#both of theirs actually

[mortalandstupid]

cordelia getting cheated on: 😞

anya coming to sunnydale: 😁😁😁😁😁😁

[that-flipping-phoenix]

remember when harry’s clothes were always too big for him because he was a stick of a child. remember when ron hit a growth spurt, ended up taller than half his siblings and realistically, all his clothes became too small. what if they just- what if they swapped

little tiny harry having clothes that were given to him by someone who loves him for the first time, having clothes that actually fit him, having clothes that feel like family.

lanky youngest son ron getting clothes that have barely be worn (because dudley got everything he ever wanted and had too many clothes to count, let alone wear regularly), trousers that don’t stop above his ankles, clothes that are only his and not bill and percy and fred’s first.

harry and ron started swapping clothes and never stopped. they are now fifty and don’t know who owns what. it is a reoccurring issue

[peppermintquartz]

"I'm a dad now," Evan whispers, holding the sleeping infant in his arms so carefully that he might as well be immobile. "Tommy, we are parents."

Tommy is still busy wiping away the tears on his face, and it isn't helping that every time he looks at his husband and their baby, he wants to cry all over again. Next to him, Howie pats his shoulder and murmurs, "You big softie."

Maddie isn't doing much better, but she looks a lot prettier when she cries and isn't a blotchy mess like Tommy. "Look at you both," she coos at Evan and her nephew.

"He's perfect," Tommy murmurs to himself, not tearing his eyes away from the two in the armchair. He doesn't clarify if he's referring to Evan or their son Ryan David Zack Jason Forrest whose name needs to be decided now that he's here. "They're perfect."

Evan gazes at Tommy's cousin lying in the bed. "Thank you Angela, I know that's hardly enough to... But thank you."

Going to the bed, Tommy echoes his husband and kisses Angie on her brow. "I owe you so much."

"You're family, Tommy, don't be stupid." She grins up at him, big brown eyes similarly red-rimmed, though in her case it's more likely due to a lack of sleep after an exhausting eleven-hour delivery. "Go home and rest, come back tomorrow and learn how to take care of my nephew. And decide on a name, for crying out loud."

As the nurse comes back to the ward and gently coaxes Evan to put the baby back in the bassinet, a strange anger suffuses Tommy. Not directed at anyone in the room, but at his father. He keeps a lid on it until he and Evan are cuddling in bed, still too wired to sleep.

"You're a little tense," Evan says. Trust him to pick up on the tells.

"I'm thinking about family," Tommy replies, nuzzling under Evan's chin. "Our son is so perfect. I want to give him everything, and he hasn't even realized we're his dads yet."

"That doesn't sound like something that should make you tense." But Evan sighs and kisses the crown of Tommy's head. "But yeah, I get you. How do you have a child and not love them and want to give them everything and make sure they're protected and safe?"

Too late, Tommy realizes what Evan must be thinking of. He leans up on an elbow, cups his husband's face and kisses him on the lips. "We'll do better. Our baby will never once doubt that he is loved."

"No matter what."

"No matter what."

Evan smiles up at him, a little damp around the eyes, and says, "I know we should be deciding on a name, but I really wanna make love to you right now. Before baby comes home and we're too tired to do it."

"Let's do that," Tommy agrees, grinning, and kicks off the blanket. They'll decide on a name afterwards.

[sysig]

Something old and borrowed (Patreon)

[theofficialuriel]

idk how timber fans survive outside tumblr I think I would crash out from all the hate

[skullzy20]

Is anyone gonna mention this or am I the one who has to do it

[msmc-796-official]

I... have a confession to make, of sorts. There won't ever be a good time to admit this, unfortunately, so it's best I get this off my chest now, and ask for forgiveness rather than permission.

It has not been easy speaking with all of the flashclones who have made themselves known in the wake of Union's latest raids; both for myself, and the squadron at large. I must commend my squadmates for handling themselves with the utmost professionalism - while my own correspondences with these newest members of the Omninet have been what I would consider adequately polite, I've been biting my tongue the entire time, and I fear that my personal discomfort with the issue is starting to slip through the cracks.

To this end, I wish to share my thoughts publicly, that I might better express my own emotions towards this complicated, frustrating, and highly nuanced issue. I only ask that you hear me out in full before you render judgement, and pronounce your sentence carefully.

First: an observation.

MSMC policy requires that all pilots dictate an end-of-life plan at the time of their recruitment, that their final wishes may be carried out by the company in the event of their death under MSMC's employ. The options provided for this are effectively unlimited, allowing the pilot a great deal of choice and freedom in planning their postmortem arrangements. These plans may also be altered in the future should circumstances change, provided the pilot is of sound body and mind.

Under MSMC policy, in compliance with the policies set forth by Union, one of the available postmortem options is flashcloning.

In my fifteen-odd years serving under MSMC, I have only heard of three pilots who have willingly chosen to be flashcloned after death (thus prolonging not only their life, but their term of service under MSMC as well). Of these, I have only personally met one, affiliated with MSMC-808 "5Q8R3 L00P3RZ" - I believe their current iteration goes by callsign Lemniscate. While I do not know how many times they have been cloned during their term of service, their current iteration seems happy enough, and their squadmates reassure me that they've maintained a consistent identity (plus or minus the odd quirk, as is typical of flashclones) throughout their life (lives?).

Second: a digression.

I purchased my Dusk Wing, And The Voice of Apollo Spoke From On High (Apollo for short), from an SSC showroom on a planet whose name I no longer recall. The curated atmosphere called to mind the high marble pillars and lush green-blue waters of some distant Cradle mythology where gods roamed the earth and mortals strove to emulate them, punished and rewarded for their folly in equal measure with gifts and curses beyond name. Each frame was posed as the statues of old on Cradle, too-human limbs arrayed in too-human poses, each a machine of war turned living art piece.

Apollo, true to its future name, was arrayed in flight; hover-jets draped with sunlight-yellow gossamer, veil rifle aimed in its middle tier of manipulators with the same care and precision as an archer would take with their bow. To see it lowered to the floor after its purchase was to see Icarus fall; to climb inside its cockpit for the first time, to don wax-and-feather wings of my own and fly.

The old tales caution that divinity has a cost, and I too paid the price. A vial of blood, drawn with silver needle and spirited away into an unseen cooler before my pen ever touched paper. Apollo was mine, but SSC had received a far greater gift in its place: a sample of my DNA, unwillingly donated as the price for my divine armament.

Even now, this price weighs heavy on my head like the sword which hung above Damocles, poised to drop without a moment's notice with each new Union raid on yet another forgotten cloning facility. Who can say on what distant planet the children I did not birth sleep in stasis - children with my eyes, my hair, my nose, my smile; sons and daughters who will never be called as such because, to their creators, they are slaves, weapons, property - anything but human.

Third: an explanation.

I believe that flashcloning, in its current state as of 5016u, as approved by Union's Third Committee (and exploited by the likes of SSC, HA, and several countless others across the stars) is an inherently unethical practice; both for those who donate their DNA (willingly or otherwise), as well as for those persons produced by it.

To see countless lives created, manipulated, slaughtered, and recycled in the name of so-called "progress"; to see inherently human beings stripped of every vestige of humanity but the body in which they reside and then forcibly brainwashed and molded into soldiers, medics, mechanics, weapons, machines, slaves, property - it is an abominable and inhumane practice that should have died a slow and painful death in the darkness from whence it was birthed.

This being said: I cannot stand idly by as the products of this inhumane practice continue to suffer. No matter whether it is beneath the apathetic gaze of Union, the dehumanizing bootheel of HA, or the eugenicist scalpel of SSC, I will not allow my fellow persons to endure another day of abuse at the hands of those who would abandon their own creations as little more than imperfect failures for daring to remind their creators of their sentience.

Alone, I can do nothing. I too am but a cog in this great uncaring machine humanity has built, one which prospers on suffering and bloodshed and the work of hands which have forgotten the body to which they are attached. Even if I were to risk life and limb and reputation to make my position known, it is a battle which lies dead in the water - it is impossible to halt the wheels of progress without irreparably damaging the future which relies on their turning.

And so I fight. I fight for those who have forgotten their humanity, both willingly and unwillingly, that they might find something of their own - identity, purpose, desires, connection, life - that reminds them of what they were and are and always have been: human.

-- Angel

[shitapril]

and if carlos sainz and nico hulkenberg are teammates again in 2026 then what ?

[quillkiller]

sorry to say but barty + the rosier twins are in love and i’ve thought about nothing else since yesterday

[nartml]

"Aren't Kageyama and Hinata sad that they're on different teams now?"

You're projecting, me fears

[ahli-stuff]

I wrote a short little piece on Kunikida and Fyodor’s possible dynamic if Fyodor were to ever join the agency, and it was cute, but I didn’t post it because the themes and dialogue was all over the place.

I’m going to start from the bottom up, breaking down both of their flaws and strengths and thinking about where they both intersect and contrast each other, before I get to rewriting it.

Yes, Dazai is Fyodor’s near perfect foil but. Have you all considered the exceptional foil that Kunikida would be for fyodor?

Fyodor, like the azure king, is a great example of who Kunikida could become if his ideals were irrevocably broken; I could absolutely imagine a world where Kunikida used his own extremist principles to not only control his but also others lives.

Kunikida, like Dazai, represents the humanity that Fyodor sorely lacks and proves the inherent failure and hypocrisy in Fyodor’s isolation and theory-addled mind; I could imagine a world where Fyodor was on the side of good, having been surrounded by all of the positive things humanity + abilities can do.

In conjunction to these contrasts, they’re both governed by their inflexible ideals and have an all-or-nothing relationship with perfection.

One thing I really want to explore with this piece is the idea that Fyodor is highly empathetic, whereas Kunikida is not vs. the idea that Kunikida is highly sympathetic, whereas Fyodor is not.

I haven’t ever agreed with the idea that Fyodor is unempathetic, ever. A complete lack of empathy would suggest that Fyodor doesn’t understand other’s emotions, because he absolutely does, which is why he’s such a good manipulator. (He mostly doesn’t share other’s emotions, however, so the better term for what Fyodor has might be emotional intelligence?)

Whereas Kunikida lacks a bit of emotional intelligence(therefore lacking the ability to perfectly understand others emotions; therefore lacking empathy), but feels so much compassion and sympathy for others. I feel like people get on Kunikida’s ass so much for being short-tempered with Dazai, when really it’s a combination of Kunikida’s emotional callousness, and Dazai being really aloof and instigating. Kunikida loves his coworkers so much. He may not understand them intuitively, but Kunikida would sacrifice everything if only to save Dazai and everyone in the ADA if he had to.

I want to pit Kunikida and Fyodor against each other and watch debree fly as Fyodor constantly psychoanalyzes Kunikida and exploits his insecurities while Kunikida disarms Fyodor with his brutally honest jabs and unwavering kindness.

(Neither would fold to each other—it’d be a situation where Fyodor is constantly clocking Kunikida only for Kunikida to get more and more hurt and angry until he leaves—dumps home made food on Fyodor’s doorstep, immediately clocks fyodor harder than the former has throughout the entire conversation, and leaves to let fyodor deal with those revelations.)

[companion-showdown]

Who is your favourite companion?

TOURNAMENT MASTERPOST

propaganda under the cut

Ace McShane

She's brilliant. One of the best written and developed companions of the classic series, such a template for the modern era. So many different fates and stories across the different media. If you don't love her in one you're bound to in another. And then she got her return in the new era to boot. Oh yeah; and beating the crap out of a Dalek with a Gallifreyan enhanced baseball bat. What a legend. she's... ACE! (@seven-times-champion /@elden-12 )

Ace is the natural predecessor to modern female companions. She's a fighter, smart, caring, an explosives "expert", a match for the Doctor despite being so young. She follows her own morality, will smash a dalek with a baseball bat no problem, and has a banging wardrobe! (anonymous)

Bill Potts

have you ever died horrifically but came back (mostly) correct because of your immortal sludge girlfriend. she's quite literally everything she is THE quintessential companion of moffat's whole era she is so terminally some guy and she is so special for it!!! she saved twelve's life multiple times, saved humanity through her memories of her mother, and she always holds on despite everything (the monks. the cybermen) and still always looks at the universe with wonder and curiosity and love and her storyline ruined my life. oh good lord WHEN the "i would rather die as i am than live as something else" hits and WHEN that directly ties into twelve's own refusal to regenerate. anyway bbc i am asking you to bring her back for the 70th and give her a happy ending or [gif of bill shooting twelve with a gun] (@aq2003 )

[whywhywhymoney]

Something that's never brought up is that Bruce and Selina were canonically young/teen parents on Earth 2. This probably is something that came out of "the writers can't do math!" But fortunately I can!

If you tell me that Bruce was born in 1973 and Helena is 21-22 in 2014 as said by Levitz (and Selina is consistently 2-3 years younger than Bruce at least) you bet I'm gonna milk that dynamic for all its worth!!

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

déjà vu

[timey-fandom-stuff]

"... Fine. If you want to see a monster so bad..."

"... I'll show you what a real monster looks like."

this was mostly me wanting to share the design for my Deltarune Monsterswap AU's monster Kris as they appear in the Dark World, but it also doubles as a little something else: a glimpse into one possible Weird Route. the Kris of this AU isn't bound to Player choice... and thus far less defenseless against their whims.

the question is: what does it take to make a good dog bite?

[fefairys]

i forget that some people still take shipping very seriously to the point where they will have "[ship that interferes with MY ship] shippers dni" in their bio completely unironically. like that boggles my mind why cant we all just get along... multishipper for life i do not understand yall