#this is how it would go

[maybe-im-dark]

Before the adamantium procedure, when Logan still had his bone claws, they would sometimes break off in battle. The claws would regrow of course, but he kept the broken ones. And he would gift them to everyone he cared about, so they would have a piece of him even if he wasn't there.

So now imagine the TVA show up at Logans and Wades home, to give Logan some of his belongings from his old timeline. One of those is a mysterious bag. In the evening Logan tells Wade to close his eyes. He reaches into the bag and there is one last claw. He places it into Wades hand and tells him to open his eyes again.

"What is that, peanut?"

"One of my claws. From when they were still bone."

"Oh my god. Are you...proposing to me?"

"Uh...do you want me to propose?"

"Yes, Logan, the answer is yes! YES I WILL MARRY YOU!"

[dragonroilz]

👑 Sindon

i kinda just wanna see him? her? they? it? in a fancier veil.

oh and also cleavage via lowcut dress but whatever that's optional,

yeah uhhh... anon... you dont know the implication of "royalty" in my worldbuilding, but i can guarantee you that it's nothing kosher.

[antlers-boi]

Sirius as a lawyer: Your honour, respectfully, that’s bullshit.

James as a lawyer: Your honour, respectfully, you weren’t even there.

Marlene as a lawyer: Your honour, disrespectfully, who tf are you to even judge?

Remus, Regulus and Lily being their clients: We are so going to jail.

[carinelian]

if i was a protagonist my people-pleasing tendencies would extend all the way to the narrative to the point that the narrative will find me off-putting and try to end me in numerous scenarios

but then i would think it is a chance to prove my worth, in which case i will persevere and the Narrative will be like, "wtf is wrong with u"

and i will say, "i will change myself for you!"

then we'll be stuck in the fiction equivalent of life and death and rebirth because someone doesnt know how to fuckin quit LOL

I could never be a protagonist because I'd just never move the plot along. "You have free reign of this castle, but don't go into this one area" Okie dokie. I mind my own business and hang out in the library. Queen of staying in my own lane. I'll never discover your magic curse.

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[sapphicathenas]

anyone else thinking about effie spending 24 years watching haymitch completely fall apart. effie, who met haymitch by accident, who knows exactly what kind of person he is, who sees him every year on his birthday for 24 years and each year he’s drunker, each year he’s angrier, each year he’s faster to give up. and then they get katniss and peeta. peeta, who is kind and open and understanding, who refuses to give up on haymitch. and katniss, who is so much like haymitch at 16 that it hurts. and over the few days they’re together, effie watches haymitch come back to life. watches him try. watches him have hope. and then they get to keep not one but both of those kids. they get to come home. and then, less then a year later, effie pulls haymitch’s name at the reaping.

[paintedimagery]

This is stupid, I spent too long on this lmao

[pyrus-salicifolia]

“Normal” test results are not the relief people think they are. When you wake up in pain and continue to be in pain for hours every day and your tests come back normal you don’t stop being in pain.

[cspcrashing]

fool's hope

[constarlations]

Nemona, 0.1 seconds upon finding out about the Z-A Battle Royale

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dog Meshi.

[snail-day]

Satoru never cared much for babies.

He thought they were sticky. Loud. Strange little creatures with too-big eyes and unpredictable emotions. “You can’t even do anything with them,” he used to say, half-laughing, always dismissive. He didn’t see the appeal. Not then.

But now, when those tiny, hiccuping cries echo through the house, it’s his hands that reach out first. His steps that are soft, practiced, sure, against the cool hardwood floors. He lifts them into his arms with a tenderness he didn’t know he had, whispering low and sweet as if the words alone might soothe them. “Shh… I got you, baby. You’re okay now. Daddy’s here."

The nursery is dim, painted in golden hues from the rising sun that spill in through gauzy curtains. And in the quiet of it all, Satoru rocks them slowly, heart twisting at the way such a tiny thing could cling so tightly to him.

Their little fingers curl instinctively around his, impossibly small and soft. The little fist moving to tug at his snow-white hair with an uncoordinated giggle, and Satoru laughs too - gentle and breathless and amazed. He leans in close and nuzzles their round belly, peppering noisy kisses between mock growls.

“The strongest needs a snack,” he murmurs against their skin, grinning as the baby squeals with delight.

And still, deep in his mind, something quiet aches.

I didn’t think I’d ever have this.

Didn’t think I’d survive long enough to want it.

Didn’t know I could be this soft, this full, this happy.

Later, you’ll find them sprawled together on the living room floor. Satoru still half bare chested and Hello Kitty pajama pants, hair a mess, baby asleep on his chest - both of them completely knocked out. His hand cradles their back protectively, even in sleep. His breath rises and falls in rhythm with theirs.

And as you stand there watching, heart full to the brim, Satoru stirs just enough to crack one sleepy, love-dazed eye open.

“Hey,” he whispers, voice hoarse with exhaustion and something tender, “look what we made.”

[random-cockroach]

*sigh* Suddenly remembered Decepticon Prowl and this song got connected to it, had to do it or die

Saint Mesa - Throne

[millidew]

his change in career has captivated me

bonus:

[shanklin]

Sentient Mystery Shack, who is really biased towards Stan, so when Ford tells Stan he has to give it back after the summer it’s on sight.

Ford keeps tripping over nothing, nothing is where it's supposed to be and somehow he keeps running into closets when he tries to go outside.

But the worst part, the WORST part is that Ford's lightbulb just won't. Work. No matter what he does it keeps flickering and exploding.

Ford is spiraling. 

There is no reason why it shoudln’t work. All his trial runs work perfectly. He’s already checked the Shacks wiring three times and relearned this dimensions science from the ground up. 

Nothing works.

The Rift? Bill? The impending apocalypse? Eating? Sleep? Who cares about that. 

WHY. WONT. THE. LIGHTBULB. WORK???

It doesn’t help that Stan keeps laughing at him.

“Then you do it!” Ford eventually snaps at Stan.

Stan shrugs and with a little song under his breath screws his own lightbulb in. It works perfectly.

Stanford screams.

[chloesimaginationthings]

The daughters of William Afton in FNAF..