#it's gonna be a party this summer

[cuepickle]

Camp Skull Rock: The Campers

Can’t stop thinking about summer camp AU

#Will’s quiet af during the day #but one night one of the others asks him about his most recent DND campaign and he literally can’t shut up #they all share a cabin and they most definitely sneak out at night on the wildest missions and goose chases #also one of them has definitely watched summer camp horror movies and has theories about EVERYTHING #my art #stranger things #the party #Dustin Henderson #Will Byers #Mike Wheeler #Lucas Sinclair #there’s definitely gonna be more parts to this AU with more characters because I’m literally obsessed rn #byler

[babygirlgiles]

Re-watching Dead Man’s Party and Snyder telling Buffy that someone with her “talents and abilities” should work at Hot Dog on a Stick and saying she’d look cute in the little hat, and now knowing that in s6 she works at Doublemeat Palace, essentially the same thing, where she has to wear a stupid little hat, because of how limited her life is due to the responsibilities she has because of her “talents and abilities”. Wow. Wow wow wow. I am clinically unwell about this. I’m gonna gnaw through a brick.

#btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #Buffy summers #btvs meta #like imagining a whole new layer where she must have felt like she really was everyone’s worst assumptions about het #that the messaging she’d been getting all through high school that she was never gonna amount to anything had been right the whole time #that’s she’s proven them all right by being a flunkie drop out working a dead end job #and ofc none of that is true but that’s not how she feels at the time bc her mindset is just so… she’s struggling #and in the conversation with Snyder how her mom is there to defend her and stand up for her #and how her mom pushes back against the idea that she’s a delinquent who doesn’t deserve a chance #but when she’s living out what Snyder foreshadowed her mom isn’t there anymore #and same with giles who’d defended buffy against her moms worst assumptions about her before Joyce even knew she was the slayer #and he’s not there anymore either so she’s just left to believe all these awful things #WOW!!!! #wow. #dead man’s party #buffy season 3 episode 2 #buffy season 6

[300iqprower]

Imagine Summer 6 if Kadoc and Chaldea Anastasia were allowed to interact. She doesn't understand why Lost belt Anastasia cared about him. So she speaks to him. She speaks to him and she understands why, even if she doesn't feel the same things. She wants to befriend him. And then she just stuffs a snowball down his hoodie and tries to convince him to help her with Prank Wars vs Sei or something

nahhhh that sounds WAY too compelling and character driven.

What, PHH Anastasia reaching out to Kadoc with childlike whimsy and blissful ignorance? Highlighting not just the tragedy of such an innocent girl being ruthlessly executed, but bringing comfort to Kadoc once again in an opposite way? Or even worse, perhaps even reminding him of what it was he first saw in her he wanted to protect so badly, and how he destroyed that by infusing her with so much power and changed her spirit origin, thus highlighting the futility of his own attempt to hold onto her in his lostbelt and how his resentments and insecurities destroyed what few things he could bring himself to love in a cycle of self-destruction?

....Seriously? That's what you want? The fuck you think this is, some sort of philosophical character driven RPG or something? Get out.

#extended sarcasm aside - seriously: #why the FUCK did they even add Kadoc to our party before this event if they werent gonna do exactly this #what a completely fcking waste #fgo #summer 6 #dont play gachas kids #fgo anastasia #look how they massacred my girl #never thought i'd get an ask #character analysis #kadoc zemlupus

[perexcri]

you and i were fireworks that went off too soon - [byler week - day 4]

title from: fourth of july by fall out boy

dedicated to: the lake i lived next to in rural [STATE REDACTED] for 3/4 of my college years

It’s something that haunts him, of course.

It’s the colorful bursts of light he sees when he blinks too fast, the popping in his ears once the pressure builds up, a cool sluice of water against his ankles, and the slickness of forearms beneath his fingers. It comes to him in waves like the ones that lapped against the shore, cuts into the soles of his feet like the juts of limestone buried beneath the mud, invades his sinuses like the scent of dry, overgrown grass and burnt-orange pine needles blanketing the land.

Summer is usually the time of freedom, when the sun stays out far past when it should have gone to sleep and coaxes people out of their homes and into hazy, smoke-filled nights. The world is burning with color, the earth warm beneath his feet, and the hours trickle away in untamed drops of afternoon showers and the lingering blue wash of dusk. When he was younger, summer seemed the season of possibilities: for adventures, for discoveries, for reading new books and seeing new sights, for slipping from the cloak of shadows the rest of the year seemed draped in to finally embrace the warmth of life reignited in his chest.

Once, it had even felt like the possibility of something more.

Mike’s mouth drops into a scowl as he stares at the face of the lake. The book between his ribs and arm presses into his side just a little harder, his hands are shaking, and even after twelve years, he thought he’d be done with these pitiful twists of hope he feels every summer he returns here. He can make it down the main street of the town without worries, even if he does double-takes at every brunette he sees pass by in his car’s smudged windows, and he can make the winding trail down to the lakeside just fine. He can unlock his family’s summer home and breathe in its scent of musty sheets, stale coffee, and woodsmoke of vacations past. Hell, he can even toss his pile of books onto the kitchen table and listen to it groan under the strain of his literature Ph.D. program’s third year, a further reminder that time has passed and his life, for better or worse, has changed.

He’s always fine until he sees the ever-shifting face of the lake, how it mischievously gleams under both sun and moon. That’s when his heart convulses into these ugly, gut-mashing twists and his body gets forcibly wrenched back in time. 1999 dissolves around him like pixels on the screen of a video game being shut off, and suddenly, 1987 burns against his skin. His parents are in the lakehouse, there’s fireworks popping colors all across the sky, and the boy he’d seen around town the past few summers has his fingers tangled with Mike’s, and he’s tugging him towards the lake, his mouth flush with moonlight as he says, What’s the worst that can happen?

A lot, actually. Sometimes, you turn over a stone and discover something either wonderful or frightening, and it slips from your fingers before you have a chance to decide which one it is. Sometimes, the summer fades into the new school year, and there’s no way to contact the only person you’ve ever felt like this for, and when you come back the next year, he’s nowhere to be seen.

And now, he’s got nothing to show for it but the way his heart twists and turns inside the empty cavity of his chest, and the images that haunt the poetry he submits to the campus literary magazine: lakes frosted with moonlight, summer humidity pressing hot between chests and mouths, fingers curled into the damp fringes of hair, distant sparks of light that could be stars or fireflies, though the narrator is always too preoccupied to tell the difference.

He glowers at the lake and how it sucks all the light from the sun, steals its colors to shade water’s surface instead. The sky is growing dimly bruised with purples and magentas and oranges, the water burns scarlet from the light, and the navy cloth of night is quickly overtaking it all.

The book presses more forcefully into his side; it shakes. He’s twenty-eight, and he should be over this by now, but he can’t help that every time he sees the water, he thinks of how it tasted pressed between their mouths, or how slick it felt against the other boy’s skin, or the way they’d forcefully embraced after clambering back onto the shore, the other boy’s back crinkling into the reedy grasses of the shore, Mike sprawled on top of him, alternating between pressing his ear to the other boy’s warm chest to hear the racing pulse of his heart, or else tilting his head up to admire how the colors of light burst against the other boy’s skin and eyes. They rained on him in showers of colors Mike thinks couldn’t exist except for that summer, and how they shaded every single other moment they spent glued to each other’s sides after that. He’s twenty-eight, and he should be over this by now, but nothing beats the feeling of weightlessness that comes from falling, falling, falling down into love when you’re sixteen.

“This is stupid,” he mutters, which is something he tells himself a lot, but it’s mostly to remind himself that twelve years of a pitiful crush on a boy he knew for one summer are, in fact, a little ridiculous, and he’d been ridiculous to decide to do his summer research at his family’s old lakeside home. He’d been studying the Romantics the past three years, and for some reason, he thought this was his last chance at letting their wayward paths cross once more. At this point, it isn’t even about his own wish fulfillment–he simply needs peace, to press his fingers into the other person’s wrist and know he’s alive so they can say their goodbyes and part in peace.

The water laps against the shore, just a little closer to his battered sneakers.

“Stupid,” he repeats before forcefully tucking a chunk of his hair behind his ears, turning on his heels, and storming back to the comforting recesses of the lake house.

  Summer is the liquidity of time: he passes through the barriers of day and night, today and tomorrow with ease, sleeping at odd hours, poring over dusty volumes of poetry and diaries he’d checked out in haste from his university’s library. There’s more coffee than blood running through his veins, and when he goes outside, it’s only ever to drive into town to buy groceries or refill his car’s tank. He doesn’t look out the back windows at the lake, and he sure as hell doesn’t try to breathe in more of the musk of pine trees than he has to.

He’s safe, cocooned in his family’s old home, huddled under blankets against the frigid wash of AC he keeps steadily pumping through the vents. He hunches at the table, sprawls on the couch, curls up on the bed in languid fits of sleep, and the taste of undercooked pasta or frozen dinners becomes the all-too familiar fuel to his days of research, note-taking, and thesis writing.

When he does pull out his old weathered notebook of poetry, it’s only ever to scratch down a few lines in tired replication of the old greats: John Keats, Lord Byron, Pushkin. He used to go outside for hours and try to capture the endless summer delights in shoddy, amateur lyrics, but he knows better than to let his pens fall into those familiar strokes now, and he’s fine in the dusty corners and wilting walls inside, anyway.

All dependent variables are removed from the equation, and his summer becomes one of controlled focus: he will get this research done, and he will focus on the next stage of his life, and he will not, for any reason whatsoever, follow the pitiful tugs of his heart towards some vain hope that the other boy will remember, that he’ll show up again, that he’ll even want to come back to this lonely corner of the country on some vague inclination that Mike might be here, too.

  Except for one day in early July, when there’s a faint knock at the door that makes his head jerk up from the volume of Coleridge’s poetry he’s been mindlessly thumbing through. It’s as soft as a breeze off the face of the lake, and for a moment, he can almost convince himself he’d only misheard the breath of life around him.

Until there’s another, slightly louder, unmistakable staccato: knock knock knock.

He wrenches open the door and is met with hazel eyes he’d only ever had the courage to admire under the colors of fireworks, moonlight, and the last dying rays of summer sunsets. His hair’s been trimmed from the shaggy bangs he’d once worn, and it’s strange for it to be mid-summer and him to be clad in jeans and not shorts, a collared shirt and not a polo.

The volume of poetry slips out of Mike’s hand and falls, painfully, on the arch of his left foot.

“Is it really you?” he asks through a wince of pain.

Will grins, his face alight. “Yeah, it’s me.” There’s a beat, then, with a quirked eyebrow, he asks, “You remember?”

How could I not? Mike thinks, drinking in the matured features of the boy he only knew for a summer, now grown-up and full and alive.

Once more, summer becomes a time of possibility, and the love kept captive in Mike’s chest feels a little less small and derisive. He feels whole and electric, like he could dissolve into the brief flares of light and color of those fireworks from long ago.

For the first time in twelve years, the world seems blossoming, full of possibility, and when Mike reaches out, he’s greeted by that feeling of life beneath his fingers, a chance to know that this is real.

With a grin, he realizes that the possibilities are endless.

---

the lake in question:

#byler #byler fic #bylerweek2023 #ficlet #summer love #anyway i highly recommend living next to a lake in rural [REDACTED] and staring at the water while the sun sets #also there was an lgbtq+ campground across the lake that used to play party music :D #anyway i would have had no ideas for this prompt if it weren't for remembering the lake so!! #also i feel like i could explore this idea a lot more #like it kinda ended where it was just beginning #hrrmmmm #thinking thoughts thoughting thinks #also sorry for weird spacing between a couple of sections #there's gonna be line breaks on ao3 but idk what im doing on this hellsite so!! have fun with that!!

[cowboycunt]

why did i say i would go out :( its too rainy for this :((

#i can’t abandon my friend though. their crush is at this party. #i will say though. had fun picking out my outfit #my summer fits are gonna go so fuckin hard this summer thank you dr ******* #fish.txt

[emotrait-arc]

Oh, you wanna play psycho killer? Can I be the helpless victim? No, please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface! I wanna be in the sequel!

#ts4 #the sims 4 #simblr #prequel #prequel: edits #audrey #jay #rex #lets pretend this is a cute lil halloween party in a universe where everyhting is ok #the summer job au kind of #audrey is tatum riley if u couldnt tell lol #tw blood #tw knives #also this is probably gonna be the last edit of the murder trio for a while LOL

[kastheoryenthusiast]

"'cause you know i love the players and you love the game"

is SO steddie prove me wrong

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #i just think they're neat #players meaning like the party #the game being dnd #CMON it fits so well #idk im sleep deprived and im gonna look at this post in the morning and wonder what the hell im doing #ive been reading too much fics please tell me to Stop #anyway ! just them :') my little blorbos #oh i almost forgot #taylor swift #cruel summer #i just listened to these lyrics and these two popped up in my brain #the blorbos!!!

[lilithdahobbit]

No I will never not play a bard in BG3 I will not give up the chance to yell insults at my enemies mid-fight whilst playing a lil tune on my lute.

#i actually play the violin in-game #bards are either so fucking useless or the most important member of the party #all my team is genuinely fighting and im like “teehee im gonna play my violin and a cloud of dagger is gonna appear and kill you” #they hit astarion and my character is like “you stupid leftover piece of placenta #“you are like a summers day...sweaty” #plus i play low strength high charisma so bard is perfect #i just tell people to kill themselves and they do #i tell characters to fall in love with me and THEY DO #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate iii #bard #dnd

[redslilworld]

So happy that I got to see P!nk live 🥰 She really puts on an amazing show.

#pink #p!nk #p!nk music #Hannover #summer carnival tour #germany #trustfall #so what #Turbulence #get the party started #never gonna not dance again

[eazy-peazy54]

ooh boy it is YAP time.,,.

My summer NEEDS to feel like a Chappell Roan song. It's not even funny. I need to have a BANGER summer dude. I need FUN. in the SUN.

I mean like frolicking in the woods and looking for cryptids. (In cool outfits.) Being at the beach and swimming around (in cool outfits.) Summoning demons, or at least attempting to, (once again in cool outfits.) Running around town, shopping, playing music, doing band shit, roller skating, getting ice cream, writing, writing songs, writing FANFICTION, reading in the park, going on walks, GOING TO A CARNIVAL FOR FUCKS SAKE AND WINNING THOSE DUMB ASS PRIZES GODDDD. (ALL WHILE IN SICK ASS OUTFITS.)

I gotta look like a vampire this summer fr. Goth girl summer.

My outfit plans are like a mix of everything. 2000's shit, but also vampire type shit, but also scene, but also goth, but also divorced dad (jorts and hawaiian shirts,) but also whatever the fuck Will Wood's style is, and like. a SHIT ton of other things.

Either way, I LOVE having a diverse fashion sense and music taste, because that means I can make so many different genres of songs, and so much different art. AND I can look cool while preforming them!!

But back to Chappell Roan. I am SO in love with this woman it is insane. You're telling me she makes the most banging songs ever and I have been MISSING OUT ON THEM?!?? You've gotta be shitting my dick dude. Anyways love her so much and everyone stream Good Luck, Babe!!!

Anyway, I'm off to go either write more of my CLH musical, work on my CLH fanfic, listen to LITWTC, daydream about summer, go on Pinterest, or sleep. Because once again I am writing this at 2 am (2:08. Whatever. It's fine. Live laugh love.)

See you next yap session, chat :3

#i need me a silly girl summer! #peazy's yapping #yapping #chappell roan #captain laserhawk #rayman #i dont know #rambles #will wood #music #summer #not gonna remember i wrote this tomorrow ngl #idk man #fashion #jorts #summer plans #yap time !!!11! #LITWTC #life in the world to come #pinterest #vampire #tiktok rizz party

[milo-is-rambling]

Me when I remember the friends I’ve lost through the years and how those repeated losses affected me then and continue to affect me now

#thinking about the fact that the most popular I have ever felt was my fifteenth birthday party and now I’m gonna be turning 20 celebrating #with just my mom and like maybe my brother. maybe. #but I have a visit planned to go see Millie and Levi is coming to stay with me this summer so life is good it is fine

[bunnyb34r]

God forbid you wanna nap in this neighborhood

I stg every time I lay down to, the big ass stereo guy decides "ahh now is the perfect time to be an asshole 😌" and starts

Usually it's like 2pm-4pm that he's out but today nothing... until 5:45pm when I was TRYING to take a fucking quick nap... 😑 I'm gonna throw hard boiled eggs at his house I stg

#marquilla #his stereo gives me a migraine every goddamn time hes out #and i dont wanna be the asshole neighbor thats like hey you cant ever play that/youre too loud (daily) during non-noise ordinance hours #so you're technically not doing anything wrong youre just annoying me... and like be a jackass #especially since i dont do that when the other neighbors are having a family party outside bc again it's between 8am-10pm they #are allowed to be loud it just annoys me and hurts my brain #so when the weather is warm and i can garden im gonna play my trumpet and learn to #my excuse for doing it outside 'oh my family doesnt like me playing inside' not 'im trying to pavlov you into stopping bc i WILL be playing #badly in hopes you go away' #it's not even that i can hear his music it's that it's all bass which at that level i can feel and it hurts and i hate having to wear #headphones in my own house #like growing up my nextdoor neighbor would play polka for hours every goddamn sunday and we just dealt ofc even if it got old FAST #and the neighbor next to him would play the radio when they'd have parties and we'd play ours when outside (god help my neighbors when i #was into hsm and only played that all summer for two years) point being i understand it's just part pf being in a neighborhood #the problem is the bass penetrating my skull :( so enjoy Embouchure Badly in C Sharp my dude #im gonna pavlov this man #<- the tag to block (or track lmao)

[the-feral-one]

I have a question what happened to that peach Pokemon that sent humans into a trance a while back?

Hope it was something like this

Not quite.

It goes something like this -

After Wo, Oki and their family get back to Grasswither following a few events, they prepare to head north again. Ogerpon gets excited, as the snow would still be on the ground in Kitakami, which would let everyone attend the last few days of the 'Snow Festival'.

A lot of traveling later, and they all make it to Kitakami safely. The first thing they do is get a few days' worth of supplies from Peachy's and head to the Mossui guest house.

The events of 'Mochi Madness' would be a bit different. It'd start off with the odd appearance of mochi at the festival(which would confuse Ogerpon, as mochi isn't usually served at festivals). After the people eat it, the first thing to happen would be that it makes them sick, then it starts doing weird stuff. It makes them act a bit like zombies, before eventually making them do the 'chicken dance'.

Fez and Munki would be present too. Oki sees them as they try to resist what the chain is doing to them, but ends up running away after the chains make them lash out at him.

After a bit more time passes, Wo and Oki get to witness Ogerpon and her siblings getting sick from the mochi too. They do what they can to help them as they try to find out what was the cause of everything that was happening.

Eventually, they find out who was behind the events. Oki gets both surprised and pissed off to hear that Pecharunt had been making appearances in Kitakami. He and Wo manage to be in Mossui Town when it makes an appearance, and they work to fight it off together. The peach dashes off after withstanding their attacks, prompting them to quickly follow it.

Pecharunt reappears at Loyalty Plaza, where it gets accompanied by Fez and Munki. Before Oki and Wo could do much, the bird and monkey attack and subdue them. Pecharunt, after seeing Fez and Munki holding Oki back, wastes no time in dishing out what it called a 'fitting punishment for a deserter', and forces Oki to watch as it wraps Wo in purple chains. Fez and Munki let go of Oki after a few minutes. Oki dashes to Wo's side and lets the snail hold onto him as he curses at Pecharunt.

Oki, after getting Wo to somewhere safe, promises to him that he'd find a way to remove the chains. They share a few pecks before the dog goes to find the peach.

He confronts Pecharunt in the same place as before, and it doesn't take long before a battle starts. Oki withstands Pecharunt's attacks, retaliating with harsh uses of Crunch. After a lot of time goes by, Oki manages to get the upper hand. He gets to slowly prize apart Pecharunt's shell, and once he throws the halves aside, begins to beat up the peach until there's nothing left but small specks of poison and patches of dust.

After the battle, Oki rushes back to where Wo was. He gets relieved to see that the chains had disappeared, but, after seeing that he was still very weakened, he helps him back to the guest house. There, he stays with them until the effects of the mochi and the chains wear off.

The family decides to stay in Kitakami for a few days more, which lets Oki and Wo help with taking down the tree.

After all that is done, and after the rest of the festival had been cleared away, Oki finds himself with one last thing to do. He offers to take Wo up to the Crystal Pool again, which the snail accepts. When they get up to it, Oki says to him that he had been planning to do something very special, but couldn't find the right way to do it until at the moment.

The next action makes Wo put his vines to where his mouth would be in shock and awe, and water well up in his eyestalk, as Oki shows him a box, gets down on one knee and proposes to him.

Wo accepts, but, at the same time, asks if things could get taken slowly following it, as it would've overwhelmed him. Oki says that they could, as he was feeling the same way. After sharing another few pecks, they make their way back down in a slow and careful way.

The family heads back to Paldea after gathering what they needed to take with them. When they return to Grasswither, Wo and Oki retreat to their shared sleeping quarters, while Ogerpon, Spot and Pink go out to do what they wanted.

All three siblings would use that time to prepare for an adventure of their own, down into the Area Zero abyss to hopefully have a tea party with Terapagos.

#pokemon #pokeask #no arts this time around but i'll be wanting to doodle the proposal! #yeeee wo and oki are gonna get hitched! i do want to make it that they do so around summer-time too #currently thinking up how the tea party goes. i may make it also connected to the recent 7-star tera event too

[scrapnick]

[putting on jorts] This is for you, Stretch Tee Cee Emm Two!!

#it’s summer!!! I found my jorts!!!! I’m ready to fucking party #by party means I’m gonna walk into town and try to get Specsavers to give me new glasses I’m not allergic to for freeeeee #tee hee #scraps.png

[fangirlinglikealoon]

Party time! || Kuuska soi 2022

#gonna miss these party times cause kuuska was the last show for me until october unless i can make it to the eu shows #blind channel #joel hokka #olli matela #niko vilhelm #aleksi kaunisvesi #joonas porko #tommi lalli #summer tour 2022 #blind channel at kuuska soi #omdb live #tw flashing #mine

[windwardstar]

turning 30 like grandma's funeral saturday, celebrate with friends sunday, go to work monday

#this was gonna be hot bee summer bc top surgery! finally getting to be adult who has their shit together! getting to transition! #had been actually contemplating celebrating my birthday bc like a party actually seemed appealing and then well...