#hope u like it bestie!! <3

[chanstopher]

Bang Chan ✧ Case 143 Relay for anon 

[artist-rat]

i’ve never listened/watched critical role but my best friend does and sometimes talks to me about it. i asked them for some characters to draw (from any campaign) :p

[luck-of-the-drawings]

"And soda; runs off into the street..." "...and soda... is totally okay!"

[jimimn]

r&v ♡ for @namchyoon​ ♡ (cr. namuspromised, qdeoks)

happy 23rd! <3

[magicaldreamfox1]

for @kissporsche (insp)

[spaceratprodigy]

💋 Cybill and Iris 💋

@grimreapersbutt — it is mandatory Looking At Them hours btw

Commission Info | Ko-Fi | My Links

[duckzz]

3 WITH CIR AND SUNNY!!! (FOR THE PROMPT)

MMM I LIKE HOW U THINK GHESTIE, MY BELOVEDS 🥺💖

prompts <3

[crying-wolves]

hi!! why stress when you can be in a fictional world??

so i kept seeing my ex this week 🫣 after not seeing them for a year 🥴 and im over her but it’s like first gay love you know? that shit fucks you up!!!

i kept thinking about abby and how i wish i could text her 😭😭 like babe come pick me up PLEASE

so yeah maybe something around that?? i think we all need some abby comfort

You usually weren’t known for making mistakes.

Seriously, as overconfident and precise as it sounds, you were always the smart one. Level-headed in a way that pissed your friends off when all they wanted to do was go a little feral. Experiment. Let whatever happens, happen.

Yeah, you didn’t buy into that whole “let the universe make your choices for you” moonshine. Didn’t appeal to you in the slightest.

So why, oh, why are you spending your Friday night standing outside of a crumbling sports bar, rubbing at those tears that threaten to fall from your eyes onto the ground below you?

You guess the universe pushes and pushes until it finally has its way with you in the end.

Your fingers had dialed practically everyone of your four roommates in the past 10 minutes that you’ve been standing out in the balmy summer air, but, of fucking course, each call went straight to voice mail every single time.

Figures! The one time you decide to do something out of your comfort zone and everything starts spinning off its axis immediately.

The idea of calling an Uber flits across the back of your mind, but you really don’t want to spend anymore money tonight, having already handed your card over to the bartender enough times that you were thoroughly buzzed and feeling that if you checked your bank account right now, all of those vodka sodas would come racing back up your throat. Hard pass.

It isn’t until you scroll through your contacts for the fifth consecutive time and land right back at the top, however, that you stop to consider what may be the most obvious answer of the night: Abby Anderson. Fuckin’ duh.

Abby “Permanent Designated Driver” Anderson. The girl who has decidedly quit drinking altogether after deciding that she really wants to take her whole softball career seriously. Abby Anderson who is always, always wide awake into the deep recesses of the night, cramming for her 8am or putting in a few last minute hours at the gym.

Abby Anderson, sweet, sweet, Abby, somehow bestowed with the patience of a saint and the subtlety of a freight train, who will definitely pick you up, but won’t hesitate to ask what you’re doing at this ratty old place at 2:30 in the morning.

It’s probably a lot better than practically dragging your way home, so, why not?

You dial the number and she picks up within 3 rings, a little out of breath. You guess she took on the weight room, tonight.

“Yeah?”

Your body stiffens. Fuck! How well do you actually know Abby? You’ve barhopped with her and some other friends in the past, but most of those nights were spent casually sipping at a bottle of soda while you listen to everyone else converse and socialize. When was the last time you actually spoke to her?

“Is this one of those county cop calls that keeps going around campus, cause I’m not signing your fuckin’ petition—“

“No, no!” You blurt out, a little surprised at yourself. “It’s just— I mean, it’s just…me?”

Abby says your name inquisitively through the phone, sounding as startled as you are. “Hey…is everything alright?”

You scan your surroundings as if they’ll give you the answer that you’re looking for, and shrug like she can see you. Could be worse, you guess?

“Are you busyyy tonight?” You slur a little, and she seems concerned at the sound.

“No, I’m, uh, free? Are you in—“

“Could you, maybeee, give me a ride home?”

You think you can hear a ‘pause sound’ moving through her head, or maybe you’re just a bit more drunk than you thought.

“Yeah! Yeah, totally, just…are you off-campus, or—?”

“Mmhmm! I’llsendyouthelocation, byeee!”

You click the end call button and stare st the black screen. Since when did you get so frazzled over talking to her? She sounds the same as she usually does, right? Choosing not to think about it too much, the location is sent her way and, judging by the distance, she should be there in 20 minutes.

She’s there in 15. You hear her before you can actually make out the vehicle in the distance. It’s late. The roads are empty. You didn’t give her much context, so, you don’t exactly blame her for hurrying.

But her car pulls up in front of you like a heavy metal chariot, and you get a little anxious about stepping into the passenger’s seat in your sheer black dress and platform heels.

Neither of you say anything for the first minute and you’re rather grateful. Your insides feel like poorly melted snow, and you’re not sure if it’s the way that Abby’s gripping the steering wheel or the fact that she keeps glancing over at you through the side window. You see your legs shift against the leather seats, but your mind is elsewhere.

“Did you, uh, get to the bar alone?” She begins, tapping her thick fingers against the wheel, sounding like she’s trying to broach something, but you don’t know what it is yet.

You squint down at your phone screen to check the time again. Right. The evening started way earlier than you remembered.

“Nope. Came here on a blind date.”

Abby tries not to react like that shocks her, but she doesn’t quite make the mark.

“You went—! Oh! Right! ‘course! Makes sense…”

Silence, again. The kind that’s unbearable in situations like these. You roll down the window for some fresh air, but it makes the both of you sweat even more.

“Did it…go well?”

You purse your lips together and shake your head. “Nope. She was kind of a dick.”

Abby lets out a breathy chuckle at your answer and you decide to keep going.

“She wasn’t really that into me. Kept chatting up the waitress and interrupting me whenever I spoke. Said she had to leave early to pick up her little brother from his friend’s house, but she said she was an only child when I asked earlier, so…”

“Damn…that’s—that’s rough…”

“Yeah…”

What is with the both of you and pained silences? Seems to be something in the air tonight.

Abby clears her throat while you’re silently moping at the memories, and when you get to a red light, she turns to take you in.

“If it makes you feel any better, the last date I went on snuck out of the back door before dessert.”

You gasp, dramatically, and she rolls her eyes in the same manner.

“No fuckin’ way! You’re tellin’ meee that someone would actually pass up a chance to go on a date with you?” The utter disbelief that you stare up at her with makes her cheeks go pink, and she can’t help but feel a little satisfied with herself. She smiles, a little bitterly.

“Not as much of a catch as you think I am, babe.”

You can’t help but giggle. “Oh, I hardly believe that, Ms. Anderson.”

If there’s one thing you can thank the alcohol for, besides getting you in Abby’s car in the first place, it’s the extra push it gives you to go for the things you actually want.

“You know, Abigail, if you’re into it, we could, maybe, do a repeat performance of our shitty dates with each other, and make them…not shitty? How’s that sound?”

You feel the smile before you see it on her face. It’s like she can bring the warmth of the sun into any space she occupies.

“Well…” she starts “As long as you promise to at least tell me before you sneak out the back, then, we got ourselves a deal.”

You’re giddy with all that light she brings. And, you think, briefly, that sure, maybe you don’t usually make these kinds of mistakes, but at least this one scored you a date with THE Abby Anderson.

So, maybe, possibly, the universe could very well be onto something.

[bandzboy]

dk_is_dokyeom just made a post! ↳ for @loserline♡

[siriuslynephilim]

i just came out to a real life person and i think im having a heart attack

[saintbleeding]

Is it okay to ask for Distortion(s) just having a good time because those nerds are my gender and I just want them to be happy ;^; also i love your work keep it up you’re cool

[ID: Digital drawing of Michael and Helen the Distortions from TMA. Michael wears a slightly shabby suit and Helen wears a pencil skirt, blazer, spiral-hoop earrings, and stiletto heels. Both of their hands are long and pointy, and they both have curly hair, Michael's in a ponytail and Helen's worn out. They lean against opposite walls at right angles, Helen clutching Michael's face in one hand, and Michael holding the ankle of one of Helen's legs, which is lifted in the air. They are both smiling, and Michael's facial features are slightly distorted. He is coloured in muted orange and she is coloured in purple. The background is purple and pink. End ID.]

there are only two genders: used car salesman and four-star hotel general manager

[minzbins]

JUNGWOO 💞 SHIBA INUS for @bangzchan ♡

[hotluncheddie]

ur writing brain is so big so I wanted to ask..... do u have any recommendations for your fav Steve-focused fics? 🙈 can be steddie too!

omg hello lovely 2jug2head!!! i have some recommendations yeah!

a few are gonna be from my ao3 bookmarks, if that’s okay and they're all gonna be steddie lmao sry - but steve centric still!

one of my absolute fave depictions of steve is: things to come by birthdaycandles on ao3 - its got how caring he is and how much of a martyr he can be and that conversation he has with hopper where he feels trapped is like, just the BEST

and I've reread: the only way to my heart is with an axe by Themoondogs on ao3 so many times its one of my cozy faves - its very sweet with steve just very slowly comes to terms with his feeling for eddie, very nice confusing bi feelings and fluffy tropes

also: took you for a working boy by pukner is very good. i read it quite a while ago so don't remember exactly what happen but i know there just lovely gender and big feelings and it made me cry. its good and silly and steve and robin are so so besties and eddie is a sweetheart

finally im gonna give u a shorter tumblr rec with @pearynice bc some of their steve centric stuff hits very close to home, very lovely real depictions of how he might react to certain scenarios and like becoming healed and better slowly, with eddie. gonna recommend a hurt/comfort one and oop, what's that? oh, that's right, its another hurt/comfort one :)

hope this is what u asked for kinda? hehe let me know if you liked any of them!!! ❤️

[iknowitwontwork]

Read it on ao3

My gift to @until-i-found-you for swiftie pride

Remus sat crouched on the floor of the shrieking shack, bruised and bloody. It had been a few hours since the full moon had disappeared but the pain of it still seemed to engulf him whole until there was nothing that remained but the eternal pain he was cursed with ever since he was a young boy. He cursed silently under his breath, trying to hold back tears. He didn’t want any of this. He didn’t ask for any of it. But yet here he was covered in his blood with different bruises blemishing his pale skin.

He was going to drift off into what was sure to be a very painful sleep once again just when the small rickety door of the shack creaked open. Remus panicked immediately. No one could see him in this condition. He hadn’t even told his friends about this. What if they hate him? So, Remus had rather been a coward and tucked the secret even deeper in his pocket, hoping beyond anything that no one would ever find it.

He probably should have done something, said something, as the door further opened. But he couldn’t. He was so very exhausted, he felt like he might die, and he wouldn’t mind it too. No, he would embrace the cold arms of death and let it lull him into nonexistence. It would be better than this anyway.

He silently looked towards the door, genuinely curious and terrified as to whom might appear and see him in this dismal state. A head with slick black hair pocked through the door. No, it couldn’t be him— there were other people with that hair Remus convinced himself weakly. But it was of no use. It was him there was no mistaking it. Very much confirmed when the handsome face of Sirius Black appeared along with the rest of his tall, lean body.

He gasped slightly under his breath, looking at Remus with an undiscernible emotion in his eyes. Then, he bolted off outside the door. Remus’ heart plummeted. Sirius hated him now. But just as fast as Sirius had disappeared, he came back again, holding a large brown box in his hand by a handle.

“Stay still.” He said softly.

“But—” Remus began meekly. He had so many questions. So many of them.

“Shhh. No questions…for now.” He whispered quietly looking at him from under his long lashes.

“Okay. For now.” He whispered back.

“For now.” He said nodding with a slight soft smile gracing his mouth. Remus gave a semblance of a smile back at him.

Then shaking his head, he moved toward him in three long strides with the box still in his hand. He crouched down beside him. He opened the box up smoothly digging around in it until he found what he needed. Remus looked at the object in his hand through hooded eyes. A piece of cloth. He almost wanted to laugh but he held himself back. He didn’t know what he was expecting but it certainly wasn’t a cloth.

“Is there any water here?” Sirius asked looking around the shack.

“Yeah, right there, there is a sink…” Remus said nodding his head in the direction.

“Thanks.” Sirius mumbled already moving towards it. He held the cloth under the tap to wet it and was once again by Remus’ side in the blink of an eye. He held the cloth over Remus’ arm, looking into his eyes as if asking for permission. Remus nodded his head faintly. Sirius bought the cloth close to his skin and began wiping the blood off gently from his arm. When it was cleaned, he took out a vial of thick dark green potion from the box and tenderly — as if he was scared that if he touched him too hard Remus might just break — applied it over the bruises scattered over his arm. It worked wonders, truly. The bruises seemed to sizzle, but they just stung a little and almost immediately those deep gashes were made into faint scars.

“How—” Remus started, wonderstruck. But Sirius didn’t even seem to even be listening to him. He was staring at him with a dazed look on his face as if he couldn’t quite believe he was real.

“You’re beautiful.” He said tenderly, flicking a stray strand of brown hair out of his face.

Remus scoffed, “Yeah, right.”

“No, you are.” Sirius accentuated. Remus didn’t say anything to that but simply rolled his eyes and apparently that wasn’t the reaction Sirius was hoping from him.

Sirius took Remus’ hand in between his own and lacing their fingers together, he again said, “You really are beautiful, trust me.”

“Have you ever looked at these?” Remus asked half-heartedly, pointing at his scars with his other hand.

“Yeah, I have and they’re beautiful too.” Sirius said gingerly tracing his scars with a long, elegant finger.

“Sure.” Remus said, shrugging.

“Ugh! Moony, what must I do to make you believe that you, with all your flaws, all your scars, all your secrets, are beautiful just the way you are?” Sirius asked desperately, sounding almost pained. Remus didn’t know what to say, all the words seemed to have left him. He stared blankly at Sirius’ pained face, not knowing what to say.

“You like stars, don’t you?” Sirius asked out of the blue, looking at him intently.

“Yes, I do.” Who doesn’t? “But how does it matter right now?” Remus said hoarsely, willing his stupid heart — that seemed to beat too loudly in his chest — to calm down.

Sirius ignored him and dug his hand into his pocket taking out a golden quill that Remus charmed for him in his second year so that it didn’t need any ink to work and brought it close to his skin, to his scars, and began doodling tiny, little stars around them. Many of them. Until they seemed to cover his whole arm. Until the hideous scars were surrounded by a million — well, not really a million — little stars.

Remus looked at Sirius, blinking back tears that threatened to fall over his face. “I-” he started to say, then stopped and simply said, “Thank you.” No longer caring that the tears that he tried to hold back were now flowing freely across his face. 

xxx

Remus sat hunched on the cold, hard floor of the shrieking shack, broken and blue. Blood sat crusted over his skin, wounds marked his arms and legs. Although the brand-new bruises couldn’t quite hide the ancient scars that still, were very much present on his skin. Remus looked at the scars on his arm, wincing. He still remembered the day when Sirius drew stars around those very scars as if it was just yesterday, but that didn’t matter now, no, Sirius was in Azkaban, all those moments had been nothing but a lie. Then why did it still feel so very real to him? He brought one his fingers to the scar still visible beneath the blood, flinching from the pain.

As he trailed the path of it across his arm, he couldn’t help but think of how Sirius drew stars around his scars but now he was bleeding again.

[orthodoxxing]

getting pissed off that the [redacted] url like perfect spelling is run by a cryptoterf. u dont deserve to use her name....

[lunetual]

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