#guys i’ve finally done it

[2knightt]

「 be our guest! 」

IN WHICH—dallas winston is the beast while readers the beauty!♡ ໋֢👒✧

🍵ヾFT. DALLAS WINSTON࿐ྀུ ♡

⌗ 👒 notes !𖥔༌ ᰷ ﹅i am NAWT making him an actual beast. he’s just shaggy guys☺️.

“well, maybe dallas winston got ‘em. sounds right up his alley, y/n.”

cherry shrugs, saying everything in a nonchalant voice. she crossed her arms, blinking as she waits for a response instead of this over-exaggerated look on your face.

you never got why she hung around you. she was able to fit into any crowd, she wasn’t called weird or different, and she wasn’t just liked for her beauty.

you had the right side of your top lip raised, your eyebrows were furrowed and you—ever so slightly—squinted.

you were about to respond with some snappy remark before you felt a hand grip your shoulder, snaking their arm around your waist.

“‘m terribly sorry to hear about your father, y/n. but—going after him would be a fools game.”

you couldn’t stand bob! he goes after every girl in the village, then gets his sights set on you for not liking him like how the brainwashed girls do!

first he calls your dad crazy to his face, then he makes you feel dumb for reading books beyond his comprehension, and now he’s mocking your father for chasing his dreams!

you scoff, pushing yourself away to get as far away from him as possible. bob gets this weird look of hurt on his face, a mixture of shock, hurt, and amusement.

“you pig! what makes you think—in any universe—you can even think that he won’t come back?!”

you shout, waving your arm around. you walk, as quickly as you can to stand beside cherry. she had her chest puffed out, her face contorted into a look of anger.

randy now stood behind him, trying to seem tuff now. he never was one that struck you as tuff anyhow. bob got a fake sympathetic look.

“c’mon, hun. you know that’s not what i meant. all you need is me with you.”

he smirked, pointing to his chest with his hands. randy mumbles a fast ‘yeah,’ trying to fit into the conversation somehow.

you opened your mouth to call him some not-so nice words before huffing off, turning on your heel. you started marching your way towards your house.

cherry was right behind you, complaining about bob. saying he was no good, that he’s just the same as before. those complaints fell to deaf ears, though.

you were too busy thinking on how you were gonna help your father. how scared he must be, how you were gonna save him from anything and everything.

you tossed on the closet thing you can find to be a jacket, wrapping the strings loosely around your neck.

cherry was leaning onto the door frame, calling bob a, ‘no good two timing looney.’ whatever that means. she turns her head, seeing this jacket wrapped around your shoulders as you flick your hood up.

“no way you’re actually going, y/n.”

you scrunch your face, confused on what she meant. sure, you understood her words but why didn’t she think you weren’t gonna go?

“you got an issue with that?”

you ask, blinking. you had furrowed your eyebrows, eyes shifting around. you sigh, not wanting to hear an answer. she was jus’ gonna bring up dallas winston. dallas winston was all you heard when someone talked to you about your father.

‘dallas winston’s gonna gut ‘em.’ ‘dallas winston’s never gonna let your dad go, y’know.’

you huff, walking out the door past cherry. she quickly places a gentle hand on your shoulder, trying her best to give a reassuring smile.

“don’t die. i need someone to, uh, talk too.”

you smile, nodding your head. you seen that she was visibly worried, her eyebrows upturned. she lost the rosy hue to her cheeks, the sparkle in her eyes was a little more shiny, her lips were shaking ever so slightly.

you grasped her hand in yours, holding it like she was gonna break at any moment. you mumble a fast, ‘it’s alright,’ before rushing your way towards the barn.

your fathers horse stood there, looking worried herself. you gently pet the nape of her neck, unhitching her. you sigh, tightening your lips.

“please, just take me to him.”

you mumble quietly, hoping that celine would understand you. you hopped onto the saddle, gripping the reins. you thwack the leather, telling the horse to get going.

she rode and rode, leading you to once a beautiful, bright, with blooming flowers turn into a dark, frightening, gloomy forest.

you felt your breath hitch as you fled deeper into the woods, hearing owls hoot, the twigs under celine snapping.

you reach this huge gate, the metal rusting. you look up, your eyes trailing up the cracks in the cement border. the dead trees growing up the walls, the roots sticking out of the ground. the black iron gate looking heavier than anything you’ve ever seen.

you jump off the horse, figuring it’s worth a shot to at least try to open the gate. you push it open, the bottom of the gate dragging the dirt along with it. your eyes shift around, locking onto your fathers hat. you gasp, looking forwards, seeing the door to the huge castle.

it had towers upon towers, the door looking just as huge as the gate, if not bigger. you inhaled, trying to find courage to rush through the door. you grip your fathers hat, finding an odd comfort in a way.

“oh, you just had to invite him!”

ponyboy groans, throwing his head back. he walks towards two-bit, pointing at him as he furthers with his complaining.

“sit in dally’s chair, of course! take a look at this vase! stay, stay, i insist!”

ponyboy mocks him, copying two-bits movements in an over exaggerated way. he quickly rolls his eyes, kissing his teeth as he crosses his arms.

“well, excuse me for trying to be orderly!”

two-bit replys, sarcasm laced in his voice as he snarls. he huffs, turning his head away from ponyboy. he opened his mouth, ready to say something snide back before hearing the door creak open.

“hello? is anyone here? hello?”

you yell out into the empty halls, rushing up the stairs. the bright red carpet helping you stay balanced as you were calling for your dad in this castle. god, how scared was he?

“dare! there’s a girl in the castle!”

johnny whisper-shouts, stumbling his way towards darry who was washing the dishes. darry quickly glances towards johnny, sighing as he scrubs the plate faster.

“now, johnny, let’s not start makin’ up these elaborate stories.”

“honest, darry! i saw ‘er!”

darry sighs, frustrated. he tossed johnny a wet rag, shaking his head.

“enough with that nonsense. start helpin’ me with the dishes, johnny.”

sodapop comes skidding into the kitchen, almost missing the room entirely. he trips onto the checkered tile, rushing to get up. soda shoots up beside darry, his elbows propping him up as he leans onto the counter.

“i saw a girl in the castle, darry! a girl!”

johnny throws the dish rag into the sink, staring at darry with an, ‘are you kidding me?’ look.

“told you.”

two-bit cracks a grin, seeing ponyboy get more furious the more he toys with him.

“you irresponsible, wax for ears, sassy littl-“

“papa?”

ponyboy gets cut off, hearing your voice echo through the walls of the castle. two-bit and ponyboy rush towards the door, peaking out from the side to see you cautiously step down the hall.

“did you see that? a girl, pony!”

“i know it’s a girl.”

two-bit grins, practically skipping around.

“she’s the girl we’ve been searchin’ for! she’s the one that’s gonna help dally!”

“wai-wait!”

ponyboy shouts, chasing after two-bit who’s currently following you carefully.

you stumble past a door, looking forward before hearing it creak behind you. you rush inside the room, looking left and right.

“hello?”

unknown to you, two-bit and ponyboy had just entered the same room. sure, the two of them knew you’d hear but two-bit was hoping you’d go in.

two-bit drags ponyboy into the closet, hiding inside it. two-bit cracks the doors open slightly, seeing you walk up the stairs.

“dad?”

“y/n?”

you hear your dad groan from this door, a small part at the bottom having bars. you rush towards the wooden door, grabbing a torch on your way there. you crouch down, holding your dads hand gently. it was so much colder than you remember.

“wh-what are you doing here? how did you find me?”

“i need to get you out of here.”

“no! you can’t! get out, far away as possible!”

you felt a hand grip your shoulder tightly before tossing you up, causing you to stumble back slightly. in the process, you dropped the torch. it was pitch black, you were unable to see three feet ahead of you.

“wha—who are you?!”

you shout to this dark figure, the moonlight being the only thing shining through the towers window. he fled to a darker part of the chamber, as if trying to hide from you.

“who are you?”

he snarled, looking down at you like you were just some…bug. you were unable to see anything but the scowl on his face.

“let my father go! he’s sick, he could die! please, i-l’ll do anything!”

the man turns on his heel, looking away from you. he huffs quietly, getting annoyed by the second.

“there’s nothing you can do. he’s my prisoner—what aren’t you gettin’ lady?”

he kisses his teeth, walking past you. when he stomped away. he looked down at you once more. you looked closer at him, seeing slight fangs when he snarls.

“there must be some way….there must be some way.”

you ramble to yourself, your eyes darting around the floor. you notice cracks that are leading towards the door keeping you away from your father.

“wait!”

you shout without thinking, extending a hand out. dallas stops walking, looking over his shoulder. he had an eyebrow raised, looking down at you with curiosity.

“take me instead.”

you sigh, gripping the hem of your little cape. your just now noticing your hoodie fell, a cold breeze hitting the back of your neck.

dallas blinks in shock, turning around. his lips were slightly parted as his eyes trail from you to the ground. his eyebrows were furrowed, confusion painted on his face.

“you would…take his place?”

“no! you don’t know what you’re doing, please!”

your father shouts, his voice shaking. you sigh, trying to recollect your thoughts. why did you say that? why are you getting nervous? why are you acting like you wouldn’t take his place over and over again?

“if i did, would you let him go?”

dallas takes a step forwards, crossing his arms. he looks you up and down, licking the inside of his cheek. he clenches his jaw before nodding his head slowly.

“yea. only if you stay forever.”

you sigh, your mind running at a million miles per second. you bite the skin off your lip, trying to make out how this guy looks.

“come into the light.”

you demand, squinting your eyes. you try to seem as tough as possible, tilting your head. sure, you weren’t the most intimidating—but you can try.

you hear an audible sigh and you’re willing to bet he rolled his eyes. he took a step forward, not trying to hide his angry expression.

the first thing you see being a scowl. he had rugged black hair, thick eyebrows, and dark brown eyes that felt has if he was staring past you whilst looking directly at you. he had noticeable fangs when he licks his teeth, raising his chin.

he had a stubble, his side burns quite shaggy. he was unkept, looking as if he hadn’t had a good haircut in months, years even if you wanna push it.

you gulp, as cartoony as that sounds. he intimidated you by just standing there. his eyes didn’t shine under the moonlight, his expression showed something you couldn’t read.

you bump into the wooden door, your father gently touching your shoulder. you find it comforting, but it wasn’t enough for you to change your mind.

“y/n, please. i cannot let you do this!”

you walk forward, your head hung low. you look up at him as you stand infront of him, standing up straight.

“you have my word.”

“deal.”

he growls, stomping towards the chamber your father was in. he opens the door, creaking loudly as it echos. you hide your face in your palms, trying to calm yourself.

your father rushes towards you, holding your shoulders. he stutters before finally saying a coherent sentence.

“listen to me, y/n! i’ve lived my life, i’m old!”

he gets cut off when dallas drags him away, not bothering to look at you or the ground in shame. he just looks forward, not an emotion present on his face.

your dad shouts out for you as he gets pulled away, extending out his arms. you shout another, ‘wait,’ but it falls to deaf ears.

“no, please! spare my daughter, i’m begging!”

“she’s not somethin’ you should be worryin’ about, man.”

dally mumbles, a sly grin on his face as he shoves your father into this carriage. the thing got up on four legs and started moving, ignoring the shouts of protest. dallas ignores him like he had before, the complaining getting easier to block out.

you watched as the man that can go head to toe with the devil threw your father into a carriage, throwing your face in your palms. a whine escaped your throat, a sound that can only be described as agony.

dallas was about to climb up the stairs once more before hearing a small, ‘psst!’

“dally!”

two-bit shouted from the closet, taking a step out from it. ponyboy wasn’t that far behind, a worried look on his face.

“what?”

dallas snarled, his voice filled with anger. two-bits eyes widened, eyes darting around before nervously chuckling.

“we-well, since the girl’s stayin’ for longer…how ‘bout we give ‘er a nicer room?”

dally raised his lip, angered at the question. before two-bit could add onto his sentence, dallas was already halfway up the stairs.

you sat in the dungeon, keeping your word. you were scared to not keep your word. dallas cautiously entered the room, hearing your cries. he almost felt a drop of pity for you.

the fear you felt trickled into anger as you turned on your heel, jaw clenched with your face scrunched.

“you didn’t even let me say goodbye! i’ll never see him again! …i didn’t get to say goodbye…”

a sob left your lips, palms back on your face. dallas’ lips were slightly parted, eyebrows twitching. he tightened his lips, crossing his arms before sighing.

“follow me to your room.”

[ratb4stard3]

🚀🌌🐜 Starman or somethin’ Idk I didn’t watch the show.. 💫

[royaltea000]

Demon’s Baptism

[sassycordy]

every friend group should include stargate atlantis edition 🤞🏽

audio credits: littleredinmotion/ ib/rm: aeschylusfilms & softdecades

[disappearenceofsomeone]

yipppee!!! I love aus so much !!! (ft. Windy Top sillies !!!, to which I’ll link right around here if you guys wanna read it, it was very fun!! :3 )

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[ricky-mortis]

A portrait of Sir John Herschel because I‘m normal about Pulp Musicals

[kendallroygf]

btw this is probably one of the most insane and telling scenes in regards to stewy nd kendall. like the stewy-marcia interaction first off. the way it’s so clearly paralleling kenstewy with logan and marcia. stewy and marcia literally watch their respective persons in silence. also important to note that stewy was one of the first ppl to greet logan when he arrived probably bc he knew that one of the first things logan was going to do was approach kendall and he wanted to get in there first to gauge the situation + logan. but stewy’s concern for kendall in regards to what could happen when he’s in close proximity to logan is so clear and almost synonymous with marcia’s own concern/love for logan at this point. like it seems intentional that they were shown to be like. logan and kendall’s respective partners here

[reddamselette]

Leo was underneath the blankets, a dull ache presenting itself in the forefront of his forehead with pressure between his eyes, almost pressing down on the bridge of his nose when the door to his room opened. “Leo? Are you alive?”

Jason’s voice was as soft as ever, breathless but not below a whisper. A small smile ghosted Leo’s features before he groaned and shifted under the covers. He turned onto his back, laying his head back on the pillows. “Oh, you know, napping. Dreaming about tires and engines.”

Jason chuckled before he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. “You never nap.”

“Sure I do. At night, duh—“ Leo cut off with a cough, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth to muffle it. He cleared his throat after, his brows furrowed as the pain burned in the back of his throat and in his chest. He settled slowly, with a sigh and looked up at Jason with love in his eyes. “Did you miss me?”

Jason nodded, cupping Leo’s cheek after brushing back loose, brushed out and frizzy curls from his face. They fell into a silence, gazing into each other’s eyes and watching the world for a stolen moment. He shifted in his spot, lifting the covers and moved to lay in the bed beside him. “Scoot over.”

Leo did and rested his head on Jason’s stomach once they became comfortable. Any place would be comfortable as long as you’re with me, Leo thought. “You’ll get sick.”

“Who cares? You’ll just have to be the one who comes into my cabin next time.”

[sunforgrace]

all im saying is i deserved to see dean get real weird with it after that last one. two seasons after the widower arc he tells you he loves you and then dies. surely there will be no rammies from this

[cadaver-moss]

For any of my mutuals, please DM me if there’s an OC of mine you want. Just in case something happens to me.

[nico-the-overlord]

So, Logan is based off the teacher character yeah? What if I just

+alt version and sketch I’m not gonna finish

For context if anyone is confused: Carson Dellosa Education is a company that makes worksheets/posters for elementary school students.

Tried to replicate their art style (what the internet has dubbed the ‘Carson-Dellosa’ art style’). Idk if first ones are also called that, I know the sketch is most like their style, but I’ve also seen first type alot in classrooms so yeah.

[Image ID start. Four separate drawings of Logan Sanders from Sanders Sides, drawn in a cartoonish art style. Most notable of the style is a wide, simplistic smile. First drawing is a drawing of Logan standing, looking forward.

Second drawing is a poster that reads “KNOWLEDGE IS POWER” in round white block letters outlined in black. In the middle is a drawing of Logan reading an untitled blue book, his head and hands only visible peaking out the sides of the book. The background has purple swirls, and many little purple and white stars.

Third drawing is the same as the first drawing, but without Logan’s brain emblem on his shirt.

Fourth drawing is an uncolored pencil sketch of Logan standing, looking off to the side. He is holding a spiral notebook to his chest with both hands. Image ID end.]

[thereaperisdreaming]

He’s done. He’s FINALLY done!

[anoddrock]

I got. REALLY carried away drawing my version of Death from the @witherburn-after-school-news finale.

Heavily impacted by the Not Deer(I based a lot of the bones on deer skeleton photos) and the fact that there’s a cool skull in the art lofts that I’m currently doing a charcoal piece of!

[mikodaiyo]

Back to BUSINESS. wip

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — on the radio.

JULY 15, 1989

Marty sighs, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. He flexes his hands, rolling his shoulders, trying to work the kink out of his back before getting back to work. That’s pretty much the only downside of tinkering around with various unfinished projects of Doc’s; way too many hours spent hunched over. 

“That was Tom Petty with ‘I Won’t Back Down’ here on KWHV 108.3 and I’m your host, Jamie Lee.” The deejay’s voice is sweet and smooth, and he remembers, warmth creeping across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, that Jamie Lee was his first crush. As if it wasn’t enough she was the coolest girl inside the halls of Hill Valley High, outside of school she was the best basketball player and had the best music taste. A triple threat for sure. 

“Next up we’ve got something kinda special: a new group that’s been soaring through the charts and sent the music world spinning with their electrifying debut.” 

Marty feels his heart quicken in his chest and tries to tell himself to calm down, the radio static buzzing in his head. He drops the screwdriver, which clatters to the table clumsily. There’s no way. There’s absolutely no way in hell she could be talking about–

“So, without further ado, with their lead single ‘Strangerland’ off their album 88, give it up for Hill Valley’s very own hometown boys, McFly and the Flyaways!’ 

His stomach drops. He’d recognize that opening riff anywhere.

“Future sight can’t help me tonight, tired of waitin’ for time to restart–”

“Holy shit,” he breathes. “Holy shit!” he exclaims, leaping to his feet and not even caring that he hits his head on the way up. “Doc! DOC!” 

He only feels a little bad when the door gets kicked open and his best friend bursts into the room like he’s goddamn Batman, clad in safety goggles instead of a cape and wielding a fire extinguisher instead of a Batarang. 

“MARTY!” Doc cries, looking around like a man possessed, frantic in his search for some threat. “What is it? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

He runs to the scientist, grasping his upper arms. His face hurts from smiling so much. 

“Doc! Doc, listen!”

“—ghosts in my head, there’s a ghost in the mirror that I see instead—" comes his own voice a moment later. 

Marty bows his head, grip momentarily tightening. There’s a lump in his throat and when he looks up at Doc again, his blue eyes are watery.

“My song, Doc,” he whispers. An awestruck, dumbstruck, disbelieving smile on his face makes him look all of thirteen again and he couldn’t care less. He lets out a laugh that’s a little too close to a sob for comfort. “They’re playing my song.” 

The fire extinguisher falls to the ground with a thud as Doc returns the embrace, holding Marty at arm’s length so tightly he thinks he’ll wake up with bruises in the morning. If Marty thought his own smile was big and stupid, it had nothing on Doc’s. 

“Do you know what this means?” he murmurs. 

“You were right,” Marty replies. “All the stuff you said to me.” 

“If you put your mind to it…” Doc starts, gently.

“…You can accomplish anything,” Marty finishes. 

The chorus starts, crackly over the radio, but it’s the greatest thing he’s ever heard. 

“Oh, I’m lost in my dreams, fallin' apart at the seams, and time is slippin' through my hand

But I got somethin' to prove, so what have I got to lose?

I'm gonna make it outta this

Strangerland!

I gotta make it outta this

Strangerland!” 

“Woah,” Marty laughs, tears sliding down his face. “This is heavy.” 

Doc pulls him into a bone-crushing hug which he eagerly returns, the instrumentation that took them weeks to nail blaring in the background.

“You did it, Marty. You made it.”

“I made it,” Marty repeats, as if it’ll make it feel more real. He feels lighter than air and like he’s buzzing with electricity, like he’s flying over a thundercloud. “Holy shit, I made it.” A sudden realization shocks him and his eyes widen. “I-I gotta tell the guys!”

“Go on, go on!” Doc encourages, letting him go, watching him fondly as he almost trips over his feet and the rug trying to make it to the phone in Doc and Clara’s library and study. 

However, it’s already ringing when he gets there. 

“Yo!” he greets, out of force of habit.

“Marty!” his dad’s warm voice responds. 

“Marty, honey, turn on the radio, quick!” his mom jumps in. “They’re playing it! Your, um, your Stranger in a Strange Land song!” 

“It’s your song, kiddo!” His dad sounds full to bursting with joy. “And boy, does it sound great!” 

He laughs, using his thumb and forefinger in a fruitless attempt to try to stem the flow of tears.

“Thanks, guys.”

“Oh, sweetheart, we’re so happy for you. And so proud of you, too, so proud.” His mom sounds like she’s about to cry, too. “Linda’s taping it and everything and Dave has it playing at the office!”

“We love you, son,” his dad reminds him, “and you’ll be home for dinner, right?”

“Yeah, Dad. I will. Love you too.”

[whumpacabra]

Renovations

Or AI-less Whumptober 10: “You don’t need to earn this.”

Stress cleaning, comfort, implied poor self worth, implied romantic relationship, implied past captivity

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“East?” Jackson sighed, seeing his husband had stress cleaned the entire fist floor. For the second time this week.

“Down here.” East’s voice rose from the basement, muffled by the distance.

Jackson descended the rickety stairs into the unfinished cellar. East was crouched by the corner, measuring tape in hands and a notepad beside him. He smiled up at Jackson, covered in dust.

“Hi. I was thinking we could get the flooring in here redone. Seal up this concrete - they do epoxy floors these days, do you think that’s expensive? Either way, I was just thinking we could get this all cleaned up by spring.”

“That’s great, love.” Jackson sighed as his husband rambled, turning away to scribble down a note. “I saw you cleaned the kitchen again.”

“Mhm. Well, I spilled some sauce when we made lasagna the other day and the linoleum was stained so I figured a deep clean could help even it out.”

“You know you don’t have to do this, right?” Jackson sat at the end of the stairs, opposite of where his husband was sitting on the concrete floor.

(East hated the basement. Hated concrete floors and dark cold rooms with only one exit.)

“What? We need to renovate - the resale value - ”

“You don’t need to earn this, love.” East fell quiet, looking away from Jackson’s soft, searching eyes. “It’s good to have projects, and I like that you help keep this place clean, but I just…”

“ ‘m not…doing this because I want to…earn it…” East mumbled unconvincingly, clutching the measuring tape and notepad to his chest.

“Then why are you down here?”

Easy said nothing, eyes glued to the floor as he swallowed whatever retort had climbed up his throat.

“…come here, love.”

Jackson said softly, holding out a hand. East half crawled half scooted over the concrete floor, eyes still down cast and hands tight around the tools. Jackson gently lifted his husband’s face, thumb stroke the stubble along his jaw. He kept his voice soft and low, almost a whisper.

“I love you. You’re worth more than you know, just the way you are.”

“…please don’t lie to me, Jackson.” East begged, voice rasping and broken as he leaned into his husband’s touch. Jackson wrapped his arms around East, rocking him gently.

“I’m not lying. I love you. You don’t need to earn a place here.” Jackson kissed the top of his head, ignoring the concrete dust in East’s hair. “I’ve had a place here for you before I even knew you.”

East sighed into Jackson’s arms, returning the hug with shaking arms. He might have actually believed him.

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