#it happened irl and... y'all

[drieddpetals]

jesper: *lowkey panicking* "guys i seriously cannot find my airpods"

inej: "maybe you should say a prayer to saint anthony"

jesper: "OH YEAH! what's that rhyme that's like 'saint anthony, saint anthony please come down, something is lost and needs to be found?'"

inej: "yeah that's it"

jesper: *literally 5 seconds later* "OH MY GOD I FOUND THEM"

inej: "see? saint anthony never fails"

jesper: "for real"

kaz: "you seriously think saint anthony helped you find your airpods??"

jesper: "hey man, i'm not about to deny the saints"

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #154

CW: this one's pretty gruesome. read at your own risk 

Peter is a young child who's been kidnapped. His parents and/or his aunt and uncle were killed and he was taken. Along with a bunch of other little kids, he's been held captive and experimented on.

When the Avengers suddenly bust the kidnapping operation, the kidnappers try at the last second to destroy their research. They gas the small room where the kids are being held.

It's Iron Man who ends up blasting through. What he finds is horrifying. All but one of the children are dead.

The one who's left is just sitting among the bodies, crying, shocked, terrified. Iron Man carries him out of there, then once they're safe from the gas Tony steps out of the suit to comfort the kid while he's given oxygen.

Little 5-year-old Peter Parker imprints on his savior hard.

He just went through an unimaginable amount of trauma, then Iron Man burst through like an avenging angel. This is the first time he's ever felt protected in his memory. Tony holds the crying kid, and the kid can tolerate no one else near him.

This becomes a slight problem when they get back to base. But Tony can't find it in him to let SHIELD take the kid away, let them strip him of this one tiny bit of comfort. He keeps seeing all those other kids when he closes his eyes.

This one needs him right now. And if "right now" eventually becomes "this is my son," well. Who could've predicted that.

[thesecretingredientislove]

Lately I've seen people complaining about how unrealistic it was that Michonne found Rick's belongings in TWD.

In TWD?

My buddy pal friend you mean in TWD?

The show where a comatose man wakes up in a zombie apocalypse?

And then is helped just in time by a survivor (by the way they meet again way later by accident) and then finds a group of survivors that somehow is the same group of survivors his family is with?

AND THEN when his son is shot by accident, the man that shot him is luckily living with a VETERINARIAN that can save Carl?

That TWD?

[pokemonranch]

Aight, I want to ask something to Rotomblr 'cause I'm actually curious.

How many of y'all had an actual, Prof-given starter, and how many just... got a random wild one?

[beanghostprincess]

Bakudeku getting extremely more popular and normalized bothers the shit out of me a little bit because I did not spend years of my life hiding that I like that ship out of fear of getting harassed for everyone to now shift so quickly over the last chapters. You like Bakudeku? MY Bakudeku? The one ship a lot of people had to pretend they didn't like in case they got attacked? For a fictional ship????? THAT Bakudeku???

[matsubusa-m]

I just awoke from a nice nap and-

…

-I apparently slept for around 7 hours.

I could have sworn I just put my daughter to bed for her nap. Apparently I fell asleep too and nobody woke me up.

[disposal-blueeee]

no bg ver because i once AGAIN added too many details and thet got lost with everything else

[the-magpie-archives]

Being a tma fan is great, of course it is! Who wouldn't love such a good podcast. But it also brings some experiences into a terrible, cursed, supernatural new light.

Like the other day I was out around Kings Cross with a friend, and we stumbled upon an antique shop! It looked small and we'd never noticed it before so we decided to go in. There was only one other person in there, a guy. I initially thought he was the owner but I noticed he was holding a camera and looking around, so he probably wasn't. It was bigger on the inside than it had looked from the outside, and had several rooms. We went into the nearest one, and it was absolutely filled with mannequins.

I started to notice that barely anything had price tags on it. At this point I got a little creeped out, that many fake eyes angled towards you tends to have that effect, so we decided to leave. The other guy in the shop was blocking the exit slightly, and i didn't want to be rude and ask him to move, so I pretended to be looking at something to pass the time. That's when I noticed that he was looking at me.

Now I'm no stranger to being stared at, my fashion style involves chains and mini skirts so you can imagine how often I get looked at in all kinds of ways, but this was different. At first I thought he was looking past me, but even as I smiled and we made eye contact it was very clear, that look of slight, dull intrigue; he was looking at me like I was an antique, a static object, something he wanted to buy.

Needless to say, this freaked me out even more, and i left very quickly indeed. After this, the power of The Stranger makes even more sense than before... There's something so morbid about being reminded that when it comes down to it, all you are is an object, and an object is what you shall be made into; how much power do you really have over your own body when it really comes down to it? And how can you tell who, or perhaps what, a seemingly normal fellow patron is.

[lesbianwyllravengard]

Me picking a four letter name for myself: there's no way someone could possibly mispronounce such a simple name

Literally everyone I meet who reads my name: Lehto?

[alchemicon]

Am i the only one that feels weird when people describe dazai as a womanizer, say he fucked the nurse etc? Like to me he is so gay coded that i just can't take his whole flirting with women thing seriously. It feels part of his clown persona and not a sincere representation of his character at all. I know that irl dazai was a womanizer, but bsd takes inspiration from the lives of the authors and twists the events to craft entirely new characters (eg dazai was the one who admired akutagawa irl not the other way around). And one important thing is how none of his relationships with women have any substance. He's shown to respect them sure, but emotionally his relations to them are completely empty. He admires their beauty, but it is with men that he always has deeper emotional connections with (his life was literally changed by chuuya and oda, because of his relationship with them) I think people who genuinely consider him a womanizer, fall for his act, his clown mask if you will.

[iwasbored777]

It's actually so messed up that I open The Handmaid's Tale tag to see posts about the show while I'm waiting for the new season and I see posts about things that are going on in the real world, about things changing for worse and looking more and more like society in the show/book.

[gophergal]

*gritting teeth* I can be nice and leave people alone when they're doing something I don't like... Even if they ARE nuclearizing my favorite found families

[coollyinterferes]

"Back by unpopular demand:"

"Us!"

[thefallenangelsgang]

*sighs* getting called out publicly for *checks notes*

warning someone that having their barely teenaged kid be their caretaker, willingly or not, can have detrimental mental health consequences on the kid because I've lived that experience and came out of it barely functioning-

Was not on the agenda today

Do we have to reschedule any meetings to make up for lost time?

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

Csptaineer art request 5. admiring them from afar

dear anon, I know you asked for art but I had intended these as writing prompts! however!! I may doodle something for this later anyway, because it's cute :3

and still, never do we tire of watching stars glow

head engineer mark x reader (the captain) | words: 877

For as long as you'd known him, he'd always had a certain look of awe about him when it came to space:

When you were kids, huddled up in blankets watching a documentary about The Solar System while you shared a bowl of cookies.

And as teens, laying side by side in the dry summer grass, gazing up at the stars dotting the sky, laughing and pointing out constellations and making up stories about what it would be like when you got to be among them. 

And as cadets, the first time you voyaged beyond Earth's atmosphere.

Now the Captain of a ship he'd built from the ground up, it took you by surprise when you looked up from your data tablet one day to see him gazing at you with that same look of wistfulness and wonder.

His expression lasted for the briefest moment before he registered that you'd seen him, eyes widening and cheeks flushing almost imperceptibly from this distance. He immediately averted his gaze to anywhere but yours, busying himself with whatever he could.

You let out an amused huff, an incredulous yet flattered smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

It was far from the first time you'd caught someone giving you a starstruck or near-mesmerised look, especially within your own crew. But for him to be the one staring like that? The same admiration and fascination that you'd seen in his eyes when he beheld an eclipse, or a meteor shower, or your new home planet, directed at you…? 

You couldn't deny the small flutter in your stomach, or your heartbeat slightly quickening its pace.

You brushed off the thought and continued working, but from then on you couldn't help but keep noticing the awe and longing when he looked at you, whether it be from across a room or in conversation. It made you wonder if this was a recent phenomenon, or if you had simply been blind to it for a long time.

It was one of those moments of catching his warm, starlit gaze in which you were caught off-guard once again.

You met his eyes with the same intensity once you realised he was watching you, raising your eyebrows slightly to get his attention. He looked embarrassed and a little taken aback, as he always did in such scenarios, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head as he decided whether or not to abandon ship. Instead, his mouth curved into a smile that crinkled his eyes with fondness, followed by a quick wink. 

Now it was your turn to look surprised. 

It's not that the gesture was out of character or that he couldn't be bold when he wanted to. You just hadn't expected it now.

Later, you found it in you to be direct.

‘What's with all the staring lately, Mark?’

His eyes widened at the question. It wasn't particularly like you to be so upfront about something like this.

You watched as your head engineer’s expression turned apologetic and a little guilty, like he'd been caught red-handed.

‘Uhh- I'm sorry. Am I in trouble, Captain?’

You giggled quietly. ‘Nah. I never said I minded, just wondering…’

He visibly relaxed at your response.

‘Oh, well in that case. To be honest, Cap, it's sorta hard to look away sometimes.’

You felt your face flush at this, but were given no pause to utter a reply even if you’d had the words; he continued quickly, as if just realising what he'd said aloud and in the same moment deciding to fully commit to speaking his mind, before he could let himself back out.

‘I just- I love seeing you doing your job, you look so happy and assured. And proud — of everyone you work with, proud that you're part of the team. You're always so willing to help out and listen to what everyone needs. And watching you take command of a situation- You just– you have this aura that screams that you belong here, this is what you were meant to do, and you have a positive effect on everybody around you. We're so lucky and grateful to have you as our Captain.’

And here you are, stunned into silence for a moment. 

He stands there, trying to gauge your reaction, a little flustered himself but steadfast in his confession.

You feel a little giddy, but take a breath to soothe your racing heart, finally composing yourself again as the smile you can no longer hold back paints your face.

‘Thank you, Mark. That's… that's really sweet.’

He grins. ‘Just being honest.’

‘And I feel exactly the same about you, by the way.’ 

He tilts his head in confusion.

‘Watching you in action, it's the same.’

You can see it in his eyes when it clicks.

‘Wait, Captain, are you saying you-’

‘Almost as much as you,’ you chuckle. ‘Except I don't get caught. You could definitely use some improvement in that area.’

He looks away, smile becoming sheepish, the tint on his cheeks you are sure matches yours from only moments ago. 

‘But… like I said,’ you speak up again, drawing his attention back to you. ‘I don't really mind. It is kinda cute seeing your reaction when I catch you.’

[hotsugarbyglassanimals]

media literacy is when you declare entire collections of film and tv shows as lacking any depth solely on the basis of its primary audience being kids. clearly