#i hope this isn’t late on their end

[2knightt]

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ ‘you’re my best friend, i’ll love you forever.’⋄ 𓍯

𖦆 ː you and ponyboy went out to watch the sunset together when you’re mistaken as a couple. ♡🎀 ໋֢ 𖥻

…this is totally TOTALLY last minute for @rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me ’s event. but like go support them and the other talented writers who have done this. dillo was, and still is, my biggest inspiration for this account.‧₊˚ ✩

“my, aren’t you two just the cutest?”

the old ladies cooed, soft smiles on their faces. they thought they were complimenting a cute, teenage, drunk in love couple.

you and ponyboy just sat there, feeling awkward. of course, you two were the only ones that felt it in the air.

“..huh?”

you were the first one to speak up—confusion written all over your face. you wanted to ask how they came to that conclusion, but the position you two were in weren’t helping.

it’s almost sunset, the park is empty besides you and pony (plus the old ladies) and you sat on the same bench, maybe a little too close together.

“oh gods—i remember when me and my first husband were like you two. don’t you remember, mary?”

“how couldn’t i? he was all you ever talked about. the boy looks an awful like him, too.”

ponyboy’s lips were tightened as he looked toward you, his eyebrows pinched together.

‘what’s happening?😧’

‘i don’t fucking know.🧍‍♀️’

the two of you mouthed as they went on about the lady’s first husband. as soon as they finished, they turned their attentions back to you.

“oh, don’t mind us! you two were just too cute not to compliment. it’s so nice to see that real love still exists in this generation.”

her friend nodded. you just wanted to evaporate. it was a little embarrassing, sure. and as much as you’d hate to admit it—it was kinda sweet.

god forbid two best friends wanna hang out, is what you thought.

THEY THINK WE’RE A COUPLE😍😍🥰🥰, is what ponyboy was thinking.

the old ladies began to walk away after spouting more praises to the both of you, calling you the cutest couple they’d seen in a long time.

you wanted to tell them that you weren’t dating ponyboy—that you were just friends trying to watch the sunset.

but you couldn’t. it was nice to hear that, in a weird way. your eyes shifted toward ponyboy as he watched them walk away, noticing a more details to him than before.

the red strands in his hair was more apparent when the sun was setting rather than when it was fully out. the dirty, navy blue sweater he wore brought out his eyes more than anything.

‘they thought we were a couple. does that mean i have a chance?? is this a sign??? do i have to start praying???🤔😨’ ponyboy thought as you started to fall for him, the same way he did a long time ago.

sure, he might’ve fell for you first—but you definitely fell harder.

[hypertechnica]

i’m going to make fiddauthor art with fidds wearing his wedding ring and you are NOT going to like it

big obligatory banner that says “cheating is bad don’t do it i just like stories with relationship drama”

closeted, internally homophobic gay men who are married with kids has to be the trope i’m weakest to. no person involved is escaping the despair brought on by a relationship built on a well intentioned, desperate lie, born out of a desire to be normal and good

he WANTED to love her so fucking badly. he felt no ill will towards her and he loves their son more than words can say. he thought the attraction, the way she felt about him, would come with time. it didn’t. he doesn’t want to hurt her yet was doomed to from the start, and he’s truly, truly sorry. this does not absolve him of anything whatsoever and she has the full right to never want to speak with him again. he lied! he pretended to feel the same when he never once felt anything but platonic affection! he’s been in love with someone else this whole fucking time! and their kid… he’s caught in the middle of it all, too young to understand why his father would hurt his family like this.

and then he disappears and never comes back. imagine you’re 5 and your dad goes to the middle of the woods with his buddy for science shit, all of the sudden your parents are yelling on the phone and signing papers, and then he goes MIA. for years.

imagine your husbands “buddy” was the one he was thinking of all this time, not you, never you. and the first chance he gets to run away from you, he takes, and you should have been suspicious by the rushed frenzy of it all, the phone calls getting shorter and shorter until it fizzles to nothing. he forgot to get you a christmas gift. he hand-made him two. there has to be something wrong with you, it has to be your fault. you wish you married the man he becomes when he’s in his presence.

he folded when you started questioning him directly - he’d been to neurotic to ever be a good liar. you thought he was the one. he thought you were nice.

by the time the divorce is finalized he’s different in a wrong way. confused, angry, forgetful, insane - if the giant homicidal robot pterodactyl you’ve been harassed by is any indication. (he’s had a bad habit of building homicidal robots when he’s mad since they met -engineer things- but it was never directed at her - thankfully it never actually does anything) he’s clearly abusing drugs - you’d feel bad if he hadn’t abandoned you with the burden of explaining why your son can’t see his father anymore.

it’s a rotten bit of your soul, but time heals you. you move on and no longer think of him. trust in your career. find a man who truly loves you with no motives attached. raise your kid to be a good man. and in a fashion not unlike shakespearean dramatic irony, this makes him move to gravity falls to find and take care of his father. you couldn’t care less what hee doing now, but damn it, it’s his father, what is the kid supposed to do? but its futile- he appears to have no remorse, hell, no memory of the incident in the first place. (this isn’t his fault but how are they supposed to know that?) so he grows bitter and cold just like his mother used to be.

imagine that.

all over a mans inability to do anything but live in denial. to force himself to live in a box and pine like a dying man over the right one at the wrong time, destined to crash and burn. to take denial to a new level- a cult, brain damaging radiation, a total ego death - just to take the edge off. take off that damn wedding ring

[caustinen]

clegan drabble — chance encounter, first meeting, modern au

By the third time the guy makes his way over to the bar, Gale has to really work on not throwing his Coke bottle to the liquor shelf and start breaking stuff.

”Seriously man, are you sure we don’t-” ”No, we have not met before,” he responds as politely as he can through his teeth, “and no, I do not need company. And no, I will not go home with you. Excuse me.”

The guy’s drunken gaze falls to his lips as he talks, making Gale suspect he has not heard a single word he has said all night despite repeating himself over and over. The glassy eyes eventually turn back to his, and the man licks his lips as his expression morphs into a what he surely thinks is a seductive smirk.

”Come on, baby. Humor me a bit. Let my buy you a drink.” Gale exhales in frustration. The ick he gets from this man is ridiculous. ”I told you already, I don’t need a drink, I’d really just like to-”

He stops abruptly when the man takes a tight hold of his bicep. ”Hey, could you-” ”This hard-to-get act is getting old now, gorgeous.” ”I’m not-” The grip gets tighter, another hand reaches for his thigh, and Gale is about to get violent despite not wanting to get in trouble at their frequent spot when-

”Hi Buck, there you are! I’m real sorry I left you here all by yourself for so long, the queue to the toilet was insane.” A pleasant, carefree voice comes up from behind him. He turns to find a gorgeous smile on a gorgeous face he doesn’t recognize. The man’s smile is tense on a futher look, though, and his eyes are questioning as he lays a careful hand on Gale’s shoulder, clearly ready to pull back immediately if he gets any indication that the action is unwanted.

Gale exhales quietly again before covering the hand now on his shoulder with his own, immediately catching on. ”It’s okay.” It’s easy to slide away from the icky man’s grasp now, his surprise making him loosen his hold on Gale. Gale tries to avoid looking at him and accidentally leans closer towards the other man, his aura calming despite towering over Gale’s propotions in every direction. The man doesn’t seem to mind, still smiling from under his curls. ”Ready to go home, doll?”

Gale nods immediately. The drunk dude has been looking between them for a bit before his eyes land on the taller man. ”I’m real sorry mate, I didn’t realize he was-” The man’s face changes immediately when he looks away from Gale to the other guy, the youthful happiness turning into coldness that makes him look mature and strick. ”Yeah, whatever. Go home, sober up and learn some fucking manners, you fucking jackass.” With that, he’s gently leading Gale to the door.

He doesn’t let go until they are out of the other guy’s view, but he does drop his hand immediately as the door closes behind them. It’s probably the chill of the autumn evening and not the departure of the solid body against him that’s making Gale feel cold suddenly but it’s still unpleasent. ”Sorry,” the man says almost frantically, ”I didn’t mean to intrude but you were looking pretty miserable before he even showed up and when he got his hands on you-” The man sighs and shakes his head. ”Didn’t look like you were happy with it, somehow, so I just wanted to check on you. No clue where the fake boyfriend thing came from though, I’m so sorry if I-”

”Don’t be,” Gale says firmly, and the man immediately relaxes again, ”I don’t know why I froze like that, it was nice someone else de-escalated it like that. My friend went to argue with his boyfriend on the phone like 30 minutes ago and never showed up again so I was pretty pissed anyway.” The man nods, and the warmth Gale feels under his intense gaze shouldn’t feel this exciting, surely.

”Well then…” The guy lifts his arm and scratches the back of his neck, ”I don’t wanna take more of you’re time, I hope you’re oka-” Gale doesn’t think, in an unusual manner to him, when he interrupts him. ”I, eh, actually… I’d love to thank you somehow? Maybe buy you some late night dinner?” The man’s face lights up again, and Gale feels silly in a way he doesn’t often do.

”I’d love that. I’ll go tell my friends I’m leaving and meet you up here after?” ”Sounds good.” They stare at each other for a beat despite the words, and Gale swears he’s not blushing when he sticks his hand out jerkily. ”Gale Cleven.” The man smirks, his eyes turning to lines as it overcomes his face. ”John Egan,” he introduces himself as he reaches to shake his hand, ”but you can call me Bucky.”

[c-t-r-l14]

AND ANOTHER THING.

One of the things that really pissed me the HELL OFF about that breakup audio was Alex’s reaction to listener getting (rightfully) upset at him for being the LAST to know about his job off to NYC. He was all like, “I uNdErSTAND tHAT You’RE UPSEt ‘CaUSE YoU WeRE tHE LaST tO KNOw, bUT NoW YoU KNOw, So…..”

E X C U S E M E ?

AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO FOUND THIS KINDA DISRESPECTFUL????? TF YOU MEAN “WeLL nOW yOU KNOW”????

It pissed me off so much because it’s literally the PRINCIPLE of the thing. They should’ve been one of the first people to know about that job offer, and considering that it seemed like Alex wasn’t even planning on telling them about the job offer that day, WHO K N O W S how long he would’ve waited until he felt like it was time to tell them??

Because if it was up to Alex, his ass would’ve probably waited until the very last minute to tell them about the job offer.

Ya’ll need to realize that the only reason why Alex decided to tell listener about the job offer that day was because of listener. Listener saw that there was something bothering Alex, and they kept pressing him to tell them what was the matter. THAT’S WHAT SPARKED THE BREAK UP CONVO.

Them “now knowing” about the job offer doesn’t make things any better. ‘Cause had listener not pressed Alex, they would’ve known much, MUCH later.

They had every right to be pissed off. Especially because of how dismissive he was of listener’s feelings????? LIKE YEAH, YOU SAY YOU UNDERSTAND WHY THEY’RE UPSET BUT DO YOU REALLY??? AND DO YOU EVEN CARE???

AND THEN HE COMES UP WITH THE BULLSHIT EXCUSE OF “I thOUGHT I kNEW YOu?”

This man wanted nothing but transparency and honesty from listener! “LeT’S Not SaY ThINGS We Don’T MeAN”, he says. “I wAN’T yOU TO bE COMepLETELY hONEst wiTH Me”, he says. YEAH, YOU WANT THEM TO BE HONEST WITH YOU AND YET YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE THE DECENCY TO T E L L THEM STRAIGHT UP THAT YOU’VE GOTTEN THE JOB OFFER UNTIL THEY PRESS YOU??? THEN THEY GET PISSED OFF AT YOU AND YOUR I M M E D I A T E RESORT IS TO M A K E EXCUSES TO COVER YOUR ASS???????

Ya’ll. YA’LL. Y A ‘L L .

I don’t know how listener kept their composure, bro. They better than me ‘cause I would’ve IMMEDIATELY started TWEAKING RIGHT THERE AND THEN.

I’M TWEAKING RIGHT NOW AND I’M NOT EVEN THE PERSON HE BROKE UP WITH.

I need to calm my ass down. I’m getting way too heated over a mf that’s (thankfully) not real.

[deathsmallcaps]

I swear. I comprehend I’m not the best teaching intern in the world. I also was not the best camp counselor, cashier, and so on. But if my observer gives me so much criticism that I cry again I’m going to be so motherfucking pissed.

Especially since she’s asking me to stay late just to review me. While I have family visiting. And I’m gone for most of the day. And my commute is over half an hour. Which isn’t bad around here but still.

[bunnywearsboots]

Ghost is the moon, while Soap is the sun. Never close enough, yet when the time is right it’s almost breathtaking.

[alwayshappyhoursomewhere]

Cup of China 2023 - Adam Siao Him Fa and Shoma Uno during the men’s victory ceremony

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

skipping class for the first time in my life bc my professor has covid and he sent out an email saying we’re having class and he’s asymptomatic and will wear a mask per cdc guidelines even tho he’s past the 5 day required isolation period. like. great whatevs but have you actually tested negative

update: the answer was no he had not

[bambino1294]

someone needs to give me my work’s playlist, Hozier would really liven things up

[jacepens]

hi! "one talking to the other when they think they’re asleep" for sundown/mad dog would be nice

Bonus points if for once it's Sundown talking and Mad Dog listening (but really anything's good)

thank

Ahhhh yes yes absolutely I can do that for you!! I hope you enjoy!:) (btw I set this in post-canon!)

And oh boy did this get tooth-rottingly sweet at the end. I know they’re enemies to lovers but I am simply incapable of not making them the sweetest couple to exist xD Oh and I got slightly carried away and this is about 1000 words oops lol. But anyway enjoy!!:)

One thing that Sundown misses the most about sleeping under the stars is the sounds that always lull him to sleep. Ever since he teamed up with Mad Dog, he always insists they sleep in a “real” bed in a “real” room, if there was one nearby. Sundown used to complain until three nights in a bed cured the worst of his stinging back pain, and now he agrees every time to sleep in an inn.

Tonight feels quieter than he’s used to though. Even the great bounty hunter Mad Dog didn’t say but a handful of sentences before falling asleep, and the steady rhythm of his breathing is nice but still not enough.

Sundown turns over in the bed to face Mad Dog, wondering if watching him sleep will somehow make him drowsy. He looks like he always does when he sleeps, peaceful—deceptively so. 

Watching the rise and fall of his shoulder and the occasional twitch in his (handsome) face gets old quick, and Sundown is left more awake than ever. Tapping his finger against the mattress in thought, a rather silly idea drifts into his mind.

It had been years since he thought about the stories his mother used to tell him when he would complain of being wide awake. He hardly remembered the stories now, unfortunately, but maybe if he tells a story he knows? Mad Dog shifts a little in his sleep, and Sundown smiles. 

Alright, it was worth a shot.

Sundown opens his mouth to talk before quickly closing it in hesitation. If Mad Dog woke up, Sundown would never hear the end of this… then again, Mad Dog’s a notoriously heavy sleeper and he’s been doubly exhausted today. 

Unless Sundown had a better idea— which he still didn’t—he would be telling himself a story until he fell asleep.

Clearing his throat a little, deciding on the opening words he’d let guide his story, Sundown finally starts.

“Did I ever tell you the story about Little Danny and his sister Margaret?” His heart thuds heavy and Sundown waits for any sign that Mad Dog’s waking up. 

Nothing changes, and Sundown breathes easy. “Little Danny was the sweetest kid I ever knew. He’d always wave at me and always knew how to make every adult and kid alike smile. Margaret on the other hand, was a real troublemaker,” Sundown chuckles.

“I remember the time I caught her stuffing the baker’s sweets into her mouth and pretending like I couldn’t see the crumbs all over her dress,” he sighs and falls into the rhythm of his story. “Anyway, you can imagine the kind of arguments they would get into and boy were they something. They may have been little but their shouting matches were not. And one night, Margaret was getting sick of her younger brother always pestering her to do the right thing, telling on her, that sort of thing. So she decides that she’s not going to be the bad kid anymore, he is.”

Mad Dog shifts in his sleep, but Sundown doesn’t notice. He’s picturing the scene she set now clear as day.

“Margaret worked all night to set up her little crime scene. She was dead set on getting him into serious trouble, but what she decided to do was set up some clever trap—Lord knows where she got the idea—to ambush Danny when he woke up. I think her intention was to not only frame him for a crime, but make him accidentally do a crime.” Sundown starts smiling wide now, remembering the petrified look on poor Margaret’s face at her brother Danny’s crocodile tears.

“Their parents came bursting into my station first thing in the morning; I was terrified something awful had happened. Then I saw Margaret’s brilliant idea of tying a string around her brother's wrist and connecting it all the way to their grandmother’s urn. Oh when that poor boy woke up and shattered it he was so distraught, and Margaret too was the most apologetic I’d ever seen her.” A few chuckles escape him as he remembers the worst, yet funniest part of the whole story. “I think the icing on the cake was the fact that their dog had chosen to take a nap right next to that urn. Oh, he was fine, it broke right next to him but he was covered in ashes. I remember having to bite my cheek to keep from laughing in those poor kid’s faces.” Sundown suddenly has to cover his mouth to keep from waking up Mad Dog with his laughter. He had forgotten about that story and those two siblings.

“Kid—” Sundown stops laughing. “Why the hell are you telling me this in the middle of the night?”

Sundown keeps his hand over his mouth. “Oh. I thought you were asleep.”

Mad Dog scoffs, glaring at him. “I was until someone decided to tell me a funny story.” Seeing Sundown’s wide and panicked eyes, Mad Dog’s glare softens. He reaches over to gently pick Sundown’s hand off his embarrassed face. “What were you doing?”

Taking the opportunity to tangle his fingers in Mad Dog’s, Sundown mumbles, “I couldn’t sleep.”

“So you woke me trying to put yourself to sleep, that it?”

Sundown sheepishly avoids Mad Dog’s eyes. “Yeah.”

Still holding his hand, Mad Dog moves closer to Sundown until he can’t resist the pull of those hard eyes on him. God be damned if he didn’t make Mad Dog deadly handsome.

“You old fool,” Mad Dog grins lazily. “Well since you went through the trouble of waking me up, how about a kiss?”

Sundown chuckles, already moving his free hand up to cup Mad Dog’s face. “You single-minded scoundrel,” he murmurs against Mad Dog’s lips before gently pressing them together. 

Something about the lazy kisses they share under the bed covers blissfully, finally makes sleep pull heavy on his eyelids. Mad Dog slowly breaks away, and slides his thumb through Sundown’s beard which causes his eyes to suddenly close dangerously fast.

“Now c’mere, Kid,” Mad Dog murmurs as he wraps his arms around Sundown and pulls him so close his warm breath tickles his ear. “‘n don’t move a muscle.”

Sundown chuckles and Mad Dog’s heavy arm presses down. “Just go to sleep, Kid,” Mad Dog sighs.

Minutes of silence and warmth pass by, and Sundown’s never felt so at peace. Just before his heavy eyes are about to shut and his endearing gratefulness overwhelms his chest, he whispers to the sleeping Mad Dog: “love you.”

“Love you too, Kid.”

[sunnibits]

I hope izzy continues to be a selfish fucked up masochistic mean freak in s2 of ofmd btw. like obviously I enjoy a good domesticated izzy as much as the next guy but I truly do not want them to go immediately into a soft uwu baby arc I desperately need more content of him being messy and violent and jagged thank you <3

I may draw and engage with a lot of silly and fluffy content about him but I can’t forget the fact that the scene that really made me interested in him was the toe scene. like that was the hook for me!! I genuinely want to see more crazy shit like that from him!!! like I do enjoy him when he’s complicated and bad actually hope this helps :)

[bizarrescribblez]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT A PROSH*PPER RBING MY F/O SANRIO GAME!!!!!!!!!!! GO AWAY DID YOU NOT SEE I SAID NONE OF YOU ALLOWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[galariangengar]

My professor for my pathophysiology class just put in grades from our final exam and I got a 91% overall for my final grade :)

[whatohitsonfirewelp]

Y’ALL ARE GONNA MAKE ME SOB LIKE A BABY ALL OVER AGAIN

[teruthecreator]

nooooo no it’s great no personally i LOVE when things just stop fucking working -__-