DROOLING. D R O O L I N G

happy holidays to those who haven't felt the holiday spirit in years

happy holidays to those who didn't think they'd make it this far

happy holidays to those with split parents

happy holidays to those spending it by themselves

happy holidays to those who are missing someone this holidays

happy holidays to you, reading this. i hope you get what you need :)

You’re a loser, baby, a loser. But you’re mine so it doesn’t matter.

pairing: TV!Percy Jackson x reader

Percy was so distraught. He was sad, and upset. He felt like a failure for not seeing that Luke was the traitor in the first place. How could he have been so stupid?! He was sat at the usually busy and lively campfire circle, but no one but him and the smoldering fire was there. Everyone was in their cabins sleeping, remnants of the bonfire earlier that night scattered on the ground. Party streamers, silly string, and confetti. But there was no happiness here. Luckily for Percy, you were there. You’d been out on a late night walk and heard his muffled crying. You walked over and plopped yourself right next to him smiling and prying his hands away from his eyes. “I failed the camp.” He mumbled. “Oh boo hoo. It wasn’t your fault, stop making yourself the martyr. How in the Tartarus were you supposed to know our best friend was a traitor. Shit, even Chiron didn’t know and nothing gets past that dude.” You were so done with his pouting and self pitying. “Yeah but I’m a loser! Now the Ares kids hate me even more! What am I supposed to do with that?” “Let them. If anything you’re my loser. Always will be.” You kiss him on the nose and his pale, freckled skin becomes rosy and warm. “Alright.” He mumbles with a smile. “I love ya,” he whispers “love you too, fish brain now let’s get you back to your cabin.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR GHOST FORGE!! 🖤

Finally up for last year... He's difficult to draw for some reason 💀💀

This was such a "trust the process" piece, I wanted to get up so many times. I think I like how it turned out. Hope you like it!

does anyone else think that Eddie Munson isn’t the problem for the Stranger things fandom? Just shut up and hear me out for a moment. My father and I watched the whole series together and he was in high school in the 80s. He was the depiction of a metalhead and he said that they actually portrayed metalheads back then pretty well. Them not wanting to be like others, but some of them still tried to hang out and get along with others (as seen). The only reason people have a problem with Eddie and stranger things in general is because some of the people in the fandom are a little odd for their taste, and by all means do what you want as long as you aren’t doing something gross or harmful, but a lot of people don’t like these people because they’re like Eddie. They like to be loud and cringy and dumb, and honestly they’re just being themselves. As someone who was teased by others both online and by friends and family for being myself, it kinda upsets me. And believe me, I know they can be a lot, but I usually just ignore them. And I think a lot of people need to learn that if you don’t like something, and someone is having fun and not hurting anyone, leave them alone. You don’t need to go after them because you don’t agree with their beliefs or their style. Also most of them are literal children. Let these kids be themselves. They’re being brave enough to be themselves, and with them having to grow up during COVID, and all the other stuff that they’re going through they’re just trying to find something that can distract them. I know this because my little cousin came crying to me because her and I had watched stranger things and she got made fun of for saying she liked Eddie. But I digress.

Who ever says that Primo sucks , will get their ass kicked by me ❤️

girl same and one of them doesn’t even talk to me anymore 😭

i have 3 moots is that bad

when the keigo ones are dropped please tag me I’m begging on my knees I need to see this

—works in progress + my fav line from them.

KEIGO

crawling into your window past 10 has become a good habit of his.

you aren’t any better; you’re eyes remain halfway open and you play the role of someone who’s had too much of him, when in reality, you know you’ll always be there to make sure he gets that world he yawns for, even it’s one constructed of legos.

for no reason now, morning just might be his favorite time of the day.

the door flicks open to reveal you standing outside. you startle a bit, evident in the way you quickly retract your hand from knocking once more you’re pretty in all your morning glory he thinks. just how long do you plan on standing there?

JASON TODD

when you have nowhere else to go, jason never hesitates to pull you too close.

The ringtone of his phone is what does it, particularly that tone that he’s been hearing a lot recently but never thought would be the reason he would be awaken from his sleep.

you let jason walk in and he follows.

he can see it all the moment he closes the door behind him. from the way you slightly look around to ensure perfection, to how nervous you seem from letting him into your space for the first time, to him, nothing goes unnoticed.

in which you two frolic in the snow together at a questionable hour.

jason parks on the side of the road to your wanted destination, a smile playing on his lips when you get out the car and make a run for it, the heat of your hand still hot against his own.

there’s a lot you can tell when things shift—especially when they have everything to do with jason.

his recent absence and distantness could maybe be explained as normal, that is, if only the two of you were just friends. maybe it could be sold to you if he didn’t tangle his fingers in your hair every time he kissed you and if he didn’t seem to linger a bit too long in the hold of your embrace.

jason comforttt!! this one don’t have a synopsis.

the thought of getting home and taking a nice bath is the only thing that gets you through the day. on your way home the trees swish, the cars honk, the children chase and most evidently the sun hangs, falling low from a place in the sky that highlights the outline of your apartment building.

KENTO NANAMI

he really should go home, be out of your hair by this hour but the warmth of the moment outweighs the ticking clock and being by your side a bit longer won’t hurt. it never has.

nanami who tumbles with you a little bit on your way in, catching you in the hold of his arms right as you’re about to fall and pulls you closer than you ever are into his space. you take a little longer to pull back all while he asks if you’re okay. you hum in response, straightening yourself and hope that, in the dimly light space of you’re entryway, he doesn’t see the slight red to your cheeks.

the fact of the matter being he’s your and your his.

when the first snow of the year falls, nanami isn't looking up into the quiet sprinkling sky. instead, shielded under the door awning of the coffee shop, the blondes eyes are trained on the person he sees across the street, their arms happily looped around two others in the display of twinkling snowflakes. ever since you left his hold, nothing has allowed him to forget you.

rains got you wet but nanami can help dry you— or not. it’s his choice.

“—actually, I don’t want to hear anything from someone who can’t even dry themselves properly.” his tone is serious but it’s betrayed by the way he uses his hands. the soft manner that he scrunches pieces of your hair in whispers ‘you’re precious to me’.

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happy new year hoes!!!

me currently

the "morally Greg" part in your bio,, is that a Danny Gonzalez referenceee?

No, it’s an inside joke between my friend Luna and I after I was saying my type was morally grey and I made a typo, but I could see myself doing a Danny Gonzalez reference too

where the fuck have you been I miss you

2 day old flan is so good