#he's a sap and he's okay with it

[lambsouvlaki]

Hii

Sophie is just the cutest little girl can we get more of Jason on her interacting? Also what was life like before Jason came back I mean you mentioned Andy having to rely more on the bat family during that time. What was life like for the two back then??

Hello hello! Answering the first part, because the second prompt is so juicy its getting its own post. 

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Jason had been back for a week. A euphoric, exhausting, devastating week, as he met the daughter he didn’t even know he had. 

Andy had welcomed him back with open arms and happy tears. Three days later she kicked him out of the bedroom, when the heartbreak of two years of abandonment overcame the relief of his safe return. He was just thankful she wasn’t kicking him out of the apartment. 

He would sleep on the couch for as long as she needed him to. 

It was early in the night. The glow of the city’s lights were just weak smudges through the dark and the rain. The downpour drummed against the windows in a calming blanket of noise. 

The cot was set up on the other side of the living room, with a blanket thrown over it as a makeshift curtain. That meant Jason was the first on call when she needed a diaper change, or just woke up and started fussing. 

It was hilarious that Andy thought this was some kind of severe punishment. Waking up to his baby (his baby!) cooing for his attention. 

“Da?”

He glanced at the cot. Something was poking the blanket in the gloom. 

Sophie had figured out immediately that he was there. He was probably supposed to let her settle, but he wanted her to know he was always going to come when she called. 

He had a lot of time to make up for, afterall. 

“Yes baby?”

“...Da?” 

“Go to sleep.” 

“Da! Da! Da! Daaaaaa!”

He hauled himself up off the couch and lifted the blanket. An eighteen-month-old was standing up, holding the bars. She looked up at him with a gummy smile. 

He crossed his arms. “Sleep.” 

She lifted her arms towards him. 

“No.” 

She kept holding her arms up. He was starting to suspect her understanding of language was selective. 

But maybe she was cold. Her onesie didn’t have legs and she’d kicked her socks off. Maybe she just needed the comfort of being held? 

“Up?” he whispered.

“Up!” she whispered back, like they both knew that Mama wouldn’t sanction this operation. 

“What am I supposed to do, not give hugs? Come on.” He picked her up.

Oh, she was so light. It shocked him every time. He didn’t know why, he’d held babies and toddlers before and she seemed normal for her age. She hung on tight, her arms going automatically around his neck to cling on like a koala. He held her against his chest, one arm under her legs. Maybe it was just because she was his. 

How could something worth more than the entire planet be so weightless?

“Storytime,” she whispered. 

“You’ve already had a story,” he said, walking away from the cot to the windows. Streaks of golden light danced over them both. 

“Story,” she insisted. 

“You’re not gonna break me, miss cutie, I’m more stubborn than Batman.” 

She rested her tiny round chin on his shoulder.

“Story?”. 

He sighed. 

“Once upon a time, there was a cheeky little girl who wouldn’t go to sleep.”

She hummed, settling in against him. He swayed, moving her gently through the air. 

She lifted her head when he didn’t go on. 

He kissed the floppy curls on top of her head. 

“She was a very special little girl. With the whole world at her feet.”

She put her head back down, an ear pressed to his shoulder and blue eyes watching him. 

“One day, she was gonna grow up to be big, and strong, and smart, and pretty. She was going to do whatever she put her mind to. But only if she got lots of sleep along the way.” 

She yawned. He kept swaying. 

Her breathing evened out. He yawned. 

The two years of holding off an alien invasion on a dead rock in space didn’t include a lot of downtime. The things he saw, the things he did, they all just blurred together in a never ending kaleidoscope of horror he just had to get through. One foot in front of the other, to make sure it never made it to earth. 

He cupped a hand on the back of Sophie’s head, as gentle as he had ever been in his life.

It was all for this, even if he didn’t know it at the time. He hated that he left Andy alone, that his kid only learned his voice after already learning to walk. But he’d have stayed an extra year if that was what it took to keep them safe. 

He watched the rain’s patterns dancing over her skin. Like Gotham’s fingers reaching in and tracing her little pout. 

He was done. The realisation settled into his bones, quietly and with no regret. He couldn’t ever go back, not now, not even to end fights on Gotham’s streets. He couldn’t leave them behind again. He wouldn't. 

There were enough bad fathers in his family. 

Sophie kicked a leg in her sleep. 

He should probably put her back in the cot. He didn’t want to. So he didn’t. 

The bedroom door opened on silent hinges some twenty minutes later. He turned enough to see Andy leaning against the door frame. 

“She’s got you wrapped around her finger,” she whispered, in a voice that was all affection. 

“Yeah,” he admitted. He kissed the soft baby hair. “Takes after her mom like that.”

She huffed and wandered over. She cradled her baby's head then looked up at him. 

“You need sleep too.”

“I’ll put her down in five.”

“Okay.” 

She leaned up and kissed his jaw. He kissed the corner of her mouth in turn. 

“Good luck,” she said, then disappeared back into the bedroom. 

“Don’t know what I need luck for,” he muttered, thinking more about the fact that she was still kissing him. 

True to his word, he brought himself to let Sophie go when the five minutes were up. He lowered her back into the cot and tucked her blankets in around her. Her eyes cracked open but she didn’t cry or fuss. He kissed her on the forehead. She watched him drape the blanket back over the cot again. 

He sank onto the couch. His limbs felt heavy and his eyes drifted shut. 

“Da.”

Oh no.

“Da! Up!” 

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[dreamyluigi]

something something luigi doesn't remember the final events of spm or dimentio at all after he's defeated (but mario remembers everything)

[crybaby-bkg]

you’re watching one of those old timey movies with Bakugou on the couch one night, snuggled into his side as you share a bowl of popcorn. he’s been complaining the whole time and you don’t blame him, but you can’t help but feel a little mushy as you watch the lead actor dip his wife before consuming her in a passionate kiss. you hum under your breath, grabbing another handful of popcorn as Bakugou groans dramatically beside you.

“How come you don’t dip me like that when we kiss?” you ask him, tilting your head so you can catch the way his jaw works, how his eyebrows screw down a little as he glances at you from the corner of his eye.

“‘Cause it’s fuckin’ corny.” He grunts, pinching your side a little when you huff under your breath. you don’t say anything else about it for the rest of the night, but Bakugou noticed how quiet you got, your deflated look momentarily before changing the subject to make fun of another bad part of the movie.

it’s been days, and you’ve honestly forgotten about the whole situation, which is why it surprises you at Bakugou’s sudden urgency when he stomps into your shared home. before you can even greet him, you take him in as he comes damn near charging at you. he’s covered in dirt and soot and grime, still wears his work boots that track footprints on your pretty floors, his mask pushed up messily into his hair as he comes at you with his hands out.

you squeak in surprise when he grabs you up, your whole world flipping, stomach dropping when you’re suddenly hovering inches above the ground. his face is close to yours, eyebrows drawn down, and you giggle in shock as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Katsuki, what the fuck are you doing?” you laugh, clinging onto him for dear life as he holds you there, staring down at you with this soft pout and even softer eyes. they search your face for a second before he grunts, ducking down to plant his mouth against yours.

“Shaddup and enjoy the romantic moment, dumbass,” he mutters, before fully pressing his lips to yours. it’s hard to kiss back when you’re smiling so hard, giggling against him as you kiss and kiss and kiss him until you feel his own grin and teeth clash against yours.

dramatically, Bakugou brings you back upright, fixing your clothes and pinching at your lips when he sees you about to talk again. you only smile as big as you can, murmuring, such a sap, as much as you can. he only huffs under his breath, kissing at your pinched lips before turning on his heel to take off his boots finally.

“My little romantic,” you coo at him as you follow him like a lovesick puppy. Bakugou only toes his shoes off with a cute frown at you, mumbling,

“Not a damn word about this, you sap.”

[pikkissis]

bonus io asked him a question!!

collio doodle page!!!

God Bless!

[solivagantingrebel]

Posted the third chapter to carry me in your teeth (with tender jaws of sympathy)!

Ghoap shenanigans and banter (alongside Ghost manhandling Soap) always transcends universes, regardless of whether they're partially marine mammals in this one or not.

[fleshengine]

Thesis: Jennifer Coates’ writing is important because it shows the oppression men experience in our society and how that by proxy affects trans women.

Antithesis: Jennifer Coates’ writing had nothing to do with being a man because she isn’t one, and instead is heavily laced with violently internalized transmisogyny. It is full of dangerous rhetoric that might keep more trans women in the closet and it should be treated as an infohazard.

Synthesis: Jennifer Coates’ writing is important because it is essentially an unfiltered view into what being a closeted trans woman is like. While a risky read, it is a close look at transmisogyny as a concept and if discussed more openly could help currently closeted trans women feel less alone. If reinterpreted with transfeminist analysis, it could perhaps be separated from its bastard child, “transandrophobia.”

I’ve heard that Coates regrets writing it, but I’ve yet to see proof of such. Wherever she is, I hope that she is accepted and loved and I hope she comes out someday. I saw a shocking amount of my experiences growing up in Coates’ writing but I was already on E for a second time when I read it. I think a lot of the reason I stopped E the first time and detransitioned to an enby was because of transmisogyny. I didn’t have words for it back then, but I dealt with a lot of similar shit. It was only after reimmersing myself in a queer community and feeling accepted (despite the transmisogyny I dealt with) did I start to experiment with gender again. I desperately hope Coates found something similar, somewhere she can be accepted for who she is. I wish I could meet her and tell her it’s alright. I wish I could convince her and my dad that just because you’re old doesn’t mean you can’t transition. I hope in a couple years “I’m a trans woman who refused to come out for years, and I came out recently” gets published somewhere.

I hope someday we can all look back at how far she came, and look forward at how far we all get to keep going.

[poisoned-pearls]

okay I now can elaborate on the thoughts I was talking abt in the tags of my last post-

Jamil has always hated being touched, and physical contact in general. He was raised around kalim, he's had enough hugs for a lifetime, thank you.

well, that is until he started dating Azul.

Azul is very clingy. Physically, at least. He is an octopus, after all. He finds comfort in just, having any kind of contact with someone. It keeps him grounded and focused. So once he has permission, he can and will hang off of Jamil every chance he gets. Jamil doesn't like holding hands (because his training has instilled the need to constantly have them free just in case) so Azul hangs off of his elbow. If they're in class, Azul either has his hand on top of his arm or his hand. 

and Jamil realizes... he doesn't mind it. In fact, he enjoys it. Way more than he thinks he should in fact. It relaxes him so much that it almost unnerves him (the first time he found himself dozing off while Azul laid in his lap doing god knows what he quite literally shoved him off in shock.)

belatedly, he figures out that he is in fact, VERY touch starved, he is just very particular about how someone touches him.

it's silence. He likes silence. Azul rarely ever talks when he's laying with him, usually doing other work or something for the Monstro lounge. When kalim would run up and hug him, he knew it just meant he was about to be bombarded with questions and ideas and statements and work. He never gets to relax with Kalim. It always came with noise, with chaos. While being around Azul was like lying on the beach, with nothing but the soft crashes of the waves to bother him.

(Of course, this wasn't every time. Azul was still a schemer and quite annoying, but he quickly learned that if Jamil wasn't in the mood to entertain his ramblings or schemes, he'd simply shove him off of his lap. It always made Azul quite disgruntled, but he'd take the hint and shut up.)

This also lead into another thing: Their forms of nonverbal communication. Azul and Jamil could easily have a whole conversation from opposite sides of a room when they got along. Jamil knew all of Azul’s little ticks (like whenever he fucking clicks, something he learned was an octopus thing (which begged the question of how the fuck he made that noise in his human form-) or when he randomly slaps Jamil or the twins, who then immediately told him it was a sign of affection and he should be immensely flattered over (apparently it was something he only ever did lightly with friends, which he has concerningly little of. But Jamil doesn’t know if he has much room to talk on that front.) and Azul knew Jamil’s. Azul almost knew his too well, in fact, but every time Jamil tried to ask him about it he was simply met with some comment about how ‘he simply couldn’t keep his eyes off of him.’

Jamil still didn’t like people touching him.

Azul was an exception though. And he was quite happy about that.

[tinamybeloved]

okay here's what actually happened: jack made a video about dttwt's 'fuck jm' joke where they blame him for everything. it's hard to tell if he was serious but it was bad and it did mention sapnap joining kick, claiming they blamed him for that (which didn't really happen dttwt was mad at sapnap and each other). then someone mentioned sapnap boxing jm in stream and sapnap said something about not mentioning people unless they were important or smething. that part i'm less sure of.

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[sleepygaymerdisease]

does henry know that henricus can turn into that cat or is it a secret

thats a good question. it's a secret for like, 2 years (the reason for henri keeping this a secret is a long story LOL) but henry eventually does find out and he thinks its like the most awesome thing ever. because like, henry likes the idea of animals but he is very nervous all the time and doesnt know how to interact with them and he worries that they wont understand him. which is normally true (sad) but henricus going cat mode means that he can get used to the idea of a cat in his house. and henricus trusts henry a lot so he will tenatively accept pets.

[hermithomebase]

nymtutnymy

[pomellon]

Been thinking more about the dragon valley au, will probably definitely have to move it to my active aus uvu;

[fairyslight]

my bf: it's not like I was in love with you from the first minute, I need to get to know people before I fall in love

me: you told me you were falling in love with me after 4 dates

him: we knew each other by then

[transgender-catboy]

I'M BACK, LOOK AT THIS MAN!!!!

[viiisenyas]

If my brain disrupts my plot with a new idea that changes the entire story ONE MORE TIME

[dragon-zena]

sora: im not really closer to learning the power of waking but i did help to save the world we were on

yen sid: god you are such a failure. die

sora: i am 16 years old

[rollforjackass]

tv aziraphale and crowley: sweethearts really, they're good lads, they're just going through a rough patch

book aziraphale and crowley: today's forecast calls for 96% cuntiness with a 98% chance of gay married

have not seen nearly enough people talk about the part in the book where crowley seriously considers bypassing the whole apocalypse by swinging the antichrist’s basket around as fast as he can Immediately after getting it