#I WROTE THIS YESTERDAY

[pensbridge]

Some minor things you might have missed in the trailer

Icon Hyacinth hugs her future sister-in-law and looks second-most elated for the news behind the no. 1 polin supporter Mama Bridgerton

Lady Danbury is quite interested in this "fresh gossip" (Penelope Featherington is betrothed to Colin Bridgerton; quite intriguing, I must say) ?

The ring appears to be Violet's, that's been shown multiple times before. Thanks to @sayyoumadetobemine for pointing this out! However the box he presents it to her in appears to be different than the heart-shaped one we see with Anthony, which is interesting. (They're really not beating the Violet & Edmund mirroring allegations and I love that for them!)

At second .45, Colin doesn't let go of Penelope's hands when she turns towards the mirror as he maneuvers behind her.

I might be projecting my own wants (and it is a highly edited trailer where scenes are cut together/don't play out the way they look), but am I the only one sensing Colin has thoughts when she says she's been writing ...letters at the question of the ink? u didn't respond to my letters & who are u writing to jealousboy!TM

How many times is Colin gonna spin this girl in bliss? asdfghjkl It's totally cut off in the 2nd one, but each time, he pulls her into his chest at the end and I dieeee!

The kiss in the Whistledown robe. That's all! (this one I wrote purely for re-indulgence for me)

I've watched this 3 times, and I'm still not positive it's the same scene - Queen Charlotte points at....Cressida ? FUCK

Why did I just now notice the butterly motifs (1:50 is so obvious)

[jaepuppy]

tiktok being like, "yeah if the biden administration doesn't do something then tiktok will TRULY be banned January 19th!!" really isn't helping to put a nail in the "this is all a setup for trump to 'save' tiktok by bringing it back so people will like him" theory

[wanderingmind867]

Today I go back to school. More specifically, I get on the school bus in like 20 minutes. So wish me luck today. I'm probably going to need it. With me going full days (from 7/8 am to 2 pm), and with me having stomach issues, I really think I could use some luck right about now. So hopefully all goes well. But I'm still ridiculously nervous, and I can only pray I don't need to come home early due to stomach problems. If that happens, I'm gonna end up rethinking going to school this semester. But I need to try and be positive. So for now, let's just pray all goes well.

[shimelyasmin]

summer may not be my favorite season but i feel like it’s my season whether i like it or not. i do love and can even say i prefer cold weather, but something in me always starts unfurling whenever the sun starts hitting so hard that i feel like i’m sizzling. i start daydreaming about my hometown’s beaches. smelling like sunscreen, hair curled tighter and crunchy from swimming in the ocean, watching the sunset while eating shawarma (the kind you only ever find at home - with pickles, fries and toum). if i picture it hard enough, i can smell and feel the sea salt again.

[unofficially-racetrack]

My toxic trait is I will sit through an entire movie crocheting or just watching it and then at the end I will get completely distracted and end up missing the end of the movie.

Example A: I was crocheting while watching the new movie Migration, crocheted through the whole thing, by the end, I forgot the movie was on as I tried to make the rose look like a rose.

Example B: forgot the name of the movie but i watched the whole thing with my mom, and at the end, I decided to juice an orange and got a tiny amount of orange juice and missed the end.

[diazpatcher]

Holding onto to home

you slam the door shut

and I cling to the walls to keep them up

the door is bent now bruised and cracked

the walls shiver everytime you enter the house

the walls have claw marks on them

as I desperately hold them together

it's been years since the door was last slammed

but the walls have not forgotten in age

[belovedbastardremus]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Barty Crouch Jr./Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Barty Crouch Jr. & Voldemort, hint of past Barty Crouch/Evan Rosier, Regulus Black & Barty Crouch Jr. Characters: Barty Crouch Jr, Voldemort, MacNair, Regulus Black (mention), Evan Rosier (mention) Additional Tags: Death Eaters, dog metaphor, The Inherent Homoerotism of Power Imbalances Summary:

He hears the shaky breaths of his colleagues around him and remembers. Look forwards and draw hard looks, our name is new but they know it. Do not let them make you doubt it, seek the recognition in their eyes. Barty had spent his entire life looking for his father’s recognition in his eyes before he started enjoying the disgust and anger naturally radiating off of him. Under His eyes, he feels seen and awaited for. The glance he catches is full of expectations and for once, he reels to fulfill them.

[plutoisaplanet0]

the sun is setting

my sister is leaving soon

„this world needs better buildings“

the sound of my dad moving our luggage

this constant tiredness

her hand in mine

the train is slowing down

people are moving, suffocating me

the smell of her sweater

I tell her to go

why did I do that?

[why-the-heck-not]

understanding academic concepts got me blushing swinging my legs giggling

[torsamors]

On Seatbelts and Sunsets - Hanif Abdurraqib

[clocks-are-round]

my season 1 approximate age headcanons:

(note: it has been a couple years since i brushed up on rvb trivia. these ages also assume that training takes approximately a year and whether or not the characters had experiences in the unsc prior to blood gulch. i also touch on— mostly vaguely— some uncomfortable character details that were mentioned in the show. a lot of the things here are purely headcanon though. also using this as an excuse to talk about how im choosing to interpret THAT tucker line from the season 14 backstory episode. these headcanons assume 1-17 as canon and may be subject to change depending on whether i like the final season enough to let go of 15-17)

caboose: 19, enlisted after high school, thought it was a college signup. was briefly stationed on a space station iirc but that was very short-lived.

tucker: 20, enlisted a year after high school trying to cope with his mothers death with delusions of playboyness and trying to run away from an incident that tarnished his reputation back home. (frankly i try to keep as much as i can of the rvb one-off “jokes” that can be taken as character backstory, even if uncomfortable. this is a personal choice and i understand why many people leave these out completely. this approach becomes relevant again when talking about kai later in this post, and yes simmons ate a dog once and sarge had a traumatic incident with a man who claimed he was his uncle. i just prefer to view them as serious events because those “jokes” were not funny to me. whether i bring these up in fics is up in the air. just because it’s fucked up doesn't mean im going to avoid it) the “joke” about tucker “she didn’t tell me she was underage and the charges were dropped” (paraphrase); rather than ignore it i just try to approach it with the best faith that i can. tucker genuinely didn’t realize. he just turned 19, she was 16 but said she was 18, they never did more than kiss once but her parents found out before he did and tried to press charges— how he found out— and although things ended relatively well all things considered it scared the hell out of him and pushed him to leave as far as he could… though he did so in a stupid way (“dr. cloitus”) to continue avoiding confronting his more serious and intense emotions. i imagine he was still pretty dissociated back then and while there is no excuse for intentionally being a creep, life is hard enough at that age and trauma makes it even harder to be “normal” about shit. tucker is probably the character i write most deviated from canon. a person once (though probably didn’t realize i could see it) said a fic of mine was a terrible ooc interpretation of tucker that they hated reading. to be fair, he was my least favorite of the main cast (HATED him the first time i watched the show, but he grew on me eventually like they all do) and i understood him the least which probably led to my headcanons not lining up perfectly with who he is in canon. i like to think i did better in some of my later fics but ultimately not everyone is gonna like everything i make. im not an official rvb writer, i just had ideas and thought other people might enjoy what i came up with too.

grif: 23, enlisted after dropping out of harvard for more structure/change of scenery. was stationed that place he was the sole survivor due to falling asleep during an attack

simmons: 21, enlisted after high school because his queerphobic dad said in an argument that if he went to war he’d accept him as a “real man” and his son. was stationed that place he had to eat the dog to survive

donut: 19, not actually sure what his reason for enlisting is. hmm will have to consider

sarge: late 40s, has insisted he’s 29 since he turned 29. enlisted in his late 20s due to intense boredom from his office job. was odst pre blood gulch

doc: 24-25ish when introduced in *squints* season 3??? (i’m sorry i’m rusty), enlisted after flunking medical school a couple times

kai: i haven’t thought super hard about this yet since my fics so far focused mostly on caboose, simmons, and tucker. though she wasn’t present in season 1, I imagine she enlisted as soon as she was old enough in order to go ask her brother to his face what the hell was wrong with him (for dipping so suddenly). her intentions changed before she reached him. probably about in season 5, she just has a bit of a baby face (thinking about two of my friends who as young adults were mistaken for young teenagers on separate occasions) and tries to use makeup to avoid that (based on a drawing someone made of kai doing makeup for wash(?) and saying she used it to make herself look older). the multiple pregnancies that grif knew about makes it tricky. as i said earlier i try not to shy away from things in canon just because theyre… not ideal. there was at least one pregnant student when i was in high school. teen pregnancies happen. but she also said at one point that she didn’t have sex in high school because she didn’t feel comfortable with herself iirc, so it’s more likely that it started after graduating. which puts a wrench in the ‘as soon as she was old enough’ idea. because that means she was at least 18 when grif enlisted. in short, YEAH WTF I NEED TO THINK ABOUT THIS MORE TO BE ABLE TO FIND A WAY FOR THESE SEEMINGLY CONTRADICTORY LORE BITS TO WORK TOGETHER. loose estimate of season 5 age: 21-22?? depending on whether season 1 to season 5 was 1 or 2 years (idr the actual time estimation). as far as the intent of the creators? probably 18-19 due to the teenager comment. …wait didn’t she say she enlisted to run away from having burnt the house down? so that probably contributed to her reason. damn i started this thinking i’d have a concrete kai analysis/age theory FUCK lol

this is a mess but. here

how fucking old is Kai supposed to be in season 5? She jokes about not being old enough to join the army and Grif believes it well enough. Lopez calls her a teenager. there's a deleted scene of her talking about algebra homework. She's had several abortions goes to raves and does drugs. What the fuck

[potatobugz]

objects loving objects baby!!!!

[theobservatory]

｡⁠☆I'm Baby｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ 

☆Tim drake x reader

☆Cw: Damian being a menace, crack/fluff

To be honest, Damian was only getting close to you to bother Drake. He didn't really have a reason for it either, but bothering is pseudo older brother is entertaining, fun even.

It's not tranquil, like painting. It's not rewarding, like training. It's not adrenaline filled, like patrol. No, it's just... Fun.

Damian can't even explain why it's fun either. There's just something about the look of utter anguish, irritation, that crosses Drake's face that just makes him smile.

It's an evil little thing, all sharp teeth and hard lines. Nothing like those big grins you see kids have in childish movies. No, he looks like a shark in fish infested waters. Like a wolf locked in a pen of sheep.

So imagine his surprise when you derail his plans by being likeable. You're clever, and kind, but not smothering like Grayson. He didn't start showing up at your window to actually get close to you, and yet here is, tucked into your side as he vents about school today.

The people at his school are utter imbeciles, and he only goes to appease his father. Not that he understands why his father sends him. He already has a friend his age, Jon! He's sure you'd be his friend too, if he asked.

... Even the thought of doing that is too humiliating to fathom.

He's sure you'd just look at him with that dumb smile that makes his chest feel tight, and you'd probably pet down his hair, and say something like "Of course we're friends! Why else would I let you crash on my couch after patrol?" Because you're good like that, and always give reasons why you do and feel things.

But he'd rather drop dead than be perceived as childish or immature. Asking someone to be your friend is playground chat, and Damian stopped going to a school with a playground this year so he's much too old for that. Instead he just rambles about how many times he's had to correct his teacher this year, because if he thinks the kids are stupid don't get him started on the adults.

You listen the whole way through, an arm wrapped around his shoulder. He's practically squished to your side. He planted himself there as soon as he got through the lock on your front door, but you don't say anything about it, you never do. It's much more tolerable than Grayson's constant cooing.

"And do you know what the worst part is?" Damian huffs, a balled fist gripping your pants.

"What?"

"She tried to correct me on the Greek Pantheon, me! It's as if my chosen aunt isn't Princess Diana of Themscryia! Imbeciles, everyone of them!"

You nod solemnly, clearly understanding Damian's plight. This is why he comes to you, no one at that blasted manor gets it. They would try and correct him, teach him to be more understanding, but you just listen! You listen, and commiserate! Like any good sibling should.

"I used to have a teacher like that. It turned out no matter what I told him, no matter what evidence I presented, he just decided that I was a lost cause anyway." You roll your eyes, picking at the stitching of Damian's sleeve. He should probably stop you, but he can't even bring himself to give the gesture a glance of his attention. "I ended up transferring out of the class, my peace was not worth the credit. I just took it online instead."

"If only father were that understanding. I would take every class online if I could."

"What, there isn't a single thing you enjoy about school? When I was your age I only ever showed up for extracurriculars, but they managed to at least make it a little worth it for me."

Damian wants to say no, "My art and art teacher isn't deplorable." But that would be a lie.

"What're they-"

The lock of your farthest window clicks, interrupting you. Damian slips a blade out of the pocket of his school uniform, but doesn't bother moving. A measley intruder won't stand a chance against him, especially because they would be interrupting his you time.

A foot slides in through the open window. Black slacks, he can tell by the hemlines they're expensive. The shoes are glossy, but slightly scuffed, also clearly expensive.

Damian glares, he knows exactly who this is. The grip of his blade gets tighter.

"Hey babe." Drake greets, pulling his satchel in the window before closing it. "You'll never believe the day I had at work-"

Damian and Drake lock eyes. He can feel his eyes turn into giddy crescents as Tim's face falls into disbelief. Yes, this is the exact feeling he's been waiting for. He could revel in that disgusted expression he has.

"What's he doing here?" Drake sneered.

"Don't be rude."

"Wha- I'm not being rude. I just- baby, sweetheart, why the fuck is my little brother in your apartment?"

For his part, Damian just snuggles closer to you, causing you to squeeze him tighter. If it's even possible, he looks even more smug than he did before. All according to plan.

"I invited him. He likes to hangout after school sometimes." You smile, it's genuine, as if you're completely oblivious to why this would distress Tim. They both know you well enough to know you're having just as much fun fucking with your boyfriend as Damian is.

"You know each other? You do this regularly??"

"No thanks to you. I've only met your family once and it was in passing, Tim! What was I supposed to do, tell him to leave? He's just a baby!"

Under normal circumstances, Damian would grow irate at being called a baby. He is ten years old, in double digits, basically an adult! However, annoying Drake takes precedence right now.

"Yeah Drake, I'm just a baby." Damian says flatly. "I'm just a baby, and you're scaring me."

You gasp. "Timothy you're scaring my baby!"

"That demon is NOT a baby! Are you under mind control? Blink twice if you need help."

Your hand tugs Damian into your chest, and you plant a kiss on his forehead. His demonic smile wavers for a moment as a flush hits his cheeks, that same icky syrup-like feeling you tend to give him curling in his chest. It comes right back when he sees that absolute offended and affronted look on Drake's face.

This is the best day of his life.

"If you don't start being nice to this sweet baby angel right this second, I'll have to throw you out of my apartment. Sorry Tim, those are the rules."

"You just made that up, those- that's- those aren't the rules!"

Damian pulls out of your hold to sit up straight on the couch, re-pulling out his switchblade. It glints off the yellowish lighting in your apartment, the same glint in his wolfish grin.

"Please." He stands. "It would be an honor if you would allow me."

You pretend to think about it, a matching mischievous look on your face. "Hmm okay, but only because you asked so nicely.

"I'm sorry Tim, but I don't make the rules, I just follow them."

"I'm not sorry." Damian brags.

"Shut it, brat."

Tim begins to climb back out the window, huffing as his satchel gets stuck on the sill for the second time. His head pokes back in before he closes it, a glare, that would be terrifying if Damian was anyone else, on his face.

"This isn't over."

"I disagree."

The window slams shut, and Damian slots himself right back where he was before. Both of you have the evilist of giggles as you basket on the high of teasing Tim Drake.

Despite his shitty day at school, it's a good day, anyway.

You only played along bc Tim's been ignoring you for the sake of work, leaving his stabby little brother here to satiate your boredom. This is petty revenge.

Damian also becomes the biggest cock block in the world after this. You think it's funny, Tim not so much.

Also planning on writing a short follow up to this where Tim comes to you after patrol and needs reassurance.

｡⁠☆Requests open

[artisticxlly]

Fuck it, Haikyu!! characters and their unusual skills hcs

Ushijima is very good with distinguishing tastes. Like he can tell you if a drink is or isn't diet (combine this with diabetic tendou?? for the ultimately sweet (pun intended) moment of him telling the waitress that his boyfriends drink isn't diet and that he'd like another, please) also this makes him a very good candidate for developing chocolate recipes

Kuroo and Kenma learned some simple sign language to communicate without words (comes in handy when Kenma gets overwhelmed at a party, for example). Sometimes, they use it early in the mornings because neither of them are early birds and get grumpy without caffeine.

Kageyama has a very sensitive sense of smell. He will outright tell Hinata if he changed his shampoo because he can smell it (and because most of the time doesn't like it).

The Miya twins are actually really decent singers if you get some alcohol into them. They are also really good at whistling (it annoys the hell out of their partners sometimes).

Sakusa can mimic people really well (he's perceptive and picks up on their habits and speech patterns really quickly) and his impression of Atsumu has made for quite a few scenarios where their team cannot stop laughing because of how good it is.

Kita can sleep practically anywhere if he's exhausted, he just chooses not to for his own dignity (until he moves in with Aran anyways, who finds him asleep spread out on the floor multiple times).

Suna has a very dextrous tongue, i.e., he can tie a cherry stem in his mouth (do with that information what you want, honestly)

Hirugami can mimic certain animal sounds really well and sometimes does so almost out of reflex (maybe a verbal stim?) when he treats animals at his job (i.e. he'll "mreow" right back at a cat).

Akaashi can wiggle his ears and nose and does it sometimes when he's bored.

Bokuto can walk on his hands when he does a handstand (I mean, overall, I think that he could be very good at gymnastics)

[today-in-the-bunker]

Today, the power goes out momentarily in the bunker. Before the back up generator can restore the lights, they notice that Cas, in a subliminal effort to continue reading his book, has begun to emit a soft glowing light.

[tetzoro]

slightly tipsy zoro who has had it with your endless teasing all night. he finally gets you all alone in the crows nest, predatory gaze set on you as he slides his bandana off from where he keeps it. practiced fingers glide along the ends of the fabric, securely tying it around his head like he’s done so many times in battle.

except this time, there’s no battle. the glint in his eye sparks to life as he views you like an enemy who has crossed his path. zoro knows how much you love to dig your fingers into his hair when he goes down on you, using it as leverage to tug and pull him as you please. normally, he tolerates it and gives into your every whim because the discernible taste of you on his tongue is far too addictive to have it any other way.

but tonight, he gets off on your struggle as he edges you, rutting his hips against the flimsy mat you both lay on as your try to claw at his bandana, fingers slipping off the fabric with a satisfying whine.

it’s only a matter of time until you tear it off, even he knows that in his hazy, pussy drunk state. in fact, he’s counting on it. because once you do, then he has every right to plunge into your greedy cunt and fuck you until the sun rises with the bandana tied around you instead.