#peachy thinks thoughts!

[peachywontyell]

was thinking about jaime and this happened, don't ask me anything else. asked someone to give me a word that isn't horny but can be made horny in a specific context so here we are 🫶🏾

dni if you're not 18+ for the love of GOD

i think he would be very good at giving head.

-hear me out. listen to me. jaime eats pussy so well. he gets so hard when his head is between your big thighs and his hair getting pulled. the sounds he gets to hear because you're so overwhelmed with how good he's making you feel just fuels him even more.

-so like. when he asks you go sit on his face the only real reason why you don't want to is cause you don't want to kill him.

-he shoots it down quickly cause hello? if that was even close to happening khaji would definitely alert him and yall have a safeword/sign.

-so hey. what's the worse that can happen. you crawl over him, knees at either side of his head and at first you hover. he let's it slide and while he fucks you with his fingers and teases your clit.

-sucks on his fingers and tells you how good you taste in such a sweet voice. he's looking up at you with those pretty brown eyes of his, hair already messy and face flushed so when he tells you to sit you do.

-wraps his arms around your thighs immediately so you don't move while he's doing his lil job.

-you end up rutting your hips against his tongue until you're a shaking mess above him and he has to hold you so you don't pull away. he definitely leaves small bruises at your hips and thighs.

-laps everything up and then he let's you collapse onto the bed carefully. you're both panting, but the only difference here is that you are trying to come back to earth and he is very much down for a round two.

-he let's you catch your breath but while you do that he's straddling your thighs as you lay face down and you can definitely feel how hard he is pressed against your ass.

-makes you come one or two more times before yall go clean up. you can barely stand but it's fine yall have a bath🫶🏾

#peachy thinks thoughts! #jaime reyes #blue beetle (2023) #blue beetle #jaime reyes x reader #plus size reader #jaime reyes smut #latina reader #i know que the last few things ive posted have been poly jenny & jaime #BUT #i needed to get this out of my system #need him biblically #and in a way that is concerning #in general

[the-phantom-peach]

If you don't mind me asking, why did you give your human Shadow prosthetic legs?

i don’t know actually. I guess I just thought they were a cool way to represent his air shoes. And a way to differentiate Sonic and Shadow’s running styles

#don’t think I thought it through but I like it! #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #other art #peachie asks

[peachy-panic]

BBU: Hollywood

This idea took root and wouldn't let go. Can't say for sure if this will be A Thing, or just a one-off teaser of a thing, but here it is nonetheless.

WARNINGS: BBU, implied noncon, implied noncon drug use, the fucked up film industry

“Cut!”

He doesn’t realize the cameras have stopped rolling until the shrill ring of the bell jolts him back into his body, and out of the one he’s been inhabiting since the last call of action. He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink for a few moments, still caught in the blurry line between characters. Sometimes it takes a few seconds to remember which mask he's wearing.

There is a flurry of movement around him; PAs rush past, murmuring into their headsets, toting plush robes and glass bottles of sparkling water. Hair and makeup swoop in to invade everyone’s space, making their minute adjustments before rolling begins anew. 

When he returns to himself, Henry's cheeks are cold with drying tear tracks, and his heartbeat pulses lightly in his lips. 

His scene partner is already turned away, her attention attuned to the phone in her hand while a woman with frizzy hair attends to her smudged lipstick. Distantly, Henry knows if he touches his fingertips to his own mouth, they will come away in the same shade of red. Seconds ago, they were locked in an embrace, their tears mingling in the neckline of her silk gown, whispered words of affection spilling between them, and now Henry doesn’t exist. He won’t again until the cameras are pointed at him. Only then does he become alive.

A cold, acrylic nail hooks his chin and turns his head. His personal makeup artist is a woman named Kat in her late thirties with a sleek, blonde bob and smile lines around her eyes. She’s worked on every one of Henry’s films, and she has never spoken to him directly. On instinct, Henry lets his eyes fall shut, slipping back from the surface as she goes through the familiar routine of touching him up. 

From behind the wall of his own little world, he allows himself the indulgence of tuning into the conversations around him. A couple of new production assistants—not much older than him—talk about the food truck that production ordered as an end-of-week treat. (This doesn’t apply to Henry. He is on a strict diet of kale and boiled chicken while he's filming. He is always filming). The wardrobe team talks about grabbing a drink at Stanley’s after wrap today. (He knows that Stanley’s is everyone’s favorite spot because it’s less than a mile from the studio, but he’s never seen it for himself). The assistant director comments on her third cup of coffee of the day. (Henry wishes he could ask for some).

The voices fade and flutter until one cuts through the rest.

“One last take, and we’re calling it, David.”

Henry opens his eyes, and Paul stands directly in front of him.

His sleek, black suit stands out among the crew's workwear, and probably costs three times as much combined. It’s hard not to notice the ways everyone’s demeanor changes the moment the Executive Producer steps onto set. In a way, it’s almost reassuring to know Henry isn’t the only one who shrinks in this man’s shadow. But that’s where the commonality ends. They may fear him, too, but at the end of a fourteen hour day, they are not the ones who return home to Paul Maxwell’s bed. 

“Our star needs to be red-carpet ready in an hour-thirty.” Though he’s addressing the director, Paul stares directly into Henry’s eyes. “Be sure that he is.”

He doesn’t need to nudge the makeup artist away so much as she instinctively pulls back when Paul lifts a large hand and touches the tips of his fingers to Henry’s jaw. Henry keeps his eyes where they’ve been beckoned and pretends not to notice the assistants in his periphery who duck their faces away from the display of ownership. Paul’s thumb swipes across the corner of Henry’s mouth, taking with it a smear of Eliza Darling’s expensive lipstick. Then, wordlessly, he releases him. 

There’s a renewed sense of urgency as Paul retreats from the chaos, but also one of relief that comes with the last shot of the day—for everyone except Henry. 

He was up before the sun, and he knows he’ll be out long after it has set. The worst part about interior days: he doesn’t get to see daylight once. Normally, even the call of his Keeper’s bedroom feels like a reprieve after this many hours of shooting. But tonight, his previous film is set to premier on the other side of Los Angeles, and there is no premier without Paul Maxwell’s shining star.

More importantly, there is no after party without him.

There is no time for exhaustion, not for him. When the caffeine pills have run their course, he’ll be given something stronger, and he’ll take it. Whatever it takes to get through the night that will inevitably become a very long weekend.

“You heard the boss,” David says, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. “Let’s make it a good one. Clear frame.”

The makeup brushes make a few last frantic swipes across his skin before they scurry away. Liza Darling tucks a blonde curl behind her ear and presses her phone into a nameless PA’s hand. Henry closes his eyes and slips into another man’s skin.

People tell Henry all the time that he’s lucky to lead the life that he does, in his position. It is only in these fleeting intervals of fiction between reality that he might just agree with them.

For the next three minutes, he does not have to be Henry, nor is he the boy with the name from a life he is not allowed to remember. For the next three minutes, he is Brock Layton: twenty-three, rich, and madly in love. 

For the next three minutes, he is as free as he’ll ever be again. 

“Sound speed,” the mixer calls out, raising the boom pole over his head. 

“Rolling,” camera echoes back. 

“And, action.”

#bbu #like bbu adjacent? #whump writing #whump #whumplr #Henry The Sad Little Starling #I've thought a lot about how BBU workers would potentially be used in the entertainment industry #because it is such a brutal and demanding work environment #and how they would have this exterior of glamor and stardom #but it would be a gilded cage as they say #and nothing would be as fun as it seems #I have an urge to write the follow up chapter #the follow up chapter being the red carpet (and the after party which is worse) #and i know what youre thinking: #hey peachy what about the 800 other stories you have started and neglected #and to that i say:

[crimeronan]

in the luz walker timeline. wtf if hunters reaction

like obviously camila thinks it’s His kid and i can tooootally see him just like playing along to that to fuck with her and everyone in the castle and then in private being like. ok luz. what the fuck is going on

he also absolutely finds a way to use this to torture amity (affectionately)

god i hadn't even thought about it. honestly i think hunter would ALSO think it's his baby, at least as far as DNA goes, & assume it was some kind of accident with wild magic. because wild magic can do infinite weird shit & there's no telling what kind of stuff glyph magic can summon.

this explanation, unlikely as it is, seems the most sensible. because the other option is that luz made a secret wild magic baby with his DNA without Telling him, which would be uh. such an advanced breakdown he absolutely should have noticed it.

though let's not discount the comedy potential of hunter thinking luz stole the baby from somewhere. a la that one episode of how i met your mother. where barney shows up with a baby out of Nowhere:

#if it becomes common knowledge in the castle that theres a baby then hunter definitely claims fatherhood just to ward off any weirdness #and to make sure no one can Take the baby. #but i think luz's MO would be to get babby to camila as fast and discreetly as possible. honestly. #she has not thought this through. she is in fact having an advanced breakdown #as for amity: amity is like hey uhhhhh con...grats.... i guess..... are you okay. #hunter who is absolutely not okay: GREAT. PEACHY. THANK YOU FOR ASKING #replies #toh #princess luz au #horrible mindscape trauma pals

[peachybruiseslego]

technos a good ship name and all but b4 i entered the ninjago fandom entirely i was SURE that their ship name was snowstorm. i feel cheated.

#peachy talks #i just pref snowstorm personally.. #i prob wont use it cuz no one else is but. #idk. #just thinking thoughts #technoshipping #edit: oh and this is for jay x zane for anyone who doesnt know #ninjago

[peachships]

Welcome back, folks, to another amazing round of

#i can't stop thinking about him so #GDKSGDKSGD #i put too much effort into this #got that brainrot #worth living for #peachy thoughts

[fandomfluffandfuck]

S, please stop giving me ideas, I’m dying here.

Sebastian’s about to fucking explode either from the look on Chris’s face as the maroon collar settled around his throat is tugged or from the moans it wrenches from the puppy beneath him.

And the way Chris pouts and whines, squirming on his knees when Sebastian leans down and says in his best dom voice “Such a good little puppy for me. Do you think you deserve a reward, puppy?” His head just nods like a bobblehead, forbidden from talking by his Sir, and right now the only thing on his mind is being good.

Christ, I have a problem.

related to this

HOW COULD YOU USE THAT PHOTO OF STEVE RIGHT NOW?

ALSO, how could you dare to switch to evanstan!?

Don't be shy, do it some more

I also now have a problem 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

#thinking unholy thoughts about chris on all fours in that fucking body #those broad shoulders holding himself up b #rippling and thick #narrowing down to that lil waist #and then that fucking ass #he's peachy #so so pretty #asks #alamiono #anon provided writing #evanstan #stucky #chris evans #sebastian stan #steve rogers #bucky barnes #puppy steve #werewolf steve #rpf #real person fanfiction #sillysickly

[feelin-peachy-keen]

Hey friends, I went shopping today lol

#me #peachy thoughts #there are more pictures lol #I thought the associate might think I was stealing because I was taking fucking forever but I’m sorry I was taking pictures #peachy pics

[youreaclownnow]

Okay so something dawned on me tonight. I've really been pondering ep 49 and now that I've calmed down from my initial state of being very upset (because I got triggered by it lmfao) I've come to realize. It's literally just pretty wrapping paper on what's really a tragic ending. It's literally like any other gundam in the sense of, at its core, it's a story about the trauma we face and cycles of violence. I feel like I was lied to by the Fandom and went into it expecting a truly happy or at bare minimum HOPEFUL ending. Boy was I wrong. I didn't pinpoint why the first time and assumed it was just the me not liking rain. But this time I've come to realize exactly why it gets me feeling the way it does. The fact that the last shot is an announcement for the 14th gundam fight is really like... something. It's so blatant that it went right over my head. Everyone has suffered SO MUCH all for the cycle to repeat once more. I hate watching the episode but I can't deny, it ultimately IS fitting.

#watching my fave die in an attempt to put an end to it 4 eps prior only to have everyone act like everything is peachy #when in reality....... #its harsh and it feels genuinely painful to me #i still think allenby shouldve been endgame for domon simply bc id at least be able to say hes with someone who would treat him right #but thats not what happened. #i think its really like a personal issue as to why it hits so hard in a negative way to me and that is #when i got with my ex and moved out i thought id leave trauma in the past only to end up experiencing the worst 5 years of my life #and uh domon spends the whole series going through trauma only for the ending to be what it was and so ig im kinda like #ah its like my life path but grander scale and a potentially worse outcome #genuinely its just really depressing imo

[fundeadasylum]

I’m gonna just talk about @mushroomminded Peachy for minute here.

Trigger warnings for mentions of suicide and explicit themes

Peachy left the Wetlands because she wanted something more than fighting every day to survive. She sought out her own happiness and she found it in Splatsville. She made friends. She was happy. She was having fun. She’d found the life she’d always wanted.

And then she fell in a hole.

And suddenly the whole world turned against her.

She’s been betrayed by a system she thought was there to support and protect her. She’s been exiled and shunned by propaganda and lies. She’s been gaslit and manipulated and abandoned.

And despite all of that, she kept going. Because she’s Peachy and she knows how to fight back. She has a knife and she knows how to use it. She stood her ground and clawed her way back into the life she had made for herself.

And then she got punished for it.

She was ripped away from everything and everyone she loved. She was Her friends had to abandon their lives because of her.

She fought so hard and so long and this is how she has been repaid. Hurt again and again and again, suffering over and over against powers with more strength and control than she can ever hope to have. She’s been fighting this whole time, fighting since she was born just for the right to exist and be herself.

So it’s no wonder that she just wants to stop.

It’s not just about stolen innocence and “ignorance is bliss”. It’s the world beating you down every time you try to climb back to your feet, it’s making you feel like every time you try to do the right thing you get punished for it, it’s the feeling that no matter what you do you will always lose. It’s the loss of control and the self-doubt and self-loathing.

Peachy is exhausted physically, emotionally, and mentally. She doesn’t see the point in rising anymore, doesn’t see the point in trying to overcome suffering when there will just be more waiting for her afterwards. What’s the point of continuing when everything just Hurts? Her drive has been crushed. It really feels like the only reason she’s still around is because of her friends. She doesn’t see any worth in herself anymore. Ira’s heading things well enough on her own, Django has Ira, Kell can take care of herself, Mars is a trained fighter, and Zone is...Zone. What does Peachy want? She just wants to stop hurting. She’s tired. She doesn’t feel like herself, doesn’t feel like her body belongs to her when it’s been used without her consent (and yes I am phrasing it that way on purpose). She doesn’t even know who Peachy or Lu are anymore. All she can see right now is Pain. And, fuck man, but her saying she wants to go back to the Wetlands...it’s really just...it really just feels like her saying:

“I want to go back before all of this. I wish I had never left the Wetlands. I wish I had never come to Splatsville. I wish none of this had ever happened.”

“I wish I was dead so that pain would stop. I wish I was dead so no one could hurt me. I wish I was dead so that I can’t hurt anyone else anymore. I wish I was dead so this could all go away.”

When you’re out of options, at the end of your rope, when you’re hopeless and hurting and exhausted, when you hate yourself and what you’re doing to others, when nothing ever goes right, when you feel like you will never be happy ever again...dying seems like the most peaceful option you can take. And poor Peachy just lay there in Django’s lap and told him she wanted to die. Not in those words, maybe. But she did. “What if it takes forever?” Fuck she doesn’t think she’s worth anything anymore. She doesn’t think she’s worth the effort her friends are putting in for her. She doesn’t like herself, doesn’t love who she is, so she can’t possibly see how anyone else could love her.

I know the goal is to take down the people that did all this but...that’s not what Peachy needs right now.

She doesn’t want revenge (right now, at least). She’s too tired to fight back. She’s too hurt. Peachy needs time. She needs somewhere quiet, she needs somewhere peaceful and safe, she needs space to heal. Running around and avoiding the authorities and hijacking airwaves is all well and good, more power to you, rise against and all that. But not Peachy, not right now, not for her. She’s sick in more ways than one. She’s kind and she wants to keep being kind, but the world hasn’t made it easy for her. Splatsville and the Wetlands aren’t for people who are kind. Peachy deserves somewhere peaceful and gentle.

And I’m not sure the others can see that. Django still seems like he’s looking up to her, like he’s put her on a pedestal he doesn’t even realize. He loves her, yes, he cares about her so damn much. But he sees a hero, someone who fought and keeps fighting. I’m not sure he’s considered that fighting is the last thing Peachy needs right now. Ira’s too caught up in her Rage Against the Machine plan to notice anything else. Peachy is her figurehead, her martyr, the Joan of Arc burning on the pyre that Ira can use to rally the world against the people who hurt them. She already can’t connect to others emotionally, she’s distanced herself from them far too much. She does care about Peachy, very much so, but not in the way that Peachy needs. And Mars is too timid and mindless to know any better. He’s followed rules and orders his whole life, he doesn’t know what to with himself, let alone the sister he’d abandoned and tried to kill. He was protected by the very system that ruined the only family he had and now he’s lost. He’s too busy trying to figure himself out to understand what Peachy is going through. I don’t think it’s crossed his mind that Peachy needs more than physical healing.

Has anyone really asked Peachy what she wants? Or is she just being dragged along because that’s what her friends want?

I feel like I’m having trouble articulating exactly what I mean,, Peachy might have been rescued and un-brainwashed, but it still feels like she doesn’t have any autonomy. She’s just being pulled around by other peoples’ whims again, even if those whims appear to be in her best interest. Her friends aren’t being malicious and I’m not accusing them of that, they love Peachy and want to take care of her. But they seem to have this grand idea with this image of Peachy as the rebellious poster child for everyone to rally around.

Peachy isn’t a person right now. Not to anyone, not even to herself.

It’s going to take more than overthrowing a corrupt and broken system to heal her.

I hope she gets the space and peace she needs to heal. She deserves the happiness she tried so hard to reach.

#i have.....a lot of feelings about peachy. especially after that last update #i don't think i've said anything here that isn't obvious or just speculation #but i just. had a lot of thoughts i wanted to get out. #even though i don't think i did it in a very clear way fffffff

[peachywontyell]

ive had this bouncing around in my head for a while, so here we are.

i am a sucker for pretty boys with kind brown eyes and jaime fits that description perfectly...so i decided to give him a lot of pining (that is definitely reciprocated), he has to be a big brave boy and confess 🫶🏾 also, this is placed before the events in the movie !

inspired by

hanging out with jaime has always been very warm, cozy, comfortable. ever since you were children when you'd spend weekends riding your bikes around the neighborhood, only to crash at one of your houses after having way too much food. it happened so frequently that it got to the point where it just was the new normal for both of your families (impromptu get togethers were very common).

the friendship you guys had only grown stronger with each year that passed and well- there were definitely feelings there that weren't strictly platonic now. you were trying your hardest to push them away though, and jaime was having the same issues...however neither of you dared to even threathen the sanctity of the bond shared by confessing. that is until one summer came along, you guys had gone to different universities, and even though you called and texted daily, summer was when you guys could actually hang out like the old days. and here you were, having gone to pick up jaime from the airport with the rest of the reyes. as he walked through the gate you let his family say their hellos first- it's safe to say he almost drowned in hugs and kisses, and when you finally got to say hello you didn't hold back with the bear hug either.

you missed him dearly, and the weird feeling of anxiety, excitement and happiness settled in your stomach as he squeezed you back and actually just fully picking you up. it made the feeling in your stomach even stronger.

"JAIME DIOS MÍO BÁJAME"

"Que no, don't wanna"

"okay so if that's how this is gonna go, cárgame bien, señor"

suddenly you guys were in your own world, talking and laughing and everyone could clearly see what was happening here. milagro was gonna have a field day with the teasing as soon as she had a chance. he ended up putting you down- but only after he carried you all the way to the car. it was embarrassing yes, but now as embarrassing as the older couple that chuckled as you walked past and talked to themselves in hushed voices about 'how sweet young love is' and how they wished they could go back in time and experience it all over again.

that got you both blushing...and made the drive back home for lunch a bit...strange. nothing really changed, you still sat together and chatted, but jaime couldn't stop thinking about what they had said. did you guys actually look like a couple? should he had said something to them? the fact that he didn't mind if they thought so made him feel warm and fuzzy.

two weeks pass, and while you've somehow managed to push away those fuzzy feelings, things have definitely flipped for jaime- and milagro did not help one bit. she woke up much earlier than he did, you did too, and it usually meant that as soon as he walked out into the kitchen he'd see you just having breakfast.

"buenas morning" you say, trying not to laugh cause his hair looked bonkers, but even if you found it hilarious, it was still endearing, and the fuzzy feelings you had to fight every single day before meeting him were back and they were looking for vengeance. and when he almost put his full body weight on top of you for a hug not caring that you were in the middle of eating? well, you felt like you were going to die. "mornin...." he didn't move off. "jaime." "Hmmm?" "get off of me and go shower, tenemos que encontrarnos con el grupo in like an hour". with one last, extremely dramatic sigh, he moves off and does as told. it's not like he didn't want to spend the day with you and some of your other friends, they were his friends too, but he would much rather stay in and chill.

not even two hours later and you guys are at the little picnic area everyone agreed to meet up at, playing silly games, chatting and just catching up! and jaime just wasn't feeling it, he couldn't really pinpoint the reason why until he sees how talkative and close you are with one of the guys there. okay. that's fine. it's just a hangout, nothing is happening, you definitely aren't flirting with him. thank god someone called the guy over cause he didn't know how much he could take.

"so how'd the flirting go?" he thought he sounded casual, calm, normal. he did not sound casual, calm or normal. he sounded upset and looked like a sad dog. "what flirting- what the hell happened to you? why do you look so sad? ¿qué pasó?" "hm? nothing." he shook his head, making you squint. okay, if he didn't want to tell you, then you'd just come up with absurd reasons as to why he would be upset. "¿tas celoso?" funny how you got it right first try. you don't know that, though. "what? no- ¿qué?" he prays to god the blush creeping up his neck isn't noticeable, prays it doesn't betray him. "Ayyyyy si es eso you don't have to be, tu sabes que you're irreplaceable" you laugh and god is definitely on his side cause you're called over a few second later by someone of the order people and he can feel his heart beating so fast he fears its gonna burst through his chest.

the hangout went by smoothly, he genuinely couldn't be happier, even if at first he didn't want to be there. he has to admit, he did miss his friends, so he's glad he could spend some time with them. now you guys are laying on his bed, chismeando and just debriefing when the topic of him being "jelous" came up again. maybe he could just do it. he knew it was risky, but....he was willing to take the chance. "....you know what? maybe i was. maybe i was very jelous, maybe i still kind-of am." he felt you sitting up and all he could do was pull a pillow over his face and keep this shit rolling "you've always made me feel so comfortable and...warm, and ive always loved you, but at some point i think it turned into love...? does that make sense- no- it's fine- okay- look i just- de verdad que me gustas mucho y pues no sé- i don't wanna fuck this up aunque creo que ya lo jodí-" he huffs and sits up to face you, looking embarrassed and flustered "you're so special to me and i really don't want to mess up the friendship we have, okay? but i'd just...i'd really like to be yours."

you aren't sure if you should just kiss him or shake him by the shoulders. so you settle for taking his hand in yours, feeling your face grow warmer- if that's even possible after that confession. "jaime, look at me." that boy is holding onto the pillow for dear life, using it to still obscure his face while he shakes his head. he's trembling. you use your other hand to grab his face and look at you "please, just kiss me" "really?" "si-" and he does, like he's been starving. he almost doesn't let you pull back even though you both need to breathe. "jaime mi amor, you will always be my favorite pretty boy and im so happy i can finally tell you."

#peachy thinks thoughts! #peachy talks into the void! #yeah im upset with this but i said id post it :// #still kinda cute though :') i fuck heavy with the yearning and cute crushes #and jaime is just fun to imagine in cute situations like that #jaime reyes #jaime reyes x reader #blue beetle (2023) #plus size reader #latina reader #again reitero ese tag y el de plus size #anyway #hope whoever reads this enjoys it #sorry its a lil slow and ends abruptly i would have kept it going but i wanted to keep it wholesome #ALSO #Spanglish #!!!!! YEAHHHHHH LETS GOOOO

[leatherbookmark]

"ed shot izzy in the leg because izzy blamed the poisonous atmosphere on the ship on ed's love for stede, as if it was something bad, when it was in fact good and made ed happy"

god help me. literally what are those people watching the show with because it sure as hell can't be their eyes. ed shot izzy for talking shit about his pure and restorative love for stede. ed "fuck you, stede bonnet" teach. ed "freezes when izzy mentions a part of stede's catchphrase and goes to threaten the crew with a gun as izzy follows him stammering that he did not mean to mention The Previous Owner Of This Vessel" teach. this ed. the same guy who literally went krakenmode after stede abandoned him and had all of his things tossed off the ship -- along with the crew, "his playthings". ed "you're not a fucking mermaid >:(" teach.

THIS ED. shooting izzy to say "you're wrong and you're fired, loving stede was GOOD actually". ??????????????

#shrimp thoughts #what's going on in this club. is it the water? it has to be something #also i genuinely am unable to understand how people can still think the pink robe wearing songwriting and talent show organizing ed was GOO #he WASN'T HEALING. he wasn't being himself! he was adopting the thing he thought were stede -- fancy fabric! Healthy™ communication! #'why are we even pirates? we should do a talent show!' -- to distract himself from his own pain! what are you people ON #if ed's true self was a pink silk femme songwriter then WHY would he embrace it AFTER and ONLY after stede has left him at the altar? #metaphorically? do you people genuinely think that ed was super fine after stede just fucking disappeared into the night after his #confession? that he was fine n peachy to Talk It Through with his crew? that he was in his right mind when he told basically total stranger #who still knew him as The Blackbeard to just call him ed? ????????????????? GUYS. WHAT. #and ngl izzy was sorta right to blow the fuck up at ed. the way he did it wasn't good and it's clear izzy's response to traumatic emotional #events is to just process it quietly on your own and move on because there's work to do so he's NOT well equipped to deal with baby's first #heartbreak but dear godddddd piracy was their JOB it was how they earned money and supplies to LIVE. you can't live if you quit your #job to make friendship bracelets and give each other cute makeovers all day! how is that a controversial statement! #but then people are still convinced cottagecore retirement is 100% going to be the endgame so. what am i expecting here

[peachy-kaiju]

ehhh experimental thing with Evren

#evren #this is funky color wise and i was trying a style a tad more detailed and realistic i guess??? #eh just take it IFSAFH #also been thinking about his lore alot and how psycho power would effect him considering the fact he has soul power #would it taint it? would it destroy it? do absolutely nothing??who knows! #its just a cool thought for me since soul power is very up in the air lore wise #like its just basically the opposite of psycho power but also the same?? like psycho power is derived from it??? #idk i have my headcanons and im not spouting them out in the tags any longer #my art #peachy draws

[twinkodium]

Common occurrence when I reblog something mctwinks / Oscar related stuff and get those crazy fanfic ideas I’ll never write 😂😂

#mctwinks going to golf together??? #Lando showing Oscar how it’s done?? #standing behind him?? teasing thrust his hips forward to meet Oscar’s peachy ass??? #Oscar losing his cool and fucks Lando right there? #hmmmm… #yeah yeah yeah I know Lando is older #but I always think Oscar is the dom/top #dunno why just gives off those energies #plus he’s the more obvious with the staring so 👀 #ya know I prefer it that way #could be a switch actually but he’s like bigger than Lando probs that’s why #okay sorry I’m babbling again #babbling about mctwinks 😌 #Lola’s ramblings #wait a minute I also had an idea for reader x Oscar #like when he threw away that golf club #yeaaaah using the frustration of losing on reader later hmmm👀👀👀 #but most just mctwinks thoughts lately 😌

[goldensunset]

AAAAAAUUUGHGH WAIT. WAIT. neku randomly pauses and reacts here and i almost missed it. i was confused at first as to why he would specifically personally be taken aback by the thought of someone dying in an accident. and then i realized. it’s that memory of his late best friend yet again. except this time he fully remembers it.

#suuuuuper subtle #never caught this before #i mean otherwise why would they point out a detail like this? it’s not like there’s anyone else you know at this point in his life #who died in an accident specifically #i mean if he overheard eri’s convo he’d know shiki died in some accident #but i doubt he’s thinking of that plus he looks guilty and in pain here #he knows where shiki is/ what’s up with her. he’s not wracked with guilt and uncertainty and unfulfilled feelings at the moment about her #and if it was the case that it was about something we already knew. he’d say so in his thought bubbles. why hide that info from us right #he’s just silent for a moment after this #a peachy twewy replay #subaseka tag #the world ends with you #mine: twewy

[peachships]

I'm still thinking of Gen. Hot take but people who draw him with barely any scars on his face are cowards. He canonically is covered in scars! And having scars doesn't make him ugly. He's still just as handsome, just as pretty, and the scars don't take away from that

Like this is the only glimpse we get from Bliz, from the animated shorts. You can see the marring on his cheeks. (You can also see his pretty brown eyes but I digress)

Scarring doesn't mean anything bad. Plus, with the modern advances in medical technology, he could have easily gotten plastic surgery to remove them. But he even says they're a reminder of who he was, where he came from, and how he's moved beyond that point in his life. He's healed internally, and that's what matters.

#sorry i got thinking again #let people have physical issues and disfigurations and still be beautiful! #peachy thoughts #the sun on my feathers