#I NEED THEM TORMENTED

[ohhhsosleepy]

AVA 11 SPOILERS

Im so insane. Im so not normal. Vic just wanted safety and he had it. Then Chosen ripped it away from him. Chosen wanted freedom and they had it. Then Vic ripped it away from them.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy one year anniversary to In Stars and Time!

[lucabyte]

Taking pride in One's own appearance.

[journey-to-the-attic]

taskmaster screenshot redraws（while i slowly work on hanfus pt 2） - call that "one taskmaster to rule them all"

[licollisa]

Casper (1995)

[leashybebes]

more of this. it's happening, y'all

On Thursdays, Evan works in a queer friendly bar. That mostly means women who want to drink and dance without being bothered by creeps, sheltered college students testing the waters, and people who wander in and only belatedly clock the rainbow decor. The last couple of weeks there's been a guy in his section he's not sure how to categorize. He's about Evan's height but broader - really buff, and classically handsome in a sharp jaw and killer cheekbones way that Buck's a little envious of, honestly. He could clean up in WeHo, could probably have any woman in the bar come running if he'd look up from his string of nasty craft beers that he occasionally chases with a shot of Jack and actually smile at someone. Evan's willing to bet he has a great smile, but he also has a closed off air like a forcefield around him.

"Hey," Evan says when he collects the empty glass from the guy's latest gross beer. He also hands over a napkin with a phone number courtesy of the cute blonde, or possibly her cute brunette friend at the end of the bar. "Couple ladies over there trying to get your attention."

"Oh." The guy looks at the napkin like it might bite him. "Uh. I'm not - I'm not interested."

Evan shrugs. "Your loss, man."

The guy uses one fingertip to nudge the napkin back towards Evan. Swallows sharply enough that Evan can track the motion of it with his eyes.

"I'm gay."

"Yeah? In that case, the dude three seats down is gonna be delighted."

The guy blinks a couple times, sneaks a glance down the bar like he thinks he's gonna get slapped for it.

"Not tonight," he says.

Evan shrugs. "Get you another gross beer?"

The guy looks at him, and it's not the smile Evan was imagining, but it's at least half a smirk, and it makes a line next to his mouth deepen, almost a dimple. "Should you be calling the drinks you sell gross?"

"Call it as I see it, man. I like Bud Light and cocktails, so."

"Jesus Christ."

"Evan, actually," Evan tells him, with a grin.

"I'm Tommy."

"Hey, Tommy. So. Gross beer or fruity cocktail?"

Tommy looks at him, eyebrows drawing together, shoulders going a little tight. "Is that a dig?"

Evan replays his words. "Oh, shit no! Not at all! Fruity like containing fruit, not fruity like fruity. Who even says that anymore? I wouldn't, I mean - I'm an ally!"

Tommy looks, honestly, a little baffled by Evan's whole existence which is unfortunately not a look he's unfamiliar with.

"I think I'm gonna call it a night," he says, and Evan's heart sinks a little. Tommy looks like a guy who desperately needs to cut loose.

"Nah, c'mon, I just accidentally hate crimed you, let me make you piña colada. On me."

Tommy relaxes a tiny bit. "Okay. Sure. Thanks, Evan."

[s0fter-sin]

trans!soap taking his baby and running away from his rich abusive husband

(cw angst, financial abuse, single threat of child abuse, single mention of transphobia)

he's owned soap for years, since he was a teenager; paid for his medication and all his surgeries and tied them so deeply, soap’s lost hope of ever getting away. he gets even worse when soap falls pregnant. he was always controlling; blowing up at him if he spent too long out of the house or did something without telling him. but he becomes utterly possessive during the pregnancy

soap knows it has nothing to do with his safety or the baby's

he knows he sees his baby as an investment; another being he can control and hold over him

he gets worse and worse but there’s nothing soap can do. there's been nothing he can do for a long time. then a few months after the baby is born, soap doesn’t watch his tone closely enough and his husband threatens to drop his baby in punishment for it

soap doesn't think. he doesn't plan

he takes his baby and runs

he sneaks out of the servant's quarters of the sterile mansion he's been forced to live in for almost a decade and walks down the street without a backwards glance; his baby the only thing in his arms. he knows all of his husband's cars have trackers, all of them in his name since he never lets soap drive or go anywhere by himself, so he walks far enough to be out of view of the mansion's cameras and steals one. it doesn't have a car seat and all he can do is clutch his baby to his chest as he drives

he doesn't know where he's going beyond away

he doesn't know what he's going to do; he doesn't have any money, no supplies for his baby, he doesn't even have water for himself so he can reliably breastfeed him. he's terrified his husband will find them; he’s always felt omniscient, always everywhere and seeing everything he did. if he didn’t have eyes somewhere, he paid someone who did and they always dutifully reported back to him

soap just keeps his eyes forward. just keeps driving and driving, lost to the road and numb until the low gas light pops up on the dash and it all hits him at once

he turns into a gas station he can't pay for, in a car he stole, and parks behind it and his baby immediately starts getting fussy

he can't even call him by his name sometimes; too afraid to get attached, too afraid to lose him. as if he doesn’t love him more than life itself

even throughout his pregnancy, as happy as he was to finally have a baby, he didn't know if he could carry to term and that fear just let his husband dig his claws in even deeper; paying for extra scans he could never hope to pay for, favours on top of favours so he would aways owe him and isn’t he such a loving husband? taking soap in when his parents kicked him out for being trans, looking after him for all these years? you can’t even take care of yourself john, you’d still be a woman without me, john, what is this tantrum about john-

soap tugs his shirt up to let his baby feed, drops his head back and cries

he can't stop it; wails loud and uncontrolled, chest heaving with his sobs enough that it sways his baby, occasionally breaking his latch and he can't even do this right-

he can't save him

a light knock sounds on the window and soap flinches, curling over his baby to protect him from his huband's cruel hands

but it's not his husband outside the window

soap blinks tears from his eyes and looks at the large stranger standing beside the car. a neck gaiter covers his mouth and it should be off-putting… but something about him stops the feeling in its tracks. the stranger takes a half-step back and lifts a chilled and sealed water bottle, pressing it towards the window

soap quickly swipes his face clean and rolls down the window. "sorry 'bout that," he apologises with a choked laugh, the careful front he’s built over the years cracked and bleeding

the stranger gives a dismissive but somehow not diminishing shrug. "long day?" he asks

"could say that," he gives a shrug of his own and pats his baby's back as he makes a disgruntled noise, unconsciously swaying him

he politely keeps his gaze up on his face. "looks like you could use a break."

soap's breath hitches, anxiously darting his tongue out over his bottom lip. "could say that," he repeats uselessly and takes the water with a quiet “thanks,”; his throat dry and screaming for it after crying so hard

the stranger hums, watching him down the bottle and soap doesn’t notice his eyes drifting to the backseat and footwell of the passenger side. doesn’t notice the slight tension in his fists at what he sees. "how long you been runnin', lad?"

soap freezes, the water settling in his stomach like a stone. he swallows thickly and the bottle falls from his lips

"not long enough."

the stranger just nods, looking idly back down the highway

"you know, this place is connected to a garage,” he starts, nodding back to a building attached to the station without taking his eyes off the road. “lotta people drift through 'ere on road trips; too many to keep track.”

soap frowns slightly, shifting his hold on his baby

“funny thing is, plenty of 'em just abandon their car when they break down. like yours,” he adds and finally turns back to him with a pointed look. “got a whole junkyard of 'em. just rustin' away. be pretty easy to convince me to trade ya one."

soap’s mouth parts in a gasp as he realises just what the stranger’s saying. "how easy?" he whispers

he shrugs and even with his face hidden beneath the gaiter, he doesn’t feel afraid. "i'd say this car'd be a good deal. would blend right in with the rest of ‘em; no one’d ever notice it. what say i take it off your hands?"

soap's breath shudders out of him, his whole body going limp with relief. his baby's eyes fall shut with a satisfied hum and for the first time he can remember, he feels the gentle touch of hope

"i think we can work something out."

🧼💀

ghost owns the service station soap pulled into. he wanted something quiet and isolated after he retired and you can’t get much quieter than a backwoods servo surrounded by forest. he hasn’t had anyone pull in in days so he’s quick to notice soap’s car. he’s also quick to notice soap's subsequent breakdown in one of the cameras. the sight of him crying, desperately clutching a baby like they’re all he has left in the world, is so familiar he felt sick with it

he knows someone running when he sees it

if he didn't check on him, if this lad disappeared one day and the baby along with him, he'd never forgive himself. the lad doesn't even have a baby bag or car seat with him, and the personalised sticker on the back window of a lady and a dog is a dead giveaway that the car is stolen

but the lad is terrified. and when he startled him, he didn't turn. didn’t lift his arms to protect himself. no

he covered his baby

like he was afraid he'd be hurt

that's enough for ghost

🧼💀

i'd wanna set this in the 80's or 90's, just to make it even harder for soap to get away from his husband. he's a trans man with a newborn; he has no one to run to and no resources to help him. his husband's bought and paid for everything for him since he was 17; a few whirlwind weeks of unbelievable dates and extravagant gifts and he was living in his mansion, getting married the day after his 18th birthday. he thought it was love. thought he was being looked after and cared for the way he’s always wanted

he was in pain and alone and naive enough to believe the first person who came along and promised to make it better. nothing's in his name, not his insurance or his meds, he doesn’t have a bank account or savings; other than a birth certificate, nothing even ties him to his baby. his husband could take his world away from him with a snap of his fingers and he made sure soap always knew it

he never had a chance of getting away

but ghost is ex-military

he doesn’t know the lad’s story, doesn’t know the details of what he’s running from. he doesn’t need to know

he decided he was helping him the second he pulled into his service station

[devilsminionworlddomination]

Iwtvtober day 25 - thirst

an older piece I think fit the theme BECAUSE I WILL CATCH UP AND POST ON TIME AT LEAST ONCE

[flambo19]

When the yuri is doomed...

[rosebridal]

narrative foil antagonism at its best

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Thank you. I'm sorry.

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[beaconfeels]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the marvelous @punchedbymarkesmith <3 Haven't been making much progress in my longer fics, so here's a snippet from a short fic I'm working on. No pressure tags to @mirrorthoughts @clare-guilty @geekmom13 @nickcharleswife @kymera219 and anyone else who sees this and wants to join in!

“I’m the better choice,” Peter says haughtily. 

“Oh right, because you’re just God’s gift to men, and women too, I suppose,” Stiles snaps at him. 

“And everything in between,” Erica adds with a leer.

“Don’t encourage him,” Stiles says to her. 

“Oh darling, don’t pretend I don’t do it for you too,” Peter says, radiating smugness, “me and my ‘prettiest blue eyes in the whole world.’” 

Stiles’s head hits the table with a dull thud. Ow. “You’re never going to let me forget that, are you?” 

“Nope,” Peter says. 

“I was riding a magical high that a witch forced on me,” Stiles protests for the millionth time. 

“I don’t think she made you say that Peter is pretty,” Erica says. 

Stiles glares at her. 

Erica shoots him an unrepentant smile. “Just saying.” 

“You, and you,” Stiles splutters, gesturing to each of them in turn, “just…ughhh.” 

Erica and Peter exchange triumphant looks at having reduced him to grunts and groans. 

Stiles takes a deep breath. “I’m his type,” he says slowly, like he might be explaining something to small children. “Me. He’s into young dudes with dark hair and pale skin who are almost but not quite twinks. He’s not into barrel chested daddies who look like they could throw him around.” 

Erica chortles, and yeah, Stiles isn’t helping his own cause here. He hides his face in his arms again. Jesus Christ. He needs to be done with this conversation and out playing bait for the bloodthirsty monster who has been stalking young men in their town before it finds someone else. 

“He does have a point,” Erica finally says to Peter.  “You don’t look anything like the dudes he’s been going after.”

“He may have a point, but he doesn’t have claws or fangs or anything else to protect himself with if anything goes wrong,” Peter argues. 

Stiles is kind of surprised by how intensely Peter is fighting against this plan. He’s never seemed particularly against putting Stiles in dangerous situations before. 

Then Peter scrubs his hand through his hair, leaking agitation everywhere, and Stiles realizes that Peter is concerned for his well being. Oh. That’s interesting.

[yashley]

imogen & fearne in c3e64

[luck-of-the-drawings]

smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.

[yippee-optimistically]

PERSONAL TURTLES ITERATION DUMP GO!!!!

these are my silly little animals. my babies. YAY!!!!!!! i have yet to come up with a proper sub-title but i think ill just call them tmnt homebrew as a place holder. biggest notes: transfem leo 4EVER!!! and theyre all different turtle species. of course :) though a little rougher i do have some shell concepts 2 add to this

Leo is an ornate diamondback terrapin !! Donnie is a black knobbed map turtle. raph and mikey are TWINS!!!!!! and painted turtles <333

APRIL ONEIL I LOVE YOUU shes my babygirl.. she has a tumblr blog where she posts photos of the abandoned buildings she explores. kisses her on the head

casey is def most vulnerable to design adjustments bc hes so close to 2012. but 2012 also just did really good on a fun teen casey design. hes so grimy i love him

also.. still a vigilante. and very transgender my tmnt is so transgender. and hes got a baby sister named mary !!!!

splinter concepts.. hes very underdeveloped in comparison to the others in terms of design. but he def learns more toward the fatherly splinter than teacher. i just want him to be nice </3 more tottmnt than tmnt 2012. also dont know what origin i want to go with? thinking human but idk. maybe hes been a rat. need 2 research him

ive got a STUPID amount of concepts ive thrown together but i think i will leave this post at this for now. i am very inspired by 2012 and tottmnt as those are the series ive seen most recently. but there is a lot of 87 and rise in other parts. yay!!!! posting about neutrinos next pls get excited i adore them. look up the 1987 neutrinos in the meantime if u havent seen themf

[kuroo-hitsuji]

The Dark Santa Mammon card... Unrealistic (/hj). I'm gonna be so real, as soon as I knew his ass wasn't possessed or cursed or something I would be eating that shit uP--

Mammon can be pushy. As a treat. On account of the whole being a huge sub literally 90% of the time thing shxhjsgdhzhx Very rarely Trying to be dominant gets you free Dom For The Day tickets in my book and Mammon has a surplus--