#lmk if u like it!

[nixotinix]

I uh I just really like uh I think that uh I think their friendship should've been expanded upon more uh yeah

Normie squad headcanons below the cut!!

The later events of Ghouls Rule are not canon here!! Claire and Chad don't know about Holt yet and the trick or treatment never happened. Jax is attending NSHS on his own terms to see how he'd fare in normie school again.

-I have literally no basis for this. But Chad is huuuuge on conspiracy theories. In the second slide hes actually telling jackson about the illuminati

-Claire knew that Jackson was at least part monster way early on. It was pretty much confirmed when he caught a burning pan in home ec.

-In the first class that Chad and Jax attended together, Chad slid Jackson a note that said "on a scale of one to ten, how certain are you that you aren't an alien?"

-Jackson's response was "five and a half". They became quick friends.

-Claire had a hallway crush on Jackson for exactly one passing period. When they actually talked at lunch, she very quickly realized that he's a complete nervous wreck.

-The normie squad really likes exploring abandoned buildings in New Salem. This often leads to them running from the cops.

-Chad often tells Jackson about how the pyramids were "really made". Jackson recorded the conversation and sent it to Cleo for shoots and googles.

-They planned matching Halloween costumes shortly after meeting and bought them not long after. They were going to be the Powerpuff Girls.

-Jackson would be Blossom, Claire would be Buttercup, and Chad would be Bubbles. Jackson and Claire make fun of him for it and take several photos.

-Deuce and Frankie crashed one of the normie squad's bookstore hangouts. Jackson did his best to keep them far, FAR away, but they eventually managed to sit down and talk with Claire and Chad.

-Claire and Chad didn't realize they were monsters since they were disguised as normies.

-In this funky little AU, fire elementals have horns that start growing out of their head when they hit puberty and reach full length at adulthood. Jackson does have these, but hides them with his bangs. Claire has known about them ever since their first sleepover.

-Jackson's blue eye glows during periods of strong emotion (anger, stress, etc). Only Claire has seemed to notice.

-Holt really likes saying out of pocket shit in Jax's head while with the normie squad. This has led to multiple instances of Jackson having to explain why he "randomly started laughing".

[patowrd]

anyways, dando fic snippet pt. 2 (slight nsfw warning but i've left out most of it here 😌)

they stumble through the marble-floored lobby to the kitchen, and daniel feels like electrified, his whole body thrumming as he follows lando. lando hoists himself up on the kitchen counter, daniel smirking as he examines the labels of various liqueurs and bitters with furrowed brows. “what’s this for?” he asks, picking up daniel’s zippo and letting it dance between his hands as he observes its cold steel case.

“smoking aromatics” daniel says, “orange peels, the like.” and he trails off as he turns to the glassware he’s started polishing: currently, two highball crystal glasses worth enough to cover a third of his rent back home.

“god, my dad had one of these when i was a kid,” lando says, still in awe at the silver lighter, “i always used to want to learn tricks,” and daniel watches the lighter twirl in lando’s palms and between his fingers before he lights it momentarily, leaving him wishing to be as pliant for his touch, as receptive to his fondling. 

he extends a hand and smirks, “come on, sweetheart, hand it over.”

he knows it’s dangerous, this game he’s playing, but he’s too satisfied with himself to stop. the nickname seems to give him an upper hand, to make lando blush more than he knows what to do with. and what’s the use of a secret weapon if he doesn’t get a bit of fun. 

“what’re we thinking as a starter?” he leans back against the island and watches lando, sat on the counter opposite him. he notices the golden edge of his tan, the way his thighs under his trunks go from gold to white in the places where he has not let the sun linger. there is something bitter about how sunkissed lando looks, something tantalising about the way he peers into daniel’s eyes and smirks before he talks.

“you’re the boss. surprise me, bartender.”

it knocks the wind out of his lungs. daniel obliges.

for himself he churns out a quick g&t, something crude and boozy which he knows will at least be halfway sippable. it doesn’t matter what he drinks, he’s there to serve, to observe. it’s lando who’s being treated to a tasting course, to a class in what’s good on the tongue, what’s pleasurable.

for him, he makes a paper plane. it’s bittersweet in the mouth, amaros and lemons sticking to the palate as you sip. he thinks of it as emblematic, a portrait in a drink. 

he sips at his own glass and watches, amused, as lando tentatively tastes, his red tongue darting out to lick his lips. daniel clears his throat. 

“your girlfriend won’t mind me stealing you, i hope?” it’s tentative, a little something to gauge how lando reacts to outward flirting, but it sends daniel’s heart flying as if he’s just finished a double marathon.

lando chuckles, and takes a slow (so slow! daniel thinks, so cruelly deliberately slow!) sip of his drink before he answers, “i don’t even think she’ll notice i left”

daniel’s eyes widen, his fingers nearly slipping off of his glass as the condensation pools beneath his fingertips, “how?” and after a sip, “i’d be glued to you if i was her.”

“god, i wish you’d let her know that.”

for a moment it’s silent, the only thing cutting through the static being the muffled noise of the music on the beach, and then lando takes another sip and smiles at daniel, “s’not bad, really, kinda sweet.”

daniel smiles with all his teeth, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he laughs, “ah, see, i knew you’d like it.”

for the second drink, daniel twists a lemon peel in a way that makes lando gasp (“you can see the spray!) and scrunch his face into a grimace (too bitter, too strong). it’s endearing how expressive he is when he lets himself unwind a bit, how eager and excited he gets watching daniel use the shaker “like a real bartender” or make up fancy descriptions for rum and cokes and vodka sodas. soon enough they’re both a little gone, the alcohol tinting their cheeks matching shades of ruby red as they giggle about incomprehensible jokes. it flows easily, the conversation, and daniel barely registers the way that he positions his body, always inching towards lando’s, or how he climbs up next to him on the counter, or how, while laughing, he sets his hand down on lando’s inexplicably bare shoulder.

the room smells sweet and earthy, the remnants of various drinks lending their aromas to the air and to lando’s scent. it’s something sandy, salty, like he’s been sweating under crystal clear waves. it shouldn’t be so wounding, daniel thinks, shouldn’t make him want to put his fist in his mouth and bite down hard. he moves his hand away from lando’s shoulder, and he’s about to jump down from the counter to start polishing glasses with his back turned again when he feels lando’s hand gently press into the top of his thigh.

it takes a minute for daniel to settle down, but when he does he notices the shift in the atmosphere, the way that everything feels hot, the way his blood feels as it rushes past his ears with every quickening beat of his heart. he marvels at how warm lando’s touch is. searing, he thinks, something like a brand he’ll wear forever on his skin. 

“god, you make this so difficult,” daniel says. it’s barely above a whisper, the words sticking to the back of his throat even as he says them. all possibilities now feel too distant yet too near. if daniel wanted to, he could bend down and place a kiss in the crook of lando’s ear, or where a mole adorns his sweaty collarbone, or… daniel realizes the options are endless, that he knows precisely what he’s feeling, and for fear of calling the feeling lust he’d rather not name it at all

“do i?” and lando’s fingers start tracing the outlines of daniel’s tattoos, inching delicately towards the flower on his inner thigh. “don’t you?”

both are looking down at daniel’s thighs now, lando’s pale fingernails tracing circles across his skin, stopping only to tug at the hem of his black shorts.

“i just do what you’re thinking,” and pressing his hand flat against daniel’s skin he smiles, the tips of his fingers just barely beneath the black fabric, “no one else is home, you know? they’re all down at the beach.”

daniel inches closer, now looking deep into lando’s eyes. he’s breathless, wordless, unable to think critically about the fact that the door is unlocked, that the others could come home at any time. he’s focused, mostly, on the rich pink of lando’s lips, on the way that his lashes gently flutter as he blinks slow, his pupils dilated wide. lando’s gaze is innocent now, almost reverent, as if he’s asking daniel to show him something good, something holy.

so daniel obliges and leans in.

[torchvic]

that one ship dynamic but with levi and mc

(credit to @litriu! here is the original post (lmk if the link doesnt work pls))

[paradiserotting]

[squinkoblinko]

Redraw of a DTIYS entry I did for @greasby on insta forever ago hai haiaiis

why is there so much awkward space with this croppifn i’m too lazy to fix zzz

photo for reference (the whole dtiys was just to find a vintage queer photo n redraw it as a tf2 ship :•3 WAS FUN ASF)

[butterflyscribbles]

First words💬

Hard to say where he got them from though idk…

[21stc3nturyd1gitalb0y]

a lot of you got a kick out of my service dog’s battle jacket, so i thought i’d share some more pictures of the man himself.

i know people have a lot of stereotypes about what service dogs and their handlers are “supposed” to look like, and it confuses people to see a young, seemingly able bodied punk rocker with a service dog.

but i share this to say, that if you as a disabled person don’t see a life for yourself, you can create one. when i started to realize i was disabled almost 10 years ago, i certainly didn’t imagine this is where i’d be now. in fact, i didn’t even plan to making it to this point.

but a diagnosis doesn’t have to mean the end of the world. sometimes your world is just beginning. some people are of the belief that everything happens for a reason. me, not so much. i’ll never be grateful for the suffering i experienced in this world, but i will always, always be glad i chose to stay in it.

[imissthestarswhenicry]

whos he texting?🤨

[beautifulpiquerisms]

Let's all pretend that this actually looks like a real youtube thumbnail

[kaogens]

my big chicken waif

[reineydraws]

here's a cass 🦇

and also a jay 🗡

[choccy-milky]

congrats on baby #2!🥰👍 part 2 to this post bc seb is a smug ass bitch when it comes to getting clora pregnant. and ty @rednite-dork for sending me the original pic ages ago LMFAO... i knew as soon as i saw it that i had to redraw it eventually 👼

[sunlit-mess]

I wanna hear more about this guy and his lore!!

Why did he fall?

What’s his connection/relationship with Lucifer?

TELL ME EVERYTHINGGG I’M HOOKED

KOKABIEL ( Angel of the Stars / Star of God / The Burning Light )

I just thought of him being created with the sole purpose of knowledge and duty ( being affiliated with the stars and astrology ), being a high-ranked angel but not enough to be one of the archangels. Having the titles, it's as if he's similar or close to Lucifer's role (before the fall) or maybe an extension. He does everything to fulfill his purpose. However, the downside is that he always gets compared with Lucifer (pre-fall).

So what he does is look up to him, idolizing someone he has never met, he's practically devoted at some point, nearing a follower. But oh so bitter and sour because all he gets is to be COMPARED.

Cherry on top that he wants to impress Michael, but Michael can barely look at him because all he sees is Lucifer.

All of his hard work feels like it's going to waste because he'll always be a shadow of someone he never knew. And that created grudges, created hate, created his rage. Thus, it's the reason for his Fall. Bro's identity revolves around a dead person (Angel Luci). That's why he's a narcissistic asshole with fucking identity and anger issues.

What's worse is meeting Lucifer himself, the person he looked up to all his life, doesn't know him.

It's not Lucifer's fault though.

[spaceistheplaceart]

when the sparring becomes homoerotic! 😳

[foolsocracy]

dc is withholding feral garth lore so now i have to do my own brainstorming

[enduracarrotchips]

encounter