#and also real jay

[purplecyborgnewt]

[mellosdrawings]

Twst X Descendants

*clears throat*

LOOK AT MY WIFE Y'ALL!!!

Evie is the best character in Descendants and I will fight anybody who says otherwise!

And best chara design goes to Uma coz seriously, look at her. She's the best. She should have a crown.

(Bonus)

[potatobugz]

did you know? ninjago season 6: skybound (bonus drawings under the cut. i feel like im going insane)

[wonryllis]

ʬʬ. ! POKER FACE ﹙ SHE'S GOT ME LIKE NOBODY ﹚

𝒏o𝓉ℯs. park sunghoon with fem!reader 𖥔 ݁ enemies but secretly in love and oblivious, fluff. LIB? word count `2375

prompt. wiping a bit of frosting (or smth else) off of their cheek while eating and taking it for themself from list 02. part of this event by @okwonyo

JAY VER. JAKE VER. SUNGHOON VER: one-sided

"you look like a chipmunk," and i wanna kiss you so bad right now. sunghoon really wishes he could do that, grab your jaw, fingers digging into your soft puffed cheeks, and pull you against him as he smashes his lips into yours.

he's been dreaming of it for as long as he can remember. for as long as he knew he shouldn't be dreaming of that. for as long as he knew you have hated him and for as long as he has been supposed to be hating you too.

look sunghoon doesn't really have a solid reason to hate you besides the fact that you crush on his best friend (especially when he's been here all along?) but if getting to talk to you and sticking close by comes at the cost of pretending to do, then he doesn't really mind it. though it doesn't do much because everyone, from friends to professors, everyone can see how he's been waiting on the opportunity to jump you.

and you? you are the most oblivious thing there can ever be. sunghoon could be right up in your face, whispering sweet nothings and everything in between and you'd refuse to believe he feels anything but hatred for you. if not that then annoyance? because you for sure are always annoyed at him and his flirty antics.

"shut-" he's suddenly reaching forward and across the table, hands cupping your cheek, oh god he's melting you're so soft, thumb swiping against your skin to wipe off the salad dressing. he puts it into his mouth next, sucking off the sweet sauce with an irritating smirk on his face,"so cute," a look of lure in his hooded eyes staring at you,"eat slowly baby no one's gonna take your foo-,"

"m nat yiur baby!" you interrupt immediately, speaking through the stuffed salad in your cheeks, eyes shifting back and forth to heeseung sitting beside him. praying he wouldn't misunderstand even though your insanely fast beating heart clearly knows who it's beating for.

"come on babies don't speak with full mouth, no matter how cute you look," i'm gonna die if you don't stop right now sunghoon feels like he'll combust any moment, blow his cover and mess everything up. he doesn't give a shit that your crush aka his friend, is sitting right next to him, if anything he's doing it in front of him on purpose even though he knows the boy has got no feelings for you. he has just got something for the way your face scrunches adorably when you get annoyed, and how your oh so kissable lips turn into an angry pout that does nothing to show your anger but tempt him even more.

"ou knww wat m levnig," grabbing your plate with you, you give heeseung a tight lipped cheery little smile and two short kicks under the table to sunghoon before leaving the area.

fuck park sunghoon and fuck his hotness and fuck how he gets to you every single time. your heartbeat keeps on getting higher and skipping beats with each step you take, repeatedly hearing his words in your head again and again. even more so when you hear the sound of his footsteps behind you, those very familiar clicking of his chelsea dress shoes that suit him devilishly well.

"enjoy," sunghoon leaves the table after you, patting his friend's back in a quick apology and rushing away.

"yo chipmunk cheeks! wait up for me!"

"get away!"

just fucking kiss already. lee heeseung has had it enough already. he can't stand third wheeling anymore, it's making him sick. he needs to get you two into seven minutes in heaven or something. just anything to end whatever this is you have going on with him stuck in between.

"whatcha doin baby chicks?" sunghoon's annoying ass voice has you looking up from your book, eyes following him as he drags out the chair beside yours and plops himself down smugly. he's alone. he's alone alone.

"where's heeseung?" you ask, remembering how he promised he'd bring along the boy for a study date. the sole reason you agreed to meet him in the library.

"somewhere between those shelves," sunghoon fingers point towards the rows behind your table,"probably getting you know what," he suggests, resting his head on his hands, staring at you trying to find your guy. "liar, he's not like you," you retort and it has sunghoon grinning from ear to ear,"hm, what do you think i am like?" there's a hint of amusement and a tone of teasing in his voice, it makes it hard for you to conceal your nervousness. so many times of it happening yet you still can't control the fluttering butterflies and sparks in your stomach. are you sure you're crushing on the right person? well heeseung is nice he helps you with notes from missed classes and most importantly doesn't taunt you for being second.

"a predator," nevertheless trying to outwardly stand your ground is something you have learned to do when it comes to him. do not show how weak he gets you. do not let him have the upper hand. that's been your motto since day one.

you almost feel your heart jumping out of your chest when he bends to grab the seat of your chair and pulls you closer, leaning so close to your face, you feel his breath hit your lips with every exhale,"so you must be my pretty little prey?" if you move just an inch forward you'd end up smearing your cherry gloss on his chapped lips, feeling hyper aware of every little movement from the touch of his fingers near the hem of your skirt to the little shifting you do in your seat. fidgeting and constant staring at each other's lips. the faint hovering of his palm on your thighs, the other lingering over hand resting on the table, like a cage in between,"you're gettin-"

"guys i finally found it!" you're snapped out of it when heeseung slams a pile of books on the table, hands flapping up to slap against sunghoon's chest and push him away with all the might you got.

it takes you a few minutes to settle yourself down into calm, ignoring the way sunghoon complains about being harshly shoved for apparently no reason. and smiling at heeseung as he explains how he'd been trying to look for some books on zoology which somehow happened to always be borrowed out, that is until today. you take a second look at the books he shows, hitting an embarassing realization, eyes switching between the two guys.

"wait- you were looking for these books over there?" pointing to the same rows sunghoon did initially.

"what else were you thinking in that tiny head of yours, chipmunk?" sunghoon wiggles his brows suggestively knowing exactly what you were thinking of, enjoying the way you come to the horrific realization of how you both were just flirting, more specifically of what you implied and what you didn't deny.

"nothing, shut up and do your own work!" a poor attempt at brushing it off but he'll let it go since you aren't really alone right now. a lovesick grin, eyes trained on you the entire time. only heeseung notices and once again wonders of when you'll knock it off.

"miss second place at a frat party? that's new," if there's hell, yours is definitely tied to sunghoon, your personal lucifer on guard. amidst a roaring crowd of people he still manages to find you and get on your nervous in a matter of seconds. time and again he's proven to be the bane of your existence.

"shouldn't that go for you, mr first place? don't you want to keep it?" against the counter on the far end of the kitchen, he has you trapped.

"keeping you? i think i already have it," his lips grazing over your ear as he whispers in a low voice, pulling away immediately to leave you wanting for more. "no i-" you shutter for the first time in front of him, shit.

"i meant the last assignment, i scored more than you," you sound much softer and tinier than you would have ever liked to, but your brain's in such a mess you can't think straight.

"you're so studious it's cute but chipmunk i couldn't give a shit about being second place to you, you can take my place any time you like," he gets so much closer again you start panicking, if you don't get out of here right now, losing all your pride and prudence to him wouldn't be impossible anymore.

pushing him away slightly you hope he'd give way to you,"i'm gonna go find heeseung," adding all the more reason to it. "let me help you with that," but he's adamant on not leaving you alone today. six months of watching you have a crush on his best friend and he's had enough.

dragging you out to the living room, he brings you to the couch on the other end of where heeseung stands surrounded by his group of friends. and sitting down on it, is immediately pulling you onto his lap, hands going around the waist to hold you close,"let's make him jealous," his lips brush against yours, getting a sweet taste of your lipgloss. just like how he's always imagined.

"kiss me,"

and heeseung sighs from across the room. fucking finally.

taglist. ( open ) @kangseulgithegreat @s00buwu @luvyev @pockyyasii @nctislifue @ashtxrie @miniature-tragedy @jayujus @nanabbg @thoughtsmeander2tumblingblindly

[its-kinda-snowy]

Aren't you guys supposed to be VCR repairmen or something?

[southern--downpour]

giving jay one of the highest blorbo badges of honor i can offer (giving him my joint issues)

[lloydgaymerdyke]

rewatching skybound w my friend and jay just dropped the line “… he tried to convince me my dad died. but that wasn’t my real dad. my real dad lives with my mom, happy in the junk yard.”

and i’m 😭😭😭 SOBBING😭 his real dad lives with his mom. happy in the junk yard.

[mikonez]

I’m playing with your Oscar and my Arthur like dolls and I’m making them kissy kiss (technically no sweeter innocence fanart but also I just think it’s funny we picture each other’s Oscar while reading it lmao)

Mikonez and Potatolord crossover blindfaith moment

OH MYGO D SEEING OUR GUYS TOGETHER FEELS LIKE I WON THE LOTTERY ON CHRISTMAS

he!! could do!!!! dinner!!!! 🗣🗣‼️ @lighthouseshepard look what you have done to us

naturally I read it again for the *cough* time and this time only pictured your guys (for enrichment) and.

big fan >:)

[stupid-interrupted]

Just found this in the thrift store for cheap, anyone else want it, can't really tell what it's about. 【・_・?】

Quick lil drawing inspired by @/payaso/babas69 calico critter art ! This was fun to do lmao thinking up random hitb related stuff that would make sense. : P

[slcmml]

schlatt & reader. fluff.

“this is stupid,” schlatt grumbled, staring down at the plate between you both.

you let out a shaky laugh, your fingers fidgeting against your sleeve. “yeah.”

the two of you sat at the dining table, a single dish in front of you—something neither of you had ever tried before. trying new food was hard, but it was supposed to be easier with someone else, right?

except now you were both just staring at it, neither of you making a move.

schlatt sighed, leaning back in his chair. “look, we can just forget it. we don’t have to try new shit.”

you chewed the inside of your cheek. “i know.”

he looked at you for a second, scanning your face. you could tell he meant it—he never pressured you. never told you to just eat it or made you feel bad about how anxious you got. he got it. maybe not to the same extent, but he understood.

still, you hated how this made you feel. the tightness in your chest, the nausea curling in your stomach before you’d even taken a bite. it was just food. it shouldn’t be this hard.

you swallowed. “i… i think i wanna try it.”

his brows lifted slightly, but he nodded. “okay.”

you hesitated before cutting a tiny piece, your hands trembling. it felt like your body was rejecting it before it even touched your tongue. your breathing was unsteady, your heartbeat loud in your ears.

you felt schlatt’s hand rest over yours—warm, solid. “hey. you good?”

you nodded quickly. “yeah. yeah, just… gimme a second.”

he didn’t rush you. just gave your hand a small squeeze, his own fork still untouched beside him.

you took a breath, closed your eyes, and finally, finally took a bite.

…nope.

your whole body tensed as the taste hit you, and you barely swallowed before pushing the plate away, shaking your head. nausea swelled in your stomach, and you covered your mouth, trying not to gag.

schlatt grabbed a napkin, setting it in front of you in case you needed it. “bad?”

you nodded frantically, squeezing your eyes shut. “i—i can’t.”

“alright.” he didn’t sound annoyed, didn’t make any snide comments. he just took the plate and pulled it away from you, like it wasn’t a big deal. “forget it. we’ll get something else.”

you exhaled shakily, leaning against him as the nausea slowly faded. “sorry.”

he scoffed, wrapping an arm around you. “shut the fuck up.”

you let out a weak chuckle, and after a second, he reached for his fork.

“guess i’ll give it a shot,” he muttered, taking a bite—and immediately grimacing.

you watched as he chewed slowly, looking downright miserable.

“well?” you asked, voice still small.

he swallowed hard and made a face. “fucking disgusting.”

you blinked—then let out a laugh, leaning into him as the weight on your chest finally lifted.

he pressed a kiss to your temple, grumbling against your skin. “we’re getting burgers. shit was gross.”

© slcmml

[hyolks]

lean on me

[loopyarts]

Two little Robin hoods.

[robinasnyder]

Ya know, Jay’s going to therapy. Jon mentions as much in Shazam, and there’s still like suggestions about it in Secret Six. But is Jon going to therapy? Imma bet no. I bet you the answer is no.

Jon has a very real problem, which boils down to this: in trying desperately to avoid dealing with his own trauma, he’s trying to force himself and the people around him back into the past, rather than moving forward and trying to deal with the present situation post trauma. He says multiple times that he wants things to go back to the way they were before. Back before everything happened, back when Jon could say he was good and not feel like it might be a lie.

I think that if Jon hadn’t been kidnapped and mind controlled that Jon never would have been so forgiving of Nia. Even if Nia had died and helped to save him twice, I don’t think he would feel so strongly about wanting Jay to forgive her and let it go.

His problem with Jay hating Nia isn’t that Nia saved Jon, or that Jon’s worrying about Jay wanting revenge. Jon is heavily projecting what happened to him onto Nia. Nia was blackmailed. Jon was brainwashed. Jon was forced to be a back seat driver to his own body. And he watched himself devastate the community he’d grown up in, the heroes he thought were so good and the people who would look up to him. And despite the fact that his body and powers were used like a weapon he wasn’t even party to using, he’s terrified that what happened makes him unforgivable.

When Jon gets upset about Jay not forgiving Nia, it’s because Jon seems to believe on some subconscious level that if Nia can still be a good person, if she can be forgiven, then Jon’s sins aren’t unforgiveable.

For Jon, Nia’s his mirror. For Jay, she’s the enemy.

Unfortunately, if Jon doesn’t figure this out fast, he’s going to lose his boyfriend. Yes, Nia did save Jon, but she was also part of why Jay lost so much. Jay’s living very much in the present, in what’s happened, in what to do next. I think that’s a function of everything Jay’s suffered before now too. He doesn’t have the privilege to not be aware and present in what’s going on. The slightest misstep and he can lose even more. I bet keeping his eyes wide open is how he escaped, and how he’s made it this far. I bet he probably has problems letting go and not constantly keeping an eye on threats. Like him watching Waller in her cell. The fact that he’s not as paranoid as Batman at this point is an actual miracle.

So, Jay’s got both eyes open, looking forward, while Jon’s looking behind them. They’re walking down the road together, hands clasped tight, but Jon keeps bumping into and stepping on Jay because he’s not looking forward.

I wanna add, the part where Jon is trying to argue with the guard about letting them in really stands out to me. He’s clinging so hard to the concept of being good, of being Superman’s son, of being someone who can hold that mantel. There’s a heavy instability in the guilt, and he’s drowning in it. If he can’t figure out his problem, he’s going to take multiple people down with him.

That being said, I believe that if Jon can identify his issue and put it into words and admit it that he’ll actually fix it. Right now, he’s focused so much on Jay, how Jay’s doing, how he’s healing, that Jon isn’t working on his own problems. Almost like he doesn’t think he deserves to heal, or feel better, or anything but suffer. But that type of mentality will straight up kill relationships.

[portrait-of-a-moron]

Bruise, they could never make me hate you.

I’m finally getting back into art, and I’m starting to finally feel proud of the things I’m making. I know I still have a very long way to go until I can get to a point where I don’t feel dumb everytime I post, but I’m getting there.

[ahalliance]

interesting lore moment with the francophone yesterday (as in, it personally gave me brainworms) ft. qétoiles’ horrible, no good, stupid (lack of) self-preservation . subs in English, transcript below the cut

All spoken in French — translated into English subtitles

[Video transcript:

Etoiles: And, actually, I have a theory. Basically what happened is that I’ve just returned from a mission from Cucurucho.

Antoine: And what was the mission?

Etoiles: To do a dungeon, and to recover something from the dungeon.

Antoine: And what was this “something”?

Etoiles: And the “something” was a book that sorta says that I’m a test subject.

Antoine: A test subject?!

Baghera: What’s up with your arm? You’ve got a coded arm.

Etoiles: Uh, it’s from holding the shield, basically.

Baghera: Ahhh

(Pause)

Antoine: Watch out that it doesn’t contaminate you, or else you’ll turn into a code, man.

Etoiles: That’s impossible, man, I can’t be a code.

Antoine: That’s what the old codes said before becoming codes, you know.

Etoiles: No— well, we’ve never spoken.

Baghera: Maybe you shouldn’t be using the shield as much then, no?

Etoiles: Well, as it stands, I’ve been using it for a really long time, and my mind is still healthy, honestly. And the proof is—

Baghera: Well, half of his face took the brunt of it instead.

Etoiles: Yeah, but it’s not all there is, you know.

(Pause)

Baghera: Let me worry, Etoiles, right now.

Etoiles: You’re right. You’re right! But everything’s going well, I’m doing very, very well—

Antoine: It’s true that you look a bit sick.

Etoiles: Uh, yeah, for the past seven years, it’s a chronic illness, it happened—

Antoine: No, but not this one, the other— you seem even sicker, still.

Etoiles: Yeah, okay. Yeah but no, I’m fine. No, no, it’s fine, honestly.

End Video Transcript.]

[orionis13]

Lil sketchies from riptide 111 we got serious mode (good jay n gill scene) and silly mode (silly)