#these tags are a mess ngl

[crunchchute]

my attempt at a bunch of my fav artists styles :] idea by sootnuki!!

i would love to do more but this was already a huge challenge

if any artist here dislikes this/is uncomfortable with it/any reason i can take it down or turn off reblogs etc. otherwise i hope its ok 🫡 im not gonna tag anyone just gonna let it do its thing in the wild lol

[sturnina]

Jealousy

Chris Sturniolo x Fem!reader

— tags;; mentions of a physical fight & injury, injury tending, fighting, pet name (baby), no use of yn, toxic habits (overprotectiveness)

— wc;; 1282

— author‘s note;; my take on overprotectiveness since i hate the „touch her and you die“ trope, hope you enjoy <3

He did it again.

You don‘t know how to feel as you silently drive home, Chris in the passenger seat, seemingly oblivious to the storm raging in your mind.

He did it again. He hit a guy just because he looked at you weirdly.

Don‘t get me wrong, you love his protective side. It is hot, honestly. The way he always makes sure everyone knows you‘re his girl, the way his arm sneaks around your waist at parties, the way he gets rid of other boys trying to flirt with you.

But this… this wasn‘t protective, this was violent. He hit a guy, for the second time this week. The second time in four days.

Yes, the guy was rude and obnoxious. Yes, you felt uncomfortable around him. Yes, you were relieved when Chris came to your help after the guy wouldn‘t listen to your No’s.

But Chris‘s punch, it wasn‘t protective. It was violent, brutal, merciless. And of course, the guy hit him back, right on his cheek.

When you glance to your right, you can see the dark patch forming on your boyfriend‘s cheekbone.

You arrive home — your house, not the triplets‘ —, and you go to fetch the first aid kit immediately after entering through the front door. Chris trails in behind you, unbothered by his split lip and bruised cheek.

He just sits down at the kitchen table, knowing you will take care of him. Expecting you to.

You take an ice pack out of the refrigerator and settle down next to Chris, all in complete silence. You can‘t bear to hear his voice now, or your own. You‘re afraid it might give your thoughts away. And your eyes, your eyes will surely betray you, so you keep them focused on the ice, the bruise, your hand, anything but Chris‘s eyes. That he is looking at you constantly isn‘t helping.

But eventually, he picks up on your uncharacteristically silent behaviour.

“Hey,” he says softly. “Everything alright?”

You swallow thickly, knowing your voice will give in the second you try to speak. So you remain silent. For exactly three seconds, dabbing a cotton pad at his split lip, before Chris speaks again.

“That dick won‘t bother you anymore.”

Of course, he thinks that‘s the problem. Of course.

“That‘s not what I‘m worried about,” you mutter, stoically keeping your eyes on his injuries.

“You‘re worried about me? Oh, baby, you know I can take care of myself,“ Chris says warmly.

“That’s not… I am worried about you, Chris. You need to stop this. But-”

“Baby, you know I won‘t,“ he mutters, slowly tilting your chin up with the hand that isn‘t holding the ice pack. “Those pricks deserve it.“

“Besides the fact that no one deserves to get beat up, that‘s not what I mean,“ you say, pulling away from him. “You need to stop or you‘ll end up in serious trouble.“

“I won‘t,“ he says softly. “I promise. I just want to teach them a lesson-”

“You‘re not listening to me, Chris!”

“What are you talking about, of course I‘m listening to you,“ he says, his brows furrowing.

“No you‘re not,“ you scoff. “I see the way you look at the guys you‘re going to hit. I‘m not blind. I can see that you want it.“

“Of course I want it,“ Chris says, laying a hand on your arm. “I need to protect my girl-”

“That‘s not what I mean, and we both know it,“ you snap, quickly closing your mouth and taking a deep breath. “I am just an excuse. Don‘t deny it!“

He already opened his mouth but closes it again, worry and confusion clouding his gaze. “Baby-”

“No. Listen to me,“ you interrupt him, trying to keep your tone calm. “You like the confrontation, don‘t you? The adrenaline? But you can‘t see… You don‘t see the way it‘s hurting me.“

Chris‘s expression falters for a moment. “I don‘t- what are you- what do you mean? I don‘t understand…“ he stutters.

“No, you don‘t,“ you say softly, pulling your arm out of his grip and standing up to bring more distance between you.

He really doesn‘t. He doesn‘t understand the way your heart clenches every time a guy even just glances at you in public. He doesn’t understand the way your thoughts start racing even when someone is just walking in your direction. He doesn‘t understand the way you‘re terrified of talking to anyone while out with him — out of fear to trigger his jealousy.

The air feels thick as you look at his expression, his desperate eyes, the bruise on his cheek and his still-bleeding lip.

“Explain it to me,“ he says, “please, what am I doing wrong?“

“You don‘t see the way you‘re hurting me, hurting everyone around you,“ you whisper, your voice just as thick now. The words feel like they‘re stuck in your throat and you have to force yourself to speak them. „I hate seeing people hurt, especially you. I hate seeing you get hurt, and knowing- knowing that it‘s because of me.“

“That‘s not true, baby, I‘m-”

“Please, Chris,“ you whisper, tears collecting in your eyes, “Please let me finish. I hate avoiding to go- to go out in public with you just because I can‘t… I can‘t trust you not to lash out at someone, I hate b-being scared every time someone looks at me or talks to me, I- I just… I hate seeing you angry, I hate seeing you violent, I hate seeing you like that… And yet you- you keep doing it, n-no matter how o-often I ask you to stop…“ Your throat is clogged, your breaths are laboured, your eyes are watering, and you physically can‘t speak anymore, the words having drained out of your head. But there is one sentence left, one you‘re terrified to even think.

And Chris is just standing there, the words burning in his mind, on his skin, digging into his flesh while he tries not to rush to hug you because he knows, he knows it wouldn‘t help. And then he feels the tears running down his face, and the pain ripping through his chest. You don‘t trust him. You can‘t trust him, you said it yourself. You‘re scared of him.

Fists clenching at his sides, he lets that sink in. Everything he‘s done for you, everything he thought he‘s done for you, crumbles under the heavy weight of reality, the realisation that he‘s been hurting you all along.

He steps forward, raises his arms, and sees the way you cross your arms. A shielding gesture. Chris thinks he can hear his heart finally shatter at that, after slowly cracking over the entire conversation.

There are no words he can use to explain himself. He knows he should apologise. But how do you apologise after terrifying your girl over and over again without even noticing? What words are there to express the mixture of frustration, fear, and self-hatred he‘s feeling against himself?

Chris drops his arms to his sides.

He turns around, and leaves.

And you are left alone. The front door slams closed, but you don‘t even flinch. Your mind is full, and so are your eyes, your ears, everything is clogged with memories, everything is breaking inside you, but you are relieved.

You are relieved, because how could you bear his overwhelming presence any longer, with one last question, one last sentence burning on your mind, a question you can‘t ignore but also can‘t speak, not in front of him?

How can you be sure he will never lash out at you? How can you be sure that you will never be on the receiving end of his fist?

masterlist

[amistyshadow]

🎶“Let’s go in the garden… You’ll find something waiting,

Right there where you left it, lying upside down,

When you finally find it, you’ll see how it’s faded!

The underside is lighter, when you turn it around;

Everything stays, right where you left it,

Everything stays, but it still changes,

Ever so slightly, daily and nightly,

In little ways… when everything stays”🎶

[myreia]

— vi. stay | follow

It is an inevitability, she feels, that they are always a little out of step, a little out of sync. One ahead, the other behind, a shadow to the other’s light. Pulled together not by fate nor by destiny, but by a small series of choices that are greater than the sum of its parts. They will always find each other—to the very end.

[sethsbigtits]

i finished it  ٩( ᐛ )و 

[me-sploh-rada-imas]

barve is back! [x]

[shalom-iamcominghome]

I was dreading Yom Kippur for a while, but honestly, it has been so healing and I didn't think that was what I'd be feeling.

In the time between my fears about Yom Kippur and today, I've (maybe) had an intense mixed episode for the past few weeks and today is the first day I feel... somewhat normal. And spending this time with everyone, admitting to each other and to g-d that we missed the mark last year, that we are human has been really intense.

I'm emotionally exhausted, but when my fist is against my chest, when we're singing about our faults... It doesn't hurt as badly. It's this idea that, no, I'm not some demon because we all have done these sins and we're all pleading to g-d for atonement as equals is just... It's something I never really consider to be true.

[portsandstars]

AAAAA IM SO HAPPY I FINISHED IT TODAY!!

[makeitlookdecent]

mostly marker testing

[doesntseeyourbeauty]

tagged by my beloved @sitpwgs - ILY SO MUCH AND I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU SOON <3

rules: list your top 5 albums from your top 5 artists (can't have a repeat of the same artist) on a poll, so your followers can vote which album they think captures your vibe the best.

tagging: @cottoncandywhispers @suburbanlegnd @ros3chu @gwcnstcyand anyone else who wants to do it!

[ctrl-lupin]

he sits down beside you and offers to pay for your next drink wyd

[dragonsdendoodles]

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SO GANG HOW WE FEELING ABOUT THIS ONE

[schnaf]

<Troubleshooting> Concept Spoiler - Jungsu

[bagelarts]

old and not-so-old captain ken art dump

Spoilery comic below cut

[forabeatofadrum]

El WooWoo! Happy 11/20 to Persona 5 fans, I guess. And thank you @nausikaaa, @that-disabled-princess, @artsyunderstudy and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe for tagging me in the past two weeks.

Folks, writing is hard. I am not working on Ljubili se, even though a part of me wants to, and instead I am just coming up with WIPs left and right. Honestly, I almost started a My Time at Sandrock Owen/Logan fic! Basically, it feels like my mind is all over the place and I keep trying to start new things in order to get back into the flow of things (see last week's Klaine snippet) only to fall flat again or get stuck.

All of this to stay that I started a fic about BBC's Class, the failed Doctor Who spin-off that is very near to my heart (no, seriously, watch Class). In this story I want to explore the extremely weird relationship between Charlie, Quill and Matteusz, since they end up living together. They all have different views of morality and it does get explored into the show, but not so much between Matteusz and Quill.

I did get stuck on it as well, but I think I have managed to find a way to get unstuck. I just have to delete this part:

Sometimes Matteusz wonders if his life is some elaborate joke. How did he end up here, with woman unconscious on the ground after Matteusz beat her down from behind, just to prevent her from shooting Charlie, who was fighting with Quill about using an alien genocidal Cabinet? Matteusz throws the gun out on the balcony. He’s had enough of guns. Charlie places the sphere back, much to Quill’s anger. Quill truly wants Charlie to kill all the Shadow Kin. Matteusz has stepped in front of Charlie to protect him from her before, and he will do it again. Luckily, Quill walks out without punching Charlie again. The Shadow Kin get rid of the petals and it looks like it’s all over without Charlie having to use the Cabinet. When Charlie admits that he doesn’t know what he would’ve done, Matteusz feels an ache in his chest. He had hoped to hear a clear refusal.

I wrote this part because I felt like I needed to recap what happened in the episodes Co-Owner of a Lonely Heart and Brave-Ish Heart, but also, people who read Class fic probably already know this. And this fic is meant to add to the story of the show, not rehash it. I'm probably going to cut this, rewrite a previous 'missing scene' to place it AFTER these episodes, and see where I go. Also, I want the fic to focus on the time after the main episodes, where all the characters have to deal with what happened. Class unfortunately ended on a cliffhanger, but that does make it free real estate for writers!

And now, the weather: @quizasvivamos @coffeegleek @caramelcoffeeaddict @raenestee @tectonicduck 

@nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @special-bc-ur-part-of-it

@larkral @cutestkilla​ @facewithoutheart​ @shrekgogurt @rockitmans @bitbybitwrites 

@whatevertheweather @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion @esilher @kurtsascot @blackberrysummerblog 

@nightimedreamersghost @ivelovedhimthroughworse @thnxforknowingme @martsonmars

[technicalthinker]

before the full ep is out i just need to say that on a more personal note that sneak peek clip of buck on the date with tommy hits a bit too close to home as an adult bi who lately has been very nervous, on edge and self-critical about having my first real explicit gay flirt with someone within reach. the way he was all like 'im chill about this' in the least chill way possible. the defensive 'i'm not lying to anyone' while nobody said he was. do you get me.