#and last night i was having dreams about how my favorite family friend had died last year

[lesbian-hatsunemiku]

to inform me that my great-grandmother just died, my mom said to me, "Beth didn't want to live in a world without Jimmy Buffett." dude....

[zyafics]

ok dis a request and ik u already writing a lot but i gotta share my idea ok so what if, the reader writes like fanfics kinda IDK WHAT TO CQLL IT but they in her notebook and it smutty and ones about rafe, and the reader has to tutor him and hes snooping obviously and he finds the notebook👅 and he turned on bt it THAT WHAT I GOT SO FAR BUT 👅👅

i can’t definitely see this in a best friend’s brother’s scenario!

you’re the type of person who keep your emotions under locked and key. it almost makes you timid, quiet, and shy. people never understood how you—of all people—are best friends with sarah cameron, kook princess and ultimate extrovert on kildare. but you were.

you carried a notebook around you everywhere. it’s how you channel your thoughts and regulate your emotions. no one was allowed to see it—not even your best friend, who often catches you scribbling furiously into the pages after a dinnertime with her family. however, despite her adamant need to be nosy, she respects your privacy enough to not pry.

rafe doesn’t.

one night, after coming back from using the cameron’s shower, you catch rafe in sarah’s room, flipping through the pages of your journal languidly, as if he’s leafing through a magazine. your eyes widen, your heart racing, and you lunge across the room to knock the book out of his hands—but rafe is too quick.

he gives you that cocky smile, that knowing look that says he has a dirty secret about you. and he does. he says your name, dripping with feigned shock and scandalousness, and say, “didn’t know you were thinking about me this much.”

your face is full of embarrassment. all the little secrets and thoughts you had about rafe is exposed through layers of pages. the ones where you deluded yourself to thinking rafe might have something of a thing for you. where every accidental brush of his fingers against your hand when passing plates was accounted for—and meant something—and wet dreams you concocted while spending the night at sarah’s were documented, with rafe just a few doors down.

it’s mortifying.

“give it back,” you reach for the diary again, but rafe’s much taller. and he’s too entertained to let it slip from his grip.

“and return my favorite stories? not a chance,” he says, flipping through the pages until he ended up in a spot of his choice. there, he started reading your words—your dirty, stupid, and lustful words about rafe bending you over a table and fucking you roughly from behind.

you can’t do anything but stare in embarrassment. needing him to stop. wanting nothing more than to disappear. when he finishes the last line, the last sentence to your humiliating fantasy, rafe would lift his head up to meet your stare.

“this is practically porn.” he says.

and you know it is. but you refuse to let him make you feel ashamed about it.

“it’s not porn!” you argue, heat flushing your cheeks. “it’s a healthy outlet for my thoughts.”

he scoffs, but his head tilted with challenge. “i have an healthy outlet for thoughts.”

you still. at first, you thought he was mocking you, but his voice is light, and… daring. your eyes wander down his frame to see the tent in his pants.

is rafe turned on by you? turned on by this?

you didn’t know what to say. and you didn’t have to. because rafe crosses the distance you shared and captured you in a kiss. his hands wandering, the journal long forgotten. from there, he dragged you to his bed, locking the door and putting you in every filthy position you had ever dreamed of. bending you in all different ways.

and when you finished the night, breathless and sweaty, legs trembling with sensitivity, his cum dripping down your thighs, rafe whispers, “better than any fantasy, huh?”

because next time you had a thought, instead of scribbling it down like a daydream, you came straight to rafe to experiment.

trying this new thing of writing blurbs of requests like this… don’t know if i like it… let me know ur thoughts <3

[danikamariewrites]

Nessian x reader

A/n: This is my first commission piece! I'm so happy with how this turned out. Thank you @dreamlandreader I'm so happy you like it 😊

Word Count: 3,223 words

Warnings: Angst, self doubt, fluff

Joining the Night Court as an emissary for the Winter Court has been a dream come true. Besides your home, Winter was your favorite place in all of Prythian. Their politics and history fascinated you, making you work your ass off in school so you could be the best of the best at court relations.

Feyre and Mor had been the ones that found you. Originally you were working for the governor of the Palace of Bone and Salt. The fact that you were being under utilized made Feyre pay you a visit, delivering a much better job offer.

Since you started you finally got your own apartment in a nicer part of the city, and you have been much happier going to work. Yes, it’s a bigger work load but you love keeping busy.

You also adored the Inner Circle. The High Lord and his family embraced you, not hesitating to treat you as one of their own. Especially Nesta.

The two of you clicked right away, becoming instant best friends. And of course she’s a package deal with Cassian.

You couldn’t deny your attraction to them as the months went on. Nesta had invited you to train with the Valkyries after working for the court for only two weeks, where you became very close. The small touches as she adjusted your stance mixed with Cassian’s praise never failed to make your face heat. It was odd, having a crush on a mated couple.

Finally, after a year of casual hangouts and staying late at the House of Wind enjoying their company, Nesta asked you out to dinner. “Nothing super fancy, unless you want fancy then we can go somewhere really nice or we can-” You cut off Nesta’s rambling by taking her hands in yours. “Anywhere you want to go, I’ll be happy Nes.”

Her smile brightened after that. Before leaving you to go make plans she bent down and softly kissed your cheek, whispering, “Until tonight.”

Seven o’clock came faster than you anticipated. Nesta knocked on your bedroom door just as you were putting the last clip in your hair. Opening the door you found a radiant looking Nesta. She was wearing a beautiful long black velvet gown. A slit up the skirt that showed off her toned thigh and a wide strap that hung off her shoulder.

“Wow,” You gasped out. You swear you saw Nesta blush as she quickly looked down. As she looks back at you her eyes roam your body. Drinking in every single one of your features. “You look stunning.” She whispers out, holding her arm out for you to link with hers. Taking it with a wide smile, she leads you down the hall and out your apartment.

Once you’re taken to your spot in the middle of the restaraunt Nesta pulls out your chair for you, pushing you close to the linen covered table. “Thank you.” You said sweetly, smiling up at her. She leans down to place a kiss on your forehead before taking her own seat. The kiss made your cheeks turn pink. It felt different than the one Nesta placed on your cheek earlier today. You could tell this one was meant to be felt. To be full of warmth and convey care.

Three courses and a very expensive bottle of wine later, you and Nesta were full and giggly. As your laughter died down she braced her forearms on the table, leaning closer to you. A giddy smile pulling at your lips you copy her. Your noses almost touching. “I have something to confess.” Nesta says coyly. You tilt your head at her unusual tone. “What is it Nes?”

Your heart was racing. Hoping for a confession of love from her. It was so wrong of you to hope that. Cassian was your friend too. You didn’t want to drive a wedge between them or the rest of the Inner Circle. At the same time you were wishing for Cassian as well. Wishing it was the both of them confessing their love for you. But he isn’t here, Nesta is. Maybe he doesn’t care about you as much as you thought.

You thought you were close with him. You shared jokes, would be board game partners, and even dragged him shopping with you. Cass pretended to hate it but liked spending time with you. Or so you thought.

“Meeting you has been an unexpected joy y/n. Getting to know you, having fun with you, and spending with you has just…I can’t think of a word to describe it, there isn’t one perfect enough.” You felt tears forming behind your eyes as a lump settled in your throat. No one had ever been this happy being with you. Not even your last boyfriend treated you with such kindness.

“I’m so happy I met you too Nesta. You and Cass and the rest of the family have been so kind to me.” Nesta closes the distance between your hands, lightly playing with your fingers. She looked hesitant to speak again. “I want to be honest with you, y/n. Cassian and I care about you. Not in a just friends way…”

Your eyes widen in shock and hope.You open your mouth to speak but the words get caught in your throat. “I-I care, I feel the same way.” Nesta lets out a happy sigh of relief and visibly deflates back into her chair while staying attached to you.

“We want you y/n. If you’ll have us.” You nod vigorously. “Yes. Yes, I really do.” You can’t stop smiling at her the whole walk home. Nesta holds your hand as you swing them back and forth.

Finally back at your apartment door, you frown a little, not wanting this sweet evening with Nesta to end. Looking between your new girlfriend and your door you let out a sigh. “Tomorrow morning Cass and I want you to come over for breakfast. We can talk more about things.” Nesta brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear, coming down to lightly trace your jaw. You nod, giving her a small, “ok.”

Unlocking your door you turn back to face Nesta. Looking up at her your eyes land on her full lips. “Nes?” “Yeah baby?” Pink slightly tints your cheeks at the pet name. “Can I kiss you?” Your voice barley above a whisper.

Nesta smiles and brings her hands up to cup your face. They feel soft against your skin. Leaning up to meet her you feel a spark as your lips touch. Your mouths move against each other in an elegant dance. The kiss full of warmth like the one she placed on your forehead earlier that night. For the first time in a long time, you feel genuine love flood your body. She’s holding you like you’re going to slip away and she won’t let that happen.

Your hands find home on her hips, pulling Nesta closer to you. In that moment, you decided you wanted to feel this love for the rest of your immortal life. And if you felt this way with just Nesta, how would you feel when Cassian started showing you love?

Would he though? He didn’t come to dinner tonight.

The kiss slowed until you two were just resting your lips against each other. Your breaths heavy as you pulled apart. “Goodnight baby.” Nesta gave you one last parting kiss before leaving you.

The next morning you donned an adorable cherry pink dress, practically skipping through Velaris on your way to the House of Wind. As you approached the outskirts of Nesta and Cassian’s home you spotted him waiting for you as he always did.

Cassian was wearing a wide grin as you approached. He scooped you up into his strong arms, spinning you around. Pulling back to look in your eyes, he held you firmly. “Hi sweetheart.” “Hi Cass.” you say sweetly, wrapping your arms around his neck to prepare for the flight up.

Cassian softly took off from the old cobblestone street, the beating of his leathery wings soothing your nerves as he climbed higher and higher.

Landing on the balcony of the living room he gently sets you down, grasping your hand. “How did you sleep last night?” He asks casually, leading you towards the informal dining room. “Fine. I had some excitement keeping me up.” He lets out a breathy chuckle and kisses the top of your head. “I can only imagine.”

As you walked with him you couldn’t help the tight feeling forming in your chest. Over thinking, like you partially did last night, as you wondered if Cassian really wanted you with them.

You couldn’t help it. You knew Cassian loved you as a friend, but his love for Nesta is like nothing you have ever seen before. You didn’t know if he would like bringing another person into their mated relationship. It took Cassian so long to win Nesta’s trust and heart. Would he want to let another share that?

Entering the kitchen you saw Nesta laying out plates of food on the table. Muffins, croissants, fruit, breakfast meats, and pancakes. Cassian pulls your chair out for you, like Nesta did last night. He pushes you in and takes the seat next to you.

Nesta sits across from you with a sweet smile on her lips. “Hi baby,” she takes your hand, bringing it to her lips. “Please dig in.”

Scooping food onto your plate the three of you fall into easy conversation. After a while you fall into a lull, unsure what to talk about besides the obvious.

Clearing your throat, you decide to start. “So…Nesta and I talked last night.” The pair perked up, making slight eye contact. “And I want to be with you guys.” They let out a sigh of relief and Cassin rested an arm on the back of your chair, smiling down at you. “But, I have a few questions.” Nesta nods. “Ask whatever you want, we’ll answer it.”

You turn to Cassian, a small pout on your lips and a sliver of worry in your eye. “Why didn’t you come to dinner last night?” He lets out a shaky sigh. Like he’s nervous to say anything to you. “We thought if it was just one of us, you’d be less intimidated by the thought of a relationship.” You slowly nod, letting his response seep in. “And you don’t mind this Cass? I don’t want to be a burden or cause problems for the two of you. I just-” Cassian tilts your face up by your chin with two of his thick fingers. A doting look on his features.

“Sweetheart. You have nothing to worry your pretty little head about. Rest assured, we both want you as much as you want us.” His thumb rubs against your chin. You felt relief knowing your anxiety was all for nothing.

…

Weeks have passed since your relationship started with Cassian and Nesta. It started out…chaotic to say the least. The three of you wanted time together but work picked up for all three of you. It was a busy time of year with the holidays right around the corner.

It also didn’t help that Cassian was away in Windhaven for a few days every week. It had just been you and Nesta at your apartment or the Town House.

Cassian being away made that doubt about how much they actually wanted you creep in again. You love your time with Nesta but you craved time with both of them. To just sit with them and bask in their attention. Maybe it was a mistake being with a mated couple.

On the last night of Cassian being away Nesta slept over at your apartment. You opted to sleep on your side rather than in the middle of the bed cuddled up with her like you usually would. You were too tense, lost in your thoughts and didn’t want Nesta to worry. Though she probably sensed it.

As Nesta laid down you curled in on yourself, trying to get further from her. This didn’t go unnoticed as she huffed at your movement. Sitting up, Nesta turns the lamp on on the bedside table, the dim yellow light illuminating her profile. She grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face her.

“Talk to me y/n.” Nesta pleaded with you. Taking a deep breath, you sit up, bringing your knees to your chest. Nesta rests a comforting hand on your arm, her thumb rubbing small circles on your skin. Worry glinting in her steel-blue eyes. You lay a hand over hers, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“Does Cassian like me?” Her face contorts into confusion. “Baby of course he does, he loves you. Why wouldn’t he?” You shrug, unable to meet her gaze in fear of bursting out into tears. “I just-I feel like he doesn’t want to spend time with me. I know work has been crazy but there’s a part of me that doubts…everything.”

When you look up at Nesta a single tear falls down her cheek. She shuffled closer to you, throwing her arms around your neck, pulling you flush to her chest. A few tears escape your own eyes. “I’m sorry baby. I’ll talk to him or we can all talk when he gets home.” You nod against her.

Cassian arrived home late the next afternoon. Wearing that wide goofy grin on his face as he came through the door of the Town House, embracing you both.

Back at the House of Wind later that night, you and Nesta lounge in the living room as Cassian makes dinner in the kitchen.

Sitting down at the table together Cassian tells you about his trip to Windhaven. It takes all of you not to interrupt him and blurt out, ‘DO YOU LOVE ME!’ But you hold your tongue as you push your vegetables around your plate. You don’t have much of an appetite anyways.

Cassian’s booming laugh pulls you from your thoughts. Out of the corner of your eye you see Nesta quickly glance at you. Looking up at Cassian you give him a small smile that he returns. “Sweetheart, I was wondering if you wanted to go out, just me and you.” You sit up straighter, surprise taking over your features. “Really?”

“Yes,” He laughed out, “Nes gets you all the time and I want you to myself for a bit.” You look to Nesta, as if asking for permission. She gives you an encouraging nod. “Ok. Can we go out tomorrow night?” “Absolutley.” Cassian brings a hand to the back of your head, placing a chaste kiss on your head.

Nesta helps you get ready for date night. Finishing up your make-up she lets out a dreamy sigh, “You look so pretty y/n/n.” She moves behind you to make sure your hair is perfect. “I’m excited to have the house to myself. Not that I don’t love having you two around but sometimes I just want to get lost in my book.” She giggles to help lighten the mood, making you giggle too. Nesta meets your y/e/c eyes in the mirror. She gives you a loving smile, draping your hair over your shoulders. “Ready?” “Uh-huh.”

Heading down the grand staircase you see Cassian waiting for you at the bottom with a bouquet of your favorite pink roses. Cassian watches you with a love sick grin as descend the last few steps. “You look stunning.” A slight blush dusts your cheeks as you look up at him. Cassian hands you the bouquet. You sniff them, taking in their sweet scent before placing them in the vase on the entry way the table the house put out for you.

You were surprised that you weren’t nervous during dinner. You and Cassian had fun joking and flirting like normal. He was extra touchy with you, never letting go of your hand an dpractically pulling you onto his lap at times. Cassian made sure he gave you his undivided attention throughout dinner.

Hand-in-hand, you take a walk along the Sidra, admiring the stars. “Lets sit for a minute sweetheart.” Cassian places a hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the nearest stone bench. Sitting, Cassian holds your hands in his lap.

“I wanted to talk about us.” You swallowed nervously at his words. “Nesta talked to me. And I’m sorry that you’ve kept that pent up for so long. I love you very much y/n. I’m so sorry if I haven’t shown you that. I promise that I will show you how much I love you for the rest of our lives.”

You grip his hands tighter in yours. Letting their warmth seep into you. Cassian’s hands are rough and battle worn. Yet so gentle with you, like Nesta’s. You feel safe with him. From the look in his eyes you know he meant every word. That it pained him you didn’t feel loved by him.

“I love you too Cassian.” You leaned your head against his shoulder. The two of you sat like that for a while, watching the stars shimmer.

…

It’s been almost a year since you started dating Nesta and Cassian and you couldn’t be happier. The three of you fell into a comfortabel routine. You always made time for each other, had regular date nights, and made sure time with family was balanced out as well as one-on-one time. And thanks to Nesta and Cassian’s endless begging you broke and moved into the House of Wind.

You placed down the last snack bowls, stepping back you admire the setup. Tonight was a night for just the three of you. It was rare you all got to relax and you were happy to see them let their guard down. To put away the mask of the General and Valkyrie.

You hung small fae lights, laid out extra blankets and pillows, set out snacks, and everything you will need for face masks. The front door shut as Cassian and Nesta’s voices floated up to you from the entry way. Approaching the living room they paused in the archway.

“Do you like it?” You ask, clasping your hands under your chin. Nesta rushed over to you, pulling you into a crushing hug. “It’s perfect.” She mumbled into your hair. You relax into her as Nesta hugs you tighter than you thought possible. “Missed you today.” “I missed you too Nesa.”

She broke away, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “I’ll be back, I’m going to change. Are you coming with me Cass?” You both look to him. Cassian is casually leaned against the door frame as he shakes his head. “Nah, I’m just going to chill in my underwear.” Before the two of you can protest he strips in the middle of the living room. “Will you take my leathers to our room?” He asks with a shit eating grin.

Nesta rolls her eyes at him, playfully slapping his shoulder. “Fine. But don’t start without me.” she calls over her shoulder. Cassian rushes at you picking you up, and flopping on the couch with you against his chest. You giggle and snuggle into his muscular chest. “Missed you today sweetheart.” “Missed you too Cass.”

[whispering-about-the-tmnt]

Current list of my TMNT Fanfics

✅ next to a fic means that it is complete

⏳ next to a fic means it is still being worked on

🔁 next to a fic means it will never be "finished" because it does not require completion (drabble collections, etc.)

I'm dividing these into two sections: fics in my 1970s AU iteration, and everything else.

1970s TMNT AU:

A TMNT Cookbook 🔁

Presented by Michelangelo, King of the Kitchen -- A collection of TMNT-inspired recipes and the very short stories behind them

Rating / Genre: G / Food & Cooking

Size: 5/? chapters (~2,140 words so far)

Notes: Ties into my 1970s AU, but works for just about any version

Duck And Cover ✅

January 28, 1977 -- When April O'Neil bought the building where she had spent her early childhood, she knew it was going to be a challenge fixing it up... but she never imagined that challenge would involve uncovering both evidence of the old owner's Cold War paranoia and a group of unusual "tenants" living twenty feet below her new property.

Rating / Genre: G / General

Size: 3/3 chapters (~13,800 words)

Notes: The first story in my 70s Au... centers around how April meets the Turtles

Other TMNT Fics:

A Cup Of Good Cheer ️✅

April is afraid that she got Donnie the wrong Christmas gift this year, but Leo tries to convince her otherwise.

Rating / Genre: G / Holiday, family, gen

Size: 1/1 chapters (~3,400 words)

Notes: Autistic Donnie vibes

All The Time In The World ✅

All Donatello wanted was a little more time to think…

Rating / Genre: T / Drama

Size: 8/8 chapters (~5,950 words)

Notes / Warnings: 2003 Universe; explosions, peril, guns, injuries

Displaced ️✅

An unprepared Donatello ends up on a Greyhound Bus to Springfield, Massachusetts

Rating / Genre: soft T / Mild drama, road trip, gen

Size: 6/6 chapters (~18,500 words)

Notes / Warnings: This was my first TMNT fic, which I originally posted some 25 years ago. It was written even earlier, though, right after the 1990s movies came out // Blood, guns, mild peril

Fleeting Thoughts 🔁

A collection of 100-word TMNT drabbles

Rating / Genre: G / Various, gen

Size: 10/? chapters (1000 words so far)

Notes: I know it is hotly debated what the length of a drabble should be, but I was always firmly in the 100-word camp.

Just Breathe ️✅

Raphael has a frightening encounter on a chilly winter night.

Rating / Genre: G / Gen, mystery

Size: 1/1 chapter (~1,500 words)

Notes: Fits pretty much every iteration / mentions of suffocation

Midnight On The High Bridge ️✅

The High Bridge between Manhattan and the Bronx has always been one of Michelangelo's favorite places to go for a late night ride on his board; but on this cloudy evening, he finds more than just fresh air and freedom high above the Harlem River.

Rating / Genre: G / M/F, Meet-cute

Size: 3/3 chapters (~8,100 words)

Notes: Brings Oyuki into the 2007 universe; takes place a year after the events of the movie

Passage ️✅

Leonardo has an appointment with death.

Rating / Genre: T / Drama, supernatural

Size: 12/12 chapters (~16,000 words)

Notes / Warnings: Originally written back in the early 2000s // Death and dying, gore, blood, mentions of religion

Red Dust ️✅

I had a dream last night. It was a long, restless, wandering dream.

Rating / Genre: G / Drama, poetry, gen

Size: 1/1 chapter (~700 words)

Notes / Warnings: Donatello-centric, Post SAINW, originally written and posted back in 2007 // mentions of death and dying

Requiescat ️✅

Leonardo died today.

Rating / Genre: G / Drama, grief, poetry, gen

Size: 1/1 chapter (180 words)

Notes / Warnings: Written a couple decades ago // Death and dying

Second Time Around ⏳

Two years after the defeat and banishment of Krang and Shredder, the Turtles and their human friends now have different, more personal challenges to overcome -- challenges that are made all the more difficult to deal with when Baxter Stockman and Karai pull them into a conflict that involves disentangling the complexities time itself.

Rating / Genre: T / Script, gen

Size: 19/? chapters (~28,000 words so far)

Notes / Warnings : A screenplay for a third Bayverse movie // Character death mentioned

Something Wicked ⏳

He felt movement all around him; something like the wind, though the air was dead still. He backed against the curved sewer wall… holding his breath as his eyes scanned the pitch blackness. The feeling grew closer, touching him… a whisper against his damp skin…

Rating / Genre: M / Horror, suspense, gen

Size: 21/? chapters (~64,200 words so far)

Notes / Warnings: Originally written and posted a couple decades ago, now being put under an extensive rewrite // Blood, gore, possible character death, whump, etc.

Still Waters ️✅

They say I'm the quiet one…

Rating / Genre: G / Introspective, poetry, gen

Size: 1/1 chapters (~200 words)

Notes: Also from over twenty years ago. A Donatello introspective.

The Bone Garden ️✅

You gathered up old papers, old photos… and you flipped through them, one by one, remembering…

Rating / Genre: G / Drama, grief, gen

Size: 1/1 chapters (400 words)

Notes / Warnings: Originally written on Halloween, 2007 for the 2k3 episode, Same As It Never Was, but now I feel that it applies to The Last Ronin, as well... or really, any story where one Turtle remained after the others had passed on // Mentions of death

The Scent Of Violets ️✅

Donnie and Mike are trapped underground with a memory

Rating / Genre: T / Drama, gen

Size: 1/1 chapter (~1,800 words)

Notes / Warnings: Written in the late 90s, early 2000s // Blood, severe injury

Three Million Reminders ✅

Master Leonardo and the other elders had told Casey about graveyards and cemeteries, but their descriptions had fallen far short of reality. In his life he had seen plenty of funeral pyres, lone burials, mass graves, vast tracts of scorched and scattered remains… but he had never been to a place like this, where families could come and visit the dead in peace, where mourning need not be rushed for the sake of escape.

Rating / Genre: G / drama / supernatural

Size: 3/3 chapters (~8,200 words)

Notes: Takes place post-ROTTMNT movie battle, as Leo lies unresponsive from his battle with the Krang

Under The Influence ️✅

Leo is under the influence of… something

Rating / Genre: G / humor, gen

Size: 4/4 chapters (400 words)

Notes: Just a silly little four-drabble story I wrote when I wasn't feeling so well a bunch of years back

When She Loved Me ️✅

She always said that I had his eyes. I don't know if I ever really believed her… after all, I never knew him. But I suppose they must be his. Her own eyes were deep and dark, almost black… reflective like mirrors. Mine are blue… light blue, like the sky...

Rating / Genre: G / Drama, gen

Size: 1/1 chapters (~2,500 words)

Notes / Warnings: Oyuki's backstory as I see it. Originally posted at FFnet back around 2000, though the fic is contemporary with the TMNTA Comics, setting its year at 1992 // Parental abandonment and neglect

[coraniaid]

Buffy for the character asks?

General opinion/how much I care about them:  What can I say about Buffy Summers? When she was fifteen years old a representative of an ancient mystical order told her that she alone had the power to stop bad things from happening in the world, thereby confirming something she had hitherto only strongly suspected.  She had to keep a fundamental part of her life secret from the world for years but she never learned how to tell a convincing lie because she was too busy thinking up puns.  She had a 95th percentile SAT score despite mostly studying in between fighting vampires in a cemetery every night and cutting classes to sneak out of school and fight yet more vampires during the day.   All her favorite teachers died or never noticed she existed.  She is both a quintessential only child and somebody who would fight a god to save her annoying little sister.  She blackmailed the management of a fast food chain so that they would let her keep doing a minimum wage job she hated with co-workers whose last names she can’t remember.  She burned down her old high school gym and blamed it on mice and blew up her new high school library while she was at her graduation ceremony and she sunk her hometown into a giant hole in the desert and drove away in a school bus.  She died twice before she turned twenty-one.  She is one of my favorite fictional characters in any medium.

A ship I love: I didn’t really talk about why I love Fuffy in my Faith answer, so let me try now.

Of all of Buffy’s shadow selves, Faith is the one who spends the most time actually in her shadow.  She doesn’t get later character development that takes her in a different direction and makes her her own person; she didn’t start out as something else entirely and get reworked later when the plot required it.  She doesn’t even get the illusion of a family and moments of happiness, like Drusilla has in Season 2.  When Faith’s not hanging out with Buffy she’s sitting alone in her motel room or lying in a coma or counting down the months in jail.  She exists to be a version of Buffy who is not Buffy, who is worse than Buffy, who doesn’t have friends or family or any external support.  That’s really all she is.  And she knows it.  And she hates it.  How could she not?  “You get the Watcher, you get the Mom, you get the little Scooby gang … what do I get?”

Because Faith is Buffy – the part of Buffy who never came back after she ran away from home and got kicked out of school; the part who can admit to craving a little more than low-fat yogurt after a night patrolling; the part that never got to make friends with Xander and Willow in Season 1 and never had a Watcher who cared about her –  so on a fundamental level Fuffy is about Buffy accepting those suppressed and hidden angry parts of herself.  But it’s also about Faith accepting the forgotten and ignored parts of herself that are present in Buffy: the idea that she can be a hero, that there are people in the world who care about her, that there are people who she can trust.  It’s about asking what if all of the Season 3 subtext – Faith’s whole arc this season paralleling Angel’s a year ago, and “what are friends for?” and “It’s kind of a Slayer thing”, and Joyce marching in the Slayer Pride Parade – was text, and what if the show existed in a world where the characters could act on it?

And because of how Season 3 turns out, it’s also about Buffy and Faith forgiving themselves, and each other, for doing almost unforgivable things to each other.  Because there were never meant to be two of them, and they’ve never been able to tell each other what they mean, and because “kill me, you become me”, but she tried and it didn’t help.  And it’s about crappy presents and knives to the throat and forehead kisses and shared dreams and hopelessly entangled destinies.  It’s ”She could be terrified.  Maybe [...] she’s sorry and she’s alone” and “You think you matter, you think you’re a part of something, and then you get dumped” and “All my life there was one person who tried to be my friend” and “I tried so hard to help you and you spat on me” and “Willow said you needed me.  Didn’t really give it much thought.”

As much as I wish Faith was in Season 7 more, part of me is glad that this is all we got, because I really don’t think the show could ever have done all this justice. And the little we get is enough to make me a bit crazy.

A non-romantic relationship that I love: I already talked about Buffy and Willow, so I will try to subvert expectations a little here and go with Buffy and Giles.  Not the fandom version of their relationship I like to complain about where Giles is an uncomplicated Good Dad, but the messy and complicated and heartbreaking version where he just won’t allow himself to be that person.  

I mean, I think it’s very clear from the show that Giles really does care about Buffy far beyond the extent he is supposed to as a Watcher (he tries to go and fight the Master in her place! Even though he knows it would kill him!  Even though this is Season 1 of the show and we’ve not yet seen Giles fight a single vampire!) but that everything about his training and his past tells him that he shouldn’t.  Buffy cares about Giles a lot (“You can’t leave me, I can’t do this alone” / “it’s a little like having Mom back”) and it’s clear that she would really like Giles to be more involved in her life (she wants her Mom to invite him around for Christmas, she goes to his house for Thanksgiving, she tries so hard not to show how hurt she is when she confuses his attempts to be dispassionate with genuine disinterest) but Giles is convinced that he cannot be that sort of parental figure for Buffy and it would only hurt her if he tried, and so – by purposely distancing himself from her and not letting her get close to him– he ends up hurting her in exactly the way he fears.

And the tragedy is that I think Giles really does believe the line he keeps feeding Buffy about how important it is not to be “distracted” by “personal concerns”.  When Quentin Travers told him he had “a father’s love” for Buffy, Travers meant it as a rebuke – and that’s exactly how Giles takes it.  He thinks getting closer to Buffy would be bad for her!  He thinks by leaving her in Season 6 he is helping her become self-reliant and a better Slayer!  Of course he is wrong, but that’s what he thinks, and it is consistent with how he’s always thought.  It’s not character assassination or some unjust subversion of his previously established personality: it is a natural and predictable and awful thing for him to do.  And he does it because he cares about her and doesn’t know what to do about that!  He thinks she’s a much better person than he is (“she’s a hero, you see.  She’s not like us”) and he doesn’t want to bring her down to his level!  “If you care so much about [these people], why didn’t you leave town?” Ethan asked him in The Dark Age, and Giles didn’t have an answer!

The NOTP: Going to cheat a bit here (honestly, mostly because it feels a bit mean to keep picking on Xander at this point), and say that the ship I don’t like isn’t with a specific person but rather with an idea that I see applied to all sorts of ships.  Namely the idea – not supported at all by the text – that Buffy’s various romantic interests are Good People who teach Buffy important life lessons and make her a better person or protect her from the dangerous world around her.  I mean, sorry, but this is not how it works! This is a boring fantasy you have projected onto the show in place of what it was actually telling you.  The feminism of BtVS is paper-thin, but give it some credit!

In canon, Buffy absolutely does not learn from her boyfriends.  She does not rely on them for emotional support.  They all cause her more problems than they help her.  She rescues them.  She makes them better.  Honestly her boyfriends all kind of suck.  Because that’s her type!  She likes losers with no friends who are kind of obsessed about Buffy Summers! (Losers just like Faith!)

Buffy textually hates it when Angel talks down to her: we see repeatedly how furious she gets when he treats her “like a kid” or makes important decisions about their relationship on her behalf.  She doesn't mind physically upstaging Riley (“I was holding back a little”) and secretly likes it when he gets hurt because, to quote Dawn, “she says you look even cuter when you’re all weak and kitteny”. The iconic twin shots of Spike and Buffy in The Gift and After Life are deliberately staged so that Spike is looking up the stairs at Buffy and she is looking down at him (“you’re beneath me”, as she told him in Fool For Love).  And as she says later in Conversations With Dead People:  “Their opinions don’t matter.  They don’t know.  They haven’t been through what I’ve been through [...] I feel like I’m better than them.  Superior.”

So, you know, the preferred power balance is pretty explicit here! I don’t think the show is being excessively subtle. And yet people keep insisting that, oh no, Buffy learns a lot from her boyfriends, or that she can’t possibly cope without their support, or writing fanfics where they swoop in to town to rescue Buffy from trouble. But that is not who Buffy is!  She is not some unsophisticated naif or damsel in distress.  She would hate that so much!  Ship Buffy with whoever you want, but let her be Buffy!

… but also, yeah, rewatching the second season really reminded me how awful I’d have found Buffy/Xander and how glad I am that the show stops hinting at that after Becoming.  Sorry, Xander.  You can take solace in being … well, a loser with friends?

My biggest headcanon about them:  Some time after Chosen Buffy definitely goes back to college and gets that English degree she deserves.  I don’t want to think about Buffy living in a gloomy castle in Scotland and still being forever isolated from the world or about her becoming a cop with superpowers or whatever other nonsense the comics insist happens to her after the show ends.  I want her to be able to have some time off and read some poetry and make Willow jealous academically.

An idea for a fanfiction I would like to write/read about them: One day I will finish my Season 7 rewrite in which Drusilla is the Big Bad and Faith gets broken out of prison earlier and Amy and Willow get to have a proper resolution and Kennedy is another Slayer from the start and Marcie and Ethan come back for cameos and people remember that Jesse and Kendra ever existed and Dawn actually gets something to do.  But first I will probably have to start writing it.

Something that makes me think of them: Nothing makes me think of Buffy.  I choose to be like this (for some reason).

[kloppinthekop]

15 Questions, 15 Friends

Tagged by @kraeki and @ollieflopkins, my tumblr partners in crime hehe

Are you named after anyone? Nope! My name just happens to be something my non-English speaking Chinese relatives can pronounce.

When was the last you cried? Last night I laughed so hard that I cried at a friend’s birthday party when we were playing a silly game. This was a vast improvement over the previous few weeks, when I was crying every day out of frustration over work/colleagues. 🫠

Do you have kids? No. My family’s bloodline dies with me! 😈

What sports do you play/have you played? I am so incredibly not athletic, even though I’m obsessed with watching football (and baseball when I was younger). I did ballet from the ages of about 5-10 years old but I never made it to pointe, which is somewhat of a regret in my life… but I’m very short so I would never have made it as a ballerina anyways. 🩰

Do you use sarcasm? Yes, and it is one of the only ways I stay sane and refrain from saying very brutally honest things at work that would possibly get me fired.

What is the first thing you notice about people? Honestly, I’m not really sure. I think it’s probably different for everyone, but probably hair and face? And if they have a cool/unique sense of style.

What is your eye color? Brown

Scary movies or happy endings? Both, but if I absolutely had to choose one, then happy endings. Especially LGBTQIA+ movies—I’m so sick of sad gay movies that leave you without any sense of hope. There was a time when I sought out the most heart-wrenching stories possible, but now I just want my faves to end up happy.

Any talents? I like to collect small talents/skills here and there when I go into various obsessive phases. Currently I am pretty proud that I can make little earrings and bracelets and such using some chainmaille techniques. I also used to be very good at the piano and violin (my parents have a shelf full of my trophies, and I even won a major scholarship prize when I was younger) but I don’t really touch those instruments now.

Where were you born? Boston! But I didn’t grow up there.

What are your hobbies? Watching movies, listening to music, chainmaille, occasionally cooking or baking, singing along to Kate Bush in the car, etc.

Do you have any pets? No, but I would like to adopt a cat or two!

How tall are you? 5 feet even

Favorite subject at school? English literature — so much so that I got a PhD in it 📚

Dream job? To have no job, lol… But okay, in an ideal world where capitalism does not exist, I’d love to have a job where I could curate playlists, book recommendations, photo and art exhibits, etc. — maybe in a bookshop that I’d own with my queer friends and there would be cats and pretty cocktails and lots of tea.

Tagging (no pressure, esp. if you’ve already done it and I’ve just somehow missed it!): @mebiselfandi @stormoflina @onherereading @lexqa @trenty @photmath @liverpool-enjoyer @jarellquansah @lfc-xnda @moomin279 @immortaltale @trentxaa @endowataru @shob-chop-lai @across-light-and-dark

[ramblingmoon]

Get to Know Me Tag Game Thing

Tag by @radiantidiot

1. are you named after anyone? I think a great aunt or maybe a great-great aunt. Whenever my mom started talking about it she would get on the cause that her older sister wanted the name too and how they fought about it. Always made me uncomfortable so I just tried to block it out

2. when was the last time you cried? Last night, I feel like I'm losing my family. Can't stand to go see my parents as it's just so emotional draining, feel sick every time. My sister-in-law is pregnant but I feel so left out of anything that's going on with my first niece or nephew that I wonder if I'll even be part of their life. I want to be part of their life, I want to be their crazy Aunt that teaches them about magic and lets them color on the wall. But I can't help but feel like I never will. They are Catholic and I can't help but sense they don't want me that near.

3. do you have kids? Not, I'll be an aunt soon. Do cats count?

4. what sports do you play/have you played? Volleyball, in the homeschool community I grow up in that was the hot sport we played every graduation party. And consider most families had 10+ kids there was a lot.

5. do you use sarcasm? I see it so much that even when I'm being serious people don't know for sure.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about someone? Vibe

7. eye color? Greyish-Green

8. scary movies or happy endings? Why not both?

9. any talents? Oh, I'm bad at everything*winks with both eyes* I'm good at making friends with dogs.

10. where were you born? Ypsilanti, Michigan. The poor side of Ann Arbor. College town USA baby.

11. hobbies? Reading, writing, video games, and learning about random subjects because my coworkers asked me a random question and I have an incurable need to be the know-it-all.

12. any pets? Three cats, I'm willing to sell two of them.

13. height? 5'6

14. favorite school subject? History, literature, math. Don't dis math, it's like a very complex puzzle and once you get it you can apply it to all the other puzzles you have to figure out. It's very hard but so rewarding once you get the idea that has confused you for the last hour.

15. dream job? Author living in seclusion and is slowly going mad. In one of the national Parks that have to watch out for fires, all alone until I hear something knocking on my door.

Now to tag people

@roczdust

@dissociatingdumbass

@crackshottom

@thedoctorsgirl

@suninnightmare

@hyacinth-meadow

@oluuloluuu

@halcyonterror

[lyledebeast]

Pride Month Movie 11: Evening

This 2007 film by Lajos Koltai is only tangentially LGBTQ, but it's one of my all-time favorites. It was co-written by Susan Minot, on whose novel it is based, and Michael Cunningham, a gay writer whose own novel is the basis for Stephen Daldry's The Hours. The two films share a remarkable percentage of their casts: Toni Collette, Meryl Streep, Eileen Atkins, and Claire Danes. I usually make a double-feature movie night of the two.

Also, Hugh Dancy plays the alcoholic bisexual son of a wealthy New England family in the 1960s. He dies (I know you're shocked!), but he haunts the rest of the narrative in the way only drunken queers who die young can.

I think the queerest thing about it, though, is it's artful skewering of the idea that heterosexual marriage is the ultimate pathway to happiness.

"I married Ralph Haverford, the best man (at the wedding). You don't think I took it literally?"

The one character who is presented as a good husband has no lines I could decipher without subtitles. He is literally background noise.

"You wouldn't say [there's no such thing as a mistake] if you'd met my husbands."

One of the husbands is described only as having good hair. He appears in exactly one flashback scene, just long enough for the audience to verify that for ourselves.

And finally, my favorite.

"Harris was just a boy, dear. An unusually attractive one, I'll admit. But your mother had a whole life."

The last line is spoken by a friend of Ann, the protagonist, whose wedding Ann sang at when they were both young and in love with Harris. But it's not Harris who shows up for Ann when she's on her deathbed forty years later. He appears in a couple of fever dreams, which is how Ann's daughters know his name. When one of them mentions him to Lyla, she says my favorite line.

The allos hate this movie. Good. They have tens of thousands of movies about themselves. This one is mine!

[are-my-ocs-ta]

AITA for being a manipulative liar and almost killing a lot of people?

Several months ago, I (16NB) got transported to another universe. I was confused at first, but after meeting a few people there I realized what was going on: I'd been sent to the world of a fantasy TV series I'd just finished pirating watching the last season of a few days before. I've been a lonely recluse painfully aware that everyone around me considers me irritating and/or not worth knowing since I was in kindergarten, so I was obviously overjoyed by this chance to use my metaknowledge to become a genuine hero and befriend my favorite characters. I decided I should conceal both that this world was fictional in my world (not wanting to make anyone have an existential crisis) and what I knew about the future (in case I accidentally set off a butterfly effect that ruined everything). All of the points at which characters died or were badly traumatized were towards the end of the show originally, and I'd started off in an inconvenient location that meant I couldn't do much to set up a better outcome right off the bat, so my plan was to integrate myself into the main cast and keep everything recognizable and "on track" until I was in a position to stop all the deaths and trauma from happening.

My plan started falling apart shortly after I joined up with the main cast. First off, I'd already really liked one of the main characters- I'll refer to her as H (16F)- and been super pissed off about how the writers killed her off for shock value in the finale, and hanging around with her every day, uh... look, let's just say tall, muscular adrenaline junkies like her are my type. I barely made it three days before throwing myself into a supernatural extreme weather event because I thought it'd impress her and figured I could use my metaknowledge to come out unscathed, which I did, but I almost got one of her friends (42M) killed in the process. We managed to fix the situation quickly, H actually was a lot more impressed by me after the fact, and I don't think her friend realized how close he was to dying, but I still felt bad about it, you know? I did make sure to keep the others well out of the way the next times I joined H in running headfirst into obvious danger, don't worry, and both of us survived all of those times (again, used my metaknowledge) and got most of the protagonists' objectives accomplished in probably a quarter of the time it took in canon. Doing that also kind of cut her friends out of the vast majority of the "plot," but hey, they were in a lot less danger that way, plus I got to spend more time with H!

Anyway, the end goal of the original show was getting H and her friends across the continent to an ancient portal-creating machine (the only one in existence) that was the only way for them to return to their home city and be reunited with their families, which was where the second big problem started. The closer we got to it, the more regularly I started having dreams about an entity that kept warning me I had to destroy the machine. This entity, I'll call them B (0?NB?), looked almost exactly like me, just unhealthily thin and gaunt, and told me how inserting myself into the story had broken a lot more things than I realized and that using the machine would open the door for ancient horrors from the spaces between realities to flood into this world. Since no character with B's name or the ability to enter people's dreams existed in the original show, and there certainly weren't any eldritch horrors in it, I brushed it off as a weird recurring nightmare and didn't tell anyone about it.

When we reached the machine, we set up camp for the night with the intent of calibrating and activating it in the morning, and I waited for the others to fall asleep before heading up to the machine. In the show, there was a demon stuck inside the machine that was freed when H activated it and killed her, which I obviously wasn't going to let happen, so my plan was to exploit a canonical loophole in how the machine worked to trap said demon outside of time and space while everyone else was asleep. I'd have saved H's life and she'd never even know that she would've died! It would've gone perfectly if B hadn't started talking to me while I was powering up the machine (the first time they'd appeared outside of my dreams), and when I tried to ignore what I thought was just a sleep-deprivation-induced hallucination they took control of my body. Things got a little hazy after that, but what I know is that B finished the process of trapping the demon, then destroyed the machine while screaming about how they couldn't let this world be destroyed after I'd already "desecrated" it. H and her friends came running and demanded to know what was going on, and surprisingly, B actually explained the situation.

It turns out that in my original world, I'd spent years trying to work out ways to send myself to a different universe where I could have friends and do something meaningful with my life. A few weeks before the events I previously described, I'd figured out a way to access the power of ancient horrors lurking in the spaces between universes (long story, I got desperate enough to steal a bunch of books about the occult and related subjects from my grandparents) to manipulate the "rules" of the multiverse against itself and force it to transport me to whatever universe I wanted. The catch was that this process seriously weakened the "boundaries" of the universe in question and meant openings into it- like the portal the machine would've made- could be used as an entrance for these horrors, but I brushed that off, figuring the machine wouldn't be open long enough for anything from outside to break through. Before I started the ritual to send me to this show's universe, I additionally reworked the ritual to remove my memories of all of that so I could enjoy my new life without any guilt. The only problem was that I hadn't adequately planned around a canonical "glitch" in this world's magic system, which resulted in the creation of a new entity that was an embodiment of the memories I'd cleaved away. That entity was B.

H and her friends refused to believe any of that, so they tied me down, then expelled B from my body and killed them. They were all so relieved to see I was okay, and H finally told me she loved me, but... I'd regained all of those memories when they killed B. I remembered everything I'd done, I knew I was right to feel guilty about it, and I knew I didn't deserve to escape accountability. So I confessed that everything B had said was true, that I'd knowingly put their world at serious risk of being consumed by various cosmic horrors- which would've killed (or worse) everyone on the planet if B hadn't stopped it- as well as inadvertently prevented H and her friends from getting to go home and be reunited with their families, all because I wanted to live out a twisted fantasy of being a beloved hero. I fled without waiting to hear how they'd take that and have been in self-imposed exile for the last month, bitterly wishing I'd just tried to figure out a way to be happy in my own world. Apparently they're still looking for me, but the village I'm currently living in is in an isolated part of the world that nobody would stand a chance of finding me in, and I intend to stay here for the rest of my life. I figure the least I can do is ensure I have to face some kind of punishment for what I've done, and this seems like an adequate way to do it.

I'm pretty sure I already know the answer, but: AITA?

[jeanmoreaux]

15 questions, 15 friends tagged by @deadpoets & @permanentreverie (thank you both, lovelies <3333)

are you named after anyone? kinda? my mom likes michelle pfeiffer and the name called out to her. apparently.

when was the last you cried? last week. thought about the fact my grandpa will be dead 5 years this summer.

do you have kids? no

what sports do you play/have you played? i did karate, field hockey, modern dance, swimming, and in winter i went skiing & snowboarding (swimming & winter sports i still do today)

do you use sarcasm? me?? using sarcasm??? Never!!! (tbh not so much over text unless i can support it with emojis. irl i use it regularly with family and friends. not excessively tho.)

what is the first thing you notice about people? i 'd say eyes & hair.

what is your eye color? blue

scary movies or happy endings? not quite sure how these two things make sense as a pair (one is more a vibe of an entire thing while the other describes the valence of an isolated part of a story??) but i choose happy endings. not a big fan of scary movies.

any talents? hard to say? i'd say i am pretty industrious but if that's actually the case and if that counts as a talent is up for debate gjhgjh

where were you born? in a hospital ;) (switzerland)

what are your hobbies? reading & annotating books, meeting up with friends for a night of cooking & boardgames, traveling, watching shows, going to concerts, idk lots of stuff

do you have any pets? no, since our cat died when i was 10 i haven't had a pet

how tall are you? 5'7''

favorite subject in school? genuinely enjoyed most classes, but i think my favs in high school were english, history, and psychology

dream job? i have no idea. i feel like i should say neuropsychologist since that's the job i currently have but. idk. my dream job is Not Having To Work At All Because I Have All The Education And All The Money so i could do whatever i want and pivot fields on a whim.

tagging whoever want so answer these and tag me in it <3

[hallmarknostalgia]

Treat Williams is being remembered. The Hair and Everwood actor died Monday at 71 after being involved in a motorcycle accident. Following news of his death, Williams' co-stars, collaborators and friends, including Kim Cattrall, John Travolta, Matt Bomer and Everwood's Gregory Smith, paid tribute to the late actor, whose career spanned more than four decades. 

One of his later works was Hallmark Channel's Chesapeake Shores, where he played the patriarch of the family, Mick O'Brien, for six seasons from 2016 to 2022. His co-star, Barbara Niven, who portrayed his character's estranged wife and later love interest, Megan, spoke with ET's Deidre Behar and emotionally remembered her friend and the legacy he's leaving behind.

"It's really hard to even consider the fact that he's not here because he was just so larger than life. He just filled up the room, filled up the set," Niven said. "What a blessing to be able to have worked with him on Chesapeake for six years in that kind of atmosphere where we all became a family."

"My heart is just... He left his family so much, and they must be so bereft and heartbroken and that's mostly what I'm thinking about," she continued, referring to Williams' wife, Pam Van Sant, and children, Gill and Elinor, aka "Ellie." "Treat just lived a large life in every way. He savored it. He loved to eat, he loved good wine. He loved to break out into singing in the green room, and that's how we'll all remember him."

The actress recalled Williams' love of flying and being a pilot, calling it one of her "favorite things about him."

"He talked about it all the time and one of my favorite poems is called High Flight by John Gillespie Magee. And this is what I think Treat is doing right now because he always used to text me photos of himself looking out the window from his plane," Niven shared, before reading a passage from the poem: "Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth and danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings. Sunward, I've climbed... and done a hundred things you have not dreamed of. High in the sunlit silence, hovering there... Put out my hand and touched the face of God.' That's where I think Treat is right now."

Niven fondly remembered filming the series finale of Chesapeake Shores, which featured their characters getting remarried. 

"The last scene of Chesapeake, the last day that we had six wonderful seasons, and I got to marry him the last day with all family around, the cast ... we were a family. And we were all in tears," she shared. "I have a photo of Treat at the fire pit with the family leading us all in a toast and that's what he's doing right now. What a joy, what an honor, what a legacy he's left behind! And he taught us all how to be better actors and how to live life and just get more out of it. Never to settle, just to live full out."

The 70-year-old actress reminisced about the times when Williams rented a house on Vancouver Island while filming Chesapeake Shores and holding movie nights of classic black-and-white films because "he loved old movies." He'd also host dinner parties, Niven recalled.

Hallmark Media

If there was a legacy Williams left behind, it's to always live life to the fullest.

"To not settle for less than wonderful in your life. If you have a dream, go after it," Niven said as she got visibly choked up. "He has done it all. I don't think there's anything he ever went halfway about and his family. He loved his family so much. He posted that he was out on his favorite [place] where they live, on the tractors smelling the grass and then three hours later, he was gone, I think his legacy is also to know that it can end at any time. So don't settle and make sure you tell the people you love them, that you love them way more than you think you should because they'll remember. And that's how we're going to remember Treat."

Niven was on set filming an upcoming Hallmark holiday movie when she learned of Williams' death. She recalled having a moment of silence and some who had worked with Williams on previous projects "spoke thoughts about Treat." "He was remembered and he will always be remembered," she said. "The Hallmark family lost a family member. We lost a patriarch and we all miss him. It was a privilege and an honor to work with this man."

She also praised Williams as "one of the best actors I ever worked with and his craft meant so much to him, and the stillness was everything. You sat in front of him and you just listened and you were there and that was his gift to me, and I think it's his legacy. Young actors need to study his work and they will. They will be better."

Williams died Monday at Albany Medical Center in New York after being airlifted in a helicopter from following a motorcycle collision in Vermont, according to Vermont State Police Department PIO Adam Silverman and Lt. Steve Coote, who held a virtual press conference Tuesday. 

The fatal accident happened around 5 p.m. Monday on Route 30 by Long Trail Auto near the southwestern Vermont town of Dorset. The accident involved Williams' motorcycle and a 2008 Honda SUV. Investigators believe the driver of the car was turning left into a parking lot and didn’t see the motorcycle. 

Barry McPherson, Williams’ agent of 15 years, told ET, “Treat was killed yesterday afternoon. His motorcycle was going straight and a SUV cut in front of him. I'm just devastated. He was the nicest guy. He was so talented. He was an actor's actor. Filmmakers loved him. He's been the heart of Hollywood since the late 1970s. He was really proud of his performance this year. He's been so happy with the work that I got him. He's had a balanced career."

"He was a wonderful guy, friend and actor and beloved by so many other actors,” McPherson said.

Hallmark Channel released a statement to ET on Monday after news of Williams' death: "We are heartbroken over the passing of Treat Williams, a beloved member of our Hallmark family and an immense talent who captured the hearts of millions. It was a privilege to have worked with Treat, who brought to life so many memorable characters over the years. We will remember him for the joy he brought to our screens, and the legacy he leaves behind. We extend our sincerest condolences to his family, friends and loved ones."

Williams' Chesapeake Shores co-stars, Meghan Ory, Emilie Ullerup and Andrew J. Francis, were among those paying tribute.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

And finally we have reached Part 3! I have actually done this little segment at the end of every year, and EVERY YEAR it gets harder and harder to narrow it down. So here is Sunny’s:

Top 5 Writings from 2022

5. Washing Each Other’s Body (Haddotin drabble)

“I love you too.” He whispered.

There was a shaky exhale and a soft press of whiskery lips against his shoulder blade. The simple gesture alighted his every nerve, and stole away his pain. A potent drug that Tintin vowed to seek out more of in the future.

@dimdiamond has done a great job of sucking people into the Haddotin ship, and I was certainly not an exception this year.😂 I’ve done a few drabbles and one-shots for this ship, but this was one of my favorite lines and I have to thank @tra-golden for the request!

4. Guardian of Kings, Chapter 6: Ushmarê (Bagginshield fic)

He did not know it was his to break! He would have done nothing less than wrap it in the softest of comforts, if he knew he had the right.

I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE I FINISHED THIS FIC THIS YEAR!! It should have been much sooner, but I finally got it done. Sadly, this means this is the last year that I have a line to share from this story.🥲 But that just means, we can make room for other stories next year.😁

3.  The Twelve Transformations of Bilbo Baggins, Chapter 2: Baby (Bagginshield fic)

“I never liked the dark.” He admitted. “I could make up so many monsters that had somehow appeared in dark corners. So when I was little, my mum and I used to spend the evening catching lightning bugs and putting them in a jar. We would then place the jar next to my bed before I went to sleep, and the glow would comfort me. However, I’d always wake up the next morning…and they’d be gone! I figured out later in life, my mum would come in and let them out through the window. Much too kind to let them die overnight, but…it’s silly I know…but I always thought they just turned into dreams.”

Thorin hummed appreciatively, and Bilbo thought that may be the end of share time when the dwarf opened his mouth once more.

“We didn’t have fireflies, as my people call them, inside the mountain when I was a pebble. But we had glow worms that would cling to the stalactites in the deep caverns. Their light was more blue than green. Still after Smaug came, and we were spending so many nights camped out under the stars, I would see the fireflies and think…the glow worms sprouted wings and followed after us. Because even they couldn’t stand us not being back in our mountain home.”

Are you guys confused yet? Yeah...this chapter was supposed to post last week, but holidays...surgeries...end of the semester stuff...BUT I hope you guys appreciate this teaser all the same because this chapter will definitely be posted first thing this new year!!

2. As Brothers Do (Durin Family Feels)

“But…” She interrupted him with a sharp look. “I was reminded last night of something else I had lost without even realizing it. Faith. So I’m placing my faith in you Thorin Oakenshield. And with that faith, my entire family. Don’t you dare let me down.”

So this was a prompt @guardianofrivendell posted as part of her birthday celebration in June! This is a “what-if Vili lived” fic, but this particular line from Dis was so powerful and raw when we consider it from a canon standpoint, that I had to throw it into my top 5. 

AND FINALLY!!

1. A Smile for a Cold Spoon (Bagginshield drabble)

Thorin stood there and just stared. Stared at the Cold hobbit who can smile at a silver spoon that reminds him of his dead mother. Stared at the rather fussy being who can remind Thorin of the good qualities in himself. He didn't know what this was. But for the first time in his life, he didn't dread his gifts. He didn't worry about a path of madness that seemed to be the only fate ahead of him. Because here was a being that knew how not to let the emotions he inspires in others take over the emotions he feels himself. 

I polled some of my friends “which of my writings were your favorite” and unanimously, this fic was voted into my top 5. This is CRAZY to me, especially considering I wrote it at the gym in a couple of hours!🤣 In a lot of ways, I really feel like I need to go back and give this thing a major facelift and in a lot of other ways, I like it how it is.🤷‍♀️

If you didn’t get a chance, check out Part 1 and Part 2. Here were my Top 5 Writings from 2021, and below are the “Honorable Mentions” that I struggled with keeping out of my top 5. 

One More Little Adventure, Chapter 6: To Grow with You

“I feel like you have only borne witness to my worst moments, but I make this vow to you, little acorn. Just like the mighty oak that is my epithet, I will be a shield in defense of my love instead of the sword cutting him down. I will shade and shelter him as any husband ought to, and most importantly, I will treasure him as dearly as a hobbit treasures life on this earth. Kanayuthu (thus be it).”

99 Problems But Our Love Ain’t One, Chapter 10: A Lesson Carved in Stone

“What do you mean you can’t help me?” He demanded, trying to hide his aggravation. “You’re the HEAD LIBRARIAN! You’re the only person who could possibly know about Mahal’s Anvil.”

Ori stopped just long enough to fix Fili with a raised eyebrow and a twisted scowl.

“You’re talking about an object that most dwarves don’t even believe exist!” He complained. “Of the maybe five books in here even on that subject, I doubt even one of them goes in detail about the powers or the anvil or how did you phrase it again? How to ‘undo an act made by someone unworthy’? What’s that even supposed to mean?”

The Marali Festival, Chapter 13: Kiss

“Just once, plainly, for me…tell me you love me?” He whispered fearfully, shutting his eyes against the idea of rejection now.

A string of kisses traced his jaw before finding his lips once more. Chaste, questioning, but present. 

“Bilbo Baggins, I love you.”

[peterlorres21stcentury]

I had written even more in my outline but it was messy as hell; this is the cleaned-up version if you can believe it

Sins of Abundance: a story of gluttony. (thank you @peterlorrefanpage for encouraging my silliness :D ) I've had all this in mind just sitting around in a file and I need to write an actual story about it. Fair warning, it will be very silly. The following is just a story treatment, and I cut some things like whole exchanges of dialogue so you wouldn't have to read through rough first-draft nonsense:

A new servant arrives in a fictional village, in the service of the eccentric Baron (whom she has never seen) and the first thing she notices is that every single person in the tavern is quite fat. From the plump young barmaids to the extremely fat and jolly innkeeper, everyone is a person of size and they seem to love it. Everyone is having a great time. When she asks for directions and advice, and the other patrons find out she’s one of the Baron’s new girls, they all seem to think this is funny. “But she’s so thin!” one bluntly calls out, a little sloshed with too much beer. “She won’t be for long,” his friend jokes. No one will explain any further and she leaves feeling puzzled and a little bit worried.

She has heard the stories, of course. How the Baron has an eye for beautiful women, and so employs only women in his estate. She fully expects him to be the typical wealthy old lech, if it weren't for his reputation of being far more interested in eating and drinking. Allegedly it's not exactly sex he's after, but there is one strange thing he demands of his servants: a soothing belly rub after every meal. Allegedly.

She doesn’t even get to see the Baron that night. He is supposedly ill, so all discourse is handled by his loyal retainer Celia, an older, rather severe and stately woman who handles all his business affairs. Sometime later, as the maid is wandering the dark and mysterious halls of the mansion unable to sleep during a summer thunderstorm, she is frightened by a huge lightning flash that reveals a towering shadow on the library wall. It’s the Baron, seemingly recovered enough to come down to his study for something to drink. He can’t sleep either. The girl is at first terrified of his severe demeanor, but that turns out to be a front and a little prank on his part. He is much kinder than that, as she will soon discover.

But until she realizes the truth, the new girl imagines all sorts of horrible things. She is frightened to death the first time she gets stuck with belly-rub duty after dessert, but after some amusing misunderstandings, she realizes exactly what the Baron wants... and she loves it. She was secretly attracted to the chubbier men, though she would never admit it out loud, and now here's one who takes so much pleasure in eating until it hurts. She considers it a privilege to retreat with him to his quarters after a really rich meal and give his aching belly the most loving attention he's ever had, and she rests on top of him as he sighs blissfully.

Later, she stumbles upon a secret: the Baron is the last of a very old family and has no heir. His beloved wife died many years ago, leaving him alone with only his servants and Celia for company (I had a dream about this story in which Celia said: "I have served the Baron faithfully for many years. I am very fond of him, but tradition dictates I cannot marry him").

The new girl also discovers, through reading the family history books, that the Baron wasn't the only gourmand in his lineage. They all were, including those who married into the family, and even some of the favorite servants! Every single one of them got to be impressively fat. His family records speak of ancestors who reached truly enormous sizes in a time before mass-produced snack food, and there are even amusing references to those who allegedly ate so much they exploded, however the Baron dismisses those stories as merely apocryphal. “In my family, I would be considered on the thin side,” he says slyly.

How was all of this possible? The Baron explains that one of his ancestors was into alchemy, or sorcery, I'm not sure which, but he created a formula that turned out to be a weight-gain powder and flavor enhancer (magic, I guess. We'll call it "spice" because I love referencing Dune at every opportunity, and there's also a fat Baron, so). Oh and also it made the crops more abundant or something, so there's more food for everybody. Through the years, as science improved, the Baron's family passed down the secret of making the stuff and continued using it as a sort of cultural signifier of abundance and wealth--if you belong to this family, you're going to be fat n' happy because the spice is in everything, sorry that's just the way it is. In any case, this probably explains why the majority of people that the maid first met in the village were all at least plump, with more being outright fat.

The last Baron decided that he would never use the stuff on anyone without their knowledge, but he still loves eating and sharing this enjoyment with others, so he makes certain demands of his servants (like the belly rubs) to determine who would be 100% into this kind of thing. Sometimes he invites them individually to the dinner table, or if he’s feeling really fancy, he orders a big feast and invites the servants to join him. The servants usually find it overly familiar and baffling, but the newest one loves it, and is starting to feel more and more open to the idea of gaining some weight.

The Baron is delighted at the chance to transform her, but at the same time he can tell she is nervous beyond belief. At first the Baron pretends not to notice her awkwardness, but later he does comment: “My dear, I can’t help but notice that you are so very flustered every time we meet. Do I frighten you?” The maid gulps. It doesn’t help that the Baron has leaned far back in his plush seat, pushing out his magnificent stomach, pressed taut against his elegant waistcoat. She stammers something about not being frightened but she turns even redder just thinking about how wonderfully big and round he must be under that tight vest, and she can’t stop thinking of running her hands all over him… she is forced to flee as soon as the Baron dismisses her, throbbing with arousal and shame.

Nonetheless, she finds herself increasingly excited by the idea of growing bigger all the time. Maybe she might get to be as regal and plump as the Baron’s beautiful late wife, whose portrait hangs prominently in the banquet hall. She wears an old-fashioned Empire-style dress the color of coral roses, and the portrait includes a depiction of her favorite dog, a fat smiling dachshund that looks like a happy little sausage roll.

Somewhere in here is a scene where she’s hungry while serving a rare social meal with neighboring nobles and is forced to stand there and serve while they eat. Her tummy is not happy. Everything smells wondrously good and she must wait, stomach rumbling impatiently. She prays no one heard that, but the Baron did, right as she stood next to him to refill his glass. She holds herself stiffly, tightening her abdomen to muffle the sound and wishing she could disappear, but the Baron only smiles knowingly to himself, and sends her a look of pity as Celia sends her off.

Then one day, near-disaster, or so it would seem: the maid calls him by an unflattering local nickname (“Baron Bauch”) by mistake one day and is horrified, but the Baron actually laughs—after several seconds of frowning at her, but he was only teasing her. “Don’t worry, I know all about what they call me. I have heard much worse, and you are lucky I am not the sort of person to care about it. And anyway, we are no longer living in the days when you could be imprisoned for saying something mildly unflattering.” He is amused enough by her embarrassment that he invites her to her first real dinner; a private one, as the only guest.

After the first sumptuous meal with the Baron, the maid feels like she’s going to pop, even as he expresses some disappointment that she didn’t finish everything. “No matter. You’ll get used to it in time,” he says. He gives her some pure butter shortbread cookies for dessert and pours out some clear liquor from a crystal decanter. “Here, take this.” She looks at it, hesitating. It smells faintly fruity and it has a curious light blue tinge to it. “What’s the matter? Ohoho, what do you think, it’s poison? Don’t worry. Only a digestif. It’ll make you feel better.” He swallows a shot, just to reassure her, and so she tries it. Almost immediately it does something to soothe her insides. Everything instantly loosens up and her stomach doesn’t feel tight or achy anymore. She feels almost stretchier. Relaxed, she lets out an involuntary burp and sends her a look of pity as Celia sends her off.

In a little while he plans to retire to his chambers with Celia for a belly rub but the maid can’t help but speak up: “Please let me!” she squeaks. The Baron looks her over with interest, but tells her perhaps another time. He promised Celia this night.

She leaves, burning with need for him, but she does what he commands. They continue this ritual for some time, and the maid becomes a lot more adept at eating mass quantities. One night, she and the Baron decide to have a friendly eating contest, and the result is pretty close. They both have to push themselves until it hurts, and they spend the rest of the night trying to comfort each other’s bellies. It’s the most satisfying experience of her life, and the Baron does all he can to encourage her. He wants her to eat as much as she can hold, and really enjoy that tight bursting sensation as something right and natural, and unbelievably erotic. “Isn’t it a good feeling? That exquisite ache... it’s what I live for,” he sighs. She agrees, at the height of her passion, and it leaves her shaking and pulsing all over.

They gradually fall asleep together to the sound of a surging, drenching rain pattering on the roof. It rains so hard that the view out the bedroom window is almost white, the wind whipping through a heavy gray curtain of falling rain. Thunder roars close by, making her shiver. “Are you frightened?” sighs the Baron, drawing her closer. “Don’t be. This is the time of year for rain, but we are quite safe here. Yes, quite safe. So warm and dry, and full…” She cuddles into his cushy belly and her fear ebbs away.

I don't know what happens after this, if anything.

[outfoxt]

The Wilson Family Chronicles

I feel like writing down my story of my new legacy save in TS4 so I thought I'd write it here.

I created this save with Jean Wilson being the legacy founder. In CAS, I made her the grandmother. She was already an elder when the game started, with an Adult daughter (Andi Wilson), Adult Son-in-Law (Daniel Wilson), a Teen granddaughter (Jude Wilson), A Child grandson (Zach Wilson), and a Toddler grandson (Colt Wilson). The house they moved into at the start was supposed to have been a house that Jean had built for her and her daughter to grow into. Once the game had started, Andi and Daniel had their last child (as a science baby). Her name was Robin Wilson. Gen 1's childhood was pretty normal and uneventful. Colt and Zach joined scouts and made it all the way to Llamacorn scouts. Jude completed her "Friend of the World" aspiration and Robin and Colt eventually aged up to being children. When things begin to get more eventful is when Jude decided she wanted to find someone to love. She decided to go out looking for teens her age and eventually found Cassandra Goth. She went over to Cass' house to rizz her up, and ended up woohoo-ing with her that night. A few weeks later, Cass ended up moving in with Jude which meant that there were 8 sims living in the Wilson household. Eventually Jean passed on, entrusting everything to Andi.

Some more time passed and eventually Zach and Colt moved out. Zach moved to Evergreen Harbor and found love with Karmine Luna, and Colt moved to Brindleton Bay to live out his dream of becoming an animal whisperer. Jude and Cass got married and later welcomed their daughter Kaya into the world (science baby). Once she aged up into a toddler, they had their second child, Jessie (also a science baby). Then, Zach and Karmine had their twins, Donna and Jessie. Finally, Jude and Cass had their final child, Taylor (also a science baby). I believe before Kaya aged up into a teen, Andi and Daniel died meaning there were only 5 sims in the house now. Before Taylor was born, Jude and Cass decided to adopt an Australian Shepherd named Nugget. Kaya was a sweet child and was not a big source of trouble. Apart from wanting to spend her entire child as a pineapple bear, she went largely unnoticed. Jessie was the favorite child for a long period of time, and when Taylor was not commanding attention simply from being a baby, the attention was on them.

Now here is where the drama starts:

When Kaya decided to look for love, she found it in Emily Volkov. Emily, not surprisingly, was a werewolf. Cass was ambivilent about this, but Jude was vehemently against this. She said that if Kaya wanted to be with Emily, she had to forefeit the house. Kaya was ready to move out as soon as she could to be with her true love.

Jessie decided that he would find love in a sim named Charlie Paul. Charlie was a great deal younger than Jessie, but he didn't seem to care. Not even that their younger brother was older than Charlie.

About a week before Kaya was going to move out, a friend of Jude's was over at the house (Dominique Colvin). She was just making friendly conversation when she decided to flirt with Cassandra. Since Jude was right there, she assumed that Cass wouldn't flirt back. But she did!! This put lots of strain on their relationship. It would take a long time to get back to how it was. Because of this, Cassandra decided to call Kaya after she had moved out to let her know her stance on Kaya's girlfriend. Kaya decided to allow Cass to come to her wedding even though none of the Wilsons would be attending.

After Kaya moved out, Jessie for some reason started having an intense mean streak (with no remorse, mind you) to the point where everyone else in the house began to have bad sentiments toward them. Jude and Cass decided that someone who acts like this does not deserve to inherit the house and told Jessie that if they continue to act like this, they will not inherit the house. For now, Taylor is the assumed heir.

Valentines day came around once again and now Taylor is a teenager. They found this kid in their grade named Charlie who is super cute and around their age. They go to their house on Valentines day and ask them on a date. They go to the museum and really hit it off, having a first kiss and everything. A few days later, they decide to make things official. Taylor breaks the news to his family only to find out that this is the same Charlie that Jessie had chosen all those years ago. Jessie is angry, but Taylor argues that Charlie probably wouldn't have even liked Jessie anyway. Jessie tells no one that their new years' resolution was to get into a relationship.

Emily and Kaya get married and Cass attends their wedding. It was a sort of impromptu-type thing after dates got mixed up (I didn't realize that clicking the "plan a wedding event" option meant "have a wedding right now" lol). A week or so later, they have a science baby together named Abigail!

That's where we're up to right now, and I just wanted to share the drama lol

the plan atm is that Taylor will marry Charlie and inherit the house (and will change their last name to Paulson because I think it's better than Wilson) and also that Donna Wilson, the cousin of Kaya and Taylor will continue the Wilson Family line with her children. Kaya decided to name her child Volkov beacuse shes still mad at Jude and I feel like Jessie's mean streak will stay with them into adulthood.

[roma107]

I posted 3,010 times in 2022

That's 2,569 more posts than 2021!

75 posts created (2%)

2,935 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@aeligsido

@dustorange

@hood-ex

@bigskydreaming

I tagged 1,434 of my posts in 2022

#dick grayson - 875 posts

#damian wayne - 261 posts

#bruce wayne - 224 posts

#jason todd - 186 posts

#tim drake - 107 posts

#beautiful - 71 posts

#donna troy - 55 posts

#clark kent - 54 posts

#i love this - 51 posts

#wally west - 44 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Dick and Jason fic rec

• The 70 Days After Groundhog Day Gen | 43,989 words There's a time loop that only Jason remembers. It acts as a catalyst for changes within the family. Some arguments, some misunderstandings, some bonding, some healing, and quite a lot of conversations that mostly take place over food. Dick POV, focused on Dick and Jason but with the other Bats around and very present.

• savior(s) of the broken Gen | 13,104 words “I could have taken care of them alone,” says the guy he just saved, finally coming out in the light to watch the last of the gang scramble away as fast as he could. “But thanks.” Jason turns, a quip ready on his lips, but his breath gets taken away by the unexpected sigh. Because, right here in front of him and none the wiser, is Dick Grayson himself — Nightwing, leader of the Titans, former Robin, favored son of Batman. His big brother. OR: Red Hood saves Dick Grayson from a mugging. Everything spirals out of his control, then.

• Poison Control Gen | 4,856 words Poison Ivy gives Jason a heads-up about having accidentally hit a certain Bat with a new, untested venom.

• you gotta tip on the tightrope Gen | 12,019 words Dick's been avoiding Gotham - avoiding Bruce - since he finished his business with Spyral. Jason is the unlucky one who's been volunteered by his siblings to figure out why.

• i'd give you my lungs (so you could breathe) Gen | 4,600 words A brush with fear toxin on patrol leaves Dick seeking comfort and grounding in his first brother's presence.

• To see you through the dark hours Gen | 10,046 words Two nights dealing with the aftermath of fear toxin, or, Dick and Jason, trying to be there for each other with food and storytelling.

• proximity Gen | 6,136 words If he had to choose, Jason probably hated Dick the least. (He wouldn’t call them friends. There was something too raw and visceral about them to fit into friendship, like they’d seen the worst of each other and continued to look past it, like they were always a little too desperate and violent around each other to be fit for anyone else’s company.) or: five times Dick and Jason don't realize how close they are & one time they do.

• these ghosts aren't real Gen | 6,758 words Jason remembers Dick dying. He remembers it vividly. So why does no one else?

• The Forgotten Gen | 2,205 words He’s always heard voices when he’s really sick or had weird dreams. It’s something he doesn’t really like thinking about. It’s probably because of all those hallucinatory concoctions he’d been exposed to when he was a kid. That can’t have been possibly good for him. And ever since Jason died…. Well, he’s always been the Robin of Dick’s nightmares, the figure of all his shortcomings and failures. So of course, when he sees something with Jason’s face standing in front of his door, standing right next to the Jason who’s very definitely another hallucination, Dick does the only reasonable thing to do in that situation: he punches it in the face.

• Changes Gen | 1,097 words Dick copes with his depression in a certain way, much to the horror of his family. Jason helps him through it.

• pull me closer Gen | 3,932 words Jason decides to go through some of his old stuff after a mishap in Robinson Park.

• Through Me Tell the Story Gen | 3,570 words Jason takes Dick to his favorite bookstore and tasks him with finding a certain book; it doesn't end like he expects.

• All the Roofs of Uncertainty Gen | 70,065 words For all the blood on his hands, Red Hood was never just a villain. And Nightwing never gives up on family, not for good. (Or: The one where Dick bleeds a lot and Jason argues with everybody.)

• Don't let me go (don't make me leave you) Gen | 1,624 words "Does it hurt?" "Dickie, please," he begs. "Come on." He doesn't respond, glazed over eyes making Jason wonder if he'd even heard him at all. "I think it might be nice," he murmurs, fingers stilling in their exploration of Jason's face. "To see my parents again." No. "Di-" "I'll miss you, Little Wing."

• When You Lose a Secret Gen | 5,359 words Jason was unspeakably blessed that Dick had room in his heart for a rough orphan from Crime Alley that Bruce brought to the safety of Wayne Manor.

• Debts and Dues Gen | 2,482 words There were some things that were never pleasant, getting caught in the snow without socks, losing your keys, and not being able to remember the name of a song. Having a gun pointed at your chest, Dick felt, qualified as extremely unpleasant. He stood stock still. The barrel of the gun was still hot, it burned slightly as it dug into his sternum. Even with his uniform he could still feel the heat left over from previous rounds fired. He didn’t flinch. He couldn’t flinch. “Move.” “You know I can’t.” Dick wondered if Slade had the guts to do it.

dick and damian - dick and bruce fic rec dick and steph fic rec dick and tim fic rec

132 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

#4

my heart exploded!!

199 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

#3

can we talk more about dick grayson

still beating deathstroke the terminator

even when dick’s not in top form because he was blown by a bomb?

250 notes - Posted July 10, 2022

#2

In light of Dick Grayson being vampire king, here’s a snippet from a wip I’m currently working on…

The day Dick Grayson turns evil is the day the universe ends, not because that day will never come but because he will make it come.

320 notes - Posted March 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Reasons why I love WFA Dick Grayson:

And why he is the best big brother

He saw merchandise and went “I gotta bring something for everyone”

Being an annoying (affectionate) older brother

See the full post

452 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

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[professionalwaterbender]

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

the really pretty "what's up danger" scene!!

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

chocolate <33

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

mon cheri, and the rest are variations of my real name <33

🎵 Last song you listened to?

Enemy cover by Annapanstu <3

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

I have! my ao3 is professionalwaterbender <3

😏 Are you on discord?

yep!

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

just one set of ear piercings, although I want to get a helix when I'm older

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

How they treat their friends and family at any time

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

sugar cookie!

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

cat person <3

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

earbuds

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

"bye mommy love you" -> she had to go to work while I'm sick and in bed lmao

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

theres no actual difference in the taste of a skittle, its the scent that differs

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

morning person

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

curled up next to a warm window

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

yes, i'm bi!!

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

sweet, gay, dangerous

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

sweatpants always jeans can go burn

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

caramel frappe, with extra caramel and whipped cream

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

any neon colors they burn my eyes

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

my violin and the ring my s/o has given me <33

☕ Coffee or tea?

tea, coffee tastes horrible (except the starbucks one)

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

megalodon

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

hmm, i think since december of last year? I'll have to check

🌴 Desert island item?

my knives

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

assassin

🔮 What’s your dream job?

pediatric surgeon

💙 Relationship status?

taken by my amazing gorgeous smart sweet s/o <333

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

dream outfit: black crop top with a knife graphic, black undershirt, two toned sweatpants (black and white), light pink shoes

actual outfit: this long pink dress that flares out in the back <33

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

everything on my spotify playlist

🤎 What color is your hair?

black

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

in my head!

💄 Do you wear makeup?

on occasions i think it would suit, ive only just started to enjoy wearing makeup (mascara makes my lashes look so so pretty <33)

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

everything infinity gauntlet gc has said to me, and someone once said that they'd like to eat my handwriting that was nice <33

and my amazing s/o said that "you look pretty in the moonlight" yeah i died

💞 @ your favorite blog.

@serenaisproblem @addrianastarflower @firerose @hyperfixation-tangentopia @vanquishedhydra @tdog451 @im-just-here-for-the-comics-r18

and all my other mutuals because I'm tired and I want to go to sleep now <33

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

😏 Are you on discord?

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

☕ Coffee or tea?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

🌴 Desert island item?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

💙 Relationship status?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

💄 Do you wear makeup?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💞 @ your favorite blog.

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