#I’m kinda insecure

[sunnyrmrez]

Waterfall

[antiquepearlss]

I’m thinking about how Varian likely had no friends before he met Rapunzel which led to him latching onto her and his relationship with her being slightly one sidedly codependent, which made her betrayal all the more painful. I’m thinking about how after he is redeemed he latched onto her even more because she’s practically his savior and his only friend. He only wants to be around her, he places his self worth on her feelings of him, he overthinks every interaction, he is devastated when she doesn’t give him attention, and he is heartbroken when he realizes he’s not her closest friend, when she is his.

[kevinsdsy]

KEVAARON: so, that was awkward. wasn’t it?

here is a short 696 word drabble? one-shot? i wrote on the train inspired by part 10 of the kevaaron socmed au because i know as much as i want to get back into writing i never commit to finishing anything since i’m so busy :( but yeah please enjoy!

Kevin hadn’t actually done anything wrong. So, he didn’t understand why he was feeling like this— like he’d been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to have done. Shame and embarrassment flooded his body as he looked at Aaron. Shane was still messing with his hair, trying to make it somewhat presentable (and desperately failing at it too), and although Kevin already had enough time to have caught his breath after the make out session with Shane in the locker room, he still felt like his breath caught in his throat.

“Hey,” he choked out— looking at Aaron as he totally ignored the figure next to his friend— too focused on hoping Aaron would understand. Kevin wasn’t even sure what Aaron was supposed to understand in the first place. ‘I’m not dating him.’ That seemed like a good beginning, but Kevin couldn’t make sense to why it would matter in the first place.

Kevin hoped Aaron would realise this meant nothing. Shane’s lips trailing down Kevin’s chest and Kevin’s lips on Shane’s neck didn’t mean anything. Kevin didn’t know why it would matter to Aaron anyway. Kevin could kiss and make out with whomever he pleased without having to explain himself. It didn’t stop him from the lingering thoughts about Jean’s taunting words regarding Kevin’s feelings towards Aaron, which Kevin was still determined to believe to be untrue.

Aaron raised his eyebrow as he looked at Kevin and Kevin was sure Aaron could see the shadows of where Shane had put his hands and had left a hot trail of kisses on his body.

“Hey,” Aaron said— it sounded nonchalant enough to seem normal, but Kevin felt the awkward tension hanging around them. It didn’t help that Sebastian Moore, Aaron’s childhood friend— his best friend, really, kept looking at them as if he was watching a tennis match. It took Kevin all his willpower to not shoot him an annoyed glare, but apparently he didn’t have to since Kevin noticed the glare Aaron was sending Sebastian’s way.

Kevin didn’t take note of it as something of importance, especially since it was a facial expression that rested quite a lot on Aaron’s face, anyway. He didn’t dare wonder if the glare could mean something— anything, because if it did it would have meant Kevin had just been caught and worse of all it would mean Kevin had to face his own feelings towards the blond haired guy.

Shane awkwardly cleared his throat behind Kevin’s ear and Kevin was suddenly aware of how the silence had stretched, which seemed weird, because the silence between them had never felt this suffocating.

“Well, Shawn’s waiting for me…” Shane trailed off awkwardly. “It was a nice game. Let’s do it again.” Shane pinched Kevin’s lower back before patting Aaron on the back as he left. “Oh, and don’t let Jeremy and Jean wait for too long.” Shane reminded Kevin with a grin on his face.

“Sure,” Kevin said, although he didn’t move. “We’re going out and hit the city— Get drunk somewhere. You wanna come with?” Kevin offered his night to Aaron.

“No,” Aaron said with pursed lips. “I have plans with Sebastian. You have fun, though,” he said as he looked Kevin and up and down. “Although looks like you already have.” Aaron patted Kevin’s shoulder and it took all effort on Kevin’s side to not flinch at his touch.

“I’ll see you in the morning then,” Aaron said.

“Sure.” Kevin agreed.

Kevin had expected Aaron had meant they would see each other in their shared hotel room as they woke up from their too little hours of sleep.

Instead, Kevin woke up to an empty room. Aaron’s bed was made— although someone had definitely slept in it and Aaron’s overnight bag was not slumped in the corner of the room like it had been a few hours ago.

Kevin ignored the silence in his room and the buzzing sound of his phone as the angry messages from coach Wymack appeared on his screen— mentioning how everyone was already waiting for him and he would send Andrew his way if he wouldn’t be downstairs in the next ten minutes.

[bellwethers]

I just wanted to draw a little kimono inspired painted lady

[twinstxrs]

there’s something so personal about the scene in fantasy high s1e7 where gorgug calls himself stupid & fabian, who up to that point had basically entirely been acting like the bad kids (especially gorgug) were beneath him & had also been the one calling ragh stupid two lines ago, instantly says “okay, do not put yourself down like that. don’t you dare do that to yourself.” like it was obvious he liked the bad kids at that point but the instinct to protect his friends manifesting as an immediate strong refusal of gorgug’s self-deprecating talk kills me. that boy loves his friends so bad oh my god i feel sick.

[javierduffy]

DO IT. WRITE THE JOHN X KIERAN FIC AND I WILL READ IT TRUST

ALSO HAPPY NEW YEAR

happy new year to you as well :] !!! i hope it’s filled with fun and love and light !!!!!!!

WAUGH THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT 💔💔 now idk about a full fic but uuhhmmm i can offer you some silly doodles ? hopefully i’ll have the energy to draw/write them for real soon 😭

and of course the 3rd boyfriend

[aidoneusmusic]

since i won’t be able to record vocals for a little while (im moving rly far and have to ship all my recording stuff!) maybe i’ll share some of the instrumental demos i’ve got done : ))))

in the meantime, though, here’s a lyrical excerpt from Kore with some context to give you an idea of the vibe!

Sunlight, how my love for you came easily

If I go, will you still know to look for me?

My heart breaks, but it aches more

For what I’ve never seen

And maybe it’s naivety,

But I’ve grown tired of green

Fatal curiosity

Beckons me

In the version I’m writing, she gets to know Hades in secret and falls for him, but is still cautious when he asks her to go home with him since he hasn’t revealed much about what “home” is. All she plans to do is visit for a while and then return to the surface. While in Hades, she meets the shades and sees the only living thing — a pomegranate tree — which he says allows him to pass between Hades and the surface world safely, and in secret. This is partially true, but out of selfish desperation and loneliness, he doesn’t mention that eating anything from the underworld binds souls to Hades eternally.

So when they catch wind that Demeter is coming to rescue her daughter, he tells her to eat the seeds so that she may come back — so she does. And so on and so forth, the rest is history. She discovers the truth almost immediately following, the deal is struck, and she has no choice but to leave/return every 6 months.

[seventh-district]

“Why’s he call you Darlin’?”

on my knees begging my brain to stop trying to associate this song with Sam

[chasing-clovers]

what are you working onnn 😊🥰

ahahahaha. aha.

well thank you for asking anon!! <3

so the funny thing with this story is like. i'm incapable of sticking to the Plot. it was initially supposed to be a post nfc championship angst fest for jayden and malik. which it still IS… but also snippets from the entire playoff run. since malik was basically there the entire time and i just. he. they. GOSHHH

i considered being really evil about it and basing it on 'A Pearl" by Mitski. yk. jayden reeling. emotional unavailability. hurt/no comfort. buuut i didn't have the heart to do that LMAO. to give you an idea tho:

Sorry, I don't want your touch It's not that I don't want you Sorry, I can't take your touch It's just that I fell in love with a war

anywayyyyy i'm not even entirely sure that malik was in detroit lol but everything else is pretty canon compliant. so enjoy!

Jayden is buzzing. It’s not alcohol-induced, but it's reflective of his environment—electric and alive, a couple of his guys shoved into a corner booth at an eclectic little dive bar for old time’s sake. It’s the same steady vibration that’s been thrumming in his veins for the last few hours, since Jayden stood holding his breath on the sideline, watching as the ball doinked in for a 37-yard game winner. The very first playoff win of his career. The place glows neon, multicolored lights strung along the walls and glinting off their sparkly silver chains like auroras. Jayden is slouched into the striped cushions of his seat, one arm slung lazily around Malik’s shoulders. He and Brian, the more fortunate bunch who don’t have to worry about their liquor consumption at the moment, toss back shots like they’re liquid gold in a glass. “Just one,” Brian says. “No,” Jayden repeats, for what feels like the millionth time tonight, “I can’t be drinkin’ during the season.” “Good thing it’s the postseason,” Brian quips, leaning back smugly. Jayden laughs, the sound short and pointed. “Yeah, for some of us.” Brian and Malik share an offended look. “Tsk, fuck you,” Malik says, pushing Jayden away in jest. Jayden shoves back, earning another warning punch from Malik that says this is one game you won’t win. He lets it slide. Brian moves on from Jayden’s mild taunt quickly enough. He’s back on his shit almost immediately. “One shot, Jay.” Jayden squints, but a mischievous grin tugs at the corner of his lips. He can give in. Just a little. Just for tonight. He rolls his eyes. “Alright, you’re on."

...

Jayden feels wrecked. Bruised and bloodied and racked bone-deep with exhaustion after the highs of the game have dwindled away—after his mind and body have relinquished all hope of performing a miracle and given way to the pain. And when he stands in his presser, the words barely come, rasping in his throat like something he doesn’t recognize. But it’s no secret how they ended up here, why he now has to face the cameras knowing better than anyone that they’ve just blown it big. Turnovers, penalties, miscues. Lazy execution. The team had played like this wasn’t the most important game of the year, like this wasn’t the goddamn NFC Championship, like they didn’t have a chance to do something historic, like— Like they really were the underdogs. Like maybe they never really had a chance at all.

...

“You killed ‘em, Jay,” Malik says, shaking his padded shoulders like it’s the only way to make Jayden feel the gravity of it. He sways with the motion, stumbling back a step. “Stop,” Jayden groans, his smile big and bright, too proud to really pretend otherwise. Tonight was a fever dream. They’d walked into the lion’s den, literally, and now they were leaving victorious. A decisive 45-31 win on the road against the number one seed in the conference. Against the odds. “I know... this is pretty crazy, huh?” Malik doesn’t say anything, just pulls himself up, planting a kiss right on Jayden’s mouth. “Fucking wild,” he says, then kisses him again, this time on his cheek, right under the cut that’s beginning to heal over. “I can’t believe you.” Jayden raises an eyebrow. “You were doubtin’ us?” Malik slaps his chest, brushing the grass-stained burgundy of his jersey. He scoffs. “Nah, that’s not—you know that’s not what I mean.” “No?” Jayden laughs, low and amused. “What, then?” “Jayden,” Malik says, grabbing at Jayden’s still slightly sweat-slick forearms. His eyes are glittered with awe, his expression soft at the edges. “This is incredible.”

the hurt/comfort part has yet to be written, otherwise i'd include some. but who knows hmmm maybe it'll get done this weekend. i have tonight... and tmrw. not exactly thrilled about the sb matchup so maybe i'll lock in on this :)

[butchrindou]

when i don’t see ran in outfits like these when she’s out of that sweater i feel like popping a blood vessel. She would not wear frilly skirts and stuff that’s cropped she wants to look expensive!!!!

[clockwork-ashes]

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[shy-little-lesbian]

Being shy irl actually sucks btw. Trying to make friends while too shy to say anything more than “my name is” sucks

[edwinisms]

tragic that if he were to go to the beach or something edwin would probably wear a whole modest chest to knee length vintage swimsuit because damn that boy is made for 5” inseam fruity little swim shorts

[ravenlilyrose]

A soulmates universe where the Doctor and the Master aren’t soulmates, but this only makes them more twisted up in each other.

[ninawolv3rina]

Kinda messy Young Fae sketch because uhhhhhhhhhh….

OC: Faedril “Fae” Silvarin (he/him)

[sorchathered]

Ok so I genuinely want to know, and because my fic writing life is ending soon I am feeling like now is a good time to just word vomit whatever I have always wanted to ask. Is there a reason I don’t get asks anymore? Like do I give off a bad vibe and yall just don’t want to talk to me? I’m asking the void obviously because I won’t get any asks for this I’m sure but it’s bothered me for a while. I used to get them all the time and no one ever sends any these days so I was just curious if I’m doing something to annoy people. And also my bpd and depression are crazzzy rn so I’m convinced everyone hates me. Probably will delete this tbh. 😂😂