#im calling this

[queer-here-and-in-fear]

au where both twins go through the portal in not what he seems. and ford finds them and helps them out of the nightmare realm.. but he cant keep them. so he goes to the safest dimension he cant think of: a better world.

alternate fiddleford and later alternate ford agree to watch them until ford can get them home. anyway, shenanigans Ensue.

including but not limited too:

grunkle stan, wendy, and soos raising every form of HELL known to man to get the twins back. maybe even getting mcgucket involved.. shermie learning stan Lost his Grandbabies.

og ford occasionally visiting over the months like a weird absent father. feeling so Strange but parental abt these kids.. maybe even taking them on Adventures. those end badly ofc.

the twins being so Weird and Sad abt fiddleford for reasons he doesnt get

alternate ford and dipper bonding over getting over their weird fucked up bill possession trauma.

ALTERNATE FIDDLEFORD GETS MABEL A PIG. WHO SHE NAMES STOMPS.

the kids marvelling over this weird but better (?) gravity falls with alternate versions of all the main cast influenced by fords work. such as:

thief wendy who was forced to steal after her dad lost the ability to lumber because ford made gf protected land.

gleefuls who are northwest level rich after gravity falls became more suburban.

northwests who payed ford to get rid of the ghosts AGES ago and therefore pacificas even worse

amateur cryptid hunters candy and grenda who come by the research center often. their ford and fiddles honorary nieces.

(YES i am going to be weird and sad abt how Definitely Gentrified gravity falls would be in this au)

and ofc: the twins trying their darndest to reconnect the brothers.

[amazingspider-z]

@wazzappp got me into ghost rider (v. robbie reyes) and let me play with some ideas plus mine.

so.

obviously, dying in a comic book universe means. less than nothing, half the time (unless you're a regular person, in which case rip), but man if your origin has you dying i think the technically completely and utterly dead angle should be leaned the hell in.

most of the time Robbie does look very alive from literally every standpoint (providing you dont look too close at his insides but. more on that later) but i think its fun to work with the idea that the magic/willpower/however it works has a time limit connected to his rider form-the longer he goes without transforming, the more it starts to fail, resulting in things like the vent and suit markings (<concept from wazzapp) becoming more prominent and metallic, his good eye getting milky and dull, any injuries gained not hurting, but also not healing, his skin losing vibrancy but also becoming kind of gray-ish because of increasing mercury levels in his blood (<another wonderful idea from wazzapp), and if he puts off burning up for long enough, even things like rigor mortis and livor mortis (blood pooling due to gravity) to start to set in if he stays still for long enough and coughing up toxic metal

by virtue of burning up his whole entire body, becoming the ghost rider resets the clock on his limit, although things get a bit wobbly once he realizes he's actually dead and he didn't resuscitate-resuscitate, on account of the wavering in the subconscious belief that helps hold him together

also, i think it's fun if Robbie's skull is always made of metal, not just when he's the Ghost Rider, it's just that. usually you can't see it (and bonus if he's working at least partially on zombie-esque rules, having metal protecting your brain is handy)

[blasvemous]

No matter the time of day, the people around or the situation, it seems Steve's boobs are always out.

In fact, it's the first thing Eddie noticed about Steve. How he seemed to shed his shirt at any opportunity. And god damn, was it a blessing.

Hey who is Eddie to complain about a nice pair of tits. Especially if they are as gorgeous as Steve's.

So how in the hell did Eddie find himself in the woods behind Harrington's house staring, as the aforementioned chesticles glistened with sweat and water?

Well... It's a long ass story, but it definitely doesn't have anything to do with how enraptured he is by that chest.

[tamagosandesu]

Sakura sighs as she walks down the long corridors of the hospital, suddenly interrupted in the middle of operating on a perfectly wonderful woman that had a bad case of appendicitis.

It was one of those days where she got herself a nice patient that’s humble and not a crying mess whenever the horrible news of a serious illness is delivered to them.

Sakura immediately found herself in great spirits with the woman who was about to undergo surgery. Sakura and the other residents with her in the operating room was in a pretty good mood, to say the least. Sakura was enjoying the fact that the nurses and residents seem to be genuinely curious with whatever she’s doing with the patient. She found herself enjoying the activity with a sense of fulfillment knowing that she’s about to save yet another life of a wonderful person that was unfortunately dealt with a horrible card in life.

Sakura doesn’t know what exactly pushed it, but soon she found herself humming to a non-existent song as she starts the grotesque work of opening the woman up to start the operation with a smile. Everything was going smoothly and she immediately thought that it was about to be an easy feat with no sweat.

Soon, although, one of the nurses came and told her that she was being paged. The nurse said “Dr. Uchiha” was being paged in the loud speakers of the hospital that made it sound urgent, and as much as Sakura hates to leave a perfectly good surgery, she sighs and goes out of the room with a heavy heart and remembers her duty and how the hospital makes the rules, hoping that the residents and another doctor would come so that the wonderful woman can wake up to a successful surgery.

Apparently, the patient was a picky person and demanded that only “the best” doctor would perform the surgery on him. As much as it flatters Sakura that she was called with that consideration in mind, she’a a little annoyed because really, his case wasn’t that of a serious one for him to require the best doctor at the hospital. Plus the fact that she was pulled out of her enjoyment because of nepotism.

(It seems, from the gossips that Sakura heard from the nurses that was manning the counter, the newly arrived patient was an heir to a big conglomerate in the country that demanded only the best when it comes to everything that was about to be done to him.)

Sakura expects that Tsunade might be there too. She knows that despite what her mentor’s aptitude dictates, she likes to build herself in the higher part of the society and make a good impression on the powerful influences in the country.

Although, imagine her surprise after leaving an operating room to go to another one, about to scrub in and start yet another surgery after leaving a previous one halfway, only to see that said operation was about to start.

About to start, only waiting for the doctor that just finished scrubbing in.

And said doctor was no other than Sakura’s beloved husband, wearing his uniform while washing his hands.

Sasuke Uchiha stood there confused, both hands sterile and about to enter the operating room if it wasn’t for his wife arriving.

“What are you doing here?” Sakura asks with confusion, seemingly feeling a sense of dread that she would not like anything that will come out of this conversation.

Sasuke raised a questioning eyebrow, and replies, “What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean ‘what am I doing here?’ I was paged to go here,” Sakura explains as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I was paged here,” was Sasuke’s curt and short reply.

“No,” Sakura says. “I was the one who was paged.”

“What did it say?” Sasuke asks, implying the pager.

“It said,” Sakura replies, controlling her irrational anger that is threatening to consume her whole being. “Specifically, Dr. Uchiha.”

The answer seems to satisfy Sasuke as he smirks. Sakura was confused at first, then realized the problem.

“Shit,” she murmured under her breath.

“Did you ever consider that you are not the the only Dr. Uchiha here?” Sasuke challenges.

When Sakura realized just how annoying the situation has become, she all but explodes.

“So you’re telling me, that I left an operation that I was enjoying, only to realize that it was the other Dr. Uchiha that was paged?”

“Hm,” was all Sasuke said while smirking at his wife. “Have you forgotten that you’re paged as ‘Dr. Haruno’ and not ‘Dr. Uchiha’?”

“Bu—“ Sakura almost whines. “But the nurse told me that they were calling me!”

“And who was the nurse?”

“Why does that matter?”

“Just answer the question.”

Sakura looks unimpressed. “It was the new nurse that—“

Sakura stops. Ah. It was the new nurse.

Sakura’s face morphs from realization into anger in a split second before she all but glares at her husband, who is completely unfazed but is instead amused.

“Besides, everyone knows you have a surgery. Why would they bother you?”

Sakura lifts her hand to silence her husband who seems to be enjoying her situation.

She seems to accept that she can’t do anything about it; a little mistake that can be gotten over with immediately. So, with a bitter mood, she stomps away from her husband, mumbling something under her breath about having two ‘Dr. Uchihas’ and about her operation that she left.

“See you later,” Sasuke says with a teasing tone that made Sakura look back and glare at him with all her being.

Call him sadistic, but Sasuke was absolutely delighted with his wife’s predicament.

So, when he finally enters the operating room after scrubbing in once again, his smirk sends a chill down everyone’s spine.

Except Tsunade, it appears, who has her eyebrows knitted and glares at him and boldly asks, “What took you so long?”

Sasuke’s smirk widens.

“I had a little chat with the other Dr. Uchiha.”

[leolingo]

So, let me be a dear and give you an gree pass to talk about ideas for the new AU (we need a shorter name for that-) or to put a fictet

-White

in hindsight i know very little about spiderman and should’ve probably thought about this before bringing up the scenario lmfao. this is to say ill be making stuff up as i go (read: borrowing world building and mechanics from dc which is what i do read ..)

man I thought i was being so original and was about to suggest the alias ARACHNE for roier but it turns out theres already a marvel hero by that name fuck everything WHATEVER. arachne is a cool hero name im claiming it. I thought of using it because of the greek myth about the weaver who was more skilled than the goddess Athena and got cursed to become part spider, as a “punishment for her arrogance” . he wears that mantle ironically, naturally. he’s doing the punishing.

hero roier would honestly be more like vigilante!roier. he’s a genetic experiment— stemming from getting caught up with an ill-intentioned research lab as a child — and because of that he can shoot webs from his wrists (the material is stifling enough to suffocate, not that he has needed to resort to this more than a handful of times.), can use arachnid vision (with an extra set of eyes just below his human ones) and is just generally a very good acrobat.

unlike a friendly neighborhood spiderman, he DOES kill. it’s not something he’s proud of, and it’s not like he’s racking up body counts, but there’s history there. this roier is down for anything to ensure his survival and this includes hurting people, though he tries not to.

i briefly entertained the idea of roier wearing his hero suit WHILE in drag as melissa, just as an extra layer of protection for his civilian identity (we need a reason why his identity would be so important though… help me out?) but honestly idk about the practicality of it! its just a cool visual lol and funny to think about when cellbit tries to unmask him for the first time and finds a Beautiful Girl……

as for cellbit in this au, i think he’d actually be more of a journalist! a classic! our lois lane stand in or whatever! and I thought maybe he’d become fixated on finding arachne’s true identity after a close encounter — like being saved from an active robbery or something. he’d be almost obsessed with this figure and go really really far in trying to find the person behind the mask

[blabberoo]

Idk what au im cooking.. but Im cooking..

[jacocoon]

I forgive you Joker, U are a good boy

[redstonedust]

in general i dont think fandom tattoos are a bad idea but i think u need to at least give yourself like a two year buffer from the end of that piece of media before you commit. like if someone told me "yeah im obsessed with hazbin hotel rn so im gonna get a hazbin hotel tattoo" id be like woah okay maybe put a pin in that idea for later. but if someone told me "yeah i read homestuck in its prime and i still love it so im gonna get a homestuck tattoo" id be like well fair enough its been like eight years. if you still like it now you'll probably still have fond memories of it in 20 years. you do you.

[bodygirls]

GIRL IN SEXY LINGERIE

[chessb0r3d]

Analysis so bad you don't even know what it's talking about anymore.

[lowpawly]

I like how people on tumblr/twitters examples of irredeemable media are always coincidentally media that had been highly popular online 5 years prior and would, say, potentially be something a young adult might be embarrassed about having liked as a teenager at one point

[lemongogo]

mimics

[edlucavalden]

Learning to eat with your hands.

[kiwi]

everybodys gotta get back into the practice of using pseudonyms online... i remember the time of screen names where u never ever told anyone ur real name and that was just understood as basic internet safety. plus having a screen name is fun because sometimes it sticks so well that it becomes part of ur identity that u can use in whatever facet of ur life you choose. it rocks to pick your own name

[valtsv]

guy who says "this is the worst day of my life" and then pulls out a spreadsheet ranking every day of their life so far to prove it

[perfectlyripeclementine]

calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.