#that vibe they had

[frownyalfred]

I've just read a diamond sky and gosh it's just such a heartbreaking dynamic between them, but so sweet while it lasts. I can't stop thinking about a fic of Alfred being manhandled and bullied into bed bc he's sick/exhausted and he's trying his hardest to stay even just a little bit professional, but in between Martha's omega fussiness and Thomas' alpha protectiveness, he just can't win. (He fucking won).

I feel like you're reading my mind, that was exactly the kind of follow-up fic I wanted to write to that fic. He's so good at taking care of his pack omega and alpha, but what about when he needs to be taken care of? Sure they asked him to be pack beta, but that means he has a duty to fulfill, and he can't be sick or tired when people are depending on him. Meanwhile Martha and Thomas are fussing over him because yes, Alfred is the glue in this pack, but he's the glue whether he's actively working or simply lying there. They want to be there with him, even if he's passed out and drooling. Even if he's not "useful."

Alfred's need to be professional and hold to his duty is so charming to me. Especially when it's contrasted with Martha and Thomas' absolute disregard for propriety and "proper" pack dynamics. Martha will growl and Thomas will purr and they'll both subvert their own stereotypes a million times over just to make Alfred laugh a little.

[stealingpotatoes]

tried to tell my faithful eunuch Tucker that he was basically tumblr famous, but he was too focused on defending the homestead to care

[alucardsinep]

[o0kawaii0o]

Roronoa Zoro

[orpheus-has-lyreizz]

gen z Telemachus

[starjuicebox]

a shared gift

[lazylittledragon]

bg3 x taskmaster filed under 'things that are funny to me and nobody else'

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanesss was NOT doing her job in FNAF movie

[cozymochi]

i cannot believe that Jamil and Sebek were neck-and-neck for 24 hours straight with ten other candidates in that goofy af poll— and it still ended in a DRAW. 😭(This is how I pictured it) So, NOBODY GETS ANYTHING.

Shoutout to the runner ups, Leona who coasted through in 2nd the entire time, and Ace who struggled a lot initially and after many hurdles, managed to clock in 3rd at the last second.

ko-fi

[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[bogkeep]

ok so i think that my favourite fantasy subgenre is The Inherent Tragedy Of Being Born Into Royalty. which mostly means that i like to read about gay princes but with some nuance

[freshbeeth]

i hate gay halloween what do you mean you’re the cunty fuzzy octoling from splatoon

[artist-rat]

fine dining at the blushing mermaid. with the boogieboys

[foldingfittedsheets]

I think something a lot of other people can relate to is the way that you get so conditioned to discomfort that you stop registering it.

I remember sitting at the table with my family, eating dinner as a child. I’d try to eat, because of course I was hungry. But sometimes the flavor or texture was so repugnant that it moved into a category of Not Food.

“Two more bites before you can leave the table.”

“I can’t,” I’d say, trying to explain the impossibility.

But because I was a child they heard, “I won’t,” and made me sit at the table. I’d sit in dull agonized silence, bored and hungry for hours until bedtime when they’d give up. I’d hate myself for not eating and my parents for forcing me to sit there. The few forcefeeding moments ended in vomit.

They’d say, “If you don’t eat this you can’t eat a snack later,” and I moved past trying to communicate my discomfort into accepting that I’d just be hungry.

That state of affairs didn’t last, because my parents realized nothing could force me to eat so they catered to my palate, worrying they’d starve me. But the message stuck. If you can’t do anything about a situation, just accept the suffering.

A few years later my mother called me off the playground to ask, “Are you limping?”

I shrugged. My feet had hurt for a long time, but that was just the way things were now. My mom pulled my socks and shoes off and gasped. The soles of my feet were covered in huge painful planters warts.

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” She demanded but I could only shrug at her. I’d learned a long time ago that saying things about my discomfort didn’t matter, so now I had no words. Sometimes things hurt and sometimes they don’t. I simply accepted and did my best.

Now as an adult trying to learn to improve my own conditions can be hard. If I make food that I can’t eat I’ll force myself to sit at the counter still, full of guilt and self loathing, trying to will myself to eat it.

At first I needed my betrothed to gently take it away to present me with something I could eat. Now on my own I can usually admit that it’s not happening before too long and get something else, but I still feel guilty.

Laying in bed at night waiting for my betrothed to finish getting ready I let out a huge sigh of relief when they turned the lights off.

“Why didn’t you turn them off if they bothered you?” they asked the first time it happened.

“I didn’t even know it was bothering me until it was gone.”

Assessing my physical state now to see if I can improve it is something I’m still relearning but I’m relieved to finally have the space and support to do it.

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

We all know the semi-canonical ‘all the Robins know to hide/duck inside of Batman’s cape, even as adults’ thing.

We also know that Danny ‘is LITERALLY a ghost’ Fenton sucks at remembering his own intangibility while ALSO forgetting to look ahead of him.

All I’m saying is, Danny Fenton (or Phantom, if you’d really like) would absolutely SLAM into Batman on accident while running on roof tops and Bruce ‘Brooding Instinct’ Wayne doesn’t even think twice about letting the kid hide and scanning around for danger before there’s a record scratch of ‘wait who tf is this?’ kicks in.