#Amanda write things

[curiositydooropened]

Feeling too many things about Pie in the Sky.

Here’s my Substack.

[viserya-firstofhername]

I'm fine. It's fine. Everything is fine.

[x-bluefire-heart-x]

Mr Right

So, anonymous requested this request. And not gonna lie it was hard to write in so far as making Rafael a dick but otherwise I loved writing adoring Carisi caring for pregnant reader.

Warnings: Swearing, threat of violence, angst

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You casually walked through the squad room, smiling at your fellow detectives as you made your way to Liv’s office. You paused briefly as you saw them all look at each, their smiles not quite convincing. You shrugged before continuing on, thinking that they were just concerned with how you were handling the baby Drew Incident. Which…fair, you probably weren’t handling it as well as the others, and Rafael hadn’t answered your calls or been at home when you went by his place. The two of you had been dating for around six months and you wanted to check on him and not being able to tell if he was okay was worrying you. You hoped that he had at least talked to Liv which was why you were making a beeline for her office.

“Hey, Liv,” you leaned against her doorway rapping your knuckles against the glass.

“Y/n,” Liv waved you in, you noticed her smile was forced as well and you could see the strain around her eyes. “Come in. I wasn’t expecting you to be in today.”

“Oh?” you asked tilting your head as you stepped through, closing the door before taking a seat in-front of her desk. “Why?”

“I thought maybe you might take some time off or even request a leave of absence,” Liv sounded confused. “Maybe even talk about a transfer once you two had discussed where Rafael was moving to.”

“Moving?” you asked even more confused. “Rafael, is moving?”

“He hasn’t told you?”

“We haven’t talked since his trial, he said he needed some time, and I gave that to him but when I tried to call him or go by his place there was no answer,” you could feel your heart speeding up, as a burning sensation built at the back of your throat. “Rafael talked to you?”

“Yes, he said he had put in his papers and was thinking of leaving,” Liv’s voice turned to steel as she put together the pieces you were still missing but were slowly putting together.

“He…he’s leaving, and he didn’t even tell me,” your voice quivered as your vision became blurred as your eyes filled with tears. “He’s left me.”

“I am so sorry,” Oliva stood up and moved around to you. She wrapped her arms around you holding you close to her as you cried. Your chest felt tight as you tried to get your breathing under control, but it was difficult as the buzzing in your head got louder.

“I can’t believe he wouldn’t even call me,” your voice was soft but measured as the buzzing in your head slowly disappeared. You could feel your body slowly starting to heat, you took in a deep breath before letting it out in a shaky exhale. Anger started to fill your veins, pushing away from Liv you started to pace, your hands running through your hair. “I mean what the fuck?! We were together six months we were even talking about moving in together, getting a place. I-if I ever see him again I…I’ll…fuck!”

“Your anger is understandable,” Liv stood up watching as you paced. “Take the day, more if you need.”

You spun around to face her, your chest heaving as you tried to get control, not wanting lash out at your friend. Just as fast as the rage hit you it was gone as your body sagged as if someone cut your strings. Tears filled your eyes again as you nodded. Liv’s eyes softened as she watched you switch emotions so quickly; she couldn’t believe Rafael wouldn’t even call you. She was going to kill him for hurting you.

“I’ll get Carisis to drive you home,” Liv’s voice was gentle as she reached for you again. “I don’t want you driving like this.”

You just nodded, following her out like a lost puppy. Now you understood the looks the others gave you. They knew. They bloody knew. Great so everyone but you knew that Rafael left you. You braved a look at the others, and was a little surprised. Finn looked murderous; it seems Olivia had enough time to tell them that you had in fact not known that Rafael had left. Amanda looked torn between helping Finn commit a crime and comforting you. Carisi, well, Carisi looked like someone had kicked his dog as he came towards you, his jacket in hand.

“Hey,” his hands started reaching for you but aborted their movement before they dropped to his side. You tried to smile at him but you were sure it came off a little more like a grimace. “Come on, let’s get you home.” Once again you followed after one of your friends like a lost little puppy.

--

It had been over a month since you found out that Rafael had left you like the bastard he was. And your sadness had almost completely been replaced by rage. The others had taken to be careful not to mention his name around you. It wasn’t that you would start frothing at the mouth in rage but rather you would shut down and that apparently made the others uncomfortable. Well, Carisi got more concerned then uncomfortable. He had started bringing in an insane number of baked goods and would also show up at your place with ingredients to cook dinner.

It was probably the best you had eaten in that month, or well ever apparently. Your favourite pants had gotten a little tight, actually, all of your pants had gotten tight. And that didn’t make any sense, because you were throwing up randomly throughout the day, which also tended to coincide with when someone mentioned Rafael. The throwing up just made Carisi even more concerned for you, which had him making you even more food. It was a little vicious cycle. You stared down at your pants that you were currently struggling to do up. You pouted as you tried once again to get the two sides of the pants to come together, your eyes narrowed as they once again did not come close to touching.

“What the fuck?” you whispered frowning as tears started to fill up your eyes, chest heaving as a sob crawled up your throat. “Great now I’m crying. Again.”

Giving up on your pants you fell back onto your bed allowing the sobs to run their course. You couldn’t wait for whatever this was to end. Hopefully, it would be soon. You couldn’t take much more of this. It was ridiculous. It was worse than the ups and downs during your cycle. Wait. You bolted up into a sitting position. Your sobs stopping just as quickly as they started.

“Not possible,” you whispered, grabbing your phone and opening your calendar. The date stared at you, like some big massive joke. “Nope, nope, nope.” And, yep, there are the sobs again. Flopping back onto the bed you threw the phone to the side, covering your face with both hands you sobbed harder. “Maybe if I ignore this, it will go away.”

Your little session was interrupted by a knock on your front door. Groaning you sat up, glaring down at your jeans before aiming the glare in the direction on your front door. The knock came again, dragging out another groan from you as you forced your body up tugging your shirt down as much as you could to cover your undone pants.

“I’m coming,” you called out as the knock sounded again. “Don’t be so god damn impatient.” You yanked open the door, glare firm on your face even as you continued to cry.

“Hey-woah, are you okay?” Carisi stood on the other side, the smile freezing on his face as it morphed into a concerned frown.

“Do I look okay?” you demanded turning away from him and walking back towards your kitchen leaving the door open for Carisi to walk through.

“I mean…no?” Caris seemed unsure if he should answer that question honestly. You huffed reaching to get a glass, Carisi’s eyes zeroed in on your undone pants and the swell of your stomach. His eyes slowly moved up, taking in any other changes he could see. Only to stop when he caught your eyes, your puffy, wet, red eyes that were currently glaring at him.

“Can I help you?” your voice was cold, almost seething, as you set the glass down and tried to tug your shirt back over your pants again. “I am aware that my pants can’t do up at the moment, but that is no reason to look at me with judgy eyes.” You voice broke as the tears started falling again. “And fucking hell, can I stop crying for five minutes please?!”

“Trust me I was not looking at you with “judgy” eyes,” Carisi promised, arms twitching as he resisted the urge to hug you. “I was concerned. And I think I may know what is going on.”

“Of fuck off, with your knowledge because you have sisters,” you cursed. “I am not…I can’t be…pregnant.” Your voice was so quiet he almost didn’t hear you but it broke his heart. You sounded so scared.

“You’ve been throwing up a lot, and your body has changed,” Carisis thought better of using the phrase “gained weight”, his sister did not appreciate it one bit. “Not to mention how you’re switching between emotions really fast. It might be a good idea to take a test. Just to be sure.”

You looked up at him, all the anger fading from your face as you heard someone else voicing the thoughts that ran through your head once you realised it had been nearly two months since your last period. Shaking your head, you closed the distance between the two of you and fell against his chest. Carisi was always an affectionate person with his friends and right now you needed his hugs and you knew he wasn’t going to offer, not after the last time. Where you may have bitten his head off. Which you now at least had a theory as to why you reacted the way you did. Even if you really didn’t want to entertain the idea, you knew taking a test would be the smart thing to do.

“Can…I mean, will you be here, when I take it?” you asked in a tone so close to broken that Carisi wanted to hunt Rafael down.

“Of course I will,” Carisi soothed, running his hand up and down your back. “I’ll go out and get a test. You stay here, want me to maybe also get you some different pants?”

“Yes,” you nodded, hiccupping as you refused to let him go. “But just...stay here for a moment.”

“I won’t leave until you want me to,” Carisi promised, arms holding you tight to him.

“You promise?” you couldn’t help but ask him. You couldn’t help but fear that one day everyone you cared about would decide to leave you, with absolutely no warning. “You won’t leave?”

“Never,” Carisi pressed a kiss to the top of your head, heart finally shattering. It was then that swore to himself that he would do everything in his power to help you believe he wouldn’t leave, that there were people in your life who cared about you and would never leave you. It doesn’t matter what it will take, or long it will take until you believed him.

--

“You have to come out of the bathroom eventually,” Carisi called knocking against the door. “It’s been long enough, what does the test say?”

“I think the fact that I am in here having what is most definitely a panic attack should answer that!” you tried to sound angry but the sobbing and fear in your voice did not help.

“A panic-I’m coming in,” Carisi frowned, opening the door he found you sitting on the floor against the bath tub, the test in your hands. At the look on your face, he once again found himself wanting to hunt down a man he once considered a friend. You were so pale, your chest heaving as your breath came out in rough pants, your eyes looked unfocused.

“Oh, darling.” He couldn’t help the pet name as he kneeled beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you against his chest. His other hand carefully took the test out of your shaking hands, noting the positive result before setting it aside so he could rub your arm in comfort.

“What am I going to do?” you asked, voice shaking. “I can’t, I’m pregnant.”

“It’ll be okay,” Carisi whispered.

“How?! How the hell is this going to be okay?” you demanded pulling back from him, eyes blazing, panic seeming to fade as the anger at your situation hit you full force. “I’m pregnant, and the bastard of a father left without even so much as a good bye! I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can,” Carisi assured you. “You are so insanely strong, not to mention brave. You would be an amazing mother. Whatever decision you choose I will support you.”

“You will? Why?” you asked confused.

“You’re my friend and I care about you,” he answered, voice firm.

“Regardless of my decision?” you wanted to confirm, knowing that Carisi had his faith. “Even if I decide I don’t want to keep the baby?”

“Yes, it is your decision,” Carisi nodded. “But, again, regardless, I will support you through it. Now come on we need to get off this cold floor and you need to eat something.”

“Carisi, I can’t,” you whined, mood switching again. “My pants don’t fit.”

“I got you new ones remember?” he gently pulled you up off the floor, pulling out a handkerchief and wiped away the tears that had started to fall down your cheeks again as your rage ebbed away at the thought that your pants don’t fit.

“Oh, right,” you bit your lip as your eyes drifted up to Carisi’s face, taking in his features as he wiped away your tears. “Thank you.”

“Any time,” he smiled tapping you on the nose. “I also got some ingredients for a pasta dish.”

“Ooh, can we have that garlic bread you made the other week?” you asked brightening. Carisi’s food always made you happy, even if at first you thought it was making you gain weight.

“Yes, of course I got ingredients to make that garlic bread,” Carisi couldn’t help but laugh at not just your quick change in emotion, he was use to that, he thought it was adorable you got so excited about his food.

--

Amanda, Liv and Finn all stood around staring. Watching as Carisi handed you a container with what looked like homemade food, and he then placed a bottle of something on your desk.

“You need to remember to be taking your vitamins,” they heard him scolding you. “The Dr said your levels were low.”

“…they tasted funny,” you pouted, hand settling a little on your stomach that had started showing.

“I know that is why I went and got some different ones, apparently they taste like orange, which I know if something you are currently craving,”

“Is Carisi smiling differently?” Amanda asked, head tilted to the side.

“Yeah, he looks like y/n hung the moon,” Finn huffed.

“It’s kind of adorable,” Amanda muttered.

“She looks happy,” Liv smiled softly. She was glad to see it, you hadn’t looked so happy in months. And she was worried about what being pregnant with Rafael’s baby would do, but apparently Carisi had it all under control.

“Carisi, never brought me home made food when I was pregnant,” Amanda complained.

“That’s cause he wasn’t in love with you,” Finn chuckled as he walked away leaving the other two to watch Carisi moon over you. It was sickeningly adorable and for Carisi’s sake Finn hoped nothing went horribly wrong between the two of you. Finn would hate to have to add a list to the names of those he would shoot on sight. It currently had one.

--

You pouted. And pouted some more. Staring up at the poor man through your lashes. Said man was trying, rather admirable, to ignore you, blue eyes looking anywhere but at you. Your eyes narrowed as you stepped closer to him, puffing out your cheeks.

“Please?” you asked.

“No,” Carisi sighed, rubbing his forehead.

“Carisi,” you whined. “Please.”

“It’s nearly midnight, I am not going out to get you ice cream,”

“But I want pickles and ice cream,” you huffed. “And we only have pickles and no ice cream…oh and sprinkles! With peanut butter, that sounds sooo good. Doesn’t that sound yummy?”

“Sure,” Carisi laughed, this was the fourth time in two days that you had started out wanting something only to find several things to add to it.

“So, you’ll get the stuff?” you bounced lightly on your feet, hands moving to hold your stomach. You were entering your second trimester, and the cravings were only getting stronger.

“Fine, but you are coming with me,” Carisi tapped you on the nose, grinning when you scrunched it up.

“Good idea!” you nodded. “We can get pizza as well.”

“Pizza?” Carisi asked, face scrunching in confusion as he led you out of your apartment. You nodded, grabbing his hand without thinking and tugging him along.

“Yes, now come on.”

--

You weren’t entirely sure when your feelings for Carisi changed from friendship to wanting to always be around him. On the odd night when he wasn’t at yours you missed him, when he went out into the field and you were stuck at the desk doing paperwork, you missed him. And also worried about him an insane amount. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do with this change but you were happy to let things happen when they happened. And you didn’t wanna read into too much but he had been spending more time with you lately, it was very rare that he wasn’t over at yours or you weren’t over at his.  Like right now, the two of you had just finished an amazing dinner that Carisi had made you, and were now watching tv. You had curled up against him resting your head against his chest as his arm wrapped around your waist. You felt content in a way you hadn’t for the longest of times, and you didn’t want anything to change.

Just as you were reaching for the popcorn, your separate bowl that was drizzled with salt, sugar, caramel and chocolate, you felt a pressure in your stomach. You gasped sitting up hand pressed against your stomach.

“What’s wrong?” Caris moved with you, the arm wrapped around your waist tugging you to his side as his eyes moved between your face and your stomach, his other hand hovering over yours. “Are you in pain?”

“No, that’s not it,” you shook your head. “Oh, oh!” you grabbed his hovering hand and placed it where yours was. “The baby is moving.”

Carisi’s whole body felt warm as he felt the light pressure against his hand. His chin came to rest on your shoulder as he looked down at your stomach where your hands were joined together. He tried so hard to ignore the feelings that were building the longer he was around you, this wasn’t suppose to be anything more than a friend helping a friend but the more he watched you bounce happily when you ate his food. Or every time you looked at him with those soft eyes, pouting at him to get your way. It was near impossible to do anything but fall for you. That small little crush of his that had started when he joined the team, that he tried to ignore when he saw you liked Rafael, came back full force about two months into helping you.

“Look at that,” he whispered, his voice directly in your ear causing a small shiver to run through your body.

“Our baby has a strong kick huh?” you asked turning your head a little, nose rubbing against his cheek.

“Our baby?” Carisi felt his brain screech to a holt. You jolted, eyes wide as your own words repeated themselves through your head. Echoing a little in Carisi’s head as well.

“What?”

“You called the baby, ours,” Carisi moved his chin from your shoulder so he could look at you properly, trying hard to keep the smile from his face but there was no way to keep those blue eyes of his from shinning.

“I guess I did,” you nodded slowly licking your lips, suddenly finding it difficult to look at those eyes.

“Did you mean it?”

“I…I did,” you nibbled on your bottom lip, stomach fluttering. “I mean, you’ve taken me to every appointment, you’ve gone with me when I needed to get new clothes, you put up with every little craving I have and…you’re always here for me. Just like you said.” Your hand shook as it rose to cradle his face, thumb stroking just under his eye.

“Darling,” Carisi lent into your hand, those eyes burning bright with hope. “Can I kiss you?”

“You better,” you demanded leaning close to him.

“Gladly,” Carisi chuckled as he closed the distance between the two of you.

The feel of his lips brushing yours made your heart quicken, your hand cupping his cheek moved to cup his jaw as you angled your head, moving your lips against his. His hand on your waist stroked up to hold the back of your head, lightly tangling with your hair and tugging it gently as his tongue swiped out teasingly. You gasped into the kiss when you felt a slightly stronger kick, pulling away from the kiss you looked down where Carisi was stroking your stomach.

“Someone’s a little excited,” you smiled, pressing a kiss against his cheek before leaning back and putting both hands against your stomach. “Do, you wanna stay the night?”

--

“I want this baby out,” you groaned lowering yourself onto the couch next to Carisi holding your shoes in your hand. “I can’t put my shoes on.”

“Give em here,” Carisi rolled his eyes grabbing your shoes and kneeling in-front of you. “It won’t be long now before you give birth.”

“Thank fuck,” you rubbed your stomach giggling at Carisi when he raised an eyebrow at your comment. “Hey, you try growing a baby in you, carrying it for nine months, getting cankles, craving the oddest combination of food ever, having your body change in ways you never even thought about, your back constantly hurting, and finally needing to pee every five minutes.”

“Fair enough,” he focused on putting your shoes on, knowing already not to comment on anything that you just said. Last time he did, you cried. Although when you were crying about having cankles and he tried to be supportive you threw a pillow at him. So really, it was a fifty-fifty how you would respond.

“Come on, let’s go,” you held out your hands making grabbing motions at him.

“Alright, up you come,” Carisi grabbed hold of you and helped you up. You grinned up at him and took a step just before a sharp pain radiated from your stomach. You gabbed hold of it wincing in pain. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m totally fine,” you waved him off. “It’s just my stomach trying to kill me, been happening on and off for like the day.”

“Wait, you said your back was hurting?”

“Yeah so, I’m carrying around a watermelon,”

“Normally, constant back pain can be a sign that you are going into labour,” Carisi said. “And you are getting cramps?”

“Well, I’ve gone nearly two decades with getting cramps and while those where definitely painful these are something much different and are coming closer and closer together,”

“Um, honey,” Carisi started. “I think you might be in labour.”

“What like three weeks early? Pfft, unlikely, my family has a history of being like either exactly nine months or like two weeks late,” you shrugged just as your felt a gush of something wet leaving you. “On the other hand, I think you might be right…my water just broke.”

“Oh shit!” Carisi started to panic. “We don’t have your hospital bag ready and we don’t have our route to the hospital!”

“Dominick!” you shouted lightly tapping him on the cheek. “It’ll be fine. Let’s just go, we can always ask one of the others to get me some things.”

“Right, right,” he nodded. “Let’s go.” His arm automatically wrapping around your lower back to help support you as he offered his other arm for you to take as he led you carefully to the car.

--

“Dom, look it’s our daughter,” you whispered breathlessly staring down in wonder at the beautiful little girl in your arms. You had been worried that she would noticeably look like Rafael but thankfully your baby girl had inherited nearly everything from you, and you hoped that it stayed that way. But it truly didn’t matter. Carisi was her father in every way that counted, and every way that mattered.

“She’s gorgeous,” Carisi’s breathed, eyes wetting with tears as he carefully reached out and gently stroked her cheek. “Just like her mother.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t wipe the smile from your face. Your eyes drifted to the bag that Olivia had brought in for you, when she came in to say hello to your beautiful baby girl, and leaving with a wink.

“Sweetie, can you get something from my bag? It should be right on top,” you nodded towards it, breaking Carisi’s little mutterings that he was making towards your daughter.

“Oh, sure yeah,” he nodded distractedly. You grinned down at your daughter in secret, leaning to press a kiss to her soft little forehead.

“I’ve got a little surprise for your daddy,” you told her.

“Um, babe, is this? Is this what I think it is?” Carisi turned around holding a ring box in his hand, the lid opened to reveal a man’s ring. The band a gorgeous mixture of black, gold and silver intertwining with a hint of blue.

“Dominick Sonny Carisi, you have been my rock for the past near nine months, bringing so much happiness and light into my life,” you started, feeling yourself getting choked up. You blinked furiously. “I fell for you without even noticing. You are the father of my daughter, and without a doubt you are the love of my life. We’re already a family but I think we should make it official. Will you marry me?”

Carisi’s mouth was open, his eyes welling up with my tears as he stared at you, sitting there in the hospital bed holding his daughter. Looking more radiate than he had ever seen you. And all he could do was nod silently and take the ring out of the box and put it on his finger.

[poppyfamily]

hello no one asked but i brainrotted a bit over a charashamangela church choir/youth group au bc of That games video. thoughts under cut.

tw: minor religious trauma lol

Chanse and Angela growing up in the church. Each of their parents pushing them to be more active in the church through children's choir. Chanse probably starts earlier, maybe like a month before Angela. Chanse is the type of kid who their choir director had to be told to stop riffing because the purpose of a choir is to sound the same, Chanse. But Angela takes to him immediately and they become best friends.

They are eventually invited to join the church's youth ministry and they get so into it, probably dancing to One Way Jesus very enthusiastically. It's a staple for them to play Joseph and Mary during Christmas plays and are like super chill when facilitating prayer sessions. (They understand that people aren't necessarily there for Jesus or w/e but believe that the spirit of the ministry is to find Christ in one another or some shit).

They stay for a couple of years and manage to drag in Arasha, who goes to the same school as them. She's not Christian and is just there because she was sick of inviting them to do shit on Saturday nights only for them to say no and also for the vibes and free food.

Amanda comes in a little later and is forced by her mom to actually join because she was frequently getting into trouble so she'd rather just know that her daughter is praising the lord (or whatever the fuck goes down in youth ministry) on Saturday nights instead of swimming in people's pools or some shit idk. Becomes besties with Chanse, Arasha, Angela.

Making this about Amangela bc I can't help the way I am: Angela welcoming Amanda to the ministry because it's her job as one of its leaders and Amanda is obsessed with her immediately. Probably constantly inviting her to sit right next to her for Sunday service, surreptitiously holding hands during the Lord's Prayer, going out for ice cream together once Amanda gets her driver's license. Something something horny something something repressed, they end up regularly making out (and more?) in Amanda's car without really talking about the implications but they know they feel SOMETHING. Lots of Catholic guilt - but not being able to stop because it feels nice, because it feels right.

And because I like angst - Something something tension because Amanda starts being deprogrammed from Church rhetoric at some point. She still sees Angela doing the thing to appease all the old church ladies and pastors who give her a sense of self because it's really all she knows and are willing to offer her a scholarship for college so there is Even More Pressure.

But Amanda sees all this and sees just how much she's hiding who she is, feeling like she can't really call her out on it because they are Not. Together. Amanda also sees how this is hurting Angela, but Angela is just so young and so confused and just wants to do right by her family, by God, etc... Amanda starts feeling pain and resentment about it.

In my mind, the older active church members think Angela and Chanse are gonna end up together, get married and all that shit. Chanse and Angela never saw each other that way.

Chanse quits out of nowhere and people speak of him like they're speaking the devil's name, basically erasing all history of his contributions (because he's gay.) Amanda soon quits after, and basically stops speaking to Angela. Amanda and Chanse run into each other months later, make comments about not seeing each other in church anymore, and then they reconnect and become besties.

Arasha doesn't quit, she just stops attending because she becomes busy with college. It's just not the same because Chanse and Amanda aren't there. She doesn't really have an obligation to do so, but she still keeps in touch with Angela.

Arasha and Angela become roommates in college. And because this is the first time Angela experiences independence, she goes on a SIN rampage - secular (lmao) theater, drinking, drugs, sex (lmao). All the things the church loves to police. And she has an identity crisis about it, crying to Arasha about it even.

Arasha, not knowing where the fuck all this Christian guilt is coming from calls Amanda and Chanse for backup and it's the first time they all see each other in a while. They all commiserate in the dorm room and bond and it's beautiful.

Angela wakes up. Amanda, Chanse and Arasha remind her that she's worthy of love no matter what. Once Angela finally internalizes that, she unpacks all the ways she hurt herself and how she's hurt others. Angela and Amanda finally talk about the shit that went down between them. They apologize for hurting each other, and decide to try again with a better understanding of themselves.

And they all live happily ever after. The end.

[rmbunnie]

Another little inconsequential red hood thing and I'll admit that I'm decently biased but it irks me to see the whole "Jason can't shut up about his death/he makes his death everyone else's problem" take really frequently because he simply does not do that enough for it to be a thing in like any actual Red Hood story.

It's a thing you see sometimes in modern annuals/comics with large casts, particularly if a writer doesn't seem super confident with writing all of the characters that they're working with or if he's just a background character in this one, because with comics it's quicker to reduce a character to recognizable landmarks than to try and work out a whole new complex voice if you don't really need to, so it's tire iron, Jane Austen, Joker, and death, and it's all written out in dialogue because every character in a group event can't have their own internal monologue, but like. That's pretty much it. UTRH is the establishing event for Jason Todd post death so of course a lot of it is about his death, although it's arguably about the lack of response to his death more than his death itself, and he certainly makes it Bruce's issue but one beef doesn't make a trend. Plus if his death is anyone's issue beyond his own Bruce and Joker are like the number one guys whose issue it is. He THINKS about his death a ton in Lost Days, but it doesn't really reflect externally on any of his interactions besides with Joker, which again, that's justified and relevant beef. Teen Titans 29 is more about his place in the hero community/feeling like he was an outsider even before the bomb/Tim being the new robin than about his death, and side note, that being counted as an attempt on Tim's life also bugs me. He beat him up and then left of his own volition. That's not an assassination attempt its called a fight, albeit a sneaky and unfair one. But anyways. I can't speak on Battle for the Cowl because i haven't read it, both that and Batman and Robin 2009 don't really compel me, but it's entirely possible that's an outlier to my point seeing as I kinda sorta haven't read it and don't care to lmao. Even New 52 (although HIGHLY unpopular) and Rebirth/Dawn of DC/Whatever we're doing now Red Hood content don't really have him talking to people about it besides the occasional little quips. He might make stances that were developed because of his death other people's problem, like in the Mia Dearden Green Arrow situation with the "getting involved in other people's business" issue, but acting like he makes specifically his death everyone else's problem is ignoring all of the perfectly valid actually canon things he makes other people's problem. Most of the unpleasant traits he brings to the table are a result of his death and the sense of abandonment and betrayal that came with it, but that doesn't mean he's bringing his death into it when he acts unpleasantly any more than he's bringing his birth into it when he shows up in the first place. The consequences do not equal the event. All this to say it's irritating when people say the character is grating because he doesn't stop whining about his death when that kinda just indicates to me that they're working off fanon based on fanon based on kinda mid batman annual.

[clockworkcheetah]

spin this wheel and see what DGHDA character you get

[throughpatchesofviolet]

Sherlock is Limbus posting and excited about Project Moon... Nature is healing...

Hehe ... this ask made me smile, because this is honestly how I felt making my post, last night--like everything was alright.

[starrylevi]

Giving Levi the life he deserved in the Sims 4 ♥️ Levi Sim was made by the Patreon creator, SpicyPeace ✨

[threespacemonkeys]

Once again promoting this silly but yet compelling story of Sarak and Amanda. Please check it out:

https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/164859928?show_comments=true&view

[roselyn-writing]

Woohoo! I just found the perfect headcanon FC and VC for my Rose, the pink magic girl! 🩷💝🎀✨

Her FC is: Amanda Seyfried.

The actress who played Karen in mean girls. As for her voice claim. Her voice claim is: Andrea Libman, the actress who voiced Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy from MLP. You can listen to the voice here

[chainmotif]

actually noticed the writing on the wall during one of my saw (2004) rewatches:

If you try to keep your life for yourself, you will lose it. But if you give up your life to me, you will find true life.

which is a slightly altered version of Mark 8:34-35, in which Jesus addresses his disciples:

Then, calling the crowd to join his disciples, he said, “If any of you wants to be my follower, you must give up your own way, take up your cross, and follow me. If you try to hang on to your life, you will lose it. But if you give up your life for my sake and for the sake of the Good News, you will save it.

[shannonpurdyjones]

My #1 piece of advice for fiber arts hobbies is find real life local community to engage with if you can. I've learned more handy tricks and advice about spinning from the owner of my local yarn and weaving shop than from hours of online tutorial videos. AND made a friend too 🥰🥰🥰

Which is rewarding in itself of course. But as a bonus sometimes when you go see your friend for help tuning up your spinning wheel, she'll go "Hey, a beloved customer just passed away and left me all her weaving stuff. Do you want any wool?"

And thats how you come home with two gigantic boxes of beautiful wool roving for $20 😍

[wearethecyclones]

JoshEddie pt. 3???

Part 1

Part 2

(Coda to 8.06 and 8.07, kinda.)

IDK anyone, but if anyone like idk wants to be tagged in these ?? Let me know ? If you'd like that ? or something ? I'm going to eventually get them making out so..... ;) Okay bye.

Josh could’ve texted Eddie at any point in the last couple of weeks, really. He’d composed a couple texts in his head but hadn’t gone so far as to type them out. 

They had spent a long time talking over breakfast that morning after Halloween. Eddie had unloaded some serious stuff on Josh and he keeps thinking about it. Eddie’s grief over his wife, Eddie’s disastrous romances, his batshit insane parents taking his kid… He wants to check in on him at the least, and that’s so normal right? Right. Of course it is.

Or… he could snoop around to find out. He spots Buck talking to Maddie in the break room when he’s on his way for a coffee refill and starts plotting a way to casually ask how Eddie’s doing… which is immediately derailed when he overhears that Buck is spiraling about his boyfriend. 

One impassioned elder queer speech later, Josh still has no idea if he should text Eddie or not. 

“You’re a lifesaver, thanks for that,” Maddie says, giving him a drive-by hug from behind on her way to her station.  He pats her arm right as she slides it away and sits. “And what boy has you feeling so romantic, huh? You said you were destined to die alone and love is a sham blah blah blah last time I asked if you were on the apps at all.”

Josh’s eyebrows shoot up. “Boy?” he asks, incredulous. “There’s no boy. It’s just nice seeing people being, you know, happy and stuff.”

“He was having a meltdown.”

“Well, then maybe I’m just in a good mood about being able to share some wisdom.” 

Maddie narrows her eyes at him, unbelieving and mischievous, but she lets it go when a call comes through. 

Josh turns back to his tablet, unable to help the furrowed brow and screwed up mouth he sees reflected back at him in the screen. What boy? There’s no boy. He’s not feeling romantic about anything at all. 

He thinks about his phone tucked away in the drawer where it will remain until he takes his lunch. He wonders what he could glean from Instagram. He follows Eddie even though Eddie doesn’t post much, but still… 

**

Eddie thought the priest was hot. He’d even maybe entertained the idea of the flirtation but the knee-jerk reaction to affirm his straightness won out. Thankfully, considering the celibacy and all that. 

But the conversation still lingers with him. He’d never really been so succinctly called out for self-flagellation. 

Well, other than by Josh. That morning over diner coffee and French toast, after Eddie had fully outlined his entire situation, Josh had looked at him and said, “My god, the martyrdom of it all.” 

But it hadn’t landed quite the same way. Part of Eddie still thought that someone like Josh would think he took everything too seriously and that he wouldn’t understand just how much Eddie had to be the way that he is.

It’s hard to deny it from a priest, though. 

“Once you’ve done your Our Fathers, I want you to do something frivolous, something fun, something that expresses pure joy.” 

Eddie thinks about Josh. He keeps thinking about Josh. That moment of connection with him had felt light, somehow. Easy. Eddie wasn’t trying to charm him or be nice to him and Josh hadn’t been either. It had been fun and cathartic.

Eddie pulls his phone out of his pocket and flops onto the couch to agonize over what to text him. What he settles on (and sends before he can think twice) is: If I shave off the mustache, do I lose the emoji? 

It doesn’t take long for Josh to answer, either.

You watched me peel mine off my face and still let me have it, so I’ll let you keep it too. Are you shaving it off? Your poor little face is gonna be so cold.

Eddie grins. He bites his lip as he types out a response. If you aren’t on shift, wanna grab a drink to pay your respects?

Josh responds with a selfie of him in his blue polo, headset around his neck, frowning and holding his head up at his desk at dispatch. Raincheck? And please send a selfie of your smooth baby face to hold me over. 

That raincheck is legally binding. And you got it. 🫡

It’s for the best considering that Buck shows up on his doorstep with a six pack and a broken heart. 

**

“I am love’s kryptonite,” Josh declares, setting the world’s most perfect blueberry muffin back on the paper plate in front of him after only one bite. 

Maddie huffs a laugh. “No,  you are not. Your advice was good! I was just telling Buck he cannot control other people’s feelings or reactions, don’t make me give the same speech to you.” 

“No, I know, but…” Josh can hardly begin to explain how bad he feels about this. He gives Maddie an exaggerated pout. 

She gently shoves the blueberry muffin closer to him. “Eat. You’ve had a scary amount of coffee today.”

He sighs and tears another chunk off and pops it into his mouth. “God, at least he’s doing something productive. Or whatever. These are so good.”

Maddie nods. “He said every time he wants to text him, he bakes instead. Our place is overflowing with loaves, Howie said the firehouse is too.”

“Jeez. He should just text him then.”

She lifts a critical eyebrow at him. “Isn’t that like… the worst thing to do in this situation?”

Josh shrugs a shoulder. “You know what, I’m going to keep my mouth shut before I further destroy your little brother’s life.”

“Oh, please, it’s not your fault. I mean it. And his life isn’t destroyed. I gotta get back out there, but please just eat that and, I don’t know, get some water too.”

“I’ve had a very normal amount of coffee today, thank you very much. Go on, get.” 

He slides his phone out of his pocket when Maddie leaves him there. He sorta wants to text Buck to check in on him or apologize or compliment the muffins or something, but instead he taps into his thread with Eddie. 

Something he… well… keeps doing for reasons he refuses to think about. The last couple things Eddie had sent include a selfie of him with a freshly shaven face, Josh teasing him for having a pale upper lip and looking like a teenager, and a baby emoji from Eddie. 

It’s the picture he keeps looking at, obviously. 

Josh taps the side of the phone a couple times before finally typing and sending something. 

Might be rich of me to request this, but can you assure me I didn’t make Buck and Tommy break up? 😩

Josh finishes the rest of the muffin waiting for a response. He’s only got a few minutes left on his break and is contemplating another coffee (Maddie isn’t the boss of him, okay) when his phone vibrates. 

???? I have no clue how you would’ve had anything to do with it tbh, so yeah I can. 

Josh sends a quick summary of events as he cleans up after himself, stalling his return to the floor. 

Absolutely not your fault, Eddie responds. Buck just ran headfirst into a commitment-phobe wall because he didn’t have a real conversation with the guy. 

Josh tries to think of a response as he walks back to his desk, but Eddie changes the subject. 

When can I cash in on that raincheck? Drinks soon?

Josh grins at his phone.

[sage-lights]

thinking about a smosh high school au and angela's in "nerdy prudes must die" and amanda's at the stage door waiting with flowers and angela jumps onto her the moment she sees amanda and the rest of the gang is watching and secretly taking pictures of them and chanse is lovingly making snarky comments

[ducksbellorum]

9. Interrogation

whumpuary 2025 day 7 prompts: unfair fight, "no one is coming"

tw: pet whump (gen), Legion gets beaten up in this one

“So,” Larsh drawled. “My partner tells me you've been making some progress.” They were looming over where Legion knelt on the interrogation room floor. Naomi Larsh wasn't very tall, but then again, neither was Legion. The Pet tried not to feel intimidated.

“Yes, sir,” Legion said softly. They forced their hands to remain open and tried to control their breathing. This wasn't just any cop. This was Mistress' partner. They just wanted to talk, she'd said. Everything was going to be alright and there was no reason to be afraid.

“Oh, I'm no sir,” Larsh scoffed at them. “Let's stick with Officer, for now, how about it?”

“Yes, officer. This one begs forgiveness.”

Legion flinched as they burst out laughing. “Oh, aren't you the most well-behaved little thing.” They leaned forward and ruffled Legion's hair, giggling again when it inspired another wince. “I hear my partner's been spoiling you, that so?”

Legion's gaze flicked briefly to the one way glass. Mistress had said she would be watching, but Legion wouldn't be able to see her. They were tempted to reach out with their mind, but knew it would be fruitless. Mistress would have her own guards up and besides, they were meant to be focusing on the task at hand. “Mistress has been very kind to me,” they finally answered. “This- this- this one is grateful.”

“Yeah, you're a pretty lucky little shit.” They propped their hip against the table and studied Legion where they knelt. “Lucky to be picked up by my partner instead of rotting in a shelter, lucky to live when the rest of your house died, just plain lucky.” Larsh leaned in and Legion lost the fight against leaning away. “No one's that lucky.”

“This- I-” Legion struggled to follow the officer's train of thought. “This one begs forgiveness,” they finally repeated, though they weren't sure what exactly they were supposed to be sorry for. Larsh was just so close, looking at them like somehow the whole mess was Legion's fault. What did they want them to say?

Legion tried again to glance over at the mirrored window and Larsh grabbed them by the chin, forcing the Pet's face up to theirs. “No no, Pet,” Larsh chided. “Eyes on me.” Their grip tightened cruelly around Legion's jaw. “Stay with me now. I have a little job for you.”

Legion tried. But the touch proved too much for their fledgling guards. Larsh's hand on their face sent their mental walls crumbling, the sense echoes of the police station cascading in on Legion with a rush. Their eyes unfocused, trying and failing to latch on to anything real in the sea of sensation.

A closed fist made contact with Legion's ear. The sudden impact snapped their head back against the wall and their attention back to the present. Larsh stood in front of them, grinning crooked and mean. “Paying attention now?”

Legion tried to pull their guards together and failed, sliding down into a grease pit of half-there sights and sounds. “Don't, I- What do you want, please?” Not the most elegant way to phrase it, but they were drowning. Legion flailed out blindly and Larsh grasped their wrist with bruising force.

“I want you to try,” they snarled, eyes cold above their smile. “Try to stop me.” Larsh pulled on Legion's arm, unbalancing them, and slammed a knee into their face as they fell forward. Something in Legion's face cracked and they wailed piteously.

“P-please, this- this-”

Another blow and another. Legion curled into a ball, trying to make itself as small as possible. Larsh, however, was having none of it. They grabbed Legion by the collar and hauled it upright. The two swayed together, almost a dance, until Legion found its balance. Larsh released them and Legion stumbled, one hand scrabbling at the wall for support. “Fucking try,” the officer said again.

Voices screamed in Legion's head; training against memory against instinct. They wanted it to fight, surely that must mean it could. Or... no. Legion knew this. It was a test. “Can't,” it coughed. It remembered how to be good, how to take it. If it wasn't Legion's gift that humans wanted from it, then it was only this: silence and pain. It remembered. It had to. “This one is obedient. Please-”

Larsh hit it in the stomach and Legion doubled over. “Fight, you piece of shit,” the officer spit. “Fight for your life. Or are you just going to let yourself die like you let your Master die?” Legion crumpled to its knees, gasping for air. Larsh's boot connected with its ribs and sharp pain exploded into its chest.

“Didn't- couldn't-”

“What, you didn't fight for him? Couldn't even try to save him?” Larsh kicked it in the face. Legion's teeth sliced into the soft inside of its mouth. It tasted blood, smelled death, saw ghosts of past beatings in this room. It understood then: this was not a talk or a test. This was an execution. “Useless fucking mutt.”

Pain and pressure were exploding inside Legion's head so that it could barely think. Everything had gone so wrong so quickly. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Mistress had said- She'd said- “Mistress,” Legion cried out, reaching for the window. It could see itself in the mirrored glass, its face a mask of gore and Larsh standing over it, grinning like a demon.

“No one is coming for you, you piece of shit.” Larsh grabbed Legion by the hair, jerked its head back to expose its throat. “All you can do is die like the rest of them. Looks like your luck's run out.”

Legion couldn't breathe. The smell of blood was everywhere, choking it, sending it reeling back to the morning when everything had changed. When it had failed its Master. Legion screamed for its Mistress in the recesses of its mind even as its consciousness was driven down into darkness.

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[aurorauau]

also love the scene where all the Primavera girls are reacting to the news of Stella having a boyfriend and doing an interpretative dance of their shock and heartbreak and the bartender pulls out a machine gun to presumably go and kill Keith which Meryl takes away but she also runs out with them with the gun in tow. Keithle watch out lmao