#sort of but not really

[popfizzles]

midas :)

#Pokemon #PKMN #PKMN SV #Gholdengo #PKMN oc #PKMN Midas #fizzles draws #shitpost #sort of but not really

[thegroundhogdidit]

crying screaming throwing up the parallels and character foiling between shawn and lassie like these are two low empathy autistic men who made best friendships with high empathy autistic people and both probably wanted to be detectives growing up and both have trauma and no real understanding of boundaries but one of them grew up constantly being controlled while the other has a strong desire to control his environment and it means that they bash heads with each other because they both want to be in control of the situation i'm putting my head through a brick wall rn

#psych #shawn spencer #carlton lassiter #shassie #sort of but not really #yeah hold on i'm gonna go dry heave about the parallels

[cadiebug]

I've got unlimited access to photoshop, and I will be making unhinged edited photos of them -

#buddie #911 on fox #buck x eddie #evan buck buckley #eddie díaz #idiots in love #911 buddie #buckley diaz family #incorrect 911 quotes #sort of but not really #im just gonna throw it under there #buddie fic

[defectivehero]

Please write about a nb hero who is big on "not owing anyone money" and "its my problem and weight, let me carry it" and "please let me pay u back" and "its your money even if you spend it on me"

And a nb snarky millionaire (by evil methods) villain who is obsessed with their hero and is like "let me spoil u bbg" and *casually throws money around for hero* and very big on "I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR U" but hero is too fucking dense to actually believe rhe villain.

this snippet completely spiraled out of my control (as most things do).

It all started with that damned news article. In hindsight, perhaps the hero shouldn't have been as forthcoming as they were. But, they wanted the world to know that the life of a hero wasn't always glamorous. They just... didn't expect for the journalist to capitalize on the single remark they made, the single huff of laughter they let out when asked about the wages. Days later, when the article released, the hero was stunned.

Heroism: A Thankless Job

The hero remembers the dread coiling in their chest as they opened the newspaper to find the article, apprehension increasing as they digested the information. That picture of their apartment complex... they don't remember consenting to release that information. Granted, the journalist kept them as a nameless, anonymous hero. But, it wouldn't take a huge leap in logic to connect the dots—to find the building's tenants and cross-reference those names with the hero agencies nearby. The hero just hoped an average reader wouldn't take the incentive to do something like that. They spent the rest of that day struggling to keep their paranoia at bay. It took them a while to fall asleep that night.

Fortunately, they slept well and their anxieties seemed to fade. The hero stumbled through their morning routine and opened their front door an hour later, ready to greet the day, only to nearly trip on a package. They had frowned and taken the package inside, unable to shake the recognition that they hadn't ordered anything to be delivered. Upon opening the package, they found a single unmarked envelope. Their jaw had dropped to the floor once they found the bills inside—an amount more than their typical paychecks.

Little did the hero know, this would be far from the last time they received an unmarked package with a far too generous, entirely unexplained gift inside. At first, the gifts were just small things: a collection of medical grade bandages and antiseptic, a new sweater after they spilled coffee on theirs at work, a care package with things like cough medicine and tissues that appeared the day they got sick. The hero was still profoundly uncomfortable with the idea of some mysterious benefactor providing them with these things, but at least the packages were small. The magnitude of the first gift hadn't been matched since, and the hero couldn't help but feel grateful.

Amidst their hero work and their daily life, the hero found their mind quickly returning to the question of their gift-giver's identity. It had to be someone they interacted with fairly often, considering the far too accurate timing of several of the gifts. One time could be dismissed as a mere coincidence; a box of cough medicine a mere hour after they found themself bedridden, however... That is an entirely different story.

The gifts continue, but, thankfully, they are small in scale. The hero still feels horribly guilty about being entirely unable to pay this person back, but there's almost nothing they can do. Their benefactor clearly doesn't want to make themself known, and that's fine. Really, it is.

Until there is another envelope. This time, their mystery patron doesn't bother concealing their gift within a package. Instead, the hero opens their mailbox to find an unmarked burgundy envelope. Dread coiling in their chest, they look around—foolishly hoping that their gift giver would somehow have a change of heart and decide to show themself—before heading back inside. The hero sits on their sofa and takes a deep breath, before opening the envelope with care.

What they see is enough to make their hands tremble and their grip falter, allowing the envelope to slip down to the floor. They hold their present in disbelief.

It's a check—for more money than they could possibly fathom having. This sum is so large that the hero wouldn't have to work another day in their life. They would be able to live comfortably without earning so much as a single penny on their own.

The thought sickens them. "I can't accept this," the hero breathes aloud. They look down at their apartment's hardwood flooring as if it will give them the answers they're looking for.

"I don't recall asking you to." The hero jumps, looking up to find the villain standing before them. How they got there, the hero doesn't have the faintest idea. They blink at them for a moment, wondering how they didn't connect the mysterious gifts to the villain sooner. Their enemy has always had access to extremely high-tech weaponry and state of the art medicine (judging from their utter lack of scars despite their numerous fights); not to mention, they've had an inexplicable disregard for finances for as long as the hero can remember. It's all beginning to make sense now.

The villain takes a step closer and the hero remembers their remark. "I'm serious," they say with a frown. "Why are you doing this? Do you want me to owe you? ...Is that what this is? Want to, I don't know, kick me while I'm down? You're such a good person, helping the needy." The latter statement is spoken with venom.

"No, of course not," The villain argues.

"Then why?" The hero repeats, the volume of their voice rising as they get more frustrated. They take a deep breath and clench their fist at their side. They're still holding the check in their other hand, and despite the fact that it's nearly weightless, they can feel a pressure pushing their hand down. "And, more importantly, how in the hell did you get this much money?" The hero hears themself ask.

"Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to," the villain says lightly. There's a darkness to their eyes that suggests the hero should cease this line of questioning. They take another deep breath.

"You're assuming I'll just... accept this," the hero realizes aloud. That familiar itching feeling is rising to meet their skin, and they're becoming less convinced that they should stop it.

"Perhaps."

The hero blinks at them once, twice. The villain refuses to break eye contact; their gaze almost urging them to do it—to use their powers to turn the check to ash. The hero gives into the flames prickling along their skin and summons their fire in the palm of their hand. It will only take a moment, maybe two, for the bottom of the paper to char. From there, it will only be a matter of time. The hero watches in anticipation.

...But nothing happens.

"Did you really think I'd be foolish enough to give you a check you could just burst into flame?"

The hero stares ahead blankly, their ears ringing. The villain's expression blurs into a twisted smile. A figment of their imagination or reality? The hero hears their breaths, ragged and half-panicked in their ears.

"I don't understand," the hero repeats hollowly. They don't understand anything that's happening—anything that happened that led them to this very moment, standing before the villain and holding a check that their enemy gave them.

"You don't have to understand," the villain says, crossing their arms over their chest. "I'm not asking you to understand. Hell, I'm not asking you to do anything. I'm ordering you to cash this check."

The hero's tongue is ironed to the roof of their mouth. Even if they desired to speak, they don't think they'd be able to.

The villain notices their speechlessness and sighs. "I didn't want things to come to this, but..." They break off. "As I predicted, you're stubborn as hell, and self-sacrificing to a fault." The hero doesn't have the energy to be offended or outraged.

"So," the villain drawls, their arm falling to their side quickly. The hero blinks and they're suddenly being held at gunpoint. "Go to your bank. Now." The hero suspects the weapon is more than a gun—and they don't care to find out just what it can do. It appears they really have no choice. The villain is forcing their hand.

An hour later, the hero is walking out of the bank with sunken shoulders. "There," the villain says, clapping a hand on their shoulder and leading them out of the building. "That wasn't so hard, now, was it?" Upon closer examination, the villain's weapon is nowhere in sight—as if it simply vanished in thin air. The unlikely pair walks down the street and heads back to the hero's car. The hero ignores the domesticity of it all, securing their seatbelt over themself. The villain doesn't seem keen to wear their seatbelt, so the hero reaches across and buckles their rival's seatbelt for them before they can object.

"I'll transfer the money back to you tomorrow," the hero announces as they're driving down the street, back towards their apartment. Their eyes are locked on the road, yet they somehow know that the villain's gaze is fixated on them with frightening focus.

"We both know you won't," the villain hums with certainty. The hero hates that they're right, hates that their rival can read them so damn easily. Their hands tighten around the steering wheel and the rest of the ride is suffocated with a horrible silence.

When the hero arrives back home, they can't shake the realization that the villain seems deeply pleased. They say as much to their enemy, who hums.

"Of course I'm pleased," the villain says, "If I knew this was all it would take to get you to accept a much-needed gift, I would've done it eons ago."

The hero takes a deep breath, struggling not to cry. It's been a long day, and they're reaching their limit. "I think you've humiliated me enough today," they announce. "Can you leave?" Please, the hero thinks to themself.

"I suppose," the villain sighs dramatically. They take one step to the door, then another. Just before their hand can clasp the doorknob, the hero feels one last objection fall from their lips.

"That money could go to far more deserving people and causes," the hero chokes out. They're choking on their own pride, choking on the simultaneous acknowledgment that they need money and the horrible knowledge that almost no one in their situation has an out like the one they were just presented with.

The villain turns around to face them, clearly moments away from rolling their eyes. "Do I look like a philanthropist to you?" The hero shakes their head, their throat burning. Their enemy nods in confirmation and turns back around. They twist the doorknob and tug the door open.

"You deserve nice things, you know." The villain's parting remark is murmured so quietly that the hero convinces themself they imagine it. The hero watches their front door close and waits a few moments before locking it. They turn around, their back to the door, and slide down to the ground with their head in their hands.

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#defectivehero #hero x villain #heroes and villains #millionaire villain #poor hero is going through it #and the villain is there the entire time #yikes #angst #hurt/comfort #sort of but not really #emotional whump #yeah sure we'll call it that #writing #writeblr #short fic #snippet #writers on tumblr #spilled ink

[hurkules]

Karlach knows how you feel about getting intimate. It’s never had good connotations for you. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t want you, but she wouldn’t dare speak those words out loud. She wouldn’t dare make you feel like you owed her something.

Some alone time would more than suffice which is why she’s ecstatic when you decide to splurge on an inn once you arrive in the city. There wasn’t one complaint from anyone in the group: how could anyone be upset about a warm bath and an actual bed for once. Well…Halsin could, but he didn’t mind too much given everyone else’s excitement.

You get everyone their own room, but end up wondering into Karlach’s after everyone has bathed, and you know she’s settled in. You’ll ask if she’s okay and comfortable, meanwhile she’s giving you the biggest smile and bouncing with laughter.

Eventually, you’ll slink over to her and plant a kiss on her lips. Before you know it, she’s on top of you kissing with all the passion she can muster. You don’t stop her. Instead your hands roam, you’re trying to get as a close to her as you can, and you find yourself moaning. It be a shame to die without the pleasure of her, she’ll think to herself, but this is pretty fucking good.

She’ll position herself more between your legs and grip the back of your thigh before jolting back with horror. “I’m sorry…that was—,” she’ll start at a loss. Embarrassed and terrified, she’ll add “I’m so sorry, love. I didn’t mean to. I know how you feel. I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t do that.” She’s searching your eyes for anger, disgust, or maybe even tears. Instead, she’s meant with tender eyes and a loving smile.

You’ll pull her back down to you and kiss her deeply and softly, a way that you hope conveys the love you have for her. “It’s okay, Karlach. I want this. I want you.”

She’ll look at you speechless, and a little scared to move. She wants nothing more than to have to you, to feel your skin against hers, to have her name spill from your lips in the sweetest symphony, to fall asleep in the moonlight next to you, to have you in her arms, and to wake with the sun warming the both of you.

You give her another kiss as confirmation and she’s elated. Slow down, Karlach! Don’t ruin this for her, she’s reminding herself, Go slow!

#my post #I’ve been thinking about this for days so here it is #this kinda sucks but she deserves the content #I know the first time happens differently in the game but this is my reimagining #this is so embarrassing to post #bg3 #bg3 karlach #karlach headcanon #baldur's gate 3 #karlach smut #sort of but not really #karlach x fem! reader #karlach x tav #karlach cliffgate

[writerownstory]

Charlie visiting the beach where they filmed this band is back 🥺🤧 wish I could clown and pretend that meant something for season 2

#those were the days 🤧🤧 #sort of but not really #julie and the phantoms #charlie gillespie #jatp cast

[my-name-is-markus-with-a-k]

Incompetent Markus playthrough, except instead of him actually being incompetent, Markus glitches out at the most inopportune times due to, you know, having been shot in the head. You can't tell me that Markus popped in two wet, old, dirty, semi-compatible bio-components into his head and he was good as new.

During the Cyberlife Warehouse raid he gets caught by the guards and North has to rescue him because he gets stuck in a preconstruction.

North tells him to lock the door during the Stratford Tower mission, and a full five seconds later he's forgotten what shes said and they get caught.

The Capitol Park mission where North bitches him out for standing there the whole fifteen minutes doing nothing, Markus is just like "15 minutes? Wdym we got here like 2 minutes ago???"

Have him being shot and almost killed have side-effects. Let North come to the realisation that 'oh, hes not actually incompetent, he's impaired". And then find ways to accommodate that.

#dbh markus #dbh north #dbh #detroit become human #markus rk200 #north wr400 #norkus #sort of but not really

[mandaloriandragontrainer]

All right whoever edited the Shipping Wiki, I just wanna talk….

#this wiki’s terrible anyway… kanera’s page was titled ‘kyndulla’ for the longest time #never in my 8 years in the rebels fandom have I ever seen it called that #and no page for dipcifica smh #the dragon prince #callum #rayla #rayllum #tdp spoilers #sort of but not really

[mrsjellymunson]

look up the words: celebrity, outfit, aesthetic, quote, color, character, season and place. the first thing that pops up is how pinterest sees you!

Thanks for the tag @joejoequinnquinn ! 💞

I love doing these because they so often DO NOT reflect me at all, and I honestly wonder whether it’s a fault with the Pinterest algorithms or the fact that my brain is so random they just don’t know what to do with me. Some of these track, but some… not so much!! 😂

Tagging for fun and with no pressure (honestly, if you wanna, just join in 😃): Tags: @jamdoughnutmagician @curlyjoequinn @madaboutmunson @airen256 @sunshinepeachx @the-unforgivenn @indulgence-be-thy-name @apomaro-mellow @manda-panda-monium @somnambulic-thing @bettyfrommars

#tag game #pinterest game #Join in!! #Really! #does Pinterest understand you? #Sort of but not really

[writingwife-83]

Dune 2 was absolutely amazing, Hans Zimmer killed it once again with the score, and I was absolutely tearing up at the end and just wanted to give Chani a hug 🥺

#dune 2 #dune 2 spoilers #sort of but not really #hans zimmer #chani is my fave #idek how to feel about Paul…

[anonymousdandelion]

finding magic

If you ever find yourself feeling sad about living in a world without magic, or miracles, or whatever word/concept you prefer, just remember:

There exist winged, living creatures that glow in the dark.

Berries that were unripe yesterday, inedible last week, nonexistent last month, turn sweet and delicious of their own accord overnight. And after you pluck them to eat or to share, new ones spontaneously appear and ripen to take their place.

Merely by breathing on liquid elixir or waving a wand that has been dipped into the potion, one can create streams of iridescent, translucent, ephemeral jewels that float in the breeze and then vanish in the blink of an eye.

And here I am sitting here in one little corner of the world, and you are off in your own corner, perhaps thousands upon thousands of miles apart, and my words and thoughts have reached you without either of us needing to speak, to meet, to travel, or even to know each other by name.

#positivity #magic #miracles #fantasy #real life #everyday magic #fireflies #berries #soap bubbles #technology #mindfulness #poetry #prose poetry #sort of but not really #idk how to tag this kind of thing #but the world sure is magical if you look at it the right way #dandelion says #dandelion rambles #feel free to add on other irl magics if you want

[missygoesmeow]

full sketch of this - i have so many wips lmao

this a scene from this fic.

#wowee two arts in a day!!! #(they're old but shh) #it was far too hot today to actually work on anything like i had planned #my brain is melted and my ipad is so overheated ;-; #the band ghost #the band ghost fanart #ghost bc #ghost bc fanart #my-art #tw: blood #papa iv #papa copia #papa iv fanart #dracopia #sort of but not really #I think I used a ref from some movie but I can't remember what it was #sketch

[thegarbagechute]

Spider-Tel, Spider-Tel. Sure as fuck does whatever a Spider-Tel does.

#tel'nara #spidersona #sort of but not really #yes I saw ATSV #my art

[wheeliescoot]

what it would be like to be with you…

#art #traditional art #sketch #doodle #reigen #reigen fanart #mp100 reigen #reigen arataka #arataka reigen #serirei #sort of but not really #he’s imagining what it would be like to hold hands with wawa #sad 29 year old man #He gets no bitches #mob pyscho #mob psycho 100 #mob psycho fanart #mob psycho 100 fanart #reigen ara #reigen my babygirl #モブサイコ100

[rantceratops]

As a person who ships Hunter and Willow both romantically and/or platonically I am only winning. <3

#toh spoilers #s3 spoilers #nycc spoilers #owl house spoilers #sort of but not really #I'm just covering my bases #huntlow

[merrilark]

Humm. Neither here nor there, doesn't matter, but I always get a little :/ when people continuously rag on Ten for his run with Martha. I agree he was an idiot and not very nice to her, but a lot of people seem to treat him like the devil incarnate for that season for... grieving?

I dunno. It just... does not seem fair to either of them. I never felt that Ten was being all that cruel to her. He lacked consideration sometimes, but that's not exactly new for the Doctor, and certainly not exclusive to Ten.

#idk. i think what bothers me the most is that sometimes it comes with an air of ten owing martha romantic affection #and he doesn't owe her that. he owed keeping her safe and being nice but not romance. #negative for ts #sort of but not really #just thinking aloud