#I WANT HERRRRRRRR

[joonebugg]

Bive fans wya?

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[innovatorbunny]

hg making hibiscus alter gacha instead of welfare is racist to me specifically i am going to file it as a hatecrime.

[themyscirah]

Complaining abt Suicide Squad yet again but the fact that they have Waller exposing the alien community to space racist attacks and talking abt how she got to her position through deceit and being a terrible person and stuff is just. Ahsfiwueh JUST SAY YOU DONT KNOW WALLER.

Anyways literally the 3rd mission of the Squad ever (and the first framed as smth Waller picked and not orders from above) was the Squad discrediting and stopping a rogue vigilante who was only arresting POC and funneling white people into white supremacy groups (of which he was the most prominent member) in SUICIDE SQUAD #4. and it's explicitly framed as this mission being personal for Waller that she's hiding from the government bc its illegal like. Guys. Please why are we having her incite (space bc comics) racist attacks now

Also the whole "Amanda got her position through deceit and being a terrible person" NO. she KEPT her position through being shitty and playing complicated political games!!! She wasn't always that way like there is a difference and it is IMPORTANT ppl PLEASEEEE. In Secret Origins #14 we learn Amanda's backstory and she used to be a normal, caring person! Like even after she entered into working in government and politics she wasn't automatically morally bankrupt like please people. She was originally given control of the Squad by Reagan (*sigh* 80s comics...) to distract and get rid of her because she was so successful at pushing progressive social policy in Congress. Acting like she's this static pillar of evil is such a waste of her character and so fucking uninteresting and disrespectful to her arc it drives me MAD.

Like I am NOT saying Waller is all sunshine and rainbows, she fucking SUCKS (said w love <3) but like there's a human being there. It's a progression, she has a character arc like please, DC, please!!! They've fucked up Waller so bad and made her so opaque and uninteresting she can't even be the protagonist of her own story for fucks sake!

Like I don't know how many times I have to scream it until DC hears me or remembers but WALLER IS THE MAIN CHARACTER OF SUICIDE SQUAD. ITS HER BOOK. yet right now she's a cutout to be used as the villain wherever the writers please. Even in her book we get none of her perspective really displayed, no exploration of her thoughts with any kind of understanding of the role she traditionally has played and was made to play in the story.

[eliseliedl]

RDR2 4 / ?

[xiaohuayaos]

[crofter]

... : 。 ❈ ✪ , [𝐓]he *🆃🅾🅼🅱 𝑅ᴬᴵᴰ𝔢𝔯, 𝕷𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝕮𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚝. (ˀ yellowjackets verse.

𝕸oving to wiskayok, new jersey, in the year 1994 at the age of sixteen, lady lara amelia croft seems to have swapped her riches for rags in a desperate attempt of reconciliation with the embrace of her teenage years passing her by. due to a plane crash claiming the lives of her parents at the age of ten, it was with deep fear for her mental wellbeing that she desperately fled the croft mansion, left in her name now left under the care of winston smith, the croft family butler. residing in a suburban home neighbouring jackie taylor, lara begins her girlhood with the help of her distant family cousin on her mother's side. what seemed to be the perfect getaway from the busy and suffocating life of a lord's daughter and his demons from the past only had its many ups and downs, thanks to lara's behavioural inconsistencies... it seems grief and bereavement has no area code. reaching the age of eighteen in the year of 1996, where she seems to be a sort of outcast, known as "that one british girl who moved here two years ago, real rich, real snotty, drives a sick yamaha but she's such a snob, she doesn't let anyone touch the thing" with the exception of the yellowjackets team. popular with the boys due to that foreign mystique, appalled by the usual taste of american boys but she appreciates a good chase. although familiar with jackie taylor due to being her neighbour, it seems that's where the likeness ends. lara has always had a bad habit of being a lone wolf, never really accepting help from anyone else, until she took the generous offer of a free ride to seattle as the team's videographer. UNTIL THE CRASH OF MAY, 1996. a traumatic event that proves as a catalyst for previous trauma regarding her parents' plane crash, along with lacking the experience of travel and adventure, (apart from travelling and her archaeological visits to sites with her father from the ages 6-9), lara struggles severely with working in a team. but when it comes to survival, it seems she embraces who she's always been within: THE TOMB RAIDER.

(graphic ©: @jessource.

[masonscig]

okay so if f hauville has been a part of ub for ~7 years. and the first book was written in 2018.

do you think f was influenced by the swag era of 2011.

[volfoss]

The only way I'm surviving is remembering Gabrielle is in Lestat in Atlantis (not actual title but I can't be bothered to check rn). I miss my transmasc bisexual problematic milf tbh.

[tetriminas]

:) we got to eat and be together for a couple hours tonight and oh man. oh man. I love her so damn much it's not even funny

[mikeyfuckinway]

woowwwwwww can i stop being insane and obsessed for FOUR FUCKING SECONDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ladydeath-vanserra]

🫵🏻 I don't want to hear anything about mors sexuality, or not coming out, from anyone unless ur also queer

"Mor led him on" SHE DOESNT OWE HIM COMING OUT AND HE, A FULL GROWN MAN, COULD NOT TAKE A HINT

it's a highly patriarchal society, Rhysand disrespected her safety and lied to her face and he's the high lord and her cousin and Azriel and Cassian are Rhysands bootlickers

if she feels unsafe that is HERRRRRRRR business and no one else's

stop infantalizing Azriels obsession with Mor

[redr0sewrites]

I don't usually see him in that light but the fluffy vox headcannon was absolutely adorable and definitely a pleasant read. I'm not one to steal ideas but any chance of some Charlie comforting fluff at some point? Time with that cinnamon roll just seems perfect after a bad day.

ADJDHSHE TYYYYY!!! i had a bit of a shitty day today myself and i love charlie sooo yea ♥️

🥀Cw: none really, fluff, lil bit of angst to comfort

how does it feel to have the sweetest gf in the world?

seriously though, charlie cares about you so, so much. she's also pretty perceptive, maybe not incredible at reading people but emotionally intelligent enough to be able to tell when your upset. charlie is definitely very empathetic and once she knows someone well, she can tell how they feel very quickly. sometimes you won't even realize how upset you are until she asks you if you're okay, and the weight of the past day or so comes crashing down around you as you finally feel genuine comfort.

charlie is very cuddly, and when you're feeling down she's always willing to offer some hugs or affection of any kind. however, she's also very understanding in the case of you not wanting to be touched, and will offer to get some snacks and blankets and just sit together!

charlie is an amazing listener, always providing great advice and sweet solutions. you'll be laying with your head in her lap as she plays with your hair, rambling about your shitty day while she listens carefully, occasionally pausing to press a soft kiss to your forehead before you continue

charlie, like vox, would also be the type to sing to you when you're tired, or even dance with you after a long day. you both are definitely the type of couple to dance in the kitchen to soft music, and this often occurs unprompted. you'll be sitting, looking miserable and tried and charlie will scoop you up and pull you along until your both swaying to the rythm, and she'll twirl you and dance with you until giggles fill the room and a smile is on your face

YOU TWO DEFINITELY HAVE SPA DAYS TOGETHER!!! when you're overworked and exhausted she pleads with you to take the day off and you indulge, allowing yourself to be pampered by her. you guys will do facemasks, paint eachothers nails, do full skincare and haircare routines, everything! she'll even give you a massage, forcing you to relax. she truly does care about you more than anything

she def likes to talk to you about her day when you're too tired to rant, and she stays close to you when she knows that you're not feeling great. she doesn't want to be irritating, but she wants to let you know that she's there if you need her ♥️

overall, charlie is very caring and a TOTAL sweetheart when it comes toy our wellbeing. she genuinely cares so much about your feelings and you matter to her a lot, so she always wants to make sure your happy and content

"hey baby!! how are youuuu?" charlie grinned, opening her arms as you stepped inside the hotel. your smile didn't meet your eyes as you stepped into her embrace, leaning against her as she ran her hands through your hair. "m' fine," you murmur, pressing a kiss to her cheek as you pull away. charlie arches a brow, not pausing for a second before scooping you up into her arms. "you don't look fine," she hums, carrying you towards your shared bedroom. "you need rest! you look exhausted- what did i say about pushing yourself too hard?"

you chuckle at her endearing tone, her nose always scrunched up when she ranted and you can't help but kiss her again. charlie flushes, entering your bedroom and dropping you unceremoniously onto the mattress. you grumble for a second as she joins you, wrapping herself in a blanket and grabbing some snacks from her nightstand. "lets just chill, we can watch a movie!" charlie offers excitedly, and you nod, relaxing against her. soon, you feel your eyelids start to droop as exhaustion takes over.

i am so tired and i feel like shit but i love herrrrrrrr!!! i need more reqs for the fem characters fr‼️ sorry this is so short i am very tired and i cant breathe through my nose and my throat and head hurts and i am Trying My Best

[mapsofnonexistentplaces]

posting these again frigatebird on artfight is an abuser of mine and i dont want to see people drawing shit for herrrrrrrr thanks.

[pollenallergie]

🫶🏻🫶🏻

Enough | A Make Up Story | Tom Grant x You | Series Masterlist

Chapter 10: The Lies You're Telling Yourself Words: 2.8k

You woke with a smile.

Tom was pressed tightly against your back. His arm was wrapped around your waist, and you could feel him breathing on your shoulder. If anyone else dared to breathe on you like that, you'd be plotting their demise. But with Tom, you didn't mind. He was so warm, and soft, and sweet… you wanted all of him you could get.

It was like you were made for each other. No matter what you tried, you were a perfect fit. No one had ever made you feel this way before; sure, he'd made you see stars several times last night, but you were just as obsessed with the way your hands fit together, and the way he bit his lip when he was trying to hold back, and the way his eyes fluttered when he needed to rest. He was beautiful. He was perfect. And right now, he was all yours.

For one glorious night, you'd both set aside all your bullshit and just enjoyed being together. And then the crackle of Tom's radio burst your bubble and sent you hurtling back into the real world.

"Tom." Click. "TOM." Shirley was growing impatient.

"Tom?" you asked, reaching for the hand that was resting on your stomach. He acknowledged you with a little moan and a squeeze. "Shirley's calling for you over the radio."

"Fuck," he grunts, rolling out of bed and slipping on yesterday's boxers. He pads out of the room and picks up his radio.

"It's Tom, I'm here."

"Come to the office. Now."

You look at each other with fear.

"On my way."

He drops the radio on the bed and rushes to the closet, pulling out clean clothes. You sit up and pull your knees to your chest. You don't know what to say, but Tom notices how worried you are.

"Don't panic, she probably wants just to bitch at me for fighting with Kai again," he says as calmly as he can, pulling a shirt over his bruised face.

"Would she fire you for that?"

"Nah. If I'm fired, they'll have to train somebody else. Too much work. It'll be fine." He leans over to kiss your forehead, then sticks his feet in his shoes without tying them. "Stay here, I'll be back as soon as I can." He's out the door before you can respond.

You dress, make the bed, and clean up everything you'd knocked over last night while you wait. Your thoughts race through the most awful scenarios, each imagined situation worse than the last. What is that creepy old woman doing to Tom that's taking so long?

When Tom returns, you're sitting at the table with a leg jiggling so ferociously, it's probably making the whole van shake. You pop up when he enters… with a smile?

"What happened?" you ask nervously.

Tom grins. "April wants us to come see her."

That was not one of the scenarios you'd imagined. You fall back into your seat and let out the breath you've been holding since the radio crackled. Tom sits across from you.

"She's broken her hip. Her granddaughter arrived last night, she's there with her. She'll be down for a bit, but she's asked us to come see her, and bring Bonnie and a few other things."

"Bonnie?"

An adorable grin splits Tom's face. "C'mon."

You get up and follow him out of his van, across the grass, and into April's house. He goes to her reading chair by the window in the living room and picks up a bonsai tree. "This is Bonnie. April's had her for decades. Keeps her company while she reads."

"Hello, Bonnie," you smile. This is the cutest thing you've ever heard.

"Find me a bag?"

You fetch a tote from the kitchen cabinet where you'd stashed them after your shopping trip. Tom pulls out the list April had dictated to him over the phone, and you help him collect the things that'll make her hospital stay a bit easier. Her slippers, her robe, the afghan from her reading chair, the book she was currently reading, and a box of proper tea from her pantry. "Says she can't stomach that weak hospital stuff," Tom explains.

Loaded down with April's necessities (and her dear Bonnie), you and Tom happily walk toward the work truck. Shirley had given him the morning off, since it technically was a task for a resident.

"We should stop somewhere and get her flowers," you muse.

"And breakfast," Tom grumbles, just before his stomach does. As you pass the office, Shirley pokes her head out the door.

"Tom." You both stop and turn. "Doug called for you. Tell your new girlfriend her car's ready."

You were literally right next to him. She saw you. You heard her. It made you feel about a centimeter tall.

"Alright. Thanks, Shirley."

Tom keeps walking as though nothing strange had just transpired. Has he grown immune to her weirdness? Are you overreeacting?

You reached the truck, loaded it up with April's treasures, and got in silently. Tom put the vehicle in gear and slowly exited the caravan park. You stared out the window.

"Hey." You look over at him. "You alright?"

"Yeah, just dreading that mechanic's bill," you lie, focusing on the window again. Well, half a lie. You're dreading that too.

But you'd just been served a hearty reminder that this perfect little Tom-filled bubble you've been living in wasn't built to last. Just like your time with Jade; this had an expiration date. You're still here because you're waiting for your car to be fixed. And it is.

"I'll help you out."

"No, you won't."

"I'm the reason you crashed."

"It's my car, Tom, I'll take care of it."

"But I--"

"Tom, you've already put me up for nearly a week, I'm not asking you for more."

He falls silent, and you feel horrible. You didn't mean to snap at him. But maybe it's for the best. You should probably just get out now, before you can feel Tom losing interest in you, like Jade always did.

"You didn't ask," he says, slowly and quietly. "I offered."

You finally glance at him, and he looks like a kicked puppy. You hate yourself.

"I'm sorry, Tom," you say gently. "It's just… the car being ready means I have to go home. And I've really enjoyed hanging out with you." Don't cry, don't cry, don't you dare fucking cry.

Tom reaches across the seat for your hand, and you take it. You tilt your head toward the window so he won't see the tears slipping from the corners of your eyes.

"What do you say we forget about the car for a bit. We'll go get something to eat, spend some time with April, take the rest of the morning just for us. Deal with everything else later."

"I'd like that," you croak. Tom holds your hand tighter. The rest of the drive into town passes in silence, and he doesn't let go of your hand until he pulls into a parking spot in front of a bakery… two doors down from a florist. "Flowers or food first?"

"I'll get the flowers and meet you back here," you offer, sliding out of the truck. One minute alone should be long enough to clear your head. Or at least let loose the tears you've been fighting since you left the park.

"Want anything specific?" Tom asks as you meet on the sidewalk.

"Surprise me," you smile. He returns it, and kisses your forehead before walking past.

You try to push the feeling of dread aside as you walk toward the florist. You don't have to leave him right now. Stop worrying about that and enjoy the time you have left with him, idiot.

The shop isn't open yet. Yet another thing you're not going to worry about. It just means more time with Tom. You take a deep breath and walk back to the bakery, where he's still standing in line. He's studying the menu on the wall like he's going to be tested on it.

You stand silently behind him for a moment, just admiring him. He's so invested in the menu, he doesn't notice you're there. Finally, you can't resist anymore, so you reach forward to place your hands on his sides. He jumps and yelps and you stand there innocently, like you have no idea what's gotten into the random man freaking out in front of you.

Tom fixes you with a fake glare, then hooks his arm around your neck and pulls you to him. Your arms wrap around his middle, and you grin up at him.

"They're not open for another 20 minutes," you inform him. "Have you decided on anything yet?"

"I was thinking half a dozen of the ones on special. We can eat here, then take the rest to April and her granddaughter."

"That's a good idea." He smiles down at you, and you rest your head on his shoulder to keep from melting into the floor.

When you arrive at the front of the line, you detach yourself as Tom orders the pastries and two coffees. You find a table and enjoy a quiet breakfast somewhere other than his van for a change. Not that you were complaining. You quite liked it there.

Tom stopped by the truck to deposit the remaining pastries, then you strolled hand-in-hand down the sidewalk toward the now-open florist. You picked out a pretty bouquet, paid - after a small argument with Tom, who'd already bought breakfast - and were on the road again.

The hospital wasn't far away. You stopped at reception, got directions to April's room, and found it quickly. A nurse poked her head in to make sure April wasn't sleeping, then announced that she had visitors. She held the door open, and you followed Tom in.

"Hello, love," Tom greets with a smile that lights up his whole face.

"Hi, April!" you chirp from behind him.

"Oh, you three are a welcome sight!" Three? Oh. Right. Bonnie the Bonsai, who Tom is placing beside the bed. You deposit her flowers on a nearby table, approach the other side of April's bed, and begin unpacking her bag for her. You spread the afghan over her legs at her request. Tom straightens out the other side. Teamwork, Grant.

"Have you already had breakfast?" Tom asks.

"If you can call that gruel breakfast," April sighs dramatically.

"Good thing we smuggled you in something decent, then," he winks, handing her the bag of pastries. She opens it, inhales deeply, and looks to the heavens with bliss on her face.

"My heroes," she grins. She pulls out a pastry and a napkin and hands you the bag. You place it on her bedside table, and Tom pours her a cup of water.

"Tommy, what happened to your face?" she asks, digging into her pastry like it was the best thing she'd ever eaten.

"I took a little tumble too," he claims. It wasn't a lie. There was tumbling involved.

There were chairs on either side of her bed, so you each took one. Tom filled her in on what she'd missed at Sleepy Sunrise over the last day - mundane little details that she seemed to enjoy - until a woman in a yellow sweater came in and hovered awkwardly by the door.

"Amelia, come meet my young friends!" The woman steps forward hesitantly, and Tom gets up to introduce himself, then you. "Amelia is my granddaughter. She wants me to come live with her!"

"You're leaving me, love?" Tom asks, hands over his heart like he's hurt.

"You want to take care of an old lady with a broken hip, Tommy?"

They both grin, but you know he would.

Tom surrendered his chair to Amelia and came to sit on the arm of yours. You didn't mind at all; in fact, you had to fight the urge to wrap your arm around him. April told the three of you - four, if you count Bonnie - all about her favorite nurses, and how bland the food was, and eventually surrendered one of her treasured pastries to Amelia.

"Might I have a moment alone with the patient?" a doctor asks politely, as if it were actually a question. The three of you clear out and gather in a waiting room at the end of the hall. The silence is awkward, but only lasts a minute.

"I've asked Gran to come live with me," Amelia forces a smile, "but she's trying to fight me on it."

"Why's she fighting?"

"Says she likes it where she is," she shrugs. "Don't know why." Tom's shoulders tense. "No offense intended. It's just that she's all alone there."

"She's got me."

"And where were you when she wandered off this week? And the time last week?" Before Tom can defend himself, she continues. "I can't believe she's gotten this bad, and no one bothered to call me."

Tom is clenching his fists. You decide to speak before he says something he'll regret.

"Amelia, it's wonderful that you're here, and that you've asked your grandmother to come stay with you. But when she's at home, Tom's the one who fixes things for her, and takes her shopping, and keeps her company when he's not working. He's trying his best."

They both stare at the floor.

"I need you to convince her to come with me," Amelia states. "She won't even be able to get up the steps to her caravan for ages. If she comes with me, she could probably leave next week. Enter from the ground floor, be looked after, and get to know her great-grandchildren."

"What's keeping her from agreeing to go?" Tom asks.

"I don't know. Which is why I need you to find out, and convince her it's for the best. She speaks highly of you. Trusts you."

Tom rubs his eyes and sighs.

"All done!" The nurse from earlier reappears. "You can go back in now."

Tom and Amelia stare at each other.

"Amelia, would you like to come downstairs for a drink with me? Give Tom a few minutes with your grandmother?"

She nods and rises from her chair, and you and Tom do the same. You give his shoulder a squeeze and follow Amelia to the elevator. You can see him entering April's room as the doors close.

You and the woman you've just met order coffee and sit awkwardly at a small table in the bright white cafeteria.

"How long have you been together?" she asks.

"Uh…" you can't fight the smile on your face. "Technically, we're not. I'm just here 'til my car gets fixed, then I'm headed home."

These are facts, and you're not even a little bit devastated over having to say them out loud.

You ask about her kids to distract from the lies you're telling yourself, and just like any mom, that's all it takes to make her open up. She carries the rest of the conversation, and you smile and nod when it seems appropriate.

When Amelia finally stops for a breath, she looks at her watch. "It's been thirty minutes. D'you think he's had time to charm her yet?"

"He probably did that twenty-eight minutes ago," you wink.

You clean up your table and return April's room. Amelia enters first.

"What took you so long?" April grins from her bed. Tom sits next to her, sporting a matching expression. He pats her hand and rises from his chair, coming to you.

"Can I talk to you a minute?" You nod, and he tilts his head toward the door. You lead the way.

"April's going to go live with her granddaughter," he says when the door closes.

"You talked her into it?"

"Yeah. But, uh… one of her worries was strangers coming in and going through her things. Amelia told her they would hire movers to come in and take care of everything. She didn't want that. So… what if we did it?"

You look at him strangely. What is he getting at?

"I mean… I know your car's ready, and nothing's stopping you from leaving. And I can do it myself, if you want to go. But if you didn't mind staying for a little longer… I'm sure she'd really appreciate it."

"She would?"

"Are you really gonna make me say it?"

"Make you say what, Tom?"

"Please don't leave yet."

You launch yourself into his arms so he can't see the tears streaming down your face.

[mintytealfox]

Morning, afternoon, night our favorite artist, yapper and great Minty

As usual, how was last week? All good? Have you BEEN sleeping at decent hours?

To start! What's your favorite current fandom? What's the worst thing in idv in your opinion?

What do you think of the new hunter? What's the best active trait for you? How silly can you be?

You'll figure who this is, I'm sure....

LOOOOL HEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYY 🤣🤣🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌

-tries to remember last week- man, I couldn't tell ya it was so long ago LOL I've got Gram-Gram brain right now PFF Sleeeeeeeeppppppp, I don't know herrrrrrrr -WHEEZE- orz (and I wonder why I have Gram-Gram brain PFF)

OH WAIT I do remember something! Last week I found someone with the surname of 'GYATT' in the same area of the family I was looking for in the 1800s LOL

I am easily amused LOL

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-OH! My Favorite?? Hmmmm My Favorite would have to be this little corner we got here with Nortalice 🤣🤣 I try to avoid big general gatherings in fandoms (I'm SCARED) I like finding little corners of places and just chillin with fellow chillings XD -The worst thing in IDV would have to be the anger/negativity/rudeness that tends to show up 😔😔 It can spread like a virus and its why I try so hard to keep things positive and high energy in my spaces cause I want this to be a safe bubble for peeps who need a refuge from all that and just enjoy the food 😔🙏🙏

-I THINK THE NEW HUNTER IS SCARY LOL The caging and teleporting HUUUHHH?!?! IT makes me even more relieved that I mostly play hunter cause then I don't have to go against JEFFERY LOOOOL

-I use BLINK ALL THE TIME LOL I need to branch out but it just comes in clutch so often for me XD

-WHEEEEEEZZEEEE- HOW SILLY?? 🤣🤣🤣 I dunno if I measured it might break the meter BAHAHAHAHAHA

[dangermousie]

The chemistry is insane but also putting on clothes like this layer after layer (who knew putting on could be as sexy as taking off?) is something a wife does so aaaaa!

PS the way she freaks until he clarifies but I am stuck at his calling her hands beautiful so matter of factly. He wants herrrrrrrr!!! Even if he may not know it’s a her (and not sure he’d care tbh.)