#just a silly little one shot

[that-one-xachster]

by saying something stupid like 'i love you'

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"I love you"

"What?"

"Nothing."

-> 3 times in which you try to tell him that you love him, but thats not how it goes

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can be taken for any character that you'd like, I was feeling a bit silly haha- might get back into writing

not sorry if this one shot sounds like a comedy show rather than fully angsty, I wrote it based on how I have interactions with people, so im not sorry cause I don't know how you interact with people. please dont come at me for it not sounding angsty or wtv GAAAA I SOUND RUDE LMFAO WHAT

not proofread!

[f/n] = friend's name

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"I love you."

"Huh?"

He looked up from your notebook, holding his pen, explaining the question in chemistry you didn't understand. He sat so close to you, your knees touching, making you feel like a man in the 1800s who just saw a woman's ankle.

You shook your head.

"Nothing."

He just shrugged and went back to explaining the problem to you, and you shifted your weight, resting your head in your palms.

You tapped your foot repeatedly against the table, listening to what he was explaining, before stopping him -

"Wait a second, isn't that the wrong step? You gotta restart-"

"Huh? What are you talking about- oh shit."

"See-"

"Yeah, funny story how about we both just go and ask [f/n]?"

"True. Do that, she's the smarter one."

"Smarter than you for sure."

"No, you're the most idiotic one out of all of us, shut up-"

"No can do-"

You two bickered back and forth until the class ended, never getting to ask [f/n].

Moments like these were what made you fall harder.

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"I love you."

He didn't even hear you this time. Of course he didn't, how would he? He was in the hall, talking to some other friends of his. You're not his only friend, you shouldn't be so selfish-

"Did you say something? Sorry, I was submitting this assignment."

The same friend mentioned before, [f/n] sat next to you in class. She was adamant that you had a thing for the guy, despite your multiple attempts to deny it. No way in absolute hell would you admit that you had a flimsy, silly, teensy little crush on him. No way.

"Nah, you can go back to that."

"I have a better idea, did you hear what happened this morning to-"

And she told you about some events that occurred in the morning, as if she were your personal newsletter. For free of course. She was the nerdy type, but had many friends and always knew what was up with the school, and of course she had to fill you in. You listened to her tell you about random fights, break ups, make ups, and people being stupid in general, enjoying the time you spend with your friend.

Sometimes a distraction is good right? Sometimes.

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"I love you."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"No no no no- what? Repeat that."

"Dude, I said nothing-"

"Nuh uh, you keep mumbling random shit and won't tell me what it is bruh, spit it out."

"The hell you mean 'nuh uh'? Buddy you don't need to peek into everything I say, you see, im a verbal thinker hArDy hAr hAr-"

"..."

"..."

"....for the love of god never do that again."

"....yeah."

Akward silence engulfed you two. The teacher walked in after a few seconds, immediately starting the class.

Recovering from the past embarrassment, you whispered jokes to each other, poked each other with your pens, copied each other's notes when you couldn't finish writing them in time, and got caught laughing too much for a joke, but hey.

At least he didn't hear you mumble another soft, barely audible, "I love you."

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| ennoshita, atsumu, OIKAWA, tendou, hanamaki (hear me out), kirishima, denki (hmo), SERO, honenhuki, muramatsu (a very big hmo), + anyone else you'd like! these were the ones I thought of lol |

hope you enjoyed <3

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bonus ! funny little smidgen- well funny to me lmao

"Do you have the answers for math?" "I thought you did." "..." "..." "Ok- ok well I did half at home, I'll just do the other half now-" "Hold up- which half did you do?" "The first, why?" "Goddammit, I did the first too." "We're screwed?" "We're screwed."

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[roseofsherwood]

“The Jacobs & The Coronas”

CW: Minors smoking and gambling

Racetrack Higgins sat on the steps of the newsboys boarding house fiddling with his hand of cards. He glanced up at the new newsie he had roped into playing with him. This kid was probably 12 and had a look of concentration plastered on his face as he stared at his cards. But Race knew no matter how hard this kid tried, Race was about to win a cent at the end of this game. Racetrack took off his cap, fanning himself a bit. Even though the sun was disappearing behind the giant buildings, the night brought no relief from the unending heat and the smells that lingered in that heavy New York air. At this particular moment he could pick out the smells of fish, sweat, rotting food, refuse, and…smoke.

A smoke. That’s what he wish he had right now.

He’d been out of anything he could smoke for 2 days, and about the only thing that was keeping him in a good mood at the moment was watching this kid about to lay down a card (specifically a stupid choice of a card), which would secure his victory. But just before the kid had laid that card onto the stone steps, Race heard a voice shout his name from behind him.

At this startling sound, the little newsie up and bolted into the boarding house, his hand of cards fluttering through the air before landing back on the ground. Race sighed and rolled his eyes before he began to gather the cards that were now tossed across the steps.

“Well hello to you too, Davey.” He said, not even looking up.

“Racetrack! I cannot believe you gave my little brother a cigar!”

Race laughed, pausing his card pickup just long enough to look up and see the panic in David’s face. “Do what now?”

“This isn’t funny, Race! My folks are gonna kill me if they find out!”

“I didn’t give Les nothin’!” Race shoved all the cards in his pocket, before throwing up his hands in surrender, “Honest!”

“Oh yeah? Well I just found him smoking…this!” David pulled a half smoked Corona out of the pocket of his well pressed shirt.

Race jumped to his feet, snatching the cigar from Davey’s hand. “That crafty little thief!” He remarked, not yet sure if he was more angry or proud of the kid.

“Excuse me?” David snapped.

“Oh, calm down, Dave. He’ll be fine! I was smokin’ long before I was the kid’s age.”

“Well, that’s great,” mumbled David as he shoved his hands into his pockets. Race turned his attention fully to his cigar now, fumbling through every pocket on his body, in search of a match. After a minute of frenzied searching, David sighed loudly and pulled three matches out of his shirt pocket, extending them to Race.

Race’s eyes lit up and he grabbed the matches before David’s arm was fully outstretched. With the cigar in his mouth, he used one hand to steady himself on the railing of the steps, and the other hand to strike a match on the bottom of his worn leather boots.

And that was that. It was lit. He finally had his Corona. He took a few moments, savoring his cigar before looking up at David grinning. David sighed, apparently giving up on his normal speech about how Race shouldn’t be smoking and instead simply shook his head.

Race’s grin turned mischievous and he held out the cigar to his friend.

Davey looked at Race indignantly…then down at the cigar…then back to Race. Finally David crossed his arms and simply replied, “That’s disgusting.”

[omi-boshi]

"What are you doing?" Kiyoomi asks from his place on the bed, wary.

His arms part as he makes space for you to wiggle your way onto his chest. He breathes a laugh at your antics, watches as you take his face between the palm of your hands. The grin that tugs on your lips is a little lopsided, a little cheeky.

The bright red of your lips catches the light and it is the last thing he sees before you begin your assault.

Kiss. On his lips.

Kiss. Right cheek.

Kiss. Left cheek.

Kiss. Tip of his nose.

Kiss. The moles on his forehead.

By the tenth kiss, he is roaring in laughter. The kind of laugh that you've only ever heard when he's with you. It's loud, it shakes his entire being, jostling your body that lies on top of his if not for the arms he has wrapped around you to keep you in place.

It's a little ugly, a little silly the way he snorts in between laughs, but it is offset by the unbridled joy so clear to your ears. The kisses you leave by the corner of his eyes are distorted by the way they're crinkled in laughter. From there, his grin is a permanent fixture as you continue to fill every gap on his face and neck with kisses.

As the tint on your lips slowly fades, his laughter does too, mellowing down into a dopey little smile, eyes bright. You pull back to admire your handiwork, your smile just as dazed.

One arm unravels from your waist to cradle one of your hands still cupping his cheeks. He nuzzles into the touch, eyes tracing over your features, gaze so warm you feel it on your skin. It moves you to lean in once more, to kiss him on the lips.

Longer this time.

And Kiyoomi is more than eager to reciprocate. It's heavier, wetter. More breaths, gasps, and the occasional bites. There is an attempt at deepening the kiss further; Kiyoomi's tongue tracing the seam of your lips. But the giddiness that thrums through him pulls his grin wider. Every time your teeth clash, it makes you laugh into his mouth. It is truly in vain that you try to kiss properly.

When you finally pull away, it is to Kiyoomi mirroring you and cupping your cheeks with both hands.

"What was that for?" He is breathless as he asks. The look on his face no less lovestruck than it was before. The tint on his lips was the most smeared compared to all other kiss marks on his face. It makes you giggle, amused.

"I just wanted to kiss you, is all." You kiss the palm of his left hand to emphasize. "And I wanted to try out the lipstick I bought today." You nod towards the tube sitting innocently on your nightstand.

Kiyoomi shakes his head, chuckling to himself.

He hugs you to his chest, rolling you onto your back, placing himself on top of you. He reaches for the tube of lipstick, smile growing mischievous.

"Guess it's time to return the favor."

[dootznbootz]

Fascinating how Polites, the character who is the personification of Odysseus' optimism and is only in 5 songs, is more grieved and appreciated than Eurylochus, a character who is his own person and is in 11 songs.

[sorryiliketoscreenshot]

| - My name is Kara

[petwifed]

i loveee drawin ink in dresses & skirts & cute outfits…. i love her….. in my eyes she’s just a little lady 😞😞

[serethereal]

Humanity

“Don’t do this,” Sirius whispers, his eyes large and pleading, shining like his namesake. “Moony, I’m begging you, please.”

He looks so sincere that it tugs at Remus’ heartstrings. Appeals to his sense of humanity. It almost makes him hesitate. Almost.

But one look into those eyes and he can see the madness within. 

“I have to,” Remus grimaces in apology, slowly lowering his hand. “Draw four.”

@wolfstarmicrofic

[touchlikethesun]

i feel like, years from now maybe even decades, i will still be waking up in a cold sweat thinking about the last line of mdzs.

"and forever after, his eyes could never move away from him again."

[sysig]

Wake up somewhere better, maybe (Patreon)

[otrtbs]

Okay, we all know ahb! James and Regulus did not get a Brazil house Christmas together, but the holidays are coming up and I've been thinking a lot about what a Brazil house Christmas would look like and I thought I would share some thoughts because I love Christmas dearly.

James would insist that everyone come to Brazil to see them during the first Christmas and even though it's summertime there, he's committed to the traditional winter aesthetic!

James cuts up a bunch of oranges and dehydrates them in the oven and Regulus sews all the dehydrated oranges together with twine to make garland to decorate the house (they both sit in the kitchen together and work silently side-by-side just happy to be together in their house) (photo for reference ⤵️)

Barty and Evan get there a week before everyone else and are absolute menaces (what's new?) They somehow manage to break the star at the top of the Christmas tree and they are petrified to tell James because James Potter takes Christmas the most seriously™️ like they would rather tell Regulus, seriously, before they had to tell James they broke his precious tree

Unbeknownst to them, Regulus and James bought a spare star just for that reason, but Barty and Evan scour the town anyway to find 'the best star in the world' to make it up to them. They come back with a glass star that has a picture of Regulus' face taped to it and James loves it so much he nearly cries. Regulus hates it. So much. But he'll let James have this one.

Marlene and Dorcas arrive a day early to surprise everyone and after Barty is done admonishing Marlene for missing their weekly phone call the week before, Marlene takes James into the kitchen to catch up.

James pours the wine while he (futilely) attempts to explain why it's fancy and what notes of fruitiness and hints of vanilla it has (he's trying to learn about wine from Regulus, but it's still not going too well) and Marlene complains about the sweltering heat because James has had the oven on all day dehydrating oranges and claims next Christmas should be spent at Sirius' and Remus' flat where it's actually winter and James protests because his house is 'literally the Christmas house.'

Dorcas helps Regulus string up the last minute orange garlands while they talk about Italy and all the Basilica's Marlene and Dorcas have been too

Lily and Mary arrive next with a million presents for everyone all meticulously wrapped and decorated and Barty and Evan lose their minds because neither of them have seen so many presents before (they immediately start shaking all the boxes as they try to guess what's inside)

When Sirius and Remus arrive, Sirius takes great offence to the Regulus star at the top of the tree and employs Mary and Lily on a secret mission to print a photo of himself and tape his face to the star as well in the middle of the night when everyone else is asleep (it's a big success and in the morning everyone has a good laugh looking at Regulus' and Sirius' faces on the star side by side) Regulus hates the star a little less now

Sirius and Remus bring their dog with them and Barty and Evan delight in chasing the dog around the house everywhere until Regulus banishes all three of them (Barty, Evan, and the dog) to the beach to play around.

Lily makes the best chelsea buns in the world for breakfast with her secret recipe and the house smells delightful all day

On Christmas Eve Regulus can't sleep and he comes down the stairs to find Sirius sitting on the bottom step, his face lit by the fairy lights (James insists they keep on throughout the night)

They have a long conversation about their lives and how they have the family they've always wanted. They talk about how grateful they are to be together and this Christmas Eve they both feel a little bit like children again, but it's not sad this time. It's nice.

When Sirius eventually goes to bed, Regulus goes to sit by the Christmas tree that's all lit up and he stares out the open window at the dark night. The house is silent because everyone else is asleep except James, who comes down to check on him once he realises Regulus isn't in bed.

Regulus points out the angel ornament that has a picture of James as a baby for the face and quietly whispers that that ornament is his favourite. James smiles because his mum sent him that ornament so he could have a piece of home with him.

There is mistletoe everywhere thanks to James who is obsessed with it. He's always trying to 'trick' Regulus into standing in places so he can kiss him under the mistletoe (Regulus knows exactly where every single piece of mistletoe is hung and will occasionally,,,, as casually as possible,,, stand underneath some and wait for James to notice)

The entire house is filled with love and light and laughter and sheer chaos and Christmas turns into a weeks long celebration that bleeds into New Years because everyone just loves being all together

They do all agree to spend next Christmas at Remus' and Sirius' though and James is only convinced by the idea of snow.

Dorcas would play the piano while Marlene and Barty sing the most off-key (very drunk) version of 'Baby It's Cold Outside'

Mary sings 'Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas' and nearly brings everyone to tears

Sirius sings 'All I want for Christmas is You' and tries his very hardest to hit the high notes (it's actually impressive)

Remus is the bartender during this Christmas karaoke sing-along night and it's thanks to his heavy-handed pours that anyone is brave enough to sing anything at all

Everyone joins in to sing 'Wonderful Christmastime' except no one can get the lyrics right/at the same time so it's more a mess of chaotic laughter and jumbled lyrics with 'ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong' thrown in very loudly (Regulus actually mumbles under his breath much to James' delight and regards the scene very very fondly)

Outside, the sunflowers in the garden are growing so tall they could practically touch the sky.

[cerealboxlore]

I had another thought today

I wonder what would happen if Billy Batson went on a field trip to Wayne Industries and out of habit pick pocketed Damian Wayne, who doesn't notice until later in the day that something is missing from his person (which immediately sets off red flags, bc, it him??? How tf does the heir to the demon and son of the bat get pick pocketed???!?!)

Answer: one billy batson

[enixamyram]

Does anyone else get a little uncomfortable when some fans take certain scenes or shots a little too seriously? Like, in real life they would have a point but in the context of the show it's clearly not meant to be that deep.

For example: I've seen so many people genuinely saying Stolas is such a shit person because when he climbed into the fridge, it meant his Imp butler would have to be the one to clean up the mess and that isn't fair on him... But like... It's obviously just meant to be a funny shot during the musical number. And if we're going to start hating Stolas for that, where's the same energy for the rest of I.M.P. when they just casually/accidentally murder random people? I mean, in the pilot, Loona literally kicks a baby into oblivion. Just saying, but since when have we cared about the random punchlines walking or standing in the background?

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH ACTUALLY I'LL MISS THEM 😭😭😭💖💖💖💕💕💕

[satancopilotsmytardis]

So many good bunny!Dabis today!!! I'm gonna have to draw the boy too

[all-hail-trash-prince]

*banging pots and pans together* MAMS FANS COME GET YOUR SOUP

(and if you're not a fan of Me and My Shadow then. You should be /lh)

[governmentmandatedryujinstan420]

i can't believe i come back momentarily from the dead and it's with more cancerous memes. Two versions bc god had other plans, none which included not having both of these.