#i’d love to hear your thoughts

[enchantedreader]

Could you imagine if Zuko had been with the group when they ran into Hama???😳😳😳

That would have been interesting and there are so many possibilities including them being in a secret relationship and Katara has to bloodbend Hama to save Zuko’s life.

#zutara #zuko #katara #avatar the last airbender #atla headcanons #zuko x katara #zutara headcanon #i’d love to hear your thoughts #or your own headcanons

[wambsgansshoelaces]

Waiting For You

Chapter 2; Beginnings

Siobhan Roy x fem!Reader

a/n: read the rest! I love shiv

Word Count: 3.349k

Shiv doesn’t come down to breakfast the next morning. You sit by yourself at a table, quietly eating a plateful of some of the best food you’d ever had. Silently, Kendall joins you, his chair making a muffled noise as it scrapes against the carpet.

Neither of you say anything for a while. This is normal for the two of you, though. Even though he was older than you and Shiv, you’d both always done the talking for him. You have extensive memories of pitching Logan on what to get for Kendall’s birthday, you and Shiv pretending like Ken hadn’t had told you what he wanted minutes before. You like to think he’d taught you how to appreciate silent company.

The dark bags under his eyes are deeper than usual, and he’s gripping a cup of coffee.

“Trying to strangle it?” you ask, taking a sip from your own mug.

“Pretending like it’s Dad,” he mutters back. “I don’t get why he can’t just leave me alone.”

You sigh. “I wish I could give you insight on that.” You poke at your food now, searching for something to say. “It’s always about the money, Ken. I’m sorry.”

He finishes with his food, but doesn’t get up. He leans back in his chair, staring into his hands. “You know…” He takes a centering breath. “I think we should hit him. Here. Tomorrow.”

You chew slowly. “We? What are we doing?”

“I want us to squash him before he has the chance to fuck me over.”

“How?” you ask carefully.

“Hostile. We’ll go straight for the shareholders first, and if that doesn’t work, I’m pretty sure we can convince the board to hand the company to us.” You meet his gaze. “And I want you and Shiv managing. You’ll both get seats on the board. I like you, Y/N, your head is screwed on right. And I trust you.”

You take another sip of coffee. “It’s an amazing offer. You think Shiv will like it?” you ask.

“If you can’t convince Shiv, let me talk to her. But there’s no reason she won’t listen to you. Besides, we’re talking about you right now. What do you think?”

You set your cup down on the table. “I think it’ll work,” you tell him truthfully. “And I know you’re a good person, Kendall. So just tell me what you need me to do.”

He gets to his feet, reaches over, and gives your arm a squeeze. “You’re a saint.”

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Shiv finds you when you’re taking a stroll through the gardens. She hurries to your side, falling into step next to you.

“You’re up early,” you say drolly, glancing at the time on your phone. Noon.

“Hungover,” she says airily. “I woke up with the worst headache. Then I saw you from the window.”

You wonder idly why she joined you. “Feeling better, then?”

“No, I just wanted to walk with you.”

The weather is gorgeous, the sun warming your skin and brightly illuminating everything around you. The two of you stop in a patch of shade, a bench conveniently placed, protected from the sun.

“Did you tell Kendall?” she asks, sitting down next to you.

“Yeah, last night.” Your arms brush together. “He came to talk to me this morning, too.”

“Well?” She holds eye contact, the blue of her eyes unflinching.

“Well,” you repeat, taking a moment to get your thoughts together. “He wants to avoid it, obviously. Put a stop to the secret stock buying bullshit. He’s looking at just going hostile and booting Logan from Waystar.”

“Depending on the shareholders, it could work,” Shiv murmurs back, turning the idea over in her head.

“That’s what I told him. And I feel like he has enough power to fight management even if it fails.” You fall silent.

“What’re you not telling me?”

You hastily look away, before meeting her gaze again. “He wants to instate you and me into management. If a hostile takeover doesn’t work, and he goes to fight… us backing him gives him the win. I think it’s a win-win.”

The beginning of a frown is forming on her face. “What, and we just leave my dad?”

“Well, yeah. We’d be making more money and working for a better man. I don’t see why we shouldn’t.”

She’s truly frowning now, her pretty features wrinkling. “Don’t you think this is stupid?”

“The opposite.” You search her gaze. You don’t know what you’re looking for. “Shiv, we go through with this, we come out with bigger careers and making so much more fucking money. And you’ve been looking for a reason to cut clean from your father… Don’t you think this is it?”

She rests her head up in her hands, elbows resting on her knees. “Everything you’re saying makes sense. But I just… I have a bad feeling.”

“About what, Shiv? The logic is there. I feel like there’s nothing your dad can do after Waystar gets absorbed by Kendall. And you’ll be protected there. From Maria.”

She pushed herself back into an upright position, her thumb twisting a ring around her index finger. “What’s his plan?”

“He wants to serve Logan as soon as possible. While we’re here, so he can’t do anything crazy about it. And then they clash.”

“Does he need a definitive answer?”

“You can probably get away with not saying anything until after we’re back in the States. That’s when he’ll probably need a final list for the board and management.”

“I can get away with it? What about you?” Her brow furrows.

“I told him I was in. This sort of opportunity isn’t going to come again. I make more money, the stress in my life dissipates, I’m working for Kendall… I really don’t see any cons. I trust him, Shiv. Besides, I want you to be the best you can be. Climb the highest with your career. And I think you can do that on Ken’s side, not Logan’s.”

“Why’d you say yes without telling me?”

You pause. “I didn’t think I had to.”

She catches herself. “I mean, you don’t. It just would’ve been nice if we hashed it out together.”

“Honestly, Shiv, I didn’t think you’d be so opposed to it. This is huge. We can kill any influence your dad has, and Maria will fuck off with him. And, come on, Shiv, you’d probably only have to work a day in the week because of how much you’ll be fucking paid.”

“Since you’re doing it, I’m doing it too,” she says decidedly. “It’s… I don’t know, Y/N. I just have one of those feelings, you know?”

You, against your common sense, gently take her hand in yours. “I get it. And if something does go wrong, we’ll be fully equipped to handle it. You have nothing to worry about.”

Shiv gives your hand a grateful squeeze. “Where’s Ken, do you know? I have some ideas.”

You snort. “Like what? Illegally acquire a gun to shoot your father with?”

“That was my best idea when we were twelve,” she reminds you. “What I want to do is cause him some fucking problems.”

“So he’s otherwise occupied even back in the States.”

“My partner in crime. We’re on the same wavelength.” She tugs you to your feet, your hands still clasped together. “And I just want him to suffer.”

“Psychopath,” you mutter.

“You love me anyway,” she retorts. You can’t argue with that.

“What’re you thinking of?”

“I swear this isn’t just because I think she’s a bitch, but I’m almost a hundred percent sure Maria is drawing deals with the devil. So, we get dirt on her, make her look bad and Dad look worse.”

You continue your stroll together, deciding to turn the conversation elsewhere.

“What’s the schedule for the next few days?” you ask.

“Rehearsal dinner is tomorrow. Wedding the day after that,” she says. “The days after are all sightseeing tours. If I have to watch my father make bedroom eyes one more time I’ll kill myself. I don’t wanna fucking sit through this shit show.”

“What, watching your dad get married to his fourth wife or watching your dad attempt to commit murder on his son?”

“Both.” She plucks a white lily from a bush you pass by, twirling the stem between her fingers as you continue to walk. “Kendall should do it right before Dad walks down the aisle.”

“Jeez, Shiv. Brutal.”

“He deserves it.”

You have no argument for that. She plucks the bottom half of the stem off, shortening it, then stopping you form moving forward. She tucks the stem behind your ear, arranging your hair around it so it stays.

“Pretty,” is all she says before you start walking again.

“Lunch is soon,” you murmur, trying to distract from the butterflies fluttering about your stomach.

“Isn’t it on the ocean?”

“Something like that.”

“We should match. Wear those cute floral dresses we bought together before we came.”

You both get ready in her room, her flitting about, pulling her outfit together. You both had the same floral pattern printed onto the fabric of your dresses, but the style and color were completely different between you two. The cerulean blue offset her skin pleasingly, the cut accentuating her hips. You keep catching yourself staring. Her bare feet patter lightly on the tile as she hunts for a pair of heels.

“We haven’t even been here for a week. How’d you lose them?”

“I didn’t lose them,” she insists, clipping an earring into place. She disappears in the bathroom to inspect her makeup and hair, and you go to peek under her bed.

“Found them,” you call to her.

“Fuck you!” comes her response.

You hand them to her when she comes back, and she makes a face at you. “It’s not like I hid them,” you say adamantly. She toes the shoes on, reaching out to straighten out the fabric bunching over your hips. Her palms smooth over the divots of your waist, her eyes raking over you, inspecting. Her gaze snags on the lily. You’d thought it was cute, so you’d kept it in your hair. You forget how to breathe. Shiv doesn’t notice, instead picking up her purse and beckoning you out the door with her.

Still a bit dazed, you follow her out and into the back of a black SUV. She sets her sunglasses atop her head, pushing back her hair with them. She glances at you and gives you a tight lipped smile.

“What’s up your ass?” you ask, making a face.

“Nothing. Nothing.” She suppresses the smile, turning to look out the window as you begin to move.

“You’re thinking about something,” you point out. “I know you, Shiv.”

She doesn’t turn back. “Nothing important,” she insists flippantly.

“Whatever you say.” You turn the opposite direction, watching as the world passes by.

“It’s just,” she begins, “I’ve been thinking.”

“About?”

“That conversation we had last night. While I was busy regurgitating the contents of my stomach.”

“What about it?”

“I don’t know how to do anything I promised. So don’t expect anything.”

You roll your eyes. “Shiv.”

“I’m being serious! Any sort of affection is difficult for me to show back.”

“Affection?”

“Yeah, you’re so lovey. Attentive. I wanna be like that, too. It feels nice when you do it, so why don’t I return the favor?”

You feel your body flush with heat. “I think that’s just how I am,” you say, lying through your teeth. “There are no favors for you to return.”

She tsks. “I’m doing it anyway. I mean, I’ll try to. It’ll probably be shitty execution, like a latte for you every blue moon. But you’re a good person, Y/N. I want you to know that I’m trying, even though I’m fucking failing spectacularly.”

You can’t, for the life of you, discern the nature of this conversation. A part of you, the stupid, hopeful part of you, wants to believe she’s flirting. But what would you know?

When she opens the car door, she reaches behind her to take your hand. You’re assaulted by the bright flashes of the paparazzi cameras. Your sunglasses sit on the bridge of your nose, but they only do so much. Shiv, experienced, drags you through the crowd, head up, pace unwavering.

You get past the security barricade, and walk along a pier to get to a massive patio built on the planks over the water.

“This is nice,” you tell her.

“What did you expect? The more spoiled people are, the less they care to ask questions.”

“Doesn’t stop them from asking, though.”

The lunch itself is lush. Shiv’s wandered off, mingling with a group of executives, and you and Roman watch Maria make her rounds.

“God, she makes me want to vomit,” he says to you.

“You say that about everyone,” you remind him.

“Fuck you.” He opens his mouth to say more, then promptly shuts it, Maria turning to you both. “Mrs. Roy,” he says dramatically.

“Roman, Y/N. Pleasure to see you both,” she drawls. “Enjoying the festivities?”

“Yeah. Sun, sand, salt water. It’s great,” Roman says back, his arms crossed over his torso. “It’s great, really.”

Maria ignores him, instead asking, “Do you mind if I steal your friend?” He throws you a glance before leaving you with her. “I’ve been meaning to speak with you on our own.”

“Have you, now,” you reply, distracted, noticing Shiv’s eyes flickering your direction from across the room. She takes a strained sip from whatever it is she’s drinking, her conversation halted.

She takes your arm, leading you off the patio.

“You know I run my own press company.”

“What happened to not talking about work?” you ask lightly. You both walk slowly, the pier creaking under your feet.

“Sometimes,” she manages back, “things need to get done.”

“So.” The breeze tickles your skin. “What needs to get done?”

Maria stares off into the ocean. “Plenty of things.”

“I’m assuming at least one of those things involve me. Otherwise, I don’t think we’d be having this conversation.”

“You’re smart. Which is why I’ve come to you, specifically.”

“I don’t enjoy running erratically around the point,” you say lowly.

She sighs. “I would like you to consider your current position. You’re awfully close to Siobhan, given your positions at Waystar. And Roman, Kendall, Connor.” She smooths her hand over her dress. “And I figure it’s time we sever ties to those we find not helpful. Siobhan, Kendall, threats to the throne. Roman, Connor, media liabilities.” Maria glances at you. “Understand my meaning?”

“I do. But I’m lost as to how this has anything to do with me.”

“You’re in a perfect place to be… extracting information.”

You have to keep yourself from rolling your eyes. That’s what this was about- she wants an outlet for dirt to make herself higher in the line of succession.

“What are you implying?” you ask bluntly. “Because I feel like you’re implying I pry into my coworkers’ personal and professional lives and snoop.”

“Oh, I’m not implying anything. I’m just telling you, Y/N, that Logan and I have big plans for after we wed. And it’d be a shame if your potential went to waste while you go down with the rest of them.”

You frown. “Maria, what is the point of this conversation? You’re running in circles.”

“Y/N, we need someone with your skill set if we are to sever Siobhan and Kendall from Waystar. Someone competent, at that, that we can trust. And you’re all the above. If you see this through… lots of good things will come.”

“How is there any severing going on? What is ‘this’?” you ask, trying to dig. Not only are you trying to illicit information from her, you’re genuinely confused. She must’ve been watching too many crime syndicate movies.

“Just think about what I said. Enjoy yourself. We’ll talk again later.” You’re left confused, and slightly pissed off. After Maria steps away, and you’re back on the patio, Shiv’s at your side.

“What was that about?”

“You’re right to be suspicious about her. She’s… thought a lot about the succession.”

“Come on, let’s go sit in the sand or something. We should talk.” You both make your way to the beach, heels clutched in your hands. A hermit crab scuttles past you as you lower yourself into a sitting position.

“She basically just wants me to flip. Something about wasting my potential and the fact that you and your siblings are all threats and liabilities.” You stick your feet into the sand in front of you, the warmth seeping into your skin.

“That’s not what I want to talk about. I want to talk about us.” The wind picks up, blowing her hair back, exposing her jaw. “All of that stuff I said about being a better friend? Forget it. It's all bullshit.”

You blink, taken aback. “Oh.”

Shiv takes her sunglasses off, dropping them into the sand next to her. To your surprise, her eyes are watering, and she’s biting her lip.

“No, not like that. Not like that at all,” she continues, voice steady. “God, you’re fucking gorgeous, even when you’re fucking confused.” Your heart skips a beat. Hope blooms in your chest, a beautiful, ravaging feeling. “What I was trying to say last night, and earlier, in the car, was not that I want to be a better friend, but I want to be a lover. Your lover. I want to be with you,” she says bluntly.

You reach out towards her, stamping away her tears with your thumb before they fall. “Really?” you ask meekly. “Or is this some sort of sick prank?”

“No, never. You’re the fucking light of my life. I don’t get any of these feelings, Y/N, but I’ve had them for so long and I can’t keep ignoring them. I want you. That’s all I understand. That I need you so badly that I’d ruin my life for you, I’d fucking steal the stars from the sky if you asked.”

“I need you, too,” you murmur, barely a whisper.

Before you can even begin to articulate your next words, Shiv’s hands are gripping your jaw and yanking you towards her. Her lips crash against yours.

It’s a sloppy kiss. You’re both so needy, so hungry for each other neither of you know what to do. Her lips are just as plush, just as firm as you’d imagined. Her fingers dig into your skin, and she kisses you harder and harder. You manage to pull away, moving to press hot kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. An airy sigh leaves her lips, her fingers sliding up your jaw to tangle in your hair.

“Fuck,” she breathes. She sounds beautiful. She looks beautiful. “I’ve imagined this hundreds of thousands of times in my mind. It never amounted to the real thing. God, I fucking need you. All that fucking rambling earlier? I was just trying to ignore the fact that every time I look at you I can't fucking breathe."

She whines when your mouth leaves her neck. “We can’t get caught,” you say softly.

“I don’t give a shit who sees us,” she insists. “Besides, we’re so far from the pier, it doesn’t matter.” She pushes herself into her lap so she can tip your head back and kiss you again. She parts your lips with hers, greedy. She pulls away, hands cupping your face, and lets you press a kiss to her jaw.

“Slow down,” you murmur. “You’ve barely just confessed.” Your hands go to the swells of her hips, fitting perfectly, as if they were meant to be there. They slide along her waist, then back, before you give her a squeeze.

“I’ve been waiting so long,” she tells you, planting another messy kiss on your lips. “And so have you, by the way you’re feeling me up.”

“You love it, Shiv, don’t lie to yourself,” you tease, getting a smile to split her face.

"You're right, baby. I fucking love it."

#shiv roy x reader #I’d love to hear your thoughts #shiv roy x you #feel free to leave constructive criticism #siobhan roy x reader #siobhan roy x you #siobhan roy #shiv roy #shiv roy x fem!reader #wlw #succession #succession hbo #succession fic #wambsgansshoelaces #succession x reader #waiting for you

[ashildrofarcadia]

I think it’s too perfect and convenient that Zoe and Douxie always have eachother. I’d love to blame every single slither of angst on Merlin but we know that one who is sensible must find other ways to make themselves miserable.

I think that they are constantly separated by either a curse or their own decision, because they know that if they rely on eachother all of the time it will inevitably lead to annoyance with each other, then conflicts, or the inability to unite and use their powers appropriately and intelligently when needed in a fight.

I think they separate for years at a time, with only a date set to meet again in the distant future, nothing else. No means of communicating with eachother. The only exception is the legitimate end of the actual world where all forces of magic and supernatural capabilities must unite.

#tales of arcadia #toa #trollhunters #trollhunters tales of arcadia #douxie casperan #hisirdoux casperan #zoe ashildr #zoe toa #Zouxie #wizards toa #emo wizards #merlin is a bitch #merlin toa #i’d love to hear your thoughts

[cloudyswritings]

Holidays of Hallownest

So I just saw an absolutely gorgeous art piece by @mebis-art-dump which in addition to be being completely fantastic(please check them out) also asked about what holidays Hallownest would practice. It really got me thinking.

Wyrmalia: Basically just a Saturnalia expy name wise but actually is pretty far diverged in practice. This is a holiday celebrating the death and the Wyrm and the rebirth of the king. During this holiday bugs swap out their masks for different ones and hold a small funeral for the previous owner of the mask they’re wearing. Generally the masks worn are those which belonged to dead family members. It’s thought by wearing their masks it gives them some semblance of life for a single day. During this time the mask wearer takes on the identity of their mask in full. It’s a celebration of past lives and accomplishments while also being a way to symbolically lay ghosts to rest.

The Festival of Lights: A celebration of the bright gods and higher beings of Hallownest. Pale lanterns are released into the city of tears to drift until the festival ends. Generally the festival lasts the equivalent of a week in our time. The King and Queen would generally make an appearance in the city and from there go on tour throughout Hallownest during this festival. It’s customary to burn small offerings to whatever higher being you follow in addition to the traditional sacrifices given to the king(generally some sort of live non sentient bug-some bugs believed a more vicious sacrifice like aspids or in rare circumstances garapedes would gain the kings favor.). During the festival most bugs would swap out their cloaks and clothing for brighter colors, and the upper class would generally wear pale cloaks.

Rootsday: A day celebrating the bountiful harvest the White Ladys boon provides. This is effectively thanksgiving and the feasts would generally last the entire day, with preparations being done in the weeks leading up to it. Unn actually benefits from some of the worship from this holiday as well. She was worshiped by many of the farmers of Hallownest in addition to the pale lights. Stuffed gruzzers and boiled gulka are staple foods of this holiday.

Dawnsday: Nearly completely erased by the Pale king in his effort to kill the radiance only a few faithful moths even remember this holiday. Those who do make a pilgrimage to the crown of Hallownest at dawn(or dusk) to worship at the last shrine to the old light. It’s said this holiday was originally a day where dreams and reality mixed and one’s wildest fantasies could come true, now it’s merely a way to keep the Radiance alive.

The Day of Sealing/Day of mourning: This holiday only came to exist after Hollow was sealed. All bugs in the kingdom wore black or pale white cloaks and went about the entirety of their day in silence. Not many bugs really knew what the holiday was for beyond paying their respects to the Hollow Knight and dreamers who had saved them from the infection. Silent prayer sessions for the Dreamers and Knight were held at the black egg temple. This holiday actually served as a supplemental means of strengthening the seals and prevent the dreamers from dying, the residual power of these prayers is what elevated Hollow to godhood and allowed the dreamers to persist past the fall of Hallownest. This holiday largely ceased to exist once the infection returned.

Deepnest has its own holidays too, but I think I’ll probably make a separate post for them and for greenpath and maybe dirtmouth.

Happy holidays y’all!!

#hollow knight #holidays #headcanon #hk pale king #hk hollow #worldbuilding #fantasy culture #fantasy holidays #i’d love to hear your thoughts #happy holidays

[whiteshipnightjar]

ok it’s the ungodly hours so naturally i’m HAVING THOUGHTS instead of sleeping. but! indulge me if you want to think about it too. out of the 5 songs that Joanna Newsom performed so far, and based on her previous work and choices in that regard, which do you think could be the album title song (like she had for hoom and divers)? or maybe you think it could be a line from one of them as the album title (like for mem)? or a word/phrase that’s not literally in the songs (ys)? or something else entirely??

I’m having this wild feeling that “Little Hand” could be a good title. it just seems to tie the ideas of the songs and the overarching concepts of all 5 so far. at least for me. what do you think?

#i’d love to hear your thoughts #on anything joanna related tbh haha #come buy i’ve got flowers and cookies 😘 #joanna newsom #i’ll make a poll on it #love joanna #jnew 5 #jnew

[omoriboii]

ok i couldn't find a way to say this on ao3 so i'll just bust down the door to your ask box

your art for dreamscape is genuinely amazing!!! i am in love with its character designs, and OOOGH the colored+rendered art pieces really pop out i love them so so much. the art for chapter 3 caught me off guard in the best way, god DAMN my boy isn't okay

aaahhh i wanna ramble on more about it but i can't find the words

WAAAH reading these things gives me so much euphoria?!!!! Such a big positive emotion holy shit wow.

Something that doesn’t go noticed, but most of my designs always take a lot of internal mental contemplation, which honestly can take me anywhere from a few days to full on months. For example; I only recently got around to designing Kim, but the thought process that went into her design before drawing it goes all the way back to last summer- isjfjskfkldkd.

To be completely and utterly honest, almost all the chapter art is done within an hour or less. I always have massive guilt of drawing art for myself that isn’t my commissions, so it’s hard to let myself have this ‘big detailed piece’ that doesn’t swallow up all the time I would’ve used doing my work. I have been trying to balance it better though- so later chapter’s art is starting to slowly look better.

Ngl chapter 3’s art was one of the fastest rushed pieces I ever did. Still ended up working because it kinda foreshadows what’s to come- iskfkskfjdkdk

Honest to god ramble away, hearing people’s thoughts on my work is what pushes me to continue every day.

#thank you so much #even just bothering to read it #it all means the world to me #also to anyone else reading #if you’re nervous about talking to me about the fic/au please don’t be! #I’d love to hear your thoughts #omoasks #omori aus #omoridreamscapeau #omoridreamscape #omori dreamscape au #omori dreamscape #omori fanfic #omoriboy

[rxnefairs]

Really Popular Books ft. The HOTD Cast

aka i want these beautiful people playing the main characters. i don’t care if most of these already have movies.

Milly Alcock - The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

Emily Carey - Where the Crawdads Sing. 

Emma D’Arcy - The Red Queen.

Olivia Cooke - The Selection Series.

Paddy Considine - The Love Hypothesis.

Matt Smith - The Cruel Prince.

Rhys Ifans - The Bible.

Fabien Frankel - The Fault in Our Stars.

Steve Toussaint - Dune.

Eve Best - The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo.

I have my reasons. Pls be nice, I’m very sensitive lmao

#sooooo what do we think? #agree? #disagree? #i’d love to hear your thoughts #milly alcock #emily carey #emma d'arcy #olivia cooke #paddy considine #matt smith #rhys ifans #fabien frankel #steve toussaint #eve best #hotd #hotd cast

[sambadecomboscribbles]

Captain college au Oneshot

((Ft, Melvin and Harold.))

Mentions of alcohol, Terrible decisions, mentions of puking/nausea.

There was a calm, hazy atmosphere in the small city known as Piqua, Ohio. The air smelled of dew and various city smells one only experiences in the dawn of morning. It had rained the night before, leaving the roads slick with water. Cars drove by, kicking up puddles of murky, dirty rainwater and drive into various fast food places to get breakfast. Like ants, they scrambled to get first in line in the queue.

One such car, a white hybrid, pulls into the queue, the pavement cracking underneath the tires, almost sounding like fire and parked just a few feet away from the speaker. The occupants laid in wait, the heating turned on to keep them warm in such a chilly, Wednesday morning. For a while it is quiet, the morning air smothering the car in a gentle hold.

Calm.

…

“You know I heard their pancakes suck.” A low, raspy voice spoke, still slurred and drowsy from the alcohol mischief the night before with merry times of grilled cheese and burnt fingers. “Do you think I could get pancakes but like… with extra syrup? I want to drink it like a shot.” He snickered, leaning forwards and gazed into the others field of vision. This man, Was Harold Hutchins. Local illustrator and certified dumbass of the highest degree.

Known for his pranks against the college, Hutchins is anything but predictable. Asking for a syrup shot is the LEAST of one’s worries when it comes to the blonde sitting next to the resident genius.

“Scoff!”

“I would say given your only recent awakening from that idiotic stunt you pulled yesterday, No. but I’m not sure I can stop you so I suppose go for it.” Melvin, the cars second occupant and local Dumbass wrangler with his own track record for pulling a slight goof or two, replied, leaning back on the car with a look one can describe as pure pain and agony. “Just don’t come crying to me when you get heart problems at 40, Hutchins.” He closed his eyes, a knowing smirk on his pale face only slightly concealing his worry.

Yeah, he knows Harold’s shenanigans by now. If he was still a small, socially awkward and closed off boy, he’d no doubt be concerned and disgusted by Harold’s creations against the world and his stomach which he’s very certain is made of pure iron at this point. The man has the tolerance for road kill at this point.

Sometimes it still icks him out.

Sometimes.

But given the last 14 years with said blonde and flat top in a row? Melvin has since adapted to their odd food choices and choices in general. He knows and trusts Harold not to legitimately kill himself with stupid decisions.

“Oh please, I have Billy to cry to, its fine don’t worry!” Harold beamed, oblivious to the others concern.

Billy, oh man Billy. That man was like a decorated war veteran, dealing with his recently appointed boyfriend’s antics and his friends antics. Right now though, he was in Japan on a family trip, visiting his folks for a week or so.

Harold leaned back in his seat, hands curled into his hoodie pocket, fingers running over various fast food wrappers and a leather wallet. The wallet containing various photos of Billy and himself, a few dollars and one credit card, very much used constantly. He held the wallet with a tentative hold, careful to not crush the delicate cargo inside the worn leather.

He didn’t expect to get reeled in so soon by someone but he’s glad it was Billy. “Heh, Bills would’ve had a fit if he heard me say that. You know? He loves pancakes! Especially syrup!” Harold replied, a grin on his face and a happy tone in his voice, full of mirth. Usually how he looks talking about his boyfriend.

Melvin scoffed, looking ahead at the queue, a agitated expression on his face. “Hah! So that’s why you own so many bottles of syrup! I have been wondering that for WEEKS!” The other groaned, exasperated. He had seen the others rather… interesting grocery choices for their dorm. Though both had agreed to not nark on the other for their food choices given each’s odd diet.

Soy protein and potato chips. Sugar free and 60 grams of sugar. Apple juice and energy drinks. A weird combination.

“Wait really?! Dude, you could’ve just asked!!” Harold replied, giggling at The others such dramatic display of despair. He was very familiar with Melvin’s ‘oh my god what are you doing with that garbage food Hutchins? Are you trying to kill yourself at age 24?’ Face.

The car slowly rolled forwards, each occupant inside swaying as the car suddenly halted behind a blue caravan, littered with various stickers and those silly car decorations single moms have on their vans and jeeps. You know, the eyelashes?

They were about the fourth in the queue so they had a moment. Melvin was all in all a fantastic driver! Harold? Not so much. Usually Melvin held reigns over their shared hybrid car, with the exception of Harold driving to the Piqua Pick up and Go super market for their annual monthly grocery trip and various gas station trips to gather food like a bear heading for hibernation or his office in their dorm.

It’s the motion sickness that makes him unable to drive. He usually takes a antiacid before setting a single, dirty sneaker into any moving vehicular vessel, but right now he’s still suffering a hangover and stomach attempting to digest the mass of cheese sitting in his gut. So an antiacid is a no go.

“Man I feel sick…” Harold lamented, hiding his face in his yellow stained hoodie sleeves, groaning. He could feel last nights terrible decisions coming up to haunt him. About a bottle or two of wine and 5 grilled cheeses later brought about a sleepy Harold Hutchins, cared for by one Melvin Sneedly who had just returned to the dorm after a lovely night of working on his mid semester’s project and found his roommate in the midst of creating an abomination of melted cheese and soggy, butter coated bread.

Truly, the peak of college student cuisine.

“Do NOT puke in this car I swear to god!” Melvin snapped, hissing at Harold with a intensity that could rival Benjamin Krupp’s. He had JUST made the last down payment on it!

He loved this car, he will be dammed before Harold ruins the seats with his bodily spewage! Melvin leans over, grabbing a plastic bag left over from various gas station stops and held it out to Harold, “here, puke in this you walking disaster!”

Harold graciously accepted the All-Nite-Day-Rite bag, holding it like a lifeline as the car slowly moved once more and the drive-through radio was now in field of view. “Awhhh, you do care…! There is a heart under all that rock!” Harold mused, teasing the ginger. He knew Melvin did truly care about him and vice versa.

It was still funny to tease him about it though.

“Ah ah! Hutchins! I will kick you out of this car I swear!” Melvin huffed, grabbing hold of his coffee mug from the dashboard, taking a sip of the warm bean brew.

One dash of milk.

No sugar or sweetener.

Just how he liked it.

As the car moved once more, the first occupant, Hutchins, slowly sat up, rubbing his head with a hiss as a wave of pain shot through his head. Yeah, getting wine drunk does that to ya. “Hey Melvin? I didn’t actually apologize for making ya freak out last night… thanks for taking care of me, heh, like always.” He spoke, turning to look at Melvin with a rather clear look in his mix matched eyes. “I’m sorry I give ya trouble all the time.”

“…..” Melvin frowned.

Ah.

Feelings.

“It’s… alright Harold. You and George are the stupid ones of the group and as always I am the one to make sure you both don’t die or something.” He answered, turning to gaze at the blonde with a… relieved look, “but, I appreciate the apology, thank you.”

Harold smiled, leaning over and placing a hand on the others shoulder, comforting. “Heh, what would I do without ya, Sneedly?”

“I dread to imagine the chaos, Hutchins, now Cmon what do you want to order? And no syrup! I swear I will not have you get this car messy with syrup!”

“AWWHH! You’re no FUN! Melvin!!”

#Captain college au #captain underpants #the epic adventures of captain underpants #harold hutchins #melvin sneedly #media.warning.nausea #media.warning.puke mention #first fic ever #yyaaayyy #i wanted to officially write something for this au and I definitely plan on writing more in the future #leave me some feedback in the comments! #i’d love to hear your thoughts

[letnancykissgirls]

The Fruity Four + Chrissy & How They Began Their Life

Steve enters with an early Monday sunrise, blinking pleasantly around. Angelically cherub-like cheeks, pink with the effort of his fussing. His mother’s curls and uniquely dark eyes. A fair baby, comment the well wishers

Nancy comes within hours of the labor process, a complication-less pregnancy. She’s swaddled immediately without fuss, regal as a queen even in the small blanket her mother wraps her in. Facing the world with a grace befitting of her namesake.

Eddie enters the world screaming on a Wednesday, much in the same way he imagines he’ll leave it. The infant doesn’t stop, not ignorant of the tired huff his mother gives him. He doesn’t stop until he’s settled against the chest of another, rooting for something she cannot provide. “A shame” others will comment, that the boy’s life begins with such tragedy

Robin debuts herself to the world on a Thursday two months before had been expected, catching even herself by surprise as her mother’s body begins to stop supporting her very existence. Both make it out of the experience alive, but the nurses instructed her parents to acknowledge that she will have much growth to complete. Years later, she still has far to go in life- full of a yearning to accomplish.

Chrissy’s first act in her existence is to provide. Friday moonlight filters through the windows of the hospital room as she rests, recovering from a small blood transfusion that had been used to replenish the life of another. The sweet tempered child smiles up at the skyline, full of glee with her life

#if you know the poem that inspired this pls share! #i’d love to hear your thoughts #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #originally written for my oc’s #stranger things

[danmainacc]

Not me just realizing I didn’t have my asks on 😅 feel free to drop one anytime 💌

#my dumbass #i’d love to hear your thoughts

[starweed]

sorry, i’m about to get on my little soap box about fanfic.

fanfic is a exploratory medium, and as such these explorations aren’t always going to be canon compliant. if you read your fic on a sight like ao3 you can easily filter things in and out assuming they’re properly tagged (tag your fics properly!!).

fanfic is all about putting your little people into situations and figuring out how you think they’d react, based on your interpretation of the characters. it’s all very subjective, and i think that makes it very beautiful. you’re never going to find two people with the exact same interpretations of the characters and how they play off of each other.

shipping is putting two characters you think would be interesting in a romantic relationship and figuring out how you think they’d work together, typically based on their interactions in the canon. it is a key facet of fanfiction, as fanfiction and fandom culture as we know it to exist today would not exist without shipping. fandom would not exist with shipping gay people either. there’s a larger conversation to have about the fetishization of queerness within fandom spaces, but that warrants it’s own post. the point is that you cannot separate fandom from shipping, just as you cannot separate shipping from queerness.

fandom is an undeniably queer space, and that has been fought for tooth and nail just like any other queer space that exists today. fanfic is an exploratory medium, and when queer people write characters as queer that is exploring the possibility of their being people that they admire that are like them. when queer people read fanfic with characters that are written to have queer identities they have their identity reaffirmed. there is a comfort to seeing other people like you, even, or in some cases, especially, if they are fictional.

there is also an aspect of exploring yourself as you explore the characters. sometimes it can be easier to articulate how you are feeling through the lense of somebody else. this character is not you but they can feel the things that you feel, and if that happens then suddenly you can put into words how you are currently feeling. it is a way of connecting, both with yourself and others, if you choose to share.

when you share fanfic you know that the people who are going to read it come from a place of love and understanding for the media already, that allows you to explore things that the creator couldn’t even if they wanted to. fanfic is a space for exploration, of the characters, of the themes, of the setting, of yourself.

#fanfiction #fanfic #on fanfiction #on fandom #my thoughts #i hope this makes sense #i hope this reaches the right audience #i’d love to hear your thoughts #so long as you’re respectful about sharing them #this is most of my thoughts on fanfiction as a medium #but i could go on

[polarpuppet]

So I’ve had soooo many ideas for Percy Jackson group roleplays but one that I don’t think would work well is the idea of after the ‘Lester Incident’ Apollo decides he wants to help Camp Halfblood, so he runs the musical department along with the theater (with help from Mr. D of course lol). I even had a design for the theater.

Most of the first musicals would be more jukebox stuff, that was the plan, and when I found Epic: The Musical….oh Gods things for interesting!!

I’d love to know if anyone likes this idea of basically a discord server of PJ fans and musical/theater fans just making jukebox musicals and casts lists, maybe playing them out ole songfic style lol

#just a silly idea i had #i’d love to hear your thoughts #percy jackson #musicals #musical #Roleplay idea #rp idea #roleplay #rp #idea #greek mythology #percy jackon and the olympians

[rosy-link]

I’d much rather only celebrate Pom Fest as an Arab person than celebrate Thanksgiving. Both of the celebrations are harvest celebrations. They’re both about coming together and recognizing tradition and enjoying food together etc etc. The only difference is Thanksgiving as a holiday is fueled by idealized colonialism and Pom Fest is not. I would want to have just Pom Fest and no Thanksgiving to be a tradition of my own in my home. The idea of having my wife, family, and friends together to enjoy Pom Fest is so nice. I don’t plan on having any kids, but if I did I would want them growing up having an appreciation for their heritage and their family and their roots. I wouldn’t want them to grow up with an appreciation for Thanksgiving just to have that ruined by its origins.

I know this opens the floor to ideas like, “ oh well should get rid of quinces because those were patriarchal and awful” but i quite frankly don’t know how much that type of a celebration correlates to this exact scenario. Both were heavily communal celebrations, sure, but a quince is a much more individualistic celebration that isn’t a national holiday. To equate those two kind of things, to me, is a false equivalency. Same goes for Christmas and Easter and whatever have you. The disillusionment that comes with learning the truth about Easter and Christmas doesn’t exactly come close to the disillusionment that comes with learning the truth about Thanksgiving. Again, to equate those things is a false equivalency.

However, what about generally for Americans who aren’t Arab? Okay, maybe celebrate “maize” and corn. We have a whole song! It does have the juice! Instead of centering the celebration around turkeys and family, you can center it around learning about how the Indigenous people harvest food and what Indigenous people find to be symbolic in their food. You can teach your kid about your area’s specific tribe. And maybe you can teach that without having your child cosplay as a certain racial group.

#idk this is a mess #and incoherent #these are my thoughts #i’d love to hear your thoughts #indigenous #arab #pomegranate festival #thanksgiving #its corn #a big lump of knobs #it has the juice #i can’t imagine a more beautiful thing #I’m not indigenous so listen to any indigenous person before you listen to me

[crownofstardustandbone]

Who else is on the soft dom Tommy train with me? Show of hands?

#bucktommy #buck x tommy #kinkley #tevan #send asks? #I’d love to hear your thoughts on soft dom Tommy

[waaterdeep]

It’s heartbreaking to me how easily Gale abandons his plans of becoming a god when you romance him, because it shows that he never actually wanted to become a god in the first place.

When you ask him how he’s feeling after discovering the crown of Karsus he tells you that he’s excited about what the crown could do to improve both of your lives. His plans aren’t clear but it’s obvious that he wants to use it for himself. Of course there’s some selfishness there, perhaps a desire to get back at Mystra, but there’s a good part of him that sees this as a way to impress you, to become worthy of you.

But to convince him to let go of the crown in Act 3 you simply need to tell him that he matters, that you love him for the man that he is not the god he wants to be. You need to convince him that he’s always been enough and that he always will be, so long as he stays true to who he is. And with high approval he accepts this without question. While he feels uncertain about putting all of his faith into one person, he’s still relieved and happy to do so.

You have opportunities before the Outer Planes scene to tell him that you care about him, most notably in Act 2, when you can tell him that you want to spend the night with Gale the man, that you don’t need him to wow you with cosmic sex. While this clearly means a lot to him it doesn’t translate as “I am exactly all that this person needs” in his mind yet.

But when you have the Outer Planes scene and he tells you of his plans, if you gently bring him back down to earth, kiss him and tell him he’s perfect, he’s wholly convinced. While Tara might have told him many times some variation of this, you are the first person, and most importantly the first lover, to tell him and show him. The fact that you met him with diminished powers and the Netherese orb and still fell in love with him speaks volumes.

It shows that his ambitions are not born from hubris, rather, from a profound insecurity that could only be the product of his defining of his life, his value, in relation to the literal goddess of magic and, obviously, falling short. Conjuring visions of Waterdeep and the Outer Planes, it’s all his way to convince you that he’s worthy of your affections, you who in most cases cannot do that at all. But he bases his worth completely upon his magical abilities, it’s no surprise then that magnifying them to infinite proportions is his way to remove his fear of losing you, since his greatest weakness, his humanity, is what drove his previous lover away from him.

And that’s absolutely heartbreaking.

#I have a lot of thoughts about gale #feel free to add on to this I’d love to hear your thoughts #anyways I love him a normal amount thanks for coming to my ted talk #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #my thoughts

[wowzoerz-blog]

You know it’s actually really nice being trans and true to myself as a person

Like, progress feels slow but every month I look back and think “Wow, that’s something unique I learned about myself!” And I am a much happier person because of that!

There is a girl under all of these repressed feelings that me and my friends are uncovering.

And she is just, Wonderful

#share your own stories too! I’d be delighted to hear them! #trans #196 #traa #rule #t4t #it’s actually really nice #to see yourself become a person #like I’m ACTUALLY UNIQUE AND AWESOME? #I THOUGHT THEY WERE JUST TELLING ME THAT!!!! #shoutouts to my irls #shoutouts to my online friends #shoutouts to my discord friends (y’all are great) #and #big shoutout to @intolunarorbit #I love you honey #did I put a whole other post in the tags? yeah #FUCK you gonna do about it