#established partners only

[constellationcrowned]

MOUTHWASHING stater sentences

Notable tws: death, suicide mention and ideation, unreality, etc

"I hope this hurts." "What happened was an accident. We were trapped." "People have to be worth their titles." "I wanted to believe that I was never one setback away from my worst self." "The kid was brought on just to make me suffer." "I have to believe that our worst moments don't make us monsters, _____." "The only thing worse than dyin' slowly is not gettin' paid." "I won't give up on you, even like this. I believe in you." "How come it always seems like you're standing on the edge of a bridge with your feet in cement?" "S/he won't suffer one more second because of your delusions." "I can see myself for what I am." "All I ever hear is how great of a leader you are. God, it's so annoying." "Shut up. _____ tried his/her best. I did too, but s/he's the better man/woman." "_____ is dead. And so are you." "All I can do is to try and make my life one I'm not trying to run from all the time." "Stick the idiot with a bunch of sad sack adults and see what s/he learns, eh?" "Make no mistake: this isn't my worst moment. Far from it. It's the best one I'll ever make." "Close your eyes, _____." "You were supposed to be the one who had everything under control. You said so yourself." "We're a team. Just you and me, like we used to be." "You think it's all goin' somewhere but every failure leaves you a little more mangled than before." "....I don't think it ruins the illusion though. It's peaceful." "Shouldn't a captain go down with his ship?" "Useless ray of goddamn sunshine." "Why can't any of you just give me some time to fucking think!?" "Don't worry, if anyone ever finds us I'll still be playing the villain." "_____...I'm going to fix everything. We're going to make it." "You'll be the better man in the end, just like you wanted." "....I want to go home." "This was entrusted to me by our previous, tragically inclined leader/______." "It's okay, ____. You're going to be okay." "How do you still not understand? It's over. End of the fuckin' line." "Take responsibility."

[animeomegas]

Imagine ending up at a hotel with your omega at the last minute. Perhaps your car broke down, or maybe your flight got cancelled.

Regardless, you get to this hotel, exhausted and stressed, and they have one room left. Fine, perfect even.

But it's a twin room.

You take it of course. You just want a place to sleep, you hardly care. But your omega seems a little... moody? Disgruntled? Pouty? Well, you've both had a long day, you don't blame him.

You get to the room and you claim a bed at random, putting your bag down at the end of it. Your omega lets you take the bathroom first for a quick shower, so you do so.

When you're done, you tuck yourself into your bed, and you just about manage to stay awake long enough to see your omega come out of the bathroom.

But then...

He completely ignores the other twin bed and slides straight into yours. He doesn't seem perturbed by the lack of space, in fact, he seems quite happy to lay directly on top of you if that's needed.

He acts like his behaviour is totally natural. He makes himself comfortable on the tiny bed, says goodnight, and that's it!

Clearly, sleeping in separate beds is unacceptable for you omega.

Thinking of: SASUKE, Tamaki, Belphie, Haku, Todoroki

[redwylde]

Forcing my two ultimate faves to interact by thinking about how Silver would definitely be interested in biology and the natural sciences because many original ecosystems wouldn't have been able to survive in a world dominated by fire.

In the future he was very interested in history and had to rely on books to learn about anything that came before, but whilst visiting the past he explores and follows field guides in his free time because now he can experience it all for real. Enter Knuckles, who is the most qualified person he knows to teach Silver all about the unique biomes of the world.

At first it just starts out as Silver visiting Angel Island every so often to ask questions and compare notes in his field guide with what Knuckles has seen, which Knuckles enjoys. An excuse to talk about his adventures with a genuinely interested party and they end up bonding really quickly over it. Until Knuckles gets tired of talking about books (and not all of them are correct) so he says fuck it, you can't learn everything from a book and starts taking Silver on forays into the world and shows him everything he dreams to see - ruins reclaimed by nature, entire ecosystems existing on a single type of tree, underwater worlds hidden by algae and sediment.

[zmediaoutlet]

Straight shot down I-29, Sioux Falls to Carthage. Should be about seven hours unless the girls have to stop and pee every fifty miles. “That means you, too,�� Dean says. Sam shoves his shoulder but just enough so Dean sways, grinning, and Sam rolls his eyes and settles back against the cab, stretching his legs out long on the truck bed. He hands the bottle back over to Dean, too, so he’s not that annoyed. Bodes well for Dean’s chances, later.

Freezing out. Dean’s wishing they’d brought out a blanket for more than one reason. One of those nights where there are about a billion stars overhead, the moon just a tiny sickle-slice low in the sky, and Bobby’s place out far enough from town that there’s nothing to get in the way of the view. He tips his head back against the truck’s window, blows out so it purls foggy over their heads. A shooting star, streaking fast across the east. They both snort.

Dean takes a drink off the bottle and hands it back to Sam, and Sam takes it but doesn’t drink, only sets it on top of his thigh. Dean lets his knees spread, knocks one into Sam’s. Wants to pull Sam down to the cold metal and crawl over him and actually get to some good ol’ defiance of looming death, but on the other hand if he does that then he doesn’t get to look forward to it, anymore. He licks the inside of his cheek, thinking it through. Thinking also that he’s kinda tipsy. Won’t be the first time he’s driven hungover to almost certain tragedy. Maybe it’ll be the last but he’s feeling optimistic, kind of. Sort of. Against the cripplingly awful odds.

“You know,” Sam says, “Carthage is where Hannibal was from.”

Dean squints at the stars. “The f-f-f-fava beans and chianti?”

Sam huffs, lets his shoulder sink down against Dean’s. Warm all the way along his side. “The general. Led that doomed march on Rome. Drove his elephants over the Alps. Half the army died.”

Elephants in the snow. Dean pictures it. Soldiers cutting out pieces of flesh to try to keep going. Stumbling, freezing. Leaving their friends behind. He turns his head and finds Sam looking not at the stars but at his hands. Only one of the junkyard lights on, back by the house, so Dean’s really only got the rime of gold on his dumb swoopy nose and his crumpled forehead to go on. “Messed up,” he says, light. “Should’ve used snowmobiles. Better turning radius than elephants, for one thing.”

Sam doesn’t laugh. “How are we gonna win,” he says, finally.

Like Dean hasn’t been thinking the same thing, on a terrified constant loop screaming from his cramped guts to his hindbrain. He’d thought Hell was bad. Even the word crawls in this frozen awful way up his throat and makes him want to just lay down, give up. Apocalypse. And worse, though the idea of worse than that should be impossible, that the hands meant to wreak it, that are allegedly destined to force their way into cracks in the earth and just tear the whole thing to jagged bleeding pieces, are right here beside him, holding that shitty plastic bottle of drugstore hooch.

Dean reaches over, takes it. Sam lets him. Dean takes a big gulp that burns going down, and then sets the bottle tucked into the back corner of the truck bed where hopefully they won’t knock it over, and then takes Sam by one wrist and pulls and Sam—resists, for a second that makes all the horror in Dean leap up straight to the surface in his skin—before he lets Dean bring him in, sliding down together on the slick cold metal, Sam’s hand sliding up his side under his jacket and shirt and shirt and landing freezing somewhere around his ribs, this light hold that makes Dean shiver all over. Dean nudges his nose under Sam’s jaw, breathes there in that way he’s known for too long makes Sam shiver, too. Sam does, and presses his closed mouth to Dean’s temple. They’re going to fuck, one way or another, because this is a last night on earth unlike any other they’ve had—and Dean can feel it already, getting a wet hand around Sam’s cock and maybe sucking it, getting Sam to grab his head in those huge hands and getting that taste heavy under his tongue and that ache in his jaw that he’s always not-so-secretly liked, from how he’ll stretch after and Sam will smile at him, and he’ll say shut up and Sam won’t say anything, and how that’s just—maybe never going to happen again, if they screw this up. If tomorrow goes how it could so, so easily go. If Lucifer—

Sam’s hand slides over his stomach, down. “I want,” he says, and doesn’t specify. Dean gets it. Wants a honeymoon suite and a case of bourbon and a week to sink into every single inch of his brother. Sam’s hand cups his whole crotch, squeezes, and Dean pushes into it, balls dumbly waking and his dick swelling, stupid and ignorant of the circumstances. “I—”

“Yeah,” Dean says, to everything. He pushes Sam down to his back and rises over him, Sam’s hands sliding urgent to his hips, his body blocking Sam from the cold stars.

[danny-chase]

the utter disconnect between Tim and Dick in Red Robin #1 is kinda legendary I'm not gonna lie

[destructive-delight]

microdosing on friendship by hanging out in chat on streams with less than 15 viewers

[kariachi]

Sorry-not-sorry I'm back on my normal 'Kevin and Argit were so small' bullshittery.

Because they fucking were. Kevin was twelve when Servantis tossed everybody, and Argit couldn't have been far off. They were middle school aged. 'Puberty would be starting about now if we weren't wandering the Null Void and therefor likely not eating near enough' aged.

A pair of children, with minimal education, no paperwork, no homes, no guardians. Wandering the Null Void and then the Milky Way, on their own. One a prime target for the slave trade, both prime targets for adults looking to take advantage of them (*coughcoughOttocoughcough*). With only as much security as they could provide themselves and each other. Only able to rely on themselves for the basic necessities of life.

And then this show has the audacity to try to tell me that they turned to crime due to poor morality. That they're money focused because they're just naturally greedy. That they don't trust people and look out for themselves because they're bad people that either will always be bad people or will only improve because of the power of Tennysons.

What options were there for them? What jobs are there in the Null Void? What jobs are there in the galaxy that'll hire barely-teens, if even that, with no paperwork or educations, that wouldn't ruin them as badly and pay worse than the crime they already had experience with? Will keep them fed and clothed and sheltered? When one of them already has a criminal record, for violent crimes at that? When there's nobody there to stop even the 'good' adults from taking advantage of them?

The show will sit there and tell you that Kevin's violent crimes were the result of a rough childhood, but he and Argit's non-violent ones? Totally on them, no excuse, wholly a matter of greed and not giving a shit about other people. Fucking bullshit. This is a pair of kids who had to grow up way too fast, up against an existence that saw at least one of them as easy profit, with nothing but themselves and each other, and no opportunities. They're a pair of traumatized kids who grabbed the opportunities available to them with both hands and were molded by the problems they faced.

Of course they're money-focused, unlike the Tennysons they don't and haven't had anybody making sure they had enough to get by. They've had to support themselves and live with the constant worry that something is going to go pear-shaped and they'll have nothing.

They spent years with anybody and everybody being a potential threat (even between the two of them, Argit's noting that Kevin's snapping while he worked for the Rooters was the worst he'd seen 'before or since' makes it quite clear he's seen him on and passed the edge at least as much if not more than we have), of course they're going to be slow to trust, quick to toss people aside, and unwilling to help their enemies without some sort of payout, they've been burned before.

Just- Damnit these two come from some shitty fucking situations, the effects they had on them are obvious if you bother to fucking look, and they both deserved better than the series just going "oh yeah they're assholes what do you expect they're criminals" and moving the fuck on. Like, for fuck's sake at least acknowledge that they're like this because life was a fucking lead pipe to the teeth to them! We know Kevin's situation was shit even before they met, we got to see it, but even if Argit had a perfectly good life beforehand (unlikely) the earliest we see him is being held captive for illegal experimentation purposes by law enforcement! These two have been through shit! At least acknowledge it!

Fuck, they could've replaced Color of Monkey with that, hitting on the differences between how Kevin and Argit adapted to their circumstances, give us upfront the Tennysons being a safety net that let Kevin heal (rather than just 'oh the Tennysons taught him morals because they're the Good People') while Argit's issues and lack of security kept him stagnant. It would go better with what we see of him over the course of OV leading up to the Rooters arc, and what we're shown in the Rooters arc. Give us him still being far from great or on the up-and-up but improving with the stability that comes with his 'hero' status, a repairing relationship with Kevin after that arc, and a flourishing, above-board business. Rather than backpedaling on any good the writers had thrown at him like they'd realized they were coming up against a cliff.

Shit that makes you want to get the writers by the shoulders and shake them mercilessly.

[stunt-lads]

do you think Negan has any fetishes he's ashamed of? Because i am trying to figure out if he would even be ashamed of anything he would be into unless of specific scenarios?

Negan doesn't strike me as someone with a lot of shame tbh? He just seems like the kind of guy who is unapologetically himself and doesn't care if it makes others uncomfortable.

THAT SAID

I think he may have some reservations about being in specific scenarios if he doesn't 100% trust his partner. (Which is fair and not uncommon for BDSM in general!)

For example, I don't think he would bottom if the person he was with wasn't someone he knew he could fully trust. I don't think he'd like receiving degradation or humiliation unless it's someone he trusts entirely.

You could argue that's a part of being ashamed, since he doesn't want to be on the receiving end of things that could be construed as a weakness or used against him if the wrong person knew about it.

But for him to have shame about anything else? Like piss or feet or fucking someone's wounds? Nah, not Negan.

[mariocki]

Double Doctors! William Hartnell has a terrible time as wounded robber Jeff Richards, while Patrick Troughton is the unnamed (and uncredited!) tramp who finds Jeff's hiding place in Dial 999: 50,000 Hands (1.16, ABC, 1959)

[jtbb]

google am i on the aro spectrum or am i just a teenager

[rebelquilled]

i have. very specific muses i can jump right into a ship with. xayah is not one of them ajsflkd;ja

[seth-shitposts]

don't know if this is a hot take or not but

I have 0 qualms with tagging background ships in fics that focus primarily on platonic found family relations with other characters if that ship is one of the most popular in the Fandom.

Those two silly partners? I ship them very much. But I also want to explore the platonic relationships they have with their friends and found family. So I am going to tag it as such.

Now that being said I won't do that to rarepairs or ships that don't have a bottomless amount of content or ships that simply don't get enough love. Im not a dick. But you can bet your ass that if that is one of main ships, it's happening.

[captainkurosolaire]

Well, since you said to.. Seeing you come across my feed, either with writing or screens, is always a treat. I could never ask you to rp for fear of being boring in comparison, but I will just cheer you on from here. Keep being awesome, Cap'n!

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.

[hobermallowed]

"funny how feminization is only an issue when it happens to louis" There are people in this fandom who insist that Samstat is hypermasculine and reading him as anything other than a Stanley Kowalski pastiche is stupidity and projection. The same people who insist that female-coded Louis is the only right interpretation of the character, and they already imply that Assad's Armand is hypermasculine as well. It's the side of the same coin as the problem with a dainty, feminine Louis. They're not about subverting the gender norms, but upholding them in a twisted way

Gonna be honest, I can’t articulate a proper response to this because I just woke up and I’m about to go back to sleep because…no.

[daedrabela]

i'm still gonna be angry and hold onto this anger for a long time because i was DISRESPECTED. not wanting to be around me and constantly making up excuses was DISRESPECTFUL. acting like "i" was the needy clingy one when i was watching someone i cared about start to pull away and abandon me was DISRESPECTFUL. guilt tripping me and talking about being better off alone and always being left behind by other women was DISRESPECTFUL. lying and gaslighting me about flirting with someone when it happened right next to me was JUST as disrespectful as it happening in the first place!! I don't know where to put this anger!!! I don't know what else will help!!! but acknowledging what happened as something extraordinarily disrespectful and a failure on that person is incredibly cathartic, because i deserved the entire world after everything i went through to keep that person with me, and then they decided to discard me?? no no no they are an ANT beneath my heel now. they are a WORM. a miserable PARASITE.

[mrfoox]

Maybe I'm petty but the guy that I basically turned down a month back... Is still kinda messaging me half heartedly and I just... Im over him lmao