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black-and-yellow · 5 months
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Last Window if it was awesome
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psych-incorrectquotes · 6 months
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Gus: You know when something crazy happens and someone's like "It's okay, I've seen way worse"?
Gus: Everything I've ever seen Shawn do is my "way worse"
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localgrem1in · 7 months
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Magtober Day 20 - Favourite Duo
They're judging you.
I've already done a lot of drawings of the archival assistants, Jon, the Distortion, and Gerry, so I figured I'd tweak the prompt a little and go with favourite UNDERRATED duo. I adore it when people take the whole "Jude knows where Mike lives" moment and run it along the lines of "They're besties, but both of them would rather die than admit it."
[This definitely would have been a Jon and Daisy drawing otherwise.]
My goal for Magtober is to do a sketch every day according to the prompt. I've been suffering from that headspace where every peice needs to be a finished piece, so I'm tryin to break that.
Prompt list by @emerald-emerlad for tmatober 2023!
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huaqinger · 5 months
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funny thing i did with my fav characters of all time
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aithusarosekiller · 1 year
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Sirius: lily, you're like...my second favourite person in the world
Lily: the first being James?
Sirius: what??? No, the first being myself, obviously
Lily: ...obviously
Sirius: James is somewhere between third and fourth
Lily: ...right
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alarainai · 5 months
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Hi! I just wanted to say I started reading your marauders hallmark Christmas fanfic and oh god, can I just saw the soft little affection of the black brothers warm my heart alot?
The kisses Sirius gives to regulus’s head is just so adorable and just ughh i meltt 😭😭
ohhhh hehe thank you so much :) listen, listen, listen. if i ever write the black brothers not having an (overall) good relationship, assume i've been kidnapped. i need them SAFE. and WARM. and HAPPY OKAYYY. they honestly mean so much to me and I'm glad they warm your heart hehe <3333
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froginabogg · 11 months
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tiny shirt big pants wendy and big shirt tiny pants mabel solidarity
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themonotonysyndrome · 2 years
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*Gavin and Angel meeting for the first time*
Angel: You're an Incubus! That's so cool! We should totally have a sex off -
David: *Slapping his palm over Angel's mouth, carry them and sprinting away*
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gashface · 1 year
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We chased a feeling, not a reality
Thank you for all the love on the recent episode! I'm just glad y'all are enjoying the series so far!!!
[A little gift for y'all of Clover and Frannie]
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- Buddy
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polillamielera · 1 year
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Hey, hey, hey!
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cobbbvanth · 1 month
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yeah it's fun being in the buddie clown car but oh buck and eddie best friendism how i've missed you. they can talk to each other about anything! they hang out after work! their homes are safe spaces for the other to hide from their problems! they're each other's biggest fans! they give each other space to work through things! they tease each other! they love each other! they're family! THEY'RE BEST FRIENDS
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melit0n · 5 months
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I don't know if anybody has pointed this out yet, but, iii and ivy's masks match eachother! They're replicant molds, but their colours are reversed. Plus, while the black part of ivy's mask is smooth, iii's is rough, which Ivy replicates around the eye!
In reverse you are all my symmetry, anyone?
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red-archivist · 2 months
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Alice sighs then takes a deep gulp from her pint. ALICE When do we leave?
i have fallen to my knees, i love herrrrrr
Alice has shown herself to be so averse to change and getting involved in this spooky work; she has repeated told sam to stop and how unwise it would be to do any snooping
but as soon as he asks for help, as soon as he puts his trust in her hands, she says yes
if she can't stop him, at least she can be at his side
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barlowstreet · 1 year
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I have no explanation for this.
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patchworkgargoyle · 3 months
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oc fic: your smile is my antidote
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For @ockissweek Day 2: Rain. It's a little late, but hey, I don't mind if you don't!
Featuring Dominik: transmasc OMC, mine Keziah: nonbinary/GNC OC, @stobinesque Technically set in a Stranger Things modern!au created by @steves-strapcollection, and also mentions his OCs Vinny and Sam! (If you like ST, Steddie, and excellent writing, go read his stuff!!) Rating: T for language || Words: 1,485 || CW: none Title from Antidote - Orion Sun
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“I cannot make speeches, by fact if I loved you less then I might be able to talk about it more.”
Dom snorted as he finished twisting the root of one of Kez’s locs, the musky sweetness of beeswax heavy in the air around them. “Why are the love confessions in these movies so fucking dramatic?”
Their hair slipped out of his hands as Kez turned to look at him flatly. “You are complaining about drama?” ze said, equally as flat, and Dom narrowed his eyes a smidge before putting his nose in the air.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Kez scoffed, said, “Yeah. Okay,” and ran zir hands through zir finished locs, the few golden charms they’d woven in clicking together. It’d taken them both the whole rainy day and multiple movies to get zir hair done, and Dom wouldn’t complain about it one bit. He loved the excuse to spend the whole day with his best friend. They didn’t get to do it as often as they used to, when it was just the two of them against the world, practically living in each other’s pockets.
“I don’t know why I agreed to watch this with you anyway, I knew you’d complain throughout the whole thing even if you suggested it.”
“The guy looks like Vinny if you squint! And the costumes are gorgeous, I wanted inspiration.”
“You could do a moderately convincing Mr. Darcy act. Broody, anxious…” Dom shoved him half-heartedly, glaring, but Kez just smirked and shoved him back. “You know I know you’re lying, right?”
Dom huffed and reached for the black nail polish, looking for an excuse to avoid looking at them. “Yeah, well, you could keep that to yourself,” he mumbled.
“Nah, I don’t think I will. Because you complain every time something romantic happens in every period drama and romcom we ever watch.” Zir smirk widened when Dom’s cheeks went red, and he frowned at the bottle in his hand as he unscrewed the top and started painting his toenails.
“And what are you implying, Keziah?” he asked lightly.
“That you hate that you love this romantic shit. I’ve known forever, but all anyone has to do is look at how you are with Sam to know I’m right.”
“You love it too, just look at you and Vinny,” Dom shot back, failing to keep from sounding sulky. There was no way he could get away with denying it like he wanted to, Kez would throw it right back in his face.
Kez just raised an eyebrow at him. “At least I can admit that I love it. Meanwhile, Sam will do something nice and vaguely romantic for you and you act all grumpy until you think no one’s looking and you start making heart-eyes at him.”
He bristled. “Oh, fuck off.”
Laughing, Kez sank further into the couch, entirely too smug as they cozied up under the throw blanket they’d claimed for the night. Dom shot zir a venomous side-eye that they pointedly ignored, so Dom pouted down at his toes as he finished painting them.
The movie played on and they lapsed into comfortable, easy silence. Kez had the blanket drawn up so high that their face was only visible from the nose up. Dom had long finished with his nails by the time the final scene began, and had pulled his knees to his chest, letting his chin rest there, arms wrapped around them as he blandly watched the wedding play out. He wouldn’t say it out loud—there was no way he was going to give Kez that satisfaction—but it was cute, he supposed, especially when Knightly furtively wiped away a tear, and they shyly reached for each other’s hands. 
“Not a peep from you?” Kez teased, their voice muffled by the blanket. “Not even your patented ‘I Hate Marriage’ tirade?”
“M’not gonna give you another fucking excuse to roast me,” Dom said, earning a snort from them.
“I’m so happy to tell you that I will roast you until the day you die.”
Dom paused as he reached for the remote, giving her a sarcastic look. “Sounds like a wedding vow, Ziah, are you practising? Are we to be married on the morrow?”
“Can you imagine?” Kez cackled.
“I vow to be a massive pain in your ass for the rest of your days,” he declared, starting to grin.
Kez barked a laugh as they said, “I vow to affectionately call you out on your shit and also eat all of your snacks before you can, forever.”
“I vow to let you fuck me–”
“Excuse you, let me? You’re blessed every time I deign to fuck you.”
“Are you fucking complaining about my sincere, heart-felt vows? Rude—hey!” Dom toppled over, flopping onto the couch cushions, when Kez shoved him over with their foot. It took him so much by surprise he started laughing even as he immediately tried to retaliate and kick back. But Kez grabbed his legs and pinned them to the couch. He didn’t bother fighting back, he didn’t want to risk ruining his shitty pedicure.
Leaning on his trapped calves, Kez fixed him with a fond, exasperated expression. “You’re not a pain in the ass by the way. I mean,” ze corrected at Dom’s dubious look, “you are, but not all the time. Only eighty-nine percent of the time, and you’re worth it anyway because I love you, Nikki.”
Dom rolled his eyes out of habit, but a smile still pulled at his lips. “Love you too, Ziah,” he mumbled.
“You gotta say it louder than that at our wedding or else no one will believe you,” they said, poking him in the ribs hard enough to make him flinch.
“It’d be really funny if we did actually get fucking married,” he said, batting Kez’s hand away.
“It really would be.”
After a few seconds of silence, they glanced at each other. Dom could tell ze was thinking the same thing by the glint in zir eye. He almost couldn’t believe he was considering it, but.
Kez raised an eyebrow and tilted their head. “The party would be fun,” they said, and Dom hummed, agreeing.
“We’d throw a rager of a reception.”
“Just friends, so we don’t have to fuck with the guest list.”
Shifting so he could face Kez properly, he said, “And there’s no one else I’d ever consider getting married to, since you’re stuck with me for life.” He said it with a wry smirk, but he meant it anyway. Kez was the only person he knew, without a doubt, wasn’t going to leave. And fuck it, it’d be fun, and hilarious; a middle-finger to the idea of marriage that he, personally, enjoyed, and an excuse to get all their friends together for a big, crazy party.
They propped their chin on their hands and grinned triumphantly. “Awww, you do love me, you romantic,” they mocked, and Dom groaned, throwing his head back against the arm of the couch with a thud.
“Asshole.”
“You’re the one marrying me, moron.”
Dom opened his mouth, closed it, and then let out an almost disbelieving laugh. “We’re really fucking doing this?”
Kez laughed too, shrugging. “Why the hell not?”
“Well, alright,” Dom grunted as he sat up, “but we gotta do this shit properly.”
Scoffing, Kez slid off the couch and got down on one knee. Ne took Dom’s hand in nirs, gazing at him with an over-earnestness that almost made him laugh, and asked, “Mister Dominik Wood, would you marry me?”
Dom gasped loudly and splayed his hand over his chest. “Oh, Sir Keziah De Leon,” he said in a high-pitched and terrible British accent, “I would love nothing more!”
Kez bit back a laugh as they took one of the charms they decided to leave out this time, left in the trinket bowl on Dom’s coffee table, and squeezed it onto the tip of Dom’s left ring finger. He spread his fingers, assessing the new “ring” for a moment, before saying, “Hm. It doesn’t fit. Never mind, the engagement’s off.”
“Should’ve known you’d be a picky groom,” Kez snarked.
“Picky? I deserve–” He flung his hand out and the charm went flying, pinging off a wall and disappearing somewhere. “Ah, fuck, my ring.”
They both burst out into giggles, and even as Kez was bent over her knees, shoulders shaking, she wheezed out, “You—you owe me a n-new charm!”
“You owe me a new ring!”
“You’re the one who lost it, you dick!”
Kez’s bright laughter and genuine, delighted smile made Dom’s heart swell in his chest, bursting with love for his oldest friend, as cheesy as that sounded. He reached out, cupped their jaw, and kissed their forehead firmly. “I’ll find your fucking charm and cherish it forever,” he vowed.
“Good,” Kez said, pulling him down to press a kiss to his lips. “You better.”
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fredheads · 6 months
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It's officially Christmas season cuz I did my yearly reading of this baby 🥹❤️🥰 thank u @nadjaofstatenisland forever
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