#or not I can’t promise shit

[jeskerthefool]

Happy birthday, citizen.

[third-king-of-salmonids]

WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME IT WAS BRING YOUR SMALLFRY TO WORK DAY THE OFFICE IS OVERRUN ;—;

[angxliquel]

is this a good time to say that I’ve actually been working on a vampire! Yaz x vampire hunter! Sammy fic for like. a few weeks now

[zeb-z]

demon girl tina who shaves her horns down, who tries to be everything a demon isn’t. never angry, never pressed, sweet and easygoing. perfect in every sense of the term. who’s traumatized from purgatory, who’s afraid of losing what she loves as much as she’s afraid of being shunned by who she loves for what she is. for all the imperfections that fracture her perfect image. who craves trust, a place to belong, the secret of who she is just bubbling under the surface, shaved down and hidden just underneath the cat ears she wears.

human girl bagi who embraces imperfection, who loves with loyalty and longevity. who would go to the ends of the earth for her loved ones, knowing their worst sins, their terrible crimes, and going I will love you anyway. I will be there for you anyway. who’s best friend is a demon, who she knows is a demon, who she met at his worst, and wouldn’t let him go through it alone. who understands the importance of secrets, which means she knows the value of honesty, and is ready to lay out all her truths once she cares about someone enough, trusts them enough.

tina getting flighty and nervous when she’s told that it’s love what bagi feels - not because she doesn’t feel the same, but because she does, and it’s all she’s ever wanted, and isn’t that just terrifying? because she doesn’t think she fully deserves it. not yet at least! and she doesn’t want to lose it. imperfect, clumsy, secretly a demon tina, still processing purgatory and everything that came before, so afraid because she believes she can’t measure up. once she’s worked on herself, once she’s perfect, she says. once she stops panicking at purgatory flashbacks, once she stops losing her temper, once she can provide stability, once she’s shaved her horns and they stop growing back - then she’ll be ready. as soon as she’s made herself into something easily lovable.

bagi listens to tina as she spills some of this to her, under the moonlight along the beach. not quite all her worries, but some, just like she had given not quite her whole heart, but a part of it, in that room that represents bagi’s mind. and bagi doesn’t press for more than what she’ll give, because she cherishes what has been given already, because she’s in no rush and has no where else to go, because above all else, she’s in love and willing to wait. and in the meantime, she’ll reassure tina that she doesn’t want perfection - she just wants tina the way she is.

[oobbbear]

I love this certain art style called ‘drawing with the shittiest line but fill it in with the most gorgeous color that makes the overall drawing work” it’s wizardry

[corrodedcoughin]

some thoughts about Steddie and blowing kisses

It started as all things do with them, as a joke. He doesn't know when it started but it did, as part of his routine when he leaves Robin he blows her a kiss. Just a touch of his fingers to his mouth and a wave of his hand. Nothing elaborate. And Robin's response is equally routine, pretends to grab it and stick it in her shirt pocket.

Everyone is used to it, nothing new, just part of their relationship. Eddie is hanging out at family video with them both when Steve goes to take his break outside, desperate for some fresh air after being stuck in the stuffy store. As he is heading out the door, he sends Robin a kiss, she puts up her hand to catch it and that's when the routine changes. Eddie vaults over a display table of tapes and mimes grabbing the kiss and eating it. He’s like a wild animal, snorting and snuffling crouched on the ground, looking up at Steve when he's finished with a deranged smile

'Thanks for that Stevie, I was starving.'

Both Robin and Steve are trying so desperately not to laugh but they can't help it, Steve stumbles out the front door with a 'what the fuck' coming out between the gasps for air and Robin is applauding Eddie from inside the store. Eddie obviously gives a dramatic and over the top bow.

Eddie is involved in the kiss routine from then on and the response is always a surprise. Steve has witnessed his air kisses being hit by an imaginary bat achieving a home run with Eddie doing a victory lap around the parking lot, being clutched out of the air and stuffed in Eddie's back pocket 'for later', caught in Eddie's hands and let out the window like an unwanted insect, inhaled in like a hoover, cowered against and fought like it was a life threatening dragon 'Sir Steve, Lady Buckley stay close! I will slay the beast!'

They escalate and escalate until one day Eddie is standing next to Steve when he blows the kiss. Steve anticipates his response, he'd be lying if he said he's now only really blowing these kisses to see what Eddie will do, see the smile it brings to the other boy's face and tries to push down the butterflies in his own stomach when Eddie sends a wink to Steve at the end of the performance. This time though? Eddie pretends to grab the kiss out of the air, places it to his cheek, with a blush creeping up from his neck and leans forward. He leans and lets his lips brush Steve's cheek in return. Steve is frozen solid, trying desperately not to let his legs buckle in surprise and feels Eddie smile as he whispers 'figured I better start returning these. think I've got a lot to make up for.'

[wynnyfryd]

UPDATE: FINISHED IT!!

you can read the full fic here:

preview of my new fic Monsoon Season (in which i saw this tweet and immediately took it so, so personally)

“Harrington, are you fucking kidding me?” Eddie asks as he slams a magazine down in front of Steve, rattling the coffee cup perched on the edge of the little round table.

Monsoon Season, the headline reads. Just who is the man behind America’s hottest new book series?

Steve’s eyes are far too full of mirth for Eddie’s liking. “They think it’s you, don’t they?”

“Of course they think it’s me, you jackass.” Eddie snatches the magazine back, sniffing indignantly as Steve openly laughs at him.

Eddie doesn’t have a workplace nemesis — does his best not to participate in all the petty office politics that go on in the publishing world, thank you very much — but ohhh, boy. If he did. If he did have one, it would be this fucking guy.

Steve fucking Harrington. Former King of Hawkins High, Current Pain in Eddie’s Ass, and not even in the fun way.

See, three years ago Eddie finally got his first big break — topped charts, stole hearts, and broke records with his swashbuckling adventure series aimed at the 10-13 year old crowd. He hadn’t ever really planned to become a children’s author, but hey, turns out he’s great at spinning a tale that a fifth grader can’t put down. Kids love him, parents love him, and now—

Well, now, parents hate him. Are two seconds away from calling for his fucking head. And that’s the whole problem, isn’t it?

One group of ravenous mommy blogger watchdogs becomes unwaveringly convinced that beloved children’s author Eddie Munson is secretly writing filthy gay erotica under the pen name Freddie Monsoon, and now his whole career is in jeopardy.

It’s not even a good pen name.

“A source close to Munson assures us this scorching erotica can’t be his doing,” the article in Eddie’s claw-like grip reads. “‘He’s stupid,’ our source tells us with a bright laugh and a wink, ‘but not that stupid.’”

You know who is that fucking stupid, though?

“You’re still here?” Steve asks mildly while Eddie glares some more.

He knows the pen name belongs to Steve, because one, Chrissy’s a gossip and told him the second she found out, and two, King Shithead himself told Eddie to his face. Gloated about it in this very coffee shop, actually; smirked over the lip of a chai latte while angry mothers protested with homemade signs on the sidewalk outside of the building.

“Yes, I’m still here! Why the hell are you doing this to me, man?”

Does he know how many angry emails Eddie’s gotten in the last hour alone? Seriously, what the fuck?

Steve slides another glance his way — sideways through hooded lids, some sadistic delight gleaming just below the veneer. “Because I like it when you’re flustered,” he smirks, and then he stands to collect his things. “See you tomorrow, Munson.”

[buggyandthebartoclub]

Look at these!!!!!!!! Thank you again for letting me commission you for these beautiful pieces!! @badly-drawn-doflamingo 😭💕

When youve been too busy to enjoy fandom fun sometimes you have to treat yourself ✨

((Extra note for clarity: these art pieces are by @badly-drawn-doflamingo ! Not me! 💕))

[menacewithawolfcut]

fuck the institution of marriage i am nobody’s spouse let alone a stay-at-home one

*clears throat* well, you know what? nevermind everything single thing i have just said

[five-flavor-soup]

i see zuko barely mentioning his friends in LOK 100% as a result from the absolute shitshow that was the promise. literally only suki was genuinely in his corner. the kid got left alone to run a war-torn, highly unstable country at 16. his uncle fucked off to ba sing se and his friends went to gallivant around the world and be relatively free in what they were doing and he’s like. stressed out of his mind trying to keep his nation AND himself from unraveling. we don’t hear about letters inquiring as to how he is doing. we don’t hear about genuine and helpful visits from any of them. iroh HAS to know zuko has an aversion to asking for help in addition to a massive sense of responsibility but he just?? assumes everything is peachy?

AND THEN. the conclusion to the comic, after zuko almost gets KILLED, is that zuko is ‘still just a boy’??? if so, then why the fuck wasn’t anyone helping??? if he’s still just a boy (just a CHILD) why did everybody just let him run himself into the ground??

oh, but no. he’s totally gone ‘barmy’, surely, while you allcarelessly ran around having a bit of a sort-of-break post-war. no wonder the remains and memories of the gaang feel so splintered in LOK. they really just destroyed the found family aspect that was so appealing in ATLA.

[bright0foxo]

I hate this drawing SO MUCH I hate how I drew Sinclair I hate how I drew delta and his clothes I hate the pose I hate it 😭 but it give me an excuse to practice anatomy and take a break from commissions T.T

[xcherryerim]

I normally write love corners and not love triangles for threesome stories (which is literally one but yk)

but for the Derek x Reader x Mickey that shit is gonna be gay (still mainly focus on the reader but you know.)

also that story might come up first than the love corner of Mike x Reader x Futturman. sorry (im not sure if I like the plot of that one yet)

I would love to write more love triangles if it’s like a jhutch character with another character of the show/movie ofc not with a jhutch and jhutch character.

im not doing onceler x onceler type shit and i’m tired of ppl making it seem like i am

anyways ask me for Wolf x reader x futturman , Venessa x reader x mike or William x reader x Mike or with other characters yk… (im begging)

[wendytestabrat]

super best friends scene by scene rant (FROM THE VAULT [2020])

i’m almost out of these vault rants so that means ima have to start writing new shit again soon smh

[marco-polar-klepsky]

so I finally finished this critter, it took a while cuz of the whole saga yesterday but yippee I got it finished

I don’t really know what I’m doing with this creature other than making another version of it that’s just a sona because I can or whatever (idk I like this guy a little design wise kinda) but shout out to tumblr users sickovitall and sickknotdoom for the inspiration to make this guy (not @‘d because idk if you all are fine with that)

[munamania]

ohhh you think the barbie movie is just a giant commercial. you think it has little to no important commentary and should be written off along with *checks notes* every other project to ever come out made by women that centers women that isn’t an absolutely perfect depiction of intersectional anti capitalist feminism. should we throw a party. should we invite ben shapiro

[j2zara]

I don’t want to go anywhere else I like it here. I like yall it’s so rare to feel any sense of community in fandom. I just always feel like I’m fucking up whenever I’m in discord it’s so overwhelming and I feel like I never say the right thing. My impulse is always the wrong one etc etc