#steals ur pickles

[leafie-draws]

leafie dragon 🍃

[phonification]

oldish whiteboards that i played around with in ibis

[kombuuuu]

gwen romantic hcs or scenario please? 🥺🤲

Spidery Romance.

Gwen Stacy x Fem!Reader

another bunch of headcanons (and snippets, ur favs) with my favourite girl 🤍

GWENNBBBBB MMMWMAH HHHNG WEBEWEBWEEEHHHH

Gwen: Blue

You: Pink

Dad Stacy: Black

A cat..: Purple

mom friend this, mom friend that

how about just mommy?

is a HUGEE comfort roll in the realtionship

will do little things for you that you wouldn’t even realise

like keeping random containers because she knows you like them

jars 🫙 🤍‼️

she loves taking care of you, loves being who you go to for things

it makes her feel needed, which we know she struggles with

so she loves a partner who’s more co-dependent, like she is

“Baby?”

“Help.”

“Honey, what am I supposed to do with that?”

“Open it, please“ :(

“Oh, you sweet thing… What are you going to do with an empty pickle jar.”

“You’ve eaten all the pickles?”

“I’m… going to grow an ecosystem.”

ABSOLUTELY steals shit for you

she’s not rich, seeing as she doesn’t exacccctly live in her own universe

hey, star crossed lovers are multiversel..

so she steals

just nicks things from the mall she thinks you’ll like

little trinkets or anything small and shiny she can find

also cat figures

small, cute cats. she loves anything about them and will go out of her way to take em for you

(you think she just wants to deny the fact she loves the cats. or stealing)

your OWN little klepto cat

(you both love that game)

“Hey, Sweets.”

“Oh-! You’re home!”

“And I brought a cat.”

*gasp* “What breed !!”

“No clue, but look it’s tail moves.”

Will take you out to movie dates any time she can.

never really knew how to treat a lady so she takes notes from stupid eighties shows

will throw rocks at your window

or climb up the tree next to your house and break in even though she could just go thru the front door.

buys (steals) chocolates in heart shapes and roses to decorate your bed

it’s not even valentines she just wants too

don’t forget the candles and scented bath salts with a whole ass spa set up in your bathroom

“Baby? Wh—“

“[Name]! I missed you.”

“I missed you too, babe.”

“What are the flowers for?”

“Our anniversary’s not ‘til September.”

“Beautiful, we don’ need a reason. Just wanna appreciate you.”

smile and giggle like a little bitch? of course you will

Will eventually tell you about her spider woman endeavours

she’s guilty of hiding it from you

when you trust her so much

slipping out of your shared bed at night to go patrol feels

dirty.

She finally caved to her subconscious and spills it

you don’t freak out on her but she can tell you’re stressed

she tries to comfort you even when you have to opportunity to ruin her life

you could end it between the two of u right then and she’d forgive you

but not herself

“I’m spider-woman.”

“What?”

“The hero, [Name]. Well, vigilante I guess—“

“What the hell.”

“Baby, please. I know I should’ve told you sooner—“

“Do you know how much danger you’re in? Are you crazy? What happens if you get hurt and I’m not here? Fighting crime like that. Fighting villains.”

“I know, sweet girl, I know.”

she comforts you through it while you basically have an existential crisis in her name

you’re more scared she’s going to get hurt

or worse

than you are betrayed,

you can get why she kept this a secret

it takes you a couple week to hone down the worrying

gwen is hella patient with you 🫶

“I don’t like this. You’re putting yourself in harms way, and it’s careless,”

Guilty stare

“,But i’m not gonna stop you.”

“Thank you, [Name].”

“Please don’t die on me.”

“I won’t, baby.”

and when your finally calm you can kind of see the appeal in it

she convinces you to let her swing you around the city

and despite you both knowing you’re probably gonna pass the fuck out

you agree cause it’s cute

“Gwen.”

“Yeah baby?”

“I think—, maybe you don’t understand what I mean by ‘I don’t like heights’.”

“Wh— Oh.”

“What d’yu mean ‘Oh.’?!! You only just realised??”

“I come up here so often, it’s like a second thought!”

“It’s the fucking Empire state!”

“Ehh…”

She’ll take you nice places around brooklyn

mostly high up

to let you see the view

and to finally see you in it

she draws you any chance she gets

especially when she takes you to those places

shes been to em so often that she’s got muscle memory for the line to every building, but now she gets to trace the contour of your face around it too

will web you to the building if you ask

just so you won’t fall

“You know there’s not a single universe where I wouldn’t catch you, right.”

“There’s a first for everything,”

She snorts “Sugar—“

“I love you, Gwen. And trust you with my life. I do not, however trust wind.”

“Understandable, love you too.”

When you meet her dad he’s a little skeptical at first

only because you’re so nervous and he’s taught to be suspicious as a cop

but eventually he likes you, and you him

your both like old pals and it confuses gwen

he takes on a very fatherly position in your life

one you missed out on

gwen is ecstatic

the two people she loves the most in the world like each other

the stars aligned for her

she tells you about her struggles with him and is glad it doesn’t affect either of your relationships

“Do you treat my daughter well?”

“Dad, please.”

“Gwen, it’s okay. I’d like to think I am, sir.”

“Cause if you hurt my little girl, everything you do to her will feel a lot worse for you.”

“Dad!”

“I would never hurt your daughter Mr.Stacy, I love her. It’d be stupid of me to let her go.”

He smiled and clapped your back

*groan* “Why.”

she likes to keep you comfy

kinda has a thing for the housewife vibe

so she’s willing to do a lot for you

she’ll notice how empty it is in your house when she’s not there

it’s quiet and lonely

so totally for you (and not also her)

she’ll get you a cat

a small black american bobtail

she had found him while on patrol

saw a box left littered at the park and decided to pick it up

closer she got, more ‘mews’ she heard.

when she saw a short, stumpy looking kitten in the box

her heart melted

so obviously she took it

“For [Name].”

‘mew :3’

“Co-parenting practice.”

‘mmrp’

“God damn it.”

loves the cat with her whole heart

and so do you

you name it Peter

he’s adopted but he doesn’t need to know that

when he does something bad you threaten (emptily) to put him in back out in the street

“Go get a box, Peter. I’m gonna make your momma put you back where she found you.”

“He can’t understand you, baby.”

“Yes he can, look at how he’s looking at me!”

“See his face!? He’s so mocking me!”

:3

“Sure, baby.”

—

EEE 🤭🤭🤭

[devilishchaos]

hi love, i have no clue if youre taking requests atm but im really in love with ur writings, super talented🥹 i wonder if you could write more fluff where rúben is having the pregnancy symptoms (cravings, back pain, etc) basically hes feeling your pregnancy ups and downs hehe

Sympathetic pregnancy | Rúben Dias Imagine

Rating / genre: fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: Rúben, an expectant father, experiences some of the same symptoms and behavior as his pregnant partner.

Warnings: none

AN: Heyy, thank you so much for the kind words and the request <3 I hope you like it! :) x

Word Count: 813 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

You rolled onto your back with a small groan. Nothing seems to work, you are overly tired, frustrated, in pain and hungry. You are so uncomfortable you actually want to scream. Your stomach is huge and because of that, no position in bed is comfy. Literally not even one. 

Being 38 weeks pregnant is hard, all you really want at this point is for the baby to come out already. On top of not being able to find a position to sleep in, you never slept more than an hour at a time. Tonight especially, you had been experiencing braxton-hicks contractions for most of the night, some of them bringing you to tears. You placed your hand on your stomach and could feel him kicking around. You could feel his tiny feet pushing through the skin of your stomach, giving you butterflies and a smile. There was just something so strange about feeling a baby kick within you and while it was weird - it was a beautiful part of pregnancy that you would for sure miss. But of course, right now you just wished he would stay still and go to sleep so maybe you could get some sleep as well. You winced in pain as you felt another contraction come on. 

“Rúben?” you asked softly, trying not to startle him. 

But there wasn’t a response. 

“Rúbes?” you tried again, but still nothing. 

And since your back was facing him, you had to turn around to see why he wasn’t responding. Which alone was a big task. 

You soon discovered that Rúben wasn’t in bed, his side empty and cold, which meant it had been a while since he had left. But where could have he gone? It was the middle of the night and he had early training tomorrow. So you decided to go and look for him. 

After carefully getting out of bed, you put on your fuzzy robe and opened the bedroom door. Immediately you entered the living room and you were met with darkness. You made your way to the closest light switch and 

“Ah, are you eating my favorite craving without me?” you gasped at your husband, who you caught red-handed, trying to stuff a pickle in his mouth, a jar of grape jelly and one with peanut butter opened in front of him, sitting on the kitchen counter “How could you do this to me?” 

“Princess, I-” 

“Don’t princess me now mister! Are you stealing your baby mama’s food? And why are you sitting in darkness??” 

“I’m not! I- I just..I wanted to try it and I- I couldn't stop, I guess.” 

“It’s good, huh? Make room for me.” 

You waddled your way to him, around the kitchen island, and put your hand out. He put a pickle in it, with the perfect ratio of peanut butter and jelly, because at this point he has made that for you one too many times and he knew exactly how you liked it. 

“Thank you, babe.” you said while you both continued to stuff your faces. It was just too good to pass. 

*

Rúben almost found himself in tears during the training session at THE Etihad Campus because he didn’t perform the best way he knew he could. He’s had a couple of bad days but they’ve never led him to be so hysterical, he’s a born leader after all. 

“Oi, Rúben!” Kyle called him cautiously when Rúben walked into the locker room without saying anything to anyone, his gaze hard as he threw his soaking with sweat shirt quite furiously in his locker. 

“Rúben.” he calls him again, this time in a higher tone and he makes his way towards him “Rúben, take a deep breath in, lad. Chill man.” a choked sound comes out of Rúben’s throat as he sits down on the bench and Kyle stepped back to study him better. 

“I can’t breathe. Everything hurts. I’m not sleeping like I should and I wanna go back to drink another (caffeinated drink).” Rúben breathed out fast.

“You know if you were a girl I’d tell you you’re like this because of your hormones, your period or something.” Kyle jokes.

“Great! So I’m a man and I’m just crazy?” Rúben rolls his eyes while his friend shakes his head amused “And you have a wife for longer than me, Walks?!? You should know better than to say stuff like that.” 

“It’s one of the side effects of becoming a father, I’m telling you..been there, done that..three times.” Kyle shrugs. 

“Well it sucks.” Rúben grumbles almost immediately as he crosses his arms to his chest. 

“It’s worth it, I can assure you of that.” a little smile is born on both their faces. “Hey, but let me know when your morning sickness goes away, okay?” Rúben groans while Kyle laughs, after all it’s a bit funny. 

[solar-halos]

Trick or Treat!!!

🕸️thank you sm for the ask! here’s what i think the tbosas tributes are getting up to for halloween (bobbin focused, cos after snooping thru ur blog, it seems like u rlly rock w him)🕸️

• in the spirit of d8 being a textile district, i think he’d be huge on making his own costumes! at first it’s the basic sheet with two cutouts for the eyes, but he eventually progresses to like. full on ensembles

• building off that, he makes costumes for mizzen (pirate garb obv) and dill (pickle). they are the Chaos Trio

• the Chaos Trio terrorizes the neighborhood with tricks. like, not even the trick-or-treaters are safe from being jumpscared by a halloween prop. they ding-dong ditch for the laughs. they pretend to have halloween related brawls for the drama

• lucy gray and jessup are like the trick-or-trick group supervisors and lucy gray sings little jingles as a way to get everyone’s attention/keep a head count. she knows mizzen has escaped the moment she doesn’t hear him repeat her little “one two three eyes on me” tune in the most shrill off key but genuinely enthusiastic voice ever. jessup is the one that actually finds mizzen trying to dig a grave (for who, you may be asking? that’s a mystery)

• some of the bigger kids (coral, reaper) that are in that awkward “too-old-for-trick-or-treating-too-young-to-truly-party” stage get so fed up with having to help lucy and jessup wrangle the younger kids. tanner unsuccessfully tries stealing a bottle of booze from a 7/11. wovey bails him out by pretending to his little sister and bc she’s so cutsie the cashier lets them off the hook

• bringing the conversation back to bobbin, he somehow has the biggest pile of candy despite the fact he and the Chaos Trio fucked around the entire night robbing graves and ding dong ditching

[averagetmntfan]

HC for Me & @mikey-rottmnt AU!! (Saw her do this so I thought maybe I should as well)

Mugs:

• you mess w/ him, he’ll literally destroy ur social life. • enjoys hugs a lot :)

• probably the most sarcastic person you’ll ever meet

• get flustered quickly (especially from koi)

•a dumbass, but smart w/ relationship advice (even tho he sucks at pulling up a guy)

• dirty minded and will not hesitate to judge you.

• is like almost 20, but acts 16. • genuinely super nice, but can and will hurt you if needed.

• has an eye for fashion

Koi:

• mugs bf heheh

• a sucker for romantic comedy movies

• the dirtiest mind ever known to man

• a tall dumbass

• will say the most random things to mug, sometimes js to spite him.

• looks strong, and physically is. But literally cried during Toy Story 3

• literally terrified of cup, I mean who wouldn’t be tho?

• terrible at fashion, and gets mugs to help him w/ outfits and stuff

Chip:

• when eating popcorn, he’ll shove his whole face in the bowl, js to get on everyone’s nerves

•slightly younger then Dale, and abuses that power

• could be aggressive, if he wanted.

• you steal his food, he’ll steal ur soul.

• a terrible liar, actually.

• you make Dale cry, chip will go feral and punch you. Continuously.

• has a notebook of plans, goals, and other personal stuff like that

• gay. Like, rlllyyyy gay. And a simp.

• actually rlly good at math. But bad at literally everything else.

Bendy:

• makes dirty jokes whenever the opportunity

• kinda like a cat

• can and will go feral if u even lay a finger on boris

• “sit properly who?”

• has and will bite someone. • will remind you of an embarrassing thing you did for the rest of your life.

• has nicknames for almost everyone actually. Some nice, and some absolutely fowl.

• let’s be fr, this guy finds every girl cute. (EVERYONE AROUND HIS AGE)

• has so many idols he lost count. Tho recently js lost one (*cough* Felix *cough*)

• drinks pickle juice on the regular, and everyone stares at him in judgement. • confidence is taller then himself

• when he walks Tino a room, people don’t notice. Cuz he’s short.

Felix:

(Probably won’t see a lot of him but here’s a little bit of info)

• gay as we all know

• prefers cold drinks over hot

• kinda smart? But also a dumbass too

• will not hesitate to kill

[fizzywashere87]

If we were friends irl:

We would be baking a lot

But like absolutely chaos baking ykwim

Halfway through baking brownies we get into a food fight and lose most of the batter to the floor

But we don't care because we're having fun laughing

I'll pretend to scold you for sneaking a taste of the cookie dough but then i'll smile and sneak some too

Decorating competitions

Who can decorate a cupcake better? And we ask whoever is nearby to judge us on it

Overall we just have a lot of fun baking little treats

Especially if it's a sleepover and we just wake up at 2 in the morning to make a cake

Trying to suppress our giggles so we don't wake our parents

Yes is this because of what you told me earlier? Maybe

Anyway, we would totally do some crazy shit to our hair even though we definitely shouldn't be

Late night run to the store to grab some shitty box dye and we are on our way

Whether it's my hair getting changed or yours, somebody's is changing

We probably gossip a ton while this happens

you would tell me about your crushes and your boyfriends and your drama

And i would be there giving you hilarious and pretty mean roasts

I would tell you about my drama and give you some advice that isn't actually that good

hi :)

OML OML OML YESSSS OMGIEEE

i can't cook for shit but i'll gladly steal ingredients :)

yes, i'll eat brownie batter off the floor five second rule, time me

arts and crafts will consist of me drawing something inappropriate to make you laugh but i can't even finish the drawing because im laughing too hard it probably wasn't even funny but here we go

you'll record me going up to random strangers and asking them if a dill pickle and a crayola crayon had a baby and named it felipe would the titanic still have sank

how old are you? *deletes blog becuz ur a minor* /reference

being up at 2 am and i drop something/accidentally hit something and we shut up so our parents don't wake up but we're trying not to laugh

heheee i get the joke:)) (my hair was okay!!)

ill fix our hair to make sure it doesn't fall out! but it's gonna change

do u want bangs but too scared to get them? i gotchu

yesss you're gonna know who the school thot is with atm i'll keep you up to date on that shit!!

our sleepovers have to be at least weekly or i get grey hairs

omgieee friendly fire insults <3

i will take your advice and now we're both left overthinking

ill rant to you even if it's just about me dropping a pencil on my foot and it somehow hurt it was a ticonderoga pencil and it's why i only use mechanical pencils now

blasting music together and you'll listen to my gangster playlist

i'll put aluminum foil on my teeth to try and make you laugh

i'll play a recorder i forgot how to play

people will think we're high but its okay

handwritten birthday, and valentines day cards

random brain dumps at 3 am leaving you wondering what i was doing at such an ungodly hour as you see the message in the morning

me doing impulsive shit and roping you into it and i get a minor injury from it

INSIDE JOKESSSSS ILYSMMMM OUR FRIENDSHIP WOULD BE SO WHOLESOME AND CHAOTIC I LOVE ITTTTTTT @amorvincitomnia-14

[bingwriterxo]

You’re not trying to steal my wife @makncheese12 too are you🤨

oh, ur pickle!

nope! @makncheese12 is all urs bae, or whoever is winning ig

[kujousgf]

i’m coming to steal ur pickles

i did not see this until just now, i fear i might be too late to stop you

[maximotts]

pigs booga booga i’m coming to steal ur pickles 🙂

I don’t have any pickles, go to crims 🤨

[veiledpurple]

need to know ur hcs for the bball champion trio 🙏

ABSOLUTELY.

-The trio share an apartment and live together full time.

-They practice together every day and oftentimes hang out after

-Tommy is a huge third wheel for Tyrone and Eva, but sometimes I see them in a polycule

Tommy

-the tallest of the trio at 6 foot 5

-tommys a really good cook (despite being British)

-intimidating in the streets, a softie in the sheets- very gentle with pets, children, and lovers but will beat up anyone who looks at them wrong

-Tommy is his nickname. His actual name is Thomas. Only Tyrone, Eva, and people who need to use a legal name can call him that

-He wears pink bunny slippers around his apartment

-Has a pink car. He really loves pink

-His favorite time of day is night, and oftentimes he goes out by himself and practices at 2 am

Eva

-shortest at 6 foot 3

-Eva is trans! Her teammates helped her transition at the beginning of their time together, helping her get HRT and surgeries, being there for all of it. Her teammates also helped her pick the name Eva.

-Likes wearing cargo pants at home

-Loves pickles so much she might murder you if you steal them

-Based on the fact she has unused glasses, she wears contacts but wears glasses around bedtime

-Oftentimes volunteers to pet sit

-Will platonically (or romantically) cuddle the boys. Yes, she refers to her teammates as "the boys"

-Fluent in Spanish

Tyrone

-6 foot 4, right in the middle

-Has no idea what a kilometer is

-Likes showing off his muscles

-Can't cook to save his life. Oftentimes just hanging out with Eva.

-Calls children "small men/women"

-Kind of a himbo

-But he does know how to flirt

-Draws faces on basketballs when no ones looking

-Will slap anyone who misgenders Eva

-wholesome gym bro

-likes hair gel

(Hope you like these anon!)

[orionangeline]

Reblog to give me ur pickles

Like to steal my pickles

[rocknrollinbitchforu]

true love is when ur friends get extra pickles in the lunch line for you bc they know you will steal them

[goliaththegiantpickle]

Goliath the Giant Pickle was dead.

Dead tired of people always remembering him for boxing and his one role in Dave and the Giant Pickle, anyway. He did miss boxing, but he wanted more. He wanted people to know his real name, his real passion.

Goliath Gottik. Back before his boxing days he had been a prolific fanfic writer, writing for the Larry Potter and Twidusk series as a true goff with his best friend at the time, who went by the username xxxunogoffboi666xxx. People only ever seemed to care about Bring Me to Life, but nobody cared that he had written the original fic, Helena. xxxunogoffboi666xxx had blatantly ripped off his fic. Had ruined his reputation with accusations of stealing his sweatshirt (it never would’ve fit Goliath, and it was merely accidental that he had kept it for so long anyway, really. He just liked the way it always smelled faintly of onion. Nothing wrong with that.)

Things between him and... well, xxxunogoffboi666xxx, to protect his wishes to remain anonymous, hadn’t been... good, since then. Messy, complicated, like their entire relationship had been thrown in the blender and made into an animosity smoothie.

Was it all really over a sweatshirt? He had been annoyed with Obsidian Shadow Blackbird Madness Gontier, the goffik Scallion protagonist of Bring Me to Life, who thirsted over Larry Potter (known as Evil Incarnate in BMtL), and had a love rectangle with Bob Weasley (known as Ghost Pepper) and Dad Malfoy (known, for some reason, as Draco Asparagus). Goliath, upon reflection, didn’t think it was the ripoff that bothered him, but the many relationships xxxunogoffboi666xxx’s self-insert character seemed to have.

Well, xxxunogoffboi666xxx’s parents had been assassinated in a Hot Topic around that time, and recently had been adopted by an elderly grape, and it seemed to mostly be venting and therapeutic, so Goliath let it go at the time.

Things only changed when suddenly xxxunogoffboi666xxx’s claims of sweatshirt-stealing came up. Maybe he escalated things a bit, dropping xxxunogoffboy666xxx’s “less goff” name into the story, called him a “stupid fucking bastard”, and straight-up accused him of plagiarizing Helena. In his defense, xxxunogoffboy666xxx had killed off Goliath - known in the story as Oak, having had Petunia Granger (known as Demonmania) murder him - his character, and just offhandedly mentioned it. Didn’t even have the creativity to show and not fucking tell. Well, I’ll tell you, Goliath felt very angry about that.

Then, one day, xxxunogoffboi666xxx reached out to him again through a plea in one of his ANs. Well, okay, he could’ve spoken to Goliath, they literally lived in the same apartment complex, but he tried, and that mattered the most.

“AN: Goliath if ur reeding diz plz u can kep the stoopid swetshrt u can have anyting else of mine dat u want 2. u can come take anyting from my closet dat u want an i wont mind at all. i promise! u r a betr riter then me. i’m not ok (i promise) [gettit???] i luv u (in a gay wey)”

Goliath tried. Tried to write a new fanfic, collaborated with xxxunogoffboi666xxx, but... I Don’t Love You hadn’t felt right. It never felt right. Tragically, Goliath had grown out of his goffness. It was a phase, his mother was right, damn her pickled soul. xxxunogoffboi666xxx stayed goff, until being goff was less cool than being emo, and then he became emo, and eventually punk came back, and Goliath just didn’t recognize xxxunogoffboi666xxx anymore.

They moved on, made new friends, left their fanfic days behind, and watched from a distance as someone named Tobias Tomato claimed to be both of them, claimed to be none of them, claimed to have emailed the real author (though Goliath knew xxxunogoffboi666xxx had long ago lost the password to that email, and Goliath had pretended not to still have the notebook that had it written down on a page beside several favorite song lyrics written in blood-red pen ink) as they watched their silly stories grow into a beloved internet mystery.

Goliath often wondered why people always looked for xxxunogoffboi666xxx, why they quoted Bring Me to Life, why they often assumed xxxunogoffboi666xx had made it all up - including Goliath, including the sweatshirt - just to troll the internet.

They never looked for Goliath Gottik, who never loved boxing as much as he did writing and My Chemical Romance and Three Days Grace, and who never loved boxing as much as he once had loved xxxunogoffboi666xxx. They never looked for the pickle who still held on to a sweatshirt that never fit, that still smelled faintly of onion, that had eyeliner stains and colored hair dye streaks soaked into the soft, faded grey fabric. Maybe he was jealous of the attention xxxunogoffboi666xxx got. Maybe he just missed xxxunogoffboi666xxx.

Goliath was Not Okay (I Promise).

[spiritmandersiishipchildren]

can I date ur mum PK

Plastic Knife: "No."

(Her 'mom' is Microphone, why would you steal her from Pickle and Knife?)