#august fools

[sapphicpond]

Tumblr rn

[buggycheese]

i wanna punch her in the face so badly

There is something wrong with me frfr

WHY DO I HATE THIS *innocent* CHILD?

[crystalbeastsquidney]

Halloween at the x mansion but it’s just everyone wearing starfleet uniforms. Charles does Not think it’s funny.

Bonus:

[the-lavender-clown]

POV: your dad got arrested again so now you’re on babysitting duty till he can bust himself out again

I HAVE BEEN WANTING TO DRAW @star-sparkler’s AUGUST IN MY COWBOY AU WITH SHELLDON FOR MONTHS AND I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO IT!!! SHE’S SO STINKING PRECIOUS!!!!

[gncrezan]

@infamous-if august pierce you have bewitched me mind body and soul.......

[imtomiee]

I was like ohh so invested in this chapter trying to figure it out and like damnn those moves then-

Sooo...like thats crazy and all but like...aren't you tired from fighting? like babe if you need any oral support i mean moral support like im right here 🙏.....or bot-

[scarlettohairdye]

It is dark and rainy outside and I regret to inform everyone that I have once again discovered I am just a slightly more complicated plant, as I wish to enter a state of dormancy (crawl back under my covers and go to sleep)

[casterhex]

we got another one boys

[reisakumaproducer]

Moonlight - A Wataru Hibiki x Reader Fic

Warning: This fic is a parody fic and not meant to be taken seriously. I do not recommend reading if you are looking for a serious Wataru x Reader fanfic.

Summary: You are going on your first date with Wataru Hibiki! As you spend time with Wataru, you can't help but worry that the brilliant idol might just be out of your reach. (Takes place during the ! era)

You fidget with a loose strand of your (h/c) hair as you stare out the window. Sunlight poured through the window, illuminating your living room and causing your face to glow brightly. Today was a very special day for you. Today was the day you would meet with Wataru Hibiki. 

Yumenosaki Academy was known for having weirdos and Wataru was no exception. You were just a humble student from the general course when you noticed the idol practicing on the rooftop. His loud voice and imposing stature captivated you, like a siren luring in a sailor. Wataru did not take notice of you at first. He was wrapped in the world of theater, reciting poems and lines that you recognized from your Shakespeare unit in English class. You felt your cheeks blush when he finally noticed you. As you spent time with the theatrical idol, you became close with him. Now you are on your first date with Wataru Hibiki.

It was six o’ clock, and Wataru had not shown up at your front door step yet. You sigh, realizing he probably abandoned you. Then suddenly you hear a loud noise coming from outside of your house. You rush outside, your (h/c) hair blowing furiously in the wind. The wind was coming from a blimp in the air.

“Ahahahahah!” you hear a gleeful laugh coming from the blimp. Your heart skips a beat as you recognize that laugh. “My beloved (y/n) ! It is I, your very own Hibiki Wataru!”

Wataru jumps from the blimp and lands on the ground. He stands up as though nothing happened to him, smiling at you with his hands on his hips. “Fufufu, you should check your right pocket! You will find a pleasant surprise in there from your very own idol! ☆”

You put your hand in your right pocket and pull out a bouquet of red spider lilies. “Oh Wataru! This is lovely. You shouldn’t have.” You smell the bouquet and smile at the pleasant aroma that floods your nostrils. Wataru plucks a flower from the bouquet and places it behind your ear. He bows. 

“Today is the day we embark on a new journey of love! Let us take the first step in this new chapter in our lives.”

A ladder from the blimp descends in front of you. You stifle your laugh, appreciating Wataru’s comedic timing. He takes your hand and guides you toward the ladder. He helps you climb up, your hands shaking as you slowly ascend into the air. Wataru notices your anxiety and sings a calming melody as you climb. You feel a tingling sensation on your cheeks as you realise he is looking out for you.

You get into Wataru’s blimp. He takes your hand and you follow him onto the couch. You both sit down, and he lets you lie on his shoulder as the blimp flies into the evening sky. You rest against his silky hair, letting it sift between your fingers. Wataru strokes your back as you do this, causing you to smile as you look into his lavender eyes.

“Your eyes are so beautiful. I can just swim into them for hours on end,” you tell him. You immediately feel a pang of embarrassment in your stomach. Swim in his eyes? Why would you say that! You don’t even know how to properly swim. Wataru chuckles, ignoring your flustered face.

“Your eyes are like the night sky itself! I can see the reflection in them, like the stars across the darkness. Even clowns can be enamored by your beauty.”

Your cheeks turn red. You lean in for a kiss when suddenly, you notice the lighting in the blimp starts to change. As the sun started to set, the moon started to peak from beneath the clouds, casting its milky rays through the blimp’s window. Wataru’s hair started to glow. It was like it was the moon itself, illuminating the darkness of the blimp. You wanted to play with it again. You want to feel his soft strands brush against your fingertips. Yet Wataru was like the moonlight. No matter how much you wanted to bask in it and have it shine down upon you, you could never have it in your possession. You cannot grab onto moonlight, just like how Wataru’s hair would sift through your fingers if you tried to grab onto it. The moon can comfort you with its light while all you can do is admire it from afar. 

Tears roll down your cheek at this realization. Wataru notices your tears and shakes his head. He uses a strand of his sentient hair to wipe your cheeks. His hair feels soft against your delicate skin.

“Do not cry, my dear (y/n). It is a clown’s job to entertain, and a clown is doing a poor job if their audience is drowning in tears,” Wataru quietly whispers. “Your face is very beautiful in the moonlight.”

Your tears dry. You realize you can reach the moon, even if it feels far away.

Wataru stops the blimp over a forest. He helps you descend the rope ladder. You find yourself in a clearing surrounded by tall pine trees and a pond. There is a wooden arch bridge over the pond and a willow tree casting its leaves over the water. You feel a cool breeze flutter through the area. You take Wataru’s hand, his firm fingers interlocking with yours.

Wataru leads you onto the bridge. Its wooden surface creaks with each step you take. You both admire the moon shining into the water below. You lean against Wataru’s shoulder. 

“Wataru, I’ve been meaning to show you something,” You tell him.

“Fufufu, it is my turn to be surprised! What are you planning on showing me, (y/n)?”

“I have been practicing a poem to recite to you. I want to get better at acting. Would you like to hear it?”

Wataru nods his head. You take a deep breath and recite your love poem for him.

“Oh Wataru my dearest,

You are the fairest.

You are like the Sans 

to my Nagito who dances

With glee with his love

Who fits him like a glove.

Oh Wataru my moon,

You make me swoon

I love you.”

You deliver the poem in a completely monotone voice. Wataru claps his hands and sheds a few tears.

“Amazing! The purest of words from your heart have been delivered. I wish I could return them but atlas, I am not good at acting without a script.”

Wataru then kneels down in front of you and retrieves his mask from his back pocket, as though he was proposing to you. This is the purest form of Wataru’s love for you. You reach out to touch the mask, when suddenly you hear a loud crack.

The wooden boards of the bridge break and you fall into the pond. Wataru uses his sentient hair to reach for you. You grab onto his strands, but his hair sifts through your fingers. You become drenched in the cold pond waters. The moonlight shines above you as you desperately try to tread the water.

[poughkeepsies]

coming into money but still having to work is so fucked. I should be at the club. I can afford to buy more than one drink now.

[darcyolsson]

oh my god last night my friend drunkenly confessed to me that she had been feeling very lonely these past few months and i told her i'd been feeling the exact same and we were both kind of shocked bc we both felt like the other person was doing amazing (which also kept both of us from reaching out, bc the other person seemed busy and intimidatingly happy) and it was this really weird moment which felt like smth from a play or something. like real life dramatic irony. and the craziest part is that she literally lives a two minute walk away from me too so we were literally having our simultaneous lonely breakdowns across the street from each other. so i guess what im trying to say is check on your friends and dont believe social media

[hballegro]

Back not even an hour later to say that I didn't know ao3 had an invite queue i had to wait in. Speedrunning to publish my first ever fic on the monolith of fics just to realize I shoulda tossed my name in the hat 2 weeks ago

Needless to say im

I just wanted to post bj and hawk holding hands and having a platonic-or-romantic-depending-on-how-you-wanna-read-it moment where bj breaks down a little bit but the universe has stymied me once more

[archersgoon]

the international consensus that isaboe must be besotted with finnikin is so funny. they do not like that man

[2015mai24]

[sing-you-fools]

i can't believe i invented blueberry banana pie 24 years ago. i was a culinary genius as a child 💙

(note to self: get french vanilla ice cream tomorrow)