#and like I dunno people are all so stupid about it

[archangeldyke-all]

Angel… hear me out…

butch babies already has 4 drabbles, just one more to get an emoji and be officially a series soooo… what do we (you) think about writing about one of them being jealous maybe bc of insecurities (like idk someone was flirting with sev and reader started feeling insecure bc she is like complete opposite of this other girl), OR maybe they got on a stupid argument and they both are so dumb and stubborn that they don’t know how to solve shit (they are teenagers after all) so they try and make a move to solve everything like organizing something in their hideout but they end up planing the exact same thing JSMDMDKD. OR how would be their first time together (i kinda picture sev waiting for an adequate moment and trying to make it really special for reader, maybe as a birthday gift, or celebrating like an anniversary of that first fight when they meet).

I’m just obsessed with them atm 😭😭😭

this whole series is healing my inner teenager ugh asd;lfjas;ldkj

men and minors dni

you're having a shitty night.

you and sevika snuck up to piltover to sneak into some university frat party-- looking to sell the shitty cave-weed you've been growing in your hideout to rich college kids who don't know any better. at first, it was fun. you made good money, drank expensive liquor, and danced to piltie music.

but now, you're a little drunk, you've got a headache from the altitude, and sevika's pissing you off. she's got her signature cocky smirk-- the one usually directed at you-- pointed at some pretty, proper, pilite girl.

sevika says she's yours. she says you're her favorite girl in the world. but... sometimes you worry.

you know you're different from most girls your age. you've never been interested in typical girly things. wearing dresses makes something nervous start to crawl around in your stomach, and you prefer to keep your hair short and out of the way, not bothering with ribbons or clips or bows. even in zaun; where piltover pinks and frills are traded out for flashy piercings and bold makeup-- femininity just doesn't suit you, no matter what form it takes.

you huff as your girlfriend leans closer to the piltie girl, snatching the closest bottle of good liquor and storming out of the frat house.

you make it halfway down the block before sevika comes running after you.

"hey! don't you hear me callin' your fuckin' name?" you roll your eyes and keep walking. you can hear her scramble after you, before she reaches out and tugs your arm. "what's your fucking problem?"

"what's your fucking problem!?" you ask.

sevika gawks at you. "i-i dunno?" she asks. "i thought we were having a fun time!"

"you sure seemed to be having fun." you huff.

"well, yeah! babe, look!" sevika reaches in her pockets and starts pulling out silverware and watches. you snort and roll your eyes, and resist the temptation to show your best friend your own stolen goods from the evening.

"sev... do you ever think..."

"what?" she asks, still confused.

you sigh. "sometimes i feel like you should be with someone so prettier than me."

"what?!" sevika shouts. "y-you're the prettiest girl in the entire universe--"

"yeah, but i'm not, like..." you flail a bit, looking for the words.

sevika frowns at you. "you're not what?"

"you know sevika. you've known me since i was a kid. you're the same way, sorta." you say.

"so you don't think i'm pretty?" sevika asks.

you gasp and reach out for her with your free hand. "no!" you shout. "sevika-- you're so pretty, your face is all i ever think abo--"

"then why are you being weird?!" sevika shouts.

"because you were flirting with that girl!"

sevika freezes, then she bursts into laughter. "babe!" she cackles.

you huff and pull away from her, taking a sip off the bottle you'd stolen.

"i don't get what's funny."

"i was scamming her!" sevika cackles. you blink.

"what?" you ask.

sevika shrugs. "people up here are rich. and stupid. she was telling me all about how she snuck out of her sorority house-- how everyone who lives there is at a party tonight--"

"we cannot rob a sorority house!" you cut your girlfriend off. sevika deflates.

"but babe!" she whines.

you can't help but giggle with relief and exasperation. sevika must be even drunker than you-- she only gets this mischievous when she's drunk.

"absolutely not. c'mon, i took this bottle, we can go to our hideout and have our own party."

"but i only got like three sets of silverware!"

"look." you giggle, pushing the bottle into sevika's hands and reaching into your sports bra. underneath your shirt, flannel, and jacket, nobody could see the increasingly lumpy silhouette of all the shit you managed to sneak out of the frat house. telescopes, fancy lighters, pocket watches, bifocal glasses, and best of all-- two unlimited piltover university cafeteria passes.

"holy shit!" sevika gasps, grinning down at your haul. "you're fucking amazing!" she giggles.

you smile. "i'm sorry i freaked out."

"i'm sorry i didn't tell you my evil plan. guess i oughta tell my partner in crime about my criminal plans, eh?" she teases. you laugh, redistributing your goodies from the evening in your pockets, before grabbing sevika's hand and tugging her toward the university's campus. you're gonna treat your girl to an all expenses paid cafeteria dinner.

"yes, you should. now hide that liquor so we can get into the dining hall." you whisper.

sevika giggles. "these passes are for grad students. we're too young, they're gonna know!"

"we'll tell 'em we're child prodigies."

"us?!" sevika cackles. you snort and stop your trek, pulling sevika in by her waist for a kiss.

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[drkeminity]

Hero let out a slow, humorless chuckle, shakin’ his head as he wiped the last bit of grease from his fingers. “Well, hell,” he muttered, eyes flickin’ to the Maybach as it disappeared down the street, then right back to Nero. “Guess some things don’t change. You still got people doin’ the dirty work for ya.”

His voice was easy, lazy even, but there was a tension in it, buried deep beneath the southern drawl. Just enough to make it clear he wasn’t buyin’ the casual act Nero was puttin’ on. Hero wasn’t stupid. He knew damn well if Nero had really wanted his car, he’d have sent someone else for it. And yet, here he was, standin’ in front of him like a ghost Hero hadn’t quite decided if he wanted to exorcise or let linger a little longer.

His fingers itched for another cigarette, somethin’ to occupy his hands, his mouth—somethin’ to keep him from sayin’ all the things he shouldn’t. Instead, he just scoffed, glancin’ toward the shop. “Vanquish’s in the back. Should be good to go.” A beat passed, the rain still whisperin’ against the pavement, makin’ the space between ‘em feel even heavier.

Then came Nero’s next words, and Hero’s jaw tightened, just a fraction, just enough for someone who knew him to see it.

“Yeah, well,” he exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes flickin’ up to meet Nero’s, steady and unreadable. “Ain’t like you were lookin’ for me.” There was no heat behind it, no accusation, just the simple, bitter truth of it. Hero had left, sure, but Nero hadn’t exactly come runnin’ after him, either.

His smirk came back, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Fifteen years, and this is what it takes for you to darken my damn doorstep? A busted steering column?” He let the words settle between them, before shakin’ his head, a quiet chuckle rumblin’ in his chest. “Shit, man. I dunno whether to be offended or relieved.”

His fingers curled into a loose fist at his side before he forced them to relax, shoving his hands in his pockets instead. “So what is it, Nero?” he asked, voice smooth but laced with somethin’ sharper underneath. “You really here for the car? Or you just wanna see if the boy you left behind’s still worth givin’ a damn about?”

nero didn’t move at first. just let the weight of the moment settle in, heavy and unspoken. hero's voice hadn’t changed much—still had that lazy drawl. he exhaled slow through his nose, then lifted a hand in the air, flicking his fingers toward the maybach without looking back. his driver didn’t need more than that. the engine purred to life, the car pulling off smooth, leaving nothing but a low hum in the air. nero’s eyes stayed locked on hero.

"ain’t shit wrong with it," he said finally, voice coming out even, like this wasn’t fuckin’ with his head more than it should. his jaw tightened for half a second before he rolled his shoulders, forcing his body back into that easy, careless posture, moving the hand in his pocket. "here for my other one. vanquish." v12, deep blue, custom interior—one of his favorite. he’d left it here a week back. some minor bullshit with the steering column, nothing serious, just enough to be annoying. should’ve sent someone to pick it up. should’ve never walked in here himself.

"dunno what’s more fucked—seein’ you doin’ honest work or realizin’ in fifteen years this the first time i see your face." but all he saw was the same fuckin’ face, just older. different. unfamiliar in a way that made his teeth clench. his fingers twitched in the pocket, like they wanted to wrap around something—cigarette, gun, hero’s fuckin’ collar. 

[isdalinarhot]

There’s like, a phenomenon, where once a sadalinar post escapes containment and gets reblogged by randos who have never even heard of me and thus haven’t become desensitized to it, where people tend to treat it as like… uniquely strange and preposterous and baffling and horrid in a way that comparable ships like kalmoash and navaniel don’t seem to get. Like, people are #FuckMoash dicks on kalmoash kissing art, but they aren’t as, like, revolted I guess by the mere concept. I see people who are like “don’t kill me followers and I’m ashamed to even be saying this but I can see it!” and of course I’ve gotten cry-laughing emojis on posts of mine that are dead fucking serious. It’s so performative, in a way. It’s okay, internet stranger. We all know Sadeas is a Bad Guy, we all passed 2nd grade English class. We are just having fun on the internet and imagining him making out with his best friend. Come with me, take my hand

[sparklingchim]

[andiv3r]

Having to block everyone who has "wincest dni" in their bio not because I ship wincest (because I have come to the conclusion that I actually don't) but because I do think it'd be fun to poke around at the very real weirdness of their relationship that I've noticed in the show so far. And I'm 99% sure that my poking around will get seen as shipping.

[nullbutler]

something something identity something something culture

[maliciousalice]

Hear me out (or don't... it's fine I'm just venting and mean) yeah um I don't believe Chakotay was saved in Prod*gy s2.

[smile-files]

there's something interesting to be said about how nickel's female friends have to constantly school him on how horrible he is but animationepic won't say it

[a-star-that-burns-brightly]

Guys how do I make a post about the fact that the outcome of the Haruka Suicide situation only goes to send the message that disabled people are inherently expendable while also making it very clear that I think it's really dumb to assume things about someone's moral compass based on how they vote in an anime music project while also also making it clear that Milgram is a piece of media meant to criticize the audience for their decisions and the consequences for them and what that ultimately says to the characters and narrative as a whole?

[cosmicredcadet]

Hey you! yeah you stop! don't type another word! listen - listen I know what you're trying to do. you think you're being helpful by going on someones post and telling them to look at a specific media that has the basic similarity to what their post is asking for. But I'm going to tell you a secret, okay? They probably already know it. People have probably already told them about it. they probably have checked it out. because when you have such limited options it's kind of impossible not to hear about these things...and guess what...guess what - they might not of even liked it. Because if someone is asking for representation they likely want it in a story that they'll enjoy. yeah, not everyone wants to read YA drama/romance books just for the representation, crazy i know. Yeah some of us actually want well written stories about things we actually care about. some of us want characters to be like us while they fight dragons or something.

so stop typing that message about how OP should totally check out X media. maybe, if you really wanna recommend something, maybe just ASK OP is they are looking for suggestions and what kind of stories they like so you know if that's even what they're looking for. trust me, they'll appreciate your input a lot more if you just ask.

[talkorsomething]

want to cut my hair again like you wouldn't believe. What are the possible consequences of going bald

[iwakuraz]

it's not going too well

[kakusu-shipping]

My mini contribution to @echoes-lighthouse's Evil Slasher Orphanage! My wife Anna and I are here to help, and brought a few more kids of our own.

I really thought I was a horror fan until I sat down to draw this and came up blank. I guess I'm not a slasher guy, because a LOT more Monsters and Beasts came to mind, so it took a while to form a list. Though I did include Sam who is certainly a Creeture but.. They're human enough.

[taegularities]

...

[nonuggetshere]

I NEED to update my Radiance's gijinka design I stg I have such cool art ideas for her and PK but I am. So lazy.

Two sides of the same coin, equally as awful morally grey people that would maul each other to death if put in the same room, I love them 💜

I need to also focus more on her role in my AU because while I've rewritten pretty much the entire thing she was left behind and now idk what to do with her in the long run oopsie. All ik is that she ends up being mortal or near mortal after her fight with Ghost and Flower and she is Not happy about it, but it's also the only way PK would have left her alive and Flower is big on second chances so now she's just here, bitter and angry and a shadow of her former self (and actually I just didn't have it in me to kill her before I could do something cool with her + I like the potential dynamic she could have with other characters)

[this-should-do]

ykno i think that only ever being told im physically appealing by drs saying i could be prettier if i did this or that or lost weight or by my mom trying to emphasize how im a pretty GIRL to invalidate my desire to be more masculine most of my life probably affected my ability to feel good about my body