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[catmanbowser]

more anita if you would be so kind.... 👀

I domt have new ones but i do have some old anitas laying around hehe

[kangofu-cb]

For the WIP game - I know I asked in my reblog but this way you can answer the ask with the snippet if you’d like.

Halfway House ch1-4 for me please!

Boy do I have news for you about how my brain rotates Clint Barton like a rotisserie chicken! Part time problem, full time blorbo

Anyway yeah he's in all of them XD

AH Halfway House, beloved, the fic that literally never ends!

Very crafty of you to ask for ALL of the chapters (though there are 5 and you only specified through 4 soooooooooooo)

I think one line/snippet per chapter should be fun!

James was watching him patiently, something soft in his gaze. “You told me not to get your name,” he reminded Clint gently, when it was clear that Clint wasn’t gonna come up with any kind of articulate response. “But I wanted to get somethin’.”

“Yeah,” James said. “I can’t imagine why anyone would trust you after you pull them out of a bad spot and give them a home. It’s a mystery.”  Okay, that level of sarcasm was a little unnecessary.

“Phil and Fury want to see you,” she signed, though the signs for ‘Phil’ and ‘Fury’ took him a second because what she’d actually said was [FRIEND] [BOSS] and [PIRATE] [SPY] instead of spelling their names.

They cared about each other, were family, but their relationship wasn’t the sort that lent itself to pampering. It was really more the sort that indulged in cheap vodka, card games that sometimes evolved into literal slap fights, and casual petty harassment. Like two semi-feral cats from the same hard-scrabble colony.

“Well,” Coulson said, clearly astonished (and Clint seriously hoped that Natasha was recording this for posterity), “I presumed there was a child. The rest is a surprise.”

BONUS LINE: “You beautiful idiot,” James said fondly.

[queeringclassiclit]

Which adaptation of Sherlock Holmes is the most queer?

*not including House M.D. because it's not really an adaptation, or any overtly queer pastiches like My Dearest Holmes or The Adventure of the Furtive Festivity because that's not really a fair contest

[cb-writes-stuff]

siffrin blast?

Siffrin blast?

Wait what does that mea—

[mimorobo]

HIIII

Btw so you asked fot my fav character, and I think it's Koffin-k ! He's just SO cool ! So silly ! I love him smmm ! And even if he's like a villain he's still kind and cares abt chara and he's just so awesome AHDVSHSVGSGSGSHSHQGQ

HI!! YES I TOTALLY TOTALLY AGREE!! He's such a goofy villain he can't even do his job right sometimes XD

And his dad vibes with Chara mean EVERYTHING to me!!! He cares!!! HE CARES SO MUCH!! He's AWESOME good choice!! :D

[to-dee-or-not-to-dee]

I want you to know that absolutely adore your old man CB and Baby/kid Slick so so so much. lmao

also out of pure coincidence, me and a friend of mine are RPing OLC CB and Baby Slick on discord. lol xD

the way it started was just:

CB: In an ally

CB: hay there kid you got any parents?

Slick: ... no.

CB okay. picks them up and leaves

of course that the short version but still very true. lmao XD XD

Thanks for liking my stuff!

[zepskies]

Happy random question Friday, Alex!! 🥳 I saw a MASSIVE groundhog in my yard today that was faster than Usain Bolt which was the oddest and most adorable thing I've seen in a while so that's been my day 😂 Random question based on the above, if Dean is a"Squirrel", what creatures are Soldier Boy, Beau, Russell, Jason, and fun guess since we don't know him yet, Mark Meachum? Hope your day's been great! 💚

Ooh yay!! Happy random question Friday, Michelle! 💕 My whole week has been shitty and stressful, but I got off work early and finally am going to be off for a whole damn week!! SO excited loll. Hope your week has been so much better than mine. 😂

Omg that's so cute!! I've never seen a groundhog in real life, but I can imagine his little legs. 😭

But that is a greeeeat question. Here's how I see some of our favorite Jackles characters as animals...

1. Soldier Boy (Ben)

*snorts* I think I'm gonna have to go a bit cliché on this one. ��

2. Beau Arlen

This one is also a little cliché, but I couldn't unsee it. 🤣 German shepherds are fiercely loyal and can be deadly on the outside, but are often mushy on the inside for the people they love. ❤️

3. Russell Shaw

Ooh I knew it had to be a predator for Russ. 😏 He seems all quirky and fun on the outside, but he's got a razor sharp edge underneath...

4. Jason Teague

Aww Jason! He is also a little (a lot) suss toward the end of S4, but honestly that's like a different Jason compared to his personality in the first half of the season. That being said, I feel like he's the kinda guy who (a lot like young 20s Dean) is all suave and fun on the outside, but has a sensitive, insecure, mushy center. 😂

Idk why but it's giving meerkat for me.

5. Mark Meachum

Oooh this one's mysterious since we don't know him yet, but we can assume it's another alpha law enforcement character, I'm thinking more serious than Beau, but still with a certain devil-may-care charm, a la Russell. So for me it's giving cat-like qualities, but still strong, like a leopard...

6. Alec McDowell (Bonus!)

Aww I couldn't leave Alec hanging! I love this little transgenic pre-Dean. 💜 He's sly and devil-may-care as well, but it hides a deep, well-hidden capability for loyalty and devastating love.

lol do you agree with these, or do you have your own takes on these guys? 💜

[intromortal]

who want another super small ibi snippet until i decide the release date (finally)

[loulou-land]

I would love to see some Ruca! Whatever you have I’m happy to read 💜

Hi nonnie, thank you so much for this ask. This is my first time writing ruca but certainly not my last because I had a lot of fun with them and have completely fallen in love with this pairing. So of course, this turned out longer than I expected. Oops. But here's some 1.3k words of soft, fluffy with a dash of emotional hurt/comfort ruca. Enjoy. (thank you @fuselsstuff for cheering me on 😘✨)

The sky is still painted in deep indigo, gradually giving way to streaks of blue and lavender, a line of pale peach at the horizon. Luca is somewhere out there in the water, his board slicing through the cool waves, completely in his element. 

Rocker, half-asleep on a towel in the sand, hoodie pulled over his head, arms folded behind him as a makeshift pillow yawns for the millionth time. He’s not built for these ungodly morning hours. Not outside of work at least. He briefly misses the warmth of their bed, before dismissing the thought. Luca needs this. And whatever he needs, Rocker does his absolute best to fulfill. 

His gut clenches as he remembers the past few weeks, how Luca had been beating himself up—ever since that one mission went wrong in the worst way possible. They’d lost a whole family at the hands of overzealous white nationalists. And even though they’d tried their best, done everything they possibly could, Luca blamed himself for failing. Rocker had tried to be there for his boyfriend, but he’d had a hard time getting through to him. 

Luca had been quiet in the aftermath. Withdrawn. Keeping to himself and avoiding any talk of work or what had happened. It had gutted Rocker to see the bright, easy glow of his boyfriend dimmed like that. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Luca laugh, let alone smile. 

Rocker had hatched a plan to remedy that. He’d gone to Commander Hicks, convinced him to give them both the day off, stocked up on all of Luca’s favorite breakfast foods, packed a picnic, and gotten Luca’s favorite surfboard serviced—repairing all the dings and giving it a fresh wax and shine. All of it completely worth it for the small smile that bloomed across Luca’s face when he saw it, the sight of which warmed something in him, the part that had been worrying endlessly over Luca. Before long, Rocker had bundled him into the car and taken off toward the coast. 

Now, the waves roll in with a rhythmic roar, crashing against the sand with a harsh slap before retreating in a faint hiss of foam. And Luca is finally where he belongs—out in the surf, where the world makes sense again. 

Rocker watches him for a while, the way his body flows with each swell, muscles coiled and shifting, balancing on the board like it’s an extension of himself. There’s a kind of poetry to it he can’t help but admire. Luca looks free out there. Untouchable. Untamed. And Rocker thinks he’s never loved him more than in this moment.

Soon, he’s lulled by the steady rise and fall of the ocean, until his eyelids begin to get heavier. He doses off somewhere in the rhythm of the waves and the soft caress of the breeze. 

He only stirs when he feels a gentle touch at his scalp, fingers threading softly through his hair. A quiet hum slips from his chest, pleased, and he cracks one eye open.

His breath catches at the vision before him. 

Luca is lying on his side, propped up on an elbow, golden light stretching behind him as the sun creeps up above the horizon. His blond hair gleams under the early morning rays almost like a heavenly halo. Rocker blinks, dazed and a little in awe. 

Gorgeous, he thinks.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Luca murmurs, smiling down at him, blue eyes holding a spark of life he hasn’t seen in days. 

Rocker grins, still half-lost in sleep. “Baby, somebody better call God, ‘cause he’s missing an angel.” 

Luca throws his head back and laughs, full and warm. Rocker hadn’t realized how much he’d missed that sound until now. And impossibly, he wishes he could bottle it up, keep it with him forever. Instead, he settles for the promise of making Luca laugh for the rest of their lives. 

“Does 50-squad know their hotshot leader has those kinds of pickup lines in his back pocket?” Luca teases, eyebrows raised. 

“Hey now,” Rocker says, mock-offended. “My pickup lines are amazing.” 

Luca snorts, shaking his head. “Well, they work on me…so I guess they’re something.” 

They both look at each other like lovesick idiots as they lapse into silence and neither minding it one bit. 

“You didn't have to come with me,” Luca says quietly, his thumb brushing gently over  Rocker’s temple. “I know how much you like your sleep.” 

“I don't mind.“ Rocker sits up slowly. “Dom…you needed this. And I wanted to be here with you. For you.” 

Luca mirrors him, sitting up as well. 

Rocker glances behind him and reaches for the cooler he’d hauled out of the car as soon as Luca had hit the waves, setting it between them. 

“What's this?”

”This,” Rocker says with a little grin and a dramatic flair of his hands, “is our breakfast.” 

Luca tilts his head, something dawning on him then. “Wait…did you—did you plan all this? I mean, besides the surfing. Waking up early, picking my favorite spot, a breakfast picnic…” He trails, eyes wide, looking like he can’t quite believe anyone would do something like this for him. 

And that just won’t do, Rocker thinks. After everything he does—for his friends, for his family, for SWAT. For him. Luca deserves the world. Rocker counts his lucky stars every damn day that he’s the one that gets to show Luca now, in all the small and tender ways, how sweet he is. How deserving he is of romance, happiness and someone taking care of him for once. 

Rocker chuckles, already digging into the cooler and pulling things out. “A picnic by the ocean, with the sun coming up and—” he pulls out his phone, tapping to start a soft, romantic playlist “—some music? Maybe. I am capable of romance, you know.”

“Donnie…” Luca breathes out, eyes shining. He takes Rocker’s hand, squeezing it like he needs the anchor. “Hold on—you got Hicks to give both of us the day off so you could take me on a romantic sunrise picnic? Did you actually tell him that?” 

Rocker shrugs, all casual mischief. “Please. The man’s a big softie. Of course I told him.”

“Wow.” Luca shakes his head, that glowing smile back in full force. And Rocker thinks, there’s my Dominique. “You didn’t have to do all this.” 

Rocker brings Luca’s hand to his mouth, pressing soft kisses all over his knuckles and palm before looking into his eyes. “Baby, you deserve this and more.” 

Luca’s expression cracks a little, vulnerability slipping through. “I’m sorry. I haven't been much fun lately. That must have been frustrating, I—”

“Dom, hey. No.” Rocker places a gentle hand on Luca’s face, thumb brushing soothingly over his cheek. “That mission was rough. Losing that family…baby, I get it. Sometimes it’s hard to let those things go. And that's okay. We’re only human. The only thing I hate is not being able to help you. You know I'm here for you, right?”

“I know…I do.” Luca’s voice wobbles just a touch. “I just didnt wanna be a burden.” 

“You've never been a burden,” Rocker says firmly, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of Luca’s nose. “And you never will be. You can lean on me, okay?”

Luca sniffles, but smiles. “You are pretty sturdy.”

“That I am,” Rocker replies smugly, leaning back and throwing him a wink. 

Luca laughs, bumping their shoulders together. “Yeah yeah. So what's for breakfast?” 

“One-track mind, I swear,” Rocker teases, passing him a thermos and a wrapped muffin. 

“You know I love to eat.”

“I do know,” Rocker says fondly, handing over a few more things from the cooler.  

They eat together, joking back and forth as the sun climbs higher into the sky—bright and golden, the world around them warming with it. Rocker watches Luca between bites, notices the way his shoulders have loosened. His hands move with ease as he tells a story from his rookie days, voice animated, eyes alight. The tightness around them has eased. 

Rocker exhales, full of relief and quiet contentment. For now, they've chased the dark clouds away. 

And, his sunshine is back.

[mymiraclewitch]

Okay, I have a couple of headcanon for ghosts, specifically Hetty and her painter suitor, and I needed to tell people who have seen the series and not from me telling them the lore for them to understand the HC.

• The painting we are shown is not the only painting there is of Hetty. I want that man to have gone on and become a famous painter, and most if not all of his famous pieces are of her. Like Sam and Jay, get some kind of ad or brochure mailed to them about a "special exhibit," and the cover of it is of their girl hetty!

• Her painting is to come out of the basement, and it has replaced Elise's painting since she did, in fact, build that house.

• When they hang the painting, there is a plaque explaining who Hetty is and how she built the house and all that jazz.

• I fully believe that hetty and her painter met because he was commissioned by her father to paint her portrait, and sparks flew once they met. (That would make such a great meet cute)

• He also let her in on the creative process of the painting and basically introduced her to the fact that she can make decisions for herself and is allowed a voice.

• They fully had secret meetings by the lake on the house property, and he would sketch her in the sunlight and all that romantic shit

• The painters name is Thomas, and Hetty ended up naming her son that bc she was allowed very few choices in her life and wanted to name her son after her first love and the man that let her make her own choices.

I have a crap ton more HC's, but this post is getting too long, so I might make another post. What are yalls headcanons? What do yall think? I want to know. Also, I will gladly talk ghosts with anyone, my DMs are open

[tommykinard6]

😳💔🫃

May I be greedy?🥺

Yes, please be greedy! Let me see what my brain can pull for you. Imma do headcanons for 😳 and 🫃, I think, but since you’re the only one to ask for 💔 you’ll get a fic snippet!

😳

Tommy hasn’t had a pack in years. His family was broken since he was a child, his unit mostly died when he was in the army, and the 118 was barely worth calling a pack. Harbor is close, but they’ve not taken on a pack dynamic. Several stations have moved away from those bonds and the 217 is one of them.

So he watches Evan and his happy, bonded pack with a sense of longing. He’s on the outskirts. He’s a friend, a welcome outsider. He’s a friend to everyone there and Evan’s boyfriend, but he won’t join the pack until Evan wants to claim him as his future mate.

So he watches and wishes and tries not to dream of something he doesn’t think he deserves.

Until Evan gets down on one knee, barely a year after they get together, and asks him to be his mate for life and his husband. Of course, Tommy says yes.

And then the next time they see Evan’s pack, Tommy’s folded into the mix too. Scented by the other members, welcomed as a pack member and cherished in a way he’d always heard omegas should be but never got to experience.

He’s not alone now. He’s pack. He’s Evan’s and Evan is his.

🫃

Tommy goes looking for the father of his child. He goes back to the club, multiple times. He wanders the coffee shops of nearby LA and looks in every store and car he passes. He hunts, but LA is big and for all he knows, Firehose could be from out of town. He could be married to 2 and a half kids already, for all Tommy knows.

But he never stops looking. He leaves the 118, never meeting their new probie. He goes on medical leave, his pregnancy kept hushed and on a need to know by his request. He picks up a side job at a local comic store to keep the money coming. And he looks for blond curls everywhere he goes.

💔

“Mr. Rocker?”

Donovan snapped back to the office he was sat in, on the opposite end of the couch from his wife. Dr. McCormick looked at him over the rims of her glasses. He got the sense she’d been trying to get his attention for a while.

“I’m sorry.” It was a sincere apology. He hadn’t meant to tune out. “What was that?”

“I asked if you had anything you wanted to say about what your wife shared?”

He knew Val had been talking. It was the same thing she was saying at home, and had said for the last three appointments. No apology, regret only for being caught, and continued defense over her actions.

He’d tried, at first, to listen. He’d tried to understand. He’d wanted to be an understanding husband, a partner that stayed through the tough times.

He looked at her and he felt nothing.

“Mr. Rocker?”

Bless this therapist. She’d really jumped into helping them with determination. Maybe, if there was something to reconcile, it would’ve worked.

Donovan and Valerie had been married for 12 years. Fresh out of college, wide eyed and optimistic. He loved her for a long time. Maybe she loved him too, once.

Now, he just felt nothing.

“I want a divorce.”

[catmanbowser]

I need more CissieAnita yuri like my life depends on it. Thank you so much for drawing them.

U can have a fancy date

[kangofu-cb]

ask and ye shall receive @reremouse

Yeah so this one is the classic trope we all know and love: one guy who knows he’s gay but doesn’t realize he’s in love with his best friend, and another guy who knows he’s in love with his best friend but does not know he’s gay

Two best friends, both alike in idiocy In fair Bed Stuy where we lay our scene One of them is stupid and gay: Clint thinks he's straight. This is just how everyone feels right? Surely every straight guy definitely admires their best friend's thighs. and chest. and back. Also! Great hugs! So nice, so safe, so wrap-your-arms-around-me-and-never-let-go hugs! Of course he loves Bucky, Bucky is his friend! You're supposed to love your friends! The other one is gay and stupid: Bucky and his slutty, slutty hoochie daddy shorts would ABSOLUTELY rail his best friend into next week because he's gay and Clint is hot. But Clint is straight, and anyway he's just a friend. Just the guy Bucky hangs with when he breaks up with people, or has a shitty night. He’s the first one Bucky calls when something good happens. Even though Steve y'know. Exists. It's just that Clint gives better hugs than Steve. And always seems to know just what Bucky needs to feel better. Bucky never has to explain it to Clint. He just knows.

This is all fine and totally normal and not at all gonna blow up in anybody's face, ever.

[howfrightening]

Would you talk some more about examples of Pete’s sexism? I binged watched the show pretty fast and I don’t remember seeing it, so I’m worried I might’ve missed some things and wanted to hear your perspective if you’re willing!

sorry i missed this! but yes omg, i love pete and one of the things i love most about his character is that a lot of his flaws are seen through rose colored glasses because he’s a nice guy which honestly i should talk more about sometime when it’s not 4 am.

but i’m speaking mainly about the plot pete shares with flower in 1x14 “Ghostwriter”. pete spends the entire episode blatantly dismissing flower’s interest and knowledge of basketball because it’s something for his “bros” (i’m paraphrasing the plot here) and barely acknowledges flower. it’s directly implied, not really implied it’s right there just not explicitly said as a piece of dialogue, it’s because pete actually carries some period typical sexism of his era based on flower and hetty’s conversation where hetty references staying quiet for the men in her life and they shouldn’t have to put up with it in this one, and also it is said by flower’s actress in an interview that if i remember i will reblog with.

i would say another thing that i count toward this is pete’s persistence with reminding alberta of his crush on her despite her very clearly stating that she is not interested many times, but i would like to make *that* a longer post.

[jenkins-private]

Hello Jenkins I didn't think I'd find you on this app, I wonder if Baxter will soon appear, but then again probably not due to him spending all his time not playing music with his wife. @nigelchessum48

Hello. Baxter has already made an account.. I don't know if he is going to be active.

[cb-writes-stuff]

Look at my new kibby she will heal your soul :3

Kibby :3

Can someone tag that account that identifies cat patterns, I’m curious