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[clownsuu]

I give you an

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Also I stole this ask just so I can post this fuggin weirdo I made smhh (I raise from the dead just to post an oc again LMAOAOAOAO)

Hopefully this will be my last one in a long while I can live with 7 fuggin wh characters HHFHFUDJSNKSSJ- well- technically 8 if you include Betsy-

But to keep it (somewhat) short and sweet- my loser- a ye ol Milkman- Zachary Milksop (chronically lactose intolerant) and Betsy (a lil mascot moo sentient puppet)

Another character made almost spur in the moment again (like Mari) though thankfully not another bUG, but just some average human smhh. He’s a really simple guy, a loser, is as interesting as normal milk— he’s just the ye ol milkman who delivers you that gud shid smhh— enjoyer of the finer things in life (lunchables). A lil flirty and charming (in possibly the cringiest way possible) however he doesn’t really seem to pick up anyone besides the local cows that constantly harass him (and eats his pants). He enjoys watching them though, from v e r y m u c h afar——

hes just kinda, “that guy”

Also Betsy- a very sweet woman! She always greets everyone and has the friendliest extroverted personality ever! Always the type to bring (albeit tiny) gifts for her favorite neighbors and always leads when talking to anyone. Not like she would allow Zach to say anything anyway, she hates his polyester guts (and only him smhh)

[gossippool]

speaking of costume/makeup design i love that we go from wade wearing a toupee (at his own birthday party no less) as his way of trying to fit in in any way he can still control, to just him as himself!! which mirrors his character arc from needing to feel accepted or like he matters to other people to having self-acceptance and assurance in his own intrinsic worth <3

also *eye twitch* the white shirt representing rebirth and renewal. the cardigan representing comfort and homeliness as compared to a windbreaker reminiscent of a shield to block out the elements. both worn to keep warm but in different ways

[iliadicjasontodd-moving]

thinking about gloria and thinking also about the actually undoubtedly latina women of felipe garzonas’s home country and how bruce and the gcpd and everyone except jason was willing to accept that they would be sacrificed on a predatory man’s altar in return for their own women’s safety, willing to live with and not contest the fact that garzonas was definitely going to go back and keep preying on women that he would have even more unfettered access to so long as it was off-page. how many had he already hurt and how little did bruce wayne ever think of them, a thousand miles from gotham

[robbyykeene]

Anyway I wish this show was actually bold enough to give Miguel an arc exploring his feelings of entitlement over the captaincy spot. Throughout the show Johnny has repeatedly told Miguel that Robby is a lost cause but hey, It’s okay because he has Miguel now. That Miguel’s his champion, his Number One Boy. So how could Miguel not feel at least somewhat entitled to the captain spot? How could he not feel insecure about his place in Johnny’s life with Robby not just back in the picture, but now literally taking the number one spot? When Johnny has repeatedly put into both kids heads that when it comes to his love and attention its one vs. the other, how could there be no lingering feelings of resentment and jealousy?

[feddy-34]

he's so fine it's actually irritating

[spittyfishy]

Bunch of frames from a Chloé animation I just got finished!

[tonguetyd]

In case anyone is interested, the photographer behind MetalMuseMedia is working on a letter project! More info is over on their Instagram video but they also separately posted the essentials! Figured I’d spread the word 🥰

[sunflowerpieivan]

Got my monthly haircut and finally found time to try this. I am a cat-boy now 🐱

[a-lilypad]

i ran my fingers through your hair and i thanked god to touch the flame

He looked near feral. Like he was going to consume Regulus whole. Lay him out on a platter and feast on his flesh, ripping him apart piece by piece with his teeth and make sure to eat every last morsel, leaving nothing to waste.

Regulus would let him.

I've finally posted my omegaverse oneshot! I'm so so excited to share it, I hope u enjoy <3

[haunted-xander]

Reverse metamorphosis

[braingobrrr]

guys i made a silly little quiz. go check it out if you want.

also feel free to rb with your results if you do take it !!

[queerdiazs]

tease tidbit tuesday 🎄

hi pals, i have absolutely nothing to do for the next 3 days except get some fics finished, yeehaw 🫶🏼

a lil tease from another christmas fic? it's either the third or fourth or fifth, idk, but pls enjoy

“You’ve made bail, Diaz.”  Eddie stands, wipes his sweaty hands off on his jeans, and clears his throat. “This isn’t even a real jail, Dwight,” he says, stepping through the makeshift cell door, and looks over at his rescuer. “Hi, Buck.”  Buck sighs. “Hi, Eddie,” he says, definitely a tad bit exasperated.

tagged by @jeeyuns, @thewolvesof1998, @hippolotamus, @jamespearce9-1-1, @daffi-990, and @wikiangela mwah friends <3

tagging @eddiebabygirldiaz, @spagheddiediaz, @callmenewbie, @watchyourbuck, @exhuastedpigeon, @theotherbuckley, @try-set-me-on-fire, @devirnis, @fortheloveofbuddie, @folk-fae, @jesuisici33, @ladydorian05, @loserdiaz, @nmcggg, @monsterrae1, and whoever else wants to share!!

[leadandblood]

Fic suggestion- Hartnell x person of your choice post flogging

Thank you, this was really fun <3

It's not polished at all and there will be plenty of errors probably but i have to get back into the groove somehow.

It was a sad night. A lonely night. Nobody came to talk to him. None of the ships boys, none of the ABs, no officer, not even Dr McDonald. And it was expected and it was deserved. He deserved those lashes. Deserved to lie alone in his hammock, in pain, barely finding the strength to breathe. He deserved it.

The night was only disrupted once. By Magnus silently crying. If Tom were asleep he wouldn't have noticed at all. Magnus was so quiet in his weeping that for a moment he thought it was just a particularly breathy rat making the sound.

He should have gotten up to comfort him, but didn't. Didn't think he could. Definitely not like this. And if he was crying because of pain, then there's nothing Tom can do anyway. They'll talk in the morning. For now, they're supposed to be alone.

He did fall asleep eventually, although only for a short while. Despite McDonald's insistance on him getting more sleep than usual because of the wounds, he found he couldn't. He couldn't toss, couldn't turn, all he could do was lie on his stomach and just bear it, painful hour after painful hour.

In the morning, Golding came asking how he felt. Then Chambers. Then Morfin. Then Des Voeux. They cautiously approached him one by one as if they'd agreed to it beforehand. "You alright?" and "Does it still hurt?" and "Is it still bleeding?" and "How long are you free of duty?" He must have answered some of those questions at least three times, but he didn't mind. It was nice talking to them. Not only because it took his attention away from the pain, but also because that way, he felt like he wasn't a sudden outcast. They still care for him. And that's what matters most. Blast the pain and embarrassment. If they suddenly hated him, he might just die.

......

It was 10 o'clock when the first master came looking for him. Blanky was paler than usual and his hair astray. "There you are, lad."

"Mr. Blanky? You've been looking for me?" He sat up sideways in his hammock to look him in the eyes.

"Of course I have-" then he quickly returned to what he seemingly wanted to say since he saw Tom. His voice wasn't hoarse when he spoke. Instead, it was as soft as if he was talking to a dying man. Tom certainly didn't feel that way. Not yet. Still, it was comforting. "What the hell did you do that for?"

It was foolish, really. He looked away only briefly, then back at Blanky. He shouldn't avoid what he did. "I- I thought I was doing something right." He took a deep breath. "I know it wasn't. Now... Now I see that it wasn't. We shouldn't have brought Lady Silence here by force, it was wrong and I- I'm sorry."

"Well, I'm at least glad you're repenting... But I'm not here to lecture you - god knows you've suffered enough... I do hope there won't be a 'next time', though," he finished and fixed Thomas with a stern look.

"There won't be," he shook his head. Then he looked down at his own hands. "If you see Lady Silence... Will you tell her that I'm sorry?"

Blanky placed a gentle hand on Tom's arm. "I will. Now, you get some rest. You look like you've just crawled out of a bear's den."

"Might as well have." He pointed to his back with his thumb.

Blanky briefly laughed - only briefly - then his face turned serious. "I mean it. Get some rest. The visitors and well-wishers can wait. Did you eat yet?"

"Yeah, Mr. Diggle brought me breakfast."

"Good." As he searched Tom's face, his eyes softened. "I'm sorry I wasn't there. Could've talked to Francis and spared you a few lashes."

"That wouldn't be right."

"For Christ's sake, Thomas." Blanky pressed his palm to his forehead and looked away.

He blinked. "I'm sorry?"

"You're too kind for your own damned good."

"I'm not... Am I?"

"You are, and it'll be the death of you one day." He sighed. "But I'd be lying if I said it wasn't endearing. Now, I need to quit yapping and get back to work. You won't get any rest this way. Promise me you'll try to sleep."

"Yes, Mr. Blanky..." He swayed his feet just above the floor, watching them as they moved. "It was nice. Talking to you, I mean."

"Then we can repeat it once you sleep a little. Did you get any sleep at all?"

"Two hours, I think."

"Pain?" he asked simply, eyes too knowing. Way too knowing.

"Yeah. But it's gotten better."

"I'm glad." Blanky pat his knee, smiled and nodded. Then he turned around, gave Tom one last wave and left.

He lied down on his side, feeling that maybe... the pain got a tad bit easier to bear.

[bookwyrminspiration]

Imagine if Sophie shattered. there's no one to fix her, she's the only one who can do that. you'd need a new person to fix her. some of her friends are ethically questionable enough to try, to make someone like Forkle made her. logistics aside, can you imagine how fucked up it would be to be that person? to be created solely in the name of saving someone else? that your existence is for one other person? that you were created out of desperate love for someone who isn't you? sophie was made with a vague purpose, but this is different. this is specific. what do you do with yourself?

[madebysimblr]

[laughter from the kitchen]

Chance: No no! That's not how it happened at all!

Callie: I think I remember better than you!!

Xavier: Yeah! Remember you're the youngest of us all!

[more laughter]

-

Arturo: But anyway, there's not much I want to hold onto. So the move should be easy enough. I'm just excited to wake up to you every morning. I don't want to waste another minute.

Kim: I'm so happy for you both! It's nothing less than what you deserve, Art.

Maren: You'll have us over for dinner, right?

Joy: Of course! You're all welcome over any time!

Rory: Looking forward to it!

Grace: To what?

Arturo: Having everyone over for dinner once I move in with Joy.

Grace: You're moving in together?! Oh that's wonderful! That sounds like a reason to throw another party!

Arturo: [laughs] You're gonna wear us all out.

Grace: Oh please, you're making us sound old.

Kim: Grace, we are old. We all have grandkids!

Grace: Ha! Having grandkids doesn't make you old! I refuse to ever grow old, actually.

Kim: [laughs] Let me know how that goes.

Rory: [quietly] She never changes does she?

Susanna: [quietly back] That's not true. We wouldn't speak to her if she hadn't changed a little.

Angel: Gracie? Whitney's on the phone. She said she only has a second.

Grace: Oh! I'll take it upstairs. Thank you!

Kim: How sweet! I'm surprised she wasn't here though!

Grace: Ah, the twins can't quite handle a plane yet. Plus the met ball is going on! [laughs] I'd also pick that!