#inspiration struck today

[unrealwasteland]

[x]

[mortellanarts]

what an odd sort of comfort

to be destined to fail

[killemwithkawaii]

Okay but how sweet would it be for Sally and Kim to have a (slightly awkward, but) wholesome friendship after he gave her that bird pic huh how fuckin cute would that be??

Sal and Kim Friendship Headcanons-

[CW: Unsanitary, bullying, weapon, mentions of murder and death, in-game themes]

>On the day everyone finds out Mrs. Packerton had died, Kim gives Sal the last of the bologna she has in the cafeteria walk-in because she knows how much he and his friends liked it. Sal is touched by the gesture and somehow manages not to gag while thanking her for it.

>When Sal goes through the lunch line, he and Kim always exchange pleasantries and have short chats about the birds in the courtyard, current school events, the latest episodes of popular TV shows, etc.

>Kim insists on giving Sal extra big helpings of food and will scold him if he doesn't finish what she scoops onto his tray.

"You are a growing boy Sally, you must eat so you can become big and strong! Now, go sit and finish before bell, or you get BIG BROCCOLI with NO CHEESEY SAUCE for dessert tomorrow!!"

Sal finds it a little irksome, especially when he's already stuffed to the gills, but does his best to comply because it admittedly feels nice to be subjected to a bit of motherly doting once in a while.... (Push comes to shove, Chug is always happy to help him make those last few bites disappear.)

>If one of them is absent due to sickness, the other takes note and worries. (Kim, because she can't help but be a bit of a mother hen over Sal, and Sal, because he fears the D.O.G. has claimed another person in his life as a victim.) They always expresses their concern and relief when the absentee returns to school.

>They empathize with each other regarding their respective deformities/disabilities and the othering they both experience because of said conditions.

Kim understands feeling self-conscious about appearances, as she's very sensitive about hers, but encourages Sal to be proud of who he is and to not be afraid to knock some sense into those who say otherwise (to do this, she suggests utilizing a sock full of pennies. "Is lunch money that helps you keep your other lunch money! 😉").

Sal always sticks up for Kim any time one of the other students mocks her appearance, whether she's around to hear it or not. ("Kim may not be a looker, but at least she's not a rude, shallow asshat. Hope you REALLY LIKE the crustiest corner of the mac and cheese tray, cuz that's what you're gonna be eating every Tuesday until summer break. 🤷‍♂️")

>When his senior year is coming to an end, Kim gives Sal an old and obviously well-loved birding book as a graduation gift. The handwritten note on the inside of the cover reads:

Sally,

Spread your wings and fly like the birdies!

Your friend,

Kim

(P.S. Keep eating your veggies, you will grow soon!)

While Sal doesn't really use it, he keeps it on his bookshelf as a memento. He pages through it occasionally to look at the nice pictures and to do a little reminiscing about one of the precious few positive experiences he had while attending Nockfell High School.

>After the Addison Apartment murders, Kim is one of the few people who steps forward to be a character witness for Sal during his trial. Despite all the evidence against him, she insists that Sally is a

'... kind, smart, sweet boy. He cause mischief, been in some rough and tumbles, yes, but he NEVER MURDER anyone!! Kim is SURE about that!!"

Ultimately, her testimony was discredited by the prosecution for various nitpicky reasons, but Sal appreciated her vouch of confidence all the same....

[whattraintracks]

2. Revenge - TMNT 2012

Raphael gets revenge for a fallen brother.

Raph stands over Leo's fallen form, heartbreak and fear in his eyes, and Leo almost gives up right then. But Raph steels himself just as fast. He turns to their enemy, fists clenched, the picture of righteous fury. He has always been their protector.

And with every ounce of force in his body, he boldly declares, "Don't worry, Leo! I'll revenge you!"

Leo really tries not to giggle with Mikey at that for the sake of the game and the fierce little five-year-old holding fast above him.

Predictably, Donnie's head pops up from behind the couch cushion barricade. "Actually, Fai, it's avenge—or, wait. Maybe both are right? You'd usually say—"

His impromptu grammar lesson cuts to a screech when he gets a face full of little turtle. The two of them tumble into a tight ball, Raph struggling with all his might and Donnie striking that careful balance between fight and play they've all had to learn the last few days to protect a brother much smaller than usual.

Leo rolls onto his plastron, pillow-induced death forgotten, to keep an eye on them. Raph's always been pretty rough and tumble, and even at 5, they could take some good hits in a spar. But it's still a little scary to wrestle with him when he's this small, to check their strength, to remember that your partner doesn't remember all the steps to your lethal dance.

Game forgotten, Mikey romps off to help Sensei carry in the tea and snacks Raph had adorably insisted on before his afternoon nap today.

"Man, Sensei, were we really this much work as kids?"

Leo rolls his eyes fondly at Mikey's moaning. All he'd done was crouch behind couch cushions. Meanwhile, Leo and Raph had fought for their lives to overtake Donnie's masterfully built pillow fort. Leo fought with honor and fell valiantly, thank you very much.

Splinter hums thoughtfully, "Yes. And no."

Mikey groans again, more playfully this time.

Leo can picture the twinkle in their father's eyes. Raph is laughing so hard he can't possibly be breathing, so Donnie's hands cease their tickle assault to hover anxiously over him.

"The four of you were certainly a lot to handle," he hears Sensei continue, "But you could usually be counted upon to care for and entertain each other."

Leo looks over just in time to catch Mikey's broad grin.

Splinter beckons Leo, and Donnie's not far behind, lugging an enshelled Raph.

"He's alright," Donnie preempts, "Just hiding from the nefarious tickle monster." Echoey giggles emerge from the little shell in agreement.

Leo basks in the comfort of taking tea with his family, of Donnie and Mikey doting on their little big brother, of Sensei watching over them with fondness and pride. They all try not to laugh at Splinter's disgruntled expression when Raph dunks his animal crackers into his teacup, suppressed snickers turning to full-bodied laughter at Raph's sly grin.

Then Mikey announces nap time, and Leo can't help the feeling that something important is slipping away from him. Raph lifts his arms sweetly, all sleepy and sated, to be bundled and whisked away. He calls I love yous and good nights over Mikey's shoulder.

Leo's heart hasn't stopped clenching since Donnie's panicked shout drew them all to the lab and revealed his much-shrunk brother, but it twists painfully again when he returns that call.

A furred claw settles on his shoulder. "Something troubles you, my son?"

"He's just," and Leo's not even sure he can put it into words, "so much more, Sensei."

And he doesn't mean it like Mikey did. Sure, the little guy needs a lot of care and attention, but Leo could never be frustrated about that. All he ever wants is to care for and attend to his brothers, and that Raph isn't pushing him away out of some sense of teenage pride fills him with warmth and sweetness.

What he really means to ask is, where did it all go?

Where did this happy little turtle go? The one who had bouts of hot anger but could be soothed with hugs and kisses. Who cried fat tears when he thought he'd hurt his brothers even accidentally. Who shrieked with joy at the sight of a beloved toy, or movie, or treat. Who said I love you as easy as breathing. Who felt so much so loudly and so brightly.

Sensei nods sagely. "Raphael has always been a sensitive child with large emotions. He has better control of them at your age." But Donnie's looking right at Leo, something fragile in his eyes. Guilt, probably, and understanding.

And Leo wonders sometimes after things go back to normal. When Raph is big again and still himself, always himself, but closed off in his anger, quieter in his fear and sadness and guilt, secret in his joy and love like they're a weakness and not the strongest parts of him. He wonders if maybe there's a part of Raph who still just wants to be hugged and held and loved when his emotions get too big for his body.

[dillydallydove]

"The Only Thing I Do Know Is That We Have To Be Kind. Please, Be Kind. Especially When We Don't Know What's Going On."

-Everything Everywhere All at Once

[buzzbeez]

If you're not using your art skills to make monstrosities then what are you even doing. I'm printing balloon Luffy out and hanging him on my tree

[americorys]

Chenford + "Did you just meow at me?"

Lucy can see Tim's head from the parking lot – easily, actually, considering he's at least three feet taller than anyone else at the playground. She chews on her lip as she leans against the side of her car and watches him for a long few seconds, a rare moment she gets to see him without him seeing her back.

His eyes are shining, his smile easy as he scoops a kid under each of his arms and starts walking towards a bright red play structure. He's talking and she can imagine his voice, low and excited, animated in the way she knows Tim can be, even though he doesn't bother with it all that often. He swings one arm forward, then the other, laughing as his nephews screech beneath his forearms, gripping onto him, knowing they're secure.

She knows the feeling – she likes it enough that she could screech, too.

This thing between them is new. New enough that they haven't really discussed what it is, yet; new enough that she'd spent twenty extra minutes tearing a bunch of hangers out of her closet before settling on a sweater she knows Tim's seen her in before and calling it a day. It's new, but it's different – she's not used to feeling her stomach roll at the sight of Tim, to letting her eyes linger on the expanse of his arms and not feeling ashamed of herself. It's also, somehow, the same – he's still Tim Bradford, the most infuriating person she's ever met and simultaneously, the best. He finds her now, his eyes registering she's standing there and his face softening. She's not sure how he does that – picks her out across a parking lot or in the middle of a crowded bullpen and looks at her so that her knees feel weak – but she likes it. That, inexplicably, isn't new – he's always been the one to find her, no matter what.

Lucy waves, feeling her neck grow warm because he's caught her watching him (again) and he knows it. The warmth spreads as Tim raises a brow, grins, and winks at her before returning his attention to the kids. Her stomach feels like it could drop straight out of her body if she's not careful. God, she's always known he's like this...but to have it directed at her? It's almost too much, almost too good.

She makes her way up the path to the playground, laughing as Tim's niece comes barreling towards her at the entrance gate as she unlatches it. She's only met the little blonde girl, Charlie, three times over the course of the last few months, but apparently, they've already forged a bond. Lucy scoops Charlie up and grins at her as the nearly two-year-old begins babbling nonsense into Lucy's ear about brothers and swings and candy. "Wow," Lucy hums, bouncing her up and down as she steps onto the rubbery flooring, eyes scanning over the little girl's outfit. "Did Uncle Tim dress you this morning?"

"Very funny," Tim calls, frowning at her. "She dressed herself, I'm told."

"Oh, wow," Lucy coos, laughing at the pair of candy cane print leggings and the neon orange jack-o-lantern t-shirt with matching tutu she's got on. "You're ahead of your time, aren't you Charlie girl?"

"She's excited for Halloween," Josh supplies from under Tim's arm, his chest puffed out as he radiates as much oldest-brother-energy he can muster. "She's being a kitty cat."

"Kitty cat," Charlie squeals over at Lucy, poking her in the cheek with a laugh before adding a higher-pitched, "meow, meow."

"Oh, she's going to be the coolest cat, huh?" Lucy grins over at Tim as he laughs, setting Josh down, then Danny, ruffling the younger boy's hair as he grumbles up at his uncle. "What about you guys?"

Josh yells, "Thor," at the same time Danny yells, "Spiderman," and before Lucy can react, the two of them both take off running towards a larger jungle gym.

"Don't hurt yourselves," Tim calls, cupping one hand around the side of his mouth and squinting over at the two of them. "No blood allowed in my truck."

"Got it," Danny screams back, because Josh is already climbing.

Lucy rolls her eyes, pursing her lips over at Tim as she ducks down and puts Charlie on the ground, straightening her bright orange tutu. "What do you think, is Uncle Tim mean?"

Tim snorts down at her, rolling his eyes. "Please," he mutters, squatting down next to them, his forearms balanced on his thighs.

Charlie, who's still holding onto the sleeve of Lucy's sweater, looks over at her uncle and then back at Lucy, her eyes wide. "No, nice Tim."

Lucy scoffs as Tim beams at her, settling his hand on Charlie’s back and patting it gently. “See?” He raises his brows at Lucy. “Nice Tim.”

She bites back a laugh as she shakes her head. “You paid her to say that.” 

Tim shakes his head, scooping Charlie up and then holding his free hand out to Lucy, pulling her up and sliding his arm over her shoulders. “Tell Lucy what I’m being for Halloween, kid.”

“Kitty cat!” Charlie nearly screams, and Tim winces. Lucy watches the two of them, her brow furrowed. 

“No, that’s your costume,” Lucy softens her face as she finds Charlie’s eyes, knowing she looks confused. “What’s Uncle Tim’s costume?”

“Kitty Tim,” Charlie responds, still enthusiastic, but now distracted by a swing set that she reaches out towards. She throws in a quiet, under-the-breath, “meow.”

“Meow is right,” Tim grins, bouncing her lightly before looking down at Lucy, his brows raised. “Meow,” he leans in close to her ear, his voice lower. Lucy hates that it sends a fucking shiver down her spine. 

It hits her all at once: the fact that Tim’s agreed to dress up as a kitty cat to match his niece for Halloween, that he’s openly sharing it with her. Her stomach flips as her throat goes tight, and she can’t do anything, really, but she reaches up and grabs the hand he’s got draped over her shoulder, lacing their fingers.

“Did you just meow at me, Tim Bradford?”

Tim chuckles, shrugging. “I’m practicing. You think you can draw on some whiskers for me?”

Lucy bites on the inside of her cheek, letting out a slow breath as she lets the feeling she’s come to recognize wash over her. She won’t name it, yet, but it feels a hell of a lot like love. She pulls his hand to her mouth, kissing it gently. “You’re going to be the hottest kitty cat on the block,” she murmurs, smirking up at him. 

Tim plunks Charlie down into a baby swing, narrowing his eyes at her. “What, you’re not going to join in the fun?” 

She raises her brows, not bothering to fight off her smile. “I’m invited?”

He pushes the swing gently with his free hand, watching it for a moment before dipping down and pressing a light kiss to her lips, mumbling, "I can't be a kitty cat all on my own, Lucy," against them before pulling back, laughing. "Besides," he shrugs, nodding his chin towards his niece in her swing, who's squealing in excitement as he pushes her a bit harder. "I already told her you'd do it."

Lucy snorts, shoving at his chest before leaning up and kissing his chin. "Of course you did. See? Mean Uncle Tim."

Tim chuckles, shaking his head. "You of all people know I'm very nice when I want to be."

She leans into him, grinning hard as she hums softly. "I do know that," she whispers, turning her head and pressing a kiss to his chest, humming against it when she feels his hand curl over the back of her head. "Very, very well."

[ddragayn]

the dog you really gotta dread is the one that howls inside your head it’s him who howling drives men mad and a mind to its undoing

@heropartnerweek - ALONE

[Image ID: Digital doodle on a dark gray canvas of a darkrai in red sketchy lines hovering over a prinplup in white sketchy lines. The darkrai's claws curl around the prinplup's head, who's facing away. They stand in a red glowing circle. /.End ID]

[twicearoundthesun]

[coven au]

Nayeon could always tell where the new girl was – or at least, when she was near. The atmosphere became heavy with unease, with disdain, as she approached; the townspeople glaring in her presence. Nayeon rarely tried to use her powers on the people around her, but she couldn’t help but be perceptive to such drastic changes in the mood of the masses.

The town didn’t like newcomers. The newcomer couldn’t seem to take the hint.

Nayeon handed a pouch of her landlord’s money to the butcher and was handed back her basket, this time full of meat and bread. She thanked him and waited for her change. As he dropped the coins in her palm, there was a crash behind her.

The shoppers in the town square had frozen to watch the scene: there the new girl was, on her butt in the mud, the bag full of rotting fruit she’d purchased spread before her. She reached hastily for it, but only managed to grab a questionably bruised apple before one of the teenagers (that had likely pushed her in the first place) brought his foot down, crushing much of it to a pulp.

He laughed at the shock on her face before turning on his heel, friends in tow.

The villagers went on with their days. The girl sat frozen in the mud.

Nayeon sighed, placing her basket to the side before helping the girl to her feet.

“Thank you.” She said, quickly. Relief flooded her emotions, and a pitiful sliver of hope.

“You need to move on. This town isn’t friendly to outsiders.” Nayeon said, voice low.

The girl seemed startled. Nayeon could feel her disappointment. She didn’t flinch.

“I… I will. Soon, I just,” The girl took a shaky breath. “I need to stay in one place. Just for a week. I’ve been going for months… I’m tired.”

Nayeon could see it in her eyes, could feel it, the sheer exhaustion. The underlying fear that motivated her. But she wouldn’t be safe here, Nayeon knew.

“Better to be exhausted on the road than burnt at the stake here.”

The girl recoiled as if she’d burnt her. Her fear was much more urgent now, and potent; it even had Nayeon’s heart rate picking up a little.

“I – Why would they-”

“I know what you are. How you fear them finding out. Don’t play dumb with me, you’re an awful liar.”

The girl looked around quickly. Nayeon had made sure everyone was out of earshot when she’d said it.

“I-I’ll do anything. Please, don’t turn me in-” The tears were starting.

“I’m not going to turn you in.” Nayeon said. “But you need to leave town. It isn’t safe for you here.”

“It isn’t safe anywhere.” Her voice cracked. “I’ve been… Running for so long.”

“Then you can run a little more.” Nayeon said. She looked around and took a loaf of bread from her basket upon seeing no one – she’d have to lie about market prices today, but the girl was swaying where she stood. She slipped it into her hands and turned to walk the road home.

She didn’t look back.

The young witch didn’t heed her warning.

The next time Nayeon encountered her, days later, it was because she’d once again sensed fear. Poignant, this time; not the villagers anxiety towards newcomers, but the fear of someone in immediate danger. Despite her best interest, and her brief attempt to leave it be, she found herself walking towards the source.

As she rounded the corner she found her answer: one of the bastard teenagers held the witch’s arms behind her, a hand clamped firmly over her mouth so she couldn’t scream. She was kicking at an accomplice who’d caught her boot and held tight to her ankle.

“You must have something valuable to us, lady.” One of them was saying, as he patted down her dress and she thrashed in their hold. “We can’t let you leave town without paying the toll…”

“And what makes you think a traveling beggar is a good candidate for robbery?” Nayeon spoke up. The young men froze, and the witch was dropped to the hard dirt under her. The younger of the two men scrambled out of the alleyway, leaving his friend to deal with the consequences of their actions. The girl scrambled to get up, but he placed a boot on her leg, pinning her to the ground.

“Pretty thing like her probably conned a few men out of their hard-earned coin. She’s gotta keep it somewhere, eh? What makes you think a housemaid has any right to speak on the actions of landed men?”

Nayeon barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “I’m not a housemaid. And you’re no landed men; you’re teenagers living on your father’s farms and picking on travelers for coin you don’t need.”

“I could have you locked up for such insult to my character.” He sneered.

“I’m sure you can take that up with my employers.” She waved him off. The young wife of the farmer whose land she worked on had a soft spot for her, as she’d always been loyal. They were filled to the brim with old money, and money was power. Nothing would happen to her.

“I wouldn’t be so sure. I’d think they might take issue with their housemaid donating to the less fortunate with their own food, yeah?”

Damn. Nayeon could have sworn no one was around to see her slip the girl the loaf of bread. She chewed on her lip.

He smiled and turned his attention back to the girl. He reached down towards the girl’s neck, pulling at a chain until a small amulet was revealed to him.

“Ah, but you’ve got a nice necklace, here. I suppose if you can’t offer coin, I can melt this down and you can consider your toll paid.”

“No-” The girl pleaded. “Please, that was my mother’s-”

“I don’t care who’s it was. It’s mine now.”

“Please-”

He ripped the chain off her neck.

“No!” She shrieked. Nayeon felt white, hot anger permeate the air, and a strong blast of wind made her squeeze her eyes shut and cover her face with her arm. When she opened them again, the world was darker.

Leafy, dark green vines of ivy now blanketed the alleyway, bridging the two buildings above her and blocking out much of the sun. Tendrils of the plant continued to creep along the ground and towards the bricks of neighboring buildings at an eerie rate, stretching out of the alleyway and towards the road.

Nayeon had known the girl was a witch, but had no indication that she was this powerful. She met eyes with her.

“WITCH!” The man screamed, before she had time to react.

The girl ducked out of the alleyway and took off at a run, the teenager sprinting behind her. Nayeon found herself chasing after them, heart beating wildly.

It was a pitiful chase, and the girl was tackled in the town square. Villagers had paused their shopping to watch the show.

“She’s a witch!” He screamed again, and there was no denying it now. All of the weeds around them were beginning to grow, to creep outward and away from them. The alleyway they had just vacated looked like the entrance to a thick, dark forest. “She’ll kill me with her magic! Help me bind her!”

Nayeon’s heart hammered in her chest as they tied her hands with rope. A crowd of men surrounded her now. She could hear the girl’s sobs, but could only focus on her own fear, gripping her chest tightly as she watched from behind the crowd.

This is what they’d do to Nayeon, if they found out. When they found out. When Nayeon’s sharp tongue finally spoke ill of the wrong person and someone decided to look closer into her history, her life. When the hysteria over witchcraft finally reached the point of weeding out every member of the town and putting them through trials.

She could escape it. She could turn to the woods now, set off on her own, try to reach safety in the next kingdom and never turn back. She had a pouch full of her landlord’s money, and a full stomach from breakfast.

They had the girl kneeling in the square now. There’d be no trial; in the girl’s fear, she seemed unable to control her own powers. There was no doubt. The town was quickly looking like it was becoming part of the forest, weeds now blanketing the floor around her, ivy beginning to creep up stairs, horse posts, and the statue in the center of town.

“Build a pyre!” Someone yelled.

“That’s too slow! Cut her heart out!” They were answered.

She took a step backwards and felt something crunch underfoot. The necklace… In the chaos, he’d dropped the necklace. She picked it up with a shaky hand.

When she looked up again, the butcher stood in front of the girl.

In front of the witch. Her own kind.

Nayeon closed her eyes. Fear. She tapped into the girl’s fear, envisioned herself shaping it, amplifying it. Combining it with her own, with the fear from every villager in sight. Paralyzing, bone-chilling fear. She took a deep breath in. On the exhale, she cast it over the square, willing it to stomp out every other trace of emotion.

Everything seemed to slow. Many of the townsfolk dropped, gasping for air, gripping their chests. She took off at a run, untying the girl’s wrists quickly. She winced when she realized the target of her rescue was also in some sort of panic, but channeled warm emotions to her as she dragged her into the woods by their entwined hands. The town was already beginning to shake off the attack, and Nayeon could hear the angry calls to hunt them down.

When they finally stopped running, it was because they could no longer hear the faint barking of the hunting dogs, and they allowed themselves to collapse onto the forest floor. Nayeon quickly sunk to her knees, struggling to get a full breath in. For a few minutes, there was silence.

Then a soft, broken voice whispered. “Thank you.”

Nayeon only nodded. She pulled the necklace from her pocket and handed it back to her, and the girl thanked her again, profusely. There was another few seconds of silence.

“You’re a witch, too.”

Nayeon only huffed. No shit.

“You did that, didn’t you? That fear… I thought I was dying. It was so… cold. I was frozen with fear. You’re a mind witch.”

“I’m an empath. Yeah.” Nayeon corrected, starting to look around. She’d never been this deep into the forest, not since arriving to the little town years ago. “And you’re a plant witch.”

“…Botanist.”

“Whatever, kid.” She grumbled. She was beginning to realize the severity of the situation they were in; until now it had been all adrenaline. Now, she was bone tired and painfully aware that she was miles from her warm bed and that she’d never see her stuff again. Her little house, or the stupid little dog that lived on the landlord’s property but favored Nayeon. All gone.

“My name is Dahyun.”

She wheeled around to face her, a sudden sharp anger rising in her chest. “I don’t give a shit, Dahyun. We’re not here to be friends. We’re here because you can’t control yourself.”

Dahyun stayed frozen on the spot, wide-eyed. Nayeon felt a little bad at the outburst, but she hadn’t said anything that wasn’t true. Still, the girl’s big eyes made her guilty. She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I’m Nayeon.”

[ihavemints]

fanart for @unluckyprime 's beautiful creation, little guy and fucking shittass robot. I'm very invested in them

[beep-beep-robin]

kind of obsessed with the idea of steddie getting into a fight about something small and meaningless but in the moment it seems huge. and steve calls up robin and is like hey wanna go out tonight? and he gets all dressed up and ✨bejeweled✨ (yes i did listen to the t swift song while thinking of this) bc he wants eddie to get a tiny bit jealous about all the looks he‘s getting.

and he knows that eddie and nancy are also going out that night, and there‘s not a lot of clubs that they all enjoy so they‘ll probably run into each other sooner or later. but then they‘re out and about and suddenly steve doesn‘t even really feel like making him jealous anymore, he just wants everything to be okay again, because usually eddie‘s always by his side when they go out.

so instead of focusing on the other people around them he decides to give eddie a little show and of course eddie can‘t stay mad at him any longer. and then they sneak off to a bathroom somewhere and talk about everything and both apologize to each other.

when they get back to robin and nancy it‘s VERY clear by the way they’re dancing with each other that the girls don‘t mind if steve and eddie leave to have a chill evening cuddled up in bed together.

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

Thing is, right, I wasn’t able to write at all during the beach trip because I slept in a camper filled with people who liked going to bed early lol and I WRITE LATE AT NIGHT OKAY THAT IS HOW I DO THINGS

So I’m gonna try writing now and see how that goes 😅 Wish me luckkkkk

[mari-lair]

Megamind inspired terukaneaoi au where Aoi is the damsel in distress that always has the time of her life when she is kidnapped, going as far as to give the villain ideas for his evil lair and get him flowers from her garden to see how they’ll look after he makes experiments to bring them to life.

Akane is a ‘villain' who commits harmless crimes outside his routine kidnapping, getting in disguise and undoing any actual damage he might have accidentally caused. He only keeps the gimmick up because he learned Aoi loves the thrill of being swept from her everyday life to a world of adventure, and he loves to see her try not to giggle when faced with his very safe “death traps” . She even has a favorite trap, having named the sharks in his shark pool and occasionally bringing treats for them.

Teru is the depressed but loved overpowered hero that always ‘defeats’ Akane and rescues Aoi, he does have fun making fun of Akane and getting into witty arguments with the guy, not considering him an actual thread to the city, but these banters are only a small part of his day, and not a daily event, so Teru usually isn't having fun. He's tired of the blind worship and the propaganda and the responsibilities and everything about being a hero. He eventually fakes his own death and sends the city into chaos. It doesn’t help like he expected to, losing his responsibilities arguably just made him feel worse, but he can’t pretend he didn’t die. So he is stuck.

[laceratedlamiaceae]

*wakes up in a cold sweat* Izzy with earrings

[gilbertsaviour]

a barbie pride party with @ofthclight's nan + tyler !

there's no legitimate reason for elena to feel nervous right now. not really. it's her first ever pride party. she's got no reason to be nervous. except that she does --- it's technically her coming out party. after missing the boat in college, she's finally living her best life in an lgbtq+ environment. her stunning girlfriend, of course, is by her side, dressed all in pink. elena had a little too much fun doing nancy's hair, as well as her make-up, dressing her up like a barbie doll. everyone knew that if margot robbie didn't get the role, it would have gone to blake lively and nan is a dead ringer for the actress. something that she still has to pinch herself daily over, how she landed the beauty that is nancy adams. raising a shot glass full of tequila to her lips, elena downs it quickly and glances at her phone. ❝ are tyler and sab definitely coming? sab i can believe, but ty? you managed to convince him how exactly? ❞ elena knew both friends in question were bisexual, but tyler lockwood was the last person she would expect to see dressed up as a ken doll, unless of course, nancy had worked some magic of her own.

[neonsbian]

so fucking exhausted good night