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roosterbruiser · 1 year
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blurb idea: everyone joking and asking Bradley how he's surviving bc he only has daughters but then you see Bradley at home painting nails, having a tea party, pretending to be at a fashion show, engaging in 5 different conversations. All that in one afternoon. And he's just so happy the entire time and can't wait to do it again 🥲
can be read as part of the Landslide universe :)
Rooster is a girl dad. it isn't even just his energy--it's a legitimate fact. first there was Olive, then there was Joni. the two of you thought for sure that the third was going to be a boy, not that it mattered either way--so imagine your surprise when you had Finch; your third daughter. and when the two of you agreed one more baby, not even in hopes of a son but just to complete your family, you were blessed with two more girls: Opal and June.
it was all the buzz around base, when Rooster came back from paternity leave a few months ago, everyone mockingly taking a knee when he entered the room like he was some sort of battle hero.
it's something Rooster is chided about relentlessly, even now. everyone falls you and your daughters the hens, calling all your get-togethers hen parties, asking how he survives the estrogen of it all. it gets especially brutal when his commander or a student points out the leftover glitter in his hair or the tutu someone snuck in his work duffel. there was also that one time he forget to take off his nail polish before work--boy, did the man have a heyday with that one.
Rooster takes it all in stride, though, happily wearing homemade ties to work and presenting scrawled drawings. he has hardly any elbow room on his desk because of all the frames that clog it.
it's a regular Wednesday in the middle of September as Rooster walks up the path to your front door, but it feels like the first day of summer to him. the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming. and inside the house, he can hear the chaos that has been brewing all day: Olive trying to stop Joni from abusing the piano and failing, Finch following you around the house and asking you about caterpillars again, Opal babbling, June crying, your steady voice, the radio playing Born in the U.S.A again (no doubt at Olive's request), the dogs whining for dinner.
it's really music to his ears.
"daddy's home!" he hears you call as he stuffs his key in the lock.
and when he swings the door open, he's knee-deep in all of it. Olive, the oldest and the most coordinated, is dodging everyone to spring over to Rooster. she takes her spot on his left leg, hugging him to her body, immediately trying to tattle on Joni for abusing Grandpa Goose's piano. Finch makes it to him second, less-coordinated and not wearing anything except a diaper and one of his neckties, a toothy grin cutting her face as she reached up for her dad. and once he's holding her, patting Olive's head in greeting as he kisses Finch's ruddy cheeks, Joni has planted herself firmly on his other leg.
you're steadily making your way to him, too, the weight of the world slipping off your shoulders as he kisses all his girls hello.
"daddy said you're not supposed to smash the keys!" Olive insists, incredulous.
Joni screws up her face, sticking her tongue out at Olive.
"I wasn't!" she insists. "daddy, Olive's lying!"
"gotta be careful with the piano," he says, patting Olive's tawny hair, then Joni's. he can hardly hear their bickering above the blasting radio. "how many times has this song played today?" he asks with a grin.
Finch takes it upon herself to answer, having recently learned numbers. she stuffs her sticky hand in Rooster's face, holding up five fingers proudly.
"five?" he asks, eyebrows raised. he kisses her little palms and she giggles at the way his mustache tickles her skin. "you girls torturing your mama when I'm not here?"
"and Opal didn't nap today," you add with a deep heave, bouncing the twins on your hips as they each mouth your sleeves, blinking up at you with their daddy's big, brown eyes. "and June had a blowout, and Finch is a nudist. Joni tried to drink out of the dog's bowl again. and the dog got into your office and found your stash of Reese's, which you were hiding from me."
"sorry, baby," Rooster insists.
"after everything I've given you?" you tease, nodding to his armful of girls and yours. "I'm offended!"
"I think I helped a little," Rooster teases.
standing before him now, you smile despite yourself. Rooster's still grinning, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips before taking the twins from you, holding them both with one arm. he hopes he can always hold all of his girls at once, even though he knows it's not something that will stick around forever.
"just a little," you tell him, stretching your taut body out now that your child-free.
"what about me?" Olive pouts, tugging your pant leg. "what did I do?" she asks.
always wanting to be involved.
"you, little miss, made me play Bruce Springsteen all day!" you tell her, bending at the hips to stroke her cheek.
she grins at that, nodding proudly.
"yeah, I did," she confirms, blinking up at Rooster. "I love Bruce Springsteen!"
"you're a weird little kid," Rooster tells her with a teasing grin. "who raised you?"
she grins up at him, one of her front teeth missing.
"you!" she confirms.
"got me there," Rooster sighs. "I love Bruce Springsteen, too!"
Opal and June are already pressing their gummy little mouths to Rooster's chest, taking fistfuls of his mustache and t-shirt. your arms feel decidedly empty for the first time today, which you always look forward to, but never thoroughly enjoy.
"time's the tea party?" Rooster asks, leaving lingering kisses to the top of the twin's heads as Finch picks through his hair a la baby monkey searching for bugs.
"now!" Joni insists, untying his shoe.
Olive's batting Joni's hands, trying to get her to quit it, and Joni is growling at Olive.
"no being feral," you warn the both of them, pointing an accusing finger at Joni. "let daddy at least get through the door before you growl, huh?"
"but mommy," Joni whines, throwing her head back dramatically. "I'm a puppy dog!"
"you're just Joni," Olive insists, lips pursed. "this is real life."
"hey," Rooster warns, glancing down at Olive. "who made you the pretend police?"
Olive doesn't have an answer, just looking up at her dad with slanted brows and parted lips. ever the most exasperated, serious older sister in the world.
"she's been really into realism today," you tell Rooster, crossing your arms over your chest. "Jake shouldn't have let her watch Life of Pi."
Rooster starts to walk forward with a great effort, grunting as he glides across the foyer with an extra hundred pounds of giggling weight.
as he trudges through the foyer with great effort, his shirt now wet with baby slobber and his curls mussed from grubby fingers and his shoelaces unties, you watch him affectionately. anyone in the world can look at him like this, with that grin splitting his lips and that laugh sitting in his throat, and know that this is what he's meant for.
"c'mon, mama," he calls to you, glancing over his shoulder. "can't be late for the tea party!"
"with real tea," Olive clarifies, shooting you a thumbs up. "but fake cucumber sandwiches!" then she shoots you a thumbs down for affect.
"m'coming," you sigh dreamily, locking the door. "chamomile or jasmine?"
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majunju · 7 months
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Omg I'm sick of otome isekai mls looking identical, they're so generic and like it's especially worse when they keep telling us they're so handsome and like magical, and then they just wear the most boring outfit with like one of two short hair styles.
mfw when the so-called handsome ml is just an average looking man with short black hair and red eyes
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intuitive-revelations · 7 months
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It's one thing adding Classic Who (!!!) and the other spin-offs given all of New Who is already on iPlayer, but adding audio descriptions and sign language to apparently everything is wild!
I assume this implies the same things are going to be on Disney+ internationally too? Would make sense to apply the same work on both platforms.
(Although assuming they brought all the features on there too, I assume they'd do sign language again, for both BSL and ASL? I've never used Disney+ so no idea what accessibility options look like on there.)
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marvel-lous-guy · 9 months
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Tony: it only takes 3 generations for you to basically be forgotten
Peter: you're tony stark and ironman. Why do you think you're going to be forgotten?
Tony: No. not me, you. And your family. No one remembers your family do they?
Peter: excuse me? I'll have you know that my great uncle is the reason you can't surfboard outside Burgerking during snowstorms
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undertheredhood · 6 months
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bruce after bringing home a kid who is eerily similar to him: alfred, what are you doing?
alfred hiding the dna test behind his back: nothing?
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willowtreehigh · 17 days
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When the fuck could Spencer’s speak French
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petty-d4bblr · 1 year
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When I tell you that, if Spurrier's Hellblazer series gets resurrected (haha, pun intended), I will be intolerable in my sheer nerdy joy and I am not sorry about it...
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whatudottu · 3 months
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So, Derrick J. Wyatt has gone on record saying that cerebrocrustaceans do not have a feud with the galvans over which species is smarter and Dr. Psychobos is the only one who cares. However, in Alien Force, we clearly see Ben as Brainstorm getting insecure and competitive around Azmuth to the point of coming off as passive-aggressive and bitter. Assuming this isn’t just yet another retcon, this implies one of three things:
Cerebrocrustaceans do have a distaste for galvans, but very few of them hate galvans enough to actively want to hurt and/or kill them.
Rather than hating galvans, cerebrocrustaceans hate not getting to be the smartest person in the room as they tend to view anyone more intelligent than them as a potential threat and thus their first instinct is to assert their dominance over them (much like how many species of Earth crabs are highly territorial), meaning that how Brainstorm acted around Azmuth is how the average cerebrocrustacean would act when in the presence of anyone who knows more about anything than them regardless of species.
As an alternate take on the idea that they’re highly territorial just like many species of Earth crabs, cerebrocrustaceans are naturally competitive but the vast majority of them view outright hostility as beneath them, it’s just that Ben’s own competitive streak as a human mixed with cerebrocrustaceans’ competitive instincts resulted in him acting like a dick and Dr. Psychobos is an insecure megalomaniac who can’t stand the thought of anyone being better than him at anything.
I really, REALLY like the idea to give cerebrocrustaceans a little bit of territorial behaviours, haha! Kinda reminds me of how many fields of science have their own in-groups and are potentially a bit stuck up to outsiders, which seems to fit the egocentric coded smart guy niche they fill in terms of power and personality. Especially so since it contrasts with the ‘literally has no in-group’ isolationist galvans that love and value working alone (especially so given Azmuth didn’t go crazy on Xenon) to the point where it is both an honour to be someone’s assistant but also comes with the risk of being neglected.
Which Myaxx, not being a galvan, is more noticeably pissed off at Azmuth for that over Albedo who’s only really pissed off at Azmuth because of Ben (a child) wields the Omnitrix.
Still though, since galvans seem to be heavily involved with the Plumbers their eh, isolationist behaviour when it comes to science is mostly ignored in favour of their outcome and the stereotype of them being cold is overlooked in favour of seeing cerebrocrustaceans as being hotheaded in comparison. Up to and including the assumption by the galactic audience that cerebrocrustaceans have a feud with the galvans even if galvans do not return those feelings.
I think somewhere in the tags of one of my posts I had the idea that a galvan with a cerebrocrustacean assistant works better than a cerebrocrustacean does with a galvan assistant because of the strengths and weaknesses of their work flow. If you mix in the solitary nature of a galvan with the territorial nature of a cerebrocrustacean, alongside the previously mentioned methodology that galvans invent things for long term while cerebrocrustaceans invent things fast and efficient, a galvan assistant would complain that their carefully considered first drafts were butchered, dissected, and stitched back together by their cerebrocrustacean boss, the leading cerebrocrustacean complaining in turn that their assistant is a maverick that either attempts to control the project themselves or keep findings to themselves making the workspace unable to communicate to the understanding of another. The majority of complaining a cerebrocrustacean assistant would make with their galvan boss would be the aforementioned neglect to anything other than their work, the fact that having only two active scientists imposes strict working conditions galvans are perhaps more used to, and the fact that despite all these complaints they are simply by default peeved that their leading galvan is smarter than them. Honestly the main reason the galvan doesn't have any complaints to list is that, like any assistant, they slightly forgot to note anything; if everything is working as optimally as it can, there is no need to complain.
Keep in mind this is a general rule lmao- given the territorial behaviour of cerebrocrustaceans, while they may be stand-offish towards the out-group, they work much more efficiently within their in-group; critique, even unwarranted, is an open invitation for communication in in-group workspaces… even if other species including galvans may tire of such ‘interference’. Likewise with the solitary galvan, with no in-group everyone else is part of the out-group, and criticise all you like but an out-group is not going to change if you list off all the things you dislike about them; why make a complaint at all if the out-group does what you need them to. This stuff just gets brushed over because it’s the galvans that work closely to the Plumbers not the cerebrocrustaceans, so Plumber propaganda and presence influences the galactic audience’s understanding on who’s the ‘smartest beings of the galaxy’ while the only notable cerebrocrustacean doctor, Dr Psychobos, goes about the universe saying ‘oh how he hates that hedgehog frog’
Oh, I think I got carried away!
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I have an idea where when The Chain travels to Wild's Hyrule with Farola with them, the group happens to be traversing along the bridge over Lake Hyila when a shadow flies over them. Looking up, the group notices the long shape of Farosh, gliding in the sky, but before the resident hero can begin to speak to explain the nature of the spirit, the electric dragon begins to shift course and began to head towards the group.
As the group begins to panic slightly, questioning the cook but only getting a confused reply as an answer. Farola can't seem to take her eyes off of the stunning spirit. And before they know it, Farosh's huge snout lays along the edge of the stone bridge but a few feet from the young captain.
A stilling silence falls over the group as not one hero dares to move but...something draws the princess to the magnificent spirit. With weary steps, Farola apporaches the calm dragon, hand slowly lifting as she reached the spirit's snout.
Farola places her hand between the dragon's nostrils, to which a playful huff of air escapes them, nearly sending the princess off her feet. But before the chain and rush to the princess's side, their worries are interrupted with a gleeful giggle.
The princess and the courage spirit thousands of years in her future...make a unexpected bond! How strange!
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iightbringer · 6 months
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i hate the rumours abt season sixteen or a movie so much. it's an indisputable fact that even if it's true, it will never be what we want it to be, produced by jackles or otherwise (fool me once, shame on u, the winchesters). i just want it to die w dignity. i would rather live w the delusional fantasy happy end i made up in my head then ever trust a studio/producers/network to actually listen to fans. the horse is dead and u killed it - please let me mourn in peace.
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roosterbruiser · 3 months
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I have been peeking at the gossip blog every now and then, while i’m also reporting them, and came across this and it made me giggle bc it HAS to be about me!!
anon, i’m sorry you feel entitled to my work! and i’m also sorry that I stopped being majorly depressed and peeled myself away from my screen to actually live life! i’m a piece of shit!
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this is so emblematic of what the worst of the worst are like on here. if you feel like this, do some critical thinking.
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totheidiot · 4 months
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oh my god. i had the most profound experience that feels like it's from some lit-fic novel??
this happened two days ago and it was the day the report cards would be published. it wouldn't really matter for me; I am literally moving to another country come january and i will definitely not be sticking around for the next school year. i could fail if i wanted to and nothing would happen to me. i didn't fail, but I did very bad. was twenty-seventh in class out of fourty-seven people. I was eighteenth the previous year. so, yeah. downgrade.
my head teacher – he's our math teacher, he's been our head teacher for two years and i am pretty sure he's the first teacher who cared about me enough to actually remember my name – gives me a very disappointed look. "you did horrible this year," he tells me and I nod, but it still hurts to let him down, i suppose.
now, i ask if I can see my answer scripts because i was absent that day. he lets me and i go to the teacher's study. i take the graded paper of my math and science exam and check it. that's when the teacher comes as i was taking so long. he looks at me and then, at the paper, shaking his head. "fifty percent," he says as he points at my math paper. "what went wrong?"
i don't answer him, the real reason was probably because I was so sad because i was leaving everyone i loved but that's a stupid thing. he goes on. "and you're best friends with melody*. all your friends are bad kids and academic derelicts. your only fault is the bad company you keep."
that took me so off guard because I have always thought that the only interesting thing about me, the only thing worth keeping me around was my friends. I am not an interesting person at all, and they were the only part of me that I can wholeheartedly love. my silly little gay friend group, people who have never passed every exam, mental healths are questionable, but it was the best thing about me.
i don't know. if i ever wrote a memoir, this is a scene i know I will have to include because it's just a perfect demonstration of what people think of me vs what i think of myself. and it just means that my teacher is one of the many many many people I have let down.
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mister-faltine · 1 year
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Impossible.
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Image made by "Pegasus Explainer" on Twitter.
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cerulianvermillion · 10 months
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Enemies (with benefits) to lovers Guili hostage prince au where zhongli is the sickly prince of a small kingdom married off to the empire as a consort for a political alliance and Guizhong is the grand empress, rumoured to be heartless and calculating who only wants power.
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marvel-lous-guy · 10 months
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Scott: An apple a day keeps the doctor away
Clint: An apple a day can keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough
Bucky: Who has enough apples for that? Get one apple and throw it hard enough to kill them
Clint: Well that took a dark turn
Bucky: What? It's really not that hard
Sam: And how would you know?
Bucky: September 18th 1978-
Sam: Okay okay, we get it-
Nat: No, I wanna hear this
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one of my all time favourite secret identity tropes is "people assume Character A is in a relationship with their secret identity"
Margit the Fell is seen getting in and out of the Veiled Monarch's bedchambers one too many time
and sure he takes orders directly from the King but multiple meetings that start at sundown and last til dawn?
the comedy potential is endless
(as is the tragedy potential but I refuse to be sad today)
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