#idk man I just feel like I should tag them

[macabrebatz]

Uhm is there a chance that I could request a fic about like... how reader and Bubba Sawyer first met...?

idk how to word request my apologies

HOW YOU MET BUBBA SAWYER

Author’s Note: I could’ve sworn I wrote a “meeting Bubba Sawyer” oneshot in the past but I was wrong. So here you go! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings/tags: Gender neutral reader, you get called pretty once, original timeline TCM characters, no use of (Y/N), Bubba is shy, you get to meet Nubbins & Chop Top as well, this is just short and sweet

The Sawyers had been neighbors to your family for years. Your family lived in a small house down the street from the Sawyer’s house. You were the only other family that lived on the street for miles. Before you had even been born your parents had become good acquaintances with the family but never close enough to call them friends. When you were younger, your family would share produce grown from their garden with the family and occasionally your father would help fix a truck for them. But other than that your families barely interacted.

The Sawyers were secretive, to say the least. The only one you had officially met was Drayton, who ran the old run-down gas station in town.

You would come into the store ever so often to pick up basic things that you or your family needed. There weren’t many close stores so you often opted into going into the little station. Drayton was always pleased to see you. He was a kind old man although he seemed a bit odd. He often would mention his brothers and how he thought you should meet them.

“Bubba would like you. I know he would. He’s too shy though. Barely ever comes out of that house,” he said one day.

You leaned on the counter as he counted out your change.

“For as long as I’ve been living down the road, I’m surprised I haven’t met him yet,” you mumbled.

You had caught glimpses of the brothers over the years, usually when you were walking by. But you didn’t know which one was which and you were too shy to just go up to their house and meet them. And apparently, they were the same way.

Drayton handed you your change. You took it and your items off the counter. He picked up a copy of the local newspaper and began reading. You said your goodbyes and began to leave the store but stopped to read a flyer on the window. It was an advertisement for an annual chili cook-off. Under the entry details, it had Drayton’s name as last year’s winner.

“Chili cook-off, huh? Are you competing again?” you asked.

“Mhm,” Drayton hummed as he flipped through the newspaper.

“Well, good luck,” you said.

You opened the door but were quickly stopped by Drayton calling you back.

“You just reminded me. Did your family grow any tomatoes this year? I need some for the cook-off,” he asked.

“Oh, yeah. I can bring over some this afternoon,” you said.

“Thank you. Maybe you’ll finally get to meet some of my family,” he said.

You nodded and walked out the door. As you walked home you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. You had always wondered what the rest of the Sawyers were like and you were finally going to find out.

You headed to the garden once you got home. You filled up a small basket with tomatoes and added a few other vegetables just because.

As the sun started to set you grabbed your basket and began the short walk down the road. You could see down the long dirt driveway that Drayton was home.

You went up the stairs of the front porch and knocked on the door. Drayton opened it and ushered you in.

“Come in, come in. It ain’t much but it’s home,” he chuckled.

You could hear in a back room what sounded like arguing.

“Give me a second.”

Drayton sighed and walked towards the sound, disappearing into the house.

You stood by the stairs and looked around. The house was as you expected it to be. It was a small, two-story farmhouse. A small smile crept on your face as you wandered into the dining room and placed the basket on the table.

“Get it together. We have company,” you heard Drayton’s voice say from another room.

After a couple of minutes, Drayton appeared once more followed by two lanky men. One had dark hair and a large birthmark on his face. The other wore what you could only assume was a wig and purple sunglasses.

“These are the twins. Nubbins and Chop Top. Say hello,” Drayton ordered them.

They both grumbled short greetings. Nubbins even shook your hand. You introduced yourself and smiled at them. Neither seemed particularly happy at the moment but you brushed it aside.

“Where’s your brother?” Drayton asked Chop Top.

“I don’t know. I don’t keep up with him,” Chop Top mumbled.

“Go find him and bring him here,” Drayton said.

Chop Top grumbled something about licking his plate under his breath as he wandered off, going through a sliding door by the stairs.

After a couple of minutes of having very peculiar Polaroids shoved in your face by Nubbins, you heard heavy footsteps coming towards the dining room.

Chop Top reappeared this time followed by a large man who had his covered by some sort of mask. His eyes darted quickly towards you and he retreated behind the door frame, peeking out just a bit.

“Bubba, come here. This is our guest. They live down the road. Have been for years now,” Drayton said.

Bubba barely took a step forward, turning his face away from you and his brothers.

“He’s shy,” Nubbins giggled.

“Bubba’s afraid of the pretty neighbor,” Chop Top teased.

You took a step forward, reaching your hand out towards the man.

“Nice to meet you,” you said in a quiet voice.

Bubba’s head shifted ever so slightly to look at you. He reached out his hand, quickly grasping yours and shaking it before pulling away.

“You’re not gonna get much out of this one. Not yet at least. He’s gotta warm up to you,” Drayton said, patting Bubba on the shoulder.

“Well, I should be heading back home,” you said, glancing at the clock on the wall.

“Thank you for inviting me over. It was nice meeting all of you. Enjoy the veggies,” you said.

“See ya later,” Chop Top said.

“Come over anytime,” Drayton said as you headed out the door.

You turned around and for a second through the screen door, you could see Bubba give you a small wave. You smiled, waving back before you stepped off the porch and headed home.

[sandyferal]

Roommates

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Ik it's a bit early but I can't believe it's been almost one year since this post

Btw yeah its real

[arcanegifs]

Hi, I honestly don’t mind it too much if people share my gifs around, but if you’re doing it to farm likes on twt, upvotes on Reddit, or saves on Pinterest, the bare minimum you can do is to link/credit the gifs back to the blog.

I know a few people that have told me that my gifs are so distinguishable that they immediately know I made them, but it’s still mildly annoying to see them being posted as something to farm engagement without me knowing. These gifs take time and effort to do. The least you can do, if you want to farm engagement out of the gifs I make, is to link it back to this blog.

And honestly, serious gifmaking takes time. People say I’m “fast” but these still take an hour, hours, or sometimes days to do. It’s not just putting stuff into an app and automaking the gifs I make. There’s a reason why people say they’re super “high-quality”. It’s because I still make them via Photoshop, sharpen, edit, and color them etc etc.

I’m not here trying to make any money or asking for money with making gifs. I’m very privileged to say that I don’t need to. But I make these things out of own free time for fun, out of the love for the show and its characters— and that’s free time that I could spend doing something else.

Ever since the new year started, I’ve gotten pretty burnt out making stuff everyday (except for CaitVi and making the occasional requests from the Discord server that I love very much). I have no idea if I can still keep up with making daily gifs at this point since I’m also much busier now with irl things.

But if you wanna see more gifs being made and support me with this hobby, please do reblog, like, share with credit, or link back the gifs I make. That’s really it!

And no, spamming likes or spamming reblogs isn’t annoying! In fact, I enjoy them so much! Tumblr thrives on reblogs as well! Fandom is all about having fun and interacting with people who enjoy the same interests as you, so please don’t hesitate to reblog or like the posts!

If you’re wondering why there’s less and less of gifmakers out there, this is also one of the major reasons why people stop making things. A lot of gifmakers and especially graphic/edit makers feel like the effort they exert for the things they make is simply not worth it.

And if you have a problem with me or with my gifs, then make them yourself.

You can find so many tutorials here too! There’s so many talented people on Tumblr that have posted their gif-making tutorials that I personally also learned from. They’re all amazing! Turn your love for the media into something that we all can enjoy together!

If you’ve reached the end of this post, thank you. I appreciate you ❤️ I know it’s giga long lmao, but I needed to get this outta my system haha. Thanks for understanding!

[silusvesuius]

nnnnnnnnnnnnno maa'am

[torchickentacos]

i will always shout praises of bi4bi but given recent discourse I feel the need to say that I love bi4het too! I just love bisexuality in general in its many forms, and anyone who only likes it when it's 'queer enough' for them is biphobic. Bisexuals should be able to bring their LaMe CiShEt BoYfRiEnD to pride without being made to feel like spectators and outsiders to their own event.

[sludgekludge]

i think of all characters vox is the most forgettable to me because they introduce lucifer as a foil for alastor, also with its own musical number...the whole 'vox and alastor are meant to have design parallels' doesnt work because half the designs look the same. pentious could be just as much of a parallel to alastor design-wise as vox.

i think lucifer just occupies the space in my brain as 'alastors rival' (why does. why does he need 2 of those.) and i have more to say about the other vee's than vox...the only thing i rly remember him for is for those. sorry i hate using this word as a 'criticism'. the cringey cut aways to give him quirky funnee one liners in the final ep. and that's it. sorry timothy television

[yashley]

absolutely fascinating to me that liliana gave everything to make sure her daughter does not fall into the hands of these people, when in reality, imogen absolutely thrives among them even by pretending that she’s a part of it. liliana keeping her daughter from belonging there when imogen naturally. does.

[pup-pee]

jokes @ night r not funny in the morning,,,

originally the blue was green but then i decided 2 b pan

[amethyst-halo]

gripping my thighs i need people to be normal about young brozone for five minutes.

[scionshtola]

i do think a good shtola arc for the future would be like, her sort of calculated recklessness with her own life negatively affecting someone else and her having to reckon with that

[cosmicterrorthe8th]

Another Grant headcanon:

I think he wrote love notes when in relationships, and he went all out with like making the paper scented and stuff. But like he had no good perfume so he ended up using his horrible body spray. So like the lucky boyfriend would like find a paper reeking of the body spray like every once in a while.

Also I think he was someone who fell deep into romance because having a crush and feeling butterflies in his stomach was better than numbness. So he would pursue every crush even if he knew it would not end well because of the thrill of it. I think this sucked but I think he atleast felt like this is a normal way for life to suck.

[halorocks1214]

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[moeblob]

Deacon loves two things: Ymber and digging himself a grave.

Fulj hates one thing: Deacon.

[hauntingblue]

ARCANE EPISODE 7!!!!

MY GOD I WASNT READY FOR ANY OF THIS!!! WHAT WAS THAT!!!

Also ekko wallpaper I got with my fries lmao

[eddiemunsonsmum]

Just saw this comment on a story posted a month ago.

*cries in Eddie Munson Solo Series no one wanted to read, interact with or request for*

No shade to the person that commented this on their own fic if you recognize it. It's not their fault. I'm not mad at them. More crying in the tags.