#goodest boy

[rhiannon-shadowsinger]

Another Scratch finished and soon to be headed off to his forever campsite 💜

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[casualfoxwitch]

[ralfmaximus]

Simone Biles & Beacon, official US Gymnastics Team therapy dog.

[emileyroses]

🍎✨️🐶Hell's Greatest Corgi 🐶✨️🍎

[potter-solomons]

look at that good boy.

[dereks-husband]

My Man Derek needs more LOVE so here's some HCs I came up with in terms of Derek x You in terms of music

– Bro LOVES the pop girlies, some even more than you do. Espresso was your song of the year, and it was his too! And that warmed his heart more than anything. He got you floor tickets to the Short N’ Sweet Tour for your birthday, even though it was partially a gift for himself as well (you’ve really been helping him learn to be a tiiiiiny bit more selfish). And listen, if he got some ideas during Juno that the two of you used later in the hotel room that’s your business. I will note though, he’s flexible, and way more than happy to be the one in those positions for you.

– Obvi he also took you to the Eras tour too! Twice, actually, because once TTPD got added to the setlist he couldn’t not go see it again! He also definitely did not tear up during So High School, or Lover, or Love Story thank you very much. BUT! he will admit that you slow-danced for Enchanted, since you never got that chance at either of your proms. And that’s all he could think about at his dance. 

– He puts you onto some of the most underrated girls as well! Only know Carly Rae Jepsen for “Call Me Maybe”? Well get ready, because this man is going to give you the lesson of all lessons in why she is an icon in her own right! Same with artists like Mitski and Laufey. He’ll naturally discover bigger artists like Ariana, Billie, Charli XCX, SZA on his own, but he’ll love when you let him show off his favorite songs from any artist!

– Meanwhile you could get him into some of your favorites, Hayley Kiyoko, Gracie Abrams, Janelle Monet (no she doesn’t ONLY act Derek, she can do it all!), MXMTOON WILL BE THERE FOR HIM UNTIL HE GETS TO YOU!, Tove Lo sings more than “Habits” which he can hardly listen to without an internal breakdown. Show him her love songs! “Thousand Miles”, “I like u”, “2 Die 4”all bops and good intros to her! “TALKING BODY” IS ABSOLUTELY GOING TO BE HIS FAVORITE! He loves your body no matter what and he’s proud of his own body, that song is going to have him in a chokehold. He’s heard of Chappell Roan and MARINA but never got into them as much, so you gave him a proper introduction! (Be prepared, he might sob during “Enjoy Your Life” by MARINA, and honestly? “Naked in Manhattan” by Chappell might get him misty eyed thinking about how you didn’t get to come see him in college because he wouldn’t let you). 

– Don’t expect it to just be the pop girlies though! Bro definitely has a whole slew of Spanish speaking artists and Spanish songs to pull out of nowhere. This is going to be what you hear from him a lot when he’s cooking or cleaning as they’re probably what played through his house growing up, so really if you haven’t learned Spanish for him already (which you absolutely should have, man’s worth learning every language in the world for) you’re going to learn through exposure. If you know some songs already he’s going to be so touched! (Let’s be real he’s going to be touched if you know them already OR if you learn them for him so it’s a win either way.) And when you sing along with him? You thought he couldn’t look at you with any more love without literally dying but he sure finds a way to look at you like you’re the entire reason for his being.

– Speaking of Spanish, just learn it for the man, it’s going to mean so so much to him, and honestly, flirting and dirty talk in Spanish??? HOT! And he’s going to find it hotter that you’re trying more than you sounding perfect. 

– ALSO ALSO side tangent get recipes and spend time cooking with his mom! Ain’t no way she hasn’t been making family recipes his whole life! He can only cook the most basic of recipes, so having someone who can cook and takes that time to learn how to properly cook things so central to his life, he would melt! Especially because you cared enough to learn from his mom! He adores that his family and you love each other too and want to do things together!

– Also sort of music related - clubbing! Not really his scene, but if you want to go he’s right there! He’s not going to be mad to have a reason to take you out and show you off, or himself! Those mesh shirts, or the shirts you bought him with the cleavage window that he said he’d wear for you but only at home? This is the perfect opportunity to convince him to bring them out! He’s going to need some convincing but if you really really want him to wear them he will. He’s also going to make sure everyone stays hydrated, one water for every 2-3 drinks, and if he joins you in the drinking, he’s going at a slower pace so he’s coherent enough to get the Uber and get everyone else home safely. Is he going to be the best dancer ever? No! And that’s OK! He’s still pretty decent at it! And neither of you are going to be complaining too much in the club, a few drinks deep, when you can’t stop taking turns dancing all over each other.

– Club dancing might not be his greatest skill, but he knows how to slow dance, and he can be taught things like the waltz, but Spanish and Latin American dancing styles????? You are NOT ready for his moves. Be it Salsa or Tango, you better get some lessons, the man will TEAR UP that dance floor and he can only do it if the only partner he will dance with can keep up. He’s also very good at flamenco, you have seen him move fast, but not while dancing! Take him dancing! It allows him to express parts of his identity that he doesn’t always get to show and I mean, have you seen some of those dancers? So. Hot. And he will absolutely make sure he’s showing off for you, knowing what it does to you and knowing what it means for the two of you the second you get home.

[rise-april-art-challenge]

Round 19! On the left bracket!

Papyrus Vs. Alphonse Elric

Don’t forget to vote for Round 18! There are two battles this week!

[tapetum-lucidumb]

You should talk to Myshka today. I know you've probably already talked to him. But you should still talk to him.

[theonewhobleats]

Press B to meow

Press B to AWOOOO!!!

[thedaddymyers]

Jeff

I just recently found out about this adorable lil guy and I may be getting obsessed

[salternateunreality2]

Helpfulroth

I love him. I was struggling with how to get Cloud to open up when Cloud doesn't even know he's closed off himself, or why.

Then Helpfulroth came into my life like a beacon of practicality and directness. After Genesis had explained the situation to him and told him to be delicate and tactful, he thought about it a lot.

Then, when Cloud had just told everyone he was fine (lies) and they should go to bed, he piped up.

“Cloud, why do you insist we leave you? Are you ashamed of your inadequacies as a SOLDIER, partner, and man, and want us to leave so we will not witness your weakness and fragility?” Sephiroth asked abruptly.

Cloud is choking, Genesis is screeching about tact, Zack is trying to resuscitate the chocobo, and Angeal is facepalming.

But tbh, it's going to be the only thing that works because Cloud is stubborn and will use the politeness of others as a shield to protect himself from being asked uncomfortable questions.

[sonicspacecadet]

[manicdreampixie]

[rinwellisathing]

Having a rough weekend, so time to deploy the boy (boy deployed), the bestest boy! I hope you all love Sentry as much as I do. As always feel free to send me asks about him and also check out his stories!!

[moonfurthetemmie]

Imagine real quick. You have spent one hundred years trying to make the world a better place. Some people say your methods aren't...ideal, but you're confident you're making a positive impact.

You have created so many new branches since you first founded your organization. There's medical research. An exceptional hospital. An orphanage. Apartments. Rehab for criminals and addicts.

Most everyone you know is here. Your friends. Maybe a few you'd think of as family, though after all this time you can't really bring yourself to get too close to anyone. Especially after them. But still.

This is your home. Your life's work. You've poured your heart and soul into this.

And now imagine, one day, somehow, it was all destroyed.

No warning. The castle that had served as your base of operations--you're home--has been turned to dust.

You know there were no survivors. Their emotions burned so brightly, and now there was an empty void. The only ones who'd survived were you, and maybe a few of the teams you sent out earlier that day.

In an instant, everything you had was ripped away. Everything.

And you know exactly who did it.

This is how Lucidity ended up losing his goddamn mind.

I was just going to have one big essay with some vaguely defined sections, but then I realized it was so ungodly long it'd probably take three years to read, so i'm going to cut it into three or four (or. maybe five?) pieces. This is part 1.

The Catalyst

It started with the resistance in JMV finding Dreamswap.

At this point in time, Nightshade and Dark have unofficially moved into the manor. Nightshade has decided helping Shale would be entertaining (also they’re gay), and Dark is trying to quietly and gently get Jade out of there (with little success, presently). The resistance is not having a good time with Jet now being part of the team.

So, after hearing a lot about JR, Peridot decided to ask Lucidity for help. Some details still need to be ironed out on my end, but she had a whole plan. Their request, a partial solution to suggest, and some way to repay him for his help.

Their potential solution was a weapon they had been working on for a while. An explosive device powered by positivity, which takes the little bit of positivity it’s given and very quickly produces more, before exploding. The explosion would be partly your typical bomb explosion, and partly a violent boom of highly concentrated positivity. A corrupt that survives the initial explosion would more than likely be killed by the positivity.

But they hadn’t been able to test it yet.

Because the only two people in the multiverse left with the Tree’s positive magic are Jade, who’s stuck in the manor, and Quartz, who’s constantly on the run and would probably rather chew her own arm off than give that away.

They may, with an incredible amount of effort on Peridot’s part, have been able to simulate a very small-scale version of it.

But, either because Peridot (a spirit) didn’t come to DreamSwap herself and saw how much magic was just sitting in the air around JR, or they didn’t realize how sensitive the prototype was, they brought it to show Lucidity, and it reacted to the ambient positivity in the area.

This ambience was a result of both Lucidity’s radiant ass living there for about a hundred years, and the positive emotions of the hundreds if not thousands of people who staff and/or live in the castle.

No human or monster can feel it, but any spirit who doesn’t live there (literally anyone except Lucidity) would notice. Immediately.

And it turned out, the weapon didn’t store a certain amount of energy before exploding. It exponentially increased the amount of positivity that it’s given. The strength and concentration of the positivity also affects the size and strength of the less magical part of the explosion.

And there was far more positivity in the air than they could’ve ever hoped to acquire in their home MV.

So…they pretty much brought a radiance nuke to JR and it went off because the air was too magical. There’s a lot of lingering positivity in the area. There will likely be severe consequences in the environment and any life in the area that wasn’t killed by the initial explosion.

It was an accident.

But they would never be able to make it right. Not in their own eyes, and especially not Lucidity’s.

Lucidity was not in JR. But he was in the same universe. He was taking Champion out. He hasn’t been able to get out much with Champ, so he’s taken the whooole day off to both relax and to spend time with his dog.

They’re close enough to the castle that they can see it. And while they’re not close enough to get hurt, they’re close enough that they can feel the shockwave from the explosion. 

Lucidity sees JR start to crumble before the shockwave reaches them. 

Lucidity is losing his shit. He’s very, very not okay. He’s in shock, grieving the loss of damn near everyone he knows, his home, and his lifelong work, and he’s fucking furious.

Lucidity doesn’t know who these people were, but he does know that they were part of an organization. The idiots who brought the weapon noticed it had been activated, and managed to run far enough that they hadn’t been vaporized in the blast. He found their clothes, several meters away from the rubble, and each had an unusual pin with a logo he’d never seen before.

There must’ve been more of them.

And this is the official start of his descent into (relatively) minor madness. 

[dereks-husband]

Alright, Derek Suarez has RUINED me, here's a DEREK X GN!READER fic

I have never written a fanfic before, so I'd love some constructive feedback!

This is a part 1 out of idk how many parts, could honestly probably be infinite if I had no self control. Set between steps 2 & 3, but like basically step 3 like it's set right before senior year.

You’re laying on your bed, phone in your hand, debating with yourself if you should call him. You don’t even know if he’s free or if you’d be interrupting practice, or doing his summer work, or bonding with his teammates, or anything else that he should be focusing on instead of you. You let out a puff of air, deciding that you need to think about it just a little more. Because no matter how often you were able to talk on the phone, or text, or FaceTime, you never felt you were able to get enough of Derek. It was nowhere near the same as seeing each other in person, but you couldn’t blame him. You loved him. What started as a summer crush when you were 13 turned into a deal to get married if you were both single, and now you can’t stop thinking about him, wishing you had the courage to just call the deal off and ask him to be with you now. But all that is to say he was busy with soccer, his passion, and he was so talented at it, you’d never forgive yourself if you somehow got in the way of that. So instead, you never said anything, just going through your days texting him, missing him, and turning down any advance or offer for romance from anyone else because, to you, there is no one else. And if you would call him right this second you might find it a little too hard to not just drop everything and drive out to his training camp in the middle of who knows where because you really can’t stand how long it’s been since you saw him last.

The one thought giving you peace of mind in this moment though is that you are always able to go to his first home game of the season. You’ve done it every year since you first met him when you were 13. You would get a ride or drive to his family’s home and ride over with his parents and brothers, cheer all game for him, and then go back to their house. Then you would either spend the night there, or, what’s been happening the last couple of years, go home right after due to someone else’s plans getting in your way. And you never missed the face he would make when you couldn’t stay; disappointment, sadness, a longing to ask you to stay, even just for a little longer, with you wanting him to express the feeling because you’d be ready to do it for him…

Except he never did, and before anyone else could catch it he’d put on his signature smirk, one you’ve started associating more with masking his true emotions more than the joy you used to think it meant, and tell you that he understood and that you’d see each other as soon as you’re both able to. Some years you had opportunities to go to more of his games, but last year you were only able to make it to two other ones. Only three games total, for the whole season! Derek said it was okay and that he was happy when you made it to any game, but you were so frustrated with yourself. He WAS so happy when he knew you were there, no smirks or sadness in his eyes when he caught a glimpse of you in that crowd, only what you’ve learned is his real smile plastered on his face, but you couldn’t help feeling terrible every time after the game when you couldn’t stay with him, reducing your whole night of quality time to the car ride back with his whole family. 

So this year, your senior years, the last year you knew for a fact that you can make his games, you resolved to go as many as possible. Because really, who knew where his skill would take him, he could be scouted and have to move across the country and then you wouldn’t have a chance to go to any of his home games, and you both knew it wouldn’t be the same with you only cheering from afar. In your heart you were just really hoping he’d go to a big enough school where they might stream his games so you can still talk to him about them. It wouldn’t be the same, you knew, but it would take some of the ache of missing his games out of you, and you could only hope it would for him as well.

So, for this year, you made sure that you can go to the first home game, as you always do, and you also secured the freedom to go to his game that falls on Halloween. And, as of right now, you planned on staying over after both games, telling everyone (except him) that you’re booked for the whole weekend, just in case he’s free for that long too. The Halloween game would be even more special because his youngest brother, Nico, was still young enough for trick-or-treating, and his middle brother Jorge would have to take him so their mom could stay home and pass out candy. Their dad would be passing out candy at his store, due to some local government incentive for businesses participating in Halloween that you really didn’t understand, nor did you care that much, you just knew that this was an ABSOLUTE win for you.

What you DID understand about the circumstances is that you would be driving Derek home after, and that meant you got to be his cheering section all by yourself AND have him all to yourself on the ride back to his place. You weren’t so bold as to assume you'll have a monopoly on his time that night, but you also didn’t miss when his mom mentioned some restaurants that he likes that would be open both on Halloween and after his game, so maybe you can go out on a non-date with the boy you’ve grown up pining over on your favorite holiday and everything would be totally fine right? A beat. You push that thought out of your mind before you get too lost in it and can’t get the blush off of your face in order to FaceTime him. Right now. Because there’s no time like the present right? Wrong, but it’s something he would probably tell you is right if he were here.

Taking one last deep breath, you pressed call as you exhaled, hoping you weren’t interrupting anything. The phone only rang once before his face was taking over your entire screen. His beautiful green eyes, his long lashes, his adorable nose, and full lips, and perfectly tousled light brown hair. You didn’t miss, though, how sweaty he was, great, you thought, I called during practice. 

“Hey you!” he beamed when he realized the call had connected.

“Hey yourself” you replied, “Is this a bad time? Are you in the middle of practice?”

“We actually just started on a break right now so this is perfect timing! I have like ten minutes to chat! Unless that would be too much of me for you?” he smirks, noting that this is his playful smirk.

You smirk back, “well that is a lot more of your undivided attention than I’ve had in quite awhile, I don’t know if I’m worthy!”

You see a shift in him, still smirking but it’s changed to the mask, “well if that’s how you want to be I guess I could go back to-”

“No no no, I would never complain about getting attention from one of my favorite people,” you cut him off, “sorry, my joke wasn’t very funny” you add sheepishly.

His eyes soften at that but his gaze goes toward the ground, smirk gone, something more like worry in his face “No no! You don’t have to apologize, I’m sorry for not reacting right, drills today have been killer!”

“Derek. Please. I want to apologize again, but I don’t want to spend the next 9 minutes playing the ‘Who can be more sorry game’. And no, you do NOT get to say sorry for that,” you cut him off before he can apologize again, “I just want to know how my favorite soccer superstar is doing? Clearly you haven’t died from exhaustion so that’s good! And you're staying hydrated I assume?”

His face goes from a sad puppy to bright again, “You know it! It’s almost like you know me or something!” he chuckles. “As this camp goes on our drills get more and more intense and our days have been getting longer. I’m actually glad I got my summer work done early, because I really don’t know how I could’ve gone back to work on homework after the days we’ve been having. I barely have the energy to shower before bed,” he trails off, a slight blush coloring his cheeks.

You feel your face start to warm at the mention of him showering but push forth. “And how much longer are you there? I can’t believe they’re pushing you so hard! Has it been like that every year and you just didn’t tell me?” you inquire, trying to sound as joking as possible despite your deepening concern.

“We’re here until next weekend, Saturday I think, but that day is just to travel home, so just over a week? Today is Thursday right?” he laughs, dry and a little uncomfortable, “and for your second question, no, they haven’t pushed us like this every year, they just are this year because we made finals last year and they want us to get the win this year…” he trails off, realizing he said something he maybe shouldn’t have.

“Derek. Well okay first yes today is Thursday, but more importantly, you made finals for what? A tournament? Or-?” You ask, catching on to his discomfort but not letting him get away with it.

“Uhm, no, not a tournament. We kind of, almost won the state championship last yea-”

“YOU WHAT?” you yell, flinging yourself off of your bed. You start pacing around your room without looking at your phone, knowing full well the face he’s probably making, a mix of guilt and discomfort, and a bit of sadness. Taking a deep breath, and shushing him when he goes to start talking again you finally turn back to face the camera, though you keep pacing, a habit you got from him “Derek, why didn’t you tell me? I didn’t even know you made it to playoffs! I would have made sure to be there for those games! I know I wasn’t able to make it for most of the regular season but nothing would have stopped me from coming to support you during something so important,” you finish, no longer angry (let’s be real you were never angry, that yell was mostly surprise), but more defeated, if not a little hurt that he wouldn’t keep you in the loop.

“I’m sorry! And you can’t be mad about me apologizing for this one! I just knew that things were getting busy in both of our lives, and I didn’t want you having to worry about rearranging your life to come to games that I honestly wasn’t even sure would matter that much. The first few rounds in the playoffs I was convinced we were just on our way out, but then we kept winning, and kept winning, and before I knew it we were in the finals and then it was like how do I tell you then? You were going to be so mad at me for not mentioning it earlier, so I just couldn’t bring myself to call you. I panicked, I’m sorry, if it happens again this year I promise I’ll call you before I even tell my family,” he’s panicking now, afraid that you’re going to hate him, you know him well enough to know, it’s Father’s Day all over again. 

“Derek, I’m not mad.” you say, but you have to turn your face away from the screen, you don’t want him to see the tears threatening to fall.

“You’re not? Hey, wait, look here, what’s happening?” he still sounds panicked, but would it really be better to be doing this now? He needs to focus on training. Stupid! You should have never called, how could you be so selfish to someone who is so selfless, because all you’re going to do is make him feel worse for upsetting you, and you can’t do that to him. You just can’t.

“Sorry, one second,” you put the phone on your desk, and grab some tissues, quickly wiping away the tears and taking some quick deep breaths to calm down, all so he can’t see how truly upset you are. You pick your phone back up to see the light of your world looking so dejected, like a puppy you just kicked, and you know you could never bring yourself to be mad at him, “Derek?” he lifts his head, trying to smile at you, but it’s not a full smile, and it doesn’t meet his half-open eyes, but you continue anyway “I’m genuinely not mad. So please, please, don’t beat yourself up over this anymore than I’m sure you already have. I’m not mad, but I am a little hurt you think that me rearranging some plans would be such an inconvenience that I wouldn’t want to go to your games, BUT, I’ve also not told you about everything I’ve done because I already knew you had other plans, and other times for the same reason you didn’t tell me, because I wasn’t sure if you did or not and I didn’t want to make you miss something else just for me. So, if you can promise that I won’t be left out of the conversation when your team makes the playoffs this year, and I’m allowed to come to as many games as I can, then I promise I will keep you informed of future events I have where you can come and support me the same way. Do we have a… deal?” You say, fully calming down, enough to give him a cheeky smile at your particular word choice.

His happy smirk comes back full force “Oh so it’s like that? I guess there’s no limit on the amount of deals between two people huh? Fine. Deal. I’m really sorry again, though, you know I would never try to hurt you on purpose, right?” The way his voice cracks at the end of his question breaks your heart more than any other part of this conversation, his raw emotion coming through, needing you to reassure him.

“I know Derek. Your apology is accepted. But I will say that I’m sorry too, for not inviting you to my events, and for making you worry about me when you have more important things going on. But if there’s a takeaway from all of this let it be that I know you would never purposely try to hurt me, and I would never try to purposely hurt you,” you look at the clock above his head on the screen, you have seconds, maybe a minute left, “listen I’m really glad we had this conversation, and I hope getting that secret off your chest can help you feel better? But you have to go back to practice soon, so I should probably let you go right?”

“Yeah, I’m glad we were able to talk too, and I should probably get going, thank you, and-” he cuts himself off, but you don’t miss the flush that has spread across his face and up his ears, “maybe when I get back next weekend-” 

A whistle from off screen cuts him off and you hear a much deeper voice yelling “Alright boys! Break is over, back on the field for some quick stretches and then 5 laps around the track!”

Before Derek can say anything else you hear a large group of his teammates walking past, some of them whistling, catcalling, making kissing noises, saying different things like “Let’s go Casanova”, “Wow the whole ten minutes?", "Must be love”, and what was probably your favorite; “Dude, could you be any more obvious??”

Stifling a laugh at his demeanor quickly going from cool to frazzled, you coo “Bye Casanova, text me later, miss you!” 

He turns back to the screen and yelps out a quick “Yeah! Miss you too!” before the call abruptly ends, and you can't help but catch yourself looking at your reflection in the dark screen with the widest smile you've ever seen on your face. God, this man's effect on you will be your death yet. Still grinning, you go to get dinner.