#he has wheelies i fear

[duckysprouts]

when ur just a funky little skater punk hedgehog

(idk if u can tell but only his bangs are straightened, he has braids)

[parfaitblogs]

north star ❀ s. reid x reader

in which you're up late doing an assignment, and spencer reid has a nightmare. 

pairing: spencer reid x uni student!reader genre: comfort  tags: post prison reid. & his trauma. & his fears. casual nudity (showering together). hurt/angst but its secondhand. which is what we call empathy... yes... reader mentioned being hurt in a nightmare. word count: 2.3k a/n: i got a request recently with a similar sort of premise to this, so while it isn't exact this is indeed for you... north star is one of my all time favourite searows songs. here's to being spencer reid's north star. and also a university student awake at 4am. 

Spencer Reid had not slept in his own bed in three weeks.

The couch in the centre of his apartment had become a constant pile of blankets and pillows, a — probably permanent — indent of his body pressed into the cushions. The coffee table a littering of books he had read through, contact solution, and, when he wasn't reading, his glasses. Always.

You had gotten used to sleeping alone in an apartment somebody else was residing in after the first few days, leaving the bedroom door open so you could hear the sound of pages of a book turning, and faintly see the silhouette of your boyfriend out in the living room. It was comforting enough that it willed you to sleep, though the longing for him to be beside you never dulled.

Tonight was no different. In fact, the only slight change from your usual routine, was the fact that you were the one still awake, and he was fast asleep. Albeit, it was four in the morning, and you most certainly should not be up. 

Your face was illuminated uncomfortably by the blue light of your laptop, a knee beneath your chin as you stared blankly at the half written essay in front of you. You were tired, and all you wanted was to be in bed. Unfortunately, your university had the worst deadlines imaginable, and three o'clock in the afternoon was creeping up on you and this unfinished assignment fast. 

Your head lifted at the sound of blankets rustling, expecting to be met with the sight of a peacefully sleeping Spencer Reid. Instead, he was sat upright, blanket covering his silhouette, though not hiding the heaving of his chest; the rise and fall of his shoulders. 

"Spence?" you called out from his desk that you were currently residing at, still slightly unsure if he was actually awake — he had sleep walked one of the earlier nights. 

He didn't respond. You watched as he hunched over, and you could make out the action of his fingers burying in his hair. 

Assignment be damned, you pushed the wheelie chair back and stood up, hands fidgeting with one another as you headed over to the couch. 

"Spencer?" you said his name again as you hesitantly got closer, not wanting to startle him too much if he was about to start sleep walking. 

His head lifted, and you felt your heart slow in relief when his eyes met yours. Short lived relief, however, for the soft glow of the lamp across the room illuminated him just enough for you to catch the glassiness in his eyes, the sticking of his hair to his forehead from sweat, and the frightened look on his face. 

"Hey," you greeted, quietly, one step after the other carrying you over to him, and you crouched down in front of the couch. 

"Nightmare," he muttered, simply, voice hoarse. 

"Ah," you nodded in recognition, hands flexing by your side with the need to touch him. "You wanna talk about it?"

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, but you didn't press any further for a response as he zoned out on the coffee table behind you for a few moments. When his gaze finally landed back on you, he stared blankly at your face, finding the words inside his brain. 

"They hurt you," he managed to choke out successfully, voice heavy with whatever was lodged in his throat. 

You didn't have to ask who they were, your eyes flickering in acknowledgement of what he was telling you. "They can't," you settled on saying. 

"I know," was his response, eyes dropping to his lap, the blanket falling from his shoulders as his posture hunched over even more. "But they did. And I couldn't do anything about it."

You despised being speechless in front of him. The silence layering over the two of you in a dimly lit room, a heavy blanket translating your lack of words for what he was going through. He always knew what to say to you, and yet, Spencer Reid being traumatised from prison was a concept you could never seem to grasp no matter how hard you tried. Not fully, at least. What on Earth is there to say to somebody who was having nightmares like this? What comfort could you provide?

You hesitated, then reached out, clasping one of his hands within your own, bringing it to your face. Every action was cautious on his end, but you managed to splay his fingers across your cheek, palm resting against the skin. Gently, for despite everything that had changed about Spencer in prison, his gentleness for you had not.

"I'm okay," you whispered to him, and it was then that he registered what you were trying to do. 

He carried more weight in his hand, committing the feeling of your warm, active skin to memory. His fingers stretched and found the pulse of your neck, for no reason other than to feel it beat against the tip of them. It was minutes of sitting in this silence, his eyes firmly shut, while yours studied his face. Every parting of his lips, every irregular breath he took in and exhaled, every slight twitch in his eyebrow. Everything. 

When he finally opened his eyes, breathing a little less erratic and gaze a lot less afraid, you spoke. "Shower?" 

Wordlessly he nodded his head, and allowed you to lift him to his feet, trudging after you with short steps, that you waited for patiently. 

It had taken a week for Spencer to shower again upon coming home. And since then, you had needed to be there for every single one. A stark contrast to the man who isolated himself much more now — needing to be able to see you as he showered. He never explained it, but you sort of knew why.

He stripped of his shirt at the same time as you, his torso no longer the palette of purple and yellow it had been weeks ago. Which should be comforting to you. And yet, as his bruises faded, so did his already dampened spark. The excitement of coming home wearing off, as he was forced to face everything he had endured for a quarter of a year. 

And you tried not to hold it against him, or even be upset about it. It is not his fault existing everyday has become an uphill battle, and it certainly isn't his fault he's horrified of seemingly normal things. But you missed him. It. The light of the man you fell in love with.

The two of you stepped into the shower, in silence, once you had rid yourselves of your clothes, and despite the cold air nipping at your bare skin, you let him stand under the water for as long as he needed to. Visibly watching him sink further into his skeleton, shoulders drooping. He reached for you, hesitantly, and you allowed him to decide where to place his hands. Eventually, one looped around your waist and pressed against the small of your back to step closer to him, the outer water droplets from the showerhead spraying uncomfortably onto your face. Your face scrunched, and your head jerked back, and his lips pulled into a frown. 

"Sorry," he mumbled, stepping back, and your heart sank at the frown on his lips. 

"It's okay," you answered, voice soft. "Can I wash your hair?"

"Yes," he confirmed with a nod, ducking his head down when you reached for shampoo. 

Shaking, your fingers worked lathered shampoo through his hair. Your heart sank at the sight of him, for his shoulders were tensing with every stroke of your fingertips against his scalp. 

"You're stuck in your head," you observed, guiding his head back under the water to rinse the soap out of his locks. 

"Mm," was all he replied with.

"How can I get you out of it?" 

"I can't even get myself out of it," he mumbled.

You don't know what to say. Again. There's only so much you can say to him when he's like this, and even then, most of the time he won't listen. Too overwhelmed with the flashing images of you hurt, usually, the screaming guilt in his brain.

"I'm not hurt, Spence," you decided to tell him instead. 

"I know," he responded, voice pleading, though you knew he wasn't pleading with you. "But I can't get the image of you like that out of my mind."

You fell silent. Again. 

"Sorry," he repeated, his apologising incessant. Though, you knew better than to tell him not to apologise anymore.

Instead, while your fingers worked conditioner through the ends of his hair, you brought up another idea. "How about we go to the roof?"

"It's four in the morning," he murmured. 

"Like that's ever stopped you from doing anything ever," you huffed, and his lips twitched.

"It'll be cold," he argued, watching your shoulders deflate with his second denial of the idea. His own heart dropped. "Yeah, okay. We can go to the roof."

"We don't have to," you said, guiding his head back under the water. "Not if you don't want to."

"I just don't want you to get sick," he replied.

"Don't worry about me."

"I do."

You knew that. It was his constant worry for your wellbeing that led you to these moments.

"Come on."

Stepping out of the shower, you handed him the first towel, wrapping one around yourself afterwards. You picked up both toothbrushes and gave him one of them, leaning against the edge of the sink.

Every movement he now completed was calculated. Hesitant. He was almost completely stationary as he brushed his teeth, if not for the slight shake in his arm with each stroke. But he was staring at you, and it was the kindness in his eyes that kept your heart from falling apart in front of him. 

By the time you had reached the roof, he was a little more conversational, even smiling at your attempt at a joke (though, you were pretty sure that wasn't very genuine).

"Come here," you said, holding your arms out in front of you, walking backwards. He caught up to you, clasping your hands within his own, movement akin to a rag doll as you tugged him closer. 

"No," he protested when you placed his hands on your waist, clocking precisely what you were doing with him within seconds. 

"Yes," you argued, encircling your arms around his neck. "Humour me for a bit."

"I thought we were looking at the stars."

"You thought wrong."

Despite himself and his disdainful grumbling, he let you sway your two bodies, a silent dance amongst the distant, quiet hum of car engines. 

"I don't like dancing," he said, after a few long minutes.

"I know."

"So why did you take me up here to dance?"

The sharp sentences had become a staple in Spencer Reid's speech, though usually unintentional, and usually going unnoticed by him. They still hurt.

"Because," you began, forcing your eyes to fixate on his face, and not the scattering of stars and silhouettes of buildings you could see stretched out behind him. "You're thinking about how much you don't like dancing."

"Yes. I am."

You stilled your bodies and stared at him for a few beats, expectantly, until it rolled over in his brain, and he realised what you were doing. You had, successfully, distracted him from the nightmare. 

He didn't say anything more, but his eyes had softened, and you knew from that he was thankful. Silent communication had become your shared best friend with Spencer.

"I don't know how to stop them," he mumbled, head bowing and unkempt curls covered his face, that you were quick to brush back, hands resting on either side of his jawline. "The nightmares."

"I don't know either," you answered, hating the sound of the words coming out of your mouth. You despised not having all the answers for him, like he probably would for you. "Therapy, I guess."

"I've been doing therapy. Everyday. It isn't helping."

"You've been home less than a month."

"But it isn't getting any better."

Your chest ached, meeting his gaze once again as he snapped his head up on his words. Uncomfortable desperation dressed his face, and it was as though he was crumbling right there in front of you — your hands unable to pick up the shattered pieces quick enough. 

You hadn't dealt with a trauma wound this bad, this fresh, ever. You weren't equipped for that. A university assignment, that sat incomplete in a softly lit apartment, for a degree you were yet to claim, proved that. Spencer knew that. He knew you wouldn't have the answers he needed; they were answers even he didn't have. 

"I'm sorry," he said, quietly. "This isn't fair on you."

No, it wasn't. And you don't want to imagine how you would be in his position instead, but you were pretty sure you'd be just as bad, if not worse. 

"Please don't apologise for feeling things," you decided to say instead. "You're allowed to feel things."

"I've been horrible."

"You've been human."

He fell silent at that, and when you were sure he didn't have any other incessant apologies or heartbreaking discoveries to drop on you at — what was now probably — five o'clock in the morning, you offered him your arms. Arms he took, and arms he allowed to wrap him up in an embrace you wanted to die with. 

Silence communicated words you couldn't say to one another. Echoing I love you's ricocheted around in your brain, and you hoped they did in his too. 

I love you. I love you. I love you. 

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☆,

biker! ken hcs! (& car! guy ken cuz why not??)

biker ken

he rides a ninja 400.

before meeting you, he was for sure reckless. but after the two of you got involved with each other, he promised himself he’d be a lil more careful for you

everyone knows riding a motorcycle is dangerous as fuck, so he never wanted to have you worried

sometimes there’s night where he may go a lil too fast & ends up getting chased by police..

he texts you & tells you to have the garage open so he can just come in & have you close it immediately.. trust, you end up reprimanding him

he always takes you on rides when the sun is setting. idc, he tells you it reminds him of you

does wheelies just to scare you

one day you ask him to teach you how to ride & he says “last i checked, you’re already good at that”

you were left confused until it hit you.. “that is NOT what i meant!”

whenever he gets hit on, he mentions you with so much quickness

if a girl does happen to ask for his number, he gives them yours 😭😭😭 they don’t even know until they text you

if he ever gets injured, the first person he goes to is you, even if he feels that you can’t help. you’re his sense of comfort

like boy could lose a whole leg nd he’d prob call you first to let you know LMAO

his friends hate you bc they say you made him “soft” but you disagree completely!!!

you fear for your life half the time you're his backpack

he speeds through the smallest little cracks between vehicles on the freeway

he uses anything as a ramp & you hate it

when he's making sharp turns he touches the fucken ground with his hand "look how close we are!"

whenever you're in your car & he's on his bike, he always gaps you nd you think it's so mean. yet, he laughs every time

sometimes when he picks you up, he makes sure to make the most noise ever. that's mainly how you can tell he's arrived

i feel like his wardrobe is all black. the only color he has are the clothes you buy for him bc you tease him for being too emo

you also buy him a pikachu skin for his helmet as a joke, but he ends up loving it

he plays deftones on his rides, that or cigs after sex idc.. maybe even sign crushes motorist.. i feel like he's always in his feelings LMAO

whenever you guys are stopped next to a bus or a big semi truck, he always touches it

records pop vids & sends them to you..

car guy ken!

i honestly don't know what kind of car ken would drive..

it's between a supra mk4, nissan 350/370z, or maybe a 2013 bmw 3 :>

i mainly see him in a supra ngl

but whatever car ken drives, he puts WORK into.

you love being around whenever he's working on his cars tho, he'll be all dirty with oils nd shit but its so rawr

ken gets excited over new car parts too

one time you bought him a carbon fiber front bumper and he damn near cried over it

he put starry lights on the roof of the inside of his car to give you something pretty to look at

he lets you keep your little essentials in his glove department or his arm rest

you leave a scrunchie around his gear shift & glosses in his cup holder, plus lil makeup wipes in the lil side compartment on the door

i fear ken has road rage.. he hates slow drivers and flips people off so fucken often

not only that but this man never goes the speed limit???

his car is all blacked out.. so flying down dark highways with his headlights off is his fav thing to do

he hates when you opt out for driving your car.. especially when there's other cars being loud nd making noise. he feels left out, like a puppy taken from its owner

"baby, i wanna make noise too.." with the biggest pout you've ever seen.

one day he suggests that you guys save up for miatas so that your cars can make cute faces at each other & date. it was the sweetest idea ever

car guy ken handles all your car troubles. he's like your personal mechanic

he does donuts in empty parking lots

he did a burn out in your exes drive way & you didn't find out until said ex texted you fucken PISSED

"ken what the fuck??" "what.." "you know what!" "nuh uh."

takes you to car meets so he can teach you more about different cars & the mods you can add to them

can tell a car from the sound the engine is making..

lets you drive his car once & it was the scariest thing he'd ever done

"SLOW DOWN PLEASE"

"i'm going 70!??!"

"this is my baby, i don't want you to crash..."

whenever a car passes him, he takes it as a challenge & gaps them.

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Taking A Chance

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You go and get a tattoo done by the grumpiest of tattoo artists.

Squares Filled: tattoo shop au (2021) for @lokibingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Why am I being such a pussy? Just go in and ask for it. I’ve wanted this for a year. God, if my mother could see me now, she’d be disappointed.

You look up at the tattoo shop’s sign and see the last letter flickering on and off. You have the money. You can get this tattoo done. All you have to do is go in and ask for it. This is the second time you’ve been outside this tattoo shop because you couldn’t go in the first time. It’s not a fear of pain; you can handle pain pretty well. It’s the fear of something being permanent on your body.

You won’t be able to take this off. Anyone who says lasering it off works is wrong. There will always be a scar to remind you of the mistake you made. Stop being such a baby. This is for Mom. This place has been highly rated as one of the best tattoo shops in your town. If you’re going to get a tattoo, may as well go to the best. 

You push the door open and walk inside only to be greeted with a hint of smoke and a lot of Axe body spray. Four very attractive men stand behind the counter just chatting amongst themselves. You’ve seen them in town before. They often frequent the local bar so you know exactly who they are.

Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Erik Killmonger (pretty sure that’s not his legal last name), and Clint Barton. As soon as they hear the small bell above the door go off, they stop talking and look at you.

“Can I help you?” Steve asks.

“Yeah, I’d like to get a tattoo today, if possible.”

“Did you have anything in mind?”

You hand Steve the paper you’ve been saving since your mom died. She drew a delicate vine of her favorite flowers, orchids. She was always a good artist so she drew this as a reminder of her before she died. It’s very precise and delicate line work, and the only person who can do this kind of style is Loki Laufeyson.

“The only person who can do this kind of work is Loki. I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.” Speaking of, Loki walks out with an unlit cigarette in his mouth and a lighter in his hand. “Loki, care to help this pretty lady out?”

He shows Loki the picture but the artist barely gives it to two seconds of his attention.

“No. I’m going for a smoke.”

He has a thick British accent that’s hard not to blush at.

“Sorry, kid,” Steve says and hands back the picture to you.

“No, it’s okay,” you glare at Loki who has yet to leave the room. “I get it. His lungs are as bad as his tattoo skills.”

All four men snicker from your jab while Loki finally locks eyes with you. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, pockets it and the lighter, and opens the back door with a slight smirk.

“Fine. Right this way, Darling.” He takes you to his section of the shop which is pristine and very clean. He douses a few squirts of hand sanitizer on his hands before getting out the necessary equipment. “Where do you want it?”

“My ribs.”

“Is this your first?”

“Yes.”

“You want your first tattoo to be on your ribs? That’s gonna hurt.”

“I can take pain,” you glare.

His mouth twitches as he looks you up and down. After a beat, he nods and sits down on his wheelie chair.

“Shirt off,” he demands.

You do but keep your bra on. You made sure to wear something loose like a bralette that still keeps everything covered but won't be a hindrance to the place where you want the tattoo. You get onto the table and lay on your back, putting the side you want it on closer to Loki.

Loki gets set up and prints a stencil of the drawing you have. After putting it in the place you want it and confirming you like it there, he starts the tattooing process. The pain is sharp like a thousand needles being placed into your body at once, but it’s a dull pain compared to some of the other things you had to endure in life.

Loki has his left gloved hand on your body to keep you still while his right moves the needles right where he wants it. You don’t know where else to stare but at him, observing the way his eyes rake over your body to his hands which are delicate against your skin.

You had a full meal before you got here but this is making your head spin. It’s not because of the needles, it’s Loki. You’ve never met anyone like him. You basically insulted him to get what you want. Loki doesn’t have many clients because they always say the same thing: he’s rude, arrogant, and only accepts what he wants to do, not the other way around.

However, when you challenged him earlier, he knew you were someone he wanted to tattoo. Not only that, but he wants to get to know you. He's not a big talker so he doesn’t know what to say to you, and you’re not going to pry into his personal life like that. You squirm a bit from the pain, and he places his large hand over your stomach to keep you from moving.

“Be a good girl and stop moving unless you want me to fuck up,” he says and looks at you.

You quickly look away in hopes he didn’t see you checking him out, and you nod.

“Sorry.”

You peek at him to see a smirk on his face indicating that he did, in fact, catch you. You don’t want any color so the process doesn’t take long. He’s done with the tattoo in less than three hours since it’s only line work, and he rubs off the excess moisture so he can apply a patch of SecondSkin. Before he does it, you admire his work in the mirror.

See that, Mom? I’ll always have a piece of you with me wherever I go. I miss you. I love you.

“How do you like it?”

“It’s not bad.”

“Not bad?” he scoffs.

“Better than your lungs, I assume,” you smirk.

There you go again, making him want you more. He chuckles as he grabs the SecondSkin and cuts a piece off. He applies it directly over your tattoo and smooths it out.

“Come back in tomorrow where I’ll clean it and replace it with another patch of SecondSkin. Then, come back in a week and I’ll remove it for good. It should be healed then.”

“Okay,” you whisper and put your shirt back on.

“If you ever want more, call me,” he smirks.

He hands you his business card with his personal phone number on it.

“If you’re lucky,” you smirk and leave his office to pay in the front with Steve.

“I haven’t seen you smile like that in a long time,” Bucky says from the doorway.

“Shut up,” Loki grumbles but smiles when he hears your laughter come from the front of the shop.

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Eddie gives Steve the most obscene Valentine's Day cards. Nothing homemade, just an unassuming store-bought card that's all pink with a cheesy, 'I choo-choo choose you'-type train pun or whatever. But in it contains absolute filth written in Eddie's cramped handwriting.

What he likes doing to Steve. What he wants to whisper in Steve's ear while he does said things. What he likes Steve doing to him. Vivid descriptions of his body. Vivid descriptions of everything, really. What he's going to do to Steve before the day is out...

The first time Steve receives such a card is their first Valentine's together in 1987. He's at work, drudging through a day shift with Robin when he feels something crinkle in his back pocket as he slumps onto the wheely chair behind the counter. He furrows his brow and shuffles around to retrieve it, smirking when he sees Eddie's handwriting on the envelope.

'Steve' with a little heart next to his name.

"What is that?" Robin asks, looking up from the magazine she is sharing with Nancy, who's decided to pop in and out throughout the day as part of their romantic plans.

If you can call hanging out in a dead Family Video and stacking returns 'romantic'.

"Looks to be a card from my secret admirer," Steve replies with a shit-eating grin, as he waves around the envelope.

He pointedly chooses not to acknowledge Robin's eye roll.

He ungracefully tears the envelope as he opens it and giggles at the greeting card. It features two cartoon pears on the front, hugging and smiling against a pink background with the words, 'Quite the pearing' floating above them.

It's so goddamn silly. But he loves it.

Steve opens the card and is bombarded with Eddie's writing, scrawled all over the inside. The black pen and uneven handwriting look positively chaotic against the pink background as it slopes and narrowly misses the inside 'Happy Valentine's Day' message.

He gasps and drops the card, bringing a hand to his mouth after catching the word, "suck".

His idiot boyfriend has given him a dirty Valentine's card.

Nancy snorts a laugh and turns a page of her magazine, ignoring him while Robin makes a face.

"What does it say?" she asks, beaming as she hops off the counter, grateful for a distraction.

She reaches down and scoops up the card before Steve can reboot and take any action to stop her.

She stands, opening the card.

And poor, sweet Robin reads a line about Steve's ahem... appendage, before she can stop herself.

"OH MY GOD!" she shrieks, throwing the card immediately as she screws her eyes shut and shakes her head, her hair flying and frizzing as she waves her arms across her face. "Nope! No, no, no!"

Steve watches, frozen on the spot as the card falls to the ground, again. This time open.

Nancy leans over the countertop and squints.

"Oh," she says low, blushing as she makes out a sentence describing Steve and Eddie's bedroom activities.

Steve finally manages to do something. Which is to dive to the floor and scramble on his hands and knees for the card and its envelope. He jumps to his feet, holding Eddie's card to his chest, fearing the entire universe has now read it.

"I'm going to the back room," he splutters. "I should... Probably read it properly."

"EW!" Robin screams as he rushes to the storeroom door and slams it shut as Nancy rounds the counter.

"Do you think I can call Keith and say I have to go home to gauge my eyeballs out," Robin asks, talking a mile a minute as she reaches for Nancy's embrace.

"Robbie, calm down," she chuckles, hugging her tight. "It was... A lot. But we'll be fine. The most important thing is Eddie really likes Steve."

"I'm going to say he likes him too much!" Robin laments with an overly dramatic dry sob.

Nancy stifles a hearty laugh as she rubs Robin's back and thinks about what she should write on her own card to her girlfriend in readiness for their dinner date.

Although, she'll clean it up significantly. Maybe.

Later, Steve practically kicks the trailer door down, flustered.

"Oh, goody. You found my card," Eddie grins, hopping up from the couch with an unfairly chipper pep in his step considering the chaos he has caused.

"Yeah," Steve mumbles, nodding matter-of-factly.

Eddie steps forward, his wicked dimples on full display as he snakes an arm around Steve and shoves a hand in his back pocket.

He leans in to whisper in his ear.

"Slipped it in your back pocket before you went to work, sweetheart."

"Fuck," Steve huffs, running a hand through his hair.

Ronance continuation HERE

[pumpkinsy0]

i physically need baby curly and teenage tim hcs

i rubbed my hands together for this one bc i get to talk about the shepards living in haiti the whollleeee time,,,ohhhhh yea,,,,

tim wouldve been like 3 when curly and angela were born so ur gonna have to get baby curly and toddler tim and toddler curly w teenage tim

•at first, tim wasnt rlly on board w having TWO new siblings, he was noooot fuckin w it at all, but when he saw angela and curly, bc curly looked exactly like him even as a baby, thats what got tim to at least try and open up to em. tim found out he liked baby bc of curly and angela, WHICH MAKES HIM SOUND CRAZY IF HE EVER SAID IT OUTLOUD, so he never does

•idk if u guys have seen that one image of michael jackson w his baby over the balcony but tims done that countless times w curly. WAS THAT THE CAUSE OF CURLYS FEAR OF HEIGHTS??? yea lmao, but it was always bc their mother would yell at him and THAT would make curly cry and kick

•motorbikes/scooters r very common in haiti, tims the reason y curly has so many (faint) scars on his arm and knees. tim however would argue that its curlys fault bc he kept wanting to go faster. tim did a wheelie once tho and curly fell off and thats the ONE time hes gonna say that was his fault

•tim was totally using curly and angela as leverage to get free things from street vendors, and it always worked BUT sometimes the vendors thought tim was just like a single teen father bc curly looked wayyyyyy to similar to him😭

•angela as a baby wasnt NEARLY as clingy as curly was when it came to tim. u put curly in tims arms and curlys gonna stop crying, this did NOTTTT go away when curly was a toddler, angela teased curly so bad for it bc it was just undeniable

•curly was one of those kids who would ask tim to bend sown so he could tell him something, and tim knewww it was always gonna b something stupid but still did it cause curly wouldnt stop following him if he didnt

•to carry both of them tim would carry one in his arms w the other on his back and curly and angela would fight BAD about who got to be on his back. angela was just a princess who wanted to b taller than anyone else, but curly wanted to bc it felt like he was giving tim a hug in a way, that lil boy is touch depraved!!!!

•when theyre visiting family on the country side, curly would always ask tim to make him paper boats so he could play w them to pass the time. tim would make multiple of them, like around 10 so curly doesnt bother him too much about it. doesn’t exactly work cause curly would use markers to design them and show it off to him anyways, but hey tim would join him in watching them float so he cant hate it too much

•i forgot what exactly it was called but in haiti theres this ice cream in a bag and theres different flavors, curly and tim had a habit of sharing from!! they just ate from different holes of the bag and passed it back n forth. DID CURLY HATE IT??? only a lil bit, a teeennnyyyy tinnnyyyyy bit, but he got over it quickly

•curlys not that bad at competitive kite flying BUT tim has 0 shame in cheating so that curly could win for sure. when theres money on the line u already KNEW tim was doin somethin behind the scenes, and they never got caught, suspected??? yea, caught??? nope

•baby curly was totally knawing on tims finger and hair, at gas probably actually bit a chunk of it out, i refuse to elaborate here

[shelbgrey]

Jack Hodgins Having a little sister:

Paring: Jack Hodgins x Little Sister!Reader

Summary: having Jack Hodgins as an over protective big brother and being 'queen of the lab'

A/n: this is short and kinda sucks. Request are open for bones.

💚MasterList 💚mood bord

Jack practically raised you, your parents did love you very much but they were always working and that's just how it was.

Intentionally or not your parents missed the little things, like school concerts or marching season when you were in the band, Jack didn't miss one and always there chearing you on.

Your just as, if not smarter than Jack, and like your big brother you showed interest in becoming a Forensic Entomologist like him. You always looked up to him and wanted to be like him.

The only difference is your more interested in the animal/reptile aspect than the bugs like he is.

Your office/lab is full of lizards and turantulas, and you've named all of them.

Your terrified song snakes though, you hate them with a passion and jack of course knows it and tries to keep the ones he has in the Lab away from you. It doesn't work sometimes.

“Jack there's a snake in my office!” you shouted standing on your wheely chair. Jack came running in to get ride of it. “it's just a black snake, he's more scared of you than you are of him”

He didn't say that to tease you, he just genuinely trying to reassure you so you won't panic all the time. “I beg to differ”

Your the youngest on the team putting you about 20 years old when you and team first started to work together.

With that, Jack is very protective of you and makes sure your shown the same respect he and the team are.

People and other people of science might underestimate you, your young and have tattoos and have a more goofy personality. Jack and the jeffersonian team will always have your back if it comes to people disrespecting you and your always proving the snobby scientists wrong.

You always feel safe with your brother, even in the most dangerous situation. When you and him were buried in the car by the Gravedigger you had absolute faith you'd get out of there, no matter how scared you were.

“We're gonna be okay...i promised mom I'd always protect you” he said.

You both got out with your friends family's help. Angela and Lance were waiting for you both and relieved to have you safe.

Speaking of Angela, she just like a big sister to you. You are both close and you feel you can always go to her for help.

Angela's dad, Billy is also loves you and is like a father to you. While he was putting the fear of god and tattooing Jack, he was showing you how to play guitar.

Even if you and Angela are close, Seeley is your best friend. While he teases Jack and calls him 'bug boy' he genuinely love you like a sister and doesn't mess with you.

Jack wanted to give an over protective big brother talk to Lance when you started dating, but he couldn't. He liked Lance to much and trusted him.

“just don't hurt her”

He walked you down the aisle at yours and Lance's wedding.

Your always involved with his experiments and it drives Cam crazy. She loves you usually let's you get away with it.

Since Jack is 'king of the lab' your the 'Queen of the lab'.

He's literally the coolest uncle ever and your like a second mother to Michael-Vincent.

You've always got each other's backs, you were there when he got put in his wheelchair and helped him learn how to deal with it.

Sometimes people don't understand how you two can be so close and not find each other annoying.

Jack could never get mad at you and if he does it doesn't last long.

Sometimes his over protectiveness gets annoying, but you know he means well.

“Hodgins have each other's backs no matter what” You guys always say.

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

Masterlist 2

Making a second one because apparently the first broke. But I will link the first one here. If a post is angst, NSFW or I think may be triggering I am putting a * next to it.

MASTERLIST 1

RULES

KO-FI

Archive of our own

My own AU/fIc writings

TF Cowboy AU

All my work below the read more because it is now quite long:

Autobot Headcanons:

Mirage, Bee, Hot Rod, Crosshairs halloween paint

Hound, Hot Rod, Bee, Rung, Tailgate halloween movies

Bee, Optimus, Hot Rod NSFW*

Bee, Hot Rod, Optimus, Brains, Wheelie designer bot

TFP bots help newly transformed human

Lockdown as a father*

Hot Rod, Bee, Optimus, Mirage sad comfort at a gun range*

Hot Rod, Bee, bots play too rough with their kid

Bee comforts S/O after being called a con*

Bee, Hot Rod, Hound, Optimus react to S/O, Rung and Tailgate getting yelled at*

Hot Rod, Bee, Optimus react to S/O getting asked out by another bot

Mirage, Nitro Zues, Roadbuster dating

Bee's S/O gets hurt angst*

Crosshairs, Hot Rod, Bee and Barricade with a fashion designer S/O

Who confesses first Optimus, Bee, Hot Rod, Dino

Bay bots react to their friend being a sports star

Bee reacts to seeing his kid for the first time

Hot Rod reacts to getting a puppy

Hot Rod, Bee, Hound react to dinobot minis hurting their inside

TFA bots and elite guard react to bots like Glitz and Glam from HB

TFP Bots react to befriending minicons

Bay Hot Rod teaches female human French

Bay Hot Rod cuddles and fluff in bed

RTOB Mirage with an S/O who gets ill

Mirage teaching his S/O the Cybertronian language

Dino, Hot Rod, Bee react to falling in front of their crush

Optimus, Bee, Crosshairs and Megatron react to a Medusa reader

Optimus, Hound, Bee, Hot Rod, Crosshairs react to another bot revving their engine at them

Bay bots react to someone they are not attracted to confessing to them

TFP Bots react to seeing a human baby

Hot Rod with a pregnant S/O

Dino, Bee, Hot Rod, Hound react to femme thinking they are attractive

Dino finds out Bee is dating his cousin

ROTB Mirage with a pregnant S/O

Rotb Mirage with reader headcannon after he has a nightmare

Bay Ratchet with a pregnant S/O

Traits the Bay bots find attractive

Fluff with old bay bots

Bee, Dino, Hot Rod, Nitro Zeus and how they flirt

ROTB bots comfort their partner taking a test

Bay Bee jealous of his Cyber S/O playing games

Cogman, Bee, Hot Rod, Wheelie react to a clumsy bot

Bay bots react to a bot with a farming alt mode

Bots react to Bee dating a super attractive femme

Dino, Bee, Hot Rod, Nitro Zeus react to a femme who finds battle masks attractive

All the old mechs meet

Optimus, Dino, Bee, Hot Rod as parents

Bay bots reacting to a bot having a kid as a companion

Autobot Oneshots:

TF Cowboy AU Optimus x reader

Optimus x librarian human reader

Bay Ratchet x Ironhide x GN human reader NSFW

ROTB Mirage x human reader with fear of the ocean

Hot Rod holoform x human female NSFW

Optimus x human reader: Optimus gets injured during battle*

Human teacher Optimus x female reader student

Blind human Orion Pax x reader

Optimus reassures female friend after scaring her*

TFP Arcee x human reader slight angst*

Hot Rod x fem reader NSFW*

Noah Diaz x fem reader

Bee x femme cybertronian reader

Hot Rod x human female reader

Bumblebee angst after Sam's death*

Medic reader helps all the old autobots

Decepticon Headcanons:

Megatron's child leaves to be with an Autobot*

Lockdown with twin kids*

Blackout with an S/O

TFP cons react to twin cons like Glitz and Glam

TFP bots and cons react to sparklings

Decepticon oneshots:

Shockwave learning about Earth plants

Soundwave adopts a new cassette

TFA Megatron x male Cybertron with insomnia

Megatron x Autobot reader

Megatron x Autobot reader part 2 NSFW

[blingblong55]

Soap and R/n, stood casually in front of a row of wheelie bins: “it would appear the boy has no interest in larceny, vandalism, and obviously he’s too innocent for whoring, so to keep this excursion from being a total waste of time I threw him in this dumpster and told him he wasn’t allowed until he killed 6 rats.”

Gaz: *muffled screaming*

I will never be done with the wwdits quotes and I have a genuine fear of tumblr eating these quotes - please be nice tumblr I want my pookie to laugh at these or at least do that exhale through your nose thing

I LOVE WWDITS QUOTES

also, lets agree, Gaz is occasionally Gizmo, wanting to be as stupid/risk taking as Soap and reader but they are also so stupid he looks into his imaginary camera and shakes his head

Also, Price and Ghost would be slightly worried for Gaz that they would try to get him out but Soap and R/n must finish their ice creams first

[judging-films-of-all-kinds]

Transformers: Revenge of The Fallen

I haven’t seen this one a long time, but I remember it better than the first one

Optimus is back in the intro 

“Our worlds have met before.” Not haunting at all

That title was quick and smooth!

“Suck my popsicle!” Hahah nice

“His here. I smell him.” I wonder how that works

OH THAT IS A BIG ONE Lol the twins really are brothers

“Man I’m good.” Yes you are Irionhide

OPTIMUS PRIME HERE WITH THE SICK LANDING

“Pull over!” …. Lol Optimus thank you for keeping your sense of humor

“You’ll learn that in college too.” Sir what else did you learn? 

Wow… They really made her sit like that to paint the bike. Taking points from that

Love how they show the symbols being planted into Sam’s brain. That is really cool

Oh great, the blender is alive. Just what we need! Wait… did they just-? They did! Omg the adult jokes in this movie XD

And they just fixed the yard too! Poor Bee just wanting to help

“I want a pool and hot tube! I’m going to skinny dip and you can’t say shit!” Starting to think someone was a bit wild back in her day lol

“You are an autobot! You shouldn't be living in my dad’s garage. You are suffocating.”  Awww Sam

….. Huh okay not expectating Sam to touch Bee’s chin to make him look at him

Sam you aren’t normal and never will be

No idea if Bee is being dramatic or he really is crying. Either way I’m glad it was added to the movie

“I love you, Bee.” and he loves you too Bee

Wow Sam you can tell Bumblebee you love him but not your girlfriend? 

Wheelie :3 

DUDE!! Soundwave’s design is so cool! A one of a kind big time

As a sibling I have heard and said “It’s meant to hurt!” after causing harm to sibling

It’s actually nice that they added the coffins being taken off the plane to show that death is still a huge threat in this movie

As Optimus transforms the music is not holy but more upbeat like a hero kind of deal. Very fitting 

“God made us in his image. Who made him?” Good and fair question. Humans always think they are so amazing till we meet something greater then ourselves

“Don’t tempt me.” Yeah I got mad for you buddy. Don’t disrespect the people that fight for you

I love Optimus looking down at him and saying, “Easy.” He knows he was getting angry. Optimus knows his comrades, even his human ones

“What if we leave, then you are wrong.” THE SOUNDTRACK! That fits so well with his low key warning

“That’s a good question” Awww he's such a cutie!

Sam meeting his new human bestie :D 

DID THE PAPPER THIN CON CUT THROUGH THAT GUY?!

“What size shoe you have?” Haha Sam the Sass Queen is back lol

I love how Optimus main goal is to keep earth safe. He doesn’t want to watch it be ruined like his own home was. Sam just wants to be normal. He doesn’t want this. While they are talking, soft music is playing. Showing the burden both carry and what awaits them. 

MEGATRON LIVES AGAIN Okay this is really cool. We see Megatron put Starscream in his place. Then we see him showing respect to The Fallen. Going as far as calling him master. The Fallen even calls him “my disciple”

I wonder how The Fallen knew that Sam has the knowledge now

Man the CGI in this movie is so good

Poor Sam. He has all that knowledge in his head and his mind can’t handle it

“You're such a little girl!” “I’m not talking to you for ten seconds.” Yeah I wouldn’t either. Good on you Sam. 

What I love about Megatron is that his voice is creepy and yet gentle

Sorry I had to skip the worm part. That was just gross. That lost points for me lol

GET HIM OPTIMUS

The slow down for the bullet is so good

The chanting as the cons chase Optimus and Sam is so good

Why did Sam jump over the log like that? 

“I’ll take you all on!” and cue the uplifting music

That head rip is sooo good

“Sam! Where are you?!” You can hear the fear in his voice. All he knows is Sam has already been taken or worse

“Sam, run. Run..” Even in his last moments Optimus is worried about Sam

Man… I can’t even imagine the guilt Sam must be feeling at that moment…

Sam watching the news with such pain on his face…. He just wanted to be normal

I love the twins so much lol

DON”T DROP OPTIMUS PRIME LIKE THAT

I hate that guy

Yes please give Sam a hug. Sam this isn’t your fault. This will never be your fault

“Don’t tell my mother.” Said every child in history

Ha! Wheelie is the best again. Wait, is that even his name? 

I love how no one bothered to check if the old fart was a con or a bot lol

I love the sound Jetfire makes as he wakes up. His such as old fart, I love him

HA! Leo pushing Wheelie away while they are hiding 

Grumpy old man on the run! “It’s a choice. It’s an intensely personal decision. So much negativity. Who wants to live a life full of hate.” Old man spiting knowledge 

“His faithful, Sam.” Girl I love you but what happened wasn’t Sam’s fault

Wheelie stop humping her you horn dog

“I have my own issues! It started with my mother!” Me too buddy

“Do you know what he transformed into?!” “No!”

“Nothing!”

Haha I love this movie so much

Haha everyone is going flying. Well done Jetfire

MORE LORE

“Only a Prime can defeat The Fallen.”

“Optimus Prime?”

“So, you’ve met a Prime?”

I’m not crying! I have sand in my eyes! 

Man Jetfire’s excitement about hearing a Prime was on Earth is so sweet. He sounds really young with how excited he is. 

Grandpa pointing out the obvious 

“Scared? Scared of your ugly face!” “I’m ugly? Well, we’re twins, you stupid genius!” Perfect sibling insults

Bumblebee is “I don’t care who started it! I’m finishing it!” Big brother at work lol

Oh god the siblings fighting was useful for once

Ohhh that soft haunting sound… Music is stunning as always

It gets louder once the matrix is seen

Sam not giving up is so.. Man… Once he believes in something, he will not back down from it

BAD BOYS ARE HERE Go Jetfire! He still got it! “I’m too old for this crap.” Me everyday 

The balls that started it all

Oh no! Sam! The soft music, the faded voices, everything slowed down… Then you hear his parents' cries. All they know is that their son is hurt. They don’t know he's gone. 

Then there is Bumblebee. They let us see his pain. They let us hear it too. 

The Primes coming to Sam is awesome. They let him know why he is there. Answering his question. Low key telling him his prime. “The Leadership of the Matrix isn’t found. It is earned.”

Aw he finally tells her that he loves her

Of course he came back for you Optimus! You died saving him!.... They died saving each other… 

Jetfire’s joy at seeing Optimus makes me smile again 

Damn The Fallen is powerful

Oh Jetfire… No! Your death will not go in vain!

Optimus can fly now. This is going to be fun~ “Die like your brother!” “They are your brothers too!”

Totally not giving me headcanon ideas

The soundtrack once again being soooo good! Megatron calling out for Starscarem after losing half of his face is interesting

“Give me your face!” and “I rise. You fall.” Are cold af lines and I love them so much

The fight is a bit short but I don’t mind. It’s gore fixes it for me

“Cowards do survive.” That is true. Sometimes in order to win, you must survive first

Yes! Thank you for letting the parents hug Sam. They watched him die and come back! Like man! They need therapy after that

Optimus and Sam standing next to each other is so cute! Dad and son vibes lol

Yay! Sam gets to go to college!

I will rank this movie as 9.5/10

[perculiar]

So much has happened in the past 24 hours that I can’t process it.

I might ring some helplines if I’m home alone tonight.

Had consensual sex with an old friend I’ve always felt very safe with but conditioning means I did shit that I know I didn’t want to in the moment (blow him lol) but didn’t know how to opt out without feeling like I was body shaming. I still need to work on saying I’m not up for it. I did say what I definitely didn’t want though and put an end to it when I knew for sure I wanted to stop and said I was panicking and need to stop (which he respected ofc) so that’s a personal win for me. Also need to let him know that he probably needs to see a doctor about his foreskin being so tight which idk how to navigate.

I find boundaries so much easier in kink situations with safe words etc. Vanilla sex is the issue bc I can’t get out of my own head.

- Had a conversation with my mum (and nana) about my concern for them re my brother and abusive tendencies & how my mum is more likely to allow that shit with her trauma history. Good talk. Will leave it to trickle down for her (hopefully)

- saw my niblings for Williams 12th birthday: gave him a big long hug & watched his wheelie vids on his new mountain bike; introduced headphones as a way to drown out family nonsense with Lilly; played PS4 and had a good chat with Jacob

- Got snuck out of my sisters house bc Micky showed up unannounced and my mum came to tell me. He knew I was there and that I left without saying hi. But I cannot face the man who domestically abused my mum, neglected me, and committed covert incest against me (likely bc of opportunity). Which doesn’t account for the fear and general violence of growing up with him as my “dad”. I think when my mum came in to tell me all I could do was hold my head in my hands and try not have a panic attack lol. My oldest nephew asked why I didn’t want to see him and I said I’ll tell him another time when it’s just us (bc my 9 yo niece was there listening).

- The dog really helps keep me grounded and calm. I need a dog. Love that dog.

On train back to Manchester now. Deeply thankful I don’t exist in that environment in the day to day.

Need to get home and have a joint. Thankfully anxiety meds are kicking in now.

[tooxmanyxships]

Did I make a second part to this amnesia ficlet? Why yes. Yes I did.

He doesn't see the man again. 

He didn't tell Jenson about the, quite literal, crash into this stranger because something tells him he shouldn't. 

He still has the picture, tucked away where Jenson won't look. 

Sometimes he catches himself looking at it with a fond smile on his face. He still doesn't understand why it makes him smile. 

But eventually he forgets - - -

He forgets looking at the picture. He forgets about the guy completely. 

He was just some stranger after all. 

Nico doesn't know why he suddenly finds himself in the grocery store, halting in the aisle with the cereals, staring at a box of frosties like it's the best thing he's ever seen. 

He doesn't even like frosties. 

Or at least he doesn't think he does. 

Jenson gives him a questioning look, but at least has the decency not to tease him about it. 

Everyone can get a sudden fascination with frosties, okay? 

But that's not the only thing.....

Because, since a little while, every time Jenson asks him what he likes to eat for dinner, somehow the word "pizza" is the first thing that rolls off his tongue.

He doesn't get it. Why pizza of all things? 

Or frosties. Or vanilla gelato. Or why he wants to go on vacation to Greece. 

Or why every time he sees a commercial of Cirque du Soleil with people on unicycles, he suddenly gets the urge to ride one himself.

If Jenson is worried about him, he sure covers it up well.

But Nico is starting to fear that he's slowly going insane. 

Jenson always goes with him to his therapy sessions, which is starting to make him angry, so they argue about it.

In fact they argue a lot lately. 

Jenson insists it's because he cares about Nico. Nico thinks there's an ulterior motive. 

He feels himself yearning for the old days. Though he doesn't really quite know what those days were or what he's yearning for. 

It's like he's missing out on something important but his muddled brain can't come up with the answers. 

~~~~~~~~~~*******************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lewis didn't know it would affect him this much, knowing that Nico had forgotten him. 

At first he thought; "it's just for the best." 

If Nico had forgotten him, then he would too.

What were they still to each other anyway?

Only pain. 

The memory of them was slowly being forgotten anyway. He barely saw the term 'brocedes', a thing he and Nico had laughed at together when they were still friends, appear anymore. 

It was better this way. It was better to be forgotten than to be reminded of the hurt. 

He was retired now. He could do whatever he wanted.

He was often found behind his piano, playing melancholic melodies. 

He ate frosties in the morning and pizza in the evening. Vanilla gelato as dessert. Went to Greece on vacation. Did wheelies on his bike to resemble a unicycle.

It wasn't enough. Never enough to fill the void. 

Part of his soul was missing. He knew where it was, but he also knew he couldn't get it back.

It was better to forget. 

[scrawnsenior]

Well due to circumstances beyond my control I am back on a Ducati in the British Superbike Paddock. Unfortunately one of my team mates got clobbered at Silverstone and is temporarily broken. This means I get to keep the seat warm on his V2 whilst he fixes. I haven't ridden a Ducati race bike since 2019 in the Tri-Options when I finished a run of five seasons on the 899/959. I have been given the opportunity to ride a Supersport V2, provided by Laguna Motorcycles, this coming weekend at Oulton by the team. I wasn't sure at first as I feel like I finally have the Superstock Suzuki where I want it to produce my best performance. Instead of jumping into it blind this coming weekend I managed to ride the V2 for the first time last weekend at Castle Combe with NG Road Racing. It was very wet Friday for the morning sessions which I was on. I only had three 12 minute sessions and needed to test a few things on the Suzuki so did that first. I tried a harder compound SC2 wet tyre then did my second run on my usual SC1 as a comparison in identical conditions. For my last session I intended to have another run on the SC1 front and rear but to my utter surprise the mechanic got the V2 through the noise test. The bike hadn't been ridden since Silverstone and was still showing a few battle scars and didn't have the lightweight alloy tank on it but it was perfectly functional so I got ready to take it out. It still had the other rider's springs in it and was set up for him but I just softened it off a few clicks and jumped on. I was shown how to use the new dash and popped it into wet mode which has been developed by Moto Rapido. The bike obviously felt familiar as I'd ridden it predecessor a lot but it also felt very alien as I have been on the Suzuki since 2020. It didn't take long to get into it though and the sheer joy of being able to open the throttle hard in the wet without fear of being launched to the moon was immediately noticeable. I managed to go within .5 of a second of my lap time from the session on the Suzuki. The bike has been built over the winter but I hadn't really paid much heed to what has been done to them to make them eligible for the British Supersport. Visually they have the Termi (sounds great) and the dash/ECU combo. The rest of the mods consist of trying to shave off as much weight as possible and I think there are Febur rads on the way for when the warmer weather gets here. Other than that I don't know but I'm sure I will learn more this weekend. They are restricted on power/throttle and I've been told it's somewhere between 70 and 75% but again I will find out this weekend. I raced it on Saturday in the dry and although I had data from my 959 for Castle Combe I don't think the gearing was working particularly well for me. It was hard to tell due to the power restriction so I just left it. I had a good couple of races with Jamie Coward and I was thankful he was there as it made me push on a bit to try and see what I could do on the bike prior to Oulton. Overall I was impressed with the Supersport set up and will see whether I can make it go quick around Oulton with the appropriate group of riders around me. If I can get anywhere near my lap times that I am capable of on the Superstock bike then I will be a happy rider. I will be running #50 not my usual #22 as that is taken in the Supersport. Adding a few pics, wheelie bin included of course and I will get a few more this weekend once the scuffed fairings are off and the alloy tank with the livery is fitted.

[blubushie]

good morning blu!!!! i have some question about moony!!!! firstly how old is he? how do you know hes a boy? secondly why moony? is there a reason you chose that name? thirdly hissing in cats and stuff means theyre angry, is it different in emus?

Good morning, anon!

How old is Moony?

Moony hatched in April of 2021. I got him for my dad as a gift in May of that year while I was in California to visit because he'd been wanting an emu for the longest time but could never find them anywhere. Luckily enough for him I knew the two other owners in the county (I hunt pigs on their property) and buzzed them and their emu eggs had just hatched and there was one little boy left, so I brought him home to dad.

How do you know he's a boy?

Moony was a month old when I got him and by that time his breeders had sent in his eggshell (which has blood) and he was confirmed male through a DNA test.

Why did you name him Moony? Is there a reason you chose that name?

Watch me get laughed at for this: he's named after Sniper. Originally his name was Dundee after Crocodile Dundee, but as I make everything into nicknames I started calling him "Doony," and "Doony" is too close to "dunny" which is the Aussie word for a toilet, so after a week I changed it. His actual name is Mundy. I call him Moony because all of my animals get nicknames (Misty is "baby", Mundy is "Moony," Drogon is Pouty Child = Pow Chow, Daffodil the cockatiel is Daffy, etc). I always refer to him as Moony here so that he doesn't get confused with Mundy from my fic (or canon Mundy) lmao

Is Moony angry when he hisses?

Sometimes he is, sometimes he isn't! Emus aren't capable of many different vocalisations, so hissing has a few meanings. Usually it means he's startled (an automatic response) or it's intentional. When he does it intentionally it means "get away," but this isn't always used with aggression. He hisses a lot when he's playing and has done that since he was chick and figured out he could hiss. If he was angry and actually trying to make her stay away he'd stomp his feet or kick, which he HAS done when I brought Misty to California for a month when she was around six months old and she was still in her nipping phase of herding breed puppyhood. He's never landed a forward kick on her but he has kicked the air in her direction when she got too bitey, which is when I'd separate them for a few minutes until she settled down.

Usually you can tell when he's hissing out of fear and not playfulness or excitement because if he's afraid he'll puff up the feathers on his neck to make himself look bigger. He does this when he's startled (usually because of loud noises, like the neighbours closing the wheelie bin too fast).

[emptymanuscript]

Possibly new favorite meme…

I don’t think anyone actually believes this is a horse race.

I think everyone thinks the other side is cheating to hell and back and would be deader than a horror movie allows if the playing field was fair.

And I am fairly certain that everyone thinks the mainstream media is utterly complicit in both cheating and then misinforming the public about it to help legitimize the cheat.

So, less horse race than beating a dead horse of a meme to futilely try and keep it going.

Though I suppose that might possibly be the lack of undecideds or moderates in my online sphere. I admit I simply do inhabit places where people are virulently, even violently, opinionated. Always. About everything. I think I gravitate toward the sort of person who has opinions about having opinions.

Also, please sign me up for the suped-up, tricked-out hearse. I want my funeral to be lead by someone screaming, “Keep up if you can!” Ideally popping a wheely and burning rubber. When I am dead, drive in my honor like I did when I was 16 and thought I was immortal. Hit 75 in a dangerously curvy 25 mph zone blasting outdated music. I’m dead. Might as well relish in it being too late to fear for my life. Steer recklessly. Run lights. Laugh maniacally while spinning out.

… I feel a little bad that I have no idea how to track down the guy that I solemnly promised I would go to his funeral and cheerfully throw rice like it was a wedding until confronted that it was a funeral and I was dishonoring the dead at which point I would pretend to be extremely confused for a moment before just running away so there would never be an explanation. I don’t quite know how he intrinsically understood how I feel about funerals. But I felt very seen in that sudden and semi-random conversation. He just made the request and I was like, yes, I absolutely will do that for you.

… I think I used to be a much more interesting person…

[gnomeicecream]

Dream time with Gnome.

I had a dream about a movie.

We start with an old guy alone in the middle of nowhere ranch country. You see little mementos from his past where he was able to travel, adventure, keep up with family. Then an old photo, two brothers, a young looking lion with a sleek coat. This contrasts the present: A cobbled together shelter made of used parts and scrap sunk in a hill under a tree. The closest neighbor is a severe agoraphobic who only interacts with people from within a steel and glass robot. Old Man goes through his day, letting his animals out of the pasture, going for a walk. Just killing time, waiting for it to return the favor.

He's got his affairs in order, so he drives out during a cold night. Gets out of his big truck with Old Lion and starts walking, never intending to return. But he isn't the one who gets weak first, its Old Lion. Seeing his last friend collapse, he looses his nerve and turns back till they get home.

One day some time later, he spots a massive storm of dust slowly pushing its way east, consuming the railroad tracks that pass down the hill in front of his house. Hoards of animals are fleeing before it, wild, domestic, forest and field. Old Man stops only long enough to grab his family recipe book and Old Lion, swings by in his truck to get his neighbor. He basically kidnaps him cause he is to afraid to run.

He follows the railroad tracks cause there is no road till he comes across a small family, two girls and two parents and offers them a lift in his truck bed. The cab is full from Mr. Wheely. I don't dream it but know that the parents get touched by the storm because they are outside, but the two kids they guard with their bodies survive.

As they go along they scavenge food, find clues, listen to old radio recordings of an obstacle adventure race starring The Daredevil. They find the last party member. A teen boy was left behind by his father was a rail engineer who disappeared getting supplies to and picking up any survivors who could be found in the Dust.

They find the last clue, where it all started. There's nothing but an abandoned town and goldmine any further out then Old Mans Hideaway. He leaves his kids, his friend, his recipe book, and his truck behind, taking only Old Lion and himself. Heading into death again, this time unafraid cause hes got something to live for. And his lack of fear kept him safe from the Dust.

The rusty, ancient electric engine gets him most of the way to the mountain. To the gold mine where the miners were killed one by one as they struck it rich so the owners didn't have to payout, but then this and that, magic, revenge, ghosts, dust storm. Daredevil, an embodiment of Old Man's recklessness and youth, won't let him pass. Old Man talks till Daredevil's false confidence and bravado wavers, and he dies. Old Lion, his courage and will, goes on to guide the ghosts onward. Old Lion was comfortable with the end of his life.

Old Man has a new lease on life. As he leaves he sees a train pull into the station, its that teenage kids father. They both ride on back, the Old Man passes on some sage advice, The End.

My dreams were heavy on the metaphor last night, ayy. Very strong narrative through, good job me. I did clean it up a little in the write up but not as much as you'd think.