Lil Things❤️

yall i can't stop watching the cannibal town parts of hazbin s1 e7 and how like, important items play such a role? maybe im insane but like, first off, alastor handing over his radio is objectively the moment that got closest to "sweet" for him re: charlie

then there's alastor taking his radio back, either bc he was going to have a fucking panic attack without it or bc charlie successfully convinced the cannibals to follow her so she could now have rosie's lil skull cane, either way, rosie fills in the gap when alastor takes his radio back so charlie still has something to brandish (as one needs when singing a fun lil diddy)

then alastor fucking SUMMONING AN UMBRELLA so rosie can have a baton to sing her lines with, i just?? HELLO??? WHAT KIND OF WHOLESOME BULLSHIT IS T H I S? stop it DONT FUCKING DO THIS TO ME.

like hello?? sir???? WHO AUTHORIZED THIS??? IM UN-FUCKING-WELL. they are so cute. this is so cute. i'm going to PASS. THE FUCK. AWAY.

Yeah I think you’re in the right place, Al.

joel & ellie + coffee or joel introducing ellie to coffee vs. ellie leaving coffee at his grave to say goodbye

Angel of the Lord

Hand painted portrait, Photoshop CS6.

Here is the final version of Castiel. It had quite a journey to get here, much like the angel himself.

If you like SPN art, be sure to check out my companion Dean and Sam pieces.

I’m back from the dead with new hyperfixations! Give me an excuse to write and send me requests please!!

Never Trust An Elevator

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Requested: “12🧍‍♀️angst with Eddie Munson”

Prompt: “Why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to you?”

Warnings: Angst, Arguments, Public Embarrassment, Claustrophobia, Panic Attacks

Summary: Eddie’s been quite a dick to you lately, can things be mended?

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In all those cliche teen drama movies it was always a given that the nerds and freaks would stick together no matter what. They’d find solace in each other and were accepted. It didn’t matter how weird they were; if they were band kids, math geeks, or video game nerds. They were better than the jocks and preppy girls, and there was a lot less drama. Turns out, real life is actually quite different.

Moments ago you had been happily chatting with everyone at the lunch table and listening to Dustin ramble on about his new D&D campaign. And then Eddie showed up.

He slams his lunch tray down onto the table and takes a seat next to Gareth like he has been for the last four months. You immediately shut your mouth and hang your head low at his presence, playing with the goopy mashed potatoes on your tray. He used to sit next to you. He used to steal food off of your tray. He used to wrap his arm around you while he went on his over the top theatrical spiels about how high school is a waste of time.

He used to.

You have no idea what happened between you and him. You’d been best friends for the longest time, and you’d grown up living next to each other until he moved to the trailer park. But one day four months ago he never came to pick you up before school, and when you confronted him about it after walking three miles, he just started giving you the cold shoulder. You have yet to figure out why.

“So Y/N,” Mike starts, oblivious to your reluctance to speak, “Are you excited to finally join us for the campaign tomorrow?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you in excitement and your heart immediately sinks. You’d missed so many recently and you could tell it was really starting to disappoint them, so you promised them that you would be at this one.

But you couldn’t hold up that promise.

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You know what would have been a great ending for Finnick?

The mutts viciously attack him in the sewers. It looks like he's not gonna make it, but Katniss and Peeta refuse to leave him behind.

He's done so much to save them and look out for them and they know what happens to people who are left behind. But GALE (FUCKING GALE) goes all soldier and shuts the door on him, claiming he's too far gone.

Then, either during the bombing or slightly before they're arguing with Gale. Peeta looks like himself again, kind and determined to save his friends. It's familiar to Katniss. As they argue, they see a man hole cover open and who emerges bloody and battered? Finnick.

OR they find him at Snows mansion because the Mutts didn't kill him. They dragged him back all the way through the sewers to return Snows Toy.

Finnick is alive but BADLY scarred. On his chest, arms, face. Maybe even missing a finger or two. One of his eyes has gone a little cloudy and a streak of his hair haa turned a platnium white from the fear and trauma.

Finally, they're all safe. Haymitch makes a joke about "what's it like not being pretty anymore? No better than the rest of us."

Katniss later apologisea for this joke but Finnick tells her he's right.

"My body has never been my own. The capital had always had final say. They took away every scar and blemish. All the nicks I'd ever gotten from learning how to make hooks. Every callous in my hands, every scratch they left down my back.

I know it's bad, people can't stop staring at me, but hey, I'm used to that, right?... I was afraid of what Annie might think, but I know she still loves me. And if looking like this means that she's the only person who will ever want to touch me again, then it's a blessing.

We're free, Katniss."

I think Finnick having his "beauty taken away" by scars and wounds is something he would find so comforting. His beauty had been a curse, but now he has agency again.

Friends? : Scorpius Malfoy x Reader

Request : Could you do a Scorpius x slytherin! American ilvermorny (originally a thunderbird) transfer student or foreign exchange student. Maybe where she’s really introverted or doesn’t feel like she belongs and he tries to befriend her or something like that. Sorry this isn’t very specific. Also I love your blog! Thank you

A/N : Thank you for requesting! Sorry it took so long! 

Requests are open! Reblogging is always appreciated! Thank you for reading!

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“Hi!  I’m Scorpius!”

You look up in surprise, meeting the enthusiastic expression of the boy you had come to realize was Scorpius Malfoy, once-rumored heir of Voldemort.  

You shake your head, averting your gaze and pulling your robes closer to your body.  You needed friends, you were lonely.  But not like this. 

You missed your old friends, the old smiles, the old memories.  Being in America was home - it was routine.  You knew what to say, who to befriend, who to like.  There were no variables.  

Here, in Scotland, everything was so different.  People spoke with accents, accents that blurred together in your ears, talked with wizarding slang you couldn’t comprehend.  Europe was a whole different culture than America.

Back home, it was Grindelwald who was frowned upon and Wampus that was the house children whispered about in the corridors.  Here it was Voldemort, and Slytherin, your house, was the whispered house.  The house with stigma - the snake.

You turn your gaze back up to Scorpius, your heart tweaking slightly at the crest-fallen expression that melts the smile off his face.  You watch as he shrugs, then smiles once again.  “I’ll see you tomorrow, have a good morning!”  His eyes widen and they roll to the back of his head.  “Good afternoon, I meant!” He stammers and smiles sheepishly, running out of the classroom and out of sight. 

Gathering your books, you stand up, walking out after him.  You hang your head as you walk - you should have said hello to him.  This was probably the last chance at making friends - people already ignored you because of your house.  And besides, the fact that you were American and from Ilvermorny of all schools, created a barrier between you and the other students. 

Surprisingly, Scorpius came to see you the next day, and the next.  All with the same enthusiastic smile, the same cheesy lines and awkward mistakes. 

You began to warm up to him, slowly not beginning to care about the rumors that hung around his head. 

“I’m (Y/N),” you finally say, a soft smile encasing your lips.  

Scorpius’s face lights up, his eyes widening and an even larger smile tugging at his mouth.  “I’m Scorpius!” He says again.  He stretches out his hand, then takes it back.  “Do we hug?”

You take a step back, your own eyes wide.  “What?” Your voice is a mere squeak, you begin to regret your act on friendship.

He throws out his hands.  “Sorry! So sorry - that was strange.”  He smiles again.  “Can we try again?”  He rummages in his pockets for something, pulling out a shimmering blue hexagonal box.  “Here,” he thrusts it towards you, motioning for you to take it.  “It’s a chocolate frog, they’re really good, see?”  He points to the box again, “they’ve got collectable cards with all the famous witches and wizards, I’ll take yours if you don’t want them.”

You take the box, smiling hesitantly.  “Thank you.”

Scorpius nods, bouncing on his heels.  “My mom always said sweets help you make friends!”  He pauses, as if realizing his mistake.  “Probably silly,” he falters off.

You shake your head, stretching out your own hand.  “Friends.”

The look that flashes upon his face is full of such surprise and such overwhelming happiness, that you suddenly feel the need to protect the blond boy.  “Friends!” He shakes your hand fiercely.  His eyes soften kindly and he looks at you with a smile.  “So where are you from?”

Your own eyes light up at the question, you cannot help the wondrous gasp you make as you think of home.  “Ilvermorny.”

Scorpius’s jaw drops.  “Ilvermorny?”  He tugs on your sleeve, excitedly.  “You’ve got to tell me all about it - what are you?”  He counts on his fingers, “Horned Serpent, Pukwudgie, Wampus, and -“

“Thunderbird,” you say, “I’m Thunderbird.”

Scorpius is overcome with amazement, he walks quicker to the library with you in tow.  “Come on - you have to tell me all about America.”  He smiles back at you.  “Is it true you have a groundhog that determines whether it’s winter or spring?”

You laugh, a sound that seems almost natural.  Perhaps this Hogwarts thing wouldn’t be so bad. 

for some reason i'm thinking about the acotar gang reading thirst tweets. like on buzzfeed.

rhys and mor are very aware of how hot they are and are shameless flirts so they get through it without batting an eye. probably match the tweet's energy.

nesta and amren fully shame the authors of said tweets (but it's ok, most of them are into that)

lucien wouldn't be able to make it through without laughing, and also kinda jabs at people but in a more lighthearted way. like "you know that's actually quite a poetic way to put that. you should write greeting cards"

cassian responds to i'm simply just a hole for cassian by very seriously being like "you're so much more than that. give yourself a little credit."

"i'd let feyre archeron stuff my — oh my god. i can't read that."

elain will read the most unhinged, feral statement, and after a moment of buffering and blushing, will clear her throat and be like, "that is very sweet and i'm very flattered."

and i feel like azriel gets the kind of tweets that you can't even understand bc every other word has to be censored. and then he just stares silently into the camera with palpable disappointment.

hey btw there’s nothing wrong with shipping your ocs with canon characters. or shipping yourself with a canon character. even if you have a crush on the character. you are hurting literally no one. you can do whatever you want. cringe culture is dead