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Do you have any Curly x Reader romantic/relationship headcanons stuff? :3

𓇻 ft. curly x gn reader

𓇻 request. relationship headcanons!

𓇻 content. mostly fluff. one is suggestive but not explicit. mention of prosthetics but most can be read as pre- or during canon.

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Curly tends to be a big bear in his sleep. Cuddling you against his chest, letting you sprawl out over him.

All the forehead and cheek kisses. All of them.

He's got big hands!! his eyes tend to linger a lot when he sees his enveloping yours. It makes him feel capable and sturdy, like he's holding something precious

He tends to get lost in thought a lot, and is always very surprised when you swoop in for a peck on the lips. (it happens a lot)

Gets so red whenever pda happens, no matter if you two have been married for twenty years, have a gazillion dogs, etc

Loves slowdancing with you

Smooching him is a 100% effective way to distract him from a topic.

Does NOT understand whatever subject you're studying in school. Absolutely does not. He tries his best! If his help is enlisted for a project, he apologizes profusely for the grade you get.

Sometimes when he zones out, he focuses completely on you and gets almost bashful when you catch him in the act.

Karaoke nights. Even if one/both of you sing badly.

Small birthday get-together with friends are always simple but memorable. Just the two of you is time well spent.

After the crash, when Curly gets his prosthetics and learns to talk again, the first thing he does is hold your hand and tells you he loves you.

When he’s learning to speak and he learns how to speak “happiness” or “happy” again, he accidentally says your name. It’s nothing but truthful though; everytime he sees you, he knows where his heart is and he feels safe.

Ideal date night is sitting on a bench at the beach, watching the waves and stars

Loves to watch the night screen with you in the common room.

Half a year in, he shows you to his mother’s grave and introduces you to her. Curly always, without fail, feels fuzzy if you ever talk to his mom.

Probably the first to mention marriage. Talks about it just as you two are lounging about, saying that he wants to be with you for the rest of his life. He’s 100% perfectly content just being common law with you.

Is very obvious when he tries to figure out your ring size and usually does it when he’s trying to hold your hand.

As much as he wants to make it a big romantic thing, him proposing somehow winds up after some small activity. Some mundane thing that just feels so domestic and wholesome that just cements how much he wants to be with you.

Super chill if you say no.

ALWAYS holds your hand or is brushing against you on walks. Absolutely loves it.

Loves having you sit on his lap.

Prefers for you to sit in front when you two are riding horseback, so he can rest his hands on your hips or his arms over yours. Prefers to steer the horse though.

Gives you his captain’s hat to wear. Absolutely loves seeing it. Even more when that’s all you’re wearing.

He’s an early riser, even compared to you, so he’s quick to make your favourite coffee/tea and breakfast meal. Supper duty is on you.

Prefers to wash dishes right away instead of letting them soak. Always tries to take over dish duty from you.

REALLY likes to make you flustered, especially in front of company. BUT in a way that’s really subtle, like him adjusting the collar of his uniform or sitting in a way that exposes his neck, giving you bedroom eyes.

When he takes naps throughout the day, he feels so much more rested when he wakes up to find you in his arms.

Golden retriever kind of guy. Both personality wise and dog wise. Laughs whenever you call him by the dog’s name or vice versa. (the dog is named laika.)

Loves receiving massages around his shoulders or forearms. Absolute pro at lower back massages, and those that target muscles after work outs.

Lets you sit on his back while he does push-ups because I said so.

Always make sure to brush his teeth before giving you good morning smooches.

Coddles you when you get sick. He’s kind of… clueless when it comes to that sort of thing, so you’d have to tell him how you want to be taken care of. Never gets sick from it, even if it’s highly contagious. He’s lucky like that.

Unashamed about any love bites you give him. Brushes his knuckles over it unconsciously. Swansea or Jimmy always call him out on this.

Likes to go to a new date location with you every two weeks! Or trying a new meal or dessert to share.

Really hopes that you’ll get along with his friends. Invites you with him when he goes out with them. Trusts you implicitly if you ever hang out with them without him or one-on-one.

Does have some issues communicating his wants in the relationship and being a pushover to what you want. That’ll be a sticking point in your relationship with him.

Spot checks you during work outs. He’ll be quite confident in your abilities right until if/when you strain yourself too far, which prompts him to be more cautious afterward.

Tends to be physically affectionate over material gifts. The latter tends towards practical things, like ties, socks, jewelry, flowers, chocolates. Likes to always be touching you in some way.

Lets you stay with him in the cockpit as he’s piloting, even going as far as letting you do it yourself, even if it’s not your occupation. He’s a gentle teacher and will correct you softly if there’s any mistakes.

Tends to shut down if something upsets him, especially concerning you. Curly prefers to bottle it instead of express it. This is also another curve to get over.

Curly lets you sleep in his bed aboard the Tulpar; may or may not get a confused dog look when/if you tell him you want to sleep in your own bed.

𓇻 tags: @allen-444 @subbylittlebunny

[owl-with-a-pen]

“Are you sure about this? Because, if not, I can still cancel the reservation.”

Nia rolled her eyes. This must’ve been the third time Alex had asked her that same question since picking up the call. She shook her head, adjusting her phone against her ear. “No, no way Alex, you’ve been talking about this dinner with Kelly for weeks, you deserve this date. You need this date.” She drew in a breath, closing her eyes. “I can still take Esme for the night, it’s not a problem.”

“I just don’t want you to have to deal with any more stress. Not after—”

Nia winced. Well, there it was again, the big ol’ elephant in the room that Alex had deftly skirted around this whole conversation. Well, technically. She supposed the elephant wasn’t so much in the room with her than he was in the room over, committed to bedrest until further notice.

It wasn’t exactly ideal, but nothing ever ran according to plan when it came to the whole superhero life. Two weeks ago, Nia and Brainy would have been more than capable of taking on Esme for the night. Then, less than forty-eight hours ago, an alien with insane super strength had decided to ruin that by throwing Brainy through a cement wall and over a balcony.

To anyone else, it might have been dumb luck, except Brainy wasn’t anyone, and differential calculus usually kept him at least three steps ahead of an opponent. Nia hadn’t seen it coming either, and her dream instincts had only been getting stronger these last few months.

It was only after the alien had been formally logged onto the DEO database that they realised the species was capable of sending out otherwise undetectable frequencies that affected higher brain function.

Dumb luck indeed, although Nia wasn’t convinced. Neither was anyone else, which was why the DEO had been having a hell of a time drawing up possible tie-ins to recent criminal activity ever since. It was also why Alex was in desperate need of a night off.

And, as for Brainy? The only reason he’d stopped working was on account of the back trauma and three broken ribs.

Nia had to admit, the bruising was pretty gnarly. She’d seen it first while Alex had been bandaging him up, like a pale-yellow rash that stretched across his whole lower ribcage. Since then, the bruising had developed, darkening into the crevices of his broken ribs, spreading out and over his spine like a spilled paint jar. Alex had told him he was lucky he hadn’t punctured a lung, and though her tone had been light, Nia had seen the worry in her eyes.

Brainy had been signed off on medical leave that same day, and he wasn’t expected back until he’d made a full recovery.

The good news? Coluans healed fast, although even Brainy had to admit he couldn’t work through this sort of an injury. For starters, he was barely able to walk, and that was with the alien grade pain meds Alex had prescribed. He was in for a steady recovery at least, but Nia understood where Alex was coming from. Neither of them had expected this when they’d agreed to babysit and, like it or not, Brainy’s assistance tonight was way out of the question.

“It’s fine,” Nia assured her for what felt like the millionth time. “He’s fine. Besides—he’s resting, so actually, I could really use the company.”

“You’re sure?” Alex didn’t sound convinced.

“Totally. Nothing wakes him up in the restorative cycle, so unless Esme comes home with earthquake powers--”

“I mean, that is a real possibility,” Alex warned, although her voice had started to soften, “but I get your point.” She sighed. “Okay look, if you’re really sure, then fine. I’ll drop her off at five-thirty, which still gives you both plenty of time to change your minds if--”

Nia rolled her eyes. “I’ll see you at five-thirty,” she said flatly, hanging up before Alex could argue otherwise.

Nia leant heavily against the breakfast bar, snapping her phone against the cold surface, lowering her head.

She’d meant what she’d said about wanting the company. With Brainy out of commission, the apartment was uncharacteristically quiet. Keeping herself busy was never this difficult when Brainy was out of town or off-planet, but with him so close-by, Nia couldn’t help but gravitate towards the bedroom whenever she didn’t have something else to occupy her time. Aside from bathroom breaks and mealtimes, Brainy didn’t need anything from her - his restorative cycle took care of that - but that didn’t stop the persistent itch underneath Nia’s skin, driving her to do something, anything that could help.

At least having Esme there would give her just that.

In the meantime, Nia found herself back at the bedroom door, hovering just outside. It was dumb, and even though she knew she wouldn’t wake him, she still felt like an intruder when she shouldered open the door. She kept it open just a crack, enough to spy Brainy’s face in the dim light, exactly where he had been that same morning.

He was curled in protectively on his side, one pillow propping him up with another clutched tightly to his chest. His free arm cushioned his head as he slept, the muffled glow of his life projectors casting long shadows over his closed lids.

Brainy’s life projectors always shone a little brighter when he was locked in a restorative cycle - something about his consciousness retreating that bit deeper into his AI core – but whenever he was sick or hurt, Nia noticed that the glow was especially potent. Like right now; even beneath layers of bandages and bedsheets, they shone as fiercely as ever, burning away like tiny suns.

The restorative state couldn’t disguise everything though, and Nia knew that Brainy was still in a lot of pain. There was a sallowness to his green skin, and his blond hair was tufted to his brow, odd ends clinging to his face by a sheen of cold sweat. The meds were helping where they could, but they couldn’t take away all of his discomfort, which was why Nia was relieved he’d managed to slip into the restorative cycle at all. Usually, it only triggered on his back, but the bruising on his spine made that position pretty impossible right now. Thankfully, his body had compensated, making the necessary adjustments to give him the best opportunity to heal.

It didn’t make it easier to look at, and Nia could still hear the impact Brainy’s body had made with the ground every time she so much as closed her eyes.

She only wished she’d been dreaming of it before, not after. Guess she had their alien prisoner to thank for that.

He looked peaceful at least, and she knew the longer he stayed in the restorative state, the faster he would heal. This was a win - she had to remind herself of that. Besides, Brainy had been the one to assure her that Esme was still welcome to stay over. As crappy as things had turned out, he was of the same mind as her:  Alex and Kelly needed this.

It wasn’t like Nia had any hang-ups about babysitting solo, she’d done it plenty of times before. Esme was a good kid and as much of a handful as a young Dyralian could no doubt be, Nia knew she had nothing to worry about.

And yet, that nagging dream sense wouldn’t leave her alone. The one that called out to her at her lowest, that liked to whisper what if, what if, what if…

She ignored it. Bad vibes didn’t mean bad visions. She was just working herself up over nothing.

~~~

Brainy hadn’t stirred once by the time Alex arrived with her overactive payload. The second Nia opened the door, Esme beamed up at her, wrapping her arms around her waist. “Auntie Nia!”

Nia laughed, hoisting Esme up just enough to spin her once before letting her loose into the apartment. “Hey, gremlin, how’ve you been?”

Alex and Nia both watched on fondly as Esme shrugged her overnight bag onto the stool by the breakfast bar, scoping out the apartment as she went. She had a keen eye, instantly marking out the box of toys Nia had left out for her.

“Thanks again for this, Nia, you really are a life saver here,” Alex said earnestly once Esme was out of earshot. She leaned forward conspiratorially. “We’re trying to get her down by eight or nine at the latest.”

Nia offered a mock salute. “Got it.”

Alex’s face creased sympathetically. “I mean it though, Nia, if Brainy needs some peace and quiet or if she gets to be too much of a handful, you can call me, and I’ll be right—"

Nia raised her hand, effectively cutting her off. “Don’t worry about that.” She winked, shooing her off. “Now, go and enjoy your date! You look amazing by the way.”

Alex laughed, nodding sheepishly before finally heeding Nia’s instructions.  

Once Nia had closed the door, she turned back to Esme. “Okay, now your mom is finally gone, what d’you wanna do tonight?”

Normally, that would’ve elicited a squeal from Esme, and about a dozen and a half activities she had primed and ready on the tip of her tongue.

Tonight, though, her attention seemed to be elsewhere.

Esme padded quietly across the apartment, exaggerating her steps like she might come across a stray Lego. She stopped at the sofa’s arm, leaning her whole body into it, balancing with one foot in the air as she peered curiously towards the hallway.

She pointed suddenly. “Is that where Uncle Brainy is?”

Nia’s stomach clenched. Clearly, the kid didn’t miss a beat.

She smiled tightly, folding her arms. “Uh-huh,” she said, trying to keep her tone light. “I’m uh- guessing your mom told you about that?”

Esme nodded reservedly, her attention aimed solely at the hallway. “She said I need to be on my best behaviour.” She scowled, pushing herself up from the sofa so that she could place her little hands squarely on her hips. “I told her that I’m always on my best behaviour!”

Nia chuckled, ruffling Esme’s hair as she crossed by. “I know you are, kiddo, and that’s very sweet of you to think of Uncle Brainy.” She perched herself on the edge of the sofa, meeting Esme’s eye at her own level. “He’s, well, he’s resting right now, but you don’t have to worry. Coluans have a cool trick they can do when they have to sleep real deep, so you don’t have to walk on eggshells while you’re here, I promise.” She ushered Esme over, pulling her up onto the sofa with her, meeting little resistance. Nia pressed her chin into Esme’s hair, squeezing her against her chest. “We can watch a movie if you want?”

Esme nodded, although she was still a little on the quiet side.

They settled for an old classic: The Wizard of Oz. Kara had kind of managed to get Esme hooked on it the last time she’d babysat. Ever since, Esme treated it as a comfort movie, especially when she was missing her family. With Kara and J’onn currently off-world on Mars, Nia suspected she hadn’t seen much of her family in the last few weeks.

Esme retreated to her own side of the couch once Dorothy had crossed into Oz, her eyes fixed on the screen. At least it had her attention, although Nia couldn’t help but feel like she had something else on her mind.

Her thoughts were confirmed a little after the Tin Man showed up. “Want anything to eat?” Nia prodded.

Esme shook her head, not looking up from the TV.

Nia frowned, nudging Esme with her foot. “Everything alright?”

Esme nodded.

“Hey, I know!” Nia announced, sitting up. “Wanna play the bubble game?”

Headshake.

Nia’s frown deepened. Esme never passed up the bubble game, it was one of her favourites. Now, Nia knew something was really up with her. She pursed her lips, crossing her legs beneath her. “Esme, hey, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t feel him.”

Of all her abilities, super hearing was not one of them. Nia scooched forward, unsure if she’d heard her right. “What do you mean?”

Esme’s nose scrunched at that, as though she was frustrated. She clenched her hands, twisting them against her lap. “Uncle Brainy,” she said, her voice trailing off like a sigh. She shifted, biting her cheek. “My moms told me that my powers are tele-phony.”

“Telepathic,” Nia corrected gently, taking her shoulder.

Esme nodded emphatically. “Uh-huh. Normally—I feel powers when they’re nearby. Yours.” She pointed suddenly to Nia’s centre. “That’s right there. But I can’t feel Uncle Brainy’s. And I always feel his.” She worried her lip, for the first time letting her eyes wander away from the TV. She looked up at Nia, her expression so open and forlorn. “Is it—is it because he’s hurt?”

Nia’s stomach sank. “Oh, honey, no, no, it’s alright. He’s alright.” Nia squeezed Esme’s shoulder, pulling her back up onto her lap. She could feel her little heart drilling an anxious rhythm into her chest. She ran her hand idly through Esme’s hair, folding odd curls behind her ears. “I should’ve explained, that’s my fault, okay? It’s just—that super cool trick I told you about? It’s sorta… a psychic blocker. When Uncle Brainy’s that deeply asleep, nothing can get to him, not even psychic powers. Like… like my dream powers. Or yours, Esme. Even Grandpa J’onn wouldn’t be able to connect to his mind.”

“That sounds scary,” Esme said softly, her hand curling around Nia’s arm.

“It is a little scary sounding from the outside,” Nia admitted, “but for Brainy, it’s kinda the opposite. Like the deepest, most peaceful sleep someone can have. It helps his body heal from just about anything.”

“Is he hurt real bad?”

“Not really, really, but I bet you get sleepy too when you’re not feeling great, right?”

Esme nodded reluctantly.

“Same.” Nia smiled down at her. “Although, I’m sleepy all the time.” She splayed her hand out in front of Esme’s face, a burst of dream energy erupting from her bracelet, springing across every finger.

Esme did crack a smile at that, her eyes wide and full of wonder as she watched the energy dance. Nia grinned, shaking out her hand. “It’s the same for Coluans, too, just, they have a special sleep state for it, that’s all.”

“Okay...”

Nia pressed a kiss into Esme’s hair. “Now, do you want a snack?”

This time, Esme nodded.

Nia smirked. Progress.

She stood up with a stretch, heading over to the kitchen. “Cool, did mom pack anything for you, or d’you think we can get away with ice cream?”

“Ice cream! Ice cream!”

Nia’s smirk grew into a grin. She was sure Alex wouldn’t mind her indulging Esme’s sweet tooth for just one night. After all, she was a life saver.

Before Nia could dish out the first scoop, Esme launched herself from the sofa, trotting over towards the kitchen and her overnight bag. “Wait!”

At first, Nia assumed there was a snack in there she really wanted. That was until Esme produced a different sort of container from her backpack. It was a clear plastic box, with something that rattled furiously inside.

It looked like some kind of craft kit. Nia raised a brow. “Oh, that’s cute. What is it, Esme?”

“Beads and string,” Esme announced proudly, sliding it onto the breakfast bar. “To make bracelets!”

“Oh, you wanna make one while you eat?”

“Mhm.”

Nia grinned, helping lift Esme the last stretch onto the stool so that she could order out her beads with keen focus. As she pulled the lid off, Nia got her first good look at what was inside.

They were… beautiful. Not your average store-bought bead kit, that was for sure. They came in a variety of colours, most of which had a transparent crystalline centre that wrapped around the whole length. Some had little letters engraved on them, but none from a language that Nia recognised.

“Those are some pretty cool beads,” Nia said, sliding Esme’s ice cream over to her. She leant her elbows on the counter, fishing a bead from the container curiously. It was a little heavier than she had expected, like the density of a tiny pebble on the palm of her hand. “Where’d you get them from?”

“Friend from school,” Esme said around a mouthful of ice cream. She pushed the bowl to the side, pulling out a piece of string. “Her dads are from a planet real far away. They brought lots of stuff with them. Rocks and crystals. To make beads.”

Nia’s eyes popped wide open. “So, wait, these are alien rocks?”

Esme shrugged. “Think so.”

“That’s really cool.”

“My friend told me they have protective hor-hor-uhs”

“Oh, auras?” Nia nodded along. “Yeah, lots of planets have special rocks that can do a ton of things.”

Esme took a handful of beads, evening them out across the table. “She told me these ones protect,” she explained. “So, I made some for my moms, and for Auntie Kara and Grandpa J’onn. And-and I can make one for you, too! And then, I can make one for Uncle Brainy.” She nodded seriously to herself. “Maybe-maybe that’d make him feel better.”

Nia’s lips crumpled into a smile. “Oh, that’s a really good idea,” she told her gently. “Here, I can make my own, why don’t you focus on Uncle Brainy’s?”

Esme agreed, poking out her tongue as she lined her first bead up with her piece of string, threading it into place.

They both neglected their ice cream in favour of bracelet making. Nia had to admit, she may have gotten a little carried away. The beads were gorgeous, and she was even able to find a set with a blue crystal centre that was nearly identical to the shade of her super suit. Needless to say, she could totally see herself accessorising these with all sorts of outfits, which would make Esme very happy.

Although, she did wonder if what Esme had been told held any merit. While the beads were different from anything Nia had ever seen before, she wasn’t so sure they could offer any real protection. Although, as she’d learned, alien rocks could do just about anything, and it would’ve been nice if one could do some good for a change. Most of the time they were out to get people, especially Kryptonians.

Suddenly, Esme tugged on Nia’s sleeve, declaring she was finished.

The second she saw Esme’s design, Nia couldn’t help but grin. “Oh yeah,” she said. “He’ll love that.”

Esme had decorated her bracelet with little green and purple beads, in a sort of three-by-three pattern that mimicked the dot formation on Brainy’s chest, especially when it was pinched in at the sides.

Esme bounced eagerly on her stool. “Can I give it to him?”

“Oh, now?” Nia deflated slightly, glancing towards the bedroom, then at her watch. It wasn’t Esme’s bedtime yet, but time really had flown. Brainy hadn’t surfaced though, which she took as a good sign. As much as she knew the restorative cycle wasn’t going to lift on account of their presence, she was reluctant to put any sort of barrier between Brainy’s most necessary healing function.  

Nia deliberated for a moment. “We can leave it at his bedside, how about that?”

Esme slipped off her stool with a wobble, running ahead to the hallway, beads in tow.

“Wait for me, wait for me!” Nia called out, taking Esme’s hand to still her as she pushed the bedroom door open.

The room was darker since the sun’s decline, the only light issuing in from the steady thrum of Brainy’s life projectors, their intense radiance a sure sign he was still well and truly asleep. Nia bit her lip before letting Esme run ahead.

The glow from Brainy’s light cores illuminated a path straight to his nightstand. Esme followed it dutifully, reaching out her arm to place her gift at his bedside.

At the last second, she stopped herself, spinning towards the bed. “I feel him again!” she announced excitedly.

Nia winced – that was definitely not the indoor voice they’d been practicing. A second later, the mound of blankets shifted as Brainy stirred, his life projectors dulling to a soft white as he lifted his head. Esme must have sensed the end of his restorative state before he’d even begun to wake. Nia couldn’t help but feel a little impressed.

Brainy propped himself up against his pillow, rubbing a hand over his eyes in the low light. “Greetings, Esme,” he croaked, his voice still a little mechanised from sleep.

Esme beamed up at him, holding out her arms. “Uncle Brainy!”

Nia took that as her cue. She rushed over, holding Esme back with a gentle hand. “Steady. He’s just woken up.”

Esme frowned. “Uh-oh, is he grumpy?”

Nia smirked. “The grumpiest.”

“I take offence to that assumption,” Brainy mumbled, a touch of humour in his voice. It was already starting to strengthen, though Nia could detect the strain behind his words. He was still diverting too much energy to his injury.

“How are you feeling?” Nia asked seriously, an arm placed strategically across Esme’s front.

“Improved,” Brainy managed, cradling his chest. He tried to sit up, only to gasp out when the movement aggravated his ribs. “Although not fully… myself. I think I need more time to recuperate.”

Nia watched him carefully. “Can I get you anything while you’re up?”

“I’m fine, just, I should hydrate.” He glanced over to his empty water glass, shifting again beneath the sheets, as though preparing to stand.

Nia spoke up before he could give himself another excuse to exacerbate his injury. “I’ll get you some water,” she said, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Before he could say anything against her, she turned on her heel, throwing her voice over her shoulder. “Esme, make sure our patient here doesn’t move! Your mom gave him very strict bedrest orders, understand?”

“Okay!” Esme agreed happily, a little too eager to be a nuisance. Nia grinned as she ducked around the corner, confident Brainy would stay put - if only for Esme’s benefit.

Once she was back with the water, she found Esme sat up on the bed at Brainy’s side, half the covers tucked beneath her feet. She watched intently as Brainy took the water from Nia, popping his next round of pills into his mouth before swallowing them down. Nia counted out the hours in her head as he drank, realising belatedly that he must’ve woken himself the second his next dose was due.

When Brainy put the glass down, Esme shuffled closer, nearly knocking her elbow with his. “I made this for you,” she announced, unfurling her fist so that the bracelet dangled from her fingers.

“Impressive,” Brainy observed, making a quick study of the design. His eyes widened. “Those beads,” he said, “they’re from Alteria?”

“My friend gave them to me,” Esme said proudly. “They’re meant to protect you.”

Brainy lowered his head in earnest, taking the bracelet from Esme as though it was as delicate as a pressed flower. “Then I shall wear it with pride,” he said, slipping it onto his wrist. Nia smothered a smile with her hand. It was adorable watching the exchange, especially while Brainy was trying to accessorise in his pyjamas. “Thank you, Esme Olsen-Danvers,” he continued softly, “this gift will be very useful… and fashionable.”

Esme giggled at that, throwing her arms around Brainy’s waist before Nia had a chance to stop her.

Brainy gritted his teeth, but managed to return the hug before Esme pulled away, eyes wide. “Sorry! I’m sorry! Are you okay, Uncle Brainy?”

Brainy nodded, breathing out a quiet reassurance. He’d paled considerably though, his lips pinched with pain.

Nia swallowed around the sudden lump in her throat, taking Esme’s shoulder. “Okay, I think that’s enough excitement for tonight. Uncle Brainy needs to rest.”

“Can I stay and rest too?” Esme asked.

Nia eyed her suspiciously. “What? Am I boring you to sleep, because that’s not how my powers work.”

Esme giggled. “No, silly! But, I wanna stay here with Uncle Brainy. We all should!” Esme held out her wrist, pulling up her sleeve to reveal a bracelet of her own. “Then all our bracelets can protect him, so he won’t get hurt anymore!”

Nia stared at the bracelet for a long moment, not sure what to say. Her heart squeezed sympathetically. “Oh, Esme, honey, I’m not sure that’s-“

“It’s fine,” Brainy said quickly. A little colour had returned to his cheeks, deepening the natural green of his complexion. He was still washed out, and the bruising beneath his eyes really spoke for itself, but he still managed to turn back to Esme, tilting his head in consideration. “That’s… a very logical mindset to have at your age.”

Esme puffed out her chest. “I’m nearly seven!”

Brainy softened. “My error,” he said with wink. “Then you are developing at an expected rate.”

“Heeeey!”

Nia rolled her shoulders out, trying to dispel some of the nervous energy still clinging to her heart. She clapped her hands together. “Alright, Esme, shall we get you in your jammies?”

“Yeah!”

“Okay, let’s go.”

Once Nia had ushered Esme into the bathroom with her change of clothes, she headed back to the bedroom to wait for her, peeking in through the door to make sure Brainy was still awake.

He was.

“Sorry about this,” Nia said softly, climbing up onto the bed. She drew her knees towards her chin, pushing her back against the headboard. “How’s your--?”

Brainy wound an arm around his chest, smiling tightly. “Delicate,” he admitted. “The pills will manage that soon enough.”

“I didn’t realise she was gonna jump at you like that.” Nia snorted, tipping her head back. “I probably should’ve, she’s been thinking about you all night. She made it her mission to make that bracelet for you.” She nodded towards Brainy’s wrist, brows drawn. “Any truth to that?”

Brainy ran a hand around the beads thoughtfully, lowering his chin. “Like many cultures across the universe, faith plays a large part in what precious materials can and cannot do. To the Alteri, their telepathy enables a very real connection to their environment and so yes, I suspect that these beads could to a degree protect those who wear them. Especially if someone with a psychic affinity put them together.”

“Like Esme,” Nia said.

“Or, like you, Nia Nal,” Brainy murmured, leaning towards her. His lips skimmed hers and Nia closed her eyes, sighing softly into his mouth.

When they parted, Nia smiled, glancing down at her own bracelet, comparing it to Brainy’s in the low light. “Well, maybe Esme’s right,” she said. “Maybe three are better than one.”

~~~

Once Esme had brushed her teeth, Nia hoisted her into the bed so that she could nestle between them both. Although she had self-appointed herself Brainy’s personal ward for the night, it surprised no one when she fell asleep first, her head tucked towards Brainy’s chest.  

Brainy lay still in the dark for so long, Nia thought he might have already fallen back into his restorative state, although his life projectors were still muted. She used that soft light to her advantage, studying every inch of her bracelet, the small carvings on the beads she’d selected without knowing which letters they denoted.

After a while, she let a spark of her dreamlight creep up across her wrist, illuminating areas she might have otherwise missed. The crystals appeared to glow under that ethereal swirl, each bead holding within itself a microscopic pulse, a thrum of something more. Magic felt like a silly word for it, but after everything Lena had shown her, Nia was certainly willing to believe it. Maybe it was just a science this world hadn’t discovered yet, or a whole new meaning to the term… life.

Whatever it was, Esme had sought it out just for them. All because…

“Nia?” Brainy mumbled, his voice half smothered by his pillow. “You okay?”

“Huh?” Nia looked up, closing off her dreamlight with a snap of her wrist. “Yeah… fine.” She cleared her throat, flexing her hand out in front of her. “I guess I was just thinking… about…” She glanced down to the young Dyralian bundled between them, her thumb tucked beneath her two front teeth. Nia sighed, folding in on herself with a shrug. “It just can’t be easy when not just your moms, but every adult in your life are superheroes. All this time, Esme’s believed that her family were the safest they ever could be, because they’re the most powerful, y’know? But she’s never seen any of us get hurt before.”

Brainy shifted uncomfortably. “Ah,” he murmured. “Until now.”

Nia picked at her bracelet idly. “You know she made one of these for every single one of us? And yours—she was determined to get it to you the second she was finished making it. She wants to protect us, just like we protect her.”

“It is a noble thing to do,” Brainy mused. His dark eyes flickered to her when he noticed her hesitation. “You have concerns?”

Nia shrugged again. “I dunno, she’s just a kid! She shouldn’t have to worry about that stuff.”

Brainy frowned, pushing up from his pillow. “Nia, no matter how hard we try, she will discover these things organically. That knowledge will help her better understand this life as well as her own abilities. That, too, will protect her.”

“I hope you’re right.” Nia sighed, finding her gaze once again trailing back down to Esme. At how peaceful she was. How perfect. She swallowed, that same dream sense from earlier twisting her stomach into knots. “I guess I never thought about it before, but… Alex and Kelly are the first of us to start a family. Every time I see Esme struggle with something like this, I think… what if— when we—you know—eventually—”

Brainy kissed her again, and Nia’s eyes fluttered, welcoming his warmth. She felt his knuckles against her jaw, working their way beneath her chin. When Brainy broke away, he held her gaze firmly, his breath a buzzing reassurance against her lips. “Then I suspect our child will be the most loved and adept of us all.”

A bubble caught in Nia’s throat and she laughed, nuzzling her nose against Brainy’s. In response, Brainy’s lips continued their path along her jaw, trailing lazy kisses towards her ear. “Esme will fair just fine,” he breathed, a smile curving against her cheek. “After all, she’s already found ways to look out for us, even if she doesn’t understand the power she carries quite yet.”

Nia kept her head inclined towards Brainy even as they settled back onto their respective pillows, careful not to jostle Esme in the process. “She’s strong, that’s for sure,” Nia admitted, stroking a few stray hairs away from Esme’s nose. “In more ways than one.” She reached out her hand for Brainy to take, his pulse a grounding presence on her palm. “Thanks.”

Brainy squeezed her fingers, his lashes fluttering to a close. He was more tired than he would have ever admitted with Esme in earshot, Nia could see it written all over him. She kept her fingers threaded through his, their hands joined on the pillow above Esme’s head.

When Brainy’s projectors intensified as the restorative cycle successfully took hold for the second time that day, Nia let herself relax, allowing the dreams teasing the edges of her subconscious to finally flood through.

One thing was for certain: Alex and Kelly definitely didn’t need to worry about cutting their date short tonight.-

[aturnoftheearth]

i went to this really shitty private school when i was younger bc my parents got me and my siblings free tuition there bc we were too poor to afford it otherwise and it was closer than any public school (life on the farm 👩‍🌾 ❤️🌽) but it wasn’t shitty in the beginning anyway that has nothing to do with this. we moved when i was going into 6th grade aka the first year of middle school and on the very first day i rode the bus for the first time ever and i got sat with this super extroverted high schooler and all of her friends and they were so loud and at one point one of them pointed at her friend sitting next to me and was like “she’s bisexual but don’t worry she won’t hurt you” like . a regular response in any case would be ?????? huh???? but i had never heard the word bisexual before but i HAD heard the word bipolar so i thought thats what she said. it didn’t change any context for me i was still confused as fuck why they told me that for the rest of the ride home (last bus stop and everything 🚌 ) but when i eventually discovered bisexual people years later it was cemented as a core memory. anyway i hope she’s doing well cheers girl i’m bi too <3

[firthbetterorfirthworse]

Unleashing Mr. Darcy (2016)

I watched this Hallmark movie so you don't have to

And I'm going to tell you allllllllllllll about it so you can suffer along with me and are never tempted to watch.

TL;DR: woman meets man, hates him for no reason, holds on to that hate for ages, then they kiss the end

Cute Whitebread Woman (AKA Liz) is a high school teacher. We know she has Morals because the Asshole Parents of a star lacrosse player try to bribe her to change his grade so he can continue on the team and she says no. This gets her suspended.

She has a dog. She is spending her birthday showing her beloved dog at a dog show. I think this is supposed to set up how she is Sad and In Need Of Love, but it honestly sounds boss and she seems quite happy.

The new judge, Generic Handsome White DudeTM (AKA Donovan Darcy) expressed mild annoyance that she wasn't paying attention and was late to her showing (valid) and when he said "Fine eyes...shame about the freckles though" she thought for 5 seconds he was saying it about her instead of, you know, her dog that he's being paid to judge. This is enough to cement her eternal dislike, even though she admits to her sister Jenna that a lot of it was just about him sounding like Asshole Parent.

Her suspension turns into a firing because one of the Asshole Parents sits on the board, so she takes her mom's friend up on the offer to come stay with her in New York and be the handler for her dogs at shows for a few months. Surprise, Darcy lives across the street. She is very antagonistic toward him, even though Darcy asks if she's always so hostile.

"We have a mutual dislike!" she insists, while everyone denies there is any possibility of Darcy disliking her.

He invites them over to meet his new puppies. Darcy is not there, but they meet bitchy Aunt Darcy and someone named Felicity, who Aunt Darcy insinuates is about to marry Darcy. Liz believes this even though her mom's friend (I'm not confident I ever caught her name) snorts with laughter.

She also met his teenage sister Zara, who cozies up to Liz and admits that Darcy wanted to see her but Aunt Darcy made up an emergency to get her out of the house. (why??? Aunt Darcy had never heard of her. Does she just isolate him from everyone who isn't Felicity?)

Btw, Asshole Parent is suing Liz, saying that she was the one who solicited the bribe. Darcy is concerned when he runs into her and she's crying. She insists she isn't, is very rude, and runs away.

Seriously. Mom's friend, who is friends with Darcy: He doesn't like this other girl, he likes you Darcy's sister: He hates this other girl, he likes you Liz's sister Jenna: I'm dating his best friend, who says he doesn't like this other girl and he likes you Liz: Idk he's probably with this other girl but I don't care because he definitely hates me

Mom's friend maneuvers Liz into being at the groomers at the same time as Darcy. They have a whole Moment, after a dog that doesn't even come up to their knees somehow shakes off enough water to splash their hair and faces, so he tenderly dries her off.

Surprise! Darcy is Very Rich and Important, so the tabloids caught pictures of this moment! Since Felicity has told the tabloids they are together, he's being labeled as a cheater.

Bitch Aunt is super pissed. She insists he needs a proper wife for his head of the charity foundation Lifestyle. Liz is upset and agrees to stay away from him, even though her mom's friend points out how absolutely batshit insane of a viewpoint this is in the modern world.

Did I mention that Bitch Aunt also shows dogs? When her dogs lose to Liz, she claims there is a conflict of interest with Darcy dating one of the handlers and even though Darcy is like "fine I won't judge then" Liz quits her job.

Darcy is like hey don't go home yet. I've protested the decision. If you feel like you're freeloading in the meantime, then you can work for me - puppysit while we go out of town for a week.

"You keep surprising me," says Liz, astonished that Regular Human Man is just a Regular Human Man and not the UltraDick she assumed him to be on no basis whatsoever.

Her sister Jenna begs her to come to some charity gala with her, so she does and surprise! It's Darcy's estate/party! She walks in to see him coming out of the pool (again they got Darcy wet I'm so right about this) She tries to leave but he tells her he wants her to stay.

When the gala starts, he tells her she takes his breath away and asks her to dance. I think this is where she might be realizing that he doesn't hate her (fucking finally)

Asshole Parent is at the gala too, and is like "be sure to watch your wallet with her Darcy, she once tried to pick mine." Darcy is like "do you know him?" and she runs away. Asshole Parent tries to confront her but Darcy takes her side and throws him out. "I've ruined your party" she says, for a few minutes of awkwardness that only a few people noticed. "Your aunt and felicity invited him here because they want me gone." "Well let's shut 'em up," he says, "let's shut 'em all up" and then he KISSES her. IN A CROWDED ROOM. I might care more if there was any chemistry between them.

Everybody gasps and claps. He kicks out Bitch Aunt and Felicity for good measure, for inviting the asshole in, but Liz still leaves the party and goes upstairs to her room. Her sister Jenna overhears her love interest trying to get Darcy to confess to his feelings, but he is not having it, so Jenna gets incredibly upset and convinces Liz to leave (?)

Darcy stops her outside the taxi, has a heartfelt confession of feelings. Says he loves her. Liz tells him to leave her alone.

He writes a heartfelt letter, which she insists is just a rich boy throwing a tantrum for something he couldn't have (honey you've been throwing a tantrum for the entire movie, get over yourself)

Guess what? Her old job calls! They've gotten new info about Asshole Parents, which allows them to hire her back with a 20% raise and kick them off the board. Darcy is the one who saved her job. (she does not take the job, because Morals)

Liz's mom tells her that she looked into Darcy and found out he gives away more money than anyone else in the state of New York. Liz finally starts to believe he is a good guy, even though none of this is new information and in fact was told to everyone about twenty minutes into the movie. In fact it's not until Jenna's love interest shows up and sweeps her off her feet and admits that Darcy was the one who urged him to follow his heart that Liz is like "Darcy? has a heart? omg I love him"

She leaves him some voicemails but he doesn't respond, because he dropped off the grid when she broke his heart. She even moves to New York and job search there in case he calls her back.

He doesn't.

But she runs into him at a dog show! He tells her he listened to the voicemails and her confession of love and they talk about their feelings for like 3 or 4 minutes, standing there holding hands IN FRONT OF A CROWD WHO IS WAITING FOR HIM TO JUDGE THIS DOG THAT'S JUST SITTING THERE.

They kiss. Everyone claps. They break off, embarrassed, realizing they're standing in front of a crowd, aaaaaaaaand then they go back to kissing.

End.

[daretosnoop]

A No Proof Nancy Age based on Timeline Idea

What the title states.

Look, we’ve all been wondering Nancy’s age, and this is just a fun way to guess how old she is in each game based on nothing but context and creativity. There maybe some typos and grammar issues because I wrote this super fast.

The first 4 games occur when Nancy is in highschool. She has a history of solving crimes since she was young and her aunt just turns to her for help which sets off a career.

SCK/SCK Remastered: Nancy is in 9th grade. Younger than the suspects which fits her general confusion about how highschool works and the ease with how she enters the school.

STFD: Nancy is in 10th grade. Most likely on spring or summer break. This puts her at a much younger age than the cast and makes sense why they treat her as a junior. It also makes Rick Arlen’s behaviour very disgusting.

MHM: Nancy is in grade 11. Almost an adult, but still dependent on others. It also makes sense why Hannah would chuck a teenager for summer odd jobs help, over an older Nancy. Rose, Abbey, and Louis’ behaviours as dismissive, and kind of mean, makes sense because they see Nancy as a young kid. It also makes Charlie’s friendliness towards her make sense in comparison to other characters.

TRT: Nancy is in grade 12, winter break. Same situation as MHM.

FIN: Now things change! Nancy specifically mentions Maya as a friend, but Maya is a university student! And what university student would remain close friends with a highscholer? The difference in responsibilities naturally puts a distance, UNLESS, Nancy is also a university/college student! Nancy has joined as a history major due to inspiration from Hotchkiss, and often writes articles for Maya.

SSH: Nancy is a second year history major and is doing an internship at a museum to get curatorial and archives experience.

DOG: Nancy is a third year student and is on fall break/long weekend holiday. Her discover of a speakeasy fits into her history major focus.

CAR: Nancy is a 4th year student and discovers a historical artifact that got stolen. Her interest in history and detective work bridges together, but she’s hasn’t decided what path to take. Should she be a historian, archivist, curator, or detective?

DDI: Nancy is a recent grad and is exhasuted and overworked. To celebrate her graduation she goes for a whale watching tour rest vacation thing and ends up solving another mystery with the aid of some local history.

SHA: Nancy is a fully fledged historian and is looking for a job. She uses the past to figure out the present, and really cements the idea of combining history and mystery as a career.

CUR: Nancy starts a career as a historical detective, but she’s not a licensed detective and is burnt out to start another career. So she advertises herself as a historian but everyone in River Heights know her as a detective and often reach out to her. CUR becomes Nancy’s first real work work.

CLK: Backstory of why Nancy is interested in history. some odd fascination with the 30s.

TRN: Nancy’s reputation is spread around by Hugh Penvellyn and reaches the ears of Lori.

DAN: The news of TRN and Lori makes Nancy well known internationally and more people reach out to her. As always, Nancy’s penchant for history makes solving the mystery easy.

CRE: Nancy has a career existential crises. Maybe she wasn’t getting enough work, or people were commenting that she seems unmotivated. She’s also not sure what she likes and decides to go towards science. Maybe go back and learn to be a forensic detective.

ICE: Nancy continues to see if forensic detective would be a career for her, yet history keeps calling her name.

CRY: Nancy takes a vacation and Ned requests Nancy to check on Henry. Using history and archival knowledge, Nancy solves a case.

VEN: The Italian police reach out to Nancy based on her success with CUR, TRN, and DAN to solve an art smuggling operation. Nancy is now confident that History is what she was always meant to focus on, and forensics science is good information to have.

HAU: Nancy gets invited to her first wedding and realizes people around her are growing up and moving onto different stages of their lives. Yet again, she uses history to solve a mystery.

RAN: Nancy goes on vacation and again uses history to uncover a kidnapping mystery.

WAV: Again, Nancy gets an opportunity to work professionally due to her reputation. But she finds it harder to fit in and relate to the girls because she’s much older now.

TOT: Nancy is in her mid 20′s and is solving a professional mystery. Her experiences and knowledge in science helps her with the case. She also finds herself surrounded by people who are all having career existential crises of some kind. But Nancy grows from the experience and becomes determined to make her dream career work out.

SAW: Nancy gets a vacation and solves a mystery, but this time she’s super confident in herself.

CUR: Nancy’s reputation land her an AWESOME opportunity.

ASH: Well.... someone tries to tarnish Nancy’s reputation...

TMB: Needing a break from River Heights and to give people time to move on from the scandals the came out, Nancy reaches to a former manager for a reference to work on a dig sight. Her history and archaeology degree come in handy!

DED: Nancy gets another awesome professional opportunity.

GTH: Acquaintance asks for assistance and Nancy’s on the case!

SPY: Nancy has a guts to face her own past with all the experience she’s gained.

MED: Nancy decides she needs to up her physical fitness to be ready to take down anyone after her experiences in SPY.

LIE: Museums are contacting each other left and right about this amazing history detective who can stop smugglers!

SEA: Dagny hires Nancy but tricks her into what type of mystery she’s solving. 

MID: Ignoring the MESS of MID, it pretty much follows the whole using the past to solve a present mystery.

[witchofthesouls]

Does anyone else have head canons or thoughts about TFP Soundwave?

Because I got a lot.

I imagine this mech being the youngest of the Decepticon officers and nobody even knows about that little tidbit. Not even Megatron.

Everyone will be like: “Ah yes, he’s the same age as Megatron. Look at his long years in the Pits! The friendship between the two!”

Yeah because he was inside the gladiatorial pits as a child. Not a teenager. A child.

I like to think he was first slotted as a beast tamer because of his lithe figure, but eventually reassigned as a dual-sword wielder after proving himself worthy and able enough for the task. He wanted the heavy-grade armor for his adult frame.

Funny enough, it wasn’t the famous draw between Megatron and Soundwave that cemented their powerful friendship. Megatron would monologue at the quieter mech during meal times and spars after their match. But it wasn’t until Soundwave had seen him deliberately send mecha to the Smelter for targeting the more vulnerable in the gladiatorial rings and the Volupi that Soundwave had thought Okay, he's alright for a champion. because Soundwave did the same thing on the down low.

At that point, Soundwave had his full visor and wasn't much of a talker. Verbally speaks very little. He puts stock in actions rather than words, even if it's just a taunt.

Think of him as that hyper-competent, wizard computer guy but super buff, selectively mute, and has a lot of childhood trauma. Also, it is very epitome of Ride or Die.

[cinturon-cadena]

DP x DC Smallville

Okay, I've been forming this theory for a while now, but this scene just cemented it:

The bottom of her boots? Fenton F??? There is no way you can't tell me those aren't Fenton-grade boots!

Hear me out. I have other evidence.

The principal in season 1 is a man of Asian decent named Kwan. Who else do we know named Kwan?

And to top it off, Smallville's Kwan has a son named Danny. Now obviously, his son isn't Fenton/Phantom, BUT assuming at least the class and maybe the entire town of Amity Park learns Danny's secret, it wouldn't be out of the ordinary that some of his classmates grow up and name a child after their town hero. Even if they never learn Danny's secret, Danny Fenton himself did lead the entire class against Ember and Youngblood, as well as exhibited other noble qualities, so it's not out of the question that at least one of his classmates had a child whom they named 'Danny'.

2. As discussed in this post, the whole 'Kryptonite-is-crystalized-Ectoplasm' theory. Now some of the more meticulous (me) might be wondering, 'if this theory holds up and Kryptonite-Ectoplasm is giving random people in Smallville super/ghost powers, then why didn't Amity Park have the same activity?' Why thank you, Skeptical Voice In My Head! I'll tell you why. First of all, Smallville has had 12 years-worth of exposure to the Kryptonite-Ectoplasm, that's why! During the course of Danny Phantom's runtime we only get to see ~1 year pass. 2 if we're being generous. In addition, despite having a literal portal to Hell the Infinite Realms open basically 24/7 in the town, along with near-daily/hourly ghost attacks, the citizens of Amity Park themselves do not seem to regularly come into contact with any form of Ectoplasm. Unlike in Smallville, where people are handling the stuff almost daily - hell, dozens of people just casually wear it as jewelry, and I guarantee more than 1 person has at least a meteorite rock or 2 in their home, as a keepsake. There is also a potential argument to be made about crystalized Ectoplasm-Kryptonite being more potent than the ambient radiation/gas/liquid stuff we see in Amity Park.

3. There is literally a canonical town near Smallville called Amityville. Enough said.

4. Which brings us to number 4. The Boots.

I propose that it is highly likely that Danny's class grew up through the events of Danny Phantom (sin Phantom Planet), and that Smallville takes place somewhere around ~25 years after the Portal opens. Kwan grew up to be a teacher, then principal, and named his son after Danny (whether he knew Danny's secret or not). Fenton Works continued on in some capacity, whether it's still the Dr's Fenton going at it or if Danny/Jazz inherited the family business, and at some point made a line of Fenton-grade combat boots. Heck, maybe Sam had a say in their design (it is the kind of thing she'd wear).

In addition, if this is ~25 years later, then Amity Park would be full of Liminals right now - probably keeping their nature on the down-low so the rest of the world doesn't know, or being held under a Team Phantom (Foley/Fenton/Technus) or GIW-mandated blackout. Either way, the general world knows Amity ParkVille exists, but not that Liminals live there (unlive?).

And because their exposure to Ectoplasm was much more gradual and they would have had enough cultural exposure to ghosts, they would adapt to their newfound Liminality powers much more effectively than the poor flash-exposured citizens of Smallville who end up insane because they can't handle the sudden influx of power they're granted. The citizens of Amity Park have the tech and know-how to deal with weird ectoplasm-induced ghost powers. They've seen and interacted with enough ghosts that the idea of Obsessions/Purposes/insert-headcanon-here isn't far-fetched and they'd know how to deal with it in a slightly more constructive way (or at least, be able to handle the ghostly aggression that Liminals seem to have, if Smallville is any indication).

SO, In Conclusion, Danny Phantom's Amity Park and Smallville are in the same universe, albeit DP is ~25 years ahead of Smallville's setting.

Just Saying.

[mysterycharacterbracket]

Poll #100

Character 298: She's a snarky, morally questionable AI lady who hates her job and has little to no regard for human life in general. She often threatens to kill her employees, she killed her programmers, she adores the movie Cats(2019) to an upsetting degree, she likes to make up nicknames for people, she just wants a holiday and frequently takes simulated spa breaks. She's even bisexual!

Character 299: he’s first introduced as the man with a scar. he’s canonically gay but the worst at relationships. he accidentally slept with the prime suspect for the case he’s supposed to be working on. he’s a cop but it’s the cold case unit so it’s probably fine. he’s looking into his dad’s suicide because he thinks he was murdered. his brother used to take child him to drug dens because he wanted to get high and didn’t particularly care about his kid brother. he keeps adopting kids and they keep betraying him. he’s been helping one of the constables to rise through the police force and she calls him sarge and helps bring him back to the world of not being stupid. his godmother is high up in the police force and he aggressively refuses to be part of nepotism and then later on she gets kidnapped. his life is terrible and he gets attached to crime scenes. he received the scar on his face from another member of the police force. he’s insane. i love him

he keeps getting info from the guy in charge of the mob. his friends keep turning out to be serial killers. he & one other police guy keep attacking police corruption but nobody likes them so it’s pretty slow. he has the worst taste in men. he straight up asked one guy “did you kill my dad?” and he once managed to break through a wall in a house on fire by scraping the slightly wet cement out from between the bricks and then running at the wall really hard. he’s literally a lunatic. i love this guy so much

Character 300: A short boy who starts out as a typical nerd stereotype but one rock concert later he starts to unleash his sass, he can be kind of a jerk sometimes actually but most of the time he is a cinnamon roll. Literally sang a rock song about following the rules, yeah. Despite the rock concert he still is and probably always will be obsessed with grades (boy almost got a panic attack because he got an A instead of A+) Has a comfort show that he references to often and trusts more then his own logic when in stressful situation. He is super smart but can't read social cues sometimes. Is often carried like a luggage and ends up okay with that. He litterally cloned himself because he couldn't make any decisions and when he had enough of his clones he went 'oh. wait. I can get revange on my friend-bully now" and he almost did, got pied in the face in the aftermatch though. He's a sweetie pie, the boy ever, one of the best characters in the whole show. You can't hate him, it's impossible.

[sugarmountainspring]

April 15.

6:30 : I woke up. Liv was having bad dreams. I had 2 coffees and got dressed while consoling her. I didn't wanna go to work. I grabbed leftover dinner from the fridge, switched my insoles from my rubber adidas to my cheap jordan work shoes, grabbed my backpack and tool bag and went out to my car.

8:00 : I showed up at the office. Its liv's exam week so she doesnt need a lift to school cause theyre all online. I'm always early. Today my drive took me about 10 minutes. I left late and everything. Mondays I go to the office, most other days I just show up where I'm needed. B***** the office lady is taking some time off (I guess), and as usual I show up before the boss. I clock in and clean some old cardboard and garbage from the warehouse. I have a chat with L***, the architect. He tells me about some DJ software he uses and tells me he ran a DJ company for weddings and graduation parties for 26 years. Every time we chat he always reveals something cool like that. After a bit I go out to the front room of the office and hang out with Z**, S*** and N*****. J**** is late, as usual. After a while chatting like that, I check my phone and realize I had a call from my dad (who is also my manager). He says there's a couple of things to do around some properties out in A**********. I like those properties cause nobody is really out there except for R****, the super of the property. He's nice enough but he always talks about stupid shit and doesn't listen back. That's one thing, he's old so I kinda expect that. But if he catches you out by his properties he'll give you all kinds of work that's his responsibility but he doesn't want to do. Luckily, I avoid him as I pull into Building A.

10:00 : Unit 302 has some pretty bad water damage. I throw on the new Super Eyepatch Wolf video to listen to while I work. Above the window is a huge sheet of drywall, heavy, warped, and half fallen out of place. I start by trying to slice it up. I saw and saw and saw with my utility knife. I make a cut about 2 inches into the sheet. No dice. I decide hitting chunks off with my hammer would probably work better. I give it a hard whack and make nothing more than a small dent. Awesome. It looks like the repeated wetting and drying have turned the naturally flaky, wafery drywall to what is equivalent to a solid piece of cement. At this point, my grade 11 and 12 auto shop teacher's words ring in my head. "There are surgeons, and there are butchers. You should aim to be a surgeon, but butchers exist for a reason." I start tearing down the sheet with my hands, careful not to disturb the L-bracket that holds the bad piece of drywall to good ones around the window. From the ceiling falls several dead wasp nests and what appears to be a birds nest. No critters in there. Lucky me. I pack up the debris I've made and toss it in one of the garbage bins around the property.

11:30 : this is why I like a********** properties. Nobody ever does anything around here. At the end of my last little bit of work, I cleaned up the hole I made with my knife. With that solid drywall, my blade broke off like I was trying to carve the hole out of a lemon wafer stick. I just spent the last 20 minutes fucking around, trying to find a new blade. Nobody breathing down my neck or telling me to get back to work. It's kinda nice. Once that's done, I remember I was told to help out cleaning up the properties. Normally what that entails is moving garbage people are too lazy to throw in the garbage bin from the side of the bin to the inside of the bin. At the main hub I go to at this property, the bins are overflowing with junk and there are 4 twin sized box springs, 2 couches and several bags of garbage to the side. Hm. Down the line of houses and apartment buildings on the street, lots of bins that are much emptier. Guess I'm doing some hauling.

11:54 : I've scoped out some empty bins, and I've thrown some couches and shelves into them. I never ate breakfast, so I eat lunch. Today, I will be eating leftovers, a luxury I don't normally have. Normally, I'd eat at Wendy's, A&W, or grab something from the hotplate at the Foodland around the corner. But today I'm eating the Thai chili chicken on fluffy jasmine rice I made yesterday. Saving money never tasted sooooo good. At this point I'm listening to a video from one of my favourite channels, ANIKI, about the history of the yakuza from the 17th century to today. I grab a seat in my car, roll the windows down a crack because it's getting hot out (finally) and chow down.

12:05 : I finish lunch. During lunch, I think about how my car really needs an oil change, and how sometimes the "check coolant" light pops on. With the weather changing, I understand the latter and that doesn't worry me. The former? A little more pressing. There's one mechanic I trust in town. It's hours are the exact same as my work hours. I use my car for work so I can't just drop it off and pick it up at the end of the day. And one of those "half hour oil and tire change" places? Forget it. My mom got one of those a month ago and she's had nothing but trouble with her car since, from them explaining she needs a new fly wheel which she didn't pay for, to a transmission fluid flush that she did pay for, which immediately sprang a leak, stopped working, and needed to be repaired at the garage I trust that I mentioned earlier. I can change oil no problem, I just don't know where to dispose of the old oil. Maybe I should just lean into being scummy and throw it in the lake or just let it drain into some Tupperware and throw them into public trash cans. Much to consider. Much to stress over, more like. But for now, I'm back to slugging around old dirty wet couches and beds. I would ask myself why I don't get a desk job doing data entry and sending emails, but I know I'd be just as whiny and complainy there as I am here. At least here I get some exercise and some sun and a decent wage. My town isn't exactly a hub for business, but this is where I live so I take what gets doled out to me. There's a real meth problem in my city. Everywhere you go, you see people pushing shopping carts full of jumper cables, old shoes missing matches, and pounds upon pounds of sweets, eyes bugged out of their heads, screaming at people, twitching and itching all over. I've been having a nagging thought over the past couple of months that, while that seems less than optimal, I'm kinda at my breaking point. Should I just give up on regular society and run with that society? Or should I finally do what I've been thinking about since I was 15 and just kill myself. I know everyone says life gets better as you get older but I found that hard to believe back then, and I still do today. For now, I haul garbage.

2:49 : moved around as much junk as I could. There's still a couple of couches and a huge mattress by one of the bins but they don't fit in my car and the next empty bin to the one they're next to is about a kilometer away. I still have an hour left at work today so I may drag them over. I may not. Who's to say. I may just hang out. That's the beauty of working at the farthest property from the office. Nobody's gonna say anything! Since I last logged my stuff here, I went out to the D*** road property. It's a lazy Monday, I'm done all my make readys for my move ins next month so I'm not stressed, and I just cleaned up some garbage there. There's a lot less to do over there. One box spring, a couple cardboard boxes, and an old bathtub. All tossed in a bin. I caught one of the cleaners out there and we talked. I'm bad with names, so I can't put it here, even in a redacted form. She's nice though. We just talked about how expensive shit is getting, and how much of a dickhead our boss is. He drives a ferrari. He's a landlord. He's kinda a local villain. He sent me and everyone I work with an email to explain that we wouldn't be able to get in touch with him cause he's skiing in the north pole right now because business is so bad because hamas terrorists killed a bunch of innocent colonizers on the other side of the planet. OK man. I've worked here since the beginning of January and I still haven't seen him. And this is his second vacation of the year. Last was at the south pole. Thoughts and prayers dude, I hope you can crank up rent even higher soon 🙏. During my chat with the cleaning lady my bestie sent me some pics. During high school we were super tight, but their parents moved to Nova Scotia on our last day of grade 11 and they've lived there ever since. But just yesterday they touched down in Alberta for a summer job out in the mountains at some kind of resort. Included in some of the pics they sent me was a trailer park at the foot of some mountains. Doesn't that just seem beautiful? I'm not a man of excess, I'm very very easy to please, I think I could do well in a cheap double-wide with a view. I think I could convince Liv to get out there with me. She's in school right now so it would probably take a year or two. But I've talked about moving all over (even to alberta) so many times this is all just another pipe dream. That being said, best of luck to the homie Llewellyn and all of their future alberta endeavors.

4:00 : leaving work. Didn't do any more cleaning. Just sat around.

4:26 : just got home. Liv stayed home to study for her exams. But she cooked me some Ramen and hot dogs that were ready when i got home. Thank you Liv ❤️. She's watching a YouTube video where some Korean guys bite things in a kitchen, and some of the things they bite may be cake. It's a beautiful warm day out so I put down my tools and stripped butt naked, sat down on the couch, and dug into my food. I think I'm going to play some pokemon quarantine crystal on my phone.

4:54 : changed my mind and changed the TV to something we can watch together. Literally since I made that last entry to now I've been looking for a movie to watch. I settled on hereditary. It took me half an hour to find a movie. I think there's something wrong with my brain

5:15 : Liv wanted to paint so I'm here on da toilet thinking of things to paint

6:29 : I painted a face. I always paint faces. This one came out ugly. That's ok cause plenty of people have ugly faces. I feel ugly so I wanted to make something kinda ugly. I had a beer and now I'm laying in bed. I never nap but I feel like I want one right now. I asked Liv to wake me up in 20 but idk if I'll actually fall asleep at all. Guess we'll see.

6:34 : instagram was always fucking dumb but now it feels extra extra dumb.

8:29 : Liv came in to "wake me up" (I didn't sleep) but she climbed into bed and we held eachother and we had sex. We left bed, she continued painting and I played some Persona 4, which I haven't played in a bit. Good news everyone: Yukiko Amagi is safe!! Me and Liv are going out to get Boba now. Liv's painting is really pretty. A long time ago she painted one really similar to what she's painting now, so this one is kinda an update. A psychedelic bust of a headless pink and yellow lady on a royal blue background. She says she's gonna have flowers busting out of a crack in her chest and her head hole. I can't wait to see how it turns out.

10:04 : it's the end of the day. I took my garbage out and passed my downstairs neighbors in the hall. We said hi. Paper recycling today. I've been slacking on that one. I don't care about recycling, it's just that it tears the regular garbage bags so it's easier to put it in a bin. So it's all outside now. I took a quick shower. I didn't wash my hair because I don't like the way it looks after it's been washed, all poofy and round. I blew my nose in my hand and it was still black from the dust in the unit with the warped drywall. A symbol of a hard day's work. Well, maybe not that hard. Either way, I'm in bed right now. Liv is calling her mom. They're tight. When she hangs up, we'll probably watch some simpsons or seinfeld and fall asleep hugging eachother all soft and warm uwu

[kellenhathspoken]

My French teachers and professor throughout the years have been completely whacky and insanely interesting. As a French tutor now, I feel I owe it to them for not only teaching me my second language but also inspiring me to teach it. From kindergarten to college, let’s break down each and every one of those profs dingues:

Kindergarten: Madame Olga

All I remember about Madame Olga is that she was Russian and had a bob! My sister tells me that when the Catholic school we went to didn’t have a gym teacher for a couple of years for whatever reason, Madame Olga was the stand-in PE teacher, and apparently gym class with Madame Olga (even as a gym teacher she was referred to as Madame!) involved her reading aloud from an outdated textbook on how to play sports and do simple exercises such as jumping jacks! Incroyable ! I remember learning the word “fromage” from one of Madame Olga’s weekly classes and finding the word hilarious; I remember being a little kid in the grocery store with my mom, and as we passed by the cheese aisle, I’d yell, “Le fromage !” Finding French funny was formative (pardon the alliteration) and cemented a lot of vocabulary in my brain.

Grade school: self-taught (lol)

I don’t remember having a French teacher for the rest of grade school. I do remember being a troublemaker, however! I couldn’t stop laughing in class and I often made other kids laugh too. I couldn’t help it, everything can be so funny! I remember being the designated class clown and getting sent out of the classroom to sit in the hallway due to talking and laughing too much. What a ridiculous punishment! It didn’t really teach me anything except to talk more quietly (I’ve never been a good whisperer) and sneakily to avoid punishment. In retrospect, those teachers should have encouraged me to write down what I had to say; I was aching to express myself but didn’t know how to do it appropriately! It wasn’t until middle school when I learned the appropriate time and place to talk and laugh and make others laugh. Then I had a few teachers who encouraged me to write instead of sending me out into the hallway. Even when those Catholic grade-school teachers sent me out into the hallway, I still found a way to laugh — alone, to boot, like a true maniac!

Re: French, I remember teaching myself with a “French for Dummies” book. I was obsessed with French and France. There’s a scene in the Suspiria remake that resonated with me: young Suzie Bannion circling Berlin on a map during a lesson — all she can think about is Berlin while having no idea why. She then gets into trouble for disregarding the lesson but can’t help but still think about Berlin. That’s how I felt about France as a kid. I was a weird kid.

Middle school: Madame S.

This French teacher was iconique. She had a bob like Madame Olga but a striking aquiline nose that I loved to stare at. I’ve always been fond of big noses. They’re so elegant, like a toucan’s colorful beak! Madame S. was also obsessed with France; our French classes consisted of half-language, half-culture, which was such a delight! La bise has always been an interesting cultural practice; everyone gets a kiss! Tu vs. Vous is a fun way to distinguish a friend from a rando! Saying “Bonjour” before saying anything else to a worker when entering a store? So very clearly polite for everyone involved! I felt special in Madame S.’s classes because she’d pick me to demonstrate to the class how to pronounce words. “It’s ‘question,’ not ‘question!’” I remember getting into Yelle around this time because when I was acting in plays at the local community theater, one of my high-school directors knew I was a young Francophile and recommended them to me. I discovered later that their song “Je veux te voir” was egregiously vulgar for a middle schooler to listen to! I survived nonetheless.

High school: Monsieur E.

Such an intense ex-military translator who spoke French, Spanish and Arabic! Super type A and anal. My god, that dude needed a Xanax. I remember he’d tell us stories about his time in the military during Desert Storm. At the time I didn’t care, but in retrospect I bet they were interesting stories, especially as a translator. He respected me and eventually encouraged me to do French independent study and then dual enrollment at the local community college, which I did! He also told me once that “the grammatical gender of genitals in French is never what you’d expect it to be.” He was right! The French have “le vagin” and “la bite”… How queer!

College: Madame D.

Such a fascinating, complex, intense friendship I had with Madame D. After dual enrolling in three of her courses in high school (two or all three were taught entirely in French; no English was allowed! My throat always hurt after those classes), I became very close with Madame D. She appointed me the president of her French club, she encouraged me to tutor my classmates in French, she gave me French New Wave recommendations (she showed me The 400 Blows and Zazie dans le métro, two fabulous movies that I still love!), and eventually we’d go out to get coffee, lunch and dinner together. Then we’d watch movies at her house, and she’d make me delicious Belgian food and pour me glasses upon glasses of Belgian beer and French wine, and we even smoked weed together one time. In the two years I knew her, it was intense from the very beginning, until I moved to Detroit and cut her from my life temporarily after she tried to make a move on me in a movie theater when we went to see The Disaster Artist (I still can’t rewatch that movie lol). I do think about her from time to time and how lonely we both were at the time. We sometimes text each other on WhatsApp but I have recently tended not to respond. I hope she’s OK. Overall, I think French is a language where it’s incredibly easy to accidentally say something perverted and/or sexual, therefore leading to lots of laughter and embarrassing moments. Whenever I speak French, my mouth feels like it’s making out with someone endowed (or cursed) with a long tongue — long enough to caress my uvula with it! Ew!

All in all, I’ve had some absolute freaks as French teachers! Each was more uniquely bizarre than the last, but none deterred me too much from continuing to learn this silly language. Beyond French, I’ve studied Spanish, German, some Russian, a little Portuguese, and a tiny bit of Italian. I would love to learn Arabic and Mandarin and Japanese and Catalan. And Greek! Ancient Greek! I ❤️ languages.

[eddo-tensei]

(Spoilers for Derision and Miraculous Ninja)

You know what's funny? I barely knew about any of the details surrounding Derision, especially when it pertained to what the actual prank was. Yet I was able to predict two things about it in separate ways. I wrote a chapter that talked about how Nino got pranked by some boys in Grade 6, which included Kim, and my most recent chapters involved Marinette getting a locker full of spiders.

Most ironically, I wrote Chloe to be against a prank that involved (fake) dead animals being used to traumatize Marinette. I bet if someone were to read my fanfic now, they would get super mad that I gave Chloe standards. Like, wow, how dare I not write Chloe to be a one-dimensional monster? You can argue about how I wrote the OC she fought with, but don't yell at me just because I didn't abide by canon I wasn't even aware of at the time of writing.

And frankly, I'd rather not follow it at all. The moment Su-Han bowed out in the fashion he did was the moment that cemented my refusal to adapt anything that happened or was revealed in Season 5 and every episode that came after it only reinforced that decision.

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[podddcasttt]

Working with children and children's media as a job is so good for reclaiming a sense of wonder. Like, I'll put together a book display about dinosaurs and realize that this actually is so cool. Dinosaurs are awesome and it's insane that these giant creatures walk the same earth as us. I chose a pop up board book (Cookie Count by Robert Sabuda) for my K-1st grade storytime last week and got super worried that they'd think it's too babyish, but they got really into it and wanted me to stay on pages longer so they could pick out details in the 3D illustrations. Like, yes, that book really was a work of art and the illustrations really were gorgeous!! I pass a cement mixer on the road and think about the kids who leave with armfuls of books about trucks and construction sites

[rosanna-writer]

27, 44 and 45 for the book ask!

27. What was the first book you remember reading as a kid?

I have no idea actually? I was definitely one of those kids who started reading super early, and I genuinely can't remember

44. The book(s) whose stories have become part of your very makeup.

Phantom of the Opera (both the original and the Kay book), for sure. I read it at such an impressionable age that I think it permanently altered my taste in media overall. There are SO MANY other things I've loved that I can trace back to Phantom in one way or another (Moulin Rouge!, Les Miserables, Edgar Allan Poe, Carmilla, Stephen King, The Yellow Wallpaper...)

Similarly, I think the middle grade spy novels I was into as a kid definitely shaped a lot of my taste as an adult. I'd Tell You I Love You But Then I'd Have to Kill You was definitely Peak Romance to me at like...age ten or eleven. There wasn't really romance in Artemis Fowl or SilverFin, but I think along with the Gallagher Girls books, those really cemented my love for like...spy/heist/crime stories that completely ignore geopolitics and realism in favor of fun/good pacing/well-executed twists.

45. What book(s) would you sell your soul to get a TV or movie adaptation of?

I would KILL for an Innkeeper Chronicles TV show. Like just a bunch of one-off stories about Dina and Sean running the Inn and getting into Shenanigans? It would become everyone's go-to comfort show and we'd get sooooo many Sean Evans werewolf thirst trap edits.

It would be perfect. Ilona Andrews's other series, Hidden Legacy, would also be SO GOOD for a movie adaptation, with all the silly magical fight scenes and people looking hot.

[la-principessa-nuova]

when my third grade teacher mocked me in front of the class for my “excuses” when i tried to explain my difficulty with focusing and remembering my homework without knowing it was ADHD yet

she pulled me to the front of the room while the rest of the class was silently working on something to show me the “excuse book” she made for me to write my excuses in and every time I missed an assignment I would have to write it down and show it to her

whereas up until then I sometimes didn’t do my homework and sometimes remembered, on top being super embarrassing, that cemented in my head that i was “the kid that doesn’t do homework” and made doing homework feel insurmountable

and i didn’t start regularly doing homework until college when it really, really mattered

[mysterycharacterbracket]

Poll #100 2nd place RUNOFF

Character 299: he’s first introduced as the man with a scar. he’s canonically gay but the worst at relationships. he accidentally slept with the prime suspect for the case he’s supposed to be working on. he’s a cop but it’s the cold case unit so it’s probably fine. he’s looking into his dad’s suicide because he thinks he was murdered. his brother used to take child him to drug dens because he wanted to get high and didn’t particularly care about his kid brother. he keeps adopting kids and they keep betraying him. he’s been helping one of the constables to rise through the police force and she calls him sarge and helps bring him back to the world of not being stupid. his godmother is high up in the police force and he aggressively refuses to be part of nepotism and then later on she gets kidnapped. his life is terrible and he gets attached to crime scenes. he received the scar on his face from another member of the police force. he’s insane. i love him

he keeps getting info from the guy in charge of the mob. his friends keep turning out to be serial killers. he & one other police guy keep attacking police corruption but nobody likes them so it’s pretty slow. he has the worst taste in men. he straight up asked one guy “did you kill my dad?” and he once managed to break through a wall in a house on fire by scraping the slightly wet cement out from between the bricks and then running at the wall really hard. he’s literally a lunatic. i love this guy so much

Character 300: A short boy who starts out as a typical nerd stereotype but one rock concert later he starts to unleash his sass, he can be kind of a jerk sometimes actually but most of the time he is a cinnamon roll. Literally sang a rock song about following the rules, yeah. Despite the rock concert he still is and probably always will be obsessed with grades (boy almost got a panic attack because he got an A instead of A+) Has a comfort show that he references to often and trusts more then his own logic when in stressful situation. He is super smart but can't read social cues sometimes. Is often carried like a luggage and ends up okay with that. He litterally cloned himself because he couldn't make any decisions and when he had enough of his clones he went 'oh. wait. I can get revange on my friend-bully now" and he almost did, got pied in the face in the aftermatch though. He's a sweetie pie, the boy ever, one of the best characters in the whole show. You can't hate him, it's impossible.