#2017 sucks

[barrackspredator]

patrick hockstetter x naive fem reader? 😋

this has been in my inbow for about a year. TW: Patrick, mocking religion, Patrick gets his own second warning

The Pastor's Daughter

Patick x Fem!Reader Patrick Hockstter is God.

In his own head, of course.

However, before he is a part-time self-proclaimed god, he is also the son of Patricia "Trisha" Hockstetter, Derry's most devout Baptist.

And while he could usually get away with skipping out on Sunday mass, this one was different. A new pastor was being brought into the church as the last pastor had gone to the pearly gates, and Trisha, eager to push her son closer to God, forced him to go with her.

After a long morning of arguing, Patrick was forced into his Sunday best, booted into the car, and forced to follow his grinning mother down the aisle. Aside from the laughable idea of there being other gods, Patrick's least favorite part about church was entering to take a seat. The judgmental stares, the hushed whispers, the blearing white. It was enough to drive him insane. He idly gazed through the crowd of phony-worshippers, grinning pridefully whenever somebody would look his way in stunned horror—which was often.

Finally stopping at the second pew, his mother ushered him in, a beaming smile on her face despite the mischievous glint in her eyes. Patrick noted this, quirking his eyebrow at her.

"What?" he mouthed as he sat down, partially sitting on something. "Nothing," she whispered, unable to hide her smile.

"Excuse me?" A quiet voice whispered from beside Patrick. "I don't mean to bother you, sir, but you're sitting on my purse."

Patrick rolled his eyes, turning in annoyance. "Then yank it." He paused, staring at the girl before him. Your eyes widened in surprise, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

"Oh, my apologies. I didn't realize... I thought you were a sir." You sheepishly laughed at your mistake, assuming Patrick was an older man. He stared at you, his eyes narrowing as he dissected every inch of you. Your eyes, your smile, your hair—the imaginary halo that glowed above your head.

"I am a sir," he growled, thinking you thought he was a girl.

"O-Oh? Really? Wow, you look so young!" You smiled wide, amazed by how young this "sir" looked.

"... Uh, yeah. I'm fucking 15, idiot." Patrick felt a sharp jab in his ribs, making him double over. He glared at his mom, who sneered at him until he turned back to face the girl. "My bad," he grumbled. The look of shock on your face was enough to make him smirk in amusement. Perhaps the most amused he'd ever felt in church.

"It's okay," you whispered. Your eyes were downcast as you tried to hold back a giggle. "You are very funny, uh... what is your name? Perhaps calling you sir would be weird as we are the same age." You looked back up into Patrick's eyes.

"Patrick." Another jab. "Hockstetter!" He glanced back at his mother, deeply annoyed with her antics. "Patrick Hockstter," he breathed out, placing his hand over his aching ribs.

You giggled politely, covering your mouth as you did. "Well, it's lovely to meet you, Patrick. I'm-"

"The pastor's daughter, right?" Mrs. Hockstetter interjected, taking you by surprise. You hesitated a few seconds before nodding your head. Patrick slowly turned his head to look at his mother as her plan clicked in his head. Did she really think the pastor's daughter would be a good influence on him? The thought was laughable. But this god had his own plan—to humor his mother. To get even.

He turned back to you with a charming smile. Well, as charming as he could pull off. "It's lovely to meet you," he said, taking your hand in his and gently pressing a kiss on your knuckle, enjoying how your eyes shot open. Church was suddenly starting to feel very entertaining for this god.

But of course, your father had to ruin the fun when he came out to begin his sermon and the choir started. You hesitated to pull your hand away, your eyes lingering on his until he turned away. Patrick only pulled away to hide his smirk, though. He didn't give a shit about the sermon, or the choir, or whatever the fuck his future father-in-law was spewing.

For that full hour, he sat there plotting. Every move of his had to be calculated, and they were. Glances here and there, brushing his hand against yours, gently thumbing your skin whenever it was time to join hands. And from every move blossomed a new splotch of red on your cheeks, which appeased him greatly. Even his mother looked pleased, and it took Patrick every bone in his body to not laugh at her failure of a plan. Oh, how he was going to make her look like such a fool!

By the end of mass, Patrick had you wrapped around his twisted, kind of fucked up, burnt finger. And with this newfound power, he got himself a date with the pastor's daughter at the junkyard.

To his mother's surprise, Patrick left mass with a big goofy smile on his face, giddy as he thought of the fridge he was going to show you on Friday night.

[tealottie]

she doesn't get the joke

[notsosillyanymore-ehbatman]

Cowboy Henry Bowers for @moonlover9191

[loliiir]

Sketches!!!

[shiftingwlily]

❀ shifting templates !

btw all of my templates are on notion. requests are open!

basic

empty basic

movies

alice in wonderland

bullet train

descendants

fast and furious

hogwarts

hunger games

it 2017

maze runner

metal lords

mean girls

pitch perfect

twilight

zombieland

star wars (ep 1-3 theme + ep 7-9 theme)

guardians of the galaxy

the suicide squad

scream

shows

breaking bad

criminal minds

our flag means death

ms marvel

peacemaker

daybreak

derry girls

euphoria

everything sucks!

floribama shore

ginny and georgia

i am not okay with this

it’s always sunny in philidelphia

jersey shore

outer banks

on my block

pen15

peaky blinders

riverdale

sex education

stranger things

shameless

the boys

the umbrella academy

the walking dead

the 100

wednesday

znation

2 broke girls

brooklyn 99

american horror story (murder house, asylum, coven, freak show, hotel, roanoke, cult, apocalypse, 1984)

american housewife

heartbreak high

school spirits

doctor who

cartoons

avengers assemble

big mouth

clone high

justice league

gravity falls

monster high

rick and morty

south park

the regular show

strawberry shortcake

glitterforce

games

the last of us

[blaithnne]

the triplets would steal scrooge's credit card to buy a cybertruck, i fear

[webbytbh]

Oh my gosh I got the art of ducktales during December and I really love the fact that Webby kept her doll but doesn't want to admit it, it's so cute!

I had this thought that when Lena was sad maybe she brought out her doll to comfort and make Lena smile.

[queer-ragnelle]

Lady of The Lake || King Arthur: Legend of The Sword 2017

[gyroinabirdcage]

here’s some mad ducktor doodles i forgot to post

plus gyro :^

[skylertheghost]

When your in that weird age group where your too young to remember more classic internet era memes and old YouTubers like Smosh or whatever, but your also old enough were you weren’t an iPad baby obsessed with skibidi toilet and rainbow friends

Anyway I grew up (sorta? Is grew up the right term?) with Dantdm, game theory, fnaf, undertale, BATIM, little nightmares, cuphead, baldi’s basic, slenderman Roblox games like survive the natural disasters, royale high, bake a cake, epic mini games, minecraft, animal jam, subway surfers, diary of a wimpy kid, Tom gates, 13th story tree house, captain underpants, that dog comic that was made by the same guy as captain underpants, Gacha life, animation memes, vine, ASDFmovie, nyancat, epic face, tattletail, Annoying orange, ALL of the story time animators and a lot more I’m forgetting. Anyway I’m glad I wasn’t a iPad baby lmfao.

[tazmiilly]

i think that nightmare I had a couple days ago really fucked with my sense of time for a few days

[woohoorin]

saw these two mfs in an animatic n i'm hooked

[suitstars]

⤷ suna rintarou x gn!reader; i don't even know what to call this dynamic tbh (w.c 632)

— 15:47

"is it true?" he asks. before he opened his mouth the only thing you could hear was your synchronized breaths and the rhythmic tick of the wall clock.

"is what true?" you look up at him, meeting his eyes. the look you share is nonetheless intense, a language only you two could understand.

the sun hits your skin just right.

he thinks.

"you're staying in tokyo?"

you let out a puff. of course he already knows, "yes. does it bother you?"

you're both sitting on the same twin bed. even though the years have passed, not much has changed. the house you're staying at is pretty much empty, no decoration, but still a perfect reflection of yourself— shoes scattered next to the door, a scarf hanging from the chair in front of your desk, an open notebook with notes full of doodles thrown everywhere. he still leans against the wall of the room while he's sat on the bed, with you in front of him.

too close.

"it does, actually."

you roll your eyes.

"did you really have to come back?" it doesn't come out as harsh as it may sound. you understand what he means, he's being sarcastic. you hit his arm weakly, giggling.

you rest your head on his arm for a couple of seconds before looking up at him.

"i missed my friends, suna."

you both share another glance, in silence. for a moment you think he's going to ask you if you missed him too. there's no need for such a thing. too cliché, and the answer is obvious anyway.

years have passed. pretty much nothing has changed.

he can feel your faint breathing hitting his arm. he takes his time analyzing your eyes. and then your entire face; how the golden light hits not just the room just perfectly, but you, too. again.

"you're still too pretty."

there 'sa beat.

your eyes meet his lips.

and when you look at his eyes again, he's thinking of the same thing.

it'd be easy.

another beat.

"—aand, you still have a girlfriend." you pull away.

years have passed. one thing has changed.

"i'm not a homewrecker, rin."

he stares at you, raising one brow slightly.

"theoretically. and, you're not a cheater." you tell him.

"or are you?"

"of course not!"

"then there's that."

silence reigns again. so much that it would be uncomfortable if it were with anyone else, but you both enjoyed it.

"she's not you, though."

"that 's mean."

you've met the girl. a sweetheart, who truly did not deserve to get involved into this mess. although it's more sophisticated than it once was, everyone around you could see that you and suna were still trapped inside of your own little world you both had created; and the girl certainly wasn't blind. you were honestly surprised when you were met with nothing but kindness when you first greeted each other. you wish she wasn't so nice, it would have made you feel better.

there is still much in common that remains between him and you. a trusted familiarity that makes it easy to forget all the years of long distance and different people. if you let yourself flow within, it becomes easy to be convinced that there is no other person quite like suna to you.

he sighs. you stare at each other.

"you were not supposed to come back." he says, leaning closer so he could rest his head on your shoulder.

"i know." you whisper.

"it'd be easier."

"i know." you sigh, bobbing your head to the side, breathing in his recently cleaned hair, still smelling of his cedar shampoo, "i'm sorry."

he level a stare at you, eyes full of something. it'd be easy.

you breathe.

"i think you should leave, rin.”

[shewhowantsmouseears]

And just like that, a montage of 80s love songs reels through Drake's head.

Based off a RP session with my good pal Gore, and once again using @queenie-draws-stuff fantastic 17Morgana design.

He thought he was there to save some poor innocent mortal from being sacrificed, but in true Darkwing fashion, he was the one who needed saving...

[just-a-frog-on-a-blog]

Can we all agree that the Duck/McDuck family are all girlboss in a girl failure type way

[everythingwasnormalhere]

tell me one of these + a character and i'll draw them :D

taking all sp characters + all the kids in IT 2017 + all rtc characters besides karnak + any of my ocs + anyone from my aus :D