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jtl-fics · 3 months
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Happy WIP Wednesday! I’ve recently finished AFTG and I love your works! If I can request Math Nerd please? I love it so much and I hope you have a good day
WIP Wednesday 2/21/24 (CLOSED) | Math Nerd AU
His foster parents ask him to bring Aaron to Aaron's room but Aaron doesn't want to be in his own room. "Please, I'll sleep on the floor?" Aaron begs and Andrew flinches at the request.
"Don't use that word." Andrew says and it's only in this moment that he realizes that Alex had never once used it around him. Their coming together had been painless, which is probably why their separation hurt like this.
"Which one?" Aaron asks nervously.
"The first word." Andrew answers, refusing to say it himself.
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arthurtaylorlester · 4 months
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started listening to malevolent because of you and oh my gosh I’m obsessed they’re so aksoaosjdhsjwknsjskxossndjxjdhsnskdofnr
every time i get someone to listen to malevolent, arthur gains a life. so go listen to malevolent.
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hi, your writing is incredible! if you're still taking prompts, how about #29 with the spidey brothers? maybe peter 2 & 3 are watching a scary movie on the couch and peter 1 pops up and screams to scare them, so they yank him over into their laps to exact revenge
29. Tickling the other one
None of the Peters cared much for the horror genre. Their instinct and experience either made them indifferent or wound them up too much to find enjoyment in it. There was terror, blood and violence in the field every day, which meant they were either too desensitized to the sights or reminded of too many real incidents. 
That being said, some horror movies out there were a must-see if you claimed to be up-to-date with pop culture. Given that Peter Two and Three wanted to educate themselves on every part of Peter One’s high-speed world, they had finally decided to give it a shot.
They had done everything they could to make it as comfortable (and comforting) an experience as possible—a blanket nest, drinks, snacks, candy, the works. Right now, however, neither of them dared to take a sip or a bite lest they risk choking when the big reveal came. Peter Two had at least gotten as far as picking up one of his cups, while Three had the armrest of the couch in a stranglehold. They could overhear each other’s hearts racing but couldn’t bear to look away from the screen to check in.
The tension was at its peak, the music had faded to complete silence, neither the characters onscreen nor the audience dared to breathe and then—
“Aaaaagh!”
Peter One’s scream was ear-piercingly effective. Peter Three blindly dove to hit the deck, slamming into the coffee table to upend the entire bowl of M&Ms, while Two’s drink spattered in every direction as he sprang onto the far wall.
“Yes, yes!” Peter cackled, gleefully drumming his knees. “Yes! I can’t believe that worked!”
“Peter—!” Two gasped, sagging down the wall and pressing his head into shaky hands. “H-Holy—Hhhh—” Peter Three looked as if he had died on the spot, mouth agape, staring with huge, unblinking eyes at the ceiling. Peter One was kind enough to pause the movie and rewind it back for them even as he kept laughing.
“I thought you were gonna hear me coming! Oh, man, that was everything I could’ve hoped for!” Grinning broadly, he glanced between their stunned faces. “So-o-o…you gonna come and finish the movie or what? This next part’s really good, honestly.”
“Does it involve calling an ambulance?” Peter Two managed hoarsely, clutching his chest as he dragged himself upright and stumbled back to his seat. Peter Three took a little longer, rolling over to crawl toward them in what appeared to be a state of shellshock.
“Aw, don’t be mad, Peter Three! It’s not like this is even the worst we’ve pranked each other! Heh, remember the vegemite?” Peter One pointed out cheerfully, though his smile waned when Three dropped onto the couch without a word or a glance in his direction. “Wait…are you? Three? Y-You’re not actually mad at me, right?”
Three scoffed under his breath, looking away, and Peter softened in concern, leaning on the back of the couch for his attention. “Hey, I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to freak you out so bad—I mean, I did, but it’s not like it could’ve actually been a supervillain or a monster! The tingle would’ve let us know right away if there was any—wha-aah!”
He barely had time to register what had happened before Three wrestled him over the back of the couch. Before he had even fully landed, Peter Two had ahold of his arms and Peter Three his legs.
“You wanna see a monster, bitty bug?” The edge of Three’s grin was a little manic. “I’ll show you a monster!”
“What?! Wait, wait, wa-haha-ait!” From there his protests devolved into helpless snorts and shrieks as Peter Three scratched at the soles of his trapped feet. “Ahahagh! No, no-ho-ho!”
“‘No, no!’” Three echoed tauntingly. “Well, you’re right about that: no help, no mercy, no escape! The tickle monster’s got ya! Try screaming that loud again, I dare you!”
“I’d rather you didn’t,” Two grunted. “It hurts those of us with sensitive ears!” That said, he circled a finger around the shell of his ear, twisting a few of Peter’s messy curls in to aid him until he was tossing his head like a wild horse.
“P-Please, that’s the wo-o-orst!” Three was attacking the crook of his knees now, undeterred by his haphazard attempts to kick. “Ahagh! I haha-hate you!”
“Who’s scarier now, Petey? Who’s scary now?!”
“Eep!” Hiccupping feebly, scrunching against Peter Two digging into the side of his neck, Peter One twisted, trying to bury his face in the couch cushions. “You aha-are!”
“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it; all I can get is this ringing for some reason! Who’s the winner here?”
“Y-You win, okay-hay, you win! You can sto-hop now, you g-go-hot me back already!”
“Always do, always will,” Peter Three promised, drumming his fingers across his brother’s stomach to wring one last breathless squeal out of him. “Remember that next time you think it’s a good idea to spook a predatory species! The beasts bite back fast!”
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neztchi · 1 year
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I just wanted to say I think your art is very fine- and pretty- and cute 💕
okay bye bye *hides*
I'M SO LATE TO ANSWER THIS I'M SO SORRY 😭
But AAAAA tysm!! This makes me so happy omg
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verseno · 1 year
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Why is your style so awesome?
Maybe it's the colors? 🤔
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zeb-mod · 1 year
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any chance you'd consider releasing that workout outfit on tumblr or anything? because it looks incredible and my shep would look so cool in it
I considered it but ultimately I don't think I will (for the moment at least). For the many faults nexus has, I can always direct people to the mod page if I find someone uploaded the mod without permissions and (at least feel like I) have some sort of control.
As I said in the tags of the post, the majority of people are nice, kind, and respectful but I've been sharing stuff online for years and have been burned by it a few times so I'm being cautious.
Sorry to hi-jack this yes or no question with a long answer, thought I might as well pour some thoughts out while I had the chance 😅 Thank you!
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theaceofarrows · 2 years
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Was it hard to come up with that fantastic URL?
YES
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I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.
It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.
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reasonsforhope · 2 months
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Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."
Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.
These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!
Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!
Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.
So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.
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cipheramnesia · 5 months
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Tumblr stop recommending me horny sapphic blogs that all say men dni in the pinned post, go back to sending me posts from the one that's just horny all the time please, I want the fat furries and the queer freaks that are way less respectably normal about me and my body.
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starlit-mansion · 7 months
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there's something so poetic about coyote vs acme being the thing that causes wb's 'the producers' ass scheme of shitcanning movies for tax breaks to blow up in their face and cause them to turn to the camera, blink twice, and dissolve into a little pile of ash that their eyes fall down into with a little bounce
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Could you maybe do 22 (falling asleep on the other’s shoulder) + 23 (carrying them in their arms) with the Peters? For example, Peter Three has been up for waayyy to long and his brothers help him out? Also I gotta say I really love your writing!!
22. Falling asleep on the other’s shoulder + 23. Carrying them in their arms
“I’m not really sure why you’re asking me to do this intervention, Peter. I’m just as much on that insomniac grind as he is; he’ll peg me as a hypocrite right off the bat,” Peter Two pointed out.
“Maybe not, okay, you don’t know for sure! He looks up to you, we both do! He’s more likely to listen to you than me, at least. Y-You can approach it as somebody who actually understands!” Peter One pleaded. “H-He’s really bad right now. He’s back on the coffee and the energy shots and those, like, hyper-caffeine patches. I don’t even know how long he’s been awake; actually I’m not really sure he knows at this point. He’s starting to get that look, like he had before.”
Peter Two couldn’t help but grimace at the reminder. The last time Peter Three had pushed himself so hard, it had resulted in nine days’ worth of caffeine withdrawals that were none too pretty. “Alright. Brother knows best.”
“Just don’t let him suck you into whatever he’s doing too; he’s already neck deep—”
“Sure, sure, sure, sure, neck deep, but that means my ears are still above ground—a-above water—above whatever! I can hear you!” Peter Three announced as he hauled the door open, big, bloodshot eyes flicking wildly between them. “Two, Peter Two, I’m totally, absolutely about to do exactly what Peter One said to not do and I’m gonna suck you into—to—to do what I’m doing! C’mere, I wanna show you a—it’s almost—I’ve almost got it!”
“Wait, but I—” Peter Two jumped as Three abruptly lashed out for his arm, hauling him into the mountainous midst of tech, tools, and trash teetering precariously in the room.
“I know, I know, I know, it’ll just be a real teeny quick sec, okay? You gotta see this first, you gotta tell me what it’s missing so I can flux—flix—f-fix it!” A tense noise shook through him. “Sorry, mouth—word vomit! S’just a headache, my brain’s in, like, ten tiff—d-d-different places right now!” A hoarse attempt at a laugh escaped him, which Peter Two didn’t return.
“Before you show me what you’ve been working on, why don’t you hit the pause button real quick, take a deep breath in…” He demonstrated, inhaling deeply, and Three jerked a nod, shakily following. “And out…Good, that’s good. Now how about a hug? I haven’t seen you in days; I’ve missed your hugs.”
“Days? Yeah, I guess it has been, uh…um…I-I…” His breath hitched again. “I’ve missed you too. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to—for it—I’ve just had a lot going on, I got all excited about jumping right in and then once I started— It’s just been a lot on my mind and, uh—and—”
“Oh, believe me, I know. Wanting to get it all done in one shot, otherwise it’s going to be circling around and around in your head while you’re trying to sleep. But you’ve been trying not to, haven’t you?” Two kept his voice gentle but cautionary. “Peter, you remember that conversation we all had a while back, about caffeine levels like this interacting badly with your meds?”
“…Yeah.”
“Their job is to keep you calmer and more focused. When you’re hopped up way over the limit like this, they can’t work like they’re supposed to and neither can you. That’s why your project needs some adjustments now, huh?” Another tiny nod, hands weak and jittery as they curled into Peter Two’s back. “I can take a look at it for you if you can take a break for me.”
“…Can we…I-I don’t wanna…nnh.” Frustration, guilt and dejection dragged across his haggard face, forcing it down against Two’s shoulder. Rubbing circles over his back, Peter Two waited it out for a few minutes until Three gathered himself enough to speak again, a slurred, muffled croak. “S’rry…I th-think if I let go of you, m’gonna pass out.”
“Okay. You’re not gonna fall, bud, I’ve gotcha. Peter One—?”
“Clear the bed,” Peter read his mind, already on his way to push heaps of laundry and paper plates and cups out of the way. Grunting softly, Peter Two bent back to compensate as Three’s legs gave out, hooking both arms around buckling knees to lift him.
The path to the bed was a precarious one, full of stops and starts as Peter One had to keep kicking stray shoes and wrenches and boxes out of the way. By the time they made it, Peter Three was out, though still shivery and loosely clinging to Two’s neck as he tried to maneuver him down.
“Are you free to snuggle up with him for a while so I can work on…” He glanced with some trepidation over at the desk. “…whatever’s happening over there?”
“Sure thing—as long as it doesn’t take another nine days!”
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squishysnake · 1 year
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got inspired to make a TF2 Mercenary Professionalism Tier List the other week, and decided to properly chart it
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gotchibam · 5 months
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Arcanine and Scorbunny ko-fi doodle for @goldoans & @lunahearts!
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Seen a lot of posts about people coming into your notifications out of nothing and liking your entire blog, but here's a shoutout to the people who do Not follow you, who appear out of nowhere, reblog One (1) post that you are Not the op of, and then you never see them again. Where did you come from girl.
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uncanny-tranny · 1 year
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The Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) is planning on changing their regulations for telehealth prescriptions of controlled substances. However, they have opened comments up for people to voice their opinions. You can submit a formal anonymous comment HERE. The comment period ends on March 31st, 2023.
This is an important issue for those who are prescribed controlled substances (e.g., testosterone or ADHD medication) through telehealth, which means it can and will impact trans people on testosterone and a ton of others if this goes through.
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