#( some angst for you )

[clancycosmic]

Cry Little Sister chapter 3

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I heard it again.

The noise from earlier, I heard it again.

Was I finally going crazy? Maybe I am, no, I was!

It sounded like a whine, pitiful and weak but curiosity was getting the better of me.

This reality was playing me the fool; it did like to do that; I didn't believe where I was was even real.

It was just a figure of my imagination, a dream.

Or was it?

I pushed those thoughts aside, for now.

The whine came again, louder this time; whatever it was sounded real, which baffled me, but as I listened again closely, I knew what I heard wasn't my brain playing tricks on me.

"Is anyone there?" I knew I had to say something to let the creature know that I was near.

I waited a few seconds, and the whine came again; this time, it sounded desperate.

My feet moved, still aching and sore as I cautiously approached a clearing near where I was at moments ago.

At first, I didn't see anything, I shook my head in slight irritation that my brain would try to pull something like this, once again making a fool out of me.

Suddenly, I heard something close by; I paused to listen again; it sounded like something was struggling, trying to get out of whatever got to them.

My mind was definitely not playing tricks on me this time.

I turned my head, looking in the direction of the noise that sounded like rope scraping against the ground as if binding something, tightening its grip on whatever had been caught.

The yelp that came afterward made me jump out of my skin and then silence.

I wait for a few moments, breathing slowed, eyes widened.

I approach.

Once I got closer, I peeked behind a large boulder, not expecting what I would see next.

It was a wolf tangled up inside a net. The beast was huge, much bigger than the wolves from my home and he was trapped, for how long I did not know.

He was lying on his side, unmoving. At first, I thought he was dead.

That was until he slowly lifted his head, looking at me with eerily human-like eyes; they were blue in color and were pleading for anyone, any kind soul, to help him.

My heart broke at the devastating sight.

The wolf's fur was a dark grey color with white; he also had a strange marking on his forehead, and he looked like he could tear me to shreds if he wanted to. But he just laid there, staring at me like a pitiful dog, begging for someone to help him.

I didn't know what to do.

But I couldn't just leave him, it was wrong.

He doesn't look aggressive, but with a wolf, you just never know.

He was still staring at me, begging me to do something, anything.

He began to struggle, whining, letting out painful cries within the net he was tangled in moving around frantically, trying to get out.

"No!"

The wolf stopped.

"Please, don't!" Tears filled up my waterline, and I let them fall, I was still so emotional, and seeing this wolf suffering just made it worse.

He looked like he understood me which was odd coming from a wolf.

But how? Wasn't that impossible? I know wolves can understand humans but not to this extent.

Why does this wolf have an intelligence similar to that of a human?

Should I know? Do I want to know? Should I figure it out? Should I be worried?

Do I even care at this point?

The wolf whines again, drawing my attention away from my thoughts; he struggles some more against the bindings.

I looked around for something to cut a hole through the net, I then realized that I brought my pocket knife with me, but it was so dull, I didn't know how it would even work.

Might as well try.

I walked around the boulder, closer to the beast now as he stopped struggling, allowing me to approach him. I crouched and began to cut the bindings of the net, little by little the net was starting to give way, taking every once of me to even manage to cut a hole with a dull pocket knife.

The wolf was finally free, he shook what was left of the net off of him and stood. My breath hitched in my throat at the sight of just how big this wolf really was, his snout stopped at my chin.

He was a sight to behold! And it terrified me.

[caffinatedcastiel]

“I have had enough of this. From both of you.” He hissed, the months of built-up tension reverbing through the statement. “You are both wrong. You both know you are wrong and you can’t get over yourselves long enough to see it. I’ve had enough!”

“Donnie-” “Dee-”

“No! NO! I’ve listened to you two going at each other for longer and harder than we’ve fought some of the individuals in this room- no offense.” Donnie snapped, nodding at a few bewildered faces that were unfortunate witnesses to their dirty laundry. Figurative and literal. “This can’t go on any longer. I will not allow it.”

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During the first go-around with the Krang Invasion, Donatello rises to the occasion and takes his helm as leader of the Resistance. The Earth may be a burning ship, but he will do all he can to protect his brothers and the humans that come to rely on them.

[hinamie]

mentor

[kuzoowl]

Bunnies 🐰

[courfee]

17 December 1975 / 15 May 1976

[randomfandomworks]

Sylus watched as you ran your fingers across the back of the stray you had recently taken in. The small kitten was nothing more than a black ball as it curled in your lap yet he could hear its purring even from his place across the room.

He had nothing against the small animal, he regularly took care of discarded animals himself, it was just that while the cat loved you it must have adored him.

For the past week it could be constantly found with him, padding its way quickly across the floor in an attempt to keep up with his large strides whenever he left the room.

Regularly rubbing against his legs and begging for his attention.

Meowing softly whenever he would fail to acknowledge it or when he would forget and accidentally close the door to his office before it had the chance to enter as well.

Even now it sat content with you only as it kept a watchful eye on him.

It simply had to be around him whenever it could, even when he would scold and scruff it for pawing at Mephisto it would purr in his hold until he would give up and pet it for the next few minutes.

It was quite funny to you, to watch your dear partner have to deal with the small animal, to hear his complaints of already having to deal with one Kitten only for you to bring home another.

Yet he would say these same complaints while gently petting the sleeping cat in his lap.

And then he would wonder why you never believed him when he said he wasn’t attached. When in fact he had obviously become rather adjusted to his two kittens roaming around and asking for his attention.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Those were Vanessa's friends too in the FNAF movie

[seumyo]

pregnancy cravings with miya atsumu.

Pregnancy cravings never really made sense to Atsumu. Then again, he never got to the part of anatomy and physiology when he was studying physical therapy before he decided to go pro as a volleyball player.

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t supportive; no, he prided himself on being a great husband. And now, with you, his wife, pregnant with your first child, he was determined to be the most supportive, loving, and accommodating partner ever.

Nothing was going to stand in his way—not distance, not logic, and certainly not impossible cravings.

It started simple. Like it always did.

You wanted a specific pastry from a bakery on the other side of Japan? Done. He booked the fastest delivery service he could find, and when that wasn’t an option, he flew there himself, picked it up, and brought it back.

Talk about rich.

Homemade food? Good thing Osamu had drilled the basics of cooking into him, though he still got yelled at by his twin when he accidentally burned rice. But hey, effort counted, right?

Then, the cravings started getting weird.

You’re sitting on the couch with a blanket over your lap when you look up at him with serious eyes. “I want Osamu’s cooking.”

Atsumu blinked. “Alright, I can ask him—”

“But I don’t want to eat it. You eat it.”

He frowned, confused.

“Huh? Ya want me to eat ‘Samu’s cookin’?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Atsumu scratched his head, wondering if this was some kind of test. “And that’s gonna make ya feel better?”

“Yes.”

“… Even if ya don’ eat it?”

“Uh-huh.”

Atsumu blinked. “That doesn’t make no sense.”

“Atsumu, please don’t question me.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” He grabbed his phone and immediately dialed Osamu. “Oi, ‘Samu, I need ya to cook somethin’—no, not for [Name]—for me.” There was silence on the other end before Osamu sighed heavily and reluctantly agreed.

That night, Atsumu sat at the dining table, stuffing his face with his brother’s food while you sat across from him, smiling in satisfaction as you watched. Osamu just did his part as a supportive brother for his twin.

The next day was even worse.

“A seedless mango,” you murmured, rubbing your belly.

...

“A what?”

“A seedless mango. I want it.”

“… [Name], sweetheart, baby, I love ya, but that don’t exist.”

“It does.”

“It doesn’t.”

“I want it.”

Atsumu groaned. “Where am I gonna get a seedless mango?”

“Figure it out, please?”

He spent hours searching online, calling fruit vendors, and even asking Osamu if his suppliers had some secret black market seedless mango (Osamu asked him if a volleyball that was going 120 km/h hit his head).

No luck.

In the end, Atsumu cut up a normal mango, carefully removed every trace of the seed, and handed it to you with a hopeful grin.

You took one look at it and frowned.

“It’s not the same.”

Atsumu wanted to cry.

-

“I need you to wear a face mask.”

Atsumu blinked at you from your bed. “Huh? Why?”

You huffed quietly, fidgeting with the sheets. “Because your face is annoying.”

Atsumu gasped, hand clutching his chest. “My face?! The one ya love so much?!”

“Yes.”

“The one ya vowed to look at forever in sickness and in health?!”

“Yes.”

“The one ya called ‘beautiful’ when I asked ya if I was hotter than ‘Samu?!”

“I love you, but right now, your face is irritating me.”

Atsumu stared, utterly betrayed, before sighing in defeat. He got up, went to the closet, grabbed one of the disposable masks he’d bought during flu season, and put it on.

“There. Happy now?”

You smiled sweetly. “Very.”

Atsumu flopped onto the bed with a groan, pulling the blanket over himself. As he lay there, sulking, you scooted closer and rested your head on his chest.

“I love you, you know that?” you murmured.

He grumbled. “Ya sure? Feels like ya hate me sometimes.”

You chuckled. “No, I love you. My hormones just don’t.”

He sighed. “Yer so lucky I love ya more than life.”

“I know. Pregnancy is so weird.”

And the worst has yet to come.

-

Atsumu should be asleep by now, but no, he had to be individually popping popcorn. One kernel at a time, as per your request.

He initially told you, “Yer kiddin’.”

You were not.

And that was how Atsumu found himself in the kitchen at three in the morning, painstakingly popping one kernel at a time in a tiny pan. Every time he accidentally popped more than one, you, who were sitting on a stool with your hands on your belly, would click your tongue disapprovingly.

“You put in two, Atsumu.”

“This is torture,” he grumbled, but he kept going.

-

“I want ice cream,” you said.

Atsumu perked up. “Oh, easy. What flavor?”

“I don’t know.”

He tilted his head to the side. “Uh… okay. I can get a few different kinds?”

“I need to taste them all.”

Atsumu frowned. “Like… all the flavors?”

“Yes.”

“… Babe, there are like fifty flavors at the ice cream shop.”

You nodded. “And I need to taste all of them before I decide which one I want.”

Atsumu let out a long, suffering sigh, but being the devoted husband he was, he marched straight to the ice cream parlor and ordered a ridiculous amount of sample cups. The poor employee stared at him in disbelief.

“You… want every flavor?”

“Yeah.”

“Every single one?”

“Yeah.”

“Sir, that’s—”

“My wife is pregnant, and if I don’t do this, I might not make it to the end of the week.”

The employee, upon hearing this, immediately started getting to work.

When Atsumu got home, you took one spoonful of each, nodded, and, after going through every single cup, announced:

“I don’t want ice cream anymore.”

Atsumu fell to his knees. Defeated.

-

“I need you to stand in the corner for a while.”

Atsumu looked up from his phone, confused. “Huh?”

“The corner. Stand there.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I just feel like you should.”

Atsumu squinted. “Babe, are ya makin’ me into a damn decoration?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

Atsumu sighed but did it anyway. He stood in the corner of your living room for a full ten minutes while you sat on the couch, happily watching TV. At some point, Osamu FaceTimed him, took one look at the scene, and hung up.

-

The next day, you called him while he was at practice, which was rare in itself because you did just leave messages whenever you knew he was practicing.

“Babe,” you said in a tone that made his stomach drop.

“… Yeah?”

“I need you to bring me a cheeseburger.”

He let out a relieved laugh, wiping the sweat off his brow. “That’s easy! I’ll grab ya one on my way ho—“

“But replace the buns with pancakes.”

Atsumu froze. “Come again?”

“You heard me.”

“I dunno if I did, sweetheart.”

“Pancakes. Instead of buns. Oh, and I want honey to go with it.”

Atsumu nearly dropped his phone.

“Yer messin’ with me.”

“I’m really not.”

And you weren’t. That evening, he stood in the kitchen, flipping pancakes with the precision of a professional chef before assembling the most unholy creation he’d ever laid eyes on—a cheeseburger with pancake buns, honey drizzled over the meat.

You took a bite and hummed softly. “Oh my god, this is better than sex.”

Atsumu, who had spent hours perfecting his technique in the bedroom, felt personally offended by that.

-

“Atsumu,” you murmur. “I need you to switch sides of the bed with me.”

He sighed. “No.”

“Atsumu.”

“[Name], baby, darlin’—I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because my side is closer to the door in case of an intruder.”

You chuckled quietly. “Tsumu, please. I need to sleep on that side.”

Atsumu stared at you, conflicted. He had never—not once—slept on the other side. It was unnatural. Wrong. It went against the very foundations of your marriage.

But you were looking at him with those tired, hormonal, pleading eyes. And he was sure you’d tell him you could barely see your feet now and often experience heartburn, all because of his unborn baby.

With a heavy sigh, Atsumu switched sides with you.

“You’re a good husband,” you whispered, patting his cheek.

Atsumu, lying in the unfamiliar position, staring at the wrong wall, whispered, “I’m a broken man.”

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[ariadne-mouse]

I feel fandom would get along a lot better if there was mutual understanding that liking a character, agreeing with a character, and thinking the character is well constructed/executed are all separate (if often overlapping) positions, each with their separate tastes and subjectivities. Also: character portrayals are intended to make the audience feel things; this is separate from (if often overlapping with) analyzing/appreciating their actions and role in the story.

[cosmique-oddity]

Happy Valentines, let’s make that capitalist day into something Centered around every kind of Love ❤️

Besides Primus said you are loved 🫵

First time I drew Rung and it’s very comforting

@keferon your AU, sir, shockwave’s flower is both for you and Blurr !

You guys are free to send these to your friends as long as somewhere im mentionned :DD

[cacaocheri]

tumblr user cacaocheri is having inconsolable thoughts about sun fnaf.

these drawings are inspired by some tags I put in a post yesterday 👍👍👍 im too lazy to rewrite but I included a screenshot of them in the read more

[maxivstappen]

𝐅𝟏 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔

featuring ; max verstappen , lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , george russel , daniel ricciardo , franco colapinto

🎙️:: a maxivstappen post ?? in 2025 ??? what’s going on

ANGST | MASTERLIST | TEXT MASTERLIST

🎙️:: reblogs are heavily appreciated as always, thanks for reading !

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

i vote that next year instead of reading Dracula we do a Jeeves & Wooster Book Club. those two never got the rabid tumblr shipping fandom they deserved (disqualified for the sheer technicality of being published a century too soon). we must correct this injustice

[technically-human]

St. Hilarion's ghost story

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] Decisions, decisions...

The toon doubts himself. He knows well the lurking dangers of loving such a man as Gavriel Huffman, the mobster himself told him so.

But letting go of something so dearly beloved and precious will be hard, won't it?

This was drawn on Magma! Real fun website to draw with friends, check it out.

[octylish]

Can you make tonight last just a little longer?

I don't want to wake up.