#that would suckkk

[bread-of-death]

Keep having to remind myself that not only can I not eat I can't drink for the next twelve hours :((

[crimeronan]

thinking about the canon selves meeting their princess AU selves again. the current thought is canon hunter talking to princess/empress luz which i don't think i've ever properly considered before but it's very funny and sweet and just a little awful. canon hunter like "listen.... if he grew up protecting and guarding YOU then i'm POSITIVE his life was better than mine. sorry it came at the cost of yours sucking shit though" and empress luz is like "BELOS ABUSED HIM??? FOR OUR ENTIRE LIVES???" while hunter's like ".....SO??? HE DOES THAT IN EVERY TIMELINE??"

[surprised-spades]

Spy: Where's Scout, Engineer, and Pyro? Soldier: They're playing hide and seek. Spy: Where? Soldier: I don't think you get how this game works.

[reputatatarchive]

i promise i will be around later tonight but for now it‘s going to birthday shenanigans abd a lot of eating cake see ya later homies ☺️

[number1abbasupporter]

Pandora and Dorcas: *sitting by each other*

Barty and Evan: *sitting by each other*

Regulus: I can’t believe i’m the only one of us that is single

Everyone: WHAT?!

Regulus: i’m not stupid you know

Regulus, pointing at Pandora and Dorcas: I know you two are dating

Regulus, pointing at Evan and Barty: and I know you two are dating

Everyone:

Regulus: you’re not as discreet as you think

[snowisflesh-blog123]

idk man there's smth ab working in an extremely masucline workspace that makes being gay-trans so fucking hard idk. anyway new type of guy just dropped and he whimpers and shakes while watching chuck and larry

[heatwa-ves]

heartbreaking seeing someone turn into a jjk blog

[insomtiny]

but like i was fully cognitive the whole time i just got super dizzy and my vision was blurry and the right side of my body had like a light numbness/tingling sensation, but i was still walking and talking fine

[teddybeartoji]

i think gojo would be TERRIBLE at any type of imposter game. like those mafia games or among us etc etc. HE WOULD SUCKKK. he has never won a single game. ever. he just gets so excited whenever he's The Bad Guy and he gets this glint in his eyes and it just makes it so fucking obvious that he's the one lmao. and then he's soooooo sad when he loses:(((( like c'mon guys how'd you know it was me:(((( BE SERIOUSSSS YOU LITERALLY WENT "MWAHAHAHA" WHEN THE GAME BEGAN???????????????????? he's stupid i can't believe i love him

[scikeyuri]

aw man it sure would make the fandom mad if mkulia became canon next week am i right guys haha yeah that sureeeee would suckkk if they made out in the confessionals oh boy would it be totallyyyyy uncool if it became canon (im winking behind the phone screen rn)

[notroosterbradshaw]

I wish you would write a fic where…Rooster teaches someone to play the piano. Could be to anyone: reader, reader’s child, or a music teacher!Rooster AU…anything you can come up with!

it's like you were in my daydreams, nonny, seriously. understand i don’t know the first thing about playing the piano so hopefully, this does not suckkk. I would have loved to have written music teacher!rooster, but I wouldn’t do it justice. So, if any of my friends know piano enough, I will put this to them! fluff awaits in ficlet form, I hope you enjoy x

Bradley had been gone a while, needing to shower before dinner after a sweaty afternoon in the cockpit. He enjoyed his space to shower, give him time to go over his day and just take time for himself (except those rare times when you’d join him of course, but those were a rarity these days). 

He’d willingly accepted the whiskey you’d handed him when he walked in, on ice when he arrived to cool him somewhat. And he’d kissed you slow and purposefully, grounding himself back to the Earth and more importantly you. You hadn’t mentioned to him that the one item he’d been waiting weeks to arrive had been placed with love and care in the study. You wanted him to unwind before -

“Daddy! Hurry up, you need to see this!” 

Well, the peace and quiet were nice while it lasted. You heard the shower shut off and the sound of feet thundering down the hallway towards the bathroom,  knocking incessantly. 

A few minutes later, Bradley reappeared in his boardies and a loose white tee, bare feet, hair loose and tendrils stuck to his forehead, wandering down the stairs with his baby girl on his hip. “What do I just gotta see?” Rooster chuckled, placing his little one on the floor and she took off. “It finally came?” he asked you hopefully.

You gave a wink in confirmation as he kissed you tenderly and took off with the same speed as your daughter.

“Okay, kiddo, ready to do this?” Rooster asked, plopping little miss on his lap as she bashed the keys in only the way an excited child can. It had been months since Rooster put his dad’s piano in storage to move to California. All of your family’s worldly possessions slowly but surely arrived, but his piano, the biggest and heaviest, was last.

The house was now a home. His study was finally complete with acoustics, a random bongo from his travels and his dad’s old piano.

Rooster’s fingers drifted across the keys, following his daughter’s as she giggled, trying to escape him and Rooster huffed a chuckle behind her ear. You smiled at them, leaning against the doorframe and letting them have their space. You pulled your phone from your pocket and started recording as Rooster asked for her hands, and started helping her find notes. Something to send to him on a long deployment when it was all getting a bit too hard.

“This is a C, gently press the key, sweetheart.”

BANG!

It wasn’t a note exactly but Bradley encouraged her to try again with gentler fingers this time. He held her wrist and showed her the force she needed and you swore, you could not have met another man you’d want to go through this life with than Bradley Bradshaw. Not the perfect man or father, but perfect for you and your little girl. 

This went on for another few minutes and as you expected, Bradley had the patience of a saint with her. You sometimes wished you had the same ability. You lost your cool so much easier with the amount of sound, mess, selective hearing -

“I hate to cut in, Bradshaws, but it’s nearly dinnertime,” you interrupted as Bradley nodded but didn’t make an attempt to finish up to prepare the table. You wandered over, massaged his strong shoulders and tenderly whispered in his ear, “You’ve got five minutes, Lieutenant Commander.”

He shuddered. “Yes, ma’am. Wouldn’t dream of bein’ late.” 

“I hope not,” you said, hearing him tell her he was going to play Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and they were going to learn together over the next little while together. 

“I used to sing this to you every night when you were just a baby. When you were still in your crib.”

“Before I started walking and talking?” she asked.

“Yep. And making messes, and sassing Momma. And going to kindergarten. You’re growing up too fast...” Bradley tutted her. “Fingers here, baby girl. Let’s have a few more minutes then dinner.”

A few hours later, Rooster had finished bedtime and wandered back down to find you reading in the study, legs hiked over the side of the arm. He knocked them off and spun you to sit up with a low squeal. He crouched before you and spread your legs wide, his large palms pressing into your ribs and dragging you forward. “How’s the book, Momma?” 

“What book?” you teased. He knew he had your undivided attention, took the book and tossed it away gently. It was so few and far between you got moments together. While Rooster had relocated and taken up a permanent position at Top Gun, he still travelled a lot. He still worked long hours. He still missed a lot of the important stuff. But he was home every night and that’s more than you could ever ask for. 

You laced your fingers in his hair and pressed your fingers into his scalp. His honey-coloured eyes fluttered closed and he leaned forward into your touch. “You gonna play something for me now?”

“You want Twinkle, Twinkle too?” he muttered a joke, your fingers feeling so damn good and he wrapped his arms around your waist, letting his weight collapse against your chest. 

“Not Twinkle, Twinkle,” you told him without having to tell him as he grumbled a quiet laugh. “Our song.”

“Why our song?” he opened his eyes to you and moved his lips for yours, leaving a gentle peck against your mouth, his tongue darting out and sweetly sweeping against yours for just a taste.

“It’s our wedding song, I love it. And I love it more when you sing it for me.”

He gave you a shy kind of smile. “Okay, love. Your wish is my command,” Bradley moved to stand, caressing your chin with his calloused palms and he passed and moved back to his piano stool. He so desperately needed a new one. The cushion was so very well used and the material desperately needed reupholstery. You knew why he hesitated and you knew when you’d never take it upon yourself to do that for him but it did really need some love.

“It was Dad’s, it’s perfect,” he told you one night when you asked. 

He looked back at you and gave a small grin, gently rubbing his lap, and begging you to take a seat. “You aren’t getting out of this so easy,” he offered you his hand. You pulled yourself off the seat and took his waiting palm. He pulled you over, sitting you down right where he needed you. He nuzzled your ear and whispered, “Gonna be my good girl and learn with me?” 

“Can’t I just sit here and watch you get lost in the music instead?” his voice made you heady and needy in a matter of moments. 

“No, you have beautiful hands, you can play with me.”

“We can skip the lesson and I just play with you anyway?” 

He huffed a laugh into your skin. “You can do that later. But right now, we’re doing this,” Bradley’s fingers grazed down your arms and his hands came to rest on the keys. “Now... each key on a piano uses seven notes - ” 

“C, D, E, F, G, A, B,” you muttered. You weren’t a fool. You knew the basics... just don’t ask you where they were on the keyboard before you.

He hummed proudly. “Good girl. And these notes repeat themselves all over the keyboard. This is C,” he guided your hand to the key and let you press it. “Good,” he gave a dimpled grin back as you glared at him. 

“I think I can play a key, Bradley.”

“I know, but I love riling you up, so...” he admitted, kissing your clavicle. “Try D, E... F,” he instructed as you did as you were told. “Very nice,” he breathed into your skin. “A plus.”

“A plus? I didn’t realise this was graded, sir,” you mocked, knocking back a quick rendition of Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star as Bradley chuckled. “Honestly, had no idea I’d remember that after all these years. Don’t think I’ve played since I was little one’s age.”

“Wasn’t your thing,” he understood, fingers gracing over the keys in a melody that only he knew. Sweet, slow, sexy. Just like your man. “I didn’t have a choice. After Dad died, Mom put me into class, and my hands weren’t even big enough to reach the right keys. I feel like she didn’t want me to lose that part of Dad, but I don’t even really remember him playing anymore.”

He didn’t remember much of his dad at all, truth be told. He’d grin and listen as his dad’s old team would talk about Goose’s exploits with Mav, but really... he couldn’t even really remember what his old man looked like if he wasn’t looking at a photo of him. He knew he resembled him, but he was his mother’s son too.

“Little love will need a few more years to practice with me before we put her into a lesson. If she even wants to.”

You reached back and wrapped your arm around Bradley’s neck. “Whatever you think, sweetheart.” 

He nodded, satisfied. 

“But are you going to play me our song?” 

“I’ll play our song,” he agreed, his voice low as he played the opening keys to the song that would only ever be played for you, his soft, gravelly voice simply melting you as he commenced. The rumble of his chest reverberated through your back, warming you, calming you.

🎶 Well I've always known, pain's like a heavy stone. It's too much to carry... to carry alone.

That's the story of love. It takes time to know it's true. You need someone to lean on. I need someone to lean on too. Someone to help you through. Hey, so just let me carry you.

Carry you, carry you, carry you, oh baby. You let me carry you. Carry you, carry you, carry you...🎶

“God, I could listen to you sing for hours,” you rested your head back on his shoulder as he placed a kiss on your temple and he kept singing. You could feel it in your soul how desperately he felt the words called to you, your relationship, the love you had for each other. 

🎶 Just you and me baby. We can weather what's wrong. A heavy heart is a heavy load to carry alone 🎶

When he stopped playing, he urged you to stand and went over to the record player, holding a finger up and tenderly urging patience as you leaned against the piano and watching his shoulder and biceps tense and flex as he flicked through his record collection, looking for the perfect song to cue.

He smiled as he turned, the gentle crackle of the old vinyl eerie in the quiet, dim room as he held out his hand. “Come dance with me, love.”

“Class is over?” you teased, approaching him and reaching for his hand as he carefully twirled you under his strong arm and guided you into his arms. He nodded softly and you felt the air in the room change.

“Class is over, love. Dance with me now. Need to touch and feel you.”

Your knuckles grazed his cheek, unbothered by the marring of blemishes from his wiry scars. The most beautiful man you’d seen and he had the audacity to be in love with you too.

masterlist.

A/N: the tag list no longer exists. To keep up to date, give @notroosterbradshaw-library a follow x And if you haven’t downloaded it already, go get The Teskey Brothers, please. Quick smart.

[stuffyflowers]

Oh no pressure or rush or anything, but I would LOVE to hear your thoughts on Starlo's family and his relationship with them because truly no one talks about them despite Starlo being the fandom's darling, even though I find the way his family feels about him and the Wild East fascinating 👀

writing this at 3 in the morning sorry if it SUCKKKS lol

YEA YEAHHHHHH I love how each of them have their own unique perspective on star n the wild east.. though I do think there’s a pretty depressing through line that.. they kinda look down on what he does in one way or another

ok so. orions the most blatant abt it. he’s condescending as fuck towards clover after assuming they’re from the wild east. and it’s more him projecting his jealousy n resentment of stars life than anything else, seeing himself as the one burdened with “real” responsibilities

crestina is a bit more subtle, seeing the whole thing as something he needs to overcome so he can live a “proper” life (probably expecting him to follow in her and her husbands footsteps)

Solomon is the only one who really acknowledges the wild east in a positive light, but even then it’s bc he’s able to justify it as starlo using it to save their farm (even tho afaik there’s really no hard evidence that was his intention)

i see a lot of people joking about how weird it is that star never talks to his family when they live like. 3 ingame rooms across from his town but honestly? I can totally understand why. his family does love him (just look at how devastated they are when he “goes missing” in neutral) but they don’t seem to really consider that this life he’s built for himself is how he finds fulfilment and feels happy about who he is. like. every time kid star is talked about before he found those westerns he’s anxious at best and miserable at worst, they should all know star wasn’t happy living this life

I do like that we see them all setting up for the markets w/ the wild east residents in the pacifist credits: the implication that they’ve come to terms with who starlo is, no longer looking down on his accomplishments, and r finding a middle ground w him. joyous. more people should talk about these guys I love them

[burning-sol]

Btw, if anyone thought they were on my side or defending me specifically because you outed people in a gated server that I didn't even know about because I didn't purposefully go out looking for it (unlike you)? I actually feel more unsafe around you than the people in said server. I don't like you seeking out people's sexual fantasies and then publicly shaming them for their taboo fetishes they shared where they presumed it would be held in confidence.

I don't think you should be allowed to have your cake and eat it too. You don't get to violate people's boundaries and act like you are an advocate for victims. I just know you mfers are superficial and would drop victims and call them monsters because the very moment they show a sign of their abuse (for context one potential cause of paraphilias is CSA) they're suddenly "gross" and "give REAL victims a bad name". You don't get to state, "I really really care for victims and they should go to therapy to get treated 🥺" but also pick apart (potential) victims' messages and advocate for reporting them to the authorities.

Also yes, YES, it literally IS harmful for children to state that they are minors online because then predators KNOW who the minors are! Someone knowing you're a minor at ALL means that they know you are less developed and therefore more easily manipulated. They can message a minor and start phishing for more information, which a minor is more likely give up than an adult! Like, stating you're a "minor" IS more protection than outright stating your age, but y'all just have no clue what you're talking about.

In general, I feel like I'm going crazy. I'm surrounded by people who are all under the impression they're being moral but y'all are just ignorant and have no clue what you're going on about and you at worst you actively harm others. You guys SUCKKK...

[cosmik-homo]

something about the timelords- I think more on the metanarrative level than not, but maybe both- is. So fascinating and difficult- or, Challenging- in the way that, like. the spot where Metaphor and Allegory chafe against each other.

Like. Time is a tyrant, sure. Time is an uncaring tyrant who will not turn back for anyone, who coldly seperates mothers from children and allows terrible history to pass by, to be solidified into the unchangable past, that keeping moving runs over us all, sure.

But to expand that metaphor to tell stories of time's keepers as a - as a Nation State with a president and a CIA? with the associated war crimes and imperialistic implications of Meticulously Keeping Borders? Possesing and protecting the web of time like a territory?and thats before we even go into the tangling of aristocratic imagery into this and.

It's brilliant. First of all, It's an awesome way to write your central alien culture your loveable anarchist character comes from, one that gives the damage he leaves in his wake a much better context- (clenches teeth and Doesnt go into nuwho spiral here.) . - so it would be worth it for the stories it can create by itself, as an Analogy, without touching, as I termed it, the metaphor. and then when they do touch as i described its an interesting imagery and story!! but it also. there are points and seams of discrepancy and the more you delve into them the more they seem awkward and bloated, at least in my opinion, though I am just ankle deep in Gallifrey Related EU yet and can't wait to see how this is handled.

By this I am referring, to, like. the way this conflates this, Condition Of Nation State as a Condition Of Reality As We Know It. yeahhh the time lords suckkk but like, what do you want, evil monsters? non linear existence? you cant take down the government cuz then there will be Time Anarchy and this is why the guys who dont like them / the guys amongst them who r too intervensiony* are the baaaaaaad guys ok.

Though I guess, again, we do literally see the universe Goes On without the time lords and gallifrey. that's , kind of a major thing that has been shaping the franchises lore for the past, almost 20 years, gallifrey Can be gone, so. can't wait to see what they do w the time war in this regard and whether I will like that. I'm just saying sometimes when u narratively tie your Fascism Analogy to Base Concepts In Physics things can get a bit fishy. emotionally, politically. though again what if there was a government we couldn't in fact do without is an interesting thought experiment, but. yknow. Im basically circling the topic now you get all the range of my opinion on this right.

....and, I'm neurodivergent, god knows I have a vendetta

* without the State's Monopoly On Violence On It- i LOVE the celestial intervention agency as an analogy so so so much I remember the way I howled the first time i found about it. despite this all it was sooo worth it for this. candy for leftists.

[saltyr3mix]

hi back again for another super hero au question

so is Alison's power that he just is a ghost or that his ghost doesn't fade away or does he not have a power? is his power the faint ability to affect things as a ghost? he can move things if he tries really hard but can he also flicker lights or put of candles or hit buttons? (he turns on your microwave and has never been more scared in his ghostly life) but that brings up the question of given enough time could he type on a keyboard?

also if it's just that his ghost doesn't fade away over time and go where ever ghosts go does that mean Damien has a revolving door of ghosts bothering him? cus damn that would suckkk

Yep!!! Alison's power is he's a ghost. Different from being a Soul, Wich is what are attached to Damien.

Typing oooooo I haven't thought about that! Yeah actually that'd make sense! I might work that in some how! Thanks for the idea anon!!!

as for Damien..... What if I just showed you some description of his powers?

Yeahhhhh

Damien angst enjoyers hears you feast. The reason he's so messed up i this au is he is just constantly over stimulated. And this is like only a third of his powers. He has a lot of cool things. That take a while to explain. But yep! He can see souls! And it's absolutely horrific.

[cloudydays69]

I'm sending you this doodle instead of posting it because it needs a fuck ton of context

So basically in Kiznaiver the whole group are part of an experiment where they all feel eachothers pain. If one gets slapped, then their pain would get split equally between everyone

Anyway so this is how the guys react to when one of the girlies is on their period and have to feel her cramps >:3

Hajime is sobbing, Yuya is on the ground writhing in pain, Hisomo is having the time of his life, and the other boi that I can't memer the name of at the moment doesn't feel pain :3

LMAOOOOO DAMNNN THAT WOULD SUCKKK

ALSO That's a HELLA interesting plot :0!! Ofc you gotta have one guy that can't feel pain and the other one that LOVES it BAHAHA (I think his name was Katsuhira? The one that can't feel pain, I've been scrolling on wiki sites awwawa)