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420technoblazeit · 2 years
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Well c!Tommy might make points for mental stuff like PTSD if that's a category
diversity win! my blorbo has copious amoutns of trauma!
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mailelani · 2 years
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When you’re pretending that you’re not high af
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nickgoesinsane · 10 months
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applesauce
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the spot/jonathan ohnn x spider-man!reader (ft. your baby & miles morales)
cw: sfw, gn!reader, implied amab!reader, implied transmasc!spot, reader doesn’t actually appear, dimension travel, spot being wifey, miles having a breakdown, your daughter’s obsession with applesauce, etc.
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After disappearing for two whole years, Miles finds the Spot in a corner store in Brooklyn with a curly haired toddler strapped to his chest, buying applesauce of all things. Miles awkwardly stands there, confused, until the baby notices him and starts giggling and making grabby hands at him. Spot turns to see what’s caught her attention and jumps, startled, when he sees Miles standing there in shocked silence.
“Oh, hi, Miles.” Spot greets awkwardly, pocketing his wallet into a hole. The cashier’s left already— probably to call someone, because it’s not every day you get a former villain and Spider-Man in your store. 
Miles blinks at the casual use of his name and points at the smiling child, “Whose baby is that?” His voice breaks halfway through, but spare him, this guy was once the biggest threat to the multiverse and now he’s buying applesauce with a baby.
One of Spot’s hands comes up to smooth over her curls, and she tips her head back against his chest to give him a dimpled smile. It’s actually super adorable. The dot on Spot’s face squints in what Miles thinks might be a smile. “This is Zoe. Say hi, honey.” 
Zoe coos at Miles, waving her fists excitedly, “Dada!” 
“No, honey, that’s Miles. Dada’s—”
“You stole a baby?!” Miles’ hands come up to massage his temples to fend off an incoming headache. “You can’t just do that! Is that your thing now, stealing babies? What happened with the Collider? It’s been two years, where have you been—”
Zoe finds his distress funny, apparently, because she squeals and giggles as he tries to keep his shit together. “No, no, no. Zoe’s mine.” Spot cuts in before Miles can have an aneurysm, “I don’t do that stuff anymore. I got married, see?” He shows off the wedding band on his finger, “I’m just here for these.” Spot points at the box of applesauce. “They were out of stock where I live and it’s the only brand Zoe likes, so we hopped over to get some.” 
Miles stares at him, and then he stares some more. “Applesauce.” 
Spot nods, obviously not seeing the issue, “Yeah, applesauce.” 
“Ampleshaush.” Zoe confirms, clapping her hands. “Dada, ampleshaush.” 
“No, pumpkin, Dada’s at work.” Spot repeats, and that’s when Miles sees the shirt that Zoe’s wearing. It’s red and blue, with the iconic Spider-Man pattern and logo. 
Miles’ mouth goes dry, “Who did you say that was, again?” 
“Oh, the Spider-Man from Earth-124.”
This could not get any weirder.
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Movie Nights with Bradley Bradshaw
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader
Summary: Headcanon in which you have popcorn movie nights once a week with your aviator friends.
CW: None, just a bit of fluff
A/N: I feel like I haven't posted Rooster content in a while so I thought I'd share this idea with y'all even though it obviously isn't fully formed. Let me know if you're interested in other half-baked ideas and headcanons 😅
Also, the season of scary movies is upon us, so I thought this might be fitting. Enjoy!
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Week 1: Bradley likes you so he sits as far away from you as humanly possible. You take the centre of the couch, flanked by Phoenix and Bob. Bradley takes the floor.
Week 2: Bradley offers to grab your drink (and everybody else’s so it doesn’t appear suspicious). He sits on the same couch as you this time, but he’s in the corner. When Phoenix stands to use the bathroom and there’s a gap between you and him, he gives you a small smile and you offer him some popcorn. He takes a handful from your bowl, so you shift closer to share. When Phoenix returns, she’s wearing a smug smirk.
Week 3: You plop down onto the couch beside Bradley, completely unaware of how alarmed he is at the idea of sitting beside you throughout the entire evening. He's very still for the majority of the time, although you do end up occasionally rubbing shoulders and, by the end of the night, Bradley is both elated and extremely frustrated.
Week 4: Bradley sits down next to you, handing you your favorite drink. He gives you a sheepish grin when both Phoenix and Bob decide to join you on the same couch, squeezing you and Bradley into the corner. It’s a scary movie, so you end up gripping Bradley’s arm for the better part of the evening, hiding your face behind his shoulder a few times.
"You're missing the best part," he says with a massive grin.
"Tell me when the best part is over," you whimper.
He rubs your back with his hand, chuckling into your hair as you squeal. Anytime the film becomes too frightening and you press your body into his side is the best part in his books.
You're watching the screen with an anxious expression and the moment the music swells, you turn away frantically, burying your face into Bradley's neck.
He holds still, afraid that any movement on his part might scare you off – more even than the slasher flick. When he feels your body tense up against his at the sound of the screams coming from the television, he puts his hand over yours on your lap, squeezing it gently in his grasp. "You're okay," he mutters, his mouth right over your forehead.
You clutch his hand as his thumb sweeps lightly over your knuckles, and he weaves his fingers through yours, trying to relax your grip. You murmur something incoherent into the crook of his neck and Bradley closes his eyes, his embrace tightening around your shoulders. "Just so you know," you say in a soft voice. "You're not allowed to leave me alone tonight."
Bradley lets out a slow breath over your face. "Wouldn't dream of it," he responds.
A/N: I dunno guys, this concept has been bouncing around in my head and I wanted to get it down so I wouldn't be tempted to write a whole story around it haha Hope you liked it!
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effemimaniac · 1 year
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I was trying to find that video of that guy annoying his mother by being like "it's 420 man" in a weird voice and squealing so I searched "420 vine" and the top result was this BEWILDERING and kind of insanely hilarious video with like 300 views
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ivorydragoness44 · 2 years
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Murtagh Morzansson x Reader: The Scare
Word Count: 420 Warnings: Fluff? Summary: Dragon playdate and Murtagh pretends like he got hurt.
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  The surrounding air was filled with laughter. Each playful step and bounce of your dragon and Thorn shook the ground beneath you. It was a great feeling to take some well-deserved time away from responsibilities. While the Riders, elves, and others were otherwise occupied or sticking their noses up at such a thought, Murtagh and yourself had quickly found yourselves jumping and running around in the open field with your dragons.    Your dragon swung their tail at Thorn, hardly making an audible thud. However, the red dragon fell to his side in mock pain, jaw open and letting out small grumbles. As his long tail waved around in his writhing, it flicked over at Murtagh, knocking him over. The initial impact did not appear harmful. As you observed him, however, he struggled, arms shaking as he tried to push himself off of the ground.    Your chest tightened at the sight. “Murtagh!” You cried out as you rushed to his side. All you could hear was your own heart pounding in your ears and your panicked breath. By the time you were kneeling beside him, another sound reached your ears. Laughter.
   “Murtagh!” You gawked in utter dismay, pushing him onto his back. A pout replaced your shock and you promptly slapped him square on the chest. “You scared me!”    “I didn’t…mean to scare you…that much,” he gasped for breath through his bright smile.    With his laugh lessening, you kissed his cheek. “I’m glad to see you enjoying yourself. Even though it was at my own expense, you big oaf!”    Murtagh’s eyebrows shot up. “An oaf!” He exclaimed, making the both of you go into a fit of laughter.    You squealed out when he gave your waist a squeeze.    “An oaf, am I?”    You found yourself being rolled over into the grass with nothing but Murtagh filling your senses. “No. You’re not an oaf!”    Bodies quaking in your self-made hilarity, your cheeks screamed in soreness as your smile broadened from his actions.    He held you a little tighter, his arms wrapping around your form. With your arms over his shoulders, you rubbed his back in response. Likewise, the gentle kiss he pressed to your collarbone made you feel like you could have melted into the grass.    “I love you,” he said, his voice calmer and controlled.    Sliding your hand up into his hair, you guided his face down closer to your own. “I know,” you replied with a quiet laugh and kissed him sweetly, “and I love you.”
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ut-girl666 · 8 months
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Some of my AO3 fic stats, because as you can tell from some of the provided numbers, I am a complete fucking child.
Also thank you to the lovely bookmarkers, with your wonderful comments. They had me squealing and kicking my legs. 🥰
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anyways now I will never be posting anything to my AO3 ever again until I have enough fics to make it Works (420) /j
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kokokabana · 2 years
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After spending 420 gems on extremely disappointing supposedly sex scenes with Daniel/Ryan and Skylar/Jaden, I am now sitting in my chair exhausted after playing a gem scene with Austin/Damien.
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You have a stand off with him about who cares more about the other one. My heart is racing. I’m breathless. I squealed and screamed out loud. My teeth are rotting away from all the fluff.
I don’t know what came over me. The whole chatting part must be my absolute favorite where it’s clear how committed those two are, especially MC.
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sunshines-bee-farm · 3 months
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another day [agere fic]
420 tw
Jade never felt good after the holidays. He had to recover from traumatic memories, flashbacks, and general traumaversery symptoms. Reagan tried to help, but didn’t fully understand it. Reagan never had a perfect life, and plenty of trauma of her own, but she was simply further along in the healing process than Jade was. Reagan had found her liferaft and was swimming to shore. 
Jade was drowning. 
He cried in his sleep, cried when he woke up, and cried when he smoked. The only time he didn’t cry was when people were around. He wasn’t exactly trying to hide it from them, it just felt… unbearable when they were gone, and something about his friends being around was distracting enough. 
He stared as Avery loaded him a bowl. They handed it to Jade in his favorite bong, a small thing that was blown to look like a power-up.
“Thank you, Mama,” he said softly. 
They kissed the side of his head. “Smoke up.” 
He took a few hits and when Avery took the bong, he laid back and closed his eyes. He was finally swimming, at least for a moment. 
“My sweet boy,” Avery said softly, “you worry me so much.” 
His eyes watered. “I’m sorry, Mama.” 
“Let me hold you.” 
Jade crawled into his Mama’s lap, and they held him. Reagan came out a moment later. 
“Goodmorning, Mama, goodmorning, Jade.” She rushed into the kitchen to make coffee. 
“Let’s go take a walk, my little love,” Avery said. 
“Can I come?” Reagan called. 
Avery looked to Jade. He nodded. 
“Sure, princess.” 
They put the coffees somewhere safe and made their way outside. They climbed down the vines along the giant flower stalk, the petals vibrant and red in the sky. Reagan grabbed Avery and Jade’s hands as she skipped down the path. 
“Bug, you’re going too fast,” Jade whined softly. 
Reagan paused with a blush. “Sorry, bubby! I’ll slow down.” 
They walked in silence along the wooden planked pathways, down past gardens and scarecrows and heards of cows or pigs, until Avery squeezed Jade’s hand. 
“Will you tell us how we can help?” 
“If I knew,” he said weakly. “I don’t know how to help. Everything just… hurts.” 
“Why don’t we go back and play a game?” Reagan asked. “You can choose!” 
Jade looked up in surprise. “I can?” 
“Of course, bubs,” Avery said with a smile. “You can always pick the game if you ask.”
He looked down, wringing his hands. His wrists and forearms were covered in silly bandz. “My sister never let me pick the game we played.” 
“I don’t like your sister.” Reagan scowled. “She didn’t deserve you.” 
Jade shrugged a little, so Avery took Reagan’s hand and pulled everyone to a stop. “We have to be conscious how we talk about our ex-families, Reagan love. Jade isn’t ready to be harsh with them.”
Jade nodded as Reagan looked down guiltily. “I’m sorry, bug… I just still care about them a lot.” 
“You don’t have to apologize!” Reagan leapt forward and hugged Jade, squishing his cheek into Reagan’s shoulder. “It’s okay. Let’s just not talk about them unless you want to, okay?” 
Jade smiled a bit. “Sounds good.” 
They started heading home. “So what game are you going to pick, love?” Avery asked. 
“Can we have school?” Jade asked timidly. 
Reagan squealed and started running home. Jade raced to follow. Avery laughed as they picked up the pace, meeting their kiddos at the bottom of the vine. Once they were inside the rose’s petals of safety, Reagan rushed to set up their stuffies and dolls while Jade prepared the lesson plan and Avery got their backpack. 
“You can be the teacher, Jade,” Reagan said, giving them the pointer—a stick with a smiling cloud on top. “I’ll be the T.A.” 
Jade’s eyes widened. “I- I don’t know… I don’t think I’d be good at it.” 
“You’ll be great, sweetheart,” Avery promised as they sat at the wooden desk. “Why don’t you just try, and if it gets too much you two can switch?”
“Yeah! Like taking turns!” 
“Okay,” Jade said. “I’ll be the teacher. Pass out these workshbeets, Mx. Bug!” 
“Yes sir mister teacher sir!” Reagan grabbed the worksheets and skipped as he started handing them out. 
“Here you are, student,” he said with a grin as he gave Avery theirs. “Looks like we’re starting with history!” 
Jade looked through their lesson nervously. “Um, Mx. Bug?” He asked softly. “Can you come here?” 
Reagan rushed over. “What’s up, bubby?” 
“I don’t know if I can do this.” He looked down. “I don’t have a big imagination like you do. What if I’m boring?” 
Reagan giggled. “It’s school, Jade. It’s supposed to be boring!” 
Jade blew a raspberry. “Come on, I’m nervous!” 
Reagan hugged him tightly. “I know you can do this, bubby. Why don’t I introduce you?” 
Avery smiled. 
“Okay!” 
Reagan rushed up to center stage. “Goodmorning, class,” she said in her best fancy accent. “Today we’ll be going over the history of Wellinden—how the garden was formed!”
“Psst,” Jade whispered, “and how we got here.” 
“Yes! And how we, the people, got here.” He smiled. “Mr. Bubby, go ahead.” 
“Um… hi, class.” He giggled nervously, hunched in on himself as he stared at the trembling flashcards. “Um… so the flowers started as massive seeds! That were put there by a giant.” 
“Oh, really?” Avery grinned and wrote that down in their notebook. “What kind of giants?” 
Jade faltered. 
“CLOUD GIANTS!” Reagan yelled. 
“Yes! Cloud giants… who… came down from the skies to plant their holy garden! But by the time it grew to completion… the giants were all extinct!” 
Avery gasped. “What a twist!” 
“Yeah! And… and then our first settlers found the garden and used it to hide from the giant mice!” 
Avery chuckled. “Oh, the giant mice? What happened to them?” 
“The fences keep them out! My T.A. will now help me demonstrate what to do when you encounter a giant mice.” 
Reagan giggled as Jade brandished the pointer like a sword. She made her best rodent face, then lurched forward. Avery gasped as Jade whacked at her, missing widely. 
“Careful, kids,” they warned. 
“Heheh, sorry Mama,” Jade said quietly. “Um… yes! Worksheet time!” 
Avery looked down at their worksheet. “I have a question about question number one.” 
“Yes!” Reagan ran over. “What is it?” 
“Is this a philosophical question? ‘How many flowers are in the garden of Wellinden?’ How am I meant to know that?” 
“It is phil-o-soph-ophy,” Jade told them. “It’s a warm up question!”
“Oh! Well, that makes sense. Teacher, can I have a snack?” 
“Why yes,” Reagan said, “we have plenty of snacks for student kiddos. Can I help you by retrieving one, Mr. Bubby?” 
“No, Reagan, I want to get it,” he said softly with a pout. Reagan nodded, so the smile returned as he ran off. 
While he was gone, Avery waved Reagan over. “I’m so proud of you, princess.” 
Her eyes widened. “For what?” 
“For being a good older sibling for Jade. I can’t imagine what he’s going through right now… but I can imagine you’re making him feel very special, and we can’t know what that means to him.” They cupped Reagan’s face. “Keep being my little ray of sunshine, okay? And you know you can come to me when it’s you who needs the support.” 
“Of course I know that, Mama!” She giggled and hugged Avery tight. “We have to be there for bubby!” 
Jade stood behind the doorway, listening. Tears gathered in his eyes. 
He smiled, finished making the snack, and came back in as if nothing had happened. They continued playing, and when they passed out after recess, Avery covered them in a blanket. 
Another day gone, another day healed. 
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420technoblazeit · 2 years
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YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
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420technoblazeit · 8 months
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Idk if you saw but drawing dump is done but here have a bonus little guy for your inbox
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asdkfjsjfjjsd fucker is LURKING. i love hte tiny little pointy ears u give them it's so cute
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420technoblazeit · 2 years
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I FUCKED UP THE QUALITY BUT I THINK IT ADDS CHARM (im coping)
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HWY WOULD YOU MAKE THIS JESUS FUCKIGN CHRIST OH GOD THE HORROR. WHAT THE FUCK. INTRUDER ASTER IS TERRIFYIGN THANK U
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420technoblazeit · 2 years
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blaze star lore fucks
oh HWAT THE FUCK YOU DREW FANART FOR THIS?????? AYO @redflowerr
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420technoblazeit · 1 year
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I made u a littol cAster
I SAW HTANK U SO MUCH. the swirls are so fuckign good im obsessed
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420technoblazeit · 1 year
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