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[star--anon]

Newt is surprisingly tranquil when it comes to video games, opting instead to simply turn the game off and stop playing for a while. Secretly, this is because he anthropomorphizes everything, and he thinks video games get sad when you stop playing them.

literally just putting them in time-out like "think about what you did"

Minho, on the other hand, has tremendous video game rage.

For the sake of world peace, Newt sits with him while he's playing and peppers him with kisses when he loses

[guardian-angle22]

911 lone star fashion -> every marjan outfit

↳ 4.12

[bongo-clash]

This is a complete crack idea. However: dp/dc au where Danny is Alfred. He found out that he is 1) Immortal and 2) can shapeshift and he's just been randomising his customisation settings ever since. When he goes into butler work for the Waynes he decides to be as stereotypical as possible figuring it'll be really funny for the few years he works for them, and the bit is indeed Very Good- right up until their son gets orphaned. It's been 30 years and now the bit is just his life. 

[galaxythreads]

i'm locking everyone who writes about abusive parents and their kids (regardless of age) in a room until they can write a storyline that ends without

the abuse being explained away or not "actually having been abuse, they were trying to protect you or insert bs excuse here"

the abusive parent child reconciling

the child is somehow at fault for not having considered their parents emotions and catering to them. yknow. as a child.

"they just couldn't reach out to you the way you needed :( sorry. He'll do better now! it actually had nothing to do with you and all the years of your life you felt ignored and belittled actually all had to do with him, and better forgive and forget!

the child having to make up because their kids "deserve to have grandparents" (not these grandparents)

emotional abuse/neglect being treated as a lesser form of abuse because it didn't leave physical wounds

moms are somehow less accountable for abuse because she's a girl and all moms are magical beings who can't be abusive somehow. (this is false)

[snoozepotato]

We’ll Be Fine -2- (Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x f!Reader)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the original source material or any of its characters.

she/her pronouns

Congratulations, I have gifted you a younger brother for this story!

Category: slice of life, slow burn, mutual pining

Warnings: swearing, anxiety, therapy mention

Masterlist

Summary: Your brother and his friends barge into your flat while you're distracted playing video games.

Part 2

~CHAMPION~

The door to your flat bursts open as your brother loudly makes his way into the space, two of his ‘little friends’ following reluctantly but not far behind. You make a mental note to move the spare key… Again. 

Maybe ‘little friends’ wasn’t the best term to describe them… They were all absurdly enormous men who looked ridiculous standing in your wee apartment. Creating a massive wall of muscle now blocking the entryway, Soap, and Ghost having stopped just beyond the door.

The lot of them spot you from across the room huddled on a sofa sitting tailor-style, game controller in your hands. Your bewildered gaze shifts to them for a moment, eyes bright, pupils constricted. Suddenly movement erupts on the screen before you, attention snapping back instantly.

The unaware enemy crosses your path, before getting the chance to unholster their weapon you are on them. Crosshairs lock on

 and you pull the trigger. A burst of bullets spraying from your P90, each making contact with the offending player's skull. Starting at the throat making a vertical line up between the eyes as you fight against the recoil, you pull the trigger once more riveting another round of bullets into their cranium. 

They crumble to the ground and you are already on the move, reloading, readying yourself for the next altercation. Focus solely on the screen in front of you, and the distant sound of gunfire guiding you to your next victim. Doing your best to block out the three sets of eyes now watching intently, and the drumming of your heart. 

“Oh SHIT it's been a while, didn’t know you started playing again since therapy, I wanna watch you kick some ASS!” Your brother boasts loudly, making his way across the small room, hurdling over an armchair, and plopping down beside you on the couch carelessly. The sudden force ripples across the surface, rocking you both back and forth on the seat.

Thankfully the action doesn't faze you, you've gotten used to this kind of behavior from your sibling. The group watches as you ambush enemy after enemy, ducking between cover, and healing a few scrapes till the words ‘YOU ARE THE CHAMPION’ appear across the screen in bold white lettering.

“CHAMPION!” Your brother exclaims loudly, throwing his fist into the air. The movement once again rocking you back and forth from your position next to him. The action is more startling this time now that your focus is broken.

You haven't spoken a word the entire time, sitting rigidly in your spot on the sofa. Your body feels as though it's vibrating, coming down from an adrenaline high. You attempt to let out a held breath but it comes out shakier than desired, mentally cursing, feeling warm color pool in your cheeks.

This had been an attempt at something normal, something you used to enjoy… But the current situation brings on a wave of nausea, finding the stale air suddenly hard to cloak down. Clammy hands trembling as you maintain your grip on the controller, you needed to calm down.

Head downcast, loose hair falling like a curtain around either side of your face. Thank God for muscle memory, with a few button presses you exit the match and slap the controller into your brother's outstretched hands. 

“wanted to watch you play,” he grumbles lips pressing into a thin line, narrowing his eyes at you. You let out a breathy laugh, rigid shoulders slumping, a small amount of the tension lifted from the room.

“You just did, why don’t you play with your friends,” you say while getting up from the couch and heading into the adjacent kitchen, anxiety still bubbling in your stomach.

Soap moves to take your spot while Ghost stays near the door, silently observing as you make your tea. You take a moment to tuck your loose hair into the hood of your sweatshirt before picking up the steaming cup on the counter.

“Please knock next time,” you announce, a request shot towards your brother.

Heading out of the kitchen, mug in hand, you give them a quick thumbs-up before silently disappearing behind the door on your left.

“She used to play this game a lot, she’s REALLY good, I mean you watched her play, that rampage,” your brother laughs as they fumble around in the game's menu.

Half-lidded eyes study the closed door, Ghost wonders why you stopped playing, wonders if you have ever shot a gun before. None of this should matter to him, he finds the fact that he's dwelling on it to be mildly concerning.

Thanks for reading <3

@tallrock35

[blue-jos10]

day 2381364 of thanking nora that aftg isn't set in fucking highschool

[anglerflsh]

unspecified werewolves

[razzle-zazzle]

Ok tell us about imposter au bc 👀👀👀

OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABOUT THIS ONE.

Okay so. without looking through my old stuff for it. What can I remember off the top of my head.... there were clones, I know that, and the clone the story focused on, #424, mainly had an arc about realizing he's not Cole but Cole's clone and then having an existential crisis + becoming his own person.

And then I think the OG Cole destroyed the facility making the clones and then fucked off to be a hermit in the woods because.... OH YEAH he found a BABY in the rubble and needed to protect it! I can't recall if the baby was a clone of all the ninja or just some of them.... I think they were called Coffee though?

Man, some of my old AUs really were just. Whatever concepts I wanted. And I was so real for that kind of self-indulgence actually. I need to be sillier with it tbh

[battleslippers]

my mother (in spanish): "you know, I think homosexuality has got to be at least a little genetic. I don't know anybody on my family and on your dad's family that's gay, and nobody now is. Look at [family friend's] family, her sister is trans and [grandson] turned out to be gay! What do you think?"

me in the passenger's seat knowing the irony of the situation will haunt me for years to come: "fascinating take! 🙂"

[sen-ya]

this week kicked my ASS did u know if it gets too hot out the New Jersey transit trains just stop working?? All I’ve been tryna do is type set 12 pages of life after this week and I have four left I will probably finish them today but know I am frustrated to have lost my train drawing time because I had to fist fight my way into the hell hole that is New York City

[kdramamilfs]

simone kessell as belle james in pine gap (2018) - episode 2 (2/2)

[specters]

big changes coming in the andrew specters lifeosphere transgenders transsexuals etc etc... i finally got set up with a consultation for top surgery!!!

[snekdood]

i hope those kids who beat up and killed that trans kid get their shit rocked.

[anyataylorjoys]

Weirdos will literally enter your dms just to argue with something you’ve said or tell you that they think you’re a dumb fuck or whatever. I realize some people haven’t matured to the point of understanding that not all disagreements require an energy investment. But then there's others who engage in this behavior because it's only about taking out their rage on a total stranger to boost their ego. If you have ever engaged with me this way, just know you tried (and failed) to make your issue with me my problem, at the end of the day it's still only your problem and I go to sleep unbothered. In my mind, you are literally the equivalent of a random person coming up to me in the street and yelling in my face, narcissistically expecting that I am to care about your opinion, or that I will be changing mine because you called me a "big dummy"… Who are you? Reclaiming my time.

[claudemblems]

OH MAN AM I GONNA HAVE TO EXPLAIN TO MY FUTURE THERAPIST THAT I WRITE FANFIC???????

[honey-skulls]

HUGE VENT

I'm sorry but i need to get this out, just please don't worry too much or take anything personally/gen

My routine these last two weeeks has been:

-Wake up at my 10 am alarm and spend the whole day in bed, mentally and physically exhausted, brain fog and no motivation for anything, only getting up to eat, having to wait for the "food time" hours to roll around that my therapist gave me because I'm not allowed to eat outside of those hours and if I'm hungry but missed the last food time then too bad, struggling to stay awake because again I'm not allowed to sleep out of the "sleep hours" she gave me and that includes naps, excitedly waiting for 21h30/22h to roll around so i can finally sleep

-Spend the evening mentally screaming in my mind because, while my body is still just as physically exhausted, my mind is suddenly sharp and full of ideas and motivation, but i'm still too tired to get up and draw

-Then spend midnight and onward rolling around in bed, hot and bored out of my mind because my physical tiredness also vanished, but i'm not allowed to get up and draw because it's "sleep hours" and i need to reschedule my body, and end up falling asleep at around 5 am

I'm totally not slowly loosing my mind 😃👍

Edit: Oh also the constant noise in my ears has gotten worse, i don't know what silence is anymore

Silence is actually worse than loud rooms

It's driving me insane

It's so loud