#the funny thing is this photo doesn’t even look like my dad

[a-crazy-fangirl]

Y’all… am I crazy, or does this super old photo of my dad kinda look like if Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles had a son together??

[priceinjection]

thoughts thoughts college student!reader finally gets to meet the 141. turns out she's price's daughter. they're shocked. price is like 'when you said you didn't need money from me anymore you meant you were dating someone?? you're dating my LIEUTENANT???'

it's just very funny to me idkk. like he wasn't attracted towards reader when simon was yapping about her but he did have a sneaking suspicion that she sounded very similar to a certain daughter of his

Okay so this was not the original direct i was gonna take the ‘series’ in and it’s probably not gonna be how it goes down in the official pt.2 but ohmygod im dying thinking about it actually. Seeing as Ghost and Price are relatively close in age it’s probably surreal for them😭😭

- Price never actually looked at the photos that Gaz and Soap begged Ghost to see. Just listened to the three of them be horny toads over some sweet young thing. Of course not all of the things Ghost talked about were vulgar, he clearly cared for whoever this sweet little bird was.

- He ignored the similarities, or rather tried not to think about them. Any hint or implication he brushed off as sheer coincidence, the alternative not a pleasant one to consider.

- You were nervous about meeting your boyfriend’s team, how could you not? You barely knew anything about them “it’s Garrick and Jonny, and the cap’n” was all he told you (well he also told you the first two found you awfully pretty) So you put on your nicest dress for the dinner and joined Simon at the restaurant dutifully

- the other boys got there first, clearly eager to meet the little bird. Your nervous jitters slowly dissipate clinging to your boyfriends buff arm as you walked through the restaurant

- however, any sense of serenity and casualty go out the window when you finally walk up to the table. Before Simon can get anything introductions in Captain John Price is saying your name and your calling the man sat across from you “dad”

- it was in this moment Price regretted keeping his personal life this much of a secret, maybe if he hadn’t…well even if he hadn’t you still probably would have fallen right into the arms of his Lieutenant

- the rest of the dinner goes surprisingly smooth. Though you have to complain that Simon isn’t nearly as handsy as he usually is when you go out to dinner, and any flirting you expected from Gaz and Soap doesn’t happen. Probably for the best though, with your own father sitting there watching the four of you

- Gaz and Soap are constantly about five seconds from bursting into the most atrocious fit of laugher for the entire dinner. Neither of them can really believe what they’re witnessing

- Simon probably brings you home after and you two playfully get into it, accusing both of you of being blind to the glaringly obvious truth that day in front of you, and of course as soon as you’re dropped off and Simon drives home you’re getting a phone call and an earful from your dad about dating an older man like Simon

- even though he gives you shit for it, Price is secretly glad Simon is the older man you’re dating. He’s someone on his team, someone he trusts, if anyone is gonna take proper care of you it’s Simon



[surshica]

PRINCESS TREATMENT

: CL16

genre: stupid fluff, social media (smau)

warnings: translated french

A/N: let’s ignore everything that happened in this gp! this is my first EVER f1 fic so ernmmm bare with me! i’ve had this like whole thing in my head for a while but i was just too lazy LMAO ANYWAYS i’m also deprived of some fics..ENJOY ?!!

synopsis: soft launching a relationship with charles — charles leclerc x streamer fem!reader (fc: tina kitten)

yourusername

liked by lilymhe, alex_albon, georgerussell63, charles_leclerc and 793,610 others

yourusername when he gets the princess treatment instead of me..

user1 my streamer is in a relationship..🫠

user2 this means we can’t be parasocial no more…I HOPE THIS “MAN” CAN FIGHT.

alex_albon okay tell him to stop being clingy so you can play goat simulator with us

yourusername he said, “they suck at the game so they can wait, i like the princess treatment” soo…

user4 as much as i want to theorize and say it’s an F1 driver it’s unlikely…she’s just a twitch streamer.

user8 “just a twitch streamer” my ass..as if she isn’t the biggest streamer and influencer

user4 i mean itd be a downgrade for a professional to date a non professional athlete or like model or idol🤷‍♀️

charles_leclerc okay little buddy it’s past your bedtime

charles_leclerc aww so cute (HOP ONTO GOAT SIMULATOR LANDO IS BEING ANNOYINGGG)

landonorris okay buddy..don’t make me use THE blackmail.

charles_leclerc

liked by yourusername, carlossainz55, tomholland and 2,072,473 others

charles_leclerc my jpg era? nahh

user3 okay so are we going to talk about who took these photos cause i know damn well you didn’t take them..

yourusername whoever styled you should get a raise

charles_leclerc i’ll tell her that, it’ll inflate her ego some more

yourusername she doesn’t deserve you 😐

user5 HOLD ON. HER?? IS HE IN A RELATIONSHIP AS WELL.

user6 this is kinda suspicious..what if.

user2 WHAT IF????

user6 what if yn and charles are 🤞

carlossainz55 charlie finally got a sense of style !!

pierregasly groundbreaking ‼️

user9 okay but why does he actually look good in this outfit..

user10 f1 twt going crazy over this fit

liked by yourusername

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, landonorris, georgerussell63 and 628,927 others

yourusername stream today!! we’ll be playing among us vr with *drumroll* landonorris and georgerussell63, be sure to tune into it today

user1 WITH THOSE TWO??? it sounds chaotic..

user10 HMMM….

charles_leclerc where is my invite ☹️

yourusername you said no because chat would laugh at you..

charles_leclerc this makes it seem like those two are your favorites…

yourusername they are.

charles_leclerc hand back the paddock passes<3

yourusername IM JOKING HAHA YOURE MY FAVORITE!!

liked by charles_leclerc

user5 bye they’re literally flirting.

liked by charles_leclerc and yourusername

user6 THE HEART AFTER PADDOCK..am i seeing this correctly

user2 what if you actually predicted it…

alex_albon i can already hear lando screaming..

landonorris slanderous.

charles_leclerc

liked by yourusername, pierregasly, landonorris, lewishamiliton, alex_albon and 1,729,168 others

charles_leclerc désolé mon amour le secret est sorti..😅❤️

user6 YEAH I KNEW IT. everyone who made bets pay up! i do apple pay venmo zelle paypal

user1 bye you’re so unserious 😭

user3 aye they tryna make bank i don’t blame them

user2 it’s like they’re a mastermind..IS CHARLES GOING TO WIN THE NEXT GP?!?

user6 yes. he is going to podium and be at least 2 or 3

yourusername you couldn’t wait just a little longer..not till your next gp? ;;

charles_leclerc my fingers slipped!!

yourusername fat fingers!

charles_leclerc that’s not very nice chéri:(

yourusername yeah no more princess treatment for you.

charles_leclerc HEY NOW…THATS NOT FUNNY.

landonorris are mom and dad fighting..☹️

charles_leclerc i hope you never get imposter when you play amongus again

landonorris HEY MAN TOO FAR.

user11 “mon amour” BYE. I DONT EVEN WANNA KNOW HOW LONG THEYVE BEEN TOGETHER.

user10 the pictures..THE PICTURES. sleeping on a highway tonight 🤞

user4 interesting choice in a s/o…

user7 the floating lantern picture…I JUST WANNA KNOW WHO WAS THE ONE THIRD WHEELING THAT THING.

yourbestie that person would be me 😍

yourbestie took y’all forever, im surpised charlie brown over here didn’t spill the beans earlier

charles_leclerc who are you calling charlie brown? 😒

yourbestie you.

@ surshica | rb & follow.

[empress-simps]

A Gryffindor's Grief

Pairing: James Potter x Fem! Slytherin! Reader

CW: Reader's family and language

Genre: Angst

Masterlist

Note: My first ever marauders fic! Kinda nervous to post this ngl… I'm still thinking if I should make a second part. I want to hear what you guys think about this! Requests are open! Photos used are from Pinterest! Credits to the owner!

It was forbidden love, really.

Those little moments of not-so-accidental touches, stealing glances, and discreet smiles sent each other's way were your means of communicating with each other.

James Fleamont Potter, a Gryffindor boy that was absolutely smitten with You; Slytherin's Princess.

An odd combination that would only lead to chaos.

Being one of the sacred twenty-eight wizarding families meant that you command power and respect from everyone you meet— intentionally or unintentionally. The idea about blood purity, power, and influence was already in your mind as soon as you were able to grasp things your toddler brain could handle.

You were taught to only mingle with pure-blood families, people who could be useful and loyal to you, and those with power, influence, and wealth. Your family’s distaste for muggles and muggleborns were also ingrained into your mind, as if they programmed you to believe what they believed in. It wasn’t that hard, after all you were surrounded by rich witches and wizards who are blood supremacists.

For someone who grew up with those ideals and values, you thought it was right. Although, your belief came tumbling down the longer you spend time at Hogwarts and got to know James Potter and the rest of the Marauders.

James, he made you feel alive.

It felt as if he was the breath of fresh air that you never knew you needed. Away from that suffocating Malfoy Manor, the scrutinizing gazes of your family, and away from rich pure blood problems. Being with him felt exhilarating, he was the buzz in your life. James brought so much joy into your dark, lavish, and empty lifestyle.

It was quite funny, picturing him as your knight in shining armor, whisking you away from your pretty, gold cage.

"Malfoy!" Evan Rosier, a pure-blooded Slytherin raised his hand in your direction, motioning you to come over and sit beside him during breakfast in the great hall. Cold eyes like Lucius Malfoy's travelled in his direction, a questioning brow raised.

"Rosier, you are being too loud." She commented, walking, and sitting next to him before greeting the person beside him, Regulus Black.

"Good morning, Regulus."

"Good morning, Y/n."

Barty Crouch Jr. looked up from his meal and snickered at the both of you. "Good morning, Mum and Dad." He teased, greeting you both as Evan laughed along with the other Slytherins near them. Heck even Severus has a small smirk planted on his face. "If you wish to make your family line extinct, then please feel free to continue with your remarks, Crouch."

He smirked, putting his hands up in mock surrender "Just kidding, Y/n. Geez. Rough summer, I suppose?"

You felt your lips press into a thin line, an obvious answer to the question; It was horrendous.

Evan’s laughter slowly dies, he shakes his head, “Give her a break mate, she just got the biggest news of her life during summer. Isn’t that right Y/n-“

“Shut your mouth Rosier if you do not want to be hexed into next month.” Her empty threat really doesn’t do damage to Evan, he just shrugged, taking it as a warning that you’re not in the mood for jokes.

Your father, Abraxas Malfoy and older brother, Lucius Malfoy made a huge decision for your future. Hearing rumors here and there about their Slytherin Princess being romantically involved with a blood traitor in Gryffindor enraged your father, Abraxas. That will certainly not do, they will not sit idly and watch as the Malfoy name be... tainted with those rumors.

You remember how you felt dread entering your system, fighting the urge to run and throw up as you mustered up a façade, “Those are just baseless rumors, a plot to ruin my image in school." You held your head high, praying they do not see the truth.

Abraxas stared at you, his daughter, with a monotone expression. "Your brother and I do not care whether those ridiculous rumors are true or not." Lucius nods, agreeing. What a lie. You know your family well enough to not believe what comes out of their mouths in situations like this.

"We do not care if you had relations with the boy, even though it is rumored that he is a blood traitor, you knew well enough not to fool around with mudbloods. Well done, Y/n. Perhaps you could change his views, get him to join our cause.” Lucius looked at you. You could press your lips into a thin line, trying to find an answer.

 “That tactless boy's role is to only be a bed warmer for you, remember that Y/n." Your father stood from the chair he sat in the drawing room. Slowly walking towards you. “Although, I suppose it ends now. I heard Lady Walburga Black is looking for a potential bride to their heir, Regulus Black.”

After a week, it was official; You are to be wedded to Regulus Black, your friend, Sirius’ brother.

You could not do anything about the arrangement, what fight would you have put up? A young girl like you, who does not have any power, influence, and wealth could only suck it up and accept.

How you wish it was James you were betrothed to.

“James, you came.” You breathed out, seeing him take off the invisibility cloak. The moonlight in the astronomy tower complimented his features, he offered a small smile sitting beside you.

The stakes were high, you were sure underlings of your brother (and possibly father) in the school have their eyes trained to you as you enter another year in Hogwarts. You would need to find new ways to meet up with your lover. Regulus’ eyes discreetly looked towards James, who is undeniably looking at you.

“Wouldn’t want for my girl to be alone, you know?”

He joked, intertwining his finger with you, a second nature to the both of you. Squeezing his hand, you softly looked at him. “I missed you, pothead.” He leaned towards your face, kissing you on the forehead. One of the things he does that never fails to make you feel flustered. “I missed you too, love.” You rolled her eyes, slightly shoving him playfully, “Stop being sappy, Pothead.”

“You secretly like it, love. You can’t lie to me.” He grinned, although the last sentence made you tense up. James shot you a concerned look, noticing your body language. “Something wrong, love?” You were torn, deciding on whether you tell him about the engagement rather than keeping quiet and leaving him in the dark about your current situation.

“I got engaged.” Before you could even stop yourself, the words flew out of your mouth. Shit. It wasn’t how she planned to tell him. The light atmosphere suddenly became dark and heavy. You can feel James turn rigid, freezing up as he muttered. “So, it was true, huh?” He scoffed bitterly, hurt overtaking his features. “James…” You gently called, carefully placing a hand on his shoulder. He flinched, turning his body away from you.

She tried to ignore the hurt she felt, pushing it down as she understood why James was acting this way.  “Sirius told me.” He choked out, still not looking at you. James really does know you well, answering the question you haven’t even voiced out yet. The slight tremble in his voice made your heart crack. You bit your lip, of course Sirius found out; he was still a Black after all.

“I love you, James. I really do.”

You spoke to him, you raised your hand, about to put a hand on his back that was still facing you but deciding against it before it touched him. Your hands faltering before dropping down to your sides. He shakes his head violently, his curly locks getting messier than they already were.

“Don’t… Don’t say it like that, love.” He pleaded, slowly turning to face you again, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Don’t say it like you’re about to leave me. This. Us.” He croaked; you felt his large hands placed on top of yours. He brought it up to his lips, kissing the knuckles.

“James…” You managed to utter out, voice getting caught at the throat.

James knew he was acting like a child, but damn- he never thought it could hurt this much. He pictured both of you marrying each other, living in a large house with a big backyard because he insisted it will be great for when you have kids. Merlin, he even imagined about 3 or 4 kids looking like the perfect mix of you both, running out and about with their names already carefully thought out.

out. He daydreamed that the both of you grow old, watching you tell stories to your grandkids about their grandfather’s mischief during your years at Hogwarts.

“I have to, James.” She chokes out, tears spilling onto her cheeks. Those four little words made James’ little bubble of happiness burst with just a bat of an eye.

“Don’t… don’t do this to me, love.” He pleaded; he even went down onto his knees as he saw you standing up from your place beside him. Poor James, luckily it was only you, the moon, and the walls of the Astronomy Tower watched him become a wreck.

“I love you, please remember that you will always have my heart, James. I wish you find happiness.” The part ‘without me’ was unsaid but was heard. It took a lot of courage, strength, and self-control not to fall apart. Deep down, you wanted James to say the same to you, proclaiming his love again for the last time you’ll be together.

“I love you Y/n, so much. No one will ever make me feel the way you did. I’ll find a way; a way for us to be happy together. I swear on my life.” He promised, looking at you straight in the eye. You could only close your eyes before smiling at him, trying to blink the tears away. Stars, you hoped James really does find a way.

“Goodbye, Potter.” She turns, walking away.

Maybe Slytherins and Gryffindors really aren’t meant to be together.

[deepcollectionredbird]

My Uncle Jerry and his husband have been together for almost fifteen years, and they still love each other as much as they did when they first met. Whenever they’re together, they’re like two infatuated teenagers. To put it bluntly, my uncles have a bit of a PDA problem… and, sometimes, it’s so goo-goo insane that the rest of my family doesn’t even want to be around them.

Like, this summer, when we all took a week-long trip down to Myrtle Beach, to celebrate my uncles’ shocking pregnancy announcement. Me, my mom, my dad, his parents, Uncle Jerry, Jerry’s husband, and their unborn baby — who they insisted that we include as another member of the vacation.

One day, we were all relaxing at the beach… just soaking up the sun, and enjoying the cool oceanfront breeze. Mom was tanning, dad was tossing a frisbee with grandpa, nana was napping in her foldable chair, I was scrolling through Instagram… and Uncle Jerry and his husband were laying in the sand, caught up in their little love-fest. They were kissing, and cooing at one another, and making dirty jokes… which was all fine and dandy… but then, they took things a little too far, for the rest of us.

I’m just scrolling… liking the photos that my friends all posted on their pages… when, all of a sudden, I hear my Uncle Jerry moan. It wasn’t just any moan, either. Not the jokey-playful kind. I mean, he sounded like he was having a good time. I look over, to find out what’s going on, and all I see is Jerry’s husband going tongue-deep into his belly button, flicking it around and slurping up his spit. They were making so much noise… with all the spitting, squeaking, smacking, sucking, popping, and squelching. They weren’t even trying to be discreet. It was disgusting… but they were really into it.

Like I said, sometimes, they’re just a couple of gross teenagers.

Anyway, I thought they would stop once they saw that the whole family — and even a few random strangers — was giving them funny looks… but they didn’t. My uncle held full eye contact with me, moaning like a ghost as his husband ate his belly button out. It made my skin crawl!

That was the very last time I ever joined them on a vacation… and, even once their son is born, I’m won’t be going away with them any time soon. PDA is one thing… but that, that was full-on exhibitionism.

[tgmsunmontue]

I never knew I was missing you 7/9

Jake is just trying to find a connection. Shame the guy he connects with the most is lying about his identity online; because he sure as hell isn't A-list Hollywood star Bradley Bradshaw.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX

PART SEVEN

                He doesn’t know what he was expecting exactly, but later, after he’s made out with Bradley, gotten naked and let himself discover all the little imperfections that get airbrushed out of photos, has generously let Bradley give him a blowjob when he asked, then returned it. Things had sort of devolved into unspoken actions, Bradley shuffling him toward what Jake can only assume is his bedroom, now that he’s looking around. There’s a sofa and a TV and an ensuite and the entire room is pretty much the size of Jake’s entire base accommodation. It’s obscene.

                The bed is definitely better and he shifts, waits for Bradley to slide back into the bed, handing him a bottle of water which he didn’t even ask for but dutifully drinks half of anyway. Then Bradley is lying down, facing him, head rested on hand while his other hand absent-mindedly strokes Jake’s hand where he has it resting on the bed between them, his own pose mirroring Bradley’s.

                “How was your day yesterday anyway? You said you didn’t have any plans… Sounds like bliss to be honest.”

                Jake shakes his head, because with comments like that he’s pretty sure Bradley hates his job.

                “Yeah. It was good for the most part. Got a little weird in the middle, but I’m kind of getting used to that…”

                “Weird how?”

                “My CO turned up just before lunch and was just… weird. Weirder than usual.”

                Bradley has stiffened and Jake wonders what the fuck that’s about, reaches for his fingers and laces them together, brings their joined hands to his lips so he can press kisses to each of Bradley’s knuckles.

                “What did he do?” Bradley asks, and Jake frowns some more, because Bradley sounds… off. If Bradley has an issue with him having a commanding officer, then they’ve got issues before they’ve started. Oh shit. Maybe it’s the privacy thing. Well, he didn’t tell Maverick anything, and he can reassure Bradley of that.

                “Do? Nothing really. More what he said. Was asking me all sorts of questions. About alcohol, then drugs, and then whether I’d been to any parties…”

                “Was he now…” Bradley says, and for some reason he seems annoyed, or maybe even angry and Jake pulls back to look at him properly, because this sounds personal. But he’ll cover his bases anyway.

                “It’s okay, I didn’t tell him anything. I mean. There was nothing to tell him about most of that stuff anyway. But then he started talking about his godson, and wanting to set me up with him… so fucking random. I mean… I kind of told him I wasn’t available,” Jake admits, and he’s pretty sure that that’s an okay thing to admit to given their last few hours together and what Bradley said about wanting to try being with him. Whenever he’s wanted something Jake has got it, and he wants this to work. For as long as Bradley wants him.

                “He was vetting you.”

                Jake’s brain is off on a different path and he forces it to circle back.

                “What? Who was?”

                “Maverick. He was vetting you. I’m his godson. I’m going to fucking kill him…”

                Jake blinks.

                “What?”

                “He probably thought he was being funny. He’s married to Slider by the way. Ron Kerner that is. My head of security that you just met? He’s an ex-aviator. It’s where he and Mav met…”

                “Holy shit. That’s why you know all that shit about the Navy and planes…”

                “Yeah. My dad was Maverick’s RIO.”

                “Fuck… and here I was worried you wouldn’t… understand my lifestyle.”

                “Ha! More like you don’t understand mine…”

                “I… want to understand… but uh… what do you mean vetting me? Is he… Maverick…”

                “He’s my godfather. He’s uh… a little protective. He was making sure you’re not a drug addict, or secret alcoholic, or just going to blurt out who I am to the first person who came along…”

                “Huh. Well… I mean. That beats the alternative.”

                “What’s that?”

                “That he’s losing his marbles.”

                “You’re assuming he had any to begin with. You okay with… that?”

                “What?”

                “Maverick. My relationship to Maverick.”

                “Oh. Uh. You said you were going to kill him…”

                “Not seriously. Yell at him. Sulk about it and complain to Slider about him. Slider will just go and drink whiskey with Ice and commiserate…”

                “Ice?”

                “Iceman. Tom Kazansky.”

                “Oh fuck me…”

                He fully expects Bradley to make some quip about yes, I’d love to, but instead he’s just looking worried.

                “Too much?”

                “No! Shit. Maybe… it’s fine. Just… it’s a bit to get my head around. You’re fucking surrounded by flyboys huh?”

                “Well, hoping to add one more to the collection if he doesn’t run away scared…” Bradley says, letting his fingers walk up the flank of his thigh and Jake scoffs.

                “I’m not scared…”

                “Good…”

                He opens his mouth and snaps it shut, realizing he just got played and the fact that Bradley seems to know him so well already is both a little disturbing but also kind of reassuring. He leans forward for a kiss which Bradley meets with a grin, sliding his body against Jake’s and he’s gorgeous, better than any picture or movie he’s ever seen.

                “I’ve gotta ask… Do you even… like it?” Jake says, wondering if he’s overstepping. He doesn’t understand Bradley’s life, not really. Not yet. But he wants to. “I… you just… uh. Why do you do it if you don’t like it?”

                “Huh?”

                “Be in Hollywood? Why do it if you don’t like it?”

                “But I do like it…”

                “Uh. Okay. Sure.”

                “Oh. I love the acting. And the people for the most part are really fucking cool. But also I’m a bit of a whiner. Neil and Callie and Ron will all tell you. They’ll hear me whine constantly about you being deployed. Doesn’t mean I want to change anything…”

                “Ah. You just like… bitching about something huh?”

                “Yep. Got to have something to moan about. But if something really does bother me I do take steps to fix it. I didn’t like living so centrally in LA… plus Ron and Mav never said anything but I know they appreciated it when I moved here.”

                “Fuck. That’s why you live out here, away from Hollywood. So Ron and Maverick are closer to one another?”

                “Well, that, and people have to make a little more effort if they want to come and see me. Being here makes it a little more difficult. I’m not as available.”

                “Smart.”

                “You know it…”

…            …            …

                He can’t remember the last time he felt quite this joyful. It’s not just the sex, but Jake’s whole attitude toward him. He’s lavished Bradley with attention, however none of it has centered around his fame, or his looks. Well. That’s a lie, Jake seems to plenty appreciate the way he looks and his body plenty, but he’s insisted on finding every little scar and licking over it, hasn’t held back poking fun at little things. Doesn’t seem to think Bradley is worth any type of deferential treatment. Other than seeming a little in awe of the sheer size of the house has taken everything in stride. Right now he’s letting Bradley fix them sandwiches, something easy and portable which they can take to the movie room and watch something while curled up on the large sectional.

                “You know, I have two VIP tickets to ComicCon. I was going to ask if you wanted to go with me… Before.”

                “Before? Why just before? Why not now? I’d love to go with you.”

                “Uh… okay. Bradley, you know you’re like, one of the actual celebrities on, like, panels and shit right?”

                “I can still go with you. Just has to be incognito. Cosplay is great for that.”

                “Holy shit. Are you serious?”

                “Yeah. Of course. I’ve gone before in full disguise. It’s great.”

                “Oh my god, Fanboy is going to love you…”

                Bradley grins, because obviously Fanboy is another aviator, but he’s kind of hoping the one in front will love him first.

EIGHT

[r0ya1]

OK I MIGHT HAVE LIVED THE MOST IRL CLASS OF 09 SENARIO THAG I WILL EVER HAVE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE

Te: pedos, cops, cussing ig

So I might be a bad person in this first part cause when I get bored I will talk to random people on the internet. And if one happens to be a 30+ year old guy I’m NOT NOT NOT blocking him….? So when he asked how old I am I say 15 (I’m not) and when he asked where I live I say Seattle (I don’t). AND THEN HE FUCKING SAYS HE ALSO LOVES IN SEATTLE. so I play along wow that’s so cool that’s so funny!!! (I’m Lwk trying to see if he’ll send me cash) so I pull this little sob story out of my ass about how “my parents are so controlling and don’t love me and abuse eachother and me sometimes” and that “they take all my money but I need to save to get out of this filthy apartment” and of course he doesn’t take the bait of sending me cash but instead insists that we meet. Well me in my cozy home with no reprucutions if I go along with this says hell ya! Let’s send this pedo on a wild journey across his city.

We just talk normally then as I “open up” he stays trying to open me up 💀 “is it shaved?” “How big r ur tits?” “Can you be my DAUGHTER” SIR I AM FIFTEEN AND VAUNARABLE (not actually)

He even offered to let me move in with him. And of course I was like “fuck yes” SCREW IT I WAS HAVING FUN MESSING WITH HIM!!!

So as the girls girl am I tell my friends about this. AND I LET STUPID FUCKING MORALS GET IN MY WAY AND SOME HOW THEY CONVINCE ME TO REPORT HIM TO THE COPS. (Which by the way is not as easy as I thought) So I decide that pretending to be 15 isn’t enough but also I now should cosplay Chris Hanson.

The time to meet is here. He texts me about where we planned to meet. I had to switch up my story last minute!! (I forgot why) “IM SORRY I HAD TO RUN OUT FO THE HOUSE MY DAD CAUGHT ME PACKING UP”. “IDK WHERE IM GOING TO GO CAN YOU PICK ME UP?” Boom he’s blocked. The address I gave him? A Seattle police station. He’s suspicious and I give a bullshit answer of “oh I’m scared and I know that I’ll be safe here or smth” AND I KNOW THIS ASSHOLE KNOWS HES DOING SMTH ILLEGAL CAUSE HE SAYS “can you move away from the police station?”

LIKE HELLO?!? You know it would look bad if you picked up a 15 year old girl….

So I call the non emergency line of the police station I sent him to. IT TOOK SO LONG BEFORE I GOT OFF HOLD. Insane bro. Then I talkt to the dispatcher give her the situation. I thought it would end there they would maybe look for a guy if he showed up and Lwk idk after that…

THEN SHE TRANSFERS ME TO COPS ON THE FIELD? They need more info from me I send them the photo he sent of himself and other erm … explicit messages.. of him being a creep. Ya I went along but like why not fuck with them? THIS IS WHY ITS EMBARRASSING CATCHING A PREDATOR IS ONLY COOL IF YOURE A 20 SMTH DUDE. When your a girl who’s still a minor (I’m not 15) THEY ARE STILL CONCERNED

So tldr I was on call with dispatch for 41 minutes trying to get this guy to where the cops were waiting while having them help me take photos of proof I’m there so he can find me (cops). NEVER DID I THINK I WOULD WORK WITH THE FUCKING FEDS. And he never shows cause either A) really bad photoshop selfie I sent, or B) we did spend two hours back and forth of him looking for me… anyways it’s over they didn’t find him and I need to leave.

SO THEN I give them my info and my parents info (mistake) cause like I’ll work WITH the cops ig! I’ll do the “right thing” WRONG WRONG WRONG.

THEY THREATEN TO CALL MY MOM AND TOLD ME TO TELL HER WHAT HAPPENED. FUCK NO I WOULD BE GROUNDED for life AND MY INTERNET ACCESS WOULD BE CUT OFF. I hang up FREAK OUT and run to check my mom’s phone.

ITS DEAD!!!! So I ask to borrow it to look at photos and she just hands it over! Plus she’s on DND !!! She doesn’t see the call! They called me again but I missed it! Crisis averted for now! But omfg I was going to kms is he found out.

“Your child was talking to a 30 year old male” GROS THAT SOUNDS SO GROSS FUCK NO I SOUND LIKE A VICTIM

So every number got blocked! My messages deleted and discord off my phone for a while!

Why is this class of 09? Idk my friend said it sounded like smth that would happen with all the pedo stuff, the catfishing, the cops…. Reddit said that they might call the cops in my county to talk to them but I say bs!!!

Anyways if you made it to the end pray for me.

[ghcstao3]

I dont know if you take requests but?? You had an alive riley family headcanon post with teeen joeseph and man i would really like to see more of that (bonus if theres ghostsoap during it)

i can definitely do that!! (and i also encourage you to check out this drabble from @snootlestheangel that was inspired by the original post. very wholesome stuff)

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Simon often likes to wonder if Tommy thinks he’s funny for putting his little brother on babysitting duty.

Granted, it’s not exactly babysitting anymore—Joseph’s twelve, for Christ’s sake—but Simon has to know what exactly has Tommy snickering when he dumps the kid on his uncle’s doorstep for the weekend.

Because everything at least starts normal—they set up the extra bedroom, Joseph asks about Simon’s latest missions (all questions replied to with embellished half-truths or flat-out “classified”s, as per usual), they order in for dinner because he’s supposed to be the fun uncle as opposed to the one on Beth’s side of the family.

All of it starts normal. Which has Simon on edge, even if it’s only his pre-teen nephew at the centre of his worries.

It takes a few days before Simon figures it out.

And it’s all because he somehow ends up with his sergeant unexpectedly at his front door, because of course Johnny couldn’t be bothered to call ahead and check it wasn’t one of those rare times Simon was busy while on leave.

So here he is.

Anticipating disaster as Johnny introduces himself to Joseph—both having heard of the other, but no more than in vague statements and short stories and never enough to get a real first impression.

“I’m John,” the sergeant says, friendly enough, “I work with your uncle.”

“John?” To Joseph’s credit, he does sound in some genuine awe, as far as a twelve-year-old can manage. “Woah—like the captain?”

“Uh.” It’s the first time Simon has ever seen Johnny rendered speechless. “Not quite.”

Simon ruffles Joseph’s hair. “He’s not old enough, Jo.”

Joseph narrows his eyes at Johnny. Simon recognizes the cogs turning just too late and is entirely powerless to stop it.

“Well,” Joseph starts, “you look old enough.”

Ah.

“Joseph—“

Johnny snorts, though he does bristle almost imperceptibly—stands straighter, folds his arms over his chest. “‘S’fine, LT. I can take a joke.”

"Can you?" Joseph interjects. The way he tilts his head in that sort of smug way tells Simon exactly why Tommy had been so happy to rid of the kid for a few days.

He's finally reached that age, it would seem.

Johnny frowns down at the kid—though down may be an overstatement, as even at twelve Joseph has surely gotten the Riley height gene—almost with that same sort of analytic look to his face that he wears when disarming particularly complex bombs. Simon gets it; he's just as unequipped to deal with this.

"...I think I can," Johnny says slowly.

This reply appears satisfactory enough to Joseph, being that he nods and marches away to plant himself in front of Simon’s TV until he gets bored.

Because Lord knows Simon has things to discuss with Johnny.

Namely the smart-arse nephew he apparently has to apologize for.

“Right wanker you got on your hands,” Johnny remarks as soon as Joseph is out of earshot. “I’m nae even thirty. Old, my arse.”

“He’s usually well-behaved,” Simon mutters.

Johnny raises an eyebrow. “That so? ‘Cause I ken his uncle and I cannae say the same about him.”

Simon only rolls his eyes, then. Asks Johnny if he plans to stay for dinner because Simon doesn’t have enough ingredients for three, if so.

But it just continues, after that.

When Johnny manages to pull up a team photo because Uncle Simon doesn’t take photos, Simon is lovingly told that it doesn’t make sense anyone is scared of him because his mask looks like a last minute Halloween costume bought at Poundland the night of the 31st.

Then offhandedly Joseph is commenting that Johnny’s mohawk, mildly grown out and unruly as a cause of his own time off, makes him seem like a middle-aged dad trying to reminisce on his days in a failed, mediocre secondary school rock band as a way of mitigating his mid-life crisis.

The list goes on over the next day and a half, and while it’s never anything overly mean, it just… throws the two of them for a loop when this twelve-year-old is randomly insulting the most minute things in between normal conversation. Well-behaved conversation.

Johnny is long gone by the time Tommy returns to retrieve his son, but that doesn’t stop Joseph from blabbering about Uncle Simon’s friend, less-cool John—and isn’t it just so fun for Simon to have to explain his not-just-friendship, but-also-nothing-more relationship situation to his older brother—while also picking on his father’s outfit in the same breath.

The kid’s become an absolute menace.

Simon’s afraid for what thirteen might bring.

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

the cockles masterlist, part 6

now split in SIX parts for link limit reasons

WARNING: this post glitches and crashes on mobile. it’s recommended you view this on your desktop, or at least on your mobile browser rather than the app. if my desktop theme is hard on your eyes, try an extension such as Just Read or Reader View to customize the layout and colors.

if you’re still having trouble viewing, or if you don’t want to have to switch between the five posts, here’s all of the links compiled into a google doc.

welcome to the cockles masterpost, a labor of love/insomniac hyperfixation.

i recently wrote this cockles manifesto, but after it got a lot of notes and i kept adding more links to it, i decided i should just go through my 8 years of archives and compile all the cockles posts in a much more accessible and navigable way. after everything with the series finale and destielgate, i figured we could use some happiness, and it turns out there are a lot of people who’ve never heard the cockles gospel.

important disclaimer: yes, i do think that jensen and misha have a private romantic/sexual relationship, but no i do not, in any way, think that they have ever cheated on their wives. we think they are polyamorous, which is a real and valid thing, and misha is openly poly. some people love more than one person, and that’s okay. their families are close and we love and support all of them.

second important disclaimer: despite the amount of innuendo below, this is not about fantasizing about two hot guys fucking. cockles is about the joy of witnessing two people who love each other and make each other happy and are disgustingly cute together. we’re not fetishizing, we’re just appreciating what they publicly share with us.

third important disclaimer: because some of y’all don’t know, the cardinal rule of cockles is that we don’t talk to cockles about cockles. DO NOT leave any comments on their social media accounts implying anything. not even green and blue hearts. they know that we know, but it’s on us not to make it weird. if we’re too obvious and say too much, they might start sharing less. don’t say anything.

for the sake of my sanity, these are in no particular order.

last updated: 3/8/23

🐚 denotes new content

part 1 (That’s Suspicious, mishananigans)

part 2 (#pray4jensen, gag reel hijinks, some posts i’ve written about cockles and rps)

part 3 (know your cockles history, the intimacy)

part 4 (the glory of jibcon)

part 5 (just for cute)

the glory of jibcon continued:

jib11 opening ceremony whispers and giggles

jensen turning his back as misha walks up to hug him | more gifs | video

"just swallow it" "he's always giving that advice" | video

"[danneel] does refer to misha as her boyfriend. which is funny, because so do i." | more gifs | video | fan discussion of this moment

misha sitting on the floor to watch jensen sing, jensen getting shy

jensen serenading misha with "angeles" | video angle 1 | video angle 2 | video of jensen looking at misha, getting flustered, and stopping suddenly | more gifs | photo | misha sitting on the floor watching | another misha photo | the significance of ‘angeles’

"i think you look nice and dapper" ... "then [jensen] went in for a kiss and i was like, whoa!" "hey, when in rome!"

the destiel song they improvised together | video | gifs minus lyrics

big dad angry machine

"i've been haunted by those bear underwear for some time"

jensen "woo!"ing when misha mentions gotham knights

jensen's face going soft when he looks from jared to misha | video

after misha says a unicorn toy is vibrating "for her pleasure", jensen pretends to sit on it | gif

misha moves his chair further away, jensen scoots his closer | video | “what are we doing? am i coming over?”

jensen spinning the wheel then staring at misha for ten seconds straight | video | photos

jensen tells everyone to stop cheering for misha to sing after misha makes it clear he doesn't want to | gifs + bonus “there goes jared with his job security” 👀

jensen winking at misha

jensen saying he's going to plan a big birthday party for misha's 50th, which is more than a year away | video

"you're my canary" | video

whispers and laughing (feat. misha's missing tooth) | photos

"i love those dishes" "you love those bitches??"

misha hyping jensen's new album | video

"my caretaker tells me i had a very nice birthday."

jensen staring at misha’s ass when he bends over

"this is our song"

roasting jared for bragging sam is tougher than dean | gifs

jensen staring at misha before making a birthday wish

riffing on “the european version of spn”: one, two, three, four

chatting about taking their families to amusement parks, jensen refers to misha as ‘daddy’

jensen’s nickname kink in full swing at jib11

12 years of jibcon secrets

head-leaning selfie with briana buckmaster | edit

2023 jibcon11 tag



just for cute (continued):

adorable photo ops: 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92   93 94

2012 spn wrap party photo

300th episode red carpet flirting

"misha decided jensen was the gift" photo op

hand measuring photo op

[sickofthis666]

One thing that my mom told me today that I've found pretty depressing (and that is feminism-related): (1)

— After I suggested we go out to eat:

"Are you sure you want to be seen with me when I'm ugly/not wearing make-up?"

I replied "Are you serious?" because she's often sarcastic and I can't always tell. But she was serious. I went on a rant about how she wasn’t ugly, I wasn’t wearing make-up either (but its not the same according to her because I'm young so I'm pretty– but keep in mind that we look alike very much. It's obvious to everyone that we're mother and daughter), that men don't bother with that shit, etc.

It's just so sad to hear. I never found her ugly, I was never ashamed of her appearance, and if anyone dared to call her ugly (my dad is the only one who ever did), I would confront them.

She mentionned feeling obligated to wear make-up because when she doesn’t, there's always someone at work making a comment on how she looks tired or unwell.

One day she admitted that wearing make-up/making efforts/being beautiful, or at least not as ugly as she could be (her natural appearance), is the price she believes she has to pay to exist in the world. That's why she spends time and money on make-up, expensive anti-age products, etc.

I couldn’t believe my ears when she said that, because to me it sounds shallow or very insecure, and my mother is neither of those things. And because she's so much more than her looks! She's a smart, accomplished, confident woman (she doesn’t consider herself confident but she is in my eyes, and in others' too). She has a PhD, she worked hard to get where she is today. She managed to advance her career without neglecting her three kids despite an abusive husband. She's generous, she's funny, she's caring and trustworthy.

If my mother is affected that hard by arbitraty, harmful beauty standards, what chance do teenage girls even have to resist them?

Even worse, my mom already found herself fat (50kg for 1m60) and ugly when she was young. Yet now, middle-aged, she looks at old photos of her younger herself and sigh: I was so pretty then. How could I possibly think I was ugly?

I tell her she needs to change her perspective. I tell her when she turns 70, she will look back on photos of herself of today and think the exact same thing: I was so pretty then. How could I possibly think I was ugly?

But it's like talking to a brick wall.

[veryace-ficrecs]

Hey! Would you do an outsider pov list of stuff i havent seen in a while or new stuff if you can find it

you got it! o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

POV Outsider Fic Recs

Avatar

the cain instinct by orphan_account - rated G

In which the Fire Lord is a competent and compassionate leader trying to head a successful international peace summit, but he is also a seventeen-year-old boy. And the Avatar won't stop calling him his great-grandson, and thus is in sore need of a beatdown.

Star Wars

i implore you (it’s time to come back) by HiddenEye - Rated T

And then, the door swings open, with Luke opening his mouth to no doubt tell her off, when he freezes at the sight of the Mandalorian. “You gotta be kidding me.” Luke blurts out, burning a hole into the middle of his new visitor’s head with a vicious frown.

Supernatural

A Missed Connection by hearnopromises - Not Rated

On their way to visit Sam, Dean and Castiel sit next to a young woman on their departing flight from Kansas. Dean thinks the bumblebee pin on her bag would make a perfect gift for his husband. She thinks Dean would make a perfect addition to her bed.

25 and Still Alive by goldenraeofsun - Rated G

Claire steps out of Jay Street Diner with relief. It wasn’t a bad morning shift, overall. She overheard a few out-of-towners gossiping about a weird death a couple cities over that she’ll check out tonight. Outside, she takes a deep breath of air that doesn’t smell like pancake syrup and bacon and pulls out her phone. The screen lights up with no new texts from Castiel, even though he usually makes plans for lunch by now. But no, the last thing he sent her was a link to a video of a cat walking across a piano three days ago. Claire looks up and stops dead in her tracks. The Impala idles next to the curb.

stars & dots by piesexuality - Rated T

The thing is that Jack is a good student. A great student, even.

As the school counselor, Vera’s been trying to make sense of it on her own for awhile. He's such a nice boy, but his behavior is off-putting in a way she can't quite put her finger on. She hates having to bring parents into the equation, but with Jack, she’s reached the point where there’s simply nothing else she can do.

9-1-1

so darlin', save the last dance for me by ashavahishta - Rated T

"I’m wearing a wedding ring! Do I have to get ‘property of Buck Diaz’ tattooed on my forehead?”  “Oh, Buck would love that,” Lena laughs.   “He really would,” Eddie muses with a grin. “He’d get a matching one. Might help with all the thirsty single parents he deals with at his job.”  “Doesn’t he have your wedding photo prominently displayed in his office?” “And like ten photos of us with Christopher, yep,” Eddie agrees. “Doesn’t stop people from trying.” Or: "Eddie Diaz drinks his 'I fucking love my husband' juice for ANOTHER 6,000 words", feat: Dad!Buck, mother hen Eddie, and Pride celebrations with the 118.

with sweet (mis)understanding by cloudyycolfer - Rated T

“You’re a lifesaver, Evan.” “I know.” Buck replies. “It’s in the job description.” Maddie’s eyes are stuck on her brother. “You’re in his will and you still think he isn’t in love with you?” or the one where evan buckley and eddie diaz are keeping their relationship underwraps. (the 118 have their speculations and theories on the truth)

Red Ribbon by AshwinMeird - Rated G

Nell was familiar with the many injury-prone members of the 118 because of her dad's stories from making them cakes but also from being the one running the front of the shop and taking their cake orders. Only this time it wasn't a return to work from an injury cake. This was a getting together cake for two of the firefighters.

Eyes On You by sealeviathan - Not Rated

Hen liked their new probie. Buck was easy to get along with. He had a husband and a son, he was good at his job and helped everyone to the best of his ability. Not only that, but he was actually interesting. He was passionate, funny, caring and he fit well into the team dynamic. Hen was happy with this information - happy with her knowledge of one Evan Buckley. That being said, she really didn't expect Buck to be the disloyal type. But here he was, at a bar, practically drooling over some bartender in front of all of his coworkers. The guy even seemed familiar with Buck. --- Or: The fic where Buck blatantly lusts over Eddie. Hen and Chimney worry they're about to witness a marriage-ending move because Buck failed to mention that Eddie is the man he's married to.

come home to my heart by coupe_de_foudre - Rated G

“Ev?” an unfamiliar voice rings through the room, following the sound of the front door being ripped open, and Bobby’s head whips in the direction it comes from, “Evan Buckley-Diaz, you better be here or so help me God! You’re in serious shit.”

Spider-Man

Five Times Tony Stark's Fabled Intern Just Showed Up + One Time He Was Invited by kingdomfaraway - Rated G

While Leroy didn’t like gossip, he wasn’t immune to it and he’d heard about a young boy claiming to be Tony Stark’s intern showing up randomly throughout the building. He just figured it was some random mystery, a Stark Industries cryptid if you will. Never did he think he’d have a sighting. “Are you Peter Parker?” Leroy questioned, narrowing his eyes at the young boy, looking for any signs of deceit. “Oh yeah, that’s me, hi!” Possibly Fabled Intern Peter Parker reached into his pocket and pulled out a badge and lanyard, this one with his face on it and INTERN written underneath it. “Mr. Stark got me a badge so I can get nachos whenever I want.”

Yuri!!! On Ice

Fill the World with Music by prettybirdy979 - Rated T

It's been a whirlwind of a week for Phichit, not only because of his competing in the Grand Prix Finals. Yuuri seems to have made it his mission to surprise everyone a dozen times over before the end of the competition. But there's only the gala exhibition tomorrow to go. Surely Yuuri (and Viktor) can't manage one more surprise by then? (Aka that fic where Viktor breaks twitter, Yuuri breaks the internet then pretends to not understand, and together they break their friends)

The Time(s) The Internet Collectively Exploded by MEIXIU - Rated T

It started with Victor Nikiforov's departure from Figure Skating to suddenly pursue a career in coaching with a certain Japanese man and then it escalated quickly from then on.

#KissOrHug by Aurum - Rated G

Yuuri and Victor make #Victuri trend worldwide. Phichit accidentally makes it worse.

My fun fact is: by stillmadaboutpetra - Rated G

Yuuri fails to mention to his new non-skater friends who he is or who his husband is. Or that he even has a husband.

How To Train Your Dragon

familiar (but this time i've had some practice) by aloneintherain - Rated T

Every decade, three teenagers are dragged from the future and placed in their younger bodies to give predictions that will set the tone for the next ten years on Berk. But how are three dragon riders supposed to give prophecy to a village full of dragon-hating vikings? (Time travel AU)

Naruto

Sasuke's No Good Very Bad Teammates by GwendolynStacy - Rated T

Naruto and Sakura have gone insane. Or: Just after becoming Team 7 Naruto and Sakura go through a massive shift in personality, leaving Sasuke out of the loop and wondering what in the name of sanity could have happened to them. His only consolation is that Kakashi is just as weirded out as he is.

Batman

The five times Flash came to Gotham for help and the one time he didn't need to (5+1) by Silver_Athena - Not Rated

Barry needs help solving a murder, he goes to Gotham for help. Though he's looking for Batman he seems to constantly run into new heroes. Why do they all seem connected to Batman? --- “You know where he lives?” “I practically live there myself, why is this so surprising to you? You’ve worked with him for- Oh… oh my God, you guys don’t know!"

[earthtoharlow]

Teach Me: Teen Spirit

SERIES MASTERLIST

Part 2 of Teen Idle

Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since Jayla has spent more than a few minutes at her house. She’d been staying in the guest room at her Uncle Urban’s house, Nova was at cheer practice so she was there alone. 

To be honest she was embarrassed. She couldn’t believe that she said that. She had apologized to her dad earlier in the week but she was sure Ariel would never forgive her. 

As she was laying on the bed, doing homework she heard a knock on the door. The door opens and her uncle Urban, pops his head in.

“Whatcha doing my favorite delinquent?” Urban said with a smirk.

Jayla tried to hide her smile at the joke. “HA HA HA, very funny.” She replies sarcastically as Urban walks in and sits beside her on the bed. 

“As much as I love having you here, when are you going home?” Urban asked his god daughter.

Jayla sighed and pouted “I’ve been disowned, I’m sure.”

Urban shook his head at her. “Stop, you haven’t been disowned. Your mother and father love you to death, they were just worried about you that night as any parent would.”

She nodded knowing he was right, there were a lot of things she should’ve done differently that night. 

“You know you really broke Ariel’s heart that night right?” 

She nodded her head again, afraid to speak. “You’re saying yes but I really don’t think you understand.”

Jayla looked at her uncle confused. She knows what she said was horrible and wrong.

“Ariel really doesn’t get enough credit for everything she’s done for not only you but your father.” Urban continued. “You were young when she came into the picture so you don’t have many memories of how your dad was before she was around.”

She listened intently to what Urban was saying. “What do you mean?”

“Your dad was heavily depressed after your birth mother passed. He was one of music's rising hip hop stars before he decided to leave it all behind. He essentially became a hermit. Jack decided to put all his attention into being the best father he could be, but he wasn’t happy.”

Jayla started feeling emotional hearing that she had no idea. She remembers her dad always smiling and her childhood was full of good memories.

“But when Ariel came into the picture, it was like Jack was seeing the world in color for the first time.It was like she brought him back to life. Not only did she brighten up his world but she brightened up yours too..It was almost like she was too good to be true. You didn’t know it at the time, your father didn’t even know it but you really needed a womanly figure in your life.”

She could agree to that, one of her very first memories of Ariel was opening up to her then first grade teacher about her losing her mother. A tragic experience that they both shared.

“She joined this little family with an open heart and never thought twice about it. So saying that she’s not your real mom is not only inaccurate but wrong.”

Jayla immediately started crying, hands pressed against her face. She could feel her Uncle pull her into his chest for a hug. She began to speak through her sobs. “Urb, she’s never going to forgive me! I don’t know how to fix this, she probably hates me!” 

“Hey hey, stop that!” Urban said, trying to calm her down. “I don’t want to hear any of that nonsense. Yes, she might be upset but she’s never stopped loving you and never will.” 

She sniffled and wiped the tears that were still falling down her cheeks. “What do I do now, how do I even begin fixing this?”

“You’re going to wipe your tears, then put on your big girl pants and apologize.”

***

Jayla ran into the house and went straight to the kitchen where her mom usually was after work. Frowning when she wasn’t there, she quickly ran out the kitchen and into the living room, stopping in her tracks when she saw her dad sitting on the couch. 

“Hey, daddy.” She said as he glanced up at her.

He patted the seat next to him, his frames falling down his nose as he continued flipping through the photo album in his lap. As Jayla sat next to him she smiled seeing her dad and uncle as teens and young adults. There was even a full page dedicated to her birth mom. 

Jayla motioned her dad to stop flipping when she saw a photo she’d never seen before of herself and Ariel. It looked like they were in Aspen. What made her smile was the happy expression on their faces. She missed Ariel. She missed her mom.

“That’s one of my favorite photos of you two together,” Jack said when he noticed his daughter looking at the picture. 

Jayla continued to look at the photos from that trip. “Why’s that?”

“Urban took that photo seconds after you had just called her mom for the first time.” 

Jayla gasped at the admission. That explains how happy the two of them looked in the frame.

“Your mom and I had been together for almost a year when we decided to take this trip during winter break. For months you had been going back and forth on what to call her. We never pressured nor rushed, wanting you to make that decision yourself.”

Jayla nodded as Jack continued.

“You had just gone down this huge slope by yourself, the whole weekend you had been practicing with either me or your mom going down with us holding your hands. I can still hear the excitement in your voice as you squealed “I’m doing it mommy, look!” It took her a couple seconds to even realize what you had said, until you reached the bottom and said it again. I don’t think I’d have ever seen her that happy at that moment.”

Jayla had a lot of apologizing to do. She broke her mothers heart that day, saying something that wasn’t true out of anger. 

“Dad, can you drop me off at the school?”

***

Ariel sighed as she made her way back to her classroom. It’s been a rough couple of weeks. Every time she had a moment to herself the only thing that replayed in her head was Jayla’s words. 

“but you aren’t even my real mom.”

While she knew that Jayla said those words out of anger, it still didn’t make it hurt less. She had never heard Jayla speak in that manner before. It scared her. She couldn’t help but overthink, what if Jayla actually meant what she said? Technically, she wasn’t wrong.

As she got closer to the classroom she noticed the door was left open. She definitely remembered closing it, when she walked inside the first thing she noticed was a head of curly hair sitting in the reading corner, face pressed into a book. She immediately knew who it was. 

“You know, I remember these pillows being a lot more comfortable when I was younger.” They spoke first. Ariel said nothing as she walked over and leaned against the front of her desk, hands crossed in front of her. 

She continued when Ariel stayed silent just watching. “It’s really trippy being in the classroom again, I don’t think I’ve been in here since I left elementary.” Ariel continued to watch her ramble, she was truly her fathers child. 

As she began to speak again, Ariel finally stopped her. “Jayla, what are you doing here?”

Jayla immediately pouted. “I came here to say I miss you…and apologize.”

“Hm.”

Jayla bit her lip nervously. “Mom, please just hear me out.”

Ariel laughed a little under her breath. “Oh? So now I’m your mom?”

Jayla frowned and nodded. She deserved that. “That’s the thing, you’ve always been my mom. Even before it was legally changed.”

She kept going. That was one thing she loved about her. She always lets her get her thoughts out uninterrupted. 

“You’ve brought so much love and happiness into dad and I’s life. There was never a time where I was unsure about you being in my life. You never felt like a replacement mom either. I loved you the first day I saw you. I looked up to you, you’re just as cool now as when we first met, if not more.”

Jayla was starting to get emotional and so was Ariel as she continued to speak. “Through the years you've done so much for me. So much so that I can't imagine what my life would be like if you wouldn't have walked into it.”

She started fumbling with her necklace again nervously. “I’m saying all this to say that I’m sorry. So so sorry, mom. I’ll forever regret what I said that night. This isn’t going to fix everything but I’ll do whatever I can to make this right by you.”

It was quiet for what almost felt like hours, even though it was only a few seconds.

“Well, you can start by getting your things from Urban’s house and coming home. Oh and giving your mother a hug.” Ariel said with a smile which grew wider as Jayla leaped up from her spot on the floor and gave her a huge hug. 

Ariel could feel her blouse getting wet from Jayla’s tears. She shushed her, giving her a kiss on the head. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

“I’m so sorry. I thought you hated me.”

“Hey, look at me.”

Ariel waited for Jayla to get herself together and look at her before speaking again. 

“I could never hate you. NEVER. Do you understand me? You’re my first daughter, you made me a mother. It doesn’t matter that you didn’t come from my stomach. I see so much of myself in you. You couldn’t be more mine.” Ariel told her sincerely. 

Jayla nodded before pulling away.

"I love you, mom."

"I love you too, Jay"

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FIC REC WEEK 24 – MULTIVERSE

Birthday Wishes by Neverever

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 3,305 Tags: Birthday Presents, Established Relationship, True Love

Summary: The multiverse council of Tonies think that they know what to get their Steves for their birthdays. But maybe they should have talked to their Steves first.

Reasons why I love it: The idea of a council of Tonies is so fucking funny, oh my god. I love how they all somehow completely miss the obvious answer as to what Steve wants, and how sneaky they are about finding out. Plus, the birthday date at the end is super cute. I love this one, and I hope you give it a shot!

Awake, Dreaming by azuredragonsleeps

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 3,796 Tags: Fix-It, Character Death in Dreams, Canon Divergence

Summary: The thing is, Tony’s got one of the best minds of the century, and he knows it doesn’t make any sense for him to have been having weirdly vivid dreams wherein Captain America dies, when he hadn’t even known what Captain America looked like. He must, he tells himself, have watched an old propaganda film, or seen a photo his dad had, and his subconscious must have latched on. Or: Tony Stark has been dreaming about Steve Rogers all his life. It changes things.

Reasons why I love it: Oh, Tony, you sweet summer child, it DOES make a difference whether or not you and Steve are together in any given universe. I love the concept of this fic, it feels very natural that Tony's dreams lead him to do what he does. And I enjoyed the explanation at the end. This fic is wonderful, and you should definitely read it!

make it right (the too short a time remix) by hollyandvice (hiasobi_writes)

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,336 Tags: Reunions, Post-Endgame, MCU and 616

Summary: Steve traces his fingers over the monument. It's a startling likeness, and something in him yearns for the one back home. Tony's. The last piece of him Steve has. Not this one of— "Steve?" -- After Tony gives up everything to save the universe, Steve tries to make things right. It doesn't go the way he expected it to, but he does what he can to fix things.

Reasons why I love it: Yeees, the fix-it we all deserve! The ending is so sweet, and I love that Steve takes it upon himself to fix both of their worlds at once, even though he doesn't have to. It's good stuff, and I hope you go and read it for yourself!

Someone, Somewhere by ZombieliciousXIII

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,544 Tags: Marvel 1872, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Avengers Family

Summary: “Tony?” Fuck, this was bad, he shouldn’t have spoken— he sees the man freeze, shit; but how could Steve just do nothing with Tony right there crying? How could he not splinter the wood beneath his fingers as he gripped the doorframe with the need to hold his— “St...Steve?” There is somewhere between speaking and his internal panic that Tony - was it Tony? - had stood and turned to face him. “Is it really you?” Or: Steve Rogers accidentally gets sent to 'verse!Earth-51920 and finds Blacksmith!Tony Stark after the events in the town square with Fisk and his gang and helps him grieve.

Reasons why I love it: If you haven't read the 1872 comics, don't worry, this fic will still make sense. But also, if you haven't read them, go and read those issues, because they're so fucking good. And this fic is a perfect representation of why. It's so raw and sad, and Tony especially breaks my heart in that verse. Definitely read this one, it's wonderful!

A Superior Variant by shinysylver

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 1,375 Tags: Superior Ironman, Manipulation, First Kiss

Summary: The Tony that Steve encounters in the TVA isn't the Tony he knew. This Tony is Superior.

Reasons why I love it: Ooooh, this fic is so ominous, I love it! Poor Steve, you better run before you get in too deep! Tony's inner monologue is so creepy, it's perfect for Superior Ironman. And I love the dark implications of him appearing in a post-Endgame MCU, it's genuinely chilling. This fic is fantastic, and you should definitely read it!

[themalhambird]

I've started my first rewatch of bodies because I have a fortnight's worth of laundry to fold and I don't wanna, so here are some observations on Episode One:

Observations about Episode One. 

-Oh crap, the timey-wimey shit happens in the daytime, doesn’t it, I might have to amend my fics a bit :p

-Hillinghead seems to divide opinion between the constables. PC Byrne seems to look up to him, chatting about growing up in Whitechapel. Officer Webb (who goes on to smack Henry around) has a very displeased “Inspector,” when Hillinghead shows up- given what happens about five minutes later, I suspect Hillinghead’s got a reputation  amongst some of the force for being both uptight  and a soft touch, seeing as how he not only won’t let Webb beat up the poncy journalist, but also sends him home and docks a day pay. 

-On a similar vein, though, the male sex workers aren’t running for cover when the police are showing up. One of them is even eyeing him up. And Ashe hands over those photographs remarkably quickly, all things considered– he could easily have said he burnt them, rather than binned them, and going for a snog is a really bold move. Considering this is clearly all around Hillinghead’s beat, I suspect that: 1) Hillinghead has previously instructed the men not to waste time harassing sex workers in the rookeries, 2) The local queers probably clocked Hillinghead *ages* ago.

-Hasan’s relationship with her dad is quietly awesome. He clearly has concerns about her work, but there’s no big blow up about missing his birthday party, only joy to see her. Similarly, he slips so seamlessly into taking over cake making with Jawad  when Hasan gets a work-related call. I <3 Ishmael 

-Whiteman’s instinct’s are all detective. The sensible thing to do is just get the body in the boot and drive, but Whiteman takes his time- he’s trying to figure out what the hell the deal is . And (once his lighter’s retrieved) he seems pleased about being able to open the boot and show Calloway, and thereby get to investigate around a bit.

-speaking of Calloway. Consummate Dad Vibes. I love him. 

-Ashe refers to the Police Commissioner's (married) son as they- “They are my alibi” and frankly I am here for non-binary Victorian person. But I also think that being the Police Commissioner's son is part of the answer to Hillinghead’s “Why risk a photo” question. When anyone who is  likely to go after you for it works for your dad, on whom the whole situation would reflect badly,  it becomes a little less risky to do the thing. It’s a level of protection that neither Hillinghead, nor Ashe independent of any activities with the commissioner’s son, are afforded.   

-knowing who already knows what the hell is going on makes this the same level of entertaining, but in a very different way. Also, the “you’re dead already, and that’s all the warning I dare give” hits hard… I think, perhaps, until that point, the medical examiner had hoped that this was some other random body in Longharvest Lane, and that he wasn’t on the countdown to killing his co-worker/friend

-Maplewood thanking the AI in the car for asking if she’s okay. That’s adorable and I love her. 

-The Composer is drawing on Murray Gold’s doctor who stuff so heavily. This is good because I like Murray Gold but also it’s just funny

[potofstewie]

Stories

"Even if you don’t know why they’re here, you hold the greatest amount of fear for them."

Caution: Paranoia, Highschool!Tengen and Kyojuro, reader is refered to as she/her

W/C: 1.1k

Beings: Tengen x ██████████

“I’m telling the truth, Tengen, I’m completely serious!” Kyojuro’s fingers quickly flew to his hearing aids, lowering the volume to withstand Tengen’s boisterous laugh that bounced off the walls of his room. Kyojuro watched his friend in confused seriousness as he fell over on the floor, rolling around like a dog. “C’mon Tengen, stop laughing!” 

“I am! Okay, I am! Swear!” Sputtering out words mixed with giggles, Tengen tried to compose himself, large hands resting on his heaving chest as he tried his hardest to relax. But this was just too funny! It was a friday evening at the Rengoku house, just a week before Halloween and Tengen decided it was a good idea to share scary stories after a marathon of horror films. Scary stories, is what he said, but the one Kyojuro told seemed more like a comedy than horror. Wiping the tears from his eyes with his hoodie sleeve, Tengen sat up with a wavering smile on his face. “‘M sorry, ’m sorry. But tell me that again. I swear I won’t laugh.” Sighing, Kyojuro readjusted the volume on his aids, brows twitching in annoyance. 

“Fine, but truly Tengen, don’t laugh.” 

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‘Damn you, Kyojuro, damn you.’

Hugging his knees to his chest on the corner of his bed that was wedged in the corner of his room, Tengen’s heavy heartbeat pounded in his ears with trepidation; maroon eyes focused on his door, not daring to stray to the thick blue curtains that concealed his window. He didn’t dare move away from that spot, didn’t dare to make noise or shift from his position that grew uncomfortable with each passing second or even check the time on his phone. There was no need to check, he knew deep within the pit of his stomach that this moment would last for ages until one of his siblings came home to release him from his current predicament. 

He cursed himself really, but for what? He wasn’t so sure. Maybe if he had listened better and taken Kyojuro seriously, this wouldn’t be happening. Or maybe if he decided to sleep over at his place instead of going home. But what if this would’ve happened over there instead? As the window began to tap, Tengen rummaged through his mind to recall every little thing Kyojuro said in hopes of finding a solution. 

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“Fine, but truly Tengen, don’t laugh.” 

“I swear I won’t but seriously, Kyojuro. I don’t get why you don’t find this the teensiest bit of funny.” Tengen argued but was quickly met with crossed arms of disapproval. “Not even a little bit?” Silence. Sitting up on the floor, he decided to finally get his joy under control. “..Alright, tell me.” 

“Thank you.” Clearing his throat, Kyojuro went to his bookshelf and ran his finger over the spines, searching for a particular photo album. “When I was like 8 or 9, our house was haunted for a while, probably a week? Probably longer but I don’t remember all that well.” Finding what he was looking for, Kyojuro swiftly pulled out the album and thumbed through the pages of photos, eyes scanning for a certain photo. “I asked my dad about it a few days ago and although he agrees with me that there was something strange going on, he doesn’t like to talk about it at all.” Slipping out his target photo from the book, he handed it to Tengen who looked at it in question. In the photo, his then 8-year-old friend and toddler-aged Senjuro stood with messy faces and bright smiles, a demolished and half empty bowl of ice cream in their hands respectively. However, between them was a slightly dark spot; the spot starting from the bottom of  the picture and stopping a bit above Kyojuro’s head. 

Squinting at it, Tengen asked his question slowly with care ladened in his voice. “How come? Does he..does he think it’s your mom?” He knew how touchy of a subject Kyojuro’s mother was, especially when it came to the grouchy old man that was currently downstairs cleaning the family's collection of swords. Gently scratching his thumb at the spot, Tengen heard a sigh fly from his friend’s mouth. 

“I have no clue. I mean, when it comes to Mother he doesn’t really mind talking about her but with this? He’s adamant on not speaking about it. Whatever it was though, I’m pretty sure it spooked him.” 

With a snort, Tengen looked up in amusement. “Spooked? Your old man? The same guy that got banned from that dojo across town and the same guy that scares his students at his own dojo? That guy?” Kyojuro nodded with every amused question.

“Yes, Tengen. The same man. Although now that I think about it, I’d say he was more so creeped out than spooked.” 

“Hmph..I believe the creeped out part more than the spooked part.” Tengen responded nonchalantly, now eyeing the dark spot on his thumb. 

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As the taps on the window grew louder, Tengen couldn’t help but feel utterly embarrassed with himself. He was the star basketball player at Kimetsu Academy standing at a tantalizing 6 foot 6 and yet here he was cowering in the corner like a loser! As the sharp heat of annoyance shot through his veins, Tengen decided to stand his ground; figuratively and literally. Walking over to his window and doing his best to ignore the ever loud taps, he huffed at the sounds. This was all some trick of the mind, nothing more! There’s no way some stupid story told by his very gullible friend would unnerve him. 

Gripping the heavy curtains, Tengen pulled them back in one fluid motion; eyes blown wide and arms fallen unceremoniously at his sides as he stared at the window panes. 

‘Oh.’

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“Hmph..I believe the creeped out part more than the spooked part.” Tengen muttered, now preoccupied with the spot on his thumb. “But what did you mean he was creeped out? Was it gross looking or something?” 

Kyojuro shook his head, a small frown now adorned on his face. “Mm-mm. I’ve seen it a few times and it– she, didn't look terrible. Just a bit unnerving. I remember her eyes being huge for her head though and she’d always smile and look at my dad.” 

Sweat traveled down the side of Tengen’s face as he made eye contact with the being that somehow took up his entire window, her pupil less eyes staring at his fear-ridden face. A shuddered breath escaped his throat as the being, in all its unnerving and otherworldly glory, started to smile. 

“Smile? Like an ‘I’m going to eat you alive’ smile?”

“Mm..no. More like a loving smile.”  With the corners of her freakish mouth practically touching her ears, all Tengen could do was stand there and think to himself a simple yet powerful: “Fuck you, Kyojuro.”

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[dis0rderly-cl0wn-nerd]

So before I start OC-TOBER I want to give some background on the OC I picked. Below are some drawings of her and a face claim (basically Heath Ledger but genderbent). Some of the drawings are recent and some are up to two years old. I did the reference sheet for art fight this year. I don’t like it because it’s super rushed and I could’ve done better but it gives you an idea.

The oc I picked is Hailey, (my absolute favorite oc). She is from an AU I have where Batman rogues have kids. Here’s some info about her:

Her full name is Jacqueline Hailey Quinzel. She was named after her grandmother 🥺 (if you’ve read my fic you’ll get this) She goes by Hailey because when she was little Jacqueline was hard for her to say/spell/write out. She is Joker and Harley Quinn’s youngest of three kids. The oldest is Jeremy and the middle is Hannah. (I know they wouldn’t ever canonically or realistically have that many but let’s just pretend!) 

They have Quinzel as their last name because Joker’s identity wasn’t revealed yet when they were born. It finally was when Hailey was about 16. Joker came forward and told the police everything because he was tired of carrying around that burden for so long and he felt his family deserved to know who he was. (His story in this AU is a little different from my headcanon/the current fanfic I’m writing so it fits the timeline better. For example he’s a 70s baby instead of 80s and fought in Desert Storm instead of Afghanistan) 

Anyway back to Hailey, as you can see she looks a lot like her father. She is the most like him out of his kids and also secretly his favorite lol. Her personality is a lot like J’s, except she’s not as silly as he is. Jeremy is more like that. Hailey has his seriousness, sarcasm, and overall badassery. Sadly she makes an effort to not smile as much because she looks so much like her dad. She loves J a lot but she’s self conscious about her smile, it freaks people out, and it’s been pointed out to her before. As she gets older she doesn’t care about it as much because what does it even matter? But in school it really bothered her. 

Her hobbies are art (she’s very artsy like J!), aerial dance (silks, lyra, etc), singing, and playing a little guitar. She can do gymnastics and stuff but she’s not as into that and regular dance as her sister is. 

Hailey is 5’11 and very muscular. She’s naturally bigger and leaner, again like her father. Basically she can kick ass. J definitely taught her a thing or two. 

She has a similar music taste to her dad. He passed down his favorites to her and then she added to it. She’s into grunge, metal, nu metal, alternative, indie, etc. things along those lines. 

When she’s an adult she becomes a full time artist doing commissions and murals in Gotham. They pay her pretty well for it! She also has YT, Tik Tok, and Instagram accounts for her art with decent followings.

Her bf and later husband is a random character I made up named Laine. He is a photographer. They went to the same schools but she didn’t actually meet him until after they graduated. He wanted to photograph one of her murals for the blog he runs. They really liked each other and Hailey let him take photos anytime he wanted. Then it grew from there. 

One of her best friends is Delilah, which is Frost’s daughter. J thinks it funny how history repeats itself. 

...

About the AU, when I was younger I loved Descendants and I really loved Batman so I decided to combine those two and make my own AU. Years later I still hold onto it. I’ve just tweaked it to make it more realistic (and less cringe lmao). 

So basically! Gotham got tired of dealing with the rogues over and over again. Arkham (Blackgate too in some cases) was like a revolving door and nothing was working. So the government/city decided to put them on a strip of land just outside of Gotham near the harbor. I still haven't come up with a name for it yet. I just think of it as a ‘Badlands’ type thing.

The land is fenced in and the rogues are not allowed to leave. Unless it’s like worst case scenario and they need serious medical attention or something. They are supervised and have meetings with officials once a month to make sure things are going okay or make town decisions. 

Everything they have is government provided. That's who pays for the water and electricity. They have food and supplies sent to them every month. Sometimes things are donated, especially when the kids came along. When the rogues were preparing to leave they were allowed to take belongings with them, just nothing illegal or guns obviously.

The rogues were all proven competent enough to take care of their kids so the state didn't take them away. Much to everyone's surprise the rogues were really trying to turn over a new leaf and live out the rest of their lives right. They had officially given up on crime. What was the point? They had a chance to start over. Why ruin it?

The children were homeschooled for most of their childhood. They were all like siblings to each other. It wasn't until 10 years later when it was finally decided that they could start going to public school. It was a huge adjustment but eventually the kids got settled in. There was of course teasing and bullying but as tight knit and close as they were, they were able to pick each other up and it rarely bothered them.

Batman, Batgirl, and Gotham socialites also have kids. Batman and Julie Madison have a son. They later get divorced because as we all know, Bruce can't stay in a relationship to save his life. Barbara has a daughter with somebody (idk who the dad is). He's pretty much nonexistent in her life. The other important people in Gotham that have kids are Vikki Vale, Veronica Vreeland, and that rich girl from my Harley fic that stole Harley's job.

Jonny Frost doesn't live with the rogues. Frost is out on parole, also retired from crime, and working multiple jobs to be able to pay child support and take care of Delilah on the days he has custody of her. When she gets older, he has a connection to Joker again through Delilah's friendship with Hailey.

Batman, the rogues, and the story line are a mix of the Nolanverse and my own version.

Here's the majority of my OCs from this AU. I think there's like two missing because they wouldn't fit on the page but they're side characters and not that important.

All my ocs (there’s over 20 lmao) from this AU have a special place in my heart but Hailey is my favorite 💜

I may do a fanfic or comic with this AU one day and I really want to. I have for years. But I have so much on plate right now so if I ever do, it won’t be for a long time. I may post some art that goes along with it though ☺️

Okay I think that’s enough rambling!

Bonus drawing I forgot to add: