#billy blizzard

[odlaw-iz-here]

Forgor I had other fandoms, but I also fw Yokai Watch, Pokemon, and Cookie Run (to an extent)... and another series that got a cartoon in 1991; Rupert!

Matter of, I have a son from that fandom; Billy Blizzard!

And a lil AU/Headcanons abt him. Still have other stuff to work on, and I know the fandom is really small to the point it only exists in the UK as a fanclub. NottomentionitsnotthatkindoffandombutwhogivestwoshitsMYHYPERFIXATIONNOTYOURS Anyway, would anyone be intrested in me going on tangets abt another hyperfixation?

[carcarrot]

more tv shows need to trap their characters in one place for a while

[missacensnakelover]

The Gangreen Gang all at a casino while enjoying Dairy Queen ice cream here!

Made by me! (x)

[wonderjanga]

Billy’s Homelessness

Being a homeless kid has its perks, Billy supposes. He’s picked up tips and tricks from other kids and even adults during his time. It’s practically second nature to him at this point. Only thing is, the fact that it’s second nature in the first place is what can come back to bite him in the future.

Like lock picking. He’s good at it, and it’s not something he’s particularly proud of, but it’s helped him when he’s needed it most. He’s gotten shelter from blizzards, sleet, and rain with this skill. That’s why when Billy, Flash, GL, and Supes got locked in an all yellow room with red sun lamps and a locked door.

Supes, GL, and Flash: *all discussing how to get out* Marvel: *leans down in front of the keyhole of the door*

Supes: “Alright Flash, vibrate through the door-”

Marvel: “Done!” *opens door*

*silence*

GL: “How’d you do that?”

Marvel: “I picked the lock.” *walks out and immediately gets shot in the face by one of the guards*

Then there’s pickpocketing. He’s also unfortunately good at this. Freddy says he’s better though. Billy isn’t about to make a contest out of it. Batman found out about this particular talent when both him and Billy went undercover for a mission to uncover the scheme of some foreign politician.

Batman: *as Bruce Wayne* “That’s the man.” *subtly gestures to him*

Marvel: “Him? Okay… What do you wanna do?”

Batman: “First, we need to properly identify-”

Marvel: “Oh, okay.” *walks over to the man, passes him, then comes back to Bruce* “Here.” *places the man’s wallet in Bruce’s hand*

Batman: “…that he was involved in the crimes.”

Marvel: “Oh.”

*silence*

Batman: *opens the wallet anyways and starts looking through it*

Marvel: “Do you want me to put it back?”

Batman: *puts one finger up to Marvel’s face while he continues looking through the wallet*

Marvel: *deflates slightly* “Oh, okay.”

Batman: *pulls out a clue from the wallet* “Put this back, chum.”

Marvel: *scurries off to put the wallet back*

Bruce then heavily lamented how Marvel knew how to pickpocket so well. Cause the thing is, Marvel’s like six feet tall. (Had to make him a little shorter guys. My bad.) A man like that had no business doing that so well in a bright red sweater and yellow hat.

Then, there’s the avoiding cops. He rarely sticks around for them. He does not mess with them. He’s had too many bad experiences as Billy for it to translate well to Marvel. Whenever one tries to talk to him, he’ll say the bare minimum as politely as he can and fly off. Sometimes, if he knows it’s a cop who’s harsher on the homeless than most, he’ll act polite(passive aggressive) and then give them a nice, firm(crushing) handshake. One such incident was when a cop asked for a photo:

Cop A and Marvel: *posing for a photo by shaking hands*

Marvel: *smiling at the camera, his grip tightening on the hand*

Cop A: *awkward laugh* “That’s a tight grip you got there, Captain.”

Marvel: *lightens his grip, looking down to Cop A’s name tag: Richard* (This isn’t Nightwing guys) “My bad, dick.”

Cop A: “Excuse me?”

Marvel: “Oh no no no, not like “dick,” Dick.” *grip tightens again* “Not like some spineless, lowlife piece of shit from the bottom of my boot that gets scraped off onto a bigger pile of shit, kind of dick.” *smiles the whole time as he speaks* “No, like your name, officer, Dick.”

Cop A: “I prefer Richard.”

Cop B: *takes photo*

Also, anybody who gets that reference gets a kiss. Man or woman. It doesn’t matter. I don’t make the rules. By the way, someone definitely recorded that entire interaction and #passiveaggressivecap ended up trending on twitter.

Then, there’s the time Supes came over to Fawcett to hang out. They were chilling on a rooftop talking when down below they both saw a teenager steal food from a seller.

Supes: *doesn’t see Marvel move* “Aren’t you gonna stop that kid?”

Marvel: “Uh… no. He’s homeless. He clearly needs it more than we do.”

Supes: *blinks rapidly but then remembers he’s not in Metropolis and can’t really tell Marvel how to run his city* “Okay then.”

[milliesfishes]

ok but like what if someone hurts you and you don’t wanna tell billy about it bc you don’t wanna start something but he sees it and gets REALLY protective and starts asking a bunch of questions? also i love you❤️

I love you too anon ❤️❤️❤️ @phantomamor , @francixoxoxo no need to recount the votes

౨ৎ꣑ৎyou get hurt and don't tell billy౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x billy the kid TW: violence by man

Your side was aching. The throbbing sensation shot fingers of pain like the roots of a tree squiggling across your midsection, causing you to wince as you got down from your horse. The air was crisp, the thin fabric of your coat doing little to keep you safe from the winter chill. You winced, hand flying to the affected area as you planted one foot on the ground, and then the other, snow and ice crunching under your boot. You petted the horse's neck, trying to breathe through the pain.

It had been a long time coming. This seemed to happen whenever you went into town. The same man would approach you, ask where you were going and what you were doing and you'd brush him off. His intentions were anything but pure- you could see it all too clearly from the look in his eyes.

All the while you ran your errands today you kept to yourself, letting your hair curtain your cheeks. It was best to keep your head down, you'd discovered, to not answer any questions and simply pretend he wasn't there. Surely it would work this time.

You managed to get through it all without him speaking to you again. As you packed your purchases into your saddlebags you finally allowed yourself a sigh of relief. Finally you could look forward to making your way back home.

But like a shadow, the man reappeared, and this time he was close enough for you to smell the sickly sweet of alcohol on his breath. Your shoulders had tensed, and a dart of fear hit you dead center. He said something you couldn't hear due to your pounding heart.

There was a beat of silence when you failed to respond, hoping he would go away. You held your breath, stiffening, wishing Billy were here.

It happened in an instant that your memory discarded immediately. The dirt was beneath your palms, skinning your hands raw and bloody. Your knees hit the earth with a dull thud. Ice. The snow became crimson and the cold nearly buckled your elbows. But you held yourself up, an overwhelming pain in your side tearing at the numbness like scissors. Voices were muffled around you.

You could hear the man shouting, his words slurred. An outlaw's whore, he called you. Taking in a shaky breath, you tried to regather yourself, hastily put your pieces back together.

A kind soul helped you up. You thanked them distractedly. When you were asked if you were okay you nodded, fingers curling to cover your hands. The ride home was blurry. There was hardly anything to do other than grasp the reins and stare straight ahead. Your choice of protection from the temperature hardly made any difference. All your senses were fuzzy.

As you now treaded toward your little dwelling, a sense of dread overwhelmed you, the dull shield dissolving to reveal a blizzard of feelings flurrying around in your chest. You knew Billy was home- he wasn't able to leave much these days. Wanted posters bearing his face had spread the town limits like a plague, keeping him from being at your side. Even as he'd watched you leave the house this morning you could tell he wasn't fond of the idea. His sweetheart moseying into town all by herself? It was unthinkable.

You uncurled your hands, surveying the dried blood that crystallized on your palms. It stung, adding to the hurt in your knees and your side, which had hit the ground first.

Kneeling and putting the pressure on your lower leg rather than your kneecaps, you plunged your hands into a mound of icy white, teeth sinking into your lip so you wouldn't make any noise. Mussing around your fingers, when you lifted them it left bloody palm prints in the previously pale substance. At least your hands were cleaner now, even if you were shivering.

Standing, you kicked more snow over the evidence. No need for Billy to come out later and find it. He'd have questions, and you didn't want to answer any. He had enough to worry about these days.

Stomping your feet at the makeshift porch, you twisted the door handle and made your way inside. Billy was kneeling in front of the fire, blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He stared into the flames, endlessly contemplating.

You hung your hat by the door and toed off your boots, setting your bag down. He looked up, a grin broadening his lips. As you smiled back at him, your chin quivered from the cold. He waited until you took your coat off before reaching a hand out. "C'mere."

Gratefully you took it, letting him pull you into the cocoon of his arms. He dragged the corners of the blanket around you too, tangling your legs with his. Billy swayed back and forth just slightly, one big hand rubbing up and down your back in hopes that the friction would inject warmth back into your body.

He kissed your cheek, nosing against it. "How was town?" Even the low vibration of his voice was like a healing balm to your train wreck of a time.

"Good," you promised, smiling sweetly. Billy gathered your hair behind your ear, snuggling you closer with his other arm.

"You're freezin', sweetheart," he murmured, and you shivered, almost as a response. At that he adjusted the blanket so it covered your back and got up, heavy footsteps thumping the air like a heartbeat. You watched him snatch another blanket from the edge of the sofa, hurrying back to you with the urgency only a lover could have.

Billy spread it out on the floor, sitting down and reaching for you. You obliged quickly, lying right beside him, closer to the fire. Before you laid down you tossed the further edge of your blanket over both of your feet. When you settled next to him it was paradise.

He pulled you right up against his side, lips finding their home in your hair. "'m sorry I couldn't go with you." Guilt swathed the corners of his apology, only cementing your decision not to bring up what had happened today. Learning about it would only heighten his feelings, get him worked up over something neither of you could control.

"It's okay," you promised, opening your eyes. His own were solemn, and you read something in them that couldn't be put into words. Still, you understood. He didn't think it was okay at all.

Sliding an arm under his shoulders, you gently tugged him to rest his head on your chest. Billy's fingers crawled across your stomach to grasp yours, closing them to his palm. He let out a breath, body relaxing.

Your opposite hand raked through his dark curls, lazily scatching his scalp. He let out a breath. "Baby."

"Mhm?"

"'m gettin' sleepy."

"Go to sleep," you whispered, dragging your hand up and down his head. He was holding the fingers of your other hand in the way a child would hold a bear- purely for comfort.

Billy's breathing grew soft, and you touched your lips to his forehead before closing your eyes, his weight easing you to sleep as well. As you drifted off, you began making a list of things to do later. Start dinner...put everything you'd bought away... Your dreams claimed you before you could think of anything else.

Maybe you'd expected sleep to be unsettling with everything that had happened today looming in the background. But it was peaceful, nothing but pink sunset skies dancing under your eyelids. As you woke, you hummed sleepily and wondered if Billy's presence had anything to do with it. Or maybe it was that it was still light outside.

Cracking your eyes open, you noticed his head wasn't on your chest anymore. But he was still holding your hand.

Your hand. Now your eyes were wide as you sat up, meeting him where he knelt at your side. He was combing over the skin of your palm, examining the reddened scrapes that jaggedly tore your skin.

Without looking up at you, he said, "You're hurt." It wasn't a question.

Pulling your skirt over your knees, you were about to respond when he batted your hand away, peeling back the fabric to reveal your bruising knees. Now he was looking up at you, concern striking his irises like lightning in a cornfield. "Where else?"

His voice was still gentle, but you could hear the no-nonsense of it. Giving up your ruse, you touched your side, by your hip. He pushed up the hem of your dress to see, and your thighs shyly closed, an automatic habit.

Billy bent down, examining the bruise beginning to form there. He touched it as carefully as he could, pads of his fingers landing like a butterfly on a flower. You couldn't help the wince- it was still sensitive.

He sat up at that, covering you up with your skirt again. You didn't look at him even though you knew he was. Instead you stared at the plaid fabric of the blanket, bunched up from your sleep-ridden twisting.

You knew he wanted you to meet his eyes. But you didn't dare, shame coating your being and making you wish you had something to hide under. Now he was worried and it was all your fault.

Cupping one of your cheeks, Billy murmured, "Sweetheart. Can you look at me? Hm?"

The way he said it was so tender that you did without even thinking. And when your eyes found his, two magnets drawn to each other, you instantly wanted to cry.

Maybe it was the fact that you had thought you could handle yourself. Maybe it was that somehow you hadn't stopped to realize how you felt about any of it until now. Or maybe it was his soulful eyes so keen to know what had caused you any semblance of pain. But the entire story poured from you like water from a creek, and he didn't tear his eyes from your face the entire time.

In telling, the dreadful truth hit you. You couldn't remember most of the interaction, and now he was asking questions you didn't feel like you could answer. Billy was grasping your elbows, brow knit tight. Was he following you? What did he say before he pushed you? Do you remember what he looked like?

But you didn't know if he'd traced your steps into the store. The man's words, when recalled, were nothing more than muddied sounds, his face blurry in your memory. Frustrated tears sprung to your eyes as you managed, "I don't know. I can't remember."

"Sweetheart-" Billy was pulling you in before you knew it, his lips finding your hair. "Baby...shh. You're safe now, I've gotcha."

Clinging to him, you strained your mind, combing it for something, anything to tell him. But each time you came up blank. You cursed your inability to know, upset that something that had happened to you wasn't coming up easy.

Billy's hand rested at your crown, thumb roving over your hair. He rubbed your back gently, letting you relax. You were starting to calm down when he asked in a whisper, "Did he say anything 'bout me?"

Outlaw's whore. You paused a second too long and he nodded, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Okay. Okay." Taking in a shaky breath, you shook your head, looking up at him. His hand remained where it was.

"It's okay Billy, it was fine," you tried, but he exhaled through his nose, hand at your crown sliding so his thumb was touching your jaw, other fingers still in your hair.

"No." His jaw clenched, and something sank in your stomach. "Not fine. Not fine at all." He caressed your cheek, and the silence that followed nearly made you cry all over again.

He felt guilty enough over his soul, but worse still at how it stained those around him. You tried desperately to erase it, not to give him any reason to feel ashamed of who he was or what his past had forced him to do, but it was nearly impossible to keep things from him. You couldn't shield him from the looks of disdain thrown at you when you were on his arm.

And you'd learned you certainly couldn't hide something like this.

Billy would take it like he was the one who'd hurt you, even though he would never lift a harmful finger. More guilt was foisted on him than the person who'd done it.

You reached out, holding his face between your hands. "Billy no...I'm fine, everything's fine-" your voice hitched when you saw his glossy eyes. In a strained whisper, you tried to smooth it over. "I'm fine."

He reached up for one of your palms, clasping it in his and bringing it to his mouth. A lone tear escaped your eye, falling down your cheek like a shooting star. Using the hand still holding yours, he thumbed it away. "Don't cry over me, sweetheart." A tired smile lifted his lips. "Ain't worth it."

The fire was dying down, and you shivered, unsure if it was the cold or his words. Either way, Billy drew you close to him once more, acting as though what he'd said had disappeared.

It was twisting around your heart like a vine. He was worth everything to you.

He whispered into your hair, "I wish you could see yourself the way I do, sweetheart. You'd know this ain't fine at all."

You were quiet, curling into his chest as the air became thick with irony. Repeating his own words would fall on deaf ears.

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

2024

12/12: Candlelight and Collaring - Aemond Targaryen

13/12: Presents and Praise Kink - Billy Washington

14/12: Blizzard and Blowjob - Ettore

15/12: Mulled Wine and Mutual Masturbation - Michael Gavey

16/12: Fireplace and Face Fucking - Tom Bennett

17/12: Tinsel and Talking Dirty - modern!Aemond Targaryen

18/12: Board Games and Breath Play - Ettore

19/12: Holly and Hair Pulling - Tom Bennett

20/12: Stockings and Sex Toys - modern!Aemond Targaryen

21/12: Dressing Up and Dry Humping - Michael Gavey

22/12: Party and Position Changes - Aemond Targaryen

23/12: Home Videos and Voyeurism - Billy Washington

Prompt List by @ewanmitchellcrumbs

2023 Smuffmas!

[deathbyathousandspiders]

𝕸𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝕷𝐈𝐒𝐓 & 𝕹𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

a guide to me and my page <3

!!! QUICK CREDIT !!!

all of my dividers are from @firefly-graphics & the gifs as of rn are from other tumblr users until i can finish the ones im making :,)

🕊️ — content masterlist ;

here’s everything i’ve written so far !!

• 𝕴𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.

REQUEST! a sign or something: mcu!peter parker, deaf!reader | genre: fluff | IN WHICH you and peter become an unlikely pair at midtown when he shows interest in learning some sign language.

REQUEST! boy in the bubble: mcu!peter parker, stark!daughter!reader | genre: angst, light fluff | IN WHICH your walk back from school goes wrong when peter parker doesn’t walk with you, & your father has a thing or two to say about it.

REQUEST!BLURB! catching cold: mcu!peter parker | genre: fluff | IN WHICH you cuddle peter back to warmth after he returns from patrol in the midst of a blizzard.

REQUEST! daddy issues: mcu!peter parker, stark!reader | genre: angst, fluff | IN WHICH it feels like your father has more love for his protégé than you nowadays, and you’ve reached a breaking point.

REQUEST! dusted: mcu!peter parker, stark!reader | genre: angst | IN WHICH you lose your battle to thanos and your dad and peter watch you dissipate.

dusted (part two): mcu!peter parker, stark!reader | genre: hardcore angst | IN WHICH you may have won the war against thanos, but you witnessed the loss of something much greater. the loss of your father.

REQUEST! geeky tangents; mcu!peter parker | genre: fluff, ?smut? | IN WHICH you find it important to prove how sweet & adorable your boyfriend is.

guilty as sin: jj maybank | genre: ?angst?, ?smut? | IN WHICH you & JJ finally face each other after he drunkenly confessed to you, but what will your boyfriend think?

REQUEST! meet–cute: mcu!peter parker | genre: fluff | IN WHICH a knock on the sanctum door interrupts your task of housesitting for dr. strange.

REQUEST! security system: mcu!peter parker, stark!reader | genre: fluff, ?smut? | IN WHICH peter & you avoid telling your father, tony stark, about your relationship, only to find out that he’s known for longer than you’d thought.

twenty–bucks: mcu!peter parker | genre: angst, fluff | IN WHICH the avengers had their theories about you & peter’s secret pining, but they never realized just how serious it was until a mission went south.

• 𝕾𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

REQUEST! cuddle–bugs; mcu!peter parker | genre: fluff | IN WHICH you & your best friend fall asleep on the couch together, & the avengers can’t let go of the obvious chemistry.

| part one | part two | part three | part four | final part |

hell–bound; mcu!peter parker au | genre: angst, thriller, drama (some smut, some gore) | IN WHICH you are the last hope for saving the world from HYDRA & their zombie apocalypse.

| part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six |

🐚 — request boundaries ;

i’m fairly comfortable w anything! i’ll explicitly say if something makes me uncomfortable, like this:

i’m not comfortable writing about real people (actors, influencers, etc) or specific characters/types of characters (psychotic, psychopathic, serial killer, hobie brown, dark!characters, etc). i will not write pedophilia, incest, or any social issues.

i am comfortable writing headcanons, scenarios, imagines, angst, fluff, smut, au’s, and any kind of pairing!

leave a request here !!

��� — characters & fandoms ;

marvel | peter parker, steve rogers, yelena belova, gwen stacy, miles morales, loki laufeyson.

outer banks | jj maybank, john b routledge, topper thornton.

harry potter | cedric diggory, draco malfoy, harry potter, ?james potter, remus lupin, serius black?.

stranger things | steve harrington, robin buckley, ?eddie mudson, billy hargrove?

twilight | edward cullen, jasper hale, alice cullen, rosalie cullen, charlie swan.

leave a request here !!

🪷 — about me ;

my name is elle :) [ pronouns: she/they] i’m a college student who finds comfort in writing 🫶. my favorite color’s green, i’m in love w tom holland, and my favorite band is the neighborhood !!! i also have three cats!!

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

12 Days of Smuffmas 2024 Masterlist

2023 Smuffmas Masterlist

December 12th - candlelight and collaring (Viserys III Targaryen)

December 13th - presents and praise kink (Daemon Targaryen)

December 14th - blizzard and blowjob (Billy Taylor)

December 15th - mulled wine and mutual masturbation (Tom Bennett)

December 16th - fireplace and face fucking (Aemond Targaryen)

December 17th - tinsel and talking dirty (Billy Washington)

December 18th - board games and breath play (Abraham)

December 19th - holly and hair pulling (Ettore)

December 20th - stockings and sex toys (Michael Gavey)

December 21st - dressing up and dry humping (Otto Hightower)

December 22nd - party and position changes (Osferth)

December 23rd - home videos and voyeurism (modern Aemond Targaryen)

Original prompt list

[thought--bubble]

12 Days of Smuffmas Tentative Masterlist

Been working on this today and outlined some stories based on the 12 days of Smuffmas prompts posted by @ewanmitchellcrumbs (Thank you for that BTW really excited!)

I say tentative because my brain may think of something else before now and then.

Fic names will be added once they are complete.

December 12th - candlelight and collaring

Canon Aemond X Wife Reader

December 13th - presents and praise kink

Tom Bennett X Wife Reader

December 14th - blizzard and blowjob

Daemon X Stark Reader

December 15th - mulled wine and mutual masturbation

Hugh Hammer X Dragonseed Reader

December 16th - fireplace and face fucking

Osferth X Damsel Reader

December 17th - tinsel and talking dirty

Billy Taylor X Maid Reader

December 18th - board games and breath play

Ettore X Crewmate Reader

December 19th - holly and hair pulling

Modern Aemond X Ex gf Reader

December 20th - stockings and sex toys

Will X unrequited crush Reader

December 21st - dressing up and dry humping

Micheal Gavey X Study Buddie Reader

December 22nd - party and position changes

Aegon II X Niece Reader

December 23rd - home videos and voyeurism

Billy Washington X Girlfriend Reader

[tgammsideblog]

Tgamm-Molly and Pete's relationship analysis

Pete Mcgee is the father of Molly and Darryl in the series. Much like Sharon, he has multiple episodes dedicated to explore his character and his relationship with his children, mainly with Molly.

Pete and Molly share plenty of traits in common. Molly takes a lot after her dad, trying to follow his steps on ¨enhappifying¨ people around her, or in this case the city of Brighton. They are both optimistic, enthusiastic and love helping other people.

Being a city planner, Pete usually works together with Molly in ways they can improve the town. They can easily work in sync since they both have similar ideas and personalities. Molly supports Pete in his projects and tries to get herself involved in them. In ¨The Turnip Twist¨ they come up with a Turnip festival to bring more attention to Brighton and help with improving its image. They are seeing dancing together during the song sequence and showing the judge Eva the festival around.

Pete believes that one should help others to make the world a better place, as helping is its own reward. He reminds Molly of this in the ¨Don't Gooder¨ when Molly gets angry that Andrea is getting the spotlight that she thinks should have been her. In spite of this, when Pete gets to be famous in social media in ¨Dance Dad Revolution¨ he lets the fame get to his head, losing sight of why he had started making those videos with Molly in first place. At the end of the episode he realizes his mistakes and asks Molly to delete his account.

When Pete gets anxious and nervous, Molly usually pushes him to move forward with her own positivity. Molly's more grounded nature contrasts with Pete's more paranoid and anxious nature. In the episode ¨Ice Princess¨ Molly encourages Pete to try skating with ice skater Sonia ghost to help her with moving on and stop the blizzard on Brighton.

On the episode ¨Twin Trouble¨ Billy and Tilly come to visit the Mcgees and constanly tease and humiliate Pete. Molly doesn't like seeing her dad getting put down by the twins and she, along with Scratch, tries to getting rid of the sobgoblins that are attracted to the misery that Pete is getting from his older siblings. Near the end Pete manages to stand up for himself and call out Billy and Tilly for their poor behaviour, making them stop bullying him.

Pete as parent is quite permissive, often letting Molly and Darryl do whatever they want as long as they don't get into trouble. He often goes along with his children's mischiefs, like when he and Darryl accidentally broke the hog water that was on the house basement in ¨Mama Gotta Hustle¨. In ¨Game Night¨ he gets very caught up playing the game with Molly and Darryl, ignoring the house chores they have to do.

On the other hand, he has his limits and tries to set a good example to his kids. He doesn't like when Darryl is called out by the principal in school, showing disapproval of his behaviour. It is easy to assume he does the same with Molly when she does something inappropriate too. As previously mentioned, he reminded Molly of doing good deeds for the sake of helping others and not turning it into a competition in ¨The Don't Gooder¨.

One flaw that Pete has in his parenting is that he may downplay when the family is going through a complicated situation. During the time they were homeless in ¨Home is Where the Haunt is¨, Pete kept trying to tell to the kids that they just needed some weeks to get their house back while Sharon insisted in being honest with them. This habit is something that Molly picked up from Pete, as she is seen hiding what is happening to her to Libby and saying that ¨everything was fine¨. Pete does this with the intentions of protecting his kids from the harsher reality but often he doesn't realize that it can do more harm than good by hiding certain things from Molly and Darryl.

In all, Molly really looks up to Pete and takes a lot from him. They both share similar ideas and personalities, making a good team when they come up with ideas to improve Brighton. Pete may sometimes be too permissive with Molly and Darryl but he still tries to be a good role model for them. He has a close relationship with Molly and they get along well most of the time.

[mousetoe-wc]

I Got bored one time awhile ago and made a list of every prefix plus some into organised sections so I thought I might as well share.

All the ones that aren’t cannon to warriors, yet at lest are bold

Describing names

Colours: red, russet, copper, golden, amber, yellow, green, blue, violet, pink, white, gray, black, ebony, dark, pale, silver, brown, tawny, fallow

Pattern, Texture + Size: spot/ted, dapple, speckle, freckle, brindle, patch, mottle, ragged, tangle, kink, bristle, fuzzy, curl/y, wooly, soft, sleek, little, tiny, small, slight, short, tall, long, big, heavy, crooked, broken, half, stumpy, shred, torn, jagged

Actions + Character: flip, pounce, bounce, jump, hop, crouch, down, low, drift, flail, strike, running, fidget, mumble, whistle, snap, sneeze, shiver/ing, shining, flutter, fallen, lost, rush, fleet, quick, shy, sweet, brave, loud, quiet, wild, hope, wish,

Other: claw, whisker, dead, odd, one, spike, fringe, echo, song, hallow, haven

Elements

Time + Weather: day, night, dusk, dawn, morning, sky, sun/ny, moon, storm, lightning, thunder, cloud/y, mist/y, fog, snow, blizzard, ice, frost, dew, drizzle, rain, clear, wind, breeze, gale, shadow, shade, bright, light,

Earth/Water/Fire names: stone, rock, boulder, slate, flint, pebble, gravel, sand/y, dust, mud/dy, meadow, hill, rubble, river, ripple, whorl, float, rapid, shimmer, lake, swamp, marsh, wave, wet, bubbling, splash, puddle, pool, creek, fire, flame, flicker, flash, blaze, scorch, ember, spark, ash, soot, cinder, smoke

Plants

Trees: alder, aspen, birch, beech, cedar, cypress, pine, elm, willow, oak, larch, maple, bay, rowan, timber, bark, log, wood, twig, acorn, cone, seed, spire

Berry/Nut/Fruit/Herb: juniper, elder, sloe, holly, yew, mistle, bramble, hickory, hazel, chestnut, nut, apple, cherry, cranberry, olive, pear, plum, peach, chive, mint, fennel, sage, basil, mallow, parsley

Flowers: aster, poppy, primrose, rose, bluebell, marigold, tansy, pansy, briar, cherry, daisy, dandelion, daffodil, tulip, violet, lily, myrtle, thrift, yarrow, heather, lavender, blossom, bloom, flower, petal

Other: leaf, frond, fern, bracken, sorrel, hay, rye, oat, wheat, cotton, reed, pod, cinnamon, milkweed, grass, clover, weed, stem, sedge, gorse, furze, flax, nettle, thistle, ivy, moss, lichen, bush, vine, root, thorn, prickle, nectar

Animals

Mammals: mouse, rat, mole, vole, shrew, squirrel, hedgehog, bat, rabbit, hare, ferret, weasel, stoat, mink, marten, otter, hog, wolf, hound, fox, vixen, badger, deer, doe, stag, fawn, sheep, cow, pig, lion, tiger, leopard, lynx, milk

Birds: robin, jay, cardinal, thrush, sparrow, swallow, shrike, starling, rook, swift, dove, pigeon, crow, raven, duck, goose, heron, wren, finch, swan, stork, quail, gull, lark, owl, eagle, hawk, kestrel, buzzard, kite, hoot, feather, bird, egg, talon

Fish, Reptiles + Amphibians: pike, perch, pollack, trout, tench, cod, carp, bass, bream, eel, minnow, fin, snake, adder, lizard, turtle, frog, toad, newt

Bug type Names: bug, lady or ladybug, moth, spider, ant, snail, slug, beetle, bee, wasp, dragon or dragonfly, bumble, worm, maggot, cricket, fly, midge, web, honey

Skyclan + Warriorclan: Bella, Billy, Big, Harry, Harvey, Snook, Ebony, Monkey

[mydearneteyam]

Could I please request a Teylan x fem reader? Maybe a Na’vi who is a resistance member. Something where maybe the reader has a hard time sleeping so they seek out Teylan late at night to sit with/for a bit of comfort. I have a hc that Teylan is a night owl (he’s a computer nerd so…). Just pretty much pure fluff ❤️😊

ALONE ;; TEYLAN

summary ;; between both, loneliness is no longer an option.

pairing ;; teylan x fem!na'vi!reader (it's pretty neutral tho)

warnings ;; none ¡!

word count ;; 1.0k

word of the day ;; le’awtu [lɛ.ˈʔaw.tu] adj. alone, on one’s own, by one’s self; lonely

One, two. One, two.

You remembered your mother's heartbeat the first time you connected, when you realized that Eywa had given you company, the meaning of never being alone. You remembered the warmth of her chest, of her arms that cared for you with patience and love, you could also remember the soft cooing she gave you as she rocked your small and fragile body to get you to sleep.

No one is alone in this world.

The Great Mother always watches over everyone, if for you there is not a na'vi, there is an animal, if there is not, there will be the flora and if there is not nature, the memories around you will continue to accompany you, but there will always be Eywa to give you company, no matter how little you feel it, although everyone feels it, isn't it?

At least that's what you told yourself looking at the ceiling of the place where you slept.

As much as you wanted to sleep and nature outside tried to lull you with the howling of viperwolves, the noises of small insects and even the calm blizzard that crashed against the window of the place, you felt unable to fall asleep. You felt like you were even dazed at these times. Perhaps from the habit of being with the Resistance for so long.

You sat on what was your bed-a simple hammock you had to learn to love-and ran a hand through your hair, throwing your head back. Everyone was asleep, sound asleep. Alexander's snoring could be heard clearly from your spot and that meant he had been sleeping in one of his classic weird poses for quite some time now.

You smiled as you scratched your jaw, getting up and deciding to go to the main hall. A small light and a familiar voice seemed to catch your attention and for someone who had no rest, maybe just a chat before bed would be good.

"…Let's see if you work, little buddy" the hallways led you to that voice you recognized as that of the youngest Sarentu, Teylan. With whom since joining the Resistance you shared several conversations. Even feelings.

You continued taking quiet steps, reaching where the boy was settling a watch on his wrist.

"Still awake?" you spoke, with a smile to which he turned in surprise, lowering his head with an embarrassed chuckle.

"I've been meaning to… fix this watch. Priya told me it had an hologram and I want it to work" he explained, showing it to you. He looked like a kid who had just caught a fish. Proud of his work.

"Do you want to tell me more about it?" he looked at you, unable to believe you asked that question and from his hesitant lips, you noticed he wasn't sure.

"I thought you-our people… weren't interested in these things" you sat down next to him, resting your head against his shoulder. You felt him tense at the sudden physical contact, though he didn't pull away. You guessed he was still trying to get used to it.

"I don't really care about them" you laughed softly. "But if you explain it to me… I can give it a chance" you accommodated a little rebellious hair escaping from under his cap.

His eyes dilated and at your side, his tail began to wag excitedly, flashing you a smile. He quickly tried to explain to you what that watch entailed, showing you the steps involved and that sheet with little drawings that you learned from his words was an 'instruction manual'.

"Billy says that manuals are for fools who don't know how to do things by eye, but I think he's wrong, I mean, how will I know how to build or fix things if I don't know how they're made and how they work first? And I told him it was kind of stupid to think that…when he left the room, but-but I told him" his comments made you smile and you gave a little yawn, hugging him some more.

His warmth was so comforting to you that you considered that maybe hugging him for a few minutes would be enough to sleep like there was no tomorrow.

"Before…" his tone of voice changed, so you looked at him intently, but his smile was still on his face. "When we were with… Mercer. I thought the clan had abandoned us. That we would be alone. But being like this with you… it feels like I never was."

You gave him a big smile and hugged him fully. Teylan had to be careful as he wrapped his arms around you back, laughing softly and carefully setting that watch aside to follow later.

"As long as I'm here, I'll do my best to make sure you never feel like this again" you whispered, affectionately. You settled better in his lap as he went back to his business.

The night wore on, but neither of you felt tired. You were too absorbed in the moment, too absorbed in the simple joy of being together. From time to time Teylan would tell you a little more about the watch, explaining its functions and how it worked. You listened attentively, even if you didn't understand all the technical details. What mattered was the passion in his voice, the light in his eyes.

Earlier the sounds from outside that made you think otherwise only adorned the background of the conversations you were having.

At some point, both ended up lying on the floor, side by side.

The clock was long forgotten, replaced by whispered conversations and shared smiles. You felt his fingers intertwine with yours, and it made your heart swell with affection.

"I'm so happy you're here" Teylan murmured, with his eyes bright.

"Me too" you replied, leaning down to rest your head on his shoulder. "I wouldn't trade this for anything."

As the first lights of dawn began to filter through the windows, your body finally felt the pull of sleep. But it wasn't a heavy, burdened sleep. It was light and peaceful. You felt the tails of both of you intertwine before you fell asleep and you smiled.

No one is alone in this world.

One, two. One, two.

a/n ;; after i post this i will die (im not sure if this was really fluff) ANYWAY, HOPE U LIKE IT 😭😭

[punemy-spotted]

WIP Wednesday: GUESS WHAT

It's Wednesday, my students are in the midst of finals, and I get to work from home during a rainstorm. None of these things are related but these things mean things are happening and I'm taking a certain fic off hiatus to update it (hopefully soon, oh my God, please spare me from the Writer's Curse)

Anywaysssss...

She's baaaaaaaaaaackkkkk

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Content Warnings for this Snippet: Gun mention, bullet mention, smoking mention, reference to funerals and gravesites,

Senator Andy Barber’s Chief of Staff keeps a loaded gun in the glove compartment of every car he drives, a force of habit the Senator is probably grateful for right about new, even in absentia. While he pays for the final tank of gas he’ll need to get you both to where you need to go, you open it up and empty the clip, leave the bullets in the cup-holder save for the two you put back. He doesn’t bother questioning the sight of them when he returns, just glances at you briefly and hands you a cup of water, burnt coffee you immediately regret taking a sip of.

You finish it before the car’s back on the highway.

The road ahead is a lonely one, just your car’s headlights there to cut through the snowy gloom, William Russo the only driver half-insane enough to be driving through this particular stretch of the Appalachian trail this late at night with a snowstorm raging all around the both of you.

You never picked up smoking as a habit, really, — too devout then, too late now — but as the suffocating silence settles in alongside the cold in your bones, you can’t help but crave one. Just one, just something to quest the churning anxiety and growing dread in your belly.

You risk a glance to Billy, the pale white of his knuckles deepening as his grip on the wheel shifts, eyes catching yours when he feels the weight of your gaze on him, You getting tired?

Are you?

Exhaustion feels too far away, adrenaline still holding your eyes open, anxious twitches keeping your muscles uncomfortable in the passenger seat, unable to settle down. Even the shake of your head is too cautious to be definitive, watching, waiting. Say nothing.

Not long now, he tells you by way of an attempt at comfort, eyes back on the road, Safe house in a few hours.

Alaska.

Not the state — though you wouldn’t mind, all things considered. The house you pull up to is… nice, if made gloomy in snowy isolation. You almost wonder how a Senator’s newly-hired Chief of Staff even manages to have an isolated “safe house” just on the edge of the US-Canada border, with access to what seemed like a completely unmanned and unlicensed border crossing — and then you decide that question isn’t even top fifty on your list of questions you’ve had about your day.

Days, even. Days full of memories of caskets and graveside services turning into grave danger reminding you why you’re here, pulling up to a wood-and-brick prison rather than your palace of glass and steal.

Domain. Dungeon.

The snow outside is starting to turn into a full-bore blizzard, but the house itself is warm enough to boil your blood, fire crackling in the hearth and Billy handing you a mug of something warm and medically cleared for your consumption, I just got the news — he’s awake, he tells you, taking a seat on the armchair across from you with a glass of whiskey in hand, He’ll want to hear from you, make sure you’re safe.

Safe. The word feels all wrong, especially here. Especially now.

You are not safe, you are not safe, he will find you he will always find you.

[missacensnakelover]

The Gangreen Gang all in an RV enjoying Dairy Queen ice cream here!

Made by me! (x)

[wonderjanga]

I’m Not Brainwashed.

A blizzard hit Fawcett. It was a pretty harsh one too. His apartment doesn’t have heating too. So, Billy went on a journey to find a warm place to sleep.

First, he tried the corner owned by a nice old man. The man said he could bask in the store’s warmth until the store’s closing time.

Old Man: “I’m sorry, it’s just I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here overnight.”

Billy: “There’s no need to apologize, Mister. It’s fine.”

Old Man: “But it isn’t. I wish I could keep you longer but I can’t. Here.” *gives Billy some wrapped sandwiches* “Come back tomorrow. I’ll let you stay again.”

Billy: *small smile* “I’ll try. Thanks, Mister.”

Billy would definitely come back tomorrow, but for now he had to find a place to sleep for the night. This was when Billy made the unfortunate mistake of going to the Rock of Eternity to get out of the cold for a moment.

Billy: *plops down in front of the throne eating one of the sandwiches given to him* “Hmm… Where am I gonna go now?”

Billy didn’t know that those would be his last words as he dozed off at the rock.

A full rest later…

Billy: *stirs awake* “Where am I…? The rock? Geez did I fall asleep?” *feels a buzz from his pocket dimension and pulls out his JL comm and sees like 95 notifications* “-Oh my GODS.”

That’s how Billy found out the hard way never to sleep at the Rock. Turns out, to everyone else, he disappeared. For a WEEK. Damn (he feels like he deserves to curse in this situation) the Rock of Eternity and the weird way it makes time go by. Let’s see… He’d missed an emergency meeting, several messages from his friends, and an either concerned or subtlety threatening text from Batman. Okay. That’s concerning. Uh… You know what? Before he goes and talks to his friends, why doesn’t he go check on Fawcett first?

So, he left the rock, and guess what? The blizzard is still going. He’d be lying if he said this didn’t peeve him. Thankfully, it was daytime, so that means the Old Man would probably let him in the store again.

Old Man: “There you are! You had me worried.”

Billy: “Sorry.” *sounds ashamed*

Old Man: “There’s no need to apologize. It’s just, you said you would be back the next day, and you never came. I thought something had happened to you! I’ve been stress cooking ever since.” *puts a large bag of food into Billy’s hands*

Billy: “I didn’t mean to stress you. You don’t have to give me this.”

Old Man: “Yes I do.” *points to the spot Billy sat the day he had come in* “Now go sit and eat.”

Billy: “Yes, Mister.” *trudges over me eats, feeling bad for making the man worry*

Soon though, Billy had to leave again. He said goodbye to the Old Man and started walking to the blistering cold. He had to find another place to sleep. He looked up the now night sky. He had an idea. It was a stupid one, but it was an idea nonetheless.

The intercom over head announced Captain Marvel’s presence in the watchtower. Wally paused in eating the quadruple double triple quintuple sandwich he made himself. Wasn’t it like 10 pm in Fawcett or something? Cap almost never came to the Watchtower after seven unless it was for monitor duty. The speedster quickly finished his sandwich and decided to go see if something was wrong.

Eventually, he found the Captain near the sleeping quarters. Most members of the JL had one. That included Cap, but as far as Wally knew, Marvel hadn’t so much as stepped foot in that room.

“Cap, buddy! What’re you doing here so late?” Flash asked, causing Marvel to startle.

“Oh uh… I thought I’d get some sleep.” The Captain said, anxiousness rolling off him in waves.

“I thought you didn’t need to sleep?”

“Well, I don’t, but I still like to, y’know?” Marvel said, scratching the back of his neck.

Flash shook his head. “Not really.”

A small, out of place, awkward silence filled the hallway where they stood for a moment before Flash spoke up again, “Where have you been all week-”

“Night!” Cap cut him off, quickly entering the room and letting the door shut behind him, abruptly ending the conversation.

Wally stood there for a few moments. Okay… Something was definitely wrong with his buddy. Had the speedster done something to upset him? He turned to start walking away. He’d talk to his buddy later.

Wally got maybe seven feet away before he heard a loud crash that sounded like lighting and then loud alarms that started ringing throughout the Watchtower. Something about an intruder? Batman walked over to him. Where he came from, only god knows.

“Flash.” Bruce greeted him as he passed, stopping in front of the door Marvel disappeared into just a few moments before.

“Spooky, what’s going on?” Flash sped over to stand next to him.

”There’s an intruder in this room.” Batman replied, as soon as he finished speaking, another large crash of lightning could be heard. The alarm then stopped blaring. This made the Dark Knight pause and start tapping something on the tablet Wally just realized the other man was holding.

“Did something happen?” Wally asked, leaning over to try and see the tablet.

“The intruder is gone. The Watchtower’s also sustained two major electrical strikes that traveled through the tower, temporarily shut down anything in its way. They traveled to this room.” Bruce said.

It was at that moment, Marvel decided to make an appearance. He looked panicked, and when he registered Batman was standing in front of him, the panic seemed to increase. “Mister Batman Sir! Heeeeeeey…”

“Captain, there’s an intru-” Batman didn’t get to finish that sentence before Marvel interrupted him.

“Sorry Mister Batman Sir, but I really gotta be going.” Marvel said hurriedly before speed walking to the zetas. Wally and Bruce watched him go.

Billy should’ve known it was too stupid of an idea to work! He wanted to see if he could detransform and sleep in the bed of the room, but nooooooooo it just had to trigger the alarm. Billy wasn’t proud about interrupting so many (two) people today, but he really, really needed to go because as soon as Flash and Batman step into his room, they’re gonna see two dark lightning marks on the floor. Then they’re gonna try and ask questions. Then that’s gonna lead to Billy having to explain that he can summon lightning to change into a little kid. Then they’re gonna get mad Billy lied to them about being an adult. Then, they’re gonna try stopping him from being a hero, and from there his life as a hero and as Billy Batson will crumble to literal dust.

Around fifteen minutes after Marvel left… Flash was pacing, practically making trails in the ground, “Spooky, he was gone for a week! Not only that but he was acting weird and we got a notification of a security breach. This might sound crazy, but I think it might be that worm thing he mentioned.”

“Worm thing?” Batman asked, sounding incredulous. Wally was wondering why he found that of all the things they’ve seen and heard unbelievable.

“Yeah! He said one of his villains is this little worm that crawls into your ear and takes control your brain.” Flash said, one of his fingers doing a weird wiggling motion as if to resemble a worm.

“So you think he’s being mind controlled?” Supes asked, sounding super concerned. Oh right, he’s here too. He’d just gotten off monitor duty with J’onn. At the moment, the Martian was in the kitchen getting some snacks.

“Yes!” Flash exclaimed. “It could explain why he up and disappeared.”

“Flash, for all we know, he could’ve been gone due to a family emergency or something along those lines.” Batman spoke.

“Well… just to be safe…?” Supes started, sounding cautious as he trailed off and nodded to a nearby cabinet the three, or at least Clark and Bruce, knew housed bug spray.

That was how they ended up cornering Marvel in Fawcett, Superman restraining the man while Batman sprayed bug spray in his face and ears. Meanwhile Flash was standing to the side nervously, holding a jar in case a certain green worm actually crawls out of Marvel’s ear.

So yeah, today was not Billy’s day, let alone week. Also, it turned out that there was a magical creature that was causing the blizzards. He proceeded to promptly beat it up for all the trouble and embarrassment it inadvertently caused him.

Don’t ask why I stopped formatting the dialogue the way I normally do for a couple seconds. I don’t even know. That’s actually why I didn’t post around eleven like I normally do. It was taking a while.

[milliesfishes]

౨ৎMillie's Twelve Days of Christmas!꣑ৎ

Dec. 1st ꣑ৎ Silver Bells (Coriolanus doesn't understand why you want to decorate the tree yourself, but you insist)

Dec 2nd ꣑ৎ Evergreen (It's the first snowfall, and you and Billy make the most of it)

Dec 5th ꣑ৎ Stocking Stuffer (You and Alex determine who's naughty and who's nice)

Dec 9th ꣑ৎ Cookie Cutters (Learning gingerbread houses are harder than they look with modern Finnick)

Dec 12th ꣑ৎ Ice Dance (Caught in a blizzard with Coriolanus)

Dec 13th ꣑ৎ Mistletoe Kisses (Figuring out Christmas cards with Alex)

Dec 16th ꣑ৎ River (On the run with the love of your life, you try to convince yourself that Christmas doesn't matter this year. Billy has other plans)

Dec 17th ꣑ৎ

Dec 19th ꣑ৎ Snowflakes and Sand Dollars (You and Finnick wake up to find snow on the beach)

Dec 22nd ꣑ৎ The Road Not Taken (Alex was your first real love and your first real heartbreak. So why have your parents invited him to their holiday party?)

Dec 24th ꣑ৎ Candy Cane Mocktails (The Academy's annual Christmas gala with Coriolanus)

Dec 25th ꣑ৎ Tied With a Ribbon (Christmas with Billy, Fish, and Willow)