#realizing i’m a failure lmao

[mapsareforbraindeads]

idk the pre birthday dread is seeping in. i cannot enjoy the celebrations

[daydreaming-jessi]

Every time I see someone earnestly saying ‘pro/anti shipping’ I cringe away. I just know they care way too much about online nonsense

[apathyfairy]

life is so fucked up because everyone wants you to be someone at 17 and have your life figured out by the time you graduate high school at 18 but let me tell you!!!! only now in my late 20s am i finally starting to understand who i am as a person and what i want from life!!!! society literally dooms us by telling us that if you don’t have your shit together by 25 you might as well give up but they’re wrong!!!! 20 and 30 really are still so young!!! you have to grow and learn and that all takes time it doesn’t happen in your teens!!!!

[stephiecarcar]

Yikes

[lovebvni]

my brothers in christ

you NEVER fail shifting to your dr, your waiting room, or whenever you wanna go!

you succeed every time. the 3d is js laggy sometimes. like how you know you made an achievement in a game, it saves, then it crashes, you gotta reopen it.

it’s there, lmao. there is no such thing as failure. i’m just realizing this and it’s insane.

FAILURE ISNT REAL!!!

[velvetvexations]

I’m. So baffled by that one dude saying that trans men being able to pretend to be women is a privilege, because in his tags he says that it’s a thing specific to transmascs. Does he mean pretending to be cis as a means of safety is a transmasc specific thing?? Because uh, I’m… pretty sure that’s something that can be done regardless of a trans person’s gender? There are transfems and nonbinary people who can also pretend to be cis [whatever their agab was], too?

Its also not a privilege. Having to hide what you are out of fear isn’t a fucking privilege lmao

strangely people understand that when it's about trans women

just saw a post on my dash saying "'infighting' is a dogwhistle which frames transfems as aggressors". i really hope the tide is turning like you said, bc this shit is getting exhausting and im still seeing it from random people i follow who otherwise gave no indication that they drank the koolaid.

they make me out to be the aggressor all the time!

Nazi imagery anon here

These are the pics I was referring to.

As you can see it’s posted on the verified border security account and you can see two different nazi symbols on him :(

yeah it looks like standards for what they allow soldiers to adorn themselves with are low and the person taking and posting the pics aren't paying good enough attention because that guy also straight up has a naked anime bitch on his knife sheath

as I said this is an individual thing and they need to start knocking their heads together like the Three Stooges and sending them into trenches first

You know who saying that th**fab is actually a storied term that trans fems have been using to identify transmisogonists is fucking insane like girl that's such obvious lie give us nothing

they aren't even trying

It’s crazy how almost every other day on this site I see a new post with like 50k notes talking about how absolutely NOBODY deserves to be harassed, sent death threats or be put on blast yet once again I’m seeing people trying to justify the harassment of another transmasc teenager. Honestly people should just start openly admitting Tumblr is becoming increasingly hostile towards trans masculine individuals, I don’t see clownery on this level on any other platform-

Tumblr...is really bad.

I think the reason why this whole headcanons discourse bothers me so much is that is really is just fuelled by petty spite. Like all these characters are cisgender in canon. We make headcanons because it’s FUN to expand on characters in ways that reflect our different life experiences in whatever form that may take. Intentionally going after transmascs, especially young transmascs, for doing this with characters like they like and accusing them of all these different things genuinely does just feel like bigotry. Who cares if a head canon may not make the most amount of sense? It’s a cisgender fictional character we’re playing around with! Why does it have to be some grand act of activism to say blorbo number 3 is transmasc? We have much bigger fish to fry here.

exactly it's such dedication to not letting anyone else have anything

So sick of people acting like trans men are the same as cis men under the patriarchy and moreso im really sick of the "you're privileged to not be surrounded by men". Like, for lack of better phrasing, saying that about a group of people that is generally perceived as "failure women" pre transition (and sometimes during and post) is a little tone deaf. All about acknowledging how women and people perceived as women are harmed by misogyny until the ones perceived are men. Gender essentialism is ugly and tasteless and nonsensical. Please feel free to delete this im just rambling without a point

rambling is okay anon <3

„wow ur so privileged to not fear men”

i fear the fucking everyone asshole, i just realized that isnt everyone elses fault so i should still treat them with respect !!!!!

that woman called me a "self-hating doll" and I hate the second part a lot more than the first

[queenpiranhadon]

A/N: You all voted on this poll, and this poll, and this poll and after a LOT of voting ((again) again) , I wrote this for all of you :D Thank you to my first not irl moot, Bee (@swans-chirping-in-the-distance) for beta reading this ily girl 😭 Here's my masterlist!

Warning(s): Enemies to lovers trope, mentions of anxiety, night thoughts (iykyk), reader wants to strangle Sirius lmao, maybe some inaccuracies idk man, reader is a Ravenclaw, reader is in the year below Sirius, reader is a bookworm, reader gets stressed apt academics - don't even try to call people like that nerds, anxiety for this sorta stuff is really serious, reader snaps at Sirius, reader’s nicknames are sweetheart, love and angel, slowburn kinda- they're just figuring stuff out, reader is GN but written with f!reader in mind.

Pairing: Sirius Black x GN!Ravenclaw!Reader

•─────•°•❀•°•──── ʜᴀᴛᴇ ─────•°•☁︎•°•─────•

The halls were quiet. 

 Too quiet.  

And you knew that, but it didn’t stop you from traversing the halls of Hogwarts, relishing in the darkness that enveloped the halls, and ultimately concealing you from any prying eyes.  

Stars twinkled through the windows that cast soft rays on moonlight onto the empty halls of Hogwarts, you should’ve felt at ease. 

But you didn’t. 

Technically, you shouldn’t be awake right now, and technically, you shouldn’t be in the halls right now, either, given the strict curfew Hogwarts has on its students. 

Didn’t stop you from leaving though. 

You had just finished a big essay for Herbology, and your anxiety had gotten the best of you, creating the twisting feeling in your gut, the one of failure, your subconscious whispering false notions and spiraling into possible timelines of being forced to work as Filch’s assistant because you failed to pass your exams, and- 

Needless to say, you needed to clear your head.  

Which is why you snuck out of Ravenclaw Tower, and why you were walking through the halls of Hogwarts. 

And why you now found yourself hiding behind one of the almost intimidating, looming pillars in the hall, footsteps resounding through the hallways.  

Your heart pounds - you would for sure be screwed if you were caught. Your mind races, thinking of countless possible ways your life would be ruined if whoever was there found you.  

Your body feels like it’s on fire, buzzing with the urge to run and hide, back into the safety of your sheets; better to give yourself to the torment of your thoughts than be caught in a place you weren’t supposed to.  

You curse mentally to yourself, until a husky masculine voice snaps you out of your mental tirade of self-abuse. 

“You can come out, sweetheart; I won’t bite. I’m supposed to be here as much as you are.” the male says smoothly. He had voice of a man who thrived off his confidence.  

Your body physically slumps in relief at the knowledge that it isn’t a professor. And then the tension came back, once you realized who the voice belonged to.  

Sirius Black.  

The boy in question was in the year above you, but it didn’t stop him from continuing his onslaught of pestering you when he could. And you tolerated it- knowing this was just how the Marauders were sometimes- but then Sirius did the unimaginable.  

You were reading your book- one of mystery and romance, each inked word drawing you in more and more until the book was physically ripped from your hands, your progress lost in the process. To say you were furious was an understatement.  

You probably yelled at him for 20 minutes straight, going on a tangent about how you never do that to someone and that he was an unsufferable prick, and yet all that son of a Blast-Ended Screwt did was stare at you with those stupidly gorgeous eyes and an even stupider grin plastered on his face.  

And after that day, he had made a point to poke fun at you whenever he could.  

Maybe running into a professor in the middle of the night wouldn’t be so bad.  

“I know you’re there, love.” he says; you can practically hear the smug grin on his face.  

“Shove off Black, you’re not supposed to be out either.” you bite, speaking in hushed tones unlike the loud boy on the other side of the pillar you were hiding behind.  

“That may be true, but I’ve never been good at following rules, have I?” he teases, trying to rile you up. “But I seem to have caught the Ravenclaw’s self-righteous angel doing some misdemeanors of their own.” 

You want to wring his neck- stupid Black doesn’t know anything- doesn't know how much your anxiety bothered you at night, and the moment you try to get some reprieve, you have to deal with him.  

“Can you actually shut your mouth?! You don’t know anything about me, and you never will, so stop acting like you can read me so easily, because maybe, just maybe, people have lives outside of you and your thick head Black.” You snap, storming off from your hiding place where Sirius can see you, determined to leave for Ravenclaw Tower. 

But before you can, he grabs your wrist, tugging you backward and into his chest- strong arms wrapping around you and securing your frame, effectively trapping you in his embrace.  

“There you are.” he whispers. 

You feel your face heat up, the proximity of the two of you was unbearable, his warm breath fanning over the back of your neck. You tense up, and yet, some part of you melts into his touch- and you hate it.  

“What in the world are you talking about, Black.” your tone harsh but no bite.  

You feel his head tilt up. The arms encircling you tighten as his tone turns thoughtful. 

“Do you hate me?” 

That caught you off guard. “What?” you stutter, taken aback. 

“Do you hate me, angel.” he repeats calmly, still looking through what you think in the window on the opposite wall from the both of you.  

You look down in contrast, mulling over his words. Do you hate...Sirius Black? Sure, he annoyed you to the end of the world, made your blood boil to the point where he could cook pasta with it, and made you want to rip the strands of your hair out, but somehow, hating him didn’t seem right. It didn’t sound right, the words hate and Sirius Black.  

“No.” you whisper, deciding to look up at the window with him. “I can’t.” 

You know he’s smiling when he softly says, “Me neither.”  

You both don’t say anything after that, silence ringing out through the halls of Hogwarts, and after a few minutes of just standing there in each other's presence, you speak.  

“So where does that leave us?” 

[sforzesco]

 Then, on his arrival in Constantinople, after much counsel with himself, considering that he was already unequal to the amount of pressing business and believing that there was no room for delay, on the twenty-eighth of March he brought the aforesaid Valens into one of the suburbs​ and with the consent of all (for no one ventured to oppose) proclaimed him Augustus. Then he adorned him with the imperial insignia and put a diadem on his head, and brought him back in his own carriage, thus having indeed a lawful partner in his power, but, as the further course of our narrative will show, one who was as compliant as a subordinate. No sooner were these arrangements perfected without disturbance than both emperors were seized with violent and lingering fevers--

AM 26.4.3-4

this was one of those illustrations that was originally supposed to be a 5 page comic until I realized I don't know anything about later roman empire architecture or visuals or art or anything, so we'll revisit that later. maybe

for right now though, these two are fascinating. we have two brothers acting as one body, even becoming ill in tandem with each other, it's giving This Throne Is Cursed. like, the last time I read about emperors coming down with life threatening illnesses, it was Caligula, and that moment in his biography marked a very specific tone shift. I spent the rest of the (first) time reading about Valens and Valentinian waiting for something comparable to Caligula's reign to happen lmao (Dio 59. 8. 1-2)

and since Caligula was already on the mind, I started thinking about Tiberius: I think he would've loved these two since he had a whole thing about twin-ification and brothers and etc etc etc. ofc, Rome is both a Mouth and a Tomb, so it's going to go badly for someone/everyone eventually, but honestly I think that Valentinian and Valens were the best we could've hoped for. like it could've been so much worse

Tiberius and the Heavenly Twins, Edward Champlin

Failure of Empire: Valens and the Roman State in the Fourth Century A.D, Noel Lenski

⭐ I have a tip jar (ko-fi)!

⭐ and other places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app

[betelgo0ze]

I’ve officially lost my will to live so here is an in-depth analysis on Star Wars sexuality’s and by “in-depth” I mean this is longer than I originally expected.

To be clear, most of these(minus a few) are headcanons. I’d love to hear your own headcanons in a CALM and RESPECTFUL manner lol. Headcanons are personal opinions and these are mine but again, I’d love to hear yours. I’m open to updating this list.

Obi-Wan: Obi actually is a semi-confirmed queer character. His bisexuality was briefly hinted towards and at the end of the day it very easily could be written off but it’s definitely more confirmation than anyone expected. Again, headcanons are just that. HEADcanons. They are personal ideas therefore are not canon though with his queerness being hinted towards it’s easy to simply accept it but it’s also easy to write it off. Most ppl choose for it to be 100% canon since again, it’s open to interpretation. I am one of these ppl lol. He’s also mentioned to possibly be asexual and I’m semi on board with this. Asexuality is a spectrum but in my head Obi-Wan is either all in or all out(that’s what she said) and as an asexual person I’m going to try and separate myself from him as best as I can. I’m bi, enby and ace but my asexuality is something I don’t talk about often so I won’t go in depth on it but note that my views are way different than other aces but they also could be the same. Huge spectrum. So here are some ideas, not really married to any:

-He’s just. A wh0re. Completely 

-Slut in theory but not in practice 

-Gives off wh0re energy but is just ace

Idk he canonically flirts with all his enemies which could be seen as slut in theory but idk I can’t imagine him being completely ace at the very least. Positively demisexual? But VERY much so, probably has only been w Satine *cough*Cody*cough* but that’s it. Idk this one I don’t rlly have a set idea on

JUST REALIZED I WENT OFF OH OBES LMAO SO UHHH SPEEDRUN

Ashoka: baby gay. Anakin has one of those “I’m proud of my lesbian sister” shirts. Currently trying to find a “I’m disappointed that my brother can’t hide his forbidden romance plot line” shirt(also getting one for Obi)

Anakin: straight but with Padmé he takes it up the as-

Also he’s been with exactly no one else BUT Padmé I’m sorry he’s a simp

Padmé: zero evidence but she’s bi (bi wife energy plays in the background)also unrelated but a total girl failure every girl failure needs her boy failure 

Maul: unlike Padmé I’ve got SO much evidence but also not rlly. In headcanon town I like to think he’s got a thing for Obi but in a canon mindset that’s impossible. Unfortunately my man would kill Obi if he got the chance which he has and just failed but fanfiction exists for a reason❤️❤️❤️

Luke: not a prequel character but I just had to add him bros a TWINK

Cody: Also out of nowhere but I mentioned my love for Codywan up there so ummmmmmmmmm gay

[sunnysideaeggs]

some criticisms i have of episode 2. read the tags first please.

disclaimer: i am a targtowers’ stan first and foremost. that means: aegon, helaena, aemond and daeron. they’re my favorite characters. that’s where my ‘loyalty’ stands. everyone else (including alicent) comes after.

helaena’s grief should’ve been a bigger point in the episode. this is HER episode and aegon’s (i’m not complaining about him but her screentime was so low). everyone else, rhaenyra, alicent, yada yada is secondary.

alicent can light up candles for her enemy’s son but can’t even attend the funeral of her grandson 🙄 she doesn’t cry, curse the blacks, want to bathe in the blood of jaehaerys’ killers, or can even bring herself to say his name.

i love aegon’s performance. i love all of his grief manifested in rage and anger. he cries but he will kick everyone later. tom go get your emmy.

girl your daughter just lost a son and you want to talk about you fucking your bodyguard. i’m tired of her. helaena is with all right of ignoring her.

once upon a time there was a boy that loved horses 😭 jaehaerys my dear

a larys/aegon scene is all i could wish for. the cold mastery of secrets and torture combined with the unstoppable wrath of a wounded man. i need more of them.

i like how the funeral seems, by all accounts, normal but by helaena’s viewpoint everything is too much. the people claim for her showing support but it’s all noise. the carriage showing her little boy so that people know who to blame but it only reminds her more of what happened. he even looks like he’s sleeping.

tbh this scene shows how rhaenyra doesn’t fucking care about helaena and her children. the first thought she had when she heard of the news wasn’t to have compassion or empathy, but to do damage control and worry about her reputation.

lmao i don’t have a clue what daemon’s intentions and rationality is. he only cares about looking mighty and dangerous to other people even when he does dumb shit, then justifies it. he lives only for other people’s opinions but then everyone hates his ass lol. dilffailure.

also he’s the embodiment of living for a dick measuring contest he ends up losing. all of daemon’s behavior can be attributed to erectile dysfunction.

how the writers found time for an oc prostitute having a mommy kink scene with aemond but didn’t have more time for a longer scene with helaena and literally anyone is beyond me.

aemond talking about his regret for luke but not about the death of his nephew 💀 luke died like three years ago condal pls get over it. aemond would care more about jaehaerys than poor little luke.

some much needed baela character development. i love characters that are like the female version of their dad but then also fucking hate their dad lol

i liked the tidbits of the dragonseeds during the episode. i’d like some nettles too :) but i guess the only female and canonically black character is a little too much for this show amirite :)

of course daemon would never be able to bend to anyone he considers inferior, much less rhaenyra, who under any other circumstance would be seen as ‘lesser than him’. it reminds him of his failures. i’m glad we’re on the same page.

aegon never had a chance right? aegon was literally raised by hightowers in love with targaryens. he never would’ve been able to surpass viserys and rhaenyra in otto and alicent’s eyes. nothing he did could’ve changed that.

otto’s little laugh cost him a job lol. i’m sad we didn’t get his cats.

the focus on rhaenyra in the arryk/erryk fight is too much for me. once again, leave secondary characters have their moments instead of shoving r or a down my throat please. this is their especial moment, their last moment. rhaenyra being all 😨🧍🏼‍♀️ between their shots does nothing for the scene.

otto’s realization of his life’s work being flushed down the drain is so touching and painful in a way to me. he’s like tywin if he lived long enough to see cersei and tommen fuck everything up.

‘i have sinned’ ‘i do not wish to hear of it’ that’s peak cersei and tywin from that one scene when she confessed the incest.

daeron exists? yay. and once again i’m fucking tired of alicent not reacting to mention of daeron, not comforting helaena, bashing aemond, ignoring aegon. where’s the love for her children?

the scene of otto putting resting his face on his hands? chills. it should’ve lingered there. showcase otto’s regret? grief? idk. pity it just lasted half a second because we needed to see alicent once more.

from now on, alicent is cancelled for me. i don’t care anymore about her. any parent that leaves their child in distress to go fuck can eat shit. i gave that treatment to daemon in laena’s funeral and i’m giving it to her.

we have more sex scenes of alicent than we have of daemon and aegon combined. yet she’s the pious queen and they’re the lechers. condal please write accordingly.

how do i watch a show when i don’t care for the two main characters, because they’re cardboard cuts of women who don’t do anything? i don’t know.

[starwrighter]

I am not a baby!! (Yes you are)

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(Chapter sixteen lmao)

He can't do this by himself. There was far too much ground to cover and far too little time. Every second that ticked by was another that the hatchling could be mauled.

“I lost the hatchling,” Guilt laced his voice as absolute mayhem broke out throughout the bond. Everyone was talking all at once, pelting questions at him.

“How could you lose him?!” Damian had no excuse. He should have paid closer attention. Something precious was entrusted to him and he'd squandered it. This was a failure he’ll have to carry with him for the rest of his life.

“Hold on, I'll be there in a minute,” Dick said, Damian made no protest.

Damian continued his search of the shallows, attempting to shove himself into caves, making as much noise as possible to lure the child into inspecting. If there was one thing he’s learned about the hatchling while watching him, it was that he’s territorial and curious.

Mere minutes passed before his brother was at his side.

“Is he dead? What do you mean you lost him?”

“I don’t know! He just vanished!”

Dick circled the shallows, nose pointed towards the surface. “I don’t smell blood,”

The hatchling’s blood had a distinct copper smell, that along with its deep red hue made it disturbingly easy to find corpses. He couldn’t be far, they'd find him soon. Even the tiniest of cuts would alert them of his presence. All they had to do was search.

“I think I found him!” Dick called out, his excitement killed by the painful-sounding wheeze of a Crashfish shooting out of its plant. The elder recoiled, thrashing backward, trying his best to avoid the explosive charging straight for him.

He failed, the blast spreading soot against the pale blue of his scales. The sudden explosion paired with the static electricity radiating off his body, resulted in a pained shriek from his brother. His own electricity damaged him, the stress causing jolts of electricity to shoot off him in response. His body seized, tail thrashing through the water, kicking massive clouds of sand up.

A frazzled expression rested on his brother's face, hand swiping at a threat that didn’t exist anymore. In any other situation, he might’ve found this hilarious, but now it was just a waste of precious time.

Precious time that could be used to find the-

“Go wAy”

It was faint, but hidden within the base of a creep vine stalk was the hatchling. The vines curled around the child’s body, tiny fingers curled around the handle of a blade almost bigger than his entire forearm. Odd, the hatchling would have come charging up to attack them but instead, the hatching nestled himself deeper in the vine, seemingly unaware of his detection. Kyanite blue eyes darted between him and Dick, eyes lingering on the elder. Apparently, Dick didn’t feel the wariness radiating off the hatchling in consistent waves of anxiety. If he did, maybe he would've refrained from squealing like Crabsnake and rushing towards the guppy.

“He’s so little!” The elder squealed, making grabby hand at the hatchling who held the blade out in warning. The hatchling wasn't the type to give warnings, only taking a few split seconds to attempt to tear flesh with tiny teeth too weak to do so. Something was preventing the hatchling from attacking Dick. Damian had a hunch as to what it was.

A peeper flipped belly up upon contact with Dick’s electric field. The elder didn’t seem to realize an aura of literal death surrounding him wasn’t appealing to a baby who couldn't understand they weren’t going to eat him. The little one flinched backward swiping wildly through the ocean.

Before Damian had the chance to snap, the guppy darted behind him, gripping onto a fin and attempting to use Damian as a shield.

“Damian, tell him I’m safe,” The elder begged, like Damian had any control over a guppy’s behavior! He wasn't some stalker who could be trained by tossing a couple pieces of meat in their direction! While it was possible to behavior train sentient beings, it was a hassle. A hassle that would land him another scolding from father who’d be… less enthused after the “incident” with Drake.

“Do you think I have him trained?” The elder paused as if considering what to say next. Good.

“I mean… Do you?”

“No! I didn’t train a baby,” He roared, tucking the child beneath a clawed hand, enough space for the child to dart through the gaps in his fingers but not enough for Dick to grab at him.

“DaMi ProtEct mE”

Dick froze, a squeal so high in pitch it disoriented a stalker that wandered into the shallows. “He knows your name! Come on kiddo, say my name too!” The elder encouraged, much to the hatchling’s terror. Damian sighed, lifting his claws to swipe at his elder brother.

“OW! What was that for?!” Dick pouted, rubbing his cheek.

“You’re scaring him!”

"I am not! right buddy?” Dick reached for the hatchling, the little one ducking away from the elder's open grasp.

“Scary,”

The hatchling screamed, the sound unnerving, sending shivers down their spines as the little one clung to Damian like a lifeline. Dick couldn’t have looked any more heartbroken.

“I told you, having both of us here would stress him out!” Damian snapped.

“You asked us to come help you find him!” The elder defended.

“Well, here he is. You can go now!”

"But-"

“Until Father dismisses me from this mission himself I will be the one watching this hatchling,” Damian interrupted.

“Damian…You know how fragile these babies are, we all need to be there for him,”

“I am perfectly capable of watching a hatchling on my own!” Damian snapped.

“You lost him about an hour ago,” Dick reminded.

“Irrelevant,” The hatchling squirmed, darting between his claws and booking it towards the surface. The hatchling did this often. Damian had learned pretty early on that it wasn’t cause for concern.

“…” Dicks silence spoke a thousand words. Damian prepared to explain the harmlessness of the action but was interrupted by his brother speaking.

“He breathes air?” The question rippled through the sea. It was an odd trait for a hatchling to have, very few creatures had the ability to breathe air. If you stuck close to the surface, you could see one of the only land dwellers flying through the sky.

“What is he?” They already knew all the babies came from artificial structures. Artificial structures that crashed down from the stars when shot down by the precursor’s structure. The children looked like their more vulnerable forms, just without the tails to jet them through the water. The all the hatchlings had legs different than anything they'd seen before. Legs suited for both land and sea.

“My guess is he’s like a cave crawler,” The child could swim, unlike cave crawlers who just walked around on the seabed. But they both shared the ability to walk on land. The hatchling stood on a piece of coral sticking out above water, staring at them intently.

The two of them watched the hatchling swim around, Damian smacking Dick to ease the child’s fear whenever he got too close for the guppy’s comfort.

“Stop hitting me!” Dick cried dramatically.

“Go back to the bulb zone and I will,” Damian snapped.

“Your electricity is killing the fish!” As if to prove his point, a garyfish floated into Dick’s electric field, almost popping from the sheer voltage the other was giving off.

“What do you think it’ll do to the hatchling if you actually manage to grab him, huh?” Damian questions, realization dawning on the eldest.

“Go back to the bulb zone and calm yourself. That Crashfish clearly stressed you out,” Damian finished, waving the other away.

“Fine, but I expect you to keep us updated!” Dick called out, boosting away from the shallows, using his hands to launch himself at top speed.

“We wIn!”

The hatchling declared, circling around him for a few seconds before fleeing to his nest.

Damian sighed, glad that the hatchling finally grew tired of attacking him.

@ashoutinthedarkness @avelnfear @meira-3919 @thought-u-said-dragon-queen @hugsandchaos @blep-23 @zeldomnyo @bytheoldwillowtree @justwannabecat @shepherdsheart @starlightcat04 @stargazing-bookwyrm @pupstim @dragongoblet @noxcheshire

[fumifooms]

I think you made me start shipping Marchil

Your posts got me thinking about their dynamic then I wrote a fic that was supposed to be platonic but midway through I realized it could actually be interpreted as romantic too and now I'm just sad about how little time they'll have together

First of all, you have a lovely icon, second, I’m so honored… I finally read Not a bad way to go and it was soo so good like. My god!!! Pre-canon is underused and you did so many interesting things with it.

It sounded like a cruel joke, that the one who needed her concern the most was also the one least interested in it.

^^^ go read it go read it

Chilchuck was drunk enough that he needed to hold onto the walls not to fall, but apparently still sober enough to remember emotional vulnerability was his worst enemy, as he made sure to avert her eyes and said: “Namari made me come talk to you ” to make it clear he wasn't being nice voluntarily.

Yeah.

“Of course I'm scared of dying.” He scoffed. Did she really think so little of him? “But if I could choose, I would want to die doing something I love, like drinking. Or maybe fucking,”

Maybe you wish you didn’t know but my new favorite HC because of this is that Chil dies yes prematurely not of liver failure though but during coitus. Especially if marchil, the thought of him busting a nut and his heart giving out makes me laugh so hard. My god. Lmao. Oh god. Lmfao. Worst day of her life

Marcille knew Chilchuck wasn't a kid, but she often struggled to take him seriously as an adult because he was just so adorable and small. In this moment, however, she saw them exactly for what they were, even if it was just a glimpse. A sheltered, naive little girl trying to tell a tired, much more experienced man how to live the rest of his life.

Standing ovation

She tried to find an explanation to give him, but she couldn't even find one for herself. Why would she miss him? He was just Chilchuck, her coworker, Chilchuck who was cold, aloof, sometimes crass, evasive, and even outright mean. He who was level headed, reliable, trustworthy, perceptive and clever. He who had the least time left, even in a best case scenario. “I guess that despite your best efforts, there's still a lot to like about you.”

This fic goes so hard, standing ovation pt 2

“I just think it's better if we don't get too close. Don't you agree?” “I… maybe” she said, uncertain as he didn't know how to feel about that. Caring about people would only hurt her in the wrong run, she knew that, but unfortunately she couldn't help it.

I looove how they can be read to be similar on this aspect. My hand clenching around my phone as I rear up to rant about Marcille and the way she does keep people at an arm’s length subconsciously again my god my goood. Obsessed with this obsessed with this, underused for marchil. Terrified of loss through death vs rejection duo I love youuu

Brilliant ending I’m in shambles. I’m not gonna spoil it

You get marchil so much you truly do. The way they mesh, the way their views on mortality clash and both soothe & bruise… He doesn’t have much time left even in best case scenario (which Mr I won’t eat well I’ll drink and smoke a lot I’ll stress all day every day is determined to not make happen) which makes it all the more meaningful for Marcille’s arc when she learns from him to finally enjoy the present moments… It’ll only be a fraction of her life, but to him he’s giving her the rest of his life. What are some decades of love worth? Worth it, surely, if nothing else

[seastarblue]

Creators Club Thursday!

Today for Creators Club Thursday—courtesy of @creators-club by @bardic-tales — I’m going to talk about one of my OC pairings— Harper O’Kennedy and Noha de Escarra!

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Okay so some basics:

Harper’s pronouns are he/him, while Noha’s are they/them.

Harper’s a gay demiromantic man, Noha is a pansexual nonbinary person.

NOW THAT THATS OUTTA THE WAYYYY—

Harper and Noha meet in Vacader Bay, Harper’s hometown. Harper was working with a gang under a master thief by the name of Victoria O’Kennedy, who also happens to be his maternal aunt. Noha was an Escarrian-born blade-for-hire who was running away from their father and his gang.

more under the cut :}

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✨💞Meet Cute!💞✨

Basically Noha was keeping an eye on Harper because some rival gang payed them to, and they decided “heyyyyy what if I got closer to this guy then it’d be a Lot Easier to eventually kill him” and so they slip themself into Harper’s life. Totally normal way to meet someone 🥰 !

Meanwhile, Harper and Victoria are Fighting and they do Not Like Each Other, so Harper (in a fit of rage at Something I haven’t decided yet) challenges Victoria to a gun fight.

Long story short: Harper loses said gun fight, almost dies, gets chased out of his old gang, and went on the run, dragging a slightly uncooperative Noha with him. What a boy failure 😞.

Their relationship has been poking at my brain cells for the past couple days: Harper thinks Noha is pretty cool, talented, and quite intelligent as well—considering they slipped into Harper’s (relatively guarded) life that easily.

Meanwhile Noha is just “what is this man doinggg omgs sTOP FOLLOWING MEEEE-UHHH”

The only reason Harper’s throat isn’t slashed open is because Noha realized that he’s pretty good at keeping out of (serious) trouble, and as a bonus—Harper promised that they wouldn’t need to worry about their dad for a while if he was around.

Now into the actual Romance bit—it doesn’t happen until WAY later in the story, considering Harper’s demiromantic-ness and Noha’s… black cat energy (it is trauma it’s very very intense trauma)

I like them :3

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Thank you for reading this far if ya have lmao

[gummi-animatronic]

9-1-1 Fanfic Masterlist:

Decided to make a masterlist for my 9-1-1 fics over on AO3. They will be under the cut because I’ll add the description and major tags. Not all the tags but the main ones at least.

Will be updated whenever I post something new.

Well, if Tumblr allows me to even find my own post on my own blog once it’s buried enough that is lmao.

Fair warning: As of posting this, the fics are mostly Bobby, Bathena, and a few with the reader included. There is one Buck fic where he says “Fuck You” to his parents and Bathena are there for a supportive presence then leave with him afterwards.

Most of these are also smut and very heavily NSFW too.

Let’s do Buck’s first.

Adult Adoption: LINK

Summary:

Margret and Phillip didn’t accept Buck being Bi and having Tommy as a boyfriend. So he walks out of Maddie and Chim’s house and planned on heading to the Nash house. To the people he knew accepted him with open arms long before he even came out. That cared about him without him having to hurt himself for their attention.

But on the way, he got into a car accident. This is after he wakes up in the hospital with Bathena at his side as his emergency contacts. Later on, he gets discharged and goes to Madney’s house to confront his parents with Bathena at his side.

Tags:

Bobby Nash is Evan "Buck" Buckley's Parent, Athena Grant is Evan "Buck" Buckley's Parent, Takes place after a car crash, Adult Adoption, Hurt/Comfort

WIP/Completed: Completed

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Have No Fear, LAFD is Here: LINK

Summary:

Exactly what you think it is: A continuation of the roleplay scene from that one epsiode.

After May leaves, Athena and Bobby get back to their roleplaying. Bobby is pretending to be unconscious from smoke inhalation and Athena knows what to do to get him conscious again.

Later on, he thanks the brave firewoman for saving his life.

Tags:

Sub Bobby Nash, Domme Athena Grant-Nash, sex on the kitchen counter, blowjob.

WIP/Completed: Completed

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I’m Alive but at What Cost?: LINK

Summary:

After the fire at the Grant-Nash house, Bobby wakes up in the hospital alone with two thoughts running through his head:

1. Athena was dead.

2. No one even wanted to visit him due to his failure.

But it’s what he deserves. Isn’t it?

Tags:

Angst, Father/son moment between Bobby and Buck, Bobby thinks Athena is dead from the house fire.

WIP/Completed: Completed

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Athena’s Special Apology: LINK

Summary:

The Grant-Nash house fire never happened. Instead, Athena woke up to find Bobby wasn’t at her side in bed. So she goes looking for him and decides to apologize for their fight. After waking him up, they go into the bedroom for some make up sex.

Tags:

Blowjob, vaginal sex, apology sex

WIP/Completed: Completed

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The Goddess and her Firefighter: LINK

Summary:

It’s another naughty day at the Grant-Nash house.

With his consent the night before, Athena treats Bobby like she drugged and kidnapped him after ‘dating’ for a little while. Deciding she must have the big, strong fireman all to herself.

Bobby, now awake and aware of what she was doing, plays along as if they had only gone on a few dates and were still trying things out as friends first. However, Athena doesn’t like hearing just ‘friends’ she’d prefer girlfriend! Or wife! After all, that’s what she was now. His girlfriend for as long as she allowed him to live.

Tags:

CNC - Consensual Non-Con, Sub Bobby, Domme Athena, Yandere roleplay, CNC cuddling, CNC RAPE, Safe word mention, mentions of drugs but they aren’t actually used just playing pretend.

WIP/Completed: Completed

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The Goddess’ Firefighter AU: LINK

Summary:

AU based on the oneshot directly above this one.

Athena realizes after a few dates that she didn’t just like Bobby. No. She LOVED him. And she was going to make sure he was obsessed with her in return.

Even if it meant kidnapping and holding him captive until he was the perfect future husband.

Tags:

Yandere Athena, Captive Bobby, kidnapping, drugged with sleeping pills, bondage, gags, and more when I eventually update it. But that’s mostly it for the first and currently only chapter.

WIP/Completed: WIP

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Nash Family Pet: LINK

Summary:

Bobby/Lady!Reader/Athena

For their 5th anniversary, Bobby and Athena decide to experiment some different things in the bedroom… with you.

With your consent, you quickly find yourself as the new family pet. They can spoil you one minute since they can’t have dogs or cats due to Athena’s allergies. And the next they can fuck you into their bed. And you find yourself enjoying every second of it. Even if it IS your own Captain and your best gal friend treating you like this.

Tags:

PET/PUPPY PLAY, Dom Bobby, Dom Athena, Sub Lady!Reader, Master/Pet, Smut, BDSM, threesome, collar/leash, Vet roleplay, blowjob, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, pussy worship.

WIP/Completed : WIP with like 15 more chapters planned out lmao

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Being my Captain’s Toy: LINK

A collection of oneshots featuring Hard!Dom Bobby and lady!Reader.

Summary:

Chapter 1: You and Bobby were friends with benefits for some time now. No one else knows. Not even your besties Hen and Athena. Gradually your time together got more kinky.

After a rough call at the end of an already long shift, you head to Bobby’s place with him for some much needed stress relief. In the best way you both came to know so well.

Chapter 2: You piss Bobby off during a call so after the shift is over, angry sex ensues.

Chapter 3: More angry sex. This time after Bobby goes off on Brad in the middle of the restaurant.

Tags: Dom Bobby, Sub reader, collar/leash, some pet play elements, friends with benefits, vaginal sex, blowjob, begging, degradation, vibrator torture, cum delay/denial, doggie style. The tags are a mixture for the 3 posted so far.

First two take place in between his breakdown in season 1 and the S1 finale. Third really depends on how you look at it. Brad situation could take place in season 1 to make it work or… Bathena never got together and they remained friends with benefits for like 7 years.

WIP/Completed: On going for new one shots… I guess.

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Can’t Fight the Moonlight: LINK

Summary:

When Bobby receives a message on his dating profile from the new police sergeant he had just gone to church with a few days earlier, he was ecstatic! Immediately agreeing to go to dinner with her that night even! Never once suspecting that he was going on a date with a vampire. After all, vampires aren’t real… right?

Meanwhile with her kid’s blessings, Athena decides to date again. Especially now that it’s been over a year since Michael was taken from them by a hunter that sent them on the run for their own safety. But now that they are settled into a hopefully permanent place, they felt they were ready to have a new man of the house.

And who better than a big strong fireman that had already caught Athena’s eyes?

Tags: Vampire Grant Family AU, Human Bobby, hypnosis, smut, supernatural abilities, biting, takes place between season 1 - mid of season 2.

WIP/Completed: WIP

[apollos-boyfriend]

still workshopping what i think happens to cpurp post-canon however. i do think the first thing he does is instantly ditch drunz. like, he really didn’t want to team up with them as was and insisted it was something he could do himself, and their suggestion of going bigger and bolder only led to failure. also if he stuck with them for like .2 more seconds he would’ve realized they’re Fucking Insane and left anyways LMAO

i’m not quite sure how to take it from there…. the logical path is for him to take what happened as proof of him being better solo, because obviously his plan would’ve worked if those two clowns didn’t step in, but that is. the opposite of what i want. so there is still Much to think about…..

[irondad-defensesquad]

prickly pair

Yeah, this one was pretty much inspired by my own plants dying. I felt like a failure for that, and also sad because I do love plants, but I'm not really the best at taking care of them. 100% self-projection here, nothing new, lmao.

Also posted on AO3!

Warning: grief/mourning. Uncle Ben's death is implied but his name is not mentioned.

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“Whoa,” Tony says immediately after Peter comes in. “What happened, kid? Are you hurt?” He abandons whatever he was doing, rushing to the latter’s aid.

Then that means Peter still looks like he cried for hours. He tried washing his face before leaving school but turns out it was useless.

Peter sniffs. “My… My cacti died.”

When you explain it to someone else, you realize how stupid and childish you are. He expects Tony to laugh or chastise him.

But that’s not what happens at all.

“Oh, bud. I’m sorry,” the man replies, genuinely.

Peter sighs. “Like, I know I’m a terrible caretaker and everything I touch dies”– he can sense Tony’s concerned frown from a mile away –“But I had this little pair of cacti, Spike and Ruff… and I actually did take good care of them. Or at least I tried to. They made my room feel nice. I liked talking to them, too. They lived more than every other plant I had, but then Ruff died, and so Spike died almost immediately after. Like they couldn’t live without each other.”

Tony stays close to him, listening all the way. Peter tears up again.

“I don’t know what I did wrong, Mr. Stark. I really don’t,” his voice breaks.

“C’mere,” Tony beckons, hugging Peter, letting him sob. “I’m really sorry they died.”

Peter feels even more stupid. “I really suck at keeping things alive, huh.” At keeping people alive.

“Hey, c’mon. Look at me,” Tony pulls away a little. “You have the biggest heart I’ve ever seen, kiddo. I know you take good care of people. But sometimes we don’t have control over what happens to them. And even then, mistakes don’t mean you’re a complete failure, kid.”

Peter looks down, avoiding his mentor’s gaze. Tony stares at him for a few seconds before sighing and hugging him once more.

“… But I get you, Peter. You’re allowed to be sad. They were your little guys, after all.”

The teen lies against him, calming down a little bit. Tony gives him a slight squeeze.

It’s almost like he has experience with this kind of thing…

“Thanks, Mr. Stark,” Peter says, voice muffled.

“Always, kid.”

Grief will keep following Peter Parker, no matter what he does. But thankfully, Tony is there to catch him when it’s too much.