#maybe an edit??? lets gooo

[jacobseed]

im gonna do some things today…. wish me luck

[impostorsshow]

I'm actually so obsessed with him it's not even funny if i'm not listening to a TikTok or music directly related to him I can't focus free me free me

This is @/cherubpuppet's OC for a object show [au? pitch? wip show? How do I categorize this] and I've been destroyed by the fact that ruler art is infinitely superior [and 10x longer] and i don't have a good enough grasp on lip gloss's personality to make fanfiction so I am frozen in "want make fanart but fanart takes effort :["

[kunaigirl]

Man if Helluva Boss existed back in 2007-2009 you just KNOW there'd be hundreds of AMVs and edits of Asmodeus and Fizz with the song "Dirty Little Secret" by All American Rejects and then there'd be even MORE with Blitz and Stolas to the song "Be My Bad Boy" by Cascada YOU JUST KNOW IT

[bubaboos]

how do vloggers do this😶

[taissaswifelowkey]

test and recognise

a/n: horror girlies deserve peace. especially skye riley my girl was stressing give her a break 😭 i was inspired by edits of smile 2 and i saw one with “test and recognise” and wanted to write something about it (i have to find this edit again) i tried to stick to the plot but sort of altered it so it doesn't really stay true to the story? but since reader was involved i had to mix it up a bit. the ending is ambiguous. idk i wanted to try something new, maybe it should have stayed in the drafts. minors, ageless blogs dni please, drop feedback if you have any, enjoy reading let’s gooo

w/c: 2.3k words

warnings: allusions of self-neglect, issues differencing reality? basically, the whole plot of smile 2 but i didn’t do it much justice. proofread but i might have left mistakes behind, let me know if i missed anything else!!

You hesitantly knock on Skye’s door, having been told beforehand by her mother and Joshua that she’s been “uncharacteristic”. He looked nervous, his usual polite smile and engaging presence toned down to a shaky voice and hunched posture. You look down at the paper bags held in one hand. A few of Skye’s favourite snacks as well as her favourite takeout. Maybe that would comfort her? Or maybe she’ll just send you off.

You’re not even sure why you’re here.You don’t recall the last time you’ve talked to Skye in person. Maybe it was after her fall out with Gemma. Who also happened to be your friend, and you would always be together along with Skye. You were then in an awkward position and did not want to fuel the already disastrous atmosphere. Of course you still texted and called her whenever you could, when you weren’t on press tours or scheduled to be on carpet interviews. That of course lasted for a little while, your calls and messages soon went unreturned. But even after hearing about her personal incidents, you passed your best wishes for her to her mother and left a note. It was the least decent thing to do.

The door slightly creaks open, a wild pair of eyes flickering between yours. Her blonde hair falls messily in her forehead and you catch a glimpse of dark circles underneath her eyes.

“Skye?”

She stays still for a minute, eyes squinting at you before she opens the door a tad wider, confusion written all over her face.

“What are you doing here?” She grumbles, her voice low and hoarse, a tone of accusation nearly ripping through her utterances.

“I’m…”

Saying that you’re here on the behalf of her mother and assistant doesn’t sound like the most appropriate response. Nor does “I thought we’d catch up”. She waits, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Did Gemma send you?”

“No…?” You trailed off, not sure as to how you should handle the painfully uncomfortable situation you’re in.

“Was it my mom?”

Not being the best at hiding your emotions, you purse your lips mouth opening and closing to give an answer when she huffs and opens the door.

She doesn’t look back or wait for you to come in, presuming you’d do it on your own like you had many times when you and Gemma were invited for sleepovers. You close the door behind you, following her to the kitchen. Placing the bags down at the counter your brain is wrecking to come up with words instead of being left in this blank haze.

“What’s that?” She points the contents with her head, only registering them now.

“Just something I thought I’d get before stopping by.” It’s a progress, you think. She hasn’t kicked you out yet.

“Was that under my mother’s advice too?”

You feel like you have to tread the line, judging by her questions and current state. You don’t want to be overbearing. But you don’t want to make it seem like you don’t care about her either. Even though she has progressively cut you off through the years.

“You know I never come empty handed.” You attempt to smile, nervously clearing your throat. It was the truth. Though its reminder had no effect on Riley. She just stares blankly at you, before leaning on the counter, dropping her head in her hands. She doesn’t say anything for a while and you feel an uncomfortable and almost murky aura creeping through the room again.

You do wonder why Skye’s mother chose you out of all people to check up on her. This is something that needs to be handled professionally and not just friendly care.

The bag rustles. Skye holds the plastic bag and crushes it, her knuckles turning white before she releases it, gradually.

“Is it real?” She whispers, not looking up at you, her hands going to crush the plastic again. Your silence makes her look at you. Truly look at you for the first time since you’ve gotten here. A look of examination, not a fleeting one.

“What…?” You hesitantly murmur, not wanting to ruin whatever it is that was happening. She holds onto the bag again, this time ripping it piece by piece.

“Is this real?” She repeats, not bothering raising an octave. What’s the use? This could be her lucid dreaming again. In a couple of hours she’ll wake up alone in her apartment. You’re just something present at the back of her subconscious. Maybe it’s the rot playing with her again. Or her brain guilting her into talking to you and Gemma. Her eyes bore into yours again, trying to memorise every single detail. From the way that you dress to the subtle furrow in your brow. This is the closest thing she’d ever get to normalcy.

Her words and actions worry you more than it is confusing. She chews on her lips, frantically running her hands through her hair. You’re afraid she’ll rip her scalp with how rough she’s being.

“Skye…” You slowly raise your hands up, then face your palms down, taking a deep breath. In all truth you don’t know what you’re doing. But you don’t want to see her like that. It pains you more than anything.

She looks down at your hands, her eyes tracing the lines of your palms. Her hands itches to touch yours, anything to ground herself in this reality. Or in this dreamlike reality. Anything. She lets go of her strands, a few fragments of her hair whisking away, before dropping her fingers to the counter. You don’t move your hands away, leaving them as it is.

She slowly reaches for them. She wants to take her time in this reality, in this world, where it does not feel like terror. This is the peace that she’s been wanting.

Her fingers start with the skin of your wrists, tracing your veins. They’re not delicate but do not stop your breath from hitching. She presses down on your pulse and you hope she cannot exactly feel how fast it is racing. She then movies to your palms, tracing its individual lines, and does the same with your fingers. The position is a bit awkward but it doesn’t stop her from lightly pressing on to them every now and then. She feels the monster taunting her, whispering mocking words

You’re going to wake up soon, Skye.

“This is real. I promise you.” You don’t dare raise your voice above a breath, letting her hold on to you. It’s painful but you endure it.

Your hands were so warm. She could melt at how delicate and soft you were. She never wanted to let go. She caught on to what you said. She just couldn’t take it into account. Not with her tears slowly brewing her eyes, blurring everything. You gently let go of her, causing her to raise her head in panic, but you join her behind the counter. You slide your hand towards her again, speaking earnestly.

“I promise you.”

Don’t believe what you see. It’s only a matter of time before she leaves.

She takes your hands and collapses in your chest, letting her tears escape. She didn’t want to feel terror anymore. She didn’t want to feel this weird pressure on her chest again. She wanted to start over again. Back to where everything was simple and easy.

You let her hold on to you, her hands clutching your clothes in a visceral grip. You can feel her tears damping them. Her makeup stains silk probably leave traces behind. And yet, you hold her close, impossibly close to you. She can feel the thrum of your heartbeat, the fabric of your clothing. You still wore your signature scent, sweet and subtly woodsy.

“Are you real?” She sobs, taking a risk to pull back, not caring if she’ll wake up anytime soon. Or if you’ll go away.

Instead of answering her, you reach for her fingers, tracing them to your wrist until she can feel your pulse. You hold her free hand and trace her wrist until return, before feeling her own pulse.

Wordlessly, she crashes into you again. Though she is calm, her body is still wracking with tremors.

“I don’t want to wake up. Don’t want to go back.” She babbles over and over. You still don’t understand, but you figure that the last thing she needs is to be alone.

“I’m not leaving. Ever.”

Not again, you wish you could say.

You repeat soothing words until her tremors die down. You don’t know how long it has been since she’s been in your arms, but you still repeat the same words until she’s completely slack. Much to her protest, you guide her to the couch, promising that you’ll be back.

You go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. You make sure to come back quickly, not wanting to leave Skye alone.

“Here.” You murmur, placing the glass of water on the table. Before you can ask anything else, she gulps down in one shot.

“Do I need to bring another glass?” 

She shakes her head, pulling you down to sit with her.

“No, just…stay. Please.”

“Do you need me to heat up the food?”

“No, later. Right now I want you to stay with me.”

And you do.You stay for as long as she needs. She leans into you, dropping her head to your shoulder. It’s a comfortable silence, not the dreading kind that she’s been used to.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what? You know I’ll always be here for you–”

“I know, I know. And that’s the problem. I…look, I haven’t always…I have not been a good friend. Not to you, not to Gemma. I had shit to deal with and instead of being honest I closed up on myself. And now it feels like it’s ruining me, everything. I just feel…rotten. Like I’m decomposing every minute.” She rambles. She doesn’t know why she’s saying this to you. probably because she knows this is the only place she feels safe.

You bring her closer to you, taking her hands in yours and squeezing them, encouraging her to speak.

“I’m lost. So lost. And it feels that at every turn it feels like I’m being pushed back.” her voice wavers, tears threatening to escape her eyes once again. “It’s like there’s this weight pulling me back. And I don’t know what to do. Like…like…like it’s always coming back for me again to pull me back again.”

You rub soothing circles in her back, fighting back your own tears. If you knew how she felt, you would’ve done more than just sent her mother messages. You would’ve reached out sooner, let her know that you’ll never leave her. 

But would it make that much of a change?

“Do you think I’m insane?” She mumbles against your shoulder, tracing the patterns of your hands. “And be honest with me.”

Your furrow your brows, taking her hands in yours, lightly squeezing them.

“You’ve been through a lot. For you to be standing here…it takes a lot of effort. You’re stronger than what you think you are, Skye. And you’re valid for feeling this way. You’re not insane, Skye. If anything, I think you’re brave.”  You try to keep your voice level, making her eyes meet yours. “And I can’t imagine half of what it’s like to…to go through so many things. But you’re not alone. There are people who care for you.”

For a long minute she questions if you’re just saying that to make her feel better. But by the look on your face, the same serious and gentle expression she’d come across with multiple times, she knows…or hopes, you are being truthful.

She lays in your arms again, her eyes closing as sleep slowly takes her whole. She tries to fight it, not wanting to escape. You notice, and grab a nearby blanket, comfortably draping her in warmth. She can’t fight it back anymore.

“It’s okay. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Don’t let me go.”

“I won’t.”

She falls asleep right after that.

°

You’re not here anymore. She does not have a real idea of how long she has passed out, but she cannot feel your warmth anymore. Her blanket is still draped around her, she can still feel the ghost of your arms. She doesn’t dare speak out, in fear of this rot to come back at her.

It was the first time since she has had a dream that was not a nightmare. At least she can count herself lucky.

You had to wake up eventually, the rot mocks in its gravely voice.

She pinches the bridge of her nose, passing a hand over her face until it reaches her hair, wanting to rip off her strands. She cries, swearing into the emptiness.

She looks down at the reflection of the glass table, looking down at the glass of water along with a little note

in case you wake up, i’m in the kitchen

She grabs the note, looks at it confusedly. She can’t hear the rot mocking her anymore. Or she can, but it’s…weak? It’s like it’s dying.

Her phone is on the table, there are messages of her mom and Jacob. It must be an illusion.

“Skye, what’s happening are you okay?” You rush in the living room, you don’t even have time to finish your sentence before she crashes into your arms, nearly toppling you over.

“You’re here. You’re here.” She babbles, over and over, not letting you go.

You hug her back, softly whispering soothing words.

“I’m sorry, I just went to get some food for you–”

“No, no, it’s okay. You’re here.”

You don’t question her, letting her speak. Her arms laces your waist, smiling in relief at your warmth, your scent, the feel of you.

She pulls back to meet your eyes, holding your hands to her cheeks. The rot is fighting to make an appearance, yelling, screaming, roaring insults. You wipe her tears with your thumbs, kissing her forehead.

“I’ll always be here.”

Her knees buckle, her entire body feels lightweight. Her mouth feels dry, deprived of water. You’re quick to catch her in your arms, sliding down to the floor.

“You’re here.” She laments, her eyes fluttering close, missing how you reached for your phone to call for help, drowning in silence and emptiness.

[sqfewrd]

Hi :> I saw you're open for requests now (btw I'm really liking "moonlight"😖♥️) and I wondered if I could make a request?

So, maybe a fem!reader (reserved and kind of nerdy) that has a bit of a crush on jj but never talked to him, bjt one day reader and her friend are invited to someone's backyard party and someone on the party "playfully" scoops reader and threatens to throw her in the pool, but reader has some kind of trauma with pool/sea so of course she's freaking out. And jj maybank, seeing the unknown girl in the verge of tears, steps up to her rescue (because boy might be popular but not a bully<3). Idk, I just think protective jj is hot af

HI LOVELY!!! Thank you so much that actually means a lot 😭😭, This is so cute and so Maxton hall coded!!

Popular!jj maybank x shy!fem reader

warnings: mild language, mentions of drugs (weed and coke), aquaphobia, blood, jj being an absolute sweetheart, ‘not edited !

My first request! thank you anon 🙂‍↕️ hopefully I don’t disappoint you…

“It’ll be fun!” Gina promised as she practically begged on her knees, y/n eyed her carefully. “I hate kook parties, you know that” Gina rolled her eyes, huffing.

“jj maybank’s gonna be there” y/n side eyed her, shrugging her shoulder. “So?” She acted indifferent, ginas jaw dropped. “What do you mean ‘so’?! jj freaking maybank!” She all but yelled, shaking her shoulders. “I’m over him” y/n lied pushing Gina away.

“Oh fuck off! You were literally drooling over him this morning!” Y/n sighed, playing with the ends of her hair. “Fine, I’m not over him, he’s too dreamy, but I am definitely not going to a kook party just to admire him from a far” Gina rolled her eyes flopping down onto y/n’s bed.

“Why do you hate me?” Y/n sat huh down next to her. “Huh?! I do almost anything for you! Why can’t you do this for me?” She pouted dramatically, y/n groaned feeling bad. “Fine” she gave in. “Yeah! Let’s fucking gooo!” She jumped up, cheering. “You so won’t regret this babe!”

She regretted it the second they walked through the door. “What the fuck” she mumbled under her breath. They pushed past people making it into the giant kitchen. “What do you want?” Gina asked her, eyeing the available drinks. “Just get me a Coke” Gina nodded walking away. “Oh look, a First timer!” A voice rang from behind y/n, she turned internally groaning, Rafe Cameron.

“Hi” she nodded awkwardly, he gave his usual cocky smirk. “Hello” he leaned in, disrupting her personal space. “What are you doing here?” He tilted his head, his fingers grabbing a strand of her hair and twirling it, his breath reeked of beer. Y/n shrugged, this was uncomfortable. “leave her alone rafe” Gina returned, handing y/n her soda can, a red solo cup in her other. “Gina” Rafe’s smirked faltered. “Rafe” she sized him up, he inched back.

“Have fun” his gaze returned to y/n, before pushing past them. “He’s still so scared of you” y/n laughed, cracking open her soda. “Of course he is, I’m still the only person that has knocked him out” they cheered their drinks.

Gina had left y/n alone after her third solo cup, she was making out with some blonde in the corner and y/n sat on the couch as they passed around a joint. She grimaced, the smell strong, maybe it was better than the white powder that sat on table but the smell was terrible, she stood walking out into the backyard.

She saw the giant pool in the middle, making note to not walk too close. Rafe and topper sat at the edge of the pool. . “Yo, bro” topper tapped rafes shoulder. “There’s y/n” he whispered, watching you. “You should throw her in the pool” he laughed, his eyes bloodshot. “Bet” Rafe laughed, chugging down the last of his beer.

Y/n walked over to the snack table, disappointed she hadn’t seen jj. She munched on some pretzels, thinking about the blonde haired boy. “First timer!” Rafe yelled from behind her as he lifted her, catching her off guard. She yelped, coming to as she saw the giant pool inching closer. “No! No!” She yelled trying to free herself, rafes laughter grew, as he held her over the pool. “Please! No!” She sobbed, her hands gripping his shirt as he tried to throw her.

“Hey! What the fuck man!” another voiced boomed, she felt herself drop, the water engulfing her, her eyes closed, everything went black for a second.

She felt arms wrap around her, gasping for air as They brought her back to surface. “I got you” a voice spoke softly carrying her out of the water. “I got you” he repeated. He made sure she was okay before turning to rafe and decking him in the face, the people around gasping as he stumbled to the ground. He straddled him punching him over and over, y/n sat on the floor coughing up water as people rushed to get jj off of rafe.

jj raised his hands in surrender, his Knuckles bloody, from both their blood. He cupped y/n’s face, “let’s get you warm” he helped her up, leading her back into the house. “Y/n/n” Gina gasped as she stumbled over. “I’m okay” she sniffled, grabbing at Gina’s hand. “I’ll take you home” she slurred, jj cut in. “You’re drunk, I’ll take both of you home” Gina glared at the blonde.

“Thank you” y/n spoke, her clothes were now damp as she stepped off his truck helping jj get Gina off his truck. “Don’t mention it” he reassured. “Kiss” Gina drunkenly giggled, y/n glared at her. “Sorry she’s a different type of annoying drunk” jj just smiled, they let Gina stumble inside, leaving them alone on the porch. “Thank you” y/n repeated. “Stop thanking me, anyone would’ve done it” she shook her head. “No they wouldn’t, they would’ve laughed and left me to drown” jj shrugged, rubbing his bloody knuckles. “Those look really bad” he laughed. “I’ve had worse” she grabbed his hand, inspecting them. “We should clean them before they get infected or something” he shook his head ready to protest. She grabbed his hand pulling him inside, leading him to the bathroom in the hallway. She grabbed a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and peroxide, soaking cotton pads in them.

“This is gonna really sting” she warned grabbing his left hand. He nodded preparing for the sting, he hissed, his right hand clenched.

She cleaned both hands, placing bandages on the cuts he had. “Now we’re even” he joked with a grin, she gave a small laugh, looking up at him. “Can I ask…um” jj rubbed his neck awkwardly. “Feel free to not answer but… why didn’t you just swim?” He felt stupid. “I don’t know how” she admitted avoiding his eyes. “Oh” she nodded. “I know, I live in the obx, how do I not know how to swim” he shook his head. “I’m not judging just… surprised” she looked at him unsure.

“Is there a reason…?” She shrugged. “Uh, I don’t know… I guess I just always had a a fear of water, drowning mostly” he hummed. “That makes sense, water is not very trustworthy” she smiled. “Exactly!” He laughed, and then, They both got serious, their eyes flickering from their eyes to their lips, jj leaned in, y/n met him in the middle, initiating the kiss, her hands in his hair, his pink bandaid littered hands on her waist.

Gina stumbled into the bathroom pushing past the pair, kneeling by the toilet and vomiting. “Oh god” y/n kneeled down, holding her hair back. “Great way to cockblock me g” she mumbled under her breath. Rubbing her best friends back.

AN: finished this during a rush at work hopefully it’s not too bad it took me like 3 days I REALLY hope you enjoy it anon!! thank you (maybe I’ll make a part two..) 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️⭐️⭐️

divider by me

[infinityinakiss]

arcane incorrect quotes: act 1 fam edition

vi: we need to distract these guys.

claggor : leave it to me.

claggor : centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. discuss.

mylo & powder: *immediately begin arguing*

//

powder: what the hell was that?

mylo: *picks up a flashlight* only one way to find out!

claggor : wait a minute! you don’t go TOWARDS the spooky scary banging!

vi: yes we do, claggor. we always do.

//

vi: i give up. i am so tired.

mylo: get the emergency supply!

claggor : *carries powder and places them in front of vi*

powder: *smiles*

vi: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO

//

vi: A SPIDER!

mylo: KILL IT! SMASH IT!

claggor : BURN IT!

vi: STAB IT! WITH A KNIFE! GET ME THE SHOTGUN!

powder: aw, it’s so cute! look at it!

//

powder: and here we see vi and mylo in their natural habitat. texting each other variations of the word "garlic bread" to try to make each other laugh.

vi: gaelic bread.

mylo: grueling brad.

vi: ha ha, glamorous beans.

//

mylo: FUCK THE CHAIR. PARDON ME FOR MAKING MYSELF COMFORTABLE DURING A SINCERE HEART TO HEART DISCUSSION WITH A DEAR FRIEND IN NEED!

mylo: BUT THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME TO CEASE STRADDLING THIS DEEPLY OFFENSIVE PIECE OF FURNITURE! AWAY WITH YE, FOUR LEGGED TEMPTRESS! DISTRACT US NO MORE WITH THE MOST BASIC AND UTILITARIAN FORM OF COMFORT YOU SUPPLY!

powder: mylo just threw a tantrum about a chair.

powder: i just won mylo tantrum bingo.

//

claggor: trouble at 2 o'clock!

mylo: *looks down at their watch*

mylo: now, how do you know that?

//

powder: we need a way to lure in new customers?

claggor: maybe we could have some fun, interactive events!

vi: mylo bath water.

mylo: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

//

powder: you know, when I first met you i thought you were a real bitch.

mylo: what changed your mind?

powder: oh, now i know that you’re a fake bitch. why do you ask?

//

claggor: do you support gay rights?

vi: i’m literally gay.

mylo: they’re avoiding the question!

//

mylo: would you take a bullet for me?

claggor: …yes?

*vi angrily burst into the room*

mylo: *running away* great, thanks!

//

mylo: hey, do you know anyone who can teach me to play the trumpet?

claggor: why?

mylo: i want to wander around playing it to annoy powder.

claggor: technically, you don’t actually need to know how to play the trumpet well for that.

mylo: claggor, you have opened my eyes.

//

mylo: *sharpens knife* we've got ways of making people talk.

mylo: *cuts piece of cake*

powder: …can i have some?

mylo: cake is for talkers.

//

vi: sorry i'm late, i was doing stuff.

mylo: YOU PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!

//

mylo: i think we should have glow stick juice injected in our bones when we're born, so if we break our bones, we get a fun little surprise.

powder: what's the surprise?

vi: blood poisoning.

[kanene-yaaay]

Bonds, Friendship and other strange things that are affected by it

Kanene’s notes: It’s been! A long time!! What a hello! :D Uhhhh, tbh, I am not sure when this is going to be posted because I haven’t finished writing the ending yet but at the same time I can’t think of an ending for it so dfgthyujuhygtffg let’s see which part of me will win when this comes out xD

(Edit: So, I came here to post it unfinished but !!! a suden lighting of inspiration striked me so!! dfhyujikjh yay! another fic! lets gooo)

Warnings: None. Around 1000 words of Lee!Percy and Ler!Grover because those two are incredibly fun and cool to be around and think about.

[~*~]

Grover cared about Percy. He really did. Of course. No one would create a bond that can possibily cost your life with someone that you didn’t trust as if the own Destiny had intertwined your existences to follow each other at the hardest times. Especially if that other person was a half-blood that was more into fights, problems and almost-death situations than most teenagers could admit.

So, yes, he loved Percy. He was his friend. His best friend. And maybe a brother, but this title was already well placed in Tyson and he was not about to fight a three foot tall cyclop for it. He had enough fighting and marrying cyclops for his life. Thank you very much.

Anyway. Love and Care. Yeah.

But this was starting to get ridiculous.

Happiness and joy exploded in his chest like fireworks being set off just under his skin, leaving his entire body with a buzzing, kind of tickly feeling running just about everywhere.

"My gods, Percy, I am not even touching you!!" He had to almost physically bite the giggles that threatened to spill from his throat.

Percy wasn't so lucky. His face was already beginning to be tainted with red by both the unstoppable onslaught of titters and snickers and the embarrassment of Grover being absolutely right.

"Shut up, shut up. You're so stupid, this is so stuhuhupid!"

"Really?" Grover rested his hands on the other's sides and almost jumped in surprise with the phantom feeling of ticklish shock that made his body want to curl in a ball of protection.

It was no surprise when the younger began kicking and crackling even before Grover squeezed the tickle spot as if his life depended on it.

"Pehercy! There is no way someone can be that ticklish!"

“Shuhut it!”

And that was the thing: Percy was actually NOT that ticklish. He swear that he wasn’t! If he crumbled just with the slightly hint of wiggly fingers and a couple of squeezes, Annabeth would have destroyed him on all their playful debates for now. Damn, if he was that sensitive, he wouldn't have survived his own childhood with a mother that was as sweet and as lovely as merciless during an attempt to cheer her son up.

But he couldn’t articulate this. Not when that dumb bond could make him feel not only his own butterflies flying and dancing crazy on his stomach, but also that sunny feeling of a playful joy that he was sure that came from Grover's pride making the Son of Poseidon, who survived two gigantic wars and another countless life-threatening fights, die with just some digging on his ribcage and oh, shit he was getting higher, nononono-

"Stohohohop!!" He arched his back, hands holding Grover's wrists but too much weak to push the scribbling fingers that were focusing too much in that awful space between each rib to be fair away. He was sure the entire world could hear the way his laughter got higher and louder even before Grover decided to close his hands in fists and drill his knuckles on the skin. 

For a moment Percy almost regreted embarassing his friend in front of Juniper, but the feeling almost as quick as it was gone. 

"I hahahahate this. I hate this so much!"

Grover didn't even falter for a second, barely stopping to acknowledge the happy warmth - like watching the sunrise in the beach with your favorite people around you - that definitely wasn't only his taking over his senses before answering. "Yes, Percy, of course you do. Just like fishes hate water, but you do."

"I'm serious!"

"I am literally agreeing with you, dude."

"No, you're not!"

"Now you're just making stuff up."

And before Percy could protest more Grover decide to finally end the other's suffering and worm his way to the armpits with ease pratice, barely fliching at the honest-to-the-gods scream that came out from his friend's mouth before he fell in silent laughter, his entire body shaking with every giggle and hands twitching between hiding his face every time another snort was fished from his throat or keep trying (and failing) in pry the offending fingers from their unfair, drilling attack on the ticklish pits.

A faintly sound of leaves moving was the only warning that they weren’t alone anymore. Grover smiled even before the so known amused voice called their attention.

"Oh, it's you. I thought the Stymphalian birds were back for revenge. Hi, seaweed brain."

“Hey, Annabeth!”

With all the noise, Grover was surprised Annabeth took as long as she did to appear.

Percy seemed to think otherwise.

"No!" Suddenly his efforts to escape got 10 times worse, which, since he really wasn't trying to truly get away from the very beginning, made it see like Grover was fighting against an old lazy chihuahua. "How did you find us!"

"Did he interrupt your date again?"

At the reminder, Grover fred the rest of his fingers to claw at Percy's belly - right above his bellybutton, wehere were storaged the best collection of snorts and shrieks, while his thumbs were still drumming on his armpits.

"Yes." He had to shout above the other's high pitched laughter. "And it's Kill Percy Thursday!"

“How could I forget?” The blonde started cracking her fingers, making bubbly excitment run so quickly and strongly in his senses that Grover had to stop the tickling to snicker, instinctively fliching away. Annabeth eyed both of them with a glint of fondness and amusement that did nothing to hide the pure mischieviousness taking over her expressions. “By the way, I think I am owned some revenge since someone decided to prank me with those fake books last week.”

“It was good knowing you, dude.”

Joy and warmth and pride and care chasing each other in his chest while he tried to keep the daughter of Athena away from his tickle spots with no sucess.

The things he had to put up with because of his friends, really.

[brights-place]

HELLOO!! I was wondering if we could maybe gets some fluff dating headcanons for Demo from Trollstopia? Have a nice day and remember to eat and drink something!

Demo Dating headcannons𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

Pairings: Demo X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Cursing

A/N: Okay the episodes whenever I see demo appear I get all smiley like a idiot because he's such a sweetie !! thank you for this request lovely Im doing this secretly in class do don't tell anyone teeheee (ΘεΘ;) - DEMO DATING HEADCANNONS LETS GOOO! - Demo is actually a bit of a softie at heart and can be surprisingly romantic. - This man is such a sweetie being able to show you love and affection whenever he can - "He parties HARD but cleans up the mess right after" something you enjoy to say to others to tell that he is fun but is also responsible something you loved about him! - Demo loves to show off his musical talents and will often serenade you with a mix of Rock and Classical music.

- NGL !! I see him as a bit old-fashioned and loves to treat his partner to romantic dates like candlelit dinners and long walks in the park together - though if you wanna rock out he will gladly take you to parties

- He's also a bit of a hopeless romantic and can be quite sensitive when it comes to matters of the heart

- He has a soft spot for small cute things and will sometimes surprise his partner with plush toys or other trinkets that he goes around finding that remind him of you - He enjoys surprising you with small gestures like bringing flowers or leaving romantic notes for you to find sometimes there in the bathroom mirror

- Despite being a rock troll he still has an appreciation for the finer things in life

- You both jam out for fun together and having fun - THIS MAN KNOWS HOW TO COOK AND CLEAN HE IS PERFECT! he rocks out and vibes with you whenever btu makes sure to take care of you and pepper you with love - Demo's voice soothing and light as he chatters about nothing and everything at the same time when he's around you but that doesn't mean he still isn't rockin out - His love language im thinking is physical touch and words of affirmation !! - Whenever you get sad and text demo he's kicking down the door with your favorite food and blankets - He Would act all tough but would drop it the moment your either tearing up or seeing you get super excited over something - But most of all he cares for you no matter what and I love Demo he's so sweet <33

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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[obsessedwithyouxx]

Heya there✨ If you're up to it, I'd like to just leave this here: Can you write a little fluff of the gang as kids, perhaps maybe like 6 years prior to the events of the novel?. Maybe adding all their little antics they get up to and making sure they remember to get home in time for supper because Mrs Curtis is making lasagne. Or the gang making sure they include a young Ponyboy in a game. I thought that would be pretty cute and I've been craving fluff lately, and having a look at your writing, I can tell that you'd be perfect to deliver something delish!✨ Good Luck!! -🐦‍⬛

Yessss I actually love this type of fic let’s gooo!!

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG🥲🥲

Enjoy!!

(btw this isn’t reread or edited so there will be typos is js can’t stand reading back on my own writing sorry)

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The ringing school bell was Sodapop’s saviour, as he rushed out the classroom door, finally free from the teacher’s relentless yapping.

He ran down the school hall towards where his best friend, Steve’s classroom was. He’d told Steve he’d wait for him, because his teacher always kept their class back later, and Steve didn’t feel like walking home alone.

“Sodapop, no running in the school halls.”

He groaned, but slowed to a walk as he reached the door. He glanced in the window, searching for where his buddy sat.

From behind, Two-bit crept up on him, swiftly grabbing him and pulling him away from the door. Two-bit was the grade above Soda and Steve, he should probably have been two grades above, but he’d been held back.

Soda groaned as his friend decided to mess up his hair which had been sitting neatly under a baseball cap until then.

“Stop it Two,” Soda half giggled, half groaned.

He struggled in his grip, finally managing to slide away.

The door to Steve’s classroom swung open, and in a flash, Steve was outside. “Hey Soda,”

“Hey Steve-y” Soda singsonged.

“Where’s Johnnyboy?” Asked Two-bit.

Both boys shrugged; Johnny hadn’t mentioned walking home with them. “Let’s go find him then.”

After a few minutes, they found Johnny standing over by his locker, smiling as they came up to him.

“Hey Johnnycakes,” Two-bit smiled,

“Hey Two-bit” Johnny responded.

Two turned around to address Steve and Soda, ask if they wanted to hang around at the lot after school, but they were already gone, halfway down the hall, Soda running, chased by Steve into a flying tackle.

Johnny rolled his eyes, glancing over at Two-bit who was laughing as a teacher tried to break the boys up.

“Sorry miss.” Soda said, looking down at the ground. “We ain’t really fighting.”

He flashed her a charming grin, he may not always be well behaved, but he was well mannered, and knew how to charm his way out of anything.

The teacher gave a short nod, before turning away.

The four of them made their way out of the school grounds, having decided to head to the Curtis’ house for a bit.

Soda swung the door open, and he and his friends tumbled into the house.

“Hey Darry,” Soda smiled. The rest of the group gave their various greetings.

“Hey Soda, hey guys.” Darry said happily, getting up from where he sat on the living room sofa to playfully ruffle his kid-brother’s hair.

“Hi Johnny and Soda and Two-bit and Steve!” Came a smaller voice.

“Hey Pones,” Soda smiled. “Did Dad pick you up from school?”

Ponyboy nodded.

The group sat around the house for a bit, turning on the television. After less than five minutes, the group started to get restless.

Two-bit was making dumb jokes and elbowing the others, Steve was laughing back at him. Johnny was glancing around, like he wanted to stand up. Soda was chasing Pony around the room, for no apparent reason, just to get rid of some of his endless energy.

It ended up being Mrs Curtis who got them all out of this house.

“You boys look bored, don’t you.” She smiled. “Why don’t you all go Outside, come home before dark though.”

The group ran right out the front door.

“Soda,” Steve groaned, “Why’s he coming.”

Steve shot an unhappy look in Ponyboy’s direction. In response, Soda shrugged, he didn’t mind that his kid-brother was there.

Honestly, Soda didn’t think Steve actually hated Pony, he just wanted to look tuff or something.

Finally, they ended up at the lot after roaming around town for a little bit. Darry, who had tagged along regardless of the fact that he was a fair bit older than the others, had found 20c in his pocket, which had resulted in a crowd of young boys filing into a corner store, causing a ruckus, and leaving with a bag of chips and a coke.

A little later, Dallas Winston showed up, cigarette between his lips. As he made his way towards the group, he made his presence known by kicking a pile of scrap metal that someone had left there, the bang echoing through the lot with a bang.

“Hey Dal!” Called out Johnny.

“Hey Johnnycakes.” Dally smiled, grabbing a handful of Johnny’s long hair and ruffling it up.

Johnny laughed, “You’re gonna pay for that man.” And he got to his feet, playfully jumping and tackling Dally to the ground.

“Ahhh, he’s got me, someone save me, I beg of you!” Dally called sarcastically.

Steve gave a laugh, taking a running leap and landing right on top of the two boys.

One by one, the rest of the gang joined the playful rumble, which somehow turned into a game of tag.

Finally, as the boys began to grow tired, they sat back down, around the lot.

“Look at the sunset, Soda.” Pony smiled, shaking his brother, who had been animatedly telling Two-bit something funny that had happened at school that day. Soda turned to face Pony, smiling, and following his kid brothers gaze.

“It’s pretty tuff, right?”

Soda smiled back at Ponyboy. He didn’t share his brothers interest in literature or the world around him, but he did love Pony, so he nodded back happily.

“Mrs Curtis said be home before dark.” Two-bit pointed out.

Darry nodded in agreement. “Well we’d probably best be getting home.”

Ponyboy sighed unhappily. “It’s not even dark yet and it’s not that far of a walk.”

Soda smiled, “Yeah Darry, c’mon.”

Darry knew his mother had put him in charge, he was the oldest after all, but still, he didn’t disagree that it would be fun to stay a little longer.

“Fine.”

That statement was met with happy cheers from the group.

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I honestly would write more and I absolutely love this request, but my creative side is just not doing what I wanted it to at the moment, and I don’t want to keep you waiting any longer!! Hope this is okay😭💪💪💪

also I wasn’t sure what to do about dally, bc I don’t know if he would’ve been in ny or what at that point (if their ten year olds he was in jail buttttttt) so I js chucked him in there n ignored that stuff :D

[macdenlover]

a few more weeks until im done with school forever and ever and then i’ll be here full time churning out soooo many drawings and fics and meta and edits and an animatic and maybe that one video essay project i gave up on and whatever the hell else thats been rotating in my brain for ages lets gooo

[half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk]

Louk's Bad Batch rewatch pt 5 !!!

Actually starting tbb now let's gooo!! It's a long ep so this is gonna be a long one so buckle up kids 💕

(edit: I decided it was way too long lmao so I'm breaking it up into 2 parts)

Bad Batch 1x01 (part 1)

fyi my phone is on 66% and I hate that very much

the way the clone wars logo burns into tbb one 👌

Depa Billaba 👑👑👑 AND BABY CALEB MY HEART 😭

"Hey clanka" ~ TECH ILYSM

Tech straight up kicks a droid just bc he can lmao iconic

knife knife knife knife

Crosshair's snow slide 🙌

Grey why are you so moody bro 😂 the regs just hate them sm

Caleb's intro of the batch 😭😍

"We're all ya need!" ~Wrecker @ me

the dad batch adopting Caleb 💕

"Execute order-" YOU SHUT UP RN

remind me why I'm doing this again lmaooo

Crosshair's body language changes a little each time the others say "order 66" and that makes me feel like the chip activates a little more each time he hears it

LIGHTSABER IN THE SNOW 💕

Poor Hunter sounds so scared when he thinks Caleb is going to kill Crosshair 😭 the way his voice changes 💔

Hunter is SUCH a dad omg

Echo translating math for Wrecker 🥺

why is Crosshair still wearing his helmet!! I hate it here

the way Hunter knows Crosshair is looking at him even with his eyes closed 👀

Crosshair with his sassy crossy arms 😂

their faces when they see the lightsaber drop 😭

why does their room smell so bad 💀💀

the board !!! show Anakin !!

LULA 💕

Tech explaining the regs programing, I wanna know if he ever saw Rex's report about Fives 🥲

Wrecker smashing Crosshair in the face with Lula 💀

"You're more machine than man, percentagewise" BRO-

Echo's dramatic sigh count is already up to like 3 lmao

👀 Omega

Palps 🤢

Tech was looking at his datapad and he still somehow noticed that Hunter was distracted

Not the imperial march 😬

Crosshair: "Republic, empire, what's the difference?" Tech: murder ???

Hunter sensing Omega !! It kinda looks like he's counting the footsteps

okay but she's just so tiny 🤲

"What's that?" ~ Wrecker @ Omega💀 bro was with a kid like yesterday and loved him, new kid comes along and he's like 🤔

Tech really scanned her 😂

Hunter with his hands on his knees!!! bending down to her level!!! what if I cried!!! 🥺

Tarkin EW 🤢

all the clones getting food idk why it's so adorable but it is

Wrecker making a scene 💀

"Hopefully not mental, clearly we'd never pass that" relatable

Omega: 😁 the batch: 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

she really thought they already forgot about her stop it 😭

"I like you" ~ OMEGA MAKES TECH SMILE 👀

aaaaaand Omega's adopted

Echo's so done with them all fr

Crosshair throwing his lunch tray 👌

I wanna see how the fight endeddddd

"I'm staying until he wakes up" 👀 ep 7 foreshadowing

Echo's ptsd 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Omega ptsd baby what did they do to you 💔💔

I want Azi to mention Fives to Echo so bad 🥺

"You owe me 2 credits" they're betting on Echo's survival pls 💀

Echo's sigh count: 5?

can everyone stop roasting Echo for 5 seconds ??? lmao

"Maybe this empire things not so bad after all" WRECKER DO NOT SAY THAT

"Gimme more!" ~ me @ star wars

TARKIN FOR TARGET PRACTICE NEXT PLS

the hand signals 💕

Tech's turn for a piggyback ride

Wrecker calls Tech buddy 🥺🥺

"Wrecker knife!" I'll never get over the lack of need for communication between them Wrecker just tosses it and hopes for the best

Wrecker picking Tech up 🥺🥺

aaaand I'm cutting it off here bc otherwise it's gonna be hella long

tysm to everyone who has been keeping up with these 💕💕💕 y'all are so sweet

I'll be posting part 2 of episode 1 a bit laterrr just to break it up a little hehe

[brown-little-robin]

top 5 favorite textures! top 5 characters that you relate to! top 5 ceramic ideas you'd love to make someday! top 5 memories/experiences from this summer!

!!! LET'S GOOO

firm waxy texture, e.g. leather or bagel skin

soft fluffy blanket

water when you swish your whole hand in it

my own fingertips

smooth glass, like polished marble

Maia Drazhar (the goblin emperor)

Murderbot (the murderbot diaries)

Shigeo Kageyama (mp100)

Owl (winnie the pooh)

Tim Drake (batman comics)

AGH WHAT HAPPENED TO MY LISTS?? ok edit to add spacing

a hollow wizard tower complete with dragon(s) and wizard and dice rolling functionality (they roll down inside the tower and come out the doors into the courtyard)

a big sleeping wolf...... curled up... fluffy, with articulated fur.....

clay furniture like beds and armchairs, some of them maybe with animals on them,, that would be So Neat

a jewelry dish like a seaside with seagulls on it and a melted blue marble for the ocean !!!

a ceramic reproduction/interpretation of the painting The Wounded Angel by Hugo Simberg!

Visiting my uncle in San Francisco!! WHAT an experience. fascinating. challenging. fun. we ate lots of food from different cultures and played Scythe and read Attack on Titan together and went to a bar with his friend group. I was on an airplane for the first time in my adult life. YEAH

Visiting Nightwing :333 always a great time!! @called-kept you're so easy and fun to be around. we did fanfic writing together, and watched some ATLA, and ate delicious noodles!! and went to the zoo!!!

DOING CERAMICS! nothing brings me more joy. I was made for this and it's been so nice to have my clay and tools literally in my bedroom. what a beautiful studio even if it's small

writing letters to my friends on the porch!! soaking up sun and scratching away on my envelopes.... that's what life is all about

getting into JoJo's Bizarre Adventure 🥰 it's so campy and silly and interesting and unabashedly terrible, and it's been SO fun texting my uncle (yes, the SanFran one) about it, among other people.

[penwrythe]

New textures and shaders updated, LET'S GOOO!

Explanation below!

Textures updated were Diffuse and Normals with the painted cracks, also a "normal" combiner node setup to combine overall baked procedural shadows with a baked Normal texture from sculpt, updated Glossy map with cracks masked and combined with it using Krita.

Arm texture is baked procedural texture on Diffuse, Glossy, and Normals (edited to rid of artifacts and an additional shadow map to create permanent shadows in certain areas.

All painted (non-procedural) textures were done with Ucupaint. New Toonshader Node setup was from How to Make a Toonshader series by Lightening Boy Studios!

Had to do a bunch of toonshader tutorials to see which one best fits with my illustration style and the most easiest to edit on the fly.

The Official LBS 2.1 shader would have been great to use, but it is sorely out of date since it was last updated for Blender 3.4. Their tutorial series, however, still works for 4.2 (and maybe onwards) since it used mostly easy to find nodes in Blender, but still lacks the layering system and other advanced stuff from the official LBS 2.1 shader. There is a new shader made by someone else that seems to mimic LBS layering system, L.S.M Layer Mask by Liquid State Anim on Gumroad! See tutorials on L.S.M here!

[mellarked-katnisseverdeen]

Reread thoughts Part 3 lets gooo~

Firstly, Peeta and his RIZZ in the interview. He knows this game, and well and does what he has to in order to maybe use his time to help Katniss. The idea that this was some sneaky, sly way of forceing Katniss into a relationship with him is just...insane. So stupid.

I stand by a headcanon I shared awhile ago about Ceaser potenally being maybe empathic to the Districts. Not outright supportive of any rebellion or anything but sees the fear and worry of the tributes enough to help them out.

Moving on, actually TOTALLY forgot the first moment on the roof top was, actually? Kinda a tense moment between Katniss and Peeta? Like he was def frustrated with her not understanding his persective. Both of their feelings are vaild, at the end of the day and considering the moment they are in, it makes sense. Though I also do have to snicker at Peetas comment about his mom, and her response. Peak teenage pettyness.

The terror is so palpable in this part of the book it makes me want to cry. These are kids, and it's a proformance for almost everyone around them. It only gets worse and as a grown adult it makes me want to scream. Ever bit of fear makes me want to scream 'this is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong-'

CInna calming Katniss after the interview and before going into the arena make me melt and hurt at the same time. I know we all reject FInnicks death, even Prims. Can we also reject Cinnas? Lets him be at Katniss and Peeta's wedding maybe, make ADOREABLE baby clothes for toastbabies. CInna is such a genuinely lovely person and it's no wonder he and Katniss connect.

Contrast to Effie. Whose book couterpart just makes me want movie Effie.

I am being so intentonally slow this reread and it is driving me mad...I want to get to Katniss's connection with Rue, the rule change and everlark. In all reality I want to get to CF the worst. But no. Not gonna start skimming XD.

EDIT: Gone back and fixed this. But I need everyone to know in typing this as fast as I did, I mispelled CInna as 'Cinnia'...HOW I am not sure but I did and I'm gonna let everyone laugh about it XD.

[kronprinz-rudolf]

nine people I want to get to know better 💌

tagged by @aboutyoutoo <3

LAST SONG? I.. have no idea. I haven't listened to anything in a while somehow sjsh

FAVOURITE COLOUR? used to be black and purple. edgy kssh. now idk, maybe still the same

CURRENTLY WATCHING? classic doctor who I guess, just reached first episodes in colour hehe. also technically in the middle of watching succession and breaking bad but those are on hold for unspecified time skshh

LAST MOVIE? the fellowship of the ring extended edition heh. had a movie evening with friends

SWEET/SPICY/SAVOURY? not spicy x)

RELATIONSHIP STATUS? idk what does it mean when your girlfriend doesn't mention you in this question :// in a polycule with the crown prince I guess :///

CURRENT OBSESSIONS? hmm feels like all of them are rather dormant right now x) maybe ace attorney since I'm finally continuing playing it <33 and online virtual pet games sjshs

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED? patchwork gene

uh tagging, do it if you want <3 @sad-and-t1red @ihateornithologists @lost-in-the-land-of-stories @hyacinth-tea-party @cait-stop-tagging-all-the-people-I-know & anyone who sees this let's gooo