#WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN WHEN I'M DOING STUFF AWAY FROM TUMBLR?? I WAS HANGING OUT WITH A FRIEND TODAY AND I COME BACK TO THIS

[mossyflowers]

THE FUCKING TRIG POST BLEW UP AGAIN

[daintylovers]

heyyyyy lovely lovely tumblr user dainty, it’s me again with a stiles req because I just can’t seem to be normal. it would be sooo awesome if you graced us with some jealous stiles… I was listening to woman by harry styles and I was like … hmm I want a man to want me to look at him so bad he would kill another man over it.

OH AND I WANTED TO SAY your writing is the absolute perfect balance of powerful horny and pathetic horny and okay I’m done elaborating ilysm

powerful horny and pathetic horny are literally those two wolves in that picture that's like, inside you there are two wolves- and it's true, those are the two wolves inside of me (i wish stiles was inside of-)

i'm envisioning this as a best friends or at least close friends type of scenario. specifically because of the opening lines of the song, "Should we just search up romantic comedies on Netflix and see what we find?"

stiles, assisted by scott of course, has managed to crush every guy's hopes and dreams of being with you, throughout the years. and of course, it kind of crushes you're confidence a bit because you know you're pretty, but why won't anyone ask you out?

of course, stiles is always there to comfort you, tell you that they just don't deserve you. and you think it's bullshit, just a cliche cause he doesn't know what else to say. but in his eyes, it's nothing short of the truth. those guys truly don't deserve you, which is why they'll never have a shot. why he has guaranteed that they will never have a shot.

but once the werewolf stuff starts happening, things change within the social hierarchy of the school. and someone slips through stiles' brick wall he has so carefully constructed.

now, to appease my heart, this person happens to be the infamous issac lahey. yes, that's right, the former loser turned werewolf model who is holding nothing back anymore. issac's had a crush on you for years, and being a part of the lacrosse team means that he's heard a thing or two from the other guys about how stiles says that you just aren't interested in guys your age, or whatever excuse of the month the spaz has decided upon.

so, when stiles isn't practically glued to your side for the one class of the day the two of you don't share, issac starts enacting his plot to make you his. it's a tad bit cheesy, and throws you off at first, but how could you say no to such a pretty face? you guys slowly start hanging out, and of course, he's a nice guy.

but when scott catches of whiff of issac's scent lingering in your room one night, stiles is the first to hear about it. and god he is FUMING! how could you? how could he not have realized? why didn't you tell him? you tell him everything- why not this thing? did you know?

he's all too paranoid, but the anger and jealousy are winning. stiles isn't the type for outright confrontation, so you won't notice he's ignoring you for a few days. mainly because you're too tied up with issac, which only makes his blood boil hotter. but when you do realize, you feel almost guilty? and by the way, stiles won't even look at you, makes you feel like you are guilty. but guilty of what?

stiles knows that he's guilty. that what he's about to ask of you is unfair on every level, but so what? he can't stand to see you with another guy. of course he could ask you out himself, but he's just a silly little guy idk man.

if you want me to talk to you, you have to get rid of him.

a mix of confusion and fury graces your face. what? the? fuck? it's hot the way he says it, so possessive. so unlike him. but who was he to say some shit like that. still gawking at him, he continues, he is going to hurt you. and I'm warning you now, when he does i won't be there to pick up the pieces. it's me or him. I'm just doing this for your good. plus you're a smart girl, right? make the right choice here.

you tell him to fuck off, storming away with tears brimming your waterline. why couldn't he just be happy for you? later that night, you cry to scott about it all. he tries consoling you but ultimately sides with his best friend. which makes you feel even worse, cause you know who you'll pick. but how are you going to let issac down?

well, luckily scott had that problem handled a few hours later when he literally fights issac to defend your honor over some bullshit that the male had spoken. scott's right at your window after the fight, showing you the damage issac did and what he said about you. it's almost unbelievable, but scott's the most trustworthy person you know- so of course he wouldn't lie. right?

scott is on the phone with stiles after leaving your house, talking about how the plan worked and how he should expect you at his house any minute now. sure enough, the phone call ends with a doorbell ringing.

you're there, as promised, at stiles' doorstep practically falling into his open arms. he brings you inside, closing the door with his foot, and sitting you both down on the couch. with how close you are holding him, you're in his lap. and he can feel tears slowly soaking through his shirt. what's happened?

you're a blubbering mess, i'm sorry for making ignoring you. i should have never talked to him in the first place.

if you hadn't just cried before you said that, you wouldn't have missed the way stiles lips curled up for just a split second. he catches himself, opting to bring his hands to cup your face, bringing you to eye level, what happened?

this time the question is asked more firmly, and the grip he has on you brings you back down to reality. you tell him what scott told you, still crying a bit. who knew the new werewolf would be so cruel?

stiles knew. stiles always knew. and he makes sure you'll never forget it. i told you, but i know you never listen.

you're saying sorry like it's a prayer, and stiles takes it like he's god.

****

A/N: was this ooc? yes. but was it really? no. there's like a multiverse of stiles' in my head and slightly sadistic stiles decided he had to make his debut on this one. i didn't proofread this so if it sucks, I'm sorry <3

[helphelpquesohelado]

Regarding your post about the retcons to your au, what does that mean for some aspects of the story?

Joy's manic episode, which happens to be like a giant flash grenade.

The idea of Joy leaving headquarters out of guilt and shame for unintentionally hurting Riley (Which was an idea i made a few months back)

The sense of self (Specifically, the new one joy makes after the old one was thrown out by Anxiety)

her relationship with Fear.

her transformation (Since joy is not longer considered to be a disorder, how will it work now)

her takeover of Riley's mind (Especially Imagination land)

now that's just scratching the surface, but I feel like these questions are good enough for what I'm genuinely curious about.

Before I start I would like to say that My hyperfixations are the main reason i have gotten tumblr, therefore Its incredibly difficult to initiate more content for the silly au on top of school being in. That being said i will not create or work on the au content after the hyperfixation has passed. if your in the mood for me to come up with something new you can always give me a writing prompt(like maybe the intro, a oneshot or middle. It would get me out of a creative slump, practice writing, and feed the three people who enjoy this. ;)

Manic episodes will be exactly like how they are depicted in the fanfiction  Inside Out Neurodiversity witch i have mentioned many times by now.

I've been thinking about the scene at the final credits of the first film; where we get a view into the bus drivers mind.

The fact that the emotions themselves can somehow shift into different forms leaves so much room for creative uses or wonderful phycological symbolism and all that junk. Since the Headquarters and the rest of the brain being a personification, I would like to toy with how the emotions shift, warp, change along with the landscape itself. Yumi nikki and Omori type shit, that I like. Theirs so much to explore with the mind!

maybe after a while, joy produces a memory that's orange instead, they wouldn't notice and maybe along with joy the forms of the other emotions start to shift too. maybe in another timeline fear grows more eyes to keep a watch on all, anxiety's hair turns into worms that infect everything. sadness grows warts full of salty tears, for every tear riley refuses to spread. can you tell i love horror :). I would like to make parallels between anxiety and joy if i do write something.

I image they try to replicate the sense of self to an unhealthy extent, every orb from the old has to have its equivalent. They problem sent some mind workers to go find them. Although I'd imagine that the old sense of self would be long barried under the memory pile at the back of the mind. The goal of Anxiety and co would be the same as the second one maybe, they would try to find the old sense of self in a panic, and they travel though different locations along the way then in the second movie, like the scarped puppetry park and dream productions! like the emotions the sense of self warps. Its alive, all of the brain is after all. It pulses with life, cry's when it needs. neat stuff man.

Her relationship with the emotions is still something i need to explore. I want to do anger next, maybe he is pressured to do "right" and ends up being the straw that breaks the camels back for riley when she looses her patience with her friends, why don't they want to hang out with her??????

(I accidently put bullet point number 5 in the second area, whoops. this is bullet number 2)

Joy wouldn't run away per say but maybe in a final confrontation (I'm sorry i got nothing for now lol)

Joy would unnaturally become a figure akin to anxiety without realizing it. She projects to riley good memories yet she doesn't allow her to grieve, Instead its almost a primal rage of fear of what she once had, this creating a sort of compulsion to keep her friends. (sadness, realizing that she has been cast aside once again, she begins to grow.... bitter,)

I just what to say that you've been a big ol' help for motivation and stuff and I would like to ask, since we have a post of fear already, witch character would you like me to explore?

Anger

Disgust

Embarrassment

Ennui

Envy

Anxiety

Nostalgia

Sadness

Riley and some real world stuff.

this au is honestly a mess but brainstorming is pretty fun.

[gamesception]

Sception Reads Cass Cain #15

Batgirl (2000) #4 story: Peterson & Puckett art: Scott & Campanella

Ok, as previously mentioned, I had nearly completed this post when tumblr ate it, and I just don't have the energy or heart to go through the usual page by page summary & reaction a second time. But, you know, maybe that's a blessing in disguise? Because I've really wanted to get away from that. You don't need me to just tell you what happens, you know how to find this stuff online and read it for yourself. And you should! Because it's good! I'm about to spend a whole bunch of words complaining about this issue, because imo the most interesting developments for Cass's story and character in this issue are decisions I disagree with, but this is still early Cass under her original development team in their prime. So this time we'll try outside readings on your own, and then collect for post-comic discussion time after.

If you prefer the previous style of post, where I summarize what happens in detail first before the general discussion at the end, please let me know.

...

So we're only four issues in, and we've already got two major shake ups to the status quo, and I take issue with both. The first is Bruce finding out about Cass's childhood murder.

Now, the execution here is phenomenal. I love how defeated and miserable Bruce is - thanks in large part to Scott's skill with facial expressions - as he tries to grapple with the knowledge that Cass has killed someone. Because this is a big deal for Bruce, or at least this version of Bruce. The Doylist reason Batman doesn't kill people is because if he did then his fun colorful supervillains couldn't come back for new adventures a couple times a year, but the Watsonian justification for that at the time was that Bruce has extreme emotional hang ups about death and killing, leading to an extremely binary moral framework on the issue. If you've killed, then you're a killer, and always will be.

Or, well, that's not quite right - he's friends with Gordon, who is a cop and iirc has killed people. He's friends with Superman, who at the time had killed people (although one can argue that Batman in the wider dcu / justice league books isn't really the same character as Batman in the Gotham books). He's constantly working and hoping for the healing and redemption of various Arkham inmates who have killed, and always seems willing to give them another chance, no matter how many times they relapse. Azrael and Huntress have at times been more or less official parts of his crew, despite both of them having killed people.

So it's not that others can't come back from killing, but rather that he doesn't think he could. He's so angry almost all the time. He's so violent. He goes out on the street every night beating up criminals and he likes doing it, he enjoys hurting them.

He fully believes that it's only this unbreakable rule that he not kill anybody ever that holds him back from killing everyone always.

At Bruce's core is this deep pit, and from the bottom of the pit comes this undeniable voice that demands he go out and Be Batman - with all the violence that entails. But the more he does what the voice says, the louder and angrier it becomes. He doesn't understand why, but he refuses to go down into the pit and interrogate the voice face to face, because he's afraid of what he'll find. Will it be an avenging angel with an impossible, uncompromising demand for justice, or deep down is the Batman really just some sort of revenge demon exalting at the excuse to hurt others the way he himself was hurt?

If he ever actually did go down into the pit, he wouldn't find an angel or a demon. He'd find a little boy drowning in plain old, everyday, totally-irrational-but-dirt-common survivor's guilt. The guilt demands he go out and Be Batman not as vindication or revenge but as self-flagellating penance, and the voice only gets louder the more he obeys it because every act of penance reinforces the irrational idea that there was anything that child needed to repent for in the first place, and the only evidence that will convince the child that he's done enough to earn forgiveness would be if god almighty gave him his parents back.

The truth is he doesn't need justice or revenge or penance, what he needs is some fucking therapy.

On some level Bruce knows this, he knows there's no demon at the bottom of the pit, that he made up the demon as an excuse to not go down and face what's actually there, because facing up to that kid and his guilt is more painful and more terrifying than anything Bruce might face as Batman in the real world or any demon that he might conjure in his imagination.

And all of that is tangled up in his no-killing rule.

So then we have Cass, and emotionally she's like a little version of Bruce, driven by a sense of guilt that demands penance, but that no act of penance can ever satisfy because just like Being Batman will never bring back Bruce's parents, Being Batgirl will never bring back the man she killed. Like the Princess and the Pea, no matter how many good deeds she stacks on top of that sin, she'll always feel it. Only instead of feeling irrationally guilty over something that was done to her, Cass feels guilty over something she very much did. Unlike Bruce, Cassandra never had the luxury of hiding her guilt in a hole and pretending it was some other less painful motivation.

This version of Bruce hasn't known Cassandra long, and he's barely been able to communicate with her during that time, but he already knows deep in his bones that she - more than any of the other young people he's trained and worked with - is Just Like Him. He doesn't know what it is about her that's resonating with him (it's the guilt), or why shes so much more fearsomely committed to "the mission" than the others (it's the guilt). But he feels this connection, and it actually makes him feel better about himself, because Cass so clearly isn't some monster driven by revenge.

She enjoys being Batgirl, she likes fighting, maybe even a bit too much, but she clearly isn't the revenge-driven sadist that Batman fears himself to be. She's just like him, so if she's not a monster then maybe he's not really a monster either.

IF she's not a monster.

Finding out that Cass has killed someone doesn't just call his judgment of her character into question, it challenges his entire central motivation and world view, rips away his short lived hope for his own soul, and shoves him towards the rim of the pitt, practically forcing him to stare down and confront what's inside.

And then Alfred throws him an excuse to look away from the pit.

And Bruce literally leaps at it.

A fake. A fake! Of course it's a fake. No need to confront the scary questions it raises. No need to look in the pit.

Denial is a lifeline, and Bruce clings to it like a drowning man, and that's our new status quo. As long as Bruce keeps his grip on that lifeline, things can go on more or less as they were, the only real difference is that the name of the sword dangling over Batgirl's head has changed from "Bruce finds out what she's done" to "Bruce can't keep denying the truth of it".

But the rope that the new sword is dangling from is a lot less secure, because as desperate as he is to maintain his denial, Bruce isn't the kind of guy to leave well enough alone. Or to leave a murder unsolved.

...

And all of that? is Great. It's fantastic. It is in fact the exact psychological conflict Cass was created for, it's what I'm here for, and I love it. So what's my problem? With this subplot at least.

Really, it comes down to timing. This - her guilt, how it mirrors Bruce's guilt, how it ties into Cass's relationships with Bruce, David, & Barbara - this is THE CORE plot of Cassandra Cain's Batgirl - it's very literally the reason she exists. When it's resolved, she's resolved. As a character. As a story. She could stick around as a hero after that, do the usual hero stuff, hang out with Steph and solve crimes or fight the villain of the week or whatever. Basically what she was doing in the recently ended Batgirls title, which I've now read, and which was fine. But the central emotional conflict driving her book that made it so compelling and different to me would be gone. All of her appearances after that would feel like epilogue.

And to me issue 4 just feels too early to be taking this particular step. Maybe if Batgirl was meant to be a 12 issue miniseries and then done, but at the time this was meant to be an ongoing with no particular end in sight. And it's not just that early part of the story where Bruce is wholly unaware of Cass's murder could have dragged out longer but really that imo it should have been, because there's things that should have happened before this

For example, we haven't really been shown the inner workings of Bruce's motivations and why he feels the way he does about killing, at least not in this book. The reader has to synthesize most of that from how he's been portrayed in other books at the time. Like, imagine Cass stumbles across evidence relating to a murder from several years ago, but the killer has moved on with their life, they're taking care of a family now, they're a changed person. And Cass, with her body reading, understands that they're guilty, but also that they're not a threat to anyone now, so she's torn over what to do. And then Bruce finds out, and turns them in, and takes Cass to see the family of their victim and gives her a lecture on how 'a killer is a killer', and the whole time she's thinking about the man she killed.

The other thing we lose by pushing the plot forward this early is the element of Cass hiding the killing from Bruce, and feeling guilty about that, and Bruce eventually feeling betrayed by that element of deception when it comes out. Like, we kind of get some of that, the new denial status quo grants space for some of that, but it doesn't stab as deep or have the opportunity to twist the knife as hard as it could have if this scene hadn't come so early.

Like, what if David went to Cass with the tapes first? Threatened to out her as a killer to Bruce if she didn't go back to him or at least abandon her new life. Maybe have her start to try to hide or destroy the evidence, but then stop herself, deny David, let him send the tapes, and just commit to facing Bruce about it, only for the expected confrontation to never come as Bruce goes into denial instead of talking with her, and then you could have this unspoken tension building between them for ages. Could have had a fair bit of drama in that. Instead, Cass just doesn't know any of this is going on, and we never have the chance to see her reaction or how far she would or wouldn't be willing to go to hide this.

Also, while Bruce-in-denial works as a temporary holding ground, it ends up lasting too long and Bruce ends up looking either a bit foolish or just kind of negligent in allowing it to persist as long as it does.

So yeah, I do feel like this would have been better saved for an issue 9 or 12 plot twist, after building up what it means for the characters more within the pages of this title.

.....

All that said, "this bit is really good, and done really well, but imo it's happening too soon," is by far the lesser of my two problems with Batgirl issue 4. Unfortunately I'm already running late with this post, so I'm going to have to cut the issue 4 discussion in half and "TALK" about the other thing next time.

[creaturefeaster]

new day new morning post

Currently 06:55 PST as I begin this post.

Does anyone else listen to The Cure? They're touring this year overseas, the last time they did was 8 years ago. I'm going in June to see them live, and I'm very excited. When buying tickets with my husband, I remarked that a The Cure concert is probably one of the only places I could be where people wouldn't stare at me (my fashion is what I'd call dark and loud)-- something I found funny.

On top of this, I was asked if I wanted to get a tattoo for my birthday. I have been considering a tattoo for a while now, though I've been on the fence because the idea of putting something permanent on my body is a hard hurdle to get over in my brain. Or moreso, I'd just want to make sure it isn't something I would regret down the line. I'm considering imagery of things I've always loved; Cow skulls, roses & thorns, eyes, a few things that cross my mind that are also pretty safe and hard to get wrong on a tattoo.

Maybe I'll find someone to help design a tattoo for me. That'd be fun. But also perhaps difficult when there's only a couple of weeks left until my birthday. Much to think about.

Speaking of much to think about, I succumbed to one of my usual dreams of dire last night. I have always been a nightmare dreamer, usually about zombie invasions, or an indescribable entity that kills the population in swathes. Tonight though, it was a dream about someone who was considered to be so perfect (for reasons I don't know. the guy was kind of a dick imo), that there was a mad chase to both capture this guy, and also keep him safe from harm.

My dream ended sort of abruptly near the end. I don't remember much about the details of the dream, other than that it was a lot of sneaking around in the dark. One of the ending scenes though was someone attacking this 'perfect guy,' completely severing his hand and pulling his arm so harshly you could see it hanging from the ligaments that attached it to his shoulder.

People in my group, that I was apparently in, flipped the fuck out and decided the only way to balance justice in this situation was to axe the attacker right in the forehead. The gore was excessive!

I'm not sure why this dream was so brutal and graphic. But I have awoken quickly because of it, meaning I can start my day early and more awake. I'll take it.

...

RE: To follow up with my little grumbles in my last morning post, nobody is harassing me. That hasn't happened in years. It's moreso an influx of people either messaging me and begging me to come back, or people messaging me asking if they can have my ask blogs. Both insensitive considering that I feel I've been pretty clear on my stances with the blog & fandom. But also everyone gives the fandom too much credit for making me pull away from the show. One of the biggest things for me was some of the more recent stuff they had in the show that made me feel so sickened, I just couldn't enjoy it anymore.

I've considered recently just unfollowing people who post about the show on the regular, or even blocking some, because tumblr reallllly likes to recommend me blogs just loaded with SP content still, and it's starting to get on my nerves. That, and the more I think on what happened in the show, the more it makes me uncomfortable to be around people who just pretend it never happened/ignore it.

...

Anyways, this is more than I wanted to say on the subject already. I'm over it for now.

P.S. By the way, I loved reading from you guys how you've all been doing. Some left replies, some sent me asks, some DMed. It's nice to know what people around me have going on :3.

Here's this morning's question: What's the latest dream you can remember having?

[camileeon]

SPARKS FLY!

🍵- TO 500! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT EVERYONE!

🦋- (GN!Reader x Camilo Carlos Madrigal)

🍊- i just made something unexpected.. ANYWAY- A SPECIAL ONE FOR ALL OF US! Not gonna say anything else other than i love you all so much and im literally so grateful to have such an audience here on tumblr! ENJOY!! 💗

[•••]

Alright alright.. he was gonna do it. Though what if he messes up? Their name echoed in his head as his flustered thought swirled into a hurricane that never seemed to end, they were so pretty and he needed to tell them that but the problem was he couldn't bring himself to or even know how to.

Y/n, the best friend of the infamous Carlos Madrigal had found a way to strike one of the "feelings" arrow into his heart. Their friendship was confusing as others described, he would always be messing with them and tripping them over his foot so they could fall face first on the pavement. Or they would find a way to get a hold of the madrigal's maroon ruana for him to wear a completely different colored one for the day which they knew absolutely irritated him just by the thought of it.

The two also loved to playfully hit on eachother with weird statements and secretly tried to make one another blush that one time but it was totally platonic.. right? Reminiscing back to that one short but humorous conversation..

“ Tell me I'm pretty y/n, take this as a chance where you can admit how you feel about me.” the madrigal proudly puffed his chest while standing side by side with them, nudging them slightly.

“sure..~ you're pretty.. pretty fucking annoying, satisfied? you better shut up now.”

“Shut me up with those lips of yours.” He retorted,

“you're gross.”

“no you are.”

It eventually ended with them smacking him on the nape of his neck, tolerated by how he was or not, he was getting to their nerves.

Jumping back to the present, he had very little of a confidence whenever it came to the feelings and sappy stuff with romance. Sure he was good at flirting and flustering other people but he never actually dealt with it's reality. Zipping his lips about how he actually felt but had to tell someone eventually, spilling the news to a few of his friends but got nothing out of it other than teasing remarks and comments on him actually being a big softie when it came to them.

Even making the effot to going to the town's library to find a something that can give him a start on what to do to confess, looking through romance novels weren't his usually forte but did and would do anything when it came to them. But in the end feeling stumped or rather defeated, not having a clue on what to do before realizing that they would've appreciated something simple and less extravagant than the useless books he read stated. Working up to just be direct and straightforward about how he felt, nothing bad is going to happen if he gets rejected anyway, it may cause a hole in his heart that could be hurt for awhile but know would eventually get over it in due time.

Carlos had ambled around looking for them around the town square just to spot them with some other friend of theirs they had mentioned, feeling a slight burning flicker inside of him once he saw them with them. The madrigal knew nothing was wrong with that but why does he feel this way? he bit the skin inside his cheek and had waited for their friend to walk away so he could finally get to them, feeling rather restless and fidgety as he walked up to them having a smile on their face from the previous interaction. All the pining and denied emotions just for this.. hopefully it was gonna be worth it.

“F/n? Huh?”

“yeah they wanted to hang out for the day, what's up?” they questioned calmly, having all their focus on him. He seemed a bit odd, wasn't like his usual asshole-ish self.

“but why you..” his eyes wandered elsewhere as he mumbled under his breath, a silence intervened for a few seconds.

“why me? is there supposed to be a right answer for that..? Jealous?” they suggested as a joke before nudging his arm

“ he could've hung out with someone else, why does always everyone pick you to hang out with when you're the only one supposed to spend time with me.?” speaking sternly as he balled his hands into a fist.

All he said was true, though he never thought he would've said it out loud. Right in front of them. Blurting out all the things he said in one breath which left a flustered yet surprised expression on the other's face, picking up the puzzled pieces from how he acted and why he did so.

“Do you perhaps like someone.?” they continued to step on the sidewalk as the sky's hues alternated with orange to darker hues as it has gotten late.

Carlos stayed silent, nodding as a response to their answer “.. yes i do, they're very very.. close to you.” Speaking in a shy but loud tone just enough for the both of them to hear.

“wonder who it is..” they pondered playfully before a smile lit up their expression, feeling his hands on their shoulders before being pushed on the wall behind y/n and for him to near them. His face risen to a tinted glow which was now noticable to their face as well, the distance between them felt ecstatic. Like how sparks and fireworks flew to blur the world around them, only being the two who mattered at that moment.

“I'll save your wondering up for something else.. I'll tell you who though.. it's a secret only the both of us are supposed to know.” Carlos leaned closer to their ear to whisper as a smile appeared on his lips once he had gotten a good look at them.

“it's you.”

Bonus!!--- 🍊

“oh i know it's me, i've known ever since.” they spoke back with a triumphant gaze that was laid on the boy in front of them, his expression turning back into a slight bashful one. Not really surprised because he surely was obvious, that was also one of the reasons why they're his best friend. They could see the things that other people can't see when it came to him.. a sly smug expression joined his face, scoffing to respond

“ i hate how much i love you.”

“you have no idea, i love you most.” they responded, feelings the tips of their noses brush as they fell into eachother's arms once more, finally putting an end to the electric space with a kiss.

TAGLIST!:

@destinydrawssometimes

@camilolovesroxiie

@i-more-need-books

@aphrodicts-imagination

@s1mpystuff

@dai-tsukki-desu

@pepasfavorite

@kaxiaowow

@azrielxx

@l-e-m-o-n-g-a-y

@astroddon

@try-cry-why-try

@lolalee24

[herrscherrofyatta]

Some angst for pure vanilla cookie? (Yes another crk fanfic because why not, wanna make your life a living hell/j) where idk the reader likes another cookie?

Ps. Why keep tagging me bestie? No another friends?

it's always pure vanilla angst with you, this ask did not age well, when you wrote this you swore you weren't gonna simp for no damn cookie and now look at you 😕 you know damn well I have irl friends but not to play genshin or any other games especially not on Tumblr for my fanfic needs

I don't have another header don't come after me

Pure Vanilla was simply trying his hardest to pursue your heart yet he came out unsuccessful every damn time.

He sighs as he flips the pages of the book he was reading, classes were out for the day at the academy and here he was, sulking in the library.

"Pure Vanilla." His face heats at the sound of the one he's crushing on as he looks up to see you standing at the edge of the table, a book in hand as you look at him.

Tilting your head at his state, "are you okay?" You notice he was always sighing, his shoulders slumped as he 'reads' his books.

His face goes even red if possible as he shakes his hand on the air, flustered, "y-yes! Just worried about the finals that's all!"

You raise a brow at this, not buying his excuse as you point at the book he was reading just now. "You do know you're reading the book is upsidedown, right?"

He awkwardly laughs, making you sigh but smile at him nevertheless.

"O-oh, I think you're right."

—

Today would be the day he would confess to you, he plans to do it in the library when you two met up and he asked White Lily to leave you two alone for the day. Of course, she gives him a good luck before heading back after classes are done.

Walking over to the library, he can help but feel nervous but also happy to finally be able to express his feelings for you all this time.

Poor him, he was very lovesick over you and when it was time you would usually arrive, you didn't and that made him worry a bit. Did something on the way here?

Just as he was going to stand up, he hears rapid footsteps coming towards him as he looks up to see you running at him, a big smile on your lips did not go unnoticed by him.

"Pure Vanilla, guess what happened!" You says excitedly, jumping slightly as he smiles.

"I just got asked to a date! To a cafe out in the city!"

He froze, he felt his whole world come to a complete stop as he stares at you.

"That's why I was a bit late, he asked me out for Saturday to hang out and stuff."

You sit down as he does the same, a bit shocked.

He's quiet as he hats your rambles about being excited and nervous about what to wear.

Your face lights up, "oh! What did you want to talk about with me?" He could see the smile he always loved to see but he had no heart to confess now how he saw how excited you were about your upcoming date with another cookie.

"..I wanted to ask if you wanted to study today this weekend but it seems like you already plans." He lies as you frown.

"I'm sorry, we can always reschedule. How about on Sunday? I'm not busy that day."

He nods his head, "sure, but if you can't come that's fine as well."

You smile at him, feeling a bit guilty about making plans with another person when Pure Vanilla wanted to hang out with you.

"Great! We can meet up at my house!" You look away from, not noticing how he looked away from you, his eyes casting downwards as he looks at the tickets of a movie he wanted to watch with you.

'It's fine, as long as she's happy.'

a/n: finally getting this out of my drafts, it's been so long ;;

[levihantrash]

Priorities

For Levihan week Aug 2021 Day 2 prompt: confessions

Also based on a cute ass tumblr prompt by @sanothebreadpup <3 hope you like it!!

Summary: It’s been a while since Hange wanted to confess, but their to-do list was too goddamn long. Erwin suggested going to Levi for advice on managing prioritises. Instead, they asked Levi if he wanted to bake… for a titan.

note: no smut but lots of spicy poetic touching

cross-posted on ao3 🤪

-----

Hange wanted to confess. It had been months since they knew that their best friend status with Levi could potentially be tweaked to include just a bit more romance, and they knew they had to be the one to take that step. As much as Levi was quick-witted on the battlefield, he wasn’t quite the risk-taker in ordinary settings. In fact, Hange figured Levi would sip tea beside them until he was greying and would probably be as content with the arrangement.

Hange wanted to confess, but their to-do list was too goddamn long.

Out-of-the-blue, though characteristically charismatic, Erwin gave the soldiers a pep-talk on how they need to know what to prioritise (i.e., humanity's victory).

Inspired, though the speech’s intended audience was clearly for new recruits, Hange tried to prioritise their tasks. Within a day, they got overwhelmed, the list being more of a reason for delay than for action. Moblit, well-meaning as always, tried to get Hange to focus on one at a time but that was unthinkable to them. One at a time meant that the confession would never happen. There was too much to research. Too much at stake. Too much for one inconsequential confession.

Unknowingly, Erwin saw Hange wringing their hands, muttering to themselves in the dining hall.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just can’t prioritise the important stuff,” Hange grumbled. Perking up at the mention of priorities, Erwin advised Hange to seek Levi’s guidance.

“Levi only does one thing at a time once he sets his heart on it.”

Eager for a chance encounter with someone they technically already hung out with on most days, Hange asked Levi for help. More accurately, in perhaps the most roundabout manner, they asked Levi if he wanted to bake… for a titan.

“For research,” Hange said, almost convinced by their own performance.

“You can do that yourself,” Levi said reasonably.

While starting a task was horrendously difficult, Hange was not one to give up once they began on one.

“You’re the only one here who can bake.”

Eyes narrowed, arms folded, Levi was not buying the compliment. He had a pile of papers left to read. Hange’s whims could be settled by someone with more well-matched interests and time management.

“Go ask Petra.”

Hovering nearby with another paper for her captain to sign, Petra noticed Hauge's crestfallen face.

“It’s not about the baking being done but who Hange is doing the baking with,” Petra whispered, as discreetly as she could.

"I'm busy," Levi said, loud enough for Hange to hear, heedless of Petra’s input.

“Alright.” Hange sighed, internally fuming that they should’ve found a more legitimate excuse. Bluff out something like Erwin’s orders. Levi followed Erwin’s orders without question. Hange’s requests were dealt with more scepticism. Not that Hange had the best track record of requests.

In the end, Hange prepared the baking supplies, because even if titans couldn’t stomach cake, it was an experimental endeavour. Practically speaking, they could give some baked goods to the juniors. Maybe even gift some to Levi.

Stumbling into the kitchen with too many ingredients in hand, they found Levi leaning against the entrance looking positively sullen. Upon spotting Hange, his face morphed into a more acceptable, neutral expression, nodding towards them.

"I thought you were busy!"

Levi shrugged, grabbing some of the ingredients from their arms. "I was. Didn't you want to bake?"

“I guess?”

The sudden change of mind was too abrupt for Hange to wrap their head around. A hopeful glow had unfortunately begun growing in them. Levi was being exceptionally nice today. No doubt that he was usually nice. Just not will-bake-for-your-titans kind of nice.

"Erwin said that you are really good at prioritising tasks,” Hange said, slowly digging through the cabinets for the utensils.

"Huh. Let me guess—he wants you to learn from me."

Hange scratched their head absent-mindedly. "He did tell me to ask you."

"I'm not actually very good at sticking to a task,” Levi admitted, wondering where in hell Erwin got the idea that he was focused. If he were, the paperwork would have been submitted, instead of lying around, flapping aimlessly in the wind before Petra (and Oluo) offered their generous help. He refused—every time. Levi was simply good at keeping a blank face and reporting to Erwin that he needed more time, which Erwin must have mistaken as a sign of seriousness than a sign of procrastination.

“You are! You finished work before coming have, didn't you?”

Levi didn’t breathe out a word, silently pouring through the book of recipes.

"What do you want to bake?"

Hange didn’t mind his lack of response, pondering over his poor cover-up question. "Something easy. What about bread?"

"Bread isn’t easy."

Difficulties translated into the promise of adventure for Hange. Pumped up, Hange prodded at the picture of an unremarkable loaf of chocolate banana bread.

"Let's do it anyway!"

“Suit yourself.”

-----

The small touches were the ones that were hardest to ignore. Hange felt the accidental-deliberate brush of Levi’s elbow when he reached over to choose an ingredient. Other times, he guided their hand with the right amount of strength for stirring the batter. His fingers over their stirring hand were firm and reassuring.

“You’re stirring too fast,” Levi said patiently.

“You’re distracting me,” Hange replied half-heartedly.

“Oh, am I?” The fingers left Hange’s hand. Just as Hange was about to lament their moment of folly in allowing that to happen, the fingers reached out towards their face. Forcing in a breath, Hange felt Levi’s thumb rub out a chocolate stain at the side of their lip.

“How did the chocolate get there?” Levi murmured, more to himself than to them.

“I was snacking on some of the chocolate bits a while ago…” Hange said cheekily, licking the side of their lips only to realise that Levi’s thumb was still there. Their tongue brushed his finger, and in that contact, Hange was ready to collapse from self-generated sexual tension.

Though his eyes widened noticeably, Levi quickly resumed his blasé expression. Rubbing the rest of the stain out, he walked to the tap to wash his hands. There was some hesitation, before he hurriedly turned on the tap, letting the water run for two seconds over his hands before going back to his position next to Hange.

Unsure as to whether to be offended or pleased by the sight of Levi cleaning the evidence of their encounter with such carelessness, Hange busied themselves with breaking eggs and separating yolk. If it had been Levi with a finger lined with fudge, Hange would’ve licked it spotless. With permission, of course.

To pay him back in kind, Hange plotted their own routine of touch as well. The touches became bolder, starting innocently enough. From casually brushing away hair that was poking Levi’s eye, to going behind Levi who was busy slicing up bananas and placing both hands on the counter. Their arms were now on either side of him, conveniently taller than him so that their head could peer right over his shoulder. The cutting didn’t cease—it only got more rapid, the bananas becoming neat circles in a matter of seconds. Hange let out an impressed whistle, hands not leaving the counter.

“Stop distracting me.”

“Oh, am I?”

One drop of the knife, and a swift turn later, Levi found himself staring straight into Hange’s bright, beautiful, heavily eye-bagged orbs.

"Hange, do you know why I'm in the kitchen at 2am baking for some shit-brained monsters?"

“Titans don’t have—”

“Because I have priorities.” Levi interrupted, not allowing Hange to clarify what the physical anatomy of titan subjects entailed.

Hange blinked, maintaining an oblivious exterior. “Your priorities include titan research?”

“You know what I was going to say.”

“Somewhat. I want to hear you say it out loud, though.”

Grimacing, he concentrated his gaze on Hange’s collar instead. Skin flushed, collarbones peeking out mischievously. Bad idea.

“You little shit.”

Their laugh was quieter, milder than the ones they let out on other days. “My favourite little shit! So what are your priorities?”

“Wiping the blades. Cleaning the toilet. Dusting under the tables. Doing laundry. Having enough tea. Baking with a scientist who thinks—”

Hange pressed a gentle hand on his mouth. “I get it.”

“Which part do you get?” Levi asked, enjoying the fact that when he moved his lips, they grazed Hange’s palm. How would it be like to replace that hand with their mouth?

“That you like me.” Hange grinned, tugging Levi by the straps of his apron just a bit closer.

An unexpected flash of clumsiness made Levi knock down the bag of flour, spilling it onto the floor. The fall clouded up the vicinity in white dust. Gaining confidence with obscured vision, Hange held the back of Levi’s head, tracing his undercut, admiring how his immaculately combed hair had come undone. An attractively dishevelled mess. Hange was in no hurry. Yet.

Levi, in a spur of restlessness, looked up at Hange questioningly. Eyeing their faint smirk, he tilted his head sideways, watching carefully for any sign of reluctance. An impatient “are you going to kiss me or not” from Hange; a straightforward command was what he needed to hear. No time was wasted pulling Hange into an urgent, searing kiss. Backed against the counter, hands cupping Hange’s face, Levi devoured the sensation. The taste of sugar, fruit, flour, and chocolate clung onto the entwinement, as Hange breathily pressed up against him. Erwin had warned them both. Love in the military meant the threat of loss. The possibility of sorrow. As he felt the rumble of Hange’s satisfying groan beneath his lips sending an unprecedented warmth through his body, he was certain. He would have loved Hange whether he kissed them or not. Death would happen, whether or not Hange rubbed his waist in soothing, awe-inspiring strokes. Right now, he would die in absolute bliss.

To be honest, Hange would’ve been disappointed if they didn’t end up fucking, or at least, aggressively kissing eventually. Erwin’s advice was only a stronger reminder that Hange was never one to be conservative. They loved Levi, as a comrade, as a friend, as the person whom they would kill for, if it meant saving his life. Still, having Levi sneak a hand into the bareness of their back, sucking their neck with a hot tenderness that made their head spin, they knew that chastity and platonic hugging could not be the only option.

“We should’ve done this sooner,” Hange said, peeling away his jacket.

“Couldn’t tell when the right time was,” Levi said, starting on the buttons of Hange’s shirt.

The door creaked open.

“This is your idea of asking Levi for help?” Erwin said, a thick eyebrow raised as he surveyed the mess.

With some willpower, he stopped unbuttoning Hange’s shirt. Lightly pushing Hange away, Levi straightened up, less than pleased with the interruption.

“Erwin, you better have something worthwhile to say if you—”

“I’ll clean this up.” Erwin, fully recovered from his shock, was beaming.

“Huh?”

“It’s about time,” Erwin said, with the proud sincerity of an unwitting matchmaker, gesturing towards the door.

“We owe you one, Erwin!” Hange waved at him on the way out, while Levi cast him a grateful, wary glance. With his hand was secure on their back, and Hange’s arm wrapped around his shoulders, there was no care for an audience. Only the smell of baked goods and unfinished business fuelled their steps towards a private space. A place where they would end up in each other’s arms—spent, sweaty, and deliriously at peace.

[kfczingermeal]

Hello, how are you? I saw your foster au and I realized that when you said The Little Prince 2012 you were referring to the 2010 animated series :0000 I saw it too and I like it so much so far, it's exciting to see that someone on tumblr remembers itcan you talk more about your au? Did you see the third season of the series? greetings :D

Hi hello!!! Living in Wales the third season was never AVAILABLE to me and I can't even find the first two since they've been taken from Netflix :( I'm so glad someone else loves the 2010 version!

About my au, I think the dream happened because I sat there for a good 20 minutes once trying to figure out where he actually came from?? Originally I made up that he was like from this warrior/magician planet thing (is it magic? The magic notebook and sword??) , and the planet was the first to be destroyed by the snake and it like...kills everyone including his parents which is why he's trying so hard to stop him jwkqoq.

Anyways, in my new au he's a 14 year old foster kid :)) with some angsty background. As of now he's living with snake, (who may or may not be part of a gang), in his shitty apartment where he's left alone alot. He takes care of the food shopping and stuff when snakes gone using money he earns from babysitting the little girl (for the life of me I can't remember her exact name let's just go with Clara or something), after school and weekends. Sometimes he just shows up to hang with her because she's like a nerdy little sister to him!

At school his grades were 📉📈📉📈📉📈 for a couple of years when he was younger due to him moving through different families and losing motivation to do anything. The past two years he's been taught by the pilot though have shown how smart and creative he is, and he's bonded with the man in the process.

Sometimes he stays behind after school to help the pilot (Mr Pilote)/the janitor(Mr Prince. Nope! They're not related) clean up. They try and shoo him away because it gets late but they don't know that he's actually trying to avoid going home:')

Snake doesn't physically abuse him, but is really threatening and manipulative and neglectful and tells him things that make him feel disgusting about himself.

He LOVES flowers! He often goes to his local flower shop to buy himself a bouquet for his bedroom for the colour. The owner is a man that's been dubbed "fox", for the colour of his fiery red hair. They actually met when Prince was alot younger, around 6-7, and Fox is the one Prince runs to when another family gives him up or he needs advice or patching up. Fox has watched Prince disappear for a little while, pop up one day a little bit older and a bit more wary, and then continue the cycle.

He finds it funny that his little apprentice has got her eye on him, due to Prince having the social awareness and self preservation of a fucking spoon. But yeah everyone loves prince! He's super popular without being POPULAR yk?? He's just vibing along, being liked while knowing he has no enemies.

(Apart from a gloomy looking group of bullies but they're always weak and over run and Prince is never bothered by it)

In the end the pilot does find out about his home life and such and fosters then adopts him properly, but it's fun exploring the possibilities!!

Prince has a couple scars here and there that he's a little self concious of, but he tries not to think about them anymore.

If you want more lmk!! <3

[whaleofatjme1920]

- I try my best to see the good in everyone, but sometimes I can loose my temper and say jumbled up words or say things that sting. - My favorite color so far is purple but sometimes it pink or blue. - I just want to please the person I'm with, and be in a relationship that I know will be loyal. - I get really anxious around people, especially new people, I just don't show it.- I'm a bit of a workaholic, which sometimes leads to burn outs. 💜👻

Your matchup is… Masky!

Read more because of slight nsfw at the bottom

In general:

Alright first thing’s first tumblr sent these in a whole jumbled broken up thing so I ended up just referring to what you sent me on quotev lmfao. ALSO ALSO, I KNOW you are a certified Toby simp BUT, I took one glance at what you sent me and my head went MASKY. Do you need to trust the process with me? Absolutely. Am I going to explain why in depth? OH ABSOLUTELY

Things he likes about you:

SO, the first thing I thought about when pairing you with Tim was actually just looking at literally everything you said, like in my head? It was just screaming Masky. What does he like about you? Everything! You are such a sweet, thoughtful, and kind human being based on both our interactions as friends and in the essay you sent me. I like to think that Tim is definitely into your type of music, and he would absolutely love your music. He would also really love your art, regardless if you think you’re good at it or not. He can’t actually draw that well at all, I’m talking stick figures here, so he’d love to see what you have created just to fawn over it. He also kinda likes that you're a wallflower? Mostly because he’s such a big protector, y’know? He also likes how altruistic you are, especially by trying to find the good in everyone. He also understands what it’s like to not like something after experiencing it irl, so he totally gets your want for backing out. Furthermore, he also likes your slight daredevil spirit because highkey he can’t have that stuff all the time, so once and a while would be really nice just to lighten the mood. He also really likes that you’re into photography! Which leads me to…

General cute stuff:

Photography dates! The kinds where the two of you just take off into the beauty that is nature and just have fun together. While out and about in the world, he would take note of the more beautiful and scenic places just so he could take you there later and see your reaction alongside what kind of pictures you’re going to take and what light you’ll put them in! I also think beach dates are a thing that’s going to happen because Tim doesn’t actually like spending time inside ngl. He’d also really like to listen to your music and just cruise around in the car with you, just enjoying even being in your presence because I like to think Tim is really SOFT. He’s also more of a reading guy than drawing or writing so he’d probably have those days where he’s just hanging in the room with you, not doing much, just existing and once again, enjoying your presence. Like, I can definitely see him just hanging out on the couch with you as you type away or doodle or something. He just loves those soft moments!! Literally just let this man hang out with you. It would be perfect in his opinion. He’d also find you purple flowers. If he saw them just out and about they’re now yours. Bouquets, just other things in purple, pink and/or blue just to make you smile. This man is the king of gift giving so like, be repeated to always have gifts from him whenever he sees you.

You two as a couple & NSFW:

Tim is just one of the most understanding, sweetest people ngl. He is so patient and understands that when you’re anxious, maybe he just needs to take the lead for a moment. He can totally do that, will do that, just tell him you’re not comfortable with him doing that and he will respect your boundaries 100%. Furthermore, I can also see Tim being a workaholic as well! It’s just,,,,, it just looks “right” imo. But, he’s always got the best interest of those he loves in his head first and foremost, and he WILL make you take some breaks every now and then. If you’re going through burnout, he gets it, and he’ll do whatever he possibly can just to make you feel a bit better and more inspired. Please for the love of the gods let this man take care of you. He knows that you want to make people comfortable and happy but he won’t let you go too far that you can’t come back. It’s not that he’s controlling you or anything, it’s just that he truly has your best interests in mind and won’t allow you to spread yourself thin. If you call yourself a disappointment or think you are one, he’s always there to pick you back up and remind you that you are loved, cherished, supported, and a damn good writer! Luckily Tim is also a king at dealing with stubborn individuals so he’s just gonna slyly take things from you like, “let me handle this” and you won’t even realize he’s doing it. He does it for his proxies, and he’s doing it for you too. Just let him take care of you please!! Let him hold you and tell you how beautiful he thinks you are!! Just let him adore you. Thank you.

Alright slight NSFW but that’s only because I saw one kink and it was praise! Tim is just a chef’s kiss at what it means to dish out praise (He’s also good at degradation but because that’s not here-). Because I don’t know what type of sex you like, rough, sweet, etc. I’m just gonna default to vanilla cute stuff. So, y’know, once again, wholesome sex that makes your heart go BOOM he’d just so lovingly take care of you throughout the entire thing. Lots of gentle, fleeting touches, putting your pleasure first and foremost, making you feel like a goddess all the while complementing every part of you and especially how well you take him! Tim isn’t small at all, he’s thick, long and pretty veiny, so the feeling of being stuffed may or may not happen ;) but he’s so sweet and gentle, praising you when you finally take him all in. Like literally just let this man take care of you on all fronts PLEASE

Closing Thoughts/Other Stuff:

Yeah big agree with Tim here take care of yourself please!! I see that with your Pisces moon and as a fellow INFJ. Never spread yourself thin!! You’re such an amazing writer and you’re so sweet as a human being like you are a national treasure! Never ever let anyone dictate your worth, your skill in both writing and drawing, or anything else because you don’t deserve that. You deserve everything and more, no I am not taking questions. Anyways, I know you’re a certified Toby simp but like,,,,, I just saw Masky and absolutely ran with it. Besides, while I do think you could work with him and even Hoodie and Jane to some degree, I think Masky won out because no one cares like that man does, and you seem to need that gentle, wholesome love rn - but I am speculating so sooooo,,,,, Genuinely, you are such a sunshiney human being and Tim NEEDS that light in his life. Why don’t you come and shine it on him?

[brideofcthulhu10]

Eek! I requested but tumblr was being dumb, so I dunno if you got it or not! I remember it though! - I'm happy to have made your day! I relate to you on the insomnia, especially sleeping at 4 am. I hope you get some sleep! I think I just need some fluff right now, (it's 4:19 am and I'm playing with my piercings while reading and listening to music, so perhaps something involving the insomnia we share? I dunno) and who better to be fluff with than Marko? Right? The boy just needs some love 🥺❤️

Sounds perfect! I just so happen to have some perfect fluff in my handy dandy notebook!

MARKO FLUFF

Marko is my sweet baby, I adore him, I'll take any excuse to write more about him!

Marko gets a tad fidgety before bed, very similar to a toddler with that sudden burst of hyper just before the sun comes out. He'll take a good few hits of Paul's wacky tobacky to curve his energy. He knows the sun is rising, he should be tired... but he can't help it, his mind is going a million miles an hour! The best way to describe it is a loopy kind of tired, he'll usually either get giggly, or try to keep the other boys from falling asleep so he's not awake alone, or start asking the most ridiculous questions. Just hanging upside down in the cave with his hands behind his head as something will randomly pop in his head

"Psst, Paul. Paul. Hey man, you still awake?"

"Yeah dude, what's up?"

"Do you think pigeons get nightmares?"

"I dunno... maybe? Probably I guess. Like cats and stuff?"

Cue David in the most half asleep, mumbled monotone he can muster through his teeth.

"I'm going to give you two ten seconds to shut the fuck up and go to sleep"

He does secretly miss the sunset, the way it used to light up the whole sky in fire. It's one of the few things he misses about being human. Thankfully with the plethora of cinema now he can be content with watching movies. The beach waves really help him sleep, it's something he could never be bored with. The seagulls trying best in their cave, that gets old quick. When he first turned he would still try to peek at the sunset, but of course any glimmer of sunlight would char his undead skin. Cue him sulking for a few hours in the cave, arms crossed with a pouting lip.

Wrestling is pretty common amongst the 4 boys when bored out of their skulls. Marko is quick with a headlock, laughing like an idiot when Dwayne lifts him by his belt and flings him over his shoulder. Doesn't stop him from flying onto the ceiling then dive bombing Paul. Noogies for all, beware! Four teenage guys under one toppled, hole filled roof? Roughhousing will ensue, and furniture is not against the rules. Well, really there are no rules at that point. 

"Dudes, boardwalk's having a movie night we gotta go!" Waves flyer as he runs into the cave, leaves out the part he only found it because the wind slapped it up against his head on his way back from a food run. He'll beg to go, which doesn't take much convincing since it always got slower around winter time. Popcorn is a must, and he'll plop down in the comfiest spot. It's gotta be just right, middle not too close, not too far away. Definitely one to shush you if you try talking over his favorite scenes. His favorite movie is probably either Aliens or Who Framed Roger Rabbit. Who doesn't love cartoon violence? I absolutely picture him being a secret scifi nerd, like loving all the futuristic space stuff , "buying" tabloids with the most ridiculous titles (ie "I Married a Wolf Man"). He's not really a conspiracy theorist or anything, but he's definitely curious what else could be out there

When Chinese food grows old, his next favorite food is a good, classic burger. Honestly he's a bit of a foodie, he loves trying whatever weird concoction they have brewing on the boardwalk. He'll ride down to the nearest burger joint and order a chocolate shake and a double bacon cheeseburger with chili fries- hold any garlic. He'll of course get something for everybody, carrying a little scrap of paper with the various requests. You don't tell him what you want, fine it'll be a surprise. Paul of course has to steal some fries, to the point that Marko will get him an order even if he says he doesn't want any.

"My fucking fries count as wanting fries, man."

Believe it or not he does read when bored, but even better if someone reads to him. Hopeless romantic is too strong a word, but he does secretly wonder about how it'd be to have a mate. Laying on their lap, listening to them read aloud while playing with his hair. The thought always makes him smile. His favorite book is Lord of the Flies, second being The Crucible, it makes him wonder if there really are witches. He figures if vampires exist, why not other things? David is the first to dismiss said questions. It's not like knowing would make much a difference, he's content with what they already know. Fair enough, but he still keeps his little questions locked in his own mind. On lazy nights he'll lounge on a torn up couch with his feet propped up zoning out to a good read, sinking until he's practically being eating by the cushions. He'll definitely fall asleep on the couch with the book covering his face if you leave him there

Red hands is a favorite boredom game he'll challenge Paul to. Rock, Paper, Scissors was too predictable. Both are pretty evenly matched and snicker like idiots every time to other flinches. Lots of cussing whenever they lose, and you bet they count flinching as a reason to lay down a quick SMACK!

"Two for flinching!"

"It's only one you ass!"

Eventually try to challenge Dwayne to it and pester him until he agrees, only become increasingly frustrated when he repeatedly loses. When he finally gets a hit in, he definitely gets over excited and it's like being slapped by a bear. They've since stopped bugging him to play. Paul was ballsy enough to try and challenge David, and Marko had never seen him move so fast. Paul lost five times in a row and just rage quit by that point.

[nightglider124]

Sentence Prompt 53: "I'm his best friend" Jake-Mari Grayson sibling fluff

so, this was a lot better before I had to rewrite it thanks to tumblr not actually saving the draft when I clicked save draft. Fml. At the least the bulk of it was saved >.

But ANYWAY, let’s forget how shit tumblr can be and… 

Cute!! Sibling fluff is always gewd.

“I’m his best friend”

Mar’i sat there, across from her parents simply glaring at the wood of the table between them.

They’d been angry and disappointed when they had learned what happened at school but she had her reasons. In her eyes, no wrong had been done so she wasn’t completely sure why she was sat at the table with them; a place that had always been associated with her and Jake getting scolded for something bad they had done.

She scuffed her toe against the carpet, still dress in her school uniform. Her lips were pouted and her brows were furrowed as she kept her green eyes on the table.

“Mar’i.” 

She cringed at the sound of her father’s stern voice. When it came down to it, her mother was the more feared parent whilst her dad had always tended to let her get away with more stuff. But, not this time. 

This time she was in trouble.

Unreasonably, she thought, but still in trouble.

Meekly, Mar’i lifted her head to look at him. He looked haggard from a long day at the precinct. His blue shirt was wrinkled, tie loosened and he still had his holster strapped over his shoulders. 

He narrowed his blue eyes at her before running a hand through his hair.

“Do you wanna explain why I got a call from your mother today at lunchtime?” He asked, “Telling me how the school had called and you were waiting to be picked up from the principal’s office after being issued a 3 day suspension for fighting?”

“It wasn’t fighting!” Mar’i quipped, before turning her head and said under her breath, “a fight would require someone who actually knows how to hit back which he did not…”

“Mar’i!” Kory snapped, angry with her daughter’s flippant behaviour, “This is unacceptable.”

“We’ve told you about getting mad at school. Your powers… if you hit that boy too hard, he could have been in the hospital.”

“But he wasn’t! I didn’t hit him that hard!” She protested,

“You shouldn’t have hit him at all.” 

“He was an idiot.”

“He is 2 years younger than you, Mar’i.” Kory told her, 

Mar’i slouched in her chair, feeling chastised. They didn’t get it and why would they?

“His mother was furious when I came to collect you. She was helping him with the nosebleed you gave him.” She muttered,

Dick watched as Mar’i simply sat there and deeply exhaled, “Look, we know you’re not a troublemaker, starshine… but you can’t just go around hitting kids you might not like.”

She gritted her teeth and snapped her head up, “It wasn’t that! I-I…” 

Mar’i dropped her head and took a breath, not really wanting to go into details. 

Dick was thoughtful and knew that tone of hers. She wasn’t telling them something. He exchanged a glance with Kory who also looked concerned rather than annoyed now.

His wife reached out her hand to rest atop of their eldest’s one, “Mar’i?” She said, her voice soft, “Is there a part of this story you are not telling us?”

“It doesn’t matter. You won’t believe me anyway…” Mar’i murmured, upset,

Dick frowned, “We will if it’s the truth and you know me and mom always know when someone is telling the truth or not.”

Mar’i slowly lifted her head to look at them, “You promise?”

They nodded and waited for her speak. Mar’i sighed and cast her eyes down at the table again, “… Jake is being bullied at school.”

“What?” The two said in unison, shock written all over their faces,

Jake hadn’t been showing any signs of being bullied. He’d only just made that recent leap from elementary to middle school. They hadn’t been worried about him making friends; Jake was usually very bubbly and making friends came easy to him. Besides, he had Mar’i there for the first year. He had  seemed so happy with his new school.

“Are you sure? Dick wondered,

She narrowed her eyes at him, “Of course, I’m sure dad…” She took a breath and continued, “Lately, I’ve noticed him being quieter than usual… he’s been hanging out by himself and eating alone at lunch… then at school, I saw he had little bruises on his arms and I got worried…”

Her mother and father remained silent, merely listening to what Mar’i told them,

“So, today… I followed him during break… I saw this stupid little kid shove him against the lockers and saying all these horrible things to him about our family and Jake himself…” Mar’i shook her head, “He even stole his lunch money!”

Kory’s eyes turned sad, finding herself sad to know her son was getting picked on.

“The bell went just after that and they both went off to class… and… I was so mad.” She paused, “Then, when lunch came, I went into the cafeteria and I saw Jake sitting on his own, looking so miserable and… I hated that this boy had done that to my little brother… I noticed the bully was sitting on the other side of the room so… I did something about it.”

She squared her shoulders and sighed, “I went straight up to him and punched him in his stupid face… he fell to the ground and looked pretty terrified but I told him that if he ever came near my little brother again then I’d do worse.”

“Mar’i-”

“That’s when the principal pulled me out and took me to his office.”

“Does Jake know you did that?”

Mar’i nodded, “He was right there… he must have seen… but when I was being taken away, I looked and he was gone… I think he’s mad at me for getting involved,” She admitted, sadly slumping her shoulders.

Dick and Kory exchanged glances, unsure of how to deal with the situation. They didn’t want to teach their daughter that violence was the answer to a bad situation but they also didn’t want her to think she couldn’t look out for her brother.

“I-I… know it was wrong… but… none of us even knew he was getting bullied and I don’t know if he’d have told us either…” She furrowed her eyebrows sadly and looked off to the side, “I go off to high school next year and… I’m so afraid to leave him… I think for now, it will stop but… what if I’m not there to help him and it gets worse? He won’t have anyone to protect him… and you’ve always taught us that family comes first…”

Her parents stared at her with sad expressions, Kory’s eyes watering a little at how protective she was of their son and it reminded her of what she’d always missed out on with her own sister. But, she saw herself in Mar’i with her own little brother. 

“I just… don’t want anyone to hurt him like that… I’m his best friend… and without me there, looking out for him… I’m worried what will happen…” Mar’i murmured, sitting lower in her chair,

Dick felt a pang in his chest and looked at his wife who had her head tilted, silently telling him that Mar’i was only trying to help and do what she thought was best.

He sighed, “Mar’i…” He began, “I know it would have been hard to see your brother go through that but, you can’t just beat the kid up, sweetheart. You should have come to us first or a teacher.”

“I know… I’m sorry…”

Kory gently elbowed her husband and he shot her a glare before he cleared his throat, “However…” He paused, Mar’i lifting her head to look at him, 

“We are proud of you for trying to do what’s right… you knew that something bad was happening to Jake and like the good big sister you are… tried to fix it.”

Mar’i blinked, “Really?”

Kory nodded, “Although your method was skewered… the intent to help was there.”

“Thanks.”

“No more hitting bullies though.”

“I promise… sorry…” Mar’i explained before eyeing them, “so… what now?”

Dick ran a hand through his hair and glanced at Kory, “I think we need to have a talk with Jake about all of this… and we’ll need to call the principal tomorrow for a little chat to explain what’s really been going on…”

Kory nodded.

Mar’i sat up and gently asked, “So… am I getting punished?”

Her mom sighed and shook her head, “You know what you did was wrong… and besides, you are already suspended. That seems like punishment enough.”

She nodded quietly, accepting that.

“Now, off you go… you’ve got a lot of work to get done for the next 3 days you’re not in school.”

Mar’i slid off of her chair and made to leave before she blushed and sheepishly looked back at the two of them, “Um… can you guys not tell Jake about all the mushy stuff I said?” She shrugged, “I don’t want him teasing me about it.”

Kory laughed whilst Dick smirked and nodded, “Sure thing kiddo.”

She awkwardly smiled and bobbed her head, “Thanks mom and dad.”

Mar’i wandered through the dining room into the main room to grab her work before heading upstairs to her room. She felt a bit lighter after telling them the truth about the situation at school, and she hoped Jake would eventually come around and forgive her for fighting his battles and presumably embarrassing the heck out of him.

Whilst she was busy organizing her stuff to take up with her, the hallway was quiet with the exception of the clock ticking on the wall. There was a small silhouette of a boy, leaning against the wall just beside the door frame who had been listening intently to the conversation next door that had just transpired.

He smiled sadly to himself and let his shoulders drop, “Love you too, Mar’i…” He whispered before jogging up the stairs towards his bedroom, “best friend in the whole world…”

[maneaterwithtail]

The politics are the cough. the disease is flooding to chase the trend of personal brand building. Events and confusing communities and arguably the arrangement of the direct market itself. No simplicity and lots of expense with shakeup one after the other.

And some transparently business or out of story disrupting existing (in humans versus mutants)

Starting Marvel, as an example, is harder than figuring out where to come in on the Fate series. I mention this because Comics are often compared to manga and yet however convoluted in silly may get for the most part you buy one collection, or let's not kid ourselves pirate, or wait until an animated adaptation comes out realize that it's pretty much faithful, go back to the core comic and so long as you start from the beginning you can follow to the end. Even if it's based off of a visual novel chances are everything will progress from beginning to end. It's usually when that models messed up with that something becomes destructive and difficult to follow or deal.

Unlike with manga where if you're having trouble following where to start with, like the Fate series, you can at least enjoy the latest Nasu verse offering. especially if you can turn your brain off and just engage with one example. Or if you don't want to deal with that you can just go to an entirely different property from a similar publisher that scratches a similar itch.

Like the premise of America Chavez buts I think she did it wrong? Well it's not like you can just switch over to Champions because that's a mess as well along with Miles Morales Spider-Man and ms. Marvel or spider woman.

it's expensive, patchy, filled with all sorts of weird continuity that you end up having to buy just to start. As such only the dedicated fanbase could possibly tolerate it but that also is exclusive in the sense that it's so to them with a history that it feels kind of off-putting.

I like the comicsgate comics I have heard of. I can also understand why we try to move away from that. Such as very obvious p*** tracing. And so on. Yes supposed diversity has basically led to a similar story of we're here now we're going to f*** the status quo too strongly relating to the audience or the author's pandering.

But it's not just they're going to have a trans person in an announcement. Which is a pretty major character trait I imagine that they want to talk about that or include it in the announcement.

the discontinuity does not help you build upsetting characters characterization and Circumstance. This is what I mean you're following themes story and events building to something then a new author will come in and he or she will wreck all that up so that they can go in an entirely different direction. Okay maybe you don't like the homosexual overtones of Eddie Brock and Venom. Maybe you want to stick it to all the slash shippers on Tumblr. But they've been the people who been following the comic and there's been a multi-year build up with sleeper, Eddie Brock and Venom's son.

going no now Eddy has a son he doesn't know about. oh and he was in the car that killed a child and him and Venom hate each other? Basically says f*** that other story we're going back to this story because I liked it better when I was young and I like it this way. And this kind of hostility is constant with every Changing of the Guard which can happen almost every two to three years. This keeps happening right when things are starting to get good or conclusion is reached. this undermines any death any major event or twist especially when it's in the headlines as if it's going to be meaningful

we can't even engaged in the illusion that someone has a plan charting something out when it feels like it's always fly by the seat of the pants the slightest whim can blow off the direction. We know in our conscious nothing that happens matters or at the very least when things end and we don't move on to something else then realize that there was a change but it seems seamless. Or at the very least it's a damn good seem that makes a very likeable and unique and distinct quilt. Again comparing and contrasting with manga

basically constantly ragging on the Politics as if that's what's causing the problem as opposed to Poor practices is off. yeah the customer service is definitely a no-go. But let's not kid ourselves Fanboys started it

I can straight up say that if you had a book that was straight up gay. like it starred the gay couple that once was Rescued by Captain America including his childhood hero And they were joined by the gender-bending exiled courtesan. you know those girls that always hang around in the background of Thor comics and everybody talks about winching and all that stuff? What if we actually focus on one of them and we threw in some mythological deviant queerness with the idea that men who practiced a certain form of Witchcraft had to be ladies. Now in practice this often meant anything from cross-dressing to performing ceremonies with a freaking dildo. But this is Comics so instead I can just go with the idea that after he uses magic so much he can turn or does turn into a lady. At first it's inadvertent but then he Masters the power so much that can transform into any lady. So he can go from weak little nerdy witch man to a Vanir (super durable pretty strong) or she giant.

It gets even more so when apparently he can change not just to a generic woman but any specific one. so he can literally clone an individual lady alive or dead. If she's dead you can act as a vessel for her soul so effectively while he might be booted deep within he can resurrect anyone's female loved one. Until changes back. The Twist is that while he won a beauty contest to be one of Odin's many many side pieces due to the politics and sociology of the time and the setup Odin didn't like admitting that they were both men or equals. Now the crossdressing courtesan isnt necessarily the nicest person. In fact the number one thing that characterizes him is that he hates the alpha male warrior culture or at least what he perceives of the negatives of it of Asgard. But that doesn't necessarily mean that he provides a good alternative. This will be a total retcon. not only would this make Odin effectively bisexual -although it's long since established that it seems like he's banged about so much he has had a child with everyone but his wife- but the idea that Loki and Thor grew up exposed to this weird gender-bending courtesan who tried to compete with the affections of their Queen Mother just so that that way he could get ahead and hated showing the absolute loyalty and Devotion to Asgard seeking glory in battle and death as opposed to conniving Gatling favor and trolling for booty while having to serve drinks for the Warriors that came by and were celebrated in the castle Hall.

Probably make up all sorts of relationships with other lesser-known Danny's that haven't been as much part of Marvel Thor but are important or at least well-known for the tradition. I would also shamelessly ripoff @gumon and her take on Norse mythology. With giants that just naturally produce children whether male or female. anyway ignoring all the continuity just so I could bring in the mythology that I want I would have it so that he was ultimately exiled because he got set up on a failure assignment. He got assigned to the Blue Mountain the traveling planet or set of rocks now that was the home of one of the Warriors Three the blue guy well the guy who wears blue and looks kind of like Angus Khan

The entire point of this is to get a different eye view of the Marvel Universe. What was it like to be one of those disposable pin-up girls. What is the gay population in gay culture and gay people been doing and light of the world that's been invaded from the ground been in a Perpetual fight with remnants of terrorists from World War II. And of course how they've been in for you property and making their lives and how are they responding to the fact that New York finally recognizes their marriage and of course life in the Twilight years as a gay couple that's constantly facing mortality. Also with the usual hey I'm an immortal mystical being who's having to relearn how to be human after having lived a life with a God's but neither being loyal to them nor a particular loyal to my own people. Along with the issues of the shapeshifter gender Dynamics and identity and all other sort of things. Pretty damn gay book. But I read it

Kids like imitating what they see so ripping the idea that someone's going to take some of the more iconic X-Men looks and style themselves after them when they know that their mutant doesn't seem wrong. I like the idea that we're going to open with someone who manages an online community for mutants. I like the idea of Trailblazer I like the ladies thick and I like the fact that she has a more utility power that she's going to have to work with and around hopefully being clever though that backpack does run the risk of becoming the Omnitrix and having the solution for every problem that you need.

Basically I like the children of the atom a bit more than the whole lineup of the new Warriors. I think people really should give the characters a chance so if you're turned off by yet another set of incest siblings in Marvel ya no problem or argument here.

[datingadviceonreddit]

This will take time to read, but I seriously need some guidance.There's no other way to put it. I'm in love with my best friend. We are both females, both 19 years old. We've been best friends since we were about 14. I've liked her for almost this entire time. As far as I know, she's straight. And as far as she and everyone else knows, I'm also straight. I haven't come out, she's the only girl I've ever had these feelings for. I'm also attracted to men and I'm trying to date so I can lose feelings for her.Firstly I'll tell a bit about myself and her. I'm more masculine, but in no way do I identify as a male or a butch. I usually just wear a men's tshirt and hoodie, and a pair of sweat pants. This is just because I'm comfortable in this. I'm kind of shy, so I don't get touchy around any other friends. She is VERY beautiful, she's also had a kind of rough upbringing. She was kicked out of home at 16, where she moved in with my family and I which we live over 2000 kilometres away (I used to live down her way, we went to school together until I moved when I was around 16, she moved a year later). She recently moved back after living with me for two years after sorting things with her family. This was one year ago. She's very feminine, but she can also be a little sloppy and I like that!I'm just going to list some things below that she does or has done in the past.• She's very touchy, but I think she tries to do it discreetly, much like I do to her. For example she will grab me around the neck (jokingly haha) with her arms and kind of wrestle with me, and she full on wrestles too and she's setup her phone on record once (with my knowledge) and filmed us wrestling.. I would do that to capture some special moment or something, but that's just me. Anyone else? She always sleeps on my shoulder during long car rides and stuff, I don't think she does that with other friends. One time in particular recently, she rested her head on my lap when we were sitting on the couch watching a movie and asked me to play with her hair. I loved it, but it got me thinking. She also gets me to draw on her back.• She keeps my clothes. As I said, I usually dress in male clothes so I have a fair amount of comfy shirts and hoodies. She used to LOVE asking me if she could keep some. Even if I loved the item of clothing, I'd let her keep them. I liked her to have them. She would upload photos of herself in them, one photo in particular she uploaded a photo to Instagram and she was wearing my shirt she got a while before and the caption to the photo read "Haha aw, I still have it :)". But she didn't tell me about the photo or anything, so I don't know if she wanted me to realise she was meaning the shirt. I got to excited so I just started to look for other things in the photo that she could've been referring to, but honestly it was just a photo of her and I couldn't notice anything else.• This one is odd. So basically one time we were laying on a fold out bed together, we were just talking to my younger brother in a spare room. We weren't sleeping in the bed, just laying on it. We were kind of in the spooning position, but about two feet apart, so we weren't touching or anything. I think I was just annoying her and flicking her ear or something just messing around like a friend, something like that. Then we both just got up about 5 minutes later and left to each others bedroom. (We lived together at this point). Then within 20 minutes, someone had messaged me (without her knowing) some screenshots of some texts between this person (we'll call him Jake) and herself. She was telling Jake how we were just laying on the bed and that I was putting my hand on her hip and so she asked what do I want, and I apparently signified to go to the bedroom. I was so confused because none of that happened... why would she bring it up? I don't get it. She doesn't know till this day that Jake sent that to me, I was a little embarrassed so I just kept quiet. Also another time about a year later, she must've said something else to him again, and he asked me about it once again. She came up with this out of nowhere. Apparently she mentioned something about lesbians to me, and I 'went real funny and quiet'. I don't recall her ever mentioning anything... I know I would've got funny about it and remembered it because of my feelings. But it didn't happen... I don't know why she's making up these things.• This one was a while ago, but once we were sitting by the computer at my place just doing stupid stuff, and she decided to prop her phone up and just video ourselves talking and saying funny things. Towards the end of the few minute long video, she grabbed my face and gave me the biggest kiss on the cheek, almost like it was a big urge. I loved it but I just acted like it was normal and ignored it.• She lived an hour away from me at one point, we were about 15. She used to come and stay at my place every few weekends, she would get the bus for an hour to get to me. I'd usually really want her to stay longer so I'd be cheeky and convince her to stay for another night. She would tell me she has work the next day (part time job). But then she would ring up and say she can't make it, almost every second or third weekend. There's only one person I'd do this sort of thing for, and that's someone I'm desperate to spend time with.• About a year ago, she had just come back home from visiting her family at the other side of the country. I decided to sleep with her in her room that night (we used to sleep in each other's rooms sometimes) because I was happy she was back and wanted to hang out. I also had another friend visiting me that week who is also kind of friends with her, so we all decided to bunk into her bed together. I was on one side, my friend was on the other, and she was in the middle. Was very uncomfortable to say the least, lol. I was pretty tired so I decided I might go to sleep, so I put my phone down and shut my eyes. They were having conversations, and it kinda prevented me from going to sleep. As weird as it sounds I just fake slept because I was trying to sleep anyway, hahaha. Then I decided I'm gonna cuddle up to her and see what she does (she would've assumed I was doing it in my sleep, so it didn't bother me). I didn't want to do too much, just subtle things. I wrapped my arms around her arm, put my head on her arm or shoulder, put my head all the way up near her neck. It sounds weird, I know, but I just wanted to see her reaction! She would move after a few minutes to get comfy again so I had to move too. She was just having conversations like normal with my friend while I was doing this, she was just acting like it was normal. Then I seen flash through my eyelids haha, assuming she'd taken a photo of me. Just assumed she was gonna send me a snapchat of myself with a face filter or something. Then, they talked for a hour or two and then went to bed. I woke up the next morning and the my other friend was looking at her snapchats and she opened the photo of me, and it was captioned 'cute'. I didn't get the snapchat, so she mustn't have wanted me to see it.• Once I decided to go hang out with her in her room. At this time she only had a single bed because she had just moved in, so it was a bit squishy. We were just being funny and taking stupid photos of each other, but I had just laid on the edge of her bed because there was nowhere else. Somehow I slithered my way up onto the bed more and I was literally laying between her legs, but I didn't even realise at first. We were just laying messing around though, it wasn't anything sexual. I kind of was comfortable and of course I liked it, and she seemed to like it too. We weren't doing anything, I was just sitting there. But she didn't seem to mind, it would've been very uncomfortable but she didn't ask me to move or anything.• She sometimes mentions that she dislikes lesbians. But, I do that too. I know it seems like such a terrible thing to say, but I only do it to hide the fact that I have feelings for her. I wonder if she says it for the same reason.• I don't know if this is a lesbian thing, but she did watch all seasons of Orange is the New Black... just a thought ;). She also done a school assessment about gay marriage rights.• Back in the tumblr days, I was just going through some of my friend's blogs and stuff. I decided to have a look at hers, and I was just looking at her likes (which I remember once she was telling me how she thought they were private) and there was a hour something long lesbian porn video in there... I never mentioned it to her.Also, I'm getting a psychic reading from a VERY reputable psychic/medium in a few days. I'm a big believer in these things. I'm pretty much getting the reading for career advice and to connect with my grandmother. I was thinking, should I ask/hint about this subject to the psychic to try get answers? Do you think it could help me?So, let me know what you think. Do you think she feels the same way or a similar way? Let me know why or why not.That's all I can think of for now, if I can remember anything else I'll edit my post. Thanks for taking the time to read via /r/dating_advice