#I hope I don’t regret this :>

[skellseerwriting]

My Top 5 Anime Husbandos

or as I like to call them: Malewaifus (malewife)

In no particular order

Official List:

Kurapika Kurta (HxH)

Tenya Iida (MHA)

Armin Arlert (AOT) (notice a pattern?)

Hikaru Hitachiin (OHSH)

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu (Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair)

Honorable Mentions + Reason:

Gladion (Pokémon Sun & Moon) (yes I know it could count as an anime but the game came out first and I loved him first in the game)

Hiccup (httyd) (he’s not an anime boy)

Zuko (atla) (technically a cartoon)

Luka (Miraculous Ladybug) (cartoon)

Howl Pendragon (HMC) (not a traditional anime)

Rare/mini characters that have a special place in my heart:

Ira (Glitter Force Doki Doki)

Leon (Violet Evergarden Ep. 6)

Envy (FMAB) (I know I’m going to get flack for this)

Torin (Pokémon: The Power of Us)

Garfiel Tinsel (Re:Zero) (I know he’s a reoccurring character but there’s no x reader fanfiction on Ao3 so it counts)

[kav3h]

tfw. tfw ur life is ruined by this dudes brother who swaps ur fate. so u craft a secret identity and a super dramatic revenge plot, but then the dude befriends u. and ur plotting to ruin his life but ur also deeply in love w him.

[xyzaurax]

face reveal :D

[themirokai]

Can we do a thing together and be cool about it? Can we try to bring ask culture back? Let’s try this:

1. Reblog this post.

2. Send an ask to the person you reblogged it from.

3. If someone sends you an ask, send one back to them.

The asks can be super simple! What’s your favorite food? How is your day going?

Or they can be about a fandom you both enjoy. Do you have a favorite episode? What do you think about this character? Would you survive in this world?

Or they can be about something you’re curious about the person.

Be kind, be curious, just don’t be an asshole. If you feel the urge to use this as an excuse to criticize or be rude, maybe think about why that is instead of sending the ask.

Try this with me? Please?

[starstuc]

and what if I say that toga and uraraka were the only ones that truly reached out to each other…

[spineless-lobster]

These two are the meanest bitches ever and also they kiss with tongue on the regular

(If you haven’t listened to paris the musical do it right now go and listen to it it’s really good go listen now)

(None chromatic version under cut)

[lovingldsconvert]

in case anyone was wondering about the non-conservative boy i met on mutual in november we moved to instagram in december for texting and we are going to call for the second time on monday (the holidays were busy for both of us lol)

you know what maybe love IS real and maybe it IS mutual

[gremlin-grumbles]

October 14th: Aiden

This is part 1 of a series focusing on each of the main six’s birthdays!

Side note: all of these mini fanfics will only include platonic relationships. I’m not going to involve any romantic connotation between characters.

Aiden’s ended up being a lot longer than I originally planned to but in any case enjoy!

Aiden’s birthday had never been anything special. Sure, his parents always left him a gift card and a fancy cake from a pastry shop but that was the extent of it. No celebration, no party, and never any friends to share the day with.

But this year, things were different.

At 11:55 PM Aiden remembered it was almost his birthday. A bittersweet feeling washed over him—part excitement, part preemptive disappointment.

He didn’t want to admit how fast he was refreshing his messages, or how often he glanced at the door, half expecting some surprise from Ben.

But nothing came.

By 12:30 AM he’d accepted it, nothing special was happening. He wouldn’t admit he was disappointed…but he was. Kind of embarrassed too for getting his hopes up. He had even gone to check on Ben, only to find him fast asleep.

He lay back in bed, eyes heavy not from tiredness but from that emotionally drained feeling that comes when you’re trying too hard not to feel let down. He imagined what the morning would bring probably a note from his parents in the living room, something like:

“Dear Aiden, sorry we can’t be there right now you know me and your father are quite busy with work. Have the loveliest birthday, son. We’ve left some cash on the table for you, Ben, and your friends to get something nice to eat. There’s cake in the fridge. Love you, son.”

And with that thought, he drifted off to sleep, knowing that the day to come would simply stack onto the ones he’d eventually forget.

.

.

.

He woke suddenly to the sound of a small rock hitting his window. Confused, he peeked outside and saw… Tyler?

“Get your ass down here, sleeping beauty” Tyler called up. “I’ve been waiting for you to drag yourself out of bed for at least 10 minutes”

Still half asleep, Aiden stumbled downstairs and opened the door… and froze.

There they all were.

His friends.

Before he could process it, bright red fireworks burst into the sky. (Ashlyn, had brought her most effective earplugs for the occasion.)

Aiden stared, stunned. Taylor was holding a bunch of balloons, and Ashlyn stood beside her with a cake in her hands, the words

Happy Birthday Aiden <3 were scrawled in what looked like Taylor’s handwriting. The tiny heart at the end gave it away.

“Did you guys… do all this for me?” Aiden asked, still in disbelief.

“No,” Tyler deadpanned. “This is just our usual 7 AM hangout. We just stopped by to say hi.”

“Don’t listen to smart pants over there,” Taylor cut in, beaming. “Of course this is for you! Happy birthday, Aiden!” She ran up and hugged him so hard it nearly knocked him off his feet.

He was speechless.

“What, nothing witty to say back?” Tyler teased.

“I think he’s having a stroke,” Ashlyn added flatly.

“Guys, give him a break,” Logan said. “oh and happy birthday Aiden!”

“Happy birthday” Ashlyn added, her voice warm.

“Yeah, happy birthday, loser” Tyler said, with his usual sarcastic tone in his voice

Ben was standing next to them holding a card that read “Happy Birthday Aiden” with a big smile in his face

Aiden’s cheeks were burning. No one had ever done anything like this for him before. He felt warm, light headed but in the best way. He smiled, truly, and for once it reached all the way to his eyes.

“Come inside” he said, voice full of more joy than he realized.

They crowded into the living room. Aiden sat in the middle of the couch while the others gathered around and sang to him. When he blew out the candles, a weird kind of peace settled over him like the happiness was stitched into his chest. At the same time, he felt an overwhelming surge of excitement, like he was about to burst. Adrenaline was racing through his veins, and an intense wave of happiness washed over him.

Then came the gifts.

“You guys didn’t have to get me anything, I—”

“Stop being so nice and humble” Tyler cut in immediately. “You’re starting to sound like Logan, I’m getting kinda freaked out here”

Logan looked mildly offended but said nothing.

Taylor clapped her hands. “Okay! Time for gifts, mine first, mine first! I REALLY hope you like it I’m really proud of it”

“She really is,” Ashlyn mumbled. “She hasn’t stopped rumbling about it all week.”

Aiden took the gift from her carefully wrapped in heart-patterned paper and felt a weird anticipation as he peeled it open.

It was a skateboard.

And not just any skateboard. This one was hand-made, painted in all his favorite colors with funky doodles and smiley faces. The best part? Everyone had signed it in different ink. In the back it read, with love, Taylor.

The words curving gently along the edge.

His eyes lit up. “You made this?”

She nodded nervously. “Do you like it? I hope it’s not bad”

“Are you kidding? It’s perfect!” He exclaimed

“Check this out” He started to stand up excitedly, to go try it out immediately, but Tyler stopped him. “Lucky for you, I knew you’d do that, that’s why my gift is the sequel to Tay’s.”

Curious, Aiden tore into Tyler’s gift next. Inside was a full set of safety gear knee and hand pads, and a red helmet with shark teeth painted on it.

Aiden burst into fake tears. “Bro… come on… give me a hug!”

Tyler leaned back, cringing, and shoved a hand in Aiden’s face to keep him away. The others cracked up at their usual antics.

Then it was Ben’s turn. He handed Aiden his phone which had a playlist filled with all of Aiden’s favorite songs plus a few new ones he hadn’t seen before but knew he was gonna love. Aiden immediately pulled him into a hug, 99% of his music taste came from Ben’s recommendations and he could always count on him to get it right.

But that wasn’t the end.

Ben handed him a plushie one that was soft and huggable, and could even double as an stress-relief toy. Aiden thought it was perfect but what he didn’t know until he accidentally pressed its chest was that it could actually sing and it started playing Aiden’s all-time favorite song. Aiden couldn’t help but smile. He knew Ben had picked it because this song always lifted his mood when he was feeling down. Ben’s heart warmed at Aiden’s reaction, feeling content that he’d gotten it just right.

Next was Logan’s turn. He looked nervous as he held out his gift.

Logan handed Aiden a book shaped gift, and for a split second, Aiden panicked. He was definitely not a book guy and the last thing he wanted was to feel guilty about never reading some novel Logan carefully picked out.

But this book… was different.

It was the only kind of book Aiden would ever be excited to open: a photo album. Or rather, a scrapbook. The cover was decorated with photos of all of them together, random stickers, smiley faces, little flowers, and those sparkly things Taylor was probably responsible for sneaking in.

Inside were pictures of them doing all sorts of dumb things, blurry selfies, inside jokes, each page dated and paired with a little note from Logan. Some were sarcastic. Some were sweet. All of them made Aiden smile.

Logan rubbed the back of his neck. “I know it’s not much, but… we’ve all gone through a lot together this year. I thought this could be a sort of… wrap-up.”

None of the others had seen the gift before Logan had refused to show it to anyone, worried it wouldn’t measure up. At that moment though he couldn’t help but feel a little proud.

“No, it’s- I mean-I just- I love it,” Aiden said, a little choked up. And he did love it. How could he not?

He could already picture himself pulling this out on a rough day, flipping through the pages when the world felt like it was too much to handle and remembering that all these moments were real. They were real. These people, his people, made him feel seen.

Of course, he didn’t say all that out loud. Instead, he just grinned and muttered, “It’s amazing. Thank you, dude!”

Then came Ashlyn.

Aiden had absolutely no idea what to expect from her. She walked up to him with the most serious expression imaginable, either super awkward or possibly about to gift him a weapon and placed a small envelope in his hand.

He opened it.

VIP tickets. To see his favorite parkour athlete live and not just watch but join in. It was an interactive experience. Training, tricks, the whole thing. He stared at the tickets like they might disappear.

He’d rambled about wanting to go to this event endlessly since it was announced. From the moment he met Ashlyn, he hadn’t stopped talking about all sorts of things, but he never thought she actually cared. And apparently… she had listened. She really listened and remembered how much he liked this.

What kind of person had he been, to deserve friends like these?

He didn’t know what to say. All he could feel was this overwhelming wave of gratitude — like he could drop to the floor or launch himself into orbit and still not express how lucky he felt in that moment. He could die now, and it’d be fine.

Or maybe… maybe he could live. Live to see more birthdays like this one. More days like this. More time with them.

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.

The rest of the day was just as chaotic and perfect as the morning. They watched marvel movies, went to the park, and spent hours hanging out

Aiden doing every stupid, borderline dangerous thing imaginable (which was allowed because hey, it was his day)

When the sun went down, they all crashed at his place for a sleepover.

Later that night, as Aiden curled up on the couch with the others piled around him, blankets everywhere, someone already snoring, he smiled to himself.

He was tired. Full. Not just from cake or sugar highs, but from something deeper. A feeling that hadn’t come around often.

He had more to look forward to tomorrow. And the day after that.

This day was something to remember.

And with that last thought, he closed his eyes and dreamed of more days like this one.

[adamprrishcycle]

Is anyone listening to we hug now by sydney rose and thinking about adam going to college and gansey going away and ronan feeling bored and abandoned and hopeless at the barns???

when it happened to me 🧎🏻‍♀️

[stormspecter]

Help me get to my top surgery in February 2025!

Note: I am raising funds for the transportation only. At this time, the surgery is fully covered by insurance.

Hello! I am a multiply disabled trans person in my mid 20s. I need help getting a ride to and from my top surgery, which is scheduled in February 2025. I do not have a car and there is no one in my life who is both willing and able to give me a ride. This is an ongoing problem which delayed my surgery for years, and already forced me to cancel my previous date last year.

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vnmo: hawberry25

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Ko-fi: Reynia

[eli-am-confused]

I found out some tragic news on Tumblr recently. So now the President is crying.

Picture one

Howard: Eddie, is it true? Did the chicken that crossed the road really die?

Picture two

Eddie: God damn it

Picture three

Blessed silence

Picture four

Eddie: ok maggots. Which one of you little shits told Howie that the chicken who crossed the road died?

Picture five

Ed: the chicken is WHAT?

Curt shopper: oh ed

Bailey: look what you’ve done Eddie! I hope you’re proud!

Picture six

Eddie: fuck… I should’ve never come back to Hatchetfield.

[measurelessdreamer]

Part II of my musings about my scogan kid fic idea (read part I here)

It’s very delicate. And Logan doesn’t deal with delicate. He can deal with force and dangerous and what-doesn’t-kill-you-makes-you-stronger. A four-year-old girl calling him “dad” is nowhere near any of these things.

And Summers must know how much of a deal this is because he’s quiet the whole time they walk to his office to talk, for which Logan didn’t ask but Scott offered anyway, without the typical stoic composure Logan was used to seeing on him.

Then they get there and neither of them can really sit down or start because where do you start after seeing something like this? After apparently living in a universe where time-travel is possible and it happens to be your damn luck that you have to live with its consequences?

And Logan realises that Scott could ask first. He wasn’t there when Logan talked about his timeline with Charles and as far as the little girl goes, calling Scott “papa” is on the same spot of “urgent” as calling Logan “dad” is.

But Summers speaks in the end and, surprising no one, he decides to be unselfish and asks Logan what he wants to know. Logan gives him a look that must speak for itself because Summers clenches his jaw but still waits and Logan hates him but not really and so he asks, “The girl. Who is she?”

And Scott says that her name is Kayla (because I happen to be a big fan of Wolverine: Origins and I always have been ever since I saw it when I was, like, thirteen, and despite all the sad stuff about Kayla, I loved the message of her words to Logan that he’s not an animal and I think it would be nice to have that message survive in a little girl who at some point learned to love him enough to call him dad because if that doesn’t say he’s not an animal, then I don’t know). It might warrant a reaction from Logan right away. He might know what the name means, the Logan of this timeline probably didn’t (but it’s possible he doesn’t know either).

So he asks who gave her that name, to which Scott replies that he chose it and Logan asks why they would let him and Scott says because he was the one who found her. There is something Summers isn’t saying, though, and although Logan can tell, he lets it go this time.

Found her? he asks next and Scott says I assume you’re familiar with the name “Stryker”, to which Logan lets out one of his claws, the middle one, akin to all those years ago on the Liberty Island and he doesn’t know what he expects, but the soft smile that graces Scott’s face before it is squashed down by the cold calculated look was definitely not it.

Then Scott reaches under his desk and unlocks one of his drawers and pulls out a thick file with the huge red stemp of “classified” written over it and he pushes it closer to Logan. It says “Weapon XII” on the front and Logan bristles and almost lets out all of his claws.

He doesn’t reach for the file and Scott probably didn’t even expect him to because he goes on, unprompted, and says that the project was meant to be a continuation of the previous one, of designing a mutant who would be able to hold and control multiple abilities at the same time. The previous project made them aware they could change one mutant. Now, they wanted to know whether they could fully create one and raise them to be their perfect soldier.

For that, they needed a suitable collection of DNA from mutants they knew existed because it turned out that not every ability was compatible with the rest of them.

When Logan asks how they found out, Summers says it’s in the file and then clenches his jaw when Logan just says he’s not reading it. Then Scott says there were multiple test subjects that were biologically engineered in different ways so they knew where to push their limits. At the time, Kayla was being referred to as “12.9” and she was the only one they found at the facility. The rest were defined in the file as “failed” and “closed” and Logan really feels slashing through something right now.

Scott says she was merely six-months old when she was found by them. They didn’t know who she was but the following days were a bit self-explanatory when she teleported a meter away right in front of their eyes and shot red beams from her eyes at a toy she didn’t particularly like.

Her powers were meant to manifest early so Stryker’s people knew if she could harness all the powers they engineered her with without dying. It was a long process of deciding which ones she had to have and which ones she didn’t. All of the children had Logan’s, though, and as much as there indeed is no adamantium in her body, it was the plan to put it into her once she grew up. Putting it into her now would prevent her from her natural development and result in her death. Logan says, “Don’t tell me they found that out the hard way,” to which Scott replies, “What do you think?”

So, what, is she a clone? Logan asks after Scott explains the rest and Scott says, Yes, in a sense.

What do you mean? She either is or she ain’t!

Clones are usually of “something” and are meant to resemble that something to perfection. She has so much of other people in herself that no one would be able to pin point what she is a clone of.

As much as it clears up a few things about her to Logan, there is a lot Scott doesn’t mention that day or the ones that follow. He doesn’t say that it was actually the two of them together who found her and not just Logan. He doesn’t reveal that her first days here were a pretty accurate depictions of hell and that Logan’s healing factor came especially in handy and she also sort of seemed to cry a lot less when she was in Scott’s arms compared to everyone else’s. And he doesn’t say anything about the fact that, yes, as much as her DNA is comprised of DNA of other mutants, the percentages vary and there are two sets of DNA she has more of than from others and there is a reason why her eyes are so blue and why she purposefully has weaker versions of all her mutant abilities aside from her healing factor and heightened senses.

Part III

[deadarchivesienjoy]

because people be sharing their thoughts, here are mine.

i personally like a lot of the changes. i love drama, i love angst, and honestly it’s fun to see it. i feel like plot structure wise this season has been looser but i have enjoyed all the time we have gotten with the characters.

i know a lot of people are upset with the changes and i think that it’s important to remember that it’s an adaptation. changes are going to happen. i’m not saying you can’t be upset that things were changed or left out but i believe in having some faith that the cast and the writers know what they are doing

[kesp-mimosa-blaze]

Okay but I can’t even imagine how terrifying it would be to wake up midway through an operation, much less a diy operation your boss is doing while your coworker stands menacingly watching after they basically homebrew sedated you. It sounds like she’s probably still alive based on what I’ve gathered so far but it sounds like all the fight got taken out of her, which I’m hoping is a good thing but right now I’m really not sure

[little-eldritch-gremlin]

Posting this as well since Aromantic Awareness week has started

Aro Finch you live on in my heart forever 🫶🏼