#don’t hate me for this🙏

[xoalin4]

Childhood headcanons I imagine for nikto.

Again, this is pure what I imagine his childhood to be like, hence headcanon.

And therefore when I make a story of him or bot, I go with what I hc.

TW for: mentions of abuse, drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, blood, bullying (is that even a tw?). If you are sensitive to any of that, do not read.

I like to think that he had a very abusive childhood, like severely.

His mother was a complete deadshit. Drug attic and straight alcoholic. Leaving bottles all over the shitty house he had to live in.

She smoked a lot also, the house never smelt of anything else but cigarettes. Also to say she was quite a whore.

She would call nikto stuff like ‘useless child’ ‘pathetic shit’ ‘mistake’ and all sorts of names. His mother just never liked him at all, said he ‘looks to much like his father’.

She would often get angry at him because he couldn’t get her more cigarettes/alcohol because he was too young to get it.

She would then repeatedly smack him in the back of the head and saying stuff like “good for nothing child! I knew I should have gotten rid of you the moment I found out I was pregnant!” Ect.

Not to mention his father, his father was straight evil. His mother he could deal with, as she wasn’t that strong and a woman.

Oh but his father, he dreaded when his father came home from work each day. Dreaded the weekends even more because his father would be in the house for those days.

It was bad enough that most of the time his father was butt-fuck drunk. Which made him even worse.

His father would often beat him till he coughed up blood, was a crying mess on the floor in his own blood. Had broken/bruised ribs and cuts all over his body.

He swears there wasn’t a moment In his life that he wasn’t limping around to go to school. Always in jumpers and long pants to hide his battered body.

He completely feared his father, utterly terrified of him. Especially since he couldn’t fight back then because he was just a child and his father was stronger than him.

And hated his father even more because he looked exactly like his father. The same pitch black hair (he has black hair, talk to the wall if you think I’m wrong) and same blue eyes with the same facial features.

And even at school, not even the kids there were nice. Always wanting a go at him because he was the ‘quiet kid’ in school. Which led to him getting into multiple fights in school and getting sent to the principals office.

He feared that the most, getting sent to the principals office, because he knew his father would be the first one to know. Which led to him getting another beating the moment he got home.

He ran away from home when he was 15, he just couldn’t do it anymore. Stayed with one of his friends (only) for a couple of days until he got a job and enough money to afford a scabby apartment.

With his life away from his parents, he had free will to do whatever. Which led to his friends showing him some stuff and bringing him places.

One of those places was a brothel, which is where he had his first time at 15. And he just found himself going back there at least once each week.

He loved sex, loved the feeling of a woman’s body and the look of it. Loved when some of the women would let him wrap his hand around their throat while he fucks them.

That became one of his sources to get relief and relax after a tiresome week. He never really liked it when a woman was on top of him, just felt wrong to him and made him feel weak, like when he couldn’t fight off his father from beating him. So he never really allowed them on top.

I do not know how old he was when he joined the military, tho I like to think he did when he was 21. Built his body up enough and just decided he didn’t want to be working that shit job for the rest of his life.

Well that’s it, bit harsh, yes? Man never had peace once in his life😞 unless he was balls deep inside a woman that is.

[wishchip106]

happy pride to these guys they’re pretty cool ig

[chososcamgirl]

rereading my smau’s and i realise there are texts i accidentally deleted that i didn’t clock so they don’t even make fucking sense why did no one say anything this is embarrassing

[hanafubukki]

The fires keeps spreading….please stop spreading 😭😭 winds please stop already 🙏🙏

Being surrounded by fires 😭😔 its getting me stressed and very concerned.

I’m going to stress reblog, if I’m more quiet today…that’s why.

Praying the winds die down and the fires get contained 🙏🙏🙏

[ducktracy]

The Invader was probably my favorite character in the movie, at first I was confused why Marvin wasn't playing the alien antagonist role, but by the end this guy really stood out on his own

THE INVADER IS A LOT OF FUN! tbh i didn’t really have any strong feelings on him at first (pig and duck bias), but i was able to appreciate him a lot more in my latest rewatch in the theater. it would have been neat to see Marvin in his place, especially since Duck Dodgers (the show) shows that he does have the capacity to be a serious threat, BUT i love how limber and exaggerated his animation could be. i think he fits the hysteria of the film well while also preserving the more slow, creeping moments. i love Marvin and would have loved to have seen him (again, rip to the Duck Dodgers film proposed in the ‘90s), but i ultimately think The Invader was the best call because a) the “synergy” and recognizability of Marvin could maybe be a bit distracting and take away from any threat he posed, and b) his whole thing is that he’s an absolute dweeb!! Chuck Jones originally named him Antwerp because he looks like an ant and he’s a twerp! and as the story of the film survives now, i think casting an entirely new character was the best bet for preserving the sort of intimidation they were wanting to go for

[skeletal-butterflyy]

Mike loves taking care of people. He loved taking of el in season one, and he loved taking care of will in season two, he loves feeling needed. He desperately wants to be the knight(paladin) that will sees him as. Mike and el love each other but not the way that mike and will do. Mike was only able to say he loves el because will told him that “el” would always need him no matter what:

Mike even says that he knows el doesn’t need him and that’s why they’re having problems. It isn’t mikes monologue that gets her out of Vecna’s vines, it’s max. We even see it in the last scene of s4 where el is separated from the rest of the group. She’s become independent, doesn’t need just mike, as a romantic interest, she’s not a damsel in distress. What she does need is the support of her friends and family.

You know who does need mike though? Will! He makes it clear through the painting and his monologue in the van scene, and we see how happy this makes mike, to know he really is needed. That’s why byler works.

[myokk]

“She’s tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me”😤😤😤

(Regency AU with Eloise and Sebastian inspired by my slow trek through Bridgerton these days & @bassicallymaestra ‘s AMAZING regency inspired art😮‍💨😇🙏)

[paul-ster]

Hated by Life Itself 🧸

Aka a fic I was SUPPOSED to finish and post after The Calm Before the Storm 😭 Plans changed yall. But I still wanted to put out the first chapter here at least so that I can be reminded that this fic exists :3

This fic mentions self harm and covers sensitive subjects. It gets graphic in this small excerpt, so if you are weary about those kinds of subjects, please scroll. I don’t want anyone to get hurt by anything I write :(

Ponyboy was only five when he first saw his dad doing it. He had needed to use the bathroom, and being five, he didn’t have the best patience skills. So, instead of knocking and waiting, he threw open the door. Mr.Curtis was on the toilet seat, except, he wasn’t using the bathroom.

He came face to face with Mr.Curtis, who seemed to have been crying. Eyes wide, Mr.Curtis grabbed Ponyboy's arm and shoved him in. He slammed the door shut, looking at Ponyboy as if Ponyboy was a threat to him. Ponyboy's eyes were also wide and his breathing stopped. On the toilet seat, Mr.Curtis had a razor to his thigh as blood dripped from a straight line. The blood beaded before gently falling to the side, almost sickening Ponyboy.

Ponyboy tried to avert his eyes from the grotesque scene in front of him. The sight of Mr.Curtis’s blood falling to the floor seemed to embed itself in his head. But, he couldn’t deny his need to use the bathroom any longer. “Daddy… potty,” Ponyboy said, kicking his legs a bit. Mr.Curtis still looked shell-shocked, but nodded, picking himself up and letting Ponyboy use the bathroom.

“Now you don’t tell anyone ‘bout this, okay little colt?” Mr.Curtis said as he ruffled Ponyboy's hair. The tears had seemed to magically disappear on Mr.Curtis’s face, but the blood on the floor hadn't disappeared. Ponyboy nodded, more so happy that he was able to use the restroom. Still, even when he had finished, he looked at his dad.

“Why do you do that?” His voice was barely audible and squeaky. Mr.Curtis felt a pang of regret as he tried to explain. Knowing that if he kept it a secret from Ponyboy, then Pony would tell his mom about it. And Mr.Curtis had already lied to her and told her that he quit…

“Sometimes daddy gets real stressed,” Mr.Curtis explained. “It’s something that only adults do, okay?” Ponyboy nodded, starting to fear the day that he got older and real stressed. Mr.Curtis drilled it into his head to never tell anyone about it. And Ponyboy knew what would happen if he did tell anyone… Still, he promised to Mr.Curtis that he would never do anything like that, and was sent on his way.

Ponyboy would’ve never said it was a main memory of his childhood. He would prefer to say that the main thing he remembered was spending time with the gang and trying to be older than what he was. Still, the memory hung in the back of his mind, and he still remembered the other times he had caught his dad.

It didn't help when Ponyboy thought to act older. He would catch himself thinking about doing the same thing Mr.Curtis would do when he was stressed. After all, only adults did it- right? But every time he thought that he would remember the blood and having to help his dad. Not to mention the constant secretary that he had to keep up. Something that he was only barely able to hide from the gang and even his own mother.

He couldn’t forget the amount of times he saw his dad run out of the bathroom, without even flushing the toilet. Ponyboy knew that every time he had done that, it was because he was real stressed. But, he also knew that what Mr.Curtis was doing wasn’t okay for him.

It carried on for what felt like forever, up until Ponyboy was 12 when something else had happened. Ponyboy tried to sit on the couch to forget what he had seen. This time his dad messed up badly and had to use an unusual amount of gauze. The sight had sickened Ponyboy to the core, just about every time he had tried to forget and close his eyes, the images would pop up. Knowing that he couldn’t do anything about it, he just looked at the ceiling.

Sodapop and Steve came into the house, calling a greeting as the door slammed behind them. Ponyboy's mind was still in a daze, confused as to why his dad would do that. Mrs.Curtis followed in behind Steve, carrying many bags. She dropped them off before going over to Ponyboy.

“Where’s your father?” Mrs.Curtis asked. Ponyboy swallowed thickly, unsure if he should even answer. Yet, he found his mouth speaking before he could think. “In the bathroom.”

Mrs.Curtis nodded, her face making a weird expression as she walked to the bathroom. A twisting feeling came to Ponyboy, causing him to start to feel anxious. His dad had drilled it into him that he couldn’t tell anyone, not even his mom, about what he had saw. Ponyboy listened as his mom knocked on the bathroom door, and how his dad answered.

“Hey Pony,” Sodapop greeted as he walked to the couch. Ponyboy nodded a reply, his ears straining to hear the rest of his parents’ conversation. Yet, Sodapop was adamant about talking to Ponyboy. “Do anything fun?” Soda asked. Ponyboy shrugged, “No.”

Before Sodapop could ask anything else, Steve called out. “Soda, we goin’ to the races or what?” Soda looked at Ponyboy worriedly. “Go Soda,” Ponyboy encouraged, still trying to listen to his parents. All he could make out was that his mom was now angry. A sick feeling came to Ponyboy’s throat as he listened.

Sodapop walked out with Steve, not before ruffling Ponyboy's hair. As he left, he watched as Ponyboy continued to stare at the ceiling, as if listening for something.

“Ya good Soda?” Steve asked as they started walking to Bucks. Sodapop looked back at his house, watching as Darry drove by in their father's truck. “Didya think that there's somethin’ botherin’ Pony?” Sodapop asked. Before he could get an answer, Darry slowed down near the duo, rolling down a window.

“Need a ride?” Darry asked. Steve nodded for both Sodapop and himself. They got into the truck, with Sodapop beating his own record for the longest he’d been silent. Steve and Darry shared worried looks as Darry drove. “Is there somethin’ wrong little buddy?” Darry asked, finally breaking Sodapop out of his trance.

“There was somethin’ botherin’ Pony when I and Steve went home…” Sodapop finally admitted. Darry's eyebrows furrowed, “Did he tell ya what it was?” Sodapop shook his head, glancing over to Steve. Steve shrugged.

“He was quiet but more quiet than usual,” Sodapop added. He looked out to the road, “It ain't like him to be that quiet.” Darry set a firm hand on Sodapops shoulders, trying to reassure him. “Maybe his head just got lost in a good book?”

Sodapop nodded, knowing that it wasn't the reason. But, he knew Steve wasn't going to like it if the reason he couldn't enjoy watching the races all because of his worry for Ponyboy. Pushing the fear aside, Sodapop plastered on a smile, pretending to think that Ponyboy was okay. After all- what did he have to be so worried about?

~

Ponyboy continued to sit on the couch until his mom and dad rushed past him. He stood up expectantly as his mom ushered his dad out of the house. Mr.Curtis seemed to be losing his balance, something that Ponyboy had never seen before.

He looked up to Mr.Curtis in an idolistic way. Seeing him weak sent an unknown pang of fear through Ponyboy. Mrs.Curtis tried to give him a reassuring smile but it fell short. Ponyboy watched as they both left the house leaving in their other car. The silence afterward felt like needles prickling under Ponyboy's skin as he sat back down on the couch.

For a moment he tried to understand what he saw. Did his mom know now? Was Mr.Curtis angry with the fact that she knew now? Or was he okay with it, thinking that maybe it was what was best? The thoughts swirled in Ponyboy's head as he shakily made his way to the kitchen. Before he could fully make it, he tripped on the bags.

With a “plan,” Ponyboy started to distract himself. He didn't want to think about his dad or anything in general. The earlier sight had still stuck with Ponyboy, embedding itself in his head to the point that he couldn't think of anything else. In easier terms, he was stressed.

And what do self-proclaimed adults do when stressed?

Ponyboy found himself in the same position his dad was in. The razor was pressed to his skin, something that he’d never thought he’d do. He felt his breath start to fasten as the razor slowly dragged-

“Is anyone home?” A voice yelled out through the house. Ponyboy froze, flinching at the pain and the sound of the voice. He heard as the voice kept calling out, but kept getting closer to the bathroom. A simple knock on the door was all he needed to quickly hide the evidence and open the bathroom door.

Two-Bit just looked at Ponyboy shocked when he came out. “Well I’ll be, I ain't never think ya to hide in the bathroom when your buddy comes!” Two-Bit exclaimed as he followed Ponyboy. Ponyboy made his way to the living room again, almost ashamed of what he did. The stinging pain in part of his thigh burned along his jeans as he walked.

He almost wanted to call himself weak for not being able to handle the small bout of pain. A part of him was surprised that his dad was able to do it easily without even flinching when his mom touched his thigh. But, he knew that he had to ignore it for now, at least until Two-Bit left. Yet, as time went on, it seemed as if Two-Bit was never going to leave.

“Kid?” Two-Bit's voice finally cut through Ponyboy's thoughts. He looked up, watching as Two-Bit walked up to him. “Wheres your mom and dad?” Two-Bit finally asked. Time felt as if it slowed down right then. All Ponyboy could think about was the sight he saw before with Mr.Curtis and the one that included Mrs.Curtis ushering Mr.Curtis out of the house. All because Ponyboy didn't tell anyone.

Ponyboy bit his lip, he didn't want to tell Two-Bit, mostly because of his loyalty to his dad. So, he found himself shrugging and getting up to make dinner. Two-Bit watched him carefully, almost as if Ponyboy was going to simply pass out on the floor. Ponyboy couldn't deny that he did feel like that. But, there was something else weighing on him to make him feel like that…

~

The familiar cheer of the crowd excited Sodapop. He loved every moment of it, the sounds, the conversations, and even the random fights that would happen. Darry and Steve stood nearby him, with Johnny making an appearance. Sodapop felt a pang of worry hit him as Johnny settled with the other three.

Dallas was racing, something that he was excellent at. Steve joked around, talking about how Dally probably rigged his horse on coke or something. It was enough to make the small group laugh for a moment before the gun went off. When it did, they watched in anticipation until finally, Dally's horse went through first.

Yells erupted in the crowd as people passed over lost money. The excitement should've been enough to push Sodapops mind off of his baby brother but it wasn't. He found himself starting to panic, thinking about what Ponyboy was stressed about. When the time finally came to go home, Sodapop never felt better.

“Two-Bit’s here?” Darry asked as he parked the truck. Everyone was in there, even Dally and Johnny. Sodapop felt a pang of relief go through him as he thought about Two-Bit watching over Ponyboy. However, he also noticed that his parents weren't there.

Quickly Sodapop ran into the house. He looked around and quickly saw Two-Bit and Ponyboy just having dinner. Relief washed over him as he walked up to Ponyboy. Ponyboy seemed different still, almost as if he wasn't fully there in the moment. Darry gave Sodapop a concerned look as Sodapop tried to talk to Ponyboy.

After a few futile attempts at conversation, Sodapop just decided to eat some dinner with Ponyboy. Darry looked around for a moment, catching the sight of their parents being gone. “Wheres mom and dad?” Darry asked, settling down with his own serving of food. Once again the fear seemed to build up in Ponyboy as he looked to Two-Bit for help.

Two-Bit just shrugged, “They were gone ‘fore I got ‘ere.” Darry nodded, catching a look as Ponyboy put his head lower. He refused to meet anyones eyes, something not too peculiar…

Once they were finished with dinner, they all started to mess around in the living room. Somehow Steve had gotten Ponyboy to talk, mostly to give rude retorts. Darry found himself feeling relieved as his baby brother seemed to start acting more and more like himself. Then, the front door opened.

Mr and Mrs.Curtis walked in, with Mrs.Curtis carefully holding up Mr.Curtis. Instantly Darry and Sodapop were trying to help them, careful with how they spoke. Ponyboy followed along, trying to see what had happened with his dad. Yet, Mrs.Curtis ushred them away, only asking for Ponyboy to stay.

Mr.Curtis sat on his bed as Mrs.Curtis went to make sure no one broke anything in her living room. Ponyboy shifted his weight on his feet as he looked at his dad. His dad looked tired, but also the familiar glint in his eyes stayed. It made Ponyboy feel uneasy though.

Usually, Ponyboy never got in trouble. And if he did, it was usually petty crimes. Yet, he felt as if he had just committed the worst crime. In a way- he did. He had betrayed his father's trust. Before Ponyboy could get any words out, Mr.Curtis just shook his head.

“Remember what I said Ponyboy,” Mr.Curtis said as he patted his lap. Ponyboy knew what was coming and so he put his head down and walked over. “You know what happens when you betray someone's trust?” Mr.Curtis asked, his voice booming in a way that only Ponyboy could hear. It scared Ponyboy to his very bone as he nodded…

It wasn't fun for Ponyboy but- he did learn something. Never to tell anyone what happened, or what he saw. Another thing he learned: was how to “deal” with stress, the Curtis way.

But he’d never do it.

Right?

[cheekyvix3n]

//// that one meme that shows Mike Wazowski trying to h4ng himself but I drew it has Fishy Boopkins 😭‼️

Are you winning Boopkins?

Original:

Merry Christmas 😻😻🙏

[purerae]

ARE YOU STILL HERE 😭😭🥹

HIIHII yes i am !! just trying to keep up w my work +lectures ;; also suffering from writers block ✊😞 (have no idea what to write </3)

i’ve been trying to write about my yandere characters but i either don’t like it or have nothing to write about LOL

I really want to get back into writing about yanderes so plsplspls if any of you guys have any asks about my yanderes or new yandere ideas pleasseee request some !!!!

Also i’ve noticed some people reading room 42 on wattpad and those chapters are so badly written, i’d advise against it because i’m cringing even thinking about it, but i am slowly fixing/improving them and will upload them on here soon (i hope)

[amphirrhvx]

a redraw of a cageblind piece I did back in december ❤️🩵💤

original drawing under the cut :)

[theghoulboysblog]

Different annon here. One simple subscriber only video they could do is just extend the podcast like Jordan and Jarvis do with Sad Boyz

THIS IS A VERY GOOD IDEA!!!! :) honestly yeah! or just like… extend any series. kinda like they did with puppet history!!! I liked those :) i also would like if they posted a little extra hang out vid of shane and ryan every now and then. just them doing a little activity or something. idk i just like watching them and wish not even necessarily that I could get more out of my watcher tv payment, but that there could be more incentive to get new ppl to wanna join bc I WANT THEM TO SUCCEED LIKE I LOVE THEM. and who doesn’t love shane and ryan being weird together like?!?!

[bemorekleinman]

yes I know my anxiety was lying to me the past 200 times but what if this time it’s right

[idkilikef1xd]

So I was bored again (like always) and I drew this

A beautiful WOMAN :D

[goldenlol]

Today was definitely a day so far!!

These are actually my emotions today but my bff woke up and now I do feel better :3 ily bro

[bubblycherry07]

Please don't tag me in tag games. I've specifically written that in my intro post. It feels pressuring for me.

Oh sorry! I totally forgot… I was trying to think of moots I talk to the most 😓