#this sucks i’m sorry

[hischierdevils]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write a fluffy quinn imagine! maybe something like sunshine x grumpy (reader is sunshine and quinn is grumpy) and it shows how opposite they are

-💗

Your relationship didn’t make sense to anyone looking in from the outside. You loved to talk and share your feelings to anyone that would listen, smile at strangers just to make sure they saw a friendly face, and you were always trying to make everyone around you happy. Quinn on the other hand, he nearly always looked like he was going through an existential crisis. He could go hours without speaking, lost in his own thoughts.

It shocked all of his friends and teammates when the two of you announced that you were dating, especially Jack. They couldn’t figure out how the dynamic worked or how long it would last.

On Valentine’s Day, you got a phone call from Jack as you sat in front of your mirror doing your makeup. “Hello?” You answer, putting him on speaker.

“Hey, y/n. What are you doing?”

“Just getting ready. Are you looking for Quinn?” You had Jacks number obviously but you two rarely talked unless it was a group chat.

“I was just calling to make sure he’s taking you out.” Jack tells you through the phone. “I wanted to make sure he’s treating you right.”

Your heart swells at the thought of Jack being protective of your feelings. You open your mouth to tell him so but Quinn chooses that moment to step out of the bathroom. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks his brother. He walks closer so he’s standing over you. His hair is wet from his shower and it drips down onto your shoulder.

“It means I know you hate Valentine’s Day and I wanted to make sure I didn’t have to fly to Vancouver and take y/n out my-“ Quinn hangs up your phone before Jack can finish.

“You hate Valentine’s Day?” You question as you turn on your seat to look at your boyfriend.

He’s wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips which he tugs at while avoiding making eye contact with you. “It’s not my favorite day…”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You ask. “We don’t have to go to dinner, Quinn.”

“Yes we do!” He finally looks down at you. “You love Valentine’s Day. You decorated my entire place with pink and red hearts!”

You stand up so you’re face to face, guilt weighing you down as you realize he hated the decorations you put up. “I wouldn’t have put them up if you said-“

He stops you with a kiss. “I love the decorations because they remind me of you.” He kisses your nose. “I love you and I’ll do anything to see you smile.”

“I love you too.” Smiling, you wrap your arms around his neck. “I should call Jack back and tell him how amazing you are.”

Quinn groans and runs a hand through his wet hair. “Please don’t. He’ll think I’m a softie.”

“You are a softie, Quinny!” You giggle.

“Only for you.”

#💗 #this sucks I’m sorry #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes blurb #blurb #my writing

[pascalpvnk]

please tell me more about waking up in vegas 🫶🏻

okay I gave a snippy here

I’m thinking of ways i wanna build the story so it’s still kind of in the concept stage (i was excited to write the morning after part so that’s what we’re working with rn) but i want them to work together so that’s all i have right now 😭

Both (grumpy) hungover & drunk joel have a very soft spot for her so that’ll weave its way into it so we’ll see how it goes 🤭

#this sucks I’m sorry #i either have a whole fic or two paragraphs fr #mailbox #wip game #mooties <3 #jana <3

[rendevok]

“Take my hand” a comic for NaruMitsu Week 2023

day 1 - lies & secrets - 2 - 3 - 4

#nmweek23 #narumitsu #wrightworth #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #probably more accurate to say this is mnm? or nmn or whatever lol #so treat the ship name lightly and dont get mad when miles [redacted redacted redacted redacted] yknow? #i wouldnt spoil it wheres the fun in that ¬‿¬ #fan art #fan comic #aa #rendevok #this is like. vaguely aa5 and on because i couldnt be assed to play those games yet #love their waistcoats tho YUM #also future warning i still suck at writing so if this is ooc! i’m sorry idk what im doing but i sure am doing it bb #i’ll update this post with links to the others as i post them! you’re in for about 30 pages so ♡ ♡ ♡ hope you have an appetite for sweets #(i say as if i didnt just post angst) IT WAS THE PROMPTS. THE PROMPTS MADE ME DO IT

[naturecalls111]

#black leg sanji #red leg zeff #one piece #comic #fanart #sanji vinsmoke #< the tag I use more often so just for easy navigation on my blog. #my dog of 17 years passed the other night and god knows I suck at processing things #I wanted a way to distract myself but I couldn’t Really distract myself so. #when I woke up after drawing this comic I hated how I wrote the end part #my brain was muddled so words weren’t coming to me the way I wanted it to #I was going to change it before posting it here but that feels… disingenuous. so I’m keeping it #my puppy’s name was Sunny. it’s silly of me but it makes me feel even closer to one piece now #anyway sorry for rambling #I miss my big baby

[rebornrosess]

happy hozier day to all those who celebrate

#hozier releasing a new ep on his bday which is also st patricks day…big day for irish ppl! #i am canadian idk if any of that means anything #if not i am sorry </3 #i’m like 1/8th irish at the very most so </3 #i just think it is neat #anyways i’m scheduling this for 12am i will update later with my thoughts on the ep 😁 #update: LOVE THEM!!! love the new sound tiktok can suck it i am very excited to see where he goes 😁 #st patricks day #eat your young #hozier

[shittysawtraps]

when your friend says “i’m becoming the joker,” reply, “well, i’m becoming jigsaw” to one-up them. do not elaborate on what this means

#shitty saw traps #saw franchise #mod amanda #oh you’re gonna do fucked up shit because society has driven you crazy? #well I’M gonna do fucked up shit because I’m tired and done #your violence is rooted in a desire to shock while mine is rooted in a desire for connection #(even if that connection is through trauma) #you may have lost control. but I just gained it. and that’s scarier #anyway im sorry to hear that your shift sucked #(sorry if this post is too edgy)

[plaguedocboi]

“Keep descriptions short and don’t use poetic/flowery language in a novel” “if a scene doesn’t advance the plot cut it” “avoid complicated symbolism and hinting at things, just say what you mean” “too much worldbuilding is distracting” bites you bites you bites you bites you bites y

#‘writing advice’ like this literally sucks I’m sorry

[kenandeliza]

A random thought / headcanon

Superman learns knitting/sewing, deciding to give an “ugly sweater” to his friends, including captain marvel

He doesn’t make them ugly intentionally, he’s just bad at making designs

#dc comics #captain marvel #shazam #dc characters #billy batson #kenandeliza's art #superman #clark kent #a random headcanon that clark can sew/knit but suck at designing them #billy appreciates the warm sweater though #(this isn’t really the normal billy i usually draw #mostly because this isn’t the golden age billy) #wish i could color stuff better though.. #billy would then use the extremely oversized sweater as a blanket #i’m not really used to drawing Billy homeless… #so sorry bout that :p #I think this is the first time I made a comic without Freddy in it #Imagine my shock!

[showupnothrowup]

Jungwon hard thoughts

ass or tits?? nahh he loves your ENTIRE body. literally WORSHIPS your body every chance he gets, he adores you and your body

if he could eat you out every minute of the day he DEFINITELY would. you’re sleepy?? he’s gonna eat you out to help you fall asleep. you’ve had a bad day?? let him help you out and treat you like a princess

since we are on this topic…..he’s a messy eater!! (i’m obsessed with the thought of jungwon eating pussy) he looks so pretty with your slick coating his pink tinted lips, his eyes closed as he laps at your folds.

I personally think the he likes to have sex with the lights dim (totally not referring to the fact that he recorded the “criminal love” bridge in the dark) it’s not too light and it’s not too dark, it’s just right.

please pls ols hold his hand while you guys are doing the deed, especially while you’re in missionary but he will hold hands with you no matter what the position is. you two could be in doggy and he would wrap your arm around your back so you can hold onto his hand as he thrusts into you (did any of that make sense..?)

lowkey a sadist. he teases you for what feels like forever, almost until you start crying (he thinks it’s so hot when you’re so desperate for him) and when he finally does give in, he gives you just a little bit of what you need to get you over the edge (he is a little shit sometimes, not all the time but sometimes)

#sorry if this sucked lol i’m tired #enhypen smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #Jungwon smut #jungwon hard hours #jungwon hard thoughts

[quercus-queer]

“First Kill is bad” to YOU. It was actually made for ME personally though so shut up. Sorry you can’t appreciate a pining lesbian vampire with a gay best friend that’s ride or die, a lesbian monster hunter with a neon aesthetic and a relationship with her ex, milfs, a complete lack of homophobia, monster hunting, shitty cgi, and cliche romantic tropes queer people never get to enjoy, but me? Well I can because I have TASTE

#first kill #first kill netflix #I’m sorry I genuinely don’t understand why ppl are criticizing it the way they are #1.) extremely low budget series 2.) extremely gay and fun 3.) interesting characters and plot #people also said heartstopper was cringy so… maybe you just suck #if it was mlm… would you be giving up on it so fast and shitting on it? #probably not and I’ll stand by that #also when I say it’s made for me I mean this quite literally everything I’ve ever wanted #including the horrendous cgi #it’s okay when it’s a low budget queer romance #when it’s marvel and shit… die

[kaijukebox]

Jmart gets a silly lil smooch this week. 🫶

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Today’s Reference

#my eyes are so tired y’all it’s been a long week I’m sorry if these hugs suck a lil bit extra 😞 #the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #jon sims #martin blackwood #jmart #jonmartin #teaholding #100hugs2023 #hug 43/100

[purpledisastertwin900]

For all of the “Raph raised himself AND his brothers” fans out there I bring this train wreck of a thought (I’m a lil sleepy so sorry if it doesn’t make sense or if I repeat myself a lot-)

We do not in fact have any actual evidence that splinter was neglectful to the boys when they were little. In fact, we have the opposite.

All of these flashbacks indicate that Splinter acc spent a LOT of time with his boys-

With Mikey, he was obviously coached in his art, a smol child can’t paint like that no matter how talented they are so we can see that splinter put in the time/effort to get Mikey the supplies and teach him how to do it well. Which probably means he researched and learned it himself first, idk I just can’t really see Yoshi knowing how to paint/draw that well but that’s just a theory.

With raph and Leo, their lemonade stand is structurally sound: obviously not put together by an 8 year old, and there’s a lotta lemons lyin around that were probably a bit difficult to find, and just LOOK at their faces here they are definitely familiar with this kind of father/son shenaniganizing-also just LOOK at raph. That’s a happy child, one full of excitement and happiness, not a kid who had to grow up too fast. Also his dad is literally right there in the picture

And then with Donnie, I can’t really tell what he’s doing in the background (it’s a bomb) but what i take from that screenshot is that Donnie feels safe/loved enough to come to Splinter when he gets hurt. And Splinters taking care of him!! And, Donnie is wearing clothes, which shows that he went out and got clothes for them but also didn’t force the boys to wear them if they didn’t want to (see other screenshots lol) which also goes to show that he lets his boys choose who they wanna be and what they wanna do. At any point he could’ve forced all of them to train as ninja, at any point he could’ve made clothes mandatory, and at any point he could’ve forced them to drop things that made them happy like skating or science or art but nah. He was supportive every step of the way.

Now am I saying he was perfect? No. Am I saying he couldn’t have done anything better? No. What I’m saying is that Raph acc did not have to raise himself and his brothers. Splinter acc gave them a pretty good childhood, all things considered and it kinda makes me sad when ppl bash Rise Splinter or continue the neglectful parent trope. Again, I’m not saying he did everything right, he def could have spent more time with his kids on an individual basis and he should’ve been more present, but let’s cut him some slack bc he did a really good job at raising the boys. And he got so much better as the show progressed! But that’s another post lol. I’m also not trying to take away Raphs oldest sibling syndrome, he still def has that from being the leader and watching his bros while splinter was away-I’m just saying he didn’t have to do it ALL alone.

Look in the end he’s doing his best and his best was really good for what they had. He’s a good dad, he’s not neglectful.

#sorry if the pictures suck #click for better quality?? idk haha #Rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #tmnt #rise splinter #splinter is a good dad you guys #I will die on this hill #yes he made mistakes but he is improving phenomenally and that’s what counts #Hamato yoshi #splinter hamato #I’m also v sleepy rn so sorry if this don’t make sense #radios realizations

[slytherinslut0]

Mattheo Riddle with reader doing a striptease?

ok this one is fun 🤭 18+?

perhaps it’s late at night, perhaps you’ve been drinking with the boys and pansy, everyone equally as sloshed as the other. the lot of you start playing truth or dare, and inevitably you get hit with a dare to do a striptease.

now, you were given the option to keep your top or bottoms on, should you feel more comfortable that way, but with the liquor coursing through your system and your newfound motivation, you couldn’t really give two fucks.

you and mattheo had been in this tension filled back and forth for quite some time, everyone knows the two of you have been messing around, though the stubborn arse doesn’t seem to wanna’ put aside his goddamn pride and admit that he wants you, exclusively.

you knew this was your perfect chance.

accepting the dare you stand up, somehow managing to swallow your laughter as you lock eyes with mattheo, his brooding browns glued to you with a clear challenge as he’s thinking to himself there’s no goddamn way she’s going to actually do this. strip in front of all your friends? no way.

oh, mattheo. you foolish fuck.

you know damn well that mattheo is the possessive type, but strangely enough he isn’t protesting this. he’s just simply watching you. you know this is just as much a dare from him as it is from the group. a dare to test him. a dare to play with fire. to fuck around and find out.

unfortunately for you, you’ve never been one to back down from a dare.

you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, holding his stare and start by reaching behind your head to slowly let your hair out of your ponytail, allowing its length to sway as it falls and cascades around your face. you notice mattheo’s eye twitch, almost imperceptibly, before he begins adjusting his seated stance slightly, manspreading his legs just a little bit wider.

you choke back a giggle. though you know he noticed.

for a brief second you let your eyes traverse the room, glimpsing enzo and theo and blaise, all hawk eyes and parted lips, not wanting to miss a goddamn thing. you don’t feel too much about this as you know they’ve all seen you dozens of times in a bikini while swimming or tanning--underwear and bra really wasn’t much different. was it?

regathering your focus you shake off the thoughts of potential implications as your hands move to the base of your jumper, fingertips tracing the edge before slowly peeling it up your torso, the draft of the cool room igniting goosebumps on your skin. you pull it up further, spinning around to show them your backside as you tug it up and over your head, tossing it to the floor at your feet.

pansy whistles, giggling and urging you on as you sway your hips slightly to the faint hum of music playing in the background, undeniably lost in the fun of it all as the other boys cheer you on, too, clapping and howling in an absurd way to pump you up. at this point, you’re in damn near hysteria from laughing so hard.

collecting yourself, you tease the band of your leggings while bending at the hips, peering over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of mattheo’s expressions as you begin to slowly peel them down your thighs, your ass in clear view.

mattheo looks like a fucking trainwreck, his hair tousled like his hand had plowed through it, his knuckles pale from gripping his cup so hard you were almost certain it was about to shatter within his palm. his jaw was clenched, so tight it almost looked painful, his eyes the hypnotizing depth of a black hole. you couldn’t tell if he was enjoying this, or utterly fucking hating it.

and as though he could read your mind, it was but a mere few seconds later before he gave you the answer.

you got your leggings about half way down your thighs when he stood up abruptly, interrupting the show and standing behind you to block your ass from the view of the other guys. when they all started grumbling and asking him wtf he was doing, he’d simply tell them to shut up and pick their jaws off the floor before they catch flies.

he’d yank your leggings back up, his lips pressed to your ear as he’d growl. “you win, you little fucking brat.”

you’d shrug, pretending you have no damn idea what he’s on about, and he’d reply with a calm, “yeah whatever you say princess, now let’s go back to my dorm so you can do this again for me in private.”

#i wrote this in five minutes i’m sorry if it’s sucks #probably some spelling mistakes too #mattheoriddle #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo #slytherin boys #theodore nott #lorenzozurzolo #mattheo riddle smut #mattheoxreader #mattheo x y/n #mattheosmut #mattheoriddlesmut #mattheo smut #mattheo x you #blaisezabini #blaise zabini #harry potter #mattheo riddle x y/n #mattheo riddle x you #theodorenott #enzo berkshire

[ithinkdogshouldvote]

Terry I love you. You are so weird. WHY do you have a sword????

#vampire sword that literally sucks the elements from elemental attacks. giving terry the cool fucking dnd sword he deserves #btw the scar on his eyebrow is where the bullet came out. the hair there Isn’t gone but its gray forever #it’ll blend in with the rest of his hair thats already going SUUUper gray. god save this man get him antidepressants #changed his design after some feedback. this is the one ill be using from now on #I’m sorry for any discomfort i might have caused with my past design. #terry jr stampler #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads s2 #digital art #digital drawing #my artwork #fanart #dungeons & daddies #dndaddies #btw if its not clear. the elemental versions of the swords in order are fire lighting cold thunder and acid #lark oak #sparrow oak #scary marlowe #dont go and Learn more about bullying at your local library its a trap #terry jr #terry junior

[mediumgayitalian]

The crooked, creaky door of the cluttered infirmary storage room pushes open and slams shut in the span of a second, just barely allowing someone to dart through. Nico jumps, banging his head on the shelf he’s hiding under, chomping full force on his lip to bite back a shout. The shadows, on lucky reflex, bend around him and shroud his face. The rest of him he tucks further into the forgotten corner between two filing cabinets, holding his breath.

Under the unflattering light of the single swinging lightbulb, Will looks dull.

A thin headband attempts to hold back his frizzy hair, although it does very little. Curls stick out oddly and many shorter hairs are plastered to his temples and the back of his neck. His skin is unusually lacklustre, even pale, except for the high flush around his cheekbones. The bruising under his eyes rivals Nico’s. He has been wearing the same scrubs for the last two days.

With one last look at the closed door, nothing but garbled voices filtering through the heavy wood, he slumps. He drops his face into his chapped and bleeding hands, heels pressed into his eyes, and holds them there for ten seconds, twenty. Slowly, with trembles so minute they are at first glance unnoticeable, his shoulders begin to shake. The long fingers flexed and tensed around his forehead curl tightly, and he twitches, whole body trembling, teeth sunk hard into his bottom lip to stop his chin from quivering.

It does not work.

The first sob is quiet. He catches it quickly, forcing it back down, breathing heavily through his nose and out his mouth to beat it back. The second follows quickly, though, and it’s harder to choke down. When his face crumples, his resolve goes with it, and his knees hit the floor, sharp crack swallowed by the stillness of the room. He curls forward until his nose nearly hits his knees, hands sliding through his hair and over his ears and settling finally clutching together in the dip of his chest, bouncing with every heave of his chest. It’s quiet, his crying, enough that every dropped tear can be heard as it hits the dusty floor. The only time his sobs are ever audible is when he opens his mouth, trying desperately to soak up enough air to catch himself, to carry himself through.

Mute horror holds Nico’s tongue hostage.

He’d escaped in here the second Will had been called away this morning, dragged for the umpteenth time to handle a crashing patient or a complicated hymn or to soothe someone’s nerves. For the past two days he’s been doing his best to monitor Nico and a handful of other front liners who’d exhausted themselves in battle, but his focus has been split and the infirmary has been crowded. Whenever he runs off to put out whatever fire had cropped up — sometimes literally — the whispers start, the glances, the skin crawling up Nico’s back. Nico can hardly tell anymore what’s the shadows and what’s the people around him, watching him out of the corners of their eyes like they’re waiting for him to bust out a scythe and a black hooded cloak and start reaping.

The storage room is supposed to be an escape. Out of the way and forgotten as it is, it is supposed to be the place he can hide for an hour, escape the heavy gaze of the rest of the camp, collect himself before braving it all again.

Clearly, though, he’s not the only one who thinks so.

There’s something disorienting about seeing Will Solace cry. In the few times Nico has spoken with him during his visits to camp, he’s been a barely-contained explosion of energy, whether talking Nico’s ear off with updates about people he barely knows and references he hardly understands or cussing him out for overextending himself. He’s used — as much as he can be to someone he’s only beginning to really get to know — to his wildly flailing hands and widely playful grin, his loud drawling voice, his painful, constant brightness.

His hands, now, clench until they’re bloodless, trembling. There is no hint of his wide smile or twinkling eyes, because his face is hidden by all the hair that his given up on the pretence of the hairband, and the only sound from him are his gasping breaths and swallowed-back sobs. Nico watches him because he cannot look away. He flinches because every cry, every rough, scraping inhale, sounds like shattering rock, like an iceberg breaking off a glacier.

A quiet beeping startles them both.

For a stretch of time Will is motionless. The beeping continues, steady and soft, bouncing off the cluttered shelves and fading before they echo. After the third round — and Nico counts, if anything for something to do besides watch the chafed skin on Will’s hands crack and bleed with every flex — he drags himself upright, nails drawing lines in the thick dust of the floorboards, and rests back on his heels. He breathes for a moment, shuddering, hands pressed flat to his face; in, beep, beep, beep; out, beep, beep, beep. None of his breaths are ever steady, but he wastes no more time, swiping under his eyes and pinching his cheeks to restore his face to some of its usual colour. He grips onto each board of the shelf to his right as he yanks himself upwards, hand over hand, until he’s stretched, finally, to stand, although there remains a slouch to his broad shoulders.

The beeping continues, emanating from the watch on his left hand, growing softer or louder as he trails his fingers over the shelves from one end to the other, from the first, the second, the third. He pauses finally on a collection of bottles, turning them carefully to read the labels, then tucks them each gently into his already bulging pockets until he is left with what he must carry between his fingers.

The shadows bend to cover Nico again as Will turns, unknowingly facing him, and pulls himself suddenly straight-backed, chin set high, shoulders squared. He smiles, wide, fractured, squinting his eyes deliberately. The beeping stops. He breathes, in, smile, out, nod, and turns, striding, back to the door, opening it with flourish and swiping the dust off his clothes.

��Found them! Sorry it took so long, I really had to look —”

The door swings shut behind him, cutting off the rest of his sentence.

Nico stares at it with bile churning in his too-empty stomach.

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art by the incredible @clingonlikeclingwrap

#will i ever come back and resolve this? who knows! right now i just wanted to inflict sorrow #sorry will you’re a good vessel #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #nico di angelo & will solace #solangelo #will solace angst #angst #hurt no comfort #my writing #fic #longpost #sigh everythint i do seems some meh and lacklustre lately #how unfortunate #maybe i’m losing my touch that would suck so bad #we’ll have to see

[sonic-adventure-3]

#rambles #sonic #sth #sorry if the edit and the id suck i’m sleepy