#Based on real life

[consumerofshorthomies]

I would most definitely amass a fandom that is extremely divided in shipping, there is no doubt about it. also they would put me in all the situations and it would not be very far from cannon because, DAMN, I am already in so many situations

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Headcanon bc of a thing my brother does and Billy is just Like That™️

Billy wears a necklace with two charms holding two Obol’s, coins used to pay Charons fare, so if anything happens to him and he winds up in Hades he has the ability to get ferried across as a soul

My brother does something similar of having two penny’s with metal holding them as charms and calls them “His extra two cents”, so I’m taking his joke and turning it into Billy being prepared for an untimely demise (which happens a lot with him)

[seth-whumps]

yall dehydration headaches are no joke. standing up is a Chore. you really do stumble forward like a JRPG protagonist unexpectedly communicating with a god, one hand up to the forehead, wincing against the sudden pressure, steadying against the staircase banister so you don't fall down the stairs... dehydrate your whumpees. do it.

[rhysiana]

Because I saw a post about how modern AU WWX would probably actually be as tall as LWJ, if not taller, since so many modern AUs don't feature him suffering as much childhood privation as canon, which reminded me of another thought I have had, about how an early life period of interrupted growth can in fact just delay a person's growth spurts rather than eliminating them. Thus: WWX who gets confusingly taller after graduating from college.

3 People Wei Ying Talked to About Suddenly Getting Taller and 1 Person Who Definitely Noticed On His Own

[Now also on AO3]

Wen Ning

Wei Ying looked down at his feet, perplexed. "Wen Ning?" he yelled down the hall. "Did something weird happen to the washing machine that you didn't tell me about?"

Wen Ning popped his head around the door to Wei Ying's room. "No? I don't think so."

"Then why are all my pants suddenly too short?" A new thought occurred to him and he looked up, now delighted. "Wen Ning! Are you actually pulling a prank on me? I know I don't have all that many clothes, but still, this must have taken so much work! I respect the dedication." He held out a fist.

Wen Ning just blinked at him. "I think... maybe you got taller, actually?"

Wei Ying scoffed. "I'm way too old for a growth spurt. Seriously, did Nie Huaisang put you up to this?"

Wen Ning gave up arguing and simply produced a tape measure instead.

~*~

Wen Qing

Wei Ying burst into Wen Qing's lab, which he might have felt worse about if she hadn't been babysitting an experiment while no one else was around. He still received an impressive glare, but he didn't have time to worry about that right now.

"Wen Qing, I need you to test me for every weird kind of chemical exposure you can think of!"

She blinked at him, looking remarkably like her brother for a moment. "Wei Ying, you're in computer science. Exactly when do you come in contact with chemicals?"

"Uh. A leak on the science campus somewhere?"

"What is actually wrong with you? Tell me in the next," she glanced at the clock, "three minutes or leave."

"I apparently grew another inch in the last month without noticing. That can't be natural. I'm 23."

She stared at him for a moment, frowned, and then her expression cleared. "You said once that you had a bad time when you were younger. Stopped growing for a while."

"Why do you even remember that?" Wei Ying asked with an uncomfortable laugh, looking away. He must have been drunk; he didn't usually bring that time of his life up in any detail. It just made people sad.

Wen Qing turned away briskly, ignoring his minor display of emotion, and checked some readouts he was pretty sure hadn't actually changed in any way yet. "Well, that's why. Your growth spurts just got delayed, not erased. It's normal. I'll send you some references tomorrow."

He swept her up in a relieved hug. "Thank you, Qing-jie. Even if this does mean I'm not developing some weird superpower mutation."

She poked him cruelly in the ribs to get him to let go. "Go away, you're distracting me."

~*~

Jiang Cheng

"You what?!" Jiang Cheng demanded at full volume. It'd been a while since they'd managed to get together in person--Wei Ying had nearly forgotten how red with frustration Jiang Cheng could get.

Wei Ying grinned and bounced a little on his toes to really rub it in. "Grew another inch."

"No! This isn't allowed! The universe can't do this to me!"

"What's the problem, little brother?" Wei Ying edged closer so he could prop his elbow on Jiang Cheng's shoulder and really lean on him. "I think I should get jiejie to measure me again and mark it on the door frame. Really make it official."

"Don't you dare!"

"Why don't I ask her now, so she'll be all ready when we see her next weekend?" Wei Ying fished out his phone and then held it up over his head, laughing, as Jiang Cheng lunged for it.

Jiang Cheng's eyes narrowed. "An inch isn't really that much," he growled, and hooked Wei Ying's leg in a takedown they'd both learned when they were 11.

Wei Ying tossed his phone out of wrestling range and turned his full attention to finding a hold that would make Jiang Cheng tap out.

~*~

Lan Zhan

"Wei Ying."

Most people claimed Lan Zhan's voice (and face) didn't have any expression, but Wei Ying could clearly hear the shock underlying his name.

"Lan Zhan!" he returned brightly. "You're back! Did you have a good trip? You've been gone for months and months!"

Wei Ying was used to the intensity of Lan Zhan's regard under normal circumstances--one of the many things he loved about being friends with him--but he didn't think he was imagining that it was particularly intense today.

"It was as I texted you," Lan Zhan said shortly, and then, surprisingly, continued before Wei Ying could get a teasing reply in. "Wei Ying... did you get taller?"

"Oh, that!" Wei Ying felt himself start to blush, for some reason. "Yeah, I did. It was so weird at first, but Qing-jie assures me it's normal, and I've almost gotten used to it now. It was just an inch but I had to go buy all new... pants..." He trailed off as Lan Zhan pushed into his personal space much closer than he ever had without Wei Ying initiating it first, as far as Wei Ying could recall. "Hi?"

They were nearly chest to chest now, and he could see it when Lan Zhan actually had to tilt his chin up just a bit to meet Wei Ying's eyes.

"Hello," Lan Zhan said, grave and low and very, very focused.

Wei Ying wasn't entirely sure what was happening right now, but he was pretty sure he was into it.

[hisbucky]

Chris, in an otherworldly voice: I am a child of faith and patience. Athena: Bobby, what did you do to my grandchild?! Bobby: I swear it wasn't me! I was with you the whole time! I don't know what's going on! Chris: Come forth, my lost lambs, and pay tribute to my hungry tummy. Athena: ...Did you forget to give him snacks? Bobby: In my defense, this did not come up on the long list of things Buck and Eddie warned me would happen.

[maddyguru]

BadBye chapter 1

November rolls in effortlessly into your life, once again. And every November in Japan has made you colder every damn time. You wished the month wasn’t so nostalgic, but for heaven’s sake, you can only hope- November has a chokehold on you.   

People were walking left and right, holding hands with their loved ones and families were together- you envy them, the way they have people to spend time with during Thanksgiving, and the beautiful connections they have with each other as families made your heart clenched with so much green.   

Ah, wouldn’t it be nice if you had people to hold onto; to walk around town with, and to lean on.   

“Mama!”   

You turned around to look in the direction where the sound of the girl was, and there, standing a few feet away from you, a girl stood near the park’s bench; she was looking around for a person- her mama, you had assumed. There she was, almost on the verge of tears as she was looking for her mother. You felt sorry for the girl.   

“Mama, where are you?” She yelled, and the instinct to protect her took over you. You walked towards the young girl slowly.   

She stared at you tearfully- probably scared at the stranger in front of her and wishing you had been her mother; you crouched to be on the same level as the girl and smiled warmly.   

“Hi, there. You’re looking for your mama?”   

Hesitantly, she nodded her head. As you’re now in front of the child, you can’t help but think to yourself how familiar she looked; dark, raven hair, deep purple eyes, and fair skin. Her eyes... there’s something about her eyes that made you think about someone you used to know.   

You offered your help to the young child, and 5 minutes later, you’re holding the kid’s hand, looking for her mother. She hesitated to hold your hand and walked with you, but you reassured the girl that you would help her in looking for her mama, and she trusted you.  

“Mama!” After a few minutes of looking for the girl’s mother, you heard the small child screaming, her eyes lit up with joy when she called out for her mother, and you noticed it. When you look in front of you towards the direction of where the kid was looking, there, a man and a woman are a few feet away from the both of you. The child let go of the hand that was holding onto yours and ran towards her parents.   

When you locked eyes with the father, it felt like your heart was being stabbed. His raven long locks, it was styled the same way as you last saw it, and his deep dark purple eyes. His skin was fair as ever, and the way he looked at you convinced you that he still remembers you. Maybe you had lived in his heart since the day the both of you walked a separate path.   

“Mama!” The young child screamed in joy. She had her little hands around her mother’s neck, and the young lady was kissing her baby’s face. The young lady... she’s a beautiful young lady, nothing like you. You’re an average housewife who seems respectable, your girl next door, your crush- she seems kind, calm and collected. Something you’re not.   

No wonder the child looked just like someone you knew. Because you used to see the father.   

You watched the young lady bow her head to you as a form of thank you for finding and taking care of her precious daughter and the daughter... as she turned towards you and waved her little hand with a smile on her face, you can’t unsee it- the image of what could’ve been.  

“Mama! I want ice cream!”   

“Ok, Karina, but you promise Mommy to always hold my hand, alright?”   

“Ok, Mama!”   

The two walked away, hand in hand with each other and you hear their laughter growing farther and farther as they both strolled to the small ice cream shop in the park.   

And you’re alone now. Alone with the man you used to have a history with. Alone with him and the memories.  

“So... Karina?” you asked, smiling sweetly. Slowly and painfully, you turned to take a good look at him- really look at him.   

Karina. One word. 3 vowels and 3 consonants. A name you used to dream about. A name you and he invented for both of your dreams. A dream that was lived by another woman, and him.   

He was quiet throughout the night. You wondered why? Was it because he hated you so much, he didn’t want to look at you out of respect for his wife and kid, or was it because a small part of him still loved you? Is his heart breaking in two when he saw you tonight? The way your heart is?   

“How are you?” he finally asked, still not being able to look at you with his two eyes- just staring at the distance or staring at his family; either of the two made your heart break into two.   

“Good.” You replied. Hoping the person in front of you wasn’t a complete stranger, you wished that he could see through the lie; maybe you were never good after all these years; maybe you’ve only become numb from the pain ever since you were told to let go of the love you had in your chest. Maybe you never moved on like he did. Not even after 5 years.   

He didn’t say another word to you when he left. He simply walked away when his wife and child called him. You watch his back getting farther and farther from you- this time, you don’t cry. This time, you had a small smile on your face, a bittersweet smile when he walked towards his chosen family.   

He did stop though; that caught you off guard. He stopped and turned to have one last look at you. His sullen eyes were filled with guilt. And sadness. A look you forgot how it would look on him. 5 years ago, that was how he looked like when he left you.   

And a small smile finally made its way onto his handsome face when he looked at you, before walking away from you.  

And then it’s cold again. Cold as ever. The layers of clothing did nothing to keep you warm- especially not when he disappeared from your view once again, for the last time. You wished that it would be the last time.   

Today, I saw a stranger again after many years. A stranger who knows everything about me kissed every part of my body as we lay on the sheets. This stranger smiled at me for the last time and disappeared from my view without a trace. I hope it’s the last time we will see each other. Because I loved this stranger too much.   

This story is based on real life event, my life. Yes, it's based on my real-life events. It's a trauma and hurt that I'm dealing with right now and I have no one to talk to but writing about it might help me. expect full on emotions when I write this story. No kidding, I started crying when I write the first chapter. The pain of breaking up is still fresh.

[mayusz]

guest/intruder

when you do what you ain't meant to do

[everyday-pokemon-headcanons]

If I had a dollar for every time a screaming Starly woke me up 20 minutes before my alarm, I could buy a soundproof room.

[kittyflufi123]

"they... said your hair holds memories..."

"so I decided to cut it...."

(this art is an outburst... about something that has bothered me for a long time... please see this... don't... think about bad things about me... it's just an outburst... about something painful...)

[klywrites]

lol at dave reading cauter's the team's messages and constantly having to ask crina to decipher the internet slang

"what does smh mean?"

"what's ROFL? Is that a silly way to say waffle?"

"what's YOLO?"

"what's nvm?"

[lefemmerougewriter]

Glad to see I got kudos on one of my favorite fics I've ever written! Le Chevre and Topo go on a hike near Manarola, Italy, habe a tough time, and meet Carmen and Ivy, who happen to be there too. This fic is based on my personal experience of being on that very trail some years ago.

Here's the link to read it:

[rawpastas]

He’s not gonna have any story I just got bored

Hope y’all like him cuz I like the design a lot

[coffeecat1983]

A Mixer's Feelings

(written for a friend who streams baking)

     "Well, I was hoping for the teal one." the woman said as she looked over her only choice. "But red will have to do."    The red mixer stayed quiet, trying not to creak or squeak as it was packaged up. It wasn't much later the dark box was opened and it blinked in surprise. Well, this was nice.    It was now in a small, clean kitchen. Various decorations were around and more on a shelf overhead. A nice, white stove next to the fridge and, the mixer gasped. A window! It could see out over the street and actually see the world outside. This was a far cry from where it had been before. Maybe having an owner wouldn't be so bad.

     "Let's see, just a few more adjustments annnnnd we're live!" LL announced. The mixer watched quietly. Some new things had been brought into the kitchen. Something called a 'laptop' and a 'microphone'. There was a 'tablet' too, and LL tapped at this. Pictures came up and Mixer realized it was a recipe.      "Hi chat!" LL spoke.    Chat? Was that the Laptop's name? Mixer listened and followed along. Apparently its owner liked 'streaming' which seemed to be another word for 'baking'. She liked to do this twice a week from what Mixer could tell, and as things went on, it found it enjoyed their time together, too. Streaming seemed to be special times, and Laptop had many names during streaming. LL would talk and laugh a lot with Laptop and music would play, too.    Eventually Mixer began to see LL as it's mother. Admittedly it wasn't sure it ever had a mother, but if it ever got to pick one, LL would be the top choice. She kept it clean, praised it for its hard work, and often left the blind open, allowing Mixer to see outside.    One day while streaming, LL read a question about Mixer's color.      "Well, I wanted a teal one, but this one was what I got and it does a great job." Mixer blushed, but it couldn't be seen beneath the cherry red. It straightened up, humming proudly as it mixed the batter.    I'll do my best, Mama LL! I love streaming with you and our friends!

END

By "CC"

[prompt-of-the-day]

Dialogue: #037

"What next?"

"Let me see... One cup of vegetable oil."

"..... Can you repeat that, please?"

"One cup of vegetable oil."

"... ... ... I don't even wanna know if it's you or the recipe, in which case, you found it so it's still you. Go and get your glasses and let me look at that before we end up with an oily disaster."

[hisbucky]

Karen: You know, babe, Chimney told me the most curious thing today. Hen: No, he did not. Karen, accusingly: So this isn't a receipt from that restaurant that you told us we were going to go together this weekend?! Hen: I am pleading the fifth! Karen: You're a traitor! Hen: I was hungry!

[seshen]

Fanfic idea

seto finds out readers love language is biting