#uhhh ohhhh

[buggzrfaeries]

watching 'the wicker man' as someone with a horrid fear of pregnacy and birth is surely an experience

[whspermy-name]

i forgir I was lactose intolerant OUFJJAIKKFYWIRIRISNREWTAQEHJGLJP

[mollyrolls]

i am in your house david karp. give me more than 30 tags or give me DEATH!!!!1

extra tags bc im incapable of shutting up

THE MANEATER CHAPTER NINE: diet pepsi

masterlist

divider credits to roseraris

"Man, I swear she's the one who asked me."

Iwaizumi believes him. That’s the worst part. Actually, the worst part is this odd pang he gets in his chest. He doesn’t have the right to feel betrayed, and yet, here he is, feeling betrayed and jealous and pushing some random man out the door just because she batted her eyelashes at him.

He’s fucked. Iwaizumi’s totally fucked.

“Don’t care. Club’s closed, go home,” Iwaizumi instructs, tone cold and detached. And before pretty boy can respond, he’s closing the doors in his face and locking them, more than ready for this fucking night to be over with.

She’s in their spot, sitting on a milk crate, cigarette hanging lazily from her lips, in one of her ridiculous outfits. Iwaizumi sighs at the sight of her; her drunkenness is evident in the way her limbs hang from her, sloppily, like they’re hardly connected to her at all. He doesn’t try to convince himself he’s not worried. Iwaizumi’s past that point.

She offers no reaction as he pulls up his milk crate to sit beside her, she just pulls the cigarettes away and breaths out a line of smoke. “Rough night?” Iwaizumi asks.

“Fuck off,” she mumbles, but there’s none of her usual bit to it. “Thanks for getting that guy off me. I changed my mind about thirty seconds in.”

Iwaizumi squirms. “Yeah, I could tell.”

They sit in silence for a moment. Iwaizumi doesn’t move. He’s never quite seen her like this before. Quiet and solemn. Even with a drink thrown in her face she was blubbering and expressive and loud. Now her expression is straight and unwavering, her words a pitch lower than they usually are. He doesn’t know how to deal with her like this.

“I got into an argument with Kiyoko,” she offers suddenly, and Iwaizumi tilts his head to look directly at her. “Was my fault, for sure. But she wants to quit, get her own place. She said she’s tired of this lifestyle.”

Iwaizumi watches her face for any give or any sort of tell. But she doesn’t flinch or twitch and there’s no watering in her eyes and this feels suddenly more severe than any other conversation they’ve had. He shifts and pulls out a cigarette of his own. “And, to you,” Iwaizumi starts, flicking at the end of his lighter, “this lifestyle is sorta synonymous with you, right?”

She turns her head to glare at him. She looks tired, that coating of makeup on her face doing little to conceal the dark bruises under her eyes. “Don’t be a dick about it.”

“I’m not being a dick about it,” he contests gently, exhaling smoke. “I’d be upset too.”

“You would?”

He nods. “Yeah. It fucking sucks when it feels like people are moving on from you.”

Her head drops, and her eyes find the ground. “She’s my best friend. I was mean to her.”

Iwaizumi does something unexpected then. He doesn’t realize he’s doing it until he’s already done it, but he raises his arm and throws it over her shoulder, pulling her and her milk crate closer to him as he does so. His heart hammers in his throat when she lets her head fall against his shoulder. “She’ll forgive you.”

There are goosebumps on the skin of her arm. Iwaizumi can feel them, and he lets himself believe they’re not from the chilled, late summer night. “I wanted to go home with someone so I wouldn’t have to go home to see her. Is that pathetic?”

Iwaizumi swallows a lump in his throat. “You can come back to my place, if you want.”

✧˖*°࿐

She’s standing in Iwaizumi’s bedroom. She cleaned her face off with Oikawa’s micellar water and used his expensive face wash and moisturizer. She pulled off her fake eyelashes and left them on Iwaizumi’s nightstand, next to the glass of water and Advil he left her, and now she’s standing in the middle of his bedroom, wearing a t-shirt he pulled from the bottom of his drawer and a pair of sweatpants she had to roll up not to trip over.

His room is exactly what she would expect. Plain walls and grey sheets. Methodically neat and organized. Black wooden furniture and dumbbells stuffed in the corner. It feels oddly familiar, being in a room that is so him.

There’s a knock on the other side of the door. Polite of him to knock on his own bedroom door. Standing feels awkward, so she sits at the edge of his bed. “Come in,” she says, quieter than she needs to, like she’s afraid of getting caught.

Iwaizumi opens the door, and then hovers there for a moment. He looks like he has something caught in his throat. “Do you need anything else?” he asks.

“Nah. Are you sure you don’t want me to sleep on the couch though?” she asks, knotting her hands together on her lap.

“Take the bed,” he insists. He has an expression on that she can’t read. That might be on purpose. “You look different.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Different?”

“Without all the makeup. Less intimidating, I guess.”

“Sorry,” she says with a slight eyeroll. “I’ll put a full face of makeup back on, so you don’t get uncomfortable by what I actually look like.”

“Not uncomfortable,” Iwaizumi is quick to correct, and then he takes a step back, hand reaching for the light. “Goodnight.”

He leaves her in the darkness, and she settles into his sheets. They smell like him. And she’s not sure if she’s still just too drunk, but she sort of hopes the smell lingers on her skin by morning. It’s the last thought she has before she falls asleep.

✧˖*°࿐

She is awoken before she’s ready. The blinds of his bedroom are ripped open, and the morning sunlight invades her rest. She groans, and grabs the closest corner of blanket she can find to pull it over her face. “Go away,” she grumbles.

Iwaizumi chuckles. “Gotta get up, brat. I got you breakfast.”

She groans. “Don’t want breakfast. Wanna sleep.”

She doesn’t know what time it is and it’s hardly even registered where exactly she is. All she can think about is hiding in possibly the warmest and softest place she’s ever been in her life, and sleeping for eight more hours or so.

And then, the blanket is ripped from her, and once exposed to the cold, outside air, she shoots upright. Iwaizumi grins. She glares. “Breakfast, c’mon. Before my roommates wake up.”

That motivates her. With less reluctance now, she rises, and follows Iwaizumi to his kitchen, quietly complaining the entire time, continuing to do so as she devours as a bagel. Whatever last night was, it was just theirs. No roommates need to know.

When she leaves, she leaves in his clothes, her own ones bundled up into tight balls of fabric and shoved to the bottom of her purse. She wears her platform boots under his sweatpants and at least they allow her a few extra inches of height so she’s not dragging them along the pavement as Iwaizumi walks her home.

By the time he leaves her at her front door, they’ve returned to normal, trading insults back and forth like it’s the only language they know how to speak. But when she closes her own bedroom door behind her and falls onto her bed, she’s still wearing his clothes, and it all feels different.

✧˖*°࿐

Iwaizumi was going to wash his sheets. But he lies down on top of his bed, and notices they smell like her perfume. He looks to his nightstand, and sees her fake eyelashes, lying there with bits of glue stuck to them. And he decides to leave the traces of her there, for now.

extras!

yn rode home from the club with iwaizumi on the back of his skateboard

he went slower than usual because he was afraid of her getting hurt

yn and kiyoko has fought before but they always make up in the end ; yn takes it harder when she fights with kiyoko because she hates the feeling of disappointing her

iwaizumi had her ass up and out of bed at 7:30 in the goddamn morning

she was pissed

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[skumhuu]

✨👑 Throne 👑✨ pages 5-6

Beginning

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[luck-of-the-drawings]

OOH YEAH BABY ITS THE SURGERY EPISODE BABY!!! ME AND THE HOMIES NEED SOME NEW FACES FOR OUR NEW PLAN, AND WHO BETTER TO GET THE JOB DONE THAN THE TWO MOST EVIL PEOPLE WE'VE EVER HAD THE MISFORTUNE OF HAVING OUR LIVES VIOLATED BY? I MEAN IT WOULD BE FUNNY. IT WOULD BE FUNNY.

[starkittnd93]

Okay so I’ve been replaying act 3 and 4 because I missed a few secret scenes and the coin thing

But.

WDYM YOU CAN GIVE THE KING A FLOWER?!?!!

[lucky-cat-anon]

gguh..

(They shake their head vigorously.)

Oh, yeah!—

I’m so sorry, Angel, but I think I best be leaving—If I don’t want to get injured worse. And it seems you already have another guest…I don’t want to be a bother!

You seem a little…unhappy, anyhow. I’ll be on my way.

I’ll take the hot cocoa with me—It’d be a shame not to drink it after all the effort you put into it!!

(But they pick themselves up and are gone in a flash. They took the hot cocoa with them…To drink, most likely. And then Angel is left alone, with Eight and the pests. Stupid Intruders.)

~☁️

*She watches them leave and grips at the table.*

Ah... I see...

*She waits for them to leave completely before absolutely throwing the table across the room. She grabs the dead corpse at the table (@wuvly-xoxo) and throws it down. She grips her hair and screams.*

This shit NEVER GOES MY WAY! I swear to NEA, I am going to make this place see true danger. ONCE. AND. FOR ALL.

*She grabs an old pistol and some ammo before storming out of her house.*

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Hey, so for the Human Au, how do think Julie would go about her life? Considering her personality in the website, I would think that he takes up different part-time jobs, but mainly likes working at the community center, mainly for the summer/after school programs where they can come up with and host fun activities for the kids!

no yeah that's pretty much what i was thinking! she bounces from job to job - she probably has a roster of seasonal ones that she rotates between. Julie really does seem like an every-gal yk? doing just one thing all the time would be soooo boring

i like the idea of summer / after school programs a lot actually! since canon Julie is big on games and fun, i'm sure she'd be a great choice for those sorts of things. i bet she works a seasonal summer camp in their county!

[ableedingpromise]

I wanna be pretty so BAD

[istherewifiinhell]

didnt feel like getting real prop for sandstorm i dont care if u like thi nothing character. but revisting his ep does have this fav moment of mine.

[VD: G1 TF clip. A battle in a scifi city, and then space. Sandstorm, voiceover: In order to find a peaceful planet where there never be found, they went through the vortex. Sandstorm taking to the autobot crew: That's why its not on any of your star charts. Rodimus: Eh, you just got my interest. Blurr, who speaks very fast: Why didn't you tell there was Decepticons, if you had we would have been interested earlier instead of later, which would have been better because earlier is always better than later. Sandstorm, confounded: I-Is, Is there something wrong with his timing program. Kup throws an arm around Blurr, drawling: That's just the way he is. Rodimus: Sandstorm we'll have a real nice welcoming party for you later, right now we gotta put together a strike force. END]

Ally kup moments 👍🏻

anyway sandstorms fun. hes fine. hes new here. hes only in two insane eps.

[ID: Gif, Sandstorm peaks out behind a wall of cover. He smiles and waves, Octane peaks out lower. They get shot at, and run back mind the wall. END]

[peachdues]

what…what *scene* in TGW were you referring to in that ask? I’m so scared now…

oh bestie —

[windupaidoneus]

back to bed mmmmm the comfort of wife time

[spectralpooch]

an underrated funny bit from a christmas carol is when the ghost of christmas future is taking scrooge around to see everyone's reactions to the death of this unnamed guy (later revealed to be himself ofc), and it turns out that pretty much no one cares. scrooge, increasingly distressed, is like, "can you please show me someone who feels any emotion about this person dying?"

so the spirit takes him to the home of this family. the husband walks up to his wife like, "babe. youre never gonna believe this. that old asshole who we owed an insane of money to just died" and theyre both like YAAAAAAY THIS IS GREAT!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

this bit is like. darkly funny but also so poignant:

[...] and it was a happier house for this man's death! The only emotion that the Ghost could show him, caused by the event, was one of pleasure.

[candymeatlemonspiced]

AGHHH!^!^!^ anyways I was practicing gouache

tw blood,, it's a small amount of blood but decided I should probably say that anyways

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: December 5

"Funeral Bell" by Phildel

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ugh dawg i feel you with that heat. i'm in texas (press f for me pls) and i'm just waiting for when the powergrid goes out again. like i'm legitimately terrified of it happening during the summer. i can handle the winter cause i can bundle up but you can't do shit in the summer 😭

i winced out loud, eesh... Slamming the f button for you my dude