#that fic is so good istg

[sofairyy]

really messy school doodles

[fatcatlittlebox]

AU When Mairon and Artanis met under the light of the Trees.

inspired by Pick a Star, and follow it Home

[noka-mocha]

Fanart for Third Summer by ReynaRuina on AO3

[patolemus]

double-whammie wip (not) wednesday

got tagged by @novasillies (still freaking out over their current wip update!!) and i have a bit of the newest chapter for my time travel au to share

“Hey, Stiles?” he calls out to the older boy. Stiles hums distractedly, and Derek knows he’s not really listening to him, too caught up in whatever he’s doing. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Stiles says. His back is turned to Derek, and he spends a moment appreciating the way Stiles’ muscles shift underneath the fitted shirt he has on as he mixes up his herbs. Stiles still doesn’t look like he’s paying all that much attention to him, but oh well. Derek will take what he can get.

He props himself up with his right forearm, half sitting as he puts his weight on it. “You like me, right?” he asks, sounding calm even though his heart has started beating faster and faster by the second. Derek doesn’t regret asking, though.

Stiles goes taut almost as soon as the question registers. He doesn’t turn around so he can’t see what kind of face he’s making, and his scent doesn’t betray anything, but Derek knows better than to trust it when he knows Stiles knows ways to manipulate it. After a few moments, though, his posture relaxes again and he goes back to mixing up things in the mortar.

��Yeah. Of course I do,” Stiles says. There’s a sort of vulnerability, a softness in his voice, and Derek feels his heart soar. 

He didn’t lie. Stiles didn’t lie. He likes Derek, Stiles likes Derek.

Don’t fuck this up, he thinks, only a little desperate as he tries to keep his heart under control. Not for the first time, he thanks whatever higher being is looking out for him, because if Stiles could hear how fast his heart is racing right now he’d think Derek is the lamest person ever. Which he is, but Stiles doesn’t need to know that.

“Cool,” he says, immediately regretting it. Cool? Who the fuck says cool to something like that? “I mean, I like you, too,” he adds hastily, fully sitting up as Stiles finally turns around.

“I know,” there’s the ghost of a smirk dancing on his lips and mirth in his eyes.

Derek starts to smile, then frowns. “Did you just Han Solo me?” he asks, not knowing what to feel when Stiles just bursts out laughing right there and then.

It’s a beautiful laugh. It takes his breath away. Derek doesn’t think he’s ever heard Stiles laugh like this before. Chuckle, maybe, definitely an amused huff here and there. But never an outright laugh like this one. Derek wants to hear it forever, wants to record it so he can play it back again and again and again, all the time.

He’s so gone on this boy. So, so gone. Derek feels overwhelmed by the sudden rush of affection that overcomes him, a hot, fluttery thing that leaves him tingly all over.

couldn't not do the star war's reference i mean IT WAS RIGHT THERE. anywayssss take the rare angst-free scene. no pressure tags: @dontcallpanic @hedwig221b @salty-fryingpan @oldefashioned @endwersed @dear-massacre and of course anyone who wants to do it

[dukeofthomas]

"Angry robin" "violent robin" "misbehaving robin" shut up and accept my alternative; spunky Robin. Determined and head strong, can out-stubborn the Batman, has a strong moral-backbone and does what he thinks is right regardless of what anybody else says, Robin. Jason who was sassy and quippy and made crude jokes with a smile on his face. Jason who hid in Bruce's cape and whispered gossip to him. Jason who, if Bruce refused him something, could keep bothering endlessly until Bruce caved. And also dramatic Jason. If Bruce tells him no, it becomes a whole theatrical show; a monologue, a narration, embellishments, and falling onto the floor in his grief upon the fact his cruel father has denied him once again.

(Jason who has suffered through abuse and homelessness and poverty and starvation, who is the Fight out of Fight or Flight, who's built up defenses and walls and when pushed and triggered responds with the thing that's always protected him; anger. He's sweet and kind and funny, and when he sees a pimp hitting a prostitute he gets furious and responds with violence.)

[r-u-living]

I am begging you all please please please read this fic about Anya it is amazing please I am on my knees please I'm sobbing right now pretty pretty please it's actually one of the best fics I've ever read and i cried please and thank you

[luminique]

consider. lighter has passed and you’re just a normal new resident in blazewood who often visits yeh yeh. the tire swing still as strong as when it was first hung up, holding your weight as you let out your feelings every night.

whether people do become poto poto or not, it seems to be a general belief of those in the outer ring. so imagine lighter becomes one of the small cactus around yeh yeh, slowly feeling pity for you and your situation. he can’t do much, just a small prick of his needles but that seems to push you away. it does get you to go back to your sleeping quarters for the night, but then you’d be back the next day. should he feel happy or sad? wait… why was he even feeling such emotions for you? he’a a cactus! it’s hard being a cactus with no way of comforting besides hurting you…

[turnipoddity]

THE CHAINSHIPPING ART IS SO GOOD OH EM GEE.

(Is there perhaps any nsfw or suggestive art in the near future?)

YEAOOWW THANK YOU!!!! I’ve been thinking a specific scenario in mind… perhaps it could be a 2-3 page comic… based on a trope often met in fanfics (i could name you 5 or more fics that has this exact same scenario and all of them are amazing everytime)

but yknow… still in my mind… let us all hope i have enough free time to pull that one off LMAO

[fizz-pop-thwip]

Ok so I read this fic that was a re-write of the pilot episode, where Dean is still 26 like normal but Sam is 4 and it is SO cute and very fun. (safe by hubbabubbaac18 on ao3)

I don't know what a 4yo looks like but I hope I'm close enough 💀

[v7lgar]

on the fourth chapter of preacher's dog... i was shot 72277373 times each chapter already and i'm not even halfway there

[skibasyndrome]

not me finishing my fuck-ass work sheet for my course I'm holding in an hour on the tram, I really am the can't do deadlines guy huh 😫😬

[weirdfishy]

not-quite-yet 3

nqy 1 - 2

. my ko-fi 💛

ao3 link

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it's a freeing thing, being spiderman. super strength, speed healing, enhanced awareness, taking your fears and shoving them out the window, downdowndown from up on high.

a mask.

give a man a mask, yk? spiderman's sarcasm and light, quick wit pours thoughtlessly from his lips, evasiveness n fight like a buried memory-- confidence in his bones; one second miles is stammering over his sketchbook (edge to edge with his muse, page after page) n the next spiderman's mask is pulled on n he's high in the sky, whoops and cheers alongside his muse's full, deep laughter, dancing through the air, around each other, to the top of the nearest high rise.

spiderman's muse (in other worlds, they're called lovers, but miles- spiderman- the gwen he knows is from another universe n he wasn't "supposed" to be bit at all, so he'll take muse, he'll take best friend) joins him at the top of a spire, base plate barely big enough to hold their shoes n the wind whipping around them, neither of them feeling the chill (it comes with the second skin, with the uniform and the abilities-- it's learning to make your suit warmer)

they've taken the arm closest and draped it over his shoulder like usual, miles wrapping his own across their back, hand squeezing them closer, settled at their hip, a mere look at each other before they're free falling backwards, still clinging to one another, other hand out, air between fingers and mouths pulled taut into wide, toothy smiles. then miles is nudging their shoulder, hand poised for rock-paper-scissors, which they return in kind (oh, miles can almost see the smirk beyond the mask, knowing full well none of those three options will be used by his opponent), miles making a rock with his fist, a peace sign made in response. "peace over war, love," then they're webbed to another building, swinging into the bottom of their curve in the direction of downtown, for whatever spot the other spider feels like eating at, and on and on the night will run, swinging up, down, around n around, across alleys and the sides of buildings, through crowds n noise but always focused on each other, leading then following, following and leading in turns, twisting, spinning, leaping, falling, catching and climbing, over n over until the duo is on the roof of miles' dorm at 5 am, sitting shoulder to shoulder on the edge, masks off- sipping from two different cups n switching every so often, calm n quiet; existing with each other, spider n spider, miles n hobie.

(miles doesn't need his mask when he's with hobie; freedom is easier to reach, with them)

[cleverlittlegoddess]

Puppy Pack!! 🧪🐦‍⬛🎼🎸⚖️🚀

(This was a collab! I drew a piece for Sunlight's amazing story, in which you can find right here )

[sugar-omi]

I'm taking opinions for day 13... what do you want from your brothers best friend baxter 😶‍🌫️

[jam-packed]

thank god im not a journalist cus the amount of eye contact would kill me

[yourcrumblingsaikiisnotmyproblem]

Trans Diluc anyone?