#baby PLEASE

[comatosebunny09]

Daddy 😩😩😩

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

song for the fic!!

"C'mon Pony, you know this." Darry can feel himself gettin' agitated. He wasn't meant to be a teacher. He didn't have the patience. He sighs, stands up from the table 'n runs a hand down his neck. The more frustrated he gets the antsier Pony became. Maybe they both just needed a break.

"I just don't get it!" Pony slams his pencil against the table 'n drops his head into his hands. Darry rolls his eyes, crosses over to the sink 'n tries his best to bite back on an almighty sigh. Glory, the kid was prone to dramatics.

It certainly didn't help that it was, for all accounts 'n purposes, a beautiful day. Probably the first warm one of the year. Soda 'n Steve, on a rare day off, were hangin' around the house, Two comin' to join in sometime after lunch. 'N it was clearly makin' Pony fidgety. But if the kid hadn't wanted to spend the weekend at the kitchen table, he should have done his goddamn homework last night when Darry had told him to.

Darry blows out a long breath, white knuckles the sink. The kid wasn't workin' his nerves on purpose. He was just frustrated.

The windows open 'n the kind of soft breeze they waited all winter for 'n dreaded missin' once the summer set in is whisperin' around the curtains. Soda's out in the yard, crouched down in the dirt, Steve 'n Two hoverin' over him. Steve's got his face all screwed up in disgust 'n Two's grinnin' so hard his mouth hurts. Darry sighs, some kind of longin' for bein' a kid crawlin' unpleasantly up his throat.

Pony, who'd been peekin' out at him from between his fingers, presses his palms against his eyes 'n groans. "C'mon, Dar, I'll do it later. I promise." He blinks up at Darry with big, wide eyes 'n Darry frowns at him sternly. He'd give anythin' to just let the kid rip the stupid math homework in half 'n call it a day.

"No, Pony, you said that last night. In fact, I remember you promisin' up 'n down you wouldn't bitch about it today if I let you go to the drive-in." Pony at least has the decency to look a little sheepish but he doesn't stop him from lettin' out a long, wordless whine. "C'mon, let's get it done."

Outside, Steve yowls 'n Two cackles. Both of them glance to the window again. It didn't matter how many years separated them, there's a common thread that connects them: the ache of missin' out on the first day of summer when the laughter slides under the door 'n the sun beats down onto that faded square on the wood floor 'n you'd do anythin' to throw on untied shoes 'n run out into the street, knowin' that there'd always be someone waitin' on the porch for you.

Glory, how had their parents done it?

"Look, just finish up this sheet." He wasn't as strong as their ma. 'N he would never claim to be. Pony pouts but sits up again, puttin' his pencil back to the paper. "So, if you-"

"Oh, you won't." Soda giggles from the lawn 'n Steve yowls.

"So if you-"

"Oh, I will." Someone tackles the other to the ground. A heap of freckled laughter rollin' around 'n grindin' grass stains into fresh white shirts.

"If you carry the one here-"

"I double dog dare ya!" That phrase never bode well in the Curtis gang 'n it's just enough excuse for Darry 'n Pony to blink at each other once 'n race to the front door. Pony gets there first, swingin' the screen hard against the house 'n trippin' out onto the creakin' porch. Darry's not far behind him.

Steve's got grass in his dark hair, vest bunched up high around his waist, legs stretched in front of him in the leaves, scowlin' at Soda in disgust 'n pure, childhood curiosity. The kind you get when you'd dare a friend to ride down the hill everyone was a lil' too scared to try 'n a little too proud to admit 'n watch as, for a moment, he rode on air. The closest a kid could ever get to the back of a lightnin' bolt. 'N then he'd bail 'n break his leg 'n you'd suddenly realize there was a reason everyone was scared of that ol' hill.

Two's on his knees, grass stains smudged across the places where they dig into the dirt, a dollar scrunched up in his fist, face split in eager anticipation.

Glory, Darry thinks suddenly, I remember when I'd've done anythin' for a dollar.

'N he had.

He glances down at Pony, the wind pushin' his bangs off his forehead 'n thinks about that hot July day a ten-year-old Soda 'n a thirteen year old Darry had convinced Pony that if he jumped off the porch railin' with a sheet he'd fly.

He'd busted his mouth. Darry 'n Soda had hastily paid him every nickel to their names in the form of hush money. Seven dollars 'n thirty-two cents.

God. But that had been a million years ago.

"Soda?" Pony calls 'n Soda whips around. He's danglin' a worm, wrigglin' 'n squirmin', over a mouth stained with strawberries 'n grinnin' wide, toothy smiles.

Hadn't Darry done that once? Caked fingers in mud 'n scraped soil from his nails? Had laughed 'n swallowed ants off the sidewalk whole for nothin' but the chance to stick out his tongue 'n say he had?

"Bleugh Soda that's gross!" Pony leaps the railin', swingin' his body straight up 'n over 'n for a second Darry could swear he was flyin'. 'N he lands on his feet 'n tackles Soda straight to the ground 'n for a second Darry cringes 'n thinks God, he was never gettin' those stains out 'n Pony's gotta get that math done 'n they were all too old to be horsin' around in the dirt like boys.

But then Soda's howlin' 'n he's lookin' over Pony's bony shoulder 'n grinnin' so wide it's like he was seven again, too many teeth in his mouth 'n too many feelin's in his heart 'n Steve 'n Two-Bit are laughin' 'n jumpin' in 'n Darry stops thinkin' about all of it.

He hops the railin' 'n when he lands he doesn't bail. It was the first real day of summer. Everythin' else could wait.

[dannielricciardo]

[cat-mentality]

Actually, I think we should talk about Tubbo during Purgatory.

We have to, because the heavens know that Tubbo himself will not.

Tubbo who spent the whole time he was in Purgatory clinging to the certainty that soon enough it would all be over and they could go back to how things were.

Tubbo who believed in keeping things fair, into holding themselves accountable for their behaviors, who tried so hard to make people listen to him, who tried to make sense of things even when chaos reigned around him.

We have to talk about how Tubbo refused to believe in a world where things would never be alright after Purgatory. Tubbo who tried so hard to talk, to make deals, to protect those who elected him leader but who always, always tried to help everyone else too.

We have to talk about how Tubbo would condemn himself without thinking twice if that meant that the children would be saved, that his friends would be okay.

We have to talk about how Tubbo only ever wanted to help. How he has carried the guilt off what happened in the maze since that day, we have to talk about how Tubbo is desperate to fix what he sees as his mistake, to save his godchildren, how he never forgot the trust Philza placed into him.

We have to talk about how Tubbo refused to leave the children until there was no other choice. We have to talk about how Tubbo has always, always believed and trusted Philza, more than the man himself does, that in those last moments he knew, without a doubt that Philza could save them, that he would.

We have to talk about how Tubbo will never talk about Purgatory.

About how he will not acknowledge his pain, his suffering, the way he felt like responsibility was crushing him as he tried desperately to be heard, to make things alright for everyone, to remind them that they are fighting for the same end goal.

We have to talk because Tubbo will never acknowledge his trauma. He will push it down, down, down, until he can pretend it didn't happen, and even if it did that it didn't affect him at all. Tubbo who focuses on what he can control, on what he can do, who laughs and ignores the worried looks.

We have to talk about how Tubbo is thinking about those who didn't make it to the boat, but that he refuses to acknowledge the possibility that they are gone. That he believes, and he has to, that they will find their way back, that in the end of the day everything will be alright.

We have to talk about how Tubbo will push forward, will refuse to look back, because if he does.... Well who knows what will be left of him.

[dawngyu]

this guy is literally teasing us, I know it.

😭😭😭😭😭

[jedibinx]

I watched the music video

[cable-knit-sweater]

Sebastian is the cutest omg 🥹💗

[fleecefaint]

Can we see art you have of you and your bf?

yess anon i love my boyfriend, this is a mix of older and new art i think u can tell... @juryof69

[bitacrytic]

Kangok to Jiyong: You and I are alike. Let's be friends.

Jiyong: I don't care.

Meanwhile.

Jiyong to Johoen: You and I are alike. I can't wait to see where you'll lead me. uwu.

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

trying to get some reorganizing/decluttering done but Jesse has other plans @roughentumble

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

guys my fuck ass beater of a car went up n I just spent two n a half hours taking out an entire big ass part just to drop a screw n have to rock the FUCK outta my frame to try n find it anyway coping via Steve doodle

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

God Lottie in season 2 is doing something so crazy to me... she's honestly just such a cutie little angel. Why is she so adorable. I want to put her in my pocket and carry her around.

[kevyeen]

Come on Ao3, you know it's me.

[stop-talking]

I’m addicted  to your Derek series it’s literally my favourite thing to read <3 ( any hint as to when chapter 8 will come out?)

Tbh I have not worked on chapter 8 yet at all, I'm still bouncing ideas around in my head. The story is marinating.

Also I currently have Mike Schmidt brainrot... I want to write something for him SOOO BAD.

And I was planning to write a quick smut to celebrate 200 followers.... but instead finished a clapton davis fluff fic... and then some smut about Derek sending you nudes...

So yeah, I'm a little distracted currently. But I'll start writing it within the next couple days, and hopefully have it out within a week! <3

[edensxgarden]

lando wtf is this.

[barzysbaby]

The wink and then proceeds to spit?