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ashintheairlikesnow · 11 months
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BBU Community Days
@bbu-on-the-side {Day 13} Safety
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CW: Pet whump, BBU, referenced violence, scars, memory loss
Safety is as easy and as simple as the collar around his neck. Every night, Peter Renford goes to sleep with a soft cloth one that he can't even really feel, and pulls the blankets up to nearly cover his own head until he is bathed in the dark.
It never takes long for him to fall asleep. When he dreams, he doesn't remember most of them beyond the memory of a soccer ball, pounding cleats, sitting at a kitchen table with a box of fried chicken from the KFC down the road and fighting with his brother over who gets the last of the mashed potatoes and gravy. The chemical-salt taste lingers somewhere under the headache already pounding behind his temples when he comes awake, groaning and shifting along the air mattress he sleeps on, on the floor of a tiny room that was a half-bath before his Madam made it his bedroom.
He stretches, and the scars layered over his back from neck to ass protest. They don't move like regular skin, and he winces. New welts throb, waking up right with him.
For a second, behind the headache and the pain in his back and knees, Peter knows that something is terribly, horribly wrong about this.
He knows, even though he doesn't want to know, that his name isn't Peter Renford.
But he can't remember what it was.
Then he fumbles clumsy sleep-slowed fingers to his neck, slipping the cloth collar away from skin that doesn't remember how to be bared. His heart beats too quickly - to have a collar removed is to be in danger, at risk. It is what happens when Madam really hurts him. Keeping it on is a promise between pet and owner that each will keep the other safe.
Outside, just beyond the door, he hears footsteps. A muttered grumble tells him it's Sebastian, heading downstairs to make breakfast and coffee. Dex, silent as a grave, must be right behind him, but you never hear Dex.
Seen and not heard, perfectly made, Madam always says. I do not make mistakes.
Except for Peter.
But Madam didn't train him. She just got the failure that no one else wanted to buy.
Peter swallows, nervous at the way he can feel air on skin, and scrambles to the box of collars laid out by collar next to the bed. He finds a good one, simple navy leather with a silver buckle, and pulls it on.
As soon as he feels it, the welcome familiar constriction and cool leather warming to his skin, his fear falls away.
Safe.
He's safe.
It's quick work to pull on a sweater and pants, run fingers through his hair, and try a few more stretches. Madam isn't home this week, she's at a conference, and so the house can stay soft and he and Seb can laugh about anything they want while Dex watches with little crinkles at the corners of his eyes.
Just him and his brothers, for a few more days.
The last dregs of his dream whisper, They aren't your brothers. You aren't supposed to be here.
But those thoughts aren't safe.
So he locks them away, and by the time he gets downstairs, Peter Renford has forgotten the dream entirely.
Except for the feeling, still lingering, that something is terribly wrong here.
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GOTG3 SPOILERS
Whenever Rocket stands before the cage, staring at the baby raccoons, it's not only the reality that, hey, he is a raccoon, but it's facing everything he had been through. You can see the thought process happening on his face. These sweet innocent creatures, everyday trying to exist. They weren't disgusting or vile or an abomination. He wasn't disgusting or vile or an abomination. He, just like the baby raccoons, was just existing, until someone decided to change that state of existence
It's the revelation that the High Evolutionary harmed him when he was a baby. When you're young, you don't really know how young you are, and besides the time spent with Lylla and Teefs and Floor, playing hide n seek, he didn't have a chance to be a child, to be a baby. He always had to be something for someone else, even if that someone was himself. He had to be brave and tough and resilient for himself, too. It's the realization that the High Evolutionary took from him not only the comfort of not being sentient, from dull to way too vibrant, but also took from him his kit hood, and he wasn't going to let the high evolutionary do that to these young kits.
It's a moment of connection and realization. He was so young. He didn't even realize it. It's probably even harder realization now that he is a dad.
It's a startling realization and it starts him into action.
He's quickly grabbing all of the baby raccoons he can, bending down, picking them up, putting them on his shoulders, holding them in his arms, and then, as soon as the high evolutionary rounds the corner, he ushers them off. He takes his hands and scoops them down n off his body, ready, willing, to take the brunt of whatever force.
It's reminiscent of how he protected Groot's body in endgame; shielding as much of Groot, his son, with his own body, to protect him from harm. He's shielding and protecting these baby raccoons, not only because they showed him his reality before the torture, the sweet innocence, (and how could somebody hurt these creatures? -Rocket's thought process), not only because they too could've gone through what he went through, but because they're kits, they're babies.
I just love Rocket, his arc, his development, and this scene really shows so many aspects of Rocket himself. His bravery, and courage, and his willingness to protect. These characteristics he's always had.
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palatinewolfsblog · 3 months
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"Hope is the ability to hear the music of the future. Faith is the courage to dance to this music - right here, right now." Peter Kuzmic.
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sleep-knot · 3 months
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my blorbos pt. 8 - LAST ONE
☆ Care Bears :: Harmony Bear
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¤ i love herrrrrr she's literally me
☆ Sanrio :: Cinnamoroll
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¤ PUPPPPPYYYYY
☆ Lalaloopsy :: Spot Splatter Splash
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¤ HER!!!1!11!1!!
☆ Courage the Cowardly Dog :: Courage
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¤ I LOVE MYSTERY DOGGIES <3
☆ Columbo/Peter Falk
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¤ ough...
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rambleonwithrosie · 3 months
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Parallels
Man of La Mancha (1972)
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"Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams — this may be madness. Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!"
Cinderella (2015)
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"Just because it's what's done doesn't mean it's what should be done!"
"And Ella continued to see the world not as it is, but as it could be, if only you believe in courage, and kindness, and occasionally, just a little bit...of magic."
As a child I grew up watching Man of La Mancha with my family (I have older parents so that film came out when they were high school/college aged) and I always felt Cervantes speech about how to see the world deep in my bones even as a child. I mean isn't that what being a child is all about seeing things with imagination and the goodness in people around you. It's why Dolly Parton as a little girl didn't see the made up flashy dressing woman in town as a "tramp" she thought she was beautiful. You don't have prejudices about people based on what they look like as a child. It's why Don Quixote can see Aldonza the Whore as his fair Lady Dulcinea and her dish cloth as gossamer. He's resorted back to a child's view of the world in his "madness" if it can be called madness to see the world in a better light than those around you who claim to see it how it is but just have layers of bitterness and prejudice.
It's why Ella can see the value in little animals like her mice and why she helps the odd looking old woman with bad manners even though she's mid breakdown. "What is a cup of milk? Nothing. But kindness... Kindness makes it everything." Ella is like a lived out real world version of the quote Cervantes has in Man of La Mancha. Because she's not pretending the world is okay she's faced it with courage and can look it in the eye and she knows it by it's right name. But she has the courage to continue to be kind and to continue to see the world through the eyes she had as a little girl during her golden childhood.
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thedawntreaders · 2 years
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watched the trailer for voyage of the dawn treader for the first time AND PETER AND SUSAN WERE THERE IN NARNIAN CLOTHES. WHAT THE FUCK
to clarify i was really young when my parents got the movies so i don't ever remember seeing the trailers for them. now i'm just sitting here like holy shit. HOLY SHIT
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philosophybits · 2 years
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Courage, devotion, the spirit of sacrifice, are as contagious as cowardice, submission, and panic.
Peter Kropotkin, The Spirit of Revolt
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seen a lot of posts about the new spiderverse talking about how the younger poc are up in arms helping each other (hobie, margo, miles with pavitr) while the older poc drive the narrative of suffering informing your character (miguel, jess).
what i found interesting though is how miles talks to aaron-42, telling him that his aaron was the prowler too but he knew "he wanted to be good, he just didnt know he had a choice". when he sees aaron-42 for the first time he is afraid. a second later he hugs him. his initial and involuntary response to seeing his uncle is fear, but miles quickly reevaluates and what comes through is how he truly loves (and still grieves) aaron. miles isnt trying to save his skin, he genuinely believes that if aaron, any aaron, was presented with a choice he could still choose to be good.
why is this relevant? because this is an instinct aaron cemented in miles. aaron's dying words to miles were that he was "the best of them". aaron never got the choice to be good, but he knew his nephew could make it. he spared miles, passing the torch on to a new generation, knowing that his nephew could make the right decisions this time.
miles is an anomaly in the world of spider-man. his origin isn't "with great power comes great responsibility". his origin is this: to live up to the legacy of those who paved the way for you. to honour their sacrifice by not only being your best self, but bringing out the best in everyone around you.
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a-la-rascasse · 2 years
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1968 // 1974
The drivers pose for a group photo, before taking part in the traditional charity cricket match, held after the British GP 🇬🇧.
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heartburstings · 1 year
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i really like how, even as characterized peter is by being the Fool to jason's Coward, peter is not necessarily fearless. he has stress dreams abt homophobia, where his mom knows and is heartbroken and blames his gayness for the divorce, where he's attending his own funeral, where his classmates have known all along and are shunning him for it... but peter responds to this fear by wanting to tell his mom, where jason responds to these same fears (his future being impacted, his father beating the shit out of him, losing his social status) with assimilation, or trying to run away. peter meets his fears where they're at, and jason tries to make it so he's not a target for his fears. idk
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ashintheairlikesnow · 10 months
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"It was perfect domesticity; a domesticity that was twisted and a little fucked up, but it was theirs."
If I am allowed to submit for 5 sentence fics 🫶
For my usual suspects 🥹
CW: Pet whump, BBU, deeply conditioned/brainwashed whumpee POV, sickfic... kinda...
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"Every time she leaves, he gets sick." Sebastian leans against the door frame, frowning into the darkness of the bedroom. It's Micheal's room, but sometime during his first year in the house Peter had started sleeping in there, and Madam never stopped it.
Micheal looks up from where he sits on the bed, and shrugs. "Safer," He whispers, after a pause to think.
The collar he wears is heavy and thick, with a small box on the back and electrodes that press into his skin. He can only speak for so long in a day, and each word uses up precious seconds he doesn't want to lose. So you have to hear what he doesn't say as much as you hear what he does.
Safer to be sick now than to be sick when Madam is here.
And it's true.
For all of them, it's true, but especially for Peter. His back and thighs and arms all show the scars of the beatings he's taken at Madam's hands, beatings the rest of them no longer have to face.
Micheal leans over, gently brushing dark curls away from Peter's forehead, stuck there with sweat. Peter only mumbles something, curling up a little more tightly under the blankets, coughing a harsh, raspy cough that makes Seb worry he'll have to call the WRU clinic later on.
"Right. Well... Dex is at the library, he'll be back in a couple hours. I'll make Peter some soup, you try and get him sitting up, okay?"
Micheal looks over at him and smiles, hand under his chin in an easy sign for thank you. It saves words, saves time. And he's getting the hang of the sign the others dip into and out of regularly in their own speech.
"Yeah, no problem. Soup, bath, we'll NyQuil him back up and then back to sleep. We have a week before she gets back."
Seb turns to walk back down the stairs, sighing. The house is more relaxed when she isn't here - the pets all careful and more or less content, without the nervousness and tension. He doesn't mind this, days like this, at all. Honestly, it's probably a better life. All he has to do is cook and keep the kitchen clean.
It's a perfect Domestic life - a little twisted and fucked up, sure, but it's the life he wanted, the life he signed up for. It's his life.
He cooks, he cleans... and he hides from Madam's anger, or hope it turns in Peter like it usually does, and tries not to feel guilty for every scar Peter wears and Seb doesn't.
Well.
He can't change anything about this.
But he can, at least, make some soup.
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snobgoblin · 2 years
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nobody:
top 10 youtubers: did you know that in [CLASSIC CARTOON OR INCREDIBLY WELL KNOWN NOSTALGIC MEDIA] they were actually dead the whole time 😱😱😱 and the show is strange because it's their journey to the afterlife 😱😱😱
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cartoondogfight · 10 months
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I kinda went off on in the jrwicord about Peter so I’m gonna put it here bc I think it’s import
Peter Slqoint was the first in the group to kill a god
Not Exandroth, Not Thanatos. Peter.
And the fact the fandom not only ignores this, but erases this fact and places this honor on someone else is unforgivable
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loonarreclipse · 2 years
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Bad End
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qcomicsy · 1 year
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It's really weird to me the audacity of comic book writers ai'm sitting here searching every comic possible under the sun and reading character analysis for months before got the small courage to write a fucking fanfic from characters I know almost since I was born and they just go like-
whatever lets just ignore thirty years of cannon, butcher every aspect of this character personality, kill their own mother destroy his support system make them I villain because I particularly don't like nor understand the point of his 80 years of existence and turn my ship cannon and telling this other ship that went along for 20 years never had that much significance and then they get paid for it.
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