#eggshell circus

[patorucho]

making a circus au with the eggs bc everytime a new egg shows up it feels like a clowncar

[cosmicheartz]

Aaooughh razclem on the brain

[zara-renata]

Sylus Qin, Girl Dad | masterlist

I keep seeing discussions of what Sylus would be like as the father to a daughter. So here's my take: a short story about Sylus being a dad to a teenage daughter. You can't tell me he doesn't respect the hell out of her and give her everything she wants. Sylus x fem reader, sylus x mc.

The kitchen is dark, except for the warm glow from the fireplace and the faint light drifting in through the floor to ceiling windows—twin nocturnal cityscapes, Linkon CIty and the heart of the N109 Zone replacing starlight, the blood red moon bleeding into white here at the border between light and dark, law and chaos, your world and his, where you and he have built a home overlooking both of your territories.

He’s sipping a glass of wine, lounging in one of the overstuffed armchairs near the open hearth, the fire crackling pleasantly. He’s scrolling auction listings, plotting what to give you for your upcoming anniversary. Nothing is good enough. Nothing is ever good enough, for you, his beloved. Every year, he fights the same battle—finding the perfect gift that’s worthy of his wife. This year is your twentieth. He swirls the wine, inhales its rich scent. He appreciates the warmth it sends through him with each sip, scowls at the inferior, the common, the unacceptable offerings available in the highest echelons of the antique market.

His thoughts are interrupted by quiet footsteps echoing in the marble hallway beyond the open kitchen door.

“Tiger?” He speaks softly, but his voice sounds loud in the quiet kitchen—the chef and staff are long gone for the evening. The footsteps pause.

“You’re up?”

A voice like rich, slow honey. A mix of Sylus’s own deep tone and his kitten’s sweet, steel-reinforced notes.

“Clearly,” he laughs, low. “Going somewhere?”

Finally, the vision of beauty that never fails to hijack the breath in his lungs appears in the kitchen doorway.

Sometimes he can’t quite believe it—that you forgot him, that he hurt you so terribly, that you let him near again, and in the end accepted him, all over again. That you reached back to him, finally, and offered your hand in return for his. That you said yes, at every turn. Yes, he could kiss you. Yes, he could court you. Yes, he could make love to you. Yes, he could marry you.

Yes, it’s a girl.

Yes, he could help raise the daughter you made, together. With all of his flaws. All of the violence in his hands, in his horns, his tail—you were still willing to let him hold the little mewling infant, the army-crawling roly-poly, the toddling chaos monster.

He could attend soccer games, school plays, choir concerts. He squinted at video tutorials on how to make brownies, cupcakes, for bake sales.

“I can just buy the school and fund anything they need,” he grumbled, trying to fish yet another eggshell out of the gooey batter.

“No, you can’t. That’s not the point of a bake sale, Sylus,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, resting your head on his broad back. “And where is our spawn? She’s supposed to help you with this as part of the educational value of this whole circus.”

He leaned back, soaking in your warmth, savoring the press of your body against his. “She stuffed herself full of cookie dough and passed out. I put her to bed.”

In response, you slipped your hands under the Kiss the Cook, pink frilly apron he wore every time he cooked. A gift from the twins, trying to both pester and help their boss get smooches while in the kitchen.

“And why can’t I buy the damn school? This is utterly inefficient,” he groused, as you slipped your hand under the waistband of his comfortable pants. He groaned. “And if you’re not careful, kitten, I’m never going to finish these in time for tomorrow if you keep doing that.”

“Mmm, there go your claims of being able to multitask.”

“I’ll gladly admit that my powers of multitasking fail when your clever hands are involved, beloved,” he said, trying to turn in your arms.

“Oh well. Another time then.” You had squeezed, once, firmly, just to let him know what he was missing, before sliding your hands from his pants and striding from the room to the sound of his complaints about poor business practices, not delivering what you promise, how is he supposed to focus on the recipe instructions with this situation in his pants, the one you caused?

The years passed, stacked, spread, and you still say yes to him, every day, except when you’re deliberately trying to torment him. He never dreamt he could be so happy, for so long. His happiness only compounds, expands, fills his chest to the point of pain as he sees his daughter standing in the hallway.

She lifts an eyebrow. Meets his snark with her own in answer to his question of if she's going somewhere: “Clearly.”

He tries to suppress his smile, the pride washing through him. “And where are you going at this time of night, tiger?”

“Guess,” she says, and he has the strange feeling of looking in a mirror, and looking at you, all at once. Her eyes, rubies glittering in the firelight. The spill of her hair, just like yours. The snark—from him? From you? Not that it matters, because his daughter is also wholly herself.

He tilts his head, pretends to think. “Out with friends? Or one friend in particular?”

She hums, drifts into the room. Her scent smells like home to him, in a similar way to how yours does, ever since he found you again, all those years ago, while also being threaded through with distinctly different perfume, shower gel, hair product.

“Both,” she answers, and sits on the armrest of the chair he’s sitting in. She leans over, sniffs the wine in his hand. “Can I have a sip?”

“Why would I let you waste my wine, when the last time you tried it you said it tasted like depression juice,” he gripes, moving the wine glass away from her.

She pouts a little, shrugs. “You said it’s an acquired taste. How am I to acquire it if I don’t try it more than once?”

He sighs, indulges her. “One sip.”

She takes the glass by the stem, as he taught her, swirls it. Drinks. Scrunches her nose in an unbearably adorable way. “Nope, still shit.”

“You and your mother. Absolutely no refined palate,” he laments, enjoying how she just laughs at his feigned disappointment, just like you do.

She snorts. “I have a palate for actual yummy drinks.”

“And what do we do after each yummy drink, oh refined one?” he instructs in a way that makes her roll her eyes.

“A big glass of water. To ensure that I spend half the night waiting in line for the bathroom.”

“Maybe if you don’t want to spend half the night in the bathroom, drink less alcohol, tiger.”

“Yes, yes, thank you daddy.” She leans against him, rests her head on his shoulder, looks at his tablet. “Anniversary present?”

He grunts in affirmation.

“You know she’s just happy to spend time with you. You don’t need to outdo yourself, every year.”

“Just because she’s satisfied with the bare minimum, doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve the universe served on a platter.”

“She says the same about you. You’re both gross,” she laughs.

“Take notes, tiger. Never settle for anyone who doesn’t treat you as well as I treat your mother.”

“Ah, yes, and should I take notes on your pride and arrogance, too, daddy?”

He smirks at his heart leaning against his shoulder. He had no idea his heart was so big, that it could encompass both you, and another whole other person, until his little girl came along. Along with the all-encompassing love, comes the terror. His heart, walking around in two different bodies, out in the world. Yours. His daughter’s. “If it helps. You’re your mother’s daughter—you’re entitled to be as arrogant as you like, treasure.”

“Noted.” Her tone is long-suffering, but pleased. “Can I go now?”

“Is that what you’re wearing?” He flicks a gaze to her short skirt, knee-high boots. The black and red corset cinching her lovely frame.

She sits up, kisses his cheek. “Yes. Problem?”

He sighs. “You know what you’re doing. Where people are looking, when you’re dressed like that.”

She sniffs, looks bored. “Good thing I don’t wear it for anyone else, but for me. They can look all they like.”

He understands dressing to one’s own tastes. To standing out, being the center of attention based on flashy apparel. “You know what to do, if anyone does anything that makes you uncomfortable? Including your particular friend?”

She rolls her eyes again. “Tell them to stop.”

“And if they don’t?” He suppresses the murderous rage at the very idea that someone would disrespect his daughter in such a way.

“Explode their balls with my evol,” she intones, having endured this conversation with her overprotective father more times than she can count.

“And then?” he prompts, pleased.

“Call you, Uncle Aidan, Uncle Luke, and Uncle Kieran,” she sing-songs, getting to her feet. Getting ready to make her escape.

“And if the cops show up before your uncles, or me?”

“I will not answer any questions without my attorney present,” she mocks her father’s deep voice, his bored rhythm of speech.

“And you’ll keep your phone on at all times?”

“Yes, daddy,” she humors him. “And if I do anything that I know will piss you off or scare mama, I’ll still call you to come save me, and you promise you won’t be mad at me.”

“Oh, I’ll be mad, but you’re still just a kid, it would be absurd for us to expect you never to make a mistake.” He suppresses another smile at her scowl. She looks so much like you, sometimes. It hurts his heart, in the best possible way. “Your safety is more important than anything else. We can always discuss consequences later.”

“Okay, okay. I promise to call you even if I know you’re going to be unhappy. Can I go now?”

He looks at her, memorizes her face, the curve of her cheek, admires the intelligence, the humor in her bright, sparkling eyes. It scares the shit out of him, every time she walks out of his sight. He wants to protect her, in the same way he still wants to protect you, from the entire weight of the cruel universe, from all the vagaries of foul humanity. But he read that it’s important for teenagers to feel that their parents trust them, to try out what it feels like to be independent, with a safety net waiting below. He’ll tolerate the terror, for the sake of his precious daughter. With safety measures in place, of course.

“Have fun, treasure.” He releases her, watches as she walks with the defiant confidence of a teenager to the door, secure in her knowledge that she’s already all grown up, that she’s older beyond her years, that her parents just worry too much. His heart feels like it’s going to burst in his chest when she turns, smiles at him.

“Love you, daddy.” 

And then she’s gone, not waiting for his answer, because she already knows. One thing he has done right, in all of his lifetimes—one sin he will never commit. His daughter has never, ever had a reason to question how much he adores her.

He sips his wine. Turns his gaze toward the window, sees his own reflection in the glass. His own reflection, with his eyes that are no longer just his own, but the eyes of his daughter looking back at him.

“You vetted her new guy, right?” The voice of Sylus’s beloved interrupts his thoughts. He turns, sees you pointing at your own right eye, ensuring that her husband had ransacked the depths of her daughter’s suitor’s soul before letting her out the door tonight.

He smirks. “I might have paid a visit to his part time job when she first mentioned him."

“And he’s okay?” You stride over to him, slip into his lap. Take the wine glass from his hand, sip. Because you know that everything of his, is yours, and always has been. He wraps his arms around your waist, inhales the scent of your skin, your lovely hair.

“He’s a good kid,” he admits. “Not good enough for her. But good enough for her to toy with, if she likes.”

“And the app on her phone?” You ignore his cynicism, intent on ensuring that all precautions are in place. You worry about your daughter, as much as he does. Your daughter has no idea, however, that you’re the scary one out of her two parents. If someone dares fuck with your baby girl, they’ll have to face her mother’s wrath. Sylus would just kill them—quietly, efficiently. Problem solved. 

You would take your time with them.

He loves you so fucking much.

Which is why he instructs his daughter to call him and her uncles, and not you. Sylus is a practical man. There is simply no need to have to break his beloved out of jail for the gruesome murder of some handsy asshole when Sylus can make a corpse disappear with the snap of his fingers.

“Tracking as we speak,” he assures you.

“And the twins?”

“Already on their way to remain at a discrete distance on standby in case she calls.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, finally satisfied. You rest your head where his daughter just rested hers. What use are such wide, strong shoulders, after all, if not for cushioning the precious head of his beloved and his treasured child?

“No, thank you” He’s suddenly overwhelmed with the size of his gratitude. “For doing all the hard work. Making her. Raising her to carry your goodness inside her. For saying yes.”

You just laugh a little at his uncharacteristic speech. Lift your head. “You were very persuasive, in the end. You can thank yourself, for making me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”

“And what offer was that, beloved?”

“You,” you sigh. “Everything that you are, and ever will be.”

He sniffs. “You were always a poor negotiator, compared to the swindlers in the N109 Zone. Seems like I got the better end of the deal.”

You roll your eyes, and he sees his daughter in your face. “For someone with such a good eye for fine things, you’ve never been able to see the value in the mirror,” you tease. “But that’s all right. You’re arrogant enough already.” You’ll never understand how Sylus has always managed to be so proud, arrogant, and yet so vulnerable at the same time. 

You love him so much, for all of his complexity.

He takes the wine glass from you. Sets it next to the armchair.

“With our treasure out of the house, we’re alone right now,” he whispers into your ear. You shiver. After all these years, his voice still sends excitement along your skin, your spine. “How about I remind you why I’m so arrogant, until she gets home?”

You turn your head, kiss him softly. His lips are still so soft. He tastes like warm wine, like home. “Another offer I can’t refuse.”

He doesn’t need any other answer as he lifts you in his arms, carries you down the long marble halls, lays you down on the big bed you share.

He makes good on his offer. Sylus has always kept his word, from the very beginning, after all.

You daughter makes it home just fine later that night, as you're sleeping soundly. As Sylus reads a book next to you, one hand drifting absentmindedly up and down your bare back, waiting up for her footsteps. He experiences relief, a restored sense of wholeness when he hears them echoing down the hall.

No homicide necessary.

[uzurakis]

doing an ugly makeup look to see how the jjk men react? pretty please and thank u pookie pie 🙂‍↕️

REACTIONS TO YOUR UGLY MAKEUP . . ?

featuring: fushiguro megumi. gojo satoru. itadori yuuji. geto suguru.

n. ngl nonnie i had to spend a full ten minutes in front of my laptop thinking how to do this interesting request (i didn't immediately have an idea to write it down but got the hang of it later on). no problem pookie pie, i hope u like it :0

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. you decided to have a little fun and see how megumi would react to an intentionally ugly makeup look. after spending some time in front of the mirror, you admired your creation—a mix of clashing colors, exaggerated eyeliner, and over-the-top blush. satisfied, you headed to your boyfriend’s room, where megumi was waiting.

as you walked in, megumi looked up from his book. his eyes widened slightly, and he stared at you for a moment, clearly puzzled. he opened his mouth, then closed it, trying to find the right words.

"uh, you look… different today," he finally said, after simulating a hundred different words and scenarios to say in his head, tone cautious but polite; as if he’s walking on eggshells. "did you try something new with your makeup?"

you struggled to keep a straight face. "yeah, i wanted to experiment a little. what do you think?"

megumi tilted his head, examining your face with a mix of confusion and concern. "it’s… interesting. very bold," he replied carefully. "is this for a special occasion or just for fun?"

you could see he was trying hard not to offend you, which only made it harder to hold back your laughter. "just for fun," you said, unable to hide your amusement any longer.

the guy nodded slowly, still looking unsure. "well, if you like it, that’s what matters. but, um, maybe next time you could try something a bit more.. subtle?"

you burst out laughing, unable to keep up the act any longer. "baby, it’s a prank! i wanted to see how you’d react."

relief washed over his face, and you felt his tight shoulders slacking off. “god, i didn’t know what to say without hurting your feelings. don’t do that next time, babe. i was really scared to say anything.”

GOJO SATORU. his eyes opened theatrically as soon as he spotted you, and an immense grin became apparent on his face. "wow," he exclaimed, standing up and dramatically clapping as well as placing a hand over his heart. "you look absolutely stunning! ravishing! this is the new trend, right? you’re always ahead of the fashion curve, my darling!"

you tried to keep a straight face, but his over-the-top reaction made it difficult. "aww, you really think so?" you asked, playing along with a mock-serious tone.

your boyfriend, your number #1 supporter nodded enthusiastically, stepping closer to get a better look. "absolutely! i mean, just look at those bold choices. the color contrast is so… avant-garde. you’re a true trendsetter." (not the big words, guys..)

"you’re so ridiculous, satoru," you laughed at his theatrics, shaking your head.

he winked at you, his grin never faltering. "ridiculously lucky to have such a fashion-forward girlfriend, you mean. seriously, you could start a whole new makeup revolution with this look."

you playfully smacked his arm arm. "okay, okay, you can stop now. just tell me it’s ugly and i pranked ya.”

"oh, i knew that. but you know me, i can’t resist playing along. your creativity never fails to amaze me." you rolled your eyes, still smiling. "thanks for being such a supportive boyfriend."

gojo pulled you into a gentle hug, his arms warm and comforting around you. "my job, darlin. but next time, let’s try a look that doesn’t make me feel like i’m dating a clown, yeah?"

GETO SUGURU. "well, well, well, what do we have here?" you made your way to where geto was lounging when he teased, raising an eyebrow. "are we auditioning for a circus today?"

"very funny, suguru. do you like my new look?"

he grinned, stepping closer to inspect your makeup with exaggerated scrutiny. "hmm, let me see… it’s definitely… something. and colorful. very circus-ish."

you gave him a friendly slap on his ribs while rolling your eyes. "huuh, i know it’s terrible."

geto chuckled, pulling you into a hug. "hey, i love you no matter what you look like. even if you do resemble a rainbow clown."

"but seriously, let’s go wash that off before anyone else sees you. i can’t have my girlfriend looking like a picasso painting gone wrong."

ITADORI YUUJI. "ah, interesting look, babe. what inspired this? are you trying out for a new role or something?"

"nope, just felt like experimenting with makeup today. what do you think?" you chuckled at his inquisitive nature and the fact he’s totally not aware being thrown to the oblivion.

itadori blew an air inside his mouth, examining your face with genuine interest. "well, it’s definitely… unique. did you follow a tutorial or come up with this on your own?"

you shook your head, unable to hold back a smile. adorable, that’s what you wanted to say. "this was all me. just wanted to see what i could come up with."

your boyfriend reflected the smile, leaning closer to get a better look. "well, you’ve definitely succeeded in making a statement. it’s bold, to say the least."

“thanks for being so nice about it. i promise i’ll go back to my normal makeup routine tomorrow." a warmth feeling spread across your chest, relieved he was taking it well.

he chuckled, reaching out to gently touch your cheek. "hey, you do you. i love you no matter what you look like." your heart warmed at his words, and you leaned into his touch. "i love you too, yuu. you always know what to say.

"yeah," he replied with a smile, pulling you into a warm hug. "now, how about we go wash that off and spend the rest of the day doing something fun together?"

@uzurakis

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

Hey Bee how do we politely and calmy criticize Ragatha's very unhealthy coping mechanisms and her always lying BS with out unintentionally making her feel more like shit about herself?? ;; Because lately it feels like talking to her is like stepping on eggshells

i'm not really sure how to answer this without affecting the asks tbh ? i guess not worry about it too much cause she's aware by now that it's unhealthy and will find support once she's back in the circus - hitting rock bottom does that to you

other than that , it's best to be patient with her for now . there will be times where she'll be ready to have a conversation about it , and it's not now

[srslyblvck]

the devil you know, avengers

pairing: avengers x fem!reader

synopsis: the avengers seem really desperate as they come to you—the person who went under their skin like no one else to help them win against hydra. while they are walking on eggshells around you, you are having fun causing chaos.

warnings: mentions of y/n (maybe), blood, violence, gore

word count: 2k

chapter: 7/?

author's note: a new addition to the circus group!

series masterlist

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ A FEW DAYS HAD passed since the mission, and you were feeling much better. The wound on your leg had healed up faster than expected, thanks to Dr. Cho and her advanced medical tech, and now you were back to your usual self—annoying, sarcastic, and impossible to ignore.

The Avengers had gathered in the common room, taking a rare break from world-saving. The atmosphere was relaxed for once, a welcome change from the usual tension that filled the compound. Steve and Natasha were sitting on one of the couches, talking quietly, while Tony and Bruce were over by the bar, discussing some new tech they were working on. Clint was lounging in an armchair, absentmindedly flipping a playing card between his fingers, while Sam and Bucky were playing pool at the far end of the room.

You limped in, just for show, despite your leg feeling perfectly fine. The moment you entered, everyone groaned.

“Oh great,” Clint muttered, tossing the card onto the table. “Here comes trouble.”

“Trouble? Clint, I’m hurt,” you said, dramatically clutching your chest as you made your way over to the couch. “I save your life, take a hit for you, and this is the thanks I get?”

Clint smirked, but didn’t look up. “Pretty sure I thanked you.”

You flopped down on the couch next to Natasha and Steve, making sure to let your cuffed wrists clink together loudly, just to irritate them. “Yeah, but I’m expecting a lot more than a simple ‘thanks.’ I’m talking a full celebration—parade, fireworks, maybe even a medal.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “You want a parade for getting shot?”

“I saved the best archer in the world,” you said, pointing at Clint. “That’s gotta count for something.”

Clint scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “I’m the only archer you know.”

“Details, details.”

Steve, who had been silently observing the exchange, shook his head with a small smile. “You’re definitely feeling better.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” you said, grinning wide. “I’ve been bored out of my mind. How do you guys relax without stirring up a little chaos?”

Natasha shot you a look. “Normal people don’t need chaos to relax.”

“Well, that sounds incredibly dull,” you said, leaning back and putting your feet up on the coffee table. Steve gave you a pointed look, but you ignored it.

Sam, from across the room, leaned over his pool cue, lining up his shot. “You know, I’ve got to admit, I kind of missed the noise. It’s been too quiet around here without you hobbling around, being a pain in the ass.”

“Missed me, huh?” you called out, grinning. “You sure about that, Wilson? Sounds like you’re getting sentimental.”

Sam straightened up and shot you a glare. “Let’s not get carried away.”

Bucky, who had been silently playing pool with Sam, shot you a glance, his expression unreadable. “How’s the leg?”

You shrugged, kicking your feet off the table with a casual smirk. “It’s fine. Little tender, but it’ll take more than a Hydra goon to keep me down.”

“You sure?” Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow. “Seemed like you were milking it for all it’s worth.”

“Who, me?” you said, feigning shock. “I would never.”

Bucky just stared at you, clearly not buying it.

“Okay, maybe a little,” you admitted, smirking. “But can you blame me? It’s not every day I get to be the hero.”

“Yeah, and it better not happen again,” Clint muttered from his chair, tossing another card onto the table. “I’m not letting you one-up me.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that what this is? You feel threatened?”

“No,” Clint shot back, but his smirk gave him away. “Just don’t want you getting any ideas.”

“Oh, I’ve got plenty of ideas,” you said, grinning wide. “Want me to share?”

“I’d rather not,” Clint replied, shaking his head. “We’ve got enough chaos without you adding to it.”

Natasha glanced over at you, her arms crossed. “Speaking of chaos, Helen said you’ve been flirting with her every chance you get.”

You blinked, then grinned even wider. “Did she now? What can I say? The lady’s got good taste.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, but there was a small smirk on her face. “You do know she’s not interested, right?”

“Not interested yet,” you said, leaning back and crossing your arms. “Give me time.”

From across the room, Tony chimed in, not looking up from his tablet. “Yeah, well, don’t get too cocky. You’re not as charming as you think you are.”

You shot him a mock salute. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Stark. It’s nice to know you’re always there to keep me grounded.”

“You’re welcome,” Tony said dryly, glancing up briefly. “Just doing my civic duty.”

“Speaking of grounded,” Steve cut in, his tone shifting slightly to something more serious. “We’ve got a mission debrief tomorrow. We’ll need to go over everything that happened, including the part where you got hurt.”

“Ah, yes, the ‘Let’s all gather around and critique each other’s performance’ meeting,” you said, wincing a little. “My favorite.”

“It’s important,” Steve said, giving you a pointed look. “We need to be prepared for the next mission.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, waving him off. “I’ll be there. Just make sure someone brings coffee this time. Preferably not the kind Stark drinks. That stuff tastes like battery acid.”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “It’s called good coffee. Just because you have no taste—”

“I have excellent taste,” you interrupted, giving him a cheeky grin. “Just not in coffee.”

The banter continued, flowing back and forth as the team relaxed. For the first time in a while, there was no immediate threat looming over your heads, no crisis that needed to be handled. It was just you and the rest of the Avengers, taking a much-needed breather.

And despite the sarcastic remarks and the usual jabs, it felt good to be back. Sure, you annoyed the hell out of them, but that was half the fun. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

You were lounging in the common room, feet propped up on the coffee table, idly flipping through a magazine you didn’t care about, when you heard the door to the compound slide open. Voices echoed down the hall, one of them unmistakably Tony’s—sharp, fast-talking, with that familiar edge of sarcasm. But there was another voice with him, younger and more enthusiastic.

You glanced up just in time to see Tony stroll in, a teenager trailing awkwardly behind him, wide-eyed and looking like he wasn’t sure where to put his hands.

“Come on, kid, it’s not that complicated. You live here now, so don’t act like everything’s about to blow up,” Tony was saying, glancing back at the kid—Peter Parker, if you remembered correctly.

Peter. The new addition to the Avengers, though Tony had been keeping him under wraps for a while. You’d heard about the kid, of course—Spider-Man, the kid genius from Queens who had been running around in a homemade suit until Tony swooped in and upgraded him.

Tony didn’t say much about him, but you could tell by the way he hovered—checking in on Peter more than anyone else, making sure he was taken care of—that the kid was special to him.

You grinned to yourself. Tony was definitely reluctant to introduce the kid to you. You could see it in the way his body tensed as he spotted you lounging on the couch.

Tony stopped in his tracks, clearly trying to decide whether to keep walking or turn around and make a break for it. Peter, on the other hand, was looking around the room in awe, totally oblivious to the awkward tension radiating off Tony.

“Oh,” you said, putting the magazine down and throwing a lazy smirk their way. “What’s this? Stark’s bringing home strays now?”

Tony’s expression immediately shifted into what you could only describe as damage control mode. “Yeah, uh, this is Peter,” he said, a little too casually. “He’s gonna be staying here for a bit. You know, just while we get him… acclimated.”

“Acclimated?” you repeated, eyeing the kid. Peter was practically vibrating with energy, clearly trying to keep his excitement under control. “To what? Being a superhero or being stuck in this circus?”

Peter blinked, looking from you to Tony, clearly confused about whether this was normal or not. “Uh, hi,” he said, giving you an awkward wave. “I’m Peter.”

You sat up, grinning wider. “Nice to meet you, Peter. So, you’re the famous Spider-Kid, huh?”

“Spider-Man,” Peter corrected, standing a little straighter, though his voice cracked slightly on the word man. He shot Tony a quick look, clearly hoping for backup.

Tony sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Alright, look, let’s keep this civil, okay? kid, this is… well, you already know who she is. Just don’t pick up any bad habits, alright?”

You feigned a look of shock. “Bad habits? Me? Tony, I’m a model of self-restraint.”

“Sure, and I’m the Tooth Fairy,” Tony muttered under his breath, but you could see the glint of amusement in his eyes.

Peter, still trying to get a read on the situation, shuffled awkwardly in place. “So… do you, like, live here too?”

“Unfortunately for everyone else, yes,” you said, leaning back into the couch. “And now, I guess you’re stuck with us, kid.”

Peter’s face lit up, clearly excited despite Tony’s warning glares. “That’s so cool! I mean, I knew you were here, but I didn’t think I’d actually get to meet you guys. This place is amazing, by the way. Way nicer than my apartment back in Queens.”

Tony looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole. “Right, about that—”

“Oh, don’t worry, Tony,” you interrupted, leaning forward with a smirk. “I’ll take very good care of your little protégé. I’ll teach him all the tricks.”

“Absolutely not,” Tony said quickly, his tone sharp. He stepped between you and Peter like he was trying to shield the kid from whatever bad influence he assumed you’d be. “kid is here to learn how to be a responsible hero, not to pick up your… habits.”

You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow. “Habits? What kind of habits are you referring to, Stark?”

Tony shot you a look, his patience clearly thinning. “The kind where you blow up half a Hydra base for fun and call it problem-solving.”

You shrugged. “Worked, didn’t it?”

Peter, still trying to follow the conversation, grinned awkwardly. “I mean… that does sound kinda cool.”

Tony groaned, rubbing his temple. “Oh God, this was a mistake. Listen, kid, don’t listen to her. she's just trying to get under my skin.”

“Who, me?” you said, grinning innocently. “I’m just trying to make the kid feel welcome.”

Peter smiled, clearly warming up to you despite Tony’s efforts to keep him out of your orbit. “It’s fine, Mr. Stark. I think I can handle it.”

Tony gave Peter a sidelong look, then let out a sigh of resignation. “Alright, fine. But seriously, no picking up any bad habits. And if you do… I’ll know.” He pointed a finger at you, narrowing his eyes.

You gave a mock salute. “Scout’s honor.”

Tony shook his head and muttered something about regretting his life choices before turning to Peter. “Come on, kid. Let’s go get you set up in your room before this gets worse.”

As they walked toward the hall, you couldn’t help but notice the way Tony spoke to Peter, the way he hovered just a bit more than usual. It was obvious Peter wasn’t just another recruit to Tony—he was special. Tony cared about him in a way you hadn’t seen before. He’d always been protective of the Avengers, sure, but this was different. Tony had taken Peter under his wing, and it was clear he wanted to keep the kid out of trouble.

You watched them go, a small grin tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” you muttered to yourself.

As they disappeared down the hall, you made a mental note to spend more time with Peter. Not just because it would annoy Tony (though that was a major perk), but because you could see something in the kid—something that reminded you a little bit of yourself when you were younger. Minus the web-slinging, of course.

You leaned back on the couch, already plotting your next move. Peter Parker might’ve just stepped into a whole new world of chaos, but you had a feeling he’d fit in just fine.

As long as Tony didn’t kill you first.

dividers by @dollywons

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Due to popular demand, I wrote more headcannons with the tadc crew and a young child reader.

Gangle with child Reader

Jax with child Reader #1

Jax with child Reader #2

Kinger with child Reader

Caine with child Reader

Bubble, Ragatha and Zooble & child Reader

Bubble

★ If he sees you doing something bad he will tell Caine later and watches you while you break the rules, not really able to do anything else.

★ He needs to float just out of your reach because you use every opportunity to pop him. The damned parasite eats your food when you look away so the hatred for him is warranted.

★ Bubble is the only one who makes you cry regularly. Unsurprisingly, Bubble ends up getting popped alot for making you cry. Because of you Cain has had to tell Bubble not to:

Wake you up by licking your face

Watch you sleep

Encourage you to stop wearing clothes

Attack your stuffed animals

Attack your breakfast

Attack your lunch

Attack your dinner

Attack you (not even if you were breaking the rules)

Give you weapons

Give you styrofoam

Let you into other people's rooms (how? he doesn't have hands?)

Count to infinity

★ Despite all of this he occasionally gets the responsibility of watching you when nobody else can. See above for what usually happens when he is in charge of you.

Ragatha

★ She's a mother figure to you. And to pretty much anyone who's stuck in the digital circus. But mostly you. Focusing her energy on looking out for you helps distract her from completely losing it.

★The baby talk comes out when she's around you. Its super annoying and literally everyone wants her to stop. But she can't help it! You're so precious, it just slips out.

★ I feel like before she got stuck in the circus she wanted to have kids of her own one day. Obviously she can't now, but having you around helps her cope with that. She is the #1 digital mom.

★ She calls you darling, hon and dear alot. Only using your full name when you royally mess up or do something you shouldn't.

★ You can always ask her for help when you need it. She'd be honored to teach you how to do something you dont know. There's a scrapbook in her room filled with your drawings.

Zooble

★ Zooble is not good with kids, their patience for you thins by the minute. Still, you're a child and don't know any better so you get more leniency than everyone else.

★ Please stop asking them questions, they don't know the answer to half of them. How are they supposed to answer the question "are bears still real?" With a straight face.

★ I'm not saying that Zooble hates you. Moreso they're just at a loss for what to do when you are around.

★ You are without a doubt the most frustrating person for them to deal with. Its pretty impressive, actually. They can yell at Jax when he bothers them but with you, not so much. It's like walking on eggshells.

★ On another note, you get the special privilege of putting them back together when their body falls apart. As long as you promise to put the pieces back correctly.

[stripedstarsblueflags]

Am i the only one who's kinda insulted colapinto immediately insults logan after he crashs the car or am i reading to much into it like?????? Why are you insulting the guy who was so nice to you? And if ur not insulting him then why are you joking abouy his crashes like there funny????

Here’s what I have to say about Franco:

I definitely spent too much time on this, but receiving this ask absolutely BEWILDERED me so I went on an internet spiral to find what on earth it could be referring to before I found it. X, Instagram, Williams App, Motorsport.com. I looked everywhere for any sort of comment or criticism that could be called an “insult” from Franco and he hasn’t made any sort of statement, on socials or interviews, about Logan at all. Which, considering the media/PR hellscape Williams has now roped him into, is definitely for the best.

What I think you meant– I think– was Franco’s radio message right after he hit the barrier. An apology. “Sorry about that, guys.” Now this is where I guarantee you, you are reading too far into it. Drivers are well aware of the consequences of damaging their cars, especially at the beginning of a race weekend. Especially when the whole world is watching with as much ridicule and scrutiny as Williams is receiving now. They know how much the damage costs. They know their teams don’t have bottomless resources. They know that they’re not the ones who are going to have hours or days worth of nonstop work to do to clean up their mess.

Crashing is shameful. It’s embarrassing. It’s like throwing up on someone’s favorite shirt and then watching them hand wash it. Drivers apologize on the radio after crashing more often than not, even in different tones/wording. Logan did not invent dejection, he did not invent self-loathing apologies, he didn’t invent apologizing on the radio after a driver-error impact.

I’m a huge Logan Sargeant stan. The August 27th news hit me like a battering ram in the chest and I’m still in the process of catching my breath. I get that it’s so easy to have a natural, almost overeager resentment for his replacement. The fact that Franco’s media personality, the costumes they put on and stick to throughout their careers to make themselves likeable and recognizable, is so opposite from Logan. Cocky, confident, smooth-talker, upbeat.

But he isn’t in charge of his own image, even, none of them are. He’s walking on eggshells because he’s going to be met with backlash and hate from ex-Williams fans, Logan fans, people who think he can’t be good as a rookie, people who love to underestimate him. He doesn’t have an inch of room to make some kind of public image mistake. Also, he’s not even 25? I still consider that a kid. He’s a kid, he’s learning, he’s gonna be reckless and ambitious and trip over some hurdles trying to navigate the monstrous traveling circus of F1 for the brief time he has.

Also, speaking of mistakes– because Logan, the driver he’s replacing due to James Vowles’ erratic leadership, was famous for crashes and not much else– Franco knows that he can’t afford to show any similarity to that sort of pattern or else he’ll be finished. He’ll be a laughing stock, a mistake, a disappointment, another reason to shout, “Why would you do this?!” to Williams as a whole. Just like Alex, his performance on track has to do more than just carry them forward in the championship– they need something shiny and sparkly and impressive just to cover up the horseshit back in the garage. What happens to Franco if he fails to meet that standard?

He gets maybe one crash. One crash to burn. A single crash could be rookie error, overexcitement, getting used to a new track, any number of excusable mishaps. Anything else? He’s history. And before his second race out of his Formula 1 debut, he’s burned straight through it.

Just because he comes across as optimistic, proud of himself, excited, ready to race onscreen doesn’t mean that everything’s totally fine behind his yes. He’s under enormous pressure. Monumental stakes are weighing on his performance as an F2 rookie, as an F1 rookie, in someone else’s car, for the last third of an already-in-progress season. This could be his only chance to make an impact, to show his talent. And Williams have made that as difficult as it could be for him. Which they’re good at.

Just because Franco is performing better than Logan doesn’t mean he’s a participant in the insidious nightmare that is Williams management right now. He’s just a young driver they could have thrown into the wrong car at the wrong time. Sound familiar?

tl;dr I will defend Franco Colapinto as a temporary Williams driver and support Logan Sargeant as a survivor of abuse and those two things can exist at the same time

[goblin-the-clown]

Song lyrics I think fit Circus Baby!! @ciceroartwork you might like this!!

"To understand it guess I'd have to be a dead man, trying not to laugh out loud." - Dead man, Self

"You can't see me behind the screen, I'm half human and half machine!" - Cabinet man, Lemon demon

"And she'd do anything to get ahead, like using people as ladder rungs and sweeping eggshells under the bed." - Candle queen, Ghost and pals

"But possessing such talents, hear them sing, see them dance!" - A campaign of shock and awe, Evelyn Evelyn

"I don't want what you have, I wanna be you!" - Brutus, The buttress

"See I've already waited too long, and all my hope is gone." - How soon is now?, The Smiths

"Come on darling, let me steal this moment from you now." - Running up that hill, Kate Bush

"I'm chemical, that's all, that is all." - Liquid smooth, Mitski

Extra section for fnaf songs :

"There's no one left to find you, I'll take your place inside you." - Below the surface, Griffinilla

"Never confided that one day, I'd like to be invited outside of this domain." - Darkest desire, Dawko

"You might look at me and think you're going crazy, I lost it long ago you're not alone baby!" - Join us for a bite, JT music

"Stuck in my own paradox I wanna set myself free." - It's been so long, TLT

"You might make everyone happy but you're dead inside just like me." - I can't fix you, TLT (honestly this entire song is just amazing I would include the whole thing lol)

"It's safe to say you weren't what we all expected, but you're a gift and it'd be rude to just reject it." - Fazbear Family, The Stupendium (my GOAT)

[tilthedayidice]

yay for name pallettes being open! could i request Calvin?

The internet while I'm trying to find the meaning of the name

According to every site I reference from

Calvin is of Latin origins meaning "Bald" or "Little Bald one":

Dice Envy Caramel Cortados for Bad Kids

Dice Envy Limcello

Chessex Festive Circus

Chessex Ivory Marble

Wiz Dice Goblin Teeth

HD Dice Eggshell Rose

Tea Twenty Dice Pan du Lait

My color associations:

Chessex Orange Vortex

Chessex Speckled Lotus

WOTC Wild Beyond the Witchlight companion dice

Koplow Yellow Glitter

HD Dice Milky Yellow

T&G Yellow Blen

T&G Orange Blend

[dia-smthidk]

How would the cast react to another of their species I assume soke just go swinging on sight while others wouldn't care

Pomni - She’d walk on eggshells around them at first, but eventually warm up to them only for survival. Unless she’s hungry.

Jax - Def has fought like multiple Anthropomorpthics, another one wouldn’t be any different. He never was able to actually kill one though.

Ragatha - Would be a miracle for another doll to show up in the circus, poor girl has been alone for so long so she wouldn’t mind the company.

Gangle - Melpomennie Gangle would try to overpower/be-rid of the sudden opponent, while Thaleah Gangle would rather be on good terms.

Zooble - limb theft.

Kinger - He’d attack them if they get too close to his territory. He doesn’t think any of them would be able to replace Queenie.

[egg-emperor]

So basically Sage is metaphorically walking a tightrope with no safety net, when it comes to Eggy?

absolutely, maybe even literally considering his circus having one, if he wants her to perform lol

though in Sage's case, a real tight rope without a safety net and a ring of fire would be safer because she couldn't actually get physically hurt as a digital being XD it's the metaphorical one she's gotta look out for as the man's expectations are so high and his temper is so short, he's dangerously unpredictable and it's not pretty when he snaps. she already knows to an extent and all of her siblings do especially as they've faced the worst of it

keeping him pleased and satisfied is like walking a tight rope without a safety net at Circus Park, or walking on eggshells around the Eggman! it takes true bravery and dedication and one can only hope that Sage's loyalty and best efforts can continue to suffice. but even she has been subjected to Eggman's cruel yelling and scolding in disapproval, so she knows it will be challenge. even more so if she hears about how he's treated the others, if he doesn't threaten them into silence!

[dafukdidiwatch]

One Piece - Episode 2

It’s actually a lot easier to review one piece now that I’m at episode 2 to be honest. I mean I still have that ping of “oh this came from the anime/manga” or “oh this is pretty different”. But I feel like it’s less prevalent now. I’ve gotten over the shock of OMG LIVE ACTION ONE PIECE GAH and now can actually see it for what it is. Another story. Which is good because Hoo Boy, they do not drop the ball in the second episode

Overview: Luffy, Zoro, and Nami discuss the Grand Line Map. But before they get anywhere with it, Buggy the Pirate Clown has captured them and forced them into his Circus Tent of Terrors to get the map back. While this is happening, Commander Garp is investigating the theft of the map back at Morgan’s Marine Base, and meets a nervous wreck of a cadet Koby just trying to get through his first day. 

So let’s start off with the obvious

Buggy is a nightmare

Holy Shit I mean I know people don’t like Clowns, but they went hard on his craziness. How everyone, even his own crew, is tip toeing on eggshells around this guy. He’s maniacal. Huge inflated sense of self worth and grandiose. Also a psychopath that let people keep their Hands so they can Applaud on cue To Him. Anime was all “ha ha giggles he’s clown wait uh oh he’s actually dangerous”. Naw they ain’t pulling that shit here. Buggy is a threat. Always a threat. 100% destroys everything and tortures everyone to get what he wants. He has some goofy moments like being a dumbass and punching glass like a moron, but he’s 100% Capital B Bad Guy for the entire thing. 

(Which got to say, I was lowkey waiting for Luffy to flip him off. No reason why, I just thought it would be funny at that moment.)

I have mixed feelings on the Buggy-Luffy “join me” type of deal. On the one hand, didn’t really like Buggy calling Luffy an outcast. He isn’t tho. Not like Buggy gave a shit since his whole goal is to mettle for the map. But Luffy wasn’t outcasted or a freak. He’s too happy-go-lucky to let insults like that impact him. And look there, Luffy never really gave into Buggy because yeah he knows who he is and is confident about that. So that felt a bit Meh to me. 

On the other hand, I liked how they handled the parallels between Child!Luffy and Shanks and Current!Luffy and Buggy. Shanks fought the bandits, defended his friends, literally lost an arm to help his kid. And Luffy took those lessons to heart, defends Shanks and his honor, says the same line about hurting his friends against Buggy with Known History to Shanks. The Antithesis if you will. For the live action episode, that felt well written and excellently handled, especially for an audience that might not have seen One Piece before. 

Also the Shanks Fight to get Luffy was super cool. Love seeing the crew in action and beating/killing all the bandits. A little lowkey sad that they didn’t keep the “guns aren’t for threats they’re for action” and the “Fair? What do you mean fair, we’re pirates” line. Those were great lines that really highlight that they are still hardened fighters/pirates that do still kill. But they kept the “Hurt me but not my friends” line so that’s acceptable. 

Sea King animation was terrifying and really cool. Love to see that in action, and we got to see basically Shanks using power of will against the monster to fuck off. Best, love it. Also laughed a bit when I saw Shanks arm just flying into the ocean after the Sea King’s first strike. It’s in the middle of the screen if you pay attention to it. I just thought it was a funny bit that the Sea King didn’t actually eat it, just tore it off. 

Keep rolling with the badguys here, Cabuji coming in with vengeance exposition backstory about how Zoro hunted down him and his brother and killed the brother for a bounty. Tells how badass Zoro is, shows how stoic, serious, and snarky Zoro is in the face of torture and death. Like they are locked in the circus prop section, this entire set up is really good. But I’m just sitting here thinking that Zoro didn’t track them for shit, he got his ass lost for 20 miles and kept running into those guys accidentally. I don’t know if or when the live action would ever touch on Zoro’s shitty sense of direction, but I hope they do. I’m just waiting for that reveal moment. 

I’m glad they are still keeping the mistrust and traitor vibes with Nami here. She never said she’s part of the crew, she tried to dip as soon as she could with outing Luffy’s powers. She hated the devastation that pirates made in the town, while also sneaky enough to have 4 different lockpicking sets. Love a girl bastard and thief. Especially the end hints of her having *le gasp* a secret corresponder snail working for someone! Oh That’s gonna be so good when we get to it. 

Another small thing about Luffy while I’m talking about the crew: Is it weird I find Luffy too smart? I mean, yeah his first instinct was to eat the map. But he’s rubber, his stomach can literally stretch. And the best place to hide something is on your person. Also he figured out the boxes and getting rid of body parts in reality that smart grab was Nami’s ploy. Though I guess the writers thought it would be best to make Luffy a bit more competent than just the original dumbass he was. Maybe the audience wouldn’t latch onto him as much or something. 

But I did love how Luffy states he’s “a different kind of pirate”. Still a pirate. 100% still a pirate. But not the pillaging or destroying kind. The “I can help my friends out just via violence” type. Not afraid to fight, won’t stand rules, just wants to do his own thing without hurting everyone. Given Nami’s stated mistrust on pirates, as well as the rest of the town, it’s nice that we have Luffy to be that distinction of a better pirate. 

Clown outfits and costumes were really on point. Like the design production went all out to make sure everyone is as wacky and crazy as One Piece is known to be. It’s a bit too bad that we don’t actually see all the clowns fight in one go. Like having Zoro kill/defeat them all offscreen felt like a waste. But the core of this episode was definitely focused on Buggy and Buggy v. Luffy. So it makes sense that they don’t want to…share the spotlight. (see I can make bad circus jokes too)

They’re also giving Garp and Koby a bigger spot in the series too. Anime/Manga we sort of forget about Koby until well after a lot of arcs. But now they are tying his story to Garp about Koby trying to be a Marine like how he wanted. He’s a lot more timid with being a marine though. And Garp, really threatening. In the “I’m a powerhouse and we all know this but I’m still polite” type of way. Still like him, and the live action has this as the parallel of “Luffy Pirates” v “Koby Marines” so two sides of the same coin. 

Too bad we didn’t see Morgan going down either. Or how Helmeppo spontaneously became a Cadet while Morgan was still in charge. But that goes under the “clowns killed offscreen” bit. 

Overall, really good horror circus vibes here. All the fight scenes were on point and clever. They are still blending in a lot of the original source material while making smart and fun changes to the story. And my sister wants to blast through the episodes because she just wants to get to the Sanji bits lol. So stay tuned!

[sadkidwarexpert]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝

tw: generational trauma, mentions of sharp objects, mention of cancer and death (no specifics)

a/n: i promise i'll be writing more stuff, it's just that this year so far was a whole-ass circus, anyway, i want to write more so let's hope i deliver that. i appreciate you waiting for me if you have.

tags: @daisycheols @etherealyoungk @scarlet789 (if you wanna be tagged let me know)

"This is fucking useless," my mother spat through gritted teeth, as she threw the scissors away. "Give me the knife."

I slide the blade knife towards her, and myself back a couple inches away till I'm up against the wall, my tailbone aching as I sat on the hard floor. Cherry juice stains my fingertips, my eyes never leave her as clicks the blade open, and as I lick my fingers clean, I taste the sourness of her expression. So much fury in the way she's shredding the cardboard, the sound of the blade working through it like that of my grandfather's phelmy cough before lung cancer took him to greet death. Mother, with years of rage hiding in her every day actions, was making my little sister's school project, and I, not wanting to be victim to her blade, am staying well away, nibbling on my cherries.

Clock strikes midnight and as if on cue my thoughts rush in, a ritual known to womankind for ages: the act of overthinking till your mind bleeds and begs you to stop. Anxieties from every direction, some yours, some not, a whirlwind of silent screams about a timeline, the past, present and the future. It didn't matter if it was within your control or not, if it was yours to begin with or not. You're a woman therefore you must overthink, it's a built-in biorhythm that you can't escape.

Her hands quiet down and move less violently now that the project was slowly coming together, but the guilt inside me roars like those silent volcanoes that never erupt. I often wonder, what exactly was it that ignited such anger inside her and spread eggshells around the house, and if, by extension, our deliberate choices are a true reason to be angry. My mind always round it back to me, or more like us, and through her labored breathing, I'm still questioning if I was competing over air with her. But then again, I did not chose; she did.

Then again, if you uproot a human, strip away familiarity, dump her between four walls, with a bucket and a mop, and a swelling that breaks her back then cleaves her open over and over, wouldn't it be fair if there was anger?

I don't think anyone can expect what happens to them, no one is never prepared, yet they have to bear responsibility for it, the shocking consequences, the sudden upheaval, the dysrhythmia of being, the clocks that tick wrong, the foreign breaths into your skull, the change of face, of odor, of cloth, slipping into an abyss of different flavor. Misfortune you swallow every day that's dressed in summery silks with the lingering scent of hay. Happiness that tears your ribs far and wide and leaves them open for the wolves of misery to gnaw and gnaw and gnaw at the flesh of your heart like a door open in the dead of winter.

The red of cherries on my fingers makes me nauseous, it reminded me too much of my becoming womanhood. I still wonder as I throw the cherry seeds into the sink, if my mother every wanted to discard us like that, to reclaim her old self, and disrobe from this foreign being she'd become to herself. Maybe even nurture herself into something brighter. Maybe then she'll feel that she was enough. Maybe then she'll love us like she loved summer once.

It's two minutes past midnight, an anniversary has arrived, and for a moment I see a glint of tears at the corner of my mothers eyes, and I know that with one choice, one choice that was supposed to break her ribcage open for happiness, her wings got clipped instead, and the day that was supposed to be celebrated, was the day the butterfly died.

Three minutes into my eighteenth birthday, I realized I wanted to die too.

•

©2023 sadkidwarexpert, Eboni.

[upwards-descent]

I love entering Act 3, everyone is walking on eggshells, it's super tense, then the party stumbles onto a circus and Rizal is sweating bullets the whole damn time

[tscritical]

WAIT HOLD ON ARE PEOPLE BLAMING CRIT BLOGS FOR THOMAS’S TMJ???? THAT IS. LAUGHABLE

even if that is SOMEHOW the case, it implies that we shouldn’t criticize him because. it’ll make his disability worse? that’s some infantilizing ass shit. you want me to walk on eggshells with him because of his disability? you want me to gingerly hold his hand so he doesn’t get pain flare ups? as if he isn’t a whole ass adult that should be able to handle criticism? you’re not just a clown you’re the entire circus

and like if he really gets flare ups from people being like “why doesn’t thomas communicate with us as to why things take as long as they do” then he needs fucking therapy im sorry