#Super anxious about posting this

[sweetie-peaches]

“about time”

I absentmindedly listen to her as she talks. Something about school and, I couldn’t be bothered to care.

“yeah, times were hard, tried to off myself. You know how it is” she says as a joke

“What was that last part?” I ask and feel my eyebrows furrow.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, tried to end it all. Not that serious” when she sees my expression she clarifies. “I mean I took like half a bottle of kids Tylenol. If anything I just got a good nights sleep”

“but your okay now?” I find myself asking.

“Sure am” she smiles. And I look at her and see my eyes.

and we both know it’s a lie.

“They got me all fixed up, all better” our carefree expression doesn’t meet our eyes. “About time, honestly”

“Yeah, about time.”

[lasaudade]

𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘, 𝖺 '𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌' 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼. (𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾)

𖥻 ۫ ׅ ˚  𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 :  Suffering several losses and ongoing, world-renowned tennis champion, Art Donaldson, is beginning to lose hope. After unexpectedly crossing paths with a familiar-looking journalist, Art realizes there could be more at stake than just his career. Will he leave the world he knew behind, or give the game one more shot?

𖥻 ۫ ׅ ˚ 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 : art donaldson x (f) sports journalist!reader.

𖥻 ۫ ׅ ˚ 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 : (𝟷𝟾+), second chance romance, angst, fluff, slow-burn.

𖥻 ۫ ׅ ˚ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 : 444.

𖥻 ۫ ׅ ˚ 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝/𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 :  none.

𖥻 ۫ ׅ ˚ 𝚊 / 𝚗 : Hi, and welcome to my first fanfiction in 10 years! I've written this prologue for now as I write future chapters during my free time. I hope you guys enjoy this story, and I hope Challengers continues to receive the bountiful amounts of love it has been since its release.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    . . .

“I don’t want to do this. I can’t.”

“Should’ve decided that before you became a world championship player.”

The shuddering breath that leaves his nostrils narrowly frees the anxiety coursing through his veins like a racetrack, the dizzying walk down a familiar feeling corridor more nauseating than the last. Art practiced, hard, and to see that it was all for nothing felt like a slap to the face, a rude awakening for a man who had been yearning for the younger version of himself; fresh-faced and ready to take on Stanford— then, the world. What a fucking joke.

He winces instantly as the conference room doors yawn open, dazzling flashes from the multitude of various press outlets waving their cameras in his face, the flurry begging for him to answer trampled questions over the next. He can’t imagine how exhausted he must look, drenched in sweat.

The anticipatory looks of reporters and bloggers, ready to barrage him with inquiries of his ongoing defeats, his future plans to ensure a win: He hated it. He wanted nothing more but to retreat to his hotel room in peace and quiet to reflect on what he could have done better, what he did so wrong. With every step toward the press table, his footing grew heavier than the last, that awful sensation in the pit of his stomach settling, worsening once he sat down.

A mic is placed on him by an assistant, and a reporter emerges amid the sea of people that grow calm. His blue, tired eyes meet theirs.

“Mr. Donaldson.”

“Hi.”

The reporter clears their throat. “I... can only assume this wasn't the result you'd be hoping for— none of us had. I mean, months and months of agonizingly hard training regimens and diets to stick to... I can't fathom how disappointed you must be feeling right now,” 

 A long pause.

“…Why don’t we just start with something simple: What exactly happened out there, today?”

Amongst the quiet whispers and shutter clicks that flash from cameras that stun him, Art Donaldson, the acclaimed savior of tennis is utterly silent; frozen. 

“... Art?”

“...”

He doesn’t utter a word, he doesn't have any to explain why he continued to be a disappointment to not only himself, but to everyone around him. His trainers, his media team, his fans... himself. The deafening loud ringing in his ears finally falls silent when his wings are clipped and he falls back down to earth. Despite it all, the waves of anguish, the disappointment, the embarrassment he feels for those around him... he smiles, glassy-eyed and defeated for the tabloids to see in all his pitiful glory.

“What happened?”

[royalarchivist]

[A sad violin song plays over an image of a sad hamster]

Pac: This doesn't have anything to do with me – I wear a blue sweatshirt, you're crazy, this mouse doesn't even have a sweatshirt, this hamster! [Reading chat] Am I a depressed hamster?

[ Transcript continued ↓ ]*

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Pac: Actually– that's fine! I embrace that idea – of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy? [He hits his desk, then starts counting off people on his fingers] Fit is gone, Richarlyson is gone, Ramon is gone, Bagi and Empanada who were always there when we were there are also gone, I haven't seen them! It's just me and Tubbo, and sometimes Philza shows up.

Pac: I lost Chume Labs, I lost the Favela, I lost Murder Mystery, I lost Ilha Chume Labs, it's crazy! Look at how much I've lost, and I've gained nothing! Of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy?! How am I supposed to be happy?!

Pac: [Reading chat] "You have us Pac," that's true, thank you. No, that's true, sorry.

* NOTE: Please note that this is an incomplete transcript, as I was primarily relying on Aypierre's translation mod at the time and if I am not confident of the translation, I do not include it. As always, please feel free to add on translations or message me corrections.

[leon-on-the-froggy-chair]

AAAAAA big deterence from my usual postings

Flexing the multifandom brain cells and dropping these studies I did of stinky mask man:

Seemed seasonally appropriate

[cj-kenobi]

🌙I wanna do what lovers do with you🌙

🌼I wanna walk the edge of the Earth with you🌼

🌻I wanna say to you the minute feel the heat,🌻

☀️Would you be, my lover?☀️

M'lover - Kishi Bashi

Some bonus pieces under the cut <3

Full song

This was gonna be one of the panels but I liked it with the mirror vibes better

There's also a version with lyrics :)

[hexadopamine]

hey. you. grabs you by the shoulders. look. look at this

[dawnthefluffyduck]

*peeks behind corner*

*leaves*

...of course, I should mention that this was only possible with the help of @patchwork-crow-writes; he helped me with the final stage of writing and gave me a ton of good feedback+writing tips, and was just super encouraging during the entire writing process. It'd never get done, much less posted, without his help, so thank you again Mr. Crow!

[pizzaqueen]

Shamelessly borrowed this idea from the show Smiley and made it Steddie then changed it up a little:

Steve wakes up before Eddie. It takes him a moment or two to remember where he is, but when he does he smiles. He looks over to see Eddie sleeping soundly, curled up on his side, facing Steve. He looks peaceful and cute and Steve’s heart feels too big.

There’s a lock of hair falling over Eddie’s face, stirring every time Eddie breathes, so Steve reaches out and brushes it away, letting the backs of his fingers trail over Eddie’s cheek.

And the moment they do, Eddie startles awake, slapping Steve’s hand away. “Ahhh!”

“Ahhh!” Steve rolls onto his back, clutching the sheets to his chest.

Eddie blinks sleepily at him. “What?”

“What?”

“There was a bug or something on me,” Eddie says, rubbing at his face.

“Yeah.” Steve blinks up at the ceiling, heart beating wildly. It’s too early in the morning for this.

“So,” Eddie says, snuffling and apparently unaware of Steve’s jangled nerves, “did you sleep well?”

“Just fine.”

“Me too.”

Maybe Steve should go. Is this going to be awkward?

But then a warm hand curls around Steve’s arm and he looks over to see Eddie staring at him with warm, sleepy eyes, full of affection. His heart beats hard for a completely different reason. He rolls onto his side again and says, “But I could probably do with an hour or two more in bed.”

Eddie grins and snuggles in close. “Me too.” And he doesn’t jerk away when Steve runs his hand over his face, this time, just leans into the touch and lets Steve kiss him.

[lewmagoo]

the Anxiety threatens to swallow me whole today

[themanirealityshifter]

knowing now that i have hyperfixations and special interests is very helpful and nice to know, BUT it raises the question “what am i” even more, and i need to shift to a reality immediately where somebody can tell me what the actual fuck i am other than just a silly little guy

[caterpillarinacave]

Shin has come to terms with being eaten by a Tylosaur in his sleep.

(entirely inspired and based off this post by @dawnquafam )

[salezmanradioz]

I'm so unwell about Johnny / Juniper and his interactions with others (like Phoenix Polyblank, The Handler, Niles, Nora etc etc) it's just hard to formulate it into words. I can vividly imagine scenarios in my head but when it comes to writing it down it just sounds like I'm going to go on a lengthy paragraph essay.

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Also I tend to do a tremendous amount of song rambles as I call it. If a song heavily fits a character, I go into great descriptive details about it and it's association with said character. Hmmm

[lesbianwithchainsaws]

Thinking about maybe writing a short little fic where Abed is worried about moving to an apartment with Troy, because change is terrifying and there will be a lot of things that will change, and Troy tries to comfort him and assure him that things will be fine

[sincerity--extreme]

[zerothisnero]

Hey chat having another once in a blue moon hyperfixation moment with the Mario bros 3 cartoon again so erm take some drawings of my oc and Kooks ig

[084392]

thinking about a cheren/hilda post bw2 reunion where she just kind of awkwardly waits outside the aspertia gym for cheren...