#fwi

[that-one-i-think]

Me *Very accepting of neo pronouns*

Friend: Hey, I want you to call me *VERY KINK RELATED PRONOUNS THAT I KNOW IS THEIR KINK*

Me: I am not comfortable with that, I-

Friend: YOU ARE INVALIDATING MY GENDER

Me: I JUST DON'T WANT TO CALL YOU DADDY?!

Friend: WHY? Not like you have a dad anyway!

[piononostalgia]

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Nicolas Babin

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Street Art. 🪁

[zo972]

[frederic-fournel]

[cubbihue]

Timmy's graduation from Pixies' Academy was a very filled very chaotic day. Peri did his very best to behave! He didn't want to make a fuss on Timmy's big day!!!

But when you get a bunch of green stuff and no soda with your food, that's when you've had enough.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

Instability: [Next]

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

I saw the wording ‘baby Venus vampire trap Stan’ and they meant teen! Stan but imagine if it’s the whole deaging no memory Stan who is also now a Venus vampire trap. This kid being like “Uncle sixer, vampires aren’t real!!” While Ford is hyperventilating in the background

Hey, not only is this funny I could make this so much worse :)

Stan gets stalked by a vampire with a taste for kids but Stan gets away by biting them. Just like teen Stan this vamp is too proud and too stubborn to let one kid get the best of them and stalks and hunts Stan over and over, only for Stan to get away every time via biting, filling him up with vamp blood and making him sick. Stan and Ford are convinced he's turning into a vampire, except because he hasn't actually been turned none of the tests come up as positive for vampirism and they sadly come to the conclusion that vampires aren't real :/

Then Stan gets rushed to the hospital because he collapses or something at school (no way are his parents taking him after all), the vampire takes advantage of the panic of the situation to finally drain Stan, and he dies on the way to the hospital. Some vamp doctor realizes what happened, fakes Stan's death, and kidnaps him before he wakes up so he doesn't turn the hospital/his family into a blood bath. If the doctor was altruistic or just wanted a easy vamp kid doesn't matter, because Venus Vampire Trap Stan wakes up wherever their nest was set up, drains all the adult vampires dry and disappears into the night, lost and confused, miles away from home and with no one looking for him and no real way to get back to Glass Shard Beach (can't trust the cops after all). Becomes a homeless immortal kid eating all the messed up vampires jumping homeless kids at night, barely scraping by as vampires aren't as widespread yet and just trying to get home (Not realizing how much time has passed. Time goes slow if your hungry or something, right? Its only been maybe a month, maybe a year? How many winters? It seems likes its been a lot but no... he's still a kid... it can't have been that long. He must just be so lost he's going super far north where its always cold then super far south where its always hot! That makes sense!)

Meanwhile Fords hit with the devastating news that Stan died in the hospital. Whatever he had was so awful they won't let anyone see the body, and now he's all alone in the world. No friends, no protection, grades slipping from depression. Eventually he manages to move on through shutting himself down and going through life emotionally closed off. Project still gets sabotaged, still meets Bill, is so lonely and desperate for validation he falls for Bill's manipulation, gets tricked, unleashes vamp apocalypse. Starts hunting vampires, makes friends, builds a vampire hunting organization. Its up and running for maybe a year, when it happens.

Doing a regular hunt, trying to find the vampires set up in some town or another, sees some kid kicking a can out far too late and rushes to help when he gets jumped. Circles around the alley to see the kid, claws digging into the vamps shoulder and teeth deep in their neck, eyes gold and clearly draining them. They make eye contact and the kid freaks, letting go and babbling about how he was just minding his own business, and this creep attacked him, and- and-

And Ford is frozen, because even if its been twenty years and the kids covered in dirt, hair tangled and clothes patchy and torn, he knows Stan always and forever. Thats Stan, the same age he was when he 'died' and oh god.

Stan did die. He died twenty years ago long before Ford could have done anything to protect him. He died terrified and alone in a hospital and was snatched away, and-

Doesn't think vampires are real? What?

Stan tries to use Fords shock to skedaddle away, then yells as Ford snatches him, drops as Ford drugs him, then wakes up in a vampire proof cell surrounded by a bunch of wackos who think vampires are real and a weirdo who keeps trying to tell Stan he's Sixer. This guy can't be Sixer, because Sixer is at home, and they're twins? So Sixer is a kid old man guy, you can't fool Stan with these kinds of outrageous lies. Ford and him proved vampires weren't real ages ago after all. Will graciously admit that they're related, but Fords his uncle at best, not his brother.

So now Fords looking after his immortal vampire baby twin brother who's also a new species of vampire thats barely survived the last twenty years.

Fun bonus!

Stan's an eternal ambiguously nine to twelve year old. His metabolism when he died was crazy due to being a kid who was growing, and even if he's now dead an no longer growing, his body still has that metabolism. He's constantly hungry and needs to feed all the time (he survived the last twenty years through the venus vampire trap ability to sense vampire thoughts. He can't really read minds, but he can sense activity and subconsciously always heads towards it, one of the reasons he never made it home. He was also very sickly the last two decades). Which means when Ford locks him up in a panic Stan's lookin a little better than he has in the last few years he's still a kid who can't travel fast to get his meals, so he drops way faster than adult Stan and goes into hibernation, slowly starving to death while he waits for prey to show up.

Which still happens :) and then Ford get the even more horrifying sight of tiny kid Stan ripping into full grown adult vampires and absolutely drenching himself in blood. If adult Stan is terrifying, tiny Stan is a horror movie, he's hissing, he's lunging at vampires and tackling them to the ground, tiny hands clutching their heads and digging into them.

Then he gets full for the first time in twenty years and passes out mid drain, snoring into a vampire throat and still clutching them like a baby with a bottle, hisses everytime someone (Ford) tries to pull him loose. They have to stake the vampire and then Stan's doing that tired kid whining thing and Fords just. Holding him. Covered in blood while Stan's tiny claws clutch his coat and he sticks his tongue out at Fords neck like its broccoli. Then goes back to snoring. He's sleepy after all.

Now not only does Ford have to look after tiny vampire Stan and get slammed with the fact that he didn't save him (couldn't have saved him. Stan died years ago and there's nothing Ford could have done to stop it. He wasn't smart enough to know the signs, not strong enough to stop them from taking Stan to the hospital, not stubborn enough to demand to see a body. Not enough.), he also needs to constantly feed Stan and his not growing but ever hungry stomach or get his heart broken at Stan's comments about not feeling good and being hungry. On top of that he's trying to convince Stan that it really has been twenty years, but, just like teen Stan, kid Stan's sanity is hanging by the thread of 'someday I'll get home and see Sixer and Ma and everyone will cheer and Pa will finally be happy to see me' and Ford can't break that fragile hope.

On a lighter note Bill has graciously gotten over the existence of Fords vampire kid and lets Ford know that he's not one to turn a guy down just because they have a kid. It actually makes Ford a little hotter, gives him those hunky dad vibes. Bill's sorta into it actually. Alright he can fit this mini Ford into their perfect ideal vampire life. He'll be the cool step dad to Fords son, give him all the cool presents to distract Stan from the fact that his two cool dads are making out. Ford tells him maybe to think over how willing he is to get over it, and to stay away from his brother. They aren't making out, please die. Stan doesn't know who this creepy teen is but why would he want to get with an old man like Uncle Stanford. Doesn't Bill know that he's ancient? Like, so old he was probably around when dinosaurs still lived.

Ford is still not thirty and very offended at that remark. Bill screams that Stan will never understand the appeal of older men because he's stuck being pint sized forever, and shut up! Stan yells that if anyone looked at a man as old as Uncle Stanford and wanted to marry him they'd need to get their eyes checked, and he's not that hot normally? Very room temperature most of the time, except for whenever Stan gets sick. Then he's super hot, and its gross.

Its an endless loop that Emma-May uses to kill the rest of the vampires watching and Fiddleford face palms over.

[captainzigo]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRANS PEOPLE!!!

im casting the hammer explosion spell at everyone who has hurt you

[floydtheflorist]

Young mi lowkey gives off transmasc vibes idk If it's just me

[pinksugarscrub]

Strawberry Milkshakes

Skater! Hobie Brown x Ballerina! Reader

He was a punk. She did ballet. What more can I say?

Thank you for your patience! Le college has been kicking my ah so I immensely appreciate it and of course a special thank you to my beta reader @hyperfix-wip

word count: 1508

warnings: feelings? snooty ballerinas?

~

Your limbs are sore but you find no complaint on your lips as you sit next to Hobie. The pain isn’t unbearable. Not in the way it usually is after hours of being in your pointe shoes. The leather of your skates somehow isn’t grating compared to the silk ribbons.

You never quite liked the quiet before. Yes the streets were full of cars and birds were chirping- but between the two of you not a word was said and it felt ok. No…expectations.

Adorning the pink leather bracelet he had given you, (that you haven’t taken off since first period) you trace the studs. Wondering what to say just to hear his voice again because though you may like the silence, you like the space he fills in your heart. 

“I don’t think I fit in.” Spills from your lips and you’re not sure you’ll regret it until you see his response. 

Hobie shifts his attention to you at the sound of your voice. He’s confused but more than willing to listen as he gestures for you to continue. Gravel crunches underneath his shoes. Beat up, bleached, and hidden under torn jeans.

“I know it isn’t true but it’s like all of these thoughts in my head are real possibilities.” You continued, tugging on a blade of grass. “I know I have a place here but what if that doesn’t matter? What if that changes and I’m left behind?” Rolling your feet back and forth anxiously you look toward the setting sun. You spent all afternoon with Hobie and yet it didn’t feel like enough. The hours went by too quickly for your own liking. 

“I have friends but what do they think of me? Why do I feel so left out? Why am I always so scared they’ll pick someone else over me.” 

When Hobie’s hand falls over your own you want to tug it away. You don’t want to be comforted. It makes you feel weak.

“What if I’m not good enough for anyone?”

Hobie taps on the back of your hand. Lips pursed. The sound of laughter mixes with the city noise. Kids playing on slides that still burned from the sun and created static that made their hair stand on end.

“It’s lonely.” He finally adds onto the conversation and judging by the look of confusion he receives it’s your turn to listen.

Hobie pulls his hand away. Setting his hand on the grip tape of his board. It digs into his palms but it distracts from the lump in his throat. “I mean, for everyone. No matter who you are, you never stop feeling like that.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he nods.

A shriek of glee causes you to turn your head but your eyes are back on Hobie within a second. You want to hold him. Indirectly comfort yourself by being able to support him.

You’ve seen so many different sides to him ever since you started meeting here.

From an outside perspective Hobie always seemed so confident and self-assured. Like he didn’t need anyone. You guess that’s why before the start of your friendship it was easy to follow along with your friends. Laugh at his expense. Joke because you were too much of a coward to express yourself the way he did. You’ll never forgive yourself for being so close minded but you’ll spend the rest of your time together making up for it.

“It’s complicated, for me.” His voice grew thicker. Like honey. But instead of the sweet taste meant to soothe it's the way it uncomfortable sticks to your fingers and clothes. “I’m so used to people bashing on me it’s just easier to block them out. So I don’t have to think about it.”

The sky grows pink and suddenly it’s harder to see but that doesn’t matter. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

“I don’t want to think about it.” Hobie says in a quiet voice. “All I’ve ever needed is me. Don’t want to admit I want more than that, y’know?”

“Yeah,” you answer. Eyes glossing over as you look away. “I do but…I don’t feel that way about you.” 

Hobie’s chest feels tight while yours feels like it’s about to combust. 

Hobie could fade out of existence or more specifically, your life after graduation. Less and less texts until he becomes an unknown number on your contact list. It’s just—Hobie Brown would never pretend to be something or hide from you. He was honest and kind and smart and oh…so wonderful.

What could he say in response to that? Hobie doesn’t know but he slides a hand around your waist and tugs you closer and this time, he doesn’t question what you are. He doesn’t guess what these frequent meetings have meant when you’ve answered his questions so perfectly.

Hobie presses his nose to your hair. He wants to kiss you but he doesn’t know if he should. So he settles for this. 

He doesn’t want to go home and what can he do to prolong the inevitable? He perks up suddenly as he inhales your scent again. “Hey, want a strawberry shake? On me?” 

Under the fluorescent light Hobie still looked beautiful to you. You find yourself wishing every night would end with the two of you under the stars even in this light polluted city. 

“Yeah, sounds perfect.” 

Hobie smiles. That lopsided smile that isn’t like the ones he normally gives at school. 

He almost slips and you try not to laugh because he must have forgotten he was sitting on his board. You take his hand and slowly roll to his car. Let him sit you on the trunk and unlace your skates. 

Your watch ticks five minutes past eight o’clock but you don’t care. Hobie is worth breaking your curfew. 

-

The air conditioning hits you in a wave as you step foot inside the dinner. Reaching behind you, you already find Hobie’s fingers intertwined with your own.

“How many?”

“Two please.” Hobie responds to the waitress. Grinning, he notices the older woman glancing down at your hands. “Thanks Joan.”

She giggles and grabs a few menus. “Right this way.”

‘Joan?’ You mouth once her back is turned. You wouldn’t have pegged Hobie to have enough of a sweet tooth to be on a first name basis with her but to each their own you suppose. 

“Written on her name tag love,” Hobie whispers. Tapping a finger of his chest and smiling when you falter in your step.

He’ll definitely be calling you that more often.

Before you can sit in the chair as opposed to the booth Hobie’s coaxing you into your seat. Squeezing your hand before sitting across from you in that same rocky chair that makes your back hurt.

You aren’t hungry and neither is Hobie so strawberry shakes are all you order and fries after you think about it for a moment.

You argue about the salty sweet combo of shakes and fries while Hobie pretends to gag. Nudging your foot under the table.

The sugar is the most satisfying thing you taste after such a long day. A tall glass of pink decorated in whipped cream and a cherry. Two, once Hobie plops his into your melting and quickly depleting shake.

It’s like you said, you don’t think about fitting into a mold or expectation. You just enjoy the happiness in his eyes and relax.

Someone plays the same song on the jukebox in the corner of the room for the second time. Chatter fills your ears and then voices you recognize. 

Turning your head you spot your friends. Freshly out of practice. You can already feel their curious gazes. Questions upon question coupled with disbelief cleverly hidden under the guise of concern. You won’t shy away if they walk up, you aren’t ashamed nor will you ever be of Hobie Brown.

“You should go say hi.” Hobie chuckles while nudging your foot again to grab your attention.

“Mm, I’m happy right here.” You answer as your eyes meet again before you burst into laughter.

“What?” Hobie’s eyes widened, caught like a deer in headlights.

“You’ve got-” You wheeze as you tap your lip. 

“Here?” He slowly grins. Purposefully missing when he wipes his thumb over his cheek.

“No,” you laugh harder.

“Here?”

“Oh my- hold still.”

Hobie leans forward happily on his elbows for you to clean the whipped cream on his lip.

“Thank you lovie.”

“Mhm.” 

You don’t move your hand away. Instead you cradle his cheek. Looking at him like he was the only thing worth paying attention to in the room.

You’re startled when he scoots back abruptly. Even more so when his voice cracks as he asks for the check. Then he’s taking your hand and running out of the diner. It’s all so fast it’s enough to give you whiplash.

“What-?”

“I couldn’t do this in there.” He cuts you off before crashing his lips onto yours.

‘There is more that meets the eye, I see the soul that is inside’ - Avril Lavigne (sk8tor boy)

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taglist: @insideoutjulie

[panisestgladio]

I was bored

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Nature Lover. 🌿

[chillenby]

My dearest viewer,

I hope you accept this humble offering and perchance tap that delightful nonheart shaped heart.

On a side note,

I'm genually being edged right now, I bought the game (that for context I've been planning to buy for 3 weeks) 2 weeks ago, my laptop's gpu was too weak and now I'm waiting for my laptop to come. It's been more then a month and I'm genually going insane, friend fed me crumbs by letting me play the first mission on cod mw 07 which was fire but that was a week ago. Genually foaming at the mouth. I'll probably be able to play cod in minimally 2 weeks cuz I'm going on a trip and grrr.

[stoptakingthegoodname5]

/ “They hate each other, their fans hate each other, stop pushing them together”

FUCK THAT CODE RED MFS PINK OSCAR AND PINK LANCE!! 🩷🩷

[davejadedaily]

thank you so much for trans woman dave strider

[105] (..she says youre welcome)

[dennylachancerights]

Ponyboy “Generally an Artistic Person” Curtis would eat Epic the Musical the fuck UP