#charlie ponders

[charliecat16]

are you British or American I'm lowkey confused on that

idk mate that's for you to figure out

[lordvonbunnyv]

TTTE OC challenge pt. 1

ocs from left to right:

Morgan: My baby nonbinary term for Boy/girl sorry! still trying to figure out the terminology

Mr Davenport: @duncandonuts06

Charlie: @klein-sodor-bahn

will be making a pt 2. there's still plenty of slots available if anyone wants to participate, just reblog with an infodump about your ttte OC with their basis and a reference pic.

[charliecat16]

me now of voting age

a what

[predoom]

2013 / 2008 / 2014 / 2006 / 2023 / 2017 / 2024, the second to last night of tour

[tu-es-gegg]

this is just a part of the ad section in the slmccl vid I kid you not

[neixins]

ngl i’m very curious to see the dragons’ reactions to losing their powers (both the guilt of realizing that yona’s trapped bc she wanted to save them and in a practical sense (the disability allegory of it!!)), especially gija, who cares so so so much about his Duty as a dragon warrior and who doesn’t really have any combat skills outside of his dragon arm. there’s just so much potential there. on the combat skills note, if only there was someone who carried a whole stash of weapons on his person and could offer some guidance…..kusanagi if u give me this gijaeha-flavored treat i’ll pardon all of your diabolical crimes

[charliecat16]

this can't be ok anymore good lord 😅

me when there's a second pl-

[connectionterminated13]

Michael's fucking remnant sense tingling around Henry. Like he absolutely knows that Henry isn't as human as he says but has no way to prove it. A part of him hopes to God that Henry's like him and he isn't alone

[dragonji]

9 and 10 for jyt‼️‼️

9) How does your OC handle their physical health? Do they take care of themselves?

As a martial god she's pretty fit just by default but her strengths are mainly in flexibility and endurance!!! Since ascending + regular sparring matches with a certain martial fanatic she's noticably improved in actual power output and is dedicated to striving for more hehe. This isn't the question lol but have an extra tidbit anyway: even as a mortal they've always brushed off heavy injuries (broken bones stab wounds etc) fairly calmly and quietly but splinters/tiny injuries are a massive production accompanied by much pathetic whimpering and hiding away and panicking</3

10) How does your OC handle their mental health? Do they take care of themselves?

Proud disciple of the school of REPRESS THAT SHIT UNTIL U CANT ANYMORE !!!!! On the day to day he tries to keep up an easygoing and upbeat face and leaves dealing with his own issues for later. He's getting better about it but it's still hard for him to connect in the moment with his own deeper emotions and to believe that he deserves the important things he wants and won't inconvenience or hurt others by asking for them. Particularly bad days are spent voluntarily marinating alone to get it (somewhat) all out before they can bounce back- good comforting snacks and indulging in their nonmartial hobbies make it easier too.

[fortheb0ys]

https://www.tumblr.com/miguel-owhora/735739725877542912/

Bro😳

GOD FUCKING HELL THAT'S HOT🙏

The only way Köing can show his bald head fucking ass is if he's on his knees sucking my dick. He needs to know his place.

He actually pisses me off so much and I want to fuck him till he cries. But on the other hand I don't want him even in my sight! I want to cum on his mask and make him wear unwashed. Show how's he's a useless slut.

I literally hate him but also wanna see him a mess😤

[charliecat16]

"vampires are just free range phlebotomists"

-my friend BushyPenguin

[higgs-the-god]

[your-not-invisible-to-me]

Who wants to take a guess on who this was about

[ionkent]

claudia de pointe du lac im so sorry i wasnt your mother

[foldingfittedsheets]

My nana maternal grandmother who taught me swears had one of the most ridiculous pet names for her cat when I was growing up. For reasons known only to her, she simply called the cat: Kitty Kitty Meow Meow. The creature in question was an absolute love bug and lived to be almost twenty.

When I was dating my last boyfriend Brendan we ended up living with his mom briefly before we moved up north together, and his sister lived at home too. One day I was sitting in the kitchen and heard Brendan call teasingly to his sister, “Okay, Miss Kitty Kitty Meow Meow!”

His sister laughed but my head shot up. “What did you just say?”

Brendan ambled over to me, “Oh, it’s an old inside joke. There was this one day I was riding the bus to Charlie’s house and I heard this girl on the bus say her grandma’s cat was named Kitty Kitty Meow Meow. It was so stupid I rushed home to tell my sister. It’s like naming a dog Doggy Doggy Bark Bark.” He was hysterically giggling just relating this story.

I stared at him.

I said, “Charlie and I were on the same bus route.”

He blinked, his giggles tapering down and slowly started to frown.

“That girl was me. That is the name of my nana’s cat.”

It turned out that while Brendan, a year younger than me, had never met me before we both graduated high school, he had apparently sat behind me once on the bus and turned a brief snippet of my life into a meme with his sister. Then a decade later we met through Charlie in college and went on to date. We were both flabbergasted by this coincidence.

But there was one more twist in store for me. I told my family about the way our paths had crossed before we ever dated and they thought it was hilarious.

Then a few weeks later I got a frantic call from my parents while they were in California visiting my paternal grandmother.

“Hey guys, what’s going on?”

There was weird excited static and thumps as the phone passed around and I heard my dad in the background urging my grandma, “Tell her!”

My grandma said ponderously, “You know my cats name is Kiki.”

“Of course, it’s a really cute name.”

“Your dad wants me to tell you the full thing.”

My eyes widened. I could not believe what was about to happen to me but I knew it was coming.

“Her name is Ki-Ki Meow Meow.”

I got it on both sides. Both my grandmas, in different states, with no contact, had named their cats the same silly ridiculous thing. I immediately ran to tell Brendan who laughed so hard he almost threw up.

[shrimpybbq]

you gotta believe me, baby

synopsis: when a stray bag of coke is found in rafe’s drawer, rafe’s fiancée grapples with its implications

The young woman trifled through Rafe’s desk, the pen he requested lost deep amongst his amalgamation of items. Frustratingly, she kept searching until her gaze landed on a small item strewn under a notebook, the clear bag reflecting in the light. Her heart felt as if it stopped beating. The small bag and its contents were instantly recognisable to the woman, her having seen her fiancé with it many a time. Except instead of keeping it hidden under a book, he would have the white powder diced and sorted into hefty lines on a table, a rolled up $50 set aside ready to help him snort it.

She remained still for a moment before tentatively reaching for the bag, as if it would suddenly change its contents if she waited long enough. And yet, as she picked the bag up it felt like a long forgotten truth was slapping her in the face. Of course it was coke. The woman pondered the situation for a moment for she was sure Rafe was clean - but then again, he had been under an increasing amount of stress lately. Cameron Development had been taking up all of his time, as had the move, so would it really be that far-fetched for him to start using again?

Soon, she began pacing around the room, her mind beginning to catastrophise the situation. It had been so hard to get through each day when Rafe was high, his constantly shifting mood and irritable personality making him intolerable to be around. Her mind flashed to the moments alone, trying to soothe a colicky baby that cried and cried alone in the guest room while Rafe spent his evenings getting high with Barry. She'd never felt so alone and isolated. She had no-one: Her parent's were a no-go, Ward and Rose could only help so much, and Sarah was busy being a teenager. Sometimes, it was as if Wheezie was her only friend, always loving to play with her nephew even if only for a moment. In those moments, she had wondered if any of it was worth it - maybe everyone would be better off if she left to the mainland to live with her aunt, removing her presence from Kildare completely. Rafe hadn’t wanted Charlie in the beginning, not really, and as she cried alone in tandem with her son, she felt it.

Rafe had called out his fiancée’s name three times by now, only to receive nothing in response. Initially assuming she had been sidetracked, it was only once he finally ambled over to his study did he realise the true cause of her silence. Rafe froze at the sight of the bag of white powder flung haphazardly atop his papers, his heart racing as a chill spread across his body. Shit shit shit.

Rafe’s panicked gaze met hers suddenly, each expressing a multitude of worries. Rafe watched as his sweet girl looked at him, so defeated and dejected, her shoulders slumped as she faced him. Initial words began to leave her mouth, only to be swiftly cut off by her partner,

“Baby, please, you gotta let me explain, ok?” Rafe was pleading with her, a tone he rarely utilised unless in the most dire of situations, “it’s not mine.”

Her eyes, once shifted towards the window, snapped back to his frame. “It’s in your desk Rafe! Whose else would it be?”

“Fuck, uh- fuck ok, well it is mine, but it’s not like I bought it last week. Shit, that sounds bad, I didn’t-” Rafe sputtered, his logical explanation getting muddled up as his anxiety grew. He could tell his fiancée didn’t believe it if the tears beginning to escape were any indication.

“Rafe, please, just tell me the truth. You owe me that much,” she pleaded. Rafe felt his heart shatter at the desperation she could not hold back.

“I had this desk moved from my dad’s office, ok? Whenever he used to catch me doing coke, he would lock my supply up in his desk in his attempt to get me clean - not that that ever fuckin’ worked,” he began to explain, “I never even properly cleaned out his desk, baby. I figured he would have something written down that would provide some of his infinite wisdom bullshit that would help me in the future, so I just didn’t touch anything.”

The young woman stared at the Cameron opposite her, feeling rooted to her spot as he answered her questions. Truthfully, she remembered Rafe’s occasional complaining about his dad’s attempts to control his drug habit. She could never truly comfort him properly when she silently thanked Ward, but his statement rang true in her mind. It was plausible that Rafe really hadn’t touched his dad’s things.

“Come on baby, you have to believe me! You really think I would throw all of this,” Rafe gestured, arms outstretched, “us, our family - away for a few fuckin’ ounces of coke? I got better and that’s because of you, because of you being there for me and the kids and - baby please, I’m telling the truth.”

As Rafe begged and pleaded, he had made his way to stand in front of her, taking her hands in his as his fingers gripped hers tightly. She looked up at him, tears still spilling down her cheeks. He had gotten better - ever since they arrived in Guadeloupe, she hadn’t seen him touch cocaine. Alcohol, sure, but even Topper offering him coke at a party had seemingly rolled off his back.

“You’re not lying to me? You swear it? On the kids lives?” She begged, needing to hear him say it again. She wanted to believe him so badly.

“I promise baby, I swear to god. I swear that I haven’t touched that shit in a year. Please, I’m telling the truth baby.”

With his final plea, she felt her heartbeat begin to slow, its return to normal allowing her to breathe properly once more. A large exhale left her body before she flung herself against Rafe, her arms wrapping around his torso. His arms immediately returned the gesture, comfortingly rubbing up and down her back.

“I can’t do that shit again, Rafe. Ok?” She muttered, her voice muffled against his shirt. He leaned down to gently stroke her hair before placing a tender kiss in her hair.

“You don’t need to worry about that anymore. I’m different now, for you and for our family. You can rely on me, ok? I’m always gonna be here for you,” Rafe stated firmly, his words filled with conviction. He felt a small smile tug at his lips as his fiancée nodded into his chest, her arms tightening around him further.

“I love you, Rafe. More than anything.”

“I love you too, baby. It’s you and me ‘till the end.”

As the pair stood in their embrace for a moment longer, they felt the tension seep away slowly and be replaced with tenderness. For such a rocky start to a relationship, the pair had watched each other grow and mature. Neither of them were perfect, but they would never give up on each other. Rafe didn’t believe in soulmates, but if he did, he was certain that the woman in his arms was his.