#was afraid though that people seeing this would take it as “oh no a gross person fell asleep on me” when that is

[turtledotjpeg]

much art has been made of kurapika leaning/napping on melody and i love all of that art. so much. but i also wanted him to return the favor :)

he is doing his best to be a comforting presence in his own way (◡‿◡)

[llamagoddessofficial]

oh, this might he an idea only i've had!

the boys with a bartender s/o

i'm talking long-ass shifts, staying up til no-fucking-thank-you o'clock, that stuff

Sans: He gets constant laughs out of her. He's always the life of the bar, but anyone who knows him can tell he's trying extra hard around her and using only his best terrible jokes. The bunny monster who used to crush on him has stopped vying for his affections, because she can tell he's completely got his heart set on Mc. Though Mc still does have to harass him to pay his tab, his jokes have her ducking behind the bar to snort, or spilling drinks because she's not concentrating. He feels like he's won when she puts her head in her hands and tries to disguise her smile with a groan.

He goes there entirely for her. He used to go for the terrible food, but now he shows up for almost every shift just to see her. Grillby swats him over the skull and tells him to stop 'swooning over the staff'. He loves her smile and her eyes, he loves the way she talks to him, how she's not afraid to cut him off or dob him in to Papyrus over the phone. He has a shitty sleep schedule anyway, he doesn't mind aggravating her until the early hours of the morning.

Red: She's got a bit of a schoolgirl crush on him. He's funny, he's hot, he handles his alcohol like a champ, his flirtation is genuinely flattering. Despite looking like the sort who would grope her, even when he's absolutely shitfaced he's never leery or gross, he never makes her feel uncomfortable. Shitfaced Red makes her feel extremely pretty and interesting. One time when he was drunk, she spotted him nearly ogling her butt, but then quickly turning his eyelights up to the ceiling at the last second.

He also actively defends her at the bar; he throws hands with the idiots who get aggressive, to the point where people don't bother her anymore if Red is at the bar. The relief on her face when he takes a seat is clear as day.

... Look, he's not the kinda guy who fools himself into thinking the sweet smiling bartender genuinely likes him. But he can tell she does prefer him to the other guys. Any time things are slow, she'll come and talk to him, picking him over all her other regulars and even the other staff. It's his favourite place for a reason.

Skull: Not gonna lie, at first, she had really bad vibes from him. He'd stare at her for hours, get one drink, then stare for another few hours. She's had more than her fair share of weird guys who think they're her boyfriend because she used her customer service smile on them.

... One night, she was closing up the bar. Someone followed her out the door and cornered her, grabbing at her and not taking no. Skull showed up and knocked their fucking teeth out. Then, like the big quiet gentleman he is, he walked her to her car; once he made sure she was safe and okay, he left without a word.

Now he's her certified favourite. He's welcome anytime, and he gets drinks on the house. On top of that, now she knows he's not a bad guy, she's started looking past his scary exterior- and she's beginning to realise that underneath all the silence and scars and spooky glares, he's actually a big cute softie.

[aceditwrites]

May I request a Ben Pincus x Fem! reader? Preferably something cute, maybe the reader had an anxiety/panic attacks, or something and Ben goes to help but one of the only ways to calm the reader is physical touch? feel free to do with that as you wish.

i don’t know if this as cute as you were hoping for, but i tried! i hope you like it :)

It’s late at night and it’s dark. Darker than you’re used to. It's also quieter than you’re used to, but also louder? You're not sure how that makes sense to you but it does. You grew up in the city, there are always bright lights and sirens and horns. But here on the island, it’s quiet yet somehow the sounds of nature sound so loud. The crickets are screaming, the wind is howling, and the dinosaurs are surely stalking. How were you meant to feel safe? A dinosaur could snatch you up at any given moment and you wouldn't even know. Or would it be worse if you did see it coming? If you were about to die would you want to know? You would, right? Get your affairs in order. Or no! You’d be too scared to get anything done if you knew it was about to happen. What if you FELT the dinosaur's teeth ripping int-

“Y/n? Are you okay?” A sleepy voice asks. You realize you might’ve been muttering, oh dear, he probably hates you- “Y/n?”

“Yeah! Yeah… I’m- I’m okay.” You take a deep breath, you’re sitting against a tree with your knees to chest. Your fingers tap anxiously as you try not to think about what the darkness of the night could be hiding.

Ben looks you up and down, taking it in your body language, “You don’t look okay.”

“I’m just a little anxious is all.” You admit, though a little is the understatement of the century. 

“A little?” Ben questions as he scoots a little closer. He knows what it feels like to be anxious. Everyone does to be fair, but especially him. The boy who was afraid of everything. But he overcame it. He believes that you can too. “Do you want to talk about it?” You look at him, you and Ben weren’t close per se, none of you were. You were thrown into this situation with barely a week to get to know each other. You have no one to rely on but these people who are essentially strangers and that’s terrifying. No situation seems to be good here. People say every situation has its silver lining. But not this one. There’s nothing good here. Nothing. You try to explain this, but it comes out unintelligible through tears. 

This island brings nothing but tears. What if you never see your family again? What if you never see your friends again? What if you’ve slept in your own bed for the last time and you didn’t even know it. What if you taste your grandma’s cooking again? What if you never watch another movie with your cousins? What if. What if is a question that plagues you and everyone in the stupid park. And you can freely say everyone because you count every living person on this island on one hand. You didn’t even know when was alive up until a few days ago. You hadn’t realized you missed him until he was back. 

You hadn’t realized you were crying so hard until Ben hugged you. It’d been so long since someone had hugged you. You barely could hold yourself back when you melted into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder. 

Normally Ben would be grossed out if there were tears and snot on his shoulder but he thinks he cares more about you than he fears germs. 

You’re both just scared scared kids. It’s okay to be scared, you both can admit that. 

Ben rubs your arm as you sniffle and slowly stop crying. 

“Have you got it all off your chest?” He asks. 

“I have.” You reply. “Do you ever feel that way?”

Y/n didn’t notice when she hugged Ben a little tighter, craving human touch. Craving assurance that she’s cared for. Assurance that she’s not alone.

 “Yeah. Yeah, I do. All the time.” He sighs, “I think it was the worst when I was alone.”

“Good thing you’re not alone anymore.” You say as he wipes the tears off of your cheeks with his thumb. 

“Yeah. Good thing.” He smiles to himself. “Good thing we’re each other’s silver lining.”

He hadn’t realized how much he missed physical touch either. 

[heathersproship]

guys i dont mean to hate or anything i really don't, so i'm sorry if it sounds like that. i'm just a little confused, though. i really just wanna see proshipping from your perspective since i'm very confused and i wanna see it from all perspective. also i'm really sorry if this seems rude i swear i'm not trying to be i just wanna understand 😭

You’re good, no worries!

Proship is being decent to your fellow fans. It’s recognizing we all have different tastes, and understanding that those different tastes don’t mean one of us is automatically wrong. There’s no “right or wrong” when it’s a matter of opinion because opinions are not facts.

Here’s an analogy I hope will help.

Think of fandom like a party. Parties are fun. You come here to have fun.

Now think of fiction as the food you find at the party (since we consume it). To really narrow it down, let’s use pizza.

There’s the classic cheese pizza (genfic), pepperoni (fluff), olives (angst), olives and pepperoni combo (hurt/comfort), sausage (smut), and pineapple (darkfic) to name just a few. They’re all side by side at the table, and each one is in its own big pizza box labeled with large letters so you know exactly what you’re getting from which box. CHEESE sits on one end of the row, PINEAPPLE sits on the other. None of them are touching each other.

Let’s say you really like cheese. You’ll eat all the cheese pizza you can get your hands on, but you hate pineapple. You think it’s the most disgusting thing in the world, and you wouldn’t eat it for $1mil. In fact, you wouldn’t eat it if it was the very last morsel of food on earth and you were starving.

You arrive at the party and make your way to the table, ready to chow down on some quality food. But on your way to your beloved cheese pizza, your precious, you pass by the icky and dreaded pineapple pizza.

What would you do?

A) ignore the pineapple pizza, take your cheese pizza and walk away from the table

B) warn other people not to take the pineapple pizza because “it’s disgusting!”

C) make a scene about it, screaming “OH EWWWWWWWWWW WHO PUT THAT GARBAGE ON THE TABLE WHERE THE FOOD IS?? YUCK! GROSS! THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE!”

If you answered A, that’s what being proship is. Proship isn’t blindly approving of everything at the table just because it’s there for you to consume—it’s supporting the right for everything to be there even if it doesn’t do anything for you. (ex. I like incest, but I don’t care for smut, and if I happen to see that my bestie is reading smut while sitting right next to me, then I hope she’s enjoying herself!) It’s labeling the pizzas so people can take what they want and avoid what they don’t want. You understand that there are other people at the party, and not everything there is exclusively for you, and that’s okay. That’s great, actually, because you can eat cheese with party friends who also like cheese, and for those friends who don’t like cheese, guess what? More cheese for you! No one feels bad, it’s a win-win all around! Party on!

If you answered B, that’s less okay. While your intentions may be good, it’s ultimately not your call whether others will find the pineapple as disgusting as you do. While you could be saving someone from a potentially horrible and traumatizing experience, you could also be depriving them of a really good one. It’s up to them to decide whether they like it or not, not you. Things are a little awkward, but still salvageable.

If you answered C, you’re an anti. You make the party a lot less fun with your outburst, and now people are afraid to go near the pizza for fear of taking the “wrong” one (even though there’s no wrong answer—never has been and never will be). You think everyone who likes, much less actively chooses to consume, pineapple pizza has something deeply wrong with their brain, and if you find out a disgusting pineapple-lover so much as breathes in your direction, you’re going to personally kick them out yourself because people who eat the literal garbage that is pineapple belong outside like the disease-ridden RATS they are, not inside at parties where they could poison everyone—especially the young, vulnerable, impressionable CHILDREN—with their RABIES. And while you’re busy moralizing over pizza, making it your business what other people put in their mouths, the other party-goers are feeling bad about themselves for the crime of... simply having a different preference to yours. They can’t help what they like or dislike any more than you can. They’re not rats, and they definitely don’t have rabies. They’re not going to infect you or the (literal or figurative) children with rabies they don’t have. Some of the pineapple pizza lovers might be children, are they condemned too? Or have they simply become “lost” and you’ll “fix” them to like the “right” things? Oh, but it doesn’t stop there. Once the pineapple is gone, then sausage is the Bad Pizza, and then olives (oli&pep combo is on thin ice), until there’s only one or two “safe” options to pick from, and if the party-goers don’t like them, they’re just as bad as the pineapple-lovers, and the sausage-lovers, and the olive-lovers. Filthy vermin, all of them! Banished! Begone! And when that party has died down, you’ll find another party to go to and do it all over again! Sounds exhausting, and I don’t recommend.

...this kind of got away from me but I hope it gives you something to chew on! Let me know if I need to be clearer! I tried to make this as short as possible!

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #110

I am less of a zombie than I was yesterday. But I'm still kind of a zombie because I have only 7 hours of sleep. Lame…

I'm still remembering the concert yesterday. I remembered much of it from a movie called Fantasia. I remember the scene with the dinosaurs. And there was some other scene with centaurs and pegasi and whatnot. It's an old movie, but the animation is breathtaking, even though there are some parts of it that are racist (the scene where the black centaur is shining some white centaur's hooves is SUUUUUPER fucking gross, oh my good gravy!!). Though I have memories of this movie, I can't recommend it to you in good conscience. There's better and more wholesome stuff out there nowadays anyhow. Maybe check out Wolf Children sometime; there's a lot of nature in that, and it's about a couple of very unusual, not-quite-human children; I think you'd like it a lot.

…WAIT. I FORGOT. YOUR WORLD DOESN'T HAVE HORSES. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. FUCK.

Okay. So a winged horse looks like this:

...they're a mythical animal in my world. We have horses, but none of them have wings like this.

...And a centaur looks like this:

...These are also mythical animals. There's no such thing in my world as this. They're imaginary.

Here's some stuff about horses in general, so that you can get an idea of what they look like and how they move, and the relationship the humans of my world have with them:

...I like horses a lot, but I don't like things such as racing or dressage or whatever. I have no interest in riding. Though I would like to feed them tasty snacks and brush their hair and coats, and give them baths, and weave flowers into their hair, and maybe walk together in the woods, or lie in the grass and snuggle while reading a book.

Anyway, today I went to the place and listened to the leader speak on such things as the importance of properly grieving loss and having faith in that which cannot be seen. It's relatable to my circumstances in a variety of respects. In the course of my living, I've seen a lot more fear and pain than love. In my case, having faith means doing my best to try to remember that beautiful and good and loving things exist, even when my mind is too clouded to see them very well.

…I carry a lot of really horrible memories. My mind is often cloudy (especially when I am tired and dehydrated… like right now… whoops…), and my path forward seems hazy all the time. I'm used to the ground crumbling beneath my feet, and I'm used to people telling me that my next step will be on a solid surface only to have it ripped out from under me, and I go tumbling down, down, down into the dark. But: my version of faith involves taking that next step, even when I can't see, and even when I know that the ground beneath me might fall apart. It involves trusting others when they say that the next step is solid ground, even though I have experiences where that was a lie. It involves knowing that even when the path beneath me crumbles and fades and I tumble down into the dark, I have strength enough to crawl back to the surface, rise again, and keep moving forward.

Somewhere along the way, I learned that I don't have to be afraid of the tumble. But strangely, even though I've learned that, I am still sometimes afraid of the tumble. But it's important that I do my best anyways; I deserve to see whatever beautiful thing is shining on the distant horizon. And even if I don't reach it in this lifetime, I'll have other opportunities to try again, in other shapes, and in different circumstances.

…I hope you'll remember that these things hold true for you as well. I hope you can learn how not to be afraid of being soft and vulnerable and kind even in a world like this one. Because the worst has already happened for you, hasn't it? And many times over at that, no? And here you are, still standing, still moving forward, still steadfast, brave and determined.

…I wish you knew how proud I am of you for continuing to do your best, even after everything that has happened.

The place had a big potluck today. I brought my confit garlic and my muscat gummies to share. But there was all sorts of other amazing goodies that others brought. I wish I could share them with you, because my world is absolutely brimming with amazing cooks, and I wish you could experience the results of their efforts and expertise. But that's not how reality works, so I'll show you a picture instead:

After all that, I'm finally home. J and I took a brief walk, but I didn't see anything especially noteworthy to take a picture of. But the sky was good on the way to the place, so I snapped a couple of pictures of that:

I said in yesterday's letter that I would make a playlist of the songs I was given last night. I have made that playlist, so here it is, so you can see it, too. I think you might like these:

…That first one, goodness, it would make an AMAZING DDR song. Despite the fact that I am still slightly zombified, I am finding myself somewhat inspired to play. But the living room is being used, so I doubt anyone wants to put up with me trying to step out Horatio on Standard Mode, hahaha!

I also found Child of the Stars to be VERY delightful; for whatever reason, it kind of made me wanna squiggle. I wonder if it would make a good music box. Similarly, the lyrics for Rät are on point; I think that any person who has their giftedness and steadfast loyalty taken advantage of would find that one relatable, for sure.

…There's so much in my world that I think would delight you and show you that you're not alone. I wish I could spend time with you here just for a little while…

Anyway. Given that I'm still kind of a zombie, I will end today's letter here because I need to rest.

Please stay safe out there, okay? There are still so many doors you haven't opened. There are still so many things you've not experienced. There are still so many words you haven't sung. So don't give up, okay? I'll be right here waiting for you.

I love you. I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[changeling-fae]

4. What would your Dark Urge consider to be their greatest flaw? Is this accurate?

5.What opinion does your Dark Urge have about the Go

6. How does your Dark Urge react to waking up with memory loss?

Thanks! Starting with Nym.

4. Her temper and forever burning rage she feels that she tries to keep suppressed but is always simmering underneath the surface. I’d say yes and no to accuracy, it’s a pretty big flaw but I think her greatest flaw is she has a hard time dealing with the grey inside of herself. She sees her own failings as very black and white and struggles with the idea that it’s ok to not be perfect morally.

She doesn’t see herself as redeemable and believes her bio-father (the Bhaal essence is an added feature during conception) would be ashamed of her were he still alive (he wouldn’t be, he was a drow, he understood struggling against a fucked up environment).

5. Oh boy, very complicated. She kinda loathes them but her father was a devout follower of Eilistraee and he passed on his divine spark to her (which doesn’t play well with the abyssal/Bhaal side).

She can feel Eilistraee’s presence within her but at the same time she’s so so bitter and angry and feels abandonment that Eilistraee didn’t help her when she had been kidnapped and tortured for years in a noble’s basement after her father died when she was a child.

It was her cambion mother’s influence that had rescued her (I’m going with power up puberty with her abyssal side, first time she transformed) and she’s so bitter about it because she hates her mother.

She hates Bhaal too just on principle. Like, the cult found her after she escaped her captivity but she hates that she became a willing monster for him.

She hates that the gods play with mortals like they’re toys and she hates that they often have no choice but to play along.

Her close connection to her father is the only reason she still tries to practice her faith (in secret), because he must have found the purpose, right?

6. Lol, pissed off and frustrated. She hasn’t lost all her memories, she remembers the point of when she escaped the noble at 14 and everything back from there (her memories are important to her characterization) but the cult stuff and everything she’s been up to since is a mystery, other than some snippets here and there.

She can sense that she’s not normal, and she’s aware she’s got a beast inside her, but there’s an ominous dread at not remembering what she’s been up to in the meantime. It haunts the back of her mind and has her on edge.

And now for Casira:

4. That she’s spiritually weak. Since Selûne has swept in to take advantage of her memory loss, Casira feels all those dark urges but has the mentality of a Selûne cleric, so is in a constant state of “wtf is wrong with me”.

The loss of control of her body just makes her think she’s got weak willpower, if she tried harder, she could control herself.

Is it her greatest flaw? Nope, it’s low self esteem and low confidence in herself. It’s not her fault she’s got a freaky nasty father-god that’s constantly trying to take her over for gross shenanigans. But she doesn’t have any confidence in herself and that doesn’t help her predicament.

5. That little leftover influence in her body of Selûne from her previous life (new soul though) really messed up Bhaal’s plans and she is a devout follower of the Lady of Silver. Even before the memory loss she felt drawn to Selûne and secretly prayed to her for guidance (a light to help those lost in the dark).

Unlike Nym, I don’t think she bucks at the idea of gods playing with mortals. She sees Selûne and a few other gods as genuinely benevolent and she understands why people follow gods, both good and bad. She just wants peace in herself.

6. Scared, confused, and worried. She’s afraid of why she’s got all these violent urges and is extra concerned that she seems to be the only tadpole inflicted with them. These aren’t normal feelings for a cleric of Selûne to be feeling (Selûne really just drops the manual on her with no explanation, lol).

[galactic-pirates]

Nobody probably noticed that I didn’t ramble about Picard last Friday. Honestly I didn’t have the spoons and also honestly I just really didn’t care.

I think that was a situation where being less than halfway through TNG meant I didn’t have a stake in things. There was clearly an emotional callback with the guest character that I just had no context for.

BUT

Actually I think that is a sort of useful perspective? As without that nostalgia trip (as I only know what I read on wiki afterwards) I can tell you the episode made very little impact. It was like a non-episode.

I’m not sure do I still have to do spoilers? I guess it’s been less than a week, so warning.

The Worf and Raffi interaction was the highlight. Just give me a show of Raffi being badass snarky undercover.

They didn’t really bring the main plot along very much. It was like 2 mins around the “person from Picard’s past” nostalgia which just passed me by.

The whole “seeing peoples veins” thing that Jack Crusher is doing makes me think it’s connected to the changelings being able to replicate people more accurately. Honestly I still think he touched something he shouldn’t and maybe they need him to make their replicants perfect or something. I’m not sure. Honestly I’m expecting to be disappointed with this whole MacGuffin thing. It’s likely to fall flat.

@purlturtle theorised that Jack and Beverley were changelings. I would like this to be true as I really hate the plot of “secret baby” because they were friends before anything so still don’t understand why she would cut herself off from everyone to hide it. The whole “danger” thing… I don’t know. She just doesn’t strike me as someone afraid of hard decisions. Even if she made a decision made of fear when pregnant (and merlin knows I loathe blaming hormones because pregnant women can be sensible!) but yeah anyway, even handwaving she made an emotional fear decision, nothing stops her from taking it back. Yeah it would be “oh here’s a baby, sorry didn’t tell you sooner” but hiding it for 20 years? She is not that much of a coward.

Anyway I digress because while I hate this ^^ and think the character of Beverley Crusher deserves a hell of a lot better, I just can’t see that the proud writers who tweeted (oh boy I have something to say about that shit) about this “epic romance” when it came to Beverley and Picard talking when she explained keeping the secret - that wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t really Beverley. So it’s sad because it would be a cool theory but I just can’t see the writers going for that ‘moment’ and then be like ‘not really her’.

Anyway my last ramble is more of well kinda this I guess ^^ I am not on Twitter. Haven’t been in a decade or so. I had an account for a while when it first launched but deleted it. I saw some tweet feeds virtue of a Trek server I have now muted as I couldn’t take it anymore. I ranted about this in the nice Trek server a bit but people are shipping Seven and Shaw? Like I want to throw the man out of the airlock. He’s a piece of work. I haven’t experienced this level of dissonance of “hang on are we watching the same show?” since Once Upon a Time and the mess that was Hook and Emma as a ship.

I can’t believe that we’re getting to the half point of the season and Seven and Raffi haven’t been on screen together once. I want them very much to reunite and be together. I still want a spin-off. Give me Seven and Raffi and the Fenris Rangers, doing the friendly neighbourhood making a small part of the Galaxy better thing. Honestly though at this point I will settle for Seven just getting away from Shaw. It makes me blood boil that he has basically been emotionally abusive, taking advantage as the commanding officer, and there’s no justice.

Watching old Trek I have seen some gross stuff. I saw some last night on TNG with the holodeck producing Troi for Barclay to kiss. So so wrong. Where’s the consent? But anyway you can say it was 30 years ago and we can now see that’s wrong (it’s always been wrong but ok) but yet even new Trek seems to suffer from some very gross disturbing stuff and the poor female characters still don’t get any justice. I really would have hoped we were beyond this by now but apparently not.

Anyway hopefully next week will be better.

[thebugass]

Total Drama Questions

By @the-type-a

1. Favorite character & why? Courtney because of the simple fact that she slays. She terrifies me and intrigues me. What made you like this, Courtney? Are you aware that you're a wreck? Can I fix you? Are you okay? Questions that the show will choose to demonize Courtney over answering every time, but a boy an dream.

2. Favorite season? Season one

3. Worst season? ...All Stars

4. Otp? Courtney x Duncan

5. Top 3 couples? Courtney x Duncan, Harold x Lashawna, Alejandro x Heather

6. Create your own challenge. Kiss me...... please?

7. Describe your OC. My OCs a bug. He wouldn't do very well on total drama considering the fact that he's a bug. He wouldn't try either. He'd just bug the competition. What a lad.

8. Least fav character & why? Owen. I understand that he's the nostalgic face of the series, but dear lord, not one of his jokes has ever landed for me. If you're into fart jokes, good for you. I'm sick of it, and it's just gross for me. At least Justin had "I wouldn't know, math is for ugly people." I quote that daily. I'm also a huge Mike hater. As somebody with DID... oof. Can I have... better representation... please? I'll take anything at this point. Just don't make EVERY CHARACTER WITH DID EVIL STOP ITTTT. im the only evil one uwu :) WAIt NO I FORGOT ABOUT SIERRA. This list is going off the rails, I'm sorry. Sierra's 100% my least favorite, though. Isn't abuse and stalking FUNNY, guys? Isn't this horrible thing I had to deal with for years just absolutely HILARIOUS. Insert laughs here. No. I'm giving you judgmental stares, Fresh TV. You've been towing the line for a while, and Sierra just crossed it and then ran a few miles for good measure. Fuck you, Sierra.

9. Favorite challenge? The awakeathon. It was a down to earth, neat idea. Not to say I don't like the insane ideas from later, because I do, but it just felt so... normal. When they're getting mauled by bears, I can't relate. I CAN relate to being exhausted because please just let me sleep.

10. Do you have a favorite fan fic? Yes. You don't get to know what it is, though.

11. How old were you when you joined the fandom? Thirteen when I watched the show and fourteen when I began to stalk the fandom from the shadows.

12. Did you ever RP, if so, who? Never done a total drama RP, I'm afraid. The idea just has never appealed to me.

13. Top five girls? Am I allowed to list Courtney five times? No? Okay. Courtney, Heather, ...God, I have the Wiki pulled up. I do not like many of these poor people, do I? Bridgette's alright. I like Crimson because she has a cool design. Lashawna's a neat lass, too.

14. Top five guys? Duncan, Alejandro, Noah, Cody, and Harold.

15. Who would you join an alliance with? I'll take Bridgette or Gwen. Bridge is entirely useless and I'm not all that fond of Gwen, but they seem vaguely trustworthy. Don't let Gwen near your boyfriends, though.

16. Who would you wanna go against in the final two? Cody. I can beat Cody's ass. (Sorry Cody ily)

17. Underrated character? Courtney. Very popular character, but there is no height that she can reach that wouldn't be underrated for her magnificence.

18. Favorite TDWT song? THE ONE ABOUT BUG FUCKING. You see, I am a bug. I do not fuck bugs but you get my point. If I had one. I don't think I had a point.

19. Worst TDWT song? The racist Chinese one.

20. Is there another show you’d like to see a crossover with TD? I want a TD crossover with my OCs (non TD related) just because they'd be so concerned the entire time like "Your host just threw a shark at you are you ok" and everyone would be like "Oh no thats normal"

21. Favorite team (of any season)? The villians from all stars. Hate all stars and hate almost all of the characters but fuck if it isn't funny to shove every asshole into one house with poor Gwen.

22. Who do you think deserved to win at least once? C O U R T N E Y. She would invest the money. Responsible little gal.

23. Something you would change 100% from any season? TDWT Duncney breakup. And if that has to happen, TDAS Gwuncan breakup. I still want it to happen, but GOD. If that abomination of a ship is what you destroy my OTP for, what was the point. Oh. Drama. Right. Listen, if Duncney has to go out, let it go out for something good. Not whatever that two second long relationship was.

[inamindfarfaraway]

☔️ and 🌈 for the ask game

WIP ask game.

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

Ooh… I have SO MANY ideas all the time. I’m enough of a perfectionist that I really want to write them myself, to do it Right according to my vision, but I know logically that I’ll probably never get around to all of them. Here's a concept I really struggle to see myself committing to:

A Miraculous Ladybug fic that ignores everything after Season Two and follows Chloé committing to being a good person, at first just to make Adrien and Ladybug proud as Queen Bee continues to earn the public and other heroes' trust. It’s entirely from her perspective, so Marinette and Ladybug, etc., are written like different characters. Her character development is the main plot, but it’s a very natural slow burn. It isn’t that her rough edges are sanded down. The plot would span several months with several layers and I can easily see myself not finishing it. Her first big step is awkwardly saying sorry to Marinette and her other bullying victims. She isn’t used to shame and it’s gross. Marinette is rather forgiving, but Alya is not and ready to come at her if she attacks anyone again. But they mostly avoid her and she’s glad. She doesn’t want to be their friend, they still don’t meet her standards. She also hunts down the train driver she stung in "Queen Wasp" to apologize to him. She slowly grows more humble, instinctively selfless, emotionally mature and open to sincere vulnerability and deep connection, developing a healthier self-image and friendships. But she wrestles with her need for her mother’s approval. Her dad is happy to support her and proud of her initiative in changing, driven to confront his own flaws as a parent and politician. But Audrey is relentlessly emotionally abusive on the rare occasion she even bothers to think about her daughter; she's the main antagonist of the civilian plot as Hawk Moth is of the more episodic superhero plot. Chloé very gradually internalizes that Audrey is a bad person not worth imitating, respecting or talking to. Her stronger social life outside her family helps. Seeing her victims as people like her means acknowledging that she can be a victim like them. That’s why she’s been so afraid of it her whole life. Some major subplots:

Chloé processes that she’s had a crush on Ladybug this whole time, maybe via listening to Cat Noir gush about her and being like “Wait… that sounds a lot like my totally platonic inner monologue. OH SHIT”. She gets very flustered - she’s not one to be back down from a challenge, but how do you ask out a superhero? - and Sabrina isn’t much help because she’s intimidated exactly the same way regarding her own unspoken crush on Chloé herself. Chloé resorts to demanding asking Marinette and Alya to give her advice on asking a cool, popular girl they totally don’t know out, reasoning that they make plans all the time for Marinette and Adrien and unlike Mari, she’ll actually follow through. She does, and Ladybug is stunned and gently lets her down. She praises Chloé’s honesty and courage and says that she values her deeply as a friend and teammate. Chloé keeps it together in front of, but takes it hard afterward. Sabrina comforts her, but keeps quiet for fear of the same rejection. Though they do get closer, as it’s one of the first times Chloé’s let Sabrina or anyone see her be seriously hurt.

In light of being on that side of the equation, Marinette is like “I can be as brave as Chloé” and finally asks Adrien out and they get together, Adrien accepting that what Ladybug’s might do doesn’t outweigh what his friend is. They have an offscreen identity reveal a couple of chapters later and the next akuma attack, Ladybug and Cat are dating? Very confusing for poor Chloé. She’s jealous and mean with Cat for a while, but calms down eventually. Ladybug telling her truthfully that Chloé inspired her to confess her love cheers her up a little. Ladynoir is Chloé’s gift to the world, everyone!

Pollen is a proper character. Her personality, evolving dynamic with her holder and backstory are developed. You can't tell me that the Miraculous of subjugation was only used for good in the past, so a holder becoming more moral than less over time is a refreshing change of pace for her. She’s seen terrible things.

Helping Chloé deal with and detach herself from her abusive, neglectful parent makes Adrien, who saw firsthand the effect Audrey’s abandonment had on her years ago, realize that how Gabriel treats him is not actually okay either. Huh. He might… he might not be okay. But he’s so nice and obedient and careful! Can you be messed up and nice at the same time? So he starts to unpack all his baggage. Chloé joins the Anti-Gabriel Club with a passion, if she wasn’t in it already, and earns her classmates' belief and even admiration, especially Marinette and Alya's, by coming through as really kind, reliable friend to Adrien in his journey. They take turns leaning on each other in "Why doesn't my parent love me?" crises. They also talk about Emily. It's sweet. Adrien being a sentimonster and a Hawk Moth reveal are optional if you want to complicate things more. I do think it would be fun to see those narratives from the perspective of a Chloé who actually cares about Adrien, and for her to kick Gabriel in the groin, but it depends on how thin you want to spread the focus and how much you want to devastate the status quo.

Alya/Rena Rouge, who knows Chloé’s secret identity while Chloé does not know hers, learning to appreciate and support Chloé’s redemption and work with her in the field. But they’re hever, like, great friends. Chloé indeed has to learn that she can’t fix everything and win everyone over, from her peers to the people of Paris to her mother.

Either Sabrina gains the confidence to confess her love or Chloé gets good enough at that empathy stuff to notice it on her own. She realizes that she’s been falling for her best friend this whole time and they find their footing as a couple, with Sabrina getting more assertive and Chloé tackling her insecurities about romance because her parents are awful role models.

In the middle or near the end, depending on the structure, something big happens that shatters Chloé’s faith in Audrey and/or her ability to be loved in front of her classmates. Maybe Audrey cancels a mother-daughter trip bonding trip to focus on her work and only remembers to tell her at the last minute while she’s waiting to be picked up from school. Maybe Chloé hosts a party to make up for the one that went awry in “Despair Bear” and Audrey finds a reason to be angry about it and cruelly berates her. Maybe Mother’s Day or Audrey’s birthday goes south after Chloe put in heaps of effort to make Audrey happy. Audrey insults her child on TV in her debut, she isn’t particularly clever about it. The point is, everyone really wakes up to how little Audrey cares and wants to care. Chloé breaks down and gets akumatized into a new, angstier form (showing us an akuma's inner monologue) and dramatically fights her friends, possibly resisting the mind control. Maybe focus on Cat Noir? Marinette regrets convincing Audrey to stay in Chloé’s life, yells at Audrey and rejects the awesome fashion opportunities she’s offered her out of integrity. Alya volunteers her journalistic services in building a child abuse case against Audrey if Chloé decides to press charges, valuing justice more than her grudge.

Eventually André gets a divorce, defending himself and his daughter from his wife’s wrath, and Audrey moves back to New York. Somebody has to call her “ridiculous, utterly ridiculous”. She and Chloé have a goodbye scene that mirrors a flashback to the last time. Now as then Chloé is heartbroken, but she knows that it’s for the best.

If Chloé ever learns anyone else’s double life, it should be Adrien’s. She should deduce it from how well she knows him, and as proof that she’s able to imagine his complex interiority and her not having previously known everything about him, unlike before. In the first chapter she’d never guess that ‘her Adri-kins’ could or would keep a massive secret from her. But now she’s like “Of course he’s a superhero, he’s Adrien!”. He’s her everyday Cat Noir. Guys. The show we could have had if they were allowed to be real friends.

I know that sounds like I have a strong outline. But those are just plot point nuggets floating in a soup of Vibes. And to pull off all the slow burn arcs and interwoven threads with maximum impact, the fic would have be very long as I envision it, which is daunting and I don’t have the stamina for. So fly away, little fic concept! Find a writer who can unlock your full potential!

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

My main WIP at the moment is about Luke Castellan growing up into the problematic disaster blorbo we know and love/hate. So it’s very sad. But there are soft moments, even if they’re also sad in retrospect. Here’s Luke and Thalia being friends.

‘“My mother told me. About the pact and how I was a forbidden kid. She told me I shouldn’t have been born.” Her voice was small and unsteady. “She never did anything like this for me. It wasn’t like your mum. She just didn’t care.” She clenched her fists. Voice growing louder and harder, she spat, “I would have run to the other end of the country even if I hadn’t been chased by monsters. She’s worse than Zeus.”

Ah. So Luke wanted to punch both her parents.

“She can go to Tartarus. Like I said, I’m glad you’re alive. And not just ‘cause you save my ass every week.”

Anyone who wasn’t could go through him.

Her glare melted. “Only every week?”

They shared a brief laugh. Though her side was wobbly, her eyes were brighter. She waved her arms and twisted her wrists, taking the time to feel herself in her new jacket.

“I’ve honestly lost count. Trust me, seeing my thirteenth birthday will be enough for me. The pressure’s off.”

“I think this is the best birthday I’ve ever had. That’s pathetic, isn’t it?”

“You could never be pathetic,” he said without hesitation.’

Thanks for the ask!

[freezeher]

3, 5, 15, 20

𝑺𝑨𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 .

3. what is your muse’s biggest regret? 

[freddie mercury vc] she has a few...i'd say her biggest one, though, is not leaving with willoughby when he asked. she regretted saying "no" as soon as she did, knowing full well she'd be happier and more fulfilled wherever he was going -- it didn't matter so long as it was far away from alabama -- but she wasn't thinking for herself. she was thinking for her mom and for her community.

5. how long can your muse hold a grudge?

ethel tries not to, tries her best to be a forgiving person and practice what she preaches. she can't help but see the best in people, even if they've done horrible things. she's really only plagued by these things once she's fallen victim to the worst of it, but even then, she manages to let go. otherwise it'll just eat away at her. i don't know if there's a specific length of time it takes for her to forgive, really, but it's not immediate and it's not a super long stretch.

15. what might others consider your muse’s worst failing to be?

i know that the locals of shady grove would say it's a sorry shame for a girl like ethel to fall into the "filth" and "sin" of sex work. in the article that discusses her involvement with logan and the red velvet swing, it says:

"without her father there to guide her, it's obvious how eager she was to fall off the wagon and into a black hole of putrid fornication with anyone who would show her a scrap of attention. apparently, it's easier than you would think to give into total despair even when you supposedly have it all figured out. you're a prominent member of this community. they all look up to you, consider you a role model, and this is how you repay them? poor little preacher's daughter. what a mess you've made of yourself."

so yeah shady grove is full of victim blamers and sw haters. gross. when ethel reads this she falls into a panic attack. isaiah tells her she didn't need that shithole town anyway. she feels sick with guilt and self - loathing. now this power has been taken from her, too.

20. what is something your muse wants to tell others, but is too afraid to? 

oh, so many things. but mostly, she wants to tell them the awful truth about her father. she wants to tell them she wants no part of the life they expect her to lead.

[josiebelladonna]

so, it’s been brought to my attention that you-know-who has started yet another fic a few days after i posted the apple shed on ao3, much like how she started set me on fire after i started dead man walking as a clap back, i guess? idk that’s what it feels like. but it’s not like i can ask her, though—good luck trying to get a straight answer out of her, anyway, especially if this passage from life after death is anything to go by:

”This chapter contains excerpts from Afterglow and used with permission by the author.”

jesus christ almighty, you ever roll your eyes so hard, you swear they’d fall right out of your head? just stop doing it. just stop. it’s not that hard. i have long established the fact that plagiarism is slimy and gross, and you do nothing to rectify it, if anything you make it worse by adding a disclaimer there, so… why bother choosing to do it, especially when you know it’s wrong? i can only hope she knows it’s wrong 👀

(apparently, peter fell off the wagon in l.l.t.d., just like how joey fell off the wagon in her anthrax fics, and the chapters of the former happened to coincide with the publication of eclipse back in october, and then the subsequent chapters after that- you know what, i can’t. i just can’t. the whole thing left me exhausted in january 2021, so you can imagine my ennui now). this was funny last thanksgiving when i began dead man walking after *that* chapter of like loving the dead—”time will not heal these wounds”, it’s called if you’re morbidly curious—it’s just pathetic now, especially when i stopped giving a shit well before then. yesterday also marked three years since i signed and sealed now it’s dark, so… i guess it’s to—overshadow me, i guess? i think? i don’t know. i don’t fucking know.

really, i wish i knew what her problem was, like it must be a hellish place inside of her mind to think i’m haranguing her when she’s doing just that to me. i kind of jinxed it with dead man walking, because i now live rent-free in her mind… almost for no reason.

keyword there is “almost”.

go through her ao3 (and to a further extent, her wattpad of the same name) and you’ll see someone who gives herself to other people. it’s like she writes fic for various fandoms because it’s cool, not because she actually likes these things or has a legit crush on one of these boys like with me and alex, and when it is a legit liking, it kinda blows—again, that’s what i can gather, it’s not like i can ask her so… you know, cool your jets. i often wondered why her fics get so repetitive in the tropes and themes and it would literally explain why. you have someone who’s set in her ways and is hellbent on making my life a living hell—and i think it’s because she’s jealous of me.

really, i started suspecting this when the whole thing started, too, but i needed something firm to back it up so i never mentioned it before: she’s jealous of me. she’ll never admit it—and good luck trying to get her to admit something like that, too, she’s way too arrogant and not very bright—but i have a firm belief that that’s the case. because i’m artistic and have a background in science and i have people looking at me, and the more it happens, the more i want to create and expand.

sure, she gets the reads and the accolades and requests and everything, but at what cost? i see someone who’s afraid to fully be herself and she takes it out on me because… i wish i knew. if she wants to keep this up for years to come, be my guest, but i had enough when i started writing fever, because damn it, it’s not my funeral.

oh. the irony.  i was a guest at your wedding, but i refuse to be at your wake.

[buckymcbuttfacebarnes]

(2.3k of college tasm!peter x reader...besties to luverrrsssss??)

“That’s my pen,” you murmur, reaching across the table to nudge Peter’s hand.

“Oh, yeah, right…” he grins widely, looking up from his textbook. He keeps the pen between his teeth, “Let me keep it, since it’s got my spidey DNA all over it.”

“It’s my favorite pen,” you whisper back.

“Take it then.” He licks the pen cap before trying to shove it into your hand, which you quickly draw back out of his reach.

“You're gross."

Peter laughs at the wrinkle of your nose. He tilts his head to the side, “Germaphobe? Since when?”

You lean forward, resting your folded arms on the table. “Since right now.”

He purses his lips in disbelief, brown eyes narrowing. “Is it because I said something about my spidey spit…? Oh my god, are you scared of spiders, Y/N? You can say it, I won’t be offended. Promise.”

“Can I ask you something? If I were to say, like ingest some of your DNA or something, would I…would I catch–”

“Catch?” Peter cuts you off, “Jesus, you make it sound like an illness.”

You try to hide your smile, but it tugs on the corners of your mouth anyways. “Well? Would I?”

Peter grins back at you, mimicking the way you’re leaning on the table. He motions for you to lean closer with his finger, and you do, craning your neck out so that he can whisper his answer into your ear. Through cupped hands he whispers, “Why don’t you kiss me and find out?”

“Shut up,” you say, holding up your middle finger.

“Damn, no kiss?” he sits back in his chair, swiping a hand across his face dramatically. “Is it because I chewed on your pen? Is that what it was? Fuck…”

You try not to laugh as Peter sends his gaze up and around the library in a look of mock disbelief. He sighs through his nose, his adam’s apple bobs with a hard swallow. He shakes his head gently, “I’m sorry, I never should have done that…it…it was a line I crossed.” He is losing the fight against the smile that threatens to warm his face and crinkle his eyes, his dramatic facade quickly crumbling.

“I can tell that you feel really bad about this.”

“I’m serious, Y/N,” he beams at you now, fighting the little chuckles that bubble up and out of his chest. “I’m so sorry I chewed on your pen, and I’m also so sorry that you’re afraid of spiders and didn’t feel like you could tell me.”

“I didn’t want to offend you,” you say with mock sympathy, “you know…spiders are your kin and all and…well, I’d hate to talk bad about your family in front of you, Pete.” You’re grinning now as you whisper to him from across the table, though there really isn’t any point. It seems to only be the two of you in the library, with the exception of the three other students you’d spotted walking around and the librarian. “You know I love you and I wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings. People are sensitive about their families and I know how you can get.”

Surprised, he laughs, “Oh? And how do I get?”

“You don’t know?”

“No, please…please enlighten me, Y/N.”

“Well…” you sigh, “You’re a sensitive guy.”

“Am I?”

“You always have been, I can see it, you’re a softie.” “Is that what you think?”

“It’s what I know.”

“Oh, of course. Duh,” he nods understandingly, “Continue.”

“And because of that…your softie nature, I mean, I don’t think you would be able to handle the harsh truth about your bug kin.”

He lifts one heavy brow, “That truth being…”

“That truth being that they’re scary and gross.”

“You think I’m gross?”

“I do think you’re gross.”

Peter narrows his eyes, his mouth curled into a fond smile, “Are you afraid of me, Y/N?”

You don’t mean to, but you soften, tilting your head when you look at him, “I could never be scared of you Peter.”

Peter’s mouth opens, and snaps shut at the sound of your name.

“Hi, Will,” you smile, turning your body away from Peter to better address this guy, this intruder.

Will grins back at you, widely. He seems too happy to be there. Peter fights the urge to grimace.

“What are you guys up to?”

“Oh, Peter’s helping me study,” you send a smile Peter’s way, “he’s a genius when it comes to all this math stuff. I don’t know shit.”

“Don’t say that,” Peter says disapprovingly, but it doesn’t matter. Will speaks over him as if he hadn’t said anything at all.

“That’s cool, I was gonna try to start the essay for Langdon’s class. Have you started yet?”

Peter ignores the surge of jealousy he feels prickling in his chest and at the tips of his ears, and instead momentarily sends his gaze down towards his textbook. He doesn’t know what to do as this conversation goes on, he can’t get up and leave because that would be weird and he can’t chime in without that being weird too. He just wants it to end. He wants Will to leave the table and leave you alone and sit far away. It’s selfish and childish, he knows, and yet…he can’t help but find himself wondering how mad you would be on a scale of 1-10 if he stood up and told Will that no one likes him and he should leave. He thinks at least a solid 6, which is too high, so he decided against it.

You’re saying something about your essay topic when Peter tunes back in, “I don’t know though…I’ll probably end up waiting until the last minute and just pick the easiest one.”

“Well, if you need help, like with the writing process or coming up with a good topic…you have my number,” Will says with an inauthentically sheepish shrug of one shoulder that almost makes Peter gag. Still, he has to hold back from rejoicing as this conversation comes to its close.

“Cool, yeah,” you nod, smiling. “If you need someone to proofread your paper or something, I could do that.”

This makes Will smile, but Peter knows you had only really said it to be nice. You’re better than him in that way.

“Yeah, that would be great actually. It would be nice to have a second pair of eyes on it,” and when Will says this he chuckles, though he didn’t say anything even remotely funny. He glances over at Peter, who gives him a half-assed smile that makes him realize he's been standing there for a couple seconds too long. “Well, I’ll leave you guys to it. Good luck. Bye, Y/N…Peter.”

“Yeah. Bye, Will,” Peter waves him off. “Jesus,” he mutters once Will is far enough away.

“What?” You ask, though you already know exactly what.

Peter’s nose wrinkles, “That guy can really just talk, huh? People just don’t know when a conversation is over. Like, just stop talking already. If he wanted you to read his paper he could’ve just started there, the conversation would’ve ended a lot quicker…I think he likes you.”

“I think he does too,” you agree, failing to fight back a smile. Peter doesn’t know that the smile is for him, not for Will.

He pauses before asking, “Do you like him?”

“Maybe,” you shrug. “He does talk a lot.”

“You don’t like that?”

“I don’t know,” you laugh. “It’s charming sometimes. In certain people.”

“In Will?”

“I don’t know, Peter. I can’t tell…What do you think of him? Other than that he talks too much.”

He leans back and shrugs, palms facing the ceiling, “Oh God, where do I even begin?” The sound of your laugh makes him smile. Peter is always himself when you’re around, but sometimes he does a little extra. He is Peter, but at 120% because he knows that sometimes the extra dramatics make you smile, they make you laugh, he does the extra because he knows he makes you happy.

“Go on,” you say.

“No, no,” he chuckles. “I won’t let my opinion of him color your opinion of him. Isn’t that big of me?”

“Very mature of you, I think.”

Peter nods before clapping his hands together, “Okay. Let’s get back to studying, young lady. No more distractions.”

“You got it, boss.”

“He was dressed badly and I didn’t like his hair,” Peter spits out quickly, so fast that it’s almost one word. “Okay, okay, that’s all I’ll say.”

“For right now?”

“For right now,” he smiles, laughing at the fact that you already knew. You already knew there was more…there was always more.

Finally, when he is quiet (he had said with a sheepish little smile, “I’m serious, study time, for real.”) and you send your gaze down to your notes and textbook, Peter gets a spare moment to look at you the way he wants to. Did you know that when you come across something you don’t understand your eyebrows furrow in the same way, and that your lips part as if you're about to speak? Every time. Then they close again and he can see your eyes rereading the same line over and over and over. Sometimes you even mouth the words, very subtly, but he can see it. But even that doesn’t help sometimes. He knows that you hate asking for help, so instead of making you ask, he’ll ask you instead.

“Are you stuck?” and when you say yes, he’ll lean across the table and ask you “Which problem?” and then, he’ll walk you through each step, watching your face carefully because sometimes even when you say, “Oh, okay, I get it now,” he can tell that you’re lying. He wonders if you know how much he loves that he gets to help you, that you let him, and that he can teach you new things. Do you know all of that? Do you also know how he adores you?

Quietly, across the table you wonder about similar things. Does he know how much you love listening to him ramble on and on about math, about life, about the things he doesn’t like about a boy who might like you and you might (but don’t) like back? Does he know you love how smart he is, how kind he is? Does he know that he is the only person you want help from? Does he know that you wish you could spend all of your time with him? Does he know how happy he makes you?

By the end of your study session he is seated directly beside you, though instead of helping you with your math homework, he is doodling a picture of a little spider in your notebook, beside which he signs his name with a little heart. Your head rests gently on his shoulder, watching him scribble in the spider, accompanied by a few webs.

“Who needs science and math when you’ve got art, Peter?”

“You know, no one has ever really complimented my art talents…but now that you say that I think I might have to change my major.”

You lean forward to look at the drawing a little closer, a warmth blooming in your chest when you see the little message scrawled beneath it: don’t be scared of me. xoxo, petey.

“I thought you didn’t like it when I called you that,” you say as your hand curls around the curve of his bicep.

He swallows hard, “I guess it, uh…it grew on me.”

“You wanna go get some pizza?” You tilt your head up, your face is close to his. “Unless you're doing Spiderman stuff tonight, I’d hate to keep you from swinging on buildings…or whatever it is you do.”

“Whatever it is I do?” he scoffs. “I save the city from bad guys, like, every night. What do you do? Probably sleep, and do homework, I don’t know.” He turns his head, just slightly, so he can meet your warm gaze. You smile, and so does he. You swear you see his cheeks grow just a little pinker than usual, but maybe it’s just the light. Maybe it’s just your imagination. He swallows hard before asking, “You wanna go for a swing tonight?”

“A swing?”

“Yeah, I’ll swing you around…show you a little bit of ‘whatever it is’ I do,” his voice is soft in your ears.

You purse your lips, then laugh, “What if you drop me?”

“I would never,” he promises. The look in his eyes tells you he means it.

On your way out he offers to carry your bag, he always does. And you decline, you always do. The night air is warm. Peter offers you one of his headphones, which you gladly take. As the two of you walk you snake your arm through his and wish that you could melt into him because the seamless meshing of your bodies would affirm what you already know: he is a part of you, and you're a part of him. You settle for pushing your cheek against his arm affectionately, just for a moment. He doesn’t look at you when you glance up at him, but you can tell that he’s grinning. His eyes are crinkled at the corners.

“You know,” you sigh after a few minutes of quiet, “earlier I think I told you I loved you.”

“Did you?”

“I did.”

“Oh yeah…yeah,” he squints and nods his head, “I think I remember that. Was that before or after Will basically begged you to call him?”

You slap the back of your hand against his chest and you both laugh.

“It was before.”

“I know,” he replies, still refusing to meet your gaze. Instead he looks down at his Nikes. He kicks his feet out as he walks, an attempt to expel some of the extra energy that accompanies the overwhelming feeling of being in love with someone and knowing that they love you back.

“I meant it,” you tell him.

“I know that too.” Peter’s smiling uncontrollably, grinning so hard that it hurts his cheeks. He knows you’re smiling too, he can hear it in your voice. His head turns, and his eyes are bright and twinkly. “I love you too, if that’s what you’re trying to get me to say.”

“Say it back to me faster next time.”

He laughs, it’s so light and giddy that you might even call it a giggle. “I will.”

[5mind]

cometcalloway​:

Comet gets to his feet quickly, and he’s surprised and dismayed to see how much he’s shaking.

“You really… you really came for me, huh?” he says, taking the red unit’s hand and coming to stand awkwardly close to them. Part of him is deeply resisting the idea of making a run for it through the unknowns of a villain lair that still seems very much occupied by villains.

“That was a… a nice pose you did there,” Comet says automatically, looking all around for signs of enemies. Firing off compliments to people is a high-reward, low-risk kind of activity, and it’s completely free. You never know whose good side you’ll want to be on. Actually, he wants to be on 5′s good side very much right now. 

“Hey, do you know if these guys, um, these villain types, if they’re doing like this big elaborate game, or if like, they’d actually.” He swallows. “If they’re harmlessly recreating a comic book scenario for fun or nostalgia’s sake, is what I’m wondering, or whether they’d actually. Well, harm or hurt anybody? Do you know?“

Maybe this isn’t a good idea. Maybe he should bolt for the ‘safety’ of his makeshift cell and wait for a ransom. He’d survive a ransom, right?

___

In another part of the lab, a short man beckons over a taller one. The one who’s beckoning is wearing a sweater vest over a collared shirt (it has a floral print), with slacks. The leader is wearing an imposing supervillain costume.

“Look at that,” Piter complains, pointing to the screen by smacking it angrily with a fingernail. “The superhero robots are wiping the floor with our hired muscle. I daresay I could manage a few stitches, but we just don’t have a proper hospital. Of course they’ll need to go back to Mars Town for treatment, where they’ll be identified, and arrested, and questioned… assuming those noble technicolor tin-men are too heroic to kill them… I suppose I can’t kill them, eh?”

He looks up at his boss, doe-eyed and pouting and tensing for murder.

“I never even had time to make a costume,” he complains, without giving his boss much of a chance to speak. “I can’t let anyone recognize me if they come up here! But, oh, you know me… I just didn’t gravitate towards that flashy superhero stuff when I was a kid. It was more Star Wars and Sherlock Holmes for me. …Pony Pals? Don’t judge the Pony Pals until you’ve actually read part of the series, I don’t want to hear it. But what ever should I do… I suppose I could hide under this…gross… tarp… over here? Can I kill the Mayor if he sees me?”

And now he’s wandering over to another part of the control room to investigate the tarp. He doesn’t have any particular powers, but it is a little remarkable how long he can carry on a conversation with just one person talking (himself).

“Of course..?” Fivemind wasn’t entirely sure why the mayor would question this. It was only natural for a superhero to come running when there is a hostage. 

The compliment was met with a simple “thank you”. The machine did appreciate it but right now it’s priorities lay in making sure they were getting out of this in one piece. Or at least the mayor does. According to their databanks, and also past experience, humans were generally much harder to fix when broken.

“One of the other rangers is ahead of us.” Turning the corner, they would find the pink unit haphazardly shoving something (or someone) into a broom closet. There was blood on her sharp tipped hands. “Coast is clear for now.” 

“I am afraid we do not know much of what we up against...we were hoping you might know.” Through the units the AI had heard little odds and ends from the guards and hired thugs here - something about a boss. Quite possibly there was a lab around here? Or was this the lab? 

“I do not think it is simply a reenactment though. Considering that the footsoldiers - for lack of a better term- are actually armed.”

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Red Cage got up from his creaky little office chair as Piter directed his attention to what was happening out there in the hallways. The supervillain , although at this point he supposed it was a bit early to call himself that, couldn’t say he was surprised. But he wasn’t really expecting them to go through their base this fast. 

He was only really half listening to other man talk about -wait since when did this conversation become about tv shows and books? He didn't even get a word in. He was just going to have to get used to this until he finds a better option, wasn’t he? 

“Oh, and Piter?” What was it the other requested? Killing the rest of the staff? “Do keep in mind we are working with a limited number of hands and an even more limited hiring pool. Kill if they are beyond saving but... I would prefer at least some of us come out of this still ..functional.” 

“That includes you.” He pulled out a ziplock bag containing a N95 respirator and a pair of safety goggles from a drawer. Standard laboratory PPE. He went over to the other man and tossed the bag into his hands. “Here. In case you need to detonate the spore bombs in close range. Or we cross paths in action. We can talk about an actual costume later.”

While the strain of mold they would be using was cultivated to thrive in machines and electronics, probably better not inhale any of that. Cage hadn’t really gotten around to testing it on humans anyways. He was lowkey hoping he could use the mayor for that once all this was done with. 

“And I'd rather we get rid of the robots before the mayor.” 

[z-mizcellaneous-z]

I've seen a lot of theories on why Deku is afraid/in denial of love, but out of curiosity do you have any theories?

I’m gonna be completely honest, I more enjoy reading other people's theories than making my own up, so I’m just gonna talk about some (probably) already existing theories and add my two cents:

Izuku is simply mistaking his love for admiration. We all know that Izuku is extremely sharp and observant when it comes to quirks, battle strategies, and everything hero related. However, he’s not this sharp when it comes to romance. He’s emotionally intelligent, but only in emotions specific to hero work (anger, fear, guilt, etc). In Izuku and Katsuki’s fight at Ground Beta, Izuku brings up how even though All Might was his hero, Katsuki was the one who was actually there. He’s placing both All Might and Katsuki in the same category—the category of admiration. He’s placed Katsuki in this category his entire life, so he’s inclined to keep him there. He hasn’t yet realized that what he feels for Katsuki runs deeper than the fanboy admiration he has for All Might.

He’s afraid of the consequences of being in love with another man. We’ve seen some situations of LGBTQ+ representation in MHA, but we haven’t really seen how same-sex relationships/feelings are viewed by the public eye. There’s always the chance that Izuku is aware of his feelings, that he knows that he’s in love with Katsuki, but he’s scared. Scared of how people will react if they find out. Would they be open and supportive? Or would they be disgusted and closed-minded? Sure, friends aren’t forever and if they’re toxic he can cut them off, but what about his mother? What if she doesn’t accept him? Or even worse, what if Katsuki becomes grossed out by Izuku and ends their friendship right then and there? Izuku wouldn’t be able to handle it.

He thinks that he’ll only hurt Katsuki the closer that he gets to him. First, Katsuki gets kidnapped by the League of Villains at training camp. Izuku goes after him to rescue him, revealing to All For One that Izuku cares enough for Katsuki to come after him. Then, the war arc. At that point in the story, Katsuki and Izuku have definitely gotten closer. They’re not the best of friends per se, but they’re on much better terms than before. Katsuki then proceeds to get stabbed protecting Izuku. Izuku, seeing the person he loves getting hurt, goes fucking berserk. You all know how well that goes down. When Izuku wakes up from the coma, he avoids Katsuki and only leaves a letter. He knew that if he were to tell Katsuki his intentions of leaving in person, Katsuki would try to stop him, or worse, decide to come with him. Vigilante arc begins. Then you get to the oh-so-infamous apology from Katsuki. Under different circumstances, Izuku would have been more than thrilled at this change of heart and would have tried to actively get closer to Katsuki. However, in the circumstances of the war and All For One, Izuku seems to do the opposite. It’s like he’s trying to distance himself from Katsuki so Katsuki doesn’t get hurt because of him. So you can imagine the pure agony that Izuku’s in when he sees Katsuki’s (at this point still) dead body. He knows that if he lets his emotions and feelings for Katsuki take the wheel, he’ll lose the fight. He’s trying to distance himself from his feelings because he’s aware of how intense they are. 

And yeah, that’s it lol. I’m like 95% certain that these theories have been discussed in much better detail/with much better evidence than this, but this is just my personal take on them :)

[iamasimpingh0e]

Heyyy I back because I loved your last piece on connor thanks for doing it

This time could you like do connor rhodes x reader and the reader goes in to labour similarly to how natalie did and connors in surgery so she's stressed he won't make it but he makes it in time to see their kid be born

It was a close call

Connor Rhodes x reader

Words: 1036

Summary: Y/n gives birth and Connor almost misses it

"Come one y/n, you know it's stupid." Connor tries back to snap at you, but he wasn't really supporting your opinion right now.

"No, don't y/n me. Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I can't work. Also the ER needs me right now. You out of all people should know that we're really understaffed at the moment" You snapped back.

You just wanted to go to work like you always did. Aside from that you were also really needed, because a lot of your colleagues caught the flu.

But Connor really didn't like the idea of you going to work while being highly pregnant, especially not while it's flu season.

"No, what if you get infected as well, or worse? You never know what viruses are flying around in the ER." He tried to argue back.

"Oh come on. That's the least of our worries. I just can't stay at home another day, while knowing that people don't get the fast help they need at the moment. Also you know that we're wearing masks while treating the flu patients." Connor knew he wouldn't be able to change your mind so he just let out a sign.

"Alright, get ready. We're leaving in 10."

So you hurried up to get ready real fast and pack the things you needed for work today. 

Today was a very rushed shift and as much as you wanted to be working, you were looking forward to sorting on the couch again.

Not only your feed, but also your back was killing you.

Aside from that the baby was kicking a little too much today and it hurt a bit.

"Hey y/n I know you were going to get lunch but could you please take over this patient?" Maggie asked you, and even though you would have loved a break, you took the IPad from her hands and went to treatment room 3.

"Hello Joshua, I'm doctor y/ln. What's the matter?" You asked the young man that was sitting on the bed.

"Nothing really. I was just not feeling well and my friend wanted me to get it checked out." He answered.

"In which way exactly aren't you feeling well?" You needed to know more symptoms. 

"I just felt a lot of dizziness and headaches the last couple of days."

You stepped forward and pulled out your torch to shine him in the eyes.

"Okay follow the light please"

You didn't really like what you saw.

"April, let's send him up for a CT and blood tests. Also please inform doctor Abrams." You said.

Just then suddenly Joshua had to vomit and half if it went over your shirt. Luckily before anymore could land on you, April already handed him a bowl.

"Okay, let's act fast." You told her with a grossed look on your face.

As you stepped out of the treatment room you suddenly felt a really sharp pain in your upper abdomen followed by a splash.

"Oh no!" You muttered out.

Luckily for you Maggie saw what happened and was by your side in no time.

"Alright I guess you're going to have a baby" She tried to calm you down.

"No, no Maggie, I can't, not now. I got puke all over me and Connor's not here. Where is he even?" You started to panic, your emotions all over the place.

"It's all fine. You can change when we're upstairs and I'm gonna try to reach Connor. Everything will be okay honey." Maggie was trying everything to help you, but what you didn't know was that Connor had to perform a difficult surgery at the moment, that couldn't be stopped. Also she had to find someone to replace her , because she didn't want to leave you alone.

Another sharp pain reached you as you stepped into the elevator.

"Maggie I can't do this, I'm not ready"

You were really afraid of what might come.

"Y/n, I really don't want to hear all of that bullshit. You will be amazing and you and Connor will be the best parents ever." 

You really appreciated her words and wanted to thank her, just as another contraction hit you.

This time it was much worse than the ones before.

"Okay, let's get you out of those clothes and then let's have a baby alright?" Maggie said

"But Maggie, don't you have to be in the ER?" You asked.

"No. Right now you're my highest priority." With that you two went into the room, you were about to give birth in.

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"Alright Mama, it's time to push" The doctor told you.

"No, no. Maggie Connor's not here. He has to be here." 

"Sweety, you can't stop now, you have to keep going." She took your hand. 

Just as you were about to push, Connor ran into the room.

"Oh god, babe I'm so sorry, I'm here."

Your eyes started to water up, just out of pure happiness that he made it and the pain you were feeling. 

"On three," the doctor said. 

"One..."

"Two..."

"Now push"

So you started to push as much as you could. "Okay y/n just one more time" Maggie said. So you tried again and suddenly cries filled the room.

"Congratulations, it's a boy. Dad wants to cut the cord?" The doctor handed Connor the scissors.

After your baby boy got weighted and everything he got handed to you. This was the first time you held your baby boy in your arms.

"Look at him, he looks just like you" you couldn't stop the tears from running.

Connor left a kiss on your forehead and then on your baby's.

"Yeah kinda , don't he?" This made you crack a smile.

"Congratulations to you both." Maggie came towards you both.

"So what are you gonna name this little angel?" She asked.

"We thought about Liam David" Connor looked at you.

"Yeah, Liam for my brother that died last year and David in honor of Dr. Downey." You told her.

"That's perfect. Alright all leave you three be for a while." She gently stroked your shoulder and left with a smile.

"Hey, Liam, welcome to the family." You said as you gave him a light kiss. 

A/n: pls tell me your opinion and send requests if you want to

[absolutepokemontrash]

The Brothers With an MC That’s Only Soft for Them

So, cute Headcanons are my kryptonite! Please enjoy, my fluff loving brethren!

Lucifer

We at Stupid Headcanons inc. recommend that MC does not inflate this bastard’s ego further, but if they choose to…

Lucifer, the morning star, a high ranking demon, does not need MC’s affection… that was a lie he C R A V E S it.

This pairing is actually quite complimentary, Lucifer is only soft for MC, MC is only soft for Lucifer, perfectly balanced.

MC shouldn’t expect Lucifer to be too reciprocal to their affections in public until they’re both neck deep into the relationship, but in private, hoo boy.

The “good job!���s, the hugs, the quick pecks on the cheek, all of it just made Lucifer practically melt. He adores all the affection, and it’s all for him.

Finally, someone in this house appreciates him…

“Lucifer, try not to overwork yourself, if you need anything, just ask, okay?” “Thank you, MC.” “Hey MC! I need help, pass me the remote.” “YOU CAN WALK OFF A CLIFF BELPHIE! Love you, Lucifer.”

And to be honest, some of the roasts are funny, but MC, dearest, please dial down the sass near Lord Diavolo.

Mammon

Of course MC’s favourite is the Great Mammon! Heh, who else would it be? Not that he needs this human’s affection or anything!

…screw it, please MC, give him more head pats.

Hand holding, hugs, resting his head on MC’s lap… Mammon’s really living the life.

In public Mammon is constantly trying to get MC to shower him in praise and affection in his own weird tsundere kind of way. It’s good thing MC is always willing to give their demon all the love they have.

It just makes him so happy that all of MC’s affection belongs to him, it makes his greedy little heart sing.

MC’s love and care tragically does not save him from being caught for his shenanigans, but MC, stone cold bitch that they are, will always do something bad to get strung up next to him.

“MC, what’re ya doin’ here?” “Oh you know babe, just hanging around.”

Nothing makes him smile more than when they stick up for him, to MC, he isn’t scummy trash, he’s the great Mammon! Their super amazing guardian! He does what he can to live up to MC’s image of him!

Since Mammon’s super supportive of his human, he’ll always provide reaction sound affects whenever MC delivers a verbal smack down.

Levi

MC likes him? Must be a joke. Who’d like a gross Otaku like him…?

The human exchange student apparently.

They’d listen with a look of pure adoration on their face whenever Levi would ramble about his favourite anime, they’d help him organize his figurines, they’d play video games with him…

Man… MC’s really playing the long con here on this practical joke.

When Levi isn’t drowning in self doubt, he absolutely loves how sweet and gentle MC is around him, a side only he gets to see… *swoon*

A cold mean character that’s only soft for their love interest??? That’s one of Levi’s top five favourite romantic tropes!

Levi’s often taking notes on MC’s snappy remarks so he can sass people while he streams, he’s not too good at it, so he just streams with MC present. His viewership goes up whenever exponentially whenever MC says anything.

“Someone in the chat just said I must be insanely lonely-” “There’s no way in hell you’re lonelier than that guy at night. His bed ranks number one in the top ten loneliest places ever.”

Satan

At first, Satan took more of an analytical interest in MC’s attitude, they’re either suicidally impulsive or very confident in their ability to run from danger if they think they can sass demons and get away unscathed.

Once the two connect and MC goes soft for him, it’s game over. Satan’s weakness is cute things, and nothing is cuter to him than his usually mean MC raining affection and compliments down upon him!

Satan finally has a leg up on Lucifer! The human adores him and isn’t afraid to talk back to that pretentious motherfucker-

MC sits in Satan’s lap and the two read together, they smuggle cats into the house, they lay in bed together plotting the downfall of their enemies… just normal couple things.

Sometimes MC just sits next to him and makes a particularly nasty quip at someone else, then give him a big ol kiss on the cheek.

It just makes him oh so happy…

“Honey, I brought you tea!” “Ah, thank you MC.” “I took it from Lucifer’s private stash of relaxing tea :D” “You really are my soulmate, aren’t you?”

Asmo

Gasp! MC’s so mean! Do it more!

Asmo, sassy god he is, appreciates a good snide remark or twelve, so he’s always got a front row seat to MC’s shennaniganery.

Before the pact, he was back in the peanut gallery with Satan wondering when MC’s words would come back to bite them, but after the pact, nothing’s touching the human. Their sass is completely consequence-less as long as Asmo’s around!

These two are a match made in hell, literally. Asmo and MC get to be so in sync that they manage to make each other’s insults better by working together.

“I’d give you the name of a few surgery places but I don’t think they implant brains into unlucky people like yourself.” “They might be able to implant a better personality though~.”

Asmo’s fully willing to flaunt his relationship in public. Sort of in a “look at us! MC’s only nice to me! Eat shit losers!” kind of way.

It isn’t all vanity and insults, MC always finds a way to make Asmo feel better whenever he’s feeling down. MC makes sure to tell Asmo as often as possible that they love him for more than just his looks, and it makes the Avatar of Lust swoon.

Just as long as MC never turns their razor sharp wit on Asmo, he’s their cheerleader forever.

Beel

Good choice, MC.

Despite his resting bitch face, Beel’s a big softie, everyone knows that, and as the Simpsons said, ‘the strong must protect the sweet’.

Well… MC isn’t as strong as Beel, but they will verbally eviscerate anyone who even dares insinuate anything not nice about their precious gigantic cinnamon roll!

“Listen up bitches! Not you Beel, we’re all glad you’re here.” “^_^” “Y’ALL ARE IN DEEP SHIT.”

Beel loves how affectionate MC is! Doesn’t matter if it’s in public or private, he and MC are almost always at least holding hands.

MC always has emergency snacks on them, they never get upset when Beel eats everything in the house, they just smile and hand over whatever food they have on them and help fix the problem.

Beel is probably one of the only characters who would try and get MC to branch out and be nicer to everyone and not just him. Whether this works depends on MC.

Belphie

Does he deserve this? No. Did he almost start crying when MC began to show him genuine care and affection? Yes. Does he nearly die of laughter every time MC snaps at someone? Yes.

Belphie’s not sure why MC decided that they were going to love him of all demons… but they just… understand him.

They listened patiently and offered a shoulder to cry on, even after he hurt them… their understanding, their compassion, just wow. Belphie really lucked out.

MC lets him nap, fluffs his pillows, reminds him to wash his pillow cases and comforter, gets him sushi, like geez… what a simp… *sniffle*

In return, Belphie offers cuddles. Cuddles and quality time together. For the first time in how many millennia Belphie is going to get off his ass and do something for someone if they ask.

It’s a miracle.

Belphie isn’t one for flaunting a relationship but… he may just let some people know that this super mean human likes him the most by giving his human a quick kiss.