#it's probably pathetic but also is it really

[averysmolkirbo]

kind of sort of not really theyre a pretty insensitive but theyre trying i think

probably a blorbo and or a pokemon

of fucking course i do

n-no....... 🥺

single. waiting for someone to materialize in front of me because i refuse to make frens

Dramatically

brownie brittle and hot chocolate

i did gymnastics. for like a year.

so much that theyre permanantly stuck at child nail-bed size.

im gonna go ahead and say never but emotional? different answer

crush? yes. women. pathetic fictional men. yknow.

nope im eepy

many many many many people some of which are fictional

missing someone i havent met

cats. 2 of em. my babis

sick

ive never made out period

of course i am. 3 have landed on/very near my face while i was in bed this year and one bit me

yea knowing im autistic before 17 wouldve been nice

im ace and a virgin

not much. probably pokemon.

NO

nope too scared of needles

science was my best in school but now i suck at everything equally

not really tbh

more brownie brittle and also sleep

apparantly my sister's when i was a kid but tbh im suspicious of her story

nope i have been snitched on tho (f u brendan)

never had one

the fact that im sick and feel like ive been run over

id be edgy/pick me and say "no one 🥺" but thats a lie

deep purple. Used to be blue.

oh so many

i dont remember but probably involved a blorbo

mom

nope i barely give second chances

forget because my memory is shit

nope

romantically, havent had it yet

nope

skips to 51 here but anything bland

everything happens to fuck me over (/sarcasm)

Doomscroll because i wasnt able to sleep all night

Academically? of course. if its stupid youre allowed to cheat

ive never claimed to be nice yall just assume

gonna say 0

sure why not

Snow

as stated directly before this yes

i wanna get married on a windswept cliff where the dinner will be easily digestible ❤️

in general yes but its never happend to me before

yaoi

yes mine is literally meaningless

no but itd probably get them sick

gay/lesbian but i take what i can get

nope

person i was trading pokemon with :)

myself. i keep all my deep conversations to myself. i dont wanna go back to therapy

why not

my blorbos. My cats. a lot of things really

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[somewhere-in-the-rain]

Xaden’s character development across Fourth Wing and Iron Flame is actually brilliant.

He goes from the cold, mysterious, emotionally unavailable wingleader who shrouds himself in darkness and has strong desire to murder Violet, to a guy so pathetically in love with her that he killed all the people threatening her without a second thought, flew halfway across the kingdom to see her because she’d been away from him for three days, said ‘fuck you’ to the revolution he gave his life to in order to save her, and turned into the one thing he hated the most so that she could have a chance to live. Insane growth of emotional maturity, I’m proud of him honestly.

His communication skills could probably still use work, but he’s getting there. He’s also only 23, carrying the weight of the world on his beautiful shoulders, and his mental health is fully dependant on whether or not Violet loves him, so you can’t really blame him for being completely devoted to her.

[bloodfiendarling]

𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽

pair — rich student!reader x lecturer!ratio

wc — ~600

contains — dom reader, sub character, cock can be seen as a strap, written with mtf reader in mind, porn with little plot, college au, blowjobs (reader receiving), teacher x student (both adults), blackmailing, dubcon, power imbalance, picture taking

i cant get him out of my head all week .. oh my god . i need a hot lecturer to suck me off bad .. euhg ... gomen ... ive been staring at pics of him .. and now i cant sleep because of him . ratiosama , youre so pretty .. please let me hit . pleas eplease please please plea

also ..! my short requests are back open as of posting this ..!!! :D feel free to hmu on my inbox >_<

you flip through the pages lazily, looking bored out of your mind. the book you were reading.. agh, how boring. you couldn’t understand why ratio found it so interesting. and ah — seems like you found the page he left himself off on.

“so,” you used your leg to push against your professor’s head, making him choke a little before adjusting. as soon as your leg relaxed ratio finally slipped your cock out of his mouth, coughing — you made sure he didn’t move an inch. “what’s so interesting about this book, anyway?”

he stayed quiet at the question. not a talker, huh?

well, you understood his reasons. he’s been failing you for so-called incompetence. purposely screwing you over just because he didn’t like you.. well — at least you managed to get him into his position. choking on your cock in your dorm of all places. maybe not having roommates was a good idea.

all because you had some suggestive pictures of him you got.. with your own ways. not like it mattered how. “sooo, ratio..” placing the book down beside you on the couch, you lean down and grab onto his face, forcing those reddish-pink eyes into a death glare. “you gonna improve my grades or what?”

he just looked at you with that same, pissed off face. the one you’d see whenever you passed him by the hallways. yeah, he really wasn’t a talker. hah.

you sighed, waving your phone at him — showing off those pictures again. you swore you saw his eye twitch. “you want me to spread this, or, like —”

you turned your phone around, adjusting it onto his face — making sure the position was clear as day. dr. veritas ratio, between someone’s, no, his student’s legs to take cock like a good boy. it was almost amusing.

“what are y—” he almost wanted to lash out. but he knew better — not only was his entire career in your hands with just a few pictures, but you had daddy’s influence. you could most definitely ruin his life even more. only blackmailing him was probably a relief with what you could be doing to him. “you gonna comply or not?”

he nods — rather reluctantly. it felt horrible to obey. he wanted to do at least something to somehow defend himself, but it’s not like he can. “so be a good boy, will you, veritas?” prying open his mouth with one hand, the other was tangled onto his dark, purple hair, positioning it better so he could suck you off.

“you pissed me off, you m’gonna make you do more, yeah?”

with those words, you forced him to bottom out on your cock. he choked and coughed — but god did his throat feel good. you could see those pretty eyes rolling back with his brows furrowed, both hands on your thighs to push himself off only for you to get rougher.

you guided his head, bobbing it up and down your dick. even if you could tell he was inexperienced with his mouth — damn it still felt nice. that soft tongue of his swirling around your cock, messily coating it with his saliva. after you’ve gotten a good pace on him, he started doing it on his own accord. it felt kinda nice to be forcing him down your length, but this is fine.

finally — he was able to spit out your cock — coughing again. “aghck– hnnng..♡” suddenly, he looked like he was the one trying to seduce you. looking up with those eyes, drool running down his chin with his tongue lolled out like a pathetic little doggy. you didn’t know — nor care, if it was intentional or not — you could not just pass this opportunity and not snap a pic. was this a prestigious lecturer or a slut? you almost couldn’t tell.

oh you’re sure you’ll be seeing him like this more often.

hsr masterlist ♥︎

[holmesianlove]

Chapter 23 -  Ice Cream

John was grateful to return home to an empty flat. He had spent a long day at the clinic - a genuinely unfair return to reality. Two and half days away followed by a couple of very strange, quiet days at the flat with Sherlock and he was almost eager to get back to work. But once there, he was definitely regretting it. He felt like a fish out of water now. The clinic felt like an irritation. God, he hated the clinic work. And he hated himself for hating the clinic work. It was supposed to be noble, honest work. John felt like a bad person when he disliked his clinic work so much. But he'd discovered a different world with Sherlock Holmes. He was tempted to open a fake email account and make up a case just to email Sherlock and give them and excuse to escape again. He longed for the buzz he had while they had been on the trip, the thrill of the chase, the excitement in Sherlock’s every word, in every expression on that perfect face of his, when he was being inspired like that. But Sherlock had seemed a little quiet, introspective, unsure since their return. Possibly, he was also sulking about no case work. But it all left John feeling flat. Out of place.

Maybe the suit had been a step too far? Maybe Sherlock’s behaviour wasn’t at all an appreciation, but an aversion? He had seemed more receptive to John over the last week, but maybe John had started to get the wrong idea entirely. Was this Sherlock pulling back because he had seen John's feelings and didn't want to give him the wrong idea? Whatever was going on, since returning home, it was like a really bad sugar crash. All that chocolate had clearly given him some kind of delusional high.

He was craving sugar after his shift too. He had gone to the local shops to pick up something easy to heat up for dinner. There was no way he would be cooking tonight, and Sherlock never wanted to cook. But when he got to the shop, John had been completely uninspired. He knew there were eggs at home, he could always make some later, but what he actually wanted, what he decided upon finally, was a large tub of creamy chocolate ice cream. He had that sugar craving to satisfy, after all. Despite the cold weather, he was feeling bereft. Of what, he didn’t know. And the only thing that made him feel better when he felt like that, was ice cream. 

“Ice cream for dinner? John Watson you are really reaching new levels of pathetic,” he sighed to himself as he stood in the aisle second guessing his decision. The sugar craving won out of course.

He couldn’t very well come home and admit how he was feeling to Sherlock, though, so it was a huge relief that the flat was empty and he was alone. He would put on some crap telly, his comfortable pyjamas, and sit with his tub of ice cream and a spoon, and just eat the entire tub, guilt-free, disposing of the evidence afterwards. Possibly even make some toast later so it looked like he’d eaten real food. After all the nagging he constantly gave Sherlock, his flatmate would probably be horrified to see John had devoured a whole tub of ice cream as his dinner. Still, it wasn’t going to stop him. Maybe an entire litre of ice cream would fill the hole in his chest that seemed to be there now, with no hope of a remedy.

John was rendered speechless, not long after settling in, when Sherlock burst through the door, part way through his 'dinner'. The man stood stationary in the doorway for a moment, as if he was taking the temperature of the flat, of John, before speaking. It was odd. John scoffed to himself and finished sucking the ice cream from his spoon. Sherlock wrestled his way out of his coat and dumped it across the arm of his chair, toed off his shoes on the spot and threw his phone and keys down on the seat of the chair without a word. He unravelled his scarf and played with the fabric for a moment before he finally padded over and collapsed onto the sofa beside John.

Without words, or eye contact, he simply stared at the television, trying to register what it was that John had chosen to watch and the plot of the episode. He couldn’t for the life of him figure that out. So he finally turned his head to look at John, to see how he was feeling about this viewing situation and then he saw the ice cream. John tried very hard not to blush under the scrutiny. He could feel Sherlock looking him up and down. He always imagined Sherlock like the terminator when he did that. As if, inside Sherlock’s head, a little computer was spitting out information in his field of vision. John Watson. Flatmate. Idiot. Doctor of something or other. Military injury. Cooks that thing with peas. Hates shopping. Depressed about being at Baker Street with no cases. Has chosen chocolate ice cream for dinner.

Sherlock shuffled closer, turning to face John, and crossing his legs. “What have we got here, then?” he asked playfully. 

John’s spine straightened, his pride ruffled, and he finished his spoonful before shovelling it down into the remaining ice cream. “Dinner,” he finally admitted, without turning his head to acknowledge how close Sherlock was sitting to him.

“Right,” Sherlock said.  Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the spoon and scooped some up for himself.

John’s head snapped around and he opened his mouth to argue but Sherlock simply polished it off, before pushing the spoon back into the tub again. “Mmmm, you got the good stuff. Must have been a really horrid day,” he said simply, without further judgement.

“Mmmm,” John agreed with a hum. He paused, still embarrassed for a moment and then his taste buds screamed at him to get another spoon, so he did. The same spoon Sherlock had just put in his mouth, and slid ice cream from. With his tongue. John felt himself flush slightly at the very thought, but the idea of getting up to get another spoon was far too much effort and so he grabbed it and partook in another spoonful. “Been out?” he asked casually. All the while, focussed on the fact that this spoon had been Sherlock’s a moment before and it felt sinful all of a sudden.

“Had to fill Mycroft in about the case. He was in fine form.”

“You probably need this more than me, then,” John suggested. This time, he simply handed the spoon directly to Sherlock, finally making eye contact. Sherlock smiled and grabbed the spoon from him.

“You may be right.” 

Sherlock adjusted his position, uncrossing his legs and shuffling his hips closer, until they touched John’s. This time he lifted his knees up and put his feet on the sofa, so he was folded up, leaning his weight slightly against John as he grabbed the next spoonful. John wished he could fold himself up like that. Sherlock certainly seemed comfortable.

“What are we watching?” Sherlock asked, as he finished his spoon of ice cream and passed it back to John.

“Love Island. You’ll hate it,” John said simply as he ate and passed the spoon back, a new routine established. 

There was something incredibly sensual about licking off the spoon and sharing it with his friend in that way. It created a whole new closeness. And the way Sherlock was sitting right beside him, watching this television show, which John knew perfectly well, Sherlock would never agree to watch normally. It was quite… nice. The two of them, together, sharing in a moment like this. Sharing a spoon, though? That wasn’t normal. Was it? Where had that come from? John couldn’t help turning his head with fascination, when Sherlock took his turn, watching the way he fed the spoon into this mouth, the way he sucked the ice cream from it and then licked his lips in a little dance. He couldn’t take his eyes of it. But he flicked his eyes back to the television before Sherlock could catch him.

“Mmm, this is one of my favourite brands,” Sherlock said quietly to himself.

“Well, it was a rough day. It required top quality chocolate,” John said, without looking at his friend.

“Not as good as Belgian chocolate, though,” Sherlock said.

“Well, no. You have a lot to answer for,” John teased. “I think I may have an unhealthy addiction. Now I’m going to have to travel there again, you realise. That makes it expensive bloody chocolate.”

“They do sell some of it here, you know,” Sherlock said, chuckling happily. “Do these people really think they’ll find a relationship like this? In their swimwear?” he added.

John burst out laughing, and grabbed at the spoon again. “I think they’re mostly in it for the fame, but I like to think that occasionally there’s someone with good intentions.”

“Ah, Dr Watson, always an optimist at heart,” Sherlock teased with a little nudge, taking the spoon from John. “I didn’t take you for such a romantic.”

John turned to look at him. “What do you mean?”

Sherlock paused, realising he might have said the wrong thing. “No, I just mean…” He paused, spoon caught in mid-air as he thought hard. “Well, come on John. You have to admit you’ve been…” Sherlock scoffed, and looked at John expecting he would understand. “… a little lost in love.”

John grabbed the spoon off him, suddenly offended. He sat up straighter, breaking their nice, warm contact. “Says the perpetually single man who thinks people in love are idiots?” John scoffed, digging in for a particularly big scoop of ice cream.

“Oh come on John, don’t be like that,” Sherlock whined.

“No, that’s just great, Sherlock. I share my depression ice cream with you and you give me shit about my dating life,” John said angrily, standing up.

“John.”

“Do you really think that’s me? The idiot who dates all the women unsuccessfully? Is that what you think?” John asked, turning on Sherlock.

Sherlock was left looking a little shocked. And John felt guilty for ruining the moment. They had been having such a nice time, he thought. They often ribbed each other, particularly about John’s ridiculous dates. But today, he was feeling so very sensitive about the thoughts in his head, the things he felt for Sherlock right now, that all those women had been a distant memory. His womanising ways long forgotten in recent months. It was not something he wanted to have brought up in his face like that. By Sherlock of all people. He stood there, shaking his head, regretting so many things.

“John, come on," Sherlock said gently. "Sit back down. I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just…”

Sherlock looked really upset by John’s reaction, and patted at the cushion, to entice him back. And for once, John decided to listen. Not to run away. He stood, watching Sherlock for a moment and finally sat back down with a sigh. He flopped back on the couch and Sherlock settled close to him again. They both sat there in silence and then Sherlock, boldly, grabbed the spoon to get another mouthful.

“Sorry,” Sherlock said under his breath.

“I don’t…” John sighed. “I know there’s something quite ridiculous about me and all those dates... that I’m unsettled in the world. I know to you, it might seem… farcical…”

Sherlock shook his head. “No. No, John. Not at all. You don’t have to…”

John grabbed the spoon back from him. “I lost my way. I know that,” he said angrily. “I haven’t always been quite so…” He didn’t finish the thought. He just ate some ice cream and settled back properly, watching the television again in silence for a while. “God, if I end up like these people, do put me out of my misery, though,” John finally said a little more light hearted, trying to change his mood.

Sherlock laughed. He hugged his hands around his legs, and after a moment, he rested his head on John’s shoulder, in a gesture of apology, letting out a little, satisfied sigh. ��Promise,” he said.

John smiled to himself as he finished his ice cream with Sherlock Holmes resting against him peacefully.

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[perotovar]

cold - a secret santa fic

pairing: jack daniels x trans man!reader (feat. dieter bravo... sort of) rating: G word count: 1.1k content: fluff, sick!fic, reader is a trans man and uses he/him pronouns, jack being a pathetic lil baby, petnames (this is jack, guys), seriously this is adorable y'all dividers: by @/saradika-graphics beta: @kedsandtubesocks (ily ♥)

a/n: written as a part of @dieterbravobrainrotclub 's secret santa event. happy holidays, alastor @crowandmousewritingco ♥ i hope you like it! this was my first time writing an "x reader" fic so i hope i did alright!

You’ve been dating Jack for a while now. You met each other at a gay bar in downtown Lexington about a year ago and got on like a house on fire, as Jack liked to put it. This was probably one of, if not the best relationship you’d ever been in.

Jack was always so supportive whenever your dysphoria would act up and do a really good job of distracting you. He’d either make you a meal – You’ll love this one, honeypie, it’s one of Mama Daniels’ specials! – cuddle you while you watched your favorite movies, or make you come so many times you wouldn’t even remember why you were upset in the first place.

You tried to return the favor when you could, but it always seemed like Jack was made of stone. He was so strong and brave, it was like nothing affected him. 

That was, until he came down with the flu. 

He was downright pathetic. 

Jack would get loopy and delusional whenever he was sick, the fog stuffing up his sinuses overtaking all logic and reason. He also constantly sniffled when you told him the best way to get rid of things was to blow his nose. “B-but honeypie, it feels so gross,” he’d pout. 

“Do you want to feel gross for longer?” You’d smile back, bringing him another box of tissues.

“...No.”

“Then blow your nose, ya big baby.”

That’s why you find yourself at the nearby grocery store picking up some cough syrup and even more tissue boxes. Your phone buzzes in your pocket with a text, and you roll your eyes as you open it, chuckling to yourself. What did he want now?

don’t forget ice cream please ? 😣

Lol ok, baby 😂

ily 🥹

You snorted to yourself and made your way to the ice cream aisle. You knew which flavor Jack would want – Southern Butter Pecan, of course – so it didn’t take you very long to get what you were looking for.

You were stopped in your tracks when you felt a slight tug on your sleeve. You flinched and turned to look at who’d done that, but stopped when you saw that it was an older woman. She looked to be in her sixties, so you steeled yourself for some sort of harsh comment. You got those from time to time, so you knew how to handle yourself well enough, but Jack was always better at diffusing problems than you were.

“Excuse me, young man?” The woman asked, a small smile on her face. “Do you think you could hand me one of those? My back won’t let me bend over like that these days.”

Blinking, you nodded jerkily before gingerly placing the tub of ice cream into her wrinkled hands. 

“Thank you, honey. You have a good day now!”

“You, too,” you smiled softly, watching her walk away for a moment. You huffed a laugh in disbelief and quickly finished up your shopping.

You had to tell Jack what happened.

As soon as you walked through the threshold of your shared apartment, one of Jack’s sneezes permeated the air. You chuckled to yourself and set the groceries on the counter. 

“Jack?” You called. “Do you want the ice cream now or later?”

A loud cough before, “Now, please!”

Grabbing a spoon, you smiled as you made your way down the hall and into your bedroom.

And there he was; your pathetic, grumbly, sniffly man. “Hey, handsome,” Jack smiled sleepily. Even like this, he couldn’t stop himself from flirting with you. It never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

“Hey,” you grinned, sitting on the edge of the bed. You placed the ice cream and the spoon into Jack’s clammy hands before leaning over to place a kiss on his warm forehead.

“You’re the best, honeypie. I’d kiss ya, but I don’t wanna get’cha sick,” he pouted.

“I appreciate that,” you chuckled. “You up for a movie?”

Jack moaned around a bite of ice cream, licking around the spoon in a way that really shouldn’t be affecting you, but it is. “Yeah, why not. Speakin’ of! Think I’m finally startin’ to look like that actor o’yours,” he smirked, showing off his newly grown-in facial hair around his jaw.

See, because Jack has been bedridden the past few days, he hasn’t had a chance to keep up on his strict grooming routine. The extra facial hair around his chin and jaw suits him super well, but he didn’t really look like Dieter Bravo, in your opinion. Jack was too put-together, even while sick, and Dieter had that raccoon aesthetic down to a T. 

“Uh huh,” you snorted. “Sure, babe.”

Jack scoffed in mock offense, sniffled, then promptly coughed into his pillow. “Ugh,” he groaned pathetically. “Maybe no movie,” he pouted.

You smiled sympathetically before nodding in understanding. Dieter Bravo would have to wait. But you’ll be back.

“That’s okay, baby. Here. I got you some more tissues. I’ll put the ice cream away,” you said softly, tucking him into the bed after you took the ice cream from him. 

“I love you, honeypie. I don’t deserve ya.”

“Oh, hush, you. Sure you do.” As you turned to leave, Jack stopped you, one of his larger hands engulfing yours. He rubbed your knuckles with his thumb tenderly and smiled up at you with glossy eyes.

“I mean it, handsome. I really appreciate ya takin’ care o’me like this. I know I can be a handful at times,” he bit his lip. You didn’t argue. He lifted your hand and kissed the back because Jack was nothing if not a southern gentleman, no matter what state he was in.

“Of course, Jack. I know you’d do the same for me,” you said easily. Jack nodded. It went without saying, but you heard it anyway. Without a doubt, honeypie.

You gave him one more kiss on the forehead before turning away. You stopped in the doorway when you remembered something. “Oh, guess what happened at the grocery store?” You grinned excitedly.

“What’s that, baby?”

“I helped an old lady get some ice cream. She called me ‘young man’.”

Jack’s face lit up. He’d been with you since the start of your transition so he knew how much that meant to you. “Baby! That’s amazin’!”

“Yeah,” you giggled. “Just had to tell you. I’ll go get those tissues, okay?”

Jack nodded, one of the most lovesick looks on his face. He loved you so much and you loved him in turn. 

You’d take care of him when he was sick for as long as possible if it meant seeing that face more often.

[enilehtnorevol]

do you have any thoughts to share i looove your posts when you indulge in some semi-analysis/opinions

(also i'd love to hear your opinions on the harbingers buuut i get that life is life and busy probably)

have the nicest day possible!!

thank you!!

i don't really have much to say about half of them so

arlecchino's redemption arc does nothing to the fact that house of the hearth is a child trafficking network. it doesn't matter how much she supposedly cares for the children if what people under her command do is travel around teyvat kill adults and take their orphaned children who are then groomed into doing the same after growing up

will like both 'tartaglia's to simple to recognise pulcinella's manipulations and ulterior motives' and 'scara just always assumes worst of people' turns of events

i like how differently scara talks about those who had higher ranks than him and those who had lower. ones are ridiculously strong shady bitches (and capitano who he hates for not having anything to be hated for) and the others are pathetic losers, which makes him either the strongest of the losers or the weakest of the elite since he's right in the middle lmao

i used to headcanon/theorize that, if 'vision is given in the most critical moment of person's life to help overcome the crisis and achieve goals' is true, pantalone didn't get one because he was seen as capable enough on his own and not in need of devine assistance. however, since its pretty clear theres more behind visions than aspiring fairytales, would be to naive to believe this to be the case

hc/theorize that signora used to be a part of hexenzirkel and her fiance's death was the reason witches turned against barbatos, but then venti explained the situation and they were like 'hey girl.......... we hate to say it but. is there a possibility that you might've?? overreacted a bit????' and she couldn't believe/accept it so she left them and hates to be associated with witches ever since

tartaglia should be at the club

[the-badger-mole]

You're absolutely right, and you should say so you should also probably get off of Twitter, but I really just want to watch muskox's downfall this Christmas.

Aang has Katara on a pedestal. We literally see her through his eyes as this shinny, perfect object. He can't handle her being annoyed and petty with Toph. Of course he wouldn't be able to handle Katara's rage. The only reason she didn't kill Yon Rah is that he was too pathetic and, well, yeah because it was also a kids' show on Nickelodeon. It's not that Katara is at her core against retribution coming by bloodshed. If Yon Rah had fought back, she would've killed him, and Aang would've never looked at her the same way.

Zuko, on the other hand, knew Katara's rage intimately. Not just because he'd been on the receiving end, but also because he'd felt it himself. That's why he knew better than anyone- better than Sokka, even- that she needed that confrontation. I'm sure he expected her to kill Yon Rah, but he understood her decision not to. Neither choice would change how he saw her, because he actually saw her. Unlike Aang.

when i got on twitter and said if katara had killed yon rha, zuko’s opinion of katara’s core character wouldn’t have changed (we even see that the split second shot of him seeing her blood bend) but aang’s would have- THEY NAILED ME TO THE FUCKING STAKE YALL! they hated jesus because he told the truth!

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The Time Blades Sang Karaoke With Optimus Prime

"Oh oh oh, and have I ever told you about the time Optimus and I sang karaoke?" Why no Blades. You did not. Allow me to tell everyone for you. So- That's all this one-shot is! More fun with Blades, Ratchet, and Orion!

"C'mon Ratch! Sing with me!" Blades tugged on Ratchet's arm. The ATV had picked up a whining tone that had quickly started to get on Ratchet's nerves. "No. I'm not singing." "But it would be funnnnn," Blades hung off his roommate's arm. Ratchet pried Blades's servo off and let the smaller bot fall to the floor. "Go find someone else to pester," Ratchet stepped over Blades's frame. "But Jazz is busy DJ-ing and nobody else wants to sing with me!" Blades whined as he pulled himself off the floor. The bot looked miserable. "Pleeeease?" Blades widened his optics and gave a small pout, trying to look cute. Cute had never worked on Ratchet before and neither were under the impression it would start now. Ratchet sidestepped his rather pathetic looking roommate and swiped a cube of high-grade before returning to the party. Blades sighed and slumped to the floor once again. Ratchet was usually more open to partying with Blades, but the taller medic wasn't up to Blades's type of fun. Probably off talking to- Blades shot up from the ground. "ORION PAX!" Blades popped his wheels out of his pedes and darted into the party. He found the blue and red archivist downing a cube of high-grade, as expected. Most everything Blades knew about the mech, outside of these parties, was through Ratchet. That is to say, Blades didn't know Orion very well at all. Good thing you didn't need to know someone to drag them into karaoke. Blades grabbed Orion by the arm and dragged him up to Jazz, who was in charge of all the music. (It did not occur to Blades that Orion so easily followed because Blades, much like Ratchet, was white and orange. And Orion was overcharged as per usual.) "Jazz! Orion and I would like to sing-" "Shut Up and Dance!" Orion had a wide grin on his face. "Got it! The mics are all yours!" Whatever high energy song Jazz had been playing transitioned into a familiar beat that had Blades more than excited. Surprisingly, it was Orion's voice that started tham off. The archivist was tapping his pede to the beat, his optics bright from overcharge. "Don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me. I said you're holding back she said shut up and dance with me," Blades watched Orion at the mic, not yet having joined him. The ATV let out a shaky vent and adjusted his hold on the mic. "This woman is my destiny she said-" "Oo ooo~ Shut up and dance with me!" Blades joined in, singing the lyrics with all his spark. "We were victims of the night, the chemical, physical kryponite! Helpless to the bass and the fading light, oh~ we were bound to get together! Bound to get together!" Singing together was so fun! Ratchet didn’t join Blades enough. He really ought to remedy that.

--

Ratchet watched as his closest friends danced and sang together. The song was catchy, a pop tune he was sure he had heard before. It was also likely Orion's choice, as the mech was the one to start singing first. The medic took a small sip of his cube. Hopefully, this would prevent Blades from asking karaoke from him too often. Ratchet had no place in the center of attention. And neither did Blades, outside of these parties.

--

Blades needed to get Ratchet on this stage next. This was so much more fun than usual! Orion had wound the mic cord around his leg, somehow managing not to trip over it. Blades twirled his cord like a ribbon. It was as elegant as it was an uncoordinated, overcharged dance.

--

Back in the audience, a young enforcer was snickering into his cube. Streetwise loved these shindigs. Good high-grade, good entertainment, and if the way Orion was already struggling with his mic cord was anything to go by, something funny too.

--

Blades hadn't actually considered how dangerous the mic cords were. He still twirled his like it was an extension of himself. He should consider adding a winch to his frame. But the winch could wait for another time. He'd say a time after karaoke but- It was like slow motion, the cord just a bit tighter, Orion, who made the wrong step, and then- CRASH! Orion was sprawled out on the floor, still rather happy, but a bit bruised up. Blades let out a squeak and hurried to help up his fallen friend. Both of them were laughing, as were most others who bore witness to Orion's blunder. Ratchet was absolutely cackling, he had likely seen this coming.

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"Ratch? You up for karaoke?" Blades asked, though there wasn't any party this time. There was a mischievous twinkle in his optics Ratchet set his datapads down with a soft thunk. There was no way that Blades would be getting Ratchet to join him any time soon. "You can return these." The taller medic left the room without another word. "Wait! Ratchet!! I'm sorry!" Blades scrambled after his roommate. Ratchet laughed to himself as Blades chased after him. With luck, Blades adopted Orion as his new karaoke partner.

[sufferu]

Out of all of your IFs, which Subaru is having the best Christmas?

Pffft, alright that’s fun. I’ll keep this limited to the ones that are significantly different from canon:

Crusch IF: Assuming this is post-Whale and not that crack fic prompt I wrote last year, it’s��honestly it’s a pretty good Christmas. He’s practically the darling of the Crusch Camp at this point, so like at least half of those people have decided to get him at least something small. This is especially the case since they still haven’t actually publicly acknowledged his contribution to the Whale/Sloth fight due to him being in no condition to receive that sort of recognition, and even though that was absolutely the kindest thing they could have done at the moment a lot of them STILL feel pretty guilty about it. Then there are people like Crusch, Wilhelm, Ferris, Julius, Reinhard, the Pearlbaton triplets, Ricardo, Joshua, Emilia, etc. who actually have a personal relationship with him of some sort and very much want to help this psychotic mess that he’s devolved into regain some semblance of holiday spirit. —Plus, if we’re taking that crack fic as canon, them celebrating Christmas this year is in and of itself a bit of an inside joke and a way to try and nudge him into participating in something that he’s already demonstrated a level of real joy towards.

Of course, from Subaru’s POV he’s still surrounded by all his murderers/living echoes of the loved ones he watched die fuck knows how many times, so. There’s that. But…this is a level of genuine affection that’s actually genuinely difficult to misunderstand as a threat, so…there’s a good chance it actually breaks through after all.

If it does go well, then Subaru is both incredibly touched and also mortified at the realization that he didn’t get anyone any presents. Everyone points out that they didn’t get HIM anything last year, so, it kind of evens out. He probably cries. When he sits down to eat with everyone, it’s the first time in months he can actually taste his meal.

Back to Zero IF: …Look. They TRIED. They really, REALLY tried. But everything went to hell at some point or another — the meal got completely fucked up, a bunch of gifts got destroyed, someone set the tree on fire, another Mabeast somehow got loose across the Estate — and now they’re all scrambling to make sure they don’t somehow murder Subaru via this abomination borne from the holiday spirit. Julius shoves a handful of snow down the back of his shirt at one point in an attempt to cheer him up. At one point they take their eyes off of him and he falls into freezing water, and now he gets to spend the rest of the season bedridden with a really bad cold while Wilhelm angrily berates the poor landscapers about the pond that everyone had previously thought couldn’t possibly kill anyone. Subaru is not having a great Christmas.

Nect Reveal IF: Julius wanted to do something nice for him, and also Subaru is apparently just a couple months old and therefore the baby of the Anastasia Camp. It’s not as over the top as Crusch IF but everyone is having fun. The Pearlbatons have decided that Subaru makes for the best chair, whether he wants to be a chair or not. He’s not as annoyed by this as he pretends to be and everyone knows it.

Runaway IF: Assuming that Subaru actually figures out the date, he manages to celebrate by stealing a little more bread than usual — and even some berries! He looks so pathetic that the shopkeeper just lets him, even though he really could have stopped him very easily. Holiday spirit for the win I guess.

House Arrest IF: Absolute chaos. Tonchinkan, Subaru, and Felt all set the Astrea Manor on fire somehow while they were trying to put together a holiday surprise for the rest of the camp. It was Subaru’s idea, and the other four are going to be very loud about that fact once Reinhard gets back from running errands.

Nameless Wanderer IF: Schwartz and Julius are going on a date. Neither of them realize that this is a date.

[hovelicher-unsin]

i learned of kenningar recently. basically they are metaphors used in the old songs of the edda, composed of usually two or three parts. for example "svanfjalla" means "swan mountain" and therefore means "waves" or "hestr svanfjalla" – horse of the swan mountans – means ship.

and these kenningar usually are just these two or three mushed together words to make space for the meaning of another one, but they could be a lot more complex and have up to five or six parts and with these, as they aren't used in other texts and are specific to one poem, the poets probably showed off their skill.

we can read these old texts and read these kenningar and translate them and all these words stand in for a simple thing, but the poet was so proud of their way to describe it. and we can still see the skill, we can maybe feel an echo of that pride because who wouldn't feel like a genius when making up a six word metaphor for a simple word like the ocean?

old texts connect us with the people back then. a poem from hundreds of years ago is still a poem and we can read it and we understand it and we know the pride of one's skill that inevitably shows itself.

how i am i supposed to feel normal about this.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

He was just being a silly little guy!

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[tradingjack]

From the firmament above, a blood-red eye looks down upon us.

[beatcroc]

pest control.

bonus:

*UPDATE: i made a sequel

[anxioussquiidlery]

Man idk

[all-pacas]

it's so funny they made chase a surgeon later on, because if there's one department of the hospital full of people who personally hate and have been victimized by house, it's the OR. ayersman in the mistake gets blackmailed by house, hourani is a reoccurring surgeon character house is constantly barging into and ruining the day of, dave thomas is introduced later as head of the department and also hates house. it's not just house, either: in the mistake, ayersman is outright having a prayer circle hoping house and chase get fired. chase and thomas have a physical fight in the hallways in 5 to 9.

so chase gets fired and goes from special lapdog to house's underling behind enemy lines, which is funny enough as it is. no wonder he immediately goes from desperate for house's love in s3 to "i don't know him" in s4 and 5. peer pressure is a hell of a thing.

but to me what is truly transcendent is that in s5, it's literally stated and confirmed that chase got down to business and kissed dave "in a year we will have a public hallway fight" thomas's ass so hard he can get any surgery done he wants. just bat his eyes and get thomas to do dangerous useless neurosurgery as a personal favor. literally went into this place where everyone hates him and his former boss and kissed so much ass he can do anything he wants. amazing.

[deer-a-day]

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perhaps she would be in a cartoon