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#i genuinely think the fit was cute
stick-by-me · 3 months
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The party is all here!
New follower sticker for: @rexalogy!
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youjibyers · 11 months
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Honestly this sounds ridiculous but sometimes I think the constant bowl cut jokes that the ga and reddit make about Will are basically them just coping and seething at the idea of Will being an actually important character. It’s like every time they only choose to focus on how silly they think his haircut is, they progressively devalue his character and take him less and less seriously. And it kinda seems like they’re just trying to convince themselves that Will could not possibly be important to the narrative, could not possibly be explored in a deep and significant way-not because they correctly understand the story but because they really do not want a gay male character to be focused on in “their” show. The amount of attention Will and his sexuality get already is probably too much for some of them.
Because stranger things is so mainstream, I wouldn’t be surprised if a lot of people just subconsciously view it as a “normal people show” even though it started as a show about/for outcasts. Thus, the more focus that’s given to a gay male character, the more it becomes a “gay show,” and if their “normal show” starts becoming a “gay show,” it will make a part of the audience feel duped and “forced” into confronting a subject that makes them uncomfortable: homosexuality (and its associated struggles). And a lot of these people would be especially angry at this development because they can’t even comprehend that competent, male creators might willingly tell a story about a gay boy, so they end up assuming that the creators must have been pressured to force the story into taking a turn for the gay, or that they’ve been brainwashed by the woke agenda-after all, they couldn’t just be progressive people who sat down and simply decided naturally that they wanted to explore homosexuality as a major theme in a sci-fi horror show from the start. That’s not even allowed, right? Gay stuff should be contained and quarantined in gay-specific genres like a disease, right?
Anyway, I just think it’s maybe not a coincidence that I see way less “reducing Will to his haircut” behavior from people who are invested in the complexity and humanity of his character compared to the people who clearly want him to stay small and hidden, out of sight and out of mind.
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milkbreadtoast · 1 month
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OK DOES ANYONE KNOW that het romance korean webtoon called "super secret" by eon abt a girl and her werewolf childhood friend... it was 1 of my v first webtoons and i have this super random out of pocket take for it that ive been keeping to myself for yrs im finally breaking my silence LMFOAOAO
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anyway theyre cute together i said what i said (no one cares)
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(i do rmbr posting abt this before when i first read the epilogue but no one cared/no one still cares BWAHAHHA)
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skitskatdacat63 · 6 months
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“Amore et Timore” - King Fernando I “El Animoso”
#*why is it that when I write tags that are genuinely imporant and wordy it always doesnt save UGH#well. ill try and rewrite them.#hahaha I bring you curly haired king Fernando!!(mostly for cofi)#2011 monza gp core Fernando that gripped us all by the throat right?? right????#also i hope that his hair doesn't appear red to you like it did to me on my pc??? its brown I assure you#anyways! historical context for nerds like me:#'el animoso'(the spirited) comes from Philip V of course#it was apparently bestowed on him bcs of his perseverance and unwavering fervor in battle#and is that not the most Fernando coded thing youve ever heard?????#'Amore et Timore'(through love and fear) however comes from Joseph I#whom seb is partially based on but i thought his Latin motto fit Nando way better so here we are#philip v didn't have a motto as far as i could tell so that's why I stole Joseph's#but i do think the motto for the Spanish kingdom fits Fernando's career pretty well?#'A solis ortu usque ad occasum'(from sunrise to sunset) and i think that suits Fernando's 'longest f1 career ever' p well#anyways I sent a sketch of this to cofi the other day like yeah I probably wont finish this#and now here i am on 5 am on a tuesday grinning manically sleep deprived like HERE YOU GO#i think he looks very cute in this!!! i really did a lot of work on his eyelashes...very important detail to me#he kinda accidentally looks like Louis XIV unfortunately#but thats down to his hair I think. it looks a lot more like the traditional wig style from then compared to what I typically draw#but god imagine being seb in this au!!! you get to wake up next to this majestic beast....#seb would have this painting framed over his bed or something. i mean who wouldn't????#f1#formula 1#fernando alonso#f1 fanart#formula 1 fanart#catie.art.#boy king au
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sepulchritude · 5 months
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Found a new shield surfing spot that ends with some really choice scenery 👌🔥
Map location under the cut
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volfoss · 2 months
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do u guys like her...
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d1scwars · 8 months
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im not even a dedicated Fitmc watcher but so so genuinely, ANYTHING could happen on this godforsaken island, the ONLY thing i need to happen is for Fit and Ramon to make it out of the island together.
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autisticlee · 3 months
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i'm aroace, sex repulsed and don't get traditional romance or find the need for it, but I still often think how it would be neat to have a gf/partner for other purposes that arent romance and sexual. but it seems impossible to make someone want to date you if you take out those things????
sometimes I think it would be nice to have a gf to do cute gay cosplay photoshoots with. there would be mouth smooching and you usually can't do that with a friend and I don't really want to either, so a gf would be useful for that.
then there's hating showers because they exhaust me and it would be nice to have a gf to wash my hair and stuff for me??? can't call up a friend to do this every time I need to shower. that won't work and I doubt they'd want to/be comfortable doing that.
most friends will end up putting all their priority into their partner and/or family they create. I want someone that will make me their priority and not run off with someone else they start dating and abandon me??? something like that. their priority is cleaning our home together, hanging out together, going shopping and other domestic/partner stuff. they don't do that with someone else or use me temporarily until they can find a partner. so it's essentially dating/being partners. but it looks different from your typical expected romance and partnership.
doesn't matter how aroace I am, I have accepted that a relationship is beneficial in many ways and there's certain things that you can't expect friends to cover and they can't fill. but I have zero interest in looking for a partner in traditional ways that requires small talk/flirting/dates/etc. so that makes me realize i'll most likely not trick someone into partnering with me lmao
the internet seems to call this kind of thing "queer platonic relationship" (did I remember it right?) and you just need to find another sroace person to do it with. but either way, there's no textbook to study for how to get that and where to find these people. it seems harder than the puzzle that is regular dating tbh.
there's that saying "there's other fish in the sea" but i'm a worm in a puddle the other worms got out before they drowned. there's no fish here lmao. my options are so limited that I haven't met a single option yet in my life. there's barely any chance the first aroace person I meet irl will be compatible, or the first compatible person will accept a relationship with an aroace. you know what I mean? any other aroace that's interested in some kind of relationship/partnership and feel like you don't get that whole sea to choose from like everyone else and only have a dried up puddle? 😅
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frecklystars · 5 months
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i dont know what's wrong with me but i always feel so sad and heartbroken when i see Colt.
like i feel so overwhelmed with love for him but i really cannot imagine him loving me back. like. like. he's everything. and i'm just keri. y'know.
augh. it feels... impossible. like i am not Good Enough for him. he would not look twice at me. i didn't used to have this problem until i was abused for so long and now it's like... i cannot imagine receiving love unless if it is through violence. oogh. hurts my heart like a motherfucker. i miss the old me.
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boltgunkiller · 4 months
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well you can hate fabrevans but let’s not pretend that lucky wasn’t the cutest duet ever
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lagtrain · 7 months
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THEY ARE STUNNING THEY ARE EVERYTHING THEY ARE THE FUCKING MOMENT
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soursherbat · 5 months
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Sensation; Chapter 6
Haunted
To start from the beginning Click Here ; Previous chapter Click Here
A Springtrap x OC fanfic
Word Count; 2,332
[content warning for depictions of violence, non-graphic]
Springtrap laid in our bed, pinned under my sleeping body for at least an hour now. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t exhausted. What if he had another nightmare?
The thought kept his mind racing, making him fight off sleep a little longer. It was so hard, my bed was much more comfortable than the disgusting floor of that abandoned pizzeria, not to mention the pleasant warmth of my body cuddled against his.
It was making him uncomfortable. I looked so fragile- so soft, pliable under his rough grip...
Springtrap realizes that he’s holding my shoulders tightly, immediately letting go and dropping his hands to his sides. How long had he been doing that?
Thank god that didn’t wake him, he thought. I don’t know how I’d explain myself.
He’d say he’s a killer. A monster. That’s how he could explain it.
He huffs, closing his eyes. He was fighting a war of attrition, and slowly beginning to lose. Even with his thoughts racing at a million miles a minute, he felt sleep start to take him once again.
Springtrap opened his eyes, in that familiar room once again.
He realizes how terrible it smells in here.
He hadn’t thought about that smell until he stepped into my home, greeted by the pleasant smell of cinnamon scented candles.
He can hear the sounds of a party on the other side of the wall.
A door opens. A door that hadn’t been there before. There’s a silhouette of a person, their shadow cast over his crumpled body.
The light behind them was blinding.
His breathing is labored, he didn’t need to breathe- but his chest feels like it’s collapsing, like he was drowning in his own blood again.
Something about this person’s outline was familiar. It was bringing out forgotten urges- his hands clenched into fists, he slowly rose to his feet.
He can’t stop himself.
He shambles toward the figure, the only feature he can distinguish is a warm smile, seemingly directed at him.
He recognizes it. His hands shake.
He lurches forward suddenly, a sick sense of satisfaction washing over him as his gloved hands wrapped around the shadow’s throat- he hated how much he enjoyed the sounds of his victim getting the life choked from them.
He’d longed to hear it again, just one last time.
No, that’s horrible. He couldn’t want that.
He squeezes harder.
He needed it.
The lights in the room flicker on. His hands lose their grip, his entire body freezing.
He trembled. He knew who he’d been strangling now.
Hawk?
His eyes snap open.
The choking doesn’t stop.
Springtrap looks down, realizing where his hands are. I had been sitting over him, likely having woken up before him.
His hands were wound tight around my throat, squeezing with a specific intent.
He releases me, his eyes wide with panic. His body is trembling, shaking his head slowly as he looks down at his hands. He instinctively sits up, trying to put his hands on me.
“Hawk! Oh my god! I’m so- I’m so sorry!”
Springtrap’s voice is so loud in my ears. My throat aches so badly, I was lucky he didn’t crush my esophagus. I cough and sputter, hands on my bruised neck.
I’d crawled away from him the moment he’d let go of my neck, tears spilling down my face as I stared at him, disbelieving.
I knew it had been because of a dream. That didn’t change the fact that he’d nearly killed me.
I choke a little, feeling sick to my stomach. I can’t reply to him, waves of a memory hit my mind like a tsunami, one I had hoped I could forget.
A knife glinting in the dark. Dangerously close to my neck- too weak to fight back, only managing to slip away by the skin of my teeth.
I shiver. The feeling of snow stinging my bare feet lingering in the back of my mind.
The screaming. The sirens.
He’s still trying to apologize to me. He’s only getting louder. I cover my eyes, shaking my head and pointing at my bedroom door.
“Get. Out.”
“H-Ha-... Hawk?”
“Get out of here! Just- go to the living room...!”
I can’t face him, holding my arms and curling into myself. I feel bad for yelling at him- I’m sure he genuinely didn’t mean for that to happen, but that was little comfort to me right now.
Springtrap is shocked into silence. I’d only been kind and understanding with him up to this point, and he’d clearly pushed me too far.
He nods slowly, silently walking out of the bedroom. I shut the door behind him, breathing heavily as I begin to break down.
I hadn’t felt like that in so long. Seeing my life flash before my eyes, the genuine threat of losing my life forced into my face, and I had no way to stop it.
I shudder.
I could’ve been killed if he didn’t wake up in time.
Hot tears fall down my cheeks, it stings a bit- not as badly as my neck. I can’t help but cough again, he didn’t do serious damage, but it still feels like I’m being choked.
I flop over against the covers, wiping my face futilely. More tears flooded out, I can’t stop the sobs that force themselves from my throat.
Why did that even happen? I knew he’d had a nightmare earlier- but... most people don’t just strangle somebody with murderous intent in their sleep.
Well... Springtrap wasn’t most people. Perhaps I shouldn't be so hard on him.
I don’t know what to do. He didn’t try to finish me off when he woke up- he seemed... genuinely apologetic. I feel bad for snapping at him, but given the circumstances I’d hoped I could be forgiven.
I’d slept better on his chest than I had in several months by myself, but what if this happened again?
What if he didn’t stop next time?
These thoughts were eating away at me. What if I had been wrong about him?
No. There’s no way... those soft eyes, the gentle way he spoke to me...
And that moment in the kitchen, when he’d startled me. Whatever he was before, he seemed to be trying to become better now.
A heartless killer wouldn’t look at me the way he did when he realized what he was doing- sheer terror plainly displayed on his face.
I wouldn’t be surprised if we had the same expression during that moment.
I didn’t want to make excuses for him, I’m sure he could explain everything when I talk to him.
I just... need a minute. I still feel my hands trembling, my neck was definitely going to be bruised for a few days.
What’s worse is that if he didn’t nearly choke the life out of me, I... feel as though I would’ve enjoyed it. It feels weird to even think about- but, is it really?
I wish I wasn’t so conflicted. I had to talk to him about this... I hoped this wouldn’t become a nightly occurrence.
Springtrap was sitting on the couch, staring down at his hands. He was still trembling, he couldn’t believe what he’d done.
His nightmare was haunting him still, knowing that those feelings weren’t true to how he really felt now-
His feelings were different from his actions.
He had almost strangled me to death.
Springtrap knew now that he needed to come clean, his conscience weighing on him heavily. He didn’t want to be the person he was before the incident. Regardless, it was impacting his life now, and he’d decided that I had a right to know about it.
The thought of confessing was horrifying. I hadn’t judged him at first, but what about now?
He knew I was being cagey about physical contact, and though he didn’t want to pry, he could tell I didn’t exactly have the easiest go at life either.
Springtrap sat there, twitching and trembling, unable to pry his unblinking eyes from the bedroom door.
His ears perked up, he heard a noise. He listened closer.
It was nothing. He was just imagining it, anxiously waiting for me to open that door. He hoped I’d have some sense and tell him to get out.
Springtrap’s breathing became labored, closing his eyes as he thought about what to do.
Should I try to comfort him? He asked himself, glaring down at his shaking hands. No. I’d just make things worse. He’s probably terrified of me...
Should he leave? His eyes narrowed, sighing heavily.
He couldn’t force himself to do that. If I’d decided to kick him out- he supposed that was for the best... but, he couldn’t make himself leave now.
Springtrap looks up as the bedroom door clicks open, staying silent as I approach him. I’d regained my composure for the most part, sitting a small ways away from him.
I felt bad about it. Self sacrificing as always- but I needed to force a boundary.
“What just happened, Springtrap?”
My question cuts through the silence that’d fallen over the house. Springtrap can’t bring himself to look at me, ashamed of what had happened.
“I... I had another nightmare. I’m so sorry for what happened- I... I would never do that to you if... well...”
He sighs, trailing off. That obviously wasn’t all he had to say. He knew he had just choked me, but it was something he’d never even think of doing while he was awake and in control of himself.
He knew that was no excuse. He had no doubts about that.
“I need to confess something to you, Hawk. I apologize I didn’t tell you before...”
“I’m listening.”
He pauses, unsure of himself. I can see how conflicted he is and... well. He looks terrified of me, unable to make eye contact.
“Hawk... before I became... well, like this,” He motions toward his body, finally looking me in the eye. “I was a terrible person. A monster, a murderer.”
Springtrap sees the shock in my eyes when he tells me this. It... fades quicker than he would have expected.
It concerned him a little.
“And what about now? What do you want to be now, William?”
Springtrap looks away from me again. Did I just not care? He was worried about that. Was I just accepting him without a second thought? He had no idea what was going on in my mind.
He meets my gaze, that earnest look on his face again as he speaks up once more.
“I... don’t want to be that person anymore, Hawk. I want to be better.”
I nod, acknowledging him. I look down at my hands, my throat tight as I consider what I should do.
If this happens again, I might not be as lucky. I need to be more careful when waking him up- I did try to gently shake him awake when he’d grabbed me. He was making noises and his hands had been twitching intensely, I thought I’d be doing him a favor by waking him from a nightmare...
I couldn’t shake the feeling that initial confession wasn’t the only thing he was holding back.
“What happened in your nightmares?”
Springtrap visibly tenses. He clearly doesn’t want to tell me.
“I... was back in that room. Both times, you were there with me. The... the first time, I had a knife- and... I’m sure you know what happened.”
He feels terrible just saying it out loud. It was like an intrusive thought morphed into a full-fledged dream, it felt so real.
“The second time... I didn’t know it was you. Or... I don’t think I did.” He sighs, holding his face. “I was strangling you. It... it felt so real. I suppose I know why. I’m... still very sorry.”
He finally manages to work up the courage to look at my neck, seeing how red it was already...
“I don’t want this to happen again. I... needed to tell you. You deserved to know.”
I stay silent for a bit, nodding quietly. I look down at my hands, thinking about how to handle this.
“I... forgive you. I don’t believe your nightmares define who you are.”
I knew how it felt to be judged for such things. I was plagued with nightmares as well, terrible things happening in them that I’d never consider doing while conscious.
“I know you didn’t mean to do it. But...”
Springtrap tenses, not knowing what to expect out of my mouth next. He couldn’t tell what I was feeling from the expression on my face.
“As bad as it would make me feel- if something like this happens again, I don’t think we’ll be sharing the bed...”
“You’d... still let me sleep in your bed?”
I smile at him. I wasn’t unsure anymore- he was trying. He was trying his hardest, and doing remarkably well given the circumstances. I just hoped that this wouldn’t happen again...
“Yeah. It’s our bed.”
Springtrap’s head was spinning. He couldn’t believe I had forgiven him, and that I would even consider letting him sleep near me.
He felt an immense weight lift off of his shoulders, many of his anxieties quelled by our talk. He was so relieved that I was willing to hear him out, and... well, didn’t judge him outright.
It obviously wasn’t the best judgment call. He was aware that I likely knew that too, but if I thought he was worthy of a second chance, then he wouldn’t deny it.
He wanted to try. He... had something to care about again.
It was comforting. Yesterday, the thought had scared him immensely. But now?
He looks at me, seeing that warm smile on my face again. He feels immense guilt over what happened, but I’d already forgiven him. It didn’t stop the feeling, but at least I was alright...
He wouldn’t let it happen again. He was going to be better this time.
Next Chapter ->
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saltedsolenoid · 2 months
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i feel like. i look pretty in the way that a 1790's deceased lover is painted by a bystander in mourning. i look like the princess gone too soon of an unstoppable illness. i look like i have only two options in life: to become a subservient maiden or to die horribly.
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adore-gregor · 2 months
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soooo
#guys i'm dating someone again 🤭#and i rly hope it works out better this time 🥺#i already think i'm starting to fall for him adgjk#we had a 2nd date this week and it was good#i just feel comfortable around this guy honestly more than with the last one#it's also happening slower like no kiss on the first date lol altough it was good then i'm not mad about it#it makes me feel less pressured#the first date we went on a little walk (actually up a pretty steep hill in the city xd but with a lovely view) and then coffee#2nd date we went for breakfast and i'll probably see him again next week 🥰#and yeah this he's just so sweet and genuine i love that 🥺 i don't feel judged by him and it all feels more effortless#(with the other guy honestly i did at times feel intimidated about how he had his life together and that he'd judge me for mine lol)#also he's much more my type looks wise what i typically like he has such a cute smile and warm eyes 🥰 and also he's reaaaally tall haha#he's over 2m tall to be exact 😆 but not in an intimidating way and i'm also quite tall so i like this fact 🙈#but one thing which was so cute is when we met how his face lit up omg 🥺 and like how he looked at me 🥰#(the other guy was mostly hot in the very athletic fit body way with this one i find him attractive overall and also kind of cute)#and yeah i keep thinking about him and if i should text him but i never really know what to text 😂 i'm the worst texter#at times i don't even text my best friend like it's never personal i'm just better to meet in person hahah#and i'm just much happier these days thinking about him dgjkll 🤭🤭
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lanliingwang · 10 months
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I think...(fgo) arjuna, david, and jiang ziya being friends would be nice
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classical-vanity · 9 months
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