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[definitly-not-harley-keener]

Spider-Man: Welcome to “has my food gone bad or does it just have a slight off texture that’s kicking me into a small sensory overload”?

[gbirrd]

Jason Todd (robin era) doodles! feat. Peter Parker because they're both my autistic superboys.

[trasheapknowsall]

When young Morticia Parker, freshly orphaned and confused, sees an ad for a ballet class, she begs may and Ben to let her try it out, and after some negotiation, they take her to a try out class, and that's the day she bacame a dancer.

When Morticia met Harry Osborn, they didn't get along, he thought she was a dumb girl, and she thought he was a pretentious ass (- even if she didn't actually know what it meant), but when she defended him against some dumb kid with raised fists and bared teeth, they had quickly become attached at the hip.

Once harry found out about the ballet class, he insisted on coming to every rehearsal and every show and competition, and when the girls needed a male partner he was happy(albite shy) to be of help.

At some point Morticia found herself dancing as the male partner due to the lack of them in the class, but she didn't mind, infact she really liked it.

At some point, when harry and Morticia started bickering, he called her-"just a stupid girl" and she couldn't have that. She replied with a venomous " I'm not a stupid girl! I'm a PARKER!". Harry didn't call her anything else since.

At some point Parker stopped wanting to go to classes, she stopped wanting to do anything really, she shut down. Later on when May and Ben walked in on her babysitter holding her down they understood why.

After that, when Parker started dancing again, it was to heal, it was to breathe.

And this time around, when they went to court, and won another case, parker kept dancing through it, to heal, to breath, to live.

When Parker met Tutu, it was like a breath of fresh air. The first time they met, she made him laugh so hard he spent 10 minutes on the floor recovering. The first time they met, it was like someone opened a window In a room that had no air.

Parker and Tutu bacame partners in every sense of the word. Whenever they could, they would dance together, they would cover for each other, prank each other, blamed each other and laughed at each other.

When Parker, a young(so very young) nerd, went on a field trip to Oscorp, was bitten, and gained powers, she didn't want to do anything about it, but then uncle Ben was shot. He was shot and she was at fault. And the only thing she could do, was take his knowledge, and perform it the best she could.

'with great power, comes great responsibility '

Parker kept dancing, she danced like her life depended on it.(it almost did)

Parker kept dancing, and she kept up her grades, and she kept up aunt may, and she kept fighting on the streets. And the only thing that kept her up, was Tutu.

Tutú. Tutú that held Parker through tears and breakdowns, that talked her down from a distance with flashbacks and panic attacks, that held her hand through the grief and the heartache, that held her back on rooftops and bridges, that stitched parker up from stab wounds (pricks) and split knuckles.

Parker got batter, Parker became spider-man.

At first, when people started calling her spider-man, she almost corrected them. But then she figured out that she couldn't care less, in fact, she kind of liked it.

Parker kept dancing.

And Then parker disappeared.

Parker was gone and May and Tutu were left picking up the pieces for their life they had left.

Parker was gone, but she and Tutu kept dancing.

Every time Tutu was dancing, jumping in the air, or twirling around the room, she felt like Parker was there, hands light on her waist, guiding her through the movements, whispering praises in her ear.

Every time parker was dancing, a routine that was ingrained in her head, she felt Tutu there, clapping cheerfully in the mirror, hands light as they help her into a new position.

Then parker was back.

Parker found out her aunt was in the hospital and wasn't going to wake up anytime soon, and didn't know what else to do except dance. So she went to the studio, and did just that.

When Parker came to the studio every day for a week spending hours upon hours in different rooms, with different people, it took her just that amount of time to realize that someone wasn't there.

Tutú was dancing, but she couldn't go back to dancing in a place where she's expecting someone she knows isn't coming.

It took time, but when a friend asks her to come help her with rehearsals, she reunites with parker, and it's full of kisses, and hugs, and tears, and a couple breakdowns.

When the internship with stark, that parker gained after spending some recovery time in the tower, becomes too close and personal, she tries running away, but like time and time again, Tutu was a lifeline and a fresh breath of air.

When Parker brought in James(fucking)Barnes to a rehearsal, tut almost had an aneurysm, asking him questions and staring at him with wide eyes, and Parker was pleased to see the nerd deep in her heart come out.

So they danced.

They danced, and they fought, and they talked, and hugged, and kissed, and they sang, and they fell in love.

They slept, and they were silent, and they cried, and they breathed, and they fell in love.

After all is it even worth it, if you aren't that tad bit in love with your best friends?

Cause they know that it totally is when they are.

Tutú knows that being in love with her best friends means everything is just a tad MORE. It's feeling at peace when they talk to her, it's the buzz under her skin when they touch it's the fireworks in her brain when they laugh, it's the pleased feeling in her chest when they smile.

Parker knows that being in love with her best friend means everything is better. That everything is more peaceful next to her, is having coffee breath on each other's faces, is the butterflies in her stomach when they spend time together, is the thrill of living next to her.

Together, they know falling in love with their best friend like a waterfall that they want to drown in, they know it like quite peaceful mornings, they know it like aching muscles, sweat and a smile, they know it like whispered promises they always managed to keep, they know it like grief and tears, they know it like they know the other.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but it might be a start for a fic, so if you want this to be, help me, give me plots, ideas, quirks, even characters.

[iindigoeyed]

saw this dress and purse and i KNEW i had to draw this, it's so her!!

[buggachat]

Part 115 of my bakery “enemies” au!

never trust a phone thief

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Kofi

[tizmoa]

I adore Soap being so unapologetically Scottish; proud of his home country and of the MacTavish name. Though he’s also deeply in love with Ghost and wants him to reclaim the Riley name, making it more than just a tragedy, making it mean something good again. John Riley, Soap thinks. No, actually, Johnny Riley.

Ghost on the other hand hates his name. Vile. Just like his father. He wants the Riley name gutted from him and buried six feet under. He’s legally dead anyway. If they found a work around with forged documents, it’d make sense for him to take MacTavish. Simon MacTavish, Ghost thinks. Fresh start, clean slate, a new life with the love of his life. Yeah, Simon MacTavish.

[treasureplcnet]

bunch of bg3 sketches :)

[mrgaretcarter]

Sisters! Renegade Nell (2024-)

[ijustdontlikepeople]

-N. Hischier (hyphen edits)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

That's the face he makes when he's feeling silly.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[bambisnc]

sunny [ft. w.yx]

pairing : bsf classmate!nicholas x reader genre : fluff :( cw/tw : kissing + a littol suggestive wc : 0.7kish !

drowning under the weight of unsaid words and hidden feelings was something you'd made your peace with.

falling for your best friend, nicholas, who just so happened to be a classmate was not the best decision ever; but you have been dealing with it rather decently all these years.

so maybe it'll all work out just fine.

is what you thought, mere minutes ago.

everything was normal then, both of you were trying not to fall asleep in a particularly boring class. the harsh yet very welcome RING! of the school bell jolted you awake; and of course you wasted zero time in grabbing your bag and making your way out of the classroom.

but when has nicho ever let you leave just like that?

a "where'd you think you're goin'" and a sharp tug to the strap of your bag as you're pulled back by none either than your best friend.

he reminds you that you have cleaning duty that day with a much too gleeful expression..

..and that's how you find yourself leaning against a desk, zoning out to thoughts of him and how the afternoon sunlight streams in through the windows perfectly lighting his features aglow..

the loosened tie, the rolled up sleeves, the small smile playing on his lips as he says something.. wait he's talking to you.

"you're not exactly subtle you know?"

you find yourself unable to think of an appropriate reply, instead choosing to hide behind a simple roll of your eyes.

he lets out a laugh at that, making his way towards you, "i didn't expect you to be so careless.."

at that, you can't help but gulp because yeah it's not like you're not physically affectionate towards each other but something about this moment is.. decidedly not platonic.

nicho's hands rest on the edges of the desk, his face just a little too close for comfort. he's effectively trapping you against it; seemingly completely unaware of the effect this is having on you.

when he speaks up next, voice barely more than a whisper, you feel his lips hover just above yours, "or is it that.. you're just too distracted by someone..?"

something shifts right then. a certain obvious tension shrouds you and it's as if the two of you are the only people in the entire universe.

your hand reaches to tug on his collar, tentatively, with a considerable amount of hesitance; but the way his eyes meet yours - you swear you can see the sun, the moon, all the galaxies in those eyes - leaves you reeling.

you're not sure which of you closes the distance between your lips but you can't really bring yourself to care at all.

not when nicho's lips press against yours impatiently, eagerly. like he's been waiting for this. yearning for this, just as much as you.

especially not when your stomach is busily turning upside down like its life depends on it; all the while your best friend allows one of his hands to tangle into your hair, effectively deepening the kiss.

you'd do this forever if you could, but the unfortunate need for air causes you to push him away.

and oh the way his face looks the absolute picture of debauchery, of indulgence; what with his heavily lidded eyes, flushed face, and delicately swollen lips.

he looks like the prettiest mess ever.

you find yourself unable to deal with all the thoughts that suddenly flood your brain. this is what you've been dreaming of for ages. but nicho is your best friend. best friends do not do this.

his hand moves to gently cup the back of your neck, then; bringing you forward to capture your lips in another kiss, this one vastly differing from the previous.

tender, languid movements as if you have all the time in the world. his soft skin is hot to the touch but if it's him you wouldn't even mind burning.

you feel all your doubts slowly die down, a lingering warmth spreading in their place as you find his other hand on the desk and intertwine both your fingers.

notes : @chiiyuuvv love youuu + ACCIDENTALLY ALMOST DELETED THIS ADN FR CRIED FOR LIKE 30 SECONDS + i lowk thought of sunwoo while writing but shhh + water related metaphors for reader n sun/fire related metaphors for nicho = symbolism loml ! + shoutout to this post and this post couldnt have done this without em + [m.list] song rec : sunny by rocco <3

[gloriousfckingpurpose]

personally i dont think the creature would keep his last name. my own genuine thought out hcs on how he’d connect to (and also feel disconnected from) his former identity aside… that is a wifeguy if i ever saw one he would be mr creature swallows in a heartbeat

[pizzaqueen]

Cute when you win

Written for the prompt ‘pool’ for @steddiemicrofic

442 words / Rated G or T / established relationship

“Red three, corner right pocket.”

“My right or your right?” Eddie grins across the table at Steve.

A haze of cigarette smoke hangs in the air, lending a dreamlike feeling to the nearly empty bar. It’s late, almost closing time, and Eddie and Steve have been playing pool for hours. Steve rolls his eyes but otherwise ignores Eddie’s remark.

“Corner right pocket,” Steve repeats. The light above the pool table haloes Steve as he leans over, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he lines up his cue and takes the shot, sinking the ball with ease. He straightens, brows raised, spreading his hands. “Told you.”

“You know you don’t have to try to impress me right?” Eddie says, hands wrapped around his cue, smiling fondly. “I’ll let you in on a secret, Steve: I’m already impressed.”

“Who said I’m trying to impress you?” Steve slips the cue behind his back, hip grazing the edge of the table. “Eight ball, left side.” He winks, takes the shot, and wins the game.

Eddie tips his head back with a groan. “Fuck. I don’t know if I think it’s annoying you beat me at four games in a row, or if I think it’s hot.”

“You know what I think?” Steve moves around the table to stand by Eddie.

“No, what do you think?”

“I think you think it’s hot.” Steve leans against the pool table, crossing his arms. “That’s why you let me win twice.”

“Me? I’d never do that just to see that cute little smile you get when you win.”

“Uh-huh.” Steve shrugs. “I mean, I am pretty cute, so… I guess I can let it slide this time.”

“And if you weren’t going to let it slide,” Eddie says, leaning closer, “what would you do?”

The only answer he gets is a grin and a twinkle in Steve’s eyes that makes his heart beat hard. “Hey, wanna play again?”

Eddie shakes his head. “You know what I think?”

Steve’s lips twitch. “No, what do you think?”

“I think we should go home.”

“That”— Steve pushes away from the table —“is my kind of thought.” He takes their cues over to the rack, then gestures with his head. “Giddy up, time’s a-wastin’.”

“So bossy,” Eddie says, but he follows Steve through the bar and into the balmy night air. “Hey, wanna come back again tomorrow night? Shoot some more pool?”

Their hands brush between them as they walk, tantalizing and teasing. “Yeah,” Steve says, “but don’t let me win. I wanna beat you for real.”

Eddie snorts but he says, “Deal,” and, street deserted, takes a chance and holds Steve’s hand.

[soup-du-silence]

Struggling™️ with art so I downloaded some new brushes and tried to get a little weird with it

[abisalli]

ITS HOBIE MF BROWN!! 

[totally-not-trolls]

Jet and John-D went to a concert together, it seems they've both fallen for the singer...

Feat. The lovely @felsicveins's OC Julien

Ramblings about this piece under the cut :)

I gotta say, I loved loved loved drawing Julien!! I love the pose I chose (used Gerard Way reference picture lmao) and his clothes even though they are rather simple. I had a little trouble with his hair but honestly it was more of a fun challenge than anything else and it's been a long time since I enjoyed struggling with art so I really had fun with that.

I genuinely loved drawing this so so much and I think that's why I was so okay with having to work extra hard on it! Like, I never do backgrounds, it's usually just a flat color, but I was so passionate about this that I not only gave it a background but gave an attempt at fun lighting too!

As for Jet and JD, I really liked how they turned out too! This was my first time drawing John Dory and I admit that I didn't really do anything special with his design but I still like how he came out. I had to fight of the urge to give him crow's feet because this is supposed to be a slightly younger version of him. Jet, on the other hand, I had to do a lot of work on and I'm still not completely satisfied with how it looks but, despite that, I think I did a pretty good job with him. I tried a new style of drawing his liberty spikes and I think I like these more.

Jet and JD's body language was also fun to play with and I think it brings a little more characterization to the piece. For example, their tails! JD's tail is up and at attention because he is constantly looking for an adventure and he thinks Julien could be his next one. Alternatively, Jet's tail is kind of saggy, like it's shoulders, because he has always been a hopeless romantic and I think it would have melted at the idea of a relationship with Julien.

I didn't give Julien a tail because Maddy (i hope it's cool that I'm using your name instead of your @ 😅) doesn't give his trolls tails and I didn't want to overstep.

Okay, okay, last thing I think, I really want to go into more detail about how I think Julien and Jet would have been together and how they're relationship would be in the present now that Julien is divorced and Jet has kids but Julien is very much Maddy's OC and I don't want to do anything with him without his go ahead but, yeah, look out for that