#I think they rly just robbed the fuck out of me and they just tell you it’s on sale

[stopfunkinwmyheart]

I could have gotten like 5 flannels for what I paid for this half oz…..

[snekdood]

ig my biggest issue with fandoms is the almost... false closeness thats there in them? ig since i was a kid and wasnt good at enforcing boundaries and was just excited to find ppl with the same interest I didn't really think about it but be real like, there was a vibe that it was "okay" and "fine" to expose a lot about ourselves to eachother that... i think if we knew eachother irl... we'd hafta be a lot closer than that to see or hear about that stuff...

[dearharriet]

could you write a steve x fem!reader fic based on little freak by harry styles? thank you!!!

ty for the req!! <3 i hadn’t listened to little freak since harry’s house came out but this prompt rly grew on me :) hope u like it! (1.6K) 🦢 (cw: drinking, smoking, foul language)

A football team of college pricks had invaded the kitchen. You felt bad. In high school, the kitchen was always a haven at parties for chatting and drinking and planning to leave. What you were witnessing felt like the desecration of God’s land.

You were on the counter, where you’d stationed yourself an hour ago. The rowdy group would rotate between flirting with you and rooting through the cupboards and drawers, or roughhousing (which had broken three household items so far), or yelling.

The guy talking to you now smelled like Windex and had calluses on his hands that kept snagging on your tights.

“—and girls always say they like blue collar guys but really they’re just talking about Bruce Springsteen.”

“Mm-hm,” you mumbled a half-hearted agreement.

You’d exhausted your options, and were considering letting Windex take you home. Half of the other guys wouldn’t even talk to you, only shooting furtive glances your way.

“Have you seen how lanky that guy is? He’s never seen a day of work in his life.”

“Uh-huh.” You scanned the crowd, desperate for another chance, but only found two girls eyeing you from the punch bowl. Caught, they scampered out of the kitchen again giggling, their full cups sloshing red onto the linoleum.

“Hey,” Windex pulled your attention back to him. Your face felt warm, and you chided yourself. The girls never used to make fun of you for being liked.

“Hey,” he said again, taking your chin. You tamped down a cringe. “Wanna get out of here?”

This time when you swept the kitchen, hopeless, there was someone standing on the threshold.

There was a fuzzy familiarity about him—the nose, the big brown eyes.

Windex finally turned to see what was distracting you, and his grip on your leg tightened.

“Oh, Jesus. Here comes royalty.”

The other boys in the kitchen noticed him too, and started heckling him. The chaos of their insults made them indecipherable. You caught the stranger’s eye and smiled demurely, but he averted his gaze, and then lurched forward like someone pushed him. A small dirty blonde traipsed in behind him, speaking a mile a minute.

Windex blocked your view with his body, standing between your thighs.

“C’mon, let’s get outta here. I think the rats are moving in for scraps.” He pulled at your legs to slide you off the counter, but you anchored yourself with your hands.

“I think I’m gonna stay a little longer,” you told him, and because your subtlety is nonexistent, your eyes flicked over to the boy and his friend. Windex caught on quickly, glancing between you two and scoffing dryly.

“Right,” he said. “Have fun with that. Just don’t be surprised if his dick is softer than his hands.”

You straightened. “You can go now.”

He threw his hands up in surrender and backed away.

“You guys can give it up,” he shouted over the music and the jeering. “King Steve is here!”

The guys all groaned, dropping everything and abandoning ship.

One of them threw his cigarette into Steve’s brand new cup of liquor and it flamed. Steve jumped back, tossing the drink away from him. You gasped.

“What the hell?” Steve was giving the guy what for? but everyone else was staring at Windex. Steve’s drink was seeping into his flannel shirt, a blotch of brown over the forest-green. Thankfully the flame didn't last, so he was only soggy and unhappy.

“Real nice, bud,” Windex bit out. “My shirt is fucked.”

Steve’s friend spoke up.

“Tell your idiot friends not to make molotovs out of his damn drink, then, bud.”

“Rob, stop. Let’s just go, they were here first.”

“No, please, your highness. She’s all yours.” Windex shot a look your way, and then him and the rest of them went away.

With the guys gone, the typical kitchen crowd started reappearing. Steve and his friend seemed content to lean against the island and people watch.

You assumed she was his girlfriend after a while, but then a pretty redhead appeared and whisked her away, their fingers nervously interlocked.

Steve made his way over soon after.

“Hey.” There’s an art to charming guys, and you were always naturally talented at it. You’d dip your chin and look up through your lashes, and speak just a smidge too quiet so they’d have to lean in to hear you.

Steve, however, didn’t lean in. His mouth pulled into a strained smile.

“Hi.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, um, fine.” He glanced behind you. “Would you grab me a paper towel?”

Twisting around, you found the roll on its spool under the cabinet and frowned. The section tore off cleanly and you slid it across the counter to him.

“I remember you, now,” you said before he could escape. “From school. You’re the ladykiller.”

He blew a breath out and ran a hand through his hair. You remembered that, too.

“That’s not something I’m really proud of.” He winced. “I’m trying to leave it behind.”

A throaty giggle sprang out of you.

“I don’t know if spilling drinks on people is a step in the right direction.” You were joking, but he frowned.

“Yeah, I’m, uh. I’m sorry about that.”

“Are you?” You squinted.

“No,” he said with retroactive irritation. “He was being a prick. They all were. But I’m sorry for you.”

A scoff rolled out of you, slightly affronted.

“Gee, thanks.” You folded your arms and leaned back into the cabinet. “Is this how you charm all the girls? By feeling sorry for them?”

“I don’t do much charming,” he muttered. You raised a skeptical brow. “Anymore.”

Laughing, you lifted your butt to grab the pack of smokes you had stashed away in your back pocket.

“Clearly. I’m starting to think you’re actually here for the paper towel.” Kicking a leg out, you grazed his hip with your sneaker while you pulled a cigarette out.

Steve watched you light it, something churning behind his eyes.

“I don’t get it,” he mumbled, almost too quiet for you to catch. He was shaking his head.

“Hm?” Blowing your first drag out into the kitchen, you relaxed a little further in your perch.

“Just…in school, guys always talked about you like you were odd. Freaky.” He shrugged. “You just seem like a girl to me.”

Your brows pinched, conflicted. “Oh.”

Steve kept eyeing your smoke. When he realized he wasn’t being subtle enough, he turned to gaze out at the kitchen, arms crossed.

“Yknow, I always wondered what you thought of them.”

You looked out into the kitchen, but there was no identifiable person that he was talking about.

“Who?”

Ruffling the back of his hair a bit, he said, “The guys you’d talk to.”

You hummed. Ashed your cigarette onto his forgotten paper towel.

“You mean why I liked them?”

“No, just—” Steve paused. Intrigued, you scooted to the edge of the counter to listen closer.

“Just what you were thinking.” Steve kicked his sneaker into the floor. “You looked kinda far away most of the time.”

A smile crept over your face.

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” you muttered, swaying your feet. You tried to sum your thoughts up without being long-winded.

“I think…they’re bored.” Steve looked at you and you added, “And sad.” Smiling bitterly, you looked away. “Mostly sad.”

Steve's laugh was hollow as he rubbed his cheek with the flat of his hand.

“Yeah. Sounds about right.”

You shared a look, and then shared a silence as you finished your cigarette. When you were done, you stubbed it briskly and leaned forward onto your hands again.

“Hey, so.” You cleared your throat. “I think I’m gonna go. And if I leave on my own, at least one of those guys is gonna follow me. I know you’re not interested, but, um…”

Smiling at him—a real smile, not a simper or a manipulation—you asked, “Do me a favor and walk me out?” Steve looked unsure, so you added, “You can come right back. If you don’t want people to think…”

Nodding slowly, Steve came and helped you hop down. You tried to concern yourself as little as possible with his big hands, with how automatic his decision to help you was. You failed miserably, especially when he started guiding you out by the small of your back.

Windex was shirtless on the couch, talking at a new girl who wore a thousand-yard-stare that rivaled yours. He stilled when you passed, watching the both of you with contempt, but didn’t stop you.

Outside was chilly, being night and near-October in Hawkins. You rubbed your arms over the thin sleeves of your shirt and sucked in a shaky breath. It came out as steam.

“Thanks,” you said cheerily, giving Steve's forearm a small grateful squeeze. “I’ll see you ‘round.”

You probably wouldn’t.

The gravel driveway loomed before you, and you started your trek with a huff.

“What are you doing?”

You spun around to see Steve looking at you, perplexed.

“I’m walking home.”

Steve's face flickered with emotion before he shook his head insistently.

“Uh-uh. Let’s go.” Shoving his hand into a pocket, he produced his keys and started toward a BMW.

“What? Steve, no, it’s fine. I do it all the time.”

The passenger door was already open.

“Get in the car, crazy.”

Shifting where you stood, you found yourself tempted to do just that. You glanced at the house.

“People will think—“

“That’s fine.”

A beat passed between you, and then a cold gust of wind pushed you into the cushy leather seat, and Steve closed the door behind you.

When he slid into the driver's side you asked, “What about your friend?”

He smiled. “She left a while ago.”

“Oh.” Nodding, you relaxed. Steve put the car in reverse and turned the radio up, and you laughed outright.

Springsteen was on.

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thank you for reading! 🌝

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[terezis]

ok. ok. ok. eleventh hour #thots

spoilers obviously

really well and truly i have the zoomies. i feel so motivated to work on some fuckinnnnnnnnnng fanfiction right now

i'm high off that last scene with taakitz right now just bc it is most recent in my heart. can you believe it. CAN I MAKE YOU DINNER??? CAN YOU BELIEVE IT???

while i'm sad that a lot of my favorite bits from this arc got cut they kept the most important one (to me) in. well we need to talk don't we...... because you boys have added quite a bit to your death count, haven't you...............

AND THEY REALLY FUCKING HAVE DIED. A LOT. WAY MORE THAN IN CANON, HUH??? eleventh hour arc more like the fuckin... eleven hundredth hour arc...ba dum tiss

anyways yeah despite me saying that thing up there ^ about them cutting stuff (they changed SO MUCH??? WOW) i actually think the way it was edited from podcast into graphic novel form is really FUCKING good, like they just keep getting better at it with every fucking book

obviously the death montage was great, like great use of space, but i also LOVED how they spliced the lunar interlude into flashbacks between loops... 

and when they got the chalice??? with the memories and then meeting chalice!june??? that fucked so hard. that was really fuckin good

honestly overall i rly rly loved it. i mean /obviously/ but god it's so good huh. fuck. i do think some parts of the podcast hit harder (splicing ren's subplot into the banking thing was smart but i do prefer the magic lessons for diamonds bit... ren i was watching the whole time) but then some parts of the gn eleventh hour also really fucking own.

like the DEATHS, OBVIOUSLY, but that first one... the first loop... i rly felt it. the bank and the fire and the town collapsing!!! THEY WOULDA DIED IF IT WASN'T A TIME LOOP!!! it was for srs. i think it hits harder to see it visually?

also about taako. taako is so much nicer in the books its kinda funny. sincerely telling a victim of a fire that they were going to be okay... in podcast that would be the time for Taako Lies... asking magnus and merle if they're alright....

i think i prefer podcast taako bc i like him Mean With Brief Snatches of Good Underneath. LOL. in the gn he's so sincere. who is this boy. i get what they're goin for but wow

anyways brief notes before i go meme

rly liked the addition of cassidy's backstory, thought it was v sweet

LOVED the convo between merle and cretia

PHILLIPPE? WHOMST?

PHILIPPE???? LMAO

baby boys? BABY BOYS? BOYS AS BABIES? THE BOYS? KIDS?

TAAKO'S AUNT??????? IOETJFDG;LKSDJF AUNTIE???

taako so delightedly robbing the bank is so funny to me bc the thing that got me into taz was that one animatic where taako's like WE CAN'T ROB A BANK. PEOPLE DO BUSINESS HERE! so lmao

also missed TAAKO GETS THE GOLD!!! but i get why it was changed

oh yeah i ry liked magnus's interlude with carey...... took out all the awkward and just made it sweet. loved that

ISTUS???

JULIA???

BARRY??? BAORLD??? 

[broodygaming]

omfg, just venting. But last night we had just gotten back from the movies and saw Dune 2 (rly fun) and got back to a note on the door that someone STOLE MY TRUCK while we were gone. The police called us while we were in the movies and all our phones were off. My farm truck! Some kid, 16 years old, ran away from home and stole the first truck he could and took it on a crazy ride.

Tried to ram a bunch of people and cars, was chased by the police and crashed it in the bushes. Unclear how damaged the truck is now.

And arguably the worst is NOW we have to deal with the friendly old cops who are here to Protect and Serve and keep our property in their impound and say it will cost hundreds and hundreds of dollars to release it and tell us we should just give up and let them keep it and it's not worth it. So we get punished for being robbed in the first place. It's insured but not well. It's a cheap old truck, it's not worth anything money wise, but it's invaluable function wise. I NEED a truck. It's non negotiable. I need a truck.

Literally just happened last night, don't have many details beyond that. Don't know how I'm gonna go get fucking hay for my animals. But I'll figure it out. The kids okay, idk what his issue is. Wish he hadn't dragged me into it. Sounds like he had a death wish, which is really tragic. But UGH I need a truck lol. And it's like an old ass Ford Ranger, like it's not a fancy truck. I think it's a 94. Poor thing. It's a good truck, it didn't deserve this.

[frecklystars]

im sorry I just need to let this out for a second

This is normal after an attempt but I’m so fucking numb all the time. And what’s worse is I don’t have anyone in my family who cares if something happens to me. My dad treats a suicide attempt like it is no big deal or it’s rly an inconvenience, like he had to make a 10 minute drive to the hospital when he would rather be banging some new girl he meets with every other day

I feel weird because I don’t want to tell my friends what I did bc like. How do you bring that up. “Hi Keri how are you” “oh I’m hanging in there I tried to kill myself July 21st and I would have died if my dad didn’t find me and now I’m dealing with the weight of failure and I’m severely depressed and I can’t bring myself to self ship bc im so numb all the time. How are you!”

I really wish somebody could hug me and tell me things are gonna be ok. I wanted to invite some friends over but I can’t bc my dad! is! constantly fucking somebody! and like. I am just so numb and sad all the time. I had to pull over while driving earlier bc I was crying so hard and I couldn’t calm down. I want to at least rely on my f/os. My whole life I’ve relied on f/os when real people could not care about me. I always felt so safe and loved with my f/os. That shit was robbed from me and I am just sitting here without any outlet other than planning how I can hurt myself again when my dad goes out of town. I hate living like this I’m so fucking sick of living like this. I really wish I died. I am so tired all the time. It’s so hard I wish I could put into words how crippling it is to live with not only physical disabilities but also ptsd and cptsd and being paranoid that I can’t trust any of my friends. I miss my f/os. I really fuckign miss having them to lean on. When I made my attempts on my life in 2022 I still had Starscream. I got thru this pain because I could think of him. Now I am trying os hard to think of Ken but I keep thinkgin he’d just be so scared of me. He’d be scared of the blood. I hthink he’d be really sick of dealing with my ptsd every day. I don’t even feel love for him right now I just feel so numb like nothign can possibly get better for me I’ve been fighting so damn hard for almost two years now and I’ve been fighting depression since I was 7 years old and I’ve been doing it completely by myself bci don’t have a family that would care if anytiitn happened to me

[inannasdream]

just finished watching the off broadway musical adaptation of anastasia and im so sorry to any fans of it but i could not take this musical seriously omg

things i liked: the costuming was really cool, and the dresses were awesome to see. i watched it with a bootleg in 360p but they looked very high quality and well done from what i could tell. the sets were immersive! the cast and their singing were obvs good too. of the songs, once upon a december was the biggest standout.

lastly, i liked the change of main antagonist from evil sorcerer rasputin (???????) to the soviet officer gleb (in theory). honestly i haven't watched the 1997 movie since i was like, baby, so i have no attachment to that movie's main villain, and a plot that's more sensical for the specific locations and characters it's supposed to be based around are welcome imo.

things i disliked/didn't care for: everything else lmao. every five minutes i swear i was rolling my eyes (mostly for its royalty/bourgeois ass-kissing but lots of other smaller things too).

right off the bat smth i thought was rly funny was how in one (only one but still) of the songs they consistently pronounce paris the native way, but with anastasia they just use the english pronunciation the whole time. anastasia, dammit, not ann uh stay ja >:/

more seriously, i could not stand the pretentious sucking up to aristocracy and monarchy throughout literally every line in this musical omfg. no lily i can not give less of a fuck abt you missing being part of the monarchy in russia when you are lamenting this in your expensive ass dress surrounded by french aristocrats. the way they vaguely mention russian people disliking the tsarist rule and completely brush that off, with every other portrayal of the common people being abt how much they obsess over the romanovs and how poor they are (bc they were.... less poor during the monarchy????? ??? ????) was funny in a "wow these writers are NOT self aware" way. maria in particular is so much less sympathetic to me when she also has to spend her on-stage time waxing poetry about how lame the ussr is lol. fitting i guess tho considering broadway's monetary gatekeeping

other big thing is the amnesia just being a very obvious plot device, with her remembering events from her past seemingly at random. i guess i don't have a big criticism for this but it was another thing i really couldn't take as seriously as the musical probably wanted me to.

the ending is probably the only part where i have actually constructive criticism -- it felt like they were going back and forth on whether anya cared about being royalty or not. the ending speech about anastasia being a fairy tale would suggest that she's been able to move on from her whole quest and that anastasia (the royal princess who was purported to have died with her family) could rest for good while anya could marry dmitri... but that monologue is narrated over her marrying him in her aristocratic red dress, like a few minutes after she asserted herself as grand duchess anastasia romanov to him, sooo?????

i think they were going for a "anastasia is reclaiming the childhood she was robbed of her memories of by cOmMuNiSm and now she can live out her prestige in paris" theme but then why include that ending monologue other than to be an obvious "this story is fictional" disclaimer that no one needed in the first place? idk, i would've preferred if she just let that title and name rest with the music box left to maria, and married him as is or smth. probably would've gone better with her amnesia that's basically almost totally forgotten about after act 1, having a new identity as anya that she can actually realistically live out now that the tsar has been abolished in the ussr. but then i guess she'd have to go back to the ussr to complete that theme, which we can't have bc cOmMuNiSm or smth, so she just has to stay in paris.

i'd be more fine w the above stuff if the music was like, showstopping, but idk it was fine i guess. besides once upon a december, they all felt like very standard songs to have in a musical to move the plot forward. i know there are some songs they added in the broadway version, but mehhhh i don't rly care enough to check them out. im sure they're ok. anddd afternoon spent ✅

[yandere-monoma]

in bed waiting for these painkillers to hit lmfao so WHOO KYM 4 COMMENTARY

I WAS SO NERVOUS ABOUT RELEASING THIS CHAPTER LOL. this update was so goddamn scary lmfao it is very rare that i actually give a shit about my audience's reaction but i was SO WORRIED about possibly backlash from this chapter because it is such a TOPIC. and not only is it a TOPIC but it is a TOPIC that i've only written about... just the once? i'm pretty sure kym is the first time i ever wrote about miscarriage yeah. so more on that later but everything about approaching this chapter was scaring the shit out of me at the time it's rly funny to look back on hahahfjgsdfg

SO!!!! fun fact, the miscarriage plot was entirely created via me and a friend and collaborator of mine (yall know her as yanderetodoroki, who is actively helping me with KYE!!). we were brainstorming and the following exchange happened:

(i'm the black, yanderetodoroki is the blue! tw for miscarriage/abortion/reproductive issue discussion)

and so that was the outline i was going into the chapter with!!! and once again, i literally adore taking a brainstorm session and actualizing it into prose and i'm super proud of how it came out nyehehe

ANYWAY, to the actual chapter!

i have so many thoughts on this conversation because it was probably one of the first kym scenes i wrote (i actually wrote and finished so many of the pesterlogs super early in the process cuz i fucking LOVE writing pesterlogs lmfao)

it's also one of my favorites because of the way it really showcases how in love the both of them are. there's no preamble or preparation or prose to explain how both of them are feeling. i've mentioned it before but such an interesting aspect of the pesterlog function in homestuck is the way it really only shows what characters are feeling but rarely sits there and spells it out for you. and a fun part about taking that format and putting it in fic form is the way that you're also robbed the ability to see the setting in which these conversations take place. it's fun to write conversations without showing the way they're hunched over their keyboards, biting their lips and fretting as they look for the words.

(it's also a fun stylistic difference between KYM and KYD. one of those accidentally-on-purpose things that's completely influenced by the difference in narration. jake as a narrator is far more willing to show the in-between moments in conversation. he'll share his reactions to the things he's reading; he'll share his thoughts as he's gathering his words... SOMETIMES.... but rose won't let you see shit)

anyway this convo was so fun because it's a sudden soft and intimate moment that really showcases that puppy love between the two of them, with dave being clearly infatuated with her and incredibly open in showing it, while rose is actually shy because of the topic and the vulnerability it's taking to have it. she actually allows dave to take the lead for once, and actually reaches out and, most importantly, tries to believe him. because i think sometimes she just sees their relationship as a game

because that's definitely an aspect of their relationship that they both don't outright acknowledge but absolutely understand. especially when they got together, it was all to play a part. dave and rose playing boyfriend and girlfriend, going through the motions of teen love because that's what everyone their age is doing. and there's something stable in playing that role. it's normal. they both want to be normal so badly and they're so willing to use each other to do that.

but it's not a game!!! it's not just a superficial relationship born out of impulse and convenience. they actually care dearly for each other and rose reaches out specifically to ask dave just how serious he is about this, because something serious and scary is happening to her that she can't tell him or anybody about and she wants so badly to know that there's someone out there she can depend on. and dave provides her with all that and more!!!

and aughghfhgg i love the thought of rose suddenly getting hit with the realization that dave has been thinking about this for so long. it's easy to watch him claim to want to save her but to have an actual plan for it (and it's a clumsy idealistic plan, but a plan nonetheless!) shocks her. it makes it so real that she can't quite handle it. he offers her a home while simultaneously offering to throw that home away for her if she asked him to and it's... AHH!!

also dave being open with how much he loves her, actually saying it out loud (sheepishly and absolutely flustered and expecting it to be thrown cruelly back in her face) and rose retorting like she always does, brushing it off, downplaying it and trying to tease him until she can finally reduce the moment to a biteable size juuuUUUUUUST enough to fight through the strilonde-isms... JUUUUST enough that she can perhaps actually honestly admit that she wants this too

AUGH

i forgot about this line LMFAO LAUGHED

my rendition of yanderetodoroki's sentiment here:

and this moment was still so fun because i think rose rarely gets to be wistful and soft like this and it's so rare for her to be introspective, too. and i just love this plotine and i'm so glad we ended up coming up with it and i'm so glad i doubled down on creating it because i think this connection rose has with motherhood (which is such a HUGE THEME in the lalonde storylines) and how sburb somehow doesn't manage to pry it away from her despite the change in role, how it still defines her and how she still becomes a 'failure', how that perceived failure is almost doubled because of the fact that she doesn't have someone to 'reflect' her trauma back at her. roxy and rose are two sides of the same coin, but in the killverse, 'beta' rose miscarriages while 'alpha' rose moves on to psychologically batter her son jake, knowing full well how badly he'd be affected from it and not even really having the.... '''excuse'''??? of simply creating a narrative parallel between herself and the former guardian that raised(???) her.

(which DAMN that's a thought i've never sat and thought about before, that alpha rose specifically knows that it's jake she's preparing for. ... gurgles blood)

Hell, even trying to consider it makes you realize you’ve never expected to even live long enough to get the opportunity. 

ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i LOVE rose introspecting and considering her life circumstances for the first time in like a decade UGH

SOB SOB SOB

rose's attempt at redemption was so bittersweet to write but also so fun because i knew everyone would yell at me because of it and so fun because everyone Does yell at me about it HAHA

it was also especially fun to drop different details hinting on what could have actually caused the miscarriage themselves. like, this moment is truly not about what specific incident caused it. it's the fact that her environment itself was just so cruel and harsh that there was no way in hell there was ever a chance. and the fact that her actively working towards her own recovery was, in itself, a leading factor as to why she miscarriaged (as one lovely commenter even pointed out, which was AWESOME, i love when you guys notice shit like that +_+)

she doesn't really say it here, but another aspect of what feels good is finally being able to think in a way that's more independent of bro. sure, she falls into that usual habit of thinking about his opinion before her own, but then she forms her own thought, and actually realizes she prefers it.

and that's such a first for her. and ugh i'm so PROUD OF HER I LOVE YOU MY BABY...

and then, of course, that moment is ruined.

and tbh the way it's ruined specifically cracks me up because the very first critique i ever got on my writing by a professional editor was that i have a tendency to only write happy scenes when i'm preparing to immediately ruin them directly after. and it's funny cuz like. damn RIGHT i do cuz that's the BEST LMFAO

rose refusing to play along with bro's game for, again, what's probably the first time in a decade. attempting to keep the role up without committing to the worst parts of it. immediately getting cruelly beat down for fighting it, a reminder of why she's been so firmly cemented into this character in the first place.

the drowning scene formed out of the following thoughts:

i was horny and-

i have a drowning during sex fetish and-

sometimes while writing a porn tragedy fic i go 'oh no my readers must be so bored cuz there hasn't been PORN in a while' which is a silly thought but it is a thought i can't help but have so anwayy

i definitely wanted a BIG scene to 'blame' the miscarriage on. it's not the actual cause, especially because of all the details that came before it, but i wanted a final nail in the coffin. i wanted something that said 'this is literally what she deals with every day, this is her LIFE, but this is also an escalation and a punishment and exactly what happens when she steps out of line'. it took me a while to pick what that would be exactly, because it wasn't enough to just write a rape scene when that's already been happening over and over and over again. and, personally, i can write noncon again and again and again and again, but i wanted this to stand out compared to the scenes before it.

the sheer amount of times i have to reread the first few acts just to remember details about the strider household lmfao. on one of my skims i noticed that the strider sink had a garbage disposal (shown in the scene where dave completely wrecks a smuppet and also one of bro's webcams, which, on a recent reread, just gave me SO many thoughts on how dave is characterized and how i wanna try and start characterizing him more in the future, because quite honestly??? this boy is fuckin VIOLENT in canon lmfao) which made me go 👀!!!!!

You block a blow to the head and scramble back, wrenching open the refrigerator so that the door can obstruct his path. In a second, it’s cleaved in half, wrenched off its hinges, being thrown at you, jesus christ–

STRIFES ARE SO FUN TO WRITE WHEN YOU LEAN INTO HOW RIDICULOUS THEY ARE grrrrr hate when homestuck is fun

and just in general i have such a deep love for writing combat scenes i love working with fight choreography i love writing action and i get to do it so RARELY U G H

fetish moment there is something so satisfying about breaking glass on someone's head ok

also there's something to be said about striders training themselves to not react to pain, especially when this reaction is largely influenced by adrenaline and dissociation and bro pretty much being a flesh puppet who is only barely connected to his nervous system at best HJDKFG

TINY BABY ROSE MOMENT I LOVE TINY BABY ROSE i love intrusive memories popping up at the worst time i love that everything and every moment in life is always connected with each other i love the way trauma heightens the power that the past has on you and i love bro wuving his lil baby baby daughtersisterbrotherboyson

Now that you’re not strifing, his full strength is back, lazily settling into place as he fondles you to his leisure.

fun line because i think that's just a detail about bro i'll always be fixated on, like you are fully just beating up a child for literally no reason, you are literally SO so SO strong and powerful and you're taking it out on a kid for WHY??????

btw i wish i could say there was a deep reason why bro decided to do anal in this scene but honestly it just felt right and it was fun to write

line i need to MONETIZE ONE DAY cuz i love it

MMKAY ONE OF MY FAVE PARTS EVER

the miscarriage scene

there wasn't much planning for this tbh!! it came super naturally and was written up in a goddamn jiffy. for anyone who is familiar with my original work (or even just my more experimental fics), yall will recognize that i just LOVE a meta reversal moment. i love when characters, not just identities but the idea of being a CHARACTER is referenced in a piece and used to further manipulate and destroy someone. i love when watching one character become forced to play out the role of another in a way that is seamless within the narrative itself, never really called out or explained, but it just happens and the audience is left with the result of that change.

and it's super fun here, in a piece like this where the characters get to take turns playing at being a narrator, not even realizing that this is a gift that can not only be robbed from them, but also weaponized and used against them. rose is forcibly ejected from her own story, no longer given the ability to make 'choices' (but who was making the choices? has she truly ever been making them if someone else has been the person to dictate them?) the narrator (who is the narrator?) mocks her and the audience, too, because this is a story that's aware of itself. the story knows its an angst fic, the story knows the reader read (OR SHOULD HAVE READ) the tags, the story knows that not only were there ample warnings of what's coming, but it knows how foreshadowing works, it knows how pacing works, it knows that despite the fact that everyone would know that rose is going to miscarry, people will hope that it won't end up exactly the way they think it will

(which in turn makes the comments that chapter received that much cuter, because people did admit to doing that very thing and it gave me a pretentious lil hehe high-five moment LMFAO)

and i just love this image of rose suddenly becoming trapped within the commands of the story, trying to beg in the only way she can by attempting to order it but having no narrative control to do so. i love the thought of this as a nightmare sequence, because the miscarriage is something she'll wake up to, so as she's asleep, her consciousness is trapped and her body is doing this awful thing in rejecting her child while she can't do anything about it.

did you know i just fucking love poetic structuring like this and i try and sneak it everywhere HAHA

i can't remember if i ever talked about this here but i'll TALK ABOUT THIS AGAIN but my conclusion after a great deal of classpect meta (especially based on me and my friend's fansession that we will never sit and create but i love so so so much) was the following:

so if we approach sburb as a story generator, princes as the character who gets BEAT to hell and back for the plot™ of it and everything they will unleash on others because of it and light players as the main characters™ with a whole lot of influence and understanding over the narrative, then the prince of light's role in the story is to have a narrative focused on their suffering and the suffering they will promptly dole out to others. thinking about dirk breaking the hearts of others and breaking himself into pieces in the process, and the way KYM is the set-up for something similar, rose destroying the light in herself, rose erasing herself, rose setting herself up for failure and taking that legacy she's meant for, the entire purpose of her 'character', and destroying that too.

but not yet :D no first we gotta be mean and bully and break her until she gets to that point HAHA

and the blood! dear god, the blood!!!!!! that line was so fun to write!!!!!!! so satisfying!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the note on this update is so funny too HAHHJSDFG i'm unfortunately very strilonde-coded where i love pretending i don't feel emotions cuz i'm dumb and especially with my writing, for the most part, it's a very emotionless process. FORTUNATELY i've been doing this thing called therapy lately HAHAHFJGSDFG which is getting me more in touch with my feelings and blahblah which has done some INTERESTING things for my writing in that suddenly i get just so goddamn immersed to the point of it being AGONIZING and it is SO FUN. i was actually shocked how incredibly cathartic it was to write this chapter, like SUPER PAINFUL my chest hurt SO BAD this shit ACHED and i was NOT about to try and express all that in the a/n but that's how it FELT!!!!!! holy FUCK it was like something punched my soul it was great and i love love love writing so much and i love love love this piece so much and i miss kym so much DAMN

[castielcommunism]

p&p cas is soooo funny he’s so shocked that dean thought abt him romantically/sexually for years before asking him out….like. my guy did u rly think that dean woke up one day and like “i want to fuck cas” and then immediately acted on that desire? cas have u ever MET dean

I know people meme about dean doing the :0 face when cas tells him he loves him but honestly I feel like cas would be just as flabbergasted. like he’s lived for however many years with the idea that 1) dean is the most loving human being to ever exist and 2) cas himself is inherently undeserving of that love. so I think learning that dean may have been harbouring feelings for him for a long time but didn’t express them both knocks dean off of the Most Loving Guy Ever pedestal and also robs cas of his martyr complex about dean not loving him back. which makes him insane because he’s like what the fuck. this wasn’t supposed to go like this. I was meant to only love you from afar and fantasise about one day becoming worthy of your undying worship, initiating your own revelation that you should bestow your love unto me. and now you’re telling me you wanted to go out for coffee with me for years but just didn’t say anything? why are you doing this to me. why is reality not a perfect match to the palace I constructed in my mind

[thatbitchsimone]

Yeah but a man talked about a black out experience he had with cardi b he said she robbed him and also said when he woke up there were used condoms in the room but not more than that. However she is on video talking about dragging men and sending “tran*s” instead of “women” to men who ducked with her. And I doubt she did that but she did say that so maybe people put two and two together and came up with this accusation

that makes no sense tho bc the whole purpose of drugging them was to avoid having sex with them. johns would come to the stripclub and try to get her to go with them for sex (most likely with the implication of a prostitution type of deal) and shed go with them but then shed slip them something so that they would fall asleep/blackout or whatever in order to take their money without having to fuck them. basically just scamming johns out of their money. if she where going to have sex with them either way she wouldnt need to drug them she would just have to fuck them and get paid afterwards like a regular prostitution gig or she could have fucked them and wait for them to fall asleep or go take a shower and then raid their wallet. it was a scheme to get the money without having to go through with the sex part.

and the trans thing i dont rly understand like i dont get what it is ur saying she did with that so i cant comment on it but yeah scamming and robbing johns is not rape. not giving sex to someone even tho u promised to is not rape. the fact that men will even compare not getting sex/getting scammed out of getting sex that they were promised to straight up rape is very telling of mens mentality tho. as if a woman not letting u fuck her is mentally comparable to getting raped. like they rly think getting raped feels like just getting scammed like ”ah fuck he sure fooled me feels bad man now i feel stupid oh well”

[mueritos]

i always rly disliked the “born in the wrong body” thing for the same reason that i feel kinda alienated when ppl say “dont tell a trans person they used to be their agab, they were always the gender they are they just didnt know it yet” bc i genuinely feel like i used 2 be a girl. i used to like being a girl, and eventually that label and that identity and what it came with didnt fit me anymore. i wasnt born in the wrong body, i just grew out of my old one and took steps to change myself to be happy. so yeah i absolutely chose to be trans and i love it!!!! 🏳️‍⚧️

oh fuck yea dude i totally get it!!! I think it totally robs us of our agency to self-determine our identities, but also!! just adds onto cisnormative ideas of transness. Not all of us knew when we were kids, like not all of us "wore our mom's heels" or "wore our dad's shoes" and shit like that. But I relate heavily with what you wrote here! I was actually chatting with a trans buddy of mine about this very topic. I do feel I was a girl, and I genuinely enjoyed being a girl (obviously once puberty starts everything kicked in but before that? hell yea). I loved being a little girl with my pigtails and being with my other little girl friends and playing with little girl toys and just!!! being a little girl playing in the dirt and having my little girl moments! If I was born again would I ask to be born a cis man??? FUCK NO!!! I'll take being that little girl and having to go thru all the turmoil if it means I can be trans again!!! There was nothing wrong with being that girl, we just simply grow out of that person. The people we were before do not negate the people we are now! Trans experiences are diverse! that's whats so epic and sexy about us :)

[carbootsoul]

anyway no one asked but: yue joins the gaang instead of becoming the moon at the end of season 1 hcs!!

- instead of giving up her life to replace tui as the moon spirit, she gives up tui’s blessing to give them the final burst of strength to escape from zhao. basically yue gives up her blue eyes, pale hair, and waterbending. she never (?) waterbends on the show, and the loss of her bending isn’t too devestating to her.

- also sokka gets a friend who can’t bend either... he deserves it.

- when the gaang leaves after the battle is over, yue decides to come with them and it’s a HUGE thing with her father and begins her main character arc, which is about whether her responsibility to her tribe and the preservation of their culture is more important than her paving her own way and also how those two things can coexist!

- she leaves her betrothal necklace on her bedside table and the last shot of the episode is just of it, lying there. 

- this got rly long so there’s more under the cut

- her traveling clothes are a thing shawl and a tunic similar to sokka’s with pants. she keeps her usual haircut but it’s tied with leather instead of the fancy hair things she used as princess. also she uses a hunting knife as a weapon

- she and sokka continue their weird not-dating-but-kind-of-dating dance for a lot of episodes and it’s generally awkward and easy comic relief. also more shots of yue blushing because she’s just so cuteeee

- there’s a scene of them stargazing where yue tells sokka the story of a pair of lovers who died and then remained best friends in all their future lives (because avatar friendships enduring through lifetimes and also friendship being just as important as romantic relationships)

- yue becomes friends with EVERYONE they meet IMMEDIATELY and everyone falls in love with her because she’s sweet and pretty and has a nice laugh.

- there’s a filler episode that’s just sokka and yue going shopping together and trying on lots of jewlery but the running gag is that yue keeps getting distracted with talking to other people and definitely flirting with every girl she runs into and sokka is always distracted with a pair of earrings or a set of rings and doesn’t notice. finally some random guy is like ‘man your girlfriend has been flirting with my sister this whole time... are you aware.” and sokka is immeditaly like ShE’s NoT mY GiRLfRiEnD and then like wait what

- so maybe yue is a lesbian. sokka is very distressed that he’s been trying to court someone who’s not interested so he talks with katara while she’s sewing or something and he’s like is yue gay?? and katara is like oh i don’t know. lots of people we know are queer. sokka: WHO??? katara: well, zuko. suki. sokka: ZUKO??? SUKI??? and this is when katara realizes her brother’s gaydar is nonexistent. 

- yue tries being a vegetarian (to be nice to aang) but thinks nuts are gross so she and sokka go on hunting trips together. she’s Very Good at archery.

- also the episode where they watch toph wrestle?? she and sokka are SO on her side. it made me angry in the show that sokka wasn’t on her side but yue would convince him very quickly and they are very loud together.

- she also stays to talk to toph on the estate because she doesn’t look as suspect as the rest of the gaang so the guards don’t kick her out immediately (read: she’s good at conforming to elitist ideas of how people r meant to act and passes the rich kid test). she and toph sit in the garden and watch the moon (because the moon symbolizes yue’s perceived failure to sacrifice herself to save her tribe) and talk about how sometimes to live as yourself you have to skirt your responsibilities to your family. yue leaves a few hours later firmly friends with toph.

- she continues to be the one firmly on toph’s side in the toph/katara disputes that are in the first few episodes with toph. katara can’t hold it against her though because literally who could hold a grudge against yue she’s so incredible

- (ok we’re skipping a lot of time here bc i frankly do not remember everything that happened in book 2) her ba sing se tale is her uhhh going to the market to buy herself an iced tea because she’s gay and just having a good time being a no one. a girl she runs into at the cafe asks her to go on a walk around the city with her and it’s very sweet but yue does Not know this is a date so when the girl gives her a kiss she gets blushy and says something dumb

- also at the end of another episode we have a short scene of yue on the roof of their house in the upper ring, staring at the moon and touching the place on her neck where her betrothal necklace isn’t. then the camera switches to zuko, on the other side of the city, looking at the same moon and absently running his fingers through his hair where his topknot used to be

- yue and jet hate each other but yue still advocates for him because she sees how he’s been hurt and thinks that he deserves a second chance. i don’t know the funeral traditions for any of the nations but she does a quick northern water tribe blessing over his body before they run away.

- yue and mai are like.. yes we r gay..... yes we do flirt with each other while fighting sometimes.... yes we r the two knife fighters.. yes we are ALSO narrative foils

- yue looks SO GOOD in fire nation clothes but she keeps her usual hairdo because she deserves it. the fire nation propaganda makes her very angry, as does the institutionalized homophobia. she starts arguing with some guy over it and katara is ready to back her up and start fucking screaming and get arrested and sokka is like.. now. now is when i should talk to her. 

- he drags her away and she’s like fuck dude i can fight my own battles and he’s like no i just.. what you were talking about.... i have something i need to tell you..... and she’s like you’re bi!! good for you, sokka, thank you for telling me. and he’s like :bi shock: no?? you’re a lesbian. anyway yes she is a lesbian they are wlw mlm solidarity. 

- there’s a filler episode where toph and yue rob a bunch of fire nation soldiers and when they get caught (after a While of these robberies) they get out of it by playing the ‘dumb rich kids’ card and run away with jewelry like.. dripping off their hands. katara makes them sell all of it except a choker necklace yue keeps that looks like a betrothal necklace but instead has an etching of a bird flying away.

- skipping again bc this is getting rly long. when zuko joins the gaang he and yue have a tentative conversation about their relationships to their nations and he’s like.. idk sounds like you needed to leave? that wasn’t an environment that you can thrive in. and she’s like but i can change it! i need to be there to change it, and i left. and he’s like well no. some things are just toxic. i went back to my nation and it was terrible. and she’s like i have a responsibility to my PEOPLE and gets mad at him and she and katara r like angry at zuko team. 

- yue’s life changing field trip with zuko is just them leaving on appa to go to a market and be normal teenagers. they both viewed each other as Fire Prince and Water Tribe Princess, but this lets them open up and realize concretely that that’s not all that they are. 

- zuko apologizes for implying that the nwt was irreparable and explains that the fire palace wasn’t something he could fix and that trying just hurt him more. yue says that part of the reason she was angry with him was because he was right and that she felt so much more herself when she was away from her home. they finally reach the conclusion together that they have to become themselves before they can hope to change their cultures for the better.

- yue comes along to boiling rock but is v much background to zukka bromance. she hangs out with suki some (lots more yue blushing oc bc suki is BUFF) and does some dumb gay fighting with mai but they’re both bad at it because yue is busy mooning over suki and mai is busy protecting ty lee.

- ember island players still say she turned into the moon >:(

[diver-up]

Please go off about endgame if you want to I’m still SO MAD about it but I feel like most people are over it. I just wanna hear more people point out how bad it was

hmmmm this is just based on what i remember cuz i literally saw it once when it came out & never watched it again. but id love the opportunity to roast it so after some thought heres what i didnt like:

-giving tony stark a kid just to kill him off for shock value

-the entire resolution to cap’s storyline... robbing peggy of the life she built w/out him so he could get the girl in the end 😍even tho his entire arc is like. abt being a man out of time and having to grapple w/ that and move on w/ his life. like ur telling me after the relationships he formed w/ natasha and sam and ntm everything he did to find bucky and bring him back he’s just gonna fuck off and live a separate life w/out them?? no

-like i get they wanted to like write steve out of the films & make sam the new cap but like i said in my other post. steve shouldve just died instead of tony and passed on the shield then and there it’s more meaningful than w/e those 2 plot points above are

-killing off natasha instead of clint. this one ties in w/ a lot of other things i dont particularly like ab how they treated clint/nat in the mcu to begin w/ (like nat hating herself bc she cant have kids, giving clint a random wife n kids for no reason, the implication that nat’s life is intrinsically worth less BC clint has a wife n kids... w/e just clint’s family and steve’s resolution just rly pushes a weird het family values whatever thing). im not getting into this ever tho bc im not invested anymore and also i dont have the energy for it. also mcu clint was never gonna have what comics clint had anyway

-thor’s fat isn’t that a funny joke :) 

-blink and youll miss it “gay representation” feat. one nameless random character saying husband Once in a sentence. i want more characters to casually drop that they’re gay and move on w/out companies acting like it’s the pinnacle of representation or w/e. it’s bare minimum at best but u STILL have writers and directors like, talking ab how meaningful it was to put it in the script. but they rly hyped up the fact that EG would have gay rep and im still annoyed abt it. try harder

-the girl power moment in the final fight.. when i think abt it i just envision the writers sitting together and patting themselves on the back for how Empowering and #feminist it was 

-all the shit they did to avoid spoilers lmao. when ur more invested in plot twists & shocking ur audience and w/e instead of like, good writing - esp to the point where even ur ACTORS are in the dark - it shows. 

EG was hyped up to be like this epic and thrilling and badass conclusion to the mcu movies before it but i remember for like the first half of the movie i kept checking my phone to see what time it was like every 10 min 😪and all i remember abt it is what i didnt like bc it really WAS 3 hours of nothing which gave me plenty of time to mull over everything i hated. i rly liked marvel comics as a kid but i literally saw this movie once n never thought abt marvel again

[oceanselevenism]

I've seen that most of the stories on ao3 about them are mostly canon-compliant (and I don't have anything against that tbh) but I was wondering if you have any aus that you think could fit them or that you'd like to see?

omg i have SO MANY aus!! (it got Very Long so its under a cut)

- college au! danny gets kicked out (hes on full scholarship and does Thiefly Things to cover his expenses so hes not endangered just fairly fucked up abt it) (does it count as kicked out if u only live w ur dad three months a year) in freshman year, he befriends rusty (1 year below him) in sophomore year, debbie also befriends rusty (she and danny dont talk much but shes 2 yrs below him at the same college), and when reuben comes calling for a job he thinks debbie has a boyfriend (thanks to debbie telling her dad that she does) so she fake dates rusty. who ends up joining the job. and danny is Very Jealous

- snl ripoff au! danny and rusty are the weekend-update-adjacent anchors and they get gay. i Would have this take place in la (reuben is taking A Risk producing a late night sketch comedy show on the west coast but the 11/12/however fuckin many are fantastic cast members so even though they lose revenue from the other timezones not watching as much as they watch snl or whatever, they still make BANK... but danny and rusty getting gay throws the equilibrium out of whack) BUT la sucks DICK so its happening in new york. also this way u get Ocean Sibling Banter (debbie and lou are the anchors for The Actual Weekend Update and when debbie/lou get together and also when danny/rusty get together there are so many ‘just switch out the blondes/brunettes nobody will be able to tell and we won’t have hr down our necks’ jokes)

- au where the caldwells, abt to go deep undercover on a Huge Fucking Case, have to give up custody of 6 year old linus to tess and danny. the case stretches on for twelve years and linus grows up w tess and danny (who get divorced like right after they adopt him bc tess finds out abt dannys Thiefly Activities-- he confesses to her bc he doesnt rly want to predispose the kid to said thiefly activities) and also isabel (she and rusty break up like Right Before tess and dannys wedding and its very funny; she then goes on to marry tess) parenting him (rusty isnt as much in the picture bc he doesnt feel bad at all abt stealing and tess doesnt want linus to pick up that mentality also rusty Feels Things abt danny)! then when linus is like 18 or 19 danny disappears (tess and isabel think its Thiefly Activities again and arent concerned, just disappointed, but linus is very concerned for his dad-slash-stepdad-slash-sort-of-uncle) and he tracks down rusty so they can find danny. they roadtrip across america and eventually catch up to danny, who is helping the caldwells, and the five of them take down whatever gang the caldwells were chasing. linus now has 6 parents

- au based on this post where some archaeologist finds a bunch of dannys [french person voice] Love Lettairs 2 rusty and so obviously the logical course of action is to rob the museum (which happens to be the museum that tess is curating. funny how things work out) without telling his team What Theyre Stealing. they successfully pull off the heist but turns out the letters were not among the items they stole!! danny is getting desperate. as a last-ditch attempt he calls tess and asks her to let them rob the museum. shes like Why The Fuck Would I Do That. he explains and she begrudgingly agrees. danny and livingston go break into the museum Again but rusty tails them bc dannys been acting Weird and he finds out abt the letters bc livingston sweats more whenever he tells a lie. they live happily ever after (literally, theyre immortal) the end. also even though dannys a werewolf the 11 all call him the new jersey devil (its not his fault that legend came to be ok!! he was very drunk!!)

- childhood friends au!! danny and rusty were best buds as very young kids and then the oceans had to move. flash forward 2 present day where danny and debbie r robbing a museum (theyre building a flower shop over the vault and tunneling in, the dudes in brazil who came up w it are very very clever) and guess which two people are the assistant curators (is that even a title?). guess. ill tell u its tess and rusty! danny recognizes rusty, rusty ‘does not recognize’ danny (which is valid. look at photos of child george clooney and tell me you would recognize him). the 11 demand that they use this to their advantage and so danny and rusty Sort Of Date while the rest set up for the robbery, and danny feels really bad abt it so on the day of (after everyone has gotten away, ofc, he might be a lovesick bitch but hes not a snitch) he confesses and rustys like lmao i was onto u from the start. what kind of a name is [insert alias here] anyway. then they go live a life of crime and its great

- @sanduschism came up w a fantastic au where danny pickpockets rusty and feels bad so he sends the wallet back and they strike up a Correspondence

- HOSPITAL AU!!! danny and rusty r er techs while theyre doing med school and nobody knows how they juggle their shifts w school but also rusty can do a tracheotomy in like 5 seconds and danny can tell when a person needs an mri before they even list their symptoms so nobody questions it and nobody splits them up Ever. when they eventually become surgeons, danny does cardio and rusty does neuro, and whenever they have to work together not only do they never have to say what theyre doing, they don't even have What Do U Want To Cook For Dinner convos fully out loud. tess is head nurse... she makes so many excel spreadsheets... they are ALL color coded. isabel is head er doc and nobody dares to halfass things on her watch. reuben is head hospital admin, saul is chief surgeon, basher is head of the burn unit, the malloys r the HUNKIEST nurses in town, frank does plastic surgery/ent (every patient loves him bc he is just So Calm), livingston is The IT Guy, yen does like orthopedics or physical therapy, and linus is their fav resident who they all lovingly tease 24/7. the ocean sibs r both Cardio Gods and each dominate their respective coasts. debbie is an nyc doctor and if she sees a mass gen doctor its on SIGHT. the few surgeries that she and danny collab on go so fast that the med students in the gallery Cannot tell whats happening. lou is also a plastic surgeon and she and frank r best buds. linus requests time off like 6 months in advance Every Time and everyone hates it bc then They have to be on call but he doesnt realize his Extreme Overachieverness is causing so much strife. whenever tess and danny get in an argument she colorcodes his rounds spreadsheet to be the most neon shit youve ever seen. can you tell i never fully progressed past my greys anatomy phase this one is like 93489302 lines long

- superpower au where rusty has midas touch and danny has corrosive touch and when theyre too young to have control over their powers (abilities develop throughout adolescence and the user gains control at the end of adolescence) they accidentally brush hands and are terrified they just killed each other but turns out their powers like. cancel out. so until they reach like 21 or 22 and can touch things without fucking them UP they just. hold hands all the time. bc otherwise they have to wear gloves to prevent Accidents and both of them “hate gloves” (and also love holding hands. gayasses)

- uhhh hallmark au where danny is a crime fiction writer out on some beach north of ocean city nj and rusty is his fancy nyc editor. everyone else is a thief including debbie who is just Very weirded out that her brother, who robbed boston’s institute of contemporary art at age 22 and got away with it, has decided to spend the rest of his life churning out books. he is very critically acclaimed and about half of the 11 are buds with him and use his published books as heist inspo. the other ~half of the 11 are buds with rusty, and they tell him if danny’s heists are feasible or not (they always are. scarily so.) anyway rusty and isabel break up 12 days before xmas and danny and tess break up 8 days before hanukkah so dannys heading to debbie’s place in upstate new york to mope for the holidays when A BLIZZARD HITS and he gets stranded in midtown. and he and rusty are buds but like. Email Buds. they dont hang out irl and therefore they dont let their Totally Bud-Like Feelings mess up their professional relationship. but danny is stranded and its hanukkah and he ends up crashing at rustys place for the duration of the blizzard. and then rusty ends up coming to debbies place for the rest of the holidays. and then they kiss on new years eve and debbie kicks them out bc theyre being gross

- And More! thanks for the ask, anon! sorry it got so long lol i just have Many Thoughts

[reddrobins]

robins spirit [d.wayne]

Older! Damian Wayne x Super! Reader

Request: I love your recent damian fanfic! 🥺 could you pls do another one with “I’d hurt anyone who ever left a scar on you.” with a reader who’s a vigilante that often spars/fights with him. They show up at the wayne manor with a bruise on their face after fighting with Robin over a stupid argument and Damian’s concerned. But then they figure out what happened and he feels rly bad. Thank you :) + *knocks on your door* so I just thought of something... What if a Kent/Super! Reader x Damian? Oki bye *closes door*

Authors note:  This is so terrible I’m so sorry, I was really stressed today and I apologize for the shit writing

Summary: A new vigilante emerges in Gotham, one that's super. Batman and Robin find out and Bruce sends his son to confront this new suspected metahuman. After a rough night, Damian leaves ‘Spirit’ badly wounded, so when (Y/N) Kent comes over the next day with the same scratches, Damian gets suspicious.

You were tired of living under your father and brothers' spotlights. Hell, you were even under your mother's spotlight in civilian life. So,  at the ripe age of seventeen, you decided to take matters into your own hand and became the vigilante known as Spirit.

The first few nights on the streets of Metropolis went horribly. Not only did you run into your father, who at the time didn’t know it was you, a multitude of times, but everyone seemed to think the ‘S’ on your uniform stood for supergirl. 

You were enraged, could you just, for one night, not be a Kent or a Super? You needed a change of scenery, so you did your research.

As you searched away on your laptop, looking up distances between cities, you came to realise that the only far enough place for you to make a name for yourself was in Gotham.

So here you were, perched atop the Gotham National Bank building, on the prowl for any villain that deemed tonight a good night for trouble. 

“Come here often?” You spoke out as you felt a certain presence behind you. You had to admit sometimes super hearing comes in handy. 

The figure, that seemed to be walking towards you, stopped its movements. 

“Listen pal, I know you’re there, why don't you make this easier for you and just turn yourself in.”

“Tt.” The figure gave.

You stood up from your crouching position and began to walk towards whoever this mystery person was. “If you want to do it the hard way…” 

You swung your arm at the masked figure only for it to be caught. Damn, you thought. This isn't just any robber. The person caught a supers punch. I mean hey you were only half Kryptonian, but still.

“Impressive.” You quip as you go in for another hit. This time the assailant moves forward and you catch a glimpse of them in the light, “Robin?” You pause, what the hell was Damian doing here?, leading Robin's hit to go unblocked.

It hits your cheek and you scrunched up your face, fuck, he has a good punch. Once again, only half-super, so the sting was still there.

Robin grunts, going back on the attack when you put your hands up in a surrender, “Hey! D-Robin, we’re on the same team, calm it down!”

The masked teen doesn't listen and dives for another hit, “How do I know you are not lying.” He asks, landing another punch to your side.

You groan, not in pain but frustration, why did Damian have to be this stubborn, “I’m a vigilante, just like you. I’m trying to help out the town.”

Robin rolls his eyes, though you can’t see it from behind the domino mask. “Prove it.”

You blankly stare at him, “How?”

He finally resists from landing another hit on you, “Why are you at the bank, unless you plan to rob it?”

It's now your turn to roll your eyes, “I could ask the same of you short stack.” You hated to admit it, but Damian was in fact taller. 

If there’s one thing you got from your mother, it's your attitude.

This seems to catch the young hero off guard as he sputters, looking for an answer. “I’ll have you know I am the same height as you, If not taller.” Then he grits, pointing his now unsheathed weapon at you, “Answer the question.”

You gently tap the katana away with your fingertips. “Fine. I’m not from Gotham, but I know about your high crime rate and I just wanted to help out, okay?” You lie. Metropolis’ crime rates weren’t peachy either but at least in Gotham you had a name for yourself. 

“Batman and I have it covered.” He said lowly.

“Listen if you don't want me here, I’ll back off, but I just wanted to help those in need.” 

Robin squinted at you, unable to figure out your m.o., were you really who you claimed to be?

“Gotham isn’t looking for more amateur heros, so go back to wherever you came from.” With that, he grappled off of the roof and off into the night. 

“Father. We have an issue.”

Bruce didn’t bother to look away from the batcomputer, this wasn’t the first time Damian had barged in with that sentiment. “What is it Damian?”

The teen took his cape off, as well as his kevlar chest plate, “There’s a new vigilante. I’m not sure what she calls herself but she has immense strength, I believe she may be a super or maybe a metahuman as her punch was difficult to block.”

The older man nodded at his son, of course he already knew this, Bruce was aware of every person that came into Gotham, even those unannounced. 

“I’m aware. She calls herself ‘Spirit’. I’ve deduced she’s no older than you, Damian. I’d like you to get to know her. Or at least what she stands for.” 

“Should I take her down?” Damian asked. 

Bruce spun the chair around, a stoic look on this face, “No. just purely find out who she really is. No violence.”

The next day soon became night and here you were, back in Gotham. Damian really thinks he can just ban me from a city? You thought to yourself, hah, good luck with that bird brain. 

You looked around your area, scoping out to see if the coast was clear. After a thorough check, you did a super jump and landed atop a building. 

“Nice jump there, Spirit. I thought I told you not to come back.”

You spun around, Robin? Was Damian seriously following you now?

“Going to have to try a lot harder if you want me to stop fighting the good fight.” You crossed your arms, “Listen, I don’t know your problem with me. I’m just trying to help out, just like you. Just like Batman.”

Damian clenched his fists and stomped toward you, “you are nothing like me, I’m welcomed in this city. You are not.”

You frowned. Oh if only Damian knew who he was actually speaking to - “Seriously, why do you hate me? Afraid I’ll steal your thunder or something?” You pushed his chest trying to get him to back up. 

Apparently, you also forgot you were half-kryptonian as when you pushed him, he stumbled back, hard. 

“Tt, watch it you freak. I don’t want to fight you, but I will if I have to.”

Your heart hurt at the name but you brushed it off, Damian didn’t know who you were. 

You rolled your eyes once more and sat down into the ledge - just like the night of the bank. “I’m sure you would. Listen Robin, I’m just trying to help those in need. Can you really hate a girl for trying?”

The teen vigilante paused,  she did seem sincere, he thought, maybe he could trust her. 

“Fine. But if I find out you’re only in my town to cause trouble, I will end you.” He glared at her and she smirked back. 

“I'd like to see you try. But fair enough. Consider this a partnership.”

Sticking out your hand, you eyed him to shake it. 

Damian refused and simply took out his grappling gun, once again disappearing into the night. 

You poked your cheek in the mirror. It was times like these you wish you had all of your dads powers as this bruise was very ugly to look at. 

He fights very well. You thought as you pinched the sore skin. Even though it had been a day since the incident, the bruise forming was still as purple as ever. You didn't know how you were going to make it through today. Tim and Conner had a planned hangout and after your mom said you needed a little more ‘Conner time’, you had to tag along. What would Damian think of the bruise?

“(Y/N)! It’s time to go, we’re going to be late!” Your brother yelled from the living room. 

“I’m coming, Conner, just hold on!” 

You tried to put some concealer on the bruise but it just wouldn’t mask the ugly discolored skin. 

“(Y/N)!” Conner yelled again. 

“Alright, alright, hold your fucking horses.” You whispered to yourself. 

Bursting into the living room, you kept your head down so as to not alert any of the Kent household of your new shiner. 

“Holy shit! (Y/N) what happened to your face!?” Exclaimed Jon as he flew past you. 

You looked up, annoyed at your twin brother's antics. 

“Jonathan Kent, No flying in the house.” Your mother yelled from the kitchen. She then turned to you, “(Y/N), where in the world did that come from?” Reaching out to brush your cheek, you swiftly pulled away, avoiding her eyes at all costs. If there was one thing you didn’t need your family to find out about, it was your late night trips to Gotham City.

“Nothing mom. I just fell in my room is all. Promise, it’s not a big deal.” Looking up to your older brother you signaled to the door, “Time to leave?”

He gave you a toothy grin and nodded, “Yeah c’mon. Tim’s waiting for me.”

-

Conner ran up the steps to the Manor and pounded on the door, far too excited to see his best friend. Meanwhile, you slowly made your way up, really not wanting to have to hang out with the two. 

You still didn’t get why you had to come. She claimed that you and Jon hung out too much and that you needed to get closer to Conner. You rolled your eyes at the memory, you were 17 not 7. Plus, now you had to face Damian.

The two large doors swung open revealing an ecstatic Tim Drake, “Conner! My man! So glad you could come.” He then leaned in, “Did you have to bring your little sister though?” 

Thanks to super hearing, you knew exactly what Tim had said and you grumbled in response. Of course Conner didn’t tell him I was coming. 

Conner laughed and gave Tim a hug, “Don’t worry dude. Just make her hang out with Damian or something.” He whispered.

You blushed at those words, mentally cursing Conner. That fucker knew you had a crush on the youngest Wayne. Why would he do this to you? Especially when you looked like this.

“Alright alright, come on in guys. Bedrooms upstairs to the right but you already knew that.” Tim winked. You followed Conner when he stopped you, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“Um not you though. Sorry (N/N) today’s bros only day. I’m sure you can stay down here and find a book to read.” He smirked at you knowing full well what Tim would say next. 

“Actually,” Tim said, “Damians in the library painting if you’d like to join him. I’m sure the devil child wouldn’t mind a buddy.”

You glared at the two of them but then sighed, walking towards the large house library. 

Knocking on the door, you called out to see if anyone was in there. 

Unluckily enough, Damian came to open it. You kept your head down as to avoid attention from your killer battle wound. You did not want Damian to find out about your nightly activities, he would never stop nagging you then.

“Kent.” He greeted, “To what do I owe the pleasure.” Damian said mockingly. 

You rolled your eyes and pushed past him, finding a seat on the sofa. 

“My lovely brother decided to ditch me for yours so here I am.” 

Damian chuckled, walking back to his paints. “How poetic.” He remarked. Then asked, “How’s Jon?”

You shrugged still looking at the floor, “He’s good. You know just being the same goofy asshole he’s been since he was 10.”  The young Wayne teen laughed at that in agreement. 

“And you? How have you been Damian?” You asked. 

“Annoyed. There’s a new vigilante in town. Claims to be the ‘Spirit’. She’s been challenging me while on patrol.  I’ve been having small spats with her here and there, but they’re driving me insane. She's almost as bad as Todd.”

You couldn’t help but look up, smirking, after all, it's not everyday you got the oneup of Damian.“Awe does little ol’ Damian have a crush?” You teased. Hope glimmered in your eyes. 

Damian was about to roll his eyes when he caught sight of your face. His focus latched on to the large black and blue mark on your cheek. His heart stopped, he knew where that came from. 

Because he was the one that did it. Then the dots clicked. 

“You! You’re Spirit? What the hell Kent? Do you know how dangerous Gotham is?”

Damian marches over to you in annoyance, “Do you know how difficult you have made my life? Not only do I think about you daily as (Y/N) Kent, but now nightly as Spirit!?” He blurted out. 

You froze. Damian thought about you? Does that mean…

“Damian, does that mean you like me?”

His cheeks flared a pretty red color as he looked at his shoes, “If I were to say yes, would you be in agreeance or make a fool of me?” 

You chuckled as you stood up from the couch and placed your hand in his. “Damian I’ve liked you for such a long time it’s unbelievable, I just can’t believe you like me-“ 

He interrupted you, “Beloved, you are the sun in my life, and I pray that I can make you mine.” 

You blushed furiously, “Of course.”

Smiling, Damian leaned in and captured your lips. He kissed you desperately, like he’d been needing this for years. 

He went to further the kiss and put his hand on your cheek, causing a hiss of pain to erupt out of you. 

You pulled back, holding your bruised cheek. You laugh, “You pack quite the punch.”

Damian scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed. “I truly apologize beloved, if I had known it was you, I would’ve gone lighter, I’d hurt anyone who ever left a scar on you or a bruise for that matter.”

You rolled your eyes, though flattered by Damians words, you could handle yourself. I mean you were half-kryptonian after all. 

“I appreciate the sentiment Dami, but I can handle myself. Really, you saw how good I fought firsthand.” You squeezed his hand lightly. 

“I know. I would never question your strength. I love that about you.”

You pecked his lips “Good. Just remember who kicked your ass last night.”

Damian wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, “I don’t think I could ever forget that. It was quite humbling.”

You scrunched your nose at his sarcastic tone, “You’re a jerk.”

He smirked and then leaned close, forehead pressed into yours. “But I’m your jerk. And that’s all that matters right now.”

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i saw that you're in NYC, so if you're in the mood for a dumb headcanon ask: Fruits Basket characters as NYC tourists? like, who stops in the middle of the street to take a picture? who chit-chats with strangers on the train? who is convinced they will be robbed at any moment?? etc. p.s. you are super rad and i love your blog!!

HA;DOJIAK;;HSDIOA; this is a fucking hilarious question and thank u!! <3 

yuki - i used to work as a hostess in a touristy restaurant in times square so we got a LOT of tourists. one time this 20-something japanese guy came in and without even saying anything handed me his phone which already had up on google translate “can i have a table for 2 please?” and that man....was yuki sohma. very considerate, terrified of all the ppl on the street and walks properly on the sidewalk

tohru - one of those tourists who gets hopelessly lost on the subway and bursts into tears at a subway station. doesnt speak great english and relies heavily on google translate to ask young women for help. i’ve been on the receiving end of this and these ppl seem STRESSED

kyo - gets lost with tohru. refuses to ask anyone for help. complains about the crowds the whole time yet was the one who insisted on visiting times square. read crime stats before they came and stressed himself out, super paranoid about getting mugged. every time the hostess (meanly) tells him the wait for a table is 45 minutes his soul dies

haru - blends in very well, would definitely hit up places like st marks or bushwick to party or get a badly done piercing. also very adventurous with his food and makes the grave mistake of getting street meat and is sick all night

momiji - The Shopper Tourist. goes to fifth ave and hits up every store. brave enough to venture out to brooklyn to go thrifting there. definitely a subway talker but i think new yorkers would be charmed by it (depending on who he talked to)

shigure - one of those tourists who spends the whole trip at museums and keeps all the stickers/his buspass around his neck the whole time. DEFINITELY stops in the middle of the sidewalk to take photos

akito - akito would hate nyc. its loud and crowded and dirty and you have to WALK EVERYWHERE. not mindful of their surroundings at all, stops multiple people from getting on the train cuz they just got on the train and didnt move in and blocked the doors

hatori - this man has an itinerary. doesn’t talk to anyone if he can help it. one of those tourists who watches rats play on the subway tracks in abject horror. probably wears a face mask the entire time

ayame - lol another subway talker, goes to gay bars and everyone loves him

kakeru - obnoxious. stops at the top of staircases to check for directions and gets pissy when he gets shoved. doesn’t understand that getting shoved in nyc is polite for “get the fuck outta my way or i’ll punch you in the face.” stops in the middle of the sidewalk to take photos. absolutely must visit the most touristy places. yuki has to stop him from jumping into the river on the ferry ride over to liberty island

kimi - same exact kind of menace as kakeru. also one of those people who darts into trains and holds the door open for her friend who was taking a photo of the train. hypnotized by buskers, terrified of people who come through the train asking for money

machi - i’m not sure machi would rly like the chaos or rly hate it. definitely not a fan of all the people screaming at you on the street, probably one of those tourists who looks very nervous

uotani - A Pointer. points at everything. spends the whole trip pointing. buys a million souvenirs without looking at the price and has a mental breakdown when she looks at her credit card bill once she gets home   

hana - A Starer. a lot of tourists from all over the place openly stare at people on the subway but when i was in japan i learned that staring at people like that isnt actually considered rude there so. BIG STARER