#I HOPE YOU'RE PROUD OF YOURSELF

[drawlypsy]

Lingerie and lunchables - could anything be better? Happy Birthday to @chickenparm

Here is some chilumi for you to enjoy, per your twisted fantasies. You monster. Hope this year is better than the last!

[myreygn]

*runs in carrying a bouquet of your favorite flowers, your favorite snacks and a rugby style tackle hug that sends everything I’m carrying flying in all directions but somehow lands perfectly upright*

First of all: Hello friend! I’m here to share my love with you cause you deserve it and should be blessed with good fortune and happiness!

Now onto my thought:

Eizen never intended to grow his hair out- it was just one of those things that happened cause he lost track of it. One day Jikka points out the new growth (and may or may not poke along the damning spot between his shoulder blades cause Eizen is cute when he squirms and swears); Eizen mentions cutting it but then Jikka’s twirling some of it in his fingers like

“No, keep it. I’ve always liked long red hair.”

The last thing Eizen remembers before getting his 50% off life deal was that. Some say Jikka can never truly admire red hair after him.

*is tackled right into the mattress* jesus- oh hey flowers!! 🥰🥰 ily sugar and i'm blessing you back with even more fortune and happiness ♡♡

and the hair RAAHHHH STOP 😭😭😭

eizen always complained about his hair getting in the way as soon as it got a little longer and suddenly he stops and he tells shion who asks him about it that he got used to it and it just stopped bothering him (shion's just like ah... sure...)

and jikka starts messing with that hilarious spot on eizen's back even more because it gives him an excuse to touch his hair and during long, boring lectures jikka will twirl one of eizen's strands around his finger and eizen is bright red and trying (and failing) to act annoyed the entire time xD

and eizen remembering that in his last moment SQUIGGILY STOPPIT OMG I'M GONNA SOB 😭😭😭 jkka's reactions to red hair range from being indifferent towards it to bawling his eyes out to a stranger, depending on how drunk he is

[prettytm]

why wasn't it enough, bill? why weren't we enough?

From staring down the barrel of his own gun he shifts his narrowed gaze on Frank Castle and this new world he has forcing himself to live within shattered to pieces around him. The Punisher sounds defeated, his voice rough and pained, not only from the toll their fight had taken on them both but from those hidden depths he so cleverly hid.

It's maddening to hear those words. To the point he only realizes the roaring that suddenly dies down had been a sound ripped from his own throat.

He didn't know how Frank could so calmly ask him something so..

Why weren't they enough? Why weren't his best friend, his lover and his family enough? No, that isn't right, that isn't what he really wants to know. He wants to know how Billy had turned a blind eye and let it all happen. He wants to know how he could have loved someone who he saw as heartless and cruel; Evil.

Funny.

Real. Funny.

None of this would have happened if Frank had taken that out Billy offered. None of this would have come to pass if Frank Castle had put some goddamned faith in what they meant to each other. Two kids Billy had loved wouldn't have been dead if Frank hadn't lost touch with what really mattered.

But Castle didn't want to hear that. He probably didn't even think about that.

Like he hadn't thought about the heart he was breaking with a shotgun wedding and a baby months later. Like he hadn't thought about how the man in love with him would slowly break and crumb when he became Uncle Billy, when the woman who stole him started teasing and acting like she knew him..

"Why weren't you enough?!?!" He screams, lightning racing down his spine as he walks forward and presses that barrel to the center of his own forehead. There's tears shining unshed in black, wild eyes and rage balling his hands into fists. "Why wasn't I?" Harder into hot metal he presses, the pain just a reminded of everything else that had come before. He could hear the sirens screaming blocks away. It was only a matter of time now. And who knew what the feds would find when the finally showed up on the scene. Two rotting corpses still drawing breath.

"You were the only family I ever knew. The only family I ever loved. And just like that junkie whore of a mother.. How easy you replaced me. So go ahead, Frankie Boy. Pull the fuckin' trigger.. You already killed me years ago."

[depression-more-like-depression]

I CAN'T VOTE YET AND I HATE ALL OF YOU PEOPLE WHO DECIDED NOT TO VOTE OR TO VOTE FOR TRUMP. GENUINELY, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU??? NOW ME AND THOUSANDS OF OTHER PEOPLE WHO COULDN'T VOTE ARE GONNA HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOUR HORRIBLE DECISION FOR THE NEXT FOUR YEARS AND POSSIBLY MORE. WHO KNOWS IF I'LL EVEN BE ALIVE IN FOUR YEARS??? I LITERALLY LIVE IN THE SOUTH WHICH IS ALREADY SUCKY, NOW I HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT MY RIGHTS BEING TAKEN AWAY FROM ME BEFORE I EVEN TURN EIGHTEEN! I AM SO ANGRY AND TERRIFIED FOR NOT ONLY MY FUTURE, BUT FOR THE FUTURE OF MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY. HELL, I'M WORRIED FOR PEOPLE I HAVEN'T EVEN MET FUTURES. HOW FUCKED UP OF A PRESIDENT DO YOU HAVE TO BE TO MAKE PEOPLE WORRY IF THEY'LL EVEN SURVIVE FOR THE NEXT ELECTION??

[sparkedblaze]

humbly begging you to write The Incident where jack touches (maybe outright takes) morris’ blankie

jack doesn’t know how or why it’s so important, but morris is always clinging to it. it’s not even a particularly nice blanket. he wants to know why it’s so special. he wants to know if maybe it’ll make him feel better too if he hides away and hugs it like morris does. in general, it’s just way too tempting to resist when he sees it on the edge of morris’ bed.

*is literally putting off eating to finally be able to write this*

T/w: violence.

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Jack didn't mean to outright take the blanket. He'd only meant to look at it, honest.

But, he'd seen how it comforted Morris, and he wanted to know if it worked for everyone. He wanted to know if the blanket had magic or something. It didn't look like anything special. Nothing like the blanket Miss Medda had given him.

So what was his deal?

One night, while the Delanceys were having supper (Miss Medda had started making them all eat separate so the brothers wouldn't fight with Jack), he snuck into their room.

His fingers slid against the worn material. He knew Morris had had it for a long time. He knew that it meant a lot to him. That it was the only thing that could usually calm him.

And still, he pulled it off the bed, wrapping it around himself, pulling it tight as he closed his eyes.

That's when the door opened.

His eyes flew open, and there was Morris, eyes wide with panic as Oscar stood behind him.

Jack didn't even have time to explain when the first blow struck him, Morris lashing out in a flurry of fists and elbows.

He didn't know how else to react. He didn't know what to do. No one else had ever touched his blankie. No one else was allowed to, with only the exception of Oscar.

Jack ended up curled on the floor, curled in the fetal position with his arms holding his head.

It didn't matter. The damage had been done. His face was bloodied and bruised, and he was crying when Morris was finished.

He looked up, tears streaming freely down his face.

Oscar dragged him up by the scruff of his neck, shoving him toward the door. "If you gon' tell again, don't even think o' mentionin' Mo. Tell her I done it, you understand?"

Jack nodded, running for the door, slamming it behind him as he hiccupped out his sobs.

Medda, hearing the boom of the door, had gone running for the boys' rooms.

"Jack?" she asked, looking around for him, finding him pressed against the brothers' door, beaten and bloodied and bruised. "Jack!"

She rushed toward him, kneeling a ways away, holding her arms out to him. Jack, of course, immediately ran into her arms, sobbing against her.

"I ain't meant to- I ain't wanted to make 'em mad-" he could hardly speak through his wheezing sobs.

Medda shushed him, rubbing his back gently. "Sh sh sh... It's okay, Jack..."

"Morris-he..." Jack sobbed again, holding tighter to Medda, bracing himself to lie to her as he remembered Oscar's threat. "He tried to stop 'im..."

"I know, dear..." she murmured, starting to pat his back, trying to shake the sobs free, trying to get him calm. "Let's go get you cleaned up... We'll find you something cold to soothe the pain, alright?"

At his nod, she led him to the bathroom in the hall, helping him to sit up on the counter, pulling the first aid kit out from under it.

~

Oscar had wrapped himself almost entirely around Morris, the blanket held tightly between them, and the younger of the two was crying against his older brother's chest.

"Mo, you're alright. You okay... You gonna be okay..." He murmured against Morris's temple.

He started humming softly, rocking them as he held Morris tighter. He would deal with the little bastard later, but for now he had to focus on making sure Mo was okay.

From that day on, Morris took that blanket everywhere. He kept it in his sight, in his hands, at all times.

[tiffanylamps]

i am feeling so unstable. i finished writing it. The Fic Is Done and it’s not exactly what i planned on but you know what it’s not actually too bad after all

Congrats, Lighte!!!!!!!! That's awesome news. I can't wait to read it! 🥳🥳🥳

[tapakah0]

[wingleader]

This is, hands-down, one of my most favorite sentences in any book I have ever read. Ever. I don't think I can directly quote any others. It is so ABSURD. I vividly remember bursting into laughter during my first read-through of this in high school and then having to reread the entire paragraph about half a dozen times to let it really sink in that, yes. Herbert went there.

this is the single worst way i've ever read to describe an erection, frank herbert

[dragon-spaghetti]

Random ask time:

What are you personal headcanon on the nicknames that Angel and Husk would give one another?

I basically saw your recent art where Angel calls him “baby” and I gotta know the pet names fr

BABY IS A MUTUAL ONE they call each other it so many times in the literal song Loser, Baby that I fully believe it's the default pet name

But for individual ones; Angel calling Husk cat-related ones is always fun (though he refrains from doing so after any Alastor run-ins for obvious reason) and I like to think he calls him some stuff in Italian, not sure what though

I've seen a lotta people have Husk call Angel 'legs' and that's just a v funny one to me 😭 omg I think I saw one fic have him say 'little spider' in Russian and that lives in my mind rent free too, also uses Italian pet names because it makes Angel flustered ✨

And I like to think that they eventually tell each other their human names, said only when no one is around to hear 💖

[eggsbenedictinurmom]

🥚

Congrats. Your glorious ask consisting of a single egg emoji had caused my brain to conjure up Virgin Nary fanart at 10 fucking 30 in the middle of the night

This was literally my references side of the canvas I'm hatching open nansghshhsislakgahajaj

[hockeyboistrash]

I better not hear any Arty slander because my guy did well this whole series 😤

[chaoticfandomthot]

@penandinkprincess because of you i don't see seals anymore i just see selkie!jaskier

i fuckin love seals man they're just like

yeah.

[whos-bo]

in case no one has reminded you today: you're loved, you'll get where you need to be and you're not alone. your struggles are seen and your sacrifices aren't in vain. burnout won't drag you down eventually. eat your comfort food, drink your favourite juice, watch your favourite movie. you deserve it! I'm proud of you and I love you. I hope you grow to realise this eventually. you're doing great! :-] <3

[ask-olivine]

i farted

Oh, dear. Well, that's not...a sin, but...I do ask that you remove yourself from the confessional while I fetch some air freshener.

[novelconcepts]

the other side of someday [complete]

When the Yellowjackets’ plane crashes in the Wilderness, they aren’t the first. Another team has already been here. Other girls have already died here.

As Taissa discovers when she awakens with a long-dead goalie sharing her body, dead doesn’t mean gone.

chapter 1/4 - head

chapter 2/4 - hands

chapter 3/4 - hips

chapter 4/4 - heart

M; 49k words

A blink of the eye, and graduation is here again. She’s packing up her dorm for the last time, smiling gently—if a bit awkwardly—at half-remembered girls who try to catch her eye down at the local watering hole. Her parents are embracing her, excited beyond words for the progress their daughter has achieved in only a few years. “Just think,” says Van lightly, “four years ago, your plane fell out of the sky. And now you’re Columbia-bound. You should take your story on the road, use it to spread hope across the nation.” Taissa very subtly flips her off in the reflection of her drink. Van beams. “Seriously, dude. Proud of you.”