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#it's been a HOT SECOND Y'ALL

andythelemon · 6 months

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MAYBE YOU'RE MY LOVE?

Ouran poster for ANYC & 2024 cons! I'll have leftovers for sale here.

#ouran high school host club #ohshc #anime #manga #tamaki suoh #haruhi fujioka #kyoya ootori #takashi morinozuka #mitsukuni haninozuka #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #it's been a HOT SECOND Y'ALL #my art

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miguels-talons · 1 year

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y'all remember that moment at the beginning of the game? when atreus and kratos make it back to their home after the tussle with freya? how kratos is going to take care of the deer, since he thinks atreus is still handling the wolves? only to then turn around and see that atreus has both tasks handled on his own? and he's handling both so well at once? and he didn't even say anything? he just did them on his own without prompting, without needing to be told? and how you can SEE the realization in kratos's face that his boy is growing up? that he's blooming, unfolding into his own man, that will be able to care for himself, even without his father? the way he smiles softly, his face relaxing as he nods to himself with pride for the man his boy is becoming?

ya know, this moment?

yeah, cause up to that point, kratos had been so worried, so concerned, terrified even because of that prophecy that he would die and leave atreus alone, and without protection. sure, he doesn't believe in prophecy and believes in changing one's own fate, but that had planted the seed of fear in his mind. the thing is, though, he wasn't even worried that he was going to die. he wasn't afraid of death. no, he was afraid of leaving atreus on his own. he didn't care about his own death, he only cared about how his son would live without him.

so for him, seeing that, after atreus had hunted and held his own with freya, that was such a huge lift off of his shoulders. sure, he is still anxious, still terrified that atreus won't survive on his own, but what parent isn't?

that moment means a lot to me... so much said with no actual words on kratos's face.

#crying on the floor again #wow i talk #gow #god of war #ragnarok #god of war ragnarok #gowr #kratos #atreus #another ramble #been a hot second tho so #y'all can't be mad at me 🫡

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galaxyhanart · 1 year

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i keep meaning to do proper fanart for the fic when you think you’re all alone by @mondothebombo but these doodles and sketches have been sitting in my files for like a month unfinished so i’m just gonna post them HGKJFDHGDFSHJGDFKS

also massive TW for torture and implied sexual assault if you decide to read it, jay goes through it

#i have NEVER drawn jay in his pre-s8 design #the fic is verrrry good tho y'all should read it if you can handle heavy topics #jay walker #skybound #ninjago #lego #lego ninjago #fic #fanfic #ninjago s6 #ninjago season 6 #nya jiang #nya smith #galaxyhanart #ALSO HI MONDO we've been mutuals for a hot second and in case you didn't know i read your fic HKJGFDHSJGHJ #OH NO I FORGOT TO TAG KAI HGJKDFSHJK #kai smith #kai jiang

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imaginespazzi · 2 months

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Hey lovely, just dropping by to say i hope you have the best time at tonight’s game!! And don’t forget the tissues, i know it’s gonna be an emotional one 🥺🥺 oh and if you see/meet our strongest soldier, well just know i’m living vicariously through you and i await any and every detail you’re willing to give us 💗💗

Aww thank you so much my love. I'll make sure to give her a kiss for both of us (if you don't hear from me again blondie murdered me for this). 🙈

Idk if I'll be able to give y'all a recap right after the game but I will definitely be reporting back at some point. 🫡💗

#ask #I'm so excited y'all I haven't been to a game in a hot second 🥰

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becasbelt · 2 years

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a hurt comfort fic where beca is just freshly off the completion of a new set setup and her trying to hype chloe up who is just exhausted from all that studying and being the cheerleader all the time for everybody else

curse you wenz.

also on ao3

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The alarm on Chloe’s phone loudly goes off again. Why she still uses the default iPhone alarm to wake up she will never know.

She grabs blindly at the device, swiping it off her bedside table and hitting the snooze button again. The time stares accusingly back at her. 8:18. Chloe had 12 minutes to get to a class that was 15 minutes away.

And yet, she remained in bed.

Maybe if she pulled the covers up over her head, she could forget about her classes and responsibilities get some sleep for once in her life. Because it seriously felt like it’s been years since Chloe got a full night’s rest. Last night it had been because Stacie and Amy had gotten into an argument over who had the most admirers on campus, and Chloe had spent an hour mediating while she slowly watched the time get later and later.

She hears someone thumping down the stairs form the attic and distantly wonders if Amy is gearing up for a round two this morning.

Just as she’s closing her eyes again (just to rest them; of course she wasn’t going to sleep through her class), a rapid knocking at her door makes them fly open again. Chloe remains quiet, half hoping whoever it is will think she’s already in class and will leave her alone. They wait for a few seconds, and Chloe can hear their foot tapping impatiently on the other side of the door, before knocking again.

Chloe groans. “Who is it?”

The door opens and Beca’s grinning face pops through. “You are in here,” she says breathlessly. So she’d been the one running down the stairs, then. “Awesome. I have something to show you.”

She walks fully into the room without invitation, and Chloe raises an eyebrow at the seemingly out of character action before taking in the rest of her appearance. “Are those… the same clothes you wore yesterday?”

Beca looks down at herself in surprise, as if she’s just as shocked as Chloe is. “Oh yeah, I guess I am.”

“Beca, did you sleep at all last night?”

Beca scratches at the back of her head, face screwed up as she thinks. “Uh… I had a Red Bull?”

The corner of Chloe’s mouth quirks up. So Beca was in one of those kinds of moods. “Beca, we’ve talked about this. You can’t stay up all night just because inspiration strikes.”

Beca bounces on her toes a little. “I know. I know, okay? It ruins my immune system and gives me headaches and Red Bull is terrible for me, blah blah blah.” She clutches her laptop tighter to her chest. “But I’ve come up with something really coolthis time, dude. Seriously.”

Chloe pushes herself into a sitting position. “Alright, let’s see it.”

Beca’s eyes flash excitedly and she takes a step toward the bed, already opening up her laptop. She stops short half a second later, brow furrowed as if she’s just realized something. “Hang on a second.” She looks around the room. Glances at Chloe’s clock. “Aren’t you supposed to be in class right now?”

Dammit. Why did Beca choose to be observant and remember things now.

Chloe tries to deflect. “Aren’t you?” she accuses.

Beca waves her hand in the air dismissively. “It’s just my music technology class,” she says, unbothered. “I don’t give a fuck about that class. I know it all. Besides, I’ve literally been making music on my laptop all night.” She laughs a little deliriously. “I’m pretty sure I’ve got it all covered at this point.”

Beca laughs for another minute, muttering something about professors being useless, and Chloe can’t deny the small smile it brings to her face to see Beca with so much energy. Until Beca stops laughing and points seriously at her.

“You have Russian lit right now. You have to go to that.”

Chloe sighs and looks miserably at the time. 8:22. “I have eight minutes to get there, and my professor doesn’t like it when you’re late.”

Beca considers this for a short moment before snapping her laptop shut and tossing it on the bed. She strides over to Chloe’s closet and throws it open, chucking a random shirt at Chloe. “Well, then, you better get dressed in two. I’ll drive you, and I can get you there in, like, six minutes tops.”

Chloe is staring at her as Beca continues throwing clothes at her. When Beca turns around and finds that Chloe hasn’t moved, her eyes widen, and she taps her naked wrist impatiently. “Let’s go, Beale! You’ve got one minute now!”

Thinking distantly that Aubrey would approve of this side of Beca, Chloe jumps out of bed to put some clothes on.

When Beca said she could get them there in six minutes, she wasn’t lying. Chloe would almost be impressed if she hadn’t feared so much for her life.

Chloe slides into her seat just as her professor starts the class, Beca sliding into the seat right next to her. Somehow she has another Red Bull in her hand.

“What are you doing?” Chloe whispers.

Beca looks at her funny. “Uh, learning about-” she squints at the PowerPoint slide at the front of the room- “Gavrila Derzhavin?” she finishes, absolutely butchering the name. She looks back at Chloe, as if that had been obvious.

“You’re not even in this class,” Chloe says. “You’re skipping your own class right now. Why would you want to be here? I don’t even want to be here?”

Beca shrugs and takes a swig of her Red Bull. “I wanna hang out with you.”

Chloe’s heart melts at that. She stares at Beca, dumbfounded.

“Oh! And since you probably didn’t have breakfast-” Beca pulls a granola bar out of her hoodie pocket and hands it to Chloe. “It may be a little squished because mayyybe it’s been in my pocket for 24 hours.”

Chloe accepts the granola bar gratefully with a grin and a fond shake of her head.

This girl. This ridiculous, frustrating, wonderful girl.

Chloe wraps her arms around Beca’s arm and leans her head on her shoulder, not hating being in class as much as she thought she would.

#once again unedited bc i'm a lazy piece of shit #been a hot second since i wrote bechloe folks come get y'all juice #bechloe #fanfic #almost canon #pitch perfect #pinkpastels113

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19thsentry-blog · 1 year

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I teased @leafweaverryn about having to deal with Tumblr's post creator and got bonked with righteous retribution for this fun little fella:

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or a few), and share it! Then tag people!

I choose to inflict @kwamisalami, and if it hasn't already started to infect the LBSC server, @goldenlaurelleaveswrites @quickspinner

(Do this at your own risk, TURNS OUT 10 IS ACTUALLY LIKE 100 WHEN YOU START TO PULL IT TOGETHER)

I was about to be glad I only started posting this year and only had a few fics to grab from, and then I remembered 2016 was a year that happened, so this is a mix of both my Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Miraculous Ladybug fanfic. Yaaaay...?

Some Things Change, Others Stay the Same | 6.1K words | Series: Window of Opportunity

(Tara Maclay & Dawn Summers & Spike)

They both made very little noise as they crept up the stairs, and Spike followed Tara to the master bedroom, where the wiccas had moved in. He paused to listen. Slow heartbeat, deep breathing. Asleep like a baby.

He could rip her limb from limb.

Still, he opened the door for Tara and left her to grab whatever she needed. He had to get Dawn. Spike moved back down the hallway and went into the Bit’s room. She was tossing fitfully in her bed, her mouth working soundlessly. Gently, Spike crouched down next to the bed and put a hand on her shoulder, giving it a few soft shakes as he softly called her name. Dawn’s eyes popped open and cleared as they focused on him. “Gotta fly, pigeon. Grab some stuff,” he whispered. Spike helped her sit up and pressed a finger to her lips when she began to speak. He meaningfully raised his eyebrows and Dawn nodded in tacit agreement not to speak.

“Trust me?” His voice was a harsh whisper. Another nod.

The Soggy Witch Factor | 1.1K words | Series: Window of Opportunity

(Tara Maclay & Dawn Summers & Spike)

Spike remembered, quite vividly now that he was standing there thinking about it, how it felt to wake up day after day without Dru next to him. It was lonely, shitty, and made him hate Dru even more for leaving him. The only reason he’d been able to deal was a large amount of tears, booze, and other women, and the only one Tara was indulging in was the tears, and he doubted she’d go any further than that. Still, the idea of having to pay for the fucking thing and then drag it through the parking lot and the hotel had him turning straight back around and heading for the cash register. No amount of soggy witch tears was going to get him to live through something like that.

Or so he’d thought. The ring on his thumb chose the perfect time to remind him of her. It was easy enough to ignore it and let it fade into the background, but once he thought about it, it came right back to the forefront. Spike looked up at the ceiling in irritation. Had he lived for a 126 years to get such a badass reputation just to have it ripped down in little but a few years? Apparently fucking so.

Over the Legal Limit | 1.2K words | Series: Window of Opportunity

(Tara Maclay & Spike)

Spike followed the noise Tara was making in the kitchen and casually leaned against the door frame. She was furiously scrubbing the inside of the coffee pot, totally oblivious to his presence. “And where the bloody hell were you last night, hm?”

Tara jumped and spun around, soap bubbles flying onto the kitchen island behind her, one wet hand going to her chest. “Spike! You’re going to give me a heart attack!” she complained, her cheeks flushed.

“You didn’t answer the question.” Spike regarded her with a raised eyebrow. Tara turned back towards the sink and started scrubbing the basin now.

“Sorry, I was too busy with the heart attack—”

His jaw dropped. “You had sex!” he accused, pointing a finger at her.

“T-that’s ridiculous!” She stammered, scrubbing the stainless steel viciously.

Equals | 101 words | Series: Window of Opportunity

(Dawn Summers & Spike)

Dawn still came by Spike’s crypt sometimes after school. It was tradition, and Tara never minded. Dawn would barge in, trying to be as irritating as possible, and he’d bristle up like an angry cat.

What the Wolf Brought | 848 words | Oneshot

(Daniel "Oz" Osbourne & Buffy Summers)

Time marched forward, chords were played, sets began and ended, school started and then finished, but the core of “Oz” stood still.

That was Before. Now, the After, the wolf reigned.

Everything was about movement and change. The wolf felt and smelled and heard and tasted the differences in every hour of every phase of the moon. The earth had rhythm and sounds, and now his very being moved with it, within it—he was part of it. He didn’t just participate in life on earth, he was it. He didn’t just walk on the earth’s surface, he was tethered to it. He was part of its ever changing landscape, and so was she.

Workaholic | 828 words | Oneshot

(Buffy Summers/Spike)

She came with a weapon this time. Didn’t know what he was thinking, that first time they fought. He should’ve insisted on weapons, because she was glorious. She didn’t hold herself like the first slayer he fought with a sword. She was wild, unpredictable. Her steps were intuitive in nature, not natural from years of practice. The blade sung through the air and they danced through the cemetery. He lept on grave markers, bounced on the sides of crypts, ducked under tree branches, swam around her as she tried to fend him off. Oh, it was a dance alright, and they moved to the beat of her heart and the swing of each other’s limbs. Blood sang.

Anarka, Meet Jagged | 1.3K words | Oneshot

(Anarka Couffaine)

"We need a guitarist--you're gonna give me someone." She could sing the lyrics her-damn-self; it wasn't like she was asking for a miracle here. There was no way Johnny didn't know someone that could play for them, at least for their gig at the shop.

Johnny tapped ash into the tray on the counter while he held one long pointer finger out behind her. "You've seen the board. You can post whatever notice you want up there. I'm sure someone would be interested."

Yeah, as if he didn't already know they'd done that weeks ago. "No, fuck the board. Your board fucking sucks."

"Hey!" he said back in mock offense.

New Beat | 42.3K words | Series: Boomer!Luka

(Adrien Agreste & OC, Alix Kubdel/Kagami Tsurugi, Adrien Agreste & Marinette Dupain-Cheng)

"They have to come together somehow," Adrien mused, lifting the half-built structure slightly to try to look beneath it. "But I swear, there's not--it doesn't look like the picture."

Kamdyn stood to grab his cup of water from the kitchen counter, dipping two fingers in and flicking water droplets on Plagg before he drank from it. It at least stopped the Kwami from the constant snickering, which was a bit of a relief. "Look, I don't think we're getting any further tonight. Call the troops off the hill; the enemy has won."

Adrien sat back on his ankles, frowning. They had made a lot of progress that night--they at least both had bed frames and a dining room table (although they'd botched one of the table chairs, it was permanently wobbly, and there was not much they could do about it but suggest no one sit in it). The apartment was covered in twice as much cardboard as when they'd started. White sheets of Styrofoam, empty plastic bags, and those weird L-shaped screwdrivers were strewn about every conceivable surface. Not to mention, they'd also made it through six of his mother's CDs from her collection, although he didn't exactly do the Isley Brothers much of a service. He'd stopped actually listening fifteen minutes back.

Sunset Palette | 5.3K words | Oneshot

(Luka Couffaine/Félix Graham de Vanily)

Luka checked around the corner to see if anyone was coming, and when the coast was clear, he signaled to Félix with a head nod. "It's nice to play the damsel in distress sometimes. Getting saved by a knight in shining armor has its appeal."

Félix paused, mouth slightly open from where he'd been about to call out to Duusu, and Luka watched that brilliant brain dissect the comment into all its grammatical and contextual elements. Luka couldn't help but grin as one of his favorite shows took place, all the more enthralling under its new cerise pink lens. Félix snapped his mouth shut, looking away with something that might be a bit of a blush if Luka thought positively, and then he shook his head. "Next time, I'm going to let them have you."

Luka shrugged easily while his grin turned roguish, heart dancing and flipping to the same beautifully ruthless footsteps he'd watched earlier. "Doubt it."

Félix seemed like the jealous type.

The Night We Met | 15.2K words | Series: Boomer!Luka

(Luka Couffaine/Félix Graham de Vanily)

Félix watched with hidden approval as the fruit slowly disappeared, and once the plate had nothing on it but the light green and pink sheen of fruit juice, Luka got up to run sink water over it. Félix listened acutely as Luka fumbled around in the kitchenette, then frowned when the noise stopped. He tapped his forefinger on his papers for a minute, and when he hazarded to turn around, he saw a giant white comforter on legs stumbling back out into the main room.

"What are you--"

Félix was interrupted when the corner of the blanket slapped him in the face, Luka tumbling over the back of the couch to fall into the cushions like a killer whale breaching the surface of the ocean. The tangled mess of limbs, dark hair, and covers wormed its way into a semi-reclined position, squashed against the other side of the couch. Luka's face popped out of it, his bangs a mess in his eyes. He frowned again.

"Shit. I forgot my coffee."

#nat's monster in the box #listen #if i tried to tag all the pairings in here id be here all damn day #uh #spike & tara & dawn is my golden trio though #the perfect mix of characters for a chemical reaction of 'wow thats weird whats going on with that'#i've always attached myself to odd pairings that make no sense #and refuse to let go #like a dog with a 10 year old tennis ball #anyway if y'all have already been tagged just ignore me #i haven't actually been fully present on tumblr in a hot minute #i pop on for like two seconds to reblog a post and then my attention is diverted

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