#a soft drive if you will

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

the wonders of an adhd: i still regularly forget my qpp's birthday despite knowing her for almost two decades, but 10+ years ago i memorized the lyrics of the ode to joy in german (i language i don't speak) and i can still sing them at the slightest provocation.

[fanaticalthings]

Jason being the easiest kid is super funny. Bruce looking at Jason and remembering Dick at 18: “we can work through this. He’ll come around if I don’t give up on.”

Bruce, watching over a freshly street-snatched Jason: Why is he so calm

Having Dick as the rambunctious, feral, and unhinged first child must've given him SO much whiplash once Jason entered the picture. Lil guy just vibed in his own world. Just reading books and doing schoolwork. Baby Jason hurt nobody.

Bruce will just be going over the ground rules of the manor, remembering all the chaos Dick brought upon the household.

Bruce: No swinging from the chandelier.

Jason: ?? I wasn't planning to?

Bruce: No murder.

Jason: What? That never even crossed my mind-

Bruce: And please, for the love of God, don't sneak out and try to beat up the nearest criminal on our block

Jason:

Jason: WHO is responsible for these rules being created??

Bruce will just come home from a long day of work. He's tired and just wants a nice, quiet evening, but he's subconsciously psyching himself up to prepare himself for the chaos he'll witness once he enters the manor

but then Jason's just quietly doing his own thing, maybe even helping Alfred with some chores, reading, or just lounging about in the manor. In general, just causing no trouble and Bruce just turns to Alfred, all worried like, "Is he sick? I don't think children are supposed to behave this way."

[bucksaiga]

When I feel extremely overstimulated, I take a soft blanket into a dark quiet room and I nap on the floor. So I was thinking about Autistic Tommy who never lets himself unmask, even at home and Buck finding a way to get him to unmask and not be so grumpy.

Tommy plops down on the couch and grips the remote by Buck’s side, turning down the TV without a warning.

Buck turns to Tommy, wondering why the TV is on bedtime volume (3) at 4PM.

“Hey wh—why’d you do that? I can’t hear the video.”

“Just put the captions on.” Tommy snaps, nose wrinkled at the TV.

“J—“ Buck relents with a sigh. “Okay.”

“I’m sorry, Evan. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I-I couldn’t even finish the dishes. I know it’s my night but…the sound of the water was irritating me and the soap felt like it was drying my hands up, and the feeling of wet food pieces.” Tommy scoffed. “I hate that.”

“It’s okay, babe.” Buck reassures. “You tired?”

“A bit, yeah. I’m just so irritated. I don’t know what’s going on with me. The sound of everything is pissing me off.” Tommy frowns.

“A nervequake.”

“What?”

“You’re experiencing a nervequake. It’s like an earthquake in your brain. Everything feels more overstimulating than usual, and I know exactly what to do.” Buck jumps up and starts running around the house.

Tommy watches in slight annoyance as Buck zooms through the house, making noise with his every movement.

He turns off the lights and the TV, sets a blanket on the floor, along with a small box, then returns with a drawstring bag.

Buck opens the bag and hands Tommy a pair of noise canceling headphones. “Put these on.”

“I don’t need them. I’ll be okay, Evan. I just need a break.” Tommy resists.

“You need some calming time. Otherwise you’ll be grumpy for the rest of the day.”

“I’m not grumpy.”

“You snapped at me about the TV 5 minutes ago.” Buck reminds him. “I-I got you cake.” Buck smiles.

“Yeah?” Tommy smiles back. “Can I have it?”

“You can have it on the blanket.”

Tommy groans. “Can’t I just eat it here?”

“Nope. C’mon.” Buck nudged. “I brought your favorite blanket out.”

“I don’t have a favorite blanket.” Tommy replies flatly.

“Yeah you do.” Buck argues. “Any time we’re in bed with that blanket, you hog it and snuggle up with it. It’s really cute.”

Tommy lets out an elongated sigh. “If it’s my favorite blanket…then why’d you put it on the floor?”

“You’re being difficult.” Buck pouts. “Just come have some quiet blankie time.”

“Blankie time?” Tommy narrows his eyes. “I’m not a child. I don’t need blankie time.”

“C’mon Tommy. You hardly ever let yourself unmask a-and just…let go. You just close up and you get grumpy when you’re overstimulated. O-or you go to bed upset without even saying goodnight. It’s hard enough that you have to mask at work or whenever we go out. This is supposed to be our safe space.”

“What do you want me to do, Evan? When I feel like this I just feel like punching something or crying or both. That’s why I go practice some Muay Thai or I sleep until the feeling goes away. I hate taking it out on you.”

“But there are other ways, too. Ways we can do it together if you want. We can have soft time. On the blankie.”

“Stop calling it a blankie.” Tommy frowns. “It’s silly.”

“So what if it’s silly? It’s okay to be silly. And soft. And a little childish too. If it makes you feel good. We’re home. It’s just us.”

Tommy smiles again, finally. “Okay. We can have soft time on the blanket.”

“Blankie?”

“Blanket.” Tommy insists. He stands and follows buck to the blanket and they eat their cake in silence.

Tommy puts the headphones on and lays down after finishing his cake.

He pulls Buck on top of him and runs his fingers through his hair.

“I like the way your hair feels. It’s so soft. It makes my fingers tingle.”

“I like the way it feels when you run your fingers through my hair.” Buck mumbles, being slowly lulled to sleep by Tommy’s touch.

Tommy is over the moon. The house is quiet and calm, his stomach is full, he has his beloved Evan’s soft hair in his hand and his warm body pressed against him.

“A-am I crushing you?” Buck worriedly asks.

“Yes.” Tommy replies. “Don’t move.”

“You like the feeling of me crushing you?” Buck huffs out a laugh.

“Mhm.” Tommy hums. “You’re my blankie.”

They both break out into a fit of laughter, eventually falling into an amicable silence.

His hand eventually fell from Buck’s hair and he began to softly snore.

Buck would have gotten up but Tommy had a fistful of the side of Buck’s hoodie.

Buck rolls the other half of the blanket over them and nuzzles into Tommy’s neck, eventually falling asleep in their soft, safe space.

[capturedbeauty]

[kenobion]

Andrew Garfield for Variety's Actors on Actors

[nutoka]

I wonder if it ever drove Rimmer mad that he couldn’t eat while he was a soft-light hologram.

Cus back in his childhood, he couldn’t have food unless he answered astro-navigation questions correctly. So I wonder if he went bonkers with insecurity because since he didn’t fix the drive plate correctly, he was then being punished with no food nearly permanently.

Yes, Rimmer can have hologram food, but is it the same? Plus we barely see him eat any food in soft-light mode except for one sandwich.

Or the other explanation is that when Rimmer was alive since he’s not used to having food unless he’s actively hungry so he doesn’t eat at all. So when he died, there is no hunger therefore no excuse to eat really.

But even though he doesn’t need to eat himself, he bears in mind that others do. Like in Marooned when Rimmer listed out available foods for Lister to eat and told him to pace himself. Also in Tikka to Ride, when the crew had to set up camp for the night in Dallas and he told Kryten to get food (even though he did cook a dead man they found on the street).

Whenever Rimmer gets a body temporarily, the first thing he does is eat something. Maybe because of the pent up hunger over the years or something I dunno. So I think when he finally got a hard-light body, he probably thought his probation was released and was no longer getting punished.

The man probably has a complicated relationship with food all his life leading to eating disorders and such. But I don’t think we see him eat at all after becoming hard-light after Legion except for sipping tea and that’s it.

[gray32x]

i think about this way too often

[ghost-bxrd]

Don’t mind me, I’m just ugly sobbing over these two like— 😭😭😭😭😭 Bruce honey what happened? You were such a good dad 🥺

[kruegerspillow]

“Words are no match” — a Nikto fan fiction.

Creator's note: I've taken quite a liking to Nikto, and I can't help but grief at the lack of fanfics that he deserves to have ! So here is a fic for you underrated Nikto lovers <3

Summary: In which Nikto comes back home after deployment, bringing not just himself, but a handful of gifts you've been wishing to have.

Genre: Pure fluff, I just love this man sm :,D

Warnings: None, no use of gendered pronouns, readers gender is not specified, brief mentions of blood and violence. Not proofread, and I'm writing this at 2 AM :3

Word count: 481

Another peaceful night.

Days, weeks, months has passed since you've seen Nikto. His touch still lingers on your skin, his pale blue eyes plastered into your mind like a koala clinging onto it's tree.

You quietly laid on the bed, exhausted after a long day of studying for your finals. You missed his presence, truly, he made things easier without even realizing it. Thoughts clouded in your mind, memories hitting against each other like bricks.

You've always thought to yourself, was his job really worth his life?

Just as you were about to dozed off, the familiar click of your front door echoed through the hollow rooms. Your eyes shot open, sitting up quickly as you catched a pair familiar eyes through the small gap between the door from your bedroom— Nikto.

You nearly squealed like a school girl, rushing back to your feet as you swung the door open. Rushing towards him, his arms wrapped around your small body— muscles relaxing as he lets out a small huff.

All of that fighting, the blood of living creatures— just to come home to you safely.

Your head muzzled to the crook of his neck, seeking his warmth desperately as the emotions of despair evaporated into the cold air. He chuckled with amusement, chest rumbling before he gave a small peck on your forehead. His mask hid most of his facial features, yet you can feel his smile radiating.

“Nikto,” his named rolled of your tongue, hands on his back as you kept him close to you.

“маленький голубь,” you heard him mutter underneath his breath— voice full of emotions.

The corner of your lip tugs into a warm smile, hearing his voice for the first time after months of loneliness. Suddenly, your eyes catched onto something behind him— letting out a small breath you didn't know you were holding, you pulled away for a brief second just to look up at his eyes.

His arm loosened up around you, looking down at you— seeming absolutely lovestruck to see you again.

“I've.. got something for you,” he murmured out, sounding more excited then you are.

You tilted your head to the side with curiosity, before giving him a small look that says ‘what?’ in such a manner that makes his heart aches. He smiled briefly beneath his mask.

He turned to the side slightly, just to see a handful of gifts— there were things that you have wished for inside of it.Your eyes sparkled with amusement and shocked, not expecting him to bring such a gift for you. Your eyes glanced between him and the gift, before your smile spreads wider.

“Nikto..” you sighed out. “Are you gonna be my new Santa Claus?”

He scoffs, shaking his head in amusement before giving you a small look. His gaze softened at the sight of you.

“Ah, ебать, don't even think of it.”

[kingkatsuki]

Bakugou groans when the fast food worker does a double take of him waiting in line at the Drive-Thru, the McDonald’s on the outskirts of Central Musutafu the only place open after two am.

He probably should’ve changed out of his hero costume before turning up to the restaurant, but when he received a call from you just before the end of his shift he knew it was an emergency. The adorable, sleepy lilt to your voice had him dropping everything in favour of sourcing nuggets in the early hours.

Only his pregnant wife could coax him away from his regular commute to pick up something that should satiate the cravings, thankful that somewhere was still open so he didn’t have to disappoint you with something from the local kombini.

Sending you a tired selfie with the bag safely in the passengers seat before making his way home to you🥺

[andy-clutterbuck]

Happy Valentine's Day

[wildsaltair]

get you a man who can do both

[capturedbeauty]

A beautiful body

A fantastic ASS

[thistableforone]

"...One actor is faster than the other. How do you coordinate that?” “You slow down”. (x)

[tomwambsgans]

tom's expressions as he stares up at greg in the safe room in 2x4

[invinciblerodent]

he really said "🥺" didn't he

i want to sink my teeth into him and shake him like a badly trained dachshund