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x-pair-o-dice-x · 10 months

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dice art jumpscare

was bored and couldn't get a scene out of my head, so i decided to draw it,, sksmksjsk. so, take this bit from an au i've barely touched on here,,, ckdnkdmdlsms. came up with the idea back in november last year.

#mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #my art #vore tw #<- kinda? he's. About to be eaten.#mawshot #giant!techno #tiny!ranboo #unnamed au 2 #couldn't get the lineart to look good so i decided to be lazy and keep the sketch on dkdndkxjkdjx #techno's supposed to have horns that look like a crown fkdjdkjdls #anyway don't worry about ranboo he's fineeeeeee

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rahleeyah · 2 years

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olivia benson in 24.3 mirror effect + that pinstripe suit

#law and order svu #svu #Olivia Benson #mariska hargitay #oliviabensonedit #svuedit #my gifs #baby girl #she looks so fineeeeeee

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hanniedream · 1 year

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about to turn into a shua stan soon 😮‍💨

#jeonghan look away #shua is so goddamn fineeeeeee #i need help #joshua #joshua hong #hjs #seventeen #svt

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lebrookestore · 2 years

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Okay, so I've been stuck on watching nct dance practices for a good while now, and I just gotta say, Taeyong in the Make A Wish dance practice...that boy is fiiiinnmeeee~ it's pretty high up there in my favourite looks of his 🌻

omg omg omg i was watching dance practices yesterday but i didn't watch make a wish's BUT I STILL KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT god he was so attractive throughout that dance practice?? like he absolutely outdanced everyone i am so sorry but it is true 🙏🏼 its a bit concerning how i know exactly what his outfit was even though i haven't watched it in so long like its the gray sweatshirt and those slightly flared jeans and his fluffy grey hair MAN.

#love him #he is so FINEEEEEEE #same i love the look #🌻 anon #(—💌: love letters)

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furyisms · 1 year

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@hopegained asked:

“ we’ve been played. “

Alarms blaring was more than enough to tell her just how screwed they were. Whoever had set off an alarm, Alisa had no idea; she hadn’t set any off crawling through the stupid ventilation shafts, and nothing had been set off from here. There had to be some kind of inside source, someone who had tipped the rest of the facility off to their arrival. It was the only answer that she could think of… and it seemed the rest of her team shared that sentiment.

“Jee, couldn’t tell,” Liss replied sarcastically over the comms, cursing under her breath. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. Here she was, deep in the facility, unarmed, after crawling through the stupid vents, and somehow someone had screwed them over. It couldn’t be one of the scientists; most of them were either dead, or they were cowering in the corner while she did her damnedest to figure out a way for them to get out of there.

Checking the security feeds that she could see, Liss brought up the schematics, checking where the alarms were. Not anywhere near their position, yet there were guards moving in on them. She could see another alarm, near the entrance she’d opened for the rest of their team—led by Eron, no less—to get into the facility for assistance, but right now she felt like she was a sitting duck.

“I hope you’re moving a lot faster than these damn guards are, because if you’re not, I’m about to be up shit creek without a paddle if you’re not!” Not that she couldn’t do anything unarmed—she was a talented biotic, after all—but damn it if she didn’t feel like things were going to be very difficult if she didn’t at least have a gun for the moment she was going to need it.

At least she wouldn’t be difficult to find: the sound of explosions—and not the fiery kind, but the sound of volatile biotic chain-reactions—would be enough of a signal.

#me2. ❖﹙ you were a comet and i lost it ⋄ watching for comets will i see you again? ﹚#ok so i had A Thought™️ since you mentioned him looking into cerberus a lot #cause Lissa in her OC verse does that a lot in the ME2 era #& one of her N7 missions was to lead a team to infiltrate a facility #(it involved her crawling unarmed in a tiny ventilation shaft… he can make fun of her for that later he has full permission LOL)#but yeah thinking maybe he was part of that?#i’m feeling combat vibes sdlkljklf #also i lack her combat icons sdkljlkjf i need to make more for her but it’s fineeeeeee #...i will. eventually. lmao

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tiredofthehumanlife · 2 months

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Fuck your boyfriend, he’s a bitch.

Barbie dolls: Mattheo riddle x you

Word count: 3k-ish

Summary: your boyfriend Cormac is a piece of shit and Mattheo is tired of him totally most definitely not inspired by this sound

Warnings: Theo is called a spaghetti whore?, Cormac sucks, reader gets called a bitch, you’re friends with Pansy and she knows a lot of girls, Mattheo mentions sex, Cheating on Cormac’s side and then kinda cheating with reader bc theyre like flirtyish with Mattheo but its fineeeeeee, honestly Cormac’s kinda abusive, it gets kinda extra fanficy at the end but just consider it camp, reader punches Cormac :0, i think that’s it tbh

Your relationship with Cormac McLaggen had started as any relationship in Hogwarts did, a trip to Hogsmeade. You thought he was cute and he seemed sweet enough. So you continued to date him, much to your friends dismay. Draco complained about McLaggen's house. Blaise pointed out his habit of making obscene sexual comments to just about every girl who would breathe near him. Theo explained the time that he ran into McLaggen and Cormac called him a "spaghetti whore." Theo had a few choice words about Cormac, getting so heated he slipped entirely into Italian. You only picked up on a few words you remembered him teaching you in third year, none of which you would translate out loud. Pansy mentioned how he "sucked ass" at Quidditch. Lorenzo told you the filthiest rumors you've ever heard and truly wondered where he heard them. You were a little upset that all your friends disapproved of your new boyfriend. Mattheo had stayed silent the second Cormac's name slipped off your tongue. You turned to him, staring at him. Mattheo clicked his tongue. You didn't need him to say anything, rolling your eyes. You stood up, leaving the Slytherin common room all together.

After that your relationship was a touchy subject in your friend group. Often you'd all just ignore it entirely. When Cormac would interrupt, which was more frequent than you liked, everyone would fall silent and glare at him as he tugged you out of your seat. Though sometimes they would bring it up with you, every one of them always had some bad words to say about your boyfriend. Everyone, except Mattheo. He never spoke about it. Though that didn't mean Mattheo's point wasn't known. Often if Cormac's face was shown or even mentioned, all of a sudden Mattheo went silent. He was clenching his jaw, rolling his eyes, and clicking his tongue every two minutes. If he wasn't showing his hatred physically, Lorenzo or Theo would be reporting back to you. Theo always told you all the distasteful names Mattheo called Cormac. Lorenzo always told you the different ways Mattheo planned on torturing your boyfriend. No matter what he told the boys, Mattheo never said anything to you.

Until now.

You had planned on spending the weekend with your friends, whether that meant a sleepover, almost sacrificing Draco, or teaching Theo how to play charades. You thought it would be fine by Cormac because he never asked you out or made plans with you. You had a spectacular time with them. Just one hour with your friends and you were already feeling the stresses of your school week wash away. All of you laying in the courtyard grass as Draco ranted about his god awful experiences this week. Theo popping in his opinion every few minutes but the group was still filled with laughs and giggles. You were sat at the bottom of the tree you were all scattered around. It was peaceful and happy until you heard someone stopping towards you, the shuffling of a bulky Quidditch uniform. You peered around the tree to see Cormac storming towards you. Your friends noticed your sudden stiffness, looking to the source of the noise. You heard most of them groan.

"Not this bitch again." Blaise muttered.

"Stronzo" Theo whispered under his breath.

"I have got to get my father to hire an assassin." You rolled your eyes at Draco. You heard the muttering of Cormac approaching closer to you. He finally reached you, tapping you roughly on your shoulder. You looked up at him and smiled.

"Why hello, lovely boyfriend. Whatever can I do for you?" You wished your friends had chuckled or laughed but they all winced.

"Save it." Cormac grunted, pulling you up by your forearm. You quickly grabbed the strap to your bag, hauling it over your shoulder. Cormac noticed his glaring crowd of Slytherins. He leaned into your ear before angrily whispering to you.

"What happened to watching your Lovely boyfriend at Quidditch practice? Hm? 'Stead of watching me you're over here dicking around with your freak friends."

"Don't call them freaks."

"Shut up, do not interrupt me when I'm talking. You know my family has a saying? If a bitch doesn't know their place, beat them into it-" Cormac's grip on your arm tightened. You glanced down at his knuckles whitening.

"That's enough out of you Cormac." You looked up at Mattheo. This was truly the first time he said something disapproving of Cormac in front of you. Cormac rolled his eyes, tugging on your arm for you to follow him.

"Release their arm, you incomplete little dickhead." Pansy said, standing up next to Mattheo. You glanced around as all of your friends began to stand up. You suddenly felt like you were watching a children's movie and they were all going to break into song and dance. You wrenched your arm out of Cormac's grasp, stomping off to the Quidditch pitch. Cormac chasing after you and chiding you. You watched Cormac's practice, you cheered, and you ignored your friends for two days straight.

When you did return to them they didn't mention your boyfriend but they kept reminding you of how they supported you. Draco told you he'd hire a very good assassin for you if you gave him the word. No one mentioned Cormac's name but all of a sudden your friends were mentioning their deadliness. You told them you could handle yourself. You didn't need your friends to fight your battles. Sure Cormac said some odd things but it had been a particularly bad day for him. He treated you greatly but he just had a rough time and mishandled it that day. Pansy told you on your next birthday she was gifting you with Cormac's skull. Through all of their planned homicides, Mattheo stayed quiet.

At first you appreciated his silence because at least he wasn't telling you how he'd brutally murder your boyfriend. Now you were annoyed. You used to talk to him all the time, spending all your free time with him. Now Mattheo couldn't even look you in your eye when Cormac was mentioned. With more of Cormac’s appearances, the less Mattheo talked to you. Not only was he neglecting your friendship now he was neglecting to speak to you. You were starting to wish he'd tell you all the ways he'd decapatate Cormac just so he'd talk to you. So you hung out with your friends less. Their constant gorey talk and Mattheo's silence just made it difficult for you to sit through a conversation with them.

It'd been weeks since you last talked to them. You missed them but you had a feeling if you returned they'd make a stink about it. You saw them in the halls while Comarc walked you to wherever he wanted. Mattheo always grimaced at Cormac's hand on the back of your neck, dodging your eyes. Cormac seemed to trip suddenly when Pansy reached into her pocket. So you avoided them like the plague.

Weeks later, You placed your books back where you found them, humming to yourself. You had spent the whole day in the library. You sat in the window nook. Your stacks of read books growing taller around you. You didn't fully finish most of them but you skimmed them and that was enough for you. It felt nice to be alone and peaceful. No Cormac. No Mattheo. No drama. No Quidditch practice. No "oh come watch me arm wrestle Fred Weasley I'm going to beat him." And then lose nonsense. Just you, a peaceful room, and a good couple hundred of books.

"Hey baby, come here often?" And in comes Mattheo. You glanced behind yourself. He was leaning against a bookshelf, looking through the titles of your books.

"Oooh sorry handsome, I have a boyfriend. Awe." He smiled at you, happy to have you joking back with him. Mattheo rolled his eyes at you, remembering that you mentioned Cormac.

"Fuck your boyfriend. He's a bitch. You can do better." You sighed picking up more off your floating stack of books. You did not respond. Mattheo followed after you, taking a few books off the top himself.

"You know how at store if you buy something you can return it and swap it out for a new one? You can do that with your funk ass boyfriend too."

"Mm hm yeah, whatever you say Matty." You flicked your wand. Your books flying off the stack back towards their home. Mattheo held his stack out towards you. You snatched the books out of his hands, sending them back to their original spot.

"Come on, baby. We miss you. Not your skank ass boyfriend but that's besides the point. Come on are you really going to cut your friends out because your boyfriend is all "be my slave, suck my dick, make me dinner my tummy's rumbling"?" Mattheo stuck his arms out and wobbled like a zombie as he mocked Cormac. You deadpanned at him.

"Yes. That is exactly how my partner treats me." You said laced with severe sarcasm. Mattheo pointed at you.

"See. I'm glad you've realized that. But seriously, there's no way he treats you well. His middle name is Cornelius." You glared at Mattheo as you finished putting back your last book. You stifled your laugh and schooled your features. Mattheo caught it though, his grin growing.

"I mean does he even listen to the Smiths thinking of you?"

"Which one? Girlfriend in a Coma?" Mattheo’s face fell as he glared at you. Not the same one he sent to Cormac, this one was softer around the edges.

"Ha. Ha. Baby, come on. Does he even fantasize about your future together? Does he even get sick to his stomach thinking of how much he cares for you? Does he ever just look at you? To watch how pretty you are? Or does he just look at you when you can give him something?" You thought for a moment. You started to realize how little Cormac actually did for you. You covered up your concerns with a bright smile.

"Don't you have friends? Or do you only bother poor defenseless people in the library?" Mattheo rolled his eyes. He leaned against the table behind him.

"Mm hm. Listen baby, you can call me if you need anything. To beat up your-"

"Just say boyfriend"

"Punk ass boyfriend, if you feel lonely, if you need to get rid of a body, if McLaggen can't figure out how to make you cum and you need a very enthusiastic dildo, if you want arsenic to kill McLaggen, whatever I'm here for you." Mattheo gently grabbed your wrist and tugged you closer to him. He rubbed your back as he stared up at you with puppy eyes.

“If he hears you talking like that I think he’ll have your head.” You whispered to him. Mattheo shrugged. You intertwined your fingers behind Mattheo’s head. His fingers gently tracing shapes on your back. Cormac was never gentle. He always tapped you a little too hard, pulled you roughly, yanked on your clothes until you heard stitches pop. Mattheo would take his time with you while Cormac would always try to get something out of you the fastest. He always felt like he was racing against his own personal best to see how fast he could ruin your day. Mattheo tilted his head gaining your attention again.

“Could not care less about that little-“ you pressed your finger to his lips. Mattheo closed his mouth.

“I have to go.”

“To him?” You rolled your eyes at Mattheo.

“Yes I have to go, I have a date with my boyfriend.” Mattheo nodded. Just as you were about to pass him entirely, he reached out and caught your wrist.

“If he says anything to you, I mean anything. Friendly reminder; I keep my wand with me and I’m fully ready to Avada McLaggen.” It felt strange with him saying such terrible things while staring at you with such warm eyes.

“I love it when you talk dirty.” You whispered. Mattheo groaned and released your hand. He stood up from his seat on the table and disappeared behind the bookshelves. You smiled as you left to Library off to your date.

You truly tried to ignore Mattheo’s words. It’s like when you walk into someone’s home and all you smell is dog but they can’t smell anything. You become so accustomed to the smell you don’t even recognize it. Well Cormac’s shameful behavior was the dog smell and Mattheo was pointing it out. All of a sudden you started noticing things. You saw how anytime you decided to do something on your own he’d get upset. Asking if you were going to go see your “freaky Slytherin friends”. He never looked at you unless he was thinking about undressing you. You always felt cold under his eyes like you were vulnerable. Mattheo was right, McLaggen sucked. So you decided that was it. Only problem was figuring out how to end it.

You sent Pansy a long winded letter, apologizing to her and the boys, begging, crying, and plotting your breakup. You watched her as she stared at the letter on her plate from Cormac’s side. Cormac was squeezing your shoulder, always a little too hard. As Pansy started reading while pushing the nosey boys away, a smile grew. When she finished the letter she glanced over at you. Pansy grinned at you as hid your smile with McLaggen’s cloak. Pansy denied showing the boys her private letter, stuffing it into her pocket. She met you where you told her to in your letter and you both spent the night plotting. Pansy knew a girl, who knew a girl, who knew a girl, who knew a girl, who knew a girl, and that girl knew McLaggen. According to Pansy’s informants McLaggen has a crush on some Ravenclaw. Luckily Pansy also knew this girl. Pansy seemed to know a lot of girls. Pansy talked to this Ravenclaw and this Ravenclaw happened to be what Pansy would call a “girls girl.”

Here’s the plan: Ravenclaw Girl will wear her best dress. You will convince Cormac to go to this party. You’ll ask him to go get you a drink. At the drink station, Ravenclaw Girl will flirt with Cormac. He’s utter garbage so of course he’ll reciprocate. Ravenclaw Girl will ask him to follow her up to her room. You’ll wait a couple minutes and all of a sudden oh no where ever has your boyfriend gone best go look for him and now you’ve walked in on your unfaithful lover. Stage a scene in front of everyone, he probably calls you a couple bad names, you breakup and you’re back in business. You’ll be back with your freaky slytherin friends, flirting with Mattheo as friends of course, and calling Cormac every atrocious name in the book.

So the night of the party you dress in the best outfit you knew Cormac wouldn’t fuss about. It was going to be a great terrible night. You hadn’t felt this much excitement since before your god awful relationship started. Cormac complained about the stairs as you both made your way to the party. The music was too loud, the lights were too bright, the people stank too much, but nothing could bring you down. You were beaming even though you spent the first hour sitting on a blue velvet couch tucked under Cormac’s arm. Finally, you pointed out to Cormac you were a little thirsty. He groaned and stood up, moving to the drinks. You watched him from across the room. A beautiful girl with braids that turned blue at the ends approached him.

You understood Cormac’s attraction, she was stunning. Her hair reached just past the small of her back. She had dramatic, sweeping, bright blue winged eyeliner and a blue dress that swayed with her movements. It stopped at her mid thigh, trimmed with black lace. You would cheat on Cormac with her any day. You smothered your grin as you saw her gently tug him up the stairs of the girls dormitroys.

You waited a few minutes. You caught Pansy’s eyes across the room. She gave you a sinful grin and mimicked it. You looked around you. “Searching” for your faithful boyfriend.

“Oh boyfriend, where have you gone? Boyfriend where ever did you go? Oh no I can’t seem to find my lovely boyfriend, Cormac. Best go check the dorms.” You whispered to yourself. You stood and slowly made your way upstairs. You wanted to give Cormac plenty of time to get comfortable with Ravenclaw Girl. You flung open the door Ravenclaw Girl had marked with her necklace around the handle. Cormac had his tongue down her throat his hands squeezing her thighs. You gasped loudly.

“Oh. My. God.” The girl pulled back and gasped just as you did. She covered her mouth with her hands. Cormac spun around and his face fell when he looked at you. He tried to explain this away but all his excuses sounded like an extravagant way to say I tripped and fell I didn’t mean to. You let him have it. You screamed at him. You pulled out the waterworks. You stormed away from him. He followed you still trying to explain this whole situation away. The girl followed after him wanting to see this up close and personal. You spun around when you reached the middle of the stairs, visible to everyone. You called him every name in the book.

“You lying, cheating, filthy, disgusting, revolting, bastard.” You raised an octave with each insult. You saw the people around you turn to look out of the corner of your eye. Cormac tried to get a word in but you cut him off . You spilled everything how he had you working, spending all your time taking care of him and he couldn’t even have the decency to be faithful. Pansy joined you at your side, rubbing your back and glaring at Cormac. You kept yelling and scolding halfway through you noticed most of the crowd had gathered around. You kept shouting and when you finally let everything out you stared at Cormac as you caught your breath. He opened his mouth the second you closed yours. Cormac called you every degrading name he could think of. It didn’t bother you, he said them all before. Then he said it, he crossed the line.

“You hate yourself so much instead of being with a high value male like myself you’d rather fuck the disgusting freak that is Voldemort’s child” You felt your blood boil. You were going to kill Cormac McLaggen. Just not today, maybe tomorrow. You swung and hit him in the nose. Cormac’s head shot back as he quickly gripped his nose. The crowd oooed. Pansy gasped and let out an excited squeal. You heard your friends cheering.

“That’s my fucking girl.” You rolled your eyes at Mattheo’s yells and turned towards Pansy.

“Ready to go?” She nodded. As you turned to walk away Cormac spoke up from his place leaning on the stairs banister.

“I’ll gut you like a fish, and keep your-“ Mattheo’s drink flew at McLaggen’s face, drenching him.

“God just shut your mouth already.” Mattheo added, joining you at your side. The rest of the boys followed after you each stopping by McLaggen to toss in an insult. Blaise had to drag Theo away. Apparently that spaghetti whore comment still made his blood boil. Even the Ravenclaw Girl tossed in one, following after your group.

“You’re really hot when you punched your boyfriend in the face.” Mattheo whispered next to your ear as you all pushed through the crowd.

“Ex-boyfriend. And trust me I know.” You patted Mathheo’s cheek.

#mattheo x you #mattheo x y/n #mattheoxreader #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x male reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #slytherin boys x you #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys #slytherin

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footballerimaginess · 7 months

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Spiders

Footballer Imaginess Does Halloween Pablo Gavi Word Count: 388 You and Pablo were having a cosy autumn evening, the weather was starting to become a little chilly. This was one of your favourite time of the year.

"This is so cosy" you muttered as you had just finished putting the autumnal scented candles on which smelt just like a pumpkin spice latte which was lovely. "It is, but that candle is not nice" you gasp out loud as Pablo disrespected the candle. "Well shall i get the other one out and let you smell them if you don't like it?" you ask as you opened up the cupboard where the candles were stored. As Pablo got up and opened the cupboard where Pablo jumped backwards as he screamed. "What's wrong?" you asked him as he pointed straight into the cupboard. "That must be the biggest spider I have ever seen in my fucking life, no that is disgusting" Pablo squealed as he slammed the cupboard shut and ran back to the sofa. "So not getting a candle out?" you asked as he rolled his eyes straight at you. "No I am not going in that cupboard, that was huge. It probably will multiply by the time you open that cupboard again. Keep it shut forever" Pablo folded his arms across his chest. "Nooo I want my candle on, shall I be big and brave and get rid of it for you?" you asked as you let out a giggle. Having never seen Pablo scared of anything before, you knew that a spider prank was coming out soon just to piss of Pablo. "Well don't think I will be helping you when that spider bites you because I am never opening that cupboard ever again" Pablo moaned. "Fine, you do that but you know there is one right behind you" you laughed as you watched him squeal as he jumped straight out of his chair and ran around as he watched around him. "I. Hate. You." he said through gritted teeth as he dramatically clutched his chest tight. "You are so easy to annoy its hilarious Pablo, now stop being a scaredy cat and let's finish watching a movie" you sat back down on the sofa as you watched Pablo still looking on edge about all the spiders. "Fineeeeeee" Pablo huffed as he sat down on the sofa.

#footballerimaginessdoeshalloween #31daysofhalloween #football imagines #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi x reader #football imagine #football x reader #football one shots #football one shot #futbol imagines #futbol imagine

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33darling · 3 months

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NEW WILSON SKIN !!!! HE'S SO FINEEEEEEE maybe it looks a bit crusty and plastic in game but i love him anyway

sketch and lineart under cut

#art #dst #darin art #dst fanart #dst wilson #don't starve together #don't starve #dontstarve #dont starve wilson #wilson dst #wilson p higgsbury #wilson percival higgsbury #masquerade

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0ppiateslove · 10 months

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IG POSTS JACK CHAMPION 🌷✨ (f!reader, uses she/her pronouns)

Summary:

This is basically just Jacks fans reacting to you posting a picture of him on Instagram and they go crazy because well you fr just posted a picture of Jack in bed with you read to him and he’s just fallen asleep and another of him holding your hand.

Genre: Fluff✨

Liked by jackchampion and others.

y/n.l/n tagged jackchampion.

he’s so pookie…💗✨

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📌: jackchampion: should I be offended by being called a pookie? y/n.l/n: @jackchampion naurrrr you’re fineeeeeee jackchampion liked this comment

jackchampion: YOU SAID YOU WOULDNG POST THAT YOU WENCH!!! ☹️☹️☹️. y/.l/n likes this comment

y/n.l/n: @jackchampion did you just call me a wench? 💀💀💀 AND SHUT UP J DID NOT!!! 😡😡 I still love you doe 💗✨. jackchampion liked this comment.

jackchampmylove: BRO WHO IS YOU?

katiexoxo: bro fr got Jack sleeping on him

Jackschampion: Wait does this mean I don’t have a chance 💀💀💀

evelynco: ew…who reads nowadays? Jack is my pookie.

y/n.l/n: @evelynco smart people 🩷✨

jackchampmylove: BRO 💀💀💀

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Y/n’s phone kept beeping as people kept liking and commenting on her post of Jack. If she had known this would’ve been the outcome she would not have posted that she sighed as she played with Jacks soft brown locks and she kisses his fore head. Jack was once again currently asleep as she had just finished reading to him.

“baby..you’re phone is too loud…” Jack said as he gets disturbed by the notifications from Y/n’s phone, he snuggles closer to Y/n’s side and drapes one of his strong arms over her stomach hugging her tightly. Y/n turns the ringer off her phone so it wouldn’t disturb Jack and she kisses his forehead once again mumbling an apology for the loud noise.

“baby?” Jack asked looking up at Y/n who was still reading her book.

“yes?” She says as she looked down to meet his eyes. “Can you please keep reading for me?” Y/n smiled and giggled as she nods and starts to read to him making Jack fall asleep once again in his girlfriends loving arms…

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#jack champion #jack champion fluff #jack champion x reader #ethan landry #spider socorro #jack champion x y/n #jack champion imagine.#Jack champion is pookie.

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spopsalt · 3 months

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C//A stans love to act as if the 2 hurt EACH OTHER when it was just Catra doing the hurting. If anything claim of “hurting each other” only applies to Catra and Hordak (And I’m not speaking from a shipping standpoint with the latter). Hordak asphyxiated Catra and sent her to the Crimson Waste. Catra stole the LUVD crystal from Hordak and lied about what happened to Entrapta (But with that said, as pointed out by a commenter to one of my previous asks, the latter was framed as “Girlboss TM” moment when it was anything but, and the former was rightly framed as bad)

Thank you! Don't get me wrong, Hordak asphyxiating Catra is fucked up, and it's good that the show frames it as bad, but Catra taking the luvd crystal from Hordak is basically like taking a wheelchair away from a person with broken legs, you'd expect it to be framed as bad, but noooo she's a cool girlboss, look at how cool she is stealing what a disabled person needs to function! Isn't she so hot lol. Catra also sends Entrapta to the crimson waste just like Hordak did, but when Catra does it it's fineeeeeee, what if Entrapta did return and Hordak turned her away or even killed her since Catra lied, nope it's fine because Catra feels bad!

#anti spop #spop discourse #spop salt #spop crit #anti catra #spop criticism #spop critical

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eenadu-varthalu · 1 year

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HOLY SHIT HE LOOKS SO FINEEEEEEE 🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽

#someone please throw some holy water on me #this is making me feel things #🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠#ram charan #rrr

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jupiter-soups · 10 months

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summer camp sadness

synopsis: when it’s Sarah's first time away from home for overnight summer camp, Joel is unprepared for the wave of emotions that overtake him.

tags: fluff, single dad!joel, no outbreak!au, joel just generally needing consolation that sarah is still his baby girl

word count: 2.3k

a/n: this was written for the pedro pascal cinematic universe discord server fest!!!! please feel free to join in and write something too, or just join the server and have a good time as we talk about all of our favourite dilfs!! link: https://discord.gg/2SBkmdbp

anyways, this is just a cute little oneshot because i just know that Joel would be struggling with his little girl growing up. also this is set in like 2010-ish? they’re the same ages as the show, i just wanted to make a 2009 reference lol. enjoy!!!!!

“And you have Uncle Tommy’s number written down too?” He asks for easily the thirteenth time since they had begun the four hour journey to Camp Yaupon, while fussing with the zip on his daughter’s baby blue puffer jacket as she stands in front of him.

The curly-haired girl lets out a drawn out groan in response, shifting a few steps back to get out of his nervous grip, “Yes, dad, I have his number, I have your number, I have the neighbor’s number, please, can I just go? Before everyone else makes friends without me?” She’s practically bouncing where she stands from the nervous energy, beyond eager to head in and begin the next three weeks of soccer, crafts, and female friendship.

He loosens his grip on her jacket and nods solemnly, clearly running through a mental list of questions to find any reason to extend this goodbye. When he comes up empty, he grabs her and pulls her into a huge bear hug, practically lifting the girl from the ground in his embrace.

“Dadddddddd,” She groans, trying to pull away with a sheepish, embarrassed expression, as if she was praying that the other girls didn’t see this moment of affection. He had explicitly promised that he would be cool when they got there. She should have known better when he began to tear up as her Hannah Montana: The Movie soundtrack CD began to play ‘Butterfly Fly Away,’. “I need to gooooooooo, it’s fineeeeeee” She drags out, awkwardly patting him on the back.

With her embarrassed tone, he finally pulls away with a small sniff, and rubs his hand across his face as if he was merely affected by hayfever from being parked out near the woods.

“Sorry, darlin’,” He chuckles awkwardly to play off his emotional outburst, “Of course it’ll be fine, just…you’ll be so far away, is all.” The girl’s eyes widen in panic as she spots the redness in his eyes and realises that it is very likely that he is about to start up again. She chooses to pat him on the arm a few times with a warning look, as if to say ‘get it together, old man.’

“Alright, alright. I get it. You have fun now, sweetie. Call me before bed, okay?”

He watches as she scampers off before she pauses briefly, trying to decide which group of teen girls she should approach. He swallows dryly, trying to fight the pinching in his eyes as the sinking feeling that he was really about to be without her for three whole weeks began to swallow him up again.

You stood a good dozen feet away from him with your own daughter, Ellie, who was rolling her eyes at you. “Come on, Els, if you don’t put it on I can’t let you go and get settled. It’s a four hour drive back, just let me go home already.” You insist, doing your best puppy dog eyes as you hold out the bottle of sunscreen at her.

“Fine,” She gives in, snatching the bottle with an overexaggerated glare that makes you giggle at her fake misery. She begins to slather it onto her face, making noises of disgust at the scent, before complaining “Y’know the second you go home, this bottle is going straight in the trash, right?”

“Ellie. Humor me, just this once,” You say, deadpan, causing the girl to snicker.

“I apologise, mother, I shall be sure to apply the sunscreen diligently every six hours, as per your wishes,” She says in a fake English accent, grinning at the way your eyes narrow in displeasure.

“I’m sure it’ll be real funny when I never come and pick you up,” You say, dead serious, before breaking to swipe off a remnant stripe of white sunscreen from the side of her cheek.

“Come here,” You give her a quick hug, knowing not to overdo it and embarrass her. “You’re gonna be careful, and call me if anything bad happens, right?” You press a small kiss to her forehead, immediately making a disgusted face at the remnants of sunscreen, something that Ellie notices and cackles at.

As Ellie skips away to the friend that waves at her with their full body, you watch with a smile, trying to will away the tears that threaten to fall. This wasn’t new for you, but it was still a strange feeling, knowing that your girl wouldn’t be waiting for you at home. From the corner of your eye, you spot a similar scene unfold.

A man, watching his daughter leave, with that very familiar look of sheer panic marring his pretty face. You had been there before. You approach him carefully, noting the way his fists were clenching and unclenching by his sides in some sort of attempt at containing his emotions.

You cough slightly to make him aware of your location, feeling sort of guilty at the way he was caught off guard, flinching at your presence. “First time?” You ask, a small comforting smile adorning your lips.

He lets out a slightly pained huff of a laugh, looking back at where his daughter was now sitting at the picnic table, “That obvious, huh.” His voice is small at this moment, before he suddenly seems to snap out of it and clears his throat. He stands up straighter and rubs a hand on the nape of his neck, trying to laugh it off more convincingly this time. The way his eyelashes were slightly wet gave him away.

“Guess I’ll get used to it.” He says resolutely, as if he was willing it to be true. He sticks out a large hand as he introduces himself, and you take it, shaking it twice. “Joel Miller, Sarah’s dad.” He pauses before remembering, “Oh, uh- That’s Sarah.” He gestures over to the cute tween girl now animatedly talking to your own daughter. You grin at the sight.

“Oh, I am so sorry. She seems to have met my spawn, Ellie. That’s her over there,” You point at the girl who had somehow stood on the table in the two seconds it took for you to point her out. His genuine laugh warms you, and it takes you a second to remember to introduce yourself. He squints slightly as you say your name.

“Anderson Middle School, down in Austin?” He questions to your surprise.

“Uh- yeah. Ellie’s just left their eighth grade class. Have we met before?”

“No, not really. I just-uh. Think I’ve seen you before, at a PTA event. You were complaining about the girls soccer team getting their budget cut, if I remember correctly.”

“Yes, that was me!” You confirm, “It did fuck all to help, but Ellie was proud of me for telling the superintendent to go to hell. So, that was nice. Did get banned from any and all following meetings, though.” You grimace at the awkward memory.

He chuckles, and you both fall into a comfortable silence watching your kids laugh with each other. Ellie was now sitting cross legged on top of the table, and Sarah must have been telling her a joke given how you could hear their laughter all the way where you were standing.

As the bell begins to clang, indicating that it was time for the campers to head on inside and that parents could finally head home, you notice Joel tense up beside you. A glance to your left proved that your suspicion that he was not handling this well was correct, as you saw the way redness was rising up his neck and into his face. He chews on his lips as he watches the girls pass through the cabin doors, finally out of his eyesight.

“Hey, it’ll be alright,” You can’t help yourself from comforting him, feeling the pain that you felt just last year when it had been Ellie’s turn to stay at an overnight camp for the first time. His bashful expression as he looked up at you with tears forming in his eyes melted your heart and you pressed a gentle hand against his firm shoulder, rubbing comforting circles.

“I promise, it’ll get easier. Last year, I was so scared to be all alone in that empty house without my Els, but it’s not too bad. Especially once you remember how nice it is to be able to day drink.” You joke, trying to lift his mood.

He chuckles once, and tries to straighten himself up, squaring his shoulders and turning his head away from you to wipe at his eyes quickly before turning back. “Just goin’ to be weird. So used to her yapping on about her little boy bands. Three whole weeks without her,” He trails off and lets out an exhausted sigh, “Goin’ to be weird.” He repeats to himself quietly.

“Single dad?” You ask, recognising that bitter fear of loneliness that you yourself had experienced many times in the process of raising a daughter on your own. He nods slowly, and turns to face you, seeming to finally have given up staring at the door that Sarah disappeared through.

“Jus’ been me and her, goin’ on eleven years now.” He confirms, seeming to have slightly pulled himself together. He sort of looks you up and down for a second, before asking “What about you? Single?” He hesitates before stuttering out, “Single mom, I mean.”

“Yep, just me and Ellie since she was four.” It’s in this moment that you realise you're still holding on to his shoulder absentmindedly, and you quickly withdraw your hand to your side. God, his shoulders were broad and firm. His face did seem a little brighter, too, and it looked good on him.

“I know it can be hard to deal with when they first start to have a little independence, but there’s good to it as well. You get to have a little independence, too. And, I can say from experience that she’s not suddenly going to stop needing you. She’ll probably be on the phone to you before you know it.”

“You’re right, I know. It’s just,-” He sighs, his slightly defeated tone still persevering in a way that told you that he had been wallowing in this for a while, “How can you know that? That she’ll still need me or want to call me. What if I go home, and she’s having so much fun that I don’t hear from her for the entire three weeks,”

You gesture to the ground beside him, to a pink backpack you noticed just a moment before, “Well, for starters, she’ll need to call you when she realises that she forgot that. Unless you’re the Hello Kitty fan in the family?” You tease gently, unable to hold back your laugh at the exasperated look on his face at his daughter's forgetfulness. Ah, the duality of being a parent.

“God damnit, Sarah,” He frowns as he picks up the backpack, shaking his head in disbelief. “She would forget her own head if it wasn’t attached to her neck.”

“See? She needs you.” You affirm, giving him an encouraging nod.

He chuckles, and the lingering sadness in his eyes seems to dissipate at the realisation that you were right. “Thank you,” he murmurs quietly, reaching out to give your forearm an appreciative squeeze. The sensation made heat rise to your face, and so you’re grateful when he turns around and begins to jog up to the cabin.

You watch for a moment, before turning around yourself and heading to your car. As much as you wanted to stay and talk to Joel, it was probably best to start the long drive back without letting yourself linger in the way his smile made you feel.

As you take your seat behind the steering wheel and begin to buckle yourself in, you think about how the handsome man looked you up and down, letting his eyes linger for a second too long on your body before they returned to your face. Tapping your fingernails against the steering wheel for a couple of minutes, you considered if maybe you should have hung back for just a moment longer, before deciding that you were probably overthinking things.

You practically jump out of your skin at the urgent rapping of knuckles against the car window next to you. You see Joel standing there, chest slightly heaving as if he was out of breath. The window squeaks as you roll it down to face him while he leans down to speak to you once more.

“Sorry, I-uh,” He swallows nervously, and takes a second to catch his breath, “I didn’t realise that you went back to your car– I just. Would it be alright if I got your number?” He asks in a rush, holding out a beat up old blackberry that had its battery duct taped in.

He must have sensed your confusion as he quickly continues, “It’s just. What you said, about independence. Maybe I should make the most of some time alone. Maybe…I don’t know, I could take you out, or somethin’” The way he shifted his weight nervously despite the casual words he used made you want to giggle at his expense.

“Really? You’re not going to be too busy moping around?” You tease, despite taking the phone from his hand and beginning to type in your own number.

He laughs sort of breathlessly, relief tinging his words as he explains “The second I walked in there she ran over and gave me a big hug. Said she missed me already.” He didn’t bother fighting the grin on his face, “Couldn’ bring myself to tell her off for forgetting her bag.”

You laugh as you pass his phone back to him, heart beating faster as your fingertips brushed in the exchange of the device.

“I’ll be fine,” He says, tone sure and even, as he looks at your number with a soft smile. “Really.”

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