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So these are pretty old but I decided to share some doodles of Hamlet and Horatio I did! I originally drew these two as practice for a project on Hamlet that I had to do for school. I like the way Horatio turned out better than the way Hamlet did. They are very fruity and I ship them very hard, so I might doodle them more or make a post about my head cannons for them lol. Or maybe for all my literature ships 👀
(And I like to think Hamlet wears a crown so I drew him with a crown 💅)
Bruce once said, half-jokingly, that anyone who wanted to marry any of his kids had to beat hik in single combat first. Unfortunately, joking on the Bat looks dead serious to everyone not in his circle, so now Wally is busy learning Muay Thai, Roy is brushing up on Krav Maga, and Conner has resigned himself to living in sin. Steph just figures she'd ask Cass to fight her battles for her.
Conner: I’m sorry. I love you, but we can never marry.
Tim, thinking about who he might need to politely go ask Jason to take care of:
Conner, entirely serious: I’m never going to be able to beat your dad.
Tim, hearing “beat UP” because he was thinking about Jason punching Luthor:
Tim: I feel like further explanation might be necessary here.
Wally: Okay. I think I’m ready to fight Batman.
Dick, only half paying attention: *nods* I understand completely. I have the same urge all the time.
Jason: What do you MEAN you can’t marry me because Batman will beat you?
Roy: But Bruce said-
Jason: I don’t care what Bruce said. Actually, no. I do care. How DARE he-
*cut to Jason fighting Batman*
Roy: So does this count, or…
Bruce, at six am in a bathrobe and slippers: Steph, what are you doing here?
Steph: Outsourcing.
Cass: *comes flying at Batman from two stories above*
I am trying so so hard to get some prompts done this year 😭 Day one and two are done, but day two kind of turned into a bit of a crackfic- oops. Here are two lines from two of the fics :D
| Again, Jack was a great person, just a tad overbearing.
| “What, opening the bag of bread? I’m sure I can’t screw it up too badly.” ...He ripped four pieces of bread trying to get them out.
anyway good luck to everyone and have some fun with it !
Hey, all! This is a hype post. Cairo Week is on its way! This is a chance to share a snippet of your projects in a reblog, cheer each other on in the comments, commiserate in the tags. We are so excited to see what you've got cooking!!!
And remember, if life is getting in the way of deadlines or your muse is taking a vacation, the deadlines are really more of guidelines, anyway. We will always take late submissions.
Happy creating, y'all! 💛
Can't express how stress free being open minded is.
Some lesbians use he/him? Oh cool.
Some people have people inside their head and sometimes it's fictional chars? Sick your brains like a pirate ship they're all working to run.
Some people like being treated like a pet dog? Bark bark bro.
Being fat isn't unhealthy but a perfectly normal type of body to have? Kinda beautiful how different we can all be.
Something doesn't make any fucking sense? Cool an opportunity to learn. And even if I can't figure it out it's cool we still have mysteries today.
Jamming to daechwita 🔥
this is so funny my god this person was so delusional thinking draco was looking at hermione when clearly he was looking at harry but stopped when ron noticed him looking😂
No like fr . I know like eating healthy and exercising but like how are there people who look like walking goddesses when I try so hard and can’t even shed a pound .
akaashi in flowers, left and right
HELLLP
@syrisx HANG ON. I JUST GOT A VOICEMAIL. ETHAN HAS SOMETHING TO SAY TO YOU. HE'S READING OUR POSTS??? I GUESS TAKE THE COMPLIMENTS. IF ANYBODY ASKS FOR YOUR PHONE NUMBER DON'T GIVE IT TO THEM. I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW HE GOT MINE. LOVE, SLOWLYSTICKYNUT
Au where she made it to magnus and they and they get into shenanigans together with their 2 gay (and totally human) dads
[Image: “i just realized that annabeth was probably trying to get to her aunt when she ran away. luke was from connecticut, right? which is a a couple hours south of boston. so when he and thalia found her she was probably trying to get north to find her aunt and cousin. she was looking for magnus.”]
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they said... same time tomorrow...
i wish left-leaning understood that most right-wing people don't have bad intentions. most conservative apologists for fascists or even fascists themselves don't wake up with the desire to be harmful. nor do they even have the full awareness of the evil they commit. sure, there are some people who are knowingly morally bankrupt and have no shame in the matter, but this is relatively rare (more people are apathetic than malicious).
but good intentions can still hurt others. good intentions can and does lead to violence. even fascism is rooted in a desire for "purity and goodness," which sounds nice without any of the context of what fascism actually entails. this is why everyone is susceptible to believing fascist ideology. though admittedly, some are more susceptible than others due to, usually, their material conditions.
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a LOT and i mean a LOT of super popular creators get into every au competition, so i wanted to host one for the less popular people! that way, there's a relatively fair chance for everybody. (this blog isn't intented to shame anyone/be negative! i just thought it'd be refreshing to have a competition consisting of small creators)
YOUR AU WILL GET IN IF:
it is submitted at least two times
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BE AWARE OF ANY POSSIBLE TW'S THAT APPLY TO AN AU
DON'T HARASS ANYONE COMPETING
DON'T START DRAMA (please i beg of you.)
SUBMISSION RULES:
nothing overtly explicit/sexual
no incest
one au per creator! if two or more aus from the same creator are submitted, i will pick one to put into the competition (if applicable)
(that's it)
inspired by @tmntaucompetition (and others that i can't remember oops...)
MWAH ILY EM
Me, You, & Coffee- That's all I need!
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1.2k words
claire redfield x fem!reader
tropes: f/f , hurt / comfort , wlw , claire probably has depression or atleast anxiety , angst , fluff , fall fic , love , happy ending , suggested smut
note: hehe my first fic!!! so scary.... rb/likes are appriciated!!! huge thanks to @/vaaaaaiolet for proof reading this!
tags: @rigorwhoring @vaaaaaiolet @angelstargel
The cold air nips at your cheeks, giving them a red hue. Leaves blow around your feet, and the shout of the coffee shop bell rings as you leave. Your chai latte sits in your mouth as you treasure the flavor, deep in thought. Claire hasn’t joined you today or any time since you last got home. You can’t blame her.
After her mission a few weeks prior, she hasn’t been acting like herself.
You had come home to your girlfriend with a broken arm, not a scene you expected to return to. She had calmed your concerns yet never stopped working, only making an exception for sleep.
Now, as you gently knock on her office door, Claire mumbles a soft invitation. Her hair, the same color as her bloodshot eyes, was messy. She had been wearing the same red tank top for a week now. Her eyes never diverted from the screen or her bulletin board. You weren’t even sure she knew you were here. Should you call out her name again?
“I, uh, got your coffee for you, Babe.” You place a gentle hand on her back and kiss her head.
Your heart aches for her. Almost all her hair had fallen out of her ponytail. As you set down her coffee, she smiles and grabs your hand before pressing a soft kiss into the back. You smile at the tenderness before realizing she is continuing to do her dead, thousand-yard stare. As your smile faltered, you noticed small things that had changed in her appearance recently. Her freckled skin had gotten more pale, and her makeup looked old. These small details pushed you over the edge.
“Claire, are you okay?” You crouch to her side. She nods, humming quickly. “You… you look pretty zoned out.”
Claire keeps her distant look, the one you’ve become oh-so-accustomed to when she comes home from a grueling mission. Claire begins to divert her eyes from looking at the floor. When did she start looking there?
“Claire? Baby?”
She blinks. How long was she zoned out for? Claire pushes her hair back and wipes her palms on her black jeans, the soft denim brushing against her pale skin.
“Yes, sorry.” She blinks to register what happened in the minute she was zoned out, meeting your concerned look. “Sorry. One more time?” She quickly glances at her work before giving you her undivided attention, clearing her voice.
“I was just saying I got coffee for you,” you repeat with a nervous smile and tensed brows. The small sympathetic act was enough to bloom a smile on Claire’s face.
“Oh. Thanks, sweetheart.” She replies, a faint smile on her face.
You nod. You can tell that Claire noticed your concerned expression because she furrows her brows and fights off a scoff.
“You don’t have to be worried about me or anything like that,” she snaps.
“I’m just…” The words die in your throat.
The redhead knows her outburst was unneeded, a small guilty expression forming on her face. Lingering eyes make Claire have a migraine.
A sigh claws its way through your throat. “I’m gonna make lunch,” you manage to shove out, “If you want some.”
Claire nods awkwardly. “Okay.” She looks at you until you look away, then disappears into her work again.
Wobbling into your humble abode, expecting to see Claire waiting for you, you moaned in pain. The lack of your girlfriend proved you incorrect. You knew she had returned from her mission, but maybe she hadn’t? Fear flooded your body as you heard a noise from Claire’s study.
You pulled out your gun, opening the door to see your beloved girlfriend attempting to work with one hand in a cast.
Before you get the chance to say anything she groans and gets up, revealing herself to you.
“Hey, you’re home!” The redhead smiled, going to hug you as best as possible.
Her skin felt freezing! She had been wearing a tank top and underwear with the window open on a cold autumn night. You watch as guilt drains into her face.
You blinked at her red sling. “What happened to your arm, babe?”
A sigh came from her throat. “I, uh. Kinda got thrown into a wall.”
The color quickly drained from your face. “You what?” was the only thing you could mutter out.
“I’m fine now, don’t worry. It's just inconvenient.”
You bit your tongue. Your reflection appears in Claire’s red spectacles. Your nose is bruised and stained red from blood.
“Do you want to go take a bath? Or shower?” you prompt, both of your usual healing methods after missions.
Claire rubbed her eyes, clearly overworked. “No, it’s fine. I have some work to finish anyway. Maybe tomorrow?” Worry had bubbled into your chest.
You hadn’t given it much thought, to your dismay now. Dread had eaten you up. As you stare at Claire now, your throat closes up. Jerking awake, you immediately notice the cold bed.
You manage to get Claire out of the house with the promise of a:
“Coffee/Study Date?” She furrows her eyebrows.
“Yeah! It’ll be fun.” You chirp back.
The cold air nips at both yours and Claire’s cheeks, giving them a red hue. Leaves blow around your feet, and the shout of the coffee shop bell rings as you leave, connected by your shared scarf and tightly clasped hands.
The two of you sip on the costly coffee you had purchased to make her smile. There was a cartoon character on top drawn in creamer.
As Claire sips her coffee, the wind blows stronger, blowing cream onto her nose. She looks up at you with a sad expression before back down at her coffee. A small giggle expels from your lips at the sight. Claire glares at you.
“Don’t laugh. I spilled my coffee.” Claire whines, leaning into you and bunching up your scarf. “My latte art!” She frowns and complains jokingly. You know you’d buy her a new one in a heartbeat if she asked.
You coo and kiss her on the cheek for condolence, “You’ll survive.”
Claire laughs, This is the biggest (read: only) smile you’ve seen from her since you got back. She squeezes your hand softly three times. Warmth trickles into your chest, temporarily battling the cold outside. You hum tenderly.
You try to ignore her paranoia, constantly checking your surroundings and flinching.
Sniffling fills your ears and concern is etched onto your face. Her big, blue eyes look at you, beginning to water slightly. You grab her coffee and set it down on a bench nearby before engulfing her in your arms.
“Hey, hey,” your voice softens, “what's wrong, baby?”
Claire sniffles in response. She grabs onto you like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she lets go.
You can’t find words. With precision and gentleness, you redirect the two of you to the bench with her coffee. Her voice trembles and breaks along with the facade of the strong, independent woman you know so well.
“‘M so, so sorry.” Claire sobs into your shoulder, tears dribbling down your scarf.
Your hand goes to her back to rub it softly. “You have nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart. I need you to talk to me, though.”
“This mission was supposed to be easy. I just needed to build schools and hospitals. But then I discovered more and dug myself farther into this shitty hole I made. I feel like I dug myself into my own grave.” You listen and hold your girlfriend as she cries. “And then when I got home I just have this… this urge to finish it. And then I started to stop acting like myself and I ruined everything we had and I-”
You look at her, hot tears rolling down her ruby-red cheeks. “You didn’t ruin anything, baby. But I’m gonna need you to take a few deep breaths for me.” Your hand snakes its way up Claire’s frame to cup her face. Shaky breaths make themselves noticed. You ignore all the weird looks and flip people off.
Claire whispers, barely audible over the rustle of trees. “I’m sorry I haven’t been paying attention.”
“Don’t be. I knew you were going through something. It’s not an excuse, but I knew it was out of character. I’m not mad. As long as I have our coffee dates I'm fine.” Your calm, gentle voice and small giggle lull her into a reassured space.
“I’ll take you on a fancy date. Maybe give you some special dessert after.” Claire teases, and it is then you realize you are in for a long night.
However, it’s the first time in a long while that your bed is warm, and you know it will stay that way.
note: HAII!! if anyone has tips on formatting lmk cause this is the first time I've really done it! i mainly used ao3 before this. thank you for reading and again thank you SO much to vivi for proofreading:)