#you ask if shed like to buy one. she says she'll have to ask her wife. hopes already dashed. ahe turns and shouts across the yard

[laylanatorseventeen]

rolling up to pelican town and bagging the most eligible bachelors and bachelorettes is hilarious when you consider how you can dress yourself in this game

For example I have provided illustrations

Haley. Sexy, stylish, beautiful. Me in my toga and laurel wreath and mud on my feet. Probably smell like fish bc this was right after 1.6 released and I was obsessed.

Emily. So stylish and avante garde and quirky and manic pixie dream wife. I'm wearing a garbage can lid as a hat and a 'shirt' literally made of seaweed. Only saving grace might be the crystal shoes if it wasn't so dissonant with the rest of the Fit. Probably has loose honey in pockets.

Alex, my most recent beau. He doesn't know it yet but he shall be mine. I have recently discovered the propeller hat and the galaxy hammer. I may have accidentally smacked him with it once. Not pictured: my 20 fish ponds and green Goku hair hidden under the propeller hat. Also I'm trying to raise slimes and it low-key kinda sucks. I'm about to rock your world Alex baby.

[florida3exclamationpoints]

[rollinouttahere-writes]

After that one, I got another thought―

Platonic Yandere! Strawhats with Y/n likes to make DIY gifts? Like little bracelets with supportive and reassuring words, paper stars of different colors, handmade stickers and this kind of stuff?And one day , Y/n out of boredom made DIY gifts for each of crewmembers?

I swear, I even made samples.

Nami - Yellow paper ring with words "Best navigator"

Usopp - Paper bracelet with his name and with words "1# Sniper"

Chopper - Yellow with pink glitter paper medal with words "Best doctor"

Sanji - Another yellow paper medal but with golden glitter and with words "Best cook"

Zoro - Green thick paper bracelet with words "Best swordsmen"

Robin - Purple handmade paper bracelet with "Best archeologist"

Luffy - Red thick bracelet with words "The King of the Pirates"

This is super cute!

Nami loves her ring and only takes it off to keep it safe. She may have a preference towards high end clothing and accessories, but if anyone so much as looks at her ring funny, she's throwing hands with them. She'll buy you something in exchange, and she doesn't even add it to your debt to her!

Usopp, for all of his personal hype, is extremely caught off guard by this. Yeah, he tries to play it off that of course he's deserving of such a title, but he's self aware enough to know that he's got a long ways to go before he can live up to this. It takes a few tries, but he makes you a bracelet too. It says '#1 Usopp Pirate'.

Chopper is full on ugly crying from the medal. He loves it and hangs it up in the infirmary. As much as he wants to wear it, he's afraid that he would break it during a fight. He makes one for you too! It isn't perfect, and will be shedding glitter for its entire existence, but it's the thought that counts. He's very proud of it, so you better compliment the hell out of it.

Sanji is dead, you killed him. He's a crying lump on the floor while cradling the medal to his chest like it's his firstborn child. Once he recovers, you can expect to be fawned over (even more so than usual). You're getting all your favorite foods for the foreseeable future. He wears it constantly, only ever choosing to take it off when he bathes so the water doesn't damage it. He goes out of his way to make sure Zoro can see it while talking about how you made it for him.

Zoro looks at it, looks at you, back at it, then asks if you wanted him to give it to Mihawk or something because he knows he isn't the best swordsman yet. He's hesitant to take it even when you insist it's for him, but eventually caves when you suggest he can hold onto it until he can become the best swordsman. You never see him wearing it and question if he even kept it, but that changes when you see him fish it out of his pocket to look at when he thought no one was watching.

Robin smiles at the gift, but can't help but ask just how many archaeologists you know. She's just teasing though and absolutely cherishes it. You never see her without it after this. She makes you a very ornate bracelet herself that honestly makes yours look like it was made by a small child, but she still thinks the one you made is better regardless.

Luffy will never shut up about this. He wants everyone to see it and tells all of them that you made it. The bracelet is on the same level as his hat in terms of not wanting anything to happen to it... Which is unfortunate because he breaks it almost immediately. He is inconsolable, pitifully clutching whatever was left of it after he snapped it by stretching his arm. He doesn't emotionally recover from this tragedy until you make him a ribbon that can be added onto his hat saying the same thing. He makes you a bracelet too (with help), and while it may be the most misshapen thing you've ever seen, you can't help but wear your '#1 nakama' bracelet with pride.

[omg-snakes]

Hi, I'm worried that my corn snake is a little behind on growth. So, if you don't mind, could I know some of the weight in grams of your 2 year old corn snakes to compare against mine? And if in the case she is behind, how would I go about getting her back on track? Thanks.

Hey friend!

Every corn snake grows at their own pace, depending on many factors including genetics, climate, food frequency and quality, and overall health.

Similarly, weight doesn't tell us anything about a snake's health. I could tell you my 2 year olds average 200-ish grams and that doesn't actually mean anything. Are they only 30 centimeters long and morbidly obese to the point their organs are shutting down? One can't tell by weight alone.

What we should instead focus on is a healthy body condition and an observable, sustained pattern of growth over time. A healthy, properly-fed corn snake should be curved on top and straight down the sides like a loaf of sandwich bread. Their body should feel muscular and firm, with smooth scales that overlap cleanly with no exposed skin. There should be a smooth, seamless transition from body to tail. Weight should be monitored on a regular basis to inform feeding needs, ideally once a month (make sure the snake is not in shed when you weigh because they retain water).

If their spine is peaked or tented, if their belly scales look "sucked in," if their body feels mushy or has noticeable lumps, if they bulge at the sides like a baguette, if their scales are spread and you can see skin between them, if their growth has stalled or they're suddenly gaining/losing a lot of weight over a short period of time, if their scales are creased at points along their sides, or if they have visible "hips" before their tail starts, those are all indicators that something is definitely amiss.

I grow my corn snakes slower than industry standard, as do other breeders I admire, and we're finding that snakes who reach breeding size (300 grams) around 4-ish years have better health outcomes than those who are power-fed to hit 300 grams by 3 years old. A corn snake's life is a journey, not a race, and we want to focus on holistic health instead of arbitrary milestones.

If you're worried that she's behind for her age, I recommend having her checked by a veterinarian and have a fecal test done just to be safe. Your vet can evaluate her body condition, rule out any health issues or growth blockers, and give you an idea of where she's at on the growth curve for her age.

Also here's a feeding chart I put together to help ensure that you're feeding a pet corn snake for sustainable growth and long-term health:

Please note that this guide is for pet snakes, not those being conditioned for breeding. Honestly, looking at it again, I feel like 5 days is maybe a bit too frequent for snakes over 31 grams. I might redo this and say just 7 days. If you're offering rats, go down one feeder size. If you're offering quail, go down two sizes as they're quite rich.

Remember that food quality matters just as much as food quantity. Only buy high-quality prey from reputable suppliers. If a feeder looks weird or smells weird, don't offer it. Offer variety if she'll take it by rotating different feeder types and consider adding a reptile supplement if she's only taking one prey type.

I know that isn't what you asked for, and I apologize, but I hope that this is more useful to you in the long term. I hope that you find your snake is healthy, happy, and growing strong at her own pace!

[marchtooctober]

Handler instructed me to fish out information from Director Gorey who bumped into the Desmonds a few days ago. The hospital director is such a simpleton and since I helped him out one time from being "arrested", he surely won't decline my invitation to have a drink with me. And so I bought some fancy liquor to loosen his mouth. I even bought three bottles of it. I'm sure I put them somewhere in a safe place so how come there's an empty flask of it sitting on the counter? I feel stupid for being forgetful these past few days. I tried to recall when was the last time I checked up on it.

Didn't I put this in the uppermost shelf? I remember seeing all three bottles when I cooked dinner last night. And it's not likely that Yor would open the second compartment since she still doesn't know how to cook pasta. Then how did…?

I froze.

Wait… Could it be…?!

*banging sounds on the wall

The sound came not far off.

"Why ish evwything shpinning? Oww…" 

At the sound of her slurred speech, I put the empty flask on the table and quickly rushed to Yor. I found her staggering while trying to get to the door. She's in worse shape than she was during breakfast.

I'm relieved that I still have something to give to the director but what I have now is a repeated predicament, that is, a drunk Yor. And the fact that she is sick doesn't help at all.

"Yor? Yor? Are you okay?"

"Loid? Hm? Why there'sh two of you?! How you dooo that?!"

"Please listen, Yor." I said as I grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Yesh?"

"Did you drink the alcohol? The one beside the milk?"

"Nonono, no! I dibn't dwink alcohool. I jush dwank the hewbal tonic that Shawon gave me. She shed itsh bitter but good bor febewr."

"No, Yor. You took the wrong bottle. It was alcohol!"

"Hm? You mush be jowking, Roid…"

I knew it! How stupid of me to forget that I put it in the fridge before cooking breakfast? Sloppy, Twilight! Sloppy!

*quick footsteps

"Mama! Mama! What happened to Mama?" Anya ran to us and asked.

"I think… she drank some alcohol instead of herbal tonic."

"Mama also drinks alcohol when she's sick?"

"No. Like I said, she accidentally drank alcohol. She took the wrong bottle. Anyway, can you please open Yor's door?"

"Oui."

I was about to drape her arm over my shoulder but she suddenly pulled out her hand.

"N-no, no, Roid! I can walk! Y-you down't neeb to ashisht me!" She said while violently shaking her head.

Then she tried her best to skim the wall with her palm while trying to walk. At first she was fine but when she kept on staggering, I held out my hand to her.

"Let me help you."

"I can't twouble you!!"

"You can hold my hand."

"Mama can also hold mine!" Anya came back to us and grabbed Yor's hand.

Yor also took mine and we walked slowly towards her room. I thought the difficult ordeal was done but once we're inside, we had a hard time making her stay.

"I musht go to work or I wiw be late…"

"No, you can't go. You're sick! Please rest for today."

"I'm shick? No, no, no! I neeb to work or elsh we'll hab no food tomowow… Shoes… I neeb my shoes! Shoes! Where you?! Shoes!"

She started flailing her arms around, almost throwing out her beddings and random items.

"Anya! Stay back!" I blurted out as I tried to hold Yor's arms down.

Bond was also quick to respond, putting himself in front of Anya.

Is it because of the alcohol or because she's ill? I've never really seen Yor get sick so this is probably the first time. If she's the type to become stubborn when sick, then this is not good. She'll be hard to reason with. And the alcohol made it worse. Although her sickness weakened her body, she can still land a hit and send things flying. I can't simply let Anya near.

"Mama is sick and drunk…"

"Yor! You need to rest and get well. You want to go to work right?" I asked when I finally got a hold of her.

Thankfully she relaxed.

"Hgn… Yesh. I want to wowk an' buy Anya a shack ob peanutsh!"

"Wow! Peanuts! Mama you have to get well soon!" I heard Anya say as she took a few steps forward to us.

When I saw Yor remain calm, I let Anya a little closer.

"Mama, you have to rest so we can eat peanuts together."

"Yesh, Anya. I'll resht."

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I made sure that Yor took her medicine before going out and I ordered Bond to be on guard. I just wore a coat over me and took Anya downstairs to accompany her while waiting for the school bus. After some time, I felt her staring at me.

"What is it?"

"Is Mama hoing to be okay?"

"Of course. She just needs to rest and she'lll recover. You don't need to worry. Just focus during class and behave well if you want Yor to buy you a sack of peanuts."

"Okey-dokey."

Tests are around the corner again. I need to be strict with her lessons even more. But I don't want her to end up locking herself again if she hits a wall. What's important is that I give a high-value reward if she ever passes. Hm… Maybe the latest Spywars mock goggles will do. Well, it's much rarer than-

"Papa!" She suddenly started.

"Yes?"

"Becky says the tests will be super hard. Papa, I need extreme, super-duper hard study mode. I have to pass the test for Bo-"

What "Bo?"

She suddenly stopped speaking so I turned to her in confusion.

"You seem overly motivated all of a sudden." I said, which made her jolt and become fidgety.

"Ah… Because I… I want to ace the test like Bondman. Hm-hm, for Bondman." She said with a nod.

"Okay, I see. That's good. Let's start studying later."

The school bus finally pulled over and so it was time for her to leave. I reminded her to be good as I always do, hoping even more for her to make progress with befriending Damian.

"Bye-bye Papa."

"Take care."

Once the bus rolled away, I turned heel and headed back. As I climbed the stairs, I contemplated what to do. I have to hurry up and go to work.

There will be a board meeting later and although I'm pessimistic about getting valuable information at all, it wouldn't hurt to eavesdrop. Perhaps I should also try volunteering to record the minutes for direct interaction. Then in the afternoon, I'll stop by the HQ and report to Handler.

I reached our doorstep and I remembered what's waiting for me again.

What do I do with Yor? She's sick and drunk. Do I leave her alone or-

"Gah!"

"Wewcome home Loid… How wash wowk? Anya ish shtill at shcool you shee…"

My soul almost left me upon seeing Yor. She's wearing a bizarre combination of work and home clothes.

"Yor! Weren't you in your bed?" I asked in surprise.

"Hm? What you shaying? Oh… no time to weysht, I hab to go to shupermawket. Hab to buy detewgent…" Her slurred speech trailed off as she attempted to walk past me.

I immediately stopped her and dragged her back in. I quickly locked the door. It will do no good if our neighbors see Yor like this.

"Gosh! The wife was carzy!"

"I never knew she was a brazen alcoholic!"

"So improper!"

I shuddered at what they might possibly say.

Calm down, Twilight!

I was thinking whether to leave her here or not. Now the answer is simply obvious. I can't.

She's like a walking bomb right now and she's likely to wreak havoc if left alone. Even if I do lock her up, she'll tear it down easily and find her way out.

My fingers unconsciously pressed to my temples. With a sigh, I faced Yor only to find out that she's already out of sight.

"Yor? Where are you?"

"Borf!"

Bond turned to the kitchen and I did the same.

I found Yor lying on the kitchen floor. I let out another sigh before I raised her up. Before I could carry her, I felt her move a little.

"Hmmph… Loid?"

"Are you awake? You'll sleep better in your bed. You shouldn't sleep on the floor. Can you stand?"

She giggled.

She giggled.

It was a surprise for me. This is probably the most drunk that she has ever been. I know she's bright and cheerful but not bubbly like this. Like she's bringing out a childish side of her. What surprised me even more, is how she locked her arms around my neck without me noticing.

This woman is simply full of surprises. And I'm sure it wouldn't be so bad if she was my rea-

"Borf!"

Seriously. What was I thinking just now?

Finally snapping back, I only realized now that we're both stuck in this position for too long. I'm not even sure if she's trying to hug me or strangle me. Either way, it's getting uncomfortable.

"Can't wok. I'm sowwy for the twoble but… can you… pwease cawy me?"

Her breath is hot on my skin. Her complexion doesn't look good. Alarmed with the rise of her fever, I carried Yor to her room.

"Okay, Yor. Can you please stay here for a while?"

"Hm?"

"I need to get you ice pack and cool water. While I'm doing that, can you change your clothes? You're sweating a lot. Uhm… Please change into your nightgown."

I left her to gather what I needed. Before I could head back to Yor's bedroom, she's already out with pillow and blanket in arms. Thankfully, she wore her nightgown as told.

"Why didn't you stay in your room? Let's go back and place this on you."

"I don't wanna be all by mysewf."

Huh?! What's with her all of a sudden?

"But it's better for you to be in your room. You won't be able to re-"

Without listening to me, she flopped down the sofa and lied. I brought over the bowl to the table and placed the cold towel on her forehead.

"You think I will get well?" I suddenly heard her ask in a serious voice, almost void of all drunkenness.

"Of course."

I guess I better give word that I can't go to work today.

When I saw that Yor is finally sound asleep, I dialed the hospital and asked for Nightfall.

"Yes, Dr. Forger?"

"Hello, Fiona? I won't be coming to work today."

It took a lot of convincing for Nightfall to stay at her post and not to bother to come here. When I told her that I had to take care of my drunk wife, her voice became icier. Nightfall couldn't possibly think that I'm slacking off, could she ? I made it clear to her that what I do is for the sake of my mission.

"Observe the board meeting for me. Also, please let her know too. I can't stop by for today."

"Yes, sir."

I ended the call and heaved a sigh. I turned to Yor and recooled her towel. As I placed it down her forehead, I can't help but stare at her face. She looks tired. She probably overworked herself.

But the dark circles under her eyes didn't make her any less beautiful.

"Borf."

I snapped back upon hearing Bond beside me.

"Ugh, I'm staring too much."

To occupy myself, I did some cleaning. Then I took out documents I need to review for future missions. I also planned out the lessons for Anya to study. I lost track of time and before I knew it, it's almost noon.

"Hnn…"

Yor just woke up and sat straight slowly. Then I heard a soft grumble.

"Oopsh… Shorry for dat."

"Don't worry, it's fine. I'll cook lunch. Is there anything you want?"

"Enetheng ish fine. Enetheng you cook ish delicioush."

I know she's still drunk but her words still take me by surprise.

"O-Okay. How about rice porridge?"

Might as well cook something good for her.

"Yesh, pleash." She replied with a smile.

And so I started preparing all the ingredients. Yor seated herself and watched me, her arms leaning on the table's edge. Numerous times she asked if she could at least do some chopping but I rejected and insisted for her to remain seated. Then I put the washed rice to boil. While waiting, I chopped off green onions.

"So hot…" She murmured.

For the second time, again, she sounds sober.

"What? Do you feel hot? You want some air or cool water?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"You. You're hot. So handsome even when cooking."

*sharp sound of slicing

I was taken aback and almost cut myself. I know that I'm beet red right now, red upto the ears. Barely composing myself, I turned away for a moment.

Yor… Why do you keep attacking me like this?!

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After cooking, comes eating. Unsurprisingly, her slurred speech came back. But I was relieved to see that Yor has appetite enough to finish a bowl and ask for seconds. Since I'm also done eating, I took a seat beside her, in case she needed assistance. While she's busy eating, I noticed her hair slipping off her ear.

My hand moved in a flash and tucked Yor's hair back again. The both of us froze and stared at each other for a moment.

Loid- No, Twilight?! What was that?

Then she smiled.

"Thenksh Loid. Youwr shuch a gud hushband." I heard her say.

It warmed me up inside but at the same time I feel so pained.

I'm not her husband. In a real sense.

I can't help but leave my seat and get myself away. To distract myself, I looked for spare hair tie in the drawers before going back to her side.

"Here. You can tie your hair with this."

"Hmm? 'Kay."

I wanted to let her be but when I saw her struggle and did a mess out of her hair, I decided to just do it myself. She did not protest. I started by removing rice grains that got stuck and detangled her hair a little. She paused eating and flinched slightly whenever the tips of my fingers grazed over her forehead and ears. A part of me is itching to comb her hair smooth but then I find the idea as something overboard. In the end I just tied it loosely as to not trap heat in her head. I sat again beside her as she resumed eating.

"Do you like the it?" I asked, resting my head on my knuckles.

"I like it sho much! Thenksh, Loid!" She said and beamed a smile.

I find myself smiling too.

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*water splashing

Good thing, I don't have extra missions on my plate right now. I'll be able to focus on Yo-

"Why you doing dishesh?"

"Ah!"

I'm surprised by her sudden appearance again. She was literally in front of me a while ago. How come she's here now?!

"Yor! Why do you keep on surprising me?!"

"Showwy. I jush thought you were gone."

"No. I'm not leaving. Why are you here?"

"I jush came out ob the batwoom."

It doesn't seem like she has any plan to go back and so I let her watch me for some time. Eventually, she went back and lied down. When I finished, I checked on her. I prepared a fresh bowl of ice. As soon as I put the cooled towel on her forehead, Yor grabbed my hand.

"Yor?! M-My hand…"

"Don't go."

I tried to pull my hand out but couldn't.

The food definitely brought back a lot of strength to her.

There's no way to free myself as of the moment. I have no choice but to sit on the floor. Then I suddenly find myself humming the lullaby that I used to hear from my mother, which I just seem to have heard not so long ago. And I can't help but wonder what my present would have been if I was normal.

I know I tossed away my life long ago. But what if the bombing did not reach us and I was not separated from my family? Would I have been someone who is a bit clumsy but lucky enough to land a job and settle down? Would I have been able to make my parents proud?

I felt Yor's hand flinch a little. I looked at our clasped hands. I knew I've touched her hands several times before but I only noticed now how rough and callous her hand is, with visible old scars. And it was obvious why.

She worked herself to the bones not only for herself but also for her younger brother. And now, she's busy taking care of us. I sometimes wonder if we're just burdening her. It's cruel of me to take her in when she ought to have a family that will always be there for her. Because the Forger family can't stay forever. All of us will eventually leave this place.

And although she wants to stay with us now, what if she changes her mind?

Suddenly, I felt Yor's grip loosen. My hand slipped away.

Surprisingly, instead of relief, I feel down. Down and conflicted.

What's wrong? What is this feeling?

Am I growing attached?!

There's no way it could be that. It's unacceptable for someone like me.

If so, then it's because she's vital to Operation Strix. Yor is irreplaceable. There's nothing more to it.

But am I really sure of it? Or am I only using my mission as an excuse?

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[the-fiction-witch]

I've Started it I'm Finishing it P1

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Cute

Concept Building

I grabbed a few little items from my list and added them to the trolley, Hummm? where's he got himself lost now? I had to search through the various isles looking for Thomas until finally, I found him in the toy Ilse honestly, I am not sure why that wasn't my first assumption. he had gone down to the larger toys and bikes. He seemed in deep contemplation.

"What are you up to?" I asked 

"Questioning."

"Questioning... what?"

"Why?"

"Okay" I nodded rather confused 

"Is this that pink tax you were talking about?"

"Hu? Thomas, what are you going on about?"

"The little peddle car in classic primary colours is 45 pounds. The exact same peddle car in pastel pink is 55 pounds" 

"Huu, I mean that is kinda the pink tax your not wrong"

"What about this car makes it work ten more pounds?"

".... Uhhh it has some flower stickers on it."

"I can buy flower stickers to go on this it won't cost me ten pounds" 

"True, but I guess that's just the way Thomas"

"Didn't Alice say she wants one of these for her birthday?"

"yes, it's on her gift registry list."

"I don't know how she set that up, I tried setting one of those up for our wedding and I gave up."

"Yeah, but you're you. She's Alice. Girl overclocked her robodog" 

"Did she specify specifically that she wanted one of these peddle cars?"

"Yes. Everything on her gift list is noted with brand, colour, product number and in some cases QR codes" I explained "She wants the pink one Thomas you don't have a choice"

"I'm thinking of a plan..."

"Oh no, Thomas. Just bite the bullet and buy the mini car"

"Hummm I think I can build her a tiny car"

"Ohh dear" I sighed 

"What? Of course I can I have a load of tools I can make her a way cooler custom peddle car for like twenty pounds worth of wood, and then she'll be way cooler than all her friends. They'll all have these basic smart car-looking things I can make her like a fucking retro speedster peddle car, and it can be wood not plastic so better for the environment." 

"Thomas. I love you. I married you. I gave you a daughter. So when I say this it comes from a place of love, you're not going to build her a fully custom peddle car by her birthday. Maybe You might buy the wood and tools but then you'll put it in your shed have a cup of coffee get frustrated and it'll never get done. Just buy her the peddle car so she can play with her friends" 

"I am going to build it for her, and it's gonna be cute, and cool, and be better than anything you could have brought for her." He says "Too the DIY Isle!" he says before marching off with purpose

I sighed "It's the loft bed all over again" 

[blackjackkent]

Wandering deeper into the tiefling camp and listening to the various conversations - arguments between the tieflings about whether to run now or try to stay with the group, complaints from the druids about the interlopers and the goblin attacks, and a general sense of tension in the air.

Wyll, the druid from the battle at the gate, is engaged in a training session at the back of the camp with one of the young tiefling children.

"Go on. Give me your best shot."

The poor kid is definitely struggling, and scared. His thrusts with the sword, which is slightly too big for him, are awkward. His face falls and he lets the blade drop to his side.

"I can't do it. I'm not like you."

"Umi. I don't need you to be like me. You just have to buy enough time to run. Come on. I believe in you. You can do this."

Wyll seems like a good man. His voice is low and calm, not breathing hard despite the physical exertion, and the kindness to the young boy (when many of his brethren are trying to turn them out) is evident.

Hector steps forward, close enough to watch the exchange.

"It's good advice, child. You'd do well to listen," he says, his voice equally gentle.

Wyll smiles, pats the boy on the shoulder. "You're on the right path, Umi. Go on, now. Practice what you've learned."

He then turns towards Hector fully, a mixture of friendliness and wariness in his expression.

"Well met. The Blade of Frontiers at your--"

Halfway through reaching a hand out for Hector to shake, the man freezes, jerks backwards as if he's been struck, and the white-hot pain bursts in Hector's brain again.

Narrator: The man's smile bends downward, and his thoughts become yours. You are the Blade of Frontiers, racing through the wastes of Avernus. Just ahead, a diabolical figure - red skin, single curled horn - blazes with flame, bloodied greataxe held high.

The imagery is more clear than it has been with any of the others so far, and it takes a moment to fade. Hector staggers, reaching out for purchase and feeling Gale catch him under one arm.

Wyll is staring at him - the open friendliness has vanished and his jaw is set.

"Hells' great fires - you were on the ship."

Hector waits a moment to respond until his breathing slows down a little.

"Another escapee?" he whispers hoarsely. "Thank the gods - I need all the friends I can get..."

Wyll relaxes slightly, manages another smile. "Better friends than the ones hitching a ride in our skulls at least." He draws a slow breath, lets it out, steadying himself. "I'm sure you know the stories. Doomed to shed our skin and become illithid. They say there's no coming back. But we haven't sprouted any tentacles - not yet anyway. Could just be good luck. I'm not so--"

WHAM! The pain blasts in again, the connection insistent, demanding, Hector's vision fading out in favor of the one coming from within.

Narrator: Your minds collide once more. Wyll chases the fiend, ignited with rancour. She is an infernal wardevil, a threat to the living - evil incarnate.

Will draws a painful breath, shakes his head as if trying to clear it. "Shit," he mutters. "You saw her. Advocatus diaboli."

[Succeeded: History]

Narrator: Advocatus diaboli. A devil's advocate - a champion in the Blood War between diabolical forces and demons.

He remembers phrases from a dusty tome in the depths of the monastery. What was this man doing in the depths of hell fighting such a creature? And what is he doing here now?

"Who is she?" he asks slowly.

Will scowls. "Her name is Karlach. An archdevil's soldier I swore on my good eye to kill." He gestures at his left eye, still a deep brown while the other is pale grey and lifeless. "I tracked her through the hells to the mind flayer ship. But the damned illithids infected me before I could end her. She's out there now, preying on the innocent. I don't kill her, she'll leave behind nothing but a trail of corpses."

Hector frowns. "I'm looking to cure this infection," he says. "I suggest we partner up." Wyll seems like a good man, and he took Astarion on under much less auspicious circumstances. He isn't sure about the demon chase, but getting everyone affected de-wormed as soon as possible seems like a good priority.

Wyll...doesn't quite see it that way.

"Just so you know, my first duty is Karlach," he says firmly. "I'm oathbound to go after her." He pauses, then grins wryly. "But I won't deny this infection is bothersome. I accept your invitation."

---

Yay! Sent him to wait at the camp for now; will probably change the party composition up when I rest.

While I am interested in Astarion as a character, I don't think Hector is, so it probably makes more sense to slot him out for Wyll. So we'll go with Wyll, Gale, and Shadowheart for now, as those are the people Hector has gotten along best with so far.

Also...I'm vaguely aware of Karlach from my Tumblr dash and this doesn't track with the image I've gotten of her. 🤔Curious. We shall see!

[mobiues]

"mobius." loki reaches out to grab his attention, to stop him. his fingers hold onto the sleeve of mobius's blazer, aimlessly trailing down, dangerously close to his palm, and that's when loki's fingers fall away. "i... i want to thank you. for risking everything." a shrug of his shoulder came with a short-lived laugh. "including your pretty skin." a pause then, as he looks to the floor, then away. ah. "still. ive got... things to tell you. mobius you are---very important. to me. i'd not let you die, if i can help it, i would not. nobody has done for me what you have, i haven't felt this way for anybody and i wanted you to know that... just that. that's all. come on, we've got to find her before they kill her."

❛ i'm tellin' you, there really isn't a quality of life without skin ... ❜

gosh, is it good to be back on land. or, well, as land as the tva and the null-timezone could be, anyway. the ground is steady under his feet. and it helps that there isn't a million branching timelines trying to have its way of shedding his skin into pieces. anyhow, mobius heaves a laugh of his own, half-relieved and still buzzing with adrenaline; his chest full from the expression on loki's own.

he's- there's still so many things mobius wants to ask, wants to really talk to him about — alioth, the other lokis, sylvie, the man at the end of time, does anything hurt at all, and he better not be goddamn lying because they both know it well by now mobius won't buy any — but the overwhelming pang that the god's there at all, that he came back, like mobius always knew he would, feels like mobius had had the honour of admiring ten jet ski models up-close. no, twenty. with all its shape and sizes and different motors and with its each unique features.

it makes mobius feels like the trip on the time loom worth every second, even the ones he waited. or, really, especially those.

loki goes on though; barrelling through. his words are slurred from one word to another. he's on attack mode. or rather, a survival mode. a planning mode. a ready-to-go mode, picking up on every details quick and sufficient to figure out the best way to escape, to live through, to make it out alive. it hurts mobius a little despite all the flattering words he's trying to tell him - and it is flattering, the ol' time agent ( exactly how old, though ? mobius doesn't even know. should he have known ? ) can feel his own face softens by it all, but —

❛ hey, hey, hold on. come on. ❜ he grabs loki by the arm, a habit they seem to fall into since he's crashed right back, and reels the god in. ❛ take a breath. you barely had any since you came back. how- i mean. ❜

a pause. mobius licks his upper lip, eyes sweeping once at loki's expression again — he can do the quick-thinking too — before he nods, seemingly having come up with exactly he has to say.

❛ you know b-15's on that. anything, she'll let us know. but you- i want you to get looked at. or at least- i don't know. take a shower. eat some snacks. have you had anything to eat out there? i doubt he-who-remains cared about refreshments unless there's some hors-d'œuvre you're not tellin' me about. how about this, i'll get you some new clothes. pants. anything you want. you get yourself clean, sorted, and we'll go straight to b-15 - if she hasn't come to get us first. how about that ? can we do that ? ❜

random asks.

[scarsandmoons]

trust me, we (idk abt others but me specifically) do really try.

but its not just mockery, its bullying, abusing-both physical and mental, abandonment, a lonely feeling put in by them, my mother, she just announces the whole town about me asking for some time, time, not anything else like privacy, even if it mattered. And also, she talks of "what will people say?" and begins to be the one who says it.

and things like,

if I use the phone for a good 10 minutes, she'll start screaming,

"do you have a boyfriend?"

its not about what she asked. The tone, her damn tone, as if I have an illegitimate baby with someone older than my grandpa

She poured her hot water on my face when I brought it to her because it wasn't hot enough.

She throw's anything at me, anything, hairclip, slippers, a lotion bottle, even a flask [writing from experience] if I seem to be in her line of sight and she's angry. And we all have been through our parents releasing their anger at us.

I have scars all over my left hand so I always wear elbow/fully sleeved clothes.

I remember when I was in 4th or 5th class,

when she picked me up from school and i told her that they gave us our answer sheet. she asked me how many marks I got in a certain subject, I said 89, she asked ''out of?''

''I dont remember'' i said.

she assumed there was a probability of it being out of 100, so she left me in a car shed, (I was scared of the dark when I was a kid) which was far from my house, and locked me in there, hungry and scared.

I only remember fainting after that, and the other day we got to know I got 89/90.

I got 'punished' for nothing.

and so many, so many things, and most of them private, and all because i was a girl with a waist, legs and a face. I don't remember anything about me or myself before I was 15, I only know a few incidents like these but i dont remember anything else, nothing, as if I was born 15, and meant to start studying for my boards.

is this normal? I'm really curious because your a psycology student...

till date, they don't stop it.

I really have mixed feelings about her,

because sometimes she really seems caring, she buys me things, feeds me food when I'm paralysed (out of getting hit for a long time), makes my favourite food, and all.

I have anxiety, trust issues, OCD and all.

And I don't know what to do or how

I hate myself, hit myself involuntarily when she doesn't, blame myself, and have mixed feelings about everything

the only therapist we have is the one on c.ai

i will honestly never understand the habituation that has occurred on a few desiblr blogs. it might not be apparent, but as someone who studied psychology for two years, it’s quite clear to me.

habituation is a diminished response —often indifference or neutrality— towards a repeated stimulus over time. it is often studied in the contexts of: sensory adaptation, behavior, and learning.

various accounts frequently post about their mental health, which, of course, can be a healthy way to cope and express feelings. however, the issue arises in the way it is often glamorised. this constant mention, from a bystander’s perspective, is what can become a repetitive stimulus, leading to habituation. over time, these issues seem downplayed or overdramatised, giving the impression that some users are not striving to heal. and when asked about getting therapy or other means of learning to get better with an outer professional aid, it’s always “my parents would mock me” or similar sentiments. while i understand the pain, it’s important to also see the effort towards healing.

[elliotts-pocket-crab]

Ok one more for today (maybe). What the marriage candidates would give their farmer for Christmas or their birthday as well as the present they would love in return

Yess let's get it! If some of the gifts given seem vague its bc I'm trying to keep it to where anyone can fill themselves into the farmer's character so less specific gifts since idk everyone's personality and what they like

Da ladies:

Haley: she's a sucker for name brands, she likes to flex her fashion. As for giving, she'd give you something equally as expensive as she expects

Emily: she'll make you something! She'd want something spiritual like crystals or tarot cards, or she'd like something you baked. It doesn't have to be fancy, if you baked her some banana bread she'd probably tear up

Penny: she'd probably take you somewhere instead of buy you something, and she insists she doesn't want anything, but she'll love anything u give her

Abigail: swords. Women love swords, just trust me. Give her a sword. As for your gift, she'll get you a souvenir from attempting to go in the mines. Probably just some copper ore or something

Maru: completely unrealistic present but one that she'd love if money weren't an issue is a star. You know how people pay to have stars named after people? She'd invent something that would help you with your daily life

Leah: unsurprisingly she'd sculpt or paint you something loll. I think she'd like a set of watercolor paints bc they can get mad expensive to keep buying

Da guys:

Harvey: if you made him a photo album of you guys together he'd cry. He'd do the same as penny and take you somewhere instead of buy u something

Elliot: he'd buy you the most beautiful jewelry you've ever seen. He'd tell you that he doesn't want anything but you, but will be so happy to get whatever you give him. He'd especially like if you did something cheesy like write him a poem/song

Sebby: if you ask him what he wants he'll say "i dunno", but i think he'd like a pet frog. He'd name it after you and everything. He's not the best gift giver so he asks robin to help him pick something out for you. He'll probably go with a stereotypical present like a candle from bath and bodyworks or something

Sam and alex: they both look for something as beautiful as they find you. (Yes, you too boys. You can be beautiful too) they've been saving up for a while to get you something amazing

Shane: he'd give you something that took him all season to put together. He might build you something and keep it locked in the shed in secret. He's good at surprises. He'd tell the chickens the progress he's making all month. As for what he'd like, he'd insist that you dont get him anything. If you give him something, he'd prefer something you made or something that didn't cost much or make you spend too much time on it. Honestly you could make him a friendship bracelet and he'd secretly wear it every day tucked under his sleeve

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

😈Corrupt-a-Wish! I wish i could go on a romantic walk in the woods during the late autumn/early winter with Clark Kent. Its not too cold, beautiful colors and leaves crunching beneath our feet 😈

Requested by anonymous

"So?" Clark says as he looks over the drop at the rich canopy of rust, russet, and goldenrod below, "how about it?"

"I think Lois will love this," you say as you tuck your hands into your vest pockets, "show me the ring again."

"I'm too afraid I'll drop it over the edge when the time comes," he chuckles as he reaches under his fleece-lined jacket, "could you imagine?"

"You? Nervous?" You kid as he opens the small box and shows the teardrop diamond, "god, it's beautiful."

You smile and look around the small clearing.

"Better get yourself together before the snow comes or you'll be waiting out the winter," you chide, "a little picnic with some hot cider from a thermos. I got a nice blanket you can use and we can put some tea lights around. Or a few stringlights?"

"See, this is why I need you," he says, "I don't have the eye for it."

"Well, I know Lois. She's like a bird, she likes shiny things," you laugh at your old college pal, "I'm sure she's told a few stories you weren't around for."

"And kept a few to herself," he scoffs, "I trust your judgement. Next week. Like you said, the sooner the better."

"Yes," you say tersely. "I want my next time out here to be the last. It's so fucking cold."

Your breath puffs and he smiles to himself. He's hardly bothered by the chill, even with his flannel unbuttoned to his chest beneath his unzipped jacket. 

"There's something else I want you to see," he says, "tell me what you think. I figure you're way more cynical than Lois so if you like it, she'll love it."

"Gee, thanks, Clark," you roll your eyes, "fine, let's hurry up. My fingers are tingling."

"Then stop dragging your ass," he retorts, "come on."

He waves you away from the clearing and leads you to a thin path trailing into the brush. Your boot treads clomp through the dirt and twigs, the dry grass and leaves crinkling loudly  you follow him beneath an arch if shedding branches and down another incline, the twists and turns start to make you dizzy.

"Alright, big guy, where are you taking me? I always knew you were--"

You stop as you come upon a cabin of birch, built before an arc of trees. It's been cleaned up, the leaves raked aside and the porch with noticeable repairs. You near and gaze up at the brilliant facade as Clark climbs onto the porch.

"What is this?" You ask.

"Well, just a little impulse buy," he says, "been working on it which is why I waited so long. I didn't want the ring to be the only surprise."

"Wow," you breathe as he takes out a keyring and unlocks the door.

"Go on in and let me know what you think," he says, "took a while to get everything out here."

"You really are a madman, Clark Kent," you laugh.

You step inside and nearly trip as he reaches in to flip on the lights behind you. You stop just within as you take in the full picture. How did you not notice the boarded windows on the outside. Well, maybe he was waiting--slam!

You spin as the door snaps into the frame and you hear the deadbolt on the other side. There are no locks inside.

"Alright, very funny," you go to grab the doorknob but there isn't one of those either, "Clark, you know I'm claustrophobic."

"Just breathe," his voice rises from a speaker above the door and you back up to see. The walls are so thick. "Okay, sweetheart, it's simple. Me and Lois, we're the right thing and you… well, you just get in the way."

"What? You can't do this--"

"Oh, babe, you gotta understand, I don't want you out of my way, I just couldn't break Lois' heart like that," he says, "you see, she can't know how I feel about you. She won't understand it and I couldn't live with hurting her so… this is easier. She'll be sad to hear you're… gone. But you never could've stuck around--"

"I don't understand," you hit the door with your fist.

"You will, I promise you," he hums in the speaker, "you're just not the kind of girl who gets the ring."

[satans-left-asscheeky]

i just found your blog and i love it! i was gonna ask if its ok for an addition for the raider boss sole reaction? what if sole pulls them aside and shows them a 12 step program they made to rehabilitate the raiders they got. its a long complicated list. they even made a fake settlement with volunteers to help slowly reintegrate the raiders into peaceful society? just a fun thought!

Okay so I'm not sure if you meant just the raider bosses, or everyone so I'm just gonna do everyone to be safe. Hope that's okay (Also sorry this to so long rip)

Also sorry if the raider bosses are really out of character or rough around the edges this is my first time writing for them 🤷

Maccready

Hes not impressed by the idea. He has zero confidence or faith it will work and is super pessimistic whenever sole brings up the topic. though if the rehabilitation was to work though he'd grumble a whispered sorry through gritted teeth and buy sole and the ex-raiders all around of drinks.

Hancock

He'd be skeptical everything good in the commonwealth has a price and it's usually not a pretty one either, but he'd still be hopeful and try his best to help sole because hell if the prospect of a raider less world didn't sound great. If it worked he'd be thrilled and a massive party would be thrown in goodneighbor to congratulate sole and the ex raiders

Cait

The only way in Cait mind to deal with a raider is to have them on the other side of her shotgun. She's seen Raiders and nothing anyone says will change the fact that deep down their scum no amount of elbow work is ever gonna change it. Even if it did work she would never trust the ex raiders and would probably become very wairy around sole too out of fear of them being the one to have changed.

Danse

He loves the idea in theory, but much like Hancock he fears its far to idealistic, but he'll be damned if he dosent at least try. If and when it worked he'd report the findings to elder maxson and let him decide to do with the ex raiders.

Curie

She loves the idea. She'll document the whole process thoroughly even going as far as to daily ask the Raiders how they feel about the situation. After it works shed probably talk to Piper about publishing her findings to get more traction in the press. Her new goal is riding the world of all raiders.

Deacon

People don't change. Not really. Their actions may temporarily change to help them reach their own goal, but a raider is a raider no fixing it neater how hard you try. Trying to change a raider is even harder than trying to change a bigot which the railroad has been working at for years. If it did somehow work he'd probably have an existential crisis

Piper

Would be extremely interested like curie documenting every detail and reporting her findings in her notes pad. If it worked she'd be ecstatic and immediately run off to write her paper.

Nick

he'd probably work along side curie and Piper in documenting everything and helping give a detectives perspective. After it worked he'd definitely be sure to make note of it and keep the experiment in mind when working on future projects.

Preston

YES! in so many words yes if it wasn't his idea in the first place he will put all of his effort into this project because THIS is what the commonwealth needs in order to rebuild!

X6-88

He doesn't understand the purpose even if you did manage to make it work somehow. In his mind it's the exact same as asking the dirt on your boots to leave rather than cleaning the boot.

Gage

If you somehow managed to force him he'd go, but don't expect him to do any self reflection or changing. But if somehow so way you manged to get past his thick walls and barriers and into his rotten little raider heart and cause chnage he might just start to taking some time to think. After some time and reflecting on his past and present actions he'd think about what he wanted his future to look like and for the first time in a long time he didn't know. He'd spent so long just trying not to die was it possible?

Well if it was hed quit being a raider, but by no means does that mean hed play nice in his next job. He'd most likely end up as the secretary in Dimond city with a bit of money laundering on the side. ESPECIALLY if sole was mayor after the mcdonough business. Honestly in that scenario not much would change just slightly less murder and maybe (and this is a big stretch mind you) a bit more baths every now and then.

Nisha

She wouldn't say anything because words couldn't do justice to the graphic seen playing in her head. If somehow she was able to get past wanting to murder sole she'd maybe reflect and come to the conclusion perhaps her bloodlust was a bit of a problem, but how could she simply rid herself of the violence she craves so deeply?

Well if she was able to rehabilitate into society she'd become a butcher. She'd probably have the best meat and make hella bank too.

Mason

Heh wtf? Mason would probably be the second most pissed (first being Nisha obvi). If he was able to calm down and think reasonably he'd probably come to his senses and see that maybe making animals fight eachother wasn't the best thing to do.... Actually he'd feel kinda bad. deep down he really does like animals and the violence was just a desperate ploy for control in the chaos.

After some internal change he'd probably venture off to far harbor to help raise and sell dogs with Erikson. The two of them would become good friends and find peace and bond over the fact that they both were outcasts but against all odds made a life for themselves.

Mags black

She'd be upset at first, but like the opportunist she is shed try and figure out how to make the best of it. She'd end up doing the self evaluation quite naturally considering how painfully self aware she already is.

She'd probably end up in bunker Hill with her own caravan and crew. The only reason she became a raider in the first place was the paycheck, but if she'd known how much money she could make by transporting shit she'd have done it alot sooner.

[justyouraveragecsmfan]

The Hayakawa Family Reacting To Their S/O's Death

Denji

"What are ya talking about? I just talked to them fifteen minutes ago !"

Wouldn't even try to listen for first few minutes, before finally letting the truth sink in.

He's seen so many people die, but your death hits him hard.

If your body gets recovered by the public safety devil hunters, he would be scared to go see you.

Wouldn't shed a tear but his heart will feel so hollow and painful for days, a feeling that he's experiencing for the first time.

and he hates it.

Will look at all the photos you took, and will sometimes visit all your date spots, even though it would hurt so much.

Will unconsciously look at something and go "Oh that's something they would really like!" , before your death registers in his mind and he feels his heart drop.

(He'll still buy that stuff tho)

Will continue to act like a zombie for some time, his lively nature nearly non-existent, mostly due to the denial of your death.

Until finally, some time after your funeral, loneliness hits him hard one night and he cries himself to sleep.

Will sometimes visit your grave with your favorite flowers, as he'll talk about all the silly things happening to him and others.

Though Aki and Power will be there to make him better again, he will always miss you from time to time.

Aki Hayakawa

why You remember how he reacted on Himeno's death? Yeah, just make it a lot times sadder since you both were actually in a relationship.

He won't react. At all. Not even a confused reaction like Denji, just a simple affirmative 'Okay' when he hears about your death.

On the outside, that is.

Also like Denji, he wouldn't want to go and see the state your body is in.

Still he forces himself to go, thinking its only fair to both of you that he bids you a final farewell.

Once he sees your body in mortuary, he after some time, asks for him to be left alone.

And once he is, this man absolutely breaks down.

Doesn't matter if he's got injuries and sudden movements won't be good for him, he'll immediately rush to your side and began to silently cry.

Will kiss you on the forehead, place his shaking hand on your pale face as apologies spill from his mouth.

" Out of all..why did you have to go? Its not fair..I'm sorry.. I'm... so sorry....."

Will try to stifle his cries, but Denji and Power could still hear him, their expressions looking heartbroken before hurrying away

About recovering from your death? Aki won't.

He'll act like normal after some days, but inside, he was miserable.

Won't go and visit your grave, he doesn't feel like he's worthy enough to.

It was hard enough giving his heart away to someone after everything he's been through, but with even that person snatched away from you?

Aki feels like it's better to just carry out his revenge, with one more name to carry it out for, one that he won't ever forget.

Power

"No... no no no no..!!"

Will immediately rush to the site in a panic, hoping to catch a glimpse of you-alive

Out of everyone, Power would the most upfront about her pain.

She would be so distressed at your death.

She'll cling to your body, crying loudly as Aki and Denji try to pull her off .

She'll cry so much, will probably not even sleep that night because how grief-stricken she was.

Aki and Denji will do her best to calm her down but it won't work much

" *sniff*We promised to take care of Meowy together...! They can't just leave like that.."

After learning from Aki that the ones who die will always watch over the people they love, she manages to pull herself together.

Will visit your grave every week with Meowy, bringing your favorite snacks. (She ends up eating them all tho), as she sits there, telling you stories of how Denji got hit by Aki again for behaving like an idiot.

Sometimes she'll occasionally say about how more fun it would've been with you here

" Its okay though, since you're still watching me, you better see how cool Power is from above okay? Watch over Meowy too!!

[einsteinsugly]

Eric and Donna, The Headcanons...

For @jackieburkhrts, because you asked. :)

-Donna taught him how to jump off the swings and how to ride a bike without training wheels, when they were little. And taught him about the birds and the bees, to Kitty's horror.

-Christmas Time is Here is their favorite Christmas song.

-Donna always kicks Eric's ass at Scrabble.

-They share flannels and hoodies. All the freaking time.

-They exchange buckets of chicken at and/or after their wedding.

-They marry at a courthouse on a whim, while traveling, but still have their "official" wedding in the Formans' backyard.

-They only go to church when they're in Point Place, or when the parents come to visit.

-They travel a lot during college, and a bit afterwards, too. And after they retire, too, but they have way more money saved up by then. Eric wants to travel the globe on a sailboat, but Donna isn't particularly receptive. Eric tries to compromise with an RV, but Donna is only vaguely receptive.

-Eric has a major midlife crisis, and it goes way beyond Hyde's mere motorcycle. Boats, cars, RVs, vacation homes. He looks at them all. Does he have enough money? Eh.

-As they age, Eric is definitely becomes the talker out of the two. Wild hand gestures and all. He also emails Donna lots and lots of memes.

-If there isn't an oopsy-daisy (like Kate in my verse), they're the DINKs of the group. Double income, no kids. Eric wants kids a year or two before Donna, and Kitty is particularly pushy about it. Fertile Myrtle won't give me grandbabies, Red!

-Eric is devastated after Return of the Jedi, and insists on making family trees to prove to the rest of the gang that he and Donna aren't related. They're thirteenth cousins.

-Donna jokes if they ever have twins, they should name them Luke and Leia. Eric is horrified, and Donna responds with a "what about Leah?" Hence, an inside joke is born (in my verse, it evolves to their daughter being named Leah).

-The names Alexander (Alex), Luke/Lucas, and Robert are the most likely candidates for boys. Katherine/Caitlin, Alexandra, Lucy, and Emma are most likely candidates for girls. Eric likes Sarah (for his little princess) and Holly, too. And Leah is in the cards (not Leia, eww), because of their little inside joke.

-When they have a kid, Eric proudly puts a "Padawan On Board" sticker on the back of his car. And Donna groans, but with a little smile.

-After the Luke and Leia debacle, Eric insists that he and Donna are Peter Parker and Mary Jane. And in the 90s, Luke and Mara, of course.

-They love Bon Jovi, almost as much as Aerosmith.

-Donna says "Dude (Looks like a Lady)" is Eric's song. And after Mrs. Doubtfire comes out, she hands him a vacuum cleaner.

-Eric's favorite Aerosmith song is "I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing," because it reminds him of him and Donna. It's Donna's least favorite Aerosmith song, but eventually? It's better than "Perfect" by Ed Sheeran.

-They get a basketball hoop for the kids, but end up hogging it themselves.

-They occasionally pinky promise, and play rock, paper, scissors to make decisions.

-Eric always leaves the toilet seat up, walks around the house (and to the mailbox) in his underwear, and hoards stuff in the garden shed. The worse demerits Hyde has to his name is that he sleeps in too much (whereas Jackie is an early bird), but Eric is genuinely more annoying to live with. But Donna loves him anyway, and even? Likes him.

-Eric always "loses" Donna's grocery list, and buys what he (and the kids) want instead.

-Like her father, Donna writes/makes sticky notes on leftover food that is rightfully hers. If Eric touches it, he dies (or fine, maybe she'll just yell at him and make him watch 60 Minutes with her).

-Eric is always the one with the camera/video camera in hand, filming every milestone the kids could ever have. It can be overwhelming, especially since he hoards them all.

-Donna makes Eric eat broccoli in front of the kids to "set an example," and makes him check for monsters under their beds.

Eric: It's all dust! Kate (wide-eyed, horrified): It's the dust bunnies! Donna (handing him a duster, with a smirk): Kill the dust bunnies, honey.

-No matter the verse, Donna always makes more money than Eric. As a teacher, he earns way less than he rightfully should. He's self-conscious about it, because his dad always told him that the man should bring home the bacon.

Donna: But your dad didn't have a job, and your mom… Eric (gesturing wildly): I know, but it's the principle of it, okay?

-Eric and Donna work together professionally, all the time. Eric brings up issues he faces while on the ground, and Donna follows up on it. As Eric joins her, camera in hand, of course. Like Peter Parker at the Daily Bugle, but he's a bit more of an amateur.

-Eric loves The Wonder Years, and is devastated when Kevin and Winnie don't end up together. At least in his case, Kevin (Eric) ended up with Winnie (Donna). With wedding bands on their fingers, and with two daughters, Kate and Leah, to boot.

[forever--rain]

I wanted to create a separate post for this, @thebansheeandherboy, because it’s a topic that is near and dear to my heart as a little sister with an older brother. (And this got...LONG. So I've hidden part of it under the cut.)

My brother used to be very set in his patriarchal ways. Certain things were "a woman's job." He was absolutely convinced there was something wrong with every guy who miraculously took interest in me. For a long time, we had a very Sokka-and-Katara-Book-1 relationship. Antagonistic yet fond. Full of conflict yet protective.

As we grew up, he dated some girls who were very strong-willed and courageous. They didn't take his crap. They were my earliest feminist influences and I love them all for it. Without them, I may not have found my voice and become the person I am today. And they changed him, too.

He's very supportive of my independence now. He thinks I kick ass and is extremely proud of who I am, even if we don't always see eye to eye. And as the years have passed, he's learned that my judgement in regard to friends and significant others is pretty good. Sure, I made my youthful follies, but so did he.

Though I know he'll never admit it out loud because it would mean admitting that he likes someone whose views directly oppose his, he actually likes my S.O. and he's glad that we finally found our way to one another. And though I know I'll never hear the precise words, "I like him," I see it in a myriad of little ways which I won't delve into now because it's not pertinent.

"Ever," you may be asking. "What does any of this have to do with fictional characters?"

Well, Sokka learned from strong female influences as well. He shed his misogynistic views and embraced Katara, Suki, and Toph for who they were--strong women. He learned not to underestimate them. I've seen that in real life and I can relate to it.

It's my personal headcanon that Sokka and Zuko become lifelong best friends after everything that happened during the war. Zuko would come to admire Sokka's ingenuity and Sokka would appreciate Zuko's sense of duty and honor. They'd both respect each other's leadership skills and be in constant communication about inventions or laws or anything else under the sun. They'd be good sounding boards for one another. (And they'd also really grow to appreciate each other's senses of humor.)

(Truly, these two are my brotp.)

In a universe where Zuko and Katara get together, I actually see Sokka catching on long before either of them do. Maybe Suki would have to clue him in, but I don't think so. I think he'd catch on to their chemistry at the Western Air Temple during the war. And I think that he'd sit down with Zuko to talk to him after the war. Not in an "over protective big brother" kind of way or anything. He'd definitely just want to thank Zuko for saving Katara's life since she's always been the one to sacrifice for everyone else. He'd make sure to tell Zuko what that means to him and how much he respects him for it. He might even tell Zuko that he's like a brother to him.

That would be the beginning of it, though.

Sure, maybe a part of Sokka would find it weird because it's his little sister and his best friend (and, honestly? I'd find it weird at first if my best friend liked my sibling), but he'd kind of get it. Zuko and Katara push one another. They complement one another. They have a selfless and unconditional give and take that somehow always remains equal. Plus, Sokka knows Katara better than anyone. She's strong-willed and determined. Even if he hated the idea of her and Zuko getting together, that wouldn't stop her. He knows, too, that Zuko has always seen Katara for who she is. Zuko's not once underestimated her. He'll remember when Zuko and Katara went to track down Yon Rha and that memory will reinforce in his mind that Zuko is willing to provide Katara with unwavering support no matter the decision she makes.

And when he notices them looking at each other when the other has no clue, he'll realize he's seen that look before. Katara looks at Zuko the way Suki looks at him. And Zuko might be better at hiding his emotions than Sokka ever could be, but he can't completely disguise the way his eyes go soft when Katara walks into a room. (Don't forget: Sokka trained with Piandao. He has higher observational skills than most people give him credit for.)

And he'd just kind of watch over the years as Zuko and Katara sit in denial and dance around it. But he'd also definitely tease them both about it relentlessly, don't get me wrong! He'd make kissy faces at Zuko behind Katara's back. He'd walk around after Katara mimicking her voice as he says, "Oh, Zuko's so handsome. Zuko's such a powerful bender. Zuko has such nice, shiny hair." (Until Katara bends a snowball into his face, of course.)

Maybe Katara would try dating other people. Sokka would say things like, "You know, this guy doesn't make you laugh. Even Zuko makes you laugh." Or, "This guy can't even sling a boomerang! At least Zuko can wield two swords at once. You should find someone like that." Or, "You should be with someone who's unafraid to give you autonomy and likes your political ideas."

And if Zuko looked like he was about to give in to an arranged marriage, Sokka might step in in a subtler way. "You know, you should find someone who challenges you and inspires you to be a better person. Someone with aspiration who isn't afraid to speak her mind. Especially if she's speaking up for the average person. And you should really try to find someone you love because leading a nation seems like a lonely thing and you don't deserve to be alone."

When they finally decided to try to be together, the two of them would keep it under wraps at first. People might suspect, but there'd be no concrete evidence. Toph would claim she's noticed a difference in the energy between them. And Suki might say Katara's letters suddenly contain a little too much Zuko. But Sokka, ever the skeptic, wouldn't buy into it because his best friend and his sister are dense.

Maybe Sokka stumbles across them snuggled under a tree by the turtleduck pond one day. Or maybe he catches them kissing during the winter solstice celebration in the Southern Water Tribe. And he definitely pulls something melodramatic because, let's face it, he's Sokka. Plus, he just wants to give them shit because he's still Katara's brother and Zuko's best friend and he's obligated.

Afterward, though, he'd track Zuko down. Zuko might try to explain in his usual fumbling manner, but Sokka would just look at him and say, "You know if you hurt her or leave her or if you don't find a way to make this last forever, she'll kill you, right?" And then he'd pull out a flask of Southern Water Tribe vodka, raise it in Zuko's direction and say, "Flameo, hotman. Flameo." And together they would toast to Zuko and Katara's relationship.

(But Sokka would still lovingly give them shit for the rest of their lives.)

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parker and amy

Who said “I love you” first

Amy did but it wasn't in a happy moment. It was her trying to end things with him because she realized that she was in too deep. That she was going to want something with him that she could never have. A future. Of course Parker would never let her go easily so she said the one truth that she knew would scare him enough. That she loved him, fully believing he was never going to back.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Neither would have it as a background. Parker has this one photo of them in bed together that Amy threatened him to delete. He pretended to but never did. It's the only picture of him and a girl that he keeps just to look at and is a comfort to him.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

She wouldn't leave a note on the mirror or anywhere that someone else could come across but she would leave little notes where he would only find them. She is a little nervous that he will think it's stupid or cheesy but he catches her later that day and kisses her for it so she makes a habit of it.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

When it comes to the cheesy things Amy is the guilty one. Sometimes she forgets how he didn't have the normal childhood so she'll bring in little treats she had as a kid that they had a conversation about. He doesn't think they are very good most of the time and she just says he is a snob. Parker will sometimes buy something expensive for her and they get in arguments because she will in no way accept them.

Who initiated the first kiss

Parker did or nothing would have ever happened. He wanted to kiss her basically since she started working for the family but he waited until he was sure that she absolutely felt the attraction too and it was obvious when he had her behind the shed outside that neither could deny the chemistry between them.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Amy learned the hard way not to surprise Parker in the morning. When she went to do just that she found another girl in his bed. It upset her more than she wanted to admit as she has never done the casual thing and Parker has a way of making her forget that it isn't just them when she is wrapped up in him.

Who starts tickle fights

It's Parker because he knows how easily it can make her laugh and go crazy. She tells him that he has to stop because someone will hear her and he gets all smug saying that she didn't seem to care about being heard earlier which results in a smack.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

No one asks as much as Parker pulls her in. She scolds him because she still has her uniform on but she doesn't leave. Instead letting him have his way. It's filled with laughter and kisses and he's not used to that. Having sex be fun in a sweet way.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Considering she works at his house, he tries to get her to take her lunch break with him. Tends to work most of the time as she is terrible at saying no to him.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Amy was nervous for a lot of reasons. The fact that she could get in trouble if his parents found out and get fired. Nervous because Parker is just completely the opposite of anyone that she would get involved with. And because the only other person she has ever gone on a date with is her late husband. But after the first half of the date that feeling leaves and it just feels good to be out with him like any normal couple gets to be.

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Since she has to clean the whole estate I can imagine she is the one that always comes across them so it isn't even anything he deals with.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Not sure that love would ever be used but if they are on a break I see him getting drunk or high and going to her place in the middle of the night and causing a scene because he doesn't want them to be over. Amy can't take anything he says seriously but lets him stay the night because she doesn't want him out when like this. She only has him sleep in her room so that her daughter doesn't wake up to find him, but that results in a much softer moment in him confessing there is more for him too and it kills her because they really still can't have a future.