#I KNOW SHE’S ALWAYS RIGHT 😭

[therighthandofvengeance]

At a point where I want a Sheridan-style pep talk but in reality need an Ivanova monologue

[turtleblogatlast]

Man “Battle Nexus: New York” was a great episode but I do have one major gripe with it.

Like. Raph being paired up with Ghostbear? Makes sense. Works great. Works amazing, even.

Mikey being paired up with Meatsweats? Yeah that checks out!!

Donnie getting…Hypno…? I mean. I guess Donnie doesn’t like magic so it kindaaa works but Kendra would have been a much better choice to me personally. Maybe Big Mama didn’t wanna include a human or something…

And Leo getting…uh…one of the Sando Brothers???? Of all villains? Nah let’s be real, his main villain is more Big Mama herself (or Leo could be considered his own worst enemy lmao-). Hell Hypno would have probably worked better here considering their shared love for magic tricks and stuff, but Carl Sando????

[latenightsundayblues]

I headcanon Stu as being good at lying because of his huge number of friends and good grasp on social interactions but this fucking scene just cracks me up. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

Look at him. Biting his nails like a scared scooby-doo character. Minimal amount of sweat. Pointing at Randy like that one 100% vegan fried chicken soyjak.

Who is it, Sid? The sad little sopping wet kitten of a man with a wounded leg or the completely uninjured 6"4 tall nuisance throwing him down the porch?

[thebirdandhersong]

Lol

[sukibenders]

"Penelope has insecurities!" As an excuse for her harming others because of those said insecurities falls very flat when it puts the character's, who live during a time of few options especially if you were a women, at risk. And even with her insecurities, her lashing out and hurting people should be held in the same regard as how some view Cressida, who didn't get the luxury of a view into her home life until s3, unlike Penelope, and while it still has people calling out this behavior, although rightfully so, it often still includes denying that Penelope needs to take accountability as well.

[nadiajustbe]

On those nights when Morgan was still a very young baby and lying in his crib (and he was never quiet by nature, he's a combination of Howl and Sophie, you can only expect a walking hurricane of chaos), he would, as is typical of all babies, often scream in the night. It was very rarely a request to be fed or the cause of any pain: both parents quickly discovered that he was just waking up in the middle of the night and wanted to be naughty.

Therefore, it was usually Howl who went up to calm him down. Not because he wanted to, by any means: no one wants to get up in the middle of the night for a screaming baby, and he could have slither out of that, too, if he wanted to, but Sophie started cursing at him and forcing him out from under (their shared, mind you!) blanket. And maybe, just a little bit, he really wants to be a good father - unusual, stupid and cowardly, but still a good father.

Normally, Howl would just lean over the crib and start singing the one and only lullaby in Welsh that he remembers from his childhood: people love to sing lullabies in their own language, no matter how widespread it is. I love to remember how many Ukrainian lullabies have survived precisely because of how often they were sung at night from the heart of a parent's love.

Sophie didn't understand a word of it, but it worked surprisingly well: Morgan was falling asleep in seconds, and she found herself beginning to drift off to sleep as well. Howl would come back to bed looking like a winner, and Sophie wondered how he managed to do it every time with the same song. Especially in a language that was rarely spoken in Morgan's household: it was easier to speak English when both the child's father and mother knew it.

There were also days when Sophie was given the "honour" of calming her son. Usually, it was when Howl came home drunk from a rugby meeting or had some late-night work commitments. There were, of course, times when Sophie simply decided that she loved him enough to let Howl keep his precious sleep for one or two days.

Then she would sing a lullaby that she had inherited from her mother, which she remembered through her father, but now they were both dead, so, well, the song was rightfully hers. It certainly wasn't the mysterious Welsh notes, and it took Morgan a little longer to fall asleep, but Sophie must have been a good singer because it worked in the end. She returned to the sleeping Howl, thinking that, after all, she had two children. One is not even a year old, the other is a couple of years away from turning thirty.

One day, she decided to ask him what the lullaby he was singing was all about, and when Howl shared the translation, they were both surprised to find that the two texts had quite similar motifs: they both featured a shooting star, ancient fields, and stormy winds. Howl joked that shooting stars would never let him go, not as a child, not now.

The most interesting twist to this lullaby story came when, at around 1+ years old, Morgan started adding Welsh words to his vocabulary as he learned to speak, mixing languages. Howl thought this was a great addition: after all, not all people in Wales speak Welsh, let alone boys from parallel worlds. Sophie was not so optimistic: she was certainly happy that their child was learning new words and picking up his second native language quickly, but she did not want to ask for a translation of what her own son was saying, not even from Howl, and certainly not from Ben.

Howl assured her that with age he would learn to distinguish between them and that English would come to the fore, willy-nilly: again, there were barely two people in his environment who knew Welsh, even if he visited Megan often. Sophie would like to understand him right now, but for now she just has to accept the moments when her son points to an object and makes an incoherent set of sounds, and Sophie has to guess whether it is just childish chatter or just another Welsh word.

[itspileofgoodthings]

not to mention my own instinct that Taylor is protecting Joe through her own abundant outpouring

[earl-grey-crow]

"I'm...I'm alive. I'm okay" I heard your voice crack jacob

[mortellanarts]

A few funnies that came up while writing a fic about Kurashiki & Klim fambly shenanigans pre-decision game

(*not all of these feature in the fic but I missed them :3)

[zivaninja]

Blue Bloods finale things/spoilers under the cut that I wanted to yell about:

• Jamko parents!!! Parents!! Oh how far they've come 😭

• I'm going to miss Eddie Janko so damn much, that's my girl.

•Jack and Erin getting married!! They finally got their happy ending. And the looks on their faces at dinner as they decided to keep it to themselves was just so 💜😭

• Danny's face when Henry tells him to find his person to come home to. He already knows.

• Danny Reagan! Asking Maria Baez! On a date! And her saying yes! He doesn't need to go look for his person because she's right there besides him. And the look on her face when she agreed!!

[hauntingblue]

Last arcane episode ever..... here we fucking go....

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Man if Marcy keeps ending up with like child protection services in all these fics over her parents being slightly distant then my parents should be in JAIL

[poisonousquinzel]

I've started going back into Harley's tag in the past couple days (had stopped cause of spoilers) and I regret it the stupid ass nasty "you can't have Harley without joker actually cause of my wrong opinions about her character that makes it clear I don't know jackshit about her" take I just saw it makes me want to pull my hair out

[good-beanswrites]

@gunsli-01 AHH thank you so much for the request -- this was such an interesting one!! Sorry it took me forever to settle on something I liked asdfsdfsd, I absolutely loved the specific combination of those timelines and really wanted to touch on everything! This is set sometime in T2 👍I hope you're doing well too, thank you so much :D

“We do not wish to be around anybody,” Amane’s voice announced. Sound carried easily through the echoing prison: Mikoto heard her leave the dining hall and make her way to the common area. She narrowed her eyes when she saw him shuffling some cards in the corner, but settled beside him regardless. 

“Oi, does that make me nobody, then?” It seemed everyone these days had something to say about who he was and who he wasn’t. Still, he smirked at her. He was glad she was comfortable enough to sit here. The others had seemed to flinch away from him lately, even though he’d done nothing to make them afraid.

“You are different from the others,” she said. “You do not treat me as a child.”

Mikoto kept the surprise from showing on his face. He certainly did. Sure, he didn’t talk to her like some little thing to be coddled, but he acted with her in the exact same way he acted with his kid sister. Well, if Amane was content, he wouldn’t worry too much. Sometimes it’s best not to tell someone the truth if they’re already happy with their view. 

He was going to deal her into his card game, but she retrieved a stash of books she kept beside the chairs. “Ah, more studying? You don’t get tired of all that?”

“You’re an adult. You know that things like this must be taken very seriously.”

“Nope! Being an adult means you know when to take things seriously and when to slack off. Some things are important to treat seriously, and some things are important to have a little fun with.”

He dealt the cards for a solitary game, mindlessly slapping down some piles. He had nearly lost himself in thought when she spoke up again, this time very hesitantly.  

“Mikoto.”

He glanced over. 

She kept her eyes lowered. Though trying to appear dignified, Mikoto could see the embarrassment in her expression. “Is this spelled correctly?”

He leaned close, seeing her notes on biology and health. He tried to hide his surprise – the word wasn’t all that difficult to write out for someone who spoke like Amane. Then again, that was just what she wanted everyone to believe.

“I can’t find it in this book, I remember reading it somewhere else. I just… I wanted…”

He flashed a grin. “Ah, no problem! You’re really close – it’s like this…” He started spelling out the characters for her, throwing in a few completely random ones. 

Halfway through writing, she whipped her head up to him. “Do not tease me!”

He put on his biggest, most innocent eyes. “Hah? What are you talking about?” He continued spelling, even more wildly ridiculous than the first time. 

“Forget I even asked.” She hurried to grab her stubby eraser to start over. 

He laughed, snatching her pencil while she was occupied. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s like this.” He wrote it out for her. He pointed to another spot on her page that had caught his eye. “Ah, did you know the fun trick with this word?”

“Trick…?”

Mikoto wracked his brain for the exact details. He used to do this all the time when he was Amane’s age. She watched eagerly as he added a few lines to the page. 

“Tada!”

Her face scrunched up. “You just drew a cat.”

“Y-yeah, but I used the word to do it, see? That part makes his ears, and this the tail! Isn’t that fun?”

“You’ve ruined my notes once again.”

“Ruined?” He feigned offense. “This was the very skill that earned me my artist’s reputation in school! This little guy is the whole reason I’m a designer!”

She narrowed her eyes, trying to appear like she didn’t believe a word that he said while simultaneously studying him to see if she should believe a word he said. 

“Isn’t it impressive?”

Amane turned her withering stare to the little cat. “He doesn’t have any whiskers.”

Mikoto blinked. “I… guess he doesn’t.”

She reached over and grabbed the pencil from him. She started drawing them on herself. “Most cats have 24 whiskers, though of course it would be silly to draw so many.”

“Of course.”

“Some cats do have more. They are always symmetrical, so there’s always an even number. They’ll grow back if they fall out.”

Mikoto watched her face as she worked. At first he thought this was her attempt at saving her pride – she’d rattle off some animal facts and sound mature once more. But he saw that her attention was far more focused on the page than putting up an act.

“Does it hurt when they fall out?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

Her eyes glimmered. “No, it doesn’t! But they still don’t like when their whiskers are damaged. It’s what they use to see the world. They’re full of nerves. They communicate to the brain to tell them about the world.”

“Oooh, really?”

“Yes. They’re like a bug’s antennae. Or… maybe not. But a little like that. So it’s disorienting if they’re damaged.”

“I see! Hmm… that must be nice to have…maybe I should grow out my stubble like Kazui and get some whiskers of my own.” Mikoto spread his hands around his nose, mimicking them. He wiggled his fingers. He was prepared for her unamused expression, this time. 

“Humans can’t have them,” she huffed. “Regular hair doesn’t have nerves in it. It can’t feel anything.”

“We don’t know that,” he continued flaunting his new whiskers. “I think we should ask Kazui… or maybe Fuuta,” he said as the boy entered the room. He leaned close to Amane for a theatrically loud whisper. “Sometimes he looks like a cat to me. One of those really stupid orange ones.”

He didn’t have a chance to see her reaction, as Fuuta was up in his face within seconds. 

“The fuck are you saying about me?”

Mikoto spoke out of the corner of his mouth to Amane. “I hope he’s not the kind that bites…”

“All cats bite,” she told him. 

Fuuta looked between the two of them, his face red. “Just what are you trying to pull?” 

“What do you mean?”

“You’re really good with her,” he spat it like an insult. “You’ve got your little nicknames and your little jokes – but I’ve seen you otherwise. You care too much about work and rules to be so carefree. What do you gain by pretending to be a fun guy?”

Mikoto placed his palms over his own chest in a silly show of shock. “I am a fun guy!”

“Like hell you are. You’ve never once been like that with me, and we’re around the same age and everything. You just hang out with the old geezers instead. It’s like – oi, what’s that face for?” He narrowed his eye at Amane.

She was trying to smother a laugh. Mikoto encouraged her with a smirk of his own. “What is it?”

“Well…” Her eyes flicked nervously from Fuuta. She spoke to Mikoto, still unsure. “If you two never spend time together... Did you know, you need to spend time with cats… it’s called ‘socializing’ them. And if you don’t…”

“They get real mean!” Mikoto tipped his head back and laughed. He nudged Amane excitedly. “Perfect!” 

Fuuta sputtered protests, which only completed the analogy. “I’m serious! What’s with the different treatment?”

Amane lifted her chin. She put on her most instructive voice to tell him, “being an adult means you know that some people are important to treat seriously, and some people are important to have a little fun with.”

Mikoto matched her tone, nodding. “This girl gets it. Why can’t you be more mature like her, eh Fuuta?”

At last, she allowed herself a smile. 

Just as quickly, she turned back to her textbook. “Now, both of you are disturbing us while we study! Leave us be.” 

Even with her head bent over the page, Mikoto could see she kept on smiling.

[ziracona]

I’m finishing White Collar a decade later and it’s ruining my life

[moe-broey]

Why did I start like three other projects when I was already working on a big project when I just got hit with the autism exhaustion beam (requires. At least One Full Day just dead in bed, and then some more Taking It Easy time after)