#hope you’re happy

[teamchillidogs]

Tails reminds me of Chris from SonicX I'M SORRY I KNOW HE MEANT WELL BUT UGGGH KID 😭😭😭😭

I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS TAILS SLANDER !! You take that back NOW 😭😭😭😭!!

[mustardtoes77]

Can u draw dave x karkat home stuck ship art pwetty please

ok, since you said please

[seramilla]

Oo angst idea

So like some employees of carmine industries turn out to be like traitors or some shit(maybe they were working for carmilla just to get the manufacturing blueprint) so the employees try to corner Clara who is the head of the manufacturing department but unfortunately for them and fortunately for Clara, Odette had happened to be in the department during this event so she quickly heard what was going on and stepped in to help Clara. So Clara runs off to tell her mother who was leading sera and Emily through a tour of the place so she runs to find her mother and eventually she finds her and she is distraught, hardly able to get words out.

But unfortunately by the time they arrive to the scene, Odette is gravely injured with two angelic bullets through her chest with an angelic knife sticking out of her stomach while the employee’s bodies surround her. So obviously they freak out and bring her to the nearest hospital and Clara is inconsolable. Carmilla can’t comfort her, Emily can’t either, neither can sera, hell even Velvette and Kiki can’t comfort her. The posse nor Velvette were informed on what happened but all they know is that Clara is inconsolable because she wants her big sister so bad but she can’t see her.

“MOM!!!”

Carmilla, startled, practically falls out of her chair at the force with which her younger daughter slams her office door open. Clara comes bursting into the room, tears falling down her face, horns and glowing irises on full display as she practically stumbles into Carmilla’s arms. Zestial is also startled, looking up from where he’d been reading on the couch, spider web beginning to form behind his back at what he initially perceived to be a threat.

When their eyes fall on Clara, both overlords immediately stand down, waiting for Clara to compose herself. She’s pointing out the door, hand shaking and barely able to get out the words.

“O-ODETTE!”

Carmilla doesn’t need to hear more, and neither does Zestial. Instinct kicking in immediately, the two of them rush out into the hallway, and down two flights of stairs, where a throng of people have begun to gather around something sprawled onto the floor. Carmilla starts shoving her employees and patrons out of the way, not even caring if she’s a little rough with them. She needs to see what’s beyond this wall of bodies, and when she does, she practically chokes on a shout, holding her large claws up to her face.

Her eldest, Odette, is being cradled in the arms of Kiki, Clara’s partner, who’s trying her best to slow the loss of blood from two large wounds in Odette’s right shoulder with her jacket. Also, Carmilla notices with absolute horror, an angelic blade of her own making still sticking out of her daughter’s side. One of her designs. Who would— How— Who had done this?

“It was one of the lab guys!” Clara shouts, as if reading Carmillla’s mind. “He was coming for me, and Odette—I-I killed him!”

That’s when Carmilla notices the other body in the room, this one dead, torn in half, and pierced through several times in the face with something sharp. She can’t identify him, because he doesn’t have a face left. One of her angelic pistols lays on the floor mere feet from the body.

It’s just like the drone that had tried to attack Sera — someone is using her weapons against her, and they’d actually succeeded this time!

Carmilla’s brought out of her shocked state at a cry from Odette, who’s gripping at Kiki’s shirt like she’s trying to talk through the pain. “Mo-oom!”

Not wasting anymore time, Carmilla grabs Odette out of Kiki’s arms, as carefully as possible, and yells at Zestial, “Zestial! Portal! Now! Sloth ring!”

Zestial nods, and without a moment’s hesitation, he opens a portal to Sloth. Before he and his dear friend disappear through the portal, Clara tries to follow, and Carmilla pushes her back.

“You stay here!” Carmilla demands, almost frantic.

“But…” Clara starts. “What about Odette? I can help!”

“We’ll handle it,” Carmilla insists. “I need you here. Please! Call Lucifer! Tell him to meet me at Belphegor’s! And hold down the fort for me.”

Clara acts if she might protest again, but she doesn’t. She nods, wiping away the snot and tears from her face, and by the time she blinks again, her mother and Zestial are gone.

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It takes less than 5 minutes between the time Carmilla and Zestial get Odette to Belphegor’s clinic, before she is rushed into emergency surgery. It takes only a minute longer for Lucifer to appear, and once Zestial brings him up to speed on Odette’s condition (because Carmilla has gone verbally catatonic at this point) the king also enters the surgical theater. He’s not a doctor, but he has enough healing magic to be helpful. If she needs a transfusion, Carmilla is present. Thankfully, it doesn’t come to that point. Thank Heaven for that.

When Carmilla is finally allowed to enter Odette’s room in ICU more than 3 hours later, she doesn’t think she’s ever seen Odette in such a critical state. Her face is covered with tubes, there are bandages all over her body, especially around her midsection, and she’s been put into an artificial coma to help speed her healing. Lucifer is also there, covered in sweat, and looking exhausted. He’d worked so hard for her daughter. He just breathes slowly, trying to recover his energy, and smiles when he sees she’s entered the room.

“How is she?” Carmilla asks, trying to keep it together, and not cry in front of her king.

“She’ll survive,” Lucifer says, slumping into his chair. “But it’s going to take a while. You’re very lucky to have brought her here as quickly as you did.”

His wings are out — Lucifer always brings them out when he’s nervous or feeling uncertain. It’s a small quirk of his. Carmilla notes he must really be worried, if that’s the case.

“Can I stay with her?” Carmilla asks, reaching out for Odette with her claw, but not yet touching.

“Yes,” Lucifer says, finally putting away his wings. He takes off his hat, and wipes his brow with his sleeve. “Just don’t touch her. Not yet. She’s full of mine and Bel’s healing energy, but she must NOT be moved or jostled around too much. Hear me?”

“Yes,” Carmilla says, sighing with a small modicum of relief, but only just. Odette has an extremely difficult fight ahead of her. She won’t do anything to sabotage that, no matter how much she wants to hold her girl.

As Lucifer is turning to leave, Carmilla stops him. “Lucifer! Thank you! If there’s ever anything I can do to repay you, please…just tell me.”

Lucifer smiles at her, leaning on his cane to remain standing upright. He’s also trying not to show how tired he is, but it’s not working.

“Of course, Carm. Don’t even mention it.”

As Carmilla is left alone with Odette, a million different thoughts race through her mind. How could she have let this happen? How could she have fucked up and let her guard down so horribly? Who is after her, and what the fuck do they want? It couldn’t have just been the one demon — who wants her dead this badly? All of these questions and more are at the forefront of her mind, and she doesn’t know the answer to any of them.

The only thing she does know, and the thing she keeps whispering quietly into Odette’s ear, hoping her daughter can hear her, is that Carmilla will find out who did this, and make them pay. She will kill them herself, if she has to. She’ll never let anything like this happen again. Odette twitches, as if she’d heard her mother. It’s only at that moment that Carmilla’s composure finally drops, and she openly sobs, not caring who hears her.

[secretsandlabrats]

Troy West, you were haunting my brain sir and I would love to you for you to stay, but I got a fic to write that’s not involving you. I wish I could do you some justice with the fact that you have three fics over on AO3 right now. Don’t worry I’ll definitely give him some justice though he might not deserve it but to me he definitely does because if Marcus can so can he… 😗

[bobadila]

BOO!! 🤯

AHHHH

[ultraviolet-ink]

Fuck

[sync-into-my-skin]

We have a dictator now. No other way to put it. He’s said it himself. We even gave him no checks or balances to keep him in line. They have control of the senate and majority in the house. Project 2025 is our future. The amount of damage that will be done on the next 4 years is going to set us back 100 years. Im sick and I’m tired.

[slayfics]

NO TELL US YOU LOVE US

One day Bakugou will tell you how he feels about you, but today is not that day.

No but really, why do girls always type the most filth with the straightest faces while the guy on the other end is probably losing his shit😭😂

“Why do you even bother with this shit?”

You don’t even attempt to shield your phone, it’s nothing that your boss hasn’t seen a million times before. Your face is bored as you swipe through the options, leaning against your desk with your coat and bag on ready to leave the agency for the day as you wait for Bakugou.

To most it was probably peculiar for you to be leaving at the same time as the number two hero, but it had become almost a tradition for you to both grab gyoza at the small ramen bar down the street each Thursday after work. It was a place that Bakugou had found by chance one evening when he stopped a petty villain stealing the cash register off-duty. An act that wasn’t forgotten by the kind owner who offered him free gyoza for life— but he’d always leave his money on the table. The food was good, and the atmosphere quiet, just how he liked it. And you had too the first time he’d invited you after your train home was cancelled.

It almost felt like an unlabelled date night, the two of you laughing over gyoza and asahi away from the stress of the outside world for an hour before he’d walk you to the station and wait for your train before making his way to his platform. A slew of food photos and selfies saved in your phone that could indicate a blossoming relationship if they were posted on your socials, and not saved in your camera roll. And perhaps it could be a date— if Bakugou would ever admit his feelings for you.

“Look at what he said to me the other day,” Your fingers scroll up on your phone screen and Bakugou takes the opportunity to look at the way the light shines off your cheeks, feeling that familiar warmth begin to burn like it always does when he thinks of you, “It was so embarrassing.”

Bakugou squints at the screen, trying to read the text without his glasses as his face swiftly contorts to disgust. He doesn’t need to read the whole message to know the guy is an absolute fucking douchebag—

“He wants to what?!” Bakugou’s blush tickles the tips of his ears as he pulls back to make eye contact with you, “How would you even get in that position?”

“You’d be surprised—” You laugh, light and airy, and it has Bakugou leaning against the side of your desk to stop himself from tumbling forward.

“I refuse to believe that works on anyone.” He snorts as he shrugs his own coat on, switching the light off as you both walk towards the elevator.

“Call it the best of a bad bunch,” You laugh, stepping into the lift as you show him the screen again. This time it’s a conversation that has his throat dry as he immediately focuses on your messages. Just the right amount of innocence piled high with implication as he thought about you texting him like that.

“Guy sounds like a fuckin’ loser,” Bakugou plays it off, jabbing the ground floor button with a little more aggression than necessary as the doors close behind you.

“He seems okay,” You mumble, “He works at Deku’s agency.”

“Definitely a loser then.” He sneers.

“Stop.” You grin at him, and Bakugou has to stop his heart from leaping from his chest from how hard and fast it beats.

“What rank is he?” Bakugou scrunches his nose. He better be at least top twenty before he even thinks about having a chance with someone as perfect as you, and even then that wouldn’t be enough.

“He’s still a sidekick, actually.” You laugh, “I got enough Pro-Hero stress dealing with you.”

“Ya better not be thinking about jumping ship.”

“You know I’d never.” You reply truthfully, “I’m a Dynamight girl til I die.”

Bakugou’s cheeks flushed pink at your admission, heart swelled with pride as he let your words stroke his ego.

“Yeah, ya better be.” Bakugou watched in amusement as you kept a straight face as you texted him back, wondering whether you were keeping the conversation sweet or suggestive. Would you look the same if you were texting him like this? Bored and uninterested as you spewed word after word of crass dialogue. He hoped you’d enjoy it like he would, sending flirty messages that would have him grinning at the screen.

“You’re replying to him wantin’ to eat you out with a straight face.”

“Yeah,” You scoffed, “The best of a bad bunch, I guess. At least he hasn’t asked for any nudes yet.”

Bakugou scrunched his nose in irritation at the thought of anyone getting to see that. The selfish part of him wishing that he could be the one that you’d send those photographs to. Posing in the prettiest mesh and lace as you posed for the camera, or maybe sending him a video of you strewn back against tousled sheets. Fingers buried inside your wet, warm heat as you cried out his name.

“You’re textin’ the wrong people,” He shakes his head, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets, “You deserve better.”

“Where am I gonna find better?” You smile over your phone screen towards him, “Especially in this city.”

“I think you’re looking in the wrong places.”

“Wherever I look I just find the same stupid guys.” You sigh, shoving your phone away as you walk towards the exit, giving a smile and wave to the evening security guard as Bakugou nods his head.

Holding the glass door open for you to walk through first, “Yeah, we suck.”

[earthangeljxde]

google searching can pagans curse people

[im-the-lesbian-aunt]

No more coffee and VP mornings. No more sharing TikToks. No more lake days. No more weed road trips. It’s all gone.

[javelinbk]

John Lennon and Cynthia Lennon at the Peppermint Lounge in New York, 9th February 1964

Drunk John my beloved

[pencilscratchins]

if there’s one wisdom i can leave you with its smoke weed, eat local, and fuck often

[dreamingofmarauders]

You Belong With Me

James Potter x Reader

Summary: In which despite having rejected you, James feels the uttermost jealousy of someone else being near you

Warnings: Jealousy, rejection, angry/a bit possessive James Potter, regret, arguing, cussing, crying (Let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I honestly don’t even know what I was thinking then, but this idea just randomly hit me so here it is lol. Hope you enjoy! ❤️

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

James tightened his hold on his glass of Firewhiskey, his gaze piercing dangerously as he watched you get too close with another guy. He clenched his jaw, downing his drink in one go before he tossed the glass back on the table, rage filling his whole being.

He had no right to feel like this. After all, he was supposed to be in love with Lily, not you. At least, that's what he kept trying to tell himself but as he watched you drape your arms around a Slytherin, both swaying to the music, he felt nothing but pure hatred for the male and absolute jealousy.

You should be in James' arms, not his.

James clenched his jaw, shutting his eyes as he inwardly groaned, as it came back to him once again, the memory so vivid it was as if the young Potter was reliving it once again.

You and James leaned against the railing of the Astronomy Tower, your eyes fixated upon the captivating night sky. You turned your head to look at the hazel eyed beside you, who gazed up at the twinkling stars with a soft smile sitting upon his lips. You and James had been best friends since you were children and your bond only deepened during the many years you spent together at Hogwarts. It was a weekly tradition for the two of you to stargaze together.

Your heart fluttered at the content expression on James' face, nothing but adoration in your eyes for him. Over the years, you didn't realize when but you had fallen for your best friend.

You were in love with James Potter.

However you kept that secret locked away in your heart, knowing James had been chasing after the redhead, Lily Evans, since you all were eleven.

Now as you admired James, the ways his lips curved or the twinkle in his hazel eyes, or his always messy black locks, or the way a dimple appeared whenever he smiled, the words slipped past your lips before you could stop them.

"I love you."

Your eyes widened with horror as James' rounded at that as well, turning to look at you in surprise.

You had mentioned many times how much you loved him but what caught James off guard this time was the way you spoke the words, the emotion behind them indicating a whole other meaning, a confession of you being in love with him.

"What?" He breathed out.

You sighed, knowing it was useless to deny it.

"I am in love with you, James."

"No." James uttered out in horror, taking a step back, causing a crack to form in your heart. "You can't be in love with me. I-I only love Lily."

Despite knowing the truth, your heart still shattered at the words that passed his lips, your eyes brimming up with tears.

Why had you even dared to hope he may reciprocate your feelings?

"I love Lily, Y/n. I could never love you." He said, as the tears slid down your cheeks. "I'm sorry." And with that James spun on his heels and hurried away, leaving you to stare after him, utterly heartbroken.

You had destroyed your own relationship with James, severing off the threads that had bonded the two of you together since forever.

You angrily wiped your face.

Why did every force in the universe always have to work against you?

The two of you haven't spoken since. James seethed as he watched Rosier pull you closer, but what really ticked him off was that your gaze had connected with his, and he knew that you knew what James was really feeling as you observed his very red face, before you inched your face closer to the Slytherin's.

That was the final straw for James Potter.

He immediately took a step in your direction but a hand latched onto his arm, rooting him to the spot.

"Mate, calm down."

James' furious gaze flickered to see who had dared to stop him, his eyes finding the silvery grey irises of his best friend.

Sirius knew exactly what had transpired, all the Marauders did. After all, you had been a fifth of their group, and your absence had impacted them all.

"Prongs, you need to calm down." Sirius instructed again, carefully analyzing James' facial expression.

This only angered the young Potter.

"Stay out of this, Black." He spat out and shrugged off Sirius' hand, ignoring his friend's protests.

James strutted over to you with nothing but fury and jealousy blinding him. When he reached you and Rosier, he shoved the Slytherin back, who shot the Gryffindor a death glare, grabbed your wrist and dragged you through the crowd of bustling and dancing teenagers, ignoring your protests. He finally dropped his hand from you when the two of you were in the silent corridor outside the Gryffndor common room.

You glared at James, who was staring back at you intensely, his jaw clenched.

"What the fuck, Potter?!" You yelled.

"What the fuck were you doing with that Rosier?! You were doing it on purpose!" James retorted back, silencing you for a mere moment before your face hardened.

"I can do whatever the hell I want, Potter, you have absolutely no right over my life!" You screamed at him, throwing your hands up in anger. "You told me you don't love me, you pushed me away, so how in the world do you get to decide what I can do and whom I can be with?! Why does it bother you so much?!" You shrieked at him.

However the next second, your back was pressed against the cold stone wall as James closed the distance between the two of you, caging you in his arms as his lips pressed to yours. You tried to resist, knowing this wouldn't end well, but the feel of him on you ignited a fire that yearned for more and your hands slithered to lock behind his neck, as you both poured out all your emotions into the kiss.

When the need for oxygen became great, the two of you pulled away, James placing his forehead against yours, as the both of you panted.

"This isn't fair to me, James." You breathed out, your eyes brimming once again. "You can't say you want Lily but then not let me live my life either." A tear slid down your cheek as your voice became heavy with emotion.

James lifted his head back, raising his hand to softly brush away your tears, placing a kiss on both of your cheeks before he peered into your y/e/c eyes, his gaze so intense that it seemed he was looking right into your soul.

"I am so sorry, love. I was wrong. I kept telling myself that it's Lily, but," He shook his head rather vigorously, "I've missed you more than ever since that day. My heart keeps calling out to you and I tried to push it down, but seeing you with another made me fully realize that there is no one else I would rather have than you." He confessed, placing his hand on your cheek, relishing in the way you leaned into his touch.

He continued, whilst lovingly caressing your cheek.

"My life is colorless and dull without you, y/n/n. I want you, darling. I... I love you." James uttered out, watching your face flood with astonishment, noticing the way you had stilled in his hold. Knowing he couldn't lose your attention, he went on, "I know I was an absolute jerk to you that day and today, but I promise you my love, if you give me the chance, I will spend the rest of my life, spend each day proving to you how much I really do care for you." James professed, his heart pounding heavily as he awaited your response.

You stared at him in complete shock, eyes round, making James afraid that he had truly lost you for good. However, a rush of relief flooded James' body when your beautiful lips slowly curved up into a tiny smile.

"I'll give you one chance, Jamie, just one."

The biggest smile you had ever seen graced James' face at your answer, and he cupped both your cheeks, "Thank you! Thank you!" He lifted you off the floor, spinning you around before he gracefully set you back on your feet, his arms going to settle around your waist. "I promise you that you will not regret this, darling."

And James Potter lived up to his promise, as each day after that, he made sure to show you how much he truly did love you, and Merlin were you above the clouds to have landed the man of your dreams, disbelief still clawing at you from time to time that James Potter loved you back just as much as you loved him.

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

[minryll]

AU where Xie Lian reunites with Wu Ming after his dispersal and they go on little adventures while Xie Lian helps him look for his beloved

[loneleeghost]

ok so... i have this headcanon...

[lnmei]

Here’s a bit of a departure from my usual art posting but I’d like to get the word out about my dear friend Edrian and his friend Angeles’s endurance performance and hunger strike for a free Palestine in Los Angeles starting today, June 17th. (More info on Edrian’s Instagram and at venerations.cargo.site)

Edrian will begin cutting out paper dolls and ribbons to reach 35,647 of each, reflecting the reported death toll of Palestinians killed by Israel’s genocide in Gaza since Oct. 7th. He will not move from the venue until he is done and do nothing aside from cutting with few exceptions made for his own physical and economic survival. In addition to that and to represent a microcosm of the suffering in Gaza and Palestine, he will be on HUNGER STRIKE until he finishes. It’s an impossible task to do alone before starving so audience participation is essential. I’m spreading the word to ask for support through participation!

You can participate in a number of ways (more detailed instructions here):

Spread the word. Word of mouth and social media sharing are crucial as this performance is being promoted pretty exclusively via word of mouth.

Donate money to Palestinian aid funds! Certain high donation amounts can help Edrian continue his endurance performance by allowing him to engage in life-giving activities like showering or socializing with a loved one, and reaching the 100k total goal allows him to end his hunger strike.

If you live in and around Los Angeles, visit the venue (800 Date Ave, Alhambra, CA 91803) There you can help him cut and show your support. ***The performance is on the second floor of the venue and there is no elevator so it is not accessible except by stairs :(

If you don’t live near LA, you can cut paper dolls and mail them to the venue address to count towards the total. (printable templates here) This is what I will be doing. It’s easy to do with any spare time you’re not using your hands. I recommend mailing them in small batches if possible to get them in on time and reduce the risk of losing mail. I also recommend including info about the count of paper dolls in each parcel (for example include a note telling the total number of paper dolls) Every small amount counts!

If you are an Art Center College of Design student or alumni, sign the petition to pressure Art Center to divest from Israel! Art Center has refused to host Edrian and Angeles for their performance, torn down their posters promoting it, and in general refused to take a stance against Israel’s genocide. As artists and human beings we must resist genocide and refuse to support institutions that side against the people.

He is also live-streaming his performance and documenting progress if you would like to show support just by being present.

If you’ve never participated in a political performance before now’s a great chance, any little bit counts! I appreciate any time or effort you take to read this, support my friends, and work towards a free Palestine! ♥️🇵🇸