#I'll be back :33

[aintnopartylikeaprideparty]

please be what i think it is please be what i think it is please be what i think it is please be what i think it is please be what i think it is ple

FUCK YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[deeva-arud]

A considerable amount of makeup was used to cover Deeva's freckles and face marks, and Cater also had to use magic to make her clothes his size. They did this as a joke, but they sure were committed to it! 💪

Original style swap challenge by @ashipiko ! (see her post here!!) If anyone wants to give it a try, go ahead, it's really fun!!! <3

[volivolition]

warm soup will fix everything ever! no one fact check me on this!

[lale-txt]

LALECHINGO!! ; a birthday event

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ it’s bingo! and also a raffle.

let’s party!! one thing about me is that is love a little event and since it’s my birthday month i felt like hosting one :3c

so: raffle time! but you gotta play some bingo first before you can participate. lemme give you a rundown on how it works.

what's the prize?

✰ a total of three 1k (or longer) fics from me! i don’t take requests so this is a rare chance to see something specific written by me ✰ the 3 winners will receive a wishlist form from me in which they can go wild ✰ haikyuu x reader only! gender of reader is for the winners to decide, i’ll write for all of them. ✰ not limited to sfw only (that being said: mdni)

details & rules (it looks like a lot, but i promise it's easy)

✰ to participate in the raffle, you gotta fill out the bingo cards! there’s ten of them in total at the end of this post. some are writing prompts, some are for reading, some to spread some kindness. you can grab and combine any that catch your interest.

✰ 1 bingo equals 1 point. if you manage to fill out an entire card, you’ll get 10 points, so 10x your name in the draw pot for the raffle. this means you can get up to 100 points in total if you fill out all ten cards completely.

✰ it’s not first come, first serve! you got two weeks to have fun with your bingo cards.

✰ this event is mostly about making fandom a little better for everyone, whether you’re a writer or a reader, no matter how you participate in it. this means you don’t have to show me proofs how you got these bingos. putting my trust in you that you won’t cheat <3

✰ since the prizes are gonna be fics by me, i would feel better knowing you actually like my works enough to follow me. however, it’s not a must to be a follower to participate. again, it’s more about fandom than me.

✰ writers picking up the writing prompts: it up to you how you use them! can be drabbles or headcanons, small fics, big fics, moodboards, not limited to haikyuu only. really whatever sparks your inspiration. you don’t even have to publish it or tag me in it (though i’d love to see ofc hehe), this is for YOU and your inspiration.

✰ do NOT bring any ai into this. i'll rip you to shreds

✰ once you’re finished, either reblog this post with your bingo cards or send me an ask with them (i won’t publish them, just for me to keep track)

✰ i’ll draw & announce the three winners on Jan 27th and will contact them through dms for their wishlist :3

card 1-6 ; for the writers

card 7 & 8 ; for the readers

card 9 & 10 ; for the kindness

that's all! have fun ♡ - Lale

[cirrus-grey]

I might just know some people who could help you with that

[static-radio-ao3]

jarty microfic // words: 478

had this saved as "jarty sports?" which pretty much sums it up

It’s a little heady. A little thick. The smell of sweat clings to his nostrils, fills his lungs. James tries not to seem to eager to breathe it in, but he is. Adrenaline still hums in his veins, the comedown from a win always a little slower.

The bus jostles him where he’s slouched low on the bench, hood pulled over his head and arms crossed over his chest. He’s trying to sleep, or at least convince others that he’s asleep. But that never stopped Barty.

“Psst,” Barty hisses. When James doesn’t respond, he flicks the top of his head.

“Sleeping,” James mumbles.

“Lying,” Barty replies. James cracks open a single eye. Blames the way his pupil dilates on the sudden influx of light.

Barty is leaning over the back of the seat, his too-sharp chin digging into the bright blue vinyl. His hair is damp with sweat and tousled and James clenches his hands into fists to avoid clenching them in Barty’s hair instead. He wants to pull.

Wants to force Barty’s head up so he bares his neck, a perfect place for James’ teeth to sink in.

“Need anything?” James manages. His voice is low, a growl waiting to crawl out of his mouth.

Barty smiles that awful smile at him. One corner of his mouth lifting higher than the other, a flash of teeth and that stupid smiley piercing and James wants to lick. “Whatever you’ll give me.”

“You know the answer to that.” Because there’s nothing James would ever willingly give Barty. Barty, who shows up to practise dressed up in the night before. Barty, whose water bottle is probably filled with vodka at any given moment. Barty, who despite all this still seems to be the best player on the team.

Never mind the fact that James shows up early. That James does the work. That James actually cares.

“Sure do. I also know you’re lying again.” Barty raises his index and pointer fingers in a mock-salute. “That’s strike two, Potter. Don’t make me give you a red card.”

Barty, who gets a red card during nearly every game he plays. Barty, who once got James a red card by being so fucking stupid that James hit this own teammate.

It’s still a sore spot.

“I’m not lying,” James sighs. He lets his head roll against the window, the pane buzzing a little under his head, and trains his eyes on the road. Anything to look away from the drop of sweat rolling down Barty’s temple.

“Maybe not to me,” Barty shrugs. “But you sure are lying to someone.”

When James doesn’t reply, Barty just sighs. Drops back down into his seat. Disappears from James’ line of sight.

James tells himself the feeling in his gut is relief. Because he hates Barty and he doesn’t want a single thing from him.

Strike three.

[svnflowermoon]

hi my loves,

i feel like this has been a long time coming, but i'm leaving tumblr for the indefinite future. i won't be active or replying to messages so feel free to add me on discord (svnflowermoon) if you want to stay in contact. my personal life is too overwhelming at the moment and tumblr just isn't hitting the same as it used to. so many of the friends i've made here who i hold so dearly in my heart are either inactive or just gone and it's just not bringing me the joy it used to.

i love you all so much feel free to add me on discord or ask for my insta if we're close (if you want to ask for my insta just message me either here or discord). the time i've spent here has been amazing but it's over for the time being. obviously feel free to send asks, i'll answer them whenever i get back to tumblr. i'm gonna be real with you this break could be for months but please know i'm always thinking of you all <3

i hold you all so close to my heart and i hope you all get everything you could want, you all deserve all the happiness the world has to offer. i have a special place in my heart for you all and i want you all to live the best lives you ever can.

i hope you think of me when you see sunflowers and dark red and billie eilish and the moon, and i hope you think of me when halley's comet plays, and when you go on long walks and feel the sun streaming through the leaves. i will be back one day, just not now. i hope to see you all at some point where i'm in a better headspace for tumblr and i'm looking forward to seeing you all again one day.

lots of love, lucy <3

my intro post if you're new here

[zu-is-here]

hii zu! i wanted to ask if you could tell us more about rock band au error… im interested

<– • –>

Thank you guys so much for your interest! (〃ω〃) Maybe we'll learn more as the story goes on <3

Tricky question for everyone: why does Cross look so confused in the end? Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑) Feel free to share your guesses ;)

[finz-art]

"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in…"

I finally created an Edward for my Jonathan, woop woop! ^-^

[coldfrcnt]

interactions with ocs >>>>>

[nyawrler]

whaddup bellthinker nation. have some slop on the house ^_^

[des-fangirl]

My babies </3

[volivolition]

concept you are the prettiest skill in the whole thought cabinet. ive drawn xer like. ten miscellaneous doodles and im trying to figure out which ones to finalize or if i should draw another one. (<- also procrastinating on finishing drama's coloring lmaooo)

[samsblades]

BLOG ANNOUNCEMENT ၄၃ HIATUS

okay unfortunately i think it's my time to take a little hiatus :(( i need a reset right now plus school is getting busier and more stressful as the end of the semester approaches. sorry to everyone who sent in requests, i will still get to them afterwards! i'm logging out but feel free to send alllll of your sam and jo and ruby and rowena thoughts still i just know it'll make me so happy to come back to them when i return <33

to the palestinian individuals and families sending me their fundraisers, i will post them immediately when i get back! i'm sorry i will not be online to post them right when you send them to me.

thanks for the love, i'll be back soon!! might take a break in the middle of my hiatus during thanksgiving break since i won't be so busy lol. i love you all sooo so much please take care of yourselves while i'm away!!! kisses kisses muah muah <333

[simsmadegeeky]

TS2 DEFAULT HAIR REPLACEMENT

All natural hair colors are Vidcund's Sunshine System and retextured by me unless otherwise noted. Credit and links for mesh, original defaulter, hair texture, and sims used can be found in the .rar file, if I could find the info.

towelturban_white replaced with Nouk Afro Knots

towelturban_pink replaced with Stealthic Vivacity

towelturban_blue replaced with Skysims 190

towelturban_brown replaced with Newsea Sweet Villain

weddingtiara replaced with ShimyDim's Lannister Mashup

wreath replaced with 4t2 GP11 Afro

veilcurlsup replaced with Skysims 116

updoweddingveil replaced with Wings ON0810

[yujeong]

Time was at a standstill. Vegas was holding his breath without noticing, and continued to hold it when he did - he was afraid of what would happen if he exhaled loudly enough to draw attention to himself. His gaze was shifting between Pete and the man who was standing before them in the doorway, blocking their entrance. Vegas had never seen him before, but even so, he recognized Pete in him enough to know who he was. A dangerous aura surrounded him. There was an edge to his presence that Vegas would only come across people of certain circles. He was a fighter. A muay khao. Pete's father. Shame coursed through Vegas' body, smearing his skin, settling in his lungs, rendering him speechless. I thought he was dead, he wanted to tell Pete if he could. He wanted to scream at him, I thought you killed him. Pete was the one who broke the stillness. As if awakened by something, he took a half-step back and made a motion with his arms, almost raising them to his chest, but not quite. In an instant, Pete reverted into the pet Vegas had been keeping at the safehouse, bound by handcuffs and afraid of his belt hitting flesh and drawing blood. A lump formed in Vegas' throat. "Have you stopped practicing? Your form is off." The uncanny similarities between Pete and his father appearance-wise didn't mean a thing when it came to their voices. Vegas shivered. Was this what Pete would sound like in a few decades? (Were these the condescending words he'd choose to spew? Was Pete going to embody his father? Was Vegas embodying his?) "What are you doing here?" Pete whispered. "They let me out for a few days, so I came here to collect some money. Imagine my surprise when I found out my offspring left the job someone found him worthy enough of doing to... do what exactly? Yaai didn't want to tell me." He crossed his arms, waiting for an answer. Vegas didn't know what he was allowed to say. If he was allowed to say anything at all. "It's none of your business." "I'd say it very much is my business, as well as yaai's business who was dependent on the money you were making being some rich asshole's human shield." A choked sound scratched Vegas' throat. He didn't like getting reminded of Pete being the main family's bodyguard, even though he stopped being one mere months ago. Especially like this. That was the first time Pete's father stopped looking at his son and turned his head to look at Vegas. For a moment, there seemed to be recognition in his eyes. Did he know who Vegas was? Did he care? A snort came out of his mouth. He leaned on the door. "Oh, I see how it is." He laughed, scratched his neck. "I never expected you to whore yourself out for money. Tell me, is it preferable to the path I carved out for you?" Vegas could sense the disgust in his voice. He could also see it on Pete's face. He was too astonished to share it, but not enough to be unable to speak. "Khun, there has been some misunderstanding-" "Don't bother. I can recognize a faggot when I see one." Pete's movements were too fast for Vegas to stop him. A direct jab to the nose; his father fell like a pack of cards, groaning like a wounded animal. Surprisingly, no blood - Pete held back. Vegas didn't know what to think about that. "That was a pathetic attack, even for you." "Get up." "We're not in the ring, son." Pete growled. Vegas could see his hands trembling as he was keeping them in the air, maintaining an offensive stance. "That never stopped you before." "You were too young to understand what I was doing back then. What I was preparing you for." Pete was silent. "The world isn't kind. It'll fuck you over one way or another." He got up, spat on the ground. "You still haven't learned a thing. You're too old to afford being naive." He turned around, and without sparing a look at Pete again, said: "Now get the fuck out of my house." (For @musictooth, whose posts about Pete's father have reignited my passion for this specific concept and for @wretchedamaranth, whose comments on my writing are always lovely and precious ❤️)