#ty anon!!

[lesbikyuu]

summer time!!!

[cry-ptidd]

I just really like how you draw Alu... like each character has a different face and everything, it's amazing

can we get a cheat sheet for grandpa in ur style??

Peepaw cheat sheet for you guys

[chocostrwberry]

Hi there! I hope your trip was good and had a great time to give yourself a break from social media 💖💕💞 now that you're back I have a question to ask you.

If Chloe were a villain in this au, how would you write it?

OUUU INTERESTING-

If Chloe was a villain, I’d kind of make her an obstacle solely in Marinette’s life. Like, I’ll have Marinette do something that would make Chloe hate her throughout the story (turn Adrien against her, even unintentionally embarrass/humiliate her in front of her mother or other elites, indirectly force her to face the consequences of her behavior) just to give Chloe a reason to blame Marinette for Chloe facing the consequences of her own actions.

She would also probably have more of a role in trying to ruin her and Adrien’s relationship and Marinette’s relationships with her friends. Ofc in the process, she’d lose Adrien, but I imagine she’d just have a fit/tantrum (A Regina George type meltdown) about it and hate Marinette even more, blaming her for the break in their relationship.

She would be portrayed more as a “Evil Stepsister” than a “Evil Snow White” if that makes sense!

I’ll also highlight how if you put Audrey and Chloe next to each other, it’s practically the same person. In the AU, Chloe wants to be someone her mother can be proud of, like Zoe is to Audrey, in turn getting that motherly love. This Chloe wants to BE her mother.

She thinks if she can achieve that, then Audrey will finally love her. Because who does Audrey love more than herself, right?

This will probably be my only “why she does what she does” part of the AU. Ladybug could TRY explaining how she doesn’t have to act this way, but the behavior and ideology is so engrained to her it’s like virtually impossible for her to realize it. Maybe Audrey will finally “compliment” her after she got what she wanted through underhanded and terrible actions which affected Marinette, and this leads Chloe down a rabbit hole of even more targeted actions towards Marinette. She thinks she’s so close to winning that affection she’s never got, and there’s no way she’s going to back down now. To Chloe, she doesn’t care what people think or what she does to them, as long as she gets what she wants and her mother gives her attention.

She would also only favor people who are willing to be stepped on by her. Sabrina would totally be more like canon Sabrina, despite her talent and status as a ballerina. It would be less like being treated as a dog but more like a girl who’s stuck in a toxic friendship but is too afraid to break out of it. For instance, Chloe would think she’s being a “good friend” by making comments about her weight and looks, but it just makes Sabrina feel even worse in comparison to Chloe.

[michsmeesh]

could you draw arthur wearing a flower crown,like your charles one, but jack is putting it on him?

anon this idea was making me WEEP so i just dropped everything i was doing and drew this 😭😭

honestly tiny jack is so so dear to me HE'S SO CUTEEEE

also i really need to draw arthur more often but i'm scared to mess up his face idk...

[graciegoeskrazy]

love ur healy reader writes. do u write 4 taylor swift? can u do one where she and reader get in a fight and she runs away to find matty because the two are very close? up to you. xx.

when we are together

matty healy + teen!swift!reader

warnings: absent father, running away, yelling

a/n: so cute imma cry

Matty didn’t expect to hear a knock at his front door that morning, And he most definitely didnt expect to find you. When he opened the door he was met with your gaze, giving a look that said, ‘I can explain.’

“What the fuck?” He said.

You brought nothing except your backpack with you that only carried your wallet, computer, some school things, and other miscellaneous things. “I need to talk to you-” You said, readjusting your backpack.

“What are you doing here?”

“Trying to talk to you-”

“Where’s your mum?” He was so confused. That confusion though would soon turn to anger.

You looked down at your feet and whispered the next part barley audible for Matty to hear. “Back home…”

He couldn't believe you would do such a thing like this. “...You did not-”

“I had to come! We got in a fight and I left and I didn’t know where else to go…”

“Does she know you’re here?” He asked, already knowing the answer. He grew nervous when you didn’t reply. “Y/n…” He pushed.

You shyly have up. “Not exactly, no.”

“Y/n Swift!”

“I’m sorry!”

“No you’re not-”

“No, I’m not.” You said, smiling a little His face softened just a tad. You took in a breath before continuing. “I didn't know where to go. I just knew I wanted to get out of there.”

He did his iconic pissed-off-parental sigh. “Get inside. Now.”

“Yes sir…” You said as you walked through.

As the door slammed shut behind you and Matty, George walked in from the other room. He, as always, was happy to see you.

“Woah! What are you doing here?” George asked, with a smile on his face.

Matty caught up from behind before you got the chance to speak. “This idiot decided to run away from home!”

“I’m not an idiot.” You bit back.

“Traveling 3 hours by yourself to your mother's ex-boyfriend’s house because you got into one stupid argument is something an idiot would do.”

You just sighed and sat on the couch. George let out an audible giggle.

“Give me your phone,” Matty said, reaching his palm out.

“Why?” You handed it to him even though you questioned his moves.

“I’m calling your mother.” He said, nonchalantly.

“What?!”

“If I call her from my phone she won’t answer.” He kept walking toward the back room.

“I’m not giving you my password.” You crossed your arms.

“Don’t need it your phone still unlocks with my face I.D.”

“Whatever.” You fell back into the couch.

“I’ll be back.”

Your gaze found the ceiling and you sighed. It’s the first time you’ve been still mentally and physically for hours. Geroge took notice of you from the kitchen.

“You alright?” He asked.

“Dandy.” You replied, not moving a muscle.

…

You could hear some dialogue coming from the other room, but none to make out a full conversation. At least they aren’t screaming at each other this time, you told yourself. Matty opened the door and walked back into he living room. George had left awhile ago.

“You’re spending the night here. Tomorrow morning I’m sending you on a train back to London.” Matty said, not giving you much choice in the decision.

“Okay.”

He sighed. “How did you get here anyway?”

“Took a bus,” You said, nonchalantly.

“Jeez, kid.” He said. You just shrugged.

“What did you guys fight about?”

“Life.”

“Life?”

“My life.”

“What about your life?”

“How much I hate it.”

“I need context, love.”

You finally sat up and faced him, looking him directly in the eyes.

“I haven’t seen my mother in almost a year.”

“That’s an exaggeration-”

“It’s not!” You cut him off. Matty stayed silent and you took that as a sign to keep going.

“She’s always working. On the tour, on a new album or music. T’s just always work work work.”

“I can’t blame her.” Matty said, shrugging.

“Yeah well, you don’t have a teenage daughter who you also need to take of.”

“Okay, so let me get this straight. You felt sad because your mom just happens to be the biggest pop star in the world, so you ran away from home, traveled nearly 4 hours by yourself from one of the biggest cities in the world, just to come and cry to me-”

“I have no one else!” You shouted.

Matty sighed. You continued.

“I’m constantly on a plane to New York or somewhere I’ve never been. Yeah, sure, I’m with my mom but I’m never with her because she’s always performing or writing or spending every free moment of her time in a studio. I miss my school. I miss the friends I had. I can’t talk to them anymore because of time changes or whatever and They’ve already moved on! They’ve already found someone to replace me, they’re fine without me.”

“Y/n, you-”

“My dad still won’t talk to me.”

Matty stayed quiet. He knew that was the real reason you were acting like this.

“He won't answer my calls. I’ve left countless voicemails and texts, even emails, and I have received nothing from him. Even if he wanted to, Mom wouldn't let me see him.”

Matty looked down. You had tears coming out of your eyes by this point.

“So sorry if I ruined your evening, but right now I’m feeling more alone than I have ever been and you are the only person that has actually listened to me in the past 10 months.”

You sat back in the couch, finally giving him a chance to speak. He wasn’t sure what to say though.

“I’m sorry.” Was all he could think of.

“But whatever is happening, you can't just run away like that-”

“I know. I know, and I’m sorry.” You said, sitting up and whipping your tears.

He sat next to you on the couch and pulled you in a hug. “I know you are.”

You cried into his chest for what felt like hours. Matty didn’t mind though. He would do it for however long you needed.

…

The rest of the night consisted of eating trash food you made George pick up and watching a movie that you fell asleep to halfway though. When the morning came, you packed the few things you had up, and got into the car with Matty. The car ride was silent. It took everything in you to not turn to him and say ‘Please, please, please! Let me stay! I can’t go back there!’ but you ended up deciding against it. He bought the ticket and handed it to you. He saw the few tears starting to lip out and whipped them with his thumb, pushing a few stray hairs behind your ear while he was at it.

“Next time you’re having a mental crisis just…call me first, okay?”

You smiled and let out a small chuckle before finally looking up at him. “No promises.”

[mxrcusflint]

hi tumblr user mxrcusflint!! do you happen to have any flintwood recs on hand? i love your work (so i trust your taste) and wanted to see if there's anything you would recommend? tumblr keeps sending me error messages so i hope this doesn't send like five times

a high compliment, thank you!!

some of my favorite flintwood fics are:

chalk this one up as a win

No Vacancy

True But Not Nice

Your hands on me

Boyfriend

[lilac-hecox]

For Anthony's Day! Ian and Anthony celebrating his birthday together for the first time in forever. It's an intimate thing nothing too extravagant but good food and company and maybe a final confession as a birthday gift? Idk just ianthony cuteness

Ian/Anthony (Ianthony) - Sixteen Candles

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“Have you ever seen the movie Sixteen Candles?” Ian asks. He adjusts his glasses, something he does when he’s a little nervous, that’s something new about him that Anthony has learned. Though, why Ian is nervous, Anthony doesn’t know. It’s just the two of them at Anthony’s place. It’s Anthony’s birthday, but the last thing he wanted was a big party or a lot of attention. Work has been intense lately, both Smosh and his solo channel. Anthony’s been tired, and he can’t say he is exactly thrilled at turning thirty-six years old.

So, when Ian suggested that he and Anthony go and grab dinner at Anthony’s favorite vegan restaurant, Anthony was quick to agree, happy to have a quiet evening with his best friend than a huge party with a lot of people. Most of the time, Ian was who he wanted to spend all his time with anyway. As they had eaten Anthony thought about New York, about missing Ian’s birthday, about calling the waiters over to bring a dessert to Ian and sing to him. Anthony had half-heartedly worried that this was going to be his payback, seven years later, but Ian granted him mercy and didn’t have anyone sing to him. Instead, they laughed together, shared stories, memories, nostalgia for birthdays past.

After the restaurant they ended up at Anthony’s place, intent on watching a movie that Ian had been begging him to watch. Drinking glasses of whiskey, sitting side by side on Anthony’s couch.

“No, is that what you wanted to watch?” Anthony asks, using the remote to begin searching for the title of the movie on the streaming service.

Ian smiles, a soft tilt of his mouth. “Not really, you probably wouldn’t like it. I barely like it.”

“Okay,” Anthony says. Ian’s caught his interest. He never really knows where Ian is going with something, but he’s always eager to follow, to find where his train of thought will lead them, “so, why bring it up?”

Ian leans forward and picks up his glass of alcohol, taking a sip before setting it back down on the coffee table in front of them. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and then stands up, from the couch, tilting his head towards the direction of the dining room.

“Follow me,” Ian says, instead of explaining shit.

Anthony stands, following Ian to the dining room of Anthony’s house.

“In the movie,” Ian says, as they walk, “all you really need to know is that there’s a girl and a boy, girl likes boy, boy doesn’t know she exists, then at the very end they find their way to each other.”

“Sounds like most rom coms,” Anthony says.

“Right,” Ian says. Then, they are in the kitchen and Ian stops the two of them in the darkened space, “There’s kind of an iconic scene in the movie. It’s been parodied a lot. All you really need to know is that the girl, it’s her birthday, and the guy surprises her.”

Anthony’s brow furrows. Ian is smiling like an idiot and it makes Anthony smile despite the feeling of nerves rising up inside of him. Ian keeps walking and he leads Anthony into the dining room. The lights are off, but in the center of the long table is a cake, small, professionally decorated.

“How the hell did you manage to set up a cake in here without me knowing?” Anthony asks, turning to look at Ian.

Ian shrugs, “You were in the bathroom, and I made sure to hurry.”

“So,” Anthony says with a laugh, though his heart fills with fondness for his best friend, for what he did. Ian has always been more of a show and less of a tell kind of person. It was like that with the get-well card back in the day, with this cake now, he is less likely to tell Anthony that he cares about him but more likely to show it in small gestures like this, in surprising him with a birthday cake, “you’re saying you set me up my own Sixteen Candles iconic scene?”

Ian nods, his eyes bright, and he fidgets again, nerves peeking through his actions.  

“Except it isn’t the full scene yet. Our actors need to be in place.”

Anthony smiles, glancing at the set-up before he looks back at Ian.

“Alright, direct me.”

Anthony swears he sees the lightest flush of pink color Ian’s cheeks, but it’s hard to tell in the dimness of the room.

“You and I sit on top of the table, legs crossed, across from each other on opposite sides of the cake,” Ian explains, his voice smaller, Anthony knows it from when he is doubting himself and his ideas, when he acts like he isn’t thinking of pure genius.

Anthony nods and tugs at the sleeve of Ian’s jacket, “C’mon then.”

They recreate the scene easily. Anthony on the right side of the cake, Ian on the left, their legs folded so they both fit on top of the long dining room table.

“It is vegan,” Ian says after a moment of silence. Maybe he sees the hint of confusion on Anthony’s face because he waves a hand at the dessert between them, “the cake, I mean.”

“I never had any doubts,” Anthony says. He feels that soft squeeze in his heart. Ian did this for him, put this together for no reason besides that he wanted to, that he wanted to do this for Anthony.

“Finishing touches,” Ian says, fishing into the pocket of his jacket before he pulls out a lighter. It’s then that Anthony notices the long thin candles stuck into the surface of the cake. Not sixteen, not thirty-six either. It’s a strategic smattering of candles, Ian using that filmmaker’s eye to predict the perfect amount.

Ian flicks the lighter to life and lights the candles and then the room glows around them in a hazy orange, light and shadow dancing across Ian’s face as he leans back and settles into his spot, tucking his lighter back into his pocket.

“So, how does the movie end?” Anthony finds himself asking, his voice quieter than it should be, but he can feel an undercurrent of magic in this moment, and he doesn’t want to disrupt it, he wants to live alongside of it, exist in this moment with Ian, no matter where it leads.

Ian glances at him, candlelight caught in his glasses and Anthony can barely see the blue of his eyes, but he knows it’s there.

“I’m going to, um, go a little off script here,” Ian says, and he sounds nervous now.

“I trust you,” Anthony says with a smile, because he does, he always will.

“I’m glad to spend your birthday with you,” Ian says, “just the two of us. It makes me feel like a kid again in some ways, where we’d spend the night with each other on our birthdays, eat cake ‘till we felt sick, and laugh all night.”

Anthony grins at the memory, frosting and Ian’s laugh, and the warmth of knowing you had a constant companion always at your side. He’s missed that feeling these last few birthdays. There were always people, always well-wishes, but never Ian. Never who Anthony wanted to see the most.

“I’m glad you’re here with me,” Anthony says, his own face feeling warm and his heart feeling full. He feels the damn pinpricks of affection poking at him, threatening to make him tear up and really it is only Ian and their shared memories and history that has this effect on him. “Thank you for this. You’re my best friend.”

Ian nods, “What if…what if I wanted to be more than that now?”

Anthony blinks, feels like he’s been punched, but in a good way. All the air knocked out of his lungs, but something new filling him, like he’s evolved past the need for oxygen.

“What?”

Ian straightens his jacket, “Since we reconnected I…God, man, you know I’m shitty at this right?” Ian laughs and Anthony feels a smile crack across his face even though he can barely breathe in this moment, “I can feel myself falling in love with you.” “Ian,” Anthony says, breathless, surprised. This was the last thing he expected, but it felt like everything he’s ever wanted, but been too afraid to ask for, a wish he’s convinced himself he’ll never get to have. Deep down, he knows it’s true for Ian, for himself too.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way!” Ian says quickly, “I understand it’s-“

“Stop,” Anthony says, and he reaches around the cake, safely avoiding the fire as he takes Ian’s hand in his own, rubbing his thumb across the back of Ian’s hand. “I feel it too.”

Ian smiles, shaky, a little breathless of his own.

Anthony keeps rubbing his thumb across the smooth skin of Ian’s hand.

“Will you tell me how the movie ends?” Anthony asks, feeling he already has an idea.

“It ends like any good teenaged romance. The girl gets her movie perfect kiss.”

Anthony smiles, leans in, careful of the candles he can feel the warmth from. Ian mimics the motion, copying him, their faces close together.

“Happy birthday, Anthony,” Ian whispers, Anthony can feel the heat from the words on his face.

“Thank you, Ian.”

Then, they meet in the middle, their lips touching in a movie perfect kiss.

[foolsocracy]

not really an ask but some guy called chihuahuaowner88 on reddit reposted ur teen titans comic about aqualad's name so heads up!!

Thanks for letting me know!! I saw it the other day and I've checked on it a few times to see what the redditors had to say lol.

[decaydanceredacted]

Since redacted blogs are getting nuked, this is a python script that can be used to back up blogs to your hard drive if anyone wants it. I still need to check that all the links still work and aren't viruses now but here it is (just remove all the () from it)

https(:)//github(.)com/bbolli/tumblr-utils/blob/master/tumblr_backup_for_beginners(.)md

the link

[emiplayzmc]

hey, you should check out the notes of that post about webfishing — there’s no credible proof that anyone’s been hacked through webfishing or that the dev has ever been doxxed

I was rb'ed by one of my mutuals who let me know! Thank you, though, Anon!!

[celestialtarot11]

hello, hope u have a great day, if i may ask, what do you think about Mars conjunct Jupiter Taurus in 6th house in a woman's chart? Thank u so much!🫶💕

Mars conj. Jupiter Taurus—Health driven, and conscious in their body. Loves to discuss topics related to health, eyes lighting up when they discuss their journey with caring for themselves. Sensual, yet not afraid to rise up like a stallion. Embodies a green healing energy, earthy and rooted. Spirituality helps you feel grounded and present in your everyday life. Routine brings you a calm reverence that you channel into your work. You do better when given time to decompress alone and perform your routine.

Almost as if people can sense a team of spiritual leaders behind you when you walk. You walk head high and fierce, roaming the earth leaving everything unscathed. Focused, and in confidence knowing spirit has your back. No need for doubt, because on the other side of that is success. On the other side is result. Whether it be spiritually or by the work of your own hands. Trust.

[iridescent-solstice]

Happy birthday

[slightlyunconventional]

What do you think about this: Bronya visiting the orphanage on Rivert Town with Seele, but being allergic to all the dust it has, trying not to annoy her friend with this, although Seele is wondering when she will give up trying to hide from her.

ohhhh this is such a cute scenario 😭🫶 imagining b/ronya desperately holding back and stifling, and thinking she’s hiding it so well, thinking she’s got away with it — even though every time s/eele turns to look at her she’s very obviously fighting back the urge to sneeze ,,

then once they finally leave s/eele being like “you should probably sneeze properly now” or something lmao and b/ronya frantically apologising between the desperate fit she’d been holding back for so long

[youngpettyqueen]

🎲 + traphawk?

youve rolled... 28! a kiss in parting... how intriguing... I could be very sad and angsty about this but instead im gonna set it during Aid Station!

Trapper couldn't explain the impulse even if he tried, really. They've said their nervous goodbyes already, saying what can be said without outright voicing the fear hanging in the air between them, offering up weak promises to sound optimistic. There isn't anything else left to say that wouldn't feel like hammering a nail into Hawkeye's metaphorical coffin.

But he still moves to the door, anyways. Still takes Hawkeye's arm when he's halfway out and pulls him back in.

Hawkeye turns back to him, looking bewildered. "What are you-"

There's nothing left for Trapper to say.

So he pulls him in and kisses him.

It's not a sweet, tender thing. It's sudden, impulsive, a bit rough and desperate. Hawkeye goes rigid for a second, just a second, before he melts forward and leans into it. Kisses him back, just as desperate.

They break apart quickly, only because they have to. Hawkeye's breathing's a bit laboured. Trapper's heart is doing a tap dance.

"You better be back for more of that." He blurts out. It's all he can think to say.

Hawkeye doesn't say anything for a second. And then he doesn't say anything at all- his hand shoots out to grab Trapper by the collar and this time he's the one pulling him in. This one is short but by no means sweet, even rougher than the first, his stubble scratching at Trapper's chin.

Then he lets go. Flashes Trapper a grin. "One for the road." He reasons.

And then he's off, leaving Trapper stunned in the doorway.

[harp-bo-barp]

1 and 10 for the weirder ask game

1: "who are your comfort characters?" I have, like, way too many 😭 but my main ones are nancy, robin, max, and lucas (stranger things), and garnet (ruby&sapphire), pearl, peridot, and lapis (steven universe)

10: "would you slaughter the rich?" yeah, probably lol

[lilac-hecox]

Favorite thing about Ian Hecox? Feel free to rant about him totally love people gushing over him hence one of my favorite smosh mout episode is the I spent a day with Anthony ep

This is hard! My initial take on Ian when I started watching Smosh was that he was a strange little man, but I grew to love that odd ball nature.

Ian is very smart but very silly! He has so many things he's interested in, and he's very down to Earth.

He is so creative and so babygirl. He's just twee and cute and funny. He's easy to love, I think, and he is interesting because often he is perceived one way when he really acts another. I.e. people think he's introverted, but he can hold conversations in social situations really well! He loves to dance! He's not actually a bummer!

Physically, his eyes, his freckles, especially freckled shoulders and back!!! He's so cute! His hair and his beard. (I'm not a huge fan of his bushy mustache).

Ian is very funny and I think very dependable! You can count on him!

*This is all my perception from his public persona in videos, social media, content. Etc!