#LOOK AT THESE DUMBNUTS

[kingmagnificoofrosas]

The way she completely ignored his emotional state right there ... who wouldn't at least stop in their tracks and be like "Are you ok? What's wrong?" Doesn't she notice his expression? I mean, she just entered the room, you cannot tell me she didn't see his panic reaction.

Also, again, not one.single.touch. NOTHING! She walks around him as if he's a tree.

She's all 🤩 while he is literally 😰

"Oh your magic blah blah blah ... magic magic magic, mimimimi!"

What would have been the right way!

"Oh, honey! You're just too kind! Pampering us all with your magic and- *takes notice of his expression* Are you alright? 😟 What's wrong?" And along this, put her hands on his arm lovingly, offering both support with words and physical touch!

But no. 😑

Magnifico is a VERY expressive person. Each emotion is displayed on his face. He cannot hide what he's feeling. It's impossible to not notice his mood, except you're an ignorant dumbnut!

It's always only ever "Oh, your magic is amazing! Your abilities are amazing!" It's never "Oh, you are amazing! You're wonderful for all you do! You do so much, thank you for being so selfless and devoted! Thank you for trying so hard, we appreciate you!"

All that's coming from everyone around Magnifico is "Me me me! My wish, my feelings, my wants and needs, me me me! I want, want, want!"

Magnifico has always looked at others and cared for others! His sole purpose to rule and have his kingdom was so others could be safe, happy and content. The sole reason he even brought the whole "wish taking and granting" thing to life was for others, not himself! He wanted others to be safe at all costs! Set aside his trauma induced paranoia and anxiety.

The way everyone acted .... urgh! Egoistical, ignorant shit behavior is what it is! Shame on them all! Shame on Amaya and shame on every citizen of Rosas. They all don't deserve him.

Ungrateful, selfish bunch of ignorant dumbnuts!

And HER!!!! Got a wish granted! 1 day later sees her king distressed yet has the audacity to ask for ANOTHER wish to be granted!!

And then after his fall proceeds to mock him! Ew! That is so off the chards rude and low! Big Yikes!

[oh-no-another-idea]

Find the vibe tag XV

Thank you very much for this old one, @cilly-the-writer! My task was to search for "a moment of shock" Here's something I just wrote :)

Becca came over Saturday to find Steve with the furniture all shoved into the middle of the place and covered with sheets, and a couple cans of paint at his feet. “Hey,” he said, not looking up from the instructions that came with the paint. “I said I���d get the paint discounted, didn’t I?” Becca said, aggrieved. “What’s all my buttering up of the clerk for if you go in there and pay full price?” “I didn’t know where you were,” Steve said, distracted. “You can go if we end up needin’ more.” “I was working, dumbnut,” she groused, slouching into the kitchen to get a drink. “You could’ve waited.” That got his attention alright. “On a Saturday? Your ma lets you work on—” “Yeah, yeah,” Becca said, rolling her eyes. “She ain’t thrilled, believe me, but when I told her that Mr. Carson wasn’t Jewish and worked six days a week, she had to negotiate. We agreed that my paycheck was really the most important thing, and as long as I made sure to come home in time for dinner, it was alright.” Steve looked at his wristwatch. “So, why are you here?” “Hmm, to pick up a pair of old underwear.” “Really?” “No, you moron, I’m here to drag you to dinner,” Becca said, throwing up her hands. “And since you weigh about as much as three of me, you’d better cooperate.” Steve sighed and went down the hall for his jacket. “I guess the paint can wait.”

No pressure tags for ANYONE who sees this, and also @reneesbooks @sarahlizziewrites @acertainmoshke @sunset-a-story and @akindofmagictoo <3 Your vibe is: "You're late."

[lynxtheserval]

Can you do Loona from Helluva Boss with a chaotic male or gn reader? Kinda like Blitzo in a sense. Thanks!

Loona x Chaotic GN reader

I tried to make the reader as chaotic as possible, but I'm ngl this was hard to write ;-;

And it was hard writing Loona as well, her personality is weird. Sorry if this is bad !!

You walked into the office, well more liked kicked the door down and entered the office in a odd sort of rage.

"I CAN'T FUCKING- OH HELLS ASS CRACK!!!" You yelled in a fit of rage while you stomped over the kicked down door.

"Uhm.. Y/N ?" Moxxie said, more concerned for the building than you. "Are you alright?"

"DO I LOOK OKAY ?!"

"Nope." Loona said, across from the room. She was actually quite impressed with how fast you were able to kick down the door. "That's why he asked, dumbnut."

You glared in her direction, then turned your head and walked off into the breakroom to get breakfast.

Loona looked at you while you walked off. Secretly thinking about how cool you were. Your hair, eyes, personality. She didn't know what it was about you, but she liked you.

You walk into the breakroom, and slam the door behind you. You got your food from the fridge and put it in the microwave.

As the microwave made its signature "mmmmmmmmmm" sound, you heard the door open.

"Hey." It was Loona. She looked at you with a blank face.

"Hey.." You said, your tone dull.

"You looked fucked up, you wanna talk about it?" Loona asked, somehow sounding apathetic and caring at the same time.

You looked at her, looked down and sighed. "Sure."

You explained that you just woke up in a bad mood, you didn't even know what was happening. Then people at BlackHoleNickels got your order wrong, giving you quite the opposite of what you ordered. Then your power went out, your crappy car proceeded to get a flat tire, and that's why you arrived to work late.

Loona listened, although still on her phone. She looked up from her phone and stared you dead in the eyes.

"Happens to the best of us." She sounded honest, caring almost.

You looked at her, surprised by her response. Usually she isn't this nice. Your eyes lit up, "Well thank you Loona! It does happen to the best people!" You laughed a strangely unhinged laugh.

[defiant-firefly]

Hey birthday basically over now. Was at a model train exhibition thing which was neat!

Some guy had a model train so small I said "wow can you imagine working on this with cats in the house?" and turns out the guy has five of them. Bro the train is smaller than a cat's claw how in the fuck do you not go insane pulling all the cat fur out of those tracks???

Some cool setups everywhere! Would have been even better if a certain dumbnuts (me) brought their fucking glasses! And someone murdered a teddy bear! Got a cool mental image of a coal wagon full of water with lilly pads in like a pond because I couldn't see the model properly and thought that's what it was until I got closer though lmao

Some random guys when we went out for food after wished me happy birthday too cause it was one of their birthdays as well, only to be told that they just lied for a free shot lmao amazing

Oh and my dad won the raffle?? Of a Hitachi themed Monopoly game??? That I can't find a trace of on a quick web search??? Whadda hell

Anyway I'm giving cake to everyone. You're all getting chocolate cake right now. I'm shoving it through my phone screen for you.

Also, spent the whole day with both a "2 today!" and a "3 today!" badges hooked on my headphone wires because they don't have pins. Once again, my wired headphones are the best lmao

Anyway. According to a train guy if you don't hold the giraffes down on your train cars they'll take over the whole track when you're not looking. You gotta watch out for the giraffes. Important life advice.

[skylarmoon71]

Leonardo (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) - Oneshot

"Vincent said they'll be operating here. There's a couple inns located in the general area. So it's unsuspecting. "

Donnie went over the layout of the mountain getaway.

"You have to admit it's pretty smart. It's secluded and Christmas break. They just need to find a few people that look like they're on a family vacation. Moving merchandise would be easy." You state.

"That's why we gotta beat em at their own game." Raph slipped a toothpick between his lips.

"Vincent gave us a little spot of our own. We just need two partners to volunteer to go up there and study the place while Donnie works with Vincent to cover the rest. " Raph adds.

"That sounds like a great plan. Who's going?"

When three of them look at you, it becomes clear. Leo is sitting directly opposite you, and he can already see the wheels turning in their heads.

"Looks like our fearless leader has been nominated." Raph looks way too smug when he says it, and you can't stop the flush of your cheeks. Leo just lets out a soft breath.

"Fine." He doesn't sound too happy, but he knows arguing would do no good.

"It's time to get busy, secret agent style, good luck." Mikey rises, and the rest of them follow, laughing all the way down. You and Leo are the last ones there.

"I guess we're partners."

You send him a smile, but his face gives very little away.

"You should start packing. Make sure you're ready to leave at ten tomorrow." No other words are exchanged, and you're left staring at his retreating form.

When Vincent said it would be a cabin, you thought she was bluffing somehow. This entire situation felt cliche. Two partners staking out criminals in a cabin up in the snowy mountains. Pretty predictable. But it was legit. The interior was beautiful. It had the homey feel that just resonated with the holiday season.

It was crazy.

You never thought you'd be freelancing with the NYPD. In the past the cops were always on the other side of this. Being a vigilante tended to do that. But now you are helping. Making a difference. It felt great. Especially with perks like this.

"I'll be setting up in the room. Make sure the entrances and exits are secured. "

Right, you almost forgot about your absolute ray of sunshine.

Leonardo.

Truth is, maybe this particular situation was set up.

Let's have a replay.

~Earlier~

"Vincent said that she only needed the two of us to scope out from the cabin. That means the rest of us can get by with the busy work. Ya know I aint about to be stuck in a cabin watching snow fall off trees." Raph explained.

"Short attention span." Mikey interjected.

"My abilities would be better utilized devising something essential for combat." Donnie inputs.

"Then is it just me!" You complain. Raph smirks.

"See we know Mr. uptight is good at this stakeout thing. Plus ya get to spend an entire week with him alone."

Your cheeks color immediately.

"W-Why the h-hell would I want that!"

"Come on, we know you got the hots for Leo." Mikey teased.

"This way ya get to hang out with him, and we avoid all the boring stuff. It's a win all around." Raph states.

Donnie nods.

"Exactly. There is also a high probability for success on your part. It's proven when placed in an enclosed space with an individual you admire, certain feelings have an easier time of surfacing. The chemicals in our brains trigger-"

Raph smacks Donnie.

"What Einstein is trying to say is ya got a real shot. Just talk to the scmuck and you'll be fine."

You fidget.

"D-Do you really think so?"

"Definitely. Even Leo isn't dumb enough to pass up a babe like you." Mikey says it with a straight face, and you can't help but laugh. You pull them all into a hug, and their laughter follows.

"I love you guys."

"Love ya too dumbnut." Raph ruffles your hair as you giggle.

This is what has led you to your current predicament. The plan had worked exactly as you hoped.

Leo was focused, you expected as much, so maybe you just needed to try harder to get him to realize your feelings.

Piece of cake.

You got busy setting up in your room. You'd packed just enough to be comfortable. Sorting your clothes, and sliding on a more comfortable black shirt. You tied your shoes. You would need it if you were about to start scoping out the scene. When you'd gotten everything set up, you gave a little stretch. Heading for your door. You closed it, and as you turned, you'd almost run into Leo.

"W-Woah, sorry about that!"

You smile as he steadies you. He gives you a once over, saying nothing and you tilt your head. When he pulls away, his face is back to its usual stoic nature.

"We should get to work."

That's all he says. On the ride over you'd gone over the sections you needed to cover. Today you would take the south end and Leo was scouting the east. He placed your radio on the table, turning to you.

"We need to be thorough. Vincent already informed us what hours they operate. That's why we're doing surveillance right now. You're just taking pictures and reporting back. Don't engage."

You frown.

"I'm not some newbie Leo. I'm training to work for the FBI." You were a criminology student for goodness sake. You understood how stakeouts work.

"I'm just being careful."

You were used to being treated like a child. But this was different. You walk past him, taking up the radio a bit angrily. Your hand doesn't even touch the door, it just flies open and slams shut. Leo's eyes watch you walk down the short staircase, and he sighs.

"I'm being too tough on her."

He knew that, but he couldn't seem to stop himself. Because his mind was still reeling from this current situation.

Leo gripped his own radio, heading out.

"I need to stay focused."

That would be a task in itself.

~~~

"Just take pictures, report back." You mocked.

"Who the hell does he think he is!!"

After two hours of trudging through the snow and snapping the necessary shots, you were back at the cabin. A wind blows, and you shiver gritting your teeth.

"Damn it!"

In your rage you'd forgotten to layer up. You only realized halfway across your path. Your rage at the situation had you venting for a while. As you make your way back up the stairs, almost sprinting through the door. Leo turns when he hears it slammed. He's standing by the fire. You could have been wrong, but you were certain you'd spotted relief on his face.

"You told me you were just a few minutes out on the radio. I was a little worried that something happened." The worry he shows almost makes you forget why you were even angry.

"I'm fine. " You grumble, heading straight for the fire. You reach your hands out to warm up your body. Leo takes in the way your body seems to shiver, and guilt hits him. He turns, grabbing the blanket from the couch. When he walks back over, he drapes it on your shoulders, and you look back as he kneels down next to you.

"I forget sometimes that we're not built the same. "

His eyes are fixated on the fire, and you just stare at him. As long as you've known Leo, he's always treated you as an equal. Even before he found out about your powers. You hug the cloth to your body, diverting your gaze. It's things like this that irritate you.

One minute he's a drill sergeant then the next he's so sweet. You deflate. You aren't sure if he notices, but he finally looks your way, the very same time you turn to inform him of the photos you got. Your eyes connect, and you're quite literally breathless. He's closer than you expected, and the dim glow of the flame adds to the allure of his beautiful gems.

"You should tell him."

It's that little voice at the back of your head. So you swallow any doubts, ready to spill your guts.

"Leo I-"

"You should get some rest. Make sure and change into warm clothes so you don't catch a cold." He stands abruptly. You can no longer get the words out. Because he's already heading for his room.

This was going to be a long week.

[its-my-whump]

22 “I’m getting bored”

Captive whumpee | New whumper | Electrocution 

TW: electrocution, unconsciousness, probable death?, oh and language!

Their captive had gone limp on the table. He was strapped down. Soaked to the bone after an involentary bath in freezing cold water. The remains of his full-clothed shower were still dripping from his hair, his skin, his clothes. He was laying in a puddle on that table and single drops still made that distinct sound when they splashed down from the rim of his rack into the already formed pools on the floor.

Gen, bad guy no. 1, had pulled his hands up suddenly and in shock. The tickling in his fingers was still clearly evident. His arms still slightly jerking. His mouth had clenched into a tightly locked line. He needed to work his jaw to losen the tension. He was angrily staring at his sidekick. "You a fuckin' idiot? You almost electricuted me as well, dumbnuts. He's soaking wet. At least gimme a heads-up, moron." Gen was rubbing his fingers one by one. They were still stinging, where the electricity had jumped over from their victim.

The pour bastard was out cold, or maybe dead. He wasn't sure. Alone the minimal amount of burning pain, that just went up his own arms was sheer agony. He really didn't wanna know, how it felt, if he would be soaking wet and had to experience tousands of volts running up and down every fibre of his body. Gen shivered, but he was sure it wasn't from the aftermath of his little encounter with electricity, but the feeling that thought just brought with it. 'That pour bastard on the table.'

His sidekick was just standing there, looking like his little brother, when his cookies were taken away, 20 years ago. "Got borred." His accomplice whispered a bit ashamed.

"Right! Don't just stand there like an exhibit from Madam Tussaud's. Check if he's still breathing, you foul." His sidekick did as he was told.

The cattle prod still in hand. Gen's shock had turned into anger. "Gimma that, you stupid idiot. If you haven't just killed him, you'll surely kill yourself or me with that thing. And that would really piss me off."

He grabbed for the device in sidekicks hand and jerked it away.

'He should have really listened to his mother and got a decent job, dammit.'

My whumptember2023 masterlist

[borathae]

I already shared my thoughts on this but the more I think about it the more I get disappointed in Tae.

You study his face with scared eyes. He looks at you in a mixture of anger and disgust. You have no idea why.

Seems like he already somewhat believed Jimin without even hearing what she had to say.

“And I don’t want Jimin to drink my blood. Not after what he did to me.”

“But this is Jimin. He is with me for everything.”

DUDE!!!! ARE YOU FREAKING HEARING YOURSELF?!?? SHE WAS LITERALLY SO SCARED OF WHAT JIMIN DID TO HER AND YOU SAY THIS!!? JIMIN HURT HER NOT ONCE BUT MANY TIMES! AND YOU KNOW IT! STILL??

It makes me so angry how OC always and i mean ALWAYS trusts Tae and fights for him but when it was his turn to trust her he turned his back on her. The woman was ready to do anything to get you out of that cell yet this is how you repay her? By putting her life in danger constantly and not trusting her?

I really hope Tae realises what the fuck he's doing and feel immensely guilty and come back to her to apologise and I want her to not forgive him that easily. I really wish this to happen. I know it sounds like Im being really hard on Tae and yes I am.

Seems like he already somewhat believed Jimin without even hearing what she had to say.

It really does seems as if he only came back to "proof his worries to be right" and not to "proof whether she is innocent or guilty" :(

It makes me so angry how OC always and i mean ALWAYS trusts Tae and fights for him but when it was his turn to trust her he turned his back on her.

RIGHT??? THIS IS SO UNFAIR OF HIM LIKE HOLY FUCK SHE LITERALLY JUST SAVED YOUR LIFE YOU DUMBNUT he needs to fucking own up to his mistakes because jesus fuck he's been acting like an idiot fnadnf

[glorioustimeswithdrew]

My Secret - part two of a love story

Whenever I saw a character on television tied up with rope, I would get profusely angry.  I would think “Ropes!  Ropes are silly!  I hate ropes!”  So it was interesting how calm I was when I was the one tied up in ropes.

“Admit it!” Todd ordered sternly.  She had been the one to tie me up.  I didn’t think her name was Todd but I couldn’t think of a good reason to not call her Todd.  

“Come on!” she barked again.  ”You litter the Internet with so much personal stuff and you can’t say a lick of it in person?”

She must have had a degree in rope school because she had rope.  I looked up at her, stupedfied.

“You’re ropes,” I squeaked sheepishly.  Apparently this was not the confession she was looking for.

“Just fucking admit to it.  All the things you say about me on Tumblr.  Say them to me in person.  That’s all you need to do.”

“Todd, did you go to rope school?” I asked.  There were tears in my eyes.  I didn’t feel sad, but I started to cry anyway.

“Stop calling me Todd!” she shouted.  She began pacing and muttering, which I’m sure was a result of her rope education.  She turned back to me and spoke softly.

“When I posted on Tumblr about how I wish I was the type of girl boys wrote stories about, you wrote a story the very next day about “a girl.”  When I posted about how I wished Matchbox 20 would release another album, hours later you went on a tirade about how that band is “ugly dumbnuts.”  When I wrote about how I got a new pet, in moments you made an entire song about how you wish pets would stop replacing you, and you were crying during it.  You’re crying now!  Why are you crying?”

I was stunned.  It frightened me that she had pieced it all together, even though I suspect I had wanted her to.  I avoided eye contact with her, but soon I felt her ginger touch on my shoulder.

“It’s just…” she began softly, “If you have—feelings—if you have something you want to share with me but don’t have the courage to share… You don’t have to be afraid.  You can say it now.  I’m listening.”

I looked at her.  The expression on her face was effectively melting away my defenses.  Maybe it was time to stop hiding the truth.  I sniffled to bate my tears and inhaled deeply.  I was shaking.  This was it.  My secret, told at last.

“I think I have a rope fetish!” I cried.

I suppose this also wasn’t the confession Todd wanted as she dragged the chair with me attached to it out of her apartment, out of her building and toward the road.  I continued to pour out my soul.

“I usually get angry at ropes but I’m not angry right now and I think it’s a fetish!  I’m so ashamed!  The President should castrate me!”

She harshly sat the chair at the side of the road.  There was mucas leaking from my nostrils.  I tasted it, just to make sure.

“Don’t break into my apartment again,” she demanded coldly as she stormed back inside.  I made an effort to curtail my weeping and wondered if I also had a crying fetish.

She would never know that I loved her.

[renfos]

everything is political, dumbnuts. Also it's just not a good game, grow up!

Not everything is political, but people like you make everything political. It just a game, all other meaning you force into it yourself. You want to fight for trans right, go bash the people that speak out against it. If you want to claim the game is somehow anti trans, prove it. Prove the devs share jk rowlings opinion. If you want to rant about antisemitism, then you need to rethink your life, stop looking for things to be butt hurt about and find a real fight to fight.

The thing is, this is a fantasy game, why not go bash the historical inacuracies, racism and sexism in Batlefield 5? Would make more sense, looking how they twisted facts. But I bet you're one of those people calling Lord of the Rings racist and crying that there are no characters of colour in the Witcher game. You must really hate fantasy, folk tales and mythology. Good thing your voice doesn't matter.

Another thing you should be aware of, is that this site is full of flat earther level logic. Lots of one sided bs, nothing more.

[heyimboredtalktome]

Will: Dr. Solace PH.D.

Percy: What does PH.D. stand for?

Nico:

Nico: Pretty handsome dude

[pastel-rights]

The duality of lemon.

[skylarmoon71]

Rapheal (TMNT 2014/2016)- Chapter 1

You’d known for a while how you felt about Leo.

You also knew that the feelings were unrequited. The very night you’d decided to come clean about it all, you saw him with April. It would be a blatant lie to say you didn’t see it coming. You understood.

April was beautiful, passionate and loyal.

There’s always been the lingering feeling that he cared for her. That didn’t make it hurt any less. The problem was, you were the best at hiding how you felt. When Leo told you about his relationship with her the day after, he hadn’t even noticed that every word he said was a knife to your chest. Not because he was blind, or even insensitive. He literally had no idea. You supposed so many years of stifling your feelings made you a master.

Despite the revelation, you still followed him around like a puppy. You couldn’t help it.

Leo was just the kind of person you couldn’t help but be around. Feelings aside, he was a good person. A great leader. So you promised yourself you would move on. April was happy, so was Leo. So you could be too.

Your feelings would disappear eventually.

They had too.

“Hey dumbnut, where’s my gloves!!”

Raph’s voice boomed through the lair, and Mikey ducked, running from around the corner. The smile that spread on your face was not something you could control. The bickering between the both of them started. You just watch. It was hard to be stuck in your somber thoughts when you had friends like these keeping you entertained.

“Are they arguing again?”

Leo walked up from behind, and you nod with a grin.

“I think Mikey messed with Raph’s stuff again.”

“I’m not even surprised anymore.”

Leo’s eyes shifted, and he caught the bruise on your shoulder.

“(Y/N)..”

You lift your head, a bit confused about his concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“Your arm, you were hurt last night.” You look over at your exposed shoulder.

“Oh, yeah. I didn’t realize it until I got home. It’s fine, it'll heal in a couple weeks. “ His mouth formed a tight line.

“Let me clean it and bandage it.”

You shook your head.

“Leo, trust me it’s fine.” He didn’t look convinced, and you just stood.

“It’s clear that you won’t let this go.”

“Good choice.”

He stepped back, and you headed in the direction of his room. Leo followed shortly after. As you break the corner, Raph’s eyes follow until you’re out of sight.

You take a seat on his bed, and Leo moves to grab his first aid kit. You wait patiently as he shuffles around to gather what he needs. When he returns and begins tending to your bruise, you barely notice. Because you’re a bit zoned out. Your mind trails to moments like these in the past. Where he showed you such tender kindness. Times where he gave you that worried look that always made you feel special.

Being back here in his room has a melancholy feeling. You’ve already convinced yourself that harboring these feelings would lead to nothing good. Although you’re on the road to move on, you still haven’t fully gotten there. Moments like these are what makes it impossible to truly let go.

“Done. You should change the bandage when you’re going to shower. Manually I mean. No telekinesis.”

There’s no response, and Leo tilts his head.

“(Y/N).”

He’s talking to you.

“Thank you.”

That’s a pretty solid response. You stand, giving him one of your smiles. The one that feigns happiness. A mask. One you’ve learned to wear very well, because Leo returns it.

“Next time all you have to do is ask. I don’t mind helping you with your injuries. I’ve cleaned more than my fair share.”

“That’s why I’m hesitant. You have enough to deal with worrying about those block heads.” His laughter is louder, and you join in. It doesn’t matter that your heart aches. Because right now, he’s happy.

Time just continues to rush by.

Days, weeks. You’d think getting over love would be at least a bit easier. You’re thankful for the work you do with the boys. Because you need the distraction. This particular mission is a tricky one.

“April, I’m not getting anything.”

You tap on your coms a couple times, and she shakes her head. You’re both on a patrol with the boys. April had brought one hell of a theory about some smugglers. After collaborating with Vincent, it was clear that this organization needed to be shut down. While the boys were searching for the hardware, you were scoping some of the rooms for any other little knacks. Criminals rarely ever left their entire stash in one place.

At the beginning everything seemed fine. Turns out the adjacent building had just as much to do with your case. So the plan was to split up and cover more ground. Leo had already uncovered more than ten pounds of drugs in a barrel of the basement, and Donnie was on the second floor, running through the boxes of rifles. Vincent had already been patched in. She was gathering a swat team to roll in, but you’d lost communication.

Now you are worried. You can’t help the boys if they are in danger unless you’re in the room. Leaving April here alone is also out of the question.

“(Y/N), I think we have a bigger problem.”

That’s never good news.

You walk over to her direction. Her eyes are fixated on a smaller storage closet. When she opens it, the blinking red light makes your stomach drop. You barely have a chance to react, you hear an explosion from behind and you both flinch. There is no count down on the one that you’re seeing right in front of you. But another boom echoes, and it quickly becomes clear what’s going on. You both look at each other.

“They're built to go off consecutively.” You state in unison.

Being around April has made you more aware of criminal activities. Some tricks never changed. Caution is thrown to the wind, because you both go bolting for the staircase. From the sounds of it, that structure hasn’t been hit yet. But it’s only a matter of time. Luckily you’re only on the second floor. April darts down the stairs, and you’re not much far behind. When you get to the first floor, another blast goes off, this one much closer. Both your bodies are forced forward, and the staircase behind has completely crumbled. You both grunt. There’s soot and rubble and a crap ton of smoke. You can barely make out anything.

“April…APRIL!!” You scream.

“I’m okay!!”

You sigh, groaning at the piece of concrete that has your lower half wedged. The dust has yet to settle, but apparently the bomb has somewhat cleared the entrance. You can see flashing lights. April sees your predicament, and immediately bends to try and force the thick block off your waist. It’s useless. You direct your eyes at the brick to offer help, but you're weakened. The brick shakes, but doesn’t move. It looks like a slab from a pillar. You drop your head in defeat, sobbing softly.

“I can’t…I can’t move it..” Your voice is weak, and you can see the tears begin to well in April’s eyes, but she doesn’t stop trying.

“Don’t you dare give up! You think I’m gonna leave you here before I become a bridesmaid at your wedding. You’re crazy!”

She’s pushing with all her might, and you manage to let out a soft laugh at the fact that she manages to crack a joke under these conditions. When another explosion rings, you panic.

“A-April you have to go!!”

“I’m not leaving you here!!”

Why didn’t she see that it was useless.

Your vision finally clears, and the sight of the boys is what catches your attention. It takes them a brief moment for them to fully gauge the situation. Horror crosses their eyes.

“(Y/N)!!!”

It’s a scream from all four brothers. Your head turns slowly to April.

You’d often heard that when death was close, you were able to see a flash of all your memories. Maybe you were delirious, but you could have sworn that you’d actually seen it in those few seconds. Another explosion goes off, and your instinct seems to kick in. The boys are running in this very direction.

Everything goes by so slow.

It’s then that you seem to know what to do. There was no way they would make it in time, but there was no point in letting April die here with you. Your eyes move to her body, and she screams when she’s jerked back right before the structure above your head comes crashing down. A ball of fire follows, and April’s body crashes to the ground right outside the area. The boys are forced back from the residual shockwave. They land at different distances.

Some of the officers had braced, others were also tossed back.

For what feels like a few moments, there’s a distance ringing.

Leo stands to his feet slowly, eyes trained on the collapsed building in shock. Everyone is starting to gather their bearings. When they begin to put it together, the realization hits like a wave. April picks herself off the ground shakily, staring at the destroyed structure. Her reaction is delayed. But the moment the scene plays out in front of her, she presses her hands to her mouth. She cries, right there, and it’s like a domino effect. Mikey and Donnie’s eyes water, and Raph races forward.

“(Y/N)!!!!”

He’s screaming, but there’s no response. He begins grabbing and chugging large pieces of rubble out the way desperately.

They’d never thought it was possible. Perhaps they’d taken for granted that you’d always just been there. So the thought of you gone is nearly impossible to imagine.

That’s why this hurts so much.

Whether they accept it or not, this is the reality.

[rmd-arts]

Anakin: Got an Impossible Whopper because it should be impossible to look this good!

Vader: When is it my turn to be happy?

[forksofwisdom]

This is just a quick life update so feel free to keep on scrolling~

I just moved back home to Iceland after a six-month stay in California, which is why I haven't been as active here as usual. It's so good to be home, but my body is out of whack and will be for some time due to my fibromyalgia. I just wanted to let you guys know that I have received all your wonderful messages, but it will take me time to answer them because I'm running on empty right now.

I also plan on focusing more on my writing for now since it brings me so much joy and might help me recover. It's the reason I created this blog in the first place, and I fear I have been neglecting it as well ಥ∀ಥ

ALSO - I'm writing fics in other fandoms - you can see all the stuff I'm currently writing on this page I created! Would you like me to post new chapter announcement here for all my stuff - not just Twilight related things? A like or a reply will suffice to let me know if you're interested! :D

P. S. I think my beloved grumpy cat must have missed me. The little monster hasn't left my side since I arrived and has subsequently drowned me in her shedding (´∀｀) 

(here's a cute pic of her to brighten your day!)

[roguefankc]

(Yelena and Kate are struggling trying to lug a gigantic Christmas tree through the entranceway. U.S. Agent and Valentina Allegra de Fontaine are watching)

John Walker: Hey dumbnuts! Where do you think you two are gonna put a tree that big?

Kate Bishop: Bend over and we'll show you.

John Walker: You've got a lot of nerve talking to me like that, Bishop!

Yelena Belova: She wasn't talking to you, Walker.

(John Walker pauses before he realizes, looking at Valentina)

Valentina Allegra de Fontaine:...

[lifezvictory]

More Sun And Moon show ramblings (aka me totally not procrastinating on working on any of my fics)

So I just saw the new lore/story video I was waiting on, and boy did it not disappoint! Watching it feels like I’m opening a birthday present to find what I’ve been wanting for months even though it was only a day or two.

First of all, I would like to formally (and very sincerely) apologize to Lunar. I was worried that he was blindly trusting Blood Moon, thinking that he’d actually give a crap about him once his body was built, and maybe a part of him did given his little monologue thingy at the end of the last lore episode. but he doesn’t, at least not fully; what he said to Monty this episode proves that. So yeah, Lunar, I’m really sorry for underestimating you; I hope you can forgive me.

When we learned that Lunar was trying his best to not let Moon be in pain, I melted. I’m tempted to write a fluffy oneshot with him and Moon having a bonding moment over that (and maybe the glowing body thing too) and I would if I didn’t already have a whole bunch of other WIPs, and I wasn’t worried I’d get the characterization wrong and it’d be cringe and no one would like it, or because as i mentioned in the last post I’m blind/visually impaired and don’t know what characters/locations look like so can’t describe them well…

I’ll probably end up doing it eventually; there’s a criminal lack of fics set in this universe. Would anyone read it? Would anyone like it? I know that’s not really the point and i should write for me, but validation is really nice. It’s in the hierarchy of needs. So writing fanfiction isn’t just a hobby; it can greatly assist in fulfilling your emotional needs. /ot

Ugh! I just love Lunar so much. /p And I’m so grateful for Monty who did what all of us craved to and helped Lunar get away from that dumbnut Eclipse. Seriously, when he tested out his taser on Lunar, I felt so bad for him, and so mad at Eclipse! I mean, if I’m not wrong animatronics are made of metal or at least have metal parts, so getting zapped like that can’t be good for him.

I want a Lunar plushie like Lunar wants a beanbag chair. If folks on Etsy could make one or something I’d give them all the money in the world, or at least as much money I can get my hands on without breaking the law and keeping myself and my fam from being homeless. I’m hugging the crap out of him in my head right now.

Okay, I should probably stop now, because this is getting a lot more tangent-y than i planned to. But it’s just, ever since I started really using Tumblr, the ‘anything goes’ vibe of it has made me right in a way that I normally wouldn’t outside of my journal.

Although, it’s probably not as long as I think it is. I have this thing where I write something and think it’s long because of all the time and effort i spend on it, only to discover that it’s a thousand words or so. And I worry that my readers will be disappointed because it’s like:

“We waited days, weeks, months, only to get something we could finish reading in five minutes???”

I don’t want to do that to people. Although I know, I’m probably overthinking it a little.