#EEEEEEE SO EXCITED

[actualjenna]

some pages from my comic HELLO, SOUPHEAD. which will be sold at the Massachusetts Independent Comic Expo this weekend!! if you have the chance to go, perhaps pick up a copy! if not, i might release it online sometime soon 👁

[gallaghersgal]

tell me about baseball because I know nothing but would like to learn!

FEVER PITCH pro baseball!lip headcanons

TAGS & WARNINGS: mature, 18+. sexual content but non explicit, drinking mention, emotional angst, pregnancy. but also fluff!! silly shenanigans, second chance romance, lip is stupid in love.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is my brain child omfg. tysm for sending this ask, honestly. i yapped!!! there was also more to this but i've been adding to it for days and its getting long for hcs so. lmk if anyone wants part 2 teehee

WC: 1.4k

when he was younger lip always played shortstop, his arm was powerful but not quite precise enough to pitch, but he never minded. pitchers have to remember too much, shortstop just falls into the rhythm; watching the pitch, listening to the crack of the bat, and tracking the ball as it rocketed through the field. the two of you met in college, lip played two seasons at university of chicago before transferring to a better athletic program. there was a mutual breakup before parting ways, but whenever he's in town you can't fight the urge to see each other.

he's picked up on the MLB draft straight out of college, after captaining the national championship team, and sent to an affilliate somewhere warm in the south, georgia or maybe louisiana. he calls you often to boast the climate, while you complain about the stress of your masters degree. over time the calls come less frequently, but each conversation feels like no time has passed at all.

it takes three years for lip to work his way up to the big leagues, where he joins the chicago cubs for his rookie season. now, lip plays centerfield. he's a quick runner, and his powerful arm sends balls to their respective bases at record speed. he's efficient, most teams don't stand a chance.

he doesn't know how to tell you he's coming home again, back to chicago. and back to you. you find out from your best friend, who overheard fiona talking about it at patsy's. you two along with fi & veronica find the money for tickets at centerfield, right where lip will be.

fiona whistles through her fingers the second she reaches her seat and waves down her brother, whose cheeks immediately turn bright pink. if a teammate pointed it out he'd surely brush it off as the chilled march wind, but you know him better than that. he greets the four of you nervously, opening up as he gets sight of the smiles you wear. no one cares he didn't tell, your joy at his homecoming tops any negative in your minds.

after the third inning a guest services rep brings the four of you a handful of meal and beverage vouchers, a gift from lip. later you'll learn he'd tried to have your seats upgraded but was denied, too low on the totem pole for that sort of request. so you pile your arms with hot dogs, pretzels, cheese fries, diet coke and fancy ipa brews.

the game flies by, you and fiona sit side by side and shout teases down to lip, watching his face light up. this is the first time you really see his talent, how he's developed as an athlete. he finally has somewhere to put all of that pent up energy he keeps inside, using it to jump up in the ivy wall for a catch, to react as quick as the ball and sprint in the same direction. when he catches the game-winning out, a fly ball straight to centerfield, he tosses it up into the stands. it sails directly to you, tipsy giggles spilling from your lips as you scrawl your phone number onto the white canvas before throwing it back down.

lip wants to fog up the windows of your honda right there in the parking lot but you have the presence of mind to drag him towards his own parked car while he trails sloppy kisses down your neck. the sex is amazing, it always is, but there’s something different in the way he holds you this time. you pretend not to notice it, until you have a reason to bring it up.

three weeks later, two pregnancy tests sit on the gallaghers bathroom counter. you'd only brought one along, but fiona dug another out of her bedside table drawer when you became anxious at the two pink lines. when the second test reads positive, v offers to call lip for you and you let her.

it's hours before he can get to you, even without a game there's still training, a players meeting, and dinner afterward with franchise sponsors. he's busy, you get it. fi gives you the spare key to his apartment—a studio unit in a high rise downtown, somewhere you couldn't imagine a gallagher living—and lip pays for a cab to take you there.

once you lay eyes on the space it becomes a little more believable that lip gallagher lives there. a box spring and mattress are stacked together in one corner, topped with the classic navy blue sheets and two pillows. he has a small couch (loveseat, more like) that you decide to wait on, favoring it over the bed. his tv sits on the floor against the wall, with the remote balanced precariously on top. flipping through channels is a nice, mind numbing activity to soothe you, and you fall asleep after landing on old sitcom reruns.

the sun has long set when lip comes in the door, eyeing your sleeping frame. he decides to let you sleep while he washes the grime of the day from his body. he kneels by you when he's clean and fresh, clothed in nothing but blue gingham boxers. "'ey kid, wake up," he mumbles, smoothing your hair away from your brow. when he sees you blink up at him he continues softly, "y'can live here with me, until the baby is born, m'kay? an' we can decide what we want to do." "about?" "about us."

you smile up at him, he offers you the bed and insists on taking the couch, not allowing himself too much of a good thing. he's already over the moon you want to keep the baby, his baby. he doesn't want to scare you away. he only makes it a week cramped up on that tiny couch. later in your relationship you have something funny to look back on, old photos of lip with his knees tucked up and one arm hanging awkwardly off the cushions.

when he can't stand the couch anymore he orders you a pregnancy pillow, and you order a bedframe, all on his card of course. you don't even need the pillow yet, most nights of your first trimester you're up and down, in and out of the bathroom. each time you come back to bed lip is on his stomach, arms curled around that damn pillow as he rests on it. he says it helps his sore muscles. whatever the reason is you don't really care, the toned expanse of his back makes a good pillow anyway.

you get into a habit of ordering furniture, decorations, and other home goods while lip is away. he doesn't mind, always makes sure you use his card, he wouldn't know what to do with all that money anyway. little by little the studio apartment starts to feel like home, and lip starts to feel more like a serious boyfriend than a hookup turned baby daddy, for lack of better wording.

before you know it the season is over, lip receives a large bonus after the cubs make the playoffs, and the two of you are kissing over a bottle of sparkling cider as you christen your new two-bedroom townhouse, complete with a downstairs office space and large backyard. october turns the leaves beautiful hues, and the calmness of this new neighborhood soothes your mind, your due date in december rapidly approaching.

between the new place, increased proximity during the off-season, and your pregnancy hormones, you find yourself bickering more and more with lip. it comes to a head one night when he shouts at you, and you feel the baby kick in response before you break down completely. the fight was about something small, insignificant. it had started with you talking about baby names. lip isn't sure how he let it spiral this way.

dutifully, with regret painted on his features, he kneels down beside your crumpled form on the bed. he takes your hand, muttering an apology and promising to make things work. then he says softly, "i like lucy. as a name for the baby?" you just stare at him, and he continues, "could be short for lucille. an' you liked olivia for a middle name, yeah?"

"lucille olivia gallagher. it's so pretty, lip, i love it." you smile in awe, reaching out to cup his cheek. "i love you," you say, and now it's lip's turn to stare. but a moment passes and he smiles, gathering your frame into his arms to pull you into his lap. "love you too, pretty girl."

by new years day you have a healthy baby girl in your arms, and a pretty diamond ring on your left hand.

© gallaghersgal, 2024. dividers © cafekitsune (x)

[almostthursdayy]

cringe death note oc posting what’s new

BIG PIECE of mello & my dn oc, M, more info about her right here 😈😈⤵️⤵️

i love her sm and i WILL talk extensively about her the second i’m given the chance. she’s literally the reason i got into death note so everyone say thank you M!

[beetlemp3]

Tomarang WIP

[spittyfishy]

Guys guys guys guys guys!!!!! I finally caught a shiny Minior!!!! 🌟

[that-wizard-oki]

KingsIsle Store Launch!!!!!!

Hello my friends!!! We have finally & officially launched our online merch store with a TON of NEW Wizard101 & Pirate101 apparel and accessories :D

A few of us at the office were able to purchase some items early access, and I can confirm they're great quality!! I know marketing worked very hard on this, and I'm just super excited for it's launch!

Here's the link to the shop!!

[fattylime]

for @/nishkabub 🌱

[7sharkie7]

Thinking about Ford made me mad

[hijackedhoneybeeez]

“I was dreaming about my wife, huh?” Chilchuck asks.

“What?!”

“Well, ex-wife,” Chilchuck amends.

“No,” Laios croaks, sounding mortified. “Your… you dreamt about your daughters, actually.”

Oh. “Oh…”

“They were very pretty,” Laios is quick to say. “Well, at least I think they would've been, if they weren't covered in blood.”

"What?!”

[kyurochurro]

Frankie Stein!! ⚡ Part 1 of 3 for my 2023 Howl-o'ween Monster High Series!! 🎃 >:)

(Draculaura and Clawdeen are next!! Stay tuned for them, I'll link them on this post later on when they're done!)

[koshercosplay]

got this amazing find at a secondhand jewish bookstore yesterday for only $2!!

[mymarifae]

GOD SHE'S SO FUCKING COOL

[dvilkings]

can we stop forcing azriel and elain to be mates? can we stop forcing the narrative of elain and lucien as anything more than two acquaintances that don’t want to be tied together by fate? can we instead acknowledge that not all mates have to end up together, and instead can live their lives separately with other people? and promote creating bonds between people out of sheer want and will of each person?

even if the cauldron was “wrong” about elain and lucien being mates, i don’t necessarily want her to be mates (as per the cauldron/whatever external being is out there) with azriel. because that can start the narrative of “elain didn’t choose azriel, an otherworldly being did” and that isn’t fair to either elain or azriel.

they obviously have a bond, a very strong and potent bond that many people around them can see and feel. and while that can be because of anything, it is so much better for each of them and their characters to actually get to make the choice and choose each other. imagine how that would look:

- you’re mated to someone you can’t imagine being with and don’t want to be with and you won’t be forced to be with them because of divine intervention. and instead you choose another and take that power back for yourself.

- you take an interest in someone but they are mated to be with another, and after a long life of never being chosen by anyone, all you want is to be the first pick. and then you are, by the one person you want, who has chosen you over the one the universe wants them to be with.

i can understand not wanting azriel and elain to be together cause that’s “cliche” but do not say you don’t want them to be together because “lucien is elain’s mate and that is who she is supposed to be with” when we clearly have seen and been told otherwise. so you’re saying you want elain to be forced to be with someone over someone she chooses herself.

mates are overrated. simply put. they are, and that is okay! but let’s try and stop pushing a mates agenda on everyone when it isn’t necessary for two people to choose to love each other until the end of time. okay? okay!

[angelmush]

present from my gf arrived 🥰🥰

[littleuda]

I love Wilderlore in a very normal and healthy way

[kittiwittebane]

IDC if this is cringy. I’m an amalgamation of mental crap like autism and adhd. I am the definition of neurodivergencey. I act like a child. Don’t judge me, but:

CHRISTMAS PRESENT AH WHY AM I SO HAPPYYYYYYY <3333

HUNTERS WOLF SHIRT 💛🐺

(Use of word crap for autism and adhd was not meant rudely, it was used as a substitute as I wasn’t sure the correct terminology for it, whether it was a disease, illness or disorder)