#i must have seen it in a movie or something

[brotherwtf]

Hi, about the fluffy prompts

Lately I’ve been thinking about insomniac gale who develops a habit of falling asleep on John. Maybe it’s post war buckies, maybe it’s modern AU, where they are roommates but what if gale, who is tortured every night, accidentally falls asleep on John’s shoulder and is absolutely mortified after, but two days and another sleepless night later, Buck sees Bucky on the couch, watching some movie and his shoulder suddenly looks so inviting. “It was an accident, there’s no way I can fall asleep again” but he does and suddenly John becomes his favorite pillow. And John is more than happy to help because he has always been worried about Gale. Oh and what if one night, Gale’s initial plan was to sleep in his own bed, but torturous hours later, he knocks on John’s door, shifting uncomfortably, embarrassed. John takes one look at him and goes “come here”

oh my God this is so cute!! I always hc that Gale has hella sleeping problems, maybe even before the war, and like just CANNOT sleep when the war is over, just plagued with nightmares and sleep paralysis every night

he can't sleep in a bed anymore, as soon as his head hits the pillow he's thinking about German guards rousting him from his sleep, or an officer coming to shake him on the shoulder and tell him he's flying a mission, so he often tries to sleep on a chair or the floor as to not arise those memories, it often doesn't work, whenever he closes his eyes he's reminded of flames and fire and burning men, he hasn't had a restful night in god knows how long

he's a little jealous of how easily John seems to sleep, knows he must be plagued by nightmares as well but never seems to show it, always seems to be rejuvenated and refreshed every morning while Gale still feels like he's dying

he has moments of peace though, what if John came to visit him and Marge before Gale left her and they're both sitting on the couch, dutifully staying out of Marge's way while she makes dinner

maybe Johns just reading or something and Gale can feel his eyes droop with exhaustion in the late summer afternoon, doesn't even realize he's fallen asleep on John's shoulder until he can feel John rustling his shoulder

"didn't wanna wake you, Buck, but Marge says dinner is ready," John whispers and Gale's absolutely horrified by the position he's in, his face tucked into John's shoulder with his body curved into John's

it's the evening, Gale realizes, and he must have slept for a couple of hours, at least before he was woken up, and he realizes that's the longest he's ever slept uninterrupted

it haunts him, that oh so relaxing sleep on John's shoulder whenever he sleeps fitfully in Marge's bed, and that paired with a bunch of other shit (namely the feelings he has for his boy best friend), he decides to leave Marge and find John

and he shows up on John's doorstep, desperate and pathetic like a stray dog, asking for a place to stay because he left Marge, and John, always so fucking kind, allows him into his home

Gale banishes himself to the guest room even though John says he can take the master, and hopes that just being in John's proximity can help him sleep, but he's still awake to the long hours of the night with nightmares and curses to himself, why isn't this working?

and then they find themselves in a similar position again, sitting on the couch while the radio drones a baseball game or some music and Gale can't help but think that John's shoulder looks like a much better pillow than anything Gale's ever seen, so he lets himself lean over, and John's arm comes around to wrap around Gale's shoulder and pull him closer, and Gale sleeps for six hours in John's arms

it must be an accident, it can't be that Gale can only sleep in John's arms, so he tells himself he's going to sleep in his bed, still thinks it's only John's presence that's making him more relaxed, John had always been that sort of relaxing force for him, but when he jolts up in the night again after hours of fighting sleep, he curses to himself and quietly pads to John's room

he hopes he can just slip into John's arms without waking him, will slip out just before the sun rises and John will be none the wiser, but he can see John's body shifted towards him when Gale quietly opens the door and Gale curses to himself again, hoping he didn't wake John with his foolish ventures

but John just reaches his arm out, beckons with his fingers for Gale to come closer, and it's like John has a string attached to his heart because he can't stop his feet from moving towards the bed

"come here, Gale" John whispers, voice hoarse with sleep, and that's the final push for Gale to collapse in John's bed with him

and John so easily wraps his arms around Gale's waist, tucks his face into Gale's neck as an invitation for Gale to do the same, and it's almost as if John's blocking the nightmares and the restlessness with his touch and for the first time in years, Gale sleeps through the night

loved this prompt I love an excuse to make Gale a little pathetic with it 😔

[hhoneylemon]

𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨

tim drake x hero!reader

summary: tim asks you out while you watch the city lights

genre: fluff

word count: 974

as your feet touch the roof, the man slowly turns to face you. you tilt your head, brows furrowing. he doesn’t normally call you out so late.

“tim? what’s wrong?”

his mask is off, most likely tucked somewhere into his belt. he gestures for you to come closer. you don’t hesitate to.

“just wanted to show you something.”

tim leads you to the edge of the roof, staring down at the city. cars drive by, various lights are turned on in the different buildings. you step beside him, a small surprised sound escaping you. although gotham creeps you out, not even mentioning how gross it is, it’s pretty from above.

he turns his body, his fingers grazing over yours for a moment. your eyes flit to him. he’s looking at the city, blue eyes practically twinkling with the lights, lips drawn in a small frown, cheeks painted a faint pink. you tilt your head, biting the inside of your cheek. do you dare break the silence?

“you okay?”

as he looks to you, he nods and offers a small smile. you offer one back.

“do you like it?”

it’s your turn to nod. the view is pretty. you turn your attention back to the lights of gotham, giving him a moment to admire you. how your skin and eyes are illuminated from the lights, the curve of your nose from this angle.

when he brought his idea up to conner, he had been shot down. he had originally wanted to buy you something expensive he knew you’d like, maybe that way you’d realize how much of a gem tim could be. maybe you’d agree with going out with him. conner had to remind him that you’re not like that; people rarely are. you want someone who’ll care, not someone who’ll buy your happiness.

so this was his second idea. his favorite thing to do while bored on patrols is to sit and observe. the night life is beautiful if you know where to look from. any of the alleyways, warehouses, or power plants are obviously going to be ominous and downright creepy at night. the parts where people live are somewhat enjoyable. upper end gotham is tim’s favorite.

you finally look back to him and give a questioning smile, breaking him from his thoughts.

“is there a reason you called for me so late?”

he breathes a soft sigh. now or never, he guesses.

“wanted to talk with you. sit with me?”

you both lower, plopping beside each other as your feet dangle from the building. you’re several stories above ground, though the thrill adds to the experience.

“what about?”

his eyes dart to yours. he’s not sure he’s ever been as confident as now, besides a few times he’d insulted villains to their faces. his hand moves to take yours. the latex is cold.

“i wanted to see you, too. it’s been some time.”

you nod in agreement. it’s been a few weeks since you’d seen tim, him having been sucked into case after case for so long. he must finally be on break.

he doesn’t say anything more, though you’ll let him gather his thoughts. you gently squeeze his hand, offering reassurance. he exhales softly, his eyes traveling between different buildings.

“i wanted to ask you, you know, if you’d ever go out with me.”

this has you pause, eyes widening as you look at him. he glances to you, his cheeks turning a darker shade of pink.

“on a date. i’ve been wondering for a while, i came up with a few different options. we could order chinese and watch a movie or two, we could go to an arcade, we could go skating, we could just sit through a dinner.”

you hold back a laugh. you’re sure you’ve done a few of those things with him already, some even with groups of friends. you give him a smile.

“i’d love to, tim. which option would be the first?”

he grins, squeezing your hand.

“going to the arcade would be a nice change in my schedule.”

“sounds good, tim. just tell me when.”

he turns to face you, hand coming up to cup your cheek. his glove is cold, causing goosebumps to rise along your body. he leans in, pressing a feather light kiss to your lips. you return the gesture, keeping it gentle and soft. 

as he pulls away, your own hand comes up to his face. you brush a strand of hair away from his eye. they’re such a pretty blue.

“does thursday work? there’s that one arcade in your city, i could come by.”

“on your bike? sounds good, if you’ll be careful.”

he grins and then nods again. you card your hand through his hair, pulling him in for another soft kiss. his lips are chapped, probably not caring about that while he’s on patrol, but you notice. you realize that while you would normally care, you don’t right now, not when it’s his lips you’re kissing. 

“i promise i’ll be safe.”

he murmurs as he breaks the kiss, tilting his head to press his lips against your cheek, just as gently as he had to your lips.

the silence is broken by a beeping directly in his ear, before batman is asking him to check a certain part of gotham. a groan escapes him.

“i’m needed somewhere.”

you grin, pressing a light kiss to his cheek.

“be safe, tim. i’ll see you thursday.”

he looks at you with a soft gaze as he pulls his mask from his belt. a small smile forms on his face.

“yeah, see you thursday.”

the thugs that red robin took care of that night could’ve sworn that he was smiling while he took them down. now, there’s a handful of thugs in gotham city who are terrified of red robin.

[everythingblackblack]

Do you have any thoughts/headcanons about Kaito's phobia of fish? It's an interesting character trait considering Kaito's personality and the lack of backstory given to it.

i love the concept of Hakuba being great about it, him canonically being kind to people with irrational fears is wonderful for his relationship with Kaito. Hakuba the human shield against fish! He'd be capable of being subtle about helping Kaito and I can imagine him getting protective if anyone hurts Kaito with it.

How do you think Shinichi and Akako would handle it?

Actually, I do have several thoughts on that.

Have you seen movies like "The Little Mermaid", "PONYO" and "NEMO"?

Well, they are scary movies for Kaito. He must have seen Ponyo and Nemo at some point when he wasn't that aware of his phobia or didn't know what they were about, he definitely has never seen "The Little Mermaid", and the name terrifies him.

I feel like Hakuba would be more proactive in helping him with his phobia and would even encourage him to go to therapy to treat it professionally, because as we know Japan is surrounded by sea, and seafood is their main source of food, I imagine it must be hard for Kaito to have to see fish all the time.

I feel like with Akako, Kaito has a conversation like:

"If witches exist, does that mean mermaids do too?"

"Yes, they do, why? Do you want to see one?"

"Oh, no, not really!"

Akako raises an eyebrow and looks at Kaito, judging him, she knows there's something more to this, so she pressures him to confess and when he tells her, she would definitely tease him a little.

"I'm surprised that the great Kaitou Kid is afraid of something like that."

"Don't make fun of me, Akako!"

"No, calm down, even if I like to tease you, I wouldn't stoop that low, don't worry about the fish, or the mermaids, as long as I'm here, you just have to worry about being cute, I'll take care of the rest."

I like to think that even if she would tease him a little (because that's her personality), she wouldn't really expose him to that, in fact, I see her covering his eyes discreetly so he doesn't see them.

I think that Kaito seeing that Shinichi loves sharks wouldn't tell him, and he would end up finding out until it's too late.

Something like:

"I have tickets to the aquarium!"

Kaito forces himself to smile, even though inside he's screaming. Shinichi looks so happy that he can't bring himself to say anything about it.

When they enter the aquarium, Kaito drags him first to see any non-fish animals. Shinichi starts to get suspicious that something is up, but he ignores it because he thinks Kaito would tell him if it was important.

It's not until they move on to the fish section that he feels something is wrong. Kaito is clinging to him too tightly and has his eyes closed.

"Kaito, are you okay?" "Yeah, yeah, just, you know, I love you and all that." "You're being weird, and not your usual weird self." "Just ignore me, I promise I'm enjoying this." "It doesn't seem like it."

In a moment of bravery Kaito opens his eyes, but it's a grave mistake because he faints. Shinichi takes him to the infirmary and when Kaito wakes up he forces him to tell him what's wrong.

"I'm sorry, you seemed really excited." "No, it's okay, but I'd like you to tell me these things, trust me I don't want to bring you to basically your version of a house of terror." "You know, I don't really mind sharks, I just can't stand fish." "I hope you're being honest, I don't want you to suffer because of me."

[despazito]

When I was little and the power went out my parents would get out this antique looking kerosene lamp so I would get my inkwell and quill pen to draw and I remember specifically pretending I was Benjamin Franklin

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Odyssey would have been a lot shorter if Odysseus gave the Cyclops weed instead of wine.

[alackofghosts]

this world must carry you and you must carry the world

[r0semultiverse]

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS 119 SPOILERS WITHOUT CONTEXT

[autistic-katara]

icl i would be at least a little happy with almost any ending for stranger things but one thing that would ruin all of it would be an epilogue (of a decade or more later)

[oncominggstorm]

My aunt decided a good way to wish me a happy birthday would be to text me a picture of me & my dead dad from my 22nd birthday.

Like yay thanks, I totally wanted to be sad and missing my dad on my birthday. I definitely wasn't trying to do the "out of sight out of mind don't think about sad things" thing to get through it without crying or anything 👍 Definitely wasn't already struggling missing not getting a happy birthday text from him 👍👍

[unfamiliaris]

don't ever look at popular social media personalities opinions on or check the tags related to a movie explicitly about the queer experience Worst mistake of my life. every single time a queer movie has gotten popular cishet people come out in droves to posit that Actually, my interpretation of the film where instead of being weird faggots everyone is normal is Just as valid as your stupid gay interpretation . and I'm meant to be like yeah okay

[gerardway-is-my-babygirl]

hey! i see you’re a fan of renfield— i read the original bram stoker version of dracula a few years back and was wondering how similar the depiction of him is to the source material…?

First of all thank you for the ask!!

There's a LOTTT of differences between book renfield and 2023 renfield, the only similarities they share Is the bug eating, serving dracula and being pathetic and frail.

Personality wise 2023 renfield Is VERY chill, like the complete opposite of book renny to the point where they could be completely separate people. He's very nervous and submissive around dracula, though he's a lot more competent and capable of doing normal things.

I'd recommend the movie If you'd like to see this kind of renfield, he's still a bit of a freak but he's definitely a lot more mentally stable and aware?? Idk If that's the right word but he's quite normal In comparison to his book counterpart. He's been molded completely by dracula over the 90 years they've spent together, so he's a lot more nervous and wary of stepping a toe out of line.

He's also definitely a bit more action hero coded In the later parts of the film, but I'd recommend It If you want to see my darling wife robert montague renfield

[marklikely]

not going to lie them making the protagonist of anatomy of a fall bisexual was inspired

[yoojinluv]

[here-there-were-dragons]

all modern writing advice is optimized towards creating the most digestible and marketable mass-appeal piece possible, which everyone has decided is The Only Way To Do Art Right for some reason. i hate it, i fucking hate it so much, i had to stop listening to movie and art concrit videos because it became infuriatingly clear that literally no one has opinions of their own, they're just parroting from a list of How To Make The Most Marketable Thing that they heard from other criticisms, taken as gospel of The One And Only Way To Be Right, and have put no real actual thought into it themselves.

literally all of them now just boil down to "here's how this did/didn't follow the Standard Marketability Checklist to the exact letter. also at least a third of this essay is me randomly interjecting about how much i want to suck off puss in boots 2"

Every 21st century piece of writing advice: Make us CARE about the character from page 1! Make us empathize with them! Make them interesting and different but still relatable and likable!

Every piece of classic literature: Hi. It's me. The bland everyman whose only purpose is to tell you this story. I have no actual personality. Here's the story of the time I encountered the worst people I ever met in my life. But first, ten pages of description about the place in which I met them.

[billyboyblue]

Weird thing I've thought my whole life for some reason: I always wanted to be in a life or death situation and the person choking me (there's a person on top of me choking me in this scenario) has me on the ground and the gun or knife or whatever is centimeters from my fingertips and I'm reaching and they're squeezing and it's so perilous and super scary but then at the last second my hand grasps the hilt of the super cool knife and then clunk, right in the noggin. What does that mean?

[inkskinned]

they will need to whipstitch the wound closed, but embroidery is a "woman's" task. they will need to eat and clean and mend clothes, but why learn basic things when you can have a woman measure out your life in beads. he will be the "head" of your house, but if you want him to act accordingly, you must assign him a list of all applicable activities. you will be otherwise constantly in charge of almost-everything; so he will lead the house he is absent from.

in movies and books, the "cool" girl will be more-like-a-man. she will be "less boring," more "fun". she will have masculine ideas and masculine talents, which means a man doesn't have to change in order to find her fascinating. she will disdain of something as simple as stitching. how boring!

she will kick open the door of a car and quip what, girls can't drive? and flip her long hair down one side. she will grill and shoot a gun and skydive. be a guy. she will be sexualized.

somewhere, working on computers becomes a masculine task, and now on tv a gen-z disney character throws her hands up in the air. i can't be a computer science nerd, i'm a girl! in the real life, she will be unable to sit through some of her classes, shivering when she realizes she is the only woman present in several of them.

how many times have you read this book and seen this show and watched this movie. the singular woman is allowed 5 lines because she's not just smart! she's also pretty! she is surrounded by 20 average men, but she is stunning. she is the exception to the bland, pale lives of women-at-home, who will never be shown. she likes dirt and motorbikes and blood and shows up in a tiny dress during the final scene, rolling her eyes at our male lead's incredulity - just because i like motorcross doesn't mean anything. i'm still a woman, okay? i actually like shopping.

it is almost never reversed, and you think about that often. it is vanishingly rare to have a single man in a cast of women. the male love interest does not show up at a feminist march and sardonically squint at our leading lady - what? you thought only women care about human rights? he does not know how to balance a checkbook or kickbox because i grew up with three sisters.

when he cooks he is a chef, which is sexy. when he cleans, he's being kind, genteel. when he nurtures his family, confetti rains from the ceiling. when she does these things: it is her duty and her identity. what do you mean she has other passions and hobbies? isn't her hobby and passion homemaking?

the other day a friend embroidered a seam closed on your jacket into the shape of ivy. every time you touch it, you think of her.

something about women's hobbies and art and skills. something about women's work.