#mother's day treat

[radiance1]

Killer Croc's little bro was apparently in Gotham.

How did everyone know? Because he was seen physically dragging said older brother out of the sewers and into the nearest cafe.

And Killer Croc was just. So docile??? He was shy, a bit nervous, amused, and was practically harmless. Which wasn't something anyone would have associated with Killer Croc.

And the fact that said little bro can lift him up easily too? What kind of parents did they have for their son to be able to lift up the Killer Croc so easily?

Meanwhile, Jack just doesn't get why everyone reacts negatively to his big brother, it's not like he was a ghost for goodness sake and yea he's working on not being like he was before his son revealed himself to be part ghost, but still.

His brother was still human, just extra.

Why did Jack come to Gotham? He was kinda maybe forced out the house to go and find his brother because he liked talking about him but never actually went out to find him.

Jack and Croc may be half-brothers, yes, but he's still family.

Jack strongarms Killer Croc into not living in, well, the sewers and at his house he bought when he came to Gotham and they both caught up with each other's lives. Jack told Croc about his family, and by extension the shit views he's had on ghost because it was a major part in their family dynamics, and Croc told him about his own life in Gotham.

Minus the more gruesome, parts.

Killer Croc lives with him for a while and notices that he didn't really seem to care for his life. Which is a major no to Croc, who tries to get him to gain some amount of self-preservation, yes he knows that his little bro is more durable than the average human has any right to be but please for the sake of your big bro's heart, please take care of yourself.

Jack is a bit floored by this, and tries to wave it off as a non-issue. But if Jack can strongarm Croc into living with him, then Croc can definitely strongarm Jack into things as well.

Busting through walls is fine, alright. He gets it, it's very fun. But please don't stick random things into your mouth that can kill you, nor follow strangers down an alleyway and shrug off a stabbing (Killer Croc had some choice words and actions for the person who did such a thing.), and please, please practice stranger danger, little bro. Please.

No, he doesn't give two, three, four, five or ten fucking shits if you have microsurgeons in your blood that gives you a superhuman healing factor, you can still feel pain little bro, and stop skipping meals and sleep to work on your inventions! No, you cannot substitute either for energy drinks!

The batfam keep an eye on the two brothers and find it to just be the both of them strongarming the other into healthy behaviors basically. (With a lot of verbal and physical "I love you"'s, the Batfam could NEVER. slash joke teehee.)

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #Jack Fenton and Killer Croc half-brother's au #Just wait until Croc finds out about his wife and son cause oh boy are they just as bad as he is when it comes to self-preservation. #Jack strongarms him into living a normal life where he doesn't hide away and deserves to be treated as a person #While Croc strongarms Jack into having more self-preservation that he seemingly lacked. #Wouldn't ya know a lack of self-preservation is a common trait in the Fentonnightingle history since the days or yore #Their dad had it and Jack got it unfortunately #Jack would also like to punt his mother for abandoning his brother. #You know your self-preservation is bad when Killer Croc has to strongarm you into taking care of yourself

[goryhorroor]

holiday + horror movie

#i did not include mother's day because it's not really about the holiday #horror #horror movies #bloody new year #my bloody valentine #leprechaun #uncle sam #father's day #happy birthday to me #trick 'r treat #thanksgiving #black christmas #i kinda just picked one for each holiday that i liked #horroredit #moviesedit #filmedit #horror cinema #cinema

[margindoodles2407]

HAPPY SOLEMNITY OF THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION!!!!!!!

#catholic #catholicism #christian #IT IS MY MOTHER'S CONCEPTION DAY #Y'ALL GO OUT AND CELEBRATE. GET SOME ICE CREAM. MAKE A CAKE. TELL MARY YOU LOVE HER #AND PARTY. IT IS A HIGH FEAST AND SHOULD BE TREATED AS SUCH

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

frank: gets teary eyed at a wedding, is most likely drunk/high

THOSE fans: OMG HE LOVES GALLAVICH HE LOVES IAN HES A GOOD FATHER HE JUST HAD ISSUES HE CANT HELP IT HE CRIED OH MY GOD-

this scene existing:

#not to mention the 104° fever- profiting off of ian’s mania- and locking him in the basement for days on end when he was 6 #frank was abusive!! #i know peope who cry at strangers weddings #doing that doesn’t make you a hero #and it doesn’t justify the years of abuse he put ian through #i literally hate frank so much idgaf how his mother or monica treated him #like yes his character and backstory are interesting but you cannot blame everything on other people #he was abusive- PERIOD. #shameless #ian gallagher #frank gallagher

[andonuts-about-you]

still can't finish a drawing for the life of me but I refuse to have nothing today!!

lil' man whos full of love and joy and his mom's steak spending a lil' too much of his dad's money on gifts for his friends and family

#goku-nba art #mother 2 #earthbound #earthbound fanart #ness #ness earthbound #paula jones #paula earthbound #jeff andonuts #jeff earthbound #prince poo #poo earthbound #valentines day #still dont rlly know how to draw poo but he looks silly in this. bro cant process being treated like a friend instead of a prince ig

[seasaltmemories]

Thinking about my boy

#aono kun #i want to hold aono kun so badly i could die #ryuhei aono #to be clear normal aono is my boy more than dark aono (yada yada how different are they yeah but their vibes are distinct enough for me) #but this screenshot was too good to ignore and I can appreciate dark aono for being a great unique antagonist #just a little freak who is scheming things but not very good at hiding that #but real aono the real costar of my heart- i need him to be happy by the end just as much as yuri #I do think his conflict with his dark side is interesting in how it reflects his trauma and everything I learn about his life #up to the present day breaks my heart #he didn't get a chance to grow up and make up for his mistakes he never got to be more than his mother's child #so I will forgive a little murder and possession as a treat #unless WEIRD REDACTED TWIST ends with him hurting Yuri for real bc she is the other costar #but yeah sad little man haunted by his trauma and goes 'don't worry about it' as he tries to be the ideal romantic partner until it all #comes crashing down all around him is very seasalt-core

[millenniummmbop]

hey i just wanted to say THANK YOU SO MUCH for the linkin park ygo content,,!! i just got into ygo and your art made me have another INTENSE wave of linkin park and now i can't stop thinking about yugi and seto while listening and i even have the hybrid theory lp at home and am SO tempted to recreate your fanart every time i walk past it it's insane

anyway your brain is godly thank you for this connection

U don’t know how happy this ask makes me it gets me SO FUCKING ECCSTATIC to know that the venn diagram of “yugioh fans” and “linkin park enjoyers” is a flat fucking circle for a lot of us slfjsldjfglsgjlsfjlskfjlkfj 

🎤🎤🎤

#asks #fallen-juniper-leaves #seto kaiba #yugi mutou #sketchbook #GOD I COULD TALK FOREVER ABOUT THE OBSESSIVE CONNECTION MY BRAIN HAS B/W YUGIOH AND LINKIN PARK #LIKE LITERALLY ONE OF THE VERY FIRST THINGS I MADE WHEN I STARTED GETTING BACK INTO YGO #WAS A DUMB ONE-SHOT WHERE EVERYONE GOES TO A LINKIN PARK CONCERT TOGETHER #AND THEN SOMETHING SOMETHING MAGIC SHENANIGANS AND YAMI YUGI HAS TO GO S0 ON SOME MOTHER FUCKERS #IN THE MOSH PIT AS LINKIN PARK PLAYS BLEED IT OUT OR SOME SHIT #but also and this is important #the guys from linkin park are drawn in the hanah barbara art style and the entire adventure is treated like one of those #old episodes of scooby doo where they meet a celebrity guest and they help them solve the mystery #and they speak in like preppy hip 60s slang and they're all nice and polite until the musical number at the end #where chester just SCREAMS into the mic and everyone just starts raging and going crazy going stupid #i think like 3 of the sketches made it onto my doodle dump from the end of last year and NOTHING ELSE #this was 100% a self-indulgent dumb little au thing that was never meant to see the light of day #but shit maybe i'll actually will this into existence some day sldfjsljglsjglsfjlsdfjldskf #oh right the doodle lmfao #they're having a karaoke contest i guess #kaiba wanted SO bad to do chester's part but sadly he just doesn't have the upper range UnU #there's probably like a dozen or so more thematically appropriate LP songs they could've been singing here #but waiting for the end is literally my favorite song of anything they've ever released ever #so i'm selfishly deciding it's both of their favorite too 8))))) #FUCK i love linkin park

[sunshinechay]

So Uea continues to have just the most expressive face despite himself. Especially when it comes to the love and sadness that he feels towards King.

Uea is allowing himself to feel excited about the possibility of planning a trip with his lover (whether he and King are willing to call themselves that or not.) He revels in these emotions are he enjoys searching for a place to go. A place both he and King will love and get to spend time together out in the open.

His confusion is palpable when King takes him into the staircase to explain that he can’t go on the trip anymore. Why is his boyfriend cancelling their trip? Why is he saying he has to go to an arranged marriage meeting when he’s already dating Uea?

…oh yeah that’s right. They’re not actually a couple and Uea let himself forget that in his joy and excitement.

He tries to fake nonchalance which King sees through right away. Uea already knows he would, because Uea has made the mistake of allowing King to know him, really know him, in a way no one does, not even Jade. Uea was ready and willing to begin the process of cracking himself open and exposing all of his flaws and weakness, all of his perceived short comings for King to see. He was already fostering the hope that King would see past all of that to the boy inside him that just wants to be loved and accepted.

But now he knows. He knows that even if King would be willing to do it (and of course he’d be willing) it doesn’t matter. King is going to go to this meeting and probably meet his soulmate and Uea will be left alone, again. So why not try to reassure King that he will be okay (even though they both knows he definitely won’t be).

As he leaves, you can already see the thoughts turning in his head. How he is twisting all of it in his head and finding some way to blame himself for this happening. The most obvious one is that he was stupid. He forgot that he and King weren’t together. He forgot that King isn’t falling in love with him the way Uea is with King. (Or at least, I think that’s what he is trying to convince himself. After all, King is player. Someone who would likely only settle down because his parents want grandchildren and what better way to find a woman to do that with than with a marriage meeting).

With King in the background of the shot, I think Uea’s thoughts are now turning towards his past history. Likely telling himself that this was bound to happen eventually because that’s just the way Uea’s life works. His mother, his exes, none of them could find anything about him that was worth loving, that was worth sticking around for. By that logic, it stands to reason that King couldn’t find anything either.

Finally the acceptance hits and he tells himself that he needs to get back to work. That he needs to focus on what he knows he’s good for. He is intelligent and can create good, well crafted work. He can get it done by the deadline and hopefully that will mean that there is one less reason that Krit will have to be inappropriate towards him.

Uea’s trauma is on full display in this scene, whether or not he (or King) realizes it. The results of a life time of many different kinds of abuse have lead Uea down a path of self doubt, where he firmly believes he is undeserving of the love that comes with a life partner (romantic or otherwise). King is just another person in a long line of people that managed to figure it out sooner rather than later.

So he blames himself. He is the foolish one for forgetting and inferring about so many things with regards to his and King’s relationship. He has been through this before and yet each time, he is just as hurt. I can imagine at least one comment Uea made to himself, either during this scene or during the vacation is that this is nothing short of what he deserves for believing that he has maybe found someone who could love him.

I think that is one of the reasons why, in a later scene, he is quick to remind King that they are just bed friends. I don’t think he was only reminding King. I think he was also reminding himself. Reminding himself that he has to keep his walls high, he has to get over how he feels and remember that King is not his. He needs King to stop doing these things for him, so that he can also remember that fact. So that he can save himself from getting any more hurt than he already is.

I also find it really interesting that this exchange happens after the pet play scene. A scene that if nothing else, proves exactly how into each other they are. They trust each other and are into each other enough to want to explore kink and how it would work for them.

It’s fascinating to watch just how fast Uea’s trauma response and lack of self worth work to destroy any happy memory he has with King the second there is a set back. It’s not King’s fault, nor is it Uea’s really. It’s something that’s been happening most of his life. It’s why he has walls so high and different (yet remarkably similar) boundaries for everyone in his life. He wants to preserve the happy memories if he can, especially since they are so few and far between. He wants to be able to ignore the sense of shame and guilt that permeates his life. But at the same time, there is always a part of him that believes that shame and guilt should be there. That they should be something he is aware of every second of every day, lest he forget what a horrible person he really is.

#bed friend #bed friend the series #kinguea #ueaking #netjames #i could go on and on about all of the ways i think uea’s mind twists everything around until he believes it’s his fault #the shame and guilt that he lives with every day #solely because his mother is a selfish homophobic abuser who deserves nothing but bad things #don’t even get me started on the way krit treats him because i definitely have thoughts about that #bed friend meta #why yes i did write this at 3am #i apologize for any lack of coherence #cap watches bed friend #cap speaks #bed friend spoilers

[stormyoceans]

Hiiiiii! I just want you to know that as a fellow day defender, I totally agree with you about your opinion of night and day’s situation. People keep saying that day is a bad guy since he treated night like that without knowing the reason behind it. I read the novel btw and thought that if I’m in day’s shoes, I’d probably be acting the same way as day. He just needs time to heal and I totally understand that. I hope people can consider day’s feelings too, not just night’s.

HIII FRIEND HIIIIIII!!!!!!!!

first of all, i wanted to thank you for not giving away any spoilers even if you've already read the novel!!!!! i don't take that for granted because not everyone is so considerate, so i really appreciate it!!!!!

about night and day's situation, im so incredibly glad that you agree with my thoughts on it!!!!! maybe it's because i feel very protective of day as a character, but it's been pretty hard to see him bear the brunt of people's criticism, first with the whole mork vs august affair and now with night. i know it's natural to sympathize with night because we don't have an explanation for day's behavior yet, and regardless of what happened it will never be an excuse for lashing out like that, but at the same time it's kinda upsetting to have day's feelings being constantly dismissed. like being in night's presence makes day feel SO BAD that one time he was literally willing to step in the middle of the street without being able to see rather than staying in the same space as night, and another time he was ready to give up attending aon's wedding (which he really cares about) and would have gone back to isolate himself from the world if it wasn't for mork, and i just think this should be taken into account a little bit more

i also think it's not a matter of who's right or who's wrong, because unlike what night said there are actually no villains and no heroes here. the narrative isn't pushing the audience to side with a character or another, on the contrary it's trying to make the viewers understand both points of view: night's attempts to be a good brother and reconnect with day are commendable and it's indeed both very sad and very frustrating to see day constantly reject them so cruelly, but day has only now started to accept his disability after an entire year of isolation where he was made feel like he could no longer take care of himself and live a fulfilling life, and like you said i think he should be allowed the time to heal (and eventually to forgive night, if he is actually involved in the accident that made day lose his sight)

in the end they're both just two boys with a lot of misunderstandings and unspoken feelings between them who are trying to do their best and i think it's unfair to pit them against each other

#i also fully understand night experiencing his own sense of isolation because of their mother's favoritism towards day #but that's not day's fault either #and while i do appreciate night's trying to rebuild his relationship with day i also think he shouldn't push his presence on day #like when night said he had already asked their mother if day could go to aon's wedding you can see that day was genuinely surprised #only when night said that day could go to songkhla on the condition that night went with him day shut off completely again #the point is. it's a complicated situation and none of them deserve to be treated like the bad guy by the fandom #ANYWAY. thank you for taking the time to send this to me anon!!!!!! #especially since you came from twitter #i do hope you'll be able to see this since im answering you a bit late ;;;;;; #KINDA WANT TO ASK YOU IF THE NOVEL ENDS IN A SATISFYING WAY BUT ALSO I DON'T BUT ALSO I DO BUT ALSO I DON'T BUT ALSO I DO BUT ALSO I DON'T B #anyway x2. hope you're having a wonderful first day of the year!!!!! 💜 #last twilight the series #m: ask #petri i know you're a night's defender so maybe don't look sfjksgdjsg ;;;;;;;;

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

Splinter Cell au today! Last Splinter Cell was father-son bonding time, so today Jak gets to spend time with his mom

Phobos was a light sleeper even in the best of times. Here in this rebel base, during the second week of her and Damas rotating between Haven and Spargus with their children, even the slightest noise was enough to wake her. She sat up in her cot and let her eyes adjust to the half-light of the Babak settlement's barracks. What had roused her?

She let her eyes roam the long wooden hut, taking stock of each of her fellow Spargans and the members of Brutter's tribe. Leave it to a son of Damas to reforge the alliance between the Babak and the House of Mar by accident. Damas had been insufferable for an entire day when he found out. But Phobos found she couldn't be too irritated at him; the way Jak and his fluffy friend brightened when they heard him bragging about them was enough to make that stupid little smirk bearable. They walked a little taller any time she or Damas complimented them, Phobos had noticed. It was nice to see Jak opening up.

Thoughts of her newfound son drew her gaze to his cot, two beds over. With how restless he'd proven to be, Phobos half expected the cot to be empty. But it wasn't.

Jak sat hunched in the center of the cot with his knees pulled to his chest. Even in the gloom, it was apparent that something wasn't right. The fingers that gripped his knees were tipped with curved, black, talons. His skin had faded from bronze to an almost reflective pearl.

Oh.

Phobos had heard the reports of Jak's "Hunter" shape before, but she had never witnessed it in person. She took in the curved horns rising from his curls, and it struck her that the boy resembled nothing so much as the dragonowls that nested in the cacti in Strider Range. All he was missing were the feathers at this point. Even the flickers of violet sparks dancing across Jak's horns didn't diminish the fact that, in the context of desert life,  the Hunter form was a little endearing.

Rising from her cot, Phobos shook out her tunic and made a show of stretching. From what she'd heard, startling Jak when he was in a battle-shift didn't end well. Stark black eyes zeroed in on her in an instant, tracking her movement. Phobos smiled at him and approached his bed slowly.

"Hey, little owl" she whispered, "What's got you up so late?"

His ears flicked up, then back -- a warning that he did not want to be touched, Phobos guessed. She settled on the very end of the cot and kept her hands where he could see them. Had he had a nightmare? From the things Tess mentioned now and then, Phobos knew the boy had more reasons for nightmares than most people twice his age. They may have been just acquaintances so far, but it rankled to know a young boy had suffered so horribly with no one to stand up for him.

"Are you alright, owlet?" Phobos frowned gently and tilted her head. "Has something disturbed you?"

Surprise softened Jak’s face. He cocked his head and mirrored Phobos's frown.

"You're not afraid?" asked clawed hands.

Phobos clicked her tongue, almost scoldingly.

"Why should I be? I am as dangerous as you are, owlet. And neither of us are as dangerous as the sea."

Jak furrowed his brow and drew his knees in closer.

"...doesn't feel good," he finally admitted. "Too much dark eco, can't let it out right now."

"Ah." Phobos sighed and shifted a little closer. "You're oversaturated? Yeah? I saw that happen to your father once when an ammunition crate broke."

It was getting easier to call Damas this boy's father. Easier to think of Jak as her own.

"It was a different kind of eco, sure, but it looked like it sucked either way."

If he had been Mar -- a strange statement, considering he had been Mar in another world, another life -- Phobos would have rubbed his back and hummed him to sleep again. But Mar was a toddler, still dependent on his adults for comfort. And Jak was just a few years shy of being old enough for the Arena trials! Most teenagers his age found such coddling embarrassing; Phobos could admit that she had been one such teenager once upon a time, cringing at her own mother's public affection.

But would Jak be the same?

He was so much older than their Mar, and yet sometimes she could see her little boy peering out from behind those bright eyes. He was starved for affection, but conditioned to distrust most touch. Unbearably lonely, but afraid of rejection.

Phobos bit her lip, then held out her hand. "Come on, Jak. Let's go outside. We'll get that eco spent so you can go back to sleep, alright?"

Jak winced and looked up. Fangs dug into his lip as he frowned.

"Can't. Might need it for battle."

"There will be more eco in battle," Phobos said. She stood and kept her hand extended.

"Come on, baby. I got you. I'll watch your back, okay?"

It took another five seconds of gentle cajoling before Jak uncurled himself and slid off the cot. He didn't take her hand -- he usually didn't -- but when Phobos looked back, he had the end of her sash in one hand, twisting it around his claws like he was afraid he'd get lost if he let go. He let himself be shepherded along the catwalks connecting the Babak village to the mine shafts. The humming of the elevator seemed to vibrate in his bones, through his horns, unbearably loud.

It was better to wake up in the stifling heat of the caverns, better to be surrounded by snoring, than to find himself in the harsh cold of the Baron’s laboratories. Better to be soaked with sweat on a creaky cot than to shiver while listening to the screams of other test subjects. But even here, even from the grave, Errol still held sway over his nightmares. That was what had gathered the eco into battle-readiness in his body, looking for threats that did not exist. Jak was a haunted man.

The cool night air washed over them both, and Jak shivered. It ended in a sneeze, and the woman beside him smiled softly.

She nodded to the cliffs above the cave network.

"Sig said he saw you scale a building in this shape, fast as a lizard. I bet you're even faster with real handholds."

She stepped back and squinted as if searching for something.

"I'll bet," she said slowly, "I'll bet you there's a couple hotfoot lizards up there, actually. You can eat those, you know. They don't taste that great, but they help your body regulate heat better for a while."

She shrugged.

"Why don't you see if you can catch a few, and I'll show you how to cook them in the morning."

Jak's sharklike eyes studied the cliffs, absorbing even the smallest pinprick of light. He grinned slowly.

"Eat them raw?"

Phobos made a face. "Blegh! You can, but you might regret it later."

"I might not."

"Oy!" Phobos shook her head and laughed quietly. "You sound like Damas when he was young!"

She wasn't sure if the subsequent darker hue of the boy's skin was a blush, or if the observation had made him lose a little dark eco.

Jak bent his knees slightly, and then with a rush of air he leaped; suddenly airborne, six feet directly up. One hand caught the face of the cliff, and soon he was scaling up the rocks at a dizzying rate. Despite herself, Phobos felt her jaw drop. She had never seen anyone but a Lurker make a jump like that unaided! Would Mar be able to do that one day? Or was this an ability only Jak had, learned from the Dark Oracle that favored him?

"Look at you!" She laughed in astonishment and clapped a hand to her forehead. "I oughta put you on the rigging in my fishing boat!"

Jak reappeared after a noisy minute or two with dark spots on one cheek that looked suspiciously like blood.

"Found the lizards," he signed down to her.

Phobos raised an eyebrow. "Did you eat them?"

"No....yes. One." Then he reached back and almost sheepishly raised the battered carcass of a Glub.

"Ohhhh." Phobos squinted up through the darkness. "You want any help up there? Or do you just want to hunt until the eco runs out?"

She knew the answer before Jak had even set the Glub down to sign again.

The moment she'd said "hunt", his eyes had narrowed and his ears flicked up.

Dark eco wasn't just the element of the ocean. It was the element of the hunter, the carnivore, and the tempest. The chase was in its very nature, and right now that nature was rushing through Jak's veins at breakneck speed.

Jak bared his fangs in what was either a show of aggression to Glubs, or a very unsettling smile. Then he dropped out of sight, and Phobos guessed that he was probably shimmying along the ground to look for lizards.

He would probably be up there for a little while. Phobos strolled along the small strip of beach, looking for palm fronds to weave into a basket. She somewhat doubted that Jak would remember to actually bring her any lizards, but she liked working with her hands nonetheless. Without really thinking about it, she hummed quietly, keeping a rhythm with her hands. It was a lively tune, a folk song so old that no one in Spargus really remembered where it had come from. In the language of the people who had once lived in the ruined coastal settlements, the lyrics were something to do with a wily cacomiztli asking a cockatoo to a Fiesta with her. She praised the bird's plumage and grace, and he, flattered, agreed to go. Naturally, the song ended with the cacomiztli having a very nice party meal.

A bit morbid, perhaps, but it had a fine, rollicking melody, and easy to remember rhymes -- even for those who couldn't speak the Coastwatcher dialect. And it reminded children not to trust a flatterer.

A shuffling of feet on the sand paused Phobos's humming, and she glanced up. Jak crouched less than two feet from her, watching with a bemused expression. How was he so quiet?!

His horns had receded considerably, now no more than little nubs poking out of his curls. He'd gotten some color back, too.

"Oye, owlet, did you bring me any lizards?" Phobos asked.

Sheepishly, he held up two lizard tails. Evidently, he had forgotten that the creatures could detach their tails and flee. By the mess on his hands, Phobos guessed he'd spent more time hunting Glubs. She laughed and patted the sand next to her.

"Better luck next time, eh? Here- go get yourself a frond. We're making baskets until you're ready to go back to sleep."

The dark eco continued to fade as Jak struggled to weave with claws. What little hadn't been expended on the small carnivores up the cliff was rapidly being reabsorbed into his bloodstream. When the dark form dropped entirely, Phobos almost didn't notice at first. Jak was as quiet as before, sitting still and watching her weave. She continued to hum until a raspy voice interrupted her.

"Did...Dax...teach you...that?"

Phobos glanced up and noticed Jak wince and massage his throat. She clicked her tongue sympathetically.

"Regretting eating that lizard raw, huh? Too bad we didn't bring our canteens so you could wash that taste out."

"It...was bad." Jak made a face.

With a chuckle, Phobos scooted closer. "Alright owlet, let me see what you've got."

She looked at the sad, lopsided basket, and took hold of Jak's hands to guide him.

"Here: over, under. Over, under. Do that all the way around until you have an alternating pattern on each stem."

Jak furrowed his brows and did his best to follow her movements.

"You didn't answer my question," he croaked.

Ugh. That taste was going to sit in his throat for hours.

"Which one, baby?" Phobos asked, reaching over to flick a coil of hair out of his face.

Baby.

Nobody had ever called him baby before. Well, not sincerely, anyway. Jinx and his guys did sometimes, but they called everyone nicknames like that, because they were weird.

They didn't have the same warmth in their voices, and they definitely didn't apply affectionate nicknames to his dark form!

"The song. Daxter's favorite when we were little. Did he teach you?"

Phobos leaned back. "It's been around that long? Huh! Didn't think the Coastwatcher people went as far as Dead Town."

Jak shrugged. "Daxter's not from Sandover either. He showed up in a boat a year before I did. Said a hurricane washed his village away and he was trapped in the boat."

Jak paused as something occurred to him.

"Wait. How far is your island from Misty Island?"

"Misty Island?"

"Where everyone says the Nest is," Jak clarified.

With how much dark eco had been there when he was a kid, he wasn't surprised that the metalheads had chosen Misty Island to nest.

"About two days on a propeller boat," Phobos said, rubbing her chin, "Closer to two hours by air."

The math lined up surprisingly well, and Jak began to wonder if perhaps his best friend had his origins on the same island he had allegedly been born on. One more thing tying them together; Daxter would be so excited!

"You telling me your buddy in the Titan Suit is a Coastwatcher?" Phobos asked with interest.

"Um...maybe? Have to ask."

Phobos whistled low. "When we go home, we'll have to keep the monks from snatching him. They're obsessed with history and archeological discovery. You tell them a Coastwatcher ancestor is still living and they'll lose their minds."

Jak laughed, almost silently. "He'd probably like that, though. It's rough being the last survivor."

Phobos wrapped an arm around his shoulders and, distracted as he was, Jak simply leaned into her. Phobos stilled, unwilling to jeopardize this moment. She smiled and set her basket aside to brush a hand over her son's hair.

"Well. Neither of you are alone now," she murmured. "And I can promise you, we're not going anywhere."

Was it her imagination, or did Jak lean into her side a little further?

They sat quietly for a moment, watching the waves roll in and out. Then, barely audible over the hiss of the surf, Jak whispered,

"Good."

#jak and daxter #splinter cell au #fic prompts #writing prompts #free day thursday #phobos #captain phobos #jak's mother #spargan ocs #jak and daxter au #my headcanon is that the ruins on the edge of the wasteland used to trade with sandover #and everyone in sandover always treats dax like an outsider so i figured hey maybe he came from another village #the descendants of the Coastwatcher settlements now live mostly in Spargus and don't know a lot about the communities lost in the hurricane #dark jak #dark jak gets to be treated with affection! #owlet is his mom's personal nickname for him now because of his dark form

[iero]

Got to tell my mom what I've wanted to tell her for years because I've noticed it: The fact that she barely acknowledges ANY of her kids birthdays anymore and now she's mad at me, but fuck, did that feel good.

#personal #She's so.... Like she thinks because we are adults we're supposed to treat it like it's any other day. #Like while yes we're not kids anymore and don't need a huge celebration we at least want our own MOTHER to acknowledge it. #My younger sis and bro told me they didn't even get a TEXT from her this year... #Hello?! You're our MOM?!?!?!? #I told her I'd rather know she's ignoring it rather then cry like I did last year because I thought she completely forgot about it. #FUCK her. It's not my fault she's almost 51 and MISERABLE. #I want to cut her off SOO bad but I can't.

[lynettethemadscientist]

I don’t even really like Danse. Last time we talked my Sole was like “we are not friends” and yet I have spent the past nearly 2 hours being LIVID on his behalf

#screaming and angry crying a lot #I drafted a rant in all caps #and then stomped back and forth for quite a while #the absolute audacity of Maxson #to not only give my Sole a pseudophilosophical lecture about what a human is #but to invoke the mother’s womb argument???? #to a mother’s face?????? #AND THEN #TO PRESUME TO TELL HER ABOUT WHY THE BOMBS DROPPED #WHEN HE WASNT EVEN THERE #there’s no way my Sole would have the restraint to speak so calmly to him #she would be screeching at the top of her lungs #he would have to treat very carefully if he wanted to live to see another day #elder Maxson #paladin Danse #fallout 4

[the-punforgiven]

I stg I'm fucking cursed or some shit

#In the olden days of wired headphones I used to go through earbuds so fast because the left ear would always die on me #and it was ALWAYS the left ear! #didn't matter how rough I was with them even treating them like fuckin gold the left ear would eventually die #so when the shitass tech industry decided everything needed to be wireless I had a sorta glimmer of hope #maybe it was the cord that was the problem maybe I was just clumsy and kept stressing the cord around the left ear #but in a surprising turn of events #the left ear of my wireless ones has become suspiciously quieter than it used to be #it's not dead yet but it seems like it's on its way out #smh my head #though my mother's also deaf in her left ear so I think it's kinda funny that my left ear is fine for hearing but apparently kills earbuds #Pun's text Posts

[ayotamacorner]

okayy idc gabriel o'hara was a lover of romance movies growing up. conchata used to like them and sometimes, when he was little, when miguel was holed up on the computer and george was at work, she would sit down on the sofa and gabriel would climb up next to her and she'd put on old, cheesy romances. she'd stroke his hair and say, "watch, gabri, that's how you treat will a girl someday."

and maybe he enjoyed them more than she did, eventually, when miguel left for school and it was just him and parents were screaming at each other in the next room and he could hide under his covers with a tablet and pretend love is real somewhere else. he would see these lonely people on screen have their lives changed by finding love; suddenly they aren't boring or flawed or unlikeable because they have that person that makes them whole. and as he gets older, that's what he wants; he doesn't like himself, he doesn't think he's any good on his own, but if he could find someone who could make him good, then he won't have to feel like that anymore.

he falls in love fast and hard because every girl that shows him affection could be the one that will finally make him feel right. but they never do, he's always too insecure or too clingy or too malleable, not strong or intelligent or interesting like his brother, as dana made perfectly clear to him. he'll always be the little boy on the couch watching people love each other through a screen, and his desperation to have that for himself is the reason he'll never find it. and augh that hurts.

#i dont knowwe hes on the brain today #something about the standards set in romance movies vs what he saw every day in the way his father treated his mother >>> #something about wanting to be a better man than george #to prove he's capable of love #augh #tama talks #gabriel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #to delete #perhaps

[theminecraftbee]

When Wels stops speaking, Xisuma is quiet for a while.

“Isn’t that from like, twelve-step programs? I’m not sure how it’s relevant,” Xisuma says, finally.

“X,” Wels says.

“I mean, and also, I don’t even know if I believe in any kind of god. I mean, I know the universe, and it says it loves us, but beyond that, who’s to say? It’s a philosophical question, mostly. I’ve thought about it a lot before. But really, does it apply if I don’t know any higher being? Other than us, I guess. We’re higher beings. We change the universe. Gosh, that’s a lot.”

“X,” Wels says again, a little more insistently.

“And besides, isn’t it - isn’t it all just an aphorism? A... no, that’s not the right word, a... a truism! Something that says a lot but sort of means nothing? A platitude. I mean -”

“X,” Wels says again, and Xisuma stops talking. He looks down. “X, I’m worried about you, and it’s helped me before. That’s all. I’m worried. I thought you could use... I don’t know, some serenity.”

“So you told me the serenity prayer.”

“I think... I think you could use reminding that sometimes, how someone treats you, that isn’t your fault. And you couldn’t have changed it. And you need to...”

“I mean, personally -” Xisuma starts, but he stops when he sees the pained, hopeless expression on Welsknight’s face.

“I just - you won’t say the words. I’m trying to give you them,” Wels says. “I can’t say that I - it’s different with me and him, but. I just.”

“The serenity to accept that which I can’t change,” Xisuma says, after a moment.

“The strength to change what you can. The wisdom to know the difference,” Wels finishes. “Just. Think about it. It wasn’t -”

“Okay. Okay, I’ll think about it,” Xisuma says easily. “Okay.”

“Alright. And talk to us slightly more than you have been.”

“I’m being social! Or at least, as much as I ever am?”

“I know, X. Just... humor me a little. It’s not the same, but I know...”

Xisuma sighs. “Okay. I will.” He’s not sure what words will be the right ones, or if he’ll be okay when he does, but he supposes he must, if Wels is really worried about him after everything that had happened in the Evil Empire. He supposes he must.

#hermitcraft #welsknight #xisuma #religious mentions #(if there's a better tag for that let me know) #a bee fic #there is some VERY oblique references made to abuse here but you already have to know what i'm talking about to understand #anyway. welsknight was telling xisuma a prayer here my mother told me once while i was in a panic spiral #it... didn't really help. but the principle of 'so change what you can' stuck with me #even if i think that's maybe not what the principle is meant to be. #so this is me thinking about some of those emotions #one day i will write the longer fic about xisuma dealing with all of this. one day. #anyway to make this clear what's happening here is that welsknight is worried about how xisuma is handling how ex treated him in season 8.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

#its so weird. i feel like march 5th went on for more than a day somehow. i guess that's just bc we were awake for just abt all of it #my dad wanted to start doing things immediately so he was calling and scheduling all day. we went to the funeral home we went to the store #and it was weird bc as we were moving around it was like wow we r a 4 person family now. this is it. and theres so much to do after a person #dies. or at least there is when they were loved so much and jesus christ my mom was one of the best ppl a LOT of ppl knew. she did so much #for so so many ppl. and with her childhood she had every reason to b a fuck up but no she was kind and selfless and amazing. her mother is #trying to bask in the attention of her death when its like: truely go fuck urself. her being such a good person has nothing to do with u. u #treated her appallingly. fuck off. and fucking everyone knows it. god. she is a product of her grandparents kindness. and it sounds like her #dad was amazing like her. but he tragically died in a car wreck when she was 3. she was in the car. no one in my mums family believes in a #god now. too many bad things happened to the shining gems in a collection of wild alcoholics. but its not all bad. my family's staying close #my dad is taking it hard bc this means hes alone now and my mum took care of so many things bc she was so smart and he feels so dumb. he #feels he didnt deserve her. hes working on giving more hugs now. and hes using us to anxiously talk things out the way he did with mom #which is good. i cant imagine if this happened when we werent 3 adults and he was windowed with 3 kids to raise himself. and its funny. were #saying things we never would have told her. we looked thru pictures of her and she was so so beautiful. a total smoke show. my parents were #a cute couple who produced cute kids. and my mom had trouble communicating and being affectionate tho we knew she loved us there was #distance. theres a pic of my dad pulling her close and shes being tippef towarf her while standing away and thats indicitive of their #relationship. they were 2 partners who lived together independently and that worked but its sad bc my mum couldnt b vulnerable in her #expression. ppl r being so kind tho. ill be in ohio now for like 2.5 more weeks as the funeral stuff shakes out. we have to have 2 bc she #grew up away from her and so many ppl loved her in both locations. she was a popular lady. its so weird to b here on pause. but i feel clear #in my head. i think this will change a lot of my outlook on life. its nice to focus on the person she was and not the horrible 12hrs where i #saw her half dead. i cant imagine how awful it was for my sisters and dad to see her downslide into death. she didnt expect this to b The #Fever that killed her but it did and now she'll never finish a million things. and the house is full of pill bottles and all her junk and #unopened amazon packages and a truck with the fuel left on empty. bc she was an absent minded goofball. ay. well miss her so much #unrelated