#back on my angsty bullshit

[writing-is-ruining-my-life]

Dialogue Prompt #339

“Please don’t go where I can’t follow.”

#back on my angsty bullshit #angst prompt #writing prompt #dialogue prompt #q

[crybaby-bkg]

a slight continuation of this

no caller ID pops on your screen, pulling your attention away from your previous task at hand: not fucking up your eyeliner. you typically wouldn’t care if it was a little uneven, but you’re going on a date tonight, for the first time in so long, and you want everything to go as smoothly as possible.

which is why you groan when you end the call, and that same no caller ID pops right back up seconds later. you know who it is—who else would it be? you figured he’s already seen your story of being excited for going on your first date in a while, on the only app you hadn’t blocked him on. petty? perhaps, but it’s on him to be keeping up with you despite you cursing him out for wasting your time and then blocking him right after.

you watch it ring though, contemplating for a while longer than you should. you blocked him for a reason. no need to entertain his same shit that he always spews to you when he realizes that he might be losing you once more?

….but it doesn’t hurt to hear the hero beg for you.

“What do you want, Bakugou?” You sigh irritably as you finally answer his call, putting him on speaker as you go back to even out your eyeliner. You hear him huff on the other side of the phone at the use of his surname, but he doesn’t say anything about it, instead, quickly telling you what he’s been bothering you for.

“Who’s the fuckin’ loser that’s gonna drool over how good your tits look in that stupid green dress you love so much?” Bakugou grunts, and you instantly feel your face heating at his crude words. You glance over with a frown at that same green dress that makes your tits look good, where it hangs on your closet.

“None of your damn business, Bakugou.” You snap at him, wondering if it’s too late to find something else to wear. “Not like you ever took me out in my stupid green dress.” Your voice holds a level of bitterness that only he can bring out of you, and you hear his sigh through the speakers.

“I told you this before, I’m always—”

“Busy.” You cut him off, voice suddenly thick as you think back on the countless rejections he’s splattered at your feet every time you tried to further your relationship with him. “You reminded me of how busy you’ve been since you first started this whole situationship.”

“Situation—? Huh? We were dating!” Bakugou protests with a huff, and you can hear how he paces the floor quickly. You glare at your phone, setting down your liner to instead pick of your (his) favorite lipgloss.

“You’d have to ask me out to be dating, Bakugou. You’d have to court me to be dating, Bakugou. You’d have to make time for me and take me out on dates and not hide me to fucking date me, Bakugou.” You spit at him, venom dripping off of your lips in waves. You don’t know why you answered, why you even entertained him. You shake your head with a huff when the line goes quiet, eyebrows quirking up when your date sends you a text to make sure you’re still on for tonight.

“I’m sorry.” Bakugou mutters pathetically, his voice suddenly soft. You hesitate, for some reason, when it comes to texting your date back. Why do you always hesitate when Bakugou is around?

“Let me make it up to you, court you, and shit. I can take you to one of my favorite places, you can wear that pretty green dress and that gloss you know I love.” His voice is pleading, thickening and sweet and suffocating. You shouldn’t respond, should reply back a yes to your date.

“Please? You know how much you mean to me.” Bakugou mumbles, and you can hear the earnestness in his voice. Why haven’t you said yes to your date yet?

“I’ll do better this time. Just one more chance, sweetheart.” Bakugou’s voice is so soft, you’ve never heard him this vulnerable before. You sigh with a shake of your head, slumping back into your seat in defeat.

…

Sorry, I can’t make it tonight. Something came up. Maybe we can reschedule for another time?

#sorry this is kinda angsty lol #but I saw this tt earlier where this girl was so giddy bc ‘no caller id’ called LOL #and it just reminded me of the first part to this #at first he’s all ‘no we can’t date bc of xyz bullshit reason’ #but the moment you’re like ‘I’m done w this toxic back n forth we’re not even a couple’ #he’s like WE WERE TOGETHER THE WHOLE TIME!!!!! #delusion is what I like to call it #also he definitely takes you out to a place that’s very secluded and exclusive #to shut you up for the time being #the whole ‘at least I took you out!’ shtick #I hate him actually #but the toxic hate sex goes crazy ☝🏻 #okay gn I’m sleepy and I felt so shitty today #or yesterday #so I’m hoping today will be better #maybe I’ll mediate before I start on my work #I wanna go on a walk sometime this week bc it’s gonna be great weather but my anxiety keeps telling me #that one of the stray cats or foxes is gonna attack me AKSJDKDJDJD #omg does anyone remember me talking about that calico kitty in my backyard at one point??? #I haven’t seen her since and I hope she’s okay :( we miss her :( #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #bakugou treats! 🍬

[cosmokyrin]

Aren't you somethin' to admire? 'Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror And I can't help but notice You reflect in this heart of mine (x)

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well inspiration happened sORRY NOT SORRY-

#rwby #penny polendina #ruby rose #nuts and dolts #rwby9 #rwby spoilers #spoilers #kyrin's art #this was entirely inspired by Justin Timberlake's Mirrors #never though i'd appreciate that song fully again #the lyrics are perfect for them #anyway this is meant to be a little more hopeful than angsty tbh but well #also i dont have xkit installed i hate how i'll have to just dump this on my general art tag lfdhfhf #i love them i love them still #they are my life #also hello anyway im back here for my bullshit

[doubledyke]

dissociatED ch. 3

edd makes a confession

The contents of an overflowing black grocery bag poured into a pile on Ed’s paint speckled project table. Eddy gave the bag a final shake for good measure before tossing it and a lengthy receipt to the floor. The biggest perk of hanging out at Ed’s after school was that they never had to worry about cleaning up before they left- though that never stopped Edd from doing a cursory trash collection at the end of the night.

“Bon appétit, boys.” The shortest teen pronounced flatly after having first dibs at the avalanching mountain of snacks. He then flopped onto what was left of Ed’s mattress and dug a Game Boy Advance from one of his generous pockets. With a handful of sour gummies crammed into his gob, he listened for the usual jingle as the device powered on.

The lump was next in line to make his selections and went straight to work, stacking bag after crinkling bag of 2 for $1 treats in the crook of his arm. Once satisfied with his haul, he spun around daintily on his big toe, but was halted mid-pirouette by the waifish boy waiting patiently behind him. Edd toppled to the floor with a surprised yelp and flinched as packages slipped from Ed's clutches onto his face.

"Sorry, Double Dee." In one fell swoop, he was returned to his standing position by the herculean strength of Ed's free arm.

“That's quite alright, Ed- ED! What in heaven's name are those?!” he exclaimed, spotting the contraband just as it was unsubtly tucked behind Ed’s back. Lips pursed and arms crossed, he flashed The Look. 

“Really, Ed. Butterscotch disks?” His skinny neck snapped toward the bed to address the one who'd surely been the mastermind. With a voice as artificially sweet as the various treats that littered the floor, he resumed his questioning. “Eddy? Why, pray tell, would you make the purchase of goods containing butterscotch knowing Ed’s allergy to the confectionery?”

After he paused his game, Eddy’s unamused glare traveled slowly from his accuser to his accomplice, then back.

“It was I, Double Dee.” Ed’s noodle head hung shamefully, a jutting bottom lip garnering little sympathy from the room. “The siren of scorched butter beckons me with her syrupy serenade!” A fake sob punctuated his surprising use of syllables. 

“Ed, I only ask that if you’re planning on ingesting potentially injurious indulgences to at least provide some notice! You’re lucky mister, that I, for one, have learned from your history of impulsivity, and keep a topical antihistamine in my bag for times like these. However, there may come a day when I won’t be around to-”

The diatribe was thankfully cut off by the timely roar of a muffler-less Buick Estate approaching the house. Eddy glanced up at Edd who in turn looked at the remaining member of their trio. Ed stared a thousand yards ahead while he tore open a pouch of Pop Rocks and emptied it into his mouth. The teens waited in silence as the wagon steadied to a rumble in the driveway before sputtering out when the engine was cut. A car door was heard creaking open and slamming shut, followed by footsteps that squeaked across the floorboards overhead.

“Welp, dad’s home. May I be excused, Double Dee?” Carbonated sugar crystals exploded off his tongue as he spoke. Edd took a step back and raised a finger, but before he could offer his pardon, the perpetually sticky boy was clambering up the stairs to attend his nightly roundtable reprimand. Ed remained outwardly unaffected for being the person his family used as an emotional punching bag. It was nothing new, and as disturbing as it was to his friends, they’d learned not to harp on it. Still, Edd's chest tightened with guilt for eating into a rare moment of peace with a well-meaning but unnecessary scolding. He managed to stave off a further spiral by vowing to apologize later. 

Before retreating to his usual spot on the old blue chair, he sorted through the mess of snacks on the table. To his pleasant surprise, Eddy had taken the time to locate his special request: unsalted dry roasted edamame. A giddy peek at the bed found two eyes peering back at him over the handheld console until they darted back to the tiny pixelated world on the screen.  

“Thank you, Eddy.” He flashed a weak smile and sat cautiously on the decrepit recliner, wondering if this would be the night it finally collapsed. With his weight fully settled, he breathed a weary sigh of relief then sluggishly rummaged around his satchel for a source of cerebral stimulation. On quite the rebellious streak as of late, his eyes shifted scandalously as he thumbed past his homework folder and opted for a decidedly more recreational selection. He settled as comfortably as he could to begin yet another read through of Finnegans Wake.

By page five he realized he’d just been staring at the blocks of text without processing their deeply ensconced meaning. The exposed plywood digging into the small of his back was only partly to blame for his distraction. Being alone with Eddy these days was rare and resulted in an unavoidable onslaught of complex thoughts and emotions.

Three years feels like an eternity when you’re a kid. But the collective trauma caused by the events of the summer before 8th grade remained evergreen in Edd’s restive brain. Much like everyone else in the neighborhood, he’d been shell-shocked by the revelation of Eddy’s abuse at the hands of the man he misguidedly idolized. The image of his friend, unguarded and gored took months to shake. It was made all the more difficult by his own incessant replaying of the tender moment the two shared immediately after the carnage.

He wondered what Eddy felt when reflecting on the overt display of affection. Did he look back on that moment with the same warmth? Did he look back on it at all?

An eerie quiet loomed over Rethink Avenue after the incident. Since his painfully public humiliation, Eddy left his days of bunco artistry behind and seemed to be exploring his newfound individuality- or so Edd hoped.

Despite their initial outpouring of empathy, the kids struggled to maintain a tolerance for Eddy once it was clear that his riley temperament wasn’t as easily dropped. Ed and Edd didn’t mind of course; they loved Eddy for the firebrand that he always was. The trio was closer than ever, and weren’t particularly bothered by their largely unchanged status as outcasts. Some things had changed, however. It wasn’t long before Edd noticed a disparity in how he viewed his two closest friends. He and Ed were still akin to brothers, offering comfort and protection from their less than ideal home lives.

But "brother" no longer seemed an appropriate label for Eddy; thinking back, he wasn’t positive it had ever been. Eddy often teased that they were “partners in crime”, prompting Edd to roll his eyes in tepid disapproval. Now, with the so-called crime behind them, did that mean they were just... partners?

At first, this shift in perception was easy enough to shrug off as another fleeting infatuation- after all, he still had a bit of a thing for Nazz. But the passage of time did nothing to sway this new sentiment. By now he’d long given up trying to deny the dangerous appeal of Eddy’s casual insubordination, the bizarre charm in his audacity, his inexplicably endearing immaturity. Not to mention how fetched Edd was by his patchy goatee and trendy hoop earring.

Suddenly everything Eddy said or did was under scrutiny for some implicit meaning. Every indiscreet invasion of personal space and cheeky comment was taken as a hint that he might just feel the same about Edd.

Then again, Eddy wasn’t shy by any means, so if he did have similar feelings, surely he would have mentioned it by now… right? Given the boy’s turbulent upbringing, it was reasonable to assume that he was simply too afraid or embarrassed to broach the subject. Plus, the mildest affectionate gesture made his skin crawl- a fact that Edd was painfully aware of.

The concept was completely foreign to him, as years of touch starvation were starting to take its toll. So much so, that he’d recently found himself looking forward to the occasional odiferous bear hug from Ed. Nonetheless, he respected Eddy’s boundaries, ever-changing as they were.

The mixed signals were a tad frustrating, though. One moment he’s utterly unapproachable, the next he’s practically on top of you. Edd could no longer control the way his lip quivered during those moments. The way he'd turn beet red and still be utterly incapable of looking away.

“Take a picture why dontcha? Weirdo.” The croaky voice snapped Edd’s mind back to the crumbling purple walls of the basement where he’d been gawking at Eddy for the entirety of his impromptu reflection. He emitted a few indignant scoffs and squeaks while scanning the immediate area for something else to look at.

“Oh no, I-I wasn’t…W-Well I was just…”

“Relax, Sockhead, I’m just joshin’ ya .” His brow curled in genuine concern at the mortified expression on Edd’s pallid face.

“Oh, of course, a joke. Hehe. Funny.” His eyes grew large just as he shot abruptly from his seat and snatched up the discarded grocery bag from the cement floor. Spread out flat, it was just wide enough to provide a barrier between the rancid mattress and his pristine pants. With a painfully tight grip on his bony knees, he twisted rigidly to face the portly object of his affection. The unexpected proximity had Eddy slowly shrinking into the corner.

“I need to get something off my chest, Eddy, to clear the air, so to speak.”

Eddy perked up slightly. “Seriously, it was just a joke. I don’t think you’re that weird.”

“Never mind that.” Though impertinent, the clarification was some relief to Edd. He continued, “After considerable time spent deliberating, I’ve come to accept that though my selfish unburdening may well bring about unintended consequences, I simply can’t go on ruminating and rehashing hypotheticals. For my own sanity, it’s best I know exactly where I stand- where we stand. You have my word that no matter your reaction to what I have to say, I won’t be upset. I only ask that you take into consideration my sensibilities when forming your sincere response.”

“For chrissake Edd, just spit it out already! You’re makin’ me nervous.” The Game Boy was shut off and tossed aside so he could wipe his sweaty palms on the thighs of his jeans.

“Eddy, I-”

On cue, pounding footsteps barreled down the groaning stairs. Their newly liberated friend burst into the room sporting his trademark slaphappy grin. Eddy’s indignant glare lingered on a jolted Edd, whose attention was drawn elsewhere.

“I am back, you guys! Pass the ointment, Double Dee!” Resilient as always, Ed stomped over to the buffet of junk in search of something salty to accompany his disks of discomfort.

Eddy stood up on the bed briefly before hopping to the floor and yanking the lofty teen to eye level by a handful of his jacket collar.

“Welcome back, big guy. Hey, listen, I just remembered there’s this gargantuan bug in my bathroom and I need Double Dee here to come see if it's poisonous.”

“Oh, why Eddy, if you simply provided a description of this aberrant arthropod, I’m certain I could-” His innocent offer was snuffed by a clammy hand over his mouth. He fought the immature urge to bite one of the fingers. Like it was his fault that Eddy’s on-the-fly excuse was so easily refuted.

“You're in charge of holdin' down the fort till we get back, got it?”

“Roger Wilco, Eddy!” A ground shaking stomp and stiff salute served to drive his unclear point home.

“At ease, Lump.” He landed a few affectionate wallops on Ed’s bicep, then shot a look at the quasi-entomologist. “Let’s get this over with.”

The old table buckled when Eddy leapt onto the corner to gain access to the window and shimmied through the ever tightening port to the backyard. 

“Double Dee?”

Edd stopped on Eddy’s trail to answer, “Yes, Ed?”

“If Eddy’s bug needs a place to stay, there is plenty of room in my humble commode.”

“How… considerate of you, Ed. I’ll inform, um, it of your very generous offer.” He turned to leave but was quickly sidetracked again.

“Oh, Ed!” He looked up with doe eyes and placed a gentle hand on the boy’s sinewy forearm. “I’d like to apologize for chastising you earlier. It’s not my place to dictate the decisions you make regarding your health. Though, it’s probably best to provide you with your own tube of diphenhydramine cream. Just in case.” An affiliative smile spanned his face for the few seconds he waited for a response.

“An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cured meat. And I am quite partial to bologna.”

“Yes, well. I’d best be on my way if I hope to avoid an ear-splitting admonishment of my own.”

The ginger haired giant gaped, eyebrow cocked, as the boy’s spindly arms struggled to lift the weight of his equally scrawny lower half out of the basement. After spending several seconds watching his friend’s kicking legs and pained grunts, he lurched to the window and nudged Edd’s rear with just enough force to send him stumbling into the patchy footpath outside. Once somewhat stabilized on his disproportionately small feet, he hollered his appreciation.

“Thank you, Ed! Back in a jiff!”

Standing coolly at the end of the front yard, Eddy wasted no time pulling out a metal case and matching Zippo from another of his many pockets. His thumb stroked the crudely buffed out initials of the case’s previous owner as he popped it open. He pinched a slightly stale menthol cigarette between his lips and used his left hand to block the breeze, his right to light. That first fiending drag of nicotine always left him woozy. Using a light post to steady himself, he watched through heavy lidded eyes as Edd flounced into view.

The out of shape boy’s dramatic heaving stopped as soon as he whiffed the acrid aroma of tobacco.

“Eddy, I’d prefer you didn’t do that upwind of me.” He swallowed hard and watched the cherry glow red as Eddy inhaled another puff, a characteristically devious grin forming around the carcinogenic tube.

“You’re the one standin’ so damn close! C’mon, I ain't out here for my health.” 

With that, the pair started down the sidewalk to Eddy’s home. Their shared lack of spatial awareness resulted in the frequent bumping of shoulders, elbows and hands as they shuffled along in silence. A gust of autumn wind on top of the awkward physical contact prompted Eddy to lip his cigarette and shove his hands in his jacket pockets.

The whimsy of marcescent leaves rustling in the nipping breeze had Edd recalling the many idyllic scenarios wherein he finally makes his long awaited confession. Planning was the one constant throughout all of his fantasies; scheduling a time that was convenient for them both, meeting at an undisclosed- and tastefully atmospheric -location, and reading from a deliberately worded billet-doux.

Instead, the rosy imagery was choked out by another miasma from Eddy’s mouth. He grimaced, watching the discarded cigarette land in a growing pile below the back window. His attention was then quickly drawn back to his prospective flame who, in a heartening display of etiquette, had stepped back and was motioning him through the bedroom’s exterior door as it whirred open with an inviting gush of warm air. It wasn’t the moss covered stone pergola hidden away in the vast secret garden of his daydreams. But the clean, well-decorated interior of the bedroom was an improvement.

Edd lingered by the door, looking on while his wheezing friend slunk off to the bathroom. 

“Go on then,” The husky boy was heard a few minutes later, garbling through the foam of toothpaste in his mouth. “I’m listening.”

Edd bit his lip and took a few reluctant steps toward the middle of the room. The sound of medium bristles scrubbing properly aligned teeth echoed off the tile floor of the bathroom. He cleared his throat loudly and adjusted his hat. Feeling a bit dispirited by Eddy’s seeming indifference, he struggled to maintain focus on the task at hand.

You’ve come this far, Eddward. Turning back is no longer an option. Besides, you’ll feel better once you’ve disencumbered yourself. Go forward!

“Hello? Earth to Double Dee?” The voice was now outside the bathroom. Eddy flicked the light off on his way out, slung a retro patterned hand towel used to dab his mouth over his shoulder and zipped to his vanity. There he refreshed his CK One.

The corners of Edd’s mouth tightened. Choosing the right words from the hundreds that bounced around his brain at any given second was more challenging than expected. The wrong one could lead to a critical misunderstanding, which might cause irreparable damage to their already at-risk relationship.

Eddy managed to pry his eyes from his reflection long enough to turn around and face Edd who looked to be fighting a losing internal battle. Nothing new there.

“Forgive me. You’ll understand if I’m a bit nervous.” He faked a chuckle. A second clearing of his throat expelled the first words that came to mind.

“I’m quite fond of you, Eddy.” Dilated pupils darted to the furthest corners of his bugged out eyes. The stocky body in his periphery didn’t move.

A bit lackluster, but a good start. Elaborate.  

“To put it more plainly, my indelible admiration for you has taken on a romantic hue… Hours of introspection, countless thought experiments and an economy-size box of facial tissue have all led me to this conclusion.”

His stiff neck ratcheted slightly to the right, followed by the rest of his body as he dared to close much of the space between them.

“I’ve grappled with the possibility that said feelings may be unrequited. And in the event that you do share my sentiment, less than two percent of adolescent affairs last beyond high school...”

Emboldened by adrenaline, he froze where he stood, now only a couple feet away and placed a heavy hand on Eddy’s broadened shoulder.

“That said, I’m truly hoping that for once, the odds are in my favor.”

Edd's gimlet eye and uncharacteristically forceful grip had Eddy weighing his options for an escape; if he was quick, he could slip out from Edd’s grasp and leg it back to Ed’s. No way he'd want to keep talking about this in front of Ed. Or, he could fake the sudden onset of some obscure disease- a surprisingly reliable option.

His eyes narrowed as he debated, fixed on the wisps of thin, dark hair resting against Edd’s cricked neck.

“Eddy?” The voice was so low it prompted Eddy to look around for the source.

“Why’s everyone think I’m gay, Double Dee?” There was a genuine curiosity to his question, though he dreaded every possible answer.

Edd withdrew his hand and used it to anxiously massage his bony chest. His lack of facial expression was typically an indication that he was on the verge of collapse. Eddy tried to be subtle in taking a small step back.

Now, look what you’ve done. Why would you touch him? And with unwashed hands, no less!

Feigning maturity was beyond tiresome. Edd wanted to throw himself on the ground, kicking and screaming until he got his way. He’d half a mind to inform Eddy exactly why everyone was so quick to make judgements regarding his sexuality. Figuring he’d already put enough strain on their friendship for one night, he instead played dumb. 

“Um… Far be it from me to dissect the complexities of your identity, Eddy. It seems, based on your reaction, that even my perception was skewed after years of friendship.” The adenoidal quality of his voice returned once his throat was cleared a third time. His hand instinctively pressed against his burning cheek, then tugged at the zipper of his quarter zip sweater.

Eddy’s short rearward steps continued until he collided noisily into his rickety dressing table. After confirming nothing had broken, he contested.

“So a guy bathes regularly and knows how to put together an outfit. That makes him a f-” Noting Edd’s disapproving squint, he quickly found another word. “...Fruit?” 

If the context weren’t so gut-wrenching, Edd would have laughed out loud at the boy’s callow reasoning. 

Oh, Eddy. My obstinately oblivious abettor. 

Behind the beads of perspiration on Eddy’s scrunched forehead a war raged on; a conflict between conscious and unconscious mind. To think, someone whose last name wasn’t Kanker was interested in him. And it was Double Dee of all people- the finicky genius, wise to the many skeletons in Eddy’s overloaded closet. The guy who even seemed to have the dames figured out wanted him. It was doing wonders for his recently shoddy self-worth. And he could’ve easily been carried away on that cloud had it not been for the anchor of doubt, despair, and disgust keeping him firmly on the ground. It was true, he knew Eddy like one of those tomes he read for fun. So if Edd thought he was bent… That meant he’d better keep growing out the goatee.

“Eddy, my personal interests aside, I feel I must reiterate: There is nothing nefarious about same sex attraction. It is entirely amoral, despite hegemonic messaging to the contrary.” He paused, remembering that morality wasn’t exactly topping Eddy’s list of priorities. He tried a different angle.

“Gay and bisexual men aren’t inherently less masculine than their heterosexual counterparts. Sexual orientation has no bearing on how someone may choose to express their gender identity.”

The blank look on Eddy’s face was proof enough that he remained unmoved by the attempted appeal to logic. He pinched the bridge of his nose and tapped his foot impatiently.

“Eddy, are you going to listen to me or your father, who can only be distinguished from archaic man by his ability to cajole elderly widows into the peeling leather interior of dubiously discounted daily drivers?”

The fist-clenching frustration that prompted his outburst dissipated quickly, replaced by pity when he met eyes with the confused young man before him.

Still at a loss, Eddy knew his friend was right. But as far as he was concerned, to admit that was tantamount to coming out.

“I’m sorry, Dee. It’s nothin’ personal, really. I just don’t swing that way."

#back on my bullshit with all this alliteration but its fun what can i say #some day i'll write a fic that doesn't end with a line of angsty dialogue but today ain't that day #as usual i'll probably reread and make changes but i gotta cut her loose for now #oh and in case it wasn't obvious this takes place like 2-ish yrs earlier than the main story #fic

[wheelsupin-azarathmetrionzinthos]

the character study of a lonely ghost named Windella

#play it by ear #pibe #pibe fanfic #heebie jeebies #back on my bullshit #the vibes are significantly more angsty #but I had a lot of fun with this #im a very vibes based writer

[galaxygolfergirl]

WIP WIP

'Cause you colour me clear

Now, what you, what you waitin' for?

Yeah, you colour me clear

Now what are you waitin' for?

(@frozenvanillaz credit for the reference pose)

#helsa #disney #artists on tumblr #illustration #fan art #wip #hans x elsa #back on my bullshit #I miss my angsty kids #and honestly I missed drawing my version of Hans #I know in fandom we tend to extrapolate and spin wild fanon and theories but this guy was fun to draw for me #if we ever do get a frozen 3 and Hans comes back I’ve always imagined him to be a jaded antihero #his ruthlessness and sardonic attitude would still be there but it would bely his bitterness and anger from the trauma of his past #that’s honestly too deep for this franchise targeted at little girls so anyways enjoy

[anxiouspotatorants]

I found a new thing in Gilmore Girls that would be so much better if Palladino and company had just had the guts to be more explicit about class on the show. And it’s Marty’s storyline.

So I’m one of those few people out there who really liked season 5! Marty, and even though I hate that he was written to crush on Rory I also think his confession scene and departure was well written (it was just ruined by season 7 hindsight). The thing is, I’m fully convinced that you could’ve had a big conflict between Rory and Marty that would cause a rift so big he wouldn’t come back for a full season without that conflict being Marty’s feelings for Rory. And you see what it could be in the same episode as Marty confesses. 

It’s the Life and Death Brigade.

So hear me out. In LDBs introductory episode we are not just introduced to the main trio (Logan, Finn and Colin) as womanizers and pranksters, but as people who pick on Marty because he has worked in their functions. Logan even explicitly states that he thinks he’s better than Marty, and it’s implied (if I’m remembering right) that he thinks so because he’s wealthier and has been in a position where he pays Marty. Then as we get to the confession episode, Marty gets dragged along to a dinner with the LDB gang where they frivolously spend money and then mock Marty for struggling to pay for things he didn’t even want to purchase. The LDB gang - Logan included - is shown multiple times to look down on Marty for his lack of wealth. Marty can’t socialize with these people because of that, but also because he literally cannot afford to spend time with them when all of their gatherings and events are money pits. But Rory’s dating one of them. To Marty, she’s actually dating the worst one. 

How do you think that would make Marty feel as her friend? 

He really doesn’t have to be into Rory or in love with her, his close friend dating one of his bullies is more than reason enough to cause a rift between Marty and Rory. And the thing is, this conflict could’ve been an impactful addition to Rory’s thematic storyline if the writers had just gone for it. Rory is financially and socially stuck between worlds. She will never fit into Logan’s world because of her upbringing, but she will always have more access to that world and resources than someone like Marty. And Rory “chosing” Logan’s world in season 5 before she hits rock bottom, and then returning to her roots (her mom, studying, Lane and Paris) and standing up for herself against Emily can be seen as a step in her journey of coming to terms with never being able to truly choose one world. And then Marty could’ve come back, not as a bitter former crush, but as a hurt friend who sees the change Rory is going through, and might help her along as she continues on this journey. 

We could’ve had a great storyline about the highs and lows of a friendship that’s affected by class, and instead we got a half baked nice guy plot.

#back on my Marty propaganda bullshit #I really think an angsty friendship storyline with class overtones would've been great here #it would've given Marty as a character more weight and made Rory's journey feel less adrift in the latter seasons #rory x marty #BUT PLATONIC #rory gilmore #marty gilmore girls #yale debbie downers #gilmore girls #the potato rants #gilmore girls discourse #gilmore girls meta #anti logan huntzberger #anti life and death brigade

[todayisafridaynight]

I’m fairly new to the fandom, but I do have a question if you can answer it! Why do people ship Daigo with Aoki / Masato? I tried looking to see if they’ve interacted before, but couldn’t find anything! Sorry for asking I’m just </3 dumb AND I LOVE YOUR ART OF THEM!!! Nerd looking ahhhhhh

hi ! welcome to the community i hope you're having a lovely time so far and ty for enjoyin my stuff :) no need for apologies it's a very fair question to have :]

i cant speak for everyone (all. ten people into masadai anyway) but Personally To Me i just think the idea of them together is very funny. thats quite literally it im afraid..

#snap chats #//twenty page google doc in the background// ignore that. it's mostly for comedic purposes #might also be my fault idk sorry about that. allegedly. idk ive had like three people tell me they started to ship them cause of me 🧍‍♂️ #@mementoasts is another person who's drawn masadai and whose stuff i love and am inspod by .. i love their disneyland fic sm ... #there was another artist on twitter who posted a neat drawing of them but i cant remember who they were and i didnt bookmark it //screams// #recently there's been ANOTHER masadai artist ive started following on twitter - @wifekiryu. his account's n/s/f/w fyi before you go looking #he has a tumblr too @foxdies. i say cause i realized as much recently vjeaKLGJALKGJ #oh but I GUESS ill get deeper into why. /i/ personally ship masadai or whatever #first off they're opposing factions yet their character alignments Do Not Match their roles. stereotypically anyway #aoki who leads the 'surface' of society and is meant to be an admirable figure and someone 'just' when really. he sucks LMAO #though that's not atypical of politicians but just from a stereotypical This Is A Respectable Individual perspective of his role #daigo on the other hand leads the 'underbelly' of society- yk comprised of dangerous criminals and outcasts and whatnot #yet as we know him daigo's compassionate and considerate of his men- he doesnt treat them like tools like aoki does #if put in a room with the two daigo would be most people's choice of person to hang out with. probably open a trapdoor on aoki tbh #and i think thats really cool and epic i always love that kinda Subverting Expectations thing #theres also the fact they both started off like. edgy/angsty in the franchise and then brush up down the line #masato does a stronger 180. publicly. obviously but its still really funny they both have to get their act together #if you wanna talk about in-text reasons. there really is none LMAO I TELLS YOU masadai is pure crack #but if i wanted to pull a muscle reaching then there's daigo being on aoki's side while everyone else is on arakawa's during the funeral #im lying of course. mitsu was behind him. rgg tryna make me forget mitsu exist .... put him back in y8 .... #and ofc ichi joins that side to even out the seating but moving on another Goofy Reason is arakawa being like #'the chairman and my son are like p much the same age Surely he knows how he thinks :)' #and then i just think daigo being all smarmy about outsmarting aoki is really goofy and im choosing to interpret that as personal #they both also have issues with their dad. s. dad/s/. anyway. #tbh the google doc tag was a joke but i really could sit here and list every dumb reason why i think theyre funny together #like i started going over the tag limit so uhhhh yeah needless to say i have a lot of. dumb reasons 💀💀💀💀 #one day ill use the main text for long rambles like this but todays not that day Point Is my imagination is rampant im afraid #so the short and sweet of it is I Think It's Funny. And They'd Be Terrible Together. Which Is Why It's Funny. #and the unfortunate part is anything i find funny i obsess over for a year so. //gestures to the mountain of bullshit thats my masadai tag/

[unlikely-gravestones]

Not me thinking about the fact that Stede probably doesn't even realise how much him leaving hurt Ed.

I mean think about it, the man just returned to his family after abandoning them for god knows how long, and what does he find in the wake of his absence? A perfectly functioning family who, for all intents and purposes, don't seem to miss him. His wife wants him gone, his kids hardly know him (in fact his son doesn't even know who he is), he's been struck from the family painting, and they've set up a cozy life without him.

Obviously him just abandoning them in the middle of the night was Not the Right Move, but...they coped. So why shouldn't Edward?

And yeah it hurts him- to think he matters so little that people can & do just keep going without him, as if he had never been there in the first place. It hurts that he doesn't impact people, that he affects them so little they can paint right over the smudge he made on the canvas of their life.

So of course Ed will be fine without him, while he figures out how to fake his death. Of course Ed will be fine without him, as he sets sail with nothing but a dinghy and the clothes on his back. His own family didn't even care- they picked up the pieces and built something new, built a life he no longer fits in. Edward would be fine without him because everyone is.

Imagine the absolute shock he'll get when the marooned crew tell him what happened while he was gone, imagine the absolute whirlwind of feelings he'll have upon actually seeing the consequences of his actions.

The guilt of leaving Edward, the wonder at how much Ed truly loves him- enough to be this distraught at his absence, the relief of knowing he had finally found someone who cared as much as he did, the anger at himself for wasting time going back to his old life when it clearly didn't need him (though later he will recognise it was necessary for him to go back so he could close that chapter of his life...and it's not like it was particularly a conscious choice considering the traumatic event that led up to it).

I just can't wait for Stede to get back and be like "Omg you DO love me!!!" As Eds throwing bottles and knives at him

#Oh season two you call to me at night #You sing me sweet lullabies and warm my bones like a hearth #This would be so angsty but also funny #I'm just imagining Stede running back and forth across the deck #Smiling and Ed throws shit at him #Keeps shouting about how Ed loves him and Ed's like no I don't 🥺😖 #Anyway back on my bullshit besties #our flag means death #ofmd #edward teach #stede bonnet #blackbonnet #blackbeard

[froggy-day]

“And if you ain’t Shirakumo anymore, then do us a favor—fade away and leave us the memories.”

Weeks after that day in the hospital, the universe presents Hizashi with a chance to preserve Oboro’s memory. It should come as no surprise, then, that Hizashi takes it. -

hey fellas is it gay to kill ur bff’s reanimated corpse and then have a breakdown about it 😳

(1.5k words)

#present mic #yamada hizashi #kurogiri #shirakumo oboro #cloudmic #bnha #adwritesstuff #im back on my angsty cloudmic bullshit <3

[pastel-cryptids]

“Votre cœur est à lui.”

(“Your soul is in his keeping.”)

"Oui, mon âme et mon corps sont à lui, et je me méprise pour ma folie.”

(“Yes, body and soul, I am his; and I hate myself for it.")

Gismonda, Victorien Sardou

#Phantom of the Opera #POTO #Christine Daae #Erik #The Phantom #E/C #le art #I AM ONCE AGAIN BACK ON MY BULLSHIT #This was originally based on a phantom 1989 quote but later in the piece I rrealized that it didn't really match the tone of what this becam #So yeah #Like #My adaptation of EC is much happier and such for various reasons #That I am too tired to put here #But sometimes you gotta draw that dramatic angsty relationship #Hand in unlovable hand babey!!! #Sobbing while running around in a wedding gown!!! #That's the shit baby!!!!!!

[kayfabebabe]

We need a fic with regal x male reader , like boyfriends

Which one of you brilliant people sent me this request? I’d like to give you a kiss (or a pat on the shoulder) because I’ve been trying to find any excuse to write Regal with a boyfriend for the longest time. The most sincere apologies to Anon for taking so long in answering - I hope you enjoy it! <3 

William Regal X Male Reader  WARNING - Fluff. Just cute stuff. Lizards (because it’s Regal) 

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Everything was slow in coming back into focus. The edges of your consciousness were still blurred from sleep. Even with your eyes closed, you were somewhat aware of the world surrounding you. From the sheets bunched at the foot of the bed to the warm Floridian breeze brushing over your bare back. You made no attempt to move or force yourself to wake any quicker. 

Vacations were designed to be slow and lazy. And, albeit relatively short, you were going to make the most of this vacation. Normally, you would drag your exhausted self out from underneath your boyfriend into the shower before shuffling off in search of coffee. It certainly wasn’t paradise, but the comfort of William’s arms around you made them bearable. 

Speaking of… 

You couldn’t help noticing the lack of William’s presence beside you in bed. No arms were cradling you to a broader chest and no light kisses were being peppered to the nape of your neck. With a low groan, you cracked open your eyes to confirm that the other side of the bed was empty. Where was he? Neither of you were enthusiastic people in the morning and you’d much rather bury yourselves beneath the covers than venture into the world before absolutely necessary. A glance towards the open balcony doors answered your question. 

From your vantage point on the bed, you could clearly see William - still dressed in his sleep clothes - crouching low to the ground. Everything clicked into place when, only a few feet from your boyfriend, a lizard appeared on the railing. It was a muddy green colour with a tail long enough to curl loosely around the wooden bannister for balance. As slowly as possible, William held up a single grape whilst keeping his face turned slightly and only watching the creature out of the corner of his eye. It approached the offered gift tentatively before snatching it and darting into the nearest tree.

Finally, you rolled out of bed and joined your boyfriend on the balcony. It was still too early for you to be fully-awake yet. Maybe you could tempt him back into bed for a little while. William settled himself in a deck chair before you made yourself comfortable in his lap; enjoying the fact that getting dressed wasn’t a high priority today and you were able to walk around in your boxers and nothing else.

“You’re looking rather rugged, Dear.” 

“It’s my vacation beard. No work means no shaving.” 

‘Beard’ was a slight overstatement for the day-old stubble that had already become annoyingly itchy. As if reading your mind, William lightly scratched the very corner of your jaw and you melted into the touch. One of your arms draped across his shoulders with a gentle hand carding through the hair on the back of William’s head. If there was such a thing as Heaven, you sincerely hoped that you’d find the comforting embrace of your old rogue there.

~ 

#Ask Answered #William Regal X Male Reader #They're boyfriends! #Fluff #Regal X Reader #Fanfiction #Writing #Just some cuteness #Damn it Regal #Prepare for more Regal and his boyfriend #The Human has plans for them #Some cute #Some Spicy #and Some Angsty #Fanfic #I'm back on my writing bullshit #Requests

[omnipresentlemon]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Batman (Movie 2022), Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Alfred Pennyworth Characters: Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Alfred Pennyworth is a Saint, Alfred Pennyworth is Bruce Wayne's Parent, Alfred is literally keeping this entire family from falling apart, Can you tell I'm obsessed with Matt Reeves' interpretation of Bruce and Alfred's relationship, because i am, Dick is having a rough time, but it'll get better Series: Part 3 of Building a Nest to Call Home Summary:

Bruce knows his irritation is being unfairly directed, but he has yet to master the talent of admitting when he’s being unreasonable. Especially when the person accusing him is a child who will only eat SpongeBob-shaped pasta.

Between Bruce’s 36-hour stakeout on the Penguin’s new drops lab that had yielded almost nothing and Dick’s growing sullenness in the past week, their dust-up was bound to happen.

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Or, where Dick is still a grieving child, Bruce is at the end of his rope, and Alfred reminds Bruce that it takes a village.

#battison #the batman #batfamily #bruce wayne #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #finally back on my Batman bullshit #a little more angsty this time

[iron-cutting-meteor-sword]

the more I watch of the modern Lupin series compared to the old ones it becomes clearer and clearer that the current team of writers and directors and artists just don’t get Goemon. His peak character design was those first few movies imo, where he looks intimidating and way too intense but also out of place and a little silly. Nowadays the that “Moemon” sort of shit has infected TMS and we have to see shit like how Goemon is portrayed in parts 4-6, where he’s massively taken down in any sort of intimidation and the bite to his dialogue is all but gone. At it’s worst it takes his lack of social skills and awkwardness and makes it naïveté and being overly gullible or inept. There are episodes in those parts that don’t do this to Goemon, but they’re not really what the average episode portrays. I just miss the sharp sassy, dangerously intense edge Goemon used to have.

#rewatched an episode of part 5 for some screenshots and. i even liked this episode when I first watched it #but it just doesn’t hit that characterization for Goemon correctly #this is another reason I think Mystery of Mamo had some peak Goemon #I even like Fuma Conspiracy as another facet to Goemon’s personality bc he’s not portrayed the same as he is in more recent versions #he’s not as edgeless #idk how to put this it’s been a long day #and part 2 where he’s been with the gang for a while and he’s got that deadpan sass and assholery to him #I want bitchy bastard Goemon back :( #goemon ishikawa xiii #half my damn tag for him now is me complaining 😭 #i say this as someone who LIKES these parts. i think part 4 has some awesome episodes and cool art design and I like Fujiko and Zeni in it #part 5 has some fun callbacks and some good moments for the gang and even features one of my favorite episodes. #part 6 is weak as hell at the beginning but towards the end gave me another favorite episode with Goemon as well as some wholesome gang #also does better at giving Goemon an edge again in his character design #the thing is that all of these have moments where they portray Goemon as the comic relief and not in the same way he was in parts 1-3 #listen I think he can be cute and gullible and all that but not as the staple to his portrayal!!!! it should be rare as hell!!!! #in the same vein they’ve taken all of Jigen’s silliness out the window and made him way more serious and angsty than he used to be #I always loved how Jigen looks like he’s going to be the most brooding motherfucker alive #and like. he can be but at his core he’s a goof like Lupin who loves committing crimes and using his gun and enjoying his vices #he’s a grouchy greasy man but he’s not the straight man to Lupin’s bullshit any more than the rest of the gang #the character portrayals just feel like they’re hinging on old tropes and done to death references of other parts #theyve got 70s years worth of character to work with and they still choose only one shallow facet to portray #even Lupin sometimes feels like the writers are trying to do a worse version of cagliostro or late part 2 #let’s not even start on poor Zenigata and the disrespect he got in part 6 #Fujiko fluctuates pretty heavily even in the old ones but I will say that they’ve kind of done something similar w her as Jigen #where she’s not as silly anymore #I think of all of them Fujikonis the one who’s gotten more decent development over the years #bc she doesn’t get as much uncomfortable misogyny directed her way #key words: as much

[xxxpuff]

and if i say that this is apocalyptic byler from mike's pov

#byler #back to my making every angsty song about repressed feelings and low self-worth about mike wheeler bullshit #byler.mp3

[paopubell]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kingdom Hearts (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roxas/Sora (Kingdom Hearts), Axel & Roxas & Xion (Kingdom Hearts) Characters: Sora (Kingdom Hearts), Roxas (Kingdom Hearts), Kairi (Kingdom Hearts), Riku (Kingdom Hearts), Xion (Kingdom Hearts), Axel (Kingdom Hearts) Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, One Shot, Kissing, Goodbyes, Angst, probably took about 3 hours to write, based on a request, the request was sexual but I'm ace so I didn't do sexual, the idea was a really good one though Summary:

When Sora fades Roxas finds a way to the Final World and gives him one last goodbye

#kingdom hearts #soroku #soroku makes me happy #even when it's angst #back on my angsty soroku bullshit #pretty short fic but I hope y'all like it #anna's flight of fantasy #a last goodbye