#this is not three sentences lol

[ventique18]

You and Malleus had a fight...

"Hmp. Suit yourself. When you are well enough in the head to realize your mistake, I will consider giving you an audience to hear you out."

Then he turns away, walks to his room with his head held high, clicks his door shut, and...

My darling is mad at me

I hope I die.

spends the rest of the daylight immobile, with his face buried in his pillow.

He couldn't survive the day in such agony though and accidentally saunters to your garden at 12am, just happens to remember it's gargoyle-polishing day, bumps into your window by chance, and wordlessly asks you to let him in because it's suddenly raining even when the weather forecast said it'd be a sunny day.

You silently play an episode of the Gargoyles cartoon while waiting for the rain to let up. You fall asleep midway through an episode, but when you awaken, he's still up watching. The same episode that you fell asleep at. Was he replaying the same episode over and over?

"Ah, yes. This is the 24th replay now, I believe."

"Why?! You should have just watched the rest of the season."

"Well... I wanted a convenient reason to stop by in the middle of the night." He laughs, then lays on the bed beside you, "But more than that... I suppose it's simply rather thrilling to experience things for the first time with you."

And then you realize you've forgotten why you weren't speaking with him in the first place.

Really, how could anyone get mad at someone this cheesy?

[suzukiblu]

dialogue 10, action 4, and core4 for the wednesday game?

“I love you too,” Bart remembers to say belatedly. He doesn’t look up from his handheld, but the other three all look away from their phone (Cassie), their tablet (Tim), and the TV (Kon), for some reason. 

“Um, what?” Kon says. 

“‘Too’?” Cassie repeats. 

“Yeah,” Bart says, sparing a(n objective) picosecond to glance at her in-between enemies. Tim tilts his head, blinking slowly. 

“What are you talking about, Bart?” he asks. Bart stares blankly at him for a couple (subjective) minutes, then wrinkles his nose. 

“We’re on a recliner,” he says. 

“. . . okay?” Cassie says doubtfully. “And that’s somehow relevant to you, uh . . .?” 

“Loving you too,” Bart clarifies. Cassie and Kon both turn red. Tim just looks increasingly bewildered. Bart has absolutely no idea why any of them are reacting that way, but it’s whatever. 

“Uh–that, sure,” Cassie manages. 

“It’s a recliner,” he reminds her. 

“. . . so?” 

“So we’re all in it,” he reminds her again, making a point of wiggling in Kon’s lap as he says it. Well, vibrating, more like. Kon makes a really weird noise about it, for some reason, and shoves him forward down his thighs a bit as opposed to letting him stay leaning back against his chest. He does it almost fast enough to count as “quickly”, even. Which–rude, since Tim’s already hogging all of Cassie’s lap. Where else is he supposed to sit?

Also weird, Bart observes, but then decides he doesn’t really care since Kon didn't actually push him out of his lap, and plays another four levels before he realizes the others are still talking. 

Whoops. 

“Oh,” Tim says, blinking. 

“Oh,” Cassie says, also blinking. 

“Oh my god, are we, what, dating?!” Kon demands a little shrilly, sounding weirdly disbelieving about that idea for a guy currently sharing a recliner he’s big enough to take up solo with three other people. 

“Sure, if you want,” Bart replies with a shrug as he finishes the game, memorizes the credits, and then boots up another. He’s really glad he got some better games last time he was in the thirty-first century, it is such a pain to play twenty-first-speed ones. “How’s that work?” 

“. . . we need to have so many conversations so immediately,” Cassie mutters under her breath. “Just–immediately. I don’t even know how to start having them, but we do.” 

“Um,” Tim says, looking mildly embarrassed for a moment before clearing his throat and switching to a different file on his tablet. “Would you believe I have a contingency plan for that?” 

“No,” Bart says, because hello, he’s met Tim. “But I’d believe you had six to twelve contingency plans for that.” 

“. . . only if you count the sub-variants of Plan B and Plan E.”

[mrsoharaa]

Gojo Satoru, who has you sat upon the medical table of Shoko's lab while heavily making out with you. Squeezes his way in between the open space in between your legs, caresses the curves of your waist with one hand as the other clasp gently yet, intently, along the juncture of your jaw. Literally, stealing every hefty breath from you. Grumbled and muffled moans sputter against the softness of his perfectly glossed lips from your own, your own hands finally finding refuge through the snowy locks that settled upon his head.

So lost in the spiraling torrid sensation of your entangled tongues and lapping lips, you haven't even recognized the familiar presence shadowing just right outside of the door. Arms crossing over one another, within the sleeves of his robes, and a tiny, wicked grin spreading across his cheeks.

Who would've thought, that after these long, pretentious ten years of no contact...he would find his two (former) best friends, his ex lover (you), indulging shamelessly with one another.

[arecaceae175]

Promt:

Growing pains, Wind. Hurt/comfort. Linked universeeeeee. Or just Wind being a teenager 🙏🙏🙏🙏 I believe in u Ace

Sky looked up from his carving as he heard feet shuffling towards him. Wind's expression was pinched and his shoulders were hunched inwards.

"Sailor?" Sky asked.

"Mmph."

Wind slowly lowered himself to the ground, so Sky quickly moved to help him. Wind ended up curled against Sky's side with his head on Sky's lap.

"Ow," Wind mumbled into Sky's belly.

Sky sighed, resting a hand in Wind's curls and scratching softly. "I know. I'm sorry."

It was hard for all of them to watch Wind deal with growing pains and be unable to do anything about it. On the bad days, their usually boisterous sailor was dulled by the pain, shuffling around camp and grumbling at anyone who irritated him.

"Nn yr fah."

Sky huffed a short laugh through his nose. "You're gonna have to move if you want to talk."

Wind only shook his head. "Soft," he said loudly enough to be heard.

Sky smiled and patted Wind's shoulder with his other hand. "Have you had any of Wild's relief tea?"

Wind nodded, then turned his head so his mouth was free. "Mmhmm. It helped. 'M sleepy now."

Sky couldn't hold back a fond smile. "Go to sleep, then. Here." He draped his sailcloth over Wind's shoulders then his blanket over Wind's legs. Wind snuggled into Sky's side and let out a relieved breath.

[wyllaztopia]

friendly reminder that i'm not obligated to respond to asks or dms

agdt asks take time to answer and i have already mentioned before that people's asks are unlikely to be answered due to how many there are [literally had to add my friend as a blog mod to purge 500+ asks]

i answer my own inbox when i have the time and when i see an ask i find interesting - if I don't answer your ask, it's either i don't have time to or i don't have an answer for it OR answering yours means i have to spoil something about agdt

so erm 🤓 ! don't bother going to my dms, i'm not going to answer you

uhh, slash i don't mean any animosity when i say this stuff idk whatever tonetag fits

[wikiangela]

several sentence sunday

so this is another fic I started on my vacation (I started three, and had one idea I haven't started yet lol - and one is already posted) - also, the two weeks here might change bc I'm struggling with the timeline (which doesn't matter but also it does lol) but I'll figure it out haha

(I'm still writing all my other wips btw, and gonna get to all the asks, but the writing beans have been gone lately, and I've been too exhausted lol - and my brain is so all over the place with my wips, idk what I wanna get to more)

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Evan knows he’s in love with Tommy about two weeks into their relationship.

(...)

They still barely know each other, but Evan knows. He can’t explain why, can’t explain how, he just knows. Tommy Kinard is it for him.

The moment he realizes it with utmost clarity is nothing special, really. He just spent the night at Tommy’s – not the first one, but it’s still new enough to fill him with nervous, giddy excitement, butterflies swirling in his stomach, which he hasn’t felt in years before Tommy. Everything about Tommy makes him feel like this. Tommy’s eye-crinkling, nose-scrunching adorable smile; Tommy’s eyes, always so fond when he looks at him; Tommy’s lips that taste so amazing Buck never wants to stop kissing him; Tommy’s big, big hands that feels so good in Buck’s, those strong arms and broad shoulders… – just everything about Tommy. At first Buck thought it’s the newness of this, of Tommy, of knowing about his bisexuality. But he’s also gotten so comfortable with Tommy in such a short time, and it doesn't even really feel new anymore, he knows it must be just him, must be Tommy making him feel like a giddy teen with a crush. Except the way this feels… Buck’s a grown man with tons of experience, and he knows how infatuation feels, how a simple crush and attraction feels, how real love feels. And he knows, deep down in his core, in his soul, in his heart, that this is real, that this is definitely more than a crush. This is what love feels like.

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[muirmarie]

can i request some mckirk for the three sentence fic meme? 👀 wouldn't mind some hurt/comfort if you need a prompt, but you're free to do whatever!

this one got a leetle too long for a tumblr post, so uhhhh here:

Title: told me not to fly too close

Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series

Ship: McCoy/Kirk

Rating/Warnings: T / none

Word Count: 1900 words

Episode tag for The Man Trap

_________________

The salt vampire is dead, and Kirk sits with McCoy in Sickbay as McCoy gets checked out.

_________________

He sits down, bumping his shoulder against McCoy's. Tries to gather his thoughts.

He needs, he thinks, an argument. Something persuasive, and logical, and emotional. Something to convince him to stay. Something to convince him—

He doesn't want to convince him. He wants to go back in time to a few days before, when he didn't have to convince him. When he was the only one who could get McCoy on a five-year deep space mission without any convincing at all, with just a smile, with just a question, with just—

[teddybear-zero]

happy kitty 💕

[orlesianhennin]

yes i would like to analyze vivienne's barks when a companion falls

[skyward-floored]

HECK YEAAAAAAH

Let’s do… rose OwO

“...and then, lit only by the light from the adventurerers’ candle, out of the dark and slimy pit there rose...”

Wild paused dramatically, and his siblings all stared at him with bated breath, Twilight squeezing Wind so tight he could barely breathe, Four huddled under his blanket beside Hyrule.

“...a disembodied hand!”

Right as he said it, a hand burst up from beside his siblings, and everyone but Hyrule screamed, blankets flying, limbs jabbing, Legend cackling hysterically as he made the rest of himself visible again, Wild joining in his laughter as Twilight yelled at them.

[batsplat]

breaking a blog policy of non-engagement with active discourse unless explicitly asked about it,, below the cut,, I intend this to be a one-off thing, look away

seen some snarking about this article on the race dot com about where marc fits into the current title fight, and specifically this paragraph:

because ofc it's some kind of grievous sin to equate the current two title contenders with the two title contenders in 2015, one of whomst was well past his prime and the other who in many ways had a deeply untidy season. the argument might be that the current spec ducati has a bike advantage over marc, which. you'll never guess how the 2015 yamaha measured up against the 2015 honda. and yeah, it sure is embarrassing how the current title contenders chuck away bucket loads of points through sheer stupidity. after all, when racing in the wet in misano, it's unforgivable to pit at the wrong time and emerge with only one point - why not simply crash and emerge from that weekend with zero points instead? imagine finishing second behind marc in those conditions, when you could instead swap bikes far too late and finish a lowly fifth

it's worth putting that paragraph in context of what the piece was actually saying:

all of this is categorically true. it doesn't mean marc might not still win this year's championship if both jorge and pecco make enough mistakes, but quite obviously those two are closer to the 2015 title contenders than 2017. in the former, marc could not bank on a consistent pace advantage, in the latter he could; this feels like quite a straightforward point to be making. dovi's phillip island stinker did kill his championship momentum - and given the sheer consistency of performances jorge and pecco have put in when it comes to their pace, it would be very surprising to see an equivalent from those two. don't even get me started on whatever the fuck maverick vinales was doing that year after like,, the first five races, which lack of a dominant bike is quite frankly not enough to excuse. the rest of the article assesses marc's chances entirely fairly, essentially expanding on the argument that you just wouldn't expect that kind of consistent performance edge that he would need to overturn the points deficit. (I personally think marc is a little more likely to be a title threat than the author of the article does, though I also don't fundamentally disagree with anything specific being said; mainly I just feel vibes-wise that sprint races have made title fights insanely volatile.) he could still win - but in terms of how he compares to the opposition, there is no argument whatsoever to be made that this is not closer to 2015 than 2017. even if you believe this is only due to bike difference, in which case I think you are possibly giving 2017 dovi and vinales a little too much credit, the points raised in the article still stand up to scrutiny

it is perhaps inevitable that people will deify the greats of the past - even more so if they dislike the top riders of the present and feel that they are undeserving of their current success. it does, however, seem to come along with a skewed understanding of the actual greats in question, of where they were strong and where they faltered. valentino and lorenzo had two title fights, both of which were error-strewn affairs and hardly their best seasons. sprints have helped further distort perceptions of how error-prone these current riders really are, because at the end of the day neither martin nor pecco are on course for a radically different error rate than the title contenders in 2009. lorenzo lost his head in jerez when he was the pre-race favourite and ended up crashing trying to overcompensate for his surprisingly poor pace, valentino had an absolute howler at le mans that makes misano this year from martin look like a paragon of good decision-making and composure under pressure, jorge practically handed the championship to valentino with back-to-back dnf's at donington and brno, valentino incidentally also crashed at donington and got extremely lucky to have a bike that was still rideable to fifth, then proceeded to just chuck it for absolutely no reason at indy with a mistake that was so obviously stupid and needless he showed up to misano with a donkey helmet. valentino followed up misano with a poor fourth in estoril because he got lost with the set-up that weekend - and buddy, if you think the gp24 bike advantage is bad, let me tell you a story about how yamaha/ducati/honda were doing back in the day compared to the field. fourth might as well have been last. (I don't love single manufacturer domination either, but let's not pretend like the gaps between bikes aren't way, way, way smaller than they were in '09.) then jorge, with momentum and opportunity on his side, gets so spooked by valentino's pace in practise he bins it on the very first lap of phillip island, essentially ending the championship fight then and there. neither of them deliver a particularly dignified performance in sepang. during this title fight, there were three instances of crashing out of the lead and one from a very close second. jorge martin and pecco bagnaia eat your hearts out

and 2015? the season that was actually being referenced in the championship? valentino was only in that championship fight due to his relentless consistency, a handful of starring performances and an ability to not completely fuck it when a few rain drops started falling. his pace was flat-out not good enough to be a title contender - if anything, on raw pace he was more competitive for a big chunk of 2016 than he had been the year before. he was qualifying abysmally in an era where the gaps between bikes were considerably larger, reflecting a far poorer performance than equivalent grid positions would nowadays, and certainly would have nothing to counter the consistency in qualifying the two title contenders this year have demonstrated. jorge had to work hard to come as close to losing that championship as he did, going through a bizarre and borderline embarrassing set of helmet visor issues early on in the season that he should never have allowed to happen. he was peak metronome that year, able to dominate and win from the front but otherwise rife with limitations, repeatedly performing poorly when he was put ever so slightly off-balance. in many ways, he got very lucky to not be penalised more for his horrendous silverstone performance. he was also helped by the gap between the factory yamahas and hondas to the field being so large, because otherwise some of his inconsistency would have cost him a hell of a lot more. both of their seasons had laughably obvious flaws that just about managed to offset each other's enough to make a title decider possible - but if you ever so slightly change the formula, if the qualifying format had still been different or the bike disparities larger or smaller or any of that, it would have probably tipped it quite strongly one way or the other. a battle of the titans it was not

none of this is to say that valentino or jorge are shit riders, or that marc is a fraud for letting himself be so thoroughly beaten by them in 2015 on what was ultimately still a competitive bike. at a certain point, however, you are comparing the current athletes with versions of the past greats who quite frankly did not exist 90% of the time. if you are sufficiently motivated, you can come up with pretty decent slander for anyone. it is also presenting an idealised version of the sport in the past that, again, did not exist. while the gp24's advantage over the field is substantial, if we are talking in terms of raw lap times, it is substantially less so than the gap the top few factory teams had in the past. the aliens did not dominate from 2007 to 2015 to the extent that they did because they were just so brilliant - they were performing at a high level, yes, but also nobody else really stood a chance. as hard as it may be to accept, when you have riders who so consistently have a pace advantage as pecco and martin do, including over the fellow riders on the same machinery, it is possible they may simply be doing an actual good job. and the more pecco adds to his resume, the more difficult it will become to not consider him in the same tier of rider as at least some of the aliens. yes, I am talking about lorenzo here - a man who incidentally did not convincingly pass the 'only good with one manufacturer' test that's already being dangled in front of pecco. if we really want to go into the weeds, it's worth pointing out that pecco's luck has also not been particularly fantastic this year, from mechanical gremlins at the le mans sprint to being wiped out by binder at the jerez sprint to the qualifying position at aragon working against him and losing out quite severely in what are at worst 60:40 racing incidents twice this season - sometimes, you do get punished a lot for relatively minor missteps. so yeah, if you want to compare the current trio of title contenders with anyone, then 2015 feels as good a place as any. sometimes the greats of the past did suck, idk what to tell you. they would be a hell of a lot more boring if they hadn't

[daynascullys]

…

In some ways i feel permanently 14. I was part of a big friend group in high school, but even within that group there were pairs of people and smaller groups. I never had someone and I was a part of all the groups, but not in the way everyone else was. Like I wasn’t unwelcome, but I wasn’t necessary, I was just there… like I could probably just fade away and no one would notice or care all that much. No one would miss me or wonder where I was. And I still feel that way now, like I could fade away from any of my groups and it just… wouldn’t matter.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

3 Sentence game: I also ask for Invalid but the other definition of the word as in someone weak or sick

Link stared at the little mechanical creature. It looked rather like a guardian, except it had legs and could scurry about the place, which was definitely new.

”It’s called Terrako,” Lady Impa explained. “That’s what the scientists named it. But they wanted to gift their first mobile guardian to you.”

Link looked up at his chief, confused and honored. “Me?”

”You’re their sponsor,” Lady Impa replied with a gentle, sincere smile. “You’ve supported the Sheikah for years now, Link. Your people are grateful. And they want you to be okay. Terrako will help you.”

Okay? What did that mean? He wasn’t an invalid, he didn’t need help from a guardian.

Terrako chimed happily, scurrying around him. An excited squeal rang a cross the courtyard, and he looked back to see Sonia and Orik dashing towards them, eyes alight as they saw the little guardian.

Link sighed and smiled. He supposed he’d accept the gift with grace and not question it.

[suzukiblu]

Carl and Lor! Carl and Lor for WIP Wednesday!

"She just–isn't quite educated to Waterton standards yet, Omega Lane," Travers says, visibly trying not to grimace. Considering what Bruce has seen of "Waterton standards" so far, he's really not seeing a problem there. But Lor is Clark and Lois's pup, not his, so it's not his opinion that matters anyway.

"Oh, I'm sure your agency wouldn't have sent out anybody who wasn't up to standard," Clark says cheerfully, merciless bastard that he is. That's his packmate, Bruce thinks with no small amount of relish.

Clark smiles pleasantly, all cornfed charm. Travers looks nauseous.

"No, uh, of course not, Omega Lane," she manages. "Er–if Carly is an acceptable candidate for your purposes, we can put her up in a local motel for the time being and schedule regular visitations for feeding the pup at your convenience. And she can pump so you can bottle-feed at night, of course, or we can arrange night appointments and she can pump for daytime feedings, whichever you prefer."

"A motel?" Clark repeats, pleasant smile immediately vaporizing into obvious incredulousness. Bruce is equally incredulous. He knows the Waterton Agency isn't Gotham-based, but for something as potentially long-term as nursing a two year-old, the least they should do is put Carl up in an apartment somewhere. The commute to Bristol is already going to be bad enough; they sure as hell don't have any local motels in this neighborhood.

"W-well, Carly just isn't very . . . sociable, ma'am, I don't know that you'd be comfortable putting her up in your den," Travers stammers, looking awkward. Bruce considers developing a migraine. Admittedly, keeping a civilian who's not in the know in the manor is a terrible idea, but a motel is a worse one.

"Wayne Manor is well-outfitted with very suitable servants' quarters, Beta Travers," Alfred informs Travers with supreme dryness, raising an eyebrow at her, and Bruce–pauses. That's . . . a good point, actually. Carl could easily be kept away from anything that he shouldn't see, staying in the servants' quarters, and it's not like anyone but Alfred's used them in literal decades. There's plenty of available space to move in a slightly antisocial wet nurse of unclear gender and still make sure no one accidentally blows their cover. It'll be more of an issue if Clark and Lois decide to go back to Metropolis anytime soon, but . . .

"Oh, Alfred's right, God knows we've got the space in them," Bruce agrees smoothly, putting on a pleasant smile of his own and linking his hands behind his back. Also, it'd limit chances for imposters to take Carl's place and sneak into the manor, so that can't hurt either. "Much more convenient if Carl's willing to move in here for a bit, don't you think?"

[raptureshots]

Preach all you want, but who's gonna save me?

[arecaceae175]

Fishing tourney

Twilight

Found family

:)

"Fishing tourney time! The rules are simple. Y'all can keep one fish in the bucket at a time. Biggest fish in the bucket when the sun goes down wins," Twilight explained.

Wild raised their hand.

"No, you can't use bombs. Fishing poles only."

Wild lowered their hand.

Legend raised his hand.

"No magic. Just regular ol' fishing poles."

Legend lowered his hand.

Time raised xyr hand.

"No items or masks! Just fishing poles."

Time lowered xyr hand.

Twilight groaned and dragged a hand over his face. They sighed and went to the edge of the dirt in a prime fishing location. They held up their very normal, not enchanted, wooden fishing rod with very normal, not at all magic, bait on the hook.

"You stand here. You use a regular fishing rod. You catch a fish through normal, non-magical methods with said fishing rod. Nothing else. Are we clear?"

Wind raised a hand.

"No magical bait!"

"It's not magic! It's just... enhanced."

Twilight's groan was loud enough to send the birds fleeing from the trees.