#i have a little fun at the beginning

[dronebiscuitbat]

(Part 39) Touched and Bunker Bucks

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A fierce duel commences!

[espurr-roba]

"They said I couldn't play baseball..."

Original audio from: My Chance - Game Changer's Mountport

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix - Sebastian Vettel(ft. Mark Webber & Jenson Button)

[turtleblogatlast]

Something I’ve been thinking about lately is that small moment in “Air Turtle” where immediately after the Daves lose yet another game, Leo says how sorry he is and how he’s doing his best as the mascot. This moment is so short but it’s honestly jam-packed with a whole heap of characterization.

His need to apologize for things clearly not his fault - especially when it feels like he messes up the job he was given despite doing the best he can (the phrase “it’s not about you” takes a new meaning when this is one of the lessons to be learned from that - that he is not always solely responsible for things going wrong), his need to save face and make a connection with an older adult man in his life (something he consistently does throughout the series - he’s got a few daddy issues, always collecting potential father figures, it’s no wonder he jumps at the bit to keep rapport), and the way he sounds and looks and the words he chooses really pushes how he is just a kid (“Mr. the Dunk, I’m so sorry”).

Like I know it’s a one off moment that doesn’t truly mean much, but when put against the rest of the series it works really well with the rest of Leo’s established character and helps in solidifying later concepts as well.

[starry-bi-sky]

What would a mother not do for her child What lengths would a mother not go There's a bond that exists between mother and child With no end to how strong it can grow It's a promise for life between mother and child It begins from the moment of birth.

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She is six years old, and standing on the porch at her Auntie Alicia’s cabin. She is six years old, and holding an old rifle in her hands, standing at the railing and pointing the nozzle at a large target a couple feet away. There’s a pair of old ear muffs covering her ears. Behind her is her daddy and her sister, and Auntie Alicia. She can’t see them. 

Danielle Martha Fenton is six years old, and her momma has her arms wrapped warmly around her, keeping the gun steady for her. It’s heavy and the butt digs into her shoulder uncomfortably, and she feels nothing but determined. And nervous. 

Her momma was teaching her and Jazzy how to shoot, and they’re down in Arkansas to visit Auntie Alicia for her second “Divorce-iversary” as Auntie calls it. She keeps a hunting rifle in her gun safe for the rabbits that like to nibble on her garden. She mostly grows rhubarb, which goes untouched. But her carrots and greens and other veggies like to be tempting snacks for the game. 

Regardless, she is six years old and learning how to shoot. Her momma and her daddy (mostly her daddy) have been banned from every shooting range outside of Amity Park in a hundred mile radius. So Auntie is the best place to learn, or so momma says. 

Danny thinks it's just an excuse to see her sister, not that she's complaining. She loves visiting Auntie.  

She’s already seen Jazzy do this, her momma told her before the muffs went on to shoot when ready. No use trying to fire when you’re not; you can’t afford to miss when shooting ghosts. 

Danny breathes out steady, just like momma taught her, and quells her trembling little fingers. She focuses down the barrel, and pulls the trigger. 

Immediately, the recoil throws her off, the side of the gun that her cheek was resting on knocks against her skin, harsh enough to bruise if it weren’t for her momma’s steady hands holding onto her. The bang of the gun startles her more than she thought it would, and her heart leaps up and runs a jackrabbit through her chest. 

The gun is carefully slipped out of her hands, and Danny lets it go easily, her cheek smarting in pain and her eyes wide and following up to momma. Momma turns the safety on, and with a gentle hand, pushes against her chest. Danny takes a few steps back, and slips the ear muffs off her head. 

Mommy is smiling big at her, something that Danny can’t help but replicate on her own face as her heart swells. “Did I get it, momma?” She asks, watching as she passes the gun off to Auntie Alicia, who steps over to take it.

“I’m going to go see, sweetie, but I think you did.” Momma coos, before planting both her hands on the porch railing and, in a single leap, vaults over the side and onto the grass. She’s dressed all comfortable for the summer heat, with her hair all tied back and in shorts and a tank top and nice boots. Danny’s ribs swell hopefully, and she stands on her tiptoes to watch her walk over.

“I’ll be hard-pressed to believe if you didn’t, Martha Mae,” Auntie tells her, grinning like a cat, “that was a damn good shot.” 

‘Martha Mae Knight’ was Danny’s granny’s name. Auntie Alicia calls her that because of her middle name — and because, by her words, she has her momma’s weird-shaped eyebrows and piercing blue eyes. The kind that could scare a hawk into singing like a robin. It was Danny’s favorite nickname ever.

Daddy laughs brightly, the sound painful on her ears but twice as nice, and despite the distance, Momma whirls her head around to shoot Auntie a glare; “Language, Alicia. Not around my girls.” She warns. Her accent always comes through when they’re around Auntie. It’s Danny’s favorite thing to listen to. 

“Do you think so, auntie?” Danny says, bright-eyed and ever-optimistic. Auntie Alicia nods fiercely as Momma finally reaches the target and searches for the bullet hole. Daddy then comes up behind her, still laughing, and claps a hand onto her shoulder so hard that it makes her knees hurt.

“Of course she did!” Dad boasts, as bright as the sun and twice as warm. He shakes Danny affectionately, wobbling her on her feet and pulling her straight into his side. She goes so willingly with a burble of giggles. “She’s got the eyes of a Fenton! And our family are darn good shots.”

Auntie eyes him up and down, her smile immediately fading off into a pressed line. “I’m sure you mean she’s got the eyes of a Knight. You couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn at twenty paces, Jack Fenton.” 

Jazzy holds back giggles from where she’s standing by the door, her ear muffs in hand, and Danny watches her Daddy’s dark eyes immediately narrow. Just like Auntie’s, his smile tapers off into a frown. 

Before he can say anything, there’s a cheer from the yard, and they all turn to Momma clapping her hands in delight. 

Danny immediately pricks her ears up, and would’ve darn near rushed over to the railing if it weren’t for her Daddy’s hand on her shoulder. She yells instead, excitement thrumming like a hummingbird against her ribs, “Did I hit it, momma?!” 

Momma beams at her with all the pride in the world, “You sure did, Danny!” And she turns to press her finger against the target, right on the inside red ring of the battered old bag. “Right here, sweet girl!” 

There are cheers from all around, and Danny’s heart bursts inside her lungs with shiny, sunshine glee. She puffs her chest out big, and smiles so wide it hurts the cheek where the gun smacked her. Her Daddy shakes again, squeezing her tight against his side in a hug that Danny happily reciprocates. 

“What’d I tell you, Martha Mae?” Auntie tells with a big wink and a wide grin, the gun still gripped tight in her hands as Momma makes her way back over. “You got a Knight’s eye.” 

When Momma makes it back over the railing, she hugs Danny tight and praises her shot. Danny looks her in the eyes and chases the feeling, and asks to shoot again.

[myokk]

Her kisses were all-consuming and he felt his heart surrendering to her with every gentle nip, losing himself in the feeling of her. Her soft body pressing tightly against him, her breathy moans, the soft hair at the nape of her neck, her taste.

When Eloise finally pulled away from him, breathing heavily as their foreheads pressed together and their eyes locked, Sebastian was dazed and content and...happy. Merlin, he was so happy. Her cheeks were bright pink, and her lips were swollen and red and smiling up at him. His breath caught in his throat - he didn't think he had ever seen anything so beautiful as Eloise in that moment. Sebastian knew that he was grinning like a fool but he didn't care.

Happiness was bubbling up in his body and he was leaning down to kiss her again because it would never be enough and -

She started coughing.

Eloise abruptly pulled away from him, covering her mouth with her sleeve as she doubled over. A terrible, horrible, familiar wracking cough that Sebastian never thought he would hear again.

When she pulled her sleeve away from her mouth, there were little flecks of blood.

They both looked at each other in horror.

"Eloise..." he started, his voice cracking. The balloon of happiness that had filled him burst and he felt himself crashing back to the grim reality that had been his life for too long. Arms hanging limply at his sides. When his voice came out again, it was a whisper. He could barely choke the words out.

"...what did you do?"

their first kiss😇😇😇

[somegrumpynerd]

Truce au part 6 - Time to tell the teams

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[necrotic-nephilim]

I am always thinking TimJay thoughts related to the fact that they have matching scars from getting their throats slit, and not only that, but Jason slit Tim's throat first in an attempt to threaten Bruce, where Tim was nothing more than a pawn for Jason to use to emotionally manipulate Bruce.

batman (1940) #618

And then, just a little while later when Jason is trying to confront Bruce and do his whole dramatic moment with Joker in UTRH, and Bruce slits Jason's throat to stop Jason from killing the Joker.

batman (1940) #650

It makes me so Unwell. They have literal matching scars. When do you think Jason realizes it? When do you think, while running his fingers over the scar he has to always remind himself that Bruce was willing to jeopardize Jason's own life just to save the Joker, Jason realized it was the same scar *he* gave Tim? And does it click for him too, that he and Tim are a lot alike? Being used as pawns in Bruce's game? And for the first time he maybe understands Tim Drake, just another kid trying to get Bruce's attention and approval? And Jason did to Tim exactly what Bruce did to Jason? And that's part of what spurns on Jason's obsession with Tim, trying to "save" Tim from Bruce's ideology?

When they finally get together does it make Jason even more possessive? He put that mark on Tim and now he has his own to match. It's the closest to being understood and loved he's ever felt when Tim runs his fingers over Jason's scar at the same time Jason touches Tim's. Mirrors of each other, in a fun, fucked up little way.

[baeglbites]

Yup yup I also watched and read kn8 too

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 39)

The whole first half of this chapter is just one very thinly veiled dirty joke… I'm not sorry.

“Uhhh, what's this for again?” N asked, slightly confused and nervous as he stood board straight, tail as still as possible as Uzi hovered near it with a measuring tape.

“Dad wants to baby proof your tail and needs the exact measurements. Tera's been swinging her arms around, I don't want her to accidentally sting herself.”

He thought for a moment, the dreaded image hanging in his head a moment before he looked over at the crib where Tera had finally settled into her nap.

“Yeah… that's a good idea, guess being smart runs in the family.”

She hummed at the complement, smiling although at this point she was getting accustomed to his honeyed words, she looked back up at him, a small laugh laced in her voice that for some reason sent a wonton shudder up his spine.

“Hoping our kids pick it up?” She teased, causing the brightest of blushes to grace N's face, and his tail to misbehave, wagging away from her.

“Uziiii” He whined, not quite used to her flirting back. Thier nervous, tentative “getting together” jitters had ended, leaving much more room for flirtatious teasing, something told him Uzi would be making him blush more often…

“I'm teasing, keep still.” She giggled, waiting until his tail stilled by itself before trying to measure it without touching it.

It was… a little more difficult then she imagined, he was being as still as possible for her, but his tail still moved slightly, waving from side to side, or twitching, making it impossible to measure.

“N, I think I'm going to have to touch your tail. It's not being still enough for me to get any good measurements.”

He gulped, he had been a little wary of this being the case, he wasn't scared, at least not of her, but it wasn't something he was sure he would be able to handle, still though… having a large syringe full of acid attached to his tail was unsafe around a toddler, and Uzi would never hurt him… willingly.

“I'll be as quick as possible, tell me if it's painful, okay?”

“I trust you.” The words sounded far more confident then he actually was, so confident in fact, that Uzi just nodded, smiling breifly at him, and didn't question his resolve.

Her hand connected with the bottom of the vial, and a shaky gasp immediately erupted out of N's mouth, and he made every effort to not immediately yank his tail away, despite the electricity arching through his tail directly into his core.

“It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you.” She comforted, watching as the rest of his body stiffened and curled into itself, hands gripping gently onto his own coat.

She took note of the vial, the liquid inside warm in her palm, despite her curiosity, she did her best not to linger, she gripped it gently to keep it steady, causing another noise to come up out of N's throat that they both vehemently ignored.

N gripped onto his own coat even tighter, he couldn't help but compare this to all the times J had given rough treatment to his tail, even if it felt nothing like it.

Her hold was firm, probably so the tip of his tail wouldn't move out of her grasp, but still loose enough he didn't feel trapped, like he still had the choice to move away if he needed to, he slowly relaxed, this was fine.

His tail wasn't being abused until it was oversenstive to hell and back, it was just being held, gently, carefully, by someone who's intentions were only ever good, who didn't want to hurt him, or punish him, or to feel like they had power over him (though she did, she just had to ask). Just… someone who loved him.

At that, the exact sensation of her fingers carefully on his vial came through the previous radio-static of nervousness and muscle- memorized fear, her fingers were colder then the tip of his tail, a shudder went through him, feeling the shocking temperature difference.

“Almost done, you're doing great.” She called out to him, the praise momentarily sending a haze through his systems that was so violently different then what he was used to that his visor displayed the words [Good Boy?] With a little heart at the bottom of the question mark.

Then he blushed, quickly shaking the words away. Very glad that Uzi was down near his tail and nowhere near being able to see the embarrassing words that had displayed so shamelessly.

He wasn't a dog! The heck was wrong with him?

Uzi moved on to the needle, squeezing the canister of his tail just a little bit more firmly in order to get the perfect measurement, her tongue held at the corner of her mouth as she logged each precise measurement into a file she'd made labeled (N's Stinger Thing <3)

A very quiet whimper left him as he felt the pressure on the needle, forcing out several drops of nanite acid that thankfully harmlessly dripped onto the old wooden floor, although Uzi did notice and tried her best to hurry.

“Sorry…” She said as she gritted her teeth, man that didn't look comfortable at all…

He didn't reply, deciding keeping his mouth shut was the least embarrassing option he had, holycrapholycrapholycrap.

Then, she was done, her hands quickly moving away from his tail, this too, was a strange sensation, the absence of touch being now more uncomfortable than the presence of it.

He didn’t think too hard about what that implied.

“Done! It didn't hurt did it?” She immediately asked, pulling on him to face her, although she was met with him biting his own lip and the worst blush she'd ever seen on his face.

“N?”

“N-no! You didn't-” his tail suddenly jerked upwards, as if it had just realized it was free, and he made a grumbling noise before he continued “-hurt me, promise, I'm fine!”

“Are you sure? You don't have to hide it if I did.” Oh Biscuits, she sounded so ernest, and it was something he would normally appreciate, but not in precisely this moment, where he was trying to keep from embarrassing himself.

“I'm sure, biscuit.”

“Mmm.” She grumbled, pouting at the cutesy pet name but blushing lightly, she was used to most of his honeyed words… just not the pet names.

She quickly sent the measurements over to her dad, before sighing, looking over at her daughter, still asleep.

She is safe, you are doing well.

Ah yes, the strangly maternal voice in her head was back giving her unneeded and slightly worrying reassurances. It would be better if that voice would give her better advice, like why the heck her daughter was teething.

Isn't this a good thing? The kit will need to hunt for herself eventually.

She almost growled at that thought, No. No Tera would never have to hunt, not like N, and not like her, as long as she was around she would only know oil as the coolant she needed occasionally, not the blood of other people, not connected to violence.

The voice did not have a reply.

Her attention turned back to N, who had seemingly recovered from… whatever had been causing that weird look on his face and was also looking over at the crib.

Your mate is troubled.

My fucking what now?!

“Hey, how did your dad get so much furniture and decoration for his place?” He asked suddenly, bringing her attention away from her own headspace, she snapped to attention, although she needed a moment to register what he said.

“He bought it.” She replied simply

“Right, with money.” N responded, looking slightly more panicked then he was a moment ago.

“Y-yeah?” She was now confused, what was he getting at?

“Uzi, neither of us have jobs… did we need to pay rent? Or- for all those trips to the nursery”

“Oh N, chill.” She laughed a little, clutching one of his hands to get him out of his spiral. “We don't have to pay for basic housing or medical stuff, all that comes just from living in the bunker, it's just furniture, clothes, like… nonessential stuff.”

“Ooooh… yeah okay.” He visibly relaxed a little bit, but it was clear he had something else on his mind as well.

“Our dead masters enslaved us in the name of capitalism, why would we continue it?”

He thought for moment before shrugging, then scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I guess I just feel bad, taking advantage of everything without giving back… we've been living here for over a month now, just feels… wrong?”

“I mean, you could get a job? But the only thing you'll be earning are… ugh merit tokens.” She groaned, of all the things the colony perpetrated from thier human controlled days, that had been the most demeaning.

Not just because she was near the bottom of that leaderboard, no, not at all.

“Merit tokens?”

“The colonies way of keeping track of who's done more for it, like building doors for example, or volunteering in the nursery.”

“And you buy stuff with that?”

“Yup, but it's not anything physical, you just exchange them digitally. I don't know what the big deal is though, if you want something we could always go scavenge for it.” She tried to drag him away from his previous line of thinking, she liked him here, hanging out every day, without ever worrying about when or if, he'd be back.

“How? Tera throws a tantrum if one of us isn't around. Plus I wanna help people! They gave me an apartment!” Ugh, she hated his correct logic, but an income of tokens would afford them access to the colonies part stockplie…

“My dad gave you an apartment.” She corrected, still not liking where this was going.

“Same thing!”

She thought for a moment, while a part of her heart ached at the thought of him bring gone for a portion of every day, he kinda had a point, they couldn't scavenge anymore, that was a two person job with Doll still at large and… whatever weirdness that was happening in their room, but she still needed things for her gun, material to tinker with, stuff they could only get if they had money.

She sighed.

“Do you… wanna go ask him for a job?”

“Yes!”

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

MDZS x Warrior Cats AU (part 1): That boy can meow!

Names and a huge inspiration credits to @clintbeefwoods!

(part 2)

[ohitslen]

College (uni??) AU catering to my own interests as it should always be hehe :)

[welcometogrouchland]

I miss them so bad (Dick and Damian)

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Don’t Let The Forest In

YA horror

an anxious Australian boy whose only friends are his twin sister & best friend/roommate returns to boarding school in the US - but his sister is ignoring him, and his friend is acting strange, with rumors of having something to do with his parents’ murder

he follows him into the nearby forest one night - and finds him fighting eldritch monsters from the dark fairytales & art they create together, desperate to stop them from hurting anyone else

ace MC, m/m

[suffarustuffaru]

hi i made a tier list of how homophobic rezero characters are

hello in the spirit of valentine's day and the very welcoming community here on rezero tumblr i decided to make this with the help of my lovely mutuals.