#and id rather just not quite frankly

[sucktacular]

Have to meet a future potential roommate tomorrow and like it's really not that serious but could I just kms instead? LMAO

Fucking hate having to meet people (100% a me problem). It's so early in the morning too cuz my other roomie works and can't do later 😭

I'm gonna be tiiiired. I have to make myself presentablllllle I have to be on my goodest boy behaaaaavior I have to make conversaaaaaation. Weeehh woe is me. I hate being a human can I just be a ghost and just only have to deal with having to coexist with the living? Not actually meet them? Thanx u

Anyway thanks I'll be fine I'm just annoyed when it's a thing I can't get out of at all cuz I have problems with socializing.

Me: I'm lonely and I wish I could meet more people and make friends with my roomies :(( I'm desperately sad about it

Also me: I'll kill anyone that walks 1 inch too close to my bedroom door and I'll snarl and spit and freak the fuck out (hyperbole but internally I'm growling and barking and whining to be left alone)

[forgaeven1]

first day of my new job 😵‍💫

[aroacettorney]

perhaps the reason why aup ended like *that* is because it was not supposed to have a happy ending in the first place, but sayren didnt have the guts to deal with readers' backlash for when they finally kill off the main character so a half baked happy ending is what we get 😔

[fappellmoan]

something that makes me feel guilty is the fact that seeing that persons face rn literally makes me angry. they walked into class and i nearly winced. and in all fairness they were quite kind to me. outside of the several kind of odd red flags. girl whatever. to be quite frank i am a horny bastard and vocal proud etc but few people interest me enough to actually want to hang out with and get to know And i have deep seated intimacy issues so it's like. we really dont have a shot unless the circumstances r exactly right on a full moon perfect thursday of a month etc like. well and tbh i probably would have fucked around with this person but i dont... care... about some big relationship w them.. and i know i could be a relationship girl like eventually i have it in me to have a muse that's what im built for i think idc but not rn... rn i need to hang out with my friends and do my film stuff and have people that maybe wanna make out sometimes is that so much to ask for. for a lesbian at a bar to want to make out perhaps. ** for there to be lesbians at the bars to potentially make out with.

[snekdood]

one of the reasons i didnt kill myself over all of that shit i went through is bc i didnt want any of yall disloyal ass hoes coming on to my da or some shit commenting some shit about "bwbwaa i i eyem sew soorry why dedent i listen to u snek omigod eyem so sorru u were so cool omigod why did i believe them-" while im dead, I need to be alive so I can tell you to go fuck yourself instead of have you soothe yourself with thoughts of "oh he would forgive me" or whatever tf.

[stupidusernamepolicy]

Cutting myself off, no more talking about usamerica on my blog. About these elections and hopefully otherwise. Goodbye

[ratatatastic]

anyways mikksy plays hockey today :]

[arolesbianism]

We did it boys we got our first game crash in oni 🎉

[unsat-and-strange]

The bots..... they are back

[yutarot]

IN PERFECT SYNC [j.jh smau]

twenty-two — i did it for you wc: 0.9k

there was nothing like the sweet, sweet bliss of fresh air amidst a college party. it was who you found in that fresh air, that made you want to turn around and walk back inside.

a face you haven’t seen for weeks.

the face of the girl who betrayed you.

giselle.

she didn’t see you right away, to engrossed in thought of whatever seemed to be bothering her, hidden behind a tail of cigarette smoke.

it was only after you’d turned your body in preparation to leave that she noticed you, her words stopping you in your tracks.

“you not having fun?” she asks.

you turn back around and she offers you her cigarette, which you politely refuse.

“i am..” you reply, “just needed some air.”

“ah.” she drops the cigarette to the floor, stomping it out with the toe of her heels. “sorry.”

you furrow your brows at her nicety. what’s the point in being nice now, after everything she had done to you?

as if she’s read your mind, she speaks up. “look yn, about Y..”

“you mean jaehyun? you can say his name giselle, i wont start crying.” you snap, and she flinches in shock.

“you know?” she asks, surprised.

but you’re even more surprised at her question. she seems eerily calm about the fact that Y was infact jaehyun. why was she more shocked about the fact that you knew? unless…

“you knew?” you question.

her head hangs in defeat.

she knew the whole time?

“giselle?”

she looks back up at you.

“i knew.” she whispers. “but yn-“

“it’s just one thing after the next with you.” you say, sighing, picking yourself up to go back inside.

but she stops you.

“i did it for you.”

huh..?

“what?”

“sleeping with him. i did it for you.”

you feel the need to bang your head incessantly against a brick wall in attempt to understand what the hell she means.

“oh so you slept with my ex bestfriend behind my back… all for me????” you feign adoration sarcastically, “awww giselle you didn’t have to.”

“yn! i’m serious!”

your smile falters as you notice a change in giselle a demeanour.

she’s telling the truth.

“what do you mean you did it for me?”

“remember when you got that message from Y saying ‘i’m over you.’?” she says.

“yes…”

“that night, i bumped into jaehyun on my way to the bathroom and uh, he looked upset.”

you’re confused.

“upset? what about?”

“you.”

you let her continue. “he was drunk, and so i asked him what was bothering him, not actually caring, just hoping i could yk, find out something interesting. and boy… i did…”

“he told you he was Y, didn’t he.”

“yeah… and look yn, i rlly wanted to go straight to you and tell you. but all i could think about was how you would feel if you found out that the one person in the world you hated the most ended up being Y. i knew that you would feel so embarrassed and hurt and i just really couldn’t stand to let you find out like that, not after everything he did to you and not after everything Y had said to you. i knew you were excited about it, i couldn’t stand to see you be let down.”

your eyes look down to the floor, trying to figure out what she’s trying to say. but she continues.

“so, drunk out of my mind, all i could think about is that he needs to get over you before you find out. i thought i could do something.”

“so you slept with him?”

“so i slept with him.”

wow.

you don’t know how to feel.

you have to admit, giselle’s drunken attempt at being a good friend to you was quite frankly stupid and albeit it insanely dumb, but her intentions shocked you.

“i didn’t think of the repercussions, i didn’t think of how you would feel when you found out about it. but i knew that id rather have you hate me than have your heart broken by the fact that Y was jaehyun. so i let you hate me. i wanted you to hate me, if it made you happy.”

just like how jaehyun did, you think to yourself. she had chosen your own feelings over hers.

“giselle…”

“i don’t expect you to forgive me, what i did was stupid. because you know now anyways.”

you don’t know how to tell giselle that whatever she did, worked. that jaehyun really is now over you, that Y isn’t him anymore. because something makes you reluctant to admit that she ended up being right.

“you really did all that so that jaehyun would get over me before i found out he was Y?”

“yeah, stupid right.”

you laugh, and she laughs too.

she’s right, it was stupid. and to you, her reasoning makes no sense, but to know that she didn’t purposefully betray you makes you feel a little better.

like jaehyun, she let you hate her so that your suspicion wouldn’t falter.

but you really can’t forgive her.

because, unlike jaehyun, she knew it was him she was sleeping with.

you sigh. “it’s too complex.”

she nods. “i’m really sorry.”

you smile, “see you around?”

“see you around.”

but you won’t. not tomorrow, not next year.

not ever.

mlist — next

notes; sorry to those of u who thought Y 2.0 was giselle 😢😢😢 but i wonder why yn and gigi won’t be friends ever again 🤔🤔🤔🤔 hmmm suspicious 🤔🤔🤔🤔 oh yeah btw tmrs chapter is the big Y 2.0 reveal😁 sleep well!

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[ruvi-muffin]

I got my wish

I'm so gd happy

I want to see essek and gilmore duke it out in the finale it's all i want

It's what im here for

[bxtchycaprisun]

obstinate (2) | a. anderson

summary: you’re a new medic in the WLF base. you’re young, hardworking, and the thing that abby anderson hated the most, stubborn.

notes: fem!reader, medic!reader, protective!abby, soldier!abby, this shit is ANGSTYY (i kinda went overboard but oh well), still no smut yet (when i said slow burn i meant slow burnnn), abby makes some questionable decisions, reader says some questionable things, mentions of insomnia, this relationship is not healthy yall

taglist: @caitlinisfruity @shaemonyou @mattm1964 @vigelvictoria

an: glad you guys enjoyed part 1!! i just grinded out this chapter so fast cause i’m going out of town this weekend so i apologize if it’s messy!

MDNI!! will contain sexual themes in future chapters

part 3 here

several days had passed and abby was still seething. not necessarily because of you, which of course she was also frustrated by. she was mad because she was confused. why did it bother her so much that one new girl wouldn’t follow her orders? wouldn’t listen to her demands?

or, to put it better, why did it excite her so much? abby anderson was a well-liked leader in the base, and with that, people were kind to her. while it may not have always been real, they still showed her respect to her face, they listened.

but you didn’t.

as she picked up her breakfast from the cafeteria in the mornings, she allowed her eyes to wander a bit more, thinking just maybe one morning, they would be met with yours. she even began eating her meals within the cafeteria with manny and his father, rather than taking it back to her room like she’d always done. but before every patrol, as the buzz of conversing soldiers surrounded her, your voice was never one of them. your face, never in the crowd.

after more days had passed, she decided to pop her head into the infirmary as “occasionally” as she could. she would saunter around, stopping by the few patients she knew well, and in every chance she could, she would watch you in your corner, working away with a roll of gauze and a bottle of sanitizer.

and you would pretend that you couldn’t feel her staring.

she never spoke to you though. she knew how the conversation would go, either ending in her apologizing or starting an argument, neither of which she wanted to do.

to be truthful, she wasn’t sorry. she didn’t care that she snapped at you, or that she was overstepping by demanding that you rest. and quite frankly, she didn’t care if her attempts at talking some sense into you resulted in you hating her.

she was your superior is what she’d tell herself. it was her duty to make sure things ran smoothly in the base, and you were no use as a medic if you were dead or injured.

so rather than doing the right thing, and talking through her concerns with you like an adult, she did something dumb.

which is why she found herself with booted feet outside Isaac’s door, knocking her fist against the firm wood. it was late, and she had just returned from patrols.

she wasn’t going to do it, she knew how much of an intrusion this was. but seeing your penciled name scheduled for a particularly dangerous patrol that upcoming Wednesday, she couldn’t help herself.

she hadn’t even showered, hadn’t even changed. she went straight from the trucks to his doorstep, knowing she couldn’t let herself think on it, knowing she’d change her mind. looking back on it, abby should have let it sit.

fuck it.

isaac opened the door with raised brows upon seeing the soldier. “abby” he say with a tight smile as he steps back to let her in.

“isaac i…” she fiddles with her fingers for a moment and clear hers throat, “i’ve got a few concerns about… about who you’ve put on patrols.”

he nods his head sharply, an amused smile creeping onto his lips. “alright” he says as he tilts his head to the couch, gesturing for her to take a seat. “let’s hear it.”

abby was a bit surprised by his demeanor. typically when she’d “expressed concerns” in the past, he’d been incredibly closed off to her ideas. she’d be hit with a quick “how hard is it to follow my orders?” with a slammed door in her face.

he’d never acted like this. she didn’t have a clue as to why this was different.

“okay,” she nods her head quickly and carefully sits on the couch. “well… i’ve noticed that you’ve been adding medics to some of our patrols.”

“mhm.” he responds with a raised brow, waiting for a bit more explanation.

“i just- i guess i don’t understand why. i mean, we need all hands on deck at the infirmary, and sending untrained medics on the field is just… it’s irresponsible isaac.” abby struggled to mask the annoyance in her tone as she blurts out her concerns.

“untrained medics?” isaac asks with a grin. “well, i’ve only tried it out with one medic so far and she seems to be doing well.”

abby furrows her brows. before she can think about what she’s saying, a sharp “well she’s not” escapes her lips. her eyes widen at her own words. your face crosses her mind, and she imagines you frowning, eyes darkened with the pain of betrayal, pupils wide with hurt. she imagined what you’d look like if you heard what she was saying.

but she was already in too deep to go back now. “did you know she was injured? she hid it from the entire patrol, could’ve bled out if she ignored it any longer.” she knew she was exaggerating, but she was too desperate to care.

“really?” isaac asked with suspicion. “i wasnt aware of that.” he pauses for a moment, rubbing his chin with thought. “i understand your concern abby, i do. but… our casualties out in the field have nearly doubled since last fall.”

abby shakes her head, “no… you don’t get it she-”

“no you don’t get it. some injuries can’t wait the journey back to the base, anderson. it is far easier to put a few medics out on patrols than to train all soldiers in first aid.” he leans forward with his hands on his knees as he speaks.

“i understand that.” she puts her hand up, trying to protest further. “but your medics are going to be no help in either the infirmary or on the field if they get killed by some scar. when i came here, soldiers were put through months of training before they were allowed to step foot outside the base.” she shakes her head. “now you’re just going to throw them out there with no experience in combat?”

“look i’m not familiar with the relationship between you two,” isaac laughs a bit as he says this. “but i chose your friend to be the first of this experiment for a reason.”

she scoffs at the word experiment. is that what this was? he was just going to treat you like you were some sort of test subject?

“she may not have gone through combat training through the WLF, but that doesn’t mean she is completely inexperienced. she didn’t grow up like you abby.” she flinched a bit at this statement. it was rare that isaac brought up her past. but despite that, she was intrigued. she hadn’t even thought to ask about your past.

“she grew up in FEDRA school. she was there when the denver QZ was overthrown. she was a solider. and i guarantee that if she wasn’t so talented in medicine, she would be up there with you and all your grunt buddies.”

abby huffs at this. “the way we fight is far different than how FEDRA trained and you know that,” she hisses with an accusatory finger pointer at her leader.

isaac stares at her with narrowed eyes, before sighing deeply and leaning forward even more, gazing at her warningly. “what do you want abby? are you asking me to take her off the schedule completely? put another medic out there who has no idea what they are doing just so you can have some peace of mind?”

she closes her mouth quickly and looks away. that was exactly what she was asking, but she wouldn’t say it. “just… keep her off of the really bad routes will you?” she asks. “i saw she was supposed to go to the serevena this week, and i want you to remove her from the patrol.”

Isaac chuckles and shakes his head. “you know the dangerous patrols are where she is needed most right?”

“at least until she’s been doing this for a bit longer” she asks, less demanding this time. “please Isaac?”

isaac tilts his head up slowly, before bringing it down in a nod. “fine. but just for the next month or two, got it?”

abby let’s out a relieved breath as she stands up. “yes. yes that’s fine. thank you, isaac.”

“just get out” is the last thing she hears as she leaves the room, a triumphant grin plastered on her face.

. . .

the only thing that kept you awake was the memory of your coworkers chuckle ringing in your aching head.

“i think you’re the busiest person on the base” he had laughed. “i don’t know how i’d function with the amount of sleep you’re getting.”

it was ironic, truly, that he could have put your, what you could borderline describe as suffering, into such a joking statement. even you didn’t know how you were functioning, to be quite honest.

over the past three days, you hadn’t gotten more than 3 consecutive hours of sleep at a time. between night shifts at the infirmary, day shifts on patrol, and the completely disorganized meal times you had managed to fit in, you were hardly getting any rest.

the sleep you were getting was on one of the firm cots within the infirmary, the commotion of patients and medics just out the hall constantly waking you up.

you had always been an insomniac, hadn’t gotten a full nights sleep since you were a toddler, maybe not even then. at FEDRA school, you’d stay up half the night reading books on surgeries and weaponry, practically ruining your vision from squinting in only the moonlight.

but despite your familiarity with a lack of slumber, that condition could only take someone so far, and it’s gotten to the point where sleep was the only thing on your mind. other than abby. you were a robot, a machine, a lifeless shell of yourself who just worked and ate, and worked and ate, and eventually slept. you hoped that maybe that soldier would come to you in your dreams, approaching you with an apology and toothy smile. you never fall deep enough into your sleep for that to be possible.

you also drank coffee. a small perk of being a consistent medic in the night shift, you were the first person to get access to the rare bean.

and in this moment, you were only two hours away from the end of your night at the infirmary. you stirred a bit of milk into your mug, and squinted under the fluorescent lights you had turned on in the cafeteria. you had always hated the cafeteria when it was full of people, but in the night, at almost 5 am, there was no one there.

it was a kind of quiet that you didn’t often experience.

that was until you heard a voice call your name from behind, startling you enough you nearly spill your coffee all over yourself.

abby had gotten up extra early for patrol that morning, unable to sleep with thoughts of her and Isaac’s conversation replaying in her mind. she was, of course, pleased with the turn out. but she was mainly guilty, and a bit terrified. terrified of how you’d react to her interjection of your schedule.

but when she saw you in your baggy scrubs, hair pulled out of your face, and a pout on your lips as you sipped at your drink, she didn’t care. she just wanted to talk to you, she hadn’t in so many days.

after your initial jump scare, you turn to meet eyes with your new visitor, and breathe a sigh of relief.

“oh abby” you smile softly as your heart settles, “it’s you.”

she’s a bit surprised at your calm demeanor, granted your last conversation had been an argument, but she took it happily.

and for you, you were too tired to be anything but quiet and friendly. and more importantly, you were too tired to remember anything that happened more than five minutes ago.

“hey you,” she replied as she took a step closer. “how’ve you been? are you just getting off?”

you shake your head as you take another sip of your coffee. abby scrunched her nose at the smell, she’d always hated the drink.

“no…. no i’ve got a couple more hours.” the two of you stand side by side and lean back against the metal countertop, looking out into the empty room. her hip is close to yours, and you can feel the heat cascading off of her body. it takes a lot of will power not to slouch your body against hers, and just pass out on her broad shoulder. you had a feeling she wouldn’t wake you up.

“you heading off for patrol?”

abby nods her head, and turns it to face you. she studies your eyes for a moment, taking in the dark circles laying beneath. “you said you’ve got a couple hours left still?” she asks, concern laced in her tone.

“yeah” you sigh and she straightens her posture a bit more.

“i’m not going to lie,” she says as she takes a better look at you, “you look like a corpse. when’s the last time you slept?”

you shrug your shoulders and your lips curl into a small smile. “before my shift? wasn’t for long but it was something.”

her expression hardens and she prods at you a bit more. “how long are we talking?” she asks you, trying to keep her wording light, but it’s clear she’s worried.

“bout a few hours”

“a few hours?” she repeats with a scoff. you look at her blankly, unable to say anything to defend yourself. “okay whatever.” she shakes her head, “better question; when’s the last time you got like- like a real nights rest?”

at this, you can’t help but let out a dry chuckle. “i don’t really do that” you muster with a playful smile. but it’s clear on abby’s face she doesn’t find that very funny.

“you can’t just live off of coffee and catnaps” she says with a frown, waving her hand dismissively towards your mug, “you know that right?”

“i dunno” you shrug and look back out into the empty cafeteria, “been doing just fine as of now.”

“no. no you haven’t” she pushes herself off of the counter and turns to face you completely. “you know how i know that? because when people are tired they get delirious.” you watch her with raised eyebrows as she continues.

“and when people are delirious, they make dumb decisions. hence why you’ll probably have a gnarly scar on your back for the rest of your life.”

she stops her sentence abruptly and you clench your jaw. you break eye contact, and feel your fingertips grip onto the countertop.

“h-how is it anyways?” she asks, a lot more gingerly now.

“it’s alright” you turn back with a smile, deciding to brush off her harsh comment. “other than a gnarly scar, that is.”

she purses her lips and bobs her head lightly. you both stand in silence for a moment, the only audible sound in the room is that of your breathing. your mind feels clear for a moment, relaxed by the rhythm. as you feel air leaving your lungs, it is accompanied by the sound of abby inhaling beside you. you are the first to speak again.

“i should get back” you say softly and she mumbles in agreement.

as you take a step to leave, you decide to ask her one last thing before you part ways.

“oh also..” you tilt your head in curiosity. “when’re you scheduled for patrols to the serevena this week?” you wondered if you’d cross paths with her at all. despite your disagreements, you still found yourself with a constant craving for her presence.

abby clenches her jaw at the mention of patrols, feeling the hair on the back of her neck stand up. we’re you going to bring up her conversation with isaac? we’re you going to be upset?

“i uh…” she rubs the back of her neck nervously, “i’m scheduled to go there wednesday and thursday.”

“cool,” you reply with a sweet smile, “i’ll be there wednesday. see you then abby.” you turn your heel to walk away.

abby’s breathe hitches and her face contorts with confusion. “i- i’m sorry… what?”

you spin back around with furrowed brows. “i’m scheduled to go on wednesday too, so i’ll see you there.” you reaffirm, unsure as to why she looks so bewildered.

what the hell is she talking about? abby couldn’t help but think.

“did uh-” fuck she didn’t know how to put this, “did isaac not talk to you?”

“bout what?”

“about the patrol.” she responds through her teeth, her voice more firm than intended. if you were playing dumb right now, it really wasn’t funny.

you look away with thought for a moment, before your face lights up in realization. “ohhh. oh yeah he did. he actually pulled me aside this morning, said that the serevenas got even more scar sightings than normal, and that he really needed me there.” you affirm, still unsure as to how this affected the conversation.

abby’s jaw slacks, and her mouth forms a scowl. “he what?” she hisses.

before you can open your mouth to hesitantly restate yourself, she cuts you off. “motherfucker. he said he was going to take you off the damn schedule!” she seethes, more so talking to herself than to you as she brings her hands to her hips.

“what?” you ask quietly, but the softness has completely left your tone.

she steps closer to you with her hand waving in the air. “you are supposed to stay behind for the serevena patrols. he told me he’d remove you-”

before she can continue her statement, you cut her off with anger. “you talked to isaac?” your voice is dripping with venom. you knew abby was used to getting her way, but this was a whole new low.

she stops her rambling for a moment, and her expression pales. “look.. i only did it because-”

“are you fucking kidding me?” you practically yell.

abby’s mouth snaps shut and she looks away. “i’m only trying to look after you.”

“i don’t need you looking after me abby!”

“yeah well i.. i disagree.” she mumbles in response, and your expression grows colder.

“what’re you trying to do here abby? are you trying to get me in trouble?” you demand. you slowly inch closer to her, your face red with anger.

“what? n-no of course not” she can only begin before you interject again.

“well that’s what you’re going to do! i don’t care if you’re trying to look out for me. do you know how bad it makes me look to have you demand that i’m taken off the schedule?”

abby’s breath is shallow. she hadn’t thought about it like that.

“i’m still new here! i- i can’t afford to have someone complaining about my abilities to the leader” you fight back your tears as they pool in your eyes. you hated how easy it was to cry when you were angry.

abby’s chest tightens as she sees hears your voice break. “that wasn’t my intention.” is all she can say.

“well that’s what you did” you bite back, your bottom lip quivering.

she scrunches her nose and straightens her posture, staring down at your shaking frame. “i stand by what i did,” she responds, successfully masking the uncertainty in her voice. “you don’t belong on the field, especially in a place like the serevena.” she didn’t know if what she was doing was right, but there was really no going back now.

all look of hurt and betrayal leaves your face, now, it’s just red hot anger. “god” you scoff, “all of you soldiers are exactly the same.”

you watch as abby steps back a bit, “what is that supposed to mean?” she beckons you to continue.

“i mean, all of you think that you’re so much better than everyone else.” you hiss, stepping up on your toes a bit to become more eye level with her, “that you’re the only ones who make sacrifices, the only ones who help others, protect others. you think that only you can handle yourself and that everyone else should be grateful when you swoop in and fuck up their lives!”

the hurt is clear in her face as you finish your outburst, but you don’t have it in you to care. there is only one thing you have room to think about, and that is how you will be treated if word gets out that the most important soldier on the base thinks you’re incapable of doing your job.

“so that’s what you really think about me?” abby mutters so quietly, it’s barely audible.

“that’s what i know about you.” you bring your face even closer to hers, looking up with fiery eyes.

even in her angered state, abby couldn’t help but take in your features with admiration. you were so expressive, so alive. even in your tired, teary eyed, and frustrated state, you were so alluring.

you were like the sun. so dangerous, so furious, and yet, the feeling of your warmth on her skin was something she craved so heavily. the second that analogy enters her mind, she pulls her gaze from yours, but not before taking a quick glance at your downturned lips.

if she were sane, she would’ve wanted to slap that frown off your face. and if you were anyone else, she actually would have. but instead the only thought that crossed her mind was bringing her lips to yours and kissing it away.

but she didn’t.

instead she steps back from your heaving chest, a sharp exhale escaping through her teeth as she shakes her head. you flinch at her absence of warmth. your heart sinks as you watch her walk away from you, the weight of your own words finally settling.

“you’re not going on that fucking patrol,” was the last thing she mumbled as she stepped out the door, leaving you to rot in your own anger beneath the bright cafeteria lights.

[tokiwarcube]

Dating Charles hc? 👀 Sfw & nsfw both fine by me 🖤

Hell yeah! Pre-Requiem SFW below the cut, NS/FW to follow in a separate post <3

Nathan HERE ; Pickles HERE ; Toki HERE ; Skwisgaar HERE ; Murderface HERE

Despite the “robot” label he’s been saddled with over the years, Charles is a very caring man. He’s romantic in a way that makes all of your rose-tinted teenage dreams a daily reality. And sure, he might not always have time for extravagant dates, but he’s tender in a way that smooths it over so naturally that you really couldn’t imagine spending time with him any other way.

Many of your nights are spent together in his office, sipping scotch to the quiet hum of classic rock as the two of you clean up whatever mess the boys have made this time. Quiet conversation weaves its way naturally into the scratching of pen on paper, easy and fluid as all things seem to be with him.

And while he is, functionally, always on call… Charles very much treasures the hours of the weekend he gets to spend with you.

Whether he’s taking you out to dinner or studying the pieces at your local art museum, Charles will usually be on his feet with you for the weekends unless you reel him in. Believe me, there’s nothing he loves more than relaxing at home with you with the lights turned low… but frankly, the man forgets that he can actually do that sometimes. Workaholic habits die hard.

And despite being around it all the time, Charles still loves live music. Take this man out to a show or two, you won’t regret it.

Just… don’t take him on the dance floor. Ever. He talks big game, but he has zero sense of rhythm. The ‘57 Gibson Les Paul hanging on his wall is purely for decoration, he cannot play it by pure virtue of the fact that he couldn’t catch a beat if it smacked him in the face. Don’t let him fool you.

Charles isn’t a very cuddly man, but that isn’t to say he’s not sweet. He loves placing little kisses to the inside of your wrist when alone, in particular.

Although if you have the urge to card your hands through his hair after hours while he works on a few deals, or loosen the tension in his shoulders… he certainly isn’t complaining.

When he’s drunk though… very, very clingy.

Even while sober though, he does have a bit of a fascination with your hands, just in general. You’ll often catch him watching your movements while you type, or fiddle with a pen. And it’s no surprise that, left unguarded, he’s prone to toying with your fingers a bit. It’s almost subconscious, really.

Charles has a fantastic memory, and he uses this to his advantage often. He’s always got you in the back of his mind, and he’s rather liberal about texting you when something reminds him of you.

[1 Attachment] Isn’t this from that show that you like?

That being said, gift giving is one of his bigger love languages, and he always seems to find the perfect thing. He has some preternatural gift for finding things that nobody else can.

He’s a fan of the classics, in many regards. Holding doors, pulling out chairs, flowers… he does it without thinking, really. Although, he won’t complain if you do the same for him. Makes him quite soft.

Least jealous man this side of the hemisphere. He completely trusts your loyalty and ability to assert yourself, no questions asked. And if there’s someone that’s not taking no for an answer? That is harassment, and they’ll be dealt with shortly. Props of always having a Klokateer around the corner, I suppose. (He’s a very vigilant man in general, actually. You always feel safe when you’re out in public with him, and its not just because of the armed guards that linger in your shadows.)

He keeps a photo of you in his wallet — a little polaroid that Toki had taken after you gifted him a polaroid for Christmas one year, tucked just behind his ID.

He keeps you as his lockscreen, too. Whenever he gets a smidge too stressed in the office, he’ll pull out his phone in a “do it for them” type move. It always works.

He takes your words very seriously — you always feel heard when you talk to him. He’s a fantastic communicator, and most problems are resolved fairly quick.

He loves hearing your voice, and if you’re in a position where you can do such a thing, he loves to just call for a little while. Just to hear you speak.

For as much as he preaches about getting 8 hours of sleep per night, he’s rather shit at following that rule. He might acquiesce if you ask him sweetly enough to please come to bed… although you might have a bit more luck if you plop yourself in his lap, instead. He gets so vigilant about not waking you up on accident that he eventually just gives up and carries you to bed with him.

And despite not being the cuddliest man during the day, he almost always has a hand on you in the night.

He’s an early riser by habit — a morning person by necessity, not by nature, as he says — but don’t think you’re getting out of bed before him. A bleary eyed and whiny Charles is a sight for sore eyes, truly.

He does have a certain set of routines that he follows to a tee, one of which is bringing you coffee in the morning. He likes to sit on the edge of the bed, sipping from his own mug as he gently runs his free hand up and down your spine. For a moment, the world is quiet — peaceful.

[ironunderstands]

I must say, even though I’ve just barely gotten into Jason Todd’s character (and the DCU as a whole), the underutilization of the All Blades is so disappointing, because they could be SO cool and I just don’t mean fight-wise

From my understanding of them, they are magical swords he can summon from his soul that only work against magical entities in the presence of absolute evil, something that is incredibly cool, and that he can’t make much use of considering Batman’s no meta heroes/villains in Gotham thing (plus in general it doesn’t seem like the place has a lot of those).

But what if it did?

There’s a million different reasons why Gotham could start getting more spooky in more ways than one, and if a threat like that ever happened, realistically he’d be the only one around to deal with it.

So why not let him? Honestly, I don’t even know how to describe his relationship with the Bats currently (to be quite frankly honest, I don’t think the writers do either), but if they let Jason focus not just on his differing morals, but on his unique abilities (or rather, combing the two), we’d have very interesting stories on our hands

Jason fighting an evil others literally cannot even see, and slowly wearing himself out, but fighting anyways to protect his city.

Jason in more ways than one protecting Gotham from the evils the Bats can’t, and not just in a “murdering the really awful people” way

Jason finding a newfound sense of purpose in this, and maybe (although it might be impossible) taking others under his wing for a change to help defend this city from this new threat, and to hopefully help him heal from his past experiences

THERE IS SO MUCH POTENTIAL. DC WRITERS. DO THIS. PLEASE. FUCK IT ID DO IT IF I KNEW MORE ABOUT THE LORE AND CHARACTERS (I got into this community like, 2 months ago tops) COME ON. THE BEST STORY EVER IS RIGHT THERE. LET JASON/RED HOOD DO NEW THINGS.

[writtenicarus]

The Hate On Jegulus Shippers recently

aka, me saying what im sure a lot of us are thinking (please reblog and share xx) love you all

Hi everyone, I'm em. As you probably know if you follow me, I have never sugar-coated my feelings and never given a fuck about speaking on how I feel. Today I'll be addressing the extreme amount of hate us jegulus shippers have been receiving. To clarify, I myself have been a receiver of death threats because I ship this since I was 13, A CHILD. And I will also soon be deleting my responses to all the hateful asks as I don't want my page to be a negative space. So it no longer affects me, but I'd like to speak just incase it has been affecting any other shippers

To begin with @jilyserrr is a big contributor to this hate, and I have no problem naming and shaming. This..creature..seems to be fine with openly telling us to die, so this thing should be okay with me mentioning it! Anyways, a lot of anons have been attacking jegulus shippers too. And to be honest, I don't care, but I know a lot of people are getting frustrated. Because at the end of the day, has it ever occurred to you that we don't give a shit what you have to say? The anons telling us to die and that we're pieces of shit are obviously trolls and as annoying as they are, it can be dealt with.

But unfortunately there seem to be other people who think they're, let's just say, moral heroes that want to involve themselves too. and I'm sorry, but as a sapphic woman I'm going to say this, "but you guys don't write about wlw ships" WE DONT CARE. "you don't represent wlw ships" BECAUSE WE COULDN'T CARE LESS. im sorry, but people are literally afraid to admit it, so i will say it for them. we don't write about that content because, simply, we do not care for it. its not our thing. i love women, big fan of tits don't get me wrong mate, but id rather write about the boys, and guess what that's fine.

we as writers have a right to write whatever we like because it's our creative outlet, and shipperd have the right to enjoy content that makes them happy. because at the end of the day, who cares what you ship? we all deserve to enjoy our favourite characters.

you don't have to play martyr in our ask boxes with your misogynistic claims, because honestly it's a bit embarrassing. im a queer woman. that makes no fucking sense.

in summary, call me whatever you like because quite frankly i do not give a shit, but leave out the death threats and annoying ask boxes because it's not gonna change us. we're not gonna wake up and randomly want to off ourselves and ship every woman together that exists in the fandom. i know we base our fandom on wizards, but this isn't really magic.

oh and by the way, shoving women together because you view them as having less value on their own is misogynistic, not the other way around. thanks!

[snekdood]

i feel like i should change zeros actual name... since I didn't know Isaac was a hebrew name... and dont wanna convey the wrong message... but goddamn does "isaac charles winslow" roll off the tongue.