#yayyy I love this one

[ozimagines]

dating peter schibetta would include please 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Oh for sure! Peter was my first Oz crush! He was a little vitellone but he didn’t deserve the shit he got.

TW!! For everything that happened to this boy.

Dating Peter Schibetta Would Include….

Doesn’t believe in love at first sight… or second sight… or love in general at some point.💔

He knows his parents loved each other, and that’s most of the reason he got married. He just wanted to be loved like that.

If societal norms are anything to go on, I’m betting Peter’s wife left him after finding out about his assault. Said it made him “less of a man” which hurt about as much as anything could, even if he wasn’t wholly shocked by her reaction.

Mama’s boy ™️

His mother loved him. Deeply and truly. It made Peter a little soft if he’s honest. When his mother’s no longer there to clean up his messes, he spirals. He’s convinced he can do anything.

After Adebisi, not so much.

After Schillinger and the others, he’s convinced he’s capable of nothing.

He spends most of his days alone, or surrounded by the other Italians, saying nothing

Which is pretty much alone as far as he’s concerned

He used to be just one of the guys from the neighborhood… now he’s not sure who he is. 💔

When he meets you, nothing changes, he doesn’t suddenly believe in love again.

You’re nice to him. Like genuinely nice. He thinks that makes you stupid, but he certainly won’t be the one to tell you that.

He’s hostile at first. Who wouldn’t be after Oz? (35 years for money laundering? The math ain’t mathin’)

He’s very much a pretty boy, so he catches you staring once or twice

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”😠

“No, it’s just that you’re… no, you’re right, I’m sorry.”🥺

“…don’t… don’t worry about it.”😳

But it’s the little things you do that make him unable to take his eyes off of you.

He starts noticing the way you tuck your hair out of your eyes when you’re reading, not noting it as anything important but whenever you do it, he finds his eyes drawn upwards.

He knows about your favorite pen with all the bite marks at the end, from where you chewed nervously during tests. When he sees that pen anywhere, he puts it somewhere safe for you.

Some of the guys take their dates to get gelato, and you two are single and get paired up automatically. You like the stracciatella flavor with strawberries on top… not unlike his mother. The realization makes him blush into his pistachio flavored one.

He starts to notice you by your absences, noting things in conversation or on TV that you’d like and remembering to tell you about them. ☺️

His “friends” start joshing him because he likes you, which he vehemently denies. It’s not that he dislikes you, it’s that Peter’s made a pact with himself that he’s going to die alone, and you’re in the way of that.

“C’mon, kid.” Chucky teases almost meanly, “you got a little crush on him/her/them.”🫣🫣🫣

You’re kind, funny, beautiful to Peter, and you represent everything he could have been, and he hates you a little for it.

One night you text Peter all the details about your day. He doesn’t respond. You ask how his day was. Nothing but a read receipt. You ask if he needs someone right now. Nothing.

So you show up at his door with a dollar store movie you’d never seen and some chocolates.

He’s upset at first.

“Treating me like a bitch on her period.”😡

When you start to apologize and say it’s stupid he softens.

“No… thank you, I mean. Really. It’s just been… it’s just been a day.”

You chill out in his apartment -which is remarkably clean for a bachelor pad- and giggle on his couch as you watch the 300.

You make jokes to make Peter laugh as you watch. His steely demeanor starts to crack, and after a joke about one of the men dying “without ever knowing women’s touch” (“they said “woman’s touch” Peter, not virgin. Remember that.”) his face breaks into the prettiest smile you’d ever seen from him… because it’s real this time.

The real surprise comes when Peter invites you out one night. He’s very clear it’s not a date and “just wants to pay you back”.

He offers to have you over and make dinner. He reiterates it’ll be nothing fancy.

When you come over he has aperitivi ready for you. An limoncello spritz, some fresh mozzarella he got from the cheese maker himself and some fresh tomatoes drizzled in olive oil and sea salt.

You offer to help in the kitchen, but he refuses, insisting you’re his guest😊

You sit by the kitchen table that looks into the kitchen, watching him work. The first course is pasta pomodoro. Just freshly sliced tomatoes, basil from the garden, and nice semolina and egg yolk pasta.

You’re full and thanking him, to his confusion, and he tells you that was just il primo piatto.🍝

He brings out some beef shoulder cooked ‘genovese’, which he boils down to using “a fuck ton of onions”.

After dinner, he takes your plates and refills your glass with wine.

Peter brings out some fruit he sliced and some pastries he got at “the Moluzzo’s”, and hands you a shot of digestive liquor.

You’re stuffed and a little drunk, sitting on his couch with yet another glass of wine.

He turns on the tv for you as he cleans and you search through channels.

You find “the Sons of Katie Elder” on, and remembering it was a John Wayne film (to say nothing of Dean Martin), you select it and begin to watch.

You’re entranced in the movie when you notice Peter’s standing over your shoulder, drying a dish, mouthing along with John Wayne.

You ask if he’s seen this movie before, and he admits it was a favorite of his father.

You don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.

He joins you on the couch and laughs through your John Wayne impression.

By the end of the film you both are laughing so much you’re in tears.

The laughter dies down a little and a silence fills the air.

“Thanks. For… like, being there, I mean. I know I’m out of the family and everything, but… I don’t know. It was nice to be thought of.”🙃

You assure him that you’re not doing anything special, you just like him and want good things for him.

“Yeah, well, you’re the only one.”

“People will love you as much as you let them, Peter, please give us a chance to love you-“

His lips are on yours. It’s soft and gentle, no real push. He doesn’t grab you. He doesn’t stick his tongue in your mouth. He just kisses you on the lips.

You’re not sure what to say. Neither is he. You kiss back but he doesn’t want to talk after that.

“I didn’t mean to… it’s not why I invited you… you should probably go.”

You’re not sure how to interpret anything he’s done.

He doesn’t call you for a week. You assume he needs space so you give it to him.

About a week in Dino and Joey come up to you. You’re friendly with Joey and pleasant with Dino but they don’t look friendly today.

“Listen, kid, you’ve been fucking with his head, and he doesn’t need that right now. Not after taking it up the ass twice.”

“After… what?”

You’re not an idiot. You know he was in prison and what that implies.

You rush to his house, ringing the doorbell and banging on the door.

“PETER COME OUT HERE! I SWEAR TO GOD-“

He opens the door slowly, as if he was standing in the other side listening to everything.

“Dino talked to me today.”

He knows what that means. His eyes hit the ground and he goes to close the door.

“I don’t need your charity-“

You stop the door and slam your hands on the railing to his steps.

“Goddamnit, Peter, let me love you.”❤️

He stops for a second. He’s not sure what to say.

“I need a drink.” He turns to go inside, before adding, “join me?”

You come inside and sit on his couch as he fixes you two heavily poured grappas. His has about twice as much as yours.

He sits on the couch and drinks silently for a moment.

“Look, I… in Oz… can we not tonight? I mean, I know we have to talk about this at some point… but… not tonight. Please.”

You agree, telling him you’ll talk about whatever he wants.

He tells you when he was a kid, he wanted to be an actor. Like Pacino or Stallone. He tried drama club before his pop told him it was for ‘fags’.

He loves 1960s Italian movies. Said Marcello Mastroianni was his idol. He even tried growing a mustache for a week. It was a pathetic attempt.

You giggle and ask him to continue.

He talks to you all night, into the early morning. You both fall asleep on the couch, sitting up, holding hands.

You two are together now, but Peter takes a minute to put a label on it.

“This is Y/N, my… uh… yeah.”😂

It doesn’t bother you. You think it’s cute.

You’re calling him your boyfriend before he calls you his girlfriend/boyfriend/partner.

He sits you down a week and a half into dating and has an uncomfortable conversation.

“So… listen… I want… you’re so beautiful… I just… I can’t.”

“We don’t have to have sex right now, Peter.”🙂

After the rapes, sex is very difficult for him.

You eventually do, working your way there.

You start just kissing, then necking, and then you offer to give him a bj that he refuses… but accepts a week later. You make it clear it’s not a 1:1 ratio and that he doesn’t have to reciprocate…

But after a few too many one night -and Peter is a SLOPPY drunk- he’s laying on you on the couch, kissing you all over, giggling at how beautiful you are. You don’t do anything he might regret, but the next day he says he’s ready to give it a shot.

Makes love. When he’s ready, he lays you down on satin sheets, undresses a little embarrassedly, insists the lights are off and after accidentally crushing your foot in the dark, settles for a scarf over the lamp.

His eyes are closed at first, and you can tell this is hard for him, but a few encouraging kisses and gentle touches and Peter’s able to differentiate between sexual assault and sex as a result of love and care.

His struggles aren’t over, but he’s healing and you’re helping him get there. ❤️‍🩹

Kisses like a clumsy romantic boy, not a self assured man, but he reminds you of the boy that made you blush so much in high school, because for his lack of technique there was an abundance of care.

He still likes to hold your hand or have an arm around you in public. You may have to initiate or wait for him to unconsciously reach for your hand. 🤝

“Buongiorno principessa/principe/pincipx!”

^he greets you like a man in one of his favorite movies (La Vita È Bella)

You start to see him smile more often. He can be goofy when he feels like it.

Can’t really fall asleep unless he’s spooning you… (or you spooning him but he swears you to secrecy on that.)

You enter into domestic life fairly fast and Peter couldn’t be happier.

That’s all he’s ever wanted; just to have someone there.

When you guys get chocolates, you leave him the dark chocolate and the coconut, because you know those are his favorites.🍫

He does the dishes and you dry, listening to music in the kitchen. 🍽️

You leave his slippers by the door and he lays your makeup out for you in the morning. 💄

Thinks TikTok is stupid but downloads it at your insistence. (Prefers Tumblr😂)

He cooks for you… a lot. It helps him unwind after a long day and he enjoys being bossy in the kitchen.

“Knead the dough for about ten minutes then leave it and stir the sauce so it doesn’t stick… I love you.”😘

That’s actually the first time he says I love you. It’s random. It just slips out while he’s laughing and bossing you around.

He stops afterwards. Not sure if he should address it or pretend he never said it.

You just giggle and say nothing but a vocal “yes, Chef” and move on.

As you’re cuddling that night, and you’re sure he’s not asleep yet but his eyes are closed, you whisper “I love you too.” Into his ear.

You know he’s not asleep because you can see him smiling.

When he proposes to you, he’s not sure if he should make it big or small. He went big with the his ex wife but that’s because that was what was expected of him.

He plans a date; the perfect date.

None of it goes well. 😅

He picks up an expensive wine and makes a cheese board. He wears an expensive Versace suit. He plans a picnic… and it rains. 🌧️

He tries to pivot and take you to a nice restaurant but it’s too late notice and he doesn’t have his father’s power anymore. It’s emasculating.

He takes you to his place, you wearing his coat because you’re shivering and soaking wet. The label is peeling off the bottle of wine. The crackers and bread are soggy. His suit is ruined.

The real kicker comes when he tries to unlock the door quickly to get you two out of the rain and the straps on the picnic basket snap.

“Fuck.”

You help him pick up the contents of the basket, both of you on your hands and knees. You grab at salami and oranges until your hand hits a small box.

Only one thing could be in there.

Your eyes race to Peter, whose already staring at you red faced.

“I’m sorry… I tried. I really did-“

You cut him off with a kiss in the rain like one of those old Italian movies, grabbing at the wrinkles on his soaked button up, hands moving to his curly black hair. You stop suddenly.

“Wait… we have to get the Madonna’s blessing.” You put your hands together, close your eyes, and shout at the sky: “Maria! La chiava, per favore!”

He laughs the most boisterous laugh you’ve ever heard out of him and kisses you again.

It’s his grandmother’s ring from the old country. He asked his ex wife for it back and you know how much that must have pained him. ✨ 💍 ✨

After you two are bathed and eat an ordered out pizza, watching La Vita È Bella for the hundredth time, just at the Maria La Chiava scene, he turns to you.

“You never said yes.”

“C’mere, dummy.” You pull him into you, kiss the side of his head, and whisper into his ear. “Yes, Peter, always yes.”🥰

Bonus: He’s ashamed of this. Possibly more than anything… but he loves 2 Broke Girls😂😂 Reminds him of his summer working in a local diner. Max is essentially all the things he wanted to say but didn’t have the balls to. He lives vicariously through her.

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[kor0kke]

💖 Caption this

[little-pup-pip]

Hi!! Could I please have a stingray moodboard?! With lots of blues and oceany ocean themez? And no paci but little kid toys? And masc plz!! :3

Sure!!

[lesbianweed]

This ancient magic...I can understand it, I can read it, but...I can't keep up with it!

[mossy-rat]

xvi. the tower

id in alt / cql major arcana cards

[neonbodyache]

tis the season

[commsroom]

eiffel drawn for me by @kalidels!!

[eloscore]

whatever, go my art from last year that i forgot to post

[lyxchen]

It's gross girl summer and she's my gross little girly pop <3

(More versions of this are under the cut also please zoom in for the details!!)

[tomatoart]

excited to see Static Dress live this year :3

[buwheal]

Hey Spamton, how are Pipis created?

[coquetteriddle]

a little tomarry fighting snippet/warmup :)

"Oh please," Harry begins dismissively, "What would you know about friendship or kindness? All you do is lie and manipulate people."

Tom steps forward, an angry snarl on his face, his emotions far too unclouded. "Maybe, Potter, people are loyal to me because they actually like me, something you wouldn't be accustomed to."

And Harry can't help it. He laughs, and it's mean and cruel and childish and every bit of anger he's felt towards Tom Riddle since the moment he's gotten here. 

"You think people like you, Riddle?! You think anybody in this school actually fucking likes you?!"

The anger and bitterness in Harry are building up to such a boiling point that it releases in an awful, spiteful, flood. His manic grin is directly in Riddle's face, but nothing is funny. 

"The people who follow you are only there because you lied to them! You promised them fame and power and immortality and where do you think they'll go when you inevitably fail?! Because that's not loyalty, Riddle!"

Their argument has escalated so loudly that the entire hallway has stopped, instead staring at both of them, but Harry is too incensed to stop now.

"You know nothing about loyalty or friendship or anything worthwhile because you're such an egotistical maniac, that you can't even fathom the idea that people don't fucking care about you as much as you think they do!"

Over the whispers and mutters of the crowd, Harry can only hear his and Riddle's own heavy breathing. The hall seems blurry around them. There's only his furious screaming truth, and Riddle's look of angry shock. 

But underneath Riddle's expression is something Harry is all too familiar with. A slight look of fear and worry, some insecurity that's lived inside of him since he stepped into Hogwarts. Even without legilimency, Harry knows exactly what Riddle is thinking.

What if he's right?

[chaosduckies]

Drawing of Kieran I was working on! Of course I’m not an artist so don’t mind any mistakes you definitely see-

But uhhh I might change his design later, I have no idea but this is some-what what he looks like! And the little stick figure is Devon just because why not :D (extreme size difference my beloved)

Kieran is around 650 feet (okay if you watch movies almost all Kaiju are taller than a skyscraper) and he has reaaaaaaly good hearing and sight, so Devon is perfectly fine!

[automatonknight]

id: a digital drawing of pioneer 9 and 10, as well as juice from 17776. they’re shown standing in line, holding hands and dancing. 9 is the most to the left and they’re leaning back and throwing their free hand up into the air. 10 is in the middle, lifting one of her legs up. juice is to the right, doing a sort of kneel while also pointing up with his free hand, on which he’s wearing one of those big hands made out of foam. both pioneer 9 and 10 are wearing jumpsuits, while juice is wearing a scraft, t-shirts and shorts. the background is black and the characters are only lined in their corresponding colors-9 using pink/red, 10 using green and juice using yellow. end id

[bisexualmcqueen]

alright this one's a little different

its a thumbnail comic of a scene from a silly fic i have YET to write (but i have half of it plotted out/partially written). was a fun choreo exercise. additional context at bottom.

had to omit some plot details for simplicity's sake, but the basic premise is as follows:

"sort of crack taken seriously in that a freak weather event occurs in radiator springs. the green and white cars are just random tourists who lightning is helping evacuate. he's borrowed one of mater's towing cables… but alas he is not a tow truck. also i throw rocks at him! {he doesn't break his powertrain [axel] just a link arm + a few other suspension bits. it's to nerf him for later to let another character do a good deed in his place} {also he has the tow cable because he was closest to rescue the tourists but everyone got separated}"

the tourists also were NOT supposed to be out exploring carburetor country, there were weather warnings posted, but they lied and went anyways and lightning had to find and rescue them </3 (and then they get detoured and This happens</3)