#time to go get more coffee

[https-furina]

Sorry I was distracted someone said albedo I need to stand on the left a bit and I can lay some prime Heizou smut on Ur grave

JAJSKSKSKS I CHOKED ON MY COFFEE HAHAH

thank you ari i’m gonna spend my time in the afterlife well

[icewindandboringhorror]

On average, what is the total MONTHLY amount that you spend on dining out*?

*(This doesn't only count going out to restaurants, but also stuff like picking up fast food to bring home, getting a coffee on the way to work, getting a premade sandwich from a grocery store deli during lunch, buying a quick snack from a convenience store or food cart whilst walking somewhere, ordering a pizza or any other food to be delivered to your home, etc.)

*(If you often dine out in groups/as a household: calculate and divide the costs so that you get a Per Person average. This is for YOU individually, NOT the total household/group costs)

(I'm sure polls similar to this have been made before (very common topic), I just haven't personally seen one that I can remember, so, I was curious to do my own! I was discussing this with a group of people today and it was very interesting to see how widely the number varied between individuals. :0c )

(Reblog for bigger sample size if you can, and feel free to explain your answer in tags if there's anything extra to add!)

[corviiids]

i think L should've tried harder to piss light off. provoking light into slipping up would not only be hilarious i also think it would be extremely easy and effective. not saying you could get light to actually confess this way, but he would definitely make more dumb mistakes if, for example, L kept interrupting their homoerotic brain chess matches to insist that kira is actually matsuda because the butts match

[italyveneziano]

Obsessed with what America and England have going on in HetaOni. America's like "I keep having to watch my dad die from overusing his magic in past timelines and not knowing how to stop it is killing me inside but I'm not going to talk to him about it" and England's like "I can't seem to hold a conversation with my son without insulting him but I won't hesitate to use my dying breath to ensure I can protect him from beyond the grave"

[little-pondhead]

man i'm on a roll tonight

DP x DC idea:

Bruce Wayne has somehow managed to become the unofficial guardian of at least two more kids. Maybe three. He's not sure yet. Various members of the Batfamily have made new friends recently and have been having them hang out at Wayne manor for extensive periods of time. Now only if he could actually meet the rascals face-to-face, maybe he could adopt them for real.

or

Danny, Elle, and Jazz have all made friends with different Wayne kids at different times from different places. Damian met Elle at school, Danny met Tim while working at a coffee shop, and Jazz met Cass outside the local theater. All three visit the manor separately, and no one communicates that they've befriended people from the same family. Eventually, however, their hangout sessions accidentally overlap and the Waynes have to deal with the excitement of three Fentons under a single roof.

Let's just say there's a reason the three of them live separately.

[jane-morgendorffer]

Give me Soap who can’t always be there for his family’s special events and celebrations, but does the best he can anyway. Who sends presents long in advance but always buys more nearer the time anyway. Who always chooses experiences over things because at least then, when something does happen to him, they’ll have something nice to look back on. Who takes his niece to concerts and his mum to the theatre and his dad to museums for things he’s never even heard of. Who could so easily drift away but makes the decision not to.

[skeletoninthemelonland]

[ra-vio]

I've been chanting this like a spell

[chimerahyperfix]

You’re looking for something— no, someone, too, aren’t you?

(I can’t comprehend how you understand what’s going on, with your lifeless shell. Craft as you are.)

[calamitys-child]

My purpose and singular mission in life is to make sure queer and/or neurodivergent kids know that sometimes it really is their parents who are stupid and other adults are on their side. This, unfortunately, does not make me popular with their parents. Gonnae keep doing it though.

[kj-yikes]

17. Family

(on ao3 here)

Kara's eyes open blearily to see the beginnings of the morning sun's rays shining through their bedroom window. Running a hand through her hair, she rolls over and sees that her wife is still asleep, clutching her pillow and feet touching Kara's. Kara smiles and watches Lena's steady breathing. Years of waking up next to Lena, and it's still the most beautiful sight in the world to Kara.

Smiling, Kara slowly extricates herself from the bed, careful not to wake Lena, and opens the bedroom door. She stretches, yawns. Crossing the kitchen, she opens a cabinet and grabs two glasses. From behind the closed door down the hall, she hears rustling and a muffled voice. Smiling, she sets the cups down on the counter and crosses the kitchen to open the bedroom door.

"Yeyu!" a small voice calls. Her three-year-old daughter sits up in her bed, surrounded by stuffies she had so carefully arranged before bed last night. Kara's heart swells with affection the way it always does when she looks at her daughter, her little miracle.

Years ago, Kara had given up on ever having a family of her own. As Supergirl, she thought she had sacrificed a quiet, domestic life, because how could she have a partner who was willing to always have their life in danger? How could she take care of a child when she was busy saving the city?

The dance between friendship and something more with Lena had lasted years, and on Kara's side, part of the reason she never acted on her feelings was the fear that one day, Lena would decide it was too much, that while she could love Kara Danvers, she wouldn't be able to love Kara Zor-El, who flies off at a moment's notice to save the day.

But Lena had stayed anyway. Lena loved every part of her. Lena wanted a life with her. Lena wanted it all with her, and a couple of years ago, when Kara had whispered her greatest secret desire to her wife one night laying in bed entwined in one another, Lena whispered that she wanted it too, and she worked tirelessly to make it happen.

Their daughter, Kieran, a perfect blend of both of them, was born a year later. It had been some of the best months of Kara's life, watching their little miracle grow inside of the love of her life. Thirteen-year-old Kara, who crash landed on Earth and was heartbroken to discover that her mission, to raise little Kal-El, was moot, would never believe the life that she has now.

"Good morning, iskah," Kara says in Kryptonian as she places a kiss on her unruly, dark curls, mussed from the night's sleep. "Ready to get up? It's a little early, but I won't tell Mama if you don't." The girl's bright blue eyes light up as she grins and moves to clamber out of bed, carrying her favorite stuffed elephant and her blanket dragging the floor as she runs out of the room.

"Shh, don't wake Mama yet, okay? Do you want to help me make coffee?" Dark brown curls bounce as Kieran nods enthusiastically. Kara preps the beans and puts them in the grinder, then lifts Kieran up to sit beside the espresso machine. Her little legs dangle and kick the counter.

"Okay, do you want to press the bellow? Make sure all the grounds are out?" Kara guides her tiny hand to the bellow and helps her pump it a few times, until Kara can hear that all the grounds have cleared. She slides the portafilter out and tamps it before sliding it back into place into the machine.

"Do you want to hit the button?" Kieran nods enthusiastically and reaches around the machine to press the flashing button. "Perfect, baby. You make the best coffee." The smile Kieran gives her is the splitting image of Lena's, and it makes her heart clench.

"Can I have coffee?"

Kara laughs. Kieran has been asking for coffee for the past few weeks, and every time Kara gives her a sip, she hates it. Even at three years old, Kieran is strong willed and curious, always wanting to try new things and explore and experiment. Kara thinks she knows where Kieran gets it from.

"How about I give you a sip of mine when I'm done making it, and we make you some chocolate milk too?" Kieran squeals in delight, little feet kicking the cabinets. Kara pulls out the milk and chocolate syrup and lets Kieran squeeze a little syrup into a sippy cup.

Kara finishes making the coffee for herself and Lena, letting Kieran drop a few ice cubes into each glass. "Let's go bring Mama her coffee and wake her up."

Having been let loose from the cabinet, Kieran races to the bedroom door and stands on her tippy-toes to open it. She scrambles up onto the bed as Lena stirs, Kara following close behind with the two cups of coffee.

Lena's brow furrows briefly as an elbow accidentally lands in her stomach. Kara is always amazed that Lena, her sweet, grumpy wife who sometimes can't form a coherent sentence before her morning cup of coffee, always manages a smile and words of affection for her daughter no matter how early in the morning it is or how little coffee she's had. She smiles affectionately as she watches her daughter squirm until she's burrowed in Lena's arms.

"Mmm, good morning, darling. It's a little early for you to be up on a weekend." Kara grins guitily.

"Sorry, sweetheart. She was already awake."

"We made you coffee!" Kieran exclaims.

"Oh, good, thank you iskah. Because you know if your Mama doesn't get her coffee in the morning, she's a monster." Lena raises her arms and growls before digging her fingertips into Kieran's stomach. As the girl's laughter echoes throughout the room, Kara climbs into bed and hands Lena her coffee. Lena smiles at her gratefully and leans forward for a quick kiss.

Kara adores slow, sleepy mornings like this with her little family. Her heart swells with gratitude as she wraps an arm around her wife and her daughter settles between them.

Kara once thought that her purpose in life, the reason she survived the destruction of Krypton, was to be a hero and save Earth. Now, though, she's found other meaning in life too. She finds it in these quiet moments and in the way her daughter smiles up at her and in the way she discovers with Lena how to be the kinds of parents that honor their pasts and their daughter. Teaching her daughter to be brave, strong, cunning, and kind like her mothers, and holding and remembering the stories of Krypton. That seems like just as good of a purpose in life as being Supergirl, and she's so grateful she's able to have it all.

[possamble]

whats your take on marcille and pattadols post canon friendship? they seem to hang out occasionally in a couple of post canon shorts and i was wondering if your beautiful mind has anything more to add? youre amazing 💖

☺️ aha thank you so much!!! Pattadol and Marcille are sooo interesting to me because like. I think Pattadol is who Marcille would have become if her parents had both been long-lived, and she never had a reason to question elven authority. The hardworking attitude, insistence on sticking to a very rigid set of principles, a little bit of vanity in wanting to be recognized for her efforts... the slightly ridiculous uptightness and neurotic attitude at times, though at heart they're both kind people who want the best for everyone in their own ways.

In the post-canon, I'm assuming that Pattadol has her own ambassador's quarters in either the castle or the inner city, and the two of them grab tea at the castle drawing room/garden/whatever. I think they talk shop, soundboard ideas off each other, and gossip/complain a little about incompetent colleagues/problems... I think they're each others' dream work friends, honestly. Polite, competent, friendly but never getting overly personal, fun and pleasant to talk to. The fact that Pattadol's 82 and a fairly young woman by elven standards also plays into it, I think -- Marcille hasn't had another elf friend along the same maturity range and professional level of experience, so this is probably nice for her!

What I would like to see is them eventually developing a closer relationship. I think a lot about the way Pattadol reassured Marcille that, because of her accomplishments, she'd have a pretty comfortable sentence as a Canary. About the way, while there was tension because of what was happening at the time, they were both immediately very polite to each other upon meeting and kind of?? got along/clicked immediately in some ways?? It feels like they have the same kind of standards for themselves and others (as well as general inexperience and slight insecurity about their own competency, which probably makes them feel at more or less an equal level with each other).

And I think that'd be good for both of them -- having someone else that they admire, who also admires them in return and recognizes their talents and hard work. There's a very unique kind of rapport you build with someone that you hold as an intellectual peer and can trust to give you feedback that's actually reliable and up to par. While they might both be too professional to really become super close friends who can always be open with each other, there's a very real and deep kind of companionship that forms from this kind of trust, and I hope that's the direction they're heading in.

It's also extra delicious if you add in the tension of Pattadol inherently being a foreign agent from a country that isn't necessarily friendly, but they end up with that strange trust anyway... not to mention the thought that she might find herself actually admiring how Melini is growing and trying to defend it when reporting back to the queen.

[cosmicterrorthe8th]

So....

Imagine if grant and terry were dating around the time he rolled the die another day. And he saw grant shot him. And he had zero context on the situation so he thinks grant will eventually be against him in the future and to make that situation hurt less, he starts distancing himself and they end up breaking up by saying some choice words.

And then when they are kidnapped by willy a second time, and Willy puts the collar on them, he type of now understands how he would die and that it really wasn't up to grant. That the only thing making grant kill him was that it was the most effective way to stop the teens which was an objective given to him by the collar.

And then they are in their cells and grant is apologizing and terry forgives and tells him he knew it would happen because of what he saw in the dice but this context is way more forgivable than what he thought would happen. Then terry brings up that what he saw in the die was what made him break up. Then grants like "Oh"

And while grant feels guilty when trying to be friends with terry because he put a bullet in his head, they do slowly move on and are besties again because they are in-laws now.

[edoniancommander]

ouuugghh oohh no

[flygonscales]

2 weeks at uni and I’ve already reached peak procrastination. I found masking tape and somehow decided that the best use of my time was to make a tiny Belphemon-sleep.

[tamagotchikgs]

i really dont know how i am going 2 handle having a proper job i am still so exhausted from just going to the parade w my sister when we stayed in the car. just being in public & Seen exhausted me and i am sitting here with such relief it almost feels like dread i am Free and can go to sleep