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thunderon · 8 months
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forever obsessed with the yellowjackets pilot ep… like you just know these girls are all doomed by the narrative
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zedif-y · 2 years
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If Impulse has a million fans, then I am one of them.
If Impulse has ten fans, then I am one of them.
If Impulse has only one fan then that is me.
If Impulse has no fans, then I am no longer on earth.
If the world is against Impulse, then I am against the world.
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harunefrog · 3 months
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I drew a thing!!! You know this one!!!
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enha-stars · 18 days
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body shaved legs open mouth open hair tied back teeth brushed eyebrows done no pants only night gown warm food clothes ironed house clean bed made kids at school windows dusted fridge organized pillows fluffed
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ridstler · 3 days
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BWAM!
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jackshiccup · 2 months
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seokoilua · 2 months
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bojan is amazing. fantastic. brilliant. gorgeous. talented. skillful. cool. kind. funny. smart. pretty.
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skiespaintedblue · 10 months
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If ur romantic f/o has any siblings, they're ur in law(s) now!!! How do you feel about them? How do they feel about you? What does your f/o think about you guys? Do you hate eachother, or are you friends?
#selfship#selfship community#self shipping#fictional other#selfship imagines#sort of#idk what tags to use aaaa#hope people see this post tho#i really wanna get more integrated into the selfship community cause i just like. reblog stuff#i wanna b friends with people!! if anyone is looking for selfship mutuals hmu#its probably cause i dont make much actual content. i should draw more stuff#but anyway about the actual topic of the post dgfjgkd#this came up for me cause i was thinking about leo and was like hey if hes markus's brother doesnt that make him my brother in law#and i was like :0#fuck yeah we'd vibe so well together fr!!#im convinced we'd be besties even if i wasnt in love with his brother#we both got that tboy swag ykwim#platonic t4t? is that a thing? idk#but yeah we'd get along great. markus would be happy about it too until we started doing some stupid shit then he'll regret everything#i also have brother in laws on connors end w nines and sixty#honestly. i think realistically id be scared of sixty#he'd torment me i know he would#if i yawned around him he'd stick his finger down my throat#fucking spawn of satan#nines would be very different#i think it might be a bit awkward at first bc. youre sticking two bitches with social anxiety in a room together#one of which barely speaks#but i think eventually we'd get along just fine :D#id prolly enjoy going shopping with them. nines just feels like a good person to shop with#maybe ill make a post for parental in laws too cause i havent thought about hank and carl as much
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ultimateocpoll · 10 months
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Ultimate OC Poll!!
Hi Hello!!! I am doing this on a whim because there are so many cool OCs on here and yknow what?
they deserve to get seen
anyways my "main" account is @astral-runic in case yall wanna ask me things not 100% related to this<3
So first, Here's some basic rules! -preferably not any big and wellknown OCs, give smaller creators time to shine! -steal anything and I'll steal your kneecaps<3 -a few OCs are already gonna be automatically entered! Specifically ones from my friends because this is my tournament and I get to choose the blorbos<33 I'll edit this when I figure out those automatically entered but for now we got Salvatore and Eden from @multi-lefaiye !! definitely gonna add one from the beloved @soymilk-guy as well so go check them out<3 -just no bigotry, i'll flame ya ass if you try it pls and ty<3
okay anyways here's the form! Reminder this is my first tournament so we learnin here lmfao things might change a bit as we go along but its fineeee<3
Also yes fandom OCs are also accepted!
and some other tournaments under the cut that inspired me to make my own<3
@who-do-i-know-this-man @transgenderswagcompetition @nichebands (<- i know that one just started w submissions but it gave me the courage to start this so shhh)
and uhhh
i forgot the rest uhoh but yeah!!! tournament time!!!
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herschelkrustofsky · 2 months
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HEY, HEY LGBT+ SIMPSONS FANS!! your local clown has created an INCLUSIVE, 18+ DISCORD SERVER to give us a safe space where we can discuss the characters and show, joke around, share fanart and fanfiction, and more!
🍩 server highlights include:
the ability to connect with other gay, lesbian, bi & trans fans of simpsons, including artists, writers, and casual fans; being able to share your creations without relying on likes, reblogs, or any sort of algorithm.
sharing ideas and headcanons & potentially collaborating with each other if the inspiration strikes!
movie nights, voice calls, & game nights!
a casual / friendly vibe in general; anyone can pop in and out of the chat as they please. there’s no such thing as too much or little talking, so long as we all respect each other!
🍩 as far as ground rules go...
the server is for ADULTS ONLY as a precaution, as i have seen too many things go wrong in all-ages servers and do not want to take any chances. this is not equivalent to sharing excessive amounts of nsfw, nor for people to be weird or overstep others’ boundaries.
no gross stuff, meaning fetishized/romanticized incest, rape, pedophilia, etc. proshippers will not be welcome here, ever. racist, ableist, homophobic, transphobic, or otherwise bigoted behaviour will also result in a permanent ban.
i feel the need to emphasize that this is not a server geared towards cishet people. this is not something that is going to change any time soon.
due to past experiences within fandom, i am cautious about who i allow into my curated spaces. please do not take this personally. it has nothing to do with you & everything to do with wanting to ensure that everyone is kept safe & my own personal boundaries.
be nice to everyone in the server. don’t demean people or talk over them. please read additional rules carefully upon entering. that’s about it!
    LIKE OR REBLOG IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN JOINING & I WILL (POTENTIALLY) SEND AN INVITE YOUR WAY!!! 💛💛💛
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sherifftillman · 1 year
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BRETT GOLDSTEIN as CASPER 'Last Place Hero' from Uncle (2014-2017) 2.03
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thegreatyin · 4 months
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Good news, lads.
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This is officially a thing now! My god!
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You can contact me at @unknownwriteroffiction.gmail.com, or just DM me either on this site or through the same username on Discord! Prices are cumulative, and I will always provide full refunds if necessary. Feel free to also contact me if you need anything regarding pricing cleared up.
🔫 now go take meds if you need them and that's a threat.
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bardicfrustration · 2 years
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Your Ink Is Mine
Summary: Eddie asks you to design his next tattoo.
Word Count: ~2k (1.9 but lemme have it yeah?)
He’s watching you again.
You can tell because the pencil scratches of him writing campaign notes have stopped longer than it usually takes him to think of his next step. 
You’re both in your room, just working on your own thing in the soft ambiance of whatever vinyl Eddie deemed worthy. 
You had set up some of your books and knick knacks as an impromptu still life. He said he wanted to flesh out the next few battles the club would be fighting. 
But at some point a while ago he stopped writing and you can feel his gaze burning into the back of your neck.
It’s fine. It’s not awkward at all for your best friend who you also have a secret crush on to watch you draw. The pressure is not at all suddenly overwhelming and you don’t smudge your line the wrong way and curse just a little too loud. 
Except you do, and Eddie asks so sweetly, “What’s wrong?” 
“Nothing.” You sigh. “Drawing with ink is just a pain.” You try to blot out the ink with a paper towel you have for this reason, but it’s too late. It’s already ruined. You sigh and put your pen down.
You turn in your chair to look back at him. He’s sitting on the floor with his back against the end of your bed, papers and books spread around him in a messy semi circle. You admire how hard he works on the campaign. Just so that the club has fun.
“I wanted to ask you something, actually.” He says, picking at the rug under him.
He’s acting weirdly nervous. You almost get your hopes up. Maybe today will be the day he bursts out with his sudden declaration of love for you, so you don’t have to. You nod, cautiously pushing down the butterflies trying to flutter in your chest. 
“I, uh. Would you-” He clears his throat. “Could I commission you?” 
You’re taken slightly aback. “For what?” 
“A tattoo?”
A tattoo.
You’ve never drawn a tattoo. It wouldn’t be much different than the ink drawings you were just working on. Just a drawing in ink.
Just something permanent. On his body. Forever. 
You want to melt and laugh and cry. 
You can’t really look him in those dark chocolate eyes, so you stare at his hands. “Uh. Of what?” 
“Huh?” Eddie looks up.
“Like, what am I drawing?”
He holds up a finger while flipping through the composition notebook he keeps all his important notes in (one time you called it his journal and he got all defensive) before landing on a page. You recognize the page. 
“Something like this, if you can?” He stands up and holds out the pages to you, even though you remember the doodles like you drew them yesterday. 
Well, no. Not like that. You can’t remember what you drew yesterday unless you go back into your sketchbook. But you can remember these doodles like they were etched behind your eyelids. 
The two of you were sitting and passing notes in his journal (sorry, notebook) while whichever teacher you had was droning on. Eventually the notes turned into doodles you made of each other. Yours was a little cartoon of Eddie with bat wings and razor teeth. His was of you with an angel’s halo and a feathered wings. 
Of course, right now, Eddie wasn’t pointing to your old bat drawing. He was pointing to his drawing. Of you.
“Me?” You had to clarify that your eyes were seeing right.
“Yeah.” He scratches the back of his neck and flicks his eyes around the room. Looking for something, maybe his marbles, you don’t know. “I just- I really liked yours. I think it’s cute. I wanted to do you justice before I make it permanent, you know?” 
You. He wanted to do you justice. Sometimes this guy drove you crazy. 
And sometimes you think he’s just too good to be true. 
You take a deep breath and nod as you reach out for the notebook. 
“You’ll do it?” He asks as if you aren’t already opening your sketchbook to sketch out ideas. 
“Yeah. Of course. Give me a few days?”
He nods eagerly. You copy down as much detail from the notebook drawing as you can before giving it back to him. The sun was setting and the room was bathed in blue shadows and orange highlights.
Both of you take a much needed break to eat dinner. You order a pizza and eat it off the counter while trying to out burp each other with sips of soda. No matter how much Eddie could rattle your brain with his pretty hands and prettier eyes, he was your best friend first.
When you show up to his trailer a few days later with his finished commission you feel like your soul is going to slither out of your skin.
He’s not going to like it.
You know that if he doesn’t like it he will tell you. He won’t lie. He certainly won’t spend the money to get a bad tattoo. He’s told you horror stories about some of the worst he’s seen.
He’s going to laugh at you and tell you it was all a joke and you fell for-
He opens the door looking like he just woke up, still in a pair of sleep pants and a cropped band shirt. He looks so comfy and enticing. Almost like your bed after a long day you just want to snuggle into him and never let go. 
He lets out a huge yawn and rubs at his eyes, “You’re here early for movie night.”
You open your mouth but nothing can come out. You hand him the paper, slightly bent on the edge where you put it in your sketchbook, but otherwise pristine. 
He takes it gingerly as if he’s reading from God’s own bible. 
“Do…do you like it?”
He looks up with wide eyes, shocked you could even ask, “I love it. It’s perfect.” 
He insists on bringing you along to get the tattoo.
“You could get one too.” He nudges you while you wander around the parlor and he’s sitting in the chair. 
“No, I'm a huge baby about needles.” You smile awkwardly.
“What? You were so brave in Bio when we had to dissect that frog!” 
“That was a dead frog, Eddie. Not a needle punching into my living skin.” You gesture the motion of the needle.
“See, that just makes it even more metal, sweetheart.” He’s smiling like an idiot and you wish you were worthy of it.
The tattoo is small, only a few inches tall on the side of his arm. You wince when he winces at the pain, but he tells you, “It’s just like a cat scratch,” as you hop back in his van and head home. 
You don’t tell him when you snatch the number for the tattoo parlor.
A week later and his tat mostly healed. The lines are crisp and he’s been habitually rubbing lotion and sunscreen on it. You know from experience he took care of his tattoos but it still felt… intimate knowing that was your art on his skin.
He shows it off to his club and proudly tells them how you designed it just for him. You tell him to knock it off while blushing.
He grins and wears short sleeves as often as he can. He says, “It’s a crime for the world to be forbidden a peek at real art.” You push him off the bed for that one.
Another week goes by. You have been giving extremely lame excuses for the week as to why you keep wearing sweaters at his trailer even though it’s been boiling hot.
When he offers per usual to use his trailer to watch a shitty movie and make popcorn on the weekend, you ask if you can watch it at your house instead. He agrees easily. You lead him up to your room under the guise of grabbing blankets and pillows for the couch.
“Hey, I got a surprise.” You tell him as soon as he walks through your bedroom door.
His eyes light up. “Is it a puppy? Is it dice? Is it a first edition copy of The Two Towers? Is it-” He’s inching closer to you with glee.
You interrupt him with a hush while you shed your jacket. He watches patiently. 
Instead of facing him head on, you line up yourself up next to him so your arm is touching his where his new tattoo rests. So that your matching tattoos are standing next to each other, just like the two of you are. 
He looks down confused until he sees your previously unmarked skin, now inked just like his. 
He looks up at you with glassy eyes. “You-?”
“I went back about a week ago. It was just a cat scratch, like you said.” You look down, embarrassed to keep looking him in the eye. He’s looking at you like you just told him what Christmas was for the first time.
You watch his feet step in front of yours. He uses a gentle touch to your chin to pick your head up. He looks so serious you’re almost afraid.
“You are.... the
best
person. I have ever known.” He looks down at your lips, leaning down but stopping a hair’s breadth away, giving you the choice. 
You take it.
You push your lips against his and hope all the love you’ve been holding inside gushes in. 
He breathes in while leaning into the kiss and letting his hand move to softly cup your jaw. His lips are plush and slightly chapped and perfect. He tilts his head just enough to kiss you deeper and your head wants to be anxious about if you’re kissing him well but it just feels too good to care. Your brain is turning into a puddle as his palm moves to hold the side of your face and his fingers graze your hairline.
Your hands raise cautiously but he quickly places one with his free hand onto his side. You’re pulling him impossibly closer by his vest while reaching up to his neck to dig your fingers in his hair.
He groans and you pull and he groans harder.
It should be impossible how soft his hair is when you know he uses a 3 in 1 shampoo. You still relish in his hair fitting between your fingers as you grasp and pull. He moans into your mouth and you can feel the vibrations in your teeth.
He pulls you in by the neck and you would let him carry your head away into the sunset to do whatever he pleased if you got to stay in this headspace forever.
Unfortunately you have to pull away to breathe. You’re panting against his lips and his eyes find yours glossy and searching. He smiles that breathtaking smile and you can’t help but smile back.
“Can I take you on a real date?” He whispers in fear of breaking the air around you.
“Yes please.” You pull him in for another kiss and forget about whatever movie you were planning to watch.
At the next club meeting, you show off your new tattoo. Some groan, some clap, but most importantly is Eddie, who makes sure to line up your tattoos together. Standing together just as you always have. Just as you always will.
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there's so many del conversations i really fucking love and wanted to put my own spin on before we get an officially cast delirium, so starting off with this fun one from kindly ones!
(i have also started a del themed tiktok bc i have a lot more audio/video stuff in the works, so if you're interested you can find this video cross-posted here)
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mossytrashcan · 4 months
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sorry for the spam today lol, hoping to have this little ref sheet done by tomorrow so I can work on other designs for bigger pieces
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yeetlegay · 2 months
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Come inside. Shadow across the bed. YUYYEETTTLLLEEEEEEE... I'm dying. I'm dying friend. This kiss is gonna blow off the rooftops when it comes right?? Yeetle my dear. FL&H. Please may the Writing Gods gift you with love and inspiration and I don't know what else.
I'm over here pulling my hair out on my knees begging for the next chapter. Or a snippet. Even a snippet? It's the holidays. A gift. Please? I'm dying. I'm dying. My darlings.
I put off answering this for ages bc I couldn’t find anything non-spoilery enough for a snippet but FINALLY I can share a smol crumb, like a miniature crumb 😭
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Happy belated holidays and a toast to my self-imposed February 29 posting deadline (for the wedding day a/n lolz) 🥂😘
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