#I just love them a lot okay

[breannasfluff]

Great job on 400k words!

[COLLAPSE], sender wild and reciever legend

Can it be in the Wing Bois au please?

[ COLLAPSE ]:     a weakened sender (either from exhaustion or injuries or whatever!) sinks into the receiver’s embrace, only to collapse in their arms, too weak to move. 

Flock, want flock, Legend calls, and Hylia above, isn’t that embarrassing. He’s a grown bird, not a chick to be chirping for attention. But the recent battle was hard and bloody. Hyrule exhausted himself pushing his healing abilities and keeping them safe. Now he’s nothing more than a ball of feathers, sleeping it off.

The rest of the group are sprawled in various stages of wakefulness. 

Flock safe, comes Time’s tired whistle. 

The bowerbird knows they are safe, that’s not what he’s looking for. Still, he stifles the instinctual call for attention as it well ups. It’s not Time’s job to baby him.

Hyrule may be out of commission, but Wild is not. He whistles their sub-flock call, hauling himself off the ground where he was sprawled. Come here, he signals.

Legend is moving before he can second guess himself. His wings, twitching with tension, settle as he sinks into Wild’s arms. The magpie gives a gentle coo and nudges the side of the vet’s head. 

Bowerbirds are social birds, just like magpies. Legend often covers it up with bravado and a grouchy attitude, but he likes a hug and a cuddle as much as Wild. 

“We’re okay,” Wild hums, and sinks further into the embrace. 

Only, he keeps sinking.

“Wild?”

Comfort rapidly tips into panic as the magpie goes limp in his arms. Legend is suddenly juggling dead weight, a nervous whistle breaking the silence. “Wild? Are you okay?”

“...sorry,” he mumbles, struggling to hold up his weight. It’s futile. “Think I…just need a rest.”

Worry, worry! Legend calls, and then Time is there, worried about his flock. The kite helps him guide Wild to the ground.

“Shit,” the vet hisses, because there’s a wet stain spreading along Wild’s side. “Stupid bird, why didn’t you say something?” Leave it to the magpie to get injured and decide to be self-sacrificing.

Wild groans, lashes fluttering. “Hyrule was tired.”

“That doesn’t mean we want you to bleed out!”

“Twilight,” Time calls, “do we have any leftover potions and bandages?”

“On it!”

Legend coos with worry, carefully smoothing feathers crushed to the dirt. “Wild…”

“...’m fine, Ledge.” 

He’s definitely not fine. The bowerbirds worry spills into warbles and whistles, gaining strength as Wild flags. 

“Wild?” A sub-flock chirp has Legend glancing up to see Hyrule, exhausted but alert, coming over. His wings drag on the ground. “What’s going–you’re hurt!”

Wild bats at the air vaguely. “Fine! Don’t worry about it.”

Naughty, naughty, Hyrule chirps, but it’s light-hearted. Despite being overdrawn already, he reaches out and a pink glow surrounds his hands. 

“Hyrule…” Time’s worry is clear. 

“I’ll be okay. Just enough to keep this silly chick from passing out.”

The kite subsides, taking the bandages that Twilight passes him. 

By the time Wild’s wound is mostly healed and bandages, Legend and Hyrule have commandeered spots on either side of him, crowding close and fluffing wings to keep him hidden. There’s no need to, of course, but it’s instinct to surround their flockmate in feathers and safety.

Thank you, love you, Wild coos, and Hyrule and Legend give an answering call. Careful of the wound, Legend winds an arm around Wild’s chest and nuzzles closer. It may not be a full on hug, but it’s enough.

Prompt List

[scatterpatter]

EVEN MORE JETTWINS GIFS, this time courtesy of S3E10 Decepticon Air and S3E11 This is Why I Hate Machines!

Bonus:

[vampmoneys]

Just got off mcr livestream land…too many feelings to process omg I love them wtf

[moomin279]

WE ARE SO BACK INSIDE NO9 GIRLIES

[samskaterguy]

Very ill about the fact that when Raven figured out Dexter wrote her a poem in True Hearts Day she was genuinely excited about it and wanted to tell him she liked it and called him sweet and cute but then didn’t tell him when she saw him with Cupid, and THEN Dexter was going to try and give Raven the heart and then Lizzie took them after Maddie took Raven off to cheer her up

And then Dexter and Raven never got together officially and never even got a kiss on the cheek or something, despite having a date and the fact they both clearly liked each other so much. Cupid switching lab partners despite the fact she liked Dexter, and trying her best to set the record straight with both of them. also also Cupid, Raven and Dexter should’ve just all dated methinks 

[uhgood-girl]

just watched the apple music interview with jk and one part that stuck out to me was when the interviewer pointed out the beautiful cityscape beyond the windows and how they were currently on the 19th floor of this incredible building that bts' career built but that they (bts) had started out there on the ground level, amongst everyone else, in the streets. except they were actually even lower than that, no? lower than the ground, literally underneath it in that cramped and wet basement of the first building where the mirrors used to fog up so bad while they practiced they could barely see themselves and sometimes it would flood when it rained. where mold flourished on the walls and they habitualized saving their work on the computer every few minutes just in case the power went out, as it often did.

it's just truly so impressive (understatement). it's a story we're all familiar with and yet it always makes my breath catch a little to really think about in full, to reflect on just how far they've come.

and rn i love jk at the center of this little moment and his dedication to living in the present and not ruminating on it all too much. it's v admirable to me personally as an incurable, chronic ruminator lol

tbh the momentum with which they all continue to move forward, powered by trust and gratitude, always running at full speed ahead (accelerate more, you idiot), is one of things i continuously try to take away and carve into my own bones. i'm not sure i'll ever be able to put into words the feelings i've experienced watching something like yoongi go through the amygdala door at the end of his tour or reading the lyrics to no.2 on indigo for the first time or probably 10 other examples i can't even think of right now but the amount of healing and perseverance they all continue to model is so fucking powerful.

i feel so lucky to have them as such authentic examples. they deserve the fuck out of that hybe skyscraper, fight me.

[mxanigel]

I got happily distracted yesterday by WIP sentence asks and forgot to post the outcome of this super adorable picrew for my beloved OT3.

I'm not kidding when I say I get a little bit of serotonin every time I look at it. (Yes, I had to make two and then crop out Levi to add him to the Hange and Shion version. Worth it.)

[doublel27]

You know, now after seeing the pilot rescue with TK's overdose again, there is just something about how EMPTY his apartment looks compared to the home he and Carlos built together with the loft and I am feeling some way about it.

Oh man, rewatching the Pilot after season 3 is such a weird mindtrip. Because wehn you watch the pilot the first time, it's upseting and traumatic within the first ten minutes (much like the movie UP). But rewatching it AFTER you know these characters and watch them grow...it's devestating.

Like, not only is TK's apartment so empty, there's this...person TK is clearly TRYING to be.

Like, his proposal to whats his name was so much less personal and meaningful. It was in public, at a fancy resturant, with a fucking gaudy ring (I will never approve). He admits to his dad that he felt why can't I remember his name pull away and wanted to "fix it" with a proposal. We contrast that to his proposal to Carlos which is at three am in bed after a very traumatic week because he just can't live any longer without Carlos being his husband. And it's not trauma or fear it's love, and he's overflowing with it. He doesn't want to waste another moment without being married.

Mind you, we only see pilot TK briefly, but his apartment is so impersonal, versus the loft which feels very much like TK and Carlos. The breif glimpse we get of him is not the bouncy, happy TK we have after time in Austin. Like TK fully bounces places now. And then hew as much different.

I just..the healing these two have gone through in the progression of their relationship from the pilot until now is just...it's entirely magical. TK and Carlos have really allowed the other to be their true selves and become more themselves in their relationship than they were outside of it...and that's a beautiful fucking thing to see.

[berrywarbler]

Anderberry

03.09 Extraordinary Merry Christmas

[dysteri0]

First thing I’ve drawn all year and it’s these clowns

Fr though this image has been living rent free in my head for a week now so I had to unpack my iPad to get it out of my system enjoy

[nehswritesstuffs]

Family Day

Do I just want these canon orphans to have more siblings and a more stable home life? You know it.

3327 words; technically takes place in the same timeline as Father Like Son, Mother Like Daughter, Parent Like Child, but if you don’t want to read it just know that it’s a Cora Lives AU where he hauls himself and the baby Hearts over to Cocoyasi and [re]kindles a relationship with Bell-mère, with this particular part set about a year before Arlong tries to invade Cocoyasi; this is also to commemorate the fact that fic is officially my most-bookmarked story on AO3, which… says a lot; muchos gracias to AO3user AlexPersolv bc although I really don’t go to whatever part of the fandom they’re in, hey we gave the siblings a searchable tag lol pls use it for good mi amigo; kinda ends but then again a lot of the things I write just kinda end

Penguin and Shachi realize that an important anniversary is coming up and rope their younger siblings into the proceedings. [AU where Cora-san and Bell-mère live with their six kids in the East Blue and everyone is better-adjusted]

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Penguin and Shachi looked at the calendar on the wall warily. As the eldest siblings, they were the ones who needed to be the most aware of things, and yet they were suddenly now smacked with the realization that a very important day was fast approaching. They looked at one another and nodded before heading into the sitting room.

“Alright, Sibling Meeting, north lookout, let’s go,” Penguin said, trying to haul Nojiko out of her chair. The younger girl tried to shake him off, but she was still a little on the short side for eleven and he’d already benefited from multiple teenaged growth spurts. “You’ll like this one, Nojicakes.”

“I hate you,” the girl hissed.

“Ah, no you don’t.” He put her down on her feet and decided to take care of the youngest sibling’s rolling around in protest by picking her up and carrying her over his shoulder like a sack of sass and snark. “Come on; sooner we get this done, sooner we can come back.”

“I guess,” Law grumbled, marking his place in the textbook he had been hunched over. He helped Nojiko wake up Bepo from his nap and the six kids made their way across the island towards the prospective meeting spot, where Law at least helped Nami out by swapping her with a rock instead of letting Penguin drop her on her rear. “Care to tell us what this is about?”

“A very important day’s happening in two weeks,” Shachi said, ���and we need some time to prepare.”

“What kind of day is that?” Nami scowled.

“The day you and Nojicakes and Mom took us in, of course! It’ll be two years since we became a family!”

Three of younger siblings looked at the older two with deadpan expressions. Only Bepo seemed anything close to enthused, but the easily-excitable bear was sort of a given.

“You dragged us all the way over to the other side of the island to tell us that?” Nojiko frowned.

“We didn’t do anything last year around this time,” Law mentioned, his voice cracking traitorously. Puberty was a cruel thing sometimes.

“Yeah, and think about it: we really should do something,” Penguin insisted.

“I mean, this is, like, the only real family Peng and I have ever had,” Shachi added. “I know you all were in good families at some point before we showed up, but trust us when we say we should make this special.”

“Yeah,” Penguin agreed, “because this,” he motioned to signal the entire group, “happening is rare as fuck.”

“I thought Mom said you’re not supposed to swear around us,” Bepo said, nervously picking at his claws.

“Fuzzball, I am seventeen fucking years old,” Penguin sighed. “If I want to cuss, then I am going to cuss, because it’s not like the people we refer to as our parents are doing much better in that regard.”

“In any regard,” Law amended sourly.

“True, but you know what we mean,” Shachi said. He looked at his younger siblings and saw that the normally-opinionated Nami was being particularly quiet. “What’s on your mind, Gingersnap? You look like you’ve got something to say.”

“If we didn’t do anything for it last year, then why do you think we should do something this year?”

“…because they won’t be expecting it, and you know how they won’t make a fuss unless we do.” Shachi knelt down in front of Nami and held her shoulders. “You wanna help us with the inaugural Family Day celebration? Make sure Mom and Dad know how much we appreciate the fact we’re here with them instead of who-knows-where?”

“I guess,” Nami shrugged.

“You’re forgetting that our parents are two former Marine officers, one of whom was an undercover spy,” Law stated. “How the hell do you plan on getting anything past them?”

“Oh, that part’s easy,” Penguin smirked. “That’s where you four come into play.”

The younger siblings weren’t entirely certain they wanted to hear that.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Being the middle two kids, Law and Nojiko knew that their place within the Sibling Hierarchy was a bit odd at best. They weren’t dumbasses like their elder brothers, and they weren’t babies like their younger siblings, but they were something, which was rather ill-defined and nebulous and altogether weird.

What they were, as it happened, was the sane ones, as sane as a fifteen-and-eleven-year-old brother-sister pair could possibly be in the grand scheme of things.

“You two really are morons if you think this is going to work,” Law said. He and Nojiko were watching as Penguin and Shachi were painting a banner in bright block letters.

“No kidding,” she scoffed. “Where are you going to hide everything?”

“In the orchard,” Penguin replied.

“Peng, they work in the orchard. Why do you think they’re going to just ignore the fact that there’s a bunch of extra party supplies just hanging around in the orchard?”

“We’re going to put them in a box, and bury the box, and then unbury it when the time is right,” Shachi explained. “It’s foolproof.”

“Why are they like this…?” Nojiko sighed. Law shook his head.

“Damned if I know. Remember: these are the dumbfucks who tried to convince Dad and me that Bepo was their pet polar bear.”

“Hey!” Penguin snapped, pointing with his brush, “he’s our cute baby brother and you know it!”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Law fired back. He watched as Bepo came into view carrying a chest, with Nami trailing close behind with a large bag. “…and what are you two plotting?”

“Chaos,” Nami beamed. Both Law and Nojiko looked over at Bepo, their eyebrows nearly in sync as they arched.

“I’m just doing what I’m told,” he admitted.

“…and, if we ask nicely, hopefully you’ll begin to help out too,” Shachi said.

“I’m not digging,” Nojiko scowled, folding her arms over her chest.

“That wasn’t what we had in mind for you, Nojicakes,” Shachi replied. He looked at Law and raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not digging either,” the lad said.

“Oh, it was never going to involve digging.” Both Penguin and Shachi looked at Law, the former even mimicking the hand motion the youngest teen used to make a Room. Law cringed at that.

“Oh no… no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no… don’t you even dare! I’m not going to let you abuse my powers like that! You want to be weird, do it on your own time!”

“…but Law-nii…!” Nami protested. She stood in front of him, her eyes large and determined. “Chaos.”

Fuck… he was never going to be able to tell her no, wasn’t he…?

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Almost two weeks passed in a flash. The siblings soldiered through it, sometimes stealing away in the middle of the night, sometimes out during the day. They worked on their decorative projects while hiding the evidence from their parents, despite the risks and dangers involved. They knew the risks in keeping things from former military, and frankly… they didn’t give a shit.

It was two days before Family Day and it was one such afternoon, with sweltering heat and the two adults having retreated to the house while the children were seas-knew-where. Cora and Bell-mère were laying together on the couch, both in tank tops and shorts as they wanted to cuddle while not succumbing to the heat.

“I don’t like how quiet it’s been,” Cora frowned. He stared up at the ceiling fan as it rotated slowly. “They keep not coming in during the hottest part of the day, almost like they’re hiding something.”

“Let them,” Bell-mère scoffed. “One of them is basically a doctor anyhow, and it make things easier around here for us.” She let her fingers trail over his ribs and he let out a low whine. “My highly educated and unfortunately maternal guess is that they won’t be back for another hour. You want to make use of that, or…?”

“I kind of want to know where our kids are, Belle,” he frowned. “Usually they tell us where they’re going, but they’re not…”

“Teenage rebellion—they need their space.”

“The younger three aren’t teenagers yet, and they don’t need space that much if they’re all going together.”

“You’re being a mother hen, for fuck’s sake,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Just leave them alone.”

“…but what if something’s wrong?” he wondered. “You know what’s after Law and me.”

“Fine—you want to be that way, then be that way.” Bell-mère rolled off Cora and glared at him. “If you need me, don’t, because I will be upstairs taking care of myself since you won’t.”

“Belle…”

“Rosi… you’re being a tit. Whatever’s so important they’re all out there together, it’s got to be good for them, right? I thought you wanted them to act like siblings.”

“I do, but…”

“…but nothing—as long as they don’t kill anyone, they’re fine. Now, if you excuse me…” She then went up the stairs to their bedroom, slamming the door shut when it was clear that Cora was not following. Her Co-Parent-Slash-Boytoy exhaled heavily as he scratched at his scalp—this was exhausting.

Deciding that he might as well follow through, Cora went outside and began searching the orchard for their makeshift brood. He was eventually able to confirm that they weren’t in the orchard, which then just posed the question of where in the hell were they?

“Kids…?” he called out as he walked into the woods. “Kids… where are you…?”

“Shit, it’s Dad!” Huh… was that Nojiko…? He couldn’t really see her…

“ROOM!”

Amongst the trees, Cora saw Law’s Devil Fruit ability manifest and he instantly became concerned. Why was he making a Room? What was so concerning that his sister needed to play lookout? He tried to run towards the Room’s origin point, only to trip and fall into the underbrush. By the time he hauled himself out and over to his kids, all six of them were staring at him as though he had shown up naked.

“What’s going on here?!” He looked at the kids and tried to figure out which one of them would be the easiest to crack. Even Bepo seemed like he’d be a tough one to weasel information out of, which was honestly terrifying. “I’ve been worried about you, running off in the middle of the day without word of when you’ll be back or where you’re going!”

“Dad…” Nami whined. “Law-nii and the goobers are with us! We can’t get into that much trouble! They’re spoil-sports!”

“I beg to differ,” Cora scowled. He looked at the aforementioned teen for a moment and swapped glares, only for him to notice something curious just behind him. “Is that freshly-moved dirt behind you…?”

“Yeah; I’m practicing,” Law stated. He opened another Room and swapped all his siblings and his father with piles of dirt and sticks and rocks and each other, the action wearing him out more than he cared to admit. “See? I’ve got to be able to use this ability offensively if we’re going to make it on the Grand Line.”

“Yeah!” Bepo squeaked. “Law-nii is going to be the captain, and he needs to be able to do scary things if that’s the case!”

“I don’t know if I’d call this scary,” Cora frowned. “Why don’t you kids come back for a little bit and I can at least get you some cold tangerines and iced tea—it’s awful out here.”

“A little break won’t hurt,” Penguin shrugged. “We can finish up after dinner.”

“Then it sounds like a plan,” Cora said. He picked up his youngest daughter and carried her on his shoulders as they walked back to the house together. It was only as he was falling down after tripping over a tree root—Law was already replacing Nami with a leaf—did he remember something:

Why were there scissors in the clearing…?

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

As it turned out, Cora didn’t have much of a chance to confront his children later on in regards to the mysterious pair of scissors laying on the grass in the woods. Between putting dinner on the table, mediating an argument over which girl could wear which shirt, and the Apology Oral he was dragged into at the last minute (not that he was complaining about that one), Cora was distracted just enough to not think about that afternoon at all as his former superior officer rode his face until they were both a sweaty mess.

There were worse things to forget, actually, and it didn’t bother him as he drifted off into sleep content in Bell-mère’s arms.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“I am going to murder those little brats,” Bell-mère snarled. She had been trying all day to find the kids so that they could help with the fertilizer, and yet there was barely any hint as to them even existing since breakfast.

“What was that you said the other day about giving them space?” Cora deadpanned. He stopped shoveling cowshit out of the wheelbarrow and speared the ground with the shovel so he could lean on it. “How is this different?”

“It’s different because this is them getting out of work,” Bell-mère defended.

“I can’t really blame them here, Belle,” he replied. “This is literal shit from Brynn’s farm. Some of it is still warm, and not just from the sun.”

“…and the sooner it gets put in place, the quicker we don’t have to deal with it,” she argued. “Come on—they’re probably hiding at Genzo’s.”

Except, when they got to Genzo’s…

“You haven’t seen them?” Bell-mère marveled, unsure whether she should be additionally irritated or impressed. If she was being honest, it didn’t seem like anyone in town had seen all six of their kids that day, which was definitely an accomplishment.

“Well, I saw Bepo, but that was just long enough for him to give me this,” the sheriff said. He pulled an envelope out of his shirt pocket and handed it to Bell-mère. “Said something about how I should give it to you if you came around.”

“…but not deliver it,” Cora frowned. Genzo shrugged at that.

“Your kids are smarter than any of us want to admit,” he replied. “I’d hate to get on their bad side once they’re fully-grown and one of them’s in trouble.”

“This is true,” Cora nodded. He glanced over at Bell-mère and watched as she read the letter. “What’s it say?”

“It says to go to the north overlook for another clue…?” She wrinkled her nose and scowled. “The fuck is this shit?”

“Oh, a scavenger hunt!” Cora giggled. “They set up a game for us!”

“We don’t have time for fucking games,” Bell-mère groaned. She was tired and achy and smelled like the back end of a cow—to say she wasn’t in the mood was an understatement. “It’s going to lead us home, so let’s go straight there and just nip this in the bud.”

“You don’t want to go along with it?” Cora asked. “If it was Bepo who gave it…”

“Then I promise to not yell,” Bell-mère sighed. “Why are kids so fucking exhausting?”

“You did it to yourselves,” Genzo reminded her before going back to his newspaper.

“Sometimes the parenting life chooses you,” Cora offered. Genzo nodded in agreement as the blond was dragged back towards the orchard, where they hoped the kids were ultimately hiding. “Why do you think they’re acting like this?”

“Fucked if I know,” she scoffed. “They’re always doing weird shit.” She looked over and saw that Cora was smiling wistfully. “What…?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, Rosi.”

“Well… it’s just…” He rolled both his eyes and his shoulders. “It’s silly.”

“No, what is it?”

“It’s just…” Cora took Bell-mère’s hand in his and squeezed gently. “It reminds me of when I was little… when we lived in the family home.” He didn’t need to specify further—she long-knew about his previous life in the Holy Land Mariejois. “We used to play with each other and our cousins, just getting to be kids. That was before… it all happened.”

“You miss your brother, don’t you?”

“More than anything; I don’t know the man behind those sunglasses, or who the boy was that killed Father. All I know is that I miss Doffy.”

“Maybe one day,” she offered, knowing full-well it never would. The house was now in-sight and she gave him a grin. “Let’s sneak up on them.”

“You sure?”

“If they can fuck with us, we can fuck with them,” she reasoned. Without the ability to refute such logic, Cora made them both silent and they crept up to the house with ease, peeking into the window between the blind slats.

They weren’t entirely certain what they had expected, but it certainly was not what they saw. The taller of the kids were handing up colorful streamers and decorations, while the shorter ones were setting the table, and Law was in the kitchen fussing over… was that a cake…?

What in the world…?

“What the fuck…?” Bell-mère wondered. “It’s not a birthday, and we sure as fuck aren’t married.”

“I wonder what came over them…” Cora frowned. He puzzled over the answer, feeling as though he knew what it was and simply couldn’t put a name on it. They sat on the porch in silence for a moment before they crept over towards the door and crouched by the door. Cora undid the silencing on them and he silently counted down on his fingers.

Three… two… one…

At once, the two adults jumped up and burst through the door, making all six kids flinch in panic. They turned towards their nominal guardians and cringed—busted.

“Okay, there’s no way you got through that scavenger hunt that quick!” Shachi huffed. “We were guaranteed twenty-eight minutes!”

“Scavenger hunt my ass!” Bell-mère countered. “What the fuck is so important that you need to hide party decorations from us?!” The kids all stayed quiet, looking at one another as though they were trying to figure out who needed to spill the beans. Taking matters into their own hands, Nami and Bepo both grabbed fistfuls of tiny paper bits they were using for confetti and threw them in Bell-mère and Cora’s faces.

“Happy Family Day!” their youngest child cheered.

“…Family Day…?” Cora wondered. Bell-mère simply sputtered confetti out of her mouth—the fuck…?

“Yeah!” Bepo said. “We first got here two years ago today!”

“Today’s the day we became a family!” Nami added. “Peng-nii and Sach-nii said that this doesn’t happen very often, so we gotta show you we appreciate it!”

“You did…?” Cora looked at Penguin and Shachi from where they stood on chairs, his eyes watering.

“Well… yeah…?” Penguin shrugged.

“You aren’t dicks…?” Shachi replied warily.

“I wasn’t really sure about them when you first brought them home,” Nojiko added, “but they’ve grown on me.”

“I can swap things above ground with stuff below now,” Law mentioned casually. “That should come in handy.”

“Oh, that’s not terrifying,” Bell-mère cringed. She tried to pretend she was not crying, but was very clearly shedding tears. “Do you want us to… erm… come back later, or…?”

“I thought we needed to hake them do their fair share of the chores,” Cora smirked. He also was trying to pretend he was not crying, but was doing a very poor job with their youngest two children hugging him tightly while the elder two were also trying to not cry and… well… Law and Nojiko? The pair were just trying to make sure that the cake looked good.

“It’s not a surprise anymore,” Nojiko huffed.

“Yeah; might as well stay,” Law agreed. He turned the cake around as his siblings pushed Cora and Bell-mère towards the kitchen island. There were little mikan decorations along with fresh slices, and the hastily-piped letters in the teen’s distinctive lettering.

Happy Family Day

Thank you!

That was definitely when they all began to cry in earnest.

[science-lings]

i’m really hoping that people like my fem!Zelink au bc so far it will be featured at least twice for zelink week, and I only have three fics actually planned lmao 

[inkskinned]

having good & true friends will literally save and protect you in a million unfathomable ways. like okay we have written so many times about lovers. but the way a platonic friend laughs and cries with you. the way they hold your hand at 14 years old and at 34. the way they keep a little silver tie to you, touching base over and over and over. how you can go years without talking, only to re-meet and discover: oh shit! you're still cool!

there are people who have been in my life for more than half of it, and i have loved every version of them. do you know how fucking beautiful that is. yeah love will save the world. but the way friends love you is gonna save the you.

[hinamie]

in spite of everything, I had fun <3

[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?

[facelessmime]

The silly Bonus to this post.