#this is corny

[thqtcher]

I just woke up to this I’m going to shoot myself. This is awful.

Being a gay, intersex, trans Native American man with several disorders just put a massive fucking target on my back. I’m not saying that white gay people/trans people don’t as well but for me it’s going to get so much worse. I know it gets worse for EVERYONE but shut up. Just shut up.

I’m already viewed as some abomination at school and in ‘safe spaces’ now god knows what happens now. I’m trying to RECEIVE TREATMENT to make my body function as intended but who knows if trump’s uneducated campaign will put me at risk of DYING.

For any trump supporters on here (if you exist) that even dare to call themselves just and progressive, you’ve failed. You’ve failed at being human. You’ve put the one person with nothing but hate and control on his mind in power.

Why? So you could brag to everyone else lower to you? You’ll suffer too. But that won’t matter, will it? The only thing that matters is that you were right after all.

Let me humanize me in the mind of anyone that still thinks what just happened is a “good choice”.

My name is Andreas/Heeler. I’m a gay intersex trans man who’s also Native American. I love other men and I’m hoping one day I could get married to someone and be happy. I’ve lived a long life of being alone and I want to remain hopeful that someone is out there for me.

Outside of being gay, I like to write. I write poetry about anything. I like painting, cooking, being outside, the rain, music, and my friends. I love my friends so much.

With trump elected, I lose everything. Right now, as I say all of this, my body is at great risk of shutting down/harming itself. Everyday I live with debilitating cramps and on top of this, I’m disabled.

If I’m found dead before my 16th birthday, just know I left with nothing but love in my heart for this world. I may leave before I can drive and know freedom. But damn. If you all outlive me, that’s good enough.

Make sure I’m wearing something nice in the casket if my body is identifiable.

[choccorin]

tags. fluff , itoshi rin x gn!reader , ooc!rin

a/n. self indulgent, again. just a little something before going to bed. <3

for most people, rin may come off as a cold person. people say that too blunt, mean, and scary. he always has this serious look on his face, almost like he's glaring, and whenever people talk to him he always sounds rude or uninterested, which is why he doesn't have many friends. due to all these factors, he's often called emotionless.

but with you, he's like a different person.

with you, he can be vulnerable. everytime that you're together, he smiles and laughs more often. you can see how happy he is just by looking at his eyes, they have this soft look them and it almost looks like they're sparkling. he gets clingy with you, and he loves to hug you from behind, especially while you're cooking or washing the dishes, you sometimes tease him for acting like a koala.

people say that your boyfriend is this emotionless and mean person but to you, he's nothing more but a loving clingy koala.

[jas-the-shrimp]

🦇

Ones without the text,

Inspired by this I found , someone take me out I hate it here

[backofspencers]

𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙤?

[fangsandmysparetime]

Okay but what if I want you to be jealous bro 💔💔💔💔💔

[acsrandomstuff]

Papcorn

[graycious-tea]

I love the bat boys like so much but I’ve had a thought… Azriel resents Rhys for the monster Rhys’s father made him and the one Rhys continues to keep him. Azriel is my fav I luv him but I feel like we kinda over look the fact that his literal job, the job Rhys PAYS him for, is spying which has in canon included torture. Azriel doesn’t know who he is without this job, his self worth is centered around his powers and what he can do for others so he doesn’t say anything. But deep down he can’t help but hope that this mission will be his last, he won’t have to hurt anybody else. (This is not rhys hate guys so don’t come for me pls) (writing snippet under the cut)

“You summoned me”

“Yes, I have a job for you. I need you to go to the court of nightmares and question a prisoner for me”

“What are you looking for?”

“Information… he’s had dealings with Hybern and autumn; I need to know what. Use any means Azriel, an alliance with Beron and Kier would be disastrous”

“Wait, you want information from HIM? He’s not even reached his first century Rhys. You ask me to torture a child?”

“That hasn’t stopped you before azriel”

“When will it end Rhys? I already know there’s no redemption for me in death but if I have to bloody my hands like this anymore there won’t be any of me left to die”

“Where’s this coming from az? I know this job isn’t easy on you-“

“Do you!? Do you know what it’s like to know that people wake up in the night with your name screamed on their lips in terror? Have you felt and watched as someone suffered under your hands? Have you heard them beg and plead for their life, for mercy knowing you wouldn’t give them any? I am a weapon of darkness, a monster in everyone’s eyes-“

“You’re not a monster to us az-“

“Ah but I am… I’ve seen all of you afraid of me at one point or another, don’t deny it Rhys. The only one who isn’t scared of me, of what I can do is amren. Like calls to like I suppose… but this is my duty so I shall do what is asked of me, I only wish it would end. You know Rhys, you once promised me when we were young, that when you were high lord I’d never make another soul suffer under my hands the way your father had trained me to… I guess it was silly of me to hope you’d keep it.”

[cordspaghetti]

really factual recounting with no embellishments whatsoever

[soaked-doors]

pirates and their unconventional weddings (marines crashed it seven times)

[akashicrecord]

no offense but if your friend is trying out a new hobby be fucking nice to them

[stealingyourbones]

Danny is gravely injured by the GIW, his voice box is severely damaged.

Making use of his own voice is impossible, but through some ghostly means Danny doesn’t quite understand, he can mimic others voices he hears just fine.

It’s a ghostly ability he found out he had a few years ago, with just a sentence or two heard he can do a flawless impression of that person. Now it’s not so flawless. The mimicked voice warps and fluctuates pitch, it’s crackly and he has a hard time not switching between multiple voices with every sentence he speaks.

His voice is reduced to an uncanny frankenstined attempt at speech that activates the average persons fight or flight response.

It’s no surprise that Superman is startled when he calls out for survivors while freeing the ghostly captives and a “not a deer” version of his own voice responds back.

[beloveds-embrace]

part 2 of baker!reader + do not ever ask me to write accents lmao i suck at those 💀😭 and a huge thank you to all the sweet and dessert suggestions! i couldn't add all of them, but oh my god did i love all of them and choosing between them was sooo hard (that's what she said). if your dessert didn't make it here im soo sorry 😭

It was a quiet morning when you finally decided to reopen the bakery. The town had been whispering, speculating about the sudden disappearance of your husband—tragic, they said, to be found mauled by a bear in the woods. You hadn’t shed a tear, hadn’t flinched at the news. Maybe that was cruel of you, but after what you had endured, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything for him anymore. Not fear, not sadness—just relief.

And now, with the bakery open once again, you felt lighter. Freer.

The 141 boys were there first thing, as you had hoped. Each one walking into the cozy space like they belonged there. Their heavy, winter boots made the wooden floors creak, their towering frames somehow making the space feel intimate rather than intimidating. You smiled as the familiar smell of fresh bread and sugar lingered in the air, the warmth of the ovens cocooning you and the rest of the bakery in comfort. Free from that terrible man you’d called a husband, it was as if the world itself was taking on a more vibrant color.

“Morning, sweetheart,” John greeted you, his eyes crinkling beneath his hat, though there was something watchful in his gaze.

“Bonnie,” Johnny chirped, leaning on the counter, his eyes sparkling as they usually did when he spoke to you. “Place smells heavenly as always.”

“You’re open today, huh?” Kyle said, grinning as he eyed the display of pastries lined up neatly behind the glass. “Missed our favorite baker, honestly.”

Simon didn’t say anything at first, just gave you a long, steady look from behind his mask. You knew he had seen the signs. He was the only one who had seen the bruises, had taken your hands so gently that day and whispered that promise. You hadn’t asked for it, hadn’t said anything in return, but you had trusted him all the same. You are glad you did. You are so glad it’d been him to see.

Now, as you wiped your hands on your apron and stepped out from behind the counter, your heart was lighter than it had been in months. “Everything’s on the house today,” you said, your smile wider than it had been in ages. “For you guys, at least. After all… I’ve got a few new things for you to try.”

Soap raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Is that so? Then we’re in for a treat, eh boys?”

You went back to the counter, pulling out a few trays and plates, your hands moving quickly as you started setting them down in front of the men, watching their eyes light up at the spread. “I’ve been experimenting,” you said, your voice light, almost teasing. “For John, I’ve got pecan pie. Thought you might like it—something a bit rich, a bit warm.” Like you, goes unsaid but you hoped he still heard it.

John’s eyes gleamed as he accepted the slice you placed in front of him. “Always knew you were a mind reader,” he murmured with a chuckle, cutting into the pie and taking a bite. The smile that spread across his face was slow, but appreciative.

“For you, Kyle, lemon meringue tarts. Something sharp, refreshing. A little tangy,” you said, setting the plate in front of him. “And a bit sweet, too. Had a feeling you’d like it!”

Kyle laughed, picking up the tart and admiring it at first. “You know me too well.” He took a bite, his eyes widening at the burst of lemon on his tongue and then groaning in delight. “Perfect, as always.”

Simon watched you closely, and when you placed a plate of apple fritters in front of him, his gaze softened just slightly. “Made these with you in mind,” you said, your voice gentle. “Thought you’d appreciate something classic, Si. Simple, but comforting.”

He didn’t say anything at first, just nodded in that way of his, taking the fritter in his gloved hand. When he took a bite, his eyes closed briefly, and you could see the silent approval in the way his shoulders seemed to relax ever so slightly.

“And for you, Johnny,” you giggled, setting down a small bowl of Cranachan in front of him. “Thought you might like something traditional- whisky, raspberries, oats, and cream. Feels like a bit of home, doesn’t it? At least I hope so. It was my first time making it.”

Johnny beamed all the same, eagerly reaching for a spoon. “Ah, bonnie, you’re spoiling us.”

But it wasn’t just them you were thinking of. You had made a fresh batch of focaccia bread for yourself, but this wasn’t just any bread- it was bold, spiced with rosemary and topped with chilli flakes and garlic. It was a reflection of your own newfound boldness. You’d been quiet, subdued for so long. Now, you wanted to feel alive again.Perhaps it might seem corny, but this focaccia bread meant to signify that for you.

You set a slice of the focaccia on a plate for yourself, taking a bite as you sat with them, your smile not faltering for a second. It was savoury- settling warmth in your stomach. “I think this might be my new favorite, actually.” you said with a soft laugh. In your mind, you were already thinking of making and selling more of it.

They didn’t say much in response, still tasting their own desserts, but you could feel their appreciation, their understanding, in the quiet way they accepted it.

The rest of the bakery was alive with the smell of freshly baked treats: rich brownies, soft sugar cookies, fluffy cronuts, and delicate eclairs. Tres leches cakes sat next to pumpkin pies, while apple and custard empanadas filled the air with their sweet, warm scent. Cheesecakes, cardamom rolls, strawberry lamingtons—the selection was almost overwhelming, but everything sold well. Especially the bear claw pastries. You smiled softly to yourself at the irony. The bearclaw pastries might also be your new favorite, right alongside the focaccia.

Johnny noticed it immediately, the little twitch of your lips, and raised an eyebrow. “What’s so funny, bonnie?”

You waved him off, shaking your head. “Oh, nothing. Just… the bear claws. They’ve been selling really well lately. Thought it was… fitting.”

Simon’s eyes flicked to you, then to the bear claw pastries sitting neatly in a display case. A slow understanding crossed his gaze, but he didn’t say anything. Just a slight nod, the corner of his mouth twitching, the silent acknowledgment of the truth that you all shared. You had no doubt the others knew about it as well- maybe even had a hand in it. Such incredible men.

And for the first time, standing in your bakery, surrounded by warmth and the quiet camaraderie of the men you had come to trust, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. The past was behind you. Now, you had a future to look forward to—one filled with new beginnings, layers to unfold like a mille-feuille crepe cake, and the quiet reassurance that you were no longer alone.

“Here’s to new beginnings,” you said, raising your cup of coffee, your smile bright and genuine.

The boys raised their cups in return, their expressions soft but full of unspoken promises. “To new beginnings,” they echoed, and for the first time in a long time, you believed it. Especially because you could see the way they were looking at you.

masterpost

[acehalah]

mind chess is one of my fave mechanics like yes ill tell eustace he deserves nothing and feel really bad about it

[notherpuppet]

Tuxedo Alfie 🍏🖤🐍

[paras7i]

Baking lessons

[1892]

"i love..." playing cards from the deck i wrote on as a gift for my wedding annversary. 52 things i love about her!! these nine were her favorites <3