#idk i just thought of it

[featheredcartoonist]

@somcarrotz

i dont really know why i made this, but i made it and thats all that matters lol

[harryforvogue]

a very VERY short harry and faye blurb about...i don't even know what. <33

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Faye hears a cheer of, “She’s here!” when she knocks on Timothée’s girlfriend’s apartment door, clutching her bottle of sparkling cider closer to her.

The warmth of the apartment greets her when Lily opens the door and exclaims, “It is you!”

Someone behind her says, “We’ve been fooled so many times. First by the pizza dude and then by Lily’s neighbor who brought over some pumpkin pie.” Faye twists her head to look behind Lily, finding Timmy, leaning against the wall adjacent to the kitchen. “We were betrayed.”

“Well,” Faye smiles. “I’m here now. I brought some cider.”

There’s a chorus of, “You brought cider!”

And that’s how she knows all of them are drunk.

She steps in and removes her shoes, hanging up her coat along the way. “It’s very cold outside.”

“Yes your nose is all pink!” Lily giggles, taking the cider from her. She replaces it with a drink in her hand. It’s very clearly alcohol. “Come on. You have to catch up to us.”

“Don’t you all work tomorrow?”

“Yes.” Timmy pushes himself off the wall, reaching for another drink himself. “But it’s been so long since we were all able to hang out, thanks to your boyfriend’s shit schedule. We gotta have a few drinks!”

“Shut up. I see you fucking everywhere,” said boyfriend mutters. As Faye walks in, she sees him in the living room, on the floor with his legs stretched out, head resting on the sofa cushion behind him. His curls are spilling over the seat and his face, and he looks heartbreakingly handsome as always. When she’s in view, a smile spreads over his face. His tone takes a turn, now lighter and more gentle. “Hi, baby,” he murmurs.

Faye puts her glass away. “Hi. Wow. When did you guys start drinking?”

“‘Bout an hour ago.” Harry hiccups.

“Are we still watching scary movies?”

“Yes, as soon as Timothée manages to make a single bag of unburnt popcorn.” Harry picks his head up and shoots a look over to his housemate who shrugs dismissively.

“I don’t know why they keep burning. I keep pressing the popcorn button.”

“The bag specifically says not to do that!”

“Am I just supposed to know the perfect amount of time for a popcorn bag to pop correctly and thoroughly?”

“It’s not that difficult!”

“You do it then!”

“I picked the movies out and queued them up!”

Lily giggles behind her glass. “This is so much fun, you guys. I'm so happy we're doing this."

Harry rolls his eyes at Timmy and then glances back at Faye. She’s lightly, and awkwardly, balancing herself on her heels, hands clasped behind her. The tension on his face immediately smooths over and he holds his hand out. “Cherry. Gimme a kiss please.”

Faye’s eyes widen, her cheeks definitely pink now and not from the cold. “Sure,” she mumbles, walking over to him. She kneels down and gives him a chaste kiss.

Harry doesn’t care much about PDA. He will hold her hand and grab her and kiss her as appropriate, but for Faye, who hasn’t really had anyone do this to her before, it still manages to make her feel embarrassed.

Harry’s mouth is in a pout when she pulls away. She still feels hot, even though she hears Lily and Timmy speaking in the kitchen again. Harry tugs on her arm and makes her crash against his soft sweatshirt, a yelp leaving her lips.

“You’re so late tonight,” he says, pressing a kiss to her jaw. “And cold. I missed you.”

“I know,” she replies apologetically. “I may have missed the bus twice.”

“You got out of the theatre late?”

“Uh, no…”

“Then how did you miss them both?”

“I don’t know. They just kind of passed right in front of me without me realizing.”

Harry stares at her for a moment before smiling so hard, she can barely see the whites of his eyes. “Fuck’s sake,” he says softly, “you’re gonna kill me.”

“What? Why?” She squeaks the last word because Harry wraps his arm around her shoulders and squeezes her hard.

“Because you’re so cute.”

Her eyes flash, wiggling in his hold. “Absentminded is the right word I think.”

“Still so cute.”

He looks over her head at Timmy and Lily who have not disappeared completely behind the kitchen wall, and they hear Timmy using Siri on his voice to loudly ask, “HOW LONG SHOULD I PUT A BAG OF POPCORN IN THE MICROWAVE FOR?” He waits a second to hear the reply and then says to Lily, “What is the wattage of your microwave?”

Lily snorts and laughs. “Wattage. That’s such a funny word.”

“Focus, Lils!”

Harry sighs, grabbing Faye’s attention again. He wraps his arms around her waist and tucks her in closer, resting his head on her shoulder. He inhales softly and then sighs again, saying nothing and everything at once.

She gently pets his hair, giving the curls a gentle tug. “How was work?”

“Dunno. Can’t remember.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Think so. Gave out so many holiday coupons."

“I guess that’s all right then.”

He smiles against her skin. “When was the last time I saw you?”

“I think it was three days ago.”

He picks his head up, eyes swimming with intoxication. He tenderly tips her chin up. “Well I missed you. Come here. You’re so…you’re so far.”

Harry guides her to sit between his legs, her back against his chest. He doesn’t let her lay her head on his shoulder just yet, instead gathering her black hair into a loose ponytail and securing it there with a hair tie he always seems to have on his wrist these days. He brings his lips down to her neck, giving her slow, drunken kisses.

Faye shivers, turning her head to whisper, “They’re right there.”

Harry, in return, tightens his arms around her. “Mhmm.”

“They’ll see us.”

“Mhmm.”

“Harry.”

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs. He pinches her cheek, not as hard as usual, but definitely to make the skin red. “Love your face.”

“I think you’re the drunkest out of everyone.”

“Love your face and this…this huge sweater you’re wearing. Love it. A lot.” Faye breathes out a small laugh which makes Harry smile harder against her neck. “And you. Love you. S’much.” He hiccups again.

“I think we’re going to have to stay here tonight,” she says, turning to face him. He looks tired, eyes half lidded with both love and fatigue. His eyes drop to her mouth and then he surges forward, kissing her slowly. She opens her lips and tastes him, sighing contently into the kiss.

“I love you too,” she murmurs against his mouth. She tastes champagne on his lips. When she pulls back, she runs her thumb over his lower lip, and then walks her fingers over to his dimple.

He deepens it for her.

“I wanna live in there,” Faye says, poking the indent.

“Go ahead. I already wanna always keep you around with me. Maybe…maybe tuck you in my pocket and take you everywhere I go.”

Faye laughs, taking her fingers away. She leans in and holds his jaw as she kisses him again, feeling his eyelashes fan over her cheek as he gathers her closer and gently presses back, tilting his head just a fraction so he can kiss her deeper.

She’s having a pleasant time kissing her boyfriend when someone throws a pillow at their heads.

Timmy stands there with his arms crossed across his chest, looking down at them with a mean look. “No making out!”

“Shut up,” Harry grumbles, fixing his hair and then rubbing where he got hit. “Get outta my face.”

“I made your stupid popcorn!”

Timmy drops the bag against Harry’s thigh, and Harry grits, “It’s fucking hot!”

“IT’S MADE CORRECTLY THIS TIME.”

Faye goes to move out of his lap, but he holds her down, shaking his head. He reaches for the popcorn and balances it on the floor between both their outstretched legs.

“Can you open it, baby?”

She nods, pulling the top corners in opposite directions to open the bag. She blinks at the hot steam hitting her in the face and she peers down at the contents.

Everyone seems to be holding their breaths.

It’s silent.

“Not burnt!” she announces.

“Fucking finally!” Harry groans, reaching for a handful of popcorn, throwing them back into his mouth. “Sit your asses down and watch the movie now.”

And as they watch the movie, it’s very hard for Faye to actually pay attention. Under dim lights, Harry’s hands slip beneath the hem of her sweater, his fingers splayed over Faye’s ribs, lips brushes over her neck as he watches the movie. Often, she’s biting back at a giggle, or she’s whispering to him that he’s distracting her, but he just kisses her cheek real slow and murmurs, “I’m trying to watch a movie, baby.”

When she jumps at scary scenes, he kisses her temple almost apologetically for putting it on. "S'okay," he whispers in her ear.

She relaxes against him eventually, after the intermission, and lets him kiss her as he prefers, warming her up under the blankets. It’s a great night indeed.

[comrademango]

[just-ex1sting]

Elia seems like the type that would spit in your mouth while fucking just for fun 💀

[daaydreamy]

i just woke up and had an idea—ballerina!harry & y/n? they’re taught by the same instructor and y/n’s eyes always find themselves landing on harry, watching his lanky limbs move gracefully, nearly forgetting to move herself. harry does the same, watching how she gets on the tips of her toes with no effort whatsoever, her chin tilted up high with her body relaxing into a dance. then maybe they do a show together?

[mamposteria-deactivated06192023]

the reason the omega kids’ names don’t seem to follow the classic kid name format is because when they were introduced they were teens (5 letters) instead of kids (4 letters)

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

[inkedberries]

after patrolling, unwinding in a diner somewhere ...

throw the man a bone batman geez

[eruhamster]

not to be annoying but i do think a lot of people mischaracterize falin. shes got the most drastic canon v fanon thing going on. which i guess makes sense bc 1. we dont see much of her and 2. lot of the fan stuff are anime-onlies that have seen even less

but i think like a good 90% of the time i see falin-centric art or posts im like hrm hrm hrm thats all wrong no nope no-siree

she's just a cool chick that takes life as it comes, doesn't hold grudges even against a mother that apparently was trying to beat the magic outta her, finds her older brother the coolest person in the world, and has autism about observing life (and death, she loves the ghosts she has a connection to) and nature and taking care of things (including taking care of her brother, which is why she's even in the dungeons; she saw her scrawny mess of a brother and decided she had to fix that).

and i think my favorite part that people don't talk about is... she would have done the same for marcille or laios if it were one of them that was eaten. you could see it in her eyes:

it's what shuro misunderstands about her. it's easy to see her feminine, cute, good girl pieces and forget the rest of her. but she loves things to an ends-of-the-earth extent; the kind of caring that makes you a little insane. and that's how I think she and laios end up on the same page with their weirdness. they have different interests, but they are the same level of committed to those interests.

it's easy to love her, because she probably loves you just as much, if not more.

EDIT: for the love of god stop reblogging this only to add some comment or tag or reply saying 'op you forgot [BLATANTLY FANON INTERPRETATION]'. falin as we know her is not a pushover/people pleaser/infantilized, see this version of my post. also stuff like 'female shuro was in love with laios in the genderbent comic' and 'falin was going to marry shuro because she felt bad' are just things you made up in your head

[prodigal-sunlight]

I know the popular theory is that Caine’s line about struggling to keep track of who’s real and who’s an NPC is foreshadowing that one of the cast is secretly an NPC

But consider the alternative

[chryseis]

FYI every purchase of any of The Adventure Zone music on Griffin McElroy's Bandcamp will be entirely donated to the Palestinian Children's Relief Fund for the rest of 2023. His music is set at 'name your price', and the McElroys are also going to match the donations.

If you've listened to even a bit of any TAZ campaign, you surely know what a fantastic musician Griffin is, and there is no better time to purchase his music than now.

[enniewritesathing]

this is really apropos of nothing, but I like to think that John has given Eli cards and such on Father's Day.

Eli is his uncle (and coach) and stepped in as a father figure after Ian died. In fact, before that happened, they all sat down with each other. In the event that something happens to Ian and/or Noelle, he and Bea would take care of John and Jacob.

There was a time period after Ian's death that John's mom's mental state just went (his as well but it's compounded by the fact that Jacob had died not even two years prior.) John kinda bounced between his and his relative's place. This was around the time that he was getting serious with Muay Thai; at least it kept his mind off of things for a while. He was very good at it, but he needed that balance.

After dinner, Eli would sit and talk with John to get some idea where his mind's at and try to help him navigate his thoughts, feelings, fears as best as he could. When it was clear that John wasn't having it, he'd tell him to "go get the gloves." -- meaning "let's fight it out."

Sure -- that sounds like a bad idea but it just worked for John. He needed something tangible to get his grief and anger under control and there was always a lesson, even if it didn't make sense to John at the time. A bit of tough love, but Eli knew when to fall back. As time went on, John simmered down somewhat (but there were Moments as a teenager).

Eli would ask Bea if he's keeping his promise to Ian and his sister. He often worries about John even if he doesn't quite show it. (He does, lol.) Bea replies that he's basically treating him like their child, if they had one. "I mean you taught him how to shave," she points out, "tie a tie. He's stopped getting into trouble. He's smiling. You know how long it's been since that boy did that? That Ramirez side of him is starting to show."

And ofc, Eli had The Talk with John (more like a series) and it was about as awkward as you'd think it went (as with Noelle). John fessed up that he was bi and Eli was like "Ah. I understand." ("Unc, what do you mean by that? // "I'll tell you later." // "???")

He was definitely there when John got his ass beat at his first attempt at the Junior World Championship (this may be between 18-23?). I mean "damn, I might quit over this" ass whoopin'. Eli sat him down and basically told him, "you made a promise to your brother. I know you don't break promises. You can sit here and feel sorry for yourself or you can get up and try again. What's it gonna be?"

(John did win the next year -- a rematch, even.)

So! Every year, as a thanks, John always gets him something and spends the day with him. It never fails to make him teary-eyed though...

[keymintt]

a comic/zine about coyotes

[somerandomdudelmao]

Let me show you one of my original concepts :>

Because. Why not haha👍

Characters refs Masterpost

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[raynewolferune]

DC x DP Prompt: Bruce is bad at emoting but at least ghosts are empathic (too bad bat kids are not)

Was reading Twincognito on AO3 when I stumbled across this gem again:

~

" “Danny, Tim. I was just…checking in. Is everything alright?” Curse his inability to make meaningful conversation when it wasn’t a life or death situation.

They glanced at each other and shrugged.

Then Danny hauled himself out of the bed and walked over to Bruce.

Bruce tried not to let too much excitement show on his face. "

~

Now I really want to read a story where Bruce adopts Danny post Meta trafficking and is being his usual emotionally constipated self. His kids keep getting mad at him because he's treating their new meta brother who was trafficked poorly (generally being stilted in conversation with him, walking away hurriedly mid-conversation, avoiding Danny when he's feeling really awkward, etc). They think Bruce is discriminating against Danny for being a civilian, meta, dealer's pick, but really it's just Bruce being horribly socially awkward. Danny knows this because of ghost empathy and find the whole thing hilarious. The whole thing comes to a head with the Bat Kids staging an intervention in the Bat Cave.

[fluentisonus]

He added, after a pause: “Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.”

Les Misérables, Volume I / Book V / Chapter III, trans. Hapgood