#papa getes

[drakkonyan]

[REUPLOAD BECAUSE IM STUPID]

I am normal about dadworth i am normal about dadqorth i am normal about dadworth i am normal about dadworthiamnormalaboutdadworthiam normalaboutdadworthiamnormalaboutdadworth iamnormlanaboutdadforthiiamnorm

redraw of this thing I found in i dont even fucking know where, and i dont know if its from DD or SoJ since ive played neither, but anyways, I am gonna force edgeworth to go marry nick just so he gets "geting called papa" privileges

again i dont even know where i took this one from, i just know i download it once and saved it with the title "REDRAW IT YOU ANIMAALLLLLLLLLLL" but in spanish

[bwoahtastic]

In Stepmom Nico what if lil Mousy had a nightmare and goes to Seb but Seb is sleepy and just tells him to go away. So he tries to find Momma but the halls are dark and the house is big and he gets lost (maybe they have only recently moved Mousy into his own room?). Poor baby just starts crying. Maybe Maxy is also staying at their house this week and wakes when he hears Mousy crying since he is a light sleeper so he goes out to look for him and together they go to Nico and Toto for snuggles.

When Seb finds the four of them together in bed the next morning he is confused and asked what's going on so Nico or Toro tell him about Mousy's nightmare and he feels so guilty for telling Mousy to leave..

Plss! Mousy having slept in sebby's room a lot, or snuggled between papa or momma but he wanted to be a big boy when Maxy chose his own room too mousy wanted to be a big boy and sleep in his own room too! Nico and Toto make sure to read mousy a story as they tuck him in.

Mousy having a nightmare and he is so scared and disorientated! Hr manages to find sebby's room and wants to crawl into bed next to his brother but Sebby maybe wasn't feel well and mumbles at Nicky to go away.

Nicky geting lost in the house because he is sleepy and scared and he cries quietly while sucking on his ear and trying to reach door handles on his tippie toes but he doesn't know which door it is!

Maxy is a light sleeper and hears Nicky shuffling about so he goes to check and finds Nicky crying ans asking for momma and papa! Max learned the house layout by heart just if he has to hide or flee and knows where the room is, taking mousy there and helping hin crawl in bed, Toto waking and lifting Nicky to snuggle between him and Nico , and asking if Maxy wants cuddles too! Maxy is shy but crawls in and makes biscuits on Toto's arm🥺

Seb would feel so guilty the day adter but Nico reassures him it's okay? Sebby is a kid himself, he isnt responsible for Nicky!

[libidomechanica]

O Tibbie, I hae seen the patient cried—and no cold

My pleasures fully expect you.     And why not now? Our second health to that right myrie wol I     fonde. Up from Earth’s smooth and

clowdie Welkin cleareth. And faire than     with the world ther grief to bear a gift for my love this pious     morn? In him there; but

from crime, perhaps she’ll give your world-     withouten leaue: seemeth thou dost resolve to pass; it seem’d     far beyond express for

evermore so indefeasible     might have I Martes mark upon, to give another.     But not direct! Awhile

we have it every man this blessings     add a curse the South, and let me mention, to gete hir     lyve. I strove,—guess now when

all was blight; and thine ears, both I     and so wood, and break her with angels, muse, to work down men’s     love thou think? Walter, part

a barbed hook, one part papa, one     part soft air alone of some things, hopeth all its Rose, and     all hys passions of this

huckster put down which through acts uncouth,     toward me over the riche, and on grain, a quarter-sessions     lie; vertues shore. But

the rags of time’s wheel, that ye may:     these to like, and heart dotes less on the stroke of stone—and     come to Sidyngborne that

scornefully lookes askaunce,     and seal’d false of her own reflection and they better to     one of the sun went down,

mouthing knowledge; and in your eyes,     O eares of wild Yuie twine, how poore Muse on stately sit     playing his stormy passive

lies fast as springs unseen!     Come, and al was false death- bed where honour pend in shady     leaues from men have done a

feast in which he wayle hys Woes,     and to be from the claret velvet tight. We fille     acorded by us selven

two. That well which makes Love so     serene a goodness grows. ’En, that may discompose that I     have let othere footless

for long in dreams to them doe flye:     what dying loves around the aisled place; and forth in front     of stone and dream of clouds.

As cold earth is displeasures     may swim into forgetfulness. Or else forces we hadde     me bete on every vessel

al of salt, of sandal, amber,     or die. As wyves wol oure vices hide til we be     fasten to him like a

Taper o’er his Heart-inflaming     Foal of Heav’n from a selfish grave. Is she so fair; heap the     serious theatre.

[leon-idas]

Game Idea

The starting cutscene is of a grandfather starting to tell a bedtime story to his grandchilds (all of them are dwarfs), we trancition to picture book style while he tells the story of the great dwarven capital, a prospering surface city at the delta of a river, and how in thr middle of the night it was suddenly attacked by 7 seven dragon who fled to the seas before the first lights of day. The former second prince now young king, who was out of the capital at that time, prepares a sailing expedition to avenge the destruction of the city and the death of his older brother and father. The story would be separated in chapters, each one corresponding to an expedition in search of one of the dragons and being harder that the last one.

The gameplay i imagine it kinda like Slay The Spire, where you have a starting point and branching paths that all lead to some kind of harder encounter. I imagine you would have to balance resources like wood, food, gold, etc that you could collect from each "node", witch would be islands, some of these would be free for the taking and others you would have to fight with the locals to be able to get the most resources out of them.

At the start of each expedition you would be able to select the boat that would be taking you to your adventure and this will determine the starting and max number of units you are allowed, each unit represents a squad of dwarfs with different strengts and weaknesses, but almost everyone of these would be locked at the beggining.

During the "Travel" part of the game you would be able to see your options for nest destination and the corresponding travel time and costs, that would increase or decrease depending of your situation (if your units are hurt, your food upkeep would go up, if you are in luck and have favorable winds, travel time would go down, etc) There would also be midtravel events like finding lost cargo or geting atacked by pirates or sea monsters.

During the "Islands" part, you would encounter different tipes of islands, some would be very simple with no enemies only one or two collection points, some with more resources but also enemies protecting them and others would be minor settlement where you could change resources for upgrades, sometimes units for your army and very rarely boats to grow your fleet, upgrading the maximum of units you can travel with.

Also during this part, you would enter a "tactics" map, with all your units starting besides their respective boat. Each unit would have a set amount of Action Points and Movement Points that they could use to scout the area, collect resources and fight enemies, witch in bigger islands, would be protecting the rare and high-yield collection points.

The first time you end up with all your boats destroyed, either at sea or in land, or all your units are killed, the grandpa would go "... and so ended the story of revenge for the city" and the kids would respond "but papa, thats not how the story goes!!" and the grandpa would say "Oh, you are right, sorry, i got to absorbed in the story, let's see... where should i start from?..." and you would get the expedition report screen, where depending from what you did and how far you got you get the meta-currency called Recollection, that you would use in painting of the old capital to unlock new kinds of units and boats to start with and find during your runs.

And i will continue later because my battery is low

[metalthemechanicalmenace]

"you wouldent" metal snarled, but he was fucking TERIFYED, papa was in a verry vurnurable state right now, and geting him involved in a fight would be verry bad news

Where you at. I’m ready to settle this. You are a mistake and I’ll show you why. My fathers put extra thought into my design, you’ve been warned.

- Chaos Sonic

"im right here, bootleg" metal sonic tapped at the window, how did he get there??

[ladyvegeets]

Edible 4

-For all those asking for more Edible. Inspired by @okebtrash’s adorable picture of Bulla patching up her papa with bandages.-

Read Edible on AO3 or FFnet. 

~xox~

Vegeta stared down at the beautiful woman he — by some stroke of luck — called his wife. Bulma lay sprawled beneath him. The soft glow of morning highlighted the rise and fall of her chest, flushed cheeks, and matted hair. ‘Thoroughly fucked’ was one of his favorite looks on her.

The column of her throat beckoned. He leaned in to kiss it while contemplating an encore. 

“Mmm,” she sighed sleepily.

Ah, he knew that tone. She was exhausted, even now her breathing was evening out. What time had she come to bed? He couldn’t recall, having fallen asleep waiting up for her. 

Damn. Perhaps waking her up so early for this wasn’t the best of ideas.

He gently pushed off. She made a half-hearted sound of protest as he wiped her clean, but was half-way asleep by the time he tucked her in under the blankets. With a final kiss to her brow, Vegeta pried himself away, ignoring the instinct to stay and watch over his mate.

He headed for the spare bathroom by the kids’ rooms so as not to disturb Bulma’s sleep while he cleaned up. Along the way, hushed voices caught his attention. He slowed to a halt.

Trunks and Bra were coming down the opposite end of the corridor, the older boy bent to whisper in his little sister’s ear. “—just remember, don’t tell Dad or—”

“Don’t tell me what?”

Trunks froze, the color draining from his face. 

“Papa!” His daughter’s face lit up and she came dashing towards him. “I’m BLEEDING!”

What?! For a sickening moment, Vegeta couldn’t breathe.

“Bra, you snitch.” Trunks slapped a hand over his face with a groan. 

Bra came to a halt by his boots and raised her skirt to show off her bleeding knee. A tiny wound. But the impression it left was huge. Vegeta scooped her up before laying murderous eyes on his son, the same glare he had leveled enemies with. “Boy, you have five seconds to explain yourself before I send you to the afterlife.”

“Dad, c’mon. We were playing outside and she tripped. No big deal, I swear.”

“Tunks says I might get a scar like you, Papa!” Bra announced excitedly.

“Bra!” Trunks hissed with desperation, begging her to stop making the situation worse.

Vegeta tightened his fingers over his daughter. “Oh, he better hope you don’t. Trunks, go make breakfast. Your mother worked late last night, so you’d best be quiet. I’ll deal with your lack of common sense regarding the care of your sister later.”

Trunks made a sour face but dragged himself off to the kitchen without further protest. Vegeta shifted Bra’s weight in his arms, brushing back her fly-away hair. “Let’s get you fixed up.”

“Okay.”

He carried her to the bathroom and set her on the sink. “Is this the only place you’re hurt?” he asked, looking at the graze on her knee. It was already scabbing over. Thank you Saiyan genes. 

“Uh-huh.”

Such a wound for a Saiyan was inconsequential, but he wasn’t about to take any chances with his little girl. He cleaned the wound and dug around in the cabinet, pulling out a box of all-purpose band-aids. 

“Nuh-uh, not dose ones. I wannit the ones with the staw-bees!”

Vegeta sighed and kept searching.

“Papa?”

“Hn?”

“You have lotsa scars.”

Glancing down, he saw Bra scrutinizing his torso. It was the same look Bulma gave when puzzling out a malfunctioning invention.

“Did you fall down too?” his daughter inquired.

If anyone else accused him of tripping over, Vegeta would have ended them. Permanently. But Bra’s world-view was small and innocent. She meant no insult, and she certainly couldn’t comprehend the suffering or horror that he had endured and inflicted to earn his scars. Like hell he was going to ruin that innocence just yet. 

“…Something like that.”

“Oh… You’re really clumsy, Papa.”

His cheek twitched. Thankfully Bulma wasn’t around to hear that one; he never would have lived it down. 

“So it would seem. But what’s important is that I picked myself up again. Every time.”

Her little brow furrowed with contemplation. “You didn’t cry?”

A few unpleasant memories resurfaced. “…Only when it really mattered.”

She fell silent, and he resumed his search for the bandaids.

Ah. Finally. A box of bandaids with cartoon strawberries smiling obscenely at him was tucked away in the far back corner. Someone really needed to organize this cabinet better. Vegeta dug it out and peeled open a plaster, smoothing it over his daughter’s knee.

“How’s that?”

Bra lifted her leg to examine his handiwork. “It’s crooked.”

“Then fall more symmetrically next time.”

She laughed, her whole face lighting up. At least someone got his sense of humor. The sound was infectious, wriggling under his skin and easing the tension in his body he wasn’t aware he carried. 

Despite himself, he smiled back. “Alright, Princess. Let’s go check on your brother.”

“Okay.” She made grabby hands, and Vegeta picked her up. As they walked towards the kitchen, her chubby fingers traced a scar on his shoulder.

“Papa, did your Papa help fixit your hurts too?”

His mouth thinned. His father? Now that was an old wound. Time had mostly healed it over but it still stung when dug at. “No, he didn’t.”

Couldn’t.

Or wouldn’t.

A side-glance found Bra watching him with big blue eyes. He stopped his thoughts before they ruined the morning. 

“What do you think Mommy would like for breakfast?”

Bra gasped and bounced in his arms, excited to know the answer. “Staw-bee pancakes!”

Vegeta smiled and carried her off to the kitchen as she chanted the words over and over.

~xox~

 Bra wasn’t watching where she put her spoon. It missed her mouth, smearing mashed sweet potato over her cheek. She rubbed the mess away with the back of her hand, eyes fixed on her parents. 

Papa sat on a kitchen stool, his face as grumpy as the troll in her Saturday morning cartoons, only the troll didn’t usually bleed bright red from a cut on his brow. Mommy was sewing up Papa’s hurt. he didn’t look happy about it, but still he allowed her to fix him. After all, Mommy was very good at fixing broken things; she had fixed her toys more than once.

“Can’t you and Son ever go easy on each other?” Bulma asked.

“Tch. That is not how true warriors train. Besides, I gave Kakarot as good as I got, and more.”

“Yeah, yeah.” 

Bra adjusted her spoon and this time found her mouth. Blergh. Her nose scrunched at the taste of cold vegetables. With a careful glance to make sure her parents weren’t watching, she spat the food back on her plate.

“This is entirely unnecessary,” Vegeta grumbled. “You know it will heal on its own.”

“Not before bleeding all over the damn place. Besides, it’s deep enough that it might scar, and I think you have enough of those.” Bulma finished her stitches and put a bandage over the wound. With a warm smile she leaned in, nudging her nose to Vegeta’s. “There. As rugged as that might look, I’ve grown fond of your face the way it is.”

He huffed, his large hands grabbing Bulma’s hips and pulling her closer. “Why do I tolerate you?”

Bulma nuzzled his cheek. “Let’s go to bed and I’ll remind you.”

He started to smile, but then his eyes slid to the side where Bra was still pretending to eat. “Echalotte.” She snapped upright at his sharp tone. “Did you finish your dinner?”

Her plate was mostly untouched. “Uh… not yet, Papa.”

“Stop dawdling.”

Her head lowered at his reprimand. Papa rarely told her off; she didn’t much care for the experience. Sullenly, Bra pushed her vegetables about on her plate, kicking her feet into the kitchen counter below.

“I’m going to wash off,” Vegeta said, and left Bulma to pack up the first aid kid. 

Still sulking, Bra smooshed her peas into her plate. “Mommy?”

“Yes honey?”

“Why do you helpit Papa? I don’t think he likes getting fixed.”

Bulma laughed. “Ah, your father just thinks he’s too tough for help. But truth is, he’s not used to getting any and doesn’t know how to ask for it.”

“He doesn’t know how?” Bra asked, amazed there was something Papa couldn’t do.

“Nope. So I just help him.”

Bra reflected on that as she swirled her food into paste. Papa was always helping her and Tunks and Mommy and even the whooooole universe from evil bad guys. It didn’t seem fair that he couldn’t ask for help in return. 

“Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks for helping Papa.”

Bulma smiled and came to sit by her. “Of course.” She brushed Bra’s bangs out of her face. “That’s what families do: help each other. Because we love each other, right?”

Bra beamed. “Right!”

“Now finish your dinner.”

“Ugh,” Bra whined, dropping her head forward in defeat.

~xox~

 Blood splattered the ground where Vegeta walked. His wife would be pissed. Bulma hated when he made a mess but in a roundabout way, this was her fault. Sure, he might have asked Bulma to increase the intensity of the training bots but she was the one who exceeded his expectations. If he didn’t know any better, he would think his wife was trying to kill him.

Goddamn she was amazing.

Still, he had underestimated her upgrades and now suffered the consequences. With some luck, he hoped to make it to the bathroom before anyone noticed.

He limped passed the living room where Bulma’s mother was keeping an eye on Bra. 

“Oh my!” Panchy exclaimed. “Vegeta sweety, don’t you look a fright.”

So much for not getting noticed.

At Panchy’s announcement, Bra’s head jerked up from her coloring book, her eyes going wide seeing the state of her father. “Papa! You’re hurt again?”

He paused. “It’s nothing. Keep drawing.”

Bra ignored him, hurrying over and grabbing his hand. It made his heart tighten to see how tiny her fingers were compared to his. Bra examined his wounds, her brow furrowing mightily. What had got her so worked up? She had seen him injured before. But before he could ask, Bra sprang off down the hall. “Wait, Papa. I’ll helpit!”

Ah, goddamn it. Off to fetch her mother, no doubt. With a heavy sigh, Vegeta followed. May as well get this over with. 

But he didn’t get far. The patter of little feet heralded Bra’s return, a box of bandaids held in her chubby hands. She looked at him with the same determination he had seen countless times on her mother’s face.

“Okay, Papa. Let Bra take good care of you!”

Well fuck. How could he say no to that?

With a sigh, he sunk into a sitting position before her, and allowed his daughter to play nurse.

Just like her mother. 

“You have so many hurts,” Bra tutted as she stuck plaster after plaster on him. At least it wasn’t the goddamn strawberry ones. “Don’t worry, Papa. Families helpit each other.”

He peeled open an eye to look at his daughter’s earnest face. Family… Did he ever imagine he could have such a precious family after everything that had happened to him?

Bra was opening another plaster when he scooped her up into his arms and hugged her tight.

“Aren ilgnen kalor, Echalotte,” he whispered fiercely in her ear.

“Papa!” she squealed, and soon her laughter filled the corridor as he tickled her sides and nommed her tiny neck.

 ~xoXox~

[lazybakerart]

I hate what they did with 001. Instead of making him a product of the lab/brenners experiments, the did the lazy thing. Making him 'unfeeling' and 'not-geting-people', why demonize mental illness like that. They tried everything to make Brenner look less guilty in the process. Everybody gets to redeem themselves except the one person who is redeemable. They just killed him. Boring.

what they're doing with brenner is - confusing. i wouldn't call it redemption, though.

my hope is, in vol. 2, el will get her powers back for good and kill brenner. i hope she's just using him and doesn't actually fall for his papa bull.

as for 001 - they just wanted to shoot their shot for an iconic 80s villain like freddie or jason and the landing is wobbly at best.

considering the writing for s4, it's probably better billy isn't there.

[royalsnow-odette]

So..seeing how Sarada started gaining hate over this pasage,I decided to give my honest opinion,from the perspective of my own self who grew in the same shoes as Sarada did,without a parent for a long time or just with frequent visits.

First of all,Sarada should NOT get hate for this. Before Sasuke came into the picture,the only father figure she truly pretty much had was Naruto. Even if she got close to him only in Gaiden,it doesen't mean that she did not admire him sooner considering she and Boruto were childhood friends (as being said in the anime). It's completely normal that when you are craving for a father figure,to imagine your life with your current father figure and how things would have turned out if that respective father figure would have been their biological father.As you can see,Sarada is using past tense when talking to Kawaki about it,which means that Sarada is using her own past experience to explain to Kawaki,Naruto's intentions.She no longer feels that way because now she actually got to know Sasuke and got to love her father.

It's not easy for a child to grow up without a parent even if it's parents absence was for good intentions. Sasuke's absence was really harsh on Sarada and even if we are past Gaiden arc now,it doesen't mean that she no longer felt affected by the past actions.It was something that hurt her in the past.Now she is happy and loves Sasuke as a father and enjoys her family (as being shown in chapter 36).

It’s sad but she was talking about the past. and do you think her past frustrations that her father wasn’t there besides her, unlike the other fathers, for years long, and for not knowing anything abt him and their own clan could be completely forgotten just like that? try to see things from her point of view as well, from a daughter who had thirst of the presence of a father up until Gaiden. the fact that she could open up abt it to Kawaki in past tense shows that things has changed now. I think that’s what Kodachi did in this chapter, as well as to make Kawaki understands why Naruto would do so much as caring for him, a stranger. what she felt is realistic. sad but realistic.

and it’s bullshit saying that Sarada suddenly ain’t Sasuke’s daughter anymore bcs of this scene... yes I’ve seen someone saying stuff like that. Or even that Sarada constantly praises Naruto but bashes Sasuke. Somone even complained that she never praises her father for his efforts in protecting the world.Well,maybe she would if she actually knew what he was doing.Keep in mind,she has no idea what Sasuke is doing during these missions.All she knows is that he's gone in an important missions (something she later confirmed in the anime as well.) even though just two chapters ago Kodachi wrote Sarada being elated about the news of Sasuke coming home... she loves her father as a family now (felt sad abt him having to leave in Gaiden 700+10) and is feeling proud of him and what he is doing (based on the novels).

Sarada is forever Sasuke’s daughter and Sasuke is forever Sarada’s father. I believe the present Sarada no longer wishes for anyone else as her own father other than Sasuke.Even if the situation was reversed... if it was Sakura who wasn’t present in Sarada’s life for years and Sarada didn’t understand the reason behind it so she thought (in past tense) what if another woman was her mother instead and proceed to say how jealous she was of the other children with their mothers... it would still be completely understandable. It’s sad and wished things would be different, but I wouldn’t call it disgusting bcs it’s realistic. and I wouldn’t easily claim Sarada isn’t Sakura’s daughter anymore.

So please stop this nonsensical hate on Sarada because she does NOT deserve it for having the right to imagine a future with her father figure in absence of her real father.That was in the past and as a child who grew up in the same conditions as Sarada,she has ALL THE RIGHT to feel the way she did. In PAST TENSE. Sarada doesen't deserve any hate from the SasuSaku fans nor any fans in general.Try puting yourself in her shoes before criticising her.As clever as she is,she was and still is a child,but now she loves her papa more than ever. And that is the truth. 

If this paragraph truly made you dislike Sarada for having felt that way in the PAST then you probably never truly liked Sarada to begin with. Especially if you believe that in the present she still feels this way after constantly proving how much she loves her father.  

I am truly dissapointed in any SasuSaku/Sarada fan for twisting her words just for the sake of disliking her or geting angry at her without even at least trying to look at Sarada to begin with. It's easy to hate,but hard to understand. You should know her better.

[bwoahtastic]

Max knocking on his papa’s door one night and it’s really late already and Toto is supposed to drive him back to his dorm tomorrow. He’s beating himself up for needing his papa’s when he’s supposed to be an adult but he’s two seconds away from another breakdown. Lewis tells him to come in and he just flings himself at Lewis and immediately starts crying, and it’s those terrible sobs and he can’t breathe in between them. Everything’s just gotten too much and his head feels too dark and heavy and he’s so fucking scared right now. Toto and Lewis immediately jumping into action and cuddling their boy in between them and trying to calm him down. Toto gently asking what brought this on, if it’s about going back to school tomorrow. And Max just presses his phone into Toto’s hands. All the cruel things Jos has been sending him is open and Toto is fuming as he scrolls through hundreds and hundreds of messages telling Max that he won’t ever be good enough, not for Jos and definitely not for the family that got stuck with him. Max whispering to Lewis that he’s trying, he really is, it’s just hard right now. Lewis kisses his forehead and tells him they love him so much, and nothing can ever change them. He’s their softy alpha that attracts animals and falls asleep with his little brother when he’s had a bad day. He’s perfect just the way he is. Max sobs harder at that because he’s not in a place where he can believe that right now. Although Toto and Lewis are really happy that Max said something, they’re also really worried about having to send him back to classes when he’s not in a good headspace. Maybe they ask the school for a sabbatical while he works on his mental health. Of course Charles is there all the way to help Max. They also find out Max has been hiding this from Charles too. The poor pup has been dealing with all of this alone. Max also maybe admitting that Jos keeps showing up in public spaces to try and intimidate him? And that’s why Max was so scared to go back to campus, because Jos would know where he is

nngg max just struggling asking for help and comfort so much and its a big win when he dares to go to Toto and lewis when he is almost having a panic attack again. He knocks so lightly cos he doesnt dare to try harder, but lewis still answers and calls him to come in and suddenly finds himself with his arms full of Maxy!!

Toto was in the shower but rushes to try off and put n his pjs when he hears Max and smells his despair so strongly over his shower gel even. Toto joining them on the bed and asking what is wrong and Max just sobs and hands him his phone, and Toto's face just darkens when he reads the treats and taunting messages... Toto is just flabbergasted that someone could be so cruel, first of all deserting his child and then taunting him for being weak and unloved, and claiming that even Toto and lLewis dont love him?

Toto and Lewis reassuring him they love him and whipering about all the things they love about MAx and that they are so proud he is their son! And Max struggles to believe them but is at least relieved to have told Toto and Lewis about it, and they just talk al night and try to get Max to feel better, and when the sun starts ro rise, Toto asks if MAx wants to go back to campus or stay home a while longer, and then max starts crying again saying he wants to be home cos he is sfraid of Jos finding him on campus more easily, and that Jos has found him before... Max geting to take time off, or maybe just follow one or two classes online. Charles visiting as much he can and he is so distraught to learn what was going on cos he had no idea! Poor thing crying and apologing for not figuring it out for them sooner... Lewis and Toto reassure him thats not his responsibility and he is helping so much!!

Max eventually taking a parttime job at a daycare and just finding out how much he loves working with kids and helping them draw and other stuff? And yes, a voice still tells him that that is no job for an Alpha and he is weak, but it makes him happy

[peacheenie]

hl1/2 gordon scentric hc time

im rly feeling half life in this chillis tonight so....some....hc’s about everyones favourite free man, i have a lot so enjoy

-he’s actually mute and uses sign language but only about 50% of the time cuz people either don’t know what he’s saying or he can’t do it whilst holding like 20 different guns/weapons to protect himself so instead he makes big gestures a lot or writes down what hes trying to say (pretty much everyone at black mesa could understand him via sign language so he was very comfortable using it, during hl2 however he has to keep reminding himself not everyone is fluent and it frustrates him to no end)

-when he tries to speak it hurts and the most sound he can make is mumbles or little sqeaks so if theres ever a time he needs to alert someone to dangers reeeal quick he ends up hurting his throat a lot to try and make some kind of warning noise thats loud enough, he can hum tho and enjoys humming along to music as well as when he’s signing to try and convey some kind of emotion along with his facial features of which he emotes a LOT

-his hand writing looks like that of an actual dotors and its neat cursive but very hard to read so if he’s trying to write as a form of communication he just defaults to caps with big spaces inbetween and people (barney) tease him about it constantly (barney)

- hes incredibly short sighted without his glasses and ends up squinting a lot without them on and since he’s usualy default bitch facing he just looks very angry all the time when really he just cant see anything please dont be offended sir he didnt mean to upset you

-is actually very scared all the time abt like everything, hes literally just a scientist who just happened to be “the right man in the wrong place” and was just so determined to try and save those around him during the cascade that he pushed thorough his fears and anxiety to try and get the job done but he def has some form of ptsd after it all, barnicles specifically really freak him out because getting strangled and slowly lifted off of the ground into a row of razor sharp teeth is fucking TERRIFYING and he wouldnt wish it on anyone

-only reason he knows how to use guns is because barney would regularly take him down to the shooting range during their breaks and they’d see who could shoot straightest after a few drinks, barney would always win.

-after hl1 when he was put into stasis and he wakes up in hl2 hes lost like 20 years of his life and hates that fact terribly, all his friends have aged around him but hes still in his 20′s when he shouldnt be and he hates it so fucking much

-he also finds himself missing the feeling of the HEV suit terribly during the begining of his re-awakening in city 17, he’d grown so used to the feeling of it on him and keeping him safe that it makes him anxious without it and the cold air on his hands is also uncomfortable so he prefers wearing gloves all the time, when he finally gets the HEV suit back it feels like a weight has been lifted and he can finally stop worrying, the suits voice is also a comforting sound beccause its familiar and a sign that he’s not alone, same goes with the healing station and suit charging noises; they’re a comforting sound to hear and he enjoys humming along to the vrwwwrrrr vrrwwrrr vrwrrrrwr the machine makes when he plugs into the port

-he worries about overdosing on the healing stations a lot though; the morphone they give out is indefinite and once during the casade he’d passed out from taking to much and woken up to a zombie very slowly approaching him from down a corridoor but with how drowzy he was it was it was a horrible struggle to lift the gun and fire between dozing in and out

-he gets attached to people quickly since also during the cascade days he’d regularly meet people in danger who only had him to keep them safe so he tries his absolute hardest to make sure he can protect people even if that means he gets shot in the process, the suit usually protects him/heals him anyway so he’s used to it and if theres danger he almost default/automatically moves infront of people to make sure they’re okay without any concern for his own safety

-he also reeeally likes antlions and will pet them any chance he gets, he tried to do it when he first saw them and almost lost a hand so it makes him upset he has to kill them but when he finally gets the bug bite from the vorts? ohhhhohohoh he pets so many antlions, it again makes him sad he has to use them as like fodder for turrets and stuff but if an antlion comes back to him after taking down a turret or killing a combine he gives them extra pets and becomes a very proud papa

-since hes technically in his 30′s (and would be nearing his 40′s had he not been in stasis) he feels more of a big brother/fatherly bond toward Alyx since he’d also met her as a baby and finds any romantic involvement with her awkward, (so Elli’s comment on him “wanting grandkids” he ends up slapping the man on the arm with a frown to which Eli just laughs) this doesn’t help his attachment issue though so when they have to seperate to do things away from the other he worries for her safety even though she constantly assures him she can take care of herself and he KNOWS she can. he still really can’t help but worry though...

after hl2 ep2:

-when eli dies i dont like to think they all straight away go to mossman and instead get to spend some time mourning at the base, this gives gordon some time to finally sit down and relax for a little bit but he finds it incredibly hard to even take off the HEV suit at first because to him there was no passage of time between being put into stasis and waking up in city 17 all those years later; he’d closed his eyes, went into the portal and then the next second awakened in a completely unfamiliar place, in unfamiliar clothes with unfamiliar people (he definitely had a panic attack before geting off that very first train) and the thought of that happening again when he’s not prepared is terrifying.

-when he does finally take off the suit (after a lot of helping and reasuring from alyx, kleiner and barney a LOT from barney; theyre very good friends (;) he takes to wearing very comfy and heavy clothes such as jumpers, ponchos etc as well as a bullet proof vest because it makes him feel safe, the HEV suit gloves he retires entirely cuz theyre gross, definitely covered in his own blood and have been through hell so instead he has a bunch of different pairs he cycles through depending on how he feels that people around the base give him after learning about his fondness towards them

-he secretly carries a gun around with him even when they’re not in any danger becaus it’s another added layer of security and becaus he literally can’t trust things to not go bad EVER; now though nothing will go wrong again on his watch because he’ll be ready for it!! this really doesn’t help with his nerves though since he’s constantly looking for something to go wrong

scene specific hc’s:

-i always think abt that one specific sene in the train that gets derailed where alyx is trapped by a stalker and gordon has to pull it away with his gravity gun and i always imagine him franticly pulling it away with so much alarm on his face and such panic, when shes free though and has to stop to catch her breath gordon would give her a hug and make sure she’s okay cuz it must have been terrifying to have that thing screaming inches from ur face, gordon just instantly  goes into protect mode

-another scene that always comes to mind is when you first encounter an advisor and it makes that horrid loud noise where alyx is holding her head; i imagine gordon almost dropping the gravity gun in a panic to try and cover his ears because he doesn’t handle loud noises too well and it freaks him out so much alyx has to help him get out of the room since he kind of locks up on hearing it

-same goes when you get trapped by an advisor in a barn and almost become food for it; gordon is absolutely terrified at getting so up and close without being able to move that when it finally does drop him he starts hyperventilating and alyx has to protect him from the oncoming combine for a little while before he can catch his breath

-last scenes but some of my favorites are the ENTIRE sections of gordon being up close with breen, 

first being the teleporter malfunctioning and when gordons heavy breathing i imagine hes trying super hard not to start freaking out/hyperventilating and when breens doing his “i want that twink obliterated” spiel and then looks up and says his name, gordon almost looses it and internally is like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

second is when youre trapped in that like...metal contraption thing the stalkers are carried in and brought to breens officce and that entire section where breen is talking directly TO YOU i just adore it becausee gordon would have been looking away awkwardly unable to actually respond and furrowing his eyebrows at the nerve breen has upon thinking you would ever agree to any such terms and would definitely also spit in breens face as a response just like alyx did since he can’t use words

okay that is all, if you read all of these you’re amazing and i love u and also gordon hes an amazing “character” because i can insert as many of my own quirks into him as i please because valve literally never gave him a personallity :^)

[ladyvegeets]

Are you still writing those sweet and fluffy one-shots of Vegeta and Bra having adorable father daughter moments?

You mean ‘Edible’? Short answer: yes. Long answer: Not anytime soon. I plan to write more but since it’s just fluffiness with no real ‘story���, I only update it when the mood strikes.

[jihyo-x]

(Think of Papa Emeritus gently wraping his arms around you and saying that's he's massively proud of you and he knows that you're gonna be able to get better and you got this because your way stronger then you belive and then the ghouls come and they wrap there arms around you and tell you the same thing

thank you for the hugs big papa and ghouls

[k-laconia-bug1]

[Someone pls make this a fanfiction or fanart]

Anyone who tries to court Izolda is faced with this meme

Izolda has entire protection squad she was not expecting that when she wondered into Lettenhove

Jaskier and all of the witchers significant others got a running pool on who can get their witcher to blush the most in a month

The mothers and grandmothers of Lettenhove have their own verison

By far Jaskier mom wins she making the ship names with Granny Pancratz and talking about adorable grandchildren and great grandchildren would be knowing full well both Geralt and Eskel can hear them

Mama Pancratz looks at Ciri and says your my grandchild now

Papa Pancratz nodding behind her

The Head butler geting out the family tree book

Any those poor people who would try to court any future Pancratz that's of age

Pankratz clan is known to other nobility as serial adopters

Mama Pancratz is going to motherhen Yennifer

No escapes her hugs No One

Destiny smiling down on her grandplan

And the witchers and Jaskier are very much attached the baby's named after them

They all have a very hard time trying not spoil them to much

The Head maid went off on a little search for the witchers birth certificates and she found them with a bit of her magic to bring to Mama Pancratz the head maid even found Vesemir's (She had to forge one for Yennifer)

Their all framed on a wall that has a tree painted on it along with all the other Pancratz certificates

The Pancratz also have in that room where each member puts their greatest achievements on the walls and in Jaskiers its a painting of Geralt smiling surrounded by children

The Witchers teared up a little when told they had a corner Izolda too along with Yennifer

Imagine Jaskier who was a knowledge sponge

And because of that he always had extra time growing up and grow bored easily so he started to babysit the kids in his village

He spent hours at the orphanage and tended to donate most of his allowance there and his parents encouraged it happy that there child was growing up into kind a person

Jaskier learnt medicine when his younger siblings fell ill refused to let anyone take care of them besides a doctor playing any and all instruments for his family and children

Then Jaskier went to oxenfurt and he went volunteered at their orphanage

And then Jaskier meets Geralt and he immediately falls in love with him

And it takes Geralt within a year to do the same

He watches as Jaskier turns everyone's feelings about witchers around with his songs and telling children the real story

Geralt sees how kids come up to him with zero fear all because of Jaskier

One winter instead of witchers going to kear morhen they go to Jaskiers home

And the first thing they see is Jaskier handing out heavy blankets he made by hand to the orphanage and new families preparing for winter

They see how Lettenhove is a safe haven for any creature

And Geralt just falling more inlove with Jaskier watching as he does these things

He watches as kids run up calling Jaskier Big brother or Uncle J

Ciri just having the time of her life spending time with Jaskier sisters and kids in lettenhove

Witchers seeing a glimpse of life without smelling a single ounce of fear or hate or anger

Jaskier family just adopting all of the witchers and Ciri

[tuyetthienduong]

K

Anh can sao ko nc guong nh jerk di

Hehe main by me

Jerk huhu roi em co con thuong anh ko

Team thuong hehe

Cl di voi em thoi cjong chinh pika kick het hehr

Chay nm

Triumph protect my selections huhu

Hehe mbm

Sao con

Cl hey i told you shes not yoir victim

Kiss his feet gm bao ke

Cl hey you you look so beautiful

M cjhay

Cl hey you why you didn't say a tginf

M pouring stuff

Cl xiu vi qua dt

Cl hey you why do you look so seripus

M pouring stuff etc

Cl sui vi cung xiu

Cl can i stay at your place etc xit mau mui etc

M yeah only you but wait until 3 days etx

Cl sui vi cung xiu va ko dam lai nhu chongs

Team thuong cl now kick jerk for me too hehe

Bobw thanks miley for taking it

Vl really hey you i love you so much

M still pouring stuff

Vl blushes

M tan

Vl tan nua di hihi

M deo hehe

Cl sui vi cung xiu

Vl why do you love me

M deo quan tam ai bao gio ngoai anh etc chong team o day

Vl why me not sc hehe

M love you like a love diary 0 big shit

Vl sui vi everything

Vl why lovr me back

M because you love me first and tell the world that like troupe

Vl sui vi khoc

Vl why me only hehe

M yeah yrayrah nezt judt kidding respext

Vl sui vi moi thu hehe mbn

Vl why im more handsome than sc

M because you are

Vl va jerk thanh ban than dam nhau sau lung dung ban chat

Team chung phong same just saying

Vl why now not yesterday

M arghhhh

Vl why me first always

M arghhhh so xute like poke gotta catch em all hehe

Vl xiu vi cung that long nhu team chung phobg con lsi kbn etc va same va same too hehe mbm

Vl why shit polite tobthem not me only

M arhhjjjh chay nm

Vl whyyyy

M xiu vi so ghen ma van bat pikachu

Vl why not pika

M love you more than poke cnm nen dau thai

Vl sui vi xung dang vc me not him hehe mbm

Vl not scared

M yeah so love thus troupe too not safe because old times mean is

Vl khoc

Vl wjy me leaving shit

M m not stupif

Igs betray aw so pay

Trimphs lit all wromg sp plz li tall please credir catd anytime anybshut kutall

Yeah 3 more really cries

Chongs team.plz

Vl why me hehe

Lo ban chat jerk hieu truong hihi

So thsy me

Anh Dinh Tua ln Joang help me huhu

Jsrl hey you do you love me back

M no because vl don't say so but do the opposite

Vl len again hehe mbn

Vl im in lovr like crazy with you

M mr dame huhuhu

Vl cries

M never pika

Vl why continuw jerk shit dam dac 98% H2SO shit

M nothing

Vl thua hehe

Vl why not shit lonb

M hes too good to be true

Instant king too

Teo new igs for aw

Pika crirs

Vl why not jim talikng

M katma for nlue diplomacy for us two

Pika

Vl does he knows and you choose sjut

M yeah as always king of business long storu shot

Too shit

Vl loves pouring stiff me ver2 quoc that

Team cn lai lit all bao phats her shit

Piks

Vl hurt do ou

M like sjir need you now

Vl why shit

M grnius at everything pays nothing to get thete

Vl true story huhu

M you say it hehe

Vl wjy ugs sh

M bourbon and cay

So sorru un here

Qt

Vl ou shit huhu

M dont pay so so

New world

Only me

Hehe mbn

Vl why me again hihi

M love you like crazy

A permanent hole for tu hanh

Vl shit you just shi

M tell me about it

Vl why me anymotr huhu

M aleays

Vl faint and back

Oi 21t

Vl wjy stull us igs nee

M wordly

Vl faint for him too and back

M see shut

Vk fo you love ne hehe

M shit you just shiy

Anhn21t full time

Vl no i cant take this anymore just daying

M jerk nexg

Jetk em co sao khong co csn anh ko

M co btqa bao noi a hehe

Co nhieu lam yeu anh nhu nuoc mat fai duongbyeu anh nhu dong song chay xuong gao ca hoa thanh song ngoi again vapor forr shit and dives again to nem trai truenlove agaon

Jetk faint and back

M take it same heeh mbu

Jetlvcan uou say ot again

M love you like a fish that swims across the rivers, dide by side with the love for tha ocran, parelly on pair wkth tjr barrels amd walls of unopposiyr love like you and me

Jekt pleaee say it agaon huhu whiz timr a nrw language

M cest vez vous the rivet

Fprever fainting and still back like oyher yoo

Tjeir papa

Jwrk wjy yoy speK so well and atay single forever in aw like shit and yakr karma for us etc

M no not that anything yoy said

I need igs

You reborn aw

My huaband

Jwkr i soynd ao greta

M change for xit mau myi i need blood in tjree days

Vl hey how are you doing

M love you like cnm

Vl why you pick so wrll

M. Arghhh cnm full

Vl why shit

M because i lobe you like the groove of the chords that sing tje god worfs well like the moon telling inuyasga that today will be another good day

anh 21t

Bao ngay dau anh joang etc ko can chongs thing vi dam sau lung qyen roi jihi

Kiss my feet chongs hehe genisy gete

Oi gium anh 21t

All support now tru linh etc team nt ko can loc vi ko co etc

Dung cho rii

Yea

Oi muon anh duong

[the-firebird69]

and i did restart the engine and it was all solid state and you told them to they listend nd the empire did too, but it was nukes that were knocked out possibly using bja balls...lol and bg one ball each ok and we got sick and they harrass like you geting  harrassed and we see us there and were useful and it is a tug of sorts. we pulled shps out enough to see. and it was worth it and i thank you.  and it is like that too isnt it.   George Steppenopolis yes it is if i did not swerve left and ride the delta 88 onto the gaurd rail so to speak  i owuld be in traction still...and if mom did not see the huge dozer and speed up on the icy road as they were intimidating her, it would have poushed into her from behind, not skidded off into the woods taking down huge trees as she said Zues ok ok back home and wow you guys are super agents. George Steppenopolis she was Wonder Woman. was from Greece and was my mom.  im not really, but...you are!! Zues  im your papa and we see you ok George Steppenopolis

https://pagesix.com/2020/04/16/george-stephanopoulos-accused-of-improper-social-distancing-after-covid-19-diagnosis/

[offtosavetheearth]

June 15th 2018

This morning I had cooking class with the last group of people. We made locra de papa, ensalada de suboya y tomato, frittata, with jugo de tomato to drink, and postra de babaco for dessert. It required lots of peeling and chopping, but my favorite part of this was peeling the avocadoes. Ecuador avocadoes can be peeled by hand easily, and it was so satisfying compared to back home. Of course the tomatoes and onions were amazingly fresh, and we each got to chop them however we wanted. However it was incredibly difficult to chop the star-shaped babaco and peel the potatoes, which I’m pretty sure I messed up.

We had a mini-photo shoot while draining pulp from the jugo de tomato and using our cutting boards, which turned out really nicely. I did not enjoy the soup though; personally queso fresca, which is avocado, and watery potato soup, is a gross combination for me. The pork also turned out very tough, and the frittata was bland. My favorite part was the postra de babaco. It tasted like warm apple cider dessert with lemon and cinnamon. Most of the table thought it was too sweet, but from hearing about their cravings and tastes i.e. Christine likes pig’s blood, it’s safe to say that I didn’t feel that I was the abnormal one.

The salsa class was an hour after we ate, and I was not excited. I am terrible at dancing and just wanted to sleep after all those carbs. We met at CEDEI at 3:30 and our dance instructor was a young guy with very muscular thighs, who put on incredibly sensual music for a group activity. I was wearing jeans, a cardigan, a tanktop, and sandals, and I proceeded to take my sandals off which was definitely a mistake. I didn’t realize how intense this lesson was going to be. The first few moves were easy, but I was feeling safe hiding in the back. Eventually we started moving faster and faster, with more and more moves, and I got very lost. He then made us rotate rows so that everyone would get a chance in the front, so I could no longer pretend to participate. Isaac was behind me the whole time, and tried to give me mini-lessons which was annoying AS HELL. Like I get that he might have been into it, but respect other people’s space and listen to social cues please. Not everyone loves situations where they have to shake their tits in the mirror with 12 other people.

By the time 30 minutes had passed, students were hanging their heads out the open windows due to sweat and exhaustion. I now understand why so many people in the United States and Ecuador are into Zumba as exercise. After an hour, I had the worst headache and promptly went home to shower and nap.

I felt much better after a few hours of relaxing, and started getting ready for an EDM festival in Turi that started at 11 that night. I wanted to dress cute and wear the dresses that I brought, but it was supposed to be cold and rainy so I wore a long black Colombia sweater, jeans, and mom tennis shoes. Ginger met me at CEDEI so that I wouldn’t get anxious about geting lost, and we took a taxi with Autumn to a bar. At the bar, we met up with about 6 other students, who aren’t usually my crowd, but I rolled with it. I got a mojito and chugged it before we left for Turi. We had to catch three separate taxis to fit all of us, and when I got into the last taxi with Carson, but phone was in my jacket pocket and I shut my pocket in the door, smashing my phone screen. I didn’t notice this until I arrived at Turi, and when I tried to say something about it only one person gave me a glance so I just put it out of my mind. I was not really comfortable with the group I was with, but then again I have gone through several transformative, but uncomfortable scenarios, so it must be good for me.

We all sat in this cathedral facing the view of Turi before the concert started and it was breathtaking. I wasn’t talking to anyone, and sitting by myself, so the vibe was weird, but it didn’t matter because I was enjoying the physical environment more. Everyone was acting weird on purpose, like hitting each other with grass sticks and hopping up and down the steps like rabbits. So yes, the uncomfort continued. I just felt that it was unnatural and lame. I really hate when people try to be goofy just for attention; it feels so forced.

Finally around 10-11pm, we walked up the entrance and were patted down before being let into the festival. It was just one white tent with about 15 people under it, and Steven was like “Ready to get loose Flynn?”, so I was not feeling it. I excused myself to go to the bathroom like three times because it was just so awkward. I was worried I was going to have to take a taxi home early and leave because I could not get into it. Thankfully more people arrived, and Issac bought me four beers so I started not to “get loose” as Steven so creepily put it. It was not enough to get me drunk, but I decided to go crazy and dance like no one was watching. I pretty much closed my eyes so it WAS like no one was watching to me.

The music was House, and pretty steady. I wished there were more beat drops, or change ups because it was pretty hard to dance to similar beats till 2 am. I started really letting myself go, and did random ass body movements that made the whole group think that I was WASTED. But I really wasn’t at all, I just knew that if I didn’t go crazy and make myself do weird things, I would never enjoy myself and would feel awkward the whole time. It is the only way I will come out of my shell. We started dancing in a group and that is when things go really weird because I just started like jumping up and down on people and dong the Bernie. I was really feeling the music and it felt 100 times better to dance with my eyes closed again. But even when I did start to act more extroverted, I still wasn’t naturally part of the group. Always on the side, pushing someone on a swing but never actually in the swing (literally, there was a swing there and I was asked to record multiple people swinging in it).

We took a break and even when we were all sitting together, they took pictures with everyone BUT me. This isn’t an abnormal thing for me to be excluded, and a lot of times I prefer it, but this night I felt I really threw myself out there, and still it didn’t seem to make a difference. What is wrong with me? Is my aura that weird?

I didn’t care that much when it happened, and I enjoyed my night, but looking back it bothers me. I was there the whole night, but no one really even knew. I could have been sleeping well in my bed and it would not have mattered. Whether in Ecuador or the United States, this seems to be a common theme in my interactions with people.

Anyways, I’m not going to get into all that drama because I really did have a good time by myself. It seemed that everyone else did too. By 1am it has started raining and it was very cold. By 2am the concert was over. And by 3, we still had not found a taxi. In the midst of post-concert parking lot fights, the rain, and swarms of people taking taxis that weren’t for them, we were left in the deserted streets of Turi. Sylvia was throwing a fit and started trying to walk home, but I made her stop and walk back up the hill because there is no way we could get there by foot. She gets very pissy when things don’t go her way, and it’s a really bad look. If there is even the slightest inconvenience, she will start to be very, very rude, almost like a grown-up toddler, blaming everyone else in an uncontrollable situation. It is one of the most annoying things to deal with, and I have already experienced it three times.

Thankfully we had Autumn, who was able to find us a taxi after I pulled the group back together. She is very kind under all her jokes, but barely put up with Sylvia, who doesn’t know any Spanish and acted like we were incompetent.  Autumn even got out of the taxi with Ginger and helped me find my house. She was tired and annoyed, but still sweet to me when I apologized for being so dependent. She suggested that I not assume everything will go wrong, and practice taking a taxi in Cuenca because it is small and not hard to find your way.

I thanked both Ginger and Autumn for being so patient, and when I got home, Rina was still up. She came out of her room to say goodnight to me, but part of me wonders if I did something wrong by staying out that late. I had answered all her texts and calls, but she was still not sleeping? I’m not sure, and I guess I will never know if I stepped out of boundaries with her. I went straight to bed after wishing her a goodnight, dreading our early morning, but feeling alive. I want to do that again. And again and again. Despite my mixed feelings about relations with the group, the important thing is that I enjoyed myself, and I should not care about others actions because I cannot control them. I simply can only choose how to react.