#no there's literally no reason for this i just had a Thought that got out of hand. come with me on this journey

[mixedcontents]

Still my favorite character and the reason my cat Hardison is named Hardison she is now 11! I had finished the original series a while prior to getting my Hardison and I was like ok next cat I get no matter what I'm naming them Hardison after my favorite character and then one fortunate day my mom went to the store across the street to get missing taco ingredients and forgot half of them bc she was so excited to bring home the kitten she'd picked out (some girls were giving away the kittens their cat had had outside one of our small town grocery stores) best tacos we will ever have because we got to have them while getting to know Hardison after all these years I'm still so thankful we got lucky enough to get her thought our Hardison is a bit more thief than hacker as when she was 7 months old my sis ran into a kitten who was abandoned by his momma and she wouldn't take him back into her litter bc he had a physical deformity and she just kept moving her litter away from him and finally my sis was like I know what to do and called me and then I spent some great weeks bottle feeding my baby Neptune and every time I so much as glanced away Hardison would steal him and try to mother him (she was spayed so early and only 7 months old but she was like oh baby? Don't mind if I do I'm the mother now) she'd follow me around when I was caring for Neptune and constantly supervising me Hardison is literally the best and sweetest kitty to this day she so much as hears a baby kitten mew on my phone she's like baby?? Where baby? I need to mother this baby now she also loves chicken and sleeping on mom or me and she loves playing nurse when we're sick and she's just the best kitty anyone could ever want I hope she continues to live a long happy life with us she's a senior now but thankfully still so healthy and active

endless favorites ♡ alec hardison (leverage)

“you know, it’s real cute, man, how you still believe in privacy.”

[aerofbreath]

Actually writing something based off of this post. Y'all really seemed to like it and I got scared LOLOL

(How it will probably go (written poorly written cause it's almost 7AM and I haven't slept yet) . Also I have no idea what I'm doing. This will be rewritten better in a fic maybe.)

Jason sighed as he made his way into Gotham University's gym. It was the middle of the day and Jason was there at a Startup Event posing as a guy who was interested in what people had to offer. He had only had maybe a total of four hours of sleep since he had patrol the night before. Granted, this wouldn't have affected him as much if he was more mentally prepared to be awake. The only reason why he's out here was because Bruce had woken him up an hour ago to tell him a little last minute about what he needed to do today. Originally, the plan was to do absolutely nothing. But now he has to investigate a guy that Bruce had his eye on as of lately.

The person he's looking for is a man named Danny Nightingale. Apparently he's been in Gotham for a couple years and only recently started making a mess of things. How it went under Bruce's nose is beyond him considering how freaked out Bruce was once he did find out.

Apparently, the guy has been making life changing machines. Little mechanical bees have been flying around Gotham really just sucking up all the pollution in the air and just depositing it somewhere. According to the media, they go back to some headquarters and into a bee hive looking structure to deposit all the pollution and sludge. From the photos shown, it's actually pretty impressive. Some guy actually making a change around here.

For Bruce- no. For Batman, this is just highly suspicious. Why would some guy make these positive life changing machines? For the better? No. No genius with the power to change the world would do it for the better. There's got to be some ulterior motive behind it.

At least, that's what Batman thinks.

Jason thinks it's all interesting. Maybe there is an ulterior motive but even then, at a scale so large that it's literally affecting the city in a positive way? You've got to be literally more insane than the Joker if you wanted to plaster your face everywhere at an event like this. Everyone else at this event seemed to show promise but compared to Danny Nightingale's company? They're literally all small fry.

Surprisingly enough, however, no one else seems to be at Danny's booth. Not even Danny. Jason frowned as he approached the booth and just looked at the machines on them. The Bees are kind of just flying in place and the moment that Jason even looked at them, the Bees immediately got to work. They flew around him like a puppy with wings, nuzzling against him and bumping into him so dumbly. And honestly?

It was actually kind of cute. You would think that being on such little hours of sleep and being grumpy the whole morning would really affect the pits inside him but no. He's surprisingly calm.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! They don't usually act like this," a voice stuttered out. A man hastily walked towards Jason as he gently plucked the Bees out of the air and brought it close to him.

"Uh, don't worry about it. I thought it was kind of..." Jason trailed out before locking eyes with the man who spoke.

This was Danny Nightingale. He was much shorter than Jason, only standing tall at 5' 5". His hair was fully black with only a white money piece right on his bangs. And his eyes? An alluring blue with only a hint of green at the center of his eyes. Honestly, the sight of Danny just about took Jason's breath away.

There was a subtle glow to him, almost making Jason think of there being some sort of meta activity going on but looking around the people in the area, no one but him seems to notice. Danny was concerned about Jason, that much is obvious. The way his eyes burrowed in concern then into confusion. It's strange why just looking at him made Jason's heart skip a beat, even though in hindsight, Danny looks much worse off than Jason.

That man looks like he hasn't slept in 3 weeks. But even then he was...

"Cute..." Jason finally finished his sentence a little too late.

Danny blinked in confusion, tilting his head to the side. His bangs fall freely over his eyes. Just the sight of that almost made Jason blush. "My bees were cute?" Danny spoke, the tone of his voice (very tired) sounded like a sweet harmony in Jason's ears. "Oh! You're interested in Nightech? No one else seems to be interested in my stuff yet. I can tell you all about this company and how it works? I put in a lot of work and love into these little guys and I'm sure you would love them too!"

Blah blah blah. Proper name. Place name. Backstory stuff.

Nothing of what Danny is saying is registering in Jason's brain right now. Maybe some. ("I... Love... You...")

"I love you too!!" Jason blurted out.

Danny blinked before widening his eyes. "Wh-What...?" There was that look of concern again but now there's another look. Recognition...

Whatever. None of that right now. This is embarrassing!

"I-I said I love your company. Uh. Do you have a business card? I can let Bruce Wayne know about this."

Wordlessly, Danny gave an information card to Jason before that poor brick of a man just ran out of there, not once even looking back. Honestly, from the way it's playing out in Jason's head right now, he feels like a princess running away from her prince at the stroke of midnight. The earpiece crackled before a voice started to speak.

"Jason? What the hell was that?" Bruce's voice questioned.

It was only when Jason left the gymnasium that he answered, "Me digging my own grave for the second time, old man. Let me go die in peace."

"No, no," Dick's voice chimed in, "Only after we replay that very short conversation about 50,000 times. Thank you very much."

Jason only groaned in response.

Danny, back in the gymnasium, only stared at the door that Jason left from in horror. The only way for people to react that way to him like that is for them to be dead or liminal. Now he has to figure out a way to tell Bruce Wayne that this person that he seems to know is a little bit dead!

This actually is a part of whatever the fuck I'm writing. I'm still thinking of a fic name. But all of the random posts go together in some way.

[fancyfeathers]

I just had the funniest thought ever. I imagined that the yandere justice league darlings reacting to high world scale disasters differently than other people. Maybe at first they were scared normally but then they got used to it. Even coming up with codes depending on how dangerous it is and reacting differently. For instance; Big mutant monsters: Code Green (Bad but Superman can handle it), Aliens: Code Blue ( Worst than monsters but not really serious), but the likes of Darkside, Trigon or the Anti Monitor: Code Black (⚠️⚠️⚠️. Run!). What are your thoughts?🤣

Yandere!Justice League AU Masterlist

Oh absolutely they would have something like this, though some darlings are less phased by things than others, like any darling of a Green Lantern, none of them give a fuck. Like Hal could be shaking his darling awake because something is wrong and he has to get her out of there before he goes to help the rest of the league and she just looks at him with a look that could kill because he woke her up, none of them care about anything because it feels like every other week one of the lanterns is off planet doing something to stop something and they honestly cannot bother themselves to keep track.

Now other darlings of the Justice League may be more worried about it because they basically stay home unless it is like a code black that you used in your example, the lanterns’ darlings are at the watchtower or the hall of justice so often because their partner is off planet that they really just do not care. Then some are just stressed, especially the ones who have kids and they have to deal with the superpowered children (lord help Barry’s darling and Clark’s darling) and the fact that the world could end.

Like with this I’m imagining all of darlings being dropped off to the watchtower or the hall of justice in the middle of the night before it gets locked down, some of them have their children with them still in their pajamas, and most of them are worried and then there is just Kyle’s darling asleep on a couch, Hal’s darling looking like she is about to fall asleep sitting up, then Guy’s and John’s darlings are laying down on the carpet and everyone thinks it’s because of stress of the situation and-

“No, they’re just tired because they got woken up.”

“I’m gonna murder… Hal when he… he gets back…”

“Ya, don’t wake them up right now, they’re pissed already.”

I also feel like Martian Manhunter’s darling would not be bothered much at all, but not like how the Green Lanterns’ darlings are calm, but calm because J'onn literally manipulated her mind to not panic because if she panics it will just make the entire situation worse, she’ll be perfectly safe so there is no reason to worry.

[puzzleglum]

THEORY TIME AGAIN!! The other day, I had a realization. About how Hyde could possibly rescue Jekyll, without also getting stuck in the depths of their mind. And, it connects to Hyde’s pounding heart, and Lanyon’s confessions to Hyde. Remember this golden ribbon, around Hyde’s wrist on the Chapter 16 cover? (The same cover where Hyde was depicted in his mindscape outfit. Take note!)

I’ve theorized before that it’s a lifeline. Similar to Ariadne’s golden thread from the Greek myth, this ribbon could be a way for Hyde and Jekyll to escape the labyrinth that is the bottom of their mind. A lifeline that allows them to find their way back up again, to the waking world of existence. A tether to reality, if you will. The mindscape and its rules are a bit tricky, but one thing is for sure: the literal rules of normal reality don’t apply. The whole space is basically a big metaphor for their shared unconscious mind. There’s a kind of dream logic to how it functions.

So why shouldn’t the lifeline be metaphorical, too?

Before, I’d thought that maybe the Mort potion—or some other scientific solution—could be used for this, as the origin of the lifeline. A temporary ‘sleeping death’ that would allow Hyde to reach Jekyll, and get out again when the potion wears off. But now, I think I got a better idea. Something far less literal and dryly mechanistic.

First: remember how the last time Jekyll’s heart was pounding—with lots of prominent sound effects, that is—he passed out on stage? Hyde had been poisoning their mind with despair, wanting to take Jekyll down with him.

(It’s worth mentioning that Lanyon was at Jekyll’s side when he woke up again, too. He never left him alone.) I believe Hyde might be about to pass out, too. But for entirely different reasons than Jekyll did previously. Hyde feels all of his feelings very intensely. The similar BA BUM heartbeat sound effects show us just how much Lanyon’s words, and gentle touches, are affecting him.

To be extra clear on my part: secretly, Hyde HAS always wanted to be loved, even if he’d never openly admit it, even to himself. But deep down, he believed it was impossible anyway. Who in their right mind would love an Evil Monster like him? Lanyon would. Because he can see that Hyde was never just “pure evil.” Hyde is simply…a part of Henry. The Doe-Eyed Sweetheart that Lanyon first fell in love with, before falling in love with the rest of Henry, too. This is exactly what Hyde and Lanyon’s character arcs needed. This moment is a beautiful payoff that was a LONG time coming. But I’m not here to talk about all the things that set this up. Might do that later. But my point is…this is it!

Lanyon’s unconditional love is the lifeline.

Let me elaborate. I think Hyde is about to pass out from the overwhelming feeling of knowing that Lanyon REALLY, TRULY loves him. (Perhaps with a kiss or similar to top it off.) And when he comes to, he’ll be in the mind, with that golden ribbon on his wrist. Ready to hunt for Jekyll and bring him back. The intuitive logic I’m seeing here is something like this: That reciprocated love, and Hyde’s desire to return to reality and be reunited with Lanyon soon, is what provides a metaphorical and emotional tether to the real world. Because that emotion would be SO strong that it would bend the rules of their mindscape, allowing Jekyll and Hyde to come back. In other words…Lanyon is Hyde’s Ariadne. The giver of the golden ribbon to guide him through the labyrinth, and safely return when he needs to. :)

And that’s my theory! Thanks for reading, and leave any thoughts in the replies, if you wish!

(I’d love to know if people think this is plausible, or not! To be honest, I’m not entirely sure of this myself. But since the possibility occurred to me, well…there’s no problem with writing it down, anyway! You never know.)

[luigi2028]

Seeing what you commented about his booking photo is something I think about almost daily... I wonder if he was crying right before it was taken. Mind you, that's a suicide vest they have on him.

I’m sorry, that’s a fucking WHAT!?! I thought that was just some sorta weird exam gown for when they do their full body searches and shit (imagining him getting cavity searched literally haunts me. Idk if that’s something they would’ve done then or if they do that when you’re actually convicted and sentenced? I could google it but I’m already typing this out and too lazy to switch screens)

They said at the time of arrest he started shaking really bad. Some people took that as “oh yeah he was obviously scared because he did it and knew he got caught.” (Sorry anon I know this is kinda going WAY off but I was thinking about this last night).

So two cops approached him at McDs and asked he pull down his mask. He complied. They asked for ID. He gave them the fake ID he’d used in the hostile. Why? IMO, it was to avoid being matched with his real name to any missing persons reports put out by his family and I’m sure he knew they’d put one out. THEN they asked if he’d been to NY recently. Obviously he had. And he obviously knew about the shooting that’d just happened. So the gears start turning in his head that ‘oh shit they think I’M the guy?!’

Now he realizes he just gave them a fake ID and the same ID he’d used in NY at that. He knows that’s gonna look really REALLY bad.

They cuff him and lead him off which is when I believe they search his belongings and find all the “evidence”.

So yeah I can absolutely imagine him BAWLING because he went from trying to simply avoid his family and figure himself out on his own to now being accused of the MURDER of a CEO. And I’m sure he was well aware they’d planted that “evidence” but that now it was his word against theirs and that’s gotta be a helpless feeling. He screwed up with the ID. Somebody pointed out if he had given them a different ID (fake or otherwise) they wouldn’t have had reason to search him cause the name wouldn’t have been the same as the one at the hostile. I don’t think he was worried about that because at that initial moment he probably never assumed they were coming to him as a murder suspect.

The damage that’s been done to this poor boy is irreversible. The PTSD he will no doubt inevitably suffer is something he’ll probably live the rest of his life with. He’s gonna have such a hard time trusting ANYBODY. His dating life was stagnant before all this, it’ll be completely dead afterward. I wanna hold out hope that since he has seen all the support he’s been given that that’ll help him reintegrate back into society a little easier. And yes I’m gonna talk about this as though he’ll be found not guilty and released. Cause as of right now he is Not Guilty. It is up to the prosecuting team to PROVE his guilt, not the other way around.

Again, apologies for such a long-winded reply. I was stewing on this thought for a bit.

[skyfallscotland]

Things that got me a little frustrated with Onyx Storm in no particular order 💔

Please be nice, this is an addendum to my main Onyx Storm review post, and there is also a post about things I loved 🙏 I'm just a sensitive heart with superior pattern recognition (I'm mentally ill lol) and I struggle when I don't understand things—and I understood nothing.

I find it really hard to just go with the flow, I hate it when I don't understand things, and being confused just didn't make for a good reading experience for me. So here goes:

The magic system being entirely retconned.

“It’s beautiful,” I whisper. I’m marked by their magic as a rider now, as their rider.

It's consistently referred to as "their" magic or "Andarna's magic" or "Tairn's magic" in the first two books, but in this one, the continent has magic and outside it, they're powerless?

Oh, except Vi for...reasons?

The marked ones all having second signets? This felt like fan service or a retcon. Why haven't any of them gone crazy? Because statistically some of them should have (and it would have at least been interesting). And if Liam could wield ice and use farsight, and that wasn't initially an error, why not wield it when Deigh was literally being chewed to death?

Continuous mentions of Xaden hearing actual fucking thoughts for god's sake that just get dropped and never picked up again? Par for the course. Don't even talk to me about it, I'm done.

Sgaeyl not talking to Xaden all book? Does she realise she would have died too, they all would have died if he hadn't done what he did? Mum pls the silent treatment sucks (this might be a personal trauma so we can probably scratch it, actually)

Andarna leaving then coming back almost immediately? I get it, she wanted to meet her shitty family, but this would have had more impact if she'd stayed when they were on the island. It felt like I got teary at her exit for nothing, like it was a ploy. I think I have whiplash.

Violet saying quite literally her most pressing need is information and then deciding no actually it's to know what her baby dragon is dreaming about in her dreamless sleep? Is this a joke? 😭

Violet is suddenly Adrian Ivashkov 💀 And what’s that got to do with who they are at their core? I’m lost! 😭

Also, those not-dreams never being explained? Like we know it's Berwyn calling him, but seriously Xaden, click on pls!

Xaden's mother showing up for...no reason? Really? Nice emotional arc, I enjoyed it, it was one of my favourite sequences, but she wasn't important to the story at all and we just?? Left?????

(I also want to punch her in the face, how dare she)

Finding out Halden's been doing...something??? At the Isles this whole time?? For Reasons, I guess??? I don't know, someone else might need to explain that to me.

(How I felt ^) Oh! And him being a twin? Basic information we could have known before—and I still don't know what happened to Alic, really. Like I want the whole story? 🥺

Violet's hair, the temple, all of that someone's going to have to explain to me like I'm five too because it's not clicking, I'm sorry. Also the temples/priestesses have magic? Their own different type of magic? And they aren't venin either? What makes a venin, a venin? My head is still spinning.

Aetos being back defying all logic (the aide to exile to in charge of everything pipeline really is something) and then he disappears entirely and is irrelevant? 😭 Why bring him back at all? What was the reason?

This is like the continuity that says Degrensi kicked Varrish out for being too torture-y and then they put him in charge of torturing kids, and then Degrensi followed Varrish's orders (even though he's below him in the chain of command and he hates him) last year to keep Xaden away from Violet all the time, but wait, now Degrensi gives no fucks about following orders???? I'm?? I just spent so much time being like wait, what?

Xaden who can literally command shadows for some reason not being able to sneak into Violet's room? And that same Xaden having zero control so they can't have sex, but then suddenly when it was time for another evenly spaced out sex scene, him being totally fine????? Is it ✨a mindset✨ ??

Violet having her memories wiped? For? Reasons???? Seriously for what purpose could the literal wedding ceremony part not have been remembered, please, that’s just mean Rebecca.

Aaric just Not telling anyone about his signet even though it would have meant more people living??? Aaric's name being CAMLAEN?????

I get that that’s a literary device, but on top of everything else I still felt like I was chasing my tail 😩

Professor Riorson teaching everyone for months, incl that signets have perfect counters, like his shadows and Violet's lightning, then sending Violet off to face the lightning/storm wielding gal while he went to face a guy he's literally incapable of killing? HELLO, should you not realise and switch?! Don’t be a dumb dumb (also a literary choice but it annoyed me so it’s here, please never battle the elite four Xaden, you’d fail).

Also oh look there's no rune on Brennan's neck like the one on his hand—sorry WHAT? are we implying that's from Naolin mending him or what? Do you know about it? Fucking say so, you sure as fuck haven't told us Vi???? It really bothers me that Violet apparently knows things and we don't. I feel like that's what third-person-POV is for, if you want to do things like that.

I still don’t know why venin can channel within the wards at all? And the wardstone was so easily altered after all that drama in IF?

Why aren't we reading Lilith's journals? Vi, sweetheart, please, give me some joy here.

Where are the other foster kids??? I still can't see how they're safe and not leverage, especially now it's looking like it will be a full-on secession bid once more.

Tyrrendor mines talladium?!

SURPRISE GRANDMA??? PLEASE!!

As you can see, I have a lot of questions—more than I had at the end of the last book, because none of those were answered, so I just have...this bigger pile of questions.

If you can read along and not think about any of these things and just not be bothered by the not knowing of it all, then I'm jealous of you. I really, really wish I could, but that's just not how my brain works and as someone with a mental illness I get tired of having to defend that to other people, it makes me feel like shit, honestly. I don’t want to think about these things, I just do. Like yeah, I hate my brain too but I have to live with it.

There were plenty of things I liked about this book, but my overall experience was that it felt messy, chaotic, and overwhelming.

Even the end—I still don't understand what happened fully, and I know that's on purpose, but after not understanding anything the whole book and having my questions from the last book go unanswered, I don't exactly appreciate it as a literary technique, I just find it frustrating 😟

In any case, these are just my out-of-pocket, personal opinions typed up late at night with zero filter, please don't come for me (lol), you don't need to agree—in fact, I know people don't, I ran a poll—this is just...how I'm feeling right now. It's a sucky feeling, but it is what it is.

I hope I can do a re-read at some point and enjoy it more, and get a better grasp on things, but for now...🖤

[shanblackrx]

So I've been seeing (and saw in real time) comments of people saying

--Either that it doesn't make sense that Joke feels so strongly about Jack when they had only briefly met 2 times before the time skip when:

1- …..bro. It was love at first sight. FOR BOTH OF THEM. Are you fucking blind? Didn't you see all the flirting at the bar and after the bar???? Also for all that's sacred What is the fucking non-romantic heterosexual explanation for this?

2- This is more of a character analysis of mine, but I think Jack gave the positive enforcement Joke never got from his family. That created not only a bond between them but also kind of an emotional dependence from Joke. I honestly don't think Joke's feelings for Jack were super healthy at the beginning, especially with how self-destructive for him he is. And that's precisely why, although all those things he does for Jack after the time skip might seem too much if it was anyone else, it's still reasonable for him. He's so guilt-ridden that he fucked Jack over when all that Jack has ever offered was kindness and something Joke never had before, that he needs to overcompensate.

And especially because he's been marinating in guilt for 5 years, with only his thoughts and his self-deprecation as company, and then seeing how things escalated for Jack in a way he never imagined, that he feels the need to fix everything for him. That is the real meaning of the "100 ways to apologize".

-- OR when people say Jack and Joke's love is unbalanced. Like it feels Jack doesn't love Joke as much, that it's too sudden, that it doesn't have romance, yadda yadda.

Let's go back to the bar scene and afterwards. This is episode 1. This is the past. This is the first time they met. They literally left out the girl (poor Rosé I'm so sorry baby you fell for a homosexual) because they were in their own little world. The world they created on that bar when they shared bad experiences and made each other company in their sadness. The world that cheered both of them up in a day of misery. Also for all that's sacred What is the fucking non-romantic heterosexual explanation for this?[x2] (underage Jack is smooth as fuck)

Not even counting the scene at the bank when Jack was so happy to meet Joke again, and then even writing down his number for Joke and saying he'd love to go drinking with him again before he vanished.

Here's another character analysis: Jack is methodical, he doesn't act on impulse, and keeps everything to himself. This, added to the fact we don't often see things under his POV, makes him a bit hard to read.

Alright but damn, no one is caught daydreaming about the face/lips/closeness of someone they're not attracted to lmfjhsfd please. This is episode 4, c'mon.

There's also this (ep 6)

and this (ep 7)

(both of which I also made an analysis of from Jack's side in this post)

and this (ep 8)

So do you really think he just pulled everything that he did that night when they get together out of his ass instead of, after him and Joke reconcile, having actively nurtured this feeling THAT HAD ALWAYS BEEN THERE???? Damn, right when they met again Jack kept Joke from signing a loan contract with Boss because he knew it would be a point of no return. Because despite all the rage and bitterness, even then he still cared about Joke and didn't want that life for him.

Jack and Joke are opposites. Joke wears his heart on his sleeve while Jack has the necessity of hiding away anything that can be a weakness. It's all in between the lines for him. But that doesn't mean the feelings are not there. It's called nuance.

Also, shit, the mutual pining is so obvious idk these people might've watched it with their eyes closed or something. like?? Things start to get messy in Jack's life mostly because Joke came with his chaotic energy trying to make things right for Jack - and if Jack didn't, little by little, allow him to, Joke would've never succeed on being by his side. Jack starts losing control of things, of himself, because he's always being pulled by Joke, gravitating towards him, and he lets it happen because he wants it. Subconsciously or not.

Anyway Jack and Joke love each other and had always loved each other, period.

[azelmaandeponine]

I saw a interpretation of Filbrick that is kind strange and I want your opinion:

"I consider him a man of extreme tough love and concerned with making money in order to provide for his family, and those are thoughts I subscribe to as canon interpretation as well.

I don’t view him as abusive like a majority of the fandom seems to from what I’ve perused on him.

At least he’s not intentionally.

His actions in some instances can be viewed as such especially from a modern light, but they’re never from a place of maliciousness or hate. They come from a place of love and worry, in a time where being emotionally vulnerable (having heart to hearts and being frank with feelings) for a man is not only looked down upon, but can be detrimental to overall success and survival. So he’s ’not easily impressed’ and closed off. Gets angry when something valued gets lost rather than being sad or hurt by it because it’s easier and safer. (there’s a reason why he never got rid of the ‘#1 Dad’ marking on his pendant that Stan had given him - that hit him where it counted and he cherished it).

Tough love was an extreme back then, and making your kid stand outside for two days holding a sign saying 'extra stan 2$' is certainly not the best way to go about motivating your son to do better in school Filbrick.

Has a very ‘spare the rod and spoil the child’ mentality because he knows no one else in the world will give exception to his sons having a heart and being sensitive. He’s the only one who they can afford to make mistakes with and learn from before the world gets its claws in them. He’s very loyal and doesn’t take kindly to people trying to harm his family… even said family. (why he insisted on boxing lessons, is part of a holy mackerel brotherhood, and why he even reacted as he did when learning about Stan and the project - he honestly believed that Stan had betrayed the family and sabotaged his brother because Stan has always been known for lying even as a kid [aka the pendent incident], it was an assumption that Ford didn’t correct him on and probably could have changed the whole outcome of if he hadn’t been devastated with the same feelings of betrayal).

Throwing Stan out in canon while in anger, was awful, I won't forgive that, but it did happen a lot back then especially at 17-18 when kids were both 'considered' or officially adults, and could go off on their own. You can still see that kinda thought process even nowadays in older folks to prevent 'mooching' or 'being a bum'.

I personally believe he’s just a man of his time and of his circumstances. Can come across heartless but does have a huge one just hidden away. I like to think he didn’t go to Stan’s ‘funeral’ because he still felt betrayed, yes (how could his kid do that to his own brother and force them to live in poverty and slog through life like that out of jealousy?), but that he didn’t go because he just couldn’t handle it. He would’ve been too broken and vulnerable about it. Or that… maybe he was dead by that time.

There’s literally no way anyone can convince me that Filbrick didn’t sit alone staring at that ‘#1 Dad’ pendant in the dark of his room without tears on his face.

Unless you’re Alex Hirsch, then I beg you not to break my heart like that lol"

What do you think?

I'm sorry, they lost me at "I don't view him as abusive". It's literally canon he is.

As for the rest...does this person know abusers can be multifaceted? That there are usually calmer moments in the abuse? Cause I don't think they know that.

All in all, it seems like this person doesn't know much about abuse, and can't fathom that a parent could be horrifically abusive to their kids because he was shown being fond of a gift one of his kids gave him.

[ilikekidsshows]

Different Anon from Abuser AU ask. But I need to vent somewhere.

I hate the fact that even if u excluded Adrien and Alya bashing u still could see fic where writer demonized them for something they didn't do/something they did do but blow out proportion by Marinette standom.

Like I found many fics that tagged Adrien/Alya redemption (I didn't see the tag at first, only that it doesn't have bashing tag and from summary it Lila exposed fic). Redemption from what exactly? For not letting her killing her social life because she low-key look albeist from outsiders perspective and advice her to take the high road? For not believing her accusations to new girl in town because Marinette have no proof and have history being nasty to love rival?

How those fics literally have Marinette beat them down to compliance, have a reason why your wrong speech, and give them no choice but to follow her every whim and practically reek of,

See, she's not racist or victim blaming abuse victim or anything. It doesn't matter if they were treated worse second to Lila only she gave them a chance! They should be grateful!

Anyway I excluded those tags too now and ml fanfiction got better.

Until season 5 final happened and now too many fanfiction focus about how Marinette felt bad gaslighting her boyfriend and how Adrien feeling being sidelined on those fic. Ugh.

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That’s what happens when certain attitudes get normalized. Like, long ago, while I still loved the show, the normalization of Alya and Adrien salt was something that got discussed. How people who weren’t even writing saltfics or redemption fics would still include some kind of mention of Adrien, Alya and the classmates apologising for the common saltfic talking points even when the fic wasn’t about that because that’s how normalized the thought that they’d done something wrong had become. People thought they had to address it, even as a throwaway line. While that doesn’t make the fic itself salt, facing a sudden salt trope in a non-salt fic really took me out of it.

I’m saying that, like, even with the typical saltfic tags excluded from searches, looking up Miraculous fanfics can be a game of Russian Roulette on whether or not an innocuous-looking fic will actually include salt or just salt reminders. And now, as you said, we have the canon abuse apologia to contend with. Because, like, how would the fic authors even tag that, when they’re literally just writing the same stuff that’s going on in canon?. Maybe, if we’re lucky, the fandom might mature enough in the future that we’ll get a “canon-typical abuse apologia” tag. I wouldn’t put too much faith into that, though.

Miraculous fanfiction has a pretty big problem with this kind of thing, which is why fanfic recommendation lists are pretty popular in the fandom, at least from what I’ve seen. I suggest looking up “Miraculous fanfic recommendations” or “Miraculous fanfic recs”, because those recommendations usually list out what the appeal of any given fic is, so you can screen out any “Marinette is so sad about gaslighting Adrien, let’s feel sorry for her for the next ten thousand words” fics.

[wnbawag]

Don't Let Your Intrusive Thoughts Win Part 11

Pairing: Breanna Stewart x OC!Griffin

Summary: Griffin, the 9th 2024 WNBA draft pick, was an unusual case, coming out of the University of Kentucky. You see, Griffin was short. Not just WNBA short, like short short. Like Griffin was barely 5’2. The Liberty, the team she was drafted to, loved to call her the shortest player of all time, but Griffin loved to 1. Remind them that Shannon Bobbitt was also 5’2 and 2. That she was definitely taller than Shannon. So she was the second shortest WNBA player of all time. The Liberty would roll their eyes at her, basically as one. 

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1.7k

Note: I'm realizing now I never gave this poor child a last name. If you read these notes, send me a suggestion.

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Griffin felt herself basically trembling in anticipation the entire way back to Breanna’s apartment.

She knew she had been playing a big game with Bre, intentionally riling her up then sending a sexy picture on top of all of it, but she was suddenly hit with the reality of what she had been doing.

She had intentionally been turning Breanna on, the older woman was probably under the understandable impression they were about to go at it like rabbits.

It wasn’t that Griffin wasn’t also so horny she wanted to jump Breanna’s bones, it was that she hadn’t even kissed a girl before.

‘Fuck,’

Griffin was screwed.

Breanna hadn’t let go of her shoulder the entire ride, turning her using it all the way home.

When she finally unlocked the door and pushed Griffin in, she locked it and spun Griffin so that she was against the foyer wall with her chest pressed against Stewie’s.

That was when Breanna saw the pure panic on Griffin’s face.

“Woah okay, I don’t think we’re on the same page. Are you okay, rookie?”

Breanna seemed to be picking her words carefully, removing her hand from Griffin’s shoulder and taking a step back to give the younger girl some breathing room.

Griffin was taking deep breaths to try and squash the impending panic attack, trying to get her thoughts into words for the vet.

“I want you so bad, Stewie,” Griffin breathed out, forcing herself to meet Breanna’s confused blue eyes.

“I just, I don’t- I’m sorry, I just,” Stewie pulled the younger girl into a tight hug, reminding her of how they were in this same position not too long ago.

“Take your time, I’m not mad at you, I just want to know what’s up-”

“I can’t have sex with you tonight!”

‘That was aggressive’

Stewie froze.

Griffin kept holding her breath as Breanna slowly undid her arms from around her and took a step back, looking at Griffin through furrowed eyebrows.

“Okay? That’s fine rookie,” Breanna said slowly, seemingly confused by Griffin’s outburst.

“But I literally spent all practice messing with you and I thought it was funny but now I’m realizing that wasn’t cool and I probably just got you turned on for nothing and I’m so sorry Bre that wasn’t cool of me and-,” Griffin’s rambling was cut off by Breanna covering her mouth with her big ass hand, eyebrow cocked and smirk on full display.

“Rook, if I’m hot and bothered I am fully, fully capable of dealing with that by myself, I have two hands for a reason. You don’t need to feel bad,” Griffin found herself sporting a massive blush, both because of Stewie’s comment and the fact that she had never realized just how big Breanna’s hand was, until it was covering basically her entire face just by covering her mouth.

Breanna clocked this, still smirking, but took her hand off of her mouth, instead cupping Griffin’s jaw.

Her long fingers wrapped around to rest at the nape of Griffin’s neck.

“Nothing happens until you’re ready, I promise.” Griffin took a deep breath and smiled up at Bre, still blushing from the contact and that damn smirk.

She felt her breath hitch in her chest as Breanna leaned down until she was eye level with Griffin.

“But don’t think you’re getting away with earlier, two can play that game,”

Griffin was cooked.

—

Playing in the Mercury’s arena was way more intimidating than Griffin had expected. This was her first game back since the incident with the Aces and she was hyped to be back on the court. 

Coach subbed her in early in the first quarter, giving Fiebich and Sloot an early break while it was Griffin, Sabrina, Stewie, JJ, and Nyara on the court. 

Playing against DT was exactly what Griffin expected, she was called about every cuss word imaginable in the first 30 seconds she was on the court, and DT wasn’t even defending her.

Griffin loved it. 

After one fast break steal and an easy layup, Griffin shot right back at DT-

“I’ve already got one grandma, I don’t need to be playing against another!” Causing both the older woman and Breanna to giggle the entire way back to the Mercury’s basket.

Griffin had a great first half, as Coach had planned for her to play as much as possible so Fiebich and Sloot could finish out the second half.

At the end of the second quarter, Breanna sent her a dime, the velocity of the pass almost knocking Griffin to her back.

But she drove, not seeing any defenders, until she got rammed by the bull that was DT.

The foul was called and Griffin laid flat on her back, catching her breath that was knocked out of her before making her free throw.

“Welcome to the W, kid,” DT barked as she jogged by her.

Griffin grinned from the ground.

Yeah, this was awesome.

___

Stewie was pissed.

It was one thing that they lost, it was a whole other thing that they lost to fucking Diana. 

After a stellar first half, it was like everything fell apart. Not one of Sabrina’s threes fell, Stewie and JJ were missing layups, their whole team was out of whack and Stewie couldn’t stand it.

The worst part? She had to watch Griffin basically bounce up to DT after the game, the casual arm DT had slung around her shoulders while she nodded along to Griffin yapping about likely how excited she was to play against her. The whole time, DT was making eye contact with Breanna, arm around her girl, with an eyebrow cocked in a what are you gonna do about it look.

Stewie could kill her.

She didn’t intentionally walk ahead of Griffin back to the locker room, but it definitely happened. The entire team barely made it through the doors before Stewie was yelling because lord she was mad.

Coach Sandy just stood back and let her.

Breanna went down the list, pointing out everyone’s mistakes, including her own, and passionately telling the team ‘we are BETTER than that!’

—

Griffin had never had this intense of a feeling before.

Watching Stewie yell at the team, point out everyone’s mistakes, Griffin’s heart was beating out of her chest.

Stewie was hot when she was mad.

It went unnoticed by the team that Stewie didn’t point out Griffin’s mistakes, but Griffin noticed.

Was it intentional? She wasn’t sure.

After Breanna finished her rant, Coach Sandy took over and Breanna flopped down in a spot across the room from Griffin.

And Griffin didn’t hear a word Coach said.

Stewie was there, all spread and mad, sweat still shiny on her face and hair messy. 

All Griffin could think about was getting in between her thighs.

She had to have Stewie like, right now.

She was basically vibrating in her seat, clenching her thighs and trying to keep from staring at the taller woman.

—

The team was filtering out of the locker room, about to head back to their hotel on their bus. Griffin was being slow on purpose, seeing as Breanna was still having a quiet conversation with Coach.

Finally Coach patted Breana on the shoulder and left the locker room, telling the two women to hurry so they could leave.

Breanna was huffing still and throwing her things into her bag, face still thunderous and movements stiff.

But she noticed Griffin shuffling over to her.

Breanna spun and focused a glare at Griffin.

“Done sucking Diana’s dick?” She spat out.

While Breanna regretted saying that the moment it left her mouth, she was a little … shocked to look Griffin in the face and seeing just how dilated the rookie’s eyes were, how focused she was on her lips, the way her chest was heaving.

“Griff?-”

“Kiss me, please,”

“Griff what?!” And Griffin flung herself into Stewie’s arms, pressing flat against Breanna’s front, looking up at the vet with hooded eyes.

“Breanna I am going to combust if you don’t fucking kiss me or fuck me, it’s your choice,” 

Breanna’s eyebrows shot to her hairline and her mouth fell open at the rookie’s forwardness and general, well horniness.

“Rook, where is this coming from?” Stewie was practically holding Griffin back as she kept trying to snake her hands under Stewie’s jersey.

“You’re so mad, it’s so hot, yelling at your team like that? Manhandling me on the court? Lord Stew I will give you head right here, I don’t care I don’t know what I’m doing I swear you better like it,” Breanna caught both of Griffin’s wrists, moving them so she could hold them both in one of her big hands, causing Griffin to glare up at her.

“I’m in the middle of something here, Stewart,” 

Stewie threw her head back and barked out a laugh, the fiery rookie now looking like she was going to kill Breanna.

“I’m obsessed with you, rookie,” Breanna said, voice much softer now, her hand reaching up to cup Griffin’s jaw.

She let her thumb rub the rookie’s cheek, feeling her legs shake since Griffin was still pressed against her.

“You sure you want this, Griffin?” Breanna said in a low voice that sent shivers straight to the heat building between Griffin’s legs.

“Bre if you don’t kiss me right now, I’m getting on my knees and you can’t do anything about it,” Griffin responded in the same low voice.

Breanna chuckled, a low warm sound that filled Griffin’s chest with butterflies.

The taller woman leaned down, using that hand on Griffin’s jaw to tilt her head up.

She paused right before their lips connected, breath falling onto Griffin’s lips.

Griffin couldn’t help herself.

She went on her tiptoes and connected their lips, taking Stewie by surprise.

Breanna smiled into the kiss, released Griffin’s wrists and rested her hand on the rookie’s hips, pulling her somehow closer.

Griffin’s hands started splayed on Stewie’s abs over her shirt - she couldn’t help herself - but moved to behind Stewie’s neck, holding the taller woman to where she could reach her.

Like Stewie was going to move anytime soon.

Griffin briefly parted their lips, sucking in a sharp intake of breath when she felt her lungs scream for air. She couldn’t resist looking up and meeting Stewie’s eyes, faces still close.

“Wow,”

Breanna chuckled, rubbing her hip with her thumb, and smiling down at the rookie.

“Yeah rook, wow,”

[velvetvexations]

I wasn’t totally fine with it, I thought it was weird but trusted her enough to think she had her own reasons.

Such a brave stance against transphobia. If someone misgenders trans women you're going to be understanding if I continue to say I respect them and reblog their based transfymynysm? If someone was he/himming you and I said I trusted them to have a good reason for it, and continued to pal around with them, that's fine, yeah?

Also what’s with all this hostility? I thought we had a positive interaction a bit ago and were like at least a little cool with each other now?

Were we? When I had you blocked you continued to go through my blog complaining about my takes and getting worked up about how everything I do vexates you. Our last conversation was me getting you to correct [name withheld] because it apparently got confused on something you told it and to your credit you did that and [name withheld] did delete the post. Funny as it is I think [name withheld] actually has surprisingly consistent morals as far as yall go. The bar is truly underwater, but relatively speaking, you know.

My point is, I feel like you've been consistently polite in DMs even to the point of expressing sympathy when I got really worked up and anxious, but then immediately go and trash me in really petty ways, and continue to go along with accusations of me believing things I manifestly do not believe. You yourself made a post about how I "call trans women groomers" because I think a niche on a dying social media website is unhealthy for them and could lead to them being abused like the last group that tried to reclaim 'baeddel.'

And, I mean, really, the audacity to go all "I thought we were on better terms now? :(" after you reblogged Talia having a meltdown over a post from months ago where I very briefly mentioned practicing Hinduism and she went on a rant about how Hinduism needs to be done away with because it's an inherently evil religion. (see here before anyone tries to say that's not what she was saying)

But beyond that, you believe and support really horrible things about others, so I'm not sure why you're expecting us to be super cordial. I am, right now, being a lot nicer to you than a lot of my engagements with people in your camp. Like you're good and cool with a woman who misgenders trans men and tells people to send them harassing messages to "demoralize" them, that alone is pretty bad, let alone all the lateral aggression you prop up.

I don't know why I'm getting so defensive about this. Be a kinder person if you don't want me to be "hostile" lol? I'm not calling you a moron, for the sheer size of the gulf between us I think that's relatively polite discourse by my standards. If you want to sincerely be my friend be a kinder person. I'll invite you to D&D games.

Seriously, Flen. I told you in DMs I was going to leave you unblocked again to hold a door open if you ever want to get out of this bullshit and be a kinder, better transfeminist. I would love nothing more for us to be pals, genuinely. I've literally helped a TERF deradicalize and retransition with this approach.

But you're going to have to stop calling people dehumanizing slurs like "th**fab" and maybe consider misgendering something worth taking a firm stance on even when it's not trans women.

This stuff is also barely related to what I asked. That being, what are TRFs (supposedly me) saying about bi and pan people?

I don't know, I said I didn't know in the OP, that's why I was only responding to the tags. Which is to say that yeah, maybe you never had problems when you identified as aro yourself, but you were totally behind a woman going "all the transandrobros are the same people who were pro-ace during the ace discourse" just recently, a spinelessness that fits considering how quick you were to fold on your objection to Thicc misgendering people.

Imagine my shock (actually not shock at all) when I found out that trans radfems are also exclusionists towards ace/aro people and bi/pan people

lmao the fuck are they saying about bi/pan people

[ducktracy]

there are a lot of evil people in the world and a lot of darkness in the world and so it’s very important for me to stress that now more than ever is the time to spread kindness and compassion. combat the evil by not only not partaking in it, but actively refuting it. destroy the notion that being compassionate or generous or kind to someone is uncool or embarrassing or even scary. be the change you want to see. start a chain reaction. positivity only breeds more positivity. do an act of kindness for someone so that that person who is too afraid to do it themselves can see you, realize that they’re not alone, and perhaps sheepishly follow your example. and then the next person who is too afraid but sees that person can do the same. when bad news comes out about bad people or horrible atrocities in the world it’s such an easy impulse to despair, and obviously it’s important to feel what you need to feel. grieve. be angry. be sorrowful. be empathetic. but dust off your pants and get up and be a part of a chain reaction that, no matter how small the scale, and spread compassion and love and care. all the reasons why you might not—“it’s hard! it’s scary! people will make fun of me! it’s useless because there’s too much evil!” are all grade A arguments as to why you should. you have no idea how many people you could inspire to do the same. even if it doesn’t get you anyway far, you can at least say you have the nobility of trying. please choose love and please choose life. you are worth loving and you are worth inspiring others to love

[s0fter-sin]

i need ghoap frantically making out against a door finally taking the leap on their feelings. need ghost grinding against soap, expecting to find him just as hard as him, only to feel nothing

and in all his wisdom and experience, he concludes soap was tortured and never told him

he’s trying to think of a delicate way to say he understands, that he’s been through it and it doesn’t change anything about how he feels (and who the fuck touched him so he can hunt them down and rend them limb from limb)

meanwhile trans!soap’s just trying to find the best angle to grind his cunt on ghost’s thigh

just it never even entering ghost’s head bc he’s never known a trans person but he has met plenty of people who’ve been tortured - himself included - so of course that’s his logical leap

soap takes off his shirt and he sees his top surgery scars and ghost asks if he wants him to kill the one who did it and soap just hums like, “actually, man did pretty good, they healed real well,” and ghost’s just teary-eyes with awe at how well he’s coping, “looking on the bright side, that’s my johnny.”

imagine he thinks johnny was fully castrated but sees he’s determined to still have a sex life with him so he buys packers and straps to help him bc hell yeah healing and soap’s just like, “holy shit i’ve never had such a thoughtful partner before, such a sweet man, lt.”

[the-babbering-dabber]

Ok I have thoughts and I'm gonna put em here in a clumsy outline narrative format bc i got a headache :\ :

The minute Crocodile's allowed in the room he sand drifts over to Ace's bedside because he just can't get there fast enough. Maybe Luffy was allowed visitors and obviously awake before Ace or something so he's been able to hug and hold Luffy and fuss over him. Luffy could be sleeping now, and Crocodile had fussed over the blankets and shoulders and neck and feet because "he might get cold" and "there's not enough blankets to keep his feet warm". He'd brushed his hair back until it was greasy and someone had to physically remove him so Luffy could get some rest without being stared at constantly and adjusted every two seconds.

He was sulking in the hallway when Ace was given the all-clear for visitors. He had been tempted to defy the young doctor and slip through the vents or cracks in the door if Ace's life wasn't already hanging on by a half fray-ed thread. That's the only reason Crocodile was looming over the doors to the room Ace was in. And then they opened, and Law came out. And he left the door open and unlocked. He didn't say much, just mumbled about how "there's not much more he can do" and that "it's up to Fire Fist now" and that Crocodile should "be careful with him".

Trafalgar hadn't even finished speaking before grains of sand were ripping through the stale submarine air towards his eldest son. He understood why Trafalgar had warned him, why he'd warned caution. Ace looked dead; he really did. His usually tanned skin was ashen and cracked, marred with reddish brown, purple, and black stains, some peeking out from under thick layers of bandages.

He let this happen. He was right fucking there with Ace and Luffy and he couldn't do shit. He was fine. Barely fucking scratched. And his sons...Luffy's scarred for life and had almost died and Ace...fuck, Ace was actively dying. He had died. Trafalgar had brough him back again, and again...and once more. It should be him. He's the one who should have one foot in the grave, not his child. Never his child--any of his children.

For the first time in a long time, Crocodile wished he had both hands, if only to feel for himself Ace's pulse, breath, and faint warmth--proof he was alive and here and that there was still a chance. He was exhausted himself, having no energy to cry or scream, or even raise his voice.

He looked over Ace, facing the consequences of his failure. He failed to protect them. Dragon would be furious. Sabo would...god, what would Sabo think?

An oxygen mask distorted the lower portion of his face, doing a shit job of hiding the dark, sunken circles around Ace's eyes. He looked fucking exhausted despite having been still for so long. The spatter of freckles were still dusted across Ace's skin as they'd always been, like nothing was wrong, like everything was fine and right in the world, like everything wasn't cold and dark now, like Ace wasn't fucking dying.

It's ridiculous, really, that it wasn't the blood, bandages, bruises, oxygen mask, gray skin, or sunken cheeks that breaks Crocodile, but freckles. Ace's freckles that wouldn't ever leave his skin because they were quite literally part of his body--like his ribs and lungs and fucking spine and heart and blood and bones and skin and-

Crocodile attempted a deep breath, focusing on Ace's own mechanical breathing--the breathing that somehow did better than his own pathetic stuttered gasping attempt.

Crocodile frowned as he traced Ace's features with his vision. His son's hair was a mess of wild, dirty waves and matted, greasy streaks. Didn't look like they'd even let him shower in prison, like they'd wanted his body as it would be after death--filthy, rotten, and disgusting.

He reached out his hand slowly and gently--oh so gently--brushed a strand of hair from Ace's eye. Suddenly that's all he could do, detecting another wild frizz of hair, sooty matt, or greasy wave sticking to Ace's skin. Ace would hate that. Would hate that it was tickling his face and curled in his ear and that his baby sideburns weren't straight and that his bangs weren't equally framing his face. He'd hate that his hair part was uneven and mussed, that hair was even touching his ears, that it was curled under his jaw onto his neck and tickling his shoulders, that it was sticking up above his head and staining the pillow with a black streak. He'd hate that his colics were acting up and springing his curls straight out.

Crocodile brushed strand after strand of hair away from his face, tucking them behind his ears, smoothing the sides, and swiping a loose eyelash away.

Oh god, the blankets. They weren't even covering Ace's chest, pulled down to his hips and barely covering his feet. Crocodile unfolded the scratchy blanket and brought it up to Ace's neck, covering the already blood-soaked bandages as much for his own comfort as it was for Ace's. He reluctantly moved away from Ace's shattered chest towards the end of the bed to a cover his legs and feet fully. Crocodile lingered, running his hand over each shin and rubbing circles into the soles of his feet.

Ace's feet and ankles always hurt from the scrunched crouched perches and harsh jumps he did--ever since he was little. He used to spot little scars and cuts on his feet when he first came to Crocodile, but they'd since faded and paled. But Crocodile knew they were there. He knew because he was Ace's father. His Baba. His Baba that failed him.

Crocodile took another breath and looked around for another blanket. Ace would be so cold; he needed to be warm. He couldn't get better if he wasn't warm. Without a single blanket or sheet in sight, Crocodile drug a stool over to Ace's side, perching on the uncomfortable, small metal circle. He reached his useless hook across Ace's chest and rested the first bit of skin and muscle of his arm on Ace's bicep. If there weren't any blankets here, he'd keep Ace warm himself.

Hair had been blown on Ace's skin again, dusty grains of grime marring his skin all because Crocodile looked away. He let this happen too. With the same care as before, he reached up to brush his hair away, smooth it down with gentle pets, and thumb the dirty off his cheek.

Crocodile frowned as it didn't budge, liking the pad of his thumb and rubbing at the dirty spot once more. Nothing. Trying again, this time more firmly pressing, his frown furrowed as he made no difference. Oh. It was a bruise. Tearing through his chest hadn't been enough, they had to bruise his son's face, too? His little boy? His young, barely alive, beautiful, intelligent, strong boy who had just started living his life?

Brow pinched and creased in concern, mouth tilted and tight with sorrow, Crocodile shook his head silently. It should be him. Raking his gaze over Ace's face once more, he realized the blanket had slipped. It wasn't covering his shoulders and collarbones. And the corners weren't draping over the bed, allowing drafts to slip under the pitiful cloth. The so-called blanket wasn't even tucking in around Ace. He tucked the fabric in along Ace's side, pulling the blanket up to his neck, and straightened out creases and folded corners so it would fully cover Ace's sleeping frame--not, not sleeping, dying. Ace's dying frame.

Crocodile cupped his son's cheek again, stroking his temple, brow, and cheek with his thumb. He eased his head down on Ace's shoulder lightly, careful not to press on any of his injuries. This way he could hear his heartbeat, feel his breath, and see the little puffs of air against the plastic mask.

He wasn't sure how long he sat there, head resting on his baby's shoulder and hand giving the only soothing comfort he could right now, but he wouldn't be moving for a long time, not until they reached Dragon.

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Law leaned against the doorway, watching a father mourn a half-dead son. He'd done all he could but...only time would tell. Time and Ace's will. He arched a singular brow as the ex-warlord fussed with the blankets again, smoothing them and tucking them around Ace's shoulders exactly as they had been.

He averted his gaze as Crocodile lowered his head on Fire Fist's shoulder and cupped his son's face. It seemed too intimate of a moment to witness, like it wasn't his place to him to see. After a few moments, when Law hadn't heard anything, he peered up once more. Neither of them had moved--Ace too drugged up and body not able to support an awake brain, Crocodile frozen. No, not frozen, sleeping.

Law snagged a pen from his pocket and switched it with the father's heavy fur coat, stepping silently over to the pair.

He peeked under the blankets and checked Ace's vitals--still stable as they could be--before draping the coat over Crocodile's shoulders. He'd leave them be, they both needed their rest. Law took once last look before closing the doors. If he was certain about one thing in this world and one thing only, it was that Crocodile loved his sons more than anything or anyone in all of creation.

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Lol i lied have a whole ass story ig.

IM IN LOVE WITH UR LATEST ART (the on where Crocodile holds Luffy AND especially where he's with Ace)

it's very sweet and precious. I'm wondering if Crocodile fusses over him as best he can. Like I have this picture in my head of him obsessively smoothing his his from his face or fixing his blankets for the THIRD time in like fifteen minutes

and maybe when he's a little more stable, like he crawls into. bed to cradle him, idk I feel like he would fuss over him as much as he could so he wouldn't feel helpless.

and then I'm wondering...how their reunion goes after Ace wakes up? Like did he visit Ace when he was with iva and Dragon and recovering before he woke up? did he struggle to leave him? what does Luffy know? I have so many thoughts and questions and I love the stinky child au with my whole heart and soul <3

Thank you!

I love the idea of Crocodile fussing over him...! ;w; I think once Ace is stable enough Law is taking him to Momoiro where he'll either wake up or he won't. There's not much more Law can do for him.

I don't think Crocodile could bear to visit him and just watch him for months, hoping that he'll wake up. After Luffy has decided to train with Rayleigh Crocodile probably goes into the new world. He too has to keep moving, has to keep busy, can't think about his children out there in a world that is going to get more and more dangerous to them.

But when he hears that Ace woke up, he's going to travel to him right away! (I haven't drawn this reunion yet, partially because I cannot make up my mind if Ace will have lost his devil fruit and what he's going to do now. Will he join Luffy's crew? Join the Revolutionary Army? Join Cross Guild? Get a new crew? Many options...!)

And either Luffy doesn't know that Ace woke up or Dragon tells him (I assume that depending on what his devil fruit is he can fly.)

I am happy that you like the Stinky Child AU! I do too! And there are still so many things to explore in comic or fanfic form! ;A; I'm always open for ideas for this AU~

[abelinthelandofnod]

recasting teen wolf with kpop idols, i know the ages don't all make sense this is a goof and a thought exercise we are having fun

SCOTT MCCALL:

kim seungmin (skz)

puppy guy who is also insane

STILES STILINSKI:

han jisung (skz)

he HAS the range. silly billy of all time.

DEREK HALE:

so tempting to choose lee know because of how funny it would be. however!

it's going to be irene/bae joohyun (red velvet) because we are going to do toxic yuri

KATE ARGENT:

kang seulgi (red velvet)

the toxic yuri in question

ALLISON ARGENT:

park jihyo (twice)

gun. what more need be said

LYDIA MARTIN:

minatozaki sana (twice)

gay

JACKSON WHITTEMORE:

okay well. it's going to be oh sehun (exo) because he and sana are each other's beards AND he's a phenomenal bitch. slay.

VERNON BOYD:

min yoongi.

don't worry about how old he is. just vibe.

ISAAC LAHEY:

choi yeonjun (txt)

cunt was served

ERICA REYES:

who do we know that does a sexy bombshell nerd glow up like absolutely nobody's business, AND is an idol actor... yeah that's right it's my best friend do kyungsoo (exo)

once again don't worry about why this thirty year old is supposedly a teen wolf. it's not important. i promise.

i'll reblog with the rest bc i reached photo limit 😑

[bitchfitch]

wait this is myyyy third? betta that was just given to me bc it sucks and is ugly. As an adult, I've never paid money for a betta fish. Tbf I didn't pay for the ones my parents kept when I was like 4-5 but those were still formative creatures in my life and I assume they were paid for.