#this was for Jess hehehe

[stellarknightz]

Reginald Reginald Reginald Reginald Reginald 😋

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late night shift (date)

[milkbreadtoast]

another jesse/yeseo comp... 🥹💛🤎 (made this w the iphone photo gallery thumbnails lmao)

[belleandsaintsebastian]

sketches pt 2!!!! okay so FIRST ONE is a jess and rory bridgerton au… and i know i knowww the outfits are horribly unhistorically accurate :( was basing them off bridgerton looks you understand…but if stella’s out there HI STELLA i am so sorry for this i promise i’ll draw a proper historically accurate regency period version of them soon!!!! the history student in me is sobbing btw!!! okay and second one um i drew last sem when i was like desperate for a hug and it was exam period and everything was horrible <3 okay night guys i love you i hope you’re having a gorg day i know it’s the first of october for some of you 👀👀 and well since i’m in the future i can say for sure that it’s a lovely day a brilliant first day of october if i do say so myself… :’)))

[storiesoflilies]

hmmm how fun would it be if all my moots were in my chef!toji fic? :3

[sunshiline-writes]

A Rose Amidst Thorns #21: A Reason to Escape

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special shoutout to @whump-card who helped me beta this!

CW: Aftermath of noncon, blood, Jesse's really weird tunnel vision thoughts and general.. being gross.

He’s going to be okay, he’s going to be okay, he’s going to be okay. There’s something wrong with him. There is blood that drips down his legs, covering the inside of his thighs. There’s blood that drips down his chest and shoulder from teeth marks. His eyes are swollen shut, skin black and red all over. His breathing is shallow and his hips are bruised. If he didn’t know any better, Jesse would think he was dead. He was breathing, at the very least. 

Jesse knelt down next to where Miguel was on the floor. Curled in a ball, face screwed in in a pained expression. Breathing ragged and wheezy. Every breath made a rattling, whistling sound that he figured was his broken nose or some broken ribs. He wasn’t sure which. Either way it didn’t look good. He wondered who had done this to him. Jesse was sure that it wasn’t himself. It wouldn’t ever be Solomon. He was also sure that none of the ranch hands would dare come up to the hayloft to do so. If they had him alone somewhere, without Jesse or Xavier there maybe. 

Oh. Xavier. Jesse shivered, examining Miguel more closely. Blood was dark and sticky on his thighs, but when he looked closer, gently pressing a hand on Miguel’s hip. He realized there was another substance there too. White and slick. It was all over his stomach too. His own probably. 

Xavier finally fucked him then. Fucked him hard and beat him half to death. There was anger in his chest, blossoming into his fingers. Miguel was filthy and bloody and it wasn’t because of him. It was because of Xavier. Xavier laid a mark. Had taken something that was his. Miguel was supposed to be his. Now that Xavier had a taste, he’d want more. That was always the way it was with Xavier. 

His feeling stopped as he heard Miguel whimper when he moved away from Jesse’s hand on his hip. Jesse had thought about fucking him one more time before he picked him up. Finding him bleeding on the hayloft floor like that. It made him feel a warmth in his core. He shoved the thought away when Miguel quietly sobbed. Eyes so swollen tears wouldn't come through. Instead, he picked him up as gently as he could. Covered him with the small blanket Xavier kept up here for him, and slowly left the barn.

Miguel was so light in his arms. Had they really been feeding him so little? Or was he hiding the food somewhere because he wasn’t hungry? Jesse wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure if he actually cared or if Miguel looking so small was just deeply unattractive to him. Jesse needed to stop thinking like that, he would end up dropping him if he did. 

Instead of taking him inside the house, where his uncle would undoubtedly be, he took him into the small stables meant for the ranchhands. Jesse found an empty one and gently laid Miguel in the soft hay there. “I’ll be back okay?” 

There was no response. Jesse hummed as he walked away, forgetting about the fact that Miguel could not hear him. 

Solomon, Solomon, he needed to get to Solomon. Solomon would help him. He also wouldn’t tell Xavier. That was the main point now, who could help without alerting Xavier? 

He snuck into the house, stepping along the walls so the boards wouldn’t creak. Making his way up to Solomon's room, he opened the door. “Solomon,” the man did not stir, “Solomon.” 

“Mmm?” Solomon groaned and sat up in bed, braids messy, in his sleepwear. “Jesse? What are you-” “Shhh,” Jesse said quickly. “Miguel needs you. He’s in the ranch hand’s stable.. It wasn’t-” 

“Was it you?” Solomon growled, feet slipping into some shoes. 

“I was about to say no. It was not me. It was..” he glanced backward for a moment to make sure Xavier wasn’t around. “It was Xavier. It’s bad. I think you better be quick.” 

Solomon was already near him, stepping close. His face was passive but there was a steaming anger in his eyes. Jesse stepped out of his way and Solomon walked down the stairs. He followed behind, more out of curiosity for the reaction than anything else. Maybe he also wanted to know if Miguel would survive it. There was a lot of blood. Something curled heavy in his chest, a lead rope in the bottom of his sternum. 

The man collapsed next to Miguel, horrified noise leaving him when they arrived. Immediately he reached to feel Miguel’s pulse. Solomon’s body was tense, face going back to its normal neutral as soon as he found the pulse. 

“You didn’t do this?” 

“Nah. It was Xavier.” “Xavier?” 

Something in Jesse twisted at the heartbroken tone of Solomon. The man knew this was bound to happen, why would he be so sad. Was he sad because it was Xavier? Or because Miguel was so hurt? Jesse didn’t know what to think, but it created a sinking pit in his stomach. Sadness? Anger? He shoved it down, pushing himself off the wall he was leaning on. 

“Is he, you know, alright?” 

“I need Henrietta down here.” 

A frown lined his features, making Solomon look even older than he was. Last Jesse checked, Solomon was teetering on the edge of 62 or so. Sometimes he looked it, sometimes he didn’t. When he smiled he lost about 10 years from his face, when he frowned he gained 10 more. Often, Jesse wondered if he was always like that, or if Xavier just did that much of a number on him. 

“Yeah, I’ll get her. I think Xavier is out… should be anyway.” 

“Go get her then Jesse,” Solomon said tersely. 

Jesse hummed, standing up straight and walking off to go find Henrietta. He stepped inside the creaky house, frowning. Xavier sat on the couch, passed out, flask open. He smelled like a brothel. Head tipped back on the couch, mouth open enough to catch flies. Jesse snuck past him. Walking up the stairs and gently opening the door to Xavier's room. 

“Hen?” 

The woman was at the vanity, staring at herself like she was trying to find something she lost. Maybe she had lost something. Being around Xavier usually meant there was a trade off. Something to lose. Even if it was just a part of yourself you didn’t know was there. 

“Jesse?? What the hell are you doin-” 

“Shut up. Solomon’s down in the shed with Migs..” 

“Why? Are they celebrating his birthday down there?” 

Jesse laughed. Celebrate? Birthday? Was it his birthday? God. Xavier did that on his birthday? His stomach churned at the thought. Even he wasn’t that fucked up. 

“I forgot about his birthday,” he mumbled before shaking his head, “nah something bad happened. Again. Solomon asked for you.” 

Henrietta stood up from the vanity, grabbing the lantern and shoving past Jesse. Everyone suspected Jesse when it came to Miguel. Perhaps that was fair. Miguel was his favorite little punching bag after all. Favorite fuck toy. Best dog he’d ever had. But this? This was too far even for him. He’d never do something like that on a birthday, birthdays are sacred. Meant to be good things. 

Jesse always got a silver dollar on his birthday. Lately though, he had stopped using it on himself. There were two redheaded children who lived in the brothel womens houses he’d been buying gifts for. One of them was already eight years old, the other five. They both had his hair. But they didn’t have the signature Reede eyes. They both had their mothers eyes. He dropped gifts off for them and left before they could see or stop him. 

He was self aware. He knew that there was something wrong with him. Jesse's way of thinking was different from other peoples. Feeling things came to him differently. There was no inbetween for him. Sad, angry and happy. There was no inbetween, there was just that emotion and nothing else. He didn’t understand how people could feel happy and sad at the same time. Or angry and sad. Jesse only knew how to feel things one at a time. 

They made their way down the stairs and Henrietta stopped at the sight of Xavier. Jesse watched her carefully, squinting at the scene in front of him. He couldn’t tell what her expression was. She didn’t even whisper when she spoke. 

“I could kill him. I could do it. Right now. It would be easy.” 

“It would be easy,” Henrietta turned toward him. Her face as always was blurry, but he squinted. It cleared slightly and her expression was something between terrified and angry. She always leaned more toward terrified. He sighed. “But you won’t.” 

“Why not? Do you think I wouldn’t?” 

Jesse grabbed her arm and yanked her toward the door. “Solomon wants you Hen.” 

She pulled out of his grip, growling at him. Eyes alight with rage. There was still more fear in them than anything else. Jesse stared down at her, calming himself with a deep breath. 

“I could kill him right now and everything would be better.” 

“But you won’t” Jesse snapped, no longer caring for the loudness of his words. Xavier was passed out anyway. Too drunk to function. He longed for that crisp blackness that came with getting too drunk. 

“How do you know Jesse? Fuck you! I could do it! I could!” 

Jesse growled, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her against the wall. Leaning in real close until her face became clear. Fear shining in her eyes. He didn’t squeeze or hold too tight. He just held her there. 

“You can’t do it because you’re still too afraid. You’re not angry enough Henrietta.” Her eyes went wide and the hands on his wrist loosened their grip. “You’re fucking afraid of him and you can’t really kill someone you’re still afraid of.” 

“Is that why you haven’t yet?” 

His chest tightened. “No.” 

“Right.”  

Jesse let her go, stepping back away. “Are you gonna come with me to Solomon or not Hen. You’re gonna wake up him with all your fucking whining.”  

Henrietta looked away, rubbing at her throat as she walked in front of him and out of the house. He followed her. The next steps felt numb. Hollowing him out as they walked to the shed and Henrietta let out a horrified cry as she dropped herself next to Solomon and Miguel. 

Miguel looked better without all of the blood on him. But his eyes were still swollen shut, and bruises littered his body. Ugly black and blue things that were dark enough to blend with the night sky. He curled up in Solomon's lap, still only covered by the thin blanket. He shivered and cried quietly, fucked up hands curled in his lap, head resting on Solomons shoulder. 

“Get out,” Henrietta said, looking back at Jesse.  

“What the hell did I do? I’m helping!” 

“You probably did this to him you fucking little shit.”  

Jesse scoffed and shook his head, “I was waiting until tomorrow to fuck him.” 

Henrietta and Solomon shared a look, frowning at each other. Was it something he said? Jesse felt awkward standing there in silence. He slid down the wall, sitting on the floor. Knees halfway to his chest. 

“I-” he paused, frowning and trying to think of the words, “I think that Xavier, has been losing it lately you know. Gettin’ meaner. Worse. Beatin’ on everyone more than usual. I want to kill him. I ain’t angry enough either, Hen, to kill him. I just wanna leave. I know a way to the river, the Salt River. I went there once on a deal with the Earl’s family. He’s just across it. I’ll do whatever ya want you know? We can go opposite ways once we get there. We just gotta get there.”  

Solomon and Hen stayed staring at him in open mouth shock. What the fuck was that about? Hadn’t they known he’d been itching to leave since he was seventeen? He asked to leave. Wanted to join the army. Thinking about it made the X brand on his back itch. He’d been whipped within an inch of his life, and branded for his threat to the Reede legacy. Jesse never wanted to be a rancher. He wanted to build things. Always liked building his mother things when she was alive. Built her a birdhouse once. Hung it up on the tree outside and watched the red cardinal live there. Raise its children there. 

If he ever got out, he’d probably try a hand at carpentry. 

“We have a plan,” Solomon said suddenly, “We were planning to escape before.” 

“Solom-” 

“Stop Hen. We just needed a place to go. Everything else is ready Jesse. If you’re serious about this. We need to wait for Miguel to heal again. Then we can go.” 

“I think we have to go whether he’s healed all the way or not,” Jesse said. 

“We know that! But he needs to at least be able to walk when we leave idio-” 

“Henrietta,” Solomon's gentle voice cut her off. “He knows. He knows.” 

Jesse hummed slightly, glancing down at Miguel, who had since stopped shivering and now was sufficiently asleep. Snoring softly, mouth slightly open, face half pressed into Solomon's shoulder. Fuck. Xavier could have killed him. 

He could have killed him and Jesse would have been alone. Jesse knew that Henrietta and Xavier hated him. But Miguel and Solomon. They were still kind even if Miguel bit and scratched at him. Even if Solomon stared at him like he was some sort of rabid animal. Miguel was the one who still looked at him like a person. He made him feel like a person. He liked Miguel, he really did. When Miguel wasn’t terrified of him, he was sarcastic and shy. Miguel was pretty in pain, but he’d seen him laugh with Solomon once and that was even prettier.  

How could he possibly ever be good enough for that laugh? 

The answer was simple, it was plain. He never would.  

Jesse wished he could go back and stop himself from fucking Miguel in that stall. The first time. But you can’t go back. No matter how hard you try, you can’t go back. Jesse could only deal with what he had. 

He was going to escape with a roomful of people who hated him. 

“So.. tell me about this plan you have.” 

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[fishedeyelenz]

Black Christmas pony collection: Cannon characters

It's almost Christmas, so I might as well show off all the Black Christmas related ponies I made on ponytown!! And because I have so many of them I'll have to split them up into a couple of posts 😅

Part one is all the canon characters I have, that includes the girlies from the sorority And Billy as he appears in the 1974 film!!

Will post the rest soon!!

[spoopieere]

(Click for better quality) - check it out on ur laptop tbh, looks way better.

HAPPY BELATED VALENTINES- ❤️❤️💕

I decided to draw Jesse and Preston being cute for the occasion ‼️‼️‼️

[honestlydarkprincess]

🙊🙊🙊🙊🙊🙊🙊🙊

🙊 - let's fuck up the friendship (buddie fwb)

Eddie chuckled and reached behind him, gently petting Buck’s hair as best he could without looking. “We can always come back to bed after eating, you know that right?”

“Yeah, but that means getting out of bed in the first place,” Buck said playfully.

“C’mon, babe,” Eddie murmured, turning over in Buck’s hold so they were face to face. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Buck whispered back, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to Eddie’s lips. “Now it’s a good morning.”

“Sap,” Eddie rolled his eyes, nudging Buck’s shoulder, but he was smiling, happiness shining on his face. “Breakfast?”

Buck sighed dramatically but got out of bed, grumbling the whole time about ‘hot dudes telling him what to do.’

Eddie followed suit, the two of them stumbling their way to the kitchen to have breakfast. Buck went over to the coffee maker— he was always in charge of making the coffee. Even though Eddie knew how to use the fancy maker now, he still used it as little as possible. His crusade against HILDY continued and would continue until he came out victorious.

Eddie opened the fridge and pulled out the milk, grabbing some pancake mix from the cupboard and a bowl.

Buck did a double take when he saw the pancake mix and said, “Absolutely not. I don’t even know why you have that, Eddie. If we’re making pancakes we’re doing it the proper way, from scratch.”

“But that’ll take longer,” Eddie groaned. “I’m hungry.”

“Good things take time,” Buck scolded, before pulling out the ingredients to make pancakes from scratch.

Now that the coffee had been poured Eddie took over, making them exactly like they liked them. Wordlessly he passed Buck his coffee and Buck hummed in thanks. Eddie took a seat the table and sipped his coffee while he watched Buck move around his kitchen with ease. God, this all felt so fucking domestic and Eddie loved it.

In no time Buck had whipped up enough pancakes for the two of them and they sat down to breakfast. “So, what do you want to do today?” Eddie asked. “I have to pick up Christopher from his friend’s tonight but we have the whole day.”

“That sounds good— oh shit, I just remembered I promised Maddie we would go to lunch,” Buck said apologetically, looking at Eddie with a pout on his lips. “We’ve been so busy lately I haven’t really seen her.”

“Oh,” Eddie tried not to let any of his disappointment show. “That’s okay! You guys have fun.”

“Do you want to come?” Buck asked, pulling out his phone. “I can check with Mads to see if that’s okay.”

“No, no, don’t worry about me,” Eddie waved him off. “You two need some sibling time together.”

make me write!

[tootditoot]

You see the end goal was to draw my fav characters holding hands, but I am somehow better at illustrating cats lmao

[moonrpg]

so excited to finally play that new zelda game! isn't it such a blast?!

wait... what do you mean you were "talking about something else"?

[keexshound]

not sure if this is gonna be a yapfest or not. most likely not since im not going too in depth with anything but here's my ramble on the second season 2 trailer.

so she is talking to joel in what seems to be a therapy session and not just an editing trick. i was confused at first on why joel isnt talking to tommy but then i remembered, maria is pregnant and this scene takes place before the 4 year timeskip. or is at least supposed to. and getting to the firefly hospital and then back to jackson probably took a couple months, so tommy is most likely having to pick up both marias work and patrols cause of the baby. that man is just too busy. (note: even if this scene does take place after the timeskip, maria still has a kid to take care of.) i hope the baby is cute like jj⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ‌‬‭⠀

they changed her shirt!!! not a complaint. i actually really like her shirt. i think it looks cute. it looks like we're in joels house and not ellies shed, or they just changed how the shed looks to make it feel more like a home but im going with we're in joels house because of how much it looks like his windowsill.

jackson.. im always astonished how good the scenery of the sets are in this show. hopefully, the seattle set we saw in a sneak peak isn't going to be the final product and the posters we saw are gonna be roughened up. i won't complain too much if they don't but since seattle is a huge chunk of the show im gonna be disappointed if im stuck seeing posters in perfect condition plastered around when we're about 24 years in a apocalypse

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tommy, maria, and what appears to be ellie and dina on the creek trail patrol. my guess is they're gonna make the huge infected patrol a lot more prominent in the first episode, most likely to show off the infected in a more efficient way since how they act in the game is very well. gameplay centric. i think it'd also install a lot more fear in hearing that joel and tommy didn't show up since it appears tommy is going on a patrol to clear all those infected out.

dina... oh dina. why do you look like a model while you're in an apocalypse. she's pretty don't get me wrong but damn. sad they took away her girl next door charm that she had in the game. im gonna wait till an actual episode that shows her acting and not just 5 second clips of her to rightfully judge but i dunno. i think judging an actor just for their looks is unfair but at least bella still had the vibe that she's in apocalypse. maybe isabels acting will make up for it, at least i hope so.

JESSE!!!!! OH MY GOD ITS JESSE!!!! ITS THE MAN HIMSELF!!! IM JUMPING UP AND DOWN ITS HIM!!!!! IDGAF ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE OH MY GOD ITS JESSE!!!!! this looks to be jackson but it certainly doesn't take place at the beginning of the game. maybe we're getting an episode that shows his relationship with ellie and joel more. possibly dina too. i really hope so, it'll make his presence in Seattle feel a little more impactful and really i think he deserved more. hes my 2nd favorite character so ill eat up literally anything with him in it.

abby... the girl herself. im surprised how much she actually looks like abby! look at her, it's a 5 second clip, and she's pulling it off perfectly already. that rage and grief in her face is spectacular. i pray we see ellie like that too and i have no doubts that Bella is more than capable of doing it.

not sure what this scene is.. im guessing it's an ellie scene cause it looks like her pocket knife. it doesn't add up to any scene in the game, hope she's alright.

Isaac... don't have much opinions on him but his actor pulls off exactly what i think a ruthless army leader would look like. at first i thought that scar was lev but he looks a little too old to be lev, lev is very tiny. Itty bitty thing (affectionate). have we actually even have an announcement on who his actor is yet. i thought such an important character would have their actor announced already but i haven't heard anything.

back on isaac, this seems to be the same place we saw him in the first teaser/trailer. is he pointing his gun in the first teaser at the same scar we see here or a particular someone else... hm...

[numberonejeanshipper]

adam faulkner-stanheight

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jesse bruce-pinkman

[hi-im-nova]

Cool nerd and dumb nerd!

Also how old are they in the first ep-? Sometimes they are smart adult...and then there is the rest of the time. Although there is also the time they save the world..

-female and male Jesse from minecraft story mode!

[tinposter]

What do you think the UD gang at the beach would look like?

OMG thank for you for asking me smth…

first of all im gonna cover who i think would go in the water and who wouldn’t

chris, and ash i think would go in the water but not the entire time!!!!!! x3 like takin little breaks. ash i think would like sitting by the water and watching it go up an down

i feel like josh and mike would be the type of ppl to go really far jusf cuz they really want to, and sams able to go far - but she just doesnt feel like it

jess is a picture gurly so she really likes taking pictures of the sun and stuff:3 thats what she mostly does along with tanning

chris, matt and mike are sand-castle builders.

ashley also collects shells!!!

emilys a huge tanner. drenched in baby oil and on a beach chair the entire time.

[aphicidi0]

breaking bad if it was awesome 🎉