#I’m overthinking this

[webshootersandwingdings]

Avengers Academy Infinity Comic #4

[twinkleomorashi]

we just read through the Wikipedia list of fetishes as a joke and were commenting on the more obscure “weird ones” goofing off and when we got to omorashi neither of us said a word and just quickly moved on chat help what does that mean

and like okay she knows I write smut and I was telling her I’m trying to finish the chapters so I can update tomorrow or the day after and she went “you can do it! which is probably dialogue in your fic” CHAT. CHAT.

[glowinlemon]

Can’t function right now because all I can think abt is Corazon=black swan symbolism:(

WARNING!!! Me becoming the epitome of the phrase “the curtains are blue” AHEAD!!!

Like, black swans *black swan theory* symbolizes in literature and stuff a big change, twist, betrayal, or a surprising development. And than there’s Cora’s whole time as a spy before revealing himself to Law (twist!) and running away and betraying Doffy in the process (betrayal!), before he winds up double crossing the marines too (betrayal/unexpected development!) and his whole life for the time he had known Law was just unexpected reveal after another.

Another thing is that black swans were assumed to not exist by the Romans, the ppl who created most of the sayings and symbolism around these birds. Like how for much of Doflamingo’s life he had lived assuming that his brother was dead, thus no longer existing.

And once ppl realized that there IS such a thing as black swans, sometime in the 1600’s I think, the phrases where changed to reflect times when peoples ideas and systems of thinking are proven wrong by the mere existence of an unknown trait. Similar in my mind to the assumption that just about everyone in the Donquixote family had that Corazon was a clumsy, stupid, grunt who’s only real reason to be kept around beside his relation to Doflamingo was his unwavering loyalty to his brother. Literally every trait listed here became disproven once Corazon dropped his cover and proved himself to be highly intelligent, rigorously trained marine who was strongly opposed to much of his brother’s actions. (Admittedly the clumsiness wasn’t MUCH of an act).

Black swans are also known to be birds who are incredibly protective of their young, willing to fight another animal to the death in order to protect their chicks. God I’m going insane enough that I can’t tell how much of a reach all this stuff is.

And while this isn’t a BLACK swan, I also find there to be parallels between Corazon and MUTE swans for some pretty obvious reasons. Obviously there’s the whole mute thing linking them, but I also think that the fact that neither Corazon nor a mute swan is actually mute. Mute swans are generally quieter than most other swans, but they DO make their own calls, sorta like Corazon’s fake muteness.

And than there’s the whole phrase “a swan song”, meaning something or someone’s last performance, greatest achievement, or final battle of sorts. My mushy brain looks at this and immediately starts thinking about Corazon’s death, where he not only fought his last battle, but also completed what he considered to be the most important action in his life by saving Law. PLUS the phrase refers to the old belief that swans didn’t ever sing or make noise until just before their deaths, similar to how the only time that Doflamingo ever hears his adult brothers voice is during the few minutes before his death (at Doffy’s own hands)!!!

I’m not rlly sure how much of this is actually like a bunch of observations, and how much of this is just incomprehensible rambling from someone who reads too much in their free time and hyper-fixated on a side character who died years before the story he’s in even starts. Whatever. If u made it this far thanks tho!

[dropping-out]

Anybody ever have a rough time watching D20 because Brennan does parenting in such a specific and painful way for people who have complicated relationships/feelings with their parents? No? Just me?

[chalalalalalalalalalalala]

THINKING ABT LS!RED. BC WHO ISNT RN

he didn’t even try. he could’ve fought her, absolutely obliterated her actually, and given kab a run for her money but he DIDNT

this can be taken in many ways:

a) he’d just had enough of fighting and gave up (which is horrifying. yowch.)

b) he was only there for woogie and gave up his life for him so the conflict actually ended and kab left him alone (WINTERSHADES. WINTERSHADES MY BELOVED WOOGIE PLS STOP ANGSTING UR HURTING ME XOXO)

c) he wanted to give kab a last fuck you instead of closure/perpetuating it (this is my fave bc YES reds end was unsatisfying. it’s supposed to be bc if we as the audience think it was lame think how the woman who’s been hunting him and painting him as a villain feels LMAO)

d) he wanted to give kab closure and just end it all off bc he had no issue with her (his note somewhat supports this? like the i hope victory was sweet part. idk i don’t think red is this nice LMAO)

either way i am foaming at the mouth over this session holyyyy fuckshit. reddoons you are my fave lifestealer and a dramatic fucker and i am INSANE over this

[nolongernyny]

1:23 a.m, oh lord this is my brain turning off.

As an Alutegra shipper, I am annoyed with how people treat us like fucking weirdos or sort of pedophiles and lesbophobic and also transphobic for some reason I won’t even try to understand.

I mean, I get it if your principal headcanon on Integra is that she’s a beautiful gnc butch lesbian, I might even like it to certain point, but , you gotta understand that doesn’t make you have the right to shit on people for different headcanons.

I do not see Integra as a lesbian, but if you do, that’s very great! I love seeing people relate to characters and also make them part of important representation (in this case, gnc lesbian woc). However, don’t try to call me or any other alutegra shipper a lesbophobic scum for something YOU took as canon.

As a lesbian myself, I truly cannot comprehend what is it that make you perceive Integra Hellsing so much as a lesbian to the point you gotta try and hate anyone who disagrees with you.

“Oh but the finger scene with Seras..” oh, please, lord. Did we forgot what fan service is? I could even take this for granted if Alutegra wasn’t so HEAVILY implied in all Hellsing.

Personally, I dont care about Serastegra, the fanarts are cute ofc !! But it’s just me who sees them rather than grumpy mom who deep inside is depressed and needs helps recovering but is too stubborn to admit it x sunshine daughter who is completely aware of her mom’s mental health and tries her best to make her laugh.

The curious thing is, people who hate alutegra also sees Alu and Tegra’s dynamic like some sort of father figure x daughter. And.. you know, as much as I respect it, I don’t really like it and think you should get checked if you believe Alucard and Integra are the first thing that comes to mind when you think of a father-daughter relationship.

Allow me to elaborate. Many people argue that watching Integra grow into an adult makes Alucard the man who raised her—which is funny because it seems you guys are blind towards the existence of Walter— and how him being a blood sucking bastard doesn’t mean he can’t be a good dad —kinda agree with this, keep it in mind for a minute!— but, aren’t we missing something?

Please, please, please. Just remember what Alucard did say to Integra after she confronted him about killing his uncle’s guards “I feel such a rage swelling between my legs” , first this is such an inappropriate thing to say to a teenage girl but again, this isn’t some sparkling vampire, this is Alucard, a morally grey character, not only that but also how the thing about vampires is them being very.. yeah, morally grey and inhuman, their reasoning is outside of human ethics and morals even if they were one on some point. And second of all, how could you.. call Alucard Integra’s father figure after that ? Do you really think that’s the man that raised her ? And not the human butler that probably changed her diapers ? Lord have mercy.

So, okay. Let’s give you the benefit of the doubt and think “That’s because they were just meeting” alright, alright. Let’s see.

Do you think that, do you honestly think that this man who is getting all giggly when this woman yells at him that he needs to kill —which she knows is something that gets his blood boiling, mind you—after hearing how his servant literally begged her for her orders, specifically her command to search and destroy everything just to satisfy her need of justice? And, why not, his thirst for violence as well? Come on, you can’t hear Sir Integra panting and Alucard asking her if she’s getting wet by all the atrocities that’s happening and say “mm, yes, completely father figure behavior.”

Oh? Not enough? What about her softening her voice when Vladcard appears on screen, calling him “My count” on the sweetest tone possible, while he kneels down to her and addresses her as “My countess”?

God don’t get me started on Hellsing Ultimate end, it might be the solid proof of Alutegra being basically canon.

Oh, and yes, do you remember what I told you to keep in mind? That Alucard regardless of being a monster can be a good dad? Well, I agree with it. Just not with Integra, allow me to introduce you to Seras Victoria.

Alucard might not be Integra’s father figure, but do you know who is seeing him as that? Seras. All the time they spend together, it’s as heavily implied as Alutegra.

Alucard trained her, showed her everything about being a vampire when she had no guidance, allowed her to have a second opportunity to “live”, and was there to show how proud he was of her upon seeing Seras after consuming Pip’s soul, addressing her by her name for the first time. And also patting her head.

That scene was so adorable.

Yes, here ends my rant. Might write an essay on this topic when I get to university lmao, but yes, here I am, entering into shipping discourse like tiktok mfs.

And no, this doesn’t mean I hate Aluseras or serastegra shippers.. I just hate how some of them imply so many ugly things about us Alutegra shippers. Also, might be off topic, but I really feel uncomfortable around AluSeras shippers.. am I the only one?

Anyways, enjoy your year, enjoy your life, and let others enjoy it too!

[probably-not-a-skeleton]

i was listening to the instrumental tracks on youtube, and at around 0:47 during the if i loved you reprise, the piano changes slightly into what i’m 99% sure is the inevitable motif. and to borrow a phrase, i’m thinking about the implications.

the inevitability of peter and stephanie’s fate, one forced to sacrifice the other. how the lords in black are still orchestrating everything, messing with the humans who dared to tamper with their power. how they’re just like paul and emma in that moment, doomed from the moment they met. i love the implications.

[corviids]

opinions on 1-2k standalone stories? i usually post basically over thought things but i have shorter ideas that i wanna post just for fun

[carcassarkis]

Chat, is it considered rude to come out on social media and state that you’re transitioning before telling your family all the details? Because I did and my friend’s mom thinks so

[strawbubbysugar]

i love your au!

is it ok if i make my own? i wont take your marks or anything i just really like how cute this is!

Awh ty!! ^^ you can make your own soulmate au ofc I don’t own the idea lolol, but I’d prefer if you don’t make an au of this au! I can’t stop ya but it’s kinda my baby n I’m a lil protective ;v;

[w0lfm4d30fk4nd1]

the world is getting hotter, Jobs are getting fewer and paying less, the population is getting to much to handle and I’m here unable to do anything, watching the click videos and eating nachos.

[sirhwalsh]

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[poolsideconvoz]

Sometimes I zone out when scrolling and I keep scrolling but ik im zoned out I just don’t give any shits to zone right back in yet

[sl33py-g4m3r]

Feel like I’m spamming stuff especially personal stuff lately…

Got a new favourite tag

‘Anxiety the fun ruiner’

Cause that’s what happens.

Me: wants to create smt iv ocs in text form through larping…

Anxiety: overthinks it and proclaims that I’m doing it wrong or being annoying to people

Let me have fun darn it anxiety ~~~

I’ll stop posting now I’m sorry…..

[kukos-satellite]

I kind of want to start making content over on YouTube like starting out with shows and books but I don’t know if that’s an okay thing to do ☹️

[mikeyisbrooklyn]

I caved and posted it on AO3 despite what I said about waiting until the whole fic was done because uh…idk man don’t ask me questions. My brain is fried.

Anyway here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62291071

Calling @on-a-lucky-tide @etanesnil @jgvfhl @roachs-pet-roach @callsign-selkie @nekrosmos and all NikPrice army like I do street cats with a bag of treats. Pspspspspsp

We’ve got progress, fairies and frogs, and I’m itching to share. (There’s a part 2 here! And a part 3 here!)

Tags: @on-a-lucky-tide @etanesnil @jgvfhl @roachs-pet-roach

Before reading, some notes…

- This is a WIP, so not finished and subject to change, kinda a part one of sorts

- Has only been partially beta-read

- Author is not: British, Russian, a medical professional, or sane; so beware of inaccuracies abound.

- Not quite NSFW (brief reference to sex and blink and you’ll miss it gross-out moment; safe for teens, not for tots)

All that said, enjoy what’s under the cut (or don’t, I’m not your dad).

Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

(working title)

Price groaned gently as he slowly rejoined the land of the living, croaking like a dehydrated frog was caught in his throat. His groan only got deeper as his eyelids creaked open enough to let in the bright overhead lights. A professional even at his lowest, he took no time to run a checklist of his senses in his head.

Sight? Bleary, but he could see the unnecessarily luminous white beams above him.

Touch? Sore, as all hell, even. There wasn’t a single part of his body that didn’t feel a steady throb of ache, but he could tell his head and right leg seemed to have the worst of it.

Smell? An odorous cloud of antiseptic and disinfectant seemed to be ever-present.

With that information alone, even the most daft man could figure out where he was, but the taste of iron lingering under his tongue and the sound of steady beeping sealed the deal. He was in a hospital.

Price cursed to himself internally. He meant to verbalize it but the words he attempted to form came out as further groans.

An almost imperceptible gasp came from Price’s right and he groaned again as he tried and failed to turn. Then, he felt a warm hand grace his cheek—as his brain started twisting back in gear, he could tell there was a considerable amount of bandages covering his face—and saw a figure take up his entire line of sight, forcing his vision to readjust again so soon after barely adjusting to the lights.

As his eyes settled, Price could finally see who was in front of him, as if the hand on his cheek didn’t already tell him all he needed to know. Nik stood over him, whispering sweet assurances in both Russian and English—some amalgamation of “No, don’t move”s and “You’re alright”s and pet names, it all blended together for Price. Price could see a small grin on the Russian’s face with lines across his mug that reflected an endearing relief, but the first thing Price could see in clear, complete detail since opening his eyes was that dogged glimmer of worry.

It made him sick. Literally.

Poor Nikolai, having already pressed the call button for the doctors upon Price’s stirring, now shouted for aid in shock and distress as Price sat up as much as his broken body would allow and spit up bile that couldn’t have more than stomach acid, saliva, and blood in it.

The door of the room opened and quickly nurses and a doctor were upon Price. A half dozen hands checking bandages, assessing vitals, and touching places that made Price groan in what he meant as frustration which only came out as pain. Nik was gently pulled away in the heat of the moment and despite the pilot’s clear desire to cling onto the injured captain like his life depended on it, he allowed himself to be moved to allow the professionals to do their jobs—if only because he knew it was the only way for Price to get better.

After a few minutes—the hectic storm waning as it became clear that Price was not experiencing a life threatening complication—the nurses left, leaving only the two men with the doctor: a short and plump woman with dark skin and curly black hair tied into a bun, with grays streaking from various places.

“Well, it’s good to see you awake, Captain,” she began, looking down at Price, ”I’m Dr. Omar. It’s a pleasure to meet you, though I wish it were under better circumstances.”

Price grunted, and Dr. Omar smiled warmly but with a bit of mirth. “Your injuries shouldn’t affect your speech ability. I suppose you’re just not in a speaking mood.”

“The captain can be man of few words.” Nik chimed in. “Forgive him.”

“No forgiveness necessary, I’m only teasing, Mr. Nikolai.” Her smile had widened.

Nik shook his head returning a smile of his own. “I have already said, Nik is fine, good doctor.”

“I’m flattered to be considered enough of a ‘friend’ to call you that, but I hope you forgive me for maintaining some professionalism, at least for now.”

Price grunted again, this time with more vitriol than before, feeling ignored despite being the one banged up in bed. At the thought, he looked down and couldn’t properly see the damage—being wrapped comfortably tight in blankets—but from what he could see and feel, there were bandages, splints, and gauze littering his body.

Dr. Omar cleared her throat. “Right, well,” she lifted her clipboard to partially cover her face, “you’ve more than a few cuts and bruises, but the worst of it is a concussion and about a half dozen fractures in your right leg.”

“Should see the other guy.” Price groaned, his voice still thick with disuse. Despite his attempt at humor, Price internally kicked himself as he remembered what really happened.

In truth, it was out of Price’s hands when the informant stabbed them in the back to the kingpin they were hunting, but he still blames himself for the op going tits up. Mostly because what was in his hands was his call to try and finish the mission anyway—an effort at salvaging the unsalvageable. It was only after Gaz took lead to the shoulder that Price realized his stubborn tenacity might get his team killed. But in the retreat, he must’ve stepped right into the bastard’s trap without noticing. If it weren’t for Soap calling out the ticking explosive—thanks to the sergeant’s keen awareness of all things demolition—he likely would’ve been blown to smithereens rather than crushed in rubble. A holy man would remark their survival a miracle, but Price was no holy man; all he figured was that his team kept themselves and him alive, despite his frustrating sudden ineptitude.

Nik’s bark of laughter took Price from his thoughts. “Da! The captain is hard to kill.”

“I’m happy to hear that you've got the mind to joke. Based on what your lieutenant told me, it was quite the close call.” Dr. Omar locked eyes with Price. “But I imagine you’re gonna want the prognosis unless you have any more jokes?”

“As much as I’d love to try out my stand up routine, doc, what I want more is to know when I can get out of this bed.”

“Well, this bed? If you’re insistent on spending most of your recovery at home, just a bit of observation and you can be out of here by tomorrow.”

Price’s lips twitched into a near-frown at “recovery” and lifted a single eyebrow.

Dr. Omar sighed and gave a smile full of more pity than warmth. This look also made Price sick, though he kept down the threatening bile. “You’re primarily on bed rest for a week or two, with crutches or a wheelchair to help you get around if you must. After that 4-8 weeks of physical therapy and continued rest. In short,” she sighed again, knowing the weight of her words, “I’ll be recommending you be put on medical leave for at minimum two months.”

“At minimum?” Price winced as he felt a headache coming on, compounding his concussion. Nik, who had moved closer to the bedridden man, quietly snuck his hand into Price’s grasp and gripped firm but carefully. At his touch, Price huffed from his nose—like a bull.

“It could be longer if you don’t rest and rest well, Captain.” Dr. Omar kept her attitude polite but her tone was assertive. “If you’ve been doing this long enough to earn your rank, then I think it’s safe to assume you’re smart enough to know I’m not wrong.”

Price groaned and looked away, wanting nothing more than to argue but begrudgingly agreeing with her assessment. If it were Simon, Kyle, or Soap he’d have leveled them with a single gaze and made sure they stayed on their ass as long as the docs demanded. Fucking hypocrite he was.

Dr. Omar’s lips tightened like she was about to press him further. Nik spoke up instead. “Da, your expertise is welcome and cherished, good doctor. Instead of tomorrow, could I bring Captain Price home by tonight? He will get better rest in a familiar bed.”

Price looked up at Nik who spared him a brief glance with a wink before returning his gaze back to the doctor. Dr. Omar herself looked between the both of them twice and then three times before sighing heavily but with a more amiable smile.

“I suppose I can see what I can do but no promises, Mr. Nikolai! We need to make sure there won’t be any surprises or complications while we still have him.” She pointed at the Russian accusatorially.

“Da! Da! I understand.”

Dr. Omar smiled as she lowered her hand. “Alright, well, I’ll leave you alone if you don’t have any other questions.”

Price looked back at the doctor finally with a blank expression though with a nod of gratitude.

“Thank you, good doctor, we will call again if needed.”

“Please do.” She patted the end of Price’s bed, eliciting a grunt from the man and then she left the room.

Nik dragged a chair back to the side of Price’s bed and tightened his grip on the hand he was still holding. “You are terrible patient, Jonathan.” He chided with a shit-eating grin.

“Bugger off.” Price shifted his face away from Nik, not being able to move much.

Nik chuckled and kissed the man on the cheek, enjoying the way Price’s face turned bright red. “I hope you are better to me.”

It took a moment for that to sit with Price before he turned slowly back towards Nik. “You wot?”

“Oh, you did not think I meant I would take you back to your own bed, did you, Captain? When mine is much better?”

“Oh, bloody—are ya gonna try and fuck me while I’m crippled? Filthy bastard.”

Nik’s grin turned wolfish. “If you would like. Though, I only meant that I would not let you out of my sight while you heal.”

Price’s face got hot again but worse, his gut churned with a wave of nausea that he barely held down. “I’m not a boy needing supervision, muppet.” He grumbled the last bit.

“Nyet, you are very much no boy.” Nik damn near purred. “But can I not take care of you, even after such an injury?”

Price grunted and turned away but made no effort to move and even returned the briefly tightened grip on his hand Nik still had—an implicit surrender, at least for now. Price knew he was in no state to turn Nik down, especially as his options were the Russian or the hospital. At least with Nik he’d stay somewhere with some damn eye candy and that didn’t reek of sick and despair.

Maybe, just maybe, he could trick himself into have a nice leave. Price laughed at the absurdity of the thought.