#just saying 👀

[mygayrats]

He really likes that pose 👀

#just saying 👀 #hetalia #hws #aph #aph romano #hws romano

[estcaligo]

Waiting for chapter 7, knowing that this is canon

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst chapter 7 #malleus draconia #idia shroud #Hadeficent #just saying 👀

[in-my-loki-feels]

WIP Wednesday

Back with a peak at the continuing chaotic adventures of Indianapolis Bones and President Loki.

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Loki stepped into a large lecture hall where rows of bench seats rose up to his left and a large whiteboard took up most of the wall on his right. In front of him was the wooden desk he’d glimpsed through the window and behind it stood Dr. Indianapolis Bones. He was currently tucking papers into a brown satchel he held upright. There was no sign of the leather jacket he’d worn, or the whip. His hair was the same disheveled blonde mess it had been in the restaurant and his beard was still in need of shaping.  Dr. Bones looked up as Loki approached and his face brightened.  “Oh, hey. It’s the horns guy,” he called out.  Loki stopped, frozen by the audacity. “I beg your pardon?”  “I’m just joshing you,” Dr. Bones said, chuckling as he put more papers away. “I read up on you. Loki Laufeyson.” His voice was the same drawl Loki remembered from the restaurant. “A real Norse god, huh? What brings you to earth?” “It was clear you mortals were in dire need of proper leadership,” Loki said, coming to stand across from the man. He drew himself up to his full height so he could look down his nose. Dr. Bones appeared unflustered.  “Can’t argue with you there, my friend. Hey, how about I buy you dinner since I interrupted yours last time?” Loki stared at him. “Dinner? I didn’t come here because of the dinner.” “Oh? Then why did you?” There was a playful gleam in Dr. Bones’ blue eyes that Loki didn't appreciate. How dare he not take this more seriously. “I came here,” Loki said, perfectly enunciating every word, “because you dared to manhandle me. Me, a god. You needed to be put in your place.”  Dr. Bones raised his hands. “Okay, okay, I get it. No touching without permission. Noted.” Dr. Bones winked at him but before Loki could decide if he was being mocked, Dr. Bones went on. “Anything I can do to make up for it?”  “Perhaps if you get down on your knees and beg for my forgiveness, I may grant it.”  “Is that all?” Dr. Bones' grin widened.

#president loki #dr indianapolis bones #lokius #lokius au #mobius m mobius #wip wednesday #this wip is actually not turning out as salacious as that last bit implied lol #but i do think president loki likes to see people on their knees #just saying 👀 #clearly i enjoy writing a loki who's all puffed up with outrage #wanderingflame wip

[tortureandtickles]

my boobs make a great stress ball 🥰

#just saying 👀

[meinenaffenhosen]

if you mention fanfic in any context during a publicly broadcast professional discussion, much less twice, I am going to make assumptions, I don’t care if you’re a CEO

#I WILL be desperately curious about your fandoms tho #just saying 👀

[tinylilemrys]

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Fandom:

Ted Lasso (TV)

Relationships:

Trent Crimm/Ted Lasso Coach Beard/Ted Lasso/Trent Crimm

Additional Tags:

Polyamory, Getting Together, mentions of domestic abuse, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary:

Beard doesn't know what to expect when he shows up on Ted's doorstep, drenched with rain, backpack loaded with whatever he could grab while Jane pelted him with books. Perhaps pity – he knows he probably looks just as pathetic as he did showing up and his door back in Kansas all those years ago. Probably empathy. He knows Ted's never really liked Jane, knows Ted has been worried for him for quite a while. What he's not expecting is to be greeted by a cozy-looking Trent Crimm, in a pair of sweatpants and one of Ted's favourite T-shirts. Or, the story of how Willis Beard gets everything he's ever wanted and never dared to hope for.

#listen #real talk #we need more stories about these three #just saying 👀 #beardtedtrent #coach beard #ted lasso #trent crimm #ted lasso fanfic #tedependent #tedtrent #tedbeardtrent #ted x beard x trent #beard x ted x trent #trent x ted x beard #trent x beard x ted #beard x trent x ted #ted x trent x beard

[creative-clown-drawings]

They would make good friends I think ⚡️❣️

#🌈 #syds art #they would also be cute as a crack ship I think #just saying 👀 #anyways sorry for being so inactive aidjewjsjs been hella busy with school n shit #nimona #nimona movie #nimona fanart #scott pilgram vs the world #scott pilgram takes off #scott pilgrim #spvtw #spvtw fanart #spto #spto fanart #roxie richter #roxie #metal #dragon wings #pink and purple #red and orange #lgbtq #genderfluid #lesbian #artist on tumblr

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

Here! I think that Astruc said it a few years ago in a tweet, or maybe it was someone of the writing team, but he's canonically from Morocco!

!! i actually did not know this! omg yay ❤️🇲🇦❤️🇲🇦 this just made my day

#dj wifi are going to honeymoon in morocco isn't that exciting #i'm so excited #also that's not the last we will see of reunion #just saying 👀 #odnlb #one does not love breathing #nino lahiffe #moroccan nino #miraculous ladybug

[catmandewz]

i wouldn’t normally post pictures of myself here, but i’m very very proud of how this turned out

i need to make like, a COUPLE edits before the con in september, but overall, i think my chuuya turned out fairly well

#im gonna do tags because i kinda like attention im ngl #bsd #bungo stray dogs #chuuya nakahara cosplay #very amateur chuuya cosplay but still #hehe #i just realized i forgot to put my choker on #but im out of cos now so #too late #anyways im taking gf applications #just saying 👀

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

It’s wide girl wednesday, post thicc girls. ❤️💞

You mean like her? 👀😩

Also, I fully support wide girl Wednesday! Please feel free to send me thicc women today.. ahem 👀

#depravity answered #anonymous #resident evil village #lady alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #thiccccc #i dunno who took the second one but its been circulating for quite awhile #and i lust love how her thighs look in it 👀 #also #we need more thicc lady dimitrescu art #just saying 👀 #wide women wednesday #re8 asks

[kikixreverie]

I disappeared again :D

I've been working on a request though and it's in the editing stage.

Is 4k words too much for a tattooartist!Bucky one shot? Just wondering... for science.

#it has praise kink #and major smut #and tattooed bucky #just saying 👀 #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes

[cavernfullofexistentialdread]

Wait is Nischtal (Mitalia + Nischa) considered a harem???

#Oh no #rtc #ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #mischa rtc #mischa x talia #talia x mischa #nischa #passionfruit rtc #noel rtc #noel gruber #OH NO #OH NO OH GOD #JSJEJSKSMEJS #I mean… #it might not be that bad #Just saying 👀 #just gonna put it out there 👀

[helianskies]

Antonio arrives later to work than intended. He blames the ice on the road, forcing him to drive slower along the country lanes than he would usually dare, combined with that one unfortunate stretch he got stuck behind a tractor. Of course, he called ahead of time to warn the school’s head that he may be late, but even if he has been assured that it’s fine, he rushes from his car into the school reception area faster than is wise. 

Narrowly avoiding a fall as he reaches the doors, Antonio catches his breath and himself, before he lifts his ID card to the sensor and lets himself into the building. Almost instantly, the warmth greets him, sympathises with him over how cold it is outside, and his hands start to burn as they get accustomed to the comparatively tropical temperatures indoors.

A glance at the clock reveals he is, in all, only ten minutes late. It is not a total disaster. Children will start arriving in school within the next fifteen minutes so he still has time to get himself positioned, his computer on, the phone loud, and to make himself a hot drink (and maybe even some toast) in the staff room so he is ready to deal with some of the world’s most obnoxious adults.

(Yes, he means parents. Some of them are… characters, for sure.)

Today, Antonio is alone in the office. The other receptionist is part-time, Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays. But today is a Wednesday. And there is no one else to make conversation with other than the plant on the windowsill, which he greets as he enters the room—Paco—and the currently very smiley emotional-support plush octopus—Pablo—that lives on his desk and makes a good headrest, at times…

Today, Antonio is alone in the office. However, after greeting his only 'companions' for the day, and flicking on the lights, he realises that they are not entirely alone.

On his desk is an unusual addition: a cup steaming with what looks like a simple coffee, on closer inspection. Next to it is a pink Post-it note. Antonio sets down his bag and carefully pulls the note off the table surface, and begins to smile as he reads its short and sweet message.

Thought I’d save you the staff room kettle rush. Milk, one sugar. Hope you like it.

While they have evidently kept themselves anonymous for fear of someone wandering into the office and seeing the note, Antonio already knows who this mysterious saviour of his is. It has become a bit of a trend for a certain Maths teacher to stop by at break time to offer to make him a drink while he’s mid-call to a supplier or parent—a Godsend. 

And he always gets it just right. It’s impressive for someone who doesn’t like coffee, but Arthur… seems to have put the effort in to remember the perfect ratio of coffee granules to boiling water to milk to sugar. Antonio appreciates that. Not even his own colleague in the office can remember how he likes it—sometimes, not even his own family! But Arthur? Arthur remembers. And that feels good.

More surprising is that, upon lifting the cup, it is still quite hot. Not scorching, but not tepid, either. That means Arthur must have made it recently, which makes Antonio only happier, for some reason.

From that moment on, Antonio’s morning is alarmingly smooth. The parents who come to his window are pleasant, well-tempered, and generally have simple enquiries he is able to deal with or otherwise signpost without any aggro. The phone barely rings. Attendance is high. Abel, the head, swings by but has no request for him—just a greeting and short conversation about his icy commute—and even the emails that appear in his inbox are child’s play. 

The coffee, he starts to wonder, has perhaps brought him some good luck. Good luck caused by good intentions. 

He has not seen Arthur yet by the time the lunch hour (or rather, lunch forty-minutes) rolls around. But while teaching is suspended, Antonio seizes his opportunity, closes the office for lunch, and begins to search for the evasive Maths teacher. 

The search begins in the staff room. To be honest, finding Arthur there would have been nothing short of a miracle; he seldom pops in unless it’s to make himself a drink, but with how busy it becomes at lunch time, he tends to avoid it altogether.

Instead, Antonio leaves the main building of the school and ventures to B-Block, where Maths and English are located. Arthur’s room is up the first set of stairs, and the second room on the right. B7. A box-standard classroom for thirty students and about as void of life as one would expect a Maths classroom to be. That is, void of life, minus Arthur, who sits at his desk, glasses on and brows furrowed, until Antonio knocks on his open door.

Arthur looks up. 

Antonio flashes a pink sticky note at him.

Arthur sits back in his seat, glances at his screen, and then back at Antonio.

“Got a message for me?” he asks, which, fair enough, is usually why Antonio would be visiting classrooms and flashing notes—but in this case, it makes the administrator shake his head. 

“I think you’re the one who had a message for me, actually,” Antonio remarks, pocketing the note. He walks into the room, approaching the desk so that he doesn't have to speak so loudly, so publicly. “I appreciated that gesture this morning, you know. I never had a chance to find you and thank you, but, well, thank you.” 

The other shrugs. “Abe said you were going to be late. I thought you might need a hot drink, and not the distracting chit-chat that you’d face in the staff room.”

“You weren’t wrong,” Antonio concedes. And then he says, “Thanks.”

“You’ve already thanked me,” Arthur returns, however. 

Antonio’s smile turns lop-sided. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to say ‘thank you’ enough to you,” he confesses, his eyes drifting briefly to the windows, through which he spies the Art rooms in the main building (his subconscious thinks it may spy his brother, but Antonio knows he will already be downstairs). “I haven’t worked here all that long,” he goes on, “but I feel like you’ve made more effort to get to know me than some people have. Than most people have, in fact.”

Arthur dismisses the comment with his typical modesty—often mistaken for scorn—and says, “It’s just polite, I wouldn’t think too much of it,” even though Antonio already thinks the world of it, and of him, and knows that Arthur knows that, too.

It does not dampen the mood.

Antonio does not intend to hang around and disturb Arthur for much longer, but before he hurries off once more and returns to the phone and solitude, he tells the other, “Let me know if you ever need anything, won't you?”

“Anything, huh?”

“Anything,” Antonio nods to confirm. And, without further warning, he turns and goes to leave the classroom and Arthur and all of the thoughts he has provoked

Just as he reaches the door, however, the other calls to him—asks him to wait, semi-frantic—and Antonio tries not to smile too widely at how it feels to hear the other say his name. Arthur, in the meantime, has left his chair and steps somewhat awkwardly towards the door. Although there remains a gap between them still, Antonio feels as though they are somehow closer than they have ever been.

“Can I… ask you something?” 

“You just did,” Antonio remarks in jest, but invites him to go ahead.

“Do you have any plans, or… anything… today? After work?”

Antonio loves how he fumbles. 

“Not until later in the evening,” he duly replies. He's seeing his brother, but that's all. “Why? Are you asking me out?”

That only makes it worse.

“J-Just for a drink, yeah,” Arthur says. “Coffee, tea—whatever takes your fancy. Just a friendly sit-down in a café or— or something.”

Antonio can’t help but smile, now. “You know what,” he responds, “I’d like that. I would actually very much like that.”

“Yeah? So, today? Right after work?”

“Office closes at four, so as long as you’re okay with that.”

“That’s perfect, yes.”

“Good. Then, you know where to find me,” he muses. “I'm looking forward to it.”

To which Arthur starts to smile, too—a rare sight, and a charming one at that. "So am I. Here's hoping the rest of the day flies by, eh?"

Antonio is sure it will. Because now, for the rest of the day, nothing else is as important or exciting a goal for him to reach, and not even a snappy call with an angry parent will be able to put him in a bad mood.

A humble coffee date with Arthur... What an unexpected but lovely birthday present... His brother would certainly have a hard time beating that!

[ final wordcount, 1520! ] [ also available on ao3! ]

#hetalia #helia writes #hws spain #hws england #engspa #a short fic for toni's bday because it felt weird not writing *anything* and this au worked nicely #ty maiva for helping with the teacher au brainrot these last couple of days ajxjwkfa #would write more of this au by the way #just saying 👀

[the-kipsabian]

also heeeey

#just saying 👀 #night is an absolute mess on main

[toyama-division]

Hi 😳 I heard u were doing a request for face meme uhhhh my oc Yoichi for F1

P.S. I’d just like want to see ur art style for him cuz ur art looks really cool 😭👍🏻💗✨

I wanted to add more but I decided against it. There's the boy... What did he see? 👀

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone oc #yoichi shujo #sapporo division #polar knights #nugsters art #100 faces meme #also you should open your ask boxes #just saying 👀

[cinderspots]

Thinking about how Beiguang is kinda like Stolas and Blitzø but like less murdery

#cindertalk #ningguang x beidou #beiguang #ningguang #beidou #stolas #blitzo #helluva boss #just saying 👀