#mari likes to talk

[novaisntmyname]

made this in honor of tr*mp surviving another stupid assassination attempt 🙄

It was early. 1am. Stars twinkle in the night sky. It was quiet. Very peaceful. My phone lit up to a text. It was from my best friend. I met her last year during my presidential term, now we're best friends, but I really cant escape from her. She needed help with her math homework. She called me. "Kamala, what do you mean what's the answer to number 15?" "JOE IM LOST OK? GEORGE WASHINGTON-SENSEI IS GOING TO KILL ME IF I DON'T FINISH THIS ASSIGNMENT!!! JOSEPH HELP ME!" "Kamala calm down stop screaming!" My eyes were still watery because I cried so much before the sudden call. 3rd anxiety attack of the semester. At this point it's normal. I'm not easily sentimental, or empathetic, but I'm not cold blooded or narcissistic, so I helped her. "I'm spending you a pic of my homework so you can copy. But make it different so it doesn't looking like you copied." After sending the picture of my awkward handwriting slapped on the paper Kamala scribbled the answers on her sheet. I desire to talk a little longer, but I know you don't wanna waste your time fan-girl ing over some random ex-president. "See ya at school! Bye-" I cut off the call and stare at a wall blankly. She needed help with her math homework, poor kid. "Joe, you have so much empathy to the point you don't have love for yourself…" I think to myself. "Fuck!" I whisper. "I really do…" I mutter. I tiptoe downstairs to eat a late night snack. I make me some instant ramen in the microwave, trying to make the least amount of noice posible so I don't wake up my brother. "Hello…" Said a deep voice. I'm shook. I turn around to see a man dressed in a blue suit with a red tie. A permanent grumpy old man look on his face. He was tall and had glowing hazel eyes. I activate my pretty pink princess superpowers to scare him away. "WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?" I exclaim. "Relax." He took a step forward and I took a step back. "I'm not here to hurt you." "THAT DOESN'T ANSWER MY QUESTION!" He took a deep breath. "My name's Donald and I'm no harm, princess." I felt my face turn red. "Don't call me princess." "I know you're flustered…" "Pervert…" I mutter. "Ok, if I leave, will you tell anyone?" "Maybe," I say. "Yes or no…?" "Only if don't hurt me or my bestie, Kamala, and my brother, Barack." "Deal." "Deal. No, I won't tell anyone." He puts his hands up slightly and takes a step back. Turns around and looks at me with his gorgeous eyes. "See you, princess." "LEAVE!" I exclaim. He leaves from the window. "God! That's a lot for one night!" I hear my brother, Obama leave his room. "What's wrong, Joe?" "A random ass dude just broke in the apartment and fucking flirted with me…?" I said still prosessing what just happened. "What the fuck." "What the fuck indeed." "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING YOU SHOULD'VE MADE OUT IDIOT!" "Obama what the hell. I've seen that dude before on the news." "Is he hot?" "Hell yeah-" "Then why'd you not make out on the motherfucking counter." "I don't know, Barack, maybe because he's a random FUCKING STRANGER!" He's braindead when he freshly up from bed. "Oh yeah, you're right." "Bitch-" I go back to my room and as I finished my ramen and layed down in silence. "What a day" I sighed and went to sleep.

*authors note:

what the fuck*

[contact-guy]

A SCANDAL IN BOHEMIA part 3 (part 1) (part 2)! the 'goodnight Mr Holmes' illustration is a direct reference to the Paget one, and Holmes is playing Symphony No. 6 (Pathétique Symphony) if you wanna listen along. And it really is canon that Watson sleeps over at Baker St here for uhhh no discernible reason

This is in the Watson's Sketchbook series!

[jenanigans1207]

What I wanted so badly was for Mary to learn about her boys from Cas. Like that night where Cas finds her when she can’t sleep and she expresses that she just doesn’t know anything about her sons since she missed so much?? All I wanted was for Cas to sit down with her at the table and just start telling her about them. Basic stuff at first: their favorite foods, their sleeping habits, the stuff he’s just observed by being their passenger for years.

And then I want him to say something totally Cas, like “Dean always wears more layers but that’s because his body naturally runs two degrees colder than Sam’s. But that’s normal for him and not indicative of any illness, so it’s nothing to worry about.”

And as they talk, it starts to get a little deeper, and Cas tells her more. He tells her about what she missed, about all the horrible things that happened to her sons and how they coped; how it changed them. And he tells her about Sam, he does, but really it ends up being all about Dean.

He’ll tell her about how Dean clenches his fists when he’s upset, even as he tries to keep his face impassive. About how Dean drums his fingers on the steering wheel when he’s anxious. He’ll tell her about Dean’s nightmares, about the ways he’s chosen to cope. He’ll tell her how to know when to approach Dean and when to give him space, how to gently acknowledge what he’s feeling without pushing him too far.

And with every word he says, Mary’s curious head tilt from when she’d seen them hug in reunion turns into a bone deep type of certainty. Because Cas is telling her things that only someone who paid special attention would notice. He’s telling her things that only someone very, very close to her son’s heart would know.

Cas will tell her the cliff notes of what they’ve been through; will tell her how the whole world looked to Dean and he rose to the occasion over and over again. He’ll tell her about Dean’s doubts in himself and then vehemently declare them as wrong and explain, at length, why. He will tell her about the people Dean has loved— the people who loved him like he was their own— and lost. He will tell her about Bobby, Ellen, Jody, Donna, and Charlie. He’ll tell her about Claire, too, and how Dean stepped up.

And the whole time, Mary will have this realization that oh, she may not have been around to guide and protect her sons, but there was always someone there to care for them and support them when they needed it. She will realize that she and John may have left them, but they were never alone.

But more than that, there was someone there for Dean. Someone picking Dean over and over again while Dean picked Sam, or the world, over himself. There was someone fighting for Dean when he wasn’t fighting for himself. There was someone who saw Dean, and loved him unconditionally.

Sitting across from her, at the asscrack of dawn, filling her in on all the things she missed was every mother’s dream: someone who loved her child with the kind of devotion that would break the world. And from the sounds of the stories she was being told, it did break the world. Someone whose love is entirely untainted and comes without any strings attached.

It’s so clear to her as she listens to Cas talk that Cas loves Dean with no expectations. That loving Dean is something he just does, like he doesn’t know how not to love Dean, like the possibility of not loving him never occurred to Cas. He loves Dean in a way that Mary knows can and will soothe Dean’s sharp edges and battered heart. He loves Dean in the kind of pure way that tells Mary that it will continue to endure and overcome everything without ever diminishing, even the littlest amount.

Mary, through tears, will tell Cas how she always told Dean that there were angels watching over him. And before Cas can make some comment about Dean being the Righteous Man and the interest of most of Heaven, she will place a hand over his and give him a motherly look that will convey all the things she’s not sure how to say— and the things she’s not sure Cas is ready to hear yet. And Cas will flush and look away, mumbling about how her son is very special to him.

And when she pulls him into a hug and murmurs thank yous into his shoulder, she will be comforted in the knowledge that her sons turned out to be wonderful men, and that they managed to stay together through everything. She will be comforted to know that no matter what happens, no matter her shortcomings as she tries to fill a role she never meant to leave, Sam will have Dean and Dean will have Cas.

And this time, when Cas tells her that she belongs here, she will believe him. And she will tell him that he belongs here, too.

And when Dean wakes up a few hours later and wanders in to find Mary and Cas still chatting over the table, he’ll be surprised— but pleased— to find Mary looking more at ease. He’ll be pleased when she gives him a warm hug and pats him on the cheek and tell him with all the sincerity that only a mother can muster that she’s glad that he met Castiel. And when Dean agrees, a little confused, Mary will just smile at him.

“I always said I’d like a third son.” She says, “so give him a reason to take our last name, won’t you?”

And Dean will splutter and turn fifteen shades of red as he steadfastly doesn’t look at Cas but mumbles something that suggests he’s not against the idea at all.

And Mary will laugh again and wink at an equally red Cas before heading towards the kitchen like “Cas said waffles are your favorite, so I hope you’re hungry!”

[jakeperalta]

Timeless is literally the most Taylor Swift song ever written. Projecting a current romance onto old people and fictional stories? ✔️ Believing you're destined by fate to be together in every timeline? ✔️ Reference to forbidden love? ✔️ Emotional bridge that culminates in the story honing back in on the narrator? ✔️ Ending line that returns to the beginning? ✔️ Eyes meeting in a crowded room? ✔️ Love letters? Antique shop? Old photographs? Teenage love? Arranged marriage? ✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️

[alukaforyou]

undecided on the hair 👽

[chatnia-starlight]

a little addition to bakery enemies au part 184 from @buggachat I put the dialog to let y'all know where I imagined it'd go!

If you haven't already, go check her comic now!

ID: [Adrien blushing a bit is leaning over giving Marinette a kiss on the cheek making her blush profusely while she looks shocked. Adrien has a speech bubble over him saying "you're amazing".] End of ID

[swordsonnet-bardofwar]

Logan 100% gets jealous of Mary Puppins.

Wade always showers her with compliments, kisses her little head and lets her climb on his lap. The merc will do everything and more for that little dog and Logan wants all that attention for himself.

At first, he can't really identify the feeling as jealousy, so he just ignores the feeling and then one day, it hits him. Wade has just started his usual shtick of coddling Dogpool and is letting her slobber all over his face and Logan realises that he has never wanted to be a dog more than right this moment.

[adhdandcomics]

whoever needs to hear this: if you got a disability, if you don’t know if you have something, if you ever think “it’s not that bad” if you have a thing about guilt, if you’re ill, Anything: listen. it is okay to throw things away.

you can throw it away. if it sucks and it stresses you the fuck out, if you just “need the right time to fix it” for the past 3 months. or years. if you loved it once upon a time but it makes you feel kinda weird and guilty now. if it’s a jacket youve reaaaally been meaning to mend and then donate. a jar of sauce that “all you have to do” is clean out to recycle but it’s been a week and now there’s a small colony growing in it. slowly shredding to bits fabric scraps you plan to use to fix something. busted picture frame. cracked mug. old shoes. extra box. an entire pack of granola bars that you hate so much but don’t want to waste.

life is already so goddamn difficult for us. i know you still care about recycling and the environment and sustainability. but it’s okay, i promise. sometimes you have to take care of your space. sometimes you have to cut your losses so you can actually have energy to recycle the next thing. get rid of the old shirt before it turns into a tornado pile of guilt under the bed. you’re not a bad person. you can throw this one away.

[aroaceleovaldez]

okay last one for the night but. honestly i really hate how the franchise has been using loyalty to Rick as a shield for so long. If Rick was involved in a project or not doesn't matter, especially not anymore.

ReadRiordan and the publishing for the franchise has been using this tactic for ages - they obscure if any writing related to the series wasn't written by Rick unless it's special circumstances. It's near impossible to find out who the ghostwriters are (Stephanie True Peters and Mary-Jane Knight). TSATS was promoted as the first time we got a non-Riordan (Rick or Haley) author working on one of the companion novels despite having seven already existing ghostwritten books in the series. The only reason Mark Oshiro was emphasized so heavily for TSATS was because they also work as a sensitivity reader for topics such as queer identity, and Rick had received backlash in the past for being a Straight Cis Old White Guy repeatedly falling into bad habits (that he hasn't broken out of) with certain characterizations that he kept doubling-down on or retconning into oblivion. The show emphasizes that Rick was involved, but the LA Times article brings into question exactly how much he was involved, and it doesn't even really matter either way. The ReadRiordan site actively avoids putting any writing credits on their articles (or art credits...) or anywhere on their site.

Practically the entire fandom unanimously agrees the musical - which had zero involvement from Rick - is the best adaptation of the series so far, including the TV show. Some of the best writing to come out of the series recently was the stuff ghostwritten by Stephanie True Peters (Camp Half-Blood Confidential, Camp Jupiter Classified, Nine from the Nine Worlds, etc). And yet when promotional stuff is posted about CHB:C, there's clearly coded language used to hide the fact that Rick himself didn't write it. Yes, that's how ghostwriters work, but at this point we should really stop pretending "Rick Riordan" isn't just a pen name for a group of authors like "Erin Hunter" and that Rick is actually writing everything in the series. I can easily look up and see which Animorphs books were ghostwritten, and who those authors were. I can find every "Erin Hunter" easily listed on official sites. And yet most people don't even know the Riordanverse franchise has ghostwriters at all.

And the franchise is still trying to use the "Tio/Uncle Rick" stuff. Author loyalty and marketing parasocial relationships isn't going to save the franchise when the author himself can't hold up his own original themes or even keep basic series bible details straight, and especially not if the editors are barely if at all doing their job. And please at least get a goddamn series bible by this point.

[vampyrdolll]

Girls in nightgowns hold their hands forever ♱

[novaisntmyname]

I'm sorry in advance

[thefrsers]

I LOVE A MAN WHO LOVES HIS WIFE SO MUCH WILL LITERALLY DO ANYTHING EVEN STEAL A WHOLE ASS FIRE ENGINE TO STOP TRAFFIC SO SHE CAN LAND A PLANE OH BOBBY NASH THE MAN YOU ARE😭😭😭

[ooliecat]

[butchbird-art]

Yeah, last night's mascara's such a wonderful thing

It's as dark as my heart, yet it's sparkling

. . .

I'm rubbing it off like it's a memory of you

Oh, would you look at me now? (Would you look at me, would you look at me?)

. . .

Oh, and Sunday morning, got me looking crazy

I'm on my knees at the altar, baby

Asking God to wash you from my soul

———————

Heard this song and the brainrot is so real I couldn’t stop thinking of Harrow and griddlehark and I just had to draw her

[kirkwallguy]

extremely funny coming from writers whose characters return and play major roles in more than one game. yeah sorry guys we couldnt do anything interesting with the game because we had to protect our fans from the conflict we would write if we did <3

[soft-pine]

i think the confession made people forget cas is not really a consistent verbal communicator/processor.

i just dont know if like the verbose and florid speech he'd held in for years and finally spilled on his deathbed is like the best roadmap for how he'd communicate on a random wednesday....