#but i think we might get a tie if we're lucky

[genericpuff]

(You can delete this ask if it makes you uncomfortable) Do you think I should give up on my dream of being a webcomic artist? It's been what I'd been wanting to for years yet from what I'm hearing, it's hard to get money and an audience and that the mainstream webcomic hosting platforms don't treat their creators well. It doesn't help that while my art is decent, I don't really know how to create webcomics beyond like really short 4-5 panel comics even though I'd been drawing for many years. There's also the issue of my ADHD making it difficult to commit to stuff but then again at least that can be hopefully fixed once I get medicated. So, now the career of a webcomic artist sounds like a pipe dream at best. Is it worth pursuing, even if I don't make much money with it?

"Do you think I should give up on my dream of being a webcomic artist?"

And this isn't just for you, anon, this is for everyone who follows my nonsense here.

Yes, it's hard to build an audience.

It's even harder to make money.

You should still make webcomics if you really want to do it.

The only practical piece of advice I can give you from the perspective of someone who's been doing this for years is to manage your expectations. Because that's the biggest mistake a lot of webcomic artists make (and I too, made this mistake) they go into it setting the bar that it HAS to result in them making a living off it, getting famous off it, etc. when that's unfortunately only the reality for the 1% who get lucky or have an advantage that the other 99% don't have. And then, of course, failing to meet those ridiculously high expectations makes the fall hurt that much harder if you fail, especially with odds like that stacked against you. That's not to say you shouldn't set a bar for yourself, but you have to set it in a place that's reasonable. Especially if you're an artist with ADHD (same, mood), we have a REAL bad habit of setting the bar unreasonably high for ourselves when we're still learning and getting our feet wet (it's why we're always taking on new hobbies after getting inspired by musicians or crafters and then getting immediately discouraged when we're not suddenly able to do the thing with that same amount of skill).

Set the bar in a reasonable place with reasonable expectations, and then when you MEET that bar, you'll have even more motivation and confidence to aim higher. What won't give you confidence is setting the bar alongside the pros who have been at this for years, because not only will it take way too long to hit that for you to see results, you might give up before you even come close because of how far away the bar is.

A career as a webcomic artist is about as guaranteed as making a career out of Youtube. But being a webcomic artist, period? You can do it. Anyone can do it. I'm still doing it in spite of everything. Like, I cannot even fully express to you just how much of what I do here is the culmination of a long list of failures. My art, my writing, the stuff I do here is built on the corpses of my failures. But those failures were still important, they had to happen to make me into the person and artist I am today. That person is STILL making mistakes, and that artist is STILL not rich LOL Failure is scary, but fear of failure is the true killer of joy and growth.

Do not tie the merit of being a webcomic artist to how much money you can (or can't) make out of it. Just like with starting a Youtube channel, you shouldn't go into it expecting money and fame right out the gate, but there are equal amounts of joy and experience you can gain by doing it. There's a reason people say you have to do it out of love and passion first because ultimately that's all you'll have to keep carrying you through if and when you fail to meet your goals. You don't have to be sure if you'll still want to do it a year from now or five years from now, none of that matters. If you want to do it now, then do it.

Make your 4-5 panel comics if that's what you enjoy doing. Make whatever tickles your fancy. Acknowledge your fears and doubts, thank them for their opinion, and do it anyways. "What if it ends up being a waste of time?" The time will pass anyways. Worst case, at least you'll be able to say you did it. That's better than never trying and regretting it in the end.

#ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything

[blue-wolf-seeker]

I'm curious to see what you guys think, feel free to reblog for a bigger sample size!

And as always, thanks to @catgirlgames for hosting!

#catgirl games #ultimate catgirl showdown #chat noir #hello kitty #personally I'm gunning for Chat Noir sweep #but i think we might get a tie if we're lucky

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Eddie's mom was a free spirit who got taken too soon but educated her son in anything and everything that she found interesting. And she found A LOT of things interesting.

Eddie still secretly keeps these interests and sure, some of them are expected (weed and the best strains), some less so (obsessive reading and perfect knowledge of Edith Piaf). Eddie can even make fantastic mixed drinks ("My mom worked as a bartender for a bit and she practiced at home, what are you staring at, Henderson?!") and can quote most of Le Fleurs Du Mal from memory.

Steve learns to accept and even expect this. Mythology? Of course. Random bits of knowledge from history? Of course. The man only knows SOS in Morse code but can tie nearly every single knot known to humanity? Weird, but it's Eddie.

But then he finds out Eddie knows a fuck ton about horoscopes and astrology. It only takes a single moment of distraction on Eddie's part - Steve is complaining about his latest date, a girl Eddie knows from his class, and he scoffs.

"Well, duh. Of course it didn't work out, Steve, her Moon sign's an Aries and yours is Cancer, that's a recipe for a short fling, not a long relationship."

Steve just stares at him.

Eddie's eyes go wide as he realizes what he's just said. "Uh, I mean..." he scrambles for an explanation, "...she...sounds really stubborn?" he says slowly.

Steve blinks once. Twice. Then his mouth twitches upwards. "What is your Moon sign?"

Eddie feels like it should be a joke, but Steve is patiently waiting for his answer, encouraging smile and those fucking delicious moles. "I'm...uh. I'm a Scorpio. Moon sign, that is," he mutters and hypnotizes Steve's left eyebrow. "Which is...you know. People think it sucks."

"And does it?"

He snorts and shakes his head. "Nah, well. You know, we can be kinda...secretive? But Moon signs are all about your emotions and the inner you, so...it takes a while to get to really understand Moon Scorpios, but then we're the most loyal bunch you'll ever find."

Steve just nods, still smiling. "That's cool, doesn't sound bad at all. But - are you compatible with a Cancer Moon?"

And Eddie probably should have asked "hey, what the fuck," but someone is asking him about his interest, no irony and all that, and that isn't something frequent according to the Munson doctrine. "Oh yeah, absolutely. I mean, Scorpios can be a bit intense, but they're both water signs, you know? And it depends on the Sun sign and rising too, so..."

Somehow, they spend the whole evening discussing astrology. Well, Eddie is. Steve is just listening and asking questions.

Somehow, Eddie manages to calculate both of their charts (because Steve asked).

Steve asks a lot of stuff. "How would you make someone with your chart open up?", "What would be an ideal date for that kind of person?", "Is there something I should be careful about?" and Eddie answers everything but somewhere deep thinks man, I really envy the girl he's doing this for. She's lucky she shares the same birthday and place of birth with me.

It only clicks two weeks later when Steve invites Eddie to hang out and takes him to an alleged haunted mansion. Which...might have been one of the more outlandish ideas Eddie gave him, but he said he would actually love that and that it would fit with the Scorpio dark and brooding aesthetic, if Steve's girl is like that.

He stares at the haunted house, at Steve's sweater (the one Eddie told Steve suits him the best) and a small picnic basket and he realizes.

I gave Steve Harrington a complete guide to dating me.

Steve smirks at him and gently touches his hand, careful not to spook him. "So, what does your Scorpio Moon say?"

Eddie groans and, after briefly checking that no one is around, quickly presses his lips to Steve's cheek. "Apart from "Eddie Munson, how the fuck didn't you notice sooner?" It's purring."

The younger man laughs and Eddie could bask in that sound forever. "Pretty sure scorpions can't purr."

"With you, pretty boy? They sure can."

#steddie #steddie drabble #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie ficlet #stranger things #stranger things drabble #not proofread we die like Dart

[laufeyslegacy]

Sexual Tension Prompts To Pick

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ 

"We're not just friends and you fucking know it,"

"Don't give me that look."

"You're more than just a one night stand."

"Are you sure? Once I start I might not be able to stop."

"Don't touch me if you don't want me."

"I haven't even touched you and you're already this wet."

You are so fucking hot when you're mad,"

"You have no idea how much I want you,"

"Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?"

"Come closer then."

"I really want to kiss you right now."

"You're so perfect. I'm so fucking lucky."

"You have no idea what you do to me."

"Try to stay quiet, understand?"

"I thought maybe we could do a little bit more than just kissing."

"I've wanted this for so long."

"I like it when you say my name like that."

"If you beat me at least once, i’ll do whatever you want."

"Do you just wanna get out of here?"

"Oh, really?"

"Make me."

"Don’t make me come over there"

"Can you help me with my tie?" / "Can you zip up my dress for me?"

"The way you looked at me just now was enough to make my heart skip a beat."

"I can't deny it anymore, I think I might be feeling something for you."

"I know we're not supposed to do this, but there's just something about you that pulls me towards you more and more."

"I thought I would never feel this way again, but you somehow managed to ignite that fire inside of me."

"I don't know what it is about you, but I can't help but just stare at,"

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#bwwm wmbw #black reader #black woman appreciation #black women #black writers #black writblr #bwwm love #romance #tension #romantic #lovers #quotes #one piece #naruto #anime #black woman aesthetic #ambw kpop #ambw scenarios #ambw

[misscinnamonroll16]

Brozone diner au: the day John Dory took off part one

this au does not belong to me, it belongs to @bzjohndory its gonna have to be multiple parts bc i write too much apparently

Business was slow, it was a hard winter and most trolls didn't leave their pods unless they had to. Bruce was the one to suggest it, knowing his brother hadn't had a day off in seven years. They all had special days that they got off like birthdays or anniversaries, except for John Dory. He didn't take days off, he worked open to close seven days a week. Bruce brought it up with others, knowing he wouldn't get anywhere without back up from their younger brothers. Bruce talked with Clay in between orders on the line. “I'm just saying, we haven't been that busy these past few weeks so I think he can just take a day off at least. We're all responsible enough to take care of the diner while he's gone.” Bruce said as he pulled some fries out of the fryer, portioning them on a plate and passing it to Clay. “Yeah but how do you plan on making him? We've tried making him before and he literally spent the entire day in the diner, working on other stuff ." Clay wondered as he finished plating a couple burgers, putting them in the window to be ran. At that moment, Floyd came into the back and leaned against the wall. “You good Flo?" Clay asked as he worked on the next order. Floyd nodded and held up a thumbs up but they noticed how his hand shook. Bruce threw some fries on a plate and slid a milk crate over to Floyd. “Sit down and have a snack. And while you're back here I wanna talk to you about something." Bruce said, handing the plate of fries to Floyd as he sat on the milk crate. Floyd nodded and started eating the fries while still leaning with his back against the wall. After a few moments of no orders coming in, Bruce crouched down next to Floyd. “Feel better?" Bruce asked while rubbing his back. “Yeah, I skipped breakfast this morning so I started to get the shakes." Floyd chuckled, placing the empty plate on the floor. Clay grabbed some dirty dishes they had on the line and grabbed the plate for the floor, taking them to the dish room. “So before you go back up there, I wanna talk to you about this thought I had. Clay thinks I won't be able to do it. I won't be able to do it by myself, I'll need all of your guys' help." Bruce said nonchalantly, watching for JD to be walking around. “What's up? I'm sure I can help somehow." Floyd said as he pulled his money out of the pocket on his apron. “I wanna get JD to take a day off. He hasn't taken a day off since he got ownership of the diner. If he had his way, we'd still be open on Christmas, and he would totally run this entire place by himself if he had to. He deserves it, he's kept this place afloat, put each of us through college and is here every goddamn day. This isn't gonna be like the last time, he's not gonna be allowed back in here until the next day.” Bruce said, looking Floyd in the eyes telling that he is completely serious about this. Clay came back in with clean dishes and began setting them up on the line. “I think he's crazy if he thinks he's going to get John to do it. He practically lives here, I don't think I've actually seen his place.” Clay said, placing plates in their proper spots. "Yeah but if we work together, I'm sure John will listen to us. You guys don't see him on the floor as much as I do. He's constantly moving, like if he stops, he'll pass out. Sometimes he shakes too. And Bruce is right, he's more than earned a day off, heck a week, we'll be lucky if we get one day.” Floyd said as he sorted his money, putting it back into his book. "I'm not saying he doesn't deserve it or need it. I'm saying that we might have to actually tie him down to get him out of here. He's not going to like the idea.” Clay said, cleaning up their prep area.  "What are you guys talking about?” Branch said through the server window. Bruce stood up and motioned for Branch to come back there. Branch walked back onto the grill line, confused.

#trolls #trolls 3 #brozone #trolls clay #trolls floyd #trolls bruce #trolls john dory #branch trolls #fluff with angst #just like the tiniest bit of angst #idk how to write #idk how to tag this #jd being a softy

[chronicowboy]

i (for)get you | 6.7k

It begins as any tragedy does—with Chimney's wolf whistle.

The sound of it is shrill and sharp as it cuts through the fatigued silence of the locker room, drowning out the rustle of fabric as they all change out of their uniforms. Buck winces at the noise, the headache that had been building behind his eyes since hour seventeen of their non-stop twenty-four shift—which had turned into twenty-six with a pretty intense pile-up pulling them into overtime—throbbing in his temples.

"Eddie Diaz, you dog," Chimney drawls, crossing the few lockers to clap Eddie's bare shoulder.

"Fuck." Eddie sighs and drops his head.

"What's happening?" Hen mumbles, startled half-awake from where she'd been half-asleep on the bench trying to tie her shoes.

"Diaz has been holding out on us." Chimney turns to her with a shit-eating grin, and Buck's too exhausted to even begin to understand what's happening—it definitely doesn't have anything to do with the fact that Eddie's shirtless back is in front of him, muscles flexing as he quickly and carelessly pulls a t-shirt on. Eddie spins around once it's on, shooting a panicked look at Buck, but his brain is moving too slow to figure out what Eddie needs saving from. "He has a hickey," Chimney announces to the locker room.

Buck's stomach rolls with nausea—because of the headache, not the green-eyed monster tap dancing in his skull.

"What?" Hen blurts out, suddenly wide awake. "A hickey?"

"No," Eddie says firmly, not looking at Buck at all now. "A rash."

"On your pec?" Chimney asks deadpan. "In the shape of a mouth?"

"On your pec?" Hen cackles. "Oh, my God. Didn't think you had it in you, Diaz!"

"So..." Chim raises an eyebrow as he leans against the lockers. "Who's the lucky lady that mauled you like a bear?"

"And why haven't we heard about her sooner?" Hen tacks on seriously, eyebrows furrowed in her maternal expression of disappointment that no one ever wants to be on the wrong end of. Buck might have pitied his best friend if he wasn't too busy trying not to throw up at the mental image of Eddie being bitten by some beautiful, perfect woman Buck could never hope to live up to—it's easier to focus on than the sensation of the jagged shards of his broken heart falling into his stomach.

"Guys, it's not a big deal," Eddie tries to deflect.

"Eddie," Hen says softly. "We know how you approach relationships. If she's giving you hickeys, it's serious."

"That's not—"

"We're happy for you, bud." Chimney slaps his back again. "And we get it if you aren't ready to tell us yet, but you know we'd only ever be happy for you. Right, Buck?" He flinches at his name, Chimney's voice just loud enough to agitate the ache at the base of his skull. But then Eddie is looking at him with something amused sparkling in his eyes, and the combination of exhaustion and pain only makes him frown back.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks quietly. Eddie's expression falters for a moment before smoothing back into that subtly amused look that makes Buck want to scratch his skin off. "Eddie, you're not a casual sex guy. You must have been dating her for a couple of months at least, if you're at this stage. Why wouldn't you tell me that?" The hurt creeps further into Buck's voice with every word, a profound and despairing hopelessness flooding like lead through his veins. 

Eddie tilts his head then, any trace of humour wiped from his face as it sharpens with a piercing worry that only makes Buck's head hurt worse. He steps into Buck's space without a moment of hesitation, digging his penlight out of the workpants he's yet to change out of, and grabs Buck's chin so gently Buck's breath hitches with it. Eddie shines the light into his eyes, and Buck flinches away from the new wave of pain that lances through his temples.

"Shit," Eddie curses under his breath. "Buck," he murmurs so damn softly, "what day is it?"

(OR: buck hits his head, forgets the past month and suddenly eddie has a secret girlfriend... right?)

@danielsousa @binickmiller @diazass @shitouttabuck @butchdiaz @buddstiel @organizedstardust @theoneandonlypigeon @anatargmova @alyxmastershipper @buckley-diaz-rules @blazeturbo102 @panbuckley @slowlyfoggydestiny @thatnamewill-probably-change @compactdiscmp3 @batgrldes @scattered-winter @prince-buck-diaz @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy

#sami rambles #this is so much better in my head #well the second half #i love the first half #especially buck and chris but. #the rest is mehhh #911 fic #911 fanfic #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buck x eddie fic

[lemotmo]

Let's talk about these episode titles...

I've been thinking about the episode titles of episodes 7x04 and 7x05 and how they are both titles of very specific songs. A lot of people have talked about this and I probably reblogged or liked most of these posts. :)

It might all seem like a bit of harmless fun and wishfull thinking, but if you look closer at the lyrics of these songs and you compare them to the episodes, a lot of things start making more sense. (Or I could just be clowning away, but in all honesty, I think we're onto something here.)

Let's start with 7x04: Buck, bothered and bewildered

This episode is shown from Buck's point of view and how he seems to be jealous of Eddie and Tommy's friendship, although it isn't very clear who exactly he's jealous of. At the end he reveals he wanted Tommy's attention, but Tommy doesn't seem to be too sure of that with his 'My attention?', which makes sense because Buck kept talking about Eddie and he kept peacocking in front of Eddie. We see Eddie from his POV, bubbly and happy, no care in the world and not really in tune with Buck's feelings of jealousy. Buck's feelings of abandonment rear up again.

To tie this in with the song 'Bewitched, bothered and bewildered', there is this specific part in the lyrics that talks about a 'half-pint imitation' of the real love the singer craves for. Now, I'm not saying that Tommy is half-pint 'anything', because he seems like a good guy. But it's the part about the 'imitation' that caught my eye. Throughout the entire episode Tommy and Eddie are compared to eachother. Even Buck talks about it.

They have the same interests, both are veterans and they even dress similar. In that sense Tommy is an 'imitation' of Eddie. And then Tommy kisses Buck. The Tommy that is so similar to Eddie, which begs the question: 'Exactly how does Buck feel about Eddie? Does he even know about these feelings?'

Now let's move on to 7x05: You don't know me

This episode seems to be more Eddie centered and I think now we'll see the story through Eddie's POV. He crashes Buck and Tommy's first date and it's clear from the stills he isn't sure what is going on, but he realises that 'something' is going on. I'm not sure what his initial reaction is going to be, because I think that he might be upset that Buck kept this big thing from him. But I also know Eddie would never do anything to upset Buck. I'm absolutely certain that he will support Buck dating Tommy.

However, let's take a look at the lyrics of 'You don't know me'. This is basically a love song about someone pining over the love of their life they let walk away. It's from a friend's POV falling for another friend, but being too afraid to tell them so they now have to see them walk away with another lucky guy. I mean, look at this:

This is pretty telling is you ask me and it's so Eddie-coded. He'll find out about Buck and Tommy, suck up his own complicated feelings about this, support Buck all the way and then double down on his relationship with Marisol. All because that is the only way he'll know how to cope. Eddie always makes bad decisions and disregards his own feelings when it comes to the people he loves being happy.

He tried to be with Ana, even through panic attacks, because he knew Christopher really liked her. He wanted that for Chris, but not for himself. Now he's going to do the same thing: He'll try to make it work with Marisol, so he won't have to face up to his feelings for Buck. He will put Buck's happiness before his own, because that is just how Eddie Diaz works and I love him for that. But oh, if I'm right about this, we're entering the 'heavily pining Eddie Diaz era' and I'm all for it.

How is it all going to turn out in the end? Well, I'm pretty sure that Buddie will happen sometime in the future, but it's going to take some time to get there.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #tommy kinard #buddie meta #911 meta #911 abc

[amphiptere-art]

Heavy spoilers!

This is a barebone storyline for RBB. I am too fed up with keeping it down so we're posting it somewhere.

If you do want to read this, and afterwards want to talk about the events listed. That is completely fine. Even encouraged! But for others sake we are going to have to use code words if we are talking about it.

Start a ask with "The colorful mango" just those words! I will then answer the ask, and ask what you want to talk about. Of which then we can continue the conversation underneath read more blocks.

I will be tagging this for my convenience. Luckily though I will use code words. Which are going to be along the same light as the cherry incident wording. I will be listing these different code words next to each event.

Let's get started.

So. We have the generic storyline opening as everything else. Sun got taken over by the kill code. Moon was getting taken over by the kill code. Attempted to make some AI that failed. The computer merge those AIs together to create Blue Moon. Blue Moon lived for about a month alongside moon before they went kill code crazy. At some point meeting Golden in the process. The cube came a couple months later. Then blackstar. Then Earth.

That is a generic timeline everyone knows. This is what's happening after. What hopefully will happen during the ask series. Although the ask series is more of a tying of events. Plus almost a separate timeline. It's basically just a way for me to tie together events without having to think about the downtime.

But let's get started. Really.

So Black Star made a deal with Earth. Basically he caught her trying to mind control Blue Moon. Before he was able to get out of there he caught him. Forcing him to stay quiet under the preface that she will do the same to him. Black Star stays quiet then. If he doesn't mess with her she won't mess with him.

It's not until he starts feeling bad about it that he wants to do something new.

Do note that this listed string of events is really for the ask series. Probably going to steal things from there to fill up the story if I ever do write it down.

Basically blackstar and Blue Moon's relationship grows. Black Stars still a little shit, but he wants to care for Blue Moon. Which includes stopping the whole mess. Black Star doesn't know how to get into contact with Golden so he figures to go somewhere else. Roxanne.

(I don't watch the Roxanne and Gregory show on a daily basis. So yes her personality is very different from what it might be in the show. There's just a lot of things that are different in this.)

Unfortunately this idea is cut short. Blue Moon gets teleported to lost Lord. A place blackstar isn't familiar with. So Blue Moon has to defend him and themselves as they get attacked by the cursed spikes. Yada yada shenanigans. This is a more time filler space. Point is by the end of it Lost Lord's still hates Blue Moon. They're only going to hold back their fury because blackstar made a sort of an alliance.

When they get back Earth is lucky enough to find Black Star. Carefully leaning him back towards pizza plex. Much to his concealed disappointment. Set back up where sun and moon are angry at Blue Moon for getting teleported. Mainly because they teleported back on top of one of suns clean up supply piles. Which makes it so the black star has to attempt to calm them while Earth quietly threatens there life. She also makes sure Black Star realizes that getting help is to break their contract.

This is kind of the extent of what I have planned for the ask series as of now. So from here on it's bullet point events. Not a lot of stringing events together. I'm also regoing over some events that are in the ask series. Just because that's what they boiled down to in the basically ask series Canon.

Blue Moon is extremely tired with their life. Wanting something better that they've seen in all the other universes.

Worm in my apple.

Black Star gets introduced. Instantly knows something's wrong with Earth. Seeing her as an almost copy of him.

Blue Moon gets the taste of the virus.

The Cherry incident.

Blackstar gets caught and makes a deal with Earth to leave him alone.

Rambutan times.

Lost Lord. Blue Moon has to introduce blackstar to the first dangers He's probably ever seen. Black Star does something to help them survive through their stay.

Some good apples.

Eclipse Brothers world. worried about blackstar. Pissed but okay with blue moon.

Mutated carrot.

Beast maker world. Get to experience that nightmare.

Ripe raisins.

Old lunar getting worried. - visited?

A bunch of grapes.

Other wild world. -perhaps a lava world. -perhaps just CC -maybe filler.

Snapped celery.

Black Star feeling bad. It's getting out of hand.

They visit a world with an Earth. Blue Moon gets attached and unfortunately attacks a sun for her. Despite her not wanting them to.

Blue Moon deeply regrets and is extremely confused.

Rolling pickle.

Blackstar fleas to try and find help. Unfortunately leaving Blue Moon to get taken over by Earth's virus.

Black Star heads to EB to get help. Shy due to Earth's threaten but EB protects him.

Bell pepper.

Earth learns about the star from Blue Moon.

Black Star essentially gathers a mini army to stop Earth.

Smashed mangoes.

Earth heads to Golden and by pretending that Blue Moon is okay. Gaines access to the star.

The others try and stop her. Unfortunately Blue Moon taken over by the virus and fights for her.

Earth uses the star. It breaks. Blue Moon along with it.

Earth did not mean to hurt blue moon. In her sorrow, Golden gains back control of the situation.

Fruit basket.

Blue Moon is.. dead? Black Star kills Earth in revenge. He and Golden attempt to fix blue moon. Old lunar, The eclipse Brothers, anyone else, Go to try and get superior help.

The story is unfortunately stuck here. I struggle to link events together. There really should be a lot more downtime in RBB instead of just going to other universes. This is based on the most concrete story I've ever made. Which is correlated to a song. So there's definitely some creative biases.

If any of you want to talk about this stuff I'm happy to. My problem with the story is that there are no filler events. People asking questions about the story helps me think about how to fill those empty holes. It will help this story and the many events more complete. So please, I encourage questions.

#The Cherry incident #Worm in my apple #Rambutan times #Some good apples #Mutated carrot #Ripe raisins #A bunch of grapes #Snapped celery #Rolling pickle #Bell pepper #Smashed mangoes #Fruit basket #red blue and black #sams #tsams #tsams au #sams au

[memestockpile]

falsettos, act 2 (1992) feel free to change as needed.

it's about time to grow up, don't you think?

when am i gonna get over this?

this is so much crap.

religion's just a trap that ensnares the weak and the dumb.

we're more excited than we should be.

we'll have a ball!

isn't he an asshole?

where's my hug?

i've got delicious food for you!

i hate baseball, i really do.

hey, where the hell'd they get that umpire!

you're looking sweeter than a donut.

i wanna see the bald spot.

he looks damn good, but he's cheap as dirt.

do you think there's any hope for the kid?

you got this, buddy!

would it be possible to see you, or to kiss you, or to give you a call?

what is that smell?

hi, honey.

drop it, sweetheart.

what's the matter, [name] darling?

everything will be alright.

for the first time in months, nobody died.

saving lives, i feel invincible.

i can't fucking deal with that!

you're a pain in the ass.

lucky dink!

don't you think it's a blessing i'm so pathetically bad?

it's not a funeral, what's so upsetting?

you have paintings of dicks, don't talk to me about taste!

everyone hates their parents, don't be ashamed.

nothing that gives them pleasure i'll do.

you are gonna kill your mother.

[name], darling, don't get nervous.

kid, i guess you'll grow up.

i can't eat breakfast. i can barely tie my shoe.

let's just say, i'm glad he's mine.

what more can i say?

i was taught never brag or shout.

that's the simple truth.

dammit, even i'm surprised.

people might think i'm very dyke-ish.

if i'm a bitch, well, i am what i am!

something bad is happening. something very bad is happening.

tell me, dear, if you'd like seconds.

go ahead and wound my pride.

you always see the glass half full.

this is fucking ridiculous!

try to be a decent loser!

do you know all i want is you?

anything you do is alright.

i'm trying to keep sane as the rules keep changing.

life is never what you planned.

i'm plain, i don't astound.

you're looking very good today. you had to see yourself a few days back, i had a heart attack!

today you seem to be on the way to recovery.

it's days like this, i almost believe in god.

for aches and croup, try my chicken soup.

since i'm parking in the city, i've improved, or else the hydrants moved.

go ahead, be good and pissed.

i'll make you well.

gee, you look awful.

i'll let you win.

here's your chance to give me hell.

hell, let's have a party, just like nothing happened.

why don't you make this dumb decision yourselves?

we'll wait until you make a decision.

this is the start to you becoming a man.

who'd believe that we two would end up as lovers?

please don't get morbid.

i haven't died yet.

i'm sick, but kicking.

i'm staying here in this spot, whether you want me to or not.

please go home and don't be scared.

what's the fuss?

[name], did you hear what i said?

shut your mouth, go to sleep.

i can't help but feeling i've failed.

let's be scared together. let's pretend that nothing is awful.

there's nothing to fear. just stay right here.

i love you.

is it a bad time? if it's a bad time, we'll come back.

look at us. old friends.

we don't know what time will bring.

i love bad weather!

i love the earth beneath my feet!

i love friends that hover!

could you please make my friend stop dying?

at least death means i'll never be scared of dying again.

you gotta die sometime.

death is not a friend, but i hope in the end, he takes me in his arms and let's me hold his face.

i would cry if i could, but it does no damn good.

close your eyes, while we redecorate.

anyone for bubbly?

i feel more helpless than i have in years.

the candelabra sets the tone.

i think, perhaps, i'm overdressed.

try to make him smile more.

kid, do you know how proud i am?

what would i do if i had not met you?

when i'm having fun, you're the one i wanna talk to.

i'd do it again.

how am i to face tomorrow after being screwed out of today?

i'd beg or steal or borrow if i could hold you for one hour more.

once i was told that good men get better with age.

what would i do if you hadn't been my friend?

lovers come and lovers go.

this is where we take a stand.

#meme #rp meme #roleplay meme #ask meme #askbox meme #inbox rp meme #askbox #inbox meme #ask #roleplay #tumblr rp #rp #tumblr roleplay #rp sentence meme #sentence starter meme #sentence starters #roleplay sentence meme #sentence meme #askbox rp #rp inbox meme

[fourseasonsfigs]

Fuguihua Couple

The name of this fig set is 富贵花夫妇, which googling around tells me is perhaps a play on 花开富贵, blooming flowers bring prosperity, an auspicious New Year's greeting.

富贵花 is also the name of the Desert Rose, a bright pink flower that is considered lucky:

(thanks to David Clode on Unsplash for the beautiful picture!)

I'm thinking that, in the classic way of layering meanings in Chinese, this also refers to Zhehan's bright pink jacket from the Vogue photoshoot that's the inspiration for Zhehan's fig (and chair).

Here's the pictures of Zhehan in his Lanvin jacket:

This outfit is much beloved in the fandom for the "dragonfruit" pairing with Junjun's bright pink LV suit, which will be the subject of a future fig post!

Speaking of Junjun, we have a two part inspiration for him. Here's the inspiration for his chair (and his pose):

This picture was in a shoot he did for Tiffany (which is also immortalized in fig form, see here). The fig maker specifically wanted his LV outfit, however (yep, also in another fig incarnation here), so here's the outfit inspiration:

This is not my favorite LV look of Junjun's, but I'm clearly in the minority here just given the figthusiast interest in this leather jacket!

This set is just chock full of details! Before we even get into the figs themselves, the chairs themselves are amazing. They are one piece with the figs, so no removing them here, but that's just as well I don't have to worry about gluing.

May I just say how much Zhehan is a delight in this set! I love the swoop of his hairstyle here, and how the fig maker perfectly got that wisp of hair floating over his forehead. I also adore his insouciant pose combined with that delightful expression it's all just flirty, casually confident, and super expensive.

Our precious Junjun is looking a little haughty here, with what I think of as the classic Very Serious Model Face (fig tm). Again, the posing is great here, which you'll be able to see in better detail as we rotate around the figs.

The detail on the chairs here is just beautiful. I also love how Junjun's a bit posed back in the chair, whereas Zhehan is sitting straight up, not even using the backrest, with his gorgeously perfect posture. Zhehan's posture and carriage is unparalleled, at least in my experience - I have never seen a man with such effortlessly (appearing) beautiful posture. It's strong and elegant at the same time, just incredible. It's actually the reason I was inspired to start taking Pilates, in an attempt to re-align my posture from someone that works at a desk job all day.

Anyway! back to the figs. You can see some of the beautiful tiny detail of the LV iconography on Junjun's suit and tie, which is frankly extremely impressive given the insanely small size the factory is working at here. It's also a good shot of his Tiffany rings.

This angle is CUTE. They look like they're having a very cozy chat, and you can practically see the personality in Zhehan's eyes! We have more of the different postures here, and of course some really beautiful detail on the chairs. Not a bad shot of Zhehan's earring, too.

Not a ton of further detail from this angle,but you're starting to be able to see more of Zhehan's longer hair in the back.

Which you can see more of here! I'm always delighted by attention that is paid to details that can't normally be seen, so the detail on the backs of the chairs is wonderful to me.

We're getting some of Zhehan's elegant hand pose here!

Oh interesting - can you see the bit of a notch on the back of Junjun's head? It almost looks like he was designed to be actually leaning back in the chair the way he's doing it in the original pose picture. Which makes total sense, I bet that is actually the design and the factory just glued him a bit more upright. Maybe his feet wouldn't have been able to touch the ground if he had been leaned back more. I might check (VERY gently) to see how secure the glue is and if I can wiggle him down at all.

Yeah, I think I can definitely see a notch there! Well, either way I'm happy, it's a great fig!

This is a particularly good angle to see the detailing on Junjun's outfit, as well as the mole on his ear (this fig maker always includes that detail!). As someone who actually really loves LV, I am so impressed with the detail on the jacket and the tie. We also get a nice view of Zhehan's layered look here, with the teal belt and printed turtleneck and necklace under his white shirt.

From the top down they really do look like they are having an extraordinarily elegant fireside chat.

More great detail that no one will ever see (but you, dear figthusiast!)

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 244

Scene Count: 18

Rating: Handsome and classy!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

#junzhe #zhang zhehan #gong jun #woh cast #word of honor cast #shl cast #figthusiast

[desoletongue]

So I've been having a little bit of a time lately. This one may end up a little long and a little sad, but it's all okay.

I left my job of 5 years, it was eating me to pieces and I just couldn't give my time to those people any more. It was a good choice. That it happened to coincide with my therapist closing her practice was unexpected, but I felt like I would be okay after about two days of moping in a woe is me style.

It has been okay. There have been hiccups. Some days it's really hard not to be a depressed burrito. I make a lot of "gainfully unemployed" jokes while I try to get my brain to remember that we can art and write to our hearts content and if we get tired we can just nap about it. I am lucky to have a cushion and the time to do this.

I'm adjusting to sharing space with humans again. Remembering they aren't just humans and are actually my friends helps most of the time. I wish we communicated more viably about house stuff but hopefully we improve on that. I'm just hoping I'm not the only one that thinks improvement is needed in that area.

The anxieties are gripping me tight and shaking me around every few days. Last week I couldn't sleep for two (thankfully) separate nights because I was just very convinced I would die. Not very helpful, but I played some video games and listened to chill music and tried to be kind to myself.

I'm getting back into the habit of regularly cleaning. I'm trying not to make a big schedule because I get overwhelmed easily when I see lists of things to do anymore, but I do try to grab one or two things from the "to do" jumble a day. Sometimes it's just some laundry, but I unpacked like 9 more boxes the other night. I was in bed the next day, but it was big progress and I can afford a day in bed right now.

I've been writing. I posted three fanfics in a series I've been saying I'm working on for almost a year at this point. I'm really proud and trepidatious about it. I've posted stuff before, it's not that it's a new experience, it just feels like something that I've started a growing piece for others to see. I've also been writing and developing stuff for my book.

I haven't been listening to music much, which may tie in with some of the depression. I should have a music outlet, that's been a constant for years. I just forget and the novelty of actual silence is one that I've appreciated since when I started to really feel my burn out.

Next week I should probably really start job hunting, for all that I hate it. Need to redo my resume maybe completely. Also might apply for weird slightly out of the wheelhouse stuff because to be honest? I really hate scheduling. I keep getting notifications that the schools around here are hiring secretaries and admin assistants and while I Absolutely do not want to work at a school in the year of our lord 2023 in Okla-fucking-homa, I could do admin work elsewhere. And maybe, if things work out ... I could go to school? I haven't done that but I want to. Anything but banking or workforce.

School was a thing that I've waffled on for nearly 10 years because fear of debt but at this point... We're all gonna die in debt unless we burn this whole candle down (won't bank on that), so why the fuck not. I'm a smart boy, I could learn a thing.

I did start a fansly. It's mostly friend traffic at the moment, which is really sweet and mildly comical, but only because I never know whether they're following me because they love and support me or because I'm hot. Could be both, but I'm not sure of any of it much less the all of it. (Oh geez, did they get there and not expect boobs because I'm normally bound down??)

I've been a little isolated, but I forget to socialize sometimes because it's kinda nice being able to just hang out and read and cuddle the cats? And then I realize it's been a week since I've messaged my best friend and I feel too guilty about that to message him now, except then I find a meme they really need to see and auto send it and suddenly we're talking again. We've done that a couple of times. I miss him.

So overall, a bumpy leg of our journey, but we're still trucking along.

And I have blue/purple hair again. That's pretty fuckin rad.

#personal #life update #pour le moi #about me

[theoracleofgiana]

A Family of Friends

(Lampa Cafe, Amora)

A snort escapes me before I can stop it. It wasn't like anyone could hear it anyway, with how loud Camillia and Brooklynn were being. Brooklynn currently has Camillia on her stomach pinned to the floor. "BROOKIE! PLEASE! WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS!!!" Cam, Camillia's nickname I use almost religiously, squeals from under Brooklynn. Brook, Brooklynn's unique nickname, shakes her head. "You should have known this would happen," Marcie says with a grin. I give her a glare from behind the counter. She returns it with a gentle smile and takes a sip of her drink. "MAR!!!" Cam calls out to her desperately. "PLEASE HELP ME! I'LL DO ANYTHING!!" Mar gives her a look and sips her drink. "No can do. This is karma," She says after thinking for a moment. I break out into laughter again. "OH, COME ON! NOT YOU TOO!" Cam's indignant tone makes me laugh harder. I hold onto the bar counter as I try to control myself. Marcie seems to be right there with me. Her cup lays nearby as she has her hand to her mouth, unable to hide the wide grin behind it. We both would have stepped in if Cam was actually in danger. This was just Cam getting her comeuppance. It was also hilarious to see the tough tomboy demon helpless sometimes. "CAMY! QUIT SWIRMING! YOU DESERVE THIS!" Brook growls out as she attempts to tie the girl under her up. Cam just cries out more and tries to escape once again. Yesterday, Cam had knocked over one of Brook's potions in her lab. In response, Brook told her if she broke another, Brook would tie her up. This brings us to the present where Brook had chased Cam to the cafe and was now tying her up. I can't help but smile at the scene. Somehow, this fits our little group. We're very chaotic and loud, but we also care for one another. Brook didn't want Cam to break a potion because it might be dangerous and she might accidentally hurt herself. Tying Cam up is a bit excessive, but it does the job. I sigh happily and refill Marcie's cup. She looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "It's on the house," I tell her putting away the rest of the pot. "What's got you in such a giving mood?" She asks giving me a curious look. "Just thinking of how lucky I am to have you guys as family," I say dismissing her look with a wave of my hand. "Aw," She coos at me with a smirk. "That's sweet," Brook says in her normal monotone voice. "We're lucky to have you too," Cam says from where she's tied to a chair. And then I'm laughing again. Yep, this is my perfect family. A group of dummies. 

(A/n: I want this friend group so badly! Cold scientist, "Hot-headed" tomboy who is really more of a puppy, a writer who is more than happy to observe but also has excellent oneliners, and a friend who teases everyone and lives on sarcasm. Of course, they are all more complex than that. I love all of them. (Don't tell them, but Camillia might be my favorite lol). Species time! Camillia is a demon, and Marcie is an Aufero Fabula (She doesn't have illusions, instead she doesn't have pupils. People can't see her when she takes a story. The theory is that Auferos take stories by looking into the eyes of the target. Eyes are known as windows to the soul, meaning the person may see an Aufero's true form in the process. Since Marcie has pure white, the person feels like they're in a white boxed room and have no idea what's happening.), Emil is a secret because of lore, and Brooklynn is a humanoid who can levitate things and make objects come to her. Sorry for the late post! Hope you enjoyed and bye!)

#fantasy world #fantasy writing #found family #fantasy #writers #my writing #writeblr #frienship

[the-firebird69]

We're going to start doing what he says since you got the idea thanks from Hera and start imitating these idiots and has a really cheap motorcycle from is a Chinese version he said to label it Kawasucki and color it like a Kawasaki. Literally he wants to spell that way and the warlock that are left to buy it and a bunch of poor Max and poor people who are minorities it's an Enduro and it looks like a TaoTao but shorter and more realistic and it has a real motor

Frank Castle Hardcastle we're going to pose as aftermarket assemblers

I'm into this and I want to do it and he says that brings and Stratton probably sell itself and we can probably get in here and I agree so I'll probably pick something one of the s y m m and I'm going to do that cuz they're pretty much Kick-Ass products and I might call it yamaka as he's been saying and these guys always have said they would never did I'm going to pump out tons of them he says she probably spell it a different way or I think that's like the spelling of a yamaka so I sort of get it but it's not so it's going to stick

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

I'm going to handle Suzuki and I'm doing the whole idea he says but no that's my clan so I'm going to do that. I'm going to pick an aftermarket bike but an SRM they're cheap enough but they work better and I want to sell a product that's quality in the name will fit cuz it's not as bastardized it's going to be Suluki it means something in Japanese and not "so lucky" but everyone's going to say that

Hera

He says this you b**** so I do get that

He's got an idea for Honda and he asked the wrong guy and it was his actual father having him do that he says I can't really tell 100%, I'm insulting them a lot so we get that he says Hunda, did the reference to the Hun so he's going to go ahead with it and his father and mother are a Honda and they're really grandfather and grandmother but that's what we call them probably sound like madness you might put it on it or something like that a - it's a lot of Japanese words of hyphens so we're going to look at it and check it out Hyundai so it sounds like so maybe that's not right

Thor Freya

Besides this program now and it's working because people think it's the Japanese bikes and Japan is going to make cheaper bikes but with the real name on them and they can call them light duty cycles or something like that LD light duty kind of like the idea and it's coming from us we do that a lot and work with them and it'll be cheaper but not real cheap and they probably spend the money yeah

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

It's not like we're pushing the envelope on purpose but we need a little bit of heat and we're going to ask for help from our Koreans and our Chinese our tie and more and Malaysia and they say yes and so we're going to go ahead and try it cuz they probably want to buy our bikes for Christ's sake just as good as possible you're ridiculous LOL

Poseidon and goddess wife and we're not going to let you have one cuz you'll wipe out you always wipe out even if you're bigger it's worse damn it

[hueningshaped]

no because you definitely do have big brain energy!!!!! tumblr why do you hate seeing us happy and in love. "i only ever thought about replying to you and the joy i feel from communicating with u" literally cannot see through my tears why do you have to be so adorable☹️ a button? i mean you're definitely as cute as one😌 about hobbies,,, i used to draw quite a bit but i haven't done that in YEARSS, i feel like nowadays i don't really have anything i could call a hobby quite depressing tbh😐 what about you!!!! and omg stop i don't even really consume mbti content but whenever i come across something my type always gets dragged i love u😭😭 beffie we're in the same boat about astrology i am very bad at it i should be glad that i can name all signs atp🧎🏻 but i find it so interesting so i just got my chart calculated and read on one of those astrology sites online :D i'm a taurus so we're both earth signs😼 (whatever that signifies😭) ooooo another trip!!!! how long will you be gone for!!! as always i hope you have fun and stay healthy🫶🏻🫶🏻 omg i love both dogs and cats but i think i might like cats just a little bit, although i always feel like i'm at a job interview whenever i meet one because i've never had a pet so i get very nervous around them :/ what about you!! do you have a preference + do you have/have you ever had pets😸 that encore stage☹️☹️ one of the first txt vids i ever saw literally could already feel that i would not be able to let go of them anytime soon😵‍💫 AND THE COMPILATION NOOOO :( he is so very dear and precious to me head in hands here's something for u too!! he is gigantic with tiny behavior😞 you could never ever talk too much whenever i get a post notification from you i'm just 💓💘💗❤️🫶🏻 my entire day brightens up immediately!!!! also YES I SAW how did he change hair colors TWICE since my last ask😭 soobin said he will be bleaching it and i just need to know so bad,, my brain is itching for information😾 thank u for the beoms☹️☹️☹️ i always get so happy that you take the time to add some for me and i'm even happier that i get to do the same for you now since i finally managed to set up my new blog!!! - apple, formerly 🧃<3

there’s this movie i love and probably for the inside jokes that it gave me and my sibling but one of the lines is “…thank you. i love you. i knew it the minute i met you. sorry it took so long for me to catch up. i just got stuck…” and i think it really works for what i mean for you. sorry ive been so bad lately. you finally made ur blog and it’s so beautiful <3 of course it fits u so well ~ you’re AS CUTE — CUTER THAN A BUTTON!! honestly it’s hard to have time to do anything we all remotely like since life is so busy so i get u!! i don’t have any besides reading and music haha im boring as frick 🫶🏼 i love u ❤️‍🔥 earth signs woahhhhhh me trying to tie it to atla w/ my limited knowledge haha i just got back and i was driving for most of it 😵‍💫😵‍💫 hey i like cats just a bit more also hehe they’re more our temperament i think haha but AWWW that’s so cute (to me) that seeing one means a lot to you (in that sense) but i hope it’s not a bad nervous 🥺 i have 4 cats and 5 dogs but the cats are more mine rather than the dogs haha (we’re like an animal shelter 😭) i love my kitties more than anything !!!! OMG even though it was literaly 3 seconds THAT VIDEO IS SO PRECIOUS hyukaaaaaa ❤️ u know what’s sick i see ur notif (if tumblr actually does notify me) and i just think about it for a while and anxiously try to clear my schedule just to have a clear head when i do respond to you (it’s a habit ive noticed that applies to ppl i love) and it’s so odd so that’s to blame 😥 sorry im like this 🥺 AHHHH !! soobin never bleached haha but maybe he will for jpn and South Asia tour :0000 who knows hehe truthfully im happy and infinitely lucky you still talk to me ik im very frustrating 🥺 so thank you very very much. i sincerely hope you’re doing well and are safe and taking care, my dearest apple. you mean very much to me ~!!! ALSO THE PICS U ADDED ARE SO CUTE!!!!!!!! AHHHH some of my fav really 😽🥹 here are beoms and a song you remind me of even though i just cried to it dw 💓

#ask >3< #[❤️⭐️]—aquí te amo

[spidermanly12]

Nature (BATIM X Moral Orel)

Bendy: Joey! Are you okay?!

Joey: : (laughing like a madman) Okay?! Am I okay?! You shoot ONE THING THIS WHOLE TRIP, count them, ONE THING and it's TWO OF MY LAST BOTTLES IF LIQUOR?!

Bendy: Sorry, Joey! It was an accident!

Joey: THERE ARE NO ACCIDENTS!! (laughs madly some more) You've done nothing but whine like a lady in a flowery, sissy skirt and attractive high heels about my drinking since we got here!

Bendy: IT'S BECAUSE YOU BECOME A BAD PERSON WHEN YOU DRINK!!!

Joey: Oh... Oh! I do, do I? (He drops his broken liquor bottles angrily which causes them to shatter) Well, we'll see about that! (He tries to take off his belt to spank Bendy but can't. His pants fall down. He tries to pull them back up but can't. Bendy tries to help) Get away from me! I'll do it myself! (After failing to put his pants up again, he curls into a ball and weeps pathetically. Finally, he stops and manages to pull his pants up.) Okay... It's time you became a man! Where's my tommy gun?

Bendy: I-I-I don't think...

Joey: There it is! (grabs his tommy gun and starts aiming it around)

Bendy: (trembling) Joey! W-Watch out!

Joey: Please, Bendy. I know exactly what I'm doing.

Bendy: Yeah, but you might shoot it off by mistake!

Joey: There aren't any mistakes either. No mistakes, no accidents, no flop-ups, no boner.

Bendy: But...

Joey: DON'T "BUT" ME! (pulls the trigger, shooting Bendy in the leg. Then he stands up to see Bendy on the floor)

Bendy: (weakly) Joey...

Joey: Bendy! What have you done?!

Bendy: I got shot... by you.

Joey: You sure did! You gotta learn to be more careful, Bendy!

Bendy: It hurts, Joey...

Joey: Well, It supposed to! Pain is Nature's spankings.

Bendy: Joey... I'm inking a lot...

Joey: Um... We're gonna need some cloth for tourniquet. Hmm. Uhh...

Bendy: Uh, I think a tie would work...

Joey: Attaboy! (Rips a piece of Bendy's bowtie)

Bendy: My lucky bowtie?

Joey: Well, Maybe It'll start kicking in! (Chuckles) I guess my lucky gun trumped your lucky bowtie, Bendrino!

Bendy: Joey, I-I have some inkwell in my First-Aid bag.

Joey: Frist-Aid? I thought I told you not to bring that!

Bendy: Yeah, well...

(Joey angrily digs through the bag to find to the inkwell.) Joey: (Pulls out the inkwell) Hello! Okay, this might sting a little.

(He takes off the cap of the inkwell and was about to pour it on Bendy's leg but then he starts to drink from it while Bendy looks in shock and when he was finished he shook his head in satisfaction)

Joey: Whoops.

(Bendy then looks at him with a hateful glare) Bendy: I hate you...

Joey: Hate away, sister. Hate away. (He then passes out)

#batim #moral orel

[lebenspurpur]

AN: Helloo, wrote this because I spent today suffering through my post-drunk-vandalism hangover. Guess it's deserved but still, it sucks. After eating chicken broth my dad made, unsalted if I may add, for an hour straight I am now ready to be creative. I really don't know what this is.

Have the link to my Larry playlist while we're at it:

Pairing: Larry Johnson x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol

Wordcount: 1744 words

🤍🧷💀⛓🔪🏁🕷🤍🧷💀⛓🔪🏁🕷🤍🧷💀⛓🔪🏁🕷🤍🧷💀⛓

Larry looks really, really stupid right now. Stupid and sick.

His tall form slumped over in defeat, big blanket wrapped around him but not too tight, otherwise he'd feel too hot, too feverish, he still needs some air. There are tissues scattered across the couch as well. Fucking hell.

Usually, this would disgust you but it's Larry, you think you've seen worse.

Small sniffles come from where he's laying, whenever he clears his throat hoarse croaking leaves his mouth and he cringes every time he hears it. He can feel your judging gaze on his body, hear your arched eyebrow without even lifting his head.

His radio is blaring some kind of metal music, you don't recognize the band. Technically, the music is useless since the TV in front of Larry's bed is playing an old horror movie, bloody screams only adding to the grimy ambiance in the room.

"I-", you start but Larry lifts his hand before you can even consider continuing.

On any other occasion, you would've noticed the rings adorning his slender fingers, the metal accessories leaving a trail of dark smudge on his hands. Damn, did he have some nice hands.

Thankfully today wasn't a normal occasion. The metalhead in front of you had worse problems than you drooling over his fingers right now, one of them being the sickness he caught.

"Don't you dare say 'I told you so.'", he croaks out while he finally lifts his head, bloodshot eyes meeting yours. He looks immensely tired. You can sense his annoyance at this sickness, this hellish treatment he's in and can't seem to escape.

You take a deep breath in and drop your bag next to his opened front door.

"Alright. I won't."

You close the door quietly and deposit your jacket as well as boots next to it.

His mom always screams at Larry to finally get something for visitor's shoes and bags but he never does. Too busy, too lazy, he figures his visitors get it. Who even visits him, anyway?

The floor is, as usual, covered in stuff he hasn't cleaned yet. Unfinished drawings, sketchbooks, take-out cartons, empty booze bottles, you keep wondering how he manages to create that kind of mess in a timespan of not even two days.

You tiptoe over them, careful as to not to step into something. Earlier experiences have taught you to never mistake one of these seemingly empty cartons as really empty. Just last week you stepped into a fucking pizza the man in front of you didn't finish.

You sigh as you sit down next to him and Larry tiredly raises an eyebrow.

"Dude, I know you don't want to move but Jesus, we really need to get you to bed.", you then state, voice comforting yet firm. You use the moment to stare into his eyes, adore the brown, thick, deepness of them.

Larry groans loudly, voice breaking from how raw his throat is. His head falls back and he closes his eyes, a pained expression on his features.

"Don't wanna.", he grumbles quietly and you involuntarily crack a smile. Larry always managed to do that, even in the most unbelievable moments.

"I'll join you if you do."

One of his eyes slowly creaks open, observing your face to look for any kind of sarcasm or irony. As soon as he doesn't find any, the other eye opens as well and he leans forward again, blanket clutched tightly in his fists.

"Alright."

You grin at his quiet answer, hand reaching over to pull him with you. He obliges, warm, slightly clammy hand tightly grabbing yours. He follows you through the messy room, his blanket leaving a trail of destruction behind the two of you.

You kick open the door leading to his bedroom. Immediately, the familiar images of various album covers greet you. The air in his room is colder and less damp and you hear him take a deep breath.

Turning around, you mention for him to wait while you walk over, grabbing the blanket on his bed. You shake it a bit, readjust the sheets as well the pillow, all while Larry's eyes never leave your back.

"There you go, sweets.", you add as you finish, quickly turning around to see Larry standing the same way you've left him. Tired, slumped, and emotional. The need to hug him starts boiling inside of you but you try and hold yourself back. First, you have to make sure he gets into bed.

Larry slowly stumbles past you. During the last few baby steps, he drops the blanket around his shoulder, faceplanting right into the freshly made sheets. He's not even wearing a shirt and you huff at his stubbornness.

Larry's back looks strong like this, muscles contracting beneath his skin as he tries to get more comfortable. Your eyes glide over his spine, his wide shoulders, the small bumps where his ribs encase his organs. His olive skin is sweaty and long, brown hairs cling to it.

You cringe at that, knowing the feeling all too well.

Softly placing a hand on his back, you move closer, forehead scrunched together.

"Larry, darling."

He grunts into his pillow, a muffled questioning sound.

"I got a hair tie here. Mind lifting your head real quick?"

Larry obliges and lifts his head quickly, taking a deep breath while he does so.

Your fingers find his scalp and start collecting all the strands, securing them afterward with the tie around your wrist.

The man beneath you hums in appreciation as the cold air hits his neck, sweaty skin finally being able to breathe. You kiss the small space beneath his neck real quick, a short sign of comfort before you stand up again, hands leaving his skin.

Larry whines the second you do so, all while quickly turning around, sending you a pleading look.

"You said you'd stay.", the whiny tone only makes his voice sound more hoarse and you can't help the small grin from appearing on your features.

"In a second, sweetie. You need some water and medicine first, alright?"

He whines again but the thought of something fresh and cold going down his throat is enough to soften the pleading look in his eye. You blow him a kiss and then quickly walk into the kitchen, which is right across from the brunette's room.

It's surprisingly clean but what did you expect? Larry never uses his kitchen unless he has to. Which isn't all too often.

Grabbing a water bottle and placing it on the counter, you keep searching for the small broth packets you'd bought exactly for this kind of scenario. You find them in the fridge, the only thing in this room that Larry actually uses.

Chuckling you get some water cooking, all while pouring the powder into one of the giant cups Sal has gifted Larry a while ago. According to the masked man, everything tastes better if it's being eaten out of a cup and so, everyone has their own sets of cups, a premium gift from Sal Fisher.

Soon, everything's done and you maneuver your way back into Larry's room. Said man is awaiting you, eyes still opened as he watches you creep towards his bed, hands full with water, soup, and medicine.

First, you feed him the medicine. Normally he'd do this himself but you know that he'll just ignore the bitter juice unless you force it down his throat. Stubborn motherfucker.

Larry's sitting up now, back propped up against one of the many big pillows he has. You hand him the broth and he inhales it in less than two minutes, apparently, this is the first thing he's eaten today. Shaking your head at the thought, you tug a few strands of hair out of his face, smiling at your lover's appetite.

Finally, after gulping down half of the water bottle, the brunette leans back and smiles, for the first time this evening.

"Thank you.", he croaks out and you touch his arm as an appreciative gesture, "Does that mean you're allowed to join me now?"

You're about to nod as you notice the faint traces of eyeliner on his skin.

"Did you take off your makeup when you got home?", you ask, throwing a teasing smile his way.

Larry clears his throat, embarrassed that you caught him. A faint blush raises on his cheeks and you feel your heart swell at the sight.

"I might have forgotten about it.", he answers, gaze slowly meeting yours again, "But please, let's just do this later, dude. I am so fucking tired."

Huffing, you roll your eyes at his answer but you nod anyway. He'd be fine with the makeup for a few more hours. You just have to remember taking it off tomorrow.

"You're lucky I love you."

Larry grins at that, the usual wide, blinding grin, that makes your stomach tingle with fuzzy feelings inside of it. His fingers find your arm and he tenderly pulls you down to join him. Soon, your head is placed on his chest, and his arms cradle your shoulders, pulling you into his body.

You can hear his relaxed breathing as he finally settles down, nuzzling his face into your hair.

His skin is warm against your cheek and you smile into it. It doesn't matter how often you've done it, laying on his nude chest always makes you flustered.

Larry's fingers start to draw stuff on your back, the feeling more than a delight for you. Humming, you snuggle closer and the metalhead next to you smiles.

His eyes already start to close slowly, lack of sleep finally catching up to him. The quiet sound of the ongoing movie in his living room, as well as the metal music, make for a great background sound and you both listen intently.

You notice the way his heart beats, slow and steady, beneath the tanned skin. Unknowingly, you start to synchronize your breaths with his. In and out. In. And out.

Soon, your eyes close as well. Damn it, you don't want to fall asleep. Though, you suppose it doesn't matter as the man next to you pulls you closer, his breath warm against your ear. He wouldn't let you leave anyway.

The thought makes you feel giddy, excited, in love. Smiling widely, you try to press yourself closer into him, and soon, you too, fall asleep, enveloped by the arms of the boy you love most. Your favorite boy.

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