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I WIN (I had a dream about Deadpool & Wolverine)
#hands and knees on the ground#I win.....#if I had a nickel for every time I had a dream about one of my hyperfixations#I'd have six nickels#which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's happened six times!!#2 for genshin. 3 for marble hornets. and now 1 for deadpool & wolverine#anywho the dream was kinda similar to the scene where deadpool was trying to find the best wolverine varient#but like. it wasn't the wolverine that we know and love#basically deadpool got into trouble with some other folks in this bar in the forest#and this like. cowboy lumberjack wolverine was all like “get in” and drove off with deadpool in his truck before he got got#but the funniest part about it was wolverine saying “ no. I'm drunk wolverine!”#??? LIKE WHAT😭#because deadpool was asking him questions and thought he was another varient??#idk. it was kinda crazy. but on the bright side. i got a deadpool & wolverine dream!!#anywho someone make a fanfic rn#deadpool#deadpool marvel#deadpool movie#deadpool 3#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool & wolverine#wolverine & deadpool#wolverine#poolverine#wade wilson#logan howlett
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“Did you wash your face?”
“Yes.”
“Brush your teeth?”
“Yes.”
“Brush your hair?”
“…Yes.”
As soon as he says it, he coughs. A freckled hand moves to itch at his throat, rub at slowly puffing eyes.
“You, William Andrew,” Lee says, grinning, “are a liar.”
Will scowls. “Am not!”
The effect of his glare is significantly undermined by the redness of his eyes and the cough that interrupts him mid-sentence. Shaking his head, Lee leans into his bunk and scoops his brother up, heading to the Big House. He slides his hand in tangled, curly hair as Will rests his head on his shoulder, still breathing heavily.
“I can feel the knots in your hair, doofus.”
Will curls up tighter in his hold, muffling another cough in his elbow. “Nuh-uh.” He sniffles. “Hey, Lee, am I dying?”
Lee snorts. “No, you’re not dying.” He ducks into the back entrance of the infirmary, flicking on the lights and setting Will on the counter of the nurse’s station.
Will’s brow furrows. “Then what?”
With his swollen tongue, it sounds more like ‘den wah’. Lee picks up the pace — he’s pretty sure, based on what he knows, that the reaction will go away on its own, but a little Benadryl can’t hurt.
“You’re having an allergic reaction.”
He finally finds the stash of Benadryl — who sorted the mortal meds cupboard by colour again — and grabs one of the little measuring cups. Will sees the medicine and immediately starts whining, trying to climb off the counter.
After a minute of wrangling, he manages to keep Will put with one leg over both of his, chin hooked around his shoulder to hinder any escape attempts so he can pour the medicine with both hands. (He pours one teaspoon, even though Will is eight and should be having two. He’s too small for two. It worries him, a little bit — but there is nothing in his vitals to indicate anything’s wrong, so he must just be a late bloomer. Or maybe he and Michael are just destined to remain under five feet for eternity.)
“I’m not drinking it I’m not drinking it I’m not drinking it ew ew ew ew ew —”
“Yes you are —”
“No! Gross! It’s disgusting!”
“You’ve never even had it before!”
Will looks at the tiny little cup like there are worms writhing in it. (He would probably be more willing to eat it if it was worms. Last summer he ate an ant before Lee could stop him. No one told him demigod life would involve wrangling dangerously impulsive children, and he would like a refund, please, thanks.) “I can tell.” He clamps his mouth shut, turning away. “I am not drinking it.”
“It will help you,” Lee says exasperatedly. Was he this difficult as a child? He needs to call his mother. “I can literally see you scratching your throat, you little snot.”
He shoves his hands under his thighs. “No.”
“…It’s bubblegum flavoured.”
Will turns slowly to look at him, evaluating the little cup with suspicion.
“Bubblegum?”
Lee shakes it enticingly. “Bubblegum.”
After a long, tense moment, Will nods once.
“Fine.” He accepts the little cup, bringing it up close to his face to inspect with one squinting eye. “But if it’s disgusting I’m spitting it out.”
He brings the little cup to his lips for the most delicate, most minuscule of sips, more of a dip of the tongue than anything. Lee rolls his eyes. A second later, a pleased look slots on his face, and he downs the rest of the medicine in one large gulp.
Immediately, some of the swelling reduces, and he stops breathing so laboriously.
“There you go,” Lee murmurs, smoothing back his hair. “That’s better, isn’t it?”
“No.”
“Gods, you’re stubborn.”
He’s smiling as he says it, leaning down to press a kiss to Will’s freckled forehead. He slumps into it, sighing, arms winding their way around Lee’s neck almost shyly. Understanding the gesture for the plea that it is, Lee scoops him up again, wincing as he elbows his ribs in an effort to get comfortable, and starts putting the medicine away one-handed (by alphabet, the correct way to sort.)
“You sleepy?” he asks softly, feeling Will grow heavier against him. He crosses his fingers — Apollo kids don’t often suffer side effects of medication, but he’s hoping the drowsiness’ll kick in. It’ll be nice if Will actually, like, sleeps through the night. For once.
“Mhm.”
Smiling wider, he flicks off the lights and steps out into the late evening. Cicada song swells in the mid-spring mugginess, owls hooting somewhere in the darkness. The curfew harpies’ chittering grows nearer and nearer. Lee waves to some of his friends as he sees them puttering outside their cabins, running through the last of their nightly routines, and finally ducks into Cabin Seven.
“He out?” Diana asks, hushed, setting aside her guitar to walk over.
Lee hums. “Almost. Had to give him some Benadryl, so he’s sleepy.” His smile turns sly. “He lied to me about brushing his hair and broke out in hives.”
“Of course he’s allergic.” She leans forward, shaking her head, and presses a gentle kiss to his temple. He doesn’t stir. “Goodnight, sweetpea.”
The rest of his siblings call out their own soft goodnights as Lee walks over to Will’s bunk, covered in stickers and bracketed by Michael and Leanna, and sets him on the mattress. It takes him several minutes to pry himself out of his grip.
“Love you,” he whispers. He brushes his knuckle across his cheek. “Night, kiddo.”
———
The next morning, Will sleeps in for hours. The rest of them rise as usual with the sun, but he’s snoring, drooling onto his Star Wars pillowcase. The cabin is filled with muffled snickers and snapping cameras.
“I am going to have so much ammo on him by the time he’s thirteen and embarrassed by everything,” Michael says gleefully. “So, so much ammo.”
Lee grins at him. “Make sure I get a copy.”
The walk to breakfast is almost strange — the twelve of them again, no baby brother. Melody, complaining about the Hermes girl who is not picking up on any of her hints, pauses mid-sentence to ask if she can swear. Cass laughs out loud and allows it. Quickly, breakfast becomes a competition of who can swear the most or the most colourfully, free now that there are no little ears (as if Michael hasn’t supplied Will with a vast vocabulary already).
By the time Will stumbles into the pavilion, rubbing sleepy eyes, breakfast is almost over.
“Well, hello, lazy bones,” Lee teases, getting up to grab him a plate. Will trails slightly behind him, fingers twisted in the hem of his shirt.
“‘M not lazy,” he grouches, accepting the heaping plate Lee hands to him, “you drugged me.”
They walk to the brazier near the Apollo table, taking in the sweet smell as Will scrapes off a hefty chunk of olive bread. Lee waits for him to close his eyes and finish mouthing a quick prayer before guiding him, still sleepy, to the bench.
“I didn’t drug you. You took the medicine yourself.”
“Um, no way! Unless a patient is educated about the risks, benefits, and alternatives about a treatment, they do not have informed consent.” He nods resolutely, evidently proud of himself for remembering the spiel. “Ergo, you drugged me.”
Lee has the sudden, overwhelming urge to burst into tears. Will is — he’s just so bright, and so little. Eight years old and chattering off about informed consent, intently watching Michael in the infirmary, taking notes in his little blue notebook and wrapping bandages on burns with his tongue poking out between lost teeth. When Lee was eight years old, he was chasing his friends around at recess, chattering to anyone who would listen about Pokémon.
He had felt it, when the glowing gold lyre appeared above Will’s head: this child will do great things. They’d all felt it. Cass had gone stiff, eyes flashing green and face creasing in horror, before remembering herself and the big blue eyes watching her, scared, and plastering a smile on her face. ‘Great things’ is never a good thing for a demigod to do. A demigod destined for great things is a demigod doomed.
With every straining molecule, he wants to turn to the heavens and scream, no! You will not have him! You will not use him! He is not yours to toy with, to use until you’re bored! I will not allow it! By my dying breath I will not allow it!
Instead, he swallows around the lump in his throat and says, “What kind of dork says the word ‘ergo’,” and laughs when Will sticks out his tongue. He reminds his baby brother to chew with his mouth closed and keep his elbows off the table, lest his mama kick his ass, and forces himself to focus on the way he leans into Lee’s side as he eats; to memorize the wideness of his unburdened smile.
———
“I’m allergic to lying?!”
“Seems like it,” Lee confirms, closing one eye to line up a shot. He breathes in, holds, then exhales, letting the arrow loose. It hits the bullseye, but not quite as centred as he’d like it to be. Shoot. He sets down his bow, and Will runs off, scooping up the volley and running back with them.
(Gods, Lee loves having a little brother.)
“That’s not a real allergy,” he huffs, placing an arrow in Lee’s waiting hand. “The ten most common allergy types are foods, animals, pollen, mold, dust mites, medications, latex, insect stings, cockroaches, and perfumes or household chemicals. Other allergens are rare but not impossible, but all are a result of physical stimuli. An allergy to a concept or person is a figure of speech.”
Lee squints at him. “Do you know what ‘stimuli’ means?”
“No.”
“It means a thing that evokes a specific reaction. Where’d you read that?”
“‘The Flu, The Plague, and the Common Cold — How We Are Shaped By Reacting’ by Phyllis Ledger.”
“Huh.”
He lines up another arrow — closer to the centre, this time. Good enough.
They don’t learn a lot about paediatric care at camp, or really anything outside of first aid and emergency services, but he’s pretty sure that normal eight-year-olds don’t read and memorize medical textbooks in their spare time. Is he supposed to nurture that? He has no idea how to nurture that.
It’s kinda funny, though. Cute.
“How can I be allergic to lying if that’s impossible?”
“Is sewing a severed arm back on a person using magical nectar and singing songs possible?”
Will pauses, considering. “Okay. I guess so.” He waits, letting Lee focus to make another shot. “I still think it’s stupid. Are you allergic to lying?”
“Nope.”
“Is Cass?”
“Negative.”
“Michael?”
Lee scoffs. “If Michael was allergic to lying, he would be dead.”
“Is anyone else allergic to lying?”
“Nope.” This time, the arrow lands in the dead centre — finally. “Just you, kiddo.”
He’s heard, of course, of children of Apollo afflicted with such an inconvenience before. Their dad is the god of truth, after all. It’s bound to happen.
Will frowns. “What are the parameters?”
Lee glances curiously at him. “What do you mean?”
“Well, what is lying? Am I allergic to lying, or not telling the truth? They’re different, you know.” He fidgets with the last arrow of the volley, picking at the tail. “Am I gonna get hives if I say something that’s not true, even if I think it’s true? What if I say something that’s a lie but everyone believes it’s true, like when people believed smoking was good for you?” He gasps, looking at Lee with wide, worried eyes. “Oh my gods, am I allowed to be sarcastic?”
Lee tries his very best to hold back his laughter. He is obviously unsuccessful, because Will scowls, shoving him as hard as he can and throwing off his last shot.
“It’s not funny!”
“It’s a little funny,” Lee snickers, jogging down the range to gather his arrows. He slides them into the quiver, tossing it and his bow onto the equipment deck. “You’re very adorable when you’re mad. You get all —” he pokes Will’s dimpled cheeks, grinning when it makes him smile — “pouty and red. Like Tinkerbell.”
“You’re mean. You’re a horrible mean big brother and I want Beckendorf to adopt me instead.”
“I’ll let him know,” Lee says drily. “C’mon, kid. There’re cabin inspections tonight; I know you got Lego everywhere. Time to clean up. I swear, if we get Castor again I’m gonna —”
“Oh, I didn’t see you guys! I hope I’m not interrupting your practice.”
Lee stumbles. “— lose it.” He trails off weakly “Hey, Carter.”
The son of Athena smiles widely, dark eyes twinkling. His front tooth is just slightly crooked, and Lee finds himself staring at it.
“Hi, Lee.”
Lee wonders, briefly, if he has suddenly developed tachycardia. It certainly feels like it. He remembers something Will had rattled off during lunch yesterday — hummingbirds don’t actually hum, they just beat their wings thousands of times per minute, often in sync with their heart. Lee feels a strange kinship with the little birds right about now.
Will clears his throat loudly.
Carter startles. “Oh! Oh, hi, Will, I’m sorry. Didn’t see you there.”
Will squints suspiciously. “Uh-huh.”
“I was just hoping to use the archery range, if you’re done with it.” He tucks a lock behind his ear. “Or, um. We can share, if you want.”
“Oh, no, that’s okay,” Lee rushes to assure, “I actually just finished, so I’m all — it! It’s all yours!” He clears his throat, sure his face is flaming. “Uh, take it away! Shoot straight!”
Mortified, he clamps his hands on Will’s shoulders and practically shoves him forward, rushing away as fast as is socially acceptable.
“Okay,” Carter calls out behind him, audibly confused. “See you around, Lee.”
Lee makes some sort of horrible, crackling chucking sound. “Right-o!”
Just bury him. Really.
“Smooth,” Will mutters, the second they’re out of earshot. Then he pauses, delighted. “Hey! I can still be sarcastic!”
Lee flicks him on the forehead, scowling. “Shut up.”
———
“— it just seems so vague, right? I mean, say I look at the sky and say, the sky is green. That’s obviously not true. But what if I think it’s true? Or what if I think blue is green, and green is blue? Am I being truthful? Is truth defined by my belief, or by whoever I’m speaking to? Or some arbitrary, so-called objective standard? And what if —”
“Will,” Lee begs, hands pressed to his rapidly-pulsating temples, “for the love of Zeus, please settle down.”
“I can’t,” he says dramatically. He gets another couple jumps on his (FRESHLY MADE) bed before Lee gets fed up an wallops him with a pillow, sending him tumbling with a shriek. “Child abuse! I’m telling Chiron!” He makes a pleased noise. “Hey, I can still exaggerate! I wonder if acting is considered lying —”
“I am going to lose my mind.”
“— and what about, like, withholding the truth? Like, for example, if you asked me, hey, Will, did I make a big embarrassing fool out of myself in front of Carter this morning, and I do not say yeah, totally, I was embarrassed for you —”
“That’s it.”
Lee pounces on him, murderous, digging his fingers into his brother’s sides as he shrieks with laughter, pinning down his arms so he can’t writhe away.
“Mercy! Mercy! I’m sorry, I’m —”
“You’re literally lying right now!” Lee says in disbelief. “I can see your eyes reddening!”
Luckily, the reaction isn’t so severe this time. Maybe it’s a smaller lie, leaning more into teasing than anything, or maybe even the universe can’t be so cruel when faced with Will’s giggles. Either way, Lee tickles him until he’s begging for mercy for real, gasping as he darts away.
“You’re such a brat,” Lee says fondly, catching his breath.
Will sticks out his tongue. “Nuh uh.”
“Get over here, doofus. It’s nine o’clock. You were supposed to be in bed a half-hour ago, I’ll tell you a story.”
Predictably, that gets him quiet, clambering over the mussed sheets and shoving himself into Lee’s side, leg sprawled over his knees and chin digging into his chest. Big blue eyes turn to him with attention, wider than the sea and skies, sparkling, clear with open trust. The lump surfaces in Lee’s throat again, and he brings his hands up to smooth down Will’s hair, distracting himself by untangling the many knots.
“One day,” he begins, voice a little wobbly, “there was a boy.”
“In a galaxy far far away?”
“No. Shut up.”
Will pouts. Lee kisses him on the forehead.
“There was a regular boy on regular Earth. And he was small and clumsy, because his brain was too big for his body and threw him off balance.”
“That’s called a Chiari malformation.”
“William Andrew.”
“Sorry.”
“Gods. Anyways. The boy.” He clears his throat. “The boy was the most curious boy to ever exist. He would observe things, with his big eyes, for hours, trying to figure out how everything in the whole world worked. He’d memorized how every creature in the pond worked together when he was four years old. By the time he was five he could speak frog, and dance with the fireflies.”
Will giggles. “A boy can’t speak frog, that’s ridiculous. Can the frog speak back?”
“Shhh. Listening ears. One day, when the boy was eight, he got very bored by his house, even with the pretty pond. The frogs were too busy to play with him and the fireflies had flown off to work, so he decided to go on an adventure.”
“A quest?”
“Yes, exactly. A quest for knowledge. He decided he would learn every piece of information possible so that one day he could bring it back to his village and share it with everybody. Do you know what happened?”
“What?”
“He was successful. He spent many years travelling and observing and running from monsters to get all the information he could. And when he came back to the village, the people saw that he was kind and intelligent but very naive, so they sucked out all the knowledge from his head to use for themselves and he died. The end.”
“What? No!” Will pushes himself upright, unfortunately putting his entire weight on Lee’s spleen, jaw dropped in outrage. “That’s a horrible story! You can’t end the story like that!”
“My story,” Lee wheezes. “I can end it however I want.”
“Tell it better!”
“Fine, fine. Get off my organs.”
When Will is settled again, curled in the crook of Lee’s arm and glaring at him suspiciously, Lee continues.
“The villagers didn’t kill the boy. You’re right. But they weren’t very careful with them, either. The boy wanted very much to help, so much that it was sometimes all he could think about. And the villagers didn’t mean to, but they treated the boy like he was a knowledge machine — taking and taking and taking, forgetting to give back, to check on him. One day, the boy was so drained of knowledge that he collapsed.”
“Of stress-induced exhaustion?” Will asks softly. His eyes, finally, have begun to droop.
Lee smiles. “Something like that.”
“Then what happened?”
“The villagers panicked, because the boy wasn’t awake to tell them how to fix him. They didn’t know what to do. Some of them, even, didn’t know why he collapsed at all, they thought he might be cursed and didn’t like him anymore.”
“But he wasn’t cursed, he was sick!”
“That’s right. He was sick, because he didn’t stop to take care of himself. He let people take too much without making sure he had enough to stay whole.”
For a long time, long enough that Lee thinks he’s asleep, Will doesn’t say anything. And then he says, in a very small voice, “Does the boy still die?”
“No,” Lee whispers, tightening his hold. “His big brother comes back from a long trip and heals him. And then he yells are the villagers for making him sick, and makes them promise to be more careful. The end. For real this time.”
“I like the second story better,” Will says. “It’s good that he had his big brother there.”
“Always.” Lee swallows, shifting once Will’s eyes flutter shut, sliding him under the covers. “Always, kiddo.”
#thinking about what could have been and sobbing on my hands and knees on the ground#something something the children of prophecy know which of them is going to live something something#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians#hoo#heroes of olympus#pjo hoo toa#will solace#will solace angst#lee fletcher#will solace & lee fletcher#i don’t know how else to tag this but like. pain#my writing#fic#longpost#baby will#baby will solace#kid will solace#smart will solace
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I’m JUST saying… that… Sunday would kiss you in the backseat of a private limousine…
#hsr x reader#sunday x reader#maybe feel you up a bit too#MAYBE#like a really sly hand resting on ur knee#just to keep you still and grounded#+ the stop is coming up soon and he can’t have you looking disheveled
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imagine v1 making its usual mess after killing and murdering and being forced to clean it up
#ultrakill#v1 ultrakill#really funny idea ithink . machine on its hands and knees scrubbing out blood stains from the ground
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omg where'd you get your top it looks like it would fall apart after one cycle in the wash
#i need you to imagine my very specific vision for yakumo piggybacking on eiden ok:#eiden is such a playful lil scamp so idk one day he wants to test his strength by carrying yakumo#yakumo's always carrying passed-out-eiden after marathon sex sessions so. how heavy can a vertical noodle possibly be#but yakumo's scared he's too heavy or that he'll be too awkwardly shaped (whatever that means) for eiden to carry#so while eiden is crouched down in front of yakumo beckoning him to climb aboard#yakumo stiffly positions himself . but . his feet barely leave the ground#and their bodies aren't touching much.. as in#yaku's knees are gripping at eiden's midsection instead of scooching up close#because he doesn't want his crotch right up against eiden's back LOL#and he's very lightly touching eiden's shoulders with his hands#but since yakumo's body is so distant/unevenly perched.. it actually makes it tougher for eiden to carry him#so eiden has to coax yakumo into getting MUCH CLOSER against his body#'come on . right up against my back. it'll make it easier!!'#'no need to be shy 😏😙'#'that's right! now put your arms around my neck. there we go!!'#after yakumo loosens up and loses rock posture... he indeed becomes easy to carry#so eiden gets to strut around proudly with a yakumo on his back for a bit#this whole thing was inspired by me wanting to see oli bridal carry yakumo LOL#it would be sooooooo easy . oli is sooo strong and yakumo sooo flimsy. just scoop him up. kiss his forehead#tbh he could lift yakumo one handed but the bridal carry is more comfortable and oli is Considerate#then when i had oli AND eiden carrying yaku in my head.. i started imagining the others#something about.... yakumo being tossed around by bottoms#fills me with unprecedented amounts of delight#GARU!! SPIKE HIM ONTO THE GROUND LIKE THE ALMONDBALL#yakuoli#yakuei#yakumond#yakugaru#yakukaru
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OKAY BUT KAI HAVING STUPIDLY TICKLISH HIPS IS SO CUTE. I CAN TOTALLY SEE JAY JUST LATCHING ON AND SENDING TICKLISH SHOCKS THROUGH THEM UNTIL KAI IS SNORTING AND SOBBING BUT STILL LOVING EVERY SECOND OF IT.
YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW I FELT WHEN I READ THIS. IH MY GOD I FELL TO MY KNEES AND SOBBED IGM NOT DOING OKAY
i present to you this piece on how i feel qbiut this. warm, overwhelming and silly all in a butterflies sort of way
extra :]
#ninjago tickle#ninja sillies#jettdoodles#tickle art#lee!kai#ler!jay#<333#perhaps went a lkttle bit insane and oops what did my hand draw#need to save this ask so i can come back and sob about hos hips#anyways yeah im so normal about this#like the way i collapsed to the ground and sobbed on my knees was so normal#waking up to this was so great yes yes#re read this so many times
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Whumper stepping lightly on Whumpee’s hand, adding weight when Whumpee fails to give them the answer they’re looking for.
#really any instance where Whumpee is on the ground and Whumper is holding them there#a knee digging into Whumpee’s back#a hand fisted in Whumpee’s hair and pressing their face into the ground#yanking the chain of a leash so Whumpee stumbles#then stepping on it so there isn’t enough give for Whumpee to rise#Oh and of course Whumpee may too exhausted to even think of getting up#so Whumper crouches next to them and grabs their face#that’s the good stuff#whump
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I am slowly losing my grasp on reality
#houseki no kuni#houseki no shitpost#hnk#land of the lustrous#lotl phos#phosphophyllite#the world as I know it is shifting before my very eyes#love hate and sorrow all mix together in my mind#forming something indistinguishable from human emotions#as I look upon my backyard the intense pounding that constantly lies in the back of my head subtle enough to ignore#becomes more and more intense#i fall to my knees and clench my head in my hands#suddenly a voice speaks behind me and it says to me#“if y e s spells yes#what does e y e s spell?”#I fall into a crumple on the ground and begin to shake#I weakly look behind me to see who that was and-#no one#only leaves and the grass billowing in the wind#the pounding increases again and I return to a shaking mess lying on the floor#love#hate#sorrow#the words repeat in my mind as hours pass#I fall asleep#and when I awaken#e y e s... spells eyes
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Fucking prey animal behaviour wtf
#get your ass OFF the ground#jjba#jojos bizarre adventure#jjba part 3#stardust crusaders#terence t d'arby#terence t. d'arby#shitpost#god I hate him I need to run him over with a semitruck and leave him lying flat in the road like a dead squirrel /aff#beating him with a meat tenderizer#jjba minor antags will literally get on their hands and knees and arch their backs to oblivion as soon as they realize it's over for them
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the thing about being fat and doing yoga is all these skinny youtube yoga people can do all these bends and shapes so easy bc they don’t have any stomach or huge thighs or massive tits and if you look up “fat yoga” it’s all people like “YOGA FOR FAT BURNING!!” bitch i just want to watch a fat person show me moves that i can actually do
#‘put your bent knee between your arms with your hands on the ground’ i literally cannot do that i have a body there#regardless i do my best of course. but it feels so silly sometimes#chatpost#also huge mistake to do yoga right after breakfast. several times felt like i was either going to burp or throw up & my body couldn’t decide#which
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connie likes to have a firm control over how she releases information about her personal life to her mom, so she doesn't tell priyanka that she and steven are an actual couple for a while. priyanka figures it out before connie tells her, though. she notices that connie hasn't had any scrapes or bruises or even a cold for about two months and she connects the dots.
#priyanka despairing on her hands and knees on the ground 'god damn you universe I was meant to be her doctor'#steven universe#marina marvels at life
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#christian cage#fleshclipstag#writhes pathetically on ground twitching like gregor samsa and then crawls on hands and knees etc\=#listening to all the have a nice life albums while i take screenshots of the cougar in between studying and. ill eventually do an edit of#her to my favorite song but. so many are suitable
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i can’t wait for the day the liar, liar fic gets so big and i can say i’ve been here SINCE THE LEVI FIC YOU STARTED because your fics are genuinely unlike any other fic i’ve ever read before.
you have me falling in love with even the OC’S, i usually hate oc’s. i can’t really name many fics off the top of my head that i actually liked reading bc as you said in your ‘about me’, i too have a particular way i imagine characters so when i read fics and see them completely different or acting (in my view) ‘cringe’, i immediately get off it. you’ll notice my reblogs are only your posts because i never reblog anything unless it is PERFECT, and my standards are HIGHH so the fact that you’ve managed to get me to reblog your posts is crazy to me. i love you and ur writing sm.
i’m WAITING for the day ‘liar, liar’ gets as big as say ‘7 minutes in heaven’ for example, (the chokehold that fic had on the aot fandom was CRAZY). and not to be… idk, rude(?), but i think your fic is WAYYYY better (and the plot hasn’t even STARTED yet). i’m gonna need people making tiktoks about ‘liar, liar’ STAT so i can have people to talk to about this other than my friend 😭
liar, liar masterlist here:
girl i've BEEN knowing u since the levi fic, which i believe began in august of 2022, so we've known each other for a good two years now, is that not WILD?? (that, and the fact that since august 2022, i've only released 7 chapters of soano, oops-)
'ur fics are genuinely unlike any other fic i've ever read before' -- wishing i was typing this on my phone instead of my laptop rn cuz i can't spam emojis expressing how flattered i feel with this section right here :(((( i'm so pleased u like my works (plural, 'cause despite ur username, and past username, being dedicated to levi and eren, you're out here supporting my jjk megumi fic too).
HELP I DIDN'T THINK ANYONE WOULD READ MY 'ABOUT ME' POST LMAOO. it was just put up there 'cause i needed to get that done and after putting it off for so long, i finally made it lolll. i stalk ur page every once in a while, so i'm well aware of your reposts being just my fics, and not to be big-headed about it, but i'd get so internally cocky just seeing that HAHAHA.
BUT, i was silent about it till now (YOU mentioned it first, nawt me, so i can happily respond this way without being seen as arrogant -- huzzah!). and idk how else to show i appreciate ur support and comments SM (that's including ur blazes which, ik i've spammed ur dm's already but seriously, i can't thank you enough for, it's like another function of tipping which is super SUPER cool of u).
'i’m waiting for the day liar, liar gets as big as say 7 mins' -- aww STOPPPP. i'd love for my stories to have a hold over the jjk fandom, but idk, if we're being real, i feel like the gojo (unreleased) story i have planned will reach more ppl seeing as it features THE satoru gojo (my princess who also happens to be THE princess of anime). but liar liar seems to be growing every day (thanks to YOUR blazes, which again, u really don't have to do ml). if it does ever reach a wider audience, i'll remember you for sure. i'll remember a handful others who are og's too, but you were my first EVER reader ALTOGETHER and i PROMISE you i won't forget that <3
#this was such a nice message#i had such a shit day today#like not the WORST day but i was studying for long hours and just NOTHING was going in my brain?#it was so irritating so i kinda just packed my shit up and logged onto tumblr for some sort of therapy#and it worked#found this sitting in my inbox just waiting to be responded to#really made me feel better#if my grades go to shit#i could always just slouch off at home and write liar liar chapters for a living LMFAO#at least then the story can actually get moving#we're reaching the one year anniversary for it as well#erenismybbg is MY bbg#MINE#blazed my story about 3 or 4 times#and that is EXPENSIVE#i'd be happy with several long comments or a £1 tip even#THE $9.99 BLAZES THO? GIRL STOP#but i love her sm#i love my og's#kiss kiss smooch smooch all over her face and forehead and hands and knees#kissing the ground she walks on#megumi x reader#megumi fushiguro x reader#fushiguro megumi x reader#megumi x y/n#megumi x you#megumi fushiguro x y/n#megumi fushiguro x you#fushiguro megumi x you#little megumi x you
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#this is funny yes#but let me be annoying real quick#and by annoying i mean personal and parasocial here#i hate. touching and physical affection and what not#very much relate to charlie that way#my knee jerk reaction is to not touch people and not let people touch me#and i am not aware of how avoidant i am most of the time#and like. its worse the more i know someone#or like. the more i care for them and think about them#when i met charlie and glenn i didnt really. actively think about it cos they were seated at a table#and i was on the other side and walked around and what not#and i did not initiate touch with either of them#but charlie kept touching my shoulder RAHH.#like we are one in the same in this aspect and yet. he initiated contact with me when i was keeping distance#and he did it again the next week when he saw me at radio city#and its so fucking insanely comforting like.#just hand on shoulder grounding me#connecting. but not having to TOUCH#he like. doesnt want to be touched and i dont want to be touched and that. the shoulder thing. its good.#charlie day i deeply love you i fear#also when i met glenn again he tried to hug me and i actively backed away (which i didnt realise until i saw video of) so#i hope and think he understands... its a thing and nothing against him LMFAO
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Can Dipper pick Bill up? Has he ever tried? What would Bill's reaction be to his little human husband carrying (or trying to) him, and under what circumstances would either of them agree to it?
Good question!
I'm not sure if Dipper can pick Bill up - certainly not an easy task, Bill's taller and a handful in more than one way. Probably Dipper makes the attempt out of retaliation. Bill wants to pick up Dipper all the time? Fine! Let's see how Bill likes being manhandled for once.
Unfortunately for this plan, Bill's entirely fine with being man- or demon-handled! Frankly the whole thing would be deeply amusing. Bill gets not only attention, but also an opportunity to tease Dipper AND mock him while he struggles. A triple win!
#answers#bless these two idiots#Bill *does* make it a struggle of course. But not by squirming away#More like putting the back of his hand to his forehead and falling back in a swoon at just the right time to make Dipper nearly drop him#Or clasping his arms dramatically around Dipper's neck in a way that makes it hard to keep his grip#Possibly 'helping' by trying to climb on top of Dipper instead#Switching between comments like 'oh no this so-called 'hero' is trying to drag me off' and other sarcasms and others like:#'Boy you sure are sweating kid! Having trouble? or 'Jeez it's obvious you've never swept any being off their feet before. Amateur.'#Dipper's frustration is hilarious and only intensifying with Bill's dumb antics. But he can't quit *now*. He's already halfway there#If he just gives up then Bill will mock him for THAT for ages#Gotta get the guy off the ground at least once before he lets him drop. Hopefully in a mud puddle or down a well or something#He'll see this through with gritted teeth and also probably a sore back#If he'd remembered to lift with his knees he could have spared himself the last one#But frankly he probably just walked up behind Bill and tried to just. Lift.#It took Bill a second to figure out what the heck he was doing. And then: The Mocking Began
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*points at tiso* hey what if i gave you a daughter
#thinking. i think he deserves a daughter#as a treat#i think perhaps an ant comes to hallownest for like. vengeance or smth#there’s someone in colo they want dead#and they’re carrying a bundle in their arms#and it’s not hard to guess what it is#rumors spread#they get to the colosseum and there’s another ant there#he’s dressed in blue and his cloak sweeps the ground#“please.” he begs#sinking to his knees#“please. don’t do this.”#he’s missing an eye. the one that is left is wide and unseeing and filled with tears#“please.” he pleads#clasping his hands in the way that only members of a tribe thought to he dead had done#“i know you.” they say as they look down at him. “i thought your people were gone.”#“i am all that is left.” he says as he clasps their hand. “i know better than most what comes next. so please. dont do it.”#they look to him. they look to the bundle in their arms.#they shove her into his#“you don’t understand.” they hiss. it is a shame that he *does* understand. he understands more than they will ever know. “i have to do thi#he understands. he understands.#they shove past him and he knows better to stop them. he understands. he knows trying wont change anything#there is a bundle in his arms. the ant does not return#idk. thinking
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