#most pathetic boy in the world💛

[hoofpeet]

2 doodles in the same vein

[apiratefellinlovewithastar]

do I have to pick, can I just ask all the Rick & Morty ask game questions at once 😂

ay Bri 😂😂😂 honestly I’ll let you do it because I KNOW that if I don’t answer them rn I’m gonna forget and then get lazy about it 😂

adding my beautiful gf’s ask here as well 💗

Morty my absolute beloved 💛💛💛

Domestic Beth for sure

Yes, those two were romantically involved and fucked nasty 100%

I saw someone saying Wren and honestly? Such adorable and fitting name!!! I love it so much. This is canon now

iirc adult swim ordered 10 no? so that many, hopefully an extra one or two xD

metaphorically speaking I would smash Young C-137, pass the old one lol. (but I would totally smash Miami)

Is it really a villain if he’s done nothing wrong, ever, in his life? (Evil Morty ❤️💛)

HOOOO BOY. This is the hardest question yet! I love most if not all episodes for one reason or another. But my top 4 categories are the BAMF Morty ones, the break-up ones, The Citadel ones, and the Rickbot ones.

The ones where Beth or Jerry take the spotlight, regardless of how little or much 💀

My least favorite characters are both Beth and Jerry, funnily enough. They’re awful parents and while I would enjoy their narcissistic and/or manipulative behaviors otherwise, they stopped being alluring the moment I fell in love with Morty (instantly). Baby boy’s well-being comes first now and forever

Mistreating Morty 🔪 *inserts community meme template* I can excuse genocide, but I draw the line at making the baby sad

Not at all! While their voices are part of their essence, it’s not what makes the characters themselves. It’s not the end of the world. Dubbed shows are proof of it. Besides, vocal chords change all the time!

ALL MY BELOVED RNM MUTUALS <33333

Morty and Summer!

Ohhh!! that’s an easy one. Any scene where Rick thinks he’s being subtle about his affections for Morty, regardless of how one perceives them. It’s just so funny to watch that pathetic old man trying so hard to repress his emotions and STILL come off as jealous, possessive, or a simp. Morty has him wrapped around his little finger and Rick KNOWS it. He HATES it so much it makes him look stupid and yet he STILL complies. [chef’s kiss]

Ahhhhh. Best Season is 3 or 6.

Worst one is, hmmm. Maybe 4?

something something death of the author etc etc

“Nobody exists on purpose, nobody belongs anywhere, everybody’s gonna die. Come watch TV.” and “You can’t help it. You were bred for it.” and “Every version of us spends every version of all our lives in one infinite crib built around an infinite fucking baby.” Honorary mention to “little junebug.” They live rent free in my brain 🥰

SUMMER 💗💗💗

[happi-tree]

i request one about your hermie boy! i feel after last week that you have many thoughts on him!! and i wish to hear them!!!

Lemon my lovebird!!! Hi 💛💛💛 *Vibrates at the speed of light* I have SO MANY GODDAMN THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS BOY. THING.

HERMAN UNWORTHY. If that is his real name. Voted most gender of all time and also WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS GUY DOING. I stg if he peaces out of the podcast I'm going to scruff him like a sopping wet cat. While crying. I love him I hate him I miss him I am very conflicted about him I support his crimes but also I'm putting him on trial for emotional damage. He doesn't make any goddamn sense and tbf that's kind of iconic of him! I'm honestly just very obsessed with his incomprehensible... everything. He's a theater kid who method acts so hard that he loses himself in the process and he is APPARENTLY so committed to the scam that he got half of his body permanently disfigured??? He was just some Silly Anagram Generator-Ass Guy (who's also a girl. who's also a calzone. who's also every Batman villain in existence) who accidentally stumbled into realizing that he has never been human actually and also that these four disaster teens are the only people keeping the world from ending permanently??? But also maybe he's known everything all along??? We just! Don't! Know!!! I NEED to put this pathetic fruit under a microscope and study him like a bug what is his Deal. Every day he induces mental crises. But he's just so silly and so gender so I still love him 💚💚💚

[pappydaddy]

sunflower (j.b.r.)

a/n: this is for the lovely @i-always-come-back-xoxo who wanted a john b fic (from my 500 follower celebration) with the song sunflower vol. 6 by the harry styles! i hope you like it lovely💛!

p.s. thank you for spamming me with requests from my celebration! these and the steve blurb i made are single-handedly fighting off my writer's block!

tv show/movie: outer banks

pairing: john b. routledge x fem!reader requested

based off sunflower vol. 6 by harry styles

synopsis: john b is infatuated by a girl he spots at a boneyard party one night

taglist: @rottenstyx | @boxofsilentwords | @popeheywardssecretgf | @lexi-2004 | @i-always-come-back-xoxo | @rootbeerfaygo | @luvhanns

*line through your user means i could not tag you lovely!

warnings: fluff | reader is described as wearing a yellow sundress

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- not my gif -

Standing at the keg, John B took a swig of fresh beer from his solo cup. His brown eyes scanned the crowd stretching across the beach from over the rim. The entire island's teenage population had to be at the boneyard tonight (including Tourons). Some people were off to the side, sitting in the sand as they talked, sipped their beers, and just enjoyed the weather that the middle of June brought them. Others danced, sand being kicked up around their ankles. Others sat around the many bonfires.

Pulling the cup away from his lips, John B swallowed the chilled liquid, cringing at the cheap taste, but relishing in the aftertaste. Might be cheap beer, but it was beer. As his eyes passed over the designated dance area again, the crowd shifted in just the right way that allowed him to see her. The girl in the yellow sundress who was dancing without a care in the world. Her eyes closed, her hands in the air before occasionally trailing along her face and body as she swayed to the music. Her lips moved to the lyrics of the music as she sang them.

She glowed in the setting sun, her face glistening with carefree happiness. If John B hadn't just swallowed his beer, he was confident he would have spit it out or choked on it at the sight of her and her sheer beauty. It was as if she radiated beauty just standing there. Just like a sunflower.

Watching her, he found himself greedy. Wanting to see her at all times, to have her just for himself to look at - like a melody made just for him. He wanted her, he wanted to talk to her, to kiss her, to feel her. But, yet, here he stood, staring at her with a slack jaw and wide eyes. Even if he wanted to get to know her, he couldn't. He seemed to be tongue-tied. Shaking his head, he stood straighter and closed his mouth. Fixing his sunglasses, he slipped his hand into the front pocket of his shorts, flexing his bicep and looking off to the side in hopes of her looking over.

"Just go talk to her." Kie shoved him as she disposed of yet another discarded solo cup in the trash can next to John B. Stumbling, John B glanced towards the girl to see her eyes now open and looking in his direction - a hint of a smile on her face. His cheeks flushed (something that never happens to him) at the idea of her seeing the pathetic stumble.

"I'm not going to do that," John B shook his head. "I am going to look like a fool in front of her and that is the last thing I want to do," He admitted, looking over at Kie who nodded, looking right past him. "And besides," He continued, rambling off onto a tangent as he thought about kissing her in his kitchen in the most domestic way possible. "She is her and I am me, why would I even entertain the thought of talking to her-"

"Ouch," A melodious voice cut him off, startling him. Looking behind him, he saw the girl in the yellow sundress closer to him. He could see the colour of her eyes, the slope of her nose, he could see everything better and up close, she was even more breath-taking. "Hard not to be offended when the cute boy who caught your eye doesn't even want to talk to you." She teased.

"I- Uh- It's- I didn't-" John B stuttered over his words, his eyes wide and mouth open again.

"Relax, I know you didn't mean it like that. We can start over," She suggested, extending her hand out to him. "I'm Y/N. I just moved here."

"John B. I've lived here my whole life." He said before he could stop the words. He flushed again but she didn't seem to care.

"Well, John B, you're gonna give me a dance then you can show me around a little," She told him. "Maybe we can end the tour at your bedroom?" John B was sure that if he had been taking a drink, he would have spit it out or choked on it at the innuendo.

"Whatever you want, Sunflower."

[aomine-ryo]

Aomine x kise knb

Fluff 💙💛✨

Aokise : first kiss!

Thanku 💙

I kinda made it a bit angsty in the beginning lmao idk why. This takes place after the kaijo-touou game, for context. Hope you like it!! xx

Scenario: Kise and Aomine’s first kiss (aokise)

“Come on Kise, let’s get changed,” Kasamatsu said, holding out a hand in front of Kise’s frustrated face. Amber eyes fixated on the floor, Kise did his best to fight back tears as he took his friend’s hand. “You fought well. You’ll get them next time,” Kasamatsu said, rubbing Kise’s back as an act of reassurance.

Kise limped to the changing room in silence. He really thought he could win this time. But who was he kidding? In the end, it was Aomine he was fighting against. When has he ever won against him?

But for a moment, he felt as though Aomine was finally looking at him. He wasn’t simply being brushed aside like he always was. Perhaps that’s what threw him off. After years of chasing after Aomine, he was finally noticed. And for a split second, a warmth spread through Kise’s heart, only for him to be put back in his place immediately after.

He told himself that he’d finally confess how he felt towards Aomine after this game. But how could he possibly face him after a loss like that? He was sure he’d just burst into tears if he saw those dark eyes right now. How pathetic. He let his feelings get in the way of a victory. It was hard to separate the two though. After all, the boy he was in love with just annihilated him in an official game.

The warm shower water slid down his skin, washing away the escaped tears as it swirled down the drain. He couldn’t stay here forever. He had to leave the locker room at some point. He told his teammates that he’d be fine alone so they headed out without him after much hesitation. Kise eventually dried himself off and put his clothes on.

What now? He didn’t feel like eating. And he didn’t want to go back home yet either. Maybe a walk would be nice.

The blonde gathered his belongings and headed out of the arena, mind numb and heart flurrying. But as he stepped out, he was greeted by the last person he wanted to see.

“My god, you still take forever to get ready, don’t you?” Aomine said, hands buried in his pockets as he approached Kise as though it were the most normal thing in the world.

“It takes time to look this good, Aominecchi,” Kise said sarcastically, forcing a smile onto his face. The last thing he wanted was for Aomine to know how hurt he was about losing.

Aomine let out a deep chuckle that left Kise on edge. “I’m sure it does. You played well. How’s your leg doing?”

“It’ll be alright. Looks like I still can’t beat you, huh?” Kise sighed, making sure not to look Aomine in the eye.

“If it’s any consolation, you came real close,” Aomine said. He could tell that Kise didn’t want to speak to him right now. As much as Kise was putting up an act, Aomine could see right through him. He didn’t know when he learned to detect it, but he knew when Kise wasn’t okay.

“Not close enough, I suppose,” Kise said, staring at the ground like it were the most interesting thing he’d ever seen. We’re Aomine’s feet always that much bigger than Kise’s? Huh, he never noticed.

A silence fell between the two as Kise searched his mind for something to say. He so badly wanted to tell Aomine how he felt, but the only thing he could focus on at the moment was not crying in front of him.

“Are you heading home?” Aomine asked, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, I should probably get going,” Kise lied.

“Hey, um, let’s go get something to eat first. You must be starving. It’s on me,” Aomine offered, not wanting to split ways just yet.

“It’s alright, I’m not that hungry, thanks though,” Kise refused.

“Are you sure? I was thinking we could go to that restaurant we used to go to together, back in the Teiko days. What was it called again?”

“Grill En Rose?” Kise said, stomach grumbling upon remembering how good the food was there.

“Yes! That one. And was that a grumble I heard? I knew you were hungry,” Aomine grinned as he put an arm around Kise’s shoulders. “Come on— for old time’s sake.”

The smell of Aomine’s cologne wafted through Kise’s nose, bringing him both comfort and panic. He really shouldn’t be going out with the boy he just lost to. Moreover, he shouldn’t be going out with his crush at a time where his emotions were extremely vulnerable. And yet, “Alright, fine,” he muttered.

“There we go,” Aomine smiled triumphantly as he walked by Kise’s side.

The walk to the restaurant was uncomfortably silent. It didn’t take too much thinking for Aomine to realise why it was like this. It was usually Kise doing all the talking and conversation initiation. But it seemed like the cheery blonde he knew was out of it today. What was he thinking, inviting Kise out right after he beat him in a game? No wonder Kise wasn’t talking. It was his fault. The longer the silence dragged on, the more Aomine came to realise that this was an awful idea. But it was too late now.

They finally arrived at the restaurant and they took their seats across from each other. Once they placed their orders, Aomine looked at Kise expectantly, though he didn’t receive any eye contact in return. In fact, Kise hadn’t looked at him straight all night.

“Looks like neither of us have changed our orders, huh?” Aomine said, trying to get Kise to talk in some way or the other.

“Yeah,” Kise said curtly, fiddling with his fingers as another silence fell between the two. “Hey Aominecchi, why’d you call me here?” Kise asked after a few minutes.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve rarely hung out with me since middle school, so why today? Did you want to rub the loss in my face or something?” Kise asked, tone harsher than his usual bubbly one.

“No it’s nothing like that. I don’t get to see you often, and this is the first time in a while so I figured we might as well go out while we’re here you know?” Aomine explained. Kise went silent for a moment, almost as if he didn’t believe Aomine. “Well, there’s also one more thing.”

Kise’s head finally perked up for the first time that evening. “What is it?”

Aomine hesitated for a moment. Was now really the time to bring it up? “You know what, never mind. I can save it for later.”

“No, say it now. God knows when I’ll get a hold of you again,” Kise insisted.

Aomine let out a sigh. “I don’t really know how to put it into words yet. Can we save it for after dinner?”

“Alright,” Kise responded.

Once the food arrived and they dug in, Kise seemed to cheer up ever so slightly. Perhaps he was hungry after all. The blonde finally began to initiate conversation with Aomine, talking more like how they always would about stupid things that didn’t matter. His warm smile briefly returned for a moment, making Aomine soften up as he gazed at the sight.

“What? What’s wrong?” Kise said, snapping Aomine out of his trance.

“Huh? Nothing, why?” He said instantly, taking a bite out of his food to appear more nonchalant.

“You were just staring at me. Is there something on my face?”

“No no, there isn’t,” Aomine replied.

“You better not be lying,” Kise warned half jokingly as Aomine simply chuckled in response.

Once they were done eating, they left the restaurant in a heated not-so-serious argument.

“I told you that I don’t mind paying!” Kise whined, whacking Aomine’s arm.

“Yeah well, I said that dinner was on me before we got here, didn’t I?” Aomine shot back.

“But still, you could’ve at least let me pay for the drinks.”

“Too bad. Just let me be a gentleman for once, will you?” Aomine said, making Kise burst out into laughter.

“Oh my Aominecchi, the gentleman? I never thought I’d see the day that that would happen,” Kise teased as the two of them began to walk along the pavement.

“Shut up, dumbass,” Aomine snapped. “Hey that park we always used to go to is right around the corner. Wanna walk around there for a bit?”

Kise thought about it for a moment. He was supposed to be mad at Aomine, yet he was actually enjoying himself with him. He was laughing with him as though they didn’t just play a game where he lost. What happened? “Yeah sure,” Kise replied, letting his feelings for Aomine get the best of him. Every moment he spent with Aomine was dangerous, almost as if Kise was a ticking time bomb of emotions waiting to explode. If anything, he’s surprised that he made it this far into the night without either confessing to Aomine or bursting into tears.

The two of them walked along the cobbled path of the park that was illuminated by the dim street lights. A light breeze blew through their hair as they walked past the empty children’s playground.

“Remember when we used to hog the swings after practice?” Aomine reminisced with a smile on his face.

“I can practically hear Midorimacchi yelling at us to get off them,” Kise laughed. It went quiet for a moment as they both seemed to play back memories in their heads. “Hey Aominecchi, what was that thing you wanted to tell me earlier? Back at the restaurant.”

Shit, he was hoping that Kise would forget about that. “Oh, right. Well, this might be a bit weird for me to say, um, how do I put it?” Aomine stuttered as they both stopped in their tracks.

“Any time now,” Kise joked, beginning to grow nervous by how much Aomine seemed to be hesitating.

“So like, I know that we’re friends and stuff, and we’ve known each other for a while— no wait, let me rephrase that, it sounds cheesy,” Aomine paused to mutter to himself again.

“My God, why are you so scared, just spit it out,” Kise laughed.

Aomine’s eyes met Kise’s and for a moment, time seemed to freeze around them. All Aomine could think about was how gorgeous Kise looked, even under this dim park lighting. His amber eyes seemed to sparkle and Aomine’s lips ached to press themselves against Kise’s.

“Eh, fuck it,” Aomine mumbled before succumbing to his desires and pushing his lips onto Kise’s.

Aomine’s arms snaked around Kise’s waist, sensing how shocked the blonde was by the way his body seized up.

What on earth was going on? Was this just one of Kise’s dreams? Aomine Daiki was kissing him.

His mind went into a frenzy, trying to figure out what was going on, and yet his body seemed to be perfectly fine. The initial shock wore off and Kise was now melting into Aomine’s touch, locking his arms behind Aomine’s neck to pull him even closer.

It was real. And it was better than either of them had ever imagined. Their lips melded into each other’s as though they had finally found their missing piece. And perhaps it was the chocolate milkshake Aomine had ordered, but his lips were surprisingly sweet— Kise couldn’t get enough of it. Kise had his fair share of kisses before, but none of them lit a spark in him like this one. His heart was racing so fast that he was certain that it would zoom out of his chest at any moment. The musky scent of Aomine’s cologne filled his lungs as all his previous worries faded away like it was nothing.

The moment passed and Aomine broke away from the kiss with a exasperated smile on his face.

“Woah,” was all that Kise’s shaky voice could muster as he took a small step back.

Aomine’s fingers ran through Kise’s hair, “You’re a damn good kisser— who would’ve thought?” he said as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Upon hearing that, Kise immediately whacked Aomine’s arm away from him, even though he did enjoy having his hair played with. “What’s that supposed to mean? Of course I’m a good kisser— don’t be surprised,” Kise snapped.

“Okay okay, geez. I was messing with you,” Aomine chuckled, messing up Kise’s hair.

“Tch,” Kise tutted in annoyance as he tried to fix it. “So, what now?”

“Well now, you’re my boyfriend,” Aomine grinned cheekily.

“Hold on, I don’t remember agreeing to that,” Kise said, unable to fight back the dorky smile that was spreading across his face.

“So is that a no?” Aomine questioned, knowing full well that Kise was not going to say no— it was written all over his face.

“Shut up and kiss me again, dumbass,” Kise smiled, pulling Aomine in once again and reconnecting his lips with his. As he felt Aomine’s smile against his lips, Kise knew that nothing could beat this feeling. As much as he tried to resist Aomine in the beginning, he was glad he stuck around. Because this was definitely worth it.