#idk what to even tag this

[swifty-fox]

my stalag hot take is that when the Bucks get mad at each other, they give each other the silent treatment and force everyone else convey messages back and forth. like they’re in the same room but passive aggressively saying to the others “well tell BUCK that he’s being an ASS and needs to APOLOGIZE”.

anyway one day Bucky corners Brady behind the bunkhouse and is like Little John can I trust you to privately pass on a message to Gale for me?? Brady is like Yeah. thinking it’s gonna be a map or escape route or something. and then John gives Brady the deepest, hottest kiss he’s ever received in his life. so then Brady finds Gale in the library and is nervously like Um. Bucky said to pass this on? and kisses Gale. even sticks his tongue inside and licks Gale’s teeth just like Bucky did to him, because Bucky is Brady’s CO and Brady is a good soldier.

Gale hums in pleasure and just kisses Brady right back. Then he’s like Johnny can you send something back for me? Brady is like Yeah sure because what the fuck is his life. Gale is just like Awesome! as he starts unzipping Brady’s pants

this has been sitting in my inbox for so long and idk if I will ever write it but SOMEONE HAS TO!!!

maybe i'll write it. I'll add it to the list

[weirdgirlvampire]

[whitefeathers]

has anyone else in my specific little corner of the internet seen deadpool & wolverine bc

I have thoughts abt Hugh Jackman’s wolverine. And a Karl Urban multiverse wolverine. Grumpy angsty dilfs taking out their misery on ur poor cunt….

miau anyway lemme know if anyone thinks the same as me LOOOL

[apoptoses]

I wonder if Daniel ever noticed the deaths around him wherever he and Armand went.

Of course vampires hide their kills, but as time and technology advanced, how much more quickly could someone report a family member or loved dead missing? How much faster were bodies found and reported in the 1970s vs the 1870s? The longer a vampire stays in one city the more likely it is to catch up to them, no matter how good they are at clean up- a body buried in a city where things are being torn down, rebuilt, it won't stay buried forever.

Did Daniel ever pick up a newspaper and notice an uptick in articles about missing persons in the area wherever he and Armand set up home? Did he ever catch a face on a milk carton and have a vague feeling that maybe he'd seen that person in a bar just a couple weeks ago, maybe even talked to them?

Or even in the chase years- did he get antsy if he turned on the television and watched the news, and even though he didn't know the language he could understand they're talking about a body found not blocks from his hotel. And sure the body had what appeared to be a stab wound but he's paranoid now, what if-

And yeah, supposedly Armand only takes those who want to die. He's told Daniel that. But how many times has a person suffering from a temporary situation had a dark thought, how many just need a little something to alleviate the depression for just a bit. If that face on the milk carton is really one of Armand's victims did they really want death? Was it pleasant for them?

It's not a healthy thing to look into, probably. At some point he'd have to cut himself off, stop buying the papers, change the channel if the news is on tv. But he's got a morbid imagination. Surely these thoughts had to have occurred to him. But did they ever weigh on him?

[crypt-void]

I hope my mutuals (and most others honestly) know that when I follow them back, it's basically me saying I think their shoes are cool and that we could sit together at lunch or smth... 👀

You are so free to dm me I will actually be so happy. I will probably be really freaking awkward but also yall are chill I'm just a nervous wreck.

[anxious-witch]

Okay since @sparkles-oflight decided to shook me with whole detergent is in the kitchen because the washing machine is there, I need to know

This will be in JO tag because it's important for the discussion of detergent

[sleepysheepytea]

hello i speedran this in less than an hour so it is hot garbage but my brain wants to do what my brain wants to do

[sem24]

The funniest thing happened in one of my classes today. This guy walked in a full Scooby-Doo onesie.

It’s Halloween when I’m writing this by the way. In case you like see this in Febuary and are very confused.

So anyways we have this little old Irish lady as a professor and she apparently has no idea what Scooby-Doo is she thought he was Snoopy.

“And he says no I’m Scooby”

“the rapper?”

“He’s like no Scooby-Doo.”

Granted it literally says Scooby on the front of his onesie.

Then she’s like “Are you just a generic dog?”

And this went on for a while.

So if there are any Irish people on this app, I’m wondering if you know about Scooby-Doo over there?

[ghoulangerlee]

this is just a longer look at that copia post i made a whiiile ago about him being a dad - pregnancy stuff under the read more and all that :)

mentions of nausea, but it's not very descriptive, just mentions of the act of it.

at this point, copia is trans and has not been on hormones for long, nor has he had any surgeries beyond top surgery. this is like. early cardinal copia stuff if you live in my chaotic mind, this takes place right at the beginning of Terzo's reign.

Unfortunately, I could go on and on about the lore behind Copia finding out and what happens after and his feelings on that. In my heart of hearts, Terzo and Copia were friends before The Clergy made their friendship fucked (yknow death and making Copia the leader etc etc etc). Also in my heart of hearts, Omega is probably my favorite lil guy and I think he'd probs be Super Concerned about Copia being sick all of a sudden but not Smelling Sick.

This is a short and sweet sorta thing, I'll def do more of these when I'm feeling inspired but YEAH lmao i hope this is somewhat what you meant @skywarpie

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He wakes up nauseous, sick to his stomach in a way that his mind can't comprehend—and fuzzily, he nearly stumbles over a pile of books on his way to the bathroom to upend the contents of his stomach.

Forehead against the cool porcelain, he inhales deeply through his nose—there's tears tracking down his cheeks, bubbling up along his lash line but not quite falling over just yet and he sits there, for an indeterminate amount of time.

Long enough for there to be a knock at the door, a gruff voice calling his name, one of the Papa's ghouls, Omega probably, or maybe Alpha, but he's not one hundred percent sure, their voice distorted through the doors and the ringing in Copia's ears.

When he does find himself able to move away from the toilet and make himself at least somewhat presentable, he stumbles through his room until he's prying the door open, peering through the crack.

It's Omega, Terzo's right hand ghoul—the transition of power over to him had been pretty smooth, though he knew that Alpha had felt a bit snubbed, though not enough to complain, when Terzo had announced that Omega would be handling most of the decisions this time around.

"Cardinal," Omega says with a nod of his head, mask impassive as ever, still otherworldly despite not being enshrouded in a cloak and hood anymore. "It's forty past the hour," he continues.

There's not quite concern in his voice, but Copia can see the way Omega's eyes narrow a bit as he takes in the disheveled state of his face.

"Sorry, sorry," Copia says, closing the door a bit more, feeling another wave of nausea build in the back of his throat, "Can you tell Papa that I'm feeling under the weather? I think I've eaten something spoiled." He presses his lips together, feeling shaky and exhausted.

A beat of silence passes, long and stretching between them before Omega nods, slowly and clears his throat, "Of course, Cardinal. I'll pass along the message." He uncrosses his arms from behind his back, shuffling backwards, "Feel better soon," he says, though now there's a hint of something in his voice that Copia's not feeling up to trying to decipher.

In the end, the nausea doesn't last for long, thankfully, it goes away as the day passes and Copia feels hopeful almost, that it's just a twenty four hour bug and things will be alright once he's had a chance to sleep everything off.

Sometime later in the day, there's a knock at his door, but when he goes to answer, there's no one there—instead, sitting on the floor is a bag, a deep purple color with black tissue paper inside of it.

Curious, he takes it into his room and places it on his desk, pulling free the tissue paper—there's a piece of thick card stock inside, and written in black ink is Terzo's loopy scrawl.

Omega mentioned you were ill. This is to let you know that I've given you the next few days off, I believe you'll need it.

-Papa Emeritus the Third.

Copia frowns but places the card aside, digging through the rest of the tissue paper, there's another note inside, but this one is less formal.

If I'm overstepping please know this comes from a place of concern, are you pregnant? In an attempt to be discreet, I had a Sister leave the grounds and pick this up.

A pit forms in his stomach as he drops the card, digs the rest of the way through the tissue paper until his fingers hit a cardboard box.

"No," Copia says, mostly to himself in the silence of the room as he rips it out of the bag—it's a pregnancy test, though the words on the box run together as he stares at it, a tightness in his chest.

It couldn't be.

A new feeling, something like anger, builds in his chest and he opens one of the drawers on his desk, tossing the test and shoving the rest of the stuff—tissue paper, the notes and the bag all in there as well before he slams it closed.

He realizes that it comes from a place of care, that Terzo is of course, his friend for the most part, but it feels weird, wrong, sort of like a violation almost and the longer he thinks about it, the longer he wonders what Omega had sensed that morning, if the odd look had been something relating to that.

Copia's tired, he's working tirelessly to situate himself as part of the Treasury, to prove to the Clergy that he can handle being a Cardinal, and that he can assist Terzo with whatever extra duties he needs to, he can't add a pregnancy to this whole thing.

Impossible.

(Impossible because, because, in the back of his mind, despite everything, if he is, then he'll want to keep it—the Clergy already have a few choice words about him, about everything, if he were to bring a child into this it would be—)

He goes to bed then, puts the test out of his mind and does his best to ignore it—wakes up for the next two weeks miserable and sick, the sickness extending into the day most days now, instead of just the morning. He's back at work now, filling and forging Terzo's signature on things—most of the time he can feel Omega hovering around him, can tell Terzo is watching him, but he refuses, he won't entertain the idea.

(Until he does, in a fit of desperation one morning—it's his day off, but he's so tired and so sick, nearly crying into the bowl when he remembers the test, remembers everything. Stumbles into his room and digs it out, rips open the package and—and—and—)

He doesn't know what else to do, really, beyond go to Terzo, request a meeting with him, locked tight in his office while Omega stands guard by him—his face gaunt and sunken and he's so tired, he thinks somewhat deliriously as he stands there in front of Terzo, in front of Papa who's watching him curiously, his request for the meeting had been vague.

"Cardinal?" Terzo asks, careful but professional and well, maybe it's the hormones, maybe it's the stress, maybe it's something else entirely because Copia feels the tears come before they do, the building in the back of his throat—they fall before he can stop them, before he can swallow them.

"I'm pregnant."

There's a shuffle, cloth rubbing against each other and the sound of a chair hitting something as Copia stands there, hunched in on himself, a hand fisted in the front of his cassock as he tries to control his breathing, the heaving sobs catch in his throat and he feels so terrible about it all.

"Copia," Terzo says, closer now, standing beside him, his hands extended like he wants to touch him but careful to keep his distance, unsure and something about that makes Copia cry harder and he pitches forward, into Terzo's arms, ugly crying into expensive fabric.

"Omega, cancel my meetings for the rest of the day," Terzo says over where Copia's made himself small, "If Sister asks questions, tell her to reach out to me directly." as he speaks, his hands rub slow circles into Copia's back, silent comfort.

He doesn't speak directly to Copia until Omega's left the office, until he's gotten the two of them to the couch and a blanket wrapped around Copia's shoulders, "You won't be able to keep it," he says after a while, there's something resigned in his voice, "The Clergy won't be happy."

Copia makes an angry noise, gripping the blanket tighter, "They're never happy with me anyway," he says, and then quieter, "I'm in my forties, Terzo, how the fuck did this happen?"

There's a look on Terzo's face, almost like he wants to make a joke, but he thinks better of it, "You and I had the same health class, Copia," he says instead, keeping his voice even. "Sometimes, shit happens." He leans forward, "Do you know who the...other person is?"

"I don't sleep around that much," Copia says defensively, and then he sighs, "Yes, though. I do know who the last person I slept with is, thank you." He clenches his hands and unclenches them, "If I go to the infirmary about this, the Clergy will know immediately."

There's a solemn look on Terzo's face, "If I could protect you from them I would," he says, something like regret in his voice. "Unfortunately, if you want any sort of protection during this, you'll have to go to Sister."

Copia bites his lower lip, almost hard enough to bleed, and he looks down at the floor between his feet, "I'm going to have to go to Sister about this," he echoes miserably, "My mother is going to lose her mind."

Terzo winces a little, shifts and nudges his shoulder against Copia's, "Ghouls aren't well versed in human pregnancies," he says apologetically, "Otherwise, I'd have Omega look over you, keep this quiet as long as we could."

He's silent for a while, still staring at the carpet, feeling numerous emotions well up inside of him, "I'll have to talk to her first," he finally murmurs, sad and resigned, "I...how did you know?" he asks, looking over at Terzo. "Your note, how did you guess?"

Terzo gives him a look, somewhat sad, "Omega said that your scent had changed," he says quietly. "That he could smell you, but he could also smell something else, said that something similar happens in ghouls when they're expecting."

Copia makes a soft noise, "Shit," he says softly, "I'll need to request that meeting immediately then," he mumbles, pressing his hands to his face, "Before there's gossip, you know how those hellbeasts like to gossip."

He hunches in on himself more, lets out a long sigh, "There's so much to do now," he mumbles into his hands, miserable.

Terzo rests a hand on his shoulder, leaning into his space briefly in comfort before standing up, "Lie down," he says, guiding him down onto the couch, "Rest here first, I'll send for Mist to bring up some food, something to drink. A brief reprieve for you, time to get your head on straight. What is said in my office is confidential and not even the Clergy can take that from me. You're safe here, Copia. No matter what."

Copia makes a noise, something miserable and he curls up on his side, his life seems to be precariously resting on a ledge at the moment but, but Terzo is right and when he opens his mouth to say that, Terzo shakes his head, offers him a smile but says no more after that, just goes back to his desk and sits down to work on paperwork.

The gravity of the gift given—a reprieve, a moment to breathe, sits heavily on his shoulders, but he feels somewhat lighter for it, hears Terzo pick up his phone, there's silence, and then—

"Sister Imperator, I'm calling to inform you that I'll be unavailable for the day, I'm sure Omega's mentioned it but I wanted to bring it up personally before there are any questions. Please inform the Clergy I'm dealing with a matter relating to one of our own and that I'm not to be disturbed until I say otherwise."

There's silence, a murmured thank you and then Terzo places the phone down.

It takes him a moment, and he thinks about the locked door separating him from the rest of the church, the key that sits around Terzo's neck on a piece of ribbon, feels choked up all of a sudden, "Thank you," he whispers, sniffling a bit. "I feel like I'm overreacting about all of this."

Terzo doesn't say anything at first, but then, "Friends look out for each other," he says quietly, "And you're not overreacting. You're mourning. You've always wanted a family and here you are, presented with a chance for one and it'll be taken away from you as soon as it's born." He exhales loudly, "It's an archaic rule that we shouldn't follow. We should be celebrating this, celebrating you bringing forth a child. But the Clergy wish to keep things old fashioned."

He says it with so much contempt and Copia makes a sad noise, "I know," he murmurs on a sigh, "Maybe one day, there could be a change."

It's wishful thinking, but Terzo gently knocks a fist into his desk, "As long as I'm in this position I'll do whatever I can to change those shitheads' rules."

There's a finality in his voice that sounds like an omen, but the day's catching up with Copia and he's not sure if it's a good one or bad—so he tugs the blanket over himself instead, wedging a throw pillow under his neck, humming lowly. "You're going to do good for the church," he says instead.

And, in that moment in time, they both believe it.

[tortibomb]

Note to self:

Don’t hit “reveal spoiler” if you can’t actually handle the spoiler.

[roryrorio]

i just saw a fan page of the columbine shooters and i just want to say if you follow that page or anything similar please unfollow me right now. i’m going to be offline for a few days because seeing that has really upset me. i hate to even make this post bc it feels like a given that no one on here would support that but it’s my first time seeing something like this and im honestly just really upset since i have been in 2 school shootings and i can’t believe that people would support a school shooter. sorry for making this so long. i’ll see you guys in a few days <3

[sketchy-tour]

NEW COMPUTER CELEBRATION WHITEBOARD!!!

If you see me struggling to draw just pretend you do not see.

[disquiet-dream]

this is kind of an unfair hater moment but i genuinely can't stand the r/egg_irl, replying "haha i relate but i'm sooooo cis'' at trans things, etc. style of humor

i don't blame anyone for struggling with figuring out their identity in general, and ofc i'd be a hypocrit if i blamed anyone for dragging their feet on like, doing active irl transition stuff

(although i do love to be a hypocrit..)

but also

oh my GOD if you aware enough that you're trans to joke about it frequently just fucking do it! if you're going to keep joking about how you're toooootally not a trans girl ;) then you clearly are, so just be one! put the pronouns in your bio, be yourself already, jesus christ!!!! what are you even waiting for!

[infiniteorangethethird]

talking w international friends of another language be like

[sparrow-in-the-field]

Cuddle pile

Just a little drabble that was low-key inspired by @seasidesandstarscapes 's piece for the "hug" prompt the other day. Basically, I wanna turn writing the boys being affectionate with each other :p

Gen/platonic affection or a giant polycule? You decide!

Bobby walked down the hallway of the crew house, stopping when he heard the soft murmur of idle chatter in the living room. He arched his brow, a smile itching at his lips at what he saw before him. "What're you guys doing?" His boys were all lying on the rug, in front of the fireplace. They had brought some pillows and a couple of blankets with them to the floor, and it seemed they were--well, essentially in a pile together. "Practice was freezing today," Jim said. He had his arm around Shorty on one side, Johnny on the other, both tucked to his chest. "And exhausting," Roger added. He was near the other three, his arms around Joe and his head using Chuck's thigh as a pillow, despite all the actual ones around them. Chuck had Don lying on his other side, and Gordy was against Don's back, spooning him. "We're having a hard-earned rest," Chuck confirmed. His free hand wandered among the boys he could reach, carding through hair or stroking a cheek softly. "Clearly," Bobby said, looking to Johnny, who appeared to have actually fallen asleep, his hand tangled with Shorty's giving an occasional twitch on Jim's chest. Bobby shifted on his feet, teasing, "And why wasn't I invited to this rest? Not enough hard earned work as a cox?" "You disappeared after practice," Don muttered an explanation, nuzzling his face deeper into Chuck's neck, probably not far from sleep himself. "Yeah, we've been wondering where you are," Jim said, his hand smoothing up to Shorty's nape, giving a soft squeeze that elicited a smile from the sleepy boy. "I had some studying to do," Bobby said, adding with a smirk, "Although maybe I would have skipped it if I knew what I was missing out on." "Not too late," Chuck said, extending his hand out in offer. "Can still join us." Bobby felt his cheeks warm, and his smirk faded into a gentler smile. The walk back from the library had been quite cold, and the crackle of the fireplace was comforting. "Alright." He had to be careful as he stepped around his boys, but he was light, and small, so he didn't feel like a nuisance as he took Chuck's hand, curling up to him on the side opposite to Don, trying to make sure not to kick Roger and Joe below him. "This okay?" he asked them. "Fine by me," Joe said, turning onto his other side to settle his head on Bobby's thigh, leaving Roger to spoon him. Bobby chuckled, dropping his hand to scrub at Joe's scalp, then Roger's, before lying back on Chuck's chest. Gordy's span was so long, he was able to reach across Don, his hand settling on Bobby's forearm. Similarly, Don's hand moved, taking Bobby's into his. Bobby caught Don's eye, and the two exchanged a smile. "You're so cute over there, Bobby," Shorty teased, his head just barely lifted up to look over to their side of the cuddle pile. "Yeah," Jim agreed, "if it wasn't for this one asleep on me, I'd be over there in an instant." "Gotta wait for your turn with our cox," Roger joked. "S'right," Bobby agreed, finding his own body warming, his muscles relaxing after a long day. He smiled. "Next time."

Idk. Idk!!

[tj-blue-art]

My biggest still life yet!