#darc speaks

[darckap27]

[darckap27]

I'm still in my late teens. I was introduced through r/tumblr and through @itsapmseymour

One day in highschool, I was bored and figured "Eh, why not?"

Fast forward a few years, and here we are.

those posts always go around that are like “if you’re on Tumblr and you’re over 25 blah blah blah” but honestly if you’re on Tumblr and you’re under 25, I don’t know how the fuck you found this place. like I came here when it was actually kind of cool and then just never left because all my stuff was here. what’s your excuse

[darckap27]

Storytime.

I was playing Outer Wilds this one time.

I tried to fly to the sand planet without using the autopilot.

I missed entirely.

I tried to slow myself down in an attempt to not fly into the freaking sun.

Failure. I flew into the freaking sun while laughing like a maniac.

Yeah, I used the autopilot next time.

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Your letter is

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I dunno how long this was sitting in my ask box, but okay lol

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Ah yes, nothing like rotating fictional characters in my head!

(Proceeds to put said fictional characters in traumatic situations.)

[darckap27]

Okay, listen-

it's a lot of stuff...

[foxgloveinspace]

If all your gonna do in the comments of my fic is try to pick it apart and criticize every choice I make for my fic, then don’t fucking comment?? The back button is there for a reason.

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They still hold book fairs. I know this because my younger sibling is still in grade school, and I've gone with her to a few these past few years.

GOOD GOD

does it feel weird, being taller than a lot of the shelves now.

Time for Childhood for you 90s/Early 2000s kids

[enkibutnice]

not me going back to a far back save just so I can recover ragnvaldr’s eyesight

[ultimatecutenesspeaks]

Darc only look at shock then he saw taro and yuta because he have heard story’s from metraton guards and himself about two demons have defeated him

Darc: Wait... Aren't you two the ones who defeated Metatron in battle?

Taro: We are. You've heard of us?

Yuta: I mean, who hasn't? I wouldn't be surprised if the tales of our awesomeness was spread all through Hell.

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the christmas waltz ❀ s. reid x reader

in which your toddler is finally old enough to partake in christmas too, and spencer is determined for it to be perfect. 

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: fluff tags: girl dad!spencer. gentle parenting... she throws a tantrum. or two. authors own christmas traditions forced upon this unsuspecting reid!family. not sorry. word count: 1.2k a/n: happy girl dad!spencer to all that freaking celebrate... tweaked the baby reid idea only a little!! first christmas she remembers?

❄︎ advent calendar masterlist

It was feet pattering swiftly against the wood outside your bedroom door that tore you away from your husband. Spencer's hand dropping from your hip as he rolls onto his back, head turning to face the door just as the knob twisted, and in bounded an incredibly excited two-year-old (two and three quarters, as she so incessantly reminds you). 

"Daddy! Mommy!" your ecstatic daughter exclaims, and Spencer's quick to hoist her up onto the bed, allowing her to settle into the space now between the two of you on her knees. Or, more accurately, the space she forced you to create. "Come on, come on!"

You share a look with Spencer, eyebrows raised, and he huffs a small laugh, before deciding to play into the tease you no doubt were planning out in your head. 

"Where are we going, Darce?"

The two-year-old's lips frown, and she jerks her gaze rapidly between you and Spencer, eyes wide. "What? It's Christmas!" Except, consonants still weren't her best friend, and Christmas sounded closer to Cwimas than anything.  

"Christmas?" Spencer turns his head back to you. 

"It's Christmas?" you ask him.

"No. That doesn't make sense. We had Christmas last year."

"Yeah. Darcy, are you sure it's Christmas?" you return your gaze to your daughter, who's lower lip is beginning to wobble, for she can't really decipher if you're joking or not. 

"But—but last night," she sniffles, eyes wide, and you instantly feel awful, your heart shattering in your chest at the sight. 

"We're kidding, Bambi," Spencer replies, clearly feeling as bad as you were, looping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his lap. "Merry Christmas."

Too easy to please, her face lights back up, and she starts wiggling her hips excitedly in his lap, speaking far too quickly for either of you to decipher properly. The verbal stumbling over 'stockings' and 'presents' were all you truly had to determine what she was asking, and Spencer was happily complying. 

She took off the second Spencer set her back down on the ground upon entering the living room, clambering onto the couch and almost vibrating with excitement as you take a seat next to her. 

"Do you want to go first?" you ask her. 

Though, it's a stupid question, for she was taking that as her confirmation to go right ahead, and you didn't have the heart to take her excitement away twice in less than ten minutes that Christmas morning. 

You had two key traditions Christmas morning — stockings from Santa before breakfast, family presents after. Spencer had ran through the Christmas morning rules with your toddler when he was tucking her into bed the night before, at an hour that was far too late for her. Getting a near three-year-old to sleep the night before Christmas had proved to be an impossible mission.

It didn't stop the tantrum she threw when she was told to put down the big box shaped present adorning not her name, but your own. 

You were barely five minutes into preparing breakfast when you heard the crying begin from the living room, and your head lifted from the croissants you were cutting open.

Spencer was crouched down to Darcy's level, his hands resting gently on her hips, as she splutters in front of him, head whipping from side to side to avoid eye contact with him. 

"Hey, Darcy, honey," he says, thumbs rubbing circles into her hips. "Why're you crying?" She doesn't reply, and the sight hurts your heart. "Bambi, I need you to tell me what's wrong."

She stammers out something you can't really hear, only picking up the words, 'mommy', 'present' and 'want', but it seems she's speaking a language Spencer understands perfectly, because he translates it back to her. 

"You're upset because you want to give mommy her present?" 

Darcy nods her head, and despite the miserable atmosphere, your heart warms and your lips tug into a smile. 

"We will," he promises. "We've just gotta eat some breakfast first, okay? Gotta get this tummy nice and full so you can have all the energy to watch mommy open it." One of his hands pats her stomach, and you watch as she squirms and lets a giggle out past her otherwise pouty lips. "Was that a giggle?"

At the call-out, she immediately goes back to pouting, "No."

"No?" he parrots. "That's too bad. Only happy girls get to give presents on Christmas Day. Are you not happy?"

You have to watch in awe every time Spencer coaxes your daughter through her meltdowns, because he is just so gentle and so perfect with her, it's almost Earth shattering. 

The promise of you opening your present from Darcy (and Spencer) first, and an extra chocolatey hot chocolate with breakfast was enough to calm the two-year-old down enough to eat, and soon enough she was sliding the box with your name on it across the floor to you in the living room once more. 

She stumbles behind it, before she climbs onto the couch again, watching you with wide eyes and keen interest. 

"Do you like it? Do you like it? Do you like it?" she repeats over and over again before you had even finished tearing the wrapping paper off. 

And like it you did. 

A scrapbook, complete with the neat signing of Spencer's name on the front, and the scrawl of Darcy's beneath it, a few dozen pictures, and drawings as detailed as a two-year-old could make them on the pages. 

"Did you make this?" you turn to her, your eyes (and heart) filled with so much love and warmth you think you might explode. 

She nods, excitedly. "At daycare! Daddy helped me keep it a secret."

"Thank you. I love it," you scoop her up into your arms the second she wriggles closer. "I love you, beautiful girl. You're so talented."

Gift exchange was the most exciting part of the morning, and an already overwhelmed toddler being told she couldn't play with her new toys because she needed to get ready to go see her grandparents was akin to taking the entire Christmas holiday away, apparently. 

Thus, another tantrum.

Exhausted from trying to keep the girl from collapsing in a fit of screaming and tears, you're finally dressing her, the sparkly red dress she had begged you for falling over her body.

"Did you call your mom?" you ask Spencer from your kneeling position on the floor in front of Darcy, slipping her shoes onto her feet. 

"Gran'ma?" Darcy asks, her voice still hoarse from crying.

"Yeah, honey."

"Not yet. I was going to do it tonight once we're home," Spencer replies to you. "So that Darcy can talk to her too."

You tap Darcy's legs once her shoes are on, and she jumps off the couch, bouncing over to Spencer by the front door. "Can I see Gran'ma?" she asks. 

"No, Bambi. We're just gonna talk to her on the phone," he shakes his head. "But we're seeing Nan."

"Mommy's mommy?"

You smile for the millionth time that morning. 

"Yes, mommy's mommy," he laughs, crouching down in front of her. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes!" she nods, enthusiastically. "Do you like my dress, daddy?"

"I do," he answers. "You look like a princess."

Darcy squeals when he picks her up at the end of his sentence, giggling, and flailing her arms around as he settles her on his hip. 

"Bambi princess," she corrects for him, and neither of you have the heart to tell her Bambi's a prince. 

Instead, Spencer nods, a serious look on his face as he ponders her words. "Yes. Bambi princess."

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[darckap27]

The last movie I watched was The Dark Knight.

Despite having seen it multiple times already, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

wait guys. reblog this and tell me what the last movie you watched was. bonus points if you add a short review <333

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Engineer Gaming

[barelylegiblecrayon]

More trollhunter Mary AU!

Claire absolutely made the decision to break into Jim's house and spy on him of her own accord. She didn't know about the trolls yet. She was a chaotic theatre mixed punk kid and it's a shame that I often see her chaos overshadowed by Toby and Jim's. She was right that something was up but that doesn't make her actions any less unhinged.

Arguably, Jim was the only responsible one out of the three but he came with 'chosen one' nonsense attached so it doesn't count.

I feel like for this AU, Morgana possessing Claire would take place at a girl's night sleepover where they're trying to make her feel better since she's been sick. Technically, she IS less possessed by the end of it so it worked?

Text reads from top to bottom, left to right, in order:

(Already called Darci - her dad's a cop, he's not there though)

(Trapped a goblin in her room)

(Goblin was a scout for Enrique's swap)

Mary: Wassup Claire-bear?

Claire: Darci is on her way but I still need help. Animal control won't pick up and there's some sort of... diseased raccoon- It's GREEN!

Blinky, from in the background: Lady Mary, who are you speaking to?

Mary: Uh oh- uh- Yeah, sure I'm coming! Be there soon- and DON'T go near it, m'kay?

---

Mary: Hey, Claire, you okay?

(Claire in question:)

(Average girl's night, probably)

---

(Did this in canon) ->

Claire: Jim's acting weird so I'm breaking into his house.

Darci: Wtf? Claire, you are so lost for your Romeo.

Claire: Really Darc?

Mary: Claire, with all the love in the world, why the fuck do you do this to my poor heart?

Claire: You've handled worse.

Mary: You are the reason for HALF of the problems I end up dealing with, I swear.

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(In reference to Claire)

Otw to cause trouble

Gremlin

[paintedwithenvy]

Drawing Enki Ankarian as an actual Ankaran coffee fortune teller, telling Darce to dump her bitch ass bf as we are speaking btw

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AHEM