#my apologies i hope this is okay :3

[saintsheriff]

⠀⠀IN HIS ARMS, LENA HAD GROWN QUIET AND STIFF. she'd simply walked back into his life two days ago, ending what had been years of wondering about, grieving over and missing his little girl. the world today never seized to amaze rick. for tonight, he was sat on the sofa with lena. as if the world had not ended and the time had not passed. maybe she was visiting from college. lori had just served dinner, carl was showing off his new toys to lena and rick had just opened his second cold bottle of beer.

⠀⠀SHE'D COLLAPSED INTO HER FATHER, and he was singing to her. something he sang when she was very young, or to embarrass her in her teenage years. alexandria was quiet, 'cept for the hushed tones that rick repeated the lyrics in. ‘hang your head over, hear the wind blow-- len?’ he pauses, noticing a shift in her body.

inbox: @lostgrimesgirl / i'm fine, just... give me a minute.

⠀⠀RICK OBLIGES IMMEDIATELY, pushing her gently to arms length and observing her. it was so long ago since he had been reunited with lori and carl. the memory was vivid, but the feeling was somewhat faint. he couldn't truthfully imagine what lena was going through. his little arlene. she doesn't look fine, but rick would not pry unless she wanted him to. she is her own woman. however, his fatherly concern is evident all the same.

⠀⠀TAKE YOUR TIME, he whispers to lena. ‘me, carl, judith... we ain't goin' anywhere’ rick places a hand on his daughter's knee, coupling it with a reassuring squeeze.

[r0semultiverse]

Small indie artists in need of support for moving out by September!

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[nekobami]

(Jerry Smith) Pov: you pushed Slug Jerry out of his human disguise with your mean attitude.

Slug Jerry is now upset at you and thinks you're a monster.

(late) day 2 of this challenge.

[pretentiouswreckingball]

I WISH YOU WOULD WRITE A FIC WHERE DRACO IS A PINING FUCKING MESS JUST SO PATHETIC ABOUT HARRY PLS LOOPS

A loud thud. Someone dropped a book a few tables away and Harry stirs besides him making a noise as he settles, but still doesn’t wake up, deep in his slumber. Draco looks around to see if anyone notices but no one is paying attention to them, to Harry specifically.

Only Draco pays that much attention to Harry. Always has, always will.

Arms crossed on the desk, supporting his head, Harry face is towards Draco and has been ever since the class started and he fell asleep mid lecture. He hasn’t move since, just stirring every now and then.

Draco doesn’t wake him, doesn’t have the heart to do so, not to Harry who drags himself around the castle looking death on his feet whenever Draco finds him in the corridors. Draco loathes the sight of those dark bags under his eyes, a permanent feature ever since… Since.

There’s another noise, a bang, and then a yelp. A crease appear between Harry’s eyebrows, mouth pouting a little in discontent at being disturbed in his sleep. Draco has to suppress the urge to smooth the frown with his thumb. Quick glance away to make sure no one pays them any mind, slowly, Draco raises his hand and put his finger over the crease, of course he does.

Draco is a weak weak man.

Light as a feather his touch lingers, as he lets his thumb trace the edges of Harry’s face, mapping his features ever so softly, delicate, tracing the invisible cracks Draco sees with so much clarity, much to his own cracked mask.

First his eyebrows, then his nose, the curve of his cheeks. He traces the golden skin that seems to glow under the light of the sun pouring from outside. A contempt sight leaves Harry’s lips at Draco’s dutiful administrations and Draco cannot take his eyes away from him.

Funny thing, imagination. Makes your mind wonder about the impossible, like what your life would’ve been if you didn’t make the mistakes you made or who would you be if you were someone else. Anyone.

Anyone. Anyone. Anyone.

Or, when the mind is as twisted as the man, it makes you wonder how the lips of your so-called enemy would feel under yours. No, not an enemy. Hasn’t been for a long time. Are they as soft as they look? Yes. Yes.

The noise around them increases suddenly and because he has been so lost in Harry, Draco doesn’t notice the class is over. Only when he sees movement in the corner of his eye, ginger hair approaching, Draco snaps his hand away.

“Alright, mate?” Weasley eyes the sleepy form of his friend first and then, looks towards Draco. Draco nods.

“Harry, wake up, the class is over,” Granger shakes Harry’s shoulders a little bit, to wake him up. And then, a little rougher when he doesn’t stir the first time.

Eventually, Harry awakes, startled at first wildly looking around, fear settled on this features but quickly melts as his gaze lands on Draco besides him. His body visibly sags in relief.

“Time to go, Harry,” Granger repeats and Harry looks away, gathering his things quickly, shoving them without finesse in his book bag. “We have to hurry if we want to catch Hagrid,”

“Yeah, yeah, coming,” Harry makes a motion with his hand towards the corridor so they can wait for him outside. With a final glance on Draco’s direction, they go.

Draco tries to linger but his things are all packed and ready to go so he doesn’t have an excuse to stay. Without looking his way, he adjusts the strap of his book bag and walks away without a word.

“Draco, wait!” Harry calls after him and Draco stops and turns around.

“Yes?”

Harry’s things are packed and he stands in front of him, hair a mess. Draco wonders, not for the first time, how it would feel under his touch.

Harry shuffle on his feet. “Thanks for not telling on me, that I fell asleep in the middle of the class, I mean.”

Draco nods. “Don’t you worry about it. All is well.”

“Yeah okay,” he tries to advert his gaze, two seconds later his eyes are on Draco again. A warm pleasant feeling invades Draco suddenly. “Also, er, I just wanted to let you know some of the Eight Years are planing a party in our common room before the hols and I was thinking that maybe you want to go?”Harry’s cheek turn the prettiest shape of pink with every word he says and Draco gets a little lost at the sight and takes a few seconds extra for his brain to register what he just said.

“I— I don’t think anyone wants me there,” he says, swallowing the shame.

“I want you there,” Harry frowns in confusion, as if the thought of anyone not wanting Draco is preposterous.

Now is turn Draco’s turn to feel his cheeks on fire. “I— I’ll think about it,”

“Yeah, okay, fair enough,” Harry smiles the most dazzling smile at him and Draco can’t help to return the favor, only with a most reserved one.

“Harry!” They heard Granger call.

“Coming!” Harry shouts, never taking his eyes of Draco, “See you later?”

Draco nods, “Yes. Later.”

And with that, Harry turns around and walks out. Draco hears his voice fade alongside Granger and Weasley’s and waits another five seconds before walking out himself feeling lighter than he ever has been.

If that night, Draco’s dreams are plague with wild raven hair and beautiful pink cheeks, that’s no one business but his own.

the complete version now on ao3!!

[seawing-vibes]

Some images of my Tsu plush from Creep Cat Toy Co. !!! I love her lots one of my fav plushes <3 !! Her glow spots are glow-in-the-dark fabric ,, its super neat !

[balladetto]

hh...hii.

[mel-loly]

Dont mind me:3

I- Tsu.. You didn't need to... But.. Yeah, uh... Thanks..😅💛

(no pressure, but if you can read the tags, I'd be happy! and that doesn't just apply to tsu but to everyone)

[beedlemania]

do you have any thoughts on mike and the other boys taking care of davy when he’s all baby?

Of course I do!

Taking care of Davy makes Mike feel needed. As exasperated as he is when the guys get into trouble, he loves being their leader and helping them because it gives him a sense of purpose. As the older brother of many (according to monkee mother), Mike always finds himself doting on the others. They obviously look to him when they’re in trouble but for the little things, Peter just lets it happen but Micky always protests because ‘I am a legal adult, Mike’. Davy on the other hand, is like the holy grail for Mike because Davy needs doting on. He’ll help him do all the little things like brush his teeth and button his shirt. At first Davy pretends he’s going along with it for Mikes sake but he finds himself relying on Mike when he goes baby. Davy’s always clinging to Mike, holding his hand, attaching himself to his leg, getting a piggyback ride, or grabbing onto his arm. It helps Mike feel grounded and he gets less negative thoughts when Davy’s hanging out of him because he’s physical proof Mike is wanted and needed.

The Monkees have a plethora of bath toys but… no bath. Whenever Mike thinks Davy needs some sensory play he’ll get out a big bowl and fill it with water and bubbles and put the toys in and let Davy play. They sometimes do this out on the beach with a hole of seawater Micky digs but it gets them a few odd looks. Davy loves playing with water the same way he loves playing with sand (like that one scene that I’m pretty sure made it into the season one theme where he’s just running sand through his hands).

The little kid costumes (Monkees mind their manor, monkee vs machine, captain crocodile, Goldilocks sometimes) are clothes that Davy just wears sometimes. When he’s all baby one of the other guys will pick out his outfit and help him get dressed. Davy can do it by himself but he likes the others pampering him. He also puts up a fuss and refuses to put his arms through the holes because he thinks it’s funny.

Like @androcola ‘s posts (that I think were based off an ask by @scoobydoomidnightblue ), the Monkees have communal naptimes. I think this mainly stemmed from Davy needing a nap but refusing so the others had to pretend it was for their own benefit as well (they do love it though). I think even when he’s all baby, Davy’s still stubborn as ever so he’ll protest all kinds of care but love it really. He’ll enter a room silently, all ready in his jammies with his blanket in his hands, and the other guys are like ‘nap time!! Everyone down!’ And they all cuddle and fall asleep.

Peter takes care of Davy a lot more than the others expect him to. Peter loves taking care of Davy because 1) he loves Davy, simple as and 2) it makes him feel responsible. Since they share a room in S1, Davy always crawls into peters bed after a nightmare or just when he’s feeling extra soft and snuggly. Peter sings him to sleep and plays with his hair. He sometimes braids Davy’s hair and that’s why his hair is left so long. Peter also has no concept of money so whenever he has some, the fridge may be empty but Davy always has a new comic or something to play with.

Davy always gets too distracted to eat. The cereal boxes on the table get his full attention during meals and he’ll always be doing the crossword or whatever game is on them. Because of this, Mike has to spoon feed him. He’ll tuck a towel or napkin into Davy’s shirt as a bib because when Davy’s not paying attention he forgets to open his mouth and spills some milk and they do not have the cash to keep going to the laundromat. (Micky always gets up early to find whatever toy is in the box, then puts it back for Davy to find.)

Sometimes Davy goes full baby and the others drop everything to take care of him. Davy will go mute and communicate through pouts until he gets what he wants. The others bundle him up and cuddle with him and Mike will read to them, or Micky will tell/act out an animated story. Like irl Davy, Davy needs to be close/touching someone to sleep so he always makes sure he has a point of contact with all three of them before he settles down.

The other adults around also know about Davy, so when Davy’s feeling baby and Babbitt comes over, Mike will warn him and Babbitt will take Mike into another room and wont raise his voice. The older ladies next door will bring him treats or old kid stuff they found in their attics (toys, teddies, books, etc). Their neighbours don’t find it weird because 1) its one of the least weird things about those monkee kids and 2) one look at Davy with his pouty lips and big eyes make them all coo so they get it. Micky also gets very protective over him and though he is canonically a weakling, he’ll threaten anyone that says anything bad about Davy.

[toffee-and-tandoori]

on your side by the last dinner party is so rosquez coded, the vibe is “i shouldn’t love you but i do anyway and i’m so so attached to you and intertwined with you that despite everything if you called me and asked me to come over i would drop everything for you” and it fits PERFECTLY imo

oh. my. god. lee.

first of all i just want to take a moment to thank you for thinking of me with this and actually looking forward to seeing what i have to say. i tend to be a bit of a sap at times (especially when i get stressed with whatever - guess stress makes me sentimental?) but this truly means a lot to me <3

now for the song.

on its own it is so gorgeous. i genuinely cried while listening to it because the sentiment is so heartwrenchingly beautiful. especially when you really absorb the weight of the lyrics but also watch the music video where the girls are all leaning on one another (as a side note ‘prelude to ecstasy’ has been on my ‘to listen’ list ever since i heard ‘nothing matters’ on the radio and became immediately obsessed). no matter how hard it gets there's always someone to turn to.

and now for the rosquez of it all.

i don’t think anyone can deny how this is literally marc. as we both saw in that video, marc is literally “yeah...valentino may have randomly accused me of sabotage without a shred of actual evidence and subsequently tried to turn the whole fanbase against me...but god he’s such an incredible opponent and i’m so lucky to race with him <3”. like...marc...please stand up. (and then the fact that it happens again in argentina 2018. and misano 2019. and whenever valentino gets interviewed. and yet...marc will never deny valentino’s skill).

however, i’m a hopeless romantic who always wants a happy ending and believes in the possibility of reconciliation until my dying breath (yet i gravitate towards brocedes...towards pierresteban...towards rosquez...note to self to address this head-on someday...but not today!). which means that i will also choose to believe that this is also very much valentino.

no matter how much valentino talks about how marc’s riding style “destroyed the sport” (like okay bitch [affectionate? it’s complicated...] i’m pretty sure your younger self who thought casey was overreacting thinks you’re a sell-out), he never diminishes marc’s skill. valentino may regret this now but he once called marc the upgrade and as much as that scares him, i think a part of valentino still believes it. call me delusional (read: i am) but i think deep down a part of valentino will always be charmed by marc’s ways...because it reminds valentino of his younger self. 

that’s exactly what simultaneously endeared and frightened valentino in the first place and i am of the belief that that’s the foundation of rosquez and can therefore never change. marc and valentino are in many ways the same person and that’s what ties them together...whether they like it or not.

[razables]

ive had the scenes where kakyoin just uses hg to latch onto the backs of cars to get to morioh stuck in my head for months and then remembered this meme

thank you @cassthecringe

+bonus this is the only way i can visualize this action😭😭

[seven-thewanderer]

Okay I wanted to draw, but I didn't know what, so I decided to draw some of my friends' sonas (specifically mascots for Ti1)!! (Sorry if I kinda screwed some details up)

Imma put the closeups under the 'keep reading' bar, but first imma tag the 3 whose characters are here!!

@theindescribable1 @art1sty @witherfide (sorry for the tags, honestly I was originally gonna just link you 3's blogs, but I kinda felt tagging would be kinda easier)

Inde (Ti1's mascot):

Fritz (Ti1's mascot):

Arty's sona:

Wither's sona:

There is also this transparent version:

[yuukimiyas]

hi hi sweet honeybuns! ໒꒰ྀི◜ ཅ ◝ ꒱ྀི১◞♡ today marks a fresh new & special month filled w endless opportunities & sm joy!! <33 lets do what we all do best & spread love & light to all!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡ ilyasm forever & ever!! we’re capable of such amazing things!! we got this!! ˖ ࣪⊹₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩

[howthesleeplesswander]

surprise starter for @greedbent because Baizhu saw my other muses bothering his "secret" crush and refused to be left out 😤

"I have a prediction. Would you like to hear it?" Changsheng's voice floated into the front room of the pharmacy from somewhere up in the rafters. She hadn't shown herself once since he'd begun work that morning; Baizhu had assumed she'd been with Qiqi or Gui.

"Well, don't leave me in suspense," the doctor replied airily. Faced with a break in patients for the afternoon, Baizhu had begun filling prescriptions. Even while conversing, practiced hands moved of their own accord: one adding leaves and petals from the trays of mint and qingxin beside him to a large medicinal cauldron, while the other worked the milky substance within beneath a starsilver pestle.

Naturally though, Changsheng did exactly that. He'd nearly forgotten she'd said anything by the time she divulged her 'prediction.' "Sssomething tellsss me that today isss about to get interesssting."

Baizhu hummed, attention fixed on his work. "Oh? What makes you say that?"

Her answering snicker came from directly above him. He paused as Changsheng dropped onto his shoulders so he wouldn't spill anything. "You'll sssee sssoon enough," was all she said as she adjusted her coils, and the doctor shook his head fondly. With her affinity for the vague and riddled, sometimes Baizhu wondered if his companion wasn't some long-lost adeptus in disguise.

Minutes passed with only the scrape of the pestle along the cauldron's base to fill the silence. Then footsteps sounded on the stairs leading up to the pharmacy—but there was something...unique about them. Not just a rhythmic tap-tap of shoes on pavement, but with an additional tone layered in unison. Metal on stone. Tap-tapclink.

That could only mean...

Ah. Well, in all fairness, Changsheng was rarely wrong about these things.

Baizhu didn't look up until the steps arrived in the entryway. To anyone else, the sight of a man clad in all black, gazing into their shop with such intent, sharp eyes may be cause for alarm. But Baizhu simply smiled, hands pausing to give his newfound visitor his undivided attention.

"Why, Kaz, what a pleasant surprise. How nice to see you." Likely not a sentiment heard often, but it was entirely sincere. He pointedly ignored Changsheng's muttered 'I told you' that tickled his ear. "Is there something I can do for you? Oh—unless you're here for your 'prescription'?"

The code word was second-nature despite there being no one else in the pharmacy to overhear. With a grin so pleasant adorning his features, the doctor certainly appeared to be speaking of a legitimately prescribed medication, rather than the special-ordered poison that currently sat fermenting on his kitchen counter. "It's nearly finished, but I'm afraid it needs another hour or so to infuse for maximum...potency." There was a dark edge to the chuckle that rolled in his chest. "We must be sure it's strong enough to take care of the problem, mustn't we?"

[0809sysblings]

it is always a little funny to me when people try to make psychologists and psychiatrists out to be the only people ever capable of being able to accurately diagnose mental illnesses and disorders and that their word is law as a way to criticize self diagnosis when like. once i was hospitalized and the psychiatrist there who i had not even known for more than a day tried to diagnose me as bipolar despite me having No history of mania because he.. couldn't really understand why i acted the way i did i guess???

[causenessus]

coming on here BC I MISS U GUYS!!! thank you to everyone for your kind messages!! i'll answer everything in my inbox tomorrow and plow through fic updates!! but for now i need ur guys' help‼‼

lyrics i would probably choose for each song:

“it’s always different i’m the one in love home and i know.”

(genesis)

"i try and try to make you cry and make you love me the need to be best before the need to rest oh i would say yes see, my wait is you."

(symphonia ix)

i orginally was gonna go with genesis especially because the chapter will center around childhood/home and "i'm the one in love" is such a strong but simple lyric??? but "my wait is you" is also such a good lyric in my head like the meaning behind it too. symphonia ix is about grimes choosing her music career over like everything else such as hanging out with her friends so "you" is basically the audience. and i just think it's cute in love notes, coming from suna, choosing y/n over everything rrhahoifojwnbfwl;efjoiwefnklerfergergoj it will have nothing to do with the chapter i mean sort of BUT ANYWAY i need ur guys' opinion please and thank u!!!😭 ALSO!! the current joys version of symphonia ix is very cool BUT EGGY AND I HAVE BEEN PUSHING THE GRIMES AGENDA SINCE LIKE COLD KISSES ALSO GENESIS IS IN EGGY'S LOVE NOTES PLAYLIST SO I'M TORN

update: bc i don't want to reblog bc these tags are vv important: i'll just maybe include whichever song doesn't win as the name of one of y/n's photos LMAO I WILL GET MY WAY

[ofhope]

"Sensei, how do you...get to know yourself?" The ex-idol's words are quiet and sharp eyes remain passively fixed onto the table between them. It's hardly like her, like the girl that has come time and time again to his office. Once mandated by the school but eventually by her own volition.

"I thought I knew but....maybe I don't."

Perhaps because she couldn't remember the last time there was a genuine adult figure that was actually a positive person in her life. Hifumi shifted, her hand toying with the cord adorn in her hair.

"How am I suppose to know what is truly....me? I don't know how to answer anyone when they ask if I like something other than...Shogi."

“How you get to know yourself?”

Echoed into a heavy room, wrought with consideration. Pressed together lips answered her inquiry and were Takuto Maruki the sort of counsellor who took notes, a few scratchy lines would've tailed the action. Instead, Maruki leaned far back, glimpsed the popcorn ceiling and clasped his hands together: Hifumi was straight-laced, preferring words without flowery scents to mask their soured reality.

“You go through many selves as you age. For example, the one you thought you knew - you did know her, and she is a part of you. However, she isn't the whole of you: rather, one of the many grains of sand that make up Togo Hifumi. To answer your question... they are all you, different facets of you. Whenever you think of red,” a gesture to herself. “Everyone thinks of different shades. This doesn't make their idea of red any less red, just as one 'you' - the absence or presence - doesn't make it any less you. Does that... make any sense?”

With a head tilt and a wiry laugh, Takuto sat more astute: more attentive.

“Outside of Shogi, what are some things you would like to do? -- It could be things that you are currently doing, or things that your friends are doing... something you read in a book once, or something you thought of one day before doing your schoolwork.”