#no he doesn't have a last name lol

[yellow-py]

Yes I have a Viking oc, and yes he has beef with my pirate oc, and YES his name is Björn

(also Barney is not that short but im not redrawing that lol)

[tezzbot]

Out of context bits and pieces for a silly little Sonic Undergorund AU bc it's buzzing around in my head rn hehe

[camellcat]

lose my mind every time the doctor takes rose's last name in fics. brilliant, amazing, splendid, absolutely perfect.

like, what do you MEAN she'd be the one to change her last name? he doesn't even HAVE a bloody name like us! plus, she's rose tyler. you think he's going to want that to be different? it's the doctor and rose tyler in the tardis (or I suppose whatever they do in pete's world, but that's still the doctor and rose tyler having their new adventure)!!

she's rose tyler and he is whatever-he-wants tyler. end of discussion. the whole pond diabolical should've been clue enough imo

[cassowariess]

I'm sure it's been written to death at some point in this fandom, but I'm new, so I'm thinking of all the ways Nacho Varga's ghost haunts Breaking Bad.

The most obvious one- Hector in the chair.

Tuco screaming: "You never, NEVER trust the ones you love!!!" When he thinks Gonzo has betrayed him. (Also, side note- We all know Tuco's aggression gets worse on drugs, but I bet Nacho's betrayal made him even more paranoid).

Fring's "I don't find fear to be a very effective motivator" said word for word to him by Mike when he's trying to argue Varga's corner.

Also the reason Fring takes Jesse in.

I think the main reason Gus killed Victor was he got himself seen at the crime scene in BB but I think BCS probably added an additional layer because Gus was probably pissed Victor shot a hole in Nacho's stomach. I know he ordered them to shoot him in the shoulder, but I find it difficult to believe someone as careful as Gus would order something as risky as a stomach wound which would kill his valuable mole. Victor getting caught at Gale's apartment was probably the Final Straw.

Jimmy yelling: "It wasn't me, it was Ignacio!" at Walt and Jesse when they kidnap him. (Yeah, I know this one is backwards because Nacho and Lalo's characters were born from this line, but I'm still including it).

Mike's reluctant attachment to Jesse, even though he initially tries to be aloof towards him. But then Jesse starts stomping around in his leather jacket with his shaved head and acting very bitchy and Mike is like 🙃 🥲

Mike getting shot in the side, in a car, just like Nacho was.

The one instance everyone quotes that I don't think is about Nacho, even retroactively: Mike's "I had a guy" line. I think Mike is just pissed because Victor was a more efficient/ patient coworker than Jesse.

On a lighter note, I find it funny that during the whole tragic Nacho arc, Walt was probably at home eating meatloaf.

[hylialeia]

you don't get it. she loved him once. she didn't have a maester, she had a brother. he sold their mother's crown to keep them fed. he said Dany, please. she loved him, once.

[alumi-san]

Jinx, Ekko, Ezreal, and Lux would have been an amazing quartet. Just saying

[katyspersonal]

Lrb dear god, this reminded me of that time when Alfred-chan got sooooo mad at my post explaining why fans should respect bisexual headcanons for Maria and Malenia instead of pretending like they're canonically lesbians and that they get oppressed and erased by mxf ships with them. They kept vagueing that post for like a MONTH in their blog including in tags under reblogs of Maria fanart, passively-aggressively changed their url to character+sexuality to "spite" me and then even made a sockpuppet account to start shit with me in the comments.

They deactivated when me and Val completely obliterated their "you cultivate lesbiphobic following by telling people why they should respect all sexuality headcanons instead of acting cultish or assuming their experiences and stereotypes equal canon confirmation" garbage with actual facts and logic tho but I screenshotted everything fjthfgfj (I learned to document everything the hard way after they've changed the she/they pronouns to they/they pronouns ONLY to accuse me of misgendering, so thank you for making me wiser I guess 😎). Even more vile, as they, a white person, larped as an Arab in that sockpuppet to hold even MORE "privilege" against me in discussion gjtjfh Because for them race, gender or sexuality are just badges of honor and dishonor, they don't see these as traits of actual human beings. And Dr Eugene X, who worked with them and weaponized her race to accuse everyone who disagreed with her of racism, didn't bat an eye at such a terrible act too?? As usual, rules are not for their friends, lol

It is not even the worst thing Alfred did, and yet all of this just, just, JUST because I wrote a point on why bisexual headcanon people did nothing wrong and there is no ground to claim something is canon when it isn't. 🤦‍♂️ Like, they were soooo convinced that I hated lesbian headcanons and that I'd feel angry if they called Lady Maria a lesbian, when what I was angry at is this exact toxic behavior in the fandom. No matter how much you like a headcanon, don't be a bitch about it. Maria doesn't """belong""" to any gender or sexuality, she belongs to anyone who likes her and is invested in her complexity as a character!!!

Yet, apparently, common Malenia simps / Finlay shippers are no better than common Maria simps / Mariadeline shippers. Just, wild how after shit like this, many people have the guts to claim that it is "sexist redditbros" who are the biggest problem of creators in the fandom. 🤦‍♂️ They'd actually blush if they encountered what such self-proclaimed "feminists" do to their own (!!!) over headcanons. 🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️

[hailtothepumpkinqueen]

Oops! All Shanes lmao

[slime-crafters]

Out of all the people to hate in Pelican Town (cough pierre cough), hating Demetrius seems like a wild choice

[teatitty]

Expanding more on my Mizuki thoughts actually I do have a headcanon that in shinobi culture it is completely normal to have some people who work so well together they're pretty much always a pair regardless of the mission, like Kotetsu and Izumo. If you were on the same genin team there's a good chance you still take a lot of missions together unless you pursued completely different nin careers [one of you became jounin, the other does desk work and the third is a medi nin for instance] but if you're the same rank and/or do the same jobs then having you in pairs is more advantageous

So we have Kotetsu & Izumo as a pair, and then Hinata, Kiba & Shino as a tracking team and the generational Ino-Shika-Cho trio. And this is what I believe Mizuki and Iruka were - one of those dime-a-dozen shinobi pairs that worked so seamlessly well together they almost always went on the same missions

I write them in the sense that Iruka is a great support nin with an emphasis on traps, seals and barriers but with a surprising arsenal of water and fire style jutsu's whereas Mizuki was an expert in weaponry and used to be Ten-Ten's personal weapons instructor before his betrayal. His chakra nature was Wind but all of his jutsu were neutral's -- like the transformations, shadow clones and body flickers

Most of their missions were therefore very stealth based and had a focus on espionage, breaking & entering, intel gathering etc and they always made up for what the other lacked - Mizuki's combat prowess to cover Iruka's back and lead enemies into his traps and barriers, and Iruka's skillset to do crowd control and put distance between Mizuki and their opponents when necessary

[rainbow-flavoured-skittles]

the ninja's reactions to Cole in the the full oni au

Jay - absolutely terrified. he's the one Cole tried to attack when they first met, so he's very wary and keeps a good distance away

Kai - suspicious and plotting Cole's murder. he warms up after the whole Garmadon fiasco

Zane - they're besties! them being the only two non-humans in the first realm leads to them bonding

Nya - she first sees him helping fight Garmadon, so her first impression is pretty good. it helps that he was insulting Garmadon all the way to prison

Lloyd - extremely hopeful that Cole can teach him about oni, since Mystake is gone and Garmadon imprisoned. they steal junk food from the kitchen together

[feline-evil]

Dick or no dick confirmation Pickles was always going to be trans to me anyways; if he's swingin' somethin that's phallo babes, if he's not then his t-dick fat. What's not to get.

[liamrrys]

made a modern!au landing page for my own reference, but wanted to share a sneaky peek <33

[akemi-snow]

It's them.

Don't let that serious face fool you. Izumo was the one who came up with whatever idea put them there. Kotetsu only made it worse.

I got the background from here but had to edit the heights bc my boys are smol

[anon-apple]

Hot Soup and Soft Bread 7

Table of Contents and Synopsis <- Chapter 6 Read on WordPress

Chapter 7: Instant Noodles with an Egg I

This was the last day Zhong Qiuyan had to work the night shift. It was 6pm, not yet time for his shift, and Qiuyan had been sitting in the hair salon where Da Yu worked. After Da Yu finished washing someone's hair, he came to sit by his side and asked, “What’s your problem? You’re not here to help out the shop, but instead to just sit here?”

Qiuyan propped up his arms on his knees and said, “My thoughts keep running wild when I’m by myself.” 

Da Yu replied: “What kind of thoughts is your brain capable of having?”

Qiuyan gave him the same old reply: “You won’t understand.” Da Yu almost kicked him out of the salon.

When it was almost dinner time, Liu Xiaoying called Qiuyan to tell him that Zhou Cunqu hadn’t eaten anything the whole day. Xiaoying interrogated Qiuyan: “I saw you coming out of his room this morning.”

Qiuyan yelled with guilt: “I didn’t do anything!”

Xiaoying, anxious, yelled back: “Then what’s wrong with Cunqu? How come he’s all listless and refusing to eat again?”

Qiuyan got into his car and rushed to Qin Qin Homeland. When he opened Cunqu’s door, he was sitting against the bed and reading a book like usual. Qiuyan scratched his head and asked, “Ge, are you hungry? Liu Xiaoying said you haven’t eaten anything today.”

Cunqu looked up at him and shook his head, replying, “I don’t have much appetite.”

Qiuyan sat down at the foot of the bed and nervously wrung his hands. He stuttered: “I, last night, I, I don’t know what came over me. Maybe, I just saw you and…how do I say this.” 

Cunqu shut his book and said, “You are thinking too much. It’s just that when I thought about Jiang Liangyu, thought about that time of my life, it's as if the dread has returned. And I can’t eat because of it.”

Immediately after telling Qiuyan, he didn’t feel like it was a big deal. But when the memories gained detail and clarity, a wave of powerlessness overwhelmed him again. He felt like he couldn’t stand up. He felt like he couldn’t do anything. 

Qiuyan wanted to persuade Cunqu to eat something, but his own stomach rumbled in hunger. He said: “I want to eat instant noodles, you want some?”

Cunqu replied, “I don’t.”

After fifteen minutes, Qiuyan forcibly dragged Cunqu out to the dining table. Two bowls of fragrant, steaming noodles were placed on the table. Xiaoying, wearing presbyopic glasses, sat at the writing desk in the living room practicing her calligraphy. She grumbled, “What nutritional value do instant noodles have.”

Qiuyan retorted, “Who cares about nutrition when eating instant noodles?” He turned his head and smiled at Cunqu, saying: “There is only one egg left in Liu Xiaoying's stock. I reluctantly yield this one fried egg to you. All you have to do is say ‘thank you.’”

Cunqu’s hands were lowered; he still felt like he had no appetite. But Qiuyan sat next to him and unhesitantly started to slurp his noodles. After he ate two mouthfuls he suddenly stood up and took out a plate of soy sauce braised beef from the fridge. “Now there’s nutrition,” he said.

Cunqu watched him eat for a while, then he moved his chopsticks to eat at last.

Xiaoying sat by the writing desk and looked at her small dining table. Qiuyan ate for a bit, then he placed two pieces of braised beef on top of Cunqu’s noodles. He instructed, “You have to immerse the fried egg into the soup, that way it can soak up all the flavor.”  

Cunqu felt a bit exasperated, but he did as he said. The two of them ate their noodles with lowered heads. Xiaoying turned her gaze away towards the window. After a while, she covered her eyes. 

--

Nowadays, Qiuyan would wait in front of the residential community’s main entrance, and Cunqu would slowly be able to make his way over by himself. Qiuyan asked him if he wanted to walk down Breadfruit Tree Street. Cunqu nodded in agreement.

The Qin Qin Homeland residential community was located in the older part of the city. The newer areas have already been filled with multi-functional complexes, but the old city still looked as it always did. Recently, because of some international competition hosted nearby, the parts facing the streets have been undergoing renovations. The 24-hour convenience store at the crosswalk was still open. Every day past midnight, the employee would see two men aimlessly meandering down the street. They would reach the crosswalk and turn back around. He just thought them bizarre. Qiuyan quite enjoyed this part of his day. It was like there were only the two of them and this singular convenience store in the whole world. Cunqu would intermittently say something. Sometimes he would tell Qiuyan about the book he was reading. He told him that in the language of the Aché people, the words for “to be born” and “to descend” were both ‘waa.’ Therefore a child’s birth was thought of as a landing. As though the child had arduously flown and descended here from a distant place. 

Cunqu always talked about things like this with his eyes lowered and his tone indifferent. After walking back and forth twice, he would pant and say he was tired. And their walk would end there for the day. Qiuyan accompanied Cunqu to the front door of the fifth floor of Building No.3. When Cunqu took out his keys, Qiuyan discovered that for some reason, he started to experience a feeling akin to disappointment. This type of feeling that was like, oh, our walk today ended already. 

Qiuyan leaned against the corner wall of the staircase, his hands stuffed into his pants pockets, and called out: “Ge.”

Cunqu turned around. But Qiuyan didn’t have anything to say. So he shifted this way and that going “mmh” and  “uhhh” until he finally said, “Goodnight.” 

Cunqu smiled at him.

That night, Qiuyan drove home and sat in his car downstairs for who knows how long. Cunqu sent him a text: Did you arrive home yet? Qiuyan was so excited that he ran up to his apartment taking 3 stairs at a time. He then replied: I’ve arrived.

After he sent the message, he flopped on the couch and waited for Cunqu’s reply. But after a long time, he still hadn’t sent anything. Qiuyan flipped himself around and lay on his back turning his phone screen off and then back on again. His messages still showed only that one Did you arrive home yet? Qiuyan sat upright and shouted: “I’ve arrived, damn, I’ve arrived. Then what?” 

The next day as he drove the first bus for his shift, Qiuyan was still mulling over this. How come Cunqu didn’t reply to his text? He must ask him today.

But when night came all Cunqu said in response was: “Didn’t you reply I’ve arrived? That’s all I wanted to ask.”

Qiuyan felt like he just punched a wad of cotton. He leaned against Cunqu and said: “Can’t you send me a few more messages? Or call me of your own accord just once?”

Cunqu was practically pressed against the fence surrounding the residential community by him. He thought this whole ordeal was funny. “You’re acting like a fussy little lover.”

Qiuyan went silent. Cunqu slapped a few times at the mosquitos landing on his arm. When he lifted his head, he saw Qiuyan was still deeply pondering something. He didn’t say much as they walked up the stairs. Cunqu fished out his keys and opened the door.

That day right when Qiuyan drove out of Breadfruit Street, he received a call from Cunqu. He picked up and asked: “What’s wrong? Do you feel unwell?”

Cunqu laughed and said: “I was worried you would feel unwell, so I called you. Do you feel better now?”

Qiuyan heard Cunqu’s voice and his face flushed in excitement. He rolled down his car window and stubbornly said, “I feel alright.”

Cunqu said “Oh” in response, then asked, “Then what should we do?”

Qiuyan didn’t reply. But he refused to hang up, and he also refused to let Cunqu hang up. He just held his phone like that as he walked upstairs to his place. He lay down on his bed and chattered about trivial things with Cunqu. At some point, both of them stopped talking. There was only the sound of Cunqu flipping pages coming through the phone.

Cunqu asked: “Are you asleep?”

“Not yet.”

So they both stayed on the call. Until Cunqu finally said: “My phone’s heating up. I’ll hang up first. Is that ok?”

Qiuyan buried his head into his pillow and shamelessly replied in a muffled voice: “Not ok.”

From the other end of the call, Cunqu started laughing.

-> Chapter 8

[unoisveimved-un-proffesional]

My gender complex goes back 3 generations and through two queer women and their family trauma, I feel like I know what I'm talking about. We know a thing or two because we've seen a thing or two.