#might've been funnier in my head

[deltawilds]

That one Lilo and Stitch scene, but Time Buddies !

Blue → Hatchling

Green → Gabbro

[agentcalypso]

odysseus: i lost my best friend, i lost my mentor, my mom, 500 men gone, this can't go on

the other 58 men:

[binah-posting]

Had an employee / librarian ask me my gender. Simple answer: All of them.

I own every gender. I'm all of them and none of them at the same time. I have a monopoly on genders and profit off of them daily.

Why you may ask?

I'm non-binah-ry.

[suniside-crossing]

He's rolling a small ball of what looks like solid light on the floor of the hotel lobby. It's repeatedly bumping against a wall before rolling back over to him so he can repeat the process over and over again.

A hell rat eventually scurries out, grabs the ball in its tiny hands, and runs back under a standing cabinet.

"Hey!!"

[tieitoffinlace]

"you better not be emo taylor swift when i get there"

me:

[aservantnamedketchup]

I don't even know what any of these people look like

[pianocat939]

Idk some news announcer guy: What's your way of identifying as unlabeled?

Me: Uh androgynous cuz I got no other fucking idea-

Announcer dude: And how do you express that?

Me: Bowlcut mullet.

[ebony-blu]

Partner: Hey babe, did you remember to bring protection?

Me: Of course! *flashes pentacle necklace*

Partner: ...

[classicslesbianopinions]

socrates sees people choosing of their own volition to go into a dark room and watch a light shine figures on a wall and despairs of what the world has become

you time travel socrates to the present day and you take him to the movie theater and he runs out horrified like "by zeus the cave is real"

[boopshoops]

I've... never really ever been to somethin' as fancy as this before. Oh? You want to dance? ...Pfff, sure. Why not?

Set to home screen: Aight, let's get going.

Home Transition 1: You should've seen how excited Neige was to see Vil here too. But the more I hear about Vil... really makes me wish Neige would take the hint. Don't get me wrong, Neige is sweet as candy, I know, but it's obvious Vil needs some space.

Home Transition 2: I feel like if I make one wrong step, people are gonna look at me like I'm crazy or something. I'm not used to all this etiquette. Welp, not like that's anything new anyway. Let's go have some fun.

Home Transition 3: Yuu's been... huh? Haaa, I swear to Sevens, one moment I think she's missing forever and at the next she's doing whatever the fuck she wants. Just get that cat-thing to distract her for a bit, I'll be over soon enough.

Home Transition 4: If I see one more pinch of glitter getting anywhere near my face, it's on sight. Seriously, I'm gonna be finding this shit everywhere for the rest of my life.

Home, after login: The more time I spent trying to get this whole outfit sorted out, the more I felt conflicted about RSA being invited to this party... but now that I'm here, it's not so bad.

Tap Home 1: I kept having to try on all these uncomfortable dresses before we FINALLY landed on something that suited me. Pants are so much more comfortable anyway. "Who's we?" Ah. Yuu and Neige helped me out a bit.

Tap Home 2: ...Pfff, I've watched Chenya sneak up on like, five different people now. It gets funnier every time. What a dork. That short red head looks so mad-

Tap Home 3: I...uh... think I might've saw someone crying when I came in. Should I... tell someone? I feel bad just leaving 'em be.

Tap Home 4: Hey, look, if you think you're struggling with dancing along, you can come stand on my feet. I know how to lead with this kinda thing... I mean, if you wanna. Not that you're doing bad, I- fuck. You know what I mean.

Tap Home 5: ...You've been hiding under my cape for a good while now. I know it's all shiny and big and whatnot. But do you need something? I'm sure there are other places you could go. Oh? Nah. You're not botherin' me. I just thought you might be getting bored.

Groovification: Hahaha! You shoulda seen their faces when I finally started dancing. Let's out-prince these princes....... man that sounded cheesy. Pfff-

Tap Home Groovy: Whew... I think I'm gonna take a break outside for a bit. Maybe explore NRC campus while I have the chance. Crowley always gets on my case when I sneak in here with the cat boy.

Home Transition Groovy: Ya know, I'd be down to do something like this again. Maybe with more casual clothes, but still. I liked seeing all the shocked looks on peoples faces when they see I actually know how to work this kinda look.

Art tags!!! 🫂💕

@thehollowwriter @skriblee-ksk @distant-velleity @justm3di0cr3 @kitwasnothere

@lowcallyfruity @techno-danger @scint1llat3 @cecilebutcher

The lovely fan event is by @starry-night-rose !!! 💕

[happy74827]

Happy Accidents

[Todd Ingram x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You might've broken your leg due to Todd, but that didn't mean you couldn't still have quality time together.

WC: 2672

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

This was such a random plot I came up with, but I’m actually in love with it. I feel that this little one-shot is 100% Todd accurate (I say little but it’s literally 2k words lol).

Also, please don’t send the vegan police after me for my inaccuracies (lmao). Google was my only option 😭😭

『••✎••』

Spending time at the hospital wasn’t the plan you had in mind for your Friday night. You expected it with you curled up on your couch watching whatever crappy reality show that was airing with Todd by your side.

He was always the perfect person to binge with; his reactions were an endless source of sarcastic commentary. It actually made it funnier.

But you couldn't be too upset. You still had Todd, and you had… some television. Sure, it wasn’t 90 Day Fiancé, but it was better than nothing.

Usually, when it came to broken legs, you were at the hospital for two hours. Two. Hours. Not you, of course. Your boyfriend had to be a vegan and have those whacked-out powers. It was a given that there’d be an accident.

Who knew a flying amp could be so hard to catch?

At least you didn't have a concussion. The only injury was your leg, but your leg was completely messed up. Three different fractures in your femur and a torn ligament. It was the most you had ever been injured in your life, including all those times you fell off your bike or when you broke your arm in third grade.

The doctors at the hospital said that they couldn't let you leave until Monday. Surgery was also still on the table and could happen as early as tomorrow, which you definitely weren’t paying for

So, you were stuck in the hospital, eating the terrible hospital food and watching stupid television.

And the worst part about all of this was that it was slowly taking your mind off of Todd.

It was only the last couple months when the two of you started dating. Neither of you were exactly serious or anything, but you had feelings.

He was a big guy and a real sweetheart, not to mention a badass with those powers of his. It was obvious that he had a good heart, and he didn't take shit from anybody. That included you.

You had to admit that it was cute when he got jealous. He never had to worry, though. You were never interested in guys like him. You had your eye on Todd, and now you were stuck in a hospital bed because of him.

Now that it was just a memory, the moment you broke your leg was pretty comical. Envy needed a rehearsal before their band went out on tour the following week, and since you and Todd planned the night out together, you attended their quick practice.

As usual, they were awesome. You were like a little fangirl when Envy started singing. You kept your cool, though, sitting on the couch while they ran tempo and entrances. You weren't paying too much attention either, until you heard a voice and turned your head.

Lynette, the drummer, apparently had a very salty day and decided to pick fights with Envy’s ideas. She even suggested that she should learn how to write songs. That was a big no-no when it came to Envy, and it was made very clear that it would be her last comment for the day.

It was a blur, really. Envy and Lynette were throwing insults at each other, and Todd was caught in the middle of it. He was pretty bad at confrontation when it didn’t technically involve him and so he usually let it slide, but something about Lynette had pissed him off this time.

You could still remember the words he said.

"You know what I hate about you? Your hair."

You giggled, and that was your mistake. Lynette absolutely loved her hair. That haircut was her pride and joy. Todd could never understand what it was about it, but it was Lynette's favorite feature.

So, when he insulted her favorite thing in the world, she immediately started attacking your boyfriend, causing you to go over and try to stop this before it escalated.

Well, it escalated. Todd subconsciously went into “vegan mode” when he was mad. It was a defense mechanism or something like that. In any case, an accidental movement of his hand had an expensive amplifier aimed right at your leg.

Envy saw it coming and screamed his name to get his attention, but he couldn’t hear her over Lynette, and you couldn't move out of the way fast enough.

And then, everything stopped. All you felt was the excruciating pain that was apparently your broken bone, multiple places, as you later found out. Your mind went blank for a moment as all the horrified expressions of each band member turned towards you.

Todd threw the amplifier aside with his powers, profusely apologizing to you. His hair settled back down to normal as he took you in his arms.

"Oh, god, am I an idiot." He said. "I didn't mean to… oh, man, you’re okay, right?"

You were on the verge of tears when you nodded your head. The adrenaline of the moment had taken over your pain as you wrapped your arms around his neck and squeezed him tight.

Envy most definitely cursed him out on your behalf. Lynette was still pissed as she stood off to the side, crossing her arms with a huff. She didn’t really know you, so she didn’t really care that you got hurt.

But Todd knew you, and he cared a whole hell of a lot about you. He was going to be making up to you for a while. You were going to get the apology of a lifetime and probably an entire chocolate cake with strawberries. You loved strawberries.

You did not care about your injury at that moment, though. The scene of Todd apologizing to you, Envy yelling derogatory words at him that were obviously unknown to him, and Lynette's head turning in the other direction was probably one of the best sights you had ever witnessed in your life.

“How’re you feeling?” Todd’s voice snapped you out of your memory. He was in the chair beside you with a hospital pillow on his lap. He had a bag of Doritos in his hand, which he was munching on.

You turned your head over to him and couldn't help but smile. It was a smile full of love and adoration, one that made Todd raise an eyebrow.

"I'm alright," you replied, reaching for the water that was by your bedside. You failed miserably, but Todd noticed it and hovered it over to your hands.

He took the opportunity to grab another chip and take a bite before looking back at you.

"You sure you're okay? I mean, you got hurt 'cause of me.”

"That's what I get for dating a badass, I guess." You laughed, shaking your head.

Todd scoffed, "That's not funny."

"It kinda is."

"Whatever." He crossed his arms and pouted a little bit. "I'll have to watch my back more now. I could have killed you."

“It’s okay. Envy would’ve reunited us if you had. She would’ve torn you a new one. I'd say you dodged a bullet there.”

As Todd munched on his Doritos, nodding along to your words, you knew there was nothing in his brain that connected what you’d just said. He was most definitely agreeing, just to agree.

And just because of that, you couldn't help but admire him. He was sitting there with his messy hair and those brown eyes of his. His clothes were wrinkled, and you could see the tiredness in his eyes, but none of it mattered to you because he was still so beautiful.

Todd being a vegan was also a blessing because it gave him such an amazing physique. He was lean but toned, his abs always visible even under his baggy shirts. Not that you cared if they were showing or not.

"Can I have a chip?” You asked him.

He turned towards you with a look of horror on his face. "You don’t like these. You like the non-vegan Doritos.”

“Aren’t they all… not vegan?”

Todd let out a sigh, his eyes rolling back.

"Not these. Spicy Sweet Chili. I got these from the vending machine. They're for me."

He sounded like a little child, which you couldn't help but laugh at. He always was so serious about these things, even though they were snacks that were meant to be shared with people.

"That's not what I asked." You said.

"Yeah, but-"

You made grabby hands at him. You were starting to feel that pain again as your muscles were getting tired. You needed those chips.

"Todd, please."

He let out a sigh, trying to hold back a smile. He was always such a big softie for you.

He handed over a bag of chips, and you wasted no time in taking one. Immediate regret as you took a bite out of the spicy snack, choking as you did so. You managed to swallow it down before taking in a drink of water to wash it all down.

"Told you that you wouldn't like them." He said with a grin.

"I… like them. I just don't like how I feel after I eat them."

"Mhmm.”

You glared at him, narrowing your eyes. "Stop being smug."

"I can't help it if I'm so cool." He winked.

He wasn't wrong, though. Todd had a very good self-esteem about himself and was never shy to tell you so. But it was the way he said it, that smug look of his and his stupid wink, that made you want to punch him and kiss him.

It was those little things.

"You know," you said as you crossed your arms, "this isn't how I planned on spending my Friday night."

"I know, babe. I know."

"I mean, I thought we were going to have some quality time. The two of us and the TV, I really wanted to catch up on that old Ed and Rose storyline.”

"I know, I know.”

"And instead, I'm here with and because of you." You glared at him as you finished your sentence.

He was ready for your attack, crossing his arms to match yours. You two were in the middle of a staring contest when Todd opened his mouth to say something, but the nurse came in at the worst possible moment to interrupt him.

"Ah, you're awake. How're you feeling?”

Unfortunately, this made Todd win the battle as you were forced to look at the nurse. She had a smile on her face, one that made you feel relaxed. Todd turned to look at her as well.

"I'm feeling better now." You said. "Thank you for asking."

The nurse nodded her head, writing down your words before turning to Todd with a smile. "Since your friend—”

“Girlfriend.” He corrected her, pointing a finger at you.

You couldn't help but laugh, turning your head to the side as you did so. Your laughter got the nurse to smile.

"I apologize. Since your girlfriend is doing better, you’re welcome to visit back in the morning. Visitation hours are from eight to twelve and one to three. After that, only family will be allowed in.”

Todd turned to look at you, and you could see that he wanted to say something, but with a simple nod from you, he leaned back in the chair with his arms crossed, giving the nurse his attention.

She gave him another smile as she looked back at you. "I’ll come back in about an hour for a checkup. Press the button if you need anything in the meantime."

"Thank you." You replied.

She left the room smiling, leaving the two of you to look at each other.

You let out a sigh as you leaned your head back on the bed, closing your eyes. Todd's eyes never left you, staring at you as you did so.

“Should've said we were married. I would've been able to stay the night here." He said.

"Yeah, but then I wouldn't be able to sleep because of your snoring. You know, that's why I get up so early in the mornings. I have no choice but to leave the bed when you're snoozing away."

Todd had the audacity to smile at that, shaking his head.

"Whatever, I don't snore. Besides, you love the way my arms feel around you."

You opened one eye, staring at him. "Are you trying to make me feel bad?"

"No. I'm just stating the facts. I have great arms if you hadn't noticed."

You scoffed at him and his bragging. You closed your eyes again.

"I hate you so much."

"I know." He said with a smirk on his face. “Can I have my chips back now? You ate almost all of them."

You handed the bag back to him without another word, sighing deeply. You could feel Todd's stare at you as he opened up the bag again.

You heard him take another chip into his mouth as he stared at you, but he was too quiet, so you knew he had something else to say.

"What?" You asked, already knowing the answer.

"You know that I meant it when I said sorry, right?"

"Of course I know, Todd. You always apologize."

He swallowed down his chips. "Yeah, but this time I really meant it. I was so scared when you got hurt. I didn’t mean to; I just got pissed at Lynette, and that all happened."

"Todd, it's okay. I know you didn't mean it. You would never hurt me."

"You're sure?" He asked.

You opened up your eyes again, looking at him. He was staring down at his lap as he said those words, biting his lip. You could tell that he was genuinely worried about this, so you reached over and made grabby hands again, but instead of the chips, you were looking for him.

Todd looked up at you and raised an eyebrow. He placed the bag of chips aside and got out of his chair, going over to the side of the bed to look at you. You placed both of your hands on either side of his neck, smiling at him.

"I'm positive. I know how much I mean to you, Todd. You don't need to worry. I'm not mad at you."

He was looking right into your eyes as you said that and nodded his head, moving closer toward you as he placed his hands on the side of the bed. You didn't want him to be too far away from you, so you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I'm just glad you're okay. I didn't mean for this to happen. I swear."

"I know." You replied. "It's not your fault."

You stared at each other for a few more moments before he leaned down and kissed you. He placed both of his hands on either side of the bed as he deepened the kiss. He didn't do this often, but when he did, he knew exactly what he was doing.

He was also extremely careful now that you had broken your leg, making sure that he wasn't putting any pressure on your side. He placed one hand on your face to hold you in place as he kissed you while his other hand supported his body.

It felt like a few minutes had passed before he broke the kiss. He leaned down and rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too."

It wasn't the first time he said it, and it definitely wasn't the first time you had said it to him, but it was the first time you heard those words without any fear in his voice. There was no worry, no hesitation, only love.

He opened his eyes, looking at you with a smile on his face. His brown eyes always captivated you, especially when he smiled.

You felt your own smile spread as you looked into those beautiful eyes of his, kissing him on the cheek before snuggling up to him.

You felt his hands wrap around your body and sighed contently. Eventually, he’d have to leave, but until then, you were going to enjoy this.

And if it came with spicy chips, then even better.

[ratking-lyrr]

Another silly sour lemon scribble for the twitter trend, though I think this one might've been funnier in my head. This one's for my Mario+Rabbids friends.

[nuclear-w1nter]

Hancock discovered he liked to make Nick laugh. Who wouldn't? Not like it was too hard, at least for him. Most of the commonwealth just assumed that Nick had no sense of humor, or that he never laughed at anything because he worked all the time. While the second was woefully true (Hancock and Nora had been trying for ages to make the synth relax for even a moment, with varying degrees of success and heaping mounts of failure) the first was just an outright lie. Nick had plenty of humour. He just wasn't the greatest at actually telling jokes.

Now, some did land pretty well, particularly the raider—bomb "beep-beep-beep" story, where Nick grinned like a fool every time he retold it, or the snappy comebacks he'd quip at the more bigoted of the Boston area. Other than that it was mostly bad puns, and afterwards Nick would act embarrassed he'd even bothered to tell them. That fact made them much funnier than what they were.

But when Hancock talked to Nick, he was always a little bit surprised at what made the gumshoe laugh. Hancock could tell some good ones, and that usually did a decent job, as it did on almost anybody. But what really got Nick was… for lack of a better word, way dumber than what the commonwealth might've assumed.

"This is the guy I've been looking for," Nick had said to Hancock on the doorstep of Goodneighbour, holding a little Polaroid photo in his metal hand, "You recognize him?"

In the photo, a man with a flannel shirt on, torn and grey, with a pair of jeans that looked utterly destroyed by the threads. His hair was thinning, and he had no shoes on, somehow managing to be entirely barefoot despite the fact that the possibility of stepping on a dirty nail and getting an infection was just as dangerous as a super mutant. Hancock shook his head. "Nah, man, I haven't seen that one around here, think I would recognize a guy who's got his sha-boing-boing's out like that."

Nick had shut his eyes, clasping the fingers of his good hand around the bridge of his nose. At first, he'd just assumed Nick was irritated, or mad, and braced himself for some sort of scolding. This is serious, Hancock, he ran off with stolen goods. Instead what he was met with was the opposite.

A grin cracked on Nick's face, small at first, but the more seconds passed the more it grew, until the hand on his nose went to his lips to try and cover it up. His mechanical shoulders shook just a little, and for the life of him, Hancock thought he heard the detective's fans whirring and sputtering. He was about to ask if Nick was hurt, before he heard the laughing.

It was an odd noise, higher pitched than one might expect and somewhat… garbled at parts? Like the man's voice box couldn't keep up with the pitch, and so to compensate it became warbly and static-like in places. To those who hated synths it might've sounded scary, but to Hancock it just made the man somehow more endearing. As if that were even possible.

"Hancock—" Nick tried to say, almost unable to in the midst of his wheezing and laughter. "I-I've never in my life— heard anyone say some shit like sha—" and then he dissolved into more compulsive fits of laughter, and Hancock was sure he'd seen the detective's cheeks turn as grey as a bruise, apparently his version of a flushed face.

Hancock smiled, lopsided and cocky. "Nicky? Are you serious?" Hancock began to laugh with him. "Of all things I say, sha-boing-boing's is the thing that does it to you?" Nick burst into another fit of giggles as Hancock spoke. Jesus Christ, the man sounded like he was fucking dying, and Hancock started to wheeze with laughter alongside him.

[spectraling]

Hi-- just an anon here with a small thought! A bit of context-- A friend of mine brought up the idea of men not knowing about the eating habits of hobbits, and conversely, hobbits not knowing about the eating habits of men. Thus, to a man, a hobbit's appetite must be bountiful and to a hobbit, a man's appetite must seem rather meager. I bring this up to you specifically because this made me think of Merry and Eowyn sharing meal together, yet having vastly different ideas of what a 'meal' is

It's just a constant misunderstanding lmao. Merry having to remind himself that Éowyn didn't hate that entire chicken he made for her just bc she didn't finish it, it's just that men eat like hobbit children. They're enormous but they eat hardly anything to maintain themselves...... This must seem as magical to hobbits as their ability to disappear seems to men.

Éowyn making a meal and Merry's like "ah you brought a refreshing snack". This is fucking dinner??? If she ever went to the Shire she'd have a minor heart attack when she gets to witness a true hobbit feast. Where do they keep everything? Like not even the stuff they put into their bellies, but all of the food at all times?? Half of their houses must be dedicated to the preservation of it (and probably is).

It's a funny idea, but I actually don't remember if it's ever specified that hobbits eat in as big or even surpassing the quantities of men (someone please remind me it's been a hot minute since I read the books) or if it's one of those things that got feet of its own, kinda like well. The idea that hobbits have huge feet, which doesn't seem to be part of Tolkien's canon lol. It says that hobbits love to indulge in the pleasures of life, such as food, and that they would have six meals as often as they could. But that doesn't mean that those meals were equally big or that each meal were the size of what men had (or that they had them all the time).

But again it's ofc funnier to imagine them being able to hoover up insane amounts of food and having some crazy hobbit metabolism, just like their anatomy is distinctly different from (and quite perplexing to) men in some other ways. No wonder they spend most of their time growing, preparing and eating food lmao.

I read a theory that said that since hobbits are so small they have to eat more often to regulate their temperature, similar to what smaller animals do compared to larger ones, and it's adorable and makes me think of Merry loving to snuggle up to Éowyn bc she's like a furnace to him.

Speaking of food I also love the common fanon idea that hobbits - being canonically way more resilient than men - can eat pretty much anything, and this meaning that Merry wouldn't even be phased by Rohirric cuisine, which in my head includes things that are....foul to other cultures, based on Scandinavian cuisine which I don't think is too far off from what the Rohirric equivalent might've looked like. The PJ movies made a nod towards this?? (I made a post about it here), although maybe it's just a jab at Éowyn herself, but anyway I love the idea of Éowyn being stoked about Merry enjoying their strange and off-putting ways. Maybe this means Éowyn has a strong stomach herself.

And now I'm hungry

[sciderman]

I won't lie, there's a centrain magic to reading comics, maybe it's because you have more control over the direction, speed, voices and music when reading over watching something, maybe it's how creative people can get with panel lay-outs, maybe it's all of those things along with the different art styles and way people express themselves through their comic runs, maybe it's the fact there's SO many of them and so many different runs, AUs, versions, solo-stories and characters that while not every comics is for everyone, there's A comics for everyone.

And it's something that only animation can come close to capturing, occasionaly some games because they can give us amazing set pieces and action and stylization through gameplay. But to me live action movies just miss the mark exept a few and even then i just enjoy the comics more.

I think one big thing for me is the narration, because it helps me relate to characters as someone who's thoughts are pretty loud and narration-like, and the fact it's ME who decides how i make the characters sound and talk rather than having to listen to someone else voice the character in a way that i feel isn't "right".

So i'd say personaly it's comics>>books (i like books, and i LOVE fanfics but the visual part stimulates my brain more) >>>animation>games>live action

i agree wholeheartedly! i don't know, i'm kind of in love with the comic medium. but i love writing, also. i just - i really don't like the passivity of animation and television - i need a lot more stimulation than that to get my brain working. i like all the brain work you have to do when you're reading words. and i love the challenge of pulling off "comedic timing" when you don't actually HAVE the dimension of time in your medium exactly - so you have to work with panelling, and you have to work with spacing in your writing - and it's just so sexy and more active for the brain. like you're inventing a language.

comedy writing in comics is so, so fulfilling because you're a comedian, but your format is visual. you need to rely on visual language to carry it. and jokes are all about expectation and subversion and timing. a joke can fall so flat if that timing is off. and - i don't know, i'm obsessed with comics, as if they're some kind of form of visual poetry. it's taken for granted, i think. it's taken for granted.

i think you become more restricted the more dimensions you introduce - so - writing is entirely free. you can do WHATEVER you want, all by yourself, without needing to rely on the quality of your art software or the actors you have at your disposal or anything - you can conjure any visual you like. comics - more challenging, you're limited by your artistic ability but again - you're not restricted by voice cast - god, i love being able to conjure any voice at all in my head for the boys. i think if i was restricted by voice actors i'd have to write them differently, et cetera et cetera... i'd be dealing with VAs and saying "actually. your delivery is all wrong. i have to rewrite the joke." - i'm so particular about these things, you have no idea.

i remember the first time i watched the deadpool movie after having read the original script over and over YEARS prior and having heard it play out in my head in the most hilarious of ways and then. hearing ryan's delivery of those jokes and thinking "oh. it's not that funny actually."

sorry ryan. it might've been funnier if i hadn't read the script already and hadn't already had the movie play out in my brain way funnier than how you did it. sorry. my brain is a better cinema.

something i also love about print vs film - i've had this problem with a lot of adaptations - i despise film adaptations of books i love, just because - something is so sullied about having so many hands in the pot. actors. camera men. producers. directors. all these people - when - what i loved about the book was feeling close to the author. it's just me and him. we're together, intimately. and all of that intimacy gets lost when you know there's a huge film crew behind it.

kind of weird. i love reading a book and just, giggling over the pages, like it's a joke between me and the author. i don't know, i'm a weird little saddo who craves intimacy. so i like the intimacy of it being a one-man show. i love things where i can feel close to the creator. i hope that's why people like my things too. and it's why i like my things. i sometimes think "ouugh. why can't i work for marvel" but i think about how - i'm lucky i get to create what i want to create without having to compromise or answer to editorial. and what i create can always be unapologetically me. and that means more. that means so much more.

[modelbus]

Are you still taking requests?? And if so do you do angst? If yes to both could you maybe do a cc!tommy x reader where it's like, one-sided? Tommy is like, completely infatuated with someone else and reader is entirely in love with him and just kind of has to live with it cause they've been best friends for like, 4yrs at that point. Reader can be a streamer or not, but Tommy's fans know about them regardless from storytimes or them being in his videos. But I've had this idea in my head for like a week at this point and I need it out of my system😭

I'm sorry it took me forever to get to this! But It's finally done!

Pairing: CC!Tommy x Gn!Reader

Only one

This was worryingly easy. Unfairly easy, even. It always was, no matter what changes.

Vlogs with Tommy. Videos with Tommy. A stream with Tommy. Anything with Tommy.

It's so easy to blame it on being best friends. The symmetry between the two of you coupled with how you were both always grinning around each other was evident to anyone who spent any time with the two of you.

You and Tommy, best friends.

It's so easy to blame it on that.

How long has it been that you've been in love with him? Counting the days would be pathetic (isn't that what you are?) so you haven't. Yet. 

One-sided love might be the worst thing to ever happen to you. Worse than when you scraped your knee tripping on pavement, or when Tommy "accidentally" pushed you into the water at the fountain. 

There were three definite facts in your life:

1. You were hopelessly in love with Tommyinnit, and have been for nearly the entire time you've known him.

2. He, most certainly, did not feel the same way.

3. No matter how infatuated you were, you'd be his best friend for as long as he'd have you.

Of course, there were always the less certain things too. The ones that kept you up at night, worries filled in your head.

Normally when that happened, you got into a call with Tommy and played some mindless game for too long.

For example: you think Wilbur Knows. Knows, with a capital "K" because it was simply that important. On the other hand, you also think he won't tell Tommy. A small miracle.

Between the way you were always around him, attracted to him like he's the goddamn sun, and the way you're always donning the stupidest smile, it probably was obvious.

Lucky for you, Tommy was completely oblivious. And, hopefully, he'd stay that way forever.

Unlucky for you, Tommy was completely oblivious. And hopelessly obsessed with someone else.

"She's perfect, I fucking swear." He had groaned, throwing himself onto the bed next to you.

"No one's perfect, Tom." Was the cliche but true response you had come up with.

"She is."

Welcome to hell.

You were a good friend though, and you cared too much about him for your own good, so you subjected yourself to it. The torture of listening to him talk about someone else, just so you could see his smile.

And so it went.

"The fact she's even talking to me is..." He shakes his hands in the air dramatically, making you laugh even as it feels like you're breaking.

"Is she funny?" You asked one day. 

"Not funnier than me." He joked, grinning. "But she's perfect, so of course she is."

He got a date with her. Of course he did, he's Tommy. How anyone wouldn't like him is beyond you.

"I gave her my jacket." He whispered over a call to you at night, after his date. "That got me good points, right? People like that shit?"

"Yeah, people like that shit. She'll be head over heels for you in no time." You had assured him. 

She will be head over heels for him, eventually. But you already were.

"What if I fucked it up though?" He had groaned.

"You didn't. And if she doesn't want you, then fuck her." You might've said that with a bit too much passion. "You're awesome. Millions of people see that, so her loss."

"...Thanks. Oh fuck she's texting me!"

You'd do this forever. Let pieces of you break, until they're all broken, just to see him happy. 

He was your best friend, and you were his.

And that?

That came first, over whatever feelings you had for him.