#build in the bond :^)

[nenoname]

With Stan constantly wanting Dipper to not take his shit and him relating to the Duchess, it really feels like Stan is projecting his wish of wanting to stand up against his own dad....

And while Stan always internalised the things Filbrick said to him, the fact that Stan decided to get that "daddy issues" book shows he's definitely aware he has major issues™️ so maybe one day he'll make progress...

(+ bonus Stan relating too much to Dipper and being painfully aware that he's putting them in danger...)

(Filbrick's impact on Stan post, Soos the Sonployee post)

[kensatou]

why are you as a man smiling like that at your temporary teammate who the nhl ships you with....

[birdiegray01]

Bruce gets Damian legos because he’s trying to connect with him and the two end up completely missing patrol because they were to busy building all of Gotham with the legos

[fanaticalthings]

Most children, once they've grown up and moved out, sometimes come back to visit their parents to use their house as a sort of personal grocery store

And with Bruce being a literal billionaire whose house is always stocked with food and supplies, the batkids (that aren't living in the manor) definitely visit just for the purpose of taking shit for themselves.

---

For Dick, it's just small things, food and maybe some utensils. Bruce is barely in the kitchen so he never notices dishes go missing, and there are like 10 other children in his house so literally any one of the younger kids could've stolen food in the middle of the night, so he doesn't bat an eye at all.

Babs probably steals Bruce's hardware or his tools from the batcave. Sometimes, if she's nice, she'll leave a note.

Steph probably takes shit that no one will notice at the time but will absolutely be annoyed about when they need said thing. Stapler, soap bars, the microwave plate, etc...(Taking after Jason, she steals the hub caps off the batmobile's tires)

However, for Jason, once his relationship with Bruce is somewhat decent, of course he's gonna be petty and start stealing the more expensive shit in the manor for his apartment. Jason's microwave is broken? The next day, the cave's self-made and enhanced microwave made by Bruce for convenience is just gone.

Jason's feeling a coffee maker for his place? The one in Bruce's study disappears, too.

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At first, Bruce thinks he's just sleep deprived, but then much bigger things start to go missing, like the whole TV and couch set in the living room. He assumes the younger kids are just playing pranks on him (sounds like something Stephanie would do) but then Bruce notices that the thief deliberately avoids stealing things from the kitchen, which is where Alfred is most of the time, and suddenly Bruce has an irritated clue on who the culprit is.

At first, he doesn't say anything, until one day he comes back, tired from a patrol, and is about to log in all the info on the computer only to realize his batchair is gone. That's when he texts Jason a blunt "If you really need things for your place, you can just ask me. I'll buy them for you." (As if Jason himself isn't loaded from his totally legal activities)

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So now Jason's pettiness levels increase tenfold, and oh, wouldn't you look at it, his bike needs some new tires, and he knows a great place to get some more.

One night, Bruce is just blearily getting up for a late night snack, only to see Damian scamper away with a...lamp? So Bruce immediately follows him into the foyer only to see ALL of his kids (sans the ones not living in the manor), trying to haul two arm chairs out the window, and they just stop dead silent to stare at him until someone whispers a nervous "Crap"

Bruce doesn't even have any energy to fight, he just pinches his nose and is all "What is the meaning of this" in his tired dad voice. And Duke meekly responds with "we wanted more chairs at Jason's place"

And suddenly it all makes sense. Not once did Bruce wonder how the HELL Jason managed to lug a whole 60in TV and a full couch set on his own in one night. Of course, he had accomplices. Bruce just turns right around and goes right the hell back to his room to sleep. He'll deal with this in the morning.

[lurukifennecfox]

Amity was... Odd

It always was even before the Fenton Portal, just more subtle, cold spots, newer electronics not working properly, older picking up things that weren't always there, things at the periphery that you can't see when you turn, shadows too dark, lights too dim.

Lake Eerie was named that for a reason. they knew to never swim alone, or at night without lights.

Then the portal happened and those who didn't adapt left. then the invasion and they thought they are going to just go back to new normal and...

The town refused to leave. Not the people the town itself, turned out Amity had a city spirit and she liked it in the Zone so they adapted, 'parkers always adapted if they didn't they left, this side of the veil or the other.

They managed to coax Amity to return and continued living, a little to the left, teeth a little too sharp, eyes a little too intense, hearing a little too good, but they adapted. They found out more ghost culture in the zone, some learned to fight, some decided not to. They weren't bothered by property damage anymore, the buildings would pull themselves back together and they would help.

Amity was always Odd it just wasn't subtle anymore.

[tanadrin]

Jamelle Bouie pointed out something a while back that I hadn’t realized before, which is that it took like fifteen years for Jim Crow to really develop after Reconstruction ended, and a big motivation was the growing and potentially politically powerful alliance between black people and lower-class whites. This had in part been spurred by the Panic of 1873 (demonetization of silver contracted the money supply and raised interest rates). It’s really not until the late 1880s/early 1890s that Jim Crow is entrenched. And of course a major pillar of Jim Crow is disenfranchising most whites, too: the “popular vote” in South Carolina in 1900 is about fifty thousand people total, in a state of 1.3 million.

[tare-anime]

It's winter now!

So the Forgers officially have been together for 6 months!

So much has happened. Like... surviving 3 bombs attempt, and 3 tornitrus bolts 😫😫😫

But they survived 💪

And they will continue to survive together!

[pratchettquotes]

"You know, I still think it would help if we thought of all this as a valuable opportunity," said Ridcully.

"That's true," said the Dean, sitting up. "It's not many times in your life you get the chance to die of hunger on some bleak continent thousands of years before you're born. We should make the most of it."

"I meant that pitting ourselves against the elements will bring out the best in us and forge us into a go-getting and hard-hitting team," said Ridcully. This view got no takers.

"I'm sure there must be something to eat," mumbled the Chair of Indefinite Studies, looking around aimlessly. "There usually is."

"After all, nothing is beyond men like us," said Ridcully.

"That's true," said Ponder. "Oh gods, yes. That's true."

Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent

[accidentcache]

Building ikea furniture with touya??? Something I have gots to see. And maybe hawks in the background giving out “advice” and commenting a on the progress.

this could either be so silly or rage inducing

"touya," you palm is flat as you hand it out towards him, holding two pieces of the desk you were currently building together with the other hand, "give me that piece."

touya is currently trying to piece together micellaneous parts together, sitting just off to the side of you. almost like a child being given a toy to keep him occupied while you get the main meat of the work done yourself. after the shelf incident, you were releuctant to let him help you but he wanted to help so bad.

bonding time babe.

i need to work on the mobility in my hands, remember?

you can't keep doing everything for me, i've gotta learn to do some stuff on my own!

well, when you let him build the shelf by himself-- it fell apart the second you tried to put something on it. he kept telling you he really tried, but you weren't convinced.

so you had him hand you the pieces you needed while you put together the desk purchased for his 'office' at home. and quickly you realize that he and keigo had picked out the most difficult desk available at the ikea closest to where the three of you live. you've been cursing in your head for the past twenty minutes to never let those two go furniture shopping without you ever again.

you let go of the two pieces in your hand once you realize they aren't fitting where you think they're going to. they clatter to the floor and touya watches them, barely flinching before his eyes meet yours. "i don't think those go there," he offers, not helping in the slightest.

your eyes narrow. even though he looks cute right now-- his hair has gotten longer since leaving rehab so it hangs in his eyes and he finally let you tie it up in a little pony tail on the top of his head-- you continue to glare at him. "thank you," you say through gritted teeth.

touya smiles-- infuriatingly cute and smug at the same time-- and you turn your head away before he can win you over.

the door to the front of the house opens, keigo kicks the snow off his shoes at the mat by the door before he calls out. the door opening brings a small chill to the rest of the room for a brief moment before it dissipates-- an added warmth of a particular blonde spreading throughout the living room when he leans against the doorway.

a murmur of interest leaves keigo's lips at the sight of you two. touya sits cross legged, fiddling with small screws and nuts, swinging an allen wrench around his fingers with a small smirk spread onto his lips. you look frustrated.

a small grin spread onto his lips. "babe, those pieces don't go together."

your eyes roll back with an agitated growl. "i know!" you can't help but snap at him.

but keigo eggs you on further. he moves more into the room, kneeling to grab a slab of the wood, holding it to the barely put together mess of a desk that is just barely put together in front of you. "this goes here, dove," he teases. "and that piece," he drags a finger along the slab that you had just recently gotten attached, "is on wrong."

you scowl and toss the instructions at him. "you put it together then!"

keigo cackles and touya can't help but chuckle. both of them can't help the way their faces fall however when you stand from your spot however, huffing and muttering to yourself. suddenly they realize you're not going to help put the desk together anymore-- and that's when they both chase after you with apologies and pleas and sweet talk.

does it work? yes. it always does.

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[aventurineswife]

Can we have the Wuwa men of your choice in a platonic familial relationship with a Collei-like reader who's power tends to go out of control and hugs end up being the main way they calm them down even if they end up getting hurt

A Heart Beneath the Storm

Tags: Jiyan x Reader, Yuanwu x Reader, Collei like Reader, Platonic Relationship, Familial Bond, Comfort, Mentor-mentee Dynamic, Emotional Support, Healing, Character Development, Protective, Trauma, Trust Building, Support System, Gentle Touch, Mutual Care.

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, Fear of touch, Emotional instability, Power struggles, Past abuse, Emotional breakdowns.

You had never known a home full of warmth—at least not until Jiyan came into your life.

The wind seemed to carry whispers of ancient winds whenever you stepped into the stronghold of the Midnight Rangers. It was a place of strict discipline and unwavering resolve, but there, amid the fortifications and stoic faces of soldiers, you found peace. Jiyan's leadership was beyond measure, and his calm was a fortress for everyone, especially you.

Having been an outcast for most of your life, your control over your powers had always been a volatile thing. Your resonance abilities were like the unpredictable storm—one second calm, the next surging with energy you couldn't manage. You’d learned to brace yourself and keep others at a distance. Touch was the most dangerous trigger, yet the one thing that soothed your soul was a simple embrace.

It was an afternoon, like any other, that Jiyan had found you in one of your more unstable states, the storm of power surging just beneath the surface. You knew it wasn’t safe for anyone to come near you; the air crackled with tension, and everything around you seemed to hum and vibrate in response to your emotions.

“Stay back, Jiyan,” you gasped, hands trembling as you tried to hold yourself steady. “I can’t control it!”

But Jiyan, in his calm and unyielding manner, was already stepping closer. His gaze was unwavering, his resolve even more so.

“You are not alone,” he said softly. “I am here.”

His hands reached out, and even as you recoiled instinctively, the intensity of your storm only grew. The emotions, the chaos—they threatened to overwhelm you, like a wave crashing on a shore.

But Jiyan didn’t stop. He gathered you in his arms, strong and warm, offering you the one thing you had been afraid of—touch. His embrace was steady, his presence grounding. Slowly, the energy within you settled. The electric crackle that had surged so wildly faded, and you could feel your breath steadying, the storm inside you dissipating.

“Shh… I’m here,” Jiyan whispered, his voice a steady, comforting rhythm. “You are safe now.”

The hug was not a simple act—it was a promise. A promise that even though the world might be full of unpredictability, you would always have a place in his arms, where you could find peace.

You, who had been cast aside, who feared the touch of others, found solace in Jiyan's quiet strength. In his embrace, you knew you had found a home, a family, in a place where your powers were not a burden but part of the bond you shared with him and the Rangers.

Training under Yuanwu was like stepping into the calm eye of a storm. Though his martial art was steeped in the fierce power of thunder and lightning, his demeanor was always composed, soft-spoken, and patient. You had come to his gym seeking guidance for your powers, powers that, like yours, often raged out of control when left unchecked.

Yuanwu had seen many people with volatile abilities before, but you were different. Your powers had a certain wild energy to them, like a fire too close to an explosive device. You feared losing control, as you had in the past, and pushing others away was your only defense. Yet Yuanwu never let you withdraw entirely. He would watch you with those wise eyes of his, always gentle, never hurried, allowing you to unravel your frustration with nothing but patience.

One day, after a particularly challenging training session, you were on the verge of collapse. Your power had flared out of control, and though you had tried to subdue it, it only seemed to spiral more. Yuanwu noticed this immediately.

Without a word, he approached you calmly, his arms extending as though they were a shield.

“You don’t have to fight this alone,” Yuanwu said, his voice carrying the same soothing cadence as a thunderstorm’s distant rumble.

Instinctively, you flinched, fearing that his touch might be too much for you, but Yuanwu did not pull back. His embrace was strong yet gentle, the weight of it not smothering, but supportive. The warmth of his body against yours helped steady your heartbeat. With every passing second, the tremors that had wracked your form started to ebb.

“You’re not broken,” Yuanwu whispered, his hands rubbing your back comfortingly. “You just need time, patience. And the right people to be by your side.”

Your powers, like a wild storm, slowly receded. You felt calmness spread through you—not because of any magic or external force, but because of Yuanwu’s unwavering belief in you.

He didn’t need words of grandiose reassurance. His actions spoke volumes. The silent, supportive hug became your lifeline—a reminder that even in your moments of fear and doubt, you were never alone.

Yuanwu remained a constant, not as a teacher who demanded perfection, but as a mentor who offered the space to grow, not just in strength, but in trust. Through his example, you learned the most important lesson of all: sometimes, the greatest strength lies not in unleashing a storm, but in learning when to let go, to accept the quiet moments in life, and to allow yourself to be cared for.

[piosplayhouse]

Wwx is the only mxtx main protagonist who would not be a my little pony fan. But he does own a 20% cooler shirt

[fayeandknight]

As a dog trainer I don't think there's a greater moment than when I help show someone how awesome their dog can be.

This mostly comes from agility training as that's one of my specialties. But I just adore those moments when the person asks their dog to do a thing and the dog goes all in. Especially in the beginning - the person is stunned and proud and giddy. I sing their praises and remind them that this is made possible by all the work they've done to create a good relationship between them and their dog.

I love watching people fall in love/be impressed with their dog.

[teethbomb]

just saw a bad take I need to smash and kill with a rock

[daily-selfship-questions]

Has your F/O(s) ever had to defend you from anything before? Have you ever had to step in and defend them from anything? Whether it be just a one-off foul comment or something that escalated further?

How did they/you soothe and comfort the other one afterwards?

[feroluce]

I know we mostly only get little hints of them throughout, but I really loved this interaction between these two? Like. I already talked about it from Dan Heng's side over here. But! I'm dying over this part about Boothill, and just how much he trusts and feels he can rely on Dan Heng!!

"Note," he says, about his casual identity theft fjkdlsajlk

Because when we first arrive on Penacony, March 7th and the Trailblazer are confused about the check in details. But Dan Heng caught on immediately.

It's stated multiple times in multiple ways: Galaxy Rangers generally work alone. Boothill is helping out Rappa because he owes her a favor, and shortly afterwards, he returns to his own Hunt. He coordinates with Robin and March 7th because he comes across them by happenstance. Dan Heng is the only person that Boothill purposely reaches out to, and he does it in a way that only Dan Heng would figure out.

And it works! Even though they aren't able to actually contact each other, Boothill's secret note left for Dan Heng is the first sign to him that something is amiss in Penacony, and to stay on guard. And it's only when Rappa says she's with Boothill that Dan Heng decides to truly trust her and lend her a hand.

The "sweet and melodious words" part is killing me fjkdlsjakfdja

Without the Nameless' aid, the Galaxy Rangers probably wouldn't have gotten nearly as far as they did. It was a group project. It took the combined effort of a lot of people. But it started here with these two! And even without being able to see or speak to each other, Boothill and Dan Heng somehow still manage to work together and make all of this happen! Off nothing but their belief in each other alone!!

When something big is going down, there is no one Boothill wants on his side more than Dan Heng, and that's just so!! SO!!! OUGH

[majimaisms]

i like that hc because it bypasses a fundamental problem present in anything ive been able to come up with, which is that if their meeting relied on one of them helping/saving the other it would mean the thing that kickstarted their friendship was gratitude/debt. but this can't be the case because they are TRUE equals. and for someone like majima to be truly equals with someone their dynamic has to *not* rely on doing each other favors. but this kind of playful "ill teach you how to not be so fucking annoying, which is something im doing for both our sakes" approach avoids that problem entirely. its perfect