#for now though? i’m sleep

[velarisdusk]

hello i just wanted to share this snippet of therapist!rhysand enjoy

He picked up a pen from the notepad in front of him, toying with it between those long, slender fingers. “Now, I want to go over a few things before we start. Everything you share here is confidential, except in situations where—”

“I know,” you interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. “I’ve been through this before. Confidential unless there’s danger to myself or someone else, mandatory reporting, whatever else. I agree to all of it, it’s fine.”

His brows lifted, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he lowered the pen slightly. “Straight to the point. Got it.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, heat rising to your cheeks. “I just… know how this goes.”

“That’s okay,” he said, voice soft but steady. “I appreciate your honesty.”

You nodded, trying to mask the way the words slid off you like water on glass. His voice had taken on that practiced softness. It was all so rehearsed—the tone, the pauses, the words that sounded more like something ripped from a manual than a genuine conversation. You didn’t blame him, really. It was part of the job. But that didn’t mean you had to like it.

It wasn’t the words themselves that grated on you but the way they sounded, so carefully crafted to put you at ease.

They didn’t put you at ease.

You hated this part. You weren’t here for a script, or for someone to tread so lightly around you it felt like you might shatter under the weight of their words. You just wanted to talk. Like real people.

Your arms tightened across your chest, and you resisted the urge to sigh. If he kept this up, you weren’t sure you could sit through a whole session without snapping. But snapping would mean starting over again. Explaining yourself. Apologizing. You weren’t sure you had it in you to do that—not today.

“Does that make sense so far?” he asked, his voice still wrapped in that practiced softness.

You blinked, realizing you hadn’t been paying attention. “Yeah,” you lied, shifting slightly on the couch.

His lips quirked again, just barely. Not a smile, but close. It was… pretty.

[moonlightcycle571]

Wouldn’t it be funny if Billy could only give powers to one person at a time, so the Vasquez kids take turns being Captain Marvel Junior (as they still look like kids) and they make everyone thinks it’s one shape shifting child.

Reporter: Captain Marvel, who is this new protoge worth you?

Marvel: you’ve met Junior though?

Mary, who wanted to take over: yeah we talked last week.

Reporter: ah what

At first it’s just Mary and Freddy (mostly Freddy cause he’s really into being a superhero) so everyone thinks Captain Marvel Junior is a shape shifting gender fluid kid and Marvel is a supportive dad.

But then the other Vasquez’s join in the fun

Reporter: Captain, new protoge?

Eugene, in it for shots and giggles: Claire, it’s me, Junior

Reporter: … you’re Asian now?

Eugene: woooooowww

Marvel: that’s low even for you

Reportee: but I-

Eugene: Both Captain and I have lived lives of many genders, colours and have been in many cultures. And yet you shame me for feeling nostalgic and reverting to an ancient form of mine.

Reporter: I- w h a t

It’s sparks a lot of debate of cultural appropriation for shapeshifters in general, with a lot of people invoking Martian Manhunter, fae and other shapeshifters. So naturally Pedro steps up

Captain Marvel and Junior both volunteering at a homeless shelter.

Reporter: … junior?

Pedro: yes?

Reporter: what are you doing

Pedro, making an ancient Mexican recipe he got from the Library in the Rock: making a dish I learned a couple of centuries ago from my then family.

Reporter, really doesn’t want to get cancelled: ok

Naturally this takes a lot of coordination, and a lot of people test them by giving info to one kid, and different info to the other. Solomon sees right through them cause the divine group chat is connected to Billy and the chosen Junior. Things were starting to chill for a bit. Then Darla joined in.

Darla, visibly younger than the other forms: Hi :D

Reporter: why do you keep getting younger and younger???

Darla: :3

At this point the reporter is so done. Are you a child with a lightning emblem on you? You are Captain Marvel Junior. And it seems to work most of the time.

Billy: *gets deaged as Cap*

Reporter: oh junior! New form? This one looks closer to Cap!

Billy: I’m not Junior???

Reporter: *bluescreens*

Bonus:

In a Justice League Meeting

Flash: So is Junior like a mantle? If so why is it only one kid at a time?

Hal: yeah, what do the others do when you take one at a time?

Billy, an absolute troll at heart: what do you mean, it’s the one kid?

Superman: what???

Billy: yeah so Junior hasn’t settled into which form they like the best and switch it up. I think they like it better that way.

Martian Manhunter, troll n2: *nods along* finding ones main form is an important part of self discovery. On Mars, many like to alternate between forms as they could not be tied down to one.

JL: ah

Bonus 2:

Batman: *slowly puts away the ‘Not An Adoption Problem’ Support Group invite*

Bonus 3:

Dudley: please please please please

Billy, fed up: WHY

Dudley: it’ll be so funny.

Billy: you know what, fine!

Later Dudley is given some powers but decides to only let the Reporter see him.

Reporter: … Junior????

Dudley: no one will ever believe you *flies off*

[mossy-paws]

Mangograft! (PHIGHTING!)

Would one care for a mango? (It’s a bomb /j)

ANYWAYS I forgot to post this so here it is! Live laugh Mangograft this was a suggestion from a friend since I was bored :3

Also here’s this gem too no im not giving context

[anna-scribbles]

on the subject of the agreste mansion

[lethality-of-dual-strike]

I love you peri-weri one of these days I’ll learn how to draw you consistently

I think what we need for season 2 is some good ol perirep slapstick I need to see them scrapping it out like looney tunes

[otaku553]

2 am thoughts about roommates

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hey guys, fun fact that I learned completely randomly and not at all by being scared shitless five minutes ago:

Did you know that if you mix hair bleach and bleach your hair and leave the extra in the bottle with the cap on in case you need extra it will expand until it blows up two days later and covers your bathroom?

Yeah. Well. Now you know.

Not that it happened to me.

@starchasersunseeker @beautyoftheships this is what happens when you leave me alone and wifey goes out.

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: Bakugou dies but comes back to life, “comes back wrong” trope, implied fighting, angst

When Bakugou died, you’re not sure how you went on living. Grief had taken over your life, sat you in the passenger side while it cruised off the highway into icy waters. And even then, you couldn’t find the energy to drown.

It’s why there’s a sudden uptick of energy when you’re promised to have him back. Some top scientists contact you months after his death, tell you to hurry down to the headquarters labs, come and rejoice for what you’re about to witness. And you’re horrified, to say the least.

“This isn’t my husband.” Are your first words when you walk in, watch the figure on the other side of the glass examine its own hands. It looks like your husband but—but his hair isn’t the right shade of blond all over. His nose bridge had a slight bump after a scuffle with a villain. He had a scar on his hand but—but it never looked like it was to sew a pinky beside the other fingers.

“Is that really my husband?” You ask next in disbelief, slowly entering the room. Bakugou’s head snaps up, his eyes a little brighter than you remember but—they hold so much emotion. So much memory, so much panic, so much guilt.

“I left you.” He mutters, his voice raspy and ragged, and you wonder if it’ll always be like this now. It makes you cry a little harder than it should, but you only embrace each other. He’s cold and his shoulders don’t hold the same mass and his back doesn’t carry the same scars. There’s one, jagged and rough, running down his back, and you think, you think that’s where they slipped a new spine in.

“Welcome back home.” You tell him, weeks after meeting him again, new and not totally—Katsuki. He’s stiff and he doesn’t immediately take off his boots when he enters, and it worries you. Makes you think if you’ve just let a stranger into your home, one that has stolen your dead husbands face. Makes you wonder if he’ll be as loving as Katsuki once was, or if he’ll become your monster looming over you with the guilt of not being able to rest anymore.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You whisper against his mouth one night, a little while after he’s moved back. You don’t know why you lay under him, why you let him nestle himself inside of you, why you let him hold you against his chest. Katsuki always ran his hands over your cheeks and neck whenever he held you like this, but this…man, only holds himself up with his hands resting beside your head. It’s alien, how he looks at you, how his hips are methodically measured with every thrust, how he kisses you every 8 seconds. You wonder if he’s more robot than Frankenstein monster.

“Why did you come back to me like this?” You ask him one night, barricaded in the bathroom away from him. You can hear his sobs on the other side, his pleading to be let in. He tells you he never wanted to come back if he had to be like this, that he’s sorry, please let him in, he misses the warmth of your skin, he’s never been so cold before, he’s never liked the cold.

“Is this considered cheating?” You ask yourself aloud one night, when Bakugou is forced back to the lab when he becomes too…un-Bakugou. To sleep with a man that is your husband in every way but? Your husband has been dead for a year now, and yet you stroke the chin of the man that tries so hard to be him everyday, but fails so miserably at it every time.

“I’ll come back to you right this time.” Bakugou promises to you when he’s strapped down to leave for the lab and before he’s sedated. But you don’t believe him—you never did. Your husband is dead, and this animated corpse has been nothing but a cheap mockery of everything you’ve lost and something you will never truly get back.

[napping-sapphic]

I really do know that physical appearance isn’t everything but i also really hope that one day i get to experience someone i love looking at me and thinking i’m pretty

[sunfloweraro]

Bunny cuddles!

Wolfie upsets Bunny unintentionally and makes it up to him with snuggles.

(and of course I’m tagging @thatonecrazysidekick and @tiredgaytheatrekid)

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .

“I wanted to ask a few things from ye while I was in this form. I wanted to know more about yer Link.”

Bunny’s eyes dropped to the ground. His lop ears lowered farther. A tiny whimper escaped him, and he wouldn’t look at Twilight.

“Do ye know he’s…”

Bunny turned away, confirming Twilight’s suspicions: Bunny knew the fate of one of his owners.

“’m sorry we couldn’t take ye back to yer other owner—Ravio, was it?” Another whimper from Bunny. “Ye must miss him.”

Slowly, Bunny nodded. He stayed silent.

Twilight regretted bringing it up at all. “Sorry, are ye okay?”

A low keen from Bunny. A definite ‘no,’ even if not a word had left Bunny’s mouth. In his eagerness to finally speak with Bunny, Twilight had gone and upset the poor creature. First, they had taken him away from his home and family, and now Twilight was reminding him of his recent loss.

“’m sorry,” Twilight repeated. “I shouldn’t ‘ave brought it up. If ye ever want to talk, I’ll listen.”

Bunny still wouldn’t look at him. Twilight had never known an animal to fall so despondent, and that protectiveness within his chest flared, bright and golden.

“Aw, c’mere.” Twilight paced around Bunny three times before carefully lowering himself to the ground, wrapping his tail over his forelegs to complete the little circle around Bunny. Bunny made a curious sound as he was surrounded, but he didn’t try to run nor escape, only gazed at Twilight with intensity in his eyes. “Get some rest, li’l one. I’ll protect ye tonight.”

Bunny’s violet eyes glistened. He dipped his little head, lop ears swaying. He paced in the small circle of space he had, three times just like Twilight, before settling down in Twilight’s fur, resting his fluffy head against Twilight’s. They fell asleep together, Twilight curled around his tiny pink bunny, protecting him from nightmares, monsters and the bite of the cold alike.

Come morning, Wild would have a dozen new photos on his slate, but the teasing fell on deaf ears when Twilight could only fawn over how small Bunny was, encircled by his wolf form. The protectiveness bloomed brighter and he couldn’t help but draw Bunny into his arms, and though it wasn’t the same, Bunny still rested his head against Twilight’s regardless of his change in form.

[tempered-grace]

sneak peek at the visible mending

if you look close you can tell that it’s covering an old darned patch (that looked. bad)

(also the camera did my stitches dirtyyyyy they look way better in person 😭)

[lilacxquartz]

i kind of like the idea of exploring a story that’s maybe like, idk. so you know me, i really the concept of kenjaku’s character. it’s so interesting. i love ancient evil that’s mysterious in general because it’s also just fun to write.

i’m thinking heian era original body, discovering their technique and their relationship with tengen. and just maybe them initially being good, while slowly descending into a monster. the decisions they had to take, the politics that they stirred up. god. so juicy.

[superfluffychickens]

A reminder that I have the cutest and best dog ever!

I want to train her a bit more this year - she’s gotten really good at ignoring the chickens, coming when called, she’s great at “leave it” and pretty good at “wait,” and can ever kinda play “fetch” now, but I’d like to get her to walk better on a leash in public. She just gets excited so easily and that makes her distracted and she pulls. Dog training is hard, you have to be really consistent which I personally struggle with, but it’s amazing to see how much Treasure’s learned already. She only knew “sit” when I first got her! She’s the kind of dog who’s just so eager to please, so she’s a quick learner - it’s really me who struggles, haha! But she’s just such a wonderful friend, she goes everywhere with me and she’s always happy, she’s my perfect girl and my instant serotonin boost!

[finniestoncrane]

it’s bedtime for me so i’m just making a quick manifesting of good sleep for me and for you all 💚 making slow progress with writing, i dunno if anyone is even waiting or cares, but it kind of feels nice to be going at a slower pace and i’m finding that i’m calmer when writing now u-u

[warlenys]

8x16 / 8x21

[peachfruitcake]

did you hear about what Martin said about Susan and Linda on the Twitter space he hosted on the 27th? i thought of you instantly when he started talking about them and have been waiting for you to post your thoughts! :-)

HEHE YES IM THE ONE WHO’S QUESTION LED TO THAT!!!!!

Now for those who didn’t listen to that space, Martin said that Linda called her to say goodbye but never specified how it went of course. Besides “hey Susan I’m leaving sorry this is really impacting my mental health” “gaaaaaaaaaaey”/j

This is all a personal headcanon but I like to think that their friendship grew incredibly distant ever since Linda married Felix, Susan probably stopped talking to her altogether for a while and it would leave Linda very confused and upset. They might’ve started talking to eachother again a little bit as the series of events began to approach but only very brief small talk, maybe Linda complaining a little and giving Susan a few life updates and them both talking about stuff they’ve been noticing with others lately (especially Felix’s drinking), but nothing deeper than that.

I see Susan being extremely emotionally closed off to most people except maybe a select few that she knows very closely, so if you were to ask her what’s going on in her life she’d give you a very vaguely watered down version and not what’s actually going on or how she’s really managing herself emotionally.

So basically she used to be more open with Linda, but during that period she sort of just started treating her like a stranger.

So when Linda called her first to tell her that she’s finally leaving, Susan acted how she usually would, keeping it calm, understanding and respectful and wishing her luck, but she won’t really show any more than that. Or that she cried later and felt pretty bad that they couldn’t be so close anymore and that she’ll probably never be able to make up for herself acting so distant for the past many years again.

Of course this all comes from how I view Susan as a character myself though and also the fact that I refuse to pass up the idea that she has feelings for Linda. I like to think that she introduced her to Felix cuz Linda was getting more desperate to find a relationship and Susan was getting weird thoughts so in a panic she shoved her off to him so she could avoid the urges. They’ve been boiling within her since highschool and she always was able to push them aside or excuse them as “she’s just my very close friend I don’t have many close friends so she feels extra special” and as the years went by they began distracting her a lot from her work and were growing stronger and more unavoidable aaand they were really beginning to affect how she’d interact with Linda and you see Susan hates feeling like another has any control over her and Linda just wouldn’t shut up about hooooow badly she wants a relationship and hoooow many dates keep failing and Susan was at the point to where she was starting to get the kind of dreams that make you stare up at the ceiling in horror when you open your eyes in the morning so one day when she overheard Felix speaking about being single and wanting to start looking around, she decided to introduce her to him. Susan allegedly never finds a problem she can’t fix in some way so that was her solution.

They hit it off, Susan’s solution isn’t working for some reason cuz she doesn’t feel any relief at all and in fact feels worse but just sucks it up and just focuses on her work and looks the other way. Linda and Felix get married, Susan feels like throwing up the entire day and now feels somehow even more worse by now and suddenly whenever Linda wants to chat she’s suddenly always “busy” every time. Susan’s often busy anyways but you know yourself when there’s a difference between “shit I’m busy that day, let’s do Sunday instead” and “Sorry I can’t, I’m busy”, “I don’t know when I’ll be available.”

While Linda and Felix were dating, Susan probably assumed that she was just jealous that she couldn’t have a little fun at her age herself. When they got married, Susan told herself that she’s probably so depressed over it cuz it’s making her feel like she’s fallen behind others her age and that maybe she feels bitter that all of these people are moving on and going through these important life stages while she remains behind. Which made no sense otherwise cuz Susan couldn’t give any less of a fuck about starting any sort of family or going out. But that’s what Susan would tell herself that she feels so she wouldn’t have to think about it any further. By the time Susan thinks she’s over whatever it was, she begins having brief talks with Linda occasionally. Not often and still a bit distant, but way better than before.

So yeah can you imagine how shitty and guilty Susan felt that whole time of her weird bitterness toward Linda being in a relationship and not being able to approach her much anymore or how Felix turned out to be such a shitty husband.

If this headcanon is aligned with twf’s canon, she’d probably be dead before she even gets to actually acknowledge and accept her feelings as they are. Such is life though. Not like she could’ve done anything about it.