#avery fri

[zanzan3023694]

Poppy playtime

Player if

(Before the next chapter is out, I have to fabricate it)

[the-friendliest-freak]

Poppy Playtime - Headcanons and Theories (and both combined)

The regular-sized toys (like the small Huggy from the Project Playtime trailer) were made from animals, the slightly bigger ones (like Bunzo and the Huggies from Whack-A-Wuggy) were made from orphans, and the big toys (Huggy and Mommy Long Legs) were made from employees

Rich becomes Huggy, Patty becomes Kissy. Since there were rules against employee relationships, and Patty and Rich were of a very small group to break that rule, they figured it’d be easier to use them for those roles rather than attempt to induce romantic affiliation with other subjects.

Marie joined Playtime Co because she liked the idea of being a part of so many children’s upbringings by providing them with the toys that would shape them

The human-to-toy transformation process isn’t magical or a soul-transference - the human bodies themselves are used, and they are consequently conditioned and brainwashed to act in-character (think of the movie Tusk, or don’t, it’s terrifying)

The toys were intended to be weapons of war, a mix of Trojan Horse and sleeper agent

The larger toys, like MLL, have prosthetic attachments, which is why they don’t bleed in some places but do bleed in others

I like to imagine each primary character had their childhood “stolen” from them in a sense.

Stella was a young girl during World War 2, and her desire to be a child again mostly originates from wanting a do-over

Avery grew up in a small, very religious town, with an alcoholic father and a distant mother. The local priest was very…fond of him. He still suffers Catholic guilt on a day to day basis.

More of a theory to explain why he has no last name but: Rich himself is an orphan, that’s why he’s somewhat reluctant to say what he’s doing is “for the orphans” - he either knows people would expect him to empathise, or he’s embarrassed about admitting it. Also the movie he references in chapter 2 is part of a series known for focusing on orphans (I have an alternative theory here that’s more ‘out there’). The fact that he has no last name at his age implies that he was never adopted at all

Jimmy Roth’s a self proclaimed “mama’s boy” and his father left for milk when he was 14 and never came back. He’s shit at spelling and grammar but super super good at math

With Patty as Kissy - Kissy’s lesser amount of control over her movements when compared to Huggy or MLL isn’t due to anything happening during the creation process. Patty struggled with motor control, and having longer limbs and a heavier head did not help with that

Avery has a massive acne problem. He doesn’t pick or touch his face, and he does all the correct things, he doesn’t know why he still breaks out

Rich struggles with regulating his volume. He knows there’s a volume rule, he just never knows how loud he’s being.

The Player was a scientist

Alternatively, The Player is a complete nobody

Due to the car crash sounds found in the game files, car models being found, as well as Rowan Stoll’s reference to Playtime Co sabotaging his car to make it crash, the Player might have suffered a similar fate, which is why they weren’t around when all the employees went missing - they were probably at the hospital recovering

Rich and Avery aren’t box-packers, but something higher-up. Think about it - Rich says that getting sent to the Reject Warehouse was a demotion, but he’s the only one working here and was in charge of managing calls to retailers, operating heavy machinery, and cataloguing failed prototypes - completely solo. If that’s a demotion, then he must’ve had a more complicated job than box-packer (I can’t imagine him being a manager though to be honest, especially with him referring to the higher-ups as separate from him and Avery, so who knows what he might’ve been?)

Avery knew a few magic tricks, but since he didn’t go to parties often there was rarely a good time to show them off…until working at Playtime Co. Rich has no idea how magic tricks work, so he’s always insanely impressed with whatever Avery shows him. It always cheers him up.

Playcare was founded around the same time Huggy was created (since Rich talks about how the warehouse has been flooded with orphanage junk recently in the same tape in which Avery asks where the Huggy boxes are being kept - if both of them have been working there for a while, as the tape implies, then Avery would know where they are kept if the tape takes place a while after Huggy’s creation. Judging by the fact that he doesn’t know, and Rich’s complaints about the “program”, then Playcare was likely founded around the time Huggy was created)

Out of Rich and Avery, Avery’s the one with zero chill. He just never shows it

Due to only the female toilets and female locker rooms being modelled in an unused map from chapter 1, the Player could likely be female (since it implies that those rooms would’ve been the only ones you would have entered)

Rich is autistic

[soranatus]

DC’s Spring Breakout (2024) anthology, John Timms main cover

Spring has sprung! Flowers are blooming, bees are buzzing, Harley is breaking King Shark out of Belle Reve prison…all is right in the DCU as both heroes and villains face all sorts of different spring breaks. Breaking out of a coffin? Lex Luthor has that covered. Spring break training? Send in Superman! Breaking out of your shell? Batman and Mr. Freeze explore that possibility through a connection in their shared past. Breaking down a worthy adversary? Katana and her sword of souls might just be able to tackle that. And it wouldn’t be a spring break without a Teen Titans beach trip! All these and more in DC’s Spring Breakout! — eight breakout stories to put a spring in your step!

[devotion-disorder]

digging through my files and found these wips of remy and avery from last year!! that i completely forgot about but its been too long and i'll never fully finish them... so here they are lol

[inkyquince]

you could ask avery to pack your bag for an overnight stay, and regardless of gender, he'd put in corset based lingerie in there, but not any underwear. yknow, the thought of you all tied up yet very easily accessible gets him grabby

[shafershouse]

Books Read: 2019

January

The Silent Patient (Alex Michaelides)

February

Pillow Thoughts (Courtney Peppernell)

A Gentleman in Moscow (Amor Towles)

March

The Age of Light (Whitney Scharer)

The Winter Sister (Megan Collins)

April

Daisy Jones & The Six (Taylor Jenkins Reid)

The Kremlin Conspiracy (Joel C. Rosenberg)

The Municipalists (Seth Fried)

Nature (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

Miracle Creek (Angie Kim)

May

The Light of the Fireflies (Paul Pen)

Beyond The Point (Claire Gibson)

June

Lost and Wanted (Nell Freudenberger)

July 

The Flight Portfolio (Julie Orringer)

The Golden Hour (Beatriz Williams)

A Nearly Normal Family (M. T. Edvardsson)

August

September

Summer of ‘69 (Elin Hilderbrand)

October

The Gifted School (Bruce Holsinger)

November

The Haunting of Hill House (Shirley Jackson)

The Whisper Man (Alex North)

December

The Turn of the Key (Ruth Ware)

[little-pondhead]

[This has me in a chokehold?? Holy shit. Also I’m not skilled with fake text generators so y’all get a painfully typed out group chat.]

Oh, Danny was pissed.

He didn’t know what a Speedster ™ was, but like hell he was going to let his hard work he wasted like that. Fixing the timeline was hard! It was tedious! Danny had to be fully aware of the butterfly effect at all times no matter where and when he was!

And Clockwork is telling him that this happens on a regular basis?? No wonder the old fart got a little cryptic and smart-mouthed at times! Danny would go insane if all he was doing was preventing the extinction of an important beetle but someone fucked it up and now the humans are doing surgeries on grapes and making meatballs out of mammoth meat!

This would not do, Danny decided. If Clockwork was making his apprenticeship official as of thirty seconds ago, Danny was going to take full advantage of that fact.

He stuffed Clockwork’s note into a belt pocket and zipped over to his favorite Nap Room. It was the only room in the entire tower without a clock, which was invaluable when Danny was trying to catch up on sleep. Right now, though, he was more focused on the tiny closet in the corner than his galaxy-themed bed.

Danny threw open the dark purple door without hesitation, almost breaking the handle off in his haste. Sure enough, a mini version of Clockwork’s cloak and scepter were laying innocently on a shelf that wasn’t there before.

Danny didn’t even think twice about it and slipped the cloak on, fastening is together over his shoulders with a little moon pendant. Tugging up the hood so it cast his face in a dark shadow, Danny noticed how the edges of the cape seemed to flow unnaturally, turning into a fine mist that made the cloak seem longer than it actually was. Well that was kind of cool.

He grabbed his new staff next. The scepter was small, a bit shorter than Clockwork’s and closer to the size of a baseball bat. The top held a similar ticking clock his mentor’s had, but it was smaller and nestled in the curve of a Cheshire moon. The body had tiny stars etched into it, and the letter D was stamped on the very bottom like a wax seal.

Danny smiled nastily and took an experimental swing. The weight was good. It felt pretty similar to a baseball bat, too. So Danny was confident he could bonk someone with this if they got too rowdy. Might be useful if he was dealing with the living rather than the dead.

A green sticky note popped into existence on his forehead.

The Medallion is in your cloak pocket. Put it on, the portal will open in 5.2 seconds. Don’t eat any of the grilled cheese.

Reading this, Danny cursed and scrambled to find the Medallion and slung it around his neck, just as a swirling portal opened up under him and sucked his entire being into a vacuum of green and purple.

At least he knows his clock has pockets.

———

Barry Allen was supposed to be enjoying his day off. It was rare when he was free from both his civilian job and his hero one. He was taking the opportunity to run some much-needed errands and was determined to enjoy the day, no matter what happened.

Well he barely made it past noon before those plans were ruined.

Honestly, Barry didn’t even noticed the figure at first. He was just returning from the dry cleaners with fresh laundry in hand, silently nodding along to some music in his headphones and weaving through other pedestrians on the sidewalk. It was the busy part of town, and while usually he tried to avoid these areas just for the sake of peace and quiet, there was only one dry cleaner in all of Central City that could tackle the tough and nasty stains he accumulated through his forensics job.

The point is, Barry didn’t want to be on the street any longer than he had to. But a twitchy shadow in the corner of his eye had him whipping his head around, scanning the crowd to find the source of his sudden discomfort. He looked once and then looked again, sure he was missing something. There was something here. Something dangerous.

More movement drew his eye to a shop window. The store was an electronics one, and had a stack of tvs facing the street, all turned to the local news channel. A figure draped in deep purples was standing there, inches from the glass and seemingly transfixed on whatever the news was showing. A commercial came on and the figure shifted a third time, turning their head to check the other tvs.

The figure’s outline was misty, like they weren’t completely solid, and the turn of their head revealed floating white bangs and a tapered ear. They clutched a short staff in their hands, messing with it like they didn’t know how to hold it. They were anxious about something, Barry could tell.

He sighed, and stopped, leaning against a lamppost to shoot a quick text to the inter-dimensional Flash family group chat.

-

⚡️Ketchup&Fries⚡️

Hey guys, I just spotted an unknown meta downtown. I’m not suited up so if I need backup I’ll let you know.

⚡️Fries&Ketchup⚡️

i’m in class rn. is this permission to skip if your old knees can’t outrun a meta?

Every Ho

Jay and I aren’t even in the same dimension as you right now, so count us out.

Garrick

Speak for yourself. I’d gladly skip this meeting on Mars-32 if Barry needs help.

WallyWorld

I’m in China at the moment, so I can be there if you need👍🏻

🐰OURspeedforce

off world

MustardRuns

Why am I still in this group chat.

quickie-or-quiche

because we hate you

WallyWorld

Oh hold on Hunter showed up. Might take a moment.

Zhu Zhu Pet🐹

Stop running away! I’m trying to make you a better hero dammit!

WallyWorld

Sprinting around your problems won’t make them love you back, Hunter :)

quickie-or-quiche

f o u l

⚡️Fries&Ketchup⚡️

taking a test, shut up guys

Every Ho

Just turn your phone off, Bart

⚡️Fries&Ketchup⚡️

These old phones can turn off???

⚡️Ketchup&Fries⚡️

I’ll just go see what they want.

🐰OURspeedforce

don’t die

MustardRuns

I hope you die.

-

“They have inter-dimensional cell service in this dimension?”

Barry almost yelped and almost dropped his phone, pulling out an earbud as he turned towards the voice. The figure was two inches away from his shoulder, burning green eyes staring curiously down at his screen. Barry hurriedly turned the chat off and slipped the device into his pockets, but the figure didn’t give any sign of being offended.

“U-uh…��� he stammered.

The figure continued, ignoring his startled behavior. “I knew this place had to be high-tech in some way, but I didn’t know it was far enough to let civilians send signals through the Zone.”

“Ah, yeah, some of us can…” Barry honestly had no idea what to say. Initiating conversation with an unknown was different than having them come up to you first. His mind was racing, trying to find the perfect response. He decided to play along. “What dimension are you from? I haven’t seen you around before.”

The figure shrugged. Their misty purple cloak moved oddly with the action, spilling farther onto the street and sidewalk. With a mental jolt, Barry realized no one was paying attention to the figure at all. In fact, some of them were even walking through them.

“Oh, I’m not actually sure.” The figure mused, twisting their staff between their fingers. “This is my first time meeting a living human who could traverse the Zone so seamlessly. I’ve never had to give my home a name. I do wonder why you can see me better than the other humans, though.”

“Oh, ah,” Barry scratched his neck. Was it too late to bail? Come on man, think of an excuse! “Well, on this Earth, some humans carry something called the meta gene. It gives people special abilities. I’m not sure who (or what) you are, but metas only take up a small part of the total population nowadays.”

The figure hummed over this new information. The clock on their staff made a light ticking sound, as if to remind Barry of the time. “So you’re a meta, and only metas can see me?That’s very interesting and important information. Thank you, sir. I’ll keep that in mind when going about my business.”

“No problem,” Barry chuckled awkwardly. “If I may ask, what’s your name? If this is your first time here, I can probably help with whatever you got going on.”

The figure shivered. From what, Barry couldn’t tell. Their hood was too far forward for him to see their face, and only a few strands of their whispy white hair could escape from the massive cloak. Their glowing green eyes appraised him seriously, examining every inch of his body. Barry felt like they were picking apart his soul.

Finally, they reached a decision and pulled their hood down. “Please, call me Phantom.” The hollowed face of a young boy smiled unnaturally at him, holding a hand out to shake. “I want you to assist me in my work, until I release you from my service. Will you agree? Ah. Humans still shake hands for important things, right? ”

Barry sucked in a sharp breath. He didn’t understand everything the boy had said, but honestly, his looks had grabbed Barry’s attention more than the grating static of his voice.

The boy’s skin was pale and glassy. Smooth, like the color was painted on. Like how a mortician adds color back to a corpse. His teeth were too sharp for a human’s, and Barry instinctively knew that one good chomp from Phantom would land his ass in the ICU immediately. His ears were pointed like an elf’s and his face was angled like one, too. This boy was not human in any way.

Barry almost wished that the civilians around them could see the wispy kid, floating in the air to match Barry’s eye level and looking around with innocent wonder. Just so there was proof that he was most likely about to make a deal with some sort of Fae.

Instead, he forced himself to smile, take Phantom’s offered hand, and recited very carefully, “Yes. Nice to meet you, Phantom. Please call me Barry Allen.”

Phantom’s eyes lit up in recognition. “You’re Barry Allen? Oh, this is great! This makes my job so much easier!”

The hero was almost too scared to ask. “Your…job?”

Phantom nodded and grabbed his forearm, dragging him back to the tvs with surprising strength. “Yes! My mentor gave me your name as a hint, so I suppose you’re going to help me find something.” He jabbed a thin finger at the screens. “This man right here! He’s the source of my mentor’s headaches at the moment. I’m rather upset with him, too. He messed up a timeline I had just fixed, one that I worked so hard on!” The boy released Barry and pouted, looking rather put out. “Do you think you can help me find him?”

Barry stared at the news channels with distant horror growing in his gut. Currently, they were showing a recent clip of himself, as the Flash, zipping through the city like a bolt of lighting.

“I’m not sure…”

Phantom giggled a bit, his eyes turning hard as he watched the Flash clip play again. The two anchormen were discussing the latest crime Barry had stopped.

“Too late! You shook my hand! The deal is set,” Phantom twirled his staff and smiled, like he was telling Barry about a prank he’d just pulled. A medallion hanging around Phantom’s neck glinted in the light as thee boy took his hand again and flipped it over, showing Barry a shimmering mark of a D branded into his palm. “Ah, don’t worry. It’s temporary. I won’t let him hurt you just for helping me. And I won’t hurt him (much), either!”

The boy’s smile dropped. Barry couldn’t pull his hand away.

“I just want to talk.”

DP x DC prompt/one shot :

After another tiring missions of helping Clockwork fix the timeline, Clockwork always assigned him "homework" of rewatching what he did and write a report on how he thinks he did (good, bad, what need to improve, what been improving,…)

As Danny was rewatching the scenes of a timeline being changed by him from one of the many screens in CW's lair like always, suddenly a static displayed on the screen for a few seconds and all his hard work of the week go up in smoke in front of his eyes as another completely different timeline take it's place.

As Danny was currently in shock, suddenly a green sticky note appear on the screen,

[ I am currently occupied with something else today, so as my official apprentice as of right now, i find it upon myself to finally tell you about the Speedster™ problem,

As you can see from what just happened before you, it is rather bad, as the timeline get divergent without considering the consequences, as my newly appointed apprentice, this is going to be your first official mission,

You will find that in the closet inside the room that you normally nap in, there is a new cloak and a time staff that will let you temporarily borrow my power over time, and a medallion, the portal will open after you go out of the lair,

A hint for you: Barry Allen. ]

– C.W

[luveline]

Maybe KBD Steve being smitten even when he takes the family out to dinner and it’s hectic in the best way possible!

KBD —Steve gets overwhelmed with love at dinner. mom!reader

“I wanna sit with mom.” 

Steve ignores Dove’s whine until she says it again. “I wanna sit with mom!” 

He finds it all too easy to shuffle her back toward his chest, eyes over her shoulder. He’s a little more interested in his fries right now, but he isn’t heartless. “Babe, you’re not sitting with mom. Do you want me to cut up your chicken?” 

“Please?” she asks. 

You’re sitting across the table with Beth. It’s easier when you’re eating out for you to sit with Beth, because, while he tries just as hard, you’re better at getting her to eat her fill. And! Despite what Dove wants, she will not be sitting with you because she wishes she was sitting on you, and your belly is not to be sat on right now. Baby Wren is four months old, and sometimes, somehow, you’re still tender. The human body mystifies. 

“No.” He smiles at her. “But you can sit on my lap forever.” 

She frowns. Looks like she might show off, but ultimately enjoys being smiled at too much. “Will you cut it?” 

Steve grabs her knife and fork and starts to shear the meat off of her half-chicken. Beside him, Avery digs into a serving of mac and cheese with vigour, her spoon scratching the bottom of the bowl. The restaurant is quiet considering the time and day; it’s prime time 6PM on a Saturday, and you’d both expected this family establishment to be full to bursting, but besides two tables by the door and a couple of older women at the bar, it’s quiet. It’s quite nice. 

The girls are less so. 

“Oh, gosh, cheese,” Avery says. 

“It’s too wet,” Beth says. 

“Do the ‘sparagus too, daddy,” Dove says. 

Wren, thankfully, snores in her stroller, the slightest tinge against her collar of waylaid milk. 

“Yum! Beth, do you want some?” 

“I don’t want any.” 

“Bethie, you know, this is just how daddy usually makes them,” you say, stealing one of her French fries, licking salt grains from your fingers. “Except daddy wouldn’t let you have all that salt.” 

“It’s nice,” Beth defends. 

“Exactly. Better eat it before your daddy notices,” you say, all soft and smiley as you lean down and poke her in the side. 

She shies away, but not without a smile of her own. “Mom!” she whispers. 

“What?” Steve asks. 

“Nothing, nothing,” you say. You reach around Beth as Steve had done to Dove and begin to cut the last of her burger into sections. Steve would argue a burger from here is better than anything he could make, but he likes the compliment. 

His own burger grows cold in front of him. Your meal does the same. 

He licks his thumb. “Baby,” he says, tapping your ankle with his shoe, “you need to eat.” 

“I’m trying.” 

“Beth’s a big girl, huh?” he says, giving Beth an encouraging wink. “She doesn’t need you hovering, she wants you to eat your food.” 

“Thanks, mommy,” Beth says. 

“I don’t care what daddy says,” you say, tapping your nose, “I can help you if you need it. Big girl or not.” 

He rolls his eyes playfully and goes back to his own food. Dove eats strands of chicken with her fingers, seemingly pleased, and he pretends she isn’t taking fries off his plate as he relishes in huge bites of big cheeseburger. It’s amazing. Melted cheese, a super fresh slice of tomato, lettuce crisp and not soggy. Steve loves when somebody else makes dinner. 

You finish your food fast, and then you're straight back to Beth. Steve realises quickly that it’s not even that she’s struggling today, you’re just being affectionate. He should’ve realised that before. 

(Maybe too doting considering Beth has been able to feed herself for more than four years, but Steve can’t blame you.)

“I’m glad they didn’t give you a tomato,” you’re saying, fingertips drawing circles into her arms, clearly distracting her from the task at hand. “Remember last time? They gave you tomatoes and mustard even though we told them you don’t like them.” 

“I do like tomatoes,” she says. 

“No, I know, just not on burgers.” You wrap your arm around her and turn your gaze on Avery. “What’s your mac and cheese like, Ave?” 

“So good! You want some?” 

“No, thanks. It looks cheesy.” 

Avery stabs her spoon into her food and pulls it up slowly to showcase the cheese pull. She’s gone a little pink in the face, which isn’t like her, but it’s hot in the restaurant and her food is still steaming. Like you’ve had the same thought, you lift a laminated menu and begin batting fresh air at her. “Babe, you’re red! Are you okay?” 

Jesus, he loves you. Steve really loves you. You’re just adorable, and a great mom, and he loves you. He’s gonna do it. It’s gonna piss you off, but he has to. 

“Okay, alright,” he says, shuffling out of his seat, lifting Dove to place her next to Avery. “This has been a long time coming. I think nobody expected me to wait this long, but.” He neatens his eyebrows with two fingertips and slicks back his hair. “Honey, I love you.” 

“Steve…” you warn. 

“I love you, and I want to be with you, ‘cos you’re beautiful and sweet and weirdly good with kids?” He raises his eyebrows at you. “I don’t know. You’re amazing.” 

He slips his hand behind his back, shrugs off his wedding ring, and gets down on one knee. 

Avery claps and laughs immediately. Dove tips her head to the side trying to make him out. 

“Baby, I can’t imagine my life without you, and I can’t go one more day without being your husband. Would you please, please, do me the honour of becoming my wife?” 

You laugh loud and sudden, then clear your throat. “What do you think, girls?” you ask, leaning back for conference. 

“Say yes!” Avery says. 

“But he really annoyed me earlier tickling my leg,” you say. 

“True.” Avery looks to Beth. “He can learn to be better, right?” 

“I thought you were married already?” Beth asks. 

Avery giggles. You squash a smile against Beth’s hairline as you give her a little kiss. “We are,” you whisper, “he’s just pretending.” 

“This is not pretend!” Steve’s knee hurts, but he perseveres for love. “Please, honey. I love you more than anyone.”

Dove gasps in hurt. 

“Except for my Dove, my Beth, my Avery, and my Wren,” he adds. “Jesus, we have a lot of kids. That was a mouthache.” 

You meet his eyes and smile like you don’t want to smile. You hold out your hand, unperturbed when he gasps in over exaggerated delight and slips the ring on your already ringed finger. 

“Congratulations!” Avery shouts. 

She’s hilarious. “She gets that from me,” he says. 

You usher him off of the floor for a kiss, not dissimilar from the one you gave when he’d actually proposed —your hands on his cheeks, holding him to you as though he might run away before you’re done. Your smile  a palpable thing as he leans in. 

[propertyofwhitney67]

What do you think the LI’s search history is like lol

This is amazing

Whitney looks up local factories to see where he can steal cigarettes, porn of course but nowhere near as much since he met you, collars, bdsm collars, scarification, how much does a tattoo cost?, at home hair dye, hair dye stains,

Kylar's is filled with how to make or buy hidden cameras, how to make homemade pepper spray and trank darts, how to permanently delete stuff from the internet, how to safely draw blood yourself, etc.

Robin's is filled with game strategies, guides, and the occasional cheats. Recipes for hot chocolate and lemonade too.

P!Sydney's is filled with specific prayers, the dewey decimal system bc he sometimes forgets, jewelry restoration places to fix his cross necklace, places to fix glasses,

C!Sydney looks up some crazy porn, bondage, sex toys, bdsm, how to be a dom?, how to be a good dom?, AITA?, religious trauma, cult

Alex's is filled with cattle auctions, best breeders (a mistake if you aren't specific), new research on crops, how to deal with pests on a farm, should I set poison traps or food traps for rats?, the almanac, herd health, cattle shoots for sale

Avery searches his own name a lot, bitcoin, crypto, Sam Bankman-Fried, fraud jail time, stocks, car repair shops, how much does it cost to fix a bumper?, how much does it cost to fix a windshield?

Eden doesn't own any electronics and would refuse to use them if you gave him one

[zanzan3023694]

Good old days

[xxduncandonutxx]

UN-FUCKING-BELIVABLE (DON'T HARASS/ATTACK)

I'M FUCKING UPSET RIGHT NOW AND I MEAN, UPSET AND DISAPPOINTED. So I was friends with this HH/HB fan, which I won't out but I'll call him 'Alastor'. So basically, I got into a argument with a user on twitter about a character from HB, that being Loona. Basically I said to the user that what Loona's traumatic experience/past shouldn't be a excuse for her to act like a bitch towards Blitz and everyone around her. The user kept calling it "slapstick", so I reply to them with a post by FriedRatRant, so they blocked me and I didn't thought anything of it

Until they decided to make a post on me and Fried.

Including this user too

And look who joined, Saggs.. spreading misinformation (read thread for context)

Oliwe and others accused me of harassing for simply talking to them about why Loona abusing Blitz was NOT a case of "slapstick" comedy, if they didn't want me to continue talking they should've TOLD me instead of blocking and making a post about it or better yet... Block me and move on, learn to agree to disagree. /srs But to make matters worst, I lost a FUCKING FRIEND over this drama.. He'd blocked me over my take/opinion about Loona and proceeded to retweet the post.

And lastly, I'm being accused of being LGBT-phobic by Avery who implied that "because you and fried have a profile pic of Niffty, that means you hate the LGBT". WHICH IS THE WORST FUCKING TAKE EVER.. You guys know me for a long time and you would know that I have never been transphobic or homophobic, and if i were to accidentally misgender someone, I would like said person to correct me so I could not make that mistake again.... or at least try to if I could remember /gen

Avery, what you are saying is fucking gross.. you are the SAME person who accused me of being racist for misunderstanding AAVE? (I think that how you spell it), all because Dani said that she wanted to pop Idolomantises in the mouth and now, you're accusing me of disgusting shit like SUPPORTING A ABUSIVE CHARACTER despite me stating so many times up and down, left and right that I deprise Stella and I only like her for her design, same with Valentino but I don't support their actions. /srs

[the-friendliest-freak]

// Mild chapter 3 spoilers!! //

This tape has been living in my head rent free. Like…it not only adds way more depth to Rich’s character (and implies he and Patty got married, woop woop), but it re-contextualises his previous tapes. I’ll have to talk about it in more depth sometime.

It’s also just…the fact that he knows. He’s aware that people don’t like him, which makes the fact he got sent to Reject Storage (where everything unwanted goes) all the more sad. It’s not just the higher-ups - even his fellow employees don’t like him.

Also, it adds a new element to his character - paranoia. Justified paranoia, like his justified anger, but he doesn’t know that yet. He thinks everyone is out to get him, which isn’t far off, honestly.

A lot of people had Avery and Rich clocked as being friends, or at least on friendly terms with each other, and the note “Lunch with Avery Fri” implies they were indeed close.

But listen to the way Avery talks in the first tape. When first hearing it, everyone kind assumed Avery was a little pissed because he also hates working there. But with this new tape…what if Avery just didn’t like Rich at all?

What if his sigh at the beginning isn’t one of tiredness, it’s because he can’t find the damn boxes and now has to resort to talking to Rich of all people?

What if their friendship was one-sided? What if Rich genuinely thought he and Avery were good friends, because Avery always listened to him?

Many thoughts.

Also “you’re just different” is always a “this character is absolutely neurodivergent coded” line.

[chichirid]

꒰ა airi and minori id pack ໒꒱

(names, pronouns, titles)

minori names: alice, alicia, alyssa, april, blossom, bluebell, celia, chloe, clair, clover, daisy, ellie, evie, faith, felicity, fiona, gaia, hana, hazel, holly, hope, ivy, lily, lucy, mai, maple, may, midori, naomi, poppy, sakura, sophia, tulip, willow

airi names: aiko, aimi, amber, amy, ari, avery, cherie, cordelia, emi, freya, hibiscus, isabelle, jacqueline, jasmine, juliet, lovelynn, mari, mia, natalie, nicole, reina, riko, rosanna, rose, ruby, scarlett, stephanie, valentina, valerie, venus, wendy, yasmin

pronouns: kyu/kyutes, macaron/macarons, clove/clover, petal/petals, shi/shine, lace/laces, fri/frill, float/floats, star/stars, melo/melody, spark/sparkles, sing/song, heart/hearts, smile/smiles, flower/flowers, angel/angels

titles: (prn) with a transforming dream, (prn) with a tsundere streak, (prn)’s happy everyday life as an idol, (prn) whose fanchants echo through sunlight, (prn) who stands on a bubbly stage, (prn) whose frills float through the sky, (prn) with a fluttering dress, the singer with a dress made from dreams, the singer with an unwavering smile, the ever-blooming idol, the positive flower, the soaring idol, the idol who won’t back down

song titles: (prn) standing on the place of dreams, (prn)’s sparkling colour, the idol made from the material of love, the singer adorned in the colour of drops, the angel’s clover, the newly edged idol, the idol on a sparkling stage

[bluejaysandblackbats]

You're Just Like Quicksand

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Batman Beyond

Summary: Jason Todd is ready to go into semi-retirement after fifteen years working with troubled youth, but one case in particular forces him to confront the sins of his youth and painful memories from his past.

Chapters: 15/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Terry McGinnis, Warren McGinnis, Mary McGinnis, Matt McGinnis, Bruce Wayne, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): TBA

Additional Tags: Protective Jason Todd, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Retired Jason Todd, Multiple POV, Hurt/Comfort, Parent-Child Relationships, Canon Divergent AU, Angst, Mourning Jason Todd

Chapter Fifteen: Back of the Closet (Jason's POV)

Every day after I finished dropping Terry off, I spent a few minutes getting Avery-Marie cleaned up for dinner, and I checked on Andrew in his room. He’d taken up painting as a hobby, and he rarely came out of his room for anything. It was our normal. I knocked on the door frame, and Andrew looked up from his painting. “Whatcha working on, Drewby?” I asked. 

“Mom’s garden,” Andrew answered. I sat beside him, rustling a hand through his hair, and I kissed his temple. It’d been two years, and I still couldn’t get past the joy I felt looking at his face every day. “How was your day? Is your friend’s son okay?” 

“Uh-huh… I’m worried Powers is after him because of something his father found out… I’m gonna have someone look into it,” I answered. Andrew looked at me. 

“Are you gonna put the helmet back on?” Andrew questioned. I shook my head. 

“I don’t want to. I wanna see if the authorities can suss this out without help… Did you go to therapy today?” I questioned. Andrew nodded. I never pushed him to talk about it, but he’d tell me sometimes if he was in the mood to talk. Andrew continued to work on his painting. 

“I talked about you today… And Mom… Why weren’t you and Mom getting along?” What happened?” Andrew asked. It was a long time coming, but I was surprised he finally asked me about it. 

“It was my fault… I didn’t pay enough attention to her, and I never listened to her pleas about making nice with your grandfather. She just wanted me to work through my trauma. And I wanted to close it off and pretend it didn’t matter,” I answered, “Your mother was the sweetest woman I ever met. She was a good wife and an amazing mother. We weren’t gonna divorce… I would’ve stayed with her forever if I could’ve.”

Andrew smiled. I’d been seeing a lot more of that recently. Avery-Marie finished taking her bath, and she knocked on the door. “Uncle Andy,” Avery-Marie whispered as she knocked on the door. “Uncle Andy, can I show you something?” 

Andrew stopped painting, handed me his brush, and he let Avery-Marie in. He never turned her away. Even on his bad days, he gave her his full attention, showering her with love and affection like he used to do with Maggie. He picked her up and kissed her cheek. “What is it, Sugar Plum?” Andrew asked. 

“I made you something,” Avery-Marie whispered. She always whispered to him. He set her down, and she ran to grab her backpack before returning with a handmade suncatcher. “Grandpa put his present in the car.” 

Andrew opened his window and taped it there. “Wow. Thank you so much, Avie. Every time it’s sunny, I’ll be able to open my curtains and see the rainbow. This is so nice,” Andrew grinned. 

“I’m gonna start dinner,” I whispered to excuse myself. Andrew would help Avery-Marie with her homework while I cooked. It always calmed my nerves. I liked dinnertime. It was the only time I had to clear my head and focus on a single task. I didn’t have to think about Abigail surrendering custody of Avery-Marie to me. I didn’t have to think about Michael being tangled up in the magic scene in Louisiana. I didn’t have to think about Andrew’s agoraphobia. When I cooked, it was just me and the stove. Today, I made burgers and french fries. It was Avery-Marie’s favorite. I brought our meal to Andrew’s bedroom, and we ate at the little table by his closet. Avery-Marie sat on my knee while we ate. Andrew took his pills with dinner. After dinner, I put a movie on for Avery-Marie, and Andrew took a nap beside her. 

**

When nighttime came, Andrew listened to the police scanner before bed. “That’s a code I haven’t heard in a while,” Andrew whispered. 

“What’s that, Drew?” I questioned. 

“The code for masked vigilantes. At Wayne Powers on the roof. Do you think it’s Grandpa?” Andrew asked. I shook my head. “Dad?”

“It’s Terry,” I answered. There was no doubt or hesitation in me when I said it. It had to be Terry, and I felt my blood run cold. Andrew frowned and nodded at me. 

I shook my head, feeling torn between my duty to Warren and his family, and my duty to my family. It felt like the same thing. Warren, Mary, Terry, and Matt felt like family… But Andrew grabbed my hand. “You stepped away because you didn’t want to hurt kids… Now you have the chance to save one. Go ahead, Dad,” Andrew reassured me, “Don’t be gone too long, or I’ll call Uncle Dick.”

“Uncle Dick is in California,” I whispered before kissing his forehead, “Comms are in my bedroom.” 

I left the room and got dressed in the last model of my costume. I hadn’t worn it since the kids were babies. They knew about it. That wasn’t a secret to them. 

I took my motorcycle through the old passageways to get there faster, and I could tell from the sound of the security guards that Terry was there already. I turned comms on, calling straight to the cave like old times, hoping someone was on the other line. “Anyone on the line?” I questioned. 

“Hood?” Bruce’s voice half-exclaimed on the other line. 

“What’s his location and why would you let him wear the—?” I heard a gunshot and a hissing noise before looking up to see Terry in the Batman suit tailing a plane. “He can’t do this on his own—.” 

“The kid is in the suit against my wishes… But he’s got it under control. He’s got a natural talent for this… Go home, Hood. Stepping in now would only jeopardize his safety. Unless you’d like to talk about—.” 

“Listen here, you sick old man. I’m only coming there, so I can chew you out for allowing this curse to take another kid,” I whispered. The drive to the cave felt like it took an eternity, but it was only a few minutes. Bruce sat in his chair, looking more alive than I’d seen him in years. He had a distinct twinkle in his eye. I hadn’t seen that in him since I was a little boy. 

“He said he’s heading straight home… I didn’t know he was one of your kids. If I did, I wouldn’t have hit him so hard when I caught him down here. What’s your opinion on his mental state?” Bruce asked. 

I couldn’t lie to him. “Terry craves adrenaline, and he’s smart… Intuitive and compassionate. He has a record and a past, but that’s not reflective of how strong his conscience is. Terry feels guilty for things that he’s done, and he has a strong desire to set things right even if they seem completely out of his control. He’s deeply empathetic… More than anyone I’ve ever seen, and I originally planned on partnering him up with a defense attorney before I took a step back from work two years ago… I’m not gonna be able to talk him out of this, am I? And I can’t tell his mother. That’d kill her,” I answered. 

“He reminds me of you… He’s got a smart mouth, but I think that comes with being a teenager,” Bruce replied. 

“You like him… You lonely old—. You want him back here, don’t you?” I questioned. 

“This city’s falling apart. I think he’s fresh, and I appreciate his raw talent. If you say no, I’ll respect that—.” 

“But he won’t. I know how this works,” I interrupted. I wanted to blame Bruce this time, but I knew it was as much his curse as mine.

[xo-zozo]

some jameson hawthorne headcannons pls?

yeah so jameson hawthorne is the love of my life and ya'll can't take him so

~ he's sooo clingy but like not in an annoying way, he kinda just always wants to hold avery's hand and stuff

~ i've probably already said this but his love language is physical touch

~ he's the kind of person who would get super tan and the sun (grayson would get FRIED)

~ he was an ipad kid... and so way xander and we all know it

~ i think someone has said this before but when he was a kid he would have really bad nightmares and he would go and sleep in grayson's room

~ i also feel like he would even get nightmares as he got older

~ he lovesss summer, like he likes to be at the beach with his loved ones more than anything in the rest of the year

~ speaking of, i think that him and avery would go to the beach together a lot

~ he HATES the doctor, even though he is the most lilkey out of everyone to be in the hospital, he just hates the negative feeling and he says "the dull walls make me sad"

~ he likes hugs... from anyone really

~ he likes to listen to avery talk at night, and when she does he likes to just hold her hand and play with her hair (someone write this please)

~ he's the kind of person to go live on instagram at the most random times and then just talks to all or the fans while running around the house and forcing his brothers and avery to be in them

~ i put something like this in my libby and nash headcannons but jameson also likes to watch when avery gets her hair and makeup done or when she has a fitting or something

~ music was one of his escapes when he was a tween

~ he would be the kind of person to wear a bunch or rings (could he got more hot tbh)

~ he had a phase where he got really mad really easy and he was just super moody

i actually love him so much he's such a cutie. this is so much longer than my last jameson headcannons so yall should be proud of me fr

[justanoasisimagines]

Fun at the Carnival

Summary; You and Jackson go on your first date together Pairing; Jackson Avery x Female Reade WordCount; 509 A/N; Hey lovelies, requests are open and my guidelines are pinned to the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the divider and the banner!

Jackson hesitated as he stared at your front door. He'd been attempting to gather the courage now for the past ten minutes. Any longer and he would be late. Not the impression he was attempting to make. Not on the first date. Jason finally got out of his car. Questioning why he was overthinking. It was you after all. He'd known you for years. Smart, beautiful, funny. Perhaps he had every right to be nervous. Pressing the doorbell, Jackson waited anxiously. He was going to take you to the Carnival which arrived in town early on in the week. He thought it would be fun. he could attempt to win you something. When you pulled back the door Jackson's eyes widened. You were breathtaking. Jackson's eyes wandered over you. "If you took a picture it might last longer." He snapped out of his trace as he was met with a twinkle in your eye. "I might have to with the way you look tonight. Are ready to go? " You grabbed your keys and your bag." The ride to the carnival was comfortable. The two of you conversed about your respective days. You both never struggled to find something to talk about. As expected the carnival was busy. Families, friends couples and people all joined together to relax and have some fun. Music and laughter filled the air with a mixture of fried and sugary food. "Where should we go first?" Jackson asked as you both looked around surveying the area. "What about rides then stools?" Jackson loved that idea when the two of you began to ride on various rides. Twister, Dodgems, etc. It was thrilling, adrenaline pumping through them. It had been a good hour since you two had dedicated to attacking the rides. "Come on let's me try and win you something. Jackson pulled you over toward the booths. He wanted to show off a little, to show you what he was capable of. However, so far it wasn't going to plan. He was attempting to and failing miserably. It was frustrating and miserably. It was frustrating. Why couldn't he do it? He threw another ball and it bounced out of the bucket. While he was frustrated you were trying to hold in your laughter. "Are you finding this funny?" "Just a little. I love how you've gone all macho on me?" Jackson glanced at you suspiciously. This time you couldn't stop your laughter. "Sorry," You attempted to compose yourself. However, it failed Jackson wrapped his arms together pulling you towards him. Your laughter was unstoppable. "It's sweet you know why don't you try the ring toss." You lead Jackson toward the ring toss. First attempt. Nothing. Second attempt. Nothing. Third attempt. Nothing. On the fourth attempt, the ring finally landed on the pole. You and Jackson picked you up and swung you about. "You did it! You pressed a kiss to Jackson's lips unexpectedly, your eyes widened, not intending to kiss Jackson yet he grabbed your hand and pulled you close to kiss you.