#annie gets tagged

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

WIP Wednesday, but it's Friday (but it's Tuesday cause life's been a bit of a bitch)

Thank you for the tag @loverhymeswith that last line of your snippet absolutely killed me and I adore it 💗

This is part of the second installment in the Parenthood Killed the Rodeo Star, Rhett Abbott x OC rodeo star/fwb/parenthood au, anthology series that I'm hoping to have done and posted sometime this week:

His legs felt weak, like toothpicks barely holding it together, as he walked through the rodeo grounds. The bull riding didn’t start for a few more hours, but he hoped that being there and in his element would force him to put aside his worry and just focus on what needed to be done. It wasn’t working so far. Especially when he saw her agent talking to another rider. “Hey, Scotty, c’n I talk t’you f’r a second?” Rhett asked as he walked up to the two of them. The shorter, pot-bellied man bid the other rider farewell and turned to Rhett with a close-lipped smile mostly hidden by a mustache. “So, what can I do ya f’r?” “Have y’seen Tessa?” “Oh.” Scotty stared up at him and blinked rapidly. “I figured y’woulda known more abou’that than I do.” Rhett clenched his fists to keep himself from fidgeting, swallowing down something he didn’t really understand. “Know about what?” “She called me couple weeks back. Said she’s quittin’ n’wouldn’t tell me why. Jus’that she was done — goin’ back home.” Rhett rode like shit that night and he got hounded for it by the press afterward. All those reporters asking him why he did so poorly when, up until Las Cruces, he had been placing first or second every time. He couldn’t tell them it was because he couldn’t stop thinking about the girl he went to highschool with. The girl he wasn’t even in a relationship with. The girl he was suddenly realizing he may have been in love with and it might be too late to tell her.

no pressure tags friends @bobfloydsbabe @yanna-banana @saltynametag and anyone else who sees and would like to join!

[wallissa]

One thing I love about Hughie is that he’s the main character, but in such a “y/n” way. Completely unremarkable, ordinary loser who gets dragged into a life of crime and adventure by accident and whom everyone falls in love with upon meeting him, most of the time for absolutely no reason. Butcher wants to be his manic pixie dream psycho so bad, but then also breaks his own back to protect him. Frenchie and MM would kill Butcher if it weren’t for the fact that it’d make Hughie sad. Annie is a 10000/10 and wants to spend the rest of her life singing cringy teen music with him and and easing her way into pegging him. A-Train ended up with his life hopelessly tangled with Hughie’s and can’t seem to let it go. Victoria spent her breaks sharing snacks with him, knowing he’s murdering Supes — and never stopped trusting him, to the point where she came to him when she had every reason to believe he’d want her dead. Soldier Boy literally escaped endless torture and spent 90% of his newly won freedom trying to impress Hughie by putting on a little macho man show for him. The only person who’s truly immune to Hughie and his “putting his hair in a messy bun before getting sold to 1D” charm is Homelander, who genuinely just hates him. Fascinating character design, all in all.

[sadquickchristmassnowman]

thinking about how jeff and britta are together in abed’s happy place (from 4x01 history 101) while jeff and annie are together in the darkest timeline. abed was so right for that

[perfectlypreservedpie]

First ink pass if anybody is curious about process

[omegatomato]

i like this show a normal amount im literally so normalcore abt it (me when i lie)

[charlunday]

Welcome to Charlie's Summer Commissions ✨️Raffle!✨️

You know I like to keep things exciting for you guys, so this time around I will be offering a commission raffle. To enter, simply donate to my ko-fi and leave your @ in the comments!

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Every dollar = 1 entry, and after donating, you can reblog this post for 1 extra entry!

I will be taking the final tally on August 19th, and however much money we raise will be the parameters of the commission piece. (If I somehow raise more than I would do for one normal commission, the pool will be split into two and there will be two winners!)

Remember, I don't just do THG pieces! Any fandom is welcome.

Even if you can't donate, I want to thank every one of my followers, and everyone that has ever supported my work. You all mean so much to me. Whenever I feel like I'm not good enough to be a professional artist, you remind me that's not true.

And if you don't feel like waiting until August 19th, my regular commissions are still wide open!

Good luck everyone, and may the odds be ever in your favor!

[cephalopadre]

its j-decker's 30th birthday!!! hbd to my most beloved of comfort shows

[shoyostar]

original pinned

[ ARCHIVING! ]

hi hii so,,, after a lot of thought and contemplating i think it’d be best for me to archive this blog </3

i came to tumblr nearly a year ago and it’s been fun but now i’m drained + uninspired, n i js have so much stress n negative emotions associated w this blog that now its time to leave and maybe start anew ?

who knows! :>

i’ve gone back and forth with if i should delete my works here or not bcs ik lots of people love them but they’ve js been a constant bad reminder to me and i’m not proud of most of them anymore :<< but as of rn i’ll be leaving them + this blog up!!

(may change in the future but i’m scared of the deact button LOL)

js kinda being on here stresses me out and its no longer fun so i hope that by doing this i can have some peace + you still get to read my old stuff :3

i started this blog js before my first year of uni and i never expected to stay this long on tumblr honestly,, like i was js gonna post a bit for fun n delete my acc LOL but i’m vv thankful for the almost 2k of you who stuck around and enjoyed my writing ^_^

youre all vv sweet n i wish i couldve provided more writing on here for yall to read before archiving this blog TvT i feel like i have nothing here honestly LOL

if my blog does deact, i may repost my fics on my new blog but for now i js wanna be lwk on here and not have to worry abt updating so many series at the same time (so sorry to all dfh, vbs, loveholic ++ all other fans of my ongoing series :<< the stress to write and update is too much for me to handle 😞)

please take care of yourselves and i hope to catch you again someday if you find me !! :3

bye bye!

[anna-proxx]

𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚?

just a silly little something as I wait for my highlights to set in at the hairdresser.

Arthur – Of course I’ll invite my husband. I’d ask him to dance with me and then sing together when he gets drunk.

John – Absolutely. As long as it’s not a pool party, then he’d probably feel a little excluded (unless we give him a float; imagine him floating around on a pink donut).

Dutch – Maybe, but only if he doesn’t talk about business and his plans.

Hosea – Yes, can’t have a birthday party without my favorite dad!

Miss Grimshaw – Yes, she’d probably keep everyone in check, though she should definitely just have the night for herself.

Sean – Can’t have a party without him! Come on, have a seat next to me.

Lenny – Invited for sure, I love him!

Mary-Beth – She’s the sweetest, of course I’ll invite her. And put some candy and flowers to the invitation.

Sadie – Is that even a question? For sure!!

Karen – Of course I’ll invite you, just don’t overdrink and you two keep it down if you sneak out with Sean.

Tilly – She’s invited for sure!

Molly – Yes sweetheart, you’re invited, but girl, we need to talk, that man doesn’t deserve you.

Bill – As long as he behaves, yes! You’re invited. And I’ll make sure nobody insults you.

Uncle – I’ll invite him, he can sing drunken songs with us and I’ll let him sleep if he passes out.

Charles – MY LOVE, of course you’re invited.

Javier – Invited as well, he can play guitar and sing Spanish songs to me. <3 And kiss me if he wants to.

Micah – No.

Strauss – Hmmmm maybe, I’m still mad about the debts though.

Swanson – Yes, just keep your “bible” at home please.

Kieran – Yes he’s invited and I’ll make sure to include him, not like in the camp where he’s constantly on the side. :(

Pearson – Sure, he can tell us about the navy, I’ll let him.

Abigail – Yes queen, you’re invited, I love you!

Jack – Of course he’s invited! I’d make sure to bring lots of candy just for him.

Trelawny – Yes, he can make cool tricks and keep the party going.

Cain – Can’t forget this honorable member of the gang, he can stay and at least he can be safe away from Micah. >:(

[deimosatellite]

ahh sorry mentally ill hours heres my silly raskolnikov and alyosha karamazov fuckass manga idea creatures again

[trobeds]

they shouldve done a community laser tag episode

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

OC Questions Tag!

thank you so much for the tag @residentdormouse learning anything about Hayden always brings me joy

i'm doing this for Tessa, obviously, since she's my main girl rn

rules: answer the questions and tag some people. answer for however many ocs you want, i suppose

Tessa Elise Abernathy

Five words to physically describe your OC (do you have a drawing? even better!)

No drawing sadly, I cannot draw to save my life. But words I can do: Casual. Western. Warm. Motherly. Petite.

Who inspired your OC? (can be your mom to a very famous fungi)

There is a lot of "me" in Tessa, tbh. But there is also a lot of my own mother because I wanted her to be very motherly and kind and selfless and my mom is all of those things to a T.

Give me a song to define your OC (I will listen to it to enter in your WIP mood!)

Wide Open Spaces by The Chicks is Tessa's theme song!

If I met your OC on the street how would they greet me?

Girl (gender neutral), you are walking away from that random encounter with a new friend and an offer to help you move or grocery shop or whatever else task you can think of. Tessa is greeting you with a warm smile, asking what your name is and how you're doing, and listening intently to every word you say. She's just very polite despite her shyness and is very giving of herself lol maybe a little too much.

Can your OC be your best friend? Why?

Oh, absolutely! We're both pretty introverted and shy by nature, so it might take us a minute to talk to one another if we were in school together or something. But we're quite similar and would get along well I think.

One adjective and one noun to describe your OC

Resolute. Sunlight.

No pressure tags: @saltysideblog @blue-aconite @yanna-banana @bobfloydsbabe

[charliexspring]

ah, dearest readers,

let us turn our attention to a most momentous occasion. it is with great pleasure and a heart full of gratitude that i announce the achievement of a most splendid milestone: i have now amassed 2000 loyal followers. to each and every one of you who has joined me on this delightful journey, i extend my deepest thanks. your unwavering support is the very tonic that fuels my photoshop.

in celebration of this grand event, i have prepared a most delightful diversion. a poll, if you will, featuring my favourite tv shows, characters, otps (one true pairing, for the uninitiated), and found family dynamics that grace my humble blog. i urge you, dear readers, to cast your vote for your favourites.

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[sadquickchristmassnowman]

“we can have a candlelight vigil like lesbians on the news!!!” episode 2 and annie “girlkisser” edison is already longing for bits of that wlw lifestyle. I know what you are

[enobariasdistrict2]

what my favorite thg characters would be doing in a modern au: (i did as many characters as i could but bolded my favorites)

cashmere, former lingerie model, now a makeup artist

gloss being a men's underwear model

glimmer works as a student at the cosmetology school effie runs, training to become a hairdresser while pursuing fashion design as a side hobby

marvel as an aspiring and semi-successful actor even if it's just in commercials

cato, former college football star, as a personal trainer

clove and enobaria teach self defense/knife throwing classes and clove considers pursuing professional cooking one day

brutus... probably does the same thing cato does

beetee & wiress design technology/are computer programmers/software engineers (can you tell idk how that industry really works) for a big company

haymitch is a bartender but he also hangs around effie's cosmetology school like a surly and mean cat that wants attention

annie cresta is a marine biology student at the graduate level at university somewhere and is doing research/getting a phD (or a master's idk the difference sorry)

finnck works for the same modeling company gloss does but does beach themed shoots/products and helps with his father's fishing gear store

peeta is obviously a baker and delly works at the bakery as well

katniss teaches archery classes to local children to take them off their parents' hands

prim is at nursing school getting a degree with plans to be a nurse practitioner

foxface studies botany/plant biology at the same college annie does

gale.... uhm. i don't care about him but i'll say he either works in a warehouse, a 9 to 5 in an office somewhere, or assists katniss's hunting classes. i think he'd like college though so maybe he'd learn something there

madge is a strawberry farmer!

johanna... is difficult to predict as to what she would want in a modern au but i think she would work a 9 to 5 at something because, money, and then run a snarky podcast on the side/have a popular twitter account

lucy gray baird is an old famous singer-actress from glamorous 50s style hollywood, like evelyn hugo, and coral can be lucy gray's celia st james

i couldn't think of much for the rest of the bosas characters sorry

[wexhappyxfew]

Also! 29 on OTP dialogue for Annie and Brady?

HI JAMIEEEE!!! thank you so much for this other prompt as well!!! sorry it took a bit to get to! :) i must say, this idea swirled in my head for a bit and then, when i felt things in writing were finally going the way i wanted them to, i felt ready to post this!! thank you again!!!! :D

a little while longer

(a/n): for the annie x brady girlies, with a mix of angst and fluff all at once!!! to say the least, these two have my whole heart and just !!!!!! there was an anon awhile back talking about brady freaking out if he ever saw annie injured or wounded in the slightest way - and well....here ya go! prompt: don't lie to me. i was there.

The soup was probably the best thing she could've had in that moment - despite what little warmth this place provided, the soup was sure to give her enough strength to keep her going. She'd been up most of the night with a nasty, wheezing cough, her nose running and her throat sore as all get-out. Now, with her stomach feeling sour, nose run red from the amount of times she'd wiped it, she felt like she'd been drug behind a truck and tried standing again. But, for now, this little bowl of soup was making her incredibly happy.

Annie looked up and towards where Brady was, sat taking up spoonful after spoonful of soup himself, getting every last bit her possibly could. She had to admit, she was worried about him more often than not - because he spent the majority of his time worrying about her, especially in the past few days. So seeing him eat his fill and focus on himself, settled her for the time being.

"Guys. Guys!" yelling started down the hallway, along with a banging all along the wooden walls of this sad excuse for barracks. Annie met Buck's eyes from beside her at the table and watched as everyone in the tiny bunk room looked towards the doorway to find Benny DeMarco racing in, eyes wide and bloodshot as he made an attempt to catch his breath.

"What is it, Benny?" Bucky said, pushing up from where he leaned against a bunk, forgetting about his soup and focused on the rather frantic nature of Benny there in front of them. Benny took a minute to catch his breath and then pointed outside.

"They got a new group comin' in. Margie may be in that group. We gotta go look." he said quickly, before disappearing again out the door. Annie watched that now-empty doorway and slowly turned to meet Kennedy and Bessie's eyes - there was something unspoken between the three of them that the boys hadn't entirely clued into or focused on. But coming in as a woman was one thing; having survived that level of interrogation was another.

Margie had to.

She had to be in that group.

She was more hopeful than half of them combined.

"Let's go." Annie said, moving to her feet, buttoning her coat and wrapped that scarf around her neck, "C'mon." She was the first out the door, hurrying down the hall, a few echoing footsteps behind her as she pushed outside and attempted to seek out Benny in the crowd. She caught sight of his beanie, and began, rather slowly, moving through the open area towards the gates.

As she got closer, she watched, as if in shaky, frantic real-time capture, as Benny moved along the fence, yelling out, over and over again, before tearing around the edge of the wiring and disappearing into the crowd.

Annie felt her face grow cold and stoic, her shoulders pressed high, her chin pointed up. Her heart pounded as she turned around the edge of the gate and found Benny there on the ground, pulling a rather fragile looking, collapsed, corpse of Margie Harlowe on the ground, her face bloodied, her clothing practically hanging off of her form, and her one shoulder looking twisted in all the wrong places. Then, standing over them, was whom she could only assume as one of the German soldiers who had been begrudgingly dragging Margie along.

This was one of her girls, her flight engineer; bright, sunny Margie, with that beautiful blonde hair that was now all haphazard angles around her shoulders, bright blue eyes that were red and filled with tears and beautiful rosy cheeks that were scarred and bloodied.

Annie slowly looked up at the German who stood silent and still, overtop where Margie was half alive in Benny's arms, her cries weak and pained, Benny's comfort only doing so much to erase the pain of reality.

Annie couldn't take it anymore.

She took three, wide steps forward right into the German's face, without much thought for her own self and stared up at him, her body rigid, her eyes narrowed.

"She's already half-dead," Annie practically spat out, "did you really have to drag her in the dirt like a dying dog!" Any sort of celebration and welcoming immediately went quiet as people turned to look at the female lieutenant who was currently losing it on one of the Germans. Annie's throat tightened.

"How can you just stand there!" Annie managed out again, but she knew she had messed up long before she even had opened her mouth. She should've stayed with her soup, let Benny handle all this. But she couldn't. This was one of her girls, this was Margie Harlowe.

Without warning, the German had grabbed her by the shoulders and swung her around him right into the dirt, her body hitting the ground with a rough whimper, her eyes closing at the pain shooting through her body.

"Annie, don't," came Margie's quiet cry.

"Don't touch her." Benny said, his voice drowned out by the sudden kick of the German's booted foot into Annie's side. She curled into a ball with a strangled cry, tears squeaking out of her eyes, her body begging for some sort of reprieve that wasn't this.

When the German had stepped away, angrily spitting down on her, she heard yelling and a commotion somewhere behind her, which was enough to make her sit up, weakly at that, looking past Benny and Margie in his arms and a few stragglers hanging about.

There, just past them, was Brady, screaming and yelling, being held back by Bucky and Murphy as best as they could hold him, Brady's eyes dead set on the German officer who walked away casually and calmly. Annie turned her quivering eyes to Brady again and watched as he broke free of the bodies holding him back and stomped across the open bit of land, taking his hands on the front of the Germans uniform and slamming him against the rusty wiring, yelling, over and over.

"Don't you dare fucking touch her again!" Brady yelled, his voice sounding like a wild animal's, guttural and raw, as the German yelled back, "Don't lie to me. I was there! I saw you hit her! Don't touch her again!" It didn't take long for the German officer to yell something in German, before swinging at Brady, sending him to the ground.

The brawl turned into a power struggle, the German kicking and punching Brady there on the ground, Brady all but weakened and defenseless. Finally, the two were separated and bodies were left behind and the few groupings that had been out were left behind by the Germans, only watched by guards in the towers. Annie watched as Bucky helped Brady to his feet, Brady struggling to find his footing, before ignoring any possible help, as he ambled over to Annie.

"Annie." he managed out, his voice sounding weak as he collapsed on the ground beside her, his hands reaching forward - he was always reaching for her, they always were with one another - and placing themselves against her cheeks, his thumbs rubbing in circles, "He should've never have hit you. I swear to fucking-"

"John." Annie whispered, slowly bringing her hands to his own cheeks, "You've gotta calm down."

"Not when they hit you, Annie. He did it because he-"

"John." she managed out again, "I'm okay. It's…..Margie." Brady watched her and some sort of realization seemed to hit him. He knew how important the women of Silver Bullets were to her, beyond anything, beyond even herself.

Slowly, the two looked over to Margie there, wrapped in Benny's arms, those tears running down her bloodied cheeks, grasping onto Benny like it was her lifeline. Annie managed to pull herself to her feet, Brady beside her, their hands linking to one another for some sort of support, before she fell to the ground in front of Benny and Margie, her hands shaking as she reached forward. Margie flinched at Annie's touch, her eyes immediately welling with tears - what could they have done to you?

"Hey, Margie, it's me." Annie whispered, reaching her hand forward and softly cupping the girl's cheek, brushing her thumb over her pink, wounded skin, "You're okay." Margie looked up at her with those water-filled blue eyes and let out a croaky cry, reaching up a free hand to lay gently against Annie's hand and nodded.

"I can't believe….I found…you all." Margie managed out, "Benny saw me first……I didn't want anyone to get hurt." Benny let out a quiet, wet laugh, as if holding in any tears he was trying not to shed. Annie looked to Brady, whose face had grown soft and gentle. Brady watched Annie, his face full of love and adoration, that same look she'd gotten the privilege of seeing anytime he watched her.

"You didn't have to go beat up any Germans, Brady." Margie managed out, her hand still grasping Annie's tightly, "You're too kind." The three of them laughed again at Margie's words, before Annie's eyes filled with tears and Margie seemed to notice.

"Don't cry, Bradshaw, I'm still here." Margie said softly, "Look at me."

"I thought you were dead," Annie managed out, her throat filled with emotion, "I should've looked for you….tried to get you to safety-"

"Don't go saying that, Bradshaw," Margie managed out, before letting out a wet, rattling cough, "I got to see Brady beat up a German for a bit. It was worth it."

"I promise it felt just as good as it looked." Brady said quietly.

"Don't give yourself that much credit." Benny offered and the group fell into small bits of laughter again.

By the time they'd gotten Margie up and in the comforting arms of Benny and Bucky who had come racing over like a bat out of hell, Annie had turned to Brady, looking at him bathed in cold sunshine, his face more stressed and sunken in these days, but still the Brady from that first day on base. They watched one another and she smiled slightly, reaching up to run a finger beside the cut near his eyebrow.

"Let me help you dress that," she whispered quietly, her hand cradling his cheek, as he watched her, "thank you for doing that." Brady clenched his jaw.

"He shouldn't have even touched you."

"I shouldn't have gotten in his face. I shouldn't have said a word-"

"You did the right thing, Annie, I know that. They gotta have a little humanity in this place."

"There's barely an ounce of that here." she whispered, voice sorrowful and sad. Brady watched her, before bringing up a hand to clasp around her one against his cheek. For a second, it looked like Brady was going to say something else, but he bit his tongue and continued to watch her instead.

"Does your chest hurt?" he whispered to her, "I'll help you wrap it. I'll scrounge some bandage."

"Only a little," she whispered back, "I'm more worried about your chest. He hit you pretty hard." Brady smiled softly at her and stepped forward, cradling her face in his hands, his beautiful eyes on her own.

"Let me take care of you." he whispered to her, "Let me hold you, just a little while longer." Annie stared up at him and flitted her eyes across his face and lips, before settling on that scar again.

"Only if you let me wrap up your chest." she whispered back to him.

"Only if I can wrap yours." he said back. She stared at him and then smiled softly, nodding, "Is it tender?"

"I'll be okay." she whispered, "You know that."

"I know." Brady whispered, "Sometimes I just….." Annie watched him, her big eyes holding him in her gaze, watching as he watched her back, their emotions hitting a head.

"What?" Annie asked quietly, her voice hidden it felt by the sweeping winds this place had. Brady couldn't get his eyes off her it felt, and like it were the most delicate thing in the world, he pulled her into his arms, probably the warmest hug she'd had since arriving here, and stayed like that. Her heart raced in his embrace and as he pulled back, she looked up into his face right in front of her and licked her lips. The corner of his mouth lifted upwards and she felt her body shiver. Something pulled her closer, she wanted to be closer than they already had been.

"Hey!" Brady and Annie seemed to bounce apart, and they turned to find Bucky walking closer, all smug, hands in his pockets, "We're gonna get Margie comfortable."

"Right." Annie said, stepping back and smoothing out her normally, crumpled clothes, catching Brady's eyes for a second and then pushing her hair behind her ears, "Let's go." She hurried away, towards where Benny was still walking with Margie, as Bucky came to Brady's side. Brady stared at Bucky, who smirked and clapped his shoulder.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing," Bucky said, "quite the dragon slayer though, huh."

"Shut up."

"You tell her yet?"

"Shut up, Bucky."