#ninni has ideas

[pluttskutt]

okay so in my trans autistic Steve au, he can not deal with bodily fluids because it's gross and should stay inside the body right

Eddie gets sick with fever and has never really had anyone care for him. Wayne did his best but was alone working full time.

And Steve knocks on his door because Robin told him how sick Eddie is and he's like "I can not believe you didn't tell me you have a fever 😤" and starts cleaning up old dishes to cook a decent meal

Meanwhile Eddie is so confused because Steve hates germs and sick people and Steve is so offended like "🙄 just go nap" and stocks up the kitchen and props up the bed so he won't cough as bad

He's not "aww baby 🥺" about it but "I bought you a water bottle to keep by your bed n you better drink 😤 and eat real food stupid 😤 here's a bin for your snot paper smh 🙄"

Aggressive care taker Steve 😤

[pinkiemachine]

More BatFamily X Meet the Robinsons (I don’t have time to draw this whole thing)

Tim: What’s your name, fruit-head?

Jon: Well, Jon, but—

Tim: Jon, huh? Well, say, Jon, you haven’t seen a spleen around here have ya?

Jon: A spleen?!

Tim: Yeah, my spleen! :) Been digging holes all day. Can’t find it anywhere.

Jon: Alright, look—I need to get back to the garage. Damian left me down there, and I wasn’t suppose to leave, and then this monster attacked me on the porch and—

Tim: Monster? There’s no monster on the porch you ninny! XD

Jon: Listen to me—

Tim: Of course, I also didn’t think there was a Starro living on my arm, and—whoop! *lifts arm to reveal Jarro* Looky there! Hope he ain’t got rabies!

Jon: Dude—I need to get to the garage!

Tim: Oh, sure, I’ll get you there in a jiffy. I know a shortcut!

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*opens secret entrance to the living room*

Tim: Welcome to the garage! … … … Well, I’m completely lost.

Jon: …

Artemis: Hello, Tim!

Tim: Hey, Artemis! Jon and I are looking for the garage!

Dusan: We have a garage?

Tim: Apparently so. :)

*and maybe Dusan and Artemis have a duel or something, idk*

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*Damian arrives back in the garage*

Damian: Alright, Jon. I’ve got the—*the garage is empty* …Jon?

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*Tim and Jon walk past Jason who’s beating the snot out of a punching bag and screaming*

Tim: That’s Jason. He’s pretty chill.

Jon: …

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*I don’t know how to translate Nyssa into Art’s bit*

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*Tim and Jon on the roof*

Tim: Well what are we doing up here?

Jon: Looking for the garage…

Tim: Oh yeah!

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*in another room of the house*

Mar’i: Jake! You stop hogging the trapeze or I’m telling mom!

Jake: Oh, lighten up, sis!

Mar’i: Jake, I mean it!

Dick: Children, please! Your mother is trying to take a nap—

Starfire: What is all the yelling out here?!

Jake: She started it!

Mar’i: He started it!

Starfire: I don’t wanna hear any more!

Dick: Now, sweetie—

Starfire: Don’t you sweetie me! I’m going for a drive.

*leaves and peels out*

Tim: That’s strange. She usually takes the Harley.

Jon: …

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Tim: Ooh, I think my girlfriend Steph is baking cookies!

*opens door to disco room, and Steph is jamming out*

Tim: Bake them cookies, Steph!

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*looking at Ace*

Jon: Why is your dog wearing glasses?

Tim: Oh, because his insurance won’t pay for contacts.

ba dum tss!

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Tim: That’s Duke, and that’s Cassandra.

*both wave “hi”*

*suddenly, Goliath appears!*

Tim: Oh look, there’s—

Jon: Ah! That’s the monster!

Tim: Oh no, Jon, this is just Goliath, one of Damian’s pets! And this is our butler, Alfred.

*Alfred has Goliath on a leash*

Alfred: Pleased to meet you.

Jon: Y-you too.

Tim: Hey, Alfie, any idea how to get to the garage?

Alfred: Have you tried Miss Kyle?

Tim: Well, that’s true, we didn’t ask her yet.

Jon: Who’s that?

Tim: Damian’s step-mom, Selina. I think you’ll like her :)

*opens door to Selina’s pet sanctuary*

Selina: Hey guys!

*there’s probably a bunch of cool creatures in there, like magical ones, alien ones, take your pick*

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ANYWAY, I’d write that they found Tim’s spleen, but I don’t think anyone wants to read that XD

Original Post for more context 👇

[callmedylan]

I got bored and made a future Moomin valley AU and gave them all little happy families

So my Moomin valley fixation came back after like 5 whole years, and originally these were just meant to be one off little ship kid concepts but I grew attached to them and the idea of it and eventually it kinda evolved into a next generation AU in the span of like 3 days… Hope I’m not too late to the party chat…

I’ve been thinking up a LOT about this AU, but I’ll just give a basic run down rlly fast:

Lumi and Linna are best friends and basically take over the roles of snufkin and moomin, who are now lumis parents, the AU is very slice of life and follows a lot of the main lessons from the original moomin shows (Especially a veeeerrryyy familiar dilemma about a friend feeling sad over one choosing to leave for the winter)

Lumi is similar to Snufkin where she has a big urge to get away from social situations and be on her own, and can really only spend prolonged amount of time with her parents (or Linna in certain situations). Despite looking almost exactly like snufkin, she acts a lot like Joxter and it’s no suprise the two are actually very close especially considering their equal love for sleeping and hating authority. Despite her love for sleeping and her indifference to the idea of hibernation, ever since Lumi was able to choose she’s always chose to go south with Snufkin. Even if this makes Linna sad.

Linna is much more social than Lumi, and doesn’t mind speaking her mind and having fun with others. She takes after Snorkmaiden with her love for Romance, and often fantasizes about her “Prince Charming.” Linna, unlike Lumi, has hibernated for all her life, even after she was given the option to hibernate or not, she often wishes that Lumi would stay for the winter, but Lumi is insistent on traveling, but the two are always happy to meet again during the spring and go on their normal adventures. She usually acts as the “pact leader” and is often the one leading the games and day plans, but Lumi helps take charge when they are going on adventures as she is best at it.

There’s a couple side characters that are turned into more important roles, like for example in this AU the joxter is actually a reoccurring character !! (Let’s just pretend that Joxter and Snufkin met & rekindle their relationship and so now Joxter gets to be a silly grandfather!!)

That’s pretty much the basic rundown, and yes I did choose to ship snorkmaiden and Ninny, it was last minute but I thought it’d be actually rlly cute unironically.

Anyways Here’s some extra doodles I made cause I wanted to attempt to replicate Tove’s doodling style to finish off this post, so enjoy these!! And thank you for reading!!

[bonny-kookoo]

oh my GOD ninny- i LOVED the fricking drabble for princess! Please, force feed us more!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Let's see.. oh yeah, how about I tell you about the time he put MC on her fridge?

"We bought that for the entire week, not just today." Jungkook scolds you, closing the fridge again right into your face. "You can't just eat everything at once." He explains, and you cross your arms, annoyed.

"It's not like I don't have the money for it." You huff, glaring at him. "It wasn't even all that expensive-"

"But it's wasteful." He argues. "You'll open all the packages, and then stuff gets bad quicker. Wasting food is a no-go." He denies you, and nod after a moment, feeling a bit ashamed about it.

Jungkook is really trying to help you get used to a normal life- because he plans on making that a possibility for you, once he gets you out of that slave contract. And its obvious he, to some degree, has to start at the very basics of living on your own, and that includes things such as this. You've never learned how to pace your emotions at all, and so he can't blame you for getting so overly excited about all the groceries you bought today- wanting to eat them all at once, no feeling of hunger or appetite at all.

Or more so, you have a constant appetite, at all times- but no idea how to really listen to your body if it's just a craving, or genuine hunger.

And it's not just food you seem to have this problem with- it's also other aspects of life. Be it at dance practice where you can get so excited about things that you almost faint on him due to exhaustion, and whenever you're comfortable, you'll sleep until you get a headache from it. You have barely any feeling for time, you never got taught how to use money and how to value it, and you also never been out as much as these days with him.

He will probably forever remember that ride on the bus with you, simply because you were so in awe of everything around you. In a way, it's also interesting to him, because all the things that are normal and boring to him, are mesmerizing to you.

The second he's not looking at you however, you're back at the fridge, and frankly, he's had enough of your antics today. So with not much thought, he picks you up, and puts you right on top of the small fridge you have in your apartment, before stepping back.

"Let me down!" You argue, but he just shakes his head. "This isn't funny-"

"Never said it was." He tells you. "But you get what you deserve. I told you, you've been really testing me today, and I can really only take so much." He explains, making your curled tail unravel in shame as you realize how exhausting you must've been for him. And the moment he sees that, he walks closer again, carefully getting you back down to look at you. "I'm not angry at you. Just a little exhausted." He jokes, and you nod.

"M' sorry." You apologize, but he just pets your head playfully, before he walks towards your couch, where you sit down as well. "What're you doing?" You ask, and he shrugs, before he lays down.

"I need to recharge." He tells you. "Babysitting is making me tired, you know?" He teases, but much to his surprise, you instead quietly lay down next to him, even going as far as to cuddle up, before you wait, most likely for any sort of reaction.

But all you get, is his arm around you, pulling you in more comfortably-

quietly accepting not only the close proximity, but so much more.

[browniefox]

I asked for fic recs so it only makes sense that I provide some.

The Invisible Stan by The Last Speecher (HeidiMelone)

Simple, short, but elegant. You know how hanahaki disease is a trope? I feel like this should be a trope, but idk what you'd call it - Ninny disease sounds bad, but like it's clearly based off of Ninny from the Moomins. Anyway, great fic <3

An Outreached Hand by WDW

Ghost trick au! Love a good ghost trick au! I reread this recently and it still holds up so well, still so good even if unfinished. Haven't played ghost trick since, some of the twists make a hair more sense - especially the twist in the last chapter posted and being like 'OH IT'S *THE* GHOST TRICK'. Shoutout to undead creepiness and cute kitties :3

Retrograde by scrawling_stardumb

Kissing this one on the mouth. Only one chapter and unfinished, but it's a long chapter and really makes you go 'whoa'. It's interesting because the summary *technically* gives you more info than the chapter itself, but it's that kind of dramatic irony that fits the writing so well. A good solid McGucket POV too, which there really isn't enough of. Tbh, it stands okay almost as a one shot? I wish this became a whole popular au like all the others, bc it kicks ass as a concept.

Finding the Right Frequency by impish_nature

A pretty cute one! Ford trying to figure out how to deal with Bill, and Stan having found a stable job, and someow their two worlds intersect. Cute moments between the two, and some good Stans getting to reconnect.

Things You Can't Take Back by thesnadger

Classic by the Snadger! I always appreciate people who take Stan's memory less and make it more complicated, or at least have there be aftershocks to have your whole life erased :D So well written.

like they were a perfect fit by hapful

Stanford Pines and the photo he never looses. A beautiful story about Ford throughout the ages and his opnions on family, specifically Stan.

putting the dog to sleep by parsnipit

Old Yeller is such a sad story, and also some of this made me think of Mice and Men, and ugh just Stan and Ford and beign willing to kill something you love - sometimes because you love it - and it's such a perfect analogy to them I could die.

none of those phds is an md, you dumb idiot by untrustworthyglitch

I always love a fic that acknowledges language barriers. It reminds me of a really old fic where I did something similar, but like, being away from Earth would lead to you forgetting a lot of things, including language.

Too Late, Too Soon, Not Enough by IncomingAlbatross

Ah, gotta love a good fic that shows the missing scene of Ford and Stan switching places. Who came up with the idea? Who needed to be convinced? What swears do they get to use while off camera? Stan I love you so much, and Ford I lov eyou for beig nso complicated.

Raising Stakes by MaryPSue

Mwah! A Classic if I've ever seen one! While I'm partial to werewolf!Stan, Vampire!Stan does have so much potential and MaryPSue puts it to use so well! A great look into what Gravity Falls was like back in taht time period, and I love when people utilize Susan in fics that take place pre-portal <3 Also, Carla! I miss you so much Carla <3 It's drama, it's action, it's everything!

Lost and Found by PengyChan

Tate & Fiddleford have a lot of untapped potential, and while I think going the angst route makes a lot of sense, this one is almost more fluff and catharsis, I guess? I love it, near and dear to me.

Off-Season by anistarrose

Time Travel fic, but not a timestuck au? More likely than you think! A cute oneshot with particular focus on Stan, Mabel, and Dipper. Just a fluffy little thing with a couple strangers helping Stan out through a difficult winter.

Persist and Dwell by fencesit

A bit of Soos's trust in Grunkle Stan, and a mystery that isn't so much mystery as it is simply just not explicitly said. One of the final scenes has still stuck with me, and this is defo a concept I'd love to see explored more.

flee from your ghosts (burn your house down) by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup

While typically OTGW x Gravity Falls crossovers are, like, Pinescone, I'm partial to this version where Wirt is their dad. There'a few details that didn' sit well with me, but over all so incredible and well written. Some of the metaphors are just so evocative I could eat them. The descriptions are to die for. And I love the depiction of a dad struggling to get his kids to open up to him that feels like it's part dads struggle with teens and part those pines twins just won't tell the truth.

If you have any Gravity Falls fic recs, feel free to comment them!

[animentality]

Never assume that female authors can't be misogynistic.

JK Rowling literally wrote the most appallingly embarrassing and vapid female characters known to humankind, and she's a woman and supposed "feminist." Every female character she had fell under 4 categories:

1) Dutiful and devoted mother

2) vapid girly girl who's a bitch because she's girly and she's hot and pretty but empty headed and hates books

4) a fat villain, whose main physical attribute is that she's fat, and also she's evil.

3) cool girl who's not like other girls because she's nerdy and/or a jock.

Then you have Stephanie Meyer. Who has insisted she isn't misogynistic because she would've written Bella as a flat and boring character even if she was male...and then when she wrote a gender bent twilight, she immediately gave male Bella an actual personality.

Like.

It's sad but.

But you know.

Women can be bad writers, lol.

Women can see other women as not people too. Women can be so vicious about other women, in fiction and in real life, maybe even more judgmental and harsh and callous than they'd ever be towards a man.

I kind of laugh at it because think of it like this...

Why did JK Rowling write from the perspective of a boy?

Because she probably grew up with the idea that she wasn't like other girls.

She had a working brain and didn't chase after boys all the time, like those other dumb lipstick wearing ninnies that were popular and cool and made fun of her in school.

So she wrote from the pov of a boy because she secretly thought I'm like the boys!!! I have thoughts!!! I wish to live vicariously through a protagonist who's a boy, and has his opinions and feelings heard.

Which is also hilarious in hindsight, because of how anti trans she now is. Like JK, my girl, my dude, what are you doing? You can't be a boy, silly.

And Stephanie Meyer is a Mormon, but let's say the reason she can't write female characters, or more specifically, a protagonist, is because she also frames the male as being the interesting one.

Neither of those authors could shake off the feeling that all women are bland and vapid and uninteresting, and men are the main focus.

And this was with vaginas, you know?

Shockingly...having a vagina does not immediately guarantee that you'll have any sympathy for other vagina havers.

Anyway.

This wasn't about anything, I was just thinking the other day of how female authors can be so violently misogynistic and it's really sad.

I admit I was also thinking about lizzo.

Being a woman...doesn't mean you support other women.

And when you are a woman, and you don't support other women...you're just awful.

[janetkwallace]

Gutsy doesn't have the guts, or how to screw up a season finale

(Warning: Spoilers of Moominvalley Season 4 ahead)

The hell was that ending.

How come no one at Gutsy, from the storyboard team to the artists to the 3d animators to the writers to the editors to the directors to the executive producers looked at the Comet in Moominland episode and said "that ending could be better" or something, or actually anything, did they just nodded in approval as it was done?

It baffles me that they thought it was a neat idea and didn't question how odd of a choice it was to end the series that way. So, In case you don't care about spoilers, well, here it goes:

A big comet approaches Moominvalley, oh no! Everyone (with the exception of a few characters who never appeared again, like Emma, Misabel, Ninny, Fillyjonk's nieces, Teety-Woo, to name a few) goes to Sniff's Cave.

Moomintroll is like: "We must face our fear instead of hiding from it!", despite said fear being a freaking comet that will fry everyone as soon as it reaches Moominvalley. They leave the cave so everyone can die together, which sounds silly but whatever.

Not even once they contemplate their mortality, despite the episode pretending they are. How do you expect the audience to care if not even the characters show any concern to the looming threat on the horizon? Is it too much for children to experience the fear of death or any existential thoughts? I mean, this is Moomins, a series with frozen squirrels, Fillyjonks craving all sorts of disasters and sad pinwheel on the beach episodes. Oh, and a story about child abuse and how we need to listen to the downtrodden to aid their healing, but the 2019 series somehow found a way to screw that up, and I'll probably talk about it later.

What matters is that the Groke appears, and like a fly attracted to a bug zapper, she heads towards the comet, something happens (I don't know exactly what, did she froze the comet, did she ate it, did she explode, it's unclear), but everyone is happy.

Really, everyone just leaves and goes to a party. The comet, as it seems, was just a fleeting glimmer. And the best part, the one that made me laugh to myself because of how dumb it is in retrospect: The Groke dies for everyone's sins and becomes a force ghost that only Moomintroll can see.

The end.

I'm not kidding. This is the season finale's final act. This is how the 2019 Moominvalley series ends. Moomintroll looks at the viewer and we hear the Groke's moan off-screen. She is okay! But where is she? Is she alive? Is she dead? Is this a Schrodinger's Groke? Are we, the audience, supposed to be the Groke? Nah, that would not make any sense.

The Groke, of all characters, sacrificed herself for a bunch of people and it has no impact whatsoever. Like, do you expect everyone to know the symbolism behind the Groke, how she represents loneliness and a desire to feel something she can never attain? And that symbolism isn't even properly established in the series, to begin with, so what's the point of getting rid of the Groke? And she isn't even dead because Gutsy won't say that, and if you can't do something that Shin Moomin did five decades ago and better, then something is wrong. If you can't do something Tove herself did in one of the novels, then something is utterly wrong.

Although, to be fair, why the Groke? Is it so the comet would be gone? How does "the Groke freezing a comet" (I guess) is a better option than "the comet is about to hit the valley but it changes course"? This is like Moominvalley attempting to be its own unique adaptation by taking choices and u-turns in the narrative in order to stand out from the rest, but the result is this convoluted mess that either gets unnoticed or is just strange.

Overall, it was an okay episode. As someone who has seen the worst of humanity through MST3K, Comet in Moominvalley is mostly competent. Eh, at least the music was nice, but the episode could have been a lot better, and who knows, someone may have liked it as it is. I did not, and that's why I wrote all of this.

[memepocalypse]

The Simpsons pt 3

There's a lot of these!

“Come on. Cartoons don’t have to be 100% realistic.”

“If you take away our cartoons, we’ll grow up without a sense of humor and be robots.”

“Everybody needs a nemesis.”

"As intelligence goes up, happiness often goes down. In fact, I made a graph.”

“I tried the coat hanger again. I don’t understand why we can only try ideas once.”

“Don’t you think we ought to attack the roots of our social problems instead of jamming people into overcrowded prisons?”

“My brother is using worms. But I, who feel the tranquility far outweighs the actual catching of fish, am using nothing.”

"The only reason to apologize is if you look deep down inside yourself and you find a spot, something you wish wasn’t there, because you feel bad you hurt someone's feelings.”

"They want sentiment? I’ll pump ’em so full of sap they’ll have to blow their nose with a pancake!”

“I always knew someday [name] would violently rise up and cast off the shackles of our male oppressors.”

“I learned that beneath my goody-two-shoes lies some very dark socks.”

“It’s not funny. Millions of girls will grow up thinking that this is the right way to act—that they can never be more than vacuous ninnies whose only goal is to look pretty, land a rich husband, and spend all day on the phone with their equally vacuous friends talking about how damn terrific it is to look pretty and have a rich husband!”

“There are some things we don’t want to know. Important things.”

“Spend less time on your back and more time on your knees.”

“Well I can’t say for sure, but as a Christian, I assume the worst.”

“Call me Delta Airlines, because I can’t handle all your extra baggage.”

“That sounds salty, but you seem sweet. I’m going to call you kettle corn.”

“I’ve done everything the Bible says, even the stuff that contradicts the other stuff!”

"I show you pity, and how do you repay me? With a kick in the kididdlehopper!”

"Just tell them that God wants them to ignore everything in their bodies that God is making happen.”

“Can I make my famous mimosa? A little sparkling water in a glass full of regular water?”

“Sorry is not just the most exciting board game ever devised, it’s a word I need to hear from you!”

“Bless the grocer for this wonderful meat, the middleman who jacked up the price, and let’s not forget the humane but determined boys at the slaughterhouse.”

“This family has had its differences and we’ve squabbled, but we’ve never had knife fights before. And I blame this house.”

“What if you pretended that this couch was a bar? Then you could spend more nights at home with us. Huh?”

“You’re learning many lessons tonight. And one of them is to always give your mother the benefit of the doubt.”

“The key to parenting is don’t overthink it. Because overthinking leads to—what we’re talking about?”

“These are [name]’s friends and family. They don’t want him dead. They just want him to suffer.”

“I think the saddest day of my life was when I realized I could beat my dad at most things."

"Sometimes I think we’re the worst family in town.”

[roxannarambles]

What are your thoughts on Lunter Monster AU?

Also what are your headcanons on Lunter?

If you're referring to the one where Luz is the Titan-thingy and Hunter is distorted into Belos' form, I'm not a fan. (Mind you, I have not even seen S3 as I've mentioned, but I've of course seen screenshots and have some very vague concepts of what went on) I know folks of that AU of course conceptualize Hunter as being fully himself in that form, but it still doesn't seem romantic to me. Hunter would still hate to be in that form, imo. That form represents all that is foul to him. Luz's 'Titan form' doesn't carry the same negative baggage, so I don't really have any issues with that half of the equation, I guess.

But if I personally were craving a monster AU, I'd fashion something a bit different. Last night I was browsing a fan wiki for the heck of it, and it mentioned Beast Keeping magic including the ability to transform into a beastial form. When we saw Eberwolf transform into a spooky scary kitty cat, I had always assumed that was just a natural part of his species. But the wiki put forth the idea it was a part of Beast Keeping magic. Which makes sense, honestly (I think there even was a lil magicy noise when he did it, don't remember). Anyway, if that's true then that opens the door for goshdarn any character having a badass beast form if they wanted to.

In the "old days" (lol) there was a very popular Au where Hunter was cursed like Eda and had a similar bird beast form (except cardinal, not owl). That's a fun idea, although I feel a bit hesitant about AUs that take away a powerful, personal storyline from one character and giving it to another to drum up extra angst. That happens in another fandom I'm in, Moomins. There was a girl, Ninny, who has a magical condition that's a metaphor for something (she turned invisible due to being emotionally abused by her caretaker). Folks love to have Snufkin turn invisible too. Always felt a bit cheap to me, I dunno. Eda's storyline with her curse is a metaphor for learning to live with chronic illness, and I would personally hate to take that away from her or lessen its impact, especially when that storyline means so much to me personally.

But uhhhhhghhh I dunno, I also totally understand the appeal, and it's not like the idea of a werewolf-esque storyline is copywrited by Eda (& Lillith). I'm not saying you suck if you do this, heck I've certainly daydreamed sometimes about Hunter curse AU (especially Hunter instinctively building a nest 'cause that's just adorable), guess I'm just saying I feel mixed over it.

I'm rambling. The point I wanted to get to-- if Hunter used Beast Keeping Magic, instead of a curse as the reason to have a beast form, it would make me personally feel a lot better about not borrowing too heavily from Eda's storyline. And like, we know SO little about Beast Keeping magic, so it would be cool to explore it more.

[enbyleighlines]

Moominvalley Headcanons

A continuation of this post

@ninny-appreciation-sideblog

I honestly don't think about Ninny as much as I probably should. But I do hc her as a mymble, and that while Too-Ticky found her a new family in a place just outside of Moominvalley, she occasionally comes back to visit. Everyone is always really happy to see her.

@s-a-l-t-i

I imagine that Too-Ticky is a mix of various creatures, but she's got that thing going on where she mostly got the human features of those creatures. Her one exception is her furry feet. And she has knowledge of many things, and can see things that others can't, though she doesn't know where those abilities come from, she uses them as best she can to make the world a better place.

@enicknwa

I hc Snork as the type of aro/ace person who genuinely thought that everyone was always exaggerating about having crushes. He fully believed that he was above such things because of his serious, intelligent personality. It takes a while to convince him that, no, some people do feel romantic/sexual attraction to others.

@akiyamashi

So my headcanon for Joxter is that when first left Mymble to travel, it wasn't out of malice, but just his mumrik instincts making it difficult for him to stay in one place and play the part of the domestic husband. Snufkin was already born at the time, and unbeknownst to him, Snufkin heard Joxter packing the night he left, and set off after him... before getting lost. Meanwhile, Joxter thought Snufkin was still safe at home with his mother, and Mymblemamma thought Joxter had taken Snufkin with him.

Additionally, Joxter hadn't meant to be gone that long, but something happened that caused Mymblemamma to move, and it took years before Joxter ran into her again. Their reunion was very warm and happy.

Until the next morning, when Joxter asked about their son, and Mymblemamma had to be like.... "I haven't seen him since you took him south with you."

Luckily, it wasn't long until Joxter met Snufkin, took one long look at him, and went "Son!!!"

It was a very emotional summer for everybody.

@queencutl

My third favorite character!! (After Snufkin and Snorkmaiden).

I also headcanon her as aro/ace, though she isn't outright opposed to the idea as Snork, just indifferent. Additionally, I imagine that she was the smallest of her litter, the runt. And while mymble litters don't usually include runts, it isn't unheard of.

But they generally aren't as small as Little My, and they certainly don't stop growing as early as she did.

As for Little My's name... Mymblemamma was getting to the point where she was running out of unique name ideas, and just started naming her kids after letters of the Greek Alphabet. The other members of her runt were named Iota, Kappa, and Lamb.

Thank you everyone for the suggestions!! I hope my responses were sufficient.

[pluttskutt]

hospital au

Eddie Munson is the head of neuro and becomming one of the greatest striving to be the greatest surgeon with new thinking and innovative ideas

Do Not come at me for spelling this is not my mother tongue and I just woke up K I just gotta get this out ANYWAYS

I am stealing his backstory in that his partner (the one he lived with) cheated on him with his best friend so he packed his bag and skipped town, moving into a trailer on a land that belonged to his uncle

So he's at the bar and he meets a blond man and pick him up (but they end up at the blonde's house so who picked who up really?) and he's thrown out in the morning by a stressed out Steve (they learn each other's name in the morning seconds before Eddie is out the door)

He goes to work, which is the hospital Steve is heading to with the owner of this house and he's wearing a mask and he's got a lil snack and we skip to Eddie, who is happy they've got new interns and hopes one of them has potential in his field

He's just going about his day job when he sees Steve noticing him noticing him noticing him no- so Steve vanishes into the hallway and Eddie goes after and tries to talk with him but Steve just "nu-uh" and Eddie assures him it won't be awkward, asking if he's one of the new interns given his clothes, and Steve bolts when someone demands his attention

The twist in this story (if you don't want it stop reading here) is that Steve isn't a new intern but his friend is (Robin?) and she is set on neuro because her best friend suffers a condition there's no cure for yet and she's determined to find it

Guess who the friend is

[the-wraiths-wife]

I write a fanfiction about Kaz having a sister in Wattpad, named Adjala Brekker. And I just got the craziest idea. Kaz is always the baby sitter for Adjala's kids so why not write headcannons?

So I just made a few headcannons about Kaz babysitting his niece Jordan, and his two nephews Johannes and Kaz jr.

( Everytime you see a mom approved, it means the kids' mother approves of the activity )

1. "Uncle Kaz's House of Schemes": Kaz turns babysitting into a series of elaborate games and puzzles for the kids. It's like a mini heist every time they visit, complete with clues and riddles to keep them entertained. (Mum approved)

2. Kaz's version of "nap time" is "quiet planning time": When it's time for the kids to take a nap, Kaz uses this opportunity to quietly plan his next big scheme. He's convinced they're the perfect cover for his brainstorming sessions. (Mum approved)

3. Candy heist training: Kaz teaches the kids the fine art of candy heists, complete with disguises, diversion tactics, and a secret candy stash. They're the most resourceful trick-or-treaters in Ketterdam. (Mum not approved)

4. The "Ingenious Bedtime Routine": Kaz has a knack for getting kids to bed without fuss. His secret? He tells them thrilling stories about his heists until they're too excited to stay awake. (Mum approved)

5. Tiny suits and dresses: Kaz insists that the kids wear tiny suits and dresses, just like him, when they go out together. It's a comical sight seeing them dressed as miniature versions of him. (Hehe definitely mum approved)

6. Teaching the art of negotiation: Kaz imparts his negotiating skills to the kids, coaching them on how to haggle with street vendors for the best deals on toys and treats. They quickly become savvy little traders. They negotiate with daddy alot too, and their daddy always falls for this (Their dad hates this, so mum approved)

7. The "Kaz Jr. Inheritance Fund": Kaz secretly sets up a savings account for each of the kids, earmarking it as their "inheritance." He insists they learn about managing their finances from an early age. (Uncle Jes and Mumma approved)

8. "The Kaz Bunker" (my fav) : In the event of a "Kaz-sized emergency," he's built a secret bunker (a well-fortified blanket fort) in the living room. It's the perfect hiding spot for epic pillow fights and strategizing. (There's photo evidence -Inej) [mum approved - Kaz's sister]

9. Poker night (ft. Uncle jes, Daddy and uncle Wy) : Kaz introduces the kids to poker night, using candies as chips. It's all in good fun until Jesper's uncanny ability to bluff leaves Kaz Jr and Johannes with an empty stash of candy, while Jordie has a whole lot to herself. Wylan always gives his candy to Kaz jr in the end. Elijah (the kids' dad) sits their and sticks his tongue out to his brother in-law whenever he wins, only to me met by the Lethal Brekker sibling glower. (The mother doesn't aprove of this, their dad does tho)

10. Lessons in lockpicking (childproof, of course): Kaz teaches the kids the basics of lockpicking, with a set of child-friendly locks and tools. They think it's just a game, but it's secretly a life skill. (The parents don't aprove since candy is always being stolen from the kitchen)

11. Kaz and naps : when the kids' parents get back from date night of smth, they see uncle Kaz and the kids in the Kaz Bunker fort, or all of them on the ground, surrounded my toys and Kaz is laying flat on his stomach and Kaz jr is snoozing on top of him and Jordan and Johannes are snoozing in the corner. This, ladies and gentlemen, is how the bastard of the barrel gets his sleep. (Inej has photo evidence) [Daddy and mumma approved]

12: Lifeskills (ft. Uncle Matty, aunty 'nej and aunty Ninny) : so Kaz gets his gang together to preach Lifeskills to his nephews and niece. Uncle Matty adores the mini demjins. Aunty 'nej takes them in sea trips (Aunty ninny brings the snacks) [ pappa and mumma approved]

13. Shark stare classes 101: in which Kaz teaches his little trainees the signature bombastic side eye and shark like stare, along with the lethal Brekker glower, which always has the kids' dad running for the HILLS, cuz they look like his scary wife and terrifying brother in law. (Daddy and Mumma approved ladies and gentlemen)

A fanfic for this :

I'm tagging a few of the biggest SoC enthusiasts I know : @she-posts-nerdy-stuff @ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes @marsconer

[takeariskao3]

here is a rec: what do you think about delicate by ms swift from harry's pov?

you sent this on May 29th and inspo struck immediately but i knew if i let it stew it might end up being something really cool. thank you pointing this out, these two are forever connected in my mind from now on <33

Day 6: Reputation written for #SeveralSunlitDaylights & @corneliaavenue-ao3

The sky steadily lightened as Harry followed Ginny down the path toward the lake. It had been his idea to have breakfast by the water, but after his initial suggestion, she had ran with it. Ginny had packed all sorts. Ham and eggs, tomatoes on toast, scones and Chelsea buns, an entire tea kettle; all of it shoved into the school bag slung across her shoulders.

Enough food for six people, really, instead of two.

He could hardly complain about it. He'd eat his share of a fry up three times over just for the opportunity to spend time with his girlfriend away from the watchful eye of professors and classmates.

Girlfriend. It had been exactly one week and the word still sent a jolt of elation through him.

Ginny ducked around an overgrown shrub, heading toward a grassy clearing along the beach. As she set her haul on the ground, her hair swung in a soft arc behind her and reflected the golden streaks of sunrise. Wild impulses danced to life inside his chest, to run his fingers through the copper strands, to catalog every shade of amber in her eyes, to feel the pounding beat of her pulse beneath his lips.

Reigning in the urges, Harry plopped down next to her and allowed her to unload the bundles of food and pastries into his lap.

"The jam filled is mine," she clipped, eyeing the napkin full of doughnuts. "Other than that, have your pick."

He frowned at her in false contemplation. "What if I also want jam filled?"

"Tough luck, I suppose." Ginny plucked said doughnut from the stack and took a large bite. "I don't share."

Harry snorted, his eyes flitting down to see a smear of strawberry preserve at the corner of her mouth. He briefly wondered what would happen if he kissed it away.

Ginny took another bite, staring out over the dappled water and he averted his gaze to the various foods surrounding him. He grabbed for something at random, a sausage link, and pretended it occupied all his attention.

He needed to get a grip. It was way too soon for him to let on he was completely arse over teakettle for her. Had been for a while.

That was his one rationality in all this. Of course his brain would continue the habit of daydreaming about her all hours of the day, he'd been doing it for months. Only now his imagination didn't have to fantasize what it was like to have his arms wrapped around her waist, or the little hitch in her breath every time he kissed her goodnight.

No, instead, his mind had taken that knowledge and ran with it, thinking up all sorts of fun things they could do in addition to these perfectly normal scenarios.

Ginny finished off her doughnut, sucking the glaze from her fingers in turn. Harry swallowed hard and grabbed for another sausage.

"Hermione has Luna and I doing vanishing spells this afternoon," she commented lightly. "Any tips?"

Harry remembered their O.W.L. study schedule well. "Don't let the kittens get to you."

Ginny blinked, a little furrow appearing between her brow. "What kittens?"

Harry grimaced. "She'll have you practicing on kittens. Vanishing them right into thin air."

Gaping at him, she looked half outraged, half amused. Then she burst into laughter. He couldn't help but chuckle right along with her. Ginny's delight was infectious like that. Euphoric.

"You absolute ninny!"

"What!?" Harry cried, his indignation entirely feigned. "You try looking into those sad eyes hour after hour and make any progress."

Ginny giggled even louder, falling backwards into the grass and clutching her middle.

She had no idea what she did to him. No idea how much and how often her laughter lived inside his head.

The compulsion to tell her just that was nearly uncontrollable.

Too soon, he reminded himself.

He promised himself that he'd tell her. Someday. When it all didn't feel so delicate.

[bonny-kookoo]

can we see a small blurb/drabble of y/n from rampage trying to converse with yoongi? Please ninny? PUPPY EYES INTENSIFIES pleeeeeeeaseeeeee :((

'Jungkook said you have work for me.' Is written on the note you hold towards the dog hybrid, small black booklet your new form of communication it seems like.

Yoongi sighs. "That fucker.." He mumbles, before he thinks, looks around. There's honestly nothing you can really do to help. "Well, what are you good at?" He asks you instead, and you move the book towards yourself to write something down, before you turn it towards him again.

'I've been told I'd make a very good sexual partner.' you've written, and Yoongi immediately turns your booklet towards you again to not look at the sentence, cringing angrily to himself.

"Absolutely not." He denies. "What was your job.. where you came from?" He instead asks, not even wanting to think about what you could've potentially been used for if this is what you think of first when asked about your capabilities.

You write, shoulders slumping down.

'nothing.' you write, confusing Yoongi.

"Nothing? Like..?" He wonders, and you seem to write a little longer now to explain yourself.

'I was meant to be quiet in the basement cell.' you've written down. 'I'm good at waiting.'

Yoongi sighs yet again, looking at you for a good moment. So much has changed and yet everything has seemingly stayed just as cruel as it's always been. Or maybe it became even worse for you, down the line.

You don't deserve this. You never have.

"Let's try.. cooking. Do you know how to cook?" He asks, and you shake your head, making him hiss internally- because you used to know how to cook, before whatever the hell went down with you. You used to be so talented in a lot of things- and now, all of it's been taken from you.

Yoongi panics a little when he can see your eyes begin to tear up, one drop quietly falling down your cheek. "It's alrigh- hey, you can learn? It's fine, we can find something else." The dog hybrid tries to comfort, squatting down to look up at your turned down face. "Okay?" He asks, holding onto your hands, and you shrug.

You don't know what anybody wants from here. If you're useless, why keep you?

You're seemingly breaking in this moment, and Yoongi doesn't know what to do about it. Because you can't talk, you can't tell him what's wrong in this moment- so he can only do what he thinks could maybe help.

Holding you close, trying to physically keep your pieces together in the empty kitchen. "We'll figure something out." He mumbles towards you, moving away from you for a second to pick up your little notebook and pen to give it back into your hands, before he watches you wipe your cheeks, trying to compose yourself again.

When he gets an idea.

"You know what?" He suddenly says, as your head turns up to look at him, ears turned towards him. "I think I know exactly what you can do."

[falling-angelss]

DMV Struggle

E1 ,, Chapter 2

Chapter 1 can be found here!

All chapters can be found on pinned. :)

Summary: Wesley is finally taking his driving test so he doesn’t have to be a passenger princess anymore ❤️ very short chapter sorry im still thinking of chapter ideas before i get to the main plot chapters 😞

I've never been good at talking to people. At least, in a nonprofessional environment. I’ve always been good at talking to people when it’s a strictly professional approach, but when it comes to just being friendly and developing real connections, it’s like I’ve never spoken to anyone a day in my life. I feel almost like an alien at times. As if I was never meant to belong.

I’ve always felt like an actor in my own life, meant to play a specific role. Almost as if I know who I really am when the curtains close, but I’m told by everyone else a completely different role I have to play. And on top of that, apparently the director forgot to give me a script. I always say the wrong things and make the wrong decisions. I always make a complete fool of myself.

Which is why I often make an effort to distance myself from most. I want to be allowed to make my own script and play my own role sometimes, without anyone else reading my lines to me. I find it easier to live my day to day life alone.

I don’t need a big group of friends to go partying with every night, I don’t need coworkers to gossip with, I don’t need family members to ask me invasive questions every time I see them.

And I especially don’t need a musky blonde-haired skater boy pestering me just about any time I’m in town, but, guess what the director added to this season of “Wesley Just Trying To Live a Normal Life”.

I’m not even sure how he always seems to find me, it’s like he knows my every move. It’s a bit unnerving. Ever since I bumped into him before my job interview a few weeks ago, he’s been swarming me like a vulture and it’s roadkill.

His name is Aurelius Stevens, or “Ari”, as most people call him. He’s actually quite popular around here. We live in a small town where just about everyone knows everyone, and I quickly learned that Aurelius is quite well liked around here. Surprisingly…

However, that especially is what puzzles me. I don’t understand why someone with so many friends, so many people who actually like him, who actually want to hang out with him, would even attempt to spend time with me, an anxiety-ridden ninny who wants nothing more than to mind my own business. Out of anyone else, me?

It’s almost baffling. I wish I understood his motives.

I rush out of my apartment, tying my hair in a ponytail, since I don’t have time to properly style it and I don’t want to be late. I have a scheduled test at the DMV to try to get my driver's license. All of the legal stuff I’ve had to do after moving to America has been exhausting, especially without help from my parents, like I had back home. But… I know I’ll be alright. It’s better to get this all done sooner rather than later.

I start walking down the street, actively rummaging through my bag to make sure I have all the paperwork I may need. I can already feel an ache deep in my stomach… my anxiety always acts up when I’m headed to things like this. And the summer heat isn’t making it any better… I’m so used to the cooler temperatures back home near the sea, I forget how hot it can get here. This isn’t exactly the best time to have a wardrobe made up of almost entirely sweaters, now is it?

The DMV is just a few miles from my apartment, so not a bad walk, but apparently I’m more out of shape than I thought… after only about maybe 15 minutes of jogging, I feel so light-headed I could faint.

I check my watch, hoping that I’m not…

…

…Yeah. I’m running late. Of course I am, I’m always late.

I sit down on the low concrete wall that surrounds a local park, taking a short break from walking. I’m fighting with myself to decide what I should do next, hoping I can still make it to the DMV in time.

I always underestimate the complexity of doing even the most mundane tasks. If I had just woken up maybe an hour earlier, everything would’ve been fine. I don’t know how I have such poor time management.

Should I call the DMV? Let them know I’ll be late? Or maybe I should see if they can reschedule? Ugh. Or maybe I should pick up the pace a bit, I can still make it, but I think I may be sick if I run any longer. I really have to start working out soon. My legs are already aching, even from only jogging a short distance.

Maybe I should just cancel and do this another day. I’m already having the absolute worst of luck. My hair is a mess, both of my shirts are wrinkled, I was completely out of coffee (and food) this morning, and now that I’m sitting here, I see a toothpaste stain on the collar of my shirt.

Jeez, I really am a mess. I think Dad was right.

I can feel the anxiety and shame welling up inside my chest, like a geyser about to erupt straight out of me.

I can’t let anyone see me like this. What am I thinking? I should just-

Oh gosh. Is that his car?

“Hey!!! Dude!!! Do you need a ride!?”

He pulls up in front of me. I know that beat-up yellow car anywhere, you can spot it from a mile away. Ugh. Why on earth does he always have to show up at the worst times possible? Even worse though, Aurelius isn’t even the one driving. Instead, it’s one of his hooligan buddies who’s behind the wheel.

Gosh, this is embarrassing. My brain is crying out to me, sending signals to the rest of my body, causing me to feel as if I’m about to be mauled by a bear. It’s funny, how our anxiety manifests itself in such a Pavlovian way, as if we’ve been taught to feel such fear since our very first breath.

I realize I’ve gone a few moments too long without responding.

“Oh! Um…”

Do I really want to have these two drive me to the DMV? Would I want these two to drive me anywhere, for that matter? That poor car looks like it could break down at any minute, and with those two driving?

Well. When the opportunity presents itself, I suppose.

“Yeah, actually. Could you drop me off at the DMV? I have an appointment and,”

I look at my watch. Yikes. “I’m already quite late…”

Aurelius and his friend exchange glances, I see Aurelius say something, but I can’t make it out.

He gestures, indicating me to the back of the car.

Alright. I guess I’m doing this. It’s fine.

I open the back door and hop in, moving some things around so I even have room to sit down. Goodness, I haven’t seen a car this dirty in ages. I think I would pay him to let me clean this thing.

“You’ve met Francis, right?” Aurelius asks me, nudging the man in the driver’s seat to try and get him to introduce himself. He’s a fairly hefty man with long hair and tan skin, he’s probably somewhere around 6’2. In other words, amongst Aurelius’ other friends, this guy sticks out like a sore thumb. I’ve seen him before, but we’ve never formally met.

“Oh, I’m Wesley. Nice to meet you.” I reach out my hand to offer him a handshake. Francis looks me in the eyes and simply says,

“Yeah, I know who you are.”

He doesn’t shake my hand. I’m left looking like a complete imbecile. Maybe I have met him before?

This is so awkward. I take my hand back, placing both my hands in my lap. I’m already regretting this, but at least it’s a short drive.

I’ve finally finished my driving test, and now I’m headed out, about to make my way home. It’s barely evening, and I’m already exhausted and ready to head to bed.

Before I can even begin to start walking, I see Aurelius sitting in his car in the parking lot, playing on a handheld game system. I didn’t ask him to stay and drive me home, so I am a bit surprised at his appearance here.

I walk up to the car and knock on the window, causing Aurelius to jump. He was very focused on that game, I guess.

He rolls down the window to talk to me.

“Hey!!! I, uh, Francis went home but… I thought you might want a ride home?”

“Aurelius, you didn’t have to come get me. How long have you been sitting out here? I was in there for almost two hours.”

“I- Yeah, I know you didn’t ask me to come get you, I just… I thought it would be polite of me to drive you home so you don’t have to walk all that way.”

“I can walk home just fine, you didn’t have to wait for me here. The walk is only a few miles.”

“Dude. I saw how out of breath you were, y’know. Just let me do something nice for you.”

Oh. Well, that’s a little embarrassing.

I fall silent and get into the passenger seat. He and I both know I really do not want to walk home.

We drive for a little while in awkward silence, until Aurelius finally speaks up, cutting the tension.

“So… why are you wearing that sweater in almost 90-degree weather anyways?” He asks me with a smirk, just trying to tease me.

“My entire closet is sweaters like these, what else am I supposed to wear?”

“Seriously? What about like, when you’re just hanging out at home, or with a couple of friends? You don’t have anything besides those fancy-ass sweaters?”

“When I’m at home I just wear my pajamas. Anywhere else I try to dress presentable.”

Aurelius huffs out a silent laugh and pauses for a few moments.

“Well… you do look nice. I like your style. So, I guess it must pay off, right?”

His sudden change of tone… surprises me at first.

���Um… thanks. Yeah, I- I guess so.”

I’m not good at receiving compliments… I can feel myself flushing red. As I go silent, the tension rises once more.

Thankfully, we’re finally at the apartment building. I’m practically ready to jump out of my seat to go up to my apartment and decompress.

Aurelius parks the car.

“Hey, so… uh… I’ll see you around yeah? We should grab dinner or something one day, maybe, or… I dunno, but… we should hang out soon?” there’s an odd sense of nervousness in his words, which is quite unlike him.

“Uh… yeah, I’ll check my calendar. I’m pretty busy this month.” I’m making excuses. I’m not exactly looking to go “hang out” with anyone anytime soon.

“Alright, that’s cool. Uh… yeah. I’ll see you around.”

I exit the car and wave, heading inside. I can feel my face and ears burning red. This whole day was a huge mess of embarrassment after embarrassment.

At least I won’t have to have Aurelius drive me places for too long…

I look down at the papers I’m carrying.

I failed my driving test.

Even if I had passed, it’s not like I even have a car yet, though.

I guess I may have to deal with him at least a little longer, in case I ever need a ride.

(notes; sorry if this chapter is a little all over the place.. again im kinda just writing some world building filler chapters so u get to know the characters before the actual fun part of the plot 😞 cries)

[promptling]

STAR TREK II: THE WRATH OF KHAN ( 1982 ) change pronouns as needed.

damn.

i'm aware of my responsibilities.

we're over our heads.

we're dead in space.

any suggestions, _____?

is that all you got to say?

what about my performance?

i don't believe this was a fair test of my abilities.

has that never occurred to you?

how we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life, wouldn't you say?

that thought had not occurred to me.

galloping around the cosmos is a game for the young.

aren't you dead?

beware romulans bearing gifts.

you know this is illegal.

damn it, what the hell's the matter with you?

why don't you have a look?

well, don't have kittens.

are you teaming up with me for bridge after dinner?

we are dealing with something that could be perverted into a dreadful weapon.

what the hell is that?

we've got to get out of here, now!

you are in a position to demand nothing.

now tell me, why are you here?

we've been through death and life together.

what surprises you?

you're so . . . human.

nobody's perfect.

would you like a tranquilizer?

does that about do it?

who the hell do they think they are?

this is completely irregular.

are you wearing your hair differently?

self-expression doesn't seem to be one of your problems.

it's a test of character.

humor - it's a difficult concept.

we learn by doing.

who's been holding up the damn elevator?

it never rains but it pours.

as with all living things, each according to his gifts.

i have no ego to bruise.

i would not presume to debate you.

i'm gonna have to ask you to grow up a little sooner than you expected.

do you have any idea what you're saying?

scientists have always been pawns for the military.

they knew exactly where to hit us.

i wanted you to know first who it was who had beaten you.

spare my crew.

don't insult my intelligence.

how do i know you'll keep your word?

there is no such regulation.

it's all right. you're safe now.

i won't leave you behind!

if it's all the same, i'd like to share the risk.

you're gonna have to do your own dirty work now.

you managed to kill just about everyone else, but like a poor marksman, you keep missing the target.

i don't know about anyone else, but i'm starved.

how can you think of food at a time like this?

first order of business, survival.

i like to think there are always possibilities.

let me show you something that'll make you feel as young as when the world was new.

you cheated.

i don't like to lose.

i don't believe in a no-win scenario.

they just don't want us going in there.

why are we slowing?

i'm laughing at the superior intellect.

could you use another hand?

to the last i will grapple with thee!

are you out of your mind?

no human can tolerate the radiation that's in there!

i'm not human.

you're not going in there!

i have no time to discuss this logically.

you dumb ninny!

don't grieve, _______.

the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. or the one.

what do you think of my solution?

i have been and always shall be your friend.

can i talk to you for a minute?

i haven't faced death. i've cheated death. i tricked my way out of death, and patted myself on the back for my ingenuity.

i was wrong about you, and i'm sorry.

is that what you came here to say?

is that a poem?

how do you feel?

i feel young.