#i’m just glad we are all living for this

[multiversediaries]

at last

bucky barnes x reader

summary: after months apart, bucky finally came home.

warnings: soft!!!!!! soft buck!

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“y/n? i’m back." you heard someone say loudly. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. you lived alone, well, sometimes. you were james barnes' wife. you had met him a long time ago, you were always there for him, and he was deadly in love with you. he cared so deeply about you. if something were to happen to you, he'd lose his mind. which is why he decided to hide your marriage, to keep you out of danger's way. you walked towards your front door, wondering who it was. your eyes light up as you saw your husband standing in front of you.

"hey, doll." bucky said smiling, genuinely smiling, as he took you into his strong arms. behind him, were the avengers, all of them. they were currently in a mission, that was supposed to take a while, which was the reason you were so surprised to see your husband back at your shared house.

"what's happening?" you heard tony say, confused at the sight of you two. you giggled a bit, pulling away from your hug. bucky smiled at you, taking in how gorgeous you looked. he wrapped his hand around your waist.

"i'm sorry i didn't let you know in advance, but we needed a place where we couldn't be tracked." bucky said, his voice as soft as always. you noticed the confused faces whilst your husband spoke to you as he has always done, soft and incredibly sweetly. you nodded, softly humming in response, a big smile planted on your lips, understanding him.

"alright, robocop, spill. where are we and who's the lovely woman?" tony asked, making your cheeks flush softly. you heard bucky sigh. you rubbed his back gently.

"she's bucky's wife, tony." steve said, gaining your attention. you smiled at him, he chuckled at you. "it's nice to see you again, y/n." he said, leaning over to hug you. you instantly hugged him back, squeezing him gently. steve was present at your wedding. you couldn't help but smile at tony's reaction. everyone always reacted the same way about your marriage to james. it sometimes made your heart ache. because how could so many people think that he's unloveable?

"wife?" natasha spoke in surprise, as you looked at her. you knew nat. you were a widow. you escaped a few years after she did. you gave her a hug as well, glad to see she was doing well. "you didn't tell me you got married. i must admit, my feelings are hurt." she sad, pouting, you laughed.

"it was my idea. i just- i didn't want her in any danger." bucky said, as you looked back up at your husband. you smiled at him, his hand tracing circles on your skin. natasha nodded.

"well, come inside." you said softly, walking into your living room, everyone following behind you. they all took seats around your couch. you walked up to your bathroom, grabbing your first aid kit, as you saw some of them were injured.

"everything alright?" you said gently, as you sat across from tony, who had a few cuts on his face. bucky stood by the door frame, as he watched you.

"it just got complicated." steve said, sighing. you nodded, not wanting to intrude. you began cleaning tony's wounds, earning a few hisses from him. you tried to be as gentle as possible.

"i'm sorry, i just don't get it." tony said, breaking the silence, looking at you. you tilted your head in confusion, as you applied a band aid on his small cut. "how can someone like you be married to him?" he asked cockily. you laughed a bit at his words. you knew tony and bucky were not in a good place, after all, the winter soldier was responsible for his parents' deaths. but that wasn't bucky's fault.

"because you only know the winter soldier, but i know james barnes." you simply said, moving onto clint's injuries. bucky couldn't help but smile at your words. that was something he loved about you, how unashamed you were to love him. even after everything he had done, you wouldn't leave his side. he felt so undeserving of you.

after cleaning all of their wounds, you prepared some food for them. you wanted to help as much as you could, and it just felt so nice to have people around. you didn't have many friends apart from bucky, steve and natasha. you smiled as you watched the avengers dine, talking over their mission as you cleaned the dishes. you felt someone's hand wrap around you. you smiled, almost instantly.

"i missed you, darling." bucky said, planting a sweet kiss to your neck. you smiled widely, turning around to face him. you wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging his body close to yours.

"i missed you even more, barnes. have you been doing alright?" you asked softly, your hands now laying in his cheeks, caressing his gorgeous features. you had spent so much time apart from him. almost three months apart. you felt empty without your other half. he nodded, kissing your forehead.

"i'm okay. i just want to be here with you." he said softly. your hands ran to now caress his back, as you looked up at bucky.

"i know, baby. but they need you. and honestly, you need them too." you said, leaning up to kiss his jaw. he nodded, before planting a sweet peck to your lips. he walked back towards your dining table, and continued the conversation about their mission.

it was very late at night already. all of the guys were resting. you had a lot of empty rooms, so you were able to offer a room to every single one of them. you wanted them to be comfortable, after everything they had gone through lately. you yawned softly as you waited for bucky on your shared bed. he walked out of the bathroom, drying his wet hair on a towel. you smiled at him, you couldn't believe he was back. he sat by the end on the bed and just looked at you. you smiled at him, before standing up, to help him off his prosthetic arm.

"it's alright, doll. maybe i should keep it on." he said, staring up at you as you stood right in front of him. you placed both your hands on his face.

"you're home, buck. you're safe." you said lightly, earning a shaky breath to leave his mouth. he wrapped his arms around your hips, hugging you. your hands ran to his soft hair, before planting a sweet kiss on his head.

"for the first time in a while, i was scared, y/n." you heard bucky say, you listened to his every word, as you played with his hair. "i was terrified of not coming back to you." he said, his arms tightening around you, earning a frown from you.

"james.." you said softly, trying your hardest to find his eyes. he was scared, you could tell. you wonder what had happened to have him this shaken up.

"it's just so much worse than we thought.. i'm not sure we'll be able to do something about it." he said, now looking up to meet your gorgeous eyes. you sighed softly.

"you'll be okay, my love. you will all be okay." you said, as you felt his hands pulling you even closer to him, as if he needed to feel you close. "i don't know the extent of what's happening, but i do know one thing. you guys are the earth's mightest heroes. it's alright to have doubts, but don't let them control you. you may not know what to do right now, but you will soon enough." you said, one of your hands running to his check to caress his beautiful face. "we all need a break sometimes. take this time to rest, and reflect. and a solution will come to you. but for now, rest, baby." you finished. he sighed and nodded. you always knew what to say.

"gosh, doll. i have missed you so much. being apart from you is torture." he said, now letting go of your waist. you smiled widely, kissing him lovingly, before helping him take off his arm. you placed it on the case and walked back to him, you placed a kiss to his shoulder, climbing back to bed once again.

bucky followed you to bed, laying his head on your chest. your hand ran to his hair, your fingers getting lost into his brown hair. bucky’s arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you as close as he possible could. you placed small kisses to his head and forehead, as your gentle giant fell asleep peacefully in your arms.

at last. he was home.

[harrys-only-angel333]

HEHE I LOVE ANSWERING QUESTIONS ABT MY DR LEMME DO THIS NOWWW

1. My first DR was a Harry Potter DR (like most ppl’s was I think) and currently my main DR is my One Direction DR. I made this switch cuz I feel way more connected to my 1D DR than I ever felt towards my Hogwarts DR. It’s funny cuz I had been shifting to Hogwarts for over a year before I made the switch and within a month, I was way more connected to my 1D one so I’m glad I made the switch

2. As in my DR self name? My full name in my DR is Chloe Lilian Adams. That’s my name cuz my first and middle names are the same in both my CR and DR, but I HATE my CR last name so I changed it. I love Wednesday Addams (grew up watching the films) so I think that’s where I got the last name from

3. The house I originally live in is the same as my CR house (but w some slight changes so I’ll know if I’m in my DR or not) but I end up moving into this huge house w my bandmates around like 2012/13. I don’t have any pics of it w me rn but my favourite room in it is this tiny room dedicated for reading that I designed myself. It’s like this little reading nook and it’s so cute

4. There’s probably a lot of edits of me in my DR but idk how to describe them lmfao. The fandom is CRAZY in my DR (crazy in a good way) but they’re all rlly nice. If you have ANY idea what the 1D fandom is like (especially in their prime) …that’s what I have to deal w in my DR. I love them tho

5. My outfit of the day would probs be just some jeans, a t-shirt (that probs belongs to my bf) and a hoodie (that also probs belongs to my bf). Just cuz it’s comfy. It’s what I wear here too sooooo it’s easier to connect w my DR self

6. In my free time I hang out w my bandmates and we just visit random areas. It depends where we are. Like for example, if we’re in London, we’d mess around in the streets and visit the monuments or whatever

7. I don’t rlly know abt niche, but I only have one DR now (I’m permashifting to it) and it’s obvs my 1D one so can I just say that???

8. There are soooo many ways I could describe my DR but if it had to be one it’d be ‘one dream, one band, one direction’ CUZ that’s kinda their like ‘motto’ ig so I’ll go w that one. Also cuz I’m not creative at all and I can’t think rn haha

9. I script on notion, and again, I deleted all my other DR scripts because I hyperfix on one DR (and yk what that one is by now ig). My fave script is my main DR one cuz I’ve spent the most time on it and it looks rlly nice :)

10. My friend group is my bandmates, so that’s easy. The group was made cuz we were put together on the X Factor cuz some judges thought we’d be good together lmfao

11. My family is the same in both my CR and my DR so I don’t think I rlly need to say anything here. I tried to keep my DR as close to my CR as possible so I can connect w it easily - and also so it’s realistic for me ig

12. My fave scenario (I didn’t script it, it’s crucial to happen for my DR to have its point) is the one where I meet my bandmates/bf cuz that leads to all the fun stuff I’m excited to experience in my DR (like touring and performing). I’m also rlly excited to do the San Siro concert cuz that was our ‘we made it’ moment imo and I can’t wait to experience it. Like everytime I watch it I’m like ‘holy shit I’m gonna be up there’

13. Justin Bieber cuz that fucker was rlly creepy w me at one point and I’m like ‘ummmm hell nah’

14. I have millions of followers in my DR. I’m mostly active on Twitter and Tumblr. On Twitter I post abt stuff to do w my career and tours, w the occasional unprofessional tweet. My Tumblr is the complete opposite. It’s VERY unprofessional (but not in a bad way) I just interact w my fans and be my real self and it’s rlly fun

ᓚᘏᗢ﹐𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. ⁞ ˎˊ˗

shifting ask game reblog for asks ↻ ‧₊˚.

i’m bored so here’s another ask game, i’ll try to ask to everyone who reblogs, as long as tumblr isn't too glitchy, but feel free to send asks to others

— 💡 : what was your first dr and what is currently your main dr? How and why have you made this switch?

— 🏷 : what is your name for your dr and why is that your name?

— 👜 : what’s your house look like? Do you have any roommates or people who live with you? What’s your favorite aspect of your house and why?

— 🎞 : what edits of you would there be in your dr? what is your fandom like?

— 🩰 : what is your OOTD (outfit of the day) for a dr and why?

— 🏛️ : what do you do in your free time? Who are you with? Where do you go?

— 🗝 : what is your most niche dr and why did you make it?

— 📜 : summarize your dr in a sentence

— 🧳 : what is your favorite way to script and share your favorite dr script

— ♟ : who’s in your friend group and how did you make this friend group?

— 🕰 : what’s your family like? Who’s your favorite person and what are your relationships with your different members?

— 🎻 : what is a fun scenario you have scripted and you excited for? (be detailed! :)

— 💼 : who is someone you don’t get a long with in your dr? Why?

— 🍨 : what are your socials like in your dr? Followers? Username? What do you post?

[what-even-is-thiss]

Y’know, it’s odd, but your posts are actually helping me crowbar my deep-seated ‘absorbed through cultural osmosis’ weird as fuck perception of weight loss off my brain. It’s actually really helpful to see someone talking about weight loss in a context other than body image or aesthetics, while also discussing the culture around that. I was brought up to see “losing weight” as some transformative thing everyone does and works to make happen and celebrates all the time, to see thin as The Goal of everyone exercising ever, and I never realized how much it affected me until recently, so now I’m making a start on dismantling that. which. Yeah I had no idea how deep that went.

Anyway, your posts are helping me view weight loss as “a normal thing that’s needed sometimes for various reasons” instead of the do it or die necessity that I absorbed growing up. Which in a weird way is helping me be healthier. Because I can do shit for my own reasons now, and feel in control of it, and less like I’m submitting to diet culture by wanting to take walks more. So thank you.

(Sorry for submitting this on-anon, I’ve got. Anxieties.)

I’m glad for you that you’re starting to unpack all this stuff. I think almost all of us have internalized something along the line of losing weight good gaining weight bad but in reality that’s not necessarily the case. Out of people’s specific individual contexts, gaining and losing weight are both just natural responses your body has to certain things.

There’s this idea that we have to look a certain way but at some point you do have to ask yourself why that is. And if you don’t have to look a certain way, then why do you want to eat a certain way? To be healthy? To be happy? Just to keep your body going? To experience new things? Living how you want to live often becomes easier when you learn to divorce what you actually want from what is expected of you and it took me a long time to accept that.

[dipperscavern]

Hi I genuinely love your work can you pls so some drabbles about Robb and a reader who's super touch averse in public but very cuddly in public

I love u pls don't die

-🥻

i live to serve!! thank you very much for the ask (i love u more) (was gonna die but i guess i wont just for u.....)

robb stark x fem!reader

theon’s voice rings through the hall, hands on his hips as he watches the chandelier be lowered. "Careful, Jon…. careful."

jon, lowering it, finds his ‘direction’ anything but helpful. "I'm bein' careful."

the chandeliers candles have been burnt down almost completely, and you had been assigned to the task of replacing them. you had only sought out jon to help lower it, but boredom is a contagious disease, making theon and robb jump at the opportunity to pass the time.

“You’re lowering it too fast.”

jon is patient, but theon is regal in his talent to annoy anybody, and peace is best found when his mouth is closed. you’re about to tell him so when robb beats you to it. “Shut up, Theon.”

he turns to robb, but a sharp noise cuts him off before he can retort. he jolts, and you stifle a laugh at his jumpiness.

he turns, finding the source to be the chandelier hitting the limit on its ability to be lowered. the glares he shoots at jon - whom is tying the chains into place - are not enough to wipe the smirk from his face while he does so.

jon abandons your construction crew at the first available opportunity - a wise choice. even while on a ladder replacing candles, you can't escape theon's nagging he likes to call "supervision".

"The shortest ones should be in the center. "

"Have you done this before?"

"That's not where it goes."

"I'll show you where it goes, Greyjoy." you call down, losing your sanity after a meager five minutes. theon raises his hands in surrender, looking to robb for support, but is only met with a shake of his head. “Fine then, do it wrong.” he mutters under his breath. “No skin off my back.”

minutes of sweet, sweet silence pass, and eventually, you sigh much louder than intended. it betrays your frustrations.

you start to move down the ladder, and robb calls from below. "What is it?"

"Ran out of candles. I think we-" the ladders instability is proven when you're about to touch the ground, and it moves under your weight. you would've fallen, if not for robb's reflexes. his grip is bruising, but welcomed in face of the alternative of hitting the floor.

"You alright?" he aks. you nod. "Thanks, Robb."

you're quick to slip out of his hold, feeling white hot embarrassment crawl up your spine. its only theon, you tell yourself. somehow, it doesn't help. robb doesn't hold it against you, letting you go without protest. he's nothing if not understanding.

theon notices, brows furrowing as you retreat to resupply in candles. once you turn the corner, he pipes up. "What's all that?"

robb fights with the ladder, trying to bring some stability to it. "All what?"

"You know what. She's your lady and you can't touch her?"

robb turns slightly as he glances at theon. luckily for him, you're not around, meaning he doesn't have to keep his language proper.

"Just because the whores you accompany like to be groped in public," he says. "doesn't mean my lady feels the same."

the greyjoy is apt at recognizing defeat. "Fair enough."

eventually, the ladder starts behaving, not nearly as shaky as it was minutes ago. robb sends a quick thanks to the gods, and when he turns back around, your pretty face pops around the corner. you wave him over, and he shoos theon off before making his way over to you. 

“Get lost on the way?” he says, approaching. “Big castle, s’ alright.” your eye roll in response is nothing short of the greatest reward. you turn and start walking; he follows with a lovesick smile on his face.

“I’m in need of a tall person, as someone... quite intelligent has decided to place candles on the very top shelf.” 

robbs glad he's walking behind you, so not to give away how he fights a massive grin. someone intelligent must have done that, of course. “Tall,” he repeats. “Yes,” you confirm. 

“And handsome, surely,” he adds. “They’ll hide if you aren't. Theon can never find them.”  

he catches a glimpse of your smile as you open the door to one of winterfells (many) storage rooms. not huge areas, but comfortable enough for their intended purpose. you weren’t lying – they really are high up. he forgets to pretend to not know where they were moved.  

if you notice, you don't bring attention to it, only moving to stand on a small stool next to the space robb fills while reaching for what you need. these specific kinds of candles are tricky, stood on a tray & quite easy to knock over. he hands you the tray in front, reaching to get the one farther back.  

“Robb?” he hums, holding a tray of his own. “Thanks for catching me. Really.” he murmurs something in agreeance, brows lightly furrowed - you already thanked him minutes ago. not that he’s complaining, of course.

still on your stool, it makes it easier for you to reach out, caressing his curls. “I don’t mean to be difficult, I just get...” your hand drops as your sentence trails off - he wishes it wouldn’t. “You make me nervous.” you manage, stepping off your stool. 

“Hey,” he temporarily blocks the door. your eyes meet his. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

you shrug like you don’t believe him. he scoffs. “I should lock you in here... talking to yourself like that.” he opens the door for you with a shake of his head, catching another lucky glimpse of the smile you try and fight off. he allows himself a final mutter of, “Blasphemous, really,” 

[crowsofdarkness]

Fallen: Chapter Three

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Fallen Angel! Female Reader.

Content Warnings: language, angst, fluff, kidnapping, violence.

Summary: The new Avengers recruit has many secrets, one of which Bucky is desperate to discover.

Authors Note: This is a little AU with Bucky! It will have six chapters! Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Tags: @that-blonde-girl @starfly-nicole @bookofriverr @civilbucky

“Faster!” 

“Harder!” 

“Come on, you can do better than that!” 

Sweat dripped from my forehead into my mouth, the salty bitterness stinging my tongue, and I let out deep breaths while trying to calm my beating heart. With a quick duck, I missed the oncoming punch, landing my own into the hard chest in front of me, not holding back my strength. 

With a smile to his face, he placed a hand on his chest. “That’s what I’m talking about.” 

I couldn’t help but snicker. “Please, don’t act like that actually hurt Captain America.” 

Steve laughed now and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just glad that you’re not pulling your punches anymore.” 

Sensing a quick break in our training, I allowed myself to take a large drink of water, my heart rate coming down fast. 

“I don’t think you would allow another training session to continue like the first three,” I spoke honestly. 

“We both know what you’re capable of, Y/N. You don’t need to hide it from me; anything.” 

With his words, I stared Steve straight in the eyes, knowing exactly what he meant. I was hiding a big part of me from him, from everyone, only because I didn’t want the others around the compound to witness it. 

“I’m already the new kid around here. The last thing I need to be called is the freak,” I said. 

Steve sighed with his hands low on his hips. “No one thinks that.” 

“Really?” My brow raised while I held up my hand, fire spreading to the tips. “All I have to do is think about it and fire is in my hands.” 

With a tight fist now, the flames evaporated. “Don’t even get me started on the other thing.” 

Within the last few weeks, Steve had taken the job of training me, preparing me for becoming the newest member of the Avengers. At first I was very shut off about the whole idea but knew that if I wanted to continue having a place to live, I needed to at least try. 

Steve was very comforting from the start, allowing me time to warm up being around him, but as time went on he could immediately tell I was holding back. We both knew what power and strength I possessed but I was afraid of letting it be shown on full display. Tony and him had seen it one time but it was brief; they, along with others, didn’t see to the full extent of what I was capable of. 

An immense amount of pain spread throughout my spine and with a painful hiss, I grasped for the closest thing next to me. Which happened to be Steve’s arm. 

My powerful grip meant nothing to his super strength, my nails digging into his skin didn’t cause him to flinch an ounce. 

“When was the last time you let them out?” Steve wondered once the pain had subsided. 

“Not since you captured me,” I admitted. 

“No one is going to look at you differently, Y/N,” Steve reassured. 

“So what? I’m supposed to walk around the compound with my wings on full display?” I shrugged. 

“Even if it’s for a few seconds when no one is around. Keeping them in has caused you pain, Y/N. Is it even worth it?” 

“To stay alive, you fucking bet.” I nodded. 

Steve sighed, knowing no matter what he said that I wouldn’t change my mind. 

I used to be so strong before my sister was murdered. I would walk around with my wings spread wide, proud of the woman I had become over the centuries but now, it was different. 

As far as I knew, I was the last of my kin that fell centuries ago and knowing that I had a target on my head for the things on my back, I kept them hidden now. There was word on the street that Ivan was looking for me, wanting to skin my wings from me for a chunk of change. But the pain had become almost unbearable and I didn’t know what it could do if I continued to keep them hidden. 

“Same time tomorrow?” I questioned, changing the subject. 

Steve let out a breath and ran a hand over his face, the stubble on his chin no doubt tickling his palm. “I’m actually headed out on a mission for the next week so you’ll continue your daily training with someone else.” 

My brows knitted together. “Who?” 

He motioned behind me. “Speak of the devil.” 

Turning on my heels, my heart jumped in my throat when I saw who my new trainer was going to be. He leaned slightly against the entryway of the room, arms crossed over his chest. The vibranium arm shone bright in the light. 

“Hey Buck. I was telling Y/N that you’re going to be taking over for me for the next few sessions.” Steve spoke towards Bucky. 

Bucky, who was now standing a few feet in front of me, gave Steve a nod while sending a small smile my way. 

I couldn’t look him in his eyes, knowing what I know about our past. If he ever found out that I was sent to kill him all those years ago, I don’t think he would smile like that towards me. 

“Y/N?” 

“Hm?” I turned my attention towards Steve. 

“Don’t hold your punches with Bucky. He can handle anything you throw at him,” Steve reassured me. 

“Somehow I doubt that,” I muttered to myself, quickly giving them a small wave before leaving them to themselves. 

The nighttime cold wrapped around me as I stood on the rooftop of the compound letting the soft noises of the crickets and soft waves of the water behind the building ease my mind. Steve's words from earlier kept rattling around in my head. 

Let them out for a few minutes.

The choice weighed heavy on my shoulders, not knowing if it was the best one. The pain had become almost too much to handle, bringing me to my knees just a few moments ago. No one knew I was up here on the roof so no one would be able to see them so what could be the harm? 

Letting out a deep breath, I rolled back my shoulders and felt an almost euphoric feeling fill my veins when the wings spread wide around me. A few dead feathers fell around my feet and I cringed, knowing that it was from keeping them inside for a long period of time. 

They stretched far out and I did the same with my arms, fire spreading to the tips, and in those few moments I felt like myself again. Everything that was causing worries within me had vanished with this quiet solace. 

Steve had become a close friend of mine here, no one else bothered to spend even a minute to get to know me only because of these things on my back. There were countless lores of my kind, mostly evil and vile, so of course they wanted nothing to do with me. My kind was known for killing anyone in our way to get what we wanted or needed. We took control of the innocent in order to get the wealth that we had for centuries. 

However, with being the last of my kin on Earth, none of that mattered to me. I could go anywhere in the world with the simple flap of my wings, but I chose to stay here. I chose to try and better myself and make up for the past choices, hoping to right my wrongs. I also chose to stay here because I needed to make amends to one person who had no idea of what I could have done to him. 

Bucky wanted to get to know me because we shared the same past; being used as weapons for Hydra. I couldn’t allow myself to get close to him because I knew that once he did find out I was sent to kill him, the friendship he wanted would be nonexistent.

Which is why the nerves were high for our training sessions. If there was any way that we would become close, it would be during these sessions. 

With a quick sigh, I brought my wings back, the skin of my shoulder blades melting together and once again I was normal as the people beneath my feet. 

Well, almost normal. 

[fatfemmefreaquency]

yeah, exactly what basilhearsanoise said

we’re all certainly susceptible to nostalgia. but saying “the internet was less of a capitalist hellscape in the early 2000s when it wasn’t run by three-ish companies that have a ridiculous monopoly” isn’t nostalgic conservatism

it’s anticapitalism

saying “the people should own more of the internet again (and even more than we did in the 2000s, frankly)” is not conservatism

and me saying (for example) “i actually felt safer as a trans person a decade ago when conservatives weren’t actively campaigning against my existence and trying to ban my medical care” isn’t nostalgic conservatism either

none of that is “an appeal to tradition”

i do not want to “go back” but i do envision a future in which the internet isn’t owned by google, amazon, facebook, or any other massive tech company

and i also dream of a future where conservatives aren’t actively using transphobia and transmisogyny as a wedge issue to win over both liberals and conservatives to their side

i am not nostalgic for some mythical past that i don’t remember clearly—i remember just how much forums sucked in the early 2000s when people would hurl misogynist and anti-queer bullshit at you whenever you so much as spoke out of turn. but even that (which i have no wish to go back to) was better than having corporate big brother spying on my every move and willing to turn over that data to the cops at a moments notice

i’m not nostalgic but i do miss the organizing that used to be possible online—the kind of solidarity and activism that made the Arab Spring and so many other movements possible (but is now censored and shut down in favour of a sanitized internet that caters to the needs of advertisers and the police state)

and i fucking miss living in a city that still had lesbian bars and bookstores (largely destroyed by the pressures of capitalism and terfs doing infighting and making the dyke bar scene unsafe for the rest of us)

i miss when the gay bars didn’t charge $15 cover and what that meant in terms of community spaces (which are vanishing before our very eyes)

this isn’t some mythical or idealized past that i long for—i don’t want to return to how hard it was for me to come out in the 2000s—i’m glad many things are better

but i think it’s also beyond absurd to act like “conservatism” or “nostalgia” is what’s happening when people say “hey maybe it isn’t normal for the government to spend so much time actively fighting against trans rights to medical care” and “maybe facebook/ meta and google, amazon, etc need to be stopped at all costs”

because yeah. i was there—and the internet was better in many ways in the 2000s. i’d like to see a future where we combine what worked well back then with some of the changes that have made things safer & more respectful (at times) today

it’s important to remember that the past is not the same as “tradition” or “conservatism” just like the future is not synonymous with “progress”

it’s important to remember that tradition isn’t necessarily conservative either—many cultural traditions that have been passed down since time immemorial are more equitable and liberating than life under white supremacy and capitalism is today—in fact, much of what white people have called “progress” is the exact opposite of liberation—it’s oppressive and violent to Indigenous peoples, to the land itself and all who live on it, and to anyone who opposes capitalism

the enemy here is conservative thought and the capitalist imperialist white supremacist cis hetero patriarchy—and history & culture don’t actually belong to conservatism or to whiteness or capitalism, no matter how much conservatives and white people claim it does

i obviously dont think that a teenager saying the internet was better in the early 2000s or that queer culture was more freeing in the 1980s is nearly as damaging as right-wing "reject modernity" types but i do think that everybody is much more susceptible to nostalgic conservative thought than they think. many of you are incredibly willing to agree with appeals to tradition so long as the tradition conveniently follows your current beliefs

[twopoppies]

You’ve been getting a lot of anons about “are they still together omg wah wah” and at first it annoyed me but now it’s starting to make me think people must not want them to be together. I think they’re hoping that’s the case so they can have some sort of “I knew it!” moment. The obsession with the topic feels like manifestation at this point and I genuinely believe those of us who care about Larry as people and desire for them to get to live their lives freely is growing slimmer by the day. It seems more like grifters are in this fandom than anything which aligns with how much social media changed during the pandemic and how easy it is to become an influencer. I feel the moment fandom became monetary was the moment it died. I’m glad Larry are private with their relationship now because 1. it’s not our business and 2. it’s definitely not the business of a “fan” who just wants clout off them.

You’re so right. I hadn’t even thought of that. Maybe that’s another reason I like Tumblr better than other platforms—no one knows how many followers you have, no one is getting paid for posting. We still have people who do all sorts of nonsense, but it’s a little more low key.

[sturniolo04]

telling matt you’re pregnant while both are in boston w his family 🙏🏼❣️

Wife!reader x husband!matt

A/N: ofc, I’m so glad you reached out and wanted me to write this request for you! I have been wanting to write something like this for the longest time but didn’t know where to start! Thank for the idea! I hope you enjoy it! If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you- Charli

Dividers: @issysh3ll and @mintsturniolo

You and Matt had been married for about a couple years now and it has been some of the best years of your life. On top of that the last couple of years of your guys marriage you were always super close with his family and he was close with yours, I think that was the one of the many things you treasured about being married to Matt. Although within those past couple of years, you and Matt were what we like to call still in the honeymoon phase which meant you two should have been surgically attached to the hip at that point. You two were constantly in the bedroom any chance you two got to show each other how much you two were deep in the phase that you were in. It was never a discussion fully on when you both were ready to have children of your own so being in this what felt like a lifetime honeymoon phase didn’t help. I mean it’s not like you and Matt said you didn’t want to have children at all you guys just never talk about when.

“Oh my god”

You quietly whisper to yourself staring at positive pregnancy test in your hand. I guess that time is now. You had been feeling different over the past couple of weeks initially you thought it was just your period getting ready to start since you knew you tend to feel more sick in the stomach the week before but, when you found out that your period never showed you shook it off, thinking it might come later. In the moment of ultimately decided to take test to just see and finding out it was a positive test at that , you didn’t want to tell Matt just yet. You had been carrying this secret for about a solid month, you knew you were going to have to figure out when you were going to tell him because he was surely going to start noticing.

“Are you okay sweetheart what’s up with you eating ice almost every hour? are you hot”

Matt questioned you as he walked into the living room with your third bowl full of small ice chips in the last hour, that being one of your more recents cravings.

“Yeah I’m fine I just really like the taste of ice”

You nervously chuckle out grabbing the bowl from his hands beginning to eat on the ice chips slowly

“Okay then well are you ready to see the family this weekend”

Matt asks simply making conversation with you as he sits down on the couch.

Oh shit that’s right I forgot this weekend was the weekend we were headed to Boston to see everyone, how could I forgot that we do it every year in the summer of August, for the sake of the triplets birthday. There was no way I would be able to hide this any longer, not to mention I could start showing on any given day going forward.

“Hey are you here with me”

Matt chuckles as he brings you out of the consuming and spiraling thoughts playing out in your head at the moment.

“Yeah of course why wouldn’t I be ready I probably should start packing because we fly out tomorrow morning right”

You reply subconsciously rubbing your stomach feeling some slight discomfort there.

“Yeah at like 7- are you okay”

Matt states cutting himself off mid sentence noticing your actions

“Huh oh yeah’

You nervously chuckle again as Matt shifts his hand to place it on top of yours.

“It’s the ice chips isn’t it’

He chuckles out still not putting the pieces together just yet; thank God, you simply nod your head as you two stand up to go a start packing for the trip.

You guys had finally made it to Boston and was enjoying every moment that you could with his family and siblings. Although the secret you had been keeping from your husband and his family and your family had been eating you alive. You were mainly dressed in baggy clothing to conceal the secret even further.You didn’t know how much longer you could keep it, you had to tell someone.

“Hey what’s going on you okay you seem off a little lately”

Your older sister, Nessa states bringing you once again back to reality as she comes into the kitchen seeing you standing at the island counter.

“What how so why would you say that’

You hurriedly reply straightening up your leaning posture catching her off guard, surely she didn’t figure it out yet.

“Whoa I just mean you seem like you been thinking hard on something like there is something heavy weighing on your mind, come on I know you what’s up”

She giggles and sighs out. You let out a deep exhale as you contemplate if you should tell Her or not about the secret you have been keeping from all of them but you just couldn’t, not yet.

“Oh just my back has been killing me lately so I am just really fighting through the aches”

You come up with quickly and it was true your back was killing you and you knew why.

“Okay well we are here if you need us okay I know Matt is”

Nessa giggles out as she comes over to give you a side hug.

You guys were now in the last couple of days on your guys Boston trip and you had made up your mind you had to say something about the life you had been carrying around this whole time. Everyone was taking a chill day and you guys mainly stayed in the house just lounging around which you were thankful for because everything was starting to hurt.

“Okay I need everyone to the kitchen for a minute please”

You announce soft spokenly as everyone makes their way to the kitchen sharing similar looks of confusion and concern.

“Hey are you okay’

Matt asks you coming over to you placing a sweet kiss ontop of your head noticing this out of character request from you. You simply nod your head not wanting to use your words just yet processing how you were going to say what you needed to say. You were hoping by now you would have come up with a creative way to tell everyone but you didn’t.

“This is weird your scaring me more then you normal already do”

Chris joked slightly as your sister nudged him letting him know now is not the time.

“Hm okay so I have been hiding something from Matt for about a month”

You trail off as Matt quirks an eyebrow up at your statement already thinking you might have cheated on him or God knows what else his anxious thoughts could come up with at that moment.

“And well really everyone for just about a half a month I have been keeping it from you guys so really I kept this secret from Matt a month and a half’

You rush out the nervousness getting to you as you see Matt fold his arms over his chest out of the corner of your eye.

“But that’s not the point I -I have been meaning to tell you guys that I”

You trail off getting interrupted by your mom

“What is it sweetie”

She questions growing worried.

“Well I’m pregnant”

You huff out dropping you hands at your sides smiling a little reading the excited faces on everyone in front of you.

“No fucking way baby are you serious”

Matt rushes out as you un zip Matt’s balencgia jacket you were wearing to reveal your small baby bump in progress.

“I’m so happy for you”

Your sister squeals running up and hugging you.

“How have you been able to keep this secret this whole time”

Nick asks purely flabbergasted as you shrug out honestly.

“I don’t know it was eating me alive I’m surprised that Matt didn’t catch on before we got on the flight to Boston when I was eating nothing but ice chips from the freezer”

You giggle as Matt is just admiring and running his palm over your smooth bump.

“Oh yeah I thought you were just on one honestly”

He jokes unseriously coming up and placing a kiss to your lips afterwards with you giggling in between.

“Really”

Nessa rolls her eyes.

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[pompomnium]

I recently finished reading the final volume of Scarlett and Browne. I can't talk about it without spoiling the part I want to talk about. I'll mention that in a postscript (i.e., there are spoilers, so be careful). I read it using a translator, so I'm sure there are many parts I don't understand well. Still, I am generally satisfied with the book, except for a few parts! It was a pleasure to witness this wonderful final installment.

The part I was least satisfied with was the ending. It wasn’t bad at all, but I really wanted it to end with Scarlett and Albert's conversation! Since it ended from Thomas’s perspective, his impression inevitably became the strongest at the end.

If possible, I would have loved for it to end with Scarlett and Albert having a conversation like, 'Where should we go next?' 'Anywhere, as long as I'm with you.' Or I strongly wished it would end with the crowd stirring, shouting things like, 'Who are they!?' 'Hey, don’t you know? It’s Scarlett and Browne!'—marking the beginning of a new adventure. And at the very end, I wanted a big 'THE LEGENDARY SCARLETT AND BROWNE' to appear on the screen. Of course, this is just one of my personal wishes.

Well, to be honest, that’s about it. It’s not like I was extremely dissatisfied or anything. There were some parts I wanted to know more about, but aside from that, I was satisfied.

For example, Mallory! I already liked him from the start (he kind of reminds me of Nat), but this time, I grew to like him even more. Despite being so strong, he was completely powerless—just like Albert in the first book. But that’s what made him so endearing. The scene where he regained his power thanks to Ettie was also really great. Just as Albert was able to control his power through his connection with Scarlett, Mallory regained his power through his connection with Ettie.

The duo of Scarlett and Mallory was great too—the way they weren’t cooperative at all. Just like Bartimaeus and Nathaniel, I really love that kind of uncooperative buddy dynamic.

Also, my impression of Thomas changed quite a bit. I had imagined him as a younger, softer, and more adorable little brother, but he is undoubtedly Scarlett’s brother. His facial features are probably quite similar to hers as well. Definitely.

And of course, Scarlett and Albert too. There’s no doubt that their bond is deep. I thought that if it were Stroud, he might have separated them by death, but I’m glad that didn’t happen. 'Need some company?' 'Always.' That scene was exactly what I wanted to see the most.

In the previous book, I was worried about how dependent Albert was on Scarlett, but in this one, I was glad to see him thinking and acting for himself (even though he did some pretty extreme things).

Also, since Albert’s sense of morality is a bit precarious, I’m glad that he and Scarlett didn’t claim to be heroes of justice. I think they should just live as they choose, and let the world judge them as justice or evil however it wants. There’s no need to wave the banner of justice in order to do the right thing.

It is possible that I am just missing something, so I may have a completely different impression when it is translated into Japanese.

These are my impressions of the above in a light summary. I would like to get the meaning in more detail, so I hope it will be translated into my native language soon. I will be working on Scarlett and Browne's manga for a while, so I will be uploading artworks less frequently. Thank you very much for reading this far.

[randomfoggytiger]

Collector's Edition: Mulder, Scully, and Season 8 Healing (Part 1, CONT.)

Had more time and too many favorites from these authors, so: I came back with more of their work. >:DDDD

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls's 28 and/or 29 for MSR?

She ignores them all and buries her tear-stained face against Mulder’s head, focusing on the rattle of his hot breath against her neck, the fact that he’s breathing and alive in her arms. She never thought she’d see him again.

AU-- TINH Scully saves her partner (via Jeremiah Smith) and is there to tell him the great and miraculous news.

@myownsuperintendent's Fic: “Better Late Than Never”/Better Late Than Never

No, she wouldn’t have wanted to miss seeing that.  He was usually so articulate, but not then.  “Really?” he said, and “Really, Scully?”, and “You’re really…?”, and “You mean…did we really…?”

“Really,” she said.  “I’m going to…”  And then she amended it, when she saw the look on his face.  “We’re going to have a baby.” 

“Oh,” he said, and his voice was so quiet, but she could tell that he shared her joy.  “Oh, Scully.”  

AU-- TINH Mulder didn't die; and has turned into a very doting father-to-be (with a surprise up his sleeve.)

@baronessblixen/BaronessBlixen's

Fictober 2020 - Chapter 23

She stares at him for a long moment. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees her fingers curl around the doll. He’s glad he gave it to her. Seeing her with it is one of the few things that seem right these days.

“I’m not sure I can ask you,” she says in a small voice that puts a dent into his heart.

“You can ask me anything, Scully.”

“Just be here when I wake up?” Tears spring to her eyes.

AU-- Post Empedocles Mulder is still gunshy; but he and Scully are trying their best.

Prompts & Drabbles - Chapter 47

“Quite the kicker you’ve got in there, Scully. Maybe he, or she, wants you to eat.” Without taking her hand off her belly, his eyes plead with her.

“All right. But only a bite or two.” Even though it’s awkward with his hand on her stomach, he leans forward and puts a slice of pizza on one of the plates. Mulder offers it to her and Scully is uncertain what she’s feeling or what she should be feeling. She looks into his eyes for a short moment before she bites into the proffered slice.

“Taste good?” She’s still chewing so she nods. Mulder, instead of taking his own slice, bites into hers. Now that she’s had a taste, she is not sure she wants to share after all. 

AU-- Post Empedocles Scully and Mulder are still a little wonky.

Just Follow The Instructions

“Do you need any help?” Skinner adjusted his glasses, obviously as uneasy as Mulder in that moment. He hadn’t meant to say it - that much was clear. Mulder, for once speechless, nodded automatically. He didn’t mean to nod. And if he did, he didn’t mean for it to be an invitation. Skinner, however, stepped into Scully’s apartment taking off his jacket. Mulder stared into the empty hallway; maybe Scully was pulling a prank on him. Eventually, he closed the door and joined Skinner, who stood there completely misplaced in the middle of Scully’s living room.

Post Vienen Mulder and Skinner put together a crib.

« Scully i can’t even keep fishes alive how am I supposed to take care of a baby ? »

“To be fair, Mulder” she starts, cradling her large belly. Their child is asleep and for once not playing kickball with her bladder. “You weren’t exactly... able to take care of them when they died.” That one molly. Her fault, not his. 

“Not the first fish that died, Scully.”

Alone Mulder panics after leaving Lamaze class.

Mulder and Scully pick out baby furniture.../Preparation is Everything

His naked body is still adorned with pale scars, but they’re healing, slowly fading away. Soon, they will be gone, and with them the only proof of what he went through. How many people can claim to have come back from the death? Mulder doesn’t even want to know. The other day, Scully left a pamphlet for group therapy on his coffee table. His first instinct was to throw it into the trash, but then he reconsidered. Scully isn’t pushing him. No one is. They’re all just glad he’s back among the living. Well, most of them. He bets that Kersh can’t wait for him to die for real. That feeling, he realizes, is mutual.

Post Alone Mulder let Kersh fire him, more interested in the future he and Scully will build together.

Landslide

“Why are you dancing?” He concentrates on the here and now. And here, in her kitchen, Scully is unmistakably dancing. Still swaying gently back and forth, his eyes follow her, mesmerized.

“Come here.” She holds out her hand and he takes it, letting her pull him closer. For a moment he is dazzled by her closeness, grins, but she doesn’t have eyes for him. She puts her finger on her lips even though he is quiet, not saying a word. Maybe it’s her who can read minds, he marvels, chastening himself to silence his thoughts. He needs to listen. There, behind the wall, he hears it. A soft tune, bleeding through.

“Is that…” This time her finger lands on his lips, warm yet firm, effectively shutting him up. The music gets louder in his mind as he recognizes it, a funny trick of the brain, and he feels himself swept up in the melody, in the sentiment.

“Dance with me,” he whispers against Scully’s hair and she giggles like a young girl out on a date for the first time.

Post Alone Mulder finds Scully up early one morning.

Could you maybe write something fluffy and domestic where Mulder and Scully are "nesting"

“You want me to do laundry at 6am? Scully, are you all right? Is everything all right with the baby?”Mulder puts his hand on her stomach, strokes it absent-mindedly. The baby, itappears, is sleeping.

“I’m fine, Mulder, really. I justneed to do this. The apartment needs to be clean before the baby comes. I won’thave time to clean it once it’s here.”

“Oh.” Realization dawns onhim and he can’t suppress a smile.

“Exactly, ‘oh’. We need to do thisnow, Mulder because-”

“You’re nesting.” He interruptsher.

“Excuse me?” She stands upstraight, or as straight as she possibly can, and shoots him another glare.

Pre-Essence Scully is on a rampage.

amorfati3215/Amorfati32’s (FFN)

Mulder does not have an attitude post-abduction and reconnects with Scully immediately instead of being distant

“I prayed a lot,” Scully tells him as she stands before him. “And my prayers have been answered. In more ways than one.” Mulder’s gaze follows her hand as she places it on her stomach. She’d been wearing a baggy sweater, but when she presses down Mulder suddenly notices the bump she’s been hiding over the past few days beneath loose fitting shirts and blankets.

AU-- TINH Mulder was saved, and returned to the land of the living grateful for peace (and in for a happy surprise.)

I have a prompt if you could write it?

But there was something else on his mind, and Scully had a good idea of what it was. She’d seen his eyes gravitate to her abdomen when she’d stood up the first time in his hospital room, a look of shock, confusion and what may have been frustration crossing his features. He hadn’t mentioned the fact she was obviously pregnant, but from that moment he’d changed in his interactions with her. 

Post Three Words Scully realizes where she and Mulder went wrong.

'I love you, Mulder...' Scully whispered desperately.

“Because right now I don’t think you’re telling me you love me because you want me to know that. I think you’re only saying it because you want a piece of this.” He holds up the giant double chocolate cookie that Scully’s been side-eyeing not-so-subtly for the past few minutes, so that it comes into full view. “I think you’re regretting eating yours so quickly and now you want mine too so you’re trying to butter me up.”

“I’m not trying to butter you up,” she protests, a little too weakly for her liking. Mulder grins in response, well aware he’s got her sussed.

Pre-Essence Scully desperately wants Mulder's cookie.

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

there are 8394 fanfic tropes i need to read after mulder comes back fuckkkkkkk

i wanna see a good reaction to the pregnancy

i wanna see mulder finally admitting he has ptsd and telling scully about it and about what he remembers

i wanna see scully kissing his scars

i wanna see mulder being more empathetic about what scully has been through bc he knows if the roles were reversed he would have fucking lost it

i need all of it!!!!

[toasttt11]

new titles

September 16, 2023

Hayden got out of her car walking up the driveway to the Nugent Hopkins’s house, they had just had their first child a little over a month ago during the off season.

Hayden knocked on the door and Ryan opened the door smiling at Hayden, he pulled her into a hug, “Hey Blakey.” Ryan squeezed her before they let go of each other.

Hayden smiled before kneeling down and petting their dog Willow, who is from Archie’s litter, “Hey Girl.” Hayden softly spoke laughing as Willow tried to put her nose in the bag Hayden had.

“Come on she’s excited to meet you.” Ryan said with a secretive mischievous smile as he led Hayden to the living room.

Bre was sitting on the couch and was just glowing with happiness as she held her daughter in her arms, “Hayden!” Bre smiled as she looked up seeing Hayden.

“Bre!” Hayden smiled and set the bag for the baby on the table and immediately walked right to Bre and gently hugged her being careful of the newborn, “How are you?” Hayden asked looking at Bre in concern.

Bre smiled fondly at Hayden’s kindness, Hayden had sent her a big bouquet of flowers after she gave birth and when they got home Hayden had sent them many things all gifts for Bre and sent them many meals so they didn’t have to cook.

“I’m great.” Bre squeezed her hand softly, “Want to meet her?” Bre asked with an excited smile.

“Of course let me wash my hands real quick.” Hayden quickly walked to their kitchen washed her hands well before coming back to the living room.

Bre and Ryan shared a smile as Hayden softly sat down next to Bre, Ryan stood holding his phone recording wanting to have this moment for awhile.

Bre softly handed her daughter to Hayden. Hayden easily held her smiling down at her, “Hello Lennon.” Hayden softly cooed at the baby who opened her eyes blinking up at Hayden.

“Lennon Hayden.” Bre corrected with a knowing smile.

“Huh?” Hayden reluctantly looked away from Lennon and at Bre confused.

“Lennon Hayden Nugent-Hopkins.” Bre told Hayden Lennon’s full name.

Hayden’s jaw dropped, “Your kidding?” Hayden breathed out looking so touched as her eyes flickered between Bre and Ryan.

“No we thought she should be named after her godmother.” Ryan grinned as he told Hayden.

Picking the godmother was the easiest decision for Ryan and Bre because Hayden is exactly who they want in their daughter’s life and if anything ever happened that Hayden would do everything to make sure Lennon had the best life.

“Oh my god.” Hayden’s voice trembled, “Really?”

“Of course, your the best choice and how could i not want you the become a role model for our girl, your a percent example of a strong independent woman and we know you will love her and support her.” Bre softly told Hayden, Hayden is such an amazing example for little girls and Bre knows her daughter will be lucky to look up to Hayden.

Hayden sniffled her eyes filled with tears and she shook her head as the tears feel down her cheek, “Thank you.” Hayden’s voice trembled, this meant the absolute world to her.

Ryan and Bre shared an awe look and Bre wrapped her arms around Hayden.

Hayden let out a small sob leaning into Bre and looking down at her adorable goddaughter, “Thank you so much.” Hayden mumbled out emotionally.

Hayden knows she will never have biological children and she is completely okay with that, she has so many nieces and nephews from her team and one day she will have them from her brothers and best friends but a goddaughter is so different and just something special.

“Of course.” Bre smiled softly rubbing Hayden’s back they were surprised how much this meant to Hayden and it only made them ever more sure they made the perfect decision.

Hayden sniffled and wiped her face with one hand as Bre let go of her, “Hi Lennon i’m your Aunty Hayden.” Hayden cooed down at her goddaughter.

Ryan smiled glad he took a video and so many photos of this moment, he knew they would all want the memory and they could show Lennon when she is older.

Hayden softly traced her finger over Lennon’s little face with Lennon’s little eyes following Hayden.

“She already loves you.” Bre told Hayden watching with a fond smile at how Lennon wouldn’t look away from Hayden.

Hayden smiled at Bre’s words, “You love me Len?” Hayden cooed making Lennon coo back, “I love you too.” Hayden beamed at her goddaughter.

Lennon smiled back.

Bre gasped in shock, “She just smiled!” Bre beamed as Ryan looked closer.

“She hasn’t smiled yet.” Ryan told Hayden as they watched Lennon just smile at Hayden.

Hayden smiled even wider hearing that Lennon smiled her first ever smile at her.

Hayden was content to just hold Lennon in her arms just looking at her as Ryan and Bre both left for a few minutes dough a few things in the house they needed to do but is hard with a baby.

Bre and Ryan both came back like twenty minutes later seeing Hayden in the same place just looking at Lennon do happily.

“Oh that’s a present for Len.” Hayden told them pointing to the bag she set on the coffee table.

Bre grabbed the bag and sat on the couch with Ryan and opened the bag seeing a yellow stuff animal and pulled it out and saw it was a duck jelly cat.

“Oh it’s so cute.” Bre said softly as she held the stuff animal.

“Why a duck?” Ryan asked Hayden knowing she always has reasons for the stiff animals she picks out for people.

“I just felt like a duck would be perfect for her, Lennon felt like a duck person.” Hayden explained to Bre and Ryan.

“Are you a duck, Ducky?” Hayden cooed at her goddaughter with a silly smile making Lennon smile back.

Hayden was now a godmother.

[vyncentevelyn]

Astarion: *picks up Iseult and pushes her up against a tree*

Iseult: *jaw literally drops*

Astarion: *smirks*

Iseult: *playfully rolls them and bares her throat*

[astearisms]

fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started

[bloobydabloob]

Holy shit I love your Dirk interpretations, it's so true and I could talk about this shit forever. I feel like another part of his character that people seem to forget (along with Roxy for some reason) is that he's from the future in solitude in an apocalyptic wasteland. I just see that part of his character always removed which is disappointing because I feel like that's a pretty big part, especially regarding his themes around technology, his brother's theme of Time, his own isolation, and how he plays in the vastness of the universe and spacetime.

Art I drew related to the subject because I like to respond to asks with art.

But absolutely. I certainly understand where the lack of discussion over his isolation + upbringing comes from, considering a majority of the fanbase that I have seen builds their ideas based on their own version of postcanon. I’m not entirely sure how that would be fixed, but certainly even in the somewhat recent past I would see a lot more content regarding his upbringing both literally and symbolically. I don’t have much to add regarding the things you’ve mentioned, because they just are what they are. Dirk being confined to a singular room left to him by a father figure he never met, in a future where the only other person left on the planet is someone he cannot pursue a relationship of because of himself, with purely 3 robots to keep him companion, one being an exact replica of his own brain who is *also* trapped inside a pair of glasses, is about as literal as it gets to me.

The contrast to me involving the flooded, organic world in comparison to the little speckle of Dirk’s apartment packed with the dude and his technics is not only a representation of his isolation and entrapment within himself, but also of his lack of control. I think his obsession with & themes of control are a direct product in the case of Dirk specifically *of* this kind of upbringing. His themes of technology are also related to his themes around control. So much of his character is actually revolved around this to me like so much. Dirk is so deeply disconnected from humanity in every way and so much of his character + symbolism is based around that.

It doesn’t even have to be about the symbolism or anything though. It’s just pretty *interesting* in the literal sense that he lives in the middle of the ocean in the future. There’s not only a lot to theorise on to do with his young life there, but on how it might affect him in the way he acts for the rest of his life. The latter part is probably what I see mentioned the most by people talking about Dirk regarding this, I’m surprised I don’t see more discussion on the former too though. I really ought to actually talk more about Homestuck stuff on here. I will do it myself.

Roxy & Dirk’s relationship is largely ignored though because there is a narrative a certain demographic spreads that Dirk resented and blamed Roxy for her interest in him, and thus too many people believe that their relationship was or would continue to be an abusive one. Realistically, I believe it’s important to acknowledge that the way Roxy treated Dirk regarding his homosexuality wasn’t right while still acknowledging the obvious amount of respect and admiration Dirk had for Roxy. I mean we have a huge piece of dialogue from their post trickster mode conversations on the quest beds from Dirk purely stating how he feels about Roxy that people completely ignore somehow. I think this usually happens to characters that are women though. I know everyone says it, but it is true. Jane gets the exact same treatment of boiling her down to solely her negative aspects. The things I see completely mischaracterising both of them are horrific.

I mean how much more explicit can it get that their relationship is obviously very important to Dirk? But I digress. I think the best or I should say “most interesting” interpretations of their relationship usually come from DirkRoxy shippers actually.

I would be interested to hear about Dirk’s relation to his brother’s theme of time though. I don’t have any thoughts on this and I don’t recall ever hearing anyone talk about it before. If you or anyone else would be willing to enlighten me I’d be thrilled.

[zeb-z]

dude. foolish surviving a 3v1 inside a tiny obsidian box for over a minute, taking away most of the eggs health with phil before dying for the first time. making nuisance of himself, playing smarter not harder, operating as a distraction with half a heart and a dream as phil deals the final blows. then him and cellbit’s collaboration on their base, the large build and crazy fucking lava maze and decoy obsidian boxes making it impossible for the other team to destroy their egg in return. red team winning not by being the better pvp team, but by playing to their strengths - building, strategy, communication, and complete and utter chaos. they started preparing early, they made weapons, they built extensively and prepared traps and decoys. and with their gas masks and bombs and chainsaws and complete refusal to give up, they had to have been terrifying. if they played the tower defense strategy, they would have lost faster than green had. if they had spent time getting just armor and gear and none actually working on their base, they would have lost worse than blue. the red team won by playing smarter, grinding their ass off, and by turning the playing field into incomprehensible chaos even they couldn’t navigate. they didn’t even know where their egg was and they defended it perfectly. it was a well earned victory today - here’s to hoping there’s no repercussions

[swaddle]

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