#[ am i projecting just a little bit? maybe.]

[iandoubt]

scott smajor with number 7 for your spotify asks?

omg anon sorry it took me so long to get to this, but here: Scott smajor with number 7, Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance!

textless and bgless under cut, as well as really long ramble caption vvvvvvv

I hope this is alright! If nothing else, I’m so so proud of drawing hair braiding, that took. So. Long. lol, anyway yeah I also really like how Scott’s hair came out, and I’ve never made a third life Jimmy design before so I came up with this on the fly and I really like how it looks. But yeah, I saw which song it was and thought of them immediately, Scott was so distraught at Jimmy’s death in third life, (prepare for ramble that is mildly unintelligible if you are not really geeky about MCR lore lol. The main stuff you need to understand is that mcr has four albums, I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love, Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, The Black Parade, and Danger Days: The True Lives of The Fabulous Killjoys, and all of them have a lot of lore) like they are so demolition lovers coded, especially because of the whole back from the dead thing where Jimmy is alive and well in later seasons but Scott is still grieving him and the memory thing with winners remembering which means Scott remembers third life and Jimmy doesn’t, reminds me of like (from my understanding of the story, which is different from other peoples because MCR lore is very vague) the inner turmoil of the lover from the three cheers lore who went to hell, and his lover is in heaven and on one hand he wants to reunite but on the other he knows his lover doesn’t even know he’s alive (-ish. Not sure how much his situation qualifies as “living”) and feels guilty, thinking that she probably won’t even want to see him again, because he’s killed so many people and he doesn’t want to ruin her paradise (I mean she misses him too and wants to see him again but he doesn’t know that, and also he rightly recognizes that he is an actual sociopath. I’m not saying c!Scott is crazy (well, as not-crazy as you can be in life series death games. Everyone is at least a little bit off their rocker. Woah, parentheses within parentheses, what is this!?), but I am saying the guy demolition lover absolutely is. I am also saying that c!Scott has self worth issues. At least in my headcannons. I also have a similar headcannon for Joel. Maybe that’s why they hate each other, their mad that they can’t sacrifice themselves for each other and then decided a murderous rivalry was the only option/j ) but yeah so the torturing themselves over a lover who is both dead for them and also at the same time alive and well but unreachable and in a better place than them and wanting to be with them but holding back for fear of hurting them which ends up hurting them anyway (which is also a theme in the black parade, so ig you could also kinda compare Scott to The Patient, but patient always felt more Joel or Pearl coded to me. Also yes I know I already made a post about smalletho demo lovers au, but idk I can have both smalletho and flower husbands demo lovers I just like projecting my interests onto,,,,also my interests ig lol) is something Scott and the sinner demolition lover have in common. Also this song makes me cry. So much. Could barely even draw this through the tears lol/silly, and I’m exaggerating but less than you’d think. Unfortunately I am a crier. I also cry at Summertime from danger days, pretty much all of three cheers but especially I never told you what I do for a living, demolition lovers from bullets (btw for non MCR fans these are album and song names. Also the demo lover’s story starts in bullets with the song titled for them, and then is continued in three cheers for sweet revenge) as well as I don’t love you, wttbp, the end, mama, and famous last words from black parade. And those are just the MCR songs, not counting all the other sad songs from other bands. I am a CRIER lol. But yeah, thank you sm for the ask anon I really enjoyed drawing this!

[docholligay]

8 Days Food Writing Day: on failure and ambition

Can you talk about a dish that you failed at making the first time, what went wrong and any lessons learned? Have you tried it again? And maybe any advice and thoughts about how you approach an ambitious food project?

Boy, only one? I fail all the time! Constantly! I try to post when I do so i can show people both the failure and the recovery, and that, sometimes, not matter how long you've been working in the kitchen, things don't go according to plan. It happens! It happens to the best of us.

Life is not about avoiding failure. If you avoid failure, you will never grow. The only way to know the end of your tether is to constantly reach it, and get choked back a little bit. Do not get in your own head about cooking, and that it's always supposed to be perfect, and if you come up with something that's not great it's a huge deal. In all things in life, we must have courage. Without courage, all other virtues are meaningless.

I have been lucky enough, in life, that I have had a lot of failure, sometimes failure that cost me a great deal, and so, am I relatively comfortable with the idea of it.

I go into an ambitious project with the viewpoint that everything in life is a lesson if you care to learn. So, if it doesn't go well, then I've learned something about technique or timing or even an ingredient I'm not familiar with. I have a list of very ambitious desserts I'd like to try this year, and I expect that some of them will go badly! That's okay!

I have won multiple ribbons at the state fair for my baking. Many of these recipes have had years and year go into their development, with many many failures, near-failures, and 'not quite theres'. It's so important to look at something as a step. To ascend, you have to go up. This is true of anything. And sometimes that going up looks bad, or is frustrating, and for me too--I have genuinely been so frustrated about a meal that I've cried or thrown something. It happens. It happens!

I had a 9 year gap between my best in show: cakes and winning best in show: pies. There were so many efforts that went into that, rewrites and annoyances and a few actual hilarious cream meltdowns that resulted in me rewhipping the filling into a pudding thing just crumbling the crust on top ahahah.

The only people who never get knocked down are the ones who stay seated. It's okay to get knocked down. The measure of us in how we get up. This is true of anything.

[httpvomitello]

hi again!! early new years greetings–i hope ypur holidays went wonderful for ya!! <3

if it's alright, i'd love to request a male!reader x draco malfoy hcs!!

I'd love for their dynamic to be 'grumpy x sunshine' coded, with the reader bright, positive, and bubbly (aka a ray of sunshine!!) that's also a hufflepuff and LOVES to bake and paint (he totallyyy doesn't paint draco, whattt made you think that???)

I could totally see an option where Draco got forced to hang around the reader for whatever reason and on his part, it's enemies to lovers and for the reader, he's just totally oblivious to this man's rage and is the physical embodiemnet of ':D'

I'd love to see this dynamic and how draco drals with this 'golden-retriever' type of guy–that eventually becomes his partner!! What do other people think of them being together, why is the reader so nice to him, how did they meet, etc.

Hello, hello! Sorry it took me a while to reply, but anyway, I hope you like it! And happy early new year!

Grumpy x Sunshine *⁠.⁠✧

draco malfoy x m!reader

It all started with detention. You, a cheerful Hufflepuff who had gotten caught painting a "masterpiece" on the castle walls, and Draco, serving his own punishment for being a bit too mouthy with McGonagall.

You took one look at the sulking Slytherin and decided to brighten his day.

“Hi! I’m Y/N. Isn’t this just a lovely opportunity to spend time together?” you chirped, completely ignoring the withering glare Draco shot you.

“Who the fuck is this human, and why am I stuck with him?”

Draco was initially irritated by your endless optimism and constant attempts to chat.

You? Completely oblivious to his disdain. You thought his eye-rolls and sarcastic comments were just his “funny little quirks.”

Over time, your kindness started to chip away at Draco’s walls. You’d bring him freshly baked cookies

“I made extras, so I thought of you!” and talk about your latest painting projects.

“I didn’t ask for cookies.”

“Oh, but I know you secretly wanted them.”

Draco, begrudgingly eating a cookie “Maybe.”

For Draco, it was enemies to lovers. Every interaction left him both annoyed and… intrigued.

You’d compliment his hair, offer to teach him to bake, and flash that beaming smile of yours. It drove him mad.

“Why are you so nice to me?” he asked one day, exasperated.

You just blinked, confused. “Why not? Everyone deserves kindness!”

“You’re insufferable.”

Little did you know, Draco found himself looking forward to your encounters. Your positivity felt like a breath of fresh air in his otherwise dreary world.

The moment Draco realized he had feelings for you?

When he stumbled upon one of your paintings and recognized himself on the canvas.

It wasn’t just a portrait—it was him, looking softer, almost serene. You’d captured something he didn’t even recognize in himself.

He confronted you about it, flustered and defensive. “Why would you paint me?”

You laughed nervously. “Oh, um… practice?”

Draco, staring at the painting, murmured “This idiot.”

Once Draco gave in to his feelings, he became fiercely protective of you.

He’d grumble about your endless optimism, but deep down, he adored it.

“How do you manage to be so cheerful all the time?” he’d ask, half-annoyed, half-awed.

“Because I have you to grumble for me,” you’d tease, earning a rare smirk.

Your dynamic became the talk of Hogwarts. People couldn’t believe Draco Malfoy was dating such a bubbly Hufflepuff.

The Slytherins?

Mixed reactions. Some were shocked, others found it hilarious. Pansy Parkinson teased Draco relentlessly about his “sunshine boyfriend.”

The Hufflepuffs?

They loved it. You were a walking ray of positivity, and they couldn’t imagine anyone better to thaw Draco’s icy demeanor.

Harry and Ron were suspicious at first, but even they couldn’t deny you seemed to bring out a softer side of Draco.

McGonagall secretly approved. “Mr. Malfoy seems… less insufferable lately,” she remarked to Flitwick.

Draco wasn’t one for public displays of affection, but in private? He was all in.

He’d watch you paint, fascinated by your talent. “You make it look so easy,” he’d say, trailing his fingers across the canvas.

Baking became a shared hobby. Draco wasn’t great at it, but he’d try just to spend time with you.

He’d even let you sneak a kiss on the cheek while he grumbled about flour getting everywhere.

You balanced each other perfectly. Your warmth softened Draco’s edges, and his quiet strength grounded you.

He admired your ability to see the good in everyone, even when he couldn’t.

You, in turn, loved seeing the softer, vulnerable side of him that he rarely showed anyone else.

Draco often joked that you were like the sun—blinding, inescapable, and impossible to ignore. But he’d never want to live without your light.

And as for you? You’d happily spend your days painting portraits of the boy who taught you that even stormclouds have their silver linings.

[rainbowcolored7]

I think we as a fandom forget how silly Benson is. The way he talks to Randy as they drive around? His inflections and physicality when he speaks? Benson is just a sweet little boy full of repressed trauma trying to bury his darkness with loud redirection. He walked the outer world with vigilant observation and silliness and kept his darkness to himself.

[marc--chilton]

(mgv) adam's an only child and always wanted siblings but never got them. he's still estranged from his parents. when he gets with lawrence and he sees how sweet he is with diana, what was a passing thought of "he's such a good dad, shame diana's not got a sibling" spiraled entirely out of his control.

"i have the equipment to give him another pup one way or another"

"look at how happy lawrence is when diana stays for the weekends! he'd love another one around all the time!" maybe, like hell we're having that conversation though

"this way i can have the big family i always wanted" since when do i want kids???

"since you saw lawrence be a good dad to diana" ..... FUCK

[unsat-and-strange]

lyfrassir edda tried to cut their hair after the bifrost incident. hair and the meaning it holds had been a common thread in the multitude of cultures that comes with 9 inhabited worlds in one star system, and one thing that had been a given in nearly every single one was you don't wear braids when you're grieving. you don't wear rings or ribbons or gems, you don't wear any ornamentation. for a long time it was taboo to even pull it back in a ponytail except for the most strenuous of tasks. and you don't cut it unless you've lost it all. which, of course, they have. so they take a pair of scissors they found in a toolbox and cut the whole tangled mess of it off their head over the sink. it's ragged and uneven and they feel exposed without it, but if this is the only way left to honor their vanished world then so be it. or that's what they thought. that night as they wake from yet another nightmare that leaves them gasping at the brink of tears they feel that familiar weight spilling down their shoulders and back. they don't try again. they do try to forget about it, push it from their mind through sheer force of will but they can't explain it away. and they can't ignore the fact that the gray streaks in their still-long hair grow thicker by the day. and it looks less and less like true gray than a multitude of colors and shades dulled to a neutral tone by sheer numbers. they are changing and it won't let them cut their hair.

[duck-in-a-thrift-store]

Prologue? Pilot? IDK Man I Just Work Here

(part 1.2)

{hey so uhhhh

i have finals coming up and its the last week of classes and im lowkey failing two of mine right now, so unfortunately im going to have to go on hiatus for a bit- even though i literally just started, ugh- while i try to catch up and deal with... all that

that said, ive decided to split the prologue up into three parts instead of two and just go ahead and give you what ive got so far of the rest of it

this and the third (and hopefully final) segment is where we really start setting up/contextualizing the "full house" premise of the fic

link to part 1.1 here}

~~~

So, over the next several weeks, they come up with a plan.

Most of them aren’t exactly happy about the plan, but… oh well.

The parents are determined to move their children- who have proven themselves to be prime targets for the supernatural- out of town, to relocate them somewhere they’ll be well-removed from the apocalypse unfolding in Hawkins. Caught up to speed about the history of Hawkins Lab and Owens’s involvement in everything, they all but order him to help with the arrangements.

And he delivers. Calls are made, blueprints are drawn, and before they know it, a plot of land has been secured two thousand miles away in California for a house to be built on. And it’s going to have to be a pretty big house, considering it’ll be home to six teenagers and a pre-teen.

The kids are dead set on not being separated again; it’s one of their conditions for agreeing to leave. Steve can’t blame them, honestly. After everything they’ve been through together, he doesn’t want to be apart from them either. In fact, he’s been feeling a bit paralyzed by the thought, has had a little trouble breathing since the move was decided.

He’s sort of out of it the next time everyone gathers at the hospital to hash out the details, to be honest, but in his defense, his head isn’t quite what it used to be before all the hits he’s taken in recent years.

But then the ongoing discussion turns to who will look after the kids, and well, that certainly gets his attention.

There’s a military blockade taking shape around the area, keeping the threat contained- but also the citizens. It’s only through Owens’s connections and influence that they’ll be able to sneak the kids out, and just that in itself is going to be risky. As much as they’d like to, they can’t take everyone.

The parents have agreed to join the resistance that’s starting to form, a force of townsfolk who have finally realized what’s really happening and are banding together to find a solution, or at least hold off the Upside Down from taking over for as long as they can. Hopper and Joyce have taken it upon themselves to teach everyone as much as they can about what they’re up against, and a few of the others are helping out with pooling resources and organizing community childcare.

For various reasons, their families won’t be coming along.

“Who’s going to take care of you all?” Sue asks, her question directed more towards the room at large than the kids themselves. “None of you are older than fifteen; I don’t want you out there on your own with no adult supervision.”

Karen starts to say something, probably about how she doesn’t intend to let Nancy stay behind either, that there will definitely be at least one person over fifteen present, but Steve cuts her off in his eagerness. He practically jumps out of his seat, actually, but he’s held in place by his desperate grip on the sheets of the hospital bed he’s still stuck in until he’s done recovering from the demobat bites.

“I’ll do it!”

Once again, all eyes are on him, and they’re broadcasting confusion, surprise- in the case of the parents, that is. The kids mostly look relieved. None of them will say it- the little shits- but he’s pretty sure they were just as worried about leaving him behind as he was about sending them away.

Claudia tilts her head at him in question. “You? What, by yourself?”

Steve figures the faintly bitter disbelief in her voice has less to do with him and more to do with Dustin’s deadbeat dad, so he chooses not to take it to heart. But before he can make a remark about how some men are actually interested in fatherhood- although he’s not entirely sure what his brain even means by that- Karen Wheeler speaks up.

“Not by himself, no. What I was about to say a moment ago was that Nancy is going too. I don’t want my daughter staying here after being involved with all this pretty much since the beginning. But, Steve, even then, you’re hardly adults yourselves- Nancy only just graduated high school last week. I don’t think you two should be left to basically parent seven kids all alone; it’s too much responsibility.”

(While she does have a point, and he’s certainly not opposed to having Nancy out of harm’s way, it’s also important to note that the daughter in question is currently busy giving shooting lessons to a sizable portion of the resistance. Nancy is no stranger to responsibility, but she isn’t exactly the motherly type, either. Regardless, Steve wants both roles for himself- at least on a subconscious level. He’s not quite aware of it yet, his rightful place as both mom and dad to the party, but… he’ll get there. He thinks of himself more as a glorified babysitter, really, but it is a position he takes very seriously nowadays.)

Mistaking Steve's spacey expression for something else, Dustin mutters smugly beside him, “I bet you would looove that.”

Steve rolls his eyes and shoots back, “Can it, kid. We’ve been over this. Nance and I are not getting back together.”

Nancy and Jonathan broke up after her graduation, for reasons which Steve has decided are none of his business. In some ways, this made the idea of rekindling their relationship- something his friends insisted he should try to do- more of an actual possibility. And yet, somehow, that in itself helped him realize that he doesn’t really want to get back together. And he knows she feels the same, even if there are some weird lingering feelings on both sides of the issue. They simply aren’t compatible, and that’s okay. It took him a while to get here, but now he’s happy just being her friend.

Thankfully, Robin joins in, interrupting that awkward train of thought and providing the solution to a problem Steve hasn't even considered yet.

“They wouldn’t be alone, Mrs. Wheeler. I can help out, too.”

“You would do that? Move across the country and play house with me and these brats?”

“Of course I would, dingus. Where you go, I go.”

The fondness in their exchange prompts some raised eyebrows from the others, but that’s irrelevant. Steve is just massively thankful that Robin is offering to come along. Having to choose between the kids and his platonic soulmate would have torn him apart just as badly as the bats did.

“And I’d say the same about Will and El,” Jonathan says as he joins the group. “So I hope there’s room for a couple more.” He glances questioningly at Argyle, who came in with him.

Argyle just shrugs. “I’m sticking with you, man.” Apparently, his parents turned him out to fend for himself when he hit eighteen, so he doesn’t have much to go back to, and he’s been content staying with the Byers until the blockade is lifted- or for the long haul, it seems.

Karen nods in Jonathan’s direction. “Good, I’m sure Joyce will feel better knowing you’ll be there.”

So that makes five of us. Considering I’ve wrangled most of these guys on my own plenty of times by now, that should be totally manageable. I guess it will be nice to have some guaranteed backup for once.

It looks like the gang is staying together after all, plus at least one new-ish addition.

But, speaking of "new-ish additions" to the group, there is still a six-foot deep hole in the entire plan, which is the question of what to do with a dead man when all his remaining friends are ditching town.

“What about... Eddie?”

~~~

{well folks theres the second installment of the prologue. as for the rest of it... youll get it when you get it. hopefully ill be able to start updating more regularly once i go back home for the summer. things are just kinda crazy right now hahahahaha <-(the deranged laughter of a person whose ass is not passing all their courses this time and is very seriously considering becoming a college dropout)

oh and yeah so eddies dead i guess. not what i had planned but sometimes the plot just does what it wants. you know how full house basically starts off with dannys wife dying in a car accident (offscreen and prior to the events of the actual show anyway)? and steve is like, very loosely the au's parallel of danny? well you might not have known that actually but i just told you. so. yeah. you get where this is going

also, to my unofficial beta readers and lovely mutuals @moreover-clover and @redley-of-many-noodles: i have seen your comments/messages and i appreciate your input, but ive decided im going to try not to take this project too seriously and just have fun with it rather than worry about how polished it is, so i think this is going to be a no beta project from here on out. thank you for the thoughtful commentary/critiques on part 1.1, and i do hope you continue to enjoy it <3

having said that, if anyone happens to notice glaringly obvious/simple typos that i could easily fix, or if any parts are just genuinely incomprehensible, feel free to point it out/ask for clarification if you want to}

[prettymediocrewizard]

no new cool outfits to draw because I'm just wearing this these days

(I can't emphasize enough my struggle between loving cute little guys and also cool and all-black alternative aesthetics)

[bmpmp3]

vocal synths and winter designs

[beanghostprincess]

Let's say chocolate is a metaphor for traditional relationships that happen to appear good but are too sickly sweet for Sanji to handle and after WCI he ends up not liking chocolate. At least for a while. He needs to move on from what happened first. But he wants to force himself to like it because he should like chocolate. It is one of the most basic ingredients when making sweets and it is also everywhere.

So what if it makes him want to throw up? What if his stomach betrays him when cooking? What if he needs to stop every two seconds to breathe because his lungs don't work properly when he smells chocolate? He will keep trying and trying to make it work. Everybody loves chocolate, after all, he should too.

But then, one day, Usopp sees everything he has around the kitchen. Like. That's an awful lot of sweets and a disgusting amount of chocolate and he doesn't seem like he has slept in a week. So of course he is concerned. "Why- What's all of this about, Sanji?" He tries to hide his nervousness with a laugh.

Sanji grips the counter tighter. So much his knuckles turn white. "I- I don't know. I guess I was just. In the mood for chocolate." But he doesn't sound sure at all. In fact, he looks like he's about to cry.

"Well." He looks around the room without wanting to touch anything but approaching Sanji a bit to check on him. "Luffy can have all of my portions because I kind of... Not like chocolate?"

"You don't- You don't like chocolate?"

"No? Too sweet. I actually pretty much hate it? The smell already makes me ill."

"Me too."

"You what?"

"I think I don't- I don't think I like chocolate anymore. Is that- I don't know if I ever did. Is that alright?"

"Why wouldn't it be alright, Sanji? It's just chocolate. Nobody can force you to eat it. Or cook it if you really don't want to."

And Sanji realizes that maybe... Maybe it is alright for him to not want chocolate, and a wave of relief takes over him for a solid second.

[icewindandboringhorror]

I have found a beautiful perfect humble rock specimen that is light yellow with a weird dark yellowy brown lining, somewhat resembling a chunk of smoked gouda cheese... effervescent

[0x4468c7a6a728]

i've gotta program something soon...

[tanicus-caesareth]

guarana drama, damage control

[milfygerard]

did she specifically make 34 versions of TTPD because shes 34 years old

[itsalwaysdark]

and when i live on my own ill be able to decorate like real life decorate ive never gotten to do that in real life b4

[dabihaul666]

rotating their hug in my mind