#they deserve all the love

[whowebber]

Oscar saying "I'm just a baby when it comes to water." and Logan practically living in water (fishing and all that) is such a best friend thing to exist.

Logan please take your boyfriend to more fishing sessions of yours and bless us with Loscar contents.

[sunshine-gumdrop]

Love 🐛 🐛

Edit: Leon knows

[lunaxart]

some soft wolfstar <3

[nattaphum]

The concert was supposed to last ~3 hours but it only lasted 1 hour and a half. Probably the organizer of the event had some issues (BOC has nothing to do with it) but no explanation was given to the fans who were really disappointed.

For this reason, after the show, Mile and Apo went outside to meet their fans and to give them man suang tshirts for free. They are so kind 🥹

Apo had the idea of dancing the viral song again but mile was so shy so when they stopped dancing he hit him with a tshirt ahah

Apparently this is something he usually does lol

Mile then took a photo of the fans and of course his fan number 1 wanted to be in it

Then a photo of Mileapo with the fans

and finally a few couple photos on Apo’s phone that probably will never see the day of light :D

[angeru-hatake]

Yup, finally done with the first story for this couple. Hope you all like it! Please leave me your thoughts or opinions about it or about SCJW in general~

[flyingwargle]

miya twins week day 7: "do you think we're twins in every universe?"

atsumu opens his dream journal, picks up his pen, and starts writing.

i had the same dream again, the one where i’m like 7 or 8. i’m running to granny’s along the stream. there’s a boy behind me, and he gets further and further behind, until he trips and falls. he starts crying. i turn around and run back to him. this time, i say, “ya needa watch where yer goin’,” and he doesn’t say anything. i try to pull him up, but then i think the dream ends.

his dreams are always the same, always with the same boy, but never end the same way. once, he was the one who tripped while running along the stream, and the boy offered his hand. in another, they’re playing a sport in a gym, and he’d pass the ball to the boy to score. most of the times, he succeeds and they high-five, but a few times, he’d fail, and they fall in defeat.

his favorite dream, though, never changes. he and the boy are lying on the grass, watching the sky, pointing at shooting stars. despite being comforted, his chest would twist with sorrow or relief, depending on whether he dreams long enough to hear the conversation. he recorded it once, years ago, the page tear-stained, writing messy.

“hey,” i say, or maybe it’s the other kid, except we aren’t kids, but young adults. “do you think we’re twins in every universe?”

“what kinda dumbass question is that?” the other kid says, or maybe it’s me. it’s hard to tell, since we kinda sound the same. “of course we are. an’ even if we aren’t, we’ll find each other someway, somehow, somewhere." there’s so much conviction in his voice that i believe it, even though i never had a sibling. but it’s nice to know that maybe, in a past life, or just in my dreams, that i had a brother that i could rely on.

atsumu asked why he didn’t have a sibling, once. “it’s ‘cause yer pa an’ i can only handle one o’ ya,” ma said, ruffling his hair. “what, ya wish we didn’t give ya so much attention?” he laughed it off, but there were days when he’d return to a silent home, or struggle to fall asleep because of how empty his room felt. he loves his parents, but sometimes…it felt like something was missing.

or maybe someone.

when he was scouted by a university volleyball team in tokyo, he took it, saying goodbye to his high school friends and parents. in a city where it’s rare to see the same face twice, he loses himself in the crowds, meeting new people, learning from different coaches, experiencing campus life to its fullest. no matter what he did, though, the dreams didn’t stop, deepening his loneliness.

one night, he’s dragged to an izakaya with his teammates. atsumu sits at the bar, cheek in hand, thumbing through his dream journal while his beer gets warm. someone picks up the glass, and he snaps his head upwards, mouth opening when–

“i noticed yer beer’s been sittin’ fer a while. here’s a new one.”

“oh. thanks.” atsumu takes a sip, the cool, bitter liquid tickling his throat.

“whatcha readin’?”

“this? it’s nothin’, just my dream journal.”

the izakaya worker hums. “that’s pretty cool. not many people keep those.”

“yeah. i kept dreamin’ o’ the same things, so my doctor said i should write ‘em down. it’s always with this other boy that kinda looks an’ sounds like me.” atsumu chuckles to himself. “i’m startin’ ta think that he might be my twin o’ some sort. i guess the universe wanted us ta live separately, fer once.”

“that’s mighty interestin’.”

“ya don’t hafta pretend. i bet i don’t make much sense, with the beer an’ all.”

that earns him a laugh. “ya aren’t drinkin’ as much, compared ta yer teammates over there. i think yer fine.”

“thanks.” atsumu closes his journal. “ya got an accent. ya also from kansai?”

“yep. even though my family moved when i was young, tokyo never washed it out.”

“oh. whereabouts?”

“hyogo.”

atsumu gives pause. he straightens, finally locks eye with the izakaya worker. it’s like looking in a mirror – he has the same eyes, though hooded and dark gray, hair sweeping to the left. his chin is pointy, nose slightly crooked, muscles straining beneath his black t-shirt. “same,” atsumu whispers. “what’s yer name?”

“me? osamu. how 'bout ya?"

“atsumu. no surname?”

osamu falters, the corners of his mouth falling slightly. “sorry, bad habit. i always feel like i need ta use my given name, or else i’d get confused with someone else, even though no one has the same surname.”

“same.”

they stare at each other, gray against blonde. atsumu bites his bottom lip, fingers toying with the pages of his journal. then, he slides it forward. “i think ya should read this.”

after brief hesitation, osamu takes it and reads last night’s entry.

the boy and i, we’re in high school now. we’re arguing. we’ve argued before about like, stealing clothes or eating each other’s snacks, but this is different. i don’t remember how or why, but it just is, like we’re going separate ways, and it hurts, and neither of us want to admit it. i know, though, that deep down, we’d still be there for each other, and if one of us falls, the other would be there. my chest still feels tight, and i think i cried in my sleep, but i also feel…comforted? that someone i’ve never seen in my life has my back? will i ever meet him and learn who he is?

“i think it’s ya.” atsumu’s voice is quiet. “i think yer the twin that we’re supposed ta be, no matter the universe.”

osamu doesn’t say anything, just flips through some of the old entries until he stops, losing his breath. he lowers the journal, reaches for his shirt collar, and pulls it down to where a delicate moon tattoo sits on his collarbone. “when i was eighteen, i dreamed i was watchin’ the stars with someone, some boy that looks like me. we were talkin’, when the boy suddenly asked if we’d be twins in every universe. i said, o’ course, scrub, but when i woke up, i was alone. i never had a twin. i’ve always been an only child.” he releases his shirt, presses his hand over it. “i got this tattoo ta remind myself that someone out there is my sun, an’ i think…i think it’s ya.”

an’ even if we aren’t, we’ll find each other someway, somehow, somewhere. although the universe separated them, they still found each other, the moon to the sun, the silver to the gold, two halves of a whole, because not even fate can overwrite the inextricable bond between them.

brothers. if not by blood, then by choice. if not by choice, then in memory. forever, until the end of time.

[convex-solos]

This brilliant post inspired me to express my feelings about Convex <3

You know why Convex feels so special to me ? It’s how well they work together. How well they fit together. They’re strikingly different forces, just think of Cub tending to plan things more than Scar, who can be impulsive at times for instance, and yet. And yet they do not collide at all.

When these two forces meet they complete each other and it’s so natural, so painfully genuine that it makes me giddy and want to flap my hands around.

Conversation flows effortlessly between them. They work on the same wavelength, which is insane considering how differently they operate, how Scar relies on his charm while Cub on his firepower.

Then again, I could argue that Cub has a penchant for charming and motivational speeches just like Scar can be an incredibly dangerous asset.

But I digress. They’ve been through hell together. They made a deal with the Vex and they’re not only bound by duty now, but even by choice. They’re attached by the hip and they’ve learnt with time so much about each other.

(They can decipher how the other feels with a simple gaze, they will always be the only ones who can truly understand each other because of what they’ve went through together.)

They accept each other just they way they are. They don’t try to change themselves or change the other because there is acceptance, there is mutual respect that has been built on years of working together.

And I find simply incredible the dichotomy between how fond they are of each other and the way they treat their rivals, their enemies, with a passion for chaos and for the unexpected with a hint of lighthearted cruelty and the brutal disinterest characteristic of not men, but of gods.

Because that’s what they think they are. That’s what they are. That is what made them take over the server, call them their own, that’s what made them hold the entire economy in the palm of their hands.

Just think of the Civil War. How they took no part in the conflict, but actively started it and fueled only for their own gain. How there were no alliances, nothing at all, they were only loyal to their cause, to ConCorp, to the Vex, to each other. Scar missed more than half of the war and yet Cub didn’t even hesitate to go on with their mission, and when Scar came back Cub gave him his rightful half of their profits.

They’re both devious, cunning and unpredictable, but they have never treated each other with cruelty. There is mischief and violence, but never disrespect.

There is fondness. There is admiration. There is understanding. And well, to me at least that is something so beautiful and so compelling that I can’t help but hold them very dear to my heart.

[brie-annwyl]

Ideas for batfamily fanfics that I want to read, and if they don’t exist, I might write them.

Jason Todd coming back to Gotham to be Red Hood but is just like “fück these bitches (his family)” and doesn’t target Tim or fuck with anything outside of Crime Alley, Tim being the super stalker he is finds out Jason is back and is Red Hood, Tim tries to get him back into the family without revealing to Jason he knows he’s Red Hood whilst Jason is looking at Red Robin like “why tf is this child asking a known murderer to come have tea with him? How does he have worse self preservation skills than Bruce? Is this what Dick felt when I did stupid shit?”

Tim getting de-aged and everyone realizes that this toddler is kinda messed up.

Jason’s Death anniversary comes along and Jason gets drunk as fuck and says how he actually feels about everything in his life. That normally wouldn’t be an issue, but he just so happens to be in the concerned presence of his father.

Jason’s Death anniversary but everyone is “busy” so he ends up spending the day alone even though all he wanted to do was celebrate with his family the fact that he was still here.

Bruce gets hit by a gas whilst on patrol that makes him say whatever he’s thinking, Jason is the one to find him and take him back to the cave. Communication ensues.

Dick tries to be the bigger brother he should’ve been to Jason before he died, but Jason has already accepted the fact that he wasn’t good enough for Dick to care, and no amount of reassurances can change his mind.

Jason is getting sick of everyone mourning over the 15 year old they put in the ground as if people can’t change in a few years. His death wasn’t the only thing that changed him, he grew up. His still Jason, and he wished they could see that.

Tim sits at Jack Drake’s bedside, tubes down his throat and a ventilator humming softly at his side, he tries to reminisce about pleasant memories with his parents before he truly becomes an orphan. The only issue is, there are none.

Bruce Wayne doesn’t cry, he’s been in the public eye for almost every second of his life and they have never seen him cry. That is until the day his second son was buried.

Damian mentions the fact that he is the only blood son because it is actually his biggest insecurity. The rest were chosen to be Bruce’s children. He was forced onto him. One night after a particularly rough patrol and confrontation afterwards, Damian feels his worst fear is confirmed. It doesn’t matter if blood is thicker than water, he’s still the unwanted child.

[zillaphoneswag]

I can’t believe this but the announcement that Shayne and Courtney really did get married has given me an idea for a new Amangela fanfic outside of my regular universe. To be clear, I’m not surprised about their marriage being official, I’m surprised i somehow managed to get an idea for something completely different out of it

[karihighman]

Link above ⬆️ also how great is Melissa supporting her castmates & the press?! Too good! The cast radiates pure joy in the first pic!

[charmedcleric]

They are so cute stoppppp 🥹

[saffron0v0]

Kakushi: I WOKE UP IN A NEW BUGATTI

We Stan the kakushi frfr, especially this one. Also go to he11 muzan.

[aeternallis]

Ao3 is back up, and the first thing I see is one of the authors I wholeheartedly admire and adore and respect to the moon and back for their worldbuilding prowess and sexy KPTS fics (that's right, it's @lillatorg, y'all) went and visited my thirsty ass fic for the equally brilliant and just as admired author @venagrey and on top of that, left kudos, I'm--//dies of happiness on the spot

I feel so star-struck right now, omg, what a surreal Monday morning jfhjdsafjdsaf

[th30ra3k3n]

it’s missing @falling-for-boys and-those-beautifully-written-fics-about-my-favorite-boys hour.

[sebille]

i think it's so fucking cute and fun to see the VA's for the bg3 characters love and interact w fanart and the fandom in general with such excitement

[moonpascal]

you ever start writing and think damn i think this is pretty good! then bam you read someone else’s work, and it’s the best most descriptive and beautiful thing ever?

(ya me either)