#looks-like-his-dad-itis

[gigamuffinsofie]

misguided son and favouritism dad

[nomairuins]

aww its kinda cute finding me complaining abt my dads whole lisa thing from 2017. honestly so overshadowed by everything else and also i was so annoying when i was 12 aw .

[rachelfloof]

I saw this and immediately knew I had to make something

so here's the situation, ity bity Dark Choco was just given these robes. Dark Cacao places him in front of a mirror so he can see how he looks and he just stares into the mirror like THIS.

He proudly walks around with his new robes and when people compliment him on it he just goes, "Thank you, my dad got them for me" xd

[arverst-aegnar]

Day 30: Time Loop/Time Travel

heck yeah, i completed two days this year!!

the ending is a bit more abrupt than i wanted, but it just was not cooperating with me, and i was afraid that if i left it too long with my other incomplete Zutara Month ideas it might get infected with "takes too long to finish -itis". so here it is.

The word spreads quickly, covering the entire Earth Kingdom in a matter of days and reaching the Northern Water Tribe’s court within a week. Even the remnant of the Southern Water Tribe, all but forgotten at the bottom of the world, hears about it before the new moon.

Fire Lord Ozai is dead. His successor, Fire Lord Iroh, has declared his intentions to put an end to his nation’s war of domination. Petitions for peace and offers of reparations are being extended to all world leaders.

The Southern Water Tribe elders suspect a trap of some kind. Some think the proposed Peace Conference is actually an opportunity for him to kill the other nations’ leadership, leaving them vulnerable to his armies. Others suspect a subtler scheme to conquer the rest of the world through diplomacy, or perhaps a combination of culture and technology. 

For Sokka and Katara, who only hear the news by listening intently outside the elders’ meeting tent, there are more pressing matters at hand.

“Dad’s going to need me with him at this Peace Conference,” Sokka declares. He pulls out his boomerang and takes aim at a snowman some of the little kids built last week. “Whatever the Fire Nation’s planning, it’s no match for Southern Water Tribe ingenuity!”

Katara worries her bottom lip with her teeth. “What happened to Fire Lord Ozai?”

Sokka scoffs. “Who cares? He was a big, fat jerkbender like all of them. Probably set his bed on fire ‘cause he was roasting the Earth King in his sleep.”

She says nothing as her brother goes to pull his boomerang out of the snowman’s head. Nor does she say anything when her father announces that he and his entire family will be attending the Peace Conference, along with several of his best warriors. 

On the ship, she delights in opportunities to use her waterbending to speed it on its way, or to play pranks on Sokka, but often she is found deep in thought, wearing a pensive look much too old for her.

“You’re strangely quiet,” Kya observes as they prepare to disembark. The voyage is over, but the journey to Omashu will take at least another day. “Something eating you, sealpup?” She pokes her daughter in the side, which provokes a giggle that quickly fades. Face unusually solemn, Katara shakes her head. Kya frowns, but leaves the matter be.

The entry into Omashu is packed like salted fish in a barrel, people from all over drawn to the Peace Conference, but an envoy from the king gives their delegation precedence over the rest. Sokka cranes his head back to take in the architecture. Kya’s gaze flits around, trying to take in the variety of clothing worn by native and visitor alike. Hakoda’s attention is on his family, but he makes sure he knows where all his warriors are at the same time. Kanna, riding an ostrich horse graciously provided by the king, seems mostly interested in staying upright, but her head turns every now and then when a familiar scent wafts in from one of the market stalls. Katara, kept at the center of her family unit, has no interest to spare for any of it.

When they reach the palace, they are immediately brought to the main hall, where King Bumi, Chief Arnook, and three of the Earth Kingdom’s Council of Five await them, as well as Fire Lord Iroh. No sooner are the official introductions made than Katara turns to Fire Lord Iroh and, with a hasty bow, demands, “Did Zuko come with you?” A half-second later, flustered, she stutters, “I - I mean Prince Zuko.”

In the chaos of the sudden trip, some things were left to the last minute, and that includes the talk Hakoda and Kya intended to give their children about how to behave in front of foreign royalty. The blood drains from Kya’s face. Hakoda, his face a storm of anger stirred up by fear, takes a step toward Katara, prepared to pull her back to safety. But before he can, to their astonishment a broad smile spreads across the Fire Lord’s face. With a shallow bow, he waves a hand toward a door behind them. “Prince Zuko is in the garden, but I am sure he would not mind the company, if your parents think it acceptable.”

Katara is running towards the door before he finishes speaking.

*****

Katara knows she’s going to get in trouble for this later. It’s her own fault, putting off the explanation for so long, acting like the little girl they believe her to be -- as much as she can, at least. But whatever punishment they think up is nothing compared to what’s waiting for her in that garden.

If he doesn’t remember, if she’s still all alone in this, then no punishment could be worse. If he does …

She’s never seen the garden in the Omashu palace before. It’s more ornamental than the ones she’s used to, and the main features seem to be rocks and crystals more than trees and flowers. But she can sense water -- a fair amount of it, too, like a small pond -- and she doesn’t have to follow it far before she sees him.

Zuko is next to the pond, his back to her. He’s smaller than she’s ever seen him, and not just because he’s sitting down. His hair is long enough to brush his shoulders, even pulled up into the traditional topknot. Like his uncle, he is dressed in Fire Nation red and gold, but the cut of his robes looks different to her untrained eyes -- Earth Kingdom style, perhaps? Surrounding him are half-a-dozen turtleducklings, and the wave of affection that sweeps over her freezes her in place.

“Hey now.” She recognizes that mildly scolding tone, even if his voice is a little different than the one in her memory. “You have to share with your sister. You’re not getting more seeds just because you’re bigger.”

Katara tries to say something, but it seems all the words she wants to say are trying to come out at once, and have jammed up in her throat. She stumbles back half a step.

The crunch of the gravel under her feet gets his attention. His head turns slightly in her direction, then he’s leaping to his feet, turning towards her -- 

Oh.

He doesn't have the scar.

For one moment, Zuko stares at her with wide eyes. Then in the next, he’s closed the gap between them, pulling her into the tightest hug she’s ever had. Katara wraps her arms around him and buries her face into his shoulder. “Katara,” he breathes, and a little sob escapes her at the familiarity and warmth in that single word.

“Zuko,” she manages. Her voice wobbles but does not break on the name like she thought it might. “Oh, Zuko.”

He pulls back too soon, but he cups her cheek with one hand while the other brushes her hair out of her eyes. Katara tries to smile at him, but it’s hard when every emotion of the past three years wants to pour out at once. Instead, she reaches up and gently touches his left cheek. The skin is smooth and whole under her fingers.

Zuko closes his eyes, but not before she catches a flash of pain. Immediately, she knows what must have happened. Why he has no scar. How Ozai must have died.

“I thought I was dreaming at first,” he says hoarsely. “I told him off. Yelled at him for being a terrible father and a worse Fire Lord. Then -”

Katara shakes her head and pulls him back to her. This time he’s the one to bury his head in her shoulder. “I know,” she tells him, her throat still choked. “I know. I did too.”

Later, she thinks, she’ll tell him about Yon Rha. About how in her determination not to relive the worst day of her life, she had pulled on his blood with a ferocity she had only seen herself use in nightmares. What his corpse had looked like, afterwards, and the look on her mother’s face. How what had once been a fantasy of power and relief had, if only for a little while, become a horrifying reality. Maybe she’ll finally find the words to describe the contradictory emotions that have been warring in her ever since, but even if she doesn’t, it will be okay, because now she has someone who will understand.

For the moment, she holds him close as they both succumb to tears.

[koifish67]

Overwatch x GN! Reader adopting a kid part 1

Tw mentions of vomit

(Since solider 76 is CANON gay, his section will have have he/him pronouns for you(

(The baby is a girl)

Mako is a good dad, a great dad even.

You’d think he’d get annoyed easily by the crying of the baby, but he simply will just scoop up the small human and cradle them ever so gently.

His nickname for his baby? “puawai iti” (little flower in the Māori language)

He’ll put his baby on his stomach with a hand on them and omg it so adorable.

You catch him staring at you while holding the baby, he’ll lie if you ask if he was smiling. (He 100% was)

When he’s out and about he has his baby in a sling on him, it has lil pachimari all over it. He also dresses her in a cute pachimari onesie!

Is scared to feed her but after you show him he’s a bit more confident. Does the airplane thing 100%.

Scared but happy, he genuinely is scared that he’ll accidentally hurt his baby by doing something stupid. But happy cause he finally gets to have a kid with you.

Makes baby clothes and it looks cute! Probably goes crazy when he sees baby shoes.

Puts all his dangerous explosive stuff on a very high shelf.

Cant change diapers for the life of him, like he will gag and vomit if he has to, so it’s your job now.

Giggles so much if she farts or burps, he takes videos of it and sends it to you with him giggling in the background.

Dresses her in very funny costumes and onesies.

ROADHOG BABYSITTIER!!!

Hanzo

Omg is so so happy he finally gets to have a kid with you. He always wanted a kid, and a kid with YOU, his dream is coming true.

When he finally gets to see his child, he starts crying and hugging you and his new baby girl.

Dresses his baby in cute little dresses! He found a cute dragon onesie and is obsessed with it.

Calls her “my little dragon”

Is a pro at feeding, changing diapers, calming her down, and making her laugh.

He spoils her so much that her room is engulfed with stuffed animals, blankets, and the cutest baby bottles.

The dragons love her, they cuddle her all the time.

Mcree

Is super excited, like omg I’m gonna be a father finally!

Dresses her in a lil cowboy hat sometimes it’s so cute, its brown with little bees on it. Has her own little cow boy boots to.

Feeds her like a pro!

Does that thing where she’ll toss her in the hair and catch her, gently of course.

If he’s out and about he has a baby carrier with horses all over it.

Doesn’t smoke when she’s with him, refuses it and will never do it. He actually stops a lot and rarely does in the future.

Has pictures of her and you in his hat, takes it out to show it off to his teammates.

“Look at my amazing husband/wife/partner and our baby!”

Calls her “my little cowgirl”

Doomfist

Very excited! He’s gonna be a dad! It makes him so happy to have a baby with you.

“I cant be evil today I’m to busy being a dad”

I’m sorry but he’s really bad at matching her outfits, but she’s dressed so it doesn’t really matter.

So gentle to her, he treats her like the most breakable glass in the world.

Lots of plushes, so many omg.

He makes her dance, like he does that thing where he moves her arms and legs to make her dance and it’s adorable.

Her first words are “dada” and he starts fucking sobbing.

Solider 76

OMG HES FINALLY A FUCKING DAD! He crys in your chest when that happens

Loves taking her around everywhere in a stroller, especially at the park when he’s on his daily run.

“Where’s the wife today?”

“My HUSBAND is at home making lunch.”

Mercy babysits for you

Stricks me as the guy who builds everything, like he built her crib, a shelf, her diaper changing paper.

Has 20 books on parenting, and asks Ana a lot of questions to.

Starts crying when she touches his face and giggles, his heart is all warm and fuzzy.

Goes to check ups with mercy with her

Dilf

Starts crying when she says her first words.

[waitmyturtles]

OKAY. From here on out, I am only watching Kidnap with alcohol. A nice frosty marg, a bubbly mimosa, a goblet of a spritz. A bowl of warm cashews or Marcona almonds as a little hors d'oeuvre. I wanna have the energy of Yada smirking while stepping on Min -- that's how I'll fully embrace the GMMTV-ity of this show.

At least this week's episode (episode 6 for my tracking) was more digestible than last week's. I joked to some of my friends during my watch that I want to be in the room when a new GMMTV series is storyboarded, with pink post-its bearing the word "ROMANCE" pasted over anything else bearing a plot.

Here's the thing, though! So Yada wants to use Q as a pawn to get Kacha off her ass? Q feeling like a pariah because he's traumatized to think that people who get close to him will lose their lives? THERE COULD BE A STORY THERE! AND WE'D GET TO SEE MORE OF YADA, which we want/need in this show. We need her criminal sessiness more, A LOT MORE.

But yeah, as I understand what happened with Peaceful Property this week (I don't go there, though), we had more plot glossed over for the memorable wubby bits... but, cough cough, at least you're not going to hear me complain about Min/Ohm in that studio (lemme sip on dat drink for a sec, whew golly).

Let me quickly complain about Leng, though. He's just not experienced enough, even for a bad script. I'd argue the bad script is making him look WORSE, as he's got really nothing to work towards, not a grapple on a ladder to climb onto. I'd be afraid of him attempting real emotional build-up of a complicated and sensible plot, but even a straightforward, easily digestible romance-only plot might have been better for him than this, where he has to change emotional postures depending on if he's running away, if he's pushing someone away, or if he's involved in the lean-in. He's not able to switch up his emotional constitutions for the sake of representing Q as the complicated character he's supposed to be, and it's weighing the show down.

Not that this is the only thing weighing the show down, but at least the plot moved forward.... kinda, although wtf dad Kacha for blaming Q's EMOTIONS for getting him into trouble -- well done taking accountability, DAD. At least that bit was in-line insane with the rest of the show, and kind of hilarious when you think about it.

ANYWAY -- next week, KIDNAP HAPPY HOUR IS ON ME.

(P.S. PLEASE GIVE ME A SPOTLIGHT ON SUEA/PAPANG'S CONFLICTS NEXT WEEK, PLEEEEEEEEZE. MORE PAPANG.)

[hozukitofu]

kkir fic idea 💡 might write it or someone else can adopt this and run with it

i work at an australian magistrate court as a paralegal and kkir (my ninja dads) remind me of the police prosecution vs defence lawyer negotiation throwdowns. kakashi is literally all the weird and eccentric lawyer i've ever met (you need to be weird to be sane) and iruka just acts like all the other very nice but firm prosecutors at court to me

imagine hotshot perpetually late but so so brilliant defence barrister kakashi (mr hatake) negotiating a better outcome for his clients. he's always laid back because he knows he's that good, dresses in the same suit every time, gets away with wearing a facemask in court and literally only ever fixes his terrible posture at the bar table and whilst in court. he tried to ask the magistrate to let him salute the coat of arms (instead of bowing like everyone else) when he first got transferred down to the lowly magistrates' court but got promptly shot down (the compromise was the mask). he was working as a top queen's counsel for the private city law firm then got mysteriously transferred to their regional branch in a 'mentoring role' (a bunch of graduated law students interning actually quit their postgrad studies because he was really harsh and had really arbitrary rules tbh). so my man's in a bad mood ALL THE TIME (literally unprovoked) and has no personal assigned paralegals because no one can stand him. his assigned clerk has the patience of a saint and the tolerance for no bullshit (it's rin) he makes outrageous plea offers with prosecution and it's the best/worst time down at court. he also cross examines like the person at the mic personally wronged him, which isn't great if it is a protected person in a family violence case, or any witness at all, but very eye opening to see

down at court you have the sweetest man ever sergeant umino ('please call me iruka') in the dog box(what we call the prosecution office). he has a law degree (admittedly from a nowhere regional university but he is admitted to practice as a legal practitioner) and way too overqualified for the police force, but he wants to make a difference before going to teach full time or practising law full time. he's nice about everything (printers, legal advice, referrals, talking to anyone) except for paperwork which he is anal about. he wields stamps like weapons and every time an informant is shown to have filled out their paperwork wrong he calls them up directly (how does he even have their direct line?) to chew them out, but super nicely. adjournments, unmentionable dates, requests - don't need to provide reasons, iruka will approve. he not-so-secretly made copies of his police badge so paralegals can print documents off the police printers. he always gets snacks and coffees for court registrars and referral officers. he has bags of lollies for little kids. iruka teaches community service and justice studies for the vocational college nearby. he also has the occasional stint as a university lecturer only for first year law kiddies, and teaches also senior high school legal studies electives. beyond stamps and paperwork, he is the law down to the letter, sometimes to the spirit. if the facts look bad, especially if it is family violence or egregious failure to appear/warrants then he would be a hardass to lawyers. my man however is not opposed to diversion especially if the accused are kids.

so like fanon, kakashi brings outrageous plea offers to the dog box whenever iruka is in -- 'can you withdraw [most serious charge]' 'you can't prove that she was fearing for her life' 'he's never had a criminal record so can't you give him a slap on the wrist and send him a bond?' iruka shuts that shit down every time. he has a case of bleeding heart-itis so occasionally they CAN collaborate to help truly at risk offenders to reorient their lives. kakashi complains that iruka agreeing without a yelling match feels worthless but deep down he doesn't mind when iruka isn't in full hate mode AT him. kakashi thought that iruka would be all snobbish because police prosecutors who hold law degrees tend to act like they're better than everyone else but iruka is overall down-to-earth, hi-i'm-here-to-help. can't push him around though, but he's all about the learning experience so he encourages postgrad law kids and volunteers to have a go at him. for the real thing, defence lawyers groan good-naturedly when they hear he's in the dog box. kakashi seems to be the only who delights in riling him up, but in the rare instance that everyone agrees BUT the magistrate says otherwise and hands down a harsher sentence, he would be handing up paperwork for a contest hearing SO FAST kakashi wouldn't have time to consult with the client. there's a deal between him and kakashi for a stack of signs form 11As can be dealt out when absolutely needed. despite going at each other's throats on the clock, sooo many people have seen them getting lunch together or just talking about their mutual student naruto.

in this universe naruto did not complete high school, went through to vocational studies, took a pathway to uni instead. somehow he, sakura and sasuke end up at the same law firm (naruto is a bit older than the other two but acts precisely like a teenage eshay ALL THE TIME). why does he want to practise criminal law? because it looks cool and he wants to make the bar. his mum is a judge and his dad is a speaker of the senate/cabinet member so... it runs in the family. sasuke is following alongside the traditional asian career choice: doctor, lawyer or engineer. my man hates maths with a passion so lawyer it is. i know it's weird that sakura would be doing a law degree knowing she could be doing a med degree but hear me out: i met and know and am friends with girls who studied double degree law/biomed, finish their law degree, said fuck it I'll be a lawyer what's so bad, otherwise i can come back, and now making big massive bucks. though i imagine sakura will specialise in personal injury cases as well as mental health tribunals, then might go back to university for her med degree. she will be that cousin who lived 6 lives already - was a doctor and a lawyer and your mother would not stop comparing you to her. she needs a bit of instinct training but her academics are spotless. sasuke is ruthless but can't connect with clients. naruto maybe brash and loud but he plays on people's heartstrings like a conductor when presenting a bail app or plea. everything is the way it is so that iruka can move naruto's admission to become a lawyer when he applies for admission at the supreme court

anyways iruka will retire from police work to teach full time, maybe sign on to work for a community legal centre to appear for bail apps for remanded offenders picked up in the cells. he accidentally yelled at kakashi one day to go out and kakashi thought it was too funny to not go along with. now they raise 8 dogs, 3 full grown adults and all of iruka's students together. they fight about everything, but might slip into really formal legalese (passover aggressive fuck-you) when they're being annoying or really pissed off. naruto sometimes has to adjudicate these fights and he can't stop being scared for his LIFE.

kakashi: your honour, my learned colleague here had erred in his submission that i had, conclusively, not promised such things

iruka immediately pulling out receipts: your honour, may i submit evidence contradicting otherwise

(they were fighting about whose turn it is to do the dishes. there were only oral agreements in place but once you're both lawyers you just get used to writing everything down and signing to bring up in an argument later)

(iruka also cross examines kakashi for funsies, but they mainly shelf this for when arguments are bad and they need to pull out the big guns)

anyways if anyone ends up writing this please tag me

[neverchecking]

Welcome to the Rabbit Hole~

Hello, Darlings~ I know most writers don't do this, but I can understand how frustrating it can be to go to a writer's page, read about a specific AU, but have no way of getting to the beginning to join the fun. So, here we are! Welcome to Cinder's Navigation of my current AU's!

Sweet but Psycho AU:

˚ ✦An AU where the Reader is not only aware of the boys' tendencies, but encourages it.

The start (This is kind of where the idea bubbles up)

How does the Chain feel? (Short version)

The Rewards (Ft. Bozai)

Sage figures it out (I love this sm honestly-)

In what order does the rest of the Chain find out?

Thoughts on the 'Sit on my Face' request with this Reader

Just this. All of this. (If nothing else read this one.)

Dom! Sadistic Reader punishing a Link (Also this one.)

Thoughts on Ganon.

Reader who loves giving affection

A new kind of punishment (Og starter)

Holy Grail AU:

˚ ✦An AU where Reader is not only their God(dess), but an actual god(dess), and now has a soul bond with every Link after saving them.

The Start

Cal gets some attention

Possible reasoning for the Soul bond?

The problem with Hylia

Mostly general Sage and his Zelda tidbit

More Zelda slander and why Reader is good foil against her.

Zelda and Reader meet.

The Chain gets a Baby bit Renamed: THE BABY CHAIN (>:D):

˚ ✦Not an AU, but this took off and I want it accessible. Basically, Poly! Chain with Pregnant! Reader, and the children that come of it.

The post that started it all

Who's getting a baby first?

Baby looks like Reader?

Sage and the Twins that aren't his.

Fierce Daddy-ity

Cursed Link. That's it. That's the Tweet.

The start of the debate.

The boys are dolphins.

TWO DADS

The debate PART 2 INCLUDING REBUTTALS

Let's talk genetics :)

BIG BROTHER WIND and Dad! Four ig

Sky is a baby leash parent

Wind as the best big brother while the others fight over who the bd is

Fierce Deity Baby Daddy

Sky as a dad :)

The chain with kids hghgg READ THIS ONE

Sky is perfect. Thats it. Thats the tweet.

Househusband sky

Dad Warriors

Four's daughter also splits

The colors vs Their Mini-me's. Take one. (Take two)

Dad! Ravio

The Fierce kiddos shenanigans

The triplets fighting over if the kid is theirs. (Me bs-ing why it's all of theirs)

Lightbulb baby.

Four needs to learn to wrap it b4 he taps it bc this is getting out of hand- /j

Universe switch

˚ ✦Keep up with me and @my-insanity-is-an-artform 's ocs and if their universes got switched! Tia belongs to them and Aaliyah belongs to me!

Tia introduction

Tia's first moments in Sage's Hyrule

Tia looks at a feral man and decides he won't bit. (Yes he do)

How're the links handling the switch? (This just in; not well)

Tia is kidnapping someone. Even if they go willingly.

The start of it all (Go read this right now)

The Hateno home and The Sheikah

How's Sage doing?

When does the Switch happen?

The chain makes an appearance.

Merging Hyrules

Sage Vs. Fungus

Sage + Fungus Vs. everything else.

Sweetpea is enough.

Fucked around. Found out.

Wild and Cal make their reappearance.

Fungus is gonna be courted, Saaagge.

Sage and Aaliyah are good with kids (And the consequences)

Aaliyah is Regina George coded.

Found Family

Family and getting your back blown out (Those should never intertwine <3)

There are so many parents going around and yet Sage and Aaliyah still act fatherless </3

The Story:

Part 1: Something

Part 2: Portals

Sage acquires a baby

˚ ✦Sage acquires Baby! Reader and just. Takes them.

The acquisition.

Baby is a crawler

The acceptance

Baby's first Lynel attack &lt;3

Mama Wild

Co-parents Sage and Wild

Reader's real parents?

Custody battle Take one

Wild is trusting with child. More on this at seven.

Papa bear sage

Baby has a triforce?

Emotional support animal wolfie

Soft Sage dad

First steps

Monkey.

Dink makes an appearance

Baby Real mom

Baby goats

Navi

Sage and Wild Vs. Legend

Mastermind child

Menace child.

The Gerudo gain momentary custody

Wind is brother coded

Wild took back his custody

˚ ✦My Rules

˚ ✦My Masterlist

˚ ✦Main Navigation

[i-am-church-the-cat]

After watching 2024 ISU Montreal, Logan as a figure skater has been on my mind for the longest time.

god...aaaa...im rolling on the floor rn, i can't handle it

the years of my life invested in YOI and figure skating aus is unstoppable, i can't hold it back, i must type-ity-type

Logan's father introduced him and Dalton to ice skating through hockey. Even living in Florida, they had been fans of any and every sport. Football was a favorite, of course, as was basketball, baseball, soccer, lacrosse, sailing, surfing, skiing, and golf. High-contact sports were the most compelling to boys of their age, so when they learned that there was a sport where guys slammed into each other with knives on their feet, they had to check it out.

But starting hockey wasn't what made Logan fall in love with the ice. The first time he'd ever skated had been with his mother on a lake by her childhood home back up in Ohio. He'd been so small, stuck to her side like a barnacle, a mama's boy since the beginning.

The smooth glide of his feet across the clear surface was revelatory. The weight of himself was no longer holding him down, gravity was easier to fight on skates instead of shoes. The thin white lines they left behind them were entrancing. Logan never worried about getting lost because he always knew where he'd been.

Hockey was fun but it wasn't what Logan wanted. The ice wasn't made for chipped teeth and blood-soaked spit. Something that was safety and grace, as dangerous as it was beautiful, deserved more respect than that.

There was a kid on the team between his and Dalton's, Lance. He was cool in a weird sort of way and didn't care that Logan never knew when to speak and when to stay silent. They didn't hang out often and they've fallen out of touch since, but it was his fault that Logan became who he was.

Or, more accurately, his sister's.

Chloe wasn't very graceful but she was an artist and she loved the ice. If Logan got to practice early enough, he could watch the tail end of her figure skating practice. Mr. Stroll always rented out the entire rink for Chloe and her private figure skating coach, only the best for his daughter. So a lot of the times it would be just her, dancing on the ice, her coach, shouting critiques over her chosen music, and Logan, sitting lonely and enraptured in the stands.

It took him almost a month of watching Chloe before he got up the nerve to try out some of the things he had seen. The choreography wasn't that hard, though Logan's rhythm wasn't the greatest at nine years old. But the jumps were hard, and the jumps hurt, and he couldn't figure it out.

But something always made him get back up and keep trying. He couldn't stop once he got something stuck in his mind and the leaps and twists of figure skating jumps were stuck like flies in amber.

The first jump he ever landed was a toe loop. Not that he knew what it was called at the time, and he barely finished a whole rotation, but he stayed standing which was better than he had done in the couple weeks he'd been trying any time he could steal some ice time. When Logan had hit the ice, wobbling but not falling, he'd let out a shocked, delighted laugh. Instead of being sated, his fascination with figure skating just wanted more.

"You're a little old to not be landing singles."

Logan whirled around at the unexpected voice. He'd thought he was totally alone, the rink on the edges of closing. But there was Chloe Stroll's figure skating coach, looking at him with calculating eyes. Logan tried to hold himself up taller, to look more secure than he felt.

"I- I've never tried before," Logan had admitted. He'd felt embarrassed and then felt mad for feeling embarrassed. The coach had looked considering.

"Have you ever tried ballet? You might want to start there."

Logan, even at nine, had recoiled at the idea. It had taken all his courage just to practice figure skating in private, in steps and moments he could steal. But ballet was- his dad would never want him to do that. Dalton would laugh at him, the couple friends he had would think he's weird. He couldn't do ballet.

But he couldn't give up the ice, either. Even when his hockey season ended, Logan was at the rink every day, begging his mom to take him after school. He was older than most kids were when they started and he didn't have a coach or any proper training. If he wanted to do the kind of things Logan wanted to do on the ice, he'd have to push himself further, train his body more, practice for hours on end. A few hours every week wasn't enough.

It was nearing the summer time when Logan worked up all the courage in his little body to ask for ballet lessons. He'd done research, used the family computer to look up ballet teachers in the area, ones that specialized in training athletes for other sports. He had his arguments, his bargaining chips, his promises and dreams all held in the palm of his head.

Logan worked up the courage to ask.

And his father had laughed.

So had Dalton. The only one who didn't laugh was his mother, who saw the heartbreak Logan tried so hard to hide with his fake laughter. Of course, he was only joking. That was the only possibly explanation for why he would say such a thing.

Logan's dreams died that night. He resigned himself to copying jumps he saw on YouTube, stolen moments in the ice rink that felt safer than his own home sometimes.

But the next week, when his mom was taking him to the ice rink, Logan realized they'd made a wrong turn. When he mentioned it to his mom, she'd just shushed him. He'd been left in confusion all the way up to the small, squat building. He'd picked out the words on the sign in front of him like a crow picking out gems from the refuse.

Ayliah's Ballet School

Logan's dad was mad when he found out about the lessons a few months later. In response, Logan had brought all the figure skating magazines he'd been hoarding down from his room and showed them to his parents. The pages he'd bookmarked, the sketches he'd made to try and figure out a skater's pose, the torn-out descriptions of an intricate step sequence. He'd looked up at his dad with big, desperate eyes, willing him to understand the inextricable draw figure skating had at him.

By the time he started fifth grade, Logan had a ballet teacher and figure skating coach. By the end of fifth grade, he had landed his first triple jump.

--

At 19, Logan was the most anxious he could ever remember being. He was also more excited than he thought physically possible.

It was his third year in the senior series, and for the first time, he'd been invited to two ISU grand prix. He had an actual chance at the world championships, something he hadn't had since he won the junior series at 16.

Logan's choreography that year was good, really good. He'd put way more work into his presentation after what an opposing skater had said to him at nationals last year.

"Your jumps might have won you one championship, but everyone can jump in the senior series. Stand out, Logan, or get out."

For Logan, who had never cared much what music he had or what step sequences he did as long as it got him enough points, it was a rough wake up call. He was proud of his jumps, the technical perfection he'd spent years and years honing. He could now land the the quad toe loop, quad salchow, and quad Lutz consistently in competition. But his artistry left something to be desired, and it hurt his program scores in the long run.

He'd changed that this year. He'd worked with his choreographer for months to find the right music, the right transitions, the right spins and steps. Logan had even reached out to a figure skater he'd skated with in the junior leagues who always had the best costumes about his stylist.

The first thing he'd noticed about the ice was that it was a canvas, a glistening field just awaiting someone to paint it in soft white stripes. He'd fallen in love with the danger of it, the allure, but he had neglected the emotional appeal. Madame Ayliah would surely be disappointed if he saw him.

But not this year. Not with a short program as bold as the one he had this year, not with a free skate this spellbinding. Logan had even started drafting ideas for a exhibition state, caught in the draw of expressing his emotions on the ice. He was never good at being vulnerable but this year, the ice demanded it of him. He demanded it of himself.

The US could send three men's figure skaters to the World Championships. Three out of thousands. Logan was going to show why he deserved to be one of them.

One day, Logan would lay on the ice, bleeding and broken, and know its cruel love had run out. But today, it welcomed him home.

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For your next delight!

Thank you, friend! So because I also suffer from can’t-shut-up-itis, I would like to share some of my epiphany in the shower last night.

I’ve mentioned before about having a WIP about Rebecca and her relationships that stemmed from the line that came to me while on vacation back in September:

No one tells you how devastating it is to lose your father while he’s still alive.

But then, upon discussions with you and also your ask after publishing apologies from my tongue, but never yours about the plethora of Bad Dads (or could be Bad Dads) in the TL universe I thought I could rework the other fic into that. And who else is having a bad time at Rebecca’s father’s funeral? You guessed it: Jamie.

So here is a snippet of what I wrote last night:

One look at Jamie’s face told Rebecca she wasn’t the only one in need of some alone time.

“It’s okay,” Rebecca said, voice softening. “You can stay.”

Jamie looked unsure and lost, eyes tracking between Rebecca and the exit slightly behind her.

“I want you to stay,” Rebecca added, surprising even herself. “Sit. Please.”

Jamie dropped immediately back to the floor, legs crossed. So the rumours were true then. The new and improved Jamie Tartt was as well trained as the English Foxhounds her Uncle Alastair took hunting.

“I’m sorry,” Jamie offers, clearing his throat, his voice sounded as if he had been crying. “About your Dad. Uh, it must be difficult. I can’t imagine.”

There was an incident in the changing room.

Higgins’ words after the Manchester City loss hit Rebecca then.

“James Tartt was in the locker room. There was a confrontation with Jamie.”

“What did Jamie do this time?”

Rebecca was embarrassed now at her reaction.

This will also fill my need because I can’t believe there was exactly zero follow up in regards to Jamie and his Dad other than Jamie not having spoken to him since Wembley.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Such A Funny Thing For Me To Try To Explain

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Night Hunter

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC 

Word count: 3.1K

Summary: Kamaria Mansfield is hired at the Minnesota Police Department as an intern. Detective Walter Marshall is overworked and unsatisfied. Takes place post-film.

Chapter Summary: Kamaria deals with some hard truths about herself, while Walter tells Kamaria how he really feels.

Chapter warnings: uncomfortable conversations, Daddy kink, non-barrier contraception (no condom usage), creampie, breeding kink, the itis

A/N: This chapter takes place directly after Chapter 5. Call it a continuation, if you will. Also, the last chapter was very Walter-centric and this chapter is about 33% Kamaria POV and 67% Walter POV. Un-beta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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Kamaria’s POV

Early Saturday Morning

I am awakened by Walter’s strong arms wrapped around me, gently shaking me. Fuck.

“Kam, baby, wake up!” his voice quakes, as he turns my face to look at him. 

“I’m awake,” I mumble, my body still trembling.

“You were having an awful nightmare. I’ve been trying to wake you for some time now,” he began wiping a cold compress across my sweaty forehead, “You don’t have to tell me what the nightmare was about, but please know I only want to help you, baby.”

Well, here goes everything, I guess.

“My heart and my brain have begun a war between each other. My heart knows you care about me, but my mind is trying its hardest to figure out the how and the why. It is struggling to find the logic in how a man like you could like a girl like me. It leaves me in the middle straining to be heard,” I sniffle, letting him take my hands in his own, “I’ve had so many people in my life that have either left me or given me reasons to leave. My mother, my ex-lovers, and my friends. I have felt for so long that I am the one that gets left behind. I’m not allowed to have happiness and love. And then I met you and my world sort of imploded.”

“Imploded in a positive way, I presume?” he wonders.

“A very positive way, Walter. So positive, my psyche can’t understand it. And you literally said to me last night that you weren’t going anywhere and it was like a breath of fresh air. Almost like you knew what I needed to hear and you just said it. And I missed you so much all week but I didn’t want to bug you while you were spending time with Faye. I want you to have the relationship with Faye that I wish I had with my Dad,” I whimper, wiping at my unshed tears. 

“Please know that if you ever need me while I am with Faye, get in touch with me, baby. You are important to me, Angel. You can’t possibly interrupt my relationship with Faye, so stop thinking you are doing so, please. How did therapy go?” he questions.

“In yesterday’s therapy session, I kept bringing up our usual after-work hang-out time and how it has become kind of routine to me. And I think maybe I experienced a kind of sub-drop as a result of it not happening this week. So by Friday, I needed your company and I jumped at the first opportunity to have you near me.”

“I need to ask you something, baby,” he says, his hand moving to my chin to turn my face toward his, “Is sub-drop the reason we had sex last night? Would you have waited longer?”

As he searches my eyes for the answer, my hand comes up to hold onto his wrist. “The reason we had sex last night is that I was ready. I was ready to experience that with you. I will say that sub-drop allowed me not to feel anxious about asking for what I needed though. I was so nervous that you wouldn’t want to have sex this soon.”

“If I had my way, I would’ve had you our first weekend together but that would have been too soon. I just knew I wanted you. So I didn’t force you last night, then?”

“Not at all, Walter. You had multiple check-ins with me and you made sure I felt comfortable and safe and cared for. You were perfect.”

“Thank fuck, I got worried there for a minute,” he lets out a nervous laugh, “You can always talk to me about these things, love. That’s why I’m here. To help shoulder the burden of what that brain decides to throw at you.”

“I know, but I-”

“No buts. Come to me the next time you are feeling unsure about something. Especially when it is to do with me. I want nothing more than to put you at ease, Angel.”

I climb up into his lap and wrap my arms around him. “Thank you. I promise I will come to you the next time I feel off.”

“That’s my good girl,” he soothes, giving my lips a quick peck, “Now, I have a question for you, Angel. I wanted to ask last night but I was too busy in a post-orgasmic haze.”

“Oh, my goodness. What is your question?” I send a prayer up to the heavens that I can handle his next words.

He smiles at me, and it has this hint of flirtation and domination within it. I love it when he smiles like that at me. Just knowing he has that power over me, but also that he wants me to know I’m safe with him.

“So, does my baby girl have a breeding kink?” Oh, that old chestnut?

I shift in his lap and start to look down and he lifts my head back up so we are eye-to-eye. “I mean, I didn’t really have it before you. Just with how much you cum, and how good you felt inside me…I just, in that moment, needed to feel you filling me up. And then I thought if I told you what I fantasize about, you would give it to me. Not give me a baby, because that would be way too soon. But, at least, give me a creampie. And you came so fucking hard, and I was beyond turned on. It was so hot, feeling you explode inside me. Even now, I can still feel it.” I shift in his lap again, trying to find any kind of friction until he stills my hips.

“As much as I wanna go for another round, it actually hasn’t been that long. It’s only a bit past 2 in the morning, and I don’t wanna hurt this little pussy. Well, I do wanna beat it up but it needs rest. As do we, Angel. Come on, let’s get some more sleep, and when we wake up, I’ll make sure and fill you up, ok?”

“Yaaaaaaaaas. Thank you, thank you, thank you! The sooner we get to sleep, the sooner you can turn me into a creme-filled treat.” I laugh, making him chuckle behind me as he cuddles into me.

Walter’s POV

Mid-Saturday Morning

I wake up to the sounds of light snores in my ear. Needless to say, I arise with a smile on my face. I attempt to snuggle closer and embrace her a bit but in my morning daze, I just squeeze her and wake her up by accident.

Her little whimper as she wakes is possibly the cutest sound I have ever heard. I’m tempted to have her make that sound again but I decide against it.

“How long have you been awake, baby?” she slurs a bit, rubbing her eyes.

“Not long. Promise I didn’t even have time to watch you sleep all creepy-like,” I laugh, leaning back when she turns around to face me.

“Awww, you weren’t my favorite kind of creep? Rats. Next time, then.”

“You’re terrible, you know that right?” 

“Can’t be that terrible. You’re in my bed. I’m in your arms. That spells romance to me,” she leans in and nuzzles my nose with hers. Why do I feel feral over that gesture?

“Right, you got me there,” I smile down at her, “How romantic is it that all I’m thinking about is filling that pretty pussy with my cum? I mean, I did promise you I would do that when we woke up.”

I have never seen her move quicker as she climbs atop me. With that movement, I and my dick are fully awake.

“I’d say that is the most romantic thing I have ever heard, Daddy,” she moans in my ear and cards her fingers through my hair. I take the opportunity to grab her hips and push her back onto me, reveling in the noises coming from her as she adjusts to the size.

“Fuck, Princess. So hot and tight for me. Take what you need from me, baby. Daddy wants you to ride for a while,” I groan, drinking in her sexiness like a fine wine.

She places her hands on my chest and lifts and lowers her hips until she can get a good rhythm going. And when she does, I am in heaven. The feeling of the motion of her hips is unlike anything I’ve ever had. Like she’s dancing on my dick and I’m not in control. 

She has all of the control and I couldn’t be more pleased. The way she works those hips, the way she looks down at me. I could not have imagined that the girl I helped not to fall that day would be above me, writhing and moaning herself to an orgasm. I could not have imagined that I would be in love this soon. But that’s what they say right? When it’s right, it’s right.

With her, it’s so fucking right. I reach up and caress her cheek, locking eyes with her. When she smiles at me, her eyes sparkle and it’s like she can see all my flaws and she just runs with them. She knows I want to care for her, and she lets me. For the most part, that is. There are still moments that I wish she would come to me, but I’m a patient man.

It looks like my Angel isn’t as patient.

“Mmm, Daddy, please may I cum?” she pleads, swiveling her hips.

I can’t deny her anything and she fucking knows it. “Yes. Cum with me, Angel,” I say, grabbing her hips and planting my feet so I can pound into her. Not even a moment later, I can feel her walls squeezing me like a vice. I tumble after her, spilling inside her and fulfilling my promise. I pull her down to entangle our moans in a searing kiss.

We part to catch our breath, foreheads together and eyes closed. There is nothing better than moments like this, I find. When one or both of us are spent, all we can do is breathe and clutch each other. We melt into each other and become one. 

I need to tell her how I feel, that’s a given. But first, I want to show her how I feel. And the first step is to care for her, as usual. Especially as it looks like her bones have left the building, and so has her brain as she has gone quiet. 

I scoop her up in my arms and leave the bedroom for the bathroom, setting her on the toilet before turning on her shower. I can tell she barely registers what is going on but she allows herself to be maneuvered into the spray after I put her shower cap over her hair. I let her get adjusted to the water while she is still basking in her afterglow.

I finally see that fruity and fragrant body wash she always smells like and lather it into her with a loofah. If I spend a little extra time massaging in the lather over her breasts and ass, she doesn’t seem to mind. I rinse her body under the stream and can’t help but leave kisses across her espresso skin. 

I turn off the water and get out of the shower first and grab her towel, holding it out for her to exit. She allows me to dry her off from top to bottom, letting me kneel at her feet to dry them. Taking off her shower cap, I leave it on its hook. Wrapping her towel around her, I lead her back to the bedroom. Wordlessly, she points to her lotion and I pick it up before coming back to her. I tell her to hold it momentarily as I walk to get my phone from my pocket and queue up ‘Angel’ by FINNEAS.

I take the lotion back from her and let the towel fall to the ground as the song starts. As I massage lotion into her perfect skin, I tell her, “This song has been on my mind for a while now. Actually, I heard Faye listening to it this week and now it’s just part of my memory banks now.” I chuckle, she joins in soon enough.

‘Nothing good lasts forever

But nights with you are better

So go slow

I never knew I needed you

Before I found you for the first time, hmm

I'm out of step, I'm off my feet

I'm waking up inside a dream

Teach me how to fly’

As the song goes on, I moisturize her skin. It is as soothing to me as it is to her. Almost like a love language. Wait, are acts of service a part of my love language? We’ll come back to that later.

I kneel down at her feet to get her lower half and the song reaches its crescendo. I caress her skin and look up at her face. She looks so perfect as she smiles down at me. Her hands fall into my hair, something I’ve noticed is a bit of an antsy habit with her. She does it when I stare at her for a beat longer than I usually would, or when she doesn’t know what to say. I just love it so much, I never want her to stop.

“I love it when you play with my hair, Angel,” I close my eyes, leaning into her. Wrapping my arms around her, I kiss her belly. It is one of my favorite things about her. I could kiss and caress it all day long if she would let me. I’m sure she would. I would just have to ask.

“Well good because I love playing in your hair. I mean, these curls are like my Kryptonite,” she giggles sonorously.

“Angel, there’s something else I love,” I say, returning to my full height, “Take a guess.”

“Oh, that’s easy. You love me, right?” she throws her head back and laughs, and I can tell that she is joking and she has no clue just how right she actually is. I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting her head up so she can see the sincere smile on my face.

“I love you, Kamaria,” I search her eyes until she gets it and when she does, her eyes twinkle with unshed tears. And it breaks my fucking heart. I can tell she is questioning how and why I love her and I have to put a stop to that line of thinking. “I love you because you let me care for you. You allow me to be myself and not have to be grumpy and standoffish all the fucking time. I love your smile. I love your personality. I love the way you look at me as if I hung the moon. Let me love you, please?”

She’s nodding quickly as a single tear falls. “I love you too, Walter.”

I lean down and capture her lips. It is only then that I realize that we are both naked still. Being naked is being vulnerable. And we just took a giant leap in our relationship. I have to make sure she feels comfortable.

“Why don’t we get you into some comfy clothing and I take you out for brunch, yeah? We can hold hands and make annoying romantic faces at each other the whole time.”

She looks as though she breathes a sigh of relief before she smiles up at me. “Goodness, you really do love me. How else would you know I wanted some pancakes right now?”

“Well, I did hear your stomach grumble a bit while I was down there. But I know we’ve had sex twice in about twelve hours with no nourishment in between so it’s only right that I feed you more than my cum, ya know?”

“Oh, my God! I fucking love you for that one,” she walks away to her dresser.

“Say it again.”

“I love fucking you, I mean, I fucking love you.” she winks at me and before I can even think to punish her for that, I sputter into a laughing fit and have to put my hands on my knees to calm down.

“Damn, that was a good one. I can’t top that so I’m gonna put on my clothes and admit defeat right now.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy. I take the L so often. It was only right that I get a W at some point. Kinda funny it happens while naked during expressions of looo-ooove,” she sing-songs, pulling out a comfy sweater from her closet.

“Does the W stand for Win or Walter?” I wink as she rolls her eyes at me.

“Ya know what? I will dignify that with a response. The W does stand for Walter. I deserve you. I fucking deserve love and happiness and cheesy romantic moments! Now, put some pants on, and let’s go get pancakes and whatever the fuck a full English breakfast is.”

“We’re not getting an English breakfast that’s anywhere near as good as what I can make at home. Trust me. Let’s stick to pancakes and bacon and like, grits or something. Have you ever had grits?”

“Oh, hun. Yeah, I’ve had grits. I’ve had, like, so many types of grits too. Shrimp grits, cheese grits, creamy grits. Damnit, now I want something savory.”

“No one is saying you can’t have whatever you want, Angel.” I offer, pulling up my trousers and looking at her.

I see her catch herself before she speaks. “You know what? You’re so fucking right. I’m putting on my stretchy pants today. I am gonna eat to my heart’s content. Eat grease and butter until I need a nap. That is my ideal way to spend the rest of the day if you don’t mind?”

“I fucking love that idea. Get those stretchy pants on. And maybe pack an overnight bag? I have an idea for tomorrow and I want you there for it. Unless you have plans?” I suggest as I pull my shirt over my head.

“No plans for me. I’d love to stay the night and see what this idea of yours is,” she agrees, pulling out her overnight bag from her closet.

After she packs up her bag, we head to a diner on the way back to my house. We eat to our heart’s content and it is true. As soon as we get back to my house, we take a long nap. The itis, as Kam called it, had surely beaten us, and we were happy to lose. And I was happy to be holding the woman I loved, and who loved me, in my arms.

I am so fucking lucky.

Chapter 7

A/N: The chapter title is taken from ‘Crazy In Love’, the Sofia Karlberg version is on the Spotify playlist. I feel the need to apologize to not only Beyonce but to the Beyhive. I needed the slowed-down version, but I kinda hate the version Bey did. I’ll die on the hill that Sofia’s slow version is better. If this stops you from reading the story further, I completely underst-Call your dad, you're in a cult!

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[munsonology]

I've been thinking about Eddie's reaction to reader calling him "stink" or "stinkabutt" for the first time. He'd be so confused/maybe even a little hurt. He's used to stigma about him because he's poor that he doesn't upkeep his hygiene, but he does. Eddie is meticulous about showering and smelling good (even if his hair is a disaster at times). But he most certainly does not stink.

You can see the look of hurt flashing over his face and then have to VERY quickly explain that it's a term of endearment. He's a bit confused at first, "What do you mean it's a term of endearment? A term of endearment is baby or babe, not stink or stinkabutt."

It turns into you going to your parents--dragging a very reluctant and pouty Eddie behind you--to ask, "Mom, what was your nickname for dad when you two were dating?"

She looks at you a little unsure of where it's going, but does answer. "Baby, and interchangeably stink."

You turn to Eddie to emphasize the point. His shoulders drop a little and he finally relents that okay it is a culturally rooted term of endearment but you cannot call him that in public. Not that he's ashamed of you, but because he doesn't need assholes with more fuel. You can agree until Eddie's helping you with some last minute errands for dinner. He grabs the box of macaroni noodles you need off the shelf.

"Thanks stinkabutt." You'd been sort of teasing him all day, tapping his ass as he walked slightly in front of you, pressing into his back when paused in the aisle. But you definitely did not want to cross this line because Eddie specifically asked you not tol. And yet, here you are. As the name is falling off your lips, you are slapping a hand over your mouth. "No, no, no, no, I'm so sorry babe," you correct.

Eddie shakes his head a little, a tiny smile on his lips. "I get it," he assures you. "No harm, no foul. But out of the two of us, the best ass is yours."

You're so relived he's not angry, but you take extra care to use "baby" or "babe" the rest of the day. Even snuggled up on the couch in the trailer, Eddie laying on your stomach, body between your legs, your fingers in his hair, you don't use stink, you don't use stinkabutt.

Eddie's on the verge of falling asleep. Between you scratching at his scalp and rubbing at his back after a hefty dinner of chicken tenders, mac'n'cheese, and string beans, Eddie knows he's about to go under for the count.

He snuffles, chin resting into your gut. He taps your side to get you to look at him. When you do, he pouts. "Do you hate me?"

"Hate you? Eddie, what are you on about?" you ask.

"See--that. You used my name. What happened to babe? What happened to stink?"

"I-I felt bad for earlier. Didn't want to mess up again," you tell him.

He shakes his head, eyes fluttering close for a moment as you graze his cheek. "Nope, I'm stink now, okay?"

You laugh gently at his tired pout. "Go to sleep, stink. God, you get childish when you're sleepy."

Eddie grins. "Hell yeah, I'm stink."

Eddie passes out from the itis like two minutes later and he definitely snores. Thankfully, the movie's fake gore and screeches help cut over some of the nose Eddie's making.

-H

Ongggg H this amazing 😭 it’s so beautifully written and I’m having so many thoughts 🤓 thank you for sending this because I was dozing off and I have deep fried Oreos to eat lol

so on the debate on if Eddie has good hygiene or not, I think he does have good hygiene but maybe he didn’t always have that. It’s something he had to learn how to do on his own, and with parents in and out the house he didn’t have the best guidance.

I think when he first went to Wayne’s, Eddie just knew taking a bath. Wayne had to tell him about deodorant and washing behind his ears and under his fingernails and flossing. The plant doesn’t have the best healthcare so he instilled in Eddie he has to take care of himself. Just like a teenager he didn’t listen 100% of the time. Eddie had several cavities that needed to be taken care of. Watching wayne struggle to pay the bill (even after insurance) brought him to reality far to early for any child. I also think something like this is how he started dealing.

I get why Eddie feels the way he does tho about the nickname you give him. My mom used to call me witchy Pooh when I’d get zits on my nose and she’d think it’s cute but at school it’s a different story. People think you’re greasy/dirty if you have acne and that’s just for some moderate acne. So like me, Eddie is super sensitive for people pointing out if he smells or if his clothes aren’t the best. It’s likely a coping mechanism for some ptsd from his life before Wayne.

And Eddie would so get upset if you don’t call him by his nickname anymore or you call him his first name or GASP his government name! He’ll never be Edward to anyone! Calling him stick grows on him not only because he knows it’s coming from you and he’s safe, no need to worry about bullying, but also because he sees how your parents are too. They tease each other about habits and call each other nicknames they only know and it’s cute to be someone’s ‘stink’. It means he’s close to you, y’all share so much you’ve rubbed off on each other. Becoming each others stink.

[a-random-fandom-friend]

So I started watching the 1984 Transformers cartoon, with the french voices because they're deliciously corny. For now, here's what I found :

I'm pretty sure 2 or 3 guys are voicing the 50+ characters.

Spike and his dad are super lenients for guys who just met alien robots. And Optimus Prime is way too quick to accept their help.

WHY IS THE TITLE SCREEN SO ABRUPT

Btw they're called "Autobo" and "Deceptican" in french. And Optimus Prime is called Optimus Prim.

Spike getting inside a car that is sentient robot... And the close up of him bucking his seatbelt... It is just me or is it... weirdly sexual ?

Holy shit I can't remember the name of any of them. They dont even say eachother name. And I sure can't differenciate them with their voice ???

....I'm pretty sure HE can't fit inside a cassette player

Why does Megatron keeps that red-guy-who-is-not-optimus around, when the dude ALWAYS talk about how much he wants to betray him ?

There Are So Many Robots.

Cassette player dude is really cool...

So... Are All The Episodes About The Deceptican Searching For Energy Cubes ?

Why did all these aliens robots have plump, defined lips ? Not that i complain but... that sure is a stylistic choice...

Hi quick questions what the fuck kind of name is "professor Rotok" and what the fuck kind of invention is "the first female ninja robot" neeeever mind HIIII ARE YOU SINGLE

Oh no they put some Evil Tech into my beautiful wife :c

Omg hi Roger Carel !

i thought it was sci fi... so far they have found Old Mayan Religion and also Tech, Atlantis with its retro-thruster, and have created dinosaurs robots who now live on a Dinosaurs Island

Is Megatron alternate form just... a gun ???

Okay it was a hunch before but now I'm pretty sure the french version doesn't have all the episodes. The Dinobot island is 1 episode and it is the 18th episode of the cartoon.

What happened to the purple faceless dude that was left on cybertron ? (Also, is he single ? love his design)

Ironhide got a full episode where he has to shakes off his "I'm Too Old For This Shit"-itis so now I can differentiate Red Robot With Large Windshield from the other. I can also remember Hound's name because Spike called him "Ohund" and I did not understand it at all. The only others I can pick out are "Bumblee", Optimus Prim, Mirage bc he got the blue pharaoh coiffe, Tracks bc his face is red, and the ambulance dude (Ratchet ?)

(*looks up name*) uuuh... Wheeljack has a pretty cool design. I like it.

Why are the Constructicans the only one who can combine ? I thought they could all do it ? ...Maybe I'm thinking of Power Rangers.

Why are 80's punks always in the most queer outfits

Will My Beautiful Wife Nightbird Be Back ? :c

[someheroescarryfloss]

Season 2, Episode 6

Well, we finally know what Kris's purpose was, other than comic relief. Santapolis's whole purpose was to be a stopping point for Mad Santa where he and Olga could show the audience that they really aren't that bad, and since they obviously weren't going to be killed off (not that kind of Disney franchise!) they (or, at least, Magnus) needed another place to go. Yeah, okay. I'll buy that. Kris's purpose was to provide Magnus Antas with a new purpose. What do I think about this? Mm...it's fine. If Jack Frost can be thawed by a hug, why not?

So, when Magnus Antas put himself in the doghouse (pun intended) and said he was 'Werewolfing himself', that had me wondering if they were going to drop one of those little throw-away nuggets, like "Oh yeah, by the way, Werewolves are real. Anyway, I was a bad person, lock me up." If they're gearing up for a Christmas/Halloween crossover in Season 3 and it looks too much like a watered down version of The Hollow, I'm gonna sue! XD

Okay, seriously though, I didn't mind this episode all that much. Lots of tying up loose ends, though very little character development, and Scott finally pulled his head out of his butt and decided to be a good dad. I liked that Magnus actually helped him see where he made his mistakes. Didn't much care for the final confrontation, but it was interesting that the cocoa mug was actually the amulet. Noel is finally showing that he can be as bada$$ as his wife, which I LOVED!

The Betty/Olga fight seemed a bit forced to me, mostly because what can a toy sword do against an actual battle axe! And them fighting over the toy like...well, children. I know they look like children, but it's pretty much been established that they're adults, they can marry, they have jobs. So to be like "I want it!!!" "No, it's mine!!!" just fell a little flat to me. I much preferred what came after!

So, is the Elf/Gnome grudge all because Gnomes can't make toys, and Elves can't make useful things (like, excuse you, toys are useful, they serve a purpose!), so it's all about jealousy? Hm...interesting. You know, they could probably team up to make some pretty nice back to school stuff! Sure, it's useful, but who says it can't be fun to look at, or maybe have bells or charms hanging off it? Kids would eat that UP! Just look at all the Lisa Frank stuff that was all over the place before.

EB is normal again, and possibly a potty mouth. Love that. XD

Riley is back, and suddenly all is forgiven. Hate it.

And apparently Scott is NOT in Dutch with the Council for breaking nearly every rule in the book? This man is a Karma Houdini!

I guess Disney accomplished their goal, at least...they got us to watch and talk about it. I just wish they were more character oriented, because they sure as Hades ain't concerned about continuity!

Oh yeah, and Curtis is alive! So, why'd they call it 'Curtis-itis'? Hmmmm...

[sunnyie-eve]

8 | Just Stop

Series: A Zombie's Serenity 

Paring: Zed Necrodopolis x OFC Buchanan!

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Might be a few mistakes, and I'm using Brenna D'Amico as how the OC's looks

| MASTERLIST |

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"You good?" I laugh walking over putting a hand out to him. 

"I'm good. Yeah." He takes my hand and I help him up. 

"You sure? She tackled you pretty good." I can't help but laugh some. 

"Did it look as bad as it felt?" He rubs his shoulder he landed on. 

"Yep." Zoey walks up to us. 

"So are you ready to work on the homework? Don't forget there's still a curfew." I remind him. 

"Yeah. See you tomorrow, Eliza." Zed picks up Zoey playfully and starts to walk towards his place. 

"Good luck with him." Eliza tells me. 

"I'm gonna need it." I follow him. 

"Welcome to my lovely home." He says as I walk in. 

"It's feel homey compared to my place." I look around. 

"We can either do work at the table, couch, or my room." He lists. 

"Umm the table is good." I walk over to it. 

"I thought so." He joins me.

While we work on the homework at times, I noticed Zed would just stare at me instead of doing the work. "Does Zoey have colors we could use to decorate the board?" I look up from my notebook. 

"Yeah, I'll do get them." He starts to stand up but I stop him.

"I'll get them because you need to copy this down since you keep zoning out." I pass him my notebook. 

"It's the second door upstairs. It should be open." He lets me know. 

"Zoey." I knock on the door making her turn to face me. "Do you have any markers and crayons we can barrow?" I ask her. 

"Yeah." She gives me the crayons then I follow her to Zed's room. "He hasn't brought them back yet." She huffs handing me the pack. 

"Thank you." I give her a smile. 

"Of course." I turn to leave and a picture catches my eye making me slightly smile.

"Did you get them yet?!" Zed shouts from downstairs so I leave his room. 

"Yeah, you made Zoey do more work because she had to get the markers out of your room." I explain to him. 

"Right, I forgot to return them." He nods his head. 

"So I'll write all this, and you'll write this. I made sure you have less to do." I explain. 

"So I wouldn't complain?" He raises an eyebrow so I nod my head. "You know me so well." We continue to work at the table till his dad came home and we had to move to his room. 

As we were finishing up, we were just drawing and decorating it to look nice. "I have to agree it is a nice picture to hang up. Zoey and I look adorable together at the football game. I also remember your dad took another one with us, Eliza and Bonzo. Why isn't that one up? It has your best friends in it." I decide to bring it up.

"Bonzo's eyes were closed in that one so it ruined the whole picture. Plus he was holding the sign upside down." He awkwardly laughs. 

"So why put that one up if it's just two out of four?" I ask him. 

"Because the two of you are the main girls in my life I care about." He just looks at me. 

"I have to get going home. It's late and almost curfew." I get my things together. 

"Serenity." He follows me down the stairs. 

"You need to stop Zed. Stop the little flirting you do with me because things are different now. You have Addison and I don't want to mess that up for you. You have some feelings for her if you decided to move on quickly. I un-," I get cut off by his lips on mine. I wanted to kiss back, I really wanted to but I push him away, "You made up your mind." I rush out of his house running home.

"Seren...ity..." I slightly hear my mom as I rush to my room upset. I plop onto my bed beginning to cry even though I shouldn't be crying over him. "Sweetheart?" My mom comes into my room, "What's wrong? You can talk to me." She sits next to me. 

"Addison took the boy I like but he still likes me but he also developed feelings for her." I turn to look at her. "Plus he just kissed me." I sigh. 

"Zed, was his name, right?" She smiles. 

"Yeah." I whine. 

"Sit up." She pulls me to sit up. 

"And this is the same boy who messes with his Z-Band to make himself look human just to meet us when we hated Zombies?" She holds my hands and I nod my head. "Your aunt Missy, my dear sister, tried taking your father from me in high school... but I wouldn't have it and I made sure he was mine. You show Zed and make him know if he stays with Addison he's making a mistake." She kisses my forehead before leaving my room.

~

"Howl's it going Serenity?" I can't help but laugh at Wyatt walking up to me at my locker. 

"Alright, I guess." I force a smile reaching for my book but remember I left it at Zed's, "Great." I put my head in my locker. 

"You okay?" He asks. 

"I'm fine..." I say with my head still in my locker. 

"You sure? Then why's your head still in there?" He chuckles. 

"It's cool in here." I huff. 

"I know we don't know each other very well but you can talk to me. Us wolves stick together and listen." I lean out of my locker. 

"I'm not a werewolf, Wyatt. My hair doesn't mean anything." I tell him again. 

"It has to mean something no one is born like that if it doesn't mean anything special." He steps closer to touch it.

"Well for me it means nothing. Maybe for Addison since our grandma said she's more special than me." I snap. 

"Maybe you're not a wolf, you won't know till you put on a moonstone necklace, but I'm sure it means something if not a wolf." He steps back. 

"Why make a fool of myself putting one on and nothing happens?" I asks putting different books into my locker. 

"Because it will let you know you're meant to be something else. I can sense you are." He makes me eye him.

"You don't know me, Wyatt." I laugh some. 

"Then let me get to know you." He steps toward me and takes the book out of my hand. 

"You're one strange werewolf." I shake my head at him then see Zed at his locker.

Wyatt turns around to see what I was looking at then turns back to me, "He's the reason, you're fine?" He gives me a look. 

"Umm, yeah." I take my book from him to put up then put my head back into my locker. 

"I'm sure he can still see you. What happened? I thought you two were friends?" He asks.

"We are but last year we were sorta a thing before my parents sent me away. Then when I got back I found out Addison got him to fall for her. But him and Eliza say he still likes me. And that him and Addison aren't really dating but still are sorta together. He kissed me last night after we finished our homework." I tell him everything. 

"Get out of your locker, Serenity." Wyatt wraps his arms around my waist picking me up moving me away. 

"But it really is cool in there!" I whine as he shuts my locker. 

"You're too good to pout into a locker about a boy. Come on, we have class to get to." He hands me my bag then takes me by my hand.

-

"Zed! You did what?!" Eliza hits him as they walk to school. 

"I know but she was leaving quickly and didn't even give me the chance to talk. She told me stop but I can't help it because I love her." He shouts then covers his mouth. 

"You just said you love her..." Eliza looks at him with wide eyes. 

"I did." He uncovers his mouth. 

"Then why are you haven't you told Addison you don't 100% feel the same way? That you see her mostly as a friend? Why did you give in, in the first place?" Eliza asks him. 

"Because I'm a idiot. I'll talk to her when I see her." Zed walks over to his locker. 

"But it really is cool in there!" Zed hears Serenity shout so when he looks towards her locker he sees Wyatt with his arms wrapped around her. He places her down to shut her locker before taking her by the hand and walking off.

"Are you kidding me?" He gets upset. 

"What's wrong?" Addison walks up to him. 

"The werewolf has a thing for Serenity." He closes his locker slightly hard. 

"So?" Addison gives him a confused look. 

"Addison, I know you're smart and you know why it bothers me. I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry but I never stopped having feelings for Serenity and I can't return the same ones to you. I thought her not coming back I could try to move on but I lied to myself and then I saw her again..." Zed apologizes to her. 

"It's okay, Zed... I know and like you said I can see it. Plus Serenity deserves you and you deserve her. But I still got your back as a close friend." Addison give him a smile. 

"Thank you for understanding. I am sorry." He keeps apologizing. 

"Don't worry about the werewolf and Serenity because I know you mean a lot to her." Addison heads off to class.

"Hey, Addie. Is it okay if I watch you lead cheer practice today?" Serenity walks with her to the gym. 

"Sure. It's still not to late to join again." She nudges her. 

"I'm still gonna pass. Maybe I'll join again next year." She tells her. 

"I'll be holding you to that." Addison points her finger at her as they go in. 

As Serenity takes a seat the werewolves come in, "What doing?" She asks Wyatt. 

"Came to watch. You?" He sits next to her. 

"Same as you." She says before Addison notices the group. 

"Sorry, but this practice space is for cheerleaders only." She tells them. 

"Ha! Just try and get us to leave." Wynter stands up.

"No, I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay. Show us what you can do. The cheer team is for everyone." She smiles at them. 

"Come on." Wyatt tries to get Serenity to join. 

"I'm good. I came to watch." She tries to stay seated. 

"So did I but changed of plans." He pulls her up dragging her to the group causing her to whine. 

"You love cheer and this will remind you." Addison pats her back before they all cheer together.

"So you told Addison everything?" Eliza changes the subject from Zed's election to Zed's love life. 

"Yes but this was after seeing that furball, Wyatt, flirting with Serenity. He was making her smile and was all touchy." Zed gets annoyed. 

"Maybe you were looking into it too much because of everything. It probably wasn't that bad." Eliza tells him as the two of them and Bonzo walk into the gym to see the end of the cheer and everyone cheering. 

"See you had fun." Wyatt wraps his arms around Serenity's waist hugging her making her laugh. 

"Yeah, I was wrong. That scruffy, super handsome, fine-smelling Wyatt is really into Serenity." Eliza looks at Zed while Serenity talked to Wyatt and Addison about missing cheer.

"No, we were both wrong... They're just cheering. And laughing again. Maybe she's just trying to convince him to get the wolves to vote for me. I'm not threatened." Zed lies to himself so Eliza just pats his shoulder leaving. 

Wyatt tells Addison, the whole we werewolves work well together, making her say she's not one like Serenity told him. "Hmm." He looks at her then at Serenity.

"Really again." She gives him a look. 

"I still think you're special." He touches her hair again making Addison look at him confused till Bucky comes to talk to her. Wyatt looks over at the doors to see Zed standing there watching so as Serenity steps back she looks too. Zed rushes off and Addison tells Serenity to go talk to him confusing her why should she.

[t4tklonoa]

I want to know about some of your favorite moments from Digimon! I still want to watch through the whole show, even if I haven't gone back to finish OG Adventure yet.

AHH WILL. happily share !!!! haven't rll rewatched digimon in a bit (besides tamers) so I may miss some ough. also I watched digimon in spanish so I'll call the digimons and kids by the name they are called in the spanish dub XP

also Idk if ur okay with spoilers so I'll put moments from othe finale of adventure, and all other seasons beside the that under the cut :3

Adventure:

- Patamon's/angelmon's sacrifice is rll. the first taste of how wild digimon is and prolly why I got so obsessed with digimon as a kid... it's just such a cool moment that it rewrired my little kiddie brain

- Gatomon meets with the kids for the first time. after u get more familiar with how digivolution works and bigger equals stronger in ur mind, seeing gatomon solo all the kid's digimons is. sooo cool. u rll don't expect gatomon to be in adult level (that also made gatomon my fav as a kid :3)

02:

- The moment where wormmon dies and Ken realizes what's he's done to digimon it's just. so good... it scared me a lot as a kid but I still watched it so many times. the contrast of Ken receiving the crest of kindness too, along with a partner digimon dying like patamon did to save their kid.... expldoes

- when Ken and wormmon reunite again.... I cried sm at that part as a kid

Tamers: (get ready itis my fav season I may aswell put every single moment of the show here dkndkd)

- Takato and Guilmon meet. the first point tamers wants to show u is that. digimons aren't entirely friendly, they are like animals and especially guilmon who was just created doesn't get what's happening around him. THE PUREE horror Takato feels when Guilmon kills the rats is so awesome also, especially when he was so happy to see Guilmon seconds ago

- Takato finds Guilmon after he scapes for the first time. Takato crying his eyes out after Terriermon tells him his not fit for the tamer title... and him hugging Guilmon. it's too much it makes me explode

- the little moment Impmon and Renamon have at the billboard thing... they are so funny

- Suzie and Antylamon meet. just look atthe episode is there anything else to say. they are so cute

- THANK U GOD !!! ^_^

- WHEN RENAMON CONFIRMS ALL DIGIMONS ARE AGENDER !!!!! WOOOOO (and then Rika's mom is shitty as usual but we don't talk abt that. but I want Rika's mom dead that's all I'm saying)

Ghost game:

- Hiro's and Gammamon's meeting. I'm not a super fan of ghost game but this episode definitely convinced me to keep watching. Hiro's dad telling him that gammamon is now his little brother isso <3

- gulusgammamon's first appearance (kinda). he murdered a digimon isn't that the coolest thing ever. BUT aside from that the whole episode is just a FUCKING. ride man... from Bokomon's death to the fucking.... digivolution of gammamon. the way u can tell something is wrong when everything pauses for a second. IT'S SO GOOODDD

I think the build up to that episode could have been done better, but what we got is still pretty good tbh. I rewatched that episode like 10 times and was obsessed with gulus for such a long time man

ANNDDD I'LL STOP HERE ! would like to add more but I've been here for like. one million hours I need to do other stuff skkdkd