#tell me what you think

[ann-sluttyh0twife-95]

Good morning and TGIF friends! Here’s a little something for you I took before getting out of bed this morning 😘

[aimseytv]

a new way to view the world

[neverseenastag]

I cannot believe 92% of people are wrong

Will literary admits in the show that he buys gifts when he's upset after he buys and beautifully wraps a present for Abigail. He gifts Hannibal a bottle of wine in season 1.

in 39 episodes of the show we don't see Hannibal surprising anyone with a gift.

Its also their personalities, Hannibal is someone who enjoys rare and beautiful things. Will cares less about material possessions but I think he would find a lot of pleasure in seeing an artisanal tea shop and getting to choose something unique for Hannibal. He would see something interesting, think of Hannibal and get it for him.

I head canon giftgiving to be a big part of how Will shows love. Predicting what someone would like and imagining their reaction etc.

[alicealmost]

Meet All Jaiden's siblings:

Day 1/3 (maybe 4, Jaiden wins a sibling every week... so)

Some of her sisters

Search for your kid/kids and rb with the tag #mine

Credits to artists

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Quick apologize for @whomstress cuz dumb me post the incorrect Marionette colors. I'm sorry dear and for @rasyleaf for the incorrect tag

Also, this is only day 1 from all the siblings^^ no one will get excluded. I love all the bunnydoll kids

Sneak peak from pencil dooldles

[flapjack-biscuit-scone]

heya gang, i promise i’m still kickin’. take this sketch as proof

i finished finals this past week and am hoping to post more art now that i have the time. i honestly have so many pencil sketches of these two! but there’s something in my brain that makes me only want to share my finished work with the world, even with fan art. perfectionism, i guess. but if y’all are interested i’ll post more sketches to keep things active on this page. i only just started here, dammit!

[calumfmu]

your fics are godly. you wouldnt know you were in a slump!

could i request eddie and steve fighting over reader? like eddie shows up at family video and steve is stood between readers legs feeding her red vines and shes playing with his hair and eddie is like 😤 game on steven.

Hiii babe <3 thank you so muchhh. like genuinely, I could cry rn. Im really fucking trying lmfaoo so I hope this is good :)))) Steddie x Reader (who is playing them both) cw: swearing, allusions to sex, 2.1k+ words (I did it y'all + working on edits are next bc I'm shit at them, I can only do collage)

“Just call me for what time to pick you up, okay?” Eddie’s voice was soft when he spoke to you, tires screeching to a halt as the van pulled up in front of the Family Video. You were shy behind the smile that nursed your lips, trying not to fully beam at him as he ran out to open your passenger door.

“Yeah, yeah, I know the deal, Munson,” you teased, hoping out with your bag thrown over your shoulder.

He stood up close in your space, nearly chest to chest with you as he reached up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. He smelled like leather, the familiar scent filling your senses like a heated towel.

“Just looking out for my favorite girl,” he whispered, pecking your nose as you rolled your eyes playfully at his comment. You weren’t his girlfriend, but he loved to tease you when it came to claiming you as his. You couldn’t even pretend to be upset at it, loving the way he called you his and the pet names that followed.

“Is that what I am now?”

“My one and only.”

The look on his face warmed you up, his hair blowing in the wind as he leaned down to press his lips to yours. The kiss was soft, lips touching with the briefest sensation of want— remnants of your time spent in the hazy morning in his trailer, seated on his lap, pushing him down into the mattress.

You heard a throat clear to your right, only for you to look up and see Robin standing with her arms crossed, leaning against the glass door of the video store.

“You’re gonna be late,” she grumbled, shaking her head at the two of you intertwined. Blushing, you pulled away from him, his hand outstretching to hold yours for as long as possible while you took a few steps away. He reluctantly let go, your arms being stretched as the distance increased to be too much for contact.

“Call me!”

You nodded at him, waving him goodbye as he leaned against the van door. Meeting Robin’s side, you bumped your shoulder with hers.

“You know, you’re going to have to make a decision some day,” she said, holding the door open for you as you walked in. Your heart kicked up at her words, clearing your throat to ease away the discomfort.

“What do you mean?”

You fawned innocence, eyes batting up at her as she gave you that all knowing look. The two of you made it a few steps into the business, your eyes immediately searching for that chestnut colored mane, puppy dog eyes lingering amongst the aisles.

“You know what I mean,” she said, leaning into your ear so her words wouldn’t carry far. “They’re not dumb, you know.”

“Still don’t know what you’re talking about.” You called out behind you as you made your way around the counter. She grumbled something in reply, it being lost as you as your mind was set on one thing.

You gave her a cheery smile, walking to the back office to place your things down. Immediately upon entering, there he was— Steve, your other situation, if you could call it that. The serious look on his face immediately flipped around upon laying his eyes on you, teeth bared in a smile with his eyebrows raised.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, no. You didn’t mean to be playing both sides of the fence, Eddie on one hand, reserved for late nights and early mornings, Steve on the other, day time charades and afternoon picnics.

It just happened. Maybe somewhere along the mysterious shit that always happened around Hawkins where you got to spend time with reformed king more or the effort to clear the Munson boys name, you happened to fall for the two of them. At the same time. It wasn’t your fault, okay? They were both too pretty to make a decision, too good to you in their different ways, too much to be able to put down.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he muttered before crossing the floor to meet you in an embrace. You felt safe in his arms too, chest broad in muscle, cinnamon scent encompassing you. It was different than Eddie’s, yet all the same. “You’re late.”

You looked up at him, chin at his chest as his eyes stared down at you. Sleep wore on his face, big eyes drooping slightly, exhaustion from the early morning showing.

“Only 5 minutes,” You pouted, bottom lip jutting out. “You’d cover for me right? My ride was a little hectic.”

“You know I always do.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, pulling you out of the break room to meet Robin on the floor. She was labeling VHS cases, tongue poked out at the corner of her mouth as she focused on getting the stickers straight. Following his lead, he settled next to her, dividing the pile while you took a seat on the countertop, opening a box of candy that had just been shipped in.

Your legs swung in front of you, hitting the backboard of the counter you sat on. While the three of you focused on morning duties, your foot hit Steve’s thigh every now and then, smirk on your lips as you knew he would get “frustrated” eventually and “snap”.

“Babe,” he warned, pushing your foot with his hip as he threw a tape down on the pile. You laughed under your breath, grabbing packs of Red Vines out of the case.

“What am I doing?” You cocked your head to the side, not yet wanting to look up at the look he was giving you. You tapped him again, toe pointed as his hand reached down to grab your ankle.

“Playing dumb is really your strong suit,” Robin commented, raising her eyebrows as she looked at the two of you. You shot her a look, urging her to not continue as Steve rose an eyebrow.

“Rob, shut up,” you laughed, throwing the balled up packing tape you had accumulated from the boxes at her. She dodged it as she laughed, throwing her own scraps from labels towards you.

Steve’s grip on your ankle tightened slightly, he slid in between your parted legs, hips pressed flush against the counter as you tried to maneuver out of the grip, laughing as he locked you in.

“Playing dumb? You’re the smartest girl I know,” he teased, helping you unpack the candy while still seated between your legs. Robin made a face at you from behind him, immediately going serious when Steve turned around to give her a look. She loved teasing you whenever she had the opportunity, all jokes in good fun, no matter what she thought of the predicament you found yourself in.

“That’s so rude, Harrington,” she said, rolling her eyes as she took a stack of tapes to re-shelf. You watched as she walked away, getting lost in an aisle closer to the door.

He ignored her, placing his hands on your thighs as he abandoned the candy. You held a box of licorice in your hands, toying at the corners as you looked at him. The look on his face grew more serious, eyes squinted as he pursed his lips.

“I wanna know though… what are you so good with playing dumb at that Robin had to be oh, so mysterious about?”

Your heart lurched at his question, eyes darting down to look at the blue box in hand. The corner ripped underneath your hand, plastic being pulled back as you found sudden interest in it.

“Nothing.”

He hummed at the short answer, fingers coming up to pull your chin to focus on him. You met his eyes, chocolate brown wide as you melted at the look.

“Is that so?” Steve’s voice was low, a deep grumble coming from his chest. His fingers found your hips, pulling him into you quickly that made you yelp, candy flying everywhere as your hands flew up to grab at him.

“Steve! Look what you made me do!”

“You still didn’t answer me.”

You groaned, looking at the mess of red candy that laid around you. He picked up a stick of licorice, taking a bite out of it before feeding it to you. You smiled around it, hand coming up to rest at his chest as you went to push him away from you. His scent of cinnamon hit you, preventing you from the motion, instead curling your fingers into the fabric of his striped shirt, sat under his vest. You dragged it up the length of his body, settling into his hair as you curled a piece of it between your fingertips.

“Hey, uhhh… you guys…” Robin’s voice was wary as she spoke across the floor, yet the two of you didn’t register it, focused on each other.

She hurriedly made her ways towards you guys, foot steps coming closer as her gaze was focused on something outside the doors. You took another bite of the candy from Steve’s fingers, looking up at him through your lashes as you made a show of it.

The bell above the door rang, signaling entry as the two of you remained distracted.

“You forgot your jacket in my…”

Your heart stopped. You recognized that voice. Eddie stood there, your jean jacket in his hand as he faltered his steps, feet away from the counter. The look on his face dropped, eyes glaring at Steve who stood in front of you. Pushing him away, you hoped off the counter.

Robin stood frazzled behind him, eyes wide as her eyes glinted between the three of you. Her mouth was dropped open, cringing at the awkward situation it was.

“Steve.”

The tone of the name had you cringing, realizing that Eddie saw you at no fault, this was up to Steve. He slowly made his way up to the counter, jean jacket being placed on the flat surface as he stared down the younger man.

“Than—” You cleared your throat. “Thank you, Eddie.”

He hummed in response, not breaking the staring contest that he found himself in. Steve shifted uncomfortably, quickly swallowing down the piece of candy he had.

“You had her jacket in your van?” The realization of the situation began to dawn on him, voice dripping with the same tone Eddie had. It was all directed towards the long haired man, leaving you out of it.

“Mhmm,” Eddie said, crossing his arms over his chest. You felt small between them, both boys beginning to size each other up. “She must have left it last night when she came over.”

You shot a look at Robin, begging her to help you as you didn’t know what to do. She shrugged at you, mouthing ‘told you so’ before turning on her heel, scurrying away from the budding altercation. Sighing, you placed a hand at your forehead, the temperature in the building rising suddenly.

“Came over?” Steve asked, stepping up to the counter, closer to him. You were grateful for the separation between them, not daring to think about what would’ve happened if it wasn’t there.

“That’s right, pretty boy.” You don’t think you had heard Eddie ever speak to Steve in that manner, them becoming ‘friends’ in the most recent months.

“That must have been after our trip in my car.” Steve’s eyebrow shot up. “To Skull Rock.” His palm pressed on the counter, leaning over in his direction. “After sunset.”

You could’ve passed out right then and there if it weren’t for the way Eddie suddenly smiled at him, teeth bared in a grin you had only seen reserved for you. He walked even closer to the counter, face inches away from Steve’s at this point.

“Touché, Harrington.”

With a quirk of his eyebrow, he turned away, walking towards the door. His hand shot out to push it open, lingering in the frame before turning to face you.

“See you later, sweetheart. Pick you up at 6, normal time?”

The subtle nod of your head had him smiling even wider, the chains around his neck clinking together as he tilted his head in response.

“She’s got plans with me at 7, Munson!” Steve’s voice shouted out to him as he exited, a loud ‘HA!’ left behind in his wake. The counter swung shut, bell ringing as the shutters on the door rattled.

You just stood there for a minute, wondering what the fuck you got yourself into. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, most definitely wasn’t supposed to be discovered like this. You closed your eyes, leaning onto the counter with your elbows, head rested in your hands.

“You are so fucked,” Robin laughed, returning to your side. You just nodded in response, palms digging into your eye sockets. Stars floated behind your closed lids, dancing in the darkness behind them.

“Shut it, Robin.”

Masterlist. Inbox and requests are open! Part two <3

[sspadfoot]

Are you guys ready to talk about how Jily stans are crueler than Jegulus stans?

[giant-ball-of-twine]

There IS a right answer to this btw. But please still rb this/comment with your own thoughts and justification bc I love to read them >:)

[capturedbeauty]

[sunriseabram]

RT for bigger sample size!

[gardentool]

Nanami: Hey, so I ate those brownies in the fridge downstairs. Were they yours?

Gojo: Yeah, it’s gonna kick in soon.

Nanami: What’s gonna kick in?

Nanami: Gojo.

[starchasersversion]

going through a sexuality crisis was not on my 2024 bingo card

[newjeansislife]

Chapter 1: Those f*ck*ss keys

Part of the serie: The neighbor

A/n : Tell me what you think 'cause I'm not sure if I'll continue the story...?

Warnings: swear words, injury

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Synopsis : y/n forgot her keys inside her friend's house, who has left on vacation, and decides to break inside. Unfortunately she realizes she has broken in the wrong house. What will she do now?

Y/n was running down the street, her steps echoing loudly in the small street. She couldn't see much, but she managed to find what she thought was haerin's house. Y/n was delighted to see that the window to the bedroom was open and lights were on. She did find it a bit weird that lights were still on with no one inside the house, (Haerin had just left on a weekend to see her grandparents in the country side) but she was too tired to connect the dots and realize she had the wrong house. She spotted a tree right next to the window, and decided to start climbing up. Thankfully, she safely set foot inside the bedroom.

Looking around, she finally realized the bedroom wasn't haerin's! The walls were a light green, and the room was neat and tidy, unlike haerin's room, which was always full of plushies and cat posters. Understanding her mistake she slowly started to head back to the window she came in with, hoping no one would see her. As she climbed on top of the window, she tripped on the radiator, ending up half-inside hal-outside the bedroom window, barely hanging on by gripping the window frame. Y/n started wiggling her body, trying to get back up ON the window not UNDERNEATH it... But nothing worked. She was stuck and she looked like an idiot. Muttering curses under her breath, she didn't hear the sound of someone opening the door to the stranger's bedroom.

Y/n felt hands grab her arms, and she let out small yelp, falling back into the arms of the unknown person. Instinctively, she pushed the person back, she freezed finally getting to see who's house she had broken into. A beautiful raven haired girl looked at her with wide eyes, her hand holding y/n's wrist tightly. She was taller than y/n and she wore baggy stay-at-home clothes: her black hair up in a bun, gray sweatpants and a dark blue sweater with a school's logo inscripted on it, although it was too washed off to make it anything close to readable... Y/n snapped out of her thoughts as the girl exclaimed "Are you alright?!" Y/n was still quite shook from her near-falling experience and didn't respond. "Wait- who are you? And what the hell are you doing in my house??" Y/n wasn't much of a thinker, and just decided (obviously not thinking straight) to climb off the window as quickly as possible, and run to haerin's actual house, leaving the poor girl in shock.

What y/n hadn't told hyein was that unfortunately, climbing haerin's actual window was much harder than Minji's, and she succeded, but with a broken window, a sprained ankle and a bruised ego (or what was left of it anyway). She was now unfortunately stuck at haerin's house until someone would come and pick her up...

[trans-jon-rights]

Hm. New Idea. I'm putting this one out there because the Discord buddies said it was good.

Gravity Falls and TMA crossover, but Jon and Martin arrive at different times.

Martin arrives a few years before Jon. He meets Ford, becoming buddies with him. He distrusts Bill a lot, being sometimes reminded of Jonah before he revealed what he was. But Ford is a grown ass adult, and Bill doesn't try to bother him much, so he lets him be.

Jon arrives the day Ford fell into the portal. He tumbles from that exact same portal right before shit hits the fans, and both Martin and Ford end up lost.

He has almost no Eye powers, no knowledge of this strange new place he ended up into, and has to work with Stan to repair the portal and get both Ford and Martin back.

Talk about a Situation to end into.

(I need Martin to become a ruthless killer with Ford and Jon to have to make scams with Stan even though he hates it)

The timeline stays about the same. It takes thirty years for Jon and Stan's combined efforts to bring the other two back. In the meantime, neither Jon nor Martin are ageing due to the Entities still being present.

Just imagine.

The anxiety of Stan seeing himself age during those thirty, long years, unsure if he will manage to bring his brother back or not. Making Jon promise to do it for him if he couldn't go on because, despite himself, he'd learned to appreciate and trust this odd, prickly British guy.

Jon never certain if, when Martin will come back, he will be the same, or if he would have aged like every other person around him, being robbed of this opportunity to grow old together. Martin had never been an Avatar, right ? Jon didn't grow old because he was already dead, in a sense, but what about Martin ?

(Crossing between dimensions was a good metaphor for death and an excuse for Martin's Becoming, but Jon doesn't know that :3)

When twins arrive in Gravity Falls, Jon works at the shop (Stan used his "weird British narrator voice" to make him a tourist guide. For some reason, tourists like his voice).

Also this AU works well with my general idea of Jmart, both of them clinging to that ideal of the other and of what their relationship would be in a non apocalyptic context, making them confront the reality of things when they are reunited again.

Had it truly been their love for each other that had pushed them to work towards being reunited, or had it been the idea that once it would be over, being together would automatically mean they would be guaranteed happiness ?

Also, maybe give them each a period of time during which they were really happy and almost forgot their guilt for the other, and maybe give them some rough time when they're back together. Then, they look back at that and rethink their relationship and their quest, wondering if it really was worth it.

Happy ending for both is expected, of course, just lots of talking things through before. Making them healthy.

And as a bonus, I'm giving them a "Tim" and "Sasha". Not in the sense that they are actual alternate version of Tim or Sasha, in the sense that they are different characters who behave very similarly to Tim and Sasha. Sometimes, they mix up their names, and their face have the biggest grief for some reason.

Bonus point if "Tim" dies in an explosion caused by Martin and Ford and if "Sasha" dies to a shapeshifter. And after that, Jon just guiltily thinks, "At least it didn't take her face this time".

[roachspeaks]

Nanami x reader blurb(light smut, MDNI)

Priest!Nanami who after a long day of listening to the people of the small town where he does service, their confessions, their regrets, their darkest deeds, heads down to the small bar on the corner. He’s a regular, ordering his whiskey, and and a pack of cigarettes from the bartender. To take the edge off.

Only this time, somethings different. This time, there’s a cute, bright eyed waitress he’s never seen before. Rushing from table to table, customer to customer. There’s a clumsy, but endearing way about you. About the way you brighten up the dull and sad atmosphere. He sneaks glances at you for the remainder of his time, simply admiring you. He swears he’s only looking, and where was the harm in looking?

Only, when you come over to ask him if he needs anything, he curses himself for requesting that you sit and chat with him. Because everything about you is just as intoxicating as the cigarette smoke he exhaled through his lips. More so. The kind way you talk, your pretty little laugh, the sound of surprise you make when he says something even slightly bold.

God what is wrong with him? He’d taken an oath, many oaths. One of which he’d sworn celibacy. That he’d never indulge in the touch of a woman. But he’d joined the congregation young, when he didn’t think any woman would ever desire him. When he didn’t think he’d ever find a woman he desired. But here you were, sitting across from him in a dimly lit bar. And all he can think about is all the different sounds he can elicit from you. The squeaks and laughs and the moans, whimpers and cries. He wanted to watch you cry as you struggled to take him, struggled to keep up with the way he split you open on his cock. In this moment, that’s all he could think about as he stared at you.

Maybe it was the booze, or maybe it was his lack of self control, but the next thing he knows he’s asking you to come home with him.

And for lack of better judgment, you say yes.

A/n yall let me know if you want a full piece with this man. Or a part 2, etc.

I do not give permission for my writing to be copied, republished, or claimed by anyone else.

if you would like to add to the idea I fully encourage it through reposts or asks. Thank you 🙏

[siiddestroya]

Sculpture I made a while ago