#it's just some homeless bum

[codenamesazanka]

.........Did Deku ever smiled when he was 'saving' Shigaraki/Tenko?

Not just a slight upturn of the corners of the lips, but an actual smile. The smile Nana promoted; the smile All Might whenever he saved people has that Deku aspired to; the smile that Shigaraki resented because he was never saved.

(We never see Shigaraki/Tenko smile big either, despite that being Nana's wish for Kotarou - a life full of smiles and joy, and presumably wants for her grandson too now that she sort of reconcile with him)

(the League all smiled)

It's not a certain thing - iirc, the Todoroki Save didn't have smiles either, and neither did the heteromorphs - but for Shigaraki and Deku, who had connections to All Might and Nana, it would be weird for them not to smile?

Perhaps the saving isn't actually done?

*

(below is cope fantasy)

It would be nice for Deku to realize he didn't actually save Shigaraki/Tenko, and has to go do so. Plus like. He started out the series asking if a Quirkless person can be a Hero. When he saved Tenko's heart, he had to do so via OFAFO-vestige-landscape-whatever. When he gave a final blow to AFO and that technically help brought Shigaraki/Tenko back, he was using the last embers of OFA. He's a hero, he saved everyone, yeah, yeah. But has he done so entirely without a quirk?

Idk how that would work. How do you bring back someone who had been disintegrated without some magic power? How would he even know to go save Shigaraki/Tenko one last time if he thinks Shigaraki/Tenko is dead???

but i'm seeing these images in my head that maybe. maybe. Deku goes to visit Spinner to give him Shigaraki/Tenko's last words, and Spinner explodes on him. He basically let Shigaraki die. How could he call himself a hero when he didn't save someone. Heroes won and it really didn't change anything.

And maybe, Deku is shaken by that. Thinks long and hard about the lessons of the war. Maybe he goes on a walk. Comes across the Nana Hand in the wreckage. It has that microdevice that AFO put in it that let Kurogiri know where to warp to - meaning location data. Strangely, there's information there that Shigaraki/Tenko is... somewhere?

We get the Nine (movie character) ending, where it turned out Shigaraki/Tenko survived, ending up on an island somewhere. How??? idk. regeneration kicked in again. Kurogiri actually managed to warp Shigaraki/Tenko away. Tenko's original quirk came back and it's Revival. Whatever. Point is, Shigaraki/Tenko's alive, but sees no point in going back. Like he told Spinner, Shigaraki Tomura fought till the end but he failed, so he's not Shigaraki Tomura anymore. He failed his friends. He throws Deku's words back at him - if he comes back, the sadness will only continue, so he can't go back. Who is he even, anymore? His entire life was being a puppet. He's a hollow shell.

And Deku has to save him from this. Tell him he's actually not. His friends are waiting for him. Deku's been thinking, the League has points, so he'll work to change Hero Society. He's going to college and getting a degree in social work or whatever. Hero his own way. And Shigaraki/Tenko... didn't he say he wanted to be a Hero for the Villains? He should do that. Deku tells Tenko that he can be a Hero too, smiles as he says this.

And that gives Tenko hope. And Deku has finally saved someone with a smile, using no quirk.

(And it would also be nice for Shigaraki/Tenko to get to be a Hero for the Villains and save his League. somehow. idk. Still want them to go Karma Houdini and become vigilantes.)

[tariah23]

White liberals are wild man…

[teethofthedeeps]

Despite his inherent ferocity, it's not hard to get Stoplight to like you if you're the right sort of person. Silver-tongued tricksters who offer gratuitous promises of power in exchange for working for them are more likely to be blown off or, given how hungry he happens to be feeling in that particular moment, likely to be eaten whereas somebody who gets straight to point with a simple food offering is way more likely to curry favour with the beast.

[blindmagdalena]

Center Stage in a Gilded Cage

18+ 3k. homelander x f!reader. pre-s1. stalking, kidnapping, imprisonment, forced relationship, slow burn, somnophilia, drugging, eventual smut. 1/8. gif AO3. directory.

Homelander was born with only one terrible poverty: loneliness. He's been starved of love his entire life, made sick by his hunger for it, but he believes you might have the cure. If you want to survive, you'll find a way to give it to him.

Homelander has never been able to understand people who bird watch. Of all the things a mundane person could do with their abysmally mediocre life, why devote what little free time they have to observing a creature even more dull than they themselves are?

Perhaps it's the gift of flight. By far, it is the ability of his that garners the most attention. Or maybe it's the power trip one experiences when observing something simpler and weaker than yourself for sport. The novelty of becoming endeared by their strange little behaviors and quirks. It's this line of thinking that eventually walks Homelander down the path of people watching. During his downtime, in the quiet moments he spends perched atop skyscrapers and apartment complexes, he finds himself watching the people miles below him scurry about like insects through a colony.

Over time, he begins to recognize regulars. People moving back and forth, day in and day out, no different than ants moving grains back and forth. He has to laugh. It's no wonder god abandoned man. Man is fucking boring.

Even the god they made for themselves thinks so.

To ease the monotony, he concocts little stories for the ones he recognizes. He imagines the kinds of lives they live outside of their commutes and the routines he observes. He names one of them Peter, and every day he invents a new reason Peter is yet again running late for his train. Because he's always late, Peter never stops for the woman selling street meat on the corner across from the station.

Homelander imagines that the meat she peddles is people, and that she's got her eye on that speedy little rabbit, Peter.

And then one day, he notices you.

It isn’t that you’re especially beautiful or noteworthy. Just like all the other busy little bees, you go about your same routine each and every day of the week. Sometimes you're in a rush, other times you enjoy your stroll. Regardless, you always find time to stop and give money to the same homeless man occupying one of the few alleyways protected by an awning. Sometimes you linger to chat, other times you can only stop long enough to drop something into his hands.

It isn't always money. Oftentimes you have food for him packed neatly into a little take-out box. Despite the packaging, it looks homemade. You always have a warm smile for him, even when you’re obviously frazzled.

To the rest of the world, this man may as well be fucking invisible, but here you are handing him a box of home cooked food like he's someone who matters. Homelander is the world's greatest hero, and yet some bum on the street is being fed with more love and attention to detail than he ever has.

It's a goddamn joke. More and more, it becomes apparent to him that you’re pathetically lonely. After a few days of observing you amongst the others, he starts trailing you more actively, forgetting all about Peter and his eventual butcher.

He wants to know more about you.

You live alone, working and cooking for only yourself and your stray pet. Sometimes you cook for your coworkers or the odd friend who stops by before leaving you alone all over again. He watches from a distance while you toil away, cooking more food than you’ll eat in a week for people you see for a fraction of each of your weekdays. It couldn’t be more obvious that you’re desperate for someone to take care of.

In a way, he can relate. 

Maeve has been more distant than ever, choosing to engage him only when there’s a camera present. When it’s only the two of them, she just drinks until he barely recognizes her. Madelyn has begun her “fertility journey,” words that set his teeth on edge, and has barely had a real moment to spare him as of late. The rest of his team doesn’t help abate his loneliness either; Marathon is a washed up hack who can barely sprint these days, Lamplighter is only ever interested in clubbing, the Deep couldn’t hold a conversation in a bucket, and Noir is a mute.

And so he soothes his solitude with thoughts of you. When he isn’t with you, he daydreams about it, imagining what life would look like if your worlds were to intersect. The more he learns about you, the more vivid his fantasies become, and the more intensely he aches when he still finds himself alone in his bed at the end of each night.

It spurs him to visit you more and more.

One particularly warm summer night, you leave your window wide open. He takes it for the invitation it is, drifting towards it under the cover of dark. Your screen is loose and pops out noiselessly. Not exactly safe, even if you do live on the fifth storey.

You just never know what might come lurking out of the shadows.

Slipping into your living room, he’s met with the sound of white noise playing from your bedroom. Is it the sound of the streets below that bother you? You’d never hear it from his penthouse a hundred feet in the air. You could leave the windows open all you like and hear only the roar of the sky, not unlike the ocean waves your phone is poorly mimicking.

He could take you to the actual ocean. A beach house far away from the buzzing neon lights and incessant honking and revving of traffic. Walking through your apartment, he makes his way to your tiny kitchen. The one in his penthouse puts yours to absolute shame, and yet the only thing in it that’s ever been used is the fridge. He’s certain he’s never opened the double oven or so much as turned on the gas range. Meanwhile, your kitchen is riddled with use, each cupboard stuffed with mismatched cookware and the like. It smells of grease and spices and love.

The sad irony of it is almost too much to stomach. You don’t belong in this cramped little sardine can. You should be in a proper kitchen. 

You should be cooking for him. The thought comes to him like a flash of genius. Of course. That’s the answer that will solve both of your little dilemmas. If he is a bird watcher then you’re a songbird snared in a net. It would be inhumane of him to leave you to die before you’re ever appreciated–ever seen–by anyone who matters.

You would worship him for rescuing you. His wealth and power would see each and every one of your material needs met with ease. You would never work for anything again. All you would ever have to concern yourself with was being loved and loving him.

He walks to your room with a hand pressed absently over his heart, cradling the anxious little bundle of nerves that have gathered there. He can tell by your breathing that you’re deep asleep, and yet he finds himself uncharacteristically nervous as he approaches.

His first time being so near to you after weeks of simply observing.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he steps towards you. The sound of him is masked by the ambient noise spilling from your phone, not to mention the fan you have pointed directly at your bed in a desperate attempt to save yourself from the summer heat.

You clearly weren’t built for this paltry life. Mary was no one before God chose her for greatness. Is that not what he’s about to do for you? It’s the will of a god that elevates you.

He kneels by your bedside, bringing himself face to face with you. Your breathing is even, each huff smelling faintly of mint. Your lips look soft, slightly parted in sleep. Everything about you is gentler, more relaxed than you ever are in the day to day grind of your life.

You could look like this all the time without it. He has the power to change your entire life with nothing more than a couple of numbers shifting from one space to another. Money has always been inconsequential to him, so abundant that it hardly means anything anymore. You, however, are ruled by it.

For the first time in his life, he recognizes the power in his wealth.

He brushes the tips of his gloved fingers along your cheek, down your jaw. He’s never used his hands so tenderly as when he traces your sleeping eyelids with his fingertips, imagining what dreams chase behind them and make them flutter.

You don’t stir. 

Emboldened, he follows the curve of your bottom lip with his thumb, imagining how soft you would feel against the bare pad of his finger. Leaning in closer, he indulges in the warmth of your breath tickling his lips. You’re a sound sleeper, the thud of your resting heart beating steadily in his ear.

Closing his eyes, he bridges the distance between your lips, pressing his own lightly to yours. For a second, he thinks he’s woken you, that you’ve caught sight of him and your heart is drumming loudly in his ears. He draws sharply back, but sees that you’re still deep asleep, your features peaceful.

It’s his heart that’s racing, a thundering sound that blocks out every other noise in the room. He’s breathing shallowly, excited in a way he hasn’t been in a long time. There’s a flush crawling up his throat, and it’s at that moment he breaks out into a wide, wondrous smile.

There’s no question of it now.

He has to have you.

The plan to acquire you ends up requiring very little setup. If Madelyn cares why Homelander’s suddenly spending so much, she’s yet to make a comment. 

Bitterly, he thinks it likely that she’s glad to see him distracted. 

He starts preparation by appropriately stocking his kitchen; you’ll appreciate the supply of ingredients, he knows. The quality of what he obtains for you is leagues above what you can afford, as is the cookware. He buys you new clothes, jewelry, imagining every step of the way how you’ll look in each piece. How you’ll look as he takes them off. He’s seeking to upgrade your life in every conceivable way, like bringing a cat home from the pound and teaching it the meaning of luxury.

You’ll want for nothing. You’ll be so grateful to him. And you, the sweet and perfect little thing that you are, make yourself painfully easy to ensnare. You come home under the cover of dark like clockwork, perfectly oblivious to his approach. You’ve just managed to fish your keys out of your bag when his hand closes a kerchief over your mouth and nose, stifling your cry. His other arm slips around your waist, holding you steady. The cloth smells overly sweet, ether-like, and though that scent has no effect on him, you respond to it almost immediately.  “Shhhhshhshh,” he soothes, letting the anesthesia do its job. Fuck, you feel good in his arms, back held tight to his chest, your delicate hands prying at his wrist as you kick, claw and scream–albeit muffled–into the cloth. He holds you with ease, keeping you close to his body, angling you in such a way that you won’t hurt yourself.

Despite your tenacity, you fight a losing battle. Your efforts grow weaker and weaker as you lose your grip on consciousness. He hushes you all the while, encouraging you. “That’s it, let it go. I’ve got you, I’ve got you...” Finally your head falls back against his shoulder, your face lolling into the crook of his neck, the rest of your body falling slack in his arms. He pulls the cloth away from your mouth, tucking it into your bag for now. He turns his head to yours, lips barely ghosting along your forehead. He takes in a deep breath of you, his eyes falling shut. Beneath the sickly sweet smell of the chemical mixture he knocked you out with, he can smell the remnants of your perfume. It’s not his favorite fragrance, but the underlying warm scent of you is intoxicating. He’ll collect whatever belongings you decide you want with you when he returns, if anything, but he doubts you’ll miss much. Your stuff will seem like a heap of rags and garbage by comparison. He’s looking forward to how the perfumes and lotions he’s bought you will smell on your skin, and how you’ll look in the clothing he’s picked for you. He adjusts you into a bridal carry in his arms and gently kicks off from the ground, holding you firm to his chest. The city is beautiful at night, a landscape of stars mirroring that of the sky above it. He’s always loved it here, and yet he’s shared it with a painful few.

Madelyn never lets him take her to the skies. Maeve had been wowed initially, but she had quickly grown disillusioned with it. With him.

You’ll be different. The trip back to his penthouse feels agonizingly slow, but he maintains a lesser pace to keep the wind from rashing your skin, savoring the featherlight weight of you in his arms at last. He lands deftly on his balcony, stepping through his open reinforced glass doors. After laying you down in his bed, he takes a moment to slip off your shoes, setting them aside. He eases your purse off of your shoulder, and places it on the nightstand. After sprawling a thin blanket over you, he takes a step back and puts his hands on his hips to admire the perfectly domestic scene he’s set.

Slowly, he breaks out into a smile. His bed swallows you up, makes you look small and lonely. He’s the missing piece, of course. He’s already looking forward to seeing himself complete the picture in the mirror above you. He imagines coming home to you like this, curled up in his–no, your shared bed, blanket pulled up over your shoulders to block the chill left by his absence.

Oh, how you’ll miss him when he’s gone.

You’ll have nothing and no one to concern yourself with except for him. No burdens, no dread, no stress. You’ll live in peace and security the likes of which you can scarcely imagine, spoiled rotten by the bounty of all that he is.

Neither of you will ever be lonely again.

Tilting his head slightly, he listens to the sound of you. Your breathing is shallow, the beat of your heart steady. Normal people don’t realize it, don’t have the capacity for it, but a heartbeat is as distinct as a fingerprint. Over the years, he’s learned to read them as such. He’s memorized yours. There isn’t much for him to do in the time that you’re asleep. He knows precisely how long you’ll be out; the anesthesia blend he gave you was straight out of Vought’s lab, and the dose he gave you leaves him with at least an hour before the two of you meet properly. The anticipation is enough to make him giddy. For all that Homelander knows about you, there is plenty he does not. The externals of your life have only provided him so much, but that will come in time. He didn’t bother with perusing your social media accounts, not being particularly proficient in them himself. 

Besides, he wants getting to know you to be an organic experience.

He remembers to take your phone out of your bag and dispose of that rag he used to dose you while he’s at it. He unlocks your phone the way he’s seen you do a dozen times before, and spends some time ensuring that no one will be expecting you anywhere any time soon. All it takes is one quick email and you no longer have a job. A few social media posts later, you’ve informed anyone who might think of you that you’ll be enjoying an impromptu sabbatical in Europe.

The power of technology. After that, he pops your phone into the safe behind one of the dozens of portraits on his wall.

When he hears you starting to stir, renewed butterflies start fluttering about in his stomach. You have no idea that your entire life–no, your entire perception of reality–is about to change. No more dodgy commutes, no more living paycheck-to-paycheck. You’ll be free to admire the world from the lap of luxury–his lap, to be specific. You make a quiet moan, the chemical fog wearing off gradually. He moves swiftly to your bedside, primed with a welcoming smile, hands on his hips. “Riiiise and shine, sleepyhead,” he coaxes, leaning forward at the waist. Still disoriented from the drugs in your system, you stare at him as if you’re dreaming. He doesn’t blame you. In almost every other reality, there’s no explanation for the fact you’re seeing America’s favorite hero, the Homelander, standing above you. He knows the side effects of the drug have left a strange buzzing in your ears, and that your tongue likely feels heavy and cottony. He’s already got water for you on the bedside table. “Home…lander?” You manage to get out. His smile broadens. That’s the first time he’s heard you say his name. You look cute like this, bleary-eyed and needy. He’s grown accustomed to seeing you as a put together provider, self-sufficient and tending to the needs of those around you, but rarely your own. Seeing you unraveled feels like a secret intimacy for him alone. “The one and only,” he preens. Now that you’ve seen him posed valiantly by your side, he takes a seat on the bed next to you, reaching out to brush his gloved knuckles along your forehead. He attributes the slight flinch to your drug addled confusion. Poor thing. If he’d had an alternative to using a sedative, he would have preferred that.

Not that it matters now. You’re finally here.

( chapter two )

[digitaldiarystuff]

Misunderstood

summary: You and Jude go on a late night drive when he gives you a present and you freak out

pairing: Jude Bellingham x Y/N

genre: angst/ fluff

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When Jude had to bail on your dinner date you were pretty bummed. You realized his schedule was hectic and you couldn’t meet everyday but tonight you put so much effort in your looks and felt sad. You didn’t even bother changing your dress and went straight to depression mode bringing out ice cream as dinner. You were halfway into the rom-com you were watching until your phone started buzzing.

“Hey baby.” you said a little sleepy.

“Hey love, are you at home?”

“Where else would I be Jude, of course I’m at home.” you sarcastically said.

“Okay then come out.”

“Are you here?” you exclaimed ecstatic about meeting your boyfriend. You missed him so much and desperately needed him to hold you.

“Yes Y/N just come out here.”

“But where are we going, all the restaurants are closed.” you said realizing it’s well past 2 a.m.

“Just come to me.” he said and hung up. Rude, you thought but the excitement to see him was too much that you grabbed your coat and skipped like a little girl to his car.

“I missed you so much.” you said as soon as you were seated and reached out to his side to hug him. He always brought comfort to you.

“Oh my god baby you look unreal.” he said as he’s eyeing you without shame. “And I’m here looking like a homeless man”

You chuckled “I don’t think homeless people wear Prada.”

“Some of them do, no seriously I saw one of them the other day full on rocking Givenchy.” he said and you felt all your stress lifting. Jude always made your mood go up immediately.

After that he reached for the back seat and grabbed some takeout.

“I know you skipped dinner so I brought you some.” he said and you smiled seeing how well he knew you.

“You’re the best.” you said as he started driving to a spot where you could overlook the city and eat in peace. Even though Jude’s career and his social life was a little much sometimes, these calm moments were your favorites. Just you two enjoying each other’s company with no distractions.

As soon as he pulled up, you grabbed the Chinese food from the packages and gave him his chopsticks. You ate and talked about your day and the things that bothered you since you were both drama queens. This was a fun conversation you had everyday, you told each other everyone who made you mad and gossiped about them.

“And then he said I should eat less because I gained 0.5% fat.”

“Oh no he didn’t.” you fake gasped and laughed. Jude was so extra sometimes.

You spoke for a few more minutes until you remembered something.

“Oh god, what am I even gonna get your mum for her birthday? What if I choose something hideous?” you panicked and Jude calmed you down saying how much his mum loves you and would love anything from you.

“But since we’re on the subject of presents.” he said and opened the console in front of you.

“I got you a little something.”

You noticed the blue bag immediately. It was Tiffany, and small. You felt your heart beating and started panicking. Your friends made some jokes about you being already married with Jude since your relationship was going on for 2 years and strong but you always avoided the subject. Coming from a broken household, with separated parents, you were always afraid of marriage from a young age. Jude knew that and respected your ideas though he always said he wanted to spend eternity with you.

But seeing a small box in a Tiffany bag has made you anxious, surely Jude wouldn’t propose to you right? You knew that but you couldn’t hide your horrified expression as his burrows furrowed.

“You don’t wanna open it?” he asked.

“Jude, what’s in the box?” you asked warily.

“Baby, open it and see.” he was confused about your reaction.

“Jude I need you to tell me what’s inside it. Please.” you begged getting more and more agitated.

“Y/N what’s going on? It’s just a gift, I saw it in the store and thought you’d love it.”

“What is it?”

“Y/N what are you so pressed about? This isn’t a complex situation, you grab the bag open it and thank me. Why are you acting weird love?”

When you said nothing, he snatched the bag from you and opened it himself.

“It’s just a fucking necklace, I’m not proposing to you.” he laughed a little trying to lighten the mood until he saw your face.

“Y/N I”

“I’m sorry Jude, I’m so sorry.” you started sobbing from guilt. You freaked out about nothing and have been rude to Jude. He immediately realized what’s going on and you could see his eyes fill with guilt as well.

“Baby, shh it’s okay. It’s not your fault I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry.”

“No no it’s my fault, I freaked out on you. I’m sorry, I’m just a weirdo who doesn’t appreciate you enough.” he held you against his body and helped you calm down. After your sniffles stopped he leaned back and held your cheeks to make you look up at him.

“Y/N you don’t owe me any explanation, I love you with all your weirdness and flaws just like you love me. I want to spend my life with you, you’re it for me with or without a big commitment and ceremony. I want you next to me but would never push you, I’ll always be with you.”

You smiled at him and realized you’re the luckiest girlfriend ever.

“Thank you Jude, for everything and for the record I want to spend my life with you too.”

He kissed you with love and you happily reciprocated.

“I can’t believe you thought I’d propose like this. You really don’t even know me at all.” he said looking offended and you giggled.

“Now let’s see this necklace, do you want to put it on me?” you said and turned your back to him as he pulled it and clasped the back. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry you’ve ever laid eyes on.

“But you do know me.”

“Of course I do.” he said and kissed your temple after seeing the pendant on your neck.

[resident-idiot-simp]

More incorrect quotes

(x) @s3d-sd

Ghost: Thats where they can come from, the homeless people

Ghost: If I had a nickel for every time someone called me sexy, I'd be in debt.

Soap: Im just to thicc for pants

Gaz: There is a fine line between marriage and identify theft

Ghost walking into a dark room of rookies playing uno (Yes this is the context): Turn the lights on, this isn't a whorehouse."

Ghost: I'm hot but not in the physically attractive way.

Ghost: Suffering, suffering, suffering and pain, its nice it's fresh and it's all homemade

Soap to Ghost: We are two different breeds of white

Gaz: TI'S a queer

Gaz: This Is not like the kool aid man he goes ohh yeah I go Ohh noo

Price: I know a thing or two because I've seen a thing or two, I am farmers "bum bum bum bum bum bum bum"

Soap: (Looks at unfinished house) They ran out of gorilla glue

Gaz about Price: The homeless shelter where the old people go.

Ghost: Whenever you die and they write that check to cover your funeral make sure that bitch bounces

Soap: I swear to God and three other white dudes

Price: He's making leaving noises

Soap: Whatever clicked it clacked and I was wrong

Soap: You can take the toothpastes out the tube but you can't take the- take the toothpaste back in the tube

Soap/Gaz to Ghost: Come heeerrreee tall boy

Gaz: Go back to bring ugly plllleeeaasseee

Ghost: Speaking of toe fungus, what the hell is wrong with Britney Spears?!

Gaz: I just wanted to tell you that I woke up to go to bed

(any of the 141): Turbo virgen

Ghost: God hates me today

Soap: I have a better chance of seeing Batman then heaven

Price: They called me racist and I said no I'm sexist

Ghost: Curiosity killed the cat, and that bitch ain't coming back cause we ain't satisfied at fuckin all.

Ghost: We're balls deep in the cringe, might as well fuck it to completion

(I'll give credit for this one because it's @meowmeowriley)

Ghost/Soap: The whole bus is going to be completely underwater due to my ball sweat

(every paragraph break is a different person the one with the most on this is my practical brother.. he says some wild shit)

[jellogram]

One time in college I was walking around a nightlife area at night with my ex who was a friend at the time and we walked past this hippie who was hanging out on the sidewalk. Idk if he was homeless or just one of those beach bums that hangs around in SD but either way he was clearly blazed to hell.

So as we pass him this guy was like "Hey man, you're a wizard! You're both wizards!" and we were like "Fuck yeah, sidewalk man! We're wizards! You're a wizard too!" and he's like "Helllllll yeah I am !"

and then the guy goes "WAIT before you go. I need you both to give me something. It doesn't have to be money. It could be words, it could be wisdom, it could be whatever you have in your pockets, but you've gotta give me something."

So because I'm a little shit I start yanking on my ex's arm and I'm like "This guy is a rock singer! He's in a band! He'll sing a song for you!" and my ex is glaring at me like "Why are you doing this to me" and I'm like no dude go ahead, sing for the sidewalk wizard!

So he starts singing Good Riddance by Green Day because my ex was nothing if not a slut for pop punk and sure enough, the hippie guy knows all the words. So he sings and I sing and now we're all just singing Green Day on this street corner at like 1 in the morning.

So we finish the song and we're about to go and the guy points to me and he's like "You've gotta give me something too" and I'm like "But I sang too! That was my idea!" and he's like "No, that was his gift. You need to give me one too."

And I happened to have a can of root beer in my bag (long story) so I was like "Well, I've got some root beer. You want some root beer?" and he's like "FUCK yes I want some root beer! I have whiskey, that'll go great, you want some?" and I'm like "Nah man, that's all you" so finally we walk away.

And we met up with our other friend that we were seeing who was waiting up for us and he was like "Who were you talking to outside? Were you singing with that guy? He's fucking blazed out of his mind, he hangs out here all the time" and we're like no. That's the sidewalk wizard. And we would DIE for this man.

[stars4gojo]

Haunted

Dad!Gojo x fem!reader // fluff, little angst towards the end // 547 words // Gojo is a girl dad😆 // tsumiki & megumi both included

Gojo thinks he shouldn't meddle with other people's business since he can do whatever he wants as the strongest - he took one chance with Megumi and Tsumiki and even if he won't ever admit it out loud, he definitely thinks he won the lottery for that.

Gojo is a girl dad. That much was clear when at the age of 17 he had walked in with two children and immediately formed a special bond with the 7 year old girl. 

 Although, on the first day you had officially adopted Megumi and Tsumiki you had given them a long talk, explaining how you and Gojo were not their new parents or replacements for their parents but were simply their guardians who will take care and guide them. However, all those efforts were thrown out the window two months later when Tsumiki had shyly approached Gojo one day asking him if he would attend parents career day with her. Gojo had initially hesitated about accepting the offer, knowing that walking into her school as a high schooler calling himself her dad and even using that as a career wont set the best impression. But, once Gojo noticed her lightly flushed skin as she fiddled around with her fingers shyly he had agreed to go to school with her, “just this one time.” He thought. 

Soon that ‘one time’ grown into a second, third and countless more times. He chuckles to himself as he looks back at that day. Now it’s Tsumiki’s graduation from middle school and he’s tying his tie properly trying not look like a ‘homeless bum’ according to you. 

And before she even got up on stage he was the already loudest parent in the room, cheering even louder when Tsumiki proudly walked on stage with her little hat and gown and it made you laugh when you saw how your once shy and moody daughter had turned into such confident and bright girl.  

There was also no doubt that you and Megumi had grown closer, even if you denied the fact that you don’t play favourites, megumi was clearly yours so, Gojo in return had naturally grown closer to Tsumiki simply because she was kind enough to respond to his idiotic ‘jokes’ and even going as far to comfort him when he’s butt hurt by yours and Megumis lack of reaction to them. 

So on Tuesdays and Wednesdays when you picked up Megumi to go to the field with him for baseball practice after school - Gojo would leave work early to pick up Tsumiki so he could take her out. 

Together they had countless shopping sprees, salon trips, sometimes even staying home to have a ‘spa day’ which was just Gojo sitting pretty and getting his nails, makeup, and hair done by Tsumiki and even if the nail polish was smudged, a new bald spot formed on his head and your very expensive make-up was completely destroyed (which gojo would have to replace later) you had no choice but to not be mad when you came home to the sight of your boyfriend and all dressed up looking pretty. 

Now he sits there and watches Tsumiki’s lifeless body lay still, unable to help her. He blames himself for this, thinks he should be able to help her as the strongest. There is nothing he can do but cling onto the good memories, trying to convince himself that this is just a bad dream he would wake up from but everything feels too real as yours and Megumi’s silent sobbing grows louder. 

Sorry this is so short, my brain is literally so burnt out w all the school work here is some of my other work 💓

Masterlist

Kind of inspired by Taylor swift Seven

[ezgee-badally]

i woke up early this morning and considered sleeping in some more when i realised this was the perfect time to go on tumblr and sit in the living room and scroll lgetsd Tumblr while my gf slept in.

i've already cum once but i'm still so horny from watching cock worshipping videos and listening to hypno files encouraging me to be dumb and slutty for some nameless master. i want to be degraded and humiliated for getting so addicted to this feeling, for being a needy insatiable slut that wants to stick her tongue out and hump her greedy pussy against anything and everything.

Careful what you wish for. Look in the fucking mirror sometime. Literally. Go and rub your stupid dyke cunt in front of the mirror while you think of being violated and practice sticking your stupid tongue out to look pretty for men. Then you can see what we all see and maybe it’ll be easier to accept that way.

I know it’s a lot of big words for a dyke’s little cock-addled brain to process. But you’re just a dumb worthless deluded drooling drenched desperate cock whore.

After I was done using you for my sick needs, and pumping load after log into your womb, I’d program my number in your phone and give you over to some filthy homeless bum in exchange for a cigarette and leave you to your fate in a dark dingy alley….

[shallowseeker]

DEAN: Let me describe my dream home. (cuts to a MoL named Clive who changed his name and got to retire in a charming cottage-style in Topeka, KS) DEAN: I'm not saying I have to have a jacuzzi but...I really like bubbles.

It's a ruse, it's a delaying tactic, but it's also partially grounded in truth. Dean wants to retire. He wants to be a destination, not a road junkie. He wants to relax in a goddamned tub. Really, it's just a souped-up vat of water, but it's been built up so much as to become some kind of impossible luxury for most.

WELLINGTON: Look, I'm just gonna stop you right there. Judging from your cheap shoes and faded jeans, I'm guessing the only house you're in the market for comes with wheels. I prefer [not to have my time wasted] by some hayseed.

He means a trailer by, the way. It's a nod to the car, but he means a trailer. He takes one look at Dean and he sees trailer trash or a homeless bum. "These things aren't for us," indeed. The outsider status is in part...economical and class-driven. Vagrants, homeless bums, country hicks in flannel, prostitutes...they don't get to have homes in the land of dreams.

SPN 10x11

[legobiwan]

Mario and Luigi for the drabble, “When I’m with you, I’m home.”

Thanks!

I realized I'm answering this one out of order. Whoops! Anyway, have some pre-Mushroom Kingdom conversations and lore-building as your author reminisces about the New York of the '90s.

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He wonders, sometimes, what their lives would have looked like if they had never left Brooklyn.

Barring a miracle - pretty bleak, in all honesty. Maybe being here, in the Mushroom Kingdom, was the miracle. He remembers the frenzied few days leading up to their disappearance. The previous few months had been a mess of unpaid bills and awful business decisions governed solely by spite and fear. They were probably a few months of missed rent payments away from eviction. They were definitely two days away from getting their kneecaps bashed in by some loan shark’s goons. 

He and Mario had gone for a walk, all the way down to Coney Island, 75th to Stillwell to Bowery, to the decrepit-looking Wonder Wheel and a depressingly empty Nathan’s Hot Dogs. It looked like the last of the hotels, some once-bright vestige of his mother’s era, had finally been condemned, tall wire fencing curling up towards the grey winter sky, a perfunctory guard which did nothing to keep out the local graffiti artists and homeless population. 

Luigi jammed his hands into his jean pockets, shivering. He couldn’t tell if he was freezing or terrified.

“What are we gonna do, Mario? We can’t stay here. If he doesn’t get us, the landlord will. You see how they’re starting to develop all that stuff around 86th Street. It’s going to travel north and we’re already behind two months in rent. We can’t stay in Bensonhurst.” Luigi sighed, little frozen puffs of air floating from his mouth. “I don’t even know if we can stay in Brooklyn at this rate.”

It was a miracle they weren’t out on the streets already. For once, their landlord’s habit of sitting around with a bottle of Thunderbird watching Honeymooners reruns and screaming at “that bum El Duque” to throw more strikes fell to their advantage. Sure, there was no such thing as maintenance in the dilapidated six-floor walk-up. But they were plumbers, tradesmen - a leaky faucet or misbehaving shower wasn’t going to be an issue.

Unfortunately, they weren’t also exterminators. 

Mario took a large bite of his hotdog, mustard splattering on the gum-stained sidewalk. It looked like something they’d hang in one of those trendy galleries that kept popping up in lower Manhattan, down around Houston Street. 

“We’re gonna be fine, Lou,” Mario said between bites, bits of bun falling from his mouth.

“We’re gonna end up homeless.” Or missing our kneecaps. Or worse.

Mario crammed the last of his dinner in his mouth, finishing off the hot dog with a few loud chews. He gave a contented sigh, licking at his greasy fingers before wiping his hands on his pants. “No, we’re not gonna be homeless. I’ve told you a million times, Lou, we could be in a cardboard box under the Van Wyck. When we’re together - “ Mario slung an arm around Luigi’s shoulder, pulling him in tight. “When I’m with you - I’m home. We’re unbeatable. And that means we’ll make it through this.”

Luigi eyed his brother’s yellow-tinged fingers and stained shirt cuff, hoping the impromptu moment of fraternal affection would pass. He could deal with Mario’s sunny optimism, usually. But living in a studio apartment one step up from a garbage dump had apparently encouraged his brother’s disposition towards a more slovenly existence. They might be home when they were together, but it wouldn’t hurt if Mario took a damn vacuum to himself once in a while. 

“Mario, I think this time - ”

“Oh, I get it.” The warm arm around his shoulder disappeared, his brother’s voice hardening. Luigi snapped his head to the side, his heart rocketing into his throat. What did I say this time?  

“It’s the location, isn’t it?” His brother gave him a searching, serious look. He looks just like Dad. He even seemed as if he were towering over Luigi, just like Dad used to, despite Mario being the shortest of the three of them. “You’d prefer a box under the BQE.”

Luigi gaped. “I - what?”

“Nah, nah, okay,” Mario waved his hands. “Let’s talk location. You wanna be by the Belt? Or maybe - “ A sly smile grew under his brother’s burgeoning mustache. “You want to move to Queens.”

“Oh my God,” Luigi groaned, slapping his forehead with his palm, pulling his hand down over his eyes. I’d move to Jersey if it got us out of this mess. “Mario, be serious.”

“I am serious! Your secret’s safe with me, bro. Even if you would betray Brooklyn like that." Luigi felt two steady hands take him by the biceps. “Besides, we’re gonna be okay.”

“Vinny Razzanti’s uncle said we had forty-eight hours,” Luigi groaned between his fingers.

Mario barked out a laugh. “Vinny Razzanti’s uncle couldn’t tell a pizza from a clock if we arranged the pepperonis the right way. The guy’s a dumbass.”

“Yeah, but he’s - “

“No, I ain’t hearing it.” Mario gently guided Luigi’s hands from his face, keeping his fingers wrapped around either wrist as he brought Luigi’s arms to his sides. “Look at me, Lou.”

Luigi swallowed down the wet desperation clawing its way up his throat, opening his eyes to his brother’s concerned, but steely gaze.

“If he comes, he comes. I’ve got a baseball bat next to the mattress and you can - “ Mario waved one of his arms in a broad gesture. “I dunno. Make some kind of exploding gadget or something. You used to want to show off your stuff to Cooper Union, right? Well, think of this as practice, you know, for the application.”

Luigi gave a small shake of his head. I don’t think home pyrotechnics meant to fend off low-level mafia muscle are going to impress the admissions committee. Not that they were going to waste their time with a twenty-one-year-old plumber’s application, anyway. That dream was long gone, buried in Cypress Hills along with their parents. 

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” Mario’s voice broke through his dreary ruminations as he guided Luigi towards Bowery Street. “We’re gonna walk home, maybe pick up a cannoli on the way. Then we’re gonna check the answering machine. If we’re lucky - and I’m feeling pretty lucky right now - there will be a call from some lady in Borough Park.” His brother’s eyes gleamed. “No, even better, some widower in Carroll Gardens. One of those nice brownstones. She’s going to ask for our help. Clogged drains, backed up shower, toilet’s kablooey.” Mario made a slobbering sound meant to resemble a backed up toilet. Luigi thought he sounded like a dog on downers. “The whole shebang. We’ll say, of course, we can fix this, but we’ll have to charge the emergency rate. You know, business and all that. Three hours later - maybe four - boom! Vinny Razzanti’s uncle is out of the picture and we’ll be on our way to the good life.”

“You make it sound so simple, bro.” Luigi couldn’t quite contain the bite of sarcasm that accompanied that statement. 

As always, his brother took his waspishness in stride. Long strides, in fact, as they hurried past the metal skeletons that made up the Coney Island Train Yard, the whirr of traffic from the Belt Parkway rushing and thumping above them. Luigi felt like at any moment some old, rusted buckle would give way, sending a line of cabs and buses crashing into their heads.

He felt like that most of the time these days, to be honest. 

“It is simple, Luigi. You just gotta think positive. You never know what’s around the corner.” Mario tugged at his sleeve. “Now, come on. If we walk fast enough, we can get to Villbate’s before they close.”

“Alright, alright, you win, Mario. Something’s around the corner and for once, maybe it won’t be a guy with a baseball bat.” No. It won’t be a bat. It’ll be something worse. Like a flamethrower. Luigi was too tired to argue with his brother’s indomitable optimism. “Maybe we’ll get to your widower in Carroll Gardens and find the answers in her bathroom.”

Mario slapped his brother on the back. “That’s the spirit, Lou! Could be a whole new world waiting for us. Now let’s go - there’s a pistachio cannoli with my name on it and I am not missing out.”

“Hey, the pistachio cannolis are mine!”

“Not if you don’t run fast enough!” Mario gave his brother a playful push, taking off down Stillwell Avenue. Luigi watched his brother leap over a pile of trash bags, skittering between two cabs, one of which blared its horn in anger.

“Where you go, I guess I follow,” Luigi muttered to himself, adjusting his cap before taking off in his brother’s direction. And who knew? Maybe something was waiting for them around that corner.

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Toji x Reader

Toji Fushiguro:

You're favorite animal is a racoon (otherwise known as the trash panda), you love giant man tits and you have a thing for dead beat dad's (be it hit men or 100 year old vampires).

First Date:

You're shift ends and you close for the night. You were the owner of a small convince store and had heard rumors of a thief causing trouble for the locals. Some claimed that their valuables would vanish over night while others claimed that they were missing articles of clothing. One resident even returned home to find that not only had his shower been recently used, but his house was now littered with empty beer bottles that had been purchased the night before.

Seeing how convince stores are frequent targets for robbers, you decided to not take any chances and keep a baseball bat on you for safety. You were just about to leave when you heard one of the store windows shatter. Oh no. This was it. You raised your weapon defensively. "STAY BACK! I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE THIS!" To your surprise it was now quiet. You slunk around the aisle hoping to find the perpetrator but all you found was the empty remains of one of the many refrigerators.

"What the fuck is going on? Who robs a store just for a pack of booze?" Suddenly you heard the cash register open. By the time you got to the counter, the money was already gone. "Shit! There goes today's earnings!" You then noticed what appeared to be a thin trail of slime. Clearly not caring about how bizarre your day was now, you decided to follow it. The gooey path led you to the dumpster bin outside. "Gross. I can't believe I'm doing this..."

You lifted the lid and saw what appeared to be a homeless man? He was oddly muscular and you suddenly had the urge to make him wear one of those mega milk shirts. You then shook your head. You were here for your money, not to ogle some bum. You grabbed him by the collar. "Hey! Wake up!" No response. You then slapped him a couple of times and you realized you weren't making any progress. In the end you just decided that screaming into the unconious man ear was the best course of action.

The stranger was now starting to wake up. "... Megumi? Is that you?..." You then threw a half eaten apple at the man. "Who the fuck is that!?" He sighed with relief. "Oh thank God. I still have time to pay the child support." He then looked up. "And who are you?" You were starting to wish that you had just gone home. "I'm the one you just stole from! Now give me my money back before I break your kneecaps!"

"In afraid I don't know what you're talking about." Suddenly a purple worm appeared and vomited up all of your cash. "You know what? Keep it!" The man cursed under his breath but then regained his composure. "Are you insinuating something? And here I was on my way to buy some lottery tickets but I'll just take my business else where." Honestly, you were starting to take pity on the pathetic mess in front of you. "Dude, look I don't care about it anymore. Just let me help you."

You learned the man was named Toji. He didn't tell you much but you figured that he had left everything behind. You let him use your shower and then helped prepare him for bed. Now Toji was all snuggled up in his sleeping bag (aka the disgusting giant worm creature). "I just wanted to say... Thanks." You waited for him to fall asleep and then you somehow managed to put his body into your car trunk. You then pull up to an animal shelter. "Sorry Toji, my landlord says I can't have pets." You gently place him into a box (marked 'for free') outside the front door. Oh well. Now he was someone else's problem.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

do you think hobie gives off older brother vibes? i got an only child vibe tbh. i NEED to know his family background

THANK YOU!!

As an only child I will stand AGAINST this big family propaganda.

Hobie definitely seems like an only child to me - when he first approached Miles he approached him not like a brother but like (for lack of a better word) an asshole.

We never really SEE him helping anyone, not in a brotherly way really. He only gives others the tools to help themselves.

He could've used his guitar to break Miles out the cage, but he didn't, he let him do it himself. Same thing with the watch, he didn't come to get Gwen. He gave her the watch and gave her a choice.

Hobie seems really big on independence, not just in himself but in inspiring it in others.

And him doing all that work in basic hiding and waiting until the last minute to be like '...oh yeah y'all need some watches? I be making some if you want' is SO only child vibes to me.

The 'imma go play by myself I'll show y'all if I do something cool but otherwise I'm gonna go chill over here BYE.'

And like... Tbh I just think only child Hobie should be considered and talked about more. It kinda bums me out it's the unpopular option.

In the comics Hobie is shown to be homeless in the past, a youth on his own. And I think going through that DOES inspire compassion for others.

I know a lot of people like to think that Hobie gets his kindness from a family but I also like the opposite idea -

Hobies that way cause he doesn't have a family. He housed Gwen cause he was also a homeless kid once.

People without big families or any family at all can be really compassionate too.

Like I love the idea of Hobie having a happy family because he deserves it, but as someone who dealt with housing insecurity as a kid I think it's good representation to have someone like Hobie

[centralperkchenford]

5x03 but instead of Lucy being alone locked in the freezer it’s both her and Tim locked in also Lucy has broken up with chris but Tim doesn’t know that so he’s kinda making comments about him and Lucy snaps and tells him that they broke up and Tim being the show you kind of guy kiss her and ✨feelings✨ come out

5x03 but instead of Lucy being alone locked in the freezer it’s both her and Tim locked in also Lucy has broken up with chris but Tim doesn’t know that so he’s kinda making comments about him and Lucy snaps and tells him that they broke up and Tim being the show you kind of guy kiss her and ✨feelings✨ come out

I obviously changed it so Tim & Lucy were riding together and Ashley doesn’t exist in this one! I hope you like it! 🩷

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Lucy grips the steering wheel as she focuses on the road not looking at Tim besides her. She was suppose to ride alone today, but things got moved around at last minute and Grey had placed Tim with her.

Which was fine.

Except they wasn’t fine, things were tense between them and Lucy had been looking forward to being alone with her thoughts today. She had just broken up with Chris a few days before. He had become obsessed with this site with theories about Rosalind and when she tried to talk to him about it, he had taken it the wrong way and started screaming at her that she had no idea how he felt. And just like when he bummed the song he backtracked and apologized but Lucy knew he was apologizing just to apologize.

He would never understand how she felt or the trauma she went through with Caleb and Rosalind. She had ended it then and there and Chris had stormed out of her apartment like a five year old child.

And now here she was in a shop with the one person who she knew she could always talk to and who actually understood her. Except they weren’t talking, and if anything it was making Lucy’s anxiety worse.

She chances a glance at Tim who is looking out the window a frown on his face and she wishes she could see his whole face so she could read it. She glances over looking past Tim and sees what looks like a homeless person going into a abandoned building. Tim must see it too because he picks up the radio calling it in just as Lucy is pulling to the side of the road.

They both get out of the shop, and make their way towards the building. Tim is in front of her and ducks down to go in first with Lucy close behind him. The go separate ways each with their flashlight shining through the dirty building.

Lucy shined her flashlight into what looks like a freezer and sees some clothes and some little bags. She steps inside, and calls out to Tim.

“Tim! Come here!” She yells and she hears his hurried steps coming towards her. She searches the room just as Tim comes into it.

“Hey. What’s up?” He asks but before she can answer the door is being shut close. It clicks in place and they exchange glances as Tim hurries over and starts banging on the door while Lucy starts calling on the radio.

“Damnit.” She hears Tim mutter. She glances over at him a frown on her face.

“Control, 7-L-19. I need backup to my location.” She says into the radio but all she gets is static. She glances over at Tim again who is still banging on the door. There is a yellow smiley face on the door looking at them as if it’s taunting them. She pulls out her cell phone but there’s no service.

“Damnit!” She cries. “We are stuck!” Tim stops banging on the door and takes a deep breath as he walks over to her.

“We will find a way out.” He says gently. “Someone will know we are missing.” She looks up at him and his face is sincere he actually believes that. She sighs and pulls out her phone again opening it and it opens to the last tab she was on.

The messaging boards.

“What’s that?” Tim asks her curiously. She pulls her phone closer and swallows.

“Uh it’s these messaging boards. Chris joined it, they talk about Rosalind.” She says quietly and Tim wrinkles his nose whether it’s at Chris or Rosalind she’s not sure.

“Oh.” He says. “Why are you looking at it?” She looks up at him and he’s gazing at her intently waiting for her to answer.

“Chris said it helped him get through.. you know and I don’t know I thought it was kind of weird so I checked it out.” She says. Tim nods slightly and he steps a little closer to her.

“Is he okay?” He asks. “Chris? How is he doing?” Lucy turns away from Tim and doesn’t answer right away. She realizes Tim doesn’t know she broke up with Chris. And honestly she could care less about how he’s doing. After their breakup she felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She felt free and confident.

“Lucy?” Tim says again. “Is Chris doing okay? I mean I haven’t seen much of him.” And he wonders why Tim cares so much about now Chris is doing, it’s not like he’s like him that much.

“He’s fine.” Is all Lucy’s says but she still doesn’t turn around to face him. She hears Tim sigh as she absently scrolls through the message board. She hears Tim pacing behind her but she does her best to ignore him.

“You deserve better.” Tim says suddenly. Lucy’s finger freezes on the screen as she turns around her ears ringing. “Than Chris. He just seems to be all about himself.” Which is true. Tim continues seemingly unaware that Lucy is just staring at him.

“I mean I don’t know why I insisted you go out with him. He was a jerk to you about that case.” Again true she thinks bitterly. But she doesn’t blame Tim for setting them up.

“He’s bland too.” Tim says looking up at the ceiling. “Do you guys doing anything but takeout?” Nope. He doesn’t cook.

Lucy rocks back and forth it on her feet, she still doesn’t say anything because she’s not sure what to say. There’s a long pause and it makes Lucy think Tim is done with his little rant about Chris but then he’s talking again.

“Are you staying with him because of what Rosalind did or because you love him?” Tim asks her . She opens her mouth to reply but then shuts it. No. She didn’t love Chris not even a little bit. “Because if it’s out of guilt you need to know what happened to him isn’t your fault Lucy. You can’t blame yourself and you can’t be in a relationship with someone because you feel guilty.” Lucy turns her back to him tears burning her eyes.

“Chris doesn’t deserve you. You are.. you are amazing Lucy and he’s just isn’t.” Tim says his voice sounding a little rough. “You deserve someone who will see how amazing you are and who is worth the effort.”

Lucy moves across the freezer and into a corner sliding down on the floor but still not saying anything. She knew Tim was right, she just wished he knew how much those words meant to her.

She glances down at her phone. No signal. She tries the radio one more time but there’s nothing but static. She chances a glance at Tim who is turned away his shoulders tense. There’s a long silence and then Tim speaks again and now his voice has an edge to it.

“I’m sure when you don’t show up to your date with Chris he will report you missing.” He says and Lucy snaps.

“I broke up with Chris!” She says cooly standing up from the wall. “So no he won’t report me missing.” Tim turns around to face her, he’s frowning but he has a softer look to his face than normal.

“You—” He begins. “You broke up with him?” She nods and wipes furiously at the tears in her eyes. Tim walks across the room to where she is and stands in front of her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks. She glances up at him, and he’s a little blurry through the tears.

“Because we aren’t talking Tim!” She says throwing her hands up in the air in frustration. “There is this awkwardness since you— sent me away and told me to move on!” Tim blinks at her and steps closer, she swallows hard at being this close to him and remembering their last kiss in the airplane bathroom.

“I did that because I was looking out for you Lucy. I didn’t want to hurt you.” He says and this time she steps forward.

“What is that suppose to mean?” She asks him softly. Tim sighs and she takes another step forward and then before she can even blink his lips are crashing into hers. Next thing she knows he has her backup against the wall. And the kiss is much like the one in the airplane bathroom except this one feels.. it feels real. It feels like everything she has been missing and craving since Vegas. She pulls back and he chases her lips for a second before making a noise of protest.

“Tim.” She says breathlessly. “We can’t—” Tim wraps his arm around pulling her into him and she relaxes into his touch. She hasn’t felt this safe in a long time. The last time was when Tim pulled her out of that barrel and held her in his arms while she sobbed.

“Why can’t we?” He asks her softly. “Why can’t we take the risk of us?” Lucy bites her lips and looks up at him. He looks vulnerable as if saying no would break his heart in two and that’s the last thing she wants.

“Because we are—” she trails off her eyes darting to the ground. He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Just the small touch sends shivers through her body. She wants him to touch her forever.

“We are what Lucy?” He asks. She lifts her head back up to his and sees nothing but adoration and sincerity in his blue eyes. “Because it’s just pretend?” No. This is very very real.

“No.” She says. “That’s not it. I just don’t want to lose you Tim. Not talking to you, not being able to be near you has been torture. I don’t want this to ruin us even more.” Tim smiles at her gently before leaning down to press his lips to her forehead. She closes her eyes at the feeling of his lips on her skin.

“You will never lose me Luce. You are worth the risk and you always have been.” He sucks in a deep breath and blows it out. “I want to be with you and everything I said earlier was true. You deserve someone who sees how amazing you are. Who is worth the effort. I am willing to take the risk of you are.”

Lucy licks her lips nervously and this time she reaches up to press her lips to his. It’s a little messy and rough considering she’s shaking a lot. She just can’t believe this is happening and Tim wants her.

“Is that a yes?” He asks her softly. He drags his fingers across her face wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Yes.” She says simply. “You are worth the risk. I’m done being scared.” The grin that breaks out on Tim’s face is the best damn thing she’s seen in awhile. He kisses her again and she falls into it feeling more comfortable now.

After awhile though, she pulls away putting her hand gently on Tim’s chest. “We are still stuck in a freezer though.” She says and Tim gathers her in his arms pulling out his radio.

“Tim, I have tried calling on the radio. It’s a dead zone in here.” She says but he just presses a kiss to her head.

“Doesn’t hurt to try.” He says softly and then calls into the radio. As expected there’s no answer and Lucy wonders if they ever will be found.

“Okay.” Says Tim putting his radio back on his belt. “For our first date—” She looks at him incredulously but before she can say anything there are loud voices outside the door.

“Bradford! Chen! Call out!” Yells a voice that sounds like Nolan. Tim and Lucy look at each other and then they are both yelling “in here.” As loud as they can, Lucy hopes Nolan can hear them through the thick door.

A few minutes later, the door bursts open and before Lucy can even think her lips are back on Tim’s.

He reciprocates and after a few moments there’s a cough behind them and they break apart to see a amused Nolan and a confused Celina looking at them.

Lucy flushes red and Tim’s large hand is on her back leading her out both of them avoiding eye contact with Nolan and his rookie.

Once they are outside and in the daylight she turns to see if Tim has any regrets but there is nothing but happiness in his face.

“So.” He says quietly. “About that first date…” She laughs softly and smiles at him as she opens the passenger door and slides in. Tim slides in next to her and starts the shop. She looks over at him and smiles at how happy and relaxed he looks. And that’s all she has ever wanted for him. Because he’s worth. They are worth it.

[kingdomsaurushearts]

What’re your thoughts on Satoru Gojo?

SO

I haven't actually watched JJK... YET (though I have been spoiled on some major points)

But I will tell you my initial impressions.

With his blindfold and all, and my KH brain, he's pulling a "his eyes can't lie" BS. He's like Riku and he's got them baby blues that make everyone weak in the knees.

He's a homeless bum who imposes himself on the pink haired guy, is his name Sukuna??? And steals all his food, takes from his wallet, wears his clothes, and sleeps in the middle of the hallways and everyone trips on him, but is gone when you need to ask him something or want to start charging him rent.

He just sort of appears and disappears and on a whim (like Micky, go figure)

He's definitely got "OP" energy, and it's plain to see he's a fan favorite.

He also has the switch where he goes from goofy to dead serious and then punches you into the next universe because you ate one of his HiChews or flirted with his BF in a threatening way. (Kill him)

I really like his design. It's simple and easy. Also, sucker for white hair. Though, why does he have like... no forehead when he has his blindfold on lol he doesn't have a smooth brain, just doesn't have one at all.

I think he's probably dorky and can't take his friendships/relationships seriously. Traumatized. And he probably never got to actually tell anyone how he really feels about anything. Is the vibe I get.

Should I watch JJK? XD

[laufire]

I watched under the red hood recently so maybe 🔥 + Jason in it?

nice 😃

first of all, in order to discuse this, I need to establish the Really Big Changes between that movie and comics canon because... yeah, they're huge lol.

in the comics, Bruce and Jason's relationship had been fracturing in his last days as robin, because Bruce suspect Jason of pushing a rapist with diplomatic immunity from a balcony (the comic leaves this ambiguous. I prefer it this way). with terrible timing, Jason finds out that the mother that raised him wasn't his biological mother, so he sets out on a search for new family. after a whole international quest, he finds her... and she gives him up to the Joker in order to cover her *check's notes* embezzling crimes. the rest is history.

Jason is not brought back by the Lazarus Pit (and Ra's certainly wanted nothing to do with him lol). he awakes one day on his coffin because of comic-typical nonsense (alternate version of superman punched the world?? and it "set things right" because Jason was never "meant" to die). he digs his way out, gets hit by a car, gets taken to a hospital, stays in a comma, awakens but ~catatonic, escapes and wanders the streets stealing and sharing food with the homeless... then a league ally finds him, Talia al Ghul is informed, and takes Jason under her wing. when he's not healing fast enough for Ra's tastes and he wants to take Jason a way to the farm, Talia throws him into the Pit without Ra's permision.

in their final confrontation, Bruce is far less calm and doesn't throw the batarang to Jason's hand: he throws it to his neck, with potential lethal force, to fully stop him. then the Joker blows things up. it's kind of implied that Jason dies, but maybe the same magic (there's a purple light thingy?) took effect, so he eventually returns to annoy Dick in New York and briefly turn into a tentacled monster. that's not relevant here though.

oh, and Black Mask didn't need to free the Joker. he was already chilling in some amusement park, as he does. while Batman did... eh. who knows.

there are other, less important changes. because comics are weird and quirky and inherently hard to adapt in a way general audiences will take seriously. a very funny one is that the assassin Jason kills when he and Bruce are fighting side by side calls himself Captain Nazi.

okay so. I have MIXED FEELINGS about the film, precisely because of these changes (well, minus the Captain Nazi one, but that is REALLY funny of Jason, imo). I like it a lot... but I'm also bummed it removes Talia's importance... and that it backs the post-death narrative pushed by DC that Jason died because he was "reckless"/eagerly violent as Robin... the changes pertaining Bruce... and most of all, Jason's resurrection (again, I get it's comics-weird. But I really like the digging-out-of-one's-grave's motif!! and it could've easily been left ambiguous - the characters in the comics have no idea of why Jason came back, so. it could remain a mystery!).

and as I said, re: Bruce. sometimes I'm annoyed because the changes seem designed to make Bruce seem less... objectionable lol. other times I'm curious because the changes because they suggest a very different person in some key ways that spark my imagination in fic-related ways. depends on the day!

but overall it's a good film and a more than competent adaptation, that REALLY showcases my perfect son who never did anything wrong in his life xD, that portrays him as competent (very important to me), and that hits just the right spot when it comes to all my Jason and Bruce-Jason FEELS. and teeny tiny robin!Jason was adorable.

(I'm very happy the fandom outgrew its phase of fancasting Jensen Ackles as Jason though. what a travesty).

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