#a wee bit like...

[inbabylontheywept]

she was dead silent on the drive home, but that was okay. sometimes, after band practice, she was just out of words. it was a short drive to her house. the only part where it actually felt weird was after i pulled up her parent’s driveway. 

after that, the silence stretched so far it smeared and left a weird residue. she kept looking at the car door like she wanted to leave, so i looked at the door too, then she looked at me, and i looked at her, and my first thought was that she was going to tell me that the door was stuck. i was used to that car always doing some damn thing. it was the car me and all my siblings had learned to drive in, and it was really beat to hell. there were dents all over the body, which we’d unsuccessfully tried fixing up with spackle. it had looked nice for maybe a week, but then the sun wrecked it - the spackle cracked up like the mud on the bottom of a dry riverbed and turned a sort of off yellow-white that made the car looked like it had been molded out of chicken shit. it also had a bullet hole it through the cabin that whistled like a toothless old man whenever the car went above 40, so loud it could drown out the radio, and a cabin that smelled so strongly of bugspray that even the arizona summer we drove everywhere we could with the windows down.

(if you have kids one day, you will maybe, possibly, begin to understand how much i loved that car.)

anyway, i was thinking about what else could possibly be wrong with the chickenshitmobile, and she just kept looking at me, and then i wondered if there was something on my face, and she just kept looking at me, and then the penny dropped and i realized she was trying to work up the nerve to break up with me. 

now, i’d seen her work up the nerve to do things like this before – it could take quite a while. and knowing it was about to happen made the waiting immediately unbearable. 

so i said hey. 

and she looked at me, very startled, and said hey back real small. like she’d been caught. and in a way, i suppose she had. 

and i said it’s okay. you can just say it. i’ll be okay.

i’m always okay. 

and she said: i’m really sorry. 

i loved her, you know? it was highschool, but teenagers are capable of love. the way people love changes over time just as much as the way they stand, or the way they talk, but things don’t stop existing just because they're different. opposite really – a thing only stops changing when it's fully gone.

and i said, nothing to be sorry for, and i meant it. she looked a little relived, and i was happy to give her that peace. then she left. i watched her make it through the front door, because that was just habit at that point, and then i sat there a while afterwards, checking how i felt. and the answer was not good, but good enough to make it home. good enough to limp on. 

so i put my car in reverse, took my last look goodbye, and immediately backed into her neighbor’s car. 

crunch. 

air bags didn't go off, which was good. i left a decent dent in the bumper of the other car. genuinely couldn’t tell if i did anything to my car – anything wrong with it just kind of blended together into the general ecosystem of hand mottled, sun cracked, chickenshit spackle. 

i checked my glove box, and my car insurance info was, of course, out of date. my phone was dead too. as a teenager, my phone was less my lifeline to my friends, and more my tether to my parents, so i wasn’t particularly conscious of keeping it charged. both my fault.

i sat there a few minutes, trying to think of the best way to handle things, and there was only one answer i could think of, and i hated that answer, so i spent a few more minutes trying and failing to think of a better one, and then a few more coming to peace with what had to be done. 

then i went back to knock on my now ex’s front door. 

her dad opened, which i was very relieved over, even if he seemed less than thrilled. he looked me over, and in a firm, but slightly apologetic way said: she does not want to see you right now. 

(i think he assumed i was going to try and talk her out of the break up?)

and i said not here for her. i just backed into your neighbor’s car, and i need to call my dad, but my phone’s dead. could i borrow yours?

and he looked at me, then back at his neighbors car, which sure enough was dented, then he looked at the chickenshitmobile, and if there was something wrong with it, it just kind of blended into the general Wrongness of the car, then back to me, and i could see him imagining the last ten minutes from my pov: getting broken up with, backing into a car, having to walk up to your exes door and borrow a phone, calling my dad to tell him that i just reversed into someone.  

and his expression shifted from stern and apologetic to truly sad, which felt more kind that i deserved. things only got here because i kept fucking up - forgot to look behind me, forgot to replace the insurance forms, forgot to charge my phone. it was my mess, but his sympathy meant the world to me. i probably would’ve cried if he said sorry, or patted me on the back or called me sport, but instead he said

stay out here – i’ll bring you a phone.

and then he left.  

i found a nice spot on the lawn in the shade under a sycamore, then settled into his grass.i was trying not to freak out, and was doing an okay job. he came out a minute or so later, not just with a phone, but a juicebox and a jar of green olives, which really threw a wrench in the whole try not to cry thing. soon as i saw those, a few tears squoze out. i was still hoping i could pass them off as Manly Tears but then he told me that he’d gotten the olives a few weeks before and had been meaning to hand them off to me, and that this was his last chance for that. then i made a sound like a horse drowning in a bog, and he patted my back pretty rough, four solid thumps, like he wasn't sure if i was crying or choking on an olive, and was trying to cover both bases at once.

then he went back inside, and i made a few more bog horse noises while finishing off the rest of the entire jar of green olives, and then i called my dad.

he was about ten minutes away that day, and luckily was home. he drove over, and we went to the neighbor’s house, and from there things actually went quite nice. the neighbor was a retired man who actually said he could fix the dent himself, no need for insurance. he said he appreciated that i didn't just drive off, and i said i was really sorry about his car, and he said he was really sorry about my car, and then he gestured to the chickenshitmobile and i laughed because it really was a disaster on wheels.

then we left.

i thought we were going to head straight home, but instead we went to a gas station, and we both got several slim jims that we folded into thick enough coils that we could put them on a hotdog bun because the growing up mormon equivalent of having a sad brewski with your dad is just choosing to make bad decisions sober. then he took me to the canals and we watched the sun turn all orange and pink, and he looked over at me and said:

brains are good at remembering bad days. so you gotta make sure that a bad day has a good part in it, so you can remember that too. remember that when you have a kid. try to do a good job on days like that - they're going to be a big part of how they remember you.

and then he gave me a big hug and said he was never going to eat another slim jim again.

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the year after that i went to college, which kicked my butt in new and exciting ways. and on a lot of those bad days, after a test that went sour, or a faux paus that was particularly embarrassing, or some other hardship of my new adult life, i’d stop by the gas station and pick up leathery, half jerkied hotdog before heading to the canals to watch the sun set. i’d take a bite and imagine my dad next to me, grimacing through the slim-jim wad, asking what good thing i was going use that time to remember. 

and in my head, i’d say you, dad. 

i’m going to remember you.

[aestheticallynotdeerlightful]

Full lineup

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ITS DONE. IM FREE. (Please do not use or repost my works anywhere without explicit permission from me thank you)

[inafallsaway]

Drawing time!

[screwpinecaprice]

Fine. You wanna take care of me? Make sure I'm being taken care of really good, Mister.

[blondeaxolotl]

Saw someone else do this and I felt inspired

[closetsof-backlogged-dreams]

as sad and disappointing as this is, look me in the eyes and tell me that this isnt the absolute funniest shit youve ever seen. like, they changed their bio to ONE vaguely implicative sentence and posted some promo statement about where you can find it on streaming services, and this little shitty cockroach fandom (affectionate) absolutely BLOWS THE FUCK UP. like, within the span of 2-3 days, we completely took over tumblr so that this 15-year-old fandom was trending, their twitter account gained roughly 6k followers, and everyone is theorizing about a season six a reboot a spin-off a red white and royal blue crossover every thing under the SUN and it literally gets so bad that the poor intern (thats probably gotten two hours of sleep this week and is running solely on celsius and coffee) and the two-person marketing team that managed this whole thing had to scramble to clarify that WE'RE NOT ACTUALLY DOING ANYTHING WE'RE JUST ADVERTISING THE SHOW AGAIN

like. thats the funniest shit EVER.

[yi3248]

a peace offering for my last drawing

[radiance1]

The US government when multiple of their servers has been hacked and they can't find a trace of who's doing it: What is going on!?

Tucker, literally in an internet cafe sipping on some milk with what little money he had on him: Haha, lol.

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Lex Luthor when he's told that multiple of his servers has been hacked and put into disorder with seemingly no purpose: Find whoever this is, immediately!

Eve Teschmacher: Sir, our best is unable to find whoever hacked into our servers, in fact, our attempts to stop, build up defenses or force them out, have only been met with more, chaotic files.

Lex Luthor, banging his fist on the table: What do I pay them for!? Find them immediately!

Tucker, literally in an internet cafe a few blocks away from the Lexcorp building: Get gud noobs!

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Oracle, when her servers has been hacked by an unknown: Raises eyebrow

Oracle, when said unknown begins to mess around in her servers and basically goads her into trying them: Oh it's on.

Oracle, when she conveniently hacks into said unknown's coordinates and finds it leading to an internet cafe, to which it then gets fizzled out by the unknown: Hm. I should tell someone.

Also Oracle: However.

Tucker, chugging down his milk and booting it from the internet cafe while disconnecting from Oracle's servers and sending multiple signals to hopefully take her off his trails: shit shit shit shitshitshitshitshitshit

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The Justice League, after noticing that Mount Justice is currently being hacked in the middle of a debriefing:

Batman and Robin fighting against the hacker, with the new addition of Oracle who just, appeared out of nowhere: Oh, I know this guy!

Batman, narrowing his eyes: Explain.

Oracle, refusing to explain but instead manages to snag the unknown's current whereabouts while simultaneously wiping said whereabouts before the unknown (Who is currently distracted by Robin and Batman) could notice, while also downloading said location to Batman's suit all at once: I think they can do that for you.

Batman, relents and flows away from the computer and walks away from the Young Justice team: Superman, with me. Red Tornado, continue the debriefing.

Tucker, currently in an internet cafe sipping on boba after acquiring some money, chewing and furiously tapping away at his PDA: ...I may have bitten off more than I can chew, here.

Tucker, looking up when someone sat down in relatively hidden (and by that he means square in the corner) booth and choking on his boba to see the Batman and Superman sitting across from his casually:

Batman, when the unknown he was looking for was literally a 14-year-old currently staring at the both of them in shock with a PDA held together by a mass amount of tape, determination and probable hope: Narrows eyes and stares at Superman.

Superman, currently ordering off of the menu: Raises hands with an innocent expression What? We're at a cafe, might as well?

Batman, staring at him for a solid few minutes, before also ordering something off of the menu:

Tucker, currently experiencing his life flashing before his eyes, but trying to play it off: Sips Boba.

(For your information by the way, Tucker got thrown to the DC universe and basically became a little shit by hacking into multiple places for literally no reason other than to have fun and fuck with people.)

[gophergal]

there are many kinds of love

TFTober 3 - Relationships

[beastyeastfreak]

Shadow Milk x Reader, miscommunication

Enough of you wanted it so heres part two where they make up

Part one link

Cw and Tags: Hurt/with comfort, alcohol/juice, Pv is still a really good friend, throwing up(didn’t do any in depth description it grosses me out dw), shadow milk lowkey gives werewolf vibes in this

Summary: After what happened with Shadow Milk and his minions, Pure Vanilla finds and comforts you and then you realize perhaps you should talk to him.

🃏 - Miserable was the only way you could describe yourself. You barely remembered what happened once you entered your home following what caused your misery. It was flashes of mostly crying, downing juice bottles and putting gifts from him in a box in your closet. now you were just curled up on the couch with a mostly eaten tub of melted ice cream on the coffee table and some empty juice glasses. While the juice helped a little- actually no it just made you sadder- you were unfortunately facing its consequences now as the sun was rising. Judging you from behind the blinds, you deserved it. You acknowledged who he was and the risks that came with him and yet you still signed your heart away, each stroke of the quill dipped in gullibility or perhaps simply ignoring the signs.

🃏 - If not for the fact it was the weekend, the dread within your already aching heart that you would have to go to work after all that would have been enough to crumble you. Not to mention the fact you have to hide your incompetence. You allowed an enemy of the Vanilla kingdom to gain an access point and provided them with information that could have contributed to the kingdoms downfall. You groan and rub your eyes, you told yourself you never wanted to see him again but it was a lie. You dreamt it never happened, that what really happened was just a nightmare and you woke up next to him. You dreamt he said, “dreams are such a silly little concept, its funny how our own minds lie to us.” He brought you close to kiss you but when closed your eyes you awoke on the couch again with a pounding headache and a sudden need to puke.

🃏 - After you threw up an entire bottle of juice and brushed your teeth you exited the bathroom to the sound of your doorbell ringing. You close your eyes as the chime digs into your aching head. You slowly walk to the front door, feet sliding on the cold floor and head slightly dipped. Your eyes threatened to shut, you weren’t sure how much sleep you got but you just wanted to go back to the couch. You look through the peephole and nearly slam your head into the door at full force, its Pure Vanilla. He’s standing there with this warm oblivious smile and practically glowing. You dont try to concuss yourself but you do slam your palm against your face and sigh. Your hand then comes down and wraps around the knob before opening the door. He opens his mouth to speak but stops upon seeing you. His face shifting to that of worry, “Y/N, what happened? Oh dear, you look awful,” he said placing a hand on their shoulder. They squinted their eyes and looked away. “He- i…” you didn’t know what to say. He spoke for you, he pulled you into a hug and you accepted it as tears began to well in your eyes. He didn’t say anything, his hand just slid over your arm reassuringly. “May i come in?” He said as you sniffled and nodded.

🃏 - Pure Vanilla placed a cup of water in front of you, thudding slightly against the desk. The clear liquid sparkled slightly with his healing magic. He sat down on the other side of the table. “You don’t have to talk about it, i wont force you to.” He said as you took a sip, your headache slowly easing. “But I’ll listen, and if you think you’ll feel better doing it then please, I’m here.” He continued as you finished the cup, placing it back down and rested your head on your fist trying to find your words. “Does it have to do with.. them?” He asked and you nodded. You weren’t sure how much you could say but frankly you had failed at your job enough, you might as well tell him about your experience with the beast. “Him,” you start. “He was using me and I’m an idiot for not seeing it sooner.” You close your eyes. “You couldn’t have known, there will always be someone out there who knows how to get into your head.” Pure vanilla replies and takes a sip of his own water. “Yeah, well oddly enough it was the liar, the master of deceit.” You replied half sardonically mostly just hiding your regret behind sarcasm. You look at him, he’s furrowing his brow. “Pardon?” You know he heard you, “Shadow Milk Cookie?” You replied, he’s staring now. “Well, his disguises are very convincing-“ you cut him off. “There was no disguises, he caught me alone one day and it only.. escalated from there! Now i know why!” You laugh but it just comes off as sad when you wipe a tear away and sink into your seat. He didn’t respond, his hand came to his mouth as he looked away in thought. “Tell me everything” he said then added in a softer tone “please.”

🃏 - “… and then i left, and the rest is a blur.” You finished speaking. He was nodding along in the first half but now he was still, his hands clasped around the cup and face etched with slight worry but above that he was understanding, he wasn’t upset. It was reassuring given they nearly broke down three times in the span of thirty minutes, once because they missed Shadow milk, the second because they felt that they were evil too for missing him and the third because they didn’t want Pure Vanilla to stop talking to them because they wanted to be with Shadow Milk. “I should be replaced,” you sigh. “Why would you say that?” Pure Vanilla asks, retaining a relatively calm expression. “I was seduced by a beast to get to you, i think you need someone better equipped.” You rub your face, he takes another sip. “I disagree,” he responds, “because you did something i could not do. I tried to befriend Shadow Milk and failed, you succeeded.” He says with a gradually growing smile. “He was using me to try and hurt you, it wasn’t friendship, it was just…” you trail off, “i thought he loved me.”

🃏 - “I think it was,” he replied. “I… endured him. I don’t think he would have stayed for as long as he did and devoted so much to you if he just wanted to get to me.” Pure vanilla drifts his gaze to some gathering birds outside your window, obscured by blinds. “So you think he wasn’t using me?” You ask confused, maybe a bit accusatory. He hums and stands up, walking to the window to open it up. “Sometimes the truth isn’t black and white.” He says as he lets a blue bird hop onto his hand. You stare at him, or rather the bird on his palm chirping softly. You frown, you know what you heard but you also feel how you felt. Your mind told you to walk away from him and your heart was telling you that the love you felt was genuine. “So what do i do?” You murmur and lean forward over the table. “Thats up to you. You know the truth, or what could be part of the truth, or what may not even be the truth at all. Whatever you choose, I’m here for you.” He replied then added in a more joking tone, “i just hope you wont keep secrets at the expense of my souljam anymore.” He said, you smiled, it felt good to smile. “I think i need to go and find him.”

🃏 - The next day you set out, Shadow Milk was hiding you could tell. Anything you tried to do to summon him failed, actually it seemed to start a small blue fire which had to be extinguished. He didn’t want to speak to them it seemed, and that made your stomach grow a gaping pit. Pure Vanilla’s reassurance gave you hope there was more to this, but everything was screaming to just give up and move on. Despite that you still continued, a small voice inside was the one you followed, not the gnashing, mourning, hideous monsters that defined how awful you felt, how angry you wanted to be. After your hundredth attempt fails, you decide to take a break and do something else. You had to get food so it was time to head to the market. Browsing the stands, you spot a fruit merchant at a stand you didn’t recognize. You decided to go check it out, as you approach their eyes widen. You open your mouth to greet them but they speak over you, “Y/N, thank witches i found you.” The voice was unfamiliar but the way the words were delivered sounded familiar. “How do you know my na- whoa!” You were cut off as you were pulled behind the stall, in a dark wave of light going down their body they revealed themselves.

🃏 - “Black sapphire?!” You exclaim, he rolls his eyes. He looked about as tired as you. “Cut it out, it’s me, big surprise, don’t draw attention to us,” he practically hissed. “Listen,” he began but then glanced at his microphone and covered it with one hand. “Master Shadow Milk has been completely and totally out of it! Do you know how many times ive heard him cry genuine tears in my entire life?” He steps forward, anger evident. “Um…-“ you dont get a chance to answer. “Zero! Zero times! Do you know how much complaining and moping and- hes gone through the five stages of grief and beyond multiple times! I would’ve shut Candy Apple up way faster if i knew he actually liked you! All this stress is giving me a face fit for radio, thats not a good thing!” He continued, getting progressively more frustrated before stepping back. You were unable to speak. Pure Vanilla was right, there was more to this than you thought. He was in turmoil… for you. All this time you thought you were the one suffering, he was probably in that dark place plotting his next victim, but no he was in the same boat much to his minions dismay.

🃏 - “He’s crying?” You question, “the entire realm is weeping, he’s in his quarters but it’s like a non stop rain. I had it with the sob fest so i decided to come spread some delicious rumors,” he replied and leaned against the wall. “Can you take me to him?” You snap from your shock and ask, which he perks up like he was waiting for the question. “Why of course! Why wouldn’t i help a good friend out?” He grins and taps his microphone against the ground, you raise an eyebrow. “Suddenly I’m your good friend? Really?” You say and he scoffs as you both walk through a black portal. “Just make him normal again and not mad at me, Candy apple did most of the talking anyway.” He says and you land on a staircase disconnected from a building. More peices of buildings and various items floating in the dark void. It wasn’t raining anymore, the last time you were here the eyes were open though. “This is the farthest i can take you, i hope you enjoyed your ride and i will catch you later assuming you dont die!” Black Sapphire says and walks back through the portal with a wave and a show smile.

🃏 - You were now navigating his realm without him or the others, in an eerily quiet jungle with no guide. There was no sound, you could actually hear when two floating objects collided with eachother some distance away. In a way it was like how you imagined space would be, but it wasn’t like this last time. When he wasn’t talking there was music playing on some broken peices of building hovering around or some sort of noise but now it was just silence. You navigate aimlessly through ever shifting terrain, or lack thereof, until you find a particularly large section of building floating around. It looked like the top of a tower, had to be his room. You push off the floating floor you were on, you were weightless, moving forward as if you were a mercookie in the ocean. You hit the wall and make your way in. Appearances were deceiving, go figure, it was bigger on the inside. You were met with an imposing corridor, all of the lights were cut. You venture around before spotting a hallway of doors, the hall itself twisting around so the floor was on the ceiling in the middle and then twisted back down at the end. You had a feeling he was behind one of these. Each door lead to a door in the real world and were decorated as such. Hollyberry kingdom, The Cacao kingdom, The Creme Republic, some door in your house, The Ivory Pagoda, The Garden of Delights, The Spice Kingdom, you closed the last one pretty quickly at the sound of pounding footsteps in the distance. You weren’t here for this though, you wanted to find him. You then arrived at the last door, it didn’t look like it lead to somewhere new it looked like just another door. You open it and find darkness, theres a room within but it was pitch black. You stay quiet, your ear to the room. It sounded like breathing, not of a cookie but of something large like a dragon, or a beast you hoped.

🃏 - “Shadow Milk?” You called out, you heard your voice echo back in the massive room each time it bounced off the walls felt slightly different. Otherwise there was no response, so you stepped into the dark and dug into your bag. Vanilla wizards often sold light spells in small glass orbs. You shook it in your hand then held your palm up letting it hover. It illuminated about three feet in front of you, it was as if it was weakened here. In your mind it made sense, it was a land of darkness. You would be lying if you weren’t a little scared. You stepped forward anyway, leaving the closed door behind you and walking towards the sound of breathing. You began to get closer, you could tell as it became louder you were growing near. Now it sounded like it was all around, as if it were right on top of you. You stop, then shake the light orb in your fist and open it for a quick burst of light. There’s nothing around you, you were in an empty corner. You suddenly jolt and whip around as you hear a bang, the door you had started at had opened. Yep, he was definitely in here and didn’t want them around. It seemed that the closer he sounded the further he actually was, meaning you were probably right beside him in the beginning, kind of scary.

🃏 - “I know you’re in here, I want to talk,” you call out. You hear a loud monster-like growl, he was still far away. You began to move back towards the direction of the door. “You aren’t scaring me and im not leaving,” you firmly say in response. The sound becoming more distant. You continue, he growls again. The lower volume making it less scary but you could tell he was trying to be louder. You continue to wander through the dark until the sound was practically silent. You stopped, and then you shook the light again, and for a brief moment you saw a giant pelt of black and joining it was white wool. It moved swiftly through the darkness, its steps were inaudible. A sheep? You look around, “Shadow Milk?” You say and look up, four mismatched slitted eyes stare down at you. Four eyes, a muzzle full of fangs and pointed ears. A wolf.

🃏 - The wolf rears it head before snapping forth at you, roaring at your face in a suddenly loud way, you were faced with a maw of razors and you stood unwavering. You dont flinch, you dont flinch because you know hes bluffing. You had learned him, he was never direct, he would never tell you how he was really feeling but you had deciphered him. He’s chosen a scary form because he wanted you to leave, you were both hurting and not talking would just deepen the wound. He pulled back still snarling. You look down at him with a frown. “Are you ok?-“ “BE QUIET and GO,” he hissed with each word dripping venom. “Is that what you really want?” You replied. He growled again, “I WAS USING YOU ALL ALONG AND FELT NO REMORSE FOR IT,” he barked. “I don’t believe you, i think you’re hurting like me and we need to talk. If i leave you’ll only feel worse.” You say and he roars again. “You sound like HIM,” he says as if it were an egregious crime. You decided not to mention you talked to Pure Vanilla, for now at least. You’d tell him when he didn’t have huge claws and teeth. “Shadow milk..” you reach out but he pulls away, glaring with one side of his side of his face. “You’re just here to mock me! You were waiting for the moment you could get away from me so you could go to him! Tell me im wrong!” He snarled moving further away but you walked towards him. His head beneath his shoulders, massive claws trembling. “You know thats not-“

🃏 - “Yes! Tell me how much of a liar i am! Just like you did when i needed you to listen!” That wide grin carved into his face did nothing to hide his voice. You stepped forward and hear his side back into the wall, was he getting smaller? No he was just making himself look smaller through position. He wasn’t letting you speak, he was in a good position to attack, but he wasn’t. He tucked that long tail between legs, his haunches raised. You slowly came forward, a hand extended. “I’ll hurt you again, it’ll hurt worse i assure you!” He was backing himself against the corner. Your hand came in contact with the top of the snout. Your were close enough to see tears falling down from his wide eyes and his body trembling. You gently petted his face, “can i speak now?” You ask. His silence is your answer. “I know you wont admit it so don’t. I know you fell for me. I was hurt that this began the way it did, that in the beginning you wanted to make a fool of me and use me as a stepping stone to get to Pure Vanilla. Im still hurt,” You say. “But, i know somewhere it became genuine, and i want to start from there. Can we try again? I know now and this time we can do this for the sake of eachother?” You continued practically hugging his snout, he was slowly melting into you. Finally in a swirl of blues, whites and blacks he turned back into a cookie.

🃏 - His hands were clutching your clothing like you’d leave if he didn’t. His head on your shoulder, refusing to look at you. “Please don’t go again,” you could hear him say quietly. “I love you,” he said. You wrapped your arms around his, “I’m not going. I love you too,” you say and bring his face out of your neck. Kissing his cheek before his lips. His grip softening, your hand on his cheek. You remained like that for a moment before pulling away. Looking at his smudged, dripping make up and disheveled hair, brushing it out of his face to look at both eyes the same way he looked at yours. “How about we get something to eat and fix your makeup?” You ask and he nods against your hand. You weren’t sure where you’d both go from here, if it’d be different or the same, but you knew it’d be better.

[sillyfairygarden]

in the blood - a double life comic (4/?)

my first comic attempt in a VERYY long time please have mercy orz. almost 2 years as a wip, based heavily off these game of thrones inspired designs for the divorce quartet

[rookflower]

starting a petition to end this dichotomy in warrior cats designs forever

[elysiuminfra]

things from the past couple days

[middle-earth-marauder]

Hottest thing a man can do? Respect!👏Boundaries! 👏

[huginsmemory]

Really can't get over the CAN WE TALK? stickynotes. And I mean I think part of it really kinda clicked when I've seen some fanart about it. We really see in TBOB that Ford after beginning to hear voices slipping through the cracks and questions Bill, to learn what Bill really intended, ENTIRELY shuts down his communication with Bill. And you see Bill when he gets questioned in that moment responds with a heavily implied dialogue along the lines of "haha, yeah I tricked you, I'm here to overtake your dimension". But Bill still expects Ford to respond to him in some way, and it's very clear that Bill is shocked when Ford REFUSES to talk to him. And what's interesting is Bill doesn't just IMMEDIATELY begin with threats; he actually leaves stickynotes first, before Bill realizes he's FUCKED UP big time and gets really nasty. There's something pleading with the CAN WE TALK? sticky note. There's a point where Bill does realize he's not getting what he expected, that he's missing Ford, and that he's willing to possibly even smooth some things over, explain things better (maybe even the part that the nightmare dimension is unraveling perhaps) or persuade Ford into Bill's plans. But Ford refuses, and it's already too late for Bill because just like with Stan, Ford feels betrayed and when Ford feels betrayed he'll mercilessly cut the person out of his life. Ford deeply, deeply holds hurt and betrayal and as a result he has zero desire to speak with Bill again (and also uhhh big red flag to take over the world, so also. Yeah).

And it's interesting because it's a slower ramp up until Bill is desperate and threatens, uses violence, because that's what he's always used when it comes down to it, and an ultimatum is given. It wasn't just threats out of the gate; Bill DID try to speak to Ford (btw this is not me being like Ford should have spoken to Bill and it would be magically healthy, cause no matter how you slice it it's just a toxic mess tbh). Threats out of the gate would have been faster; there's over three weeks in the timeline, before Ford goes through the portal (althought we don't get too much context around exactly when everything occurs). That's a lot of time! But Bill didn't threaten Ford immediately. And I think part of that reason is because Bill expected Ford to speak to him, expected their relationship or at least their project to mean enough to Ford that Ford would speak to him and then continue their work, once his anger cooled off. And I think also part of it is because Bill cared about Ford, not that he'd admit it in the moment; but he'd rather Ford willingly be alongside him, then have to force him through threats to do the work on the portal. You see that, even after Ford spends 30 years trying to kill him and nearly even does, when he offers him during wierdmageddon to be a henchmaniac. Bill cares about Ford, wants Ford beside him. But then Ford continues to refuse to engage with him at all, and Bill realizes he's lost Ford, and progressively gets more desperate and angrier as he's still refused, and falls into the violence he usually uses, to get Ford to cooperate.

Anyhow it's one of those things that you wonder what would've happened if they DID speak, but that would ultimately be defying a big part of who Ford is... So in a way it's a juicy juicy tidbit to chew on, the implications beyond the writing on the sticky note.