#i miss this fella

[eldritchcryptids]

There’s a strange man who recently appeared in town. He doesn’t speak to his neighbours, he keeps to himself and no one knows him. After work, he goes to the local park to smoke. He sits at a bench by himself, typically staring off into the tree line. He never gets too close to the actual woods, never goes on any of the hiking trails, he opts to stay out in the open.

He’s a seemingly completely unremarkable man, but there’s…something mysterious about him. Something off. His eyes hold a tremendous amount of pain behind them. But no one will ever know what happened, because he can’t risk getting that close to anyone. Never again.

[savage-rhi]

YouTube Video: 10 minutes of great acting by Alan Rickman

Alternative title: Me falling in love with Alan Rickman for 10 minutes

[favoure]

"do the opposite of what people tell you to do"

[ao-xingyume1987]

( x )

[toorurii]

Seasons Greetings 😈 🩸

[syoddeye]

thinking about soap who can’t charm folks like price, or make them laugh like gaz or simon. he isn’t even sure that brand of company is what he’s in the mood for, anyway. besides, he’s too impatient. he wants to skip to the fun part, where his heart’s racing and blood’s pumping. and when someone catches his eye, he doesn’t give a shit if they’re alone or not.

the moment the seat beside you opens, he bulldozes his way through the crowd to take it. no clever line, no gentle request. it’s a miracle he remembers to smile. he’s halfway off the seat, slinging his arm around the back of yours, leaning in to catch your scent.

he doesn’t ask your name or what you’re drinking. doesn’t ask if the fella in the spot before him was a friend or a boyfriend.

“who’s yer friend? can he fight?”

[smolestboop]

Bagginses!

[bamsara]

was anyone going to tell me there are fanlore pages about me and my works or did i have to find that out by myself when i tried searching for one of my tumblr posts in a google search bar

edit: i just read through the solar lunacy one and some of the details on there are just kind of....wrong. lmao

edit: there's one for my iz fics??

[wwillywonka]

working on my style

[kogglyuffs]

devsis keeps adding jesters thats so AWESOME

[eggo8]

he keeps falling oversdfghjkjhgfdsdfghj

[birdies-aus]

aahh brrrr my hand started hurting when i was doing the line art for this so its very rushed bc i didnt wanna wait to finish it later or soemthinf

but !!! foxies gotten me in a lil dadflash mood now so have some father son hugs from my little mermaid au ..

[savage-rhi]

YouTube Video: 10 minutes of great acting by Alan Rickman

Alternative title: Me falling in love with Alan Rickman for 10 minutes

[overtake]

This is a super short (550-ish words) snippet from the maxiel hockey au I got 30k into before life got in the way. I’ll probably never finish it, so have this random scene. For context, Daniel is staying at Max’s home because he has an ankle injury and the only bedroom at his own place had stairs.

Daniel hears Max before he sees him. Based on the frantic pounding down the stairs, you’d think Max was being chased by a fucking murderer.

“Daniel,” the shadowy figure in Daniel’s doorframe says in a shaky, frantic voice. Daniel hasn’t kept his door shut since the cats first started scratching at it and demanding to be let in, and he briefly wonders in the recesses of his sleep-addled mind if Max has ever Edward from Twilighted him and just watched him sleep.

“Hmmph?” Daniel manages. His brain is thick and sluggish through the foggy, sleep haze surrounding it. He tries to prop himself up on one elbow and immediately fails.

“There’s a spider in my room,” Max hisses, as if he’s scared the spider might somehow hear him and immediately attack. “Can you come kill it?”

“I am not walking up stairs right now,” Daniel groans. It was a brutal PT session, and he spent half his afternoon with his ankle wrapped in ice and elevated. Plus, he’s not exactly fond of spiders either.

“I can’t sleep in there,” Max says, and Daniel wants so badly to make fun of him, but there’s an edge of real panic in his voice. Also, Daniel is even more scared of far more embarrassing shit, so he’d never win.

“Stay in here,” Daniel says, reaching an arm behind him to flop at the empty space. “Plenty of room.”

Max only hesitates for a second before crawling in. “Are you sure?” he asks, like he isn’t already sticking his cold toes against Daniel for warmth.

“The terrors will probably kill the spider by morning for us,” Daniel says, letting his head drop back onto his pillow.

“Jimmy and Sassy are not terrors. It’s not nice how you talk about them,” Max says primly as a crash echoes from somewhere upstairs. Daniel doesn’t dignify him with a response.

He feels Max’s weight settle behind him, and a hand reaches out as his eyes drift back shut and lightly caresses his exposed shoulder. “Thank you, Daniel.”

In the morning, Daniel wakes up to find Max curled in a ball around a pillow he somehow stole from under Daniel’s head, quietly letting out cute little snores. Sassy is lying content on the floor nearby with half a dead spider dangling out her mouth.

“That’s your problem to collect and throw away,” he tells a sleeping Max. He’s got freckles on his shoulders, Daniel notices, a whole constellation of them decorating the broad, pale canvas.

He fights the urge to trace the space between them and instead collects Max’s morning Red Bull from the fridge. He leaves it to drip condensation on the bedside table closest to Max’s pillow-creased face, next to a little note that Daniel is out for his morning walk.

Max texts him twenty minutes in to his stroll.

Max Verstappen: thanks for the red bull. okay if i stay again if we don’t find the spider? It was huge.

Daniel gnaws at his cuticle, contemplating his response for half a second. It’s not like he has proof that spider was the one Max saw. Sassy probably got rid of the evidence, so he can’t ask. He doesn’t want to make Max sleep in a room that makes him anxious.

Daniel Ricciardo: Of course. Better to be safe. That spider could be deadly.

Max Verstappen: Need your Australian powers to scare it off

Daniel Ricciardo: 🤺🤺🤺

When he opens the kitchen bin later that day, he sees the body of the spider sitting on the top.

“Crazy girl. You learned how to open the bin,” he coos to Sassy, aiming for a head scratch she runs away from and pretending he doesn��t see the very human tissue wrapped around the remains.

[gay-ppl-real]

If this seems familiar it's because it is! This interaction is based off of this one, straight from @partycoffin themself (i.e. almost taken word for word LMFAO)

Alternate ending

[jojo-schmo]

Gossipy old men