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squishablesunbeam · 3 months
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Your last answer got me thinking… How long was Quinn kept as a prisoner by the crew? How long did it take for Collins to not be able to tolerate what was being done to him? 🤔
If you have the time, I would love to see a post about Collins in the beginning of Quinn’s captivity or even right before he decided he couldn’t take seeing Quinn suffer anymore. Maybe not really realizing what’s happening right away? Or maybe not being able to leave the room immediately? Possibly the Captain ordering everyone to stay put to see “the show”? 😈
Thank you for the amazingly angsty smut, as usual! I always look forward to your next post! ❤️
So, they wanted to answer this instead! lol and it became more guilt ridden angsty comfort instead of smut, I'm sorry!
But honestly, it would have to be an au for that sort of scene because he was very good at not being around when Quinn was out of the cage. I think it was right there on the surface and he knew if he actually saw what was happening, he wouldn't have been able to stop himself from getting involved and getting them both killed. BUT I might write one with Collins in the beginning! Plus he did voice a tiny bit of his concern early on that's worth acknowledging... I'm going to have to think about this but I think that would be really interesting!
Anyway, here's their answer...
(also, this was damn near fully written before the anon ask about Collins apologizing😂)
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"Five and a half weeks."
Quinn's head whipped around to look at Collins.
"That's all?" Quinn asked, his eyebrows meeting in the grove between his eyes.
"That was far too long," Collins said, meeting Quinn's eyes, his voice thick with a sudden mix of emotion.
Quinn frowned, pushing out a long breath before pressing his shoulder against Collins' and intertwining their fingers.
Collins stared down at their joined hands while he continued, "Once I stopped, uh, "tolerating"- I suppose that's as good a word for it as any. Once I stopped tolerating what was being done to Quinn, Prim breached the ship and rescued him about a week and a half later."
"Hey," Quinn chided, pressing his lips to Collins' shoulder, "Pretty sure you helped." Collins turned towards him, a tear slipping down his cheek as he lightly kissed Quinn's forehead.
"I'm sorry I took so long," he whispered into his hair.
Quinn leaned up to look him firmly in the eyes, "Stop," he whispered back, "We've talked about this."
The muscle in Collins' jaw jumped and you could swear that he'd stopped breathing. He opened his mouth to try to speak but closed his mouth shut tight and he turned his head away.
"Collins, hey," Quinn reached up a hand and guided him back around to face him again.
"I'm sorry-"
"I know," Quinn hushed him, pulling him down and placing a kiss at the corner of his eye, "I forgive you. You know I forgive you." Quinn peppered kisses into Collins' hair until the man started to breath properly again, "I forgive you everything. Always."
"Now, come on- they have more questions," Quinn said, rubbing his thumb through the tears that had escaped down his face.
Collins sniffed and took a deep breath.
"Yeah, fine."
Quinn smiled at you apologetically before continuing, "As for the other question, he was never there, for any of it. I saw him passing by in the hall a few times, but he was never there when they hurt me. Not once."
"Except," Collins barely managed to find his voice but he was looking firmly into Quinn's eyes, "That time, Thompson-"
Quinn's mouth dropped open, "Oh, yeah, huh, I forgot about that," he huffed in surprise before rushing to clarify what Collins had said, "It's not what you think. I was, um, with Thompson, when he got called to the bridge because of some malfunction in the receiver, funnily enough-"
"Quinn," Collins gently admonished the playful tone Quinn's voice had taken on.
Quinn just nudged his shoulder again and laughed softly, continuing, "It's funny because I was the communications officer. We'd lost communications. Anyway, instead of putting me back, he dragged me up to the bridge and just shoved me into the corner until he was done."
He turned to look at Collins, "You almost tripped right over me."
Collins was gripping Quinn's hand almost painfully, holding onto him for dear life.
"I didn't see him. At first. I didn't think to look for him, but I came onto the deck and there he was, naked, on the floor, just watching and- waiting, quietly."
Collins swallowed hard. He couldn't seem to look away as Quinn took up the story.
"It was the first time something- else- was happening in what felt like a very long time. And I really did think it was kind of funny," he leaned towards you, a little smirk playing at his mouth, "I could see what needed fixed, plain as day. But it took Thompson over an hour to figure it out. Plus I got a little break."
Quinn shrugged, leading back again, "Anyway, Collins came in with a completely new receiver in his hands and froze. I remember, now. You looked at me for a long time. I remember being scared that, maybe, you'd want to hurt me, like the rest of them. You were the only one that hadn't yet."
Collins dropped his head as if he'd actually done what Quinn had feared in that moment.
"Quinn-" Collins' voice broke over the name.
"Hey, stop, you didn't. You never hurt me."
A look passed over Collins' face and he sucked in a sharp breath, straightening his back, looking right into your eyes.
"I did hurt him," he stated, with no room for argument, "I didn't help him. That was enough. I can never forgive myself for what I allowed to be done to Quinn. Never. How could I?"
Quinn wiped an errant tear off with his sleeve.
"Collins, come on-"
"No, you shouldn't forgive me," Collins abruptly stood and paced the three steps to the door and back again, "They need to hear it, Quinn. I walked right past you, bruised to hell, naked, kneeling on the damn floor. It wasn't right! I was a fucking coward for leaving you there."
He locked eyes with Quinn for long enough to make the room tense.
Quinn lifted his eyebrows, "Are you done?"
Collins swallowed hard, "Yeah," he said as he leaned his back against the wall and slid down to the floor, his eyes never leaving Quinn's face.
They just stared at each other for a while, seemingly allowing one another to take a minute to process and giving it time for the tension in the air to clear a bit.
"This, um, this look," Collins said, softer now, gesturing to his own face, "This look would pass over your face every time anyone came near you. Like a fog, or a wall, it would go up and smoother out all your light. Jackson came up and, he-, you shut down until he stepped away. And then it was like you slipped right back into your body again. I remember thinking it was so brave that you'd come back at all."
Quinn stood and walked over to Collins, sliding down to sit against the wall with him. He threaded their fingers back together again.
"I remember," Quinn began, "It felt like that, like a fog, but I was still there. I felt it when Jackson slapped me and shoved his fingers in my mouth. I could taste him. I felt the Captain move my hands and put them on my thighs. He did that so I couldn't cover myself. It felt, less, when the fog was there. It helped soften it all, just a little."
Collins dropped his head against the wall and watched Quinn carefully. They both suddenly looked painfully tired.
"I looked away. When the Captain came over to you. I didn't see what he did."
Quinn swallowed thickly. He was rubbing his thumb back and forth over the top of Collins' hand.
"I still forgive you," he whispered.
Collins sighed deeply, "I knew, Quinn. And I did nothing."
"There was nothing you could have done," Quinn squeezed his hand gently, "You know that. The Captain would have-"
"I could have killed them all in their sleep," Collins stated definitively.
"Well," Quinn huffed out a laugh, "I supposed you could have done that."
Collins' shoulders relaxed slightly as he looked into Quinn's smirking face. He let himself smile, just a little, at the sight of him.
"It's not funny," Collins grumbled, "Quinn, I-"
"I swear to god, Collins, I don't want to hear 'I'm sorry' come out of your mouth for at least a week. I forgive you. I love you. Deal with it."
Collins snapped his mouth shut and breathed out a defeated breath, a slow blush creeping into his face.
Quinn just smiled at him as Collins brought his hand up to touch his chin and leaned forward.
"I love you too," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
He pulled back and looked at you sideways, settling in just a little more comfortably against Quinn's side.
"Were there more questions?"
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butchfalin · 6 months
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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lgbtlunaverse · 21 days
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The world exists in such a baffling state of simultaneous sex-aversion and sex-hegemony. Every social platform on the internet is trying to banish sex workers to the shadow realm but I can't post a tweet without at least two bots replying P U S S Y I N B I O. People are self-censoring sex to seggs and $3× but every other ad you see is still filled with half-naked women. Rightwingers want queer people arrested for so much as existing in the same postal code as a child and are also drumming up a moral panic about how teenage boys aren't getting laid enough. I feel like I'm losing my mind.
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ardri-na-bpiteog · 3 months
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Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.
For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.
I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.
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skoofie · 2 months
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Friendly reminder that you should
Write that fic
Draw your OC
Redesign that blorbo
Plan that comic how you want
Create the content you want to see
Be cringe
Be free
The only thing that matters is you having fun! Not what others think!
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skellydun · 9 months
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why is it when people ask me what i want as a gift i immediately become someone who enjoys nothing at all and has never wanted anything a day in their life.
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arsenicpanda · 7 months
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FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S (2023)
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laughingcatwrites · 6 months
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As a reminder that good exists out there, a coworker recently confessed to me that he found out his child is questioning their identity (kid's gender redacted for this post). The kid is keeping it from him, so he can't say anything to them or show that he knows, but he's doing his best to get mentally prepared and educated so that he'll be ready whenever his kid does feel comfortable enough come to him.
For context, this guy is a big, bulky middle aged dude who loves sports and typical outdoor "manly" activities. As his coworker and friend, I know he's a kind and sweet teddy bear of a person, but his kid probably views him as a stern, authoritarian figure, the way most teenagers view their parents. His family lives in a conservative area, so I'm sure between that, their dad's looks and interests, and the fact that their dad is a Figure of Authority, the kid is worried that they won't be accepted.
But you know what? When he found out about his kid, the first thing he did was reach out to his closest queer friend and ask for resources for parents of questioning children. His biggest fears are that his kid will be bullied or discriminated against and won't feel comfortable enough to be themself. His second action was to find himself a mentor in another parent who went the same situation (kid coming out in a conservative town). The other person is preparing him for some of the struggles his kid may face and the fights he may need to take on as a parent to make sure his kid is safe and treated well.
Something I want to emphasize for people focused on language as the primary method of allyship is that when we spoke, he used some outdated terms and thoughts about gender and sexuality. That does not make him bad. These were the terms and thinking used about questioning teenagers when he was growing up and he never needed to learn more current ones. But now that he does have that need, he's throwing himself in head first because that's his kid and he's darn well going to make sure that his kid feels welcomed and has a safe place to be themselves even if they never come out to him.
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astearisms · 8 months
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catalysts, protectors
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lastoneout · 10 months
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I really gotta play more minecraft with people who like building stuff. I'm almost done digging out my 64×64 block hole in my minecraft world and when my fiance asked me what I'm gonna build in there when I'm done my brain fucking bluescreened like what do you mean build something?? I dug the hole!! Building is for smart people with good ideas!! I just dig!!
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redsray · 3 months
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the funniest part of any Robin meeting the JL is that every Robin is so distinctly different from the previous one in terms of personality and vibes that the league literally gets backlash. and like, I don't blame them. not to mention that they are non-meta children that dress as a traffic light and fight crime alongside batman in gotham on a nightly basis. i'd also be a bit concerned. Batman, literally The Night of Gotham personified in the League's eyes, coming into a JL meeting: This is Robin, my crime-fighting partner. 11-year-old Dick Grayson, dressed in the brightest primary colours possible, vaguely hidden murder behind those eyes, never stops moving even for a moment: Hi! Superman: That's a child. That's-- Bats that is a child. You let a child--? Batman, deadpan: You try to stop him. Would you rather he try and murder a grown man with a wire?
Batman: This is Robin. 12-year-old Jason Todd, with the biggest grin on his face, about 3 books in his hand, stars in his eyes and a distinct street-kid drawl: Hey!!! Green Lantern: That's ... that's a different child. What?? Jason: I stole his tires :) Batman: Tried to. Jason, stage whispering to the League: basically did. Green Lantern: that is a different kid, right?? I'm not seeing shit??
Batman: This is Robin. 14-year-old Tim Drake, bo staff clutched in his hand, a wary and tired expression on his face, more on the quiet side, the literal walking definition of don't judge a book by it's cover: hello Flash: Where do you even find these-- Tim: I found myself.
Batman: This is Robin. 17-year-old Stephanie Brown, literally blonde, with a shit-eating grin, eyes full of nothing but mischief and the most explosive personality you've ever seen: hiya!! Superman: I give up. Stephanie: I know, I have that amazing effect on people.
Batman: This is Robin. 13-year-old Damian Wayne, a literal wet cat that will hiss at you, has a sword, the most judgemental stare you'll get from a teenager, ready to jump anyone there: Green Lantern: WHY DOES HE HAVE A SWORD?! Batman: ... he came with the sword.
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lgbtlunaverse · 9 months
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Obsessed with characters who portray themselves as worse than they are. Who are lying to everyone including themselves about it. People generally assume if someone's lying about themselves they're trying to look better but sometimes they're trying to look worse. They attribute agency to where they had none, add intend to accidents, try to convince everyone that this is something they did instead of something that happened to them.
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artkaninchenbau · 2 months
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A h-heartfelt reunion..?
Bonus
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shay-creates · 8 months
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Apparently, my decision to be silly and make fanart of someone's writing (because I genuinely enjoy the story the person is writing and I was struck with inspiration upon reading a particular scene) has benevolent and wildly unforeseen consequences.
I apparently gained a bit of control of the canon because said writer really loved the art and decided what I drew/draw is canon.
2. Writer put said artwork into the document of his story right below the scene, so now it's IN the story where people who read the story will see it (with a link to me)
3. He sent the artwork to all his friends and people he knows because he was so excited
Wholesome interaction and I watched him do all that in real time, good stuff. However...there are two more consequences I was notified of today...nearly a full week after I gave the artwork.
Seeing the artwork caused his friends to become interested in reading and hearing about his story, which means more people are reading what he's writing and giving him critique on the story (which he actively asks for).
Apparently, upon seeing the art, his writer friends got a sudden second wind to pick back up writing they'd abandoned for a few months. Because, I quote, "seeing that someone enjoyed {his} writing enough to take the time to make art of it gave them the motivation that maybe THEY can write something that will inspire someone to also create something." I have accidentally caused a writing frenzy among his writer friends and my silly idea to make art for someone has had a butterfly effect for people who I don't even know.
Uhh...I'm pretty sure there's a moral here but I am tired and have a great deal of emotions about this.
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cozymodeonpoint · 4 months
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senshi fans: learning how to make nutritious meals for themselves
laios fans: down bad
marcille fans: lesbianism
chilchuck fans: putting that man in situations
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