#it needs to be fixed in his opinion

[flamingpudding]

Cats are liquide, so is Daniel

... that's what Damian decided after having watched the other for a while and noticed behavior similarites to Alfred, the cat.

Daniel comes and go like he wants unless you made a set plan with him, the only times he appears for sure where the meals Alfred made sure he attended. Otherwise, good luck finding the other if he doesn't want to be found.

That had irked Damian a lot at first but he had learned to accept it, if not completely willingly but Richard insisted that it was good brotherly behavior of him to not demand to Daniel's location when he doesn't want to be found.

Another thing was that his newly acquired brother purred. Like a cat. Damian would never admit it towards his other siblings. But his efforts in getting along with Daniel tripled when he learned this fact. For one, the switch from calling him Fenton to Daniel gained him a pleased purring. He was not calling him by nickname yet, that was something he would refuse longer until he ran out of tactics to make the other comfortable enough to purr.

But the most common fact that Daniel appeared to have with Alfred, the cat, was that his body must be made of liquid or at least as flexible like a cats. While Alfred, again the cat, found tight spaces like vases, bags, bowls and other things comfortable to rest in, Daniel appeared to show something similar.

Tight spaces, like a cupboard, the nocks between to shelves, the little space between a shelve and the ceilings. If Daniel disappeared he could be found in spaces like that. But what him appear even more liquid like was the was Daniel also tented to rest in more common spaces.

Damian had blinked in disbelieve the first time he found Danial in the common room. One leg on the couch, the other on a side table his back laying on the floor a book in his hands he was reading while his head was under the coffee table. And he though is elder siblings were bad with the way the collapsed couches or other seating spaces at times. How was that comfortable?

Another time Damian had found him sleeping, hanging upside down from a bookshelf in the library with his knees hooked on the top of the shelve. The book he appeared to have been reading like that laid fallen on the floor Daniel's arms hanging down above it and his face was getting a rather red coloring with all the blood gravity was pulling down towards it.

Then, there was also that time he found Daniel curled up in a spare tire of the Batmobile after patrol. How did he even manage to fit in there?

So Damian decided Daniel was a human cat. Because as weird as his family was, this was in no shape or form normal behavior. The fact that he was now finding Daniel napping in the chandelier of the foyer like it was a bed proved it. Not even Richard did that.

Really Damian wouldn't even have noticed it if he hadn't happened to look up. He was going to have a talk with Daniel about this even Alfred, the cat, knew to behave better than this. And if that didn't work, then he would allert his other siblings or maybe he should go directly to Pennyworth with this.

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[lesbian-sunshim]

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[bigskydreaming]

The thing that kills me about the Star Wars prequel trilogy and why I will die on my hill that my problem is not that Star Wars is a tragedy, its that its a badly written tragedy, is that Anakin Skywalker was at his closest to being a good Jedi when he was ten years old.

[monsterfuckermilligan]

i am not anti sam but i sometimes find myself hating sam because some samgirls are super into bio/gender essentialism whether or not they realize it. sam is a woman and dean is a man and sam is the victim and dean is his abuser like what show are you watching?

[transingthoseformers]

Silly idea for the Time Travel Fx It Rodimus AU: Rodimus figures out the best way to make sure that Getaway doesn’t go full on crazy and evil: seducing him.

Rodimus contracts ‘I can fix him’ disease. More at 11

That would be hilarious, especially since I was worried the Getaway stuff would be worse in Round Two but if he puts his mind to it I believe he can at least try to fix Getaway (maybe even prevent the mutiny with the right treatment)

Will he fix him? Probably not fully, IDW Getaway is distinctly a bastard and we see that in MTMTE and LL. But, they managed to help give IDW Megatron a redemption arc. They can totally foster a bastard who's trying now dynamic in Getaway.

Getarod is an interesting ship in my opinion, and I hope a more psychologically mature Rodimus would handle the relationship better than a round one Rodimus would

[novantinuum]

gnawing at the bars of my cage

can we please Stop telling SU blind reactors all the fandom drama and SU crit that came out of every episode so we can allow them to just enjoy the show like a normal person at their own leisure and make their Own opinions thank u

[headfullof-ideas]

Going back through all the chapter’s I’ve written, because I realized Mildew’s been a bit too quiet to be true to his Karen of a character. Wish me luck because he is EXHAUSTING-

[monsteractialuna]

This is just my opinion(tm) but I think Moon falls in love super fast. Like not “love at first sight” fast but as soon as he realizes somebody genuinely likes him and isn’t afraid of him he’s falling hard.

Like the dude is used to being the villain and being disliked (kids don’t exactly like being told to take naps) and people being scared of him so somebody being genuine towards him and enjoying his company probably shocks him to his core. Surprised pikachu face that you didn’t immediately run for the hills and now he’s in love and following you around like a puppy.

Sun on the other hand would genuinely be harder to crack I think. He doesn’t crave a connection like Moon does and generally just doesn’t seem to care much for people that aren’t the children he takes care of or are in his little circle. He’s friendly but don’t mistake that for actually being friends, you need to work your way up the ladder from “coworker who bothers me sometimes” to “actual, genuine friend” before you can even think of romancing him.

Sun would also be seven layers deep in denial that he’s in love, unlike Moon who embraces it like it’s his birthright. Give Sun some time and he’ll eventually warm up to it, but he will be hot and cold to you out of fear of rejection.

[blue-grama]

A teeny Boston fix-it fic

Had some feelings about Boston's ending (like everyone on this website), decided to channel them into fix-it fic (like half the people on this website). Please enjoy this missing scene that would have fixed everything for me had they shot it (or something like it). [Edit: A slightly amended version now lives on AO3.] New York, February 2024

The text comes while Boston is enjoying a post-fuck joint at the window of his shitty shoebox apartment in Washington Heights.

“Huh,” he says, passing the joint to the boy next to him and unlocking his phone. The guy takes a hit and blows the smoke out the window, elbows propped on the windowsill. He leans over Boston’s shoulder.

“That’s fucking cool,” he says, and it takes Boston a second to realize he means the Thai alphabet, not the fact that Boston has just received a cordial text from that shithead Mew, of all people.

“Mmm,” he says, trying to process the text. He’s high enough that he feels less relaxed and more stupid, like he’s got to parse each word individually. Mew is thanking him for the photograph he’d sent for the hostel. It looks good on the wall, he’s written.

“Anything important?” the boy next to him asks. He’s blonde, with shaggy, tousled hair, now all the more so for the way Boston had pulled it while he had him bent over his bed. They’d met at a bar not long after Boston had arrived, and now they have a nice little booty-call thing going on. The guy is a graduate student in something Boston doesn’t give a fuck about – biochemistry? bioengineering? – and he probably couldn’t find Thailand on a map, which is fine by Boston because he couldn’t find wherever this guy grew up in on a map, either. He has the vague impression of the middle of the country, something something deserts and corn. They know no one in common and have nothing in common, which is also fine by Boston. He’s learned now not to fuck anyone he might end up liking.

The only problem is that the guy’s name is Nicholas, of all things. “Nicholas or Nick,” he’d said to Boston, when he’d first sidled up to him with the promise of sex in his eyes. “I don’t care which.” Boston has never once shortened it, even though he knows his accent renders the syllables just a little bit off.

“Important?” Nicholas repeats, and Boston realizes he’s been staring at his phone screen for too long. Six weeks ago, even a month ago, when he was lonely and exhausted from operating in English all day, he would have said yes, and maybe could you get out of here, I’ve got to make a call. But now that he’s found his feet and daily life comes a bit more automatically, he’s not so sure. Mew and his sanctimony and Nick and all of Boston’s mistakes are so far away.

“Nicholas,” he says, instead of answering. “You wouldn’t catch feelings for me, would you?”

Nicholas looks alarmed. “Uhh. Look, no offense, because you seem like a cool dude, but I’m super not looking for anything serious right now. I’ve got so much work with school, and I just thought we were blowing off steam—”

Boston can’t help but laugh at his own panic reflected in someone else. “It’s good, it’s good,” he says. “Relax. That’s what I want, too.”

Nicholas takes another hit. “So what, ex-hookup texting you?”

“Ex-friend,” Boston says. “Long story.”

“Oh,” Nicholas says, nodding with the wisdom only half a joint of primo cannabis can confer. “I lost friends when I came out, too.”

Boston snorts. “It’s not that. I fucked his situationship.” He’d learned that word from another hookup a couple weeks back, and he loves it. Excellent fucking idiom. “He got a recording of it and threatened me that he’d play it for my dad –”

“The fuck?” Nicholas says. “Jesus. Dude.”

“What?” Boston says.

“That’s like, deeply fucked up.”

Boston shrugs, feeling half a step behind. “It was my fault,” he says.

“Bro,” Nicholas says. “I think that’s like, a crime.”

Boston can’t quite figure out what to say to that. He’d thought Mew was taking it too far that day, but no one else has ever suggested that Boston deserved any less.

But then, Americans are quick to tell people to fuck off. And Nicholas doesn’t have the whole story.

“He’s talking to me again,” Boston says, showing Nicholas the phone, which he can’t read so why did he just do that? “I tried to say sorry before, but he didn’t forgive me.”

“Do you forgive him?” Nicholas says. “I mean, is that ‘I’m sorry I tried to revenge porn you’ in Thai?”

“Um,” Boston says. “No?”

“Well then,” Nicholas says. “You didn’t ask me, but I’d leave that shit on read.”

Boston blinks at Mew’s text a couple of times. His head is clearing a bit. Maybe he doesn’t need, like, closure or anything. Maybe he’s a dick, but maybe his old friends are dicks, too, and maybe he can just … try not to fuck anyone’s situationship in the future. To the best of his ability.

“Yeah,” he says, putting the phone down. “Yeah, okay.”

[mineonmain]

The Eighth Sense Ep 9 aka...

...this is basically what happened right

[running-in-the-dark]

it's so funny when I rewatch a show but with a new/different/additional crush. like I'm rewatching the librarians with my partner right now and it just feels soo different lol

[starlooove]

I need a jinx and ekko building together montage

[adjectiveadjectiveadjective]

frank herbet had a nun fetish. my proof?

- the bene geserit's whole deal is that they're nuns who have a sexy voice so powerful they can make you do whatever they want and the only people who can resist are basically just more powerful nuns. or paul i guess idk fuck that guy. they're the archetypical dommy mommies

- duncan idaho's (frank's favorite character) final form is a guy who is designed to get women addicted to having sex with him (literally a hentai plot). the bene geserit made him Like That because they couldnt use spice so they just decided to fuck everyone into submission instead

i swear to got frank was fully yankin' it while writing by the end of the series bro is 100% cum brained

[lollytea]

You literally CANNOT make a toh tlt au because there is no way you can get everything to make sense. The two universes just do not cooperate. BUT Willow and Gus would make such a good cav and necro duo

[lovenergy]

not having a car is one of the worst things ever