#hope you like it?

[invalidstories]

Camp Counselors

Warning: bullying & pranks

The summer sun shone down on the campground as Hero and Villain reluctantly made their way through the chaos of screaming children and overturned canoes. They had been forced into serving as camp counselors for the week, a task neither of them had anticipated nor desired.

Hero glanced over at Villain, who looked equally out of place in their camp counselor uniform, complete with a bright red nametag that read "Villain" in bold letters. Suppressing a smirk, Hero couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement at the irony of their situation.

As they approached the rowdy group of campers gathered around a makeshift campfire, Hero tried to calm the children down

"Alright, settle down!" Hero called out, their voice barely audible over the laughter and chatter. "We have a fun-filled day of activities planned, so let's get started."

Villain rolled their eyes, muttering under their breath, "This is going to be a disaster."

But despite their loathing, Hero and Villain did their duties of leading the campers through a series of games and activities designed to keep them entertained.

As the day wore on, however, it became increasingly clear that Hero and Villain were in over their heads. From canoe races that ended in overturned boats to marshmallow roasting becoming a food fight, the chaos seemed endless. They shared exasperated sighs as they attempted to reign in the chaos.

Suddenly, the campers huddled together, whispering excitedly amongst themselves. Hero and Villain exchanged wary looks, sensing trouble.

But before they could react, a group of kids sprang into action, picking up buckets of slime hidden in the bushes and dousing Villain with large amounts of gooey slime.

Hero burst into laughter at the sight of Villain covered from head to toe in sticky slime. "You really nailed the 'disheveled swamp creature' look, didn't know you were auditioning for a horror movie", they said, unable to contain their amusement.

But their laughter was short-lived as a bucket of paint suddenly rained down upon them, causing Hero to stumble backward and crash into Villain. The impact sent them both to the ground, where they landed in a tangled heap.

As they struggled to extricate themselves from the mess, Hero and Villain found themselves coated in a layer of slime and paint, their clothes clinging to their bodies uncomfortably.

"I still don't get why I have to be here," Villain muttered, shooting Hero an accusatory glare.

Hero shrugged, a sheepish grin spreading across their face. "Hey, at least we gave them a good laugh," they replied, gesturing towards the laughing campers.

Masterlist

[ilikecarsandlike4people]

i hope you're doing well! 💜 could i get a doodle of mark and oscar hanging out together? those two always give me stressed dad and bored son vibes 😭

"I'm not getting you any more balloons"

[fairys-enid]

🟠 🟠 🟠 \\ 🟠 🐛 🟠 // 🟠 🟠 🟠

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Squiddo

ft. Drylliau a oren am @blaze-vibes-here

Squiddo

ft. Guns and orange for @blaze-vibes-here

[neuvoid-writes]

Danmeitober 2024 Day 17 - Bartender

"He... keeps making eyes at that person in white across the bar.... where's my drink? D:" - Some Poor Soul (Probably).

Bartender Mo Ran!

Because Wei Wuxian would drink out the shelves before the stores opened, Lan Wangji is forbidden from alcohol -unless the bar wants another literal hole in the wall opened up next to them, Luo Binghe would only make what Shizun likes and only for Shizun, Xie Lian would break 5 glasses and take 30 mins to prepare your drink... and it will be a health code violation, and Hua Cheng only has eyes for his gege. 💀 Mo Ran has worked in establishments before... he's got this...

er...

sort of?

Anyways, Enjoy!

[haveihitanerve]

Everyone knows who he is. It’s not safe as either Peter Parker or Spider-Man anymore. So Peter goes to the one person he knows will help him disappear. Or, at least, the one person he knows that knows how to disappear. That was how Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson found a dejected looking Peter Parker sitting on their doorstep, nowhere to go. 

Bucky had thought it was a good day. Had thought. He and Sam had beaten the bad guys, turned them in, and gotten some amazing thai food. (and they had both gotten full off it too, so much so they had a box) Sam was being his usual annoying self, but Bucky didn't even mind anymore. He was just annoying back. But then they made it to their apartment building and… found a kid sitting on the steps, staring at his hands, a small bag at his side. His head jerked up when they walked closer and Bucky realized it was.. “Peter?” Sam asked, walking closer. The kid wrapped his arms around his middle. “Hey Sam. Sorry for bothering you.” “its no problem kiddo, whats up? You wanna come in?” Sam squatted down in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “If its not too much trouble.” Peter murmured. “None at all, come on.” Sam stood, glancing back at Bucky worriedly as he unlocked the door and let Peter in. “want a drink?” Peter shrugged, clutching his bag to his side as he looked around. “Water please, if you have some.” “of course we have water kiddo.” Bucky snorted, setting the container of leftover thai on the kitchen table and gesturing for Peter to sit. “You hungry?” Peter jerked his head in a no. Bucky scoffed, pushing the container in front of him. “Yeah right kid. Go on. Eat. This’ll just end up in the back of the fridge forgotten anyway.” Sam came out of the kitchen, holding a glass of water. “Are you giving him my food?” He whined, setting the glass down in front of Peter. “Of course you have no issues with it, you ate all your food with your metabolism.” He grumbled, but ruffled Peters hair and nodded for him to dig in. Bucky winced. “Shit yeah.” He headed into the kitchen and popped open the fridge, digging around until he had a sizeable amount of leftovers in his arms and came back, dumping them on the table. “Jesus Buck!” Sam swore, just barely pulling his arm away before it hit him. Bucky shrugged unapologetically, nudging it over to Peter who had already finished Sams leftovers. “Eat. That metabolism of yours rivaled even Steves.” Sam bit his lip to keep himself from smacking his forehead as he realized Bucky was right. Peter didn't argue, and Bucky and Sam exchanged another worried look. “So…” Sam said after Peters eating was starting to slow. “Wanna share why you're here kiddo? Not that we mind a visit of course.” He added. Peter chewed slowly, looking at the table. “Have you seen the news lately?” He asked quietly. Bucky frowned. “No. We don't listen to it often.” “You mean you still don't let technology old man.” Sam countered, standing and walking to the living room to switch on the TV. “The vigilante known as Spider-Man is Peter Parker, resident high school student in Queens-” Sam turned the TV off. “Shit kid.” Bucky mumbled, rubbing a tired hand across his face. “How'd that come out?” Sam asked quietly, sitting back down. Peter pushed the food around without looking at either of them. “Mr. Stark left me these glasses.” he whispered quietly, pulling a glasses case out of his backpack. He didn't offer them up, but rather kept them cradled in his hand, just as he kept the backpack on his lap. Bucky paled as the story came out. “Damn kid. Thats a lot for you to go through so quick.” Sam said quietly, when Peter had finished, rubbing his back soothingly. “Why don't you go to bed huh? While we discuss some options for you on how to resolve this?” “I don't want a solution.” Peter whispered. “I want to disappear.”

[skateisawesome]

my lungs are on fire,

theres air in my throat

all i can say is that,

i want you most

my legs give out

i’m a mess on the floor

and i honestly wish

that you wanted me more

the whole world is spinning

i’d be safe in your arms

blood in my mouth

sound the alarms

i’m a delusional girl who makes shit up

like how i never called you, 

or said you were enough

if for once in my life, 

i could get the words out

just know that you are the “you” 

and i’ll be the “me”

[darriness]

Drive - 6x10 reaction fic

“What’s happening back there?”

Eddie’s shout from his left snaps Bobby’s attention away from…wherever it was. Maybe it was nowhere. He can’t actually remember what he was thinking about seconds before now, but he does recognize that suddenly there is an abundance of noise around him.

The ambulance siren blares over his head. Chim and Hen are shouting stats and orders to each other behind him. Eddie is shouting from his left. And the rain is pelting the windows and windshield outside. 

The goddamn rain.

He’s mad at rain. Actually he’s furious at the rain. Or maybe…he’s furious at himself for what happened…

“What’s happening?” Eddie shouts again and Bobby is, thankfully, distracted from his inner monologue.

He turns to see Eddie’s head swiveled almost completely toward the opening into the back of the ambulance.

“Turn around, Eddie.” He says, but he’s ignored or maybe Eddie just can’t hear him over all the other noises, “Eddie, turn around.” He says a little louder and this time, Eddie listens, but Bobby can see the frustrated set of his shoulder and the huff he lets out tells Bobby he didn’t actually WANT to listen. 

Chim and Hen didn’t hear Eddie’s question anyway, or they did and decided not to respond.

He watches as Eddie’s hands clench and unclench on the steering wheel. His face scrunching and relaxing (as much as Bobby’s sure it can relax in this moment). Bobby can almost pinpoint the second it gets to be too much again and Eddie turns back around with another shout of, “What’s happening back there?”

His question goes unanswered again and this time Bobby lays a hand on his shoulder, “Turn around, Eddie.” He says.

He watches as Eddie’s eyes flick toward the road, honestly Bobby’s a little impressed with how steady Eddie is driving considering his lack of attention to the road, but then his eyes are back to the back of the ambulance again.

“Eddie!” Bobby shouts. Eddie’s eyes, pinched at the corners and so frantic that Bobby has to take a deep breath in, swivel toward him. Maybe getting Eddie to drive hadn’t been the best decision. He’d needed to distract him, but…

“We’ve got to get him there safely.” Bobby says softly.

Eddie’s eyes widen slightly and his mouth goes slack. They stare at each other for what feels like minutes (even though it’s only a three minute drive to the hospital) before Eddie swallows, nods, and turns back to the road. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel, but he doesn’t turn around again. If his eyes keep flicking to the rear view mirror, Bobby’s not going to blame him.

Bobby runs a hand over his mouth and looks out at the rain.

He’s not sure what the next minutes, hours, or days are going to bring, but he knows for sure he’s going to have a lot of people looking to him for answers and guidance and a lot of devastated, barely hanging on people in his life (the man to his left maybe more so than anyone).

He’s got to be there for them. Regardless of the fact that the man lying on the gurney in the back of the ambulance is more a son to him than anything else.

[fistful-of-fandom]

Did you make your icon?

I did! :)

[that-tall-queer-bassist]

So i was doing an event (100 minutes challenge), and I just couldn't get the caption or art out of my head. So i may have written a fic :]

handing you this wildlife smp session 5/6 fic i wrote and posted in 100 minutes

This fic contains Session 6 Spoilers!

Also! lots of grief. you've been warned!

(Hope it was okay to run with the inspiration and also link to your post, really really love the art <3)

privately, skizz wonders if he’ll be mourned by grian too

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[thotsandpreyers]

“HOPE” spotted in Washington D.C.

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

[spineless-lobster]

I am not the divine masculine or the divine feminine I am the divine comedy and you will address me as such

[pangur-and-grim]

one thing that took me embarrassingly long to learn is "sometimes when people say things, they will not be true."

I used to tell people about this revelation and they'd be like yeah.....duh.....but like, why wouldn't my base assumption be that you're communicating to me in a straightforward manner. anyway, I get scammed a lot.

[beastwhimsy]

a project I finally got around to finishing!! the mane 6, inspired by their earlier generation counterparts, within a medieval fantasy style setting. please don't repost without permission! you just need to ask.

some fun facts:

fluttershy is half unicorn here!! that's why she has the deer-like build and slightly long tail.

rarity is half horse

applejack is fully just a horse.

pinkie and rainbow are the only true ponies

their jobs (in the order shown in the lineup) are royal messenger, royal jester, royal menagerie keeper, royal tailor, royal orchard farmer and Queen Celestia's Most Specialest Student.

in this au, they all met due to working within the castle grounds.

in this au, celestia is queen, luna is still banished, and twilight is discouraged from making friends as it distracts her from her studies. she is celestia's heir and grew up in the castle.

they are all marekissers. lol