#wheres nick wheres nick wheres nick wheres nick LOL

[greencheekconure27]

And there's also this guy from SyFy Tin Man:

Jack from Emerald City:

And of course Movie!Boq

ALL OF THESE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THE SAME GUY.

ALL OF THEM.

EVEN PEPPERMINT FIZZ.

[sturniololuvz]

could you do one where marylou needs help getting 2-3 year old sister to sleep and matt steps in, getting her tired and then tucking her in all the good stuff lol

yessss!

“Matt to the Rescue”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings: none

The Sturniolo house was always a little loud, a little chaotic, and full of love. But tonight? Tonight was just exhausting.

MaryLou let out a tired sigh, rubbing her temples as she paced back and forth outside Y/N’s nursery. At two years old, her youngest was proving to be impossible to put to sleep. Every time she thought Y/N was finally dozing off, the toddler would suddenly sit up, wide awake and ready to play.

She peeked inside the room, where Y/N was sitting in her crib, babbling to herself and tossing her stuffed animals onto the floor. It was already past bedtime, and nothing—lullabies, rocking, stories—was working.

Defeated, she walked down the hall toward the living room, where her three eighteen-year-old sons were sprawled out on the couch, half-watching a random movie.

“Guys,” she sighed, hands on her hips. “One of you has to help me. Y/N will not go to sleep.”

Chris groaned dramatically, throwing his head back. “Mom, just let her stay up. Maybe she’s nocturnal.”

Nick chuckled. “Yeah, or maybe she just thrives on making your life harder.”

MaryLou shot them both a look, but before she could argue, Matt sat up and stretched. “I got it, Mom.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” he said, already getting to his feet. “I’ll get her tired.”

Chris snorted. “Good luck, bro. She’s built different.”

Matt just smirked. “Watch and learn.”

With that, he walked off toward Y/N’s room, rolling his shoulders like he was preparing for battle.

When he opened the door, Y/N perked up immediately.

“Matty!” she squealed, bouncing on the mattress.

Matt leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You do know it’s bedtime, right?”

Y/N grinned at him like he’d just said the funniest thing in the world. “No!”

He chuckled. “Okay, fair. But what if we made bedtime fun?”

Y/N tilted her head, intrigued. “How?”

Matt stepped into the room and scooped her up, spinning her around. “We gotta tire you out first.”

Y/N let out a delighted giggle as he tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He carried her into the hallway, where Nick and Chris turned to watch the chaos unfold.

“Is this your master plan?” Chris asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yup,” Matt said, plopping Y/N onto the floor. “We’re gonna have a dance party.”

Y/N gasped. “Dance?”

“Yeah, but only for five minutes,” Matt said, squatting down to her level. “Then we gotta go to sleep. Deal?”

Y/N considered this very serious offer before nodding. “Deal!”

Matt pulled out his phone and blasted a song, immediately starting to wiggle his arms in the worst dance moves possible. Y/N erupted into giggles and started mimicking him, her little legs bouncing as she twirled around.

Nick laughed from the couch. “Dude, you look ridiculous.”

“Yeah, well, she’s having fun,” Matt shot back, continuing his ridiculous dance routine.

For the next few minutes, Y/N jumped, spun, and clapped to the beat, her giggles filling the house. By the time the song ended, she was worn out, panting and stumbling slightly.

Matt grinned. “Alright, sleepyhead, time for bed.”

Y/N yawned dramatically. “Nooo…”

“Yeahhh,” he teased, scooping her up again. She rested her head against his shoulder, her little arms draped around his neck.

As he carried her back into her room, she mumbled sleepily, “Matty, stay?”

His heart melted.

“Of course, bug,” he whispered, gently laying her in her crib and tucking her in. He grabbed her favorite stuffed bunny and placed it beside her.

She blinked up at him, eyes barely staying open. “Sing?”

Matt chuckled softly. “You really know how to get what you want, huh?”

But he stayed. And he sang.

A soft, quiet melody—nothing fancy, just something to soothe her.

Before he even finished, Y/N’s tiny hand went slack against his arm, her breathing slow and even.

Matt smiled, brushing a stray curl from her forehead before standing up and tiptoeing out of the room.

As he shut the door, he turned to see MaryLou standing there, watching with a warm smile.

“You’re really good with her,” she whispered.

Matt shrugged. “She’s my baby sister. Someone’s gotta keep her in check.”

MaryLou kissed his cheek. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

He smirked. “Told you I had it under control.”

Chris, who had been watching from the couch, scoffed. “Okay, yeah, but at what cost? That was exhausting just to witness.”

Nick grinned. “You are kinda like the baby whisperer, though.”

Matt just smiled to himself as he sat back down. He wouldn’t admit it, but spending time with Y/N like that? It meant everything.

And, if she asked him to do it all over again tomorrow night?

Yeah, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ leather and lace | thomas hewitt x reader

♡ fandoms; Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003 + 2006)

♡ characters; Thomas Brown Hewitt

♡ reader; second person pov + gender neutral language- you wear a dress but this is absolutely still for my masc and fellow nb slasher fans too

♡cw; stockholm syndrome ass relationship, very suggestive content, horny reader?? lol

♡ notes; we are so back. maybe sort of, i feel like this might actually suck.

the title is silly and very straightforward but i like stevie nicks and thought it was cute <3

also the vibe of the dress, thin ass sundresses are such a good plot device 😩

also also i wasn’t sure where to end this so it’s kind of a cliffhanger for a potential smutty sequel?? lmk if you even want more tommy ig

okay mwah love you goodbye

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

“It’s kind of big on me,” You told Luda Mae softly, swishing the skirt slightly. The dress hung past your knees and the straps wanted to slip off your shoulders “Ionno if it looks good.”

You felt vulnerable. Naked, in such a thin, loose white gown. You didn’t like that Monty and Hoyt would see you in it. Or…the other one. Thomas. The one that made your cheeks feel hot and your stomach twist in knots. He looked at you like you were food when you’d first encountered him…but now you’d been there a few days, he avoided you, like you made him nervous in one way or another.

“Oh, nonsense, you look lovely. I’m sure Tommy will love it. Besides, I can take it in at the waist if you really need, maybe find you a nice ribbon to go ‘round it.” She pinched the fabric to make it hug your form tighter and you went red.

“I think it’s good like this. But. Um, it’s kind of cool in here. Maybe I can wear a shawl...”

“Don’t you worry about that- you’re going to go outside and get some sun. Tommy has chores to do but I’ve got work. Can’t have you by yourself all day.” She affectionately pinched your cheek.

You gave a soft noise but knew complaint was futile. At least it wasn’t the Sheriff- even Luda wanted you kept far from his leering gaze. You followed her, barefoot in the soft grass until you got to a small clearing. There was a shed, and a barn, and lumber waiting to be chopped.

You thought you’d get out of it as she sat you down, maybe Tommy was busy. Maybe he was looking for coeds to kill somewhere else, and Luda would let you stay in your quiet little room where you could pretend you weren’t a hostage. Heavy footsteps told you were wrong after a long moment.

You twisted a blade of grass in your hands as Luda whispered sternly to him. Something about “stay” and “take” and “sooner rather than later”. You tried not to think about it. The man huffed exasperatedly and his mother swatted him softly before she marched off - his back still to you as she disappeared over the hill. You were grateful he ignored you and yet unnerved by the fact.

Thomas kept his head down, face obstructed by his hair even more than usual as he grabbed a few large branches from the lumber pile and brought them to a sturdy oak stump. Still eyeing him warily you leaned back, naturally on guard but also curious. He was so strong it seemed impossible. He was bulky-obviously- but in the real way lumberjacks and construction workers were with thick arms and a soft stomach. His hair was nice. Dark and thick, and not greasy like you’d expect. You’d been close enough when he’d slung you over his shoulder to tell it was soft. And his hands were huge and calloused - you knew that from way he’d held onto you then, massive palm on your thigh to keep you steady. You had been wearing shorts and…

You gave a soft sigh, not realizing you were still staring at him until his head whipped around at the sound. You felt your ears burn and coughed, looking away. He was down to just an undershirt as he’d started chopping the lumber - ironically using an axe instead of that chainsaw he’d been swinging around a few nights back. “Sorry- I- don’t stop on account of….”

Your voice died in your throat as he walked towards you, stopping barely a foot away. He looked concerned- more so as he knelt and you flinched. God you still couldn’t tell if you wanted him on top of you or a thousand miles away. He brushed your hair back and— you giggled quietly. He was checking your forehead, thinking you were sick.

Thomas scowled a bit at you, sitting back as you looked up at him “I shouldn’t laugh. But that was sweet. I’m not sick- don’t think so, at least.”

He tilted his head at you. He really didn’t talk. That’d make things difficult…at least at first.

“It’s just kind of hot out…plus- um- oh—“ You blinked as his hand brushed the hem of the dress, where you’d just been rubbing your fingers against the lace “…it’s not my usual style. But it’s a pretty dress.”

He grunted and nodded, looking over your body quite shamelessly. In the sunlight you were sure he was able to see much more than considered appropriate. Fuck it, you thought. He was hot, his mama wanted him to like you, and most importantly he could protect you from the Sheriff and whatever weird bullshit was yet to come.

You hummed and shifted to sit back a bit more, taking his hand before he could pull away fully “…you have big hands…I can tell you work with them…but you made your mask right?”

He hesitated, staring at what almost seemed like disbelief at you before slowly nodding. You hummed and touched his cheek, rubbing a thumb on the leather. It was surprisingly soft, and so was his gaze. Whatever he was covering didn’t matter or even really interest you- you just cared you that you could see his chapped lips beneath it.

“…Tommy?” You cooed. He startled but met your eye. “Can I kiss you?”

He gave a swift and silent answer, pressing his lips to yours with a fervor that stole your breath. He was clumsy and rough, but so desperate that you couldn’t help but draw him closer, to give him what he needed. If you were touch starved he was a thousand times so, holding on to you so tight you were afraid your hips might bruise. Afraid was a strong word- you’d proudly wear any mark from that man.

As soon as you’d thought you had some control there he had you, dazed and unkempt straddling his lap. He ran a thumb over your lower lip, admiring your addled state with a contented grunt.

“…we…we should go inside. Your mom might be home soon.”

He shook his head and suddenly pulled you down- not to pin you, but to be held, his face buried your neck and his mask rubbing against your skin. As he toyed with the hem of the dress again you hummed a tune and played with his hair.

“Tommy?”

He looked up.

“…do you think they want us to go steady?”

He hesitated then tapped his left ring finger. You went red as you suddenly realized what he meant- they wanted you to get married.

“Ah…well— how about steady first?”

He nodded quickly and nuzzled your neck again.

“Good. Cuz I think steady would still cover slippin’ into the shed to have more fun before your mama gets home.”

[shark0atmeal]

Nuke drawing but in roblox!! (made in free draw) with another Nick on the side lol

(guess my favorite twdg character, super duper difficult!!! /s) where there is a screen, Nick will be seen.

[magicveiled]

Been reading The Handmaid's Tale am this week snd it makes me forever grateful the show expanded the narrative so much and realize how fortunate I am to have access to some of the simplest shit we take advantage of every day like the ability to read and write and so forth.

[lunarharp]

recent edgeworth-based scribbles....he means much to me

[babacontainsmultitudes]

So it was established in the last episode that Taylor still believes in Santa (tbh I wouldn't be surprised if it's come up prior to this ep too but anyways-) so... Do you think (saint) Nicky been has portalling in every year since the betrayal to sneak in a gift for his son amongst the pile? That Cassandra doesn't even notice because it's just one among the many many presents she herself has bought and wrapped? But every year without fail... Taylor gets one gift that simply says "from: Nick" and well, obviously that has to mean it's from Santa (a conclusion which Nicky expects him to come to, and why he can sign his name at all, though he misses when he could just write "dad"). And one year when he's still quite young, a sleepy little Taylor actually catches Nicky in the act, and Nicky wishes more than anything that he could just *stay*, but instead he only softly tells Taylor to go back to bed, and Taylor thinks that Santa is a lot younger and a bit sadder than he expected, but what's he gonna do- not listen to Santa Claus? So he smiles meekly at the man he does not know to be his father, and hurriedly heads back to his room.

Also yes of course Nicky eats the fucking cookies left out of course he's not gonna pass up on free cookies (which are home-baked to top it off) come on that's a given.

[mechanichuntsman]

short test with that unused voiceline

[sturnioloho]

?!?!?!???!?!???!?!

[nestavadavat]

Heehe i put the guys from my brain on paper

Notes and yapping under the cut

Okay so like obviously we slay, BUT im not sure like how sold on their designs I am. This is the best that I have so far. Its mostly Jay’s facial hair thats bugging me but also i think he needs some like subtle facial hair? Like stubble isnt him and neither is a beard. Part of me thinks maybe clean shaven is the play? But also like clean shaven just also isnt it. SIGH.

Nick’s design I’m solid on. Its giving bean pole its giving exauhsted its giving “just a guy whos here”. I think he could be a littler paler but like I’m not unhappy with the choice

For reference I was like not able to picture them in my head and like as much as I love some of the movie portrayals nothing beats my brain fr fr. If anyone has any notes or just wants to say what the gatsby characters look like in their head PLEASE share im obsessed with them all rn

[seriousturd]

Another silly doodle comic of the guys

Bonus:

Plus an alternative ending under the cut hehe:

[sturniololuvz]

little sister sees chris drinking/smoking underage and goes to rat him out

lol ! okayyy

“Catching Chris”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings : drinking

Y/N had always looked up to her older brothers, the Sturniolo Triplets. They were funny, protective, and (most of the time) pretty cool. But being the youngest at 13 meant she often got left out of their teenage adventures.

Tonight, though? She had accidentally walked into one.

The Discovery

Y/N had been searching for her hoodie, convinced one of her brothers had stolen it, when she heard a clink from the kitchen. It was late—way past the time when any of them should have been downstairs.

Curious, she tiptoed toward the sound.

That’s when she saw him.

Chris was leaning against the counter, a red plastic cup in his hand. At first, she didn’t think much of it—until she saw the bottle next to him.

Her eyes widened.

“Chris?”

He nearly jumped out of his skin, fumbling with the cup before turning to face her. “Y/N?! What are you doing down here?”

“I was looking for my hoodie,” she said, crossing her arms. “What are you doing?”

Chris hesitated for a second before sighing. “Look, it’s just one drink. No big deal.”

Y/N’s mouth fell open. “Are you serious? You’re not even 21! Does Matt and Nick know you’re doing this?”

Chris groaned. “No, and you’re not gonna tell them.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Oh, I so am.”

Chris’s eyes widened. “Dude. No. Come on, it’s not like I do this all the time.”

“Don’t care,” she said, already turning on her heel. “You’re so busted.”

The Aftermath

It took Y/N exactly 30 seconds to wake Matt and Nick.

“Guys!” she hissed, shaking Matt awake first.

“What?” he mumbled sleepily.

“Chris is drinking in the kitchen!”

That woke him up.

“What?!” Matt shot up as Nick groaned.

“You better not be messing with us,” Nick grumbled.

“I swear!” Y/N insisted. “Come see for yourself!”

The three of them marched down to the kitchen, where Chris was still standing, guilty as ever.

“Bro, really?” Matt said, crossing his arms.

Chris groaned. “Y/N, you snitched?”

“Obviously.” She smirked.

Nick grabbed the cup from Chris’s hand, sniffed it, and wrinkled his nose. “Dude, this is nasty. Why would you even want to drink this?”

Chris ran a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t gonna get, like, drunk or anything. I was just trying it.”

Matt sighed. “That’s still dumb, man.”

Nick dumped the drink into the sink. “If Mom and Dad find out—”

“They won’t,” Chris cut in. “Because we’re not telling them. Right, Y/N?”

She grinned. “Hmm. Maybe I should tell them, just in case.”

“Y/N!” Chris whined.

Matt chuckled, ruffling her hair. “Nah, I think she did her job already.”

Chris groaned. “Great. Now I have three parents.”

Y/N smirked. “Yep. And don’t you forget it.”

And just like that, Chris learned the hard way—when you have a little sister, nothing stays a secret.

[svartmalt]

Nick Cave & Blixa Bargeld, THE ROAD, to God Knows Where.

Photos: Uli M Schueppel

[ao-xingyume1987]

[jimpjin]

another sneaky beak at the next batch of fallout stickers.

should i keep the sand? not so sure..

[ziggy0-o]

so you’re telling me that i have to just cope with the lack of video footage featuring nicholas berkeley mason and richard william wright interacting ? what a life.