#based on a text post

[librarianbabs]

embarrassing dad battinson

based on this post that I can’t stop thinking about

[buckleydiazincorrect]

Buck: i think we should have glowstick juice injected into our bones when we’re born so if we break em we get a fun little surprise

Eddie: whats the surprise?

Hen: blood poisoning

[condemnhim]

Why tally hall broke up

Based on this post https://www.tumblr.com/pidoop/658320731854290944/boimgfrog-catsnraincoats-boimgfrog (how do I put in hyperlinks???)

[strawberry-tuesdhays]

i just love birds :>

[fnibbit-fanart]

Trying some Leo angst

Original post is from @lotus-1313 (thanks for putting this idea into my head)

[sic-transit-morgen]

The Court of Wronged Women

We were in the cramped women’s restroom, checking ourselves in the mirror and trading sticks of gum, when the girl shoved her way through the door. She had been crying and broke out into choking sobs as she leaned against the wall, trying, and failing to dry her face. Her makeup had long since run a shimmery path down her cheeks. We all turned to look at her, not in judgement but in concern. The girl nearest the crying girl quickly pulled her into a hug and looked to the rest of us for help.

“What’s wrong baby doll?” she drawled in a thick southern accent. She stroked her hands comfortingly down her blonde hair and pulled the girl’s face to make eye contact. “What’s your name?”

“S-Sadie,” the girl blinked away a blinding layer of tears and looked at the other girl.

“What’s wrong, honey?” she asked again, as we all crowded closer in solidarity.

“My ex,” she began, “We broke up last week, but he still had a key, and he came and took my cat!” Sadie began wailing anew. The girl holding her drew Sadie into her arms and shushed her as if she were a baby. So that’s what had her crying in a club.

“What a dick!” another girl said loudly, the rest of us shouting our agreement with various insults towards a man we didn’t even know. He had to be a dick, taking a girl’s best friend from her own home. A violation in so many ways.

“So, some asshole has your cat?” I asked, stepping towards her, a tissue from my purse held in offering, “And you’re in the club crying about it?”

Many glittery, made-up eyes turned my direction in a mass scold that I felt in my bones. I kept my eyes on Sadie, who glared at me incredulously. Even through her despair and a few drinks, she was taken aback at my audacity.

“What else am I supposed to do?” she threw her arms out, pushing away the other’s comfort, who was also looking at me accusingly.

“Get it back?”

“You don’t think I’ve tried?” The girl’s eyes glazed with fresh tears, “He says he doesn’t have her, and he won’t let me over to check. But I know it was him,” her lip began to tremble again as she sagged her shoulders in defeat, “I thought coming here would keep my mind off her. I miss her so much.” Sadie let out a shaky sob and allowed the southern girl to pull her in again.

They were all looking at me. Their expressions were a mix of anger towards Sadie’s ex and disdain for me. I steeled my face back at them, suddenly sobered by the thoughts running through my head.

I opened my mouth to begin, just as the door was thrown open, a stranger who had no idea the turmoil happening in such a small club restroom. She skidded to a halt as her eyes met the glare of ten other women and the hysterical cries of Sadie, now against the sinks, her hands clutching tearstained tissues. She seemed to understand, though, and gave an apologetic smile as she backed out silently.

“What’s his name?” I tried again, stepping towards Sadie, my arms crossed against the glares and murmurs of the others in attendance of this court of wronged women. She just blinked at me. “I have an idea.”

I offered another tissue, a white flag, a peace offering. She looked at it, then back to me, taking the proffered truce. It seemed she could see the determination in my expression as she straightened and looked me dead in the eyes.

“Zack,” she said, her voice still for the first time since bursting into our peaceful gathering. “Zack Marshall.”

[lokh]

communication is key 💪

[thenightisland]

people trying to insist a fandom is tiny when it /only/ has a few thousand works on ao3 meanwhile my current fandom is a sixteen book series and has several hundred fewer works than goncharov, a movie that, and i cannot stress this enough, doesn’t even exist

[skyartworkzzz]

Like The Other Ones

HI YES IM FINALLY DONE HOLY SHIT

OKAY SO this was based off on my own gameplay of COTL, I noticed that everytime Id put food orders in, Narinder would usually be the one to prepare them And honestly? We love a malewife in this house so I dig that for him, ma guy is a skilled cook <3

As I wrote down the dialogue, it just got deeper than I expected SO HERE YALL GO WITH A FULL ASS COMIC ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP, ENJOY!!!!

This shit took me weeks Ill go recharge my soul now brb-

[dragonpyre]

Batman: and this is my precious son

Red Hood: FUCK you

Batman: he bites sometimes but we still love him

[u3pxx]

harry du bois found dead in martinaise

[rice-enjoyer]

[smokin-salmon]

Fuck it. *Makes the old woman cry*

[strawberry-tuesdhays]

of course you have blood all over you. and pronouns

[redysetdare]

All this aroace character shipcourse has proven to me that a majority of people that interact in fandom cannot actually interact with characters and media outside of shipping and genuinely I believe you need to learn how to interact with media outside of shipping.

[sic-transit-morgen]

The Court of Wronged Women

“That bad, huh?” he said with a smirk. I opened and closed my mouth like a dumb fish, my body frozen in place under his gaze. “Did he already pass out?” He leaned around me to peer through the crack in the door.

“Quiet,” I whispered loudly, shaking my limbs back into action, and pushed him away from the room. “Please don’t wake him up. I have to go.”

I could feel his eyes on me as I marched to the couch where Snickers was.

Or, where she wasn’t.

My eyes widened, and my heart raced. What the hell? She was just right here! I snapped my head around, trying not to let my panic take over. She had to be here somewhere. I was throwing the blankets from their pile to the floor when I heard a tiny “meow” from behind me. I spun back to Zack’s roommate.

Snickers was at his feet, rubbing lazily against his ankles. He bent to pick her up and threw me a knowing grin.

“I guess I better say my goodbyes,” he said as he scratched the cat under the chin, holding her like a baby. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“W-what?” I stammered, my feet rooted to the rug, “What do you mean? What are you talking about?”

“I had a feeling you were here for her,” he said without taking his eyes off the cat in his arms, now a puddle of purring fluff, “His ex has been here a few times looking for her cat, and every time he makes me hide Snickers in my room. I’ve become quite fond of her,” he let out a small laugh and looked up at me, “But Zack hates her. He’s only keeping her because he’s a dick.”

I let my arms relax at my sides. We were on the same page, at least. Good, I had been about to snatch the animal and run like hell.

“So you’ll let me take her back to Sadie?” I stepped slowly towards him, my arms outstretched. I felt like the guy in Jurassic Park. No sudden movements. He might change his mind if I startle him.

He contemplated me for a long moment, the room silent save for the loud purring from Snickers. I held my breath.

“Fine.” He gently dropped her into my arms and stood to the side, clearing the way to the front door. I went quickly to it and turned to thank him. He held up a hand to stop me and smiled. “But, like I said. I think she’s cute, and I’d like to see her again.”

My mouth snapped shut so hard I’m pretty sure he heard it. Fighting the heat rising to my cheeks, I returned to the door.

“We’ll see,” I said, a little too loudly, and flung the door open with my free hand. Before he could reply, I flew down the hallway, a low laugh following me to the elevator as he closed the apartment door behind me.