#that's only because he lived off of mac and cheese when he was growing up

[bazingabitch2000]

Tori Spring and Michael Holden head canons:

Michael and Tori are both autistic, though they express it differently. Michael's traits appear more outwardly visible, while Tori’s are subtler, perhaps because Solitaire is narrated from her perspective. We see her tendencies through her internal thoughts, actions, and reflections, all filtered through her own lens. I also think Michael may have ADHD as well.

Michael and Tori are in a queerplatonic relationship. It is NOT a romantic or sexual relationship. Their kiss at the book's end feels out of place; their connection doesn’t need that romantic signal. Queerplatonic relationships like theirs are as valid and significant as romantic ones. Michael is Tori's person, and Tori is Michael's person. I think what they have is beautiful, and it shouldn't be meddled with.

Michael is one of the only people who is able to make Tori laugh - and I mean REALLY laugh. She doesn't hide her face so much when she laughs around him. Sometimes, she laughs in spite of him. She can't help but admit that he cracks her up. She secretly loves that. Michael also secretly loves that. Sometimes they'll spend hours laughing until their faces and tummies hurt, and one of them either decides to finally go home, or they both just fall asleep together.

Tori just borrows Michael's sweaters whenever. She gets looks from her mum, Charlie, and the others, and she knows what they think. She knows they think that her and Michael are together. She doesn't bother to correct them because it's too exhausting, and they'll never get it.

Tori is cold - always. No matter what time of year, or how many layers she's wearing, she is always cold and always complains about how cold it is. Michael is the opposite of this, and is always lovely and warm. He doesn't even have to wear loads of layers. He's always pretty warm. Michael teases Tori for the fact that she's always freezing cold.

Michael makes Tori watch films she's never watched, and once she does, she reluctantly admits that they're actually great films.

Once Tori watches a new film that Michael has recommended, she makes a playlist based on the film, or a favourite character of Michael's from that film.

Tori finds people who reject pop music as “too mainstream” insufferable. She can rant about it for so long that the room falls silent.

Michael is never surprised when he sees that Tori is online at like 2 am. He teases her about it, and begs her to try and go to sleep at a respectable hour, but she never gives in.

Tori refuses to speak with anyone at breakfast if she can avoid it. She makes a point of making sure she can eat breakfast alone in the kitchen or eat it in her room. Either way, her headphones are on as she listens to Coldplay or Radio Head. If someone interrupts her, she glares and reluctantly removes her headphones.

Sometimes, Tori dissociates while she's around her friends. She finds herself questioning whether everything going on around her is real. Whether it's actually happening. Her friends don't seem to notice.

Tori's closet is full of hoodies, while Michael has a growing collection of sweaters.

Tori drinks everything with a straw.

Michael likes to give Tori small doodles, drawings, and notes. Tori keeps all of them and looks at them every once in a while when she can't sleep.

Tori absolutely refuses to ever use the overhead light. She will avoid using it at ALL costs.

Tori gets very bad migraines a lot. They even make her lightheaded and on the brink of fainting. She shrugs it off or plays it off that she's fine around others, but Michael can usually tell. Michael brings paracetamol or ibuprofen always, just in case. He also reminds Tori to drink water.

Tori lives off buttered noodles/pasta, mac n' cheese, or nuggets and chips a lot of the time. She can't cook to save her life.

Sometimes Tori finds herself watching game shows like Tipping Point and The Chase. She genuinely enjoys watching them and tries to play along.

Tori refuses to buy a new phone until her current one is on it's last legs. She just can't comprehend why and how people will buy a new phone once a new model is out.

When she was younger, she would get in trouble for cutting her hair on her own with a scissors.

Tori almost always has a blanket with her in her house. She has plenty of blankets in her room. When she's in the living room, you can bet she has a blanket.

In school, Tori was either the one telling everyone to “shut up” or sitting silently by herself. She was never part of the noise.

Michael would feel bad if any of his teddies were left out, so he would sleep with all of them, or have some sort of rota/routine and sleep with a different one each night.

[the-atlas-sister]

𝙻𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚢

(𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚢𝚊 𝚇 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

The last thing Takashi expected when he walked into your shared apartment was the view of his beautiful girlfriend collecting toys and pillows off the ground, placing them in a woven basket within her hands.

"Taka, I'm so sorry," you said quickly, standing up fully and gazing up at your newlywed husband with wide eyes. "Your mom brought your sisters over while you were at work and I said I could handle them on my own, but they went to bed later than I thought they would so I had no time to clean the apartment. "

As you rambled on, continuing your various cleaning of the living room, Takashi couldn't help but grin at you. The sight of you rambling and explaining your day, wearing one of his old shirt and boxers, hair a mess and makeup gone made his heart swell. He had never really understood the idea of falling in love all over again, but as he saw you now, he understood it completetly.

"And now I'm like, crazy hungry, because I didn't have time to make us dinner. So I was thinking we just make some mac and cheese and have our own little dinner together. How does that-" You halted your rambling when you noticed Takashi gazing at you with a wide and fond smile on his face. You furrowed your brows at him, a look of confusion crossing your features, which only appeared to make Takashi's smile grow wider. "Why're you staring at me like that?"

"You've never looked more beautiful," Takashi stated softly, dropping his bag beside the front door and approaching you.

You let out a light scoff at the compliment, but couldn't help the flush of your cheeks. "Our wedding day? Nah, nothing compared to the messy look of your wife in boxers and with bags under her eyes," you said sarcastically, letting your arms drape lazily over his shoulders as he tugged you towards him by the waist.

"What can I say? You always look beautiful," he shrugged, nuzzling his face tiredly into your neck. "You look especially adorable in my clothes." You chuckled and watched as he bent down, picking up a few of the toys.

"You're in a good mood," you giggle at him, watching as he cleans the living room.

"I'm always in a good mood when I'm around you," he said, looking over his shoulder at you with a gentle smile on his face. You tilted your head at him as he gazes at you with that content expression. "I could stare at you all day."

"You spoil me," you scoffed, wacking him lightly with a stuffed animal.

"I would argue, you deserve to be spoiled," Takashi chuckled, standing up and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You rolled your eyes at him but leaned forward, inching closer to his lips.

Just before you met in the middle, a small voice called out.

"Y/n?"

You both turned to see Mana standing in the doorway, eyes obviously heavy with sleep and a small stuffed fox from your childhood in her arms.

"Aren't you supposed to be asleep?" you said softly, kneeling in front of the eight year old.

"I got scared," Mana stated, looking up at you with wide eyes. She looked around you to see her older brother. "Can you come stay with me and Luna?"

"Yeah, I'll be right there-"

"No, Y/n." Mana pouted up at her older brother, quick to cut him off, much to his surprise. "I want Y/n."

Takashi looked at you with an apologetic look. "Mana, Y/n's been taking care of you all night," he said softly, approaching his sister slowly. "I'll put you to bed. Let her rest."

Mana's tired lip jutted out before she began to open her mouth in protest.

"I can do it," you said softly, taking the girl's hand. Takashi frowned slightly as his sister's eyes lit up. "I'll be back when she falls asleep," you said, allowing the pink haired child to drag you back to the guest bedroom where she and her sister were sleeping. "Why can't you sleep?" you asked the younger of the two as you helped her climb into bed with her sister, who was conveniently sleeping soundly.

"I don't like the dark," she stated gently, shifting under the covers. "I think the grim reaper is gonna come and reap my soul."

You blinked in surprise at the girl's fear, mentally reminding yourself to scold Takashi for allowing his sisters to indulge in such media. "Well, I happen to know an excellent song to scare away the reaper and protect your soul," you said, kneeling beside the bed to look at the girl.

"You're lying," she said, narrowing her eyes at you.

"Wanna bet?" you whispered softly. "I'll sing you to sleep and if you wake up with your soul intact you know it works."

Mana hesitated for a moment, narrowing her eyes at you before nodding.

You smiled at her before beginning to sing softly. You index finger began to gently stroke her nose, starting from her forehead to the tip of her nose slowly. A trick you had learned working with other children. As you sang and gently stroked her nose, her eyes began to flutter closed.

When you heard her gentle snores and even breathing, you took that as your sign to stand and creep out of the bedroom.

As you entered the living room, you were met with the soft snores of your husband. You smiled softly at the sight of him sleeping on the couch, limbs sprawled out lazily, and a bit of drool slipping from the corner of his lips. You quietly approached him, kneeling beside his head beside the couch.

"Taka," you whispered, bringing your knuckles up to brush against his cheekbone gently. "Taka."

Takashi stirred slightly, letting out a small groan as his hand came up to hold your own. "Hi," he said tiredly, his eyes opening in a thin eyed squint as he looked at you. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," you said softly, brushing your thumb over his knuckles with a smile. "Taka?"

"Yeah, Y/n/n?" he hummed, forcing his eyes to stay open as he shifted to face you.

"Let's have a baby."

That woke Takashi up real quick. You stumbled back at how quickly he sat up, a massive grin spreading across his face. "What?"

"Let's have a baby," you repeated with a grin of your own. "I wanna have a family with you, Taka."

"You have no idea how happy that makes me," Takashi grinned, pulling you against him. It was an odd angle but he needed to feel you close to him. "Let's do it right now. The girls are asleep?"

Your eyes went wide as you nodded. He quickly scooped you into his arms and began to carry you towards your bedroom, his lips never leaving your neck. "I'm going to fill you up so well, princess."

Border by @saradika

[immadatdisney2]

HUGO IS A GREAT COOK!!!!

So APERENTLY this isn't a "popular" headcannon (which left me feeling hella bamboozled) so @uhjamszone, here's your promised essay (took more than ten minutes but wtv, sry lol)

SoOoOoOoOo, Hugo grew up on the streets where food was scarce and what people like him could get was usually from the dumpster or worse. So Hugo grows up not being picky, eating whatever whenever just to survive, but he still tries to make it decent (he tried to sleep in the back allys of restaurants and stealing from markets in the summer and stuff) so he learns to try different food combinations.

Then, when he gets taken in by Donella, since she is not only a badass crime boss but the Royal Engineer (#queen) he has access to real food now (he'd still have rations like all of Donnie's lackeys but it's still wayyyyyyyy better than before) and since he'd have to travel a lot for missions, he'd get pretty good at actual cooking (and he'd hide a little travel skillet in his room so he could cook) and since he has such a strong stomach from years of such shitty food, his dumpster-fire first tries don't phase him so he can just keep getting better at his craft.

On the trials, Nuru or Varian are usually the ones to make meals (neither of them trust Hugo not to do something stupid and prank their food) but all they can make is shit like ham sandwiches and baked potatoes and eggs on a good day or something all the time (Hugo dosnt love it but he dosnt care, food is food) but then, one day when they're out getting supplies or stm Yong is super hungry and asked Hugo to make something with him and Hugo just casually whips up the best meal they've had the entire journey so far and he's in charge of cooking from now on!

(Quick intermission to say that Olivia is his little chef just lime Remy. Yes she has her own little chefs hat. Yes she runs around grabbing all the spices and ingredients and stuff. Yes she does go up and pull on Hugo's hair and it dosnt do anything but piss her off. Annnnnnnnnnd Yes she does act all bossy and insist her idea is better despite not having a sense of smell or taste because she is a robot <3)

But later on, post-betrayl when he moves in with Varian at the castle and stuff. He gets super overwhelmed, he hates it there, he hates himself for hating it there, he dosnt deserve this, he dosnt belong. He dosnt know how to use all this fancy silverware and weird food that's super small and fancy and one of the things he lived most is turning against him, so he ends up skipping a lot of dinners. Varian gets concerned but he's sees how Hugo will eat his basic sandwiches and stuff, so they end up having a lot of cooking dates and skipping the fancy dinners in favor of Mac & Cheese in the library. And, another hc is that he ends up becoming good friends with Lance as they cook together (I hc he's a good cook too<3) and Lance teaches him how to make those fancy royal foods and Hugo ends up making them WAY better.

So, to wrap things up. He likes cooking, it's one of his love languages, he can pick up on new recapies pretty quickly but prefers to just wing it, despite being a great cook he's a shitty baker so dessert is always Varians job and feel free to add to this.

I'VE DONE MY PART, MAKE THIS A PIPULAR HEDCANNON NOW PLS!!!!

-ImMadAtDisney <3

[keen-li]

CLAWED | JJK | CH 01

Synopsis: "do you honestly think I want your help? I'm desperate " you can still see the hatred he has for you in his eyes, but you can also see the desperation.

Genre: e2l, angst, fluff, smut-ish. Convict jk x police officer reader

Fem reader x jk

Warnings: none for now.

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You’ve just gotten home from a long day of working your ass off. You’re drenched from the rain that’s pouring outside. The walk from your car to your front door isn’t long but the heavy rains are strong enough to have you drenched in seconds.

Immediately you close the door you take off your now wet clothes. You live alone who's gonna see you, even if someone did see you lucky them cause you rarely take off your clothes for anyone. You don't have time for taking your clothes off for someone cause you're focused on stabilizing your position at the station.

Because you're new you have to be on your best game and show them you deserve to be there. You use the word 'new' lightly. And also because you're new the officers at the station have been giving it to you hard. Every time you make a wrong move you hear the words 'rookie behavior' it honestly infuriates you. You don't know if the phrase has always been there or they created it just for you.

But you don't let their side comments, mumbles and they're mocking laughter stop you or slow you down. It's enough that it's a male dominated Workspace. You're new and also a woman so you don't want them to see your emotional side and create a new trend of phrases like, "it's probably her hormones" or "looks like someone's on their period."

You walk into your kitchen with your phone in your hands, checking the messages your mother sent you cause you didn't have time to look at them, while you use the towel in your other hand to dry your wet hair. You're rocking your baggy t-shirt and shorts that you wear in full confidence feeling refreshed and relaxed from your hot shower.

You place the now dump Tower on the kitchen counter as you rummage through the fridge. You never had time to cook whole meals since your job had all your attention. It's funny how you neglected yourself for this job, you've barely seen your friends or family after getting this job you didn't even go out or even relax. Unless you were sleeping waiting for the sun to rise so you can consume yourself with work all over again. It's a cycle you've started to grow into.

You pull a chicken and mac and cheese out of the fridge, a leftover from yesterday. You sniff it just in case bacteria got there before you.

"Seems fine" you say placing it in the microwave for 3 minutes. This has been your dinner for over the past few days. You order food, you aren't able to finish it that same day and leave it for the next day.

"Y/n, how have you been? I haven't heard from you in a while." Your mother texts.

"I know you're probably busy with your new job, but don't forget about us my dear. We love and miss you so much." She ends.

You almost tear up because they think you've forgotten about them. Your sigh collecting yourself to respond.

" I haven't forgotten about you guys. I actually miss you so much and i hope one day I get the time to come over and visit you."

You leave the text not expecting a response from her at this late hour.

You linger over the picture on your mother's contact a picture of your father and mother and a seven-year-old you squished in between them. You've really grown from the young girl you were who truly believed she would be a princess when she grows up.

The day you were told you weren't going to be a princess when you grow up you cried uncontrollably. Only stopping when your Dad took you for ice cream and reassured you that even if you weren't gonna be a real princess you'd always be his princess, to a younger you those words never carried much weight but now that your older and more wiser, atleast you think, those words mean the world to you.

The sound of the microwave beeping indicating your food was done snaps you out of your thoughts and brings you to your reality. You take the hot plate out, take a fork and grab an energy drink from the fridge and head to your empty and lonely couch and put on a show you haven't been able to finish in a while.

You sink into the couch with your plate on your lap and the energy drink on the small table in front of you.

You're half way through the show, your plate cleared and placed on the table and only droplets left of the energy drink, you've been surviving on caffeine for you don't know how long, you savour the last droplets as you also focus on your large screen.

You're suddenly and abruptly pulled from the show you're watching when you hear loud and rushed bangs on your front door. Who could be knocking at your door at this time and in this rain. The rain is just as heavy as when you arrived home.

The banging continues and even gets louder as you get up from the couch cautiously approaching the door. When you open the door you take in, with your eyes, the man drenched from the rain and covered in bruises. His hair sticks to his face and so does his shirt showing you all the heaps and dips of his torso, he seems like a well-built man. You watch him pant and catch his breath as you wait for an introduction and reason.

He finally lifts his eyes and they meet yours.

Jungkook.

" y/n I need your help can I stay here for the night?" He says rushed and breathless.

You watch the way he licks his rosy lips getting rid of the water that falls on them. His eyelashes clamp together with wetness as he blinks waiting for you to let him in.

"What are you doing here?" You ask and he sighs turning his head looking around your neighborhood as though checking if someone was watching him.

"Please let me in I'll explain when you let me in" his tone is still rushed but you aren't about to let him into your house just yet.

" and why would I do that, I don't trust you" you say as though your heart is made of stone.

"I know that, but I really need your help"

"Why would I help you, huh jungkook?" You say.

"Y/n I understand that we don't get along" he says softening his eyes pleading.

"do you honestly think I want your help? I'm desperate " you can still see the hatred he has for you in his eyes, but you can also see the desperation.

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Next

[thatchickwithtoomanyhobbies]

The Boys

***My weird head-canons about the boys. Don’t judge me, I know I’m weird. 🤪***

Aiello

-Most definitely a cat person.

-Played baseball since he was a kid and considered going pro but then decided against it.

-Wants to get married but the girls think he’s not husband material despite being pretty good looking.

-A great artist but thinks its not a masculine trait (whatever that means), so he doesn’t do it often or really tell anyone about it.

-A giant momma’s boy. He cried when saying goodbye to her the day he got shipped out and wrote her letters at least once a week. Probably cried at least once while he was gone because he missed her.

-Missed his mom’s cooking to the point that he’d dream about it then wake up starving.

-The youngest of four kids and the only boy. His sisters tortured him with dress up and dolls when he was a kid.

-Not sure if he wants kids of his own but is willing to be the cool uncle.

-Once caught the stove on fire by accident and pretended he found it like that. His parents still have no idea.

-Got hit in the back of the head with an aluminum baseball bat once, cracked his head open, and had to get stitches. His hair still doesn’t grow in that spot but he manages to cover it up.

Stiles

-Definitely somewhere on the autism spectrum. Special interests: philosophy, ancient Greece, Edgar Allen Poe, and of course photography.

-Mom was a single mom majority of his childhood so he is decidedly a momma’s boy. Also very much a feminist.

-He’s got a raging sweet tooth. If it has sugar, he most likely loves it. Especially if its cake.

-Doesn’t really drink because, “I like to be in charge of my mental faculties at all times.”

-So very, very awkward with girls. He tries talking to one, says something he doesn’t realize is creepy and/or weird and scares her off. He still hasn’t had a girlfriend at the age of 22.

-His little sister tries to help him but she thinks he’s a lost cause and is doomed to a life of singleness.

-Once he realized he was most likely getting drafted into WW2 he started researching military tactics because “you can never be too prepared”

-Loved ‘The Hobbit’ as a kid. He’s owned several copies of it over the years because he reads it at least twice a month and they just keep falling apart.

-He was thrilled when Tolkien published ‘Lord of the Rings’ and read it in a weekend.

-Still has his childhood teddy bear and keeps it on his bookshelf. Sometimes he pulls it down to sit in the armchair with him while he reads.

Zussman

-He’d definitely live off of hotdogs and mac n cheese if you let him.

- He was an only child until he was 12 when his parents unexpectedly had his baby sister. He wasn’t excited at first but doted on her constantly once she was born.

-According to her, he’s her best friend. He’d never admit to it at the risk of being called a sissy, but he feels the same way.

-She bawled in his arms the day he left and said she wanted to go with him. He somehow held it together, but after he got on the train he started crying too.

-Whenever he wanted to give up and die while he was a POW he’d think of how she’d feel if he wasn’t there to braid her hair anymore or take her on their “Leah and Robbie dates” and that gave him the strength he needed to push on just one more day.

-Yes he learned how to braid her hair because she wanted him to do it one day and he was upset that he didn’t know how.

-Once he got home, his family refused to let him out of their sights.

-Plays pranks on his family. Sometimes Leah helps, but most of the time its just him booby trapping something and their parents setting them off.

- ‘Robert Cohen Zussman’ said in a very annoyed and somewhat angry tone is very often heard in that house. Along with “What on earth possessed you to do that?” and “What is wrong with you?”

-Although once they realize how close they were to losing him they don’t really mind it as much.

Daniels

-Loves barbecue.

-Enlisted to fight rather than get drafted because either way he was gonna have to go fight and it may as well be on his own terms.

-Is practically married to his grill in the summer. Hazel jokes that he loves it more than her and that he should leave her for it.

-Terrified of clowns. No idea why. They just freak him out.

-Was once dive-bombed and chased by an angry raccoon while Aiello, Stiles, and Zussman were visiting. Zuss had to shoo it away with the broom. After he finished laughing that is.

[louloulemons-posts]

Can I ask for a Steve Harrington x shy!reader angst where they've been childhood best friends but Steve left her for popularity, when slowly they cross paths together again, she does little things like saves Steve's fav foods, pays for his things etc? One day Steve decides to give her something nice too and apologise for their friendship drifting apart, but right before that she falls into a horrible road accident. Carry on like you want, just give a happy ending please? :) Btw, loved Touchy-Feely a lot.;))

Old Friends

Steve Harrington x reader

summary : Steve wants to fix his friendship with Reader, but it’s not as easy as he thinks.

word count : 1.5k

(he looks so stressed in this it’s so perfect lmao)

warnings : not proofread, wrote at 3am, car accident, hospital stuff, reader is injured, swears, use of y/n like twice, fluffy ending.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

It was small things, things you had always done. Giving him a pencil when he forgot his own, saving the red grapes because he hates green ones, sliding him the answers to questions that he doesn’t know.

It was a hard habit to grow out of after being friends for so long. You did try, you wanted to hate him for abandoning you. Wanted to be bitter, but he was just that boy from middle school, from kindergarten.

You did appreciate that even though you weren’t friends, whenever Tommy and Carol tried something he’d get them to leave you be.

He was your first real friend, and it was hard watching him become a completely different person overnight. People change. It’s just a shame that Steve Harrington had to become the King of Hawkins High.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Stood in the lunch line, you slid your tray across smiling softly at the lunch ladies. Finally getting to the end of the counter you picked up a fruit cup, you’d been wanting strawberries all day so this was perfect.

Heading to sit on a lunch table, you picked at a sandwich, hating your past self for not getting up 15 minutes earlier to pack your own lunch.

That was when you heard voices behind you, “It’s literally a fruit cup Steve, I’m sure you’ll live.” Tommy.

“Yeah I’ll live, it’s just one of the only decent things to eat they have.”

“Oh no, rich boy will have to starve until he gets home and his maid makes him a 3 course meal,” Carol teased.

Sighing to yourself, you’d all of a sudden gone off your food. Deciding that you’d go and sit with your friend in the art room you stood from the table. Slinging your bag over your arm, you held the tray in the other.

You knew that Steve had money, but his parents were also assholes, as soon as he could make box mac and cheese they’d leave him alone for weeks at a time. That house was big for an adult, but for a 13 year old it was like a castle.

Walking past your old friend, you placed the fruit cup down in front of him, not stopping to look at anyone. You slid your tray onto the rack with the other dirty ones and were on your way.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

It was the end of the day, and you couldn’t wait to go home, your stomach was screaming for some good food.

“Hey wait up!” a voice called, a familiar one, but no it couldn’t be for you. A hand landed on your shoulder. “Hey, didn’t you hear me call you?”

“Sorry, I didn’t think you were taking to me. Hi Steve.”

“Hi,” he smiled.

“What can I do for you?”

“I um … I just wanted to say thank you, for the fruit cup.”

“Oh yeah no worries, was that all?”

“Y-yeah,” he nodded.

“Right, I’ll see you.”

“See you.” You went to walk out of the door, but the Harrington boy called your name. “Yeah?”

“Did you … did you want to hang out?”

His eyes looked scared, afraid that you’d reject him. He’d never grown out of the habit of picking his nails when he was nervous. Giving him a soft smile you spoke, “Sure, I’d like that.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

The plan was to meet at Benny’s, you went there a lot when you were younger. You’d hang out, catch up, all that fun stuff. You didn’t know why you were nervous, it was just Steve.

Sure it’d been 3 years since you had a conversation with the boy, but he was still Steve Harrington. Your best friend. Well ex- best friend.

Driving along you were making good time, you were meeting Steve at 5:30 and it was now just past 5. The roads weren’t super busy so you could get there a bit earlier, and then try and calm down.

It would be fine, you’d go, have milkshakes, chat, have burgers, chat, have another milkshake, drive home and probably not talk to him for another 3 years of your life.

“Hey watch out!” a woman screamed as her son fell of his bike and into the road, right in front of you. Swerving the car, you stomach lurched.

The force of the turn making it uncontrollable, slamming you into a tree. Your head hit the steering wheel, blood falling down. “Ow, god my head,” you whined, trying to figure out what had happened.

It was so fuzzy, everything felt like it was going in slow motion. Ringing filled your ears and your head pounded, eyes growing heavy as you let your head rest against the wheel.

You’d just close your eyes for a second, just one second.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

He’d been here for 45 minutes now, he looked like a fool. You’d stood him up. He understood that he wasn’t a good friend for leaving you to fend for yourself in highschool, but seriously.

Sighing to himself, he pushed up from the booth, leaving a tip on the table and headed out to his car. He needed to see you, needed to know why you didn’t come.

Driving to your house seemed like the best idea, that way you could talk with nobody else around. It’d be relaxed and comfortable.

Raising a brow as he drove past a tow truck pulling a car away from a tree, ouch that must of hurt. Hopefully everyone was okay.

Soon enough he arrived at your place, parking just a few doors down he walked up, hoping your mother and father would remember who he was. He changed, but not that much.

As he was ready to ring the bell, your mom opened the door. “Oh uh hi,” he said.

“Steve honey, hello,” she sounded out of breath. “I was just wondering if Y/N was here?”

“Y/N,” she began to tear up, “They’ve been in an accident, I’ve just come back pick up their things.”

“An accident?”

“A kid came into the road, they didn’t hit them but they hit a tree. Hit their head.”

He thought back to the scene he’d come across a few moments before. Holy shit. It was your car. How could he not recognise it was yours.

Guilt flooded his chests. He had been angry at you for not showing up. You had been on the way. You’d saved a kids life and risked your own. You were hurt. In the hospital and he was mad.

“Steve,” your mom spoke, “Would you like to come with me to see them?” His eyes were glassy and he sniffed, “Would you mind?”

“Come on Honey.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Waking up your whole body hurt. What happened? The lights were so bright. Where were you? Beeping sound filled the room you were in, unfamiliar bed clothes covered you and a hand rested in yours.

You squinted, looking at a familiar face, “Steve?”

“Oh my god, you’re awake!” the boy exclaimed, “Hang on let me just get a nurse.”

“Nurse?” you asked, confused. Pushing yourself up, Steve ran to your side, “Hey take it easy!”

“What happened?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No,” you said, rubbing your eyes, “I was coming to meet you.”

“You got into a crash,” he said, taking your hand softly. Scrunching your face, you remembered bits and pieces.

“Is the little boy okay?” Steve couldn’t help but laugh at that, of course you’d be more worried about someone else. “He’s fine. Him and his mom brought you some flowers.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the diner.”

“Please don’t apologise, it wasn’t your fault.”

“I should’ve been there.”

“Like I should’ve been there for the past 3 years,” he sighed.

“Steve-“ he cut you off.

“No, I’m so sorry. I hate that I abandoned you, you’re my best friend and I just left you and when I try and fix it you get hurt!”

“Stevie, that wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes it was! If I hadn’t of left you we wouldn’t have had to meet up and catch up, you wouldn’t have driven past that kid. You’d be okay.”

“I am okay.”

“You’ve got stitches!”

“I do?” you asked, reaching up to touch your forehead. “Don’t! Gosh don’t touch, it’ll hurt,” Steve said.

“Sorry mom.”

“Oh shush.”

“It wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t my fault. It was an accident, and I’m okay. I promise,” you said, squeezing the boys hand. “I want us to be friends I’ve really missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too Stevie,” you smiled at the boy, “But there is no way in hell I’m hanging out with Tommy and Carol.”

“Oh I wouldn’t do that to you, they’re horrible.”

“Why are you friends with them?”

“Honestly, I have no idea.”

“Well it’s okay, you’ve got me now.”

Rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand he laughed softly, “Yeah I do, and I don’t plan on ever leaving you again.”

“I’ll hold you to that Harrington.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

A/N : I am sooo sorry this took me so long to write, I didn’t see it in my requests. I hope you enjoyed it 🫶🏻

Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

[crazylittlejester]

ok lets do this. MM au questions

favorite foods - chain members, sidney

family situations - legend, skyy

dates. where do they go? how do they dress? - sidney and war, sky and sun

sorry lmao i have too many questionsss

1. Favorite foods: Time has his emotional support favorite sandwich, War has his oranges and taking them from him could result in a slap to the face but he also really likes orange chicken (for something thats more of an actual Meal), Twi ALSO has an emotional support sandwich because Time is his dad and its the same sandwich, Sky’s is a chicken and rice dish but also if you give him pumpkin soup you’ll become his favorite person, Hyrule fucks Heavily with well made mac and cheese, Legend would kill a man over chicken tenders, Wild eats LITERALLY whatever and doesn’t really have a favorite, Four and Wind’s are Both Wind’s grandma’s stew, and Sidney has an emotional support spaghetti he makes because he will make his own sauce for it

2. Legend had his uncle growing up and when he passed it was really really hard for him. Fable’s his cousin, and she was good support for him, but shes really all he’s got left in terms of family. Her and her parents, though he doesn’t get along super well with her parents. Sky’s birth parents died when he was around 8 and then he was adopted and he gets along very well with them. those are his parents, groose is his brother, doesn’t matter that hes not blood related to any of them. he calls them a few times a week now that he doesn’t live with them anymore, just to say hi and see how they’re doing and assure them hes okay

3. Sidney and War: Sidney definitely has a much more plain, casual style than War, but when he dresses up he Dresses Up. He can be fancy, he can look good and professional. Not as sparkly and ‘pretty’ as War, but he dresses nice. War owns a lot of expensive clothes, some of which he got through deals because he Is a model (though mostly for sportswear and skating/dance related things, he has done a few things with designers). They go to events sometimes, shit War gets invited to or work related things for Sidney, but also a lot of their favorite dates were just them walking around the park or stuff like that. Moments where they were just wearing average clothes (for them, which means Sidney was wearing jeans and a t shirt and War was dressed up making them look like they werent going to the same place) where War was rambling on about something he likes and Sidney was just listening to him. Moments where they just sat there together silently watching the sun set. They also go to the skating rink together and then Sidney will make them both coffee and breakfast back at home

Sky and Sun are much more casual people, though they do occasionally go for a nice dinner. They do a lot of picnics, they get ice cream a lot, Sky will often make them dinner. They travel a lot too (when they’re older) especially during the summer because they’re both teachers, and yeah they Do have other things they do (Sun crochets and sells things, Sky is also a professor at a community college both during the school year (online asynchronous classes only) and the summer (some asynchronous, some synchronous that he does biweekly zoom classes for)) but they have more free time during the summer to Go places so they do. not an official date, but Sky makes their lunches in the mornings and will go over to Sun’s classroom to eat with her when all the kids are off at THEIR lunch

[tonberry-yoda]

I Love You, Spiderman - Peter B. Parker

notes - I have been thinking about him way too much lol word count - 2,108 WARNINGS - brief mentions of blood (a deep cut) summary - you've been tired and missing spending time with your bf. a superhero by the name of spiderman helps you destress before work, but you find out something about him you would never expect

You've been exhausted as of late, working overtime and trying not to fall asleep at your computer. You had been trying to pay off college for a long time and you were so damn close you could taste it. Just a couple more weeks of overtime and you would be done paying it off. The thought made you smile, it just sucked how hard you had to work for that.

Because of this though, the time spent with your boyfriend has been little to none. You didn't really know where Peter worked, but you knew that it was something busy as well - cop stuff, he told you. So because of this, you would rarely see each other. You both lived in a crappy little apartment together so when you would come home, you would turn on the dim kitchen light, make some microwavable mac and cheese, and immediately pass out. Hours later, if you weren't dead asleep, sometimes you would feel your boyfriend curl into your arms and kiss along your neck before he passed out just the same.

You hated that you were growing apart from this. Even days off were pretty silent because out of nowhere, he would get a random call that would send him off to work, leaving you to lie on your bed and stare at the ceiling.

He was tired and you were tired.

You didn't know how much more of this you could take. Even a couple more weeks sounded like hell.

---

You woke up to Peter kissing you on the forehead and saying goodbye. You opened your eyes, but squinted at the sun. What you did see was him walking out of the room.

"Wait," you said with a tired voice. "Peter."

"What's up?" He stood in the doorway and looked like he had to leave in a rush.

"Have a good day." You held open your arms and Peter quickly ran over, giving you a quick hug and another kiss.

"You too. Don't work too hard."

"Oh, you know I will." you chuckled.

"I know." he laughed back, quickly bolting out of the house.

You were just glad the two of you could still talk.

You stretched and got out of bed, yawning. Another long day, but you were so used to it at this point.

You brushed your teeth and took a shower. It was colder out than usual in New York, so you had to put on some layers and then decided to make yourself a little treat of hot cocoa that you could carry out of the house with you.

When you locked the warmth behind you with the click of a door, you could see your breath. You shivered and wrapped yourself in your coat, beginning your walk.

Walking was way nicer than wasting forty minutes in New York traffic, no matter how cold it was. Plus, where you worked wasn't more than a fifteen minute walk.

You put in some headphones and put on something to pump you up for the day and decided to take a shortcut since it was so cold.

The shortcut you would only take on days like this was a long alleyway. You never liked it, since it smelled pretty bad - especially on hot days - and was always dark, but on colder days, it was a good way to push through and get to work.

You held your keys close, ready to use them as a weapon and saw alley cats that you wanted to pet, but passed since you didn't want to be late.

You quickly froze in place when you saw something completely unexpected, however. Spiderman landed in front of you, panting and out of breath. He leaned against the wall, looking victorious, and let one of the alley cats curl up on his lap.

"I am so tired." he muttered softly under his breath. The cat just purred at him and he pet it.

He looked up and noticed you, completely frozen in your spot.

"Oh, hey." he giggled, rubbing the back of his neck. "What's up?"

"You're Spiderman," was all you could say in complete awe.

"That I am." he chuckled.

"Are you okay?" You spotted a torn spot in his suit and blood running out of a cut.

"Oh, this?" He winced. "It's nothing. Just a little scratch. I'm fine."

"Are you sure? It looks pretty deep."

"I've been through worse," he admitted. "This is nothing compared to what I usually go through."

"Alright.... well uhh... it was nice to meet you, Spiderman. I gotta go to work though."

"It was nice meeting you too," he moved the cat and stood up, reaching his hand out to you. "What's you name?"

"y/n." you took his hand and shook it.

"Well, it was wonderful to meet you, y/n. And might I say, you are pretty dang cute." He winked at you.

"Oh, I have a boyfriend." you told him quickly before walking away.

The walk to your office building was just you in deep thought. Did Spiderman just call you... cute? What a weird morning.

And definitely not your last of those.

On a morning that Peter woke you up by pressing kisses up and down your face and neck that made you giggle, you went out again only to find Spiderman down the same alleyway.

"Well look who it is!" he laughed.

"What a coincidence," you laughed back, thinking that was it, just trying to walk past him.

"So, where are you off to?" he asked, catching up to you.

"Work."

"Ew."

You laughed. "No kidding."

"So what's this boyfriend of yours like?"

You rolled your eyes. "Really?" you asked, turning to look at him.

"Yes, really! I wanna hear about him. You know, since you were so able to reject Spiderman over him."

"Shut up. I don't even know who you are."

"Just tell me!"

So you did. You told him everything. How much you loved him, how long you've been together... how you've been separated.

"I wouldn't really call it 'separated' per say," Spiderman said. "I mean, sure you have to work some overtime, but it sounds like you guys are fine if he's still waking you up with kisses and saying he loves you."

You thought about it for a minute. He was right. It's not like you and Peter were arguing or actively avoiding each other. You were both just extremely busy.

"How much longer do you think you have to work like you have been?" he asked.

"Not too much longer."

"Well that's good. I would say ask him on a really nice date if he doesn't beat you to it."

You laughed out loud. You laughed and really couldn't control it.

"What's so funny?" Spiderman asked.

"It's just... I think Peter would shit his pants if he knew I was talking to Spiderman. Let alone getting relationship advice from him."

"What? Is he a big fan or something?"

"Oh, huge fan. He owns a stupid amount of merch and exclusive stuff too. He's like in love with you."

That got Spiderman to laugh pretty hard, nearly keeling over. "Maybe I should take your boyfriend out instead."

You both laughed until you got to the end of the alleyway. You gave him a fist bump and thanked him.

"Even if I don't know you under the mask," you said. "I think it would be pretty cool to be friends, Spiderman."

And that was exactly what happened. Every morning before work, you would walk with him for only a short five minutes before you had to part. Whenever you got a short amount of time to talk to Peter, you would tell him that you hung out with Spiderman, but he would just brush it off with laughter.

But if not for him, you wouldn't have gone on such a lovely date with Peter after you stopped working so much overtime.

When he saw you come downstairs in a shimmery red dress, he nearly passed out.

"J-Jesus, y/n." he stuttered as he looked you over.

"Do you like it?" you asked as your cheeks heated.

"No way," he said with a sigh. "I love it. You look.... oh my god."

You laughed and pulled Peter into your arms, playing with his hair. You told him how cute he looked in his suit and pressed a kiss onto his cheek.

He still stared at you with complete shock and you swore to god you could see hearts in his pupils.

You just locked your arm with his and got in his car before driving to go get dinner. You blasted music that you both sang horribly to, and when you ended up at the restaurant, you ended up talking more than eating. You were remembering old memories and laughing about stupid stuff from years ago.

It felt nice to be back like this with your boyfriend. All those years of dating were suddenly so much more worth it and you were now debt free.

"I love you so much, Peter." you told him as you reached for his hand across the table.

"You don't even understand how much I love you." he said back.

---

You took the next few days off, just enjoying your time with Peter. Not a lot of dates occurred, it was more the two of you sitting around in your PJs, but that was more than good enough for you.

And even when the two of you did eventually get back to work, it didn't feel like anything awful. It was shorter days and a lot more cuddles.

On another cold day before work, you walked down the usual alleyway and weren't surprised to see Spiderman playing with a cat.

"Hey, Spiderman," you said with a smile.

"Oh, hey!" He stood up and gave you a high five. "How've you been?"

"Really good." you smiled. "Like really really good."

"And your boyfriend?"

"Amazing. Thanks to you telling me to take him on that stupid date, we've literally been closer than ever I think."

"You would've gone on the date anyway." he chuckled.

"I know, but I feel like I need to thank you for some reason."

"Don't worry about it. I'm just doin' my thing."

You laughed and walked down the alley with him. "Would you ever want to meet Peter?" you asked. "You know, since we're close now, I figured it would be kinda cool if you met him."

Spiderman laughed. "This is so weird that we're friends."

"No kidding."

"But, no, really, I think it would be pretty cool to meet him."

You beamed. "He doesn't work until later! Maybe he's still lying in bed! Let me call him!"

You took a couple steps away from Spiderman to call Peter. You were so stupidly excited to share your friendship with this superhero with your boyfriend. It was silly, but it was nice.

Behind you, you heard Spiderman's phone go off and he laughed. "Looks like I'm getting a call. Hello?"

You heard the same 'hello' echo from your phone and you nearly dropped it on the asphalt beneath you.

"Peter?"

Spiderman looked around to make sure no one was nearby and he slipped off the mask to reveal that he was just Peter under the mask.

You felt yourself go faint for a minute.

"Wait, hold on," you held onto a nearby wall and looked at Peter, who was just smiling at you. "What the hell, Peter?!" you exclaimed.

He shrugged and then looked at you with pure horror. "Wait! Are you mad?! Please don't tell me you're mad!"

You didn't know what you felt, but mad definitely wasn't one of those somethings. "No, I'm not mad," you reassured him. "Just confused." you laughed.

He took a deep breath and nervously chuckled. "I didn't know how to tell you, so I thought it would be funny to bother you as Spiderman before work."

You laughed again. You really couldn't help it. "I don't know how I didn't figure it out sooner. It should've been obvious."

"You think?"

"Same bad humor."

"Hey!"

You just laughed again and hugged Peter. "I'm gonna go to work now, you big dork. But have a good day, alright? And don't get hurt."

"No promises." He went to slip the mask back on, but left his lips out, which you gladly kissed with a smile.

"We'll talk all about this when we get home, okay?"

He nodded and pulled the mask back over his face completely.

"I love you, Spiderman." you said, blowing him a kiss.

"I love you too." he swooned before taking off into the city.

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[jormshands]

Thinking my thoughts as I wait for my mac n cheese to cook but okay so like Hitori and Yuuya have SO MANY SIMILARITIES WHEN YOU THINK ABT IT THO. They both have really shitty personal lives and family situations (Hitori is an orphan and Yuuya is neglected and abused) so they kinda had to grow up at an extremely young age to not only take care of themselves but to take care of their loved ones too. They have little brothers they are absolutely insanely protective of and loving towards (Nageki and Sakuya) and literally have killed to protect them or to do something for their "benefit" (Hitori killing Kazuaki was a ploy to get close to Shuu to avenge Nageki and Yuuya killed the Le Bel baby in cold blood (he did admit that was also a revenge thing and he kinda also did it for himself because he's extremely petty and vengeful)). They're loyal to a fault, especially Yuuya who would literally prefer to die to protect Sakuya. They both have massive vengeful feelings (Hitori's intense hatred at Shuu and Yuuya's at Le Bel and kinda also Shuu and Albert too I'm just realizing) and can and will act on these vengeful feelings. They also are pretty empathetic and are able to understand others viewpoints and see themselves in others shoes kinda, but they both seem to be lacking severely in sympathy. Their differences are Yuuya is I don't want to say mentally stronger but has more of a window of tolerance than Hitori does. Yuuya is still able to stay (mostly) composed through situations and can act with a level head meanwhile Hitori is so caught up in his rage and survivors guilt he kinda went WAYY off the deep end. Yuuya kinda has survivors guilt too with the Le Bel baby (and like only the baby because Yuuya has been seen multiple times being a little too excited at the thought of harming enemies like Tohri for example). Idk this is not comprehensive at all and my mac n cheese is ready now 😊

[planerot]

Radiator Spring residents ranked on how trustworthy they are in the kitchen

(All these are intended to be humanized headcanons, but can be interpreted however you like. Also, quick content warning for food and a brief allusion to mold)

Flo - She literally owns a diner, (I did some googling and turns out, even though it's called Flo's V8 café, it's a diner. The disneyland website describes the IRL version in car's land as a 'Route 66-inspired diner' ) she makes the best food in town no questions asked. She's the one who makes everyone in Radiator Springs their birthday cakes and dinners each year, and has their favorite flavors and foods memorized by heart. If she catches wind that someone in town in feeling under the weather, that person will have a big pot of soup delivered to their doorstep before the end of the day. She is also very good about keeping her workspaces extremely clean due to the health and safety standards that come with running a diner. 10/10, she is the best by a very large margin.

Doc Hudson - During Doc's earlier years, back when he was still racing, he was a very mediocre cooking. He made stuff that was incredibly bland, boring, stupid easy, or a combination of all three. After his accident and moving to Radiator Spring, he was kind of forced to learn to make more interesting meals after eating nothing but mac and cheese, sandwiches, breakfast foods and other such things for a month straight and growing positively sick of it (because we all know his self isolating ass would NOT want to accept any invites to eat or, god forbid, risk accidentally socializing while at Flo's when he was fresh off a life changing crash). He, overtime, forced himself to learn how to actually cook and thus accidentally became one of the most talented cooks in Radiator Springs, second only to Flo.

Guido - He spent a lot of time in a tightknit, small Italian village, living with Mama Topolino, I feel it's very likely he picked up some tips, tricks and recipes during his time there. The vast majority of what he knows how to make is Italian food, but so long as he has a recipe, I think he could make anything.

Luigi - Basically the same as Guido. Only reason I put him below Guido is because he doesn't have the basically super human reflexes and motor control Guido has, thus making him more prone to spills and mess in the kitchen.

Red - The issue with writing any headcanons for Red is that he's more a gag then an actual character. I did a bunch of digging on his wiki page and all of it can be summed up to 'He likes flowers, is a firefigher and incredibly sensitive'...so I worked with that best I could. I think he'd be pretty decent at cooking since firefighters usually take turns cooking for their team, so anyone in that career usually has to learn to cook something actually edible. Red likely learnt how to cook during his very early days of firefighting before he moved to Radiator Springs. His dishes are definitely simpler, but that doesn't mean he can't make some very tasty, filling dishes. He takes enjoyment in serving his food to others and absolutely will burst into tears if someone insults his cooking.

Lizzie - Lizzie is the stereotypical baker grandma. A lot of the recipes she makes are pretty old, but that doesn't make them damn tasty. Her memory issues make baking a bit harder, but she still manages just fine. Baking helps keep her up and moving, even if it's only in her kitchen

Sally - She's never really had a knack for cooking and does her best from what people have taught her through the years. She can make a lot of really good pasta dishes, but other then that she doesn't really excel at anything.

Sheriff - Incredibly average. He's more the type to get food from Flo's or buy prepacked stuff then he is the type to actually make himself anything. When he does actually bother, all the stuff he makes is pretty good but absolutely nothing to write home about. He's more the type of person someone asks to pick up groceries for a meal then actually make the meal.

Fillmore - 100% more a baker then a cook. He first picked up baking to make weed brownies and ended up really enjoying the whole process. His recipes are very hit or miss though since he likes trying to make his desserts more healthy in some way. Sometimes this means they just taste a little off, and sometimes this means they taste like he just tossed sugar and cocoa powder in a bowl with some dried hay and baked it. He is also a hazard in a kitchen since he sometimes he gets munchies while high and will completely forget stuff in the oven, thus leading to multiple fire alarm scares.

Ramone - God bless his heart, but this man can barely cook. Flo has tried to teach him, but he just cannot seem to quite get it, often burning things, adding to much seasoning or accidentally forgetting ingredients. He loves spending time with Flo in the kitchen, so he gets relegated to vegetable peeling or pot stirring, which he very happily does because it means he gets to hang out with his amazing wife. The one thing he does excellent at is decorating. It took him a couple tries to get the technique down, but he is an amazing cake decorator, his years of painting cars meaning he has a scarily steady hand and very keen artistic eye. Flo always lets him decorate the cupcakes/cakes when she makes them for people's birthdays and they always turn out gorgeous.

Sarge - The issue with Sarge is that he refuses to toss anything out. He isn't good at cooking at all. That man does not give a shit how black his scrambled eggs are or how his chicken wings could probably be used as bricks, he will eat them. Whenever someone asks why he eats obviously terrible food, he just says something about how this is nothing compared to how terrible food was in the military. He's grown an iron stomach and hates wasting food even when it would probably be better for his health just to toss out the suspiciously fuzzy loaf of bread.

Lightning - He has mostly lived his adult life living off of fast food, microwave dinners, canned soup and whatever he can eat when people invite him over for dinner. He could probably be a very competent chef if he was taught how to, but he is a bit to embarrassed to admit it to someone else.

Mater - Do not let him near a kitchen he WILL burn it down. For the love of god he is clumsy as fuck and will somehow seriously injure himself or anyone if left to his own devices. He likes the idea of cooking for himself and his friends, but in practice it usually ends with either a fire, a hospital visit, or some horrid combination of both.

[goodluckclove]

hi hello i have been feeling very down and lonely lately and your blog brings me a lot of joy. would you mind telling me about something you've been excited about recently and one of your favorite things about blind trust?

Oh my gosh I got this last night and thought it was so sweet, but I was too tired at the time to give a proper answer. It's late morning now, and I dragged myself out of bed to go to a doctor's appointment that turns out to have been scheduled for next Friday. So now I'm at some smoothie place in the more gentrified part of Southeast Portland because I skipped breakfast to get here and my psych has informed me that I need nutrition to fend off the Horrors.

I have also been feeling down lately! I'm recovering from a surgery that has put my shit all out of wack and it's taking way longer to recalibrate than I prepared for. Which sucks! It's getting a bit easier now, but it's still pretty rough. I have been completely unable to work on my series - which makes me vibrate in despair when I think of it because I am literally right at the fucking climax of book two aaaaa

I will answer below the read more. I am talk-y today.

But I'm being brave most of the time. And when I'm not brave I get love from my wife, which is nice. Our cats try to be therapy cats, but they're both very dumb so their only strategy is "sit weird and make noises".

I was thinking about something I'm excited about last night. A few strange, small things come to mind. I harvested some of my spinach plants from the garden and used them in Mac and cheese and it was super yummy. I also have some fresh salad greens from the yard in the fridge, and I want to try and turn some of my mint plant into loose leaf tea. There's also a little shed/renovated garage in the back of our house, and I've decided to work on it a little and make it into a more fun hang space. I drew a pangolin on the wall, which I will enclose at the end of this.

I'm also starting a research project to collect various resources in the part of Ohio where my brother lives. I realized I really like researching - I was a technical writer for years and it was my favorite part of the job - so it's been a nice way to kind of unwind a bit. A friend of mine here suggested Overleaf, which is a fancy-ish word processor that works really well for things like this. But it also works mainly based on code, so I've had to learn a little bit of code while I do things?

It's kind of wild. My wife's a programmer though, so it tickles me to try and LARP as someone in her field. The other night I looked up at her and said "did you know that if you use the wrong backslash everything breaks?" She said "yes I did know that" and I said "it's so important to use the right backslash" as if I was teaching her new information on the thing she's been doing pretty much her whole life. Which I found delightful.

Clove-splaining. It's not patronizing because I giggle mischievously after I do it.

As for Songbird Elegies - ugh. I'm simultaneously thinking about it constantly and also too afraid to think about it the wrong way, because even though this is my twelfth novel (or thirteenth maybe, I can't remember), I still sometimes worry if I put it down I'll lose it forever. It's tough because I know I'm at a point where I can't like do a little bit at a time. I'll need at least like three hours to get to the next stopping point in the plot.

My favorite thing specifically about Blind Trust. Mm. I enjoy how catty Edgar is early on. I think I did a good job of not making him cool snarky, which is a vibe I hate in writing. He's very much like a little ratty terrier that has rage eyes but is also clearly terrified. I like to imagine even after Edgar grows and thrives as a person they still will sometimes roll their eyes or scowl and maybe someone like Katy will see it and think "ah yes good that's my guy".

I also recently decided that I might add a book between this one and my planned book three. I know, I'm doing that thing where you have an idea for a standalone book and next thing you know it's a full on series. My defense is that doing this will make the central plot of book three more precise.

In my mind it's a collection of short stories, loosely connected like in Armisted Maupin's Tales From the City. It would keep the universe fresh in my mind. And frankly, after the way book two ends and my plans for book three, I think all the guys deserve a more low-stakes adventure.

My long-term plan as a writer is to make the entirety of Songbird Elegies available as an e-book for pay-what-you-can at first, and then free forever once I finish it. I have other things I want to do as a writer (radio plays are my next big fixation), and I might consider pursuing trad pub at an indie house in the future. But no matter what works I release that require some amount of money, I aim to keep one full story up and accessible for anyone who wants it.

One full, unreasonably massive story.

Anyways here's the pangolin I drew. I hope you feel a little better. If you'd like to talk more you can reach me again on anon if you'd like, or just jump in my DMs.

[writingideasforus]

CDM

BASICS

Kink List

Face Claim

Name: Christopher David McCoy

Nickname: Kit

Gender: Male

Age:  40

Birthday: August 4, 1984

Birth Stone: Peridot

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Sexual Orientation: straight

ROMANCE

Ideal partner? someone who can keep up with him and go back and forth. he likes his women loud and sassy, he enjoys the company more

What was their first kiss like? sloppy and wet and he still gags when he thinks about it

CHILDHOOD

Life Story: He grew up in southern Texas with his mom and dad. He has a much older brother who he isn't in contact with. He went no contact with his whole family when he was 22.

Did he have an imaginary friend growing up? no

Nurtured or neglected growing up? depends on who you ask

Closest family member? no one

Languages spoken at home growing up? english, mom spoke spanish

Financial situation growing up? poor as fawk

PERSONAL

Do they ramble or are they to the point? to the point. rambles when he's really nervous

Does he have any addictions? smoker

What’s his biggest secret? brother can subbbbbb

What is he obsessed with? man fuckin loves mac and cheese dude. an unhealthy amount. his friends joke he's on a carbs only diet

Does he have any pet peeves? buckle bunnies, people who hog the jukebox (he does this)

Does he have any superstitions? has to see the number 15 before he rides. its tattooed on his wrist

What’s his favorite swear word? motherfucker

One word they would use to describe themselves?

Sense of humor? dry, satirical, witty, juvenile

What’s his soft spot? you

Favorite person? you

Do they rent or own? own

Do they live in an urban area or rural? urban

What’s their dream home? a custom built designed with his wifey :)

How long can they hold a grudge? Forever because he's a bitter son of a bitch when he's mad

APPEARANCE

Eye Color(s): hazel

Hair Color: Brunette, sprouting greys

Height: 6'2

PERSONALITY

Personality traits: loud, funny, can be closed off to people he's not fond of. everyone's favorite person when he's in the room

Good Habit(s):

Bad habit(s)

Like(s): women, weed, and money

Dislike(s): modern country, v neck shirts, the color puce

Hobbies: riding, drawing

Allergies: none. if something makes him feel funny he deals with the consequences later

Fear(s): death

Fun Facts? once burned a hole into his cheek with hot sauce

WORK

Ambition/dream: bull rider :)

Occupation/Job: bull rider/coach

EXTRA

Scent: cedar, pine, irish spring.

Outfit(s): T-shirt and jeans always

Scars: one on his chin from a fall as a kid, one on his shoulder from a riding accident.

Tattoo(es): too many to list. everywhere. arms, hands, thighs, back

Jewelry: rings, always. wears one of your ponytail holders on his wrist after you're together

Piercing(s): he would def pierce the tip but hasn't

FAVORITES

Favorite Song: I Walk The Line

Favorite Food(s): bacon cheeseburger with extra pickles

Favorite Drink(s): beer and whiskey

Favorite Color(s): green

Favorite Animal(s): he says all animals are fuckers but he loves a duck

Favorite Number: 15 (lucky)

Favorite Season(s): Summer

Favorite Holiday(s): if you ask him he will say Saint Patrick's Day but it's Christmas

Favorite Time of Day: evening

[keefiswhoiam]

October 22 - 2023 Sunday

9:14am

Even though it feels cringe, I'm going to try to read the day before's entry every morning. I feel like I should be able to do that without cringing at myself. It's like I can't even stand by my own words. I just dump feelings and shamefully look away. Maybe reading what I did yesterday can help me get a grip and try something different today. It'll also help to notice patterns I might be missing. Whether it does or not, this is an "action" I can take. An actual thing I can do that will yield some kind of results as long as I actually do it.

10:43am

In a way I'm afraid to do anything. I feel fear thinking about doing Inktober, or streaming a game, or hanging out with someone. I feel like I'm gonna mess up everything today. I'm afraid to act on anything.

1:09pm

I hear people talk about their girlfriends/boyfriends and can't understand how they easily fall in and out of relationships when I've only ever had 1 where we used that kind of label and it was when I was a teenager. Or how do people end up being in a happy relationship where they can proudly say they have a partner? Why is that so hard to achieve? Why can't it just be as simple as "We are so close and like each other a lot, lets just be boyfriend/girlfriend already." For some reason it just isn't like that. It probably has something to do with me and how fucked up I am. I'm the one here who lacks most forms of interpersonal experience. I fear I am doomed to a life of loneliness.

I'm so out of touch with everything it feels like.

4:03pm

I took a hit again and it's probably the last time I'm gonna do it to cope with my feelings. I'm not having a bad trip or anything, I just know it's bad and I feel dirty about it. I don't know who this "Keith" guy is but I don't support his behavior lately. I don't want to be this. I know what I want to be, I literally just have to do it. I feel a little better about it though. High assisted or not, I've been trying very hard to understand my own humanity and the humanity of others. I've been perspective taking, understanding how much it means when someone asks how my day is or updates me with pictures of their cat or where they're going. I thought about the past and how closed off and hollow it is, why do I like to stay there? Everyone else is present and ever changing. The present offers possibilities, the past is done. Its not to be forgotten but it's not to be lived in either. I wish I could get a better grasp on how I used to feel. I can't remember having this constant darkness deep inside me but maybe it was better hidden. I don't want to believe I could have regressed, especially when I've made so much progress in other places. I simultaneously want to go back to who I was but also don't want to lose the progress I know I've made. Who I was was very limited as a person. I think with great sadness comes great happiness. I've opened up a window to growing in ways I couldn't have before. If I can only learn to see hope like I used to. If I can only understand how things really can change and happen. Thats what I miss. Thats what I've lost. I've done so well with everything else but I lost this important component. Deep down I know who I am but I don't know who I can become. I don't understand what other things can become.

11:15pm

Today I woke up from a dream where Daisy and I got a cabin together and it was great, there was lots of very intimate cuddling and touching. I remember pressing my chest to her naked back holding her and how good it felt. At some point the dream turned into dealing with this homeless guy who wanted to stay in our house. He had a little pet alligator sorta like Gummy and about the size of a kitten. He told me not to let it bite me because it's teeth were very sharp but I let it anyways and my hand started to bleed pretty bad. We threw him and his gator off the mountain.

For breakfast I made sausage, mac n cheese, and had some cereal on the side. Afterwards I was trying to figure out how to launch VRchat and Legendary Tales at the same time so I could Vtube better but that was impossible unfortunately. I tried streaming for about 2 hours which went okay aside from no one showing up except for the guy that calls me Sleepy. I truly hate him. Good thing he only messaged twice. After my failure of a stream I decided to take a hit in preparation to blow myself because I felt like it and wanted that immersion. I did my dishes and looked at stuff while waiting for it to kick in. When it did I remember not being totally in the mood for it anymore but doing it anyways because I wasn't gonna waste the opportunity. It turned out okay, I had fun but it lasted a very very long time. After steaming in the shower for awhile and almost falling asleep in there, I made spaghettios for my 2 hour late breakfast. I snacked on some chips while watching a minecraft stream until I sobered up. I took a 40 minute desk nap at the end of that. I finally decided to do my Inktober and enjoy my evening. I cranked it out along with a small commission edit and uploaded those 2 things. After that Daisy was free and we watched Chris Chan while we both worked. I sketch Mr Mumbles and us as He Man and Cringer. I felt loose about it all, I was able to reach that rare state of really letting go and enjoying the process of art while I use it to express myself. Often times I adhere to too many rules and expectations. I was going to play Legendary Tales while Daisy went to bed but my game froze and I lost my permadeath character to that so I hopped on Zelda instead while she went to sleep.

[authortobenamedlater]

Oooooo I can do this for Tom and Chyler since I have essentially made them OCs.

This got long, very long. And I’m probably still missing a few things. Apologies for repeating things you’ve already read if you’ve been around here awhile.

Ladies first:

Chyler’s favorite dinner is burger Mac & cheese because her mom used to make it. It’s one of the few things Chyler remembers her mom could cook.

Chyler cannot handle spicy food and refuses to kiss Tom for at least a half hour if he’s been at the ghost peppers.

Her birthday is July 2 2510, making her just over a month older than Tom.

Halopedia mentions her brother. I decided he’s two years younger than Chyler.

Her mom died when she was 11, her father within a year of Forward Unto Dawn. Chyler and Grayson lived with their grandparents.

She took ballet for a few years as a little girl. She once tried to put Tom through a barre workout. This ended badly.

She almost never drinks alcohol, but will make notable exceptions for Tom’s Johnnie Walker Blue Label.

Chyler loves old school Disney movies. By 2552, that’s A LOT of old school Disney movies to love.

She took up needlework as a new officer because she wanted to do something with her hands that wasn’t fighting. She made a cross-stitch of Infinity that Tom has in the ready room. There’s a drawer in their quarters he won’t open lest “Chyler’s sewing $#*!” grow legs and attack him.

Her aunt was a Sunday School teacher. This came from a line in Messy Together and became a headcanon that Chyler grew up nominally Methodist.

Chyler’s brother was in the Marines, but he got medically discharged not long before Reach. He’s married and has three kids who love their Uncle Tom and Auntie Chyler.

I always imagine off-duty Chyler in PJ pants and a baggy T-shirt or sweatshirt, probably Tom’s, with her hair wet from the shower.

She once almost burned down their base house on Reach trying to make pancakes.

She kept her maiden name to avoid confusion with two Laskys of the same rank.

Though she never met him, Chyler misses Cadmon. She feels like there is a part of her husband she doesn’t really know because Cadmon isn’t there to bring it out.

Chyler gets along great with Audrey.

All the S-IVs are terrified of Commander Silva. The terror originates from her finding them dealing some kind of contraband one time. This is a vague headcanon I’ve had for ages.

Chyler hero-worships the Master Chief every bit as much as Tom does. She just hides it better.

Tom:

He was a surprise baby and a preemie who wasn’t supposed to see his first birthday.

He is a slightly shorter copy of his dad.

Chyler’s brother hated Tom for a few years, believing “that Innie-loving little $#*! from Corbulo” was not good enough for his sister. They finally slugged it out in the backyard during a visit and got along great from that point forward. Grayson still calls Tom an Innie-loving little $#*!.

Tom never disputed that he is not good enough for Chyler.

He did NOT handle the aftermath of Circinius very well for…15 years or so. It took Chyler’s filing for divorce to scare him straight.

His call sign in his flying days was “Wife Guy” because he was the only married guy in his training class.

He has no poker face. What poker face he has, he’s earned through years of training and discipline.

Tom rated on Longswords and Baselards and could still fly them in a pinch. He could still fly anything in a pinch.

Despite the stash of Johnnie Walker, Tom doesn’t drink often and substances generally have never appealed to him. Except for that caffeine addiction we all know he’s nursing. Adrenaline is his drug of choice, and this is part of what got him bounced from flying. Maybe one day I’ll finish the fic.

For now, I’ve decided Tom had a non-religious upbringing. This is subject to change if I get hit with a headcanon.

His dad was a wannabe pilot turned high school science teacher. He died suddenly when Tom was 10. I haven’t decided how. This was when Audrey and Tom’s relationship really hit the skids.

…Shoot I should have mentioned Papa Lasky in my OC post.

Papa L’s death coincided with Audrey’s military duties really ramping up. Tom (and Cadmon, when he was home) mostly lived with Audrey’s brother and sister-in-law.

Tom has a bad habit of trying to finish work in bed. Chyler usually falls asleep on his chest when he does this, unwittingly reinforcing the behavior.

He cannot dance. Or sing. At all.

He will brag to anyone within earshot that Chyler could outshoot him with her eyes closed.

He is still tight with Sully.

The UNSC stopped using cytoprethaline shortly after FUD and uses a new drug Tom is not allergic to. I just HAD to write around it because an allergy that severe would be an automatic DQ, especially for a flight medical.

He’s on good terms with his mom now. This was mostly Chyler’s doing.

He still has a “spot.” Only Chyler knows where it is. And Roland. And Palmer. OK half the ship knows and they just don’t talk about it.

Tom sometimes imagines Cadmon giving Chyler a hard time about being “just shy” of his weapons check record.

This is not MWAS-dependent: One time Del Rio really, really got under Tom's skin. Tom was walking around the atrium trying to cool off and having serious thoughts about asking for a transfer. He overheard two crew members talking smack about Del Rio and one of them said "If they ever give Lasky the boot, we'll be hosed." So Tom stayed and endured another three years or so of Del Rio so everyone else wouldn't have to.

This is MWAS-dependent: Once Chyler got transferred to Infinity following Halo 4, everyone noticed how much happier Captain Lasky was. Speculation as to exactly why abounds. Sometimes Roland has to shut down said speculation.

Their relationship:

They lost touch for a few years between Circinius and their first duty station. Once they reconnected, they were inseparable.

They broke up twice in the year between meeting up again and getting married. The first time they fell into bed together and Tom got spooked. Don’t know what happened the second time, but there’s dispute over who initiated the breakup.

They got engaged and married within about 20 minutes. Tom still feels bad about how un-romantic the whole thing was.

They had cheap silicone or whatever the 2500s equivalent is wedding rings until they patched up their marriage following the almost-divorce, then they got real rings. I want Tom to get Chyler a diamond at some point.

They spent several of their first 10 years apart, which contributed to their marriage deteriorating to the point Chyler was ready to walk out. They were also young and dumb and traumatized and Tom had his head firmly where the sun don’t shine.

I don’t know how I’d want their story to end, not that I ever plan on writing their end. I want them to get to retire together but let’s be real here. Tom could not handle retirement and Chyler could not handle a retired Tom. I think they would die at the same time, or one right after the other, probably in battle.

They love each other so much it’s disgusting. I invented them and I think they’re disgusting.

Does anyone have halo ocs they want to ramble about? I love readying profiles on ocs it's like hey how does your little guy's brain work?? I want to know!

[marvins-linguinie]

robin: so, what're you cooking for dinner, nancy?

nancy: i don't know. i don't really feel like cooking.

eddie: i can.

nancy: no.

steve: look, ill watch him, okay? it's better then rob watching him. neither of them can be unsupervised in the kitchen

eddie: can't you give me a little more credit than that, steve?

steve: let's go.

[steve tells eddie to get a pot of water boiling. surely nothing can go wrong with water, right?]

steve: hold on, ill be right back. keep watching the water.

eddie:

eddie: steve?

steve: what?

eddie: the toaster is on fire.

steve: the toaster- how?!

eddie: it was plugged into the wall, and then the water started boiling and then it boiled over the top, in which, is not my fault. so then, the water, started flowing towards the toaster, and i stepped back because im not trying to die today. there was a big spark, and it caught on fire. we should probably put that out though.

nancy: WHY IS THE KITCHEN ON FIRE?????

[greymoonfeelings]

When in Doubt, Dance it Out

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x fem! reader

summary: Work has been depleting all your energy, but Bradley knows just the thing to cheer you up.

word count: 655

I recommend listening to “My Girl” before or during reading to best imagine the scenario.

•••

Bradley has no idea what is going on with you tonight. When he arrived home, you only responded to his greeting with an incoherent mumble. To his knowledge, you have yet to eat dinner, but when he offered to order takeout you brushed him off.

Later in the night, you skip out on cuddling up with him to watch the newest episode of your favorite show (a ritual you never failed to partake in) and now he’s been home for five hours with barely so much as an acknowledgment.

The only indication as to what is occupying all of your attention is the loud groans and frustrated typing coming from your workspace. Bradley can tell that you’re exhausted, but he knows the one thing that never fails to pick you up.

While chipping away at your latest assignment, you hear music start to play from the bedroom. The song echoes down the hallway, loud enough to break your concentration.

“Would you mind turning that down?” No response.

“Would you mind turning that down?” No response.

Instead of getting up to confront your fiancé, you try your best to ignore the music. However, the beat slowly grows louder as the source approaches the living room. You recognize the tune and accompanying snapping.

“I’ve got so much honey the bees envy me. I’ve got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees.”

Bradley’s deep voice causes you to once again lose focus on the task at hand. You need to finish this presentation before your meeting tomorrow afternoon, but your fiancé’s antics were not making it easy. He knows how much you love to hear him sing, it practically turns you to jello, which is why it’s the last thing you need right now.

“Well, I guess you’d say, what can make me feel this way?”

“I wouldn’t say that because I know what you’re about to do.” You respond sardonically, still not looking away from your computer. Your lack of enthusiasm doesn’t deter Bradley though.

“My girl.” Your fiancé pops around your left side and then around your right as he sings the next “my girl”.

Bradley puts one hand on the back of your chair spinning you away from your desk so he can sing directly to you, “My girl. Talking ‘bout my girl.”

He continues serenading you, putting on a whole show in your living room. Bradley sure knew how to move to a beat. If you weren’t so entranced by his moves you may have questioned where he learned them.

When the next verse starts, Bradley's shoulders shimmy as he glides across the hardwood floor, offering his hand for you to take.

“I don’t need no money, fortune or fame.” Hesitantly you place your hand in his larger one allowing him to pull you up from your seat. “I’ve got all the riches, baby, one man can claim.” Your fiancé twirls you until your chest collides with his causing you both to burst out into laughter.

“You’re one hell of a charmer. Did anyone ever tell you that, Bradshaw?”

“It’s been mentioned once or twice.” His answer has you playfully rolling your eyes. “Will you take a break? I know you didn’t eat, sweetheart.”

“Well, I guess I can finish this tomorrow morning.” Bradley cheers in success. “But only if you make me some of that famous Bradshaw mac and cheese and feed it to me while we watch the new episode on HBO.”

“About that…” Your fiancé nervously smiles.

“You watched it without me? Bradley!”

He immediately throws his hands up in defense. “I asked you if you wanted me to wait. You just waved me off.”

“This is grounds for divorce!”

“We’re not even married yet!”

“Well, now it’s never gonna happen.”

“Aw, don’t say that, baby. You know you want to be stuck with me for the rest of your life.”

“I’m gonna be stuck on you like that damn mustache is stuck on your face.”