#Best writing on earth

[foolsocracy]

cheeeese

[fixing-bad-posts]

ily you 28 year old adult freak

[fantastic-nonsense]

I know in my heart that Chip Zdarsky could save Tim Drake if he was handed a solo maxi but he's too busy fucking over Bruce and the rest of the Batfam to do it 😭

[purpleshadow-star]

Imagine if Nico could learn to control when he turns into shadows.

Like, in The Blood of Olympus Nico would start fading after shadow traveling too much, and sometimes Reyna and Coach Hedge wouldn't be able to touch him, and one time he even accidentally walked through a tree. Imagine if he learned to control that intangibility.

Imagine if he could just turn parts of his body into shadows. Imagine if, in a fight, someone swings at him, and he knows he can't dodge in time, so he turns into shadows for a second so the weapon goes right through him, and while his enemy is confused he uses the distraction to land the final blow.

Imagine if he could just walk/reach through walls and doors and stuff.

I just think that, for someone with the title of ghost king (and as a child of the Underworld), he deserves more ghost-like powers.

[doodle-pops]

Modern AU: Brother’s Best Friend | They Get Jealous When You Bring A Boy Over

Headcanon: Maedhros, Celegorm, Fingon, Angrod, Egalmoth & Beleg

Request: How about this, remember your brother's bestfriend au with Beleg, Maehdros, Fingon, etc? How about the sister brings over a guy because she thought that the elves didnt have a genuine interest in her? And they get jealous. With all the same elves - Anon

A/N: It was a pleasure writing these headcanons for you, anon :) My stomach was performing cartwheels writing them jealous.

Warnings: female reader, heavily suggestive content, making out

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Maedhros

Just your typical Friday night when he pays your brother a visit and the first sight he stumbles upon is you and some…GUY being all close and flirty with one another as if nothing ever happened between you two.

Being the eldest of seven siblings, his temper and jealousy control knows no bounds because has been through it all. So when he notices the interaction, he quietly shuffles aside to meet with your brother in his room and BOILS.

Y’all really thought Mae wouldn’t become jealous, especially after all those nights of spending hours in your room while your brother peacefully sleeps like a log? He wants to launch that guy out of the house like a javelin for simply breathing in your direction.

The entire time he’s in your brother’s room, he’s creating all the excuses to step out just to return downstairs so he can stalk the interactions until he can no longer take it and corners you the moment you step aside.

“I like your friend.” His deep voice startled you as he stepped into the kitchen after your friend ran off to the washroom. Mae’s eyes never left your figure standing behind the counter and shyly looking away as though you were caught committing a crime. You were in his eyes.

“Mae,” you softly replied with a scoff and a shake of your head. “It’s not what you think.”

“Then tell me what it is,” he growled.

Your eyes snapped upwards and met the darkened look in his eyes as he fought against the restraints he created whenever he was around you in the open. His silvery orbs were shifting into darker hues of grey, swirling around as his look morphed into jealousy with a touch of hunger. His footsteps were light and calculated as he slid into the kitchen and came to stand behind you, pushing a lock of hair away from your ear.

His towering presence and body heat radiating off him made your stomach flop and butterflies erupted. Just the mere act of him pushing your hair away from your ear left you anticipating. And you were lucky. His hot breath ghosted the shell of your ear as he craned his neck to match your height while he placed his right hand on the countertop to sandwich you.

“I’ll tell you what is. You want me to bend you over this counter like I always do and make him watch and listen as you moan my name,” he breathed while his lips brushed against the tips. “How can a guy not want you? Look at you, even I want you and I don’t appreciate competing for what’s already mine. So tell him goodbye because you already have a friend: a boyfriend.”

“Since when?”

“Since now.”

Feeling like all the air had been forced out your lungs from how hard you were breathing, your fingers curled into the countertop as the images began flashing across your mind like flashbacks. Gulping and managing to reply, you looked at him from over your shoulder. “If you’re jealous, you should just say so.”

“I’m not jealous, princess. I’m just claiming what belongs to me.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Celegorm

All hell is going to break loose the moment he and your brother walk through the door and witness the sight of you and some random…GUY is all cute and playful. Standing close to each, bumping shoulders and laughing at his jokes.

It’s worse when your brother doesn’t even know who this GUY is, so this gives him the cue to step up and become the big bad wolf to cryptically remind you that he doesn’t tolerate it and you’re in trouble.

The first thing Celegorm could do is make himself known by standing as menacingly as possible in the area and STARE until you both become uncomfortable. Either you speak out on his actions or the boy, and if he does, Tyelko loves the direction the confrontation is heading.

You should count your blessings that your brother is present because he wants to know just as much as Celegorm does, and he’s also preventing Celegorm from flipping your house inside out.

His gaze was locked on you the entire time, wanting you to catch the hints that you weren’t going to be let off the hook for this stunt. “So who’s your lil friend over here?”

Rolling your eyes exasperatedly at the silver-haired oaf, you turned your head to cast an apologetic glance at your friend before introducing him. “This here is Nestaron, and he’s in the same year as me in uni. We have most of our classes together.”

Without missing a beat, Tyelko’s brows furrowed as he threw a questionable look at your friend before returning his focus to you. “Together? What do you mean by that kitten?”

With the simple use of your pet name, the poor boy inwardly cringed and felt like he was overstepping boundaries he didn’t know were up. His eyes were everywhere but you and Tyelko as he fiddled with his thumbs on the stool while you and your brother’s bestie were having a murderous stare-down. You couldn’t understand why he was being so negative about your friend when he didn’t even know the boy.

“Um…” Your head swivelled at the sound of your friend’s voice and watched as he hopped off his stool and grabbed his bag pack. “I’m gonna head out now. Sorry if I ruined anything between you two, I didn’t know you were together.”

“We’re not together.”

“Yes, we are!”

Nestaron’s eyes darted between you and Tyelko, while Tyelko and your gaze were locked on one another. His face wore a triumphant smirk while yours held disbelief at his jealous behaviour. In the middle of your stare-down, Nestaron ushered himself out of the kitchen without saying another word and departed from the house.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?! I come over and some random guy is being all flirty with you. Don’t even tell me that he wasn’t flirting because I know what flirting looks like. I do it with you all the time!” he whisper-yelled, finally entering the kitchen to corner you between him and the fridge. His forest eyes held anger and sadness in them the longer he held your gaze.

Fighting the urge to bite your tongue, you narrowed your eyes at him and craned your neck upwards to challenge him. “Why do you care so much?!”

“Because I don’t sleep around. If I do, it’s only one person, you. There’s meaning in that, but you haven’t recognised it yet,” he uttered softly whilst lifting a finger to caress your cheek. It wasn’t long before his gaze darkened as his words lingered in the air and his gaze fell to your lips. “So if I were you, I’d continue making your little meal while thinking about it because you’re gonna have to apologise to me later…night.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Fingon

No, jealousy is not his favourite colour because green doesn’t go well with his appearance. He refuses to reach that level where his temper tips into becoming the green monster, so all he does is painfully observe with a fake smile and silently SIMMERS.

What he doesn’t know is that he is genuinely jealous the longer he stares at you and your new buddy outside, laughing and chatting away too close for his personal taste—he does notice the way your new buddy stares at you when you weren’t looking, and he isn’t happy about it.

His face contorts and his breathing quickens, and his focus isn’t even on your brother explaining some new game he’s been wanting. The entire time he’s calculating what and how to approach you without hinting that he wasn’t pleased with the interaction.

He didn’t want to appear like some jealous-possessive type of lover—he wasn’t sure if you considered him that—but Fingon knew that something had to be done to reaffirm his security when it came to your relationship.

Pleased to have found a moment to steal away from your brother, he manages to accidentally bump into you the moment you re-entered the house from the backdoor, leaving your buddy in the backyard. Noticing Fingon muttering to himself, you paused from entering the guest toilet and walked over to inquire.

“Hey,” you sang and tapped his shoulder. “You okay? Noticed you’re looking sad?”

Feeling your hand on his shoulder, he melted under your touch and swivelled around to face you with a nonchalant expression while he was dying on the inside. Eyes shortly roaming your figure, he took an up-close image of your attire and ground his teeth. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

His left eye twitched.

Stifling a burst of laughter behind your hand, you tilted your head and teased—wasn’t a smart move on your end. “You haven’t spoken a word to me since you came over and I missed you. This isn’t because I brought my friend over?”

Fingon stifled his laughter—attempted to which came out like a scoff followed by a dark chuckle. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue before slowly biting his lower lip. “Now where’s the humour in that? What’s so funny about missing me when you invited your little friend out there to keep you company? You shouldn’t keep him waiting too long; he’s probably getting lonely.”

His inability to hide his jealousy while denying it was adorable the longer he pouted and hunched over the counter contemplating. It urged you to step closer and wrap your arms around his waist, moulding your body against his. “You’re jelly Finno. I told you, he’s just a friend. Only a friend.”

But Fingon knew otherwise, for in your friend’s mind, he considered you more than what you did. And much to his annoyance, Fingon was beginning to lose his patience from the way you were pressing against him, driving him insane with your sweet fragrance. Breaking the restraints, his hands found themselves cupping your neck and tilting your head upwards to meet his lips brushing against yours. He smirked at your sharp intake of breath.

“Jealous,” he purred. “If he’s just your friend, then you wouldn’t mind if I staked my claim right here and now?”

“We can’t do that right now Fingon.” You were trembling in his hold the more his lips brushed against yours.

“Oh no sweetheart, that’s for tonight when I have all the time in the world. For now, a little kiss,” he breathed raspy as his lips trailed past your lips, along your jaw and to the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Right here, where you can show it off for me, hm.”

Indeed his definition of a little kiss was a few scattered hickeys on either side of your neck for your friend to receive the message.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Angrod

He wants nothing more than to toss your friend out the front door by his collar like a javelin without hesitation. His anger is seething the longer he stands beside your brother being introduced like he’s a side character all of a sudden.

It’s worse when your brother shows clear signs of knowing about your friendship with your guy friend for some time. Angrod’s eyes are twitching, and he’s irritated that you would even consider another boy to be your friend when he existed.

Were his frequent visitations not enough to get it into your head that you were together? The entire time he’s in the house, his eyes are locked on your little friend, gaging his every move to ensure they don’t cross a line.

And the only line your friend managed to cross was the way his eyes would lock onto your figure as you moved around the house. Was the need for looking like some love-sick puppy necessary?

“I don’t like the way you’re looking at her?” Angrod grumbled as he sat on the stool on the other side of the island while his opponent sad on the opposite side returning a challenging smirk. “It’s quite disrespectful since she considers you a friend, don’t you think?”

“Says who, you? Jealous of a little competition? Afraid that I’ll win her heart with my charm and good looks?” your friend sneered and folded his arms to appear larger. He was lucky that you weren’t present in the kitchen as he and Angrod had their exchange.

“Someone who looks and is built like the Shoebill stork shouldn’t be boasting so loudly. I would humble myself if I were you,” countered Angrod with a triumphant smug while darting his eyes at the staircase to look out for your return. He’d hate to be caught arguing for your attention like some jealous child—he hated engaging in the act currently as they argued.

Feeling insulted, your friend cleared his throat and released a sarcastic laugh. He wanted to return an insult concerning Angrod’s looks, but the blonde was indeed too handsome to bring down. Instead, he changed the topic of insult to another. “Going for my looks is a bit low, don’t you think? At least I’m not the one parading around as Y/N’s fake boyfriend; hate to say it, but that’s all you’ll ever be.”

“Funny that as Y/N’s fake boyfriend, I get to be in her room every night and anytime I visit instead of being limited to the kitchen…” Hitting the roof of his mouth with his tongue, he threw a wink at his stunned opponent whose jaw visibly clenched at hearing the disadvantage he faced. There was no way for him to overcome this defeat; indeed he had lost the game. “As her fake boyfriend, I get to know her inside-out, and more. What do you know?”

“I–…I…”

“Nothing. So consider this a respectful warning. The next time she calls you over, don’t. Your intentions don’t match hers and mine.”

Before your friend could respond, your footsteps echoed in the distance as your feet came thumping down the staircase and bounding into the kitchen. The first person you walked past and greeted was Angrod with a blink and smile before turning to sharply raise your brows at your friend and heading into the fridge, unaware of the tense exchange they both had.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Egalmoth

The fact that you thought for a second that after all the ramping around the sheets you and Egalmoth did and STILL thought it wise to bring a male friend over was you setting yourself up for some punishment.

Egalmoth wasn’t going to let this go…until he assessed the situation and decided the outcome was justifiably enough to his liking. This included the entire build-up process of eyeing your friend down and turning his visit into 21 questions.

If you were going to bring someone over, at least pick someone worth being in your presence to make the repercussions lessen. Instead, you picked someone who couldn’t hold a candle to your flame and then dared to state to Egalmoth’s face that he was interested in you.

Egalmoth was ready to get this over with and done. He wanted this BOY out of your house and never to set foot inside here again while ensuring that this incident never happened again…with anyone else.

“El, what are doing?” you barked out in a muffled voice as his hand clamped over your mouth. His face was inches apart from yours as he managed to fit his body into the cramped spacing of your guest toilet, not too far from the living room. Despite the dim light, you were able to notice the wicked gleam in his eyes as he towered over you.

“Shush, princess. Have no fear; I’m only doing what I’m supposed to: ensuring what belongs to me carries a signature.” He grinned wickedly as his hand slid off your mouth to wrap around the front of your throat and applied a small amount of pressure to the sides to prompt your eyes to roll into your head. A small whimper escaped, causing him to bite his lip. “Do you think your friend would mind I helped his eyes to stop roaming?”

The only response was a soft whine as he applied more pressure while nibbling on your lower lip. It didn’t take him long to turn his nibbles into slow kisses, leaving you breathless. He left no room for your body to pull away as he engaged in the sinful act in the privacy of your guest toilet. All your moans were gobbled up by him—a courtesy he was kind to pay—however he didn’t spare his mouth travelling lower to place hickeys down your neck, biting and sucking your skin as though it were nectar.

“E–…El, we’ll get caught…”

“Even better.”

Much to your fear and his satisfaction, in the middle of his hands travelling further to cup your ass while his mouth was busy on your clavicle, a knock on the door and your name went off. “Y/N, is everything alright? You’ve been in there for a while now.”

Suddenly, you heard Egalmoth’s voice rippling by your ear. “Go on…answer him or I will.”

The fear that resonated from deep within made you blurt out a rapid, shaky reply. “Y-Yeah, I’m f-fine. A little stomach, ah…problems.”

He hesitated to reply on the other end, finding your responses suspicious, however, he nodded his head and returned to the living room to wait for you.

“That wasn’t so hard was it, love? Now let’s see how many marks I can leave on you in five minutes.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Beleg

He’s confused because as much as he’s sleeping around with you; you are welcome to have friends of the opposite sex. However, it’s the proximity of the interactions that’s been bothering him since he was introduced.

Even a glance he made in your direction, there was a little guy friend who was, too close and with his arm wrapped around your waist. Beleg needed to check his eyes and perform a double take for that one. Your friend had Beleg plotting if removing someone’s hand was acceptable in instances like this because he needed it to be.

The rest of the night Beleg had vanished out of sight, cooling himself off with a walk in the dew because, for the first time, he was unsure about his self-control. He really liked you but didn’t want to ruin anything by confronting your friend.

It’s only when he returned during the early hours of the morning, that he realised that his cooling off was pointless since your friend was still present in the house.

“Why are you still here?” Beleg’s voice rang out clearly with a hint of displeasure as he eyed your friend up and down, scrutinising him harshly. “The celebration’s over, you should be at home.”

“Ah, about that. Y/N asked me to spend the night.”

Beleg believed that murder was the appropriate answer to this issue and not removing a limb. His eye twitched at the audacious remark which prompted a series of rises and falls of the corners of his lips. He had enough time to commit the crime and clean up the scene before anyone woke up. That seemed like the most suitable plan.

“Y/N asked you to spend the night? Doesn’t sound like the Y/N I know,” Beleg replied and took a few steps into the living room to remove his jacket. From the new angle, his forest eyes were shining brightly with thirst and eagerness. “Sounds to me like you invited yourself here when you should be at home. Would you like me to take you home?”

“Relax man,” your friend surrendered, laughing with his hands raised. “I don’t mean any harm.”

“Of course you don’t. You’re entirely harmless because your arms around her waist all night weren’t enough for me to know your intentions.” Walking into the kitchen to grab a can of Sprite from the top shelf, he popped the lid off and took a deep swig while boring holes into his challenger’s caught expression. If it was one thing you couldn’t Beleg with, it was knowing when someone was interested in another person: he knew the body language all too well.

Crossing his arms and legs as he leaned against the counter, your friend whispered ‘touché’ before he attempted to stand his ground once more. “If it bothers you this much, then why haven’t you made any move on her yet instead of leaving her available for people like me to have a chance?”

The urge to throw up at the assumption was vividly expressed on Beleg’s visage the longer he stared. With the can of Sprite already discarded in the bin, Beleg grew tired of maintaining the unnecessary weight of the conversation and chose to silently walk out of the kitchen with a small ‘good night’, making a turn for the staircase.

“Where are you going?”

“To sleep, what else.”

“I know, but shouldn’t you be sleeping down here since they don’t have any rooms to offer?”

Beleg chuckled, shaking his head with a victorious triumphant grin. “That only applies to you. I get invited to sleep in Y/N’s room whenever I’m here by Y/N. Good night.”

Masterlist

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[thebumblecee]

So @mooshkat did the coolest thing ever and continues to be the best and sent me our baby for if I’m going down, I’m taking you with me as a HARD COPY and it’s so fucking beautiful 😭😭😭😭 with art by me and the lovely @birdclowns as well in side

I’m so 🥺 rn

[snakpple]

ikkkkkkk michael doesn't fuck with adam

[faelapis]

sorry but there's no real difference between pissing and whining about spiderverse's lack of nominations and pissing and whining about any other marvel movie's lack of nominations.

[hersurvival]

You will awake soon,

The sun did in fact rise again

And there was enough oxygen

Be gentle with yourself today

And if you find that a hard thing to accomplish,

I will gladly do it for you

Do not let confusion over take you,

I know I have had a habit of doing so -

Causing you to spiral

But it is all rather simple

No matter the size nor shape

Of space you currently occupy,

I love you all the same

No matter your violent tendencies

Or the embarrassment that arises

When you struggle to express yourself to me,

I love you

All the same

You may not be perfect but neither am I,

Please let me see the beauty in you

The same as you swear you see it in me, too

[moonshynecybin]

Do you have anymore thoughts or scenarios for the fco au?

i like to imagine them both making a lot of dumb jokes about being competitors for stupid sponcon in the years after coming out. like veryyyyy stupid Valentino You Are Sleeping On the Couch Now old married jokes in commercials where they cannot. fucking act. shilling for yogurt. also joint press obligations marc loves a joint press obligation he needs a buddy and he should give alex a BREAK. alsoooo love the concept of vale chillin on a chaise lounge in bali like an emperor king skinny chest out swim trunks scandalously low on his hips bemusedly watching marc set up a whole tripod to get a slutty pic for the sunscreen company. getting horny about it as marc hikes his bathing suit higher and fusses with the lighting on his abs.

ummmm also i DO keep thinking of all of the sensitive gay boys at the academy actually getting to hang out with marc as teens and how funny it would be for your biggest on track rival to be your idol's boyfriend that helped you realize you were gay when you were 16. #pray4bez. funny ripples outward 2 me. pecco marc clash at portimao but. thats his stepmom. the entire towing saga. like realistically i think they would probably just be a lot more normal about marc (like how enea is about him) but. my comedy situations...

[chodzacaparodia]

Reading and writing are miracles

When someone speaks so beautifully and with such great passion about writing and reading… it's also a miracle.

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Fic idea where Richie fully tries to reconnect with life

First chapter is Richie being invited to go dress shopping with Frank and Tiff as she's their flower girl. He gets along with them and thinks he could be friends

Second chapter is him reaching out to his parents, who he cut off contact with since he left home. He tells them what they missed, how they were partially right by their suspicion of the Berzattos because Richie feels like he keeps getting drawn in only to be pushed out when things get tough, he feels like their caretaker and the one putting them back together. It's rocky but it's a start. His dad apologises for the hard, neglectful way he treated him, and that he missed having him in his life a lot more than he cared about the rules he put in place. He shows them the Bear and his mother apologises then.

Third chapter is Richie applying for jobs. He's realised how this is another sinking ship and he can't go down with another Berzatto. I think it would be interesting if Carmy started to improve, he talks with Sydney and she ends up staying but Richie ends up leaving. He's spent most of his career in the same place and he's grown more than that. I think it would be a nice end to his character arc to have him leave the Bear, and in some ways the Berzatto family or at least him putting boundaries in place, while Sydney gets accepted in and let's herself be accepted.

This could also have him having some interviews that don't go well. Him being rejected, perhaps mirror Tina's episode with him putting so much time in at the Beef that's now the Bear but not being good enough for the same role elsewhere as he's not educated and doesn't have enough experience.

Fifth chapter is him getting a job. I can see him working somewhere not Michelin star as he doesn't care for them, but somewhere that cares about the food and the people. I can also see him working in a hotel, or, controversially (?) leaving the hospitality industry as a whole and taking his passion for people and working somewhere else.

Can anyone else see Richie as a good nurse or is it just me? Him seeing the same faces, having a rapour with them, making them smile and helping them, I can see him flirting with elderly ladies to make them smile (yes I'm thinking of him being a palliative care/geriatric nurse

He hands in his notice at the Bear and when asked why he goes into how it's heartless. He's trying so hard to improve himself but how can he when there's so much tension and he's not respected, he's earning the same wage as he did at the Beef but is working so much harder and longer and is still relying on tips even though people pay $175 a head. He also tells them, trying to be respectful, how they've all collectively failed at making the Beef better by wrapping their dysfunctions in a different jacket, so to speak. Syd wanted things to be better, for people not to feel and act shitty but now it's even worse because there's no fun. They've got more debt and everyone's unhappy and he can't put another Berzatto back together, he can't go down with another sinking ship and he respects himself more than that.

Sixth chapter could be a time skip. Think 2 years later, Richie’s finished his associates degree in nursing and is starting as a nurse for a carer company. He goes out to celebrate, someone books the Bear, he's heard that things are better, not Michelin star but not shitty quality like the Beef, somewhere in the middle.

It's strange for everyone else, seeing Richie as the customer. He kept in touch, but life's busy, he became more like a true cousin, one you see more at family functions than day in day out. He’s on good terms with his parents, good friends with Tiff and Frank, Eva’s growing up, turning 8 now. They stay close to closing, he leaves a big tip but waves through the window before going.

[another-supernova-girl]

Just finished watching Black Hawk Down, for the first and absolute last time (nothing about this movie was made for me, couldn't even really enjoy Mr. Hartnett with him being so Baby™), in order to complete a request. I'm going to try and knock it out today while everything is fresh because I did not enjoy this movie at ALL and I have no desire to watch bits of it over and over for the sake of keeping his character...well, in character, like I usually do in my writing process. BTW, if I've been tagging you, and you aren't interested in this one, I one million percent get it, and I'll see you on the next one...which will probably be something horny, because I really need that after this.

[syn4k]

i like to think that after everything goes down, when the cameras stop rolling, after a particularly intense rp event sometimes cubitos go up to each other and theyre like. hey man just checking. this is still for fun right? we good? and the other guy is like yeah we're good :] and the first guy is like okay awesome ily man

[tricoufamily]

no ok we finished episode 2 what they have done to katara is unforgivable. they have completed zapped every ounce of her personality away. why. why. look how they massacred my girl

[funkinmadnesss]

Finished Mysterio’s alien form ref! :]