#Pleaaase

[starsofang]

simon hates halloween. really, what use is a holiday made to dress up when he already has his own mask? that was his costume.

except you love halloween. everything about the holiday has you lighting up like a kid in a candy store. as soon as it was appropriate to decorate (not that you cared, really), your home was filled with festivities. pumpkin themed throw blankets, autumn leaves carefully placed around the counters and shelves, fake skulls filling the area.

your favorite, though, was dressing up. excitedly picking out a costume that you’d spend the better month piecing together so it was perfect. unfortunately for simon, now that he’s devoted to you, he’s automatically included in the fun.

“is this really necessary?” he grumbles in feigned annoyance and a touch of embarrassment. he stands in front of the mirror with you, red devil ears perched atop his head with a ridiculous cloak to match.

you’re dressed in pure white with fake angel wings strapped to your back and a silly halo headband on top of your own head. you’re the epitome of an overly bashful child, beaming up at him in cheekiness, tying the small ties of his cloak around his neck.

“absolutely,” you reply shamelessly. “don’t be such a grump. we look cute!”

simon takes another glance in the mirror, ready to argue that maybe you look cute, but he definitely doesn’t. he doesn’t have the heart to kill your spirit, though. if dressing up in a silly costume once a year was enough to satisfy your needs and see that spark of joy in your eye, he guesses he’ll suck it up.

[makesomehistory]

I really thought you hated me. I hated how good you looked.

[squilko]

GUYS!!!💥💥💥💥💥💥

If u see this plsss reply or reblog with some pretty emoji combos ...

I want to make new ocs based off of them...

(　＾ω＾)♡ thank yous

[shrimpalbuspotter]

canon albus personality fic recs please!! i’m literally begging

Um um okok so I technically only really have like 3 and one of them is CC novel version but alas, I will leave them here for you all...

Something Worth Taking the Time

This is the one I mentioned in my last post... the time travel one. Its so good but its not finished BUT but but it has enough content for me to fixate on it for a solid week or 2 now. Albus is a bastard and Snape has grown emotionally attached to both him and Scorpius. Those are his blorbos. He hates them. They are the best things in his life at the moment. Albus in his fullest "I'm a git so nobody who is mean to me is mean to me without reason so I'm not a victim" form.

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (in novel form)

What it says on the can. Insane how well they characterised the characters thoughts and good god Albus is so perfect I reread my favourite chapters with him like two times everyday. Seriously just read this its perfect.

building up like waves

THEEE SCORBUS FIC EVER. GOOD GOD, I think this was actually the first fic that really got me into Scorbus and its Albus pov and maybe it isn't characterised to upmost perfection but it also is at the same time?? Like we don't get much snarky Albus but the way he thinks and feels is just so... Albus coded. And again its Scorbus so ya know, plus plus.

[simplydnp]

can dnp upload today 👉👈

[cult-of-the-eye]

will we get an exes to friends to enemies to friends to enemies to lovers to exes and then there isn't a word to describe what we are but it sure isn't together arc from alice and sam

[reigningmax]

redbullracing: Talk to the shoe 😝 Maxplaining at its finest 🤌

[shiresome]

RICHARD EPCAR WITH A GUN FOR MK DLC PLEAAASE

[bringcal]

im having  a strider and harenglish moment rn. i need to hear all your hcs you have on dave, dirk, jake, and jade. im so interested rn

[localcryptidinthewoods]

lucy frostblade, what was going through your mind the day you died? did you cry as you ressurected those you killed, guilt racking your mind and body? did anxiety fill you as you heard footsteps coming towards you? were you relieved when you saw it was just your friends? or were you scared of them? is that why you revived the rats behind their backs, because you feared them? did you try and explain yourself? did they lisent? or did they just start attacking you, forcing your body and soul to be part of a ritual you never wanted to be part of? did you yell? you were in a forest, no one knew you were there, did anyone even hear you. lucy, your name means light, yet yours was snuffed out too soon.

[nikogane]

i could be your boyfailure loser nerd boyfriend Do you ever think that

[iidgm]

WALKS AWAY IN SHAME

[theyhitthepentagon]

real talk rn the people acting like genyinely angry and upset over this feel a little selfish to me because like if you just watched the stream for a minute youd recognize like. All of the effort and prep put into this. rheyre doing so much work and you people are complaining about a series that ended 3 years agoz what happened to all the people saying not to be weird if its not hl2vrai. some of you guys need to realize you have a parasocial relationship w media and fictional characters and fandom shit or whatever. this should be a wake up call for yall #tbh ive actually never seen ANYTHING this ridiculous in my life. now gn

[eternity-death]

ONE MORE WEEK UNTIL WE SEE OUR BABYGIRL AGAIN

[overb]

“Guardian Angel (in some sick, twisted sense)”

Tim had seen his fair share of trauma, sure. He’d watched the Flying Graysons fall, watched as Dick Grayson lost his parents. As he lost his entire family.

Sometimes, he wondered what that would feel like. If Tim’s parents died, would Tim scream and cry like Dick Grayson had? If it had been murder, would Tim Drake become some kind of vengeful Gotham vigilante?

It made him feel sick to his stomach, but he was pretty convinced he wouldn’t care. Sure, there’d be a few tears. Tim would miss them, miss the way his mum used to tie his tie before they abandoned him at whatever social advent they’d dragged him to. He’d miss the way his dad used to set him on his knee, before he saw Tim as this annoying pre-teen that relied too much on his parents, and talk him through the relics he was bidding on on his laptop.

Now there wouldn’t be that much to miss. Tim tied his own tie, made his own way to all the social events he was invited to. He absentmindedly scrolled through auction sites, had google alerts on for the key phrases his parents adored, but his dad didn’t bother with him anymore. There were no more identical faces of awe as they found something they could just not pass on!

In a way, he figured, he was lucky. He had none of that attachment that caused Bruce Wanye to be Batman and Dick Grayson to be Robin because – yeah – he’d figured it out. The night he’d matched the flips, flipped through his memory to the night at the circus, he’d thrown up. Mrs. Mac had come to Drake Manor to drop groceries that morning and had been nice enough to call Tim off school, tucking him into bed with a bucket and cool flannel against his forehead. He’d also cried.

It was unfair that such good people had to suffer so much. It was unfair that they came out of one eventful night with the world on their shoulders. He was amazed they were still such good people. Even at the ripe age of nine, Tim would trade anything to be able to go back in time and take their burdens. It wouldn’t bother him– maybe it would be nice to have a family for more than two weeks at a time. Maybe it wouldn’t, but Tim would sure he’d never really understand what he’d lose. He was far too used to being lonely. No one else deserved it.

But there was no way to go back in time, not without the League’s help. In a few years Tim might be able to hack his way in there, considering he was halfway through the Batcomputer, but it would be a while. He’d keep time travel as a back-up plan.

Plan A was to make sure that Gotham’s vigilantes wouldn’t be hurt. He’d try his best to protect them, to warn them and keep them away from the tragedies they didn’t deserve to be hurt by. And Tim would still keep some sense of surveillance, sure, but if it was an unavoidable accident the Bats wouldn’t be getting involved. Tim could keep it to himself, a twisted secret for the best. He didn’t have anyone to tell anyway.

[dindjarindiaries]

all i want to see is din looking down at grogu with a huge fucking smile on his face is that too much to ask 😭😭😭 let our boy be happy

This is gonna be how the movie ends I'm calling it now bc I need it too