most empires going back to the fall of Rome. But it was never supposed to happen to America. The blessed antipodes were not supposed to be like everywhere else. They were supposed to be where the lights always stayed on. Always.

Well, sometimes.

As the US federal government shrank, retreated, and finally collapsed, new states sprang up soon after. New England, Tidewater, and the Free Imperial New York drew their lines along the east coast; Cascadia created itself and formed a personal union with the Californian Commonwealth on the west coast after the Jefferson Rebellion was put down; and the Texaplex Megapole asserted its authority over Texas and neighboring states promising protection against Norteño incursions. The Great Lakes Republic formed shortly and reluctantly afterwards, becoming a sprawling Germany-esque collection of mid-sized cities jockeying against one another.

The rest of America, its vast and abandoned plains, its hollowed-out mountains and sinking coasts, became ‘the manors,’ places where power had devolved down to the newest class of rural gentry: fast food franchisees, car dealerships, beverage distributors, and the like. They were small-business tyrants and petite-bourgeoise corporate middlemen who had spent their lives wishing for the government to hurry up and collapse already so that they could live out their fantasies of being petty kings, bandit chiefs, and lords of the manor (hence the name). They would not give up their fantasies without a bitter and bloody fight.

Also, Orlando had become the microstate of Disneystadt, the Founderist equivalent of Vatican City.

Also, the western side of Appalachia was now a khaganate.

Perhaps one day people would see it as something like the French Revolution or interwar period, as a goofy but brief period of liminal turmoil wedged between two separate worlds. Here is how some of her contemporaries saw it:

“They elected fucking Spongebob president,” said Cornelius Mammon, the pale and wraithlike governor of New England, seated at one end of a long semicircular table, lined with chairs along its curve, all facing a gigantic wall-mounted screen on the far end of the room. ‘Old money’ seemed inadequate to describe the austere and sunken appearance of Cornelius; he was more like undead money. 

On the one hand, New England was populous, urbanized, relatively geographically sensible, united by a distinct and storied culture, and had been poised to shrug off the Polycrisis and carry on as normal. On the other hand, Boston and Philadelphia.

“Here I thought things were going to get back to normal,” Cornelius continued hoarily, “and now she’s going to rename the White House to ‘the Fun Zone.’ This is why democracy was a mistake.”

“Normal?” Young Oldman, governor of the Tidewater region, scoffed. He had a calculated plain appearance, revealing little about himself. Even his skin was a beige ‘off-white’ color that made people guess whether he was biracial or Middle Eastern or just a white guy with a tan. Ruling over the former head of the imperial American government and its intelligence apparatus, Young had learned to play it so close to the vest you’d need a seam ripper to get any answers out of him. He always kept his mouth shut.

Well, sometimes.

“Would that Sunny were some unwelcome intrusion of oddness into an otherwise august body. Have you seen the other nut bars we’ve been packed in here with?” Young jabbed a thumb at his neighbor, Vinny Vidivici, mayor of Free Imperial New York, who looked like a clogged shower drain that had gained sentience and put on a suit.

“You folks ever been to New York? We exchange money for goods and services there. Greatest fuckin city in the world baby,” Vinny said.

Young nodded and silently daydreamed about hunting him for sport.

“Personally, I think Sunny is just some GLN cabalist with a voice modulator,” said Johann van Gekkehuis, the pasty, gravelly-voiced, flannel-wearing governor of the Great Lakes Republic, with a bushy copper beard and a receding hairline, “have you ever seen her and Harold in the same room?”

“Yes,” said Young. Just because he played it close to the vest didn’t mean he couldn’t mess with people, and Johann was easy to mess with.

Johann had made his bones as a podcaster and had a natural talent for disguising all manner of conspiracy theories and ostensibly playful bigotry as good old-fashioned hard-nosed socialism. But being a conspiracy theorist wasn’t fun anymore. There was no point. The globalist puppet-masters didn’t hide in shadowy backrooms. They had HR departments, they had newsletters, they sent spam emails demonstrating the ways they controlled and surveilled every moment of your life, and that was so much more demoralizing than keeping it secret.

Behind Johann paced a meticulously handsome black man in a crisp navy blue suit, his eyes hidden behind a large pair of shades. He nodded to himself as he walked and talked into his headset. He was Michael McCoy, governor of the Piedmont region. Piedmont, encompassing the eastern half of Georgia and the Carolinas, was one of the newer states, and its constituents had carried the extra burden of rebuilding and reorienting themselves after the race war. They finished what the Northerners had started and then abandoned, two hundred years ago almost exactly, Northerners who decided they would let millions of black people linger as third-class citizens rather than hang even a few openly seditious gentlemen. But not Michael McCoy. Enough with being respectable, enough with being nonviolent, enough with taking the high road. Michael McCoy wanted blood.

That was a lie - Michael McCoy was an agricultural manager who rose to prominence shortly after the bloodshed had ended thanks to a series of excellent ad campaigns and his public image as a squeaky-clean family man. He simply enjoyed a victory lap as much as the next guy. And maybe wanted a little blood.

“Listen,” Michael said into his headpiece, “I’m not saying we need the change to be permanent. I just want it to be called ‘N[redacted]land’ for like a couple hours, then it can go back to being Piedmont. We don’t even have to tell anyone else about it.”

(Certain words have been redacted in the interest of not saying them. If you wish to see racial slurs, they can be unlocked by submitting proof of relevant ancestry to your local department of reclamation).

He listened through his earpiece, then scowled. “Why? I’ll tell you why - because then Sunny would have to say it on camera, and that would be fucking hilarious. See? You laughed, you get it. You want to know what would happen. It’s - listen, just - yeah - no - if - alright, alright, fine,” he sighed, “no name change. It’s staying as Piedmont. Y’all pussies.”

The atmosphere of general grumbling was interrupted by a choir of air horns blaring the opening bars to the Star Spangled Banner. The massive screen at the far end of the room turned itself on, revealing a towering Sunny Roosevelt with a long red dress and a thin, fuming smile.

“Hi! Wow. I heard all of that,” she said.

Michael McCoy took off his headset and looked up. “Miss Roosevelt, I have an urgent request-“

“No. Let’s get a few things straight here-” Sunny began.

“No, let’s you get something straight,” Cornelius fumed, jabbing a bony finger at her and half-standing up, “you have no power over us. You’re a fucking mascot, and we are the directors of-”

“Michael, slap him,” Sunny said.

Michael turned, grinned, and dutifully slapped Cornelius across the face in one smooth unhesitating motion. Cornelius was stunned into silence, looking between the two of them, not sure who to fume at. Young bit back a smile. Sunny pounced on the momentary silence.

“Okay, thing one - people actually like mascots. They do not like a bunch of rich old ghouls who are three minutes away from eating each other alive. Thing two - I’m so much more than a mascot. I’m a widely-beloved celebrity with millions of psycho-sexually obsessed followers hanging on my every word. So, what do you think that means for the next person who pisses me off?”

Nobody said a word, but as they pondered the threat of a weaponized legion of John Hinckleys, there was the sound of several sphincters involuntarily clenching (for the curious, it sounded a little like jumping on a rubber mat).

“That’s what I thought. You see this?” Sunny pointed at her own face, “this is Angry Sunny. You get Angry Sunny because you weren’t niceys to me. If you are niceys to me, you get Happy Sunny, and you want Happy Sunny. Happy Sunny will get you re-elected. Angry Sunny will kill you. Am I understood?”

There was a nervous, shifting silence as the east coast branch of Neo-Congress began to digest their new situation, except for Michael, who was hoping he would get to slap someone again.

“Am I understood?” she barked.

There were guilty, mumbled agreements. That would have to do for now. Sunny snapped her fingers. Her red dress became shorter and frillier. A blue collar lined with white stars appeared on her shoulders. Even the lines of her face became softer and more youthful. Happy Sunny clasped her hands together and smiled radiantly.

“That’s great! I’m so glad we got that little whoopsie-doodle figured out, and I’m sure it won’t happen again. I’m looking forward to working with all of you towards our common goal of making America… well, extant again.” 

[pappydaddy]

surprised (n.w.)

a/n: wow, there are not a lot of tags for nancy! also, ngl, i am hoping you lovelies like this one bc i think i could have done a lot better so sorry if it's not the best!

tv show/movie: stranger things | pairing: nancy wheeler x fem!reader

requested by the lovely @echos-scomplink as part of my 900/1k follower celebration (thank you so much lovely!!) i hope you enjoy it💛!

synopsis: y/n's girlfriend and friends have been acting weird, she just can't figure out why

taglist:  @rottenstyx | @boxofsilentwords | @badass-yn | @Lexi-2004 | @i-always-come-back-xoxo | @rootbeerfaygo | @savagemickey03 | @spongebob-in-the-upsidedown | @eichenhouseproperty *line through your user means i could not tag you lovelies!

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  Her friends had been acting odd, which really wasn’t that surprising when she really thought about it since they were oddballs to start out. What really made her step back and be suspicious was her girlfriend starting to act odd. Nancy was usually very straight-forward, blunt, goal-oriented. She stressed the importance of communication in the relationship, was an open-book with her, and never-ever strayed far from her routine unless it involved two things: something very very dangerous and important or anything to do with her job as a journalist. 

  But, this wasn’t anything to do with her job as that’s usually breaking news coverage where a story breaks and she needs to start a deep dive of investigation (which earned her the name Nancy Drew with their friend group). But, Nancy isn’t running off to the archives, the library, or the office in the early hours of the morning and spending all day there right now so it couldn't be work. And, as far as Y/N knew, there wasn’t any type of Upside Down creature threatening the town right now so it couldn’t be that. 

  She was truly stumped and it was bugging her. Not because she was insecure in her relationship and thought Nancy was cheating. There would be definite signs of that. But because she didn’t know what was going on and she didn’t like that. Y/N is an incredibly perceptive person, a trait she often cursed especially in times like this where she overthinks everything. Because of her perceptiveness, she needed to know what was going on at all times and if she didn’t, she spiralled. 

  “Hey, what’s going on up there?” Y/N was pulled out of her thoughts by her friend, Robin. Robin stood in front of her as she sat at the cafe table - their mutually agreed upon meeting point. Y/N blinked, a little stunned by the sudden intrusion. 

  “Oh, um,” She hummed, gathering her purse as she stood up. “Nothing. Just thinking really.” Y/N shrugged it off. If there was something going on, her girlfriend was going through great lengths to hide it because it took Y/N this long to notice two months worth of odd behaviour. So, obviously, Nancy has either become incredibly lax in her secret keeping, or whatever it was, Nancy was getting ready to reveal it. 

  “I bet it’s about the new job you’re starting,” Robin theorised about what had her friend so distracted. “You’re nervous, a perfectly normal human reaction to this situation, but of course, it’s you so you’ve probably thought yourself into a tizzy meaning you were in the middle of an overthinking spiral.” She determined, talking a mile a minute as they started to walk towards a random location. 

  Y/N really wasn’t sure what Robin had planned for today, all she knew was that she had asked her to hang out for the day. Y/N had agreed, knowing that she and Robin were interested in the same things meaning whatever Robin had in mind, Y/N probably liked. “You know me so well,” Y/N shook her head. Technically, Robin did get the overthinking spiral part right. “And I thought Steve was joining us?” She asked, her brows furrowed at their missing friend. 

  Robin waved her off. “He suddenly had ‘plans’,” She put air quotes around the word ‘plans’ with an exaggerated eye roll. “Something about some party for some girl. You know how he is, any chance at getting a date.” 

  “I see.” Y/N hummed, narrowing her eyes at her best friend. While Robin might be an oddball, she was an oddball Y/N knew since freshman year. An oddball who knew Robin’s deepest, darkest secrets. An oddball who hid in isolation with her throughout high school in fear that someone would find out that they liked girls. So she knew Robin. Which means, she knows that she knows something she’s not telling her. 

  “But I am sure you will see him later, he’ll come running back to us with his tail between his legs when they all shoot him down.” Robin shrugged as Y/N followed her lead. 

  “I see.” Y/N hummed again, earning a look from Robin. The way her blue eyes flicked nervously confirmed it. Robin knew something that she was supposed to keep a secret - one of her biggest inabilities. It was only a matter of time before the secret came spilling from her friend’s chapped lips. 

  Robin cleared her throat, eyes darting to look in front of them before they widened. “You know what,” She asked suddenly, her hand shoving Y/N towards the building next to them. “I think we should go in here!” 

  “Robin, this is an event hall-” She was cut off by her friend, shoving her towards it again. “Ugh,” She groaned, stumbling away from Robin’s hands as they reached out to shove her again. “Fine, I am going! I am going!” She relented, walking up the concrete stairs to the hall, eying Robin suspiciously as she brushed past her to lead the way. 

  As her friend opened the door, she could hear the echoes of Nancy’s voice instructing people to keep quiet and warmth bloomed in her chest. A surprise. It wasn’t a secret per se, but a surprise. “Come, this way.” Robin waved to her to follow her. 

  Smiling to herself, Y/N decided to play along, not wanting her girlfriend or friends to know the surprise was spoiled. “What are we doing here, Robin? We didn’t book a room out.” She asked, sounding slightly stressed to try to sell the part. Silence filled the hall other than the soft creaks of the floorboards when the hidden friends shifted. 

  “I just wanna see something in this room-” Robin waved her off, walking into one of the event rooms, flicking on the lights. Once the light turned on, everyone jumped out, yelling “surprise”. Even though she was expecting it, Y/N jumped slightly, looking around the now lit room with all her friends and family there. 

  Nancy stood right in front of her, a cardboard party hat (that matched everyone else's) on her head and a wide smile on her face. A large banner was hung on the far wall spelling out a hand painted “congratulations” in Y/N’s favourite colour. “Congratulations on your big job! We’re so excited for you!” Nancy beamed, nearly tackling her girlfriend in a hug. 

  Instantly, Y/N wrapped her arms around her as well, stumbling back from the force of the hug as Robin clapped happily beside them - mostly proud of herself for keeping the secret and pulling off the plan. “You really didn’t have to do all of this, Nancy! This must have taken you months and a load of money!” She gushed, looking around the room in awe, taking in everything. All Y/N’s favourite party foods laid out perfectly, several different drinks (some homemade and some store bought) on another table, each decoration handmade or picked out with the keen eye of her girlfriend. 

  “Nonsense! This is a big deal, Y/N. You deserve to be fussed over,” Nancy playfully scolded her. Y/N nodded, knowing it appeared playful, but Nancy meant it. She had made it her personal mission when they first started going out to make sure Y/N knew that she deserved the whole world and nothing short of it. She was the reason Y/N even applied for this job - without Nancy she probably would have just passed on the opportunity with a shrug and a muttered “like I’d ever get that job”.  “And I made it a surprise party! Were you surprised? You looked it! I actually think I got you this time!” 

  Y/N smiled sweetly, nodding. “I was definitely not expecting this, I love it.” She confirmed her surprise, pulling Nancy in to her by their conjoined hands, pressing a sweet kiss on her lips, earning another round of celebrating cheers from their friends and family. 

  “Good,” Nancy smiled at her once they pulled away, eyes alight and dancing with joyfulness and pure love. “Gives me more practice when I surprise you with a ring.” She winked, her finger softly playing with Y/N’s left ring finger causing a trail of goosebumps to travel up her arm. It was decided (informally) that Nancy would be the one to ask Y/N to marry her at some point in their relationship and both of them just ran with it. 

  “I can’t wait to be surprised again.” Y/N whispered back. Not to hide their love, but because her heart was so light and happy that she was scared to ruin this elated feeling by talking any louder.

[brassknucklespeirs]

Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ Mʏ Bᴇsᴛ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ [Rᴏɴᴀʟᴅ Sᴘᴇɪʀs x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

Genre: FLUFF with a side of angst (or should I say Speirs trying not to pout cause he didn’t get his way)

Warning: Mention of warfare, death, weapons, burn scars/wounds, language

Prompt: Request by @holdingforgeneralhugs​ “how about a Soft!Speirs oneshot because I am majorly in my Speirs feels rn and I will consume literally any soft Speirs content by the BUCKETFUL! “

A/N: *spoken in spongebob narrator’s voice* aaah the sickly sweet nature of "we’re more than friends and we both know it”

 If the woman who sat patiently in the back of the beaten Jeep was nervous, she didn’t show it at all, a calm look was a normal expression upon her face as many had come to know. Her body was free of tension, and she could even say the chill travelling down her spine as the wind whipped over the exposed skin of her neck was a welcomed feeling compared to the intense heat of the Pacific. However, it would take a lot more than just the gentle expression on her face and the little tension in her body for people to not see that this woman was tired.

I guess you could say that was part of the reason she was here, in the whiteout forest surrounding Foy, Bastogne. With a year or so of combat experience already dealt with, her soldiers had placed their lives gratefully in the hands of the well put together woman for more reasons than just her cool composure, and it had been noticed. She had worked tirelessly to ensure the safety of those in her platoon and even those who were not. She wasn’t your natural born combat leader but she had the tools to learn; and learn she did. With a metaphorical hammer and nails, she built and upgraded herself so she could take the weight of everything she’d had to see and do in recent years. This being said, she didn’t force herself to reshape every aspect, no, she ensured that every chink in her armour was carefully polished but never fully made new. She held that emotion that came with the trauma she’s been through and wore it like a medal. Her best friend Ron had always told her how admirable she was for that trait, praised her for being such a strong person in rough times. And even then, he had still promised to be there whenever she couldn’t be that person. A thought that Y/N had sometimes wished he could follow through with even though he was likely somewhere in the middle of god-knows-where, fighting for his life while she was, well, here.

When the 501st Airborne Regiment’s top dog, Colonel Sink, heard of the admirable paratrooper known as Lieutenant Y/N L/N, he had jumped at the chance to rip her away from being caught once again in the hot talons of the Pacific that she had just been pulled from. A transfer had been accepted by both her and her previous superiors as Sink called for the help of a capable platoon leader now that he had lost Buck Compton, and don’t even get him started on the ex-CO known as Dike. The Colonel himself was sat beside the woman informing her of the men she would be taking over for and though he would never say it out loud, the man had his fingers crossed in a silent plea that this officer beside him was the right choice for Easy Company moving forward. The man talked with a gentle kind of assertiveness, kind yet firm with his words while he explained several things such as the Battle of Foy that had taken place the day before, and the new company CO. He was impressed with the way the woman was able to point out the strengths and weaknesses of an assault she wasn’t familiar with nor witnessed, his mind being left just slightly more at ease with his choice.

The two pulled up into the main street of Foy as their conversation continued, and they were meet by the darkened red hair of the battalion’s XO. The man stood with the same tired but calm expression as Y/N as they both drew smiles to their lips to exchange to one another.

“Captain Winters, I’d like to introduce you to Easy Company’s new platoon leader, Lieutenant L/N. I expect a warm welcome to be given to the Lieutenant, Y/N’s come a long way for us.” The colonel had said and followed it up quickly with a sharp pat on the woman’s shoulder. “Lieutenant L/N, I’m excited to see how you do with Easy Company.” He exchanged a few more words between the two before jumping back into the jeep and taking off with a yelp of ‘Curahee’ to those men of Easy who had lingered carefully to see the newcomer. Y/N watched as he went with a small smile before turning back to the red headed Captain who was stood with the same curled lips. A gust of wind blew along her spine as they stared at each other for a split second, a shiver rippling down her body aggressively.

“Well, sir, I don’t know if the welcome will be able to get much warmer than this.” The man huffed out a laugh at this as another officer with dark hair came into view behind him with a snort, clapping the other man on the back.

“I like this one Dick. Can we keep her?”

***

If there was one thing Y/N knew already about the Intelligence Officer known as Captain Nixon, is that he could talk. Not that she was complaining, the constant chatter being thrown from his mouth was entertaining, an amused smirk finding its way to her lips almost as soon as he’d begun to talk. The random banter he sprouted had reminded her again of her best friend, someone she thought of constantly, it would seem. It wasn’t the way he was talking in great amounts because god knows that Ron was a more of a listener than a talker but it was in the way his eye crinkled at the edge when he laughed at his own jokes. She’d hate to admit the way she’d compare everyone and everything to the man she was desperately in love with but she knew that she did it just often enough to stop the dull ache in her chest from turning into a stabbing pain.

“-and let’s just say, that didn’t go down very well with the wife.”

“I can’t imagine why, Captain Nixon, you seem like such a mellow man.” She’d said with a quiet chuckle and a roll of her eyes as they continued their walk to the building that second platoon was bunking in.

“Ah, what can I say? I’m as close to perfect as they come.”

“Oh I’m sure you are Sir.”

“Eh, you may say that with judgement now but just you wait and see.” He threatened while pulling a flask from his pocket before offering her a sip. She glanced at it with a raised brow and then proceeded to shrug her shoulders as she reached for it. A harsh cough of disgust almost echoed around the town as the woman screwed up her face.

“There’s no way you can convince me you’re close to perfect when you drink shit like this Sir.” She managed to say. Nixon laughed while taking his own sip.

“We’re gonna get along just fine, I’m sure. Now let’s go find one newly appointed CO, Captain Speirs for introductions.” The man had barely finished talking before Y/N’s head had flicked to him so quickly one could question if she would have whiplash.

“Captain Speirs? Ronald Speirs?” She questioned with an urgency that almost worried Nixon.

“Uh, yeah?” He replied carefully. Before either got a chance to ask more questions, a voice had called for the Captain behind them, one familiar to the both of them. A shiver ran down Y/N’s spine though she’d never admit whether it was the cold or whether it accompanied the violent beating of her heart. As she thought of how much she missed that voice, she’d turned slowly and faced the man that it belonged to.

There he was, walking towards them from a distance, his face almost the same as she’d last seen it aside from the matching dark shadows under his eyes and the odd spot of mud on his skin. Though his eyes had only been on Nixon as he wandered over, he moved his gaze to Y/N as she whispered his name, almost like he’d heard her across the distance between them. He’d faltered for a second, his eyes blinking as if trying to rid the dream from his foggy mind only to realise what he was seeing.

“Ronald-fucking-SPEIRS!” The woman had all but yelled, her feet carrying her as quickly as they could over to him. His breath had lodged itself in his throat before he too begun to move quicker towards her. It would have been quite the sight to see and it certainly was in Nixon’s eyes as he watched the two race towards each other and collide almost violently. Even with the clashing of bodies, the two were like magnets and didn’t seek to become unstuck from each other any time soon. As soon as their bodies connected, Ron’s hands had moved to cradle her neck and waist while Y/N wrapped tightly around his shoulders. They clutched at each other as if their lives depended on it and each drop of emotion and every ounce of missing one another had combusted as they stood there. Ron let out a quiet huff of a disbelieving laugh into her hair while stoking his thumb across the back of her neck.

“Are you a dream? Or did I get shot or something?” He questioned so quietly it almost didn’t reach her ear directly beside his mouth. She hummed to him in response before muttering to him a continued stream of ‘I’m here’s. Ron pulled back from her slowly, his hands moving to cup her face while staring at her in awe.

“You’re here.” He whispered back. He almost let out a sigh of contempt before he tuned in to the distant noise of gunfire and felt himself snap back into reality. His hands on Y/N’s jaw became more tense as he stared at her with a different expression. “You’re here.” He repeated while she furrowed her eyebrows, taking a small step back. His hands dropped to his sides as Nixon finally moved over to the two, a look of pure confusion mixed with shock covering his features.

“I feel like you two know each other.”

“Wow Sir, I’m not surprised you’re the intelligence officer.” She replied to the man causing him to smirk. Ron looked at Nixon as he grabbed Y/N’s arm gently.

“What the hell is she doing here?” He questioned almost furiously. Nixon just shrugged before taking another swig of his drink.

“Say hello to your new second platoon leader, Lieutenant L/N.”

“Lieutenant?!”

***

Ron doesn’t speak at first as the two wander over to second platoon, losing Nixon along the way to a task he needed to do. He was mad, she could tell, and as she asked what was wrong, he sent her a glare over his shoulder. She knew what he was doing of course, she hasn’t been his best friend for many years and not pick up on these things. He was processing, he just needed a bit of time of switching to default ‘tough Ron’ to hide the fact that what he was actually doing was wandering a long pathway through his thoughts and emotions. He wouldn’t be mad forever, he was just worried. She guessed the last time he saw her she was home safe and promising to write to him and then she was practically a ghost in the wind with not a single letter finding it’s way to him until suddenly she shows up right in front of him and worse yet as a US Army Trooper Officer. One could see why the man was a little grumpy.

“I missed you.” She heard him say to her and when she glanced at him again, his jaw was tensing under his skin. The words contradicted everything you could see from his body language but she smiled anyway.

“And I missed you. Guess two years can do that to a person.”

“You know what I just can’t figure out though?” He asked as he stopped before a building, clearly the one they were going to be entering. She shrugged at him as she too stopped. “What I can’t figure out is how the hell you got here.”

“Well you see I was in this darn awful place called the Pacific, god it was hot there. Anyway, then I got this call to get on this boat back to this other place where I then got on this plane to another other place and-“

“Spare me the jokes Y/N. I meant how did you even get into the Arm-“ He paused suddenly, looking at all the details of her face as he gulped. “Did you say Pacific? You came from the Pacific?” He asked in a low voice. Y/N just nodded softly, her expression the same but her eyes holding so many thoughts unsaid. He saw it in her mannerisms then, all the little things he’d always noticed she did when upset. He’d noticed the dark shadows under her eyes. Hell, he’d noticed the faint red burn scar that climbed up the side of her neck, angry and raw. He took a careful step forward before grasping one of her hands in one of his, his thumb moving to draw little lines across her skin. “I’m sorry Y/N. We’ll talk about this later. I think right now we should just introduce you to the men, get you settled in and everything.”

“Yeah, we’ll talk about it later.” She replied almost making a promise that they would indeed need to talk about it later. A smile rose to Ron’s face as he nodded in confirmation before pushing her helmet back pressing a gentle kiss to her hairline and moving it back.

***

The men had been a little thrown off by the presence of the new officer and didn’t seem to want to warm up to the idea of her at all. That was until she made a snarky comment directed at Speirs regarding her not needing him to defend her and with no reaction from him but a nod of confirmation they’d decided she must have been some kind of angel or a god with the power to make the great Captain Speirs bow in submission. Y/N had decided to milk that theory a little when it came to her new reputation of being the ‘tamer of legends’. She’d gotten quite the kick out of it and decided to tease Ron as much as possible since then.

As promised, they talked about it later. They talked about the Pacific and Europe, jump wings and basic training, the year he’d left and the year she’d arrived, all blurring into one long conversation had in the early hours of the morning. Ron held Y/N as she cried as she’d been dreaming of him doing since he left while she ran her fingers through his hair as he lay his head in her lap. And just like that, they had fallen in love with each other all over again. Just two lost souls who had found their way back to each other as they always did and they always would. Their hands moulded perfectly together as they lay beside each other in bed, their noses almost touching as they listened to one another pour their hearts out like they never did with anyone but each other.

“I just ran. It wasn’t really like we had any other option so I just didn’t think twice.”

“I know you like to play this tough guy act but sometimes I think you play it a little to well.” She replied with a giggle. He smiled down at her gently, nudging his nose ever so slightly into hers as she teased him.

“I play the tough guy because the tough guy always gets the prettiest girl.”

“Well then you’ve been watching too many movie films.” She teased as his fingers began to trail her jaw gently. They both sat quietly as they admired each other, his touch sending shivers down her spine until they stop on the side of her neck. He seemed hesitant to ask about the burns that lay directly beside where his fingers touched her skin, she had read it on his face.

“The Japanese are ruthless and the Pacific is even more so.” She said in a low voice, sitting up as her hands moving to unbutton the top layers of her clothes until she got to the last shirt. He watched her closely as she removed each piece, waiting for her to tell him more. “It’s hard to explain, and even if I could I don’t know if I’d want to.” She continued, pulling off the last shirt she wore and exposing her upper body to the cold air. He saw it now in full as it trailed down her neck and over her shoulder, as well as some of the left side of her back and chest. She would usually feel uncomfortable or embarrassed but with Ron she felt safe, she felt seen. “It was an explosion, a mine, grenade, bazooka, I don’t know. Set fire to the trees around us, and then some of me with it.” He sat up slowly, his gaze moving to every part of her that he could take in, the raw blazing scar as well as the soft skin that he reminisced touching gently in many early hours of the morning. She sat patiently, letting him take in her entire being, letting him visualise her once again to capture in memory. His dark eyes moved back to hers slowly, his hands reaching out to pull her closer to him by the waist.

“You’re as beautiful as you were the day I had to leave you.” He’d whispered to her, caressing her cheek carefully as she smiled at him, tears swimming in her eyes. And as he leaned in to plant his lips on hers, he let a smile take over his features while he held the love he had missed so much in his arms once again. Their lips melted together as they had so many times before, yet this time it held an urgency, a desperate need to make up for lost time. They held each other close like they had in the streets earlier, his hands holding her neck and jaw gently while she wrapped her arms tightly round his neck. “You’re my best friend.” He said suddenly. Y/N let out a quiet chuckle as they pulled back fully, causing Ron to look at her and smile.

“What?” He questioned.

“It’s funny, isn’t it. That we both knew, but never said anything.”

 “Never felt like it needed saying.” He said finally, his eyes never leaving hers as he brushed a hair away from covering them. “Would you like me to say it now?” She looked down almost sheepishly, as if she suddenly felt shy under his gaze while he spoke to her. He smiled once again before pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

“I love you Y/N.”

“And I love you Ron.”

[solradguy]

Too many grumpy posts in a row so I will share a Sol POV dream I had the other day

It took place in a super fancy hotel that had a sort of all-white futuristic aesthetic going on (not important) and I was staying there with Axl Low and a couple other people because there was a thing we needed to do nearby over the next couple days. I can't remember what it was, like a bounty or a mission or something. Anyway, Axl and I were waiting for the waitress to come back with out breakfast orders and Axl was super bummed out about something and wouldn't open up about it, but I was tired and didn't feel like having a heavy conversation at like idk friggin 8am anyway.

So I doodled a comic on a napkin of him accidentally time slipping into the perfume department from Spongebob. I slid it over to Axl under my hand with a very serious expression like I'd written something important that couldn't be said out loud, and I guess the version of Sol that my subconscious mind has built absolutely sucks ass at writing/drawing because the comic was utterly unintelligible lol After I explained what was happening Axl thought it was hilarious though. It did cheer him up.

I recreated the comic IRL and drew it with my non-dominant hand for shitty-factor authenticity:

[timpac-capstone]

Week 2

Day 1: I liked doing the turnaround drawing for Double D last week so for this week I did a multitude of character turnarounds varying in shapes and art styles. First I did Larry 3000 from Time Squad, since he's a robot he is made up of many geometric shapes unlike Double D. Geometric shapes can be difficult to keep consistent when you're changing perspective constantly but it came out very well in this test.

Day 2: Looked at a couple Japanese anime model sheets and I noticed a few differences. American characters tend to have 4 or 5 turning frames while the Japanese only have 3 or 4. But because they have fewer frames it isn't a smooth turnaround rather each frame tries to pack as much information about the character as possible. Now if I were an animator who didn't know anything about Misty I would notice that one frame has her bag, meaning that she is probably a traveler. Also, the way her legs and arms are positioned in each frame makes me feel like she is impatient but tries to act like she isn't based on her facial expression. I usually have a tough time drawing anime faces and the first frame didn't come out so well for me but the two others are pretty spot on. Also, they even gave more information on her bag in the model sheet showing that it's probably gonna be a big part of her character. Also her hand in frame two looks so goofy that I tried to fix it my version.

Day 3: Not a turnaround animation but still just as important! I was lucky enough to stumble upon the walk cycle for Pikachu while looking for his turnaround model sheet. I thought it would be interesting to see how I would fare in animating a quadrupedal animal running. This also let me experiment with timing a bit, normally my turnarounds are 0.2 seconds long for each frame but it felt too slow for this one so I used 0.1 seconds instead. If I put no delay it looked good but it looked like Pikachu was running for his life. I think this is one of my favorite studies that I did because of how smooth and consistent it is between each frame and I've seen Pikachu run so many times that I feel like I nailed it.

Day 4: After the Misty drawing, I was really interested in seeing what Jake the Dog from Adventures Time model sheet would look like since Jake can stretch into whatever he wants he should have a pretty crazy model sheet. It was pretty normal, I thought after I drew it out I would see something unique that I wouldn't see at first glance but it was pretty standard. The constant moving of the hands is a bit distracting.

Day 5: Wanted to go for something more creature-like, so I chose Patrick from SpongeBob. Patrick is pretty simple to draw but this still took me like an hour and a half to completely draw it out.

Day 6: Okay so this was a bit interesting, I wanted to see what a model sheet from an old Disney or Looney Tunes cartoon would look like and it was vastly different. It is similar to Misty in that it is not supposed to be a smooth turnaround but rather each pose is supposed to tell you something about to character while also showing you how he looks from all angles. I had to slow this one down, as well as the Misty one, to a 0.5-second delay just so that I had enough time to take in the information that I was seeing. But the model sheet for Bugs was a lot more descriptive as in it showed the simple shapes used to draw Bugs, how many heads each pose is, as well as all the facial expressions which are usually put on a different sheet.

Day 7: I really need help learning digital art.

REFLECTION:

I looked through so many model sheets this week from American cartoons, Japanese anime, animated films, and different time periods with characters that had varied in geometry and simplicity. It was hard to tell at times which model sheets were fan-made and which were officially used on the show but I think everything I used for this week was official. I tried digital art again and it really shows that I need to either find a way to use an iPad as a display or learn how to use a tablet. It's interesting how different every model sheet is structured between all these shows and what they want the animators to get right, their personality or their appearance. This was a huge learning experience for what goes into a character's design and I can't wait to use it in my own project.

[cherumie]

Your sudden pfp change legit shocked me 😭😭

Do you like spongebob? <- (doesn't know how to sound normal while asking a question)

my friend drew spongebob for me & i liked it a lot so i changed my pfp to it 😌💕 i'll probably change it back within the week tho bc having anyone other than grelle as my icon feels unnatural

Yeah I like spongebob!!!! There was a period of time where he was all I watched all day & I still watch him every now & then 💛

[bg-sparrow]

BTTF Year-End Tag Game!

Thanks for the tag, @mjf-af! And thanks for loving one of my favorite fics this year, @daryfromthefuture! 🥰

This year:

How many times would you guess you watched the first back to the future movie? First film, only once or twice. After I finished basically studying it frame-for-frame for my triloogy rewrite, I took a bit of a break lol.

Did you get any sweet bttf merch? If so, what! I did! Lots! I got the complete 1989 BttF II Topps trading card collection, We Don't Need Roads: The Making of the Back to the Future Trilogy, Creating Back to hte Future: The Musical, Save the Clocktower tote, BttF Musical t-shirt, Pink Clint Eastwood hoodie, Enchantment Under the Sea Dance t-shirt, and a 10K medal from MedalChasers!

3. How many cans of Pepsi Free did you chug this year? None. Don't hurt me, but I'm a Diet Coke girl. I was heavily into Pespi in my youth, but I gave up pop for a few years, then one of my medications changed my tastebuds like whoa and I couldn't handle how sweet it was!

4. What was a favorite bttf fanfic you read this year? Don't do this to me! 😩 Tie between He Didn't Start the Fire by @daryfromthefuture, which really started all this 40s Doc phenomenon and was gifted to me in exchange for A Fracture in the Space-time Continuum. I also loved being a part of @professorsaber's r/ThePinheads: Guys, Marty McFLy really *is* a time traveller!!!

5. A favorite bttf fanart you saw this year? (please give us a link, not a screencap/repost!) My favorite this year was one that was a surprise made just for me, so it has no link, unfortunately. @daryfromthefuture drew this for my birthday way back in March of her Until I Get Home Marty and my Once Upon A Time in the West "Clint" about to be blown to bits by cake. Affectionately. :) I smile at it often and love it so much! 🥰

6. Did you create any bttf fanart or fanfic? If you did, what one(s) are you proudest of? Pfffft. Apparently, I added 22 (‽) fics to the BttF AO3 this year?? When the hell did I have time to do that?? Anyhoo, my favorite is a three-way tie and changes based on my mood: A Fracture in the Space-time Continuum (the most canon-flavored of the lot), Now I Am Become Death (my history-heavy Manhattan Project Doc fic), and Once Upon a Time in the East (#2) (because of all the personal leaps in my writing I took with this one).

7. How many times were you late for school this year? I don't attend school anymore, and being self-employed, I have the luxury of running a few minutes late (if it's more than 5 minutes, I count it as late late).

8. Did you watch any other movies/tv shows with BTTF actors in them? I watched MJF's documentary, Still. I watched about a million episodes of classic Spongebob, where Tom Wilson does a lot of voice acting. Watched Who Framed Roger Rabbit? once with Christopher Lloyd as the amazingly unsettling Judge Doom, Titanic with Billy Zane, and I think that's it. I didn't get a lot of screen time outside writing this year.

9. Was there a memorable moment you heard a Huey Lewis song this year? In September, "Hip to be a Square" came on in the grocery store, and I was reminded how much I loved that song as a kid. I'm gonna catch hands for this, but it's probably my favorite Huey Lewis song. :)

10. How many times did you fall down this year? I don't even know. Two of those falls involved my lower legs folding up underneath me as I slid down the stairs, though. The first time, I broke a toe, and the second time was down a set of brick stairs. My entire left leg was a bruise from knee to ankle. There is still some swelling in my knee a month later that makes it painful to kneel on that knee.

11. Did you get to see BTTF: The Musical? What was your experience like! I did I did I did I did I DID!! It was AMAZING! I was out the door and back home in 25 hours, and it was such a fun solo venture! I even got to meet @bri-to-the-future because we happened to be there the same day! I have detailed it extensively in this post!

12. How many times did your mom retell the story of how she and your father met? Uh, maybe once that I heard (I don't live with them anymore). It's a great story. I heard it a bunch growing up, though! My mom was a Good Student, and my dad was Just There Joking-type. They had Home Ec together. She was passing out tests for the teacher, and my dad handed the test back to my mom and said, "I don't want this." My mom just froze up because she didn't know what to do. XD

13. If you could describe your year in a BTTF quote, which one would it be? "You man enough to back them up with more than just a pie plate?" comes to mind because I'm a dreamer with ADHD. That means I spout off stuff all the time that I want to do (fics I want to write), but they're only going to get done through my actions. Starting stuff is hard for an ADHDer, even if it's something we REALLY want to do. I have to follow through or it won't happen. And I did a good deal of that this year and last year, and I'm big proud of that!

14.⚡️LIGHTNING ROUND⚡️ Did you get to: go on any trains, skate on a skateboard, ride a horse, drive a Delorean, run in the rain, go to a dance, hang up a clock, play the guitar, pull an all-nighter, read science fiction, or drive-thru Burger King this year?

15. Your future is whatever you make it! So what are you going to make of this coming year? I said this last year, but this year I'm gonna stick to it: this coming year, I'm going to focus more on reading again. I've spent the last three years going so hard with my writing, terrified if I stopped I wouldn't start again for another eight years, but I'm also confident enough to say that I'll be writing here and there again and not lose it like I did before. I want to read more in 2024 because some of my own writing is feeling stale, like I'm reusing phrases, words, scenarios, etc., and I need some new stuff to inspire the evolution of my writing. I also want to start working on something original! I will absolutely still be around (I host June of Doom after all, and I have a McFly July streak to maintain)! So keep tagging me in these awesome games!

I'm tagging everyone who hasn't been tagged yet!!! :D

[vaggietheangel]

Chaggie week day four: Discussion/Trust 🌸

"Today was so much fun! Sure, we had a rough start with the interview, but things came around. We have three new people helping us." Charlie hummed is she hung up her suit jacket.

"Yeah, that's true." Vaggie hummed as she brushed out her hair.

Charlie looked over her shoulder with a smile. "Plus, with the radio demon living here, people will stop bothering us. They won't wanna make us made with an overlord on our side." She giggled as she picked out a comfy pair or pyjamas, with a picture of spongebob on the T-shirt.

"You make a good point hon." Vaggie smiled weakly.

Charlie looked at her girlfriend friend a moment. Her smile seemed off. It wasn't big and as beautiful as it usually was.

"What's wrong, Vaggie? You seem upset." Charlie asked with a concerned look in her eyes.

"It's just...I don't trust him. I don't trust any of them. We have no idea what they're really planning for us." Vaggie sighed as she sat down on the bed sheets.

"I get that. I've made the decision to trust Alastor, but it hard. We don't really know what he wants to do. But I'm taking his word that he's helping for his own entertainment." Charlie reasoned.

"It seems like the kind of thing he'd do." Charlie hoped that would bring her girlfriend some peace of mind.

"Maybe... but why would he bring those two along to help? They have to be up to something. Husk is a known kingpin, and he could attract gamblers to the hotel." Vaggie rubbed her shoulder nervously.

She knew Husk was one to cheat at any game he played. What if some angry sinner came after him to start a fight?

Charlie placed her hand on Vaggie's shoulder. "Well, if that happens, I can sort things out. Maybe I can even convince them to stay." There was a hopeful twinkle in her eye's.

Vaggie's smile was now more warm and genuine. Charlie could make friends with pretty much anyone.

"Did you think that woman was strange too? She seemed way too eager to be working for the radio demon. She must have done some messed up stuff for him to trust her." She worried.

"You're probably right, but she seems very friendly. There's definitely good in her. All she seems to wanna do is clean and keep us fed." Charlie smiled.

"I know... I'm just so worried that they're gonna mess this up. Trusting them is so risky. We hardly know them, and the things we do aren't great." Vaggie's leg bocuned nervously.

Charlie wrapped her arm around Vaggie's wasit and drew her in. Stroking her hair in an attempt to sooth her.

"Everything we're doing is risky. But I'm willing to take that risk. My people need me to help them." The tall woman spoke softy.

"I just don't want to see the most important thing in your life be destroyed." Vaggie rested her head on her shoulder.

Charlie turned to face her lover and cupped her face in her hands. "That's not possible because I'll always protect you."

Vaggie's smile grew much brighter. She leaned in for a gentle, soft kiss.

[shapeshiftinterest]

I Wanna Be Your Partner: mr. L x rookie (CH 1)

based on THIS doodle i drew

mr. L and rookie are separate beings from bowser and luigi

rookie’s been following mr. L ever since popple fired him and finally gets the courage to write the green thunder a letter

mr. L is confused on if rookie’s letter is a romantic confession or a side kick resume

big thanks to AllageAntelope from twitter for helping translate and collab on the petnames

bowuigi valentines event

prompt mix:

day 5: break up/ rejection

day 6: secret admirer

story under the read more

I Wanna Be Your Partner (also on ao3)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Mr. L wasn’t sure what he was looking at here. He’d gone to the bathroom for just a second and came back to a letter on his seat. Skimming through the contents only made him more confused.

Tilting his head, Mr. L read through it again once, twice, and a third time just to make sure. There was a ton of flower language about his outfit and his fighting style, a couple lines hinting at seeing what was under the mask, ballsy move.

Something about wanting to be his partner ever since they’d seen him ransack a bank with his Thunder Hand and brobots a month ago. A month?? Were they watching him or something??

Mr. L looked up from the letter, eyes shifting and unseen due to his mask.

There!

The mustachio’d man didn’t think the other knew he’d been noticed but it was so obvious. A few feet away he could see a pair of what looked to be blue clad horns and shiny green eyes staring at him from behind a large rock.

Tch, coward.

Mr. L’s ‘not so secret admirer’ ducked behind their hiding place to no avail, spikes obviously sticking out.

He crumpled the love letter/ resume and tossed it behind him, just able to catch the other’s look of dejection. Huh. They were kind of cute, in a pathetic sort of way he guessed.

“It feels like someone,” he said out loud, whipping around to glare at the rock. “Wants to tell me something!”

A beat or two of silence lapsed before he turned again, frustrated that they had the gall to not speak up. “If you’re still there, tartarughina, I’d rather discuss these things face to face. Your letter was lacking.”

A loud thump and heavy footfalls followed behind him as he walked away. Mr. L  smirked, interested in how this would all play out.

BONUS:

tartarughina = (small/ little/ cute) turtle

i also used this spongebob reference

[flaray25]

A REDRAW FROM 2021 TO MY ARTSTYLE NOW

I can see how different this changed (since ive never came into my fav for doing anatomy before until now)

Looking back at my own works made me inspire alot from different stuffs ive went.

"Farewell... SpongeBob..."

INCOMING PLOT/LORE:

Its the cover of a comic book I drew, it was somekind of plot where Squidward regrets the things he said now that SpongeBob is gone. Like literally dead gone forever not even realizing about it.

From how obsessed he is to Spongebob in secret which Spongebob doesn't always know. The day that he said something life changing to Spongebob, he was pressured and really stressed that is caused by the lack of trauma, sleep, disturbance, and job overtime.

He began to burst out from his space and pointed out the most 'harshest' things to him. To the point was shown how deeply hurt Spongebob was from Squidwards words, he didnt have a time to process his emotions but just gave him a simple smile and maybe did agreed and accepted whatever Squidward had told him.

3 days later

Squidward is so upset that Spongebob never even came to work after his rants about him.

It's been day 4 now and Spongebob finally came to work again, just a regular and a usual normal act of himself. He didn't know why but thought about it. Even curious because he pointed out the obvious things and after those words Spongebob just showed up to his face like it's all completely dodged.

Now HERES the craziest part. Spongebob doesn't and isn't supposed to exist or appear in day 4 because Squidward is hallucinating about him. And his mind blinded his sense convincing that he's actually there which he's not.

In the horrible truth way possible.

After Spongebob ran away from the krusty krab after whatever Squidward's words spoke up and stabbed right through his heart and got them from his skull. He had a breakdown.

He went back to his pineapple house, locked himself from his room not letting gary inside. And just sat there and thought about those words Squidward said.

"I wish you don't EXIST!"

Then it hit him.

If those were the things Squidward wanted for him so as Spongebob would finish it 'just for Squid'

As he did whatever Squidward wished.

When Patrick checked up on why Spongebob suddenly left the krusty krab after not getting his order. He went to the pineapple house to see his dead friend lying on the floor.

Patrick called for help as the ambulance came in and brought him. Spongebob didn't make it sadly, he was too late.

After the news was shown on the television, 'Spongebob Squarepants committed s!#£%&e'

Squidward didn't know how to respond to that.

The way he thought it was all just some sort of a prank or a way for him to feel bad on. Squidward blinded himself into thinking this was just some sort of prank.

But it wasnt.

When Squidward wondered why Spongebob hasn't shown up from work he was concerned about whatever happened to him by now, but just again abou tthe news reported live. He thought this prank would last by now.

Now it's been day 4 in the present. When Sandy came to the krusty krab telling him about Spongebob, he began to question why this prank is lasting for 4 days now.

Sandy even screamed and yelled at Squidward telling him that Spongebob really is gone. That he died and k#ll3d himself from the room. Squidward was in shock to look to his side knowing that Spongebob is just here.

He wasnt.

This thing came into a big realization that he didnt give a thing about Spongebob after 4 days of his death. Didn't even knew that he did die. Didn't even showed up from his funeral because he thought it would be played as just some sort of joke.

He felt sorry for Spongebob and even got to his knees forgiving about him.

----

Coming over to his house for taking care of it, he sees a box filled with memories of him including Squidward. (Probably some drafted letters for Squidward as a confession but didn't get a chance give those to him)

This also gave him a shocking truth that Spongebob caught himself head over heels deeply inlove with him. The reason why he was so obsessed to him.

Pointing out the obviousness already. Squidward didn't take a hint because of his annoyance, it was hard for him to take it in. Is that what Spongebob has been feeling to him after all this time?

The day that was too late.

And we leave ourselves in this scene where Squidward reads one of his letters as he sits on Spongebob's bed all alone.

BOOM classic ending am I right?