#(am i projecting

[upsidedownwithsteve]

on duty for a 4.50am feed and thinking about how dad!steve would take his baby to all the autumn things. pumpkin patches and corn mazes and hayrides. the first halloween as a new family is a Thing™️ and careful consideration went into costumes. he’d carve pumpkins and put out candy and it doesn’t matter if his baby can’t walk yet, he’s dressing that kid up as something absolutely adorable and taking them round the streets with a little basket for their treats.

[rueclfer]

thinking about izuku having a really hard time in university and struggling to keep up and make friends and make his mom proud and all he wants to do is scrreeaaamm and lose his shit

[lexithwrites]

Regulus is secretly a hopeless romantic and even though he isn’t a gamer he plays stuff like dragon age and baldurs gate purely to have magic and fuck the hot characters (but also to know what falling in love is like)

[conanssummerchild]

not to nancy hate on main but this is literally her acknowledging that her brother's best friend going missing and then dying was traumatic for him but then never being shown to actually try and TALK to him or even do ANYTHING about it, and remember this is a tv show, there is no 'offscreen', thats like the whole mileven offscreen atraction bs, if they wanted to show nancy caring for mike they couldve, they made time to show jonathan caring for will even tho he wasnt even in the show in s1.

yes nancy had her own shit going on but i just think the recurring pattern of her not being shown to care for her brother is very interesting

[nemaliwrites]

you know when you have a long week at work but then the weekend comes around and you’re like “yay I am going to NOT think about work” but it doesn’t matter bc your brain betrays you and you start DREAMING about work???

yeah…that happens to Apollo

[pixiesnooze]

just learned about swapping pins at the olympics and like kageyama getting a whole bunch of pins because people find him and his personality cute

[sunnycanwrite]

Barbara Gordon is that friend who is constantly adopting siblings. Like she's sees a kid ( or even someone older than her) and is like

"That is my younger sibling, they don't know it yet but they are."

And she never mentions it. She just mentally sees them as her siblings. Steph, Cass, her younger sisters. Jason, she saw him as her you her brother the moment she met him.

[monanaism]

leo saw the new izumi card and proceeded to compose the most beautiful love ballads known to man

[sampigehoovu]

the faint smell of rain hitting the earth

Kundavai x Vandiyadevan 

Kandukondain Kandukondain AU

Yes, or no?

It was another day, with another potential groom arriving at her doorstep; to scrutinise and judge her. She wore the red silk saree, simple and plain with the gold kaasu chain. As she put long strands of jasmine in her hair, the doorbell rang. 

“Get the door,” her mother’s voice rang from the kitchen, where she was probably frantically frying bajjis for the visiting family. She sighed, flattened her hair once more before she pulled the latch and swung the door open wide. 

There was no family. Just one man. 

A sudden wave of shyness swept through her, she looked down. 

Dressed in brown pants, a very dull shirt over another checked shirt. She dared to steal a glance at his face. A head full of curly hair, a scruffy beard and dark brown eyes that were staring into hers. Startled when she met his eyes, he turned away, raising his hands to run it through his hair.

Vandiyadevan felt a sudden wave of shyness too, this woman standing in front of him was breathtaking. The red of her saree, the strands of jasmine falling over her shoulders, the elegant hand twisting the door knob, her light brown eyes, which he unexpectedly toppled into. Was she the owner of the house? Sensation and thought returned to him, he was here to do something else! 

He stepped in, “Hi, I’m Vandiyadevan,” he held his hand out. Before she could take it in hers, her mother came bounding out to greet him.

“Come in, son, come in! Have you come from the US?”

“Yes, New York. How did you know?”

“Did you come alone?”

He had looked thoroughly confused, this should have been Kundavai’s first warning but she just stood as he said, “I like handling things in a straightforward way." He brushed past her and walked in with her mother.  The calming breath she took in brought with it traces of tobacco, sweat, dust and sandalwood? Would the smoking be a problem, she wondered as she followed him into the main hall where her mother insisted she stay while they spoke. 

Vandiyadevan was awestruck by the house, it was perfect! He just had to get their permission to shoot now. He had begun the conversation and it had all gone downhill from there. They had mistaken him for a potential groom! The beautiful girl in the red saree had not said yes to giving them permission to shoot at her home, but to marry him. 

He was pushed out of the house, thoroughly annoyed by the entire episode until he had seen her standing on the balcony, crying. There he was, embarrassed by the whole ordeal. Only, she must have been more heartbroken. She had seen him looking, quickly wiping away her tears, but not hiding. He had walked back to where the film crew was working, in awe of this woman who he had just met, and who had agreed, in some twisted way, to marry him! 

. 

. 

.

When Arunmozhi had asked her, in a fit of his poetic inspiration, what kind of man she had wanted to marry, she had said, “I want him to have kind eyes.” 

The man sitting in her living room, with those brown eyes that reminded her of coffee and somehow the faint smell of rain hitting the earth, had kind eyes. Pushed to a corner, despite her misgivings, she had said yes, she’d marry him. He was handsome, and seemed like an educated young man, what was the worst that could happen? 

“The car met with an accident!”

“I’m an assistant director, I came to ask permission for a shoot!”

Her stomach had dropped, her hands growing cold when she realised he was not the potential bridegroom. A total stranger who had not come for her hand, but something else entirely. She was initially mortified, at the confusion only for a wave of utter humiliation to take over her when she realised that she had agreed to marry someone she had barely spoken a word to. She ran to the terrace, tears streaming down her face without her even noticing. 

When she had moved to her grandfather’s village with her mother and her younger brother, she had made her peace with many changes. From spending her time with computers and codes, she had jumped into administering not just an educational institution, but various other organisations and charities her grandfather had started. She accepted her changing roles in life with grace. Her mother, who had taken over the running of the household, depended on her. Her younger brother, a dreamer who only came alive to poetry. Along with her ailing grandfather, they formed the centre of her life in the small village that had unexpectedly become home. 

Her fiance’s death had been unexpected, she had never had much attachment to the man but he had died and left her with the taint. But she had accepted that too, she was not auspicious or lucky, she would not marry into some family and be called the Lakshmi of the house. She was cursed by the stars and there was no amount of pujas or penances that would solve the problem. Yet, her mother kept trying to find her a suitable groom. As the years went by, they had become less suitable and more desperate. Her mother kept trying and she did not have the heart to tell her that it was a hopeless quest. Kundavai, the perfect daughter, was not so perfect after all. 

She felt eyes on her, there he was, Vandiyadevan looking up at her from the street. He seemed mortified by the entire episode too, but he had not been the one to blame. He was not cursed, as she was. She wiped away her tears, and couldn’t bring herself to look at him again.

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I love Sense and Sensibility, I love Kandukondain Kandukondain. They adapted the novel to both the context and the time so well. Tabu played Elinor/Sowmya with such grace and ease.

Kundavai and Elinor/Sowmya seemed alike in the way that they take up responsibility for their families, which was the only strand of similarity I could find but I ran with it. More to come as I rewatch the movie and reread the book!

[cwcthzl]

nsfw // richie looks like the type of guy who would find calling his partner 'mommy' extremely hot despite being an homosexual and i find it exceptionally amusing

[thisantithesis]

when regulus was younger he always wanted to be seen by others. whether it was friends, his brother sirius, or even his parents, he just wanted his existence to be acknowledged. sirius was always there with him, at parties his parents hosted or at night when neither of them wanted to sleep by themselves, until he ran away and suddenly regulus was alone. as he grew up he found it hard to make friends with people, forced to watch others from the sidelines, so he had to make himself be okay with that loneliness. it isn’t until he meets james that he knows what it’s like to feel seen, to have someone actively try and pick you out from a crowd, to be that person for someone else; and now he doesn’t think he could ever go back to the aching loneliness he felt before james became part of his life.

[amiwritesthings]

(idk if you're doing dff but! if you are!) What sense memories do John/Dean/Sam relate to or evoke in each other? Good or bad, sexy or not, any dadfucker combination that you prefer 🤲🏽

hey hi maggie, i am and what a wonderful question this is omg

i think one of the most obvious things would be that funky fast food/gas station/feet/sweat stink of the impala. it is kinda disgusting but one whiff of it and they are back in that car cruising down a long stretch of highway, singing off-key zeppelin, eating beef jerky, the legos rattling in the vent. this might actually go for all three, kind of a family thing.

the smell of warm metal, of motor oil, the metallic stench of a wrench left on his hand. memories of tinkering with the car with john when they had time, the taste of his first beer from the cooler john always brought out for that. memories of quick and dirty fixes to get them back on the road. it's especially hard when he fixes the car back up after john's death. he *wants* to fix it, but every damn second under/in/next to that chunk of metal reminds him so much of john, it is comforting and killing him at the same time.

on a more personal level, for dean i think it might be the smell and taste of smoke and whiskey. bc often that is what john would smell like after a rough night, a long hunt, on a regular tuesday. he remembers the taste of ash and smoke on his tongue from that first kiss, the sharp sting of bottom-shelf liquor. and it's easy to recreate. he sneaks out to smoke sometimes, when sam is busy and he just needs a moment. and sometimes he wakes in the middle of the night and in that moment before he's fully conscious he can see it so clearly, john at the rickety table, watching him sleep, tapping ash into an already overflowing ashtray, telling him to go back to sleep.

which brings me to: john's voice. he can still hear it so clearly in his mind all the time, when he's in danger, when he's drunk, when he's about to fall asleep. it's something that's always been there. he remembers john reading him stories, he remembers the shout for him to go long in the yard. he remembers when it turned sharper, orders, that had his spine straightening and his chin jutting, the low, raspy murmur of it against the shell of his ear with john balls-deep inside. and sometimes when he's in a bar or at a truck stop and he hears someone with a voice that sounds almost like that (almost, never perfect, but almost, and almost has to be good enough), he lets those men fuck him, lets them run their mouths and dean can close his eyes and just pretend, feel the rasp against his eardrums that makes his skin prickle in the best way and it's almost like john's right there.

[xxx-ameonna-xxx]

when artists draw natsu's hair kinda normal bc it's too hard 💀

[flaresanimedump]

I realize that Ranpo's parents were trying to give him a 'normal childhood' so he didn't get conceited or whatever, but seeing what it did to him I can't help but dislike them for it. He's completely unprepared for the world, so much so that he cannot understand anyone outside of the two of them. Did they just keep him sequestered on a farm totally away from the world? We know they told him he was no different than anyone else. They were probably telling him that any time he came close to realizing what was going on himself, gaslighting him just to maintain that dream of a 'normal childhood.'

And when all this in Origins goes down he's fourteen. In Japan that's when you can choose to continue on to high school or legally move out and get a job. When, exactly, did they plan on telling him he was different? At what point would it be ok for him to handle his own mind? He's too old to adjust by the time he's forced to - and he's forced to by their deaths. His parents didn't even have a contingency plan for him if they died. No note saying "oh so, just fyi, you're way smarter than everyone else," just a vague mention of a police academy that didn't even work out because they hadn't prepared him for it.

His parents had 14 years to actually teach him how to exist in society as a genius, because they knew how, but they ran from that responsibility and nearly crippled him in doing so. It takes Ranpo twelve years to recover from the amount of time they kept him from the truth, and he suffers a lot and becomes more conceited than ever as a result of their negligence. He has to grow up all over again because they made it impossible to grow up when he was actually supposed to do it.

Anyway this is a Ranpo's parents hate blog.

[xamaxenta]

Idk im really against the whole forgive your parents trope in media it feels very eyeroll to me

Maybe im cynical bitter and all that fun stuff from my own less than fun experiences but I was thinking about if Roger would ever show up in pokemon au bc I’ve mentioned several times how he’s a deadbeat who got himself lost and whats why Ace never had a dad in his life and he’s fucked up about it because his mom loves him still and Ace cant understand why if the mans never around whats so great about him

Why does his mom still love and speak of him fondly if he never comes back for them?

Idk how it can be redeemable but Roger is probably a foolish man with an untameable thirst for adventure and thats why he’s been away, like even Rayleigh his best friend never got any calls or whatever to say hes even alive god

But i just thought about Roger appearing on Ace’s doorstep, the resemblance is frankly uncanny and Marco gets to rise earlier than he would’ve liked on his day off with the sound of fire engulfing one of the old (empty) storage barns

And Ace might become something unhinged in the next several minutes, say some awful things he doesn’t mean, fights his father with a team of five fire type Pokémon that would die for him and Ace loses

Snarls at this strange unfamiliar person to leave him alone and it all condenses into him crying uncontrollably in Rogers arms because where the f. U ck was he?

Anyway it doesnt make much sense but it made me go 🥺

[respiteresponse]

that last post i just rb by angela made me so fucking insane i seriously want to jump into traffic. cdream getting out of prison and having next to nothing, doing next to nothing, just fuck its so REAALLL its so real. the prison was sickness for him, a year or so is a long fucking time to be chained down, all consumed, sick sick sick being sick for so fucking long not only sick and hurt but alone ? he couldnt have even reached out if he tried. and then when one person broke the barrier, ctechno, and helped get him out, gave him that sliver of support he needed to run its like fucking heaven. you run on ecstasy for 24 hours and then you crash and you never ever ever get that feeling back. being free from your abuse torment starvation depravation and chains will never feel as good as they did. you can hole up in the dark but without that oppressive force keeping you there your weakness is ultimately pointless. there is nothing for you to do except miss the times you were held down, seek it out to no avail. he tries to move on with his life, his plan, because this was all for a plan all that hurt was for a plan but is there even an end in sight ? it doesnt feel like it. the plan is nothing and there is nothing. might as well do fuck all. cause youll never ever get anything you ever had back. you have nothing. he is nothing . he achieved nothing.