#So yay!

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The Cuntification of Acht Ahato Mizuta Dedf1sh

[magnoliadale]

baby Ezra has arrived

The delivery went smoothly, & Maverick & Stella couldn't be happier with their new bundle of joy!

[pinkgelatin]

Being dads is exhausting. And how do you deal with exhaustion? Cuddles! This time with a tiny fic under the cut ❤️

Teething

Salim got up from the carpet and dusted off his knees. How in the world did the remote end up under the tv stand, he'd never understand, but that was indeed where he found it. The vcr whirred as it rewinded the tape. He hoped he'd find the moment they stopped watching the movie last night, rudely interrupted by a shrill cry and loud wailing. The doctor warned him that teething could have many symptoms, but Salim quietly wished that constant crying and sleepless nights wouldn't be as bad as they were when the first tooth poked out. If only he knew how wrong he'd be.

This night was Jason's turn to attend to Zain when he simply refused to fall back asleep. Salim felt for their baby boy, he really did, and both of them tried anything they could to ease Zain's pain and discomfort, but with few things available, and even fewer of them working, they had only one way of dealing with a teething baby. Patience.

Unfortunately said patience has been wearing thin over the last couple days. So much so, both Salim and Jason have become snappy and irritated. Last night Jason proposed watching a dumb movie to "debrain" themselves, which Salim eagerly agreed to. Not that they succeeded. After they dealt with their little interruption, Salim ended up nodding off on one end of the couch, and woke up in the morning to Jason curled up and lightly snoring on the other.

There was hope however. While half an hour ago Zain had been crying his little heart out yet again, at this point things seemed pretty calm. The only sound Salim could hear was Jason quietly singing a lullaby. 

Salim smiled to himself as he moved a couple of Zain's toys out of the way, then stretched out on the couch and closed his eyes for a moment, focusing more on the lullaby. Who knew Jason of all people would have a great singing voice and an array of lullabies stashed somewhere in his brain. And that Zain would react so well to them. Their boy wasn't the only one who did so either. Salim loved Jason's voice just as much, and hearing it off in the distance with a soft pillow under his head was enough to lull him into a trance. 

"Their boy," Salim's mind honed in on that particular phrase. Zain was their boy now, not just his anymore, and that made his heart swell with love and affection for the man in the other room. Jason accepted Zain as his own pretty much immediately, surprising himself most of all. He was a blessing in many more ways than one, and Salim would never be able to give enough thanks to whatever power had brought them together, be it pure chance, or something more mystical. 

He snapped back to reality when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"You didn't just fall asleep on me, did you?" Jason teased, but the bags under his eyes told Salim just how much he'd like to do the same. Zain wasn't the only thing keeping them up at night. The nightmares were still vivid and frequent as well, even weeks after that awful day, and both of them had a feeling they wouldn't let up anytime soon.

"Almost," Salim stretched slightly and sighed. "Mission successful, I take it?"

Jason chuckled and gave him a mock salute, "The tiny wailing beast has been pacified with a lullaby and lots of cuddles. And that new teething gel the doc gave us. Now scooch."  

Salim felt a knee nudge his side, but didn't move a muscle. He was way too comfortable for that. Though moving could have saved his stomach and slowly scarring chest from being crushed by the full weight of an ex-Marine.

Even if Jason seemed to purposefully avoid his wound, Salim still gasped and groaned in surprise, "That hurt, habibi."

Jason simply shrugged and sneaked his arms around Salim's torso, "Should've moved."

Salim grumbled some more, but reached for the blanket anyway, and soon they were both snug and cozy. "I rewinded the tape already. I think I got the right spot."

"With how early you conked out we might as well watch the whole thing," Jason took the remote from Salim's hand and pressed the button to rewind the tape fully, ignoring any protests. 

With the most exaggerated eye roll he could manage Salim pushed himself deeper into the pillow and set his mind on focusing on the movie this time. As long as there would be no interruptions that is. He instinctively kept listening for any distressed sounds coming from Zain's room, but after hearing none he let himself relax. 

It was about halfway through the movie when he proudly announced, "See? I told you I'd watch it this time." Only he didn't get any kind of response. 

Salim craned his neck to glance at Jason's face and let out a low chuckle. 

With eyes closed, and mouth slack Jason was asleep on top of him. Probably has been for a while as well, judging by the crease on his cheek and one arm hanging loose off the side of the couch.

Salim paused the movie. The house was quiet, save for Jason's even breathing and the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. Zain seemed to still be asleep, and the neighborhood cocooned them in quiet darkness, making the night perfect for catching up on some much needed rest.

"Oh well," Salim thought, and let his own eyes slip shut. "Take the little blessings as they come." They could try again tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the day after that. They had all the time in the world.

[xx-sketchy-xx]

Chain reaction

[silverwasafukintrainwreck]

so i think we kind of universally dislike how junko converted the 77th class into despair with the brainwashing instead of something meaningful, and i see that a lot of people rewrote that plot, or ignore it, or tend to imagine it differently. i never really thought about it cause i’m usually a person who sticks to canon but i completely agree that the despair video for the remnants is pretty bullshit.

so please, share with me either in replies or reblogs your own personal rewrites of how the danganronpa 2 cast should’ve experienced the conversion to despair. you can also talk about specific characters if you like, not the class as a whole. i’m just curious!

[weaponizedmoth]

did that thing that is probably a million years old now, with my girl Janey <3

[annie-thingrandom]

I don't know what I was going for but I finally finished it, so YAY! *⁠\⁠0⁠/⁠*

[floweypilled]

completely unrelated doodlings for today

[lovecolibri]

My phone camera continues to refuse to capture color well, but here is my last month-and-a-half long project and my first "wearable" piece that wasn't a hat/scarf/gloves type thing (barring a small toddler cardigan that I never saw my niece wear). I am crossing fingers HARD that it actually fits my mom. The drape isn't a nice as I wanted compared to the pics on the pattern, but that is likely because I always crochet too tight 🤷🏻‍♀️ I'm really proud of it though! It's all gradients of green, but a lot of it comes out looking grey in the pics 🤷🏻‍♀️

This is the pattern pic

My goal for this next year is to get better and wearables!

[purplepixel]

I made a fakemon, do you think the turtles would like it?

His name is pyrogon

Pyrogon looks like such a friend! Raph would want to keep it so badly. Finally a pokemon that wouldn't be scared of him! Then he'd be hit with reality and would have to tell Mikey, who doesn't see the issue in keeping a giant fire lizard in the sewers, that no they cant keep it in the lair. Donnie is still trying to figure out how the eye works and if the tail is sentient like a girafarig or just another eye and how would your field of vision really look if you had an eye on the back of your head can he make an eye an the back of his head. And leo--gets to make all his cringe fail fire puns.

Leo: Ohohoho someone better call the fire department cuz Pyro isn't the only one on fire tonight!!

[brekitten]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Batfamily Members (DCU) & Danny Fenton Characters: Danny Fenton, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon Additional Tags: April Fools' Day, Pranks and Practical Jokes, Danny Fenton-centric, Crack Summary:

It's April Fools Day, and our favorite ghost boy is ready. It's practically tradition at the Wayne household to prank at least one person in the family on April Fools. Surely they won't mind him engaging in that tradition, right?

Consequences? What're those?

Or,

Danny pranks the Bats on April Fools Day.

Thanks go to @the-infamous-only for being my beta, and to everyone that gave me ideas for this! This wouldn't have happened without yall, so thank you!

[distantsolarsystemsandsnails]

me: so how loudly can i yell “GODDAMNIT STOP” in my theater workshop final performance? how loud can i yell in front of my whole class before it becomes socially unacceptable?

torres: no more artificial limits

me: ok

[frozenhi-chews]

Where's my roommate, we should be heading to the clinic soon-

[fearandhatred]

oh hi. this did not in fact take only an hour to write but hey it's done! any support is so so appreciated <3

also thread of me lowkey liveblogging myself (not) writing this lmaoo

Summary:

A fun little side perk of being a demon is that Crowley only gets to see the world in shades of grey. That is, until that world is touched by one particular angel.

They say that it's not the fall that hurts, it's the landing. That's a partial truth, at least for him. The landing did hurt—his bones had shattered almost methodically, travelling through his legs and up his spine like a shiver; the whiplash from his head hitting the ground had felt like an explosion of guts in his mouth. But the fall had hurt, too. Because the wind had cut into his useless wings like knives, his skin and grace peeling away under the friction, and he had been looking right up at the multicoloured and unreachable expanse of sky just to see it fade from his eyes into dull greys. And that was that. For the indiscriminate time afterwards, he and all the other demons wandered Hell's corridors like strays, lost and trying to adjust to a new life where hope looked just as bleak as despair. They wore all black, because the identifiability of that darkest shade meant that they wouldn't have to worry about clashing colours. An inconsequential problem, maybe, almost laughable in its insignificance, but it was the one piece of self-dignity they could still control. Back then, that was everything.

eybe surprised me with a drawing based on the holi scene in this fic and i treasure it with all my heart and it captures my mental image of it perfectly. it's included in the fic now too <3 love you eybe

[loverboybrightsideghost]

drew a scene from small knives by @shofics :3