#Or basically just fall off me

[horrorlesbians]

I really want to thrift a pair of jeans to recreate this look but idk if it’s because my thighs are big and/or bc I’m short but I cannot find ones that work perfect for the life of me it’s infuriating

[arsenicflame]

Bonus round! Do you use a queue tag?

[krazieka2]

Here's a big old Fire Emblem Search & Find I did for the FE3H Masquerade Zine! Find the Golden Deer, but see if you can't find the rest of the students as well! For the ultimate challenge, see if you can't name every character! (Disclaimer two characters are NPCs with no names)

[doctorsiren]

he’s mad she ratted him out

[ghastlyaffairs]

for something as trivial and simple those feelings sure are hard to get rid of

also made a gif a version for fun + alt version with no tears under the cut

the gif is in very low resolution...this is a feature (i could make it bigger but that would require saving each frame individually and than glueing it all together. also i feel like low resolution suits it better. aesthetically and fits the mood)

[rapidhighway]

the way I was introduced to dc was teen titans in which nobody ever uses their secret identity ever. They never use their names, only their pseudonyms and that has stuck with me for some reason. Idek if they know what Robin looks like. Robin is Robin, Starfire is Starfire. Stop calling him dick grayson stop deadnaming him

[designernishiki]

it’s kinda funny to me how that dumb scene in kiwami 1 of majima getting shot and left for dead in the harbor was basically just added as a half-assed way to explain majima not being around for a bit of the plot, but they accidentally(?) just made it seem like start of a chain reaction where majima ended up feeling slighted and heartbroken after being abandoned like that and then lashed out about it via smashing a big truck into the building kiryu was in. and yeah that isn’t inherently a romantic thing as-is but then they go and add the part where majima grabs a hostess and performatively hits on her as in-kiryu’s-face as possible, she says she’s already in love with someone, and majima lets her go immediately, no questions asked, making a big fucking point of it just to say see THAT kiryu? I appreciate when people are HONEST about their FEELINGS. people who won’t just BACKSTAB someone who CARES about them to save themselves. is that so crazy kiryu?? huh??? anyway make it up to me get down here and fight me right fucking now

[silverwhittlingknife]

can we have a hint about what the spring break tim patrol chapter of red letter day contains? (you kept having dick say "if the joker shows up" and tim's "he won't." for me to be convinced that goes off without any trouble)

i'm sure it'll be fine. :D

i am delighted you're enjoying the story <333 i haven't updated it in soooo long but i got some very sweet comments lately so i have been looking at my scribbles again <3

[aurevell]

Returning the Favor Sterek | 5k | T

Stiles pays a nighttime visit to his boyfriend in secret, or so he thinks. Unfortunately, the Hale family has keener ears than he realizes.

It’s late when Derek hears the noise at the side of the house. A creak of siding that cuts through the backdrop of cricket song. Just one lone sound, but there’s something cautious about it. Probing.

He lowers the book he’s reading, but no other sounds follow. Derek has been lying sprawled across his bed, drowsy and warm and comfortable, sweatpant-clad legs resting against the wall—but now that he’s conscious of the sound, his focus sharpening, he thinks he’s been hearing quiet noises grow nearer for some time without quite comprehending them. A wild animal outside, maybe, creeping slowly around the foundation of the house. Something large enough that the mulch in the flower bed crunches beneath its weight.

It’s not often that a solitary animal grows bold enough to venture this close to a werewolf pack—the scent always scares them off first. They don’t even get raccoons out here, especially not with the cold this time of year. It could always be their cousin Warren, who’s always thought it funny to startle his relatives with unexpected visits in the dead of night. Or any one of the nasty things in Uncle Peter’s wild stories, supernatural things that creep into the house come dark.

Derek glances at the window, book still resting on his chest, but the house is still.

Maybe it’s gone. That’s just as well: he’s too comfortable to drag himself over to the window to look.

And then another sound comes, an unmistakable creak. Heavy weight settling into place.

Downstairs, his mother sighs. “What was that?” she demands, her voice faint with distance. She and his dad are likely out on the porch swing at this time of evening, even though it’s nearly winter, lunatics that they are. “If Laura and Cora are at it again—”

“I’m sure they aren’t, Tal,” Derek’s father replies, sounding amused. “You put the fear of god in them.”

Mom scoffs. “If we have to repair another door, it’s coming out of their pockets.”

“Not everything is my fault, Mom,” Cora mutters pointedly from down the hall. There’s heavy metal coming from the vicinity of Laura’s bedroom, just low enough to be blasting from her headphones, and she doesn’t pipe up to defend herself.

The thing hasn’t gone away. Metal squeaks a moment later, and then the scrabbling returns, punctuated by a thump and a muffled grunt.

Annoyed, Derek tosses the book aside and clambers to his feet, crossing over to the window. When he hoists up the sash, letting the night chill waft in, he peers down into the dark and finds that the source is worse than anything he could have imagined.

It’s his boyfriend, scaling the side of the house like some deranged cat burglar.

Stiles is hanging onto the drainpipe, having managed to hoist himself several feet off the ground. He’s leaning against the metal awning over the kitchen window, one foot atop the shutter and the other scrabbling for purchase against the siding. At the clatter of Derek’s opening window, he looks up, startled, and nearly loses his balance.

“What are you doing here?” Derek hisses.

“Just returning the favor.” With a moment to catch himself against the awning, Stiles gets his bearing and grins. “What? Don’t make that face. C’mon, you can show up at all hours of the night, but turnabout isn’t fair play?���

With that, he sticks his tongue between his teeth, which he sometimes does unconsciously when something demands his full attention. And the perilous task of climbing should get his full attention, given how often he stumbles when both of his feet are on the ground. God, Derek is about to witness his idiot boyfriend fall to his death or something.

Stiles heaves himself mostly onto the awning, clawing for purchase with a grunt. When he reaches for the window, he loses his grip, nearly sliding backward onto the grass; in a flash of panic, Derek grabs him by his shirt and yanks him forward.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” he demands, aware of their volume and even more aware of their audience.

The awning rattles as Stiles draws up his long legs to slip inside the window feet first, ducking under the sash. He’s panting a little as he pulls himself upright, though he bats his eyes sweetly in the face of Derek’s scowl. “Oh, please. I knew you’d catch me. ‘My hero,’ and all that.”

“Should have let you fall and die,” Derek retorts, shutting the window.

“Probably. Oh man, that was so athletic. Sometimes, I amaze myself.”

Derek doesn’t have anything smart to say to that. He’s only half paying attention, too busy bracing for the discussion sure to follow.

He and Stiles may as well have stomped up and down the stairs blowing air horns as far as the rest of the house goes. Everyone will have heard. Derek is absolutely sure because you can hear a pin drop, like no one’s even moving, like everyone’s waiting with bated breath—either gleeful or judgmental or both—to hear what comes next. Even Laura’s deafening headphones have gone silent. Fuck.

Worst of all…Stiles doesn’t know any of this. He doesn’t yet know about the secret the Hale family hides, or how keenly they can hear, or that every word he says will be seized up and cheerfully dissected and gossiped about in real time.

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[plutonium-sky]

so I saw @kyri45 's ISAT and Sky: COTL au and I HAD to chime in with my tiny redesign of Iez for the au. Unfortunately her mask is a Giant personality of what she is so she carries it at all times with her anyways but it's a welding mask now. And I kinda removed Ray from here cause it may be a little much for her if she's gonna just be on the side LMAO

[levil0vesyou]

Y'know I used to always say I liked kids in person but not in theory (reverse from my feelings towards dogs) but I think I finally realised how to word it more accurately. I like kids as people, but not as a responsibility. I do not trust my ability to take care of a kid even temporarily if there's no well-adjusted adult nearby I can ask stuff and call if anything happens, but I love the passion children have for their interests, their fearlessness wrt breaking societal rules they haven't been forced to learn yet and their curiosity about almost anything that's even remotely interesting. I like children, I just don't like being given responsibilities I'm not equipped to handle

[beesorcery]

i redesigned this shirt and now you can put it on your body

here it is, the final culmination of my fun cool graphic design project where i replace cities with 8balls!! If you want to follow along the process you can check out these posts: one, two, and three :D

if you are interested in wearing this as a shirt i made a teepublic! (edit for anyone who remembers this: the teepublic listing got dmca’d lol. however,) you can also download the files from google drive if you would like to print the design yourself

thanks for following along!! i have really had a lot of fun doing this (and just following 2our in general, the vibes were sweet) and i'm glad other people enjoyed it too :)

(better quality images under the cut <3)

[enevera]

mm i think my mental health has been declining rapidly the past few weeks hahaa

[cowboy-robooty]

everyday got a noose around my neck because i will find the best koitsuki golden kamuy artist ever and then immediately see they also draw sugimoto x asripa. will the pain ever end

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Commit His Body to the Ground

A spinoff drabble of Dust to Dust focusing on Nightmare this time to celebrate reaching 200 followers. It's pretty short & was written in one sitting. Trigger warning for character death! Happy reading!

Nightmare stands in shock as he sees one of his tentacles stabbed through Dream's chest, the other looking back at him with the same shocked expression.

Slowly, as Dream starts to dust away, Nightmare's corruption begins to melt off of him, occasionally sloughing off in semi solid chunks & hitting the ground with a splat.

As this happens, Nightmare falls to his knees next to the pile of dust that's slowly growing, hands limp next to him as he tries to process what he just did.

He didn't mean to, really! He thought Dream would dodge as usual & their song & dance would continue for years to come, battles fought with wins & losses on both sides.

But even as the others likely continue to fight around him, occupied with their own opponents, all that Nightmare can hear is silence, ringing in his skull.

"I-I didn't mean to."

He thinks he says, jaw moving, but no sound reaches him.

Slowly reaching towards the now disintegrated body of his brother, his twin, Nightmare hovers a shaking hand over it, wanting to touch it, since maybe it was all an illusion, but hesitant, because what if it wasn't?

Leaning over the pile of stagnant dust, he blinks in shock as he sees a droplet fall onto it. It must have started raining, but why wasn't he getting wet?

A second droplet falls next to the first & this time Nightmare can see a purple tinge to it. Oh, he thinks to himself. I'm crying. When was the last time he had properly cried?

As purple tears begin to fall faster, Nightmare slowly comes back to himself, hearing fading back in as he realizes he can't hear any sounds of fighting.

Looking up, he startles as he sees both his own gang & the Stars standing around him, varying expressions spread amongst them.

Still crying, Nightmare can't resist looking back down at the pile of dust in front of him & spots the yellow cape Dream always wore, partially buried.

With a trembling hand, he carefully picks it up & pulls it close to himself. Looking back up at the others surrounding him, he speaks in a voice wobbly with emotion.

"I killed my brother."

[twnj]

Temari frowned, waited for the answering machine to finish its spiel, then cleared her throat as it beeped again.

She’d put the coins in now. She had to hope it was the latter.

“Hi, Shikamaru. I, um…” She paused for a stranger to walk by the phone and offer her a tight, pitiful smile. She blanked them. “I hope this is you. The other number got smudged, and I wanted to…” She sighed. “I don’t know what I wanted. I don’t know, I just — well, it’s been so long.”

She rubbed her forehead and tightened her grip around the phone and its cord. He clearly wasn’t picking up, but Temari couldn’t bring herself to stop talking.

“I won’t be there for the opening ceremony tomorrow,” she explained. “My brother…” She took a deep breath and steadied herself to give the same mechanical, soulless answer she had offered the chess federation the week before. “My brother and my uncle were in a traffic accident last month, and the funeral is tomorrow. I’ll be…” Her throat sealed. When she forced it open, its voice was anything but soulless. “I’ll be in Sochi to play the day after, but not before. I’m needed here.” She squeezed her eyes shut and paused. He still wasn’t picking up.

“Look, you probably already left,” she concluded, “but either way, I guess I’ll see you in Sochi. And if not, I guess I’ll… Well, I guess I’ll—”

“Hey! Um, Akimichi-Nara, er… house here. Yes. I’m sorry for my, um, my English — I am tired. Who is this?” [...] “Are you still here? I was washing my teeth, but I heard a voice on the machine. Hello?”

Grandmaster on ao3 by @notquitejiraiya