#and they take care of you

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Immortal au drabble 2, domestic arc — about 730 words, no warnings

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It was a cold day. Not snowing, not yet, but the temperature sure felt like freezing. The cold wind burned against your face, you could see your breath as you sighed.

You were sitting outside despite the weather, nearing the empty road near the forest ground. You didn't know why on earth there was a bench there, but you didn't mind as you sat on it and just watched the minutes go by.

You didn't notice how long you were out for or how cold you had gotten until you felt a warmer, metallic hand touch your shoulder from behind.

You look up, and Sun smiles down at you. He's wearing a sweater, and a very thick jacket on top of it. Certainly is more than you have on yourself now.

"Sunny", you smile back at your friend, and pat to your side on the bench for him to sit down. He does without missing a single bit. You hum as you look back at the horizon. As much as it had changed over the years, you still think that's a pretty sight to have.

Sun also hums, and you can feel his stare on you for a moment. Eventually, he takes your hand on his own. His are much larger than yours, but you always thought it was quite a nice difference.

"Your hands are colder than when I lost a bet and had to stick my hand into the snow for five minutes." He chastises you, but you can hear the smile on his voice as he engulfes your hand on both his own and hold close to him, making exaggerated sigh sounds as if he even had a lung on the first place, to try to warm your hand up with hot air.

You can guess who made that bet in the first place. You can't help but laugh at the silliness of it all. They are not affected by the cold the same way you are, after all. Though they still can feel it.

"What was the point of sticking your hand into snow anyway?", you laugh, turning to face your friend. His rays spin once.

"I'm afraid you'd have to ask Moon that", he bops your nose, "you know his mind works in... mysterious ways." He takes your other hand into his own. He's warm, it almost makes you want to lean into him. "I suppose yours do, too."

He chuckles, and you gasp in mock offense.

"Now, what was that supposed to mean, Mr. Sun Drop?"

"Oh why, I am simply astounded by our little Star's exquisite taste," one of his hands touch your cheek, a thin smile spread across his face. "You always like staying outside so much, specially in such weather and such light clothes! It marvels me— I wonder what is it this beauty you see in freezing?"

You hate you can't argue with him. Still, the audacity of this oversized roomba. The cold is great, alright. You're barely feeling it anymore anyway.

"Very funny", you roll your eyes at his sarcasm, but smile fondly still.

"It is my job to be silly," Sun's rays spin as he beams, "and your job to not freeze to death. C'mon."

And just like that, he picks you up. You saw it coming, really — he always does this. At least he's nicer about it than Moon.

You lean against him, not even bothering to protest. His jacket is soft to the touch, and his body is warm — a lot warmer than yours, at least. You really need to stop spacing out outside during winter.

He opens the door without issue, and promptly wraps you into a blanket burrito with a light blue colored, cloud themed blanket he probably had picked out before going to grab you outside.

He sits you on the couch, and sits by your side, cuddling your smaller and stuck frame. He doesn't even nag you anymore about how irresponsible that is, and instead just sighs and pat your head as he makes sure you're warm.

"You need to stop doing this", he says.

"My bad", you reply with little apologetics, knowing very well that will happen again soon. It's not like the cold can kill you, so might as well enjoy the peace it gives you.

Despite all their nagging, they always go to pick you up.

[moonsworndandelion]

i shoulda been a house

this human shit hard i shoulda been a house cat

[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

[sillyguy-supreme]

white americans when you tell them that the idea of climate change as an impending disaster is a reductive first world perspective because it’s a tangible reality for many in the global south already:

[potsiefaerie]

It can be really hard to learn to engage in positive self talk, but sometimes it's easier to start by pretending it's coming from a friend, first 💜

[atissi]

i don't really like when people say dungeon meshi is accidentally good autistic representation, because while i understand not wanting to make conclusions without explicit confirmation from the author, there's always the weird assumption that non-western authors somehow don't know about things like neurodivergency/queerness/etc. (on top of the assumptions that east asian authors are somehow more naive or oblivious to "western" social issues).

given that dungeon meshi started being published in 2014, it's not really a "work belonging to its times"—it's as contemporary as any other media we discuss on this site, which means it should be fair to assume it engages with contemporary topics (and at the very least, you shouldn't say that the representation is accidental with so much confidence)

but anyways, the chapter "perfect communication" in ryoko kui's "terrarium in a drawer" is some of the most straightforward autistic representation I've seen, and from now on I'm going to assume that laios's character writing is absolutely intentional in that regard:

[morganbritton132]

No one tells you when you get a Big Serious Job™ how many fucking abbreviations you’ll be forced to learn.

[eastgaysian]

[bruciemilf]

Need a teen! Bruce au where he’s exactly like Justice League! Batman and Battinson in one. That mf put the fear of every god in Ra’s Al Ghul.

Everytime he’s in a room with someone over 30 “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance plays in the background.

Despite that, in his own way, he’s as gentle as can be with his league. Give me a young Diana who’s getting spat on and ripped apart by the media in a way not one of her male teammates get.

And she’s Wonder Woman. She shouldn’t be affected by it. And she is, anyway. Bruce relates to that in an uncomfortable degree.

“When I first became Batman, weak men tried standing in my way, too. “

“And what did you do?”

“I stepped over them.”

He has a tiny Robin he occasionally has to keep on a leash.

Give me somewhat teen mom Bruce who struggles to wrangle his unruly six year old who likes flipping from rooftop to rooftop and thinks fighting Bane is a piece of cake.

“If Tati can do it, so can I!”

“Dick,” he paused, before handing him a handfull of candy. “Wonderful emotional manipulation. Good job.”

“:D”

[shitty-check-please-aus]

What we need to do is convince all the disney adults in america that high speed rail would be a preferable way of getting to disneyworld compared to driving or flying. We could maybe harness their fondness for the monorail or something, but this is a group of people that has time, income, and passion that we could leverage. If we could direct 5% of the enthusiasm they have for limited edition popcorn buckets into calling their representatives and demanding high-speed interstate rail, we could get it by 2030

[shhhhimwatchingthis]

My favourite underrated thing about Louis de Point du Lac is that he truly is the least curious vampire to ever be made and he does not give fuck about vampires despite being one.

Its Claudia who goes to libraries, reads the folklore, tries to learn as much as she can and pushes Lestat for answers about who made him and where the others are. Claudia says Vampire Pride and Louis says hmmm Vampire Tolerance.

And Louis...truly does not care about vampire history,law, culture. He's never even thought to ask. There are vampire laws?...ok...Lestat never cared about them and he's not going to either, lol. He's broken a few and he will continue to do so. Oh you have a coven? he's not gonna join it, he's gonna do his own thing. but good for you good for you.

the 500+ year old Coven Leader, he's gonna call Louis, Maitre, actually.

He has fire powers? thats kinda cool. he'll learn that but only cause it lets him vent his feelings about Lestat.

Lestat and Armand say the name of the vampire queen in front of him and Lestat straight up says, "Louis has no idea who that is" and do you think Louis cares, outside of the fact that for some reason it means he can't kill Lestat? No! Do you think in the 77 years he's been with Armand he ever took 5 minutes to ask a follow up question? No!

Do you think he will care about Akasha in season 3? Doubt it! Outside of her obsession with Lestat, who is the only person left on the planet he seems to be able to filter Caring About This Shit through

He blatantly breaks the 3rd law and publishes a book about being a vampire and when the other vampires get pissed not only does he not apologise he literally sends them his location and says 'you wanna fight? lmao don't miss'

I love him. Daniel Molloy is gonna need to bring his A game because Louis will not be solving a single mystery next season, nor would it even occur to him to try.

[brucie-baby]

the fact that alfred was the one to put up jason's memorial is so important to me

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

[the-muppet-joker]

My liege, how do you remain positive in a world so cruel?

There is a lot of despair right now. I do not wish to add for it. A lot of things can be taken from me, but I will remain hopeful and silly and filled with love for the people I care about. They will not take away my joy

[wewontbesleeping]

the weirdest fucking thing to me is how men will be like "it's so hard being a man. no one cares that i'm sad. the loneliness we experience could NEVER be understood by a woman" and then also be like "btw i never talk to my friends and i don't know their names and i love hanging out with men because they don't talk about their stupid emotions all the time. women could never understand a bond like this." like ???

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Unhinged Feral Boyfriends

The whole Batfam is under the assumption that Damian is the feral child. The assassin, the wild one, the demon brat that bites and stabs. Jason usually takes the second place, what with guns, heads in the duffelbag, and being a crime lord.

But Tim? Come on, even Duke is more feral than him. Tim is a nerd, and he keeps to his own devices most of the time, and, sure, sometimes he is plenty unhinged. But he's okay. Seventh place on the unofficial List of Feral Bats.

He's got a boyfriend lately, have you heard? Tim hadn't brought him to the manor for dinner yet, but each and every Bat and Bird have already seen the guy - in person or through the surveillance cameras or background checks, doesn't matter. Either way, Daniel Fenton is quite literally a ray of sunshine.

They look very cute together.

That is, until one day, they witness Danny and Tim rip Joker's ribcage out of his chest.

Nothing could have prepared them for it. It was just another patrol, just another night of fighting crime, nothing out of the ordinary. Sure, Joker was on the loose, but so far, no one has tracked the Clown down or seen any of his goons.

But then, Red Robin's tracker went offline. The Bats started searching for him immediately - his last recorded location, his trackers, his route, everything. But when they managed to find him...

Well.

They didn't only find him in that warehouse.

They found Joker, choking on the ground and clawing at his own neck, like trying to force some air inside his lungs. Over him, Danny was squatting on the ground, his eyes thoughtful and not worried in the slightest, tapping on his chin. And, just a step behind him, Red Robin is holding a fucking ribcage in his hands, studying it with calm curiosity.

"Should we put it back now?" Tim asks, relaxed and easy, like they are speaking about whether they should or should not get another box of cereal in a store.

Danny shrugs, "I mean, if you want to. It's not like he's gonna die in the next ten or so minutes, you've got time."

And then, as Batman makes the slightest of noises, Danny's head snaps to him, and the boy smiles, cheerful and bright. Like the ray of sunshine he is.

"Hi, Bats!" Then he blinks and looks down to Joker, who is already frothing at the mouth, "Oh, don't worry about him, he won't die. Red's just putting a tracker in his manibrium."

"I figured it'd be easier to find him next time if he can't get the tracker out," Tim nods, unbothered, as he is tinkering with the ribcage in his hands before passing it back to Danny, "Okay, done. Put it back."

Danny takes the ribcage and presses it to Joker's chest. And, before they know it, the bones sink inside the man, like a hand in a bowl of sand.

Danny wipes his hands on his jeans and stands. Tim smiles at the Bats, none of whom know what to say and where to start.

The next day, Joker is back at Arkham with a tracker in his sternum, Danny is invited to dinner in the manor, and Tim takes the first place of the Feral List, with a note 'never leave unattended when Danny is nearby'.