#some parents literally shave their child's head

[dennogra]

in germany we literally have warning signs at kindergarten if someone has lice and everyone frantically braids hair and uses tea-tree oil (?) to get rid of them as quickly as possible

filipino here and i once came across a tiktok abt an american comforting others abt the prospect of having lice. which is MIND BOGGLING to me since filipinos literally pick lice out in the open during recess or even on the sidewalk. even hair stylists dgaf if u have lice

so anyway answer my poll

[unproduciblesmackdown]

skinamarble hornets, i was like i hope my favorite skinamascene has been uplomarinked on youtube....reminds me of that season one marble hornets entry that's the First House Visit and how i saw it described somewhere as like "absolutely nothing happens, & it's terrifying" & it reminds me of the torment of watching as the series was released & Every Time something came out, no matter what happened in like setting, atmosphere, plot, scares, there'd be someone going "ugh another Nothing entry" over the most crucial &/or enjoyable shit so long as it didn't feature [& he's cookin hot dogs on the stove???] & didn't feature it like every other minute for good measure. as though a format that is predictable, like the promise of the same kind of scene in the same intervals of timing, would actually be scary or at all interesting. shoutout to these the entries, or even intervals of time within entries, where "absolutely nothing happens" and it's called suspense in knowing it Could, tension in an unsafe, uneasy, unsettling situation in the meantime, & then also potential followup recontextualization that only creates more tension for later similar material. ("absolutely nothing" happens (of course, actually, things happen, but) in the skinamarink scene save for the literal last few seconds when the "jumpscare" is a very brief change in audio & visuals which is neither actually that loud nor like showing anything scary(tm) (technically a la marble hornets i think people say you can like see an arm extend for a nanosecond but i never catch it if so lol) but rather hits at all because of 8 minutes of suspense & tension & Nothing Happening But It Could) (also bravely standing up like "it's fine that skinamarink has some jumpscares, including the obvious few even jumpier than this" like who cares if it's "easy" necessarily & also that Knowing such startlement can happen ramps up the tension even when it didn't, but it could've. like so)

[corkinavoid]

I'm pretty sure this has been done before (and several times), but brain going brrr, so

DPxDC John Constantine's How To: Ghost Kids

Bruce doesn't even get to say anything when the door to his study opens with a slam against the wall, and before he knows it, he gets an armful of kids. As in, a bouquet of them.

"I'm so done," John Constantine breathes out, raspy and exhausted, looking like a trainwreck incarnate. Granted, the man always looked like one, but right now, the effect has been greatly worsened. The dark circles under John's eyes are, in fact, black, and it looks like he hasn't shaved in at least a week.

Bruce looks down to the small gaggle of children in his lap that he caught in his hands by sheer reflex.

All three of them look up at him with identical, sky blue eyes. They could be twins if it was not for their obviously different ages - the girl looks no older than three, while the boys are probably around five and six.

The older boy scrunches his nose. The girl pouts, but it looks directed at Constantine rather than at him.

Bruce looks back to John, a silent question in his eyes.

"They are- Well, not mine, for starters," the man begins, placing his hands on the table right over the sheets and documents, and leans on it, hanging his head down. Then, he raises one hand up and waves it in the air, "Not yours either, thank the Gods for that." He takes a deep breath.

Bruce's eyebrows raise all the way up to his hairline. The girl starts trying to wiggle out of his hands, but the middle boy holds her back, keeping her in Bruce's lap. She pouts harder.

"And you've brought them here why?" Bruce breaks the stretched out silence, gently repositioning the kids into a more comfortable hold. John raises his head up at him, and the magician's eyes look straight up pleading.

"You're the only person I know of who is, one, a parent, two, acquainted with supernatural, three, a man of great patience, and four, owes me a favor." Constantine lists off reasons that don't really make sense all together, especially regarding kids. Then he thinks for a moment and adds, "Five, owes a shitton of liquor."

"John, what-"

"Listen, I've been dealing with them for a week, I'm at my limit," Constantine interrupts him, desperate and close to whining, "I haven't slept in more than three consecutive hours for days. I don't remember the last time I ate. Or took a shower."

Yes, Bruce can see that. Or, rather, smell it. But that answers none of his questions as to who, why, and how.

"I would kill for a bath," John admits, like it's some sort of a secret. The middle boy opens his mouth, but Constantine points an accusing finger at him, "No, the puddle of melted ghost ice does not count for a bath. And don't come at me with your death puns."

The child rolls his eyes but closes his mouth back and slumps. Bruce resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose, but only because he is holding three kids. His hands are full, quite literally.

"John, I need you to explain," he asks, somewhere between a demand and a careful inquiry. Because, really, the man looks on the brink of losing his sanity, that much is evident. Bruce might not like the man, but he can at least partially sympathize with dealing with kids.

His bare minimum of sympathy - and isn't it a bizarre thought, emotionally sympathizing with John Constantine of all people - does not ease his growing worry and irritation. The girl starts trying to get out of his hold again.

John takes a very deep breath, holds it, and then-

"I stole them," he says, looking Bruce dead in the eye, with a sense of resigned, if a bit unhinged, determination. And, before Bruce is able to ask literally anything else, he keeps going, "Their parents are shit, a branch of government is out for their guts - as in, literal guts - there was- there is a backdoor to the afterlife in their basement, and also they are dead and because of some Realms fuckery and their spiritual granddad being a huge pain in the ass, they are all wrong ages."

Bruce blinks. Then blinks again. Processing that sentence turns out to be a lot harder than he estimated.

The oldest kid in his lap gives John a middle finger, nearly sneering. The girl starts snickering, somehow making it soundless.

"Oh, and they are under a silence charm because if I hear one more references to fucking Ghostbusters I will shoot myself," Constantine finishes matter-of-factly.

Distantly, Bruce wonders if John can make that spell into some sort of an amulet. God knows, Dick really needs one sometimes. Steph does, too. And Jason. Actually, all of them need one.

He looks over the kids again. They don't seem scared or unsettled, neither by the fact they are sitting in a lap of a stranger nor by Constantine's bullet point version of a summary to their lives. They mostly just look annoyed and grumpy, and a bit embarrassed in case of the middle boy.

Bruce sighs and decides to start somewhere.

"Do they have names?"

[part 2 ->]

[lastflowerofyourhouse]

something i like about nona's family is that they're so like, almost a perfect little nuclear family, and then just. not.

like. pyrrha is "the person who works for her" but also the one who makes breakfast and does the dishes. she's a woman quite literally posessing the body of a cis man and really leaning into the look, honorarily trans in both directions, working construction and shaving in the mornings and braiding nona's hair before school.

and then there's camilla, her...nagging wife? troublemaking older child? roomate who she barely gets along with? the fact that palamedes shares this role is doubly weird. he's a man literally posessing the body of a cis woman, and they're both pyrrha's nagging wife/problem child/roomate. i don't personally believe that anything explicitly or overtly sexual was happening between her and either of them, but i completely understand where people who think that are coming from. and it's fucking weird (affetionate?).

even nona occupies a weird place in this dynamic. like. pyrrha is definitely a parent to her but camilla, who takes a much more active role in her daily life, is...idk. nona has a crush on her and wants to marry her and adopt dogs. camilla's feelings for nona are more parental or older-sisterly, in that she cares for her and wants to protect her, and if her feelings are more complicated than that, it's because of the obvious aspects of the situation which make her extremely sad and apprehensive of the future. her affection for nona seems relatively simple.

and then there's palamedes, who is in theory another parental figure (see: camilla's "i'll talk to your mother later" face, or pyrrha's "you're going to make someone a really irritating wife one day, sextus"), but in nona's view of things he seems like something more along the lines of an older sibling, or perhaps a cool uncle, which is funny because pyrrha arguably treats him more like a spouse than she does camilla.

it's all just so fucking weird and jumbled up on itself. pyrrha will kiss camilla on the head and say "i'll be home for dinner, dear," and then turn around and call both her and nona "daddy's own treasures" (don't get me started). she'll kiss palamedes and camilla both on the mouth and tell them she loves them. she'll tell them she didn't love them well, or even wholesomely, and she won't explain what she means by wholesome.

alecto calls her "mother and father." alecto tells her she should've given into her urges and eaten them.

palamedes and camilla are second cousins and queerplatonic and married and the same person and by the start of the book the lines between them are already dissolving.

nona is so so young and she's so so old and she's not so much younger than camilla and she's older than pyrrha can even comprehend and some days she needs help getting her shirt over her head.

and most importantly they all love each other. it's a weird and confused and unhealthy love. it's a love full of tension and annoyance and fear. it's a love that wants very badly to fit a category and can't. but it's love it's love it's love and even when it's over even when it has nowhere left to go it's not gone it can't be gone. it's over it's done you can't take loved away.

[lovekabaneri]

B-list move villain Shockwave

I have read a lot on the TF Mecha AU from @keferon and other authors and it is very awesome and addicting to read through all the stories and ideas. Shockwave is badass, I admit it, he's also OP and very intimidating. I love that but as good as Shockwave is like that, let me share my idea: a silly comic book mad scientist Shockwave! Kind of like Doc Oc from Spiderman's old comics or Dr. Membrane from Invader Zim.

I imagined him as an amalgamation of human, machine and alien tech that only listens to the government because they are his enablers and he doesn't have to waste time dealing with the law anymore. Imagine he starts as an ordinary-looking guy that was a genius child but his parents completely ignored that along with straight As, he also liked to examine roadkill, cut up small animals and even hook up dead frogs and electrocuting them to see them move. So, he is a mad genius with no morals and qualms about unethical experimentation. He's even grafted himself with alien tech!

Imagine this absolute unit of a man - over 2 meters tall with all the augmentations on his body. Robot legs that go *thud* with each step, robotic arms, one bigger and looking deadly, cables sticking out of ports on his back and connecting to the larger arm. A large, high-tech yellow, glowing safety visor that looks like one huge eye and no one knows whether it is removable or he completely replaced his eyes with. The sides of his head are shaved because there are antennae sticking straight out of his skull. Antennae he uses to send signals directly from his brain and even control a small army of purple robots that do his bidding and are also his eyes around the facility. He is very intimidating, yet his personality is silly!

As cool as evil, cruel Shockwave can be, the goofy villain Shockwave is peak. He could be standing there, in the corner, looking menacingly! I did take inspiration from the comics. I forgot which one exactly, but I read a scene where the Decepticons end up on the bottom of the sea after they crash on Earth. Shockwave and Soundwave go out and see all the fish and even whales swimming around. They are both amazed by the sight and I kid you not, Shockwave's reaction was literally: "This is so beautiful. This place is full of life!" places a servo on Soundwave's shoulder "I can't wait to plunder all of it and use it for my research!" eager one-eyed look and Soundwave just looked at him without a word, probably thinking 'WTF?! We woke up not even an hour ago, man!'

He could be totally unhinged and everyone would be terrified because no one would know what he could do next. Imagine Shockwave, going out and seeing the beautiful sunrise and newly slain aliens from the last attack. Going "Ah, what a beautiful sight! The perfect weather to cut up some aliens and use their flesh and blood to further my research!" while thanking a slurp from his morning coffee, preferably from a funny mug with some math/biology joke "For humanity, I mean." He says as an afterthought to a new intern that's looking at him with a very disturbed expression. If he's regular cruel and evil, they would know how to act, if he's goofy evil, they'd be scared to be near him in case he takes interest in you out of nowhere! He has a collection of giant fluffy slippers he puts on his metal legs and they make a *squeak* noise when he walks through his apartment, he sleeps in roadkill/dissection themed nightgowns or anatomically accurate organ shirts. He has a collection of science pun mugs he got from his minion as gifts.

Oh, he also has an Igor, well...sort of, it's just an intern that got in the field because his father is rich, but the intern is dumb, spoiled rich kid but he's surprisingly good at pulling levers dramatically!

"Pull the lever, Kevin!" - Shockwave says, staying way out of the potential blast radius in case something goes horribly wrong and the alien head he hooked up to the machine decides to explode or bite something.

Kevin has no forward thinking, so he's very often just standing there in the splash zone when something blows up. Surprisingly, he's the only intern that lasted long enough under Shockwave to become his official henchman- I mean assistant. He calls him 'Master Shockwave' sometimes. No one likes Kevin, so they just leave him with the mad scientist, yet Kevin always survives and he's so unfit for experiments and so dumb that Shockwave doesn't even want him as a test subject.

And that's what makes 'silly villain Shockwave' scarier, because he could be just walking casually, tapping at some buttons on his robotic arm's holo screen, then he perks up, beelines to an unsuspecting recruit. He startles the heck out of them and goes "What do you think about being featured in my new research papers? I just looked through your medical results and your I-bC levels are just perfect!". And before anybody knows, that recruit has been 'reassigned' and no one know if it will be lucky or not to see him again. Some of the more religious staff carry rosaries and crosses to which they pray whenever Shockwave passes by without an issue.

[creampuffqueen]

tell us about the tlok gen 2 kids

ask and you shall receive!!!! making fankids is such an obsession of mine lol

so i have futures and kids planned out for pretty much everyone, but i'll just go over the main krew ships + kainora for now. and i'll try to keep it kind of brief but i have So Many thoughts about them so we'll see if i'm successful. i have like. an entire labelled timeline. it's wild

under a cut because this got so long holy crap

the easiest to start with is the bopal kids. they get married a couple years after the end of tlok and start having kids pretty soon after. they end up with four kids (somewhat considering adding a fifth but we'll see. there's already so many ocs)

their eldest is jade, who is an earthbender. then they have a pair of identical twin boys, named san and goji. san is named after bolin's father. san is an airbender, goji is an earthbender. their fourth child is a girl named tempa, who is an airbender. she actually ends up becoming blind later in life. not whatever toph had, as she was born seeing, but she had some degenerative disease that slowly took her eyesight. she actually ends up developing a technique similar to seismic sense, but with airbending, to help her get around! she keeps her head fully shaved so she can always feel vibrations in the air

the next up to have kids is, surprisingly, kai and jinora. this was not intentional on their part. but they've been dating since they were like 12-13, so i honestly don't think it's much of a stretch that they would end up becoming parents as teenagers. pema and tenzin are a bit upset that their daughter got pregnant at 17, but at this point they've accepted kai into the family, and they respect the young couple's decision to keep and raise the baby

and then after they have their first baby, they decide that they're going to hold off on getting married until their family is complete, so all their kids can be a part of the wedding. like bolin and opal, they end up having four kids as well. all of them are airbenders. their first born is a boy named sangye, second is another boy named tadashi, third is a girl named zaya, and fourth is a girl named tara. it's the jinora and tenzin parallels for me lol. two boys, two girls, four airbenders. despite their young age they are very good parents

then we have the korrasami babies. they have the smallest family, with just two kids. i did some research and as it turns out, sperm donation/artificial insemination procedures were a thing in the 1920s. of course they were WILDLY unethical at the time but hey, they did exist. this is how they end up with their kids. mako is the donor, which i know some people may find that weird but mako is their best friend, i feel like they would rather have a donor that they know and trust than just. some random guy

korra is pregnant with their first baby, who they name katara. she's a waterbender. asami is pregnant with their second baby, a little boy they name hiro, after asami's dad. hiro is a nonbender. they are literally the best moms ever <3

and last but not least, we have wuko's kids. for the longest time they are the cool, childless gay uncles. i think they're both really good with kids, but neither are ready to be parents for a long time. not to mention in my timeline it takes a solid ten years for wu to get the new democratic earth kingdom up and running smoothly enough that he can abdicate. and even after he abdicates and he and mako get married, they're still unsure about kids for a few more years. when they do decide to have kids, they both for sure want to adopt. i have a whole separate post i could make about mako quitting the police force to become a social worker and opening up a youth shelter. but he knows he wants to help out kids, so hopefully none suffer the way he and bolin did. wu does not want to have any bio kids, as he wants the royal bloodline to end with him so there is no possible claim to any kind of throne

but then korra and asami are like 'hey, if you guys want a baby, we're cool with helping out' because i mean mako already helped them have their family, they can do the same for him and wu. and since they're offering, mako and wu decide to take them up on it. korra ends up being a surrogate for them, and they welcome a little baby girl that they name naoki, for mako's mom

then, soon after naoki is born, they end up finding a trio of very young sisters out on the streets. their mother passed away, their father walked out on them, and they have no other family. the eldest girl is only 8 years old. when mako meets her it feels like he's looking into a window at his past self. the girls are very frightened, but mako and wu are able to earn their trust enough to help them out. and in the process of caring for them, they end up totally falling in love with these kids. they ask them if they want to be adopted. all three say yes

the girls are named kasumi, ryoko, and hikari. all three are firebenders. naoki also ends up being a firebender. there's so many firebenders in the wuko house. i'm also spreading my girldad mako agenda. him and wu taking these girls in and giving them a family is actually super emotionally healing for him. he's able to make sure another set of siblings out on the steet has a family

anyway that's a very basic rundown!! i love chatting about my next gen kiddos so so much so thanks for asking! and of course if anyone has any questions about specific kids or families please feel free to ask!!!

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud Across the Multiverse: Feeling Blue

Capsule Corp was nothing if not an ambitious company when it came to radical ideas and innovations. Case in point it’s new residential space station,made in conjunction and collaboration with the galactic patrol to function as a sort of intergalactic hotel resort. Because if people were going to ascent and spread themselves out through the stars, it didn’t hurt to consider a possible tourist industry after all. But if you were to ask Krillin, it was pretty much going to be a glorified love motel, why else would Bulma have “volunteered” him for this gig? And of course 18 was all for it, giving her persomal seal of approval when she saw a picture of the partner he’d have joining him in inspecting and testing the quality control of the rooms. So of course his luck naturally somehow wound up in the room that would function as the honeymoon suite for newly weds. The window displaying a grand view of the cosmos and the earth outside, giving the interior an ethereal glow. Sitting on the edge of the bed, having somehow been convinced to strip down to his boxers as he faced his inspection partner, struggling to look anywhere but at her, which was challenging enough given her current state of nudity! Liara T’Soni, an Asari, who were all female species capable to getting impregnated with men and women of any species capcanle of sexual intercourse and reproduction, and designed galactic patrol rep for her people did som sensual yoga stretches, laying it all bare before him literally and figuratively, suffice to say,she was a sensual work of erotic art.

Krillin:*blushing,a grimaced expression on his face as he held a pillow over his boxers clad crotch for obvious reasons. He wouldn’t put it past Bulma and 18 to be watching this via some hidden cameras like the kinky voyeurs they were.* “Uhm You know if you’re even the slightest bit unsure,we don’t have to do this…”

Liara:*a simple,sensual smile,not a hint of shame on her face or in her body language as she finished her nude warm up. Looking at him with those soft blue eyes as she brought her toned ocean blue self closer to him,sitting beside him on the bed s she gently pried the pillo out of his hands. Throwing it aside as she grasped his erection,stroking it through his boxers,turning his face with her free hand to make h him look at her.*”There is no uncertainty or second thoughts about it. After all,what we are about to do is what this rom was designed and intended for and we need make it fulfill its purpose. Should I wind up coming out of this eith a child from you, I hardly see how that’d be a problem. If anything you’d be an ideal parent….now enough talk…”*The moment she left that sentence unfinished,she pressed her lips to his,running him with a sudden kiss. Her tongue invading his mouth to probe away and explore it, as she pressed her body further against his,causing him to fall and lie back on the bed.*

The sudden liplock caught Krillin off guard, on top of how eager since they met thst Liara had been, if here and now had been the perfect excuse for her to get erotically intimate with him. Finding himself responding to her kiss as they wrapped their arms around each other,hers massaging his shoulders and his face,caressing the back of his smooth shaved head. His own feeling her up all over, feeling the firmness of her blue tilts,giving her bubbly booty a squeeze. Making her shudder as she relished him giving into his impulsive desire and sexual instincts as she used her biotic powers to enhance and establish the sensuality between them. Forming a tantric bond that made the growing passion between them skyrocket as her hands moved and ran down along his compact Herculean body, grasping the waistband of his boxers. With a swift tug,they were gone as she gasped and felt his length and girth sprung forth to breathe the open air. Her ass jiggling as she looked over her shoulder at the immense cock that now sandwiched itself between her boot cheeks and her azure slit, the latter gushing with nectar as she jumped and ground against that shaft. Grasping his face in her hands as they locked eyes,giggling to see his face seem to feel like he was having an out of body experience.

Liara:”my oh my,Mr.Krillin,if this were Thessia,many maidens wouldn’t just want You for their first time,they’d want their babies from you for sure. I for one,am looking forward to embracing eternity with you…”*she spoke sensually and enigmatically, as she resumed her make out,causing Krillin to feel like he had fallen into a state of meditation, as if achieving a state of tantric nirvana, about to be everywhere yet nowhere all at once. Liara’s natural asari biotic traits ensuring she and Krillin wouldn’t just make love in bidy,but in mind and soul as well.*

Krillin couldn’t muster the willpower to resist his urges anymore, as liara’s sensual skill and biotic energies worked their wonders on him. Hands grasping and squeezing her blue booty,making those twin meat buns jiggle as she ground and pumped her azure slit against the length and girth of his cock. Lips pressed snd locked with his in a sloppy,tongue fuelled dance as they explored one another’s mouths before the Asari GP agent widened her eyes with shock and awe as Krillin suddenly penetrated her azure with his shaft. The sudden ambush as she felt her womb pierced causing her to feel an orgasm rock her very being. Krillin shuddering as he found he was feeling it, such was the nature of biotics. Asari being naturally born so and being able to mate and reproduce with women meant thst their biotic powers allowed them to establish a psychic connection,feeling one another’s pleasure and sharing orgasms together. For men of course it was a surreal experience given they didn’t have the same parts biologically speaking but they never complained. For Krillin especially,he couldn’t help but ride the sudden wave of momentum from Liara’s biotic orgasm,as he began to pump and thrust away, the Asari bombshell feeling her world,if not her whole universe get rocked. Riding him cowgirl style as her blue bitty jiggled against those mighty balls of of his,gasping as he reached up to squeeze her jiggling blue tits.

Liara:”aaahn,by the maker! You’re amazing Mr.Krillin!! Don’t stop!, yes,this is it…let us continue! Feel the embrace of eternity with me!”* the blue bombshell howled,her dirty talk restrained and lacking obscenities,yet her tone made it clewr how aroused she was,as she placed her hands atop Krillin’s on her tits,caressing them as she confused to bounce and ride on his shaft. Her azure’s inner muscle walls kissing and massaging his jackhammering length and girth as Krillin sat up to kiss her once more. Gladly returning the passionate liplock as their loins continued their ancient primal dance of man and woman, Krillin experiencing first hand why Asari deemed the act of sexual intimacy as embracing eternity.*

indeed the earth man and the Asari beauty embraced eternity as they made sure the honeymoon suite of Bulma’s space station hotel functioned for its intended purpose. The compact Adonis flexing his muscles he explored and enjoyed the familiar yet alien form of liara’s blue bombshell body. The expressions sexual bliss and ecstasy in ehr lovelt fsce,her eyes glowing with pink hesrts as she erotically sang his praises. The feel and sight of her bouncing blue tits and ass a view to behold as they shifted through positions and formed a bond between them in the name of erotic diplomacy. The Asari hottie unable to keep count of her orgasms but relishing each and every moment he had his. The taste of his seed as it flooded her mouth and dazzled her taste buds to the rush of it flooding her ass and her womb,a thrilling sensation. One she didn’t want to cease in the slightest as she relished each and every single second her nerves flooded with the rush of,pleasure surging to her brain.

Liara:”Aahn don’t stop,don’t stop!!”*currently held up against a wall,arms and legs draped around the short king’s compact powerful shoulders,her blue skin glistening as he pumoed and hammered away into her sloppy wet azure. The length and girth not just hitting her G spot but the entire alphabet. The room illuminated by the celestial lights of the cosmos is outside, the stars and the moon giving their primal mating an ethereal atmosphere.*

Certainly eternity was no doubt how long Liara wanted this to last, as she became erotically,intimately acquainted with Krillin’s virility and stamina. His sexual prowess putting any prior male lovers to shame as they performed a veritable kama sutra of pornography. The honeymoon suite’s walls echoing with their moans as she was bent and pressing up against the window. Her blue tits rubbing against the glass as he held one of her leg up in a 90 degree split,plowing away into her azure as their mixed juices rained down into a growing puddle on the floor. To throwing the bedsheets into disarray as she was taken from behind doggy style, her blue booty jiggling and her her tits swaying as his heavy balls swung with the momentum,smacking her clit as Krillin found his mInd and bidy entering the Non state. Tantric energy filling his being,focusing on bringing Liara to pleasure over over,making love not simply to her body,but her very heart,mind and soul. The two becoming lost in their own little world,as th secret hidden cameras caught each and every last single second.

Back on earth,in th persomal quarters of Bulma Briefs,she and and 18 sat in silky bathrobes,clinking their glasses of champagne as the 70 inch plasma screen tv played the transmission from the honeymoon suite. The Pervy genius and the bombshell cyborg knew arranging for Liara and Krillin to get some quality time would b good,but this was erotic gold,platinum even. They knew the Asari was more than eager and willing but to think she had such skill and experience to be able to handle Krillin like this? As they took a glance to the Manila folder envelope,a few pictures spilling out of numerous exotic alien women visible as the lair of fellow Krillin stud club members (the founder and president,who was which was debatable) knew she wouldn’t be the first or last alien hottie to get the Krillin experience. The universe would see a future filled with chestnut children and it would be glorious.

[d20unfuckability]

Garthy Propaganda

(omitting only the many, many "need i elaborate?"/"it's self-explanatory" with no other comment on them responses, the only edits i've made to these are correcting a couple instances of misgendering and misspelled names)

"Over in the corner, you guys see what must be Garthy O'Brien. They're a tall, muscular, half orc aasimar. They're shirtless with a few accents of thin lined, geometric tattoo work around their wrists and biceps, as well as some floral tattoos on their midsection. They wear no shirt, but elaborate fabric-heavy harem pants and fine boots with like a myriad of like belts and straps and all that kind of stuff. Their head is shaved at the sides and back. Little flop of black hair on top. The irises are shimmering metallic gold. So it's like a halo superimposed on a jet black eye. They also have accented that by metallic silver makeup on their lips and a little around their eyes. You see that they have a massive two handed scimitar behind them that has a lot of like, gold rings, sort of stamped into the back of the blade. And there are gold rings jangling on the back of it. You also see that they have scars on their chest, as though they have gotten some kind of surgery, that they have like, disguised a little bit with some of those geometric celestial tattoos."

"first time i ever considered Brennan attractive"

"Nonbinary people are objectively hot especially when they have golden celestial tattoos also the voice Brennan does for them radiates comfort"

"HAVE YOUSEEN TJEM"

"This is self explanatory I feel like. Goddamn they're so fucking hot"

"Obviously? Their whole thing is like, angel succubus and also everything else, 10/10"

"They’re suave, they’re sexy, and I’d risk it all for them."

"They are the most pansexual sexy mother fucker in all of D20, frankly I don't blame Sandra Lynn, I would fuck them too and I don't think my wife would even be mad"

"i had to submit a second form because i cannot believe i forgot them. GOD they’re so hot. i’ve derived entire OCs just so i could create a character in their universe that had a SLIVER of a chance of getting with them. i don’t even have WORDS for how hot they are just pure unbridled unthinking lust. and you KNOW they’re a good fuck too. like they KNOW what they’re doing. sandra lynn didn’t cheat on jawbone for shit sex, like that questionable choice was arguably worth it."

"they’re a pirate, they’re trans, what more can you ask for"

"Sandra Lynn and I have some stuff in common"

"I have eyes and a pulse??? sexy non-binary pirate with the biggest dick energy on the planet…. sweet Jesus……."

"This is entirely self explanatory I feel, but they have to be the single hottest NPC Brennan has ever done. They're live in a pirate city! You might also get to fuck Sandra Lynn and/or Jawbone if they're down! They'd be infinitely respectful of you! There are no Ls here."

"I’m asexual (??? maybe just ace-spec, who knows) but I once had a dream about Garthy that was the closest I’ve ever gotten (and probably the closest I ever will get) to a sex dream. Also I made a compilation of literally every single word they speak because I’m so obsessed with their voice (I don’t want to post it on main for reasons, but I’m considering making a sideblog just to post it…would you reblog it if I tagged you 👀👀)"

"EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM"

"I think I’m mostly just in love with Brennan saying ‘Lovey’"

"CANONICALLY fuckable. just ask jack brakkow"

"Smooth, silver tongued, confident, they know how to take care of their patrons and partners alike. Flirty, fun, hot."

"see. we all know they're hot and fuckable and cool as hell. we all know this"

"Yes."

"Pansexual hedonist, plus that accent"

"It’s the voice (also everything else they do)"

"intelligent, considerate, and nonbinary"

"the voice, the gender, the everything"

"Nonbinary. hot."

"The origin of Night yorb is their name. Orc satanist. Gnc. Buisness owner. The child and parent of ayda (my beloved.) But most of all they just got it going on. Milkshakes to the yard and all that"

"this is honestly objectively true. gold gardens. they’re just fuckable. their art? their tattoos? that fucking accent?????????? beautiful handsome attractive kind"

"They’re just. Hot. The pirate theme is smth but also just, they’re shirtless and full of good fashion honestly I would kill for the chance"

"they are a truly GORGEOUS individual, and their fashion sense is second to none. Garthy seems to be a bit of a cheeky flirt to be sure, but they're also a deeply caring & emotionally tuned-in person, & I reckon their foreplay & aftercare game goes buckwild. 10/10 would love to have a several-week-long pleasure binge at the Gold Gardens after a hard year's adventuring. They've got a 21 in charisma & if you didn't realise that just seeing them for the first time, you'll know it for sure after your first night with them! ;)"

"have you seen them. their whole thing is fucking people. HAVE YOU SEEN THEM. canonically fucks incredibly well"

"Look they run a brothel and they've had sex with both parts of a monogamous couple they know what to do ok. And their vibes are so comforting I love them. And also they're hot."

"Their whole deal + Descended from celestials specialized in fucking people into being decent."

[joleneghoul]

a mini rant about gender, body modification, and the ego of parents

i saw something about an article (i was at work so didn't save it, my bad) that was by like a mother saying that her child (an adult i believe) ruined his life and disrespected her by getting a tattoo and how the language used in that article mirrors what is often the modern sentiment from parents when their children come out as trans and undergo operations or medical care.

and I think about how I wasn't really allowed to decide anything for myself in regards to my body until I was an adult. I mean if we want to go to a more extreme it took me 5 years (from childhood) to convince my mom after asking over and over to cut my hair short (and even then it was shoulder length). and Hair grows back. And I was made to come to an agreement that if I had short hair I had to pierce my ears (a permanent body modification) RIGHT AFTER to look "more feminine" or it wasn't allowed. Which I did.

I have multiple piercings and multiple tattoos now that are purely my choice, I shave my hair when i want because I can (though that was very scary the first time I did it). But I notice when i Do/have these things they get assigned meanings by my family that arent true. they will tell other people false meanings of my tattoos and false reasons I shave my head.

I think parents do this only because they think the literally own their childrens bodies. Parents often wont show the same control/hate over other peoples choices that they do of their even adult children. and im speaking as an adult whos been in that situation all my life. not every parent says that outloud, I've had it said to my face so I know its true, but even if that wasn't the case I could tell!

(often)Anytime people do something to change their bodies their parents see that as an attack on themselves for some reason. idk its all so weird.

[blooming-violets]

💔 heart break headcanon

I sat with this ask for quite a few days now. I thought it over whenever I went into my daydream world. I had about fifty ideas come and go but none stuck like I wanted.

Until tonight thanks to this picture of Andrew:

Time for some modern day, superhero Romeo and Juliet.

Let's do this!

Wilson Fisk, New York City's most powerful businessman, infamous crime lord, one of the most feared men in the state, mayor of the city...or as you like to call him...dad. He has his hands in every inch of this city and puppets it to his will. His extensive wealth is spent on spoiling his wife (your mother), Vanessa, and his only child (you). His businesses activities were not exactly something that was hidden from you. Both parents made it clear that danger followed your father wherever he went. You knew he was into shady business. One doesn't get power and wealth like he has without stepping on people on the way up the ladder.

Your life was spent inside a protective bubble. Privacy was not something you were used to. Armed guards followed you wherever you went, your internet activity was heavily monitored, and you were never allowed to have friends.

Your childhood was spent by your mother's side instead. She home schooled you, took you to museums, and gave you as much knowledge about the world as she could. She instilled her love and appreciation for art into you at a young age. Lucky for you, the city was crawling with art museums. The first place you were ever allowed to go alone (as alone as you could get with two body guards trailing behind you) was to The Metropolitan Museum of Art. It became one of your favorite places. Your happy place.

On this particular evening, you were wondering through the MET, making a straight line towards one of your favorite pieces of art work. Tonight, there was a young man standing in front of it. You pushed up beside him to admire the work together, craving any kind of human interaction you could get.

"Isn't it beautiful?" You asked him. "The Dissolute Household. Jan Steen is the master of creating the perfect depiction of domestic chaos."

The man turned his head to look at you with curiosity. His face was scruffed with stubble like he'd forgotten to shave this past week. He wore a red beanie to hide the overgrown, greasy hair poking out from under the brim. Dark bags deepened his bright brown eyes. He seemed to take in your outfit in comparison to his own. You were well dressed and put together, perfect posture, not a single hair out of place. The epitome of wealth and class. Meanwhile he looked like he shuffled in from an overnight bender and couldn't remember how he ended up in the museum but was just going with the flow to not draw attention to himself.

He gave you a weary smile, "I wasn't sure why I stopped at this one but I found it hard to look away."

"Steen is good at holding the observer's attention because there is so much to look at. That's him, in the painting, and his wife. It depicts a variety of sinful acts happening. He's lacing fingers with the maid behind his wife's back, his wife is clearly intoxicated, a bible is being trampled on the ground, there's broken bottles and food strewn about, someone is warding off the beggar at the door. Chaos and merriment all around. And above all of them hangs a literal basket full of future misfortune like a terrible fate hovering over their heads. The items in the basket promise poverty, disease, and bad luck. Steen enjoyed painting commentary into his work. Everyone always looks so happy amongst the chaos even with the darkness of reality hanging above them."

You never had chaos in your life. Everything was controlled and quiet.

The craziest thing to happen to you was when you were 13 and your mother woke you from a sound sleep. The two of you had to evacuate the house into a private helicopter and be flown to the airport. You heard shooting happening in the hallway as you ran but you never actually saw where it was coming from. The two of you then spent the next year in a beautiful home in Sicily. When you were finally able to return back to the city, your father had set up new, stricter measures of security. No one ever told you what happened that day and that kind of thing never happened again. Despite being terrified in the moment, it was the most excitement you'd ever experienced in your entire lifetime. Sometimes you longed to feel that again.

"I never really looked at art too deeply before," the man mumbled. He was quiet, speaking as if he was in a library, afraid to be scolded by a rude librarian. "At least not paintings. I'm more of a photography kind of guy."

Whoever he was, he was attractive in his own grimy kind of way. You found yourself wanting to lean in closer to hang onto every word he spoke. You'd never had a boyfriend before. Once you flirted with one of the younger guards assigned to you. You hooked up with him in a coat closet at a fancy party. That was your first and only time being intimate with someone. When your father found out, that guard disappeared from your life. You liked to pretend that he was just let go and fired but you knew the darker truth. That man was no longer alive.

You wanted to know this new stranger even with the threat of death hanging over his head. You needed excitement. You craved the idea of having someone to love. So, you introduced yourself. First name only. Last name's were off limits. He smiled. It was a nice smile. And told you his name was Peter.

The two of you spent the rest of the evening wondering around the museum together. You insisted on showing him all your favorite works. He would listen intently, like he really cared what you had to say, while you over explained every little bit of knowledge you had on each piece. You could tell he was hyper aware of the two men following behind you everywhere you went. Even if they were dressed in civilian clothes, it was obvious they stood out as your personal bodyguards. It was even more obvious when you leaned in extra close to Peter while he unleashed his own knowledge about a particular old photograph you two were staring at and a gruff, pointed cough echoed out behind you, making you immediately jerk back and take a step away from your new friend. They may be here to keep you safe and out of trouble but they were loyal to your father, not to you.

Before you left for the night, you made plans to meet Peter back at the museum next weekend. He asked for your number but you refused to give it to him. Not yet. If you wanted to see him again, you would have to do it carefully. Slowly.

It took two months of weekend museum visits before you worked up the courage to tell your mother about him. You were certain that the guards assigned to you had already informed your father you were meeting a friend every Saturday night. You wouldn't be surprised if he had full intel on every detail about Peter Parker's life neatly stacked into a binder in his office. No one mentioned it to you though so you never brought it up. Until now.

Peter had asked you out to dinner. Up to this point, the two of you had never left the MET property. That was your safe place but you both wanted more.

Bringing up the idea of dating had to be run by your mother first. She was the more reasonable of your parents. She valued romance, loyalty, and love. If anyone could help get your father on your side, it would be her.

It was over dinner in your shared penthouse apartment that you brought it up. Just the two of you...and the security standing outside the room.

"How did you and daddy meet?" You asked, keeping your tone casual.

Vanessa smiled at the memory, "You know this story all too well. I used to tell it you as a bedtime tale when you were a girl."

"I know but I want to hear it again."

"He wandered into my gallery one night. He was very entranced by a particular painting I was trying to sell. The one hanging up in our bedroom. Rabbit in a Snowstorm. I found him standing in front of it, quietly taking it in, and I knew I needed to know more about him. It takes a certain kind of man to appreciate a painting like that."

Funny how her story mirrored so similarly to your own. You pushed your food around your plate with the end of your fork as you hesitantly brought it up, "I met someone. At the museum. He was standing in front of one of my favorite paintings. We got to talking and next thing I know, we've explored the entire building. Head to toe. Every inch of of the place. He seems like an amazing person, mom. He loves listening to me talk about art and I love hearing him explain all the details of photography. I feel like we're on the same wavelength. I want to see more of him. He asked me out to dinner but I told him I would get back to him. You know how daddy can get..."

Vanessa sighed, studying your face and seeing a lovestruck, desperate look gazing back at her. You could tell you won her over with the story of your first meeting. She knew you were in your twenties and never had a chance to date before. You couldn't stay locked in your tower forever. "What's this man's name?" She asked.

"Peter. Peter Parker. He lives in Queens with his aunt. He's been helping take care of her ever since her husband died a bunch of years ago. He's compassionate and kind. He cares about other people. He had a really good heart, I can see it. Please, can you talk to daddy about it. I can't stand the thought of trying to get close to someone only for him to hurt them. I can't let him hurt Peter for being interested in me. That's not fair. I really want this to work out. Please, pretty please, will you talk to him."

And she did. With his begrudging blessing, you were allowed to date Peter.

Peter knew limited details about your life. He didn't know who your parents were or your last name. He just knew that you were the daughter of someone important and that you two needed to be careful. Strangely, he took it all in stride. He never seemed nervous by the fact he was always surrounded by loaded guns or constantly being watched. The potential danger hanging over his head never once phased him. You weren't sure if he was naïvely stupid or just really brave. You liked to think that he didn't care as long it meant he got to stick around you.

He was definitely in a different social class from your family. Peter didn't grow up with wealth. He'd never even left the state of New York before. That shocked you. Your mother and you loved to travel.

You upper class lifestyle was probably the only thing that ever shook him. He seemed to fidget and get uncomfortable the more fancy, high end places you brought him to. He preferred things to be more low key. You'd never stepped foot inside a McDonald's until he brought you there after a date to get McFlurrys. It was surprisingly delicious even if the floors stuck to the bottom of your feet as you walked.

The longer you two spent together, the more you fell in love.

Six months in, you decided it was the right time to tell him more about your life. You were sitting on a bench in the middle of central park. You liked this spot because the men following you had to stand further away and it put you two out of their direct ear shot.

Peter held your hand, his thumb brushing over your palm. You laced your fingers through his.

"I have something to tell you," you both spoke at the exact same time.

After a pause, the two of you broke into laughter.

"You go first," he offered. "Mine can wait."

"Did I ever tell you who my father is?" You knew the answer was no but you asked anyway.

He shook his head and shrugged, "I figured he was probably some politician or something. Someone important. That's why you always those guys following you. They keep you safe so that makes them alright in my book."

You nodded, "Yeah, I guess so. It sucks having them around but I guess they're useful if shit goes south. My dad is Wilson Fisk, you know, the big, giant business man and current mayor of the city. That's why those guys are always around. I thought it was probably time you knew since he invited you to attend our family dinner this weekend. He wants to meet the man I've been spending all my time with."

Peter tensed. He tried to play it off like he wasn't bothered but you noticed. His shoulders hunched and his back stiffened. You watched his jaw clench together and quickly loosen again as he forced a smile.

"Mayor Fisk, huh? He's your father? I didn't even know he had children." His voice was strained.

You slowly nodded, carefully taking your hand out of his grasp to place in your lap, you didn't like the reaction he was giving you. Something was wrong. You glanced over your shoulder to the guards a few few feet away just in case you need their help. "...Just one kid. Me. He likes to keep his family separate from his work and the public eye. There are bad people in the world who want to hurt him so he keeps my mom and I off the television and news as much as he can."

Peter chewed on the inside of his cheek. His shoulders still hadn't relaxed and he refused to look at you. "Why didn't you tell me this sooner?"

"Tell you what? That my dad was the mayor? What does it matter to you? It's not something I go shouting off the rooftops. It's not a big deal. I'm not the mayor. He is."

"Not a big deal?" He gave a stiff, dry laugh. "Do you have any idea the kinds of things that man has done? Your father has caused me-" He cut himself off with a heated grunt of annoyance.

Your brow furrowed and you leaned away from him, "What are you talking about, Peter? Why do you have anything to do with my dad?"

He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again, obviously thinking better of whatever he was planning on saying.

Tears welled up in your eyes at his reaction. You expected him to be mildly shocked or maybe even nervous about having dinner with the mayor but you didn't expect him to get angry as if he had a personal vendetta against your father. Even if he wasn't shouting at you, you knew what silent anger looked like. He was fuming.

"I don't know if I can do this," he huffed, still refusing to look in your direction.

You gave a soft gasp of shock, "What are you talking about? What are you saying?"

"I'm-" he glanced back at the the men who were still oblivious to the conversation being had. "I can't. I don't want to be associated with anyone who ties themselves with Fisk."

"Associated?" You voice heightened, causing your security team to take an interest in what was going on. You quickly lowered your voice again to ward them off. "The only way I'm associated with my father is when we have the occasional family dinner when he can spare the time."

Peter scoffed, "Yeah, right. You'd have to be stupid to not have any idea what shady shit he gets up to? Human trafficking? Drug trafficking? Weapon trafficking? Murder? Anything illegal, take your pick, and Fisk has his hands over it."

This was news to you. You assumed he got his wealth through shady business deals and backstabbing his opponents. You knew he had hit men who would kill for him if he asked them to. Maybe you just never wanted to think too deep about it. Your silence was all Peter needed.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I just can't."

He got up and walked away, leaving you silently crying on the park bench.

You made up an excuse for why Peter couldn't attend dinner with your family. You smiled and kept the sadness out of your face. Even though he hurt you, you knew what crying to your father would mean. Your heartbreak wasn't enough to risk his life over. You weren't your dad. Revenge and violence wasn't in your blood.

And maybe Peter was right. As you sat across from your dad at the table, you couldn't help but wonder how the rest of the world saw him. You wondered if your mother knew. She had to. They were in this together. You felt like a stranger in your own home. These people you knew all your life were no longer covered by their masks.

A week passed before Peter found you again. It was late at night. You were in your bedroom when there was a knock on the balcony door. That was unusual due to the fact that you were over 50 stories in the air and the balcony had no other entrance besides your bedroom.

You looked over, the bright lights of your room making it impossible to see out into the blackened night. You slowly stood up from your desk, your heart racing, as you grabbed a pocket knife from your drawer. You couldn't see anyone out there. It might have been a bird attempting to fly in the dark. You unlocked the door and stepped out into the crisp night air with your knife held at the ready.

There was no one.

You were alone. Your arm slumped back to your side, the knife loosening in your hand. Just as you were about to turn around to go back inside, chalking it up to your sleep deprivation, the presence of a body lowering behind you made you jump. Before you could let out a piercing scream to alert the guards, a heavy gloved hand clamped over your mouth. This was it. This was how you die.

You struggled against the mass pining your arms down but it was solid. You were no match for the intruder. A hushed voice whispered in your ear.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he hissed. "Stop struggling and I'll let you go. By the time you scream, I'll already be two blocks away so I'd rather you not try it. I'm here to talk."

It was Peter's voice. You had no idea how he got up here, your mind was going a million miles an hour, and you nodded. His grip around you loosened and you pulled away, whipping around to face him. Except that you weren't face to face with the Peter you knew. The sight of Spider-Man standing before you made you almost scream but you quickly clamped your hand over your mouth.

"Wha-" you stuttered out. "Peter?"

"Can I trust you?" He asked.

You weren't sure. If there was on thing your father hated, it was vigilantes. He'd go on long rants over his hatred of people like Spider-Man and Daredevil. They were the bane of his existence, always throwing a wrench in his plans.

The more you thought it, the more obvious it was that he wasn't a good man.

You nodded, making up your mind then and there, "Yes. I won't tell a soul."

That night Peter revealed his truth. It was a hard pill to swallow. The poor, disheveled man from Queens, your first love, was your father's sworn enemy.

You had many doubts. There was no way those two men could ever be put into the same room with each. Your family and Peter could never mix. You two stood on opposite ends of the equation.

But you didn't want to give him up.

And he felt the same.

The relationship progressed as normal and you vowed to stay out of whatever your father or Spider-Man had going on. That was not your concern. Peter wouldn't ask about him and you wouldn't ask about Spider-Man.

But that knowledge always hovered over your heads. Once the truth was out, there was no way to reverse what you knew.

You were the key to tipping the scales. You could destroy Peter Parker and Spider-Man by snitching to your father. Or you could destroy your family by feeding Peter private information.

There was only so long you two could pretend to ignore the obvious.

A time would come when you would have to chose between love or family. There could only be one winner in the battle between good and evil.

And, which ever way the scales tipped, a piece of your heart would be ripped out and buried alongside the loser.

AND I'M GOING TO STOP IT HERE because it's getting too long for something that was supposed to be simple headcanons. I'm very sleepy and have not proof read my mad ramblings so please excuse any forgotten words or mistakes. I'm tired old lady just trying to do my best.

[questionableratatouille00]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ɪ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ (ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ’ᴍ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ)

Pairing: Stucky/Stevebucky

Summary: it’s a lament I guess

Warnings: talks of abuse and domestic violence, child abuse, religion is heavily mentioned, religious imagery(???), death, sadness, homophobia, internal homophobia, slight mention of suicidal ideation. Let me know if more needs to be tagged.

When he fell off that train, James Buchanan Barnes died. When James Buchanan Barnes’ empty grave was filled with dirt, he was truly gone.

Steve would never see him again. He would never see his perfectly styled—‘but casual,’ Bucky had always reminded him—hair again. He would never stare into those beautiful steel blue eyes again. He would never bundle into Bucky’s warmth during the cold winter nights in Brooklyn in their occasionally shared bed. He would never smell that familiar scent, the pine trees with a hint of sandalwood and something else that was so inherently Bucky.

He would never feel the soft and warm touch of Bucky’s fingers against his chin as he helped Steve shave a spot he’d missed. Not that he grew much facial hair anyway. But he liked pretending that there was something to shave.

These days, he’s positive that he could grow a beard or a mustache if he really wanted to. Product of the Serum.

He doesn’t know how he feels about the Serum anymore. It feels like everything that came from it came with a price.

He can grow a beard now, but he has no hair on any other place on his body beside his head. And that’s literal; the only hair he has—his scalp, his brows, his lashes, his potential beard, and even his ear and nose hair.

He got what he wanted, too. A strong and healthy body. Strength. Speed. Quicker healing.

But the price for that was higher, too. He lost what he actually cared about. Bucky. His home in Brooklyn. Bucky. His peace. Bucky. Occasionally, his morals, too. Like when he was so eager for revenge on HYDRA. And he lost Bucky, too.

He didn’t know why he kissed Peggy. Part of him thinks that he did it because he thought he was expected to. But it wasn’t like he was in front of a crowd with the Star Spangled Singers, so who was he performing for?

Another part of him thought he was doing it because he liked her. Which he did, that wasn’t a complete lie. She was pretty, and smart, and confident. And she seemed to like him enough. And even before the Serum, she liked him more than any other woman had besides his mother. His Ma. He missed her. And he missed Bucky.

Even after his Ma died, he saw her everywhere. He saw her in the 40s, in the nurses who worked with the 107th after he rescued them. He saw her in some of the girls who danced on stage with him, their sparkling eyes and mischievous grins and their soft hands and faces when they were worried about him.

He saw her in the future, too. He saw her in pots of coffee, he saw her in mothers watching their children who sat next to him on the benches at the park as he was sketching the birds, he saw her in himself sometimes, too. In his blond hair, in his sense of right and wrong. Sometimes he felt like he was losing that.

But what seeing her in all of these places taught him was that even after people died and went to Heaven or wherever people go when they die, (Steve wasn’t really sure anymore, not after what he’d seen) they weren’t really gone.

He didn’t know if Heaven was real or not. He was raised Catholic, and even if his Ma couldn’t afford to feed herself some nights, she did make sure he got to go to church. When he was thirteen, he had a phase where he really didn’t want to go.

And his Ma didn’t make him go. He was lucky like that; some kids he knew (or knew of, he didn’t have very many friends during that time of his life) had rebelled against their parents and didn’t want to go, and their parents would beat them as a punishment.

His Ma never hit him. Intentionally, that was. Of course, she’d bumped into him a few times, but she’d never hurt him on purpose.

He knew Bucky’s dad beat him. Not all the time, only when he’d done something his father deemed ‘bad’ enough. Bucky didn’t like to talk about it.

In the future, such things are considered abuse, and people care about it. People can and do go to jail for it, now. Steve was glad.

He ended up going to church again a few weeks after the phase started and inevitably finished. He believed in it enough, and he knew it made his Ma happy.

But even so, it all didn’t seem to stick after he came out of the ice. He didn’t know if there was a God or not, but he guessed he’d find out later, right?

But it wasn’t just his Ma who’d he see in things. He’d see Bucky, too. He’d see Bucky in little boys who were pushing their sisters on the swings at the park, he’d see Bucky in guys who went to comic book stores and other ‘nerdy’ places.

He saw Bucky’s curious mind in Bruce, he saw his stress for the people he cared about in Tony. He saw him in Nat, who cared about him and his health. He saw him in Wanda, who cared and stressed so deeply about the world it occasionally gave her headaches or made her sick. He saw him in Pietro, too, when the kid was still alive. In Pietro’s charm, his flirtatious nature when he talked to the Sokovian girls he saved.

He saw his loyalty in Sam. He saw his marksmanship in Clint. He saw his cleverness in Scott.

He saw his intelligence in Thor. Just like Bucky, Thor was really, really smart. People would assume that he wasn’t due to the fact that he was Asgardian and not from Earth, or because he’s so handsome that even if he was as dumb as a rock it wouldn’t matter.

People in the forties knew Bucky was smart, he was well educated and he talked like he was smart, along with the fact that he knew a lot about a lot of things. He had to be smart to be a sniper.

But people never knew just how smart Bucky was. Bucky was much smarter than Steve ever was, and likely ever would be.

In that awful museum exhibit, they have a few small bits about him and Bucky. Not enough to show how much they meant to each other, and on that Steve was sure. They didn’t even talk about his Ma, besides mentioning that he was born to her. They had messed up her name, too. That made Steve angry. Not even angry, enraged, really.

His Ma was his biggest influence, one of the most important people in his life and not only did they not even care enough to talk about her, but they messed up her name. Her name was Sarah Rogers, not Sara Rogers.

It wasn’t the only error. A popular belief about him was that his birthday was July 4th. That wasn’t true. It’s what he’d said on one of his enlistment forms. Just like he changed his city and state, he’d changed his birthday, too. It would make it easier if he was caught. Nobody would believe that that many Steve Rogers were born on the same day. His real birthday was December 22nd. Nobody alive knew about that. The Howlies didn’t, Peggy didn’t, Commander Phillips didn’t, nobody did. Except for Bucky. And that secret was buried in his empty grave. None of those historians would’ve known it. Those historians sure liked to focus on him and Peggy, though. He didn’t know how he felt about that.

He only kissed her once. Which, he guessed, meant a lot, considering he didn’t kiss very many people.

If anyone asked him about his first kiss, he’d say it was a girl from Brooklyn. He made up a name for her and everything. Charlotte Darlene. He wasn’t sure if Darlene was meant to be a second first name or a last name, but nobody ever asked, so it didn’t matter.

But that was another lie about him. There were a lot of those, he realized.

The truth is that his first kiss wasn’t Charlotte Darlene. It wasn’t a girl from Brooklyn, either. It wasn’t a girl at all.

It was Bucky.

Bucky was a lot of Steve’s firsts. He was his first best friend, his first kiss, his first Coney Island buddy, he was his first housemate, and he was the first person to destroy him, too.

He could remember that kiss. That was the worst part.

They were having a sleepover at Steve’s house. His Ma was at work, she was wouldn’t be home until late. They’d built a pillow fort in front of the couch using it, its cushions, and the sheets off Steve’s bed. It was small, so the two 14 and 15 year old boys were pressed up against each other. They were talking about something stupid, like girls in their class that they liked.

Bucky was talking about how there was this pretty girl, Nancy Laurel, that he had a crush on.

Nancy Laurel was a pretty girl. She was thin, and her family was well off. So was Bucky’s, but then again so was nearly everyone compared to Steve. Nancy’s eyes were a bright blue, like the sky or the ocean on a sunny day. Her skin was pale, but when she blushed it made her cheeks a beautiful pink. Her hair was blonde, always neatly styled in soft and gentle waves or curls.

The air in the small blanket and pillow fort was hot from their laughter, and as they quit laughing for a minute, they just smiled at each other. Steve could remember what Bucky looked like, his cheeks a light pink and his smile wide. His eyes sparkled, and they were so beautiful it made Steve want to ask God to strike him down right then and there.

That was when Bucky quickly leaned in and kissed him. Steve knew he intended it to be a quick peck, but something made Bucky linger there for a minute before he pulled away.

Both boys stared at each other again. But this time, it wasn’t a small pause in conversation filled with bright smiles. It was a sense of fear shared between them. He could see the shame and instant regret on Bucky’s face; the poor boy looked like he was seeing the devil at that very moment. Steve didn’t think he looked like that. All Steve felt was shock, and a hint of fear. That was wrong, and he knew it was wrong. Boys don’t kiss boys, boys kiss girls and fall in love with them and get married and have kids. That was that.

Steve didn’t believe in that anymore, nor did he ever really believe in it back then.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky’s eyes watered. “I’m sorry.” And then he rushed out.

It was a Friday night that night. Bucky and Steve didn’t talk until the following Monday, where Steve hoped he was making it clear that he just wanted to forget about it and pretend it never happened. And Bucky seemed to agree, because the 17 year old boy never brought it up again.

They didn’t have any more sleepovers until the following month after that. It was December when that happened. Steve’s last sleepover as a 16 year old boy was the most memorable one he’d ever had.

Steve found his grave a couple of months after the Battle of New York. He was buried in Brooklyn. His grave was nice enough. He was buried in front of an angel statue. She was a beautiful angel, with her head tilted slightly down as she looked upon the graves. Particularly, upon Bucky’s empty one.

“I see him everywhere,” He told Natasha as they stood on the roof of a HYDRA building they’d just cleared out. She said nothing at that.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do. When we find him.” He confessed. She looked at him, a knowing look in her eyes.

“You’ll figure it out. I’m guessing you’re not going to hand him to the authorities? Or the government?”

“Hell no.” He huffed out a laugh. “I..I can’t force him to stay. But if he agrees to go back to the states with us, I’ll let him stay with me. Like we did back in the forties.”

“Steve.” She hummed, and he looked at her. She held his gaze as she continued. “I know you want to have him back. But the guy you’re looking for is not the same guy who fell from that train. I know you want him to be, but he will never be that again.” Natasha Romanoff was a good friend. She was a good friend because she was honest. Even if sometimes he didn’t want her to be.

He looked back out towards the woods the building was concealed by. He tried to ignore the stinging in his eyes and the burning in this throat as he answered.

“I know.” There was silence after that.

[allyricas]

almost accidentally came out as genderfluid to my parents tonight

they were ranting about how evil tim walz is because he "put tampons in the boys bathrooms" which...is literally fucking idiotic to be angry about and isn't even true

but then my mom said some really fucked up shit about trans people and like, i'm not exactly gender conforming (even if i was the cisest cis person to exist i would have still been pissed because its just not right but i digress).

if i could, i'd also use they/them pronouns outside of the safety of the internet. so i was talking about how i refused to wear any girl clothes all of 6th grade, how i've shaved my head and spent lots of time presenting as more masculine many times in my life...and she freaked out, said how i lie (well duh i am trying to survive and i remember being sent away for being troubled as a teen, so i knew how it'd go. conversion camp here i come lbfr)

and i literally started to say "i'm not even cis..." but i caught myself. these fuckers really think that if a teen or kid tells their teacher their lgbtq that the teacher should out them to their parents!!!!!!! as if that is putting the child's best interest first in any way. i tried explaining how unsafe that was but they are too deep in the maga juice to listen. its so maddening and sad and exhausting to be stuck here.

i want to keep trying to reach them, but with every "discussion" i lose any semblance of hope that they are reachable.

[aizenat]

You do know that headcanons aren’t…media analysis right? I can headcanon that Akemi is a lesbian who only fucks men because she has to and that doesn’t make that true. And it’s not up to everyone else to have to cater to YOUR headcannons. If the creators say she’s a woman and use she pronouns for Mizu, then that’s the truth. And no amount of headcanon can change that.

In fact, I’d argue that insisting that ppl use gender neutral language for Mizu when the text of the story indicates she’s a woman and would happily live her life as such if it weren’t for her revenge plot and the way Edo period Japan restricted women’s choices and mobility isn’t respecting her gender identity and is fucked up.

Because insisting she’s trans or genderqueer when we literally have a scene of her mother shaving her head as a child and saying that she had to live as a boy because no one can know she’s really a girl (ie, what conservatives accuse parents of trans kids of doing: “pushing” a trans identity onto them) and when the show goes out of its way to show that Mizu would not be able to go on her revenge mission if she presented as a woman (eg, the woman who couldn’t get into Kyoto without a male chaperone, Mizu’s flashback of her married life showing she gives up her revenge plot when she lives “as a woman,” and Akemi’s entire arc existing as a foil to Mizu) (btw, that last point is media analysis, not whatever you’re on about) should be considered transphobic imo. Because to say she’s trans or gender queer means you’re saying that 1) her issues with gender were projected onto her by an adult authority figure in her life and 2) no one would be trans if gender expectations didn’t limit anyone in anyway due to gender. Because Mizu presenting masculine is 100% about being able to move around Japan in safety so she can go after the white men and kill them all and has nothing to do with her own relationship with gender. It’s the same as Mulan dressing up as a man to go to war to protect her father (because she couldn’t do that as a woman).

If we follow that logic, then you would be admitting that trans people, especially trans identities females, essentially use their trans identities to try to opt out of gender role expectations and the oppressive experience of living in a deeply sexist world as a woman, and isn’t that, like, terfy logic? It implies that gender isn’t some internal and inherent relationship with oneself and just a reaction to how everyone around you treats you. If that’s true, then what radfems say about trans identities not being necessary in a world without gender would be true, and that completely undermines trans activism.

If I see one more person speaking ill of Taigen I'm going to commit murder. My boy was fiercely loyal to Mizu and chose to endure FUCKING TORTURE instead of betraying them. "We don't need the enemies to lovers trope", MY GOD, is waaaaay more complex than that. That's just surface level criticism.

Also, I'm not using gendered pronouns for Mizu because wow, y'all stopped caring about headcanons a while ago and it shows. Let people make different interpretations of the story without crucifying them. For some of you, Mizu is a trans man, and that's cool. For some, they're non-binary/bigender/agender (which is also valid, why not?). And for some of us (including the show creators), Mizu is simply a woman trying to mend their soul and destroy their enemies in a patriarchal world that kept rejecting them for being a mixed child. Jesus, learn how media analysis works and open you mouth after you've done some research, instead of going on this sadass witch hunt nobody fucking cares about.

[aalt-ctrl-del]

also pretty wild how conservatives will see a situation where a parent to a kid(s), decides they are switching gender and converting - in whatever way to the other gender - and have the audacity to go

"Oh, the poor kid of parent is traumatized. This is traumatizing to the child. The friends and significant other are supportive and happy for gender transitioning fam, but that poor child. They are traumatized. How will they cope. Poor baby."

I MAY NOT BE AN EXPECT ON CHILD TRAUMA BUT, ITS WILD, BUT HEAR ME OUT HERE

I am not an expect but I can think of more traumatizing things parents could do to or around their kids, that is more traumatizing than one parent switching genders.

For instance - I am not an expect on children, but I think... you should probably feed them, or provide food. I think that it is abusive and traumatic to withhold food from your kid. Or also.... maybe don't beat children, or use corporal punishment. ESPECIALLY if your kid is being a twat, or has made a minor mistake. I think - as someone who was once a child - that it is not good to beat your child, break their arm, or intentionally hurt them to the point they wind up in the ER in a cast or in stitches. And if someone could back me on this, but also don't emotionally destroy your kid by gaslighting them or telling them they'll never amount to anything, or shame them. I mean, we could argue if a parent is switching genders, and how there is emotional damage when a parent is doing something the child may not be accustomed to.

BUT HERE ME OUT.

It might also be traumatic if a parent had some horrible accident to happen to them super suddenly and without warning, where the parent is in the hospital with maiming. That might also be emotionally damaging to children. Or i dunno, lose a parent through a catastrophic event BEYOND THE CONTROL of the family.

OR HOW ABOUT PARENTS FIGHTING IN FRONT OF THEIR CHILDREN OVER PETTY SHIT.

And then turning to Child B and screaming, "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT BLORBOGRETCHEN"

MAYBE. I WILL SAY MAYBE, it is traumatic for a kid to witness their own parent to go through a gender reassignment session or something. But I can name a few more things off the top of my head that would be significantly more impactful and harmful to a kid, than a parent deciding, "I am now other gender and I will be transitioning." Because parents can always sit down and discuss these things with kids. They can discuss separation, divorce, they can explain why they are grounding their kid for being a twat - but as an adult and recognizing their child needs reassurance and guidance during a drastic situation in their life when the parents are changing things up - when cohabitation isn't working, or someone has gotten sick, or someone did something (disloyal and cheated) and just talk to their kid in a way that makes them aware of why their life is changing. Taking the steps to reassure their kid that it has nothing to do with them, they did nothing wrong - things are changing because PEOPLE CHANGE. LITERALLY. WE ARE ALWAYS CHANGING.

But it will never be okay to undermine your kid, taking out your anger on your kid, or withholding food, or intentionally harming your child when they are just existing. ALL OF THAT will always be more traumatic than parents deciding to change who or what they are.

And talking heads taking it upon themselves to backseat ride a kids emotions, and saying, "bluebarbell is traumatized because parent is GENDER REASSIGNMENT IS HAPPENING" is super petty and immature you whineyhut Jr reject. Grow a pair of pants and shave your smooth marble brain. Bluebarbell has food, shelter, and a family that loves and supports them, then they're not traumatized. You're traumatized because you haven't grasped that human nature is to change

[rubbarband]

gimme a des x elva kid

If they had a kid meme

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

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@lightning-arias

Name: Moesha Baker

Gender: Girl

General Appearance: Frankly looks so much like Elva 's human form it makes Desmond laugh, she's also sporting small horns and a long tail like both Des and Elva. Hey eyes are grey and they clow grey with a blue outline when angered or using her powers. She wears attire befitting of the cold temp from Portland, a scarf, she shaves her head but later on keeps her fluffy hair in a ponytail and has a braid in the front.

Quirk: armored tail- she had a tail that's armored and defended by tons of scales that she can use as a defense and attack, swinging it around in combat, she can even balance and sit on it similar to her father.

Powers: The same Alien powers that Elva sports, such as electroclinic, minor healing and energy absorption.

Personality: A sassy young woman, growing up with her parents, Desmond, snarky and wit he uses against villains and Elva's blunt and brash nature ended up making a foul mouthed woman that can talk you under a bus. She's a good natured kid, wants to use her powers to help others like her parents, but getting to know people is hard her her, she often gets embarrassed at any general kindness people give her. especially if she has a crush on any boy or girl. she's massively into destructive sports like wrestling, monster trucks and robot rumbles. Even making her own robot in her spare time.

Special Talents: Se can tinker and make her own robotics, even making her parents some gear for hero work, When her father compared her to Barbara gordan she literally lit up with a smile.

Who they like better: Both

Who they take after more: Desmond, she's snarky,

Personal Head canon: She doesn't get to spend much time with her father, but when she can she'll stay up and Desmond will listen to her day, they'll watch movies together and play video games till Des passes out and it's Elva's turn to play games and hang with her. Elva has a history of D&D and calls her her little Tiefling.

Face Claim: Ava (The walking dead game)

[kisuga]

HAIKYUU BOYS WITH A S/O WHO SCARS EASILY

cw: injury, gn reader

ATSUMU:

he’s so utterly confused.

like he can’t believe that even by BUMPING into the door…you have a massive bruise forever now.

makes fun of you lmao.

but he is still so worried about you :((.

“another one? geez…” he winces, examining the giant cut on your calf. “yeah…i tried to skateboard and i fell and…yeah.” atsumu shakes his head, but a smirk grows slowly on his face. “that’s why ya gotta ask me to show ya angel! i’m the expert in everything.” you roll your eyes. nonetheless, you allow him to take care of you. no matter how small the scar is, this man will not let you move a muscle.

KITA:

scolds you. like a parent to a child.

this man is exasperated bro 😭 give him a break.

frowns when he sees your body littered with scars.

he promises himself to protect you as much as possible.

kita stays silent as he treats the gash on your knee. you observe guiltily, praying that he isn’t legitimately upset. you hear him sigh. “this is going to leave a scar yknow.” “i know, i’m sorry.” he huffs, patting your leg gently. “please be careful next time honey. i don’t exactly like seeing you hurt.” he places soft kisses on every scar, massaging your body into his hands. “i’ll love you no matter what though.”

BOKUTO:

he freaks the fuck out HAHAHA.

he’s so worried!! why does your skin have to be so sensitive!!

he tries his best to treat it, but he has very limited knowledge in first aid.

he pampers you though ><.

“are you sure you’re ok?” he asks. you coo at him. the way his lips pouted and his golden eyes widened with worry made your heart swell. “yes kou, i’m okay. just another cut like usual.” he really really does not like that answer. he puts some medication on it and litters your body with kisses. “let me cuddle you honey. my love will make the pain go away.”

AKAASHI:

if you thought kita was bad-

he literally face palms when he sees a new bruise, cut, or scab on your body.

a doctor. knows exactly what to do when you’re hurt.

baby proofs the house lol.

“what am i going to do with you.” he groans. of course you tripped while dancing, it was inevitable that you would get a gash sooner or later. you smile sheepishly. “you should’ve danced with me, you would have caught me. plus i was playing frank sinatra, your fave.” his eyes soften. you mean well, he knows that, but he hates seeing dark spots on your body from previous injuries. “..let me know next time then my dear.”

TSUKISHIMA:

oh my god. he is RUTHLESS.

like bruh how did you get a scar from SHAVING.

deep down he’s so worried about you :((.

but also wow you’re such a coward.

“only the weakest links get permanent scars from the smallest things.” he taunts, placing a bandaid on your tummy. “razors are very dangerous weapons tsukki.” “it had two blades. and it’s not meant to actually hurt you.” you pout as your boyfriend beams in victory. “make fun of me all you want but you’re the one who’s wasting time treating me.” a soft chuckle leaves his lips. “of course idiot. i’ll always care for you.”

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