#but legit thank you SO MUCH for doing this

[skellymom]

@fionajames

Thanks so much for the heads up!

*Cracks knuckles* I'm with Fiona with this. Leaving my asks OPEN. LET EM SEND ME SOMETHIN! I'll report their asses. Skelly don't play!!!

I also think everyone should leave our asks open (if you comfortable doing so) and GO OUT OF OUR WAY TO FIND AT LEAST ONE PERSON PER DAY YOU ARE FREE ON TUMBLER TO SEND THEM AM ASK, LOVELY MESSAGE, HELLO, OR SOMETHING UPLIFTING IN GENERAL.

January is depressing for us northern hemisphere folks, the election was depressing, the holidays were a lot for most of us, and maybe going out of our way to actively and positively engage with our community will help? It certainly can't hurt!❤️

Besides...if we all close up, where will our peeps with legit content requests do? Creativity will stop and things might get kind of empty at a time when distraction and community is needed.

Reminder that this message reads as an unconfirmed thing that MIGHT happen. It might not happen at all. And if it does we need to stand up for our Tumbler Community and ban those M'Fers so they can't continue that crap. After all this could just be pure fearmongering with nothing to back it up...just to shut us all down.

If you feel you absolutely cannot possibly handle any negative content coming through your Ask, then shut it down. I won't judge.

But I'm digging in...

Blessed Holidays to you all with much love sent!✨❤️✨

A little tune to go with this crazy business of fearmongering, y'all:

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Hello dear!

Sorry for bothering you, but it's important to remind you to turn off your asks for a few days! Bad things are going to happen on Tumblr soon...

Don t know anything about this but BETTER BE SAFE EVERYBODY!!!!!!

[yah-suko]

"Hi Yah! Just here to let you know I am thinking about you and miss you. Not that I'm impatient or anything.. But you are taking care of yourself right? Drink enough, sleep enough, eat enough! Keep an eye on yourself whenever I don't get the chance to, just like you keep an eye on me, too. "

- The Collector

Hiii Collie~!

Sorry it's taken me a while to reply, I got sick T_T I'm getting better now, and I promise I'm taking good care of myself~!

Love you <3

[lucabyte]

Yeah, that about sums it up.

[dragonpyre]

First responder batfam au??

Any headcannons ur willing to serve up yet??

I'm so glad you asked.

Ok, SO!

Basically, it starts cuz Jason realizes he wants to be legally alive again, and struggles to think of a job he'd do well at and actually enjoy. Decides on firefighting cuz that way he can still help people and not do the long form corporate desk bullshit Tim does. So he signs up and gets in.

Firefighter calendar time rolls around and he's SO excited. Except because of his extensive scarring he's not allowed to participate. Steph goes "skill issue" and signs up JUST so she can be in the calendar while Jason can't. He is endlessly bitter about this.

Cass enlists because I don't think she actually has a job??? Just living on Wayne family money and ass kicking. She and Jason are paired together as heavy weight rescue while Steph is paramedic.

Meanwhile Tim is like "actually corporate work sucks ass" and joins the call center. He also makes a back door for the bats to listen in on all the calls. Yes Oracle already did this, but this takes up less ram space.

And Dick is still a cop.

[hyperfixationtimego]

if you didn’t like season 5 then I think you just hate gay people

[usercelestial]

i would like to hear your thoughts ❤️

gahhhh okay no one throw rocks at me, this is buck x oc

adam has been a nurse for a long time. he's dealt with trauma after trauma, met so many firefighters and paramedics but none with a bigger heart than evan buckley. he's seen him around a few times, the station 118 is pretty well known in their hospital for being a bit a problem station. people are constantly getting stabbed and struck by lightning, evan buckley in particular seems like maybe he pissed off god personally. they exchanged a few words here and there, laughed at a few of the others jokes, but every time they lock eyes, buck makes quick work to look away and bite the inside of his cheek. adam specializes in hurt and believe him, buck seems... hurt.

it isn't until they bring in a young kid, probably 16 or 17, with bruises and cuts all over his body. he was beaten until- well, until it was pretty touch and go for a minute there. two of them hang back in particular, hen and buck. he's talked to hen before, back when she was going through med school, she told him about her wife and kids, how hard she was fighting for them, how draining it was. adam joked about that sounding familiar, he remembers med school well enough when he was single, he couldn't imagine it with a partner and a kid.

the two of them were standing together, watching the kid be carted away, both biting their cheeks and clenching their fists. hen whispered something to buck and patted his back.

"i know, it's just- god, that was brutal." buck wipes his face.

"that's why we look out for each other." hen squeezes his arm and walks away.

"does he have anyone to look out for him?" buck says to himself

interesting, he doesn't know the full story- just that that kid looked like he was in a hell of a lot of pain. and judging by the rainbow bracelet around his wrist, he's guessing he knows why.

he's about to work himself up to go talk to him. there's something about his eyes, wide and sad and so deep in thought he wonders how he pulls himself out.

they lock eyes again. adam gives him a tiny wave and an awkward smile. buck looks like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and returns the nicety before bolting out the door. hen notices and looks back, processing something in her head. she smiles but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

then buck shows up at the hospital later in his civvies, rubbing his hands together.

"hey!" adam says just a little too loudly, cringing.

buck jumps a little, like a scared deer, adam absolutely does not think it's the cutest thing in the world.

"uh, h-hi." buck is still whining his hands together.

"adam! sorry, i don't know if i ever gave you my name or if you remember-"

"i do." buck smiles, "yeah, i remember."

"good." and then he just stands like an idiot for reasons he cannot grasp before remembering he should probably speak now, "are you visiting someone?"

"do you remember that kid from earlier? the one had the um-"

"the kid that got hate-crimed? yeah i remember. he's stable now. he had a rough night, but he'll pull through."

buck visibly releases a weight off himself, "oh, good. i just wanted to check in on him. i don't know, it was a rough call, it was driving me crazy not knowing."

adam put down his clipboard, nodding, "yeah, i mean, that stuff definitely hits home for me, for sure."

"it doesn't for me," buck says and oh, shit, i guess he's not queer, fuck did i read this wrong, "i mean! like- when i came out, i had so many people that cared about me. my sister, my-well- my dad, my best friend, my boyf-" buck cuts himself off and deflates again, "sorry. i just hated the idea that he didn't have that, you know?"

"no, i get it, don't apologize. that's-thats really sweet. visiting hours are almost over but i can see if he's up for it, okay?"

bucks nods, and maybe adam is a fool with a dumb little crush but he swears he blushes a little. he feels his heart bursting a little about it. he came back to this kid, felt the need to check in and ask about him, because he didn't have something that he did.

"pull it together," he whispers to himself as he walks away.

buck keeps coming back, too. visiting the kid as often as possible, playing cards, and giving him fun facts from some documentaries he's watched. adam perks up whenever he hears one that he's watched. he lets it slip that he watched the same one, went on the same wikipedia binge. buck does that smile softly and look away like you're about to throw thing he does. adam occasionally joins in on the conversation whenever he gets a free moment. and then eventually, the kid gets discharged and buck is there to see him off. it turns out he has an aunt out in texas that's far more accepting than his folks here. he swears he sees buck tear up a little as he walks out the door, waving back at both of them.

and adam fully expects buck to go back to being a first responder he sees a few times a week and exchanging awkward, stolen glances.

but he doesn't stop coming. buck shows up the next day with two coffees in his hand. adam waves at him and buck breathes like he's psyching himself up and walks over.

"you said you liked chai lattes, so, um, i figured-i figured you would-"

"thanks!" adam decides to put him out of his misery, "are you visiting someone?"

buck ducks his head and scratches his neck, his smile looking less tortured, "hopefully, if you were free, you."

"i was about to go on my first break, if you wanted to go for a bit of a walk." adam suggests.

"that sounds great." buck clears his throat.

"great, gimme just a second, alright?" he walks away and hears buck mutter what he thinks, "i used to be better at this."

a few weeks pass by like that. buck hovering just on the outskirts of his life, very careful not to step too far in, but still present in a way that drives him crazy. he can't stop thinking about him but he only gets him for fifteen minutes now.

"do you wanna go out for dinner sometime?" adam asks, trying to sound as casual as possible.

buck gasps, like audibly, like a woman fainting after meeting the beatles, "i-uh, i should probably get back, sorry."

oh, he watches him go. and then stop in his tracks. and then turn back around, "can i get your number actually? or instagram or something?"

trying to contain his excitement, he nods, because of course he nods. when a hot, sweet as fuck, puppy dog eyed firefighter offers you their phone number, it's a crime to say no.

eventually, they do end up on a date- or at least he thinks it's a date. he can't be sure. the wine certainly feels date-eske but he really can't be sure because buck is barely looking at him in the eyes. he picked his very best "possibly a date" outfit and went in with low expectations for anything other than a really pleasant, really awkward evening. he decides though that if he gets to spend it with buck, it feels worth the awkward tension. especially because sometimes, he can coax him out of it and he looks so- vulnerable, an open wound. he's like a starry sky that hides behind a cloudy night.

adam doesn't remember what he says but eventually they start talking about things that should probably be save for the 40th date, not the maybe, jury's still out first.

but adam definitely knows he says, "you seem like you've been hurt." because the moment he does, he wants to punch himself in the face after buck gets this horrified expression like adam just said he likes kicking dogs in his spare time.

then, the moment passes, and he clicks his tongue, "i used to be better at hiding it."

"it seems like maybe it's a good thing you don't."

buck shakes his head, "i also used to be better at this," he gestures between them, "dating, flirting, having a crush," which does get buck to smile and adam gets to see that twinkle in his eyes again.

"oh okay, so this is a date, noted. and- you're not terrible at it, it's pretty adorable, actually. and i'm hardly one to judge. i'm very familiar with hurt."

buck keeps smiling, "well, my hurt is a 40 year old firefighter-pilot who broke up with me a year ago, so- i don't know how familiar you are with that kind of hurt."

"oh, i am all too familiar with that kind of hurt. does this hurt have a name?"

buck sucks in a breath, adam gets the sense that he hasn't said it in a while, "tommy. tommy kinard."

adam feels like buck is cracked open right now, "are you not ready to move on yet? cause, i'm okay with just being friends!"

"i really don't want to."

"be friends? damn, okay-"

buck puts on a hand on his for a second and adam's heart flutters, "no, i don't want to be just friends. tommy was- well, i loved him. i mean, i-"

"still do?"

"god, i'm really cursed to fuck up first dates, aren't i?"

"it's okay. i mean, i like you. i've liked you for a while, you know? and i've had my own tommy, the one that got away, one i'll never stop loving. i think-" it hurts to think about but he knows it would hurt more to forget about it, "i think what our tommys have in common is that we never let them go, or stop loving them, but we-" he sighs, thinking about his own heartbreak, his own first love, his own missed connection, "we take the love we have for them and we can let it grow into love for others too."

bucks bites his cheek. adam briefly wonders if the inside of his mouth is scarred of all the biting, "i guess i'm scared of giving him up. like if i stop thinking about it or if i like someone else, he'll disappear and everything we had will just- vanish," he chokes out.

adam hums, "it won't. that's the great thing about tommys, right? they stay with you, you never stop feeling that love. you just- build on it and give it to the next person."

buck has tears in his eyes now, adam thinks he might too, but god he's looking at such a beautiful man, with such a big heart and he can't help but thank whoever tommy is for giving him so much love that he's overflowing with it.

"sorry-"

"don't apologize, this got heavy really quick and we're only half way through the bottle of wine," they both laugh into their glasses.

"i guess i'm a little- hurt, like you said."

"i'm a nurse, buck, i kind of specialize in hurt. and if you're willing to try, i'd like another date, one that i actually know is a date beforehand."

buck really does blush this time, "i can do that."

buck leans in and kisses him on the cheek on the way out, oh god, he's a gentleman too, i'm so screwed.

down the line, when they're celebrating their engagement in the same park they used to walk through on adam's breaks, he thinks to himself, not for the first time, oh, tommy kinard, wherever you are, whoever you're with, thank you for loving our man, and thank you for letting me love him just as much.

[chickenbyday]

Number 5 on that drabble list pls *bats my eyelashes innocently*

*bats my eyelashes back* This is basically under 1k...

You didn't specify, so I made it andreil bc artistic liberty and also my desire to give Neil the h/c he deserves. Enjoy!!

Andrew wakes with a jolt, the blankets being ripped off of him, and it takes him three seconds of wild breathing and harsh swinging in the dark to realize that he's the only one in the bed, and that that's the reason for his sudden exposure. 

Three seconds too long, because Neil is still thrashing from where he rolled off the bed, taking the covers with him and, if he's lucky, softening the fall. 

Andrew doesn't know why he deludes himself. Neil is anything but lucky. 

He peers over the edge of the bed at him, still twisting in his fleecy prison, caught up in the throughs of whatever night terror his brain has decided to fuck him over with.

"Neil." 

On the floor, Neil flinches, a pained sort of whimper escaping his lungs in a way that sounds like it shredded his esophagus to get out. 

"Neil." 

He fights harder against the blankets, still cocooned against escape, although Andrew thinks that might be the only thing that's stopping him from bashing his head in or breaking a flailing arm. The panic is the reason Andrew can't shake him awake, they discovered last month. Two black eyes in as many weeks is a bitch, especially when you throw in the fact that neither of them were sleeping for more than three hours at a clip.

"Abram." 

Neil's eyes snap open, a shock of blue that Andrew breathes out a sigh of relief to see, even as Neil is coughing on his shuddering in-pulls of  breath. Now that he's awake, Andrew can climb down and help into a position that resembles sitting, and he does, hand heavy on the back of his neck and forcing Neil forward enough that he can actually begin to take in oxygen with his still-quick gasps. 

Andrew breathes in, deep and slow and loud in the quiet room, trying to get Neil to copy him, and after a few minutes of Andrew being able to do nothing but watch Neil panic, he does. He lists sideways and ends up half in Andrew's lap, and he's not crying exactly, but his shoulders still have a fluttery shakiness about them that makes Andrew's blood run hot, but it's useless. This anger helps no one, least of all Neil. He shoves it down. Andrew wraps his arm around Neil and slides the hand on his neck up to his hair, holding on tight. Neil turns to bury his face into the crook of Andrew's neck, his slowing humid breath a sort of balm to Andrew's worry. 

When Neil begins to calm down, he tenses, a barely there clenching of muscles that Andrew only notices because of how close they're pressed together. Neil pulls away, red tinge resting high on his cheeks, and Andrew lets him go. 

"I'll just...." Neil mumbles to the floor, scrambling to standing and making a vague gesture towards the door. Andrew nods even though Neil is looking everywhere but him, and Neil goes, closing the door behind him and leaving Andrew in the dark bedroom, empty and alone. 

Andrew breathes in deeply through his nose as slow as he can before expelling all his air with a huff. Neil has always been an odd sort of sheepish after the particular disruptive nightmares, and Andrew has yet to convince him that he doesn't care. It's a point of contention, and not a battle that he's winning tonight with Neil still on edge, but is one that Andrew needs to win soon. 

Andrew picks himself up off of the floor and shuffles down the stairs, making his way to the kitchen. He pulls down two mugs and fills the coffee maker to the sound of the sink turning off up stairs. Andrew left the stairwell light on to make sure that Neil knew where he was, but that doesn't grantee that Neil will follow. 

Andrew fills both mugs anyway when the coffee is done, and when he turns around Neil is standing in the door way, discomfort still clinging to his skin like water droplets. Andrew holds out one of the mugs, and Neil takes it from him and gets the milk out of the fridge while Andrew finds the sugar they bought three weeks ago in the pantry. 

Coffee done, there's nothing either of them can do to distract each other from the elephant in the room. 

"Are we talking about it?" Andrew asks, a careful phrasing. They never want to talk about it, and there isn't anything to be done to help it other than being different people. People who don't have nightmare routines, who don't have systems for waking people up without getting a fist to the face. 

Neil shakes his head. Fair enough.

They sip their coffees in silence, and after an eternity of the only sound being the settling of the house and Kevin's snores from the down the hall, Neil speaks. 

"I'm sorry." 

Andrew reaches up to smack him on the shoulder. 

"Hey," Neil complains weakly, rubbing his arm. 

"I don't care if you're sorry," Andrew says, as flat as he can manage. This anger helps no one. Least of all Neil. If he repeats it enough times, maybe one day he won't feel the urge to bring people long dead back just to murder them himself, slow and drawn out and painful. 

"That doesn't change that I am," Neil answers. Andrew doesn't have anything to say to that, so he settles for glaring at him. Neil doesn't flinch under his gaze. "I don't know why it's getting worse. I'm sorry I'm dragging you down with me." 

A martyr till the end. Andrew hates him, and almost tells him so, but there's something about the set of his shoulders that makes Andrew unsure if it would be taken the way Andrew means it right now. 

“You’re safe now," Andrew says instead. 

Neil rakes a hand through his head, frustrated. "I know. This shouldn't be happening anymore. They're all dead. That should be the end of it." 

Andrew catches him by the back of his neck, forcing him to meet his eyes. "Not what I meant. You're safe now. You're allowed to be fucked up about it. No one's going to hurt you." Andrew hopes he hears the promised, I won't let them. 

"Andrew–" Neil says tiredly, but Andrew shakes his head. 

"This self flagellation shit isn't cute." At that, Neil almost smiles, and Andrew counts it as a win. 

They'll have more to discuss in the morning, but for right now, when the hand on Neil's neck drifts up to his hair in question, Neil answers with his lips against Andrew's, bringing warmth and a safety Andrew doesn't ever want to leave. 

I'm using this prompt list if you want to send me a number and/or paring!

[mono-lee-mmxxii]

I have been meaning to draw fanart for @/somerandomdudelmao's au for a long time, and finally sat down the other day and got this done!

The lyrics are from the song Found in Steven Universe: The Movie. It came on while I was doing concept sketches and it was all over but the crying and the sad songs /pos

Edit because I forgot to say this and meant to: drawing Donnie sick vs fresh out of the mutant juice really makes that arc hit even harder, major kudos to the author

[sleep-nurse]

merry chrismin get drawed

HOLY SHIT U(==)=?"=?^%"=?^O"=?)%=????=%=?=?=%£Y/Huigy4wgukijkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjjkjjrtruiu7ui I NEVER EXPECTED TO GET A DRAWING FOR CHRISTMAS ?? ?^^?^??^???? THANK YOU SO MUCH^??^?^^?^??????????????????💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

[kate-m-art]

ajsjkf guess it's my choice tonight then, have some apocalypse au cause why not TvT

I was super happy with how these turned out sjdjf story beats are more Arins thing than mine but like love drawing everyone together, little group of survivors trying their best to keep living

More sketches below (this isn't even everything but sjdjfkfk)

[angelnumber27]

*he spilled my cup of paint water all over everything idk why I said he spilled watercolors I just woke up girls

I literally walked away for two minutes tops to make coffee and came back to his ass sitting on this water color palette and my painting open after spilling my watercolor water all over it

Look at that face. He knows he did something wrong hahahha

[des-no9]

happy holidays my loves. hope everyone's having a lovely day whatever you're doing and whoever you're with, or if you're alone <3

[hunterbunter3000]

sweetheart collects little trinkets she finds on the field and around base (sometimes steals things she likes, nothing big) to gives to the boys (and laswell), the boys treat them like collectibles and get pissy when someone tries to take them. they often show them off to each other to see what they have. the trinkets range from rocks/stones/pebbles, small keychain accessories, flowers etc. to bullet shells, bones, teeth??? etc.

sometimes they get handmade trinkets (where sweetheart makes something outta the trinkets she finds) price has a handmade fishhook made outta a broken safety pin, massive metallic bead and a metal feather earring stud,he put it on his hat and gets all happy when someone mentions it, soap got a bracelet made outta random beads and some string (maybe some bone), gaz has a pin made outta a bottle cap that she got from a night of drinking, the bottle cap is from gaz’ a fav alcohol drink, ghost got bones in a jar with a little skull ornament on the side, the list can go on, they are all impressed by her craftsmanship but are heavily concerned where she gets the more morbid and obscene materials from

the boys will defend their trinkets with their life and refuse to trade (St, gave me it, fuck off and get your own)

IM KICKING MY FEET RNNNN THIS IS SO ADORABLE 😍😍😭😭💖💕 I love how everyone came together and said "Yeah Sweetheart is a weird goblin and we love her" LMAOOO

May I add on to the trinkets just a bit--

The kleptomaniac collector and scavenger of things will find the best items on the battlefield istg-- everytime she kills the enemy, she always picks on their gear and scavenges around to find anything she likes. Soap and Roach honestly help her find things (like a coin with a bullet hole in it, or a finger. Maybe an ear or an antique cup from an abandoned home) and give to her so she can make something out of it

She gets so excited when she finds old flasks because she can fix em and give them to Cap or Graves (as much as she hates him, she always thinks of him) and she gets SUPER excited when Krueger comes back to the base after being out of the country and gives her rare findings (like a crystal bowl or an old pocket watch! He did steal a real diamond before for her, that was a fun day HA)

Laswell honestly looks forward to her crafts because her wife loves them (I have a headcannon that Laswell and her wife have emotionally adopted Sweetheart AHAHA) Sometimes her wife would give Laswell rocks and feathers that she found at home so Laswell can give it to Sweetheart (she's so giddy everytime)

Once the week is almost over, they have SSS (Sweetheart Scavenger Sundays) and the guys show what they have LOL Horangi would even FaceTime Rodolfo and Alejandro to show off what Sweetheart sent them (Alejandro has a necklace that's laced with silver and gold teeth and human finger bones, a handmade knife sheath made out of rabbit skin, and a tiny house made out of tank metal. Rodolfo has a carved wooden bunny, a lucky gecko tail key chain, and a pouch full of silver coins)

They love all of her gifts, even though they're weird and sketchy as fuck, but it's thoughtful! And don't touch them or ask to have it or they will give you the side eye

[mokulule]

I am required to inform you that months ago I found some of your writing, but accidentally refreshed my dash before I could do more than like it. And my dumb ass forgot that I could find you by going through my liked posts until three days after. When it was thoroughly buried

So anyway the squeal I let out after connecting The Epic Lost Writing My Friends Are Tired Of Me Lamenting About and you both actually hurt my throat and startled all four cats sleeping on the couch around me into fleeing the room in under one (1) second leaving chaos in their paths including but not limited to: chair relocation, end table now sideways, dog chasing cats, tv mysteriously turning on, cat fight in hallway, missing tv remote discovered under previously upright end table after four months, crashing in dining room, three chairs knocked over in dining room, dining room table void of clutter, dining room floor rapidly cluttered, dining room light fixture swinging, different cat fight in kitchen, and the baby (cat raised from one week old I co-parented with my dog, not a human baby) releasing her inner husky to the detriment of every resident's eardrums like the orange cat she is

You have a great power, is what I'm getting at here (worth every hour of clean-up this'll take)

ahdgshgjlbaflbvablafjdhakdjnfb OMG, this is absolutely amazing! The picture of absolute mayhem you paint here (and it just keeps going!) I don't even, I laughed so hard I needed to go find my inhaler XD

First of all I am glad you found your remote control asjdhgfeflgjrh (sorry I am still laughing here even days after you sent this, like I have been just been laughing and smiling every time I remembered this sat in my inbox.) Secondly, I am sorry for the mess? I am very happy and flattered though that you were so excited to rediscover my writing, I hope you enjoy it still :D Thank you so much for sharing this, I think this has about made my year <3

[lanternlightss]

loop ….

[hopecomesbacktolife]

🎶 would you still feel alone if your nightmares left / and they never returned home?

I'll say it now cause it's long overdue / whatever happens, I'll never forget you 🎶