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[ultravioletbrit]

“vintage” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 253 words

 

Regulus is standing with James in their garage looking at what is probably the saddest excuse for a car Regulus has ever seen.

“It’s old.” Regulus says.

“It’s vintage.” James counters.

“It’s ugly.” Regulus is walking around the car.

“It’s… okay, yes, it is ugly. But it won’t be when I’m done with it.” Regulus walks towards James with a skeptical look.

“I promise, it’ll be beautiful. You’ll see.” James tells him. “Please, can I keep it?” James pouts.

Regulus smiles fondly at James and wraps his arms around his waist.

“Jamie, you don’t need my permission to keep it. But I don’t understand why you don’t just want to buy a new car. You know, one that actually runs?” Regulus asks him.

“Restoring it, rebuilding it, is the whole point. It’s not just about the car, it’s about the process.” James has a glimmer in his eyes that makes him look absolutely beautiful.

“The process?” Regulus says, amused and endeared by how excited James is.

“Yes! It’ll be fun. Doesn’t it sound fun?” James runs his hand over the hood of the car and his finger tips turn black from the dust and dirt.

“It sounds dirty.” Regulus tells him.

“You don’t want to help?” James teasingly wiggles his fingers towards Regulus.

“I’ll watch.” Regulus grabs James’ wrist to avoid the dirt but uses his hold on him to pull James in for a kiss.

And Regulus quickly realizes that watching a sweaty, greasy, dirty James is, indeed, a lot of fun.

[wren-kitchens]

1601 words

there's a patch of dirt where scott's pacing has worn away the grass entirely, but he doesn't stop- can’t stop. the hole is officially filled, bricked up to dirt with deepslate, all stalagmites gathered in a chest hidden away from the view of any- anyone who might come here. bigb was conspiring against him- that's fine, it's fine as long as he doesn’t- he can see it coming now. they won't get the jump on him, not again. out of the corner of his eye, he sees movement, and before his brain can catch up, scott has his sword pointed at the throat of a surprised looking joel. it occurs to him too late that this isn’t the way someone who was dealing well with something would react, and he sees that recognition mirrored in joel's grin.

I wasn't actually gonna post this, I just wrote it for fun after session 4, but I read it back and realised I really liked the way i'd written it HKFJD so tumblr can have it as well

this is both kind of an exploration of scott's character and also a very self indulgent thing of joel having more composure than scott for once. I can do what I want forever and I will do this

there's a patch of dirt where scott's pacing has worn away the grass entirely, but he doesn't stop- can’t stop. the hole is officially filled, bricked up to dirt with deepslate, all stalagmites gathered in a chest hidden away from the view of any- anyone who might come here. bigb was conspiring against him- that's fine, it's fine as long as he doesn’t- he can see it coming now. they won't get the jump on him, not again. 

out of the corner of his eye, he sees movement, and before his brain can catch up, scott has his sword pointed at the throat of a surprised looking joel. it occurs to him too late that this isn’t the way someone who was dealing well with something would react, and he sees that recognition mirrored in joel's grin.

"i’m just saying hi." joel says, tilting his head to the side as he pushes scott's blade away. "i’m dark green- it's not like i’m gonna do anything."

scott sighs, and he commends himself privately on how casual he makes it sound. "thought you were a zombie. what with your green streak." he frowns. "is it greener?"

"yeah, gem helped me dye it." joel looks a little too pleased with that for scott's liking. not that- he doesn’t seem suspicious or anything, it's just.. isn’t he usually insane by now? "she's got one too. we match." it'd be sweet how proud he looks, if it didn’t unnerve scott so much. 

"you’ve been getting some.. pretty strong alliances." scott sheathes his sword again, resisting the impulse to back away. "first etho, then the mounders, now gem."

joel shrugs. "well, i’ve been getting the hang of it. feels nice," he says, a smile in his voice that's too earnest to be put on. "having someone in my corner. like- safe, y’know?"

scott forces his jaw to untense. "I bet." is all he says, and joel seems to notice the phrasing.

"what, you don’t think you're safe?" he frowns, stepping to the side absentmindedly, as if he’s about to start circling him. 

"I didn't say that." scott tries for a grin. he immediately knows it was the wrong move- something like interest sparks in joel's eye, and he takes another step. 

"you did die earlier. to mumbo, of all people." he grins, arms behind his back as he begins to walk towards the pit. not that- it's filled in. scott is almost certain that it's still filled in. "honestly, i’m glad, he needed the win." he snorts. "and we've all had targets on us. last six-lifers, and everything. it's no surprise."

"what's your point?" scott folds his arms in what he hopes is a show of nonchalance. "you two died. you died to jimmy."

"oh, jimmy- he’s been doing pretty well, hasn't he?" joel smiles, and much to scott's annoyance, he seems genuinely pleased about this fact. what happened to him- the joel he knew in secret life would be raving about this fact. "killed me, and mumbo, and grian! he might not be out first this game- neither might lizzie, she's been doing well too. swindled me out of my diamonds, but-"

"why are you here, joel." scott interrupts, and joel seems surprised. 

joel shrugs, and he’s stood directly over the stupid pit. the grass hasn't even grown back yet. "i’m just checking on everyone. tango tried to get me with that stupid trap again."

he grins. "it- y’know he still hasn't added more lava? I didn’t even lose a heart!"

scott feels a sharp pain in his palm, and he realises he's been clenching his fists so hard, his fingernails dug into his skin, joel tracks the movement. "go away joel."

joel's tail sweeps across the floor, arms still behind his back, chest exposed. he’s not scared. "i’m just having a nice little chat." he takes a step forward, and scott jerks in an aborted instinct to run. "you seem a bit tense."

there's a sword in scott's hand, and joel's grin grows. "I said to leave."

"green on green action isn’t allowed." joel says, a teasing frown on his face- like he ever cared for the rules. "i've just been talking to you- did I say something?"

within an instance, scott is in joel's space, sword slicing through the air towards his neck, rules be fucking damnned- 

the sword meets only empty air, and all of a sudden joel is grinning in scott's face, gripping scott's wrist with more strength than he realised he had. 

"come on, we're all friends here." joel says, all sharp teeth and bright eyes. scott is breathing smoke. never has he wanted to bite someone's throat out before, but here he seems to be. "watchers might get cross if we aren't. i’m sure you don’t want that."

scott glares, as if he could kill joel with his mind alone. "i’m sure they'd make an exception."

joel laughs- and it's not even fucking manic, it's that stupid giggle he does when he's talking about something dumb. he’s in full control right now—of both himself and this situation. "an exception- yeah, sure, for the guy they hate, the guy who keeps breaking their rules." 

scott wrenches his wrist out of joel's grasp, backing up. joel grins, unfazed. "they haven't taken it out on me yet." scott's voice is almost gravelly with anger. 

"i’d just hate for you to get another snail." joel says cheerfully, and scott gets the impression he’d love it if that were to come to pass. there's a stab of anxiety that pierces through scott's chest at the idea of it. "never had a game like this, have we? unprecedented times." 

joel is moving again, and scott is beginning to realise that he’s doing it on purpose. he knows- he fucking noticed, because of course he did, amidst the red rage of the previous games just how much scott cares for control—and how much he’s floundering now he has a lack. 

"y’know, I reckon this is gonna be different." joel says, and it almost sounds like a threat—enough for scott's heart to rabbit against his chest. he looks thoughtful, as if whatever he’s saying has just occurred to him- but there's enough smugness in his voice to suggest that he knows exactly what he’s doing. "this game, that is. jimmy is on track to beat the curse- good on him." he adds, grinning. "i’m still on five lives, and now you just died to mumbo.." he pauses, looking scott up and down. "well, all i’m saying is that maybe you won't take me out the series this time."

there it is- the reason behind all his tormenting. admittedly, scott should have realised it sooner, but he gives himself grace; he's having a bad day. he tries for a scoff, and it seems to come across at least fairly convincing, because joel doesn't immediately start laughing again. "oh, I see." scott draws himself up, and joel raises an unimpressed eyebrow. "that's what this is about? little bit sensitive of you, joel."

"yeah, probably." joel grins, and scott feels a jolt as he realises his goading failed. that doesn’t happen all too often. "but if gem can hold a grudge, I can too." of course- gem. scott did say they'd be good for each other. he failed to recognise how fucking good—is that seriously all it took to relieve joel of his red rage?

and before scott can process it, joel pulls out a shovel and dashes the ground beneath scott's feet. the panic that floods his whole body is enough to get him mindlessly desperate- clawing like a dying animal at whatever's closest. he can't die- he won't die again, not to this, not again-

he realises with a horrible drop of his stomach and a rush of overwhelming relief that he has landed on the deepslate, and that joel is fucking giggling again. scott's breath is shallow, his heart so loud, he almost misses joel's next words.

"looks like someone else is a little sensitive." he grins, clearly over-fucking-joyed at what he’s uncovered. joel slings his shovel over his shoulder, mock-saluting in a way that makes scott want to rip his head off. "i'll see you later." he waves cheerfully as he strolls off like the fucking peacock he is, out of their gate and into the night.

-

gem looks up from what joel can only assume is trying to convince the chickens to be just that bit quieter, smiling in greeting. "where were you off to?" joel grins, a little sheepish, and gem snorts. "what did you do?"

"may have been antagonising scott. just a little." he pinches his fingers to make a point, and gem rolls her eyes.

"that team is supposed to be our ally." she stands up, brushing mud off the knees of her dungarees.

"I thought we were telling everyone to go after pearl?" joel points out, and he watches as she clearly concedes. "and don’t pretend that's about the cows, 'cause I know it's not just that."

gem grins. "no- you’re right. what's your problem with scott?"

joel huffs. "he always permakills me- almost every game. and he was all- shaken up from mumbo's kill, so." he hesitates, and gem looks at him expectantly. "he’s.. a bit more rattled than I thought he was." 

"oh, joel, did you make an enemy?" gem says. she folds her arms as if exasperated, but her expression gives her away—she's always been one for drama. 

laughing, joel nods. "yeah, I- he’s definitely gonna try to kill me now."

[estrellami-1]

(Modern au)

“You don’t strike me as a typical fan.”

Steve looks up from the drink he’s nursing. He has no idea what it is, doesn’t even really like it, but he at least tolerates it more than his idiot husband who got it because, “Steve. Stevie. The name. I had to.”

He blinks and shakes himself, looking at the kid talking to him. He’s young, probably twenty-five or so. About the age of Steve’s kids, he thinks fondly. “I’m sorry?”

The kid nods at his shirt in a completely Dustin move. “Corroded Coffin. Didn’t think you’d be a fan.”

Steve laughs softly, looking down at his shirt with what he’s sure is the absolute fondest look on his face. He doesn’t even care. “I’ve… learned to like it.”

The kid raised a brow. “Girlfriend?”

Steve laughed again. “Husband. I can honestly say now, though, I love the music.” He quirked his lips up. “And maybe a bit more than the music.”

The kid’s eyes widened slightly. “You gotta crush?”

Steve shrugged. “You could say that.”

“On who?”

“The guitarist, Eddie Munson?”

“Oh my god,” the kid whispered, “I know, he’s so hot.” He shook himself. “But… your husband?”

“Yep.”

“Oh. Sorry, dude.”

Steve laughed, probably louder than he should. “Why?”

“Baby,” someone to Steve’s left groaned, and Steve was grinning even as he turned to look at his husband. “I knew you’d eventually get tired of me, but c’mon, right in my face?”

Steve snorted and pulled Eddie closer with a hand on his waist. “You’re dramatic,” he informed him.

“I’ve been told it’s something you like best about me.”

“Mhm? And who told you that?”

Eddie grinned, close enough their lips were brushing as he spoke. “Might’ve been you.”

Steve rolled his eyes and leaned in the rest of the way, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Love you,” he said when he pulled back. “Hate the drink you chose. You’re not choosing again.”

Eddie just laughed. “Whatever you want. Who’s your friend?”

Steve snorted and turned to the kid. “I didn’t catch your name, sorry. I’m Steve, this is my husband. Eddie.”

[kill-cry-die]

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[raising-harmony]

[Pelipper Mail]

[You are gifted a hand woven wooden gift basket, placed inside are two plushes of the legendary dragons; Reshiram and Zekrom. Along with this is a small goody bag of caramelized sugar dipped pecha berries and a hand written note written in neat cursive writing, the note goes as follows:

"𝓘 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓾𝓹 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓰𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓢𝓸 𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓰𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂.

𝓐𝓼 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱, 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓮𝓽 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓹𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓭, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮, 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓶 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓶𝓲𝓬𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮, 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓽'𝓵𝓵 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓪𝓼𝓽𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶, 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓐𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓼, 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓰𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓾𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓮.

𝓐𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓼, 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓸𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓸 𝓫𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓸 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓲𝓭 𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓰𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻...

𝓘'𝓶 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝓷 𝓾𝓹𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓛𝓪𝓬𝓾𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓪 𝓣𝓸𝔀𝓷, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘'𝓭 𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝔂... 𝓣𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓾𝓮𝓼, 𝓾𝓷𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓭.

𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂, 𝓛𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓔𝓾𝓻𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓶𝓮."]

This was awfully kind of you. The plush dragons are simply wonderful, not to mention surprisingly accurate to what I have seen. Your craftsmanship is impressive. I know N will love them. Perhaps he could take one with him during his doctor visit for a bit of comfort.. We shall see. Thank you.

I'm curious of your polaroid story. It sounds awfully strange.

Finally, as for Lacunosa Town, it is rather unfortunate to hear you had such difficulty. I cannot say I'm surprised by this. Nevertheless, good hearing from you, and again, we appreciate the gifts.

(for anyone having difficulty reading the font, the text has been pasted plain under the cut!)

"I recently checked back up on your blog and found out about your attempts to diagnose the young prince and how much this stressed the poor thing. So I thought gifts were in order for his bravery,

As such, in the basket I've gifted are two plushes of the dragons you seem to like and that you hinted that the prince will one day command, they are hand made, of course. The one of Reshiram is actually microwavable, leave it in one and it'll come out toasty and warm, very soothing. As for the candies, keep them in a fridge until after his evaluation and you should be fine.

Apologies if there are inaccuracies, I didn't have many reference photos nor drawings to go by whilst sewing, only good enough photo I had was a polaroid photo a strange young lady gifted me in some random pokecenter before disappearing before I could question her...

I'm aware you wished for an update on my endeavors with Lacunosa Town, but I'd rather overly length this letter with my..... Troubles and issues, unfriendly people to outsiders indeed.

From yours truly, Lady Eurynome" (?)

[lightprkdraws]

He's being a tease

[multidimensional-trashcan]

No don't apologize for the Stucky stuff! I only watched Endgame once in the cinema because it pissed me off so much.

And I just did it again expecting to maybe be a little more forgiving. But NO I am still pissed off mainly because of this part...

same for me! watched endgame once and it pissed me off sooo much. im not sure whether i watched it ever again but im sure that in the future i definitely wont! and y'know for me its not even about shipping them (tho i do somewhat in the sense of i love their dynamic and want to see more of it no matter whether platonic, queerplatonic (or romantic)). but in the movies it is shown that there is no one more important to steve than bucky (man didnt want to fight against him although he was brainwashed and ready to kill him) and bucky literally broke 70 years of mind control for steve (and you dont just establish such a beautiful line as 'til the end of the line' in one movie and then betray that sentiment). they literally love each other! but for some reason people cant fathom platonic love (which it is in canon) greater than romantic love so they think if given the choice steve would go back to peggy. which is the direct opposite of what the three captain america movies showed us! he moves on! he learns she had a happy life, he goes to her funeral for fs sake! he kisses her niece (also dumb ass move of the directors guess they thought it would make people stop shipping stucky or whatever, hate that they basically just included sharon for love interest reasons). and in endgame hes been in the present for about 11 years! thats double the time he knew peggy in the 40s. and he. moves. on. (sorry it annoys me that they just ignored the whole character development). also the same goes for peggy. while she still was pretty one-dimensional love interest like in the movies, the series about her finally did something with her besides being the woman captain america likes. and she also. moved. on! and then they just erased all that, booted the series out of canon and just made her a cardboard-cut love interest again! ugh. also someone please tell me how it makes sense that Steve Rogers, the man that searched 2 years for Bucky without knowing whether hed find him and who fought out a civil war (at least partially) for him, would just sit around in the 50s while knowing that bucky was being tortured by hydra right now. he just wouldnt. thats so completely out of character i wanna scream! oh god this is long. anyway once again:

STEVE AND BUCKY'S LOVE FOR EACH OTHER IS CANON! AND JUST BECAUSE STEVE LOVED (yes ill say loved see 'he moved on') PEGGY ROMANTICALLY THAT DOESNT MEAN ITS MORE IMPORTANT OR GREATER THAN HIS LOVE FOR BUCKY. SAME GOES FOR IF HE STILL LOVED HER! THIS IS TRUE IN REAL LIFE TOO! PLATONIC LOVE IS NOT AUTOMATICALLY LESSER THAN ROMANTIC LOVE! THIS ALSO MEANS THAT 'THERES NO OTHER EXPLANATION THAN ROMANCE FOR STUCKY IS ALSO WRONG'. YES YOU CAN HEADCANON THEM AS ROMANTIC BUT IT IS NOT THE ONLY EXPLANATION.

and yes im aware that even with steve staying in the present, steve and bucky's relationship would still have been sidelined in favour of a romantic, straight (its marvel what are we expecting) one. i guess thats what i mean when i say im shipping them. they are made for each other ('its difficult to find someone with shared life experience' -> bucky shows up, god i love this) and their relationship is one of the most important in their lifes (if not the most) and relationships with other people (romantic, platonic, queerplatonic or other) would not change anything about that. but marvel (and lets be real the people watching) dont see this. so i have something to rant about for days :)

[lovesick-level-up]

oh mb ! ! instead can i have a robin (honaki star rail) playlist! i didnt see that my absolutely apologizes .. . . pls n ty!

its totally fine, things happen. we're happy to do this for you. we hope you like it.

~ ozzar

[goggleghost]

DCA Celtic AU idea

Celtic Woman's "The Sky and the Dawn and the Sun" got me imagining a whole animatic. Currently storyboarding it as we speak.

[seth-shitposts]

Whenever I get anxious about whether or not I'm correctly characterizing a character I honestly don't have the deepest knowledge about, and then I post the fic anyway. And then when someone tells me they love how I write that character or how accurate my characterization is on them, or something of that sort I AAHHHHSJSJBXJSKZHDSB 😭😭😭😭

[fandomsareforlife]

Jay: Shade’s a Shadow The Hedgehog fan.

Shade: Wait what? How do you even get got that conclusion?

Jay: You both wear all black and are loners.

Shade: But I don’t say damn every time I take damage nor do I use guns.

[balkantroll]

curious about past present future as well. this is for brighteyes (tonightforever).

Aren't you that wiggler eyed fušia that deactivated a while back? I'm getting increasingly concerned with the amount of fušias coming to me. But i will remain unbiased. Here's the reading.

Past-what attitudes, beliefs, or feelings in past events have shaped your current situation

TWO OF SWORDS- This card represents the confusion faced when we must make difficult choices. You can only pick one path, and the other will be closed. The Two of Swords meaning may depict a warning to have caution. Like the woman in the card, you may have been choosing to keep the blindfold on, hoping the problem will just go away. You should avoid evading any issues that you are facing, since it will not solve your problems. A choice must be made to progress.

Present-what forces are at work now? What events are influencing your situation?

THE FOOL, REVERSED - the fool usually represents innocence and new beginnings, but reversed means inconsideration and recklessness. This card suggests excessive eagerness with no regard for consequences. Like the fool in the card, you don't see how dangerous of a position you find yourself in is.

Future-what can happen? What are your unconscious expectations?

THE MOON, REVERSED- This card represents confusion, fear, deception and misinterpretation. You may want to make progress, but are unsure of how to do so. You must deal with your fears by overcoming them. You have to believe in yourself to move forward.

[willowser]

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ploovs !! thank you for sending one in !! 🤗 i am so excited to read more of your lil' snippets 👀💐✨️

this one is. literally so funny to me. more nerd bakugou, who gets all flustered at the idea of your dnd characters getting it on LOL PLEASE he imagines you dressed up as a little cleric and he's like THIS IS. IT. why is he so embarrassing PFFTT

[nature-nerd-sarah]

Maybe one of those giant ice age sloths that are the reasons avocados have the pits

Sloths are surprisingly good swimmers, so the idea of a ground sloth girl in a bikini immediately jumped into my mind. She's sitting at a beach bar, eating tortilla chips with guacamole.

[goodboygustav]

I forget I’ll be going to a con as Inosuke at the end of this month. I hope I’m beefed up enough

[kelongt]

code dteam your favorite artist’s songs

my favourite artist atm is Chappell Roan so here are some things I think might match...

George - After Midnight

Dream - Pink Pony Club

Sapnap - My kink is karma