#like that is such a jasper way of thinking too

[azlovesem]

Who are you. How did you get out of prison in the first place im wondering?

they let me out. People like me Emma. They tend to turn a blind eye to the bad things i do.

why? Because theres not enough evidence to convict of anything. Orbthe witnesses died mysteriously. The one police officer said you know every killer in this city personally. I dont associate with that type of person in this city. Or any city. I read about you people or see you in movies or on tv. I dont sleep with you. I had no idea your problems were this big and bad.

too late there. Ha ha ha.

You think everythings funny i get that.

No i dont. I just have to laugh. And yeah i know people but fo you thnk id really be hrre if i fid yhe things people i sell drugs to do in this town? Who do you yhonk buys the drugs. Nit kids not lil girks not the people here i have the good dtudff i deal with hardened criminals. I am not one myself. I have had yo defend myself and my friends once or teice thats it.

what and someone died. And your a good drug dealer. What you just said makes it eorse. You know the difference between right and wrong yiu just font give a fuck for money. Maybe you dont sell to anyone here maybe you do from what i heard.

hardened criminals.

i feel bad for you. Worse than i do for those hardened criminals. A lot if yhrm vome from horrible backgrounds. Youre the eorse person who is organized with otber lazy spoiked rich kids out in south eindsor who youve corrupted into growing and hiding and selling stugs for you everywhere. Where do uou yhink those drugs go after you sell large smounts of them yo those poor people? To tye people im trying to help. Oh my God im do stupid. I have horrible taste in nen its yhe only real oroblem i have. I asked other people. Youre dudlected of cold blooded murder you are an expert car thief and break and enter artist. Youre violent. Youre sn armed robber. An gun smuggler with vonnections in Michigan God what else font i know?

no secmxusl charges. No reallybweird shit or eoman abuse or pimping. And im ex all these things by the way if its even true. Never been proved.

youre sn asshole.

yeah but i maje tou laugh and cum and im funny.

so what thats a two week affair. Now i see you are the reason i do this and that is not good. Get out of ky office. I dont want you comng near ne. Yiull see Jasper now concrrning your file. Hes gonna love you.

not like you do though.

i dont live you infuckn hate you.

thats ehat they all say. But ya dont. Ya hate life.

emma stone

[dxsole]

Zachary stood on the rooftop, the moon casting a silvery glow over the city below. He adjusted the flickering candles on the table, their warm light flickering in the cool night air. Tonight had to be perfect. It’s why he booked this place, somewhere fancy. Somewhere private.

As he glanced at Jasper leaning against the railing, a rush of warmth flooded through him. Jasper’s relaxed smile illuminated his face, and in that moment, Zachary felt a happiness he never thought possible.

“Hey,” Zachary managed, his heart racing. He stepped closer, the velvet box hidden in his pocket weighing heavily as he took a deep breath. “There’s something important I want to ask you.”

His voice trembled with the gravity of the moment. “Jas, you’ve shown me a joy I didn’t know existed. I used to wake up with so much dread, so alone. I was so scared. And then you walked into my life and that magnificent brain of yours was so desperate to figure me out. Never in a million years would did I think that some nosy scientist turned librarian would turn my world upside down, and actually make it worth living… I can’t imagine my life without you.” He knelt down, opening the box to reveal the ring nestled inside. “Jasper Despereaux. Will you marry me?”

💍 IT'S BEEN 8 YEARS | Always Accepting Random Asks!

Everything looks so small from up here. So insignificant. For so long he's been afraid of...he's not even sure. Once released, being in that house of his had felt empty. Haunted. And terribly cold above all.

He didn't want anyone to see what became of him, how he left both the house and himself fall into disrepair, hiding the cracks in the walls with heavy drapes and hiding himself away in the soothing dark of his wine cellar, using what little was left of his wit to drive others away, no matter their intentions.

Except Zachary. It may have been his own blunt curiosity that got them talking, but it was Zachary's warmth, something the younger tended to deny even having at the start, that kept Jasper from retreating into the shadows once more.

It's why he can smile now, even when nothing seemed to cause it.

It's also why when Zachary grabs his attention with something important to discuss, his smile remains; at this point, there was very little the pair hadn't overcome. Whatever Zachary was going to say just piqued his curiosity once more, just as it had all those years ago.

It didn't help that poor Zachary looked ready to combust. He starts, voice wavering despite saying such beautiful words and it's about the time he says walked into my life that Jasper understands what's happening; he should have known sooner, honestly. He's been on Zachary's side of things once before, and he had been a wreck. And he hadn't even done the whole on one knee thing.

Jasper has to force his smile from widening too much for fear of laughing at the thought that being on the receiving end of a proposal is much less stressful. Or maybe it just feels that way since he would have said yes to Zachary no matter how he asked.

Although, he did outdo himself. And to do so with that tiny world below them, the pair elevated nearly amongst the clouds— there's poetry in there somewhere, something Zachary and his lyrical talents could explain far better than Jasper ever could, even if he feels it welling up in his chest.

Hand covers the stupid grin that spreads across his features, Jasper unable to hold it back any longer. "You can get off your knee, hm. I can say yes to you at eye level, mon couer." Hand is offered, the elder grunting softly as he helped him up.

"You got me a ring," He comments softly, the pair now in one another's space, noses nearly touching. "I didn't...I did not think I would be allowed to be so happy again. And certainly not end up with someone to love as well."

She'd be happy for him. For once he can feel it, like letting go wasn't such a terrible thing. He always thought starting a new chapter was something for other people, but not him— until today, that is. "Zachary Key," He starts, cradling his love's cheeks, "...my husband."

[eternally-tired-cryptid]

Y'all would not believe the situations I can put ocs in. Rotate them in my brain microwave.

[silkeared]

they  weren’t  offended. jasper  easily  slipped  between  the  cracks,  moving  soundlessly,  keeping  their  head  firmly  beneath  the  sand.  it  was  easier  to  pretend  that  way,  to  force  away  reality  and  replace  it  with  the  dreamland  they  so  desperately  craved  —  a  false  truth  of  being  human.  the  shadow  of  stubble  reminded  the  young  wolf  that  they  were  nothing  of  the  sort,  that  they  were  brutal  and  a  monster  and  at  the  mercy  of  the  moon,  but  on  nights  like  those  they  could  at  the  very  least  pretend.  “maybe  for  others,”  he  sighed,  “but  it’s  a  bit  different  for  me.  i  have  sensitivities,  sensory  problems  …  it’s  hard  to  try  new  things.  it  usually  ends  a  bit  like  this,”  with  food  wasted  or  gifted  to  others,  with  a  heavy  sense  of  disappointment  and  failure  hanging  over  their  head  like  a  dark  cloud.  being  a  werewolf  certainly  didn’t  help  —  one  night  each  month,  jasper  was  thrust  into  the  unknown  ;  soil  in  places  it  shouldn’t  be,  prey  between  his  teeth,  the  crack  of  bones  and  the  fast  growing  of  hair  in  areas  it  had  never  truly  belonged.  they  were  still  reeling  from  their  last  change.  every  new  smell  stung  their  nostrils,  every  new  sound  crescendoed  through  their  ears.  jasper  could  almost  hear  the  countdown  to  the  next  full  moon  in  his  head:  fourteen  days,  twelve  hours,  seventeen  seconds  … it  meant  they  were  constantly  on  edge,  one  eye  to  the  sky,  always  looking  up  and  never  straight  ahead.  “i  would  like  that.  to  get  a  hot  chocolate,”  their  hands  knotted  together  in  a  nervous  hold,  “i  can  brave  it  so  long  as  you’re  there  with  me,  i  think.  i  just  don’t  want  to  be  on  my  own.”  relationships  were  something  new  to  jasper,  too.  an  unexplored  frontier,  unfamiliar  territory.  they  weren’t  sure  what  was  right  and  wrong,  what  to  expect,  what  to  ask  for  —  but  he  knew  that  koda  was  worth  the  strangeness.  “i  think  he  went  to  play  on  some  of  the  games,  go  on  some  of  the  rides.  i  didn’t  want  to  suck  all  the  fun  up  and  make  him  miss  out  on  anything  …  ”  but  he  would  have  liked  the  vampire  there,  beside  him,  holding  his  hand,  keeping  him  safe.  obediently  they  fell  into  step  next  to  their  new  friend  — divya  —  and  quickly  walked  to  keep  pace.  “ring  toss  and  then  hot  chocolate?”

Three whole damn years in town  ?   Well, this just proved that maybe was working too much or not paying attention well enough to what happened around her. "Sticking to what you know is nice, but sometimes, it's also good to try new things." She said while accepting the offered food as it shouldn't go to waste if the wolf wasn't going to eat any of it. "Because it might add more items to your list of known things." After all, everything was new until it wasn't anymore. And then, the mention of Eloise brought a smile to the gorgon's lips, as it usually did whenever someone brought the younger witch up. "That's my Ellie. Always making sure everyone is comfortable." She said with a mild nod. "Let me know if you want to brave through the crowds and stop by to get yourself some hot chocolate, then. Or... you can wait somewhere quieter and I'll go get it for you." Normally, Divya wouldn't offer such things to the male-looking kind. She hardly ever trusted them, and so, it made her act slightly hostile towards them. Only slightly. OKay... not hostile, just... not as helpful as she would with women and the femme-presenting ones. "But, if you don't mind my asking, Jasper, like the stone," She smiled, offering the petite wolf a kind, yet pointed look, to let them know she was teasing them, "Where's your boyfriend? Because... if you came here because of him, I would've assumed he would be by your side." But Divya wasn't the most well-versed in relationships. Granted, she knew people were allowed their time alone and their own space, but it just didn't seem fair that the wolf had put themselves so far off their comfort zone, only to be left alone in a place they don't like. "I'm Divya. Let's go earn you some prizes at the ring toss booth, Jasper. A pick me up to make you feel less uncomfortable."

[boatemboys]

toshiro whos still in the party when they meet the succubi. hes sitting quietly with chilchuck and marcille when they arrive. everyones expecting a falin lookalike to appear (marcille is glaring at toshiro the whole time) but then. what do they do when laios appears. his real body is sitting just in front of them after falling for a succubus just minutes earlier. marcille and chilchuck glance at each other, then they notice that toshiros face is like. stoic. except for the fact his cheeks are bright red

[autism-connoisseur]

what if i killed myself rn

[my-current-obsession]

My hyper-specific type when it comes to otome guys:

- Absolutely pathetic - Cannot speak to a girl normally to save his life - Tries to be calm/aloof, but turns tsundere when flustered enough - A good and pure man at heart, yet does some questionable things - ...Little Red Riding Hood???

[panic-and-procrastinate-drawing]

if Jason gets ressurection abilities (i pray he do) then i can and will give him a partner with regeneration abilities. the paralles of jason not being able to heal but can't stay dead versus his lover being able to heal but can die is like,, rlly fucking good to me.

let me take the hit bc i can heal from anything versus let me take the hit bc i wont stay dead if it kills me. ough.

[fakeosirian]

ugh i've been thinking my way through what feels like a wall re: fabian's family situation for weeks now (figure it'd be pertinent to figure out for fic reasons) and good news: had a revelation about something that makes sense to me/gave me a good jumping off point for a further complete headcanon! bad(?) news: it's sad LOL

this is what we know he has:

an uncle -- with which he shares a surname! meaning either its his paternal uncle, or fabian has his mother's surname

a godfather -- who works with his uncle! could mean a lot of things, but nonetheless a very close connection and one who is held in high/close regard in his family overall (family friend? maybe shared field of study? i like to think of fabian's parents, however they appear, as academics lol)

so my scenario of choice past this point is as of canon, fabian's dad has been dead for a few years (because we have enough characters with present fathers and distant mothers let's add some flavor!!!), and thus he boards on scholarship to "relieve pressure on his mom" as she works as a research professor (field of interest undecided atm, but definitely humanities) and travels frequently/spends long hours working in general. (very Informative background for someone rather...High Strung about Things! and would make him not being able to make it to america between s2 and s3 make a LOT of sense in terms of cost and logistics of even asking in the first place.)

would also explain why he doesn't talk about his parents Ever, is notably quietly sympathetic re: people's parental issues (especially those dealing with loss), and can get...weird...about his performance both at school and at tasks that require "smarts" in general (ie. he quite literally cannot afford to fail)

[talkfastcal]

update i talked about the mutuals in therapy again tonight

[arlo-rose]

me wanting to talk about my dnd character on here vs the fact that I’m mutuals with someone in the campaign and I don’t want to spoil anything

[amplexadversary]

More fanfiction I’m never going to get around to actually writing:

Someone comes to Pearl from Steven Universe for advice. They stumbled upon an unactivated pearl and in a brilliant moment of quick thinking asked her to call them “Mom/Dad.” This makes our Pearl incredibly uncomfortable for obvious reasons.

Mainly, I’m not sure how the protagonist would have enough background knowledge of gems to realize that that would probably be one of the least weird ways (for them) to deal with the whole gem programming dynamic thing until the nascent pearl could be brought up to speed with How to Deal With Being Around Humans.

Pearl is torn between the fact that the person clearly doesn’t want someone else taking advantage of the younger pearl (which she appreciates), the fact that they see her as an authority on how to handle the situation (which she likes), and the fact that she really, really Does Not Want to Make That Comparison (and probably resolves it, ultimately, by deciding that the fact that this person being human makes it different enough that she can just compartmentalize the issue away)

Maybe for bonus awkwardness have it be Mystery Girl who found the nascent pearl?

[eliotquillon]

keep forgetting ollivan is canonically deaf in one ear but in my defence literally all of his POV chapters are just him homoerotically thinking of ways to get revenge on jasper and indeed the one and only time he mentions being partially deaf he literally does so WHILE TALKING ABOUT JASPER. narrator so unreliable he forgets to tell us about his disability until 3/4 of the way through the book because he’s too busy being weird and horny on main for his ex-friend. What a man….

[boatemboys]

i didnt watch stream today but ive seen twitter talking about it...... i think its really interesting seeing peoples reactions to scar not thinking hes attractive. prefacing this by saying yeah he IS attractive i wont him so bad. but i think a lot of physically disabled people (especially those with visible disabilites, e.g. a wheelchair, a breathing tube) do think of themselves as lesser in a way? especially with the popularity of someone like scar, where people constantly draw a character very similar to you as either not disabled at all or with different, "lesser" aids, such as a cane.

[daydreamerdrew]

Iron Man (1968) #96

[su-angelvicioso]

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about these tags from @sannehale <3 since I first saw them because they’re so real lmaoo. It really wasn’t a big deal for them at all lmaoo.

I just think it’s so hilarious how both of them really just don’t care that much L0L. They know the business. They simply said it is what it is, and didn’t hesitate when attempting to contact each other again afterwards like they are so unserious.💀

Jasper: She took my life, made me fight in a war killing thousands, and she even plotted to kill me.

Peter: Maybe we should kill her then?

Jasper: Why would I do that?