#and for the other anon asking to see the hams... there they are

[beyondplusultra]

How big is your bed to fit 30 hamsters AND you? Do you pile them?

My bed isn't big at all. The answer is that I am just very tiny and like to sleep in small spaces, wahaha! Anyway, here's an old pic. Some are missing because a few are hanging out on my guy's bed, and I hadn't bought all of them yet at this point.

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

Loving your updates with how things are going with stoner Romeo 💘

Thank yoooou! And there will be plenty more to come, I'm sure- unless he suddenly decides he's not interested any more or I fuck up in some majorly horrifying way. But I'm trying to stay optimistic! And that's comparatively easy because besides being a sexual delight, he's also very sweet and (very importantly) good at communication!

[pencilofawesomeness]

Your Papalogia AU has consumed my creative soul. I want to write my own AU but borrowing some ideas from your AU, can I have permission please? If not thats fine! I just figured I would ask first

shdlksjalkgjsdgj Hello fellow victim of brainrot! Glad to have you!

So short answer is yes of course you can do your own thing. Longer answer is, it's not even my original AU concept lol. It was started by acnologias-ass. Now, of course, I ran with it in a slightly different direction, as did some other people I know who have their own versions out there, so there's plenty of room for more! And to answer your question again, yes! Feel free to take whatever inspiration from mine you wish :D✨(Just throw me an "inspired by" bone/link if it gets specific enough, or a blanket one at the beginning or something.)

(Also please feel free to send me the link when you get off the ground I love reading / seeing alternate takes. It's fulfilling to my brainrot without me having to write/draw it aslkdjgsljglsgj)

Happy creating and long live the brainrot o7

[average-bb-poke-whisperer]

...why is the other Blueberry Academy universe dealing with mitosis time???

[periprose]

Can I have a Logan Howlett x Angel!Fem!Reader where Logan sees the reader in the kitchen having a bit of a meltdown and uncomfortable feeling over holding a knife (for like, cooking reasons or smth) and he calms her down because the reader just doesn’t want to hurt anyone :(? I’d appreciate it thanks! (I’ve seen you wanted more Angel reader, so im here to reciprocate :3)

AHhhh this fits so well Anon (maybe unintentionally so, the previous fic had a little snippet about Angel's mom trying to stab her when she was young...) but I love your brain. I made it a bit longer and added some stuff and it's set before the previous Logan Gains a Guardian Angel fic (LGGA for short) so they're not together yet.

Knives Drip Chocolate (or, Logan Gains a Guardian Angel)

Word Count: 2.9k

Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt with comfort, mutual pining, idiots in love, mild traumatic flashback stuff (but no violence)

LGGA Masterlist

Logan is always ready for a late-night snack.

It’s hard for him to feel full, a lot of the time– he didn’t always have the easiest access to food, and he’s known for a while, if there’s a brief period in his immortal-like life where he can just relax about food and supplies, he shouldn’t take that for granted. 

Plus with an accelerated healing factor, sometimes his body starts digesting food too quickly, leading to faster body repair, but nothing to feel satisfied about.

So he’s got tons of cravings. Something that you are constantly bothered about, even now, as Logan knocks on your door, asking yet again if you’d accompany him to the kitchen.

Not that you actually mind. Sometimes you think you’d follow Logan into hell if he asked nicely enough, despite your occasionally evasive attitude keeping him on his toes.

“Angel, please. I’m starving.” Logan’s grumpy complaints are muffled behind your door, and you wonder why a nearly 200 year old man needs you so badly, to be by his side, when he’s spent so long being a loner.

“I’m coming.” You yawn, pulling yourself out of your bed– Storm is your roommate, and she’s passed out, stone cold. You quickly finger comb your hair, and fix your giant t-shirt, so your shoulder isn’t so exposed.

Silly, because you know Logan doesn’t care.

It’s bad. It’s really, really bad, because you don’t want to get attached to Logan, not when he’s sure to toss you aside like he’s done with the rest of them eventually. But you can’t help yourself– Logan is easy to be around, he knows your fears and little quirks, and he has never treated you like you’re so different for being a little quiet, like him. 

You know everyone has noticed. When you open your bedroom door, and Logan stares at you for a moment– an unreadable, soft glance in his eyes, one that you could choose to ignore, but don’t, as you stare back at him– you know all the other X-Men see it. Some silly crush you have on him, that clearly confuses Logan himself as he shakes his head, and pulls you by the arm out of your room, your PJs and hair askew.

Logan himself looks good, you have to admit– wearing lazy sweatpants and a white tank-top, his arm muscles looking especially defined tonight– and you pull your arm away, embarrassed that you give into these feelings so easily.

He’s only ever going to be your best friend. Even now, there’s nothing romantic about the way Logan asks if you want a ham and cheddar sandwich, too. He’s just looking out for you. 

Jean, Scott, and Storm have literally asked you, more than once, if you and Logan had maybe slept together, or kissed, or anything that would be a culmination of some supposed lust, in which case you always laugh awkwardly and deny everything. 

Your excuse is that it’s deeper than that, and it’s one-sided. What would be the point of bringing it up if it would just end in heartbreak?

“Earth to Angel.” Logan shakes your arm, breaking your stride. “Hey, that’s kind of funny, isn’t it? You’re always up in Heaven. Daydreaming about who the hell knows what.”

“Haha, Logan.” You mockingly say in a deadpan voice. “What is it?”

“Your wings are flexing a little bit, again, like they’re about to open. They’re kind of pulsing.” He says it in a soft tone, ushering in some concern he has, and you find yourself wishing that you were someone normal, someone that Logan didn’t have to care so much about. 

It’s not that you’re not happy to have his concern, it’s just that you don’t know what to do with it. Thank him for it? You have never been used to people looking out for you.

“It’s fine. Sometimes I get muscle spasms, it’s nothing to worry about.” You mutter, knowing it has to do with anxiety, but Logan looks a bit unconvinced.

“Okay. But if you keep having weird tremors, I’m taking you to the hospital wing so you can get diagnosed.” Logan states, and you open your mouth to argue, but he tuts. “No arguing about this. Last thing we need is for you to die from stress or cancer or something.”

Your heartbeat quickens, not at the mention of cancer, but because Logan used we and now you’re just thinking about how you’re always together.

Not like that, though.

“Okay, Logan. I get it.” You shake your head. “I won’t die.” 

“Not yet. We got snacks to eat.” Logan agrees, as he leads you into the kitchen.

/

Logan’s got you working on making hot chocolate as he makes the sandwiches, pan-frying them till the cheese is hot and melty. 

It’s not really a common mix, you think, but you’re just happy to be helping.

“Careful. Milk boils over fast.” Logan comments from next to you, mostly focused on his own side of the stove, and you roll your eyes.

“I know that.” You retort, but as you look away from the stove for one second, the pot of milk nearly does boil over, and you swear, reducing the heat quickly.

Logan starts laughing. “Told you.”

You shove him lightly, and he has a stupid grin on his face, one where you know Logan takes such joy in teasing you at times. Like this is one of the greatest pleasures in life.

You move the milk over to the counter, to let it cool, and then remember something semi-important. 

“Logan? Don’t forget, Scott wanted extra ham for the Hawaiian pizza they’re making tomorrow–” As you’re reminding him, Logan wordlessly shows you the empty ham package, telling you that he used all of it for the sandwiches.

“You snooze, you lose.” Logan shrugs, and you close your eyes in partial defeat, trying not to laugh at his antics.

“I guess, but you never seem to lose, and Scott’s always chewing me out for your ‘mistakes.’” You point at yourself, tongue poking through the side of your mouth, and Logan raises his eyebrows. “Tell me: Am I snoozing, or are you just lucky that I take the blame?”

“Ah, Angel… you’re obviously asleep.” Logan smirks, and you scoff at his audacity, having expected a semi-apology from him. “No one ever said you had to take the blame for my snacks. You could’ve just told him it was Jean, and he wouldn’t have asked any questions.”

You blink at him. “Lying to our team’s leader aside, why Jean?”

“C’mon. Scott’s crazy over her, they’ve been together for however long, and he can never say no to her. It’s the perfect excuse– he wouldn’t even ask her about missing food, so not to offend his sweetheart.” Logan pauses, a thoughtful look taking over his features, and he scratches his chin. “I guess love really is blind.”

“Wow. You had that takeaway based on gaslighting both Scott and Jean? You really are an unfeeling old man.” You giggle, and Logan glances over at you, his face heating up at your laugh, a sweet sound that always pushes a warmth into his chest.

If Logan was honest, he understands Scott perfectly. Sure, he could play the part of the curmudgeonly old man, and lie to you– but in truth, he was doing that because he likes you.

Just like Scott. Logan likes you so much, that he would honestly lie to you just to protect your relationship– whether that be about missing food, or if you talk about some other dude someday, and he has to pretend he’s all ecstatic for you, as he often worries about. 

He knows it’s bad. And he doesn’t like it, either. Logan insists to himself, in pure self denial, that this love he has for you doesn’t exist, because he would rather be given even a little bit of your presence as a friend, than to be entirely shut out by you upon imminent rejection.

But even he knows he protests too much. Of course he loves you, how could he not?

Logan thinks of you as his personal guardian Angel. It’s silly, of course– but you’re the one who helps him make better choices, doing the right thing more often than not. He’s an idiot– you’re a beautiful genius of a woman, and it bothers him so deeply that you keep to yourself.

He looks over at you. You’re chopping up a bar of dark chocolate, and your gaze is intensely focused– Logan has seen the same expression on you when you’re beating up a bad guy. You’re thinking, murmuring something to yourself, probably thinking about hot chocolate.

Your eyes turn wide, glassy, and you inhale sharply.

Logan immediately comes to your side. “Angel?”

Logan’s voice doesn’t fully register to you.

The knife gleams in the low lighting of the kitchen, as you turn it over and over in your hand, dark brown chocolate smudging the blade, and then you look down to your palms.

Where your hands are covered in dark, melted chocolate, after you’ve been holding the chocolate bar to chop it up– the liquid is almost amber in hue. 

“...blood.” You whisper something unintelligible, but Logan catches the last word.

You retch to yourself, hyperventilating over the counter, back hunched over, the knife still clenched in your palm.

“Angel, hey–” Logan squeezes his way between the counter and your right arm, where your hand is holding the knife, and he firmly pulls it away from you, grabbing it blade-first without even thinking about it, and you gasp, shouting at him to get away.

Logan stops, at a loss for words. You’re trembling, you’re no longer holding the knife, but you can’t stop looking at your hands.

He grabs your arms a bit more gently, turning you towards him, and you’re lost in some train of thought that Logan can’t stop.

Mom sliced up one of my hands once… it’s been years, but it looked just like this.

Then I got her back, by accident… it was an accident, Angel.

“What’s wrong?” Logan looks down at you in fear, worry that something may actually be very wrong, and you haven’t told him a thing.

He thinks he shouldn’t have assumed you were always alright. He knows you aren’t– he just finds it difficult to surpass your avoidant attitude. He’s never seen you have a full blown panic attack like this before.

Your wings are subtly twitching again, folded against your back, but threatening to open up to full expanse, and you shake your head, lip quivering, as you look down at the floor.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone.” You utter so softly, so heartbreakingly tiny, and Logan feels himself turning cold at your words, wondering if you’d really done something that terrible.

With a kitchen knife, of all things. He wants to hug you firmly now.

He knows even if it was true– there’s no way that was your fault, no way Logan wouldn’t have sussed that out based on instinct. 

“It isn’t…” Logan starts, wanting to say it wasn’t your fault, but he doesn’t know how that will go over with you. “You’re not going to hurt anyone. Where is that coming from?”

“Just a bad memory.” You say with a shaky breath, the most information you’re willing to give him at this moment, and you know– you know– Logan is never going to be satisfied with that answer.

You don’t want to scare him off. This is the first time you could even say you have a best friend, and you don’t want Logan to pity you or feel like you were incapable of taking care of yourself. You don’t want him to see you like your mother did.

Logan frowns. Then, instead of asking you a question, he traces the back of your wings, which causes a shiver in your body.

You close your eyes, expecting to feel tense, scared, and horrified, but instead you feel calm, almost placid. Being touched by Logan makes you feel like everything is going to be alright.

Your wings stop shaking, and Logan hands you a wet paper towel. You wipe your chocolatey hands, which puts you at ease, seeing your clean hands again. 

“Sorry. I don’t mean to make you my caretaker.” You whisper, always worried about others’ perception of you, and Logan shakes his head.

“I don’t mind, Angel. As long as you’re alright.” Logan has a tentative look on his face, and you’re almost embarrassed, that you like being taken care of so badly, and he hugs you tightly, arms wrapped around your back, a near bone crushing hug that has you nestled in his chest, fit under his jaw as he places his head on top of yours.

Your heartbeat slows down. You’re not panicking any more, but it seems like Logan, too, is reaping some sort of benefit by being so close to you. He inhales deeply, and the sigh rumbles through his chest into you.

You could almost cry. You spent so much of your childhood never being close to anyone, and being held is cathartic in a way you can’t even describe.

Logan doesn’t let go until you do. Then he has the audacity to look a little sheepish, like he had done something un-Logan and uncool, and you almost feel pained, like you should push him away, and go to sleep on your own.

It’s such an odd feeling, to both want his concern, and to wish you never needed to do so.

You stare up at him, and Logan smiles, a soft smile that he hopes reads as comforting rather than a snarl, and you can’t help yourself for what you ask next.

“Could I sleep in your room?” You ask, biting back the immediate disclaimers of it’s okay if you don’t want to. “I’m just better when I’m around you.”

There’s also the thing of waking up Storm if you enter back in now, and explaining that you had yet another panic attack. She’ll be mad.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s okay.” Logan murmurs, wondering if you meant to make that sound so devotedly sweet, something that causes his insides to seize a little.

He feels better around you, too.

You’re usually good at hiding this side of yourself from him– it’s another step deeper, another step too far into your relationship to take back– and now you worry you’ll never really be able to separate.

Logan ruffles your hair, and all is right again.

/

He makes you eat at least a bite of the sandwich, and sip a little hot chocolate– the rest is placed in the fridge for some other mutant to eat.

Logan won’t let you go to sleep without a meal, or in this case a few nibbles, if he can help it.

“Moods are worse on an empty stomach.” Logan grins, and you smile, feeling a little more at ease.

“You’re not you when you’re hungry.” You joke, and Logan rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah, save that for when we’re pilfering Kurt’s Snickers bars.” He snorts. 

Logan leads you to his room, oddly silent the entire time. It’s not that Logan isn’t typically quiet, it’s that it feels more tense. He’s keeping to himself, and he doesn’t seem to have anything against you– he has only a kind expression for you, when you meet his eyes.

Finally, you both arrive to his bedroom door. Logan is lucky– he doesn’t have to room with anyone– and you’ve been in here plenty of times.

Still, that doesn’t explain why it takes him a second to enter in the room, as you follow him in.

It’s sparsely decorated in here– one poster of the Calgary Flames is on Logan’s wall, and there’s a mug with random, assorted pens on his desk. His bed has never been filled with loads of stuffed animals and pillows like other X-Men (read: Jubilee) would have. There’s a pile of assorted flannels, jackets, and scarves hanging off a coat rack.

It’s comforting, though. Logan is a simple man, and you like being close enough to understand him, to see the small remnants of things he likes.

“Well. The bed’s there, if you’d like. Don’t let me stop you.” Logan points to the bed, and he starts walking towards the leather recliner next to the window.

“Logan. Stop.” You grab him by the arm, and he pauses, slightly scared, mostly enthused by what you’ll say next. “It’s okay with me if we sleep next to each other.”

“...Okay.” Logan watches as you climb into his bed, hoping it’s comfortable, and doing a weird thing of personally memorizing the way you lay and snuggle down, in case you never do this again.

You’re next to the wall, so Logan stays on his side, lying down close to the edge of the bed. And you’re keeping your distance– so is he.

You turn, and Logan is already looking at you. He glances away.

“Good night, Angel.” Logan utters softly, and with that, you turn to your side, to fall asleep.

/

When Logan wakes up, he freezes, so not to move you. Somehow, through out the night, you ended up snuggled around him, sprawled against his chest, your arms lightly wrapping around him.

He loves it. He’s glad to see he’s been useful for once– he gave you a good night’s sleep.

[madschiavelique]

Hello! I saw your rules so I decided to I guess rerequest in the way you asked. I was wondering if you could write about a female reader coming in one day with a sundress and Miguel just goes absolutely feral. He’s just trying to keep it professionally but ends up failing and just going ham on the reader

OMG anon i'm kissing your brain hehehehe (summer is killing us all besties : please don't forget to hydrate yourself <3)

summary : miguel sees you in a sundress

content warning : SMUT (18+) minors dni, fingering, biting and marking, this man is so in love with you, fem!reader, no use of Y/N, praise word count : 1,6k

Summer had arrived, and as in most dimensions, except for the apocalyptic two or three where everything was frozen or the weather had simply declined with little chance of a return, it was hot.

And although the air-conditioning was in every room and corridor of the spider society, that in no way prevented members from dressing a little more lightly, although some might find this a sign of a lack of professionalism, one in particular, needless to mention, whose name began with Mi and ended with Guel.

Today was a fairly hot day, and all the spiders were practically fighting for ice cubes, a spot of coolness that would bring them comfort. Many of them were dressed in shorts, a variety of shirts, t-shirts, skirts and even tank tops.

So you seized the opportunity and put on a summer dress. It was charming, in your favourite colour, not too long and not too short, stopping just above the knees, with a beautifully plunging neckline to show off your curves. It was light, incredibly comfortable to wear, and needless to say that in spider society, it was a change to see you like this.

Like most of the members, people were used to seeing you in your suit, or in civilian clothes that could be considered professional. But this dress? It was a little ray of freshness.

Miguel was chatting in the cafeteria with Jessica and Peter, all having a serious discussion that you were supposed to join. You entered the cafeteria, looking around for them.

"Oh, hey over here!" called Peter to you with a smile, "Oh. My. God. What's the occasion for you dressing like that?"

Miguel, who until now had been stubbornly focused on getting Peter to stand still for this meeting, huffed before turning his head and...

He became static, his breath caught, his eyes wide open as he watched you come towards him. All the others were oysters, and you were a pearl: the best of them all, the most beautiful, the purest.

You offered a gentle smile as you came closer, and his lips parted slightly as the gesture gave him the warmth of thousands of sunbeams.

"It's true that you look ravishing, cutie," Jess admitted as you sat down next to Miguel, facing the other two on the opposite side of the table. "What's the occasion?" she repeated after Peter's question.

"Yeah," said Miguel, clearing his throat as he straightened up and pretended to keep a straight face, "what's the occasion?

You gave them all a small, smiling laugh.

"Nothing in particular, I'm just trying to beat the heat," you said as you took your seat, "why? I shouldn't have?" The possibility that your attire might pose a problem in maintaining the balance of the multiverse hadn't occurred to you.

"No!" The strength with which Miguel denied this surprised you all.

He swallowed, his sentence had come out a little stronger and a little more involved than he had intended.

"No," he pulled himself together as he took on his usual grumpy tone that everyone knew well, "although it's a lack of professionalism, we're not going so far as to prevent your freedom of clothing in the Society."

Well caught up, he thought as he brought his glass of water to his lips. Around the table, he was the only one wearing his suit. Because it was made of pixels and produced by a refined technological composite, he didn't suffer from the heat. Jess was wearing a t-shirt and cycling shorts, Peter a shirt and trousers, and you your summer dress.

Jess and Peter exchanged a quick glance, a mischievous smile stretching across their lips. Most of the elite and close teammates knew about your relationship with Miguel, and although he wasn't always the most public about your relationship, he cared about you immensely, and they both could only imagine the effect you were having on him.

"So, what did I miss?" you asked.

Jess started to explain the situation, but Miguel wasn't really listening. His eyes were obviously riveted on you, and even when he tried to refocus on the conversation, his thoughts and eyes were redirected in your direction as if magnetised.

You were... radiant, beautiful, and... for a moment his eyes went down to the bench you were sharing: the skirt part of your dress was slightly pleated, exposing the skin of your slightly spread thighs, sinking into the space where your cunt was.

He suddenly had the urge to slide his hand over your soft skin, to press it between his fingers and see the bounce of it brimming over under the grip of his hand.

And your cleavage was showing your bare skin, and he wanted to kiss your neck, to nibble your collarbone as he kissed down to the hollow of your breasts...

Keeping his hands to himself was becoming complicated, every little movement you made, even if it was just to readjust your sleeve over your shoulder, was becoming intoxicating. How was it possible to become even hotter by wearing more clothes?

His professionalism really started to take a hit when your leg inadvertently brushed against his, a shiver running down his spine.

But he couldn't touch you here, there was no tablecloth at this cafeteria table that could conceal his desires.

How he longed to do it, even if it was just to touch your thigh with his fingers, to run his hands over your sublimely covered body and to-

"Miguel? Can you remind us about what the last reports stipulated considering the last anomaly?" asked Peter, bursting Miguel's thought bubble, "I can't remember it for the life of me, it must be the heat." he complained. "What do you guys say we postpone this meeting? I can't think straight no matter how many fresh cocktails i drink."

It was true that the glasses had accumulated on Peter's side. A sigh escaped Jessica's lips.

" I regret to say it, but I agree. We can't think properly with the temperature."

Tell me about it, thought Miguel. He didn't care about the temperature, the real distraction was you. He exchanged a glance with you, and you looked at him with a small smile, waiting for his answer.

"Good," he said, simply nodding. "I won't detain you, you can leave."

Peter let out a small chirp, he and Jess getting up from the table to leave. Once away, you turned to Miguel, tilting your head to the side in playful puzzlement.

"The great Miguel O'Hara closing a meeting like that? Summer really does have its magic."

If summer could let him see you every day in that outfit, he'd make sure it lasted forever. His eyes roamed your silhouette again, biting the inside of his cheek. His hand skimmed the side of your leg, hovering gently over it until he placed it on the inside of your thigh, pressing.

You breathed a small sigh of relief, his eyes returning to yours.

"I'm guessing you like the dress," you said more softly.

"Very," he replied simply.

His behaviour was becoming less and less... acceptable in public. So he took your hand and led you out of the cafeteria. Would he be able to wait until you returned to his quarters ? Probably not.

But he knew every nook and cranny of the building, it was his, so you passed down one corridor, then two, then three, until you came to an alleyway you'd never seen before, darkened by the lack of activity.

He glanced in each direction, then immediately came to press you against the first wall you came to, kissing you hungrily.

"That dress is going to be the death of me," he murmured as he came to kiss your cheek followed by your neck, his hands placed on your waist and thigh as he feasted on your skin.

His hand slid up your leg, gripping the warm skin of your thigh as you let out a moan. His fingers moved up your inner thigh almost hastily, unable to contain his need to touch you.

"You're so pretty," he breathed as he came back to kiss you, "all pretty for me, nena."

His fingers reached the fabric of your panties, your body arching. His fingers went under the elastic of the latter and down to your cunt.

"Tengo la novia más linda del mundo," he whispered, kissing the back of your neck, tracing the line of your pulse as he made circular movements around your clit. "Such a beautiful body," he inserted a finger inside you, making you whine softly, "such a beautiful voice," your wetness was starting to stick to his hand. "And it's all mine."

With his other hand, he shifted the short sleeve of your dress, exposing more of your shoulder and placing soft pecks on it. His lips caressed your skin, and his fangs grazed it as he added a second finger.

He was curving his fingers in a sublime way, the strokes combining perfectly with the undulations he was making and hitting the perfect spot.

He kissed the skin of your shoulder, sucking it until it left a bluish mark.

"All mine," he repeated in a murmur as he ran his tongue over the mark he'd just made.

Your moans multiplied, breath hitching, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, the hot cloud in your lower belly and back spreading.

"Come nena, let me see your pretty face when you do," he said, kissing you a little before pulling back and watching you with his drunken eyes.

You came, your legs all wobbly as Miguel's hand came to rest on your back to keep you upright. He kissed your temple and forehead, calming you gently.

"You're a dream," he said, covering the mark he'd left on your skin with your sleeve as you trembled, only he was aware of the hold he had over you.

Needless to say, from that day on in the summer, the air-conditioning became suspiciously faulty, because he had every intention of seeing you wearing that dress again.

[cosmerelists]

Cosmere Characters' Projects at a Middle School Science Fair

As requested by anon. :)

If Cosmere characters were children creating projects for their middle school science fair, what kinds of projects would they do? Per anon's request, it's Stormlight & Mistborn characters, and there are no WAT spoilers here!

1. Navani: Emulsion

Baby Navani: See? I put oil and water in this jar, and they don't mix at all! Baby Navani: But if I add an egg yolk and shake REALLY hard, then they do! Baby Navani: [beaming proudly]

2. The Lord Ruler: Baking Soda Volcano

Baby Lord Ruler: And when I add the vinegar (dyed black of course), then the volcano EXPLODES! Nearby Parent: H-Hey kid! Your volcano is getting EVERYWHERE! Baby Lord Ruler: Just as I planned.

3. Kelsier: Invisible Ink

Baby Kelsier: What's this? Just a blank piece of paper? Baby Kelsier: No! If I heat up this "blank" piece of paper, a secret message appears! Judge (reading): "You...have...won...the...science...fair?" Baby Kelsier: Wow, thanks!

4. Rlain: Tests Growing Conditions

Baby Rlain: And this is the control sunflower, which was grown normally... Baby Rlain: And this is the one I sang to! Judge: Wow! It's HUGE! Baby Rlain: [beaming]

5. Tien: Rock Collection

Baby Tien: And this is my rock collection! Baby Tien: All the rocks are very pretty! Judge: They certainly are. Which is your favorite? Baby Tien: All of them, of course!

6. Ham: Tests Human Psychology

Baby Ham: This is a chocolate bar, and this is two people standing back to back! Baby Ham: They hold up one finger if they want to split the chocolate bar, and two fingers if they want the whole chocolate bar. Baby Ham: If they both hold up one finger, they split it! If they both hold up two fingers, then they don't get anything. Baby Ham: But if one holds up one finger and one holds up two fingers, then Two Fingers gets the whole thing and One Finger gets nothing! Judge: Wow! And how's it going? Baby Ham: I hope this early look into the darkness of humanity doesn't affect me, ha ha!

7. Lift: Makes Ice Cream in a Bag

Baby Lift: [eating ice cream out of the bag while humming] Judge 1: Hmm...isn't that the kid who made sugar crystals last year? Judge 2: I think so, why? Judge 1: No reason I guess.

8. Dalinar: Potato Battery

Baby Dalinar: I made it because batteries are cool. Baby Dalinar: I wish I could be a big battery one day, supplying everyone with power. Judge: What

9. Steris: Elephant Toothpaste

Baby Steris (wearing goggles): ...And then, if I add the yeast-water mixture into my soap-peroxide mixture, it all foams up!! Baby Steris: Safe explosions are fun!

10. Wayne: Trades a Paperclip Into a Bicycle

Baby Wayne: And through a series of trades, I was able to take my paperclip and eventually end up with a bicycle! Judge: Wow, very industrious! What was the hardest trade? Baby Wayne: They're all pretty easy if you don't ask first! Judge: ... Baby Wayne: What?

11. Vin: Tests What Shape of Knife Flies The Farthest When Thrown

Baby Vin: [humming to herself as she flips a knife around in her hands] Judge 1: S-Someone should take all those knives away from that child! Judge 2: W-We tried!

12. Kaladin: Egg Drop

Baby Kaladin: Lots of eggs perished in my experiments. Baby Kaladin: ...Too many good eggs. Baby Kaladin: But eventually I figured it out! [Holds up egg completely covered in bubble wrap] This egg will never die! Judge: [peering at photographs on poster board] Is...this egg covered in the shells of other eggs? Baby Kaladin (stone-faced): I was pretty desperate at that point.

[taygra5shaon]

After seeing your Durgetash asks, especially about how they'd react if the other got captured, I have to imagine it's something of a game to them. Like, either Gortash or Jacq get captured and are hamming it up as a stereotypical damsel while they wait for the other to come rescue them. There's never any real worry about them getting hurt as they slaughter whoever tried to capture them before getting freaky on their corpses.

hello there Anon, sorry for the late reply, i'm so sorry 😭

but I really like the idea, even if the kidnapped part is all Gortash (who in his right mind would kidnap a massive tiefling with omicide aura ? and of course, nobody would.), while the hurt part is mostly Jacq(he does go berserk when he is bloodthirsty, even if he isn't a barbarian).

as a totally normal and not creepy way, Jacq know were Gortash is, and he always goes and save him, so many times that Gortash doesn't care anymore about the danger of it .

here a scene I imagined:

[alltimecharlo]

i love your writing so much <3 what about willmack playing a different sport? maybe football? though i’m undecided on which premier league team gives sharks vibes…

anon you’ve completely enthralled me with the idea of a willmack prem au (mushing two of my special interests �� together here, yay!!!) 🩵 my thoughts and eventually a fic, i promise lol, below the cut :)

when asking ourselves which prem team = the sharks i think it’s especially hard because there’s no relegation in the nhl!!! if we were being realistic here for this season, the sharks would quite obviously be one of the prem teams that flopped this year and got subsequently relegated (ipswich town, leicester city etc.) but then that defeats the point of the au i suppose…👀

imo the answer is then probably one of the prem teams that classically just avoid relegation each year: everton or fulham or west ham etc.

think willmack trying their best to singlehandedly turn the team around and the fans and club believe in them but it’s like… a big, big job and kind of impossible but also maybe kinda not.🫶🏻

i could’ve easily said man u or arsenal or chelsea etc (making a historically great club great again) but they still see success every now and again in cups etc… not the same level of success drought that is felt in the nhl, i feel.

also, in this way will and mack could still come from big rival club academies and have played each other (like bu/bc) to give a similar vibe lol. man u/man city? man u/liverpool? who knows!! now they’re joint in trying to keep their club afloat 🩵

———

It’s one of those grey-sky afternoons that smells like damp turf and rain that never really arrives, just sort of hangs in the air, misting everything in a slow soak. Practice is long over, but Will and Mack are still out on the pitch, kicking the ball lazily between them, boots squelching every now and then on the half-muddied grass.

“Bet you can’t hit the crossbar from here,” Will says, dragging the ball back with his heel.

Mack snorts. “You serious? You want me to embarrass you again?”

Will grins. “You wish you were that good. Come on, big shot. Prove it.”

Mack jogs a few steps, lines it up, and sends the ball sailing—clean, powerful, perfect backspin. It pings off the crossbar with a satisfying clang and Will groans, scrubbing a hand down his face.

“Fuck off,” he mutters.

“You said to prove it,” Mack calls, laughing, clearly enjoying himself.

Will retrieves the ball and lines up his own shot. It flies just over the bar and bounces back off the empty stands. Mack makes a show of dramatically covering his mouth in fake sympathy.

“So close,” he teases. “Maybe next time, rookie.”

“We’re not a rookies anymore,” Will argues, even as he kicks the ball back to Mack. “First season’s done.”

“Right. Our glorious campaign of just barely not getting relegated.”

Will chuckles and drops to sit on the damp grass, leaning back on his hands. Mack flops down next to him, stretching out his legs. Their boots bump together. The stadium’s mostly empty now, just the far-off sounds of maintenance crews locking up, the echo of a ball being bounced in a distant hallway.

“It’s kinda mental, isn’t it?” Will says. “Playing here. Like. Actually here. In the Prem.”

Mack hums. “Still not over the fact we’re teammates. After all that academy beef.”

Will laughs. “You mean you being a smug prick?”

“I was so much better than you,” Mack says with a lazy grin.

“Debatable.”

“You tried to nutmeg me in our first U18 match and fell on your face,” Mack reminds him.

Will groans, tilting his head back. “I thought we agreed to never talk about that.”

Mack elbows him. “Still the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. You landed so hard, even their physio winced.”

“You tripped over your own laces last week in front of the captain,” Will counters.

“I was distracted.”

“By me, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

They fall into a comfortable silence after that, watching the clouds drift past the open roof. It’s weird, Will thinks. How fast everything changed. How they went from sniping at each other on rival youth squads to this—sitting shoulder to shoulder, teammates, roommates, something more than that but neither of them saying it out loud yet.

“Do you think we’ll stick around?” he asks, voice quieter now.

Mack turns to look at him. “With the club?”

Will nods. “Feels like the fans see us as the future. Kind of a lot of pressure.”

“It is,” Mack says. “But I think we can handle it. Especially if we’re doing it together.”

Will looks over at him, at the mop of hair and the faint mud smudge across his cheekbone, and his heart does that stupid kickflip thing it’s been doing more and more lately.

“Yeah,” he says. “Together sounds good.”

Mack smiles. Not his usual cocky smirk, but a real one. Soft, almost shy. It kind of floors Will.

“Alright,” Mack says, pushing himself back to his feet and brushing his shorts off. “Double or nothing. First one to miss buys dinner.”

Will grins, already on his feet. “You’re on.”

And even if they play for a club that barely clings to survival, even if they’re constantly under pressure and still figuring things out—Will wouldn’t trade this for anything. Not the team, not the teasing, and especially not Mack.

♡

[wings-of-ink]

Hello everyone!

I just wanted to pop in and say hey and give some updates. They're all very mild, but I feel like I've been quiet lately so I wanted to pop something out here for you so you get a feel for where I'm headed.

I have some asks that have piled up and I will be chipping away at them here and there. I had a weird week that I am recovering from, and my mind has been super unfocused lately. I'm doing better now, but had a bout with a few days of insomnia and anxiety. I am already a sleepy-sad mess in the winter, so this does me no favors. I'm popping in when I have some bursts of energy. Your asks and comments have made me smile, think, and get pumped for the days to come though, so I thank you for that. ^_^

Even though my energy is down, I am still finding enjoyment in working on some of the extras! Even if I can only work in short bursts, it's helped me find some respite. I have worked out a short-form character creation for the Cursed Birthday extra. I also have that outlined. My goal is to have that released by the end of this month!

I still plan on opening a Patreon soon, but I have kept putting it on the back burner as I focus on just making it through this time of year, lol. I am just so stupid-tired most of the evening when I have free time and am very over it. In future years, I'll be working ahead during the other seasons and then take a solid block of time between December and January off. I vote that we hibernate.

Before I open up Patreon, I want to have some work banked up and ready to go. Part of the benefits will be voting on what you want to read, but I need to have some basis to go off of for that and content to put out in between. I'll post some teasers and samples so you can see if the extras I have in store will tickle your fancy. I have a running list of both SFW and NSFW extras I'd like to write. Someone asked me earlier to spill (leak) some of my tea on these, so I will happily share a few things I have cooking in my noggin.

Regular (mild) Extras: * A series of stories about being "snowed in" with each of the ROs and how they spend the day with MC. * Each RO will get character-specific stories, featuring cute and romantic moments for things like Zahn's birthday or baking cakes with Oswin.

Spicy Extras: * A series of tales that are erotic dreams that the MC has while traveling with the group. Anything can happen here. * Each RO will have stories featuring spicy content relative to their character's desires. For example, in the first month of Patreon, Oswin will be featured in the spicy tier. The story is titled, "Honey," and is interactive. You can use your imagination. (shout out to the anon who already read my mind and called me on this, lol)

**Addendum** I remember what else I was going to include here so I'm editing. I have some corrections (typos and grammar and such) and a patch for Zahn's moment in Chapter 5 to put through but I cannot get the itch "Butler" application to work on my laptop still. I can't patch without breaking saves all over again. I am trying to find another computer I can do this on so I don't break saves just for a patch.

I think those were the main bits I wanted to touch on (hell if I actually remember, lol). I am recovering from my weird week and am happy it's the weekend. My new kitties are doing fabulous as well. They are very cute and keep me on my toes. Oh, and Arlo knows how to open doors, so there's that. Miles, who was very shy at first, has become a sweet little socialite too.

Arlo just looks grumpy, but he is an absolute ham.

Miles likes to lay with his feets dangling.

[joszns]

HIII JO!!

do u think you can write smth about like reader surprising ellie with a tattoo of ellies name on her thigh and then ellie goes absolutely ham wit it😋

HIII thank u sm for this request anon!!! it was fun to write :) dreaming about ellie fucking me silly all cuz of some ink in my skin…it does things fr.

warnings: cunnilingus (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), accidental sex tape kinda, reader takes a pic during sex

“ellie! ellie! babe, look!” you say excitedly, rushing inside your girlfriends room.

she smiles when she sees you, taking off her headphones and opening her arms for a hug.

“what is it baby?” ellie coos, welcoming you into her lap.

you grin mischievously and lift your skirt up, revealing a tattoo on your inner thigh. small and delicate, it reads: ‘ellie ❤︎’.

“do you like it? i got it done earlier, i’ve been dying to show you!”

ellie stares at the tattoo, feeling heat pool between her legs. her strong hands grip your thighs, causing you to jump a bit at the sudden pressure.

“it’s cute…” she says, staring at it.

“you hate it.” you pout, looking away.

“i love it. i love it so much.”

“prove it.” you say.

ellie brings your face to hers and kisses you deeply, pulling you into her by your jaw.

you moan into the kiss, arching forward as your tongues sloppily slide against eachother. her hands wander, dropping from your neck, then your chest, and finally your thighs. she caressed the area near the tattoo, gently rubbing her thumb over the ink. whimpering, you pull her impossibly closer and tug on her hair lightly.

ellie picks you up and walks to her bed, putting you down and immediately kissing down your body. she stops at your thighs, pulling up your skirt and kissing the skin around your tattoo while looking up at you.

“telling everyone you’re mine, hm? my name, on display..” ellie said, leaving a hickey on your thigh.

“yeah, love showin’ you off baby..” you sighed, spreading your legs open more as ellie’s mouth slowly inched upwards.

she breathed out over your cunt, making you shiver. you feel yourself throb expectantly, embarrassed at the fact ellie could see just how wet she made you.

“so pretty, my love..” ellie says, placing a soft kiss on your soaking clit. she looks up at you as she does this, watching your expression falter slightly.

she breathes you in one last time before pressing her tongue on you, slowly pulling the wet muscle through your sloppy folds.

“elie…” you whine, pushing your hips into her face. “stop teasing.”

she complied with your request, happily eating you like you were her last meal on death row.

you moaned, fingers tangling in her hair, hips bucking up into ellie’s smothered face. her expert lips clung to your clit, sucking softly as her tongue flicked the cherry bud. her right hand lingered by the tattoo, gripping and kneading the fat below it.

“so good baby, who’s pussy’s this?” ellie asked, her other hand moving up to slide one of her long fingers inside of you.

“yours baby fuck—s’yours, my pussy’s yours—” you cried, chest rapidly rising and falling with each shallow breath you took, orgasm nearing quickly.

“take a picture baby..so you always know who you belong to.” ellie commanded, watching herself slide another finger into your sloppy cunt.

you happily obliged, taking your phone as ellie continued to eat you out. you moaned, back arching.

struggling to keep your arms straight, you positioned the phone at a good angle and snapped a photo, accidentally starting a video as you fumbled with the device.

“ellie..fuck…don’t stop—god don’t stop!” you whimpered, the phone falling onto the mattress as you moaned your girlfriends name over and over.

her fingers were relentlessly perfect, arching and thrusting in just the right way ellie knew hit all the spots you loved the most.

“m’gunna cum! please-don’t—stooop!” you cried, extending your last word as you climaxed hard on ellie’s face and fingers.

ellie rode you through it, slowing her pace on licking and thrusting into you. aftershocks rolled through your body, causing you to twitch every now and then as she departed from your puffy clit with a ‘pop’ and retracted her fingers.

“you alright, baby?” she asked, getting up to grab a towel for her hands.

you stopped her, looking into her beautiful green eyes as you licked her hand clean. ellie swallowed hard, the feeling of your wet tongue dragging on her fingers creating new sensations.

“i’m so fucking glad i don’t gotta share you.”

[lookingformoondrop]

FINALLY SOMEONE WHO WRITES FOR THE COFFIN OF ANDY AND LEYLEY!!!!! THANK YOU <33333

Gonna ask some relationship hc w leyley!! It could be yandere if you like (I mean she is one already but-yk)

Ashley Graves X gn!reader - Relationship Headcannons

TW: Ashley is manipulative, she's a red flag but I'm colorblind, everyone has a foul mouth, mentions of cheating and kissing, Ashley is very emotionally dependent.

♥︎ Notes: I thought about making Ashley a yandere, but then I reflected on what Anon said and thought... they're right, LOL. I'm always happy to supply content for TCOAAL, and I really appreciate everyone who takes the time to request! I hope these meet your expectations. <3♥︎

Ashley Graves is impulsive, stubborn, cleverly stupid, and a pain in the ass.

If I had to describe dating Ashley I'd say it's like riding a roller coaster but never knowing when it'll drop.

When you first met her, you were blinded by her beauty (her tits) and decided to walk up to her for a number.

She was flustered that someone was interested in her, sure she's had people walk up to her before, but it was because they were always more interested in her brother than her.

But once she realized you were in it for her, she never let you go again.

It started with frequent house visits. She'd sleep over without asking, and just like a stray-cat that cuddles up to you, you couldn't say no.

She'd try to cook you for you! Every morning where she aserted herself into your day, you'd wake up to the wonderful smell of burning shit. When you went to your kitchen with a loving fire extinguisher in your hands, you'd see she was cooking eggs and some unidentified meat.

You'd walk up behind her and kiss the nape of her neck, never telling her you're only doing this because her hair smells like cherries and if you don't you're pretty sure you'll pass out from the smoke.

"Y/N, why is there a fire extinguisher in your hands?"

"Early Christmas."

"Liar."

Dates were fun, too! Even though you'd organize the actual dates like eating out, going to amusement parsl, carnivals, and the like, her dates would be along the lines of staying at home and cuddling. You might call it boring, but to Ashley, a perfect date would be where you're both left alone with only eachother to give company.

No one, and I mean NO ONE, would be able to see her precious Y/N except her.

And not that you minded anyways, you enjoyed spending time with Ashley, even if half that time was her being exhausting.

Speaking of which, exhausting, you ask? How is little ol' Ashley exhausting?

Be it a nice co-worker, a pleasant stranger, a funny waiter, or even that woman who works at the deli that gives you that cheap vegan processed ham with bacon bits, Ashley hated the fact you even acknowledged them.

It often became her favorite topic to annoy you with.

While cuddling on the couch (iykyk), Ashley began to look at you with intense eyes. You knew what these eyes meant. It was a warning sign that she was about to ask you something that could potentially piss you off. Of course, she didn't care about that part, all you needed to know was she was going to ask and you'd better be honest.

"N/M, do you love me?"

"Sure I do, you're my girlfriend after all."

Ashley wrapped her arms around your neck a little tighter, "So then," her face darkened, "would you ever cheat on me?"

You sighed, this line of questioning was becoming less and less of the 'would you love me if I was a worm' deal and more of the 'whose that bitch you were talking to' deal.

"No, Ashley, I wouldn't. Why would you feel the need to ask me that?"

Ashley raised her head from your chest and opened her mouth, her final statement ready to fire,

"So then why do you still look at other people if you would never cheat?" Her eyes narrowed on you.

You groaned and rubbed your temples, "Jesus Ashley, now I can't even have simple eye contact with people?"

She blew a breath of annoyance, "why would you even make eye contact?! I'm the only one you should be looking at, N/M!"

You went to push Ashley off of you, already sick of her shit.

"No! Do you even still love me?! All you do is go to work, go to school, hang out with your stupid friends, and ignore me!"

"I'm not doing this with you AGAIN, Ashley! Just because I know or talk to other people does not mean I'm screwing them! Jesus Ashley, you would think we'd be over this by now..."

Ashley pouted and blinked the tears in her eyes away, "...fine. leave me then, see if I care."

She sits up and goes to the opposite end of the couch.

"You're sitting on my feet, Ashley."

Ashley turned her head away and ignored you.

You hated it when she got her way, but you also couldn't stand to see her so upset. After all, she was only upset because she missed you.

Sighing with defeat you said softly, "I'm sorry I don't pay enough attention to you, Leyley. Life distracts me sometimes, but that doesn't mean I don't still love you. This weekend I'll cancel with my friends and we can go on a date. "

She hummed, "id rather we stay in and watch a movie."

"Which movie?" You coax your girlfriend for a smile,

"...Hypergore Splatterbrains 4," She looked at you and grinned.

"There's my pretty girl," you wrapped an arm around her waist, "alright, you happy now? Will you stop bitching about people in my life who I will NEVER cheat on you with?"

She brought a finger to her bottom lip, "Nah, maybe a kiss will convince me?"

She looked at you with a devious smirk, you sighed. "Cmere you," Ashley giggled and jumped on top of you, sharing a loving kiss.

Yeah, Ashley is exhausting.

But in a way, you're happy she's yours. You couldn't be happier, even if her cooking skills are shit, she's a tad bit possessive, and she leaves passive aggressive notes in your lunchbox when you go to work.

You love her either way.

"Hey N/M?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you love me?"

You sighed with content and wrapped your arms around her waist, "Yes Leyley, I love you. Do you love me?"

Ashley laid her head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat,

"I love you, N/M~"

Thank you for the ask!<3

[heartyluv]

What do you think camboy!Caleb would do for his girls for holidays like birthdays and Valentine’s Day? I feel like he would go ham on spoiling them 🤔

this is so cute to think aboutttt

you are absolutely correct. i think birthdays are at the top of his list because he gets to celebrate the days that both of his girls and most favorite people in the world, were brought into it.

i also think it’s something he almost cries about every single time. ESPECIALLY with sloane—his unexpected but perfect surprise sent to him and his wife to show them a different kind of love they would’ve never known before her. she’s taught them so many things in general, truthfully.

and to see her grow with each birthday and develop into her own person is so monumental and important to him, but it almost makes him hate the concept of time because he wishes she could stay his little girl forever.

but he buys his little babe absolutely everything she wants—from what she asks for to what he believes she’ll like. and i just know on other holidays, one of the cutest times being when it was the firsts they celebrated as a family, he’s been caught sitting in silence and staring at both of them so many times because he just feels so completed.

as for his wife, i feel like gift giving is difficult but only because he gets her almost everything she’s ever asked for or looked at lolllll. i’m mainly thinking of valentine’s day, anniversaries, and her birthday bc i think with sloane being born, all other holidays is just a family thing.

those individual celebrations are more about being happy with each other, enjoying the little things. like maybe he’ll cook a dinner that she likes that he hasn’t made for a while or he’ll take her out on dates to places she’s never been before. and he knocks it out of the park every time. she never understands how he does it.

but it’s why she makes sure she tries to live up to the same expectations. 😏

i said a lot and i’m kinda sleepy so i hope it made sense LOLLL!! thank you for this lovely question, anon! 😚

[youaremy-parkfilter]

Y'all always make fun of trashkookers and say their ship has sunk... until Taehyung posts some shit deliberately to revive them🤣 (call me an anti if you'd like, but deep down we ALL know it's true). I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you lot.

Hi anon

"until taehyung posts some shit deliberately to revive them" yes, that's the point which I decided to respond to this anon.i get a lot of asks but mainly are from 🗑️🧑‍🍳 so I ignore.

Everyone knows what you said is ABSOLUTELY right. Yes everyone, their mom and servants know what you said is right. He posts dumb namedrop jungkook. And WE all have seen it absolutely when. When paris *cough* *cough* oh the weather is so cold here, i can't say anything 🫣. Yes used many more times! Lets rewind ⏪ and say he dumbed the "so pretty i could die" thing during AYS promotion era out of nowhere lol. Like anon said, he feed that cult a lot! They watch, they monitor and they knows what their audience need. And sadly majority of the fandom being 🗑️🧑‍🍳 s, its easy too ! :(

If you are asking me to believe the "proof" these trashes got, sorry I can't. I'm a human I won't be able to survive in a titanic under sea.

This is how I feel it being in titanic!!

Like !? You stan , you claim them to be your fan, you claim that you'd die for BUT ! BUT you can't even recognise his voice 🙄 you can't even recognise their face in 4k

I'm just a human who use eyes to see things and brain to think not the opposite or other ways like 🗑️🧑‍🍳 do ! I'm sorry i have no ability to see the christmas trees as jungkook , wall paints as jungkook 😔🥺 i wish i was this shameless and useless one!

"Deep down we ALL know its true"

Who is this ALL anon? 😅 Feeding and deliberately posting shits are different my dear anon. I have never seen such a move from the side of Mr.Jeon. someone please tell him that he is also a part of this >.< Come on bro, debunk the shits that we are saying!!

Ha!!

So anon you tell me how we cannot be cocky when theories get debunk before its made up

Oops !

I have no problem with taehyung and jungkook, which are my babies. But I do have problem with 🗑️🧑‍🍳 for being the most ridiculous trashes in this world.

👆 the moment jungkook joined conversation, 🗑️🧑‍🍳 lost it ! You can't imagine my happiness when this happened right infront of my eyes ! They still believe that jikook don't see each other and were together only for '5 weeks' lol, idk from where they're coming up with these !

Desperate much !? Here is another 🗑️ praying to almighty, to seperate the 2 who already spend 436days together ( when i say together it doesn't means they're hip attached 24x7. They're in military not on a honeymoon. Thats the problem of YOUR mind set!! )

Lol, anon if I'm surrounded by these people tell me how can I not be cocky !? Its so funny to see them going womp womp under every post with their narratives

Wanna see?

Like said , what has AYS to do with music? Does it have an6to do with the category "favourite on screen" ? Yes ! Thats a travel variety show

Tell me how can I not be cocky 😭🙏 tell meee😭😭😭

You check their account and see a pinned taekook post , i was not surprised, you shouldn't be too ! Because DON'T EXPECT ANYTHING WITH A SENSE from 🗑️🧑‍🍳

If I post all the nonsense said by them , i might run out of space

This is a place where i share about jikook.

Throughout these many words i never tried to put my theory of jikook right ? Like "they are married from usa and have one kid from africa and other from japan and own a 10-story building and a pet called ..." No right ? Let me tell you a secret, i trust you don't tell anyone 🤫 i have no theories in oven about jikook 😔 i just believe what I see. Their bond, how it evolved, how comfortable THEY ARE with eachother. Their giggles, goofiness, their 'my shrimp my mura ham and gandhi ' moments. Just them. Let them be please . Traveling around the world even in their tight schedule just to create memories in thoughts of what if ... Traveling to their favorite spots just to eat ,relax and do whatever they want in thought of what if we didn't enli- . Checking timeline its obvious one can understand they planned AYS in the middle of enlistment processes. I'm not explaining that part here as everyone knows it! They wanted it to be together, the lottery they won ! Love is true ! Win is true !

No theories No manipulation , just a story of 27 year old took his 29 year old hyung as a companion to ms as a support system

We all are waiting for their return on june 11th , again nothing just the prayers for their health and happiness

-🍁

[acti-veg]

How do you get better being around/disagreeing with family?

I’m trying to remember I was in their place just recently, but now the relationship has changed since animal products are everywhere. I already disagree with them on a lot of things, which is hard enough to deal with because I hate disagreeing with anyone (even if I’m in the right), but this has kind of tipped over the iceberg. I like to think I’m nuanced about everything but when it comes to them I just want to shake them and scream ‘open your eyes!’

They support me but part of me wonders if they just see it as ‘quirky anon being quirky’. They’ve admitted they don’t want to know, which I’m torn about. Because on one hand while I want them to see and read what I did and become vegan, the idea of them doing that and then not being vegan….is scary. Does that make me a hypocrite?

Does it get easier? Family events, family gatherings? Just being around non vegan food? Should I even want it to get easier? Wouldn’t that be betraying my ethics?

Apologies for the downer ask. While I’m in your inbox I just want to say thank you for the reply you gave to my other anon a while ago (the spiralling one about owning a cat). It really helped me ease my anxieties (aided by talking to a therapist also (:). So thank you

I think that fundamentally, this is about accepting that you are not in control of, or responsible for, anyone else’s behaviour. You gain control what you do, you can make sure that the way you engage with the people around you is in keeping with your own ethics, but that is really the extent of it. I know this all sounds so obvious but it took me a long time and a lot of activism to actually internalise this lesson.

People are complicated, there is enormous social pressure to conform, there are millions of dollars in advertising and corporate lobbying all bent on making sure that people never really make the connection between the suffering of animals and the flesh that is on their plate. None of this is an excuse, but I think it takes something beyond just knowing what happens to animals to actually make that leap and that allow that emotional and cognitive connection, rather than just knowing something as an intellectual abstract. The conditions have to be just right.

For me, functioning in the world requires a certain amount of conscious disconnecting. I’m on the train on my way to a work event as I type this, when I get there the tables will be filled with the secretions and flesh of animals who probably suffered greatly and died in fear and in pain. I know that, but if I see a suffering pig in every ham sandwich on that table I wouldn’t be able to function, I couldn’t make small talk with the people eating it. I think you have to find a way to distance yourself mentally from that just to live a normal life.

Some people may argue that is ‘betraying your ethics,’ but you’re already vegan, so how is that a betrayal? Besides, what is the alternative? Is me breaking down and shouting at everyone who reaches for a sausage roll going to change their mind? I think that it is far better for animals if I can find a way to be level-headed about it and maintain connections with others, so that if someone actually did want to explore veganism, they’d know I’d be willing to help them without judgement.

I’ve been told this advice “isn’t very vegan” on tumblr before, but I’ve been an activist longer than most people here and I know what works and what is sustainable in the long term. If you are struggling with normal social interactions and events then I think it’s time to turn your attention to other interests for a while. Stop watching documentaries and reading books about veganism, just give yourself a little bit of a break from being so immersed in it.

Yes, you absolutely should want it to get easier. Animals don’t need you to suffer for them, they need you to be able to maintain your energy and mental health enough to be able to maintain veganism for life, and advocate effectively when the opportunity presents itself. I admire the passion and it speaks so well of you, but if you burn too fiercely on this you will burn out. Find a way to distract yourself and foster some peace, for your own sake and for the animals you’re advocating for.

Thanks for the kind words as well, I’m glad my previous reply helped you out a bit. I hope that this one does, too!

[luckycharms1701]

*comes sliding into your inbox and excitedly crashes you into a tight bear hug*

OMIGOSH CAPTAIN KIRSTEN YOU’RE BACK! How are you sweet thing!? I’m so glad to hear that your request box is open again! I’m so excited to see what wondrous words you’ll dazzle us with next!

I just had the most splendiferous like EVER, and I can’t believe I hadn’t thought about it sooner. But you like Peepaw Leo right? And I like Peepaw Leo.

So I was thinking like you know…maybe if you’re feeling up for it (if and only if of course) you wouldn’t mind sharing your thoughts on how F!Leo would react to someone who’s generally super amiable and confident with all the other and resistance members, suddenly turns almost painfully polite an awkward around him. (This is legit how I act around people who I think are attractive) It happens so much to the point that he thinks they don’t him when in reality, they like him so much it flusters them to the point they don’t know how to act around them.

Basically I just wanna see how a “mature” Leo would act when he realizes someone likes him so much they can’t function 😆

Once again, this is just an idea to get those creative juices flowing, so please do with it as you so wish and remember that you’re a darling treasure! MWUAH 😘🧡✨

anon-chan!!! hello!!! 🫂🫂🫂 i’m so glad to see you in my inbox!!!

congratulations anon-chan! this is officially the most difficult request that has ever been asked of me. i’ve spent weeks trying to figure this out. started writing a little fic, but it didn’t feel right. so i thought maybe i could do some headcanons, but every time i tried to start i didn’t know where to start!

the problem i’m having is variables. there are so many variables for how this could turn out, mostly depending on timing. when exactly during the resistance does this happen? because i feel like that informs leo’s response. so have some of my unfiltered thoughts. a peek into how i “organize” my writing thoughts, if you will. i’m sorry in advance

Early 20s: This Leo is still confident and optimistic, at least outwardly. He and his brothers defeated Shredder twice, how hard can the Kraang be? Sure, they need some help and it’ll take longer, but it’ll definitely work out in the end and life will resume as normal. Right?

So I imagine that Leo at this age would see you suddenly pulling away and acting formal with him and get upset at first. He thought you were friends, why are you doing this? He would likely reciprocate or get snippy, at least until one of his brothers, probably Mikey but possibly Raph, comes to him and is like “Dude. Come on.” Give the guy a break, there’s a lot going on you know??? So at his brother’s suggestion, he sits back and observes.

When he finally confirms for himself that you do, in fact, have feelings for him and that’s why you’re being standoffish with him, watch out! This little shit is going to make you suffer a bit. He’s going to start flirting with you. Lots of compliments, little winks, soft touches… You will be inundated.

Something changes. Perhaps they lose their biggest battle to date. Perhaps someone close to him dies. Perhaps it is Casey Jr’s birth. Any way it plays out, Leo realizes that life is shorter than it seems, that love is precious and fleeting and should be grasped. He realizes that his teasing may be a little more… genuine on his side than he’d realized.

So he comes to you. Perhaps he goes full ham, arranges a romantic meeting somewhere, plans a dinner. Perhaps you end up in danger, and he goes a little crazy about it. Perhaps it is just a quiet moment that the two of you manage to steal. Either way, he tells you how he feels.

Late 20s/Early 30s: Now here is a Leo who is starting to realize that they might be in over their heads. He’s lost at least one member of his family. He’s watched them steadily lose ground to the Kraang, despite everyone giving their best effort. He is starting to understand that they might not win this fight. At this point he’s probably learned how the Kraang came to our world and that he played a part in their arrival.

This Leo is overwhelmed, but still holding strongly to hope. He’s determined to do everything in his power to keep morale up. That’s why he notices immediately when you seem to start pulling away from him. He takes it a little personally at first. Yeah, maybe he’s not as fun as he used to be, but he’s trying to run a resistance here, that’s no reason to give him the cold shoulder. He resolves to approach you about it.

Something changes. Perhaps he notices you give him a sidelong glance. Perhaps someone teases you and he overhears. Perhaps he sits you down for that talk and you confess. He learns why you are so standoffish, and suddenly he has a choice to make.

Leading a resistance is a 24/7 job. He has no time for anything, especially when he has so much to make up for. Does he even deserve the sliver of happiness you’re offering him? And there’s the niggling thought in the back of his head that everything is futile anyway, that they’re going to lose and you’re going to die.

But if there’s one thing he’s learned out of all of this, it’s that life is short. He doesn’t want to die with regrets, and he knows he would regret not taking this chance. And he wants to give you what happiness he can, you deserve that. Wouldn’t it be a little “fuck you” to the Kraang, to find some peace in the midst of the chaos they (he) created?

He goes for it. He takes the risk, jumps in feet first, and tells you how he feels.

Late 30s: Leon. Oh Leon. He holds onto hope fiercely, with both hands, but he can’t, he won’t, keep any of it for himself. He understands implicitly that even if by some miracle they win, he’s not going to survive this fight.

He’s going to notice immediately when your behavior changes, when you get stiff with him. He keeps his finger on the pulse of everyone close to him, pays attention so that he can help them if they start to flag. It won’t take long for him to pull you aside, to ask you if everything is okay, if you need a break.

He’s going to figure it out, whether because you admit it to him or through context clues. He’s had years to hone his considerable talent in understanding people, his preternatural ability to know what they want with a glance.

He’s going to figure it out, and he’s going to do… nothing. As long as there’s the tiniest chance that you could survive this, he refuses to tie you to a corpse. Besides, he has been thinking up a plan, a last ditch effort, and maybe you could be the one to put it into action…

Your death hits him like a freight train. His own is a relief.

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