#because they're lucky

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Halloween prompt: “You’re a scaredy cat.” / “I am not!”

Pairing: RosieLemmons

[Warning for a spider that does not do anything scary, but it's there.]

Ken wakes up as he does most mornings: curled into Robert's spot in the bed as the shower starts in the bathroom. He sits up and stretches, then grabs his robe to keep himself warm as he walks  to the kitchen. The coffee pot is percolating thanks to Robert  starting it during his morning routine, and so Ken completes the first step in his own: Pouring them each a cup of coffee and carrying them to the bathroom to leave Robert's on the counter.

"Morning," Ken calls as he walks into the steamed up bathroom. He puts down Robert's mug and pauses when there's no answer. The water's still going. Robert's definitely in there. "Robert?" he calls, raising his voice in case Robert's under the spray. 

"Spider," Robert says, voice flat. "Ceiling spider."

Ken bites back the urge to laugh. Robert's fear of spiders is something that surprised Ken when he found out. Someone as brave and fiercely determined as Robert getting thrown off by any spider that crosses his path. But Ken also knows that his experiences with spiders on a farm is worlds away from Robert's experiences in the city, so he puts down his coffee and strips down, then steps into the shower. 

Robert glances at him very quickly, then his eyes go back to the ceiling. 

Ken follows his gaze, and this time, he does laugh. "Oh, that's just a Daddy Long Legs! They're harmless!"

"That's a harvestman," Robert answers.

"Oh, sure, we call 'em that, too," Ken says, looking at the Daddy Long Legs. "They pop up at harvest time at the farm. Must do it up here, too. Daddy's always said they're lucky."

Robert stares at Ken full-on, clearly  shocked. "Lucky?! That thing?!" He points upwards, then yanks his hand down like he's been chided for being rude.

"Sure!" Ken reaches up, finger splayed. Robert grabs his wrist and yanks, causing Ken to knock into him, but Robert manages to hold his footing. Ken laughs again and grabs Robert by the waist. "You scaredy cat!" He says. 

"I am not!" Robert yelps. "They're creepy!"

Ken tilts his head back to look at the spider again. "He's thirsty. That's all. That's why they come into showers. They just want some water." Ken feels Robert look up again. "Look at him," He says. "He's just trying to get his day going same as us."

Robert huffs. "He couldn't do it in someone else's shower?"

Ken grins and kisses Robert's cheek. "They're lucky," he says. "Look, I'm in the shower with you right now thanks to him."

Robert gives Ken a pained look, but it breaks into a smile. "I'm not flirting with you with that thing watching."

Ken nuzzles Robert's neck and slowly rotates them so he's under the spray. "Fair enough," he says. "But at least you can wash my back."

Robert grins and reaches for the soap. "Suppose I could," he says.

[uncanny-tranny]

The leftism/anticapitalism leaving people's bodies the zeptosecond you imply that disabled people who aren't "productive" still matter in society and need to be treated like intrinsic equals who have a place in this world:

[petricorah]

scenes i loved from Real Enough to Get Me Through by @marriedzukka <333 [ids in alt]

[burningcheese-merchant]

Elder faerie in the afterlife looking at all the ancients making out with their respective beasts:YOU ALL FAILED!

Shadow Milk trying out a metric ton of high-quality lipsticks on Pure Vanilla's mouth and face, sighing dramatically about none of them being kiss-proof and them just having to keep experimenting until they find one (and Vanilla, in his lovestruck haze, nodding dreamily in agreement)

Hollyberry trying to kiss Eternal Sugar awake in the early morning, Eternal Sugar pretending to stay asleep just so Hollyberry will keep kissing her (she's knows Sugar is pretending, it's ok)

Dark Cacao and Mystic Flour indulging one another after being apart for so long again, with Cacao choosing to be bold and add a little more passion to their typically very chaste kisses, and Flour choosing to be bold herself for once and returning the favor

Golden Cheese sitting in Burning Spice's lap, their arms wrapped tight around each other, her wings enveloping him in a subconscious need to hold him even closer and his hands running through them and caressing them almost possessively, them kissing like lovesick teenagers, like Spice just came home from war, like they're both going to die tomorrow, Spice leaning down and showering her neck with the same ravenous affection every so often, them nipping at each other's lips just to tease

White Lily tilting Silent Salt's helm up just enough to expose his mouth, him holding her by the waist with trembling hands but otherwise allowing her to do this in this display of delicate but nevertheless profound trust in one another, her standing on her tiptoes to reach him and him leaning down to meet her halfway

Elder Faerie:

[olrinarts]

it's so nice to have a husband that helps you get ready for ceremonies

shame he inevitably messes you up for his own amusement immediately after, making the process twice as long

for some reason you never learn

[proshippers-against-censorship]

Not so gentle reminder that if you're standing there, and in front of you is a victim of assault and a victim of sexual assault, and when asked who went through the worse crime you point to the victim of sexual assault and not to both of them, you are a victim of Puritan values and you should really work on that.

[hoofpeet]

Shedding season's coming up..

[northstarscowboyhat]

The UTY OCs I mentioned before! They're brothers living somewhere in the Dunes after the loss of their parents years ago. Where they live is unknown, but Habanero is a known nuisance, especially in the Wild East. Some extra notes about them!

Habanero is the older brother, a little older than Clover. Padron is a year or so older than Frisk. They both use he/him pronouns and are both Fire Monsters (same species as Grillby, but unrelated). Habanero has been raising Padron for a majority of his life.

Habanero is a well known bandit in the Dunes, but he has a poor reputation. He constantly attempts to steal from the Wild East or jeopardize the Feisty Five's missions, but is always caught. The only skill he does have is that he always manages to escape later, only to repeat the cycle endlessly.

Padron is more often than not bedridden, due to being a very sickly child. His magic is rather weak, but he is extremely intelligent for his age. Because he can rarely leave home, not many people even know about him; Habanero doesn't like to share the fact that he's stealing to support his brother.

Habanero has a particular rivalry with Clover and cannot stand them, with the two often fighting when they encounter each other. He doesn't know they're a human.

Though Habanero can't stand the Wild East, he also dresses up as a cowboy and roleplays the part of a bandit . Nobody knows why he does this; Starlo did not hire him.

[senseearly]

One thing that I always think about post-dungeon recovery Mithrun who got home is that people were probably used to talking about him while he was still in the room.

Misiril's squad used to that when he was still in their care. Questions towards him were quickly redirected to others when he wouldn't (couldn't) answer their questions -- where was the rest of his squad? what happened to the demon? how did he even end up like this? Asking or talking to Mithrun is a pointless effort. So they stopped doing that.

And Mithrun, he's gotten used to this set-up, not like he could bring himself to care.

When his caretakers and visiting family started doing it, he continued to be apathetic to them (although, the numbness from this large, gaping hole in his chest makes him think that he used to care).

The caretakers would do their duties, but behind his back, they would probably gossip about Mithrun's chances of recovery. Others think there is still hope, a lot of them think this is going to be permanent. Which is good, at least to their business, because Mithrun's brother pays a lot to make sure he is alive. And Mithrun...is not in the state to do that himself. They at least try to whisper when they're around Mithrun, keep their voices low or mention him under an alias or a codename. But Mithrun knows they are talking about him. He is the elephant in the room.

His visiting family is less nice. They take one look at him and weep -- not out of worry, or pity, or sadness -- but of shame. There is no way they can show him to others anymore, they bemoan. There is no way he can represent himself as a member of the House of Kerensil, they cry. He's just like his brother! And, once upon a time, that comment would've hurt Mithrun, a stab right into his heart. But all he feels is a gaping numbness that cannot be filled (It used to be full, he can't help but think).

I wish he had died, someone from his family said while he was within earshot. And Mithrun, barely alive but still breathing, cannot bring himself to care.

The only person that I think would be delighted to see him alive, at least, is his brother. I can see him visiting Mithrun whenever he can (at least in elf time terms). Talking to him as if he can respond, asking him about things when Mithrun can't bring himself to answer. At some point, Mithrun's brother stopped talking to him when he visits; instead, he would just sit next to Mithrun and watch the birds and the flowers. He would drink tea and Mithrun would do nothing.

But once in a while, Mithrun's brother would tell him, I'm glad you came home, I'm glad you're still alive.

[solradguy]

Everyone loves SLOPPY Sol Badguy, but I must confess its origins

Pee Wee Mona by Thomas Fluharty [xoxo]

I drew the Sol in like 10 minutes for a Telegram sticker pack and had no idea people would enjoy it as much as they do LMFAO

[anghraine]

jenndoesnotcare replied to this post:

Every time LDS kids come to my neighborhood I am so so nice to them. I hope they remember the blue haired lady who was kind, when people try to convince them the outside world is bad and scary. (Also they are always so young! I want to feed them cookies and give them Diana Wynne Jones books or something)

Thank you! Honestly, this sort of kindness can go a really long way, even if it doesn't seem like it at the time.

LDS children and missionaries (and the majority of the latter are barely of age) are often the people who interact the most with non-Mormons on a daily basis, and thus are kind of the "face" of the Church to non-Mormons a lot of the time. As a result, they're frequently the ones who actually experience the brunt of antagonism towards the Church, which only reinforces the distrust they've already been taught to feel towards the rest of the world.

It's not that the Church doesn't deserve this antagonism, but a lot of people seem to take this enormous pride in showing up Mormon teenagers who have spent most of their lives under intense social pressure, instruction, expectation, and close observation from both their peers and from older authorities in the Church (it largely operates on seniority, so young unmarried people in particular tend to have very little power within its hierarchies). Being "owned" for clout by non-Mormons doesn't prove anything to most of them except that their leaders and parents are right and they can't trust people outside the Church.

The fact that the Church usually does provide a tightly-knit community, a distinct and familiar culture, and a well-developed infrastructure for supporting its members' needs as long as they do [xyz] means that there can be very concrete benefits to staying in the Church, staying closeted, whatever. So if, additionally, a Mormon kid has every reason to think that nobody outside the Church is going to extend compassion or kindness towards them, that the rest of the world really is as hostile and dangerous as they've been told, the stakes for leaving are all the higher, despite the costs of staying.

So people from "outside" who disrupt this narrative of a hostile, threatening world that cannot conceivably understand their experiences or perspectives can be really important. It's important for them to know that there are communities and reliable support systems outside the Church, that leaving the Church does not have to mean being a pariah in every context, that there are concrete resources outside the Church, that compassion and decency in ordinary day-to-day life is not the province of any particular religion or sect and can be found anywhere. This kind of information can be really important evidence for people to have when they are deciding how much they're willing to risk losing.

So yeah, all of this is to say that you're doing a good thing that may well provide a lifeline for very vulnerable people, even if you don't personally see results at the time.

[canisalbus]

Your anons are always so different. You either get funny anon (like the 'pantaloons' one, I'm still thinking about that) or existential dread and misery anon.

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[flwrkid14]

Duke Thomas: The “Normal One”? Think Again.

People love to slap the “normal” label on Duke Thomas, like he’s the most well-adjusted member of the Batfamily just because he handles the day patrol. Like, just because he’s not always hanging upside down from rooftops at 3 a.m., he’s automatically got a 9-to-5 schedule, goes home, and has a nice, balanced life.

But here’s the thing—Duke? He’s far from normal. The guy barely sleeps. Sure, he’s on day patrol, but guess what? When the rest of the family’s catching a few hours of sleep after their night shifts, Duke’s awake too. He’s hunched over cold cases or training, trying to outwork himself because, in his mind, he’s always gotta prove that he belongs.

He’s different, right? The Batfam was practically born in the night, and here comes Duke, shining in the daylight, but that doesn’t mean it’s easier for him. He feels like he’s gotta keep pushing, keep showing that he can hang with the best of them. He doesn’t have a tragic circus background or billionaire trauma, but he’s got this constant pressure to stay sharp, stay useful, stay valuable. So while everyone thinks he’s got this great sleep schedule, he’s actually running on fumes most of the time, barely catching a few hours here and there.

And somehow, despite having one of the worst sleep schedules in the family, Duke keeps showing up. He’s out there every day, fighting Gotham’s crime, feeling the weight of proving himself in a family where everyone’s a damn legend.

So yeah, keep calling Duke “the normal one.” He’ll just keep being quietly extraordinary, while burning the candle at both ends to make sure he’s always right where he needs to be.

[stars-n-spice]

Crosshair is that type of kid who's always going "'my dad can beat up your dad"

But like,, "my brothers can beat up your brothers" kind of deal.

[eastbluecrewed]

things you can't get back

aka i've been waiting so patiently to see kidd get his ass beat by shanks (affectionate)

[naamahdarling]

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