#It's from Fit's POV btw

[royalarchivist]

Aypierre: What the– Why is- why is a cop here? No cops!

Foolish: Ow! OW! Wait– it's not what it looks like!

Fit: Who called the cops?

Bad: Ahhh, he's a snitch! Kill him!

Foolish: Wait, whoa– Whoa wait, we should kill you! You look more menacing than I do!

Bad: You're literally wearing a cop uniform!

Foolish: IT'S MY STRIPPER OUTFIT!!!

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Foolish: [Chanting] Vegas, Vegas, Vegas–

Aypierre: What the– Why is- why is a cop here? No cops!

[Foolish gets set on fire]

Foolish: Ow! OW! Wait– it's not what it looks like!

Fit: Who called the cops?

Foolish: Dammit, no–

Bad: Ahhh, he's a snitch! Kill him!

Foolish: Oh, I can't see anything. Wait, whoa– Whoa wait, we should kill you! You look more menacing than I do!

Bad: You're literally wearing a cop uniform!

Foolish: IT'S MY STRIPPER OUTFIT!!!

Foolish: Oh, oh, so now you walk around as–

Phil: Why is Foolish a police officer?

Foolish: What? I'm a stripper!

Ironmouse: Oh, look at you!

Phil: Nahhh, not buying it!

Foolish: Look– Look–

Ironmouse: Stripper by trade!

Foolish: No, look– I can show you! I can show you, look–

Bagi: Oh, we're killing Foolish today? Yeahhhh!

Foolish: Oh, what is new! Look, let me cook! [He hurriedly sets up a pole and starts Casualonas-ing] Let me cook! Yeah! See?

Pac: Wait, you're a police officer now?

Foolish: Huh? Well, kinda.

Ironmouse: No, he's a stripper.

Bagi: [Laughs]

Pac: [Putting on his balaclava] Well, he won't catch me.

[birdricks]

the final phrase of my last sentence / hangs in the air, sounding stupider and stupider

[quintessenceofdust88]

Tommy is so full of self-loathing, isn't he? My God, this poor man who truly can't take a compliment and doesn't believe he can have nice things 🥺

[kai-rio]

realised people might want this, so here!!

a beckory playlist me and my friend @justjanee made, with almost 900 songs (aiming for 1000)! mix of angst and fluff :)

[terezicaptor]

does anyone remember when foolish got tubbo that green chocobo as a gift after tubbo agonized over there only being yellow ones....... gay love

[daffi-990]

WIP Wednesday 📝

Tagged by the wonderful and talented @disasterbuckdiaz @jeeyuns @hippolotamus @lover-of-mine and @malewifediaz ❤️

Enjoy some Buck and Maddie from Rival Firefighters 🚒

Maddie flops down unceremoniously onto the couch.

“Moving is exhausting. Remind me to never do it again. I live here until I die.”

Buck laughs and flops down next to her, the weight of his body jostling her small frame. He relaxes into the couch and closes his eyes, feeling the weight of the day settle over him. He’s pretty sure he’s drifting off to sleep when Maddie speaks again.

“We should probably go to sleep in our new beds that we bought specifically to sleep in.”

Buck hums in vague agreement, but makes no effort to move. “Or we could stay right here on the comfy couch.” He counters.

“You won’t think it’s comfy in the morning when you wake up with a sore back and a kink in your neck.” There’s a shuffling noise and then Maddie’s finger is poking him in the neck.

He cracks one eye open as he swats at her hand like she’s a fly buzzing around in his space. “I don’t have a neck kink.” He grumbles, wondering why in the world she’s bringing up the subject of kinks, especially with him, her brother. “Unless you count hickeys and biting as a kink, and in that case yeah, I do.” And now he’s wondering why he told her that. He blames it on the tiredness.

Maddie’s face scrunches up in distaste, like she just smelt something bad it’s lingering in her nose. “I really did not need to know that.”

“You’re the one who brought it up!” Buck squawks, both eyes now open as he stares at his sister in bewilderment.

“I was talking about a kink in your neck!” Maddie explains, “As in waking up with a sore neck!”

“Oh.” Realization dawns on Buck and he feels a slight blush of embarrassment begin to creep into his cheeks. “I’m so tired my brain isn’t working properly.”

“So you’re tired all the time?” Maddie quips, little smug victory smile present on her face at getting a jab at him in.

Buck rolls his eyes at her. “Oh ha ha.”

His response just makes her smile grow, and how can he even be slightly annoyed at her when she’s radiating such happiness? This is the Maddie he chose to remember and hold onto all those years apart. The Maddie who laughs freely and teases him in a way only a sibling can. Whose eyes are shining with life, no longer murked with the dark stain of fear. This is Maddie, and he’s so glad to see her again

No pressure tagging: @wikiangela @athenagranted @thewolvesof1998 @monsterrae1 @ladydorian05 @eddiebabygirldiaz @devirnis @exhuastedpigeon @wildlife4life @rainbow-nerdss @honestlydarkprincess @hoodie-buck @spotsandsocks @shortsighted-owl @sibylsleaves @giddyupbuck @jesuisici33 @loserdiaz @spagheddiediaz @callmenewbie @captain-hen @watchyourbuck @weewootruck @mellaithwen @fortheloveofbuddie

[mlchaelwheeler]

anyways. i truly believe that any "fan" of stranger things who hates mike wheeler does not understand the whole point of the show. like. make it make sense

[keirawantstocry]

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE EXPAJD ON THAT the "realizing they don't feel about bagi abt how they feel abt each other" feelings realization. Pleek.. not forced but pleek. I need feelings realization

i dropped everything to write this for you i hope you know that

Tubbo had never been a guy big on talking about and acknowledging his feelings. Not that he thought there was anything wrong with it, it was simply that for the most part he cared more about the machines in front of him than any other human being. 

Sunny started that change in him. Suddenly despite the fact that he loved being in front of the machines breathing in that harsh smell of oil, he yearned to be away from them as well, running around with his daughter telling them how much she meant to him. 

Then came Fit and Pac. Fit was like him: emotionally constipated. But Pac was so open. So loving. It drew them both in. Tubbo didn't see it in him at first but he saw it in Fit. How he let his guard down and started to trust and love. And it was amazing. Tubbo began to spend every waking moment either wishing he was hanging out with them or thinking about messaging them to hang out. It felt quite strong. They were his best friends so it made sense. It was meant to be strong. It was meant to hurt when they weren't there. Get jealous when they started to flirt with each other? 

Tubbo brushed it off. He had Bagi now. Their fourth member of the morning crew. And she was amazing. She was a genius, she was hilarious. The roof above his bed seemed so dark as he thought about her. A yowl shot through the night, some animal prowling around the house doing only gods know what. 

It didn't hurt to be away from her, Tubbo realized with a pang. It should have been a big moment perhaps. A giant event which made him realize why he thought this way and what this meant. It wasn't. It was a whisper of thought in the middle of a dark room. 

He did not love Bagi the way he loved Fit and Pac. 

Tubbo threw his hands over his face and flipped over in bed with a groan. He was absolutely fucked.

[wilowby]

Thinking about style *sigh*

Gotta love that romance drama

[maliro-t]

as a bona fide vaxleth lover i am more confused than ever about how they are portrayed on the animated series i'm not gonna lie 😭

[nulltune]

tis a busy weekend 4 lynnie...... buut i have been working on a carrd for my fav moon lady !! (lynn wants 2 be productive 💪✨️) still a kind of a wip in the verse & bond pages especially SO DON'T LOOK TOO CLOSELY SSSHH, but it has the hakuno vibes(TM) down pat methinks ✨️✨️/lmk if anything's hard to read tho !! i'll fix it up asap 😤👏

[snowangeldotmp3]

just a heads up, this is set before robin comes to town, and a little bit after max receives the book from eddie.

They’re walking home today—the bus was too crowded, and Will didn’t want Max to walk home alone—when Will tells Max he believes her theory.

“Really?” Max asks, stopping on the sidewalk outside her house, “You believe me?”

Will nods. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s…it makes sense.”

Max crosses her arms, “It does?”

“Yeah,” he says, “it’s like…okay, so recently I’ve been having these…dreams. But they feel real. Like I’m here, but I’m somewhere else too. It’s a memory, I think. I think…it’s not impossible. Some of the memories are hazy though, like…like I’m not meant to be there.”

Now Max is interested. She’s read Will’s story, knows what he went through in the Enchanted Forest. His memories are hazy for a reason.

He’s quiet as they walk to the front steps, Max sees the concentration on his face, brows furrowed mouth pressed into a thin line. And then, he speaks again, “I think…I think there was a girl there. She knew me, but…I don’t think I know her. At least, not here anyway,” he stresses the word, his face screwing back up in thought.

Max digs the house key from her pocket and lets them both inside. Will drops his bag at the door, gently, as Max says, “You might wanna call your mom and let her know you’re here with me, I gotta grab something,” he nods, picking up the landline phone planted on Max’s wall. Max jogs up the stairs, running straight to her room where the storybook lays on her desk, still open to the story she read last night. She snatches it, cradling it close to her as she jogs back down into the living room, right as Will hangs up the phone. He eyes the book suspiciously but doesn’t comment on it.

“My mom said that it was okay that I was here, but she’s got to work a little later today so I might be here a while…” his eyes drift back to the book, “Is that it?”

She nods, handing the book to Will. His eyes widen, and it might be a trick of the lights, but Max swears his eyes shine over the gilded cover.

Like the curse, Max thinks, if he reads this book then maybe…

They move to the middle of the living room, sitting cross-legged as Will opens the cover and flips to the first story. Max watches for any signs of recognition, but nothing. At least, not yet. He clears his throat, before putting on his most dramatic reading voice, “Once upon a time…”

[suitetarts]

someone please explain to me how will wood managed to make the most astarion x durge song of all time with 'against the kitchen floor'

[fist-amidst-the-hands]

happy wip wednesday! this one is the ed’s pov version of this post

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“Izzy.” Ed waits, knowing Izzy is playing out any responses that lead to him going back to bed. Fortunately there are none, or at least none that Izzy deems worth the effort to argue with him over.

With a sigh, he hears Izzy rustle around for a moment before there’s suddenly a blanket in his arms. “Fine.”

[cowardlychimera]

staring at Basil /j (psst read tags it's easier for me to ramble there)

[aro-aizawa]

everytime i write smth that requires more than the two braincells that i have i feel like my brain is overheating and half the time i end up saying "fuck it ppl read fics to have fun not learn stuff" but it will ALWAYS be a snarl point for me fully enjoying what im writing sobs