#he just carries her on his shoulders

[imtryingandtired]

Ford trying to get tickets to New York as fast as he can (it’d be really funny if McPhee was somehow a old buddy of his)

Have gravity falls on the brain again, but imagine how fun a natm and gravity falls crossover could be

An older dipper and Mabel visiting or even staying in NY for a bit and ending up at the natural history museum and finding out about the secret of the tablet

Maybe something from gravity falls got transported there to be displayed, maybe even ford and Stan getting to make an appearance?

There’s also the alternate scenario of Larry, maybe needing to get away from New York and his teaching job for a bit, and taking a trip and somehow ending up in gravity falls and getting wrapped up in their weirdness

[dasistmeinpferd]

charia + little sisters

[solargeist]

i love Her and think She should get to keep Her baby forever. like i think he should just never grow up. it's very rude of him to be anything other than Her baby when She is such a loving mother

SKSNSKSK right like 🙄🙄🙄how dare he break his mothers heart loLL

[introspectivememories]

roger who's nickname for buggy was "junebug" cause they found him in june and his hair is the same color.... buggy who hates it at first until he's climbing into his captain's bed at night bc of a nightmare and his captain says ever so softly, "oh junebug, c'mere"..... the nickname getting adopted by everyone on the crew until nobody calls him buggy anymore..... them meeting up with thr whitebeard pirates and getting irrationally jealous when the whitebeards use the nickname bc that's their nickname and who the fuck do these people think they are getting so close to their junebug.... rouge who has never met buggy calling him junebug in her head.... roger whose last words to buggy that fateful day before loguetown was "you shine like the sun, junebug. never stop"..... buggy who waits for years after the execution for a call from one of his former crew members, hoping every time the den-den one day it'll be rayleigh or seagull or gaban or sunbell on the other side with a familiar "hey junebug", except no one ever calls and the years go by and buggy slowly learns to stop waits, and gives on being the roger's junebug and learns how to be buggy the clown, buggy the genius jester, buggy the immortal, everything and anything other than junebug

[kelin-is-writing]

i hope you're rdy bc i have 3 dabi thoughts in total for you but i'll send them individually 🧍

alright let's start off easy xD

the fandom's thoughts on how dabi would react to finding out his s/o is pregnant seem to go in two different directions. either he's terrified and leaves for good or he sees it as a chance to prove that he's better than his dad. personally i usually go with the second one bc i want him to be happy xD

which leads us straight to girl dad dabi 🥺 i'll never get enough of thinking about dabi with a little girl that takes after him in a way that's almost scary. they have the same stunning blue eyes and it helps him learn to love them bc now they don't remind him of his dad anymore but his daughter instead.

she has the same unruly hair as him and it's a real pain to get under control. dabi even learns to braid her hair (it takes a while tho lmao) bc she always wants him to do it :3

your daughter also turns out to be a picky eater. her daddy doesn't like smt? she doesn't like it either. but this works the other way round as well. her daddy loves smt? she loves it as well. this becomes a little worrying tho after a while when the little girl starts to show interest in fighting heroes and worst of all: arson 💀

one time you find her in her room smearing watercolors all over her face and arms - purple to be exact - bc she wants to look just like her dad. and when you tell her that she can't get the staples she so desperately wants it breaks her little heart 😭

STOP RIGHT THERE MILK. STOP. RIGHT. THERE. MILK.

do you want me to cry? do you want me to shed tears so bad? like... the way dabi would absolute dote on his daughter, treating her with the outmost love and respect, never missing a chance to spend some quality time with you both like going to the sea or have late afternoon walks, granting every single wish of hers under your tender glance and smile like– he’s so gonna make sure she gets all the love, appreciation and attention your daughter wants and deserves.

“dad, i want some candies!”

“sure thing lil mochi.”

“dad! i want that plushie!”

“right away little pixie.”

“the moon looks so pretty!”

“i’m on it.”

“dabi no—”

at some point you gotta step in because he’s so ready to comply to every single request she does, even the craziest ones, a single syllable of your daughter and dabi is already on the move with the most chill and stoic face ever.

like that one time the three of you went to the zoo and your daughter said a simple “mr. lion looks so majestic, i love it so much!”, the next thing you know dabi was climbing up the fence, with the guards yelling at him that he can’t while you stand there trying to hide yourself behind your hands, not from the embarrassment but because of laughters since you didn’t expect him to do something so extreme “my daughter wants a lion and i’m gonna give her that fucking lion, ya heard me?!”, yeah no, he’d definitely go ballistic at any request from his little mochi.

in the end you guys got away with a plushie of a lion that your daughter loves, but to which dabi clicked his tongue at because he wanted to give her the real thing and not a miniaturised version of it, in all this you’re just laughing amused at funny all this situation was for you.

and i’m not allowing anyone to fight me about this, he would 100% read your daughter fairytales before going to sleep. dabi would lay with her on her small bed letting your daughter use his chest as cushion while he reads with soft soothing voice the fairytale of the night, once she’s asleep he would gently tuck her in and kiss her on the forehead lovingly, because she is one of the most precious existences to him.

and as you looked at them tenderly from the doorway, arms crossed to your chest, you really thought that dabi’s initial fear of not being a good dad was for nothing because he turns out to be an awesome dad for the splendid daughter you two have.

[licorishh]

I'm sorry but the complete and utter lack of appreciation on the internet for the 1995 adaptation of Pride and Prejudice is just absurd. WHERE IS YOUR ENTHUSIASM. WHERE IS YOUR APPRECIATION FOR SUPERBLY-CRAFTED MEDIA. Sure, the 2005 one is fine. Whatever. But the 1995 one??? HELLO???

'95 Mr. Darcy is the biggest simp on the face of the Earth and I will hear no objection to the contrary. My guy spent the first three episodes doing nothing but whining about how dumb and lame everybody was except for him 20% of the time and just staring at Lizzy like a big stupid idiot the other 80% of the time. My guy invented yearning.

My guy yearned so bad he finally bothered to do the self-reflection he'd never cared to do before when she eviscerated him to such a degree because she wouldn't stoop to marrying someone for whom she had not a shred of respect. My guy yearned so bad he was willing to risk his station in life, his livelihood, literally everything just to save her family from ruin, something he would never have dreamed of doing in the beginning of the show. My guy yearned so bad he recognized his deepest flaws and put in the work to change them and become a better person not so that she'd give him what he wanted, but because he realized she was right and that he was in the wrong and needed to make those changes literally just in order to actually have a happy and fulfilling life.

My guy literally created "I love my wife so bad I'm gonna explode and she could kill me on the spot and I'd thank her for the opportunity to be involved"-ism and you people ought to show more gratitude for him singlehandedly altering fandom culture.

[sapphicdib]

hey random thought but I was looking at the overseer description on the rain world wiki and it said that the green overseers only spawn in outer expanse and subterranean and that got me thinking

unlike spearmaster who had srs watching over them through the red overseer (until pebbles zap it outta existence) Hunter didn’t have any overseer watching over them

That means that Nsh wouldn’t know for sure if Hunter succeed in the mission because Hunter never made it back home, either succumbing to the rot or passing on through the void sea and Siggy wasn’t watching his cat unlike Suns

Nsh probably thought that once Moon wakes up, she could message the entire local group again however, Moon’s collapse left her in a state where she couldn’t communicate with the other iterators even after her revival

I mean, to cut slack for Nsh. Pebbles did put the entire region into lockdown (see five pebbles dialogue for when gourmand first enters the cann) so he probably couldn’t get in with Hunter but still

from Nsh’s perspective moon’s fate is uncertain. His hunter’s fate is uncertain.

Maybe he saw the little messenger going through subterranean which meant that Hunter probably succeeded. Maybe the last he has seen if his slugcat was before the Hunter entered the region and Hunter hasn’t returned home yet nor did Moon showed any signs of activity.

Maybe his plan worked and the keys were delivered. He wouldn’t know for sure…

basically all I’m saying is that Nsh feels like the person who would had definitely thrown more (hopefully non-cancerous) slugcats towards Moon instead of tossing Hunter and the angstiest option for why he didn’t was because he thought his plan fail as Hunter will never go home in the base game and Moon couldn’t communicate her revive

UGH YES!!! i hc that you can still see sig’s overseers sometimes in subterranean/outer expanse is because she’s still…well, desperately searching. at first for a sign of hunter, and then for a sign of moon when he realizes hunter’s probably not returning, or perhaps a way to get into the facility to see if his plan even worked.

part of the reason i think hunter was so sick is just because by the time sig made her, his facility wasn’t in the best shape, and he was rushing, desperate to save moon. in the note she sends her it literally says “excuse the unorthodox delivery method, equipment eroding etc etc”. i truly do not believe sig is “bad at making slugcats” or “didn’t follow suns’ instructions” because his dialogue PROVES THAT HE CAME UP WITH THE CONCEPT FIRST. (sorry that shit grinds my gears when ppl brush sig off as either stupid or malicious when it comes to hunter) because like…this mission is SO important to her. why the hell would he make hunter sick, therefore limiting her time to get to moon and possibly causing her death before she could reach her goal?

hunter’s last wish in the void sea is to be back in sig’s arms. if he were truly malicious/didn’t show respect for her messengers, why would hunter want to return? so yeah, seeing his overseer out in the outer expanse, searching for hunter or a sign of moon being alive just ;-;

i don’t rlly think she sent more messengers after that, mainly bc he knows any slugcats he makes after hunter will likely meet the same fate due to the erosion of her equipment/the fact he thinks “there will be nothing left of moon by the time one is ready”. sig just breaks my heart because she tried and tried and tried, reaching out as far as he could, and still never knew if his plan even worked. i’m gonna stop here bc if i keep talking i am going to be writing a goddamn essay that would be better than anything i ever turned in in university LMFAO i have so many goddamn Feelings about no significant harassment rain world.

also me n ghost are actually doing an rp that’s kind of like this lmfao, and in it the reason hunter gets sick is because sig basically works herself so hard she ends up damaging his structure and the sudden power failure/shutdown affects his experiments. (obviously that has no basis in canon and is more just us writing fanfiction about what could have possibly happened)

anyways after all that angst, here is a screenshot from my game where sig’s overseer showed up and sees moon bringing sluppy hunter home :’) in my dreams i can pretend she made it back LMFAO

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF PRIORITY: MARS (PART 2)

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Maj. Kaidan Alenko, Lt. James Vega, and Dr. Liara T'Soni With: The Illusive Man and Dr. Eva Coré Your vision is pathetically limited. You were a tool- an agent with a singular purpose. And despite our differences? You were relatively successful. But like the rest of the relics in this place, your time is over. Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

[bestworstcase]

How much of Ironwood's decision making do you think is informed by his semblance? Or is it a non-factor?

ooh this one is fun because i don’t agree with ✨any✨ of the common takes that i’ve seen across the spectrum from “mettle is auto-brainwashing” to “mettle is just the trigger he pulls on a gun”

and i need to preface by saying that i have adhd, and i experience EXTREME hyperfocus. extreme like i work from home and enjoy my job so i accidentally pull 14-16 hour days about 2-4 times a month because i’ll get going on a task after lunch and blink and it’s four in the morning. extreme like before i went on meds i needed to set alarms for mealtimes to avoid starving myself to death and that still only worked half the time. extreme like i have to be careful about reading books because i will not stop reading until i’m finished and very long books can prevent me from sleeping multiple nights in a row.

that said i do not and have never experienced hyperfocus as involuntary. i am always surprised by how much time has elapsed, because it never feels like more than maybe half an hour tops and it is always actually more like 10+, but for me hyperfocus is preceded by about 15-20 minutes of normal focus during which i’m fully aware of what my brain is doing and am able to step away if the thing i’m doing isn’t something i want to sink the rest of my day on.

it’s both a fairly debilitating symptom and something that i make a deliberate choice to do for a variety of reasons that are not especially important here. there is risk-benefit analysis involved.

this is basically how i think mettle works, with the sole difference being that hyperfocus requires a specific kind of trigger [complex high-interest tasks] and mettle does not, so ironwood can induce this state at will for any task. besides that, my interpretation of mettle is that it’s deep hyperfocus on a particular task, lasting anywhere from a couple minutes (for very short-term goals) to an entire day but averaging around 8-10 hours at a time for anything involved (paperwork, strategizing), possible to interrupt with difficulty, and involving a mildly altered state of consciousness in the form of a dramatic reduction in sensory and temporal processing i.e. no perception of time passing and inability to perceive sensations like hunger, fatigue, discomfort, people talking to you without getting your attention first, and so forth. it does not cause changes in personality or cognitive function, nor inhibit decision-making except insofar as it takes conscious effort to step away from the task.

mettle as described is “like an iron resolve […] that powers him to [keep going], almost like a very stubbornly, narrow focused mindset on things […] to push himself to do what he’s decided he’s gonna do” or to “push himself through something like searing the flesh off your arm, like if this is the goal he needs to accomplish, everything else goes by the wayside.” and for some inexplicable reason this has been widely interpreted to mean that mettle is a switch ironwood can flip to make himself willing to kill people. no! mettle is how he’s able to flay and cauterize his own arm to escape watts’ trap! mettle is how ironwood keeps himself awake and lucid for a solid forty-eight hours after his fucking arm gets amputated! mettle is why he’s composed and reasonable at the top of volume seven and gradually unravels into an unhinged frazzled lunatic over the months that follow because he’s using his semblance to force himself past the limits of what his body is physically able to endure.

ironwood is a soldier born and raised and indoctrinated into a military state that never quite escaped its prewar fascism. he was always perfectly willing and able to kill people at the slightest justification—“if you were one of my men i would have you shot” was, um, not a joke. that’s who he is. that’s what atlas molded him into, same as it molded clover and harriet and elm and vine and marrow and winter and goddamn near everybody else it touched who didn’t have the means to get out.

mettle didn’t turn ironwood into a murderer—atlas did.

but hyperfocus is not a healthy superpower, ok? it feels fucking great to effortlessly glide through a week’s worth of work in a single afternoon but you have to balance that against the physiological and psychological toll that will take if you try to make that your normal. it’s a day of absolute peak performance and then a crash, and you have to be able to crash. you HAVE to let yourself rest. hyperfocus feels like infinite energy and that feeling is a lie your brain tells you after unplugging all the early warning systems so that your body can’t interrupt you with petty things like hunger or pain, and you HAVE to remember that.

ironwood goes off the fucking rails in volume eight because he believes that lie. he desperately needs to eat and sleep and take it easy while his body recuperates from losing an arm, but mettle can make all of that pain and exhaustion fade away—only it doesn’t actually. the physiological need is still there, getting worse for every minute he spends neglecting it. all through volume seven it’s building up and up until it hits a critical mass after he flays his arm and his cognitive functioning just fucking implodes because his brain physically does not have what it needs to work correctly anymore and the result is this sudden explosion of acute irrationality and emotional lability that just keeps rapidly getting worse and worse and worse because ironwood keeps trying to brute force his way through it with mettle.

i have done this. it sucks. for me the stakes were high school so it mostly looked like a prolonged meltdown and some screaming fights over college applications, but the underlying psychological mechanism driving ironwood’s dramatic tailspin is exactly hyperfocus run amok. in its worst extremity unmanaged hyperfocus is just a horribly destructive and insidious form of self-harm and it will make you completely fucking batshit until you stop.

[shadowglens]

if i think too long about arthur and grace being so gentle and protective and loving with one another i might start crying

[dirt-str1der]

just wanna say im obsessed with your mind and i read your posts about kiryu like the morning paper. thank you for your service

(Sweats) e-even the ones about him laying eggs ?

[zukkaoru]

plot-wise, this would be a very bad thing but. i need fukuchi to kidnap aya and put vamp!tachi in charge of watching her. to complete the babysitter tachihara trifecta.

[fiendishartist2]

this house says my name like an elegy- petscop

Wheezing breaths echoed through quiet suburbia. Her shaking hands fought to drag her uncooperative body up the concrete steps.

Care's lungs were set aflame with every inhale; her hands– crusty with dried blood and dirt– trembled with exhaustion and effort. Without any remaining strength, she ran on adrenaline alone, spurred on by the haven that stretched above her. Her home was just out of reach, yet she continued; just a few more steps and she would be safe.

Minutes– or hours, or seconds– later, Care climbed the final step and collapsed in a heaving heap on the green house's doormat. The sound of her thundering heart enveloped her and she gave into her bone-deep sorrow. Care coughed, out of breath, and let out a loud, whimpering cry.

Eventually, the sun began to set over Care's shivering form, bathing her in yellow light. Slowly, she pushed herself off of the rough matt, swaying in place, and groped around the black blob ahead of her. Finally, she found the doorknob and turned it. The heavy door creaked and Care entered the house.

Loud pop music and mumbling voices met Care's arrival. She vaguely recognised the song playing, something upbeat and pitchy; it sounded like something she would have liked before. Now, it just blurred into the background and made the pain in her hands pulse harder with the beat.

Colourful blotches covered the ceiling as tall, humanoid shapes roamed the living room, each of their distinctive faces turning to stare at her. The blue-clad blob stood.

"You made it. Happy birthday!" She cheered.

Care wilted under their gazes, her weak knees giving out beneath her. She tried in vain to hide her deformed face from the people gathered around her. Someone crouched in front of her and started to pet her dirt-matted hair. The voice of her mother hummed.

"Aw, baby," She cooed, "Let's get you cleaned up."

Care dug her nails into her face, desperate to keep her mother from seeing how ugly she was. Arms enveloped her and Care was gripped by a fleeting moment of panic, before her mother lifted her gently off of the ground and carried her down the hallway.

Anna placed Care on her newly washed and made bed. She flitted around the room, chattering about how excited she was about the party and how very happy everyone would be that Care was home. The room’s heavy silence was only interrupted by Anna rummaging in Care's closet; she tossed clothing and toys behind her as she dug desperately for something.

She emerged with a bright red wool dress with a white collar and deep red, shiny ribbon. Scurrying across the room, Anna kneeled in front of her daughter. Her grin fell at the sight of Care's hands still smashed against her face.

"Why are you covering your face?" She asked bluntly, voice sweet and imploring. Care buried her face further into her palms and shuddered.

"Oh." Anna slumped and let the dress fall into her lap. Carefully, she reached out and pried Care's hands away from her face. Care stared wide-eyed at her mother, her lip trembling. In a small voice, cracking from disuse, Care cried to her mother.

"Am I me?"

Anna laughed, "You're so silly, Care. Of course I recognise you."

She pet Care's cheek affectionately and began dressing her in the outfit she had picked out.

By her wrist, Care was pulled out of her room. Anna smiled at the rest of the family as she dragged Care into the living room, sitting her down on the big leather couch and taking off into the kitchen. Her legs stuck uncomfortably to the cushion. Care watched as her mother weaved manically between family members standing around.

The couch dipped next to her. Aunt Jill silently wrapped an arm around Care’s small, shivering frame. Her grip tightened as yelling started to filter out of the kitchen, sighing and letting a tear fall on Care's head. Her head hurt.

Care watched, detached, as the shouting got louder and more people gathered at the source. Her cousin, Daniel– all straight, frayed hair and resentment– pushed his way out the kitchen. He spun on his heel and pointed into the shifting haze of people glaring at him.

"I told you- you never listened! This is your fault!" Daniel screamed; his wild hair haloed his rage-filled face as he threw open the front door.

"Fuck you, Anna! Fuck all of you!" The house shook with the force of the following slam. Jill’s grip was crushing.

The party stood still.

Anna stumbled out of the kitchen, plate and fork in hand. She locked eyes with Care and beamed, anguish settling in the wrinkles around her toothy smile. With unsteady feet, she crossed the living room, bumping into onlookers along the way.

She dropped onto Care's opposite side, shoving a plate of smeared chocolate cake into her small hands.

"Go ahead and have a slice, sweetheart!" Her smile wobbled, voice high and breathy. Her eyes cut away– to the front door, to the ceiling, to the window, to her daughter's confused, dark eyes.

Anna pulled out a camera and Care cried into her birthday cake.

Paul searched through the numerous boxes in Anna's garage. If Jill wasn't going to tell him where that damn disk was, he was just going to find it himself.

He opened another box and pushed aside its contents. In his haste, a single photograph fell out of its sleeve and fluttered to the floor. Paul huffed out a breath and rolled his eyes, bending over to pick the Polaroid back up. He turned it over and was met with the face of a crying little girl. Her wide-eyed face was covered in dirt and grass stains, her hands marred by deep red gashes and still more dirt. Next to her sat a grinning woman, her bright red hair sticking up in all directions, her giant smile surrounded by creases of stress.

Paul furrowed his patchy eyebrows. Judging by the cake in the girl's lap, it looked like it was taken during a party. He checked the date written in a shaky scrawl, smudged halfway across the bottom of the Polaroid– 12 November, 1997.

"Who is that…?" He mumbled to himself. Staring at the girl in the picture, something stirred deep inside of him– a sickening familiarity. Paul couldn't remember ever seeing this girl in his life, but he knew the shape of her eyes, the sharp slant of her nose, the space between her eyelids and hairline where eyebrows should have been; he knew it like he had faced it in the mirror every day of his life.

His throat grew dry– something was seriously wrong with the picture in his hand. Something that for the life of him, Paul could not place.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, quickly giving in to the voice in his head pleading for him to turn away from the offending photo. He wanted to get out of this room as soon as possible. The family already intimidated him enough– he didn't need to go finding all of Anna's weird shit.

As he laid the photo back in its box and searched for another to ransack, Paul idly itched the faint white lines on the back of his hand.

[catboyelimgarak]

Jadzia can pick up Julian, no sweat, and can carry him anywhere she likes or he asks politely for

[amatres]

what if part of hawke hated malcolm for leaving the family behind (he died) and leaving the role behind that they had to fill in

[tired-biscuit]

kiba is a girldad, there, I said it, He looks so cute having a tea party with his lil princesses, tiara on his head, in a tutu thats almost tearing at the seams due to his massive size, having the time of his life drinking fake tea and biscuits🥰

AGREED, kiba is most definitely a girl dad!! he looks like a brute, acts like a bastard, but i just know he actually gets so fucking soft when it comes to anything concerning his family.

speaking of him being soft, imagine he immediately turns all red when you catch him like that jdjdjsjsjsxjdj

he thinks you're still downstairs taking a nap, so the sound of your giggle coming from across the room makes him stiffen in an instant. and sure enough when he turns to make eye contact, there you are; standing by the door. watching. shit, for how long?

did you hear him pretending to talk to the stuffed animals surrounding the little table your daughter has made him sit at? see him push his pinky out while 'drinking' the tea, even though his hands are way too big to even hold the cup properly?

and don't even get him started on his appearance.

colourful little clips are stuck in his hair, most of them purple and pink. the tiara that sits crooked atop his head is clinging on for dear life to his wild curls. there's even a sheer layer of glitter smudged onto both of his cheeks; sticking to the stubble he hasn't had the time to shave yet, tan skin sparkling when he angles his head towards the light. he must have fallen victim to one of your daughter's failed make up experiments.

and he just looks so cute, no matter how messy. so endearing; he's the best dad ever for doing this. for being involved, like his own father had never been. you know that he hates embarrassing himself - has always hated it - but the fact that he's willing to get past that just to make your little girl happy tells you everything you need to know about him. especially because laughter is bubbling out of her so much, that her sharp, mini-kiba copy grin must surely be making her little round face hurt by now from how wide it's become. and it's all because of him.

and as for you, well, you're just happy you've managed to snap a picture when he wasn't looking.