#i promise it'll be worth it

[everypanelofizuku]

Chapter 61 - The Worst Combo

[march32nd]

SPEAKIGN OF NOTES AND ESSAYS!!!!! here are my notes on season 3 of community :3

(lmk if you want to be tagged in further epic harper content drops like this one)

[aguamarinee]

Planning this Maki oneshot, wow, it always surprises me how simple the plot seems in my head, and how long I am able to stretch it unintentionally while I write lol

[waveoftheocean]

day after tomorrow

(whee finally posting the finished version of this piece! i originally designed it for a cd charm where you can rotate wolfwood like the gif but then i figured there should be a still version too where you can pretend everything is happy and nothing hurts :))

[surely-sims]

I’m probably going to end up leaving the Simblreen Event up and playable til actual halloween. I’m still coding it and writing up all the quests and hoo boy does ya girl need sleep. 😵‍💫

[demaparbat-hp]

For the Spirits— Chapter X: Following Your Form

Read here!

Dragging along

Following your form

Hung like the pelt

Of some prey you had worn

—Shrike by Hozier

.

She had the shape of a tempest.

The Wolf was a shattered breeze of wind that coursed up and down his spine, leaving him breathless. Eye contact, blue on gold, and Zuko was gone. Gone, gone, gone, as if he was a drop of blood marring the otherwise pure white fur of a Goddess of the Hunt.

She stared him down like he wasn't even worth the appraisal a proper prey deserved. She would not hunt him. She would not chase him. She would not fear him.

Zuko was nothing but a footprint left behind by the Wolf.

[problemnyatic]

Look, no matter how you cut it, if you don't take those terrifying steps forward, you'll stay right here.

[tenderhooked]

... a number of sentences sunday!

from the touch-starved river dissertation i've been working on, ft. him and lamb slowly and painfully realizing they're Literally father and son:

“But—” The absolute jackass that decided to take a bullet meant for our boss. River’s ribs constrict, closing hard around his lungs. He keeps staring out through the windscreen. The pale smudge of blue sky. The sun already half-gone. He can’t look at Lamb. If he looks at Lamb, that’s it, it’s over, he’s done and finished and never coming back. Because if he looks at Lamb, he won’t be able to stop himself from breaking into a sob, and that’s the one thing he knows with absolute certainty that he mustn’t do. “Sir, I don’t understand—” “Don’t fucking sir me,” Lamb spits, and River stiffens. Spine straight. Eyes forward. Perfect little soldier. “Before you turned up on the doorstep, do you know how many agents I had to carpool from hospital, or—or, or, here’s a tricky one, how many of them bled out in the street alone because their colleague couldn’t get it through his thick skull that unless he’s behind a desk the rest of his days he’ll keep getting them killed? Zero, Cartwright. Fucking zero.”

[mightytato]

okay so like, missed my 10:30 quota i set for myself lmfao, so now it's the end of the world for me lololol anyway-

have a young might infatuated by a tiny flowr🌼

[siyaazu]

Redraw 3/3 (2024->2019)

[bvlvnhan]

I am way too lazy to make icons but but but I do like the fc I chose for caio because he is just... so pretty

He doesn't have the scars on his face and, as one would expect, he doesn't smoke. But the expressions are on point. And that's exactly how he puts his hair up.

[themissingnumbers]

[i will probably delete this later but for other pokepasta blogs hanging around, i (starry) am making interactions open with my currently available characters (ace, fire, glitchy, and leaf sorry blue/mike/steven fans) open for other ask/rp blog's muses/characters.

these will be non-canon, but that also means that even while the main story's on hiatus, i'm open to receiving and answering these in the meantime! ive been seeing other blog interactions circle in the pokepasta ask/rp blog sphere a fair bit more lately and it seems like a lot of fun, esp now that we know what we're doing with mn a bit better. i am also planning/hoping to send a few out to other blogs as well ^^

i'll tag these posts as "mn noncanon" for sorting or filtering purposes. i dont rly have any rules i'll lay down other than like... specify if your muse is interacting with them Physically or via the Drones for the cam crew]

[sjweminem]

sometimes i google "scott patterson young" just to maybe have a fun cool time but i always end up getting my dick exploded of my body

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

Ghostly's Mini Leverage Crack Vid 13/?

[puellaphantasia]

At the end of the first chapter of Jackie Chan Adventures ↺ Uncle casts a spell to get in contact with seven mysterious figures.

Who could they be...?

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Wooohooo wip wednesday!!!🍾 Could I get some arsonist neil? (I hope they sort out everything this week bc I can’t handle the angst for long😂)

WIP Wednesday (4/3) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 130)

For the rest of the evening, Andrew merely sits around. Until he gets hungry again. Then he devours half a package of Oreos before going to bed early. He lies there, thinking about 10 and replaying their entire text conversation in his head over and over in his mind. He shouldn’t have told 10 to leave him alone, but he doesn’t deserve to be ignored. Does he?

Andrew dreams of fire that night. A huge, roaring blaze in the woods. A campfire out of control. But there’s no one else around.

No one at all. 

—

When Andrew arrives at the station on Wednesday morning, he’s surprised to find Boyd standing on a step ladder outside of the bay doors trying to hang up a banner of some sort. Andrew takes a step back to look up at it, perturbed. It reads, ‘Welcome kids!’ with fanciful rainbow lettering and cutesy smiley faces. Renee’s work no doubt.

“What is this?” Andrew asks, startling Matt so bad he nearly tumbles off his stool. He grabs for the edge of the building to steady himself before turning to look at Andrew, free hand over his heart.

“Oh shit, man. You almost killed me,” he says, winded. Then he finally gets the banner hung up— just crooked enough to get on Andrew’s nerves.

“What is this?” Andrew repeats. “Which kids are we welcoming?”

“Uh… I’m just in charge of hanging this up,” Matt says, holding up his hands like Andrew’s got a gun on him. “Talk to Renee.”

He was right.

“Walker,” Andrew says, stomping upstairs to the firefighters’ home away from home. He steps into their faux little living room. “Renee?”

She pops in from the kitchen with a smile on her face. “Hey, Andrew. Did you call me?”

She knows he did. Andrew points at her. “What kids are coming here?” 

“A group of third graders.”

“Allow me another query,” Andrew says slowly. “Why are they coming here?”

“One of my church friends asked if we could give her class a tour. I talked to Wymack and Dan about it and they thought it was a good idea."