#why am i awake so early???

[spookykiity]

Going on a walk really gets the bowels moving. I woke up at 4 am and didn't know what else to do so I touched grass and I forgot. Doctors should prescribe walking for constipation I think.

[jadewritesficshere]

Grey

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Synopsis: Steve gets a wake up call from yall's daughter

Contents: talks of aging, kids being kids, references to smut but nothing explicit

Steve groans as his consciousness comes to. Something is hitting his face. Someone. Repeatedly.

Steve squints his bleary eyes open as a hand smacks him in the jaw again. A small smile appears on his face even though his jaw stings from the impact. "Morning," Steve's voice is still thick with sleep as he turns to look into brown eyes barely peeking over the edge of the bed.

A quiet voice repeats back ,"Morning," to Steve before arms reach up over the edge of the bed to try and grasp something. Small hands grab the blanket and tug it off of him slightly as the child attempts to climb up. At two and half, Amelia Joy Harrington can barely see above the edge of her parents' bed, let alone get on it.

Steve hoists Amelia up and sits her on his stomach. Steve winces as Amelia scrambles, a stray foot hitting his thigh precariously close to his crotch. Arms are thrown around his neck in a hug as Amelia lays her head against her dad's chest.

Steve feels like his heart could burst out of his chest from the joy he is feeling. A hug from his baby? The best way to wake up in the morning. Who cares if his jaw is still stinging and probably red, his little girl loves him.

Steve sighs in contentment. Steve holds his daughter close until she starts to fidget and wiggle. Amelia sits up and throws her hands in the air. "Happy Birthday!" She whispers excitedly, except she has no concept of how quiet a whisper should actually be and says it in a much too loud voice.

"What?" Steve asks, hand hovering near Amelia's side in case she slips. Amelia's eyebrows furrow as she pouts at him, a look that is an exact copy of you. Her arms slowly lower as she stares at Steve. "Happy Birthday. You old." Amelia pouts at him.

Steve blinks at Amelia in confusion but nods his head. First off, rude, he isn't that old. Steve isn't sure where she gets her unfiltered, blunt commentary (it absolutely isn't him). Second, it absolutely isn't his birthday. Not even close.

"Why uh...why is it my birthday?" Steve asks, unsure if Amelia fully understands the concept. Not sure if he can explain the idea of a birthday to a two (and a half) year old. "Grey." Amelia declares giving Steve whiplash. Before Steve can speak, Amelia points at the comforter," Blue." Steve smiles," Yes, blue."

Amelia points to her shirt," Green." Steve nods. Amelia taps under Steve's eye, lashes brushing against her finger causing him to close it. Steve hopes she doesn't attempt to actually poke his eye.

"Brown." Amelia declares. "Thats right." Steve grins, his girl is so smart. Amelia points to his temple," Grey." "That's ri- what?! No!" Steve's mouth drops open as Amelia giggles. "Uncle Dustbin says grey is old. Birthday makes old. Happy Birthday!"

The creak of the loose floorboard in the hall notifies Steve of your approach. You peek into the doorway of the room, seeing your two favorite people. One looking aghast and the other giggling at her father's reaction.

"What's going on in here?" You ask, leaning against the doorway. "Grey. Birthday." Amelia announces, like it explains everything. And it does in her little mind.

You hum in response, looking at your husband who seems lost for words. Amelia slides off of Steve and off the bed, Steve guiding her so her feet land on the ground absent-mindedly. He would never let her fall or get hurt. Or you.

Amelia half walks half dances in your direction. A prance in her step, she stops in front of you and grabs your hands. "It's daddy's birthday," She says before headbutting your leg. You chuckle and pat her head as she dances out of the room, in her own little world.

"You lying to my kid again?" You ask once Amelia is gone. Steve sputters as he sits up," I did not- our kid- did not lie." "Uh-huh, sure," you say sarcastically. Steve rolls his eyes at you as he gets up out of bed.

Steve stretches as he rocks on his feet, back cracking, before strolling over to you. "Good morning," Steve mumbles, hand landing on your hip. You hum back as he leans in and kisses you. Soft. Slow. Sweet. Leaving you longing for more as he pulls back.

"Love you," Steve says, fingers running along the waistband of your pants. "I love you too," you want to melt into him. Curl up in his arms and stay in this moment. Let the love and adoration fill the air around you.

"Do I look old?" Steve is the first to break the silence. Your brow furrows in confusion," huh?" "Amelia she," Steve huffs out a laugh," said I have grey hair." You chuckle as you bring a hand up, fingers threading through his hair," You have some but its nice." "Its nice huh?" "Makes you look distinguished. Handsome." You bite your lip and look up at him.

Steve knows that look. Knows it well. It's the look you gave him the first time you moved past just making out. The same look you gave him on your first anniversary. The same look you wore on your wedding night. The same look you gave before Amelia was conceived.

Steve can't help the smirk that spreads across his face. If getting old gives him that look, well, he won't complain.

"What about me?" You ask, batting your lashes. "Beautiful," Steve kisses your cheek," Gorgeous," he kisses the corner of your lips. He continues to alternate between kissing all over your face and praising you.

"My love," Steve whispers before kissing you softly on the lips. You sigh into the kiss, one hand tangling in his hair, the other trying to pull him closer.

A loud crash from the living room has you two pulling back from the sweet moment you stole. "What was that?" You call down the hall. "Nothing!" Amelia yells back, making you sigh but smile. Steve can't help but grin too. His life was a little hectic dealing with a rambunctious child, but he wouldn't trade it for the world. And he thinks, if life is like this, he can manage getting old with you. He wouldn't want it any other way.

[sadlynotthevoid]

I'm (finally) finishing the enstars!! Main story part 1.

Just found out Hiirobaru/SubaHiiro is my comfort ship.

Bonus: Trickstar somehow managing to sneak on Hiiro "I can sense presences" Amagi.

HOW?!

[demonwebs]

[kedreeva]

Past me is a real dick sometimes

[britneyshakespeare]

oh no. oh no i wanna be warm and cozy and snuggled up in my bed all day oh noooo what do i do

[elegyofthemoon]

can someone remind me to write up my thoughts about gallagher and the enigmata later or at least compile them somewhere i want to share it but also my Goodness i am sleepy as heck today and i have work tonight 😔

[demonir]

I like Doctor Who for for probably all the obvious reasons but I also like Doctor Who because of the inherent pain and angst the doctor goes through by just... existing.

Last of his kind because he got rid of them all (it's complicated, as everything in doctor who is) so he's essentially an alien to everyone everywhere, he no longer has a planet to go back to, can't even share stuff in common with anyone not even handwriting because who the fuck else in this universe is gonna know Gallifreyan if it's basically a dead language now?

He "dies" then regenerates as a new person every time, even if the core elements remain he is still an entirely different person every time which means his relationships are bound to change even if they remain by his side. Everyone he brings into his life meets a weird end and he knows this yet the pain of being alone is so strong he can't seem to stop, he remembers everyone he's met, he remembers all of his companions and obviously beats himself up over all the various ways they have ended. Meeting the doctor is practically an omen of death and you either leave early and tell the tale or stay and suffer the consequences, and then he has to remember those consequences forever.

The doctor is a deeply sad and troubled individual who's just bound to travel space and time forever and see everyone he's ever cared for either die or leave him, he gets erased as an individual only to come back different every few hundred years and he has no say in it he just has to accept it, he doesn't even get to choose how to come back.

Being the doctor would fucking suck ass

[seventh-district]

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[vulpinesaint]

mkay not to be like. a little insane or anything. but god i've been going crazy over religion (catholicism) and blood lately. did anyone else drink blood as worship every week since they were seven. was anyone else inundated with images of open wounds as holy. is anyone else consumed by the thought of holding onto a crucifix tightly enough for the edges of it to draw blood. i turned in a poem about drowning in communion wine in an empty church while bleeding from crucifix-inflicted hand wounds and trying to talk to god and my creative writing professor gave me extremely normal critiques i feel like i'm losing my mind

[hitmehardnsweet]

genuinely the og mermaid man and barnacle boy episode of spongebob is one of the greatest pieces of media ever aired on television

[killjoy-prince]

People think being an early bird is sooooooo good and its only good if you have somewhere to go at 6am but when you dont have anything to do that day or you dont have anything to do until a little later you're forced to have extra time you could of used to sleep more

[freebooter4ever]

good morning, day two of coping extremely well with being unexpectedly utterly alone during the holidays

[flatbedroses]

don’t make me get up early to watch another norris win…

[optiwashere]

I was wondering what you think of the Dark Urge, their past and how it plays out if they try and be good. Durge/Shadowheart even, a lot of similarities.

So I've played all of the Baldur's Gate games, and Dark Urge immediately stuck out to me. I do think Dark Urge was meant to be the default player character, but I can see WotC pushing back on it since Durge has some very fucked up stuff. It's actually the throughline for all the Baldur's Gate games (BG1/2 you are Gorion's Ward who is a Bhaalspawn, BG3 you are Durge who is a Bhaalspawn.)

What people are calling "redemption Durge" is basically, to me, an extremely fleshed out version of one of Sarevok's possible changes in Baldur's Gate 2: Throne of Bhaal. Because you could recruit him in that expansion, and you could eventually sway him into using his power as a Bhaalspawn for something other than personal gain (reflected in changing from Chaotic Evil to Chaotic Good) and to reject Big Papa B.

Obviously, BG3 goes way more into detail about it while also totally, bafflingly, butchering Sarevok's character (same with Viconia.) But to me it's Larian trying to make their version of Sarevok's redemption, while also stealing that character's own redemption and adding in their penchant for cannibalism (see: Divinity elves lmao)

There's a really powerful story in having a dark past, destined to be the Ultimate Avatar of Murder, and ditching it in favor of trying to make the world a better place after what you HAVE done. Because in BG 1 + 2, you don't have that past of darkness injected into the story without headcanoning it so you can play your character as always rejecting Bhaal. Durge didn't at one point. I'm a huge fan of redemption stories when they actually make sense.

I think both sides of the Dark Urge and Shadowheart fit well together, but I'm of course biased towards redemption + Selûnite Shadowheart. Taking their very dark pasts and not forgetting them, but forging a new life ahead instead? Yeah, it's pretty dope! And if you go the evil routes, you both make each other SO much worse and ditch any semblance of autonomy for Unlimited Power™

[pinkhairandpronounsboy]

They say violence is not the answer.

They’re right. Murder is.