#I have more to say and will add it to this post as well

[honeytonedhottie]

shopping tips from a professional shopaholic⋆.ೃ࿔*:･👛💕

in this post im going to give you the rundown of my all-time FAVORITE activity… shopping! and i must say im quite the professional. i’ll be talking about navigating sales, identifying deals, and finding the CUTEST stuff that’s worth ur buck…💬🎀

GOOD DEAL VS. BAD DEAL ;

let’s imagine there’s a big sale going on. $5 for 10 basic tank tops that are so cute! but the quality isn’t very good. but it doesn’t matter cuz there r 10 different tops right? WRONG. quality > price ALWAYS, sometimes cheap isn’t a good deal if it won’t last. if it’s a reasonable price for good quality than it’s a good deal, but if u have to pay a pretty penny for good quality products it’ll be worth it in the long run.

when shopping for clothes think of investing in pieces that will actually get used. imagine ur looking at two super cute hand bags, one is $50 that you’ll prob wear like twice and that you don’t anticipate will last very long and the other is $150, it’s designer and it’s high quality and goes with more outfits.

the $50 bag worn twice = $25 per wear. not worth it.

the $200 bag worn 100+ times = $2 per wear. way more value for your money.

now THATS girl math. investing in well made pieces actually saves you money in the grand scheme of things. you’ll have go to pieces, so make sure ur thinking about you’ll be wearing the piece ur about to buy.

FINDING THE GOOD STUFF ;

when shopping i love to go to the mall or online shop but ultimately THRIFTING has my heart. i’ll find these super cute pieces or pieces with loads of potential that i have a vision for, and i’ll DIY it until it’s exactly what i want. that way i have original pieces in my wardrobe that no one else does. it makes me feel like a custom barbie doll 🎀

when shopping i gravitate towards clothes within my color palette (pinks, black, browns, creams). because i know my colors and my palette so well it’s easy for me to mix and match pieces and thinks blend easier. next i check the fabric bcuz even if a piece is cute, if it won’t last i don’t bother wasting my money.

another thing i always make sure to do is try on the piece before purchasing it because the fit is also important. i want the piece to flatter my proportions. another thing i take note of is unique details that elevate that the piece already has or that i can add. some examples include…

faux furs

rhinestones

cute ruffles

always browse beyond the mannequin displays. oftentimes the best pieces are hidden in the back of the rack or in sections you wouldn’t normally check. also, don’t sleep on the kids’ or men’s sections, they have good stuff there too!

NAVIGATING SALES LIKE A PRO ;

sales are such a blessing when u know how to navigate them correctly. when theres a sale make sure to ask yourself if you'd buy that same item at full price. if not, PUT IT DOWNNN. a discount literally means shit if the item is just gonna collect dust in ur closet.

also, know what a real sale is as opposed to a fake one, some stores mark up prices just to mark them down again. do ur research and compare prices to different shops to see if you’re actually getting a deal.

PRO TIP : holiday sales and end-of-season clearances usually have the best markdowns, so that’s when i go all out and stock up...👛💕

ONLINE VS OFFLINE SHOPPING ;

the perks of online shopping include :

better for finding exclusive pieces

online only discounts and promo codes

make sure to check the reviews for something before buying anything!

the perks of offline shopping include :

you can actually try on the pieces

you see the item in person, feel the fabric, its much more intimate and personal

impulse buys are typically less tempting

to get the best from both worlds i'll do some research before shopping in person to check the quality. if I love it, i buy it right then and there. iff it’s cheaper online, i'll order it online.

REWARD SYSTEMS AND MEMBERSHIPS ;

if ur a shopaholic TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MEMBERSHIPS AND REWARD SYSTEMS, especially from shops and boutiques that u frequent.

🎀 keep track of birthday and anniversary sales

🎀 subscribe to emails

🎀 sign up for store memberships

SOME OF MY FAVORITE ONLINE SHOPS ;

🛍️ i.am.gia

🛍️ shou shou cherry

🛍️ princess polly

🛍️ prty grl beauty

🛍️ depop

🛍️ poshmark

🛍️ pieces of porcelain

[shimmering-starsun]

there’s been an insane resurgence of headcannons in the marvel fandom thanks to thunderbolts, so heres my masterlist of headcannons i’ve seen from others that I will continue to add to :)

Yelena

her guinea pig is the group pet—named Nat

insists on doing karaoke every saturday night, she and Ava eat everyone up.

Cooks for EVERYONE. makes sure they all eat enough.

laughs at her own jokes, especially the bad ones. Ava can’t help but laugh with her.

Bucky

leads group therapy seasion every tuesday.

tries* to use brainrot and slang terms, but it catches onto Alexei, so now nobody can convince him otherwise.

helps Bob with his nightmares. Sees pre-serum Steve in Bob so he feels like he needs to protect him

talks about Sam a lot, everyones tired of it.

argues with John constantly, but they always work well together on missions.

It’s a competition to see who can sneak up on and scare bucky. He’s expressionless every time and just says “wow that was so scary”

Insists on silence breaks, everyone starts speaking again after 3 minutes.

says he never cares, but makes sure there’s water and first aid for every mission.

Bob

THE little brother.

has to have some amount of light on when he sleeps. He also loves to sleep in the living room on the couch when other’s are there to listen to the soft of their voices.

May or may not be on Booktok, either way, he reads romance and mystery.

always in the corner drinking tea or a milkshake when the others are fighting.

hates cucumber, any way it’s prepared.

He always beats John in every card or board game. when it’s more than 2 people playing, it doesn’t matter if Bob comes out on top, he always gets a higher score than John. They’re the two brothers who hate eachother.

watches cartoons to heal his inner child, doesn’t let anyone know.

>800 hours on minecraft

hard for him to accept gifts from others, even if it’s a bag of chips, he’ll say he doesn’t deserve it.

actually has a great sense of humor, can make the entire team cry from laughter just by saying something small. Takes him a couple weeks to loosen up and start joking around

Ava

likes to jumpscare people by just appearing out of thin air. Steals everyones snacks because she can.

Ultimate gaslighter, especially towards Bob. shows him those ai videos of sad cat stories and obvious rage bate and he gets pissed about it.

loves halloween and horror movies (a menace on halloween night, especially to John who she would just stand in the hallway and stare menacingly at while in a clown costume or something)

has trouble sleeping. Bucky once found her on the floor of the training room at 3am

once passed out from overworking herself, woke up and found Bob sitting next to her watching over her like a big golden retriever.

Kendrick Lamar enthusiast

Red Guardian

runs a tiktok account where he posts videos of the team (bonus, he puts filters on them and doesn’t tell)

will make the most heinous food combinations and swear they’re good.

hugs a little too tightly.

always gives a big dramatic speech before they go out, even if it’s just for coffee.

tells stories that are 90% lies, but everyone listens anyway.

John

acts as if he doesn’t care for the group, but gets worried if they don’t all text him back.

thinks he has a niche movie collection but it’s not neiche at all. horrible taste in movies (this one is very popular)

resident chef, along with Yelena.

the only one who has an actual schedule.

Gets really quiet after missions, especially if things went bad. Extremely self-critical even if it’s not apparent.

[essycogany]

Sonic HATES Being Wrong

Like…to an extreme degree. Let me elaborate.

This is a very interesting detail I’ve noticed ever since I made my Sonic’s Flaws post. Here, I’d like to talk about Sonic’s most fatal flaw because this conversation gets interesting. The flaw is one every variation of Sonic can be guilty of and one that causes the most damage to his world and even the people he cares about. If you disagree, I understand. Just hear me out and even if I don’t convince you, I hope this turns out to be a fun read regardless. Feel free to give me some context, correct me, or add information if you‘d like.

The Flaw

Sonic is terribly pertinacious and stubborn. Most people would think of Sonic Prime where he doesn’t listen to his friends warning him to not destroy the paradox prism, but when I think of Prime!Sonic I don't think of that. Especially since this version comes off more as an inexperienced teenager trying to figure things out. While in the games, he’s portrayed as rarely being wrong. Not because he’s perfect, but because Sonic never feels the need to change because of past victories. After all, if everything is going his way, why should he change, right? Well, this can be a problem. The scene in S3 ep3 where a few of the pirates were lost at sea, shows how truly stubborn Prime!Sonic (and Sonic in general), can be. He verbally refuses to take accountability for lost resources and unknowingly helps Nine have better predominance over them.

In this scene, No Place was decaying and Sonic finds out that the other pirate crew was stuck there. Everyone else, even the villains, reasonably says it’s too risky and he ignores them. Of course, he is within reason but if things went sour, it would’ve been his fault. Especially since that almost became a reality before the Chaos Council swooped in to help.

Near the end of the episode, Sonic says it’s a win for everyone, but Mr. Doc says, “Was it? Your little friends are safe, but at what cost? The fox can conjure up more minions with the snap of his fingers. Whereas our fleet is damaged, our troops are spent, and we’re almost out of time.” Surprisingly reasonable call out of the consequences of saving the pirates, if they don’t have enough resources, they were even more screwed than before. Then Sonic says, “I’m sorry but losing anyone is not an option.” While it’s warranted and makes sense for his character, it almost comes across as “We had to save them because I said so.” This is an example of Sonic not having a good argument by addressing the results of their battle. He does it a lot more than you’d think. Despite Sonic not listening to people being a bigger staple of Prime, I personally think it’s never expanded upon or executed well. Not to me anyway, but I don’t mind anyone disagreeing.

In any case, Sonic, as a character in every continuity, tends to “follow by his own rules” but this can be perceived negatively as “doing whatever he wants no matter who argues with him.”

Examples

Sonic Boom Rise of Lyric tackles this too. This is probably the least serious example but still can be a problem sometimes. This is S2 Ep 19 when an Eggman robot Clone tries to break Team Sonic apart and almost succeeds too. It doesn’t have much to do with this topic but I do like how in this episode when the drama started happening, Sonic for once in his life tries to talk abohut his feelings with Tails who turned out to be Steve. I know this has nothing to do with this discussion, but I just thought it was a funny thing to point out. The one time Sonic tries to talk about his feelings, he gets the door slammed in his face. It’s so mean-spirited and stupid. I love Sonic Boom!

But yeah, Rise Of Lyric also shows how his stubbornness can end up with the world being at stake. Or in the case of this episode have your friends grow apart.

The Sonic Movies tackles his shortcomings perfectly. I think he's pretty impulsive in all 3 movies. Mixing his perniciousness doesn't create the greatest meal. He's younger, so that would be expected. This scene is the most recent example. Sonic as a character tends to live in the moment and here, Movie!Sonic is playing a huge role in this category. He’s not even trying to hear anyone out. He’s in a constant rage at this point and can’t think clearly. He wants revenge on Shadow so much he loses himself. His friends. His brothers are so loyal to still allow him to get the Master Emerald despite knowing he wants it for revenge. Sonic's so hurt, he loses himself and forgets what they originally were there for.

I'm sure if Sonic choose to let his feelings consume him, he probably wouldn’t have saved the world. Why? Let’s just say things would’ve went out of control without Shadow. Sonic dogged a big tangent bullet for having mercy on Shadow.

Yeah, Archie/Reboot Archie didn’t mess around either. I'd say it’s sometimes as tense and bit worse due to him having the biggest ego and ongoing trauma. I'm surprised he didn't go insane. Notice how harsh he is in these instances. He’s overly angry here. Luckily, he has a large group of friends to help him take things down a peg and reminds him how they have his back. Even when worst comes to worst (which is an understatement), his friends are able to get him out of that mindset and put him back in reality. Hunbel him to put it bluntly.

In a way, Sonic's flaws in the Archie comics make me think he feels so guilty that he pushes himself beyond his limits as a way to make up for his loudmouth. Like in other versions, he feels the need to take on more than he can physically handle. He strains his body, mind, and entire being to accomplish tasks on his own because he believes he deserves the punishment. Alternatively, he might just be exhausting himself and attempting to take on more than he can manage. It’s not surprising, really.

This panel is insane for letting Eggy make a valid point. You can tell by his ears how Sonic’s getting visibly irritated. By the end of the argument, he gets super mad and can’t even find a good quip to back himself up. Because in a way, he knows Eggman has a point. That’s how I interpret it anyway.

Game or IDW Sonic is usually in denial when it comes to being wrong. He doesn’t address the issues directly but the person who calls him out for it instead. He’s the most experienced Sonic. I know some people use “mature” but I think experience is a better term due to how he doesn’t have arcs or character growth like other characters. More so he’s used to this song and dance, so his hatred towards being wrong comes from a place of thinking he’s got everything under control. Until it bites him in the butt.

You notice in most of these Sonic’s pretty angry and isn’t the biggest fan of being told off. Even in different continuities, the guy cannot argue without not being self-aware most of the time. The funny thing is he isn’t doing it selfishly. At least not in a typical way. To me, Sonic is the least selfish character in the franchise for a good chunk of the series. He sacrifices himself, gives people more chances than they deserve, and even takes the time to stop his main goals if it means helping someone else. But the guy cannot take the time to admit he’s wrong or his morals have consequences. Not because Sonic thinks he’s better than everyone. I don’t think Sonic sees himself in that way, but I do think he’s always in “I’ve done this thing plenty of times. As long as this thing works, I’ll keep doing it,” mode. Or in the case of Movie!Sonic, goes on instinct which is also a common part of his characterization.

Why Sonic Has This Flaw

Sonic never stops running; he charges head-first into any situation, always striving to do what's right. After all, he's the fastest thing alive. Sonic doesn't have the luxury of questioning himself or dwelling on doubts. While it's true that he has caused some issues, including in the games, he doesn't waste time feeling sorry for himself. The only times he's shown insecurity were during the Metal Virus arc, so interpret that as you wish.

This brings up another point. Crazy how much I didn’t notice, but most of the time, Sonic doesn’t like it when people disagree with him. Understandable, everyone doesn’t want to be wrong. But he takes it to the extreme at times. Like sometimes he's baffled when anyone challenges him. Sonic’s also never truly called out by the right people. I don’t mean Shadow, Espio, Knuckles, or the villains. I mean, Amy, Tails, Tangled, or other characters he’s inspired. People who look up to him. Sure, they try, but I can count on one hand how many times he actually listens. Sonic’s always so caught up in doing things his way that he disregards people who mean the most to him.

I mentioned this in my other post but he doesn't listen to Tails in Sonic 06 or Lost World, so the games count.

While Sonic often has valid points in his arguments with others, he frequently comes across as someone who needs to be right. He rarely allows others the opportunity to express their views or admits when he is wrong. This issue is often overlooked in stories where these conflicts arise, either because there isn't enough time to address them or they remain unanswered altogether. This makes sense, considering that Sonic typically doesn’t undergo character arcs canonically. However, I appreciate the presence of characters like Shadow, Knuckles, Surge, Kit, and certain Archie characters like Scurge. They serve to challenge Sonic’s morals and illustrate that he isn’t always correct. If Sonic isn’t going to evolve as a character, at least these figures can show that his sense of freedom and living by his own rules doesn’t work for everyone. They can be portrayed negatively and can challenge his viewpoints. They can be questioned. They can be challenged. Sonic isn’t always right.

His passion shows that he truly wants things to work for everyone. His stubbornness drives him to the point of frustration as he strives to help others to live according to his ideals. However, at times his approach isn’t the most effective. You can see that Sonic genuinely hates this, yet he continues to push forward to help those in need. There’s something both beautiful and heartbreaking about that.

Conclusion

What’s funny is that Sonic rarely gets angry, so you could say this could be one of his few triggers. Along with people being unjust and other such.

Overall, Sonic has good intentions but the results of those intentions are severe. None of this is to imply Sonic’s a terribly written character. It’s just a serious flaw he has. Though listening to his friends more would help.

I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t like a moment of his friends noticing a constant pattern of him being pertinacious and not paying attention to anyone’s protest. I wouldn’t want it to come out of nowhere, but it’d be an issue that’d progress over a large amount of time and add up. It could be dramatic or constructive depending on the situation and execution. Whatever character does it, they’d either talk to him about it or physically show the outcomes of his actions. They do it all the time in other media but not canonically. This is just random speculation though. I don’t know if I’m in over my head but I hope someone got something out of this.

All of this is not to say Sonic never takes accountability or listens to his friends. SA1 scene with Amy, when he apologizes to Bell in IDW for being too standoffish, and plenty of other examples. Like the end of Sonic movie 3. That Sonic Boom episode where he apologized for not working with his team. And endless moments in Archie and Reboot Archie. Sonic isn’t unreasonable. Just 9 times out of 10 he can get a big head. That’s all.

Stay Creative! 💜

[oddballwriter]

Um... If ok, thoughts of maaaybe Headcannons--> JessicaRabbit!GN!Reader with SERIES!ENA or BBQ!ENA?

Both ENAs x reader where they have a Jessica & Rodger Rabbit dynamic

Warning: Both ENAs being ENA, ie webseries!ENA having breakdowns and lows, and Dream BBQ ENA getting into it with people. People hitting on reader even though she’s taken.

Author’s snip: I know when I made my little shit post that someone was gonna ask for something and I’m so happy about that.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Webseries ENA

Arguably where you’d have the most Jessica and Rodger dynamic in my opinion

ENA is always going on silly little adventures and what-not, and you’re there because you both want to be by her side and also in case she gets herself into trouble so that you can help her out

You’re very used to how ENA is, and that’s something that you’ve come to love about her and become very understanding of.

Where others might find her happy side’s enthusiasm and extroverted-ness to be bothersome and her sad side to be annoying and whiny, you see your girlfriend being herself and that she can’t help those aspects of her

Her happy side is all over the place, always talking, waving her arms around, and even dancing. So you let her do those things freely and let that part of her express itself. Even joining in and encouraging it since ENA deserves to have to let it out

Speaking of letting it out, when she gets sad and upset, you slow down with her and let her grab onto you and lean all her weight on you like you’re a comforting teddy bear and cry it out. Or, if she’s really breaking down, gently but securely enclose or guard her in something like a hug so that she doesn’t spin herself out of control. Or gently rub her back when she throws up.

She really appreciates you and the fact that you lover her, completely, and don’t shame her for being… well… ENA

Everyone sort of avoids and ignores her at worst and barely tolerates her presence at best. So for you to be so loving and accepting of her is a breath of fresh air and a feeling that she can’t feel anywhere else but with you. Everyone (except Moony) laughs at her, but you love her.

Both her sides are very passionate in their feelings towards you in their own respective way

Her happy side always calls you things like “dear” and “my beloved (yn)” and always talks to you or adds you to her conversations with people. Both in the sense that she asks what you think about things and never shuts up about you

She’s completely love struck and smitten for you. Practically your shadow.

Her sad side, of course, is always ridden with doubt, fear, and self loathing, and that sort of bleeds into her feelings about you

She always talk about how she’s “suwch a miswable mess” and “I down’t undewstand how someowne gweat like yow cowld wove someone wike me.”

It can be a bit of a handful because she can at times crash out and spiral really hard and become basically inconsolable. And in those moments, you can really only contain her so that she doesn’t end up hurting herself or someone else as she spirals and just wait the calms down enough to go back to a more manageable state

But you’ve been with her all this time and you’ve learned to have patience with her and know that, at the very least, she’ll tire her out and you can help her become more stable

It’s a lot of reassuring her that she’s not a mess and that you really do love her regardless of the situations you might have to face with her and her mood/personality swings

Sometime you don’t really need to say a lot. Sometimes you just need to hold her for a while, patting her back or head, and shushing her quietly and telling her that she’s alright and that you’re not going anywhere

Maybe even joke that she’s stuck with you

Or even plain out say that you really do love her and that there’s no one here like her and you couldn’t find anybody close even if you tried

A lot of people question why you’d be with somebody like ENA, maybe even offer that they could be better, but you always firmly shake your head and say that “She makes you laugh.”

Dream BBQ ENA

Same as webseries ENA, but just in a different font

You “work” along side ENA in all her jobs and tasks, much to everyone’s confusion since they all basically think ENA is bottom of the barrel

They even ask you about it personally, especially Froggy, who will outright ask what you see in her and how you could handle her and all her wacky-ness, or pointing that there’s plenty more people that you could “do better with”

But you hold your ground and reinstate that ENA is the one for you and that there is no “better” to you

ENA definitely feels the same way even if it’s coated in sales talk or words that sound harsh and rude

You entertain all of her salesperson side’s wacky business ideas and schemes, never once shooting them down unless they’re actually dangerous, to which you subtly point her in a more safe direction by suggesting something else

To which she always says “Aha! What a marvelous idea! You are truly a goldmine of business smarts and creativity. What emotional bankruptcy and liability me and my heart would be in without you, my dearest companion!”

You are the asset holder of the brain cell… unfortunately

I’m not calling her stupid or anything, but her business side doesn’t know when to stop and when she’s being very gullible and suggestible. Again, you gotta reroute her train of thought sometimes if her Meanie side doesn’t come out and set herself straight again, or else she’d be in some thick waters with all her tasks and responsibilities and get overwhelmed

Meanie can hold her own and you know that, so you’re often less concerned with her and getting herself into trouble in the ay that her salesperson side often does

But she does still find trouble in getting on the wrong person’s bad side and end up in a fight

You have to be there to calm her down when you notice that she’s starting to roll up her sleeves and direct her to talk away

Mostly though, you just gotta pick her up so that she doesn’t end up fighting someone and excuse yourself from the conversation and apologize to the person for ENA’s behavior

Again, she can be a handful of her own, but you love her to bits

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

I saw your tags from the post about Stanley not breaking Ford's project. I just wanted to add: imagine if Ford realized the truth years later when Crampelter told him that HE broke his project. Like "I'm a changed man and I want to get this out my chest: I'm the one who broke your project in high school. But since your life seems to be good, then it probably didn't matters hahaha— why are you having a breakdown right now?"

Oh Ford would be so devastated, especially because there was a whole second half that got cut in the tags when i hit reblog:)

For those of you interested, here's the OG post

(Also, if anyone knows how to make the link smaller, i'd appreciate it. I don't know why its so big)

I had a whole thing about Stan, getting accused of breaking Fords project and no one believing him when he says he didn't do it (not even Ford), goes back to school and finds evidence that he wasn't responsible, like a video or someone else fessing up to it. Only Ford doesnt want to hear it, too stuck in his own hurt to listen to what Stan has to say. They have a whole argument that ends with Ford shouting at Stan to actually own up to something for once in his life and grow up.

Cue hurt feelings.

Well, since Stan knows he's innocent, and therefore owes Ford nothing, and Ford doesnt want to hear about said innocence, he's going to use his hurt feelings and anger to fuel his petty ambition of one upping Ford. Ford wanted to ditch Stan and become a famous scientist? Well now Stan's going to do that. He goes to school, manages to scrape enough passing grades to graduate and works in the evenings to feed himself, graduates, and goes to college. Its not Backupsmore, for two reasons.

This is not a college reconciliation story

Stan's college is actually halfway decent. Its not great, but its not bottom of the barrel, for a reason that will become important later.

Stan's now in college, working to get any kind of fancy science degree, where he meets (Drum roll) Emma-May! She becomes his new BFF and helps tutor him, through their shared love of pettiness and crime. They meet by both breaking into the same terrible professors office, Stan to cheat and mess him up because he's a jerk, Emma-May to riffle through his files and also mess him up because he's a jerk. Stan's a great partner in crime, and together they manage to graduate and get their degrees. Stan doesnt have a million phds like his brother surpress-a-lot, but he's got maybe one and a grant to study what he came to school to study.

Anomalies.

Ford was always going on about them, so Stan's going to discover something, publish it, and become super famous. Finds the perfect place to start and everything! He's got a place, money, a friend (who, aw dang, couldn't make it to her wedding because he was working/studying or whatever, but he sends her a card and calls to congratulate her).

Then four years after getting kicked out, he moves into his new house/lab/base of operations in Gravity Falls. Surely this is where he'll one up Ford! He's going to shove his success in Fords face and then who will be sorry for ever doubting Stan's ability to grow up and get things done!

Cue pikachu face spiderman meme in the grocery store as the new scientist Dr. Pines meets the new scientist Dr. Pines. Their labs are either on opposite sides of town or right across from each other, and now they are racing to be the first one to discover something truly grand about Gravity Falls. Stan would have published in year one but he knows if he does it too soon with something small beans Ford will swoop in with something more impressive immediately just to mess with him. Both of them summon Bill and Bill pops up to both because its hilarious, but Stan clocks him immediately, then goes to Fords house the next day and says 'oh i bet you fell for that triangles tricks didn't you! LIKE THE SUCKER YOU ARE!!" and Ford can't admit that he did so now he only talks to Bill to vent about Stan but also knows Stan's probably right but he has to prove him wrong! Meanwhile Stan just gets angrier and angrier, because Fords using every opportunity to show off how smart he is, and can't even let Stan have this one thing. Fords a genius! He can do whatever he wants! Stan fell in love with looking at all the strange and cool things in the woods and this is all he has going for him, and Ford's being a jerk by not backing off and finding some other field to excel in.

The portal never happens, because both of them are too busy spying on what the others doing and trying to out do them in some manner. Stan makes fun of Ford for going to Backupsmore, both as a proud alumni of a better college, and to really drive it in that Ford could have done better with his better grades and smarts, but went to the worst out of some sort of 'if i can't have the best why even try for anything good' mindset. Ford hate's it because Stan very much has a point.

SO if Crampelter ever came forwards and admitted to Ford that he broke his project, Ford's world immediately drops as he realizes he is now the bad guy in Stan's story. Stan was innocent, told him he was innocent, found some kind of proof 10 years ago about being innocent, and Ford turned his back on him and trusted the words of everyone around him that his brother was a scoundrel who was jealous of his success. He didn't see his brother for four years over this, and their pa kicked him out. He's spent the last 6 in some kind of weird science off competition, growling about how Stan's a con man who lied his way into a degree for the sake of petty revenge (which he's sure Stan did! He's sure! Stan's a trickster and a liar and-and)

And his twin brother, who's been his neighbor for six years and maybe even tried holding out an olive branch once or twice that Ford snuffed because it was never an apology like he wanted. Because Stan was never going to apologize, because he never did anything to apologize for.

Anyway Ford would drag his feet over to Stans, apologize and tell him Crampelter confessed, then immediately get punched because really? Stan's been telling him for years that he didn't do it, and Ford only believes it because the truth came from someone else? Anger! Anger towards brother a hundred years!

Now the shoes on the other foot as Ford's scrambling to figure out what he's supposed to be doing about all this while Stan's a pile of misery over Ford trusting their childhood bully more than Stan himself. No idea how this would shake out long term, but its what i got.

[cringesilver]

Just A Scratch

Courage (Linked Universe) X GN!Reader

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Summery: Courage has a bad habit of pushing himself too hard, constantly feeling inferior to the others in the chain despite the fact he does indeed pull his weight. Of course, his reckless habits landed him with a bad wound. Not wanting the others to see him fail at something he boasts about he headed back quietly to ask you for help. Despite being the guide for these travelers in this place the dont recall or remember, here you are playing nurse for Courage once again.

Fluff and Angst | Lot of Awkward Tension | Might add more in the future

Notes: This is my first time posting any of my writing online in public. Usually I just share between friends but for linked universe its a smidge harder, this is very short but I wanna share my writing somehow anyways. There's also BARELY ANYTHING FOR COURAGE ON HERE, so I'd like to help add.

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Great, another problem, another reason to get singled out… I doubt even running before I was caught meant anything… Why me…

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You watched as Courage pouted, looking away as you cleaned around the wound on his arm. A very good solid cut that might need more than a band-aid, to say the least. He'd glance over you after a while, humming in thought. Rather loudly, too. 

“What is it…?” She didn't bother fully looking at him, just focusing on the task at hand. 

“Dunno, just curious-” 

“Curious about what?” 

“Mmmmcurious why you haven't kissed it beeeAAAUGH-” he was cut off by the sudden sting of you applying the cleaning solution to his wound directly. His arm clenching and flexing in your hands as he hissed at the end of his shock. 

“Grow a brain, when will you learn your little sly questions won't work on me?” You raised an eyebrow at him. Watching him settle down and shoot a glare at you. 

“Well excuse me for trying- least I don't rub- acid in your wounds when you say no!” 

“Just because you take it like a champ doesn't make it any less annoying…” shed give your words weight with a pause. Watching his expression soften almost reluctantly before you tended to his wound again. 

The silence was deafening, but nice considering Courage was quite the chatterbox. At the same time it felt strange, you peeked up at him, staring at you. His expression was unclear, a hint of confusion or concern maybe. Even if you were looking at him, his next words startled you. 

“Why are you so patient with me?” You blinked in confusion, him interrupting you before you could even speak. “You say I'm annoying all the time… in all honesty, you could've just not helped me. Be it now or any other time you have.” 

“Am I not allowed to just help out??” 

“Theres helping out then theres being oddly trolerable-” he squinted at you, you glared back in confusion.

“Excuse me? We’re scrutinizing how people act now mister ‘flirt every 5 seconds’??” 

“I’m just wondering why you even stay around me!” he interrupted with a bit of a raised voice. The air grew thick as if hard to breath, you both looked away in unison from each other. “I’m not a stranger to people just flat out ignoring me. My own Zelda was very used to doing that. Just coming to me for chores and work… You however go out of your way to help me…”

“You're injured, I can’t just sit to the side and do nothi-”

“I can very easily heal my own wounds, especially on my arms. You know that…” After your words had been cut off, silence filled the room again. Eventually, you’d huff, almost tossing his arm to the side as you came to a stand. Looking down at him with a strange mix of anger and embarrassment.

“Then you do it- the less I have to attend to a meat head like you, the better.” You flicked the rag onto his face, he yelped lightly from the action. As you turned and walked away, you’d hear him call out to you till you slammed the door close.

You don't know why your heart was racing. It felt so stupid, unreasonable. All you were doing was helping, healing him since he stupidly went into the battle and acted like a reckless idiot. So why was it weird when he pointed it out? Why did it feel like an attack on you, your actions, when he mentioned how you stayed despite calling him “annoying”? It made you feel embarrassed, like you were caught doing something you shouldn’t. 

You don't care for his flirts, never have. You made sure to take the chances to stay far away from the possible battle fields to avoid the typical “Kiss me as my reward”, “Saved you again, kiss me”, so many others, you lost the other variations under a few hundred more. Sure they were annoying, but at the same time he was oddly charming over it. In a stupid way. Stubbornly, your heart fluttered, remembering the countless times. You couldn't help but let out a groan of frustration as you went into your shared room with Wind at the inn. Flopping onto the bed and muffledly screaming into the mattress. 

Courage was sitting there awkwardly, his mind swirling with so much that it was almost overwhelming. He let out a sad huff. He took the rag and did the cleaning himself. Slow with his emotions, like a pouty dog almost. He’d move to get the wrapping, starting to wrap the wound once it was cleaned. Almost glaring at it as if it was the one that opened its dumb mouth to ask questions, not him. He couldn't help but lecture himself in his head, he should've kept his mouth shut. Once he was done he haphazardly put everything away, shoving the sleeve of his shirt down to cover the bandages. Walking around the inn to possibly look for you. He felt a sorry was needed after his blind impulsive actions. 

Yes, he wanted to know why you bothered with his presence, but he shouldn't have asked that way. At least he doesn't think he should have? He just doesn't know. There was all those times he messed with Zelda in the past, being stubborn on purpose. But it started to feel weird the more you rejected him. He had already slowed down on his pestering because of it, and part of him wondered if you had noticed. But the more genuine he got with his words, the more it somehow stung when you said no. This was new, even for him. No, he didn't like it one bit. He wasn't used to his heart aching so much, sure he’d think about a few ladies here and there. But you? You lingered in his brain so much that it was like your own form of annoying. While he pesters you in real life you pester him in his head. It was getting to the point of being concerning for the hero, considering this was all new for him.

He had paused once he stepped in front of your inn room door. He didn’t wanna go as far as to check in there, if you were in there, you'd probably wanna be left alone for all he knows. At the same time though, his need to apologize to calm whatever he was feeling in his chest felt more important. After one last sneer at himself, not liking how that thought sounded so selfish of him. He knocked on the door. 

You jumped slightly from the sudden knock. Just as you were going to get up from the bed to answer, you paused, glaring at the wood barrier.

“Who is it?” you sat up as you spoke. Meanwhile on the other side Courage felt at a loss. Like he regretted even disturbing you.

“It’s me- listen- please im-”

“I don't want to hear it Courage. If you still need help maybe don't say you can just do it yourself.”

“Wait, please! Please, I just wanted to say sorry!” was that desperation in his voice. That was new for you, it caused you to almost instinctively get up. Gently cracking the door open to see him. He looked down at you, the embarrassment very clear on his face. Even if a hand was clapped over his mouth, the tips of his ears practically glowed. It caused you to avert your own gaze from being flustered. Your heart fluttering stupidly again. 

“Sorry for what exactly. You just spoke your mind..”

“For insulting your abilities- I guess.. And questioning you like that it was wrong of me.” wrong of him? That was strange to hear from him too. When you looked up your eyes locked with his. It was strangle unsettling. Like this was the first time you had ever held eye contact with him at all. You were scared your own ears were glowing. 

“Apology accepted- seeing as it's the first time you’ve ever apologized..”

“You say that like it was bad…”

“Something like that can be debated… but… I appreciate it…” the silence between you two as your gazes stayed locked, was everything under the sun, awkward. He let out a huff as you took his arm, lifting the sleeve slightly to check his work. “How does it feel- is it ok?..”

“It- its fine.. Really… I managed.” he grew startled from your sudden movement. Watching your hands as your fingers grazed over the wrapping carefully. “Does it meet your standards nurse?”

You let out a huff, unable to resist the slight smile creeping on your face. Looking up at him you could see him flash a cheeky, innocent grin. You rolled his eye, letting go his arm as if to drop it.

“Yes, it does weirdo… I forgot you've had to bandage yourself before.” you let out a sigh, relaxing, trying to ignore you fast paced heart in your chest. Just as you were going to say something Courage cut you off almost awkwardly.

“I- have to ask.. Should I stop?” you paused, giving him a confused look. “I.. should I stop being i dunno… stupid? Flirting like a jerk basically. Because if it bugs you I don’t- wanna do that.. Despite my actions, I do genuinely care about you- your feelings I mean.. So…” your heart was pounding so hard in your chest, it was like it was all you could hear minus his words. Why was he even asking this? Why now of all times, here of all places? The moment it hadn’t felt awkward his stupid mouth made it awkward again. He grew more and more concerned from your silence as it went on. “Uh… if I uhm, asked a stupid question you can… make fun of me now… hello?...”

You shook your head, a hand holding it slightly as you looked down at the floor.

“Courage- can I ask what caused you to ask that?”

“W.. well I said why I- well you see uncomfortable when I ask, I guess? You get annoyed, for good reason. If it's genuinely something you want me to stop I'll doing it I swear-”

“But- it's… have…” it was getting worse and worse, his heart was sinking into his stomach. Now he was getting confused by his own words. “I… don't know courage?? I just don't-”

“F-forget I asked then. I retract my question.”

“Well I never said that-” you shot your gaze back at him, you could see him huff in almost panic as he rolled his eyes.

“What do you want me to do then!? You're getting more and more confusing, this sorta thing is… important.. To me…” what is he even saying!? You could feel your heart almost stop for a solid second, his own face faltered in concern as if he could see you stumble slightly. 

“What are you insinuating here Courage??”

“I-I’m not insinuating anything!” he waved his hands defensively. “Please- I just want to make sure I'm not somehow hurting you.. I-I realized how stupid I keep being, I mean, I made you stomp off. Even if- I… dunno, am a meat head, I still care about you-”

“Do you not hear yourself!?” you stepped back from the door, this was almost scary. He grew even more confused at your action. He tried being upfront for once and you seemed to be acting as if he was saying unspeakable evil. He let out a groan as his hands came up to rub his face in frustration. 

“I DO AND I'M STARTING TO THINK I SHOULD CUT OUT MY OWN TONGUE-”

“Guardian!?” Both of you jumped, looking down the hall. That was Time’s voice. Courage himself felt his heart sink now past the floor. He swallowed his nerves as he started to walk off down the hall.

“C-courage come back-”

“No- just… think about my question. I dunno- give an answer later or something.. I.. need to make sure it doesn’t look like I ran from battle…” 

He walked out of view, you standing there awkwardly. Nervously. You didn't know what to think or do. His words felt like a strange half confession. Why was he asking about his stupid, nonsensical flirts? It's not like he ever meant them, but did you ever act truly hurt or annoyed by them? You never were, so you almost hoped you didn’t. At the same time, why were you even hoping if that was the case, if he just stopped, everything would be better, right? You wouldn't have to deal with it anymore, at least. So why..

Why did your heart hurt at the thought of him stopping..

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

Imagine trying this hard to frame what Israel is doing, to Nazi Germany. Like, holy shit.

First of all a few notes here.

In a genocide, populations do not grow. Pro-Hamas types claim that if you are a local of Gaza that Israel has been trying to commit genocide for years. Tell that to the sheer swell in population and very clean and pristine look of Gaza prior to the Oct. 7th Massacre.

That land was called Judea long before the Muslim Conquest of the 600's. So again. That's land that originally belonged to the Jews.

Claiming that Israel is EXACTLY like Nazi Germany would mean that they are rounding up the people of Gaza, and starving them out, gassing them, torturing them, etc, etc, for the exclusive goal of eradication. If that's what they wanted, they could have glassed that region overnight. Almost no one would be the wiser as to what actually happened.

YOU ARE spreading actual propaganda for Radical Islamists, whose very public stated goal is not just the eradication of "Israel" but of Jews as well. It's always been a part of their charter.

Hamas are actual significantly more Nazi like as they wave around banners with Swastika on them and torture and KILL anyone they deem to have protested against them.

Also let me address this earlier post

If someone said ‘don’t be a dick to Nazi Germans’ during WWII it would be completely reasonable to assume that person was ok with murdering Jews, Roma, Polish people and LGBT people.

This is what is called a false equivalence. It would be more apt to say, "Don't be a dick to Germans". You put the term Nazi in their to not only poison the water, but to also push a narrative that Jews are modern day Nazis. Meanwhile not understanding that unless you hate jews and want for their eradication, you can't be a FUCKING NAZI. And the only people that want that in modern day are leftists and Muslims. Oh sorry. And very SMALL groups of white nationalists. Oh wait no, I should also add the Black Hebrew Israelites that hate the Jews as well because "They aren't real jews because they aren't black". Either way. My point remains. You are a puppet of Islam and will remain such. I have NO love for the state of Israel because I have ZERO investment in if it exists or not. However, I can say with certainty, that in keeping with my own morals, I need to point out you peoples dumb shit.

Just admit you hate Jews, Love Islam, Love Gang Rapists, Child Traffickers and Terrorists. It's super easy to admit. You just can't because if you do, you lose the high ground of, "Everyone I call a Nazi is bad". No. Most of the people you call Nazi's are not bad. You just don't like them. So you smear them with a label that does not suit them. Because your aim isn't change. It's violence.

I meant tumblr but honesetly both twitter and tumblr have insane amounts of antisemites masquerading political activists

[starlightwoofwoof]

🍓💖✨ Sprout and Cosmo/The Vine Guardian and Dessert Despair Yap Session ✨💖🍓

omg a yap post that doesn’t have to do with Glisten/Perfect no waaaayyyyyyy

anyway, here’s another DW x MLB AU yap post with a bunch of ideas I have with Sprout and Cosmo-

Although, first, I do have to say that there is some implications in the first section that Cosmo got, uh, really hurt, so yeah (it was a dream though, if that makes you feel any better-)

First of all, this one was from my best frienddd :]

and it’s about Sprout/The Vine Guardian

so, basically, their idea was that Sprout could’ve been akumatized because of a nightmare he had about Cosmo getting hurt by Dessert and I actually like the idea- I’ve never really thought of the specifics of Sprout’s akumatization soooo (it could add onto Astro’s reasoning as well!!)

in his nightmare, Sprout was kinda, like, tied up by some delicious looking grape candy- I mean- mysterious purple strings so he kinda just had to …….. watch Cosmo get hurt and he couldn’t do anything about it

idk what Astro was doing while all this happened but whatever-

oh yeah, I feel like Allureium would have a hard time convincing Sprout to join him, cause y’know, Sprout doesn’t fall for stuff- but hey, The Vine Guardian happened eventually so

yeah Allureium probably bullied the crap out of Sprout and made him incredibly paranoid

oh yeah, speaking of Cosmo

we kinda thought of an idea for his akumatization

so, it’s Toodles’s birthday and everybody’s setting up the party (random cute extra idea : I like to think Toodles tried to help out, like setting up the decorations, setting the table(s), and even wanting to help Cosmo :])

anyway, so, Cosmo is left making all of the desserts. Why isn’t Sprout helping him??? idk, maybe he was busy doing something else, maybe he freaking- died or something

nah just kidding, but Cosmo’s left by himself to make all the desserts, including the giant birthday cake. He was doing great at first, but he started to become more and more overwhelmed as the requests kept piling up. It was like it went from “okay this is going great” to “okay this is a little much but I’m alright” to “goodness me this is a lot” to “oh no I’m not getting this all done in time”

Cosmo goes and cries in the corner or something, akuma flutters in, goes into his bracelet, b o o m

now, I feel like Cosmo would also be hesitant to accept, cause this is Allureium we’re talking about, but Cosmo has been shown to kinda more gullible, so the villain probably just had to give him a few ideas

oh yeah did I mention Sprout walked in on Cosmo getting possessed

he tried to make Cosmo snap out of it buuuuuuuuuuuut it ……. didn’t really work-

I feel like that’s why The Vine Guardian is so paranoid, everybody, including Cosmo, is turning into supervillains because Sprout couldn’t save them :[

okay I think that’s it tyyyyy-

[wannabanauthor]

The more I think about a jealousy arc for BuckTommy, the more I crave it in fanfiction form.

Post breakup, post hookup and morning after, post Bobby going off to WitSec (still not acknowledging that death), and Buck happens to come across Tommy and another guy.

They don’t see him, but he hides anyway so he can spy on them.

They’re laughing, smiling at each other, “lingering touches” (in Buck’s mind, IRL it’s just two guys showing platonic physical affection like brothers or best friends would do), they’re carrying some shopping bags, and they just look so happy and fond of each other.

Buck doesn’t reveal himself because he thinks he’s missed his chance and that Tommy has moved on.

And true to form, Buck doesn’t reach out to Tommy, and instead pouts and mourns what he thinks is the permanent end of their relationship.

He talks himself out of contacting Tommy. But this time, he doesn’t talk to anyone else about it. He’s internalizing it, which is not good, especially since he’s still grieving Bobby’s retirement (still in denial).

It’s not until someone at the 118, maybe Ravi, notices that something’s up with Buck and asks him about it.

And Buck being Buck says, “Nothing, I just miss Bobby.”

Chimney and Hen look at each other then back at Buck.

“Fine!” Buck says. “The other day I saw Tommy on a date with someone.”

Chimney and Hen look slightly uncomfortable, and Buck picks up on that.

“What? Do you know something?” Buck asks.

Hen speaks first. “Are you sure it was a date?”

“What else could it be?” Bucks says.

“You do realize he has friends outside of work, right?” Chimney says.

Buck looks confused. “So?”

“So, what if he was out with a friend?” Chimney points out.

Buck shakes his head. “No, I would know if the guy was his friend.”

“How?”

“Because I met his friends!”

“A long time ago. It’s been months since you two broke up. He could have made a new friend,” Hen says.

“Please, friends don’t laugh like that or jokingly punch each other. The dude even checked out Tommy’s ass,” Buck counters.

(No, the guy did not. Tommy’s FRIEND is jealous that Tommy has a better ass than him. He’s not interested in Tommy at all. He glared briefly at Tommy’s ass).

Hen and Chimney look at each other like they want to give up. They pass. Various looks between each other, having a huge silent conversation right in front of Buck.

Chimney smiles at Hen, mouths “good luck” and walks away while scrolling through his phone.

Hen sits down next to Buck. “Maybe it’s time for you to reach out to Tommy. Regardless if he’s dating or not. You obviously want something from him, and maybe that’s closure.”

“I don’t want closure. I want to get back together with him,” Buck says.

“Then tell him that,” Hen says

Buck scoffs at that. “I can’t just tell him that. It’d be random, out of place, and he wouldn’t care because he’s already moved on.”

“What if Tommy thought the same about you? That you’re no longer interested in him, that it’d be random and weird if he told you he still had feelings for you.” Hen points out.

Buck scoffs again. “No, he knows I still have feelings for him.”

“How would he know that?” Hen asks, very pointedly.

“Well, because I’ve told—oh.” It finally dawns on Buck.

Hen just nods. “Yeah, didn’t think that one all the way through, did you?”

Bucks puts his head down on the table and sighs. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I fucked up.”

“No,” Chimney says as he walks back to them. “You Bucked up.”

Buck frowns. “I know! I know! Wait, why did you step away and come back?”

“Listen, kid, as much as we wanted you to figure this shit out on your own, I’m tired of you talking yourself out of potential happiness. Bobby’s gone. We’re all doing the best we can to adjust to this new normal, and you’re potentially isolating yourself from people who care about you,” Chimney says.

“If you want Tommy back, tell him,” Hen adds.

Buck gives them an eye roll. “How am I supposed to do that? Would he even take my call?”

Then they hear a helicopter landing outside.

Buck looks at Chimney. “You never answered my question. What did you do?”

Chimney gives him a big smile. “Now’s your chance to tell him.”

“What?!”

“Buck, if you don’t tell him, I’m playing him the recording of this entire conversation,” Hen says.

“That’s against HIPAA!”

Nobody even dignifies that with a response. He’s panicking.

Buck can’t bring himself to lift his head as Tommy walked over to them.

“Hey Tommy, you got here quick,” Chimney says and gives Tommy half a hug.

“I was already in the air and headed back when you called,” Tommy says and looks over at Buck.

“Got anything you want to say to Tommy?” Hen prompts.

“I saw you on a date with another guy,” Buck says, way too quickly.

He finally looks at Tommy and notices his puzzled expression.

Both Hen and Chimney sigh.

“I’m not dating anyone,” Tommy says.

“But were you on a date?” Buck asks.

Tommy crosses his arms. “Is this really what I’m here for?”

Chimney pulls up a chair for him. “Tommy came all this way for you and him to talk,” he says to Buck. “So talk to him.”

Chimney and Hen turn to leave.

“What? No help?” Buck asks.

“I got him here, and the rest is up to you. We can’t do this for you. You need to tell him yourself,” Chimney says and walks away with Hen.

“So…what’s going on?” Tommy asks.

“Was it a date?”

“No, Evan.”

“Then who was he?”

Tommy looks like he’s about to answer then doesn’t.

Buck notices Tommy’s walls are up again, and he blames himself for that. Why would Tommy come back to him when there are other guys who could easily give Tommy the reassurance he wants/needs.

“I’m sorry,” Buck says. “I’m so sorry.”

Tommy looks a little confused. “About what?”

“What I said. The morning after.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? That’s it?!” Buck feels his anger and pain from the breakup surge back to life.

“What do you want me to say, Evan?”

Buck bristles at that. “Why won’t you tell me who he is if he wasn’t a date?”

“Because it’s none of your business,” Tommy snaps.

Buck is about to argue before he realizes that Tommy was right. Technically, it’s not Buck’s business. He can’t shake the feeling that there is something more to it.

“If you want to be my boyfriend again, then it is my business!” Buck snaps back.

“Wait, you want to get back together?”

“Of course! I didn’t even want to break up! You did!” Buck shouts. “Then when we had a chance to get back together, you accused me of having feelings for my best friend!”

The silence in the station is deafening.

Buck looks horrified at himself. “Shit, that’s not how I wanted to do this, and-“

Tommy surges forward and kisses Buck.

Buck’s eyes instantly close, and he kisses back. It’s practically muscle memory for him. He pulls back when he tastes tears.

“I missed you so much,” Buck whispers, a sob coming from his throat. He realizes that he’s the one with tears. But this time, he doesn’t let his fear stop him.

“I love you,” Buck says. “I’m in love with you. I never stopped having feelings for you. I know I’ve fucked up so many times, but I want another chance.”

Tommy cups Buck’s jaw and kisses him lightly on the nose. “I love you too. Technically, it should be me asking you for another chance. I was the one who broke up with you, and I’m so sorry. I got scared and ran because I knew I couldn’t survive you breaking my heart, so I broke it for you.”

“Tommy,” Buck whispers as he sees tears pour from Tommy’s eyes. He pulls Tommy closer to him, and Tommy lets him. “Will you be my boyfriend again?”

Tommy has the audacity to snort. “Of course, I will.”

Buck smiles so big that Tommy can’t help but kiss him again and again.

“I love you so much,” Tommy mutters against Buck’s lips. “I thought I’d never have the chance to fix things.”

“Hey,” Buck says softly. “I’m here. We’re back together. We’ll figure shit out.”

Tommy chuckles. “I hope so.”

“Maybe let’s take things slower this time,” Buck suggests.

“Yeah, that’s probably the best idea,” Tommy murmurs. He’s staring at Buck’s lips mostly, so Buck gives him another tender kiss.

Then he remember something. “Tommy?”

“Yeah?” Tommy hums as he places kisses along Buck’s jaw. Yeah, they’re still at the station, but they’re in their own world.

“So who was that guy?”

“Oh, that was my ex, Sal. He and I had a thing way back when we worked here. We broke up after he got fired, and he moved to Texas. He came in town to pay his respects to Bobby. We squashed our past several years ago and became friends. We hung out while we were catching up. He says there’s this cute guy in Texas that he’s been eyeing. His crush rents a house right next to him. He’s an Uber driver, I think.”

Buck watches a Tommy closely. “Sal or his crush?”

“Uber driver? His crush.”

“Oh, no,” Buck says. “Eddie is an Uber driver.”

“No, please no,” Tommy says and grabs his phone and hurriedly texts Sal. “Wait, are you sure Eddie’s straight?”

“Yes! For the last time, yes. He’s only interested in women. Wait, does that mean you were trying to get with him when you first met because a helicopter ride to Vegas is very suspect?”

Tommy starts laughing. “No, I was not interested in him like that. He was just a friend.”

“How do I know that you never had feelings for him?”

Tommy rolls his eyes. “Har har, very funny.”

Buck smiles. “I couldn’t resist.”

“Funny enough, I heard from Eddie after Bobby’s funeral, and he was thinking of moving back to LA.”

“No, he’s not. He would have told me.”

“He didn’t want to since you are subletting his former house. But I wouldn’t worry. If he ever comes back, you can just move in with me.”

Buck almost does a double take and notices Tommy fidgeting. Oh, he’s serious.

Buck gives him a huge smile and leans in to kiss him. “You’re lucky that I love you.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, power imbalance, sickness, medical bills, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You love butterflies and your mother, but life isn’t that simple. As life gets complicated, and expensive, you find yourself in need and an unexpected miracle presents itself.

Characters: Steve Rogers (CEO/Sugar Daddy)

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You stand behind the dumpster. Frozen. The world stacks on your chest. The bills, the doctors, your managers, the butterflies... Everything, from big to small. All of it feels insurmountable. You don’t think you can go on much longer. Not like this. Not on your own.

This is something. Help. Are you too hopeful? Too desperate? So what if you are. This isn’t about your life, it’s about your mom’s.

How many nights have you laid away dreaming of an easy out. Of any crumb of help. Of some sort of relief. This might not be it but you can’t just wave it away.

You click the link. It prompts you to install WhatsApp. You pace in circles as you wait for the pubic wi-fi to download the app. When that’s done, you’re redirected to add a contact; ‘S’. Hm. Mysterious.

You accept and a message blips up.

‘Can I call?’

Your heart jumps. You’re doing this. Doing what? It’s a call. You shake your head and send a thumbs up. Stop shaking.

The call pops up, chiming from the speakers. You fumble and answer, mindless noises squeaking from your throat. You steady the phone and peek out around the bins. Another car draws up to the window.

“Hello? Everything okay?” The deep voice startles you.

You grip the cell and clear your throat, “sorry, I... I never used this before.”

“Hm, that’s alright,” he assures. His timbre is calm and even. That’s so soothing.

“Uh, hi?” You say awkwardly and retreat to hide again. “Um...”

Silence radiates from the speaker. He sniffs.

“Um, how are the butterflies?” He asks.

You blink and look back and forth. “My butterflies?”

“Sure, they come out yet?”

“Oh, uh... no...”

You chew your lip. He doesn’t sound like your typical watcher. You get those aesthetic blogs with girly moodboards or crafting how-tos. He’s a man. And he sounds older. Not old, just older than you.

“Right,” he takes a deep breath. “Look, I’m thinking right now and I don’t think this is something we should talk about over the phone.”

“Huh? Oh?” You sputter in confusion. “Sure. Erm. Thank you.” You put your hand to your chest. “You’re very generous but if you changed your mind--"

“No, I haven’t,” he says firmly. “What I want to say I would like to say to you. In person.”

You laugh, more out of surprise than amusement. “Well, uh, that’s... no, I don’t know. I live... in the middle of nowhere. That’s not possible.”

“I’ll come to you.” He insists.

You stop shuffling around and hum. He’s quiet as you think. Obviously, it’s not smart to meet strangers on the internet.

“You pick the place. Neutral ground.” He suggests.

“Well, you know, I have two jobs and I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” You wiggle your nose awkwardly and cringe. “I should really give you that money back.”

“Keep it.” He says. “I’m willing to negotiate. I’ll give you access to my location so you know where I am. Everything’s on the up and up.”

“Oh, oh,” you eke out nervously. Your mom would be screaming at you. What did I tell you about the internet? But that was when you were young. Just a teenager. You’re an adult now.

“There’s another ten on the table if you just talk.” He offers.

You nearly trip. You let out and oop and catch yourself on the dumpster. The smell of the contents adds to the roiling of your stomach.

“Ten?” You murmur.

“Ten grand.”

“How-- oh, that’s a lot of money.”

“I’d pay more.”

That statement takes your breath away. You look down at your beaten up sneakers. You ground your heel into the ground.

“But why?”

“Like I said, I want to discuss it face-to-face,” he says. “It doesn’t feel right like this so... you send me the location where you want to meet. Send me a date and time. And check the chat.”

“Pardon?” You utter.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he says abruptly as something scuffs on his end. “I gotta go.”

He hangs up. You stand stunned in silence. You pull the phone away from your face and look down at the screen. Another link. You tap it without a second thought. Shoot, you probably shouldn’t have.

The browser opens a page; a notice at the bottom that says the app work better. Just another thing to download. Above the banner is a map and a flashing dot. You squint and zoom in.

Your brow furrows. You make a goofy face and scoff. New York? Oh wow.

You quickly exit out of all the windows and put your phone away. You inhale and let it out slow. You slink out from behind the dumpsters and head towards home. You’ll take your time and think. You always enjoyed a nice walk, especially when your mom came along.

🦋

“Whatcha thinking of, pie?” Your mom asks suddenly.

You lift your head and open your eyes. You barely remember sitting down. Even just getting home. After back-to-back shifts, you’re worn out. You feel like a sheet hanging in the sun. Each day that hollowness grows.

“Oh, nothing,” you lie. You think of the only thing you’ve been able to think of for the last day.

She nods but you can see she doesn’t buy it. You shrug and clasp your hands together. “Just work. They’re cutting back on labour for the summer.”

“That’s too bad,” she says. “I’m sure you’ll still get hours.”

But not enough...

“I put out an application at the computer reseller,” you say. “But he didn’t seem very impressed. Maybe the coffee place? Couple hours in the morning.”

“Oh, honey,” your mom frowns. “You need a break. You’re always working.”

“I’m fine, mom,” you say.

No, you’re tired. You’re exhausted to the bone and yet when you lay down at night, you can’t sleep. All you can do is lay there and think about doom. About how it’ll be your fault when she dies.

You stand up suddenly at that thought. You try not to let it in. You shudder and cross the room.

“Pie?” Her voice piques with alarm.

“Sorry, mom, I don’t know... I just... I feel like I forgot something,” you shake off the tension. Or try to.

“Ha, I know that feeling,” she says. “While you’re up...”

“Tea?” You offer. She nods. “Alright.”

You go into the kitchen. You flip on the electric kettle and grip the edge of the counter. You lean on it and hang your head. You suck back a wave of tears. You will never forgive yourself if you don’t do everything you possibly can to save her.

You wait until the click. You pour hot water over the ginger and lemon tea bag and take it out to your mom. “It’s hot.” You put it on a coaster. “I remembered what I forgot.”

“Oh?” She wonders.

“I didn’t talk to the building manager about the water. The bathroom sink is still spitting out rust.”

“Ah, right,” she nods.

“I won’t be long,” you say. “I’m just going to fill out a form and leave it in the slot.”

“Be safe,” she calls after you.

You swipe up your phone and hurry to the door. As you step into the hall, guilt scalds around your neck. You don’t lie to your mom. Ever. She doesn’t need anything else to worry about.

You head downstairs. It’s not really a lie if you make it true. You grab one of the forms from the building office and take it with you outside. You fold it up and tuck it in your pocket. You’ll put it in tomorrow morning before work.

You follow your phone signal down the street. Finally, a network pops up. The overpriced knick knack boutique has free wi-fi, who would have guessed?

Self-awareness sets in. You look around the dark streets. You open up WhatsApp. You think, biting the tip of your tongue as you do.

It has to be somewhere far from home but not too far that you can’t get there. And it has to be between the appointments and work. Ugh. Okay. You got it.

You type in the place and time. A week isn’t too soon? He’s probably busy. He sounds important. You can only guess. You don’t know anything about him. That’s a sobering realisation but you already hit send.

The reply chimes loudly in the quiet night. That’s quick.

‘I’ll be there.’

Simple. To the point. A complete answer that answers nothing at all. What are you doing?

🦋

You place the coffee on the table and sit. You stare at the dark brew. It’s the cheapest size and roast, but that flicker of guilt remains. You could use that two bucks for something better. Even after that generous donation, you’re still in the red.

You check your phone quickly. The last message was about an hour ago. ‘We’re still good?’ and you confirmed. ‘See ya then’.

You cross one foot over the other, your toe wiggling anxiously. You watch the brim of the cup. You put your phone next to it and look out the window. A woman passes by with her stroller and another child dancing around at her side. You smile.

You sit back and check the clock above the counter. Each number is a coffee bean. It’s cute.

The place is busy. The door jingles between the voices of customers and employees. The grind of the machines and puffs of steams are near constant.

You chose the place deliberately. Partly out of embarrassment. You didn’t want to meet him at a chain place. You thought he might judge you for that. Well, you are begging for money online. It doesn’t really matter.

You put your hands on the side of the mug. The warmth does not comfort you. Your stomach is tangling in on itself. You should have got tea. You don’t know if you can handle caffeine right now.

The clock ticks past the hour. He’s late. That’s alright. He doesn’t know the town. He could be lost. You could check his location... no, you haven't dared to do that. It feels like a violation.

Or this could all be a cruel joke. You cringe. Did you just waste your own time?

It’s only two minutes.

A kid jostles by your table and your chair jerks as their toe catches. They sprawl over the floor and their mother shrieks their name. You get up and kneel by the lanky third grader.

“Woah, you okay?” You ask as he sits up and rubs his elbow.

“Oweee,” he grimaces.

“Are you bleeding?”

“No,” he pouts. “I’m okay.”

“Here,” you offer your hand.

You help him up. His mom comes over in a huff. “Liam!”

“He’s okay,” you say. “Just a bruise.”

“Oh, thanks. I’m so sorry about him.” She sends him the mom eyes.

“It’s fine. He’s just a kid.”

She harrumphs and grabs Liam by the arm, “come on. You can wait to have your cookie.”

You back up and turn to the table. Your coffee sloshed in the chaos and a puddle surrounds the base. You go to grab napkins from the counter. As you mop up the mess, a chair scrapes. You look up as a blond man stands. He picks up the tall mug and heads in your direction.

“Here,” he opens his hand as he approaches. “I’ll throw that out for you.”

You stare at him in confusion. You recognise his voice. You hand over the wadded napkin dumbly and gape. He brushes by and goes to toss the bunched tissue.

He returns and gestures to your seat. You sit and he puts his cup across from yours. “You need a refill?”

You shake your head. He sits and pushes his shoulders wide. You watch him. You remember him coming in. He’s hard to miss. Tall, broad shoulders, neat hair, and a pair of dark aviators. He wears jeans and a sage linen button-up.

“I’m sorry,” he begins. “I was watching you.” He looks around. “Can never be too sure who you meet on the internet.”

You nod. “Wait... how do you know it’s me?”

He looks down and points at your wrist. “You wore that in a video. You were showing of that monarch and I remember the bracelet.”

You look at the charm dangling from your wrist. You blink.

“Right,” you say.

“You know, most people wouldn’t have been so helpful with that kid.” He says.

“Oh, uh, stuff happens. No one was hurt,” you shrug and twine your fingers together. “Um...”

“So...” he fills the void. “Do I call you butterflygirl738 or do you prefer something else?”

You give a tight-lipped smile. You’re here. He’s here. No going back now.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hi! Re your post about Harry not really viewing the Weasleys (apart from Ron) as his surrogate family, I reread the series recently and that's definitely the impression I got as well! Something that really stood out to me was that Harry felt like an outsider after Arthur was attacked:

“Fred fell into a doze, his head sagging sideways onto his shoulder. Ginny was curled like a cat on her chair, but her eyes were open; Harry could see them reflecting the firelight. Ron was sitting with his head in his hands, whether awake or asleep it was impossible to tell. And he and Sirius looked at each other every so often, intruders upon the family grief, waiting . . . waiting.”

Like, Harry is worried about Arthur, but primarily as Ron’s father – he never thinks, “I’m scared of losing Arthur because he what he means to me personally”. Harry is also a lot calmer and rational here as well, in contrast to his sheer terror when he believed Sirius was captured.

Similarly, in Deathly Hallows, when Ron is relieved about his family’s safety after the wedding:

"Harry," [Ron] said over Hermione's shoulder, "I -"

"It's not a problem," said Harry, sickened by the pain in his head. "It's your family, 'course you were worried. I'd feel the same way." He thought of Ginny. "I do feel the same way."

When Harry says that he feels the same way, it’s specifically because of Ginny (who I don’t ship him with at all, but who is his endgame love interest in canon), not the rest of the family as a whole. He cares about them and wants them to be safe, but he never feels like they’re “his”.

When Harry is wistfully imagining the life he could have had if his parents survived, he says, “it would have been his mother [instead of Molly] who had made his seventeenth birthday cake”. It’s interesting because Harry never does this with Sirius, he never says, “oh, I wish it was my mom/dad doing this instead of him”. Sirius exists alongside Lily and James to Harry just as he did when they were alive, and Dumbledore also identifies Harry with all three of them: “spoken like your mother and father’s true son and Sirius’s true godson”.

And there’s everything about Sirius, who is canonically “the closest thing to a parent" that Harry has ever known. There’s no way Harry would have become attached to him so quickly if he viewed anyone else in his life (the Weasleys, Remus, Hagrid, Dumbledore, etc) in a parental capacity.

I would argue that when push comes to shove, it’s maybe possible that Molly and Arthur don’t instinctively think of Harry as their family, either. Like you said, they never write to Harry (to the point where Molly writes to Ron to invite Harry to the Burrow for Christmas in OotP rather than send a letter to Harry himself), nor does Harry ever even expect them to. And when Ron is injured in HBP, Arthur says:

“Half our family does seem to owe you their lives, now I stop and think about it,” Mr. Weasley said in a constricted voice. “Well, all I can say is that it was a lucky day for the Weasleys when Ron decided to sit in your compartment on the Hogwarts Express, Harry.’

Imo, whatever Molly says about Harry being as good as a son to her, they ultimately do sort of differentiate between “our family” and Harry. Which obviously doesn’t change that they love Harry deeply, and vice-versa.

Idk, some of these quotes just stood out to me during my reread after seeing your answer. What do you think?

Anon is referring to this post and really I don't have anything to add, you got it spot on and this is great analysis! I really live the quotes you brought up here and you're 100% right. (I'm gonna ramble more anyway because it's what I do here).

Sirius is the only adult Harry really sees as a parent, and not only that, a parent he can trust (which is so so important to a kid who grew up like Harry). He doesn't have that kind of bond with any other adult in the series. When he has worried while Sirius is alive, he goes to Sirius, and when Sirius died (or before they met), Harry kept these worries to himself for the most part. He loves the Weasleys, but it's only Ron that he really sees as family.

(I agree he cares about Ginny in the final books even though I don't ship it either, but she isn't family to him the way Ron and Hermione are:

He spotted Ginny two tables away; she was sitting with her head on her mother’s shoulder: There would be time to talk later, hours and days and maybe years in which to talk. He saw Neville, the sword of Gryffindor lying beside his plate as he ate, surrounded by a knot of fervent admirers. Along the aisle between the tables he walked, and he spotted the three Malfoys, huddled together as though unsure whether or not they were supposed to be there, but nobody was paying them any attention. Everywhere he looked he saw families reunited, and finally, he saw the two whose company he craved most.

(DH, Ch36)

He likes her, he cares about her, but she's not at that family level by the end of DH. At the end of DH (pre-epilogue), Ron and Hermione are those he wants to see most, Ginny is an afterthought in the same paragraph with Neville and the Malfoys. His family he wants to reunite with once it's all said and done is just Ron & Hermione, not the Weasleys, not Ginny)

And regarding Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, they 100% can tell the difference. There are their children, and there is Harry. I think they really do love Harry, but they don't quite see him as their own. The magical watch 17 birthday gift shows this a little too:

“It’s traditional to give a wizard a watch when he comes of age.” said Mrs. Weasley, watching him anxiously from beside the corner. “I’m afraid that one isn’t new like Ron’s, it was actually my brother Fabian’s and he wasn’t terribly careful with his possessions, it’s a bit dented on the back, but-”

(DH, Ch7)

Ron gets a brand new watch, Harry (who honestly has money to buy his own) gets a used one.

I don't think it was done out of any malicious intent in the Weasleys part, I think it was more that they didn't really consider that they have another son they need to buy a watch for in their budget (which they are bad at managing anyways) and so scrambled with the gift sort of last minute — because they don't really see him as their son, as much as they love him.

(Added note because I was reading through OotP, I think Sirius' relationship with James' parents was similar to the one Harry has with the Weasleys. James is Sirius' best friend, his family who he is closer to than his actual brother. He lived with Harry's grandparents, and yet:

Yeah, I camped out at your dad’s during the school holidays, and then when I was seventeen I got a place of my own, my Uncle Alphard had left me a decent bit of gold — he’s been wiped off here too, that’s probably why — anyway, after that I looked after myself. I was always welcome at Mr. and Mrs. Potter’s for Sunday lunch, though.”

(OotP, Ch6)

They are Mr. and Mrs. Potter, not their names. It's "Your dad's place", not his own. And it's why I don't think post-DH Harry would stay in the Burrow. I don't think he'd feel comfortable to intrude — because that's what it'll feel like. Same as Sirius got a flat the first chance he got — so he won't intrude)

[setmeatopthepyre]

I’m so sorry to be the one to tell you this, but re: the tags in this post (https://www.tumblr.com/setmeatopthepyre/782895175037042689) I am afraid that the self-indulgence is benefiting the rest of us too.

Sadly the flower prose and yearning and clueless buck are all ingredients for the most decadent fandom mille-feuille and I’m already at the pastry shop plate in hand for a taste 💚

(Apologies for the askbox flail but your medieval au sounds so so good! I’m excited to read more!)

not me having a minor heart attack seeing just the first few words of this ask in my notifs preview

I am so so so glad that the self-indulgent flowery prose and yearning is not only appreciated but enjoyed. as thanks, here is a completely unconnected-to-anything-else snippet set sometime in the future of this au because I felt compelled to write some Lucy-Tommy shenanigans (they can't not snark in anything I write):

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“Oh, great, you’re here.” Tommy’s voice belies the enthusiasm the words would usually convey. He makes a sarcastic little flourish. “Evan, may I introduce you to Luciëlla--”

“--I despise you, Thomas--”

“--Lucy?”

“Sir Evan.” The surprise on Lucy’s face makes way for a grin that would put a predator to shame. “It has been too long.”

Tommy feels his arms cross across his chest before he can give it a moment of thought. “You two have met?”

“Well--”

“We have,” Lucy says, clearly delighted. “Met and met, if you catch my meaning.”

“Oh by all that is holy, Lucy,” Tommy groans.

“It was just once!” Evan says quickly, his cheeks flushed.

“I outpaced him,” Lucy adds, and Tommy finds himself unable to decide if he’d rather knock her into the dirt right then and there, or thank her for the way her words make Evan blush so delightfully.

“You didn’t-- I was--” Evan’s eyes bore into Tommy’s soul as though he would gladly climb into and find refuge there, away from Lucy’s hawk-like gaze. “I was in the middle of my Knight’s Trials--”

“Excuses, excuses,” Lucy says airily, waving a hand, and turns her attention to Tommy, the spitting image of a cat bored of toying with her prey. “So, what brings you here to darken my doorstep?”

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knight au aka medieval au aka sweetmeats aka what can ail thee, knight-at-arms? -> au tag here

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

sorry if this question has been asked before, but do you know if potionology in twst is essentially just how we do chemistry but with more local / native magical materials added into the mix? ignoring how they use cauldrons

I'd say the two are similar, barring some exceptions (such as slightly different equipment, ingredients, preparation methods which involve magic, and the fact that high school students aren't allowed to make actual medicine, ie potions in Twst, irl).

Crewel is noted as overseeing the Science department and classes, which is where chemistry would fall in real life. A lot of the items you'd wear are basically personal protective equipment for the lab. And, in Vil's Labwear vignettes, Science Club's advisor (not explicitly stated to be Crewel) allows Rook to use the lab but "[required] a list of chemicals and formulas [they'd] be using, a detailed schedule, a fire prevention plan, and so on", all safety precautions a lab runner would have prepared in advance before loaning out space to students.

I don't know if I'd say that potionology is a true equivalent or a substitute for chemistry though...? It should be noted that chemistry exists in Twisted Wonderland as its own subject and is something that seems to be considered when potion brewing. It feels more like a component or basic knowledge you would need in order to make potions rather than potionology being "just chemistry, but magic".

Trey says in his Silk Adorned vignettes that, "They add certain metals to the fireworks mixture that burn in different colors. Barium makes yellow-green, lithium gets you red, and sodium produces yellow. Not many humans can use magic, so we turn to chemistry for stuff like this [...] I'm pretty sure you would've gone over flame tests in class... Anyway, the fireworks in the show will change colors based on the same principle as well." Note the elements from the periodic table and the mention of a lesson about flames in their science classes!l Chemistry must exist as its own subject for non-mages, and chemistry also exists as a basis of knowledge for mages to build upon for potionology, alchemy, etc.

In NRC’s Science Club, they indulge in non-magical sciences, not just magical ones, despite the extracurricular being for an arcane academy. For example, Trey states he researches cakes and baking/cooking processes while Rook has been shown to create explosives and write wildlife research papers in extended Twst content.

If you need additional resources for potion-making in Twst and related topics:

Subjects at NRC

PPE and general lab safety

Do you need magic to make potions?

Types of potions + poisons and healing potions/magical medicine in particular

Ingredients (both magical and non-magical)

You can also check out my resources masterlist for other useful lore posts!

[elderwisp]

Hi wisp, I was wondering if you have any beginning editing tips. I am unable to get shaders but would love crispy cool sims. Thanks. Hope that makes sense.

Hi! Yeah! I'll make this into a master list and kinda go through the process starting from programs, your game settings to editing in a photo editor and any little details. I want to try and make it as accessible as well, normally I use photoshop. However, for this tutorial, I'll be trying out Photopea!

Programs and Optimizing your game:

☆ Here I have a list of free editing programs!

☆ This posts links a majority of my editing tuts but this one in particular has a texture pack which I'll be using in this tut

☆ Here I go over SWRE settings. Pictureamoebae goes into depth about the program/links it here. It isn't necessary but it does help maintain the quality of a photo without needing to crop it. I won't be using it in this tut but it could be something you try out in the future!

☆ I do run my game with custom settings, here's a picture of that! Edge smoothing is off for reshade purposes but for this tut, it's on high as well

Angles and Lighting:

☆ For this tut, we'll be working with Rowan! The composition of a picture is always an enjoyable part for me, I'd be lying if I didn't say I spent at least 25% of the whole process setting up a photo. The first photo shows the environment more and almost makes Rowan look smaller in a bigger world. Meanwhile the second, it feels like we're at Rowan's level and seeing the world through his eye. Both are good, it's just what do you want to communicate? I was actually gonna go with the first but I sorta like the second now and that's because of the sky

☆ Which leads me to the next part, the lighting. Lighting sets a mood for everything and I could yap about color theory for days but for now, I like the color of the evening sky. The purples look nice against the orange and greens! Lighting indoor is trickier but you can still manage with the placement of lighting fixtures. I don't like to use overhead lights in game because it just gives my sims weird shadows with reshade but it could be different for you. Also here is this neon light set I love using in case you want to use color indoors! They're a lot more vibrant that just the regular old ea lights

Editing:

☆ I felt like the easiest way to go about this is a video! I tried to keep it to the basics but as time goes on you can add different skills like drawing in hair, going in depth with color grading, etc. I did forget to include the curves layer because in photoshop that's grouped into Camera Raw Filter but honestly, for this tut I think that's okay. Curves layer just allows you to get really precise with how much highlight/shadows/whites/blacks are pulling in the photo as well as a brief intro to color grading. Anyways here is that video backed by the beautiful soundtrack of SKYRIM-

Original and Edited (without field blur/with field blur):

[cherie-doll]

Can you write a scenario where the reader (non binary) is extremely possessive and touch-starved, always needing physical affection/reassurance from their partner? They get clingy when the partner is busy or distracted, insisting on cuddles, kisses, or just being held.

Your writing is amazing. It would be so cool to see more characters from COD: Ghosts—just a thought, no pressure.

Aw, this is a really heartwarming request! You guys have got some great ideas <3 And tysm! I added a few more characters from cod:ghosts in hopes that you can enjoy reading about them. I didn't add all of them but settled on these, im still not sure if i'll add them to my lineup for future posts but thx for the idea!

!!: not proofread btw

=͟͟͞♡ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, Hesh Walker, Logan Walker, Merrick, König, Horangi, Nikto

‹𝟹 Price can't ever go out in public alone. You get too lonely waiting at home for him, so it's only reasonable you tag along and make him hold your hand or have an arm around you at all times. He doesn't find it one bit annoying, it makes him smile softly every time his hand loosens around yours and you're correcting it. In a way, it's something that makes him proud. You always seeking to feel him is nothing but a pleasure and privilege to him. Which is why he doesn't ignore you when you silently come to him when he's in his office at home. The moment he feels your arms go around his shoulders, he knows it's time to put the paperwork down and let you sit in his lap for some quality time together.

‹𝟹 Simon and you liked to just lay quietly; the soft pattering of rain against the window as you were enveloped in his embrace. The warmth you felt comforting you right now was coming from him rather than the blanket thrown over you. You took a deep breath; basking in this peaceful moment. This evening could not have been spent better had it not been for Simon's phone vibrating. It must have been multiple calls and texts he was getting because it nearly fell off the nightstand. He kept his phone on 'silent' but it irked him to still be receiving notifications. You frowned when you felt him pulling away from you to grab his phone. You immediately felt the cold on your back as he got up. Well, you weren't going to stay and wait for him! You got up, trailing after him like a puppy follows their owner around. He furrowed a brow but you only replied with silence as you took one of his hands. "Is your call that important? Come back to bed with me" Well he wasn't about to say no...

‹𝟹 Johnny always jokes about how you can never keep your hands off of him. And it's true, but not for the reasons other people may think. You deeply value the intimacy of enjoying one another's presence in a tender and caring way. He knows this too, which is why he'll put himself aside and relax when he knows you need it. And you don't like to receive this from anyone else; only him. Which is another reason why he won't ever push you away even when it can be seen as pushy or annoying to others, because where else are you supposed to get that reassurance from? He doesn't mind stroking your hair, at some point even petting your head like a cute pet because it is surprisingly comforting. You are never more at peace than when you get home after an overstimulating day and get some love from your favorite person.

‹𝟹 Kyle knows that when you're extremely anxious for his hold, you're like a magnet that will be attracted to him no matter what he's doing or where he's at. You won't always be so blunt about your needs but he understands it when you just come over and lay on him. No questions asked from his part, he'll stay silent if that is what you need right now. You can lay there as long as you want and he'll give you the kisses and cuddles you need. He even enjoys it when you spontaneously do it, maybe even surprising you with a kiss on the cheek as soon as your face is within reach. You feel relieved when you feel his fingertips graze your skin, so relaxing it lulls you to sleep. You fall asleep and it'll become his sole mission to not move so as to not wake you up. It could be hours later that you wake up feeling like it was the best sleep you've ever gotten.

‹𝟹 Roach is already pretty clingy himself so he turns weak af the second you ask for him to stay in bed a little longer. He'll be silently mumbling about how he needs to get up now, but you so desperately want him to meet your eyes. He's purposely avoiding them, knowing the moment he meets them he'll give in. You tug at his clothes, asking softly in the way that you know will pull at his heartstrings to let you cuddle just a little longer. What's the rush? You can already sense him on the verge of giving in, but still he won't look at you. His heart already pounds just having you call out to him like this. How much more do you yearn for his warm embrace. It takes another moment for him to act carelessly and maybe a little selfishly to dive under the covers again.

‹𝟹 Alejandro loves physical touch as is, but he definitely noticed how you sought it. And it almost felt like instinct for him to start wanting to give it to you whenever you asked. He didn't want you seeking it from anyone else, all you had to do was extend your hand out to him and he'd pull you in and give you all the kisses and embraces you could ever ask for. And what if he's busy and can't get to you? He always leaves reminders of him scattered about for you to use. Since you're so keen on your senses to perceive his love; maybe going to bed with his clothes and hearing his voice over the phone help you fall asleep. He wants to remind you he's still there and willing to give you anything just for you to feel safe. He needs you to feel secured with him, needs it as much as you seek shelter from him. You're perfect for one another.

‹𝟹 Rodolfo had been doing this with you even before you had begun officially dating. Sometimes you'd desperately want touch, so much it disturbed your sleep and no matter whatever you did it didn't work to just keep pushing it down. You would be fumbling with your fingers, asking for him to help you fall asleep. It started small, like holding your hand until you drifted off to sleep. But came the time when that wasn't enough. And him, being the sweet and caring person he is, would not mind occupying that cold and empty spot in your bed if it would give you reassurance that you were safe. Over time that arrangement became permanent and so naturally did it happen. Now you never had to worry or be anxious, even when he was occupied with other matters. He never overstepped or neglected his time with you, knowing his priorities helped him protect the time he had reserved specifically for you.

‹𝟹 Phillip had been away for longer than you had expected. There was something that required his attention; attention that usually went to you. You had held him back, both hands on his arm and with pleading eyes asking if he really had to leave you. His demeanor softened, and how could be possibly say no? You were his weakness, but some things required his care right away. He left with the promise that he'd be back in two hours max. He walked out thinking you'd occupy yourself with something to do, but the reality was that you couldn't focus on anything other than when he'd be back. You kept opening and turning off your phone, hoping a message from him would come through saying he was on his way. You huffed and frequently looked outside. When you finally heard that door open you ran as fast as you could. Phillip barely had a moment to put the snacks he had bought on the way back down before you were running into his arms. You did not let go as he struggled to take off his shoes and jacket. Until he finally sank into the couch did he chuckle at seeing your grip as tight as ever on him.

‹𝟹 Makarov was quite confused the first time you had held onto him. He had gotten up only to find that he couldn't take a step forward without feeling a tugging on his clothes. He looks back to see you sitting up and looking up at him, almost pleading with your eyes for him to do... what? He looked down at you in confusion, his eyes trailing from your hand tightly gripping onto him up to your face that was observing him. You awaited for his reaction. In a way, he liked seeing you clinging onto him, as if it were crucial. He liked feeling like he was needed, that you adored his touches and attention. But he also liked giving it to you. It was adorable to him in a way, your reluctance to let him go even for a moment.

‹𝟹 Keegan sometimes didn't know what to do with you. He could spend his entire day off in bed with you, enjoying the feeling of your skin against his and you'd still refuse to let go of him if he wanted to get up the next morning to go out. You were practically glued to him, whining and complaining if he made any moves to get you off of him. It's not your fault that you couldn't resist the urge to cling onto him when he was right there within your reach!! He would sigh as if it was the most tedious thing ever but on the inside his heart was clenching at seeing how much you needed his touch. You swear you'd go crazy if you weren't able to see or touch him every morning. What helped you sleep at night was knowing that he was right there beside you, holding you.

‹𝟹 Hesh somehow always notices when you're craving his touch but hesitating. Despite you being quite clingy with him, you're hesitant to start it. You don't want to seem so desperate when you so badly wish for it. He chuckles softy and then brings you closer, he watches as your eyes dart away, as if surprised. He knows you're secretly melting on the inside though, but he also feels you slowly opening up to him. You're getting comfortable already; leaning into his touch and resting your head on his shoulder. Even if it's a little embarrassing to admit sometimes, you like to think that he cares so much for you that he notices when you want to be close to him.

‹𝟹 Logan was usually the one asking for affection from you. He liked receiving it almost as much as you. But he felt the way you also rubbed up against him when he would lay his head on your chest, feeling like you needed this more than he did. And he would stay still, hoping it would give you the warm sensations he received from you. Like a cat that knows what its owner needs at the moment, he kept close to you and did not move. He allowed you these moments a lot more frequently and would try to initiate it as much as he could if it made you happier.

‹𝟹 Merrick used to get quite annoyed with it, until he realized how much it mattered to you. It had been a long time since you had felt the comfort from a loved one, and you had also been learning how to ask for it. Once he realized this, he had no trouble giving it to you. It became natural for you to come up to him on evenings when even though he was tired, he'd always leave a spot for you because he knew you'd occupy it. You no longer had to ask him, he knew it by your body language when you wanted to spend extra time with him. Sometimes words didn't even need to be said, all he needed to do was shift his body to fit yours and you'd be content.

‹𝟹 König isn't one to use his words much if he needs to give you reassurance or comfort. And in a way he is relieved when he realizes he doesn't have to do that. Sometimes you startle him when you reach out and take his hands, guiding him to wrap his arms around you. It's like he stops his breathing for a moment to see what you'll do. But once he sees you stop and just let out a sigh showing that you're content with the position you're currently in, he'll try to relax too. He's a bit awkward because he's not sure if you want him to pat you, stroke your cheek perhaps? But he learns overtime that any touch from him is what you want.

‹𝟹 Horangi has no problem with you being all up on him all day long. He doesn't let it interfere in his routine. He can go about his day with you from behind, arms around his waist as he's trying to wash the dishes or get something from the fridge. You'd be fine with it if you weren't so set on getting his attention to come back to you. So it turns into a game where you're calling out to him and asking if he's almost done with his current task. He'll give a reassuring pat on your head and turn his attention back to what he's doing. He's not intentionally ignoring you, he just has trouble keeping still unless he's tired. So for now you'll have to settle with being dragged along behind him until your battery is charged.

‹𝟹 Nikto is competing with you for who can be more clingy. At times, you are both interlocked and neither of you wants to be the first to let go unless you absolutely have to. He enjoys following you around, being your shadow so that he can slip in next to you at any opportunity that arises and get some hugs from you. He just likes holding you, and he wants to feel you do the same to him. It's like you both actively are calling out for one another, and it is impossible to ignore it. With a single glance you can tell when the other needs to be held for a moment, Nikto more specifically implemented this habit between you two. You still tell him when you would like to have a moment with him and he no questions asked will drop what he is doing to take care of you.

[bella-baby22]

Cluemaster is out of jail, batfam feels

Gotham's never quiet, not really it just tones down the loud from time to time. Bruce actually quite enjoys that about the city he's never really cared for the quiet, but on slower nights like this he knows its only a matter of time before something/someone ruins the break he's having.

"Oracle to Batman you available?"

He breathes out a chuckle before composing himself into Batman once again, "What is it Oracle?"

"There's an... incident happening over in the Bowery I think you need to step in."

He starts his way over, "Who is it this time Hood? Red Robin?"

"It's actually Spoiler."

That actually makes him pause there isn't usually a reason for him to step in with Stephanie. She may work with the bats but she's always been independent and if anyone needs to help her out would take Batman last on any occasion.

"Oracle what am I walking into here?"

There's a tense pause before the answer comes, "Cluemaster is out of jail."

That has Bruce sprinting even faster to the Bowery where he comes across the young vigilante in a screaming match with the rogue.

"Listen here you shitty Riddler rip off! You don't know shit about me or my choices! You were too busy being in jail to remember?!"

"I know enough to know that I should've convinced your mother to get rid of you one way or another, you such a disappointment Stephanie, or should I say 'Spoiler'? Absolutely pathetic..." He sounded drunk but that didn't seem to matter because it hurt her just as bad as far as he could see.

Stephanie's head was down she was quiet had nothing to say and that wasn't like her she was shaking and probably on the brink of tears.

He'd seen enough and dropped between the two, "You should go Arthur. You're not needed here."

"And what do you know bat? This is between the two of us bet you can't tell me anything about her more than I can!" Cluemaster cackles like hes the worlds best comedian.

"She's impressed with the barest hint of support from me or my team, and surprised when I think she can contribute anything because she thinks she's got nothing to offer anyone."

He hears multiple boots on the roof top behind him, "She looks at us like we've shown her a new element when we tell her we love her." Red Robin speaks as he wraps an arm around her.

Red Hood comes up next to Bruce, "Anytime things are going really well she runs, wonder why she's scared of getting attached?"

Nightwing is the next to speak, "She loves waffles and eggplant purple and remember stuff like that? Being patient? that's how we show her she can trust us and care."

"You let her believe those lies you said for so long its hard to show her they aren't true..."

"Black Bat?" Stephanie whispers.

"Not that it's her fault of course, its yours."

"Robin you don't have to," Spoiler starts.

"Tch, of course I don't but this is because of the man child who loved you before we did."

Her breathe hitches and the youngest of them standing up for her so blatantly. She looks to Batman to see what he was going to say after all of this.

"You tried to break her, but she's smart."

"she's pretty." Black Bat adds.

"And super funny," Red hood chimes up from where he's looming in front Spoiler and Red Robin.

"so it's a real pity that you can't see that Arthur," Bruce continues, "When you sober up and change maybe you should call her."

He turns ready to leave and tell his kids to head home for the night.

"And who do you think you are to tell me all this huh, Batman?!"

"We're the ones who love your daughter."

With that they all disappear into the night and head home.

In the cave

Bruce sits on his chair after his shower and sighs waiting for everyone to be done for post patrol debriefing. when he's hit with a fury of muscle and blonde hair as Stephanie wraps her arms around him.

"You didn't have to stand up for me like that, B."

Bruce gives a small chuckle, "Yeah I did, I'm not your dad Stephanie but you're one of my kids and I'll be damned if someone makes you feel like you're anything but the amazing young women and vigilante you've made yourself into."

She gives a wet laugh before nodding," You're pretty great too, B"