#god i fucking hated my foster homes
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Hi loves 💕💕 I saw requests are open so I figured I'd send one in! I absolutely love your work you're so talented and I binge read all of your fics!!
I would like to request fem reader x soap where Soaps wife adopted a dog she found on the streets and keeps her even though he hates the idea.( he has a cannon fear of dogs which I find a little funny) slowly but surely he warms up to the dog but not fully. While he's out on a mission there's a robbery and the dog protects the reader and scares off the intruder. Soap hears about this and is instantly is best friends with the dog because even though he hates dogs he loves that the pup will protect his wife (I also hc that mabey it's not a street dog but a retired k9 reader adopted to feel safe while he was gone and she just didn't tell him until he comes home and sees a dog. it's up to you what you pick💓)
Hello anon I appreciate your patience!! I did pick and choose a wee bit to make the fic make sense for me, I hope you like it!
The Exception to the Rule
Pairing| Soap x Reader Rating| T Word Count| 1.9K Content/Warnings| Housekeeping first- this fic is SFW so if you find it in the tags I won’t be bothered about minors reading it but I am an MDNI blog and I will block any minors or ageless blogs who follow me. Got it? Cool. The author is an American attempting to write a Scottish accent, likely inaccuracies about how military dogs in general or bomb dogs in specific work. Allusions to prior animal injury, allusion to potential dog choking (in the context of choking off a working dog who won’t release its quarry), allusion to home invasion, dog bites, Johnny is not happy, the author does not condone getting animals you know your partner has issues with (but the plot necessitates it so on we go!)
Soap knows his wife well enough to know when she’s taken a “ask for forgiveness rather than permission” course of action. It’s written all over her face when she accepts his FaceTime call and answers his greeting of “What did ya dae, hen?“ with a “Please don’t be mad.”
Now certain men might have to worry about their brides stepping out on them on deployment. Soap knows her well enough to not even entertain that notion, so the wheels start turning for what exactly she could have done that has her looking this guilty out the gate.
The answer comes very suddenly in the form of a bark on the other end of the screen.
John Soap MacTavish sputters, something he is not often inclined to do, “Is that a fuckin’ dog?” And not just a dog. That wasn’t a little yappy fluffball who can be picked up with two fingers if need be. It sounds like one of the damn bomb dogs always yapping over in the kennels.
“Please don’t be mad!” She pleads again.
“Well a’m not happy, that’s for sure. Where and why did ye git that thing?”
This is completely out of character for her. Soap’s disdain for dogs (and why) is well known. She bloody well knows. So what the hell?
“It’s not permanent! You said this deployment would be a long one, and there’s been break ins in the neighborhood and I got nervous and my friend told me about this rescue group that helps rehome retired military dogs.” Her explanation is all in one breath. “They approved us” (Us??) ”as a foster family. He’s already got applications in for a permanent home. It just feels,” she pauses to catch her breath, and Soap can feel himself softening ever so minisculely to the dog- as long as he’s on the other side of the world, away from it, “safer here, with him here since you’re gone. The break ins have been really scary, they haven’t caught the guy yet.”
Fucking hell how is he supposed to argue with that? Especially if there’s some prick on the loose breaking into houses.
“Cujo better nae be oan th’ bed wi’ ye,” he grouses, acquiescing while still making his displeasure known.
“His name is Kabar and I’ll have the bed freshly stripped when you’re due back I promise.”
Soap is a god damn sucker for those pleading doe eyes, giving a big exasperated sigh to signal he’s letting her off the hook. “Fine. Bit he better be gaen by th’ time I pull intae th’ driveway. Let’s see th’ damn thing then,” Christ he hopes it’s not a Belgian Malinois. He knows they’re popular for military dogs but his darling is not built to handle a maligator, retired or not.
“Okay hang on,” she replies, notably cheerier as she taps the screen.
It’s a German Shepherd, thank fuck (Johnny must be having a stroke to be grateful for the sight of a German Shepherd in his bed)
He knows as well as anyone else they can be intense, but they’re a step down from the Malinois at least.
The coloring is traditional, but Soap’s brain starts nudging him that something is wrong with the dog. It takes a moment to click before he realizes the problem.
The damn dog only has three legs. “Is he a tripod?” The question is out before he can stop himself because no he is not inquiring about the damn dog. It was just a thought that escaped.
“He is a disabled veteran!” His bride corrects cheekily, before much more solemnly adding “He was a bomb dog.”
Oh Christ. He did not need to know that. Doesn’t need to think about the damn animal waking up one day with four legs and clocking in to work with his handler before boom.
“A’m only entertaining this because of the break ins, hen, am ah clear?”
Maybe having that booming bark rattling the windows will keep any would-be intruders at bay. This is the worst part of the job- being stuck on what might as well be the other side of the world when she’s got something to deal with.
“Absolutely crystal clear!” She’s all too agreeable, pleased as hell to have her cake (the dog) and eat it too (Johnny tolerating it).
Somehow this is going to blow up in his face and he’s going to permanently end up with a fucking military dog he doesn’t want, he just knows it.
But there’s no fucking way he can tell her No. Absolutely not. He goes back today, with a potential threat lurking around the neighborhood. He’d never forgive himself.
The rest of the conversation is much more in line with what he usually anticipates with their phone calls being- He doesn’t much like talking about work off the clock although lets her know of any interesting shenanigans around the base, and listening with baited breath as she regails him of tales both extraordinary and, well, extra ordinary.
Usually their phone calls end when she passes out in bed, and they’re perfectly poised to continue that habit tonight also.
“Ye made sure all th’ doors and windows are locked, hen?” He asks as she starts snuggling into the bedding underneath her.
“Yeah Johnny, I,” she cuts herself off with a big yawn “-I double checked them.”
It’s a few minutes later that the phone slips from her hand, camera pointing at the ceiling as she drifts off.
Johnny can almost imagine he’s at home laying on his back, watching the rhythmic movements of the ceiling fan in time with his lovely girl snoring slightly in his ear (despite her verbose protests that no she doesn’t snore- okay. Whatever you say, gorgeous.)
It’s an incredibly comforting moment that lets him feel a bit closer to home that is ruined by the sound of snuffling by the speaker.
The dog’s nose appears on screen, the angle making him look like an aardvark as he sniffs the phone before laying down, presumably relishing in the fact there’s not a damn thing Soap can do about this situation.
“Ye better keep an eye oan my girl, Cujo.” Soap grumbles as he begrudgingly hangs up the phone.
The mission ends quicker than expected- substantially quicker- and as content as Soap is with getting home he also is annoyed.
The mission got cut so short, and it’s so damn late by the time Soap is driving home that he knows the fucking dog is still there. The agreed upon date has not yet passed, which means that fuck is lazing about on his side of the bed.
Not to mention the mere obstacle of convincing a former military dog he’s never met, in the middle of the night, that yes this is his fucking house and he’s the one paying the bills around here and yes that actually is his spot on the bed so kindly fuck off.
At a point during his drive home, a police car flies by him. Then another. Then another.
Must be the fucker that’s been breaking into homes. Hopefully he gets caught and that’s one less thing to worry about when Johnny leaves again.
Except the red and blue lights seem to be fucking honed in from the spot that he’s steadily driving to, and Johnny’s convinving himself that he’s seeing things. There is no way that those lights and sirens are stemming from his house, thank you very much.
Even still, he feels himself driving faster. The sooner to quiet his anxiety that’s brewing.
The anxiety doesn’t dissipate as he makes each turn to his home. If anything it gets worse.
Because all that noise and the flashing lights are stemming from his own fucking home. Johnny can barely get the thing in park before he’s flying out of the vehicle. He can hear screams and specifically her crying and in an instant Johnny’s beyond being keyed up.
One of the officers attempts to intercept Johnny- thinks he’s just some nosy fuck from who knows where- and it takes everything in him not to blow his top entirely as he cuts the man off with a stern “This is mah house ‘n she’s mah wife!”
The sound of his voice booming into the night is enough to catch her attention and bring her running to him. Johnny embraces her as she flings herself at him, crying into his shirt as he strokes her back and soothes her.
He can piece together the general what happened, although he’s completely unaware of the details.
One piece begins to fit into place as he starts to hear what all the screaming is. His initial attention completely fixated on ensuring his wife is whole and hale, now he can check that off the mental list he now has the bandwidth to listen to the bellowing.
“Git it aff me! Och Jesus, someone git it aff o' me!”
“Cannae git th’ damn thing tae release him,” Johnny hears one of the officers comment dryly.
“Can always choke him off if the owners can’t git him tae let go,” the other one supplies.
“Eh, ah guess,” the first one responds in a bored tone that makes it clear he has a this guy fucked around and now he’s finding out, and I don’t see a reason to hurry- the dog looks happy anyway, stance to the situation.
On the side of the house, face down in the grass is the man who presumably broke inside.
He is so incredibly lucky there are witnesses and a sobbing wife to curtail the dark, angry thoughts swirling around in Johnny’s brain. Otherwise all it would take would be one phone call to Laswell and this prick disappears forever.
Attached to the calf of that man is Cujo, happily laying on the ground with his tail wagging slowly like his teeth aren’t sunk inside a man’s flesh. If the dog gets too annoyed with the man’s wiggling he shakes him like a chew toy, starting up a fresh round of someone git this fucking dog aff o’ me! until he lays still.
The mention of choking the dog off the would-be intruder doesn’t slip past his darling in the slightest, looking up at him with wet, pleading eyes.
Damn it all, he’s always a sucker for that look.
“Johnny, do you know how to make him let go? I don’t want him choked!”
He decides she’s probably better off not being told how often that ends up having to happen, and that Cujo will be just fine minus a few brain cells if push comes to shove.
But he has spent enough time (against his will, mind) around the dogs that he’s learned the basic commands over the years through repeated exposure.
“No promises, hen, bit we’ll see.” The dog has never met him a day in his life- there’s no guarantee he’s going to listen to a man that’s a stranger barking orders at him, but Johnny gives the sharp German command anyway.
To his surprise, the dog lets go immediately and turns towards them, giving the skipping lope that a 3 legged dog does before placing himself in a heel at Soap’s side, eyes wide and head tilted.
Johnny doesn’t want to think about what could have happened tonight if it wasn’t for Cujo- Kabar- taking such an involved roll in apprehending the man stupid enough to break into his home.
And he’s most assuredly not magically over his aversion to dogs- especially military dogs- but he might be able to tolerate an exception if it means having some peace of mind that his wife is safe at home.
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Aemond Targaryen x Rhaenyra's daughter (no mention of features or father's parentage)
Summary: It wasn't supposed to go so far, just a one-night thing, but truthfully you had grown up loving Aemond and now you can't bear to think of a life without him, even when your families hate each other.
word count: 1.5k
warning: uncle/niece incest. I fucking hate that tumblr has turned me into this
Your relationship with Aemond had always been less contentious than the rest of your family's strained bonds. As children he had been a shy boy, reserved and somewhat ostracised by a brother and nephews for lacking a dragon of his own. You on the other hand had always been vibrant, full of fire and energy, the blood of the dragon running thick in your veins. The eldest child, willful personality a mirror image of her mother's at the same age.
Aemond had always intrigued you, his love of reading and solitude spent within the library not a behaviour you understood. Though it was his love and respect for dragons, which you shared, that really drew you to the boy.
It had been you that had taken him for his first dragon flight, witness to the longing in his eyes as Jace bonded with Vermax. The Queen had been furious upon your return but Aemond's shrieks of delight and the smile that had split open his face were worth all the ire in the world.
Dragons were possessive by nature, hoarding their belongings and loved ones for themselves, and your dragon blood ran deep. Aemond was yours, and the wary glances your mother would throw your way showed she knew it too.
Yet the gods had seen fit to intervene, cruelly ripping the two of you apart from one another. Aemond may have gained a dragon that night, but he had also lost you.
You don't live in my part of town, but maybe I'll see you out some weekend. Depending on what kind of mood and situation-ship I'm in
With a dragon of your own and an independent streak a mile wide it was no surprise you did not remain tethered to Dragonstone like the rest of your family.
You had spent your days travelling, immersing yourself in different cultures and fostering strong political alliances for your mother. Dorne, the vale and even the North had become accustomed to your unannounced visits, unsurprised when news of a dragon sighting reached their doors. Essos had almost become a second home to you, the expanses of unexplored territory calling to your soul.
Yet despite your taste for travel you had very rarely ever returned to King's Landing, only doing so to visit your ever-weakening grandsire. Upon these visits, you would only catch glimpses of the boy you had once relentlessly trailed after. Yet those few glimpses were enough for you to see that he had quickly become a man. Tall, lithe and ferocious, any traces of the kindness he had once possessed nowhere to be found.
Still, you could not help the way your eyes trailed his every movement whether in the training grounds or as he stalked elegantly through the halls.
All it takes is those short glances and you are lost once more to the haze of childhood infatuation. I think there's been a glitch. Five seconds later, I'm fastening myself to you with a stitch. Family rivalry and your mother's bitter words are long forgotten, all that remains is your growing love and admiration for a figure no longer within your reach.
The stench of King's Landing was something you doubted you could ever grow accustomed to. Even if the view of the city bathed in the pale light of the moon was something you looked forward to upon every visit.
So entranced in the view so unlike the harsh stones of Dragonstone or the vibrancy of Dorne you do not pay notice to the silent footsteps of another entrenching upon your space.
"Enjoying the view my lady?" startled at the unexpected voice you were quick to turn your head in the direction of the voice you had memorised long ago.
"Indeed my prince" you hummed quickly overcoming your surprise, a wicked glint in your eye, "though I find the view is much lacking in comparison to witnessing you with a blade."
Had it been anyone else you would have missed the sharp intake of breath, the slight twitch of his dexterous fingers you had dreamed about. Emboldened by the pretty pink flush that could not be hidden on his ivory skin you abandoned your place by the window to step into his personal space.
The space has become charged with tension, you can feel it tingling upon your skin, waiting for Aemond to close the small gap you had left. It takes a few seconds, and an uncharacteristic gentleness that shows perhaps the boy you had loved as a child was not completely gone, but eventually he closes the space.
He is close enough that you can smell his leathers, hear the heavy intake of his breath. As if compelled by an otherworldly force you reach up to cup his cheek, thumb softly stroking at the taut skin of his cheek. Aemond had recoiled at first, left hand grasping at your wrist in alarm. Upon realising you meant no harm it was heartbreaking how quickly he melted into your touch.
Aemond spends the night nestled into your side, both of you pretending you are not a prince and princess. Pretending you haven’t been torn apart by family feuds, imagining what your life could be like if you’d been allowed to grow together. Whispered words exchanged until the sun’s rays reach your face and Aemond is forced to quietly slip away.
You return to your mother longing for a boy you cannot have and you find that you’re not even sorry. Memories of a night so starry haunting your every waking moment.
You are unable to stay on Dragonstone for long, your mind will not let you rest and in an attempt to escape the lingering phantom touches you escape to Pentos once more. Hair dyed a deep brown and adorned in commoners clothes you attempted to sweat him out. In search of glorious happenings of happenstance on someone else’s playground. But it's been two thousand one hundred and 90 days since you've fallen in love with Aemond.
Try as you might Pentos proves to only be a brief interruption, a slight malfunction and you'd go back to wanting men who give nothing.
King's Landing does not receive prior word of your arrival, as such, there is no one there to greet you just as you had planned. While the presence of your dragon is sure to give you away, the path to your grandsire's chambers is one you have long memorised.
A quick confirmation from Ser Harrold that the King was resting alone and you have slipped through the doors before Alicent or the hand can stop you.
The sight that reaches you brings tears to your eyes, your grandsire's condition had rapidly deteriorated. The sound of his laboured breathing mixed with the stench of decay was enough to make you forcefully take a step back. Exhaling your nerves you stepped forward, gently seating yourself on the corner of the bed and taking one of your grandsire's hands in your own.
"Grandsire it's me, your granddaughter" you called, watching as a smile lit up his visage.
"Oh" he gasped, "what a wonderful surprise, you must fill me in on everything." Whilst you were impatient to get to the point of your visit you were still more than happy to indulge your beloved grandsire.
"What ails you my girl?" he asked, a clarity in his eyes that you had not seen for years glinting through.
"I must admit my visit is a selfish one. It pertains to matters of the heart. It has not escaped me that I am of marriageable age, but I fear I will not be able to fulfil the duties expected of me, not when my heart already belongs to another."
"Ah, a match your mother wouldn’t approve of then?”
“Neither would the Queen I’m afraid”
“But it is a good match?” The king probes even further.
“Possibly the best. Which is why I have come to you my King, should a betrothal announcement come from you then you they would not truly be able to deny it” you plead, desperation beginning to overtake you.
“Yes indeed. I suppose I must invite your mother back to the capital then, should she wish to see her daughter married to my son” he knowingly hummed, taking you by surprise.
“How?” Is all you manage to choke out through the furious beating of your heart.
“My mind and body may be failing me my dear, but I have not forgotten the affection the two of you shared as children. Daemon and Rhaenyra were the same. Now go my dear, I believe you have some news to deliver.” The dismissal is clear, though his smile had not diminished.
Heart pounding you swiftly navigated through the keep, intently searching for a certain presence. As if guided by fate it does not take long to find the object of your affection. Aemond is noticeably dressed in his riding leathers and appears to have just returned from the dragon pit. A blinding smile that has become reserved just for him covers your face as you rush to close the distance.
"Aemond" you exclaim breathily. Though your joy quickly fades as you realise you must now inform him of the incredibly rash decision you had just made. Unbeknownst to you in your worry, Aemond has immediately noticed your change in demeanour, the one slight curl of his lips dropping as he took in your sudden distress.
"Princess?" he inquired softly, reaching out to take your hands in his own once he had checked the two of you were truly alone.
"I'm afraid that in my selfishness I've made an incredibly rash decision Aemond. One that will not affect just me, but our entire family" you softly replied, still averting your gaze from his.
"I find it hard to believe that you would do anything to damage our family princess. Whatever you have done I trust it has been for the betterment of us all" he reassured, thumb absentmindedly rubbing soothing circles along the back of your knuckles.
"Come" you called, gathering your courage, you tugged him along after you wanting to be in the privacy of your own chambers. Aemond, who is simultaneously both surprised and intrigued by your actions lets you drag him along without complaint.
Closing the doors to your chambers behind you, you lean against them anxiously before finally looking up at Aemond's face.
"If you wished so badly for my company you needn't have dragged me through the halls my lady." You barely give him time to finish his line of thought before you lose all decorum and blurt out
"I have petitioned the King for a betrothal between us, he agreed." Shock quickly replaces Aemond's smug grin but you are not quite finished. "He wishes for us to wed before the end of the next moon." When you do not receive a reply, you wince, scrunching your eyes closed. "I beg your apology for not consulting you on the matter first, but I'm afraid my own desires got the best of me."
Aemond moved so silently that you had not noticed his presence in front of you until his hands had moved to cup your neck and face. "And it is me you desire princess?" he whispers the words wickedly into your ear, forcing a shaky breath past your lips. An action that was quickly followed by your tongue nervously darting out to wet them, an action that drew Aemond's dilated eye.
"Just as much as you desire me" with those words you finally close the distance, hands snaking into his hair with a punishing grasp that conjures the prettiest groan.
Just as you feel him begin to melt against your unexpected passion you pull away. "Make no mistake my prince, from the moment I first laid eyes upon you, you have been mine. Now the rest of Westeros will simply have to acknowledge this fact."
Fire is thrumming through your veins just as you believe it to be in Aemond's. "I thought we had no chance" he whispers softly, a reverent awe in his voice as he delicately traces your features.
You know your mothers will be furious but neither of you is sorry, you've fastened yourself to each other with a stitch. A stitch that had first come into being in your childhood, growing in strength as you aged. A stitch that not even the gods themselves could tear apart.
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Getting into an Argument with them.
Mastermind, Legion (Frank), Oni
Mastermind
It was honestly rather ridiculous.
Wesker can be kind of a control freak.
So if something isn't exactly up to his code of conduct, he gets irritated.
Something as small as the forks where the spoons should be can make him annoyed.
"Damn it! Why did you have to touch and move everything!"
And he'll scramble to put everything back where it was.
"God, you're so useless."
He realized what he said too late.
He'll sort of freeze up.
He didn't mean it.
And he realizes how much he just hurt you.
He might try to hug you.
"I'm... I'm so sorry I said that dearheart."
He'll understand if you're upset with him though.
If you don't want a hug at that moment.
He's upset with himself.
If you need space for a little while, he'll respect that.
Once you're ready, he'll offer a sincere apology, complete with a well thought out declaration of his undying love to you.
A promise to never hurt you again.
And all the cuddles you could ever want.
His full attention will be on you the whole day.
Anything you wish will be yours, just ask.
He promises he won't ever do it again.
Losing you is his biggest fear.
Legion (Frank)
When Frank is angry, he's usually good about not taking it out on anyone else.
He had enough anger taken out on him going from foster home to foster home.
He knows better than to snap at other people for things that aren't their fault.
But some trials just piss him off.
Things just didn't go very well that time.
Pallets to the head, flashlights, taunting.
He was furious.
So when you ran up and gave him a hug, he was in no mood.
"Hey, get off of me!"
He might even shove you back.
"God, you're so clingy. Back the fuck off."
And he'll storm off.
The rest of the Legion are right by your side comforting you after what just happened.
Susie is the best at comforting, so she's going to be the one looking after you.
Joey's bringing snacks and comfort items (pillows, things that make you happy, etc).
Julie is upstairs with Frank, chewing him out.
"I don't give a fuck how bad your trial went! You don't take that shit out in s/o. Chill the fuck out, then take your sorry ass down and apologize."
Give it about ten minutes, and Frank will be back downstairs.
In tears.
Blubbering apologizes and begging you not to leave him.
Throwing himself at your feet pleading for your forgiveness.
You can hardly understand him through his sobs.
"I love you! I won't do it again! I swear! I'm sorry!"
The others will leave to give you two space.
"Please, please don't hate me."
He'll do anything to keep you in his life.
Oni
Kazan has always had a difficult time containing his rage.
But he's very good about secluding himself when he feels his temper soaring.
But today was just frustrating.
Everything that could go wrong, did.
Trials ended with no hooks and a nasty punishment from the Entity.
So anything could set him off.
Your interruption when he was meditating was the breaking point.
He will stomp his foot and break through the wood flooring.
He'll look at you and growl.
Standing up, nostrils flaring.
That's enough to make any normal person piss their pants.
Seeing you pale as a ghost, he'll simply freeze.
He promised you he'd never frighten you.
He promised himself that he'd never do this.
Taking a few shaking steps forward, he'll fall to his knees and gently embrace you.
Stroking your face like you're made of glass.
You can tell he feels terrible.
"I'll never do that again. I swear on my family name. Please, forgive me."
He'll understand if you're angry.
He'd understand if you hated him.
But, you're the most important person in the whole world to him.
So much so that he'd renounce being a samurai for you.
"Please, do not let this be the end. I can't bear to be without you."
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!DNDADS S2 EP46 SPOILERS!
im getting to listen to this right as it drops. and frankly. i am TERRIFIED. ive heard about Bad Things Coming and i fear this episode may kill me. pray for me guys
- WTF DOES THIS TITLE MEAN. WHY LINCOLN
- NO ONE WILL DIE THIS EPISODE #AFFIRM
- MATT. NOT THE TIME.
- THE CLUSSY???
- WILL BEING AN ADAMANT CASS DEFENDER. U ARE SO REAL MAN
- I HATE LISTENING TO THIS AT HOME IM LAUGHING TOO LOUD ALREADY
- THE MOANING. QUIT IT ALREADY IM GONNA CRY
- SCAMSTER ORIGIN STORY WTF????
- we already knew this. but. evil. they are so silly and awful
- 3/4 NOOOO I WAS HOPING FOR HERMIE DAD ARC..... but ofc were not gonna get it
- NOT WILL GETTING EXCITED ABOUT ACTUALLY FIGHTING TAYLOR. FUCK
- SWIFTLI AND NORMSCARY YESSS
- WILL WHAT IS THIS VOICE UR DOING
- the fact that theyre not remembering hermie as the actual next in line is killing me im ngl
- FREDDIE RANDOMLY MAKING NPCS W DUDEBRO VOICES IS MY FAVE THING
- MATTS LAUGH WHEN HE ROLLED THAT NAT1. GOD I FELT THAT IN MY SOUL
- OH *ABRAHAM* LINCOLN??? IS THAT WHO THE TITLE IS REFERRING TO 😭
- WTF IS THIS EPISODEEEE I KNEW THEYD DO SOME CRAZY DUMB SHIT TO GET OUT OF TJIS
- HERMIE HERMIE HEMRIE
- WHY ARE U ONLY JUST NOW REMEMEBRING HERMIE
- ISTG IF THAT IS HERMIES ONE ONLY LINE THE WHOLE WPISODE IM GONNA KILL
- NOT TAYLOR INHERITING THE CLOSE FIGHT BETTING INSTINCTS
- FIND JODIE????? IM GONNA DIE
- hang on hold up. breakfast break
- ANTHONY "BC HE PUNCHED U REALLY HARD" "YEAH FUCKED UP RIGHT??" IM CRYING
- WHAT IS THE FANART FOR THIS FIGHT GONNA BE LIKE.
- NORMALS IN DEATH SAVES NOOOO
- "HIM LOOKING BACK ON HIS LIFE, HIM GETTING DUNKED ON 24/7" STOP IT WILL STOP IT I DONT NEED THIS RN
- oakicks nation were winning ig
- "THATS BRISK BABY" SCREAMING
- SO THE JEZZBALL WASNT BC OF HENRY.... ☹️
- NO NO NO PLZ DONT HURT NORMAL MORE
- PLZ IM SO STRESSED I NEED NORMAL TO BE SAFE
- MATT IS JUST SO UNHINGED THIS EP
- IS LINK GONNA KILL SHMEGAN???
- RON IS STILL HERE???
- TAYLOR IS SO USELESS NOW HELPPP
- THIS EPISODE IS SO DUMBBBB
- NOT ANOTHER EXPLODING HEAD DEATH
- NORMAL IS OKAY!!!!
- HE LOST HIS MUSTACHE LMAOOO
- david lovesatan will NEVER be jodie foster >:[
- NOOOO THEYRE GONNA TAKE DOOD
- SHMEGAN IS DEAD
- NORMALS GONNA GET FUCKING HIT AGAINNNNN I CANT DO THIS
- DOOD UNLEASHED?????
- THIS IS DOODS 100% EXPLOSION FOR ALL MY FELLOW MP100 FANS OUT THERE
- .....is it too early to say that this episode is NOT as bad as i feared
- bc i seriously thought henry would be coming back and shit would happen w hermie and it would be super awful evil but ig thats NEXT episode. god
- TY BETH FOR REMEMBERING HERMIE 🙏🙏
- WHERE ARE THEY???
- okay fbi office okay..... okay....
- WHAT???? HERMIE?????? WHAT
- WHAT
- WHAT
- AM I GONNA GET SOME AWFUL HERMIE CLIFFHANGER. I WILL KMS
- WHY IS HERMIE CHOKING WHAT
- WHY IS HERMIE BLEEDING OUT?????
- IF HERMIE DIES I WILL DIE. DONT DO THIS TO ME WHAT IS HAPPENING
- HERMIE GOT SHOT
- OH GOD OH NO
- ANTHONY. COME ON.
- HERMIES CALLING OUT FOR FUCKING NORMAL??????
- WHAT THE FUCK
- PLZ DONT KILL HERMIE PLZ
- NO
- GUYS.
- GUYS
- IM GONNA KMS
- HERMIE IS DEAD.
- HERMIE LIKES NORMAL BACK AND HERMIE IS DEAD.
- guys im done
- i literally cant even process this i cant even cry yet im just
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Okay... here we go!!!
I need to know about Jamie and his KITTEHS. How does he end up with his first one? Was their name something adorable? Were they a street cat that purrs like a goddamn motor and soothes Jamie after a long and awful day?
Is this cat mouthy? So much so that it has a whole goddamn conversation with Jamie while Roy watches on in awe and confusion?
How does Roy react to the cats? Do they adopt one together?
Can this be a multi chapter saga of cuteness and Roy being pilled on by Jamie and so many purring babies.
I MUST KNOOOOOOW!!!!
*coughs* Please and thank you 😁
Oh my god okay-
So Marigold was the first cat Jamie ever got. I’ve talked about her some already somewhere in my posts. (Found them here’s the first and then here’s the second) She’s a hairless cat. Roy hated her at first but damn he loves the raw chicken.
But Jamie picked up animals all the time growing up. He fed some of the street cats and they would follow him around.
He lays on his bed with her on his chest. He sleeps better when she’s there. She’s a comforting weight. When he’s at away trips he has a weighted Dino he sleeps with because he can’t sleep without her.
Roy didn’t know what to think of the cat. Thought the fact she was naked was weird as hell. But Jamie has a whole dresser full of clothes for her. Roy went looking for sweatpants and found it. Jamie thought he was going to be weirded out but Roy just pulled out a pink sweater with hearts and asked if she could wear it that day.
She yells all the time at Jamie. But she’ll meow in response when he talks to her. He can have a full conversation with her. Roy watched it happen the one time and was lightly concerned.
“Were you being a good cat?” *meow* “yeah that’s right you are” *meow meow* “you’re right Roy didn’t say hello to you. Go on Roy say it.” Roy blinks at them. “Hello?” *meow* Roy can’t believe he’s talking to a fucking cat.
When Jamie moves into Roys house he obviously brings Marigold. They get two more cats. The bonded pair I mentioned. Ones black and one is orange. Roy invests in a really good lint roller’s.
Roy sleeps with Jamie on top of him. The cats all end up curled around their heads and Marigold is held like a teddy bear by Jamie. Moriarty and Tiger sleep on Roy’s shoulder, sometimes they try to sleep on his face.
Roy isn’t too sure about having cats but by the end of the first month he can cook a full breakfast with Tiger curled up in the hood of his zip jacket. Tiger is tiny. He doesn’t really notice the weight. Moriarty is a bit of a biter. He’s normally a good cat but he’s Bit Jamie twice and Roy once. Never hard but a nip.
Marigold runs the house and they all know it.
Jamie ends up doing a bunch of charity work with a cat only charity he becomes kinda their spokes person unintentionally. Him and Roy foster some kittens for a few months. Funny enough Roy has a harder time giving them to homes then Jamie does.
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I’m kinda sucky at multi chapter fics ngl so if you ever want to write about them I just ask that you tag me if you do so I can scream over it 😁
#ted lasso#jamie tartt#roy kent#jamie x roy#royjamie#jamie tartt x roy kent#thanks for the ask !!#I hope you liked it!#if you ever want another short fic with them ask I’ll totally write it!!#this was more thoughts then a fic sorry about that
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Hope you’re going well!
(Im sending these as cute little happy things but let me know if im just creating more work for you to do!)
More hcs! (This is kind of a mix of all au’s)
Tara loves any type of sweets!
Sam is so athletic so she loves jogging and maybe hikes! She likes to take tara with her even though she knows it will probably end up with her carrying tara before they even reach the halfway point!
All of the core 4 play very rough with werewolf sam! I can see all of them trying the tackle the huge wolf!
Tara likes to take small walks outside and she always brings back flowers for sam! (they are actually weeds but sam doesn’t have the heart to tell her sister the truth 😭)
Mindy and chad were definitely intimated by sam in her wolf form at first.. they would bring her sticks and toys as peace offerings
I feel like sometimes Mindy would tell tara how hot her sister is just to piss her off (this one might not be right)
I saw your one post about how tara didn’t know how to swim… imagine tara still being timid being in deep waters after they teach her so the core 4 lets her sit on their shoulders so she can still have fun with them without being scared!
Little tara would glare and get mad when anyone got close to sam.. sam was with her all the time and tara would get jealous when someone else talked to her!
I LOVE YOUUU
These are wonderful and I'm happy to receive them!!!
Sam and Tara having a sweet tooth was genuinely one of the hardest things I had to talk about in Foster AU because I cannot relate at all lol. I feel like, given I've given Tara a chewing problem, she definitely likes hard-boiled sweets, lollipops, and fudge. Sam strikes me as a dark chocolate kinda person.
I'm loving the thought of Sam taking up things like hiking and rock climbing. Tara tries to go with her when she can, because she knows how happy the activities make Sam and she wants to be enthusiastic about the things Sam enjoys (and also because the idea of Sam going out alone to do potentially dangerous activities scares her)... but oh god it's the worst. She does her best, she throws herself at it with enthusiasm and grit, but she just cannot keep up. Some people would just tell her to stay home, to stop being a burden. Sam enjoys every moment of watching her sister force herself through it and carrying her the rest of the way. (She loves that she tries, how she keeps trying, just for her).
Little Tara absolutely brings back all the 'flowers' she can find for her sister whenever she goes out, because they're super pretty and she loves them! Sam never tells her they're weeds, but her mother does once when she sees her handing them to Sam. "They're ugly weeds girl, not flowers. Stop bringing trash into my home," she says. "Weeds are flowers too!" Sam spits back. "And they're my favourite," she promises Tara. They keep a vase of dandelions in their kitchen as adults.
In the same way that Tara is Sam's, Sam is Tara's. She does not share her sister. It's like being scowled at like a puppy, adorable and in no way threatening. She'll attach herself to Sam's leg and peer around her to glare at the other person taking Sam's attention away from her.
Werewolf Sam is prime wrestling real estate. She's so gentle with them, but she demands they wear thick clothes just in case when wrestling so she doesn't nip them too hard. The very idea of Chad holding out a stick to Sam as a peace offering is so fucking funny. He would be so serious about it, and Tara would be like "what the fuck are you doing... that's so racist, Chad, god!"
Tara reluctantly learns to swim, but she still hates the water. (Chad suggests armbands, and she pushes him under the water for that.) They'll all stay in the shallow water with Tara so she feels comfortable and can still enjoy it with them.
Mindy is a little shit so she absolutely flirts with Sam - who is oblivious - and raves about her to Tara. Who has to hear about her arms and her legs and her as- "oh my god Mindy please stop." Mindy does not stop. Chad begins to join in and she seriously reconsiders their relationship. She's mad she can't whine about their behaviour to Sam, because she does not want to start that conversation. She rats on them to their mom once, and is horrified to learn where they get it from when Martha goes on a 45-minute talk about beautiful women.
She hangs up the phone, and turns to Sam who has been giving her weird looks for the past 10 minutes. "Who was that?" she asks, confused, because Tara hates phone calls, and she was on it for ages. "Martha," Tara responds, a little dazed.
"What- uh, what were you talking about?" Sam's dreading the answer, because surely it's about her relationship with Chad. If it was marriage talk, Sam's going to start throwing fists. Tara is far too young for that sort of thing. Oh god, what if it's baby talk?!
"Women."
"Women?"
"Women."
#/mp#ask box#Scream#Sam Carpenter#Tara Carpenter#scream headcanon tags#WOAH DID YOU KNOW IF YOU HIGHLIGHT A WORD AND PRESS THE ' KEY IT PUTS IT AT EITHER END???? sorry. very exciting moment for me.
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i am now desperate for your 3-hour rant about “the addison returns to grey sloan to do fetal surgery" episode”
i need this in my life diane don’t leave me hanging
so basically
I would die for addison (look, the mix between "diane realizes she likes girls" and "diane is very enthusiastic about female characters with red hair" is just a venn diagram.)
her season 18 (and/or s19??? don't remember) episodes on grey's anatomy aren't ALL bad. she gets to touch on her emotional hurt / her difficulty in parenting / her burnout / her relationship to roe v. wade as an OB-GYN who is no longer able to help people the way she knows how to.
she is so GOOD. kate walsh is phenomenal.
BUT there's also this string of episodes where addison is used to propel the plot forward. she has to sit through richard and meredith bickering about job stuff. she has to teach the medical interns because they are, understandably, struggling.
there's literally an episode where a pregnant woman is going through intense emotional pain and addison needs to shout at richard webber (I HATE HIM) to stop being so self-centered. Because addison needs to focus on her poor PATIENT, not richard's ego and his fixation on yelling at meredith
(look i am aware people dislike meredith but I just kind of like her, okay? she's not a character I love, but i do like her. she is my emotional support character sometimes.)
AND THIS IS SUCH A WASTE OF KATE WALSH'S ACTING TALENT. SHE HAS TO DEAL WITH SQUABBLING PEOPLE AND HANDLE EPISODE-BASED CONFLICTS INSTEAD OF BEING ABLE TO FULLY FOSTER HER RELATIONSHIPS WITH CHARACTERS.
What a fucking waste of a character. She returns after, like, 5 seasons away and you use her to teach some random students she's never met (student characters that the audience is only kind of invested in, by the way!) instead of being able to FULLY see her bond with her old friends.
There is old friend content, THANK GOD (Addison & Meredith, and her with Amelia and Meredith's kids), but we could've had more of it if we didn't waste Kate Walsh's screentime like this!
Like, Addison also has relationships with Webber and Bailey that we wanted to see more of. And we all want more screentime of Addison & Amelia because they're practically sisters.
No one CARES about Addison's relationship with Benson Kwan, for instance, who is NICE but is not, like, a character any of us really know that well. Benson has been on the show for like 1 year.
Anyways Addison's grief and emotional turmoil is great. I love her and cautiously like her return episodes on GA but am so mad that they're wasting some of her screentime on "she needs to work on the medical case" rather than "she gets to build emotional friendships and gets a character arc.
They did this very recently with Arizona Robbins too, AND I'M STILL MAD ABOUT IT
ARIZONA DOES NOT EXIST SO SHE CAN DO SURGERY AND TEACH MINOR CHARACTERS AND GO HOME!!!!!!!!!! GIVE HER AN ARC!
#grey's anatomy#addison montgomery#arizona robbins#grey's spoilers#ga spoilers#diane loves nate#yet again i have failed to adequately space out my bullets#so we are BREAKING them UP
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Modern Wolfwood Headcanons
warnings; mentions weed and getting high!
notes; these are just some general headcanons i have for my modern wolfwood! i might slowly add more to the list as time goes on
I do not think Wolfwood could exist in the modern world without being a fucking stoner I’m sorry
Like he probably just absolutely lives for getting home and getting high. It’s how he winds down after a hard day
Probably one of those people who knows everything there is to know about getting stoned
And yeah he smokes
I think he knows it’s bad, but really doesn’t care about himself enough to stop
But he’s respectful about it. He doesn’t smoke inside, and he’ll step away from people if they don’t like the smell
He also could be convinced to stop if someone he really cared about wanted him to.
But he does have that oral fixation, so if he isn’t smoking he’s sucking on candy. Suckers, hard candy, anything he can get his mouth on
Like at work- he has to have something in his mouth or else he will go sicko mode on customers
Speaking of his work- I feel like he definitely has the shittiest job on the planet. Like he absolutely hates it-
Works at Mcdonalds and wants to die every day
But it’s only temporary- because he’s going to school!
He’s planning on becoming a child physiologist/therapist.
I just feel like his childhood sucked so he has this need to be there for kids in similar positions
I think he was a foster kid
He doesn’t like talking about his past- but he will if he’s high
However- he loves hearing about other people’s life stories. It’s like his favorite thing ever- he’ll just sit there and listen
He’s not a party animal, but he’ll go out with his friends if they want to.
He’ll hold people’s drinks, and he’ll protect them with his life
Scary guard dog privileges fr
I think he’s a secret romantic? Like he’d never admit this to anyone but he has a stash of romcoms in his room, and he cries a little bit when he watches them
He probably really likes music :) he’s got tons of records and cds. He’ll buy weird albums just to see, and fall in love with the music lol
Has the strangest taste in music. You pass him the aux and it’s like every type of music on shuffle. You get whiplash from how different every song is
Religious trauma anyone? ((probably just casually drops comments like “god hates me” and “i’m already going to hell so-” ))
He’s an angry driver. He says the most unhinged shit when behind the wheel
Also unhinged during game nights.
He’s competitive- so you put on mario party? Be prepared to be cussed at.
He will threaten your life if you take his stars
Wolfwood probably smells like a mixture of smoke, and a nice subtle cologne
Probably and old spice guy
His wardrobe is chaotic and lazy?
He probably hates buying new clothes, and hoards his old stuff
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what's hatchetfield ?
it’s a series of musicals by starkid!!!!! there’s three in the series rn: the guy who didn’t like musicals, black friday, and nerdy prudes must die :] (plus a bunch of short stories under the group name nightmare time & nightmare time 2)
each of them is set in a town called hatchetfield, where things r um. kind of fucked. on account of the group of eldritch gods using it as a personal plaything <3 each musical is set in a different iteration of the town though, with the vibes of like either a time loop or parallel universes, where everything is the same but different, a little bit to the left.
spoilers of the plot of each one ahead now !!!!
tgwdlm is the first of the series!! it’s about an average office worker guy named paul (MYYYY <33333333) who. well. hates musicals. and to his dismay becomes the unwilling protagonist in one when hatchetfield is infected by a musical alien parasite via a meteor
bf is the next, about sisters lex and hannah foster and a man called tom houston, who’s emma’s brother-in-law. lex is a worker at toyzone, a toy store selling the new famous toy tickle-me-wiggly. and things get a little bit murdery when the adults in the mall begin to form a cult over the doll, killing each other to obtain one
and the newest one is npmd, which came out abt a week ago!! it’s about a group of teenagers, peter, richie (ALSO MY <333 + played by the same actor as paul), ruth, steph, and grace, who’re haunted and hunted by the demon-ghost of a former classmate who’s intent on killing everyone he’s personally deemed deserves it.
it makes me. fucking insane. the way that things in each version of hatchetfield are different, but there are still some constants; my favourite of which is that paul and emma, the characters from the first musical, will always ALWAYS find each other. in every timeline, they’re destined to find each other, but never destined to have their happy ending. destined to fall in love, to become each other’s light in the darkness, each other’s home, but it’s never built to last.
it’s also really really fucking fascinating to see these characters fight desperately against the gods toying with them, to form such beautiful bonds and relationships, to keep themselves alive as these horrific things happen around them, knowing that… does any of it even matter? this is one timeline out of infinite, one world out of countless, does any of it even matter? does their fight even matter, when at the end of the day, it could all be erased by a bored god snapping his fingers? does their love hold any power against beings that can’t be understood, can’t be reasoned with?
and that’s not even mentioning the fucking music oh my god. my faves are lah dee dah dah day, not your seed, let it out, inevitable, feast or famine, take me back, black friday, what if tomorrow comes, high school is killing me, nerdy prudes must die, if i loved you, and the summoning. yes that’s a lot but FUCKKKK i love these musicals soundtracks good lord.
OKAY ALL IN ALL. it’s a series of horror-comedy musicals set in the fictional town of hatchetfield, each surrounding a different group of civilians as they fight to survive against some sort of horror brought about by an eldritch god. they’re v v good and the official pro-shots are all on the starkid youtube channel, along w the nightmare time stories!!!! would absolutely recommend them they r both so fun and sillay and also make me physically ill to analyse i cannot dress this enough. life and death and fate and choice and love and hatred and trying to stay together even as the universe rips you apart
#this got a little bit long sorry. trying sooo hard 2 be normal 🫶#PAUL AND EMMA AND RITCHIE ☹️☹️☹️☹️#hey. you shld watch them. hey. it won’t even take long. hey#asks
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And today I want to tell you about a cartoon, that I currently watching, and how one good (and just second) reason to watch this cartoon came to me over time.
Finished the first season of Foster's Home (took a day and a half). In fact, the season ends with Halloween episode (as I think, judging by the horror), cuz there is no real end of the season, so I guess the division is conditional.
I watched Foster's Home when I was a kid (5-8), but it was not so interesting and catchy to me, so I more appreciated MORE COOL AND ALL THAT (COOL) SHIT (IN POSITIVE MEANING) LIKE GENERATOR REX AND BEN 10.
Foster's Home is pretty interesting, funny, sometimes, of course, the essence of the conflict is repeated, but still looks different and still it's interesting. Humor is funny, not naive, authors know their limits and where they can go beyond. I can say that they're pretty self-aware, and understand that this cartoon can watch not only the kids from 6 to 10, but anybody else. It's more for 12+ kids, even though the teens in cartoon are portrayed quite toxic and aggressive (at least one 13 year old Mac's brother), but it understandably even adds to the charm of the show. And to be sure about my opinion - it has jokes that kids will don't understand or they will HIT DIFFERENT or sort of this stuff. It's not Gumball or Adventure Time/Fiona and Cake, but pretty near. Now I regret that I ignored it as a child, although then I did not understand many of the jokes, and considered it childish and boring, but it turned out the opposite.
So why I decided to watch it now? Well, there's two reason:
1. Frankie. GOD DAMN YOU INTERNET I FUCKING HATE YOU AND BLESS YOU FOR ARTWORKS WITH HER. Like, really, I remembered her from my childhood, but I didn't like her much. Looks nice, red-haired, but almost nothing more. I remember her personality even worse than she really is in the cartoon.
Then, I forgot about a cartoon for a... I don't know, let me think... Last I saw it in 2014, so for 2 years I forgot about it. And then, in 2016, I'm still an young kid, and dived too deep in YouTube recommendations, and saw a video with name in unknown for me back then language, and on a thumbnail - a Frankie's in bed, she's covered with a blanket, and you can see she's got no clothes on. I was fucking really freaked out and scared at still young years old by that, and quickly got off YouTube. I think it looked like an original cartoon style, but I'm not sure. Maybe I was so scared of it, so I saw a thumbnail not right, and it wasn't her at all. But okay, whatever happened, happened.
And god bless and not bless the fucking internet in second time - in 2020 I saw an art with Frankie, where she is in a pretty night costume, and she's kinda THICC. And then, I go to the commentaries - AND THIS ART IS BASED ON HER OFFICIAL LOOK FROM ONE OF THE EPISODES! WTF??? I freaked out again, like what the actually fuck? I NEVER saw this episode. In more older age, but still not 16-18 years old - it freaked out me again. Like my childhood (not the meaningful part of it tho) was cutted with a gun with chainsaw, cuz I never saw anything like this. I even texted my friend when I forwarded this art to him, like what the fuck, they're breaking my childhood! Art is pretty good tho, but still - back then it was like you... I don't even know what I can compare to this, it was a such a strong blast with a nostalgia, some anger for no reason (there is literally was nothing bad in the art, it was more strange me) and... Winds of change? When you was a kid, you saw a friendly content, and now it's breaks apart into slightly more mature arts and stuff, that you couldn't imagine. And you cope with that and even enjoy it. And we're talking about not just cartoons. Maybe I started to realise something. Or am I just placing a lot of importance on a fictional character (or it's just my horny part trying to justify itself, and I just like her look and personality, and that is not an exception). But still, it was a reason to watch a cartoon, cuz damn she is pretty nice, and I wanted to know more about her, and just to see if I remembered her correctly or not, as with the rest of the cartoon - with a clear head to remember and watch it from scratch.
FAIR TO SAY THAT AFTER I WATCHED FIRST SEASON - I STARTED TO APPRECIATE OTHER MAIN CHARACTERS, AND NOW I'M WATCHING IT NOT FOR JUST FRANKIE. All characters in cartoon is great and memorable btw, that's one of the best side of this cartoon (best of the best is creativity and art style of it)!
Eduardo actually looks like (and have some traits from personality) one of my best friends!
2. Nostalgia (kinda). Yeah, this reason is referencing to first (strange) reason, cuz damn - it was a quite interesting that I didn't watch this cartoon normally and fully, It's always was in a background when I played in toys. So I didn't even have an opinion on it - it's bad, it's boring, or it's kind? Or it's interesting? I don't knew it.
So that's the reasons why I started watching Foster's Home.
#foster's home for imaginary friends#cartoon#2000s#2010s#nostalgia#cartoon network#craig mccracken#memories#frankie foster#currently watching
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Aw, I like Beck! Very cute! I have had many different names over the many years I've been on this hell site. Diamond, Angst, Copper, Delphi, Purrloin to name a few. I quite like Beck and I think it will fit in very nicely with my list of other names.
I think Billy would ramble like that, but as a panic response. An inner monolog of "oh God why am I still talking why won't my mouth stay shut oh fuck oh fuck- I need to stop talking now! Why aren't the words stopping!!" And he ends up punching himself in the face. Of course this alarms everyone and he just waves them off as he says, "it's fine. Sometimes I ramble when I get nervous and that's the easier way to stop it."
Also Bruce, who has simply been watching most of this, finally speaks up and says, "you sleeping on the streets is not acceptable or safe. You have two options Captian. You can stay here on the Watchtower and make it your home, or I have a few contacts in and around Fawkette who could sign for an apartment for you to live on your own. Of course, either way food and spending money will be supplied to you." As much as it breaks his heart, he knows that city needs Captian Marvel. He knows Billy is the only one who can keep Black Adam contained. He knows Billy would hate and fight the idea of being adopted or even just fostered by Bruce Wayne all the way in Gothem. But he also knows that even if he can't take Billy in he can at least help him stay off the streets.
You know what I take it back, he would do that. Billy is the kind of guy to start nervous rambling with big words over the smallest things. Also live for how his response is to just punch himself in the face.
Imagine while he's rambling on all everyone else sees is one of his shaking hand raising up and then comes crashing down onto his cheek. Billy then has fun again explaining that yes he just consciously decided that punching himself in the face was the best option.
After Bruce tells Billy he gets food and spending money I wonder how long it takes for him to think about school. I bet he'd be so excited to know that he gets to learn with other kids his age now, of course after he gets caught up on what he missed.
Oh I also bet he's hesitant about using the spending money, after so many years out of touch with his wants it would take Billy a while to adjust to let himself not feel bad about buying something. He would also buy other people stuff and donate money, no questions asked
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Glad you like the name Beck! Thanks for stickin' around
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it's weird to me to be both neurotypical and yet never feel like I can access this fundamental ability to foster human connection that seems easy for other people. like, I imagine maybe autistic people feel like this in a way, like there's some kind of secret knowledge everyone else has access to that you don't.
i just think it kinda sucks that I know I'm going to grow old without a support system and I just have to like, live with that? I want to connect with other people but I also don't want to. Every time I hang out with someone, I derive some benefit in feeling like "yes, I am supposed to be doing this because having friends is a good thing!" but there's no genuine excitement there. And I have a good enough time while I'm doing it but then I go right back home and think "I would rather be here by myself actually". If friends didn't occasionally reach out to me, to be honest, I don't think I'd reach out to them.
I think whatever personality quirks of mine are genetic, because my parents don't really have friends either. My siblings do. And I do, technically, but I guess I just lack this deep need/want for human companionship. I WANT to WANT it, that's where my desire lies. I understand the logistical nightmare of growing old alone, and practically I know I have to have support structures. But it's an intellectual desire more than an emotional one. Like, people on here will talk about touch starvation and I have no fucking clue what they're even talking about. I could go the rest of my life without being touched. It's not anything I even think about.
I think the worst part is that I've just never heard about this sort of thing. I'm always looking for some kind of word or identity that captures it so I can actually talk about it with someone else who gets it, but nothing matches-- not depression, not autism, not ADHD, not alexithymia, not even introversion. I just hate how shit feels so hard and draining and unless there's a visit from God in my future, I don't see it ever getting any easier or better. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of being tired, and cut off from what I guess in most people is a fundamental drive for companionship. like lord, I just wanna know what it's like.
#personal#i'm kinda hoping I die before I get too old to really take care of myself#cuz it's gonna just be me#and the struggle will be real
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“What is it? Do I have something on my face?”
The question jerks Imogen out of her stupor. She realizes she’s been staring at Laudna for at least a few seconds too long, and Laudna’s picked up on it. She watches her companion press her fingertips to her cheeks and temples, searching for something that doesn’t exist. Fuck. Imogen panics for a moment, rifling through her brain for an explanation. She lets out a nervous chuckle and shakes her head. “No, no— I mean... Yeah. But it’s nothin’... Just an eyelash. Here.”
An eyelash, Imogen? Really? Laudna doesn’t question her, though. She steps forward when Imogen calls, away from the tea she was preparing, and leans so Imogen can brush the imaginary eyelash away. Imogen’s gaze flits for just a millisecond to Laudna’s lips. She reaches out to get rid of the nonexistent eyelash and hesitates.
When Imogen first met Laudna she knew she was different, but she wasn’t sure how or why. Now, she knows.
Her heart races at their closeness. She briefly imagines taking Laudna’s face in her hands and kissing her. Maybe, she thinks, she wants to kiss me too. As if on cue, Laudna’s thoughts invade her mind.
We need to go to the marketplace soon. I’m running low on Imogen’s favorite tea. We need to make more money soon. Maybe I can sell some of my knick knacks. It won’t do to run out before we get to Jrusar. Or maybe I’ll—
Imogen severs the connection and quickly brushes her thumb against Laudna’s cheek. “There.” She steps away and pretends to rifle through their small pantry. “Y’know what? I’m gonna go to the market and get more tea. Wanna come?”
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Imogen jerks awake at the sound of a short, sharp cry. When she comes to she realizes she made the sound. Next to her, Laudna stirs. Imogen quietly sits up and places one hand over her racing heart. The other goes to Laudna’s shoulder and she gently shakes it.
“Laudna?”
“Hm?” Laudna wakes to the sound of Imogen’s whisper, gently roused from a peaceful slumber. She glances around, bleary-eyed, and realizes it’s still pitch dark outside. Realizing why Imogen woke her, she comes to a little quicker and pushes herself up to sit next to her friend.
“Another nightmare?” She speaks quietly. Zhudanna’s hearing is a little sharper than most at her age and she doesn’t want to wake her. After all, she’s one of two people seemingly not completely repulsed by Laudna’s presence. The other is beside her. She slides out of bed and quietly goes to fetch a glass of water. She’s back in a flash, glass in hand, and she holds it out to Imogen. “Here.”
Imogen takes it and nods a small ‘thank you’ as she sips a little of it. The dream is the same as always, but Imogen isn’t sure she’ll ever get completely used to it. She sets the glass of water on their small bedside table and lets out a self-soothing sigh.
“I’m sorry to wake you.” That’s a lie. Laudna’s company in the wake of her nightmares is the only thing that brings her solace these days. Sometimes when she wakes she feels lost. Laudna’s like a beacon in the darkness, making sure she can find her way home. She imagines, occasionally, waking from a nightmare and Laudna holding her to soothe her back to sleep. Even though it’s a fantasy, it makes Imogen feel warm.
“Oh, nonsense!” Laudna immediately waves off Imogen’s apology. “I’ve already told you, darling... feel free to wake me anytime that nasty dream rears its head.”
Imogen lets out a shaky sigh and nods. A clammy hand comes to rest on hers and her heart skips a few beats. Laudna offers a small smile and Imogen returns it, holding her gaze. Maybe... Maybe.
The walls around her mind lower a little, and the melodic sound of Laudna’s thoughts flood inside.
Gods, I hope we have better luck with the Starpoint soon. I knew they were famous but I didn’t know they’d be a bunch of snobs. You’d think they would want to foster curious minds. I hate seeing her like this. I just want to fix it. We’ll have to schmooze with some of the upper crusts to see if we can find a connection or—
No. Not now. “You should get back to sleep. I’m feelin’ much better, but I think I’m gonna stay up for a little while.”
“Laudna gives her hand a quick squeeze and lets it go. “Are you sure?”
Imogen nods.
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“You lied...”
There’s something wrong with this stone. Was. There was something wrong with the stone. It’s obvious because it’s all she can think about despite the fact that she and Laudna are alone on the bow of an airship. It’s nothing short of a dream. The view of the night sky is incredible. It’d be the perfect spot for a first kiss.
For once it isn’t the stream of Laudna’s thoughts that stops her from going for it. This time it’s her inability to think about anything more than the broken stone in Laudna’s hand. She feels heartsick over it.
“No! No! —I didn’t do anything, Imogen.”
Something deep inside of Imogen’s heart stirs at the sound of Laudna’s plea. The tiniest part of her wants to reach out and comfort the woman she loves so much, but she doesn’t. She stands there, tears gathering in her eyes, and wonders at the heartache of this specific betrayal. She wants to lash out, but she can’t bring herself to go that far.
“Have you felt a searing heat from it before?”
The question angers Imogen. Is she trying to make excuses? She brings her hand up and rans her hand across the back of her head in a desperate attempt to self-soothe. It does nothing to ease her mind. “No,” she answers.
“Imogen, I-I— I can fix it, I... I’ll-I’ll, I’ll fix it. We’ll fix it.”
Angry tears finally spill onto her freckled cheeks and she nods her agreement. All she wants to do is get away from Laudna—a sensation she hasn’t felt once since the first time they met.
“Yeah, we’ll fix it. We’ll fix it.” Laudna mentioned Delilah before. Imogen should stop and ask about that. She should try to figure out what happened. She shouldn’t blame Laudna because Laudna would never hurt her. At least Imogen thought she wouldn’t. Her nose crinkles in equal parts pain and disgust. “I’m gonna go to bed, Laudna.”
A few moments pass that seem to stretch out for an eternity. She fights the urge to walk away, wrestles with the look of despair on her best friend’s face. She did that. Imogen. Guilt breaks through and keeps her locked in place. She feels like maybe if Laudna asks her to stay, she might. But she doesn’t.
“...Alright.”
Imogen feels the storm roiling in her chest, whipping and howling like it does in her nightmares. She expels a shaky breath and turns to leave without another word.
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"What do I tell her?!” Laudna tugs at her hair, in a panic about Dusk asking her out. The ruby set in Laudna’s ring catches Imogen’s eye and she smiles, pleased that she put it on so soon after receiving it.
There’s so much Imogen wants to say. Tell them you’re spoken for. No. I already told them we weren’t a thing. Tell them you’re not interested. Unless you are... Her brow furrows. “What do you wanna tell her?”
“I don’t know,” comes Laudna’s immediate reply.
Imogen holds her breath at even the slightest possibility that Laudna might say that she wants to say yes, to give it a try with Dusk. She’ll support her no matter what, but the thought of her being with someone else stings. She wrings her hands while she waits for a real answer.
A scene plays out in Imogen’s head. “I want to tell her that I can’t be with her because I’m in love with someone else,” followed by Laudna confessing she has feelings for Imogen. That’s one of the dreams she has on nights when the storm leaves her alone.
“I’ve just been so... um... really just, just wanting to make sure that we were okay. And— And just, you know...” Laudna nervously plays with her hair. “I don’t think— I haven’t accessed that part of my brain in like fifty years. So...”
“It would be strange, I know... to access that.” The message isn’t completely devastating, but it does give Imogen pause. So many times she’s wondered if Laudna feels the same way for her as she does for Laudna. The answer is right in front of her. Laudna hasn’t accessed that part of herself since she woke up. Maybe not even for a long time before that. It’s confirmation in the worst way, but not necessarily hopeless. She knows Laudna hasn’t had an easy second shot at life. People are mostly unkind. Selfishly, Imogen feels lucky that no one took the time to get to know her before Imogen came along. Whoever the imagined stranger is would’ve fallen in love with her too.
As the conversation continues, Imogen eyes the ring again. It fits Laudna’s finger like it was custom made.
There’s no question this time whether or not a kiss is appropriate. Imogen knows it isn’t, but that doesn’t stop her from wanting it. One day... if she’s lucky.
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This feels like a dream, but not at all like the nightmares she’s grown used to. Laudna is back. Finally, Imogen no longer needs to numb herself just to get through a single day. Her love came back to her and Imogen can breathe again.
Imogen can hardly keep her hands off of Laudna. She needs to make contact, to connect and make sure that she’s not dreaming. This is real, she tells herself. She’s here. She’s back.
“It doesn’t seem real,” Imogen hears, and worries for a moment she projected her thoughts to Laudna, but when she focuses, she notices Laudna’s attention is on the Sun Tree. Of course it is. Imogen forces herself to be present. Laudna needs her now more than ever. She gently shakes her head, agreeing with her friend. Laudna takes the small encouragement and continues.
“Like I’m...” Laudna trails off, and Imogen patiently waits, “still in a dream, but this one’s just not a nightmare.” Both their gazes wander to the Sun Tree, but Imogen’s soon wanders back to Laudna. A tiny smile tugs at her lips. “This gets to be real now,” she answers, a similar mantra to the one she’s been repeating since Laudna woke up.
Laudna looks hesitant, and Imogen’s smile falters. “Are you sure?” Laudna asks, her voice shaky as she turns back toward Imogen and makes eye contact.
Imogen feels surer right now than she ever has. This is real, and she wants to show Laudna just how real it is. Words seem inadequate. She steals a quick glance towards Laudna’s lips and nods.
“This isn’t one of her tricks?”
Imogen leans toward Laudna, lips parting slightly, but she stops in her tracks. What are you doin’? She asks herself. This isn’t the time. She’s upset. Her gaze travels down to Laudna’s hands, anxiously wringing as she looks to Imogen for answers. Not now. Another time, maybe. She nods. “I’m sure,” she whispers with, she hopes, enough conviction to erase any traces of doubt in Laudna’s mind.
This seems to do the trick as Laudna visibly loses some of her tension and cracks a small smile. “You promise?” She asks. Her smile is infectious, and Imogen mirrors her expression. “Cross my heart.”
Their locked pinkies seal the promise—heart crossed, and given gladly.
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Imogen is done waiting. If she waits any longer it feels like the lightning marks along her body will ignite and she’ll go up in flames. The scene plays out in her head: She sees Laudna. They run, embrace, and Imogen kisses her.
What happens instead is... complicated. They’re all still with the new friends they made. Laudna feels threatened by F.R.I.D.A., and she reveals that their time in Issylra was traumatizing. She’s jealous, in fact, that the rest of them seemed to have a much easier time. It all escalates so quickly, and Imogen feels Laudna slipping away from her. What’s worse? Without a window into Laudna’s mind, Imogen doesn’t know what to say to fix it. She allows space for Laudna to vent her frustrations and tries hard not to take anything she says personally. This isn’t the way she pictured it. Not even close.
The smell of freshly baked bread fills the air in the market. They’re on a shopping trip for Zhudanna, just the two of them, and it almost feels like it used to when they first rolled into town. Imogen lifts her fingertips to the circlet on her head. Then again, it feels nothing like before. She can talk to Laudna without the thoughts of everyone around her invading her mind. She can carry a conversation with Laudna without accidentally hearing Laudna’s thoughts. There’s no wall of words to block her advances. She can’t make assumptions about what Laudna wants because she doesn’t know. It’s weird, but mostly it’s exhilarating.
“That’s wonderful,” Laudna says when Imogen establishes that the circlet makes crowds much easier. “You don’t have to listen in to get my thoughts.”
The statement is so simple, but it feels revelatory. Laudna’s right. “Yeah,” she answers as she mulls it over.
“I’ll always share them willingly. You can just ask.”
She can just ask. Of course. Her gaze falls to the ground below her feet for a moment before rising to meet Laudna’s again. Gods, she’ll never get tired of looking at her. She bites down on her lip. Just ask. What have you got to lose? Ask. Ask!
“Can I kiss you?”
Silence. Not a single stray thought. It stretches out into an eternity, into endless anticipation.
“I can’t tell if it’s alright or not anymore.” She can’t hear the endless string of thoughts that always kept her at bay. This time she’s yanking hard on her tether, testing to see if it’ll snap.
The silence shrinks back into a reasonable couple of moments. “Alright,” Laudna answers, shattering the quiet between them.
“Alright.”
She’s pictured this one thousand times and it’s never taken place at the market. It’s always secluded and romantic. It always makes Imogen feel like she’s flying. But this is better than anything she’s ever dreamed up in her head. It’s better than she imagined. As their lips part, she feels like she might cry.
They still need to talk, but even if it never happens again, Imogen knows what it feels like to kiss her. Her feelings are out in the open and she feels infinitely lighter than before. Whether Laudna feels the same way or not, Imogen feels content. She’ll carry this moment with her for the rest of her life.
#⚡ my writing.#⚡ headcanons.#sorta!#a deep dive - if u will#critical role spoilers //#cr spoilers //#c3 spoilers //#and then they kissed again and they're gonna live happily ever after the end#this was inspired by those '5 times they almost kissed and 1 time they did' prompts
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i use tumblr for a lot of shit, like a lot. something i recently opened the app for was fic recs. which, okay. i’ve read a LOT of dsmp fan fiction. if it’s tommyinnit-centric there’s a 70% chance i’ve read it. if it’s bad-parent phil watson there’s 95% chance i’ve read it.
now, one thing most of these fic recs have in common is them leaving out vital information about the fics AND they’re not mentioning my favorites so i’m upset.
all that said, welcome to my DSMP tommyinnit focused fic recommendations!
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please read the tags before reading them! they contain triggering themes!!!!!
Until You Leave. 8/? 31.2k Words
Technobrother and Tommy are piglin brothers in foster care. They get placed with Phil and he accidentally fucks them up big time. Ugly cried even though it was unfinished lol.
Evermore. complete. 56k Words
Royal AU and tommyinnit has hanahaki disease. Unshockingly contains bad parent Phil Watson and horrible siblings Wilbur and Techno. Major Character Death tag.
Hand in Unloveable Hand. complete. 21k Words
literally, I don't even know where to begin. tommyinnit gets unadopted by Phil and placed with Dream (who is a murderer.) Goes through Dreams killings and Tommy's involvement in detail. Cliffhanger ending i’m praying author makes a part 2.
mon dieu. complete. 115k Words.
Same thing, where can I even begin. Dream goes crazy with the revive book on Tommy, and claims himself as a god. Tortures Tommy and its described in graphic detail. If you don't like blood, guts, paralyzation, stock-home syndrome, or suicide don't read.
Dead Kids Aren’t Useful. complete. 4.5k Words.
tommyinnit has the power to heal peoples wounds-- at the cost of his own life. Vigilante SBI don't know that detail, and abuse his power to save their own lives.
A God and An Alien Walk Into a Casino (series) incomplete. 12k words
Just Golden Duo interactions honestly. Takes place in the c!dsmp before the finale.
this isn’t love (and if it is i don’t want it) complete. 4.3k Words
C!Tommy is unloved, but flowers never grow in his lungs. Tommyinnit is loved by a family who hates him. I SOBBED SO BAD BRO OMFG. My direct notes on this in my excel sheet are “best/worst take on hanahaki disease”
The End is Your Beginning. complete. 65k Words
Tommy accidentally falls into The End and a dragon adopts him <3. The ending made me angry cry.
Good Riddance Gray Albion. complete. 2k Words
Tommy is unknown at his birthday party, you will know more about his brothers than you ever will about Tommy. It's his birthday.
All-The-Way Better. complete. 5k Words
Tommy isn't happy enough-- isn't good enough. He gets replaced by the people who swore to love him.
Home is Where the Heart Isn’t (series) incomplete. 25k Words
Originally my friend was gatekeeping this from me, i argued with her until she shared it. Essentially, tommyinnit’s family comes back from whatever the fuck and they realize he isn't the same. Angst ensues and Tommy is just mad depressed bro. Sob every time,
Distant Dreams in the Dark. complete. 14k Words
Wilbur is addicted to drugs, told through Tommy’s POV. Set over the span of several years. Bittersweet ending. suicide warning though folks.
Dreaming that I’m Wide Awake. complete. 59k Words
Golden Duo + Drista. Human experimentation and like, a lot of angst. No offense to the author! But this was their first work as far as I’m aware. It is written like it, but it's worth it imo.
miserably failing at faerie kidnapping after getting too attached to the kid you're trying to kidnap. complete. 19.9k Words
Dream is Fae and adopts Tommy! Fluff and healing ensues. Bad SBI though. It's honestly one of the happier fics I've read recently.
a house with closed doors. complete. 4.1k Words
Tommy is lonely on thanksgiving :( but happy ending!
There’s always more. complete. 11k Words
Tommy is suicidal, technoblade decides a roadtrip is in order.
Cant You Stay Right Here Forever Pretty Please? complete. 2.1k Words
tommy + ranboo are falling, phil can only save one of them.
Vibrations. complete. 121k Words
tommyinnit leaves the SMP to finally heal, and gets platonically married and has a kid but that's a whole other thing.
#dream smp#dsmp#tommyinnit#tommyinnit centric#sleep bois inc#sbi#dsmp fanfic#dsmp fanfic recs#tommyinnit fanfic#mcyt#ao3#c!tommy#c!sbi#mcyt fanfiction#fanfic rec#i spent so much time on this#i am addicted#i love fanfiction#tw: drugs#tw: sui mention#tw: death#tw: abuse#tw: neglect#tw: child abuse#bedrock bros fanfic#sbi fanfic#sleepy bois fanfic
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Madison couldn't handle this.
She couldn't handle taking Reverie to Visceral's— no, that monster's realm every weekend just so her own son can be safe. The guilt was overwhelming, but there was nothing she could do. It was the only way to ensure both of them were safe.
And on top of that, she had to be wary of The Survivors, since apparently she was on their hit-list now. Protecting Zuriel, Aarin and now Tadhg from the horrors of what she was trying to put under control was no easy task. But it isn't like Madison could blame the poor boys for being curious.
Madison could never get the memory of seeing Reverie drenched, from head to toe, in his own blood, trembling and sobbing and all she could do was just get him back home and watch over him the best she could out of her mind. She wanted to give him a good life — he was only fourteen, for God's sake — but.. she knew every attempt, every weekday of spoiling him with attention and gentle words, would end up being useless by the next Monday.
And then Rayan. Oh, her poor, little brother. Having hardly any time to tend to his own son, plagued my nightmare upon nightmare, memory upon memory, until it seemed to suck away all of his will to carry on. Madison couldn't handle seeing him so defeated, so exhausted, so vulnerable.
She hadn't spoken to Vivian, her own wife — had a pleasant conversation that didn't end up in Madison fearing that this would be the last time they spoke to one another — in what seemed like ages. She knew she could die, and she was terrified. She had Theo, Rayan, Vanté, Sora, Tadhg, Vesker, Zuriel, Aarin and now Reverie to take care of. She couldn't leave them behind.
But the urge to snap grew larger with each passing day. The urge to go against her and Visceral's agreement, to fight back against The Survivors, fighting tooth and nail just for some goddamn peace. The memories, the visions, the nightmares, were all engraved into her mind, and as much as he kept trying to ignore it, she felt like a spark inside of her was dying, replaced with a disgusting urge for blood.
She wanted to keep that gentle giant facade she'd been holding up for so long, but every day the mask was cracking. She hated it. She hated Visceral, Foster, Madir, Esrana, Ezra, Casey— for fuck's sake, even Zayn at this point.
She didn't care what she had to do to give those close to her the life they deserve. If it meant Rayan could live one day in peace, if it meant Reverie could too, she didn't mind even dying by The Survivors' torture, or even by Visceral's hands — the kid was a heartless demigod, for fuck's sake. Madison was certain that, despite his terror for her, he could, and would, kill her.
All of the urges burned inside of her, a raging, white-hot fire that threatened to scorch her from the inside out. And as much as she feared to become the thing she so passionately was against, she couldn't help it.
Snapping seemed like the only option left.
How To Kill An Immortal taglist: @kira-the-whump-enthusiast
(also TECHNICALLY) Halos and Horns taglist: @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night (I am so sorry for not posting a lot of HAH content!!)
(Vesker, Visceral, Vanté, Reverie, Casey and Sora belong to my wonderful mutual, @er0s-1s-whump1ng!!)
#madison osoro-maguire#she is so babygirl she deserves to bite and maim#whump#oc whump#whump oc#whump writing#writing#oc writing#angry caretaker#How To Kill An Immortal
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Tagged by: @mistmarauder 🧡 (I can respond to these in a timely manner! Who knew? Though I always say waaaaay too much hence the readmore)
ONE: Are you named after anyone?
My middle name was for my mum's great-nana I think? Maybe great-grandma and I only think great-nana because we only had a great-nana. But not my first name, no.
But fun fact: My parents ONLY had one name for a girl. If my younger sibling had been born a girl they'd have been fuuuucked. (Also part of why I keep my name despite it being v much female-coded because like I earnt this. Also, like... it's my name. It fits me, thought I more often than not get confused seeing it written down because like that's my verbal name, Mayo is my written name.)
TWO: When was the last time you cried?
Last week? Little sleep + stress of moving = lots of tears at random times.
THREE: Do you have kids?
Nope! Don't have pets either. I wanna foster/adopt/support (probably older kids/teenagers) at some point but not for a few years and I absolutely do not want bio kids. Pregnancy freaks me the fuck out.
FOUR: Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Fairly often? I can't even tell anymore tbh like I just talk, even I'm barely paying attention to what I'm saying half the time!
Less so online I think (this is where people are like nah mate you do that here too) because it's definitely been misunderstood before - sometimes making me look very daft and I'm like I don't know you people well enough to say that that was what is called a joke
FIVE: What sports have you played/do you play?
I never found one I liked apart from, like, bench-ball. The fact that there aren't (that I've found at least) casual places to play bench ball as an adult is a fucking travesty.
SIX: What's the first thing you notice about people?
Their smile/laugh/sense of humour? I'm really bad with faces, but if someone laughs or makes a joke pretty soon after I meet them, I remember them a lot more easily.
Online it's definitely like the quirks of their writing style.
SEVEN: What's your eye colour?
Brown! Pretty dark brown too so like none of the "ooh it's got XYZ in it in the light" it has brown with hints of brown
EIGHT: Scary movies or happy endings?
Happy endings - I am the biggest wimp with scary films. I was part of the "let's go hang in the kitchen with the leftover pizza/snacks" gang if horror films came on at a sleepover!
NINE: Any special talents?
I'm not the biggest fan of cake, but by god will I make the best cake you've tasted. I can also do a good mix CD (less good at specific playlists because playlists it's just a big mess of great songs) and I can flick through to the right page in a book for a quote pretty easily - drove some people mad in English because people would be trying to find it for like five minutes and I'd just be like drrrrrrrr (idk how to write the noise for fanning through the pages) There!
TEN: Where were you born?
At home, south of England (I'm very much Northern, being there for like two memories max one of which was falling asleep indoors doesn't count 😂).
I can't remember if it was me or my older brother this happened for, but my mum went into labour in the middle of the night and woke my dad up and was like "The baby is coming" and my dear father went "If you still think so in half an hour, wake me up again" and rolled back over. Needless to say, he was not, in fact, allowed to go back to sleep. He also hates that story so we tell it as often as possible 😇
ELEVEN: What are your hobbies?
Uhh I watch a lot of TV? 😂 I need to get more hobbies that get me outside tbh. But I podfic, I knit sometimes when I'm watching stuff and I play games when I watch stuff, I cook a lot, I bake, I like long walks on the beach actually I like reasonable length walks by rivers/green areas or along the promenade if I'm at the beach because sand (Anakin Skywalker was right and he should say it).
TWELVE: Do you have any pets?
Nope! Just moved, but I used to help look after my friends' dog every so often - she's a black cockapoo called Luna and I love her dearly but she also made me realise if I do get a dog, I don't want a puppy. They are a lot of work. Which makes sense because they are literally baby
THIRTEEN: How tall are you?
5'7", please don't ask me for the metric - I haven't had to be measured in a while so I only know it in imperial. I wanna say like 167cm maybe? Does that sound right???
FOURTEEN: Favourite subject in school?
English (Language over Lit) or French 100%. I always say that my optional GCSEs were all basically an extension of my skills in English (AKA bullshitting): Religious Studies (taught tbh as Christianity + a few other examples), French, Spanish (both still bullshitting just in another language), and Drama (absolutely bullshitting and also in my case scaring the shit out of an examiner because the plate smashed into lots of pieces that flew everywhere rather than just a few in a controlled space like it had in rehearsal)
FIFTEEN: Dream job?
God I miss working in a cafe/events. But they don't pay the bills as well! Also like I would ideally want to do my current job 3 days a week and a manual job 2 but like without having to work lots of extra hours to keep on top of both, yk?
Tagging: @glaftwlet @emryses @snapshotmaestro @idyllic-idioms @alloverthegaf and idk anyone else who wants to do it! Brain empty can't remember usernames
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