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[starrytapes]

[clood]

today is the day!! i am so happy to say that this year i was able to participate in enmity: a zosanzo bang to celebrate all that is zoro and sanji!!

please read my work, take care of you, on ao3!

please also head to twitter to see InkerDuck’s INSANELY BEAUTIFUL art that accompanies this piece!!

as this event is hosted on twitter, please find other works linked in the enmity collection on ao3 :)

[blaiddofmiquella]

guys it’s my birthday!!!

[minkshame]

I just gotta say- YOU LITERALLY INSPIRED ME TO WRITE FANFICTION. Please keep doing what you do, and I'm not sure if someone's already asked this but would it be fine if you could tell us something about anything you're working on?

THANK YOU! I hope you're writing something nice and getting real obsessed with the details.

Ok ok you pulled my arm. My next story in the collection is tomatt again, and it's going to be split in half. I want to get the first part out by my birthday at the end of march.

Gonna ramble a bit about it here. if you want to go in blind then just dont read this.

ppl have come up with various ideas of why tom turns into a monster, the original take from tomska was "Rage demon" so basically the hulk. I still subscribe to the idea that its controlled by emotions and tom has some sort of demon living inside his body (cant possess something twice!).

When I had the idea of his parents both being passed (his dad in the bears incident and his mum something else), I thought why not have the demon thing be a REASON his mother died and it bloomed into a familial curse. others have pinned sheriff thompson as the reason tom's family has demons in it, but i don't think he was involved. He has normal eyes, after all.

the details are pretty nonspecific but somewhere in tom's bloodline, his family participated in the salem witch trials and some 36 yr old witch doomed his family to die the same age as her. the women specifically. its why i drew both his mum and aunt with the blacked out eyes, and tom being afab has them as well. their lives get cut short at 36 and this is why bonnie had tom when she was very young.

now... the story itself is... does the curse TRULY apply to him? How does everyone around react to his 36th birthday approaching? etc etc. it's long and set in a time JUST before wtfuture. but dont worry i have plans for THAT too.

[paintermagazine]

‘Help is at hand!’

Photographer: Harold M. Lambert (1940)

[evermorebytaylorswift]

it’s just…the speak now era was so unapologetically and BOLDLY taylor. the glitter everywhere the full gowns on stage the sass the agony the drama the tension the sheer MADNESS. it’s SO trademark taylor in a way i feel is stronger than any other era. i’m so excited to embrace it

[axoboi]

I haven’t drawn one of these guys in YEARS and I didn’t realize how fun it was but i wanna find out more styles to draw them in

Did toy Bonnie cause he was one of my biggest favorites when I was little

DIFF VERSION UNDER CUT!!! 👹

Harr har har har har har har har har harrrr

[tinyferalbeing]

jack provoking ennis >:3

[bacon-sandwich-of-dionysus]

Snippet of Chapter Three of Bloodhound

Whoop! Whoop! We have made progress! Like I said before, I am super-duper busy trying to survive school and upcoming tests so this is going to be written at a snail's pace.

Nevertheless, I hope you all enjoy this little snippet of the next part of Bloodhound.

Warnings: Mentions of trauma and male violence! I'm using stuff from my old fic Baying Dogs as inspiration for this and we all know that Baying Dogs was headed in a very dark direction.

“So,” you shyly began, still eyeing your surroundings, “how come you guys decided to do some yoga?”

“Felt like we needed it, I guess.” Gaz shrugged, setting a mat on the floor.

He dusted off his hands, looking up at you from across the courtyard.

“And it also makes me feel a little at home. I used to do this regularly, believe it or not.” He smiled, “But then we had… well, Shepherd and… the stolen missiles… But, you know, we have a moment to breathe now so I’m taking it.”

“As am I!” Rudy added, placing a CD into the player, setting the lid down with a click.

“I see.” 

Good on them, you thought to yourself, Good on them!

Perhaps you should make a hobby out of this once you’ve found somewhere to properly settle, eh? You couldn’t help but smile at the thought. 

It seemed you were enjoying it so far, relishing in the ‘downward dog’ stretch, feeling your body sing with gratitude as your muscles made a start in releasing some of the tension. 

Ghost recognised your voice as he walked down the corridor, catching a glimpse of you in the sunlight, laughing as Gaz tried to keep you steady in a paired ‘tree pose’. He had to admit, it was a strange scene before him, the contentment of Gaz, Rudy, you and the instructional tape’s soundtrack of tibetan bowls contrasting with the backdrop of armoured vehicles and heavy cargo. Ghost couldn’t help but pause and watch you, no real reason forming behind the action, other than it being most likely boredom. 

“Steady, Y/N! You’re going to-”

You and Gaz fell like dominoes, with you landing right on top of him, howling with laughter. Rudy was the only one who remained standing, perfectly balanced, not quivering one bit. A small grin made itself known on his face; even with his eyes closed, he could tell what was going on. Though you were clearly no good at this, paired poses most certainly being not your thing seeing how many times you had fallen and taken poor Gaz with you, you couldn’t help but have fun. There was no real weight here to your actions, no real consequence for misstepping, no one scolding you or threatening to cleave your head from your shoulders… errors were allowed to just be. You were allowed to just be. 

Ghost was still watching, hooded eyes narrowing in curiosity. He was still trying to see what you were all about. Yesterday didn’t really give much about you apart from politeness and an eager aim to make a good first impression. Last night and this morning had presented a much more skittish side to yourself. And here? Well, here he was seeing certainly a more relaxed Y/N. You were a cackler, he’d give you that, unafraid to conceal your true laugh. Hearty chortles and snickers left your mouth as Gaz made a comment which sent you and Rudy over the edge, your laughs only intensifying as you watched Rudy lose balance and fall down. This yoga session definitely wasn’t about peace and tranquillity, but it didn’t matter, you guys were having a good time. Ghost chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he moved on to go grab something from the mess hall. He guessed he just liked the way you smiled. 

As you were settling down, still wiping tears from your eyes, you spotted a figure in the doorway.  Your senses told you this was ‘Ghost’. You felt your heartbeat begin to quicken a little, only to then die down once you saw him turn and walk away. Like a deer watching a wolf turn back to the forest after a long chase, you completely slackened with relief. He walked on, not paying you much attention. You followed him with your eyes until he was out of view. 

Did he not care?

Should you not care?

Did you overthink that whole exchange? Did you need to run?

Maybe you should go apologise. It would be a selfish apology, coming from a need to wrap this whole thing up on your end, mark this situation as officially over, but… maybe he wouldn’t care for it and just take it. Not necessarily accept your ‘sorry’, but, the again, you didn’t need that from him. 

The way he had nonchalantly moved on, like you weren’t even there, though most likely recognising you along with Gaz and Rudy, was comforting. 

“Okay!” Rudy’s voice broke through your thoughts, “I’ve fast-forwarded it to the… I think it’s called the ‘Shavasana’ part?” 

“Yeah, that’s ‘corpse pose’.” Gaz explained, getting up from his cross-legged position to go listen and assess the instructions.

He turned his head so his ear was facing the speaker, paying close attention to the CD’s soothing voice. 

“Yep,” he nodded to himself, “That’s the ‘cool down’ part.”

Then, the sergeant turned to you. 

“I know we’ve been giggly, but I think this part’s going to be better for us if we’re real calm.”

You nodded, trying to get the last of your chuckles out through taking steady breaths as guided by Gaz. You smiled a little, doing your best to focus as Gaz talked you through the breaths.

“In for four.”

You breathed in, counting away in your head. 

“Out for six.”

You exhaled, counting again. 

“Try to breathe from the bottom of your belly,” Gaz placed a hand on his tummy to show you where he meant, “and then fill your chest with air.”

You did as he said, needing a few goes before you mastered it. 

And when you exhaled, breathing out from your chest first, then your belly, it was like a part of you had left with it, dissipating into the air around you. 

“How’s that? Feel relaxed?”

You nodded. 

All three of you lay side by side, getting comfortable on your backs, ready to enter ‘corpse pose’. 

“Now, close your eyes.” The CD instructed, “Place your hands either with your palms facing up to receive, or facing downwards on the ground to release.”

Hmm, you pondered to yourself, closing your eyes, Do I want to give or receive?

To let go or accept? 

It was a tough call. 

There was a lot, particularly a lot of pain, you wanted to give up but at the same time, you wanted to receive the privileges of freedom, or at least have the hope to receive them. 

However, if you wanted to receive the boons of your new life, you would first have to properly let go of the restraints of your old one. 

Release.

You placed your hands beside you, facing downwards. 

Soon, you were back with your old friend, your haunted mind. 

In the dark, you could see the formings of your pursuers. Teeth, eyes, claws. Guns, bullets, knives. Body armour tearing, nails rendering your skin. 

You had survived them all. 

In for four. 

They were trying to put you back in the chase, when you were afraid and running from the Red Room. 

Out for six. 

However, you weren’t afraid enough to picture the setting. The pale moonlight, the forest floor, the echoes of howls and the gnashing of jaws… they were all merely descriptions. Just words. No images, no scenes. You refused to make the sights and smells tangible. Words they were, and words they shall remain. You couldn’t be scared forever, so why not make start on quelling that fear?

As you lay in your mind, another memory came forth. 

An older lamia, the one you had escaped with… who unfortunately didn’t make it. She… you were both held down by those dogs. Unsupervised, they had decided to take punishment into their own hands. 

You had seen horrible things. People beaten and bloodied beyond repair. And yet, that lamia… she had said something to you that night.

“You will learn to love men again.”

It was strange, but it stuck with you for some reason. 

“You will learn to love men again.”

You had denied it for quite some time, but in this moment of solitude, with it being just you and your thoughts, you decided it was right to acknowledge the apprehension that had been plaguing you the most. You were afraid Laswell’s lot could do what those Arcadian Sons had done. You were afraid that they were the same. 

You had denied it. However, the only other company you had ever had before this were either Arcadian Sons, the whitecoats which studied them and your comrades from the Red Room. And, as for the Arcadian Sons, a lot weren’t kind. Not all. But a lot. 

As shown by that night. 

Unit 4, the ones which had hunted you and your band of escapees, they were monsters. Regardless of what shape they took.

Men like them deserved to be tortured for eternity, put in pits of fire and burned for centuries. Have unspeakable things done to them. You wanted each and every one of those sick fucks to feel your pain, feel the fear you felt. 

However, you had forgotten to note that fear often wore the dress of anger. Letting go would not be an easy task to begin.

But you were here now and you wouldn’t let anyone hurt you like that ever again. You were in control. 

[ghoulchurch]

12-16-23

http://twitch.tv/wayneradiotv

[bishicat]

a couple's stroll... 7 years later 😳

[superstarcherrycolagirl]

just picturing benny's girl rocking a red lip one night and benny is just so in awe of how beautiful she looks that later in the night the guys started to tease the shit out of benny and he had no fucking clue what they were on about. so he was starting to get a little broody about it cause they weren't fessing up or telling him nothing until cal spat it out "it's written all over yo’ face benny boy! red in the face!" followed by another roar of drunken laugher.

as he takes the cigarette out of his month to say some shit back, he spots bright marks circling around the bud. it takes a second for it to click in his head, and when his does click, his face slowly softens. whatever words he was gonna say back, were just nothing but mush at this point. he was kissing you so much that night that you're red lips stamped right onto his lips (and a little on his stache) so that's why he had a subtle taste of cherry lingering in his mouth!

he pears over to you chattering with kathy, gail, and betty, and you're just close enough for him to notice that your lipstick looks a little more faded and smeared since you guys showed up to the bar. most guys would try to limit and hide that kind of affection the best they could.. but in that moment benny couldn't have given anymore of a fuck or care in the world, and neither could you. he didn't even make an effort to wipe any of it off, he was too busy biting down hard on his lower lip and the inside of his cheeks to stop the shit eating grin from plastering his face for the rest of the night, knowing that his sweet girl left her own little mark on him.

*sooooooooo this is my first time writing about anyone!! so sorry if it’s shit but i hope you guys like it :)*

[jonnymarzetti]

did u all read that one fic

[dilf-destroyer-04]

Best thing I've seen all day

On the list of things I want to write when my brain starts working again: Higuruma Hiromi x a very bubbly, unassuming but brilliant forensic pathologist.

They have one hell of a first meeting when she accidentally drops a binder of autopsy photos she’s bringing to reference at a speaking engagement. Despite her protests, he stoops down to help her pick them up and recoils in unexpected horror.

After she manages to reassure Hiromi that she’s not some insane serial killer, they laugh off their first meeting, not expecting to see each other any time soon. Of course, Hiromi sees her the following day as an expert witness in the current trial he’s involved with and can't help but notice her tenacity and wit….

[marklease]

Dreamies texting that you forgot something at their place

Requests are open please give me ideas 😭💕

for this one i thought it would be funny to kind of mess with them and be like “hmm are you sure these are mine? 🤨”

[heynhay]

guys!!!! preorders for Cosmic Constant are OPEN until nov 10!!! get your canonverse klance fix from our uber talented artists and writers :]