#they look so fricken ADORABLE

[actualsunflower]

generally, I don't like mods that modify Nick himself at all, but I just had to see what these looked like in game... I am so obsessed he looks so cute

Heart Eyes for Nick :)

[munsondjarin]

The Crow

bestfriend!eddie munson x reader

warnings(?)/summary: reader doing eddie’s makeup leads to their first kiss. all fluff

a/n: happy first day of october!!! i’m so fricken excited for halloween and im already thinking about so many couple costumes that i would do with eddie so this is incredibly self indulgent. i also haven’t written in so long so sorry if i’m a bit rusty

music softly fills the air in your bedroom as you stand in front of eddie, ready to paint on your new canvas. eddie sits on the corner of your bed adorably grinning at you, your pink spa headband in his hair. it didn’t take much convincing him to let you do this. once you both saw the crow he was quick to agree to your suggestion of letting you do eric’s makeup on him. you softly smile to yourself as you begin spreading the white face paint over eddie’s features, both of you falling into comfortable silence.

it’s not long before his fingers are straying from his lap and finding their place behind your thighs, pulling you closer in the process. you try to ignore the feeling his gaze on you produces, but it becomes more difficult once he starts tracing circles with his thumb on the side of your thighs. god were his pupils always this dilated?

as you begin painting his lips you feel his hands slowly travel upwards. your brain short circuits and in a panicked frenzy you climb onto the bed and settle yourself on his lap. his eyes widen a little and your cheeks heat up. “it’s easier this way,” you mumble as you go back to painting his lips. eddie offers you a small nod before gently settling his hands on your hips.

you move your hand to gently cradle the underside of his jaw as you start painting around his eyes. he finally breaks his silence. “how’s it lookin? am i as hot as eric draven?”

you take the moment to pull away and give your work a once over. gosh you don’t know what it was about the makeup but damn he looked good. he leans in, smirking at your silence. “look so good i leave you speechless, huh?” you roll your eyes “yea you in white makeup and wearing my headband is rlly doing it for me.” you deadpan.

he ignores your comment and instead stretches. “god my back hurts” he brings his hands away from you, outstretches his arms out to his side and falls back onto your bed. you look down at him raising an eyebrow. he offers you a smile. “don’t mind me, i’ll just lay here while you continue” he closes his eyes, his arms still stretched out to the side. rolling your eyes once again, you move closer, settling yourself on his hips. he shifts a little under you and your heartbeat quickens. you know what this would look like if anyone were to walk in, but it’s eddie and he doesn’t mean anything by it. he’s just being lazy.

you lean over him, placing your weight on his torso. he opens his eyes and looks down at where you sit atop of him. he brings his arms back to his side, resting his hands above the back of your knee. his touch is light and feathery, fingers caressing the inside of your legs. you try to bring back your focus into the makeup but his hands are beginning to slowly travel up your thighs once more, his eyes never leaving yours.

he brings his hands higher and you try to hide how your breath hitches, but eddie catches it. you’re too scared to move away. too scared to ruin whatever this is. you and eddie in this weird suspense. you can feel his chest rise and fall below you. he’s looking at you intently, his gaze flickering to your lips and back up again. your lips part as you take a deep breath.

“i’m done.” you blurt out as you sit up. eddie’s quick to follow you, lifting his upper body but keeping his hands on you, lifting them up to your hips. he’s still giving you the same look, not responding. why is he so quiet? “what?” you breath out.

“nothing” he whispers, his thumb gently rubbing the skin between your hipbone and your pants.

“…well don’t you wanna see how it turned out?”

“in a minute.” your eyes avoid his and land on your headband. you let out a small smile. “you still have this on.” you take out the headband, running your hands through his hair, fixing his bangs. he leans in, sliding his hands from your hips around to the small of your back. your noses brush and he takes in a breath. neither of you move, but he closes his eyes and you feel the breath that leaves his lips fall on yours. …he’s waiting for your permission.

you close the small gap he’s left, tentatively placing your lips on his. eddie immediately sighs into your mouth, pulling you closer. it’s like relief and satisfaction all at once. finally having his lips against yours, something you had secretly wanted for so long. he’s soft and slow at first, but the longer the kiss becomes the more passionate you both get.

“breathe sweetheart” he says against your lips before slightly pulling away. he’s still looking down at your lips when he starts to laugh. your stomach flips at the sound but you frown at him. “what?” he cups your chin, thumb brushing your bottom lip. he’s grinning “you got paint on you” warmth rushes into your cheeks as embarrassment seeps in. you probably look silly. eddie looks side to side, his dimples wrinkling the cheap face paint. “you got a camera around here? i think this is your best look yet” you lightly push at his chest, looking down. he lifts up your chin once more, “no seriously, this is really doing it for me” he says referencing your earlier comment. he’s smiling when his lips meet yours again. his tongue swipes at your lower lip and you let him explore your mouth, and the rest of you as the night progresses.

[hedwig221b]

Do you by chance have BAMF Stiles recs? I'm reading your stories and all you rec so thank you for being awesome!!

Thank you so much! One wouldn't know by looking at my fics, but I absolutely adore BAMF!Stiles lol. He's a delight!

Daybreak by TheObsidianQuill

"There . . ." Stiles swallowed and looked down at the bottle in his grasp as he slowly swirled the amber liquid inside. "There's really nothing left. For me. Everyone is . . . gone, and it feels like I haven't thought of tomorrow in years." His words rang in the air like a gunshot, he took another heavy drink. "I would trade every last breath I take to just have another shot—not even a guarantee, just a chance to make things right and bring back even one of them." The pack was gone. He had nothing left. He had no one. With nothing to lose, Stiles puts everything on the line to go back in time to try to prevent the future from becoming his past. Broken, guarded, and haunted by his past, only one overgrown-pup of a wolf seems able to get past his defenses. Changing the future? Easy. Finding a place for himself in the Hale Pack? Impossible.

The Roads Not Followed by SylvieW

Scott decides to leave Beacon HIlls with Allison and her father. Stiles is left alone to deal with the supernatural troubles of his home town, so he turns to Derek. Years later, Scott’s new pack is threatened, and the only ones who can help them are the Hale pack and Derek’s powerful mate.

Not Your Disney Romance by Wrennefer

After a long-forgotten agreement of an arranged marriage between Derek and the daughter of another pack's alpha resurfaces, Stiles takes it upon himself to become the most amazing fake fiancé that a clueless, desperate alpha werewolf could wish for.

This is Ridiculous by zosofi

There's a unicorn in Beacon Hills. A fricken' unicorn. In fricken' Beacon Hills, California. And it turns out that unicorns aren't drawn towards virgins in a happy-go-lucky let-me-lay-my-not-at-all-metaphorical-horn-in-your-lap way. No. They kill them. And guess who's the only virgin idiotic enough to get sucked into the Beacon Hills supernatural scene? Stiles, that's who.

A Tangled Refuge by wanderingeyre

The Hale House has been rebuilt for the past five years and for all five of those years, it’s been a sanctuary for supernaturals that needed a place to stay, a halfway point, a place to recuperate, or a place to be safe from whatever was on their tail. Word traveled quickly in the small world of the supernatural and now they rarely had to seek out people who needed help. Most came to them.

What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This? by isthatbloodonhisshirt

“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!” Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her. “What?! What was that sound?!” “You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder. “Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!” “Mike,” she argued. “Who’s Mike?” Scott asked. “Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.

Came For The Spark, Stayed For The Flame

Derek felt the panic build up in his chest as Jezebel held out a hand. He smelled it before he saw it, because who could forget the scent of what destroyed your life? Fire and spark and smoke curled from Jezebel's hands, and the wood stacked at Stiles' feet flared up. When Stiles and Derek get bonded as Emissary-and-Alpha, hidden attractions become a lot harder to hide, secrets are kept and secrets are surfaced, and an evil teenage girl is planning even more ritualistic sacrifice. Canon divergence from the end of 3a.

Dangerous by jjmash

There are a lot of things that the pack doesn’t know about Stiles. Some of it is little things he simply has no reason to mention, like how he almost failed organic chemistry his first semester at Stanford. Some of it is bigger stuff that he just can’t bring himself to think about, like the nightmares that still plague most of his nights and trap him inside his own mind in increasingly horrific ways. But most importantly, the pack doesn’t know all the ways in which Stiles has transformed during his time away from them. He doesn’t need fangs and claws to be dangerous.

The Person You'd Take a Bullet For (is Behind The Trigger) by SadieHerondale

The road to hell is paved with good intentions, but until he gets Derek back, Stiles' actions are going to be worse than bad. And he will get Derek back, come hell or high water.

Something More Than Human by gatergirl79

Stiles Stilinski has a secret, a huge secret. A secret that will change the way everyone sees him. No, he hasn't been bitten by a werewolf. Stiles Stilinski is the product of a government experiment to create the perfect soldier, a human weapon. As a second generation transgenic, Stiles has been living a normal life with his dad in Beacon Hills, playing the role of klutzy sidekick to his werewolf best friend. All that changes however when Derek saves his life, Stiles finds himself slowly embracing who he really is. - But at what cost?

Red Witch by rootbeer

The red hair of a banshee. The red eyes of an alpha. The red hoodie of a mage. The red of fire burning. Derek Hale has been a prisoner to the hunters since they burned his family alive. But now someone has come to save him: skinny, defenseless Stiles--147 lbs of skin and fragile bones. Turns out, sarcasm isn't his only weapon.

Oh my (let me look at those eyes) by Gorgeousgreymatter

A few months ago, he might’ve been able to solve this with some force—a little man-handling, a snarl, a glimpse of teeth. But he looks at Stiles’s broken face, knows he’s seen too much horror and blood and evil, the whole Big Bad Wolf routine is just going to fall flat. Because Derek looks at Stiles and he doesn’t carry himself like a teenager anymore. He carries himself like a soldier.

Other fic recs: pack mom!Stiles | angsty fics | historical AU | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | possessive Derek | smut | hurt/comfort | magical Stiles | mafia | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | omegaverse | witch!Stiles | creature!Stiles | bad friend Scott | unrequited love | werewolf!Stiles

[libbyrequiresescapism]

Gaz doodle 💕❤️

[fazcadeemployee69]

*random child runs up to Jack and Micheal while they're chatting [or just Micheal], gives this, and then somersaults away into ballpit*

"...thank you. "

(Mod Tangerine here, this is fricken AWESOME dude i'm actually going feral over your art holyyy shitt. He looks so adorable in your style.,)

[toodledoops]

the way rusty smiles after doing the high five with black rose is so fricken adorable

LOOK AT HER, LOOK HOW PRECIOUS SHE IS!!

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New Hobby Alert!! Knitting

Alright guys, everyone and their mother (including mine) seems to adore knitting, but where's the finesse? Where's that umph?! Where is the vision of an old lady clicking her two needles together to the irritation of everyone on a train????!!! That's right, I have entered my grandmother era as the weather starts to chill and picked up knitting and here are my thoughts that no one asked for:

Knitting is as close to meditation as my distracted brain can get.

Love that I can watch youtube in the background and pretend its productive because I am knitting as I do it.

There are way more stitch types than I thought.

There are way more patterns out there than I thought.

In classic overachiever fashion, I have decided to try and knit a tapestry. Yes, I have only ever made a scarf. No, I don't know how to knit with two colors. No, I don't know what the fuck floats are (seriously though, do they matter? At the end of this I have some questions to ask yall).

Bonding with my mom feels nice!

Also free gifts I can give to people because my mom has a bunch of small balls of yarn and I can just make little squares and turn them into bunnies (tutorial I used). Pics below the questions if you want to see.

Why is it that with every other product you can throw away the label, but with knitting not only do you have to keep the yarns label to know how to properly use it, but also every other tools label too? This is bullshit.

On the flip side of that, I think it is super cool that the labels have patterns that utilize the yarn on the back.

Finally, I am glad I started this. It really has introduced me to some really cool people and I've found a little community through knitting.

Questions below (pls if you know answer them, ya girl is struggling)

Ok so this is the pattern I want to do. The issue is that on row one, it is a 9 stitch float and I don't know how to avoid that. Is there a way to pin it down? If so can you show me a video for it?

Another question I have is, is the knit stitch supposed to look like a classic 'V' in the front but, purl in the back? What is the benefits of switching between purl and knit? Is it just for stretchiness? Also I think I bastard-ized my purl. Essentially, I just did a knit stitch but, every time I transferred all the knits to one side, I switched which hand my needles were in basically just only knitting with one hand for all the rows. I can't remember which hand I started with. Below is the result.

Is there a tool where you can input a pattern (like the one I have above) and then it can track what row you are on for you? Like it highlights the row you are on and then when you press space it moves up a row? That would be so fricken cool if it did.

Lastly, here are the promised progress pics:

Should have chosen a different button for the tail but oh well.

[miraitrunks]

okay, so… here it is: a larger post of most of the treasure planet merch i’ve received but haven’t shared here. this stuff gets more and more niche/rare the further you scroll, so check it all out! let’s start from the top:

first up— we’ve got my complete collection of all the loungefly products. each one has jim on it so it was a must <3 personally the first release (middle) is my favorite but i think the pink backpack is prettier

second up— my 20th anniversary pin as well as my cursed concepts pin. such lovely grabs <3 then we have the pin i bought off the artist Dean Grayson from his “Heroic Rides” series on etsy. it’s fricken huge!

third— probably one of my favorites, my hallmark treasure planet cups. i got these off ebay and i have absolutely no idea what year they’re from. aren’t they so cool?! i got so many and they’re brand new. the print of jim on the cup is just top tier. “honey, we’ve got guests. bring out the fine china!” 10/10.

number four— my jim & silver keychain toys. these are olddd! if you know me though, you know i don’t keep stuff in the packages. silver could stay, but jim definitely had to come out. he zooms forward like a toy car when you pull him back and then let him go!

item number five— treasure planet for the playstation 2. i’m especially fond of this one considering the ps2 was my first ever gaming console that i owned myself. so many fun memories!

number six— my japanese art promo book featuring some of the japanese voice casting! as an anime fan, collecting japanese promotional material for american media is something that i’ve always wanted to do. i haven’t gotten my hands on a japanese movie poster yet, but it’s on my list for sure. this is a pretty close runner up though! i love all the pngs used for this booklet! (sorry for my weird hand placement in some of these, as the pages folded out and it was hard to photograph with one hand)

number seven— last one for now! i think i saved the best for last personally, but this is my disney adventures collector’s edition magazine for treasure planet back from 2002, the movie’s release year. let me tell you, this thing is such a throwback from the events of the year to the ads that come in the thing.

…AND THERE’S A WHOLE CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE COMIC IN HERE?! i had no idea! it was like striking gold! this is also one of my favorites of all the things i own. can we get a load of how cute he looks on the cover? he almost looks like he’s aware he’s posing for a magazine cover. so adorable!

…wow, that’s all from me for now! while it’s definitely not all i own, this is just some of the newer stuff i’ve gotten since i’ve been away and/or some of the stuff i think is cooler. did you recognize any of this stuff? find anything new? lemme know!

[thicctails]

I absolutely LOVE your Mythology Falls AU designs, but I’m curious on why you chose the ones that you did.

I'm so happy you like it! Let's go down the list, shall we?

Dipper: I love the Sphinx!Dipper from Nightrizer's take on Monster Falls, but I didn't want to go that route since these are supposed to be an original take on idea of everyone becoming creatures of myth and legend. The first reason I chose a Gryphon for our beloved Pine Tree because they represent traits like bravery, wisdom, and power. Obviously, Dipper isn't the strongest character in Gravity Falls, but when the chips are down, he isn't afraid to start beating the hell out of whatever is terrorizing him, no matter how much stronger they may be.

The second reason is because I wanted to do something with owls and cheetahs for Dipper. I chose the barn owl because their feathers actually do kinda resemble the colours I chose for Dipper's feathers, and also because they're my favourite species of owl. Both owls and cheetahs are nervous creatures with high pitched calls, which I think fits Dipper very well haha.

Mabel: While I like the idea of Mabel being some kind of water creature, I think her being a mermaid would cause quite a few issues with mobility. I went with a selkie because not only are baby seals fricken adorable (especially harp seals, which is what her coat is based on), but it also allows her to keep her iconic sweater look! Now she can be fashionable on land, and utterly adorable in the water. There's also the added risk of someone trying to take her coat, but when one of your Grunkle's is a dragon, and the other is a kelpie, most people get the hint not to try anything.

Grunkle Stan:

Haha, come on, you see it, right?

Really, though, while Stan may love money, and everyone assumes that he would be hoarding crisp dollar bills, his real horde is actually his house and all those within it. He loves his family more than life itself, and anyone who brings them harm is going to be getting a face full of flames. He's big, grumpy, and looks like he'd be nothing more than a dumb brute, but in reality he's a big softie who could outsmart most anyone who crossed him.

Ford: Kelpies look beautiful, friendly, and enticing, promising fun and adventure, if you only would come closer and climb atop their back. However, this is only a farce, and now you're being dragged down into the dark depths of a lake or river. While Ford wasn't drowning anyone as a human, he certainly dragged McGucket down a dark path, often bringing him into dangerous situations, and he almost did the same to Dipper, although not intentionally. However, they are not always bad, and if you can slip a bridle over a Kelpie's head and tame it for a time, they'll tirelessly help you with whatever you need.

They were also said to be shapeshifters, often taking the form of a man. Whether or not Ford will figure this out remains to be seen (hopefully no one sticks him in a cage and threatens to freeze him!)

Soos: The world's most perfect man deserves a nobel and revered creature. Qilins are gentle, benevolent protectors, and unlike unicorns, they really can see into someone's heart! I wanted Soos to have an overwhelmingly friendly and loved mythological form, so a Qilin seemed like a natural fit.

Wendy & McGucket: two North American cryptids, neither one having much to go on. I chose a Splintercat for Wendy, both because its a lumberjack legend, and because this lynx-like beast topples whole trees with ease by smashing into them which reminded me of Manly Dan, who is also a Splinter Cat.

As for poor old Fiddleford, I made him into a Glawackus because 1. tell me that name isn't something he'd say.

and 2. Glawackuses are said to have the ability to erase the memories of anyone who looks into their eyes. I made it so that the eye that is covered by his green eyeglass is safe to look into, while the other will cause memory loss.

[its-time-to-write]

Ooh I just read the other part to the baby Jamie tartt story and it was amazing!! What about where it’s bea’s first soccer game and the team shows up and Jamie is just a proud dad or she’s 2 or 3 watching her dad play and cheering super loud and getting into it!?!

Heyyo! Mixed this with another ask. It was fun to write! Thank you!

today’s a day like any other

Bea is two years old and five months, and she’s at the age where she is talking in sentences and can understand things that are happening around her. She makes little two-year-old jokes that only she understands, and her favorite person in the whole entire world is Sam Obisanya. 

You have a picture of her at her second birthday party, pointing at something while Sam holds her, both in matching Obisanya 24 kits. She can’t read, but she knows enough to tell that the markings are the same. She wears it every day it’s clean, and some days it’s not. You think it’s hilarious because Jamie has to cajole her into wearing her Baby Tartt 9 kit. 

Jamie is her second favorite person. She calls him “dada,” and shrieks whenever he comes home from training. Both of you are in your mid-twenties now, and you get stares whenever you’re out with her. The press is still the press, but they keep Bea’s face out of it when they speculate how long Jamie will keep “playing house,” or you will “put up with his antics.” They comment on young marriage and early divorce, and you and Jamie make the choice to laugh through it. 

He calls Ted about once a week for advice on marriage and fatherhood, and Rebecca stops by for lunch for you and Bea twice a week to give you advice on marriage and encourage you in motherhood. Bea adores her, almost as much as she does Sam. Almost. 

Rebecca had been hesitant at first to share, but once you said, “I’m pretty sure you know what red flags I should look for,” she laughed and went full steam ahead. 

All that to say, Bea’s favorite people are Sam, Jamie, and you, in exactly that order. (You could rank the rest of the team, but honestly it’s pretty close between some of them and they don’t need that type of competition.) 

Bea is two years old and five months, and she is at yet another football match, wearing her Obisanya 24 jersey and bouncing up and down in your arms. You’re three months along with your son name undisclosed so you can still hide it, but you’re wearing one of Jamie’s kits as opposed to your own. You put tiny lines of red and blue face paint on Bea and are standing up in Rebecca’s box, pointing things out to Bea. You point to a tiny Sam on the pitch, and Bea starts yelling, “Sam, Sam, Sam!” He can’t hear her, of course, but he’s looking around and smiling. The stadium is chanting, “Go, Sam Obisanya,” and Bea picks it up. You see Jamie nudge Sam and point up to where you’re sitting and Sam waves. Bea waves back, giggling.

“Bea, do you see Dada?” you ask. Jamie’s face is on the big screen, and she wiggles even harder. She’s practically vibrating in your arms. You think this might be the first game she actually understands enough to remember. You spend the first half narrating the game to her- “See, Sam has the ball. He’s trying to get it to Dada. Oh look, there he goes. Do you think he’s going to pass it?” 

Bea is watching intently as Jamie zips by player after player. You see him fake out Wolverhampton’s last line of defense and then the stadium erupts. He’s scored the first goal of the game. 

Bea is yelling her head off and bouncing again. Jamie looks up to where he knows you are an blow a kiss, which only makes Bea lose it more. 

On the drive home, all she can talk about is how “dada got a goal,” and “dada is my favorite.”

— 

Bea is seven years old and one month, and she is very adamant that she wants to play football. Her friends are all playing, plus she’s Beatrice fricken’ Tartt. Isn’t football in her blood?

You and Jamie tried to talk her out of it, not wanting her to feel like she had to. She insisted.

So there you are on a Saturday morning, seven months pregnant (yes, again thanks to goddamn Jamie Tartt) getting ready to cheer Bea on in her first match of the season. 

Her kit says Tartt 24 because of course it does. The teams are doing little stretches to get ready, so you smile and reach down to get a juice for four-year-old Theo (no, you don’t call him Ted) out of the cooler Jamie brought. 

“Eyy, it’s the Tartts!” says a voice. You look up to a grinning Dani. 

“Dani! What are you doing here?” you ask, grinning back.

“Couldn’t miss my favorite niece’s first match, could I? And I heard you had drinks,” he says, peering into the cooler. 

You laugh and someone else says, “let me know what’s in the cooler, bruv.” You turn, and there’s Isaac, Colin, and Michael. Dani waves to someone across the field, and it’s Sam, Jan Maas, Richard, and Bumbercatch. Roy’s Jeep screeches into the parking lot, and you see him get out followed by a flurry of pink. Of course it’s Keeley. 

“I hope I’m not late,” says another voice, and Bea runs up to say “Aunt Bex!” and does a flying leap at Rebecca. 

All of Bea’s uncles are here, minus Ted and Beard, to support her at her first game. 

You think you might cry.

Jamie, on the other hand, is looking extremely proud of himself. 

Bea is showing of her number 24, Sam is grinning proudly, Richard, Isaac, and Jan Maas are hyping her up, and Dani is doing arm curls with Theo hanging onto his wrist. 

Jamie slides his arm around your waist and presses a kiss to your neck. 

“Jamie Tartt,” you say, “did you invite all of them?”

Jamie grins. “I might’ve.“

“That might be the sweetest thing you’ve ever done. It might even make me not mad at you anymore.”

Jamie pulls away a little, indignant. “What’re you mad at me for? I haven’t done anything!”

You point to your stomach and say, “Oh really, then what do you call this?”

Jamie fixes you with a devilish grin. “Proof that I’m still fucking sexy?”

You giggle like a teenager. He is definitely still fucking sexy. 

The game is filled with wild cheers from Bea’s aunts and uncles, especially when she performs a header. 

“I taught her that,” Roy says to anyone who will listen. 

They swarm her on the field after the game’s over, uncaring if she’s won or lost. It doesn’t matter. They don’t all play for Richmond anymore, but they will always be a family. 

—

Bea is sixteen years old when she causually mentions a boy named Thomas in one of her classes. You’re all at the dinner table and Jamie doesn’t clock it, but you do. 

Jamie is only a few years out from retirement. He’s around the age Roy was when Roy hurt his knee, and although he’s still tearing it up on the pitch, you both know his time is coming to a close. 

He’s a lot sadder than he lets on, but you remind him there’s more to life. Your family has become somewhat famous, even in the States, so he’ll still have opportunities to do what he loves. Just not with the League. It’s become a bit of a routine, at this point, having the same conversation at the end of ever season. 

Just one more, Jamie promises, One more and then I’ll retire. You just hope he isn’t forced to by an injury.

But anyway, Bea’s got her eye on a boy and Jamie is completely oblivious until you bring it up that night while getting ready for bed. He’s flossing his teeth and your putting lotion on your face. 

“She fuckin’ what?” Spit goes flying. 

“Jamie, that’s disgusting. Please wipe that up.”

Jamie grabs a towel and swipes at the mirror. “How d’you know? It could just be a friend. She’s too young to be thinking like that!”

You smile. Bea’s a very thoughtful girl. You’re pretty sure she timed the name-drop with great precision and care, testing the waters. 

She’s a lot like you. 

“Babe, I just know. And, not sure if you’ve noticed, but she’s not seven anymore. Plus, I’ve seen Thomas around. He’s a very bright, respectful young man. Bea’s got a good head on her shoulders.”

Jamie pales, not listening to a thing you said. He grabs your hand. “Babe. Babe. Think about what I was like. Fucking hell, I was an absolute wanker. Oh fuck. This is not fucking good.”

He’s spiraling. He’s spiraling about his oldest daughter and it’s adorable. His hair is all crazy from running his hands through it, and his eyes are wild. You know what Jamie was like. You met a toned-down version of him, and you’re pretty sure he wouldn’t want Bea even near someone like that. You’ve heard the stories of how he was before. 

“Jaim,” you say, “it’s going to be ok. Seriously.”

“You don’t understand,” he says, hands now on your face. “I was an absolute shithead. I was rude and a fucking dick. I didn’t treat women well, or anyone well, and I don’t want Bea with someone like me.”

You understand. You’re not minimizing his concerns or apathetic about Bea, it’s just that you know the daughter you’ve raised, and you tell Jamie as much. “I know this is new for us, but she’s wonderful. And anyway, it’s not like she’s going to end up like me, twenty-two and knocked up.”

“We were married!” Jamie protests, “And twenty-two is like being a real adult!”

You raise an eyebrow. “We were barely married. And we were basically kids.” 

Jamie still looks distraught, so you place your hands on his wrists. 

“Darling, don’t worry. She’ll be ok. We made it this far being stupid, and she’s so much smarter than either of us.”

Jamie snorts, which you take as a victory. 

“And anyway,” you continue, “any boy that breaks her heart has like a million of her scary uncles to deal with. I promise, promise, promise she’ll be alright.”

Jamie smiles at that. “She does, doesn’t she?” He kisses the tip of your nose. “Suppose it’s a good thing you didn’t have any of those, otherwise we might not have gotten together.”

You laugh. “Alright, you sentimental dweeb. It’s past your bedtime.”

“Just one more kiss,” Jamie replies, and then his lips are on yours and you forget what you were even talking about, anyway. 

[ninadove]

I’m an outsider to the miraculous fandom, generally because of anxiety stuff but I have this silly little Felix idea I think you would really like. (Or maybe I’m just dumb and this has been done before)

So I’m a bit obsessed with flower symbolism, right? My favorite being roses. For Felix, (and sentis in general) I think the two types of blue roses are perfect symbolism.

1.) Classic Royal Blue Rose

I’m not sure how common this fact is, but bright blue roses aren’t real. They’re artificial. White Roses dyed blue. Symbolically, They represent royalty, mystery and that which is unobtainable. Theres also some folk lore that they can grant wishes.

2.) Genetically Altered “Blue” Roses

So, in the early 2000’s (coincidentally around when Adrien and Felix would have been born?) Scientists wanted to find a way to make “naturally” occurring blue roses. Their attempts to create these roses was technically successful, but they aren’t actually blue. They are more of a pinky-purple-blue, it’s a fairly wide range, but almost all of the photos of them that I’ve seen are either the color of Argos’ eyes or his skin.

So basically I think both types of “blue” roses serve as a baller senti allegory…..

Specifically, Colt Fathom would be the “scientist” in search of creating the elusive royal blue rose. Something that doesn’t occur in nature, representing desire (yk peacock miraculous moment) and what is unobtainable. Yet, all he manages to make is the mauve-colored blue rose, Felix.

Or, Alternatively, Adrien could be the Royal blue rose to Felix’s genetically altered rose.

Adrien was molded for mass appeal by his father, meant to be widely adored by the people. Like the genetically altered rose, it is artificial, but it’s also considered to be beautiful, elegant and desired. People want the royal blue rose, just as Emilie and Gabe wanted him.

Meanwhile, the genetically altered blue rose is lowkey…, a little disappointing? It’s not what people were hoping for. It’s not what people envision when they think of blue roses, because dude it’s fricken purple. In a way, that could be how bitchass Mr Fathom saw his son. Unnatural, but without the charms of the dyed royal blue rose.

Or, double alternatively,

Adrien is already kinda associated with red roses anyway. He’s constantly giving them to LB, season 5 ends with him and Mari kissing in Emilie’s red rose garden.

Which would give Felix symbolism rights to both kind of blue roses.

Imagining a kiss scene to parallel adrinette kiss where it’s Felix and Kagami sharing a kiss in a garden of blue roses. Artificial but still beautiful

Oh Anon you know exactly what to say to make me experience Thoughts and Feelings. Pictures for reference (Classic Royal Blue on the left, genetically altered on the right):

Look at this blue. It’s literally peacock blue. And damn if this isn’t Argos lilac I don’t know what is

I can definitely see the symbolism working both ways! Felix being a more vibrant, but also harsher version of Adrien’s soft hues… The royal/religious symbolism associated with this shade of blue specifically… It works so well…

But I love Classic Royal Blue Adrien and genetically altered Felix even more, for all the reasons you listed. What is a monster, if not a deviation from the norm? I think I’ve written Kagami going heart eyes over Argos’ more “inhuman” features enough for everyone to know how beautiful she would find it… 💜

SPEAKING OF KAGAMI. I think we could go on a whole tangent about her association with red roses and passion — how she couldn’t find it in Adrien and Mari but eventually did in Felix. They SHOULD kiss in a rose garden and they SHOULD make it everyone’s problem! 🌹

[alinedreams]

Things I got from Eternal!LOVE!'s new trailer:

HYPERSPACE WOMBAT W00T

Yumoto is indeed somewhat taller but HE LOOKS AND SOUNDS THE EXACT FRICKEN SAME (relatable)

Welp, it's 2025; here I thought it'd be like 2018 or something like that but ten years have passed. Yumoto feels even more relatable to me specifically now lol

Ai-Ai is adorable, I really hope it doesn't turn out he's evil ;-;

Censored timeskip bois!

The censor can't hide the fact En is either a hobo or a stoner (I'm voting stoner, if only because I don't want En to suffer in the streets)

Atsushi seems to be a doctor? Unsurprising, to say the least, given that both his parents are physicians.

The censor can't hide the fact Io grew his hair long and is now wearing a ponytail; you wanna bet he still has his terrible fringe?

Ryuu probably isn't wearing his headband anymore and I'm sure he's in a host club now; that's just his vibe, even the censoring can't hide the fact his clothes seem to be flashy as heck

Death Amor (provided this is his real form and not just some armor or decoy) looks like Dialga and Eternatus had a hatechild

Reused magical boy footage! Maybe they're back to youth or maybe they're still older even while in costume? We'll only know when the movie is out, right?

Apparently they're in their original forms when dealing with that evil Pokemon alien, but it could also be staff redrew that frame specifically as to not spoil us. (As if! if they can get to recycle animations, they'll probably handwave some flimsy excuse for the rejuvenation)

FIGHTING SCENE YES I'M STOKED AND HYPED AND EXCITED!!!! LET'S GOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Are those... Evil tentacles? Uh-oh.

Puberty entirely missed Yumoto's voice and it shows, lol

Aaaaand... That's it. It's gonna be out in Japanese cinemas 1/24, but who the heck knows when overseas fans will see it, provided we will even have any official way to do so.

[babyxbluexmoon]

☁︎ dirty secret ☁︎

REQUESTED! i lost the fricken request T-T but here it is anyway, so hopefully they see it! <3

The request was something like.. : Can you please write a yandere/possessive Neteyam, but he acts sweet and kind infront of Y/N, and hides alll the dirty secrets. I absolutely fell in love with the idea!

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Yandere Neteyam! x Oblivious! Fem! Na'vi! Reader!

Warnings: Yandere behaviour, Murder, Manipulation, Possessive/protective behaviour. Not proof read.

Synopsis : Neteyam was so in love with his mate for life, the love of his heart and the constantly thought in his mind. He would do anything for her, to keep her as his. 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈..

Neteyam smiled as he watched his blue skinned girl weave a basket, teaching the younger na'vi kids how to do so, and chuckling when a young male accidently weaved his finger to the current basket he was making. It made her giggle too, and hearing tha made his obsessed heart flutter with happiness. He liked her happy, though he did wish only he could make her show any emotion at all.

He approched the girl and patted her hwir gently, loving how braided yet soft it was, and she looked up at him, giving a warm and kind smile. "Hello ma'Neteyam." The girl greeted, her na'vi accent send shivers down his spine, loving, addictive shivers. "Hello, sylang(flower)." He sat down, and the children admired the warrior before getting back to weaving, Y/n leaning over and helping a young female who got confused.

Once the weaving lesson was over, Neteyam helped Y/n gather her lesson things, carrying them for her as they walked to their shared hut, going inside and setting the stuff in the corner where they belonged. "How was training?" Y/n asked him and he looked to her with those ember orbs that almost matched her own like the rest of the clan. "Alright, my father showed Lo'ak and I a few new tricks he learnt."

She smiled at him sweetly and walked over, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling him close, making the males tail lift and sway happily, hugging her back and kissing her temple. "Oh, I have promised to help Fulang'iti with something. So I will head off now. Would you mind starting dinner on the fire, I won't be long." She promised and his heart clenched. 'Him..' Neteyam thought. No matter how many times he secretly threatened him to stay away from his mate, he kept coming back like the sky people.

"Alright, I can do that for you." With that, the girl left and Neteyam couldn't help but snarl to himself, why would she care about what he wants? He thought to himself and ran a hand through his black braided hair, then he stared at the ceiling of his hut before sighing and going over to the fire pit, getting out a piece of meat he hunted and smiled. Sure, they could go to the clan eating area, but sometimes it was nice to eat alone with the one he adored to the core.

"Fulang'iti... your really pushing bonderies.. talking to what is rightfully mine and mine alone.." he spoke, and stared at the knife in his hand made of tree wood and a rock, sharpened, perfect for slicing. "Fulang...'iti.." he suddenly smirked slightly, "maybe words aren't enough alone... is that what your indicating, Eywa..?" He asked softly, a smirk forming on his blue face.

Y/n stood with Fulang'iti, helping him with hunting. "So, what does a warrior like you need help with hunting?" She asked, holding an arrow in one hand and a bow in the other, made by her father specially for her. "Well my mother has given birth to twins as you know, so now my family has eight children, including me, the second oldest. So, I just wanted help to collect everything we need." Y/n nodded, she had two older brothers and a single father, and he always needed help hunting when they were little.

"Alright. I don't mind." She smiled at him and they stayed close as sound of thanator's could be heard from near by, kneeling more closely to the ground. Neteyam watched them closely from up a tree, how dare he ask her to do this with him. She was a fragile weaver, not a hunter. Sure, she was good with a bow, but her precious self should not be thus far away from the safety of the clan.. without her mate. With Neteyam to protect her. Only he could protect her.

They made it to a ledge and knelt down beside each other, watching a lot of prey animals doing their own things. "OK.. try to get something big, please." He spoke to her quietly and she nodded, then advanced forward, but not too closely, she had a bow for a reason, she just wanted a better look, see what looked slightly weaker, incase she strikes wrong and it went for her.

Neteyam took this as his chance, and advanced towards the other male who was approaching something that caught his eye, when Neteyam suddenly pounced on him. He covered Fulang'iti's mouth with his hand as they fell to the grassy floor with a soft thud and Neteyam flipped the other over to look at him. "What have I told you.. about talking or even being near Y/n...?" He asked through a soul, slowly removing his hand. "She's my friend." Fulang'iti huffed out, winded by the impact.

"And she's 𝙢𝙮 mate.. I decide who comes near her." He growled, "that'd not how it works Net-", "It is in my world. She's my probity. My love. My mate. She belongs to me. Her mind, her heart, her body and soul. It all belongs to me." He pulled out the knife he was using to make dinner with, and lifted it up in the air, making Fulang'iti gasped. He was about to yell but Neteyam covered his mouth with his free hand, grinning like a half moon.

"May you walk along Eywa.. prick." With that the knife came down into the males chest and to his heart, the life fading from him with a few last groans. His body fell limb and heavy, and Neteyam moved away, before seeing his darling holding a beast of prey over her shoulder, struggling to carry it. "Wow.. so pretty.." he mumbled, seeing how her small muscles tensed as she carried the heavy, pretty big beast, dragging it along the floor with it upper body on her shoulders.

"Fu-Fulang'iti..! Wh-where did you go..?" She looked around confused, and Neteyam decided to play it cool so he ran around some tree until coming infant of her. "My Eywa, Y/n!" He ran over, acting like his usual soft self. He took the beast from her and laid it on the ground. "Why are you here, my love? Where's Fulang'iti?" She asked, looked up at him and panting softly. "He came back to the clan, said you were both finished and I wondered where you were?" He questioned.

Her face fell, "bu-but we were supposed to be hunting.. why would he leave me here..?" She wondered, looking at all the dangerous beasts that could have come and crushed her at any given moment. "Oh my darling.. it's OK.. I'm here to protect you now ma'sylang(my flower). He held her in his arms, then kissed her nose before moving away and lifting the beast onto his own shoulders. "Come on, we'll keep this for ourselves. May I say, great job honey, I'm so proud of you." He praised, and she giggled, blushing.

Once they arrived back at their shared hut, a elder woman came over, holding two babies in her arms, Fulang'iti's mother. Neteyam bought the beast into the hut before standing beside his mate, his hand on her back. "Can we help you?" He asked her kindly and she smiled. "I was just wondering if you knew where Fulang'iti is. He said he was out hunting with Ms. Y/n.." She spoke and Y/n tilted her head. "But he came back here, he abandoned me where all the prey were.." She said and the woman looked almost shocked, "Oh right.. Well I'll have a word once I find him. Thank you, Y/n."

With that she left, and Y/n swallowed, "wonder where he is..." She said softly and Neteyam cupped her shoulders, towering over her from behind. "He's not our problem darling. Forget him, let's enjoy dinner, and I'll cook your greatest catch." He leant and nibbled her ear gently. "And afterwards, I'll reward you for it.." he spoke and her tail rose up slightly, then began swaying, making him smirk and walked inside, and she followed like a lost puppy.

Neteyam smirked as he got on with dinner, slicing up the beast with a new knife, as Y/n prepared the small wooden table for them. "Hey sylang(flower)." He spoke, not looking back at the woman. "Yes, Ma'Teyam." She replied, looking to the back of his head. "You wouldn't.. ever leave me, right..?" He asked, and she gave a wide eyed look before he heard her approached him, then two small arms slythered around his waist from behind and hugged him, a head against his back. "Never. You are mine, as I am yours. We are mates for life, Ma'Neteyam."

"Good. I want to keep this forever.. Ma'Y/n." He replied, grinning at the slowly cooking beast, knowing just ways from the clan was Fulang'iti body, slowly being eaten away by some creature, or just laying there, bleeding and awaiting for something to find it. Perfectly away from Neteyam's mate, oblivious to her love's 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩.

[daintybrute]

HAPPY FE3H 5 YEAR TIME SKIP ANNIVERSARY! ✨⚔🎮

Embarrassing little fact about myself: The very first time I started playing Fire Emblem 3H, I joined Blue Lions partially because Felix and Annette looked like Penny and Sebastian from Stardew.

My peculiar little brain had decided, without knowing anything about these characters, I was going to play matchmaker for the Penny and Sebastain look-alikes. As I continued playing, I discovered not only do Felix/Annette look similar, their personalities and mannerisms are somewhat comparable to Seb/Penny. Not identical by any means, but same vibes for sure. And their in-game supports were fricken' ADORABLE.

Welp, come to find out Felix/Annette are a MASSIVELY popular ship in the FE3H fandom - so the beautiful fanart and fics are a' plentiful! Needless to say, I too ship them and always pair them together in my Blue Lions playthroughs.

Anyway, I love Felix and Annette! They are so cute! Even aside from making them my weird little proxy ship 😅

So long story long, above are some grubby sketches of Penny/Sebastian and Felix/Annete with swapped outfits. I tried to get this artwork completed on time for the FE3H 5 year time skip anniversary, but alas. The idea was The Office Pam's "They're the same picture" sort of joke, but eh… You get it lol.

If you like Penny and Seb at all, check out Felix/Annette and Netteflix tags on Ao3 and Tumblr. Even fandom blind, I'm sure you won't regret it!

Annnd here is a little Felix/Annette one shot I have posted in honor of this day:

[idontknowwhatimdoinglol]

some height related quotes I found on Pinterest that I as a short person relate to (featuring the Avengers)

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tony: aww look at you so small and cute

y/n: shut up

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steve: *leans down to hug y/n and ruffle their hair*

y/n: *grumbles something about revenge for this*

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y/n: you have five centimeters over me and your acting all high and mighty, grow the hell up!

bucky: well clearly ive grown up alot more then you.

y/n: i well end you

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thor: i could lift you up while kissing you

y/n: excus- hey! what are you doing!

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Natasha: you're threatning, but in a very adorable way

y/n: *evil gremlin noises*

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tony: *leans down but grunts in pain*

y/n: tony are you ok?

tony: i think i broke my back trying to lean down and kiss you

y/n: im not that fricken short!

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scott: *puts his elbow on y/n's head.* your like an arm rest

y/n: *glares*

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[teehee413]

This has spoilers! Unpopular opinion (and I may be biased because I love alec lightwood so much) but so many people mention how his fight with Magnus in COLS was out of character but I think it's pretty accurate. Let me explain. Alec has spent years repressing how he has felt, thought, and acted. He is 18 years old and never had any experience in a relationship. DO you guys remember your first relationship? Or being 18? Because I was extremely immature about so many smaller things than IMMORTALITY. Which is pretty fricken big. So he was a little bit slut shaming, but that wasn't his intention. He was insecure and hurt. I'm not saying it's an excuse, but I am saying it makes sense that he wasn't all understanding about it. He hasn't been with anyone else, magnus is his end all, that would hurt anyone. Red scrolls of magic was insane for his character growth and I adored every single part. But I liked his flaws in COLS too. Because it made him real, and we all have some flaws and in reality we don't look pretty all the time. Magnus absolutely had a right to break up with him of course he made a huge mistake, but its said in the books so many times that it wasn't the SOLE reason he broke up with him. So much more was going on with Magnus, he just wanted to protect Alec and himself from the heartbreak he knows so well. Also, exs have a way of getting under your skin, and I'm actually glad it showed that. I love these books endlessly and just wanted to share that thought.