#inspired by the posts i reblogged earlier

[nnicky]

I can't stop thinking about Nicky as a medical student. He doesn't necessarily need to go back to school though he doubts any current practices/hospitals would accept a degree from almost 100 years ago. He's worked as a (certified) medical assistant all the way to a surgeon (in various specialities though maybe he favors general or cardiology). He once got offered a chief of surgery position though he politely declined. He obviously knows how to take care of wounds though he also knows how to make himself still seem wounded in the battlefield or at a hospital. He knows how to make classmates and patients feel comfortable with him.

Nicky wearing scrubs. That's it.

Nicky being the quiet, calm one in class and not at all arrogant when he aces taking vitals or administering injections in the skills labs.

Nicky noticing someone struggling and calmly, gently asking them, "Would you like me to help you?" Maybe they're surprised at how he asks for consent???? He's so polite???

Nicky rolling his eyes at another student when That Guy™ (you know the one) tries to show off and is really annoying about it.

Nicky noticing some of his classmates getting harassed and putting a stop to it.

Nicky cataloguing how medicine has developed in the 21st Century. Maybe he hadn't noticed it before but Andy's mortal now. He needs to know how to take care of her.

Nicky falsifying his medical records to show that he's gotten the required vaccinations and/or blood tests. 7a. When he does this, Joe asks, "Love, why don't you just sign the declination form???" And Nicky's like, "I don't want to lie and put a false reason." Joe's like, "But you're already breaking the law????" Nile literally pretends she does not see it. 7b. Nile doesn't offer help on her own accord though if Nicky asks her, she does.

Joe picking Nicky up from class and sitting on the hood of his car when Nicky walks out. Nicky beams, quickly says goodbye to his classmates, and walks quickly to Joe. The classmates just stop and stare because they've only seen a hint of a smile on his face before.

[inlovewithpandora]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ FIRST TIME FLUTTERS ᝰ You and Miguel feel the baby move in your belly for the first time.

Music Advisory — Miguel O’Hara x fem!preg!reader // fluff, domestic!miguel, established relationship [married couple], mom!reader & dad!miguel, pregnancy [second trimester], emotional [happy tears], belly rubbing + kissing, Miguel speaking Spanish [google translations included]

Duration — a little under 1.0k words

Words from Artist — This was such a cute and fun little Drabble I wanted to write with Miguel because I love writing him w/ prego!reader and I was inspired when I seen this tiktok couple (the video is so cute🥹!!). I have some longer fics in the works for him with prego!reader but I wanted to post something short/quick for him. As always feel free to comment and reblog, I enjoy reading y’all reactions and would love to hear your thoughts <3

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The quiet hum throughout your home is soothing while the scent of Miguel’s cologne lingers in the air and your favorite choice of music plays softly in the background. You're currently sitting on the couch, curled up in one of your husband’s oversized shirts, while your hand rests gently over your belly. At nearly five months pregnant, your baby bump is becoming more prominent, a constant reminder of the life that’s constantly growing inside you.

Miguel’s in the kitchen, finishing up dinner. Tonight is one of the many times he insisted on cooking for you instead of letting you lift a finger since you revealed to him that you were carrying his child. He’s been extra attentive lately, always making sure you’re comfortable, well-fed, and not pushing yourself too hard.

While your mind begins to wander on the baby, wondering if she’ll have more of your features or Miguel’s, you notice that the soft flutter you felt earlier this morning has returned feeling a little more prominent than before, like tiny butterfly wings brushing against your skin. Earlier you assumed your mind was playing tricks on you, you’ve been so excited to feel your baby girl moving inside your womb that you assumed your body mimicked the feeling of flutters but now that the feeling is more profound you know that it's real, that you're actually feeling your baby move for the first time.

“Miguel!” 

He appears into your line of sight in an instant, his sharp features softening when he sees the expression on your face. “What’s wrong, cariño?” His voice is laced with concern at first, not knowing what’s going on but when he notices the way your hand is cradling your belly, his brows raise in curiosity.

“She’s moving,” you whisper, your smile growing as you continue to feel movement in your belly. “I can feel her.”

Miguel’s eyes widen at your statement, and without hesitation, he comes by your side, kneeling in front of you so he can feel your daughter making her presence known. His large, callous hand replaces yours on your belly, his touch surprisingly gentle as he tries to find the magic spot. “De verdad? [really?] She’s moving?”

“Yeah, right here.” You place your hand over his, guiding him to where you feel movement. For a few moments, nothing happens, Miguel can’t feel anything and you can see the faintest trace of doubt cross his face. But then, the flutter comes again, soft and unmistakable, and his eyes lit up with pure wonder. “There she is,” he whispers, his voice breaking. “I can feel her.”

He presses his hand more firmly to your belly while his other hand covers yours, wanting to feel your touch. “Mi niña hermosa [my beautiful girl], it’s me, your papá. Can you feel me?” 

You watch as his usual stoic demeanor melts away and you can see the softer and emotional side of him that only you get to see. Miguel bends closer, his lips brushing against your belly as he begins to speak to the baby. “Hola, mi amor. [Hello, my love.] I’ve been waiting to meet you. You’re already so strong, just like your mamá.” He kisses your belly gently, his voice growing thick with emotion as he imagines what life will be like raising a child with you. “Tu mamá y yo te amamos tanto. [Your mom and I love you so much.]”

You felt your throat tighten with emotion as you run your fingers through his dark hair, watching him pour his heart out to your unborn daughter. “You feel her again?” you ask softly, blinking away your tears, trying your best not to cry but the moment is just too heartwarming not to.

He nods, a tear slipping down his cheek as another flutter greets the palm of his hand. “Sí [Yes], she’s moving so much now. She knows we’re here.” He presses multiple kisses your belly now, moving his hand to different places on your flesh as he speaks life into his unborn child, wanting her to feel his love before she even takes her first breath. “Te prometo, mi niña, que siempre voy a cuidarte. [I promise you, my little girl, that I will always take care of you.] You’ll never have to be afraid, not while I’m here.”

His voice cracks as he speaks, and he looks up at you, his dark red eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “She’s really in there.” He says almost in disbelief, his voice barely above a whisper as his eyes shift between you and your belly.

You let out a little chuckle while you nod in agreement, tears streaming down your cheeks as your hand rests on the back of his head, gently rubbing your thumb against his skin. “Yes. She’s really in there, Miguel.”

Miguel straightens up, sitting on the couch with you as his hands keeps their current placement, protectively on your belly. “I’m going to be the best dad I can be for her.” Ever since you told him you were pregnant he’s made it his mission to become the most dedicated husband and father possible. His usual reserved and serious demeanor has softened ever since he found out, and despite his mind racing with concerns about the future holds, the risks, or his own responsibilities, he’s fully committed to doing his best. 

You lean your head against him, pressing your head against chest and wrapping your arm around his. “I already know you will be. She’s so lucky to have you.”

After a moment, Miguel leans over slightly, his face level with your belly once again. He rested both hands on either side of your bump and pressed another kiss to your skin. “Te amo, mi princesa. [I love you, my princess.] I can’t wait to meet you. You’re going to be amazing, just like your mamá.” He rubs slow circles on your belly, his lips brushing against it as he whispers against your soft skin.

Once Miguel is done talking to your unborn child, he pulls you into a deep embrace, wrapping his arms around your body and your belly as if he could shield you both from the world. “We’re going to be parents.” you whisper, your voice breaking, trying to keep your emotions in check but due to pregnancy hormones it’s harder than usual.

He nods in agreement, kissing the top of your head, excited for what the future holds for the two of you. “We’re going to be the best parents.”

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[extra-stout-stories]

It's not just about getting turned on by gaining weight.

It's not just about getting turned on by putting away more food in a sitting than you used to eat in a day, not just about getting turned on by how your belly jiggles and your chins quiver and your fat upper arms just keep getting softer and more pillowy.

It's about becoming who you really are. Who you've always been. It's about letting yourself feel those feelings you talked yourself out of feeling for so many years.

It's about leaning into those memories of a time when your feelings about your body seemed like they were at odds with the entire world. It's about looking at those photos of your younger self and thinking: I was fat then, and I liked it. It's about looking at yourself in the mirror and thinking: I'm even fatter now, and I love it.

It's about finding that younger self inside yourself and reassuring them: Yes, you're fat. And it's okay. Yes, you like being fat. And that's okay too.

It's about reaching for another bite and thinking to yourself how much fatter it's going to make you. Fatter than you even thought was possible, back then.

It's about surrounding yourself with other people who feel the same way.

It's about building that life you dreamed of, back then, when you dreamed of a world where you embraced being fat and your fat was celebrated.

About building that life, conversation by conversation and bite by bite.

[hyperfixated-homo]

AU where Hanzo finds Ramattra nearly immediately after the awakening :)

[adhd-merlin]

insp.

[yardsards]

it's been a while since i last watched steven universe but. listen. queerplatonic lapidot.

and not as a consolation prize "the crew waited til after the show was over and peridot was half of the fandom's most popular ships to reveal that peridot was aroace so the fandom wants an alternate way to keep shipping them" way

but as its own beautiful thing

like, take the main elements that make peridot and lapis's relationship as a romantic partnership or a friendship so interesting and endearing to so many people... and then add the complications of navigating a non-traditional relationship on top of that

peridot wondering why she doesn't feel attraction like the other gems she's met or like in the shows she loves. but finding so much happiness in this thing she's got going with lapis that she doesn't care that she can't feel romance, because what could be better than this? besides, isn't that the beauty of earth, that she doesn't have to act and feel like all the other gems, that she can just do things her own way?

lapis starts to worry that she's just settling for her relationship with peridot because she's afraid of romance after what happened with jasper, that she'll somehow become unsatisfied with her relationship with peridot after she works past that trauma. but time passes and she works through her trauma and fear of relationships, and those worries never come true and she never finds herself dissatisfied with her relationship with peridot, never finds herself wishing their relationship would turn romantic or wishing to replace peridot with a romantic partner (she may or may not consider getting a romantic partner *in addition to* peridot in the future, but that relationship would never be considered above her and peridot's relationship. and she's happy either way, with or without romance)

idk it's just neat!

[pftones3482]

Here's my pitch for a new PnF OWCA agent character:

His name is Tony the Hawk (the agent names don't have to have alliteration, Pinky exists). He's a genuinely really good agent, like great at fighting, clever, all that. He doesn't have a host family either, cause he's a hawk, so he spends most of his time fighting his nemesis or doing work at the physical agency.

But no one recognizes him without his hat. NO ONE. Not his nemesis, not his fellow agents, not his superior officers. He gets stopped by security all the time at work cause he'll forget to put his hat back on going to the water cooler or some shit. Not a single person recognizes him without his fedora.

Except Doof.

Bonus if Tony Hawk guest stars as Tony the Hawk's nemesis.

That's it that's the character pitch, thank you for joining me.

[risingpilots]

IF YOU NEED TO BE MEAN BE MEAN TO ME I CAN TAKE IT AND PUT IT INSIDE OF ME IF YOUR HANDS NEED TO BREAK MORE THAN TRINKETS IN YOUR ROOM YOU CAN LEAN ON MY ARM AS YOU BREAK MY HEART

[owchie-wowchie]

sometimes, I get a little annoyed when fans complain about how fandom doesn't have enough content for something specific that they like. Just make it yourself, write a shitty drabble that someone will find and love, make a half-hearted doodle that you think looks bad but is actually filled with love and adoration for the source material, ramble about every thought you have about them/it. Fandom isn't just one person making shit while everyone else consumes it, it's meant to be a bunch of people working together to make those two characters kiss

[bluecookiesabi]

"haha maybe I'll confess"

<- knows immediately that I will never do so unless pushed down a cliff

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Just finished reading pez dispenser debris.

Firstly: crying, screaming, throwing up, ball’s to the wall insane. I am taking this fic between my teeth and shaking it furiously like a dog with its favorite toy. I am running circles in my enclosure just to bleed off some of the emotions this experience has given me.

Secondly: this fic is heart wrenching. All of the things I would’ve wished had been addressed in canon content of BNHA. How does Horikoshi throw away one of the biggest points that enraptures the audience into caring about Izuku? How does the narrative seemingly forget the entire reason he was so fervent in chasing his dream as a hero? I think this is one of the biggest gripes I have about the series, and it’s the one that’s only ever been remedied by amazing fic writers like you.

How do you face the part of yourself you’ve seemingly buried and forgotten? How do you come to terms with the fact that horrible things happened to you by no fault of your own? What’s the fallout of realizing that the people who should’ve cared and protected you might’ve also been hurting you all along?

Where do you even begin in this entire mess?

A part of me, despite the fantastical elements of the medium itself, feels so incredibly seen by this. It’s incredibly difficult, making amends with the part of yourself that was so deeply hurt in the past. It’s a part of life, i think, to learn to walk beside that part of you, to lay it to rest and acknowledge that it will always be there. Izuku, of course, has done none of this, and in this lies the crutch of the matter that’s the center of this fic. I’m happy I stumbled across this fic, even though I haven’t consumed BNHA content in years.

That being said, do you allow any works inspired by your own? I need to put down some of the emotional toll this fic has done to me on paper. Apologies for the ramble, i am just really passionate about this fic. Hope to see more of your work in the future!

I’m so so happy you like it! I wanted pez dispenser debris to be this horrible reconciliation with the part of you that was still hurt and mad about it, and I’m so glad that resonated.

And absolutely, go for it! I’m thrilled it made enough of an impact to make you want to make something too. I do usually ask that you stick in a note or link or something giving credit to the original fic, and if you’re comfortable with it, send me a link to anything you publish and I’d love to boost it here!

[rowdyruffhousing]

[syn0vial]

common rose swallowtail appreciation post!

(all images taken from iNaturalist, photographers credited in alt text)

[engagemythrusters]

FUCK IT.

Obi-Wan can’t go into the field, thus trains to be an archivist jedi. Anakin studies under him and BOOM now nobody is evil ever.

[theonyxranger]

Serious question-

Is this:

Not the common opinion/way yall use tumblr? Or are more of you:

I promise I'm not judging, here, I genuinely want to know.

[levil0vesyou]

(idea for the second to last one is stolen. the rest is mine)