#maybe I’ll just go with fic?

[ninetyminutes]

*skippity-pap sounds* Hello I'm back

Based on my favorite BTS picture of Gabe: Lorne takes a call while Chevy's hanging around his office, winds up sitting on the edge of his desk, and the combo of that sight, Lorne's voice and him effortlessly fielding some executive on the phone makes Chevy feel the need to kiss the life out of Lorne once that phone is back on the hook

OK I literally just saw that photo the other day and had it saved with intentions to use it at some point. I genuinely had something written for almost the exact situation you’re looking for so I tweaked it a little and here you go!!!

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Lorne and Chevy sat together in Lorne’s office, laughing easily, the kind of effortless conversation they’ve come to know. The phone rings, the shrill noise cutting through the room. Lorne groaned, pushing himself up from the couch to answer the phone. He picked up the phone, turning around to lean back against his desk, facing Chevy.

“Lorne Michaels,” he said smoothly.

“Mr.Harrison!” Lorne greeted positively, the way he held free hand to his forehead made him look like he was anything but. “It’s good to hear from you.”

“Yes, sir,” Lorne agreed effortlessly, his voice even and measured. Lorne threw a glance over his shoulder to his desk before he took a seat on top of it. He crossed one leg over the other. A pause. “Oh, of course, sir. I understand completely.”

Chevy watched, mildly amused at first. Lorne pointedly gave him a dry look as the man on the phone presumably droned on and on. Lorne picked up the phone base and set it in his lap, looking ready to end the phone call. Lorne leaned his head back, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, fingers drumming lightly on the phone casing.

“No, no, no, I know. I agree wholeheartedly,” he added, resting his elbow on the phone base. The words rolled off his tongue with such conviction that Chevy almost believed him.

In fact, Chevy had seen Lorne handle a hundred conversations like this before, but for some reason, this one had him utterly transfixed. Lorne turned his eyes to Chevy as he crossed the room. Chevy stopped in front of him, leaning against the desk.

“Honestly, sir, you may not know this, but I’ve been in the industry for a while now, and I have to say—it’s refreshing to hear from someone who really gets it. And I’m not just saying that to be polite,” he added, though Chevy could tell he was feeding the guy exactly what he wanted to hear. Chevy reached up to lightly cup Lorne’s cheek.

“Yes, of course. A pleasure speaking with you as well. I look forward to hearing from you,” Lorne insisted, not taking his eyes off of Chevy. “Really, thank you, Mr.Harrison. Have a great rest of your day. Yes, you as well. Bye now.”

Lorne set the phone in the cradle and put it back on his desk beside him with a soft thud. He turned his head toward Chevy with brows slightly raised, mouth parted just a little like he wanted to say something but forgot how.

“What?” Lorne asked.

Chevy smirked, his pulse kicking up as he leaned in closer, pulling Lorne in and capturing his lips in a deep, bruising kiss.

[samaraxmorgan]

Crack JJK headcanons but it’s all early 2000s uncle Sukuna:

The spiritual successor to Crack JJK headcanons based on nothing but vibes. Send me your own silly headcanons I would absolutely love to read them!!

2003-2007

He desperately tried to make Yuuji’s first word be “fuck.”

He got so sick and tired of having to watch the same Barney VHS tape while babysitting that he ripped the film out and blamed it on toddler Yuuji.

Yuuji always begs him to draw his tattoos on him every time he babysits.

One time toddler Yuuji broke Sukuna’s flip phone in half. Sukuna was too impressed to be mad at him for it.

2008-2013

He brought five year old Yuuji to a Slipknot concert and had him up on his shoulders with big noise cancelling headphones on… and also “forgot” to ask Jin permission to bring him beforehand.

He tried to do a trick on Yuuji’s razor scooter and accidentally broke it.

He took Yuuji with him to Warped Tour.

He got really embarrassed when Jin showed Yuuji his high school yearbook photos of him with a mohawk.

He has a leather jacket with pins and patches all over it and Yuuji LOVES wearing it when he comes over.

2014-2017

He cut Yuuji’s hair when he got into middle school and told Jin “I’ll be damned if my nephew has a bowl cut.”

When Yuuji got into a fight at school he asked him “did you win?” When Yuuji said yes he took him to get ice cream.

He had a white iPhone and dropped it, cracking the glass on the back; Yuuji colored in the cracks with neon pink sharpie.

The first time Yuuji snuck out Sukuna chewed him out when he got back home, telling him “I don’t care if you sneak off, but you fucking tell me next time.”

Whenever Yuuji gets in trouble at school, Sukuna is always the one to pick him up because the principal is afraid of him.

[midoristeashop]

uhh, meow?

I swear they still run wild in my brain I JUST got custody back from art block I SWEAR

also new brushes I’m messing with :D (they’re cute but will probs not use in the future 🙂‍↕️)

[0wavelength]

There is a super big difference when people write Michael. When it’s in Adam’s perspective Michael’s personality consists of a sassy, sarcastic, (sometimes) emotionless dickhead who loves his angel brothers and only one human. The authors make him so likable tho by making him smile and laugh and give him a personality. Like omg, he’s like a feral cat.

But when authors write Michael in Dean’s pov, usually in a destiel fic, he’s a sleez bag and I really hate him.

I prefer midam Michael because those fics are just so good, I wish there were more. ……┌┤´д`├┐

[myokk]

Her kisses were all-consuming and he felt his heart surrendering to her with every gentle nip, losing himself in the feeling of her. Her soft body pressing tightly against him, her breathy moans, the soft hair at the nape of her neck, her taste.

When Eloise finally pulled away from him, breathing heavily as their foreheads pressed together and their eyes locked, Sebastian was dazed and content and...happy. Merlin, he was so happy. Her cheeks were bright pink, and her lips were swollen and red and smiling up at him. His breath caught in his throat - he didn't think he had ever seen anything so beautiful as Eloise in that moment. Sebastian knew that he was grinning like a fool but he didn't care.

Happiness was bubbling up in his body and he was leaning down to kiss her again because it would never be enough and -

She started coughing.

Eloise abruptly pulled away from him, covering her mouth with her sleeve as she doubled over. A terrible, horrible, familiar wracking cough that Sebastian never thought he would hear again.

When she pulled her sleeve away from her mouth, there were little flecks of blood.

They both looked at each other in horror.

"Eloise..." he started, his voice cracking. The balloon of happiness that had filled him burst and he felt himself crashing back to the grim reality that had been his life for too long. Arms hanging limply at his sides. When his voice came out again, it was a whisper. He could barely choke the words out.

"...what did you do?"

their first kiss😇😇😇

[newoozi]

your new friend vernon is walking you home one night, telling you all about the date his mom is setting him up on in an attempt to “get out there more”. he admits it’s been a while since he’s taken somebody on a date, and he’s sort of nervous and half dreading it. he doesn’t even have any idea what he’s going to wear.

the two of you reach the front of your apartment building, and you face to look at him. placing your hands on his shoulders you teasingly say, “wear that navy blue polo shirt of yours. it almost makes you look nice.”

he huffs out a small laugh in response, but the truth is he’s sort of spiraling. you notice what he’s wearing beyond an aesthetic sense? do you pay attention to how the shirt fits him perfectly, how it hugs at his chest and shows off his arms? of course, vernon knows he’s attractive — people swoon over him on the daily, and many times he can get away with not paying for ramen at the convenience store if the girl at the counter is young. but, it never crossed his mind that you thought about him in that way. it was different with you, wasn’t it?

he thinks about that, and you, on the way back to his dorm.

you text him to ask about his date the next night, the curiosity getting the better of you.

how was ur date? did she appreciate the polo?

he admits he didn’t wear the polo, but doesn’t offer any explanation as to why. he adds that the date was going fine until they were saying goodbye and she went in for a kiss on the cheek and he held out his hand. he probably won’t see her again.

you laugh out loud at his message.

when it’s your birthday a week later, he wears the polo to the casual dinner you host at your place with your closest friends. he notices when your eyes linger on his lean figure, and the way you blush when you know you’ve been caught. you’re almost sure he’s worn it on purpose.

[exgirlfiend]

you ever think about the fact that they stayed in the past for several days longer than they needed to and it’s very much implied that swaine was the one holding them back. bc I do

[aftgphoenix]

I’m thinking of a Neil with a kid fic but the kid is one that Neil found abandoned somewhere as an infant and decided to raise them. Maybe after he buried his mom on his way to Arizona?

[here-comes-the-moose]

When I’m writing my Modern AU but then try to figure out and calculate how the life I gave the Batch is financially possible:

[cj-marj]

I have run out of Sung Jinwoo/Woo Jinchul fics to consume. :(

[randomrabbys]

Imagine a like minds summer. Same characters same time, just summer. How would Alex and Nigel meet? Interact? What different exterior force would force them to meet. Or would Nigel seek Alex out due to him being in his radar. (due to his beliefs of their father’s club) lol imagine Nigel stalking Alex and planning a special meet up only for Alex to blow him off.

Alex also living at the school. Imagine the bullshit they’d get up to in a mostly empty school all to their selves.

What were Alex’s father’s rules during the summer when everyone else was gone? (I just know Alex broke most of them) what other types of mischief did he, Josh, and Raj get up too. When and where (if) did they meet up?

Maybe they couldn’t meet up much and Alex would be left even more alone. (Which is perfect for Nigel to get to him)

Alex and Nigel could have also met if both of their fathers brought them to one of their meetings or whatever the club does, and they meet in the early summer. Having around two months. I bet they’d only have a few days or couple weeks of them not bickering.(or trying to hurt one another)

All the victims would still be dead of course, just slightly different situations leading up to the events.

Perhaps one of the rare times that Alex gets to meet up with Josh is when they plan to mess with Nigel. Making Nigel come ‘meet up with Alex’ then drugging him and getting him in the train. Then Josh dies and Alex feels even more guilty.

They could meet Susan at a corner store where she’s working for the summer. Alex would know her because he goes there often to get snacks and better food than the school food. Nigel would still see her as Alex’s Maraclea and would kill her.

Viewing it as a film, I think it would have a bit of a lighter feeling than the original, but still have its dark undertones. A lot of scenes would be at dusk and dawn. (I’m a firm believer in sunrise Alex and sunset Nigel)

Nigel’s death would come with the same fate. It would still be at the train tracks and it would be raining, but the sun would rise just a bit earlier and the clouds would eventually drift off, and Alex would be faced with it all.(being dragged away from Nigel’s body just as the sun peaks through, he is reborn) 9 months from August would be May.

I’d like to think that it would be the summer in-between the last school year. Alex coming back after missing the first month of school due to being detained for questioning. And being known as the faulty son who watched as a boy killed himself after killing his parents. (If the public even knew that) Alex would be absolutely haunted throughout that year. Quiet like he’s never been before. Then in May he disappears and no one can find him. He’s now carrying on Nigel’s legacy. Susans card is found and he becomes a suspect for her death.

But he is free. The weather is warm and Alex is reminded of Nigel, he must complete the cycle.

I would totally write a fic but I have no knowledge of what a teenager 2006 British summer looks like. I don't even know what a 2025 British summer looks like.

[sentryisbbygirl]

Desperately need people to write more of Bob being a badass pls. I can’t do it by myself, I suck at writing 😭😭

[nellectronic]

i am once again angry about how tv shows treat women

[swagglessmoth]

More fanart of “Love will find you (this is a threat)” (READ ITTT‼️‼️‼️) bc I wasn’t happy with the last one I’d made

Alt vers⬇️⬇️

[cherrygummybears]

waking up and checking the scarnash tag this morning

[specific-dreamer]

not out/they don’t know it yet t4t bevbrill short story. this was meant to be bev’s pov idk how brill took over but you go girl more power to ya.

um disclaimer: i am not trans. i think i left it kinda vague enough trust i didn’t but if i did write anything that could be offensive or just #wrong don’t hesitate to lmk!

enough yapping, the title is below and under the cut is the story! enjoy!!

embers falling from the sky (not an asteroid just a shooting star)

it’s 2am they snuck out to some once popular but now frequently deserted make out spot and are sitting on the hood of brill’s car leaning on each other and watching the stars. talking about everything and nothing all at once, then they fall into a peaceful quiet for a moment.

bev’s got old tights on that are starting to grow a hole but she’d be caught dead before she wears a dress without tights. the compensate for it she’s got brill’s jacket laid over her lap.

speaking of which, brill’s got his head in her lap. it’s his favorite but they usually switch when they’re hanging out with the other couples. once though, they didn’t bother switching, and once melvin’s stupid tiny ass made a joke saying it looked like brill was the girl in their relationship.

brill had laughed it off and shoved the kid, because obviously he’s not the girl, but then again. then again, hes thought about that joke a little too often. and he can’t deny the funny feeling he gets in his gut when he thinks about it either. he can’t deny that most times when he thinks about being the girl the feeling is warm and fuzzy

all the other times though the feeling is anything but fuzzy; it’s warm in a way that makes him nauseous and not wanting to look in a mirror for a few days. when he gets these feelings, he usually ends up having to call bev so he doesn’t get stuck in his head.

he has yet to figure out what these feelings mean, but the way his eyes always linger and the pain he feels in chest when beverly shows off her really pretty dresses and extravagant jewelry, brill has a hint. he thinks he knows that’s wrong with him.

he doesn’t plan on saying anything, but he must’ve tensed or something because beverly stops rubbing his back. “are you alright, clark?” she asks.

he tries really hard not to, he’s usually good at it but it’s late at night, so he really can’t be faulted for flinching when she calls him that. he’s not sure why; he’s never had a problem with her calling him clark until melvin opened his big mouth.

“baby?” great, now brill’s really made her worry. he heaves out a faux laugh, that he hopes fools her, and turns to face the stars completely.

he’s trying to avoid looking at her, he doesn’t want to see the anger or disappointment or disgust, when he asks. “would you—“

“yes, i’d still love you if you were a worm.”

he blinks in surprise and snorts out a laugh. brill should’ve seen that coming, he’s asked her that everyday for the past two months now. “thank you; inquiring minds were wondering.”

“oh i’m sure,” she says twirling a peice of his hair around her fingers.

god he loves her, he thinks with a sheepish smile. he risks a quick glance at her, just to get one last picture of what she looks when she loves him, then he swiftly turns his gaze back to the stars.

“did you have another question?”

“ma’am?”

“did you have another question?” bev repeats. “you’re still tense; i can feel it.”

god. he hums in fake thought. “no. im good; all questioned out.”

beverly hums in response and they sit in silence for a while with nothing but the crickets and the hum of the engine to keep them company.

brill was never any good at remembering constellations but he’s pretty sure there’s one shaped like a…

“um, bee-bee?”

“yes, honey?”

alright here goes nothing.

“would you still like me if i were a girl?”

brill counts to thirty before getting an answer.

“only if you’d still like me if i were a boy.”

brill blinks once then sits up to face beverly incredulously. “of course i’d still like you! i wouldn’t i, im in love with you!”

there’s a smile on beverly’s face; one of those smiles that says brill has just made beverly entire day. beverly leans forward and puts both heads on brills cheeks while leaning in for a kiss. “then you have nothing to worry about, do you honey?”

“no?” brill always gets a little ditsy after a kiss from beverly. brills lays back down, a lot more content, before popping right back up. “wait, s-so, so, so you wouldn’t—“

“youre stuttering,” bev interrupts. brill can only hums response. “take a deep breathe, baby.”

it takes a second before brill is actually able to do so. brill takes a second deep breathe, for good measure, before trying again. “s-so, you wouldn’t mind if i, hypothetically of course, this is so totally not real or anything—“

“it’s just us up here, honey. what are you trying to say?”

god this is hard. with a harsh nod of acknowledgment, brill lays down and looks back up at the stars. “so you wouldn’t like, like mind if- if i said i wanted to be the girl in-in-in, sorry,” she pauses shuttering clenching her eyes tight. “in our relationship?” brill stuttered again, but she finally asked! that has to count for something right?

this time brill counts to ten before bev responds. despite the tugging, she doesn’t dare risk a look at bev’s face.

“baby?” bev doesn’t sound nearly as upset as brill thought.

“hm?”

“honey?” this time bev sounds a little more firm.

“yeah?” and it totally breaks brill. god what if this was the last time bev called her honey? what if bev wanted absolutely nothing to do with her now? what if—

“you can be the girl, if i can be a boy and wear all the nice sweaters and vests i bought you.”

oh. there’s that warm and fuzzy feeling again. “yeah?” she asks with wide eyes turning to bev. her voice cracks a bit, but it’s okay.

bev nods a confirmation and, with a quick once over, pulls brill into a much needed hug. “for sure, honey. besides, i bought all my jewelry with you in mind anyways.”

a laugh bubbles out of brill and there’s a huge grin on her face that she can’t shake no matter how hard she tries. even when bev starts yawning, signaling the end of their little “date”, brill can’t shake her smile. “you ready for me to take you home?”

there’s a pout on bev face when he stops yawning, but despite it he says, “yeah. my parents have been missing you if you want to spend the night.”

“have they?” brill asks excitedly, helping bev off the car. “i love our you’re mom and dad; they’re so cool!”

running to her side of the car she can hear bev scoffing. she’s putting her seatbelt on and shifting gears when bev replies, “to you, maybe.”

“sure thing, honeybee. all im hearing though, is ive got their blessing.”

“oh really?”

“mhm,” she hums pulling up to a stop sign.

“i think,” brill jumps suddenly feeling cold hands pulling at her neck as she’s forced to turn her gaze to bev in the passenger seat. “you forgot to ask someone.”

“did i?”

“yeah.”

“what if i don’t want to ask anymore?” brill say with a smirk as she snakes bev’s hand to her letterman pocket.

bev rolls his eyes and pulls his hands out of her pocket. “guess i have to do everything myself around here, even as a man.” right. does this mean brill has a boyfriend now? the thought makes her feel kind of giddy. “honey?” bev asks holding a ring in hand.

“yes, bee-bee? she replies excitedly.

“after a long engagement, will you marry me?”

just to make bev antsy for once, brill counts to thirty before asking, “would i be your wife?”

“yes of course, honey.”

“then yes i will.”