#it’s hardly a complete thought

[codeopod]

✨Toddlers and Tiaras AU✨ (joke fic)

Because the parents/patrons have been serving shady mom-manager realness lately🌸🌙🗡️✨🎀🕷️👑💅🏼☠️✨👼🏼🩷✨♟️⚡️

Imogen looked around the small staging room. There were girls her age all around in various bright colors and costumes. Her momma grabbed her chin and turned her to apply makeup. She caught sight of the girl next to her. She was pretty tall for their age bracket, real thin, and a little awkward looking, but she had a kind smile. Another tug turned her to the mirror and she saw the girl over her shoulder; she was blue head to toe and talkin’ a mile a minute with the woman Imogen assumed to be her mom. She seemed fun. The girl to her other side looked about as excited as Imogen felt. She wondered if they all banned together; maybe they could overthrow their parents altogether and be done with it all.

“Momma!”

“Ladies don’t yell!”

“Momma, can I see Flora today?”

“If you’re a good girl and do just as I say and win the Ruby Moon crown, then you can ride Flora next week.”

Imogen huffed and kicked at her too-small cowboy boots. She hated pageants. Stupid makeup and stupid rules and stupid dresses! Okay well, the dresses were kinda fun, but everything else was stupid!

“I wanna go home.”

“We can’t go home sweetie, not until Momma wins us this pageant.” Liliana muttered, fixing her lipstick in the mirror.

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“Mom?”

“We talked about this didnt we, Laudna?”

“Oh, um, Delilah?”

“Yes dear?”

“Can I wear the lace dress today? It’s so very pretty! I looked like a real lady.”

“We will see what the other girls are wearing first.”

“Okay.” Laudna smiled to herself. She loved pageants! She loved getting to spend time with other girls and getting all pretty and dancing around. And, if she did good, her godmother would be so nice!

“Cant have you getting last place again. What an embarrassment that was.”

“I liked that one! It was when I met that nice girl-“

“No friends! Have you learned nothing child?” Delilah bent over to catch her eyes, “Friends are distractions, I need you focused.”

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“Jester! You look adorable my darling.”

“I look just like you!”

“Oh no, you have your own spark,” Marion whispered, adjusting her hair bow until it was perfect before booping her nose, “and you’re going to blow them all away.”

Jester shrunk under the praise, suddenly self conscious. “I have to be as amazing as you! I have to win the crown.”

“You don’t have to win a ruby for me honey, you’ll always be my little sapphire.”

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“Chin up, my child.”

Fearne frowned at her reflection. She looked like a little Victorian child. “Daddy, why can’t I just wear my new dress?”

“This dress won the Ruby pageant for all the women in our family for decades now!”

“It lost me the last one.”

“That wasn’t the dress honey, it was those hick cheats and their ‘innocent farm girl’ act.”

“Imogen is my friend!”

“Well, friends don’t get in the way of family. You are a Zathuda, and Zathuda’s win.”

“I’m a Calloway.” Fearne muttered.

“Not on that stage you aren’t. You’re going to get that crown, and then we’re going to be first in the running for the golden cage.”

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Imogen trudged out onto the stage, fake horsey in one hand as she pretended to ride it. Her Momma was front row, glarin’ at her already and the music hadn’t even started yet! She missed riding real horses. Those nice girls back stage had wanted to see pictures before her mom dragged her up here. The guitar finally started up and queued her to cross the stage. She couldn’t remember where exactly she was supposed to end up though.

“Run, Imogen! Run!” Her Momma whisper-yelled at her, pointing out where she was meant to be already.

She grumbled but skipped her way over to the mark, finishing her little act with a flourish.

“You did so good!” Laudna cheered as she ducked back into the dressing room. She smiled a little shyly but accepted the enthusiastic hug.

“You’re really pretty too.” Fearne added in, stopping next to Laudna. “I hope you win it.”

“Me too!” Laudna giggled. “Maybe we can be top three!”

“I hope so.” Imogen admitted, she did enjoy getting to see her peers, it would be a little sad to not go on to the next round.

“I hope so too.” Added a new girl. She had sparkly hair and glitter everywhere. “I’m Opal by the way.”

“You don’t want to win Opal?” Fearne asked quietly.

“Not really, I mean, I’ve won so many, it’s boring now.” The little girl responded, picking at her nail polish. “Plus, if I win another one of these my sister is gonna freak out.”

“You have a sister?” Laudna gasped. “I always wanted a sister!”

“She’s a butthead, but I love her.”

Imogens eyes widened at the harsh words. She couldn’t help the rebellious spark that flared to life in her heart. “My momma is a butthead.” She blurted before slapping a hand over her mouth. “Y’all got me saying bad words!”

Laudna frowned at her but Fearne burst into giggles just as the door to the audience swung open and Liliana Temult burst in.

“Imogen, what on earth were you thinking! You rolled your eyes on stage!”

Imogen groaned and turned to walk back to her station, knowing her momma would follow. Before she could think better of it, Imogen looked back and caught the girls laughing together. Laudna offered her a sympathetic wave. Maybe pageants weren’t too bad. Sometimes.

[ruporas]

asking and receiving (bonus below readmore)

[ID: A black and white, digital Trigun comic of Vash and Wolfwood. In the first panel is a close up of Wolfwood's mouth as he says, "Vash". Accompanying it is a close up shot of Vash's eye, widen and cheeks flushed. Wolfwood presses a knee against the open space between Vash's legs and says, "Tell me everything you want from me." Wolfwood's face is equally as flushed. He continues to say, "I'll give it to you. Everything." As he talks, a wide shot shows the both of them in white space. Vash is sitting, leaning a little back with both hands pressed against the surface he's sitting on. Wolfwood is in his white dress shirt, stripped of the blazer. He's still leaning in with one knee in between Vash's spread legs, his right hand touching Vash's lips and his left hand behind his back.

The shot closes in on Vash's mouth and Wolfwood's hand against it, pressing down on the lower lip as he says, "You have to ask though. Go on." His hand moves down to Vash's chin, gently holding it. With a shy and uncertain expression, Vash hesitantly asks, "Um... K... Kiss... Please?" Wolfwood, without wasting a second, leans in and kisses him and indulges by pressing deeper, eliciting a small noise of surprise from Vash.

Wolfwood moves away from Vash first and with a smile, asks, "What else?" Vash tugs on Wolfwood's left sleeve, wordlessly budging Wolfwood to give him his hand that was still behind his back. In the next panel, Vash utters, "Hold me..?" He's holding Wolfwood's left hand with his own while his right hand is reaching for his waist. Wolfwood complies, moving his left hand to Vash's shoulder and his right hand continues to touch Vash's cheek. Wolfwood asks again, "What else?"

More comfortable now, Vash leans in to kiss Wolfwood. Wolfwood catches him immediately, pressing his thumb against Vash's lips to stop him before demanding, "Hey. Ask." Vash looks back in surprise and Wolfwood meets his eye with a quiet, insistent look. They're quiet for a moment before Vash leans in again and curtly requests, "Kiss. Me." Wolfwood says "Good", smiling as he lifts his hand away, and meets Vash's lips. In the next shot, Wolfwood had adjusted his position, sitting on Vash's thigh. The hand that was once on Vash's cheek has moved its way to Vash's nape, pushing away the collar of his jacket with his pinky. His other hand continues to grip on Vash's shoulder. Still kissing, Wolfwood asks again, "What else?"

In the next shot, Vash is starting to turn, moving Wolfwood with him. Vash asks, "Let me on top of you?" Wolfwood says, "Mhm" before asking again, "What else?" The next panel shows a close look of Vash's face. He's looking down, flushed and shy just as he had been at the beginning, but now, more decisive. Vash asks, "Wolfwood... Let me have you..?" A panel of Wolfwood taking Vash's hand into his, pulling it towards his chest. The next panel shows Wolfwood lying down where Vash had laid him. Vash's hand is on Wolfwood's chest, covering the cross of his rosary while Wolfwood's hand lingers against his, loosely pressing Vash's hand in place. He looks up at Vash with a shy smile of his own, flushed cheeks. He says, "All yours."

A panel shows a close up of Vash's tender gaze before he leans down to be closer to Wolfwood. The final shot is a front view of their positions, Vash's face turned away from the viewer; Vash is leaning over Wolfwood who's lying down with his right leg draped over Vash's legs. Wolfwood's left hand holds onto Vash's left arm. With finality, Vash says, "...Mine." End ID]

[ID: A follow up bonus comic in a looser, sketchier style. They're laying comfortably in bed when Vash asks, "What was that earlier?" referecing to the start of the previous comic. Wolfwood glances away and says, "To get you used to it. Asking. And getting what you ask for. Since you're alwasy hesitant about it." Vash's eyes widen, tight lipped. Wolfwood continues, "Knowing you, it'll be a tough habit to break..." When he says this, Vash can't help but laugh, unable to deny it. Wolfwood slowly brings a hand to Vash's cheek and continues to say, "So I'll keep trying -- whatever ways I can... to get it through your thick skull." Vash takes Wolfwood's hand with his, kissing the the palm gently. Wolfwood's eyes soften and holding onto Vash's cheek, he leans in to try for a kiss. Vash says, "Hey..." before stopping Wolfwood's lips with the back of his hand, a smug look on his face, "Ask." Wolfwood's embarrassed and with little irritation, asks, "Really?" Vash smiles, saying, "You're in need of practice too." They pause for a moment, Wolfwood looking contemplatively, before he's leaning in again, asking, "May I please kiss you?" Vash looks him in the eyes and says, "Yes." The comic ends with a "chu", indicating an off-panel kiss. End ID]

[seafoam-taide]

born to make art. forced to make art

[peony-pearl]

June was the only woman older than Katara and Suki to show up and help the Gaang in the finale and I think that’s ridiculous. We could have seen Yagoda and the Herbalist in the White Lotus (and Miyuki!! She has a cute miniature lotus collar). Perhaps even Haru’s mom showing up somewhere??  IDK the lack of older ladies as respected guides and teachers is irksome and until further notice I’m headcanoning out of spite that they were there we just didn’t see their scenes but they were there dammit

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Giving myself a spa day and washing my hair while thinking about what would happen if totk Ganondorf actually won is a strange way to relax but ok brain. You do you.

[candle-cove-character-requests]

Romantic headcannons for Skin-taker? Asking for a friend-

Skin-taker Romance Headcannons

oh my god oh my god oh my god-

He loves giving you little trinkets and objects he finds interesting, and you do the same in return! You both have a collection of knick-knacks you've given each other (Tho sometimes the ones he gives you can be.... a little concerning in nature). He has his displayed on a shelf and he's very fond of them. Basically, I'm kin assigning the Skin-taker a literal crow.

He absolutely adores making you clothes and seeing you try them on like you have so many little outfits and accessories that he's made for you by now it's absurd. For the most part they're not made of cadaver parts, though he has given you the odd tooth necklace or two.

If you're lucky (or unlucky, depends on you pov) enough to catch the Skin-taker's fancy and for him to start courting you, you will NOT be able to tell whether he's threatening or flirting with you. He is a cryptic bastard and any conversation with him is a guessing game ESPECIALLY if he's actually fond of you (Skin-taker is head of autism hell I'm sorry).

I think he'd get flustered pretty easily if you genuinely returned his affections because honestly he would not expect he would not know how to respond.

He has a dictionary full of nicknames and pet names for you, his favorites are Treasure and Dove

He has very little sense of personal space so is often looming over you in some way

Having no lips he can't kiss in the traditional sense so he gently presses his teeth against you or nuzzles you (you're already reading this I assume you have no qualms with him being cute in his own weird way).

He is actually very physically affectionate when no one else is around. He enjoys how soft and warm you are compared to him and since I head cannon him to be pretty tall and gangly (thinking 7"0) on average you're probably pretty small and holdable to him as well.

This might be considered horrifying since it's made out of human flesh but he likes to hold you and wrap you in his cloak. It's warm and if you close your eyes you can try and convince yourself it's just leather.

Being a skeleton and used to being around strange and uncanny folk he really doesn't care about physical appearances all that much. It really matters if someone strikes his never-ending curiosity, which you DEFINITLEY do.

OF COURSE he invites you to his tea parties. You're his favorite guest. He makes sure to have your favorite tea and pastries on hand.

He hasn't had a healthy relationship with someone in a very long time and doesn't really know how to deal with any positive emotion so the second you became more to him than a source of skin he became real prone to possessiveness and jealousy real quick.

I like the idea of abyssians having strange and unique courting customs that he'd do for you. I can't think of any at the moment but I like the idea.

To say he's eccentric and unpredictable would be the understatement of the year so being one of the few people to match his energy would be something he'd deeply appreciate. You could be total menaces together!

Thinking about the idea of him being good at dancing and just...the idea of him waltzing with you just...AUGH-

He compliments your skin quite frequently and enjoys touching and caressing if you give him the chance. Again he sort of walks the line between threatening and affectionate.

[perenlop]

i still stand by that nuzleaf wouldve been a better villain if they didnt go “oh its ok he was just possessed so he doesnt have as much responsibility for what he did”. cowards. he shouldve done the filicide on his own

[honestlyitsjustsam]

Not that my pc can handle da v but i am actually terrified of playing it because how disappointing it looks and sounds aside from Emmrich and Davrin maybe

especially after finishing a game that satisfied me that much when it comes to rp..

[theflyingfeeling]

I hope everyone's having a nice Sunday, and if not, I hope I can make it more less terrible with the third chapter for my fic let me down slowly, now on AO3 ✨

again, huge thanks to anyone who's been reading this 🥺 the final chapter will be up at some point next week

[like-sands-of-time]

Supreme leader / emperor / whatever title Kylo kneeling before general organa is something so personal to me actually

This is the most powerful man in the galaxy, nepo baby squared, cubed, to the max, and he's defied his master for Rey, become the leader, and after ALLLLLLL of that he finally comes to discover the truth ... That snoke was manipulating him his whole life, using the voice of his grandfather to control him. That his grandfather never wanted him to embrace the dark side or kill his father or anyone else actually.

So here he is, atoning for the murder of his father and kneeling before his mother to show that for all that he is, she has his respect. She, a great diplomat, will meet with him and talk peace. He will make the change he wanted to see in the galaxy and he will do so with his mother's help.

(and maybe just maybe Rey, who is with Leia as a guard of sorts, will see the changes he's making and give him a chance)

[dairine-bonnet]

(On the Ebon Hawk's board, while all the crew members are having dinner)

Juhani: Sorry for all the issues we had to deal with because of me...

Bastila: Sorry for that delay on Tatooine...

(Amnesiac?) Revan *muttering*: Hmmm... If I had to start saying sorry for anything, I'd have to keep doing that for ages! So... I'm not even gonna start!

[no1ryomafan]

hate ever since I finished giant robo yesterday my train of thought hasn’t been a critical analysis of what I consumed despite acknowledging both the show’s strengths and weaknesses and instead going back to my Imagawa Armageddon drama conspiracy board and going “okay no way in fuck he didn’t have Kei as Genki planned after the fucking family drama plot line in giant robo being similar to what we got in arma and it’s likely that the team got away with this idea after he left because they might’ve been in production for ep 4 but had to rewrite it and the show after onwards to fit the new direction”

or in simpler terms my brain activates “how do I make this about getter robo”

[krafterwrites]

Heartbreaking: I tried a tasty looking variety pack of salami yesterday, but they were all disgusting

[outlying-hyppocrate]

i love developing attachments to people where i love them so much and i am consumed by them but i do not know if they really love me or are just pretending and every single time they say they love me i absolutely burst into tears because it means I Am Loved by my favorite person in the world but perhaps they are uncertain so i give them all the presents in the world and try to spend all my time with them but i am still not sure if they love me so i ask again and again but no matter how many times they say yes i still cannot believe them

[oneguardian15]

just finished rewatching good omens (s1) for the first time since i first saw it many years ago. and i am, once again, inconsolable

[designernishiki]

today on tumblr user designernishiki’s autistic-with-a-special-interest-in-psychology deep dives: dissecting the hell out of kiryu/nishiki’s childhoods and kazama’s parenting (or lack thereof) and how it all relates to their emotional development (or lack thereof). they will never be safe from my psychoanalyses