#run on sentence who ?

[theforsakenprince]

the maya and osiris parallels continue to fuck me up. Both of them reaching across timelines to save their partners and while Maya won't stop until she finds the right Chioma, the perfect one that will agree with her vision for the universe, the "real" Chioma, and will throw away any version of her that isn't perfect, Osiris broke time for the chance to save Saint-14, and it didn't matter to him which Saint it was, because to him they're all the "real" Saint

[multiseb21]

what if your future teammate was evil (allegedly) and what if he gave you a tow back to the pits after you ran out of gas and what if you initially held onto his body horror arm but then grabbed his thigh instead and what if your boss was watching and laughing and what if you gave a wet rat interview thanking him and what if he gave an interview saying I helped ◡̈ not because we’re future teammates ◡̈ but because I was there ◡̈ and I’m nice ◡̈ and what if a few months ago you said mental games are useless with you because the mental side is your strong point but now you have to decipher whether or not you just fell victim to one of his elaborate mind games what if

[rebouks]

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Levi: Oh, jesus-.. Penny?!

[Levi desperately pulled Penny into his arms, though it was clearly far too late]

Levi: No, no, no-.. Penny, please…

...

Robin: What happened?! Levi: The r-radio-.. she-… Robin: Shit-.. we need to get out of here, c’mon.

[Robin’s attempts to coax Levi to his feet were met with a violent shrug] Levi: I’m not leaving her! Robin: It’s not safe-.. we’ll come back later; I promise.

Levi: [sniffs] Where’re the others? [Robin paused impotently, lowering his head as he spoke] Robin: They’re dead.

[toytulini]

listen im ace and im pro kink at pride and whatever, but the way some of yall are wording your posts in response to the backlash against it is uh. really taking me back to the ace shitcourse era.

yall know theres nothing wrong with being a "virgin", right? that its not inherently shameful to have not had sex, to never have sex, even if youre not ace, even if you do want to have sex someday, like, its fine that you haven't had sex?

maybe if your problem is that theyre trying to police your behavior and shame you for expressing your sexuality, you can say that? instead of resorting to "haha stupid virgin gets no bitches" like my god. do you not hear how fucking regressive that attitude is? i know, i know, youre "joking".

get a better joke

[aardvaark]

im so glad that we never get a clear picture of sophie’s background in leverage & i hope we never do. however i also really like making up various, often conflicting backstories for her in my head. perhaps they’re all backstories for an alias of hers, ones she laid to rest back in season two.

[candyskiez]

If I had a nickel for everytime an animated media ended with the titular character having a breakdown after years of repression and mistreatment by everyone around them, causing them to go into a superpowered state and rampage towards something very specific now that all their repressed desires and anger and trauma are running wild and have to be brought back by their loved ones who heavily contributed to them having this breakdown in the first place finally apologizing to them and reaching out, I'd have three nickels.

Which isn't much, but it's weird that it's happened thrice.

[stubz]

The younglings played. The younglings read. The younglings talked. The younglings laughed. The younglings paused as they noticed their teachers watching them.

Not their usual mindful gaze, not a glance, not a watch to let them know they are being watched...a different kind of watch.

It was not unsettling. It did not frighten the herbivores. It did not threaten the carnivores. It did not alert the omnivores.

It was a watch that was familiar in a way. Different but familiar.

"Stop staring at us!" they cried

"We're not staring. We're thinking." they replied back, their gaze deepening.

"Well stop thinking at us." the boldest ones said

"Your still staring." the smartest ones said

"What are you thinking about?" the curious ones said.

"Your so small."

"..." "..." "..."

"WE AREN'T SMALL!" the younglings protested. The oldest most offended. The middle most annoyed. The youngest most loud.

"We don't mean your size." one started.

"We mean you're so young." the other finished.

"I'm 8 years old!" "I'm 5!" "I'm 3 and a half!"

"And you have so much to experience." they smile

"You still have to experience taking the shuttle by yourself." they grin to the eldest ones.

"You still have to experience losing your first tooth." they beam to the middle ones.

"You still have to experience your first playdate." they whisper to the youngest.

The younglings pout and huff. The younglings protest being small. The younglings, the smartest ones, figure out what's so familiar with the watch.

It was the same watch they got from their parents. It was the same watch they got from when they told them about the new friend they made. It was the same watch they got when they learned how to make a snack by themselves. It was the same watch they got when they learned something new and exciting.

It was the same watch they would see from their teachers for days to come.

[herlockslimbo]

her smile here is the most wonderful thing in the world

[thephouseplants]

With the Phour being officially announced, and most likely being a main talking point in the Phantom for the next few months, I just wanted to say:

You can't go because You can't afford it and/or are unsure if you'll be able to afford it, if you want to go but you need some sort of guardian or aid to accompany you and you don't want to go with them for whatever reason, you want to go but there's accessibility reasons that you can't, you want to go but you really can't handle large crowds, you want to go but are too anxious too, you want to go but they won't be coming anywhere near you, you want to go but the nearest city they will be in isn't affordable to travel to, you want to go but are unavailable for the days they will be in your area, or you simply don't want to go.

That you are all great and vaild and it's okay-- a from an internet stranger.

I am here to validate you! (threat/j /j )

[arsenicflame]

steddyhands modern au inspired by this post:

(1828 words, themes of kink but nothing explicit, established blackhands & gentlebeard-centric. Happy Pride!)

Stede picks up leatherworking in the wake of his divorce. He's not exactly sure how it ended up being such an important hobby for him, only that he had always admired the intricate designs on his horse's best bridles, and with little else to do with his time, he decides to give it a go.

It's rocky going at first, but he's having fun working with his hands for the first time in his life, and there's a sense of satisfaction in seeing the design come to life as he works. With practice, his skills improve, and he learns how to make things that are truly one of a kind.

He starts off posting his pieces online, as a way to reach fellow enthusiasts, but quickly finds himself with a rather large audience. Stede’s style is unique, and, after many requests from his followers, Lucius encourages him to make some more basic pieces he can sell. It's not about making money for Stede, but another way to meet new people who share his interests- as Lucius keeps telling him, it's sad that his personal assistant is the main person he talks to these days. 

So Stede sets out on a new adventure, and has quite the time designing a new range of patterns for the market. He makes purses, belts, bracelets, and, most importantly, dog collars- all still with his unique designs embossed into them, of course. He rents a booth at his towns monthly craft fair, and very quickly finds himself with a new group of friends in the other regulars- Pete, his usual neighbour, who sells an array of wooden figures he carves, Roach, who runs a stand for his bakery, and Frenchie, who isn't actually a stallholder, but is almost always busking near his friend Wee John’s stand of knitted goods, bringing life to the market even in the pouring rain. There's also Buttons, another regular at the market. Nobody is exactly sure what he does there- he doesn't sell things, or seem to buy anything either, but rain or shine, he's there with the birds.

Stede’s been doing this a few months by the time June rolls around. As he's setting up his stand, he notices that the area is much busier than it’d normally be at this time of morning. Lucius, who got roped into helping run Stede’s stall somewhere down the line (despite his protests that this is not what personal assistant means… But hey, he got a boyfriend out of it, at least), reminds him that there's the parade today, too- not realising that Stede had no clue there was a parade today, and especially not that it was pride. Stede immediately jumps to fretting about the amount of stock he’s brought, and Lucius takes the cue to escape, saying he’ll go and grab them coffee (but really, he's off to flirt with Pete)

Lucius is still missing when Ed stumbles across the little leather stall. Stede’s just ran back to his car to fetch his last boxes of inventory, and by the time he returns, Ed’s already begun to narrow down his choices. Stede greets him, starting to tell him that they're not actually open yet, but before he gets more than a couple of words out, Ed’s exclaiming “You're a Kiwi!!!”

The two of them smile at the shared recognition, and Stede says he’ll make an exception, just for Ed, and asks him what exactly he was interested in. Ed tells him that he's looking for a collar “for his boy”, and points out the particular design he was looking at. It happens to be one of Stede’s favourites from this latest run of work, a fact he mentions to Ed. It leads them into a discussion about Stede’s craft, and Ed’s Izzy, and then everything in between. Ed’s listening intently to the things Stede’s telling him, completely drawn in by the process, and by Stede himself. He watches as Stede stamps Izzy's name into the collar, and Stede even lets him have a go at one of the stamps. 

Lucius reappears sometime in the middle of this- only to immediately retreat again, seeing Stede engrossed with Ed. He sets up camp at Pete's booth opposite, watching this man flirt intensely with his boss- and Stede flirt back just as hard. Does Stede even realise he’s doing it? Lucius had known Stede was gay since before Stede even admitted it to himself, but this is on a whole other level.

The pair stand there so long that Izzy comes to look for Ed- the two of them are manning a float on the parade with their crew, and it's past time for them to get geared up. He's already worked up, frustrated to have been left to set up everything alone, when Ed had just gone to see if he could get them both coffee. So maybe he's a bit of a prick, approaching with a brash “where the fuck have you been, Edward”, to which Stede brings the same energy, giving a bitchy “Ed! Do you know this guy?” Izzy tenses, ready to snap, but then Ed cuts in, excitedly telling Stede that this is “his Izzy!” Which confuses the hell out of Stede. 

Forgetting his earlier attitude, he asks Ed if he “really named his dog after his friend”, only to be met with confusion right back from Ed at where the hell Stede got the idea he had a dog from. Stede gestures at the bag with the collar in it, to which Ed has to tell him, “oh, no, that's for him.” Ed tells Stede that they're here to run a float for their local leather society, and while Stede is certainly shocked by what Ed’s saying, he's not finding himself… uninterested. It's simply that he’s never even considered any of this before, especially not that people would use the things that he made for this, but Ed sounds so enthusiastic about it all. He tells him about how his friends would love to see Stede’s work, about how classic leather gear is always so fucking boring- but not Stede’s stuff, no, Stede’s stuff is “fresh” and “fascinating” and unlike anything Ed’s ever seen before. 

Ed's enthusiasm is incredibly infectious, so when he invites Stede to come back to see their float, he readily agrees. It’s a concept Izzy’s less than enthusiastic about. He doesn’t really want to bring this man who’s dressed like he just walked out of a HOA board meeting to their kinky little corner of the world, but he is having a lot of fun watching Stede squirm, so decides not to raise a protest. He does demand he gets his long-overdue coffee first, though (Stede pays for it- as “compensation for him distracting Ed from his job”, he says, not giving Izzy a second to process before he's tapping his card)

By the time they return to the float, Fang, Ivan & Jim are waiting for them, all already geared up. Stede is stunned silent at the sight for about 5 seconds, before he starts actually looking at the quality of Jim’s harness, and proceeds to go off about the poor quality of the craftsmanship, about how the hardware is tacky and completely the wrong choice with this leather, how his “ten year old daughter could do a better job!!!” 

There's complete silence from the group, until Izzy, of all people, bursts into laughter at Stede’s audacity (and, the fact he was staring at Jim's tits completely unabashedly, like he hadn't even noticed them in the first place). Izzy's laughter sets Ed off as he tells the group about Stede’s misunderstanding- “you didn't say he was a person!” “I mean, he's my dog”- and soon everyone's having a friendly giggle at Stede’s mistake.

It's somewhere in the middle of the retelling that Ed remembers that this whole thing happened because he was buying Izzy a gift. After a moments fumbling, he presents Izzy with the collar-  It's a rich, deep black, embossed with a rolling pattern that resembles waves. It’s made from a firm enough leather to take the tooling, and to remind Izzy that he’s owned while he’s wearing it, yet still soft enough for long term comfort. Izzy's eyes immediately lock on to it, an unreadable expression coming over his face, and Ed turns it; first so he can really see the design and Izzy’s name embossed into it, and then so he can see the small “Ed ♥” on the inside of the collar, right over his swallow tattoo. 

“I did the heart,” Ed says to him softly, intended only for Izzy’s ears. Izzy's eyes flick up to Ed’s, and he raises his chin to give Ed the room to put it on. Ed buckles the collar around his neck almost reverently, a test of the tightness turning into a caress of Izzy's neck. It's a perfect fit.

It's as though something comes over Izzy; so twitchy and abrasive earlier, now silent, staring at Ed with a look akin to worship in his eyes. He obediently tilts his head for a kiss as Ed's fingers move to his chin- It's a sight to behold, and one that has Stede intrigued. He wants to know more about this lifestyle, and these men in particular. He wants to be the one to put that expression on Izzy's face.

The moment breaks as Ed and Izzy pull apart, and Ed calls for the crew to finish the last bits of set up. Izzy shakes himself a little before running off to bark orders again, but even still, there remains a softness to him that wasn't there before. 

Ed turns back to Stede with an apologetic smile, already obvious that he has to get going. Before he can speak, however, Stede jumps in -“My business numbers on the card in the box… I'll be around all day”- Ed’s smile turns more genuine at that, promising to stop by if he gets a moment, and that he’ll send his friend's Stede’s way- “if he wants that kind of business.” Stede says that he does, actually- that he's seen a whole new world already today, and, while he was a little taken aback at first, he can feel the passion Ed and his friends have for this life. If there's one thing that's ever mattered to Stede, it's other people's enthusiasm. Maybe he doesn't completely understand yet, but he would like to try.

One year later, Stede’s back at the market on pride weekend again, far better stocked for the crowds this time around. Lucius is finally free to spend the day flirting with Fang & Pete to his heart's content, now that Stede’s roped his own boyfriends into helping him run the stall- and into modelling the merchandise. Ed loves that part, while Izzy needs a lot more convincing, but the puppy eyes Stede & Ed weaponise against him make a very good argument.

[hippolotamus]

Sevenish Sentence Sunday 🧜‍♂️

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Don't want to spoil too much so have the tiniest snip of mer!Buck (for reference he's 10 here)

He shouldn’t. That’s what every member of the merfolk have said since the beginning. It’s one of the first things a merperson is taught. No matter the circumstances one must never interact with a human. Not even to save one. Evan’s hands twitch by his sides. This isn’t just any human though. It’s a child. Surely there must be an exception for them?

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[akai-akai]

this is all over the place I'm sorry, but bear with me.

"suave, intimidating lieutenant simon" "quiet war-hardened mysterious simon"— NO

Simon Riley is a DORK.

Like imagine this big ass war-weathered 6'4 lieutenant who weighs over 200 pounds and has the build of a Spartan and a downright terrifying reputation. He's all aloof and intimidating and unapproachable and then at the most random of times, he rattles off the stupidest pun ever and just... Pretends nothing happened. Continues his day while some poor recruit is left wondering what the fuck that interaction meant.

Give me Simon Riley who mulls over which corny line to say in that subtle thinks-he's-the-funniest-man-alive tone. Does that dumb little ₕᵤₕ ₕᵤₕ ₕᵤₕ when he's especially proud of the fuckery that just came from his mouth. Then gives a look that says "they'll never believe you" and walks off.

And when he has his mask off when it's just him and the boys, he gets this little quirk in his lips as he comes up with a new one and gets ready to deliver it. And if he receives an equally hilarious unbearable one back, his lips will stretch into a rare, crooked downturned smile, a tiny flash of his teeth— barely noticeable— showing through a small part in his lips, where scarring has given them an irregular shape and they don't quite seal together.

Or sometimes (usually) he'll receive an exasperated, agonized groan from Johnny, and his nose will scrunch slightly, eyes crinkling and the corners of his lips twitch, and he's so satisfied with himself that Johnny can't even be mad.

Other times, it'll be with a completely straight face, voice devoid of all emotion as he spells out yet another twisted pun and Johnny pinches the bridge of his nose and wonders what the hell is going through Simon's mind when he says shit like this. ("this one's great, I should say it. I'm gonna say it. I'm saying it.")

Johnny is his usual victim, and occasionally Kyle, so they're somewhat used to it, but the first time he drops one of these on the captain???

John thinks he's lost his fucking marbles and later checks Simon's file to make sure he didn't have any flags in any recent military-mandated therapy appointments or psyche-evals.

Johnny and Simon will be quietly coexisting together, like sitting in Simon's barracks while Simon does his tedious post-mission paperwork and Johnny attempts to nap on Simon's bed. Except he can't fucking nap because as soon as he begins to drift off, Simon's clearing his throat and Johnny just fucking knows it's coming.

"Don't," he'll try to say, but Simon's already opened his mouth to speak, it's happening.

"What do you call kids in the military?" No response. "......Infantry."

Johnny promptly stuffs Simon's pillow over his head, huffs, and considers chucking the pillow at the other man's thick skull.

NSFW:

When there's finally a moment of privacy and Johnny is balls deep and patiently waiting for Simon to give the go-ahead to move, but then Simon pauses and catches Johnny's eyes and Johnny will give him a "please no" expression, but then Simon's lips twitch and his mouth opens and— Oh, oops! Sorry Simon, Johnny didn't mean to move his hips like that and ruin your definitely-hilarious joke and replace it with such a scandalous sound.

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he's so funny I love him. this is probably out of character to some people, but it just scratches my brain.

[roots-symphony]

do you think the reason agatha’s trial felt weird is because she was the only one who did not actually buy into the mythos of the road since she knew the truth? like that was why no perspective change and all the other reasons why people thought it was a fake trial

[magicallydelicious4me]

COD 141 and beauty spots that you can nibble. Hrmph...inspired by a beautiful man with a beauty spot I wanna nibble on every time I see it. This wasn't supposed to be this long, but I guess I'm yearning to give out some love bites so it is what it is.

Gaz's beauty spot is somewhere just above his top lip. Adorable, just like every inch of the rest of him. It sits closer to the corner of his mouth and you remember it being one of the first things you noticed on his lovely face when you met him at that sandwich place near your workplace. While you've started aiming your little pecks (and licks) there as a habit, Gaz is now trained to present that beauty spot to you first when you go in to give him his kisses. He deserves every single one. You were also kind enough to let him know he had a matching spot hidden away elsewhere. He particularly enjoys when you kiss that one, oh how his eyes glow when you do.

Johnny's beauty spot sits right on his left cheekbone and you swear it's just as animated as the rest of his face is. It catches your attention when he's annoying you in bed first thing in the morning. He really leaves you with no other choice but to go in and bite the apple of his cheek (affectionately) to discipline him, but the moment he feels your teeth press down gently he can't hold his laughter. Then you're both laughing and the kisses start, and then the tasting starts and before you know it he's filling you so good. Why? Because you're his sweetest girl. His one and only. Bite him all you like, bonnie.

Simon's scarred face is so beautiful and sacred to you. When he first revealed it to you, several months into your relationship, you were thrilled to see a faint sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of his nose and spread across his cheeks. Your man is so big, it's hard to give each freckle the love it deserves often. So when you have him on his back, and he's holding your hips so you can ride him properly, you give them their attention then. You make sure to lean over, pressing on him skin to skin and you kiss each one. Naming them as you go, of course. Delighting when his big body shakes with his adoring chuckles underneath you.

John's beauty spot is usually hidden by his beard, but when he comes home one day having been forced to shave to receive treatment for a wound, you catch sight of it. You coo over it, over him, babying him and dragging him down on top of you on your couch so you can both watch the HGTV show you had on. You begin to scratch your nails lightly over his scalp, ignoring his initial huffing and puffing. He soon falls asleep stretched out on top of you, his heavy head cradled on your chest. Some time later that night, you wake to him carrying you up to your bed. He then lays you down and proceeds to make love to you so tenderly, you don't know what to do with yourself by the time he gets you off for the last time before spilling inside of you. Both of your groans bounce off the walls of your bedroom, and as you wind down and the silence of a late night envelopes you both, you tell him the secret you'd been waiting to share with him since he'd come home.

Fast forward a year and a half, there's a chubby baby with a beauty spot on his face in the exact same spot as his father, gurgling happily in your arms. You press tender kisses on his beauty spot, savouring his fresh baby smell and those precious giggles. Then you turn to his father, and press a kiss on the same spot because it's all you can reach if you're both standing. Unless you ask him to bend over (not in that way, you complain rolling your eyes), of course. And he huffs a laugh, kissing your forehead with a tenderness that (to this day) makes you want to cry. It's just so good.

[chaika-jpeg-shitpost]

Joseph, just like Chika, had someone weak and helpless in his care. However, when the threat of death from starvation drove him into a corner, he refused to abandon the one he promised to protect. Unlike Chika

[iboatedhere]

Starting it off early because I’ve been a little MIA for the last few turns because I’ve been having a writing related breakdown working on other things 🙂

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Sometimes, they’re both grown and Henry happens upon Alex on the beach at midnight. Alex always faces the sea, his trousers rolled up as the waves gently lap at his ankles, a breeze ruffling his hair as the moonlight falls across his bare shoulders, golden tan from the sun. Henry always calls for him, and Alex never turns until he’s close enough to touch and when he does, his beautiful face is twisted with rage. His key is back around his neck and there’s suddenly a sword in his hand and when he presses it to Henry’s throat, there’s nothing Henry can do to stop it.

Henry always wakes with his mouth tasting of metal while his hands clutch desperately at his throat.

Then there are the nights, which are few and far between, where the nightmare feels more like a continuation of Henry’s fondest and most secret daydreams, when Alex comes to him as he’s reading in bed. Henry’s ready to turn the page when his door opens and Alex steps in, his shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest and he doesn’t hesitate when he puts one knee on the end of the bed and crawls up Henry’s body.

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