#vetting info in replies

[lenasai]

ID: post from onenicebugperday that reads "Unless I know you personally, please don't tag me in or send me fundraisers of any kind to reblog or publish. I get them all the time and I don't have the time to vet them. Most of them seem like spam and I will likely block them. This blog is for bugs and it'll remain that way. If I feel strongly about a fundraiser I happen to see, I will reblog it on my main blog, @/ex0skeletal-undead. End ID.

perfectly fine to want to ask people not to tag you in things, especially if you're a popular blog - but was the spam comment really necessary?

but sure, i could possibly take that in good faith if--

ID: Pinned post on OP's main blog that reads "Closing my ask box due to the insane amount of spam messages I get daily. IMs are still open." End ID.

again, not spam but okay, i gue--

ID: A post from the same user that reads "The scam messages are getting ridiculous I got one today that just said 'please save my baby.' #that's it that was the whole message." End ID.

you know what, go fuck yourself. 🖕

i think it's worth noting that going through their archive, they have not reblogged a single palestinian gofundme since the genocide started. maybe unfollow the bug blog if you were following before.

anyway.

do your daily clicks

get a link to a random vetted fundraiser

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[fluentmoviequoter]

Hiding Hugs (5+1)

Pairing: Dominique Luca x shy!fem!SWAT!reader

Summary: 5 times you find refuge in Luca's arms, and the 1(st) time you show him why.

Warnings: fluff, banter/teasing

Word Count: 2.5k+ words

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A/N: @elephants-bubbles-brachosauruses I hope you like it!! Thanks for talking about Luca with me💞

When your team members on 20-David squad found out that you were shy, that was the last moment of peace you experienced. Since then, they have all found ways to push you, like it’s the highlight of their days, and it seems like there’s some challenge you aren’t aware of to see who can make you the shyest, fastest. Luckily, you’ve found the perfect place to hide, a refuge from their unrelenting attempts to make you shy. And even better, he always welcomes your hiding hugs.

1. You hug Luca to hide when Hondo and Street tease you about getting a date.

“Girl, I’m running out of contacts,” Hondo murmurs as he scrolls on his phone. “How do you feel about single fathers?”

“Sounds better than you,” you reply, quiet enough that Hondo can’t hear it.

“Ooh, are we setting you up again?” Street asks, smiling as he enters the locker room. “Since the last time went so well?”

“Then why are you still trying?” you inquire softly.

“Because it’s fun,” Street answers.

“Because,” Hondo begins, shaking his head at Street, “you deserve someone who makes you happy.”

You shake your head just before Hondo gasps.

“I found him! I found your perfect date,” he cheers.

“No, no, no, you can’t say that until I vet him,” Street argues, clapping his fingers against his palm to ask for Hondo’s phone.

“Tell me they wouldn’t be great together, pretty boy!”

You watch as Street takes Hondo’s phone. His eyes widen in shock or appreciation - you aren't sure which - before he smiles.

“I can’t believe I’m going to say it, but I think you’ve done it, Hondo.”

You shake your head, an enthusiastic argument of No, you haven’t, Hondo. Street, however, extends the phone so you can see the picture.

“He’s not a cop, so don’t worry,” Hondo begins. “He’s brainy, shy like you. You’ll be perfect.”

“Hondo,” you plead weakly.

“I’ll text him.”

As Hondo begins typing a message on his phone, Street asks you questions about your past relationships. You're growing shyer with each syllable, and you’re desperate to get out of the uncondoned date Hondo is currently procuring for you. So, you stand up and walk out of the locker room.

“No, hey, listen,” Hondo calls, taking long steps to catch up to you. “He’s a little hesitant, too, so there’s no pressure for this to be perfect. Ask anything about him to prep, I’ll help you out. He’s from Vegas.”

“Luca!” you call.

Luca spins on his heel in the hallway, and when he turns to face you, you crash into him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you hug him tightly and hide your face against his chest.

“Oh, no,” Street says behind you. “You’re going to have to get used to hugging someone else if this date is going to go well.”

“What date?” Luca asks, gently rubbing your back.

“We set her up,” Street answers happily.

“I set her up. Street just approved,” Hondo interjects. “You will, too.”

You shake your head against Luca, and he clicks his tongue.

“Sounds like the only person whose opinion matters doesn’t agree.”

“But-“

“Lay off, Hondo.”

Street smiles, and Luca quickly adds, “You too, Streeter. She told you the last time to stop setting her up.”

“That makes it sound like we’ve succeeded before,” Hondo laments.

“Boys,” Hicks greets as he passes. “Don’t make me write this up.”

“We’re good, boss,” Luca assures, his hand steady and comforting against your back.

Street and Hondo return the way you came, failing to be discreet as they discuss how perfect your date could have been.

“Thanks, Luca,” you murmur against him, squeezing his waist before you step back.

“Anytime,” Luca promises. “And no one Hondo picks will be ‘perfect.’"

2. You hug Luca to hide when he takes you for a test drive in the hills.

“I need a favor,” Luca says in the locker room.

“Sure,” you answer, closing your locker. “What’s up?”

“I just put the finishing touches on my Impala. The restoration is complete, or should be… I need to take it for a test drive and don’t want to do it alone.”

“You’re inviting me on a ride-along?” you ask excitedly.

“Think you’re up for it?”

You nod as you pull your backpack onto your shoulder. Luca chuckles before he tosses you his keys to gather his things.

In the hills overlooking Los Angeles, Luca pulls the pristine Chevy Impala into a paved overlook area. He exits the car to check everything, and you slide out of the passenger seat to look at the view while he works.

“Everything okay?” you inquire, standing beside Luca as you watch him work under the hood of the car.

“Looks like it,” Luca answers before he straightens.

“She’s beautiful. You did a really good job with this one, Luca.”

“Thank you. It was more time intensive than I anticipated, but everything seems to have turned out well.”

You nod, and when Luca closes the hood and turns toward you, you press your lips together and turn toward smoggy Los Angeles beneath you. Luca takes a few steps to close the distance between you, and the shyness you felt when his attention moved to you multiplies. There are only a few inches between your arm and Luca’s, so when you turn toward him, it only takes a step to enter his arms.

“Sorry,” you say against his shirt.

Luca chuckles as his arms wrap around you, and you smile at the knowledge that Luca will always welcome you warmly, no matter how shy you are. Even if it’s because of him.

3. You hug Luca to hide when a raid nearly goes wrong.

“LAPD!” you yell. “On the ground now!”

“20-David, movement on the two-side,” Hondo radios.

“On your knees,” you repeat, gesturing down with your gun.

The man before you hesitates then grits his teeth and raises his arms over his head.

“Dining room, south wall!” he yells suddenly.

“Bathroom, window!” the other suspect calls.

Before you can wonder what they’re communicating, gunshots fill the house. You dive to the floor as your team talks over one another on the radio, trying to find the source of the gunfire. You roll onto your back and notice the ceiling shake quickly before the gunshots begin in a different area of the house.

“They’re in the attic!” you radio. “I’ll find access. Hondo, suspect 1 rabbited toward you.”

“Copy that,” Hondo replies. “I’ll worry about the rabbit; you get our shooter. Everyone alright?��

“30-David, all clear. Suspect 2 in custody,” Deacon replies.

“26-David, good here,” Street agrees.

“25-David, bathroom’s looking worse for wear, but I’m good,” Tan says.

“Luca?” Hondo asks.

You lift your gun and turn on the flashlight as you step onto a ceiling rafter.

“Luca, talk to me,” Hondo implores.

“LAPD,” someone says. “Put your weapon down.”

You turn to the right, and your flashlight illuminates a man standing mere feet from you. The bullet holes below you are fresh, the dust still rising from his attempt to kill you and your teammates. Luckily, he left his gun on the other side of the rafter he was standing on.

Pointing your gun at his chest, you reply, “That’s my line. Take two steps toward me and get on your knees.”

He does as you instruct, though he threatens you the entire time. After you have him in cuffs, you press the talk button on your radio and ask, “Luca?”

“Clear,” Luca replies. “I got the rabbit.”

You sigh in relief and have to stop yourself from pushing the shooter through the attic access opening.

"Luca!" you yell when he rounds Black Betty.

He opens his mouth to apologize for worrying everyone, but you crash into his arms, throwing your arms over his shoulders as you hug him. This hug is different than the rest, it’s relief and a need to feel him after being so worried for him.

“Ah, so radio silence is all it takes,” Tan teases behind you. “Here I was thinking that you had to do something dashing like save the day, climb the tower.”

Your hug then melts into the feeling that Luca has grown used to. You’re using him to hide your face and be a buffer between yourself and the rest of the team. The hug before, the new feeling, is something that Luca thinks he could get used to. Without the near-death scare, of course.

4. You hug Luca to hide when Lynch asks a personal question.

“It’s not a shotgun house,” you state, leaning on your elbows to examine the blueprints before you. “There has to be another egress route.”

“There’s only one window,” Luca hums, tapping the side wall on the paper. “This isn’t even rated for fire safety, there’s no way it’s accurate. The city would’ve tagged this blueprint before it got near records.”

“Commander Hicks!” Lynch calls outside the situation room, where you and Luca are working together. “Question for you before the IA investigation next week.”

“Sure,” Hicks answers, but you can imagine the sigh he releases.

“How long has 20 squad had interpersonal relationships?”

“Uh…”

“Romantic, I mean?”

“They don’t.”

You look up at Luca, who shrugs. “I never know what she’s talking about,” he says before pointing to another window.

“You’re kidding, right?” Lynch counters. “You mean to tell me Luca isn’t…”

Luca furrows his brows but looks at you to await what Lynch will say next. You’re both surprised when she says your name and leaves it there.

“They- they aren’t together,” Hicks answers. “Not like that.”

Luca smiles at you, and you recognize the smile. He’s about to start joking, teasing you, but you shake your head. Hiding your smile, you lean forward and tuck your face against his shoulder.

Luca laughs against you as he pulls you into a proper hug.

“Maybe she has a point,” he teases quietly. “We might as well just get married after all these hugs.”

You press your face farther into his chest, and Luca apologizes before he cheers, “There’s got to be a basement!”

5. You hug Luca to hide when he compliments you.

“Then,” Luca explains, stepping slowly to demonstrate the offensive move he’s showing you. “You’re going to swing a rear elbow, but step into it. Getting distance is part of the goal, but the power you get behind the hit gets you another leg up.”

“So, I step into it, swing a rear elbow, and come back to my guard?” you clarify. “All in one step?”

“Two if you move back to the start, but, preferably, yes.”

You nod, move through the motions slowly, then step back. As you step forward, you bring your hand alongside your face, pushing your elbow up defensively, then twist and step back. After completing the movement, you look to Luca for feedback.

“That was perfect!” he cheers. “You did it on the first try!”

Luca raises his hand, and you awkwardly high-five him. He steps closer to you, going through the movements one more time.

“Wanna try it in a mini-sparring round?” Luca offers.

You shrug, which Luca takes as a yes. When he raises his guard and steps forward to start the sparring round, you match his stance, then slip away from his first jab before you try the new elbow move he taught you.

“Yes!” he cheers with a laugh. “Amazing! One more time.”

Luca steps forward to go again, but you slide your arms under his and hug him.

“What are you-“ Luca begins. He chuckles when he realizes you are no longer sparring, and he doesn’t need to wrestle you off this time. Luca’s compliments made you shy, and the proximity of being in the ring with him made his arms the only refuge.

+1. You hug Luca to hide when all you can think about is kissing him.

“Shut up! No, she didn’t!” Tan exclaims.

“She did!” Street assures, nodding quickly. “100%, on my Ducati, the girl whose name was on the warrant stopped me on the way to the raid and asked if I’d give her a ride in the shop.”

“The LBC, huh?” Deacon asks sarcastically.

“Oh, please, like you’ve never been flirted with on duty,” Street argues. “Everyone here has been.”

“No argument here, my man, but you are the only one who likes it,” Hondo replies with a smile. “Most of us just move on, we don’t brag about it, playboy.”

Street rolls his eyes, and Luca chuckles as he stands. “Anyone need anything?”

Various declines and expressions of gratitude sound, and you stand as you quietly offer to help Luca clear the table. He accepts, and Tan and Street compare stories about women who flirt with them while in uniform. Hondo shakes his head and asks Deacon about Annie and the kids before their conversations are muted as you enter the kitchen behind Luca.

“Thanks for dinner,” you tell him as you place dishes in the sink. “When are you taking the food truck out again?”

“Car show next weekend,” Luca answers.

Luca continues talking about the food truck menu and the car show he’s attending, but you can’t think of anything except how much you want to kiss him. How long you’ve wanted to kiss him.

After years of working with him, falling for him, and being safe with him, you’re sure that Luca is everything you want. Now, you can’t even pay attention to what he’s saying because your mind is racing with thoughts of him and what you could be. If only you weren’t so shy.

“You good?” Luca asks when he notices you’ve stopped moving and haven’t spoken since your initial question.

You slowly shake your head, and Luca opens his arms, inviting you into a hiding hug because he thinks you’ve grown shy. Despite not being precisely what you want, you hug him.

You’re halfway there, you realize while Luca rubs your back comfortingly. You pull back suddenly when you find the confidence you’re looking for. Luca prepares to ask what’s wrong, his brows pinching as you move forward again.

In a second, the perfect hug you were in turns into the kiss you’ve been craving and needing desperately for years. With your hands on your shoulders, you kiss Luca, and everything else fades away. You’re not shy now, not worried about anything or anyone, just wholly involved in this moment with Luca.

When your lips hit Luca’s, he freezes. It’s only a millisecond before he recovers and wraps his arms around your waist to return the kiss.

“Hey Luca, get lost on the way-“ Street jokes as he enters the kitchen. He slides to a stop when he sees you and Luca, frozen as he watches you for several seconds. When he finds his voice again, Street yells, “Hondo!”

You whine shyly as you move back, and when you hear Hondo’s rushed footsteps past Street yelling for Deacon and Tan, you find refuge where you always do. In Luca’s arms.

[transmutationisms]

how do i help gazans and others if i don't have a bank account? i want to help, and i've wanted to help, but it is not possible for me to give money. i've shared posts here, liked them on instagram and shared them there as well and it doesn't feel like enough

the reality is that posts made by longtime tumblr users who write fluent english get more notes and donations than gazans' own posts because this website is racist. so, sharing posts is a great start, but there are also so many people who need someone to actually write a post for them. if you drop a reply here or send an ask off anon, i can dm you usernames of people who need someone to write them a post about their campaign; i receive (i am not exaggerating) upwards of 200 such requests per day and am nowhere near capable of even replying to all of them, let alone actually writing that many posts. i know that many of the other people on here who frequently boost fundraisers are getting similar numbers of requests, if not more, and we literally always need more people to help.

it's also helpful to write updates on fundraiser posts, whether the original posts were written by you or by someone else. an update can be very basic (amount raised, distance to goal, currency conversion if it's a weaker currency than usd because that's what most of this website uses, link to vetting info if it's not in the original post) but you can also write a few sentences about the person's specific situation and needs. updates help keep a campaign circulating and show potential donors that someone is paying attention to this person. you can do this any time a fundraiser crosses your dash, when someone messages you or sends an ask, etc.

if you are willing to commit for a longer term, it is extremely helpful to 'adopt' a campaign (or more than one, if you can), meaning you commit to continue posting about that specific person until they reach their goal. this is more work, it's more stressful, but it can also make a huge difference for the person on the other end. i can also point you toward people who need this and have asked for it, if it's something you can do.

if you have artistic skills, original artwork is often helpful for drawing attention to a campaign. even just a quick sketch of a family portrait can be helpful for getting more traction on posts. i've also seen people make banners, cartoons, pixel art, you name it. donation posts generally do better when they're short but also eye-catching, and art is one way to help with that.

and you might consider whether you have any skills, artistic or otherwise, that you could offer as a raffle or giveaway to support these campaigns. i've seen people offer art or writing commissions, research skills, aquarium passes, gift baskets, plushies, fibre crafts, etc. frankly i think sometimes these giveaways are just helpful because they reassure potential donors (yet again) that the campaign is 'real' and has people looking after it. you can offer these kinds of incentives whether or not you're in contact with the person fundraising; i've even seen some people just offer commissions or raffle entries as a blanket offer for anyone who donates to any vetted campaign.

i also want to stress again that this truly is a situation where any commitment is better than no commitment -- like, can't adopt a campaign but can write someone an original post once a week? great, that's still helpful to that person. can't do that but can commit to writing short updates on someone's campaign once a day? great, still helpful. literally any time and effort you can put in is good, it's not an all-or-nothing proposition. i think most of us are capable of finding at least a few minutes to do something on this list.

[beyondtheglowingstars]

A tough nut to crack

Pairing: Ravio x GN reader and Legend x GN reader (Not poly) Word count: 2.6k General info: You meet Ravio and get along with him well, Legend is less than happy that Ravio is flirting with you.

Excitement circulated from every vein in your body as your group was nearing Legend’s house. Hearing several accounts from the other Links about all the different and unique artifacts Legend had collected over the years was enough to let you know it was no ordinary house, and it made you get lost in thoughts about what sort of items you’d find there. Not only that, but you’d also have the chance to take a proper rest and your legs were aching for one.

If the others weren’t lying, there was a lot to see at The Veteran’s. Oh, and you’d also get to meet Ravio, but the Vet didn’t look too thrilled when telling you about his counterpart. No matter, you couldn’t wait to see what was awaiting you.

Legend opened the door to his house unceremoniously, a serious expression over his features as he told you all for the hundredth time that day to be careful, and shot non-subtle glances at Wind in specific. You heard a surprised sound from inside the structure after the door was parted open, and the person inside approached Vet.

“Oh, it has been a long time since your last visit! And you’re still with your friends, I see?” You assumed that the man in purple garbs that made his way to Legend had to be none other than Ravio himself.

“Yes, but we’re just here to rest for a day and pick up some stuff before hitting the road again.” Replied the hero with pink streaks in his hair.

At this point, the other members of the group were starting to roam the house of their comrade, a few of them almost as comfortable as if it were their own home. You were only half-listening to the conversation Legend was having with his friend, figuring that it would be a while before you got to properly meet Ravio or talk to Legend again. Entertaining yourself in the unknown house proved to not be a problem, however, as several flashy objects you had never seen before instantly caught your attention.

A loud ‘bang’ on one corner of the house had everyone turning their heads in the direction of the sound, Legend didn’t think twice about storming off towards the perpetrator, which seemed to be Wind this time as he chuckled and ran away from the angry hero. About to dash after the youngest member in the group and make him pay for whatever he touched, something had stopped Legend in his tracks.

“And who may those beautiful eyes belong to?” Your head turned to find the person that said those words.

That voice was unmistakably Ravio’s. And no doubt that compliment was directed at you when you considered he was slowly advancing towards you, no one else was nearby and beautiful green irises were fully locked on your form. The blush spreading over your face was unavoidable once you fully registered the implications of the words, but you weren’t the only one left in this state as Ravio had a faint hint of pink over his features as well.

“I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you.” The grin spread across your cheeks couldn’t be bigger.

An equally bright smile was mirrored on the merchant’s face at your reply

“That name compliments your beauty so well. I’m Ravio.” He animatedly bowed before you and when he came back up to meet your eyes, he held a proud grin that was close to basically radiating.

Your interaction drew everyone’s eyes to your direction. Eyes that you couldn’t really notice at that moment watched intently for the next move. But the momentary gazes dispersed right as Ravio held your hand and dragged you to the kitchen while asking you several questions to know you better and told you more about himself. Legend put a hand to his forehead in annoyance and sighed, the exchange was close to giving him a headache. The captain had slowly inched closer to the Vet and lightly elbowed him on the arm.

“Looks like you’ve got some competition.”

When Legend looked at the captain, he was met with smug eyebrows. He heard Wind and Wild trying to suppress laughter behind him, and he groaned.

“Shut. Up.” He gave Warriors the most intimidating look he could muster at the moment, but it was to no avail.

“But there’s still a chance. If you ever need advice on how to get your precious (Y/N) back, I’m your man.”

A surge of blood raced to his face and settled on his cheeks, he hoped the blue-scarfed hero didn’t notice. The full, untamed laughter of Wind and Wild made his annoyance intensify and he took a deep breath as an attempt to reclaim his composure. Legend stormed off to his chests to inspect his items and just get this over with, not even looking back at Warriors or anyone else for that matter.

He heard your chatter with Ravio, and while he wanted to ignore it, his mind wouldn’t let him. Even as he shuffled through his belongings, the conversation was ever present in his head and wouldn’t leave him at peace, like a mosquito bite when it starts itching.

Back to the section of the house with you and the merchant, as you came to learn what he was, he’s been looking for something through the cupboards and other storage locations in the kitchen. You were left clueless as to what he could be looking for like a rodent searching through trash without success.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything? When was the last time you ate?”

“I’m fine, thank you. I ate breakfast this morning.” You told Ravio once again that you weren’t hungry. He seemed to finally understand that you really, weren’t malnourished and didn’t need to eat right now.

“If you say so, but at least let me make something special for my new guest! What about some tea?”

Right as Legend was going to tell Ravio to stop pestering you, he heard your reply, which irritated him further.

“Sure! Thank you, Ravio.”

Legend tried to pay it no mind, hoping that he seemed casual enough in his body language while looking through the chest. When his efforts proved futile, he gave up and sat down on a stray chair as he no longer had the energy or motivation to continue his search or chastise anyone that touched the wrong object. He would simply blame Time and Twilight for doing a bad job at supervising the group. But most of the chain had settled down by now, to the Vet’s relief, as some of them chatted with one another; unfortunately he still had to endure hearing your conversation with his counterpart in the meantime.

The sound of flapping broke through the air, making Legend look up as Sheerow flew above him. The bird flew stationary right next to Ravio’s head and let out a chirp as if announcing his presence, the avian held a motionless face but even still, you could feel those black eyes stare at you in curiosity.

“I almost forgot, this right here is my friend, Sheerow! He’s a real one, let me tell you. Seems like he just woke up from his nap and really wanted to meet you!”

You stared in surprise as Sheerow mimicked every one of Ravio’s over-animated body sways that he did during regular speech, the strangest thing to you was how the bird was able to replicate the movements simultaneously with his owner’s. Not that you had much time to question how something like that was possible as the mass of white and light blue feathers flapped in front of your face. Ravio watched the interaction with the same excitement a child being given candy would. The avian perched himself on your shoulder, sitting on it.

“Ooooh, he likes you!” Ravio practically beamed and swung his body side to side in content. Your giggles uncontrollable after watching the whole scene.

“Not that I doubted he’d get along with a lovely person such as yourself, but seeing this is way better than I thought it would be!”

Another compliment had you voicing a ‘Thanks’ just audible enough for Ravio to catch, but this time, Legend also heard it; courtesy of his ever vigilant ears. The Hero of Legend half-snarled to himself at what he heard.

He couldn’t sit through this anymore, The Vet abruptly stood up from his seat and made his way outside with a stride that emitted a silent message that read ‘don’t talk to me’ that everyone inside the house seemed to have figuratively read. The front door was shockingly not slammed shut after the unamused hero closed it without looking. The air turned still and it became coated with a fog of tension that couldn’t be seen, but was definitely felt; even for those that hadn’t really paid any mind to Legend, or whatever had been happening outside their immediate range. The house was silent for a couple seconds before conversation slowly resumed.

“Oh, Link. He’s so kind-hearted and brave most of the time, but you can’t tell what’s going on in that mysterious head of his half the time.” Ravio shook his head in disappointment mixed with a twinge of sadness.

“I swear, and I’ve told him before that his stubbornness and shielded heart will be the end of him. That thing is guarded way better than any castle!”

You could only exchange glances with Ravio with a look of clear understanding for what he said as you knew very well what he was talking about, the concern shared between the both of you.

“I would talk to him myself, but for all I know, I might be the last person he wants to see. That’s the problem.”

“I could go and ask him.” You suggested, Sheerow hopped off your shoulder and settled to flying in place next to Ravio. You would question how a bird understood you the same way a human would, but there were more pressing matters at hand.

“Then, I wish you good luck. Hopefully you can get through that thick armor of his.” The merchant gave your bicep a reassuring squeeze and his face offered a soft smile.

You made your way to the front door, carefully closing it behind you before quickly searching for Legend. He was clearly not at the front of his house, you would have seen him by now. Silently walking to the back of the structure and there lies the hero, sitting on the ground with his legs extended, back leaning against the wall. Your presence doesn’t go unnoticed as he catches sight of your peeking face from the corner, he averts his eyes fast while shifting around anxiously.

No point in hiding now, you were spotted. You take cautious steps towards the hero, stopping beside him with a question.

“Can I sit with you?” Legend visibly tensed at your question, but very subtly nodded in approval.

Sitting down next to the hero and making yourself comfortable, you let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding. What came next was of no surprise to either of you, Legend knew what was gonna happen in the next few seconds.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just wanted some fresh air.” The Veteran stated, in his best effort to sound genuine and not like he was one minute away from wilting flowers and plants with a single look of his.

You didn’t want to assume anything, much less annoy Legend with your prying but his body language and mannerisms were incredibly telling that he might as well have a sign stuck on his face that read ‘I’m upset’.

“Something’s bothering you.” It wasn’t a question, it was an assertion.

“I don’t want you to be upset, I just want to help you.” You continued, placing your hand on Legend’s shoulder in a reassuring manner, half-expecting to have accidentally upset him further and be demanded you leave.

But that didn’t become real at all, the hero relaxed his body and let out a sigh, not minding the close distance. He properly looked at you this time, like you were really holding a conversation.

“I’m not upset, it’s just…” He paused, opening and closing his mouth as he searched for those words that wouldn’t show themselves in his head.

He couldn’t tell you. He didn’t want to dig his own grave by telling you what was the real issue; and neither did he want to paint Ravio in a negative light because he was acting like a kid that didn’t yet know how to handle his own emotions, it wouldn’t be fair to his friend, even if he wanted to strangle him with his scarf in that moment.

“Just forget about it.” He exclaimed, his words and aura listless as he told you.

“If you won’t tell me, is there something I can do to help you?” Your brows furrowed in determination of hoping to achieve something, and Legend got that message clear.

He averted his eyes and absentmindedly trembled one of his legs. Would you make fun of him for such a childish request? Would you stop liking him because it made him seem clingy? Would you later go to the rest of the group and gossip about him with unforgiving judgement? Or was he unconsciously making unfounded assumptions and scenarios in his head again, after you had shown yourself incapable of doing any of what he had came up with just a few seconds ago? Guilt instantaneously washed inside of him and overflowed through his pores.

Legend swallowed thickly, directing a quick glance in your direction and found patience staring back at him. He regained control of his breathing, choosing to bite the bullet just this once.

“I just want to spend more time with you.” Had you been any further away and you would have missed his words in a tone close to a whisper.

“You could have told me that earlier! Don’t tell anyone, but you’re my favorite.”

Your response made him breathe deeply, relief took over his restless state of mind. And for the first time that day, his lips curved into a genuine smile and he chuckled.

A/N: AAaaaaah I couldn't resist writing more tsundere Legend after having this idea marinating in my head for nearly a week. Pls help him get used to opening up, he's a troubled soul, also I love that skrunkly man Ravioli if you couldn't tell.

[oscarwilderthanyou]

You Kidnapped Me...Again!

Red Hood-Jason Todd/Female Reader

Hey guys! This is just a fun little one-shot I've been working on. Let me know what you think. Hope you enjoy! Just a reminder, my original works are cross-posted to AO3. Also general disclaimer, I own none of the characters used.

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I twist my head side to side in an attempt to relieve the pain in my neck. The detective to my left lets a loud snore, waking himself with the noise, and bolts upright. 

"You good there, Johnson?" I ask with a smirk.

"Fuck off," the older man grumbles in reply. He turns and leans over the edge of the rooftop were sitting on. "Any movement yet?" he asks. 

"Nope, nothing."

I hand him my binoculars and he takes a look for himself. "Who's CI brought this info in again?"

"Martin's," I grimace as I respond.

"Of course it's Martin's," he sighs. "How much do you want to bet he didn't even vet the info before passing it to the captain?

"I laugh in reply, "knowing Martin, I wouldn't take that bet.

"Silence falls over us again and I glance at my watch. "How much longer do you think they're going to keep us out here?"

"Captain seemed pretty determined so I'd guess it's going to be a long night" he leans forward, resting his weight on the ledge and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, placing one between his teeth and offering the pack to me. He lights both before turning back to the ledge. He glances over at me smirking "What's the hurry anyway, you got a hot date?"

I lightly shove his shoulder. "It's my anniversary, asshole."

He chuckles. "Oh yeah I guess it would be, that sucks. I hope you guys didn't have any big plans." 

I take another drag of my cigarette and tap the ash out on the ledge. "Not really, but with our work schedules I feel like we haven't gotten to spend much time together lately."

"I know that feeling" he says with a sigh. "When I first made detective I don't think I saw Carla more than twice a week." 

I wince. "And how long did that last?"

"Well I'm on the same last minute, all-night stakeout as you," he says, pointing out the obvious. I let out a groan and he just laughs in response. We finish our cigarettes in silence.

"So how are Carla and the gir-" my question is cut off by a loud bang from the street below. 

"What the fuck was that?" I whisper urgently.

Johnson immediately begins searching the ground with the binoculars. "I don't see anything," he replies, continuing to search. Another bang rings out, those are definitely gunshots. 

"We need to go down there," I say and Johnson nods in agreement.

We turn from the ledge and make our way down the fire escape, moving as silently as possible. As we descend I unholster my gun, keeping it ready if needed.

I stop walking as soon as we hit street level and scan the area. I listen for a few seconds before I make out the sound of footsteps coming from the alley across from us. I signal to Johnson and we being moving again, this time in the direction of the alley.

We both step into the darkness with our weapons drawn. Another gunshot sounds ahead and I swear its close enough to the see the muzzleflash from the shot. My heart leaps into my throat as Johnson and I both scramble to get to cover. The last shot didn't seem to be pointed in our direction but I wasn't stupid enough to stand out in the open in this situation.

I tuck myself into a door frame, leaning out to check for any possible threats, before concealing myself again. I press my arms against my chest, gun pointed up next to my head. I look for Johnson and see him in a smilar position further into the alley. He looks over at me from the safety of his doorway and I signal back that I'm okay. He nods and turns away to look down the alley.

A full minute passes in absolute silence and Johnson and I lock eyes again. He signals that he's going to move forward and I nod in understanding. He puts his hand up, telling me to wait. As he drops his hand in the signal to go we both step out into the alley. I see Johnson start to push forward and I move to follow him.

I freeze midstep. We're not alone.

I can sense someone standing right behind me but before I call out, a hand wraps around my face, covering my mouth. Another arm reaches around waist, pulling me back and pinning me againt my assailant's body. I try to fight him off but it makes no difference.

I see Johnson glance back and do a double take when he notices I'm not right behind him. He turns to see where I went and we lock eyes. At that moment the hand around my mouth is pulled away, allowing me to call out. Johnson sprints back in our direction but my attacker wraps his free arm around my chest, using both arms to lift me off the ground, and begins moving backwards far faster than should be possible.

I continue to thrash and shout, trying to break free. As we move I hear a vehicle approach and screech to a stop. There's the sound of a van door being slid open and I'm pulled into the vehicle. The door slams shut as the van takes off. 

My attacker releases their hold on me just as I hear my radio crackle to life. "He took her Captain," I hear Johnson's breathless voice say "Red Hood's got Todd." 

I freeze, still facing the door. Behind me I hear a metallic clasp being undone and the hiss of a helmet being removed. I turn to face him.

After a moment of silence he finally speaks "Surprise?" he says. He lifts his left arm, carding his fingers through his hair, and sheepishly smiles at me.

"Surprise? You kidnapped me!" I shout at my husband outraged. 

"Yes, but-" he starts to argue but I interject.

"No buts, I told you no more kidnapping me."

Removing his hand from his hair he wags his left index finger in disagreement. "Technically you said I couldn't kidnap you for any more date nights. This is our anniversary, totally different." He says this like it's a logical argument. 

I cross my arms and glare at him. I allow a few moments to pass in silence before I sigh in defeat, dropping my arms to my sides.  "The precinct is going to catch on eventually, Jay. This is the fifth time." I say to him.

He leans forward and places a hand on my cheek. I can't help but lean into it. "I'm sorry, baby," he says softly, looking into my eyes. "I won't do it again. I just really missed you and I was looking forward to actually spending our anniversary together this year." The lights from the passing street lights reflects off his eyes, his thumb stroking my cheek. 

"I missed you too," I tell him honestly. 

Just then I hear a phone ring. Jason lets go of my  face and leans back, reaching into the pocket of his cargo pants. He pulls out his cell phone and answers it, smirking at me. 

"This is Jason," he answers casually. His smile widens as his eyes sparkle with humor.

"Commissionor Gordan, what can I do for you this evening?" I let out a groan, knowing how this is going to go. The caller responds but i cant make out what's said. 

Jason sucks in a quick breath and responds "Oh no! What do you mean he took her again?" His tone is overly concered but he's still grinning at me playfully. I stick my tonuge out at him and he he raises an eyebrow in response. 

When it's his turn to speak again he gets back into character, "He can't keep getting away with this.  I'll be right there. Please, Commissioner, please find my wife." Another pause. "Thank you sir," and he hangs up. 

I roll my eyes at his theatrics. "So what's the plan now?" I ask. 

Jason leans over and opens the hatch separating the cabin from the rear of the van. "Hey Dick, pull over at the next corner."

"Will do Jay!" Dick cheerily calls back. 

"Dick?" I ask surprised. "How did you get roped into this riduculous scheme?"

"That's easy. I'll do anything for the sake of love," he responds wistfully.

I let out a laugh. "Of course you will."

The van pulls over and Jason and I step out. I see Dick still sitting in the driver's seat with his police radio held up so he can speak into it. He gives me a thumbs up and shouts through the open window that he'll be out in a minute.

As I go to step away from the van I turn to tell Jason goodbye. As I turn he grabs my waist and pulls me flush aginst his body. His other hand tangles in my hair as he bends down, bringing his lips to mine.  I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. By the time he pulls away I'm out of breath. 

"I love you, Mrs. Todd," he says quietly, our lips only inches apart.

"I love you too, Mr. Todd" I respond back with barely a whisper.

I hear the van door slam shut and reluctantly turn around. Jason keeps me in his arms adjusting to embrace me from behind. I feel him press a quick kiss to my hair before resting his chin on the top of my head. Dick walks around the front of the van to where Jason and I are waiting. 

"Alright, so I radioed in and let disptach know that I found you after you escaped on foot. I told them that you seem uninjured but didn't go into detail about anything else. A squad car should be here in a few minutes to pick us up." 

"Thanks Dick," I say. 

"Yeah, thanks Dickiebird, Jason adds. 

Dick tosses the van keys in our direction and Jason removes one arm from around me to reach up and catch them. 

"You should probably not be here when they get here, Jay." 

"Good point," Jason nods in agreement. He releases me and I step back, turning around to face him again. He gives me a quick kiss, still enough to still make me weak in the knees.

"Happy anniversary," he says with a smile. He turns and begins to walk away but stops and looks back.

"See you at the station," he calls back to me. "I'm sure you're too traumatized to continue working tonight," he adds with a wink before getting in the van.

"You're insane!" I call back to him with a laugh.

Not even a full minute after the van disappears from view I hear the familiar sound of police sirens approaching. 

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for holding a grudge against my sister?

A few years ago, I (25F) accidentally locked myself out of my car after taking my dog to the vet. My cell phone was around 15%, my service was low, the vet office was closing, and I was 90 minutes from home on a very rural road I didn't know.

I called my sister (29F) for help. I wanted her to get me the number for AAA since I didn't have my card on me. She told me that she was busy at work preparing for Open House at her school the next day and told me to look it up online. I tried to explain that my phone was close to dying and she replied that she was stressed out too and she didn't have time to deal with this.

After a terse conversation, I did look up the number and called AAA. It turned out that our service had not only expired, but because we had moved we would need a new account. My sister and I shared our AAA account (a gift from our dad), so I called her back again. I explained that I needed her to login on her computer and fix our account so I could call AAA for help. She yelled at me that she didn't have time for any of this and that she was really stressed out about having parents in her classroom the next day. (For context, she has an anxiety disorder and was a newish teacher.) I tried to explain again that my phone was close to dying and once it did I wouldn't have access to any communication. The vet office had closed and the nearest town was at least three miles down the road.

She just kept on talking about how stressed she was and how she didn't have time. I don't like confrontation and my sister is much more forceful than I am, but this time I really did try to push back. I told her that I needed her and that all she had to do was fix the account on her computer so I could call for help. She refused.

The conversation ended with me hanging up, afraid of wasting even more of my phone battery, and crying next to my car. I was already upset because of my dog's recent diagnosis (at two years old, she would need a really expensive surgery to be able to run again) and I was at the end of my rope. I don't cry easily, and I have a hard time expression deep emotions to anyone, even my sister. It felt like I was constantly helping my sister and being there for her and the one time I was the one upset and needed help she blew me off. I felt betrayed.

Eventually, I was able to call AAA again and make the payment over the phone. The woman was really great and got me help even though technically AAA rules said they shouldn't have started my service until the next day. I got my car unlocked, drove home, and never told my sister about how I upset I had been.

Flash forward a few months and guess who got a flat tire? Yup, my sister. When she tried to use AAA, she ran into the same problem I had -- our account was expired and no longer in the right area. She called me for help and asked to be added to my account...and I said no.

She got *really* mad at me and extremely stressed out. I did end up getting her towed, but I was bitter about it. It felt like her emotions were once again taking precedent over my own and that my hurt didn't matter.

This past week, my sister mentioned getting AAA again and asked about sharing an account. Ever since the incident at the vet, I have kept my individual policy and she hasn't gotten a new one. I said no. I was pretty short about it, and she seemed somewhat annoyed.

We've never talked about the vet incident or how betrayed I felt. I realize that I hung up the phone before I started crying so it is possible she doesn't know just how deeply she had hurt me. I also realize that it has been almost five years since then and our relationship is otherwise very solid, but I still hold a grudge about this.

Am I the asshole for still holding a grudge?

What are these acronyms?

[rhymeswithfart]

Hello,

I hope that you are well. ❤️

I am writing to you with the hope that you will help me and my family. My family is in a very dangerous situation due to the ongoing war, and I have started a GoFundMe campaign to save them.🇵🇸🍉

Can you please share my campaign post from my profile? Every donation and share can be a lifeline to my family.🙏

I would like to thank you in advance for all your support and kindness.

Vetted campaign by association! More info at op's page. Low on funds.

Im so sorry I took so long to reply. I'll add images to boost the tags

[uriekukistan]

wip wednesday !! here's a sample of the fic i started today, sponsored entirely by one of my dear mutuals as part of the ficsforgaza initiative <33

this currently untitled one-shot is about megumi needing to impress choso, todo, sukuna, and nanami before taking yuuji on a first date (with a side of menace father figure gojo bc i wanted to)

“Um, hi, I’m here for Yuuji?” Megumi said. “I’m Meg-” “I know who you are,” Yuuji’s brother replied. “Yuuji’s not ready yet. You can come in.” “Okay…” Megumi stepped inside, slipping off his shoes at the entrance. “You can wait in here.” He followed Yuuji’s brother into the family room and his heart nearly stopped. Had Yuuji agreed to go on a date on the same day as the family reunion or something? Megumi had half a mind to run outside and call Gojo to pick him up as he took in the sight of the four men staring expectantly at him, each more muscular and intimidating than the last. If Megumi was still wearing his boots, he’d be shaking in them.

if you liked this and are interested in sponsoring one of my current wips or requesting a new idea, please consider donating to one of the vetted fundraisers! i'll write a fic of your choice at a rate of 100 words per $1 donated (please send proof, w personal info blocked out). if you're not interested in this, please still consider donating if you're financially able!

[lovelylovely-stims]

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[trekkie-lkm-archive]

Kink meme archiving project: Star Trek

Hello! I've started a personal project in 2024 to archive the old kink memes on livejournal for my favourite show: Star Trek. I'll be working my way through them all slowly- so while I'm starting with the reboot one (which is a huge undertaking! will definitely take me a while) this blog will go through every single one I can find. This is not to repost fictions, you will not find actual works posted here just links to the original threads I find them on with additional links whenever possible to authors personal livejournals and other places they may have posted it, as well as a final link to where I am archiving said fics via the wayback machine-- Which seems to be as screenshots of the kink page as otherwise the comments (where the fics are) does not appear so please forgive any clunky/outdated appearances

This is not an ask blog, a rec blog, or anything else of the sort. It is purely for archival purposes to have everything located in one place-even then it is mainly to be used as a reference point for myself with my work with the wayback machine. As such asks will never be open and besides this I will not be posting anything besides links.

As it is not a rec blog or anything of the sort I will not be vetting the fics- by this I mean I will not be leaving anything (purposefully) undocumented in regards to these fics, regardless of how I or anyone else may feel about their subject matter--it is a Kink Meme and all possible warnings apply. I will be adding verbatim how the original prompts listed its kinks/warning and if an author added any warnings to the very start of the fic I will do my best to add them as well. But if you see a post and decide to read the fic it contains please do your own research if you know certain content upsets you.

I will not be saving unfilled prompts but the content that is there may not be complete either, basically as long as some sort of fill is there and available I will be posting it--If there claims to be a fic but I have no way to access it it will be made into a special post with screenshots and asks for help in regards to original content if I can not find it on any other archive-- a long shot but maybe someone knows someone who has screenshots or was the original author who can add a link to where they have saved their work!

All of this to say, while tumblr is questionable my posts may or may not end up in the tags, so I hope this pinned post is a useful as a sort of FAQ and that I don't get reported for spam or anything

projects like this are a big undertaking, and it's just me doing this, I can't be sure how fast or if at all I will complete this but I believe it's important to preserve fandom history, the kink memes are a big part of my fandom experience, and I've been so so happy to see them start to make a reappearance as 'prompt memes' on tumblr and A03, as the kink memes on livejournal are over a decade old there's bound to be TONS of fans who have never experienced them and find livejournal confusing to navigate, I'm hoping this inspires people to give older fics a try, give lots of love to those fic writers who might come across this blog, and even gives a boost to the current prompt meme revivals!

While asks are off, if you need to contact me you can reply to this post, I'm hesitant to give out my personal tumblr in case the content causes fandom wank--the internet is a very different place than it was a decade ago and terminology and kink that was commonplace in those circles may be harshly met now but we will see how it goes!

ALSO!!! if at any point in the future you see this and think this would be a good idea for other fandoms ( I know Glee has a fucking HUGE kink meme presence for example) you can just straight up go ahead and do it! no need to reinvent the wheel or ask permission if you like how I organized the info you can have the blue print-- I think the important part is archiving on the wayback machine. Think of how much past fandom history has been lost, and how much will be lost once old giants like livejournal and ff.net go down-- hell I think I even use to read fics on sites like quizzila at one point, gone now, and all the other places that existed like geocities, MAILING LISTS!! EMAIL AND GOOD OLD POSTAGE!

While A03 is doing amazing at archiving, places like the kink memes are hidden gems, so many fics are just small bits of love that don't get posted anywhere else and it's so sad to think about what will be lost.

Edit 11/1/24

I think I'm making steady progress! I know its going to be a slug getting through it all, just this one kink meme has 14 parts to it with like an average of 8000 comments each which could be like . . . at least a thousand or a good few hundred fics in each (would it be an 8:1 ratio??? i feel like that's too high) either way combined i'm looking at a good few thousand fics for ONE kink meme and there's TONS out there-- and if i manage to get through all of them before LJ gets shut down (this could very well take me years) then there's all the communities they get cross posted in who have their own fandom events and a whole bunch of fics to maybe also archive. Or just all the authors i'm finding who have other fics on their Journals who haven't been active in years! But I can't think that far ahead or I get overwhelmed, this is at its core a kink meme archive.

I've sorted out an issue I've had with a handful of fics where the adult warning archives instead of the fic. as far as i can tell there's no solution through it using the main archive (there is with other sites, but LJ is a special old girl) but there's a different archive I can use-though i cant seem to then archive THAT on the main site . . . so that's still a problem, but I've tagged those fics 'other archive' to come back to at a later date.

I have a hard time trying to locate other places people may have posted their fics if they don't leave me very obvious bread crumbs so if you (yes, YOU, the person reading this sometime in the future) see a writer you recognize you're more than welcome to tag them or add additional author info in a reblog or just whisper in the tags or reply (if this blog is still active mystery person reading this a decade in the future)

either way, i'm hoping to get through this particular kink meme by the end of the year. I know it's only 11 days into the new year but i'm really trying to pace myself so I don't burn out. I'm almost positive I can get through the first part this month so an average of one a month shouldn't be impossible (so average like a page and a half a day, which is still like 18 fics/per day)

24/1 lmao ok so I started Vyvanse, and I hyperfocused and basically archived 163 fics in the last 24 hours and finished the first of fourteen sections of the first kink meme on my list-- which is golden! Awesome! Spectacular! 410 fics in just that first part,( they tapered off from an average of 11 fics per page to 8 basically) I'm doing amazing! And--this is looking way to far ahead-- but I like to think now that I'm in a solid rhythm (of how to archive not how to pace myself) once all the kink memes are done I'll start a whole new blog and archive all the other trek comms I can find, because theres a lot of crossposting going on and theres just so many comms with their own special events and things that have been archived but on things like delicious which is gone or in blogs that have been deleted as a whole. like st-anon! But anyway I'm having a lot of fun! And I'm probably not gonna look at this blog for a week but I've got days in the bank baby!

19/2 I've reached part 3!!!! I'm right on track where I want to be mid february, there was a small decrease in the number of fics in #2 but a lot more than going through page by page made it seem-- a common theme I've noticed is misplaced comment fics, which is so fascinating! It's so easy to misplace your comment on threads, and instead of hostility or mod culling it's treated with comradery (get it?) and kindness. I'm still looking at around several thousand individual fics just for this kinkmeme and after this one there's so many more, one is already lost to a purge but there's at least one other huge one. My queue ran out the other day because I was dealing with a dead rat somewhere in my kitchen walls, very distressing, and a bit embarrassing cause this blog doubled its following in the last few days, and it definitely feels a bit strange to know that this project is getting attention. Feels a bit like I'm sitting on my bed, back to the window, and every time I peer around my shoulder I see more people peering down at what I'm doing. Which I WANT people to be able to do cause that's the whole reason I'm doing this but it's like a 'damn wish I'd thought to put pants on' kinda vibe. I don't feel very professional. But still . . . we persevere!!!

22/2 horrific news. Just realised I wasn’t counting the posts with multiple fics . . . As multiple fics. So even the posts with five individual fics. Have only counted as one in my count. The absolute buffoonery. The agonising idea of having to individually check each post. The massive urge to quit and sulk for five years. But still. . . We persevere. So I need to come back to stixk 1 & 2 and recount. But from the start of 3 we’re on track.

[creekfiend]

Hi hi you don't have to answer this but I wanted to say thank you!!! Maybe it's a little weird, but I saw your reply on someone else's post saying "those are normal dog owner things" and it snapped me right out of my stress spiral. I've been letting guilt eat me alive because my dog needed teeth pulled last week even though I brush them but you're right. Its fine. It happens. So thank you!

aw I'm glad. I was hoping I didn't come across as dismissive I just always find reminders like that helpful personally 😅 but yea that's why you take them to the vet, right? so the vet can catch that there is a procedure they need and you can take them in for it. it's part of taking care of them that they need dentals etc and that the vet can give you information that you might not otherwise have about what they need. 💜 I always get info about my pets at the vet, like, "he has a little yeast infection in his left ear so here is something for that" or "she seems stiffer in her joints, we recommend going up on this med" "she could stand to lose a couple of pounds bc we are worried about her spine at this age" etc etc. that's why we have vets to help us with stuff like this! it's ok. you're doing a good job.

[ulfrof]

Interest check for a small discord server solely for adults (18+) with traumagenic DID/OSDD

official dx not required. I'll vet people via DMs because I'm not incredibly tech savvy. No one will be required to disclose personal info, at all. Safe practices are encouraged.

I'm looking to have maybe 10-15 people max.

Features vaguely include pluralkit, lofi radio bot, that one fishing game, probably some other silly bots as well.

About me: I'm 25 years old bodily, diagnosed officially at age 18 but I've known since age 14. Polyfrag. Artist, acnh and Minecraft lover. They/them pronouns.

If anyone's interested in a smaller community server, I'll get it up and running and DM those interested with an invite! Reply or send a message/ask etc if you'd like to join.

-- Ulfr

[beyondtheglowingstars]

Ok but what if Spirit were part of the chain- somebody needs to whack me on the head with a bat

Bullying Legend is my hobby btw

Unsuspected Beast (LU Chain + Spirit)

Word count: 2.2k WARNING(S): None General info: How was Legend to be at peace when one of his enemies was freely roaming around his brothers? Not only that, but what was he to do when nobody believed his warnings and instead, mocked him? Spirit might just have a solution.

“Can someone just… get it away from here?!”

The Veteran pleaded as he tried to discourage his tormentor from getting any closer, waving his arm around in hopes of scaring the vile creature. It was to no avail. Now Legend had to keep his cool as best as he could while one of his sworn enemies hung around him, ruining his plans of getting a pleasant rest.

He tried to ignore them, crossing his arms as a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face, frantically looking for a way to distract his mind and forget the fear. But it didn’t work, nothing did, it didn’t matter what he did. He was also beginning to grow annoyed by the rest of the heroes as no one did anything to help him. A few muffled snickers made their way to Legend’s ears, he could already imagine who those belonged to, rubbing salt on the wound and his cracked pride.

“Bunch of reliable friends you all are.” Legend huffed and cursed under his breath, standing up and backing away slowly from the terrifying creature, never taking away his eyes from it.

More snickers joined the first, a few members of the chain had begun to gather around the veteran in amusement. The intimidated hero could only groan in annoyance, the frown on his face somehow managed to increase in intensity.

“Vet, are you afraid of cuccos?” Four stood beside Legend, looking at the taller man with eyebrows arching in a questioning manner and a teasing smirk.

Legend did not meet his eyes, he instead took a step further away from the smith. He let out a sound of annoyance that was similar to a growl more than anything else, feeling his face heat up considerably and his cheeks take on a faint red hue.

“Of course not, I just merely don’t like them.” Replied Legend, dryly.

They had all found out he feared the chickens, it was impossible to not notice it now with the way he was trying to avoid the avian that had walked into their camp. But even if everyone had caught on by now, Legend would never outright admit he was afraid of chickens not even if he were lit on fire on his deathbed; best he could do was to hide his fear in the most believable way possible. After all, disliking something didn’t necessarily mean that you were afraid of that thing.

“Yeah, and I was born yesterday.” Piped in Warriors with a cocky grin, enjoying the veteran’s reaction to the bird.

Just as Legend suspected, no one bought his lie. Had it not been for the strong feeling of shame coursing through his body and he would have choked the captain with his own scarf right there without hesitation. It did not help that the cucco stopped clucking and instead, stared right at the veteran, making him curse Hylia in his mind for assigning him this fate.

Those beady, black eyes made him feel uneasy, froze his body on the spot. Four noticed the silent interaction and then Legend’s body language, he was slightly concerned for Legend now.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of it.” Sky spoke as he approached the two heroes and the chicken, a prominent grin on his face that indicated he might have been laughing a little about Legend’s predicament as well.

As the bird enthusiast elected by Hylia herself, Sky had no fear about kneeling down on soft grass right in front of the rooster and looking at it with a friendly expression.

“Hello, little friend. Would you mind coming with me for a second? We won’t harm you.” The skyloftian spoke in a soft voice to the bird.

The cucco turned its head left and right to scan Sky up and down as best as it could, emitting and dragging out a high-pitched noise that lasted a few seconds. Meanwhile, Sky had been moving his hand closer to the animal. The chicken did not seem to have suspected a thing, and if it remained in the same place, Sky would be able to grab it very soon. But just as the knight is already celebrating in his head, the bird seemed to have become wary of the hand getting closer each second, examining the extremity.

In a very unexpected moment, the rooster pecked the brunet’s hand faster than he could have reacted. Strong enough to pull some of the skin on Sky’s palm with its beak, making the young man flinch and pull his hand away from the animal as he grunted in pain. The bird only trotted to somewhere else on the camp and away from the hero, as if nothing had happened and it didn’t leave a mark on the man’s palm that would remain imprinted for a few days.

“And you all were making fun of me for not trusting those things!” Legend exclaimed with a smidge of superiority in his voice now that he had more ammunition against cuccos.

“Calm down, vet. It’s not like the chicken ripped his hand off.” Stated the captain, firmly placing a hand on Legend’s shoulder while Sky could be heard voicing a similar thought to the one that Warriors shared, just not in a mocking manner.

“Why don’t you wait for it to go away? It’s gotta leave at some point.” Suggested the rancher, probably more concerned for the rooster than he was of the veteran.

“Or you could lure it away with some food.” The smith suggested in his usual tone, no longer as entertained by the scene.

Legend’s face couldn’t possible get any more red than it already was due to the mix of embarrassment and frustration.

“Do you two seriously think that-” The veteran brought his hands to his head, gripping his blond locks and ruffling his hair in irritation as he groaned.

And so began a loud back and forth between Legend against Sky, Four and Twilight, who were trying to reason with the vet and calm him down, and the captain, who was really only interested in adding firewood to the violent flames that Legend’s state had become.

Time held his head in his hands with a sigh leaving his lips. Hyrule awkwardly watched everything go down from the spot he was sitting on, but was saved by Wild initiating conversation with him while he cooked. The sailor and Spirit watched from a few feet away, with Wind giggling to himself and the engineer smiling in great amusement.

“Why do ya think the vet’s so afraid of chickens anyway?” Wind directed the question at his successor with a grin from ear to ear.

“I dunno, maybe… maybe a bad experience from childhood?” And it was only until he spoke those words that a pang of guilt hit him.

He almost laughed at Legend’s panicked state earlier, while failing to realize that he might associate the birds with a previously traumatic experience in his life.

“Ya think? But what if something really funny happened to him instead?”

It’s almost as if Wind had read his mind and had tried to cheer up his mood.

“Maybe, you never know.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Spirit spotted the long forgotten chicken again. Who seemed to be heading for the arguing group. The sailor was throwing around possible ideas on why the veteran was deadly afraid of cuccos but the engineer wasn’t there, utterly transfixed as he paid close attention to the bird’s movements. Wind went on for a couple seconds until he noticed the other teen’s eyes not on him; face expressing a puzzled look, wondering what Spirit could be looking at until he followed the general direction the engineer had his eyes on and then he noticed it too.

“… Should we tell him?” Wondered Spirit, watching as the rooster walked with a funny strut towards Legend.

Too late to do anything or for Wind to even reply. The cucco had lightly pecked the veteran on the leg for an unknown reason, Legend’s neck snapped quickly in the direction he felt the tap on and instantly jumped a few meters into the air with a yelp; not realizing that he was gripping Warriors’s tunic for dear life as he tried to scare away the chicken by flailing his leg. The cucco did not flee, instead, it felt challenged and jumped at Legend’s leg with its feet out in attack.

Attention was back on the group and this time it was impossible for everyone to stop their laughter. Twilight wheezed from his comfortable spot on a log as he watched the show, a few others slapped a hand to their mouth to stiffle their sounds, Wind was on the forest floor openly laughing, hell, even the old man was clearly enjoying it.

The captain would have laughed too if he didn’t have to keep his balance and had Legend not accidentally hit him on the face during the commotion from earlier. Even if Spirit had felt bad about getting a few chuckles from the veteran’s misfortune, he had to admit that he found the current situation more humorous than the last and now he laughed openly as well.

Half a minute passes and it doesn’t look like it’s gonna get any better, with Legend still clutching the captain’s clothing and close to the brink of screaming as the cucco keeps launching itself to attack. Spirit was the first to recover from laughter and chose to help, standing up and taking the Spirit Flute in his hands. Having walked towards the edge of the camp, he brings the instrument close to his lips.

The amount of practice he’s had become apparent as he expertly blew into the pipes to create a beautiful, soft melody. Spirit enjoyed himself as he played a sequence of notes he knew all too well, one of his favorite songs. The forest was quickly filled by the Spirit Flute’s sound, reaching every corner and delighting anyone that heard the music. It was a short melody, it was over sooner than he realized, everyone’s eyes on him the entire time.

“What was that for?” Asked Wind with big, curious eyes.

Spirit made a motion with his hand as a way to communicate ‘Wait’ as he put away the flute, and that reply seemed to please the sailor judging by his body language. Meanwhile, Legend was relieved to finally see the cucco not focusing on him and instead, run to where the engineer was standing. Spirit looked at the bird with a smile as he slowly lowered his body and picked up the chicken without any difficulty, hearing several sounds of surprise come from the other heroes right after.

A few seconds after and one of the forest birds comfortably perched atop Spirit’s head, then it was another bird on his shoulder, and then another taking a spot on his other shoulder, and then a brown bird watching from a nearby branch.

Wind watched the spectacle with stars on his eyes, believing it was the coolest thing ever.

“Wow! I didn’t know you could do that!” The sailor cautiously extended his hand towards one of the birds on the engineer’s shoulders, and when he noticed the avian didn’t feel threatened, he pet the animal with pure glee.

Sky joined the pair of younger heroes with the same interest Wind had shown.

“Mind teaching me how to play that, Spirit?” The brunet, too, pet one of the birds resting on the train conductor.

“Sure!” Replied Spirit with a grin, excited at the thought of spending more time with Sky in the future.

Meanwhile, the other heroes still at camp had gone back to their business, although Legend and Warriors were still having a quarrel about the mishap from earlier; Time could only pray that they would both stop soon, before he had to step in.

The argument stopped abruptly, but it was due to a reason no one could have predicted. Warriors and Legend remained silent as they heard more cucco sounds in the distance, getting closer each second. One chicken popped out from the vegetation and ran at the engineer with great speed, making Legend jump from and he was back to death-gripping the captain’s tunic. Warriors was about to make a mocking remark but another cucco appeared from behind him, flying high enough to collide with his head, making him squeal and run his hands through his hair as if to make sure the bird didn’t get stuck there.

Legend was about to begin laughing at the captain’s misfortune until a multitude of chicken sounds from deep within the forest were heard; one cucco ran past them, then another one, and another one and next time they blinked a horde of chickens was making their way through the camp towards Spirit. Legend was screaming bloody murder as he and Warriors held on to each other for dear life while they watched the birds invade their space more than they were comfortable with.

Wind gasped in surprise as he witnessed the chickens forming an organized line one behind the other and stood before Spirit. Sky and everyone else were just as amazed at what had just happened. Several Links approached the trio and avians with newly peaked interest, while the engineer sighed and then giggled at the sight of that many cuccos.

“Guess I’ll have to find all of you a new home.” Spirit held the rooster from earlier in front of him with a grin.

A/N: God this was so dumb lol. Also don't worry guys, Legend just watched a monster hit a cucco once upon a time and witnessed how said monster got disintegrated for doing so, he never got harmed. It was a similar experience for Warriors.

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I am back home from work and reader, I have more reports bullshit to share

Context:

No deadline has been shared for the vetting of those reports until about 8 this morning, when we were told today was the last day to finish our vetting

Around 11, I finish what I believe to be my last round of vetting

The aforementioned bullshit with English Teacher 2 happened during my lunch break

Our work day finishes at 4:30

At about 2:55, I receive a gdocs notification from H (the asshole who backstabbed me for the timetables, who is now in France but somehow still in charge of editing all the report cards) which consists of a ping and the automated mention "Assigned to you". This is in the file for another class, and associated with the "Students' reflections" section

(Students reflections are an exercise in good PR where the kids have to explain how cool our school is, what virtues they embodied this year, and what their sins were) (I'm the one adding "sins" here, but virtues is the exact word used there btw)

I send a message in the secondary group chat asking why this is suddenly appearing since editing students' reflections is the job of their homeroom teacher (I certainly don't put any of my kids' words on the report without looking at them and letting them know what edits I made and why). Answer from H: we overlooked it and we're adding it now

I (heroically) refrain from pointing out his communication is as shitty and disrespectful as ever and, merely say that several things were changed in the vetting process at the last minute and without communication, and it would be nice to have something prepared that we stick to next time. However, anticipating bullshit (and also having noticed that some tasks that were initially assigned to me + another teacher were now under my name only) I print a pdf version of the document detailing the vetting process. At this point, it is 3:13.

Enter J, who sends a message in reply to mine in the group chat saying all of it was shared before with a link to the aforementioned vetting process detail, where a mention of the students' reflections has suddenly appeared. I'm so angry I get confused and initially apologize for my misreading, before double checking my pdf version

At this point it's about 3:27. I check the info from the file: Modified by H at 3:22.

I was so fucking angry I got this close to cry tears of rage in front of my students tbh