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sometimes I wonder what yall think about my hamilton


“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it + Reddie’s first fight.

(Hi again! I’ve combined two prompts together again as the fic just went in that sort of direction! Hope you guys like it! @lianaagrace

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Eddie’s whole being was buzzing with excitement as he dodged past the students in the hall, trying to where all the Losers were huddled around Bill’s locker. In his hand he held a letter, albeit slightly crumpled due to how hard he was clutching it. He finally reached the group, breathing slightly ragged as he reached for his inhaler and taking a few puffs. His friends were looking at him as though he’d grown a third head and he rushed to explain.

“I got accepted to Stanford Medical school in California!” He announced proudly and the group was silent before a few moments before they erupted in cheers and words of congratulations, hugging him each in turn.

“C-Con-Congratulations Eh-Eddie.” Bill stuttered out, taking the letter from his hand and reading it over, smile widening even further. “Ah-and with a f-full sch-scholarship t-too!” At Bills words everyone hugged him again, as they all knew how hard Eddie had worked to get into Medical school, to get out of Derry.

It wasn’t until everyone had calmed down and they started walking out of the school, that Eddie realised the only person who hadn’t said anything was the one who usually couldn’t keep his mouth shut. His best friend, Richie. He felt an unwelcome feeling in the pit of his stomach as his eyes sought him out, trying to make eye-contact but Richie was avoiding his gaze. Eddie stopped in his track and grabbed the sleeve of Richie’s jacket, pulling him back. The others stopped and turned around but Eddie just waved them on, “We’ll catch up okay? I just need to talk to Richie for a second.”

They all paused for a moment, glancing between the two until Beverly nodded, “Alright, we’ll get you guys at the Barron’s yeah?” She asked and Eddie nodded, but received no response from Richie. What was wrong with him? The others nodded and took that as their cue to depart, leaving Eddie and Richie alone.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asked, once he knew his friends were out of earshot. Richie looked up at him then, eyes cold.

“Nothing, I’m fine, let’s go.” He moved to follow his friends but Eddie still had a grip on his sleeve. “Eddie.”

“No. Not until you tell me the truth. You’re forgetting how well I know you.” Eddies voice was a little colder this time, his eyes narrowing.

“I’ve just been thinking about how I’m planning on doing you mom later.” Richie said but the words didn’t contain the same teasing as they usually did and Eddie pushed him back.

“Fuck you, trashmouth,” he spat, “If you’re not going to tell me what’s going on then just, fuck off.” He felt tears stinging the back of his eyes as he had been so excited earlier, about telling everyone about his good news, about telling Richie his good news. It was no secret, at least to Eddie, that he had stronger than platonic feelings for his best friend and sometimes, when they would hang out alone it would seem that Richie returned those feelings, yet he never acted on them.

Fuck me?” Richie’s eyes were narrow as he glared at Eddie, a look Eddie had never been on the receiving end of before and he didn’t like it, not one bit. “I’m not the one keeping secrets here Eds.” He hissed and Eddie felt as though he’d been slapped.

“W-what?” He stuttered in shock, feeling smaller than he had felt in a long time.

“Don’t stand there and pretend you don’t know what I’m fucking talking about-“ Richie ran a hand through his curls, a hand that was shaking, “You told me you were applying to universities in New York not fucking California, which by the way is on the other side of the fucking country!”

Eddie’s stomach dropped and he took a few steps back, “No, no I told you I was applying to Medical Schools and Mrs Barbour put me forward for the scholarship at Stanford. I didn’t tell anyone because I didn’t even think I had a chance.” He had no idea why he was explaining himself, but he just wanted Richie to stop looking at him like he was dirt on the floor.

“We’re meant to be friends Eddie. Best friends. We don’t keep secrets like that from each other,” Richie said but his voice didn’t contain as much anger as it had before, this time sounding more sad, hurt.

Eddie however, was still angry at what Richie had said, but instead of giving him a piece of his mind, he blurted out, “Fucking hell Richie, We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” He gasped and covered his mouth with his hand in shock. His eyes glanced at Richie who was also harbouring his own shocked expressing.

It might have been no secret to the other losers about how Eddie felt towards Richie, but it was a secret to Richie himself. “What?” He asked, quietly. “What did you just say?”

Eddie could feel his face heat up under Richie’s gaze and he swallowed the lump in his throat, “I said, we’re not just friends and you know it.” He repeated.

Richie was right in front of him now, so close he could smell the cologne that he stole from his dad’s cabinet that always made Eddie go weak at the knees. “Too right I fucking know it.” He breathed and Eddie looked up at him.

“What does this mean?” Eddie asked quietly, his hands gripping onto the labels of Richie’s jacket keeping him close.

“Well for starters I’m going to have to call your mom and tell her she’s never going to get the chance to see my rockin’ bod,” he winked and took Eddie’s face in his hands, brushing his thumbs over his cheekbones. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, wary, as he knew he’d upset his earlier.

“Please.” Eddie responded before he felt Richie’s mouth on his, soft and chaste. It didn’t last long, but it was perfect.

When Richie pulled away, his hands still firmly holding Eddie’s face in place he ducked his head, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have acted that way. Of course I’m proud of you Eds, I’m so proud that you got that scholarship. I just- you’re leaving and I was scared you’d forget all about me.”

“How could I forget about you Richie? How would you even let me forget about you? You have me on the edge all the time,” Eddie teased and Richie laughed.

“Usually, I would make a joke about your mom but-“ he stopped himself, “But I’d much rather have you on the edge if you know that I mean?”

Eddie smacked him over the head, a faint blush still apparent on his cheeks. “We should go meet the others, they’ll probably be wondering what we’re doing.”

“We could just say we were doing each other!” Richie barked and Eddie just rolled his eyes, grabbing Richie’s hand and dragging him away from the school towards the barrens.

“Beep-beep asshole,” He teased back. “And just for the record, I was going to ask you to come with me. To California.” Eddie spoke up suddenly as they walked. “I know you’re as desperate to get out of Derry as I am.”

Richie looked taken a back before he grinned and threw an arm around Eddie’s shoulder, “Onward good fellow!” He called out in his shitty British accent, making Eddie snort, “I see sun, sea and sand on our horizon!”

Eddie smiled as they walked down the sidewalk, pressed against each other. Sun, sea and sand indeed.

Finish The Fight.

“This…. is the way the world ends.” - Cortana (Halo 3, 2007)

Ten years ago, one of my favourite trilogies of all time came to an amazing conclusion with the release of Halo 3! I’ve had so many memories with this game, and it amazes me that it’s turned a decade old. I did this poster to commemorate the 10 year anniversary of this milestone title in the Halo series. I’d like to take a moment to thank the many people involved at Microsoft and Bungie during the development of this phenomenal game. Without you, we wouldn’t be here celebrating!  Happy Birthday, Halo 3!

Hope you guys like this masterpiece!

Rendered in Source Filmmaker and edited in Adobe Photoshop.

I do NOT own Halo! Copyright belongs to Microsoft and 343 Industries!

WDW Day! My project❤️

Okay! So I sat here thinking about what I wanted to do for wdw day, and I couldn’t come up with anything. All I knew is that I wanted to do something that involved the limelights & something JUST within the Tumblr community. This idea isn’t very original but I thought it would be nice & EVERYONE on tumblr can participate. Here’s what I came up with.

I would like to create a book for the Why Don’t We boys. You can send an ask to my inbox, or send me a message, sharing your experiences, how the band has helped you, made you feel, what your hopes are for them in the future, anything you would like to say to them. These can be anonymous if you wish, or you can sign your name, or write your social media @ names. I want to compile these into a nice book for the boys, along with any pictures you guys wish to submit. These can be fan photos with them, selfies of yourself, m&g pictures, a drawing you made, etc… Your note can be as long as you want but everyone is limited to one picture. This book will ONLY be within the tumblr community, so only people on tumblr can participate in the making of the book. The book will be titled “One Year of Why Don’t We” written by Limelights of Tumblr.

I hope that you guys like this idea. PLEASE PLEASE participate, I want all of you to share your love. I really want this to be special for them, and for us. This is a year of wdw, through our eyes. I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with.

*On their next tour, I am making it my goal to see them, even if they don’t come to my city, I WILL be traveling to meet them. This is where my special WDW 1 year project will be delivered, so obviously this project will not be delivered to them on the one year mark, but I will get it to them as soon as I can.

- Ava💖

what's a fire and how does it - what's the word? - burn

so i have this disney playlist i listen to usually when i’m driving and i was blasting poor unfortunate souls this morning and i was thinking

what if ariel didn’t sign the scroll?

because she’s about to, okay, and she looks at the paper. the parchment made of seaweed, the ones that’s specially treated to survive underwater. and she thinks of her cave of treasures, her books that remain perfectly preserved underwater. “no thank you,” she says slowly, becoming keenly aware of air of this place, of the not-people she’d seen who hadn’t been able to pay the price for sea witch’s bargain. “i – no. thank you. but no.”

ursula tries to convince her otherwise, but ariel runs. she goes back to her cave, destroyed as it was by her father’s anger, and thinks.

she’s the daughter of triton. her books never got wet, though she lives in the ocean. she feels a pull inside her, to the land, to somewhere else, but what if – what if –

what if she doesn’t need the sea witch or her father to perform magic for her? what if she has her own?

ursula had wanted her voice because that’s how she performed her magic. singing in this cave had given it powers and protection, and when she saved her prince from the sea – she sang then too, to keep him safe, to guide him back to life and away from death.

so she has magic. she only needs to figure out how to use it.

so that’s what ariel does now. she’s quiet and keeps to herself, and her father and sisters think that it’s because she’s upset with her father, that she’s busy licking her wounds. she’s moved on from that. she has no trident, and is uninterested with fueling her magic with the souls of the damned like ursula has. so she needs to figure something else out.

she does what she’s not supposed to do, and goes where she’s not supposed to go, slipping past the guards and patrols to the one place in the sea that is forbidden to all of them.

the crevice in the earth where what remains of her grandmother lives.

ariel goes to amphitrite, and the sea goddess is so much bigger than ariel, the size of great whale as she curls at the bottom of the sea floor, too old and too tired to do anything more than sleep. “granddaughter,” the great being croaks, opening an eye as blue and as unfathomable as the sea, “you look like me.”

“they say i look like my mother,” she says, and to herself adds: that’s why father can barely stand to look at me.

“you have more of me in you than your mother,” she says, and she shifts and pulls her mass of red hair over her shoulder. “more of me in you than your father does, even.”

“i have magic,” she says, pulling her bravery to the fore as she swims closer to her grandmother, “i want you to teach me how to use it.” amphitrite pushes herself up, and it’s the first time she’s moved in a millennia, and ariel notices for the first time that her grandmother isn’t a mermaid – she has legs.

she has legs.

“you have power,” amphitrite corrects fiercely, “and i will teach you to wield it.”

and so she does. ariel spends her nights by her grandmother, learning to harness the power of the sea that runs in her veins, and sleeps her days away while her sisters and flounder and sebastian grow more and more concerned, but she refuses to tell them why. she refuses to be stopped.

but her heart still aches. she fell in love with her prince, and she wants him still. so she swims to the edge, goes to the beach where his castle resides in the dead of night when her lessons with her grandmother are complete, and sings

. she’s careful not to let any magic leak through, only her voice. she does not want to enchant him. she wants him to love her as she is. so she sings, her voice clear and powerful and cutting through the air. she hopes he can hear it.

then one day a figure walks to the beach, and it’s him, her prince. “hello?” he calls out, “are you out there? are you – please, it was you that saved me, wasn’t it? won’t you come out and let me see you?”

so she does, waves her tail at him until he catches sight of her and takes hesitant, disbelieving steps closer.

“you’re a mermaid,” he says, eyes wide, “i thought i saw – but it couldn’t be.”

“i am, and it can,” she says, heart beating wildly in her chest. he’s just as handsome as she remembered, and she wants him just as much. “my name is ariel.”

“ariel,” he repeats, and pulls off his boots and goes wading into the water, watching her to see if she flinches away from him. she doesn’t, and his strides grow bolder. “my name is eric.”

“eric,” she whispers, and when he’s close enough he touches her, trailing fingers across the bare skin of her shoulder and tangling them in her hair.

when he kisses her, she feels powerful enough to undo the world.

so there’s that now, spending her nights with her grandmother and her prince, and she knows how to make her own legs now, could walk onto land and be made a queen among the two legged men.

but she’s a princess here first, and before she can do that she needs to take care of something.


the rotten sea witch with her rotten sea magic won’t be allowed to torment her people any longer.

she tells her grandmother, and amphitrite smiles and says, “an excellent decision, child. i’ve enjoyed our time together, but i think it’s time for me to sleep once more. i’ve taught you everything i can.”

and tears prick ariel’s eyes, but she holds them back. she knew that it couldn’t be forever, that her grandmother can’t die but no longer desires to live and this is the in-between.

“you’ll be an amazing queen,” amphitrite murmurs, and closes her eyes for a millennia more.

this isn’t something to be done in the dead of night, although it would be easier to do it then.

she will make a spectacle of it, she will remind the sea that her people are not to be trifled with.

once upon a time they feared a blue eyed, red haired sea queen with the power to destroy them all. it’s time for them to do so again.

so she drives ursula to the center of the city. her sisters cower and people hide, and her father comes rushing forward to save her.

“you’ve committed great crimes against my people,” she says, not flinching as lightning gathers in the sea witch’s hands, “so now shall a great crime be committed against you.”

“foolish girl,” the sea witch snarls.

triton is yelling. he won’t get there in time.

he doesn’t have to.

she doesn’t need to sing anymore. instead she lifts her hands and pulls ursula apart without ever touching her, not only renders flesh from bone but also sets free the souls she’s been hoarding, reverses the magic done to those who’d fallen into the sea witch’s trap.

they all stare at her, her people, her father, and her sisters. she looks to triton and says, “i’m not a little girl anymore.”

he opens his mouth, closes it again, then says, “i can see that.”

all at once everyone’s perceptions are turned sideways about their youngest princess. she commands a power that even her father doesn’t have access to, she’s not depressed and dreamy – she’s powerful young woman who knows exactly what she’s doing.

so she does what she wanted to do, she gives herself legs and steps onto the sand and launches herself into eric’s arms. she becomes his bride, and the rumors run rampant of what she is, of where she came from, but they can’t prove anything and so they rule.

they live long, happy lives. ariel is his consort, his advisor, his wife, his tactician, and his best friend. all those years reading drowned books have certainly paid off. she ages herself along with her husband, bears his children and then teaches them they ways of her – their – people.

her husband dies, and she disappears, like the stories of selkie women that everyone whispers around her. their children give their father a sea burial, and vow to see him again one day. what they know and none of their subjects do is this – their father’s body isn’t in that casket.

she returns to her ocean, her legs form into her glittering green tail, and she goes home. she uses her terribly powerful magic, and brings her husband with her. she went from princess ariel of the sea to queen ariel of the land, and now she’s back again.

she’s not quite a teenager, but neither is she the old woman she pretended to be on land. she’s returned her and her husband to the prime of their life, and as she gained legs to be with him, he now gives his up to be with her.

eric becomes a merman, and a prince by virtue of being ariel’s husband.

she returns to her family and her world without missing a beat, and they all welcome her as if she never left, treat her husband with kindness and respect.

because they all know.

it doesn’t matter that she’s the youngest. when, far in the future, triton’s reign ends –

ariel’s reign will begin.


Hey guys! I am so unbelievably happy to announce that my secret project is officially finished! After four solid months of work, Table Fables is complete. 

Now, Table Fables is a labor of love - 84 illustrated pages of item tables and generators to make dungeon masters’ lives a little easier. Inside you’ll find a ton of cool things including but not limited to: a full character generator, a disease generator, a kingdom generator, potion generator, a magic items table, a scavenging table, a curse table, a dream table and a ton of other little fun things!

If you want to check it out on Amazon, click here! It’s a super cheap, fun little book meant to make DnD a little more interesting. Thanks for reading! 


I know I’m a couple of days late (Irma knocked out my Internet!), but I really wanted to post a doodle celebrating the 15th anniversary of the first Kingdom Hearts game’s release in the US.

Celebrating 15 years of my favorite sunshine dorkupine in his many forms! 

\o\ \o/ /o/


  One person’s crazyness is another person’s reality - Tim Burton

Drawing youtubers as the Tim Burton style speedpaint video