#this was way longer than I intended

[ghostdoodlen]

Quite a Strudel.

So I had an idea. I have never seen "How to Marry a Millionaire", but I found this scene and I love it.

I got to thinking, what if it was replaced with Gotham riddler?

Wrote this for the people who might have insecurities about glasses. I've had glasses for years but always have been insecure, especially since I'm one of the only few in my family to have them. Didn't have much courage till a year or two ago.

This is basically an unpolished and random thing I did. I watched only a bit of Gotham, so sorry if I'm not accurate.

You're sitting on a bus as the vehicle makes yet another stop at a stop. You had just ended a grueling shift and have been dying to get home. Away from the blurry sight of the world to the sanctuary of your quiet living room, where you know a fresh cup of your favorite drink awaits you.

In the meantime, while you wait to arrive at your destination, you pull out a book, delicately remove the bookmark, and begin to read the chapter you had left on.

It's a minute later that you barely register a tall fellow situating himself next to you from the corner of the eye. You don't mind him and continue with your reading.

It isn't till you hear him make a small noise that catches your attention when you turn to look at him.

"Look, didn't you bring your glasses?" The man towards you.

You blink at him. Who is this?

"What glasses?" You reply, but inside you were panicking. You hoped you haven't given yourself away somehow.

"Don't you wear glasses?", His voice questions, lingering with curiosity, but you simply ignore it in favor of continuing denying his question.

"Oh, no! What ever gives you that idea?"

"Then you got some peculiar vision."

It's quite strange of him to say and decide to voice your inner thoughts, "Why do you say that?"

He gestures to your book, "You're reading upside down."

Oh.

Well that's awkward.

"It's silly, isn't it?" You feel a small wave of embarrassment flooded you. You closed the book and placed it on your lap.

"Is it astigmatism?"

You just shake your head, "No, just blind as a bat."

"Me too!" You feel him perk up as the row you sit slightly makes a squeal at the stranger's movement. What an odd thing to be excited about. Nevertheless, your lips twitch upward.

"Really? Then why aren't you wearing glasses?" It's a simple jab, but it's the only thing you can think to say.

"I am wearing glasses," his tone now full of amusement as you squint and inch towards his face, practically noses touching.

From here you can see a small bit of red dyed against his pale face and eyes widened from behind those specs he indeed had. You shoot straight back and hum.

"Well, there you are."

The stranger darts his eyes and clears his throat.

"I used to be like that. Walking into fire hydrants and shaking hands with lamp posts, tripping over everything... All because I didn't want to be called 'four-eyes'. Then something happened to me."

You leaned in once more as if you were about to be told the answer to the greatest problem of the century. "What was that?"

"One day, I started giving out riddles."

You deflate a bit and let out a small puff of air before it dissolves into small laughter and hear quiet chuckles from your seat companion to match yours.

"But it's different with girls," you somber the mood a bit.

"How so?"

"You know what they say about girls who wear glasses," you shrug, but you can see how the man didn't quite understand your comment.

"What are you talking about?"

"Men aren't very attentive to girls who wear glasses."

"Did you ever try it? Did you bring them with you?"

You can faintly see his eyebrows raise and head tilt to the side in question. That's cute.

"Yes," you said nodding your head.

"Why don't you put them on and find out?" The man motions to your bag. Even with your bad sight, you can see his huge smile as he waits in anticipation.

"With you?" You can help, but blurt out. Looking at him in surprise.

"Why not?" It's his turn to shug, his shoulders almost touches his ears.

"Well..." Digging in your bag, you find your case and quickly grab your glasses and gaze at him, making eye contact once more. Are you really gonna do this?

As if he can sense your hesitation, he quickly says "If you're worried about me, I already think you're quite a strudel."

It takes a moment for it to register what he just called you before you feel a heat crawl up from your neck to your now rosy cheeks.

Did he just call you a snack??

You gotta admit, you've never heard a compliment like that. There was a certain charm to it and you can hear the sincerity behind those words.

"Honestly?" Even if he was sincere, you can't help but fiddle with your glasses and asking as if to reaffirm his words.

"I've thought so from the first minute I saw you."

Hearing those words made you feel giddy and light. It gave you courage as you stared at your glasses before unfolding them. "Well, if you really think so."

Making haste, you plucked them right now and whipped your head at the stranger's reaction to your new look.

It's a shared but brief silence that falls between the two of you. You finally get to see what he looks like in all his glory.

The man is tall yet lanky with short, dark hair neatly parted to the side. His eyes are a lovely shade of brown that are framed with black, half frame glasses that suited him. You admire him a bit more but it swiftly ends just as it began. He opens his mouth and says... "You're crazy."

Your heart drops.

"No?" You meekly answer.

You look better with them."

Utter relief fills you. Did he want to give you a heart attack? It's amazing how up and down your emotions can go in the matter of seconds because of someone you barely know.

"I do?"

"Gives your face a certain mystery." He nods, almost to himself.

"No kidding?" Your voice is in disbelief.

"And a certain kind of distinction." He comments.

"What do you know about that." You're full on smiling. It's as if your muscles in your face can't stop themselves.

"You're very pretty, if you don't mind me saying." He quickly added the last part as if you were to be offended.

"Not at all," you fling back.

"Glasses of that type give your face a very interesting difference."

If this cute stranger doesn't stop, you're very certain you might implode on yourself. You'd think he was the strudel by all the sweetness he was directing towards you.

"I don't look like an old maid?" It was something you heard constantly when you first got your glasses. You didn't mind looking older but it was still hard to hear.

"I've never seen anybody in my life that reminded me less of an old maid."

And... Hook, line, and sinker did you go and fall hard. It felt like you didn't even stand a chance with those charming words and that captivating smile.

"What's your name?" You beamed.

His eyes twinkled. Grabbing your hand, he kissed it. "Edward Nygma. And yours?"

--

When Edward Nygma woke up today, he didn't expect his car to be decided to give him trouble today and take the bus today. However, he wasn't complaining. Especially, not now.

He had seen you sitting down all by yourself. You were mesmerizing. While he would've normally kept his distance and admire from far away, he couldn't help it once he had seen your book.

It was upside down!

He immediately told you and somehow convinced you to wear your glasses. Edward didn't think someone could look more dazzling. He thought he would drive you away, instead you were listening about his car troubles to some trivia, even the latest he's been working on. Eagerly soaking in all his words as he was your addicting attention.

"-That's why I'm hoping to catch Officer Gordon before goes off, so I can give him this new evidence I just discovered."

"Where do you think he is?"

"If I'm lucky, at the precinct. Why are you heading there?"

He sees that your brows furry a bit. "Who's going to precinct?"

"Doesn't this bus go there?" He questions.

"What are you talking about?" He sees your face only growing more confused.

"This is bus 37. We should be arriving at its destination in minutes. Why?" He knows anyway. You obviously had read the bus schedule wrong but asked to see your reaction anyway.

Would you try to get off the bus? Away to your correct location and away from him? The thought made Edward frown. He didn't get your number yet.

"No reason. Just one of those things." You waved your hand and didn't inform him of what he already knew.

Your next words rendered Edward Nygma speechless.

"Go on, tell me more. Tell me anything." You turned to him, legs crossed and face resting on your hands. Your glasses perfectly framed your eyes as if they were a precious jewel in a museum exhibit.

Edward quickly leaned against you, shoulder to shoulder. Picking up from where he left off.

Was it too early to fall in love? Doesn't matter, he'll get that number soon at the very least.

#you take the subway afterwards #the riddler x reader #riddler imagine #riddler x reader #riddler x you #gotham fandom #dc gotham #gotham reader insert #gotham riddler #gotham #gotham imagine #edward nygma #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma x you #inspired by a movie #how to marry a millionaire #my writing #the riddler x you #batman fandom #this was way longer than i intended #self indulgence at its finest

[weewoobrainrot]

i haven't posted in a while BUT i am back on my top gun bullshit

i rewatched tgm recently and oh my GOD i just love how they did mav and rooster's relationship????

i've said this before but the agony of rooster not wanting to talk to maverick throughout the whole movie, avidly avoiding him and doing everything possible to not talk to him only for the one moment he wants to say something, he gets interrupted and is quite literally out of time.

maverick gives him hope by saying "we'll talk - when we get back" but the reality they're facing is that there is a really high chance that won't happen. it almost didn't. mav gets shot down. but rooster goes back, he has to go back, because they still have so much to say.

if rooster hasn't talked to maverick since finding out he pulled his papers, it's been the bones of 20 years. rooster grew up with maverick and he was like a father.

no matter how angry he was, he realised too late how unimportant it all was, especially when faced with losing maverick. rooster couldn't lose him, not when he was so close to rebuilding that father-son relationship

but when you look at the flip side. maverick lost rooster to a decision he made to protect him. he promised carol he wouldn't let rooster join the navy, he pulled his papers, but making it forbidden only made it a longing for rooster. he was always going to be a pilot. and mav couldn't do anything about it.

it was a lose-lose situation for him. he pulled rooster's papers, he loses rooster. he lets rooster fly, he could lose him like he lost goose.

nonetheless of not wanting him to fly, mav was always proud of him. rooster is one of the best pilots, he wouldn't be in the movie if he wasn't. maverick has a picture of him in his navy uniform framed, like he's so proud of him! but he's proud from a distance. the picture is professional, nothing personal. he's giving bradley space, until he quite literally can't anymore, because when they're back at top gun, they either fly as a team, or you die.

but of course maverick couldn't pick anyone else for the job. hangman was too risky, too inconsistent (while he's a consistently good flyer, hangman's end game is self preservation). he couldn't pick anyone other than him.

and then rooster was in danger. maverick had cheated death up to now, and no way in hell was he losing rooster. so he saved rooster's life. he couldn't let rooster die, not after it being 'his fault' that he's there.

and then afterwords, when they're home safe, when they finally have time to talk - they barely say anything. because they don't need to.

#this was way longer than i intended #i literally just wanted to talk about their relationship being really well written and it's so long #i dont even know if this makes sense #but here we are #analysing with mars :') #top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #rooster #bradley rooster bradshaw #pete mitchell #maverick #pete maverick mitchell #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin

[espressopatronum454]

barty wears a lot of rings.

and i mean a lot.

a killerchaser drabble

@aithusarosekiller i think you might enjoy this

tw: mentions of homophobia, barty sr is not a good dad, brief mention of the black brothers home life

it started when he was four years old, sitting on his fathers lap in his office. his dad was working, so he was busying himself with the things on his dads desk.

he came across a ring, one with the family crest on it, and slipped it on his middle finger. now, it was way too big, but he loved it, and his dad allowed it, hoping it may someday remind him of the values of the family.

it became somewhat of a tradition.

his dad would get him a new ring very birthday.

so, by the time he got to hogwarts he had quite a few.

but.

he came out to his dad as gay during his second year of school at hogwarts.

the rings stopped.

he got no more rings from his father for his birthday.

it hurt him, honestly.

but then, regulus and his brother worked things out between, and even created a pact to run away together over the next summer.

so, the two friend groups merged.

and in that friend group, he met james potter.

a boy who happened to wear a lot of rings.

james saw him staring at their rings one day during third year, and offered to let him borrow one.

after some hesitation, barty accepted it, and found how much he missed the joy that came with being gifted rings.

over the course of the school year, barty received more rings from james, where he just saw gem and thought of barty, were already hers and she just wanted to give them to barty, or any other number of reasons.

then, during his fifth year, at his birthday party with all his friends, james told him to wait to open their present until last.

so, he did. he reached for James’ present, a small, slim box, with a red ribbon tied around it.

he carefully undid the ribbon, lifting the lid from the box. inside was a simple silver band, with the words we love you <3 engraved, and the gay flag lining the inside.

barty teared up, and it wasn’t long before he was actually crying. he got up and hugged james, plopping down in his lap and wrapping his arms around her.

regulus and evan were the only ones who understood why he was crying over this, but james would find out while talking to barty in the astronomy tower later.

the tradition continued.

james got him a ring for most holidays, not just his birthday. barty had way too many rings now, but he loved each and every one of them.

james even used a ring to ask barty out.

they had gone to hogsmeade a couple of times together, all of their friends busy on dates. they’d even ended up holding hands a few times, because barty continued to “forget” to wear gloves.

after a while, james decided it was time. it really helped when he found out that barty smelled him in his amortentia.

rather than a simple band, he went to the nearest jewelry store, and it wasn’t long before a specific ring caught his eye.

it was an adjustable silver ring, where each side was a flower. the top flower is smaller than the bottom flower, and each is full of diamonds.

it was perfect, and after finding the perfect spot, he did exactly what he planned, and it worked. (we won’t mention how she almost dropped the ring and stuttered over their words.)

the rings didn’t stop.

james continued to give him rings, every christmas, every birthday, every anniversary.

but the ring barty treasures the most, the one he never rotates out? (other than his wedding ring, of course)

the ring james proposed to him with.

another sliver ring, obviously, because gold would clash, of the potter house crest. james had gotten it adjusted to fit barty, both style and size. it was now encrusted with tiny diamonds throughout, and sparkles whenever the light hit it. on the inside, a signature of james’ name was engraved, alongside their anniversary date, in barty’s handwriting.

barty wears a lot of rings.

but they have meanings.

#i thought of this after i powered my phone off for the night but i just had to write it out before i forgot it #let me know if you want more details about his other rings #the ring james asked him out with is based directly off of a ring i own if anyone wants a reference pic #this was way longer than i intended #james potter #barty crouch jr #killerchaser

[roughscribs]

This was longer than I intended but it’s just a rant about kid fics in the startrek universe 🤧💜

I can always tell when a spirk kid/mpreg fic is written by someone with a fundamental misunderstanding of how culture and race works. I hate fics that outright condemn Spocks culture and especially when they use Kirk as a mouth piece for it it's so out of character.

It's so nasty to me to see ppl write Kirk haphazardly raising Vulcan/half Vulcan children. Neglecting their Vulcan heritage and culture. It smells like white parents rasing poc children and filling their head with dangerous notions about race. Neglecting to teach them about racism and dismissing their concerns for how the world will treat them once they enter society independently. It's why so many mixed race children grow up with a weak sense of identity.

Considering that xenophobia and discrimination are still very much present in star treks sociopolitical climate it would be extremely damaging to interspecies children and their sense of identity and even their biological health bc of actually being a different species.

WE LITERALLY SEE IT WITH SPOCK. How his lack of education on his human heritage and forced emphasis on his Vulcan heritage has left him fighting these two identities FOR MOST OF HIS LIFE. So why would y'all write Kirk taking care of Vulcan children in such a negative and dangerous way???

One of my fave kid fics is my beautiful human by ladyTauriel on ao3. It paints a really vivid picture of a loving multiracial parent child relationship. Kirk works hard trying to teach his adopted son Vulcan heritage to the best of his abilities WITH real research and he seek outside sources when he knows he is not enough. His child’s emotionalism isn’t shamed or neglected. But as a Vulcan the path of logic is essential to his growth and wellbeing and Kirk may not get it but he knows its necessary. It's so great and healthy and beautiful I love it.

For the ppl who just don't GET IT. Let me put it in another way. Living with strict or conservative parents/family and having to stifle a certain type of self expression and then finally u hit those year when ur finally independent and ur left spiraling trying to figure out who u are bc u weren’t allowed to explore or even learn about other options? Well that is this. Except racial identity is not an invisible internal struggle it also an unwillingly external one and it's something every poc is gonna have to deal with.

For queer ppl do y’all know how much different it would be if ur parents would have given u the option to explore ur sexuality??Or even expressed to u that different sexualities existed and they aren’t queerphobic???

Growing up as a interspecies child having one half of ur identity just not even made available to u is wild. So many consequences. Vulcans are telepaths. They need guidance perfecting these abilities why would Kirk just??? Neglect this especially if he’s taken in the challenge of parenting. Kirk raising Vulcan children as if they are just average human children then them being set out independently into society being rejected by both Vulcans and humans and not having either identity properly reinforced at home would be fucking awful to them.

((This also just shows an ignorance of health parenting… just saying. Sometimes, as some with child care experience, seeing the way ppl write children and parent interactions has very “go to room young man” energy, very “this person has never interacted with children or ever been in a position to take care of children” energy. That’s not y’all’s fault so it’s not a real criticism it’s just a person gripe and I laugh at a lot of dialogue 😭 u know how ppl with siblings can tell when a writers has no siblings.))

Anyways While my dislike for this is a personal opinion and I'm not saying this makes anyone a bad person. Or anything pls write whatever u want but like it does show a lack of understand about these subject.

#kid fics #star trek #writing #just some thoughts #this was way longer than i intended #spirk #mpreg

[ima-ghost-art]

You know what? More steve getting vecnad let's go!

I want steve to be vecnad and I want him to be tired of everything that has happened in his life. From everything that started after 83, from being neglected and hated by his parents, from having only had shitty toxic freinds most of his life, for falling in love so easy only to have the people he loves and trys to care for call it all, them, him bullshit, to have risked his life multiple times to save his kids only for them to look over or down play his achievements and injuries!!

I want steve to be so so tired of trying, never having a chance for a rest because he's constantly waiting for the next thing to go wrong. And Vecna? Vecna is the first person to offer him that rest. Vecna turns to steve and offers him a break, telling him that if he joined him, he wouldnt ever have to feel tired again.

That this exhausting existence he is forced to live wouldnt have to hurt him anymore. He wouldnt need to worry about helping others, wouldnt need to fear he wasnt enough, wouldnt have to continue being the one getting beaten up year after year after year only to be overlooked by the people see called friends, the people he saw as family. That steve could finally be given Peace.

I want steve to consider it.

I want steve to want it so so bad.

It's not like he could escape any way, theres no music playing, his friends didnt even know his favourite song, and vecna tells him that. That they cant even bother to find it, let alone remember it!

Steve knows it's not true, it CAN'T be! His friends would be fighting for him, they had too... Wouldnt they? But Vecna sounds so real, and hes just so tired, tired of fighting, of running. He just wants peace...

"You promise?" His voice is barely a whisper, hes terrified, but the offer sounds too good to be true.

"Of course." Vecnas face twisted into what one could only believe to be the closest thing to a sincere but sinister smile.

Steve stared at vecna, trying to read the monsters eyes for any hint of a lie, while tears steamed down his cheeks. He nods the best he can around the vine that has pinned him by his neck against the wall. He was so tired.

Vecna grinned, his slimy hand moving towards Steve's face, a elongated coming up to stroke the tears from his cheek,"Dont cry steve, it's time for yo-"

"STEVE!"

his words are cut off by a scream, and the sudden unmistakable sound of the opening to "every body wants to rule the world" playing faintly around them.

El looks as exhausted as steve felt, blood dripping down her chin, as she made her way to vecna a second time. She knew what she was doing this time however, and she was going to save Steve. There was a portal behind her, not big, but big enough to see the whole party gathered around Steve's body.

Hopper was standing directly below, arms braced ready to catch steve when her fell. Joyce was holding into will and Jonathan as they were knelt by a kiddy pool with el floating in it. Max along with dustin held desperately onto her Walkman. Lucas and erica was holding onto Robin who was shaking, she was on the ground like her legs had given out on her. Eddie, Nancy and Argyle were not there, but with how mike was frantically yelling into his walkie talkie, steve had a guess at where they were/ going.

Everyone was crying, even hopper-

And they were trying to save him!?

"Steve you need to fight! Please- do not give up!!" El was crying, she had seen vecna take max, she wasnt going to watch that happen again. Not to steve, he cared about them too much to go out this way, especially when they hadn't shown him how much they appreciated him yet.

"So- tired. I'm so tired El, I cant" Steve sounded so broken, El had never seen him like this before, not even as she faced him memories to find him here. He was always so strong for them, but now he was barely holding on and vecnas had was right over his face-

His arm snapped

"YOU CAN! Please Steve!! We cant lose you, you make sure we are all okay! You look after us! You make us happy! You would alway bring me icecream on fridays after you work, or call me and will to tell us new movies!" She was crying hard, as she used her powers to send vecna flying backwards before running to where steve had fallen to the floor.

They didnt have long, steve needed to run now before vecna could get up, but he was still so tired. He looked up at El, the girl looked so scared, she had almost watched him die for christ's sake!? "El, I'm so-"

She silenced him as she pulled him up and holding onto him tight, god she was still so young. Her gaze was hard as she glared as vecna who was fully standing now. She let Steve go as she raised her left arm towards the monster... "no need for sorry steve." Her words left no room for argument, "we love you so we came to save you."

Steve wanted to weep, it had been to long since someone had to him they loved him and ment it. And sure, he was still, tired, still longed for rest. But he realised that he couldn't just give up now. Finally, people were fighting for him, and he was going to make sure he kept fighting so they didnt loose.

So he ran, not looking back as he hears the monster and el scream- the familiar words of his favourite song pushing him forwards as he held onto his mangled arm. Sliding and dodging rocks as they fell from the sky, getting closer and closer to the portal. He could see his freinds, all so terrified on the other side.

Things were not going to be easy, that was for certain. But life wasnt ment to be easy, and not for the first time after he asked vecna if what he was offering was true, he realised just how much he wanted to live right as he jumped through the portal. Because he really did want to live.

#more steve getting vecna'd #because i have to keep hurting my boy #after he jumps back into his bidy hopper catched him and gives him the biggest dad hug (being careful of his arm) #everyone is crying #el kills vecna #what if steve got vecnad?? #vecna possesses steve #argyle used his pizza truck to drive nancy and eddie to kill vecna #they murdered the bitch #good for them #this was way longer than i intended #steve harrington #stranger things #robin buckley #el hopper #eddie munson #if steve wont adress his trauma we will! #platonic stobin #max mayfield #mike wheeler #argyle stranger things #jim hopper

[name-doggo]

Welp I ended Up Rewriting That One short Fanfic for OOS I did back in October and Accidentally made it sound more Romantic

I was just going to Edit it on Ao3, but since I posted it Here (on my Now Art Account) originally, I might as well post it here.

The Boys finally got back to Oscar’s now chewed up House after walking what Oscar considered Miles. It didn't help that they got lost in the woods for a while, only having each other to make sure one of them didn't get left behind; it would’ve been some twisted form of Irony for the Universe to Kill one of them after just surviving that Chomping monster. It was also something that Oscar couldn't stand to allow, even if it wasn't a thought that was consciously there during that walk.

He looked down at himself to see a few scratches from the pines he passed by and the rocky ground he fell on when deciding to jump off a Train Track. He was shocked he had more mud on his pants than visible injuries when his whole body ached from fatigue and pain. That was probably why he didn't say anything on the walk back or when he went to change into cleaner clothes. None of them spoke a word as they set up their sleeping bags and attempted to rest. Not even the simplest murmur of a Goodnight between them as Oscar went to turn off the lights. They just let their Bodies walk, clean up, and rest as they processed what happened...at least that was what Oscar was doing.

He kept tossing and turning in his Sleeping bag despite him hurting each time he rolled over. His mind was wide awake as ever while his body begged for some rest. Oscar almost gave up on Sleeping after trying for what felt like 30 minutes, and just stared at the dark ceiling hoping it would distract him enough to sleep. Not focusing on Sleeping anymore made him realize he felt a bit of shaking to his side. It wasn't anything huge like from an Earthquake, but it was enough to make Oscar notice. He turned his head over and could only see the faint silhouette of Raj's back. Were they even still awake? The more Oscar thought about it...the more it made sense for the answer to be yes; he was awake as well, after all.

"Raj?" Oscar blurted out, forgetting that it's the middle of the night and should've kept his voice down. If Raj wasn't awake beforehand, he certainly was Awake now.

"What?" Raj turned over to face Oscar as they Whispered in an almost harsh yet calm tone. Facing each other didn't do much since they could hardly see anything with how dark Oscar’s living room was.

"You Ok?"

"Yea...I guess." His voice started to drift off as if they hesitated to even finish their sentence; Oscar could tell he was still hesitating to speak more as a Silence grew between the two. Oscar may have been an idiot, but he liked to think he was usually in sync with how his friend's felt.

"I was just thinking about earlier and wondering about What ifs...it's stupid." Even through the pitch blackness, he was still able to make out Raj’s shoulder movement as if he was shrugging off his fear and doubts.

"I doubt the Plushtrap Chaser is Going to get up again and attack us Raj, there's nothing to worry about." Oscar scooted himself up to be sitting, trying to put a hand on one of Raj’s shoulders. Before Oscar could, Raj did the same as well; both now sitting directly in front of each other.

"It's not about the Chaser Oscar...It was about you standing in front of the Train." Raj’s voice started to strain when mentioning the train. It almost started to sound like he was choking on his own words and was holding back something within them. Oscar couldn't wrap his mind around why out of everything that happened, and even the whole situation as a whole, the only Thing Raj was apparently thinking about was him...standing on the Train Tracks. Not when Isaac's foot was close to being eaten. Not when they were trapped inside a bathroom with the only exit being blocked by the very thing that would eat at their stomachs the second it had the chance to. Not when death was almost a few feet away, he was only thinking about the Train?

"Why?" Oscar’s voice was flabbergasted as if what Raj said was completely ridiculous for him to comprehend; which wasn't what Oscar originally intended.

"I Thought you were going to Die Oscar, Why wouldn't I care about you more than the Chaser?" If Oscar had the ability to shine a light at Raj at that very moment, he would expect to see Raj's face turn irritated as he spoke; like he was combating Oscar’s insult sounding question. It left a bit of silence between the two for what felt like minutes, but it easily could've been Oscar just slowing down the time to make it feel like forever.

"...Were you wanting me to answer that question?"

"Yes, Oscar." 

"Oh uh..." Oscar tried to think of a Reason, but his Mind was stuck. On one hand he couldn't understand why they would only care more about that moment than almost dying to a Chomping Rabbit the whole time. On the other he didn't see a reason why Raj wouldn't focus on Oscar almost dying. Oscar had been worried and focused on Raj and Isaac dying...it had to be the same, right?

"Because you Could've died to the Plushtrap Chaser?" He wasn't confident with his answer, but it was the only one he could think of without sitting in the dark trying to figure out his conflicting mind. Raj already started to sound like an annoyance was growing within him after he sat in the dark not Answering their question the first time; Oscar didn’t want to spark it even more. Oscar’s answer was returned with a sigh from Raj. It didn't sound annoyed, like how Oscar thought at first, it sounded like a voice of disappointment.

"I know I've could’ve died too Oscar...I just thought you dying at that Train would be worse...I guess- Like I said, it's stupid." The worried but almost soothing voice Raj usually had came back for a moment, right before it went to Him dismissing everything they just said beforehand. Oscar knew it wasn't true though. They would’ve never had the conversation to begin with if Raj truly thought it was stupid. Raj wouldn't even humor Oscar's stupid ideas when he helped tutor Oscar with homework. Raj was close to scooting back to lay down before Oscar interrupted.

"What do you mean you thought it would’ve been worse?" Raj went back up straight to sit up, he was now just closer to the end of their sleeping bag. His movement seemed a bit tense like what Oscar asked was Jarring.

"It was Stupid dude, you can drop it."

"I mean if I did end up dying then, the Plushtrap would've too. I don’t see how that's worse than all of us Dying." 

"Oscar, stop." Raj’s stern voice sounded a bit muffled as he turned away from Oscar and started to tilt their head downwards.

"But-"

"I'm going to the Bathroom." His voice almost felt Cold as he quickly stood up and walked away at a pace that could've been considered a jogging pace. Oscar felt a wave of guilt watching the dark shadow of his friend leave, because he knew it was his fault. He pushed Raj too much, just so he could get an answer to how Raj felt. He wanted to understand Raj the same way he always thought he understood him, and ended up making him hate him...Oscar knew Raj probably didn't hate him, but that's what he felt like he deserved.

Oscar continued to sit in the dark as he  waited for a minute...then 2 minutes...then 3. He for once was paying close attention to the time pass. He was Hoping after some time he would hear the footsteps of Raj coming back to his sleeping bag, and yet that never happened; not before he quietly stood up, trying  to not wake Isaac, and walking out of the Living Room to enter the Hallway where the Bathroom stayed.

Oscar expected to see a small bit of light emitting through the crack under the door, forgetting the power was completely dead at that moment, but there was only a closed door hiding more darkness behind it; and Raj if Oscar took what they said to be true. He could see the faint markings of chewed wood right by the doorknob from a few hours earlier. It was one of the few doors that wasn't completely broken enough to be unusable, but part of him wished it was to be able to see Raj at that moment. Even if Raj didn't exactly want to see him, or even if the world made it hard for him to see anything like it was already. Oscar gave a small knock on the door, trying to get Raj's attention without causing a scene.

"Raj?" Oscar whispered in an almost hush voice that was trying to make certain Raj knew it was him.

"What?" Raj's voice was close to mumbling, but Oscar could tell they had cried a few seconds beforehand.

"I'm sorry."

"Dude, It-"

"You don't have to say anything- I know you're upset with me. I'm sorry for saying those stupid Questions. I was just..." 'Wanting to understand you?' 'Waiting and asking for the reason you worried about me out of everything else?'  'Desperate to have you open up to me instead of having you hold whatever you were thinking in?' These were all thoughts Oscar had while trying to figure out what reason he should say, despite all of them having similar aspects to them...He didn’t choose any of them. He decided to go with the easiest excuse; the one his friends already knew about.

"...being an Idiot." Oscar turned back down the hallway he just walked through and started to return back to his sleeping bag; thinking it was best to leave Raj alone with an apology. Not even a few steps in, he heard the door that was now somewhere behind him open.

"That's the problem Oscar." Oscar turned around, faintly seeing Raj slowly walk towards him as his eyes continued to adjust even when he thought his eyes already did. What he saw didn't exactly matter much to him at that moment though. He cared more about what he heard in Raj's sorrowful and almost defeated Voice.

"You don't think enough about stuff before you do it- Even when me and Isaac beg you to. I worry about you a lot because of that dude. Isaac does too, but I feel like I worry about you more than I should..." The thought of asking Raj what he meant by 'Worrying about him more than they should' lingered in Oscar’s mind, but he didn't intervene with it since he wanted to Listen. Raj was Opening up to him, and he shouldn’t ruin that by asking too many questions again. He needed to care more about The boy who started to tear up and sniffle everytime they breathed.

"When I saw you on that Train Track- or even when the Train passed, I thought you were Dead. I thought you just died and I didn't do enough to stop it- At least if we all died to the Toy it wouldn’t have been our fault-"

"It would’ve been my Fault, Raj. I stole the Toy." Oscar cut off Raj before he could finish. Consciously, he wasn't sure exactly why he decided to, but deep down he knew exactly why; the exact reason just left his own mouth.  Raj started to slowly shake his head in response.

"You weren't the one who made it like that Man...You couldn’t have known. Besides, if we all died then...I wouldn't have to Live without you. I mean- I want you in my life, and you being dead would kind of stop that." The last part got to Oscar as Raj paused for a moment or even longer. For some reason he never considered his friends cared for him like that. He always saw himself as an outlier holding them back from...life? He didn’t know the exacts, but that's what it always felt like to him. 

He always kept preparing himself for them to eventually leave and get better friends than him. Friends that don't struggle to get them Treats or Gifts whenever they hang out. Friends that didn't need to run back to their house after school, just so they can call each other for dumb homework questions. Friends that didn't need to help with Nursing homes and could hang out whenever they wanted to. Friends that didn't drag them into horrible situations like stealing killer toys. Hearing that Raj, or his friend specifically, wanted to Live with him made him feel warm when the entire house felt cold. 

"..That sounded dumb out loud-" Raj put a Hand over one of his eyes and edge of his face, showing he was embarrassed while trying to hide it. Oscar just continued to stare at Him earnestly. Maybe he could send a message with his mind to tell Raj that he didn’t think it was Dumb, he felt the same way.

"I just...I don’t know man- I didn't want to say any of that to you since It's not like- normal for you guys to think like that." Not Normal? Was it really not Normal to feel that way, or did Raj just think it wasn't normal? It always felt like Oscar thought like that, even if he wasn’t exactly aware of it. Isaac must think like that too; if Raj cared about Oscar more than he originally thought, then surely Oscar had been underestimating how much Isaac cared for them as well.

"But now you know I'm weird...or weirder."

"What? I don't think it's weird or you're weird for thinking that." Oscar reached out and Grabbed Raj's shoulders on each side; he wasn't quite sure himself what he was trying to accomplish with said action, but he went along with it as he kept speaking.

"I know you think I'm stupid, and you're right, but I do a lot of Dumb stuff since I think it would be the best for all of Us. For you Guys. I didn't know that it would hurt you instead.." Oscar turned his head slightly to look away as he thought about the almost heartbroken feeling he had right before stealing the toy; the determination he had when standing on the train tracks, ready to destroy that monster once and for all. His friends, or how he felt about them, were always a fuel to the Fire of his Dumb Decision-making Brain.

"I'm sorry for making you worry and being the biggest Idiot in the world. I just would do almost anything if it meant you guys would be okay..." He was trying at first to be Hyperbolical with his statement, until remembering it was true due to the fact that same night he just stood in front of a Speeding Train for them. He chuckled slightly in his own head as he looked back up at Raj, who was avidly focused on him and what he was saying. He could see a slight smile on their face, which made Oscar react by forming a grin of his own; just probably looked more stupid than Raj’s.

"I love you." Raj’s smile immediately dropped in exchange of a shocked expression with his face looking darker than it did before. Shit. Was that weird? Oscar had to have been weird if Raj was now staring at him like that. That was what Oscar felt at the moment, so he thought it would’ve been fine to say that. He guessed he was wrong, but still decided to question it anyway.

"...Was that too Far?" Oscar took his hands off of Raj’s shoulders and held them close to his own body. Raj quickly started to shake his head in a slight motion.

"No you're fine, man. I just didn't expect that." They stood in silence as Relief hit Oscar in the face. He didn't do anything that Raj considered weird; or maybe it was weird, but Raj didn’t mind it being weird. He didn't exactly ask if it was weird or not...He was so caught up in his mind of 'Was it actually weird or Not' question, he didn't notice Raj going in for a Hug until he felt their Arms wrapped around him and his face dug into Oscar’s shoulder.

"I love you too though." Oh...Well that answered Oscar’s question pretty clearly, but Oscar cared more about softly hugging Raj back than whatever he was originally questioning. He never felt like he's gotten a hug similar to this before. The only person who commonly hugged him was his own Mother, and her hugs were always the type to make it hard to even breathe. This? This was way more gentle and yet just as comforting; maybe even more comfortable since he could breathe as fast or slow as he wanted. It was like when he covered himself in a soft blanket as he went to bed, warm and made it incredibly easy to let his mind drift off to sleep...Which was exactly what happened after. He fell asleep on Raj’s shoulder and body, still vividly hearing the last conversation that happened in the night.

"He fell asleep like that?" A new voice in the distance behind them, or Oscar, spoke after a while of silence between the two.

"Isaac? How long have you been there- or well awake?"

"For a while- You guys aren't as quiet as you think." Isaac sounded less annoyed and more playful, which was unusual for the person who had the biggest pet peeve about being woken up too early.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want to Ruin the Special moment you guys were having." Oscar was confused how Isaac could’ve ruined their conversation, but didn't bother or even think to Ask. The only way he would have "ruined" it, in Oscar’s mind at least, would be to just admit he didn't care about them; which Oscar doubted Isaac would ever say after being wrong about how much Raj cared about them.

"...You need help carrying him back?"

"No- I'll be fine getting him back on my own." Raj placed one of his hands on the Back of Oscar’s head as he slowly dragged Oscar to presumably his sleeping bag. Oscar almost felt stupid for letting Raj slowly carry him back, but his brain was too tired to judge himself for Liking it.

"Oh- And about what you guys were saying earlier, I care about you guys too." Oscar couldn't help but smile despite one of his cheeks being smushed on Raj's shoulder. His friends still Cared for him despite everything his Idiot brain pulled. In fact, he considered his relationships between them now were even better than before.

#This was WAY Longer than I intended #but it's fine #fazbear frights #fnaf out of stock #fnaf oscar #fnaf raj #fnaf isaac #fnaf fetch

[the-crowe-and-the-magpie]

I would very like to know how Rocky Horror rescued you from an abusive relationship please

Hello there! Bless you for paying such close attention to my reblogs.

So. Up until 9th grade I had never seen the movie/a production of RHPS. I was a pastor's kid, pretty sheltered, and really not into antics and noise for the sake of antics and noise.

My best friend at the time and I had recently decided to try dating one another, after our first kiss on my 16th birthday and several conversations about possibly caring more for each other than just as friends, possibly being bi, etc.

We had to sneak around and pretend we were still just friends, being in a tiny, conservative town. I was particularly anxious about keeping the secret and by then, she had started accusing me of faking actually liking her, of wanting to date boys more than I wanted to date her, being fake bi, etc, etc. She even threatened a couple of times to tell people about us, and because she was related to every other person in town, and I was the pastor's kid, this would've spelled big trouble.

But I was lonely and still figuring myself out and she'd been my only friend since I was 11, so I stuck around. She grew more and more possessive, and threatened physical violence, which she was more than capable of, being a lot larger than me.

A few weeks before Halloween, a local movie theatre advertised that it was going to put on an interactive Rocky Horror showing/performance, where people came dressed as characters, watched the movie, and basically wrecked havoc to each other and the theater, as is tradition in showings of RHPS.

She wanted to go, and I at first agreed, more out of fear of making her angry than actual desire to see the show. Like I said, all I knew about it at the time was that theatres typically got trashed, there was a lot of weird sex stuff in the movie, and that it tended to get loud and messy. At 16, all of that stuff made me extremely uncomfortable.

So thinking I was adequately preparing myself for the night in question, I watched the movie a few nights before. And just THAT was enough to convince me that I didn't want to be in the environment of the theatre with people singing and yelling and throwing things, and wasn't sure what my parents would think of the transvestite aspect of it, or all of the sexual situations (remember, I was a naive pastor's kid). And I told her all that point blank.

She was FURIOUS. I held my ground, though now she actually did start banging on the hood of my car if she saw me in the school parking lot, cornering me at my locker, and REPEATEDLY threatening to tell my parents what we'd been up to (we never had sex, but we made out every chance we could and that would be enough to damn me, I was sure). On two occasions, she actually managed to get me alone, and beat me up just enough to hurt me and get her message across, but not enough for me to prove anything if I dared tell anyone.

What ended up happening was, I used the pressure she was putting on me seemingly about the movie to break up with her/end our friendship, citing the physical violence and manipulation to my parents and HER parents, as the reason.

It stayed ugly for a long long time after that, and I was still scared every time I saw her, and she still tried to guilt me into hanging out with her for nearly a year after that, but yeah. That's the gist of it.

So basically now, I'm still not a big fan of Rocky Horror Picture Show, but I have loosened up a bit and am on much better terms with my sexuality, and all the abuse I suffered with this girl, even instances I didn't think were abusive until looking at them years later. And now I can have fun singing along to all the songs and enjoy the movie for just being weird.

TL;DR Rocky Horror Picture Show made me break up with an abusive girlfriend and made me come to terms with being bisexual.

@rapidashmascot

#this was way longer than i intended #but thank you so much for asking!!! #i like the movie now btw #rocky horror picture show #shut up sarah #asks #oh my friends my friends dont ASK me #rhps #sexuality #bisexuality #personal #abuse tw #emotional abuse #physical abuse #rapidashmascot

[e1ectrostatic]

since i’m coming back i also feel obliged to make an informal update post; not for anyone in particular, just as a sort of digital diary entry. ramble about the past 2+ years and what i wanna do now under the readmore

i know in retrospect, 2 years or so is not a long time at all, but it still Feels like forever ago since i attempted to be active on tumblr, mostly because of how different my interests and priorities are now. so i still think it warrants a word dump

in the past 2+ years since i’ve last been active on tumblr, i’ve let new things come along and alter my brain chemistry. 2 years ago, i was really into posting oso-san fanart, but i’m no longer interested in participating in that fandom (or what’s left of it), so i’m letting myself move on to other stuff. i was also into posting ocs, but my investment in that has died quite a bit. it’s now an interest i’d prefer to indulge privately, if at all. i was also into warrior cats, but again, that interest died down and i want to focus on other stuff. i think the only things about my activity that won’t change is posting cringe and reblogging random shit i find funny

as for what i’m currently invested in, i’m mostly into identity v now, and will most probably be an idv-centric blog. but i do still want this blog to include some general interests and personal posts as well. i’m too lazy to maintain a bunch of sideblogs. another way i’ve changed is, i haven’t discovered i’m fictionkin (that discovery was a longer time ago), but its prominence in my life grew substantially, to a point i can’t hide it without feeling suffocated. so i’m gonna use this blog as an outlet for that part of myself as well. when i was first getting into idv i never thought itd put me in the blender this bad but here i am... look how i turned out... anyway i’m also into genshin impact now, and idk how much of that i’ll post or reblog, but it rots my brain so i won’t eliminate the possibility. i can’t think of any other interests prominent enough that it’d be safe to guess it’d be a focus of this blog... i think i’ll just let my impulses guide me amen. okay fr though i’m a hodgepodge of random interests and whims so my friends and anyone who decides to follow this page are just gonna have to deal with that

as for how i’ve changed as a person, um.. scratches head... i’ve changed a lot, but not at all. my art improved a lot, i think. i’ve gone through lots of fictionkin-related self discovery and introspection that put me in the blender, and also my gender has done more cartwheels than i can count. i’ve grown up a little bit (as much as one can do when aging from 17-20 LMAO) and had many experiences, good and bad. going forward, i hope to get out of my shell more and feel free to interact with people. i also hope to become more comfortable existing online in general, and let go of the extreme lurker impulse. i discovered a lot of very skilled artists on twitter, as well as discovered very cool communities! i want in on that, and hopefully one day i can shake off the shyness

ok thats it i think... o7

#txt #this was way longer than i intended #but thats ok (100 emoji) #mayhaps i'll make the new pinned post tomorrow

[ionlytalktodogs]

Having a really hard time rn so if you'd feel comfortable may I request some of the 2AM rambles I've come to know you for? Dunno if this is inappropriate or not

So sorry it’s been like 20 hours since you sent this ask 😭 I didn’t see it bc I was ✨on a date✨ which I’ll get to in a sec

First of all, and this goes to everyone ever, send me any ask you want to. Just send it. If I think it’s rude or inappropriate I’ll just delete it. Never be scared to send me an ask I’m very open to asks

Second, I’m sorry you’re having a hard time 💞 I hope things get better. It’s not 2am but I have to get up early tomorrow so here is my midnight ramble about the last couple days.

So if anyone is not up to date on my lore I move into college in less than a week, which is WILD btw literally never thought I’d even be accepted to a college and now I’m not only accepted to my dream school but I’m moving in in less than a week? Hot damn.

So like my school has orientation but they broke up all the freshmen into groups? That are called primers? God I hope no one from my school is reading this. Anyway in my primer group is me, this kid who has 20 3DS(es?) that they’re bring to school to just…hand out to people(????), and my crush who I’m gonna refer to as this little blue diamond emoji 💠 bc it makes me think of them.

💠 and I are doing that sort of Lesbian Flirting thing where you’re both obviously interested in each other but worried that the other one is just being nice and you don’t wanna fuck it up so you’re like nooo I can’t just say how I feel bc she might just be a super nice person! We’re both constantly like “you’re so attractive I’d make out with you right now but no homo” (we are both lesbians) and it’s. But then today we agreed to be Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy for Halloween? And there’s like…nothing gayer than that so? Idk.

We went to the mall together on a Date-That-Wasn’t-Actually-a-Date-Because-We’re-Both-Into-Each-Other-But-Don’t-Want-to-Say-it-Because-What-if-She’s-Just-Being-Nice and that was cool bc…idk…I worry a lot about how ppl view me as a wheelchair user. Like…idk! It’s just. Hard! But 💠 is also disabled and it was just cool to hang out with another disabled person. Very cool <3

We have been texting 24/7. Just texting our thoughts to each other, texting about comics we like, texting about the eternal emptiness we feel inside from having to be away from each other until we move in next week (yes we’re very melodramatic). We only live like an hour and a half away from each other so it’s not like it’s long distance by any means but we don’t have time to drive to each other before moving in bc packing and the like. Also…we literally move in in less than a week lmao it makes sense to just wait

My new wheelchair bag came today and she offered to embroider it for me and I’m like 😭 that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I might be giving her Mercane, at least to borrow, bc she has arthritis and has been wanting to try a folding cane for a while but they’re kinda pricy

Anywayyy my friend and I made a disabilities club for the school which is wild bc we haven’t even moved in yet lol but it’s taken off a lil bit. Right now it’s only freshmen but after we move in I wanna try to have like…meet ups and stuff. Hopefully then more upperclassmen will join! Love being around disabled ppl.

Also my roommate is super cool. He dyed his hair green so we match ✌️😭 so cool. He’s giving me his old Monster High DS game 💕💞💖💗

Also my bestie and I are finally gonna get to hang out!!!! I wish we were in the same primer 😔 but it’s okay bc we’ll hang out after the orientation anyway.

I made 30 or so kandi bracelets with the name of our school and I’m just gonna…give ‘em out at orientation. Way overkill? Yes. A little weird? Indeed. Am I doing it anyway? Absolutely.

I’m also low key famous now for something kind of embarrassing but that’s a ramble for another time.

#this was way longer than I intended #and this is not even half of what’s happened #it’s been a wild ride #a really enjoyable one tho #I’m really happy right now

[so-long-soldier28]

I was watching a Avengers and I thought of Kai. If you do watch them, which character do you think is the most similar to him. Would he be a hero or a villain?

So I've only seen about half of the MCU.😭 There's so many, I find it hard to keep up. (I've seen the Iron Man(s), Captain America(s), the first two Avengers, the first movies of Ant Man, Spiderman, and Black Panther, Black Widow, and Hawkeye and the Sam/Bucky show what's it called.) [Not like you asked for all that.] But can answer from the characters I know!

First off, I would love to see him be a hero, but I think he'd be a villain. (Maybe he'd end up like one of the villains that some of the heroes learn to love [like Bucky].) Or, he's one of those villains that has a specific skill that the heroes end up needing to defeat the Even Bigger Villain, which puts him in the gray area. But generally, I think he would kind of piss off most of the Avengers, and he might be a little too sociopathic for their style.😅 (I can picture Tony Stark losing his absolute shit if Kai makes one more snarky comment.)

As for similarities with the Avengers, I can see a couple to whom he's alike. I think he has a lot of the same boy-ish behaviors as Peter Parker. (ha, and they have the same last name.) They're both still really young and learning how to adapt to their new realities. (Peter becoming Spiderman; Kai escaping the PW & then becoming coven leader.) They both have someone in their life who they seem to look to for guidance, despite that person not always having patience with them. (Peter with Tony; while it's not explicitly stated, Kai's always seen hanging around Damon, regardless if the man wants his company or not [6x16; 8x13]). Lastly, back on the boy-ish behaviors point, both have a girl they're trying to impress, and both have things that make them really excited in a child-like manner. (Peter with Legos and the Spiderman suit; Kai with Twitter and his spells, every time he's given the chance to have magic.) (And let's not forget about Kai's stash of Alex Rodriguez baseball cards.)

Aside from Peter, I mentioned Bucky earlier. Kai is similar to him in the way that he was a killer at one point, but then tried to redeem himself. To some, no attempt at redemption was enough to warrant forgiveness, but some others grew lenient / grew to accept him. (Tony will never forgive him for killing his parents, but Bucky had the support of everyone who fought for him in Civil War. He became very close with Sam later on. Kai, unfortunately, had his redemption arc stripped from him, but if it were given, I could see him and Damon being at least frenemies. In season 8, Caroline hears him out about his childhood, and had he not later tried to kill the twins again, I think they could've connected through that. Other characters, like Bonnie and Alaric, will never forgive Kai.) The only other similarity that I think these characters share is tragic backstories.

Finally, I have one last point to make, being that for some reason, Kai gives me Clint Barton vibes, but I think that's entirely just because both characters can be sassy. Clint always manages to make me laugh, as does Kai, and I think that's the only reason they are alike. Maybe it's also the bow and arrow, considering one is Hawkeye and the other used this weapon for one scene and never again. I can't explain my thinking here, it's just pure vibes. 😅 Kai certainly would not have the same stable relationship nor amount of kids, but both characters sure are sassy. The similarities start and end there.

So... I definitely did not mean to make this this long, and I hope I even answered what you were asking, lmao. But I think, in summary, he's most like Peter Parker, but like... sociopathic... Maybe Kai would be in an Avengers movie where Peter has to fight his evil twin. 😂 Maybe by the end of said movie, Peter manages to get through to him, or Kai's denied his redemption arc again and gets even more murder-y. (Actually, that concept might be fun to explore.)

Anyway, thank you for the ask, and sorry for the long-winded reply! It took me a day because I had to think about it, but I might've thought too hard. (But hey, it was fun to think about!)

#asks #the vampire diaries #the avengers #is peter even considered an avenger? #this was way longer than i intended #idk what happened #but it was fun

[saccharic]

@ichoric – metis and athena starter

athena's keys jingle as they hang on the door, a box of freshly baked sweet bread and pink carnations in one arm and her bag and coffee in the other. she kicks the door closed, making sure it closes soft and gentle in the same way her mother is so she doesn't wake her if she's asleep. she walks to the main room, putting everything down on the table and getting herself together. she thumbs the petals of the flowers, relishing in the soft feeling against her fingers, she recalls her persephone's tales of flowers and how these symbolize a mother's love. at least that's what she remembered, when she walked past them on her way back from buying breakfast for metis and athena to indulge in. she hopes, prays to hera herself that her mother will enjoy the sentiment and not think it too much for a child she barely knows.

athena picks up the paper cups of coffee, taking them to the kitchen where she picks out mugs to pour it in. always a focus on perfection, always divisive and deliberate in her way of being. she pours the steaming coffee in the cups, placing them on a wonderful little tray, and decides to place a cup of sugar along with a pitcher of cream to match. grabbing a plain plate to put the bread on, she looks over the serving she's created, adjusting the placement of things and how the coffee has spilled over a bit, before deciding it's to her standards for her mother.

in all honesty, metis's arrival had shattered the mask of indifference and detachment athena had unknowingly put on. she had never been so nervous and so unsure in trying to please someone, not even her father and that's saying something. as confident as the goddess was, insecurity had found a place in her in how metis felt about her, she wanted... no, needed to prove that she was worth it. it showed.

taking the tray to the breakfast nook she had placed in front of the tall windows in kitchen, athena quickly returned to the table with her bag and the flowers when she heard the creaking of a door signaling metis's awakening. busying herself with arranging the flowers, she feigned indifference and carelessness in the steps approaching her before turning her head slightly in the direction. " good morning mama, did you sleep well ? "

#ichoric #like #what the fuck #this was way longer than i intended #ath is so annoying shes like yea i spent the past 2 hours making sure breakfast is perfect and beautiful for us but i dont care #its just a little thing i put together no worries. #* ˖ ·ﾟ✰◞ 𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑨 ╱ 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔.

[thatthingsittinginthecorner]

I wish I was a boy. Not in the transgender way, I am comfortable with my pronouns but in the, "I wish people would take me seriously" way. The way that when I claim there is a problem others listen. Or when I'm feeling angry I am taken as assertive, instead of just being ignored because it "must be that time of the month". The way that I can have shoulder length hair that I could tie into a little ponytail and actually look good. The way that I would wear a single crystal necklace and get the girls to tell me all about astrology without being labelled as "the basic girl", or wear a cool jacket and be able to go gaming with the guys without being labelled as "the pick me bitch" I want guys to listen when I talk. I want girls to appreciate my opinion. I want to be able to have a sense of humour without people calling me "a tryhard" I want to be able to walk in the streets feeling safe. I would feel comfortable with my body insecurities, as they are called "hot" in a male body. I want to ramble on about anything and for girls to find me attractive. I want to be a boy because then swearing would be more "acceptable". I want to wear black shirts and lace up boots and actually look good in them. I want to get tattoos and not get shamed for it. I wish I was a boy.

#cw vent #vent post #i'm so confused #am i making sense #probably not #sorry guys #i'll recover #possibly #this was way longer than i intended

[your-local-vampire]

you know what? i know all of tumblr is obsessed with ed (and I get it, the trauma and wet cat energy is captivating) but I am a stede girlie. i too harbor unmanageable amounts of guilt day after day for shit that doesn't matter anymore. i too am constantly trying to compensate for my lack of experience in a skill i love and i hate myself for it. i embarrass myself constantly. i dont know how to maintain loving relationships. i've been bullied more times than i can count for liking unconventional methods of presentation, or not knowing the inside knowledge and nuance of something, or most frequently just not being cool or tough or masculine enough. I am cringey. I am queer. I am insecure, scared, stupid, but I live on despite it anyways and i think that's such an important message to teach other queers, especially camp queers.

#anyways this was way longer than intended it to be but yeah #ed is great but stede is always who I will connect with most #ofmd #ofmd s2 #our flag means death #blackbeard #black beard #ed teach #edward teach #stede bonnet #rant

[tadfool]

thinkin about Astarion mending Wyll's clothes for him but also embroidering something on them when he does. I imagine with all the fighting and traveling Wyll ends up with rips and holes in his clothes pretty often and eventually Astarion gets sick of watching him walk around in tattered clothes (most people likely wouldn't even notice but of course Astarion isn't most people). the first couple times he does it he just mends the damages and gives it back, but maybe one time Wyll ends up with a particularly large rip in his shirt and Astarion decides to take the opportunity to cover the damage with a small bit of embroidery to tidy up the repair. Wyll thanks him for repairing his shirt (again) but then he notices the embroidery and pauses for a moment in both surprise and marvel. "did you do this?" he says, carefully running his thumb over the delicate stitches, he knew it was a bit of a stupid question but he couldn't seem to think of anything else to say. (cont. under the cut bc this got kinda long)

"it was a pretty nasty rip, even with my skillful hands," Astarion flashes Wyll a suggestive grin to emphasize his innuendo but Wyll is still to busy admiring the embroidery in his hands, "I wasn't able to make the repair look presentable on its own, but a bit of embroidery does well enough to cover it up"

"it's beautiful." Wyll breathes.

"yes, well, you're welcome." Astarion retorts, his voice thick with snark to hide how much Wyll's earnest praise flustered him.

Wyll chuckles and thanks him again before they part ways.

the next time Astarion repairs some of Wyll's clothes when he returns the item Wyll once again notices a small patch of embroidery but this time it's somewhere totally unrelated to the damaged area. it's lovely, and he spends a moment admiring it before giving Astarion a questioning look. "there was a stain, I couldn't wash it out so I just covered it up. you're welcome, by the way." Astarion defends, and it's almost believable. it might have been more believable if it didn't keep happening.

every time Wyll hands over a damaged piece of clothing to be repaired, it's returned to him with some new embroidery adorning it. it starts off subtle but after some time he has a collage of embroidery along his left pant leg, starting at his hip and extending further down towards his knee with every repair. the collar and both shoulders of his shirt are adorned with delicate designs in colourful thread. he also, notably, becomes a bit more careful in battle, not wanting to damage Astarion's embroidery.

once, an opponent manages to graze his shoulder with their blade, the cut isn't deep but it slices through his shirt. and through the embroidery. as soon as he glaces over and catches sight of the torn thread, he's furious. he dispatches the enemy quickly and rather ungracefully. when he hands the shirt over to Astarion to be repaired he's positively dejected. "swiped at my shoulder, I didn't manage to deflect it in time, cut straight through the embroidery..."

Astarion clicks his tongue, assessing the damage, "no respect for craftsmanship these days..."

when he returns the shirt most of the old design has been picked out and replaced with a new one. a simpler design, Wyll notes, likely easier to repair if it were to get damaged again. he admires it with the same appreciation as the first. "is your shoulder alright, by the way?" Astarion asks rather suddenly.

"hm? oh, yes, barely grazed it. nothing a bandage and a night or two's rest won't fix."

"good." the silence that follows is almost palpable. so many unspoken words, concern, affection, hanging in the space between them. "well. do try to be more careful." Astarion finally says, then hastily adds "at this rate I'm going to run out of thread before I get a chance to get more."

Wyll smiles softly at him. (so softly it makes Astarion's chest ache) "of course." (the idea that Astarion cares about his safety makes Wyll's chest ache as well)

#holy shit this ended up. way longer than I originally intended #concept had a mind of its own #sorry my bloodpact brain worms took over #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #wyll ravengard #astarion #astarion ancunin #wyllstarion #bloodpact #bloodfrontier

[nickfowlerrr]

all i want

pairing: andy barber x curvy!reader

words: 1.7k

warnings: 18+ only. cockwarming. little tiny bit of teasing. liiiittle bit of a daddy kink.

notes: shockingly enough, this was meant to be a drabble. it very much is not. enjoy!

inspired by this txt post, this is one of seven characters i’m writing this prompt of sorts for. thank you in advance for reading and as always, reblogs and comments and welcome and so appreciated.

It’s all perfectly innocent to start the night, really it is. Your yearly tradition of watching Miracle on 34th Street after trimming the tree is one that neither of you would want to skip out on. And so far this season, between the trial that has had Andy so stressed and your long shifts at the hospital, there has been quite a bit you’ve ended up skipping.

You paid to have the Christmas lights strung up instead of decorating yourselves, the Christmas tree this year came from the grocery store parking lot Andy passed on his way home yesterday instead of the tree farm you always went to to chop down your own, and your annual Christmas Eve party is a no go this year, too. You’re both too busy, too stressed, too tired.

Andy sits on the couch, getting the movie ready to play, while you’re in the kitchen. You slide the bowl of cookie dough you whipped up into the fridge to chill for an hour or two before baking right as the kettle begins to whistle.

You walk back over to the stove, moving it off the burner before carefully pouring the boiling water into the waiting mugs of coco powder.

“Andy, do you want marshmallows?” you call, knowing your voice will carry into the next room. You stir the powder as you wait for his response, plopping a few mini marshmallows into your mug before your face scrunches up a bit. You turn, ready to peek into the living room to repeat yourself, and jump a bit as you’re met with Andy leaning in the doorway.

His arms are crossed over his chest and you are momentarily distracted by how big his arms look in his sweater. You know it’s soft and you can’t wait to cuddle into him and finally have a chance to relax while you watch the movie.

Your eyes flit to his and then you finally see the look of incredulity on his handsome, bearded face. You’re about to ask him what’s wrong, but he speaks before you can.

“Did you just call me Andy?” he asked, sounding disgusted and a little distraught.

You gape a moment, thinking back to what it was you said, and almost immediately realize that you indeed did. You flounder for only a second before shaking your head, “No,” you lie, “I dont think so.”

“Yes,” he states, pushing off the doorframe and starting toward you, “you did.”

You back up, bumping into the counter behind you as he stalks closer. You fight your smile as a thrill runs through you when he cages you in, his arms either side of you as he stands right before you. He leaves almost no space between you and you can see in his eyes what you’re sure he can see in yours.

Longing, desire, and maybe just a hint of desperation…

It’s been two weeks since you have had anything close to alone time together. Your shifts have been all over the place and you’re either heading to work as Andy is coming home, or leaving just as he gets up to start getting ready for his day. Even your weekends have been taken over. Andy has been working nonstop, but you both promised each other that this weekend would be just for you two. No work, no parties, no distractions. The closest thing to intimate you’ve gotten in two weeks has been your parting kisses. You’ve only shared the bed a few days this past week and you’ve both been so exhausted that the furthest you’ve gotten has been cuddling.

So right here and now, that look in his eyes, you know you’re both thinking about the same thing.

“I’m sorry,” you offer in your attempt to appease him.

“You’re sorry …,” he prompts, waiting for you to address him.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” you press against him, a smile playing on your lips. “Babe…honey…love,” you continue with the pet names, your fingers dancing across his sweater clad chest before you lean in real close, your lips against his ear before you whisper breathily, “Daddy.”

The sharp breath he takes at the title has you biting your lip to stop the smirk threatening to break out.

You let a hand come up, squeezing the back of his neck gently before your fingers find his hair, almost playing with it as you massage his neck a bit. Andy drops his head as his eyes close under your touch, pressing you back against the counter as he leans into you. He lets out a heavy sigh as your other hand comes up to cup his cheek.

“You’re so tense,” you say, leaning in to kiss him softly. He returns the kiss, his arms coming closer and wrapping around you, pulling you flush to him.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs against your lips, your noses brushing.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you kiss him gently once more before letting him go, turning back around to the mugs of coco waiting for you.

Andy doesn’t let you go, just watches as you finish making the cups.

You lean your head back, “marshmallows?” you ask again, earning a smile and a nod from him.

-

The still warm mugs of hot chocolate are on the coffee table before you as you snuggle into Andy.

That tingle you got earlier in the kitchen still hasn’t gone away as you hug Andy, his arm holding you to him in turn.

You don’t want to force anything. You’re both tired, that’s obvious, but god, you miss him. All of him.

You don’t even really want to have sex right now, you just want to be closer. You need him closer.

His eyes are open but you can see the exhaustion in the slightest squint of his eyes as he watches the screen. You lean up, pressing your lips delicately against his exposed throat, once, twice, three times as you work your way up.

“Mmm,” he breathes deeply, holding back a moan under your attention. “Baby,” he warns.

“I know,” you say, a hand rising to stroke his hair as you sit up and move into his lap. “I know, I’m tired, too. We don’t have to do anything,” you let your head rest against his, your noses brushing once more, “I just… I just want to feel you,” you speak so quietly but he can hear the plea in your voice and it squeezes his chest. And he can’t lie and say that the desperation he hears isn’t turning him on a bit, either.

If you want to feel him, he’ll make sure you feel him.

Your hands are lightly in his hair, holding his head as you lean in to kiss him. One kiss, you breathe into him as you pause against each others lips, then another, and another, before your tongue licks into his mouth. He sucks on you lightly before his tongue takes over, his effortless dominance always winning out.

You can feel him growing beneath you and you feel yourself growing slicker in turn.

You pull away from his kiss reluctantly to stand and rid yourself of your pajama pants, while he drags his sweats down. His cock is hard and you inhale sharply at the sight. It’s only been two weeks but you’d almost forgotten just how big he really is.

You hold his shoulder, his hands coming to your chubby waist as you come back to your spot on his lap. You’re on your knees, straddling him as you position yourself above him. One of his hands comes to his cock, the other sliding down your curves as he grips your hip.

He moves his dick up and down your pussy, playing with your wetness as your eyes shut in delight at the feeling, your hands squeezing his shoulders.

He gets himself wet with your slick before he lines the head of his cock up to your entrance. His hand on your hip urges you down, and you slowly sink onto his thick length. You moan in unison as you take him in, a “fuck” leaving Andy’s lips when the first inch of him was finally inside of you.

His hand is holding you, his thumb rubbing the soft, blemished skin of your hip as he urges you to take more of him with his sweet praises.

“You take me so well, baby. Just a little bit more, I know you can do it. Doing so good, sweetheart. Always so fucking good,” he full on moans the last few words as you sit fully on his strong lap with a whimper. He’s seated completely inside of you as you bury your head in his neck.

You feel his lips as he kisses your head, his hand rubbing your back soothingly while the other lightly kneads your thick thigh.

You sigh heavily, relaxing into him as you rest your head against his chest, your velvety walls squeezing his cock of their own volition every so often, earning moans from both of you as he keeps you full of him, the movie still playing as you try to focus on that instead.

But you’re so tired, and so content in Andy’s hold, the pleasure and closeness enough to lull you asleep, you do just that. The cookies can wait until tomorrow.

Andy is smiling to himself as he holds you, he hasn’t been this relaxed since before the start of his current trial. Because with you this close, he’s calm and more than content. This is what he’s been needing. You.

He tenses just a little when your walls squeeze him again, a soft moan slipping past your lips. He moans quietly in turn, still holding you tight.

A moment passes and he has to laugh at the soft snore that leaves you next. He doesn’t want to leave your warmth just yet, he wants to feel you - it’s been too long. So he’ll finish the movie and then he’ll bring you to bed. You’ll cuddle and sleep in each other’s embrace, and all the while he’ll be sure to keep you full of him.

And when you wake up in the middle of the night with his cock still inside of you, your wetness leaking out from around his thick length, he won’t mind one bit about getting woken up by you fucking yourself stupid on his cock. He’s all yours, whenever you want him. And he still owes you for your teasing in the kitchen. He’ll make sure to show you exactly just how much Daddy has missed you.

#i woke up at 6:20 am and this is how i spend my morning? #idk how long the others will be but this def got way longer than i intended lol #andy barber x curvy!reader #andy barber x reader #andy barber x plus size!reader #andy barber smut #andy barber fluff #andy barber

[freakadr0id]

Oh my GOD, I just realized why Donnie acts so weird in Man vs. Sewer. I always thought his behavior was odd in that episode, particularly in his nonchalance towards finding and saving Raph - but I had the most random thought occur to me during work that TOTALLY explains it. I'm sure some people have probably pointed this stuff out already, but I wanted to put this out there anyway.

The episode 'Man-vs-Sewer' is a personal favorite of mine. I love the episodes where the boys are just goofing off, and this episode is that plus some. We see get to see the boys having fun for a bit at the start of the episode, but it also adds a bit more depth to some of the turtles. We see a really surprising side to Raph's character with his fear of being alone, and Leo gets to shine a bit as a leader and hint at his true potential.

However, I was always a bit puzzled by the way Donnie and Mikey were written in this episode. As a rule, Rise is pretty good about keeping its characters, well, in character, so their behavior struck me as kind of strange, particularly Donnie's.

If there is one thing Rise NAILS about Donnie's character is showing that despite struggling with emotions and empathy, he is still NOT AN ASSHOLE. Donnie genuinely and deeply loves his family - he just has a hard time expressing it externally.

'Man-vs-Sewer' kind of stood out to me as an exception to that, however. At this point, Donnie's care for his brothers is an undisputed fact, so why does he seem so unconcerned about finding Raph after being separated? Even for Donnie, this seems like an ooc level of indifference towards the well-being of his brother (at least that's how I saw it).

Except, it isn't. In fact, this episode only reinforces that Donnie does care for his family, it's just a *bit* harder to see here.

One thing many neurodivergent people struggle with is a sudden change in plans. When they expect to do something that day it can be very difficult for some neurodivergent people to deal with it emotionally and can lead to immense frustration or even shutdowns. Since Donnie is confirmed to be, at the very least, autistic coded, this would absolutely apply to him as well.

The turtles planned to have a nice, relaxing day floating along New York's sewers and enjoying a small break from all the stress of finding the Dark Armor. No fighting, no mystic metal, no foot clan. Just a calm day of fun without a care in the world - only for it to be ruined by a bad pass and a lost brother.

I know if my plans were ruined like that, I would be in an absolutely FOUL mood. It can be hard to transition into a different mindset when the expectations for the day change like that, and it can make anyone frustrated, but Donnie doesn't appear to be that way. In fact, he's acting extremely casual.

Even though everything he was going to do today was upended and his brother is now missing in the New York sewers, why does Donnie seem so unconcerned about the whole situation?

Answer: It's a coping mechanism.

It would be very easy for him to be a bit more annoyed and frustrated at the whole situation (I definitely would be), but he isn't. Instead, he avoids getting overwhelmed and emotional by continuing through the day as if nothing has really changed.

The whole time they are finding Raph, Donnie behaves as if they are still on a peaceful, carefree mini-vacation. He makes snide jokes and jabs toward Leo, enjoys the drinks he brought in his shell, and constantly reminds the others that it is his "day off." If he can act as though he's still relaxing, it becomes easier to adjust to unexpected alterations in his day. This isn't Donnie being willfully inconsiderate towards Raph being lost and alone, this is just him trying to manage with the sudden changes the best he can in that moment.

If Donnie really was an uncaring asshole (as some may be inclined to believe given his apparent lack of empathy), he simply would have resumed their original plans, or been more vocally resistant to going after Raph. Instead, he joins his brothers in their search, and although he may not provide the best input for finding Raph because of his coping method (his brain is in "day off" mode which is why he keeps missing clues about Raph), he is still making an effort.

In a way, the episode which I thought portrayed a slightly out-of-character version of Donnie actually provides yet another example of how Donnie really loves his brothers, despite how it may seem on the surface.

~-~-~

(Actually, depending on the way you interpret his character, the same can be said for Mikey in this episode as well. Mikey is always a bit of a goofball in the show but in this episode, it is dialed up to 11. He also doesn't seem to much care or effort into finding Raph and acts like a child who managed to snag one of their parents' energy drinks. If we consider that maybe he is also struggling to adapt to the changes of the day, this could be him adopting a similar coping method to Donnie, it is just amplified because of his hyperactive behavior and personality.)

#damn I am continually impressed with how well Rise writes Donnie #seriously there are so many ways they could have really butchered his characterization #esp. as an autistic/autistic-coded character #but 9 times out of 10 the writers show that they *get* Donnie #and that they take time to consider how they portray his character in a healthy and positive manner #they have a couple missteps here or there #but overall Donnie is written just brilliantly #I hope I explained this well enough #I'm kind of thought dumping after this came to me in a vision during work #and I HAD to make this after I got home #shit this ended up way longer than I intended #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt donnie #rise donnie #rottmnt donatello #rise donatello #analysis #character analysis #I guess #not my greatest work #but it'll do #let's play the 'will it show up in the tags game?'