#bruvers……………………………………………….

[sunlitlemonade]

letters to the wrong address by sunlitlemonade

Dick and Jason as they become brothers over the years through texts, phone calls, missed calls and voicemails. Oh, and a Ski trip and a conversation with a very, very drunk Dick Grayson.

[nomsfaultau]

18) Nightmares//”Watch over me?”

Disclaimer: this blurb is set in the SCP SBI AU I have called Fault, specifically mid Part 2. Explanation of AU; tldr. 

Tommy jolted up in the middle of the night. He didn’t scream anymore, when he could help it. He really didn’t want to wake his friends. Usually, it was alright, since The Blade managed to sleep through just about everything even though the restless Tommy nestled in his arms at night. 

But apparently, he’d failed tonight. In the dark, a silhouette framed by the moonlight, halfway out the door. Wilbur, by the features, or really the lack thereof. Tommy’s fingers curled around the fabric of his blanket. “Sorry for waking you,” he whispered. His shame swirled in with the dregs of fear and the feeling of hands around his throat. Maybe if they’d been a little tighter he wouldn’t have said anything at all. That would’ve been better than bothering Wilbur, but he was half asleep and scared. The excuse must offer him a little grace at least. 

“Hmm?” Wilbur softly approached, crouching down beside him. Strange shadows danced over his visage. “You didn’t wake me. I’m always up.” Slipping away once more so he wouldn’t be a threat to his loved ones. Wilbur was a man perpetually in a state of running away, but he always came back to them in the morning. That was the important part, that he came back. That he always would. 

“Oh. Really? I hadn’t noticed.” 

“I’ve sorta always run that way. I like the dark.” He laughed lightly. “Man, that sounded edgy, dinnit? But it’s peaceful, really.” Wilbur made to resume, slipping away from him, and sleepy panic jolted him suddenly, that Wilbur was abandoning him. That his nightmares were right. 

Before Tommy could even think it through, the words “Watch over me?” slipped out of his throat in a jumble. He was thankful at once for the dark hiding the way his ears went red. Were he not more than half asleep and scared, Tommy could’ve controlled that, stomped down on how clingy he sounded. It wasn’t his fault that his nightmares dragged him back to that cold and isolated year in the Foundation. He’d been so, so lonely, desperate for any type of human connection. Reaching out to the Handlers and Doctors and Soldiers for scraps of affection

They were manipulating him half the time, Tommy knew that, he wasn’t stupid. He just couldn’t care. He’d needed to feel friendship even if it was fake. Even if it was temporary. And it was always, always temporary, even if it was genuine. Assignments shifted. More often than not, Tommy was just a training dummy at the start of their fruitful careers as Foundation employees. And he was left grasping at ephemeral glimpses of kindness, hoarding scraps to himself and knowing it wasn’t ever going to last. 

The dreams liked to wonder how long his current friends would keep pretending to tolerate him. 

Tommy couldn’t help the anxiety spooling in his gut. In the morning he could always assure himself it wasn’t real. No matter how much he pushed at them, they stayed by his side. But that didn’t mean anything when he woke up from a nightmare to find Wilbur halfway out the door. 

“Why are you leaving me?” It came out before he could stop it (a stupid question, Tommy knew exactly why), an inquiry every inch as distraught and desperate as he felt. He really was pathetic. 

Wilbur didn’t say anything to his idiotic, clingy question, simply held still a moment before slipping down to sit side by side with him. Some of the panic in Tommy’s chest ebbed. “My memories catch up to me in a bad way at night, so I don’t sleep by you lot as a precaution. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“Oh.” He’s not leaving. He’s not. And he never will. Stop being dense. Questions -accusations- like that aren’t going to make him like you. “That sounds, uh, responsible.” His eyes felt heavy. 

“Yeah. Well. You just happened to catch me leaving this time, that’s all, guess you fell asleep early. You, erm, get a lot of nightmares.” It was tentative, trailing up at the end like a question but not daring to be directly so. 

“Sorry, I didn’t meant to-”

“Already up, remember?” And he didn’t say anything further. He didn’t have to, the silent question hanging over the conversation. But Wilbur didn’t ask, and Tommy suspected he never would for all the curiosity he had. Wilbur didn’t talk about the Foundation, and he would never force anyone else to. Tommy was thankful for that. Sometimes Tubbo got pushy about it, convinced he needed to discuss it in order to feel better. Quite honestly, sometimes it just made him feel worse. He figured they were probably right in the long run, but it was exhausting. He didn’t know how to talk about it sometimes. Sorry my screaming woke you up. I was simply reliving one of the countless times the Foundation pushed me to the brink of death just to remind me that they could kill me at any moment. And obviously he couldn’t say that, he wasn’t some edgy brat trying to get attention. Tommy didn’t want to be interesting. It was a dangerous thing to be. “I think, sometimes, you’re braver than me,” Wilbur admitted. “Confronting things I’d never face.”

“Or ‘m too slow to outrun them,” Tommy mumbled, biting back a yawn. 

“You’re falling asleep sitting up,” Wilbur noted. 

“‘m talking to you. It can wait.”

“You can talk while lying down.” Tommy realized the worth of the statement, and decided to act upon it, falling against The Blade’s side. He and Wilbur chatted, though the conversation listed to the side, Tommy’s answers fading into mumbles. 

Reality dissolved into snatches, and at one point Tommy was lucid enough to realize the world was silent. He jolted awake, head twisting in search until he realized Wilbur was still there. Relief soothed the groggy worry. “Keep talkin’,” Tommy drowsily demanded. “It’s comfortin.”

Wilbur half laughed in the soft whispers they’d adopted. “I can’t carry a conversation all by myself.” Tommy fully intended to offer a solution, but found consciousness slipping away from him again. But in the odd moments where he drew back to the woken world, not quite breaching to the other side, he could hear the soothing murmurs of words that didn’t make sense. 

Later, Tommy once again touched upon lucidity only to realize Wilbur had stopped talking. Instead, his voice drifted out, low and sweet, in a song that settled over Tommy. The lullaby never broke a whisper, never dared to wake anyone else. He drifted back off, content. The lyrics held no meaning to Tommy, but they held affection, and that was enough. 

Wilbur himself almost nodded off. His fault, really, for singing the lullaby Philza had always lured him to sleep with when he was little. In the faint moonlight, a flash of a fond grin. He wanted to stay, to sing to Tommy so that the nightmares might be held at bay. 

But any longer and Wilbur too might drift off. He couldn’t risk it. 

The song petered out, and he waited to see if Tommy would wake. The boy shifted a little, but it was only to snuggle a little closer into The Blade. “Sweet dreams,” Wilbur murmured, then rose, stalking off into the night.

[pheenick]

a byproduct of making daemon aus for all your ocs is that since most of them fall in the masc category, you end up with a lot of girlies. all with their own distinct personalities and dynamics...it's neat

[inquisitorismone]

truly the tragedy of alistair thinking everyone kept him a secret because he was a threat to cailan's reign and that everyone coddled him and pushed him away or resented him. and then i think back to before ostagar when alistair wasn't there and duncan introduced my warden to cailan who said "we'll send our best. she'll go with alistair"

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

I like how every generation of Batboys (Dick & Jason, Jason & Tim, Tim & Damian) has this common interpretation that's like, they will fight and argue and wield bitterness like a sword (sometimes along with real swords), but they will also 100% lose their crap on anyone else who hurts each other

[yes-i-have-thoughts]

@horror-theorist

[urfavrtlittlesister]

🐶🐾🎀🧁

dum littl sistr that wans 2 b jus liek her okdr brother, wearin all his clothes n stealing all his lingo! little sister that calls herself ur little brother cus she wans to get girls just like older bruver (˶˃⤙˂˶)

wna b liek him so much n he tells mi only way 2 be as awesum as him is 2 take his seed n b quiet while he plays wif me >//~//<

[jungle-angel]

The One With The Home Movies (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett find some old home movies of his parents and decide to watch them

Warnings: Pregnancy, birth, mentions of custody battles, Royal being a pain in Cecelia's ass etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @bradleybeachbabe @callmemana @attapullman

"Jeebus, Mary and Joseph, how fuckin hard is it to find a fuckin Disney movie in this house?" Rhett muttered under his breath as he went through the box of video tapes in the closet.

His efforts weren't proving much as he tried to find a movie that wouldn't scare the bejesus out of Amy, despite the fact that she was only six months old and wouldn't be paying attention. Hercules? That was always a good one.

"The hell?"

He pulled a videotape from the box, the masking tape on the side labeled "Roy and Cece, '92-'93". He set it aside and kept searching, finding a bunch of others labeled with his parents' names and their dates stretching all the way back to at least 1985.

"Whatcha lookin for Rhett?" Royal asked him.

"Tryna find a movie for Amy, all I found was uh......Hercules and......this," Rhett answered.

Royal took the tape from him, laughing a little. "Not sure if she's gonna wanna watch this," he chuckled. "Completely forgot about this one."

"What? Ya'll made a sex tape back in the day?"

Rhett laughed as Royal swatted at him, missing him by barely an inch. "You're somethin else boy," Royal told him. "I'll pop it in after lunch and we'll see what's on it."

As soon as his father's back was turned, Rhett made a face and thrust his hips back and forth, thinking Royal wouldn't notice.

As soon as lunch was over and Amy had been put upstairs for a nap, you and Rhett gathered in the living room with his parents to see what horrors lay in wait on the videotape.

"Hope it still works," Cecelia said, crawling under the fuzzy throw blanket with Royal.

The VCR clicked and the video began playing, the date April of 1992 displayed across the bottom corner of the screen. You and Rhett were shocked when you saw a very young Cecelia Abbott appear on screen, holding a little stick in her hand and the voice of a small toddler running around and babbling in the background.

"Alright what's up?" asked Royal's voice. "Is it showin?"

"Yep, there it is," Cecelia answered, showing him the stick. "Showin positive."

"Oh my God," Royal chuckled. "Oh holy shit......I didn't think doin it like we did would work......"

"Oh Dad that's nasty!!!" Rhett blurted out, laughing.

"What? I didn't think it would," Royal said before Cecelia smacked his shoulder.

You laughed too, turning your attention back to the TV, the footage cutting to some time later in June, showing Royal and Cecelia in Montana with John and Evelyn Dutton.

"Oh God, I remember that day," Cecelia chuckled. "I miss her so bad."

"Yeah, get it! Get it! Show it off!" Royal's voice told her.

You both laughed as young Cecelia showed off her unnoticeable bump along with Evelyn, the two of them bantering with their husbands.

"So this was with you?" you asked Rhett.

"Yep," he answered, a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Oh God here we go," Royal said. "This was the day Perry found out he was getting a baby brother."

You giggled a little when you saw the date of August, 1992 on the bottom of the screen, Royal still behind the camera and Cecelia pointing out all the details in the sonogram photo in her hands.

"What am I seein?" Royal asked.

"Right there," Cecelia said, pointing it out.

"Right where?"

"Right there! Look with your eyes ya moron," Cecelia chuckled.

"OOOOOH!!!" Royal exclaimed. "Oh jeebus!!! He's fuckin flashin us!"

You and Rhett laughed as his parents rolled their eyes.

"I no wanna baby bruver!" the two year old in the video pouted.

"Well, you're gettin a baby brother Per," Royal told him.

"No I not."

"Yeah you are."

It continued like that for a good minute and a half, you and Rhett shaking your heads.

"And that is where your father learned quickly, never to pick a fight with a two year old," Cecelia laughed.

Back to the TV your eyes turned with more footage to come, jumping quick from August to December. "Oh God I remember that year," Cecelia groaned. "My mother had me on bedrest after Alabama defeated the Hurricanes."

"You know you're gonna need to quit scarin us right?" Royal said, his nose pressed against Cecelia's bump, herself half hidden as she held the video camera. She laughed when he gave her an annoyed side-eyed look, the fabric of her denim shirt stretching when the baby's foot nudged against his father's nose.

"Ya'll see what the little fucker just did?" he asked.

"No I did not just feel my lungs getting rearranged and moved in fifteen different directions," Cecelia laughed.

"He keeps it up I'm giving him his eviction notice."

"Ya'll will do no such thing," Cecelia told him. "If I go into early labor it's on you and you're taking Perry for an entire month."

"Yes dear," Royal sighed.

"Jeez ya'll must've been those last few weeks, huh?" Rhett asked his father.

"Try the last month," Royal answered.

"Oh jeez here it comes," Cecelia laughed.

You and Rhett were squirming a little when the video cut to the day Rhett was born, January 29th of '93. The footage showed poor Cecelia all laid up in her bed, the very same room upstairs in the house that hadn't changed in the last 31 years, laying on her side and her hand on her belly as she tried to plow through the labor pains.

"So.....ya'll want me to get a double wide shot o' this or pan down?" Royal asked before she flipped him the bird.

"If ya'll get even so much as one shot of anything comin out down there, I'm gonna kick your ass," Cecelia groaned.

You and Rhett couldn't help but laugh when suddenly it cut to the actual birth footage. "OH GOD DAD!!!! FAST FORWARD!!! FAST FORWARD!!!!" Rhett blurted out.

"I'm tryin! I'm tryin!" Royal insisted, trying to use the remote to fast forward.

Cecelia laughed a little. "Revenge, thirty something years in the making," she chuckled.

When Royal was finally able to fast forward through the nasty parts, he stopped at the one part that had you melting and Rhett's cheeks growing hot with embarrassment. You couldn't believe how adorable Rhett was as a newborn, his face pinker than the sunset and a head full of dark hair, all snuggled under his little blanket.

"Aw look how cute you were?" you teased.

Rhett felt a flush of heat going from his cheeks down to his chest.

"Yeah he was cute but when he turned two, he turned into a lil devil," Cecelia joked.

Now it was yours, Rhett's and Cecelia's turn to embarrass Royal when a shot of him holding Baby Rhett came on the screen, the tiny little baby practically being swallowed up by his blanket and his father's arms all at once.

"Are ya'll cryin?" Cecelia asked, aiming the camera at her husband and newborn son.

"Nope," Royal croaked.

"Bullshit, you're cryin," Cecelia chuckled.

You went through the rest of the video, all of you half laughing and half crying. It was a part of your in-laws' past that you had never seen before, a side of them that had only returned when Perry had been kicked out of the house.

"Are you actually crying?" you asked, noting the misty look in your husband's eyes.

"Darlin I'm fuckin laughin," Rhett chuckled.

"Bullshit, I know you better than that," you laughed, kissing him on the lips.

You couldn't see it, but the smiles on Royal and Cecelia's faces said it all.

[slimesaysthings]

S: "--he feels like a bruver. A bruver? A brother from another mother--"

[Mariana pauses video]

M:"Quien es el que no habla ingles, motherfucker? Who is the motherfucker who doesn't know English, you or me?" M:... M:"What happened? Are you Mexican? Are you Mexican? Are you hiding things to your community? Are you Mexican, motherfucker? Bastard?"

[itscolossal]

In ‘Home,’ Animator Anita Bruvere Weaves a Poetic Story of Immigration through Stop-Motion Scenes

[deeeens]

bruver + sister!!! abby is just adorable I love the inclusion of her character

[lewinblue]

Sunny my dear I can't help myself with this, it's been eating me all day. I keep thinking about Dad!Ben Mears and how the rest of the gang would react to Baby Matthew arriving in the family and in the days after (lol).

-Eva Miller would be screaming like a banshee. She's totally excited when she learns she's gonna be a grandma and although she's excited, Mr. Burke is laughing and he's like "Man I'm really gettin too old for this shit" (lol).

-When Ben and wifey tell Mark and Randy that they're gonna be big brothers, Randy literally blurts out "OH SHIT I GONNA BE A BIG BRUVER!" Father Callahan spit his drink out with that one.

-Randy will literally rest his head on you when you start showing. He still claims mommy ate a watermelon with legs. Ben does the same but he loves kissing your bump and smiling when he feels the baby kicking.

-The day you told everyone, Mabel Wertz went to the craft store and got what she could afford for yarn an started knitting. She's got grandkids herself so she knits and crochets frequently (she even made all of Randy's winter stuff) so you guys end up with all the little sweaters, mittens, hats and socks as well as blankies.

-Loretta Starcher called from the library as you were getting closer to your due date and had asked if you wanted a bunch of old books for Baby Matthew's nursery. You took them and lo and behold, every single one of them had been books that she kept because they had Ben's name in them and all his birthdays from when he was little.

-Ben stayed with you the entire time you were in labor. He kept feeding you as many ice chips as he could and rubbing your lower back. When you had to stand up, he let you lean against him.

-He cried so hard when the baby was born. The minute Ben heard him cry, he knew he loved the both of you to the moon and back.

-You were MELTING when you saw him doing skin-on-skin with the baby, sitting in the rocker near the window at night. His big giant hands almost covered Baby Matthew.

-You guys had sooooooo many visitors the next day. Eva almost fainted when she saw the baby and you guys took tons of pictures of Randy and Mark holding their new baby brother. Mr. Burke had memorized "Goodnight Moon" and while he was holding his little namesake, he got him to go to sleep by telling the story to the baby.

-When Baby Matthew came home, you guys were unbelievably lucky to have tons of help around the house. Eva and Mabel had the laundry covered and Father Callahan had completely taken over the kitchen (that man can meal prep like nobody's business).

Sunny I could go on with this but there's so much here I could do a whole novel on it (lol).

Everyone is so excited about the idea of a new little baby around. After the events of the novel, they all form a close knit family so everyone’s emotions are high.

Randy is definitely the little toddler that goes “I don’t want it. I’m the baby!” Until you explain all the stuff a new sibling can do with him. Especially because the gap between him and Mark is so big, he ends up getting left behind a bit but baby Mears is within 2 or maybe 3 years of him so they’re gonna be stuck like glue to each other.

When baby Matthew Mears makes his grand appearance everyone cries. 1) because everyone lost someone in the events previous and the idea that new life can be brought in is emotional. 2) Matthew is the cutest and chunkiest baby ever. And 3) When he finds out about the name, Mr. Burke finally cries. He says it’s allergies but no one believes him.

[bradshawsbaby]

Sarah, I swore I was gonna wait with this one but unfortunately I'm an impulsive little squirrel who can't wait more than two seconds (lol).

I had a thought of Rhett going through an old videotape box that was in the closet because you and him wanted to watch a movie. You and him found a VHS tape with a little piece of masking tape on it that said "Roy and Cece '92-'93" so you, Rhett and his parents decide you're gonna sit down and watch it.

You were totally unprepared for the hilarity that was to ensue.

-You and Rhett absolutely DYING when you saw a shot of Cecelia, eight months pregnant with Rhett, folding up the baby clothes in the nursery and young Royal singing "She's havin my baby". Cecelia threw her shoe at him not two seconds later

-Royal filming two year old Perry who was all pouty and complaining, "I don't wanna stinky baby bruver". Royal learned very quickly that you don't pick a fight with a two year old

-Royal's old pit bull "Chubby" resting his head on Cecelia's bump and freaking out when Baby Rhett kicks

-Cecelia in labor, trying to breathe through the pains and Royal being like "So ya'll want me to get a double wide shot or pan down?". She promptly flipped him the bird and told him "Ya'll get a shot of anything.....and I mean ANYTHING.....coming out down there and I'm gonna kick your ass."

But when you finally see footage of tiny Baby Rhett in Royal's arms, you and him are both laughing and melting all at once, because Cecelia had taken over the filming and young Royal was outright denying that he was crying to which Cecelia laughed and called bullshit. When you heard Royal singing to Baby Rhett too, you knew right then and there that deep down your father-in-law was the biggest softie you'd ever know (lol).

Aww, this is so adorable! 🥹

On the show, I know that Rhett always gets the short end of the stick and his family takes him for granted, but I can’t help but hope that they’ll manage to make things right with him. It’s the sap in me 😂

[illogicallyinclined]

FUDBDJRJRJDJ GOOD LUCK ON YOUR INTERVIEW YOURE GONNA KILL IT (and then resuscitate it! Get it? Bc it's for med school? No? I'll show myself out-)

Could we perchance get some of you Goalie Boy Thoughts™️? I have missed this au lmao

Even if not, sleep well, get plenty of rest, drink water, and crush that interview, babe!!!!!!!! <333333333 you got this!

bruvers :')

Logan's great at interviews, but Remy's gotten into the habit of hovering behind the camera Just In Case Logan ever looks uncomfortable at a question and he needs to step in

i've mentioned that the goalie boys nap together before, but i should add that Remy has a habit of burying himself under Logan as though he were the human embodiment of a weighted blanket

speaking of sleep, when Remy settles in for the night, he mutes messages from everyone but Logan and Emile; (he would rather DIE than leave Logan on read when he needs him)

whenever Logan visits Remy at the Starbucks he works at, Remy always brings him some sort of drink with a cutesie nickname written on the side of the cup, (like "cutie pie" or "honeybee"); Remy announces it loudly from the counter, too -- "one nitro cold brew with vanilla for my Cinnamon Bun" -- and Logan is equal parts mortified and endeared

for the Longest Time, Remy was the only teammate that Logan would go to for help putting on chokers that tied on; (Logan doesnt like having people near his neck for a few reasons, but Remy is an exception)

sometimes, if Remy can sense that Logan is getting agitated, he'll interlock their fingers to help him keep grounded; (Logan returns the favor when he can tell that Remys feeling overwhelmed)

Logan will absolutely cave for Remy over basically anything if asked nicely/lovingly bullied hard enough

[inhumanhacker]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . // for big bruver Jacob <3 Joey and his lil forehead kisses!! he loves his family sm it's painful 😭

"Something wrong, Joseph?" The elder Seed was still not entirely comfortable with affection even if it came from his brothers.