#part of

[tazzomi]

Newly dubbed Recess AU!

Cleo Bdubs and Scar play house within every game and Cleo wears her dance costume everywhere when she plays mom cause she says she looks more mature. Bdubs is horribly accident prone and has fallen out of many trees in his life time of like 7 years.

Tango is jumpy and has nearly burned down the school many times Impulse finds this hilarious and has been the cause of several fires.

The bad boys found sunglasses left on the playground and stole them. jimmy took an old vest from his sister (Lizzie) to feel more badass. (Also Jimmy has wings but I didn’t wanna draw them cause that’s hard) also Pearl and Grian are siblings but like adopted siblings cause Pearl is a moth. More sketches soon :D I’m having lots of fun drawing these guys (close ups after the big one)

[ongawdclub]

T h e

C o m e b a c k

[liltaireissocute]

Tastes like strawberries On a summer evenin'

[gokartkid]

016.   behind the school’s gymnasium + chalex

“Charles,” Alex hissed, looking fervently behind him, “Charles. Charlie! Stop ignoring me.”

“I am not ignoring you,” Charles said, turning to look at him, hands on his hips, “but you have to be quiet Alexander.”

“What are you doing back here?” Alex pursued his point doggedly. He’d been getting ready for afternoon practise when he’d seen Charles duck behind the back of the school gym, covert if not for his bright red shoes. 

They were both whispering. Something about the back of the school gymnasium made it feel almost taboo to talk louder than a whisper; the rusted metal wall, overgrown grass tickling his ankle and the smell of damp earth in the shade. He could see a patch of dandelions by Charles’ feet, weeds that were nowhere to be seen on the rest of their school grounds. 

“I’m waiting,” Charles said vaguely, nose in the air. His air of superiority quickly dissipated though; Charles had never been a person above gossiping. That was why Alex never told him any of his secrets. Or, well, never any important ones anyway.

“Waiting for—?”

“Well,” he said, and leaned in close, lips twitching up excitedly. Alex could smell his deodorant, fresh, and underneath that the scent of his laundry detergent, “if you must know, Alex, I am waiting to spy on Max.”

“Max?” Alex was legitimately surprised, it came out louder than he meant it to— echoing on the back of the corrugated iron gymnasium. Charles shushed him furiously.

“Yes, Max,” he was enjoying this, clearly, cheeks flushed and looking at Alex coyly through his lashes, “do you want to know why?”

“Get on with it Charles,” Alex said, rolling his eyes, “we’ve got to get to practise soon, unless you’ve forgotten.”

“I know!” Charles mock stretched, doing silly high knees, “I am warm. Coach will not mind it if we are a little late.”

‘He won’t mind if you’re late,” Alex thought, resigned. He would be a different story.

“Max,” Charles was finally continuing, “is seeing Daniel.”

He announced it with a flourish, a juicy piece of steak unveiled on a silver platter.

Alex paused, blinking at him.

“I know that Charles.”

“What?” Charles squawked— he seemed legitimately surprised, lips forming a round, pink o. “How?”

“I’m friends with Max, you dickhead,” Alex shook his head exasperatedly, smiling, “he’s been crushing on Daniel for forever. I’m not surprised it’s reciprocated, or whatever.”

“Oh,” Charles seemed disappointed to not be delivering ground-breaking news. He was worrying his lip between his teeth. He hesitated.

“And—“ Alex was listening attentively now. Charles seemed oddly nervous all of a sudden, “you do not have a problem with it?”

“What?” Alex blinked, “what do you mean? I think Daniel’s a stand up guy, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“No—“ Charles drew out the vowel, looking away, “ah— I mean. I don’t know. Sometimes there are problems, you know, where people do not like it when two boys are, uh—“

“Charles,” Alex couldn’t stop himself from laughing, even as Charles frowned, “Charlie are you seriously asking me if I’m homophobic? I like guys, I clearly like guys.”

He made an expansive gesture towards himself with his arms — look! At all of this! — and wondered about whether he should actually be offended that Charles had assumed he was straight.

“Well!” Charles was embarrassed now, Alex could see it on his face, red creeping up his ears and his nose going pink, “I did not want to assume.”

“This,” Alex pointed at his head, scrubbing his hand through bleach blond hair, “this is literally because I broke up with my long-term boyfriend a couple months ago and I liked the look. Rebound hair.”

“Rebound hair,” Charles echoed, looking up at it, blinking slowly, “oh. So you are not seeing George then?”

It was an afternoon of revelations and almost offensive assumptions.

“George?” Alex really shouted this time, and he didn’t care who heard them, “George! Oh my god Charles. No. Not at all. He’s my best friend!”

“People date their best friends,” Charles said defensively, “you could have been!”

Alex shook his head furiously, making an X with his arms. He couldn’t stop laughing, bending over properly as he wheezed. 

“Nope. Not me though. Oh my god!”

“Don’t laugh at me,” Charles was properly flushed now, but giggling as well, rubbing at the tips of his ears, “come on Alex, it’s not that ridiculous.”

“God,” Alex felt his stomach cramping as he gasped for breath, putting one hand forward into the long grass to steady himself, “oh my god Charlie. Maybe you should be a comedian.”

“It’s not funny,” Charles could become impressively whiny when he put his mind to it, “Alex! Alex stop making fun of me!”

“I’m not,” he toppled back to sit on his arse, looking up at Charles’ indignant face, hair framed gold by the sun behind him, “I’m not. I promise. Now help me up and let’s go before Horner decides to kill us.”

[jamespotterthefirst]

The moods during Part of Your World

[fortunaestalta]

[mppmaraudergirl]

a pleasing smile

little “drabble” on AO3 here

But before Lily focuses on her friend pointing out the byline on the article about Best Charms and Potions for Self-Care another magazine catches her eye—the sister version of the magazine currently in Mary’s hands: Witch Weekly which apparently has just published its big summer edition featuring Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Smile Awards.

“Oh good fucking Merlin!”

“Now really!” says an exasperated witch walking by who Lily ignores.

Because the fact of the matter is, oh good fucking Merlin! is quite tame of a response when she sees who exactly has been voted (fucking unanimously, it says, and Lily huffs at whatever panel of women have unanimously decided such a thing) as having the most charming smile: James bloody Potter.

Read on AO3

[thegoldenavenger]

My mom got invited to a Taylor Swift party

[djlechat]

[kanna-kizuchi-enjoyer]

I love whit

[genderfluid-druid]

hurr hurr I'm a human body hurr hurr I'm gonna solve all my problems using mucus

[midnightcrisisstuff]

actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.

[loathsome-sickness]

"people show their true colours in life threatening situations" no, they show you what they act like when they're mortally terrified, an emotion notorious for literally turning your entire brain off to the point where people who go into those situations as a profession need to be literally trained on how to not have that happen

[gokartkid]

brocedes - text!

“I don’t think that’s fair,” Nico is annoyed, practically bristling— Lewis looks away, knows that will piss him off even more.

“Fair,” he scoffs, looks hard down at the table, the dark lines of the wood graining blurring in front of him, “so you care about that now?”

Nico blanches, red and white, flinches backwards and then leans forward, close, until they’re almost touching; Lewis can see where he’s getting a pimple on his cheek, the sweat beading at his forehead. He feels hot where they’re almost touching, just from proximity.

“I’ve always— it’s you, you’ve never cared about being fair,” Nico’s hands are clenched on the table next to his textbook; Lewis was doing his homework, Nico always left it right up until the period before.

“I,” Lewis says slowly, as he stands up, doesn’t know whether he wants to run away, or punch him, or— or kiss him, desperately; he read something the other day about the centres of violence and pleasure in the brain, the crossover— he thinks that they must be lighting up now, “am the one with the broken arm here.”

[so-many-ocs]

[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

[fortunaestalta]