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wwolflesbian · 7 months
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stupid poll just for my own curiosity
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selfless1978 · 6 months
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Well, looky there......
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"Don't go, Mommy." little Amy pouted. "Stay and color with me. Please?"
Her mother smiled. The only time her hard features softened, her iron core melted, was with her children. They alone were allowed to see the soft side, the side that had once dominated her personality.
Vicky sat in a garden chair next to Amy and scooted a bit closer to see what her daughter was coloring. Dennis was not far away flying a drone, his tongue stuck out in concentration as he flew it. It was a new toy for him, something the six year old was determined to learn how to fly.
"That's very pretty." Vicky complimented the piece of art on the table. Of course it was of her toy, Greenie. Was probably about her fiftieth one. "You going to hang it with the rest?"
"Uh huh!" the child beamed, and her mother laughed.
"We're running out of room on the wall."
Amy's face scrunched up as she thought about the dilemma. "Can we hang it in your room then?"
"Sure." Vicky affectionately ruffled the curly mop, and got the predictable grumble and glare. "But I really have to go for a bit."
Amy's face suddenly got gloomy. "But I don't like it when you go."
"I know, pumpkin. But I need to work if we are going to have what we need."
"Can't you just make your own money?"
"I wish." Vicky laughed again. "It doesn't quite work that way, sweetie."
"Will you be gone long?"
"Not this time, Amy. I'll be back late tonight."
"Okaay." Amy pouted.
"You be good for Greg and the others, okay? I love you." Vicky kissed her daughter's cheek. Then she went to say goodbye to Dennis.
Soon after, the children were left alone in the huge house and gardens with the huge amounts of security Vicky's employer provided.
Amy and Dennis loved the house and all, but they didn't really like the men. They were no fun, and a bit mean. Both really wished their mom didn't have to work so much.
None of them noticed the set of blue eyes watching them.
The sun finally began to set and the two bored kiddos enjoyed a simple meal of mac and cheese and hot dogs the cook made for them. A long day was finally winding down.
Amy was tired, and she really didn't want to linger with Greg. So it was soon after dark when she climbed into her bed. Dennis managed to stay up until bedtime.
The balcony door to Amy's room opened silently and a huge figure moved soundlessly into the room. He paused to look around to get familiar with the room. Quickly he moved to the door and locked it, then easily picked up the heavy dresser and set it against the door, then grinned a grin full of mischief.
He busied himself with something before carefully approaching the bed.
The stranger paused as he thought about his next move. He had to be very careful now. One wrong move would bring the entire house down around his ears. His eyes set on her mountain of stuffed animals and an idea struck him. He quickly picked out two that caught his attention and hid behind the footboard of the bed.
Amy was quietly woken up by a soft, high pitched noise. It sounded like something from a cartoon. She sat up, rubbing her eyes. then they widened. At the foot of her bed, her stuffed turtle was moving on its own! It was moving! And the strange noise was coming from it! It took the child a moment to notice that it was talking to her stuffed frog.
"No, no, no!" the turtle was saying as it bobbed around. "I told you! If we go there, it'd be way more cooler than this stuffy place!"
"But, what if it isn't?" Frog asked.
"Why don't we ask her if we can go? turtle suggested. "I bet she'd love that! We would have so much fun! And make new friends! These guys here are boring."
The conversation continued with Amy watching in open mouthed astonishment. Then she giggled aloud when turtle finally got fed up and started beating up frog.
The noise made both stop and turn to face her. "Hey! She's awake!" turtle bobbed around happily. "Now we can ask her!"
"Ask me what?" Amy was getting curious now.
"If you wanted to go somewhere awesome!"
"I don't know if my Mommy would let me."
"Awww" Turtle sounded sad now. Amy hadn't meant to make it sad. "What if we left her a note saying where we were? That wouldn't make her wonder where you were."
Amy was wavering. She probably shouldn't go. But she was desperately bored here.
"What if I showed you something awesome right now?"
"Okay!" That, Amy could accept.
"Gotta promise not to scream."
"I promise!'
The toys disappeared and something else came up. A domed head. It had an orange band wrapped over it's eyes.
Amy's eyes grew wide and she inhaled.
"You promised!"
Amy held her scream.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. I just wanted to be friends with you." A bit more of the head came up. And the smile was friendly on the wide mouth. "My name's Mikey, what's yours?"
"Amy." The young girl tilted her head at the strange thing. She still wasn't sure what to do.
Mikey waved at the window, and then Dennis came in from the balcony. He was grinning too. "It's a huge turtle, Sissy!"
"Really?" Her curiosity began to rise. "Show me!"
Mikey stood up fully, that friendly grin still on his face. Then he bowed formally. "Michelangelo the awesome turtle, at your service madam."
"This is so cool!" Amy squealed and clapped her hands in glee.
"Cool, is my specialty." He winked at her after he straightened. "You should come and hang out at my place so I can show you the full extent of my coolness. Both of you."
"I don't know....." Dennis hesitated.
"My brother has a drone that is waaaay bigger than yours you can fly.
The boy's eyes grew wide with excitement.
"But what about Mommy?" Amy brought up again.
"I tell you what, little lady. You come hang out with us, and when she gets back we'll bring her too. How does that sound?"
The children exchanged a unsure look between them.
"Unless you'd rather stay here in boredom town with these clowns. They don't seem like any fun at all. Compared to this place, my place is like chucky cheese on steroids." The turtle assured them.
Twenty minutes later, Leo watched with an amused smile and shake of his head as Mikey returned. The boy walking by his side talking excitedly about drones and race cars and all kinds of fancy toys. The little girl was in his arm, her head on his shoulder and already dozing off. In Mikey's other hand he carried a few bags of clothes and toys.
He winked at Leo as the older brother opened the door to the borrowed van for him to set Amy inside.
Something in Leo began to wake as he watched Mikey get the kids settled in. He couldn't quite describe it. They were happy children, easily talking to the youngest turtle. Their smiling faces causing a warm smile of his own to form.
Amy turned then to him, her little face having to look high to meet his gaze. "What's your name?"
"Leonardo, and yours?"
"I'm Amy! That's my brother, Dennis! We're going to your house!"
Leo chuckled a bit. "Well, it's not exactly a house......"
"It's not?" she looked a bit confused.
"You'll see!" Mikey grinned. "It's even better than a house."
Amy hopped a few times in her seat. Excitement clear to see on her face.
Leo walked around and slid into the driver's seat, his blue eyes watching in the rearview mirror as Mikey finished up getting them ready to go.
His gaze wandered frequently to that mirror as he drove. It was a bit of a drive, so he had time to think about what he now had in the vehicle. These two children, failed by the systems supposedly there to protect them. Their mother finally pushed past her own limits because of that system. He thought about the life they would have if their mother was imprisoned, or worse, killed.
Any doubts he may have had about this quickly vanished as his eyes watched the now sleeping children in the back seat. They were so young, so innocent, and still had been through so much.
No more. Leo would make damn sure of that. That strange feeling became stronger. He still couldn't put a word on it yet, but he knew these children needed something sturdy, dependable and safe.
The entire family needed a guardian.
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jollygoods-and-deers · 10 months
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Stelle gives me a cringe fail college student dropout feeling
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kyliafanfiction · 11 months
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God, r/buffy is so fucking overrun by people who worship at the Altar of Spike.
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pixiecaps · 2 years
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i feel like i get more intimidated by long time mutuals than newer mutuals🤔
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I dunno. Maybe I’m just having A Day (it gets dark at like 4 these days so :\ ) I’ve just never really understood people thinking people are inherently good or inherently bad. They both seem equally silly to me.
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feluka · 2 months
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oh god shut up. you didn't even know the damn kid.
"The children are always ours, every single one of them, all over the globe, and I am beginning to suspect that whoever is incapable of recognizing this may be incapable of morality." — James Baldwin
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uncanny-tranny · 8 months
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Fat people deserve mobility aids, too. No matter if it's connected to their fatness or not, because having a mobility issue that is connected to one's fatness won't change that they're still fat and still have the issue at hand. Fat people don't deserve to "tough it out" because fatness should be this divine punishment doled out to those who "deserve" it. Fat disabled people deserve to have the peace of mind that they can exist in whatever way is most comfortable and accessible to them
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autistickhunsam · 1 year
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i stayed up all night friday to saturday morning to finish reading it and i have been a mess since
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puppetmaster13u · 26 days
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Prompt in Memes 4
Another prompt, but in memes because trying to gather my thoughts is hard sometimes lol.
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celexdraw · 7 months
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Part 8!! (A secret third thing iykyk)
other parts: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]
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iholli · 3 months
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this is apparently controversial but, as a very much asexual rat, y'all do whatever the fuck you want with Alastor. He's canonically aroace. He's also fictional! Aspec is just that, a spectrum, and if you want to play around with that to make your brain happy, by all means.
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temeyes · 4 months
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the skull-clad marshal
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fanaticalthings · 1 year
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You know how there are those rare occasions when Batman will team up with a villain?
Can you imagine how funny it would be if during those team ups that specific rogue gets an insider look at how the Batfamily operates/interacts with each other?
I feel like it'd be like those situations where you're at a friend's house and said friend starts arguing with their parent and you're just stuck there like "🧍‍♂️" except in this case, it's just everyone arguing with everyone.
The team-up would be going well at first but then all it takes is one snide remark from one batkid for chaos to unfold.
Suddenly it's like a bomb has been set off, triggering a cascade of catastrophes. Red Robin and Robin are screaming at each other, knives are thrown, someone is crying, out of NOWHERE the Red Hood comes in and shoots Batman's kneecaps, which, hello?? where did he even come from?? Isn't he on the their side?? Did the Signal just jump off the building without a grapple gun?? Nightwing is trying to calm everyone down, no one listens to him, and Red Robin has just launched Robin off the side of the building like a football.
Everything is hell, Batman has three batarangs lodged in his armor and has lost all motor functions below his knees but has not said a single word throughout it all.
The Red Hood has just rigged the building they are standing atop of with bombs. The mission is never completed.
The rogue decides to never step foot in Gotham ever again.
Bonus:
This is also how that same villain discovers the batfam's identity: They see one interview with all the Waynes together, watches how one small thing sets off all the children to start outright attacking each other, notices how vaguely familiar all of this is..
and the rogue is just sat there, mouth open, squinting at the interview clip like "No fucking way"
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New Tegan and Sara song is giving me Avril Lavigne vibes
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megamindsupremacy · 1 year
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Okay this one might be niche but. Y’all know how sometimes your friend will have a family member they only refer to by their title? Like, “Pop” or “Auntie” No Name? And if you spend a lot of time with this friend then you end up also calling this family member Nona or whatever even though you’re not related?
I headcanon that Clark exclusively refers to his parents as Ma and Pa and literally never tells anyone their names. And Ma and Pa only ever introduce themselves as Ma and Pa. Then by the time someone thinks to ask what Clark’s Ma and Pa’s names are it’s been like half a year and it’s WAY too late to ask for something like that. Like they respond to “Mrs./Mr. Kent”, sure, but also they have the entire league calling them Ma and Pa and they LOVE it. They’ve adopted the entire league via Clark and are delighted by this. It never registers for Clark that all of his coworkers call his parents Ma and Pa too because to him that’s just their names like of course that’s what people call them. Meanwhile every single leaguer with dead parents (most if not all) has a mini breakdown when they realize they’re calling these random midwesterners Ma and Pa. They’re not mad about it! Just confused as to how this happened without anyone noticing
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