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lowkeyjohie · 4 months
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I'm trying to listen to a star trek audiobook but fuck man this is hard
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woah-i-am-here · 2 months
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What the heck. More Role Swap stuff
And some lore. Because why not.
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Swap!Noah and Heather fucking hate each other. There is no love, not even the chance of a friendship. Noah thinks of her as a insect, a loser who couldn't get win the two seasons before (He watched Total Drama before to search for the other's weaknesses). And Heather wants to kick him off the plane herself after the Leshawna Incident.
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The thing is that Noah is smart. 180 IQ, that good stuff. Team Victory were the easiest team to destroy. Yeah, a pair of strong competitors were there, but getting rid of them would be easy peasy if he got into the heart of the team, the strongest player. And that was Leshawna.
It was not that easy to get into her good graces, since he didn't posess the natural charm and looks that canon Alejandro has, but what he had was a brain, and a manipulative personality like no other.
"You know, Leshawna. I know it's a bit soon, but I think of you as a sibling. A big sister."
He hated his sisters. She didn't need to know that, of course. And oh, Heather tried so hard to warn her, to be a good pal and tell her that Noah was up to no good. But some fake tears and few words were enough to make the big girl go feral on the white pretty girl.
And there was nothing but pure, smug satisfaction while he saw the beatdown. There was probably something wrong with him. Did he care? Not really.
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Bonus: Noah's sweden Sour outfit and some alenoah because fuck yes
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Yuri swap heavily inspired by hexxed by lonleybrachiobrute (triceratroops), bruh I loved that fic. awooga.
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aviomons · 10 months
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hey guys remember double life? yeah it was almost a year ago. the finale was 10 months ago y'all
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bunps · 2 months
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gaster undertale
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denebofcygnus · 4 months
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"any big plans tonight" yeah I plan to get anxious and go nonverbal at the function, thanks for asking
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opalfur · 8 months
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love this guy. the volvo
playing leafgreen for the first time ever lol
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tetrabytez · 1 year
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when you dont have access to polls yet
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charcoaledrocks · 7 days
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some screenshot redraws ! :3
will be doing a bunch of these and possibly , take a few requests from some of yall if you so desire :D
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lethalcontracts · 2 months
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Journal Entry 57:
Y'Know, I've been hearing all this talk about some 'Warden' on Rend. Dont exactly know what it is, but there's been rumors floating about saying it can drag a full grown man under the snow! What a load of bullshit..
Journal Entry 58:
Guess time will tell if i ever get to see this so called Warden everyone is soooo scared of. They are shipping me off to Rend with three other miserable scavengers in a final push to get high valuable times.
Journal Entry 59:
Finally was able to get back to the ship! A shipmate and I were trapped in the safehouse for a few days because of the weather.... Something took him when I was trying to keep post.
All i heard was the window shatter and a scream from him...I saw a large..employee or SOMETHING! I dont know what it was, it looked like one of us but he was HUGE... He..IT grabbed him by the collar and ripped him back through the window with such ease.
As terrible as this may sound, at that point i didnt care if my teammate was still alive or not, i had to make a run for the ship. As i entered and was set to close the door, i made the mistake of looking back out into that howling, screaming storm.
In the distance i saw it...the Warden, its pale face smiling back at me as it held onto its newest trophy. I closed the door and set the ship to leave, its engines barely drowning out the screams of that poor crewmate.....and now i understand fully why they were so afraid.
--End Journal Log
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noodlesnatcher · 9 months
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GUYS
GUYS
I know nothing about fashion but i went out with my friend and I looked at a jewelry shop for the first time and I just couldn't stop picturing hermits and other mcyt with the jewelry
like
look me in the eye and tell me pearl would not look great in these
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and there were also a bunch of flowers and I just kept thinking of the buttercups
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These are for empires season 2 sausage of sanctuary
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Also Scott for empires s2 cause of all the colours
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And Scotts newlife mushroom origin
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I think Cleo would look so fucking cool in these
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kailjoi · 8 months
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trying to figure out how i want to draw him
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radiumpanthera · 2 months
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Long hair salem bust bc. Why not
Been wnating to grow my hair out,,,, but i keep cutting it too much !!
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candymeatlemonspiced · 7 months
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Some I forgot along w/ one from a whiteboard i did w/ some family,,, so some of the last one was not me- (I would @ them but they don't have Tumblr)
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scotchballs9 · 4 months
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Decided to do this symbolism thing I did a couple weeks ago but I did it with Daisy instead
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chazchaschad · 2 months
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been listening to a lot of Bowie recently
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sootzz96 · 8 months
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“thinking of you without any forgiveness”
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Hi guys! Here’s the Gracie fic I promised y’all a while back. I hope you enjoy it!
title from i should hate you by gracie abrams (ofc)
warnings: mentions of crying and having a mental breakdown, reader drinks her feelings away and almost crashes her car on the way home, wilbur is a prick to reader, reader is in denial that he feels bad about the fight (lmk if i missed anything!!)
wc: 1.2k words
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  Last night was something you will never forget. Last night was the last time you and your boyfriend fought. It was all over the stupid tour he was doing with his band. You remembered how you sat on the floor of your once-shared kitchen spiraling, thinking about how you could’ve changed your reaction in any way. You couldn’t stop thinking about him while you were breaking down. You were crying so loud it sounded almost as if you were screaming. After hearing how much it hurt you, you hoped he would come back and help you. Your attempts were futile. You soon got up and walked to your shared bedroom. This will be the last time you sleep in this bed. You hoped that was all just your brain thinking. 
     You sat on the couch waiting for your boyfriend to come home. He was later than usual, you thought the band took him for some drinks after the gig they had. This was the last gig near home for about 2 months, so they would understandably do that. You dosed off for about an hour, and that’s when you woke up to your boyfriend entering the flat you two shared.
   “Hey hun, sorry I woke you.” He spoke in a very soft tone, unknowing of what the person in front of him was going to ask. “Hey Wil, can I talk to you about something?” You said, your voice slightly wavering at what you had to ask. 
  “Yeah, sure you can.” Wil said, sitting next to you on the couch, waiting for you to begin to speak. “I know you are very excited about this tour you are doing, but I just don’t think you’ll have enough time to talk to me. I just don’t wanna go multiple months without communication from you.” You said to him, fearful of what he would say. You know it surely wouldn’t be anything terrible, it was Wil after all. 
  “I’ve already told you that I would try to make time to talk to you. Sometimes it’s just hard to make time like that without being insanely tired.” He replied while looking at you, his expression seemed to change from bubbly to annoyed. “I know it’s hard, I ju-” You said, unable to finish your sentence before he interrupted you.
  “No. You don’t know how hard it is. You’ve never worked hard like I DO. You have to understand that sometimes I can’t make time for you and that you just have to accept it.” He said in a harsh tone. You were scared of your boyfriend for the first time in your relationship. He’s never gotten this mean before. You opened your mouth to speak before he cut you off again. “I’m only one person, Y/N. You have to understand that. I’m not always gonna have time to talk to you. I’ve told you this so many times but you still just don’t fucking listen. What are you, an attention whore or something?” He said much more harshly than before, poison falling from the tip of his tongue with the words of his last sentence. He saw how the tears started forming from those beautiful eyes of yours, this was when he knew he fucked up. 
  “Get out.” You said in a harsh tone. He got up after apologizing profusely. You wanted to forgive him, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to it. Especially not after what he just called you.
  You woke up to the flat still empty. No sign of anyone coming home within the time you were sleeping. You made your way to the bathroom to shower. Hopefully, this would clear your mind. It didn’t clear your mind at all. Halfway through your shower, you ended up on the floor crying. You thought about how you would always stay up and call him when he needed it, even if it was at ungodly times of the night. You couldn’t tell if you were crying from anger or hurt. Honestly, it was probably both. Getting out of the shower was a hassle, but you did it anyway. You went back to your bed and tried to take a nap. It ended up happening after tossing and turning a million times. When you woke up, you had a text from your friends. They asked if you wanted to go out drinking with them. Usually, you’d say no and make up some elaborate excuse, but this was different. For once, you wanted to go out with your friends and drink. You probably just wanted to calm your nerves and ease the pain for however long it’ll work. You got dressed, grabbed your keys, and walked out the door. You made it and walked in, spotting your friends sitting at a booth in the corner. You made your way over and sat down. As the night went on, your drinks got progressively stronger.
  Despite having so many strong drinks, you still drove yourself home. You waved off all the offers from your friends because it was only a few minutes away right? You thought everything would go correctly, but you almost crashed your car into a ditch two times. Luckily, you made it home safely without actually crashing. You walked inside your house and sat down on the couch, you ended up talking to yourself. You were talking about him, you were asking where he was. That was all you ever wanted to know since then. 
  “He probably wouldn’t have left if I just loved him harder.” You said to whatever the hell you were talking to. Maybe it was yourself, the universe, or maybe it was your table you were talking to. You got up eventually and went to your room to sleep. You knew this would leave a nasty hangover in the morning. Wilbur always knew how to deal with those. 
  It’s been a couple of months since the breakup. You never really got over it and you still loved him despite the fact he hurt you so badly. Sometimes you see things that remind you of him, you’ve learned how to shake those thoughts out. If it gets too silent while trying to fall asleep, you think back to that night. The night when everything went downhill for you. Yesterday, you decided to download some dating app and now you’re here at some restaurant with a guy. You didn’t like him at all. He just wasn’t the same as Wilbur, not like anyone could be. 
  You ended up getting into contact with an old friend, Tommy. He was only an old friend due to the breakup. You asked him about Wilbur. You knew you shouldn’t have but you wanted to know if he was okay. Tommy told you that Wilbur brings it up sometimes and talks about how he wishes he didn’t. You know he’s doing alright, and that it probably didn’t affect him like it did you. Maybe he was just acting upset to his friends and was alright the entire time. Although, you only said this because you didn’t wanna believe this. You knew it would cause you to end up texting him. You would easily do it, even after everything that happened. You wanted him back so badly. You missed the way he treated you and the way that he felt like home. Maybe this was just a break and he’d end up coming back. That’s what you wished for every time.
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