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I just cannot express the way season 7 is already making me feel on the Buddie front like if we’re gonna end up getting heavily baited (which I don’t think so because ABC is known for following through on queer relationships not to mention Ryan’s revenge for being thrown in PR jail) I’m going to be genuinely DEVASTATED
#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#buck x eddie#buck buckley#buckley diaz family#911 abc#buddie dads#911 fox#911 season 7#911 spoilers#just in case#D 🌸 watches season 7#I’m making my own tag#I need fandom friends#because wiggin out on my own sucks#come freak out with me
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Driftingstars and dreamcaptor fusion au thing! This takes place right after mabel falls through the portal ig dk what im doing lmaooo
(Dreamcaptor au belongs to @neonross )
#gravity falls#gravity falls au#stanford pines#mabel pines#dreamcaptor au#drifting stars au#also im gonna tag this au w#drifting dreams au#just for my own sanity#this took me over 20 hrs#TT-TT#i think it was a good learning experience though#i dont know what i learned but im sure it was something#my art#i tried to make ford look scary but he just looks silly#i’m very happy with how mabel turned out thought#inconsistebt artstyle be damned#i see so many mistakes now but fuck if you think i’m going back and fixing anything#i have so make ideas#frankly i think mabel should get to be a little fucked up and evil just a little as a treat#she deserves it <3#i’m so stupidly proud of the third panel you have no idea#i love mabel so much yap yap yap yap
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Clementine returns. (PHIGHTING!)
deciding to accumulate all of these into a singular post to make my life easier + so that I can have some more food for you all,,, anyways.
My. My son. Clementine my baby my sweet boy,,, Some of these ARE actually reposts but the first 2 are for sure not :3! (I think at least LMAO), enjoy this :3! I must go back to my hole /silly
(Also a bonus as well )
#Yeah I thought it would be best to just#Shove all of these together LMAO#anyways! Here’s my son Clementine :3#He’s my beloved biograft oc and my favorite thing to do with him ever is draw him over cat memes#I know I’ve said it in the past but he’s not actually a biocat#I just draw him as one a lot LMAO#I do wanna like. Put a small thing though since I’ve noticed a bit of a rise in it and it’s that like#Just to nite#this IS my oc#he is an owned character with lore and stuff#Like. If you use these for anything please please PLEASE make sure to credit me#I won’t be upset if you don’t but it’s just very much preferred obviously since he’s MY character and I’m very nervous about him#Getting stolen and stuff#Not mad or anything and it’s not targeted at anyone what so ever but I just think that it should be stated!#Anyways TAG TIME YAAAAY#art#artists on tumblr#phighting!#phighting#digital art#phighting roblox#phighting art#roblox#roblox phighting#phighting fanart#for the memes#funny memes#meme#tumblr memes#humor
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Don’t give me soulmates, give me ‘I’ll find you in every universe not because we are meant to be, but because I chose you over everyone else’. Give me ‘we were never supposed to meet, but I will never love anyone more than you’. Give me ‘the universe didn’t tell us we were destined to be lovers, but I decided to love you anyway’
There’s something inherently more romantic about choosing someone on purpose than just loving them because that’s what is supposed to happen
#yes this is about#Payneland#because everything is about them right now#dead boy detectives#this show owns my soul#but also#as much as I love soulmate AUs#I do have my beef with them#so I had to make this post#also for anyone who’s reading this far down the tags#I’m writing a Payneland soulmate AU#with a twist!!#let me know if you’re interested to hear about it#Charles Rowland#edwin payne#this is about you#THEY WERE NEVER SUPPOSED TO MEET#BUT THEY DID
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i love that fictional woman more than some people love their irl partners
#making my own post cause i’m sick of putting ‘woman* but yeah’ in the tags of posts abt male characters <3#self ship#self shipping#f/o community#fictional other#self ship community#f/o#selfship#self shipper#selfshipper#self shipping community#selfshipping community#selfship community#yume ship#yumeship#fem f/o#wlw selfship#sapphic selfship
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A gift for a friend since they’re really into DC— particularly bat fam. Really fun to draw, love these dorks and the nerd I drew them for
#dc comics#dcu#tim drake#dick grayson#dc robin#nightwing#batfam#sunsets#idk when these particular designs for their suits appear so these might not make sense to be seen together but#shhh#I can only do so much googling to make up for my lack of dc knowledge before I’m just straight-up reading the comics#kabbage's art tag#forgot to add my own art tag lol#facepalming like Sokka
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Dreaming of an absolution . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ .
#EEEEEEE okay screw my last art THIS is my best silver !#if I could I’d make this into a keychain#he’s so cute I want to bite him so bad#notice the blue sky pajamas#notice his back quills sorta forming a moon shape#okay I’m too obsessed with my own art sorry#silver the hedgehog#sonic art#kosmic art#sonic#Sillyver tag
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Thinking about fox shifter!Childe who loves to chase bunny shifter!Reader. He chased you when he first met you, fox paws pinning you down in your squirming rabbit form, until you wore yourself out and he took you home with him. But after he knows you, he still loves the chase.
The tinge of instinctual fear intermingled with nervous thrill in your scent makes his blood pump. His fox ears are out, tail streaming behind him as he chases after you, following the noises you make as you bound and leap through the forest, trying to stretch out the distance between you and him.
You’re fast, but Childe has trained tirelessly over the years to hone his senses and master his body—both human and fox form, and the in-betweens. So he gains on you, your scent growing stronger to the point he can almost taste it.
He can tell you’re tiring.
Once he closes the distance and catches you, hands wrapping around your waist and spinning you around, he pushes you up against a tree. Before you can get a word out, he tears through the sleeve of your shirt with sharp claws, his fox features still present with the adrenaline running through his veins. Your noise of surprise is ignored. He swipes his tongue along your neck, savoring the taste of your skin: slightly salty from running, but your sweet scent is so strong here. Childe can hear your blood pumping, see your pulse fluttering, and he can’t help himself.
He bites.
Sinks his teeth into your skin, where your neck curves into your shoulder. You whine in shock at the sting of pain, but a shiver runs down your spine. His canines are sharper than a normal human’s, but he takes care to not break skin—this time.
He pulls back slowly when you thump your fist into his chest.
“Get off! Why did you have to go and tear my top?”
Childe runs his tongue over his teeth. He can taste you on his tongue, in his mouth, and he grins. “You ran from me.”
Your fingers brush over his bite mark. “I thought that was the whole point of what we planned,” you complain. “Why am I getting punished for it?”
“That’s not a punishment,” he says, blue eyes darkening. “It’s a reminder that I’ll always catch you, no matter how far you run.” He’ll be satisfied with the possessive mark left on your neck for now. It will fade in a few days, but that will be the perfect excuse for him to chase you again.
#and you bite him when you get home because if he gets to do that to you then you want to leave your own mark on him hmph#anyway idk what came over me I wrote this on the floor instead of folding my laundry#tartaglia x reader#childe x reader#genshin impact x reader#x reader#reader insert#tw: suggestive#genshin impact smut#genshin smut#my writing#my writing: drabble#I also need a tag for this shifter au argh I haven’t come up with a fic title yet#does this make sense idk if it makes sense#I’ll look over it after I fold clothes and I’m normal again
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I love you fucked up tv shows I love you gorey movies I love you traumatized characters who perpetuate the cyclical nature of abuse while still managing to remain sympathetic I love you intentionally morally ambiguous media that exists specifically to pose questions about psychology, ethics, and human nature I love you unflinching examinations of what it means to dance the line between acceptable and unacceptable behaviors I love you I love you I love you
#I’m having a moment. happy sugar life was GOOD man#I’m just gonna. tag this with my favorite psychologically scarring media because MAN.#ode to them and the way they make me feel about life and living and the people around me fr <3#happy sugar life#danganronpa#squid game#lolita#demon slayer#goddamnit there’s probably so many more that I’m forgetting#six feet under#<- currently watching that one with my mom and I truly cannot recommend it ENOUGH#future diary#<- MY FUCKING BELOVED. GOD IT’S SO FUCKING GOOD#sweet home#(except i’m ignoring the ending because i personally think it sucked and undermined the whole message of the comic)#feel free to add your own here too btw!! I need some good recommendations teehee :3#your turn to die#FORGOT THAT ONE WHOOPS#saw franchise#corpse party
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What year am I in
this is horrible why do I like these two again they’ve infected my brain
Og image ⬇️⬇️
#please don’t hate me please please#I’m turning all of the smp characters into my own and making my own version of the smp#I’m renaming it too cause FUCK dream#unfortunately. I have to use the tags to get the right audience <//3#dsmp#dsmp fanart#eggpire#skeppy#skeppy fanart#bbh#bbh fanart#badboyhalo#badboyhalo fanart#I’m not gonna make much posts of these two I’m a ninjago account#lynx posting
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Saxaphone player Gallagher has not left my mind since the jazz night art dropped AND THEN Robin saying Halovian’s innately have good voices and Sunday used to hum lullabies to her as kids happened in the 2.2 special program, and I’m sure you guys can see where my unfortunate Galladay heart is going with this.
Whoever decided to make this art, I love you. I hope your pillow is cool every night, you’re never stuck in traffic, and your water is refreshing with every sip.
Also the art of Sunday with the White Gentlemen drink in the S.P.A.R.K.L.E jazz night event has also spiraled into me delusionally thinking that’s his go to drink. Which is hilarious since Robin has hinted before that he seems to have a massive sweet tooth in her letters.
(Sunday how do you even make holding a drink menacing, Sunday please get some therapy-)
So imagine this:
Pre 2.0 Galladay, where they’re both wary and suspicious of each other but didn’t do anything outright. Sunday slowly began to visit Gallagher’s bar whenever he had time to observe the Hound, initially on the down low just to get a sense of what he was working with and what to keep an eye on. He always gravitated to that one corner booth that every bar had with the most privacy, and just stalked there for a few hours before leaving. (Smol menacing birb in a tree vibes)
Gallagher obviously knew that Sunday was doing this (even though everyone else seemed to somehow completely miss him, Gallagher wouldn’t be surprised if Sunday was doing some weird Harmony mind tricks), and after the first few “stakeouts,” he bit the bullet and actually approached the table to engage with Sunday, on the off chance this was some weird “test of loyalty” by the Halovian to see if the Hound would swallow his pride to serve his so-called masters.
Nothing terrible happened, but he remained passive-aggressively polite when serving him, and Sunday remained passive-aggressively cool-headed in response. There was some snark of what dear “sweet-toothed” Sunday would want at a bar, and an icy reply of “aren’t you the master drink smith? Why don’t you show me those skills you boasted about?” which led to Gallagher being petty and giving Sunday the White Gentlemen drink, both for the story behind it being such a metaphor for Sunday, and because it was on the more bitter side of alcoholic drinks.
Sunday wasn’t too against the drink; it wasn’t something he would have ordered if it had been his choice, but it wasn’t a bad drink by any means. He couldn’t help but continue to drink it even after Gallagher left his little hidey booth to go back to the main bar, but he’d never stoop so low as to complement the Hound. Of course, he never ordered anything else from then on, only White Gentleman. In fact, over time it seemed to slowly get better, the flavors grew on him, and he couldn't help but look forward to it during difficult nights in the Dreamscape.
If Gallagher tried to needle him into a different drink, Sunday just bit back a “oh? Admitting defeat? I thought this was your best drink for me?” with a little smirk while Gallagher had to use every bit of self-control to not punch him in the face.
As time went on, the bar slowly became a place Sunday frequented to not quite relax, but to get away from the hustle and bustle of Penacony and his duties as one of its main faces. The stresses slowly started piling up, especially with the Charmony fast approaching in a few months and all that came with it.
Gallagher didn’t seem to loosen up regarding his attitude with Sunday, but he did get better at shoving down the visceral hatred he had for everything to do with The Family and Sunday as time went on. He didn’t get soft with Sunday per se, but he definitely kept an eye out for him, and definitely knew when to cut off his drinks on days where it seemed that Sunday wasn’t all that there for their usual veiled comments towards one another when he went to serve him his drink.
It started small, with Sunday staying later and later until sometimes he was the last one to leave the bar to return to reality. Gallagher wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, still wasn’t quite sure this wasn’t some weird long-term test Sunday was devising, especially since he still seemed to be the same ruthless Family member, the same Head of the Oak Family, when Gallagher was working as a Bloodhound outside the bar. For some reason though, within the enclosed space of this strange sanctuary, it was almost peaceful between the two.
One night, there was something wrong when Sunday entered the bar during Gallagher’s shift. He saw a bit of a crowd near the small stage that was within eyesight of his little hidey booth, it seemed some of the musicians of the live band were arguing? He watched as Gallagher came over, seemed to try to speak with the group before honing in on one of the musicians who had been making the most noise and seemed to be about to get physical with the rest. Sunday watched as Gallagher picked up the musician by the scruff of their suit with one hand and carried them towards the doors and lightly tossed them out.
(It was the first time Sunday had actually seen Gallagher perform anything resembling the actual duty of a Bloodhound. It only hit him that he’d only ever seen the other when giving reports, orders, or at the bar. Why was this so shocking to him, he’d seen the man’s arms before, hard not to with his slovenly dress and messy clothing style, as if he couldn’t bother to hide away his imperfections from the world, not like Sunday who refused to be seen by the world, to dare to show one thing off about himself despite his countless failings- he’s getting far too distracted by one meager showing of strength, focus Sunday)
There had always been a live music segment. Sunday was curious to see what would happen with the band missing a member, but was distracted by Gallagher placing his usual White Gentlemen in front of him before heading back to the musicians without a single word to him. Gallagher took a moment to speak with the rest of the band, who seemed to be coming out of their shock and took on worried looks. Sunday could only watch in muted shock as Gallagher went behind the bar and came back with a case, opening it to reveal a saxophone. He then went on stage with the rest of the group, positioned himself further to the side and in the back amongst the shadows within Sunday’s line of sight, and played with the band for the rest of the night.
Sunday couldn’t look away.
He was frozen as he watched Gallagher seamlessly transition from song to song, taking only small breaks to continue serving the other patrons before heading back in. Sunday only remembered about his own drink when his gloves began to get wet from the ice melting into condensation on his glass.
Something felt off within Sunday, and for the first time since Robin’s debut, he couldn't help humming to the music of the band, music that wasn’t of his own sister’s making. He couldn’t help but remember those little concerts the two would have, taking care of his little sister, his only world. He would do anything to keep the Harmony, to keep their family going. When was the last time they truly spent time together? Before he became the Head of the Oak Family? Before he couldn't recognize his own smile?
He was so lost in his thoughts, in memories he thought he buried, that he didn’t realize that it was once again closing time, and he was once again the last one left. He only snapped out of it when Gallagher came by to grab his empty glass, only quirking a questioning brow at him before heading back to the bar.
Gallagher had been keeping a quiet eye on the Halovian that night from the back of the band, in the shadows he felt the most comfort in when in the Dreamscape of Penacony. He had watched Sunday’s eyes glaze over, and the only reason he hadn’t felt offended by the seeming disinterest was the look in the other man’s eyes reminding him of his own when he looked in the mirror. The same look of shame, regret, loss, longing, of the wishes to regain everything he had lost. The same look he strove to hide under every bit of the facade he had crafted of this new self, but came back all too often with every reference of the Family found within his prison in the Dreamscape.
Maybe it was the shared nostalgia within his own heart, that little bit of his true self that he thought died when the Family tore out everything that made him who he was, that made him return behind the bar and begin making Sunday another White Gentlemen, giving Sunday a small nod to beckon him over. He wasn’t expecting anything from it, and he masked his own surprise when Sunday actually left his little shelter to come and take a seat in front of him at the bar. Even while out of it, Gallagher made note of the quiet confidence the other still carried himself. Nothing seemed wrong to anyone else looking at him, only for the lost look in his eyes.
The first time in the many months that they’ve been skirting around each other, and finally they seemed to be face to face.
It was quiet as Gallagher made Sunday his usual drink, a drink he had been slowly changing over the months to be sweeter and sweeter that Sunday never quite seemed to notice, or if he did, he never said anything, only seeming to savor it more each subsequent night. Maybe not even Gallagher noticed his own changes to the drink, subtle as they were.
It was quiet as Sunday took the finished drink, and it was quiet as his eyes slid over the bartop to see the saxophone case laying open with the instrument inside. It was quiet as Gallagher followed his eyes, as he came out from behind the bartop to take the saxophone out and take a seat in a chair only one seat down from Sunday’s. It was quiet as Gallagher began to play to his audience of one.
It was quiet as Sunday quietly hummed along.
It was quiet as they both knew that it would not last.
OK yea so this was all because I heard ‘La vie en rose’ at the end of the Jazz night event and went “Damn I wish that’s Gallagher playing on his Sax” and then we spiraled.
Uh. Idk what it is with me having a small ship moment which then spirals into a full blown writing session. My mind blanked out and as I came to I find out that I made a whole ass little one shot over here then completely forgot about it WHOOPS
So yea, hope my fellow Galladay enjoyers… enjoyed! I think I’ve slowly begun to crave… not domestic or fluff per se from these two, but after every AO3 fic being super dark between them (which I get! They are the toxic yaoi kings of Penacony as of writing this, no one is denying that!) I think I want to see them be explored in a more melancholic sense. Not quite the “forbidden” love angle, but in the “damn we kinda have some parallels, and maybe in another life we could have gotten along but there’s too much baggage and anger, both historically and currently to really even try anything”
I have this feeling this may not be the last time I write about these two… is Galladay going to be the ship that gets me to actually use my AO3 account?
#hsr#honkai star rail#hsr gallagher#hsr sunday#galladay#idk what I’m doing anymore#they’ve kinda taken over my mind#shoutout to that one ao3 fic where both of them go “’this wasn’t supposed to happen’ as they’re making out#that’s the exact vibes I’m feeling when I think about these two pre-relationship#of course we don’t run away from angst in this ship#everything follows exactly up until the 2.1 end credits scene#let’s see what happens in 2.2#I NEED ANSWERS#ALSO MISHA#I WANNA THROW GALLAGHER AND MISHA’S KINDA WHOLESOME RELATIONSHIP IN HERE TWO#idk wtf is going on there#but until 2.2 explains#Gallagher is misha’s weird drunk uncle/dad figure#it adds more comedy to Galladay whether Sunday knows of/can see Misha or not either way#oof new writing idea#next time#I need to work on tagging#this is just another post all on its own#marrapost
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People would say “oh you would look so pretty in make up” and think that’s a compliment
#oh you should do make up#what girl doesn’t do make up#it’s disrespectful#your dress is so pretty but you don’t have the make up that matches it#ITS UNCOMFORTABLE#BOTH PHYSICALLY#AND MENTALLY#I have dry eyes also I’m allergic to some of its stuff#it’s not I can’t wear it#it makes me extremely uncomfortable#i want to tear my skin off#my eyes hurt#my body itches#it’s a way of self expression I understand#but people need to know choosing not to wear it is a way of self expression too#I’m finally#comfortable in my own skin#please#don’t take it away from me#bearz rambling tag#cw vent
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‼️ATTENTION EVERYONE‼️
‼️HIMBE‼️
Thank you, that is all.
#I’m melting to my couch just lookin at him#tags been stagnant all day. I make my own fucking content#francis crozier#the terror#jared harris
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#more iii tummy!!!#every day i wake up to iii tummy is a good day#sleep token#sleep token iii#red is his colour oh my god#this is me humbly requesting iii wears his low waisted pants more#i mean- i love the high waisted ones too but like. they hide the tummy#edit: i’m making the tum it’s own tag cuz i need a collection#iii tummy
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The Terror collages will continue until morale improves
(while my brain rot continues to advance)
#okay i’m gonna stop posting these individually and just make collages of all my favs and post them together#so i’m not filling the tag with my trash#but i love francis so much that i think he deserves his own post#the terror#francis crozier
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Just thought about sharing this frame right here
Do with it what you will
#the split second before the lips touch are always my favorite part to analyze like a psycho#sorry about the motion blur#this was a bitch to screenshot but I had to#for science#also can you tell that I really like Tommy and buck together and want them to be endgame?#I’ll hide the next bit in the tags cause some shippers are scary:#I don’t really want buddie to happen#im not against it but there is something about eddies actor#that makes me feel like he’s one of those bros is fine with gay people but not near him#and this is purely my own impression#I don’t think he said or done anything to give that impression#you know how there are certain actors who simply refuse to kiss men because of fragile masculinity#because I’m straight bro#anyway#Back to Tommy and buck#I really like them together and they better have at least one kiss as intense as buck had with other partners in the past#not just a peck like last week to get diversity points#ya know#shmexy kisses#lety rambles#tuck#bucktommy#evan buckley#tommy kinard#911#911 abc#oliver stark#lou ferrigno jr
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