#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

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

My Cabinet of Tiger Ministers is in shambles.

[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.

[skeletoninthemelonland]

[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.

[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.

[the-kipsabian]

Deep End

~1,1k words will ospreay & kenny omega (gen, can be read as potentially shippy between the lines if you wish)

ambiguous/open ending, mild angst, kayfabe compliant. a lot of inner thoughts from ospreays pov

okay i fully didnt expect to post my first fic in two months about these two... but brain go brrrr about a messed up hopeful friendship between former enemies so heyyyyyy basically thoughts based on this tumblr post by @beefyandbloody

@himbos-hotline (as you wanted to be tagged when i posted this 💜)

also on ao3

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He hated how loud the hallways were. Every single time.

A hand on his shoulder, making sure Will could understand that he was being spoken to. Every word felt like a part of a foreign language to him though, making it hard to make it make sense. He heard everything, understood things, but it was hard to put it all together into a string of words, a coherent sentence. Something that made sense inside his head.

He nodded, once or twice, during the conversation, acting as if he knew what was going on. Best to play the game on their terms, that was Will’s thought process. Whether he understood in the moment or not what was being said, that was ultimately irrelevant. He’d piece it all together in his own time, when it was quiet, when he could think clearly again.

But really, after everything… Did it really even matter?

“Ospreay.”

The fleeting touch of the fingertips on his hip, sliding to the small of his back. The touch wasn’t uncommon, but it was barely comfortable, to either party involved. It was a small sign of trust, but out of necessity more than any actual real emotion behind it. An act of kindness.

Will could feel his breathing stuck in his throat at the familiar touch, the familiar voice calling his name, easily taking him out of the uncomfortable situation and redirecting him away. Somehow hearing that one single word, his own name, slipping away from those lips in that voice he used to loathe listening to, was putting him at ease.

Will didn’t really know if he hated it or not. The easiness was putting him at unease, the uncomfortable was making him comfortable in ways that he wasn’t used to.

He wasn’t sure if Kenny was feeling it too, but if he did, Will definitely wasn’t clocking that from him at the first glance.

The hand sliding up his back, making Will shiver a little bit. He hoped Kenny didn’t notice it, but he wouldn’t have said a word even if he did. Will had been paying enough attention throughout the years to know Kenny only jumped in on opportunities that benefited him more than the other parties involved; putting Will’s potential discomfort up on the platter for the world to observe wasn’t going to do either of them any good.

Especially if they were going to try to continue whatever this little team up between the two of them at the moment was.

Whatever words left Kenny’s lips as he directed Will through the crowded backstage hallways never reached the ears of the Brit. He could only hear the static in his head and the hand pressed against his back, more firmly with each step they took side by side it felt like. The thoughts in his mind gnawing at him like rabid animals.

Will Ospreay always hated Kenny Omega’s guts and vice versa. Always. Always. That was the pure foundation of their relationship. One always took what the other wanted, was always one step ahead, personally and professionally. They didn’t see eye to eye about anything, every word shared between them was always laced to the brim with venom and every contact was a new blow to the body that could barely keep itself together with tape and string anymore.

There were only two things that had brought them together, into this seemingly innocent moment, this unlikely alliance that was built on spoiled ground, ready to crumble at any second when one of them stepped in just a little bit too hard. They both had lost so much, so much time, so much meaning, so many words had been dropped from between the lines in the last few months.

And not just between the two of them. Friendships, done and gone, in a blink of an eye, just because those people deemed them worth less than what they were seen as. Something holding them back, tangible items to get rid of, to regain their sparkles on their own, or with their new families, new friends. Better opportunities, possibilities that they were being held back from.

Will knew what he had lost. He remembered. The friendships buried in that ring, the leftovers of the closeness and hugs turning into cold, hardened memories on his skin in the short span of time since they had happened. He could still feel the metal piercing into his skull, the kicks colliding with his stomach, the hits he thought he could have seen coming from miles away. But never did.

And he knew Kenny had suffered much of the same. Different people, different time, but the bare bones under the burned skin were the same. The hurting heart and bruised chest broken down just like his had been, just much earlier. They were similar victims of the same circumstances, taking a stand against the common enemy, the evil that haunted these halls, their lives and the back of their minds, constantly. A reminder of the sore feelings they were left to hang onto.

Will wasn’t sure if he was going to get any of that back. Now, or ever, for that matter. He didn’t know if Kenny was either, or if he even wanted to. All those questions were just unanswered mysteries between them, and neither ever bothered to ask them out loud. Will often wondered if Kenny thought the same things. Were they going to find a family again? Friends? Beloveds? Someone to hold out for, to extend a hand to, to hug, to hold, to celebrate with. All the ups and downs.

The only thing that crossed Will’s mind in response to those questions was the image he had seen multiple times the past few weeks. Of him throwing his body down on top of Kenny’s in the middle of the ring, hoping to take the impact of the blows to lessen the hits directed at his partner. To help him in at least some way, any way.

To keep something familiar, tangible still together in Will’s life at this messy point of it.

Kenny finally cleared his throat loud enough, shaking Will from his thoughts. Seeing those light eyes staring back at him, clearly waiting for him to pay attention. Maybe they weren’t the best of friends, but obviously Kenny knew him well enough to give Will a moment to catch up to speed with the situation at hand before speaking up again.

“So… We clear?”

“I got your back.”

Kenny nodded, turning on his heels and walking away without another word.

The question was… Would Kenny Omega ever be as concerned for him? Would Kenny Omega ever make all the same sacrifices for him? Would Kenny Omega ever think of him as… Equal? More? Something, anything more?

And what could that “more” potentially cost for Will Ospreay?

[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.

[asexuallucanisdellamorte]

now that we all agree that lucanis is demisexual when do we agree is the absolute funniest moment for him to realise he's into rook i vote anytime rook slips and almost drowns in one inch of water

[horrorosier]

baby, this isn’t helter skelter, you’re the only one burning // 214lilacsky

[kkpwnall]

one of these days i'm going to write an essay about spotify wrapped and identity, the perception of self vs how society at large (or in this case a mega corporation) perceives the individual and the narratives they push to reinforce that (daylist) but today i'm just trying to convince myself not to do my own count of listens for the next year

[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.