#or if you just post an emoji I might call it a different thing than you want to be called

[pkmn-smashorpass]

🐍 Snake people representation 🐍

[mistydeyes]

eyes for the stars

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summary: The 141 boys can't help but feel slightly jealous about your celebrity crush. They can't help but wonder why you're so obsessed with them.

pairing: 141 x civvie! Reader

warnings: swearing, spoilers for Euphoria!

a/n: a little self indulgent because i too have all of these crushes (love my problematic ladies, sydney and phoebe <;3)

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price: pedro pascal

The minute you laid eyes on him you were hooked. From episode 1 of The Last of Us, Pedro became your very apparent celebrity crush. Who doesn’t love a strong parental figure who will do anything for his unconventional child?

Ever the observer, Price noticed how your Instagram stories were filled with reposts of Pedro at award shows, magazine covers, and even behind-the-shoot pictures. He even noticed the growing collection in your shared home of Mandalorian memorabilia. He couldn't help but feel hurt that his partner posted a celebrity more than him.

As Gaz looked over his shoulder he commented, "Looks like a more handsome version of you, Sir." "Get back to work, Sergeant" Price commanded, before shoving his phone back in his pocket. He couldn't believe that this was getting to him.

“You have a type, love,” Price said as you sat watching another episode of Narcos. It was your turn to pick a show to binge and of course, you picked this one. Price secretly wished you spent his leave watching anything else. You were glued to the screen as you sat in your boyfriend’s arms. “I do not,” you argued, “you and he are so different.” You rolled your eyes and he let out a small chuckle.

“He’s an older man who is surprisingly resourceful and doesn’t let many people in until he’s given someone to protect with his life,” he began and you realized the similarities, “Plus, look at him. I might start shaving my beard and only having a mustache for you.”

As the realization hit you, you couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at his observations. You paused the episode and held his face gently. "I'd much rather have this mustached face here with me than him," you said and shared a loving kiss.

Price was later happy to say that your stories of the man were significantly less than before. Good thing he didn't see your phone wallpaper was of the very famous Pedro Pascal edit (yk the one).

soap: sydney sweeney

You both were unapologetic about your love for the problematic blonde on Euphoria. Although you couldn't condone her rumors about Glen Powell, you couldn't help but obsess over the gorgeous woman. A new Syd’s garage TikTok? Queue you running around your house to find your boyfriend. You both religiously watched her in episodes of The Handmaid’s Tale and White Lotus. Don’t even get me started on when she appeared on the red carpet, your texts were flooded with pictures and emojis.

There was always one rule between you and Soap: don't watch any Sydney Sweeney movies or shows without the other. He instituted that rule once the new Euphoria season was predicted to come out. As he left for another mission for the 141, he kissed you and said, "No Sydney without me, promise?" As you gave him your pinky, you wouldn't realize you would be breaking that rule later on that year.

To be fair, no one could have predicted that their mission would have taken until the end of November. Also, it was technically Soap's fault for not binging the show before he was deployed. However, since the call to duty was ever present, he didn't want to start a show without knowing he could finish it. You waited until August to finally start it. You had been dying since the season ended in February and had blocked all spoilers.

The minute the show started, you knew you couldn't stop. The plot line between Nate and Cassie was just TOO GOOD. Hours later, you had finished and were ashamed of yourself. You just had to know how the drama between Maddy and Cassie ended. Logging out of your account, you tried to hide all the evidence before your boyfriend inevitably came home.

It was December when Soap returned, excited to be home with you and even more excited to start Season 2 of Euphoria. As you made you both some popcorn, you heard an ear-piercing scream from the living room. You rushed over to see what happened but Soap stood there with a shocked face. "Bonnie, why does HBO say you finished all the episodes?" he accused and you knew you were done for. "I-" you started before he interrupted. "You betrayed me, worse than Graves," he said almost as if he was crying. As you looked at him sheepishly he said in a soft voice, "Please tell me that the rumors about Cassie and Nate aren't true."

gaz: henry cavill

Who could compete with Superman? Certainly not Gaz, in fact, he would get a little jealous when you mentioned your little crush. You loved Henry Cavill specifically the DC Comic version of him, not The Witcher. Gaz regretted ever letting Soap get you into the new films.

For the past year, your boyfriend would not hear the end of your pining for the dark-haired beauty. You were non-stop, always talking about his latest interviews and always having his films on repeat. Gaz even had to stop you from putting a framed picture of Henry on your fireplace mantle. You finally agreed that Henry belonged on screen, not in a frame along with your loved ones and your boyfriend.

Gaz miraculously was home for Halloween, a first! You had been invited to a party by your friends and decided on a Cat Woman costume. Oddly enough, when you asked Gaz what he was wearing, he said he already had it covered. This was his chance to show you who the real hero was. You tried to find out the best you could (even looking through his search history) but you could not find what it was.

"Babe, can you at least tell me you're on theme?" you asked over the phone, it was a few weeks before his return and you were anxious to know his secret costume. "Trust me, love, you'll be pleasantly surprised" he answered and you audibly groaned at his mysterious tone.

“Kyle, are you ready?” you called, dressed in your Cat Woman costume. You loved Lois Lane but something about the powerful energy Selena Kyle had plus her sexy attire made you pick this instead. As you adjusted your all-black outfit in the mirror, you heard your boyfriend descend the stairs. You turned around to see him dressed in Superman’s signature costume. The costume was of surprising quality, perfectly defining your boyfriend's physique and making his butt look great.

“I heard there’s someone who needs a superhero,” he triumphantly said as he struck a pose. You smiled widely and took many pictures. “You look amazing, babe! This is just like the movies,” you said excitedly as you kissed him on the cheek. “Bought it just for you” he winked, “Gotta let you know who the real hero is.” You laughed and punched his arm lightly. “Let’s go my Lois Lane,” he said and you grabbed his hand, getting ready to face the world with your hero.

ghost: phoebe bridgers

Now Ghost isn't like the rest of the 141 boys, he won't let his jealousy get the better of him. BUT COME ON, you were in love with Phoebe Bridgers, the haunting singer of Boygenius whose grey hair glistened in the moonlight. You owned every single record of hers and constantly pined over the TikTok videos of her on Taylor Swift's tour. You even bought you and Ghost her matching sweatpants with bones on the front and her name on the butt. He wouldn't admit it but he did love her style. Still, he couldn't help but feel a little twinge of jealousy whenever Kyoto came on the radio.

While on duty, Ghost could feel his phone ring. He answered immediately, knowing you only called for emergencies. He was greeted by you screaming. "BOYGENIUS IS COMING TO LONDON WE HAVE TO GO!!" you yelled excitedly. Ghost mentally slapped himself, he would have to remind you that this line was only for major injuries or death. "Love, Boygenius is not an emergency," he said sternly before you responded, "SIMON, PHOEBE FUCKING BRIDGERS WILL BE SHARING THE SAME AIR AS US," you yelled back. Ghost was glad no one was around because he would never hear the end of it. "Calm down, I'll see what I can do," he said before reiterating his love for you and hanging up.

When Ghost returned home, you were in a deep depression. You opened the door and looked sadder than he had ever seen you. "What's wrong?" he asked, closing the door behind him and taking you into his arms. You let out a few tears as you sat on the couch together. He noted you were all decked out in one of your many Phoebe hoodies and shorts. "I wasn't able to get tickets," you sniffled, "they sold out immediately." You knew it was stupid but your heart was crushed. You would never get to see her live.

"Well good thing I know a thing or two about computers," he said before pulling out his phone to show you a confirmation email. Your eyes widened when you saw he had secured VIP tickets to meet the band and watch from the pit. "Happy anniversary, my love," he said and you were speechless for a moment. "Simon, I think I could marry you," you whispered as you hugged him tightly. "Anything for you darling," he said and kissed you. As you excitedly confirmed all the details and peeked at the set list, Ghost felt the need to poke fun at you. "Do you love her because she has a thing for skeletons too?" That earned him a light slap to the chest.

The day of the concert, you could've fainted upon meeting the band. They were all so much cooler than you could have ever imagined. As you talked Julien's and Lucy's ears off, Phoebe walked up to Ghost. "Sick mask dude, gotta get me one of those," she said in her deep, chill voice. Moments later, Ghost almost had to subdue you as you tried to force the mask off his face to give it to her.

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[flaame]

Proposition: Make the moose a sign/symbol against Trump, Project 2025, etc.

I try not to get personally political on here (i.e make my own original politics posts instead of reblogs), but I had this idea a few days ago so I thought that I might share it.

Hear me out on this, but what if we used the moose as a sort of symbol for protesting against Trump, and by extension Project 2025? There’s a few reasons on why I came to this conclusion, but the main ones are the following:

Moose are often targets of hunters and poachers, similarly to how so many communities and minorities are being targeted by Project 2025. However despite that, moose will commonly fight back if they feel or are threatened, which is also similar to how we are trying to fight back, protest, and prepare for the outcome of this election.

What moose symbolize. In different places, moose symbolize several things. The most notable however is that they often symbolize strength and pride.

Moose are very enduring and adaptable animals, just like how we will endure these next four years and survive through Project 2025 and Trump

Feel free to build on this idea, spread it around, and more! If you want to use something like an emoji in relation to this idea, then I’d recommend the deer (🦌) emoji rather than the moose (🫎) emoji, since not everyone’s device can see it.

I will be keeping comments on this post on for now. BUT, if Trump supporters suddenly start trying to flock to this post and spew their bigotry and rhetoric, I will not hesitate to turn comments off. My account is NOT a safe space for Trump or Project 2025 supporters. I can and will block any accounts that support him or are ‘neutral’ on him. Please fucking educate yourself if you are in support of him.

RESOURCES :

List of Crisis Lines and Warm Lines that won’t call the police

How to stockpile on HRT (For both Transmascs and Transfems)

Trans Suicide Hotline

The Trevor Project

(I’ll add more resources as I find them. If you know of any, then feel free to reblog, dm me, or comment)

If you’re struggling because of the election’s outcome, remember this: you have to survive and keep going. If not for yourself, then for your family (whether it be biological or your found family). If not them, then your friends. If not then, then your pets if you have any. If not them, then dammit do it out of spite. Stay alive to spite that badly tanned, sad excuse of a man. Outlive him. Live your life happier than he or anyone associated with him has ever, or could ever live.

I believe in you. We can get through this. Together.

[xiao-come-home]

Can't stop thinking about Neuvillette not liking christmas at first and you finally warming him up to it & realizing whats important :(

A/N: next day update lmao as soon as i posted it i saw official Christmas fontaine art skull emoji there might be some mistakes bc i was very focused on writing the original idea i had in my mind. i really hope it makes sense in the end bc at this point i kinda fried my brain. merry Christmas!

Christmas time is surely a time that is treasured by many people. For Neuvillette though? A time when people pass him by so many times and greet him so much, that the judge has a hard time keeping track of how many heard him saying them back.

Green, red, blue, orange - the bright colors used to give the poor, young dragon a headache, when he first appeared on this world. The jarring sound of bells rang in his head many hours later, in the dead of night. Furina’s Christmas-loving attitude certainly made it more challenging, as „the Christmas spirit,” like she always called it, had to be present every year.

The young dragon yelped slightly when his hair got tangled in some Christmas ornament; Neuvillette can’t say how much time has passed until he finally got that damned thing out of his long hair. Once stepping past the familiar door of his home, the judge plopped on his bed heavily, letting out a defeated sigh. The moonlight from the tall window kissed his face gently, making him stare at the mountains far, far away.

„Just what is this holiday about?” Little did Neuvillette know, but this question was about to remain unanswered for a very long time.

Years, if not centuries have passed, having now the chief of justice has fully accustomed to the human tradition. He passes shop windows and stalls decorated with colorful Christmas lights, and now they don’t seem that hurtful to his eyes. „It is simply a human tradition,” is what occupied his mind every year during the gift-giving period.

Neuvillette sat by his desk, his orchid eyes concentrated on the paper in front of him; the pen in his hand danced between his index and middle finger.

Christmas lights - check. Ornaments - check. Christmas carols that lady Furina loves singing - check. Christmas gifts - check. Sweet pastries for lady Furina (decorated accordingly to the holiday) - check. Additional clothing provided for the patrolling melusines - check.

For Neuvillette, this is what holidays were for a long time. Nothing changed, nothing appeared new or grew old. And for some reason, despite everything staying the same, gave people the same amount of joy every year.

Neuvillette expected it to go the same way as before. Well, mostly - because now, he’s spending his holidays with you, therefore making the tradition a little bit easier to understand. The smell of the finest Fontaine dishes was the most distinctive for his nose whenever he entered his home, the blinking lights could be seen from the other side of the street. He knew you wanted to decorate the house like you always used to, but this year kept you extraordinarily busy compared to the last one, so Neuvillette offered his help with the matter; your joy was more than convincing, giving the dragon’s heart a lovely squeeze in his chest.

He didn’t know that he owned so many ornaments until that day. He examined various pieces with caution, the way they glittered in different angles, and truly experienced how much of it stayed on his hands later on instead. He more than often paid attention to you rather than decorating, noting to himself that your eyes shine even more vividly than any other plastic sprinkled with glitter. He discovered how much your smile grew even more heavenly whenever you found a good spot for your wooden reindeer.

It would be a lie if Neuvillette said he didn’t enjoy preparing for this year’s upcoming celebration.

Now that he was the one ruling the nation of Fontaine, it was going to be his first Christmas without Furina and Focalors’ active presence.

And the day has finally come.

The fireplace kept crackling gently, hugging you two with comforting warmth. Neuvillette watches you rummage through your gifts, smiling to himself when you gasp blissfully, exclaiming that none of it was necessary, but it’s clear you’re enjoying it more than he ever could... except it's a lie.

Your eyes are absolutely mesmerizing with the shining lights around the room. Green, red, blue, orange - every color accents something else, that he yearns to watch over and over again. The bells that hung on most of his doors ring every time you move, causing his head to turn to the direction the sound came from - it means you’re nearby. Although he got better at avoiding his hair getting tangled in wintery trinkets, nowadays a laugh can be heard, before your hands swiftly take it out and place it on a table nearby. An unwise thought appeared in his mind, to clutter his hair with some other accessories, if it meant to hear you laugh once again. Instead, his hand travelled to one of his gifts - a thematically accurate hair clips - that held his hair nicely and allowed him to come home with fewer unwanted bibelots.

Earlier that day, Neuvillette’s eyes softened at the sight of melusines’ fluffy clothes embracing their tiny bodies. Some of them waved their gloved hands at the Chief of Justice during his walk to provide Furina with her favorite cakes, some of them scolded him for not wearing a scarf, while offering their woolen hats - to which Neuvillette politely declined. He kept thinking of Furina possibly overdoing her sweet tooth - so made a mental note to remind her to eat sensibly and not to open her gifts right after he leaves.

It takes him a while to truly realize in what state he’s in.

He did not need to have any list this year, no - it seemed to come naturally.

And it no longer felt like a chore.

„What’s got you smiling so much, hmm?” Your playful tone is evident in your voice, and the feeling of your elbow nudging his side is present right after. Neuvillette embraces you tightly, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead, and lets out a relieving sigh.

„I suppose this is what the holidays are truly about. Merry Christmas, ma chérie.”

As simple as it sounds, the kindness and small things matter more than anything when you have someone’s best interest at heart.

[beefslipper]

Headcanons! Some Spoilers?

My first post got a lot more attention than I thought it would, so I'm just gonna drop some headcanons. I'll do a few different characters from different shows, anime/mangas, etc. If you don't know much about the characters, there will be some info on them that some people may not know already (Ex; character death, big events, whatever).

Some HCs are on the sad side while others are just silly, nonserious ones.

Also, if you disagree with any of these HCs, that's totally fine! Please just don't be negative about it or anything. And if you want to correct me on anything, go right ahead.

First up, I'm gonna do Jason Todd from the Batman Comics/shows. I love Jason so much, nothing could ever make me hate him <3

I feel like he'd believe in "hair holding memories" thing, so after his death and revival, he'd shave his head countless times to try and forget all the bad memories. Poor boy :(

For a happier HC, I think he'd be an absolute boss at Just Dance or automatically become the God of a video game that any of his younger 'siblings' need help with beating.

I also have a slight feeling he'd cheat during a silly 'family game night' thing and be hiding uno cards in his jacket or something LOL. Bro's the type to make one move during a game of chess before giving up and flipping the board.

Onto Gojo Satoru from Jujutsu Kaisen :D

I used to be a huge Gojo hater for no reason lol, but now he's kinda one of my favorites.

Since it's canon that he has a sweet tooth, I have a feeling he stress eats/bored eats (eats a bunch when stressed out or bored) and gets tummy aches pretty often from that.

I feel like he'd tear up a dance floor at a stupid little highschool event or something, but not like normal dancing. Bro probably dances like a Hotel Transylvania character LMFAO.

Lastly, Diluc Ragnvindr from Genshin Impact!!

Fun fact: he was my first main besides the traveler on Genshin Impact.

I HC that the poor man has a rough time sleeping (specifically after the Snezhnaya events and the death of his father). Whenever Kaeya sneaks into the Dawn Winery, he probably holds his big brother until he can sleep peacefully <3

(NO, I DO NOT ship the brothers in GI or the Batfam. Get those brownies outta here /ref)

Another silly HC I got is that Diluc used to be the sweetest kid in Mondstadt, but was unintentionally a little chaos magnet. Definitely a leash child so Crepus wouldn't have a heart attack when wondering where his son ran off to for the 60th time that day.

Bonus HC: Babysitter Varka. Must I say any more? Bro's probably still a big father figure in Diluc's life and sends weekly letters checking up on him.

Y'all are so lucky I forgot about HSR characters, otherwise I woulda yapped about at least 6 of them LOL. Might make a separate post later just for them, maybe multiple. Who knows.

If you noticed, yes. I learned how to insert images and I will 100% abuse that. When I learn how to insert emojis, I'm abusing that too. (I'm on a computer so I don't have emojis available as of right now.)

If you want to request HCs of any other character from the mentioned fandoms(? Is that what you call it?), go right ahead and ask! I probably won't get to it immediately since cramps are manhandling me right now, but I'll do it ASAP.

Anyways, have a great day, evening, and/or night, and make sure you stay hydrated!

[fallenangelics]

That's My Girl

PAIRING | Angel Dust & Cherri Bomb

WORD COUNT | 1821

SUMMARY | After many exhausting days of performing at the studio and attempting to further his progress at the hotel, Angel is left in a sour mood after not being able to spend his time as he wants it. Cherri decides it's finally time for her to step in but after being denied her right to spend time with her best friend by some staff at the hotel, things take a turn for the unexpected as Angel makes a stand.

RATING | Teen And Up Audiences

WARNING/TAG(S) | No Archive Warnings Apply

A/N | I've been meaning to post this for a while but found myself taking a bit of a break before I could move the fic onto this platform. I had a great time writing for this event and hopefully will be able to enter some more in the future. @rubra-wav created the beautiful banner below so go check out their content since they have some amazing stuff.

EVENTS | @character-a-character-b | Between The Lines | "She’s my person. If I murdered someone, she’s the person I’d call to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor. She’s my person."

AO3 LINK | Read Here

The past few weeks for Angel Dust had been hard. After being yanked back and forth between the studio and the hotel, Val constantly breathing down his neck while Charlie tried to rope him into redemption-themed activities, it had all started to take its toll on Angel. 

That’s why when he walked into the lobby of the hotel wearing a cropped pink hoodie that showed his second pair of arms that hung limp and some comfortable shorts and sat down at the bar without saying a word to anyone, it raised some alarm bells. Instead of greeting at least Husk like he would any other time he was in a slump, Angel sat with his head propped up by one of his hands, the other scrolling through the latest messages Val had sent him.

Every message his eyes scanned over it seemed it was from a different person, the tone changing drastically with every word. It didn’t matter how Val said it though, it all meant the same thing. He was wanted back at the studio that night and how Val had twisted his words in every message into something sugary before it flashed into a dripping of venom, Angel doubted he would be coming back to the hotel for a few days.

That conclusion only seemed to sour Angel’s mood more than it already had been, so much so that he didn’t even notice the drink Husk had placed in front of him or how Charlie seemed like she was gearing up to try and change his mood. The only thing that Angel did notice was the series of emojis that flashed at the top of his screen, the calling card of someone familiar.

Spinning in his chair just as the doors to the hotel were thrust open, Angel came face to face with a grinning Cherri Bomb. Ignoring everyone else in the room, Cherri headed straight for Angel, latching onto him with a large grin. “Hey Angie, how’ve you been bitch?”

“Oh, you know,” Angel could already feel his mood start to brighten as he spoke with Cherri, her presence having an immediate effect on him. After moving into the hotel, Angel hasn’t had many chances to meet up with Cherri, almost all of their usual activities being deemed unredeemable and setting back any of the progress Angel had made in his journey to Heaven. “Just hangin’ out or gettin’ work done.”

“Sounds to me like you need a night out,” Cherri exclaimed, giving away the motives of this interaction. Feeling his body react to that suggestion before his mind could even comprehend what she had in store for the two of them, Angel was grinning and nodding his head, wanting to hear more of the life he had unfortunately given up for redemption. “We can go back to my place to get ready and take a few shots before we hit up all the best clubs. I might even be able to get us a special something.”

“That sounds-” Angel started, pushing himself up from his stool and pocketing his phone. He was getting ready to agree with Cherri, a nice day away from everyone sounding nice when Vaggie cut her way into their conversation, almost shielding Angel with her body as she set herself up as a physical barrier.

“Terrible,” The short woman finished for him. Cherri almost recoiled at the intervention while Angel shoved his forehead into his hand, the two of them eyeing Vaggie with clear disdain. “Maybe you’ve forgotten why Angel Dust is staying here but it’s so he can be redeemed. Going out to get wasted or high completely undermines everything Charlie has been working for.”

“Oh, what Charlie’s been workin’ for?” Angel repeated with a laugh. He immediately came to Cherri’s defence, sliding his way past Vaggie, much to the girl's annoyance so that he could stand next to his friend instead. “I thought I was the one workin’ to redemption, meanin’ I can do whatever I want with my progress.”

“Let’s be real here for a second, okay Angel Dust?” A loud scoff escaped from Vaggie’s lips as she looked up at Angel, disgust evident on her face as if she was being forced to talk to him right now. Angel had seen that look a few times before and while he was new at the hotel he would’ve called her out for it without a second thought, but now as he spent more time here he tried not to cause as many fights for Charlie’s sake. “Charlie has worked harder for your redemption than you have. Now if we say you shouldn't do something because it’s either going to make you, the hotel or us bad, then you shouldn’t do it. Going out with Cherri is one of those things.”

“Angie’s allowed to do whatever he wants. You don’t own him so I don’t know why you’re trying to control him,” It was Cherri’s turn to come to his defence as she pointed an accusing finger at Vaggie. Her words seemed to anger the Fallen Angel more but surprisingly Vaggie bit he tongue, allowing Cherri to go on.  “Hey Princess, why don’t you call off your guard dog?”

There was no answer from the Princess of Hell as the silence stretched across the room. It was clear that being referred to as a guard dog seemed to set Vaggie off but Angel didn’t bother indulging her as he turned to Charlie, staring at her with furrowed brows and a confusion-laced expression as he called out to her softly, “Charlie?”

“I agree with Vaggie, Angel,” The response took a few moments but her answer seemed to rock through Angel, his mask slipping as the confusion he was feeling worsened into betrayal. Charlie was defiantly one of the hotel residents he had grown closer to so hearing those words leave her mouth sent half of Angel’s world tumbling, the other half remaining in a tight cage with Val. “We’ve both worked very hard for this Angel and we can’t just let you throw it all away for a one-night bender. Unless the two of you can think of something peaceful to do here while supervised, I think it’s best Cherri Bomb leaves.”

“Are you being serious right now?” Cherri loudly cried, her voice shooting towards Charlie with anger lacing every word. Just like Cherri, Angel couldn’t believe the words coming from Charlie’s mouth right now. “I’ve known Angie longer than all of you put together and this is how you think you can treat me? No wonder no one else has signed up for this hotel.”

“You heard the Princess,” Vaggie grouched, summoning her Angelic Weapon to point the spear tip at Cherri, forcing her to start moving towards the door. Angel watched the action with gritted teeth, not understanding where the sudden dislike for Cherri among the hotel staff had come from but knowing he wasn’t going to stand for it.

“What the fuck do you all think you’re doin’?” Angel’s voice rose, his words aimed at Vaggie as she tried to hound Cherri away. The shout sent a halt through the room, all eyes turning to Angel, surprised to see the outburst. “I’m not sure when you all started thinkin’ that you can control what I do when I spend my time at the hotel but I ain’t going to stand around and allow that to happen. Especially not when you think you can act like that to my best friend.”

“Angel I’m sure we can talk about this once you’ve calmed down-” Charlie tried to amend, her hands up in a surrendering position as she tried to reach Angel. 

“I don’t need to calm down when you’re treatin’ Cherri like that,” It was almost a hiss as the words left Angel’s mouth. No longer did he stay rooted to his spot as he began walking back towards Cherri, glaring at Vaggie and Charlie as he went, making sure the two of them knew his words were aimed at them. “Cherri’s my person. If I murdered someone, she’s the person I’d call to help me drag the corpse across the livin’ room floor. If I need to get wasted out of my mind then I’m goin’ to send her a message. If I want to destroy everythin’ that I’ve been doing for the past few months then she’s going to be by my side and if you can’t get on board with that then maybe my stay here should be cut short.”

“Angel, wait,” Charlie tried but it was all in vain.

“You would do that for me?” Cherri questioned, her one eye blinking up at Angel with admiration.

“Of course, I would Cher,” Angel grinned down at her linking one of his many arms with hers as he flipped the rest of the hotel off. Though he was giving up the free roof over his head he would rather stand by Cherri’s side. “I’ll be back for Fat Nuggets tomorrow unless you two can reconsider your redemption practices.”

“I knew I could always count on you, Angel,” A laugh rippled from Cherri as she began to fire up again, her instinct no longer screaming at her to stand up and fight back at whoever opposed her. Redefining their linked arms, Cherri began pulling them towards the hotel's door, no longer needing Vaggie’s spear pointed at her back to do so. “Now, let’s blow this place.”

“Couldn’t have put in any better myself,” Angel cackled, following after Cherri as she summoned a bomb and threw it at the door, leaving a large, gaping hole for the two of them as they dashed out of it, giggles spilling from their lips. 

They didn’t stop moving for a long time after that, Cherri leading Angel back to her house like she promised they would, the two of them taking the long way back as they weren’t fully convinced Charlie wouldn’t try to run after them. But as they spilled into Cherri’s room, the two of them flopped back onto her bed and curled into one another, they realised they had the night all to themselves.

“I’m sorry if I put you in a tough spot, Angie,” Cherri murmured, voice quiet as they lay side by side. Angel hadn’t really thought about what he had said since leaving the hotel, leaving that all to tomorrow when he finally went back to either have a serious talk with Charlie and Vaggie or to pack his bags. “You can always stay here if you need to. And if that doesn’t work for you I can help you find a new place.”

“Don’t worry about it Cherri,” Angel put a quick stop to her rambling, wrapping his arms around her to pull her in for a tight hug. “I’d do the same thing all over again if I had to. Not even redemption compares to you.”

[stusbunker]

Spotless: Fermata

Chapter Five

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Sam/Madison, Chase the waiter

Word Count: 1815

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, Dean casually getting dressed in front of the reader, third wheelin', Dean is a smooth motherfucker, unbeta'd

Series Masterlist

Divider courtesy of @cafekitsune

The glossy finish of Dean’s desk stuck to the sweat of your palms as you sat on the surface, waiting for him to finally decide on an outfit that Bela wouldn’t roll her eyes at the moment she saw him. He had been going through his wardrobe in front of you for the better part of an hour and you were both on the cusp of entirely different versions of frustration. He strutted out from his massive closet, pants undone and flashing you the same pair of boxer briefs you had been salivating over all morning. His shirt was open, showing off his one and only tattoo, high on his peck as he futzed with the collar, trying to get it to lay right and then he started to button.

“Can’t believe you set me up with some hoity toity wardrobe Nazi,” Dean grumbled a repeated accusation in a new and more colorful way.

“Don’t give me that crap, I know how much you like playing dress up,” you shot back.

He spun and glared at you. “Traitor. Even Charlie knows this dog-and-pony show is not the same as fighting orcs in the valley.”

You put on a face of mock sympathy. “You poor, poor thing, having to wear the free shit designers send you out in the wild.”

Dean flipped you off with one hand while tucking in his freshly buttoned shirt with the other. The way his shoulders stretched the gray fabric was more distracting than the thickness of the offensive finger.

“I’m not wearing a tie for fucking coffee,” Dean griped.

“No, you’re not. People’d think you went to church first and the last thing I want to start is cult rumors for either of you.”

Dean hopped on the balls of his feet as he zipped his fly, finally standing before you in an acceptable outfit. You looked him over as he fiddled with his cuffs.

“Roll them up, shows off your arms,” you coached him, as he went between glancing in the mirror on the back of the door to across the room for your appraisal.

Dean chuckled, but did as he was told.

“So, you calling in the paps or just seeing who catches on on their own?”

“I’ll have Bela post something, showing off you and her plate with a tag to the restaurant. I might snag some candids just in case, but I’m guessing you’ll get noticed.”

Dean dug through his rack of belts as you talked. “Can’t you get fired for leaking photos to the press?”

“Technically that is my job description, dude. But honestly? Only if I’m making extra money off of it— or if my boss decides to be a bigger dick than usual,” you sighed, avoiding scrolling through your phone as it buzzed next to your hip.

Dean smirked. “I’ll show you a bigger dick than—”

“None of that, god, Dean, shove down the locker room talk for like two hours. Please?”

He rolled his eyes and threaded his belt. “When it’s go time, I will be fucking angelic. I promise. I’ll show everybody what a gentleman I am. But you can’t just toss me a perfect spiral and get mad when I run with it.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “You hate football.”

Dean marched back across the room with a pair of Italian leather ankle boots and sat on the edge of his ridiculous bed to put them on. “No, I hate the televised corruption of football. It shouldn’t take twenty or thirty minutes for a two minute drill. But I wouldn’t say no to landing the Halftime show of the Super Bowl.”

“Noted.” You fell to the temptation of your phone, now that more of Dean was hidden than exposed. Bela had texted you twice, both with mirror selfies, you snapped a picture as Dean finger gunned his reflection to send back. She replied with a stream of positive emojis and you barked a laugh.

“What?!” Dean demanded.

“Outfit approved,” you spun your screen so Dean could read Bela’s response and his stupid face went from concentrating to smug in two seconds flat. He waggled his eyebrows at you but you stole your screen back before he could go scrolling through the conversation. His finger hung in the now empty air.

You typed a simple ‘you’re welcome’ to Bela and put your phone aside, screen down as Dean started on his hair in the en suite bathroom. You hopped off the desk and slinked into the doorway, bored and anxious in equal measure.

Staging public appearances had always been a hit or miss with Dean.

“You gonna be alright being Sam’s third wheel? I know you want to make this seem like it’s just me and Bela out, but we could still make it a group thing.”

“I’m so not dressed for an outing with Bela—”

Dean huffed as he washed the product from his hands.

“And we really need the focus to be on you, less distractions, better angles for candids, all that crap,” you said, professionally side-stepping the question.

“Yay,” Dean muttered with mock enthusiasm.

“You love the spotlight, remember?”

“Not the same thing. But I guess I have to live with it, don’t I?” Dean lamented, waiting for you to move out of the doorway and lead the way downstairs. He called for Sam, telling him that it was time to go over his shoulder. Something had shifted between you and you felt every ounce of his regret at the forced circumstances like it was a second skin.

Sam’s laugh, somewhere to your left, drew you out of your careful scrutiny of Dean’s posture across the patio. Madison had been telling a story, and though they both knew you were only there for work purposes, you still felt guilty for ignoring the conversation. You turned and faced the table and took a sip of your coffee. Sam gave you a squint, but didn’t say anything about your sudden return to reality, bless him.

“I think I’m going to do the eggs benedict scrambler. What are you thinking, Y/N?” Madison reminded you to look at the menu.

“Uh, I think I’m leaning more towards lunch, actually,” you said, because you really hadn’t processed anything on the laminated list in front of you.

Sam sipped his fresh squeezed grapefruit juice and you tried to speed read as your waiter returned with a cheerful look on his face.

“How’s it going over here? All set to order?” His name was Chase and he either was a bodybuilder on the side or he was an actor, which didn’t really take skill to parcel out in L.A., but it was still obvious.

Sam, the traitor, answered happily, “sure thing. I’ll have the kale frittatas and could we get a pitcher of Bloody Marys, please?”

“Okay, then,” Madison chuckled, shaking her head at Sam trying to get her tipsy in the middle of the day.

“Definitely, man,” Chase the waiter replied, typing in the order on his tablet. He then turned to Madison, which earned him an appreciative smile as your eyes darted back down onto the options.

You didn’t bother listening to what she ordered, too busy deciding on something you could eat without too much distraction. There was a certain columnist at Rolling Stone whom you wanted to get back in her good graces and if you could get her a good enough shot of Dean being Mister Charming, the better.

“What about you, doll?” Okay, you didn’t have an ounce of a fuck to give to this waiter who probably thought he was being slick. 

“I’ll take another water and— the DELICIOUS BREAKFAST SELECTION with wheat toast.”

“Got it. Alright, that’s all in and I’ll be back with your drinks in a sec.” Chase finally left, freeing you from scripted social interaction. Sam gave you a reassuring head tilt and turned back to Madison. Both of them were polite enough to not point out you did not actually order a lunch selection.

Bela and Dean were near the railing of the patio, perfect for visibility from passersby, but what caught your attention most was that they seemed to be genuinely smiling at one another as they talked over their meals. The urge to join them welled up, to know what had two people so close to you so amused, to be included in their tiny bubble. You stayed put, managing to snap a few pictures of them before the table next you was seated.

So far, it felt like it was working.

The rest of the meal went by in a blur, you checking your phone more than was strictly polite but neither Sam nor Madison seemed to mind. The waiter continued to be a little extra, but all you cared about was the couple of people that had gathered across the street not so subtly snapping pictures. Bela’s post must have done its job. Dean and Bela lingered after he paid the check and you wondered if they were waiting on your permission or actually enjoying themselves. But before you could text either of them a posh car pulled up next to the patio and Bela was standing up to confirm her ride.

You watched on bated breath, Dean ushering Bela out of the iron gate of the patio with a hand on the small of her back. He was always at ease with physical touch and you were grateful for that fact as he sold your lies. Bela turned to face Dean outside the waiting car. She smiled up at him and he said something, making her bite her bottom lip. Oh, shit, she was milking this!

That’s when he leaned in and planted a quick kiss on her lips, just a breath longer than a peck. Sam kicked you under the table but you ignored him. They were really doing this and you couldn’t deny they looked damn good together. Dean held the door as Bela climbed into the backseat and closed it when she was situated. He tapped the roof and turned to walk towards where he parked the impala. He kept his head up, but you could see the slight smirk on his lips which only deepened as you gave him a double thumbs up as he passed your corner of the patio.

Fucker had this down. 

You watched Dean walk away, hoping the photographers got that because you were not prepared for the goodbye kiss. And when Sam nudged your ankle for the second time you sighed and glared at him. He just raised his eyebrows. You ducked your head, trying to hide the heat on your cheeks. Which didn’t really make sense, you had gotten caught staring, so you chalked it up to mild embarrassment. It wasn’t jealousy, you had set this whole thing up. You were fine.

Tagging: @deans-spinster-witch@mrswhozeewhatsis@cosicas-cuquis@fics-pics-andotherthings-i-like@suckitands33@ladysparkles78@deans-baby-momma@stoneyggirl2@sassy-pelican@leigh70

Chapter Six: A Due

[stormdragon23]

Hi. For the ask game 💫 Choi Jong-In questions 8 to 13 without 12.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Ah, a repeat question. Well, you get more things I don't like the fandom doing to Choi Jongin :>

Can you tell I like this character hahaha-

So another thing I don't like the fandom doing to Choi Jongin is how they depict how he takes care of his appearance. I do think he would take care of his appearance a lot, but not in the way most people headcanon him. I don't think he would be obsessive over it.

For example, while I do believe he would pay more attention to his appearance than the average person, I don't see him as someone who would freak out if he gets dirty or someone who spends hours taking care of their appearance. Maybe slightly annoyed if someone else caused it to happen to him, but I don't think he would be strongly opposed to getting dirty if the situation calls for it. There's not a lot of works/posts about Jongin being like this (most of them mentioning Jongin being like this in one line or so), but I do see some people getting the impression of Jongin being like this because they also see him as arrogant/overconfident (which I don't)

(Kind of along the same lines, but I also see some people show Jongin being disgusted by Yoonho after Yoonho was in a dungeon, but I don't really understand this. Jongin is also a hunter and has likely been around worse since Yoonho is also someone who is very aware of how he appears in front of others)

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

Honestly, probably not? Only because I hate the smell of smoke and wouldn't be able to stand living with someone who smokes. Choi Jongin wouldn't smoke inside but just the lingering smell is enough to bother me

If he didn't smoke, I think it would be possible. Choi Jongin seems like someone who would take care to not be bothersome to his roommate and know when something is bothering them, so I think it would be nice :>

The only thing that might be a bit difficult to get used to is the difference in sleep schedules. Choi Jongin seems more like a night owl whereas I'm more of a morning person, but it wouldn't be too much of a bother

I get a nice view anyway-

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

I'm not sure? I think I could become friends, but best friends seems a bit much. Part of it is because I think it would be difficult for Choi Jong-In to trust people easily, and I doubt we would have much in common either, which is important for me personally

Another part of it is that I'm not very good at making close friends. I'm very blunt, weird, and not that great at social interactions. That's a "me" problem though. I could be friends with Choi Jong-In, though it's hard to say best friends

11. Would you date this character?

Not sure for the reasons above, but if I was given the choice? And if Choi Jong-In didn't smoke?

Still not sure. Because I headcanon Choi Jongin to be gay. Would be a bit strange. Even without the headcanon, I don't think so because Choi Jongin seems like the type to keep things hidden to not worry his partner and deny if something's wrong, which is something I personally dislike. Communication is important, and I don't know if I have the patience to be with someone who keeps a lot of things hidden from me. I don't expect everything to be out in the open, but Choi Jongin seems like a private person, and so am I, so it might not work out that well

Would I like to date someone like Choi Jongin? Yes, though realistically, it's hard to see it working out as there's a lot of things to consider

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

🔥obviously, though 🦊 also reminds me of Choi Jongin a lot. I've started using ^v^ a lot for Jongin too (it's literally him). I could see Jongin using a lot of emojis and such when texting with people close to him, though I don't have any specific ones in mind. Maybe something fox-related

From the ask game here

[oraclekleo]

Kleo's Tiny Service of Kindness Emoji Game

Hello my dear followers and random visitors of this blog!

As I have vaguelly teased, I have something new for you.

Most of you are aware of the emoji games circling around Tumblr, you probably played or participated or hosted some of them.

Well! Kleo was missing something about those games and so she sat down and composed her own Emoji Game.

My game doesn't express appreciation and affection towards the blogger and it doesn't ask random questions.

This game allows you to express your wants and needs through emojis. Many of the lines are rather... intimate, expressing vulnerable thoughts even. The point of the game is that you can send me an emoji that will tell me you need/want something from me and I will do my best to deliver. It might be hard to ask for these things with words and sometimes you might feel like you could burden the other person with such an requirement. Well! With this game posted, you know I'm here, open and willing to do these little services of kindness and it's not a burden for me. Plus you don't need to use the words, you just send an emoji. Ain't that a blessing for anyone shy, insecure or/and introverted? 😊

Before I give you the actual list of emojis, please be aware that I reserve the right to limit or refuse to respond to your emoji ask/dm/comment if I feel uncomfortable and this right applies to any other blogger on Tumblr who would want to reblog this emoji game. I feel comfortable with responding to all these asks with people who follow me for a while and I know them a bit more but some of the emojis might feel different when sent from a complete stranger. On the other hand, I usually am very open when it comes to strangers, too. Feel free to give it a shot even if we never interacted before.

Let's show you the list!

STATUS: OPEN

Kleo's Tiny Service of Kindness Emoji Game

💕 I need a virtual hug

😘 I need a virtual kiss

🥰 I need to lie my head in your lap, your fingers brushing through my hair and you telling me everything’s okay

💙 I’m sad and I want to talk about it

💜 I’m sad and I want you to cheer me up

😌 I feel vulnerable and I want to be held in your embrace

😤 I’m irritated and I need to vent

😵 I’m irritated and I need you to distract me

🤔 I need your opinion on something

🤗 I need support

😎 I need encouragement

🤩 I need to be cheered up

🤭 I want a compliment from you

😈 I want you to flirt with me so I feel better and more sexy and confident

😇 I want to be called Good Girl / Boy / Pet by you

👄 I want you to talk dirty to me

👍 I want us to be friends

💪 I want us to be flirty friends

🙌 I want us to be more than friends

📞 Let’s exchange contacts

🎬 Let’s go on an online date!

💡 Tell me what you’re thinking about now

👑 Tell me what you’re wearing now

🧨 Tell me a random fact about you

📌 Tell me a quote you like

✨ Tell me some encouraging words

📆 Tell me about your day

🎯 Tell me about your favourite hobby

📚 Tell me about your favourite book

🎭 Tell me about your favourite movie

💗 Tell me what you need/want right now

🌞 Tell me what brightens your day up

🌟 Tell me what you think about me in 5 words

👀 Tell me about your favourite childhood memory

🦄 Tell me what you dream about

[zelandiangelo]

ty for sending me asks <3 got one for you in return!

👻😎🎯

I don't know why the emojis ended up gigantic but uhhh, they're stuck like that whoopsie!

Tyyyyyyyyy <3333

(subbing out ghost for another one per your comment on my other post!)

💡How many WIPs do you currently have?

I love to call myself out for having too many WIPs LMAOOOO. I currently have 21 different WIP documents across 8 different fandoms hahaha. I think some of these docs might be 2 years old oops..... they have all been Neglected in favor of The Big Yugioh Fic.

😎 What fics do you prefer on a scale of canon compliant to wildly original?

I do tend to go for canon compliant stuff! I like to play around with details from canon in my own writing - it tends to be how I get my inspiration - and I like to pick up on those things in other people's writing, too. That's not to say that I'll turn up my nose at anything original, though! I read a really interesting fic aaaaaages ago that was a really fascinating AU of Supernatural where Sam Winchester was a victim of Munchausen's by proxy. It was a really neat look at the character relationships through an entirely different context from the original show, and it definitely stuck with me.

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

This question made me realize that I actually didn't set one for 2024 LOL. When I started writing seriously again in 2022, my goal was for my published wordcount to reach 25k for the year (just a bit more than my published wordcount of 22k in 2017, which was the year of my first foray into fandom). I managed to blow that goal out of the water and published 37k words that year, so in 2023 I switched tack from wordcount to number of published fics instead. I was writing a lot of oneshots, so my aim was 5 published fics per month. I managed to stick to this for 6 months, and even after I fell off of that, I still published at least one fic every month for the next 6 (except December but u know. Seasonal Depression) and once again blew my previous wordcount out of the water.

ALL THAT TO SAY. i kind of didn't even think about a goal for 2024??? At this point I think the goal is just to finish my Big Yugioh Fic LOL, I've made a lot of currently not visible progress just because the majority of my work this year has been in that fic.

Thank you for asking!!! and for reading these rambles hahaha <3

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

for the sake of indulging voracity:

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡

🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮

🔮🔮🔮🔮

📚📚📚

😉

THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ILY!!!!!!!!!!

30 for 🚨:

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“Listen, Mr. Diaz, was it?” 

“Yeah,” Eddie replies. “Eddie.”

“Eddie, Mr. Fletcher has a cancellation at 11:30. If you can make it in…”

“I can.” Eddie assures her. “I’ll be there.”

“Great. In that case, I’ll schedule you in. See you in a little while.”

“Thank you, Nadine. You’re a lifesaver.”

And, she really might be. Just not for him. 

🔸🔸🔸

Buck wakes up to Eddie’s empty bed. 

He feels a heaviness when he realizes. Like he’s just woken up from a dream where things were exactly perfect, only to realize he’s existing in the sort of nightmare where he’s forgot to wear pants to school. Sleeping next to Eddie had been blissful. In and out of consciousness, there had been a security to it. A promise. But waking up, he realizes he might have read more into what happened last night than he was meant to. 

Maybe Eddie really had just been cold.

He hears the sound of the shower running in the bathroom Eddie and Chris share. Buck gets out of Eddie’s bed and trudges down the hallway towards his own room. He feels very awkward about the rather intense boner he’s sporting. Thank fuck no one is present to notice.

God, what if Eddie did notice? 

What if Eddie woke up to Buck obviously hard and clinging to him like a fucking boa constrictor and bolted? The thing is, Buck is fairly certain there’s something happening between them.

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27 for 🩸:

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Instead, he watches from across the street. The doors are open and the engines are out, so he waits. Unsure how long he’ll have to wait, he checks the parking lot. Buck’s Jeep is there. Bobby’s truck. Hen, Chim, and Ravi’s vehicles as well. So they’re all at least alive and still with the 118. That is an immense relief to him.

It takes two and a half more hours for the 118 to return, dressed in full turnout gear. It’s dark outside, and his chances of being seen are even lower. So he gets close enough to watch through the open engine bay as they all climb out of the truck. Bobby, then Hen, then Chim, then Ravi… A stranger Eddie has never seen. His replacement, presumably. Finally, Buck. 

Eddie’s breath hitches when he sees him. He looks the same. Maybe a bit scruffier than usual. The main difference Eddie notices in his behavior. Well, everyone’s behavior. Everyone is quiet. It must have been a stressful call. Usually, they’d all be chatting otherwise. Maybe the new guy is a bore. Eddie hopes so.

Buck disappears quickly out of Eddie’s view. But he is in there.

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I actually just posted the final chapter of 🌌 so there is nothing else to write. I will add one more emoji to each remaining ask instead to keep with the decreasing pattern.

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24 for 🌊:

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“Why Los Angeles?” Buck asks. His tone is dead serious.

Eddie feels a chill.

“I don’t know,” Eddie says. “I… I asked you. It seemed random. You just said, it’s where we live. That it was home.”

Buck’s mouth twists downwards. There is pain in his eyes. 

Eddie leans forward and rests a hand on the back of his neck. 

“What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

Buck opens his mouth. He takes a deep, gasping breath. Like someone has punched him in the stomach.

“Buck?”

“What if… What if that’s the truth?”

Eddie frowns. “What are you talking about?”

“Um…” Buck’s voice wavers. “What if the person you met… What if…”

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21 for ⚡:

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“We just aren’t sure how much of the, well, distance between ourselves and Evan has to do with what’s going on between the two of you,” she continues.

Eddie coughs. “Excuse me?”

“Does he think we’re homophobic?” Phillip asks. “Because we aren’t.” 

“No, we don’t care if he’s gay!” Margaret adds. “In fact, it explains so much about all those ex girlfriends that just didn’t work out.”

Well, that would be a good diss if it were directed at Eddie. However, in this case, it’s just infuriating. 

“Your son’s sexuality has nothing to do with anything here,” Eddie says. “Neither does our relationship. But if you have questions about either of those things, I’d direct you not to talk to him or me about them. They’re private.”

“We’re just trying to understand,” Margaret protests. 

Eddie scoffs. “You really aren’t.”

“Then maybe you can help him by helping us.” Phillip suggests.  Oh, fuck right off.

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18 for 🦮:

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He keeps stroking Cranberry’s head. He doesn’t want her to think that just because he doesn’t know how to properly act, she isn’t doing a great job. She’s kind of, like, the best dog ever? 

“Sometimes it would just be a quick check in to remind you to self-regulate,” Sam says. “Other times, if you needed to step aside, she could help you by providing light or deep pressure therapy. Whichever you prefer.”

“Like a weighted blanket,” Maddie says.

“Exactly.” Sam adds. “But a bit heavier and more in tune with you.”

Buck imagines coming home from work, feeling particularly overwhelmed with grief for his old life, and having her lay across him. It… Well, it might be nice. He wouldn’t hate that.

Buck looks Cranberry in the eyes. He takes a deep breath. She twists her head to give his hand a small lick. 

Fuck. 

“Okay,” he blurts.

“Okay?”

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15 for 🔮:

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Bobby won’t let tonight end like that night ended. 

“Honestly?” Buck asks. 

Bobby nods. He wouldn’t be asking if he didn’t want the truth. 

“Things aren’t great, all around,” Buck answers. 

“With you or with the team?” Bobby asks. 

Maybe it’s a stupid question. The way Buck lives his life, one is inextricably connected to the other. Though if something is specifically wrong with Buck, Bobby wants to know that, too. 

Buck sighs, obviously thinking about how to reply. 

“I can’t complain. People have a lot of shit going on, and I’m not one of them.”  

Bobby feels a twinge of sadness laced with frustration.

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12 for 📚:

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A hard pill to swallow, really. First, neuroblastoma. Second, autism. Like he was the broken mirror of the family, the floor swept after sunset. 

At first, it just felt like more shit. 

Another reason, another quiet, malevolent voice whispering in his ear. Maybe your brother is right.

His parents were kind about it, of course. They were always so kind. They love him. He knows that. No matter what, they love him. 

[master-of-the-railway]

Screw it, infodumping abt my AEG au because I have a lot of thoughts actually

*Prefacing this by saying: if you don't like this particular show, just keep off this post

(Most) events that happened in the other two series are canon to my au, but they happened without the characters who are children and therefore quite a few things are different. All of these events happened before the children came along or while they were incredibly young. Emily has her scottish accent in this btw, her AEG voice is great but it pains me that they didn't make her scottish. The events of AEG take place in modern day (based off of small observations, and Nia knowing what an emoji is).

One day, for an unexplained reason that still hasn't been fully figured out, a bunch of little machines just...showed up. All over the world. It caused a lot of confusion and panic, stations and companies were exchanging phone calls like mad to try and figure something out. They came to a worldwide consensus: the children will be adopted out to older machines who will become their new parents, and the parents will be guided to raise the children while the humans try to figure out what the cause is. This resulted in some not so great scenarios, and a lot of switching around, some machines just aren't fit to raise young kids. It's hard for all of them, even the good parents. These are the first machine children ever after all.

Sodor became a far more relaxed place with the introduction of the machine children, most places had to put in new laws and adapt, which includes the island. They had to create regulations to protect the children as well as invent a system to keep the new families in order, to track who is whose child. For the first few years they had rules set to keep the children from working, but they quickly discovered that it's instinct for them to work as much as it is their adult counterparts. They started to get antsy being forced to stay in the yard because they're meant to move and work. They get unhappy if they have to sit around all day.

So, when the kids got a little older, they started to get small jobs with the supervision of parents or other older machines. They all became far happier and so they were allowed to keep working and helping out around the island. Nowadays they don't have constant supervision and are trusted to work by themselves, so that they can already be adjusted to working by themselves before they get older. Some voice concerns considering the frequent mistakes, but they're assured that these mistakes are part of the learning process, better they make them as little engines than as larger ones that can do more damage.

All of the kids are around 10 years old at the start of the show's events, Sandy poofed into existence a tiny bit later so she's more around 8. Ages obviously subject to changing as time goes on in the series.

A very random tidbit based on how ADORABLE the episode Something To Remember was: Yong Bao, while not a father himself, is very very fond of engine children. He thinks they're all a wonderful gift to this earth and he's always thinking of Sodor's little ones. Does frequent babysitting for the few on his railway back in China that do have kids when he's not on the job himself. ...SERIOUSLY HOW CUTE IS THIS THOUGH:

And for reference, the family set-ups I have at the moment (might be subject to change) are: Gordon and Henry- Thomas and Percy's adoptive fathers. Gordon was a bit apprehensive as he isn't the fondest of children and doubted his ability to be a father, but he ended up being a very good father. Henry is the softer one and he has trouble being stern, so he appreciates his partner's ability to be tough with the kids. Percy and Thomas are sometimes a bit more than their fathers can handle, but they're a very tightly knit family and they love each other a lot. Emily- Adoptive mother of Diesel and Bruno, she had actually always wanted children of her own and didn't mind the idea of raising a diesel engine. She's determined to raise him to have no prejudice towards other types of engines, and she does her best to help Bruno learn to adjust to new things, she knows it can be hard for him after all. Also stands in as the caretaker of Nia, who was brought to Sodor when she was about 5 years old as her original mother from Kenya ended up being unable to handle the pressure of raising a child after a few years once it really set in, and Sodor had the room to take an extra kid. Cranky- Adoptive father of Sandy and Carly, originally just Carly's father until Carly uncovered Sandy and ended up attached to her. He was very against the idea of having a kid at first, but as the only other crane on Sodor (with the exception of Bereseford, but he just couldn't take a kid at all for unspecified reasons), Sir Topham Hatt managed to talk him into trying it out for Carly's sake. Now he adores both of his daughters and does his best to be there for them even as a stationary crane. Hiro- Kana's adoptive father, also a father figure towards Kenji. Kana stays on Sodor as part of an exchange program sort of deal, but she makes the occasional visits to Japan to spend more quality time with her father and older brother. Kenji does the same when visiting Sodor, Hiro tries to as well but he can't come as often as Kenji can. Hiro adores both of his children even if they're a bit fast and far more futuristic than himself, and he does his best to keep in touch with Kana. She's his special little girl!

[itoshi-s]

the blurb u posted about the rin & sae-nii 3sum reminded me of your itoshi divide poll lol- that being said, sae 100% degrades in this scenario and rin praises, but do u think they’d switch up at any point? 👀 cuz I personally think sae degrades like 90% of the time but still praises if ur really really good for him & then rin def gives more praise, still will degrade once in a while tho <33

(also I send u asks often so might as well claim an emoji :3 -🪷)

blurb in question!

UH OH i think they def switch up sometimes!

sae is the embodiment of tough love, will lure you in until you can't help but give in to him. but barely a second later he's in your ear, telling you how fucked up it is of you to be enjoying this :( (as if he's not like 3 thrusts away from spilling himself lol make up ur mind boy!!!!) i like to think of him as a bit of brat tamer if you will?? you really wish you could be on ur best behavior for him, but he's so rough and mean with his actions alone - and all your whining grants you all the more demeaning words instead. sae rly does know how to put that sharp mouth of his to good use :,3 makes you believe that all this whining and whimpering isn't going to get you anywhere - but truly, there's nothing else that gets him harder !! that being said, he'd definitely switch up as soon as you're reaching your limit i think - and it usually comes right around when he's just about to finish, too, so he naturally gets a little vulnerable as well. he'll squeeze your face in his hand and give you all the sweetest kisses, mumbling out praises and calling you his best girl :( he presses his lips to your reddened cheeks, where his fingers dug just moments ago, and wipes every tear away. he really does love his imouto so, so much, even if the way he treats you might be telling a whole different story!! :,)

rin on the other hand naturally gravitates to giving praise simply because he truly wants to reward you for being so good, yk?? i think sae's def more dismissive about the whole.. thing going on between you two - he knows it's not right by any book, but doesn't pay it much mind - and rin is the opposite. he doesn't feel bad per se, either, don't get me wrong!!, but it's also exactly what gets him off so much at the very same time. the way you give yourself to him, despite all moralities and common sense.. :( maybe he's lying to himself, and you, too, when he tells you how good you are, so eager to please and solely focused on him and making him feel better than anyone else in the world ever could. either way, he doesn't rly care. he means all of that, he really does, so he speaks the honeyed words without any filter at all. he can be so rough with you, hands tight around your neck until you're wheezing, hips bruising yours for what seems like hours now, but he's still holding you so close, eyes full of stars and mouth spilling the heavenliest of praises :( rin can be a lot, really, so he has to make sure you know he's so, so proud of you for taking it so well :( one of the situations where i can see him switching completely is when you start to act up a little too much - shying away from his touches, snapping at him (as if it's not natural for siblings to do that ??), giving him attitude in general. even worse if it's around sae!!!!! WHEW. he CAN be mean, and you know it, yet it always takes you aback anyways. rin's very passionate in his touches alone, always rough and greedy with his actions and it's hard to take him like this already - so imagine how insufferable he is when upset or annoyed </3 honestly i can see him with an even fouler mouth than sae's if you push the wrong buttons. he can and will make you cry lol AND sneer at you when he sees the tears :( BONUS: that's when sae will also soften up for sure !!!! switch up his role and be the knight in shining armor instead. probably tells rin to slow down and go easier on you, cause c'mon, why are you so mean all of a sudden, rin? and it only makes things worse :,) now he's pissed off because of both of u. good luck taking it lol

[windandwater]

I made yesterday okay. my psychiatrist told me to make a plan and not be alone; the second part was kind of not possible so I decided to stay busy and try to make the day very different from last year. last year I was at work all day and then when I got the call I was lying in bed listening to a podcast trying to decide whether to just fall asleep, so I stayed up and and busy and out of the house.

my family & I talked and stayed in touch about our various plans. I posted/started posting (depending on the platform) the next round of photos from my 2022 trip, because I can't think of a better way to honor my dad. I went to the park and got groceries & Russian dessert.

someone left a string of comments on a fic series of mine. very simple comments, just a string of heart emojis and occasionally a complimentary "wow!" etc. but. ... look if you're ever unsure whether to leave even the dumbest comment on a fic, there's your answer. you might be changing that person's whole day.

it's hard for me to believe that things in general are actually changing or moving forward, because a part of me is still waiting for another axe to drop on someone's neck. I told my psychiatrist I try not to be superstitious but it feels like March is cursed and she said a variation of "the body keeps the score" to me. there is a non-practical reason I didn't schedule my surgery for March, and I think for a while I will delay any big decisions or events until after March. no travel, no planned risks.

so even though yesterday was different than it was last year I don't know how to believe that some other day very soon won't be terrible again. the only thing I can do is set goals and make plans and hope I get to do them before it happens. and I guess if that's my world for a little while that's better than it was before.

[csmeanerr]

For the love of god don’t post if anon fails but with regards to the creative red stuff I see where they’re coming from with pronouns. As a trans person myself I get verbal abuse daily from my immediate family who use it/its pronouns to degrade me because they think being transgender is “bullshit made up by people online” and just a phase I’m going through. I’ve had psychiatric appointments, medical counseling and therapy, and even had a psychiatric report diagnosing me with gender dysphoria among other mental illnesses to prove this is actually affecting my daily life.

When my psychiatrist talked to my parents about family counseling to help them understand my trans identity, my parents took me away from the psychiatrist for “enabling my delusions”. They throw out my opposite gendered clothing, they constantly raid my room looking for anything I’m hiding, and they make it a point to antagonize me by using the wrong pronouns because “if you’re not going to accept you’re born a girl and are a girl then you don’t deserve to be called anything.” Being referred to as it/its is incredibly dehumanizing and degrading and I don’t care if someone wants to be referred to that way, I don’t have it in me to strip a person of their status as a living being and demean them by addressing them like an inanimate object. It’s so uncomfortable and stressful and it feels awful.

I struggle heavily with nounself/emoji/neopronouns too because of my mental illnesses and learning disabilities since they break sentence structure and don’t flow properly or they have varying pronunciations/uses and it’s difficult to remember how things work. I wouldn’t interact with people either if I can’t address them in a way I can understand because if I mess up it’s going to be the end of my social life since me messing up is going to get me labeled as a bigot or a LGBTphobic jerk when I’m not. There is truth to them being rehashed “attack helicopter” memes too which ARE harmful to the trans community.

You might think your pronouns are easy to understand and not hurting anyone but that’s not true. They are. They’re not guaranteed to be easily understandable to every other person. You’re actually just complicating things more and giving other neurodivergent people an even harder time than they might already be having, which makes the situation and stress worse.

I’m sorry to add to this topic mod but this is a matter that personally affects me every day and it hurts a lot. I have a mental wellness clinic appointment in the new year to find a therapist and my family has already said they’ll call the cops and report my car as stolen if they believe I’m going to the appointment to discuss my trans identity issues or seeking aid with transitioning. The reason they think it’s all fake bullshit is because people claim being trans is a choice and they’ve seen the emoji/nounself/neopronouns and they don’t believe in it. My psychiatric report that I brought home was even shredded and thrown out because it used my preferred name and pronouns and thus was “filled with bullshit”. I know that I’m not the only one negatively affected by these things either.

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nope fuck off your issues does not allow you to invalidate other people and misgender them in turn. it/it may be dehumanizing to you but to someone else might be exactly what they want to be called, same as you want your own pronouns acknowledged.

the fact you go on an entire spiel of how much your family thinks you're full of bullshit and then turn around and say other's pronouns are "attack helicopter" memes is a bigoted take. in short it basically reads: my gender identity is valid but yours aren't

and you sure did type out that the only reason you hide these insanely awful takes is solely to keep your social standing and not that you actually give a fuck about changing your perspective because clearly you don't think other neurodivergents might experience themselves differently or deserve to be respected for those choices

every reason you brought up has been an issue for YOU that YOU are then making OTHERS put above their own validation for YOURSELF.

just fuck off. use people's fucking pronouns it's not that fucking hard to not be a complete shithead. the LGTBQA+ umbrella is larger than you think and you don't get to draw a line of what is or isn't under that umbrella. it's for all of us. stop being selfish.

[m1d-45]

blood curse anon thank u for explaining the death and designer’s reflections and all that heart emoji <33 there’s also the war in north kingdom with yunikina and all that but that’s also whatever. so much of this game is “yeah here’s this horrific event moving on!”

ANYWAYS LAST THOUGHT (unless there is Demand) AND THEN I’M FREE. this one is post-imposter au but pre-returning to miraland because yeas. feel free to answer this whenever it’s just that my doctor says i have to get all the ideas out of my head or else i’ll explode /j

you have nations and former gods at your feet, desperate for forgiveness and approval, and yet, much to everyone’s chagrin, your gaze always returns to a certain pink-haired girl and white cat. they don’t even worship you! they’re blasphemously casual with you, treating you like a fellow human instead of the god you are. maybe they could have the excuse of arriving from another world, but even in that one, you are a deity! yet they are the ones who you reach to, the ones who get to stay by your side above all of your acolytes.

the worst part is that they’re kind. they don’t flaunt their relationship with the creator, even though anybody would kill to be in their place. they don’t try to monopolize your time, happily stepping away to let your followers spend time with you if they ask peacefully (not that they have anything to worry about. everybody knows that you’ll always return to them).

on the other hand… nikki and momo are polite (well, nikki is, at least), but very protective. it’s rare that they’re not with you, but if you do have to be separated for whatever reason, nikki reminds you that you have your designer’s reflections ready to help you with anything you might need, while momo promises to bring you the best snacks he can find.

when they are with you, it’s as if you have two bodyguards. if somebody tries to push the edge of your boundaries, they’re suddenly met with nikki’s stern face, planting herself in between you and the offender with her usually soft, warm eyes turning hard. an unspoken warning not to get any closer. momo scolds the offender with all the indignation in his chubby little body, paws flying around as he yowls “is this how you treat your creator? so rude! so thoughtless!”

they’re a bit more forgiving if somebody makes you flinch, whether it’s by their mere presence or some movement that was too fast or too close. and by “forgiving,” i mean they’re not openly confrontational. nikki pulls you away under the guise of needing some advice on her latest design (“there’s nothing better for inspiration than new scenery!” she says as she pulls out her journal and pencil). momo is quick to perch in your arms, curling up and purring as loud as he can - if you call him a cat, he’ll scowl, but won’t argue for once, just purring louder.

the message is clear: if you want to get near the creator, you need the approval of their companions. it’s not the hardest thing to do - nikki is, by nature, soft and gentle, and momo is easily swayed by food - but it’s just as easy to lose that trust. they would never take any chances when it came to their friends, especially a friend as dear as you.

(ough nikki designing clothing and asking you for help…. after all, you made such a pretty world, and she knows how wonderful you are at styling already!)

also HI MUSHROOM!!! the Thoughts have consumed me! - teddy anon

[doesn’t know anything about shining nikki, and hence nothing about nikki herself] that seems pretty accurate

if nikki is from this land filled w war war and more war, violence and betrayal around every turn- hell, she’s already dealt with a cult before, right? granted, this is more of fanatical obsession(is there even a difference-?) and less of “i’m summoning the literal devil” so in theory it should be less harmful.

in practice…. she’s not willing to leave you alone with them for longer than an hour or two at a time. she’s not jealous, she’s be fine if it were anybody else, anybody she could trust…. but can you blame her? the first time you arrived, you were nearly shot, and she almost got kidnapped. she’s allowed to be a little suspicious