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So, I’ve had the thought of “what if Max never intercepted the bullet, and Peter did die.” Because I’ve never been happy a day in my life. This image of Peter shot and the LIB coming in and possessing his body to take Max and Peter away has been haunting me for a few weeks now, sooo….
I did this on Medibang pro, which I haven’t touched in years, but yknow what, I had a good time! Sorry about this one.
ROUND 4 MATCH 15
Kuras propaganda:
"Kuras bought the MC a cookie and is also an angel doctor or something"
Muriel propaganda:
"HE IS VERY CUTE AND GOOD
HE IS A TEXTBOOK GENTLE GIANT
NO REALLY HE IS SUCH A SWEETIE HE JUST CAN’T DO SOCIALIZATION
HIS FAMILIAR IS BIG OUPPY. SHE’S BIG FUCKING OUPPY!!!
CHICKENS LOVE HIM
ACTUALLY FUCK THAT. ALL ANIMALS LOVE HIM. HES LIKE IF SNOW WHITE WAS HUGE AND JACKED
HE LIKES TINY FLOWERS
HE WHITTLES TINY WOODEN CREATURES TO DECORATE HIS HOUSE AND GIVE TO HIS FRIENDS
HE’S LITERALLY JUST THE PERFECT MAN LIKE WHAT THE FUCK LOOK AT HIM???"
that scene in the half blood prince where one of the inferi is dragging harry down into the water
do you think maybe it was regulus thinking harry was james
And my other piece for @jjbatarotdeck !! Fugo this time, closer to my usual art style haha.... he's fine(?)
Again, it's not too late to get a copy of the zine and deck - leftover sales are up here! Check it out: https://jjbatarot.bigcartel.com/
Lee Chan, seriously what the fuck?!
oh Dino is serving CUNT on levels never seen before…
phone ON THE TABLE🤬
“everybody that I’ve cared for has either died or left me, everybody fucking except for you. So don’t tell me that I’ll be safer with somebody else, because the truth is I would just be more scared.”
This line gets me every fucking time, weeping, ugly crying, sobbing, balling my eyes out.
TLOU absolutely fucking destroyed me.
I know i'm a masochist or something because unrequited love is just incredibly delicious to me. I babbled about unrequited samjohn but also unrequited wincest??? It's so peculiar and messy because dean loves sam more than ANYTHING in this world and yet doesn't return sam's love and desires the same way and it tears sam apart. Maybe dean would be even down for fucking him in any way he wants but i think sam wouldn't go through with it. Baby boy will cry and say "not like this" and reject dean after dean fully offers himself to him. It's just. so good. Yearning teen sam literally drives me up the walls man. The way his entire body will be on fire from the intensity of his want and it'll be painful, it'll be a torture. Whether next to dean or not, sam feels like drowing in hellfire but he still wants to be near dean and he wants to run away and he wants to crack dean's ribs open and curl inside and he wants to break dean's jaw and beat him bruised and then leave and leave everything behind.
He'll make a new life at Stanford, he'll have a picture of john & mary on his shelf but no trace of dean. He'll delete dean's number and reject his calls and buries his nose in book until he crumbles. He falls on his knees for older flirty pretty boys with leather jacket and Marlboro on their lips. But one day guilt would be too much and he'd just go for men with no trace of sweetness in them, men who are nothing like dean, and he let them bend him over and use him. And he will finally get a girlfriend and try to turn his mess of a life around. He'll fall in love and he'll have some alien sense of happiness for a while. He'll bury all the past so so deep and he'll be happy that maybe he is finally leaving that scorching incestuous love behind and then one night he wakes up to sound of someone breaking in his apartment
oooh new game :) inspired by elementary school nostalgia <3
reblog with what tags you get when you type “who” “what” “when” “where” “why” and “how”
it’s the middle of the night, and you are clinging to seungcheol like a lifeline.
there’s no particular reason. you can’t sleep, he’s not even trying to sleep, and he’s comfortable. so you wrap your arms around him like a koala, amused when he doesn’t even flinch, just lifts his arms a little to give you space, and continues scrolling.
“i’m going to suffocate you if i stay like this,” you say suddenly — slightly muffled with your cheek squished against the pillow.
seungcheol lowers his phone to glance at you, brown eyes soft in the dim lamplight of your room. “it’d be an honour to be suffocated by you,” he says, so solemnly you burst out laughing.
“cheol!”
“what?” he says defensively. “i’m serious! put that shit on my gravestone.”
“you are so — ”
“handsome?” he offers. “charming? perfect?” and he places an exaggeratedly grateful hand over his chest; “babe.”
“annoying,” you finish, with a sigh that doesn’t disguise your smile. being completely and irrevocably in love has made you soft. maddeningly so.
“and yet you’re still dating me,” seungcheol counters with a bright grin and a kiss on your cheek. “so i win.”
“cheesy. so cheesy.” but you don’t detangle your limbs from his; you push yourself impossibly closer, nosing into his neck, leg over his thighs. and he doesn’t move away — he just smiles, brushes you with a feathery kiss.
it’s easy. familiar. it happens all the time, hugging your boyfriend. but it’s insistent in its own mundanity — you think you can stay with him forever and then some. and if you said it out loud, you know he’d echo the sentiment right back to you.
the beauty of it is more settled in the fact that you don’t have to say it out loud. both of you know. instead, you’ll complain about his cheesy lines and he’ll complain about your cold nose against his skin, and you’ll love each other always. enduring, withstanding, everlasting.
an / why do i write. i have no idea. someone stop me 😭
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Cringetober Day 1: Heterochromia
Bruh I had spinal surgery and now while recovering I’ve become addicted to listening to this stupid podcast. This is an excuse to add arcade carpeting patterns to a design lmao
Announcement
Summary: Your pregnancy announcement to Spencer doesn’t go how you had always planned.
Tags: Pregnancy announcement, established relationship (implied marriage), f!reader, bittersweet feelings, slightly fluff, mostly sad but not angst.
*not a happy ending, short fic - in my head all morning so had to write! Constructive criticism and thoughts always welcome!
“Congratulations! It looks like you’re actually around 9 weeks pregnant. It’s a wonder you couldn’t tell before now, Mrs. Reid”.
You could hear what the doctor was saying, but you hadn’t yet grasped the meaning behind the words, moving to look at the screen she had turned towards you. She hadn’t told you what she was checking for, just that your blood work had come back and she needed to verify something. This being the reason hadn’t even crossed your mind.
Pregnant. 9 weeks. Truthfully, you could tell her the exact day of conception, although you are still just silently staring at the screen in wonder.
Your doctor seems to understand that you need time to process the words, even if she knows you’ve been trying for over a year. She hands you copies of your first sonogram and information that you’re sure your husband has already gathered.
You hadn’t even gone to the doctor because you’d been feeling unwell - it was just an annual check up. You hated them, had always felt they were a waste of time, but Spencer always insisted.
Spencer.
You needed to tell him. Right now. You two had been trying for so long, and nothing had seemed to work. Of course the moment you two agree to stop trying, to just be natural, it happens. Just like Spencer had said it would. It was almost annoying that he was always right, and you could hear his voice in your head telling you the statistics like he had that day.
You two had agreed long ago that when you found out, if he wasn’t with you, that you wouldn’t do anything crazy to try to tell him. Instead, you left the doctor’s office in a daze, driving to the bakery Spencer loved but never had time to get to. You picked up his favorite sandwich and even got a pastry for yourself, before driving to see him.
Your mind wandered on the drive, barely paying attention to the traffic around you. It didn’t matter to either of you what gender your unborn child would be - you’d already picked out names. Godparents had been easily decided - Luke Alvez and Emily Prentiss being the most obvious of choices.
Thinking of that, your mind replays the day Spencer had sheepishly come back home when you two had first started trying, carrying a bag from a store you’d never heard of.
He revealed that he had been at the bookstore and saw something in a store window that he had to buy, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment.
You remember laughing loudly and how much your cheeks had hurt from your wide smile, claiming the three shirts he had purchased were perfect. Godparent shirts for Luke and Emily, and one that said “Favorite Aunt” for Penelope.
At first, when you two had discussed godparents, you’d been slightly worried on how you’d choose a godmother - not knowing how you could possibly pick between Penelope or Emily. But Spencer had said that Penelope was a sister he had never gotten to have, saying that her title would be Auntie P. to however many children you two had.
You’d have to take the shirts with you next month to Rossi’s house mansion. Spencer had gone back to the store and bought ridiculous shirts for every member of the team, even one for Hotch, in case he ever saw him again. You wondered if Rossi would like his “grandpa” shirt, or if he’d complain that he wasn’t old enough for that title. (Even though he had an actual grandchild).
Shaking your head from your thoughts, you park, taking a deep breath and grabbing the food. Slowly, you exit your car, meandering to where you know Spencer will be.
As you stand in front of him though, you find the words are stuck in your throat. You sit down, forcing yourself to breathe as you open your mouth.
“Hey love. I brought your favorite food! Um, guess what? I’m sure you already know - you probably knew before me. We’re pregnant, Spencer! Well, I’m pregnant… but I’ve made you a dad! 9 weeks - the last time…” you trailed off, blinking back tears.
“You were right, sweetheart. Like always. I’m- I’m so sorry, that it happened too late. But, well, it’s okay, right? Now I’ll always have a piece of you with me. I love you, Spencer Reid.”
You can’t stop the tears from streaming down your face now, but you continue to say every thought that’s been in your head since you got the news as you wait for his response.
A response you know you’ll never get.
After all, the saying has always been “silent as the grave”, and the 8 week old headstone that marks where Spencer lies does not reply.
Do you guys ever think,
when Percy dies, Grover will die at the same time. But unlike the others, they'll never be reunited in Elysium because Grover's a satyr who never get into Elysium, they turn into a tree.
And, if Annabeth is outlives Percy, she won't just grieve the love of her life but one of her best friends as well, one of the first people who believed in her, outside of luke and thalia.
One more thing, When Percy dies at least Annabeth will know she gets to see him again in Elysium but she'll also have to live with the knowledge that she'll never see Grover again even in death.
And if you don't want to think abt this, then:
Then don't think about her throwing away the collection of tin cans she and Percy probably kept for Grover.
Don't think about her using something from a tin can and thinking "I'll save this for Grover" and then realizing she'll never get to give it to him.
Don't think about her never being able to eat blue food or enchiladas again.
Don't think about her and Juniper holding each other and crying.
Don't think about Juniper momentarily hating Annabeth for getting to see her husband after she dies before forgetting all about her anger because they both lost their loves, damn it!
Don't think about Annabeth "Always Six Foot Ahead" Chase knowing death is approaching and making a list of what she wants to be burnt with so that she can give them to everyone who she has ever cared about. Adding "Tin Cans and Enchiladas" in the list before breaking down again.
Don't think abt Percy reaching Elysium, being greeted by all of his friends, looking around for grover before registering why he wasn't there.
Don't think about him mourning his best friend, his brother even when in Eternal Paradise.
Don't think about it.
Thinking about the dsmp as a stage play is kind of the most mentally damaging thing on the earth to me
BRO I HHDSKJGDSHKGDS LEE🥺🥺🥺LEE THANK YOU I😭😭AAAHHHGHSDKLSD MY WIFE🙏🙏🥺IM FREAKINGG OUT RN PLS😭😭😭LEEEEEEE
The day Megumi meets his Divine dogs is also the last day he sees his dad, or so he thinks.
Headcanon that one of the most common games between the children of the Zenin clan is to make shawdow puppets (and is also used as a way to detect Ten shawdow users technique)
Megumi also learns how to do some of the most common shapes (Toji doesn’t remember that many), as a way to make him less afraid of the dark when he’s alone and Toji is away.
THIS MAN
WHY IS IT SO HARD TO COME UP WITH A DECENT ETHO DESIGN
LIKE YEAH MAN GIVE US NOTHING
Im so upset, he’s making me doubt my character designing skills. Just nothing looks good
Pls help