#is it owned by apple or something

[kneecap-homicide]

For the longest time i thought that ihop was an online holistic health food shop where you could buy like organic hemp seeds

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Feelings Thawed

Character; Cater Diamond

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, pining, ice skating (to various degrees of success)

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; This is a present/thank you to my mutual @i-like-forgs. I hope you enjoy this ice skating scene with Cater, and that you get to skate soon!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The brisk wind bit at your nose, and you pulled up your scarf, trying to keep away the offending wind. Around you it was a winter wonderland, all made possible in the temperate conditions thanks to Cater, who was filming you skating around on the frozen pond’s surface.

“You know,” you hollered, making sure that you caught his attention, “you should join me! It’s fun!” You came to a stop by the pond’s edge, where Cater was standing with a large thermos.

Cater just shot you a wink, handing you the thermos. “This is for you though, silly!” 

He was deflecting, you could tell; behind that bright and cheery smile that he always seemed to wear around others, you knew when there was something off with Cater. You accepted the thermos though, and took a sip of the spicy apple cider, still piping hot.

You gave him a look and pulled lightly on his coat sleeve. “Yes, but it’s more fun with others, come on Cater!” You stepped back onto the ice, and slowly skated near him, waiting with an eager smile.

He looked at you, and then back at the ice, but he stayed standing in the light snow, shooting you that smile. “But I can’t take photos if I’m out there with you!” He scratched at the back of his neck.

Liar. “Cater,” you looped back around and stepped onto the bank, balancing on your skates, “do you not know how to skate?”

Cater’s smile turned sheepish, and his ‘ahahaha, looks like my gig is up’ chuckle made its appearance. He had been found out. “Never got the chance to,” he hid his face slightly in his scarf, either to keep the cold at bay or to hide that his cheeks were turning pink. “So I’d just slow ya down.”

You took his hand into yours, “Well, I could teach you if you wanted. Just a warning though, you’re gonna fall on your butt a lot, might get a few bruises.”

Cater looked down at your entwined hands. Mittens and gloves separated your skin from touching one another, but Cater could swear that he could feel the sensation nonetheless through the layers of fabric.

“You would? Even if I pull you down with me?” 

The last question wasn’t just about the ice skating; Cater didn’t want to force you to do anything that you didn’t want to… and that included being his friend. His heart seemed to whisper stronger emotions though, but he didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.

You walked him out to the ice, and the both of you swiftly fell down on the ice, hard. But you just laughed and got right back up again, “Well, we did just fall. There isn’t anything scary about falling down; yes it stings and might leave a gnarly bruise, but in order to move forward we have to fall and get back up. So yes, is what I guess I’m saying.”

Cater looked up at you, the sun illuminating you and the snow glittered behind you. You were holding your hand out again, waiting for him. And Cater took your hand. 

It took him a while to get the hang of it, and he fell down quite a bit, but every time he fell down you helped him back up. And by the time that the sun was setting in the west, the both of you were cold, and both were going to wake up tomorrow with some bruises. It was fun though, which is all that mattered… but that whisper in Cater’s heart was by now singing, and maybe he would listen to it, but for now, he was happy with how the way things were, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, especially with how much you had smiled today. Your smile and knowing that you had fun with him was enough.

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Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @silvers-numberonefan, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[feedthepigeons]

whoopsie doopsie my hand slipped

anyway click for better quality

[sskk-manifesto]

Bungou Stray Dogs: Dead Apple and how “ability users” (opposite to “normal people”) learning to accept themselves through the acceptance of their own abilities is a queer metaphor of acceptance of own's sexual orientation and gender: an essay by me

[giddlygoat]

painting wip of wallace eating some of willard’s delish homemade apple pie from willard’s pov [willard is having bi panic and holding back tears]

[ricky-mortis]

A portrait of Sir John Herschel because I‘m normal about Pulp Musicals

[sableeira]

Was the reason why Shibusawa’s ability didn’t really effect Fyodor because it would have created a singularity? Because if Fyodor’s ability kills him while they are split into two beings that would be a pretty bad situation for him.

[mammalsofaction]

Lying in bed with my hands on my tummy. I mean, if you guys really think about it. Heinz is the one good thing Perry ever lets himself have.

[fujii-draws]

OKAY! Chatot rant in tags below! Read at your own discretion.

[puppyeared]

i feel like. theres designing a character with certain themes and motifs in mind, and then theres making a gijinka for the water bottle on my nightstand

[snowyllama-art]

angels borne from human souls being given completely inhuman forms while sinners are still human, but at the same time heavenborn angels are humanoid. Something something humanly impossible standards set up by god something something machines are the only thing on earth that can reach those standards something something machines are viewed as a mockery of god’s power because machines are the peak human form rivaling angels and it’s funny to imagine god/heaven butthurt about humans making their own angels something something tower of babel

[perenlop]

anyways i always find it more admirable when a fanwork takes an unlikable character and actually uses it to flesh them out or give them a chance to be more nuanced, rather than just bashing them like a piñata every five minutes

[gretagerwigsmuse]

my parents have been driving me crazy all day (literally the one thing my mom planned for this entire trip was…not fun and i still had to take care of everything) and they were so fussy about any place i suggested for dinner when we got back. so after looking for 45 minutes i found some place that they agreed upon and it’s fine…it’s an ivy restaurant which like whenever. but this 45 minutes was a portion of the time i had originally planned to go shopping (which is something my mom hates) at liberty on my own, but then i couldn’t go since we had to be at dinner for 6:15

so whatever. we’re getting ready to go to dinner and they went down to the lounge to have a drink beforehand. and i texted them saying i have a stomach ache and they can head to the restaurant without me and i’ll meet them there. but ofc my mom texts me back saying they’ve decided they’re not going to the restaurant and are just staying in the lounge for dinner instead. so all that work…for nothing…

[threestripeslider]

Splinter cutting up fruit and just wordlessly giving it to his sons as a snack without being asked as a silent sign of love and care can literally be so personal–

[triglycercule]

im on vacation how can i make this about the murder time trio. mtt fresh out of a flight and the minute that they leave the airport dust stops horror and killer for the smoke break. because being around a smoker is like that. and while horror is dying and coughing from the cigarette smoke and killer is pretend coughing to make dust feel terrible theyre both simultaneously roasting the shit out of dust for being such an addict smoker. cancer speedrun GO says horror. refreshing his signature smell says killer. dust just glares at them and blows smoke in their face (horror literally takes damage he's at 0.7 HP)

[twistedappletree]

wangxian shopping in a sex shop would be so chaotic