#the neighbors/the muse

[nemo-draco]

"You're just too good to be true,

Can't take my eyes off you,

You'd be like heaven to touch,

I wanna hold you so much,

At long last love has arrived,

And I thank God I'm alive,

You're just too good to be true,

Can't take my eyes off you."

[river-bottom-nightmare]

idk but to me something so quintessential about timothy drake is that he is your average american teenage boy and as your average teenage american boy he is viscerally and desperately terrified of loneliness. the way he latched on to every single aspect of dick's life in an attempt to be close to someone who showed him kindness as a child, the way he'll lower his distinctly bruce-wayne-shaped walls to let in young justice because once his friends know him they won't leave him, hell the way he somehow keeps up his friendship with ives despite all the times he's dropped off the radar. something about this child is such an achingly yearning beast which adores company that he rips through typical fantastical comic book angst and falls straight back into the behavior of My New Neighbor The Average American Teenage Boy in a way i don't think i consciously realized until recently

[salvadorbonaparte]

Regarding my last reblog about Christian hegemony and holidays. Something I find really annoying is that Germany is officially secular but Christian majority and keeps forgetting it's secular (stores closed on Sunday etc).

And then people get really weird about immigrants and refugees because they think people from other cultures and religions are a threat to us. It's mostly Muslims they're worried about. And they're like "they need to integrate themselves" and I'm like yeah sure learn the language etc. But then they actually don't mean integration they mean assimilation. They want people to if not convert then at least to stop being Muslim because "we're a Christian Country" (we're not, we're secular).

So they get upset when people continue being Muslim and speak their native language at home. But then there are some immigrants, usually with children, who decide to go an extra step and they start celebrating Christmas and Easter. Usually so that the children aren't isolated from their peers at school. I think that's fine as long as they're having fun, you know.

But then some of the same people who want integration to be assimilation still are weird about that because oh? Those strange foreigners celebrate our holidays?? Despite not having grown up with the religion?? But aren't they Muslim??? A Muslim with a Christmas tree??? How strange how wrong!!

So people really can't win no matter what they do.

[fiuworks]

you cant show me Gerard Keay because i'm sure as hell going to immediately place within five meters of him his wet cat devotee boyfriend Michael Shelley

[kindalikerackham]

I have no proof, but I think my anxiety this week can be traced back to my horde of birds dissipating as the snow melted

[jennycalendar]

someone has been playing piano in the apartment above mine a few diff times now and i have hit my limit (had to write a positive note thanking them for it and tape it in the communal area)

[bearlytolerant]

Fandom: Starfield, Pairing: Delgado x OC, CH Rating: M, AO3

Chapter One Excerpt:

Nothing but purple neon and red fluorescent haze. Grease and residual moisture that smells like fish and fuck—he can barely make out the toe of his boot in Neon’s smog. He flicks his cigarette to the ground and stomps it out. Another piece of shit to add to the littered street smelling like piss-fried-fish.

Delgado leans up against the railing and reads the word spleen in pillowy white letters, outlined in black and painted lime green on the inside like it’s a fucking party to sell your organs for snake oil in the dark recesses of the alleys. The back door swings open, slamming against the wall. The draft clears some of the haze and his boots are as black and shiny as ever. He doesn’t startle when his neighbor steps out into the alley too. Cigarette pinched between her fingers and she lifts it to her mouth before she catches sight of him in her peripheral.

“Shit.” A fumble and his reflexes aren’t too slow as he snatches it mid air. “Didn’t see you there,” she says.

“It’s so goddam smoggy, can’t see shit out here.”

“Can’t disagree. Should probably check my surroundings a bit better next time though.”

She leans toward him expectantly and he places the cigarette between the pretty plum stain of her lips. Pulls out his lighter and gives it a flick, lighting up the end in an amber glow.

“Thanks,” she mutters.

“Least I can do.”

“I’m Verity by the way,” she says, the two of them looking up at the smoky air where they both know Neon City locals and visitors alike are wandering the grated walkways high above. Instinctively they press themselves closer to the wall. Never know when someone’s going to spew spit or the contents of their gut from a nauseating Aurora-alcohol combo.

In sync, they cast their eyes to the ground.

“Delgado,” he tells her.

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

At this moment of reminiscense, Dorian and Elizabeth's eyes met, and their smiles mirrored one another as Elizabeth commented off-handedly:

"I think I'm beginning to understand that feeling."

Walking behind the two younger couples, unable to resist cooing over her sleeping granddaughter just as her mother was, June caught little snatches of the conversation, with certain remarks just happening to make her ears prick up a little more, though she never let her face show what she was thinking and feeling, to say nothing of refusing to give voice to these thoughts. As she had told Lon earlier in the month, she had her theories, but at the end of the day, whatever was on Dorian and Elizabeth Gracey's mind was theirs to announce, and she certainly wasn't going to impede upon that.

At the very least, when the party had made it back to the attic, and Randall and Emily quietly took the twins to their room for a nap, she took Elizabeth aside for a moment, venturing to say, choosing her words carefully, "Well, if you do ever feel sick again, if any nausea or soreness pops up again...please, don't hesitate to come to me. I'd like to help in any way I can."

Elizabeth studied June's face for a moment, remaining calm upon this suggestion being put to her-the matriarch's face was just as calm as her own, and there was a gentle sincerity in the way she smiled at her, to say nothing of something of a mischievous twinkle to her eye, a sort of subtle, knowing look that reminded Elizabeth of her own mother, and the looks she would give her one and only daughter when she knew something was afoot.

But even with that look, the mistress of Gracey Manor knew Mrs. June Pace was a woman she could trust, and so she flashed her an appreciative smile, saying, "If anything comes up, I'll be sure to look to you first. Thank you, June."

"Think nothing of it, Elizabeth."

[mielmoto]

historic event of actually remembering a muse's birthday before instead of a week after??? amazing.

[mintyaquagreen1675]

Folks, THIS Right here is Proof…Living Proof that Sonic X Music works very well with Hello Neighbor! Very Very Very Well!!!!

[st4rd0lly]

i don’t think we talk about dilf!chuuya enough or dilf!nikolai

[nemo-draco]

More stuff with Dark and the Muse. Really proud of the handholding in that last picture.

[doppelganger-kisser]

i need some toxic yaoi doppelganger action going on except both the human and the doppelganger think they r doing a great job of using each other. there's nothing analytical or wise about this post, im just appealing to the terrifying reality of toxic yaoi monsterfuckery before my rehearsal 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 i need the horrors of being so obsessed with a concept and an idea of someone!!!!!!!

[lieutenant-speirs]

For the valentine’s prompts, only if you don’t have too many already and only if you have the time/want to - and no worries if you don’t :)

21. “I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.” With Joe Toye x Reader. Maybe where they’ve been real close friends for a long time - heavy mutual pining and one of them just can’t hold it in anymore.. Thank you 💛

“𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒? 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘….𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘….” “𝐴𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠? 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑦? 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑?” “𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑡 𝑢𝑝….?”

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏: 𝐽𝑜𝑒 𝑇𝑜𝑦𝑒 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: 𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐/𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓: Valentines Day | Valentines Platonic Joe was a long way from frayed and stained army greens and browns as he was waiting in the living room, dressed in formal black pants, plain button up and suit jacket to match. Hair slicked back into a neat style since he had grown it out a bit, getting a feel for his own style since being stateside.

Flicking his wrists to readjust he cuffs more comfortable, he sighed as his eye caught the time on is watch. His head turned towards the stairs that lead to the upstairs rooms, “Come on Y/N!”

Joe had met you a few months before he went to war. You moved in next door and the rest was history. However, your first interaction, outside a friendly wave, had been when you were stubbornly trying to carry all the shopping bags in one go…and of course one bag broke and the rest fell out of your arms like dominos. Joe, being who he was, came running over - while laughing - but still offered to help. He helped carry your groceries inside, maneouvering between packed boxes that are waiting to be sorted into their designated rooms. To which, he also offered to help move them upstairs for you. From there… the friendship just…clicked. You two were never short of a conversation, always making the other laugh… everything just felt… natural. 

And then the war broke out… Joe showed up at yours in his uniform to state that he’s leaving soon. Your heart dropped and it visibly showed on your features. That’s when you both promised to write. 

And that’s exactly what you did. Both of you slowing falling for the other through years of correspondence. Both of you open and vulnerable in your letters because noone else was reading them and there was just that comfortableness in friendship that you could express your inner thoughts and feelings without judgement. Him too. 

There was a period where you weren’t getting letters and then you finally received one from a hospital. It was shorter than normal but Joe didn’t have the strength to write lengthy letters while recuperating from having lost his leg. Your heart broke but was also relieved that he was just alive. That’s all you ever prayed for…

You heard Joe’s voice call out and huffed in annoyance; either at him or yourself, you weren’t sure, as you stared at yourself in the full-length mirror. You weren’t happy with your outfit. Three other dresses lay haphazardly on the bed and the chair as you had tried those on and deemed them not suitable enough. Joe technically wasn’t yours to worry about looking decent beside him, but he was your everything. Which was what made today, of all days..harder to choose with the outfit. It was Valentines. A day for couples. You two aren’t a couple. You’re just going along for the joy ride because you both don’t have official plans anyway.

Your makeup made your features look softer than what your expression is letting on, your hair done up but, just like the dress, you weren’t satisfied with the result. “I’ve been trying to get ready for, like, an house and a half! Because I know you’re going to look good and I need to try and match up!” you called back down. 

Joe’s now frowning up at the stairs, not having heard anything more ridiculous in his life. “Will you just come down? We’re going to be late. Whatever you wear is gonna be fine.” 

You rolled your eyes as Joe’s annoyed voice filtered through. Men just didn’t understand. To you, Joe was one of the most handsome people you ever met… His brown eyes twinkled when he laughed, they darkened when he was angry (and you won’t admit this, but you find it hot), he had the most gorgeous smile, his eyebrows were expressive and made his features soft when they knitted together in concern when you would talk to him about certain things. So, of course whatever he wears will just accentuate his handsome features and you’ll end up looking like ‘plain jane’ next to him. He was deserving more of that. Especially with you two going out on, what’s supposed to be a couples-only celebration. 

You scoffed at your appearance before finally doing as requested and making your way down the stairs to see Joe fiddling with the cufflinks, his crutches resting under his arms against his side. Brown eyes finally looked up as he heard one particular stair creak beneath your step and his face went blank. You didn’t realise you held your breath as you all but floated down the stairs (he thought you floated like an angel, you thought you clunked down like a not-so-graceful rhino). 

Using his crutches, he made his way over to you just as you reached the last step and stood in front of him. His features gave nothing away. His lips were parted, his brown eyes just staring at the ghastly get up that you’re in. “I’ll never look nice compared to you.” the heartbreak was evident in the disappointment in your voice. You turned on your heel and was about to make your way back upstairs when a tight grip on your wrist stopped you in your tracks.

Joe still didn’t know his own strength at times, whilst he wasn’t hurting you, it still surprised you what this man might be capable of with just his bare hands. “Are you shitting me? You look….you look….” “Atrocious? Silly? Like a woman menstruated?” “Will you shut up….?” His voice, not at all harsh, but soft and exasperated. You just weren’t getting it. He was at a loss of words. His facial expressions… well… He’s Joe. He’s not the best with the ladies unless he’s wooing them for sex. Which is something he wouldn’t dream about doing with you. He respects you too much. His voice softened and a hushed, “You look beautiful, Y/N.” filtered past his lips, as though he were afraid it was inappropriate to say and some unforgiving Godly figure might smite him a second time causing him to loose the only other leg he has. 

His eyes gazed over you, up and down, drinking your entire being in. “Anything you wear, you look radiant in. I don’t understand -” “Because it’s you, Joe. You’re the handsome one. The funny one. The charismatic one. And I’m just… me.” I’ll never be good enough for you Went unspoken on your red-painted lips. 

But it felt heavy in the air that it made Joe snap. He had enough of dancing around this, he had enough of waiting, and he was too impatient to tell you over dinner how he was feeling about you. Hobbling forward a step or two. He hooked a finger beneath your chin and lifted your head up. “You…are one of the most beautiful broa-ladies, I’ve ever met. No matter what you wear, you’ll look drop dead gorgeous. I think you look gorgeous… I always have…”

Without asking permission, Joe dropped his head and his lips pressed against yours. He felt the small gasp part from your lips before pressing his lips more firmly against yours. One hand one the end of the stair rail to steady himself, the other hand lighty resting against your cheek…which now dropped to wrapping around the middle of your back and pressing you firmly against him. Your own arms snaked around his neck, as your lips melted against him. 

He had already mentioned you two were pushing for time… but now… neither of you could care less. 

You were happy that he was finally yours. Officially.

[quinloki]

Ahhh fan art! \o/

Vets run on coffee and kitten purrs, but writers run on comments and art, let's be fair!

All my love to @clumsyraccoon a wonderful moot with whom I've enjoyed every interaction, and this most recent was no exception ♥

They drew Marco (the Vet) from Birds of a Feather, quoting straight from the story! I love this - the vibes are right, the art is great, and honestly just being a source of inspiration for someone is the Best Feeling Ever™

Give them a follow, a kind word, a certified internet hug, or even just a wave - but please take a moment with me and appreciate Marco in scrubs.

NGL I really like that the scrubs fit a lil' snug. 😍

[alteregozowie]

There is a couple fighting in one of the rooms of the hotel, she threw something at him, screamed at him to get out.

"Yeah girl! You tell him! Get him! Swing at him! Derek ain't shit!"

He just 'happened' to be in the vicinity. Yeah....that's it. Coincidence.