#i was going to SCREAMMM

[undercoverangell]

feeling very normal about what the morning of odysseus’s departure wouldve been like emotionally for penelope

[luminique]

Lighter when reader is sick/has a cold/etc he has to be a hot fucking mess

OH HES ALL OVER YOU WHEN YOURE SICK !! the moment you’ve got a cold, he’s immediately telling the girls that he is out of commission. he wants to take care of you but like lowkey. he’s buying medicine, he’s getting food, he’s making sure that you’re not overexerting yourself.

but he’s also getting bothered by the fact that you’re calling out to him with a red flush on your face due to the sickness. you’d think he would be pushed away by how rough your voice sounds but no, it’s actually a little conflicting to him. something deep within him wants to be all cuddly with you but he’d tell himself that he’ll catch a cold and who will take care of you if he’s sick too?

you’re more than capable to take care of yourself but having you depend on him like this, even if its only for a short moment, has him melting completely. he’d pretend to be a little distant (because he can’t show that he’s worried) but he’s always looking out for you. coughing ? he’s getting water. sniffling ? he’s grabbing tissues. too hot ? he’s ready with a wet towel.

once he’s done taking care of you for the day, the girls are definitely there to tease him about it and all he does is push his shades up a bit more. he cares so so much but that’s not a good look for his cool and mysterious personality. either way, he promised to take care of you until you get better, so he’ll be back in the morning to check on you again as usual. it’s all too obvious when in the next few days, he’s the one sniffling and sneezing instead.

[kerizaret]

Two eeper. Mirmir, even

Or three..?

[madame-mongoose]

I needed to draw better more polished art of my ocs so people actually ask me about them. I'm going fucnkijng CRAZY and I just want to talk to people about them and show them off like they're my honors student kid

[okruchlodu]

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Furiously walking off and down the dark, emptied hallways, needing to put as much distance between her and everything that had just transpired, Yennefer tore open the door to the chambers that she had come to call hers over the years, then furiously banged it shut behind her. Frantic, erratic breaths were parting her lips as she pressed her back to the door, eyes falling shut as she desperately tried to regain her self-composure. It was difficult to process the sheer magnitude of everything this night had granted upon her— seeing him again, safe and alive, the heat of her fury, her anger, her hopeless, desolate longing; the kiss. She gasped, eyes flying open. Truthfully, she was only just coming down from running on naught more but pure adrenaline and shock.  Everything began to hit her at once, and the tightness in her chest felt like the weight of it all was pressing down upon her, choking the very breath from her lungs.  

Screaming in anger, a breathless, furious sound, she palmed at her head as she pushed herself off the door, pacing up and down the length of the room. Waves of desperate, frantic energy were spilling off of her very core, choking the air around her, suffocating, as reality violently sank in. Screaming furiously, the sorceress felt herself, half in a daze, tremble, felt her hands ache, and with an abrupt pang of anger swelling in her chest, she swept everything set upon her vanity off it and onto the floor in a frenzy, a bottle of her perfume breaking into a million pieces at her feet. The mirror of her vanity cracked in half with a thunderous snap from the force of her emotions that thrummed in the air all around her, snapping her out of the fog of her fury.

Her mind was afire, a blur of nonsensical, frenzied thoughts, of fear and regret; of the feral, wild desire that burned in her veins, rendering her completely powerless.

Bracing her hands against the table set before her now broken mirror, she took deep, slow breaths, trying to muster her self-control. She refused to yield to her emotions as though she was naught more than some weakling, prey to her every whim and feeling. She had nothing to answer for; her explosive anger, her cold, dark fury, her furious want for him; it was all hers and hers alone to command to her liking. She had nothing to regret, not one thing to apologize for — lest of all, to someone as insignificant to her as Lambert. He knew nothing of what this meant to her: to see Eskel again, after such long a time without a word... To know he is alive; safe. To know that the child, too, is safely hidden away where the Association could not touch her... It meant more to her that anyone could ever understand. No. She could not regret a thing.

Exhaling sharply, she moved to the window, feeling her hands nervously tremble as she reached for the obsidian star hung about her slim throat, breathing a little less frantically now as she slowly strained to recover herself. She would not leave this room tonight; she couldn't. The very thought of seeing Lambert and the pathetic little witch ever hanging off his arm like some trophy, gawking at her and Eskel, as though they were a spectacle for their entertainment and vile gossip that was sure to follow, made her stomach turn and twist. She loathed the very idea of it.

It was a flood of emotions then as the hour grew later and later, and she was left in the desolate darkness, furiously blazing and battling herself, sat wide awake in her bed, flickering on and off, on and off, like a fire that never quite went out despite of the harsh winds blowing all around it. Now, she took to pacing, as though trapped in the confines of her own desire, her own feelings that she could never wholly escape, then to lying upon the furs draped over her bed, breathlessly staring at the ceiling, every last ounce of her body ignited and heatedly awake. She half expected him to come to her, but in a feverish moment of something achingly intense she could not quite put a name to, she locked her door, fearing what would happen if he came anywhere near her at her present state. She tossed and turned in her bed, burned and burned and burned with wordless longing; she was a flame, flickering: she flared up, was consumed, left her ashes behind her and when the morning came, she knew not how she had survived it, but she had. There was nothing more pathetic than a sorceress succumbing to frail, volatile emotion, she kept reminding herself, over and over again all through the night.

Yennefer took her time leaving her quarters; by the time she had emerged, swathed in her sable, black cloak and with her sharp lips excessively, perfectly accentuated with dark red lipstick so that she might mask the weariness tugging at her edges, the sun was already flaming low upon the sky.

She flowed into the common area with an air of sharp, cold detachment wreathed about her shapely shoulders like a shawl, her cold, dispassionate eyes draping their violet gaze over the room as she came to sit somewhere near Eskel. Lambert and his little witch, too, were there, of course, and she could not help to note the meaningful look that swiftly stole over his face as she strolled over with all the aloofness and powerful poise of a sorceress sure of herself. Yennefer wanted to scoff, but she did not, paying little mind to either of them. She readily returned his mocking stares, deep-red lips curling into a sneer of pure contempt as their gazes met over the table.

She came to take her place near where her witcher sat, a perfectly pleasant, if a tad cold, smile splaying over her lips as though last night's kiss was some distant, far off memory. As though her heart was not already racing inside of her breast. She defiantly ignored it, tossing masses of rippling, shining curls off her shoulders. ❝ good morning.❞ Yennefer offered curtly, despite the lateness of the hour, and reached over to help herself to whatever was in Eskel's cups, ignoring Keira's curious glances towards her, that little smile that flickered over her hideous lips—  heavens, I shall stab her with this fork! the sorceress thought furiously, sudden anger flaring inside of her, but she did not show it. Remaining perfectly composed, she rationed her violet gaze towards Eskel instead, her pulse skipping a beat in spite of herself as their gazes met. ❝ it is terribly cold in here...❞ she remarked, despite the obvious flush staining the high apples of her cheeks. ❝ and you ought to have woken me.❞ Yennefer scolded, violet eyes shimmering in the late morning light filtering dustily through the slats of the closed windows— never mind that her door had remained locked and barred; never mind that she had not asked it of him, either. ( Never mind that she had awoken, flushed and restless, hours before finally abandoning her rooms.)

@wanderingwolfwitcher

[maiteo]

the monkey gif??😭 where do you even find these

they find ME❤️

[tsukuhoe]

GHOSTFACE!JJK FICS

i live 4 the scream movies & and luv the ghostface x jjk fics! heres a list of the ones i’ve found ^.^ this'll be updated as i hunt for more lol! mdni, nsfw included

gojo maybe you're too weak for us - suguruspit final girl (gone wild) - c0pkiller hide, doll - chiibi-chan you wanted this, right? - selfishdoll ima make u scream - kurooh ghostface - simplygojo call me - dietcokegirly12 i wonder who's watching me now - soft-zawa-png

geto so, you got a boyfriend- slttygeto maybe you're too weak for us - suguruspit i want to hear you screammm - luvsupaoh oh, you wanna play psycho killer - sugurubabe i just wanna hear you (s)creammm - screampied bimbofication - cu7ie you wanted this, right? - selfishdoll ghostface - simplygojo ima make u scream - kurooh call me - dietcokegirly12

nanami i just wanna hear you (s)creammm - screampied

choso ghostface!choso hcs - vmpiires wanna see what your insides look like - pennjammin stab! - doestalker bf choso - kissingchoso monsta - tonycries

toji ghostface!toji and his little helper - namjooningera what's your favourite movie - xllizs ghostface!toji - rishiguro wanna play psycho killer - screampied

sukuna masked menace - sadistic-kiss so i know who i'm looking at - fushitoru

ino “how fun it’s going to be to fuck rip your insides out” - gojoscinnamonroll

misc/etc no, please don't kill me mr. ghostface, i wanna be in the squeal! - bakugoshotwife asking them to chase you with a ghost face costume on (smau) - nanaslutt wear this for me (smau) - obsessedblerd masked (interactive) - webism

[hoedameron]

tonight is the night

[abasketofnothing]

NIELSSSS YOUUUUUUU NIELSSSS HES BEEN HINTING AT THE NEW MCC SINGLE WITH HIS INSTA STORIES HASNT HE AHHHHHHH

[allyriadayne]

There's something about maekar naming most of his children after other targs while baelor gave his own names free of any burden. something something maekar wanting glory and recognition through them something something baelor gifting autonomy to his sons under his own legacy. And in valarr's case it's interesting because he's free of an overbearing father like maekar but being baelor's son is such a heavy weight too. he's a mediocre knight, he wont be dunk's champion..... maekar saying when there's a drought and valarr's king, the smallfolk will wish for baelor and blame him.

Of course, this IS maekar projecting (fork spotted in kitchen etc) but it'd be true if valarr had ever become king. how noble baelor was, how honorable, how brave, how good. and these would be enough for someone to resent him (maekar!) but valarr kept participating in tourneys to try and become his father. and when I think about baelor just accepting nothing is ever going to change, accepting maekar's unfair stubbornness and valarr's indifference I want to screammm. he must be the good he wants to see in the world. and he dies.

[spcebarr]

FUCK. THE ERIDAN LOVE IS BACK.

IM GOING TO SCREAMMM I HATE THIS FISH BOY

[kerizaret]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERES A WXS COSPLAYER GROUP HAVING A PERFORMANCE ON A CON THAT I CANT GO TO

[drinkabletoxicdishsoap]

For Season 2 (PLEASE GO WATCH FOPANW ON NETFLIX) I really hope we get to learn more about Hazel’s life in the suburbs. I think it would be really cool and fun to dive into. What was her life there?? What did she do in her free time there since she didn’t have fairies? What were her neighbors like? Did she have a lot of friends?? If she did have a lot of friends, what were they like? Or is it just sad where she was bullied or something like that and she was lonely? Imagine if we get a moondancer and twilight scenario with Hazel and one of her old friends (you know, where twilight didn’t come to Moondancer’s party because she was busy and then Moondancer got sad and sort of just spiraled), I think that would be sad but would be good as well. Could be also be sadder if they both were into geology too. It’s been in mind a little while 😭 OR SHE COULD VISIT WHERE SHE USED TO LIVE IN A EPISODE PLEASEE THAT WOULD BE SO FUN (probably for a summer break episode) DOES SHE EVEN TALK TO HER OLD FRIENDSS ⁉️⁉️⁉️ ANOTHER EPISODE IDEA COULD BE WHERE HER OLD FRIENDS VISIT HER

There’s so much they could dive into with the fact she lived into the suburbs. Even with just the fact that she moved in general. I really hope they don’t just drop it and leave it be. Would love to learn about Hazel and her family as well !! (ISTG IF WE DONT GET A CHRISTMAS EPISODE WITH THEM IM GONNA SCREAMMM AHAHAKALKAJAS)

If anyone has any headcanons or thoughts about this, PLEASE tell me in the reblogs or replies because I would LOVE to hear it!! 🫶

Thank you for coming to another yap session <3 I hope you have a great day/night !!

[ojbrush]

OH MY GOD I MIGHT ACTUALLY EXPLODE HOLY SHIT

Fan you should draw ermmmmm can you drawwww paintjay /nf

Yes!

they would go on dates but their dates would just end up them dealing with stuff for the hotel together

plus extra mlp paintjay because i wanted 2 draw ponies

[sedoretu]

When I say that leftists are completely unwilling to meet democrats in the middle, I don’t mean ideologically. what I mean is that people are not willing to do even the barest amount of work to find out what’s going on and why. Like they will screammm about how democrats aren’t doing enough and then it turns out they don’t even know what democrats are doing in the first place. And they will howlll about how democrats aren’t left wing enough and then it turns out they don’t even know when they are or what their positions are. And then they get mad like ‘they should have been more vocal’ when the information was there for you to read in the newspaper this whole time! Like the current crop of leftists demands not that information be available to find out, but that it be personally placed in front of them and them *specifically* because finding things out for themselves would be too hard. And then they also can’t stand when democrats fundraise

[ohmydeareshowiluvu72]

SCREAMMM❗️❗️❗️❗️

sbg x reader that has A LOT of anger issues and is goth and more anger issues then Tyler AJ Ben mixed😨🥲

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'SCREAMING AN CHANTING'

"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR SMUCHING MY MAKEUP!!" you said as you kept punching and throwing hits at Barron beside he was you're brother he has done a lot worse...YOU'RE FIRST DAY HERE AND IT'S ALREADY GOING BAD

You're makeup ruined because this dingbat decided it would be funny to mess it up because the you're stupid brother through it would be funny yeah and look where that ended up...

'YEAH KICK HIS AH-'

'YO THIS NEW STUDENT IS BEATING THE DUDE UP!'

'SOMEONE CALL THE TEACHERS! '

'LOL LMAO GOTTA SHARE THIS WITH EVERYONE! '

Screaming it angered me but I got me so...excited it made me feel powerful especially with the phantomes by my side I could kill everyone here right now the adrenaline... IT WAS AMAZING

"HAHAHAHA LOOK AT YOU NOW WORTHLESS AS EVER HAHAHAHA!!! THIS WOULD SHOW YOU A LESSON RIGHT!... SPEAK COME ONE DO IT SPEAK!!!"

You raised Barron up choking him as Barron was beaten and bruised you're black clothes had a bit of blood on them you laughed untill you senced something... No SOMEONE...

You quickly look behind you catching a hand it was tall dude brown hair and pale skin and looked like a worthy challenge you let go of Barron showing him a little mercy for being you're sibling...that was passed out by now getting helped by teachers that didn't dare go closer to you...

A group behind the brown haired boy ran up seeing what was happening everyone was in shock then on of the males in the group that had brown hair a little more longer came up at you full speed

'Pathetic..'

You caught the person hand with you're leg twisting it causing the male person to hiss in pure pain you loved the sight of people being in pure pain untill you felt a soft aura...

You let go of the two people and immediately came to the calm aura searching for it you senced aura but this aura was different more lovely more... Kinder you have never senced some aura like that...

As you shoved through the crowd the same two males followed behind you so you decided to use you're secret tactics...you're phantom... then finally you got to the aura a blond boy with glasses.. Looked like a nerd... You instantly knew he was the person with the aura...

Behind the nerdy kid was a ginger haired girl with a crazy lookin boy, a girl that looked like the boy with longer brown hair and chocolately skin

You got down on one knee because you were a whopping 6,0 tall girl and this boy was a bit... Short for you

"You're a strange one..." but before you could go any closer to the boy that was obviously scared out of his skin the ginger haired girl grabbed you by the storage with the brown haired pale dude protecting the nerdy boy

"What's you're problem..." you said sternly almost threating

"Our problem is you...you know about the Phantoms don't you..?"

"And that anger too... You sure Barron is not you're sibling?"

Now that shocked you... It was true...

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BUT HOW DID THEY KNOW⁉️