#alive tate

[whosbloom]

Tate Langdon » Sweater Weather

day 6 of flufftober

⋆.˚ summary: the one thing he loves more than his sweaters is you

⋆.˚ fluff , alive!Tate, Tate being a lil cutie patootie , mutual pining , prob one of my fav fics so far

Tate was never one to share his sweaters, they were the one thing he always found comfort in. The warm feeling of the fabric hugging him was something he never wanted to share, especially when the temperatures dropped and sweaters began a necessity.

Though, that all changed when you came along.

Your friendship had started when you approached him at lunch, explaining you wanted to get to know him since he seemed to not talk to anyone.

He somewhat pushed you away at first, not wanting anyone pity for being a loner, but soon enough he ended up finding your presence comforting, even more than the knitted sweaters he wore on a daily basis.

You had discussed your struggles of dealing with bullying with him, reaching out and messed with the sleeve of his sweater. Usually he would have pushed you away, but he let you, enjoying the feeling of your fingers occasionally brushing against his hand.

If he saw you shivering he’d offer you a hug, engulfing you in his warm embrace, letting you steal the heat the sweater provided him.

And when the leaves would change color and fall on the ground, he found himself holding onto you a lot more, until he gave in and decided to give you the one thing he seemed to cherish most.

A striped green and black sweater.

“So, Tate, I was thinking that for Halloween this year we could hangout and watch some movies at my place? Then whatever candy my parents have left we can finish up.” You explained while walking down the street, one of your hands holding onto his arm, messing with the fabric of his sweater.

The cold air was bothering you, your thin shirt not providing any warmth once so ever. Of course that morning you didn’t think would be bad, considering it was rather warm when you exited the house.

He couldn’t tear his eyes off of you, hesitantly pulling his arm from your grasp and wrapped it around your shoulders, pulling you closer as he brought you along up the pathway of his house.

“You seriously need to invest in a jacket.” He mumbled out, an amused smile toying at his lips as he opened the front door for you.

���I don’t have the money right now, and my hoodies would have me sweating my ass off in the morning.” You chuckled lightly as you stepped inside, waving to Addy as you walked by her while heading upstairs.

He trailed behind you mindlessly, reaching forward and grabbed your hand, holding onto your fingers lightly.

“I could just.. give you my sweater.” He shrugged as you entered his room, causing him to let go of your hand and reluctantly tugged off his sweater, handing it towards you.

“Take it.” He said simply, ignoring your confused expression as you hesitantly grabbed it from him.

“I mean.. are you sure? This is like your favorite one, I don’t wanna just take it.” He shook his head at your words, patting your arm while walking to his closet, simply pulling out his beige cardigan and slipped into it, adjusting it slightly.

“I offered it. So please.. take it.” He glanced back at you, raising his brows.

You couldn’t help but smile, nodded as you were quick to put it over you. You adjusted the neckline as it was a little too wide for your neck, but you knew you could make it work.

You turned to him and showed it off, not noticing the way his gaze instantly softened as his own smile formed on his lips, stepping closer to you and pulled you into a hug.

“You better take care of it. I care about that thing as much as I care about you.” He mumbled out, his face buried in your shoulder as he kept you close.

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his torso, looking at him with an equally soft gaze. “I promise I’ll take care of it. This is now my favorite thing I own.”

He chuckled lightly as he lifted his head, his gaze meeting yours as a small blush formed on his face, seeing how close the two of you were.

“Y’know.. you can take a sweater whenever you need. And don’t try to protest.” He lifted a finger to silence you, raising his brows at you.

You rolled your eyes playfully and nodded, holding your hands up in a defensive manner. “Fine, fine. I won’t protest.. but won’t it seem like we’re dating if I’m always wearing your stuff?”

The utter thought of dating you made his stomach churn, his eyes slightly widening as he tried to figure out what to say.

“Uh.. is that such a bad thing?” He mumbled out, moving past you and sat on his bed, kicking his shoes off. “Well, it’s not. I wouldn’t mind, just wanted to know what you would think.”

You shrugged and sat next to him awkwardly, messing with the sleeves of the sweater one keep.

“Do you.. want to?” He glanced up at you, a hopeful yet worried expression on his face.

He was worried on how you would respond, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want you to feel the same way he did about the matter.

“We could try.” You responded nervously, knitting your brows together as you tried to process what the two of you were even discussing.

“Would you want to.. go on a date then? We could turn that Halloween idea into one.” He said looked away as he suggested that, patting his knees awkwardly and whistled to himself.

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond verbally, simply moving closer and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his arm.

And that was all he needed for a smile to form on his face again, wrapping his arm around you and leaned his head on yours.

“I hope you know I’m never taking this sweater off now.” You smiled lightly as you nuzzled up against him, squeezing him slightly.

“Good.. I don’t want you to anyway.”

Tags: @lemoniiiiiii , @xrag-dollx , @jazz-berry (ask to be added!!)

[emmaspersonaldiary]

[raggedy-spaceman]

“No one in real life could be as stupid as Miles Bron committing a crime!”

Enter Andrew Tate.

[tate-lin]

Jason Todd is my favourite character in all of DC but:

If someone doesn't want to kill, you can't ask, tell, or expect them to kill for you

Or, you can, but you'd be a complete asshole. The only time those expectations are valid is when a person signed up for a job where killing is expected (e.g. the military).

But as we all know, Batman is not the military nor the police. He only has one rule—or only one rule he truly cares about—and that's to not kill.

And frankly, I don't care what his reasons are for that; the bottom line is that he doesn't want to kill and we should respect it. Because at the end of the day, when you take a life, you're the one who's fully responsible for it. You're the one who has to live with it. And because of that, nobody should force you to do it.

Look, like I said, Jason Todd is my favourite character too. But that doesn't mean I don't find it disturbing or unfair when he expects Bruce, and only Bruce, to kill the Joker for him.

Do I find it understandable and human? Of course! Jason died horribly and gruesomely to a madman who'd do the same to anyone else so long as he finds it funny enough. It's only natural for him to want and expect someone—especially his father, the one he loved the most and the one he'd been searching through the thin crack of the door for even as the countdown struck zero—to put an end to the clown permanently, but. Does that mean he should? Absolutely not, and I think it's straight-up awful that so many people in this fandom encourage this take.

And the kicker is, if Catherine was still alive, if Catherine was the sort to become a vigilante and this happened to the both of them, do you think Jason would have the same expectations for her? I bet not. Not because he's sexist, but because Bruce is Batman and we take Batman for granted.

Yeah, you heard me. We take him for granted. We expect too much out of him.

This has been a slow-coming realisation, but it comes after a particularly harrowing conversation with my sister during which she told me that I was taking her for granted and I surprised myself by agreeing with her. I won't go into the nitty gritty details but what I took away from the conversation was that just because someone can do something, and you yourself would do that something for them, that does not mean you should automatically expect them to do the same for you—especially if it goes against their character and what they stand for.

This goes the same for Bruce. Just because he's capable of murder and is justified in doing it, that does not mean that he should do it if he doesn't want to. And just because Jason would do it for him if the reverse happened, that still does not mean he should do it if he doesn't want to (which Bruce would have never asked for anyway because that's just not part of his character). No matter their similarities, Jason and Bruce are two completely different people and they can't be expected to do and choose the same things.

Batman, of course, chooses to take responsibility for many, many things, most of which are completely optional. He's a billionaire, he doesn't have to help his city by spending his nights saving people, facing the worst the city has to offer, and risk his life and sanity on the daily. He's the CEO of one of the most wealthy companies in the world, he doesn't have to uplift his city by donating to orphanages, hospitals, and charities, creating programmes to help the youth, the poor, the disabled, ex-convicts, and other minorities, as well as funnel any struggling person he encounters to his company so that they can be assured of a job. He was a single and free man, he didn't have to agree to care for several angry, reckless, and bitter kids with death in their hearts.

All of the shit he does is completely optional! Yet, the one thing he explicitly chooses not to do, the one thing he absolutely refuses to take responsibility for and takes great pains to avoid, is killing.

And I get it, this is murder we're talking about here. You can't just expect people to be just okay with doing that, even if that person is a demented dude in a bat costume.

Actually, why are we expecting so much out of such a person? Cause Batman can do anything? Cause Jason is his son and Gotham is his city? Cause if given half a chance, we wouldn't let Jason down? Cause if something happened to us, we hope that we mattered enough to someone for them to avenge us, no matter if doing so would completely destroy them? Tear them apart from the inside-out? No matter that we're already dead and they'd have to live the rest of their lives like that?

Just something to think about.

At any rate, I think it's wrong to look at someone and expect them to kill for you. If Gotham wants Joker gone, they're just gonna have to do it themselves cause expecting a volunteer to do this extra shit they never asked for and explicitly does not want to do is more than just appalling.

It's cruel.

[xi-off]

the darn teenage ghosts haunting my office keep hijacking my work computer to play resident evil (shou, 2008)

[connorjessupfan]

[fiddleturnips]

Turnips

Welcome to my fanfiction blog! Most of this is reposted from a private Discord conversation about a story that I initially had no intention of posting. I hope you enjoy yourself. Info under the cut.

UPDATE: I haven't worked on this in a long time, but I wrote well over 50K worth of words, and wanted it to be available for anyone who was interested.

Most of my notes are over on AO3. THEY ARE EXTREMELY DISORGANIZED! Treat it less as a story that you can read start to finish, and more as a notebook! Scenes are out of order and incomplete.

"Future Witchhunters" is the main canon of the story, where Bill is harassing Ford and Fiddleford; it's separated into explicit and nonexplicit.

"Current Witchhunters" is scenes from later on in canon, when they have banished Bill and are now fighting supernatural evil. It focuses a lot more on mental health and the polycule. There is also a fourth fic which is primarily fluffy porn of the characters.

Content warnings and dni

Content warnings:

Most of this story and the posts on this blog are appropriate for general audiences. The fic itself, however, is not. You will find:

graphic depictions of sexual assault, psychological torture, physical abuse; memory loss (and exploitation of a character with memory loss); slurs and dehumanization as an abuse tactic, especially homophobia, anti-Appalachian sentiment, classism, and mental health related discrimination; references to child sexual assault (which do not happen in the canon of the story); graphic descriptions of mental health symptoms such as dissociation, loss of motor function, and loss of rational thought, from both internal and third party perspectives.

This blog does not have any dnis. However:

If you are a minor, please be mindful. Sexual themes are integral to this story. Block tags as needed. Gravity Falls is a story for kids; this fanfiction is not.

All subject matters are written about in graphic detail. Triggers can be highly individual, so if you need something specific tagged, feel free to let me know.

If you identify as an antishipper or kink-critical, you probably won't like this story.

Also: if you're kink-critical, you and I probably won't get along.

That said: the story itself takes precedent over any kink found in it. The plot is not an just excuse for kink.

Most of the upsetting stuff is over on AO3. You can follow this blog for the less graphic versions of events.

About the fic

Major points:

This story takes place in the early 1980s. The Portal is mostly built at the beginning of the story. Cultural markers heavily imply that it's '82 or so.

Fiddleford McGucket, Bill Cipher in Stanford's body, and Stanford Pines are all aware of each other and in regular conversation. Bill and Fiddleford are not happy about this. Stanford is initially convinced it's fine.

This is a variant on a Better World AU: Stanford never falls into the portal, and the universe is secured from Bill during the story.

This story ends up with a functioning household that includes all three members of the McGucket family and both Stan twins. The McGuckets do not get divorced because they, frankly, have more important things to deal with.

It gets saucy in numerous and diverse ways. Who's fucking who is surprisingly complicated, so if you're here for ships, sorry about that.

For no particular reason, Fiddleford's wife's name is spelled Emma-Mae.

This story is character-driven. The cool sci-fi shit mostly happens off-screen while we focus on drinking coffee, cuddling, and the nuances of everyone's sex lives.

Plot synopsis:

When Fiddleford gets proof of Bill's nighttime misdeeds to show Ford, Bill uses extreme methods to ensure Fiddleford is too intimidated and ashamed to tell Ford. (This means sexual assault and severe verbal abuse.) Fiddleford erases memories of the event. Bill has now learned that he can assault Fiddleford with no consequences, provided he makes the experience traumatic enough to encourage use of the memory gun. Rinse and repeat for a couple of months.

When Fiddleford finally comes clean to Ford about Bill one night, Ford and Fiddleford go to war with Bill. Ford's contract with Bill, however, means that Bill has possession of his body at any time that Ford isn't using it until the portal is complete. They enlist help from Stan, and get unsolicited help from Emma-Mae. Emma-Mae and Fiddleford were fighting bitterly around this time due to many years of unchecked biases and poor communication, but they put their impending marital breakdown on pause to go save the world.

Stan and Emma-Mae take Journal 3 back to the McGucket house in California; they take care of Tate and research exorcisms and magic while Fiddleford and Stanford work on securing Bill. The partnership is fairly successful, and they are able to banish Bill and get the universe safe.

Emma-Mae and Tate - at this point Tate has been co-parented by Fiddleford McGucket and Stanley Pines, with chaotic results - get a house with Fiddleford in Gravity Falls, and Stan ends up living with them. Together, all four adults bond, recover from trauma, and generally become an intensely loving and protective family unit. This confuses the Gravity Falls elementary school teachers, but not that much more than Jimmy in sixth grade whose father is a woodpecker.

Other questions

Why Turnips?

Ten points to anyone who figures this out. Except you. You don't count. You know who you are

Where can I read the fic?

Nowhere yet. I want to post it on AO3, but it's been written piecemeal, so I don't have good chapter breaks yet. Some of the more complete chapters are there under "Future Witchunters."

Seriously, who's fucking who?

This is, again, complicated, but if you want a breakdown:

Fiddleford McGucket is bisexual and very secure in this fact. However, he's in the closet to preserve his marriage. He finds Ford physically attractive, but does not particularly want to be with him.

Stanford Pines is not interested in relationships in general. He identifies as straight, but is extremely well-educated about what we would now call Queer Studies, to the point where he will say things that seem anachronistic. (It's anomalous sexual and social behavior, you see!) If he had ever once bothered to mention this around Fiddleford, most of this story wouldn't have happened.

Emma-Mae is strictly heterosexual, and at the beginning of the story, severely homophobic. She finds out Fiddleford is bisexual shortly before she finds out his boss is possessed by the devil, though, so the latter distracts her for long enough to let her come to terms with the former. In unlearning her homophobic biases, she also begins to embrace nontraditional family life, thereby becoming a much happier and more liberated woman.

Stanley is shrug. He's more or less straight, but eh, he'll do whatever as long as it's fun or profitable. Also if you so much as give Fidds a mean look he will knock your teeth out and make you swallow them

Tate is like seven years old, he just wants to go fishing, man. He does end up with three unhinged dads who'll take him on just the coolest activities, so he's pretty happy with how life works out for him

"Copied from Discord?"

I don't like publishing darkfics. Maybe I've internalized censorship culture or maybe I'm just being a bit of a twerp, but I rarely feel like I can make my darkfic into a compelling and good narrative.

However, I have an amazing, fun, interesting friend who shares a lot of the same interests and experiences as me, and who has been a willing sounding board for this story. At some point, I realized I actually had enough material for it to be worth publishing. Thank you <3 <3 <3

[beatrixripperr]

High school sweethearts. Kiss me once again in the graveyard. I miss your touch darling.

[whosbloom]

Tate Langdon » Haunted House

day 3 of flufftober

⋆.˚ summary: going to a haunted house with Tate

⋆.˚ fluff , Tate being mean , depictions of fake gore , bit short but I was struggling </3

“I didn’t realize you were such a pussy.” He laughed from behind you, his hands shoved in his pockets as he mindlessly looked around the decorated hallways of the house the two of you roamed into.

“I’m not a pussy. Some dude just jumped out with a slit throat!” You quickly defended yourself, swatting his arm with a scoff.

“It was fake blood.. how many times do I have to tell you?” He teased again, nudging your side with a smirk.

You groaned and continued to walk reluctantly through the house, eventually grabbing ahold of his sleeve to stay close as possible.

“Can’t keep your hands off me, can you?” He leant down and spoke in your ear, watching your face grow flush as you stayed silent.

He was about to speak again when one of the actors—which was just some high school kid—jumped out and grabbed his shoulders.

He let out a loud shout, jumping slightly as he grabbed onto you, burying his face in your shoulder.

“Son of a bitch.” He groaned and turned back to the guy who was now laughing, shooting him a glare before tugging you along and around a corner.

“And I thought I was the pussy.” You commented quietly, an amused look on your face.

“Shut up..” He huffed out, crossing his arms over his chest.

tags: @lemoniiiiiii , @xrag-dollx , @jazz-berry (lemme know if you wanna be tagged!)

[altraeken]

I can imagine malia asking derek about like their family and derek being really excited to talk about them bc he knows malia would have fit right in, like derek had all sisters do u think they wouldn't have have LOVED malia

[soundsliketeenspirits]

tate sleeps like the dead and wears socks to bed because his feet always get cold. violet rolls over constantly and, despite going to sleep in a normal position, wakes up starfished over most of the bed (it's truly a marvel for someone who's literally like 5'3). tate drools sometimes and violet teases him for it, while she snores just a little but tate'll never mention it.

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LARENZ TATE as Darius Lovehall Love Jones (1997), dir. Theodore Witcher

[fetch-those-damned-bolt-cutters]

oops i did it again | a sarah postern fancam

sarah postern fancam just dropped everybody cheered

[oh-meow-swirls]

people on here telling me about yo-kai watch news things is funny to me. bestie i am on yo-kai watch twitter n yo-kai watch reddit i'm way ahead of y'all (i say this with love /p)-

[tchotchkez]

[semi-mandatory periodic update to announce my continued existence]