#if I already sent this I'm sorry

[racfoam]

“Was it the hair or the eyes?”

“Ah, Harry. I would know you blind.”

- Harry & Voldemort, your fingers seek mine, Chapter 1

[sapphic-outlaw]

Reasons I am John Marston:

-can't swim

-have been bitten in the face by a wolf (hybrid)

-stupid

[adagiorii]

Doodle of BnuyEiko in that one Cinnamoroll x Miku collab hairstyle trend in MS Paint

Sorry for going missing I was just trying to survive life and my impending doom (assignment due this friday but not anymore now I guess)

[technically-human]

Trick or Treat? 💀🍫

Happy Halloween 🎃

I'm sorry this took so long!! Hopefully wishing you a happy Halloween when Halloween is already over will not attract any evil spirits to me... Though that'd be kinda cool

Here's a WIP:

Dandelions. They were surrounded by dandelions.

They were a common enough weed. They were virtually everywhere, not even London's concrete and filth being able to stop their growth. After a few months, he didn't feel like crying every time he saw one. Or, well, he felt like crying, but he didn't, and that was progress.

Charles looked around with an urgency that suggested he was trying to spot a threat, but his shoulders fell when he understood. Edwin noticed his friend's hand on his back, soothingly going up and down, but he still felt paralyzed.

“Sorry, mate. I miss her too,” he said.

Of course he did. Sometimes it felt to Edwin like Charles remained on Earth simply by the force with which he missed things. Food and murderous friends and terrible parents. When Edwin was dragged to the Doll House for the second –millionth– time, a part of him found it within himself to worry about what his absence might do to this boy. Still, Charles and Niko hadn't been close. Not the way Charles had been close to Crystal. Not the way Edwin had been close to Niko. Charles would be able to move on from this loss, but, for once, Edwin was unsure of his ability to follow.

Some things simply wouldn't happen, even if they had an eternity.

[jacqcrisis]

Had an older lady on the phone who said that tv show actor Oliver Stark was sending her money for her bills. She then got very angry we wouldn't turn her online banking back on after she gave out her info to this very legitimate person, whom shes been talking to for a year and a half now, so he could definitely send her money.

I've never had someone guilt trip me about not letting her get scammed, but boy howdy did it sure happen today.

[licncourt]

Hii I love your head canons for Loustat. Is there any about them that you've written with the romantic things they say and do for each other? Thank youu

Thank you!! I have a lot of this scattered through my head canon tag, but I can definitely do some more!! Those fucking books have me in a chokehold no matter how long I'm away from Tumblr

Mentioned previously (and I have another ask about it) but Lestat is a nickname guy. The sillier they are the more he actually wants to be earnest but is emotionally constipated

Louis is not a nickname user most of the time but when he does call Lestat something mushy it's like a stand-offish cat rubbing on your legs and purring as they walk by

Lestat is still a gift giver, but instead of giving Louis mindless, expensive, impersonal gifts that just piss him off, he's much more thoughtful now. He brings Louis lots of little tokens from his jaunts into town like books of puzzles (his husband is an old man who does sudoku and crosswords in bed), flowers from street vendors (whatever's white, fragrant, and in bloom) so he always has some for his desk, or whatever Lestat caught him looking at in a shop window that was too frivolous for Louis to justify buying for himself. Sometimes fancy clothes and jewelry still show up, but Louis doesn't mind those now because it's genuine

When he has the time, Louis is a serial letter writer and note-leaver. Lestat finds them stuck to the mirror, tucked in his coat pockets to find, under his pillow, tucked into his notebooks, or anywhere else Louis thinks he'll find them.

When Louis' busy or in the depression hole, Lestat will bring him take-out. It's not hard to lure an unsuspecting human through the front door when you're Lestat and he has a very strong "cat leaving a twitching bird on your pillow" instinct. Later on in their relationship, Lestat is better at verbalizing genuine emotion, but he's still partial to showing his love rather than saying it.

They're both a little weird about vulnerability, so they usually whisper their most "embarrassing" and undignified admissions of love and appreciation in bed just before sunrise when they can't see each other's faces.

They aren't always restrained by that though, especially after a lot of happy years, and Louis tends to get ambushed and bombarded by affection when he first shows his face in the evening or after being away/busy for any extended period of time (longer than an hour or two)

There are two armchairs in the living room, but they really only need one because they're either piled into one together or next to each other on the sofa. It's an unspoken rule that if the other comes into the room they get a lap invitation. If they're in separate chairs, it means they fought

Lestat is very touchy-feely and Louis is very stressed about everything all the time (neurotic little dog syndrome), so he gets lots of back rubs and hair petting to keep him calm. In return, Louis has largely gotten over his PDA hangup and will always hold Lestat's hand (and even initiate it) when he gets Lestatty

[shimmershy]

your chara means so so so much to me you have no clue. we have an alter that heavily identifies with chara & your art gives them so much comfort. we wanna take that little creature out of the screen and hug them. lots of love, and support. love your art style so much. thank you :]]

I'm really really glad to hear that, knowing my art is meaningful to somebody makes me so unbelievably happy. Thank you so much for such a lovely message! I hope you're having a great day/night. :)

[danieyells]

I really can't help but wonder what anon even expected or desired as a response

Either i respond publicly and with a 'yes and?'

I respond publicly saying 'idk what you're talking about' and prompt people to look up my name and twitter(which is how other people have found my nsfw twitter in the past because my name is on it) and find out(assuming i don't lock it but even then i'm sure there's proof of it somewhere--I know some anti briefly put my nsfw twitter in a tiktok at some point but the only thing that came of that was someone warning me it had been put in a tiktok) and idk people unfollow if they're uncomfortable i guess?

Or i ignore the ask and they get nothing or maybe keep badgering me or idk make a public callout i guess???

Like i really don't know what the end goal was with sending me an ask about something i'm very obviously public about in some capacity. If i was trying to hide it the twitter account would have been locked. Not to mention my pinned wouldn't explicitly warn for things i don't even post about on here just for the sake of making sure people know they might not be comfortable around me.

I REALLY DON'T GET IT LMAO AND THEN THEY SENT ME ANOTHER ASK WHEN I SHRUGGED IT OFF LIKE IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WHY NOT JUST BLOCK ME I wish I could understand the mindset of people like this. What were you hoping to accomplish or see. Tell me anon i wanna know i wanna understand or is kinkshaming just your kink

[snowangeldotmp3]

'solitude'

(hi! this is a prompt fill that i'm doing, and i decided to do all three prompts that @fishwear sent, so!! thank u for the prompts btw!)

prompt list here

1. slow dancing x ronance

“How many records do you own, Robin?” Nancy asks, sifting through the crate.

Robin scratches the back of her neck. “Probably too many. I stand by the fact that records are the superior music format.”

Nancy snorts, rolling her eyes. Robin grins.

They’re silent a moment, going through Robin’s collection, before her eyes fall onto a certain record.

She pulls it from the box and looks at Robin skeptically. “Billie Holiday?”

Sitting next to her like this, Nancy can see the pink that blooms through Robin’s cheeks.

It’s pretty.

(She’s pretty. Nancy likes making Robin blush.

You see, Nancy came to the realization not too long ago that she does, in fact, like girls. And, though she’ll never admit it, Robin is the one who made her realize this, even though she’s pretty sure she’s had crushes on girls before Robin.

Oh yeah, and Nancy’s got a big fat crush on Robin.

No big deal.

Except Nancy’s been trying to make a move for weeks. Dropping hints that she knows Robin should’ve picked up. The only conclusion Nancy’s come to is this:

Robin will not make the first move.

So you know, that’s an extra dash of torture to the whole situation.)

“Yeah,” Robin sighs, running a hand through her hair, “one of the best jazz singers like, ever. Seriously. Her music just has so much emotion, like, infused into it.”

Robin’s getting excited, the way she does whenever she talks about, well, anything that she has an interest in. That sparkle in her eye and the curve of her lips and the way she talks with her hands; Nancy can tell she was fully prepared to be ridiculed for it.

“Well,” Nancy says, handing her the record, “put it on. I wanna listen to it.”

“Wait, really?”

Nancy nods, smiling. Robin slips the record out, onto the turntable, and gently drops the needle.

The speakers crackle to life, a soft piano melody bleeding through, the crooning voice of Billie Holiday flooding the surrounding room.

It’s nice.

Nancy has to admit, it’s a really good record, but there’s something… missing about it. They’re both too rigid. Robin’s too nervous that Nancy will make fun of her, which she won’t, but even Nancy feels Robin’s nerves radiating off of her.

(Which… is a little unlike Robin. Usually she’s all snark with infuriating, sly smiles and inside jokes. Nancy’s only seen Robin nervous once, when she thought there was a possibility of rabies from the demo-bats.)

She’s up on her feet, and it’s out of her mouth before it registers. “Sway with me?”

Robin stops. Leg no longer bouncing, cheeks reddening, and wide eyes staring back at Nancy. “Uh… what?”

Nancy’s brain finally catches up with the rest of her. She can feel the heat spreading on her face, blush now matching Robin’s, no doubt. Her mind begins listing every possible reason to back out, to step away from this and pretend like it never happened. To not get too close to her.

Screw that.

Ignoring her brain’s warnings, Nancy holds out her hand. “You heard me. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“I can’t dance,” Robin protests.

“I’ll teach you. It’s easier than it looks, promise.” Nancy smiles, wiggling her fingers, trying to persuade Robin.

Robin sighs dramatically, letting her head hang. “Fine, but let me put on a different one.”

“You have multiple Billie Holiday records?”

Robin shrugs, “I like jazz.”

Because of course she does.

Nancy grabs Robin’s hand, intertwining their fingers, and pulls her close as the opening bars of ‘Solitude’ fill the room.

Robin’s cheeks burn a deeper shade of red, and this close, Nancy can count her freckles, creating mini-constellations out of them.

Robin sways rigidly, no rhythm and almost robotic motions, and Nancy knows it’s because she’s doing everything she can to not make Nancy uncomfortable.

Nancy pulls her impossibly closer, bodies flush against one another. “Is this okay?”

Robin jerks a nod.

Nancy leans her head against Robin’s chest. “Still okay?”

“Yeah,” Robin breathes, like she’d forgotten to breathe until Nancy asked. Nancy finds the rhythm again, swaying comfortably, listening to the jack rabbiting of Robin’s heart.

(Nancy silently thanks whatever higher power out there that Robin can’t hear her own heart hammering against her rib cage.)

After another song or two, Robin relaxes a bit, finding the rhythm and swaying along, no longer stiff and robotic. Nancy closes her eyes, the swaying almost hypnotic, lulling her into a strange sense of calm that she’s not felt in… well, she’s not sure if she’s ever felt like this.

Nancy doesn’t know the song, but Robin hums along freely now. She can feel the vibrations against Robin's chest, her heart still a bit fast, but not as erratic as it was two songs ago.

It’s odd, she notices, just how well they fit together.

(Nancy doesn’t believe in soulmates, and she knows Robin doesn’t either, but she finds it a little funny that they fit so well together. Like they were made for each other, and perhaps they were. Perhaps they weren’t, but Nancy wants to make it work. Wants to try, at least.)

She pulls away a moment, just to look at Robin.

Robin’s head tilts, and for a moment, it reminds Nancy of a confused puppy. It’s adorable, and a look she’s never really seen on Robin, either.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, like she wants to say something. Nancy stares at her lips before meeting Robin’s gaze. Robin swallows thickly. Whatever she had to say disappears, and it's back to Billie Holiday filling the silence between them.

And then,

The music stops.

Nancy reaches up to Robin’s face, tucking a strand of her hair behind her pierced ear, before cradling her jaw. Robin’s eyes search Nancy’s, flickering down to her lips, and back up again.

“Robin,” she murmurs, “can I kiss you?”

[smile-files]

really liking a past teacher makes me feel so stupid. like ohhh ahhh what if he stopped working at my high school and i'll never see him again??? shut upppppp

[moodymisty]

Just saw a post of someone snooping at the fics where their gifs are used (apparently you get a notif if someone does) in xreader fics and shitting on all of them and wow, new fear unlocked...

EDIT: reblogs are off because this is starting to breach containment, but dang, didn't know so many of y'all felt the same way. I'm happy to have found such welcoming people <3 Write or read your little hearts out.

[altruistic-meme]

if you could... describe aftg in 5 words

oh this is not as easy a question to answer as it should be akfhsdkf bc like. i could describe its plot, or my thoughts on it as a fan, or how it makes me feel, or just make a joke, or or or and bc idk why you're asking it makes it harder :'))

but let's see...

plot: gay sports mafia found family.

fan: drama, familiarity, trauma, comedy, home

feelings: love, understanding, chaos, joy, comfort

joke: you know, i get it-

(as you can see, i couldn't pick which one to go with, so choose whichever 5 words you want lmao)

[coollyinterferes]

"Back by unpopular demand:"

"Us!"

[whatudottu]

Concept: Ben 10 Alien Force AU where everything is the same except Kevin is just insanely passive-aggressive towards Ben for the entire duration of the series

“No worries Tennyson, I buried the hatchet ages ago! That bad blood between us? Water under the bridge! I mean, it’s not like you got me stranded in a prison dimension for five years and never bothered to try and rescue me or even check up on me or anything like that! Of course I’ll help you save your grandpa! After all, what kind of hero just leaves someone for dead in the hands of vicious aliens that proceed to inflict them with severe psychological damage that will take decades to fully heal?”

I feel as though that would be a whole lot more realistic of a thing to happen, especially as the Tennysons realistically react to Kevin's passive-aggression with their own Tennyson brand passive-aggressiveness, though it might not be the most enjoyable trio to watch, which would be basically the complete opposite of the previous trio of Ben, Gwen, and Grandpa Max-

Ben and Kevin would have more personal beef (something about stealing a way too high security unreleased but already boxed game vs making two trains crash into each other for free money), but Gwen never particularly liked Kevin in the first place way back when, so even if Ben and Kevin settle their differences with admitting what they had actually done wrong (probably fighting over the more petty shit or arguing about the worse shit they did), Gwen doesn't have much basis to forgive Kevin because ultimately she did not get involved. Which I mean I don't think would be that great to watch nor that great to create a team around, especially in the earlier more mystery focused side of AF-

And this is the obligatory mention of @kariachi for introducing the idea of the Ben, Gwen, and Argit trio- you can have passive-aggressive Kevin (and the Tennyson's appropriate responses to him) all you like if Kevin takes Argit's role and Argit fills in that missing main trio slot in his stead. Depending on where and how he's introduced you could totally have a fake-out trio of the Tennysons and Magister Labrid, you know, with the assumption that someone's filling out Max's 'experienced plumber' slot. Not sure how convincing that might be but oops, I did a little ramble lmao-

[blujayonthewing]

one stupid thing about my brain latching onto felix like a terrier in kill mode is that I live with my favorite and one of my best DMs and he is constantly cooking me the most hearty and scrumptious meals but I'm still, against my own will, sitting on the floor white-knuckle gripping the lad while we both starve to fucking death

[tardis--dreams]

Me panicking because i have 9 missed calls and 5 emails talking about my absence and how "a colleague could take over for me" vs. Me knowing it's really not that important no matter how pushy a client is and that on top of it I'm underpaid and have way to much overtime so i shouldn't even care