#which caused me to have a meltdown which I was trying VERY hard to hold back and not sob my eyes out in front of my boss

[worldssilliestserpent]

bruhh the world really hates me this week

[ellecdc]

single mom lily x fem!reader?

reader works in an ice cream shop and cute little harry (im imagining hes like 4/5???) absolutely adores the place so lily brings him in for ice cream all the time and falls for reader bc she is just so good with harry

ok here's my attempt 😮‍💨 thought this idea was so cute though!

single mum!Lily Evans x fem!reader meet cute

Lily was very lucky and very grateful that Harry had been a generally easy child. He was so much like his father that, whilst it didn't translate into the romantic relationship most parents wished to enjoy, led to a wonderful son and the best co-parent a woman could ask for.

And because Harry was such an easy-going child, she was trying very hard to stay patient with him as she frantically texted with James.

L: James Potter, where in the buggering fuck is this ice cream place that has ‘spiderman’ ice cream!? J: LOL oh god sorry. It’s on the boardwalk near the ferry. L: Thank you 😮‍💨 J: He making a fuss? L: I think we may have been moments away from a stage five meltdown. J: Thoughts and prayers 🫡

One meltdown avoided later and they were finally walking into the quaint, family owned ice cream shop on the boardwalk by the ferry, just as James described.

“Oh no!” Harry cried dramatically, holding his little hands to his face.

“What is it, Haz?” Lily asked, looking around to see what could have possibly caused such worry in a five and a half year old. 

“The man!” He explained.

Which explained nothing at all to Lily, still looking around the shop in confusion.

“What man?”

“The man with the spiderman ice cream! He’s not here!” Harry cried, turning to his mum with tears magnified by his glasses as they began pooling in his eyes.

She was racking her brain for something to say to the boy when a bubbly voice trilled from behind the glass ice cream displays.

“Hello there! What can I get for you two?” You greeted the pair with a beaming smile. If Lily wasn’t so caught up with Harry, she would have likely taken a moment to admire your radiance.

“The man!”

Lily watched as your smile fell only slightly and you tilted your head in confusion. “Which man, sweets?”

“The man with the special ice cream! He made it after my favourite superhero!” Harry cried with a stomp on his foot.

Lily pulled Harry towards her as she offered you an apologetic smile.

“I’m so sorry, he came here with his father last week and I-”

But like a beautiful ethereal angel sent from Lily’s own personal heaven, you waved her off with an easy smile. “Not to worry at all, love. My dad is the better ice cream server, so I understand your disappointment, little man.” You empathised. “But!”

Harry perked up at that, standing a little taller as he looked at you expectantly. “He did tell me that a certain hero may be coming in to look for some special spidey ice cream; could that be you?” You stage whispered the end of your sentence to Harry, causing him to squeal in delight.

“Yes!”

“Oh thank goodness.” You said with a dramatic sigh. “I thought I was going to have to erase your memory for giving away trade secrets!”

Harry squealed in excitement again and shoved his face up against the glass casing to watch you start expertly scooping ice cream, completely unawares of his fingerprints and foggy breaths creating more work for his newfound hero.

“How many scoops, my man?”

“Five!”

“Uhm,” Lily interrupted, placing a conciliatory hand on her son's shoulder. “Maybe just two.”

“Mum!” Harry whined, but you just laughed.

“Sorry kid, mum’s the boss.”

Harry acquiesced with one more groan, but grinned when he saw the size of the scoops you were serving him.

“What about you, mama?” You asked after handing Harry his cone, watching as the boy made his way to sit at a table with his red and blue ice cream.

“Is it really spiderman ice cream?” Lily blurted instead of answering your very normal, professional, and polite question.

You barked a laugh, but Lily was pleased that your laughter was because you found Lily funny rather than at her expense. 

“Between you and me,” you whispered conspiratorially, resting your arms on the glass counter and your chin on your hands. “It’s just moonmist ice cream, but this batch used too much food dye, so instead of the normal light blue, pale purple, and pastel yellow, it turned out a little more…super.”

Lily looked back to her son, happy as can be with his super ice cream as he watched boats sail by in the harbour. 

“Brilliant.” Lily whispered as she turned back to face you, only to find you smiling softly at her already.

“Yes.” You agreed, though Lily wasn’t quite sure what you found brilliant. “So, what can I get you?”

“Oh.” Lily responded dumbly, looking hastily through the options before opting for two scoops of rocky road. 

“Fine choice, m’lady.” You said before scooping, once again expertly, the frozen treat onto a cone.

“Is that what you usually get?” Lily asked suddenly. You seemed surprised at her question as your eyebrows migrated to your hairline and you looked up to consider her.

Lily hoped to all hell that her blush wasn’t as furious as it felt.

You smirked before your eyes flit back up to hers. “I’m more of a strawberry girl, myself.” You replied quietly, shooting Lily a wink.

If her blush hadn’t been furious before, she was certain it was now. 

Lily paid and Harry shot you a “thanks ice cream lady!” as they headed towards the exit with their ice creams in tow.

“You’re welcome, little man! Stay super!” You said with a wave.

“I will!” 

“Hope to see you and your mum here again soon.” You said quieter this time, sending Lily a kind albeit shy smile. Lily was certain you’d be seeing the two of them here again.

[brnesblogposts]

Something to avoid your wip.

Of course only when you’re comfortable with it. How about Bucky takes care of reader who has anxiety?

And he is just a sweetheart? Maybe best friends to lovers?

Bucky barnes x reader with anxiety

i think i hate this and im also not sure if this is an accurate anxiety description even though i have it this might be a very personal to me kind of situation

It’s a team bonding day and Tony has dragged everyone out to a restaurant for dinner, you were anxious for it but you mentally prepared yourself and told yourself the usuals like ‘it’ll be over within a couple hours’ or ‘you don’t have to eat if you don’t feel like it.’ This time they weren’t working though.

As soon as you got into the car with Sam and Bucky either side of you and Natasha up front with the driver your palms started sweating and you felt nauseous and your flight or fight response was telling you to get out of there and run to your bed where you felt safe.

Bucky noticed your anxious demeanour instantly, you and him were really close as you were the recluses of the group, liking your own space and not being too fond of crowds or partying. He gently lay a hand on your thigh to let you know he was there, it was grounding and when he started stroking up and down your leg it took your mind off of the anxious feelings a little bit.

The car journey was manageable with Bucky doing everything he could to make you feel better like letting you fidget with his metal hand. When you arrived at the restaurant he helped you out of the car and the thoughts came racing back and you started pacing back and forth and flapping your hands to try calm yourself.

“Are you okay?” Sam had asked but you ignored him focusing on self soothing.

“You guys go on in i’ll stay here with her for a second” Bucky quietly told the concerned group before turning around and frowning at how anxious and worked up you were.

“Doll” He gently called out to you, knowing when you were like this you didn’t like talking.

“You don’t have to talk back okay? But i’m so proud of you for coming out tonight, I know you didn’t want to and I know it’s hard for you but no expectations okay? We can stay out here as long as you need to and even then if you don’t feel like seeing everyone I can get the driver to drop us back at the compound and we can do whatever you want.” His sweet voice helped sooth you a bit as you took deep breathes. After a few minutes you turned to look at him.

“What do you wanna do, sweetheart? Wanna Go home or do you wanna try the restaurant?” Bucky knew you’d already pushed yourself by getting in the car alone and he didn’t want to cause a complete meltdown by forcing you into another uncomfortable situation.

“I wanna try” You whisper quietly, you hated not being able to do normal things and lately had been trying to push yourself more and more.

“Okay” Bucky nodded and gave you a reassuring smile sticking his hand out for you in case you wanted to hold it but you shook your head and pointed to his metal one instead. He instantly understood that you found the cold metal to be soothing. You took his metal hand and a deep breathe and the both of you approached the restaurant.

“There they are!” Tony shouted as the both of you went to take your seats which were luckily next to each other, you tried your best to fake a smile as you sat down not letting go of Bucky’s hand.

Everyone was chatting away and laughing having fun, you were looking at the menu but the thought of even seeing food made you feel ill so you pushed it away and of course Bucky noticed.

“If you don’t eat here you promise me you’ll eat when we get home?” He asks, he doesn’t get upset if you don’t eat out as he understands when you’re anxious that’s the last thing you want to do. You nod in response and he kisses your temple as you lean your head on his shoulder still taking deep breathes because you want to be able to get through it.

A little while later as you’re still fiddling with Bucky’s metal hand you hear your name being called in the distance, eventually you snap out of it and notice Natasha is asking you a question, all eyes are on you all of a sudden and the weight of their gazes sends you into a panic and before you know what you’re doing you’re racing out of your chair and out of the restaurant letting the cool air hit you as you start to sweat and shake and cry not just because of the anxiety but because you couldn’t be normal and sit through a dinner.

Not even a minute later Bucky comes running out frantic but when his eyes land on you he lets out a sigh as he sees you crouching outside the restaurant dry heaving, it got too much for you. He can’t help but feel as if it’s partially his fault.

“It’s okay, i’m here, you’re okay” He reassures you as he keeps his distance as not to stress you out anymore.

“Wanna go home” You say through broken sobs and heavy breaths and he instantly pulls out his phone and tells the driver to pull up. You’re so out of it and disassociated you don’t notice him coaxing you up and into the car, buckling you in and sitting on the other side keeping a close eye on your shaking form.

When the car pulls up outside of the compound Bucky is quick to get out and go around the other side of the car to open the door and help you out. He walks you to your room and helps you get dressed into comfy clothes and wipe your makeup off, he settles you into bed and is about to leave when you grab his arm and silently ask him to stay, he understands straight away and climbs in beside you, holding you close. Laying your head on his chest listening to the soft beats of his heart, eventually you fall asleep feeling safe and relaxed knowing Bucky is there with you.

“Sleep well babydoll, I love you.” Bucky whispers into your hairline before giving you a soft kiss.

i kind of rushed the ending once they got in the car to get home because this has been in the drafts for days i’m sorry

[deathmetalunicorn1]

What about the gods (thor, Poseidon, buddha, shiva and hades) with a s/o who usually is the literal live version of " ;-; " emote but one day she just breaks down crying and scratching her arms violently in their room because of all the bottled up emotions

(☞ ᐛ )☞Also a reminder to not bottle up emotions cause it messes you up later

Hope your day is going well (*˙︶˙*)ﾉ

Sensitive Reader

Thank you for your kind words my dear one, and thank you for your patience with this. I am getting better with expressing my emotions after bottling them up for years as I didn’t know how to express them or talk about them easily.

-They knew what they were getting into, dating you, they knew you were a sensitive person, one that could cry very easily.

-You see a butterfly, you’re crying over the beauty, you see people holding hands and he takes your hand, you’re crying, you watch Homeward Bound by yourself because nobody else wants to watch it with you (this is me L), you’re ugly crying.

-Be it happy, sad, or mad, you can cry very easily, and they know this, but unlike previous lovers, they are at least understanding and try to be accommodating, rather than your exes who told you to grow up or stop being so sensitive (once again me L).

-There wasn’t a day that went by that you didn’t cry for one reason or another, but if he was with you, he was quick to have you wrapped in a cuddly hug.

-There were days however, sometimes you could feel it coming, sometimes it blindsided you, when you would hit a breaking point and having a major meltdown, to the point of hurting yourself, just overwhelmed and hypersensitive about everything around you.

-You didn’t answer his texts or calls, which was a warning that something was wrong, as you always at least answered his texts.

-He let himself into your home and could hear you crying, almost to the point of screaming and sprinted to your room, throwing the door open.

-You didn’t even hear him, curled up on the floor beside your bed, your blanket pooled around your hips, fingers scratching up and down your arms, trying to calm yourself down, but you must have been doing it for a while, as your arms were red and raw, and he could see pinpricks of blood starting to appear.

-You were pale, hardly able to breath, breaths coming in raspy short pants, pupils dilated, heart in your ears, and you felt both cold and hot, as you felt like you were burning up but shivering, all at the same time.

-Poseidon- He lunged quickly, hugging you so he was hunched over you, his head resting on the back of your head. Your cries stuttered as you flinched hard, being shocked out of your dissociative fit, a sharp gasp leaving your lips. You tried to move, your cries quieting but your breathing still harsh, trying to calm down, but he held you tightly, refusing to let you move. Once you were calm enough so he could pick you up, he carried you into the bathroom and sat you on the edge of the tub. He tended to your arms first, before helping you wash your face, he spoke gently, telling you to take deep breaths and that you were okay, no once making you feel like you were being a burden. Once you were cleaned up he wrapped you in your blanket and held you on your bed, hugging you close, stroking your hair, pressing soft kisses into your hair, telling you that he was there for you.

-Buddha- He knew he couldn’t ask rashly else he could scare you which could make you hurt yourself, but he needed you to stop as quickly as possible. He ran to your kitchen and got a cup of ice cubes before returning to your side. He kneeled and down whispered your name, you flinched, looking up at him and quickly put an ice cube to your lips, forcing it into your mouth. The ice shocked your system, giving you not only a sudden cold stimulant, but something in your mouth and giving you water as well. It took two more ice cubes to get you calmed down, but once you were, Buddha turned you into a Y/N-burrito in the biggest blanket you had, as he knew to make you comfortable, just in case if you crashed or went into shock. The whole time he was talking gently to you, kissing your forehead, lulling you to sleep while holding you to his chest, grounding you.

-Shiva- He knows not to panic, having three wives and a potential fourth in you, has given him a lot of experience with things like this, but seeing in you in such a state made him freeze, but only for a moment. Shiva quickly approached you, grabbing the blanket and wrapped it around you slowly, shushing you as you gasped harshly, looking scared as he pulled you out of your fit. He held you to his chest, making good use of his four arms, hugging you to his chest as you broke down, weeping into his chest. He picked you up and laid on your bed with you on his chest, stroking your hair gently, whispering calming words, bringing you down from your high. He wanted to help you get cleaned up, but he decided he would help you with that after a nap, you needed it.

-Hades- He raised three brothers, each one with their own issues and challenges, he’s got this, but just because he knew, doesn’t mean he wasn’t worried to see you in such a state. He hugged you quickly, mainly to grab your hands from causing any more damage, and shushed you gently, stroking your hair and slowly bringing you down. When you started to hiccup that’s when he picked you up and put you on your bed, wrapping you in a big blanket before he went and got a cool, damp washcloth and a cup of ice water, instructing you to slowly sip on it while he dabbed at your forehead, face, and neck, cooling you down. He held you close once you finished your water, telling you how strong you were and that once you rested for a while, you and him would talk about things as he wanted to help you as best he can.

[im-a-marion3tt3]

A little drabble of Phantom having a very bad day. Tw/Cw for sh and dissociation (depersonalization)

"....." "... ...tom" "Phantom" "Phantom" "Hey, are you with me?" A soft voice mumbles from somewhere around him. He's not too sure who's talking to him.

Today had just been a bad day to say the least. It started off this morning when he dropped his breakfast, ruining half of it and with that, his appetite. As he went to clean up, he tore his pants in the cabinet and tripped in the process, causing him to have a meltdown for lack of better words. Swiss told him that it was okay, Mountain could fix the pants and that he'd clean up the spill so Phantom didn't have to worry. The young ghoul stormed away to his room, still in tears and flopped onto his bed, hiding beneath the covers as he cried himself to sleep. It wasn't until 3 pm that he finally woke up once more, which annoyed him because he wasted the entire day. He changed his clothes but they didn't fit right, his pants were too loose and his shirt was too tight. He didn't have time to change again, having practice to go, so off he went, only to get his sleeve caught on the door. He couldn't cry over this though, not now, so he sucked up his tears and kept moving. Practice went without a hitch, that was until he started playing wrong. It got him a scolding from Dew, stressing that he knew Phantom could play the part and the fact he wasn't doing that was unexpected, especially since they were trying to figure out how everything sounded for their new album. Softly, he had apologized, looking down at his feet as they took it from the top. He tried so hard the next time but still couldn't play correctly this time, it was as if his fingers were made of lead. All Dew had to do was turn and look at him to get a harsh yell of "I'm sorry! Fucking replace me at this point if it's such a bother!" And with that, he threw his guitar down, much harder than one should ever set down a guitar, and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The rest of the band was left speechless, their usually bubbly youngest was simply not himself. Phantom went and hid again, needing to be alone. He found himself in the pantry in the kitchen, closing the door behind him as he sat in the far back corner, under a shelf, his tail spilling into his mouth. It was a bad habit but the slight sting of him biting it helped to ground him a little bit. However, he didn't realize when the biting became sucking on it like a child as he slowly started to zone out more and more. Eventually it was dark, darker than the lightless closet he was sitting and Phantom felt light and airy but as though he was no longer within his body. It was scary. And that brings us to now.

Phantom looked at Rain, his eye round and fearful as he nearly bounced on his band mate in a hug, his tail slipping from his mouth. The water ghoul steady himself, startled by the attack, before carefully wrapping the smaller in a hug and picking him up. He took the 2 of them out of the pantry and set him down on the kitchen counter. Rain held him a little longer before slowly pulling back, grabbing Phantom's hands.

"Why are you so scared?" Rain asked softly, having seen his expression. It caused another panic look and for phantom's tail to flick in panic.

"It's okay, Tom, I have you. It's just me and you right now, no need to rush your words," he continued, holding onto the other a little tighter and offering him a genuine look.

"I wasn't.... me" he says, far more panices than Rain had ever heard. He wanted to fill in the blanks, to say something along the lines of that he understood and Dew should have been nicer but then again, Rain felt like there probably was more to it.

"What do you mean by that?" Rain spoke in a soft tone, trying encourage more.

Phantom felt too panic to speak though, no words coming to tongue so he tried to charade it, gesturing to himself then upward before covering his eyes all while shooting a silent prayer to Satan that Rain would get it.

Rain did not get that but he still spoke gently, "That seems really scary, I'm so sorry," before pulling him into a hug.

"Dew wanted to speak to you if you feel up for it, he's not mad at you. Promise. I think he's more mad at himself. It doesn't excuse what he did, but he's under a lot of stress right now." Phantom just nodded and leaned against his chest. Dew could wait, Phantom just needed someone to hold him for a little bit longer

Sorry for taking so long to post 😭 I'll try to get more frequent. Also, I'm sorry if it's very jumbled and not the most cohesive, I'll try to get better at writing again

[mrsnancywheeler]

Hi hi hi ok ok so like, ive been obsessed eoth Phoebe Bridgers recently while writing my own song and stuff since i get to write a report on like a bunch of different artists for college and im including her in it.

But what i cane to say is that Billy and muse FULLY remind me of Moon Song.

More specifically the lines

"You couldn't have. You Couldn't have. Stuck your tongue down the throat of somebody. Who loves you more. So i'll wait for the next time you want me. Like a dog with a bird in its mouth"

Like i dont know of it makes sense?? But like it just reminds me of them because of the fact that like this part of the song is practically talking about the denial of the idea of someone wanting another. Like, the relationship is unsteady and theres always that chance that someone else will come along (in this case other groupies) who would take away that attention or love or what ever it is. And then the dog analogy too?? Because the verse ends with a 'mm' to replicate the sound of a dogs whimper and begging to just get loved by another. Like the dog is a sign of trying to stay loyal, trying to stay devoted even going as far as bringing back a token to win what was had before back into their life (the bird).

AND AND THEN THERES THE LINES OF

"But now I am dreaming. And your singing at my birthday. And ive never seen you smile so big"

Like she's litterally trying to imagine things where better than they are. But in relation to Billy and muse, i fully interpret this line as muse's naivety at the very VERY beginning of it all and before that cycle starts back up. Like she's imagining things will be okay, things will work out and that it was 'just this once' or something like that.

But then theres also the line:

"But you're holding me like water in your hands"

Basically aluding to the fact that every time Bully has betrayed muses trust, it causes that break to happen and for her to fall apart all over again, just like water would when someone tries to hold it, it falls through the cracks and pours out of the palms.

Im probably like thinking wayyy too much into this but like I just wanted to share my thoughts haha. Also love your writing, like i cant express how many nights ive soent just re reading and re reading because my god it is so good. Anyways bye byeee

YES THIS IS SO REAL (again I'm humbly asking for forgiveness for taking so long 🥺)

muse knows very quickly that there will always be other girls, groupies, that he'll use to make him feel like he's not tied down, that he hasn't shared his feelings with someone, his love. and she's desperate for him not too, to put it behind her when he shows any morsel of wanting him. and whenever things have been good and she can slowly see him falling into old habits after saying something he feels is to revealing, too commiting, she's desperate for him not too. she gets clingier, tries to praise him more, offer him more sexual favors, anything to try and stop him. but one, her trying so hard shows she cares which reminds billy why he loves her and he doesn't want to think about that, two she's not letting him detach easily which makes it an annoyance, and three it's easier to snap than to admit wrongdoing. muse really does remind me of a puppy dog, coming around with big puppy dog eyes, snuggling up begging to be pet, whimpering for attention, any bone thrown she'll fetch and bring back.

muse totally convinces herself the first few times that it was just once, well a couple missteps, but it'll be alright. there's a whole future of good things, right? and he feeds enough into the illusion that the picture is almost complete before he starts to tear the photo up.

yes, yes, yes, eventually the water will slip through every crack possible, leaving only droplets also searching for escape, it might not happen quickly, but he provides the cracks and even if she's desperate to stay, each meltdown brings her closer to emptying his hands.

i love it when y'all think into it, it's so beautiful to have a community to overanalyze things with the silly little characters I've created in these universes, and I love it 💋 thank you so much for sharing, and that's literally the highest compliment. stuff like that keeps me writing because I'm so glad you can find enjoyment in it and re read and re read, I'm glad to share my thoughts and for them not to just be mine. bye!! ❤️

[kakusu-shipping]

4, 5, and 6 for the agere asks for.... all of your BNHA regressors? :D

That's... a few too many characters for me to answer all in one ask, so let's limit it to just The League sense they all go together well

minus a Dabi icon because I can't find flags for any of my headcanons for them

Asks from Here

4. Does your regressed f/o collect things? If so, what is it and how much do you enable it?

I'll enable my League babies in anything and everything, first of all. Second, the only one of the four who actively collects things is probably Himiko. She's a bit of a hoarder of anything she deems cute and tends to just pick things up and stuff them in her pockets.

Not an active collection he does on his own but Tomura has more Dog stuffies than much anything else, though he does also have Pokemon and Minecraft ones his older self has placed on shelves he can't reach because they are Mint Condition back at AFO's manor. He use to get pretty fussy about that some times, but it's become less of a problem sense moving to the Bar.

Jin and Dabi don't collect anything, nor do either of them have much that could be considered a collection (or much at all)

5. Does your regressed f/o have any gear that they want really bad? If so, what is it?

Tomura and Himiko both get everything they want without question, so neither of them have anything they really really want at the moment and are rather satisfied with their little gear at the moment.

Jin is constantly back and forth about wanting a pacifier. He's worried he'll chew right through it and ruin it, but it'd make it harder to talk making the other him less likely to say something he doesn't agree with (tantrum triggering when they fight), but also he'd have to take off or at least lift his mask to put it in his mouth which can easily trigger an even bigger meltdown than infighting does, but also also he sees his Big Sister Himiko and Baby Brother Tomura each with want and his tiny baby heart is just so over come with jealously he can't contain it. If I got him one, I'm almost sure it'd fix the whole thing, but just cause another problem, so I'm waiting patiently for him to decide himself what he wants.

Dabi doesn't have any little gear and refuses any I've tried to gift to them. They try very hard to push their regression down and ignore it, and they don't want me or anyone else in the League to be apart of it. I try to give them space, but I have hidden a few of little Dabi's favorite snacks around their room, along with some sparklers to play with. They seem content enough with that for now.

6. What is your favorite thing in your regressed f/o’s playroom?

For Tomura it was back at the Mansion, he had a crib with a mobile on it, it was the only thing his father had ever contributed to his Regression space, so of course it was his favorite. It played a lullaby as it spun I'd never heard before, and always put Tomura right to sleep. I wonder if it's still there...

Himiko has a lot of toys, most of which she's stolen from dollar stores and gas stations, but one Jin got her; A 4ft tall Valentine's day Teddy bear. It's big and soft baby pink holding a big red heart. I ended up cutting the heart free from the bear's stomach so now Himiko can wiggle herself behind it and sleep in the bear's arms. It's very cute <3

Jin doesn't have playroom per say, he doesn't have a lot of gear either. Rather than sit still somewhere with toys and games he'd rather follow me, Magne, or Himiko around while regressed. Though out of the few things I've seen him get attached to I think my favorite is the baby blanket Himiko got for him. It USE to be soft baby blue but he won't let me wash it at all and carried it everywhere with him, cries into it, uses it to cover his face, and sleeps with it, so it's gotten pretty grimy and is more of a muted color now. Himiko thinks it's gross now and won't touch it, but I've convinced her not to comment on it, sense if she doesn't like it, Jin is likely to throw it away... and then regret it.

Dabi, much like Jin, doesn't have a little space or many little items. Usually when they regress they lock themselves away in their room and don't come back out until they come out of it, so I don't know what their little space looks like, or anything they might comfort themselves with... I hope they're okay in there...

[bonefall]

May I hand you my totally not entirely projection autism adhd Squilf?

She has a very scattered brain that is coped with by doing certain tasks, she counts twigs and stones (how she does patrols is she has certain twigs for each cat and manages them like this, if anyone messes with her little figures she has a bit of a meltdown). She has a very hard time pin pointing feelings as well which was where a lot of the Ash Bramble drama came from, she didn’t ever pick up on the little clues the two put out and only recognized either’s feelings for her when they came to her and told her directly. Squilf has bouts of energy she often gets out by going on quick runs around the forest or swimming (usually with her tail or I think little flicks of her ears, almost constantly moving in some way). She has a hard time recognizing that she doesn’t always have to be of use to the people around causing her to either overwork herself or feel absolutely horrible for taking any breaks at all (also nudged by Bramble I bet). To me I think she either is very impulsive or thinks things so through they drive her mad, it’s either split second decisions or indecisiveness. Very strong sense of justice where she most aligns with her father, she just cannot accept rules that don’t make sense but also holds the ones she feels do make sense very close to her heart. Squilf also makes a lot of rules she forces on herself like a certain amount of prey she has to catch or how many patrols she has to get done to feel fulfilled. She also has a very tight and set schedule that she really likes to follow but also often strays from because of her scattered brain making her feel a little lost sometimes.

Sorry this got so long I just have a lot of thoughts on adhd autism Squilf

Fighting over Squeef like a dog toy because I also project my own self onto Bonefall Squirrelflight

Her brain is full of things, but not in an organized way that is easy to communicate

She uses figures a lot yep, I like to think they help her not leave people out of her daily plans

When she communicates, she's good at identifying feelings but only in how they Feel, in a physical sense

She'll try to articulate her feelings as "That's sitting under my skin" or "I'm sad but in a sharp way, like claws on my heart just before they pierce"

For people who legitimately try to understand her, this is perfectly good communication.

For people like Brambleclaw, mocking the way she communicates is an easy way to hurt her and make her doubt herself

Misplacing things is common, it's easy to mess with her by 'tidying up' her belongings.

She SEEMS to have boundless energy, but focusing on tasks that feel pointless is physically painful

Very good at delegating authority, puts a lot of faith in other people and knows how to make others feel included

When she tries to stick to a rigid schedule, it feels like she's always leaving something not done

Motivated by service to others

Enjoys attention and public speaking

Deep sense of justice and passion

There's some overlap with your Squilf but this is my Squilf, BEHOLD.

[genderqueerdykes]

Our Hunt for a Home Continues: February 19th - 24th, 2023.

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We received a call on February 16th about an opportunity that had opened up with a low-income housing program designed for disabled people. We had been waiting on this opportunity for 4 or 5 months and were ecstatic when the call finally came through. The other units we were looking into renting were in the worst part of town, and charging $700 or more per month for a 1 bedroom or studio unit.

We were instructed to head over to this apartment complex on Feb 20th to fill out paperwork. We hopped in an Uber and went on over. We were shown the unit, then handed an application, told to get a $16 money order to cover the application fee, and come back and hand it all in. Well, it sounded a lot easier than it ended up being.

We don’t own a car and can’t drive due to disabilities (hallucinations, dissociation, anxiety, you get the picture). So in order to get this money order, we asked what places nearby could get us one. We were told to head to a local Circle K. We looked on Google Maps, saw it was 3 minutes away, and started walking. Well, it thought we were in a car, so it meant 3 minutes driving time.

After walking for about 15 minutes before realizing something was up, our legs felt like jello. Our left leg had a pinched nerve in it that day and was sending shooting pain up our hip and down our thigh with every step. Our hypermobile & arthritic joints were already screaming in pain and our feet needed a rest after just one city block of walking. We had to call another Uber. The problem was, for whatever reason, our cellphone service provider has abysmal service in the downtown Albuquerque area.

We lost service about 5 times trying to hail Ubers over the course of the day, causing us to have several public meltdowns. It’s hard to stay calm when your phone is on 20% battery, you keep losing your only way to hail a ride, and you’re in too much pain to walk anywhere where someone can help you. After a long fight we got connected with a driver who was very understanding of our situation, despite our language barrier.

They took us to several locations for free, as we first went to a Circle K gas station that didn’t do money orders, then attempted another gas station across the street, then a bank, and so on. It took a lot of stops but the driver didn’t mind, as I was paying for the longer stops across town. I didn’t care either because it became apparent that it was President’s Day after I tried to go to a bank and it was closed. I almost gave up, but decided to call the Circle K near my home, who turned out, did do money orders. I redirected my driver from dropping me off at home, got the money order, ran back to the apartment complex with just half an hour to spare before they closed.

Filling out the application filled me with dread. The desk staff person was very nice, but she was very blunt about the entire approval process. Because they can only take a percentage of your earned income, they are a very strict program that requires each tenant to pass a credit score check AND an extensive background check that monitors ALL of the renter’s history. She told me that this part of the approval process is where a lot of people get turned away. A lot of people don’t make it, she said.

After handing in my application, I knew it was fucked. I had been holding my breath and waiting for this unit. It seemed like it would come right in time- just right before the 28th, when I’m set to be homeless. But I got the call 2 days later where she said I was denied, due to an instance of unpaid rent in my past. I sighed heavily, asked her if I would be able to apply again after I got that sorted, and she said yes.

I freaked the fuck out, texted every local friend that I could, and let them know of my predicament. I was very lucky in finding a local friend whose roommate is leaving in 2 weeks. They are willing to charge me $495/month, which is way lower than anything I’ve been able to find on the market. We agreed to help each other out until I can figure something more permanent out. It’s not a solution I’d like to take, as I barely know this person, but if it helps both of us, so be it.

The instance of unpaid rent in another state was due to us having lived in Missouri at the time, far away from friends, family, and medical care. We were living with some folks at the time who ended up ghosting us after we helped them move in together. It left us stranded in a very cold state with unsurvivable winters and no programs for homelessness. There was no medicaid or other insurance that would cover me. I couldn’t even get my proper medical care while there, and after a while, my partner and I at the time decided we needed to leave for some place cheaper and safer. The heavy winters were too scary for us, as two people who have been homeless.

The landlord here would not allow us to terminate our lease early despite us expressing that it was an emergency and we literally could not stay any longer due to my health failing severely while in the harsh winters. I was developing arthritis symptoms that I had never seen before, and I was getting so sick that I couldn’t function. Still, my landlord wouldn’t budge and said we had to pay for the rest of the lease. We refused and left anyways, but the landlord didn’t care, I suppose.

I found out today that there is potentially help to get this debt paid for and consolidated, which will make me eligible for the low-income housing program for disabled people once more. I am not going to hold my breath that this is a fast process by any means, but, I am hoping that they will be able to clear that up so I can ever hope to rent an apartment of my own again. My credit score is 9 points under the threshold they wanted, so that will be my next goal…

The only other units in the city I could find that can drum up a lease for me with my circumstances were trying to charge $685/month and $725/month, one of which being in one of the worst parts of town. I would have to pay a massive $650 deposit at both of these places, plus have to get utilities set up in my name, as well as get internet set up for my job, and a lot of other costs that will not be apparent at first, but will stack on very quickly.

I am very scared moving in with roommates in general- I am not afraid of my current roommate, but I have lived with many, many different roommates, in many different places, for many different reasons. Roommate situations fall apart very easily. Money is almost always the thing that tears roommates and friends apart- whether it’s someone not paying their portion of the rent, not buying enough groceries, not paying for a bill, gambling, shopping when they can’t afford it, and so forth…

My case worker helped me contact a local Christian charity who does housing programs and we were able to contact someone who actually seems like they can help me with permanent, long term housing- they said all of their programs are permanent, but are best suited for people in low income situations and poor health. When they asked where I was headed my case worker said a friend’s couch, and this was the first person on the phone who said, after learning about my income being a fluctuating thing, “well now that makes me even more nervous- because if she* can’t pay that $500 one time, she’s very well gonna be right back out on the street. Roommate situations almost always fall apart. I don’t feel like that’s safe for her.” [*”She”s in this context referring to me/my system.]

This charity requires that the individual stays for at least one day at a homeless shelter in order to get an official letter of homelessness. I have been to and spent time in several shelters in my city, I don’t mind one day if it means a potential future of secure housing. They told me a lot of other things that sound quite promising. I just have to hope that I can hold out until they can get something prepared for me. They said they have furnished units that are basically ready and waiting…

Staying with a friend for now isn’t the end of the world. In fact, I’m going to save some money by not having to pay for a deposit, movers, and potentially storage, now. But I’m nervous, as any kind of roadblock can cause this situation to fall apart. Disagreements, not getting a lot of money from Etsy one month, physical and mental illness, personal issues, and other life stressors can cause a lot of problems. Plus, this person may eventually decide they want someone else to move in instead, as it is their place, not mine, and that is their decision to make.

With any hope, I can get my past rental dues cleared, and have a better chance with these programs. I am hoping and praying, but that will take time, more time than I have. It is February 24th, 2023 as of writing this, and I have to be out of my apartment on February 28th. I have to have all of my possessions and myself and my pet rat out on this date, or else police will be called, and my things will be thrown on to the sidewalk, and into dumpsters. My case worker confirmed that this is the case, and I have known people who have gone through this personally.

I am very frightened. It has been hard to stay calm. I’m not exactly excited to be working with a Christian charity as someone who is visibly trans- “”female”” birth marker and deadname, but High T body, deep voice, and short hair. It’s caused problems with domestic violence shelters in the past, and can cause problems with religious organizations. I just have to hope and pray that these people love Jesus more than they hate queers.

My case worker was pretty convinced we’d be able to get our hotel stay covered by some local programs, but after 2 hours of phone calls this morning, we discovered that all of the hotel voucher programs in town have used up their funds, and the majority of them require the individual to have a child, which I do not. I have littles, but they’re system kids, not bodily ones, but they’re not so kind as to consider any of that.

I honestly didn’t anticipate any of those programs coming through. I’m just hoping that I’m able to be able to afford the two weeks in an extended stay hotel and that not too many more things come up. I didn’t really want it to have to come to this, but it’s either this, or sign a 1 year lease for 1 bedroom apartment in the least safe part of town, for $685+/month. I can’t afford that, it’s unrealistic. As much as I’d like to totally have a place all to myself right now, I can’t do it unless one of these programs actually works with me.

Anyway, I just wanted to explain why it’s been so hard for us to post regularly lately. This has all been over the course of one week. One of the worst days of our collective life was on Tuesday, having to run around town to get a money order just to be told we won’t have a place to live come the 28th… heart breaking. It felt very uncomfortable to beg friends yet again for a place to stay, but this is the life of queer, poor and disabled people. We have to do what we have to to survive and it’s not pretty. Sometimes it involves putting strain on people you love and none of us want to do it.

With any hope our disability benefits get approved sometime soon and we won’t have to wait much longer to afford to live. But until now things are very tight, and any help that we get goes directly toward our survival and staying off the street.

This is why we take the time to thank everyone we can for their help and support- it makes all the difference, especially when programs that are designed to help people like me fail miserably, or have unexpected roadblocks. Every bit of help, even the smallest donations or purchases from our store enable us to stay safe, and we appreciate each and every one greatly.

We will try to post more updates as things progress. We are finding it a bit easier to endure this when we share updates, as it helps give people an idea of what life is like for people who aren’t quite so privileged. Things that take others a few minutes can take hours for us, given our lack of reliable transportation and inconsistent health.

Thank you for reading, take care, stay safe, and I hope you find an easier time staying sheltered if you are a similarly disabled, poor queer person. It’s not easy out there. We have to take care of one another, it is the only way.

Rook

[mintyvoid]

i hate grocery shopping- and I mean not /just/ because of rising prices, but they always spike my anxiety

and it honestly just got worse after covid.

i hate how they feel like i'm walking into a cage. You physically can't walk back out the way you came, and can only leave through the cash area. If it's busy enough (and there's no self checkout which for a very long time there wasn't, tho even if there is- it could be crowded too) you simply couldn't leave if you didn't have anything to buy. All the cash lanes were full and are only one person wide.

I appreciate a lot when it's easier to leave, but it's still really stressful that this is the norm.

With the 'got worse with covid', the one I go to removed all baskets. I find using a shopping cart a stressful thing, easier if I'm with another person, but I'm already having a hard time navigating high populated areas. Adding a shopping cart to that just makes it worse... Plus this specific location doesn't have a drop-off indoors, only outdoors or when you come in. I remember being able to drop them off indoors before- but i could be misremembering.

I prefer to use a basket, I like making smaller trips and kinda have to when I don't drive and walk home after. My hands are small and can't carry too much, baskets are great. I've been tempted to start using a reusable bag as a basket, but I fear about being accused for stealing.

I've realized eventually that a big reason why I don't like going out and shopping in general is cause of how needlessly stressful everywhere is. I know a lot of it a chocked up to my anxiety flaring up, but like..it comes from somewhere. Many moments of being forced to speed up or move out of the way or not being able to move or being accosted for doing/saying the wrong thing makes it a possibility everywhere. Makes me anxious to go anywhere for fear it'll happen again. I can only do so much work on myself in preventing a total meltdown, when the outside world continues to like- do shit like that lol

and it sucks cause i love consuming product like the next person. I also just enjoy browsing aisles and just seeing what's there, specially when alone I will just wander a store for an hour looking at everything. if money wasn't my top anxiety inducing thing i'd probs buy a lot more things cause of my curiosity lol

for now i simply simmer with anxiety in the cereal aisle, looking at all the new wacky kinds and debating on whether to buy dino egg oatmeal. while trying not to drop what i'm holding and ignore my anxiety telling me that everyone is staring at me.

[dastardlyobnoxious]

Robots 2005 Review

Blue Sky Studios, while it’d later be defined as the production company behind many famous films such as Ice Age Meltdown, Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs, and Ice Age: Collision Course (I jest) back in 2005, the studio was still getting its footing as an animated film producer. Following the success of the original Ice Age (2002), its next work Robots, released in 2005 set as the title implies in a world of robots. But how well does it hold up? With its eighteenth anniversary having just passed us earlier this month, here are my thoughts and opinions on it.

The first thing that comes to mind when discussing Robots is their art style, think something like Toy Story or Meet the Robinsons. Its visuals pop out in a way that’s helped age the movie in more ways than one. From its character to city design almost everything about the movie sells this world, think of the film's Rupert Goldberg machines or the design of the ever-intimidating chop shop. That said, don’t stare too hard at background characters cause you’ll likely notice a few repeating designs (Ex; Bigwelds Corporation), and like most early 3d don’t look at the liquid cause it’ll look metallic. Aside from more background stuff though, gotta appreciate the main cast's design and how they all look rather distinct from one another. For example, Cappy is the most futuristic looking as opposed to Fender looking older/rustier by design. Madame Gasket and Bigweld are probably my favorite design-wise of the movie with both of them being very striking in how their design correlates to their personalities. And that’s ignoring the visual treats here and there from the referential posters to the high school graduation pictures and quotes. The occasional action sequences the film has are also pretty fluid, really helping to up the ante in a couple of scenes. All and all, this is the standout highlight of the film and if you like the look of the posters and trailers you’ll probably love the look of the film.

The story of Robots is unfortunately, nothing that striking, a young Rodney Copperbottom is trying to make it big in Robot City when his idol Bigweld goes missing. Will he be able to figure out what's going on, and stop Ratchet and Madame Gasket from taking over Robot City? It’s a simplistic make it big in the city story, and while it’s at least somewhat uplifted by its comedy, voice talent, and art style. At the end of the day, it’s a very forgettable plot, with the occasional strong point such as the introduction of the Chop Shop and Madame Gasket. This is a comedic film first and foremost and while I’ll focus on that more in the next section, it does undercut more of the narrative-focused serious moments. Robots had the workings to be more memorable since I didn’t dislike what they were going for, but whether the result of the movie being so short or having to introduce so much in a narrow window it’s just not the greatest. Speaking of run time, this movie could’ve easily run for another thirty minutes to an hour than it ended up having. While it could’ve been budget or production reasons, part of me does wish we got more from the story.

Then we have the comedy, which, it’s honestly surprising how much they get away with, from the movie's frequent adult jokes, toilet humor, darker humor, and its off-the-walls absurdism. Some of it landed but most of it didn’t for me, and from what I can glean from the trailers and some of the behind the scene stuff, the movie was aimed towards tweens and teenagers. I can see why the movie was able to be more daring in its comedy. In a world that in the past few years had seen stuff like Shrek or South Park become global phenomenon's. As I mentioned a bit ago, the humor can be kind of at odds with the film’s narrative, hijacking it at times. And I think that’s best shown via the character of Fender. Fender throughout the film has many moments where he’s intentionally or unintentionally being used as a comedic device. And while I enjoyed Robin Williams' performance, it’s way too focused for a comedic character. Fender is very Looney toons esc in his non-stop energy, and aside from one scene comforting Rodney he is always bouncing off the walls. So much so that the main villains don’t get anywhere near the same amount of focused screen time as him. Fender in my eyes is the worst of the comedic hijacking, and if he had been scaled back a bit I think he would’ve worked a lot better as a character. Take, for instance, Diesel and Wonderbot their comedic bits are more occasional and toned back and usually work better within the scene. Again, not to say I didn’t enjoy Fender as a character. My favorite jokes of the film usually involved Fender doing something absurd (the fight dance scene, Rodney and Fender dancing, etc), because once you go beyond him, a lot, and I mean a lot of the humor is crude. Take a side character like Aunt Fanny for instance, the second you see her the second you know the recurring joke with her. To each, their own though, the movie gave me the occasional laugh but I didn’t find it all that noteworthy in its comedy.

Now onto our main characters, and their vocal talents, characters such as Aunt Fanny and Diesel will be left out since I feel like the comedy section covers them well enough. This’ll mostly just be my impressions after having watched the film twice so if I don’t point out a vocal talent in the blurb assume they did alright in my book.

Herb Copperbottom - performed by Stanley Tucci, Herb was a really fun character and I think Tucci nailed his general enthusiasm during the opening scenes and later when he was more solemn. His overwhelming support of Rodney and his dreams are super uplifting, but beyond that, there isn’t much to him.

Rodney Copperbottom - Played by Ewan McGregor, the main character of our film Rodney is one of the blander parts in it. Partially because he has to be built up as this hero leading the charge against Madame Gasket. Partially because of the scriptwriting, I think McGregor’s performance here is alright but I was left wanting more from his delivery. I’ll touch on Rodney’s dynamic with other characters in their own sections but by and large, excluding Herb and Bigweld his relationships with the remainder of the cast are serviceable but weak.

Bigweld - Played by Mel Brooks, I One hundred percent expected Rodney and Cappy to find him near death/dead in his workshop on my initial viewing. Ends up kind of overriding the other side characters given he’s able to solve the problem by firing Ratchet. He’s a standout character that gives a sort of Walt Disney aura coming off as bigger than life, that said after being knocked out by Ratchet he becomes more of a plot device than someone actively contributing with the villains and Rodney fighting to save/kill him. Can't not shout out Mel Brooks because he's great here.

Ratchet - Played by Greg Kinnear, the best character in the movie hands down. Greg Kinnear’s over-the-top performance of a capitalist nut obsessed exclusively with profits is great. From his sleazy nature to his dimwittedness in charming Cappy. His relationship with Madame Gachet is something of a strong point. There isn’t much I disliked about this scumbag of a character only wish he had more scenes.

Cappy - Played by Halle Berry, advertised as Rodney’s love interest, as a character she’s barely present. It feels like they wanted to do more with her and Rodney but besides a few action sequences and her bailing Rodney out she just has so little.

Fender - Played by Robin Williams, this’ll be brief since the comedy section covers how I feel about Fender for the most part but he’s the strongest of the supporting cast due to him having the most time with Rodney. Their relationship is very quick to go from Fender mugging Rodney to friends, and I can’t deny Robin William's strong vocal talent.

Lug and Crank - Performed by Harland Williams and Drew Carey. Sorry to say, both Crank and especially Lug are relegated to background characters. Cranks' cynical view of the world could’ve been used to juxtapose Rodney’s optimism but as it stands his most memorable scene is a one-off joke. Lug, on the other hand, is irrelevant, and scenes with him in the frame, let alone talking, probably total somewhere under ten minutes of the entire film. Directors seemed to have more plans for them both initially but it seems that got scrapped at some point.

Piper - Played by Amanda Bynes, she’s in a similar situation to Lug and Crank, she’s just narratively present as Fender's younger sister who’s attracted to Rodney. Hardly anything comes of this beyond a few jokes between her and Fender, but she also gathers the army for the final fight. From the advertising, you’d have expected her to have a much bigger role since she’s up there on the poster but nope!

Madame Gadget - Played by Jim Broadbent, I'm gonna be real the design of Madame Gadget feels like something out of an entirely different movie. Their introduction nails them as this super intimidating villain, and they deserved to have more standalone/planning scenes with or without Ratchet. Loved the crazy mom angle they went with her, honestly didn’t expect her to get the blast furnace in the end.

Alright, that’s probably the most anyone has written on Robots in quite a bit, I’ve heard this sentiment echoed online but after having seen the film I do feel this had the potential to have a more lasting impact than it did. While most of what I saw on the behind-the-scenes, development stuff was on Youtube if there's anything I missed, comment! Or however Tumblr works, I’m still getting used to this stuff.

It’s been a minute and figured I’d write a short piece while I write more long-form stuff, and this was free on Youtube at the time of writing. Until next time, don’t question what is and isn’t a robot in this universe lol.

[nkirukaj]

I Want You, Simon- Chapter 24

Pairing: Simon Petrikov x Fem! OC

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.5K

“I mean logically, I’m aware of what people think of me, at least I think I am. People have mostly had positive opinions of me, as far as I’m aware, but I guess that I find that hard to believe about myself?” Samira felt quite vulnerable, but this was a necessary part of the process of progress. 

“Well based on what you’ve told me, it sounds like you may have persistent depression. Well, along with the autism” spoke the Minerva bot, in a very human-like tone. 

Samira waves it off “I already knew about my autism.” 

“Yes well, it seems you have developed depression as well. This would explain your constant thoughts and feelings of inadequacy as well as constant comparing yourself to others, and periods of time where you feel all those things at once to the point where it becomes debilitating. Compounding with your autism, it may cause you to ‘explode’ to some degree”

“Well that would explain my outbursts”

“We refer to them as ‘meltdowns’. The term ‘outburst’ makes it seem like you had a choice in the matter. Did you?” Samira shakes her head “As I thought. Meltdowns happen over built up stress and stimulation, over a period of time. One thing may trigger it, but it’s usually not about that one thing. Do you relate to that feeling?

Samira nods, folding her hands together.

“Here,” the Minerva bot produces a bottle of pills for her to take “Take these once daily. And I want you to try something,”

“Yes?”

“Whenever you encounter a negative thought, I want you to write it down. Once you see it on paper, it may be easier to dispute it. And one more thing,”

“Yes,”

“When he tells you that he loves you, believe him. It may make it easier to love yourself,”

Samira takes the pill bottle tearing up slightly, “I’ll try,”

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“Marcy,” Simon spoke between hitched inhales, leaning on her door frame

“Yeah?” She questioned her father figure

Once Simon was able to catch his breath, he spoke “Can you help me with something?”

Marceline raises her eyebrow, confused, but also intrigued. 

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“Simon,” Samira spoke with amusement “Where are we going? And what’s with all the noise?”

He leads her in through a door and removes his hands from her eyes. She opens them.

“Wait you brought me to the Candy Tavern? I’m literally here all the time. What’s the surprise?”

He points at the stage which has a mic set up center stage “That is,” he responded

She turned back to him “Oh, I’m not singing tonight.” She shakes her head “I’m not ready.”

“I know,” he leads her to a barstool and sat her down “I am,”

Her jaw dropped “Wait, are you serious? Are you joking? Tell me you’re joking.”

Simon rolled his sleeves up “I am offended that you think I would lie to you,” He grins, before climbing the stage

Her face lit up with amusement, pride, shock, and love. Her face still slack jawed, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looks over to see Marcy, Bonnie, and Finn with BMO on his lap. Marcy looks mischievous, Bonnibel looked ready to burst with excitement,  Finn looked genuinely happy and BMO seemed a bit bored but supportive. 

“What?” She knew they had to be up to something “what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Finn spoke with a smile

“Nothing at all,” Bonnie put her hands over her mouth. Marcy didn’t respond at all, but her smirk got ten times bigger.

Samira turned back around towards the stage, where Simon stood, holding the mic.

“Excuse me everyone, excuse me everyone. My name is Simon Petrikov and tonight I will be dedicating my performance to my beautiful and amazing girlfriend Samira Adebayo.” Samira blushes and waves.  “You all know my Sami Salami”

“Sami Salami?” Marceline whispers in her ear “Is that what he calls you in bed?”

“Oh no, in bed he calls me something else entirely,” she smirks back at the vampire queen.

“She’s been singing here forever, this is where I saw her for the first time. And I hope that I’m even half as amazing as she is,” The music begins and Samira is oddly intrigued, but clearly willing to listen. 

During the outro of the song, he twirls her back to her barstool and she looks back and Marcy and PB, smiling. He hands is mic to an employee, pulls a small black box out of his pocket, opens it and gets down on one knee in front of her right in timing with the end of the song. She’s not looking, but Bonnie is squealing with excitement. 

“What?” Samira asks her, Marcy turns her towards Simon

When she sees him on the floor on one knee, her eyes widen, and she is silent. 

“Samira Adebayo, my Sami Salami, will you make me the luckiest man in Ooo and become my wife, Samira Petrikov?”

After about 10 seconds, she starts screaming in excitement.  She calms herself down after another 10 seconds.

“Yes.”

The entire tavern exploded into cheers as Simon stood and slipped the ring on her finger. They embrace, and kiss right there in front of everyone. But they didn’t care, because to them no one else existed in that moment. Only them and their love between them. 

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“What about Kenny and Kenzie?” 

“I love that! We could call them ‘Kens’”

She plants a kiss on her husband’s lips “You’re amazing!”

“I know,” he winks “Where are the pink and blue streamers?”

“I got rid of those, pink and blue are so archaic! I got like a purplish, magenta-ish color. I’ll show you!”

“Okay, but tell me before you make more changes alright?”

Samira salutes “Will do,” Simon steps forward, kisses Samira’s forehead and touches her very pregnant stomach

“This is literally a dream come true. You are a dream come true.”

Samira smiles sheepishly “Thank you,”

“Thank you for loving me,”

They leaned in to touch foreheads, then they kiss deeply.

Samira:

Welcome to your life

There's no turning back

Even while we sleep

We will find you

Acting on your best behaviour

Turn your back on Mother Nature

Everybody wants to rule the world

Simon:

It's my own design

It's my own remorse

Help me to decide

Help me make the

Most of freedom and of pleasure

Nothing ever lasts forever

Everybody wants to rule the world

Samira: 

There's a room where the light won't find you

Simon:

Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down

Samira:

When they do, I'll be right behind you

So glad we've almost made it

Simon:

So sad they had to fade it

Both:

Everybody wants to rule the world

“Okay, okay, let me get the streamers,”

“No! I’ll get it, just tell me where it is.”

Samira grabs his arm “I can do this, I’m still capable”

“Okay, fine. But let me know if you need help.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll put you to work.” Samira winks and Simon gives her one more peck on the lips before she entered the room to find the streamers.

She goes into a closet into the room and reaches up on the high shelf. Standing on her tip toes, she was able to pull it down. She puts the box down to give herself a chance to breathe. She brings the box over to the bed and takes a seat. She opens the box and stops. She looks up at the ceiling and practices controlled breathing. Out of her peripheral vision, she notices that Simon left the window open again. This time she didn’t mind. She closes her eyes and turns her head towards the open window and takes in the light and the warmth of the sun. 

When she opened them again, there was the same butterfly looking in. The same one she’d seen over all the years she had known and fallen in love with Simon. The butterfly with the smiley face on its wings. Samira stood and approached the window, partially leaning out as the butterfly perched itself on the sill. She held out her hand and the insect perched itself on her finger.

She addresses the butterfly “It’s okay Betty, I’ll take care of him now.” 

And with that, the uniquely patterned butterfly lightly touches her forehead, as if understanding her, and gracefully flew out of the open window and disappeared into the brightly lit summer sky.

Samira:

I can't stand this indecision

Married with a lack of vision

Simon:

Everybody wants to rule the—

Samira:

Say that you'll never, never, never, never need it

Simon: 

One headline, why believe it?

Both:

Everybody wants to rule the world

Simon twirls Samira so that her back is facing him and holds her by the waist as he sways.

Simon: 

All for freedom 

Samira:

and for pleasure

Both:

Nothing ever lasts forever

Everybody wants to rule the world

THE END

[vizthedatum]

Ramble after having a surgical operation and the end of my period yesterday

Surgery (bladder cystoscopy with hydrodistension - my second one (I have interstitial cystitis and chronic UTIs (and PCOS, PMDD, endometriosis, gender dysphoria, pelvic floor trauma and dysfunction, vulvodynia (actually a lot better the past 2 years, and my topical vaginal estrogen helps), an insatiable thirst for sex (that is actually satisfied, to be honest), problems with orgasms (which has gotten so much better this year! yay!!), dysphoria and dysmorphia about how my pelvis and genitals look (sigh I wish I had a dick and a vagina - I mean I am gonna go on T soon) presumably and supposedly went fine yesterday.

I have a UTI, most likely right now (and I'm being medicated just in case because the culture results aren't back yet (no STIs, though, not that that was the point)), but they went in and took pics and stuff. They said I was inflamed, but I'm also so tired right now that my brain can't remember everything. I try, though. The previous day, I had a blood draw, and some immune markers were up - and this month has been very hard.... I could very well be flaring. I did tell the pre-op team and my doctor that I was having UTI symptoms but that it could be IC symptoms (which, I often say just like that because a lot of people seem to forget that IC symptoms and UTI symptoms are STRONGLY SIMILAR - sometimes even the same).

I was in massive pain when I woke up in the first recovery room... and I had a self-aware meltdown with the pain. Ugly crying and trying not to scream. Probably loud crying oof. Everyone was nice - one nurse really tried her best. I had four nurses trying to comfort me... and I was not making it easy, sigh. I hate that I felt "too much," but also? also? (this is a sign of growth) - I knew I was the patient; I knew that I legitimately was in discomfort and was not ok, and I deserved to take up space with my feelings. I needed to cry and be in anguish because I was in anguish...

I was just burning.

My pelvis was burning. I wasn't bleeding, though... "oh good, my period has ended, and I have no bleeding from the procedure... umm, omfg..." Nurse: what's your pain level? Me: an 8... Nurse: that's your baseline, isn't it? Me: what?? *remembers the painful conversation with my pre-op nurse where I told her, "I don't agree with that question," when I was asked, "What's your pain from 1-10?"* Me: I always have pain but this is worse, this isn't ok. Me, shortly after: IT'S A TEN AND I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN *straight ugly sobbing*

We did a lot to calm me down:

rubbing my back

pillows

blankets

no blankets

breathing with me

helping me understand that this is temporary (to which I yelled: OF COURSE I KNOW IT'S TEMPORARY, I KNOW IT IS BUT IT HURTS NOW WAAHHHHH)

heat packs

ice packs

they wiped me up just in case the soap they used after the operation was causing me an allergy or too strong

giving me lots of emesis bags to throw up in

giving me water, which I also threw up

giving me the pyridium I wanted, which would have helped me with my bladder pain (I wish they didn't pump me up with narcotics - I wish they hadn't - I needed the localized pain, and the narcotics did nothing for my IC pain) - I also threw that up! They gave me another one on my insistence - and I threw that one up, too!

holding my hand

answering my very demanding questions

paging my doctors (the main one who did the surgery couldn't make it)

letting me wail, basically

giving me oxygen from an oxygen tank because I was probably having a panic attack (I think they also gave me meds for anxiety/panic, and I was like: I AM ACTING LIKE THIS BECAUSE MY PAIN IS BEYOND A TEN. I AM NOT CRAZY)

hear me explain how no one in my clinic thinks IC is a disability (me: *more sobbing*)

hear me tell all of them that they BETTER NOT ADMIT ME INVOLUNTARILY AGAINST MY WILL FOR MY MENTAL HEALTH JUST BECAUSE I AM CRYING FROM PAIN (me: THIS IS A PERFECTLY VALID RESPONSE TO THIS PAIN *sobbing so hard*)

More details about surgery later. Super tired now.

[tucsonhorseunmasking]

I really love my dog and want to talk about her a bunch so I'm calling it part of unmasking because I'm letting myself talk about something that makes me happy and I want to talk about instead of trying to suppress that.

Here's some pictures first to show you how adorable she is

In the first one she looked like she was being absorbed into the couch 😆. And she loves snuggles and is also extremely silly, but is very definite about bed time and was very sad that I wasn't kicking guests out and putting her to bed. In the last one she was having a great time rolling in mud, she did not realize that meant she'd get a bath when we got home...

Okay, more ramblies under a cut

Her name is Tammy and she is a pitbull that we got from a shelter. She is the absolute sweetest, most lovingest dog (as long as you're a human, other animals she seems to see as prey) and is a total silly goofball.

She's also reactive, in multiple ways. The biggest one is that she's dog reactive and will absolutely flip shit if she gets too close to another dog. Her body language at those times is hard to read cause she's clearly eager to get to them and looks excited rather than like angry, but that's the same way she looks when she chases after rabbits and stuff in the back yard so we don't know if she views other dogs as prey and don't take the chance.

She also gets wound up really easily if there's a lot of activity like lots of noises, or new people, or cars driving by, that sort of thing. And she has a really hard time calming down on her own once she does get wound up.

But even with all of that! And what we suspect was a good amount of physical abuse before she was at the shelter, she is the sweetest dog ever!

She wants nothing more than to spend all of her time with people, especially with any people she is familiar with, but she will happily make anyone one of "her" people if they give her attention. She loves to run around and play, but even more she loves to be petted and to

Snuggle

She will even demand snuggles if she doesn't feel she has gotten enough by whining and being so sad until someone finally sits on the couch and she can pin them 🤣.

And she is militant about bed time! My husband usually puts her to bed between 9 and 9:30 (I'm more of a night owl), but she's perfectly happy to go to bed as early as 8. Bedtime absolutely *cannot* be past 9:30 though.

You know it's bed time because she wants to go out and potty, and then she comes in and goes right to the top of the stairs (she sleeps in the basement) and looks expectantly at you. If you don't take her downstairs right away she'll walk over to you, then back to the stairs a couple times. If you still refuse to cooperate she'll go lay down on her bed and give you the

Saddest eyes ever

Making it very clear that she is suffering horribly. Then after about 5 minutes she asks to go out again and repeats the process. If by this point you still don't get the hint she gives up and resigns herself to repeated deeeep sighs to tell you how difficult you are making her life.

See what I mean about silly?

And if someone is feeling crappy, she gets very worried and sticks right by them. If someone is crying she absolutely *insists* on climbing into their lap and licking their face. I had a friend over one time who was having a really terrible day and no matter what we did, including me trying to bodily hold Tammy back, she would climb over or under or wriggle around until she could get into my friend's lap to lick her face and make her better.

One time I was having a pretty big meltdown, and I was pacing a bunch and then burying my face into a blanket and just generally losing control. And at first Tammy tried to get at my face to do her usual licking (which pretty much always makes me laugh) but I was freaking out too much and she finally gave up and just lay on the couch as close to me as she could get, watching me. And when I'd get up and pace she'd keep a close eye on me. And when I finally calmed down some she crawled into my lap and just snuggled right up to me.

She's a rescue, and we can see scars on the sides of her paws indicating some pretty solid injuries there, though we don't know the cause. She also reeeeally doesn't like her paws touched, she gets really anxious about it. In general we let her have her space and that has earned her trust enough that we are able to touch and hold her paws somewhat without her protesting.

Early on after we got her I was trying to get her acclimated to me holding her paws in an attempt to work up to clipping her nails. I didn't know what I was doing so I'd basically just hold her paw as long as I could (this isn't the right way to do it), which ended up with me learning her very extended warning sequence when she wants you to stop something before she gets to biting.

She starts with licking your hand very insistently. Then if that doesn't work she sets the side of her muzzle against your hand. If you still won't listen she'll pull her lip up a bit so the side of her closed teeth are touching your hand. Then if you *still* won't listen she'll open her jaws and gently set the teeth against your hand.

This dog. This absolutely sweet, amazing dog who clearly has reason to have no patience and jumps right to trying to scare/hurt someone has instead developed a multi-step process to try and tell the apparently oblivious human to "Stop Doing That".

And she'll use this process if you're touching other places too. She only has 3 legs, having lost one due to an unfortunate accident. The accident happened after we had adopted her, and there were various times in the process that we had to touch on or around some sore spots that she was understandably very protective of. And she would use the same process to tell us she had had enough of our prodding. Sometimes I would ignore her licking, but anything past that I'd leave her alone. And that got her trust enough that even still she'll let me touch and poke at sore spots a little bit before she lets me know to stop.

We don't deserve dogs, especially sweethearts like Tammy.

And if you've made it this far (unlikely), have some dog pics as a reward

[yarnclan]

Ive written some posts about why i like him so much already, but ultimatly it boils down to me liking him because he's simultaneously so annoying and weird (in a way that i find satisfyingly relatable in how it causes me to think about my own flaws) and also Correct about a lot of things regarding clan culture. (ThunderClan holding such high regard for itself partly because of Firestar and his decendants. The fact that everyone goes along with rules and fhese set out life paths without question) Though i think his "issues" with clan culture manifest in ways that play into other baisis that he holds as a result of beong raised in that society (mysogony), but hasn't examined because they dont effect him in the same way. Which is a concept i find realistic, pertantant, and fascinating to think about. Which all is to say nothing of my own headcannons beyond my inturpritation of what's presented in the text.

I havent read beyond the books that are currently out in paperback (bc poor and dont like reading on screens). But i was suprised in how much i liked him and sunbeam's romance. Im the freak who loves traveling books, and the parts where Nightheart and Sunbeam travel together and experience new things (fuckin fair grounds rotisserie chiken??) does a hell of a lot to develop their relationship. I think it would have made sense to build up to Nightheart's 'confession' slower, (especially bc they always seem to need to stretch the plot pretty thing in books 4-5) but the scean where he leaves to go to shadowclan is litterally one of the funniest fucking things ever. He's ready to try hard, and make amends, do his best and be a good boy, but recives one (1) critisisim, has a meltdown and runs away. Its hilarious. (I genuenly think that scean is meant to be funny and show his flaws/vulnerabilities because of how its paced. Its amazing.)

Also... ok. This is an area where i need to reread the books. But i did go into them having heard that "nightheart blames sparkpelt for leaving him as a kit." I kinda.... didnt get that impression? Or at least not to the degree/way others did, and found it way easier to read him having a vauge Problem with thunderclan in general. He's mad/annoyed with his mom/sister/grandmothers for other/multiple reasons(see above point) but its not really because he blames her for something she couldnt control, or at least he didnt once he fully understood the situation. And is more mad that she has Expectations of him based off what he sees as a shallow inturpritation of himself because she didnt know him when he was very young. He sees her pushing these generational legacies on him as a way of filling in for her not being there to get to know him when he was young. They didnt have a chance to know each other, and each of their personalities (pride verging on arrogance, with pride from different and conflicting sources) prevents them from coming to terms with the past and actually getting to really know each other. Maybe it can't ever happen the way it was "supposed" to. And thats a tragedy that can be impossible to move past. But its interesti g to look at and to think about...

Sorry this is incoherent. Tl; Dr : i like nightheart because i think hes shitty and hes right. I dont think he shitty in the same ways a lot of people seem to and i think certain perceptions of him have been uncontrollably memeifiyed. He's interesting because hes kinda shitty. I hope he keeps being shitty because its fun.

Why people still defend Nightheart BAFFLES me. Why is everyone suddenly liking him? I would like to remind everyone this is the same guy that bashed his own mother multiple times for things out of her control like she got exiled, she had PPD and Nightheart blames her for leaving him? SHE HAD. NO. CHOICE. It wasn’t her fault AND she’s working on repairing their relationship! All this soggy wet rat does is whine about his name, bitch about his mom, stalk his crush to the bathroom, and now he’s absolutely nothing but background fodder and uninteresting one at that. I really hate this character and I really hope he goes out soon.

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[vibraniumwing]

soft.

a bucky barnes x fem!reader wherein the reader comes home to see the super soldier with a toddler tucked in his lap.

WARNING: none! (all mistakes within the story are mine)

A/N: soft and domestic (and clingy) bucky, anyone? i’ve written this with tfaws bucky in mind after episode five where he was on the couch and smiled after seeing sam’s nephews. so yes now i present to you bucky with a child bcs we need that content, ,, good bYe for i shall be drowning in my own feels.

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“Do you really have to go, doll?” Bucky asked, watching you by the frame of your shared bedroom door with his hands crossed against his chest. A heavy sigh heaving from his lips as his eyes observed you pick out a shirt to wear, hands grasping on his black shirt and opted to wear that; a small smile formed on his lips as you slipped into the clothing piece, adoring how big it looks on you.

You turned to him with your hand on your waist, an eyebrow raised, “Unless you want to starve for a whole month then fine I won’t go to the grocery” you say teasingly, checking yourself out in the mirror before walking up to him, arms linking around his neck loosely; his hands circling around your waist in a protective manner as he pulls you into him. “I won’t be gone for the whole day, James.”

He groaned softly, wanting nothing more than to accompany you but seeing that you were going with your mother, he opted out. “You always say that then be gone for the whole afternoon.” he grumbles in between the kisses he gives you. “You and your mom take so much time at the grocery store.”

You threw your head back and laughed, finding his small whiny state adorable. You retract your arms from behind his neck and cupped the sides of his face, squishing his cheeks gently. “You sound like a child, Buck. I promise I won’t be long. Besides, you have Alpine to keep you company.” you motion your head to the sleeping cat on the bed.

“Now please let me go so I can leave now and be back sooner.” you tell him, pressing one final kiss to his lips before ducking out of his embrace, making your way to the front door and grabbing your car keys before turning back to see him standing behind you with a small pout on his lips (albeit he would never admit to doing such an act),

You grinned and walked up to him, reaching up to press a small kiss on his lips. “Sometimes it's hard to believe you’re this big scary dude that can take twenty men down in a course of ten minutes when all I see is this big baby.” you tease, a hand snaking up to the back of his head to play with the ends of his hair softly.

“Doll wait before you go” Bucky starts off, holding onto you, cheeks lightly flushed as he hesitated with his words, clearing his throat lightly before looking away, “Can you set up that damn Netflix thing on the TV before you leave?”

Your gaze on him softened even more and nodded, leading him to the living room and set the whole thing up for him, handing him the remote right after. “I’m guessing you can manage now?” he smiled shyly, the area around his eyes crinkling as he nodded. “Yeah, I will. Thanks, doll.”

“I’ll be back later, I love you, Buck!” You bid him a goodbye, looking back at him from the door and gave him a small wave, the male waving back before focusing on the TV, searching for that one movie you suggested he watch.

“What was that movie called again? RIght, The Breakfast Club”

---

Not even half-way through the movie, Bucky had somehow fallen asleep on the couch, not finding the first few minutes of the film entertaining. He somehow fell deep into slumber that he didn’t even notice the front door of the house opening until he felt something being placed on his stomach.

He stirred awake and the first thing his blurry vision could make out is the outline of a toddler sitting on him. “Hey James, I’m leaving Hugo with you and Y/N for the weekend. Our babysitter cancelled out last minute and I’ve been trying to call my sister but she hasn’t picked up any calls.” Damian, your younger brother said in a rush, putting down your nephew’s baby bag on the coffee table. “Thanks James, we owe you one.”

But before Bucky could get a say in any of this, Damian was already out the door and the sound of a car pulling away was followed. Barely half-awake, he stared at the tyke who was staring right back at him with his innocent E/C doe eyes. “What do I do with you?”

He takes Hugo in his arms as he sits up, placing him on his lap, his metal arm reaching over to pause television. “Y/N’s better at this than I am.” he mumbles, watching the child look around the room before he started to fidget on the larger male’s lap, wanting to roam around.

Bucky sighs, “Now why won’t Y/N answer her calls?” he asks the tiny human who was still staring up at him. He reaches over to grab his phone and dials your number, only to hear it ring from the other side of the house, inside your room. He dropped the call and placed his phone inside his pocket, now wondering what he could do to keep the small person alive.

“Usually Y/N deals with you.” He says, watching the small child struggle on his lap, clearly wanting to get down. Bucky finally gets what Hugo wanted to do and sets him down on the carpeted floor, watching the toddler (wobbly) walk around the space freely.

Seeing that the child was doing alright after finding a small fixation with Alpine who was now resting near the couch, he returned his attention back to the TV to resume watching the movie. His attention split in half as he continued to glance back at the kid who was now playing with the toys you had brought him and kept at in a basket in the corner of the living room where you deemed it “Hugo’s Area”

Bucky was finally getting into the film, entertainment written all over his face at the sight of the students dancing around the library until it morphed into one of concern when a small bonk followed by a loud cry resonated the room making him look over at Hugo who was already flushed from crying.

He paused the movie again and rushed over to Hugo’s side, taking the small boy in his arms, cradling him on his lap as he tried to calm him down. “Now kid, don’t cry on me. C’mon” he mumbled, raising him up lightly to look at his forehead as he searched for any wounds, relieved to find none.

“C’mon James, what would Y/N do…” He said to himself, standing up as he moved around and cradled the crying child, trying to remember what you would do whenever he has meltdowns like this.

“Oh god, right!” Bucky exclaimed as he remembered, quickly going to the couch and sat down, placing Hugo on his lap as he gently placed his vibranium hand on the back of his head and his flesh one cupping the smaller one’s cheek, wiping the tears that glistened on his smooth skin.

Seeing how the toddler was starting to calm down, he carefully spoke, “Now you gotta work with me, little one.” Bucky then proceeded to blow softly on his face, remembering how you would do that when Hugo was having a fit. “Now can you do that for me as well?” He asked, encouraging the child with a small smile.

Once he felt the kid do the same thing, he repeated the steps a few more times until he was completely calm, letting the child snuggle up against his chest, feeling how he would occasionally let out a small shuddering sob from time to time, making Bucky laugh at the adorable action. “Now what do you want to do?” he gently asked, the cold surface of his metal hand that caressed the child’s back making small bubbles of laughter elicit from the baby.

“Bucky wead [ read ] pwease?” was all that left the two-year old’s mouth, causing a small surprise from the older. Hugo then pushed himself off from Bucky’s chest and turned to his small corner of the room, raising his small arm and pointing his even smaller finger towards the bookshelf that was filled to the brim with story books.

A chuckle left the soldier’s lips, “Alright then, little dude. Go take your pick.” he then proceeded to let him down and watch as the toddler walked his way towards the array of books and picked out one, running back towards him with a big smile.

“Alright big guy, what do you have for me?” Bucky asked, taking the tyke in his arms once again, taking the book from Hugo’s hands. He let out a (very) fake gasp of excitement which made the toddler laugh out loud as his reaction, making small little wiggles of his own eagerness for the book.

Bucky shifted in his seat a little to be more comfortable, letting Hugo snuggle up to him as he opened the book and started to read, “Llama Llama, red pajama, reads a story with his mama.”

---

You were elated to finally come back home and fall into your lover’s arms from a long day of errands with your mom. After the Target trip with your mom, you had to drive her back home and help her with her own groceries and pack up everything with her over at your childhood home一 with an addition of having a few serious talks with her about your future.

“Seriously, Y/N. When are you going to give me a grandchild?” Your mother poked your sides as you helped her bring in the bags filled with her stuff. Ever since Damian introduced Hugo to the family, she’d been on your heels about when you and Bucky would bring one to them as well; admittedly you and him had been in a much longer relationship than Damian and his wife which surprises everyone even more.

You shrugged, rolling your eyes in a playful manner. “I don’t know, mom. I think I’m content being with Bucky for now.” you answered truthfully, setting the items on the kitchen island and turned to her, “Besides, we have Alpine! Our cat!”

This made your mother sigh, laughing softly at your antics. “I know my sweet girl, but I’m just so excited to see a little you or James run around with Hugo.” Her answer causes your heart to swell at the thought of starting a family with him some day; conversations like this with him are normal but are always caught in a fleeting moment so you were never certain about his opinions on the matter.

“Well you just have to wait and see, ma.”

Taking the bags in your hand, you walked over to the door and opened it with ease, expecting to see Bucky waiting for you on the other side only to be greeted by none. Your eyebrows were furrowed as you carefully stepped inside, assuming he had fallen asleep as he waited for you until you heard his quiet voice resonating through the living room. “Little llama, don’t you know? Mama llama loves you so”

You peeked at the source of the sound and what you saw made you just melt on the spot. Bucky had Hugo on his lap, your nephew playing with the thumb of his artificial arm as he listened to the story that he was barely paying attention to as he was already falling asleep.

Not wanting to interrupt the moment, you graced on over to the kitchen in silence and arranged everything as quiet as you can. The smile on your face growing bigger at the thought of how much of a good father Bucky could be; the sight of him with your nephew caused a thousand butterflies to dance around in your stomach freely.

“You’re back, doll?” Bucky’s quiet voice made you jump, head whipping to his direction where he stood with Hugo fast asleep in his arms.

You nod and walk towards him, offering to take him from his arms and Bucky disagreed, pulling away from your attempts. “Hugo’s with me, I’ll take him to bed and I’ll help you finish out here, alright?”

Chuckling softly, you agree and reach up to place a quick kiss on your nephew’s forehead, moving aside so Bucky can place him down inside your room.

You were folding up the plastic bags when you felt a pair of arms sneak up and circle your waist, capturing you in a back hug. Your back was flat against his chest, the warmth from his body making you relax in his arms. Turning around, you let your arms snake up around his neck, your hands playing with the ends of his hair, his physique visibly loosening up. “So your brother came here earlier and said you weren’t picking up your calls.”

“I forgot my phone, i know.” you told him, throwing your head back slightly to let out a soft groan of annoyance at yourself before looking back at him. You met his gaze and his eyes were filled with adoration and love with a spark of something you can’t seem to pinpoint. “What’s going through that head of yours, James?”

He hummed softly, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, “I was just thinking of how I want to have a family of my own with you.” he answered truthfully, not finding anything shameful in admitting his thoughts. “The afternoon I spent with Hugo made me realize I want that for us as well.” his words were soft and dripping with enthusiasm at the thought of being with you for the rest of your days.

This made your cheeks flush lightly, a happy smile resting on your lips as you were already in agreement of his words, “I’ve been thinking the exact same thing, Bucky. I can’t wait to have our own little minion running around the house.” you admitted, this time making Bucky smile even wider than yours, happy that you had the same thought.

“Also, not to brag but I think I’m his favourite now.” Bucky said out of nowhere, grabbing the small carton of chocolate milk from behind you and letting you go, opening the drink and chugging it down in one go.

You rolled your eyes at his words, playfully flipping him off as you sauntered into the pantry where you were arranging your stock of goods. “I highly doubt that, he loves me way more.”

“That’s what you think but Hugo made me read his favourite book to him so now I’m his favourite. He even said it himself.”

“Oh no he didn’t!”

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