#pom pom vote

[lychee-milk]

voting has begun!!!

[humantpom]

I’m curious!! S3 includes the unaired Nicktoons ones btw!!

[sailorstarr-chan4]

After my Miyazaki poll exploded on the Tumblr scene, I felt compelled to cover more Ghibli... 👀

Sooooo...... this was hard. Because discounting the Miyazaki directed AND written films, there's still a lot of Ghibli films. In order to be fair to the other Ghibli directors, I made the focus on them, however, I also knew that Miyazaki fans would lose their MINDS without a shoutout to the three non-directed films which he helped write the screenplays, especially since I couldn't squeeze them on my original poll.

Alas, until Tumblr polls are longer, a girl's gotta make do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Happy voting! ❤

[thalyagame2006]

Well, at the moment I may end up not bringing many new publications due to my low energy during this very busy week that I've had involving outings and relatives, so I wanted to bring something new here to make things more interesting and that you might end up liking!

Here on the account I focus on Broodals, and that was my main goal! But as time went by, I ended up getting deeper into the Mario universe and decided that it would be cool to bring new Super Mario characters into my version (be they canonical characters with my headcanons or new/old Super Mario Ocs), and it's That's why I would like to know...

You can also suggest other characters if you want!(*^▽^)/★*☆♪

[sunshinesight]

Please vote for my entry in the Spoonflower Cheerful Checks Design Challenge:

https://www.spoonflower.com/contest_voters_temp/new?contest_id=656

Voting is open now until 3pm on 19 July 2022.

my entry: pink and purple dahlia checkers

You don’t have to have an account to vote, but, it’s gonna ask you to enter a captcha.

[imtotallynotthere]

Ya'll know what we need? Potential Nameless/Express Aventurine. This man needs a healing arc and what better way to do it than for him to somehow escape from where he is and take shelter with the express. Now, I have no clue if once he got out of where he is if his stone would light back up, but if Acheron was able to completely disconnect him from Harmony, then she may have been able to slice up whatever linked him to his stone.

(I know this is most likely (99%) not possible, but let me dream here-)

Dan Heng is most likely the one to find Aventurine first since I hold no doubt this man would find some way into the Express. Dan Heng would then hold Aventurine somewhere with nothing but suspicion while the other Nameless got there after he alerted them.

No doubt a vote would be held to either kick him out or take care of him for the time being because this man would probably be slightly out of it mentally (not totally, just lucid enough to have somewhat clear thoughts) due to Acheron's slash only to wake up and ditch before he could be found by the IPC's workers, who went to get his body.

The Nameless would probably end up taking him in for the time being as well as nursing him back to health mentally, physically, and emotionally.

The Trailblazer would probably be the one to make the first "friendship" move with him. March would follow, but Dan Heng would take a while more. Himeko would definitely act like she usually does: motherly (granted with a little suspicion).

Welt would probably be on-guard but wouldn't out-right reveal it like Dan Heng or Pom-Pom would.

Cue that found family once everything begins calming down between the Nameless and Aventurine. It would take a while, but I don't doubt they would eventually calm down around him.

For any angst and/or protectiveness: The IPC visits the Express for some reason since...well, this man's body is not there. The Nameless put Aventurine into hiding. They don't give him away or hint at anything, but the interaction is long and March isn't exactly a good actor.

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒑𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒌𝒊𝒏

well, here it is! the lloyd fic that you guys voted for. I do hope you like it, to me personally it isn’t the best.

pairings - dad’s best friend lloyd hansen x innocent reader.

warnings - age gap and size difference is in all of my fics, may have ddlg themes, cream pie, smut, swearing, reader is of age.

side note - gifs and headers aren’t mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

I lean closer to the mirror, applying a cherry lip balm to my plump lips. I smack them together before leaning back and checking my costume- a little pink cheerleading uniform with matching pink pom-poms, hair in low pigtails tied with gorgeous pink bows -I twirl, giggling to myself before licking my lips, wanting to taste the cherry flavour. Frowning as I don’t know if it tastes as good as I wanted it to, my cherry-red tinted lips pout before I head out of my room and to where Lloyd- my dad's best friend- is.

“Mr Lloyd…” He turns his head, his mouth hanging open for a split second, cock twitching at the sight before him. Silently thanking whatever god out there.

“Yes, pumpkin?” He shifts on the couch, his legs spread apart in his tight white pants. The black short sleeve turtle neck shows off his muscles perfectly.

I shift on the spot, “this is a little weird... but would you please.. kiss me and see how my lip balm tastes?” her doe eyes stare him down. Lloyd gulps, not expecting those words to leave his friend's daughter's mouth. He nods, beckoning her forward. Y/n shuffles towards him, looking down from her position. Lloyd pats his leg, wanting her to sit so he can reach her properly.

Slowly and unsurely, she sits on his lap. She wiggles around, trying to get comfortable, causing Lloyd to grip the cushions next to him tightly. Once Y/n is in position, she stares at the handsome older man with wide eyes. Her plump lips slightly pouted as she waited for instructions. The bulge in his pants grows, hitting her core, but he distracts her by placing a hand against her cheek and leaning forward, his soft pink lips connecting with hers, and slowly moving his lips against hers, not wanting to scare her.

Lloyd moves back, his brows furrowed as he licks his lips, his tongue tasting the cherry-flavoured lip balm. “Hmm, it tastes like cherries, but to make sure, I’m going to need something else to compare it to, okay, pumpkin?.” Y/n nods, unsure where he’ll need to taste but happy her lip balm tastes good. Maneuvering her so that she is seated where he was, Lloyd sits on his knees, spreading the young woman’s legs. Licking his lips when his eyes connect to a cute pair of sleeping beauty knickers, his brows raise as he looks at her, and Y/n’s face flushes, and she nibbles on her bottom lip. “T–they were on sale… and I–I like princesses….” A smirk forms on Lloyd’s face.

“Don’t worry, pumpkin. I think it’s cute, but I’m going to have to remove them, okay?” She nods, wanting to please the man between her legs. Inside Lloyd’s mind, he’s doing a little dance, and he begins pulling her knickers down and off her body before looking at her glistening core. “Oh, look at this, pumpkin. You put some lip gloss on these lips, too, huh?” She shakes her head, not remembering ever doing that. Y/n notices a hungry look on Lloyd’s face when he watches her. “Are you sure, baby? Cause they sure are glossy. I bet they’ll taste amazing. Can I have a taste, pumpkin?”

“Y–yes.” The minute the words leave her lips, Lloyd dives in. His tongue moves flawlessly against her lips, nipping and sucking anywhere he can as he drinks her juices. Groaning against her princess parts, he believes he’s in heaven, her taste exploding all over his tastebuds. The sounds of soft moans fill the air, her dainty fingers tangling in his hair as his moustache rubs against her little button and his tongue explores the depths of her honey pot.

Lloyd pulls back, her juices coating his chin and moustache, dark eyes meet hers, and he growls, “you taste like fucking candy, pumpkin.” He stands and grabs her, lifting her and bending Y/n over the arm of the couch. “Now, pumpkin. This may hurt a bit, but I promise it’ll feel good after, okay?” Y/n nods, her skirt lifted, and her pussy fully displayed to the older man. 

Lloyd groans. His palm rubs against the bulge before unzipping his pants and pulling the heavy member out. He pumps his cock a few times, rubbing his thumb across his tip before lining it with her tight hole. Grabbing hold of her hips, he pushes in and grunts at how tight she is. “Fuck, pumpkin, you feel so good! Jesus– fuck.” Whimpers leave her lips. The feeling of being stretched is mixed with pain and pleasure. Lloyd bottoms out before starting to set a pace. 

His cock hitting the deepest parts inside of her tiny cunt. Not being able to hold back anymore, Lloyd begins to pound into her. Her screams fill the room as Lloyd hits his cock straight into her sweet spot. A feral look takes over his features while he grabs onto the arm of the chair. The angle changes and makes his cock go even deeper. Pulling in and out of her tight cunt, “fuck, this is the best fucking cunt, why– shit –why didn’t I do this earlier.” A hand comes around, wrapping around her throat and tightening the grip as he pulls Y/n’s body against his.

Her eyes crossed, tongue hanging out as he continued to fuck her. “Dumb little pumpkin, you been keeping this little pussy hidden from me all this time, that’s very rude–” He grunts as he sends a hard thrust into her, “of you. I should be punishing you for it.” Her head drops, eyes barely open and drool starts to drip out of her mouth, pussy clenching and unclenching around her dad’s best friend’s thick cock. She watches him disappear inside her. Her cream coats the base the more he thrusts inside.

“I–I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to– Oh–” Eyes rolling to the back of her head as she cums around him, walls tightening, Lloyd grunts feeling her cunt trying to push him out. He thrusts harder, pushing against the resistance before continuing his torture on her used cunt. He leaned forward until she could feel his breath against her ear.

“I’m gonna cum in this little cunt, pumpkin, and you're going to fucking enjoy it.” Feeling her nod as a whine leaves her lips. Lloyd places a kiss on the back of her head, “good girl.” His cock drives in and out before burying himself deep and releasing. His cock twitches and throbs. Cum starts to leak out of her, slowly pulling out of her. Lloyd looks down. His fingers scoop up his seed and place it inside her mouth.

“How does my cream taste, pumpkin? Good?” His cock twitches when he feels her lips wrap around his fingers and suck, her tongue swirling around them as she hums, eyes closing as she feels his cream leak out of her stuffed cunt.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[celestialholz]

The apple of my eye (or 'oh good, there's ANOTHER one')

*yeets into the conversation a week late with Starbucks*

Sorry, sorry. Been trying to save a dukedom from a giant brain and live my best happily ever with a vampire twink. Very distracting.

But anyway, I haven't even gotten the boys in my clubroom yet, so more analysis incoming, but I have finished Indigo Disk's main story, and I couldn't help but notice something deeply awful when fighting our little buddy Kieran.

... Oh god THEY'RE MULTIPLYING. How many apples do we need? How much more homosexuality does this game need? (Yes. The answer is 'yes.')

Meet Hydrapple everyone, the latest gay marriage mascot. Truly wish you all could've seen my face when. And it evolves from the last gay marriage mascot! I have quickly become homophobic again, how do they keep managing this?!

So, naturally, we need to break this loveable bastard and its symbolism down, or I might have to start passing the meta queen crown off to someone else. (I vote @prince-kallisto. Friend spare me. 🤣)

Well, we'll begin with the obvious: this thing is a hydra, a multiple-headed dragon in Greek myth. This one in particular has seven, so says the all-knowing dex:

But we'll do the seven part in a minute. The one major thing you should all know is that in most tales, removing one of this thing's heads respawns two in its place - and killing one of these creatures was the second labour of Hercules, the God of Strength. There's that fucking number two again in connection with our boys...

And now, let's take the Greek and easternize it to our lovely Japanese creators with the number seven.

Seven in Japanese culture, like in the western, is seen as a lucky number, and also the number symbolising the cycle of life and death.

... Which, if you recall, is a running theme with our silly men.

Get your life saved, idiot. Be lucky. 🥰

There are also Seven Gods of Fortune in Buddhism, Japan's primary religion. And there's one that rings more than a few ceremonial bells - Fukurokokuju. Bit of a Buddhist lore deepcut here for you:

> He is the god of wisdom, luck, longevity, wealth and happiness. Moreover, he is the only god who was said to have the ability to resurrect the dead. Fukurokuju is characterized by the size of his head, being almost as large as the size of his whole body.

... Hmm. Wisdom, happiness. Luck. 'Resurrecting.' The one that has a large head, like our good pal Hydrapple here... it's all very interesting, isn't it, how it ties together?

And all this goes a long way to explaining the evolution method of this fun little apple-y bastard. Because in order to be lucky, to be brought back to life, to heal and to love and to find yourself... one must have support. A cheerleader, if you will. Not one with pom-poms (although slay Hass babes, you'd look great in that drip), but one cheering you on. Always being in your corner.

... And here we find Dragon Cheer, Hydrapple's evolution move. Brassius can pursue his dreams as passionately as he likes, because there's always a husband at his side to be on his side.

It's a whole narrative, my friends. We have the romantic gift of the Applin; we have the adorableness of the Flapple, and its dusk portrait; we have the total harmony of Dipplin...

... And now we have the result of that harmony. Look, it's even running away from the Ice of the Polar Biome, a type both Grass and Dragon can't stand. The emotional cold.

Y'know, I'm sure someone would have DM'd me by now if Hass and Brass' clubroom banter confirmed their marriage, so I'm going to assume that isn't a thing.

... But at the same time, it's definitely a thing. All you have to do is read the narrative, darlings.

[myclutteredbookshelf]

Should clarify that by "Miyazaki" I'm referring to Hayao Miyazaki and not G***. I couldn't fit Earwig and the Witch on the list due to poll limits, but I have a feeling no one would vote for it anyway (feel free to correct me in the tags if I'm wrong).

Please reblog for a larger sample size.

[tinywafflerat]

VOTE ON THE OTHERS PLEASE.

I am literally to follow anyone who votes and likes/comments

[akitasimblr]

Before we start Dreadfulnat Round Three...

i have decided to bring back one of our first eliminated contestants!

(therefore, on round three, instead of having 3 contestants being eliminated, we will have 4. but i really wanted to give a second chance to our woof-woofs)

wanna know a bit more about their performance in the challenge before voting? check the links:

terracotta twine by @invisiblequeen

jackie hyde by @obsoletepixels

pom stone by @omazake

the poll will be ongoing for a week ;)

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[dinahblackdamncanary]

Clawd's diary (back to School) on: Clawd and Cleo relationship

October the 18th

(...) today I had to stop Clawdeen from going after Cleo because Clawdeen still thinks Cleo dumped me for Deuce and broke my heart. That's not how it happened, so I told Clawdeen the real story. When Cleo and I first started going out, I had just been voted captain of the football team, and Cleo had taken over her sister Nefera's spot as captain of the fear squad. I was the BMOC–Big Monster on Campus, and she was Her Royal Hawtness; it was like living in the perfect nightmare. Even then, I think we were enjoying the attention more than the relationship. We were friends, still are, in fact, but the spark just wasn't there. There was a spark between her and Deuce, though.

You couldn't help but see it when they were around each other. I confess I was a little jealous, but I soon got over that as our perfect nightmare suddenly came to an end. My wake-up call came in the form of a season where we lost every game, but one and I completed more passes to the other team than I did to my own. For Cleo, it was thinking she could just pick up her sister's pom-poms and not miss a fear, except she was so bossy half the team quit, and the half that stayed just did their own thing. We probably would have broken up then, but the thought of adding any more drama to what was already going on was too much to think about. So we stayed together and kind of leaned on each other through it all. Eventually, I started to make better decisions on the field, and Cleo learned that leadership involved more than barking orders. So on the night before the last game of the year, we decided to break up. Cleo told me that she knew Deuce wanted to ask her out but didn't dare because she was still dating me and that she wouldn't say yes for the same reason. That was that, except Cleo wanted to tell everyone that she broke it off because she didn't want anyone thinking that the captain of the fear squad got dumped. I told her I wouldn't lie about what happened, but I wouldn't say anything to contradict it. Looking back, I think it was dumb on her part to care so much about social status, and it was equally dumb on my part to be "heroic" about it. (...)

Clawd, the first Cleuce fan!! ❤️

[munsonsreputation]

Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince

eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: [2.4k]

warnings: no use of y/n, pure fluff!!!!, crush confessions, pining (not too much discussed), cursing, and mentions of smoking. all credits for taylor swift for writing such an amazing song <3

summary: you and eddie are two very different people...or so it seems so for everyone else. but only you and eddie really know the love you two share, even if it's out of the ordinary. so as you look through the crowd while you're being crowded homecoming queen, it's nice to see the love of your life waiting there...after all, it's been a long time coming.

You’d rather be anywhere but here at this very moment. The distinct sound of the student body talking and cheering amongst themselves at tonight’s annual homecoming game. The marching band playing their instruments while the cheerleaders performed their halftime routine on the outer track field, red dirt flying through the air with every foot stomp. Then suddenly the whistle blew, and the speakers sounded.

They would announce homecoming court .

And here you were, heels sinking into the football turf as the floodlights beamed brightly across the field. Your arms linked with Jason Carvers’, who was crowned homecoming king this year, having won homecoming prince in his freshman year of high school.

On paper, you and Jason would’ve been the perfect couple. He was the star of the Hawkins basketball team, a part of the winning squad that took home this year’s national Indiana High School Basketball league trophy. You were the “good girl,” keeping up your grades, highly involved in extracurricular activities and even becoming vice president of your class year.

But you didn’t like perfect on paper.

You preferred surprisingly simple yet complex to the eyes.

“You look beautiful,” Jason whispered, turning his head to stare at your side profile.

You darted over at him, not bothering to hide your revulsion as you rolled your eyes begrudgingly.

“You shouldn’t be complimenting me when your girlfriend is sitting on the stands…and need I remind you I have a boyfriend?”

Nodding your chin up to the bleachers, you saw Chrissy, pom-poms resting in her lap as she wistfully watched on, the love of her life Jason cozying up in the cold summers’ breeze next to a girl who was clearly disinterested in him.

He scoffed lightly, “She’s not the one standing up here tonight, is she? And if I stand correctly, your boyfriend is nowhere to be found.”

God, he was disgusting, but right about one thing.

Eddie wasn’t here.

He hated big school events like this one. Thought they were totally useless and took away the spotlight from things that mattered like arts, which you definitely agreed with. But you’d hope that since his girlfriend won homecoming court, he’d actually show up, but he didn’t.

“Just keep your hands and comments to yourself, alright?” You snarled through your smiling teeth as you watched some people from the yearbook club approach you with cameras in hand.

A voice from the student body now echoed through the speakers, firstly introducing the underclassmen homecoming court who stepped up. Waving to the crowd of students sat on the bleaches, cheering as they whistled and blew their hand held horns in the air.

You honestly didn’t know how you even won in the first place. It all started as a joke, your friends daring you to run for queen and you’d thought that someone had rigged the voting when the results came in. You had miraculously swept the entire thing.

But you were sure your metal head and his friend Robin in student union had something to do with it. Though you weren’t complaining…school tricks were fun in this case.

“Now please welcome the senior homecoming king and queen!”

You stepped up, right hand coming to wave to the same crowd spotting a few of your friends cheering you on, but you could never miss Eddie, even if he was feet away, watching from the fences with a cigarette hanging from his lips as his hands clapped for you.

“Son of a bitch.” You muttered to yourself with a smitten smile, watching as he winked towards you, knowing he had been caught.

You paid Jason no mind, simply bowing down a bit to allow the poorly made plastic crown, bejeweled with dollar general gemstones, to be rested on your head as one of the volunteers did the same for the jock.

“Congratulations to this year's homecoming court! Please feel free to share a kiss or not with the—”

As Jason was trying to be some sort of fucking comedian, bending down to try to kiss you, you scoffed, dropping his arm and instead, picking up the length of your dress, jogging through the rough ground towards Eddie.

“Hey! Where the hell are you going!” You could hear the whiny voice of Jason’s faltering behind you as all you could do was giggle, getting closer to Eddie, where he hollered loudly.

His arms were held out, immediately hugging you despite the fence that sandwiches the bottom half of your bodies, “There’s my girl,” he whispered against your hair until he pulled away.

You smirked, lightly pushing at his shoulder with a closed fist, “I thought homecoming was for losers?”

He failed to hold back his cheeky smile. “Yeah, but you’re my favorite loser, so I just had to come.” Eddie responded shrewdly as you rolled your eyes, undoing your fists and wrapping them around his back.

“Oh, you’re so clever, aren’t you?” You imitated with an offended tone but couldn’t help the smile continually seeping into your face.

He nodded, giving you a small peck that made up for his half absence.

Neither of you could feel the eyes of everyone staring, but they were. Practically watching every movement between the odd couple, as they shared another sweet kiss and watched the freak hoist his girl up and over the fence. Giggling at how her dress caught onto one of the metal rings, causing it to rip, but paying no real concern as they left the fabric there, blowing against the breeze as they ran off hand in hand into the night sky.

All the while, the king complained in the middle of the football field.

“Where are we off to, my knight in shining leather?” You pestered, kicking your feet up on his dash as he smirked, starting up the engine, keeping his brown orbs on you.

“I was thinking I take you to my castle, we smoke a joint, and I show you how much I adore you.”

Your eyes rolled, but your cheeks couldn’t hide the heat of a red blush and your pearly whites flashing him that smile he loved to see every day.

“You know I’m crazier for you than I was at sixteen.”

He whistled lowly, sending you a wink, “Oh, how could I forget? You had a big fat crush on me back in sophomore year and I practically had to beg you to tell me—”

“Stop!” you yelped it out, trying to forget about your pathetic confession that ultimately led to the start of your and Eddie’s romance.

“Oh, don’t be like that, sweetheart. It was romantic!”

“Stupid Stacy Burke! Does she really think she’s going to win against me?!”

You had thought you were alone in the computer room, using the device to work on your campaign posters so you could hang them up around school tomorrow. You were desperate to win in order to keep your seat as Vice President. Last year it was an easy win for you, but now all of a sudden the dumb Stacy Burke wanted to take your seat just for notoriety.

It made you fume.

“If she thinks she can just buy her votes with cupcakes and muffins, she has got another thing coming!”

You were seething as you pressed print, pushing yourself out of the seat and heading over to the printers in order to get your posters and head back home for the day to prepare for your speech when

“Ohmygod!”

Your scream took Eddie aback, causing him to jump back, holding out his hands as you clasped yours over your heart and mouth.

“Jesus Christ! What the hell are you doing in here!” you ordered loudly, watching as Eddie held something up.

Posters. Specifically for Hellfire.

“I was making recruitment posters for Hellfire.” He shook them, watching as you rose your brow and tilted your head to get a better look at the words printed.

“Hellfire? Never heard of it.”

He sighed, rolling them back up. “It’s new. Finally, got enough members to have an official club.”

“Cool,” you sighed, nodding your head calmly as you attempted to push past him, yet he held his arm out, stopping you.

“Eddie, let me through.” You spoke, moving his arm.

He sighed, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a piece of crumpled paper that he held out. “Stacy really wants your spot, huh?”

Your brows creased together, deliberately taking it from him and unfolding the sheet. And that’s when your blood really started bubbling. Her senseless campaign posters were basically a jab towards you, with a photo of her smiling and a poorly drawn stick figure of you, accentuated with,

“Don’t put a nerd into council! Vote Stacy Burke for Vice President for a tubular Sophomore Year.”

Crumpling the paper once again, you forced past Eddie, going towards the door to tear down all her stupid posters before anyone else could see them, but the metal head called back out to you before you could make it out of the room.

“I already took them all down.” He declared, making you stop in your path, turning back around to see him pointing at the rubbish can right beside you.

There they were, a pile of the crumpled up posters in the bin. There had to be about fifty wads of them in there.

“T-thanks.” You peered back at him as he bowed nonchalantly, the silence being too much to bear in this small room.

You cursed to yourself, crossing your arms across your chest as you stared sharply, “Why did you do that for me?”

“Because it’s the right thing to do?” He snickered obviously, scratching the back of his neck while you didn’t look too convinced.

Eddie was…different than most.

He wasn’t necessarily a loser. Yet he wasn’t a part of the cool clique.

He was just him.

Something that intrigued you since you heard his name and memorized his face. A sort of intrigue which had slowly snowballed itself into an innocent crush. One that had you stealing glances at him in the cafeteria and peering past your lockers to see him saunter through the hallways.

“Well, I appreciate it.” You nodded, giving him a lipped smile, rocking on your soles, focusing your sights on the floor instead of him.

His chuck covered feet slowly entered your view, the heartbeat in your chest beating faster by the minute that it should’ve been a crime.

“I see the way you look at me.” He admitted, nibbling back a smirk, knowing it would only make you embarrassed, and he didn’t want to make you feel that way.

Somehow you caught Eddie’s eyes too.

You were similar in that sense that you weren’t in the cool circle, yet still not a loser that supposedly Stacy Burke thought you were. He knew that people loved to send glares and eye rolls his way, so he got used to the looks.

But yours were different.

He knew it the first time he caught you staring at him during lunch. Eyes soft like pearls with your lip caught between your teeth as you…appreciated the sight before you.

He hated the glares, but he loved the way you looked at him.

“T-the what?”

You tried to seem puzzled, to act as if you didn’t scurry your eyes back to your sad lunch tray once he caught your eyes on him on that random Friday.

“It’s cool,” Eddie assured you, with a grin on his face, like an actual sincere smile that wasn’t to be perceived as cocky. “It’s nice being looked at…by you.”

That made you blush. Immediately giving you away.

“Cool.” You muttered, gawking up at him through your lashes, pulling your hair forward to attempt to crowd your reddening cheeks.

Eddie let out a relaxed huff of breath. “You’re not going to ask if I have a crush on you too?”

“What!” You said it a little too vociferously as he chortled. “I know you like me…it isn’t a bad thing if you do.”

You folded your arms across your chest once more, a little defensive, “Well I didn’t say that…do you like me?”

He shrugged his shoulders, now a smirk plastered on his face, “You tell me if you like me first, then I’ll let you know.”

“How do I know you’re not just trying to embarrass me?” You raised your brows skeptically, and he grinned shrugging his shoulders once more as he stepped closer to you if it was even possible.

“I don’t gain anything from embarrassing you…and I wouldn’t do that, anyway.” He answered, stopping just inches away from you as you met his eyes that looked down at yours.

You took a deep breath, letting the air leave your mouth as you confessed, “I like you.”

He smiled, a blush covering his cheeks now that he didn’t care to hide as he nodded his head and looked behind him out the door, then back to you.

“I like you too…soooo what do you say we hang our posters together, then we can get some ice cream at Scoops and brainstorm how to destroy Stacy Burke’s campaign?”

You couldn’t hide the smile, nor did you try to as you nodded, dashing over to the printer to grab your freshly made posters before trading yours with Eddie’s.

He graciously took them, commending your attention to detail and the photo of your smack dab in the center of the poster. You reached for the roll of tape before jutting your chin out the door.

“C’mon dungeon master, you owe me chocolate cone with extra sprinkles.” You hailed out, already down the hallway as Eddie trailed behind you with a whistle.

“Coming right up, sweets.”

From that day forward, it was you and Eddie against the town of Hawkins, Indiana. The two of you not caring if you were scrutinized or called a crazy for dating the town freak or him being accused of corrupting the vice president of the class.

You and Eddie didn’t play their stupid games.

If anything, you two lived in your own little world. Enjoying the peace on your side while the bad guys always tried to let themselves into the gates that you and Eddie kept locked up just for the two of you to ever know.

If there was one thing that this sad town had right about you and Eddie, it was that you two would runaway together, leaving behind everyone and everything that had ever done you wrong.

So sure, maybe you were the bad bad girl and maybe he was the whispers in the hallways, but it had been a long time coming.

It was just you and him lost in the light.

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince.

A/N: Finally I finished up this song fic!!! It's short and sweet and I hope you guys like it (it's not my proudest work but i did my best). I have so many more song fics in the works and i can't wait for you all to read them when they're finally ready. In the mean time, reblogs and comments would be greatly appreciated and be sure to slide into my asks with your february bash requests!!! 👑💘💫✨

[fat-oc-battle]

pom (he/they, minecraft smp) character & art by @official-sans-undertale

Pom is a Dryad from a personal SMP who's woken up 100 years after the world ended and is just trying to survive. They're a system (like mee <3) who has 4 alters based on the seasons. He's a kind leader type individual who wants to act as a group mom, but who also struggles with so many mental health issues that they feel like he can never talk about with anyone.

He's smart and resourceful and is working on not being a recluse, opening up to others, and being a kick ass fighter. Their preferred weapon is the axe (Ironic), and they are so strong and cool. They have sharp teeth despite being a nectarvore because of being based off specifically pomegranates from a mod that grow in the nether.

He can also make plants grow. + Netherwart. Are you not impressed?

So many characters in the SMP have a crush on him. And he deserves it. Look at him. He's also 8ft tall. Wow.

VS.

zedekiah "godking" angelus (he) character & art by @goody-goody-gunshots

Zedekiah is a demon who ended up on Earth hundreds of years ago for... some reason. He forgor, and until someone bothers him to do any work he's having a great time just chilling in the meantime. He loves his friends, cooking, and arts+crafts. He can be very solitary when focused on projects but is still friendly and appreciates company. Once fell asleep in a cave for a century to see if mushrooms would grow on him (They did not </3)

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[sevlawless]

nothing without you

pairing: m!seven lawless x f!mc (arabella aveiro)

word count: 962

warnings: none just arabella going THROUGH IT

tags: @blainehayes @agentdumortain @valcubust-main

notes: so the @infamous-if brain rot is here and it's very fucking real lmfao- ever since i played i have not been able to stop thinking about it and more specifically, how my mc would cope post break up with seven. something something i still love you i still have to live that but how does ANYONE live with that .. anyway here it is! the song arabella sings is honeysuckle by pom pom squad

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

if i'm nothing without you, am i anything at all?

the chorus rattles around in her head long after she stops singing it. she seems to be frozen in place, her thoughts drowning out the ability to do anything else, although she does notice the faint sound of silence. the rest of dead apple have long stopped playing, but no one says anything. they seem to be doing that a lot lately when it comes to her.

she wasn't even supposed to be at this rehearsal, and she even agreed with her bandmates when they suggested she take some time away to process everything. the music can wait while she figures out how to move forward.

but all she can think about is music, all she could think about while she spent the last two weeks trying to pull herself back together is to write songs.

how do you go through something so traumatic and not write about it?

losing sev- just his name passing through her brain is enough to make her eyes clench shut, gripping the microphone stand in front for her tighter.

losing him is the worst pain she's ever felt in her life. how do you go from talking to someone every single day for the past eleven years to suddenly no contact? how does anyone cope with that? she'd really like to know.

it doesn't help that she was so unbelievably in love with him. she never was one to believe in soulmates but no matter how dumb she thought it was, she considered seven to be her's.

a soulmate who now wants nothing to do with you.

she lets out a ragged breath, which prompts someone reaching out to touch her shoulder.

"arabella-" it's rowan, his voice uncharacteristically timid, and it makes her stomach churn. she shrugs his hand off and turns to face him.

"i'm fine," she snaps, wincing at the tone in her voice. he's staring at her pitifully. if she dared to glance at the others they would share the same look.

they were just as much friends with seven as she was. why are they all so fucking concerned for her in particular? a part of her wants to say that if they were so upset about her, they never would have taken that stupid vote in the first place. the vote that ruined everything.

seeing the look on seven's face, the hurt in his eyes, the betrayal-

she can't think about this right now. she's spent the last two weeks trying to move on and fuck if she's about to cry in front of the band over this.

she turns back around, storming toward the exit. as she yanks the door open and slams it behind her, she wonders if anyone will come after her.

they don't.

she can't even get into the car before she's a sobbing mess, hands shaking as she clambers into her vehicle, resting her head against the steering wheel. her hands are balled into tight fists as she considers if punching something would help the pain subside. it didn't help last time.

last time. that night casts an unbearable weight down on her and makes her shoulders shake as she recalls her and seven screaming at each other in drunken rage, both saying things they can never take back. going to a place they could never come back from. when he left she punched a hole in the wall and her hand flares up as a reminder. her bruised knuckles are starting to heal now, and some part of her wishes they weren't. maybe so she could have one last piece of seven to remember him by. just one last trace of the effect he had on her so it didn't feel like the eleven years she spent with him were for nothing.

they can't just be nothing.

right?

that seems to be what they are now- he hasn't talked to her since that night and every day, every hour it feels like she pulls up his contact info out of reflex to tell him something. a joke, a lyric for a song, a text just to tell him she's thinking of him. she always manages to realize what she's doing before she hits send and she doesn't think that will get any easier.

if i'm nothing without you, am i anything at all?

the lyrics she wrote down one night after getting drunk in an attempt to get him out of her brain dance around in her mind again.

she can't remember the person she was before seven. it's not the one who stares back at her now as she wipes her eyes and looks into the rearview mirror.

would she like that person? would they be friends? she never thought about it until now. she never thought she would have to.

how do you move on from someone that was so inexplicably tethered to you? where there was arabella, seven was right there next to her.

she looks across to the passenger seat that seven used to occupy every day and is met with no one there. she sees the grey headrest where a black mop of hair used to lie. she sees the middle console where his fingers used to drum to the beat of whatever was playing through the speakers. she sees the dash where he used to lay his worn out combat boots on.

emptiness eats away at her until all she can do is let out another sob.

some part of her wonders if he even feels a fraction of what she does. he has to. for her own peace of mind, she hopes this has been as hard on him as it has on her.

but she wouldn't know.

[simcardiac-arrested]

WHY YOU SHOULD VOTE PIV

HI. YOU SHOULD VOTE PATRON IN VOYAGE. TOP 10 REASONS

UNDERSTAND? NEXT

^ CUTE HUMAN FORM. GOT IT? NOW…

PIV CAN HIT THE GRIDDY. POM IS GRIDYLESS. THE CHOICE IS OBVIOUS