#giving her lots of snacks

[90th1k1k0m0r1]

yuki’s going to the vet tomorrow

[threadsoflacee]

i wish we got more molly and will scenes. they have such a good chemistry together. the few scenes we have of them awkwardly trying to talk about their feelings and will unable to reach out and molly reassuring him however she can are so bittersweet. in the script theres WAY more small gestures of love between the two of them like will crying in her hands or kissing her face and molly complimenting him about his progress or calling him hotshot and sweet lol. i am one of those people that truly believe will loved molly !!!!!! of COURSE he didnt love her as passionately and as maddeningly as he loved hannibal. but i feel like he felt safe around her and found his sense of normalcy and soothing and secure environment that hannibal could have but never gave him. he needed that after so many years fighting for his life and everyone else’s. god i WISH we got to see those kisses or those tears from will crying at his own guilt for putting his wife and son in danger even with hannibal being out of his life. ( also molly is so pretty and they look so good together. and i love their little house.)

[presiding]

formerly an essay in tags but - billie lurk. half-nameless, misremembered woman. her powers derived from the things taken from her, without any catharsis or empowerment. the rat charm, tied with deidre's hair, her lover's voice in the mouth of rats. her arm and eye, taken, given back only to cause her chronic pain, then lost again. foresight seems a cruel gift for a woman who botched the timing of her takeover of the whalers, and bet wrong when it came to delilah.

she never bore the outsider's blessing; his first visit to her was more like an assault. every other dishonored POV character gets the choice to be selfish, and for that selfishness to mean something, but billie's actions have no effect on the world at large, either, in a game without a chaos system.

some say that corvo is the ghost, but he can reach out and change things. billie's buried herself twice and come back and nothing she does seems to matter - she is less a protagonist, more a convenient full stop in the narrative.

try this: open doto, start a new game. sit in her cabin. notice how little of billie there is. even the woman she loved more than anyone has the face of another named character.

she sits amongst the assets of other games: empty canvases and a dressmaker's mannequin that wears nothing.

[mihotose]

ginko asks tsuzuri some questions :-)

tsuzuri announces them as gintsuzu but ginko feels weird about her name going first so tsuzuri changes it to tsuzugin but then starts wanting oden

"what do you do after school on days you don't have practice?"

she talks to saya or suzu. she'll listen to suzu talk about her recent challenges or saya will talk about what happened at school that day. saya's stories are interesting so she has fun listening. sometimes saya goes skating/fails a test

"sayaka-senpai does?"

she loves it

"she loves failing? i see… that's a surprise… i didn't have that image of sayaka-senpai..."

saya's been skating since she was a child

"since she was a child...?"

little saya skating was so cute. tsuzuri was shown a video of her the other day

"a video? of her failing?"

suzu and tsuzuri are going to watch saya skate in front of everyone next time so she asks if ginko wants to come as well

"im not sure id be able to handle that"

oh…? its fun watching saya skate though...?

"uh… let's change the subject and talk about something other than failing. besides talking, what other things do you do after school?"

she plays gesture quizzes with saya and suzu

"ah, you did those in past streams too didn't you? but i haven't watched them yet..."

tsuzuri gives ginko a gesture and it takes a while for her to guess because she's the school building

tsuzuri makes ginko have a go and she does "what she's been practising for nadeshiko sai" aka a fox. tsuzuri answers oden because she got hungry again

"gingitsune and tsuzugitsune"

they also play rhythm association games so they have a go

saya -> beautiful -> gin

ginko gets flustered and asks why tsuzuri said that and tsuzuri tells her she's pretty

suzu -> cute -> gin

ginko gets flustered again and says they should ban her as an answer and tsuzuri says "but you are cute..."

ice -> skate -> skating/failing

ginko realises she's been misunderstanding what tsuzuri's been saying this whole time and pretends she didn't lol

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Trans Steve

So like I have had this ungodly obsession with a trans Steve who is very secret and undercover. Like not even Robin knows hes trans. I sort of headcannon that his parents arent supportive but like, Mr.Harrington really wanted a son to take over his buisness so if this means the only way possible he will. Of course not everything is available through the 80���s but what Steve is able to get done is done. (Top Surgery and Testosterone) 

But because there isn’t the greatest education for trans people he doesn’t think he can get pregnant. So he ends up having a slip up under some circumstances and hes now currently very sick from morning sickness. But thing is he still wants to stay hidden but he doesn’t want to hurt the baby. So he lies and says that he has the flu to the party and they all believe him.

He is convinced that he can stay well hidden, and he does. He starts to wear way more baggier clothes then what he normally does and he is super dysphoric over the entire pregnancy but he doesn’t want anyone knowing hes pregnant. There is obvious signs like the cravings.

He’ll constantly be sitting next to Argyle when he hangs out with him eating the strangest combinations there is. Argyle simply just accepts it and goes along with the fries dipped in ranch. Of course Robin gets a little suspicious because of course her friend is hiding something.That and he has been wearing way more baggier clothes then normal which isn’t a steve thing to do. So she is worried hes getting self concious of his scars. So what does she do? She sticks Eddie on him because coincedently he has the same ones. 

Steve can’t help himself but laugh when the other tries to give the other a pep talk which just turns into Steve giving Eddie the pep talk. (Literally the boy will be floating for years after this.) But each time someone comes close to guessing Steve confuses them. Literally no one thinks hes pregnant because hes a dude.

Though when he actually starts to pop out more he is having a increasing amount of difficulty hiding. He feels fat and his hands and feet are swollen and he cant stand it. He also gets very dysphoric and hates his clothing. So a conversation happens one day and thats how he finds himself buried in Argyles clothes. They feel like a actual guys clothes and he loves it. Of course Eddie hops in and lets steve wear a bunch of his baggier metallica sweaters. To be honest he just enjoys seeing  the other in his clothes. 

Though now Steve is having a difficult time standing up on his own, so now he tries not to sit. Which obviously fails. He sits and hes very embarrassed when it first happens. He ends up stuck on the munson couch while Eddie was in his room doing god knows what. He really has to pee because of the baby and the only one around to help him is Wayne. Wayne who isn’t dumb. Hes caught onto how strange the harrington boy was acting and cant help but be suspicous. 

Though it all finally clicks in the older mans head when Steves face goes a little pink and hes cradiling his stomach like its a baby. The sweater tightens a little around his middle and right there is a very obvious baby bump. Wayne is shocked and confused and thinks it isnt but he recognizes the signs of pregnancy. Eddies mother had very similar cravings Steve had, she couldn’t stand up on her own. Though he wasn’t sure his suspicions are proven when the boy flinches holding his stomach as if he was kicked. 

Wayne moves over and helps the other up with a knowing look and neither of them say anything. Though Wayne does when they are by themselves because he doesn’t want the boy to go in labor when he was by himself. So now Eddie is very confused as to why his Uncle was jumping up and around as Steves slave when he comes over. 

(I think I might do everyone elses reactions in a part 2 lol, I have been really wanting to write this but this is literally all the energy I can muster up to do) 

[midnightfangz]

There's something about silly cafe AUs that soothes my soul so much

[hecksupremechips]

Btw I’ve started playing the funny stars and time game. The the one about the loopty loop and the white diamond ass shit

[andragoras-in-vanity]

trying to live up to a household of three people when disabled just so your dog doesnt mope that no one else is home....its definitely a choice ive made this week. anyway i took her for a walk but now im a fall risk.

[losetheweightandlookthepart]

"You look like you've lost weight"

Oh???? My????? God?????? IT'S NOTICABLE?????? FUCKING FANTASTIC

Now I just have to keep going!

[evandorepart2]

ugh ughhhhhhh im hungry :( i grabbed our mostly empty bread loaf this morning since my brother was downstairs and i was panicked but it only had three slices and ive eaten them all and now im hungry.....when is that man leaving so i can have a decent meal in peace like what the hell. also i think theres something very very wrong with me mentally cause thats kind of fucked up :/

[biboomerangboi]

More reasons why Zuko being the Firelord is objectively the funniest thing on earth:

HES SEVENTEEN

He hasn’t been civilised in 4 years, his entire teenage experience consists of living on a boat and sleeping rough. The most stable bed he has was probably in Ba Sing Se he probably will just nap anywhere.

He has customer service experience which means he probably uses his customer service voice on his minsters.

Additionally he probably just wanders into to kitchen to get his own snacks and tea because he forgets what servants do.

He probably has no idea why he can’t just chase after an assassin he used to hunt the avatar for Agnis sake why is the captain of the guard demanding he stay in his room he’ll find the guy first (he’s probably right)

Katara probably has a free pass on Eco terrorism because what’s he going to do challenge her, she’ll beat his ass.

If he saw a minster doing something shady he will either invite lady Beifong to detect their BS or commit B&E and look for evidence himself.

He somehow found a baby dragon and raises it.

He will be far to willing to give Kyoshi island anything they want cause he feels bad and Suki scares him.

He randomly insisted on giving some earth kingdom village 100 ostrich horses.

The Avatar will just show up call him Hotman and demand the go on adventures and the Firelord will just dip because he’s been confined to long and has the Zoomies.

He takes far to much advice from Sokka and will genuinely believe if someone doesn’t get Sokkas plans they must be an idiot because Sokka is 16.

Sokka and Zuko also get into a lot of teenage rebellion phases by accident.

Toph just walks in breaks a wall of his palace and demands a field trip that always involves the Firelord having to explain himself to the cops.

He somehow knows every dangerous teen in the world and they all come for tea uninvited.

He has broken into both the NWT and Ba Sing Se.

He has a really well documented facial scar and official portraits but still disappears to be Lee the tea guy like no one knows.

HES SEVENTEEN.

[foldingfittedsheets]

I think something a lot of other people can relate to is the way that you get so conditioned to discomfort that you stop registering it.

I remember sitting at the table with my family, eating dinner as a child. I’d try to eat, because of course I was hungry. But sometimes the flavor or texture was so repugnant that it moved into a category of Not Food.

“Two more bites before you can leave the table.”

“I can’t,” I’d say, trying to explain the impossibility.

But because I was a child they heard, “I won’t,” and made me sit at the table. I’d sit in dull agonized silence, bored and hungry for hours until bedtime when they’d give up. I’d hate myself for not eating and my parents for forcing me to sit there. The few forcefeeding moments ended in vomit.

They’d say, “If you don’t eat this you can’t eat a snack later,” and I moved past trying to communicate my discomfort into accepting that I’d just be hungry.

That state of affairs didn’t last, because my parents realized nothing could force me to eat so they catered to my palate, worrying they’d starve me. But the message stuck. If you can’t do anything about a situation, just accept the suffering.

A few years later my mother called me off the playground to ask, “Are you limping?”

I shrugged. My feet had hurt for a long time, but that was just the way things were now. My mom pulled my socks and shoes off and gasped. The soles of my feet were covered in huge painful planters warts.

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” She demanded but I could only shrug at her. I’d learned a long time ago that saying things about my discomfort didn’t matter, so now I had no words. Sometimes things hurt and sometimes they don’t. I simply accepted and did my best.

Now as an adult trying to learn to improve my own conditions can be hard. If I make food that I can’t eat I’ll force myself to sit at the counter still, full of guilt and self loathing, trying to will myself to eat it.

At first I needed my betrothed to gently take it away to present me with something I could eat. Now on my own I can usually admit that it’s not happening before too long and get something else, but I still feel guilty.

Laying in bed at night waiting for my betrothed to finish getting ready I let out a huge sigh of relief when they turned the lights off.

“Why didn’t you turn them off if they bothered you?” they asked the first time it happened.

“I didn’t even know it was bothering me until it was gone.”

Assessing my physical state now to see if I can improve it is something I’m still relearning but I’m relieved to finally have the space and support to do it.

[sapsolais]

<3

[mostly-imagines]

Banished

jason todd x fem!reader

aka jason misses his girlfriend

warnings: extremely mild angst, he’s just mopey (he’s fine)

Jason sits slumped over the kitchen island, head lying in his crossed arms. His now soggy cereal disregarded after barely a few bites.

Dick’s been rummaging through the cabinets for the better part of twenty minutes and Tim sits atop of the nook table shoving donuts in his mouth for the better part of thirty.

Damian trudges past them to the nook bench, taking out a knife and beginning to whittle away at a block of wood.

He glances at Jason with a scowl. “If you’re going to be so miserable, can’t you do it in your own home?”

Jason just grunts.

He wishes. You and Bruce had conspired to trap him at the mansion for the week so he could heal from injuries sustained during the last mission without risk of him suiting up and sneaking away from you in the middle of the night.

It’s not even the fact that he’s basically being babysat that’s got him so disgruntled. He wouldn’t mind it at all if you were here too. But you were dead set that the manor was too far out of your way for work, so you’d stay behind. A lose-lose for Jason.

“He’s just mad his girlfriend kicked him out,” Dick teases, swiping through the fridge.

Tim snorts from the doorway, “Me too. He’s a lot more depressing on his own.”

Jason kept his head down as he blindly reached for the spoon in his cereal and chucked it at Tim’s head.

Tim catches it without thought, continuing, “A lot more irritable, at least. Why isn’t she here?”

“She’s gotta work,” Dick says, scanning through the pantry.

Damian peeps his head up from his project. “But Todd has a rather large supply of less than legally obtained money, does he not?”

“Yeah, but she said she wants to pay her own rent, I think,” Dicks hums, finally giving up on his quest for a snack.

Damian pauses.

“So she wants to live in a tiny apartment?” He asks, a mixture of confused and horrified.

“Watch your mouth,” Jason mumbles.

“It was a genuine question!” Damian protests, face screwed up.

Jason finally lifts his head up, turning to his little brother with a raised brows. “And I’m genuinely going to break your nose.”

It’s an empty threat, maybe. But it was enough to shut Damian up anyways. Jason turns back to his cereal and swishes the bowl around.

Dick rests his arms on the counter across from Jason and speaks lowly. “You know, it is just a few days. She’s coming back.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Jason was never one for showing his feelings—let alone talking about them.

He misses you, plain and simple. Dick could see that much clearly, though the longing looked unfamiliar on Jason.

Bruce lingers in the hallway, just past the island, listening.

He’ll admit (to himself) that he’s worried about Jason. It’s been three days and Jason has yet to show a crack in this demeanor. And while it’s not uncommon for him to stow himself away, there is something quite wrong with the way he hasn’t countered his brother’s jabs at him or teased them.

And while he could do without the blatant threats, he’s proud to hear his son defending his girlfriend, even over trivial things. It’s one of the few moments where he feels like he did right by him as a father.

And now here’s his son, caring about someone else more than he cares about himself. Someone who’s a good person, no less. It had been your idea to trick Jason into staying at the manor, you were scared that he would push his body past its limit when you couldn’t do anything to help.

Bruce knew you didn’t feel great about basically banishing him for the week but he could see that you just wanted what was best for Jason. He could see it so clearly. Maybe Bruce could never have been a perfect father, could never have given his son everything he needed despite having more money than he could ever use. Maybe he couldn’t help him, even now.

But you could.

Bruce peers around the corner, leaning up against the doorframe.

He watches Damian give up on carving at his block and start into the leg of the table.

He watches the bickering that broke out after Tim grab the last glazed donut, which was apparently the only thing Dick could possibly fathom eating.

And he watches Jason.

As Jason’s phone lights up on the counter next to him. He glances down at it with a frown before his face absolutely lights up.

He scrambles to pick the phone up and starts typing away. A quiet action that catches the attention of all of his brothers.

He types and types, waits for ten seconds for a response and types and types again—smile on his face.

The Waynes didn’t need to be the greatest detectives in the world to know who he was texting.

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[litt1e-prince]

shut up i have thoughts on my boyfriend i must share. n e way! he kissed me the other day and i was kicking my legs and he called me cute thats all thank you.

[nulltune]

offers her some chocolate almond pocky. the expensive kind.

unprompted,  always accepting !   @necroethes  ♡

❛   oh ...   ❜       never one to indulge in her wants  ( despite her sweet tooth ) ,  the world of pocky flavors is foreign to her  ——  the chocolate and strawberry flavors she's come to know of,  given their popularity,  but to think there'd be chocolate almond ... !   though expression doesn't shift from stoic,  a vague intrigue twinkles in caramel hues.

carefully holding the box  —  it's a bit heftier than usual  —  hakuno shakes it lightly,  curious.  made with real almonds.  ooh ...  peeking up to look at tara,  her head cants.       ❛   there are two packs inside  —  one for you,  and one for me ?   ❜       you shouldn't have,  she's tempted to say,  but given the occasion—  perhaps it's best to accept the offering.  and it'd be lie to say she doesn't want to accept it.       ❛   thank you,  but please let me return the favor to you someday.  do you like sweets in general ?   if so,  then i may have some to share.   ❜

( she's yet to discover the price of the snack,  but once she does—  she'll be even more insistent on repaying the sentiment ! )