#-seriously because like. then it's tolerable

[ab121500]

Been thinking about Rook and Illario's relationship.

It takes a while for Aylewin to warm up to Illario.

And by “a while” I mean literal years.

Lucanis and Rook have been married for a few years, and that entire time she has an attitude. She hates him. Says harsh things. She only stops saying them as loudly or as publicly once her daughter is born. She may hate Illario for what he has done, but Lucanis wants Illario in their daughter's life and Aylewin will be damned if her daughter says such mean things without knowing why her mother hates him.

She keeps her bitterness in check, only letting it out when she's 100% sure her baby can't hear or see them.

Her second pregnancy, Illario ends up being the one beside her at some appointments. She'd go alone, but being poked by a doctor and trying to handle an inquisitive baby means she needs help and because Lucanis is handling Talon stuff (something is going on but he wont tell her) and her sister has work, and there is no way in HELL she will let Caterina join her, so its Illario by process of elimination.

Illario does not bring her any comfort; does not ease her nerves, but what he does do is be an excellent babysitter. Lace (her eldest) adores him, and he always is able to make her laugh so he can stay. Slowly, slowly she tolerates him a little more.

Once her second is born, another little girl by the name of Emily, things go a little bit back to normal. Aylewin is still snippy, she still doesn't like him, but she keeps her comments to herself. Though she does get a bit mad that Emily loves Illario more than either of her parents. From the second he held her the first time she had won him over, and Aylewin couldn't bring herself to take that away from him. Hell, her first word is Rio, as in Illario. He is her favorite person in the entire world.

So when Emily gets seriously hurt because of a house war and is in serious critical condition for like, 4 or 5 weeks Illario and Aylewin bond. He's the only one who completely supports her forcing the people who injured Emily to stay alive until she's stable (these guys are literally like, disemboweled and other horrible things and death would be the kindest most humane thing to do, I'm working on a whole thing about that). Even Lucanis is like “Love, maybe we should-” and she cuts him off and refuses. Just. No. These fuckers hurt my baby, they do not get to just die. Illario just stands next to her and nods.

Because Lucanis has to handle the house war going on in the background (which Aylewin basically ended, no one with a brain wants to be in the state the people responsible for harming her child are in) and because Illario was Emily's favorite anyway, Illario spends a lot of time by her bedside. He helps Aylewin give her medicine, reads her to sleep, comforts Aylewin when everything hits her and she starts to sob. And in turn; when he has a breakdown after seeing how kind and how much love Rook and Lucanis shower their kids with, she comforts him.

Illario becomes a staple in their lives after that, and by their 3rd/4th kids (a set of twins) he and Aylewin are thick as thieves. And Lucanis is so happy, even if it took a lot of time, because the old Illario is back.

[hauntingjasper]

Chuuiickensnek (+headcanon design for Vinny)

[junkdrawerfan]

Adding these tags because they are very nice: #adding on to the sleep thing#around hour 40 of no sleep your brain starts to work at way way less than capacity#if you take about a 2h powernap in between you can stretch your no-sleep streak to 48h operating at 80% capacity#or more actually. like 52h-ish?#but the power nap is IMPORTANT#and low levels of physical activity#personal experience#i *am* however the type of person with a freakish sleep cycle#meaning i can sleep anytime anywhere everywhere#and don’t get jet lag#+ can pull the 52h above with no caffeine#so unless you’re the same type of person don’t do this#but even if the batfam were all that type of person#or trained to be ig#they’ll still need the full 8-10h after to recover#more than 3d of no sleep — you’re a dead man walking @flipboxing --

#they’re human#let them be human#HALLELUJAH#SOMEONE SAID IT#this is also my pet peeve from hell#i have had bruised ribs cracked ribs & broke ribs (don't ask) ain't no swinging happening hell ain't no leaning or twisting either#an' you just cannot fight effectively if you can't lean twist bend - especially if fighting multiple opponents#for the bats not to take their health as serious if not more than Olympic athletes is beyond bogus#if nothing else ol bats himself wouldn't tolerate it as body fails due to poor maintenance n recovery equals mission fail#plus these folks are not stupid - stupid dies & gets others killed pulling the work these folks do#i've also sprained n strained ankles n knees as well as had a groin pull & a concussion or two (i sed don't ask) ain't no effective fighting#with any of those & adrenaline is a wonder chemical but it cannot compensate for mechanical defects for long when at all#tldr their bodies are one of their two primary weapons & they WILL be maintaining them properly#the other is their minds - we all rant n joke about therapy - BUT BY ALL THE GODS N DEVILS - they would have that as well#as would the rest of the titans n jl - fighting rescuing retrieving for a vocation living career - you keep both maintained#OR YOU FUCKING FAIL AT YOUR JOB WHICH IS DO YOUR BEST SAVE WHO YOU CAN AND COME HOME SO YOU CAN DO IT AGAIN#yes yes sacrifice plays however they're not as frequent as writers in & out of canon depict#they just *suck* n *hurt* when they do as they should#failure to take injuries seriously failure to refrain from overwork of any sort is in fact failure#and yes i do think the bats flip flop n fly on the razor edge between i am a human a person who chooses to function as a weapon or a shield#and i *am* only a weapon or a shield i am not a human or a person#downtime helps maintain that balance and pragmatically speaking reduces the odds of Hi! I am a villain now! events @tigerliliesandcherryblossoms

I know it’s for the angst and maybe it’s a thing in canon cause comic books. But if the batfamily are just human — Just straight 100% human — then they cannot hide their injuries.

A sprained ankle, once sprained, is easier to sprain. A bruised rib can turn into a fractured rib. A cut can get infected. A bruise can be hiding internal bleeding. All injuries, if ignored, can get worse.

First off. Just to clarify. The reality of the situation is that our very fun fleshy human characters just cannot be getting as hurt as frequently as they do in fics. In the comics, Bruce getting bruised ribs is a sign he is not taking care of himself and is being reckless and dangerous after Jason’s death. This might have changed in modern comics (that’s dumb. Batman doesn’t get hurt because he’s skilled and prepared. If they’ve changed that for shock or vibes, it’s stupid.) but it just can’t be true. The human body doesn’t heal that fast. There is no “magnify the sun to heal faster” tech for the batfamily. It’s one thing if Bruce used magic so they could insta-heal. But he doesn’t like magic either!

Bruised ribs and sprained ankles which seem “not that bad” in a lot of fics can keep a professional athlete from practice for weeks if not months. Let’s not even get into how it can affect a professional during the actual game/race/event.

The batfamily — who must be operating at peak physical fitness and pushing their bodies to the physical limit on top of the rigorous training/working out they do to enhance their skills — must 1) treat their bodies intelligently, 2) have some kind of rest day system so their bodies don’t shut down from the stress and 3) treat every injury seriously and timely to avoid exasperation and unnecessary healing time.

I get its comic books. I get Damian has such perfect awareness of his body he can shift his organs (ew.) to avoid being fatally stabbed. He’s still just a guy! They’re all just guys in super cool futuristic body armor and some neat gadgets.

(Side note: That body armor has gotta have some kind of kinetic dispersion system like Black Panther’s to keep the bruises minimal. Which means that body armor has to be good at stopping knives and guns from piercing the human flesh underneath. Which means that body armor cannot have any obvious flaws or weaknesses like only the cape is bulletproof and short shorts revealing the femeral artery!

(What I mean is maybe Dick and Jason had some like flesh colored armor leggings. Please let me live in delusion!)

Plus there has to be under layers. The color pattern top might be spandex or some kind of colored Kevlar-like fabric, but there must be special under garments, jock straps, compression shorts, ankle and wrist wraps. Something! Just Kevlar against bare skin would be impossible. Think of the rash! The sweat!There must be some kind of sweat-slicking layer or something that keeps you cool while you exert yourself running around a massive city like Gotham*. Otherwise they’d pass out from overheating!)

And since they’re just guys, when they get injured it is a big deal! They cannot hide their injuries, especially if they’re working with others. Injuries mean physical limitations which means your teammates have to pick up the slack. If your teammates don’t know they have to pick up the slack, not only are you endangering yourself but you are endangering your teammates.

And no matter how frustratingly emotionally constipated the bats are, no way are they choosing to risk their friends and family welfare for the sake of pride.

Think about it:

If you have mobility issues then you’re on sidewalk duty? Youre walking or motorcycle. Either way you’re off rooftops until you can safely grapple without pulling some stitches on your side or exasperating the ache in your upper back.

If you hide it and then you lose your gripe on your grapple because you have a full body flinch from pulling something and your teammates have to catch you or you die. Well that’s stupid. That’s a stupid way to die. No ego is worth that stupid death.

If you’re not sleeping which means your reaction time is sloppy** then you’re just not patrolling. There is plenty of work that doesn’t require the bats to be fighting around the city. The detective work can be done at a desk looking through camera footage, tracking down informants or victims or witnesses, or just mining the web for info. Plus paperwork, gadget maintenance, and the other fussy work that happens when you don’t have a company dedicated to maintaining your status of superhero like Ironman does.

All I’m saying is I know the cool part is the swinging and the patrolling and the fighting. Having an injury — a serious one with bone and blood — sounds cool and adds tension. Hell hiding an injury sounds like something they would do because they’re emotionally stunted idiots who don’t want to be a burden on their loved ones, right?

But they’re Bats! They’re effective, efficient, smart. They are human with human limits that can keep up with Supers and Flashes and Themyscirans. But to do that, they have to be managing their human limits intelligently.

TLDR: The BatFam cannot be getting injured that frequently or hiding injuries from teammates — the family or otherwise — without becoming massive liabilities in the field which would make their jobs nearly impossible to complete at the level of excellence they must do to keep up with the rest of the superhero community.

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* By the way, Gotham is a city with a population of 10 million. For reference, NYC has 8 million people. Gotham also has enough land to have entire city blocks permanently unoccupied. Think about that! If NYC had a plot of land unoccupied, it would be built up into housing and business space immediately because space is a hot commodity in a city of 8M! How much fucking space does Gotham have!!!

** Yes you can survive without any sleep up to 30 days but that’s because by day 30 your organs shut down. Lack of sleep starts costing you as soon as 36 hours without sleep. They have to be sleeping a full 8-10 hours (or more because again they’re moving so much!) at some point to keep up. If they have insomnia then maybe they take something to go to sleep like a special bat-ambien.

[fedoraspooky]

Just saw some posts about how all the recent irritating changes at tumblr were made for the purpose of chasing growth.

And all i can say is, there's something kinda beautifully ironic about the possibility of tumblr's eventual downfall being due to their endless need for Biggering driving the natural wildlife away.

[cupcakewebkinz]

You know, I was thinking about an idea I had then realized just how angsty it would be on one side and how much fluff it would be on the other and I'm curious about other people's ideas too ngl

So like, I was toying around with the idea of Shanon coming back to Gardenview and snatching up the loser lesbians and bringing them home with her to save from... Whatever happened. Shanon has no idea, she was never allowed to know, so she just has two VERY traumatized toons now. She'll know how to keep Shelly entertained and happy, she was ALWAYS with Shelly, but I highly doubt she'd know how to keep Vee in check at all.

Vee would probably quickly spiral into a mental crisis about it too, as now everything has been destroyed in her eyes. Nobody remembers her gameshows because they ended years ago, nobody remembers her because Gardenview closed years ago, nobody's interested in learning about her as she's outdated technology to them now. She'd be alone, only able to quiz Shelly now, but she's heard all her questions and knows all the answers by now. She'd probably start self isolating because she just doesn't know what to do with herself, lashing out at Shanon because she genuinely doesn't understand why people aren't fans of her anymore and wants to blame someone except herself. She would be such a wreck and probably have major beef with any new technology Shanon brings home because it replaced her in her mind. Vee is now just... Vee. She's not a celebrity any more, she's not loved by anyone except the toon handler who took her in and her now popular dinosaur girlfriend, and she would not have a clue what to do about it.

Shelly would most likely have the opposite problem, she looks like a living toon just wandering around like she's a common sight to see - of course people would notice! Kids would ask her about fossils and she'd happily tell them all about what she is and their minds would be blown by how much she knows, she'd probably be asked to play by kids who think she looks really neat and be dragged to the sandbox to 'fossil hunt' whenever Shanon takes them to the park. Shanon very much would hide plastic fossils in there too just to see Shelly smile, like she used to before her museum shut down. She'd be such an interesting sight to see that she'd get stared at, often asked what she actually is, and probably would be the talk of the town for a while. Eventually everyone would know that Shelly is just there to have fun, don't bother her too much, but at first everyone would be so shocked by a living breathing toon they'd swarm the poor thing! I'm sure Shelly would be just a little irritated by the constant unwarranted attention and stares, but so happy she's no longer forgotten.

Their roles would reverse is what I'm getting at here. It gives so much Vee angst to work with and Shelly comfort... I am brainrotting over this idea if that's not obvious

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Both my parents actually suffer from HORRID emotional dysregulation and are prone to snapping and going into rages. My sister is the same way tbh. I am now realizing this is why they are constantly baffled by the question of whether or not I am mad at them.

I don't have external meltdowns.

I could. I don't let it happen.

I keep my rage on the inside and stay pretty quiet about it. It's just as strong as theirs [physically shaking nose bleed from high blood pressure kind of bad], but like as a kid I saw how terrifying it was to be around [dad breaking dishes, mom putting our lawn chairs into walls] and I just internalized that I wasn't going to wear that anger on the outside.

So my mother genuinely cannot tell if I am just being quiet or if I am silently hearing the dial-up noises of pure rage. This has lead her to both making strong and confident statements like "You are a pacifist who would never hurt a fly U.U" but also acting like I am secretly dangerous maybe... It's because she has never seen me snap.

She knows what her temper is like [throwing chairs through walls], she knows what my father's temper is like [pick up child and toss out door], and she can tell I am being tested, but she doesn't know what happens when I snap or where that breaking point is.

Her -perhaps unhinged- solution to this, my whole life, has been to do things that should obviously enrage me or shut me down completely, like ignoring important boundaries, repeatedly, punishing me for expressing emotions or needs at all, etc... And then to constantly ask me if I am angry with her when I get too quiet [right after near directly telling me to shut up].

It has occurred to me now, they have never once seen me lose my temper, so they literally just can't tell if I am angry at them. My sister is easy, my mother fights and screams with my sister constantly, my mother understands this. My mother doesn't have any grasp of feelings or boundaries that are not screamed at her [apparently, and I fear my sister is the same way]. Her and my sister are close despite constant fucking fighting because they understand each other.

They are trying to get me to engage the same way and it is not working. I realize now that this has been hard for them.

I was so successfully taught to suppress my emotions, by being punished for any outburst, that rage quiet looks the same as any other kind of quiet from the outside. To them anyway.

I did tell her. For the record. I used my words. I did tell her very calmly that my response to rage, in order to avoid doing the things that terrified me as a child, was to simply leave [the autistic urge to GTFO]. When a situation or person causes too much of the dial-up rage noise, I simply extract myself from that situation, up to and including never speaking to a person again. I explained this calmly. I explained it calmly 100 times and I explained that I explain myself calmly as my rage response 1-5 [also pretty much every other negative emotion tbh], and I told her that what came next was me simply opting out and fucking off. I told her this. I couldn't understand why she never took me seriously, or why she never fucking understood.

I couldn't understand what made her like this.

But it's the same problem I have with everyone else multiplied by a factor of 10.

If I am explaining myself calmly, they can't understand that it's actually serious or that I am actually upset. ESPECIALLY because they read me as "female" and women "aren't that rational" so if I am not screaming and crying about something, which I never do, people assume I can't be upset and it isn't serious.

And then after having my boundaries ignored too many times despite having calmly explained how and why it's a problem [shaking inside or not]... I leave. I leave and everyone gets upset like this is unexpected behaviour, even though I told them 50 times that is how I would respond if they kept doing *the thing.*

And for neurotypical people especially, they are expecting there to be a disconnect between what someone says they need or feel and what their actually boundaries and feelings are, and they expect the latter to be demonstrated with emotions. Telling them bluntly you do not function that way somehow never helps?

My mother isn't just looking for normal yelling or a few tears to know I am serious, whether or not I do those either [I don't], she's looking for an explosion to know there's a problem at all.

Fucked if I know how she proceeds through life this way in general or if this is just her expectation of her own kids???

And I couldn't get why my mother couldn't read my emotions and didn't seem to think I have any. It's because she's testing for the rage limit to see where my 'actual' limit is instead of taking my word for it. Never the fuck mind that she could simply *not* test at my boundaries instead of letting me have them. Separate issue.

I couldn't figure out what made her *like this*

She's expecting me to throw a giant meltdown violent tantrum at people when I have 'actually' had enough. Maybe she got away with those being like 5'4" in another time, but I am the size of the average man, I do not get to have giant screaming rages, whether or not people perceive me consciously as a woman, and least of all because a lot of people -at least unconsciously- read me as 'masculine' or at least always "they guy" of the situation compared to all other women and some men [bigger stronger and more rational, more able to just absorb the damage and let it go so the less rational screaming/crying one doesn't have to be dealt with]. Even if it was in me to be willing to terrify people [usually never], there are such limited instances where it wouldn't just blow back on me. Potentially very dangerously.

I am going to be the quiet calm one. You are going to have to let me use my words, bitch.

So she kept ignoring my boundaries until I had to cut her out of my life, and she probably doesn't understand and probably thinks it feels sudden -after 36 long years of bullshit- abrupt and unfair.

But I told her hundreds of times.

I probably should have just screamed at her.

[777rare]

This disgusts me so so much...I don't even know if she is actually facing such miserable conditions but It reaches a point where everything she is saying just sounds made up...As I'm going through her account, all I see is her using her "illnesses" and "trauma" as an excuse for not delivering readings and ill-treating her clients.

She always mentions how she has been tortured in every way possible, like as if she has experienced several lifetimes of suffering in a single lifetime which is JUST NONSENSE.

You tell me? How is she going through all of this and still providing services? If she is going through so much and she knows she has no time, she can just take a break and tell her readers that she will be away for a while...But as a SCAMMER, she is over here, using the VICTIM CARD as much as she can and in the most disguisting way possible

Using such serious matters like R**e, strangulation, illnesses and so on, as a shield to get sympathy and have ur tantrums tolerated is not gonna work...and upon that you are using racism as a shield too..leave those girls alone, no one even asked you about them...it is so embarrassing to even see how you make such shitty excuses so easily...

Do you have any idea how many people out there are actually going through those things, you so easily mention as your problems? Do you have ANY idea how R**e actually affects a woman, Do you? she does not just come back online after that and cuzz at everyone or still continue her services..she needs so much time to heal from that trauma...she would not even talk about it with just anyone because SHE IS ASHAMED. You are over here telling us shit about ur ILLNESSES while other are actually going through them.

Fainting in a hospital and still using your phone, having a crack on ur skull and still using ur phone..having MULTIPLE accidents and somehow...still using ur phone...still providing services...still being able to stay online...STILL....Have some common sense when u make excuses at least...WHAT A SHAME.

Maybe ur doing it for the money so you can pay off hospital expenses but nah, You cannot pile up so many health issues and ACCIDENTS in such a short period of time as your reason for not providing readings properly...How are u active to tell us you cant give us a reading ma'am? maybe use that to tell ur readers, you will be refunding their money and will be discontinuing ur services for a while? but no. Just loot everyone and then use the VICTIM card, classic move.

SERIOUSLY?? delivering the reading, 6 MONTHS AFTER UR CLIENT BOOKED THE READING?? The level of patience ur clients had for you is mind blowing.

PART TWO AND LAST OF MY PREVIOUS SAGA: THE LION THE WITCH AND THE AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH.

READ PART 1 FIRST. https://www.tumblr.com/vamptarotscam/782110684016246784/the-lion-the-witch-and-the-audacity-of-this?source=share

I WILL SHARE THE MOST IMPORTANT PART IN THIS POST. SHE BELITTLED, INSULTED AND MOCKED HER CLIENT. TW: ABUSE MENTIONS.

SHORT INTRODUCTION FIRST.

Part 1 ended with @vamptarot coming up with new excuses as to why the reading hasn't been delivered yet. Mysterious electricity problems, mysterious illnesses and car accidents and injuries every single month. Interesting.

Now, we are at the end of February, specifically the 21st of February. The reading is yet to be delivered and @vamptarot keeps ghosting her client.

The client is finally starting to speak up for themselves. Wondering where the reading is and asking POLITELY. @vamptarot had the audacity to act out of line again.

"I don't like that you have to reach out constantly either". Then just deliver the service your client paid for, genius.

This is out of line enough as it is.

But now, @vamptarot gets confronted by the client who had THE RIGHT to know where their money went and when their service would be delivered.

AND NOW, THE WORST PART OF THEM ALL: @vamptarot INSULTS HER CLIENT ONCE AGAIN. Insulting their intelligence wasn't enough I see.

"It's yours I don't enjoy": HOW CAN YOU SAY THIS TO A PAYING CLIENT, @vamptarot? This is unbelievably disrespectful. You didn't even offer to refund them, if you hated it so much then why didn't you refund them? Pathetic. More and more excuses to come.

Now, not only does she insult her client but she also keeps bullshitting over and over again. Keeps lying and tries to GUILT TRIP HER CLIENT, mentioning oh so casually how she only has 3 pounds to her name.

Also, handling readings where abuse is supposedly present like this? Despicable. Truly despicable. Shame on you once again @vamptarot.

Notice how it's always the same story with @vamptarot.

She gets confronted about her reprehensible behaviour and all she has to share is another one of her stories which had nothing to do with what the client mentioned. We both know you should have refunded them instead of coming up with new stuff to use as a shield, @vamptarot.

Now, to more interesting stuff.

Once again, ANOTHER CAR ACCIDENT. How many car accidents can a person get into in the span of a few months? Her story keeps changing and changing. Mind you, this is March 02 and March 04.

Obviously the reading DOES NOT get sent for another few days.

YET ANOTHER CAR ACCIDENT.

IJBOL. No comment.

Two things I'd like for everyone to notice.

Calling your client passive aggressive for literally gaslighting them, belittling them and mocking them? Let alone all the lies, vile. @vamptarot be ashamed of yourself, seriously. I doubt you know what shame is at this point.

If you couldn't channel the intensity of the situation how come you haven't refunded them?

The reading got sent on March 7th, six months after the client paid for it, fyi.

THIS IS THE END OF THIS VICTIM'S SAGA.

@vamptarot Do the right thing and refund everyone whom you scammed.

[king-spite]

genuinely believe that the only correct way to approach the whole marecal vs mareven deal is to adore all three of them with your whole heart. and see them as a trio rather than a love triangle. like sorry but if you don't lowkey fw all of them and like each of them as a character on their own AND accept the many layers of the relationship they have with one another you're not getting things right :/

[selfship-confession-box]

to be quite honest. shipping with CANON (not headcanoned) exclusively gay/lesbian characters as someone of the gender they are explicitly not attracted to is a form of erasure and lowkey homophobic. 'just make them bi' is a bad take. bi people are amazing and valid but not everyone is bisexual??? 'theyre not real' is a bad take bc representation matters and i feel like that doesnt really need to be said. obviously the character isnt real and isnt offended but gay/lesbian selfshippers can see how much you dont gaf abt their identities. gay people exist in real life too!!! homophobia is still so acceptable in fandom spaces and its kinda wild.

Actually this one gets to skip the queue because we just had another anon push their luck about this. I WAS originally going to leave this in queue but now feels like a better time to nip this in the bud.

This is the LAST thing I'm saying about this topic because frankly it's the majority of what we've been getting recently and it's exhausting. All future asks about this topic WILL be deleted. AS STATED ABOVE. DO WHAT YOU WANT FOREVER. YOUR EXPERIENCE IS YOURS AND YOURS ALONE.

TAKING POTSHOTS AT EACH OTHER IS NOT A CONFESSION.

THAT'S CALLED BEING AN ASSHOLE.

k thanks bye

[tintedswindows]

“ten days?” adrien gasped, clutching at his chest like max had shot him. “you’ve been counting? that’s adorable, maxie. didn’t know you missed me that bad.” he bumped his shoulder into max’s as he passed, just hard enough to jostle. not quite enough to start a fight. yet. “you wound me. and here i thought we were bonded by our mutual disdain for the institution.” he spun away like a spurned lover in a victorian melodrama, arms thrown wide as he twirled straight into the path of a poor intern wheeling some equipment. without missing a beat, adrien sidestepped with a dancer’s grace, barely avoiding a collision, then turned back toward max with a grin that could’ve lit a small village — or burned it down. his movements were always a little too big for the space he occupied — half performance, half involuntary overflow. he perched dramatically on the back of a bench like a crow, legs crossed at the ankles, fingers drumming against his knee. his hands never stayed still, shoved in his pockets one second, running through his hair the next, gesturing wildly like he was building something invisible between them. max’s jabs rolled off him like water, but his eyes — dark and glittering with mischief — never left his friend’s face.

“i do like the sound of my own voice,” he admitted shamelessly, tilting his chin up. “it’s a very good voice. smooth. distinctive. you should hear how it sounds in the bedroom. all breathy and hoarse. you’d lose it, baby.” the boys had always been rough with each other, fighting each other since their youths, the definition of too much testosterone trapped in one room, jutting into each other's figure. adrien leaned in without warning, clapping both hands dramatically on max’s shoulders like he was about to deliver a speech. “but seriously, if you ever do lop your ear off, i’m keeping it. not because i care or anything — just for the aesthetic. something to hang from the rearview.” he didn’t flinch at the mention of his sister, nicolette — just narrowed his eyes slightly, lips twitching like he couldn’t decide whether to frown or smirk. “she talks about you constantly,” he deadpanned. “usually while she’s dry heaving. but i’m sure if you keep harassing her, she’ll file the restraining order under your name with the proper spelling this time.” he rose in one fluid movement, closing the distance again, all kinetic energy and irreverence. without asking, he stole max’s sunglasses from his shirt collar and shoved them onto his own face. “if you ever do grow a conscience,” he said, voice muffled by dramatic posing, “i’ll hold a small funeral for it. nothing fancy. just you, me, a candle, and a shovel.”

still, despite the bravado, there was affection beneath every sarcastic word, threaded in the way adrien hovered near max without fully leaning on him. in the angle of his body, always tilted toward the center of their shared gravity. he thrived on chaos — but max was the constant he kept returning to, orbiting like a star too arrogant to admit it needed light. he reached out without warning, slinging an arm around max’s shoulders in a lopsided, brotherly chokehold, all bony elbows and cocky warmth. “you’re lucky i keep you around,” he said, voice pitched low in that mock-sincere way he used when he was about to do something stupid. “no one else would tolerate that tragic attitude. or your face. or your taste in music.” and then, before max could wriggle free or retaliate, he leaned in and planted a loud, obnoxious kiss on the top of his head — more of a dare than affection, but still oddly affectionate, before releasing him with a flourish and dodging the inevitable shove with a grin that could start fires. “c’mon, maxie boy,” he said, already halfway out the door, waving a hand over his shoulder like a ringleader leading his favorite lion to the next disaster. “let’s go commit carbicide. i’m talking fries. hashbrowns. eggs. maybe pancakes if you’re good.” he didn’t look back, but his laughter echoed down the sidewalk like a fuse already lit. “but i’m still stealing off yours. tradition’s tradition, sweetheart.”

"  i’m  the  worst  student  in  existence?  "  max  echoed,  his  voice  dripping  with  theatrical  disbelief.  "  that’s  rich,  coming  from  the  guy  who  hasn’t  graced  the  doorstep  of  a  single  classroom  in…  "  max’s  words  dwindled  as  he  raised  a  hand  with  great  ceremony,  ticking  off  invisible  tallies  on  long,  expressive  fingers.  "  one,  two,  three,  four—ten  days. "  it  was,  without  a  doubt,  the  pot  calling  the  kettle  black.  maximo  himself  could  barely  lay  claim  to  better  habits.  though,  if  he  was  being  technically  honest,  he  had  managed  to  stumble  his  way  into  the  occasional  film  class.  the  ones  that  didn’t  require  the  indignity  of  waking  before  noon,  anyway.  his  fingers  absently  threaded  through  soft  curls  as  he  watched  adrien  spinning  about  with  such  frenetic  energy  that  max’s  head  started  to  swim,  despite  his  own  stillness.  every  grandiose  movement  made  him  ache  to  reach  out,  to  clamp  a  hand  over  his  friend’s  mouth,  to  haul  him  into  a  headlock  and  forcibly  anchor  him.  why  the  hell  was  he  so  goddamn  energetic?  perhaps  great  minds  misfire  in  the  same  direction  because  before  max  could  act,  adrien  closed  the  distance.  a  gangly  arm  slinging  itself  across  maximo’s  shoulders,  still  gesturing  and  flailing  like  he  was  conducting  some  mad  symphony.  

"  sometimes  i  think  you  like  the  sound  of  your  own  voice too much,  "  the  older  of  the  two  muttered  dryly,  narrowing  his  eyes.  "  because  honestly,  what  the  fuck  are  you  even  on  about?  "  it  was  an  impossible  thing,  staying  mad  at  adrien.  even  now,  drunk,  tired,  and  verging  on  a  level  of  hunger  that  bordered  on  biblical  suffering.  he  found  laughter  bubbling  in  his  chest,  irrepressible,  helpless  against  the  gleam  of  manic  joy  in  adrien’s  eyes.  "  why  wait  until  she  calls  you  dramatic?  "  he  said,  grin  sharpening  into  something  wicked.  "  go  ahead  and  lop  off  your  ear  now.  grow  your  hair  out,  hide  the  evidence.  then  you  can  whip  it  out  like  a  party  trick  at  dinner.  "  it  was  a  grim  suggestion,  but  it  tickled  maximo  all  the  same.  "  i  know  a  guy,  "  he  added,  tone  maddeningly  casual.  "  could  probably  preserve  it  in  a  jar.  you  could  wear  it  around  your  neck.  real  conversation  starter!  "  adrien  was  beginning  to  peel  away  when  max  reaches  out  on  impulse,  callous  fingers  sinking  into  the  other’s  cheeks  with  exaggerated  fondness,  a  crooked  smirk  playing  on  his  lips.  "  speaking  of  your  sister,  "  maximo  purred,  winking  shamelessly  as  he  finally  let  his  friend  go,  "  has  she  mentioned  me  lately?  "  it  was  all  good  fun,  of  course.  adrien’s  sister  was  family—had  always  been  family. there was less than nothing between them.  

but  max  found  a  particular  kind  of  sick  pleasure  in  poking  the  bear;  it  hardly  seemed  fair  for  adrien  to  be  the  only  one  who  got  to  have  his  fun.  "  for  the  record,  i  do  give  a  shit, "  max  said  loftily,  responding  to  some  half-forgotten  barb.  "  just  because  you’re  a  philistine  doesn’t  mean  the  rest  of  us  are.  "  he  was  being  contrarian  for  the  sake  of  being  contrarian.  nothing  in  the  exhibit  had  spoken  to  him  in  the  half  hour  they’d  be  aimlessly  wander,  but  agreeing  would  only  encourage  adrien's  worst  instincts,  and  max  simply  couldn’t  allow  that.  in  any  case,  he  was  glad  to  be  tugged  toward  the  exit,  the  stale  air  thick  with  the  mingling  scents  of  their  dueling  colognes,  the  continuings  of  a  headache  trailing  from  his  crown  to  bloom  just  behind  his  eyes.  "  i  think  we  both  know  i’m  very  good  at  sharing, "  he  said  over  his  shoulder  as  they  pushed  through  the  crowd,  voice  dripping  mock  sweetness.  "  but  we’re  ordering  two  plates  anyway,  you  greedy  little  bastard.  i  know  exactly  how  this  ends  otherwise.  "  which  was  typically  adrien  encroaching  on  max's  half  of  the  plate  until  everything  was  gone.

[teamfursonaaa]

justttt started metal masters so everything and i mean everything is subject to change, even my opinions on metal fusion could change because i still plan read the manga & rewatch some episodes in sub & in isolation (i watched it all w a friend) BUTTTTTT masamune the goat. masamune my friend. god he’s so refreshing as a character

[choking-on-roses]

I got Cyberpunk 2077 despite several people telling me not to and omg I am having so much fun. This game is great 10/10 would recommend

[alltheoutsinfreeeee]

is there any magical girl anime still out there that doesn't have any fanservice? Shows like Precure, Cardcaptor Sakura or Madoka?

And if there isn't, are there at least any shows where the fanservice isn't with elementary school girls?

[perpetuallyconfusing]

Do you know what dihydrogen monoxide is? It sounds scary doesn't it? Well jokes on you it's fucking water. We know water by water, or sometimes if we're being scientific we'll call it H2O

WELL H20 IS ITS FUCKING INITIALS

It Stands for dihydrogen monoxide! Dihydrogen means two hydrogen, monoxide means one oxygen

Its 2 hydrogen atoms and 1 oxygen atom! Aka WATER

Sodium chloride is table salt!

C12H22O11

AKA Dodecacarbon duokaieikosihydrogen hendeka oxygen

AKA 12 CARBON, 22 HYDROGEN, AND 11 OXYGEN ATOMS

THATS FUCKING CANE SUGAR

If you're afraid of chemicals you piss me off!

Chemicals are just combinations of multiple atoms!

Atoms make up everything!

Everything is fucking chemicals!

Your fucking SPIT is a chemical!

[strangerchurby]

Looking for some fanfic recs and would love for our community to help me find a variety of things to put in my back pocket for my bedtime story fixes. What I'm looking for is the general theme of 'Reunited Years Later'. I don't care if it's canon, in fact it's probably better if not given the other desires. Oh, minor note, they should be on Ao3 please, I just work better with keeping track of things there. Which are: Characters: Any combination of Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove (all others welcome around the edges, but one of these three should be MC)

Ships: Let's start with Gen is fine. I love Gen Fic (especially if in this case it's getting people back together for more USD fighting many years later or maybe a 'getting the band back together' theme). But I'm happy to have any combination of the above characters but also Stancy (but only if they were not romantically involved in the years apart), Munver (Jason has to have some background emotional improvement), Hellcheer, Tommy Hagan and either Steve or Billy.

AUs: Bonus points if it's 'getting the band back together' literally or metaphorically, Everyone Lives AUs, drawn back to Hawkins to fight the USD shit again years later, or No Upside-Down but reuniting after becoming successful/settled. Also bonus points if any of the boys has a kid.

Length: Either 4k+ if completed, or any level of WIP (including seemingly abandoned fic. Not that I don't like short short stuff too, but for bed time I prefer at certain length to let the sleepies settle in, and I find that hits at about 4k or more. Rating: Any is fine, but if it's higher rating i'd prefer it not just be a PWP. Any advice anyone has is just the best. Thanks! Just throw a fic name or link in the comments, or reblog with a link. You're all heroes.

[samglyph]

“Nine People you want to know better” tag game

I was tagged by @accirax <3

Last Song: 2012 by Will Wood (specifically the 2020 remastered version). I’ve grown a new appreciation for the Self-ish album after seeing the Real Will Wood (also @accirax I know you liked 6up 5oh so I might rec some of the songs on this album specifically)

Favorite color: Green :) shout out to gold and black right now though really enjoying gold and black atm.

Last Movie/TV Show: I’m counting The Real Will Wood as a movie since I saw it in a theater on a screen but otherwise Percy Jackson

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: savory, sweet, and then spicy.

Relationship status: single

Last thing I googled: James Percival Everett (a relative wants me to buy them a book but that book doesn’t come out for a couple months)

Current Obsession: Murderbot. I am rotating it in my head at all times. Also Will Wood I’ve listened to self-ish like four times today. Sorry. Good news there might be art out of this.

Tag “Nine” People: @thesbians @tubular-toby @sevendeadlyhomunculus @bluejayblueskies @telethiaspawn @cielle-b @fruttaseccx @physical-manifestation-of-spite @demekii and anyone interested but no pressure :)