when you’re having a nice time with jonathan and then he says, “Nancy Wheeler, she’s not just another suburban girl who thinks she’s rebelling by doing exactly what every other suburban girl does… until that phase passes and they marry some boring one-time jock who now works sales, and they live out a perfectly boring little life at the end of a cul-de-sac. Exactly like their parents, who they thought were so depressing, but now, hey, they get it.“
idk if this has been asked before but what were the guys like to noodle when she was little? i personally think murdoc has a soft spot for her 💖 pickleboye can be nice sometimes.
Russel was the overall parental figure when it came to raising Noodle; he usually called the shots, taught her what she needed to know about the world around her, and showed her how to act in public/ect.
2D was more of a brother than anything, helping out in daily activities with Russel, like lecturing young Noodle about why she can’t lick the old man that smells like peppermint on the subway why she can’t act out when she doesn’t get her way. 2D helped Noodle grow as a kid, most definitely.
While Russel taught Noodle the basics, like how to clean up and care for herself, 2D taught her the more emotional-based lessons like how to say sorry and let go of grudges, as well as helping Noodle gain social connections.
Russel was the most responsible out of the 3 boys, 2D coming in 2nd place because he forgot about where Noodle was at times; he once left her streets away at a toy store before he came running back to get her. Coming in 3rd place was…
Murdoc was a good guy, but he didn’t like having a baby in the band. No one ever told him that raising a kid would be so much work though he did next to none of it!
When Noodle needed help with bullies, (since she was quite shy back then) she would always go to Murdoc for help. Sure, the girl knew how to defend herself, but aren’t words a better alternative…?
Apparently not, said Murdoc every single time.
After a couple months of having Noodle around with the gang, Murdoc started to warm up to her. Though Russel was basically her dad and 2D her brother, Murdoc earned the title of “best friend”.
They jammed out together and went on miscellaneous adventures throughout the day… Murdoc taught Noodle how to let loose and cause a bit of innocent trouble… Until he got caught in the act by Dad #1. Yikes.
If Noodle happens to be part of the LGBT community, Murdoc was the first person that she probably went to for help.
During interviews, Murdoc acts as if Noodle is just part of the band, but actually refers to her as his little girl behind doors.
Nonetheless, Noodle grew up right. She had good parents to help her through her journey to adulthood. For a couple of 20-30 something-year-old’s without a clue, the boys did a pretty damn good job, at that.
BEHOLD WINDBLADE TALKSPRITES FROM AN UPCOMING FANGAME WAHOO (I’m the lead for sprites and shit heh)
LAWL NO i am NOT part of any fangame and there is no fangame you had to read this for confirmation get shit on bub
But in all seriousness it took me a good while (2 days) to make these and this is my first time making talksprites and they came out quite nicely?? I’ve never seen anyone do pixel transformers talksprites so i wanted to try my hand at it I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT as much as I had fun making this with tender loving care :3
(Might put these up for commission options idk, also do you guys have anyone you think i should try making a sprite of??)
Ok since not today mv came out I think badass!jimin is really really nice and idk even if I like badass!kook and nerd!jimin would you write a hc about jikook both being badass? Like they're both dominant and boi
+ If you want shit handle you call in Jimin and Jungkook.
+ They’re both high ranking swat members and take no shit from anyone.
+ When the couple walks into a room everyone gives them their full attention cause they demand it.
+ Jimin and Jungkook have a even relationship and will fight anyone who dare comments other wise.
+ Jungkook is silent and Jimin is vocal.
+ even in intimacy they’re both dominate. Rolling around, being extra rough with one another, both grunting and panting.
+ They have so many scratches and Hickies everywhere it’s hard to figure out who even bottom that night (They switch all the time)
+ Even when they’re domestic they’re both adorablely dominate.
i feel like all i’ve talked about is work lately but a) oh well and b) it’s better than endless eating disorder posts….although lets be real i make those too lol no shame and c) a lot happened tonight ! good things ! things that made me glad to work here ! side note!! i’m self conscious that this is going to come across as ‘holier than thou” now! but!!! i do not care!!!
A/n: Here it is! I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous to post anything before :’) I apologize beforehand if this isn’t as good or satisfying I guess IDK but I had some really nice messages about the last part I don’t want this one to flop ok I’ll stahp talking now ^-^
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A divorce is not so easy to go through when your lingering feels and son keep getting in the way.
The most beautiful things came out of your mouth, Luke had thought.
Luke had always found himself mesmerized by the beautiful way words seemed to flow out your mouth. It had probably been one of the first things to have drawn him towards you. It didn’t really matter what you were saying; whether it be a casual greeting, scolding words whenever he let his coffee get too cold, hushed giggles shared in his office as you’d visit him during his breaks, or even just sleepy whispers of his name as he’d slip into the bed late at night. Luke loved it all, cherished it all. He was utterly weak when it came to your words, unable to decline any request that rolled off your lips.
The most memorable words Luke had heard were spoken by none other than you. The bashful sure you had given as an answer to his date preposition back in college. The loud, tearful yes you had screamed the moment he had gotten down on his knee, a diamond ring peeking through the velvet box; the same ring you had worn for years after. The whispered, and slightly scared, announcement of your pregnancy, your eyes seeking comfort and alleviation from him. The hushed whispers directed towards your swollen belly late at night, the loving words making his heart swell with love.
The most beautiful things came out of your mouth, Luke had thought.
And yet, there you were, throwing out words he could describe as many things; beautiful not being one.
He couldn’t make sense of where your words had come from. He was absolutely sure that you were both on good terms, amazing even. You had been texting every now and then ever since that weekend, your conversations becoming somewhat friendly and relaxed. He couldn’t tell what went wrong; and it felt like being handed the divorce papers all over again, the same oblivious, confused shock taking over him.
Luke licked his dry lips, his breathing ragged and uneven. He slowly moved around his office, reaching out to close his office door, warning the rest of the employees that no disturbance would be tolerated. His motions were slow, careful, calculated; he feared that any wrong move would tick you off, that any rushed decision would make you storm out and he’d only know about you through your lawyers.
You kept your gaze fixed on the wooden flooring, very well aware of his movements around the office. Looking at him was a hard task itself; how could you bare to look at the man who held your loving heart in his hands; the man who, just minutes ago, decided that your heart no longer fitted in his hands, leaving it to bleed love all over the ground instead.
“Wait! W-wait, hold up!” Luke finally broke the choking silence, still standing a few safe feet from where you stood. His words were barely audible due to the obvious shakiness in his voice. “C-can you at least sit down?”
“No!” You immediately fired back, an ache rising in your throat as you remembered the previous events.
“I want you to sign them luke! For fuck’s sake! What’re you trying to earn from this?” You groaned, wincing when your voice broke at the end of your words. Luke’s eyes anxiously studied your behavior, looking almost scared at your words. But you had already started, determined to let it all out.
“Honestly, I don’t see why you keep stringing me along if you’re just planning on fucking around with other people!” Your voice was dry, the words bitterly leaving your mouth. The frustration of being neither married nor divorced had taken over your heart, the effect clear in your words.
Luke’s eyes went as wide as saucers, his eyebrows knitting at your words. But you didn’t pay it much attention, still determined to follow through with your speech; “If you’d just spare my dignity an-”
“What the fuck did you just say? ” Luke barked, cutting off your words, his expression somber and grave. You involontarily flinched back at the harsh tone of his voice, pressing your mouth into a thin line as you debated on your next action.
“(y/n),” He began again, mildly calmer, seeing as you didn’t give out any reaction. Not only was he livid that such words had even come out of your mouth, but Luke couldn’t possibly deny the hurt nesting inside his chest. After loving you for years will all of his heart, having you accuse him of infidelity wasn’t something he could handle well.
“I’m not fucking around with anyone!”
“Oh! Is that so?” You couldn’t help the dry laugh that escaped your mouth, amazed by how he could convincingly lie to your face. But as your mouth shrunk back into a tight line, you realized that arguing over his affairs wasn’t a conversation you were thrilled to have.
“Fine,” you settled, earning a growl from Luke. Of course the tone of your voice inclined that no, it’s not fine at all, and no, I’m not believing your words. “But I want my divorce papers signed and handed to my lawyer.” You ever so calmly added.
Everything went in slow motion in Luke’s mind; watching you turn around at your last words and heading towards the door; seeing his hand shoot out to catch yours and turn you around; the sudden way you retracted your arm from his grasp is if it were burning under his skin. Luke’s hands immediately let go at your reaction, hurt prominent in his eyes. Still, he opted for raising his hands up as if defeated, his body slowly moving to block your exit.
“Hey! Hey, don’t go-”
“Luke, don’t!” You warned him. And for the first time since you barged in, the tiredness in your voice and the painful look in your eyes were clear as the sunlight for Luke to see. And that nearly stopped him.
“(y/n), if you’d just listen -”
“There’s nothing to listen to or talk about, Luke! We’ve alrea-”
“For fuck’s sake (y/n)! ”
This second outburst was much more shaking, his voice booming through the office and probably reaching the employees’ curious ears. Luke’s eyes were wild,shaken, scared. His ragged breathing was matching his frantic heart and running thoughts, trying to get his head together, before he decided that -consequences be damned- he wasn’t holding anything back.
“I’m not fucking anyone! And I’m not signing those damn papers because -fuck it- I’m still in love with you!”
Silence reigned over the closed room at the impact of his words. Colour drained from his face at the realization of what had slipped past his mouth. Feeling suddenly bare in front of your gaze, his hand mecanically rose to tug at his hair.
Luke nearly smiled at the memory of how lovingly you had always replied to his ‘I love you’s’. Somehow, even when you were absolutely livid and angry with him, you always manage to make it sound like the most honest thing in the world. Luke frowned instead. Expecting that from you would be pushing his luck past any reasonable boundaries. Luke took one last silent gaze at your face, with a heavy heart that’s fully expecting to be broken.
But you didn’t run off as he expected you to. You didn’t walk out of his office and stomp all over his heart. No, you just silently stared at him with something he couldn’t exactly decipher. But if he was to look deep enough, he would’ve figured out that your eyes were filled with wavering hope and striking fear. And so, Luke took your silence as a chance for him to speak, a whole lot calmer than the previous time.
“(y/n), baby I haven’t so much as looked at anyone else ever since we’ve been together.” Luke took one hopeful step towards you, agony painting the lovely blue of his eyes a shade of cloudy grey. His voice broke into a fragile tone even he couldn’t recognize, “Please , don’t make me sign those papers.”
You stared at him dumbfounded. Even with the undeniable truth dripping from his words, it felt impossible to forget the events your eyes had witnessed.
“Wh-what about-” you stuttered, blinking rapidly. The confused expression that immediately appeared on his face made you feel like a silly child stubbornly claiming that their nightmare was real. But you pushed through it, averting your eyes from him, “What about the-? She- I saw you two-”
Luke inhaled sharply at your words, his teech clenched tightly together. Out of every unfortunate event that could’ve occurred, you just had to witness that one scene that could easily be misinterpreted.
“I pushed her off, alright?” He breathed out, running a rough hand through his blonde locks.
Frustration was the only feeling Luke could recognize at the moment. Words weren’t much, he knew. Words were deceiving, devoid, empty. And still, he was hoping you’d trust his words for the simple reason that they had come out of his mouth.
“I didn’t do anything. Baby, believe me I didn’t and wouldn’t have done a thing.” He countered back, his eyebrows knitted together. “Please believe that I wouldn’t.”
Luke took one bold step towards you, daring to lift his hand up to tilt your head up, his eyes seeking yours. The look on his face made your stomach drop. It wasn’t a look you’d normally see on the major CEO; one of utter vulnerability and defenselessness. One that made him look like the shy boy you had met in class; like the man who held your heart delicately in his hands and cared for it throughout the years.
“Please don’t make me sign those papers,” he whispered, his voice low and hoarse. His breath fanned over your face at the proximity, waves of his scent hitting you and clouding your thoughts. But reality wasn’t as forgiving as you would’ve liked it to be.
“There’s a reason those papers were filed, Luke.” You sighed, freeing your jaw from his grip.
“I know,” Luke answered all too calmly, as if he was aware of it and couldn’t deny it even if he wanted to, “but there’s a reason they’re not signed yet” he argued.
“Come on, (y/n)” Luke cooed, sensing your hesitation, keeping his voice soft and tender “We can talk this through, I’m willing to try, baby.”
“We’ve already talked about this,” you mumbled with a shake of your head.
The memories of the past kept nudging at the back of your mind, making you relive the helplessness and the doubt. And as draining as it was to admit it, Luke had a history of falling back to his old habits. You feared it would once again end up the same. And just like that, the little spark of hope that the key had brought into you died out.
Your mind drifted back to the key, still safely tucked inside your pocket. For some reason, you hadn’t thrown it at his face the minute you barged in, and you still weren’t handing it to his as you spoke. Its weight suddenly felt as heavy as rock hidden inside your pocket, making you take a seat down as you realized that you had no idea what to do.
What’s the right thing to do?
“No,” Luke’s calm reply made you look up, finding that he was slowly approaching you. He crouched down in front of you, his hands delicately resting on the seat at each side of your thighs. “No, you talked, I listened . I only did so because I believed I was doing what’s best for you and for Jace.”
Emotions bubbled inside of you, making your throat tighten at his words. Once again, he was confessing in more ways than you could handle, making your heart twist with both guilt and glee. It took all of your strength to keep your hands from resting on his cheeks, to stop yourself from falling into him and getting swallowed by his limbs.
“But,” He whispered, leaning in a little closer, his eyes never once leaving yours, “Tell me and I’ll stop. Tell me that I’m only making your lives worse, and I swear I’ll stop pushing it.”
His words knocked the air out of your lungs, and you cursed yourself for coming in the first place. His proximity suddenly felt stifling, and your feet begged you to make a run for it. The hopeful, sincere look on his face made you look down.
“I- I don’t have to see Jace disappointed every night,” you barely managed out, willing yourself to concentrate on your fiddling hands in your lap, instead of the sharp breath Luke took. He was making you confess things you never wanted him to hear, “I don’t have to stay up worrying if you’ll come home at all; I know you won’t.”
“(y/n),” Luke’s voice wavered, the grip on his wounded heart tightening. His shoulders slumped down in defeat, his face falling into a scared expression. Maybe he should’ve left it, perhaps pushing it wasn’t the wisest thing to do.
“Tell me.” he begged once more, unable to gather up a speck of hope in his heart.
“I-” You stuttered, lifting your gaze from your lap. The teary, vulnerable look you wore on your face felt like an arrow shooting through Luke’s chest; his every instinct pushing him to hold you in his arms and apologize until his words made a difference.
You debated on your next words, the battle between what your head told you and what felt right making you open your mouth and close it a couple of times, before you settled.
“I thought- I thought nothing could be worse than getting disappointed every night.” You stopped, feeling the suppressed tears meet the warm skin of your cheeks, “Not having you there feels worse.”
Luke’s heart nearly leaped out of his chest, the sadness on his face melting into a warm smile. As far as he was concerned, the issue was solved. He silently urged you to keep going, to tell him that you and his baby boy had missed as much as he missed you.
But you didn’t.
“But, we can’t- I can go back to how it was.” You furiously shook your head. And just like that, Luke felt the nauseous feeling coming back. “We’ll get used to how it is now, it won’t be so bad. But I can’t fight with you like we did before, we’ll go back to that again and it not good for any of us!” You forced yourself to reason.
“But we won’t! I promise we won’t go back to that,” Luke blurted out in a desperate attempt, his hands involuntarily reaching out to hold yours and anchor you back to him, where he needed you to be.
“Come on, (y/n), I love you and my son more than anything.” He swallowed, “Do you still-?”
You smiled sadly at his words, “Love has never been the issue between us.”
Luke’s grip on your hands tightened, a faint smile on his lips. He didn’t allow himself to let your words soak in and light up his strung out heart. he knew better than that; he knew that you still loving him didn’t necessarily imply that you’d be willing to work it out. Still, he allowed himself to try, speaking in the soft voice of a ruined man.
“Then tell me what it is,” He whispered, the exhaustion and fatigue apparent in the bags under his eyes. “I’m here, and I want to make it work and I want to listen.”
You allowed yourself to mull over his words, the constant confrontation between your mind and heart making you stare timidly at him. You forced yourself to look down once you finally made up your mind.
“I don’t want to feel like a burden.”
Your barely audible words felt like heavy weights on Luke’s heart. His jaw clenched, his eyes shying away from your gaze as he swallowed hard.
You knew you had to take your part of the blame, and that was it. Your decision to keep your deep thoughts unspoken had ultimately been the reason that had led Luke to believe that every had been fine- not perfect, but definitely not broken beyond repair.
Some words were better left unspoken, you knew. That had been the reason for your silence, worried about the impact your words could have, fearing that it would only make matters worse. Yet, that exact mindset had done nothing but allow Luke to stay in his blissful ignorance. Perhaps some words weren’t meant to be spoken, but you figured that having turn into words of regret wasn’t much of an option either. With that thought in mind, you cleared your throat, trying to form the right words.
“It felt like we were distracting you from your work, I -I don’t know- it was like we were another chore ”
You struggled to form coherent words, nervously chewing on your lower lip, your hands shaking underneath Luke’s clammy ones. You could feel him tense at your words, his whole body becoming stiff. The office suddenly felt stifling, the sweet air refusing to grant his choking lungs any bit of relief.
“I wanted to feel like you wanted to be home, with us .”
A heavy silence lingered in the room, the two of you deeply lost in your own thoughts, your words echoing still. With each passing second, you found yourself reliving your past feelings. Out of everything that felt wrong during your marriage, the worst one was feeling like nothing more than a trophy wife, a responsibility he needed to tend to. It was the crippling fear that one day would come and he would realize that it was a burden he didn’t want to carry anymore.
Luke on the other hand was too busy indulging in his self-loathing. It rendered him speechless to know just how blind and oblivious he had let himself become. Work was never supposed to come first, not in front of his family at least. There was no excuse, no convincing reason. So he was left with the only thing he was capable of saying; and it felt like the most sincerely spoken words ever.
Luke finally dared to meet your eyes, feeling so small and shameful in front of you. “But I promise you; you’re always first in my heart. We- I know that I’ve messed up greatly, but believe me I never wanted you and Jace to feel second.”
He sat up a straighter, his face inching closer, “I want to be here, and I want to be with you.”
However, Luke hadn’t expected to see you smile at his words, and he immediately felt alarmed. He couldn’t stop the fear cursing through his veins, for he had never seen a smile carry as much sadness as yours did.
“But, Luke,” You began, freeing one hand from his grasp to rest it on his cheek. You stopped for a minute, treasuring how he caved into your touch and leaned his face into your palm. “I’ve already heard your promises.”
Your dismissal felt like a sledgehammer, the weight of your words making Luke snap out of his trance. He stared at you, his eyes hard and and his mouth pressed into a thin line.
“Look at me.” He ordered, making you do the exact opposite and lower your eyes.
“No, look at me,” He insisted, nudging your hand to gain your attention. Slowly, you lifted your head to look at him- really look at him.
“It’s been hell lately. I can’t eat right, or sleep, or focus. I can’t function right knowing what I’ve done!” His eyes were wild, his emotions getting the best of him. His eyebrows were raised in frustration and fear that he would lose the only chance he could have. “Do you think that anyone in his right mind would risk losing his family after this?”
His words made your heart sink, tears brimming your eyes and blurring your vision. Tears were already making their way down his face, his bright orbs swallowed in a pool of red. Your shaky hands acted before you could think, resting on his warm cheeks and vainly wiping the wet streaks on his skin.
Leaning your forehead against his, you sobbed into each other’s embrace with your eyes closed tight, feeling small and fragile and light and you could breath. At that moment, it didn’t matter if it was a wrong decision, and if your mind was screaming at you that he’d do it again. You smiled through your hiccuped sobs because it felt right.
Nothing had ever felt that right.
“Jace is having his birthday party at my place. Don’t be late.”
Ugh you know when you’re talking to someone and you say something but it comes across the completely wrong way and then you spend the rest of the day worrying about if they took it the wrong way bc of how it came out?
*casually posts finished art instead of wip’s finally*
This was my design for the jojo69min twitter prompt from yesterday and the theme was “humanize a stand’ so I picked Stone Free and this was the end result. I kinda’ like how it came out but idk about the bg though. Couldn’t really think of anything XD.
he looks weird without his goggles, and im not really used to him not having a forehead accessory, but here you go, anon. he kind of looks incredibly manic, and it’s totally one of those holy shit what the hell did i create moments, but hey, i had a lot of fun anyway. this was really cool to do, and i hope its good enough for the ask. i really appreciate the prompt, and it was so nice of you to request!
also looking at this again, i might go back and edit it because i forgot the blush marks, but honestly i don’t know if they’re needed necessarily? i knew i forgot something, but oh well.
I think one thing I really appreciate about Youtube is like… there are so many kind people on Youtube.
Hear me out. There are a lot of kids out there who don’t here much anything nice or positive about themselves, whether through familial neglect, school bullying or some form of maltreatment. Or on a lighter note, there are a lot of kids who would generally appreciate someone being interesting in what they are interested in, or teaching them about things they cannot learn about through school or at home.
Many youtubers, unlike any media personalities before them (except maybe Mr. Roberts type stuff), are genuinely personal and kind to their viewers, and they furthermore allow their viewers to get to know them as people at some deeper level. Many of them, like NigaHiga, have disclosed very personal parts of their lives to advise to their younger audiences, helping them cope with dificulties as they grow. Regardless of all this, kids love to watch people (especially “adults”) engage in things they enjoy. Anyone who’s worked with kids know they love it when you express interest in their interests. Whether it be Fandom Theory Videos (my favorite SU youtuber btw is Slice of Otaku), or Gamers, or FashionGuides, it allows kids to share in an experience with other people, and as toxic as youtube comment sections are, interact with other people.
Of course, I’m not saying the site is all love and roses. I know about some of the toxic, trashy or egotistical youtubers on the site, and I’m sure kids see the bad apples too, but as an adult I know I am genuinely deeply greatful to some of the youtubers I’ve followed for years, for some of the youtubers who have (impersonally) given me real life advice, and for some of the youtubers who have let me get to know them through my videos and taught me or made me laugh. I **know** that as kids go through the rollercoaster of growing up many can find anchors, support, and positivity on youtube and because of youtube when they are potentially in situations they cannot control and I am very grateful for that.
TL;DR: I know there are a lot of people who may be struggling one day or many days out there and I deeply appreciate how Youtubers help people - especially kids who don’t have many resources - cope, laugh and grow throughout life.