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glambots · 10 months ago
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The popular Scenario/HC for most fics is that Sun and Moon are head-over-heels for an oblivious!Reader and/or Y/N and yes, yes, that's all well and good--
But personally I'm more a fan of the inverse. You are pining so fucking hard over these robots but also completely convinced that they could never love you back because they are, in fact, robots. (And even if they could love, why would they love you? Don't kid yourself.)
Much more deliciously painful! And yet, tragically rare.
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ionomycin · 29 days ago
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your last light
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cleolinda · 1 year ago
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It is my wish for you and all of us that the bullshit stops soon. You know. Whatever unnecessary horrors that happens to be for you
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kathaynesart · 10 months ago
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Out of the frying pan and into the fryer we go.
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Whew, finally done! Sorry it took so long, this is the largest update I've done yet clocking in at about 15 pages (compared to my usual 7-10). Also, congrats to those who guessed Todd for the distraction! Poor guy went through the last of his mystically preserved lemons just for this moment. What a bro.
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ravenpureforever · 4 months ago
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On one hand, Young Justice is kind of neglected by the actual superheroes that should be looking out for them in a lot of crucial ways and very much failed by the adults around them
But on the other hand Red Tornado straight up hosts a parent-teacher conference where their respective legal guardians all show up, barring Batman who’s in traffic so Nightwing fills in instead because Robin’s dad does not know he’s a vigilante which is objectively hilarious
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Sometimes I remember that, in the book, Crowley absolutely almost DIED at Warlock's birthday party.
Well... was almost inconveniently discorported anyway.
That's some wild shit.
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Look at that angel coming in clutch and saving the demon this time around.
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5ummit · 11 months ago
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The Winter Soldier in What If...? Season 2
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lyraofthestarsss · 3 months ago
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What are our orders?
Captain!
CAPTAAIINNN-!
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charaznablespeteevee · 2 months ago
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Sunrise: Finally your two favorites are back. Char Aznable and Amuro Ray... their DNA spliced together to form the most powerful newtype. His name is Power Bottom
Tomino in an interview later: [lying] I came up with this idea years ago. [not lying] I wanted people to think, Char and Amuro... could these two men father a child together?
Sunrise: [ignoring him] This is our most heterosexual move yet
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basedjamil · 3 months ago
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anyone done this yet
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musicalmoritz · 3 months ago
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CEO of “I hate my wife” jokes
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heartorbit · 4 months ago
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i just wanted to draw the ave mujica outfits .
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chaotic-solutions · 1 year ago
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SOMEONE GET HIM OUT OF THE FUCKING MINES
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poorlydrawnmcyt · 2 months ago
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Can I see a Branzy? I miss him...
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hereeeeeeeees branzy
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hotshotsxyz · 2 months ago
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buck, eddie & the great comet of 2024
(buddie) (1.1k words) for and inspired by @moonlightperseus who said, and i quote, "do you think he would break down crying in bucks arms out in the middle of nowhere under the stars". yes. yes i do.
There’s something to be said for wallowing, Eddie thinks. It’s hard to make any new mistakes, for one, and it’s far less labor-intensive than any of the alternatives. So yeah, maybe he’s wallowing a little bit, but it’s not like he needs to be saved from himself.
He says as much to Buck, who immediately rolls his eyes.
“I’m not saving you, I’m kidnapping you,” he says.
“Maybe I don’t want to be kidnapped,” Eddie replies. He settles further into the couch to make his point.
Buck frowns. “I don’t think the kidnap-ee really gets a say in it,” he says. “Anyway, you’re not going to make me go alone, are you?”
 “To what?” Eddie asks. “You haven’t even told me where we’re going.”
 Buck’s eyes light up like he’s won something. Eddie replays the last few seconds of conversation in his head and groans.
“Come on, do you trust me?” He asks, and it’s not even really a question. Or, if it is, Buck knows the answer just as well as he does.
“Fine,” Eddie sighs. “I’m picking the music, though.”
Buck grins. “Deal.”
Just to fuck with him, Eddie starts their drive with the most depressing song in his library.
Buck snorts as soon as he recognizes it. “A little on the nose, don’t you think?”
“I’m being kidnapped,” Eddie says with a shrug. “I can be mopey.”
“Yeah, but… Trading Yesterday mopey?”
His nose wrinkles and Eddie can’t help but laugh. “Oh yeah, Trading Yesterday, Amber Run— sure you don’t just want to leave me to my misery?”
“Nah, I always want you around,” Buck says, a little too soft, a little too sincere to be anything but the truth.
Eddie’s breath catches in his chest. “Okay,” he says. He tries to ignore how raw it feels as it leaves his tongue.
“Just add some Death Cab for Cutie for me,” Buck teases.
Eddie huffs something close to a laugh and adds Transatlanticism to the queue.
By the time Buck turns onto Angel Crest Highway, Eddie’s given up on trying to work out where they’re going.
“You know, I thought you were joking about the kidnapping,” he says.
“Oh no, I take my kidnapping very seriously,” Buck says, glancing over.
Eddie laughs, and then his stomach growls. “Any chance your plot includes snacks?” He asks.
The corner of Buck’s mouth quirks up. “What kind of kidnapper do you take me for?”
“The kind that’s trying to Stockholm Syndrome me, clearly,” Eddie drawls.
“Is it working?” Buck asks. His eyes are alight with mirth, and not for the first time Eddie finds himself a little distracted by them.
He hums an affirmative. “You’ve got me right where you want me.”
“Alright,” Buck says. “We’re here.”
Here is, seemingly, a random scenic overlook. In the distance, the sun is slowly sinking below the horizon.
“And we’re… watching the sunset?” Eddie guesses.
“Nope,” Buck says. He pauses and tilts his head to the side. “Well actually, yeah, I guess we are. But not just the sunset!”
“So…” Eddie prompts.
Buck rubs at the back of his head. “It’s, uh— do you remember that comet I told you about a few months ago?”
“Yeah,” Eddie says, and he does. It’d been while they were on shift, a slow one if Eddie remembers correctly. Buck had excitedly shown him a NASA article and said that he was putting it in his calendar for—
For Chris.
“Oh,” Eddie breathes.
“Is— is that okay?” Buck asks.
Eddie closes his eyes and tilts his head back. “Yeah,” he says, a little rough. “I just wish…”
“Me too.”
A familiar wave of guilt crashes through Eddie’s chest. It’s just one more thing on a long list of things Chris is missing out on because of him.
“I’m still glad we’re here,” Buck says, taking Eddie’s wrist in his hand.
Eddie feels a little nauseous when he realizes he is too.
Buck packed them an entire dinner to eat while they wait for the comet to become visible on the horizon. If Chris was here, Buck probably would’ve brought a few camp chairs for them to use, but as it is they sit on the floor of the Jeep’s cargo space, legs dangling past the rear bumper. It’s a little chilly in the mountains; Eddie appreciates the long line of warmth that is Buck’s body pressed against his, shoulder to knee.
In hushed tones, Buck tells Eddie everything he knows about Tsuchinshan-ATLAS, which is, apparently, the comet’s name. He describes its origin in the Oort Cloud, and how it survived a seemingly deadly trip around the sun.
“It won’t be back for another eight hundred centuries,” Buck says breathlessly.
Eddie loves him like this. He loves the curiosity that emanates from him in waves, and the way he seems to have absorbed every little fun fact he’s ever read. He loves the way Buck glows when he shares his knowledge with anyone lucky enough to be in his orbit. He loves—
He loves Buck.
And that’s—
It’s—
Oh.
Of course he does.
The comet makes its appearance forty-five minutes after the last rays of the sun dissipate into inky blue.
“There,” Buck says, pulling Eddie toward the guardrail and pointing at a tiny streak of light in the sky.
All at once, Eddie is desperately sad. He’s here and Buck’s here but Chris isn’t, and it’s not supposed to be like that. It’s supposed to be the three of them together. It’s supposed to be Buck and Chris bouncing fun facts off each other, and Eddie watching fondly as the two people he loves most in this world revel in the joy of sharing a new experience. It’s supposed to be their family, their whole family.
Buck turns to him, like he’s somehow sensed the sudden shift in Eddie’s mood. He offers him a small, sad smile.
“I, uh, I reminded Chris about the comet this morning,” he says quietly.
Eddie takes a shaky breath.
“He should be seeing it too, right about now,” Buck continues. “I know it’s not… but—but we’re looking at the same sky.”
An overwhelming mix of sadness-gratitude-guilt-joy-sorrow-love hits Eddie square in the chest. “You…” he whispers.
Buck bites his lip. “I just… I thought you’d want to know,” he says.
Out of nowhere, a sob bursts from Eddie’s chest. In an instant, Buck’s arms are around him.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry I can’t fix it.”
Eddie tucks his face into Buck’s neck, and for the first time since the night Christopher left, he lets himself cry.
Buck holds him until the comet is far beyond the horizon.
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vaguely-concerned · 1 day ago
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from what I infer from some of his dialogue, my guess is that while lucanis hasn't had a proper relationship before he has had one night stands and short term flings. and -- listen, I know he's a dick and a menace and probably a hopeless case but please do still spare illario dellamorte a moment of your thoughts and pity for the role of incredulous yet intrepid wing man that he's all but certainly had to play on several occasions for that to happen. there are 100% people out there who were trying SO fucking hard to get no strings attached laid by this stupidly hot emotionally unavailable mysterious stranger who won't be in town for long without lucanis ever realizing it. people who would have remained tragically unlaid if illario weren't there to clue him in.
I'm just imagining Illario staring in pure dismay and disbelief at his dumbass of a cousin failing to pick up what someone isn't just putting down but scattering all over the floor like glittery confetti burning with a magnesium flame brightness to spell out 'SIR PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE RAIL ME THIS IS AN OFFICIAL ENTHUSIASTIC INVITATION TO MY BED' and having to push him out the door after them like 'maker's breath sometimes i don't understand how you have the wits to grip the right end of a knife, lucanis, they were throwing themselves at you and you just stared at them in mild puzzlement until they gave up and went away go fucking GET THEM for the sake of my sanity if nothing else!!!'
#'oh was THAT what that was' lucanis realizes as illario all but throws him onto the person's lap and walks away shaking his head#once he was actually there and the stiuation and what's expected of him were understood I think he'd do wonderfully!#but provably he uh. takes some clueing in at times#illario 'cousin one day you will have fun even if it kills me' dellamorte (dramatic irony edition)#tfw your cousin-brother is SO hot. and so autistic.#dragon age#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age: the veilguard spoilers#dragon age spoilers#illario dellamorte#lucanis dellamorte#every day I think about 'get that man to stop yelling at me'. illario snooze that guy for me please. their *Dynamic*.#i finished murder of crows last night and the way lucanis' 'not. now' is so out of proportion to what's actually happened.#he sounds mildly annoyed. like illario blunted one of his knives or something instead of shredded his soul. this family is. something#we never get how much of illario's 'that isn't even my cousin that's a demon' shit is real beneath the. general scarness of him lol#but you know what I call that? free narrative real estate. I'm going to go ahead and make myself so so sad about this for no reason <3#illario loves and hates this guy in ways even he himself doesn't understand. so annoying when abel gets back up again#and still wants you to come to family dinner tonight while your hands are dripping with his blood#if anyone had to listen to lucanis anxiously deciding what would be the best way to court the prickliest man in thedas#and deciding on one of the worst possible options. it was illario. again he sucks and he deserves this. but still. the mind boggles
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