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choccymilllk · 1 year

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i have exams tomorrow but i the s e X is out and this is the last ever dream essseempee stream 💥💥💥✌️✌️

so for the last time i will grind out silly art for this server💪💪💪👍👍💥💥💥💥

#art !!#mcyt fanart !!#dream smp #dsmp #tubbo underscore #tommyinnit #LAST EVER DSMP STREAM BABEY #its insane how much time has passed #well i have two more silly doodles to grind out ill talk ab my feelings later #GRIND WAITS DOR NO ONE💪💪💪 MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE👍👍👍

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starfish-spencer · 1 month

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Jules and Lassie's friendship has me feeling soft y'all. Shawn and Gus have their own traditions and inside jokes and I bet that Jules and Lassie start to develop the same things. They go out to eat together and have movie nights at each other's places every week. Jules lets Lassie infodump about US history and guns as long as he wants and Lassie (begrudgingly) lets Jules paint his nails. They chat about all the latest gossip in the SBPD and gush over their crushes together. They tell each other (almost) all their secrets. Lassie stays with Jules 24/7 after the clock tower and comforts her when she and Shawn temporarily break up. Jules is one of the only people to see Lassie truly break down and cry and she holds him for as long as he needs and tells him that they're going to be okay. They have their own jokes that nobody else gets that they whisper to each other and giggle at. They laugh until neither of them can breathe. They hug each other every morning when they arrive at the station and when they leave, and casually hold hands. They started out as just coworkers but by the last few seasons they are basically platonic soulmates, parallel to Shawn and Gus. And I love that. I love them.

#im chill with pretty much all psych ships but the FRIENDSHIPS #PLATONIC PARTNERSHIPS #thats where its at babey #i wish the show dedicated more time to jules and lassies bond #shawn and gus' relationship was so wonderfully explored and i feel like the two didnt get the same treatment #i love them sm #*vibrating* im so normal about them really #normal is code for autistic here #they occupy my brain 24/7 #carlton lassiter #juliet o'hara #shawn spencer #burton guster #psych #psych usa

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forggywrites · 10 months

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Hobie x gn reader having a depressive episode

(I may or may not be having a depressive episode so I just wanna do something to get my mind off of it)

Also it’s hard to write when I’m like this so it’s short.

Requests are open!

When he got home from the usual spider stuff and walked into the living room he knew something was up when your normal greeting wasn’t as energetic as usual.

When he saw you sprawled out on the couch with a tired look on your face he knew something was definitely wrong.

“Hey luv, what’s goin on? You upset or is it just one a those days?”

All you did was shrug.

“Is it anotha episode?”

You nodded with a small noise of confirmation.

First off he’ll make sure to feed you, he’ll make or get whatever you ask for. If you have a hard time deciding on what to eat he’ll grab a small snack and some water and then help you decide.

After you’re fed, he’ll help you clean up. If you don’t have the motivation to shower he’ll help you. Either he’ll motivate you to bathe or bathe you himself.

After you’re fed and cleaned he’ll take you on a walk or drive, just to make sure you can get some fresh air and sunlight.

If you wanna do something he’ll take you to a store, buy steal you a stuffie or other comfort item along with snacks.

After a nice outing he’ll take you home, get you comfortable in bed, and hang out with you until you fall asleep or feel better.

He sits your head in his lap, if you’ve got hair to style he’ll style it, if not he’ll just rub your scalp and hold your hand.

As you lie there he turns on one of your favorite shows, mumbling sweet words to you.

“You’re so sweet luv, I’m glad I can be here for you”

He will always be there for you, no matter what.

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caelanglang · 1 year

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Chuuya,

Somewhere, the setting sun quietly bleeds over Yokohama, and I am there to see it with you.

That is not here.

Had the honor to work with @mossmatch for Soukoku Big Bang 2022!! ✨

We poured a lot of brainstorming and hard work on this 💖 Hope you’ll enjoy it~

Here’s the ao3 link 🤲🖤

Full cover art :3✨

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #nakahara chuuya #dazai osamu #soukoku #double black #skk big bang 2022 #collab with missy #angst #bsd fanart #bsd fanfic #beast au #beast spoilers #bsd beast #ITS ANGST TIME BABEY #my art

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sarioh · 2 years

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i think what i love most about this series so far is just how clear it is theyre all having so much fun. for once, the emphasis isn’t on division and isolation, it’s on unity and companionship. putting other people’s lives before your own. they’re just focusing on bonding and having the best time they can and its SO APPARENT in the episodes

#ITS ALL ABOUT LOVE BABEY #double life smp #dl #THIS IS SOOO SAPPY BUT OUGH.. im so happy #ethos entire episode hes just laughing and screaming and having a good time #its harder to survive. theyve died already. but i dont feel it #it feels safer and warmer #idkvjdasgdjsga #rio posts

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 2 months

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well. i can't find my original fic rec list so here's a new (updated) one!

Daily Routines by The Garden of Unusual Delights (Shadowland) A number of people who feel depressed turn to comedy. Routines can also help. / As can having someone to care for. 4k words / oneshot / complete - TOP fucking tier. this rewired my neurons, shifted my view of Barnaby & his relationship with Wally, and also made me Deeply emotional

How to Greet New Neighbours by The Garden of Unusual Delights (Shadowland) He doesn't know what's happening, but he knows it isn't good. 8k words / oneshot / complete - STELLAR. an intriguing and engaging (and heartbreaking!) take on how Wally wound up sending material to the whrp

A Matter of Care by The Garden of Unusual Delights (Shadowland) When Julie is too sad to take proper care of her hair, Frank is happy to help out. 2.5k words / oneshot / complete - this person always gets characterizations Just Right, don't they? this a very sweet and tender moment between the besties <3

What to call it? What to call it? by Anonymous Wally tries to figure out what is different about the Neighborhood. But maybe there is no difference at all. 2.2k words / oneshot / complete - a fascinating exploration / behind the scenes interpretation of the secret 14 audios. the end always has me in my feels <3

Strings Of Fate by A_Cypress_Coffin Frank Frankly lived life by simply trudging along most days, but all of that changes when a new neighbor, quite literally, crashes into him. 27k / multichap / ongoing - a very fun interpretation of Franklydear and how the puppets perceive / experience / handle the true nature of their reality. i Cannot recommend it enough!

To Read a Clock by TurnedWorm Frank and Eddie try to teach Wally to read a clock. They get a bit more than they bargained for. 2.7k words / oneshot / complete - sweet and also Haunting! a stellar combination, and an interesting take on Wally's perspective. ngl it gave me chills!

my chest is bursting with abnormality by springtrap_wiki Wally realizes that something about him isn't as it should be. 1k words / oneshot / complete - a little peek into Wally realizing that he's different than his others neighbors. I like how this is handled - it hits home if im being honest!

Goin’ Out of My Head by 5_24 Picking someone up from the bus station seems like an easy task. But when adding Eddie Dear to that equation and the passenger just happens to be Frank Frankly, the results may vary... 5.4k / multichap / complete - genuinely funny, cute, and entertaining. the perfect read for a laugh!

Inside Jokes by The_PastelVoid In which the puppets are waiting for Sally and discover that Wally apparently has a contagious laugh when Barnaby tells what is called an "inside joke". 2k / oneshot / complete - pure fluff and laughs <3

Goodnight, Wally! by PastelDemon ... But what would happen if, one day, without any warning, Wally suddenly could sleep just like everyone else? 19.5k / oneshot / complete - very sweet with a sprinkling of angst, and an entertaining take on what a new-to-sleep Wally might be like

Welcome Home: Fantasy AU by ImaginatorOfThings What would happen if we took our lovable cast of puppets, and put them into a Fantasy alternate universe? 28k / series / complete - a VERY fun fantasy au with a fascinating twist. it made me tear up, it made me feel some dread, it made me smile! what more could we ask for <3

#be kind to the ones that are a touch ooc a lot was written Before the big updates #but i wouldnt rec something thats distractingly ooc. bc i wouldnt read it <3 #ive read most fics in the tag but these are the bookmark-worthy ones i found (imo ofc)#god but the first three by the same author. THIS GUY GETS IT.#the way they write barnaby & wally (separately And together) is just. hnggggggg its so good....#there's not a lot here but i promise its all a fun time <3 #tho maybe. dont read the second one if youre already having a bad day lmfao #when i said heartbreaking i Meant it. i got a little choked up. that shit HURTED <3 #welcome home puppet show #welcome home #every day i rattle the tag and Almost every day nothing new / nothing i wanna read falls out #Which Is Fine. i miss reading fic but Man I'll Take What I Can Get.#and when the fics are good? oh BABEY theyre good....

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monsoon-of-art · 4 months

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That is not my Primarina??? Whose is this?? Mine is blonde

#mons plays pokemon #its league time babey

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tickle-bugs · 1 year

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if you have any interest in writing for tangled, i'm jonesing for some lee flynn. maybe something along the lines of "flynn rider doesn't giggle/snort, but eugene fitzherbert does?" (you can use the quote or just the idea, or ignore this entirely! it's a free country)

@ssnicker-doodless pspspsps <3 I had so much fun writing this thank you for this cute-ass prompt!!!!

Sunbeams and Revelations

Literally insert this directly after Rapunzel heals Eugene for the first time. In my head this is like if they spent an extra day or two camping and bonding before Mother Gothel and the Stabbington bros find them.

Flynn is in trouble.

He’d given Rapunzel an inch by telling her his real name and she’d taken the mile--she’d cozied up to him with an apparently deep-seated need to…be nice to him. More than nice, actually. She begs him to tell tales of his escapades and his past, and she doesn’t seem disappointed that it’s Eugene doing these things. Not Flynn. He’s spent so long trying to bury Eugene Fitzherbert that he doesn’t know what to do with him, himself, around her.

He is, naturally, taking this out on the apple tree that’s been watching over them for the past day or so. It’s a gorgeous old tree, marred with arrow holes and left-over pieces of parchment from long-lost wanted posters. A plethora of slow-rotting apples grace its roots, decaying into their place in the cycle. He’s bullied this tree for firewood, used it to throw darts at his old wanted poster--he’s even used it to practice asking Rapunzel if she wants to maybe stick around after seeing the lanterns together. Tree-punzel is very receptive to the idea of traveling the world together. It doesn’t do much for his confidence with the real Rapunzel.

Flynn runs, leaps, and grabs onto one of the tree branches. He hooks his forearm over it, then his leg and pulls himself up. It sparks a rush in him, the unyielding childish glee at being up high that makes him still want to run across castle rooftops and scale smooth-faced towers.

“Eugene? Whatcha doin’?” Rapunzel looks up from her brushing.

“Just--hng--trying to score us some food for the road.” Flynn shakes the branch with every atom of his being. Apples thud to the ground all around him, bright and shiny.

“That’s a neat trick.”

“There was an apple tree outside the orphanage. I used to shake us down some food when they’d forget to feed us.” Flynn swings to stand on the bough he’s hanging from. It creaks under his weight. He jumps on it a bit, scoring a few more apples, but one gorgeous, shiny straggler taunts him from the very edge of the branch.

He jumps again, harder this time, and his foot gives out from under him. He and Rapunzel scream at the same time--and regrettably, the same pitch. His foot catches on the branch at the last minute. He tries to swing and get free, but he’s wedged in.

“Are you okay?” Rapunzel’s concerned upside-down face appears before him. He slides a little further off the branch and she grabs him by the waist to catch him. He yelps and flails, which makes him slip more. Her fingers press in as she tries to support his weight. He giggles and a snort stumbles out after.

“Y-Yes! I’m fine!” Flynn manages to flip off the branch and fall into an embarrassing heap. He wants to snark at her for not caring about his safety now that he’s fallen, but she’s got a terrifying amount of mischief in her eyes.

“Did you just giggle? Are you ticklish?” She gasps happily.

“I’m not…It didn’t…Punzie--” He backs away from her, hands raised in surrender.

“Punzie? Oh, it must be really bad.” She laughs in delight. Her brilliant smile distracts him long enough for her to try and tickle him again.

“Rapunzel--” He corrects, snatching her evil hands-- “Flynn Rider doesn’t giggle, okay? Drop it.”

“Oh, okay. I see. My mistake. Obviously the great Flynn Rider would never.” She gives a dramatic, sweeping bow. He sniffs in offense and turns on his heel.

“Yes, exactly. You get it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m trying to make sure we don’t starve.” He takes a loop of her hair and ties it tightly around his waist. He snatches up their basket--woefully empty--and, after petulantly picking up the apples that he’d knocked down, scurries up the trunk of the tree.

“You’re running away!” She calls after him. He sticks his tongue out at her and keeps climbing. He gets to the higher branches and starts plucking apples. He takes the best ones he can find and works his way down.

In a knothole of the tree, a squirrel peeks curiously at him. He outstretches his hand so it can sniff it. It puts its tiny little paws on his finger and gazes up at him sweetly. Flynn grins--about time he had an animal companion that actually likes him.

“Hey, little fella--”

The accursed creature dives into his doublet.

Flynn screams again, a flurry of wild giggles bursting out of him as he tries to grab the furry lump zipping around his shirt. He tries to unhook the clasps of his doublet but he loses his balance, toppling over the branch. The squirrel scampers away from the scene of the crime without a care in the world, leaving Flynn once again dangling face-to-face with a very smug Rapunzel.

“Firstly, ow. Secondly, that was a giggle.” She puts her hands on her hips. He scoffs at her, but it doesn’t carry much weight--he’s spinning around like a lame piñata. He quickly frees himself from her hair and helps her pull it down off the branch.

“No, that was a…manly…chortle.” He winces, then barrels on before Rapunzel can drown him out. “What will it take for you to drop this? Name your price.”

“Anything?” She bounces on her toes.

“Anything.”

“Let me hear your laugh. Your real one. Not that weird, practiced one you do--” She pinches his arm. He scoffs.

“I don’t practice--” She clamps a hand over his mouth. He rolls his eyes and submits.

“I want to hear what Eugene sounds like. Not Flynn. I promise I’ll leave you alone after.” She pulls her hand away and gestures for him to speak. He straightens out his doublet, his hair, and regards her for a moment.

“You drive a hard bargain, Blondie.” Flynn huffs. He wants to whine about his reputation, but Rapunzel looks at him so earnestly, like this is something that matters, and he simply sighs instead.

“Fine. But only for a minute--” He tries to be stern, but she leaps into his arms for a hug and he immediately loses his edge.

“It’s not--you don’t have to make it a thing,” he mumbles, carding his hand through her hair. He catches himself and pulls away. She gives him a fond squeeze.

“Of course it’s a thing. You’re letting me do this.” Rapunzel beams.

“Only for, like, a few seconds. Don’t get ahead of yourself.” Flynn flaps a dismissive hand to distract from his rapidly-flushing face.

“Ah-ah, I was promised a full minute.” She poises her hands like claws, ready to strike. “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” He swallows thickly, eyes trained on her hands.

With a triumphant cry, Rapunzel launches herself at him. She scrambles up onto his back and locks her legs around him like a creature. In any other scenario, he’d barely even notice the weight on his back, but she’s poking him truly anywhere she can reach. Flynn wants to tease her for the poke he receives to the back of his head, but then the pokes gravitate towards his torso and he chokes on his words.

He tries to strike a balance between fending Rapunzel off and making sure she doesn’t fall, but she’s clinging to him with no issue and he’s very much struggling.

Flynn’s valiant in his effort to resist her, noble and unmoving—that is, until she finally gets her hands past his defenses and latches onto his stomach. He yelps and doubles over, shaking with snickers. She slips her hands under his doublet and coaxes sustained, embarrassingly bubbly giggles from him. It’s a sound foreign to his own ear.

His last memory of this is childhood, when the younger boys would dogpile him and try to bully him into one more story before bed. Even then, it’s a distant thing. Nothing like the vibrant pops of color and sparks currently driving him just a little insane.

“I could’ve just done this when you broke into my tower,” Rapunzel muses, nestling her fingers into his sides. Flynn shrieks his way into full laughter. He tries to muffle himself, but she just tickles his ears until he slaps his hands over them instead.

“I p-preferred the frying pan!” He squeaks, gasping in a deep, giggly breath. He feels Rapunzel roll her eyes. She worms her hands under his arms and his whole glorious life flashes before his eyes. He makes a desperate noise, some ugly combination of a cackle and a snort, and resigns to hide his face and die. Rapunzel giggles at him, all sweet and genuine, and he just retreats further into his demise.

His knees buckle and before he knows it, he’s on his back in the grass and Rapunzel’s kneeling next to him. The last bits of his laughter fade on the breeze.

She tucks a daisy behind his ear. He allows it.

“Promise me something, Eugene?” She smooths her hands over his chest. He reaches up to hold one of her hands.

“Anything.”

“Promise me you’ll smile more?” She looks at him so sincerely that it hurts.

“I’ll think about it.” He shrugs. She scowls at him and pokes relentlessly at his stomach.

“O-Okay! I will, I promise!” He laughs and grabs her hands. She gives his a squeeze.

He notices just how green her eyes are, as if the vibrant meadow bestowed its perfect hue upon her for safekeeping. She smiles like dawn breaking over the mountains. Without thinking, he tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. His finger trails briefly against her rosy cheek.

Get it together, Fitzherbert.

“It’s getting dark. I should—firewood.” Flynn clears his throat and stands. He helps her up.

“Right. Of course. I’ll stay here and…apples.” She nods very seriously. An awkward, fond silence fills the space between the trees. The two of them stare at each other a little longer.

“Eugene?” Rapunzel blinks at him. Atop her head, Pascal gestures fervently at him to kiss her.

“Going.” Flynn stumbles off towards the deeper woods, ignoring Pascal’s angry little squeaks. As soon as he’s out of potential view, he slumps against a tree and runs a hand over his face.

Flynn Rider completely evacuates his post at the brain controls. Eugene wants him to stay—he could really use a suave one-liner or a good smolder right about now—but in truth, Flynn has no use here. Nothing is permanent for him. He runs from security, both literally and metaphorically. He’s got the same two moves, neither of which have ever worked on anyone important.

Eugene Fitzherbert is the softie hyperventilating against a tree. He’s the one that’s considering actually staying in Corona for a day or so, just to take Rapunzel around the place. He’s the one that wants to spend the rest of his life laughing with her. He knows it with a certainty he’s never experienced. If he could pluck the sun from the sky for her, he would. He’d risk burning just to try.

And it is Eugene, in all his giddy anxiety, that fails to see the witch lurking in the trees.

#my fics #bug’s greatest hits #TANGLED MOVIE OF ALL TIME BABEY #MOVIE!!! OF!!! ALL!!!! TIME!!!!!#this fic literally wrote itself ok my brain said ctrl + p #ticklish!flynn #ticklish!eugene #flynn rider #eugene fitzherbert #rapunzel #tangled #disney #screaming crying throwing up i love them so fucking much.#its been thirteen years since tangled came out can you believe it #thirteen years and its still. you guessed it. movie of all time

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nichet-crochet · 1 year

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