#they are going NOWWHERE!!!

[naomi-fae22]

law and luffy. my goats exploring.

#one piece #artwork #gear 5 luffy #trafalgar law #luffy and law #law fanart #luffy #illustration #awesome duo #law op #MY GOATS!!! #they are going NOWWHERE!!!

[elphael]

anyways.

#curious bc i live in the middle of nowwhere and have to go on JOURNEYS for food

[tuberculosis-burger]

[Wilbur wanders in with a falling asleep Michael balancing on his shoulders, fully conked after a busy day playing with his new uncle.

Every now and then Wilbur does a fun dip or curve to keep him awake just that little bit longer so that Tubbo and Ranboo can put him to bed properly and every time he does Mikey lets loose a little hiccup of a giggle]

Hey Tubbstar! How’s it going! Completely lost track of time!

Here’s the little tucker. All ready for bed :)

- 🧨

[Tubbo breaks into a genuine smile at the sound of his son’s giggles. He’d been nervous to bring him along—eyeing Sapnap all night, constantly on guard for anything that might go wrong or anyone who might so much as look at Michael strangely—but Wilbur’s played with and kept him safe all night.]

Someone’s a sleepyhead, huh?

[He reaches out to take him from Wilbur, and Michael lays his head on Tubbo’s shoulder in a clear wordless affirmative. Tubbo smiles at Wilbur over his son.]

Thank you for looking after him Wilbur. I’d better get him home—and I think the husband is about to fall asleep too. It’s past both of their bed time.

#he’s still barefoot..well barehooved. nowwhere did his shoes go #( authors note: i fell asleep too early to answer this in proper time but it was way too cute to miss 😭 )

[voxlvrr]

ough i love your work sm bro ;0;

could i get an adam x demon!reader? i kinda just want to see what you’d do with this!! :]

𓆩♱🤍₊˙ Adam with a sinner!reader ! ♡♱𓆪

ʚ glad to hear you like my work! ^^, hope you don’t mind that these are hcs since you didn’t specify <3 and there’s a little joke at the end ^^ɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

ꕥ ; Adam knows that being in love with a sinner in hell is wrong, but he was like “i mean what the hell, it’s not like sera is gonna find out anyways.”, Adam has the will to visit you anytime, he also has the habit of bringing you into heaven but making sure that you both don’t get caught, so usually you both will spend time together in his room. he has once thought of you faking being an angel so you both could go out but he figured that sera and the higher ups will figure it out. so he’ll just quickly forget the thought but he still considers trying to do it one day, whenever he does visit you in hell he’ll randomly pop out of nowwhere from a portal, he doesn’t care where you are, it could be in public and this guy wouldn’t give two shits about those lowly sinners, you’re the only exception. and when the yearly extermination starts he’ll stray away from lute and the other female exterminations to go see you and probably he’ll probably randomly pull up to your apartment sipping on something, before saying “nice day we’re having huh?” sarcastically while you both can hear the screams of sinners in the city.

ꕥ ; honestly, Adam has thoughts of wanting you to get into heaven somehow so you don’t have to stay in that hell hole, but he knows how hard it is convincing his boss to make an exception for you. he has thought of getting lute to help him since she’s the only one that’s he’s actually close to and knows that she’ll agree, but he’ll continue this routine of you and him secretly dating for awhile. Also Adam loves to rant to you about how stupid and boring heaven duties are! like he’ll even trash talk about the princess of hell saying and how she “got a meeting” with his boss. “like I know right!? she literally went to my fucking boss and stared spitting all this kindergarten bullshit! "a soul from hell can be redeemed!" tough shit no they can’t be!” and then after he rambles for about probably half an hour he says “soo..you wanna fuck or what?”

#adam hazbin hotel #adam x reader #alastor x reader #charlie morningstar #fluff #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #headcanon #request #vaggie hazbin hotel #romantic #vox x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hcs #x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #husk hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin charlie #angel x reader

[firstknightvulion]

In the hells…

Astarion: Since you don’t have a heart and we can’t return until you get one, I got you this. *reveals the still beating and bleeding heart of a Cambion*

Wyll: That’s not how it works-

Karlach: *on the verge of tears* Oh my stars! Darling! Thank you!

Wyll: No. You can’t…can you?

Astarion: I’m sure there’s a surgeon crazy enough in the hells somewhere.

Wyll: That is not a…wait. Hells, give me a moment. Don’t go anywhere. *pulls out a cellphone and quickly dials in a number* Mizora. *phone chatter* No, I’m not calling to apologize to you sadistic, mega-bitch.

Karlach: Mizora’s liable to put a bomb in my chest. We need to kidnap a surgeon.

Wyll: NO! *phone chatter* No, that wasn’t for you. *phone chatter* It doesn’t matter who I’m with. *phone chatter* I’m calling to ask a hypothetical question. *phone chatter* Why does it matter what I’m wearing?!

Wyll turns around as a furious argument begins. Astarion nudges Karlach and points in the direction of a hell fortress in the distance. She smiles and they both sneak off.

Several moments later…

Wyll: …GO FUCK YOURSELF, MIZORA!!! *angry phone chatter* I’m not going to fuck you myself! *hits end call and turns around* Alright, in a very roundabout way she confirmed it may be possible to…

Wyll stared at the empty fields of Hell in front of him. His two companions nowwhere in sight. In the distance screams and pompous, maniacal laughter emanate from a hell fortress. With a long, defeated sigh the Blade of Avernus charges after his companions.

Without some supervision, I believe Karlach and Astarion have exactly one brain cell. That they constantly misplace.

I would like to thank Wyll for acting as the straight (comedic duo archetype) man in this scenario.

Edit: Also, I imagine Mizora as a total loser girl when not on screen. A mess that doesn’t know where her underwear is.

#bg3 #balgur's gate 3 #shitpost #funny #karlach #astarion #karlach x astarion #wyll ravengard #bg3 wyll #mizora bg3

[starill0]

Im sorry but as the first drawing that i put on this account i had to put this one.

I just frickin love this whole image in general.

Like Wally just going on and saying "you dumb bastard" out of nowwhere is so me.

So yeah!!!

Hope yall like this drawing that i made(:D)

#welcome home #wh wally #welcome home wally #wally darling #home #Wally #Wally darling welcome home #art #Partycoffin welcome home #Welcome #Wallyy #Wally darlingg #Home #i love wally

[poorchoicesarebettr]

this is gonna go nowwhere but friendly reminder

If you don't like a show or it's plot, NO ONE IS MAKING YOU WATCH IT!

Dont like all the swearing,gayness and sex jokes? Congratulations! You don't need to see it! You can stop watching episodes just to complain and go focus on somthing else YOU like!

For example: I fucking hate Taylor Swift music. I don't like her either. So guess what? I don't listen to it! Woah! It's that easy? Do i let people who enjoy her enjoy her? Yes! Do I give my opinion when it's asked? Yes! What about when it's not asked for? I only but in with my friends who I know will be civil and everything.

#helluva boss #hazbin hotel #vivziepop

[just-another-linguist]

A lot of people are a little bit confused and pissed because of russingon being such a popular ship and how much content there is of them and as a russingon shipper I totally understand that and I get that that can be annoying towards people who do not ship them. However, I still want you guys to understand why there are so many people shipping it, because there are genuine reasons. First of all, a ship cannot get popular out of nowwhere. There has to be some kind of connection towards canon, or else it wouldn't get shipped so much.

The reason for so many people shipping russingon is the (very subtle) queer subtext. And I know a few people would probably argue me on this, but i am queer and I am partly experienced in this matter. So. Well not much but i've been injesting alot of homoerotic (and not homoerotic) politics and queer media into my brain. Like, A LOT.

YES, russingon CAN be read as queer subtext and YES, they CAN be gay. "Can" because of how you interpret it. You could read it as deep platonic friendship love and be valid, but you could also read it as romantic love and still be valid.

Now, you're probably thinking "well what do you mean with queer subtext you trans gayboy?". Let me make a scenerio for you.

Imagine there exists this ginger maiden called Nelyamiriel. Her father and her siblings go on this little cruise across the ocean. They arrive on this silly little shore called losgar. Suddenly, she asks her father when they're gonna send the ships back so this cryptid dude called Fingon, Nolofinwes son, some random guy you've heard like one time before, can cross the ocean safely. You stare at the page, utterly confused, asking yourself why she's being so specific. What does her madman of a father do? He cackles and talks like a sick man. What does she do? She does not burn the ships and is the ONLY one of her siblings not doing what her father is doing. This is where you probably already get suspicious. I would not get suspicious. You know why? Because i'm queer, i believe girls and boys can be friends without sexual tension and i'm setting a straight scenario in your mind so straight people would try to understand what i'm trying to say here.

You know what happens then? She gets kidnapped by this evil god as the only survivor and spends thirty years getting tormented there. Meanwhile, the cryptid guy mentioned before and his family arrive at the shores of middle earth. What is the first thing (well not exactly the first thing, but close) the cryptid guy does when he arrives there? He randomly leaves without telling a single fucking soul he's leaving and where he is going without a single other person following him with only a harp and maybe a sword. Where is he going? He's going to rescue the fair ginger maiden princess/queen out of the grasp of the evil god, which is a nearly impossable, incredibly difficult and dangerous task to do.

WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT.

One method of queer subtext is genderswap. Make one of them a girl, do they still seem like they're only friends in the story or is it now obvious the story is trying to tell you something?

And this is not the only occasion where you can read Maedhros and Fingon as queer subtext. Fingon not only rescued him one time, but two times (Glaurung). In some canons (one?) he slayed at Alqualonde just because of Maedhros and dragged his whole family along with him. Then, again, the resemblance with Achilles and Patroclus and with Luthien and Beren. The fact that everything went downhill for Maedhros after Fingon died, like all his hope (SPOILER ALARM! FINGON WAS HIS HOPE!) was drenched out of him like water out of a sponge (*cough* Achilles *cough*). Again, this can all be read as platonic love, but since when has anyone ever seen Rapunzel and the guy who rescued her i forgot his name as platonic besties? (Okay that was a bad example but you know what mean)

Anyway wasn't trying to attack anyone here i was just trying to explain why so many people ship russingon (It can be read as queer subtext. Thats why) and seriously its like 1 am in my country what am i doing

Also sorry for bad grammar if there is any. im german. fuck me (Blitzo quote. I dont want you to fuck me)

#silmarillion #tolkien #silm #the silmarillion #maedhros #fingon #russingon #my ramblings

[deepwithintheabyss]

re weight gain and bats: Dick's weight loss and strict eating habits as a sign of Bruce's control over his mind and his mind, of Bruce's gaze on his body. Dick's weight gain with Slade as a sign of his liberation from Bruce's control and gaze and of his improving body image

Now on ao3 too

Dick had grown up with rigidous meal plans and a minimum amount of what he should eat. It just came with being someone who was very physical active. This hadn't changed when his parents died and he came under the care of Bruce Wayne, if anything his food intake was only micro-managed more. The man drew up many plans as to how much he should eat if he was to go out as Robin.

Once when he had moved out, it had seemed like an act of rebellion to go against those plans, to disregard them and eat whatever he wanted and how much he wanted. He didn't try and force himself to to eat anymore even when all he wanted was to throw up or just go to sleep. He just, existed, as if he was solely unaffected by it all.

But he wasn't, soon he began to loose weight, fast. He had dizzy spells and moments of uneasy that left him breathless. Some days he didn't even have enough energy to try and get out of bed to eat something, even if his stomach seemed to rebel at the idea of filling it.

He was in a very bad place, only the almost concerned comments of Deathstroke managed to break through him. He must have been a truly pathetic sight to see if the other man decided he had to go easy on him.

So he tried to get his live back under control, tried to connect to the new Robin (as reculant as he still was about it) tried to get his weight back. And just when he was able to wrangle himself into at least eating a small portion daily.

Jason died.

It was as if he never had made any progress, he was sent back to square one but this time he was haunted by nightmares and hallucinations as well.

Even if he had wanted to he wouldn't have been able to heave himself out of it on his own.

The lonelieness ate at him more than the hunger ever did.

Bruce accusing him didn't help, and as sweet Timmy was, he was just a child. It shouldn't have been his responsibility at all to take care of a grown man, let alone two.

So Dick didn't tell him, oh he was aware that he might have some idea, that Bruce and Alfred at knew how bad he was off. But he wouldn't make this Tim's responsibility.

Even without Tim actively helping Dick noticed he started to get better, he was nowwhere near fine, but his own desire to ensure Tim was well taken care of and fed meant that each time he was visited by the little rascal (which was many times) he found himself eating at least something.

Over the years Dick got better at regulating what he ate, he drew up plans not unlike what Bruce had done for him and set himself reminders. He bought cheap shakes and other food that would have Alfred frown at him in distace even if it did it's job.

But he knew he would never be fine again. It had damaged something in him and he often still struggled with keeping to his plans each time he came to blows with Bruce, or had a bad day at patrol.

Surprisingly enough it was Slade Wilson, Deathstroke, who helped him heal and finally gain more than the bare minimum of weight.

The man would bring food with him each time before, or after they fucked, excusing it as just paying him back for all the calories he was about to burn. Bit Dick knew better, he knew the other man cared, had known for years, from the first time Slade had realized Dick was about to pass out from lack of food and had helped him get home all those years ago.

Overtime as their visits to each other would grow more frequent, Dick started to gain actually weight. He couldn't help but admire himself in the mirror each time it caught his attention.

Gone was the taut skin over his rips, that had the bones peeking through. It was padded with a healthy layer of fat now that had a little give to it.

As he grew more, domenistic, with Slade so to say, he even found that he was forming a little belly! His regular eating, enforced by the other man, and lack of physical activity, save for the few times he went out allowed his body to finally store some of the food he ate instead of burning through it instantly.

He hadn't been able to poke and grab at it in fascination, lost in his head as he realized how much he had grown over the years and away from Bruce's control.

Only two hot, possesive hands, laying down besides him had torn him out of his musing. Dick was well aware of what his healthy body did to the other man, as was evident by the hard cock being pressed into the small of his back as Slade crowded him closer so he could roam all over his body.

Dick let out a happy humm as he leaned his full weight onto the other man, trusting Slade to hold him up as he closed his eyes in content.

#the abyss speaks #my writing #sladick #my asks #jellyfitzjelly

[lil-tokyo-42]

BENIMARU HEADCANNONS TO READ WHILE I MAKE THE FIC!!!!

WARNINGS: Mostly fluff, mentions of sex, reader has chubby thighs, N-word bombs (IM BLACK)

-I feel like Waka would absolutely be in LOVE with your plush thighs.

-Like anytime ya'll are cuddling he would just randomly go under the sheets and start squeezing your thigh.

-HE WOULD DO THE SAME THING WHEN KONRO IS SCOLDING THE BOTH OF YOU FOR BEING TO LOUD LAST NIGHT you know what i mean 😏 Beni would slither his hand under the table and draw lil circles on ur thigh.

-Any time ya'll start to do 😏 he'll automatically go for your thighs leaving a kiss trail from you lips to your neck, tummy, then those plushies doctors call thighs. AND THAT NIGGA TOOK HIS TIME KISSING THE SOUL OUTTA THEM

-Ya'll remember that episode when he showed up in that meeting with all the other captains? He took you with him bc he knew damn well he would leave as soon as things became boring to him. Sooo this nigga randomly kissed your thigh and Obi who was the 8th company captain SAW IT. You looked over to see Obi WOWED at the sudden outburst of benimaru to kiss your thigh like that

-Before ya'll started dating you guys mostly trained all day so one time you jumped up on him when he was beating ya ass and you were abt to call it but put him in a headlock, AND YOU HAD NO IDEA HOW MUCH HE WANTED FOR YOU TO STAY THERE!! He never admits that it didn't hurt.

-He wasn't affected by it because they were too soft to actually make someone unconscious.

-One time you wanted to wear a sundress that was hip length and believe me when beni said he would treat you later Ooooo girl you did the right thing wearing that dressss...Then some creep just came up to you while benimaru was getting some daifuku for hina and hika and started to lift up the dress. You slapped him and then kicked him between the legs (WOOOHOOO GO Y/N GO Y/N!!) He was about to grab you but you had that look on yo face, that; Post sumthing Look

-Then benimaru comes outta nowwhere and SOCKS THE MESS OUT OF THE CREEP! (YESSIRRR) He carried him to HIS HOUSE AND TOLD HIS WIFE!!!! (best bf ever) and he kept his promise about treating you later. 😏 😏

--------------------THX FOR READING LITTLE ONE!--------------------

#benimaru smut #fire force benimaru #benimaru x reader #benimaru fluff #fire force #enn enn no shouboutai #im tired

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

CA: hey wwhat's up, i'm 5'8", havve a cool cape, and i'm a purple blood

CG: NICE. I HATE WEED.

CA: wwelp, this is gonna go nowwhere isn't it

CA: wwhy'd you swwipe if i havve a pic holding a shit ton of wweed

CG: THAT'S INSANE. DO YOU LIKE MUSIC?

CA: yeah

CG: I HATE MUSIC.

CA: ...

#submission #the only reason karkat goes on dating apps is to swipe on people he thinks are ugly and make fun of them #hes such an asshole (affectionate) #// #homestuck #incorrect homestuck quotes #eridan ampora #karkat vantas #mod terezi #some people are impossible to please #even with weed and music

[pyropsychiccollector]

Imagine being so sensitive that you have to attack others when you feel your ship is "under attack" (criticized). ... This has been my common experience with Big Four shippers, and it looks like my pause from the FT fandom has not changed this trend. I really shouldn't be surprised~... But let's get into it.

Here's my original post: https://at.tumblr.com/pyropsychiccollector/fairy-tail-ask-now-what-is-by-far-the-worst-part/p8o5djvreeoe

A simple post on my preferences towards FT ships in general, right? I mean, it was *asked* of me. I'm gonna give my opinion. I honestly just hate how Jerza is portrayed in canon. That's the crux of my argument; I'm not attacking Jerza shippers or even necessarily the ship itself. If you want to ship Jerza, that's your prerogative. Ship them how you want, too. But here's the thing: I don't like how canon presents Jerza. If you observe Erza throughout the series, there's a distinct difference between Erza interacting with, say, Fairy Tail or other Guilds, and Erza interacting with Jellal. It just... doesn't go anywhere. And moreover, we're supposed to just sweep what Jellal does under the rug. That he took over the Tower of Heaven, forced Erza's friends into slavery, chased Erza away and ordered her never to come back, and then later... killed Simon, one of Erza's closest friends. I've never bought into that "possession" bs, and we have people like Ultear taking the fall for Jellal because he's too "guilty" to man up and take accountability. Consequentially, whenever Erza and Jellal talk, the mood's always dismal and uncertain, and Erza is COMPLETELY different from when she's talking to Makarov, or Natsu, or Lucy, or Gray... It's NOT vulnerability being shown, Jerza is literally running on a hamster wheel and going NOWWHERE... And we're just supposed to be fine with that? Accept that Erza has "forgiven" Jellal and that it's okay to force others to forgive him, too...? It's JUST my preference, posted here on this blog, but I don't like Jerza. It makes me "anti-Jerza" insofar that I really, really disapprove of the direction canon took with it. .... And I'm not gonna apologize for that.

... But wait~! Here comes our latest challenger, idklanguages. Of course, of course, of course. How silly of me. Erza's not "scared" of Jellal, "that's how she acts when she's in love." It's also a bit sad this guy has to tack on the end that she "doesn't" love Natsu, like he's reassuring himself.

... But we're not done. No, sir.

*pinches nose* It's not about the fact she "has to be a badass all the time." Of course everyone has moments of vulnerability. ... But when she's with Jellal, that's NOT being vulnerable. She's literally feeling sorry for him, wishes things were different, wishes Jellal could be that boy in the tower who saved her way back when. This mood never changes, and Jellal perpetually brings Erza down to this one-dimensional girl that ultimately forces others to accept Jellal...even if he kills your brother. Because holding a grudge over that wouldn't make sense at all~ -_____-

And right here's when idklanguages begins to unravel into ad hominems and being contrary for the sake of being contrary. Where the hell is your argument, idklanguages? "You can love someone and NOT be in a relationship"... I've addressed why I loathe the direction that canon's gone, why that "love" is honestly toxic. But you keep going on and on and on without making ANY points. At this point you're in it just to be contrary.

...

You miss the point ENTIRELY with this nonsense. Erza, frankly, IS obsessive over Jellal with how Mashima's portrayed the dynamic. She URGES people to just accept the past and move on, and while that's all well and good, the issue is how flippant Erza is portrayed over Simon's death. She cares more about supporting her "crush", who's hurt her, traumatized her, and killed one of her best friends... as opposed to understanding how Simon's sister must feel. Here's the thing: Erza's "acceptance" of Jellal and his past sins might have been admirable if she didn't force others into doing the same, and if Jellal did something to warrant such a relationship with Erza. ... But he doesn't. His existence, as canon portrays him, is to make people pity him and forever whine about whether or not he'll make up for his past transgressions. He SHOULD feel guilty for everything, but he could also stand to accept and feel more confident about the good that he's supposedly doing, wiping out minor Dark Guilds. A life of selflessness and charity on his part isn't a bad thing; it's what he wants, frankly. But Mashima keeps pushing the Jerza agenda even though there's been no progress. No development. If that somehow appeals to you, fine. But I'll die on this hill that canon Jerza is toxic, and I'm not gonna apologize for my opinion.

.... So yeah. We reach the end of this rant, with idklanguages making a bunch of hot air and a whole lot of, "No, I'M right, YOU'RE wrong, nyah!!!!!" It's fine for you to not like Natza, idklanguages, but just accept that I'm gonna do the same for Jerza... and properly outline arguments for WHY I think it's a toxic ship. Jerza shippers are more than welcome to keep shipping what they do - and who knows? Maybe your ideas and stories find a way to properly redeem Jellal, to give Erza a reason to look past everything he's done to her; or maybe you completely do away with all the pain he's caused her. Whatever floats your boat, more power to you. ... But just like how you lot treat Natza as "non-existent", have your own opinions, I'm gonna criticize Jerza. ... Because it DOES have problems in the source material. In this case, you ARE the aggressor, idklanguages. And all you're doing is spewing hot air. (❋•‿•❋) But go on. Come at me. This is not my first FT rodeo with Big Four fans.

#Fairy Tail #Natza #Anti-Jerza

[equallyshaw]

𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽. - 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓷 𝓱𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓼.

Inspire by miss o. rodrigos: all I want.

pt 2 to brutal:

Sour Masterlist:

you don't have to read that part, BUT it might clear some things up. but i also might do a 3rd part since, the ending is a cliffhanger not gonna lie lol

Warnings: swearing. actions aluding to sex.

Word Count:

I found a guy, told me I was a star

He held the door, held my hand in the dark

And he's perfect on paper but he's lying to my face

Does he think that I'm the kinda girl who needs to be saved?

After 2 months of going back and fourth with Quinn, and trying to figure out his feelings, I got nowwhere. I even brought in Ellen to help with the situation, but again- nothing. He was like me in a lot of ways, quiet, broody, impeccably stubborn and again- broody. Ellen couldn't get it out of him, hell I even bribed Luke with $100 in chipotle money to help me out, but nothing worked. I got sick and tired of waiting around, even after we 'fixed' our friendship. So I completly moved on with my life, moving from Plymoth to Chicago and started a new job within the summer. It was now october, and between last July to to now, I had found somebody who actually was all in.

I was on my way home from a late night at work, having been sucked into after work drinks, I called for the door of my apartment to be held open, instead of trying to grab my key. The stranger obliged, and he introduced himself to me on the elevator up. I then saw him again, a few days later grabbing a coffee from the lobby. I smiled at him, grabbing my own and he asked me to take the coffee to the rooftop, and I accepted.

And god, he is perfect. He was doing everything right. He was kind, a gentleman, sweet, funny, not afraid to show his emotions, and overall pefect. He wasn't afraid to show who he was, he was honest. Such a drastice differance from Quinn and the guy I had previously dated. Trevor was everything I was looking for in a guy and somehow got extremely lucky. And for once, I have somebody 'normal' in my life. Who has a set fucking schedule, and can make plans for two weeks out.

Now it was October, and I kinda have a funny feeling about him.

"I think he's talking behind my back." I confessed to a friend who I met through work. She froze, looked over and gave me her full and undivited attention. "I think he might be atleast just acting shady. Like, when he first met me I was a different person. Trying to get over Quinn once and for all, and having those three months were blissful. And like, when he met me I was almost over him. And now, I don't see Trevor as like a filler if you wanna call it that. I see him differently now, but I think he thinks im still fragile? Like im depressed and like ill always be depressed, but not that depressed. Y'know? He's perfect, but im not a damsel in distress. I don't need to be saved, by a guy no less. Quinn knew that, he didn't push me. Especially in our last conversation." I confessed and she nodded, comforting me. "I just want a good guy, somebody to love me unconditionally. somebody to always be there for me, and like I should be enough for myself. but somedays I don't think I am." I added and she wrapped her arms around me. Quinn reminded me in our last conversation, that I needed to be there for myself above all else.

[March 31st.]

"Are-are you leaving?" Quinn questioned walking into my air bnb. I had been staying in Vancouver since the end of Olympics pretty much. I had only spent five days in Detroit before heading up here. I was happy to be leaving, especially to leave the ever confusing Quinn Hughes. "Hmm mmm." I responded, shutting my suitcase. "Were you gonna tell me or just leave?" He questioned coming over to the bed, grabbing my hands to stop me from moving. This is the first time in years, he had held my hands like this. I froze, looking down at them and then back up to him. He let them go, and I sighed walking back out into the living room. He followed suit, and we sat on the couch across from one another. "I need to leave. I can't keep doing this. I need to move on with my life, Im leaving for Chicago." I confessed and he moved forward, trying to study me. "Can't keep doing what?" He asked, confused. I shook my head, "Quinn, if you hadn't noticed I've changed my flight three times since getting here. I have stayed, because I wanted to be around you. I wanted to be with you. Yet, you are still the ever confusing Quinn Hughes I fell for all those years ago. So with that, I just have to leave." I exclaimed. He looked at the floor, and I could see the gears turning a mile a minute. Trying to process what I had said and everything that had gone on this past month. I sniffled back some tears, and he whipped his head up to face me. He looked at me with a thoughtful look. "God, I really need to go." I said standing up. "Wait." He said softly grabbing my hand, and I turned back towards him. "I have to go Quinn, I need to be on my own for awhile. I need to find myself, and love myself away from skating." I said looking at the ground, before looking at him. He fought back tears, his jaw tighenting as he pushed some hair back behind my ear. His hazel eyes (i cant find his eye color lol) twinkling as I look at him, "Im sorry that Ive been distant this past month. I get it, and yes- I did see the way you acted, and I am sorry that I didn't show or tell you how I felt. But. I do think that you should figure out who you are away from the sport. I want you to learn to forgive yourself from regret and mistakes you think you made. I want you to learn to love yourself, more than ever, you need to. You need to be there for yourself, ok?" he questioned bring his hands to my face and I nodded, barely holding on to the tears that were going to pool out any second. He nodded, before pulling me in for a hug. I needed to leave.

[October]

I sat on the edge of my bed, debating if I wanted to even go to dinner with my friends. It was a much needed, fancy ass treat for us corporate gals. I sighed, pushing my brunette hair behind my shoulders and walking out to grab my bag. I walked out of my apartment, not before straighening my black dress that curved in the perfect spots, with black stilletos. My makeup and hair were done the way I loved it, so much different than competition makeup. I walked out, stopping by my boyfriends apartment on the ride down, to say goodnight. I knocked, waiting patiently for him to open the door. He opened it, smiling and pulling me inside. "Woah, you look gorgeous." he said taking my whole outfit in. I nodded, blushing. "Thankyou, Trev." I mused, giving him a quick peck. "Ill see you tomorrow morning, for brunch ok?" I said and he nodded, waving me off. "Be safe, let me know when you get home." He yelled as I walked out, while confirming I would.

I pulled up the the valet on the chicago river, thanking the valet as I walked past. I headed into the greek restaurant, my favorite, and made my way to the bar. The hostess nodding as I walked past, and then hearing, "How does she get to walk in? She's literally a nobody." I froze, walking back to the hostess and slipped her a twenty, for her troubles. I shook my head, and continued towards the bar and saw the familiar bartender and she nodded, already starting my drink. Let's just I come here a lot, and they know me pretty well now. Besides, I did tip very well when I did.

"Y/N!!!!" I heard behind me, and I smiled turning around to my friends. We all hugged, before they motioned towards our usual table and I nodded grabbing my martini and following them. We sat down, not bothering with the menus and started talking about our week. The four of us work for different companies and brands, so we understand one another for the most part but since we work in different fields, we always enjoy catching up with one another. It was nice for once, being able to be still and not have to worry about what I nedded to do next and what not.

"Okay, who the hell is staring at you?" Bella said pointing past me, as I sipped on my drink. I turned around in my seat, being so non chalant and quite frankly not caring. I noticed a tall blonde and cringed, that was elias. I internally yelled fuck, and moved on to who was staring at me. motherfucker Quinn. I swallowed, sighed and turned back around. "Do you know him?" Bella questioned and I nodded. "He's my ex from michigan who also happens to play in the nhl." I said swinging back the rest of my martini and taking in the bitterness. "Im getting something else, you need anything?" I questioned the girls and they shook the head no. I nodded, standing up and walking over towards the bar again. I smiled, asking for straight gin on ice. I sighed looking at the bar, and cursing the universe. I really didn't want to see him tonight. I began to walk back towards the bar, keeping my head looking straight on. Not wanting to see him or anybody in that group. Especially the dude, that made fuss about me walking in straight to the bar.

All I want is love that lasts

Is all I want too much to ask?

All I want is a good guy

Are my expectations far too high?

All I have is myself at the end of the day

But shouldn't that be enough for me?

I sat back down, digging into the veggie and hummus plate. "Ordererd you usual." Rosa confirmed, and I nodded thankfully. "So what's going in with you and Trev? The text you sent in the group chat, seemed off. Like unlike him." Alicia questioned, and I sighed. I sat back in my chair a bit, and shrugged. "I was explaining to my coworker Nina about it yesterday. Like, when he first met me- I was SO close to getting over Quinn for once and for all and so he saw me when I wasn't at my highest like I am now and he doesn't realize I am not as fragile as I was before. Well, not fragile but you know what I mean." I rambled, sipping some more of my drink. "But he seems so sweet! But like also, you aren't a damsel in distress. He shouldn't be at your beck and call like that, well he should be because your you but you know what I mean." Rosa respondeded and I nodded. "Like he's perfect on paper, but I don't need to be saved. I've already saved myself."

And there's one more boy, he's from my past

We fell in love but it didn't last

'Cause the second I figure it out he pushes me away

And I won't fight for love if you won't meet me halfway

A little while later, we were back on me and my love life. "But seriously, I just want somebody that fits me and who I am. I don't want to be one foot in and one foot out. I want to be sure. And no I was never like that with my last boyfriend after Quinn. I didn't even wanna move in with him after three years. Am I aiming for something too high. Am I asking too much out of somebody or expecting too much?" I confessed, running a hand through my hair and sipping my drink. "NO!" Alicia said first, "No, you are not expecting too much. Don't you dare feel like you have to settle for somebody. Settle for somebody that isn't Quinn." She said, peeking at the other girl's reactions. She was right. I shook my head, sighing. "I can't have him, he's probably not available anymore. When I went for the weekend to my parents, they said that they had seen an extra girl hanging around the family when they went to the lake. They looked cute apparently, and like I can't hold out hope for him. Not anymore." I winced. Rosa shook her head, "But didn't he wait for you? Like didn't he not move on?" She questioned and I nodded. "But we aren't getting any younger, so he's probably moved on. Which is a good thing. We didn't stay together for a reason, who knows if we were just too young to keep it going or that he wasn't into me as I was. I can't fight for somebody who doesn't want it all. That one month with him, doesn't change anything. I won't fight for somebody who doesn't meet me in the middle. Who doesn't put in the energy or time or fucking words." I said, quite frankly done with the conversation. "Well, here's to us and our single lives forever!" Bella beamed clinking our glasses together. Shouldn't that be enough? Why do I have a heavy feeling in my stomach?

All of us headed out towards the valet, with mine coming up first. "Ill text you guys tomorrow for next week." I mused, handing money to the valet. I thanked them, and hopped in my car. I waited a second to pull out, because people were walking in front of me. I sighed, staring straight at them, hoping they would hurry up. I watched them as they finally moved past my car, and I drove off. My music started as I pulled off, heading back into the city. I decided I wanted to drive on lakeshore, so I made my way around the city so I could go past Navy Pier, heading back into the gold coast area.

God, seeing Quinn tonight has messed with my head. I couldn't stop thinking about him throughout dinner, honestly getting lost in my thoughts.Thoroughly, just sitting back at dinner and not saying much. The girls knew that seeing him, rattled me, I had explained to them a few months back when we all met at a Pilates class, about somebody from Michigan- never explicity saying his name, and how much he affected me. Constantly thinking over and over, what I did wrong, what he did wrong, and everyhting afterwards. We were just simply, young and dumb. But, the ever brooding man just couldn't escape my mind.

My phone dinged, signaling that somebody had texted me.

[Q: sorry didnt mean to stare at you. didn't know u were there till brock pointed you out. apparently he didn't recgonize you when you first walked in.]

[y/n: yep. called me a nobody which is fine, but the fucking entitlement to speak to a hostess like that was uncalled for.]

[Q: oh i know, as soon as i heard about that i def game him an earful. ]

[y/n: oh good. because, ellen would not enjoy hearing that you didn't do anything or that you contributed to it.]

[Q: oh god, dont remind me. but anywho, did you possibly want to meet up rn? i still have sometime before curfew...]

I sighed, bitting my lip. My finers strumming against the steering wheel as I drove past the lake, not taking in the view at all. Fuck, I wanted to see him.

[y/n: yeah, how about the soho house? we can speak in private.]

[Q: ill meet you there.]

I turned off the drive and made my way into the city, towards the west loop near the united center. As soon as I arrived, I pulled into the valet and headed inside grabbing a corner seat.

I sat down, rubbing my hands on my thighs, trying to brush away some guilt and anxiety. Stop, nothing more than friends seeing one another. Just for an hour, and then ill be in my bed. I got up, walking over towards the bar/coffee bar and ordering a decaf expresso. I'd need it.

Quinn walked in, looking around and looked adorable, looking at the somewhat bare cafe. I smiled, throwing him a hand as I walked back to my seat. Expresso in hand. "Hi." I said sitting down across from him. He smiled softly, as a waiter came over. "Ill have a decaf too." he said and the waiter went away.

Quinn stared at my hands, waiting for one of us to say something. I chuckled softly, rubbing my eyes. "How have you been Quinn? How is the season going so far?" I questioned sipping my drink. "It's good. I think this year will be good. And i've been doing great. Things have been looking up, you?" He questioned setting his drink down on the saucer. I nodded, "Its been great too. I love it here, I love my job, my group of girls. It's been amazing thus far. Ive even visted it my parents more than once." I mused and he smiled. "So you paid a visit to cruella huh?" He joked and I gigged. "Yes! I made sure to keep any and all dogs out of sight." I grinned, placing my cup to my lips before sipping. "Can I ask you a question, Q?" I questioned, gaging his response. He nodded unsurely, "Did you feel like coming after me? After I left? Did you have any doubt about how we left things?" I asked, unsure of the answer.

And I miss the days

When I was young and naive

He looked down at the table, before speaking. "I did. But, I knew you deserved better so I let you go. I knew that you needed to be here, and have a life away from skating, away from team usa, away from me. For once in your life." He stated. I shook my head, god I hate this boy sometimes. "What?" He questioned, softly grabbing my hand. I looked back up towards him, "How could you have been so blind? How didn't you see that you were everything I wanted back in 2018 and now? Why didn't you come after me or fight for me? Why didn't you protect me? Don't sit here and say for one minute that I need a life away from you and everyhting. When I already have! I've been living my life away from you, while I have been begging the universe to have you back in my life. I wanted you then, and I want you more than ever now. So don't say you weren't good for me, you were." I rasped, pulling my hand away. He could see the tears forming in my eyes and drew a shaky breath. "But we were young-" I cut him off, "Yes. We were young and naive. God, I miss those days when everyhting was new and sudden and innocent. Because, atleast I had you." I rasped, sitting up and grabbing my bag. By now the whole room had cleared, plus the bartender. Quinn grabbed my arm softly, to stop me. I looked down at it, before looking up at him.

He was now standing in front of me, and all I wanted to do was grab ahold of him in fear, he would disappear.

"I miss those days too, more than you know." he softly spoke, before doing what I had wanted him to do for so long. He kissed me with urgency, bringing us closer together. I wrapper my arms around his neck and smiled into it. I wanted him, and only him.

We broke apart, gathering our breaths. "I don't want you to leave." I murmured. He hummed in agreemant, before taking my hand and walking us out into the hotel lobby. "Wait - what are you doing?" I asked Quinn as he walked us up to the front desk. "Good evening, can we get a room for two for tonight?" Quinn asked, and the front desk lady could tell I was confused. She smiled softly, reaching for a room key and Quinn settled the rest.

We took the elevator up, not being able to be more than six feet apart. He kissed my neck, causing me to giggle. "Woah there huggy, how much did you have to drink?" I grinned, pulling him off the elevator and to our room.

We walked into our room, immediately pulling off our shoes and his jacket. I paused for a second, pulling at my zipper, which started coming undone instantly. I then felt his warm hands, move my hand so he could pull it the rest of the way down. Hands softly pulled my dress off, and I stepped out of it. I turned around and grinned, unbuttoning his dress shirt as he worked on his pants. We were two teenagers in love. Running from the wolves. High on adrenaline, alcohol and the act of sneaking around.

He pulled me in, walking us back towards the bed and I giggled as he pushed us onto it. I turned over onto my side, so I could straddle him. I placed my hands on his chest, and held them there for a second to take in this moment. This moment, we had been waiting for for years. It was actually happening again.

"You ok?" He asked tracing a soft hand on my thigh, making me feel even more comfortable. I nodded smiling, before reconnecting our lips.

It was the following morning, as I laid in the hotel room alone, where I couldn't help but feel on cloud 9. Quinn had left an hour after we slept together, and he told me to keep the room for the night. He told me that he wanted to see me again before he left this afternoon, but I wasn't sure with my brunch plans, if that would work. If not, I told him i'd be in Michigan when the Canucks came to play Detroit, becauseI know Ellen would hate for me to miss it. He smiled, giving me many kisses before he went off into the night.

I wanted all of it. I wanted him, share his life's biggest moments, his life up in Vancouver. I wanted everything with him, and from what he said last night after everything, made it seem like he wanted me there too. He wanted me, again- as if he never wanted me. He promised, me this time he would communicate more, he would show me that he wanted me and he would defend me when the situation presented itself. He wouldn't leave me high and dry.

But I know every chapter must end, for a new one to begin. Yet, this life is so unpredicatable. This story that I have created, is not perfect, and it never will be. But I know, that the best is yet to come. I can close my eyes, and see the life I want and the best part of my story is about to begin. The thrill that is new, exciting and going to take my breath away. You never know.

KIND of alluding to Oliva Rodrigos latest song from her disney show: You Never Know. buttttttt. I hope you guys enjoyed, please reblog and like. :)

Some tags: @cuttergauth @hugheshugs @jayda12

#Quinn hughes #Quinn Hughes x au #Quinn Hughes fic #Quinn hughes blurb #Quinn Hughes imagine #nhl #hockey #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #nhl blurb #hockey blurb #sour hockey imagines

[danrifics]

do you think they'll ever, EVER go on a joint tour again? during tatinof and ii i was litterally. 11 and 14 respectively and not that theyd come to bumfuck nowwhere where i am but also im an adult now and i can travel if i want and im still so bummed i missed out on them on account of being a Child

i doubt it tbh but i also wish they would cos like i wasn’t allowed to go to either when they were doing them and i’m so sad about it. that’s why for wad i got a m&g ticket cos i was like i’m an adult with money now i’m not missing out this time!! but i’d love to see phil too 😭

[nex-kyit]

Finished my TG reread, heres my thoughts:

I haven't read TG since around when Ghostwater was coming out, or maybe after that. Going into this reread, I really only remembered two things: Alin incarnates and Kai dies. I couldn't remember how Kai died, so literally EVERY single time Kai was in a serious fight, I was preparing myself for his death. When it finally happened I still teared up :( he (and Otoku!) deserved better. Atleast a less painful death.

I can't remember why, but I remember finding Leah extremely boring in my first read and skimming through her povs. Now shes one of my favorite characters shes actually hilarious and relatable. Might draw her one day I think shes one of the few characters that would be fun to draw in ink.

I'm so happy Leah and Simon didn't become a couple by the end. Not that I feel there would be a power dynamic between them (doubt Simon will ever truly respect her as Queen), but I feel like the whole Leah lying to Simon about who she is was never really settled properly.

Avernus is my favorite territory. I too wanna throw birds at people.

I'm not a fan of how CoL ended. The battle with King Zakareth felt rushed and boring, and I hate how Alin sacrificing himself didn't have an impact on Simon or Leah. I get that this is Will Wights first series, but the CG and HoB ended pretty well. Ah well I guess he has come along way.

On more things I didn't like, Rhalia's and Cynara's reunion was pretty underwhelming. Tbh my least favorite trope (is this a trope?) is when a reunion/confession occurs in the middle of a battle. It just feels distracting, and I've never felt moved by these scenes when they happen.

I'm also not a big fan of Cynara switching sides out of nowwhere. Honestly I feel like she would've made a better villan than Zakareth.

Also I've never seen anyone mentioning them before, but Grandmaster Lirial? is nonbinary? Like its not explicitly confirmed and I doubt it will be, but !! Not the best written, but pretty great for them to appear considering TG was written in 2013. Hope they managed to escape Alin and are in hiding.

#Traveler's Gate #Traveler's Gate Trilogy #Traveler's Gate Series #Will Wight

[pompla-moosse]

OKAY I MIGHT BE TOO MUCH but im really excited lmao😭 may i request a part 3 going with the previous plot of course, except maybe reader getting sad seeing vanilla and cream reunited, (we dont care about chris), then suddenly decides to leave only realising they still have nowwhere to go?

and thank you, your work made me pretty happy lately^^

espio the chameleon x gn!human!reader

let’s be friends pt.3

tysm for the request!! i’m so glad my work has made you happy and excited, that makes me vry happy! — scenario: you and the chaotix had finally found vanilla cream, you felt really glad to see them reunited, but deep down.. you felt very upset.

⌗ you,espio, and vector were now outside a large mansion that belongs to a star. the three of y’all hid behind some bushes and stared through the window, the little bunny and a few others were behind the window.

⌗ espio looks over at you and vector, “i gotta hand it to you two, it didn’t take long for you to find that hedgehogs hideaway.” — “they had some help, it was listed on this map of stars homes!” — “yeah, linsey thorndyke. i used to watch her movies before.. eh never mind.” the purple chameleon and you look at each other, you can tell he’s both curious and worried about what had happened.

⌗ but he ends up brushing it off, he has to, he is on a mission after all.. “i’ve got an idea.” espio then goes invisible, the sight still makes your jaw drop. but after a few seconds, espio crashes into a tree and onto the ground.

⌗ “hey are you okay?” — “i.. think so. but she sure can swing a mean mallet.” you run to his side and kneel down, “i got you, okay?“ he responds with a groan. “poor espio.” — “cmon charmy, let’s give them a fight they’re never gonna forget!” — “alright!”

⌗ the two of them jump through the window, leaving you and espio behind. you watch as the crocodile and bee argue with a small yellow fox. the argument soon turned into a full on fight, that was soon stopped by the little rabbits mother.

⌗ you saw how they embraced each other, how glad they are to be reunited once more.. it reminded you of you and your father. you missed him so much.. without much thought, you got up and walked away, leaving espio completely alone.

⌗ you didn’t know where you were going, but you couldn’t just stay there and watch that any longer.

⌗ you find yourself back at the dock, sitting and watching the sunset. you hadn’t even realize espio was right next to you, “(Y/N)-“ — “AH!?” almost out of reflex, you punch him in the face, once you realized who it was you quickly began to apologize. “it’s okay.. anyways, why did you run away?”

⌗ “i.. i just couldn’t be there anymore..” — “did something happen while i was down?” — “yeah, the little girl and her mother reunited, im happy for them.. but, it just reminded me of my father.”

⌗ you look back at the ocean while fighting the urge to cry. you really missed him.

⌗ he didn’t understand at first, but when he realized, espio felt guilty for asking you. “oh..” — “yeah, he passed the day we met. that’s why i don’t have no where to stay, i ran away.” — “im sorry for your loss, (Y/N). but, if you would like, you can stay with us.”

⌗ you look at espio, tears now pouring out.. “r-really?” — “of course.”

⌗ you hug espio tightly, you awkwardly pats you on the back while you cry on his shoulder. “thank you.. thank you.”

#headcanons #sonic headcanons #sonic the hedgehog #sonic x reader #x reader #platonic #angst #espio the chameleon #espio x reader #the chaotix #chaotix detective agency #sonic x #pomplamoose