#but platonically

[martisno]

The besties ever

[hqbits]

funniest friendship ever actually

[mof17]

I headcanon Scar to wear a lot of shiny things occasionally. Sometimes to make himself feel or look pretty, or for an occasion. I also headcanon Grian to be a bird hybrid. SO…. You see where I’m going with this? Good. (I know this has been done before but I just LOVE the concept)

When Scar is rambling on about something, whether that be a build or idea or just about his day. Grian tries to focus on what Scar says but he just ends up be adorned by the shiny things all around Scar, and will sometimes just follow him around or try to steal the shiny objects off him.

you can imagine what he was like in season 9 (Scar’s elf outfit had a *LOT* of a shiny things)

Take this shitty drawing

[tha-frank]

Why not? They should do this.

[quotidianish]

Adam and lute backstory image I made without bothering 2 touch up

[spoofyleaf]

Some doodles from when my internet went out for a few hours

[cheesecake-bich]

Kirby drawings + 1 random jetstorm because my brain wanted to transformers but my pen wanted to kirby

Anyway borb knights and a revisit to my kirb oc, I might actually revisit my old kirby ocs, because I gen want to change his colour palette

also customer service

[yum3mite]

whos gonna be the WD to my runt :3

[diasphoriaaa]

the fucking end of clara is so unhinged what do u mean twelve would destroy the universe for her and she lives between her last two heartbeats and gets to be gay with maisie williams bUT TWELVE FORGETS HER. TO SAVE HER. WHAT THE FUCK. twelve and clara are sooooo insane about each other. fucked up besties. and i! i will be fucked up about them forever

[whump-in-the-closet]

“I love you. Not like that. I just— don’t walk out on me.”

“I can’t stay.”

“When you collapsed on my couch, bleeding and I took care of you, what was that? And when you helped me home after you found me on the side of the street, what was that? Whumpee, please.”

“I’m fine. You’re fine. Let’s leave it at that.”

“You—you’re bleeding on my welcome mat. Please let me help.”

I love you and I want you stay

I love you and that’s why I can’t.

[ambrozjas]

CadeSibling!reader and Johnny angst

crickets ꨄ︎

johnny cade x sibling!reader (platonic)

✧˖*°࿐ notes 🧸ᰔᩚ

i legit poured my heart into these guys.. eat up this angst 😋 🍽️

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

johnny’s parents is a warning on their own, mentions of bars and bugs?, lmk if i missed anything 🫶!!

✧˖*°࿐ word count ᰔᩚ

784 words, 4276 characters

you jolted awake as you heard another crash in the living room, followed by your mother screaming and yelling at your father, shouting at him to get out.

your breathing quickened as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, a soft scoff leaving your lips out of nervousness.

you immediately looked over to johnny, your brother already sitting upright with his knees to his chest, his dark black hair covering his eyes a bit.

“how long’ve they been doin’ this?” you croaked, a thick layer of sleep still coated your voice.

he looked at you, eyes glossy and wide. you could almost compare him to a puppy dog. he swallowed thickly as his eyes darted back and forth between you and the door before responding, “‘bout half ‘n hour.”

another sound of glass breaking followed johnny’s voice, causing both of your heads to turn.

when you had looked back at johnny, his face was pale and his shoulders were heaving. you could hear him try to breathe normally, taking breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth just like you’d taught him.

“wanna go somewhere else?” you asked him.

his eyes followed you as you got up, your bare feet on the cold floor as goosebumps spread across your legs. you opened the closet door as quietly as you could so as to not let your folks know you were awake.

you grabbed johnny’s jean jacket and your own, putting it over your shoulder and tossing johnny’s jacket over to him.

you winced as another shout was let out in their bedroom, your parents arguing about who-knows-what, as per usual.

you turned to johnny, beckoning him over as you slowly turned the doorknob and poking your head out before tip-toeing through the living room and out the door, your brother hot on your heels.

you crossed roads, passed by a myriad of houses that all look the same on the east side of tulsa. you ran up and down all over town just wanting to get away.

you finally made it to a grassy knoll behind some old buildings, usually where old kids hung out before they were scared off by dallas winston. you looked up to the dark sky, the tip of your nose freezing from the cold night breeze. you closed your eyes and took in all the sounds, the rushing of drag races going on maybe five streets over, the bustling of 24/7 bars. the sound of crickets and various other bugs were loud. any other day you’d find them annoying, but on this night you found comfort in their chirps.

you looked over at johnny. he was seated on the grass, eyes empty and tired. you couldn’t blame him. johnny had been through a lot. you both had, but you took more responsibility with comforting johnny.

you walked over to him, the fresh sound of grass beneath your sneakers was a nice change from the blood pounding in your ears the way you ran.

when you took a seat next to johnny, he sighed. a silence took over the both of you, just the ambience around you filling the void.

“is it like this everywhere?” he finally asked, his voice sounding cracked and on the verge of crying, as if his throat was coated in a thick barbed wire.

“what?”

“with the socs, and the greasers, and us. is it like this everywhere?” he tore some grass out of the ground and threw it in front of him.

“aw, hell if i know johnnycakes. you think i travel?” you chuckled, bringing your knees up to your chest and holding them there, subconsciously rocking yourself.

johnny stayed quiet after that, just tugging more at the grass below him, occasionally flicking a bug off his arm every now and then. in an attempt to further the conversation you opened your mouth to say something again.

“i’s like to think somewhere, this doesn’t exist.”

to that, johnny stopped. he turned to look at you and you kept your gaze above you, glued to the stars in the sky.

“a place with no socs, no greasers, jus’ people. normal people. a place where we can wander around the streets wit’out worryin’ ‘bout bein’ jumped.” you leaned forward and placed your chin on your arms, which were still wrapped around your legs.

“i’d like ‘ta go one day.” he whispers. you nodded your head in acknowledgement as you gave a hum for an answer.

and you two sat there, on that grassy knoll, only accompanied with the presence of each other and the sound of crickets.

johnny leaned his head on your shoulder as you patted his back soothingly.

“one day, johnny.”

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kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[birdgravezzz]

dangles them over ur head

[rose-in-blue]

They're the same, your honor

[sillygoofyqueer]

Here's a cool website if you want facts about Corvids

http://www.sibagu.com/china/corvidae.html

I hope this brings you some inspiration.

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH, YOU'RE MY HERO, I'LL DEFINITELY BE UTILISING THAT

[linktothefags]

What if I were to softly smooch y'all on the forehead

Just

Mwah!!♥️♥️