#ily bye!

[auden-dahn]

"D-Don't worry about me! Focus on helping the little one, okay?" 🌠 panel redraw of @laikascomet

[mh2o29]

any scott pilgrim enjoyers in chat

(inspired by that one panel yk the one)

[midoristeashop]

otnwas ch 30 for @jjackfrost <3

Aka it’s my anniversary (ish) for reading this fic and joining the hijack community 🥰

[wifelivvyx]

okay i have a request !! maybe being on inside with george 👀 and a friends to lovers happens but also like drama??

Inside Trouble.

(A George Clarke x Reader fic set on Inside) notes at end of fic!!

You never expected reality TV to be this intense.

Sure, you knew Inside was about strategy, social manipulation, and surviving weeks locked in a house under 24/7 surveillance—but you didn’t realize just how personal it would get.

Especially with George Clarke in the mix.

You and George had been friends for a while before the show. Maybe even best friends. You always joked around, filmed videos together, and people constantly asked if there was something more between you. You always denied it.

But in here? With cameras watching, emotions running high, and George acting weird—it was getting a lot harder to pretend.

Day 8

"Y/N, admit it, you’d be lost in here without me," George teased, flopping down beside you on the couch.

You shot him a look. "Please. I’d be thriving without you weighing me down."

He gasped dramatically, hand on his chest. "That hurts. You love having me around."

You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched. "Keep telling yourself that, Clarke."

Someone from across the room chuckled. "You two do realize the entire internet is shipping you, right?"

You froze.

George, on the other hand, smirked. "Yeah, well… they might be onto something."

Your stomach flipped.

But you laughed it off. Because that’s what you always did.

Day 13

Lately, George had been distant. Not in an obvious way—he still joked around, still sat next to you at dinner, still teased you in the group challenges—but something had changed.

And you weren’t the only one who noticed.

"He’s jealous," one of the contestants whispered to you one afternoon.

You blinked. "Of what?"

She smirked. "C’mon, Y/N. You’ve been spending more time with Matt. And George? He’s fuming."

You glanced across the room. George was talking to someone, but his eyes kept flicking over to you. And yeah, now that you were looking for it—he definitely wasn’t happy.

So, of course, you had to test the theory.

You laughed a little louder at Matt’s joke.

And that was when George stood up and left the room.

Day 14

You found him in the kitchen later that night, leaning against the counter, looking pissed off.

"Alright," you said, crossing your arms. "What’s your deal?"

George scoffed. "I don’t have a deal."

"You’ve been acting weird all day."

"I’m fine," he muttered, avoiding your gaze.

You stepped closer. "George—"

"Do you like him?"

You blinked. "What?"

His jaw clenched. "Matt. Do you like him?"

You stared at him, heart pounding. "Why do you care?"

George exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Because I—" He stopped, shaking his head.

"Because you what?" you pushed, stepping even closer now.

George’s eyes darkened, frustration flickering into something else. Something intense.

"Because I can’t stand watching you with someone else." His voice was low now, rough. "Because I’ve spent years pretending I don’t feel this way, and this stupid show has made it impossible to ignore. Because I—"

You didn’t let him finish.

You grabbed his shirt and kissed him.

It wasn’t careful. It wasn’t hesitant. It was weeks of tension, months of denial, and every single moment leading up to this one.

George groaned against your lips, hands gripping your waist, pulling you closer like he’d been waiting for this. Like he was desperate for it.

You melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. The kitchen, the cameras, the whole show? Gone.

When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless.

George swallowed, eyes flicking between your lips and your eyes.

"Well," he murmured, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Guess that settles that."

You laughed, still catching your breath. "Yeah. Guess it does."

And just like that—Inside had never felt more dangerous.

notes:

i would be lying if i said that requests without much infomation don't freak me out HELPP. i kind of just assumed you were talking about that one show 'inside'

ily all

[the-final-knight]

Where are you going~ *she holds your face up and kisses you*

*you see someone appear above the treas and promptly fall into the trees screaming*

@petraspacerp

WOAH! *They run to where you fall*

[fadeyouout]

monthly post then i scurry back to my batcave

[jifloulette]

you never really thought of rin as a clingy partner, a clingy person in general but whenever morning arrives? he's like a totally different person. it wasn't often that you woke up before your boyfriend, those moments usually happened whenever he was either sick or just had a break from the limelight he had in soccer. you needed to do some grocery shopping because the refrigerator was looking extremely plain so you had to wake up early to avoid the long lines and getting run out of an item you needed. you'd usually just wake rin up to tell him you were going out but that was when you were already out of the shower and dressed up. what wasn't a usual occurrence was when your one big of a boyfriend grabbed you by your hips to put you back in bed! listen, it was the cutest thing ever and definitely something you'd tease him for later but you really wanted to just get up finish this one errand so you could have the rest of the day just for rin but no, you couldn't have that. you know what rin's reasoning was? he said and i quote "you're really getting up this early for something you could just do later, hmp, stupid", and as he was saying that, you were trying your hardest to escape his grasp but of course it was no use, i mean, have you seen the man? rin knew you'd give up sooner or later, he already knew what he was going to do when you did! he was going to keep you in his arms for as loooooong as his body can before it wakes up. so yeah, fuck that grocery trip i guess. you can't escape now, not with your humongous boyfriend clinging onto you for dear life.

[tomatoart]

coffee cheetos chicken

[renjunniez]

okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay and btw did i say okAY

[yellowumbrella134]

pov: You vibe-checked her so hard she fell in love (it's not the first time Suki's done this in all fairness lmao)

They👏have👏some👏amazing👏fics👏

[magicaldreamfox1]

“Laying down on the floor from the wounds that you tore / They can't save me no more”

[vampiregway]

phil fake sleeping

[wordfather]

hey guys, serious post here. i'm taking a break from tumblr for a while. i'm just not in a good place mentally rn. i promise i'll be okay, i just need to step away for a bit. i love you guys, take care <3 Romeo will watch over the blog whilst im gone everyone say hi Romeo:

[sloppy-syrup]

I’m not the anon that was asking to make fanart but I was looking at @tizeline ‘s separated AU and an idea popped up and I couldn’t not draw it so..

Fanart! Also first time drawing April, I hope she looks nice!

In case you can’t read my sloppy (pun intended) handwriting:

April: Hey,made something I want you to see!

Donnie: Me too! Let’s show them at the same time.

3.. 2.. 1!

Donnie/April: I made extra robotic fingers/ three-fingered gloves for my/your hands!

Donnie/April: …

(I tried drawing Donnie’s Plastron the way Tiz does and it was hard dude I think imma stick with how I draw it lolol)((which explains why he looks weird here, I swear I can draw Donnie better than this TwT))

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i can't stress enough how this is probably like top five interactions between scott and charles for me its so silly

[X-Men Unlimited #1: "Follow The Leader"]

[mutatedangels-a]

"Aw, stop it," Soleil was ablaze with a peachy blush, always one to fall for flattery. She retrieved the eggs, then lamented in dramatics, "Ugh! Please, take me away."

-

Two firm taps against the counter and the egg cracked open, trailing residual clear, sticky fluid from Ford's fingers onto the surface. He was on breakfast duty in the kitchen just a few steps away from where the two women were forced to chat at the table. Ford had given his sister a bit of a warning look before he and Claire walked inside the home—something to say, Don't walk away. Otherwise, he knew Soleil would retreat upstairs in avoidance of their not-so-welcome houseguest.

"Make sure ya wipe that up, Ford," Soleil told him in disgust, green eyes flitting to the pile of whites accumulating on the counter as her brother cracked one egg after the other. She would have scolded him more, but it seemed like her brother was fixing up breakfast sandwiches for the table. Her favorite. One of the few things she could stomach if she couldn't have her first choice. (Which was, pure blood, of course.

Could'ja maybe drizzle some on top, like hot sauce or ketchup or somethin'? Nobody'd know the difference!

Soleil, you are despicable.)

The little sister was all saccharine-sweet whenever Claire began asking about the sigil. Claire didn't have to finish her word for Soleil to know. It was somehow embedded in Ford's warning look when the pair first walked in.

There was something anomalous about the blonde. Soleil could sniff it up this close that she wasn't just a plain human. Whether she possessed clairvoyance or something else. She wasn't an old-enough vampire to sniff it out accurately, but at this point, if she had a feeling, she'd hoped Ford had, too. Except, he seemed to be slipping. Perhaps allured by the woman's beauty, which was undeniable to say the least.

And when was the last time Ford got a long with a woman?

Leave it to Soleil to clean up Ford's mess, although Claire seemed quite insistently curious about it. All the years they'd had that sigil on the tree and not one townie mentioned a thing. Now here was some pretty girl that Ford picked up from the side of the road like a stray, asking questions. Soleil herself would never invite such a sleuth, no matter how easy he or she was on the eyes. (Never mind that she wasn't able to control who asked about the sigil and who didn't...)

"Oh, that stupid tree carving?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"It's the funniest lil' story. One time in middle school our class took a field trip to the St. Tammany Parish Historical Society." Then, a rambling monologue about all the things she'd seen that day, buying Ford some time to finish the sandwiches. "...My classmates and I saw that symbol in one'a the exhibits and had competitions to see who could draw it the best. We were so over that stupid little 'S' you drew in middle school, if y'know what I'm talkin' about?"

Ford's voice suddenly cut through, two sizzling plates of breakfast sandwiches in tow. "Alright, Soleil, enough'a your monologue," he said in scolding. He offered Claire an apologetic look, the siblings upkeeping the charade of being clueless. "Eat up, you two."

As he spoke, Claire felt at once a territorial pull toward the thing and also a self-preserving urge to run from it. The duality didn't surprise her; she was used to feeling cleaved by her warring lineages. She leaned in closer, eyes narrowing. The lines of it - more organic, carved crudely here, sure, but in essence considerably freer and more rounded than the angular sharpness of her own family's sigil and those of the lesser urban covens.

"You saw her do it?" she asked, flicking her head back to ask the question. Did Soleil really put it here? And if so, what sort of book had she gotten her hands on to find something like this? Did they even know what kind of trouble they were inviting, leaving markers like this for all the wrong people to see?

Claire wasn't especially gifted. The fact that she had any heightened abilities at all for a halfling was remarkable and owed only to the strength of her father's bloodline. What little ability she did have, she had no conscious control over. It came and went as it pleased. And now, triggered by some inborn alarm system, that scent which had first struck her upon entering the Smith home came back to her flowing sure and steady across open fields. Ford reeked of it. She couldn't tell from here, but she'd bet Soleil did too.

And something God awful occurred to her just then. A fear she didn't want to voice aloud - not in front of Soleil, for one, and not now, when she hoped she was just overcome by the discovery and therefore overreacting.

Because if she was right, the Smiths were being fed upon by one of those swamp trash covens and they surely didn't even know it. And she no idea what to do about it.

She didn't know what else to do other than take his offered hand and follow him back to the house. If she was right, that house wasn't any safer than an open field, but it felt like it was somehow. Four walls and a locked door with no welcome mat.

"Hi there," she forced herself to greet Soleil with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. It wasn't this poor woman's fault, whatever was going on, and she needed to be a good house guest. Almost as much as she needed answers. "Thank y'all so much for accommodating me. I won't be a bother, I promise. And it's just beautiful out here. You're the cutest thing! I never had a little sister, but if I did, she wouldn't be as darlin' as you by a mile." She held the basket up in offering. "We, um. Ford. Got eggs. Do you know anything about that sig-" she cut herself off. The word sigil wouldn't and shouldn't mean anything to them. "That sign, carved in the tree by the strawberry patches? It's so.. peculiar."