#anything is a holder if u believe

[cantankerouscatfish]

there’s a lot of old paintings of people in tunics and stuff that have belts, and they are carrying things in the belts. and that is bc when you don’t have pockets, and only two arms, you roll up your map and shove it in your belt so you can stand around and eat roasted almonds.

[hrtsdevils]

dog-eared. | jh86

summary reader and jack broke up before he was drafted to the nhl. after years of watching from afar, jack finally sees y/n in person. past feelings are brought up to the surface.

pairing jack hughes x fem!reader

wc 2.6k

an my lovers… also another gracie fc sorry idk what to tell you! also for the sake of the plot pretend that the devils play the ducks on tuesday instead of vancouver thanks!!! loosely based off of everywhere everything by noah kahan ft gracie abrams

It had been years since you’d seen Jack. You broke up right before he started his NHL career as it seemed like your plans didn’t align. You’d be going to college in California, as USC had been your dream school your whole life. You dreamed of living somewhere where it was sunny and it was never freezing, unlike the weather in your hometown of Toronto. He dreamed of making it big in the professional league, which he was so close to achieving already.

The breakup between you two was mostly mutual. It happened in your 2005 Honda Civic, in the parking lot of a gas station after you had gone to buy soft drinks. The two of you could feel the breakup impending, and it felt as if the weather channel told you a meteor would be hitting Earth within minutes. As if the sun was about to collapse. The silence was deafening as you started your car, putting your drink in the cup holder. He followed suit.

“I..” He started before you cut him off.

“You think we need to break up?” You asked, giving him a soft smile. It wasn’t genuine, it was quite the opposite. You just didn’t want him to feel guilty, you thought it was the right thing as well.

He nodded softly, “I just think we’re on two separate paths… you know?”

“Yeah, I get it.” Your hands tensed under your thighs, as you were using them as hand warmers. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Buttons.” That had been his nickname for you since the 8th grade. You had a perfect little button nose, and it quickly caught on and everybody would use it for you as well.

The drive back to his parents’ house was in silence, as neither of you had much to say to each other. In about ten minutes, you were parked in front of his house. “You’re still going to come to my birthday party, right?” You asked. You were turning eighteen in a few weeks, June 7th.

“Yeah, I will.” He smiled sadly, “It’s not over. We’re just separating until we get brought back together.”

You huffed, “When’s that? Whenever fate decides?”

“Precisely. Call it a dog ear.. you like to read, right?”

“Yeah, I would never doggy ear my books though.” You giggled, “Bye, Jacky.”

That was the last you talked formally. He never did come to your party, texting you an excuse about how he had a training camp that day. You didn’t believe it, but you never said anything about it. It had been years, you watched him succeed from your dorm room and then to your small apartment couch. Your roommates never understood your love for the sport, but you always attributed it to being from up north.

That was a reason, but not the only one.

Every year you anticipated the Devils coming down to Anaheim to play the Ducks. That was practically the only time you watched Jack in person. You were particularly excited this year, as his little brother Luke would be playing too. You adored Luke, he was so sweet and well-mannered, especially to you. Trevor would also be there. He wouldn’t be playing as he was injured, but you’d caught him after a few games to catch up and he was your little piece of Michigan in California.

It was a Friday game, which met that the tickets were slightly higher and there were fewer of them. You finally got your good friend, Cecilia, to agree to go with you. She was familiar with your love of hockey, and she knew you went to a lot of games. She didn’t know you knew two players on the ice, and two players up in the press box. As you were buying your tickets with her, you got a text from Trevor.

trevor zegras 🐣 : hey buttons r u coming to the game? idk cause jacks playing

You hastily replied, trying to shield your phone from Cece in the most subtle way possible.

y/n buttons : yeahhhh i was jst about to buy my tickets bahaha

trevor zegras 🐣 : don’t buy them ❌❌ i have a club ticket right above the benches if u want it

y/n buttons : usually yes i’d love to but i’m bringing my friend cece

trevor zegras 🐣 : i have 2! i’ll send em to u later

y/n buttons : thanks trev i appreciate u ☺️

You put your phone down and closed your laptop. Cece was a couple feet away on hers, but looked at you when your laptop snapped shut. “Did you buy them?” She questioned, scooting closer to you. You shook your head.

“Kind of? Well, one of my friends is on the team and he’s injured, he offered us seats right behind the bench.”

Her jaw fell slightly, “You never told me you had connections!”

You smiled, “I don’t really, I usually buy my tickets. This was a first time thing, I think he might be drunk.” You tried to explain it in the least suspicious way possible. You didn’t want to seem boastful, but an explaination had to come from somewhere.

You two discussed the arrangements for a couple minutes longer. From outfits to hair to transportation, you were more excited for this game than you had been for any others. Maybe it was because it was Jack’s team, or maybe it was because someone finally seemed to share your admiration for the sport.

Who knows, it was probably the latter.

The day came quick, as it was only a day or two out from your initial conversation. The tickets usually dropped in price right before the game, but luckily you didn’t have to spend the money on it regardless. You lended Cece a Zegras jersey that he got you, while you chose to wear an unnamed 30th anniversary jersey. You still had a few hoodies with Jack’s last name on the back, from his time with USNDTP, but you wouldn’t be wearing those tonight.

You arrived shortly before warm-ups, but when you looked at your section and seat numbers you realized Trevor wasn’t lying about you being right behind the bench. He just never mentioned that it was the away bench. You watched from your seat as the boys entered from the tunnel. They weren’t facing you, but you watched to make sure they didn’t turn around at least not now.

You managed to go a little while without being seen by Luke or Jack, that was until Cecelia got extremely into the game. The Devils had a goal in the late first period, opening up the scoring. Luke was sitting on the bench about a foot to the left of Cece, and once they scored she started banging on the glass.

As he stood up to cheer, he turned around due to the banging. The first thing he did was make eye contact with you. His eyebrows raised, and he blinked as if you’d disappear when his eyes opened. He didn’t say anything as you tried to avoid his gaze, and simply turned back around.

The game continued on, and you didn’t see him say anything to Jack. Soon enough, it was intermission and you felt safer. Like eyes weren’t on you anymore, even though they never were. It went by fairly quickly as the two of you watched the silly halftime games that usually were played by young children. As soon as the Devils came back through the tunnel, Jack turned around and looked at you. He kept sneaking glances as they warmed up again before the start of the second.

The rest of the game wasn’t as fun, as the brunette kept staring at you. As if you couldn’t go to hockey games, his hockey games. As if he couldn’t help looking at you. As if he missed you.

It didn’t help that Cece kept shouting at you, telling you that the cute one kept staring at you and that he wanted you. You knew her best interest was at heart, but she had no idea the magnitude of your situation with said cute one. You entertained her teasing of you, and how she kept pointing at you everytime Jack glanced your way.

By the end of the game you were over it. You wanted to escape and go home before the off chance that you ran into Jack actually happened. It was relieving when you got into the car, but startling when your phone lit up with a single message from Jack. Cece was giggling to herself, looking up one of the cute guys she saw on Instagram. She was oblivious to the situation

jack hughes : hi why were u there

You tried to think of an excuse, but eventually you realized it wouldn’t matter if you told the truth or not.

buttons 🩷 : because i was given tix my trevor.. and i go to a lot of ducks games

jack hughes : oh no other reason?

buttons 🩷 : u think i went for u?

jack hughes : maybe a little. sorry for bothering u buttons.

buttons 🩷 : don’t be sorry. how long are you in anaheim?

jack hughes : tonight n then flying up to seattle

buttons 🩷 : where r u staying?

It was a twenty minute drive back up to your apartment, but with your speeding it was around seventeen. Cece didn’t question your urgency as you dropped her off at your shared apartment, and left immediately after. She was a little bit tipsy. As you drove to the Marriott in Anaheim, you thought about what you were doing.

Throwing away years of peace for the same boy who disrupted it all those years ago. If you started to have feelings for him again, who knows how much you life could be uprooted? Everything could be ruined. All the progress and the getting over Jack. Your Jack. You knew you were risking your own personal journey by going to see him, but at this point you didn’t care.

The hotel receptionist was reluctant to let you up, as she knew who was staying there. The skepticism on her face was present from the very moment you walked in.

“Look, I know him and I know his room number, so can you just let me go up?” You pleaded with hed. Going to a room usually wasn’t necessarily an issue, the issue here was that a sports team was staying. She might’ve thought you were a crazy stalker fan.

As she was about to answer, Jack exited the elevator and spotted you talking to the receptionist. “She’s with me.” He told her, as he walked up to the desk. “Thanks, though.” You had texted him a minute prior about the receptionist, but you didn’t expect him to rush down.

“Hi.” You breathed as you made your way toward the elevator, “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been good.” He stopped before the elevator, “Would you rather go for a drive? I’m sharing a room with Luke.”

Your story paused in a car, so you were unsure how this would turn out. Maybe it will be different this time. “Sure.” You replied softly.

You two walked to your car in silence. You were about to get in the driver’s seat, but he insisted on driving. “You should drive slow around here, there’s a bunch of cops at night because of drunk college students.” You chuckled, “I’ll tell you when you can speed.”

You buckled up, and he started your car. It was an upgrade from your Honda, being a more recent model of a Nissan. “So, why’d you come to the game?” He asked as he pulled out of the hotel’s parking lot.

“I go to a lot of Duck’s games. Trevor plays, of course I go watch him.” You started, “He offered me club tickets, and I figured they were behind his bench. They weren’t, obviously.”

“So you didn’t go for me?” He questioned once again, “I don’t believe that, Buttons.”

You rolled your eyes, “I kind of did. I’ve been while you were playing for the last three years, but I still like hockey in general.”

“I’ll believe that.” The silence sat for a little while as he drove 25 down the city roads, the radio wasn’t even playing. “Do you think we could’ve done long distance?”

You shook your head, “No, not then at least. That’s why we broke it off. Maybe now.” You said the last part quieter, just enough so that if he wasn’t paying attention he wouldn’t have heard it.

But of course he was paying attention. You were his everything before, and possibly even now.

“Now?” He questioned, “What do you mean by that?”

“When we broke up, you said our page was dog-eared. Bookmarked. It was more like a pause until we were ready and mature, or at least that’s how I took it.”

He smiled, “I remember that. Do you think we’re ready and mature?”

You shrugged, looking at him. “Maybe, just this semester and then I’m done. I chose to graduate a semester early. I could move back east, we could be closer. Even without I think we’d be mature enough for long distance.”

The chances of this moment happening just weeks before you graduated was an alignment of the stars in itself. This could be everything you wanted, without disrupting your peace.

“If you need a place to stay, you can always stay with me and Luke.” He offered, “To get on your feet, if you come back.”

“Maybe.” You hummed. His hand was resting on the gear shift, even though it was an automatic. You made a move to lay your hand on top of his, squeezing it gently.

It was a soft step in the right direction. A step to getting the love of your life back, which is what you’d wanted since the minute you broke it off. It’s been a long three years without him, he was your best friend and you intended to make up for the lost time soon enough. You wouldn’t bring up how he never contacted you either, because it was far in the past. You were both kids at the time and you can’t hold a grudge about that.

As he re-entered the hotel parking lot, you smiled at him. Your hands were now intertwined on top of the cup holder region, and you never wanted to let go. His hand was more rugged than before, matured and weathered, but it was still a comfort you had missed. He dropped it to shift the car into park.

“So, I’ll see you soon then?” He asked, as you got ready to get out. 45 minutes had passed between getting into the car and now. You conversed about your current life and your future. Your future together.

You nodded, “Yeah, hopefully. Keep in touch, okay? No ghosting me.” You stepped out of the car and walked around to the driver's side as he got out as well.

The two of you shared a hug, but exchanged little words. You could hear the cars around you, and the sounds of the city were still alive. “Bye, Jack.” You released him from your embrace.

“Bye, Buttons.” He smiled, “I’ll text you.” He turned around and walked back to the hotel as you watched, a smile gracing your features as well.

You’d love him forever, whether you got back together or not. You believed he felt the same. You were glad that Trevor had known about the seating on the tickets, and made sure they got to you. You were also glad Luke saw and recognized you. You were excited to see him. The end was over, and the new start was just beginning.

[jrswritings]

Tingles and Giggles - Chapter Six - Tyler Owens x Reader

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Chapter Six - Storm Chasin' Duo

On your way back to the truck, Tyler walked into the visitor center building after giving you the truck keys. You gave him a small smile and walked over to Ol Red, it being the only vehicle in the parking lot. Unlocking the door, you slid into the passenger side and put the keys into the cup holder. You couldn’t tell if it was anxiety or pure happiness building in your chest, but you needed it to chill before your heart jumped out of your chest. 

You never were the one to be asked out in high school or talk to guys much as you were usually studying weather patterns, your first boyfriend was after graduation and only happened after a drunken mistake of a one-night stand. It didn’t last long, maybe four to five months, you chose not to remember. After that guy, it was Derek, who you were with for five years, resulting in him cheating on you. Sure, you flirted occasionally at bars while sipping on a drink, but never had a guy ask you to start dating. 

In a panic, you told Tyler that you would like to hold off and see if you would continue to storm chase if your team split. While sitting there, your emotions turned from anxiety to anger. You were angry at yourself for telling the perfect guy for you no. It came to be such an overwhelming feeling you smashed your balled-up fist onto the armrest, not paying attention to where you hit. You heard three beeps and then a woosh sound, followed by a loud bang and then crackling. 

You looked out the window of the truck to see remnants of a firework floating away in the wind, then looked back at your hand on the button labeled ‘color boom 4.’ As if the last ten minutes couldn’t get any worse, you looked over to the visitor center to see Tyler with his hands on his hips and shaking his head with a grin. 

You buried your face into your hands and silently screamed. As you heard Tyler get closer you pulled your hands away and took a few deep breaths. 

“You gettin’ used to the controls, passenger princess?” He asked, leaning in your window. 

“U-Uh,” you stammered, that was not the response you expected. 

“Don’t worry, they’re cheap little ten-dollar fireworks,” he said with a smile, gesturing to the pipes containing the actual firework stick. 

You stayed silent, hoping the embarrassment would fade and it would be like it was on the drive here. 

“Darlin’,” he said, putting his finger under your chin and pulling your face towards him, “What’s wrong?” 

Did he actually notice that you weren’t okay? Were you making it that obvious? You reminded yourself to work on getting better at hiding your emotions. 

Your lack of response made Tyler worry even more than he already was. He opened the door and leaned his hip against your seat. 

“Don’t think I’m heartbroken or that I’m going to spread that you told me no,” he said, putting his hand on your cheek softly and wiping away the tear you didn’t know you cried. 

“I-I,” you started to say but was cut off by tears falling, your chin dropping to your chest. Why did you feel so bad about telling someone no? 

“Oh honey,” he said, pulling you to his chest, “Don’t be upset, I’m still going to chase after you until you say yes or push me into a tornado.” 

This made you chuckle through your tears, pulling your head off his chest and wiping your tears. 

“Because believe me, I’m not quittin’ on you,” he said softly, giving you the classic Tyler Owens smile, “I’m just gettin’ started.” 

You took a couple of deep breaths, trying to compose yourself to tell him what you meant to say out on the bench. 

“But that isn’t what I meant to say, T-Ty,” you said, taking another deep breath, “I-I honestly panicked.” 

“It’s just me, darlin’,” he said, rubbing your arms.

“That’s the problem,” you said, his eyebrows going up, “I don’t want to say anything wrong or get hurt or ruin what we already have.”

He chuckled slightly and pressed his lips to your forehead. “I understand, how do you think I’ve felt the last few years?” 

“But you’re a smooth talker and I’m just a girl who stares at clouds,” you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. Why would someone as amazing as Tyler want to be with someone who could sit and watch clouds all day? 

“And I’m a boy who stares at clouds,” he said softly, “Hell, sometimes I think they actually talk to me.” 

“At least I’m not the only one,” you said, smiling slightly and wiping the stray tears from your cheeks. 

“Why don’t we do this,” he said, lifting your chin, “We can go on a few more of these to make sure the connection is there 100 percent, and then after that, we can decide to give what we got a true chance to take flight.” 

“I like the sound of that,” you said quietly, looking into his soft eyes. 

“I’m in no rush for you,” he said, leaning down to put his forehead on yours, “You’re the one I want.” 

Hearing him say that sent tingles down your spine, so much so that your back stiffened to brush your lips against his. Again, in panic, you pulled away with your face turning a bright red. 

“Are you hungry?” He asked, rubbing soft circles on your arm, “I know a nice place up the road we could grab a bite before we head back to Prairie Winds…” 

“I’d like that,” you said, adjusting yourself in your seat and trying not to press any more buttons or switches. 

He gently closed your door then walked to his side of the truck and took his red flannel off, tossing it in the back seat. 

“Sometimes the midday heat doesn’t get to me, but damn, today it’s HOT!” He said, putting his hat on the dash and hopping into the driver’s seat. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t take it off earlier,” you said, fanning yourself with a map you found shoved between the seats. 

“I had better things to worry about than my comfort, okay?” He said, patting his pockets, “Keys?” 

“Cup holder,” you said, buckling your seatbelt and leaning back. 

“Right,” he said, grabbing them and starting the truck effortlessly. 

“Has any of your team tried to reach you again?” He asked, glancing at his phone where Boone and Ben had texted him. 

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, looking at your notifications. There was a group text between you, Jade, and Tristan with Jade sending the message. Your heart dropped as you already knew what the text was about. 

‘Hey (Y/n), we hate to do this while you’re out with that crazy guy from the wranglers, but Tristan and I have decided it’s our time to part ways with the Storm Riders. It’s been a fun journey and we wish you and the rest of the team luck with the season next year. Hope we can still be in contact and remain friends. J&T’ 

You sighed loudly, seeing there was a voicemail from Willow. Could this get worse? 

“Hey (Y/n/n), it’s Willy,” Willow said, “I hate to do this as I know Jade texted you earlier about their departure from the team, but I was offered a modeling gig while at the local mall. It was all crazy, but a marketing rep from Sephora was at the store and actually recognized me from when I sent my portfolio in. You know I love you and I love the chase, but I need to focus on my dreams. I won’t be returning next year to Storm Riders… Let me know if you want to talk about this more…”

You turned your screen off and tossed your phone in the backseat next to his shirt and the flowers, sinking into your seat. 

“Hey, why the sudden sulking?” He asked, starting to back out of the parking spot. 

“You know how earlier I mentioned that I had a gut feeling this would be the last year of chasing for Storm Riders?” You asked, rubbing both your temples as this wasn’t what you wanted to deal with today, or really ever as it was your dream to have your own successful chasing team.

“Ye- oh no,” he said, “Really? Not even in person?” 

“Not even in person,” you sighed, “Willow I can understand as she hates being confrontational in this type of sense in person, no matter who the person is, but then Jade thinks we’ll still be good friends when they don’t even respect me enough to talk in person?” 

“You’ll still be friends, I know you don’t throw friendships away that easily,” he said, turning onto the main road, “But it was disrespectful for them not to say anything in person.” 

“Well, looks like I get to talk to Asher and Finn tonight or tomorrow,” you sighed. 

“I’m serious about what I said earlier, honey,” he said, reaching over and grabbing your hand gently. 

“Which is what?” You said, looking over at him, “You’ve said a lot of things today and it’s only 1:27 in the afternoon.” 

“That you and those boys are welcome to join the Wranglers,” he said, squeezing your hand, “I think we’d make a good storm chasin’ duo.”

Want more? Here's Chapter Seven!

[mysillytdsideblog]

My headcanons for mike & co

Vito

Co-host w/ Mike from ages 14-16

Mentally 18-19 ish

System big brother

Handles a lot of the family issues

The one who steps up fr

Sexual Protector Alter

Trauma Holder, but doesnt have a full picture of their trauma

Sexualizes self for attention

Just a cool guy if u get to know him

Wishes he was more built irl lol

He was the one dating their first girlfriend

She didnt know about their DID, both Mike and Vito would rather keep that private

Wants a normal life

Also held down their first job (semi-canon)

He gives a shit but can be emotionally reserved

He doesn’t hate Mal, he just finds him frustrating

A bit of a troublemaker but not out of wanting bad for the system, it’s just the way he is

Creeped out by Mal, thats why he doesn’t like him

Secretly holds grudges but doesn’t tell them unless he’s picking a fight

Kinda a pothead

Chester

Mentally 60s-70s

No specific trauma memories, but he was split from trauma

Has never been the host but he switches in quite often

One of the first alters to have been discovered by their psych

At first the psych thought they were faking just cause of how theatrical Chester was, and how much it annoyed Mal

The psych thought they were faking to get out of juvie

Not to help, Mal said it was a “voice in his head” and would talk to him out loud, not caring who heard

He’s not an introject, but they don’t know why he’s old

He just is who he is

They don’t know why he has a scar over his eye, they presume there’s a trauma reason for it but nobody has any memory of something bad happening to their eye

He feels like he’s a grandfather to Mike, but the feeling’s not reciprocated

Not yet at least

Mike learns to love him

He gets annoyed by Chester still but he finds him more endearing

He likes his hot beverages and pastries

And yelling at the tv

He finds commenting on everything so entertaining

He’s co-con 80% of the time

He finds fronting to be physically exhausting, like it makes him physically feel his age

Has chronic pain in his hips and joints, his psych says it’s phantom pain

He loves his psych, he could go on for hours

He loves little kitty cats! There has never been a cat he couldn’t pet

He wishes he was more welcome when visiting nursing homes, he feels lonely but they don’t like his “portrayal” of an old man

He had gotten kicked out before

Actually, he gets kicked out of places quite often

He has health anxiety and constantly thinks he’s going to fall ill and die

His doctor is so fed up

He believes so many wives tales and basically you can tell him anything and he will believe you (unless he’s in a mood, then he’s just going to shout at you)

Mal

Ambigious early childhood to age 13 host

Mentally shifts between 13 to 17

Persecutor/Protector

Mainly a physical protector, kind of the mind’s back up plan for when things get rough and he needs to protect himself or take action

Holds most of the memory of the physical abuse

Split directly for that reason

He was one of the first

Hates his parents and tries to cause problems as a revenge for all the abuse he endured

Sadistic for this reason

He knew from a very young age that nobody was coming to save him, and they never did

Telling all the trauma he knew about in a court ordered psychiatric evaluation was the main reason he got diagnosed, but he was hoping it was going to put his parents in prison

It didnt

He was originally going to be diagnosed with ASPD before they scrapped that for just a DID diagnosis, mainly because his symptoms were too mixed and inconsistent due to the other alters existing

He still agrees ASPD fits him though and after TDAS he does more specific treatments for it in therapy

They do get diagnosed with ODD though

Basically everyone but Svetlana shows symptoms for it

Mal has it the worst because he has so much pent up hatred from everyone who hurt or failed him

And he only gets the bare minimum when he takes it into his own hands, but its better than nothing

Really clashed with Zoey at first but he was the one to make her understand them more, in his own roundabout way

Actually became close friends with Zoey even if they have their conflicts

Mike

Same age as body

Kinda bigender tbh but he’s not ready for that

Thinks he should be the one to call all the shots because he thinks hes the original

Hes not, there is none

Doesn’t have a lot of childhood memories

Nobody tells him about their trauma

Besides Mal when he’s trying to prove a point

He hates Mal because Mal threatens his sense of control

He overcompensates, being a system scares him so if he’s in charge he will be able to make sure everything’s ok

Just finally coming out of denial, still half in it

He hates being a system

Rude to his alters!!!

After All Stars, he sees his psych again who scolds him

And teaches him to accept his disorder

He does better

He compromises more, he learns that his alters are people too, he adapts to his multiplicity and eventually is the key to achieving functionality between all of them

He struggles to accept Mal, because of his persecutory nature, but he learns why Mal does what he does and with a little work from them both they are able to compromise

Mal has to grow and learn too don’t get me wrong

Svetlana

Same age as body

Transbian

Doesn’t mind being a system tbh

She likes the company

Hosts for short periods but only for upcoming competitions really because its hard for her to pretend to be a singlet

She doesn’t like hiding who she is, she’s way more open about her DID than the others are

She wishes she has more girl friends to talk with but they all know her as mike or mal :(

Total sporty girl she is multi talented in soooo many sports

Gymnastics is her fav obv

Why she has an accent? Who knows? Possibly an introject or maybe shes just like that but as far back as they remember she was there

They are all confused

Has good childhood memories, trauma free

She definitely loved recess and fronted a lot during the school years

Loves making friends, shes very social and kind!!

She’s also the most understanding and gives the best advice

Very emotional and it can be quite theatrical, on par with chester

She’s the one who gets along the most with their parents

Picky eater

She likes to eat clean and hates that the other alters eat meat because she finds it soooo gross

Has her own separate drawer in their dresser for her clothes

Bird lover and has owned pet birds before

Manitoba

Introject, half indiana jones-half steve irwin

Not a fusion he was just made like that

30s-40s

The most recent split

Has a fleshed out part of the interworld including NPCs (like his wife) and spends most of his time there (semi-canon)

He doesn’t prefer to front, he just found total drama fun to compete in

Dreams of traveling the world

Really longs for his innerworld to be real

Tries to keep everyone in line

Wishes they would be less trouble

He doesn’t side with anyone, which makes Mike very angry but he can also see a side to Mal that Mike can’t

He’s the most logical and level headed one

Loves collecting things especially memorabilia from places he’s been

He knows so many animal facts and just general knowledge

It makes Mike feel stupid cause he doesn’t know all that but its in his brain, it confused him how that works still

[toxictigertonic]

HIII i absolutely adore your outlast trials headcanons, they're so silly and accurate .. if u don't mind, could you maybe do one of the prime assets going to the movie theater? that'd be so funny

Took a little break to give my brain more time to soak in the outlast bathtub, but I'm back with more silly.

COYLE

- He wouldn't take his sunglasses off for the movie I'm saying this right now. It could be a 3D movie and he'd just put the glasses over top of his own.

- Kinda guy to get a hotdog at the movies instead of just popcorn. Then he complains about the price to the underage cashier.

- He likes to watch cop and action movies, imagines himself being the protagonist through the whole movie. He wishes he was that cool.

- Leaves popcorn on the floor and his empty cup in the cup holder because "it's their job to clean it up".

- Would try to steal snacks that Gooseberry brought in. She was gonna share them anyway but if he's gonna be like that he can starve.

- Shushes anybody who even breathes too loud when the movie is going. He is Locked In and if you distract him he's going to kick your ass.

- Due to being this locked in, he will hold his piss for however long the movie is. He's not missing a second of this, he'll piss himself if he has to.

- Does not care what seat he actually bought, he's gonna sit where he likes and you're gonna deal with it. Dick.

- Would try to smoke a cigarette inside of the theater and have to be escorted out. Would not go quietly.

- Does not stay to see if there's anything after the credits, misses out every time. It's not that he doesn't know, he doesn't believe that there's actually anything to see.

MOTHER GOOSEBERRY

- Brings a purse full of snacks with her. She is unwilling to spend 20 dollars on a little bit of candy. Still gets popcorn though, nobody can resist movie theater popcorn.

- Futterman wants to watch gorey horror movies while she wants to watch romcoms or just comedies in general.

- Futterman will complain through the whole movie if he's forced to watch a romcom. And he's loud about it too, the other movie goers would complain, but... that goose is scary.

- If he got his wish and they're watching a horror movie, he's cheering when characters die. Fuck the protagonists he's here for BLOOD.

- Futterman also complains about her snack choices. Candy? SUGAR? Think of the cavities, Phyllis!!

- She doesn't talk during movies but she is the one softly gasping whenever something like a plot twist happens.

- Futterman is face down in the popcorn bucket just munching away. He's gonna need a bath (read: get dunked in the sink) when they get home.

- Futterman would crack shitty jokes during quiet parts. Don't laugh it'll only encourage him to do it again.

- Phyllis is also a "hold it until the movie is over" kinda person but only because Futterman throws a fit if he misses out on parts. That's if they're watching a horror movie, if it's a romcom he's begging her to leave lol.

- Refills her popcorn before she leaves and brings it home with her.

FRANCO

- He actually can't eat popcorn bc the kernels get stuck in his teeth and it's uncomfortable :(

- Instead of eating popcorn, he's scarfing down candy. He strikes me as a gummy kind of guy.

- Gooseberry is actively rushing him past the snacks and candy bc he WILL try to buy 8 different kinds of candy and end up spending 60 dollars. He has the money but he does NOT need to experience a sugar rush halfway through a movie.

- He'd also go for horror movies, but also mafia/mob movies. Would shout at the screen about inaccuracies.

- Out of all of the assets, he's the one talking during the movie. He has a hard time sitting still and he's not completely paying attention and he wants Gooseberry to tell him what he missed. Coyle is shushing him the whole time.

- Despite being the one that keeps yapping, he'll kick the back of someone else's seat if he thinks they're talking too loud.

- Also leaves a mess of candy wrappers and spilled drinks, just like Coyle. He just doesn't care tbh.

- Gets up 9 separate times to use the bathroom, has to step in front of Coyle each time to get out of the row. They're gonna kill each other after the movie.

- If somebody else tries to step over his legs to get out of the row, he'd trip them. The menace.

- Gooseberry is clapping her hand over his eyes if there's any nudity and he is FIGHTING to move her hand away. Let him see!!

I would watch a movie with Phyllis and only Phyllis everyone else can wait in the car (sorry Franco)

[hyunverse]

hi hi 🩷 so i was thinking bf/husband! hyune who takes up the task of decorating and designing the interior of your new home together (im 70% sure he said he did that with his current apt with bin 😭) and he includes every single tiny thing that you've mentioned in the course of your relationship, like man actually wrote them DOWN in a book for future plans because he knew he wasn't going to let you go. you'd slowly start to notice that your desk was near a window like you'd mentioned that one time when the two of you were painting together or that he made a labeled spice rack in the kitchen for you, a key holder next to the door, display shelves that were almost exactly where you had wanted them to be, and literally anything else you might've just mentioned in a conversation casually.

this was the only thought in my head when i was watching home renovations on netflix

do you want me to go crazy... this is literally perfect oh my god. the labeled spice rack, the key holder... hyune's 100% the kind of man to remember every single detail about u.

may i also add: husband!hyune who just wants to ensure your new home is perfect and that you'll feel comfortable. he would definitely paint your favourite flowers and hang them up in the living room too...💭 he's also always down for house makeovers. mention that you want to change the couch once and he'd take notes and immediately search new ones. also i am a firm believer that he'd make sure the house always has fresh flowers. everytime any bouquet wilts he's off to the florist for a fresh bouquet!!!

psst @astraystayyh @hwajin thought u'd like!!!

[istherewifiinhell]

scheduled hopefully for appropriate insanity causing hours

304 cant believe everyone in gin.tama just lives like this. the. speech convictions dramatic childhood flashbacks promises lifestyle. not just for main characters i guess (is this guy the shogun.....)

yay yay yippppppe the guys. yay ayay yippeee flashbacks. DONT DIE.

kaaaaaaruga. always suspected. if i understood her more id be obsessed. Confirmed. 2 second in pulling that. i was waiting for ur weakness bullshit. BEAT UP UR OLDER BROTHER. (<- comma. gay? ) kagura born on this planet.... half a second of taka.gin grappling could sustain me for a life time (gin puts his hands on him to throw him) hey fellas i know this is the Sword Penis show but have u considered going at it meg.op. style. for me?

omg baby flashback leftest infighting. sugi ur not the most oppressed person in the world u know. well u would say that scholarship baby zura. diddddddd they shape each others ideologies like that. where they reading theory together as shitty little kids -> well prob not this show but lets indulge

oh right gin former. ghost eating thing. showing up to the school yard beef with a real sword.

HI SHOU.YOU. HI. his little pogchamps

loveeee how they do the blood in this show looks like velvet, alll dark shimmery. also the editing. wooooo.

bushido speech. this shit is cool actually. also leon.ardo the ninja turtle would love it (03)

zura giving him fooooood oh no. little. verbal redirects of kindness transparency

NOOOO SUGI beats gin for the first time clip NO NONO SUGI LAUGHING SLOW MO CLIP (already tearing up)

ahhhh the position of the school and the attitudes of the backgrounder kids actually very affecting and interesting isnt it.... shou.youuuuuuuu the man(thing) that u are....

ep. 305

theeeeee babies. the babies.... the babiest guys. so so charmedddd by them charmeddd again by how. unexpected? maybe. sugi and zura stick together.... the remainers..... kidtoki why are uuuu such a perfectly cromulent. thing. little. video game character ass look. perfect. shitty cool affect. wanna pinch his little cheeks 10/10 letting this kid be the leader of the playground gang.

shou.youuuuuu shou.youuuuuu. such a. believably. man with his complexities but hes being around children so (friendly voice) 'thats right. what do you think' sooooo. yeah immediately believes 100 thousand percent he means everything he says so truly yeah i probably would get. horrible weird trauma give the givens too

THROW THE SWORDS AWAY YAYYYYYY. flashback. ohhhhhhh sugi. i little. weird bitch (said in. desperate scrambling fondness. i love the things that are wrong with him)

gin boots are so hot...

SOMEONE INTIMATE TO CUT AND CURSE!!!!!!! ohhhhh babes (what could i possible say abt it that hasnt been said) well i hope they fuck themselves to death about it

fightscene styles gt vs tf <- place holder i left for myself. that will be extricated to a diff post.

gin scrambling in the blood and dirt under all the promises he has given his loved one. YES BABE. thats exactly what ur supposed to be going

ohhhhhh godddddddd the fucking beheading scene back to back from both of their perspectives oh jesus fuck oh hell. im going to. cut and curse at someone else. i guess. THANKS HIM. THANKS HIM FOR IT. (crying) cool. thats normal. i feel normal about the man (shou.you)(gin)

what the fuck. oboro real? thats fucked up. THATS WHO TAKES THE EYE? (knew this techincally) WHO THE FUCK IS OBORO. (am seeing him) why is he a grown ass man i thought he was a kicked dog of a boy.

SUGI. SUGI YOU DUMB BITCH (loves him)(loves intractable positions)(loves the emotional incommunicability of reality)(loves an emotional confliction you can never resolve and just have to die about) he did it to save u fucking losers. cause his fucking teacher dad man asked him too. and thanked him for the service. ohhhhh u miserable fucks

why did you SAVE US. say it like that. damn.

oh youd do anything. youd kill shou.you. youd kill sugi himself. just to save the student your teacher loved. okay. okay. jesus. so you are the same. so your exactly the same person. your saying things that dont even make sense youve both lost any plane of reality cause you cant separate the things youve lost from the things you have. the very people youve saved are now reflected in those youve lost and youll both kill them to keep them alive. okay. no yeah thats fine cool lol.

(i guess sugis version would technically be said in reverse, you cant separate what youve have from what youve lost and the very person you lost are reflect in the one who saved you. and to keep him alive (crying gin.toki) youd kill him)

and MOST IMPORTANTLY. because you are the same person. you see yourself in him and him in yourself and u cant figure out where you end and he begins and your diametric opposed mirror reflection goals that lead you to taking. the exact same actions. okay. lol. OKAY. lol.

WHO THE FUCK IS OBORO. GET OUT OF HERE FREAK. i was talking.

id alt. im always saying this. or even just. Why is Oboro.

ep 306

heyyyyyy kagura! hiiiiii. youre not dead yay! hi. older brother. youre still here.

squints ohhhh these are. the cops? mayo man and. is this the other canonical gay sex haver or. (only has the normalest of second hand knowledge)

'if im just gonna end up as fertilizer anyway, i dont care if my path there is paved by roses or thorns.' damn dude. get out of the fucking. whatever ur in. and go become a metal music lyricist. what the fuck

oh shin.pachi. ur in this show.

googling. cant figure it out. whoever this green zombie bitch is sounds familiar. wish he had a name or smth.

damn there really is space in this show huh. thats crazy thats crazy. planet of the big hats vs planet of. umbrellas? anyone wanna watch space military anime.....

shogun 'i will protect the country were my friends live' what kagura said abt the planet. 'and to fulfill that goal, you'll even endure the deaths of your friends here?' gestures at the shou.you trolley problem. wow. that is tidy. good job recursive gin.tama

why do you grip that broken sword. you killed your teacher. you battled your friend. - my enemy is right here. WEVE NEVER CHANGED. weve all been fighting our own selves. ill stop him. even if it means having to kill him. but im also the one who understands how he feels better than anyone else

ohhhhhh gin. tama. ohhhhh gin. toki. i love u. i love u so much for just. saying insane thesis shit. like. yeah! YEAH OKAY! yeah thats. making out sloppy style with the narrative theming <- what do i mean by that.

be it killing him or protecting him. their both my job (gets so hard i pass out)

gin: says the most homoerotic twisted identity shit ive ever heard in my life that rests solely on. how unextractable gin. and sugi both are from each other due to. their love of shou.you. and thus. reflectionally. each other. oboro: his students are burning with hatred. <- IS HE STUPID?

and second question. upon reflection, looking at this grown ass man thing. do we have a classic ninja turtles adult beefing with teenagers situation. please tell me yes i will roast this man to shit.

(sugi also say gay twisted identity shit) [impact image font] we are. we are going to beat you to death.

[ending bumper comedy thing] u cannot deny their commitment to the bittism. need this shit for my annoying nitpick continuity fandoms. yeah no it was cause he pooped his pants. he shitted and farted.

[6okuto]

ANYTHING FOR YOU

akaashi x gn!reader | ~1.2k words of getting ready + brushing your teeth for @sunaslay 's heart at home collab ^___^

the second entry i accidentally deleted a while ago and couldn’t bring myself to rewrite bc :') ??? sobs. u would not believe the scream i scrumt that night. WAHH

the bathroom counter isn’t split in half between you and your boyfriend. your things get paired—keiji’s toothbrush sits next to yours in the cute matching holders he bought, your hair products are assorted next to his (he notices the new oil he got was missing from its spot, but says nothing), and the fluffy spa headbands hang next to each other on the wall.

you flip flop between believing it makes things faster or slower each morning, but while you sit on the counter, covering your mouth as you yawn, keiji says amused, “this makes it easier for me to take care of the both of us, huh?”

you shoot him a look. “it’s not my fault. no one should be up this early.”

“well, bokuto wanted everyone to have breakfast together so come on, i’ll help if you need me to,” he coaxes you softly, holding out your headband. you pout, movements groggy after you rub your eyes for the umpteenth time in the last 20 minutes.

you hop off the counter, and he turns the faucet on for you. it’s a quiet morning; the neighbour’s kids aren’t out in the backyard, nor is the neighbour across from you mowing their lawn. the only sounds are running water while you splash your face, and keiji humming the tune he’s complained has been stuck in his head for the past 2 days. a smile finds its way to you when he quietly sings the chorus. “thought you didn’t like that song?”

he pauses. “i mean it isn’t bad, it’s just annoying to think of the same 30 seconds over and over. i kind of accepted it’ll just be stuck in my head until the next one.”

there’s a tap on your arm while you wipe your eyes, and with them closed you reach for the towel keiji holds for you. “i can play you an equally annoyingly catchy one?”

“oh please don’t.”

“it’s the one stuck in my head. we could match.”

he scoffs and pinches your side, grinning when you try to elbow him back. “i’m fine suffering over here, thanks.”

there’s a lull when you put the towel away, the two of you looking at each other in the mirror. even after putting the water to cold, sleep still lingers and you almost yawn again. instead, you take the half a step between him and you, resting your head against his shoulder.

an arm easily wraps around your waist and a chaste kiss is pressed to your forehead. you can feel keiji's fingers rubbing circles against you as his lips linger on your skin. he teasingly murmurs, “you okay, or do you need me to brush your teeth for you?”

“mm, maybe i do.”

“yeah? okay.” your head falls slightly when he moves to pick up your toothbrush and toothpaste. “what? keiji, i was kidding.”

keiji ignores you, getting the brush ready before facing you. “say aahh,” he sing-songs, hovering the toothbrush near your face, not even trying to hide his smile. “keiji no—”

“no, keiji aahh.”

you can’t help laughing, and he takes the opportunity to sneak the toothbrush in. a choked sound of betrayal escapes you, but there’s nowhere to go with his hand where it is, the other positioned to catch anything that drips. so you stand there as he carefully brushes your teeth, your own hands awkwardly hovering as if you’d be able to help. keiji starts to hum his song again after praising you, “good job, baby.”

you know he really doesn’t mind even though it’s a silly thing to do, he probably finds it amusing, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he finished. so for a while you let him believe he’s going to, before you suddenly close your mouth and reach for his wrist. the action takes him by surprise, and just as quickly as you move, you get jabbed at the back of your mouth. “ah, ow.”

“shit, sorry, sorry.” keiji lets go of the brush for you to take, frowning even when you laugh. you wave him off but he's unconvinced, and you try to reassure him. the words come out oddly as you try to brush and not accidentally drool, “it’s okay. at least i didn’t choke or something. do you know how embarrassing it’d be if i died because you tried brushing my teeth?”

keiji huffs before shaking his head, the joke relaxing him a little. “you’re the one who moved. i was fully prepared to stand here for 2 minutes,”—he reaches for his own brush and the toothpaste—“also i think they’d find it silly and romantic.”

as soon as he’s moved back to standing up, you move to turn the faucet back on. “oh yeah? please tell that to my funeral audience.”

“‘kay, i’ll even photoshop your funeral photo so there’s a little toothbrush in the corner.” the image flashes in your head, and you manage to spit out your toothpaste before laughing, “i'd break up with you in the after life if i saw a toothbrush at my funeral.”

putting your toothbrush back in its spot, the counter calls for you again. you hop back on top and begin to swing your legs as you wait for keiji to finish. he shoots you a questioning look, but doesn't complain about your company. “so you really don’t want a little toothbrush friend?” he asks after a while.

you snort. “you’d put my murderer in my image?”

“the toothbrush is innocent, i think we’d be considered the murderers.”

“fuck,” you mutter, earning a huffed laugh in response. “homicide at 7 in the morning is a great way to go, i guess. still keep the toothbrush out, though.”

“okay,”—he spits out his toothpaste—”no funeral toothbrush photo.” and as soon as he's cleaned up, keiji leans against the wall, gesturing for you to join him. he asks softly, “ready to actually get ready now?”

for a second, the question confuses you; you forget you actually had plans today. keiji looks at you expectantly, a ghost of a smile on his lips. you see an opportunity and, jokingly, put on puppy dog eyes and pout, leaning against him again. “...help me get dressed?”

keiji takes the time to blink twice, processing your question. and then he laughs again, the sound filling the air and lightening your mood even more. maneuvering so he can intertwine his fingers with yours, he kisses your temple then turns to walk you back to the bedroom. “anything for you.”

[moodywyrm]

the thought of abby anderson, all big n beefy carrying around a tiny dog in crease of her bicep just makes me all warm and fuzzy inside n idk why :(

no bc. bc. bc. ok. oh my god. let it be known rn I love dogs so much, I also love cats but I have two dogs and I love them more than anything. so this? the fucking dream.

ok so this is absolutely what happens the first like three months that abby n u have haley. if u don't know haley, its the grey pittie that u find n bring home. this puppy fucking loves abby, so so much. she is such a dog mom, she takes Haley everywhere with her, including practice when she's got all her shots. haley will literally just nap in the corner (protected by carts) while abby is practicing. but when she's home?

she carries haley all the time. lil baby loves falling asleep on her mom, so u come home to abby on the couch, awake but not moving an inch, bc haley is sleeping on her tummy. she also carries haley around all the time. firm believer in air jail. walks around with haley cradled in one arm, and then two when she gets big, and then abby is heartbroken when haley gets to big to carry like a baby. she can still pick her up, but carrying her around all the time is no longer a thing bc haley starts wiggling like let me down!! also just,,,, abby 100% has one of those baby holders but for puppies/small dogs. has haley strapped to her chest. 10/10.

soot has not been forgotten, the sweet girl, she also loves falling asleep on abby, perching on her shoulder, making biscuits on her tummy. <3

[strawberrystepmom]

tfw you accidentally unfollow and instantly have to refollow because you thought that button was the ask box button, ignore me being a failure this early in the morning dfjngdfjgn but i crave an in-depth description of your relation and interactions with charlotte in the yamiken universe

listen...it happens to the best of us. frankly, tumblr shouldn't put the buttons that close together but what do i know i'm just some bitch ajflasjdfasjdf but thank you for asking and tbh thank you so much for being so supportive and your tags and everything that u are just as a whole. highkey obsessed.

so...charlotte and i are not friends but we come to some kind of mutual understanding. she's actually part of a social club that i am the head of where basically women in the kingdom gather at a tea parlor one friday evening a month to play cards or dice or whatever but it's basically just a networking event. gossiping event. whatever you wanna call it. i inherited the duties as leader from their previous holder and the club is thriving.

when she starts hearing about yami and i she doesn't believe it. when i finally admit that he and i are together she doesn't WANT to believe it but knows that if i'm saying it, it has to be true. i'm not totally uncouth and i'm semi-aware of her feelings considering herself and a couple members of her squad are part of the social group so i decided to ask her to stay after with me one evening so that we can talk.

i basically tell her that while i respect her and her feelings, i'm not going to hide my own to make her feel comfortable and i understand if she wants to leave the group because of it. she asks me if i'm certain i love yami and i tell her that yes, i'm very certain and that he's the only man i could ever see myself loving and she tells me she feels the same. this kind of agitates me though and i ask her why she hasn't shown her affections for him up until this point because she feels threatened and she agrees with me that she shouldn't have waited.

i also ask her if she's certain she loves him and not simply the idea of him as a savior because we are all aware of him saving her from the curse. this catches her off guard and i tell her she doesn't have to answer me now but i'd like her to think about it. we end the conversation there that night because i have to meet with yami anyway.

she continues to come to the monthly even after this conversation and any supplemental ones if we have them, she is polite but cold which i expected but it's fine. at some point she decides she's going to continue to try and win him which is also fine, she's allowed to do that.

she tells me that she still isn't sure how to answer my question and i tell her i understand but i'm sticking by what i said - my feelings are real, i love him. she admits her feelings to him, he lets her down gently after the final battle and tells her that he feels maybe she sees him for something he can't be all the time.

she comes back to me and asks me how i see him. i tell her the truth - i see him as the most wonderful man i've ever met and i'm prepared to defend him from society if i must. she accepts tells me that she's happy he's found someone who can do that for him. i apologize to her and she tells me no hard feelings.

we don't hate each other or anything but we keep our distance lol

[swordheld]

how did u choose your username?

oh, this is a fun one!! i think i considered being swordtold at first, for that very ancient myth vibe of the sword being this narrative tool for adventure and structure and physical time, the parable being passed down through the centuries until it meddles into modern day rhetoric and ideology – a kind of fantastical tool, a spark of magic, of possibility.

i like the arc of the story of a place being physical / having it be held by time and hand alike, wearing with the years and having it become something different to each holder, each reader, each experience fantastical and individual.

having that kind of physicality to it; swordheld is the action of taking up and holding the sword yourself, choosing your own narrative, leading your own story. self-identity has always been something i struggle with (a novel concept i know, i know), so it felt right for this blog, since most of my older blogs before this one have been just me silently reblogging and never really posting anything myself, and i wanted this to be the change to that.

i've always had trouble wranging my social anxiety, esp. on the internet, and previously thought that keeping my words to myself helped keep the timeline cleaner, in a way, no messy thoughts for others to sort through, especially ones i believed no one would want to read anyway? but it never felt right, keeping myself apart from it all, esp. not in the way i so avidly enjoyed reading others' posts and additions, keeping their words close to my heart.

i wanted it to reflect that this was a space i was holding for myself? and i'm a little slow on the uptake sometimes, but this - this i think i got right. i love being here, on this blog, and the joy that it brings me. everyone else enjoying it too has been a wild ride that i never expected, and still surprises me, one that brings a little extra thrill to my heart whenever i think about it.

i had other urls that i liked, but i didn't want this blog to be tied directly to any of my fandom/story interests, since i wanted it to really just be a sort of archive of artistic inspiration and resource, like a little library or museum. i use them now as lil sideblogs of more niche interests now, which is rather lovely.

it hasn't always felt like it fit perfectly, the way that i'd like, but for some reason i can't think of really wanting to change it anytime soon. it feels mythic yet modern in a way that feels like puzzle pieces finally slotting into their place, something my own and inspirational to me, like a lantern i'm holding to make my way by. my own kind of light, if that makes sense – a star i know by name.

[rjalker]

idk if anybody has said this to u yet but thank u for spreading awareness about how the public domain actually works, if i saw one more "you Have to call him willie and he HAS to be black and white" post i think id have a conniption fit

Thank you! It's very frustrating seeing all the fearmongering misinformation. I've been looking forward to this for the last year, but somehow I didn't realize that so many people had no idea what the Public Domain was at all...

I'm hoping people will actually put in the effort to do research and learn about these things so we don't have this problem every year, rather than everyone jumping on the "lets play attack dog for Disney's lawyers for free by screaming copyright infringement at every drawing of Mickey Mouse" bandwagon.

Like. It is baffling in the extreme how many people have instantly turned into corporate attack dogs over things that they do not in any way understand, but somehow they think they're being anticapitalist by doing so? They think they're being progressive by leaping to fearmonger and uphold Disney's stranglehold over the Public Domain by spreading fearmongering and misinformation that...literally didn't even exist before five days ago.

People now think that because Mickey Mouse is Public Domain, this somehow magically means it's literally illegal to draw Mickey Mouse in any way. It's confounding. And its just showing how deep the corporate propaganda runs. And I'm really really hoping people will start waking up and realizing how fucked up their reactions to this is and start actually learning about the Public Domain instead of immediately just spreading blatant misinformation about it that a five second google search will dispel.

I've now had to see four people proclaiming, with utmost self-righteous confidance, that celebrating the Public Domain, and celebrating that Mickey Mouse is Public Domain, is "corporate bootlicking for Disney" and "free advertising for Disney".

Because these people saw everyone saying not to give JK Rowling free advertising by continuing to celebrate her characters when the books have bigotry baked into them, and now think that they can just say the same thing about anything no matter what the context, even when they have absolutely no idea what they're talking about.

Disney has done so much to destroy awareness of the Public Domain that people are now convinced that celebrating the Public Domain...is capitalistic greed. Really makes you wish werewolf transformations were in real life because god fucking damn do I want to maul some billionaires.

I am once again begging everyone, as a bare bones beginning, to their understanding of the Public Domain, to go watch this presentation by the Internet Archive from 2019 if you're able to. (Some of them have subtitles, some of them don't, I'm going to ask if they have a transcript)

Here's a relevant clip from video 14.

[ID: A short video clip of Joseph Gratz at the 2019 Internet Archive conference about the Public Domain, sitting in a yellow chair as he speaks, saying and gesturing along with his words: "That's the, uh, official, maybe impractical strategy. The unofficial, um, more practical strategy is...be bold! Right?" [applause] "If you're acting in good faith, people are not going, ah, most copyright holders are people of good faith, who do not want to go after people who are acting in good faith, who are not harming their legitimate economic interests. And so if you're doing something, even pretty boldly, that is, that you believe and have a basis to believe, uh, and a reasonable basis to believe is in the Public Domain, or is fair use -- going out and doing it is the way, um, is the way forward, rather than being endlessly afraid." His speech ends, there's a short pause, then more applause. End ID.]

[systemnamenotfound404]

lvl 3 alter based off of the concept of eyestrain and the likes without a hex code or moodboard? Feel free to decline

Hey, sorry if this isn't what u meant, i wasn't sure if u meant the art style of eyestrain, or smt else but heres 2 dif types feel free to change anything. -🚬 (side note: if this isn't what u meant, if u wish u can re-request and well recorrect it deeply sorry if i misunderstood! Hope u have a nice day))

Name(s): Straina, Eyera, Kayla, layla, luna

Nickname(s)/Title(s): the Straining Gaze, Eye Disruptor

Pronoun(s): She/Her/zir/zer/it/is/hur/hir/xe/xim

Age: Ageless, but appears to be in her late 20s

Gender: Female, neogender

Sexuality: Neutral/Asexual

Species: Humanoid with features that reflect visual distortions

Role: Artist, Visual Warning Specialist, protector, gatekeepr, host, memory holder

Source: N/a brainmade

Emoji sign offs: ⚠️, 🌀, 👓

Front triggers (pos/neg/neu):

Positive:

- Discussing safe art practices

- Creating art with careful consideration of visual health

- Sharing resources on avoiding eyestrain in art

Negative:

- Ignoring warnings about epileptic imagery

- Using excessive flashing or strobe effects

- Overusing bright, saturated colors without filters

Neutral:

- Asking about guidelines for safe art

- Inquiring about the impact of certain visual effects

- Discussing the balance between artistic expression and viewer safety

Likes/dislikes:

Likes:

- Art that incorporates safe visual effects

- Artists who prioritize viewer health

- Tools and filters that help reduce eyestrain

- Hypnotic but safe swirl patterns

- Educational content on visual safety

- drawing

- going outside

- plushies with bright colours!

Dislikes:

- Art that neglects viewer safety

- Flashing or strobe effects without warnings

- Overly saturated or neon colors without proper filtering

- White text on black backgrounds

- Neglecting to use filters for potentially harmful visuals

- going to bed early

- dim boring beige colours

Personality:

Straina is a meticulous and considerate individual who is deeply concerned about the visual well-being of others. She is passionate about art but believes strongly in the importance of safety and responsible creative practices. Despite her serious nature, she is helpful and willing to guide others in creating visually appealing yet safe art.

Typing Quirk:

Often includes warnings and tips about safe visual practices in her messages, such as "Remember to filter strobe effects!" or "Be cautious with bright colors."

Extra:

- Carries a small notebook with guidelines on safe art practices.

- Has a habit of checking the color saturation and flashing effects in digital art.

- Can provide examples of safe and unsafe art to illustrate her points.

Name(s): Asthenopia, Eystra

Nickname(s)/Title(s): The Tired Gaze, Eye Fatigue

Pronoun(s): She/Her

Age: Ageless, but appears to be in her mid-20s

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Neutral/Asexual

Species: Humanoid with eye-themed features

Role: Educator, Health Advocate

Source: N/a brainmade [Inspired by medical literature on eye strain]

Emoji sign offs: 👓, 💡, 🌟

Front triggers (pos/neg/neu):

Positive:

- Talking about eye health and prevention

- Helping others alleviate eye strain

- Discussing new technologies to reduce eye fatigue

Negative:

- Ignoring eye care advice

- Prolonged screen time without breaks

- Poor lighting conditions

Neutral:

- Asking about symptoms of eye strain

- Inquiring about eye exams

- Discussing daily routines involving screen time

Likes/dislikes:

Likes:

- Reading about eye health

- Giving eye care tips

- Encouraging regular breaks from screens

- Proper lighting setups

- Eye exercises and vision therapy

Dislikes:

- Neglecting eye care

- Bright or dim lighting without adjustment

- Glare on screens

- Dry, polluted environments

Personality:

Asthenopia is a caring and informative individual who is passionate about eye health. She is patient and understanding, often taking the time to explain the causes and symptoms of eye strain in a clear and concise manner. Despite her serious topic, she has a gentle and reassuring demeanor, encouraging others to take care of their eyes.

Typing Quirk:

Often includes eye care tips and reminders in her messages, such as "Remember to blink!" or "Take a break every 20 minutes."

Extra:

- Carries a small eye mask and a bottle of artificial tears.

- Has a habit of adjusting the lighting in the room to optimal levels.

- Can perform simple eye exercises to demonstrate how to alleviate eye strain.

[systastic]

Hi, hi, could I please have a level 3 fear holder based on a chameleon or jellyfish? It's totally up to you on the decision. Thank you so much.

meow has been wanting to make a moon jellyfish inspired alter for awhile… nya hopes u like this!! :3 -🍥

name :: aurora, aura, nadia, luna, layla, isla, iris, jade, pearl, cora (short for coraline)

age :: agehazy, drifts between 15 to 20

pronouns :: she/her, fae/feyr, fleur/fleurs, moon/moons, lu/lun (lunaself)

roles :: drifter, dissociation experiencer, fear holder

species :: humanoid jellyfish

gender identity :: jellicent, sealacean, oceanbeing

orientation :: pansexual

source :: brainmade

aesthetic :: auroracore, pastel, pearly, beach girl

appearance description :: soft to the touch at first, like a plush pillow that one can sink into, but can be deadly if attempting to touch her without explicit consent. fleurs touch can shock others — which results in a tendency to avoid contact with other people out of the fear that they’ll be hurt. fleur can often be found drawing or sketching anything fleur finds interesting enough, especially things that relate to undersea life and things that float among the clouds. layla’s favorite thing to draw is jellyfish and cloud puffs — which, given moons species, isn’t all that surprising. 

personality description :: gentle, timid, and soft-spoken, lu is a dreamer and idealist with her head permanently in the clouds. she often gets carried away with her imagination, and struggles to find her footing back in reality. dragging nadia back down from her musings hurts both lun and any other headmates who are involved. fae runs from any sort of conflict and instead chooses to stick her head in the sand to drown out pains and sorrows. luna believes that by holding onto the fear of the system and being a martyr moon is helping moons system — though in reality, it’s actually hurting them by refusing to accept the fear moon holds.

likes :: drifting in the vast ocean, taking life slow and steady, going with the flow, daydreaming, cloud watching, fantasizing, the sounds of the sea, coral reefs, sea life, warm water, marine biology, and other jellyfish

dislikes :: things that are set in stone, harsh touches, sharp facts, cold waters, freezing temperatures, being without water for too long, having to talk to strangers, facing her fears, dealing with her emotions, and being grounded

front triggers :: the sound of lapping water, feeling ocean waves move the collective body, ethereal aesthetics, being dissociated from the world around her, dreamy/otherworldy vibes

signoff :: 🪼, 🎏, 🌊, or 🪸

image source here

[hiimweird3]

Random SAMS / LAES theorys

Hi these are just random theories I made while board at work and don't really have anything to do with the current act happening I hope you like them :3

1. THE ANTI CREATOR COUNCIL COUNCIL

I like to believe that ruin wasn't the only person stopping the creator council I believe there was a group of 600 interdimensional travelers of every member of each of the shows (like trwags tcbagfs etc.) each who's home dimensions we're made unlivable by the creator /creator council being lead by the smartest know member of all the shows and they were gathering members giving them a place to stay and call home while making plans to get rid of creators and the council but when ruin didn't what he did 558 of the members turned to dust and the 42 left are trying to find a new home and purpose (numbers not exact I honestly was obsessively listening to epic while making this theory lol)

2. The dearest mother Nova theory

This theory is 1000% a f u to the creator and based on in the second cult of the lamb sins of the flesh update video moon said "if we had a mom she's probably better than dad" I think the creator did have a wife in this dimension she was a animatronic who was a gift from a colleague and her personality was like Suns when the show first started and earth and because she has a personality creator let her program their personalities making her their mom, at first she was fully head over heels because of her programing creator never let her see sun and moon because she was unaware that they were in the same body/moons kill code we'll the creator has a falling out with the colleague and while they let her stay they took out a filter that caused her to see with rose colored glasses (which the creator used to help make forgor) a accident happened and the creator being the d🐬k he is showed he didn't care about her being hurt and she saw he was a huge d🐬k and divorced him a little before earth was almost done and creator being the massive b🐬h he is never tells sun moon and earth about their mom, she does want to meet them due to her watching the shows (she already acceptes lunar as a son) but she's afraid that she'd be forcing herself in their lives, OH! and I know this isn't needed but I really like to think she's hot AF! because A. They could really rub that in the creators brain face that she was created to be head over heels for him and he didn't treat her right and B. Single members of other shows can make "hey sun and moon you want a new dad/ another mom" jokes (the name Nova in the title is just a place holder I made up)

Like I said I made these while board at work so don't come after me and sorry about any grammar errors or if it's hard to read

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Vampire's Nest

Masterlist

We ended up hiding in the trees and look out this old barn house where we see the door open. A man comes out and holds up his arms to shield his face as another man pulls up his car to the building and walk over to him. They talk for a bit then they head back inside.

"Son of a bitch. So they're really not afraid of the sun?" Dean asked. "Ahh, direct sunlight hurts like a nasty sunburn. The only way to kill 'em is by beheading. And yeah, they sleep during the day -- doesn't mean they won't wake up." John said. "So I guess walking right in's not our best option." I said with sarcasm. "Actually, that's the plan." John said and I turn to him. "Wait, what?" I said, shocked.

Dean opens up the trunk and we began to weapon up while John does the same from an automatic hidden compartment that slides from the back of his truck. "Dad, I've got an extra machete if you need one." Dean said as he holds it up but John unveils a massive shiny serrated edge machete from a leather holder. "I think I'm ok. Thanks." John said as Dean and I check the machete out.

"Wow." Dean mutters.

"Impressive." I said and John turns to us.

"So, you three really wanna know about this Colt?" John asked us. "Yes sir." Sam and I said as Dean nods. "It's just a story, a legend really. Well I thought it was. Never really believed it until I read Daniel's letter....Back in 1835, when Halley's comet was overhead, the same night those men died at the Alamo. They say Samuel Colt made a gun. A special gun. He made it for a hunter, a man like us only on horseback. Story goes he made thirteen bullets, and this hunter used the gun a half dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. And somehow Daniel got his hands on it. They say...they say this gun can kill anything." John explains and my jaw drops at this.

"Kill anything like, supernatural anything?" Dean asked. "Like the demon?" Sam asked. "Yeah, the demon. Ever since I picked up its trail I've been looking for a way to destroy that thing. Find the gun -- we may have it." John said as he looks between us.

John jumps through the barn window and disappears into the dark building. Then one by one, Dean, Sam and I follow him and we begin to survey the room. It was all quiet as the Vampires were sleeping in hammocks.

John starts to head one way while the boys and I make our way through the barn. I pass a hammock and, accidentally, kicked an empty bottle on the ground. I freeze in place then look over at the vampires, but they didn't seem to hear it as they continued to sleep. I let out a quiet sigh of relief and continued on until I hear Sam whisper yell at me and Dean.

"Guys." He whispers and we see a woman tied up to a pole. Sam begins to untie the woman until we hear a noise. "There's more." Dean whispers as he looks behind us. I turn around and Dean and I make our way to a locked metal grid.

Inside, we could see more people tied up. All of them seemed to be sleeping or they were unconscious, it was hard to tell. I try to open the door but I could see there's a lock on the door. Dean grabs a metal hook to break the lock. Sam and I look up sharply at the noise and we look over to the hammocks. But there is no movement.

Just then the woman tied up against the pole begins to stir. "Hey. Hey hey, shh, I'm here to help you." Sam assures her when she roars, an unearthly roar. Sam rears back while Dean and I look around to see the vampires waking up. 

"Sam!" Dean and I shout and we start to get up. "Kids, run!" We hear John shout and we run as the vampires give chase. We burst out the barn doors into the daylight and run up the slope to the cars before turning to look back.

"Dad?" Dean calls out but nothing. "Dad!!" Dean calls out again. After a long pause John comes running up the slope. As soon as we see him, the boys and I turn to leave.

"They won't follow. They'll wait till tonight. Once a vampire has your scent, it's for life." John tells us once we put some distance between us and the nest. "Well, what the hell do we do now?" I asked him. "You gotta find the nearest funeral home, that's what." John said. The boys and I look at him, confused, then at each other.

"Whew. Man, some heavy security to protect a bunch of dead guys." Dean said as he and I return the motel room where Sam and John were left inside. So far, it looked like they hadn't killed each other so that's good.

"Get it?" John asked us and I pull out a paper bag from my jacket pocket. Then I pull out a bottle full of blood out of the bag, or Dead Man's Blood as they call it, then handed it to John, who takes it and looks it over.

"You know what to do." John said to us and we nodded.

John, Sam and I were hiding in the woods, John and Sam were on the other side of the woods, while I was hiding close by to Dean and the Impala. I was holding a crossbow with a loaded arrow, the tip covered in Dead Man's blood, and we watch as Dean leans over the opened hood of the Impala, looking at the engine.

"Car trouble?" A woman asked and we see a dark-haired woman standing there as Dean turns to her. "Let me give you a lift. I'll take you back to my place." She said, flirting, and I clench my jaw at this. "Nah I'll pass. I usually draw the line at necrophilia." Dean said, smirking, at her.

"Oooh." The woman said then she backhands him as another vampire approaches. She grabs Dean's face and lifts him into the air. "I don't usually get this friendly until the second date but..." Dean said to her as I raise the bow a bit.

"You know, we could have some fun. I always like to make new friends." She said, seductively, and she lowers him to her level and kisses him, still holding his cheeks tightly. The other vampire watches this, smiling, and I take aim. 

"Oh. Whuf. Sorry. I don't usually stay with a chick that long. Definitely not eternity." Dean said and an arrow pierces the other vamp's back and I fire the arrow into the woman's chest. "Dammit." She growls once she looks down at the arrow in her chest while Sam, John and I emerge from the trees.

"It barely even stings." She growls at us. "Give it time, sweetheart. That arrow's soaked in dead man's blood. It's like poison to you, isn't it?" John asked and she looks at us, shocked, then wavers and loses consciousness. "Load her up." John said to us then he gestures to the other vampire.

"I'll take care of this one." He said and he approaches the other vampire, who is sitting groggily on the ground. Raising his machete, he brings it down on the vampire's head.

Later, we had a campfire burning and John hands Dean a bag and they move from the Impala's trunk back toward the fire where Sam and I were patrolling with a couple of machete. "Toss this on the fire. Saffron, skunk's cabbage and trillium. It'll block our scent and hers, until we're ready." John said as Dean sniffs the bag and coughs. "Stuff stinks!" He said.

"That's the idea. Dust your clothes with the ashes, and you stand a chance of not being detected." John instructs us. "You sure they'll come after her?" Sam asked John. "Yeah. Vampires mate for life. She means more to the leader than the gun. But the blood sickness is going to wear off soon, so you don't have a lot of time." John informs us.

"A half hour oughta do it." I said and John nods. "And then I want you out of the area as fast as you can." John said and we give him a confused look.

"But..." Sam said as Dean shakes his head.

"Dad, you can't take care of them all by yourself." Dean said to him. "I'll have her. And the Colt." John said as he gestures towards the vampire. "But after....We're gonna meet up, right? Use the gun together. Right?" I asked him and he looks between the three of us and Sam sighs.

"You're leaving again, aren't you? You still wanna go after the demon alone. You know, I don't get you. You can't treat us like this." Sam said, his voice rising. "Like what?" John asked. "Like children." Sam replied. "You two are my children. I'm trying to keep you safe. And I know (y/n) isn't my kid, but I feel an obligation to keep her safe, I'm sure (father's name) would agree with me." John said.

"Dad, all due respect but, uh, that's a bunch of crap." Dean said and we all look at him in shock. "Excuse me?" John asked, shocked. "You know what? Sammy, (y/n) and I have been hunting. Hell, you sent us on a few hunting trips yourself. You can't be that worried about keeping us safe." Dean said as he steps up.

"It's not the same thing, Dean." John said to him. "Then what is it, John? Why do you want us out of the big fight?" I asked him. "This demon? It's a bad son of a bitch. I can't make the same moves if I'm worried about keeping you alive." John said. "You mean you can't be as reckless." Dean spat.

"Look...I don't expect to make it out of this fight in one piece. Your mother's death...it almost killed me. I can't watch my children and my best friend's daughter die too. I won't." John said.

"What happens if you die? Dad, what happens if you die, and we could've done something about it? You know I been thinking. I...think maybe Sammy's right about this one. We should do this together." Dean said and Sam and I nod. "We're stronger as a family, Dad. We just are. You know it." Dean said and John looks at us, looking unconvinced.

"We're running out of time. You do your job and you get out of the area. That's an order." John said and he walks off. I frown as Dean looks down, emotional, and Sam clenches his jaw. I look at the boys and placed an arm around and give them a side hug.

The boys and I make it back to the barn and we take out the vampires that stayed behind then make our way to the locked container that was full of people. "I told you we'd come back." Dean said as I begin to break the hinges. 

Once we break the people out, we grab some crossbows and started to make our way to find John. Eventually, we find John unconscious on the ground next to his truck just as one of the vampires looms over him.

Dean raises his crossbow and fires an arrow, which pierces one of the vampires. We run out of the trees, Dean pauses to line up while I shoot another vampire with my crossbow. Sam moves toward the vampire, that was gonna attack John, but he backhands Sam.

Dean grabs a machete and we turn to help but the vampire has his arm around Sam's throat and I raise the crossbow at the vampire. "Don't! I'll break his neck. Put the blade and the crossbow down." The vampire ordered but Dean and I do nothing.

Then the vampire tightens his hold on Sam's neck, cutting off his air supply completely. Dean and I drop the machete and the bow, immediately. "You people. Why can't you leave us alone. We have as much right to live as you do." The vampire spat at us.

"I don't think so." John's voice said and the vampire turns around as John raises the colt and shoots him between the eyes. The vampire lets go of Sam who stumbles away, gasping, and Dean and I pull Sa. behind us.

A sigil appears where the bullet hit the vampire and he stumbles. A brief flash of light reflects his skeleton, before he falls to his knees. "Lutherrrr!!!!" The female vampire, we caught earlier, screams as another flash of light passes through Luther and he slumps to the ground dead.

The woman starts toward John but another vamp grabs her, pulling her to their car. They take off, wheels screaming, while John smiles at us, in satisfaction.

The next day, we were packing up when John enters the room and we turn to face him. "So, kids..." he said. "Yes sir." Sam said. "You ignored a direct order back there." John said as he looks between us. "Yes sir." Sam and I said. "Yeah but we saved your ass." Dean said and Sam and I look sideways at Dean, nervously.

John looks steadily at Dean, who swallows. "You're right." John said and a confused look washes over Dean's face. "I am?" He asked. "It scares the hell out of me. You three are all I've got." John said then he turns me. "Even if you're not my own blood, (y/n)." He said to me and I nod at him. "But I guess we are stronger as a family. So...we go after this damn thing. Together." John said and we nod at him.

"Yes sir." We said in unison.