#idk what this is sorry

[guzhufuren]

[eviesqueezie]

“geez man, wait your turn.” ponyboy mutters, lunch tray firmly gripped in his hands as one of the socs pushes infront of him.

“geez man,” the boy imitates, voice high pitched and whiny before it reverts back to normal and he continues. “you greasers have no patience, just wait the extra minute why don’t you?”

“well your fat ass is gonna get every fuckin’ thing available, so i won’t be surprised if i’m here a bit longer than-“ he pauses, sucking in a breath before rolling his eyes and continuing in a mimicking voice, “a minute”

[crescentpaws]

soooo crazy that most of you don’t know that fintan’s name is actually an acronym! observe:

f ucked up

i nsane

n everseen leader

t errifyingly evil

a rson

n oooo don’t set eternalia on fire you’re so sexy haha

[etherealspacejelly]

in the olympics straight up pinging it. and by it, haha, well... lets just say. my pongits

[fitpacs]

fit had just allowed himself to fully accept that someone finally chose him.

a little boy chose him to trust with his life, chose him to be the parent to give him the whole world and be bonded forevermore with no fear of either of them being alone again.

a man with a heart of gold and hair of jet black chose him to trust with his heart, chose him over everyone in the world and asked for absolutely nothing in return.

and in an instant it was over. like a nightmare with no ending, he wakes up in the wasteland again with nothing but his memories that now seem like dreams rather than the life he lived, with nothing but a rose bush that he now protects with his life - the life he craved now resting on each deep red petal, the thorns as literal as they are metaphorical.

he’s alone, and maybe that’s the life he has to choose to protect the ones that chose him.

[mayowayo]

me: “god i HATE kids!!”

my fake ass when someone leaves their kid with me:

[bashfulfm]

availability : open ( @2000sfmextras ) location : house party

bash was never a huge partier but he loved people so he went to parties where he would hopefully meet more interesting people. most people would expect someone his age to go off the deep end and party like there was no tomorrow. but instead, he would have maybe one drink and just talk to anyone who caught his eye. speaking of, someone just caught his eye and he walked up to them. "hey!" he grins. "how are you doing? you enjoying yourself?" he wasn't even the host of the party, he just always wanted to make sure everyone was having a good time. "i was just about to go get one of those mocktails. you want one?"

[openwxunds]

availability : open to anyone location : a local coffee shop

daisy wasn't used to being recognized in public. she wasn't the biggest name yet and most of her fans had abandoned her when she was shunned by the christian contemporary music scene. but some of them must've stuck by her side because they had just asked her for a picture. "sure! i'd love to take a picture!" she says with a smile, grateful. as soon as the picture is taken and the fan leaves, daisy takes a deep breath. "you must get that kind of thing all of the time," she says to someone she recognizes.

[per-se-idit]

Boomers learning how to take selfies

[onepilogues]

@audaciiae liked for a starter: ARES

Ares, Ares, manslaughtering, blood-stained, stormer of strong walls, is there no way you can go and hold back this man from the fighting, Tydeus' son, who would now do battle against Zeus father? Even now he stabbed in her hand by the wrist the lady of Kypros, and again, like more than a man, charged even against me.

Ares eyes are suffocation, a cataclysmic cyclone of unshed ichor and the white of his eyes nearly swallowed by the deep dark of his pupils. His anger had branded a seam into his side, a hot knife steadily dripping his indignation in a telltale trail of puce on the floor behind him with each step. In fact, he is practically spuming at the mouth like a dog, burning burning burning in his fury, only no— something is not quite right.

There is not rage left when he loads his weight against the threshold of Apollo's domain, steam billowing off his shoulders and the treble of his lower lip, though sewn into a snarl betrayed a deeper agony. He hopes Apollo knows the difference.

"I have done as you asked."

His voices resigns, casts his eyes up behind the blood wet of his hair. The mortal wounds were inconsequential, Diomedes spear still broken off in his side. Only the purple of his eye, blackened shut and the weeping gash along his jaw were god inflicted, his mother. He coveted no one more— did he?— and he had deceived her. Her love had been the only steadfast affection since his birth, and her abandonment upon his betrayal twisted violently inside him. So why did he want nothing more than for Apollo to look at him?

[beastofthesea]

run rabbit run rabbit run run run

[castsrunes]

@ismelodrama liked this post!

❛ Aw, well, isn’t this just lovely? Things couldn’t be going better if we tried. ❜

[etherealspacejelly]

WANDERING ALBATROSS MENTIONED 🗣️

did you know- [train goes past] sorry about that did you know that they have- [fog horn blares] they have a wingspan of- [a piano falls on my head] 3.... metres....

[ofsvnlightt]

starter for qi yan @mvsicinthedvrk​

patia was still figuring this city out. in some ways, it actually wasn’t too different from avalir, but it many ways it very much was. today she’d discovered something called a subway...some sort of underground transportation. she just wanted to check it out, but apparently to even get to the thing, she had to buy a ticket. so she did and headed down. arriving, apparently she was standing in just the wrong spot and someone behind her was complaining. her hands tensed, balling into fists. she really wanted to silence them or just stun them a little. nothing crazy, but she also didn’t want to use magic in such a crowded and cramped space. after some time, and the person not letting up, she turned around to them, “what is your hurry? can’t you see we’re all waiting?” she motioned around to the hundreds of other people around them. she scoffed, taking a single step to the side to at least not have the complaining right in her ear.

[chesters-ocs]

If it’s a small town, than Felon!Stone can stay around the house more often because well, what kind of criminals are in small towns? Petty thieves, mostly.

Imagining that Felon!Stone goes into a bigger city for an actual job (if he’s a construction worker, which I’m leaning towards for some reason) and then he kills criminals there (it’s better and more people will be safe). And he actually gets injured on the actual job, so he comes home all bandaged up.

So yeah, he doesn’t have to injure himself, the man’s job does it for him.

yay for felon!stone for having a good plan of action on how to keep people safe and sound, but also oh no for stone and him getting hurt on the job </3

did i just get an image of sammy sneaking out and taking the last bus to the neighboring big city? yes. yes i did. something something he gets in hella trouble w some people in some shoddy part of the town. something something is coincided with the day felon!stone also left. something something felon!stone stumbling upon sammy getting his shit rocked. something something i wouldnt put it past stone to straight up shoot the attacker(s) dead then and there

[themetalhiro]

Every night I am forced to draw the same girls over and over