#might delete who knows

[cookietastic]

Human Night Light

Wanted to mess around with limited colors

#Danny phantom #phanart #might delete who knows #the bakery

[richiekirschs]

SHE’S MY BABY — Spider-Man!Lottie Matthews

spider-boy, king of thieves…

warnings— no use of y/n, fem implied reader (referred to as “unsuspecting girl”), lottie is vaguely hurt

[part 2]

The Yellowjackets had been spreading their theories about Spider-Man since he was first spotted in New York, just across the river.

It was surprisingly Misty who came up with the theory that he was actually from Jersey City, after how many times he’d been spotted on the ferry that takes you across the Hudson from Midtown. Nat had disagreed, stating that he was probably in Jersey City so often because of the amount of freaks patrolling the streets.

Most of your teammates think it’s stupid—with Jackie saying it’s just some asshole trying to get on Subway Creatures, and Tai saying the guy in the suit just wants to piss off J. Jonah Jameson. Laura Lee thinks he’s devilish. Nat indulges in the fantasies after having witnessed one of Spider-Man’s fights firsthand (and also because she likes to piss off Jackie.)

The girls are all over at your apartment tonight for the regularly scheduled movie night. Everyone takes turns— last time it was Tai, and now it was you.

You’re in the bathroom washing your hands when there’s a THUD! from the fire escape outside the bathroom window.

You frown, wondering if you should check. Is it your neighbors, smoking a blunt? Or is there maybe a cat that needs help?

You yank up the blinds to check, deciding it’s better to know than risk it distracting you the rest of the night.

It’s not your neighbors, and it’s definitely not a stray cat.

It’s Spider-Man.

You can’t do much but freeze and mumble, “You’re shitting me.”

He stares back at you with comically wide, unblinking eyes. He points at the windowsill and mimes pushing it up before silently pleading with his hands.

You sigh. Of course this would happen. All you can do as you unlock the window is pray that it’s actually Spider-Man, and not some douche in a costume looking to take advantage of an unsuspecting girl.

You push the window up and he tumbles to the ground of the bathroom, somehow remaining inhumanly quiet.

In the process, though, he aggressively knocks a (glass) bottle of perfume off of the counter.

“Shit!” you hiss.

“Are you okay?” someone calls. Maybe Nat? It definitely could’ve been Van.

“Yeah!” you call before turning back to the masked vigilante. “You have 30 seconds to explain yourself.”

Spider-Man holds up a finger, chest heaving, before reaching up under his mask and yanking it off.

It’s not a man at all. It’s Lottie, your best friend who was conveniently missing from tonight’s get-together.

Your jaw drops. “What the f—?”

You don’t get the chance to finish your exclamation as she bolts up to clamp a hand over your mouth. “Shh!”

You frown back at her, trying to convey your emotion with your eyes.

“I’ll explain, I promise,” she assures you. “But I’m hurt. I just got my ass kicked. I need you to help me, but you can’t tell the others.”

You don’t respond. Her hand is still over your mouth.

“Promise me!” she hisses, begging.

You nod frantically, and she slowly removes her hand. “I can’t believe you’re a girl. I was betting major money with Nat that Spider-Man was Jeff Sadecki.”

She narrows her eyes at you. “Jesus Christ. Are you going to help me or not?”

“I can’t do that if you don’t tell me where you’re hurt!”

She swallows, unable to meet your eyes. “Under my suit.”

You sigh at her. “Can you stand?”

“I think so.” She manages to stumble to her feet, and you help her unzip the suit, both of you flushed bright red.

“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed, Lot,” you tease as she collapses onto the closed toilet. “We’ve changed in front of each other a billion times.”

“These aren’t ideal circumstances,” she groans.

Her wound isn’t too bad, but it probably hurts like a bitch. Sliced across her leg, the cut slowly oozes blood. Her knuckles are scraped up, too. There’s already green-yellow bruises forming around both wounds.

“It’s not awful,” you assure her. “They just need to be cleaned and get bandaged.”

You dig out isopropyl alcohol and a rag before a apologizing for the pain you’re about to cause her.

She whimpers as you clean the gash on her leg and wrap gauze around it, and you have to pray that she doesn’t see the way your face burns.

Someone rattles the door handle. “Are you still in there?”

Laura Lee. With a start, you realize you didn’t lock the door.

You and Lottie lock wide eyes with each other before you’re yanking her up and shoving her into the shower. She shoots a web to seal the curtain to the wall, tucking herself behind it.

The door swings open, and Laura Lee peers around from behind it. “Hey, we were thinking about ordering pizza—is that your blood?”

You look down at your hands, but it’s not yours. It’s Lottie’s, from where you had wiped it from her leg. You need to think of a lie, and quick.

“Oh,” you shrug in a hopefully nonchalant manner. “My nose started bleeding, and I put my hand over it while I got the rag.”

Laura Lee, of course, steps in to investigate. “Did it stop? We should say a prayer.”

You gently swat her prodding hands away. “Yeah, I’m fine. It stopped. I just didn’t get the chance to wash my hands.”

“Really,” Laura Lee insists. “We should say a prayer. This could be a sign of something.”

“Yeah,” you mumble, “of a ruptured blood vessel.”

You indulge in Laura Lee’s plead anyway, and pray that Lottie can resist her urges to laugh during Laura Lee’s prayer like she always does.

Lottie knows she doesn’t have much time.

She carefully slides the suit back on before slipping out of the very window she’d come through. From there, she makes a Pink Panther-esque getaway a few feet away from that window to the one that leads to your bedroom.

She carefully slides the bedroom window shut before flinging open a dresser drawer in hopes for some clean clothes. She digs out a Kean University pullover and plaid pajama pants. It’ll have to do.

She stashes the suit in the spot that she’d swiped the clothes from, and just as she shuts the drawer, she freezes. Someone’s coming.

There’s nowhere to hide. Your bed sits atop a wooden bed frame, meaning she won’t—can’t—fit underneath. Your closet isn’t big enough either. That only leaves…

When Nat swings the door open, she completely expects to find someone in a striped shirt with a sack of money over their shoulder. Something is being very noisy in your room, and she’s intrigued to know what could possibly be causing such a ruckus.

Instead, she finds… nothing.

She checks under your bed, even though nobody besides a small child could fit between the planks of your bed frame. She checks your closet. Hell, she checks the fire escape.

Nothing.

“Hm,” she decides, but there’s something… not right. There’s an itch under her skin that won’t go away.

When Nat leaves, Lottie can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She carefully lets herself down from the ceiling with a breath of, “Holy shit,” and a hand pressed to her chest.

There’s still work left to be done, though.

Quietly this time, she swings back out onto the fire escape.

There’s a knock on your front door, and you frown. Everybody’s here, and Misty didn’t say that they had already ordered the pizza, just that they were thinking about it.

You quickly rinse your hands of Lottie’s red blood before following Misty to the door.

Low and behold, the new guest is Lottie fucking Matthews.

You feign surprise at the sight of her. “Hey, I thought you weren’t coming!”

She walks over to you, arms open wide, limping ever so slightly as she engulfs you in a hug. “It’s a long story.”

Through a faux grin, you growl, “Tomorrow, we’re going to get coffee, and you’re going to explain everything.”

“Deal.”

KITTY MEOWS! I kept seeing Spider!Lottie edits on TikTok and there was an itch in my bones that could only be satisfied by writing this…

#might delete who knows #lottie matthews x reader #Lottie Matthews #lottie yellowjackets #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #courtney eaton #spiderman #earth 199999 #earth 616 #earth 1610 #earth 42 #marvel #spiderman x reader #peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #lottie matthews x you #spider!lottie #spider!lottie Matthews

[lavendervulcan]

lets see if this gets taken down pfft

im gonna regret posting this dude, i can feel it

#might delete who knows #idk man #hilson #housewilson #cw: smoochin' #mine #myart #oh god #im gonna regret posting this #cw: suggestive

[sunsickjune]

bedroom - age six, curled up under the covers, sirius making up stories on the spot, whispering them into the darkness, the two of them huddling close together for warmth, neither of them sleeping, eyes closed in futile, ears peeled for the telltale click of her heels

bedroom - age eight, mother’s eyes sparkling with rage, brandishing her wand, shards of the broken vase littering the carpet, sirius stepping in front of him, without hesitation, “mother-”, she doesn’t hesitate either

bedroom - age ten, sirius rereading the letter for the millionth time, pacing before the bed, ruffling his hair wildly, fear, longing, sadness, his head filled with countless different pleas, please don’t go, please don’t leave me-

bedroom - age eleven, playing with the envelope between his fingers, he can’t concentrate, is mother still talking? “slytherin is such an honour regulus”, he does like the colour green, he knows he shouldn’t tune her out, he can’t help it either way, sirius stood in the doorway silently, looking at him like he’s a different person, maybe he is

bedroom - age twelve, barty is so shit at chess, winning the game in five minutes, leaning back against the green curtains, letting the other two boys bicker pleasantly, eyes closed contentedly, peaceful, calm, happy

bedroom - age fourteen, sirius’ voice echoing through the wall, mothers voice filled with venom, a scream of pain, and then another, until his brothers shrieks fill up the entire house, closing his eyes to stop the tears, useless, frustrated, weak

bedroom - age fifteen, sitting up behind the curtains, filling his lungs with air in measured intervals, the hangings spilling open, “why you still awake?”, barty climbing into the bed without replying, laying down on his back beside him, “guess what evan did today”, distracting him, talking around him in lazy circles till his nightmare is a distant memory

bedroom - age sixteen, hiding behind the bed, curled up in a ball, can’t breathe, can’t breathe, fingers playing with the ring on his finger, can’t get up, knows he has to, “regulus?”, maybe he replies, maybe he doesn’t, the dark lord, sat in his living room, you want this reg, you want this, you want this, do you want this?

bedroom - age seventeen, fingers running up and down his arm, he can’t stop touching it, can’t stop looking at it, barty grins, sharp, glittering, “don’t you just love it?”, the question doesn’t need an answer, evan’s smile grows, they’re happy, happy, happy, why can’t he be happy too?, forcing a smile on his face, dragging his eyes away from the dark mark, i miss sirius

bedroom - age eighteen, tipping the locket from one hand to the other, tangling his fingers in the chain, he doesn’t want it, it’s too much responsibility, but he can’t exactly just give it back, he thinks of barty and evan, the way their eyes follow him with confusion, concern, he can’t hide from them forever, he thinks of sirius, his bravery, his talent, his defiance, he closes his eyes for a second and then starts writing the letter

#marauders #regulus black #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #jegulus #wolfstar #marauders era #mary macdonald #lily evans #jily #marauders headcannons #regulus deserved better #my writing #headcannons #barty crouch junior #evan rosier #slytherin skittles #i fucking hate that name but oh well #might delete who knows

[afunnylittlevampireguy]

I think it'd be silly if Akutagawa believed in disney romance fairytales like-

Like imagine this, somebody randomly puts a disney movie on for Gin and Aku and it's one of those like Sleeping Beauty and Beauty and the beast. Then Aku is sure that fairytale stuff like love at first sight is true and that one day he'll get to be like one of the disney princesses.

During a battle with Atsushi, he realizes that he actually trusts Atsushi. He starts thinking about it for a while and then Beauty and the beast pops into his mind and he's like 'are me and jinko like Belle and the Beast...?'. Like it's so funny to imagine and i know that it sounds fucking insane too.

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd akutagawa #bsd atsushi #bungo gay dogs #sskk #shin soukoku #bungo stray dogs headcanons #im delusional #might delete who knows

[notsolonelyygirl]

Any volunteers to be my cuddle buddy?

💕my links💞

#me #here have some low quality snap selfies #felt cute #sexy cute #might delete who knows #ok but seriously #any volunteers? #cuddle buddy

[grooviestsadpapaya]

Okay, well, (dejectedly)

I don’t. LIKE her.. :(

#art #artists on tumblr #procreate #zelda fanart #digital illustration #my art #the legend of zelda #tloz fanart #legend of zelda #zelda art #tloz #zelda #zelda au #tloz hylia #goddess hylia #loz hylia #hylia #it’s very late #might delete who knows

[clownfire]

what if-

what if we kissed in the jort storm?

#just kill me /j #jrwi riptide spoilers #rlly hope no one else has made this joke #that one bit threw me for a loop #jrwi fnc #might delete who knows

[vin-cement]

imagine L and Light are standing under the mistletoe and then Misa pushed L away, only to find out L had eaten it. Light is just choking L.

#text post #might delete who knows #lawlight #death note #l lawliet #yagami light #light yagami #misa amane #mistletoe #mistlefoe #death note musical

[alberta-sunrise]

It’s an orange kinda day 🙈

#me #selfie #green eyes #blonde #nose piercing #eye makeup #star wars #star wars fan #star wars fangirl #star wars fan girl #cute sweater #it’s sweater weather #sweater #feeling cute #might delete who knows #might delete lmao

[sub-lexicon]

I really love this piece

#lingerie #screw it #putting this out there #nsft #femme #might delete who knows

[huggingtentacles]

brain: oooh you're sad now. sad and miserable. for no reason. and anxious. you're a failure and everyone hates you

me: ok. give up then. kill me. come on. shut down the organs we're done here

brain: wait no

me: oh you CAN'T? what happened??? you're scared??? you need oxygen and shit?? shut the fuck up bitch. you're in no position to be an ass to me.

brain: sorry..........

me: now can you please come back to that part where Sister Friede from Dark Souls 3 whips the shit out of me

#shitpost #might delete who knows #bullying my brain worms

[namelesspoett]

Poetry.

Some design their inks to caress

Their pages. Delicately write with their

Imaginative calming oceans

Yet, I embrace my thunderstorms

Causing terror, potent written

Emotions

Mayhems jotted down in order.

As ink drips from my eyes

As the storms pass,

My cloudy mind clears.

Words commence blooming.

Tangled vines seize any scattered thoughts.

Merely an empty mind remains.

Yet, seeping rage soaks the

Brittle Pages. It is too feeble even to whisper.

My poetry.

#i’ll fix it later #poems on tumblr #free verse #free verse poetry #poems and poetry #poetry #might delete who knows #2am brain cells rn #2 am poetry #spilled poem #spilled poetry #sad poem #use the tag poeticstories to have your work seen here

[lostandoverwhelmed]

I did not have a happy childhood. I did not feel safe or loved. I was told I was safe and loved but I did not feel it. Not in my bones. Not in the way a child should feel it. And I am so sick and tired of now having to pretend I did have a happy childhood in order to assuage your guilt, to stop you from getting angry at me for feeling that way, to placate your immature tendencies to throw a temper tantrum. I pretend and I joke and I say that well yes you did shout a lot, and yes it was very frightening, and yes I felt isolated and hunted and silenced in my supposed happy home, but it’s all alright now because it didn’t fuck me up that much and in my own time I’ve done enough reading about generational trauma and deconstructed your behaviours and taught myself to forgive you so I can make peace with it, and because I’m ever so slightly well-adjusted enough to attempt to carve out a life for myself, you can cloyingly claim your success for having been the ones who raised me. I suppress and stuff it all down somewhere so I can avoid you getting defensive and making the whole conversation about you and your feelings when it was never about that in the first place. I was not attempting to point the finger or lay all the blame on you or make you feel bad. I was simply, solely, hoping you might understand. That maybe you might consider my feelings without dismissing them. That maybe you were sometimes wrong. But, there is no room held available for the way I feel. It is always how the way I feel effects you. How it makes you feel about yourself. And whilst you provided food you did not provide anything else but fear and tension and stress. I enjoyed my life more the moments when you were not in it. I wasn’t heard then and I am heard even less now. It is futile to believe you have grown up alongside me when that is never expected of adults in the same way it is of children.

#wrote this after an argument #very raw thoughts #needed a place to vent #they’re trying their best #i know i know #just hurts a little more sometimes #spilled thoughts #thoughts #writing #might delete who knows #poetry #quoteoftheday #quotes #life quotes #words #poem #literature #parents #childhood #growing up #vent blog #vent #is it just me

[afunnylittlevampireguy]

I wished that we could see Chuuya and Akutagawa together more often. The way the two act on their own is enough to want to see them interact, but the few interactions (this is including official art lol) we do see just are so special to me

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #bungo stray dogs chuuya #chuuya and akutagawa #bungo stray dogs akutagawa #bsd akutagawa #might delete who knows

[flavaflavbutitznyork]

Astrology Theory

I'm starting to think the 4h synastry is deadass hit or miss, like a lot of 4h synastry ends badly like the relationship could start really well but end super bad the rzn being ppl have to work through ish together, I realize often the 4h symbolizes family related subjects however it is still a water house notice the 8h is often negative synastry (but not always) same with 12h so it isn't far fetched to assume the 4h isn't always a good synastry indicator🌊but IDK what's your opinions??

#4h synastry #flavaflavbutitsnewyork #astrology observations #astrology #natal chart #zodiac signs #zodiac #might delete who knows