#but it is legitimately how love for me works

[rainytomorrows]

Deadpool / Wolverine x reader | Domestic headcanons

I am legitimately moments from collapse so I will cope. Again. Domestic headcanons!!

Can't lie to y'all I'm a big fan of the poolverine x reader poly trope so. This is all made with that in mind.

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Wade > Will make you food sometimes to cheer you up, but it's just straight childish. Hot chocolate with a mountain of whipped cream and chocolate shavings, a stack of pancakes (a full foot taller than it needs to be) with yet another mountain of whipped cream and syrup, the type of stuff you only expect in some old cartoon > Comes home with the DUMBEST socks. You have to physically pull him away from those stores that specialize in funky socks. He came home with 5 different hero themed socks once (One was him, obviously. He had a wolverine one, Spiderman, Thor, and one pair of Jesus socks whom he claimed was also a superhero) > Butterfly kiss bandit. One kiss is NEVER enough for this asshole. At the least, if you dare try to give him one (1) kiss on the lips before going somewhere, he follows you when you pull away. Does that make sense? Like, you kiss him and as you're pulling away he'll follow to press another kiss, and however many he can get in before you're actually pushing him away. > Or Logan has to punch him to get his own kiss in > So annoying. If you spend too long without giving him attention, you can't expect to work on ANYTHING alone > Laying on your lap when you sit to work, draping himself over you if you stand up to work on something, practically a blanket if you're laying down to work on something > Very thoughtful gift giver though. Maybe he can't always afford some expensive gift, but, he always comes back from cheap stores (Dollar tree, Salvation Army, that strange family owned second hand store that Logan swears smells like blood somewhere) with something strangely catered to you. Funny trinket weirdly related to a story you told about one you'd seen in a store back on a trip out of state when you didn't have enough money and was heartbroken to come home without. A shirt that would fit perfect with those pants you just bought (he adores everything you wear and can only hope to cheer you up with more) > For SURE replaced your underwear with the dumbest merchandise you've ever seen once. I'm fully convinced. At least put it in with the rest. I can't imagine he wouldn't find some corny ass Deadpool thong and beg you to try it on. No one is sure if he just finds it funny or actually thinks it's cool.

Logan > Much more sensible when it comes to making you food. Knows how to make a good home cooked meal, some recipes he gained along the way like some grandma with a box of old stained recipe sheets > Makes tea for sure. Gruff as hell but, when he's really needed, he shows up with a hot cup. Tries to make himself all tough, like if it's been a long week. "Chamomile. Helps you calm down, or some shit." > He has pride. He might act like he's constantly annoyed by the two of you, but god forbid he seems like a bad boyfriend. Ever. > "I can hold my own bags?" "Fucking give them to me." > Like aggressively gentlemanly. Has the spirit just not the vocab > Lets Wade know if he thinks he's doing a terrible job as a boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, they love each other. They're each other's boyfriends too. But sometimes Logan feels like a glorified coach. > Wade will be particularly annoying one day, you had a LONG ass shift, and he's attention starved. You're clearly not having it, when Wade's draping himself over your shoulder while you're cooking and Jesus Christ this guy is heavy. You barely have time to react when Logan is throwing him over his shoulder lumberjack style. "Get the hell off" (He's already off, thanks to Logan) > Wade convinced him to wear a cop outfit once as a joke because of how he acts on dates and the such ('policing' wade and his behavior), but, ended up being too into it. Both of them. While still a little embarrassed, Logan could fit the role and Wade couldn't fit in his pants anymore. > Definitely tries to get you to the gym with him, however hard that is > If you like going: He just kinda tries to join you, almost lost puppy esque. If you don't, he's nearly bribing you to come along with him. I feel like he's the type to just have a little home gym though. Doesn't strike me as a public workout guy. I wouldn't know. > I'm unsure how to word this- I think he's a demanding cuddler. You are NOT in charge. He's holding you like a teddy bear, not as in like hugging- like you're his stuffy or something. You're almost unsure it counts so much as cuddling, so much as him just holding you. Does that make sense? You're near rag dolling when he cuddles with you because he just refuses to let someone else have control while cuddling, not as an insecurity thing that's just how he likes to cuddle > He will let you have control on occasion if it's clearly been a hard day. You may hold him if someone was a jerk to you today (Wade doesn't count. "you chose to let him live here instead of sleeping outside." "Hey!") > Don't try and excuse it with "I have to make breakfast" he'll just get up still holding you. Like the stubborn ass he and Wade always are. He's awkwardly holding you under your armpits (hugging you like a kid in the hallway holds their stuffy) as if that's supposed to be the optimal way to cook. Still has that gruff look the whole time btw ♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡

Hope you guys enjoyed, as always! I live to fill the heart and soothe the soul. Let me know if you guys want a part two- I may be able to crank some more out. Have a good day/night, and a great life!!

[ahamkara-apologist]

Everyone in my notes rn:

But yeah y'all articulated some points that I think I was struggling to come across, which is that the fact that what makes Eramis's past as a mother important isn't so much that she's A Mom(tm) (though she is naturally a caretaker/protector, which has a major overlap), it's that her past experiences as a mother greatly inform her decisions and actions. While it is still a core part of her and is essential to understanding her pain, her motivations, and how she works with other people, the major point of relevance that this fact has is how it enhances her leadership and what it thematically means for the fate of the Eliksni, which is a title that she shares with Misraaks.

What I really like too is how the game itself presents this fact. Almost all of our interactions with Eramis show us, first and foremost, the fact that she is a powerful leader, a formidable warrior, and a cunning politician. She's fierce, she's angry, she's full of rightous hatred, she's stubborn as a brick wall and she will do whatever it takes to see her goals bear fruit. We hear from the Brays about how dangerous she is and how she needs to be broken, we fight her and she roars at us about how we brought nothing but ruin to her kind, of how much she hates gods and all their meddling and the ruin they bring. Variks has us break her, and then he has us break her House.

And then it gives us an exotic armour piece called 'Athrys's Embrace,' which has only an old Eliksni lullaby as its loretab. And then it shows us this.

And then it contextualizes a lot more things that we might have brushed over before. Why Riis-Reborn was so successful, before the Darkness got its hooks in her: why the Witness was able to lure her so easily into thoughts of empires and vengence. She's not just your typical power-hungry Kell- when she spoke of breaking chains and creating a refuge for her people, she was being genuine. She does not care about her own status, but to ensure that her people are not helpless. When she tempers herself and speaks softly to Eido, it's not because she's being manipulative or just tolerating her, it's because she's a genuinely kind person who has been broken and starved and hurting for so long that she's caught in perpetual fight-or-flight mode. The fact that she was known to be a nurturing, loving mother and wife gives us a window into the nature of her grief and allows us to understand her flawed worldview and biases, but that's not what her character is entirely about- it's not even what's driving her right now. Who she is now is the Kell of House Salvation. Her lost family is merely a facet of who she is outside of that.

One thing else that I kind of noticed that's more a D2 appreciation thing is that D2 has, by far, the most amount of female characters in it where being a mother or caretaker figure is not essential to their storyline or motivations. Eramis legitimately is the only one that I can think of off of the top of my head. Most of our ladies are either entirely childless and show no inclinations to change that, are traumitized by being forced into the role of a mother figure at far too young of an age (Mara), or do not have a motherly vibe to them in the slightest. Hell, even most of the moms we have are kinda pretty terrible- just look at Inaaks and Savathun (Savathun especially is god fucking awful at being a mom. Like. She has negative mom rizz its kinda insane). Eramis is the only one who gives me actual mom vibes out of the whole cast and it's something that I really, really enjoy, bc unlike the rest of the female cast, it actually has thematic implications for the wider works than just shoehorning her into the role bc that's what women do

okay disclaimer: ik that categorizing female characters as the 'mom friend/figure' is a legit disease in fandom caused by general misogynistic views of female characters, and it's something that personally greatly irritates me bc its not only awful to do, it also tends to ruin the characters its put upon. ESPECIALLY in D2, which is outstanding in its cast of strong female characters

however. in the case of Eramis, I do believe that the fact that she was a mother and is a genuinely caring, nurturing person at heart is something that is a deeply important core part of her character, as well as thematically important to the future of the Eliskni moving forward. It's important because in her case, I believe that her motherly inclinations are why, pre-Witness-whispering-through-the-Darkness, Eramis was such a successful kell- because unlike some other kells who sought a future for the Eliksni via domination, her main focus for them was to create a haven for her people that could be defended from Lightbearers. Riis-Reborn wasn't something to sniff at- it was the closest thing to an actual Eliksni city in a very long while. What got her was her trauma of the Whirlwind and her desire to destroy the Traveler to level the playing field for everyone involved- trauma that the Witness preyed upon in order to get to us. Like a parasite, seeking its secondary host. Eramis certainly is not the only Eliksni who lost her family during the Whirlwind, but I think that her specific brand of anger is closest to that of a mother lion whose cubs are in danger, and is lashing out in a furious fight-or-flight reflex at anything that she perceives as a threat. It's just that in this case, her 'cubs' were the Eliksni as a whole, and the threat she perceived before the Witness started torturing her was the Traveler.

I also think that her relationship with parenthood also makes for a very interesting character contrast to Misraaks (aka the other successful kell viewed as a source of hope for the Eliksni), and helps to set them up as antiparallels to each other. Eramis was a gentle, nurturing mother with a reverence for the Traveler who turned into the bitter, cunning warrior we see now when she lost access to her wife and children; Misraaks was a fearsome, ruthless pirate before he became a father, which gentled him and turned him towards being more pious. Eramis represents the old ways, and offers hope to the Eliksni who cannot bear to cohabitate with humanity; Misraaks represents a change in the tide, and kells the open-minded Eliksni who are willing to lay down their arms to live among the humans of Sol. Misraaks is of Light (change, forgiveness, moving forward), while Eramis is of Darkness (memory, control, looking back). They're opposites in every way except for the fact that both of them were/are amazing parents, and I'd argue that their ability to nurture and overlook others is what led to their success as kells.

Most importantly, however, is their relationship to Eido, who represents the future of the Eliksni. Misraaks was her father, and he did his best to raise her to be kind and openminded, but he also shielded her from the horrors of the past a little too well. She's outgrown that, and now that she's strong enough to handle said horrors, Eramis has been acting as a mentor to fully introduce her to the tragedy of what she lost and why elder Eliksni are so angry about it- and I don't think that she would have been receptive to Eido attempting to talk to her if it weren't for the fact that under all of her prickly armour, she's still that nurturing person at heart. It's her desire to care for others and to see a better future for her people that has kept her going despite her having no hope for herself, and it's that loving heart that has saved herself and her people from utter destruction at both our hands and Fikrul's- because if she didn't look at eido and go 'oh this child is the future of our people and i must protect her with my life', then both her and the rest of House Salvation would have been marked for death. And now here she is, continuing to care for Eido even as her father declines by telling her stories about Riis and helping her track down an apothecary to try to cure him, despite her not believing in his ways. I don't think it's entirely because she used to be a mother, but...I do think that it's playing a huge role in it.

(I also think it's personally fascinating to see how someone who used to be known for being a doting, sweet mom to her hatchlings and a caring mate to her wife can turn into someone who's a terrifying warrior on the battlefield and a cunning, politically saavy ruler, but even then, that doesn't surprise me all that much- if you've got a dearth of experience wrangling hatchlings, then being kell of a house is basically just wrangling a bunch of grown-up hatchlings. Same principles, just upped a level or two in complexity.)

[bellesdreamyprofile]

chapter 1 - 1942

It was June of 1942 when Cecilia met Elvis. The little girl was five and the sassy southern boy was seven.

It all happened by accident, one moment leading to the other. Pandora and Cecilia Martin were the newest addition to the neighborhood, though with wary glances their way. Heavy suitcases balanced on top of each other as a small hand tried to grasp at her mama's skirt.

"Cece, get the door, darling.", her mother instructed her, though the kid looked at the door and glanced back at her mama.

"Can't I hold the suitcases?", Cecilia suggested, making Pandora shake her head.

"Take the key, baby and open the door c'mon.", she had no other choice, but to obey. With the key in her hand and a last look at her mama struggling with all the weight of the suitcases, Cecilia struggled to get the key to fit in the lock.

"Mama, it don't fit.", she complained as she tried once again. Pandora's eyes glanced at her daughter.

"Try again."

"It don't work.", the little kid was legitimately playing with anxiety. The pressure of her mother's eyes on her and the key not seeming to work.

"Try again, sweetie, don't make me drop all them suitcases now.", Cecilia's shaky hand holding the key didn't seem to make the situation any better. Exasperated, Pandora moved closer, leaning most of her body weight on the door as she tried to balance the suitcases on one hand. "Give me the key, baby.", though before little Cecilia could even process her words, the door snapped open. Pandora hit the ground and one of the suitcases landed on Cece's foot. The little girl yelped at the pain and looked up at the reason that caused her mama to fall and get hurt.

A dark haired woman stood in front of her, who let out a small gasp at the sight. "Oh, sweetie, here let me help.", she moved the suitcases aside and helped Pandora up, who was blushing furiously. 

"I'm so sorry—"

"Oh, nonsense, c'mon in. All them houses look the same, don't they? C'mon in darlin'.", she motioned to Cecilia, who was also slowly turning red. Her small eyes looked up at her mama, who cleared her throat and took her daughter's hand.

"We don't really wanna bother you, Mrs..."

"Oh silly me! It's Mrs Presley, but please call me Gladys. Come in.", the woman pulled them inside and grasped Pandora's arm, showing them the way to the living room.

"I'm Pandora Martin and this is my daughter Cecilia.", she let out a deep breath, already feeling welcomed by Gladys' warm presence. They made themselves comfortable on the couch and watched the sweet woman disappear in the kitchen. Cece fiddled with her hands in her lap and looked up at Pandora.

"We almost broke in someone's house, right mama?", she innocently questioned, making her mother sigh and dryly chuckle.

"We almost did, baby, yeah."

"Hey mama, them suitcases ain't mine, I swear.", a young voice called, making Cece sit up. Could it be a trace of a possible friend?

"I know, Booby, we got guests. Please bring them in the hallway."

"Sure mama.", and the little boy listened and moved the suitcases inside. He walked to the kitchen and noticed a small smile on his mama's face. He loved seeing her genuinely happy. "Who are the guests, mama?"

"You'll see, Booby. Now, go wash your hands and come back to greet everyone properly.", Gladys told him as she set some cookies and coffee on a tray. She carried them out and placed them on the table, smiling at the little girl.

"I know I seem a lil' pushy, but that's how we are here.", Gladys laughed a little and sat on the couch, facing Pandora, who smiled sweetly at her.

"I'm loving the warm welcome, Gladys. Actually, we are, aren't we little darling?", Pandora tickled Cece's side, making the little girl blush.

"How old are you, darling?"

"I'm five.", Cece showed her palm to Gladys, who gaped at her.

"I have a son, who's seven, sweetie. He must be here somewhere— ELVIS!", Gladys called for her little boy, who ran in the living room.

"I'm right here mama.", he mumbled under his breath and walked towards his mother, standing beside her armchair.

"Greet the guests, Booby.", yet again he mumbled another 'mama' under his breath as his pale cheeks started turning pink at his mama's nickname.

"My name is Elvis.", the little boy had caught Cece's attention. Shaky feet, messy chestnut hair and bright blue eyes. He resembled a cartoon character. If not a superhero. A young one, but nevertheless one with mighty superpowers.

Pandora smiled at the boy and looked at Cece, who was hiding her face in her mother's arm. She gently caressed her hair and brought a finger under her chin. "Why don't you tell Elvis your name, darling? I'm sure he's excited to know.", the little girl opened one of her eyes and caught a look of Elvis huffing at tapping his foot. Gladys smacked his arm, glaring at him.

"Okay.", she murmured and sat up, though not making eye contact with the boy. "My name is Cece."

"What kind of name is Cece?"

"Alright. Elvis take Cece out in the backyard, won't ya? Bring the cookies with ya and get to know each other.", Gladys handed him the tray of cookies and looked expectedly at her son, who was only able to reluctantly nod his head in response. Pandora whispered some words of encouragement to her daughter, who also unwillingly stood up and moved toward Elvis. She looked up at him and wordlessly followed him in the backyard, while the two mothers talked to each other.

The backyard wasn't particularly big, but the grass was surely as green as ever in that hot summer. But what really made little Cecilia's eyes shine, was the poorly built treehouse in the corner.

"You built this?", she couldn't help but ask. Elvis looked at her from his shoulder and followed her eye line. Her tone dripped with admiration and amazement, something he hadn't heard in a good while. Her words were by no means a compliment, but they sounded like it.

He cleared his throat. "I did. My daddy helped me a little.", he admitted and looked at the tree once again. "Would you like to go up there?"

Her eyes lit up as she furiously nodded at his offer. "Yes, please."

"Alright, you go up first, I'll pass ya the cookies and then I'll climb.", Elvis quickly explained to her, yet as he looked her way, her tiny foot was already on the ladder. Once she was safely up there, she extended her arms to grasp the tray and let Elvis up as well. Now they were both settled, small hands grasping at cookie crumbs and curious eyes wandering around the tiny house.

"You did a good job.", Cece complimented him, making him look away.

"So... your name is Cece?", she turned to look at him.

"My name is Cecilia Flora Martin.", he nodded at her words.

"My name is Elvis Aaron Presley."

"I don't know why you were so worried, sweetheart, I feel like we've known each other for years.", Gladys laughed sipping her coffee. Pandora smiled, agreeing with her.

"I'm worried Cecilia ain't gonna like it here...", she sighed. "You know with the moving and- and her dad's absence... She's gonna start fresh with the school here, so there's that at least.", Pandora's words were fumbled as she tried to avert the focus on the mention of her ex-husband. Though Gladys, as curious as she was, she needed to ask in order to understand and support her as a new neighbor and friend.

"Sorry for snooping, darling, but you said dad's absence? He ain't in the picture no more...?"

Pandora pursed her lips and opted for a sip of coffee. "He, uhm, he left us. For another family.", Gladys couldn't believe her ears.

"That son of a—"

"Cece don't know that though. I just told her he had to leave and I, uhm, don't even know how to explain something as complicated as this to someone as young as her.", Pandora's eyes filled up with tears. She blinked desperately trying to get rid of them before Gladys could notice. But who could she fool.

"Oh, darling.", Gladys stood up and sat down beside her, offering her a side hug, which Pandora gladly accepted. "When the time comes I'm sure you'll know. Cecilia is a bright lil' lady, I'm sure she'll understand. Stop stressing yourself, sugar.", she wiped away her tears with her thumb. "It'll be okay."

"It'll be okay."

"I wanna be a singer someday.", Elvis let Cece know as she munched on another cookie. The two kids had spent three hours together and it felt like they belonged there together, in that hot summer weather in the little poorly-made tree house. 

The little girl's eyes lit up. "Me too!", she exclaimed, making him laugh. "I-I wanna play the guitar a-and sing a-and dance! Though mama says I should do something serious.", her revelation made his heart break a little, since that was what he kept hearing as well.

"We could sing together! We could— We could be a duo!", Elvis couldn't hold back his excitement as he had just found someone who shared his same dream and passion for music. Though that someone being five years old.

"What's a duo?"

He sighed. "When two people sing together. We could both sing and play the guitar o-or the piano.", the burst of happiness was back nonetheless. "Are you sure you wanna sing, Cece? Because that's serious."

Cece looked at him and pointed a cookie at his face. "It was me who said that first. Whadya think?", and she took a bite.

"But.", worry overtook the excitement for a second. "Would you wanna sing with me? Like in a duo?"

"Yes!", she extended her arms in the air, emphasizing her excitement. Relief fell over him as he smiled.

"What should our name be?"

"Elvis and Cece."

"No, that's too simple.", Elvis rejected her first suggestion.

"Cecee. With two "e" s at the end. Because the last one stands for your E."

"Too complicated."

"The two friends!"

"Okay, let's think of the names later...", Elvis quickly dismissed the topic. "Can you play the guitar?"

"I'm five.", she rolled her eyes. "Though my daddy bought me a guitar before he left. Mama's gonna teach me how to play."

"Where'd your daddy go?", Cece shrugged at his question. "I don't know. Mama said he had to leave."

Elvis looked down. "My daddy is in jail. I don't know when he'll come back.", he revealed, making her pout.

"I'm sorry, Elvis.", silence engulfed the two kids. The air wasn't hot anymore, no, it was tingly, full of lingering dreams and hope. He was pleasantly surprised with the maturity of her five-year old self. She wanted to be a singer, playing the guitar, while dancing. He wasn't crazy for wanting that in his life. Maybe he had found a person that finally understood him.

Maybe he had finally found a friend.

"Cece! We're going home!"

"Comin'!", the little girl set the cookie down and before she could set foot on the ladder, she turned to Elvis.

"Are we friends?"

Her little hand was outstretched as her question lingered in the air. Elvis looked at her and smiled, shaking her hand.

"We are.", he confirmed.

He had finally found a friend.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter xx

chapter 2

[earl-grey-love]

Additionally, in response to a post I made about how it took so long for me to accept/develop romantic ships w Levi and S-tan, my husband said it's because "those two are more comforting than exciting" and he was right.

[siribunbun]

"I'm putting down the bet. I'm taking the gamble. I'm claiming the win. I'll let fate spin the wheel, a daring gamble. Walking the brink of death...for rebirth.

All for the Amber Lord!"

[twilight-zoned-out]

Edwin Payne is a dweeb who gives terrible weak comebacks, who can be unnecessarily petty, or overly smug, who is inordinately pleased with himself when wearing detective gear and using scientific gear, the thought never crossing his mind that he might not look as cool as he thinks he does, who carries a continual and utter absolute delight at acting like the characters he loved to read about, who was enthralled by his magazine detective and adventure stories and who wears a similar smile when he sits on the bed watching Scooby Doo with Niko, 'these detectives are terribly clever,' whose board game collection is mostly variations of Clue, who requires payment (because any good detective is worth some kind of payment) but whose idea of payment is whatever interesting object the client offers to add to his collection, who has encyclopedic intelligence he clearly dedicated hours to learning, who has a particular way of acting and speaking like everything is of vital importance, because to him, it is.

[flickerintwilights]

on the road to hell

[daincrediblegg]

I know we've all been going insane about hari murder comeback of the century in envy of the entire wwe league but like. CAN WE FUCKING TALK ABOUT HARI "THE FUTURE IS WRITTEN EVERY SECOND! WRITE A BETTER ONE" ?!?!??!? CAN WE???? PLEASE????

[rainytomorrows]

Deadpool / Wolverine x reader | Domestic headcanons (2!!)

WOW I just got off work a bit ago (nearly midnight- employment is a curse) and I see the first was well regarded and a part two was heavily requested. I will indulge! I will also try to make this part longer as to not disappoint. One can only hope. Enjoy! I LOVE yearning and I hold romance near and dear to my heart. If I was not made to hold, then what are my hands for? CW/TW: mental illness mentions. In the name of comfort. Words: 1,320

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Wade > DUMB contact names. Unapologetically abhorrent. I'm so 100% sure Logan's contact was 'wolvie-bear' with like 17 emojis at one point > Don't help him tie any ties if you need to be somewhere. Let Logan do it. He's such a perv you can't do anything without him all over you > Not romanticizing perverts I just truly think he loves you so much and he goes actually crazy over ANYTHING > As in legitimate wattpad smut fic writer level crazy. Once you came home from work covered in actual mud because of some jackass driver who'd sped past you (like in the cartoons where there's also a puddle and it splashes you). Wade had you on the nearest table so quickly he broke it. Logan would have lectured him if he could get a word in. > I think people forget Wade is both gay and mentally ill. Like everyone knows sure but I'm not sure it's something everyone really processes at all. I really like the idea that he's great as a partner if you have some intense mental issues > Maybe not great- he's not well tuned into emotions all the time. But, he knows pretty well how it all feels. Even if it was played as some funny bit- he did kind of try to commit like multiple times. I think if you have a habit of embarrassing breakdowns that make you insecure about the idea of having a partner see it, he'd be the perfect guy. This is the mental illness master. > Like, he cannot be serious ever. But, you're on the floor from the worst depressive/dissociative episode ever? He knows, no it's not embarrassing. Yes you can lay in his lap. He knows where to draw the line- on occasion. It won't get mentioned again later. > (Assuming you are like me- hehehehe giggles I want some personal attention) You had a REALLY bad episode once. Like- babbling on the floor level. You really tried to hide it buttttt they're two superpowered dudes that won't ever work. Wade stayed by your side for two days straight (god bless, it was your days off you didn't miss anything). Logan helped out with food and such. You claimed to be ready to go to work the next day, but Wade was NOT having it. He called your work while you were in the bathroom and faked extreme illness. "Y/N can't come to the phone, they've lost their voice. Yes I know. Yes it's terrible." > "I need the money!" He's speaking with Weasel already. Nothing an extra gig can't fix,,, > Will commit to ANY bit with AND for you. Don't even mention something to him that you aren't 100% willing to do. > You once told him you thought it'd be funny if one of you said "your mommy pick that out for you?" in that annoying nerd voice to someone in uniform. Obviously- you meant like a subway or a McDonalds uniform. He said it to an army officer. > Wade makes me think of Radiohead a lot. Cannot lie. He's kissed you and Logan to "all I need" by them once. It was playing on your Spotify he couldn't help himself. Who can ever truly blame him for breaking the fourth wall with such poetic coincidence? Logan didn't want any part but Wade didn't want him to be excluded, so a portion of the song was to kiss you and a good half was spent chasing Logan down to kiss him too > I am so connected to music I apologize. I think the three of you would be like the song 'world/insured' by Alex G. Can't decide yet if the actual song meaning applies here too but the vibe......... suspiciously throuple action in a suspiciously this in specific way > Wears whatever the hell you want him to. Will buy it himself if you mention it. I'm so dead serious > You made a joke about a sexy nurse outfit. He did not take it as a joke. Guess what he was wearing when you had to stay home sick. (Picture it) > He's still insecure sometimes please tell him he's handsome

Logan > I'm torn between Logan's contacts being short and sweet or legit just your names. Or the happy medium- normally it's just something like 'hun' or 'love', but when he's mad at one of you it's your name. Wade broke Logan's mug once and his contact name was just 'Wilson.' for a month. One would see this as plain petty but it truly works on Wade > Ohhhhh he writes poetry and will shoot himself whether or not it works if one of you finds it > Both because he has edgy pieces that would paint him in such a similar light to emos on Tumblr in 2015, and also because he's written some nice ass poetry about how much he loves you guys. Don't let him know if you find it he'll lock himself in a room without food or water for a week > Way worse with emotions. Almost inclined to say don't ask him. But he cares, he's a girl dad y'know. He'll probably be bad at it, holding you awkwardly (like a mannequin who's just gotten a fleshy body and isn't entirely sure how to move it's arms) > He isn't talking. He has no idea what to say. If Wade isn't there to help out, he wishes he was. > Speaking of, I can't lie this head canon hurts me a little as someone who never wants kids ever. He definitely wants a daughter. He for SURE wants a little girl whether or not he knows that. > I personally think he's trans. So in the case he is and you are too, he helps a lot with that. Wade is a cis man, he can research but he has no real clue. Logan can't get top surgery because of his healing factor, but because of his healing factor he can bind however long he wants to > Likes to stare and observe a lot. He knows your face in a dark room, and he knows the sound of your breath in a crowded room. He KNOWS you. > Almost creepy sometimes. You woke up once and he was dead staring into your soul. It was two in the morning. You maybe by accident punched him in the nose in fear. > Even if he really doesn't, he trusts you two. That's not something he finds in a lot of people. Every time he 'begrudgingly' agrees to try something you want him to check out- remember that he agreed one way or another. If he doesn't want to do something, he won't. > Won't go to pride. Not sure why. I just can't see it. Why go to pride if we got RuPaul at home? "I know I'm gay. And Wade makes sure everyone else does too." > Always returns shopping carts > I think he doesn't half ass shit, sometimes he can choose when he thinks something doesn't require or call for full effort, but he doesn't half ass > Ohhhh angst he is like a caged animal and he is secretly so scared > Affection does not come easy to him. Loving someone is scary. Who was around to tell him how to? > Sometimes you wanna kiss him but he's like a wounded animal. Someone help him I beg. He has his big bad wolf act but you both see it. He has no idea how to react to love and affection. It takes time, you'll get there. > He needs to be sick, honestly. He doesn't but that's how he acts. He's not a 'fix-it-project', that's a cruel way to see someone. But GOD he needs help. Show him how to have a healthy relationship with others and himself. > Chooses the two of you over everything. He won't make that mistake twice. EVEN IF HE WON'T SHOW ITTTT > Wears one of those eye masks to bed btw hehehe ♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡

Sorry if this was short! I have to be up early again for work tomorrow and I need to sleep ASAP. Loved making this again! I could honestly maybe even make a third. It's possible chat. Love you guys! Your support keeps me going for sure. Still crawling out of that hole- fanfic may be the solution. MUCHHH love! Have a good day/night, and a great life!

[fennthetalkingdog]

I'm just figuring out how important music is in my life! This is coming from a long while trying to cut down on my music use, mostly because I was listening to it so much that it felt more like I couldn't do anything without popping in some earbuds, and partially because of other personal reasons. Some of my routines changed, forcing me to not listen to music while doing certain things, and it ended up becoming that besides working on homework or drawing, I didn't listen to music at all. But I've given myself a break today since I have nothing to do and since, for reasons, I'm feeling just a lil crappy today—and boy, I'm starting to realize again just why I love music!!

I love the diverse music taste I've developed over the years! My family is not only big about music but big about listening to it loud, so the majority of my music taste for most of my life has just been Christian hiphop (Lecrae, KB, Andy Mineo, Trip Lee, and ironically Tonex, whose album where he was struggling hard with his gayness has been my favorite concert movie since I was 5) and gospel music (Kirk Franklin, Tye Tribbett, etc.). And music was one of the few connections between me and my race (I grew up feeling pretty estranged from my blackness as a kid, but the popular songs they played at the YMCA in the 2010s were some of the few things I could use to feel more connected) and between me and my classmates/friends at the Y (I still have fond memories of playing FNAF songs in mat forts and reciting lyrics at pool parties). But I got tired of knowing I could never bond with anyone besides family friends music taste-wise when I was in high school, and so I started listening to secular music on my own time. And that's how I first found Ghost and Pals, a vocaloid artist and one of the first secular music folks I listened to as a kid (can you smell the religious trauma yet? Lol), and that's how I bonded with one of my best friends in early college (ironically, also my first time being publically queer). Now I listen to Kpop, anime songs, songs from warriors MAPs, songs from musicals (Hamilton and In the Heights <3), latin songs, metal songs, and even some secular songs young me would've been too scared to listen to.

And music has always been one of my biggest sources of stimming! I can't dance to save my life, but music will sure get me to flick my fingers and hit my fist against my shoulder furiously. Music was one of the first clues that I like stimming with vibration too (since I love laying against the car door and turning up the music loud enough to feel the world shake around me). And music was one of the first things that made me look into ADHD or autism (specifically, listening to Ghost and Pals songs for a month straight and getting my friend at early college [who also has ADHD] to start looking at me funny when I was discovered doing chores and listening to one of three songs for the fifth time). Music is so cool it'll get me to wax poetically. It was one of the things that kept me together during my roughest times and soothed me during my best. I listen to it while I write, while I cry, while I hang out with my friends and family and while I chill by myself. It's how I relax after a long day, and it's how I feel safe. I feel kinda emotional finally having music hit that spot in me without feeling like I need it to do stuff.

[derpinette]

girls being nice to me gets me higher than ecstasy ever could

[deoidesign]

I adore reading your rambling tags, don't stop posting things there 😩

Don't you worry. I think I might be incapable of stopping idk what happened I never used to tag ramble

[moe-broey]

It's like.

Sharena is Alfonse and Lif's sister (complicated on Lif's end but roll w me here) but neither Alfonse/Lif would consider each other brothers because they're one and the same. I think something similar happened with Peony and Sharena, where they started out as two people but became so intertwined and entangled that they became each other. Alfonse is Sharena's brother, unshakable, by choice now. Nothing will change the fact that, at one point, Sharena stopped swapping with Peony. Nothing changes the fact that at one point, that's the Sharena he grew up with, that he knows as his sister now. And even before then, "What's mine is yours". Alfonse was Peony's brother, so Alfonse is Sharena's brother. Unbeknownst to him, he had two sisters. Up until A Point.

So, in a similar way that Sharena is a sister to both Alfonse and Lif but Alfonse and Lif aren't brothers, Peony is Alfonse's sister but not Sharena's sister. Fused (Sharena and Peony) or Died (Alfonse and Lif). What does this make Triandra to Sharena? Another estranged sibling essentially, just like Peony and Alfonse, especially by "What's mine is yours" rules. Triandra was Sharena's sister. So Triandra is Peony's sister. What does this make Alfonse and Triandra? Technically unrelated. If the divorce game is insane you can have Sibling A be halfsies with Sibling B (eg: shared dad different moms) and Sibling B can have a Sibling C (same mom different dads) and Siblings A and C are literally unrelated (no shared parents between them). To me I like to think of Alfonse and Triandra as distant cousins. That is not how that works in this example but this is my belief based on vibes alone.

And man don't even get me started on how Triandra and Peony feel like half-siblings despite being (presumably) full siblings but Freyja fucking took her sister in the divorce (sibling. Divorce. Well. At least they're not together.)

[rpfisfine]

an artist

[unashamedly-enthusiastic]

Whenever I see a picture of a beautiful pie, it just triggers a count down to when I will make chicken ham and leek pie again

[coquelicoq]

did i tell u guys about how my family, who have been lukewarm at best and vaguely antagonistic at worst about using they/them pronouns for my nonbinary sibling, did a complete 180 upon learning that my sibling is also good with she/her...like i can't even tell you how hard it's been to get them to even just try to use they/them and then they hear she/her and a switch is flipped in their brains that goes "you are an asshole actually" and all of a sudden my mom is buying PROTECT TRANS KIDS t-shirts and my grandmother's apologizing to me when she messes up. okay i'm glad you got there eventually but if this capability was inside you all along i don't understand why you couldn't have been doing this with the they/them set. like my grandmother told me a couple years ago that she wasn't even going to make an effort because she was probably going to die soon (<-completely made up excuse; obviously any of us could die at any time, and she is old, but she's in good health and her mother lived to be 100) and therefore wouldn't be seeing my sibling often enough for it to matter??? but she/her is worth the effort where they/them was not, apparently. like again i can't complain about the outcome but i am very much complaining about how we got here. what even is this.