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fleursdesmorts · 1 year
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every year people get angry when ao3 requests donations but honestly in a world where almost all spaces online are slowly being eaten by corporations which censor the content on those sites, having a fan-run fan-sponsored place where people can create gay art without fear is great
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nelkcats · 10 months
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Selfish Desires
Danny was tired. Tired of fighting, tired of running and tired of repeating the same routine day after day. Even Desiree could tell that the halfa didn't take her as seriously as he should, but she didn't complain. The boy had a rough couple of days.
That's why the ghost sighed and called for two chairs instead of continuing fighting. Danny didn't know what made him do what he did, but he told Desiree what was bothering him.
"They still don't understand," Danny murmured, his voice cracking, "I thought they needed time, I gave them time, but I don't think it helped."
"That's probably because you're the only halfa in existence, and they are humans" Desiree shrugged, "you know, neither Plasmius nor your clone are the same as you, that makes it a bit hard for them to understand you"
Danny was frustrated, frustrated because he knew the ghost was right, he was the only one who didn't fit in with anyone, so he made a rash decision. He ignored his own rule and wished.
"I wish there was someone who would understand," Danny said, allowing himself to be selfish, "or someone who could come to understand, someone like me."
Desiree looked at him curiously but shrugged before snapping her fingers. Her power was growing because of the wish, but she didn't really care. Maybe she'd go back to the Realms for a few days, Danny was annoying, but even stupid kids with hero complexes deserved a break.
A few metres away, a boy with a red helmet on his head appeared. Jason had just lost contact with his family and his satellite equipment wasn't working. He frowned and examined the partially destroyed city around him, where had he fallen?
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idk-bruh-20 · 1 year
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Irondad fic ideas #124
Peter uses reverse psychology to trick Tony into taking care of himself and developing self-esteem.
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Tony, after saying/doing something self-destructive: I know you don't like it when I do this, kid, I'm sorry. It's just too ingrained.
Peter: So what you're saying is, the challenge of unlearning self-hate and developing healthy coping mechanisms is just too big? You, Tony Stark, have finally met your match?
Tony:
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fixer-png · 1 year
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android in a hotel what will they do
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truelazymaker · 14 days
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Doodle from school (yes, I draw while in class because there's nothing to do anyways).
Random got an idea in the middle of class so I got my phone and went to drawing whatever this us.
I like giving my baby pain :) It's for great character development.
(This is not canon, it's just some random stuff-)
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AU belongs to @onyxonline
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Whenever Steve’s dad pulls an asshole move that particularly pisses him off, Steve takes his friends spite shopping with his father’s credit card
It happens first with Robin when the mall just burned down and Steve’s still visibly injured from what went down there and his father is already on him about finding a new job as if he got fired or quit for fun and his job didn’t burn down and sure his dad doesn’t know the real version of what happened, but he almost died ‘in the fire’, can’t he at least have an inch of breathing room?
But he hasn’t cut Steve off yet, he’s just threatening to if he doesn’t start looking for a new job soon. So Steve picks up Robin and takes her to every store in town still open and buys himself a bunch of shit and keeps asking her what she wants and suggesting stuff for her and when she brushes off one of the things he shows her as way too expensive, Steve tells her he’s paying. And Robin looks hesitant, so he adds, “Well, actually, my douche father is. That’s the whole point of this. So the more expensive the better.” And Robin just studies his face for a moment and then turns and says, “In that case…” and just starts grabbing things and they both grin
After this, Robin is a staple in the tradition of spending as much of his father’s money in one day as possible whenever Steve wants to send a message. The kids also frequently benefit from Steve’s random “Come on, we’re going shopping. You can get whatever you want. I’m buying.”
They don’t know why Steve sometimes just randomly decides to spoil them all and they don’t question it. Obviously he can afford it. At first, they try to just get a few things but then Steve starts shoving more at them and asking if they want it, so they start trying to push the limits of what they can get, but it becomes very clear very fast that Steve has no limit for what he’ll buy for them when he’s in this mood
Steve’s father hasn’t acknowledged Steve’s rage spending once. Steve knows that’s probably a good thing, but at the same time it annoys the hell out of him that he doesn’t know if his father even notices or cares. And that’s why the scale of his spending goes up every time
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flyboytracy · 3 months
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ducksinspaceadventure · 5 months
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Regardless of her flaws, I love Della Duck.
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undertheredhood · 7 months
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did anyone else notice that jason todd has the same fatal flaw as percy jackson, or is it just me?
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firstofficerkittycat · 2 months
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when the doctor asked emma grayling who clara is and she was like "she's a perfectly ordinary girl shes very clever and she's more scared than she lets on is that not enough" literally me to moffat
#clara oswald#doctor who#the fucking loss i experienced in bells of st john#couldnt even allow her to be good at hacking on her own da spoon men had to boost her iq<3#that was the beginning of the end#she was such an interesting and derranged character she deserved more and by more i mean less#so so much less#she was interesting in her own right she did not need that other shit#like she literally had her own time lord victorious moment she saw the universe from birth to death in hide and it changed her#she kept doing increasingly more reckless shit because she went to space to fill a hole she was not trying or expecting to live that long#and she hates it when the doctor tries to be responsible for her#shes always like i never asked you to protect me!!! which is a wild take she refuses to recognise him as the one who can keep her alive in#environments she has never experienced before#she went with him to have some wacky fun and then she saw horrors beyond comprehension and went oh. ok. i can be god too#she looked at the doctor and went oh it's not that you're special it's that your circumstances give you power. and now i have power too#and i have power over you i can make you do things for me#that shit was so good#and like to be clear im not saying she cant have her whole orphan black thing going on#but like what did it actually do for her as a character? it couldve done a lot but she wasnt the focus of any of it#also p much everyone on this show has sacrificed themselves for the doctor it is not a defining trait#what defines her as a character is not that she was Born To Save The Doctor its that she thinks like this#nobodys ever safe!!!!! ive never asked you for that ever!!!
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hiveswap · 9 months
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OUGH. theyre gonna really end a superhero comic with a tolstoy quote thematically accurate enough to kill on impact.
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"DUCK!"
Keith obeys without question, hitting the floor hard and fast as a blue laser whips right through where his head used to be.
He's learnt to listen to Lance's commands during battle or training — Lance may not be the leader, but he has a certain authority as their main backup. He sees things they can't, both because he's constantly watching their six, and because he just has excellent eyes. When Lance yells an order, you listen. He's never called a wrong one out, yet, and has saved each one of their lives more times than they can count. Keith trusts him, implicitly and endlessly.
He turns back around, intending to shoot a quick thanks at the man in question, but shouts in alarm when he fully processes the scene behind him. Lance is standing, still and focused as always, eyes narrowed and calculating, but his right arm is fucking bent in three places. Just completely mangled, bone obviously broken to pieces. The pain he's in must be indescribable.
His shout draws the rest of the team's attention, who all respond with similar cries.
"Jesus shit, Lance, what happened?" Pidge says.
"For fuck's sake — turn back around!" Lance yells. "There are three bots advancing on you as we speak! Worry about me later!"
Lance has yet to stop shooting, broken arm be damned. and yet to miss a target, either.
Which is. A little hot. Keith will admit. 
"Are you fucking — end simulation!" Shiro calls. The bots freeze immediately, melting to the ground.
Lance turns to Shiro in indignation.
"Hey! We were almost passed level 67! What gives?"
"What gives? Lance, your arm is fucking shattered!" Shiro exclaims.
"Only in three places!"
"That is not the argument you think it is."
"Lance," Hunk tries, looking a little pained himself. "I know you're borderline used to this, dude, but you're freaking me out. If I have to look at your arm even one more time I'm gonna blow chunks." 
That, of course, is what finally calms Lance's metaphorical horses.
"Alright, fair," he concedes. "I'm gonna go toss on that cream stuff and a splint, I'll be back in twenty. No one start without me."
"No one start without — Lance, you're going into a fucking pod!"
"Um, first of all you're not my mom, second of all kiss my ass," Lance says, which Keith thinks is a little funny but mostly just rude.
"I may not be your mom, you fucking menace child, but your arm is broken. Like, the bone. Pod time."
"I'm not going in that death trap," Lance insists, eyes hard. "Besides, Coran already showed me this cream stuff Alteans have for broken bones; I used it last week and it worked fine. You can't make me."
Shiro opens his mouth to argue further, but Keith looks at the tightness in Lance's shoulders and is suddenly, vividly, reminded of the haunted castle incident. He sees in his mind's eye the terror on Lance's face as he pounded on the glass of the airlock, and hears Lance's quiet whisper as he remembers Lance, lit by the pale blue light of the castle after bedtime, admitting that he got locked in the pods, too. That he can't quite look at the machines without making his palms sweat, his heart race. He thinks of Lance begging him not to tell anyone else.
"I think that's a pretty decent compromise," Keith says loudly before his brother can lose his mind any further. "I mean, if the cream works, it works. Why waste time in the pods, you know? Besides, he seemed to have no problem shooting with his right hand. Nice shots, by the way."
Keith watches as Lance quietly sighs, relief rushing through his body, before straightening again abruptly.
"Thanks," he says, nodding at Keith. Keith grins and nods back.
"I guess that's okay," Shiro says reluctantly. "You know your body best, Lance. Just — you can say something, you know? You can call it if you get injured. You don't have to wait for one of us to notice, holy shit."
"Good luck with that," Pidge and Hunk say at the same time. They look at each other, snorting.
"Lance breaks a bone at least once a year because he's a reckless dumbass who has no regard for his own safety," Hunk explains at Shiro's questioning look. "His most recent break was when he climbed a fucking telephone pole to help a tangled pigeon. The fucker fell like three stories. He shouldn't even be alive."
"Was that the most recent?" Pidge asks. "I thought his most recent was when he broke his finger when he high-fived that football player too hard."
"No, no, that was the year before."
"Are your bones really that fragile?" Keith whispers to Lance as the rest of them puzzle out Lance's Timeline of Despair and Injury.
"Yeah, for some reason. I even drink a bunch of milk and everything. Ma thinks it's the iron deficiency."
Keith snorts. "Is it maybe because you get into so many bone-breaking situations that your bones have simply given up?"
"...I would like to argue with that, but I've broken bones enough times that I had to teach myself to be ambidextrous so I could keep doing school, so. You might be right."
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twogeeseinatrenchcoat · 2 months
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Spaceship Short Stories
Yeah why not. Title is self-explanatory. I'll be bringing back my aborted plan for a spaceship story in favour of this because I want to. Also, I will be changing and retconning past work in this as I go. Don't expect anything to stay the same.
Intro.
This is the official logbook of the Vchern'ixt, or Merchant and Delivery Ship 382. (382-MDS). We are, as our work tag suggests, an interplanetary merchant ship. This logbook will almost certainly be used by the crew, and knowing my crew, will not be taken seriously. I can only hope it will provide actual information, and I will hopefully find the time to add actual updates between the crew entries.
Entry 1: 218-4-7 (Kaylie - Pilot)
First week on the ship! Not much happened this week, few deliveries, some unnecessarily (but fun) dangerous asteroid-dodging. I think everyone else is still getting used to a human in board, they're fairly cautious around me. To be honest, I would be as well! I think their previous pilot was a lot more cautious than me. They've been watching me, though. Curious but cautious. I've tried to make some friends, be nice to people, but it's kinda hard when everyone half expects you to explode at any moment.
Truly, the worst part is that they don't have coffee here. I'll make sure to fix that with the first paycheck I get, Captain said that "you can spend your own money on your comforts. I'll spend the ship's money on the ship." So they're no help. Anyways, paycheck is in two days, and we dock for supplies at Kerroi-825B in... Whenever our orbits get close, so I'll be able to get my coffee then! For now, I'll live with the mimicry that Grömerg makes.
Entry 2: 218-4-10 (Grömerg - Medic, Chef)
My coffee is not bad, is it? I do not know if the taste is as it should be, though it smells like the sample you gave me. I'm sorry if it is [untranslatable]
Translator suggestions: Subpar, worse than typical, less than.
Entry 3: 218-4-12 (Kaylie)
It's not! I just prefer real coffee over synthetic, not a problem with you at all!
Update: finally got my coffee machine! And I remembered to buy coffee beans this time! It didn't take as long as I thought to find the "Human Items" section of Kerroirå Market (Fun fact: that's "Kerroi Market Market in Tychfing), and I was able to grab my coffee making items (coffee ingredients?) In time to not be left behind by the crew! Yay!
In other news, I was able to pick up a roll of duct tape and a knife for our beloved cleaning robot. Now I just have to fit Stabby with a camera to record everyone else's reactions to him. He is now one with the hivemind of Stabbies. Oh, and I grabbed the stuff I was actually supposed to. The boring stuff. It was heavy, but some people helped me load the boxes into the ship!
Entry 4: Galactic Year 218, Standard Lunar Cycle (SLC) 4, Standard Solar Cycle (SSC) 14 [218-4-14] (Ky'tchas - Secretary, Accountant)
Kaylie, what is your new creation for? It has caused several minor injuries, and I don't understand the purpose of the "laugh track." Or the confetti. Why do these only occur when it stabs someone? Are they incentive for violence?
Additionally, I will include the "boring stuff," or our pickup for the next delivery. We have picked up:
14 Planetary Leap Drives, 10 Warp Cores, 2 Wormhole Accessors, 24 Guard-8.6 Androids, 48 Holo-Screen 18.5s, and 36 Extragravitory Flight Suits.
These are important things to record. Kaylie, as the one who ordered some of the parts, you should be the one to relay them to me. As it is, you should have placed the order through me in the first place, since it is my job to place orders and file them.
You're new, so I assume you haven't heard anyone explicitly state this, though the captain should have during your viewing and explanation of the ship. Either way, I expect any further orders to be placed though me.
Entry 5: 218-4-18 (Grömerg)
Kaylie? Is it alright if I make a request of you? Please, I beg, slow down when flying. The food almost did not survive our last warp-jump.
IN PROGRESS
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fixer-png · 1 year
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Reckless Battery Burns!!!!
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Opinions on dinosaurs?
they were cool- but didn't really appreciate asteroids...
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cyberdragoninfinity · 8 months
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For all his adorable behaviours, Astral can be terrifyingly dangerous.
Yami takes over Yugi forcefully, Yugi has a bit of lost time.
Astral forcefully takes over Yuma, he nearly kills him.
YEAH! YEAH!!! like Yami Yugi is of course this ghost of a long dead pharoah with shadowy penalty game abilities, but Astral was Literally Created to be a vessel of mass destruction. He's a living angelic weapon sent to blow up Alien Hell. Astral is like if the Holy Spirit was also a gun, and that gun could fuse with a human child. he's TERRIFYINGLY strong and when you think about how it was only one (1) extraordinarily kind 13 year old who taught him hope and forgiveness and what it means to be human that kept him from obliterating An Entire Planet it's like.... hhhooohoooly SHIT. IF HE WASNT ON OUR SIDE HE WOULD BE ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING. LOVE YOU ASTRAL!!
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