this was fun! trying to guess what the new Ducktales kids would behave like from the trailer and a more cynical/mean Gladstone from the good ole’ days- might be totally off the mark as to what they’ll turn out like but hey
you just do you i promise i wont judge you sweetie :)
*gets sensory overload, goes nonverbal, cant do something 'simple', has triggers, dissociates/loses touch with reality, experiences psychosis, has a meltdown, or anything else forcing them to confront the fact that i have actual mental disorders that deviate from their parameters of acceptably 'weird'*
LITERALLY WHAT HTE FUCK IS WRONG WITH Y-
Where did all those feelings go? People spend their whole lives looking for love. Poems and songs and entire novels are written about it. But how can you trust something that can end as suddenly as it begins?
Hello, I wanted to say the love children AU is pretty amazing. Also, don't take my request if it's unusual or inapropiate, but I would really like to see papa Yuuri. Greets.
hello!! thank you very much~ yesterday i was doodling older beka, so after seeing your message i thought, why not drawing all of them!!! and so i did
yuuri is pretty much the same, here in japan a lot of older men use long hair like idols… some of them are very hot, some of them are ridicolous……… but yuuri was already cute to begin with so no problems
once yuuri told victor that he really liked the longer hair he had when he was younger. bam, damage was done. he’s in a bit of a mid-life crisis now but at least he’s not getting bald like he was afraid of
yuri has long long hair but it will never admit why. beka loves passing his fingers through them so yuri likes them even more. he had them also when they had milo but had to cut them bc milo continued to pull them
beka is a gift from the gods and yuri loves that stubble so so so so much, he’s always nibbling and kissing his chin.
((man i’m not good at drawing older characters s forgive me if they just look barely different from their normal versions haha)
Genre: tattoed!yoongi, rapper!tyoongi,angst? fluff? smut, idk how to label this haha
word count: 16,212
warnings: graphic sexual content, alcohol, language
a/n: this is loosely based of Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. i am v nervous about this as it isn’t the usual angst fueled plot I normally write. so if it’s crap, please be kind haha. i’m tagging the lovely @dimplecoups because i know you’ve been waiting for this. and @2seoke for always being the best babe.
You looked in the mirror, making sure your face mask was properly in place. If you were going to look like a serial killer for the next 20 minutes, you at least wanted to look the part. Your bed was calling your name as you walked over to the soft mattress, choosing to ignore the missed calls and text messages from your best friend. This was the first Saturday night you had to yourself in months. No work. No brother. No best friend. You were free to do whatever you wanted.
Or at least that’s what you had originally intended. But as the door to your bedroom crashed open you soon realized that the night had other plans for you.
“Why haven’t you answered my calls?” your best friend Irene squealed as she plopped down at the foot of your bed. “It’s Saturday night and I know you don’t have to work tomorrow!”
You gave her a look. Well, you tried to give her a look to the best of your ability as the motions of your face was restricted by the sheet mask on top of it. “There’s a reason why I didn’t answer your calls. And just because my idiot brother gave you a key to our apartment doesn’t mean you can just waltz in here any time you want.”
Irene rolled her eyes, blowing a large bubble from the gum she was constantly chewing. She was clearly not amused at your disinterest on leaving your apartment tonight. You reached forward, popping it with your pointer finger. “You’re no fun, Y/N” she whined, collecting the gum back into her mouth.
“I can’t have fun when I’m always too busy taking care of you.” you quipped, reminding her of the last time the two of you went out. “I had to beg that cop not to give you a ticket for being drunk in public. Why aren’t you bothering my brother? I’m sure he would love to see you.”
So andavs is not quite ready to post her art version yet (we already checked, the mind meld factor is not high…), but I wanted to put this up because it is a special gift for obriensnipples! Primarily as a belated birthday present, because she wanted Derek mowing the lawn shirtless but also because rough times suck and I hope this fic helps with that even if only a little bit!
Stiles’ summer vacation does not start out well. In fact, it
starts out pretty poorly.
Okay, really, it’s a fucking disaster.
Because, Stiles is walking out of Beacon Hills High,
officially a Junior now that the final bell has rung, and he’s talking to Scott
who keeps insisting that Junior year will be the year that he will finally ask
Allison out and Scott has fallen behind to stare at her and Stiles keeps
walking because Scott will catch up eventually, though Stiles is keeping an eye
on him, and-
Well, that’s when he gets hit by a car.
Not just any car, though. No, when Stiles regains
consciousness and manages to blink away the dark spots that take up 90% of his
vision, he finds himself staring at the front of a black Camaro.
And the only black Camaro in Beacon Hills belongs to…
“Oh my god.” Derek Hale.
Derek Hale, the now-senior lacrosse player and subject of
almost all of Stiles’ dirtiest fantasies.
He groans. And it’s only partly from the pain.
“Stiles!” Scott sounds frantic. “I’m calling an ambulance.”
“I don’t need,” Stiles tries. And then stops. Because he
looks down to see his leg covered in blood and he has never liked blood and-
well, he doesn’t complain when Scott stands up with the phone pressed to his
“I’m sorry!” Derek Hale is saying and he sounds… angry? This
is not how Stiles wanted his first interaction with Derek Hale to go. “You
just- you just walked right into the road!”
“Dude,” Stiles replies, rubbing at his eye. “Are you really
blaming me for this?”
“Not blaming you,
I just- you walked right in front of me!”
“You hit me with your car!” Stiles winces at the sounds of
his own voice. It’s too loud. Everything is too loud.
When he opens his eyes again, Derek’s eyebrows are draw
together in concern.
“I’m sorry,” Derek repeats. It’s probably just the result of
Derek’s ridiculously attractive face and Stiles’ epic crush on the kid, but
Stiles forgives him instantly. Even though he’s getting colder by the second
and he’s pretty sure that’s not a good thing.
“Don’t worry about it,” he says, waving a hand and
regretting it when the motion hurts his leg somehow. “I’m sure I’m fine.”
*internally* I'm just a normal high school girl. I suck at math. I hate my parents. When someone asks me about my opinion on complex socioeconomic issues, I just go "What the heck!?" and start "texting" or something like that. My life would be just like yours, except for one thing: I have an amazing power... I can talk to cetaceans!
*at the docks, a bell tolls as our normal protagonist hears the voices of cetaceans bubbling in her mind*
*staring deeply into the ocean*
Ahoy! What're you doing?
Just staring into the oceanic abyss, thinking about how much I hate my parents. *internally* I have to keep my ability to speak to cetaceans secret or else... uh...
Haha, I feel that, friend. What a colorful life we teens live, our seaside environment awakening a rumbling darkness within ourselves of which we mull on our own with nothing but the unbounding depths of the ocean as our one escape. An escape which serves to only maim our fragile egos with newfound adolescent anxieties.
What are you even talking about?
I don't know. I haven't slept in a week. Let's go to the mall.
*at the mall*
*internally* My town might as well be called Lamesville. Nothing ever happens here, but the mall can be pretty fun. It's only place in the whole town with anything in it that isn't fish or excessive amounts of woodlice.
...So I'd just dance and I'd dance until my feet broke. When that happened, I'd just get up and dance on my broken feet. And I did this until they were raw and blood was everywhere. I kept waking up in the morning extremely exhausted after this dream. I decided to record myself one night and it turns out I was dancing in my sleep. I haven't slept since I saw that. *leans in close to the normal girl* I'm afraid of what I'll do in my sleep.
Wow, sounds weird... I guess. *sips coffee*
OMIGAWD! It's Chad Alphakid. He's coming this way!
*the normal girl and her best friend squee*
*externally* That's Chad Alphakid. Who is he? He's only the hottest most coolest boy in this entire lame city. I've been crushing on him since I was like twelve.
Did I just say that out loud!?
*sits at the table* Listen, I don't care what you or your friend think of me. I need help!
Have you murdered somebody?
Do you need a girlfriend?
No, it's the ocean. The sound of her waves crashing against the shore is like a faultless siren song. There isn't a single night where I don't have visions of floating within her cold embrace. The allure of her boundless depths beckon to me like a lover. I'm afraid that if I don't get help soon, I'll find myself taken away by her to a fate unknown.
*internally* Great, this is a chance to finally use my power to speak to cetaceans to my benefit! *externally* But why do you need us to help you?
You guys are the biggest fucking degenerate weirdos in this washed up town. If anyone knows how to deal with this, it's you two.
I'm not a weirdo! I'm a completely normal girl.
Dude, you fucking talk to fish.
You do talk to fish.
I don't talk to fish! *internally* I talk to cetaceans, they're mammals, not fish. Also, that's supposed to be a secret, dammit!
*at the shore*
Ah, Mother Ocean! Take me!! Take me!!! *attempts to run into the ocean, but gets held back by the normal girl and her best friend*
Simmer down, aqualad!
Why did you fools take me here, if not to release into the embrace of sweet Mother Ocean!?
We talked it over and we decided that the best way to get you over your obsession is make you hate the ocean.
Does it involve you talking to fish?
Yes, I mean no. I mean, fuck! Cetaceans aren't fish.
*the normal girl sits at the edge of shore, her eyes rolls up in her head as she proceeds to make fucked up porpoise sounds*
*falls over limp*
Does this mean that I'm free to wade into Mother Ocean and meet my fate among her ever chaotic waes?
*lets chad go* Yeah, dude. I'm too far gone to care about things anymore.
*strips off all of his clothes* Good. I now understand that there was no avoiding this. This was always a forgone conclusion. My fate is with the waves. Sayonara, weird best friend guy.
*runs into the ocean*
*kicks the normal girl's body* Guess she really is dead.
*walks home as the night encroaches* My closest friend is dead, and Chad is probably dead too. I wonder where my fate lies?
*yawns* Maybe I should go to sleep and just dance myself to death finally. No, I don't think I could go to sleep even if I wanted to anymore. I'm probably going to die from exhaustion in the next few days, not having felt rest or comfort again. Or maybe I'll just stay awake forever. I feel like I was supposed to have an epiphany here, or some type of awakening. But, there's nothing. I feel like everything I've ever done has been pointless. God, I'm just really tired.
*back at the shore*
*a gray fleshy version of the normal girl crawls halfway out of the porpoises mouth*
There goes my corpse! *drags her weird porpoise body towards the corpse* Why did I die with such a dumb expression on my face? Lame! I hope Chad didn't see.
*looks around with beady eyes* No one's here. I can finally do this.
*kisses her dead body on the lips* Blargh!
*spits out blood* I bit my tongue when I died. Gross. I guess I can cross making out with my dead body and becoming a mermaid off of my bucket list, though.
“Um I’m definitely not gay I’m looking at that other girl’s boobs because I want my boobs to look like that haha”
“I’m not gay I love guys!! Just because I’ve never met a guy in real life that I have ever wanted to come into physical contact with ever doesn’t mean I’m not A MegaHet!!! I love Chris Evans”
“I’m just not in a position in my life where I want to date any guys right now… nor have I ever been in a position where I want to date guys but I’m Straight I Promise”
“Thinking about having sex with other girls? That’s just things all straight girls do haha… Because I’m thinking about stuff that guys would find hot, obviously”
“Theoretically I could see myself with a faceless and featureless man who has no discernible human characteristics in the future! Haha my dream man, you ask? Uh, we’ll he’s got hair, a face, eyes probably…”
“No I Don’t Only Get Crushes On Unattainable Guys Who Will Never Like Me Back Cara Shut Your Mouth”
“Girls are just prettier than boys, you know? Because like, girls can wear makeup and stuff. Even though girls without makeup are still prettier than boys. This Is Heterosexual And Science Trust Me”
“Um haha yeah I like him but I don’t want to be around him or talk to him or touch him ever haha what do you mean that IS normal haha”
“Listen,, me having 18 girl crushes is Normal and Heterosexual who doesn’t wanna fuck Kristen Stewart”
“Um straight girls can also like Hayley Kiyoko”
“I don’t really think I wanna get married because I don’t want to be tied down?? I definitely wanna live with my lady best friend when I’m older though we can have sleepovers every night and cook together and cuddle while we watch movies haha she’s the best and I love her and never want to be without her ever. But ew I definitely don’t want to get married I’m scared of commitment haha”