#i love them i swear

[the-darkestminds]

@chunkypossum

[nereevio]

- Spirited -

As @electricdecades once requested, I read Particles & Waves on ao3 and I loved it 🥹 might’ve pussied out halfway cuz it made me so sad (ofc i went back for it) but there you go, I couldn’t not draw them!

[soullessseraphim]

"but they're a demon, they don't need to sleep or anyth-"

SHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh............

quiet. and accept my sleepy Valdemar.

[juanasfanart]

just realized that theyre like the characters from that one aimkid animation so i make this

[cerezasefimeras]

Im sooo deep into the idea of toxic dynamics between the haitanis, like yeah I love soft cute hcs about them but the idea of them having a toxic codependency due of shared trauma leading to a really toxic bond between them...

Maybe I'll do some hcs or a one-shot about my ideas of this dynamic.

[mania-sama]

neil josten, who, for most of his life, never owned more than what he could fit in his duffel bag. he never carried anything that wasn't essential to his survival - his binder keeping track of the famous exy prodigies included. he never lugged more than his weight, and he never stayed anywhere long enough to obtain sentiments.

neil josten, who directs matt and dan to his living room. they are hauling in a tree into his and andrew's apartment. their friends got stuck with the job because nicky demanded they get a tree, but the little pines and needles rubbed against neil's scars uncomfortably, and andrew claims he didn't want the tree in the first place so he resolutely refused to any manual labor. nicky quickly left for germany, and the rest of their friends were either unavailable or whined too much about the work (kevin).

he walks up to the tree - a real one, with the scent of pine and warmth and christmas overflowing the apartment - and hangs an ornament. it's a useless, metal thing that he'd carried around for half a year. he purchased it when the olympic team played in rio de janeiro and kevin forced him and their merry band of friends to go touring around the city when they got the chance.

he hangs another ornament, a little orange paw to represent palmetto state university. he doesn't live in south carolina anymore, but he'd collected it as a reminder of the university that flipped his world upside down. andrew hangs another one beside it, and although he claims to be scrooge and hate all things merry, he collects just as much, if not more, ornaments than neil, and he makes hot chocolate for the two of them. with marshmallows and cinnamon sprinkled on top.

he runs into an unanticipated problem with the cats. or, well, just one - sir (short for sir fat cat mccatterson) seems to love the ornaments. it is a fight every single day to prevent him from climbing the tree and breaking everything they own - all christmas decorations included.

neil josten, who knows that ornaments are stupid, completely useless, and non-essential items to survival. it burns money that he could use as passage tickets, obtain new identities and new passports, and for temporary food, clothes, and shelter. but he lives in a warm brownstone in brooklyn with two cats and a boyfriend who burns nutmeg-scented candles to enrich the air with christmas spirit (though he will never admit to such intentions). but when he's done, and he steps back to admire the christmas tree that lacks lights but does not lack ornaments, he find he doesn't mind. he doesn't mind that he owns more clothes and shoes than he knows what to do with, that he's bought and made ornaments that he doesn't really remember the purpose of, or that, for once, he doesn't feel any desire or need to run.

he's content where he is, with more than he could ever fit in a duffel bag. he has a life.

the tree glitters with all his happiness and life.

[kitti-lee]

More angst! Hehehe 😈

(This ended up kinda dialogue heavy so I’ll put the text under the cut)

-What were you THINKING!? Getting into a fight with my boss, of all people!?

-He treats you like shit, Angel. He deserved it.

-I don’t need you to protect me! I can deal with him myself!

- I know, but you shouldn’t have to... Ever think that some of us look out for you because we care about you?

-….

-...at least let me patch you up

[tiringwritings]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Additional Tags: Messing Around, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Pining, Jealousy, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Kinda?, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Hurt Evan "Buck" Buckley, He’s suffering a little bit, Evan "Buck" Buckley Needs A Hug, and therapy, Semi-Public Sex, Car Sex, sub dropping, Always discuss color coding guys!!!, No Beta We Die Like Soldiers, Evan "Buck" Buckley Has a Praise Kink, Evan "Buck" Buckley Has Abandonment Issues, Eddie Diaz Takes Care of Evan "Buck" Buckley Summary:

Buck really, really thought he had Eddie Diaz figured out—calm, collected, always in control. But when Eddie takes control in ways Buck didn’t expect, it left him unraveling at the seams.

[pseudowho]

what are your kids being for Halloween!? Are they excited? 😊 🎃

Little dickheads probably Erm not sure yet, probably superheroes, Halloween isn't as big in the UK as it is in the US, trick or treating is contrary to most British sensibilities, I find. There's been a massive corporate push to try to make Halloween A Big Thing™️ in the UK for the past decade, and people aren't biting!

But, I usually make shortbread or gingerbread men, and we make them into scary things.

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[kamiraaah]

The different dorms are finally coming together and getting along… all in the name of trying to keep their older family members out of trouble and also to keep them from adding more to their ranks.

The dorms that are not represented yet are sweating.

Azul lives in fear of the day his grandmother somehow hears about the group and comes up to the surface to join in probably without legal permission, Jamil is working overtime making sure Kalim doesn’t tell his parents about it and also dreading if his parents/grandparents happens to hear, and Idia has his room shut down in “apocalypse mode” because he just KNOWS his mother is going to learn about this and she WILL COME ORTHO NO I’M NOT BEING PARANOID AND DRAMATIC LEAVE ME ALONE EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE-

Dorm unity but at what cost? 🤣

If you can’t tell I love your art lol 💜

It's good that they make the most of their moments of peace……… BECAUSE SOON, THAT WILL CHANGE~

their families will meet, and soon their beautiful moments of tranquility will end!!

I just need time to make it happen, and for artblock to not stop me from drawing them... BUT IT WILL HAPPEN!!!

SADBHSABDHASD Thank you so much 🥰 💞

[theflann]

Behold! part 2 of my turtle tots thingy! poor donnie!

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[gaysforbyler]

Haven’t answered asks in literal months, my bad I’m depressed

[yiasukink]

It's okay Caitlyn, maybe you can rest now knowing that you save her one last time

[thatuselesshuman]

Me: "So yeah there's these two assholes in my WIP and they're totally gay for eachother-"

My friend: "Didn't you just mention that there are no romantic relationships in the book??"

Me: "..... Yea"

My friend: "But you ship them???"

Me: "Yeah so?"

My friend: "Aren't you the author? Can't you make them get together?"

Me: "I am merely the scribe. These gays do their own thing and I scramble to write it down."

[clownery-and-fuckery]

So.. modern au's

"Can we not do this right now?" Hunter practically hissed, giving Crosshair a pointed look across the table. "This isn't a good time."

Crosshair scoffed. "It's never a good time, is it?" His voice was loud, and it was getting the attention of the others at the long table they were sat at.

Cody looked over from the head of the table, apprehension clear in his smile as he raised an eyebrow. Hunter nodded stiffly, and Crosshair leaned forward.

"When are we going to talk about it, Hunter?" He asked, glaring. The eldest gave him a sharp look of disapproval. "Or are we going to ignore it, like we ignore every other problem you've caused?"

Crosshair's voice had risen. Tech glanced up from his phone, sharing a concerned glance with Echo across the table. "What's going on?" Omega asked from beside Wrecker. The larger brother shrugged, a small frown on his face.

"Cross." Hunter's glare softened into something more pleading. "Please not here."

"I'm sick of waiting!" Hunter grunted when the table jolted. Crosshair stood, glaring daggers at his older brother. The restaurant went quiet, eyes on the two brothers.

"Uh-oh.." Wrecker's voice was small, already moving to remove his younger sister from the table. Echo shot a look to Cody and Rex, who were moving to stand. Tech gripped his phone at his lap, glancing between Crosshair and Hunter.

"Every choice you've made since we were kids has been wrong." Crosshair snapped, pointing a finger toward Hunter. "And you can't even admit to it."

"I'm serious, Crosshair." The eldest stood now, too, leveling him with a glare. "Sit down. We'll talk about it later, not when we're in the middle of a restaurant, with the others and with Ome—"

"Omega!" Crosshair huffed a laugh, entirely fake sounding. "Of course, turn around and forget about us again for her, why don't you?"

Omega jumped, looking hurt as she turned to Wrecker. He was quick to assure her, taking her hand and standing, trying to subtly move out of the near silent restaurant. Hunter looked startled, blinking in surprise.

"I haven't forgotten you–" Hunter said. "Yes, you have!" Crosshair yelled, slamming his hands down on the table.

Tech flinched. Rex caught his arm, shooting a reassuring smile his way before turning back towards the other two. "Lads," Rex snapped. "Take this outside." He gave Hunter a pointed look, still holding Tech's arm.

Hunter sighed, nodding. Crosshair barely glanced his way, before he rounded back on Hunter. "Ever since you picked her up, you've given her everything you promised us."

The tension couldn't be thicker. Echo swallowed, glancing toward Tech. He pushed his glasses up higher, pressing them tight against his nose. "That's enough, Crosshair." Hunter snapped. "I understand you're angry at me—"

"Angry?" Crosshair asked, shaking his head. "I'm beyond angry, Hunter." The eldest sighed, hardly noticing the quiet of the surrounding tables anymore. "You're the only one who is." He said, giving Crosshair a look. "Why?"

Crosshair pointed across the table to his younger brother, who startled. "I'm angry for them. For the family you've chosen to forget."

Tech glanced around as eyes pinned him in place. Hunter froze. "I have not-" Hunter said. "–ignored them. I did everything I could—"

"Everything you could?!" Crosshair's voice rose, and Echo winced, moving to stand now, as well. "Is that what you think that was?!" Crosshair almost laughed.

"First, you had us all drafted in the military," Crosshair held up his wrist, showing an ugly scar. "And you dragged us from one suicide mission to the next." Crosshair gestured to Echo, who glared slightly before turning his head away, facing the table.

Hunter jumped when Crosshair hit the table again. "Cross!" Cody snapped this time, catching a glass that toppled over. Crosshair ignored him. "Let's not forget Wrecker blowing up, and you turning around and letting him fight some more. Like that was a good idea." He rolled his eyes as he spoke.

Hunter tensed. "Oh, and let's just gloss over–" Crosshair was getting hysterical, blindsided by a deep, festering anger he couldn't shake as he glared at his older brother across from him.

"–let's just gloss over how you had us leave our younger brother in a lab with the woman who abused us for years, and how you pretend not to notice the damage!"

As soon as the words flew out of his mouth, reality slammed back into him like the table had slammed into his gut. Crosshair's mouth snapped shut, eyes widening as he finally seemed to remember where he was.

Hunter's eyes were wide, and looking furious as he stared at his brother. Crosshair's eyes scanned the stunned restaurant, his gaze settling on his brother's at the end of the table.

No one at the table knew about that. Crosshair was the only one, until now. Now that he had blabbered the secret for an entire restaurant to hear. Tech stared at him, almost horrified as the words sank into the group.

Echo stared, unsure whether to look at Crosshair or their younger brother. "Tech–" He started, prosthetic hand reaching across the table. Tech jerked back, chair clattering to the floor as he stood quickly.

Tech himself looked startled by his reaction. He seemed to freeze up, looking around with glazed eyes. His eyes met Hunter's, and he took a shuddering breath. There was a bear of silence, then Tech seemed to remember himself.

"Excuse me." He croaked hoarsely, turning and walking away, shoving the door open as he escaped out of the restaurant.

Cody stood to follow him, but Echo clamped a hand on his shoulder. "Wrecker's got him," He assured Cody. "Don't worry about it."

Cody smothered a sigh, nodding. Echo was right, his attention should be on the eldest brother, who looked about ready to swing at Crosshair.

Rex was already pulling out a taser.

[theknifeclown]

Some Peepaw Bumbles and Gordy for the soul?