#I’ll reblog with photos of the drawings later

[lavender-sheperd]

Mine and my best friend’s boyfriends made a list of sex positions to try and whoever does it first wins

we have uhm

competitive scissoring, which is scissoring but one person is doing a handstand

we also have spiderman 69, which is where one person is giving head but they’re hanging upside down

Also updog, like missionary but the person on the bottom has their legs wrapped around the top and is hanging from them

Me and a friend both had sex in a specific church parking lot and I may add that to the challenge

[little-diable]

I'd rather be with you – Spencer Reid (smut)

I won't lie, I love a good enemies to lovers Spencer fic. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader and Spencer hate one another, at least in the moments where they're not tangled beneath the sheets.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, shower sex, oral (m), face fucking, bickering, love confession, enemies to lovers

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader (2.3k words)

Her necklace bounced off her naked chest with every thrust, with every moan leaving her as if it was her last. Her necklace bounced off her naked chest with every jerk of his hips, forcing his cock even deeper into her. Her necklace bounced off her naked chest with every call off her name, with every tug on the small pendant dangling between her breasts. 

The necklace was a reminder, a reminder whenever Spencer’s eyes snapped down to it, momentarily distracted from the case they were working on – just for a second or two, though seconds too long for a man with a brain like Spencer‘s. She was his nemesis, the one that has taught him what it means to hate somebody, but yet, in the moments where he fucked her on the nearest surface, he couldn’t remember the hate she elicited inside of him. 

“Spencer? Shit, I truly fucked your brains out last night, huh?” A dark chuckle left (y/n) as she leaned back against the table, arms crossed in front of her chest. A growl left the smart man, murmuring something under his breath she couldn’t pick up on. And yet her smirk didn’t waver, glued to her lips. 

Before Spencer could reply with snarky words rolling off his tongue, Derek had stepped into the room that had been assigned to them. His eyes were focused on his phone, speaking to Penelope with a bright smile – a sight that left (y/n) fawning over the two. Whenever she watched Penelope and Derek interact, she felt some kind of hope burning inside of her, a kind of hope that left her praying that somebody will eventually treat her with this much love and respect. 

“I’ll talk to you later, babygirl.” Derek hung up the call before his eyes first found (y/n)’s and then Spencer’s, smirking at the two profilers. “Good to see that you didn’t kill one another while I was gone. Hotch wants you two to visit the unsub’s childhood home again.” 

“But we’ve been there this morning?” Spencer cut into the conversation before (y/n) could ask the same question. An annoyed huff left her, very well knowing what he was trying to do, taking away the focus from the woman he couldn’t stand, the woman he had always detested, hated since the first case they had worked together. 

“Hotch wants us to go through the photo albums again, maybe we’ve missed something, and why not send our two superbrains to go through the pictures. It’d take the rest of us way too long to do it.” (Y/n) had already reached for her jacket before Derek had finished his sentence, watching with amusement glistening in his eyes how Spencer followed her out of the room, probably already plotting over a new chance to finally murder her. 

……

“Oh fuck, fuck, Spencer.” Her moans echoed through the foggy bathroom, back pressed against his front as he fucked her closer and closer to the edge. The warm water kept streaming down their bodies, washing away the reminders of the past day, of their arguments, and their bottled emotions. 

His teeth left marks on the spot where her neck met her shoulders, drawing pained whines from (y/n). She couldn’t speak up, couldn’t remember how to speak, fully distracted by the feeling of his cock nudging her swollen spot with every thrust. She was putty in his hands, allowing him to do as he pleased. No matter the spiteful words she wanted to speak, riling him up even further, she kept quiet, not daring to push Spencer away when she was so very close to her release.

“Look at that, did I finally manage to shut you up?” His words were rough, dripping with a mean undertone that momentarily managed to rip her out of her state.

“Fuck you, Spencer, don’t act as if–” her rambling was cut short by the feeling of Spencer pulling away, leaving her empty. (Y/n) clumsily turned around in his grasp, staring up at the man with wide eyes, wondering what was about to happen.

“Onto your knees, it seems like you still haven’t learned your lesson.” She struggled to drop to her knees, holding onto him as the water kept cascading down his back. Spencer forced his cock into her mouth, making her choke on the air lingering inside her lungs. He fucked her mouth with moans clawing through him, sounds that left her swollen bundle of nerves pulsing. 

Spencer had always been rough with her, taking the upper hand she claimed around their team, stealing his title of being smarter than them all. He had detested her from the start, jealous of the way she managed to interact with the team, how she seemed to know how to handle every situation, no matter her high IQ. Perhaps it truly was jealousy that had pushed him away, not understanding how someone with an IQ almost as high as his didn’t struggle to with simple interactions like he did, how she made it seem so effortlessly easy. 

“You act as if you’re so much better, as if you don’t give a shit about me. But let me tell you something, doll,” a groan left Spencer as one of her hands found his cock, holding onto the part he hadn’t pushed down her throat just yet. “You are nothing special.” 

Spencer was too far gone to pick up on the hurt expression tugging on her features, no longer focusing on the sounds he made, on the way his cock rested on her tongue, all she could focus on were his words, the spiteful insults. Her heart skipped a few beats, unsure how to react, not understanding what he was trying to tell her. 

“They don’t see through your pathetic games, you’re nothing but an imposter, but trust me, I always win, every single game.” His cock twitched in her mouth, about to cum down her throat, about to force her to swallow his every drop. Perhaps she deserved being treated like this after the things she had said today, the way she had made fun of him - whatever it had been, (y/n) was now paying the price.

He came with a moan, head rolling back, hand gripping her hair. (Y/n) didn’t dare move, unable to stop thinking of the words he had spoken, of the insults he had thrown his way. She barely noticed how he pulled away, how he reached a hand out of her to take, pulling her back to her feet. 

No further words were spoken between the two, she didn’t give him a chance to fuck her again, to push her over the edge. She left the shower before he could touch her again, quickly redressing herself to find her way to her hotel room. 

……

The sound of somebody softly knocking on her door forced her eyes away from her book. She needed a few seconds to snap into motion, wondering who wanted to speak to her that late in the evening, wondering if it was Hotch to tell her that they had a breakthrough with their case. But the sight of Spencer waiting in front of her door left her frozen in her movements, looking at him with raised eyebrows and confusion swimming in her pupils.

“Can I?” (Y/n) stepped aside, allowing him to find his way into the room, walking towards the bed she had been laying on moments ago. They were engulfed by an uncomfortable silence, looking at one another to try and figure out what he was doing, why he had found his way to her. 

“It’s late Spencer, what are you doing here?” Her voice had an unfamiliar undertone to it, urged on by the uncertainty she felt, still focusing on the angry words he had spoken earlier. He cleared his throat, gaze flickering down to his slender fingers, fumbling with them as his mind kept racing, trying to speak up, trying to say the words he struggled to speak out loud. 

“I haven’t met many people who have an IQ that’s way above the ordinary, well, at least not normal people who aren’t killers. I am not used to feeling intimidated, but I am used to being the one people make fun of, I am used to feeling alone and to being the outsider. But it had never been like that with the team, they’ve accepted me and the way I am, I didn’t have to prove myself like I had been forced to do before meeting them. But then you joined the team, and suddenly I was once again back to being caught in a fight of proving myself. For the first time in years I no longer feel like I fit in.” His words made tears well up in her eyes, slowly sitting down next to the rambling man with her hand finding his warm one. (Y/n) squeezed his hand, encouraging Spencer to keep on speaking, to let go of the bottled up words he had tried to swallow down for the past months. 

“Hating you is so much easier than accepting that you’re everything I’ve always wanted. Hating you is so much easier than forcing myself to accept that I don’t have any reason to be jealous of you, than accepting that you’re perfect for me. You’re everything I’ll never be.” A shaky breath left Spencer, once again allowing the thick silence to wrap itself around the two. She needed quite a few moments to speak up, to see through the information he had just dumped on her.

“I knew that there was some kind of jealousy that left you to treat me like that, and I guess I gave in, I played the game instead of trying to figure out why you acted like that. I am sorry that I make you feel like that, Spence. But fuck, you truly have nothing to be jealous of. You’re so much more than just a smart brain, and whoever won’t see that must be blind.” Their eyes met, making a small smile tug on Spencer’s lips before he titled his head down to softly kiss her. The gasp leaving (y/n) allowed him to deepen the kiss, hand letting go of hers to pull her into his lap. 

“I am sorry for being such an asshole who is heavily crushing on you.” A laugh broke through (y/n) at his words, forehead falling against his. 

“I am sorry for being such a bitch who is heavily crushing on you.” (Y/n) found herself being pushed down on the mattress, with Spencer laying half on her and half on the mattress, lips locked in a loving kiss. One of his hands started to wander, finding its way under her shirt, down to her panties.

“I owe you at least two orgasms, don’t I?” She couldn’t reply, interrupted by a moan as his fingers pushed her panties aside, finding her pulsing clit. Spencer moved his fingers just the way she needed him to, touching her like he had done numerous times before. Her heart was pounding, mind hazy and filled with lust, purely focusing on Spencer.

“I want to cum on your cock, fuck me again, please Spence.” He shuffled around, pulling her panties down before he freed his hard cock. Neither of them wanted to waste any time, set on properly fucking, needing to feel one another close. (Y/n) watched him spit into his hand, lubing himself up before he pushed into her. 

(Y/n)’s moans spurred him on, arms finding their way around his neck, tugging him down for a greedy kiss. He fucked her ruthlessly, though without any anger guiding him, allowing his heart to finally give into the love he felt for her. No longer were they speaking hateful words, no longer were they set on making one another pay for their teasing, fucking like lovers for the first time. 

“I love you, so fucking much.” His words left (y/n) gasping in surprise, eyes rolling back into her head the second his skilled fingers found her bundle of nerves. Her sounds made him feel as if he had ascended to heaven, engulfed by the sounds no human had ever been fortunate enough to hear. And even as she spoke the loving three words he had just spoken, Spencer couldn’t stop himself from staring down on her.

Spencer picked up his pace, fucking her into the mattress like a mad man, set on leaving marks that would stay for eternity, never fading, always renewed by his wandering fingers and lips. He marveled at (y/n), hoping that he’d never part from her again, he wouldn’t survive being away from her, needing her like a shot of insulin to save his heart. 

“Fuck, feels so good.” His cock stretched her perfectly, forcing her walls to adjust as he kept pounding into her, not holding back with his lips pulled into a smirk and his eyes staring down on her. She clawed her fingernails into his skin, drawing blood from the marks she left, leaving Spencer torn between a hiss and a moan.

The second he added more strength to his touch, rubbing her clit faster than before, she gave in, tumbling over the edge without another warning. His name left her over and over again, guiding him through his own high. She felt him paint her walls white, heard him choke on his moans, saw him collapse on top of her.

And for the first time since they’ve started sleeping with one another, neither of them felt the need to escape, to hide away from the other.

[battleslippers]

do u know how to render...

lol i mean ik u do but can u teach me?????? (only if u want :3)

HERE WE GO. I am by NO means an expert/professional, so my process isn’t perfect nor is it the most efficient (😭), but here’s my process + some time lapses.

added a border because this post is so damn long

1. sketch — I try to make sure it’s accurate if there is a ref, and the proportions are right in this because the sketch determines how good the rest of the piece is and how much tweaking you’ll have to do in the future. Think of it like the foundation: if it’s wonky, everything else will be wonky and it’ll be a HUGE pain to fix later (speaking from experience). The purly painting is probably a great example of what NOT to do in this case! That thing took so much time because I didn’t have a good enough sketch and I didn’t really have my colors down, so I did a bunch of tweaking, which you’ll probably see in the time lapse.

2. Base colors/undertones/blocking in: this 100% differs depending on ur style, preference, and goal of the painting. If I’m doing a photo study for value or color, I’ll simplify it down as much as possible (basic colors or 3 values). Undertones are there if you’re REALLY working a traditional method I think.

I think this is one of my best examples of this type of painting. This is purely copying a photo to the most accurate, and if I had to do anything differently, I’d block in the shapes and shadows THEN go into all those details (I feel this would be more efficient but, again, preference lol).

3. Shadows — this really goes hand in hand with the previous step, but I like to establish these with usually a cooler tone depending on the environment and lighting. If your piece is outside on a clear day, the shadows on a lot of things will be blue due to the light from the sky. If you look at enough pictures and pretty much anywhere around you, you’ll see how light and shadow interacts with colors of the environment, which is really cool!!!

4. Messing with it — with those undertones and shadows, I might add in extra colors like redness or blue for things like skin to get that layered feel (especially considering how skin isn’t totally uniform due to its mild transparency). Then I’ll color pick those in between tones and block in stuff and do it until it feels right. The Angela painting is probably my best example of this, which I’ll reblog with (plus two other ones) For Curly’s jacket, I used a few different brushes to get that texture and the whole process was basically scribbling until it looked right. Hatching is one of my favorite methods to get a little texture in, so I do that a lot too.

5. Finally touches/technical settings — once everything is totally done, I’ll usually mess around with the Hue, Saturation, and Brightness along with Color Balance and Curves on the overall painting until I’m happy with it. Then I’ll probably turn up the Sharpness a little and maybe add some chromatic aberration.

Overall, I usually do these steps going from background (if there is one) -> skin -> clothing -> hair, but I hop around a lot. I usually establish the flats overall then render each individual one.

Also, lighting does NOT have to be warm and shadows do NOT have to be cool; it all depends on the context. As long as your values are right, your colors will probably look good. Of course, it’s still worth knowing how to make them harmonious or contrast and allat, but values are the main foundation. Online resources are also awesome (my favorites being Proko, Marco Bucci, and Sinix among many others) and just observing things around you and others’ art is an incredibly powerful tool. I usually like to check my values by making my painting black and white by coloring in a luminosity layer with white. This method isn’t universal due to different programs, but if there’s a setting to turn ur drawing black and white, I def recommend it.

A side note: my rendering style is basically just painting 😭 At most I have like 5 layers max (sketch, flats, background, subject, hair or anything else I’m afraid to fuck up) but I end up combining flats and sketch most of the time and just paint over it. Most of the time, I have 2-3 layers and combine them all by the end. For the (currently) black and white Johnny one I’ll reblog with is just one layer, but I’ll probably make layers to overlay color and another to add variation/detail. My process isn’t very uniform or clean 💀

I am SO sorry this turned out to be such a long post good god

EDIT: I realized the paragraph I thought was deleted actually just moved so I erased it lmao

[dragooned-speaks]

Intro Post

(Please read if new or requesting ❤️)

Hi, call me Dragoon. Dragoon’s just an online name, or internetsona if you will. I am not Dragoon my OC. Just to clarify. Also, hi, I use she / her pronouns, and I’m a minor!

I am a writer and artist , and I can’t wait to see what Tumblr’s all about (Twitter’s hard and Facebook harder. Don’t even get me started on Instagram…) So, I’m here! Deal with it.

Please, request! I’m bored! Please, safe me from boredom! If I don't answer your ask in a while, it might be because I don't wish to, I want to put a lot of effort in it, or I am procrastonating / busy!

And check out @bluetrasharcade while you’re at it! They’re awesome!

Also, if you don’t like something, tell me (NOT an opening for hate, just an opening for improvement ❤️). Tell me if I missed triggers, and hopefully I’ll get word count to work. So, boundaries.

Absolutely NO NSFW, please, I’m a minor! No hate or disrespect! Honestly, pretty chill place in my opinion- just no kinks or pedophilics? I’ll update more later because I have yet to see the dark side of the internet- I think.

Always feel free to ask question! Just not personal (like address, irl name (yes, I am not called Dragoon irl), etc) and NO photos! I will stay faceless!

Please respect that! Also, ask about my OCs and expect a rant- or one or two sentences. Thank you!

General Tag Usage

#dragoon writes are my stories

#dragoon draws is my art

#dragoon speaks are rambles and rants and stuff, including new characters or developed characters

#dragoon message is my messages that are important or irl updates, generally just a message to the internet

#dragoon replies are my answered asks / requests

#dragoon reblogs are my reblogs

Milestones

For when you achieved something and you want a reward. Give me ideas! Can’t wait!

- 10 followers

- 50 followers

Writing Boundaries

- No torture!

- No NSFW!

- Idk, no sexual stuff!

- I’m okay with a LITTLE gore!

- Off screen murder is a okay for me!

- Details like murder on screen will probably be quick and hopefully not detailed!

- Please don’t get frustrated! I might take a while. I’m sorry.

- No x Readers. Idk how to write.

- OCs are okay as long as you tell details, or expect it to be ooc or inaccurate!

- I don’t do fandoms I don’t know! Sorry, but yeah.

- Please, I’m sorry if ooc, but I’ll probably mainly make OCs…

Art Boundaries

- No torture!

- No NSFW!

- No sexual stuff!

- Only a LITTLE gore!

- I am MINOR please remember when requesting!

- My OCs are requestable! ( That’s not a word, but idc)

- Your Ocs are too, just give me details and please don’t get mad if I get the personality / face or small details wrong.

Fandoms

Dream SMP (I guess, I haven’t watched the streams or anything, just skimmed the wiki. And many, many clips and animations.)

Hermitcraft

Secret Life (I'm getting through the other Life Series!)

Origins SMP (I watched like ten minutes but fell in love. It’s Minecraft hybrids! (I like hybrids idk why)

Percy Jackson

Wings of Fire

My OCs! (They’re not a fandom, but still)

Masterlist

Color Coded

OCs

Dream SMP A New Life

Little Birdy

A Little Yokudlala

Cloud Gazer

Down Into The Empty Pit of H*ll

[circadiananomaly]

Okay; in commemoration of my blog getting a makeover, I’ll introduce myself!

Hi; Call me Circa/Cicada/Circuit! I go by Any Pronouns; my gender is a Royal Court, and everyone is a Jester in it.

Here is my current blog lineup!

Main Blog: @/circadiananomaly [This place is mainly for reblogging art stuff now! Sewing, writing, digital, you name it!]

Art Blog: @doodlecircuitredrawn [Self explanatory; all my art will be there!]

Reblogging Blog: @releeblogreborn [Reblogging CHAOS! Total randomness! Woo!]

Huge Update as of 7/31/23! See under Read More.

Anyway, here’s some fun facts about me!

I am very partial to Nintendo! (Although I haven’t had much access to consoles throughout my life, lol)

I am in so many fandoms. So many. Video games mostly. I’ll list them off later.

Why the reborn part in my alt blog? I goofed while trying to delete a blog I didn’t use and somehow deleted the original one. Sigh.

I drew my profile pic. It’s brand spanking new, and it took a little over an hour to draw. The banner is just some photo I took a few years ago.

My old username was @/sleepysnappl

I can speak and read English pretty much fluently. I’m currently trying to learn Spanish (I likely won’t be able to accurately respond though.) Perdón; Yo no hablo o veo Español muy bueno.

I have not had a Personal Computer (as in all for me, no sharing, not for work or whatever,) in almost 6 years now. I mostly main my phone and iPad, lol.

I don’t trust Apple at all, my iPad is kinda old for a piece of tech, and from before I knew of their untrustworthiness. It just happened to last this long, lol.

I follow like thousands of blogs, holy crap

Lovecore is one of my favorite aesthetics, the hearts and color scheme are so cute! ^-^

My typing quirks generally include “reversing” emojis and using bracket smiles instead of the usual parentheses smile. Like this! [:>

And that’s about it for fun facts about me (for now!) Here’s all the fandoms I like as I remember (under Read More).

In Stars and Time (NEWEST! The game talks about many heavy issues, so please be careful!)

Super Mario (Update, I have now seen the movie!)

Miitopia & Tomodachi Life (Where’s Tomodachi Life 2, Nintendo? Huh? HUH? /playful)

Pokemon (Mostly play the games at this point. Haven’t seen one of their animes in a while)

Cookie Run (Haven’t been playing recently)

Pizza Tower (Newest fandom currently)

Undertale & Deltarune (I’ve kinda taken my distance cuz of the weirdos at this point)

Friday Night Funkin’ (One of the newer fandoms currently)

Object Shows (BFDI, II, etc.)

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (I don’t know much about this fandom, though! ^-^”)

Welcome Home (an ARG Horror Game by @/partycoffin!)

Minecraft (I’ve been playing since the mid-to-late 2010’s, do with that info what you will)

Kirby (Nintendo)

Stick man fighting (See Hyun’s Dojo. Don’t know much abt this fandom either ^-^”)

Animator vs Animation & Animations vs Minecraft by Alan Becker (check his YT, he does awesome work!)

Steven Universe (I haven’t seen the movie yet, no spoilers please)

Celeste by Maddy Makes Games and Extremely OK Games Ltd. (Impeccable story, do be careful as the DLC talks about death, though.)

My Little Pony (Friendship is Magic is pretty much their current peak, you cannot change my mind.)

Madness Combat (I don’t know much about their lore, but this fandom vibes, ngl.)

Doom the game (I've only seen Eternal gameplay, soo,,,, ^_^")

That’s all I can remember for now!

Damn, I can’t believe I reached max tags with the fandoms alone! I’ll consider that an achievement! I may even have to turn this into a reblog thread to add tags… I shall now return to lurking!

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Huge Update!! I have created a new Art Blog! The username is @doodlecircuitredrawn! This blog is now to be repurposed for art reblogs! See my reblogging blog, @releeblogreborn for more general randomness and chaos. ^_^

See ya’ll!

- Circa [:

[ruthytwoshakes]

oh heyyyyy guess who has gotten ,, 3 sleep hours in the past two days???? not me I actually got like 5. Feel bad for whoever got only 3

oh and uh I got no sleep because I have been very busy cleaning and packing and unpacking and more cleaning and driving and helping friends and not sleeping and

so I will not get to finish the last two days of the tf2 Valentine’s Day event on time. Sobbing crying. But that is okay 👍👍👍👍👍 I can finish them later this week yay. As an apology I have some sketches to share yay ,,,,,,, might have to make a part 2 hmmmmmm

okay so my idea for this was like,, soldier and engie keep their helmets and shit in because it’s like a ,, important thing to them idk you decide,,,, and uhh then they decide to take them off as a trust thingy,, and then spy happens. uhhh this was when I was still learning how to draw the mercs so it does not look too much like them but it’s fine. was supposed to be for the event. Might finish idk

A part 2 to my day 1 submission! I like the story kinda thingy I’ve come up with,, but I suck major ass at writing fanfics so I’ll just make some little comics eventually. I kinda gave up on this because I couldn’t pose it correctly and my random 2 am burst of energy ran out.

Saw the pose and immediately knew I had to draw them. Might make another version with demoman lmao

Made these quick sketches of the team being father figures or epic friends with scout,, uhhh got distracted and forgor to add pyro and sniper oops. Might finish!!

I LIED PROMISCUOUS GIRL,,, IM NOT GOING TO SHOW YOU MY TF2 SKETCHES. NOW TAKE A SEAT WHILE I SHOW YOU MY CHARACTERS INSTEAD B))

that is Sam and Flint, Sam is the cat perch and Flint is the cat. They are pirates and horrible,, I love them.

there ya go here’s some stuff,,,, original template by KillerCat on twit I think!!

all righty now that you’re hooked uhh look at the reblog for part two lol I couldn’t fit all the photos.

[phereshift]

artist ask 8 and 17!

Ooh interesting choices! I actually had to really think about these ones 🤔 Asks are from here!

8. What do you like most about your own work?

Well. Mostly I like the process of making it. Aside from that, I like the fluidity of my sketches. They’re usually so loose that the anatomy gets entirely lost, but it reflects my brain a bit better. I like capturing the idea of something, and I like breaking things down into strong, simple lines. Sketches like these don’t get shared but they’re what my art is reduced to when I don’t have the energy for it. My work ‘Time Passes Without Me’ of Lan Wangji reflects my sketching process the most, since it was quick and didn’t require heavy lineart. Otherwise these vaguely dog-shaped sketches from yesterday show what I mean pretty well.

17. What inspires you?

So much! Usually it’s other artists. I follow a lot of people on social media and whenever I’m struggling for inspiration I scroll through my following list haha. I also get inspired a lot by individual works, which I just reblog and tag so I can find later.

Lately I've taken more inspiration from landscape photography and sci-fi, because that's what I've been drawing. Although, I’ll really take inspiration from anywhere… I frequently take photos on my phone of anything that catches my fancy. Colour schemes, random objects I’ve walked past, screenshots from whatever I was looking at on my computer… it never ends.

[eliasbitchardishere]

[I promised my friend if they made an ask blog then i’d join their mischevious deeds /hj]

[I’m very inconsistantly online]

[run by @miazi2 :) she/her, prolly won’t post as myself but if I do it’ll be in the square brackets]

[ Icon ID: A simple drawing small blue and green peacock with weapy eyes]

[ header ID: A photo of an office with dark green and gold decorative wallpaper, In the center is a wood set of drawers with books and yellow flowers ontop, in the corner is a small brown armchair]

Elias things: [I’ll probably add to this later]

-Tim set up this blog for Elias and he doesn’t know how to use tumblr yet to change the names

-Mostly season 1 era but also cannon? who’s she

- he/him and homosexual

- He likes peacocks a lot [cus they look like eyes]

- people can’t tell if he’s dating peter lukas again or if they’re still divorced

- Significantly less evil, he’s trying to be better

Tags:

Rp -> #elias rp

Reblog -> #reblog

About Mr. Mistoffelees -> #elias vs cats

Out of character -> #ooc / Miazi2

[thebettybook]

☎️ Incoming Call: Leona Kingscholar ♥️

🍓 Message 1 from Strawbetty: Warning: none, all-fluff phone headcanons and phone call “voice lines” from Leona. Leona and gn!reader are in an established romantic relationship.

🍓 Message 2 from Strawbetty: I wanted to try something new (aka Strawbetty wants to have a phone call with Leona)!

☎️ = Headcanons

☎️ Leona’s phone is definitely from the most popular luxury brand of smart phones in Twisted Wonderland.

☎️ He doesn’t care about having the latest smart phone model, but he has it anyways because Farena decided to buy the family plan for Leona, Safiya (Leona’s sister-in-law), and himself as an attempt for “family bonding.”

☎️ Cheka likes to call Leona a lot through his mother’s phone, and would try to video call/FaceTime Leona because Cheka wants to see his “Oji-tan.”

☎️ Leona’s “Contacts” consist of you, Ruggie, Jack, Epel, Safiya, and Farena. He doesn’t save the other dorm leaders’ numbers and hardly ever texts in the dorm leader group chat.

☎️ Leona isn’t much of a texting guy; he’d prefer to hear your voice + autocorrect annoys him + he knows and likes that his deep voice flusters you sometimes.

☎️ Leona puts an “A” in front of your name (if your name doesn’t already start with an “A”) so that you’re first on his contacts list. If you found out, he’d deny that he did such a thing.

☎️ Leona also makes sure you put him as your Emergency Contact because he said “Crowley doesn’t do shit” but really, Leona wants to be the first to know if something ever happens to you.

☎️ Leona rarely takes photos on his phone. He did start taking a few photos of the foods and places from your dates (so he can remember the exact days and memories of your dates) :).

☎️ Leona’s Lock Screen wallpaper used to be a picture of his chess board, but then he changed it to a candid picture he took of you smiling at him. Sometimes when Leona lays on his bed or in the Botanical Garden before napping, he whips out his phone to just look at that picture of you with a soft, teeny grin on his face.

♥️ = Voice Lines

♥️ “Hey.” *in his deep voice*

♥️ “Yeah, I just woke up from a nap. It was a good one too; it had you in it. Heh, I’ll tell ya about it later.”

♥️ “Did ya eat anything yet? Don’t forget to drink water too, it’s getting hotter these days. We should go swimmin’ in the lounge pool tonight.”

♥️ “Magift practice went well today. No, I didn’t get hurt during practice. I’m perfectly capable of handling my own injuries anyways, herbivore…but that doesn’t mean I don’t love when ya worry about me.” *smirks into his phone*

♥️ “Tch, my hands still smell like laundry detergent. Ruggie was too busy to do my laundry earlier so Jack decided to teach me how to do it. That guy’s a real stickler for chores.”

♥️ “Oh yeah, Elder Sister texted me a picture of Cheka’s latest crayon drawing. Says it’s a ‘portrait’ of me and the furball. Apparently it’s now framed in my room back home.”

♥️ “Yeah yeah, I’ll send ya the pictures of the furball’s drawing and the waffles we had from that cafe yesterday. Ugh, the waffles were so sweet.”

♥️ “Speakin’ of food, I’m starvin’. Let’s go to the dining hall for dinner; I’ll come by your dorm in five.”

♥️ “Love ya.” *hangs up quickly before you can tease him about saying ‘I love you’ first*

☎️♥️☎️♥️☎️

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[babycharmander]

If you think you have never stolen artwork, read this post.

So, art theft. If you've been a follower of mine, you've heard my barely-coherent rants about this before, but I thought it might be more productive to make a more coherent post on the subject.

If you're wondering about the title of the post here, it's because I feel like a lot of people aren't really grasping what exactly art theft is, and a LOT of people, even well-meaning ones, do it without even realizing it.

"But wait," you say. "I would never STEAL from an artist!! I never claim it as my own!" And that's all fine and good, but you're missing something here.

To start things off, what IS art theft? (It's not what deviantART said it was several years back, I'll tell you that much. *cough*)

We all know what art is, so let's talk about theft. Dictionary.com defines "theft" as "the act of stealing; the wrongful taking and carrying away of the personal goods or property of another; larceny." Okay, makes sense, but what about that other word there, stealing? Dictionary.com defines "steal" as "to take (the property of another or others) without permission or right, especially secretly or by force."

From those definitions, we can go on to define art theft as, specifically, "taking art without permission or right." In the context of art, that typically involves reposting it (not reblogging--reblogging is different) or using it for other things.

And there, my friends, is the issue.

If something is taken or used without permission, it is stolen. Permission is the important thing here--if an artist says "oh yeah, you can go ahead and use this!" then it's not stolen. You have their permission. But if you DON'T have that, then it IS stolen. It IS theft.

"But I'm not claiming it as my own!" you say. But you don't have to claim it as your own--the act of taking it in and of itself is an act of theft.

"But I said 'credit to the artist!'" The "credit" thing is a whole other conversation, but here's the short of it: The entire point of credit is to direct people to the source of something. If you are not directly linking to where you got the art from, you are not giving credit. "Credit to the artist" is not actually credit of any kind whatsoever. (Also, Google and Pinterest are not sources.)

"But I DID link back to the artist!" Okay, now this is where it may get confusing, because you may think you're covered because you actually did give credit. Here's the problem: if you reposted it or used it without permission, regardless of whether you gave credit or not, it's still stealing.

I'm bolding this because it's a point that a lot of people get tripped up on. Let me explain it this way: If you went into your neighbor's house and took something of theirs without their permission, but you told people "oh yeah, I got this from [neighbor]'s house!" that that would still, of course, be stealing, and it's no different for art.

Another thing is that even when you credit, people don't always check the source. Very recently I found a case where someone had reposted a piece of artwork of mine to Pinterest that was deliberately made to look like it came from the source material (it wasn't meant to confuse anyone, though--the description of my original post made it very clear that it was fanart). The person who reposted had linked back to my original post. The problem? The comments had people asking if this was official, where it happened in the source material, etc. Despite the fact that the source was right there, no one thought to look at it.

Even if you link back to the source, if you did it without the artist's permission, it's still stealing, and still causes problems for us artists.

"But I just posted it to my Pinterest--" DO NOT DO THIS. DO NOT POST AN ARTIST'S WORK TO PINTEREST IF YOU DO NOT HAVE THEIR EXPLICIT PERMISSION TO DO SO.

"But this artist friend of mine says they're okay if I post their work to my Pinterest so long as I link back to them!" Good for your friend! But the fact that your friend is okay with it doesn't mean that all artists are okay with it. For me, personally, I am very not okay with my work being posted to Pinterest, and say as much on my art blog description and posts (which people tend to ignore).

The problem with Pinterest--and reposting art in general--is that we artists don't know when it happens unless we're told, or unless we find it ourselves. It causes us to lose control of our art. And because of this, our art can spiral further out of our control, because when our works get posted to Pinterest or other similar websites, people who have no grasp whatsoever on how art works will just take it as "free art" and then use it for whatever they want.

That's how a piece I spent 20+ hours on was used as a poster for a paid event, without my permission, and without any payment or credit to me.

If an artist has said nothing about Pinterest (or other similar image sharing sites), your default should be to assume that they don't want their artwork posted there.

"Well I didn't repost someone's art, but I did use it for my avatar/RPing icon/video/fic cover/photo edit--" That's still stealing. If you're using it without their permission for any reason, that is stealing. Not to mention, the artist may not be cool with what you're using their art for anyway. (Looking at you, people who use platonic art in your shipping videos.)

“I MEANT to ask them for permission, but I forgot!” This can ONLY happen if you used the artwork BEFORE you asked for permission. You can resolve this by asking for permission BEFORE you use it, rather than assuming the answer will be “yes” and using it before asking.

"But it took me a really long time to make that icon/video/cover/edit!!" How long do you think it took the original artist to draw their piece? It doesn't matter how much work you put into modifying someone else's art--if you're doing it without their permission, you're still stealing.

"But I couldn't find the original artist! I tried to find them, I really did, but I couldn't. Is it okay to use their art then?" No, because you still don't have permission, and by reposting it anyway, you’re continuing to make the artwork spiral out of their control.

"What if I found the artist, but they speak a different language from mine? I can't ask them for permission, so is it okay if I repost their art anyway?" NO!! DO NOT DO THIS!! If there is a language barrier, use Google translate or find someone to translate for you and get a hold of the artist that way to ask them for their permission. The language barrier is NEVER an excuse to steal artwork. There are plenty of non-English-speaking artists who have taken ALL OF THEIR ARTWORK OFFLINE because the art theft was completely out of control. (And this isn't just exclusive to English-speakers stealing art from people who don't speak their language. It happens artists who don't speak English stealing art from English-speakers, too, but as this post is written in English it doesn't do much good for me to rant about this here.) If you can’t ask their permission, do not use it!!

"But what about reblogging?! Isn't that the same as reposting?? Should we not reblog art at all then?" No, reblogging (or retweeting) is not the same as reposting. If you reblog art, you keep all the information that we attached to the art, including our blog name and the description attached to the art. Reblogging/retweeting actually helps us artists A LOT, so as long as you're reblogging from the original artist (and not someone who's reposting their art), by all means, reblog our art!

"What if I just want to share someone else's artwork on Discord or show it to a friend?" This one's a bit different and is not actually as problematic. If you want to share our work on Discord or whatever, just link directly to where we posted it. Please don't post the art itself, unless you're doing it alongside a link because Discord won't show a preview or something.

"What about a forum or a site like Reddit?" This one's a bit different, since due to the way Reddit functions, if you LINK to the art, you have to go directly to the artist's original page to view it. (At least, that’s what it’s like the last time I was active there.) In a way it's roughly the same as with Discord--be sure you're linking directly to the actual post rather than just uploading the art on its own--but I would also ask the artist if they're okay with it, because they may be a member of the subreddit or forum and want to post it themselves, or they might not want their work shared to specific communities. (Some communities have a function where a bot will repost the artwork to Imgur, and some artists don't want that done with their art.)

"What if I'm saving it to my computer/phone to look at later, or making it into my desktop/phone wallpaper?" IMO this is fine, since your computer/phone files aren't public, and neither is your wallpaper. It's only a problem when you post it to public places without our permission.

"What if it's art I commissioned?" Well... like... in that case, it's art you paid for, so unless the artist you commissioned laid out very specific terms for you, you should be good to use that art. Like, at most, the artist may ask you to credit them somewhere in your blog description if they drew your icon or something, or credit them in a fic description if you commissioned a fic illustration from them, or something to that effect. It's really something you should have already worked out with the artist beforehand, but for the most part you should probably be fine to use art you paid for however you like.

"What about art I requested?" This is a bit different from commissioned work. Just because the art was drawn at your request doesn't mean it's explicitly yours (unless it's like, a drawing of your original character or something). Some artists take requests more as suggestions, so the art they draw in response to a suggestion or request is still theirs. Treat this as you would any other artwork and ask the artist for permission first before you do anything with the artwork you requested from them.

“What about NFTs?” ... Okay this one I can’t really go over too much because I barely understand it in the first place, but NFTs are BAD for artists and are a form of art theft. Do not turn people’s art into NFTs. This is a crappy thing to do. (If you want more information on this one, you’ll have to look it up yourself. It’s a form of cryptocurrency and it’s confusing.)

“If you don’t want your art stolen you shouldn’t post it in the first place.” This is fascinating logic. Try applying it to something else and see how it holds up. “If you don’t want your merchandise stolen, you shouldn’t open a booth.” “If you don’t want to get poisoned you shouldn’t eat food.” “If you don’t want to get punched in the face, don’t walk outside.” Yes. Flawless logic. Truly.

"Why do you care so much, anyway?! I'm sharing your art because I like it! That's a compliment! Shouldn't you be happy?" Well, we're certainly glad you like our art, but the problem is... as I've said before, reposting our art causes us to lose our control over it. When we lose control of our art, that damages our livelihood. As I said before, other people have made money off of my artwork. As well, some artists lose jobs because when their potential employers check out their portfolio, they may find artwork that's been reposted everywhere online, so they cannot hire the artist because they believe they may have stolen the artwork in their own portfolio.

Your reposting an image you thought was cute to Facebook or Pinterest could cost an artist their job. Think about that.

So, tl;dr, keep this in mind: you need the artist's permission to repost or use their artwork. If you do not have it, it is stealing, even if you credit the artist.

I know this post is really harsh in places, but this is such an important thing for all artists, and there's so many misconceptions about art theft online. And I feel like one of the biggest problems is that when some people see posts on art theft, they ignore them, because they think they've never done it or would never do it, so that's why I worded this post the way I did. I'm not trying to hurt anyone--I just want people to understand what art theft is, how it affects us artists, and how you can avoid it. Thank you for reading.

[brookecuzyes]

three years of you. — tear myself apart

Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader

Main Masterlist — 3yrs Masterlist

Summary: it’s only been a couple of days, which were full of tears and regret. however, that regret wasn’t on their part until a simple comment was made. (Part 3 of a series)

Word Count: ≈3.4k

Warnings: cursing, alcohol intake, angst (Anyone drinking alcohol in this chapter is of the legal drinking age in the United States, which is 21.)

A/N: thank y’all for reading! this has already gained a lot of readers and so i am happy about that. love you guys sm 💕 songs included in this fic are not mine. any characters mentioned are not mine, and belong to their respected owners. and ofc, i don’t own the celebrities either. i do check comments/reblogs, so please be respectful!!

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You’ve got this, you can do it.

You tried consoling yourself. Normally, he would be here to help calm you down— or at least call if he could physically be there. He’d be there if you were about to have a panic attack, he’d be there to make sure that you were OK.

But you aren’t.

An entire audience full of strangers who listened to the songs, who listened to your heartbreak. Now, they get to watch your heart break live.

He wouldn’t— no, couldn’t— be there to comfort you. He couldn’t be there to tell you that everything will be fine. He fucked up, he’s the one who messed up that relationship…

“…then why did you show up?”

——

Glasses clinked. Chatter was taking place all around. Honestly, it was a little overwhelming.

You sat down at the booth with the whole band. Saturday had rolled around, which you hadn’t noticed since you were lost in an almost depressive state where time was non-existent. However, the karaoke bar definitely woke you up.

“Alright, guys,” Luke, the lead guitarist, said, holding a couple of drinks in his hands. “Tonight is the night! The tradition kicks in once again, and Monday we start recording. Let’s celebrate and relax.” Julie, the lead singer and the girlfriend of Luke, followed behind him, setting more drinks down on the table. Flynn, the unofficial manager of the band, let out a loud, “woo!”, making everyone laugh. All of you grabbed a glass and clinked them together, all taking a sip at the same time. Your face crunched when you processed the drink.

“Jesus, Luke, what is this?” you questioned.

“Alcohol,” he said blatantly.

“Yeah, no shit,” you shot back, shaking off the effects.

“I just said that we’re relaxing— that’s exactly what alcohol does!”

“Or maybe you're just an alcoholic?” Alex joked, taking a sip of his drink.

“I don’t drink that much.” Luke defended.

“That’s what an alcoholic would say.” The whole band started laughing at the ongoing banter. It isn’t often when Alex made witty remarks like that, and everyone always enjoyed it when he did.

On another note, you felt as if you absolutely needed this drink. Given what’s been going on this last week, you felt like you deserved it. Though, you knew you’d regret this tomorrow. You knew Alex was keeping an eye out for you. The rest of the band didn’t know yet, they just knew that something happened, which is why you left Italy so early. They were all confused, but didn’t ask upon it when Alex glared daggers at them when they tried. So, thankfully, they did back off. But, it doesn’t mean that they weren’t concerned.

You had been talking, making it seem as if everything was fine, but Alex’s heart broke when he picked up on it. However, with the alcohol about to course through your veins, it would be harder from him to be able to pick up on whether you were drunk or going through it. Regardless, he was going to make sure that you were having fun and not thinking about your ex.

“Hey,” Flynn said, “why don’t we start the karaoke? I think we all have enough alcohol in our systems to do this.”

“I vote for Alex to go first!” You said, raising your hand. “Do Micheal Bublé.”

“Woah, hold up, I never even said-“

“It doesn’t matter. What I say goes. Now go.” He sighed, laughing as he stood up from the booth. He went over to the guy and told him what song he wanted to do. They got everything set up, and Alex got on stage.

���Let’s go, Alex!” You cheered on, making him smile and blush just a bit— though that wasn’t entirely visible from where you guys decided to sit.

The song started playing, and Alex started singing. It took you a few seconds to recognize the song but you figured it out.

“Oh, he’s singing Feeling Good. I love that song,” you whispered to Reginald, the bassist, who was sitting next to you. He looked to you over his shoulder, smiling. He hadn’t seen you so “out there” since you got back. It was nice to see you getting back to normal. Though, he didn’t actually know why you weren’t normal to begin with.

And I’m feeling… good.

You cheered Alex on again, dancing along to the beat with the whole band. Alex didn’t sing much, but when he did you cherished those moments. That’s why he songs Now or Never and Stand Tall on the band’s very first album are your favorite.

“God, I love his voice,” Reggie said, as if he read your mind.

“Yeah, and look at him,” you pointed out the way his body is moving with the music. The way he was just lost in a musical haze. It was enchanting. “That’s what his anxiety covers up.”

Alex soon finished, hopping off of the stage with an embarrassed smile on his face.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, babe,” you said, noticing his expression. “That was the best performance tonight by far. Not even Julie could compare to how amazing that was.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” she said, drawing out the ‘thanks’ in a sarcastic way. You raised your glass to her.

“Anytime, Jules,” you replied, raising your eyebrow and taking a sip. She laughed, letting the comment you made slip— for now at least.

“Hey, I have an idea!” Flynn exclaimed. “How about we take a couple photos and post them to our accounts? Y’know, to celebrate this very special moment.” Everyone collectively agreed. Pictures were taken left and right— and others were taken throughout the night, too— and each person had a different photo that they were each going to post. You had decided that you were going to post yours now, not wanting to forget later on tonight or tomorrow.

You captioned it:

Just continuing a small tradition tonight with music and alcohol. maybe if he lets me, i’ll post Alex singing Feeling Good 😏🤍

It was perfect and you posted it, after letting everyone see it to make sure it was OK. Within minutes people already saw it and were liking and commenting. You made sure to turn your phone off before it started going crazy. Julie and Luke decided to go up and do a duet with each other. They choose Little Do You Know. Their voices were beautiful singing the song. They mashed just so perfectly. You recorded them, knowing that you would 100% show them this at their wedding. (They aren’t engaged, but it’s bound to happen sooner or later.)

You weren’t paying attention to the notifications spamming the top of your screen, though you did look back once to see if the camera was aligned with their bodies. That’s when you saw a specific notification. One thing that you absolutely forgot when you posted that photo was that Måneskin could still see your posts. The only reason you remembered was because Victoria responded to your post.

Ahhh you look amazing!!!😘

The second you saw it, you put your head in your hands, mentally slapping yourself. If Victoria saw it, then the rest of the band is going to see, meaning Damiano would see it. Fuck, you thought to yourself.

“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?” Alex asked, placing a hand on your arm. You looked up at him showing him the comment. “I don’t understand.”

“Victoria commented. Meaning Damiano’s probably gonna see it.”

“Not if he’s blocked.”

“I didn’t block him, we’re still mutuals.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, Alex. Maybe I just haven’t gotten to it yet.” You realized the angered tone in your voice, not meaning to be rude to Alex. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.”

“No, it’s okay. Hey, maybe if he does end up seeing it, he’ll just be jealous. Damiano will see everything he’s missing out on.”

“What is Damiano missing out on?” Julie asked, sitting back down with Luke.

“Oh, it’s nothing-“ Alex started, but you cut him off.

“I left Italy because Damiano was talking to another girl. It caused too many problems, so I left.” Everyone went silent. Everyone’s eyes softened at you, unsure of what to say.

“Y/N…”

“It’s fine. I’m here now. It doesn’t matter.” Silence fell once again, especially on Alex’s behalf. He knew you weren’t fine, he knew it mattered— whether you said it or not. “Sorry if I kinda killed tonight’s vibe.”

“N-No, you’re fine,” Reggie said. “You did nothing wrong.”

“Yeah, you didn’t ruin anything. I am glad that you told us, though. We’ve been worried.” Luke said, putting his arms on the table and leaning forward just a bit. You felt your phone vibrate but didn’t think anything of it— probably just another person on Instagram.

“Sorry that I made you guys worry. I just wasn’t sure how to bring it up. It’s just been a hard couple of days. This shit isn’t easy,” you explained, mumbling the last part. Everyone stayed silent, none wanting to make something worse.

“Luke, why don’t you and the guys go grab some food?” Julie suggested, placing a hand on Luke’s back, turning her attention back to you.

“Oh, yeah. Guys, let’s go,” Luke said, getting the hint. The boys got up and left, each giving you a sympathetic look. The girls, on the other hand, all stayed behind.

“Alright, listen up,” Flynn started. “Tonight is not the night to mope around. You can do that tomorrow when you’re hungover.”

“Right now,” Julie jumped in, “you’re gonna forget about that asshole, get your ass out there, and sing your heart out, dammit!” Your eyes widened at the girls’ sternness. A smile started creeping from your lips, Julie and Flynn following behind you. Soon enough, the three of you started laughing your asses off.

“Ok, ok, I’m convinced. I’ll have fun tonight. Thanks,” you said, trying to shake off the laughter so you can speak. You grabbed your drink, taking a sip of it. It was the same drink Luke got you earlier. Damn it, Luke. You shook your head to shake off the kick the drink had. Flynn chuckled at your antics, taking a sip of her, not as strong, drink. The guys soon came back with some snack-type items in their hands.

“Are we all good now?” Alex asked, setting down the plate on the table and looking your way.

“Yep, we’re all good now,” Julie answered, taking a sip of her drink. You chuckle at her, reaching for some of the food on the table. “But, Y/N’s about to sing for us.”

“Woah, wait, now?”

“What did I say? You’re gonna sing your heart out.”

You groaned, slumping back in your set in a joking— yet, not entirely joking— way. “Julie, I didn’t realize that you meant right now.”

“Ok, so? Get up there, Y/N! C’mon it’ll be fun.” You contemplated. I should go, you thought, it could be fun.

“Fine, I’ll go,” you announced, getting up from your seat. Reggie and Flynn got up from theirs so you could get out. When you got up, you turned to Reginald.

“C’mon, you’re doing this with me,” you said, grabbing his arm and dragging him over to the guy supervising the karaoke.

“I didn’t really wanna sing right now. Nerves, y’know?” Reggie explained.

“So? Reggie, I get that nerves are real, but there’s no way in hell I’m doing this alone.” You opened up a book full of songs, and was going through the selection.

“Why couldn’t you just get someone else?”

“Because I think our voices clash very well together.” You turned your head to him and gave him a smile. He shyly smiled back. You looked back at the book and held it up to Reggie. “What about this one?” you asked, pointing to a song. Reggie read it and smiled.

“Yeah, let’s do it,” he said, grabbing the pen and marking off the song and writing your names. You stood back, waiting for him to finish. When he did, he turned around.

“Alright, I’ve got us down. Wanna head up?” He asked, holding his hand out with a playful smile.

“Let’s do it,” you said, grabbing a hold of his hand, him taking you up the stairs and into the stage.

When you walked up, you saw the screen in front of you turn on, switching to the lyrics of the song. The lights were bright, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. You saw some people stare at you, but it was mainly the rest of the band. Reginald walked to the microphone set up on the far left, you took the other. The song started playing, immediately relaxing you. Maybe this isn’t as bad as I thought. The song you chose was a favorite of you and Reggie— Meet Me At Our Spot. Of course, the band loved it too, but they got bored with it after a while since you two were always blasting it wherever you went. You actually had some inspiration from this song and wrote a little tune, but you had no lyrics at the moment.

When I wake up

I cant even stay up

I slept through the day, fuck

I’m not getting younger

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“Victoria, you don’t understand-“

“No, you don’t understand, Damiano!” Victoria raised her voice at him. They never argued. They’ve known each other since childhood and nothing had ever caused an issue, except for this.

“I did nothing wrong.”

“Really? ‘Cause it looks to me that you broke your lovers heart.”

“Y/N left me,” he said, trying to reason.

“They might have physically left, but, Damiano, you were gone a long time ago.” She started towards the front door of his house, grabbing her keys.

“Where are you going?” Damiano asked.

“Home. But, let me tell you something first, Dami.” She put her hand on the doorknob. “It doesn’t matter how you try to defend yourself, you fucked up. You broke Y/N’s heart. You were talking to someone else. The damage is done. If you’re gonna try and get them back, you’re gonna have to try really damn hard. You want to get Y/N back, right?”

Silence followed. Victoria gave him a second to compose himself, but ultimately feared the worst. “Dami…”

“I mean, yeah, but-“

“No buts. You shouldn’t be saying ‘but’, you have no reason to.” Damiano just looked at her. “Wow… unbelievable.” Victoria opened the door and walked out, slamming the door behind her. Damiano walked up to the door and locked it. He headed back to the living room and heard his phone ding. He picked it up and saw that you had posted a photo.

Just continuing a small tradition tonight with music and alcohol. maybe if he lets me, i’ll post Alex singing Feeling Good 😏🤍

He sighed. He unlocked his phone, and went to go see the photo you posted. You looked nice. Happy. What was the tradition again?

Right, karaoke. The weekend before the band records an album, everyone goes to a karaoke bar. He scrolled down a bit and saw a comment. He saw Victoria’s comment.

Ahhh you look amazing!!!😘

He figured that she saw the post before she pulled out of his driveway. He debated on what he should do.

Yeah, he fucked up. But, it really wasn’t that bad. It’s not like he cheated. It was just talking. He wanted to tell you that you look great, but wasn’t sure how you would feel about it. Like Y/N would care what I think, he thought to himself. You never broke up, though. Plus, he needs to know what’s going on, how you’re doing. He’s concerned. Couldn’t be the worst thing— it’s not like the internet knows yet.

Ok, I’ll just just comment.

——

Caught a vibe

Baby, are you coming for the ride

I just wanna look into your eyes

I just wanna stay for the night, night, night

You and Reginald were jamming out to the song, as per usual. Everyone was loving it, even the rest of the band. It was the most fun you’ve had in a hot second.

When we take a drive

Maybe we can take the 405

Hypnotized by the light

Man, this must be the life

As the song ended, everyone cheered you two on. You went over and hugged Reggie on his side, him giving a small hug back. You guys walked back to your booth, the whole band full of excitement. Alex got up from his seat and let the two of you in, you sitting in the corner of the booth.

“That was amazing!” Luke exclaimed.

“Thanks, we had fun,” Reggie said, practically reading your mind.

“Definitely.”

“Your voices go so well together,” Flynn remarked.

“That’s exactly what I said!” you said, hitting Reginald’s shoulder so he knows your point is proven.

“Ok, we don’t have to be violent about it,” he joked, smirking just a bit.

“Yeah, whatever. I’m gonna go to the restroom real quick. I’ll be back,” you said, waiting for Alex and Reggie to stand up so you can go. You grabbed your phone, stood up, and made your way to the restroom. When you got to the restroom, you went to one of the stalls but checked your phone before you did anything else. However, you almost immediately regretted it because you saw that Damiano had commented on your photo.

What the hell does he want?

You read what he had commented, and, honestly, you wanted to laugh.

You look great tonight, as you do every night, amore

You couldn’t believe it. Amore, really? you thought to yourself. You looked up from your phone, looking at the stall door. You contemplated what to do next:

For starters, keeping the comment wouldn’t be out of the norm for your followers. They knew about you and Damiano. However, if you deleted (which you really wanted to do), everyone would notice. People would speculate. Or, you could just go off on Damiano privately. That would be too harsh. But, this is your account— your decision. Do you want to have your cheater boyfriend compliment you the way he did?

You know what, do it later, you thought, turning off your phone and finally, actually, using the restroom.

Once you finished, you exited the stall and walked over to the sinks. You washed your hands, not able to get that damn comment off of your mind.

You walked out of the restroom and back over to the booth, but you didn’t sit down.

“Alex,” you said, standing next to him. “Can I talk to you?” He looked up at you, unsure of what you wanted to talk about, but got up anyway. You grabbed his hand and pulled him outside.

When you two got out there, you sat down on a bench, Alex following your move.

“Is everything alright?” You opened your phone and went to Instagram, showing Alex to comment Damiano left. “Oh.”

“Yeah. I just don’t know what to do, and it is tearing me apart. Do I delete it? Do I keep it? Do I argue with him?”

“Delete the comment, and, Y/N, please, block him on social media. You don’t have to block his number, but you should block him everywhere else.”

“Why not his number,” you asked.

“Because you need closure. At some point, you’re gonna want to text him or call him and try to get some understanding as to why he did what he did. You haven’t actually broken up yet. Maybe that’s how you finish off?”

After a moment of contemplation (again), you nodded your head slowly.

“Ok. Yeah, ok, I’ll do that.” You lowered your head and searched through your following to find Damiano’s account. You clicked the three dots at the top, and looked for the block button.

“You sure this is the right thing to do?”

“Yes. Want me to do it?”

“No, no, it’s fine. I can do it.”

You looked at the button for a second. You’ve never even thought of blocking him before. I’m your mind, he was the one. Now? Well, you’re blocking him because he cheated on you, so obviously your idea of him completely shifted.

I can do this.

Your hands started shaking slightly, your heart was beating like crazy.

I can do this.

Slowly, you moved your finger over the button.

Click it, it’ll be fine.

And, so, you did. You clicked the button.

You felt free.

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Poly party summer fun headcanons, part 2 ! 😀 (this got way too long so I’m posting it as it is, and if I get more ideas, or if you guys want to send me anything 😉, I’ll either reblog this post or make a new one.) Enjoy!

(part 1 can be found here)

Amusement park: (these are based on amusement parks I have been to since they're all I know, lol)

IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER

- they go early so they can do everything (twice) but they also stay until it gets dark bc El wants to see all the lights

- one of her favorite rides is the big ship that swings back and forth because it feels like flying

- Max, Lucas, and Dustin take El on her first roller coaster ride, and it's super scary but she also loves it (Robin and Nancy go, too)

Lucas and Dustin scream like little girls on the roller coaster and become the butt of many jokes about it (most of them from Max)

Max and Lucas would totally try to kiss for the roller coaster camera (idk why okay, stop me) but the photo would look absolutely ridiculous and Max’s hair is fuckin EvERYWHERE

El uses some of her money to buy a copy of the photo (she buys a copy of their photo from every ride, it's a lot of money, but the others help her out with it), and when she gets home, Will helps her make a collage of all the photos that she puts up in her room

- El also wants caricatures, but they don't have enough money for everyone (so she just gets one of herself). Will watches the artist, who gives him tips on how to do it so he can draw some for El later (and he totes does bc good brother vibes)

- they do the ferris wheel last bc it is super romantic (even more so at night), and everyone wants to go with everyone else. Max wants to go up every time someone else does bc she wants to try to spy on them, lol

Groups, in order from side to other side (sitting, not riding order):

for her very first time: Max/El/Mike (her two bffs, aka her bf and gf)

Mike/Will

Max/Lucas

Dustin/Suzie

El/Max/Lucas

El/Mike/Will

El/Mike

El/Max

the guy running the ferris wheel is just like “you kids again???” bc they keep just getting off the ride and going straight to the back of the line to go up again, but eventually they have to stop bc the park is literally about to close and they’ll be kicked out

- there's also a haunted house ride and El absolutely has to ride with Mike bc when she is scared or feels like she's in danger, he's always been the best at making her feel okay again. She clings to him throughout the ride, but ends up laughing at how cheesy not-scary most of the effects are.

- as exhilarating as the drop rides are, El doesn’t like going on them too much but she can do it like, once. maybe twice.

- Lucas and Max, and Dustin and Will, like that ride that’s like the ferris wheel except you’re in a cage and you can manipulate the cage (by spinning it and stuff) to take you upside down. Dustin and Max do it too much, like to an extreme, and Will and Lucas are like “stop, the world is literally spinning” and they’re very disoriented when they get off

- there’s a rapids ride, and since the rafts are big enough to hold 8 people, the whole party is able to go together in one, and then the teens can go together in another one. they totally get sprayed by bystanders. 

- there's a shooting game (like where you go through a tunnel on a track, and targets pop up and you shoot them)

Lucas is the best and El rides with him bc the best should introduce the newbie, and she has so much fun, it's nothing like the guns she's experienced in her previous (lab) life.

Max and Dustin fight really hard to be second best.

Mike and Will go together and compared to the others, they suck, but that's okay they have fun anyway, and they joke about their own terribleness.

- Dustin buys those deep-fried snacks (you know the ones I mean) and he is literally the only person in the group that likes them (okay, not true, Robin can handle them, too)

El, against the advice of the others, wants to try those snacks bc she’s never heard of anything like that before, and the first time she takes a bite, her face goes through a range of like 10 emotions bc she’s being assaulted by flavors-

but after she manages to swallow it, she’s like “wow, that was amazing” and the others are like “...you serious??”

Mike is just like “that is disgusting and I’m not kissing you after that lol” and El is just like “but...why?” (he totes does tho, he doesn’t give a f, he’s kissing his gf bc he just can’t resist the cuteness)

Nancy, even though she doesn’t necessarily like it, can totally handle taking a bite and finishing it (like that beer from season 1) and Robin is like “that’s impressive, band geek” and Nancy’s just like “I’m not in band” (idk lol)

- El wanting to try EVERY food but the others have to cut her off bc it’s so expensive and she will get so sick

- Mike being a good bf and holding souvenirs bought by his bf and gf (Will totally buying a sweet little something for his awesome mom) (El totally doing the same thing to remind herself of Hopper, but she keeps it in her room instead)

- Lucas also being a good bf for the same reason but complaining about it, lol

- everyone goes on the log ride (you might know it as the flume) bc there isn’t a person on earth who doesn’t like that ride, and even tho she knows about the impending splash, El is still super surprised when it happens

Groups, in order (front to back):

El, Mike, Max, and Lucas (Max is explaining to El over Mike’s shoulder that “you absolutely HAVE TO be in the front, it’s the best way”)

Suzie, Dustin, Steve, and Robin (irrelevant but don’t tell me Robin sits in front of Steve, there’s no fuckin way, she’s not his gf, also Steve and Dustin just have to sit together bruh)

Will, Dustin (bc obvsly he goes on again), Nancy, and Jonathan

Mike has his arms around El like he thinks he’s going to protect her from the huge spray of water (but his skinny arms won’t protect shit lol) and he somehow manages to make a decent photo come out of him kissing her cheek while she is simultaneously screaming (good screaming)

- everyone loves the bumper cars (Jonathan and Suzie hang back tho, to hold everyone’s stuff and cheer from the side)

Max, as the only one (sans teens) who has actually driven a car before, rides with El so she can teach her how to do it

her and Lucas (with his passenger Will) are automatically in competition with one another (”you’re going down!” “no, YOU’RE going down!”)

Robin, riding by herself, goes after Steve and driver Nancy (who’s surprisingly good at this)

and Dustin (passenger Mike) gangs up with Robin to take on Steve and Nancy, which makes Nancy even more determined now to destroy both of them

Steve’s a little afraid of Nancy when she’s like this, lol

eventually Dustin and Robin are like “okay okay, we’ll stop! jesuschrist, how did you get so good at this??” (but also they are just in total awe of Nancy) and they just go after each other instead

- El doesn’t like spinning rides (too dizzy and they totally make her tummy “feel weird, like there’s a storm in it” “uh oh, you’re nauseous, El” “naw-shus?” “yeah, like sick, here, sit down for a minute”), but Will loves them and he’s there for her

- the sky ride (the one that takes you from end of the park to the other), groups:

Mike and Will on one side, Max and El on the other (the seats are basically little cabins, seats for 4 people)

Lucas and Dustin on one side, Jonathan and Steve on the other

Robin on one side (she totally takes up the whole double space, putting her leg up), Nancy and Suzie on the other

- carousel ride! (during the day)

El wants the prettiest horse

Max gets the most badass thing which is like...a wolf??

Lucas and Dustin ride only bc there’s a game where you can try to throw rings into a hole while going around (they each get one in by pure luck but otherwise suck). they don’t really care what animals they get, they just need ones that move up and down. Dustin gets a cat with a fish in his mouth, and Lucas ends up just picking a rabbit before everything is taken and he doesn’t have a choice anymore. The others fuckin laugh at the image of Lucas riding a rabbit

Suzie gets another horse

Will gets a lion which doesn’t move up and down but he’s okay with that, he’s kinda just going bc everyone else is

Mike gets stuck with a horse bc he was at the back of the group and by the time he gets there, every other non-horse animal is taken (but they joke about how he should have gotten the non-moving giraffe, taken by Steve, bc it’s so tall and gangly like him lol)

Nancy gets a horse

Robin takes the wild boar bc “dude that is the most badass animal on a carousel I have ever seen!”

Jonathan stays behind, no matter how much the others beg, but he takes lots of really good pictures (including the one time Dustin gets the ring in the hole and then cheering, then also him and Lucas high-fiving, and the various couples exchanging really cute looks, and El having the best time ever bc she’s never been on one of these before)

they go on the carousel one more time near the end of the night and this time Jonathan gives in and rides with them, but he sits in one of the benches that’s just there for the parents), and he still takes pictures as best he can without getting up and moving

- photo booth photos! (I’ll leave the silly face ones up to your imagination)

El and Max (one super close hug with faces pressed together, one kiss, one silly faces, and one smiles)

Will and Mike, but Max and El totally burst in for like, the last 1.5 pictures, it doesn’t ruin them tho, Mike and Will just ignore them (one nice smiles bc they’re like “what do we do??”, one hug, one kiss being interrupted by the girls in the background, one candid laughing while the girls wave at the camera)

Will and Mike again (one candid of Mike holding the curtain shut to make sure no interruptions and Will laughing, one kiss (non-interrupted), one silly faces, one just being super cute and close together and leaning on each other)

Max and Lucas (one smiles, one kiss, one of her pretending to look tough by putting him in a headlock or putting a fist next to his face like a punch, one that was supposed to be funny faces but instead is her looking off to the side where Mike has opened the curtain and stuck his head (with his tongue out) in as revenge and Lucas with that look of “dude, really??” on his face)

Dustin and Suzie (one kiss, one smiles, one nose-to-nose, one super close together leaning on each other cute)

Mike and El (one smiles, one kiss, one of him like surprise-trying to pull her into his lap kind of thing idk and her just looking super surprised but happy but also Max is in the background ruining YET ANOTHER picture, and one candid of them giggling about the previous picture with their foreheads pressed together almost nose-to-nose)

Mike and El again bc she wants non-interrupted photos (one with her actually sitting in his lap this time (she did this beforehand so he wouldn’t scare her again with the surprise-pulling thing), one of them pretending to look all hoity-toity like super models, one with her arms around his neck and his arms around her waist and they’re all close and cute sort of candid, and one just like the last one except they’re looking at the camera and smiling)

Will and Mike and El (one with Mike in the middle while his gf and bf give him a kiss on each cheek, one with El hanging over Mike’s shoulders in sort of a half-piggyback and he and Will are laughing, one with Mike and Will kissing while El makes a funny face at the camera, one of them all making funny faces at the camera)

Max and El and Mike (one with El in the middle, Max’s arms are around her waist almost dipping her backwards, her legs are up in the air (as far up as they can go in the tiny booth) and her head is tilting back onto Mike’s shoulder with his arms around her shoulders and he’s pressing a kiss to her hair, one with El kissing Mike’s cheek while he and Max make funny faces, one with Max behind them and her arms over both of their shoulders pulling them all close and their faces squished together with this super big cheesy grin while Mike is laughing at El’s funny face, one with Mike and El kissing and Max sitting next to them making the 👌🏻 symbol and winking at the camera, bc she just has to get sassy)

Bonus, more teens:

- Robin takes Steve on all the crazy rides (aka drags him, makes him go, etc.) They both get a little sick, but for her it's totally worth it (for him...not so much)

- Dustin and Robin get along hella bc he joins them on the crazy rides and is just @steve like “what are you, a pussy?”

- Nancy has to remind Jonathan that the kids will be FINE, and they don't need to hover around them all evening, "let's go enjoy ourselves"

- Nancy likes roller coasters, CHAnGE mY MInD

- Steve and Robin totally scream when they go on the drop ride together, except Robin’s scream is more “holy shit, exhilarating and so exciting! whooooo!” while Steve’s is more “this is fun but also I’m totally gonna die!!”

- Steve is a boss at those games where you have to throw something at/into/onto a target and he wins a stuffed animal

- Robin is p decent at those games too, but she’s not a match for the king (she comes close though, they actually turn it into a competition to see who can win more stuff)

- Nancy kicks butt at that game where you shoot a spray of water and make the target thing rise to the top or race or whatever (any shooting game, really), you know what I mean (Jonathan fucking fails, sorry Jonathan)

- Steve totally wins that game where you swing a mallet and try to ring the bell. Robin doesn’t win but she gets way closer than they thought she would and Steve’s “wtf”. Dustin is also stronger than he looks, and even tho he doesn't win, he can at least lift the (smaller) mallet, which is more than any of the others can do.

- Robin HAS to do that game where you try to climb the flat, almost horizontal rope ladder to the end and she doesn’t even make it halfway before she falls, but it’s hilarious

- Nancy also tries that game after some goading from the others, and she makes it farther than Robin (about halfway) but still fails fantastically. And then she takes a bow.

[silverkamori]

Openings for comic roles!

Helllooo!!!!! I’m working on a comic! This is the cover photo and the comic will be in this style! I wanted to do something special for my followers in my summer project this year! (why my arts been so slow lol, and finals are right around the corner for me yikes!)

Some core background info: This will take place in the past, there will be time travel involved because in this AU volo is from the past. (Time traveled to the time era in game from the past, it’s why he has so much knowledge on myths and legends as he lived through them all. It also explains how he knew, and was friends with Giratina even when the knowledge on the legendary was missing.)

Volo is one of the three holy wardens, being the guardian of Giratina. His partner is a dunsparce that he lost in game due to the time skip, (I just really like dunsparce XD and his in game outfit matched their color scheme so I found it fitting, i also made an ancient form for dunsparce but i might work on it before i upload the first slides)

the two open character spots are ‘siblings’ to volo. But in the adopted way, as the legendary trio is deemed the ‘Almighty sinnoh siblings” their wardens match this, as its important to their culture. The three legendries are worshipped equally in the celestic village (location is celestic ruins in the past.)

More side notes/how to enter! 

 1. If you wish to enter, dm the stuff I listed above, all chapters I post with your characters I’ll tag/give credit to in the description of the posts they are present in! (because i respect giving credit! heh)

 2. Another note on the genders! I wanted to do a swap for genders because in game adaman has dialga, so on. But if your characters identify as they/them. That’s fine too! Just let me know so I can use the right pronouns!  

I’ll give this like two weeks (my finals are done in two weeks so itll give me time to study and start the first few pages before the characters come in!), and select two characters to be in the comic! if you dont make it in as the wardens ill have later openings for background characters and potentially a royalty spot if i dont stick with the concept art I have. 

i have five pages already ready, just need to transfer them to my drawing tablet lol, i did them on paper.

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reblogs would be great to help spread this around!! 

[frannyzooey]

I posted 2,340 times in 2021

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#when you haven’t been inspired in a while and you watch almost famous and are suddenly writing a jeff bebe one shot no one asked for

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

some days it is enough to just think about the story you want to write.

daydream about it with a secret smile, let the plot run it’s course in your mind while you drive to work, imagine several different endings while you grocery shop, brainstorm dialogue while you shower, let it all linger pleasantly in your mind while you drift off to sleep.

some days that’s all you have time for and that’s ok.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

781 notes • Posted 2021-06-21 14:15:17 GMT

#4

I commissioned the lovely and amazingly talented @shuploc to draw Western Din from Take Me To Church and I cannot BREATHE right now:

The expression, the details — his skin texture, the slivers of grey in his beard, the specks of bright color throughout — the quality of this is truly masterful and I am so very thankful for this beautiful creation!

Beyond kind, extremely helpful, very professional and extraordinarily talented — @shuploc I cannot even begin to thank you enough for making this vision a reality. THIS IS HIM, how I’ve always envisioned him and I can’t stop grinning right now.

That man above and this:

He looks down at you, his gaze soft with affection and you admire the dark green fabric tucked under his chin, the kerchief tied neatly around his neck. His face is shadowed by the brim of his hat and he smiles before lifting it off his head so he can lean down to kiss you. Standing on your toes, you stretch as tall as you can and he laughs into the kiss, his lips catching against yours for a moment before pulling away.

THIS IS EVERYTHING ❤️

Thank you thank you thank you! 😍😍

906 notes • Posted 2021-04-28 17:16:38 GMT

#3

Weeknights

Summary:  In search of a weekly babysitter for his daughter, Frankie Morales asks the daycare if they would recommend someone. Directing him to a college nanny website, he searches through the bios one night, coming across yours: the credentials and qualifications just what he is looking for, he decides to hire you. The photo on the website grainy and outdated, he isn’t quite prepared when you show up at his door the first night - beginning a professional relationship that slowly slides into a personal one.

Rating: what’s a rating that’s not explicit (don’t even get me started on how I don’t even know because all I write is filth, lol) 

Warnings: age gap (~10 years), eventual employer/employee relationship, pining?, fem!reader, eventual smut (I’ll raise the rating when we get there)

CHAPTER ONE: MONDAY

Arms full at pickup; one with his kid, the other with her bag, he had asked one of her teachers for a recommendation on where to find a sitter.

“Just like a once-a-week thing”, he explained, shifting to balance the weight of his daughter as she fit her face into the fold of his neck. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, the chaos of the classroom rushed around his legs as he listened to the woman tell him about a website – some kind of college nanny thing - and he mentally took note with a nod, thanking her before leaving.

Later that night, after dinner time and bath time and story time and finally bedtime, his body slumped into the couch and his feet resting on the edge of the coffee table, he scrolled through the site. Certifications meaning the most to him, especially in his line of work, he liked your bio; the listing of CPR, first aid and water safety listed under your small and grainy picture. 

Scrolling further down, he read through your details - currently enrolled in a graduate program at a nearby school (an older student, he liked that), the screen listed that your schedule was flexible, that you lived in the area and that you were looking for something part time. Perfect.

Clicking on the “Contact” button, he quickly typed out an email and hit send before tossing his phone on the couch; a broad two-handed swipe of his hands over his face with a sigh before shuffling off to bed.  

In the morning, leaning against the counter while waiting for the coffee to be ready, he checked his emails. Mostly spam, half a dozen or so old notifications from the daycare app with pictures of Lucia’s day yesterday, a couple of work emails. Surprisingly, the site had already contacted him to set up the first appointment. The short message outlining that you’d accepted and confirming the date and time of your first shift, he was relieved to have something in place for this week, not wanting to get anymore shit from Santi about missing another guys night.

Just hoping you were as good as your bio said, he didn’t expect you to be so pretty.

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984 notes • Posted 2021-01-09 15:17:40 GMT

#2

Telling you to come in, you slip your shoes off and set your bag down in the entry way before following him into the house. You take in the neat spaces – sparse décor (typical for a single man), Barbie's scattered around on the carpet, a small plate of sliced apples on the coffee table in the living room – and he keeps walking, leading you into the kitchen.

Tight

gif credit: @di-n​

Summary: Din comes back from a hunt to find you in his bunk. 

Rating: Explicit — size kink like whoa

A/N: This is dedicated to @silksaddle who sent me the filthiest audio clip of this man followed by this gif. Thank you for being so inspiring ❤️

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Maybe if you hadn’t been so deeply asleep you would have heard him.

Maybe if the kid hadn’t kept you up for the last three days, you would have been woken by the hum of the ramp, by the stomp of his boots as he climbed it, by the soft, heavy sound of a body being dragged behind him.

Maybe if you hadn’t grown tired of waiting for him, eventually crawling into his bunk to sleep, you would have been ready for him when he finally did come back.

Well, that’s not true. You were ready for him, his modulated voice echoing in your head as you got ready for bed that night, you had felt a shiver of anticipation down your spine at the memory.

“I don’t want you to wear anything but this when you sleep in my bed, okay?” 

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1180 notes • Posted 2021-10-21 18:14:46 GMT

#1

Need

Summary: Frankie needs you. 

Rating: Explicit, feelings?

A/N: idk what the hell this is - I sat down to write something else entirely and this poured out. This is not Box Set Frankie - this fic is set right after his mission in the movie. Hope you enjoy it!

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“I need you.”

Frankie’s husky voice sounded tired, almost slurred over the phone and you close your eyes with a deep sigh, relief flooding through you as you rolled over in bed, staring the dark ceiling.  

“Where are you? You said you’d only be gone for the weekend, said –”

“I know what I said”, he replies, and you hear the rustle of bedding as he shifts position. Hotel bed and not a hospital, you hope. “I need you. Can you come?”

You say nothing, a strange swirl of anger, frustration and relief churning in your stomach, a small dash of lust at the sound of his sleepy voice. You hear him breathing on the other end of the line, the slow, comforting sound of it and you want nothing more than rest your cheek on his chest like you do in bed; the same steady breathing lulling you to sleep.

Reaching to click the small bedside lamp on, you dig in the drawer for a pen and paper and he can hear the fumbling, a smile spreading on his face as he pictures you on your side of the bed, probably wearing the same old t-shirt of his that you always wear. 

“Where are you?”, you ask, pen in hand, ready to write. He tells you the name of the city, of the hotel and you scribble all the details down.

“I’ll come in the morning”, you reassure him, clicking the light off again. “I’ll call you when I’m on my way.”

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1225 notes • Posted 2021-01-28 02:13:54 GMT

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[marveloussupernerd]

Don’t Hate the Player - Oikawa Tooru

Chapter 11: The Party

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Warning: this has two groups of text. One at the beginning and one after the photos

“I got two dresses, just in case,” Tooru smiled as he walked through the door to your hotel room, two giant bags in hand. He unzipped one. “The first..” it was a long red dress with long sleeves and a v-neck. It was stunning.

“But I know how you feel about red SO I picked out another just in case.” He unzipped the other bag, a royal blue strapless dress. “Everyone looks good in cobalt,” he shrugged. “You’ll look beautiful in either.”

“That red is stunning,” you remarked. The blue was pretty, but the red stood out. Well, now what your ex said did make sense. But you wanted to stand out. You reached your hands out and he carefully placed the red dress in them.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he grinned.

The volleyball party was way nicer than you expected. Champagne flutes and fancy foods and everything that they didn’t really need to have a good time. You had been around volleyball players your whole life; they would’ve had just as much fun with pizza and beer.

“It’s really pretty here,” you commented, holding onto Tooru‘s arm.

“I’m so excited to see everyone!” He grinned.

Hinata came running up to the two of you almost immediately. “Oikawa!” He called, excitedly pulling him into a hug. “And Y/N! It’s been a while!” He hugged you as well.

“Hi Hinata,” you grinned. You had hung out with Hinata a few times in the past when you played games with Kenma; you, as all people, were brought in by his peppy personality immediately. “I heard you were getting drunk. Count me in.”

“That would be so fun!!!!” He laughed. “Let me find the other guys and tell em you’re here. Atsumu is practically dying to meet you.”

“I don’t think he‘ll be all that amazed,” you sighed. You turned to Tooru. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick. I have to nervous pee or something.”

He laughed, then kissed your head. “Alright. I’ll just be visiting over here. Unless you want me to walk with you?”

“Nah, its alright.”

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“Oikawa!” Atsumu squealed, running up to hug his friend. “It’s been forever.”

“It has. Last time I saw you we were like what? Acquaintances?”

Atsumu laughed. Once Hinata had spent more time with Atsumu on the MSBY team, he introduced him to Oikawa, knowing the pair would be inseparable. Most of their friendship was made over texts and FaceTimes.

“Not that I’m not excited to see you... but what? Is this mystery girl an enigma? Where the hell is she?”

Tooru laughed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “She went to the bathroom real quick. Say... you didn’t have a girlfriend in high school, did you?”

The boy visibly deflated. “How dare you ask. No I didn’t. Don’t remind me. All the other boys bragged about their girlfriends nonstop.”

Oikawa let out a visible sigh of relief. He didn’t think Atsumu was your ex but... you never know (especially with all y’all’s theories). “She dated a volleyball player in the past. I doubted it was you but... I was a little nervous,” he chuckled.

“Well I can’t wait to meet her. And don’t forget ya still have to say hi to Tobio and Bo. And Wakatoshi, even if you don’t want to. And Samu. He decided to come too.”

“You took your brother as your date?” Oikawa teased.

“Shut up. He wanted to go for business opportunities last minute and Suna refused to take him. Good thing I’m an eligible bachelor,” he winked at his fellow setter. Oikawa rolled his eyes. Then he caught sight of you again, Bokuto talking excitedly to your figure.

“She’s right there,” he pointed to you. “In red. Talking to Bokuto.” He couldn’t hide the fond smile on his face as he watched you interact with him, excitement obvious in the way you held yourself.

Atsumu let out a low whistle. “I haven’t even see her face and I can tell ya she’s pretty.”

“She sure is,” Oikawa agreed, smiling. He turned back to Atsumu.

“Red though? Maybe it’s where I grew up but red was always a scandalous color. Ma always told me that girls who wore red were slutty-“

“Because they were drawing attention to themselves even if they were committed,” Oikawa finished dejectedly.

Oh.

“Yes! Is that a thing everywhere?”

“No.” He looked over at you, a figure approaching you. “I’ve gotta go.”

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Fun facts:

You saved the other dress Tooru got you for a later event

The ex is NOT Atsumu Miya

Hinata gets wine drunk a lot

[paulie-lombardos-boy-toy]

*corny gameshow muisc plays*

It’s time to play “What’s on the Shrine Shelves?”

Item: Wooden cupboard with drawers on the bottom and cabinet doors that are always locked concealing Paulie’s personal shrine to Sam; there are 3 shelves that stretch halfway across the cabinet before it gets separated from the hanging area, which has candid photos of Sam plastered on the back wall

Top shelf: a pair of cufflinks, a maroon tie Paulie remembers Sam wearing on their first collection run as partners, a broken watch Paulie pilfered from his[Sam’s]trash can after a night of drinking with him and Tommy

Middle shelf: tiny doodles Sam would draw on scrap paper before the meetings plus the pens he chews on, his junk mail tied neatly with a pale blue bow(“it matches Sammy’s eyes” Paulie would say, black notebook

Bottom shelf: a single sock, a rum bottle Paulie and Sam shared after Sam’s promotion to capo, his[Sam’s] comb

What’s in the little black book?? 🧐

The pages are filled with nonsensical ramblings and fantasies about Sam and the occasional hit lists that are consistently being marked out and corrected-often very graphic. There are also scarily accurate accounts of Sam’s life outside of work-such as when Sam ate dinner and what exactly he ate as well as his entire morning and evening routine and can tell if he[Sam] did something slightly off.

[feel free to reblog but I’ll probably add to it later]