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phlavours · 2 years
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HAPPY 10 YEARS TO MY FAVE GAME EVER! ⚔⚡
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nooks-cranny-mogai · 5 months
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Wishing everyone who posts pictures of mutilated and fucking dead children from the attack on Gaza a very i hope you fucking die.
Edit: after about 24 hrs, it seems this problem has been resolved. Please exercise caution as this could happen again but guest and pro Palestinian suggested videos and gore videos that were posted in pro Palestinian tags have been removed after mass reports.
WARNING!! THIS IS IMPORTANT!!!
Zionists and Trolls are posting copious amounts of gore and mutilated bodies from the attacks on gaza on TikTok!!!
It is uncensored gore of children and adults and if you don't see a problem with this blatant disrespect of the dead, don't fucking follow me!
These videos are not being published with any warnings and are not being published with the consent or in support of Palestinians! They are being posted to horrify people and silence them!
If you are triggered by gore or multilation, DO NOT GO ON TIKTOK RIGHT NOW!! There are hundreds of videos being mass uploaded and they are on people's fyps being tagged to intentionally show up in the feeds of people who support Palestine!!
Again DO NOT GO ON TIKTOK RIGHT NOW.
If you choose to, you take a risk on seeing these videos, the fyp is turning into LiveLeak with bodies being shown with zero blocking out, blurring or sheets to cover them. If you come across these videos, make sure you report them if you are mentally capable of doing so.
Please reblog this so others can be warned.
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look, do i think ST is going to give us anything other than Robin (maybe) getting an offscreen gf and Will coming out? No. Absolutely not. Am i reading every single fic in the Steve/Eddie pairing tag on ao3? yes. because its more fun to me if they are all queer
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nebulousharmony · 26 days
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My cousin sent me a fucking “stimboard” and I’m crying. There are no gifs it’s a video with music. My son my sweet boy who taught you this. You need to see the gifs. The classics. You need to understand our roots boy.
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ace-and-ranty · 1 year
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Just want to say thank you for carrying the entire Scholomance fandom on your back. I check the tag every other day and you always have a new post or something and I appreciate it a lot
It's me!! I have finally become that One Obsessed Fan that fuels the fires of fandom by just being That Into It.
Thank you, friend, that is very kind of you x3
Honestly, I'm just desperate to talk about it. At all times, I am rotating my blorbo Galadriel in my head. The feelings have to go somewhere.
(also, there is someone writing a WHOLE ASS musical in the tags, so I feel I can't take all the credit here. A WHOLE ASS MUSICAL!)
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caliconiko · 11 months
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umm what the fuck did i just watch
im not saying its horrible but like what the fuck
i came into this thinking
oh another idol anime. i keep getting recommended its op and music. is it really any good? i guess it doesnt hurt to just watch and see
and umm yeah i was wrong
like holy shit thats an interesting story ill definitely watch more episodes but also oh my gosh what theeee fuck.
also while i was watching this i thought oh thats where the extent of the wtf-ness ends but haha yeah no
tried the best i could to not gasp and scream because i didnt want to wake anyone up it was late
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itsallyscorner · 10 months
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The Sour Tour | Marvel Cast
pairing: marvel cast x teen!reader
warnings: none
summary: the youngest marvel cast member goes on tour💜
a/n: this fic does not correlate with any other fics I’ve made that include the Sour album
face claim: Olivia Rodrigo
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(y/n)(l/n) The Sour Tour has finally begun! Thank you (home state) for kicking it off to an incredible start! Can’t wait to see you all so soon🥹💜
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brielarson my sweet angel baby
brielarson love you so much can’t wait to see you!!!!!!!!💖💖
(y/n)fan1 HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOO
(y/n)fan2 THE SET LIST??? CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE SET LIST
(y/n)fan3 HAPPIER THEN TRAITOR BACK TO BACK???
(y/n)fan4 ITS LIKE SHE WANTS TO SEE US CRYYY
(y/n)(l/n) bc I do🧍‍♀️
(y/n)fan5 WHAT THE FUCK
tomholland2013 FINNA BE IN PIT
(y/n)fan6 HE FINNA BE IN PITTTTT🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
zendaya @/tomholland2013 bro shut up
robertdowneyjr Wishing you the best of luck, see you soon bee🐝❤️
paulbettany You’re going to do great!!😃
lifeisaloha Love you fam🫶🏼
(y/n)(l/n) All the love Jacobbbb🫶
(y/n)updates I’m ready.
(y/n)fan7 you’re the harryflorals of (y/n) stans
(y/n)fan8 where’s (y/n)scloset????
(y/n)scloset I’m hereeeee🙋‍♀️
markruffalo Wishing you a FANTASTIC and safe tour❤️
(y/n)(l/n) thank you Mark!!❤️
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(y/n)(l/n) North America tour dump✨🦋💜🎸🔮💿🎀
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chrisevans can you just pls sign my poster?
chrisevans please (y/n) I’ve been waiting outside for 30 minutes and teenagers scare the shit out of me
anthonymackie get in line
imsebastianstan I was here first
mcufan1 ya’ll are actual children
evansfan1 @/chrisevans don’t act like we didn’t just see you and Scott going off during Good 4 u👀
elizabetholsen So so so proud!!🤩❤️
mcufan2 Lizzie these are very millennial emojis
(y/n)fan9 MOTHER
(y/n)fan10 MOTHER IS MOTHERING
scarlettjohansson You are the most incredible person I know, what an honor it was to see you live❤️
mcufan3 I SAW YOU AT THE NEW YORK SHOW!!!!!
letitiawright TO EUROPE SHE GOES!!! Can’t wait to see you💜
chrishemsworth can you please do a shoey when you come to Australia?
(y/n)(l/n) no❤️
(y/n)fan11 outta them Doc Martins?💀
(y/n)(l/n) @(y/n)fan11 I swear my feet don’t smell bad
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imsebastianstan ALL THE FLOWERS FOR YOU💐
tagged (y/n)(l/n)
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elizabetholsen MY BABY❤️
(y/n)fan12 mother sighting
(y/n)fan13 the marvel cast is so cute
mcufan4 They really are her second family🥹
anthonymackie Wtf you went without me?
paulrudd I had a great time Sebastian🫶
paulrudd @(y/n)(l/n) you were phenomenal
anthonymackie YOU WENT WITH PAUL???
mcufan5 LMAOOOOO
mcufan6 NOT SEBASTIAN BEING UNRESPONSIVE
(y/n)(l/n) love you Paul <3
(y/n)(l/n) THANK YOU FOR COMING💜💜💜
vancityreynolds YOU BETRAYED ME.
(y/n)fan14 is his singing a lyric or is he also yelling at Seb?
mcufan7 Ryan what—
mcufan8 Seb what’s your favorite song off the sour album??
imsebastianstan Traitor and Favorite Crime
(y/n)fan15 Bucky coded.
mcufan9 i bet these are on his Bucky playlist
Chris Evans via Instagram Story:
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robertdowneyjr You little legend you💜 What an incredible show @(y/n)(l/n) put on tonight at LA! Your talent, charisma, and presence made this such a memorable experience. This show was anything but Sour, the room was full of love and it’s all what (Y/n) deserves. Proud of you always, your Pops❤️
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mcufan10 “Proud of you always, your pops”🥹
(y/n)(l/n) It meant so much for you and your family to come out tonight, thank you so much I love you all❤️
(y/n)fan16 I’m crying this is so sweet😭
therussobrothers Can’t wait to document such a legend
mcufan11 excUSE ME?
mcufan12 WHAT—
(y/n)fan17 A TOUR DOCUMENTARY???
(y/n)(l/n) coming soon on Disney+😉
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(y/n)(l/n) Quick pit stop⛽️
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zendaya face card never declines
(y/n)scloset bestie where is the sweater in the fourth slide from?
(y/n)scloset unfortunately could not find it :(
(y/n)(l/n) my nana made it <3
(y/n)fan18 we love nana😌
tomholland2013 2 MORE WEEKS TILL IM IN PIT😎😎😎🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
anthonymackie shut up
zendaya you’re embarrassing me🫣
(y/n)fan19 TOM FINNA BE IN PIT YALL🔥🔥🔥
florencepugh you look better in my sunglasses than I do
(y/n)fan20 besties
(y/n)(l/n) I’ll give them back to you when I’m in London😌
haileesteinfeld my baby girlll😍
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(y/n)(l/n) UK BABY OI OI🇬🇧👑☕️
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(y/n)fan21 OI OIIIIII
(y/n)fan22 she’s such a One Direction fan I love it
florencepugh you mystical, voice of an angel, fairy baby I love youuuu🧚‍♀️❤️
(y/n)fan23 FLO WAS AT NIGHT 1
(y/n)fan24 I CANT BELIEVE I WAS IN THE SAME ROOM AS FLORENCE AND (Y/N)
flofan1 The fact that Flo was backstage and not at the guest section🥹😭
mcufan11 WHERE IS TOM????
brielarson my cutie pie🥰
mcufan12 (Y/N) (L/N) WORLD DOMINATION
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tomholland2013 told you guys I was finna be in pit😎🔥
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imsebastianstan unbelievable
mcufan13 how was Tom even allowed in pit with all the fans???😭😭
chrisevans wtf bro
paulrudd OH so this is pit
mcufan14 not paul not knowing what pit is😭😭
anthonymackie she only let you into pit to make you shut up😒
mcufan15 Tom riling everyone up is hilarious😭😭
(y/n)fan25 I’m just as salty ac Mackie tbh..
tomholland2013 don’t be so jealous, there’s always next tour🤪
(y/n)fan26 was right next to Tom the entire concert and I swear I love the man, but he kept screaming in my ear💀
zendaya @/tomholland2013 can never take you anywhere man
(y/n)fan27 Tom’s just a fellow girly pop✨
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thatsthat24 · 6 months
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Sanderstober 2023
Upon request, I’ve provided new art prompts for this year’s month of October!! As always, feel free to do all or some of these, pick and choose whichever stands out to you! If you missed a day’s prompt but still wanted to do art for it, absolutely do that and post it whenever you want, no worries whatsoever. It’s all completely laid back and just for fun! I’ve added to this list without consulting old ones, so if I used a repeat idea, it’s possible that I just was interested in seeing more of it again this year!! Hope you all enjoy! If you’re wanting me to check them out at all, you can use the tag, #Sanderstober2023 🎃
Oct. 1st: Give me a spooky or Halloween-y figure and how he looks on Sep. 30th (their off-time, go as comical as you’d like) and then how they look Oct. 1st (traditionally how they are known to look!).
Oct. 2nd: Give me a flower design inspired by a type of candy of your choice!
Oct. 3rd: In celebration of the awesomeness that is Fionna and Cake, I’d love to see you take a character, or characters from your fave series, and give them a multiverse makeover (what they’d look like in a different universe, under different circumstances)
Oct. 4th: Take any historic landmark, and give it an autumn or Halloween-y makeover
Oct. 5th: Since I’ve been on my D&D kick with Roleslaying with Roman, what would any Halloween- or spooky-themed character be in a D&D world? What would be their race? Their class? Their backstory??
Oct. 6th: Google a Random Color Generator and use it to give you three colors. Then use those three colors to create a new Halloween creature or character.
Oct. 7th: Along the lines of Spiderman Noir, take any character you want from some sort of fiction, and depict how they might look like in any other time period!
Oct. 8th: In the spirit of having fun with both Halloween AND Christmas, take a Halloween story/character and draw what they might appear as if they were actually a character talked or sung about in a Christmas story.
Oct. 9th: Take a group of characters from one of your favorite pieces of content and create tarot cards featuring them. Google tarot cards to get inspiration if you need!
Oct. 10th: Take a musical (one that I would suppose wouldn’t already be scary) and create a poster for it as if it were the title of a scary movie
Oct. 11th: Google a Disney character generator, pick out two characters, and create what a mash-up of those two characters would look like!
Oct.12th: Pumpkin spice latte obviously has its spotlight during the fall, but could you come up with another special coffee concoction for another season/holiday of the year?
Oct. 13th: Take a Fall/Halloween concept or character and use it as inspiration for a fashionable outfit
Oct. 14th: As a tribute to Barbenheimer this year, take any character from Barbie or Oppenheimer and depict how they’d appear in the other movie
Oct. 15th: Take the last text you received. Use all or part of it to base a whole movie off of it of any genre, and create a poster for it
Oct. 16th: Take one of the names of your current pet, old pet, or friend’s pet, and use that name as the inspiration for a superhero. What would that superhero look like?
Oct. 17th: Is there a phrase that one of your parents or friend says all the time? Take it and imagine it’s the name of a children’s book. What would that children’s book cover look like?
Oct. 18th: Take a Disney villain, and depict them as a Disney princess
Oct. 19th: Take a Disney Princess and depict them as a Disney villain!
Oct. 20th: Take any Greek god and imagine what their preferred activity might be on an average Fall day.
Oct. 21st: Take a board game (one that I would suppose wouldn’t be scary) and create a poster for it as if it were the title of a scary movie
Oct. 22nd: This is an annual favorite of mine - take take any character(s) from a piece of content of your choice and depict them like a Tim Burton character
Oct. 23rd: Take a famous brand logo (Toyota, Playstation, Campbell’s Soup, Facebook, literally any logo from anything) and design a Pokemon inspired by the logo and color palette! Bonus for naming it and giving it stats!
Oct. 24th: In the spirit AGAIN of having fun with both Halloween AND Christmas, now take a Christmas story/character and draw what they might appear as if they were actually a character talked or sung about in a Halloween story.
Oct. 25th: Another favorite of mine: take any character(s) from a piece of animated content you enjoy, and draw them in the style of another piece of animated content!
Oct. 26th: Go to the latest playlist you were listening to, put it on shuffle, and see what song it plays. Take the title of that song and use it as inspiration for a Halloween/Autumn themed drawing of your choice.
Oct. 27th: Take a favorite pair of characters from a piece of content you enjoy and depict what their matching Halloween costumes would be!
Oct. 28th: [Random event from this past year] … and Zombies!!
Oct. 29th: Every town’s got some local businesses with interesting names (Jerry’s Tire Barn Emporium, stuff like that). If you know of one in your local town, take that name, and imagine it to be the name of a Haunted House. Depict what that location may look like. I wanna learn about some funny local business names.
Oct. 30th: Take one item from your desk/workspace, anything you want. This item is now the inpiration of a brand NEW cryptid (like Sasquatch, Loch Ness, El Chupacabra, just some legendary creature we have yet to find hard evidence of). Depict what this cryptid would be!
Oct. 31st: And, of course, in typical fashion for the big day, give me any character(s) of your choice, from any piece of content, enjoying Halloween in whatever way seems appropriate to them!!
Hope you all have a WONDERFUL October! And hope you enjoy these different art ideas! Looking forward to anything it may bring about!
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magicalregression · 2 months
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General Hazbin Hotel hcs
Hello fellow agere hazbin enjoyers. I come with hcs for the main 6. Pls enjoy
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🛡 ~ Charlie ~ 🛡
She's a little. Regresses to like 6-7 y/o and is so sweet and innocent.
Still wants to help everyone, and spends her time drawing posters to attract people to the hotel.
Her main cg is Vaggie for obvious reasons, though she will also gravitate towards Angel if he's around.
Eepy baby. Once all of her energy is gone, pick her up and she falls right to sleep.
⚔ ~ Vaggie ~ ⚔
She's a caregiver. Vaggie also will babysit the other littles in the hotel if needed, though she has an obvious preference for Charlie.
Is kinda hard on the littles when need be, can be very strict. This is especially true for bed/nap time, mealtimes, and baths. No stinky, overtired littles on Vaggie's watch.
This just popped into my head but cuddles where she uses her wings as like a blanket thing or just lets the little snuggle into it yes yes
Tends to clean up after playtime. She wants to be madder, but could never be truly angry with her babies.
🕷 ~ Angel Dust ~ 🕷
Angel is both a little and a babysitter. When he regresses, it's at a similar age to Charlie, maybe a bit older to around 7-8.
His energy levels highly fluctuate depending on his emotions before regressing. If he had been in a stressful situation or recently come back from work, he's very tired and kinda just wants to be alone with whatever he's entertained himself with. If he's not in a high emotion environment, he's full of energy!
Likes playing tag and hide and seek with the others. Sometimes forgets that he's much bigger than everyone, though, and may accidentally cause some booboos.
As a babysitter, he takes his job very seriously. Might not be as strict about meals or naps (definitely lets them just have as many sweets as they want), but will take tea parties and games very seriously.
📻 ~ Alastor ~ 📻
I know a lot of people like little Al but for personal reasons, he is a caregiver lol. He has too soothing a voice and mannerisms with Nifty for me to not harp on it.
Takes his little out to Overlord meetings or to visit Auntie Rosie. When they go see Rosie, she always has a new outfit for them, whether a onesie or full outfit, there's always something. At the Overlord meetings, he'll let them sit in his lap or between him and Rosie. The others don't mind bc I say so.
Alastor doesn't like touch he doesn't initiate, and you are no exception. That being said, if they find a way to pull on or play with his ears, the most he'll do is let out a long sigh before letting them continue.
Calls them a little Overlord. "Come now, little Overlord, it's time for bed." and "Little Overlord, what have I told you about sneaking up on others?" and the like.
I have the most thoughts about him but will keep this short for everyone's sakes
🧹 ~ Nifty ~ 🧹
A little. She has the biggest fluctuation though and will be either 2 or like 7, no in betweens.
Always has energy. She's bouncing off the walls. Because of this, Angel is the last person asked to take care of her because he'll give her candy and then she gets even worse. He's also a little cautious because of the one time he made her cry, but Nifty just kinda drifts over to him anyways.
Husk usually gets stuck looking after the lil bugger. It'll start as Alastor's problem, then he conveniently disappears and Vaggie gives her to "kitty" (it's not that they don't love her, they do, she's just a lot lol). I imagine little Nif and Husk have a similar dynamic to Boo and Sully in Monsters Inc.
The only way to get her to sleep is with radio static. The white noise calms her down. Bonus points if you give her a fluffy plush to hold as well.
🐱 ~ Husk ~ 🐱
Husk doesn't really like children, even of the regressing variety. It's not that he hates them, he'd just prefer to not have to interact with them as much as he can. The most he'll do is babysit, but even then he's a little clueless.
Tends to get stuck with Angel the most, but he prefers Nifty just because he's been around her the most over the years.
Has the bar stocked up with different juices and milk and other drinks for kids. Also has a wide variety of sippy cups with different themes for different littles. Charlie likes the ducky one, Angel has one with crabs on it, and Nifty's are all plain. Everyone uses the space themed ones, though, so he has the most of those.
He has a little nook under the bar that someone could use as a little hiding space as well. If the littles are playing hide and seek and someone goes down there, Husk is the last to snitch.
If you wanna see specific scenarios or hcs about certain characters, feel free to send in an ask!!
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Cyril Needed A Friend | Tommy Shelby x Reader
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Request: no - written for @look-at-the-soul ‘s 900 follower celebration
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader
Summary: Tommy comes home from business to find that his family grew by one while he was away.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1174
A/N: congrats on hitting 900 followers, Mar! I hope you like what I did with this little story. I couldn’t resist adding Cyril in too. Enjoy! :)
Let me know if you want to be tagged in stories similar to this one!
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Tommy thanked the driver as he pulled the car around to the front door of his home. He grabbed his briefcase and opened the car's door, stepping out before looking up at the sound of nails scratching against the concrete. He immediately knew who that was, and upon looking up, he was greeted by the big, lovable lunk that was Cyril.
"Hello, Cyril," he greeted the dog, dropping his briefcase down to the ground so that he could bend down and use both of his hands to pet the dog.
"Dad!" the excited voice of his daughter, Ruby, made him look up from the dog and fix his eyes on the door of the house once more. There, he saw his daughter rushing out of the front door, something cradled in her arms, with his son, Charlie, following close behind. He could also see his wife, (Y/N), in the shadow of the doorway.
"Hey, Rubes. Hey, Charlie," he greeted both of the children, a smile on his face before he focused on what was in Ruby's arms, "what have you got there, Ruby?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised in intrigue.
"It's our new puppy, daddy!" Ruby happily exclaimed, moving closer to her father so that she could show him the dog that was nestled in her arms.
A look of surprise formed on Tommy's face, and he glanced up at (Y/N) then, seeing her leaning against the doorframe with an amused grin on her face. "Our new puppy?" he asked his daughter then, hoping he'd get some clarification. He knew nothing of this new addition to the family.
"Yes! We got him yesterday. His name is Pip and he's only a year old," Ruby gave some details of the dog as she thrusted it closer to his body. He could now see that the dog was mostly black, but had some brown on his underbelly and around his face.
"A Yorkshire Terrier?" Tommy questioned, wondering if he had his breeds correct. This dog was like the poster image for that breed though, so he was pretty sure that he wouldn't get it wrong.
"Yes, dad! How did you know?!" Ruby was thrilled by her father's answer.
"Lucky guess," Tommy grinned at his daughter, her excitement making his heart swell.
"Would you like to pet him, dad? He's super soft and he doesn't bite. I promise!" Ruby insisted.
"I hope he wouldn't bite," he commented on the second half of his daughter's statement, his words making her giggle. He smiled at Ruby before obliging her and petting the dog on the head. The pup, happy to be getting attention, pressed his head against Tommy's hand as he was being pet.
"Isn't he the sweetest?!" Ruby exclaimed, overjoyed that her father had given in and gave the dog a pet.
“He is,” Tommy appeased his daughter, hoping his smile stayed believable as his eyes found his wife’s again. She looked to be having the best time watching this interaction go down.
“Come on, Pip, let’s go inside!” Ruby exclaimed as she turned around on the gravel and made her way back to the door. Charlie, who was giving Cyril some love, stood and followed his sister, the bigger of the family’s two dogs moseying in behind them.
Tommy sent a wide eyed look to (Y/N) before he grabbed his briefcase and walked up the two, concrete steps so that he could get to where she was standing.
“Welcome back,” she greeted him, kissing his lips quickly before she pulled back to send a smile in his direction.
“When was the decision to get a second dog made?” he asked her, wanting to get the details of the new yorkie that he’d just met as soon as possible.
“A few days ago,” she responded nonchalantly, not seeing the entire situation as a big deal.
“And you didn’t think to consult me on it?”
“Oh stop treating this like it’s a matter of business, Tommy. It’s a bloody dog,” (Y/N) said to him, letting him know that he was making too big of a deal out of this, “the kids are always fighting over who gets to play with Cyril, who does not like the torture that he goes through, but he puts up with it, so I decided that they’ll have a dog each. Ruby picked this puppy out from the shelter. The workers said that he’d been there since he was a baby and that no one had shown any interest in him. We couldn’t not get him. And plus, Cyril seemed like he needed a friend…it was a win-win,” she happily gave him the run down of why she’d made this decision.
Tommy stayed silent for a few moments as he thought about what she’d said. (Y/N) looked at him expectantly, waiting for what he had to say in response. After those moments passed, Tommy let out a sigh of defeat. “How did she land on the name Pip?” he asked, switching the topic of conversation just slightly.
“Pip is short for Pipsqueak. Ruby chose that name because ‘he’s so tiny’,” she informed him, using their daughter’s exact words while explaining the decision behind the name that was chosen.
“That makes sense,” Tommy nodded, slowly but surely warming up to the idea of having a second dog around.
“He’s been really good with Cyril so far…they love each other already, I think,” (Y/N) smiled, thinking about earlier this morning when she found them curled up next to each other in the dog bed.
Tommy was about to respond, but he got cut off by Ruby, who was screaming to them from another room: “mum, Pip peed on the ground again!” Hearing this made Tommy’s eyes snap to his wife, his previous smile now gone. (Y/N) sent him a sheepish one in response.
“He may still need to work on being house trained,” she said, her words hesitant as she wondered how Tommy would respond to her statement.
He only sighed and shook his head, deciding that he’d finally head inside. Once he entered the foyer, he found Ruby, who was holding Pip with a frown on her face. “Can we please keep him, dad? I promise he won’t have any more accidents,” she said to him, using her best begging eyes.
Tommy looked at the dog and then back at his daughter. There really was no argument here. Only one answer was clear: “yes, love. We’ll keep him,” he assured her, his words making the biggest smile break out onto her features. She hugged the dog before hugging his legs in a thank you. He just patted her back softly before she ran off with the dog in her arms.
He knew one thing as he watched her run away: she couldn’t promise that he wouldn’t have anymore accidents in the house, but she damn sure would love that dog with everything she had. And who was Tommy to take that away from her?
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maple-seed · 2 months
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My husband knows that I write fanfiction, but he doesn't know what I write and has never read any of my writing. However, my husband is not stupid and immediately knew what character my stories were about. 😂
The thing is, he is convinced I'm writing a longfic romance between Loki and the Tenth Doctor because, again, he is not stupid and is aware of my tastes. 🤣
Any time he sees me typing on my phone or laptop he assumes I'm writing fanfiction (he's right maybe 50% of the time lol) and he has taken to dropping into a dramatic voice and narrating a short scene in this fic he's sure I'm writing.
I told him he should write them down but he refused, so I'm doing it for him. These snippets are non-sequitur, unpolished, and generally do not have anything more to them than what you see here.
Enjoy.
The Doctor reached out to touch Loki's cheek, but he vanished, it was only an illusion. "Just as well," he thought, "I have Daleks to fight."
The Tenth Doctor glared at Dalek Sec and said "Dalek Sec? I'd rather be having sex!"
Moses threw his staff onto the floor and it turned into a snake. The children of Israel rejoiced and went off to do something else. Once everyone was gone Loki turned back into himself. The Doctor stuck his head out of the TARDIS and said "Can we go now??"
I plan on saving as many of these as I can for posterity, so if you don't want crackfic snippets on you dash, which were not so much written as they were rambled, then block the tag "Mr. Maple's Fanfiction".
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Montreal, Canada – Abdallah Alhamadni knows the clock is ticking.
Every day, the 51-year-old Palestinian father of three checks to see whether his efforts to bring his relatives in Gaza to safety have advanced. [...]
"We feel paralysed, depressed, frustrated, crying,” he told Al Jazeera. “Sometimes we feel we need to be strong to support them because we are the only hope for them. It’s a lot of things coming together, and we are alone.”
Originally from the Jabalia refugee camp in northern Gaza, Alhamadni is trying to bring 61 relatives, including 27 children, to Canada through a new temporary visa programme for Palestinians affected by Israel’s military offensive. [...]
Continue Reading.
Tagging: @politicsofcanada, @allthegeopolitics, @vague-humanoid
Note from the poster @el-shab-hussein: So if it wasn't disgusting enough that they left Ahmed Kouta and countless other Palestinian-Canadians stranded in Ghazzah with no assistance WHILE THEY SEND THEIR TROOPS TO TAKE PART IN THEIR GENOCIDE. They want to cut off the funding to the means of survival not just of the Palestinians in Ghazzah but all the wretched segregated enclaves that everyone forced us into outside of our own land, they want to slowly kill and starve 6 million Palestinians. And now THIS? How many Indigenous populations does Canada want to wipe out?? Once a settler colony, always a settler colony.
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yellowbunnydreams · 4 months
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The Blood Runs Thicker ~vampire!William Afton x F! Reader~
~Yes yes, you read the title right. I'm that maniac who is going to write about a slightly more perverse maniac than usual. This was slightly inspired by stumbling across some of the ancient parts of the FNAF fandom and fanfics in general (Remember Vincent and his toast?), and that weird period in fanfics when everything was either set in the apocalypse, adoption fanfics or vampire tagged. And I saw that and went 'what if our favourite murder man got the vampire treatment?' So here we are! May write more to this, but I just wanted to write something different and potentially a bit humorous and dark in places compared to 'Bunny Ears'.~
Tag-List; @ruh--roh-raggy
CW:Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 50's), acts of violence, biting, knifeplay, blood, blood-drinking/licking, vomiting/retching, mention of dead children, anaemia. The suit stays ON
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You weren't entirely sure why you had taken on the job at Freddy Fazbear's pizza, but you supposed it was a little bit of your morbid curiosity that had driven you to a place like this.
You were too young to have grown up with Freddy's, but you knew of the dark rumours and mysteries that surrounded the place and the company that had tried to sweep it all under the rug repeatedly. Missing children, presumed dead, whispers of haunted animatronics, a killer in a mask who evaded capture and death repeatedly no matter how many times he was burned to the ground. It had piqued your interest, so when you had seen the ad in the newspaper for a night-guard at the old location, you couldn't help but jump at the chance.
Shining your flashlight around the main dining area, you swore that shadows moved on their own accord in the dingy room. Clearly once a place of joy as prizes remained unclaimed in the prize counter, birthday hats lined the tables on faded confetti patterned table-cloths like they were simply waiting for the party to turn up despite the thick dusty cobwebs that strung between each of them. Even the spiders had long since passed away.
Heading back to the security office, you plopped yourself down into the office chair, hearing it creak slightly as your weigh settled into it. Wheeling over and throwing on the breaker to get the security system up and running according to the instructions that had been left for you. The woman in the careers office where you had gone to express you interest seemed shocked when you'd agreed to take the job.
'We have to legally disclose that there have been...disappearances...with the previous guards.'
But something had called you there, and you weren't going to ignore that siren song of curiosity.
Flicking through the monitors, you noticed that one of the animatronics had moved its head slightly, looking towards the camera instead of straight ahead. A smile quirked at your lips as you looked at it.
"So maybe you're not so worn down after all this time after all." You murmured softly, wheeling over to the door and checking the corridor for any signs of them moving towards you yet, but spotting nothing of the sort. Humming quietly as you pushed yourself back to the monitors. Pausing as you saw that all three of the main stage animatronics had turned their heads towards the camera instead, lifeless eyes boring into your soul as your hands hovered over the controls.
"Are you trying to talk?" Whispering to air as you felt a chill creeping down your spine. Almost as if you were being observed, although the theory was ridiculous and you knew it logically. Head tilting as you looked at the animatronics, trying to figure out what made them suddenly pay attention.
The sensation of being watched grew stronger, making you turn around to confirm to yourself that you were alone in the tiny office. Seeing nothing but dust and faded posters from the hay-days of Freddy's that had remained miraculously intact after so long. Checking the cameras again, you noticed that the bear had moved off of the stage. How it had done so silently was anybody's guess, but you assumed it wasn't natural, whatever it was. Looking down the hallway again as you wheeled yourself over, you could see two white pinpricks in the darkness, slightly taller than you thought the bear was perhaps. But you hadn't exactly measured them in case you had to compare by animatronic height and eye colour to determine who was knocking at your door.
"Alright, so Freddy's coming to play with me." Voice soft as if it would disturb things that weren't there should you speak any louder. Checking the monitors again, noticing that the other three seemed to be moving about a bit more, moving through various places in the restaurant as if searching for something. Looking closer however, you realised that they weren't quite searching, rather, the way they positioned themselves, it was like they were trying to move away from something you couldn't see.
Where there more ghosts than you had heard from the stories? You weren't sure, but looking back down the hallway, your heart pounded uncertainly in your chest as you noticed that the eyes were closed in the dark. Barely lighting enough to notice a slight flicker to them as they stood on the edge of the darkness ending at the end of the hall. Almost as if it was afraid of the light.
Glancing back at the monitors, you frowned as you counted four animatronics on the screens. Freddy and Bonnie looking towards the cameras, Freddy's head tilted slightly and mouth partially open as if to say 'look at me'. Your eyes flickered back to the hallway, back to the monitors. You were staring at a fifth, one you hadn't seen and that had moved as silently as the grave, approaching when you weren't looking.
Motion at the edge of your vision forced your eyes away from those piercing silver ones, watching the light catch the glint of something metallic at around mid-thigh for the thing at the end of the hall. Confusion written on your expression before it moved a little more, revealing the long thin edge of a blade in the light.
It felt as if your pulse suddenly stopped as your body froze up in fear. More so than the thought of animatronic monstrosity coming to kill you, this thing was too human, too real.
Leaping from your chair, you slammed the door shut as you saw the thing moving towards you quickly. Screaming slightly as the weight slammed into the door and made you slide across the floor despite all your body weight pressing against it. Hearing something like a low growl glitching out on the other side of the wood as it seemed to crash into it again. Your boots sliding across the tiled floor as you desperately threw your weight against it, panic making bile rise in your throat as you struggled to breathe whilst adrenaline set in.
It stopped throwing itself against the door, and you wondered if it had gone. Before the part of the door next to your head exploded in splinters, making you scream in shock, another punch coming through and finally revealing a glove-like yellow hand. The fingers all too articulate as it reached in and started to grab for you, forcing you to move away and release the weight pressing back against the door.
Finally, you were forced away from the door and it slammed open, hearing the wood crack as it slammed into the edge of a filing cabinet. Your eyes wide as you remained on the floor, breathing heavy as you watched a yellow rabbit standing in the doorway. The white eyes boring into you, seeming to flicker over your face with a low chuckle as it watched your fear. The knife in it's right hand twirling around with some skill as it stepped slowly towards you, menacingly.
You decided in that moment that you weren't going to die in a corner like a coward.
Yelling, you managed to push yourself to your feet, launching your much smaller size and weight against the thing's stomach, hearing something like a grunt and then a sickening click of metal before the sound of it ripping through something soft. The rabbit suit doubling over in pain as an electronically mixed scream ripped from within, lacing over the very human one from within the suit. You didn't want to know what had given way as you managed to shove it to one side slightly, writhing your way past it and into the dining room.
The other animatronics were nowhere to be seen, and you were grateful for that as you ran for the front doors, trying them and swearing that they were locked. Your keys in the office where the screams had stopped. You weren't turning back however, and you turned around, searching for your next exit. Spotting a corridor with the 'fire exit' sign faintly lit up over it, sprinting towards it as if it was your last hope.
Until a searing pain erupted in your thigh, making you scream and fall harshly onto your stomach and shoulder, grunting as you hit the floor and knocking the wind out of you. Looking at your leg, you saw the knife sticking out of your thigh, hilt deep and you swore you could feel it scraping your femur as you tried to weakly move the leg. Hand hovering around it as you wanted to pull it out but you knew it would potentially bleed you out if you did.
Looking up, the yellow rabbit stalked towards you, you noticed one of the pieces of its ear was missing, giving it an oddly lopsided look, and the fur around the muzzle had somewhat worn and decayed, leaving a permanent grin on it's face.
"Well well, aren't you a pretty sight for sore eyes?" It's distorted voice chuckled, wheezing slightly as you noticed that blackish-brown staining had started to seep onto the suit from the bottom of the torso, whatever you had heard snapping inside clearly striking flesh and making it bleed.
"Please, please don't." You begged, still trying to crawl away and screaming as it moved unnaturally quick again, grabbing onto the knife in your thigh and pulling. Tears streaming down your face as you sobbed, feeling the adrenaline mixing with so many other things in your body as you tried to beg for your life. Only eliciting a chuckle from the rabbit as it looked down at you, crouched besides your weak body as twisted the knife, making you see stars of pain as you cried out again.
"Oh but I was just getting started. It's been a while since anybody's run from me. You've really made me want to hunt, but you did hurt me." It spoke darkly, pulling the knife from your thigh and making you cry out, hands automatically moving to the wound and trying to stop the bleeding. "You know, I think you punctured a lung, you little brat." You could hear the wheezing more clearly now that it was closer, that sickening sucking, crackling sound that you instinctually knew was the sound of death.
"We'll die together then." You laughed bitterly, spitting at the suit before you heard the laughter rising from it's chest. A full blown laugh that glitched out the voice box inside and made it double over itself eerily before the person inside the suit was wracked with coughs, watching bloody spittle coat the teeth of the suit as the person inside clearly wasn't joking about you taking out their lung.
"Oh sweet thing, if only it was that easy to kill something like me. You've just picked how I'm going to kill you instead, that's all."
You shrieked as one of the heavy knees planted into your thigh, crushing your fingers beneath the weight, feeling the warmth of your own blood blooming against your jeans and the fabric of the suit, making your fingers slick with it. You watched it toss the knife to one side as it forced you to lay on your back, your breath being restricted by the heavy weight of it's hand on your throat as the other hand worked on ripping your blouse open on one side. Exposing your shoulder to it. Confusion running through your woozy, adrenaline overloaded mind before its hand adjusted on your throat. Forcing you to look the other way by gripping your chin and exposing your neck and shoulder to it.
Clicks could be heard from just above you, and as the weight bore down on your smaller body, you whimpered. Feeling sudden warm breath against your neck before a slick tongue ran up the side, making you squirm uncomfortably as your hand weakly struck out at the suit. Hearing a chuckle next to your ear as you swore you felt the brush of stubble against the sensitive skin of your jaw.
"It's nothing personal, you understand don't you? I can't help myself when I have something so pretty to eat right infront of my face." The voice was no longer distorted, but rather deep and gravelly, sending a cold chill sliding down your spine as suddenly your enemy was all too human, too alive. Heart pounding wildly in your chest as you still continued to fight. Hands scrambling for purchase, your one free leg kicking out and trying to catch anything to maybe force the crushing force off of you.
The breath was back at your throat, the feeling of stubble brushing your throat, hearing an animalistic snarl before the hand on your chin moved to cover your mouth. Filling your nose with the scent of old fabric and faintly hot pennies as searing pain flared down your shoulder and neck. Making you scream into the hand as you felt the hot wetness against your skin, almost like the man in the suit had his mouth clamped down and was biting into your shoulder. A sucking sensation against your skin, head feeling light and eyes beginning to roll back before the weight suddenly lifted from your body. Allowing you to suck in desperate breaths as you struggled to orient yourself with what was happening.
Retching, you heard retching and more clicks, the shuffling of fabric. Trying to sit up, you managed to prop yourself onto your elbows before you collapsed onto your side instead, able to faintly make out in the dim lights of the restaurant as the man in the suit knelt by your side. Retching as he clung to his stomach. The rabbit's head sat up on a table nearby and what you could now see was a glove discarded onto the floor. His fingers in his mouth as if he tried to dig the taste of you out of his mouth, prompting a weak chuckle from you. His eyes snapping over as he growled lowly. Baring bloodied teeth, his canines perhaps longer than you would have thought, but your vision was still swimming.
He crawled over to you, picking you up and making you groan despite the fact he kept you sat on the floor for the most part. You could sort of make out features as you struggled to focus your eyes, seeing a masculine face and the dark hair around his mouth, now smeared with red. He shook you harshly, making you weakly whimper.
"What the fuck did you take? You taste disgusting!" He hissed, making you furrow your brows and chuckle despite the fact that you wanted to close your eyes.
"I....I don't think humans are meant...to...consume...human blood." He shook you again, making you groan as your eyes rolled back and he shook you again, fingers digging into your shoulders with bruising force as you felt his tongue run against your neck again. Shuddering at the feeling before you heard him spitting.
"You're fucking anaemic? Great, my first victim in two weeks and I get the anaemic with the bad diet."
"Hey!..." You quietly protested, brow furrowing more as you still tried to fight against the insinuation that you were somehow lower quality than his other victims.
"Hold on, little stupid blood-bag. I'm not going to let you go to waste, you have to pay me back for the fucking lung." The voice growled and coughed again, making you feel the warm splatter across your face as he didn't bother to cover his mouth. Feeling the arms slip under your body and your head span more as you seemed to be lifted up. Groaning and going limp as you felt tired. Too tired to keep your eyes open, and cold suddenly too.
The rhythm of his steps made it all too easy to close your eyes however, and you didn't remember anything else as you laid in his arms life a bloodied sacrifice to some old-god.
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Catra and Adora were taught to physically fight from the time they were young children, which I think is so interesting because we see the negative impact of that on their relationship. Obviously that's an unhealthy way to deal with things. They don't really know how to express their emotions or vulnerability very well. In Adora's words, she's used to punching her feelings out. In their horde days we see that one of the main ways they express affection for each other is roughhousing. Constantly. They mainly just tackle each other and playfight. It's a kind of physical touch that's more easily allowed within their framework than any kind of gentleness. While that's partially due to their dynamic in general, it quickly becomes sinister once they're actually on opposite sides of the war and are fighting with the intention to defeat. Another user posted about their fighting and the unspoken emotion behind it since they haven't been taught to express themselves in a heathy way (couldn't find the post so feel free to tag OP!). Because of their particular kinds of trauma, neither of them are able to be vulnerable and listen to the other while also explaining their feelings. For the first four seasons they're pretty much shouting at each other without any active listening going on. That lack of vulnerability and understanding is symbolized by their physical fights. What makes season 5 so good (at least in part) is The Shift™️ to gentleness.
Adora's been in an environment with people around her who have helped her start to recover from her trauma. Catra just starts to get that chance once she's rescued from horde prime. And it takes time. There's a lot to unpack there and it's not easy, but slowly Catra starts to heal as well away from the Horde. And their dynamic changes. We still see moments when they regress (their fight immediately after Save the Cat and the scene where Catra leaves again both moments when they aren't really listening to what the other person is saying - healing isn't linear), but there's something else there as well. They put their hands on each other's cheeks, Adora puts her hand on Catra's shoulder, they cradle each other, Catra holds Adora's shoulders as she helps her to the heart. And there's the moment in the spaceship where they've been fighting once again and Catra's exterior breaks and she's vulnerable. Catching Adora's wrist, her hand slides down to gently caress Adora's and she asks her to stay. This moment mirrors the moment in the first season where Adora catches Catra's wrist, asking her to come with her and Catra pulls away. Rather than the wrist (still a somewhat detached touch), Catra's hand slides down intentionally taking her hand. Ughhhhhh. My little heart. Before when they're holding hands, it's usually accidental or almost unavoidable during a fight. They're pulling each other off of cliffs or grabbing hands in a mind-bending reenactment of their memories. But this is something else: intentional gentleness which I think is such a crucial element of Catra's redemption, the development of their relationship, and the healing of their trauma.
Once Catra is out of the horde, she has the chance to start to feel safer and is able to be more emotionally vulnerable along with the fact that there are boundaries. Violence won't be tolerated and Catra has to change her behavior in order to be close to Adora, which I think is important. They start listening to each other and helping each other heal by validating the other's needs while putting themselves in each other's shoes. This peaks at the moment that Catra is finally able to express her love for Adora, which she's never had the ability to do before because of her insecurity, trauma, and fear of vulnerability. With that narrative resolution and progression, they finally kiss. Gentleness and vulnerability is what they were never allowed before and it's the thing that embodies their healing. Nothing that hasn't been said before by other posters but ughhhhhhhhhhhhh
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no-phrogs-in-hats · 4 months
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Baby Steps Part 1
Larissa Weems x fem!reader
Summary: Larissa and reader begin their journey to becoming parents
Warnings: Needles, pregnancy, mentions of PCOS (PCOS girlies unite), blood
A/N: Okay, so a lot of you wanted me to write a Larissa x pregnant!reader and I've decided to make this a tiny series. I was gonna make it a tiny continuation of If I Could Turn Back Time, but I forgot in the epilogue that they adopted a student so oh well. Tiny Larissa x reader series! Also I know I could've just had Larissa shapeshift a dick, but I'm not up for writing that.
Also lmk if you wanna be tagged in the next part<3
Read Part 2 here
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It was in the dark of your bedroom that you whispered her name, “Larissa?”
“Hm?”
You felt her arms tighten around your waist. “What do you think about…children?”
“Children?” She sat up and leaned over you. “Well, I think I have to like them since I’m the principal of a school.”
You sighed, smiling softly as she pecked you on the lips. “That’s not what I meant. I mean…a…family. What do you think about a–starting a…family…?”
Your heart began to race. It had been on your mind for months and all you were waiting for was the courage to bring up the topic. You were anticipating Larissa’s reaction, every scenario in your head ending with the phrase, “Maybe we should get a divorce.”
But, instead, when she laid back down behind you and pulled you into her embrace, she placed a kiss on your neck and smiled. “I would love nothing more, my darling.”
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Larissa held your hand as you sat on the table at the doctors office. The sterile white paper underneath you crinkled with every move you made. 
“The doctor should be in shortly,” the scribe said, smiling before tossing her gloves out and leaving the room. 
Your eyes wandered the room, noting the diagrams and pieces of maternity art that hung on the beige walls. You giggled as you watched Larissa blow into a latex glove before letting it go and watching it fly around the room. You sobered up immediately when a soft knock on the door was heard.
“Hi!” The door opened and a short woman with frizzy hair walked in. “I’m Dr. Curan. It’s lovely to meet you.” She took a seat on the rolling stool in front of the computer, opening your file on it and skimming through it. “So, I see that you’re here for an evaluation.”
“Yeah, we’ve decided to, uhh…start a family. But, as you can see,” you said, gesturing between yourself and Larissa, “we kind of need help with that.”
The doctor smiled. “Well I can help you with that. Were you thinking in vitro? Intrauterine?”
“Intrauterine,” you answer. “Of course, though, in vitro is okay if it’s necessary.”
“Okay! So, the first thing we’re gonna have to do for intrauterine–or artificial insemination, whichever one you wanna call it–is a fertility test.” Dr. Curan looked over your chart once again. “I can see in your chart here that you do have PCOS, so that can affect your fertility. Other than that, you’re healthy and you’re young, so my hopes are high for this.”
“And what does the test consist of?” you heard Larissa ask.
“Part of it will be a blood test,” the doctor said. “This one will measure two hormone levels. The first is the follicle-stimulating hormone. Its main job is to control the growth of eggs in your ovaries. And the second hormone is anti-mullerian. It’s produced by the follicles themselves and the more anti-mullerian you have, the more eggs you’re probably going to have.”
“And the other part?” you asked.
“The other part will be the antral follicle count,” Dr. Curan explained. “It’ll be performed by a transvaginal ultrasound. Basically, we’ll count how many follicles are in your ovaries. And, after that, we’ll go over the treatment plan.”
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Waiting for the sonographer, you laid on your back with your feet in stirrups. You watched as Larissa, with arms folded in front of her, looked closely at a framed poster with fun facts about the female anatomy.
“Did you know this?” she gawked. “Prehistoric females had an average of fifty periods in their lifetime! And the average woman will use 11,000 tampons in her life! That’s bonkers!” She looked back at you, meeting your surprised look before turning back around to continue reading. “Oh, look at this! A contraction can give a force that equates to roughly 1,938 kilograms of pressure! That’s 4,272 pounds! Women’s breasts can grow up to three cup sizes while pregnant! Their blood volume increases by fifty percent and their heart can grow bigger because of that! This is incredible! I can’t believe I never knew some of these!” 
“Larissa,” you huff, “you need to stop reading these off to me, otherwise I’ll schedule a tubal ligation instead of an intrauterine insemination.”
She pursed her lips and smiled at you before walking over and taking your hand. Larissa leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips, “Oh, you’ll be fine, darling.”
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Standing at the sink, you watched out the window as your hands worked idly, scrubbing away at dirty pots and pans. You were lost in your thoughts when you felt a presence behind you. Arms wrapped around your waist and you gasped as hands slid to your hips and lips skimmed over your neck.
Low groans from Larissa vibrated over your throat as she kissed and nipped at the exposed skin. “It’s seven o’clock. Maybe you should put a hold on the dishes.”
“Maybe you should be patient,” you retorted. “A few more minutes won’t make a difference.”
Larissa hummed, “Talking back? You know, Christmas is coming up next month. I’d hate for you to end up on the naughty list…”
“Have any punishments in mind?” you quipped. 
You could feel her heavy breath on your neck as her hands wandered more. Down to your ass, up to your waist, over to your breast. “So, so many,” she murmured into your ear. 
You could feel one of her hands keep you steady as the other one retreated from your body. They returned shortly and one of them pulled your shirt up over your belly. “And–Ow!” 
A sharp pain in your lower abdomen caused you to jolt, and after five seconds Larissa stepped away. You glared at her as she giggled to herself and recapped the needle on the pen. She pressed a kiss to your cheek, “Just think about our future child. When you’re done here, I’ll be in the bedroom…waiting for you.”
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Later that night, beneath the warm comforter and cold air, your naked bodies, slick with sweat, were locked in a tight embrace.
“Maybe we could ask Vlad,” you giggled.
Larissa laughed and tightened her arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “Vlad? Really?”
“Mhm,” you joked. “He’s good looking. He’s athletic. He’s European. He’s the whole package, Larissa.”
“How about we choose someone from the donor list,” Larissa suggested.
You sighed, “Fine. As long as they’re attractive. I don’t want an ugly kid.”
“You are ridiculous.”
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Your leg bounced up and down as you sat with Larissa in the waiting room. 
“What if it’s negative?” you ramble. “What if we’ve done all of this stuff for nothing?”
Larissa’s hand went to your knee, squeezing it lightly to calm your fidgeting. “Then we’ll do it again if you want. Darling, you’re young. You’re healthy. We have plenty of time. And if you no longer want to do it, there are other options.”
When your name was called, Larissa took your hand and walked with you into the room. She sat beside you as you had your blood drawn, talking about names and if the baby would have powers like you, what color to paint the nursery and if you should start looking for a bigger house.
The phlebotomist stood up after bandaging your arm. “Alright, whenever you’re ready, you’re all set. Let me know if you feel dizzy or lightheaded and I’ll get you some juice. It’s a Friday, so you should expect the results in your chart on Monday or Tuesday, and if you haven’t by Wednesday, feel free to give us a call.”
Monday morning, your heart was racing. Your anxieties would be cured sometime that day–to be replaced with elation or disappointment. When? You didn’t know. And you hated it. The entire day moved at a snail’s pace. You could hardly focus while teaching and kept checking your phone every time it buzzed. This happened so many times, in fact, that you had to silence it altogether. 
At lunch, you checked your phone again, but to no avail. It was during the last class of the day that you were sitting at your desk and grading papers while the students had free time that the buzz of your phone made you almost sick with anticipation.
New message: ‘Hello! You have one (1) new test result waiting in your chart. Questions? Call (802)44…’
You thought the bell would never ring. However, when it did, and your students flooded out of the room, you followed suit with your phone in hand. Rushing up the stairs, you had made it to Larissa’s office in record timing. You knocked quietly on the door and when you heard a faint voice beckoning you to enter, you did.
“How was your day?” Larissa smiled as she put away files in a desk drawer .
“Long,” you sighed, giving her a peck on the lips before sitting down. “But, I got an interesting message…The test results are available.”
Larissa froze. “What are you doing? Open it!”
“But, what if it’s negative?” you said.
She took your hand in hers, eyes softening and her voice lowering. “My darling, if it’s negative, it isn’t the end of the world. Like I said a couple weeks ago, this isn’t our only option.”
“Right…” You took a deep breath and sighed. “Well, here we go.”
You unlocked your phone and opened your online patient portal. The words at the top of the screen make your insides turn.
One (1) new test result!
You tapped on them. 
Lab results - Blood
Pregnancy
Result:
Positive
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yesimwriting · 5 months
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Hi there!
If you accept requests, could you write a Halloween themed fic about y/n, Billy and Stu?
Like them going out to choose their costumes and decorating Stu’s house for a party, stuff like that
Hope you are doing well! Thank you very much ☺️
A/n omg i loveee holiday fics and halloween <3
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You're staring down an aisle of plastic faces etched into neon bases. The differences between them are superficial, just a variety of colors and two or three alternainge expressions. Nothing distinct enough to warrant this level of analysis and yet...
You decide on one from the top shelf. Orange with simple triangle eyes and a double toothed smile. A classic.
You place your chosen plastic pumpkin into the cart that's slowly but surely being filled up by Halloween decor that's only somewhat cheesy. Okay, to be fair, the contents of your pile range in their levels of cheesiness...but still, mostly non-cheesy and perfectly fitting for a classic Halloween, high school rager.
"Really?"
There's nothing about Billy's voice that's worth getting. No soft lilt to indicate teasing or harshness to imply actual judgement. It's the factualness of the statement that leaves you doubting your choice, even though nothing about this is that deep. "What?"
Billy lets out a partial sigh, irritated by the way that fondness pinches his chest. There's something soft about your question, like his opinion on your choice of decorations could actually crush you. It soothes that part of him that's always searching for a reason to believe that those around him are flighty. "You just--you spent so much time looking and then you picked the orange one."
Shrugging, you place a hand on the side of the cart. "I was deciding."
"You picked the poster child of pumpkins." A pointless stance for a pointless argument. You beam at him and Billy starts to feel a little less ridiculous for entertaining this.
Still smiling, you start, "Pumpkins have poster children?"
"Hey, sweetheart." Stu appears halfway down the aisle.
You blink, instinctually squeezing the side of the cart tighter in your shock. For someone so larger than life, Stu can move quietly when he wants to. "Stu." Carefully, and only somewhat halfheartedly, you try to shrug him off. "Did you at least find the cups?"
Stu lifts his free arm, showing you the plastic covered set of solo cups. "You give me a job, babe, I get it done."
Billy rolls his eyes, "Since when?"
Stu scoffs, fingers pressing into your upper arm a little more firmly. "Since Y/n asked." His hand shifts up and down your arm. "Maybe if you looked like her, I'd listen to you."
There's nothing inherently wrong with the gesture, but there's an undertone of stiffness in his touch. That paired with the way Stu's attention remains on Billy makes you feel a little more like a prop than equal participant in the conversation. Deciding to shake off the feeling, you poke Stu's side.
"Ouch." A sound that's forced out much too harshly. Stu retracts immediately, like he's in agony. "What? I was complimenting you."
You roll your eyes. "I barely touched you."
"I'm wounded." He makes a show of clutching his side. "Kiss it better?"
Billy sighs, shifting his attention towards you, "We can't take him anywhere."
You nod understandingly, "We really can't."
Stu scoffs, offended, "Fuck you guys."
"We're kidding." Your concession comes quicker than usual, but you really don' mind giving in to keep the peace right now.
Today has been fun in that simple way that people forget about around middle school. Stu had called last night and mentioned something about wanting to up his party game for Halloween and a few things about decorations. He insisted that he couldn't go with just Billy because Billy has the decorative taste of someone that's color blind. Even though that's the strangest insult you've ever heard, it made you laugh and you agreed to tag along to cancel out any potential color vision deficiency.
They picked you up the next morning, swinging by your usual coffee place before stopping by a grocery store and then finally, the Halloween pop up store.
"You can't be mad," you mumble, "I need your held defending my pumpkin." Stu blinks, a little too surprised and confused to know how he wants to react. You gesture towards the cart as if that should answer everything. "Billy called it basic."
"I said you spent a long time looking at different pumpkins just to pick the orange one."
Stu turns his head, giving you a look that makes it clear that he has no idea how you've been putting up with this. "It's a classic."
"Thank you."
Billy's eyebrows pinch together. He's aware that there are few things you could say that Stu would publicly disagree with, but there's nothing to oppose. "I didn't--" He sighs again, giving in, "You should get a friend."
You tilt your head slightly in a way that's hard to read. "I'm not eight." Even though your tone leans towards argumentative, you walk towards the shelf and grab another orange pumpkin. This one's eyes are ovals, not triangles, and its dark smile is more lopsided and smaller. A variant that sticks close to the source material. "Two does look better, though."
With the pumpkin debacle settled, Billy begins to push the cart forward. You and Stu remain about two steps ahead of it, pointing out different decorations from time to time, most of them unserious suggestions.
"What do I have to do to get you in this?"
That sentence, coming from Stu, is enough to make you scared to turn around. The only reason you eventually do is because you can't justify staring at the wall that's stocked with costume add ons--fangs of both the glow in the dark and regular variety, cellophane wings, horn and halo headbands. You're also painfully aware of the fact that the more you resist and fluster, the more Stu will commit to his bit.
So you force yourself to remain casual as you look behind you. He's holding up a prepackaged angel costume that makes you feel like you're offending some religion by just looking at it. A corset top, small, frilly skirt, and white fishnets. It's not so much that makes the costume feel like something that belongs on stage at a failing Vegas show, it's the material and the styling.
"Uh..." In a way, you're glad that he decided to make the joke about something so blatantly not an option, because there's no way he's serious. It makes joking back easier, a little safer. "...Have a roll of one's ready?"
He doesn't miss a beat, "Deal."
Now that sounded a lot more genuine. You blink, struggling to hold your ground. Instinctually, your attention flits towards Billy.
"You should've known what he'd do with a stripper joke."
It's only a partial out, but you appreciate it greatly, "I have no one to blame but myself."
Stu scoffs. "I'm not that predictable."
You and Billy exchange a look. Stu pouts, turning enough to hang the plastic packaging back on its metal hook.
Instead of reminding him that if anyone should be offended about that last joke it should be you, you decide to shift focus. Your attention falls on the consistently growing contents of the cart. It might be a little much, but Stu's house is large. You'd need this many things to make the whole space feel decorated.
"You think we're good or are we missing something?"
Billy tilts his head downwards, taking an unofficial inventory of the cart's contents. It's more for your sake than actual interest. "You didn't get the lights. The twinkly ones."
There's something about hearing Billy say the word twinkly that's more entertaining than it should be. You smile despite yourself. "Say twinkly again."
He glowers, "No."
Billy starts pushing the cart, nearly running over your toes. You bounce back quickly, holding onto the side of the cart like a little kid as you follow him forward. "Why not?"
"The way you asked."
Rude. "He's no fun."
Stu turns his head just enough to look back at the two of you, "Billy?" His hand latches onto the front of the cart. Now, all three of you are clinging to the shopping cart like pre-schoolers that use those plastic rings to stick together. "He's moody."
The comment is meant to dig at you. "I didn't say that."
You'd never say that. If anything, oversimplifying Billy like that is one of your pet peeves. He likes to come off as a little closed off, but it's not such a basic teenage boy thing on him. You've never said anything explaining your defensiveness...you don't even think you'd be able to put it into words, but with Billy, any pretext of angst feels like a type of shield.
"He's just above entertaining me now."
Billy's eyebrows draw together sharply. "Now?"
Reaching the end of the aisle, Billy starts to turn the cart. It's a little awkward to make it around the corner without anyone releasing the cart, but you manage. "We all have to out grow our friends at some point."
"Mhm," he hums dryly, "Especially the dramatic ones."
Eyes widening, you turn on your heels to glare at him. He keeps his head angled downwards, a few strands of hair falling forward to hide the brunt of his reaction. That doesn't stop you from seeing part of his smug smile. If Billy's casualness wasn't always welcomed, you'd likely be a little more annoyed.
"The you that corrected the barista that misheard my coffee order before I could would have never spoken to me like that."
"That was this morning."
You shrug off his response, deciding that a comment about simpler times would over extend the bit. You're in the right aisle now, anyway, shelves full of decorations that require hooks or nails or something else to keep them attached to the wall.
Stu wanders away from the cart, picking up a cardboard box that displays a picture of purple lightbulbs strung up on a suburban house. "These?"
You shake your head. "Too bright, I think they're meant for outside." Stepping towards the shelves, you pick up a rolled up cord of smaller, darker purple lights and another set of boxed lights. "You need... mood lighting."
The cord for the boxed ones are way too long for a living room or kitchen and the bulbs seem way too bright and project a harsh, unflattering orange in their picture. The label on the other set says that they alternate between dark blue and purple and the bulbs are shaped like stars. Definitely a winner.
You look up, ready to say as much, but the words cram their way back down your throat before you can. Stu's closer than you realized, a lot closer than you ever expected him to be.
"Mood lighting?" You know that dropping your head and backing away would only make this worse. Stu likes to know when he's getting something. "What's the exact mood?"
He's grasping at straws in an attempt to fluster you. While mood lighting may hint at something suggestive, it's obvious that you meant the kind of chill, dim lighting that makes people comfortable yet energized. Party lighting. You should say that, laugh off his proximity and his energy. But for whatever reason, you can't quite think.
You press your lips together. "Exact mood," you repeat, still a little unsure, "I had more of a general mood idea."
Stu takes a partial step forward before extending his hand. He takes the wound cord, gently pulling it from your fingers. Slowly, he undoes the thick twist tie holding the cord together. You watch, more curious than you'd like to admit as he unravels it. With no warning, Stu pulls the string of lights over your shoulders.
He takes his time adjusting the string of lights over your shoulders. "I get what you mean."
Warmth you don't get crawls up your neck. It has to be about looking weird in a secluded, but still public, aisle. You tilt your head, trying to ignore that feeling you can't name. "You're tangling them."
"They're fine," he dismisses easily, twisting a part of the cord between his fingers. "We'll get Billy to untangle them later."
You laugh at that. Stu frees you from the confines of the string lights. Billy throws a look at Stu as he halfheartedly rolls up the lights before dropping them in the cart.
"So I'm un-fun and the light de-tangler."
You walk towards him before Billy can fully start pushing the cart again. "I take it back." You reach forward and squeeze his forearm without thinking twice about it. "You're fun." Billy briefly stiffens, gaze trained on what's directly in front of him. "Sometimes."
Billy hates the wave of fondness that that's trying to crawl its way out of his chest. "Like when I'm untangling string lights?" It's meant to be sarcastic in that biting, casually detached way.
If the shift in tone bugs you, you give no indication of it as you smile at him. "And some other times."
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