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[starchaserdreams]

I cannot possibly express how amazing it feels to get repeat commenters on a fanfic. When I was writing my first long form fanfic last spring I could have dedicated it to my first reader, that's how inspired I felt that they commented so consistently.

I remember having the slightly hysterical thought that *I* should check to see if *they* had a Kofi so that I could donate to it since they were the reason my fanfic got finished so quickly.

[woof-verine]

logan looking at wade appraisingly on the bench when wade asks if he’ll see logan around. logan wondering if he really means it or if it’s just a thing he says to everyone instead of saying goodbye. logan taking the same road he always does and leaving wade behind the same way he leaves everyone behind. convincing himself it’s better for wade if he leaves him there on the bench, not wanting him to see the real mess that is logan, just to remember the hero instead.

wade doubling down, calling after logan. logan stopping in his tracks, because when he leaves, people always just let him. no one wants him around enough to ask him to stay twice. they say it once, in the heat of the moment, and then think better of it. or they don’t think better of it, and they end up dead. but not wade. wade can’t die. and there he is, calling after logan a second time, asking if he can introduce him to his roommate, to all his friends who they just saved the universe for.

logan looking at wade with wonder in his eyes as he introduces logan to althea. the soft smile that creeps onto his face from just looking at him. the determination to be on his best behavior, to not fuck it up with the people wade cares so much about. the hope that he can earn his place among them. the searing, painful, hopeful feeling that floods his chest when he realizes, after 200 years, that someone finally brought him home.

[deliciousnecks]

It is almost time for my ascent.

[sophsicle]

here's the thing. under no circumstances will regulus black be caught DEAD in james potter's jersey. if u think 4 a second that guy is gonna wear someone else's name on his back? nope. nuh-uh. never never never. not to mention another teams's colours???????? the thought actually makes him SICK.

james tho. james will wear regulus's jersey no problem. not that it ever stays on him long mind you.

[decibly]

Barry was hungry. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem, as he could just grab some snacks from the kitchen, but he was watching a movie, and he was comfy. He really, really didn’t want to try and wriggle back to where he was now

“Phantom?” he called out hopefully.

A white glove emerged from the wall behind him, dropping an unopened bag of chips on top of his head. When Barry reached up to grab it, he saw that it was salt and vinegar, which explained why it was still uneaten. Phantom seemed to refuse those chips under all circumstances.

Barry didn’t really get it, because salt and vinegar was awesome, but that didn’t really matter. The point was, Phantom was a great person, even if he probably wasn’t human, and it didn’t matter if Barry hadn’t ever actually seen more of him than his arm, and he had told Barry his name by leaving a piece of paper on a table when he turned his back for three seconds after asking if there was a name for the ‘friend in the walls’, as Wally had called him.

“Thanks, Phantom!” The hand stuck itself out the wall again, forming a thumbs up.

***** ***** *****

Diana had found a bit of a problem. It wasn’t a big one, and was honestly more of an annoyance than anything, but her paper copy of Earth’s current standing with all known alien civilization was missing. She could get access to it again in a few hours, once the security upgrade to their computers was finished, but she had been intending to review it for a few weeks now and could use the extra time. 

An idea came to her suddenly, and Diana quietly asked, “Phantom? Are you here?” In answer, a chilly breeze blew through her hair. He was, then. “By any chance, would you happen to have seen my copy of th-” Interrupting her, the very papers she was looking for appeared out of nowhere on her desk. A green sticky note was stuck to it, reading ‘This? Sorry for taking it, but it was really interesting’

Diana smiled, hopefully in the ghosts direction. “Yes, that. If you want, I could see if I could get you your own copy?” Another green sticky note appeared on top of the first, this one just oozing the feeling of happiness. ‘YES PLEASE!!!’

***** ***** *****

Bruce… didn’t really know what to do about the teenager floating just outside the Watchtower. He looked like Phantom, from the few times anyone had actually seen the ghost, and he appeared to be enjoying himself in the vacuum outside instead of dying painfully, which was another point of evidence for that theory. Unsure of what else he could do, he knocked on the window on the off chance that he could get Phantom’s attention that way.

The ghost immediately vanished from view, and a strong, freezing cold breze blew in from the direction of the window Phantom had been outside. Bruce shivered violently from the unexpected chill.

Next time he would leave Phantom alone. Being out in space seemed to make him happy, and it was best not ruin that.

[aychama]

A glimpse to the past.

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[correct-hermitcraft-quotes]

“My voice is like an angel honestly, i could be a choir singer. I never said a good choir, like, a really really mediocre choir” Ijevin Plush stream, December 8th, 2024

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[soleillunne]

[tamajam]

thinking,,,, about how sejanus is so starved for positive attention and validation that he latches on to coriolanus for just treating him decently. thinking about how quick he was to go home and tell his ma, call coriolanus his best friend, his only friend, all while coriolanus actively disliked him in his head. thinking about the disconnect between coryo's thoughts and his actions, how easy it was for him to act kind and polite to sejanus and to ma plinth while all the while he thought of them as so much lesser. all while sejanus admired him like the best the capitol had to offer. how sejanus trusted him enough to tell him about his plans once prodded, how quickly coryo was willing to doom him just to get back in dr. gaul's good graces. it's just crazy to me man. sejanus was the perfect opportunity for coryo to do good, a foil in all the ways lucy gray wasn't. brave where coryo was cowardly, morally sound, determined, loyal. he just wanted to be a medic. he just wanted to help people. anyone who says coriolanus was doomed by the narrative is just objectively wrong because all of this was right there for him and he still sacrificed it for a scrap more power

[alreadybraindead]

Mermaid boys

[blue--ingenue]

Autistic!Scorpius Headcanons [Part 1]

He’s highly sensitive to touch. Doesn’t enjoy being surrounded by strangers in large crowds, and certainly hates being jostled/prodded by people he doesn’t know. He’s highly tactile with those he trusts, but even then he can still get overstimulated by too much hugging, cuddling, etc.

Tactile stimming! I love that Adam Wadsworth’s Scorpius constantly stims by running his hands along the fabric of his robes, fiddling with whatever he’s holding, and feeling out the textures on the closest set piece. I imagine Albus introduces him to muggle stim devices like spinners, fidget cubes, squishy toys, and spinner rings. If he doesn’t feel like using a stim object, he’ll tap out repetitive rhythms by drumming his fingers along his thighs or fiddle with his wand.

Some of his special interests include dinosaurs, A History Of Magic, and magical creatures. Since he was little Draco indulged him by taking the family on weekend trips to the magical zoo. Astoria insisted on visiting muggle zoos and museums, which is where he fell in love with dinosaurs. He loves that dinosaurs are one of the few subjects that both muggles and wizards have yet to fully understand. He loves reading about them, and adores how similar they look to some of his favorite dragon species.

Has extremely high emotional intelligence, which fuels his empathy. He has a deep understanding of his loved ones’ thought patterns, emotions, and feelings. It pains him to see the people he cares about in pain, so he is often the first person to lend a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on. 

Despite his emotional intelligence, he has trouble picking up on social cues, especially from people his age

Very easily loses track of time while focussing on his special interests. He could spend hours in the library if the book he finds is interesting enough. Albus only takes issue with this when Scorpius forgets to drink water and accidentally misses meals. (Eventually Al tucks a few sandwiches and biscuits into his cloak to drop off at the library. He doesn’t want to interrupt the time Scorp sets aside for his special interests, but wants to make sure someone looks out for his health on the days that he forgets to.)

 His sensory processing issues make him hyper-aware of his own emotions and sensations. Even too much of a good feeling can send him closer to sensory overload. We see this a lot in the Year 5 Broadway cast. Erik Christopher Peterson’s Scorpius becomes overwhelmed and begins to hyperventilate during intense situations: Albus pressuring him to climb onto the roof of the Hogwarts Express (negative experience), when the boys get trapped in the past and Scorpius realizes he’s outside of Bathilda Bagshot’s home (positive experience). Both times, Albus holds onto him and guides him through a brief breathing exercise. (These interactions only last a few seconds on stage, but they’re so significant.)

[andsoforrain]

Is anyone else going absolutely feral feeling completely normal about this photo of Vessel's tummy?

[d-lanx]

[brigitoshaughnessy]

Defiance at the SGC

Sam Carter says, “No thanks. I do what I want.”

Season 1

And an honorable mention alternate Sam:

[smokeysweater]

No thoughts, only bad back Afab!reader and undeniable breeding kink Yandere husband. Nono hold on here me out here getting into an argument when he said he wanted to start and family, and you’re immediately defensive like “I already have a shit back, it’s sore after laying down on the bed for two seconds, now imagine me swollen ass belly complaining about it every two seconds cause a living thing inside me is breaking my back, not to mention my tits getting sore because they’re producing goddamn milk.” And the husbands all like, yeah mhm. And you’re like “you didn’t hear anything i just said beside swollen belly and My tits producing, did you?’ ”mhm.” ”you’re hard right now aren’t you?” ”mhm.” ”ffs.” (no i didn’t base this off of me and my sore back, what are you on about?)