#this is kwazy

[aashiqeddiediaz]

something about the name steve says "i can do this all day"

[ID: 6 gifs from Hawaii Five-0. Steve is in a charity match, in the ring.

GIF 1: Steve being thrown into the fence by his opponent, his back slamming against the wired fence where Danny's standing before he falls.

GIF 2: Danny reaches out to shout, "Okay, stay down."

GIF 3: Danny holding a hand out to Steve just as Steve gets his bearings, looking like he got the wind knocked out of him. He twists to lay on his side, staring wide-eyed at Danny, mouthguard still in place. Danny says, "Let's go home. Can we go home? Stay down."

GIF 4: Danny telling Steve, "It's charity. Don't get up."

GIF 5: Steve on all fours, shaking the haze off as he moves to lever himsel fup.

GIF 6: Steve stumbling up, looking back down at Danny as he stands.

/end ID]

[lovefms]

he  had  imagined  this  moment  so  many  times  that  it  had  ceased  to�� feel  hypothetical.  in  his  head,  it  had  already  happened.  dozens  of  versions,  endless  permutations. 

cassius  waking  in  the  basement,  blinking  hard  against  the  warm  light.  tied  to  the  chair.  securely,  but  not  harsh  enough  to  leave  marks.  anthony  had  run  every  scenario  in  his  mind:  cassius  yelling,  cursing,  snarling  threats;  cassius  crying,  trembling,  begging  to  be  released;  cassius  trying  to  bolt,  wild  with  fear,  forcing  anthony  to  soothe  him,  to  hush  him,  to  hold  him  still  like  a  wild  animal  too  beautiful  to  let  go.

he  had  a  response  ready;  a  cloth  and  duct  tape,  neatly  folded  in  a  drawer  under  the  stairs.  he  had  thought  through  every  version  of  resistance.  plan  A,  B,  C—extra  just  in  case’s  in  the  form  of  syringes,  spare  locks,  another  exit  only  he  could  open.  he’d  been  planning  this  for  weeks,  since  cassius  started  going  to  the  restaurant.  anthony  was  always  three  steps  ahead.  he’d  learned  that  in  kitchens,  in  life.  and  when  it  came  to  cassius,  he  thought  he’d  played  it  perfectly.  until  cassius  opened  his  eyes,  and  there  was  no  panic,  no  screaming.

cassius'  words  landed  like  a  smack  across  the  face.  anthony  stared,  frozen  in  place,  his  brain  halting,  as  if  his  body  couldn’t  quite  compute  what  it  was  seeing.  this  wasn’t  how  it  was  supposed  to  go.

“huh?”

cassius'  hands  were  still  bound.  legs  tied  to  the  chair.  but  suddenly,  it  felt  like  cassius  wasn’t  the  one  trapped.  it  felt  like  he  was  the  one  under  glass.  like  cassius  was  holding  the  jar  and  shaking  it  gently.  “you...  what?”  anthony’s  voice  cracked.  “what  do  you  mean  you  made  it  happen?”  and  even  as  he  said  it,  even  as  the  question  stumbled  from  his  lips  like  an  accusation,  there  was  no  anger  behind  it.  only  disbelief,  shock.  as  if  he  had  been  violated,  as  if  he  had  been  cornered.  the  absurdity  of  it  almost  made  him  laugh. 

anthony  stepped  back.  his  thoughts  short-circuited,  looping  between  how  dare  you  and  oh  my  god,  you  saw  me  and  this  isn’t  how  it’s  supposed  to  go.  but  underneath  the  stunned  silence,  another  feeling  emerged—hotter  and  louder.

thrill.

cassius  had  turned  the  mirror  back  on  him,  and  anthony  liked  what  he  saw.  because  if  cassius  had  been  watching  him  in  return,  if  he  had  chosen  to  walk  into  the  restaurant  again  and  again  knowing  exactly  what  anthony  was,  if  he  had  allowed  himself  to  be  followed,  if  he  had  been  the  one  who  led  anthony  here  on  a  leash,  then...  it  was  mutual.

the  idea  was  dizzying,  rushed  through  him  like  a  high.  “you  watched  me,”  he  whispered,  awe  in  his  eyes.  “all  this  time.  you  saw  me...  you—shit,  you  led  me  here.  you  gave  me  just  enough,  didn’t  you?  you  wanted  me  to  find  you.  you  wanted  me  to—god,  you’re  insane.”

cassius   wakes   up   slowly.   not   from   the   drugs—   he   metabolized   those   hours   ago—   but   because   he   wants   to   stretch   this   moment   out   like   taffy.   he   wants   to   feel   it.   the   ache   in   his   spine   from   the   chair,   the   soft   pressure   where   the   ropes   dig   into   his   wrists,   the   cold   breath   of   the   basement   air.   he   chose   this.   every   part   of   this.   every   step,   every   glance,   every   silence   that   got   them   here.

when   he   hears   anthony’s   voice—   sweet,   lilting,   warm   in   the   worst   possible   way—   he   lets   his   lashes   flutter   open   like   he’s   been   roused   gently   from   a   dream.   there   you   are!   anthony   says,   like   he’s   relieved,   like   he   was   worried.   cassius   has   to   bite   down   the   grin   that   wants   to   rise   to   his   lips.   he   turns   his   head   toward   the   voice,   deliberately   slow.   his   neck   is   stiff,   but   he   doesn’t   mind.   pain   is   just   context   now.   you   looked   so   tired,   cass,   anthony   says,   wiping   at   his   forehead   like   he's   someone   precious,   the   touch   so   intimate   it’s   nearly   laughable.   

“   you   remembered,   ”   cassius   murmurs,   voice   a   little   hoarse   but   far   from   fragile.   “   i   like   pudding.   ”   of   course   he   does.   he   made   sure   of   that.   he   wanted   anthony   to   know.   because   this   started   long   before   their   so-called   first   meeting—   long   before   the   talk   show   set   and   the   red   blinking   cameras.   cassius   knew   anthony   long   before   anthony   knew   him.   not   by   accident.   not   by   chance.   by   design.

he   had   been   watching   him.

not   obsessively.   not   at   first.   he’d   been   on   location,   filming   something   forgettable,   killing   time   scrolling   through   niche   food   blogs   when   he   stumbled   across   a   clip.   a   chef.   charismatic.   arrogant   in   the   way   only   people   with   real   talent   could   get   away   with.   cassius   didn’t   even   blink—   just   tapped,   watched,   scrolled   deeper.   what   started   as   curiosity   grew   into   fascination.   and   what’s   one   more   obsession   in   a   life   already   built   on   them?   he   went   to   the   restaurant.   unannounced.   no   pr.   no   entourage.   just   cassius   in   a   cap,   sitting   at   the   farthest   booth,   eating   quietly   as   anthony   worked   the   kitchen.   he   watched   him   from   a   distance.   tasted   what   he   made.   told   himself   he   wasn’t   doing   anything   wrong.   told   himself   one   visit   wouldn’t   matter.

but   then   it   turned   into   two.   then   four.   then   once   a   week.

he   started   watching   anthony   in   the   same   way   people   once   watched   him—   through   screens,   through   half-lit   footage,   in   the   background   of   someone   else’s   life.   he   followed   the   restaurant’s   socials.   read   every   caption   like   scripture.   traced   the   curve   of   anthony’s   hands   in   every   photo   that   showed   him   plating   a   dish.   it   was   sick.   it   was   addictive.   it   was   perfect.   so   when   their   real   “   first   meeting   ”   came—   on   a   tacky   talk   show   stage,   bright   with   laughter   that   wasn’t   real—   cassius   didn’t   smile.   didn’t   wave.   didn’t   even   acknowledge   him.   anthony   came   in   with   a   compliment,   a   glimmer   in   his   eyes   like   he   was   ready   to   flirt.   cassius   met   his   gaze   once…   then   rolled   his   eyes.   turned.   left.

it   was   calculated.

he   had   spent   months   studying   anthony.   making   himself   known   without   saying   a   word.   he   had   brushed   past   him   in   cafés.   stood   behind   him   in   bookstores.   bumped   shoulders   in   hallways   of   press   events.   always   just   close   enough   to   plant   a   seed.   but   on   camera?   on   their   first   real   stage   together?   cassius   made   him   feel   invisible.

and   it   worked.   oh,   god,   it   worked.

anthony   spiraled.   cassius   watched   him   spiral.   burner   accounts,   online   mentions,   the   uptick   in   likes   and   views   on   old   interviews.   cassius   fed   it   slowly—   subtle   paparazzi   shots   of   him   eating   at   the   restaurant   again,   casually   mentioned   preferences   in   interviews   (   “   i’ve   been   really   into   caramel   lately   ”   ),   posting   a   playlist   titled   for   chefs   who   overthink   at   3   a.m.   everything   deliberate.   everything   curated.

and   now?   now,   here   he   is.   tied   to   a   chair.   in   anthony’s   basement.   just   like   he   knew   he   would   be.

he   shifts   in   the   seat,   eyes   flicking   toward   the   tray.   the   pudding   looks   smooth,   perfectly   set.   of   course   it   is.   anthony’s   hands   never   falter.   cassius   lets   a   pause   bloom   in   the   silence   before   speaking   again,   voice   lower   now,   full   of   something   heavier.   “   zolpidem,   ”   he   says   softly,   eyes   never   leaving   anthony’s.   “   you   went   for   a   sleep   aid.   clean.   safe.   romantic,   in   its   own   way.   ”   cassius   tilts   his   head,   lets   the   ropes   creak   as   he   moves.   “   you   measured   wrong,   by   the   way.   for   my   body   weight,   it   should’ve   hit   harder.   lasted   longer.   but   then   again…   you   didn’t   know   that.   not   really.   ”   he   smiles,   slow   and   devastating.   “   you   thought   you   were   the   one   watching   me,   didn’t   you?   ”

he   leans   in,   just   enough   to   whisper.   “   you   don’t   have   to   tie   me   down   to   keep   me   here,   anthony.   i   came   for   you.   i   chose   you.   i   made   this   happen.   ”   then   he   settles   back   into   the   chair,   like   a   king   on   a   throne.   chin   tilted   up,   gaze   unwavering.   “   so   now   what?   what’s   your   next   move?   because   whatever   it   is…   ”   he   smiles   wider.   “   i’m   ready.   ”

[sillyscrimbly]

girlish whimsy

click for higher quality i think

text in order:

Dashi: i suffer everyday for what, girlish whimsy

Kwazii: you have something much more sinister going on matey

og image:

og image by @cringe-yet-free

[trackermycutiepatootie]

they're annoying both gay but it was thinking about Gay

[xinganhao]

anon rockstar vernon here :))

tears. absolute tears when i read the last part. i love this series so much and i’ve said it so many times.. but to see you and everyone else enjoy it makes me so happy. thank you!! so much!! for turning my silly idea into one of the best vernon series ive ever read. i really have no words to say because ohmygod i love it so damn much. hits close to home cause.. well.. anon rockstar vernon is actually in the music industry herself🥲💔 you’ve done me justice.

ily a lot and you’re absolutely my favorite author here. thank you for writing this beautiful series ❣️

(p.s for a little extra on the series.. how about online movie nights where no matter how crazy it gets they always try to find a day in a week to watch a movie tgt through call or something hehe ❤️)

ROCKSTAR ANON!!! i held this ask hostage way too long (nearly a month), but don't you think i've forgotten about you ´･ᴗ･` catch you when i can wouldn't have existed without you, and so it's fully and wholly yours xo the lore drop of you being in the music industry made me scream when i first read it and i'm still screaming now! i hope you get your very own hansol <3 revisited our favorite couple in this little extra verse ( ‾́ ◡ ‾́ ) take care, ilysmmm!

[noattentionsstuff]

Hello!

Seeing as my favorite show of all time is Thunderbirds are go! But, before that it was the Octonauts! Could you try combining the two shows somehow?! Whether that's art or fiction, I don't mind.😁

I’m going to guess you ment crossover so here are some, I’ll draw more another time if I can come up with more ideas. Hope these are good though

[the-octonauts-but-past-au]

’SOUND THE NON-EXISTENT OCTO-ALERT!’

hi hello what do you mean you recognize my artstyle No of course totally this isn’t @ask-shellington-octonauts and @ask-tweak-octonauts-stuff trust man

basically, have YOU ever thought about how the Octonauts formed? How the (main) Octonauts met each other? Well! You have it right here!

this is a comic/ask/roleplay?? Blog about the beginning* of the Octonauts! I like to think that Professor Inkling was the first one to ever pitch the idea of saving animals to Young!Barnacles and Kwazii, and tweak just kinda appears one day

the other Octonauts WILL eventually show up

BUT you read the title so it’s just gonna be Tweak, Kwazii, and Barnacles for the first arc

speaking of, here’s their very stupid character sheets that I couldn’t done better on digitally but noooo I had to do it traditionally

BARNACLES KEELY!

(extra barnacles art with Bianca cause she exists)

KWAZII KEELY!

(fucking hate his character sheet but here’s the here’s the extra)

TWEAK CRAFTER! or O’Neil, i still don’t have a last name for her please suggest something

(no extra for her)

and until further updates.. That’s all!

[sugar-asinsweetas]

Thinking of Sambucky in a Hannibal AU, who do you think is Hannibal and who is Will?? And why?? I can’t seem to decide.

I should add that in my head, there’s a 4th season of Hannibal and Hannigram are together, romantic styles, and are partners in every sense of the word. Literally, murder husbands.

And it is from the pov that I ask the question.

[fanfeline]

finally did @bitegore's character sheet for my most Blorbo OCs, feat: intentionally shitty doodles. click for quality as always. please ask me about them

[nocontextginalinetti]

I think it's just bright and stupid and fun

[napipopetapopopetihannie]

block blast got me acting like raymond holt in that one episode where gina got him hooked up on kwazy cupcakes 🫤🙁☹️😞

[kwazii-son-of-poseidon]

general facts about this AU-Percy/Kwazii introduction post

Okay important distinction this is a future AU in which the events of the Percy Jackson series happened pretty much how they did in the books the only major difference is that on Cersei's Island, there was one pirate that instead of trying to kill them actually helped them Escape because he saw a kinship in Percy because he's a son of Neptune( this is Calico Jack) and Tartarus leaving both Percy and Annabeth with permanent damage, Percy losing his eye and Annabeth needing to walk with a cane because her ankle never healed properly, also Percy is the only double duty character everyone else is how they are in the show or how they are on the books no more combos just him

Okay, so this is an octonauts human Au that takes place in the Percy Jackson Universe, going to start with the obvious Percy is Kwazii due to being off and on America's Most Wanted since the age of 12 through 16 (even though all those charges were dropped and otherwise resolved) Percy need an alias to work with regular society without drawing too much-unwanted attention to himself, why he chose a pirate Alias in the 21st century nobody knows, it might have something to do with another son of Poseidon Calico Jack( the actual real-life pirate) kind of adopting him as a grandfatherly figure because he was the only pirate to not try to kill them on Cersey's Island, all of the monster stories that he tells are not real and he does not believe in the reason he tells them is because one he kind of wants to fuck with his crew and two the plan is to tell obviously fake monster stories so the crew no longer believes in monsters to keep them safe, he is one of three demigods on the crew the other two are tweak daughter of a Festus( if Apollo can have kids with guys a Festus can too) and peso son of apollo. Also for some reason peso actually believes in his obviously fake monster stories even though he has pulled him aside multiple times and told them hey no I am fucking with the crew, inkling also knows he's a son of Poseidon because he is a legacy of Neptune

He is also a shark biologist but he can't share his knowledge about sharks because he chose a pirate Alias. against everyone's wishes. inkling went out of his way to come up with an alias he was supposed to be Peter Johnson but no Percy said fuck that I'm going to be a pirate

Oh and the reason he wears an eye patch is not for Aesthetics he actually lost his eye in Tartarus, and this would be mentioned in Annabeth's post as well but she uses a cane because the events of Mark of Athena and House of Hades did long time damage to her ankle

Also, all of the Percy Jackson characters or how they look in the TV show, because one Leah is our Annabeth and two blonde hair Kwazii makes more sense than brunette Kwazii

Oh also before I forget in this Au he's 28

Another thing I forgot to mention the reason why he has Arachnophobia is spiders are a trigger for Tartarus because Arachne  is the reason both he and Annabeth fell in

[theoctonautsbutstartrek]

Hello everyone, this is the (possibly) start is an Octonauts UA that I was inspired to make after reading a fan made story. Called “the Octonauts &the react for the stars” by “PriceTrunks” on Archive reader. So please go check them out. As I give credit where credit is due. I loved this story so much ( might have something to do with the fact that I’ve been so hyper-focused on both shows) so yeah I might make this a thing idk yet, but let me know if this is something you’d all like to see,and I just wanted to say

I LOVE THE OCTONAUTS AND STAR TREK & IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT THEN WHY YOU STILL HERE?

Ok am done have a good day or night

[m00ndrunkmonster]

i say that i'm happy but no, no, no, no oh i still wanna be your favourite boy i wanna be the one that makes your day i wanna be the one you think about as you lie awake

[noattentionsstuff]

I know the show is supposed to be more realistic but why can't Tweek glow just once

[king-kwazy]

Hii, long time no see 👋

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