#anyway these are my thoughts. coughs

[stlaika]

PLEASE SAY MORE ABOUT HOW YOUD WRITE WARREN i'm a warren stan first & second and a human being third

POSES CUTELY. OH WELL I MEAN IF YOU INSIST,

The ideas me and my friend had for how we'd write warren as a character go smth like this:

A sort of feeling of distance from the other xmen, because of his status as someone highly wealthy and upperclass. Smth i like to explore in the xmen universe is how different characters' backstories might "interact", for lack of a better word, with their status as marginalized people. In this case warren is essentially in another dimension compared to the other xmen since hes from a family of extreme wealth and privilege, and thus his lived experiences, mutant or otherwise, are different compared to his companions

Internalized xenophobia. Blasting that mf with it. Smth i WISH theyd explore is the fact that warren would likely feel extreme conflict abt his mutation bc like. On one hand bc of his father and his upbringing warren would likely feel like an absolute freak, on the other his mutation grants him a sense of freedom and expression hed never have otherwise

Transgenderism be upon him. Personally i lean towards transfem warren bc um. I can but seriously TRANSGENDER METAPHOR

Id LOVE to put him in contrast with hank as a character bc they seriously work so well as narrative foils AND as character contrasts like. The dynamic between "My mutation is, at it's best, something that people would find grotesque or unusual [his funney feet]" vs "my mutation is something that elevates my beauty and ive been mistaken for a literal messenger of god"??? Insane. Please may i see more of it. Also like. The fact that both of them have mutations that are extremely physical in nature vs the other xmen is insane please may i see more. Im tired of warren/bobby as a dynamic thats just two white twinks everyone ships together please can i see warren and hank.

[haliaiii]

Juno’s champion

[halorvic]

[startagainaprologue]

eugh..!! pleugh.. cough cough.. eugffh,, bleugjh,,,, ptoo… <- coughing up blood

dw abt it guys though. theyre fine

[fawntastic]

Why’d they have to pit two bad bitches against each other

[arcadeplayer-nickonz]

brainrotting while working on an illustration with Joker so in my spare time i draw- Joker. (it checks out)

[basslinegrave]

whatchu thinking about. nothing? just the changes to garys design and his character evolution and growth and everything. 24/7. you know. and the fact that even if he changed, hes still the same at his core!

[shima-draws]

Girls do you think it's cute when *erupts into a violent coughing fit*

[bloomynmoon]

Old men with yellow companions?

[xlillyle]

"We can delay the mission for another two minutes."

[yeetusthemighty]

HEY YOU!!

DO YOU LIKE NINJAGO? AND MUSIC??

WELL DO I HAVE THE PROPOSITION FOR YOU!!

I am going to try to make a playlist for EVERY. NINJAGO. SEASON!!

but I have almost no ideas [two songs is not enough playlist for a whole season]

Sooooo…….

Reblog this post or send me an ask with all of your favorite songs that you associate with Ninjago seasons!! [please tell me which]

I’ll listen to it and put it on the playlist of whatever season you tell me to!

[This could be about the season as a whole, or even just a character in that season!]

[These will all be public on Spotify even while I’m still making them, so anyone can listen to them whenever they want!!]

And even if you don’t want it on the playlist, still tell me the songs!! I am always looking for more songs to imagine Ninjago related stuff to

[deiaiko]

#20.3 Company

"Where's Dan and Novick?" Grace asked, finding the living room unusually empty.

"They're going to the cinema since Agni gave us a day off today, cluck."

"Is that so?" Of course Agni had thought this far ahead. No wonder their teammates didn't try to wake either of them up. "I think we do need some time off."

"Speaking of, where's Agni?" Gyetang glanced at Grace and Agni's door.

"Ah. He's quite sick right now. I was about to fetch him some medicine and get us breakfast." Grace made his way down the stairs and allowed Bam to follow him.

Gyetang peeked from above. "Would you like me to take over your shift for lunch, cluck?"

Grace considered the offer. He did like cooking, and it usually worked wonders on easing his anxiety. But then Agni came to his mind, and Grace wanted nothing but to stay by his side until he got better. "I would really appreciate it, Gyetang. Sorry about that."

"It's no problem! How about macaroni soup?"

"Sounds good!"

"Got it, cluck." Gyetang gave him a salute and disappeared from his view.

Gyetang's cheerful aura filled some of the emptiness in Grace's chest. It sort of reminded him of Rak and Isu, and it made his heart ache again. He didn't want to cry now– he had cried enough last night, but the corner of his eyes started burning from the unshed tears. The fact that he would never be able to see them again was still a hard pill to swallow.

Bam tugged his shirt, and Grace realized he had been staring into the distance, stopping just in front of the storage room. He gave Bam an apologetic smile and went in, quietly searching between the aisles for the medicine Agni had listed. Bam not once let go of his shirt, as if he was trying to ground him. Surprisingly, it worked, seeing that his mind was brought to the weight of Bam's pull. Grace wondered how much Bam knew, looking at Bam's attempt to comfort him. Hwaryun must've told him what was going on, right? Was it the reason for his visit? Or did Bam just want his company after yesterday's breakdown regarding Rachel? Grace hoped it wasn't the latter.

Pocketing the needed medicine, Grace led them back upstairs to the kitchen where Gyetang had prepared two portions of reheated omelet fried rice and three glasses of orange juice. Looking at it, Grace realized he never had to find out what his old team's favorite foods were. So many moments he had missed, times that he could've used on getting to know them better. How could they still consider him a friend?

Gyetang waved from the living room, pulling Grace out of his daze. "Have you eaten yet, Viole? I can cook you something quick, cluck."

Grace could hear Bam's stomach growl, yet Bam didn't say anything. Grace figured Bam was probably torn between accepting and not being a bother to Gyetang. So he placed his hand on Bam's shoulder. "You can have Agni's share. I don't think he can stomach it right now anyway. I will get him some snacks instead."

So they both sat in the cafeteria, while Gyetang resumed playing on the game console. Bam stole careful glances at Grace between taking a spoonful, although Grace tried to ignore the worried look and ate his own ration as well. He wasn't really in the chatty mood right now, and he was thankful that Bam didn't try to start any conversation, or worse, pepper him with questions.

The food tasted bland, but maybe it was just him since Bam seemed to enjoy it. Grace finished the meal quickly. The uneasy and cold shinsu coming from their dorm room was getting harder to ignore. "Sorry, I can't accompany you for long. I really need to check on Agni."

Bam locked eyes with him before looking away, swallowing his food. "Okay."

Grace felt guilty for leaving his guest unattended, but he was more restless if he left Agni for longer. Even if Agni currently wasn't in immediate danger, Grace just couldn't help but worry. Still, he felt the need to make it up to Bam. So he put his hand on Bam's shoulder and pulled him into a side hug, "Thank you for stopping by. It means a lot to me."

Bam leaned his head to the embrace. "I will stay here for a while, if that's okay."

The unspoken 'I will be here if you need me' was clear to Grace. A warm feeling filled in his heart and he knew everything would eventually be okay again.

"Of course. Make yourself at home." Grace gave Bam a few pats on the back before pulling away and making his way to the kitchen to wash the dishes. "Is there anything you would like to do in the meantime, Bam?"

Gyetang overheard Grace's raised voice from across the room. "You're welcome to join me, cluck! The game is more fun with multiple players."

The offer seemed to pique Bam's interest. Bam looked at Grace with twinkling eyes, as if searching for approval that he shouldn't need to ask for. Grace returned with a nod and a warm smile, knowing very well that at this point Bam hadn't gotten the luxury of being able to play games, let alone with a friend.

After putting the dishes to dry, Grace rummaged through the kitchen cabinet to find some salty crackers. He put them on a tray along with the juice and a bottle of water. Before going into his dorm, he cast one last glance at Bam and Gyetang. "I will be back for lunch. Just knock if you need me."

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[bottombaron]

there really does need to be a queer person in the writers' room on every show with queer characters, if only to explain how to better describe 'profound' relationships.

bc this happens all the time with showrunners fumbling for ways to describe a not-necessarily-sexually-prioritized relationship between same-sex characters

it's like somewhere in our evolution 'straight' men forgot that you can express your Profound Emotions with sex or other physical ways just to experience closeness and love.

like sexual attraction can evolve from profound emotions. they aren't inherently mutually exclusive. you can have two people who aren't initially attracted to each other and then over the course of knowing each other attraction blooms from simply caring for that person.

it's wild that ppl don't get that. is it a straight person thing? Do you have to be horny for a person from the go or it doesn't count?

like i'm absolutely serious, there needs to be studies on this phenomenon. there's something here in the miscommunication of what love can look like that is fucking fascinating.

[doom-dreaming]

for the prompts: will you just sit still?

“I need to make sure the kids are okay—” she pants, doing her best to shove aside the pain that spikes through her body as she tries, for the third time, to look over her shoulder.

Also for the third time, Fred sighs. “They’re fine,” he assures, threads of exasperation weaving in at the fringes of his voice. “I can see them. Will you just sit still?”

“Ash took a direct hit from the—”

“Veta.” Huge hands—hastily stripped of their armor and now stained crimson—clamp firmly, but gently, against either side of her face, keeping her anchored. “The kids are fine,” he repeats. Slower. Softer. “Trust me, they’ve been through a lot worse. You can check on them after I get this shrapnel out of you. Stop moving.” A slow second crawls by. She’s reminded—again—how much Fred’s eyes look like the ocean. “...please.”

Her instinct to nod is overridden by the heat radiating from his hands, still pressed tight right below her cheekbones. If this were anyone else, she’d feel threatened. Cornered. She doesn’t.

She breaks the settled silence a few moments after he’s finally released her and resumed his first-aid. “...you called me Veta.”

He doesn’t look up. “Trying to get your attention.”

She hums; a neutral non-answer. His hands had left echoes of warmth behind her jaw—smears of her own blood, too, but amidst the sting of injuries and biofoam, it’s doing her more good to focus on the former. “......you called them kids.”

[ferronickel]

In typical Ferronickel fashion, I am now plagued with thoughts about how the Brontë's juvenilia would be different in a world where the military had dragons, a subsection of interests that is so irrelevant to everyone else that it's barely every worth mentioning on this site, let alone creating any fanworks about.

I'm gonna do a little incomprehensible rant in the tags about it and the go on my merry way. Please ignore the following

[secretagentspydetectiveninja]

posting this also without context