#pls don’t judge me

[zany-deer]

Alastor and Vox are like my comfort characters. I love them so much ❤️💙💕

art commissioned by venus24draw (instagram)

[jestersprivilegee]

Hey, roomie! Ch. 1

Thomas j. x reader

Modern au!

In which you room with the most insufferable, arrogant man crafted by the devil himself send to personally annoy you.

warnings: swearing, some sexual references, bad writing tbh (not proofread)

word count: 2.7k

Chat this is my first time using tumblr pls be nice idk what I’m doing

“This has to be a joke, right?” Are the first words that come out of your mouth the moment you lay eyes on your new roommate: Thomas Jefferson.

You despised him all throughout college. He was the biggest manwhore on campus, not to mention infuriatingly smart. You’d know because he used to be your lab partner. That’s how you became familiar with him and his affairs with the girls in your class. After meeting him for the first time, his name just became more and more common.

Rumors of how he slept his entire way around campus, flirted with any and every girl in sight circled around. In fact, the first day of class in freshman year, he strutted his way over as if he owned the place before slipping into the chair next to you, giving you a charming smile. It didn’t fool you.

“No jokin’ round here, sweetheart,” his southern drawl seeped through his words as he opened the door wider for you to enter.

You pushed past him with a glare. “Which room is mine?” You grumbled.

He blinked, a wide grin spreading his face. “Right this way. Unless you wanna sleep with me?” He offers with a sickening laugh. You grimace, nose scrunching in disgust.

“No, thanks. It’s enough that I have to live with you, I think I’d drown myself if we had to share a bed.”

“Your loss.” He shrugged, opening the door to what will be your cave for the next…however long. If only you had enough money to move out and find a different roommate—but alas, you already finalized the papers before doing any research as to whom you would be spending your days with.

What a foolish mistake.

With that, he leaves you to get all settled in. He offered a helping hand, which you shot down with an I don’t need your help and trudged boxes up four flights of stairs since the stupid elevator was broken down.

He watched with amusement when you staggered in, beads of sweat glistening on your forehead after the fifth box.

“You sure you got it?” He shifted on the couch, remote in his hand.

“Positive.” You heaved the heaviest and final box into your room, taking a deep breath before getting items unpacked. After a few hours of getting set up and picturing what your life will entail, you finally finished. Your bookshelf was stocked with all your favorites, your walls were covered in posters and pictures were strung on your bulletin board. The room was small, but you turned it from an asylum to a cozy Pinterest vision board in a matter of hours.

You admired your work, flopping on your bed and letting the stress melt away from your back. The peace you felt was soon swept away when a few knocks sounded your door.

“What?” You groaned, and the door creaked open. Thomas popped his head in.

“I got takeout if you’re hungry. Nice room, by the way,” he comments, eyes wandering around the room before he shuts the door.

—

“So, did you seriously not look into who you’d be rooming with?” Thomas asks, shoveling fried rice into his mouth. You shrug, taking a large bite of lo mein.

“I didn’t think I would room with anyone I knew. Especially not you.”

“You seem upset. I’m happy we’re roommates. Are you not?” He flutters his eyelashes, to which you scoff at.

“What do you think?” You snap, poking your fork at some chicken. There’s no way he’s genuinely looking forward to the next few months, possibly years, of hell.

“I dunno, I’d be thrilled to live with me. I think I’m great,” he flashes his pearly whites. Your eyes were getting tired of how many death glares you’ve sent him in one day.

“Congratulations on being the only person to think that,” you give a faux smile before stuffing more noodles into your mouth.

“Oh, c’mon, I’m not that bad. You don’t even know me!” He pouts, giving you puppy dog eyes. A loud, airy laugh escapes you.

“After enduring your shitty attempts at flirting in freshman year? I think I know what type of person you are plenty.” A sharp grin adorns your face as you focus your eyes on the food before you. He huffs, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I’ve changed, okay?” He mumbles. “I can flirt a lot better now. I can score basically any woman ever.” He claims, which causes you to pause to laugh again.

“No way! Any woman in her right mind would never go out with you.”

He narrows his eyes at you, a snarl creeping on his face. “I’ve been with more women than you have. I don’t think you have much room to talk.”

“Uh, probably ‘cause I don’t like women? Let’s use our brains here,” you mock. He rolls his eyes.

“You know what I mean. You haven’t been with more than what, two guys?” He finishes up the fried rice and moves to throw the styrofoam box away.

“You been keeping track or something?”

He stammers, huffing and avoiding eye contact. “Course not. Don’t turn this into something it’s not.”

“Whatever you say, Thomas.” You finish up your food as well and throw out the box, crossing your arms as you move back to your room. He sighs behind you, retreating to his room as well and leaving you to your own thoughts.

He was right about you not being with very many men, and that fact hurts. You’re 25 and still single. To be fair, he is too, but he still does get numerous women in his bed at night, and that’s just straight up unfair. It’s not like you weren’t trying to get a boyfriend, either. A goal you have is to settle down with the man you’d deem ‘the one’ and buy a house in a small town, have a couple kids and maybe a dog. The perfect life in your (and your parents) eyes.

The men you’ve met so far on dating apps haven’t been the dream you’re looking for. Don’t get me wrong, some of them were incredibly sweet, but not quite what you have in mind. However, you aren’t a quitter, so if you have to force yourself to find love, so be it.

—

The first two weeks living with Thomas have been as chaotic as you predicted it would be. He was just as lazy as you remember—so full of himself and cocky that he doesn’t believe he has to do real work. It infuriates you.

He officially makes the list of worst roommates in the world. He doesn’t clean up after himself, he lets his dishes pile up, he eats all the damn food, he blasts music too loud, and brings random women from bars home on Friday nights. And he isn’t particularly quiet either in the late hours of the night while you are trying to sleep. Soon after moving in, you figured out he was a night owl while you are an early bird.

It was nice to not have to see his face first thing in the morning, but every night he was banging around, watching TV or talking loudly to his friends. When you complained to him about this, he just gave you a smirk and said ‘what are you gonna do about it?’

He knew what he was doing. You knew what he was doing. You both knew it was all on purpose. So when you would stomp around in the morning while getting ready for your runs, it was payback. Although sometimes it would bite you, like that one time a girl he brought back accidentally fell asleep after they banged, so she slipped out in the early hours of the morning. Right when you were in the kitchen lacing up your running shoes. The horrified look on her face when she asked if you were Thomas’s girlfriend was priceless. After informing her that no, you are not dating Thomas, she let out a breath of relief and expressed how bad she would feel if you were, and thank god you’re not.

When you got back from your run and lifting session at around 9 am, he was finally awake and looked like he just rolled out of bed. His hair a mess and bags under his eyes as he brewed himself coffee. You told him about the incident from earlier that morning and he just laughed, stating, “don’t be jealous it’s not you. There’s always other nights for us.”

That sentence alone only added to your distaste for him.

Thomas is a natural flirt; any chance he gets he says something that makes you cringe and push him away from you. Sometimes while you cooked dinner, he would come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, holding him tightly to his chest and burying his face in your neck. Of course, you fought this back and sneered at him to get the hell off of you, to which he would laugh at and tell you to relax.

It was torture.

What’s worse is you’re so touch starved that for a millisecond it feels comforting. Then you remember whose arms are secured around your waist.

“Peggy, I don’t know how much of this I can take,” you sighed on the phone to your best friend, Peggy Schuyler. Peggy was always there for you throughout your toughest times. She’s seen you at your best and at your worst, and stuck with you despite everything. She’s loyal, and that’s one of the things you love most about her.

“It can’t be that bad. What does he do?” She says, shuffling around on the other end.

“Oh my god, he’s so inconsiderate. He rarely does his dishes, or buys groceries, and don’t even get me started on the women. It’s bad.” You complain.

“He sounds immature,” she comments.

“He is!” You say through gritted teeth.

“Y’know, Alex told me that he works with Thomas in their leadership group. Said he’s a real asshole to him. I don’t know why they hate each other so much, but Alexander probably has a good reason to. From what I’ve heard about him today…I dunno, I wouldn’t want to be near him either.” She rambles.

“He has every right to hate him. Did you know he ‘accidentally’ locked me out the other day? That asshole had such a smug look on his face when I had to ask our landlord to let me in. I didn’t mean to forget my key—it just, it slipped my mind,” you rant, growing frustrated.

That wasn’t a fun day. You had left to make a quick trip to your car and it slipped your mind to bring a key to get back in. You figured that he’d be there, but when you got up there and fumbled in your pocket before realizing you were missing the key, he didn’t respond to the pounding fist on the door. After calling and texting him multiple times to no reply, you growled and went downstairs to get the landlord to let you in. When you finally did, Thomas had just stepped out of the shower, wearing only sweatpants with his curly hair wet. Him being faced with your angry confrontation, he claimed he couldn’t hear you in the shower. You didn’t buy it.

“Are you serious? What a dick. I’m sorry, Y/n, I really hope it gets better.” She says softly, offering her condolences. You hummed boredly.

“Yeah, I doubt it will. I don’t think I could ever warm up to him.” You sigh, leaning your head back on your pillow.

“Just give it time. I’m sure you’ll open up to each other eventually.”

You grimace at the thought of becoming close with Thomas Jefferson. “Yeah but…I don’t want to associate with that asshole.” You say bluntly. She barks out an airy laugh.

“Honestly? That’s fair. But in all seriousness, everything will work out in the end. If it hasn’t worked out yet, then it’s not the end.” She casually drops this insane quote on you, rendering you speechless.

“…Thanks. Did you just come up with that on the spot?” You asked.

“Hah! No, I saw it on Pinterest. It’s a good quote, glad I got to use it,” she chuckles to herself and you smile, shaking your head softly.

“Oh! I forgot to mention, I matched with a guy on Tinder and we’re going out tomorrow night. Damn, I was so caught up in my hate for Thomas that I forgot what actually matters.”

“Really? That’s great! What’s his name?” She beams, and you grin, rambling on about Clyde, a 26-year-old from Colorado who loves dogs, has brown hair, and is super fucking hot.

After ending the call on a positive note, you’re looking forward to the next day. It had your mind racing with the possibilities of what he might be like in person. You’ve been chatting with him for a few days now, and he seemed promising. He had a good sense of humor over text which was nice and he wasn’t too clingy.

You only hope he’s what your idea of him is.

—

“Where are you goin’?” Thomas quirks an eyebrow from the living room, his legs stretched across the couch and his phone in hand. His shirt was abandoned, leaving his bare chest for the world to see. Your eyes trailed down to his defined arms and abs. You quickly snapped yourself out of it, but it didn’t go unnoticed by him. You could tell from the smirk on his face.

“I’m going on a date,” you triumphed, a beaming smile on your face as you smoothed over your outfit. He scanned your appearance, pursing his lips and nodding to himself.

“Have fun, I guess,” he formed his mouth into an awkward line. You raised an eyebrow, observing the change in his demeanor. Normally he’d say something snarky, maybe hit on you, but I guess today was different. Maybe he’s not feeling it. Or better yet, maybe he’s decided to stop completely and leave you alone.

You clipped on your earring and head out the door—deliberately double checking you had your key with you. After driving to the restaurant you agreed to meet up at, you searched the sea of faces for Clyde. Upon spotting the handsome face you’ve grown to like, your eyes lit up and you made your way over to him.

“Hey,” you said humbly, sitting down across from him. He gave you a lazy grin.

“Hi. You look beautiful,” he comments. You blush, and thus the night begins. It was going good at first, that is until the waitress came around and he waved her off rudely. Red flag number one.

Red flag number two came when he started bragging about how he broke his exes heart, talking on and on without letting you get a word in. By that point you had lost any attraction to him. It sucked because he seemed like he would be worth it, but you’ve learned to not get your hopes up too high anymore. By the time the bill came around, you split it, and he didn’t tip the waitress. Instead, he complained about how horrible the staff is since they mistook our order for someone else’s, which they fixed immediately.

Safe to say you won’t be calling him again.

“How’d your date go?” Thomas calls lousily from the couch where he still sat. You sighed, running a hand over your face.

“Bad. He turned out to be a complete dick to the waitress.” You dropped your purse onto the counter and kicked off your heels, letting out a small sigh of relief.

He winced, inhaling sharply. “Yikes. Never a good sign in a man.”

“Exactly. It’s like, if you treat them that way, you would treat me the same if I was in their position, y’know?”

He nods, putting his phone down and watching you chug a glass of water.

“He was almost as big of an asshole as you are.” You laughed teasingly. He immediately huffs and rolls his eyes.

“And here I was, thinking you were finally warming up to me.” Despite that, his lips quirk up at the edges.

“Never gonna happen.” You raise your eyebrows, giving him a toothy grin before retreating to your room. He’s in for a rude awakening if he thinks he can win you over so easily for being attractive. This will be a long few months living with him.

[yumehimek]

uhm…. i totally didn’t just notice id didn’t post my Kieran interpretation here… uhm yeah, definitely… *gently places bro down here* yeah take this for now… (i would post the speedpaint though, its on tiktok my @ is kieransdreamgirl on there…)

[Yap session below abt my version of Kieran !! Its really long… Read if u want !!]

Keep in mind some key facts here !!

Kieran is around 15-16 here! (Ik he’s believed to be 14 though he doesn’t have a canon age I think it was in the french vers that gave him an age though not in the Original or english version of the game??? This may be incorrect so take it with a grain of salt!)

I have applied/projected some of my own qualities onto him! (The lazy right eye, scrape $car on his right knee.)

I did take a few things from his general character story into account, and I’ll drop the indigo disk version someday. (Aka the first aid kit I HC him having in his bag along with a notepad & pencil, bandaids, pokemon food, potions, and candy. Applin sometimes…)

I do believe he’d have a first aid kit bc he can be a tad clumsy, and for others as well! He may be shy though he obviously has a good heart, and would offer assistance with what he has! Also to explain why I believe he is 15-16 is because:

1. He seems around that age with how he is, and given he goes to a ‘fancy rich kid school’ as one of the character in the dlc said in I think it was… mochi mayhem? I could be wrong. 2. Though he’d obviously be mature and Carmine is his older sister, and she seems to be about 17-18 year old in my perspective. And even if she’s his older sister, they seem to have abt a two year age difference? 3. Also the fact in the indigo disk he was somewhat very confident & was able to actually go up and talk to others. And that doesn’t happen overnight! (I also have severe social anxiety so I get it when he’s shy and cant exactly talk to others! My older sibling or someone else has to speak for me when I just cant… just as Carmine had to ask abt the battle with MC and kiki. Because ‘he’d never be able to ask himself’ or something along those lines as she said in-game.)

So it’s clear to say it’d take abt a year for him to get over that, with the determination he had, it may be a bit forced after the first few months. Though it was quite effective in making him come out of his shell. Also the fact that the transfer program is most likely a yearly thing. I mean c’mon, ‘fancy rich kid school’ as it was called, it think. It’s a prestigious academy, and the students they let in were any a small group? From a school similar to that. A possible sister school transfer program. With that much of exclusivity that has be be like once in a blue moon? And it gives Kieran enough time to work on his studies and social/battle skills, as well as a due date for when he’d possibly have a chance to face the MC again.

Also the fact the I HC him with lots of old $cars and remnants of healed injuries, as stated in the second image. Because he did say that he got in trouble with his grandparents and other adults for going up the mountain late at night as a kid, to possibly see the ogre. And that seems very dangerous, though it wasn’t specified, I assumed it was only with a flashlight… so if he got hurt, he’d have to go back to Mossui Town for medical attention. And the scolding too… (poor kiki D:) Also the fact I HC him as clumsy, given he is a bit shy and would be caught off guard most of the time. So Kiki learned his lesson and soon started bringing a first aid kit with him everywhere he goes. And now it’s a known necessity to him nowadays, and not just bringing snacks & sweets and a water with him. He may forget sometimes during indigo disk with how distracted he is with getting stronger.

He may have been irritable and angsty in Indigo disk though he is well written during there. And for him being a D1 crash-out in that era, it was pretty valid. I’d be hella upset if my first friend though I’d flip out just because they got to do something I’d wanted for so long. Also lying abt it, though I wouldn’t hate them completey. After all Kieran did still care! He just wanted be accepted, like everyone else does.

(It’s mainly the reason I don’t associate myself as the MC, and rather the MC as their own person. Since I’d never really act like that and our personalities don’t align, and I wanted to make a more accurate storyline, while keeping to canon, where I can fit myself into the timeline accurately.)

[To sum it up. Kieran was 15 in Teal mask, then 16 in Indigo disk. Kieran has a few more habits because I believe he’s exceptionally written, and is more forgetful/distracted and complex during indigo disk.]

[THESE ARE ALL PERSONAL OPINION!! It’s okay to have a different opinions, and I won’t force you to accept mine! I just don’t want to get possibly attacked for this if this is possibly viewed as a ‘controversial opinion’. So consider it an opinion of mine! Also DO NOT use this design for shipping with anyone other than myself/ Karaii! That is all I ask! It’d make me uncomfortable if such is done.]

Thank you for reading!

[lamieboo]

I… I don’t even know how to explain this one

[unsurprisinglyren]

Sub Sammy.

[bibi-likes-to-draw]

A drawing of Daisy for Mario Day!

Also, that ANNOUNCEMENT!! WHOOOHOOO!!!!

Reblogs greatly appreciated!

[natsuki208]

Hey moots…

If I were to tell you that I’m planning an ‘adaptation’ of a beloved children’s show by making them humans, with a mature story while still staying faithful to the original show’s tone and themes, would you judge me? Or will you honestly be intrigued?

So far, I’m finding it pretty engine-eous.

[jo-the-cosmic-being]

I’m really curious what do you all think?

Please reblog if u want to

If a man you just slept with told you

“Thanks for making me feel like a man?”

Bc I would cringe so badly I would laugh

[feralgodmothers]

This version of Houltfield WHEN

[pentagonieslut]

hear me out cake wrestling edition except there’s no cake and i can’t give any explanation… pls don’t let them find out about this especially mami pls i would DIE !!

wade Barrett (now especially good GAWD yall don’t understand !!)

drew mcintyre

sheamus

randy orton

dolph ziggler / nic nemeth

justin gabriel

David otunga (yes i really might name everyone in nexus)

trick williams

swerve Strickland

dr. britt baker

jade cargill

street profits

Bianca belair

MAMMIIIIII

dominik mysterio

bronson reed

bron breaker

psychosis (mexicools) (whatever yeah yeah)

super crazy (mexicools) (I know i’m a gen z but you can’t blame me it’s a hear me out cake for a reason)

beth phoenix

AJ lee

naomi

alicia fox

Shelton benjamin

Bobby lashley

Jack swagger

Lana

zelina vega

mace

MANSOOR GAWD THE EYELINER AND SHIT

maryse

michelle mccool

natalya

nia jax

tamina

mercedes Monet or mone I forgot but yk who

layla

I won’t include kaisei because it’s a given yk

damian priest

william regal (his like long hair era so like 2008 idk why FAWK ME BRO)

liv morgan

alexa bliss

carmella

mistico (I think mistico was sin Cara in wwe idk not too sure but yk)

i feel like including saraya / paige but idk she’s controversial still right? 🤔

i will stop here for now because I think you’ll be concerned 😭

[geesegooseblog]

“I just don’t know how to ask him out…”

Procreate Drawing I made of Danny a couple days ago, it’s not finished yet :/

[rinonespacial]

another chica appreciation post because no one could love that bitch sm like i do.

ppl don’t really understand when i say she’s a girlboss and a babygirl at the same time. she’s hella goofy and hilarious just like me fr-

i have a lot of words to describe her like feral, awesome, spooky, adorable, sweet because she is ALL of them. she is a queen, a PIZZA queen and the reason all of your chicken faves exist at the first place. and the last but least she’s mothering in her own way (literally has a cupcake son)

i love main female characters but of all of them, she takes the 1st place!!! she may be underrated, but for me she is the bestest comfort character that ever existed!^^

[call-sign-shark]

I’ve been rewatching Peaky Blinders in English for pleasure as well as for my fic, and let me tell you… Paul Anderson’s (Arthur) voice makes things to me I cannot fucking explain. Like, sir, you could just whisper things in my ear with that low and hoarse voice of yours that I’d die right on the spot.

— and get horny but please forget about that —

Like, I am NOT okay

[nautilus1954]

Hey Hey Hey Lads, back with another chapter story!

I’m gonna tell you right now… don’t get your hopes up. I was practically dragging myself to write this thing, and I doubt the next chapters will be any better, but we’ll just have to wait and see.

This will be a 4 part chapter story, (I think) we get a better insight on Linda, who’s mostly been a side character up to this point, and we’ll get the return of an old character we haven’t seen since the pilot series (1-4)

Anyways, in this story, we see Ava and Linda’s dynamic in a different light than before, and more insight into what kind of mother Linda is. We also get some fun times with Ava and Vincent, which we haven’t had in a hot second. Vincent plays Mario Kart! And Stabbed! And we get more insight into Raymond’s job.

With all that said, I hope you enjoy X]

Linda ref made by me. (Pls don’t judge)

Ref consultant: @bbsundae

[thechilliestleaf]

GUESS WHO’S BAAAAAAACKKK!

I’ve been offline for a bit now, partly due to a lack of motivation and burnout, but also because I was sick for a week straight. I do have a few new drawings and sketches which I’ll be posting soon, so yeah.

again, diving back into my childhood with songs from my favorite childhood band “Deine Freunde”. Black text is original, the blue text is my translation. I highly recommend checking them out on Spotify, even if it’s for the beats alone cause hell are they fire. this song is their song “Erwachsene wissen auch nicht alles” (grownups don’t know everything).

alright, see ya lot soon! ^^

oh, and an apology to @iheartleopards for not getting to your request, I’m sorry to keep you waiting so long. I’m not sure if I’ll manage to make it at all anymore, and I hope you can understand.

[weaverash]

So I have a philosophical conundrum regarding urban foraging…

I live in a suburban area with a lot of little patches of “woods” (it’s more like scrubs and trees that have sprung up around drainage ditches) and there are a lot of random berry patches- including a massive snarl of wine berries behind my house. They are delicious (think raspberries, but smaller) and we love picking them, but they are also invasive. Unfortunately I can’t really do anything about them because we rent and the drainage ditches are the property of whichever corporation runs my city.

Does harvesting them count as solarpunk even though they’re invasive? It seems like a lot of people focus on foraging native plants (which is good) and I can’t figure out if it’s in the spirit of solarpunk to rely on an invasive berry for yearly summer treats. Does this count as “eat your foes” if I’m not actively eradicating it?