home carry

So… When Lefou get sooo drunk Stanley is always the one carries him home. Lefou doesn’t know tho, he always thought it was like a force that always carries him home when his drunk X’D.

fyi I’m also a Gafou trash but I had to draw Stafou (or Stanfou idkk???) first X3

This is also the first time I drew this 2 so sorry if it sucks. I’m not good at drawings boys or humans in general.

Fuck that anatomy

My Fire Emblem Heroes Team! ★★★★★
I put Roy as my leader because I’m an asshole to people in Arena

The Thing About Trauma

It’s not as easy
as being Something That Happened to You,
a package you opened once.

You will wake up in a new ZIP code,
have to wander your way home,
carry a few of the things you love
to this new place
you live in now.

& so you buy throw pillows.
You put up twinkle lights
and have a big celebration,
point at the open windows
and tell everyone who has ever seen you crying,

look,

look how I have not caged myself,
look what I have made
out of two paint buckets
and the blessing of my still-here body,

but, of course, trauma leans into the bar cart.
Spills a drink on the new rug.
Breaks off the door handle on his way out.

Trauma sends you letters,
without warning,
for the rest of your life,
usually disguised as something else— 

a medical bill, maybe,
or a box of photo albums packaged up by your father,
just so you remember
trauma knows exactly where you live—

who did you think built the house?

simon as a photographer tho

  • it just so happens that a pitch is getting married
  • could be baz’s cousin or whatnot
  • and simon was hired as one of the photographers
  • so he’s just doing his thing right 
  • then the ceremony starts and the groomsmen and bridesmaids start walking down the aisle
  • and this guy all elegance grace and charm 
  • just started walking with a 3 year old kid who’s a ring bearer
  • and it was just so adorable 
  • that simon forgot who he’s actually supposed to be taking pictures of
  • then the reception came
  • simon thought he was being subtle enough
  • oh look he’s with the baby let’s take a picture of him or he’s with the groom that’s a nice shot 
  • when he was about to take another photo of him
  • he didn’t even notice that the figure he’s taking a shot of is slowly walking towards him
  • “what are you planning to do with those”
  • and simon’s just so awestruck that he just stood there
  • until he realized the guy is actually talking to him
  • and the question didn’t even make sense
  • “uh for the newly wed?”
  • and the guy looks so smug 
  • even took simon’s camera out of his hands and started going through the pictures
  • “delete this one I don’t like how I look in it”
  • at this point simon’s just bright red
  • and he’s like fuck it we went all this way
  • “You’re beautiful”
  • he didn’t even wait for the guy’s response and went on
  • “see how the light just hits you right? and the way you just stand out in the picture? you’re beautiful and I think i did a pretty good job at capturing it”
  • and the boy is silent the entire time and simon’s just deflating at this point
  • until he heard him whisper
  • “I’m gone for”
  • and simon’s like “sorry?”
  • “I’m baz the bride’s cousin. Shouldn’t you be having a break right now? C’mon let’s go ge drinks.”
  • “I’m Simon and yeah uh okay”
  • simon was close to passing out when baz offered his hand as they walked to the refreshment table

ad a s t r a per a s p e r a // from hardships to the stars

in the eye of the hurricane - the last song in a musical before everything goes to shit

hurricane - hamilton // telephone wire - fun home // some things are meant to be - little women: the musical // promise - bare: a pop opera // i don’t care much - cabaret // that face - dogfight // prom climax - carrie // something isn’t right here - bring it on // yo girl - heathers: the musical // waltz for eva and che - evita // not while i’m around - sweeney todd // any moment / moments in the wood - into the woods // talk show - jon & jen // contact - rent // don’t do sadness / blue wind - spring awakening // on the willows - godspell // the long grift - hedwig and the angry inch // bare - bare: a pop opera //

L I S T E N

Drunk Chocobro Headcanons

Me, hearing banter that suggests the bros drank together back in Insomnia n rubbing my grubby little hands together: time 2 get 2 work lads

Noctis

  • the chill drunk (AKA the stoner drunk)
  • seems way cooler and more sober than he is, but only because he plasters himself on a couch like a starfish as soon as he’s tipsy and will never get up again
  • will agree to do almost anything and go almost anywhere until he crosses the sleepy threshold, after which he will only want to go home
  • can and will fall asleep anywhere
  • says deep and emotional shit randomly, but in a complete deadpan
  • stole a cat once

Prompto

  • very fun but also a disaster 
  • will drink anything he is handed until he blacks out
  • takes hundreds of unflattering drunk selfies and sends drunk texts to the rest of the bros even tho they are right next to him most of the time
  • very touchy, with both his hands and his feelings (will touch all the bros’ faces and cry, usually for very random reasons)
  • has to be carried home 9/10 times
  • the other 1/10 times he sprints home, actually sprints, cannot be stopped

Ignis

  • none of the bros can tell if they’ve ever seen him drunk
  • this is both because he is the usual designated driver and because he is exactly the same while drunk, just sassier and more irresponsible
  • sometimes he’ll disappear and the bros will be like where’s Ignis??? and when they call him he’s just … at home, got tired of u lot
  • will not stop making puns
  • WILL cook for everyone, even if no one wants it, but will NOT take suggestions or stop until he is done

Gladio

  • a bully, but the fun kind
  • the one who will keep handing Prompto drinks until he blacks out, but also the one who will carry him home
  • scarily competent even while shitfaced / the True Drunk Mom Friend
  • asks for text updates when they head home and if anyone doesn’t text him that they’re home, he WILL show up at their house to make sure
  • always ends up eatin cup noodles, but no one knows where he gets them

anyways tag urself I’m Prompto

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nine in the afternoon // panic! at the disco

Insecurities (Newt X Reader)

Originally posted by fantasticbeasts

Anonymous asks: hi I absolutely adore your wiring!! can you write something cute where reader is super insecure and tries to hide her flaws with makeup and newt tells her she’s beautiful an she doesn’t need makeup to be pretty? Thanks!!

You had just come home from the store, carrying bundles of grocery. A pretty pink parcel hung from your arm, as you balanced the groceries.

“Is that for me?” Queenie asked, watching you kick off your heels. She was stirring a big pot of soup. The kitchen smelled glorious, like it always did when Queenie or Jacob was in it.

“Not this time, Queenie,” you said, setting the parcels down. “I bought myself some of the latest fashion.”

Queenie walked over to you and took your little pink bag without asking. “Rouge? Two different lipsticks? Powder? Honey, are you going to a party?” Queenie’s face lit up at the idea of you going to a party.

You sorta gave an awkward smile, “Ehh…” You hastily collected your findings and rushed to your room, eager to test it all out.

You had just put on your red lipstick, when the door burst open and Newt came barging in. “Y/N have you—oh hello…” Newt said softly, the words dying from his lips when he saw your face all done up.

A boost of confidence filled you. The way Newt looked at you, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. “Yes?” You asked, giving him a shy smile.

Newt hastily looked away. “Uh… Off to a party?” Newt asked politely. He rocked back and forth on his feet, his face slowly turning red.

“No,” you replied airily back. You glanced at yourself in the mirror. You were quite glamorous. And you felt so confident. And not like a loner loser. Maybe you should go out to a bar or something.

“Then if you don’t mind me asking… umm… actually I was wondering if you’ve seen my Niffler?” Newt asked, scratching his head and looking around.

You shook your head. “Sorry, haven’t seen him.”

Newt glanced at you once more and then turned around to the door. “Right then. I’ll look somewhere else. Somewhere not here. Obviously.” Before leaving Newt gave you another look before closing the door.

Your heart skyrocketed. Grinning like an idiot that you were, you spun around in a little mad circle.

You liked makeup. No wonder girls wore it, it made you feel good and look good. Before you had felt awkward and shy, but now you felt almost powerful.

Smiling to yourself you decided that makeup was your new best friend.


Every day you woke up to do your makeup. You’d wear it going out and to work. And even at home. You were careful to apply fresh lipstick after meals. You even went so far as to steal a couple lipstick tubes from Queenie, who always found out in the end.

It was a spring day and you were getting ready for a party. You had just bought an expensive lipstick, the case made with real gold.

You opened your drawer, which had accumulated with lipsticks over the last few weeks. However, you couldn’t find the treasure. You searched the drawer twice, then looked through your other drawers. Frantically, you jumped up and began to search your room, starting to panic a little. That lipstick cost a fortune!

Then the lightbulb hit. Niffler. You stormed out of your room, and walked over to Newt’s room. His door was open and so was his suitcase. You practically slid down the latter, shouting out angrily, “NEWT SCAMANDER YOUR PRECIOUS NIFFLER TOOK MY NEW LIPSTICK!”

You found Newt holding a baby creature of some sort, completely startled by your outrage. “What?” Newt demanded. “I hardly think so. My niffler has been down with me all day!”

You angrily began to look around. “I swear when I find that niffler… That lipstick cost all of my side savings! It was expensive, Newt!” You began to get quite upset, tearing up a little.

Newt noticed how upset you were getting and gently pinned you against the wall, his hands on your arms. “Y/N, breathe…” Newt said soothingly, looking at you in the eyes. “You don’t need makeup to be beautiful…”

You blinked back tears, sniffing a little. “What?”

Newt replied steadily back, “I said you don’t need makeup to be beautiful.”

You raised an eyebrow. “But look at Queenie… She’s so gorgeous with it on. I want to be pretty… I want to be noticed…”

Newt gently brushed your lips with his thumb. You hadn’t had time to get ready that morning, so Newt was seeing your real face for the first time in a while. “Look at you,” he hushed looking at your face with a loving expression. He then gently touched your cheeks, softly stroking them. “You’re so unbelievably beautiful…”

As he cupped your face, you gently grasped onto his arms to steady yourself. Was this really happening? Or were you just hallucinating. The annoying heat from your face didn’t seem like a hallucination. “Do you really think I’m pretty…?” You whispered in a barely audible voice.

You could feel Newt gently push up against you, the wall feeling chilly to your back. “Absolutely ravishing…” Newt answered honestly, his lips so close to yours.

You gave a little gasp as Newt pushed you even harder against the wall, kissing you on the mouth.

Unfortunately your heaven on earth lasted exactly 0.01 seconds before Queenie came in. And it took about 0.0001 of a second to push Newt off of you. Both of your faces were guilty beyond guilt. Newt was blushing so hard and was simply looking down at his feet, his hears red.

“Well well well,” Queenie said. She didn’t need to see what they had been doing. She just knew. She smiled coyly, then turned to you. “Honey, I hope you don’t mind, I borrowed your new expensive lipstick. Since you steal mine all the time, I thought I’d try yours,” Queenie giggled, producing a gold tube. She handed it out to you.

Newt raised his head and looked at you. You looked back at him then at Queenie. “Keep it as a gift, Queenie. I don’t need it. You can also have all my other makeup.”

Queenie’s eyes went large. “Are you bribing me to not tell Teenie what I just witnessed?”

You blushed scarlet. “No, just take all of it…” You resisted to say don’t tell Tina, but that’d never work.

Queenie turned around and said, “Well I’ll let you two get back kissing!” She skipped around the corner, leaving two flustered lovers.

Newt turned to you. “I’m proud of you. For getting rid of all the makeup like that.” He gently turned your head to face him.

You looked at the freckled face man. “It was too much trouble anyway,” you joked, gently tugging on his shirt collar.

Newt pulled you close, picking you up and placing you on his desk. He leaned in, his hands on either side of you. “Oh, and I told you my niffler didn’t steal it.”

THE END!

I’m honestly QUITE proud of this one. I wrote it freely and not feeling forced so I hope you like it! Any typos will be edited later!