#Soooo glad I only have a rug

[selvepnea]

Depending on how big the closet is, keeping BiBi in a enclosed space might be a good idea while you wait for the vet appointment so that you know where he is and can get to him easily. Some cats like to hide when sick or injured, or just plain upset/scared.

Since it sounds like diarrhea, make sure he has water and/or wet food so he doesn't get dehydrated. And if you can fit his litter box in there cats like things that smell like themselves.

I hope any of this helps!

I ended up doing something similar! I was a little worried if he would be more adverse to eating sine I was moving his food so far, but he seems to be eating ok still.

Funny thing, when I checked on him in the morning he was pretty clean, but the closet was a mess when I got home ^^"

Turns out he got some sort of parasite? I think? (I was too tired to ask too many questions :( ) so I've got about a week's worth of medicine before his stools start firming up again u_u

[johaerys-writes]

Hello! Only if you don't mind, are you up for a Snippet Sunday? Thank you so much for your Patrochilles fics, I love all of them soooo much♥

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoy my fics! I've been working on a western AU (aka patrochilles but make them cowboys) so here's a snippet from the first chapter:

The boy that’s standing at the ranch’s threshold is the last thing Achilles would have expected to see. He must be about fourteen, fifteen at most; his face is dark and sunburnt beneath the shadows of his wide-brim hat, his neck glistening with sweat in the waning light. He holds himself up tall, though it’s clear by his posture and his clothes that he’s been travelling for the better part of the day, perhaps longer.

“Are you lost?” Achilles asks him. It isn’t very often that they get visitors this time of day, or evening. 

The boy gives him a long, level look, fidgeting with the strap of the pack hanging off his shoulder, which seems to be his only possession. “This the Pelides ranch?” he asks, voice hoarse and scratchy with exhaustion. His soft drawl sounds vaguely southern, but not from a place Achilles can easily discern.

“The very same.” 

“Is the owner home? Mister Pelides?”

“Who’s asking?”

The boy tenses. “I’d rather speak to him direcly, if it's all the same to you.” 

Achilles gives him a careful look-over, his thumb tucked behind his belt. He doesn’t look like a desperado—too young, perhaps, for that, though Phthia's been seeing more and more of them— and he’s no peddler either; he's got no wares to sell that Achilles can see. His clothes would have once been of good make though they’re now worn and dusty, and the silver spurs on his boots mark him as anything but a laboring man. Whoever he is, he must have been well off… at some point.

Achilles hesitates for a moment before he gives the dogs a clipped command. They all sit on their haunches as Achilles swings the door open to let the boy in. He waits for Achilles to bar the gates again and lead him up to the house’s front porch, where Peleus and Chiron are now curiously watching. 

“What’s your name, son?” Peleus asks, a friendly yet cautious smile on his lips as they ascend the porch steps. 

“Patroclus, sir.”

“And what’s your father’s name, Patroclus?” 

Patroclus’ jaw clenches. “I ain’t got none, sir.” 

Peleus’ expression softens just a little with genuine compassion at this. His father's always had a soft spot for those without family, home or hope. "Well, I'm really sorry to hear that." He rocks a little back and forth on his rocking chair, his smoking pipe dangling from his lips. “What can I do for you, Patroclus?”

“Looking for work,” Patroclus says without preamble. “I'm strong, and I work fast. I can bale hay and buck barley and clean the cattle pens, and fix them fallen fence posts what I saw on my way in—or anything else that needs fixing.”

Peleus considers this for a long moment. “Hay season is still a ways away,” he remarks thoughtfully. “And I’ve got enough men for the fences and the barley and the cattle. Come back in a month and I’ll have work for you.”

His tone is dismissal enough. Peleus pushes himself up and turns towards the house, missing the boy’s face that instantly falls at his words. Patroclus' dark eyes go wide in alarm and his mouth works soundlessly for a moment, lips cracked by the heat and the sun. He must have been out under the blazing hot sun of the valley for days, weeks by the looks of it. His hands are soft though, delicate fingers tightening over the brim of his hat. Hands that probably haven’t known half the work they claim they have.

Achilles’ heart clenches, inexplicably, at this.

“Calving and foaling season is almost upon us,” he tells his father carelessly. He picks up the old saddle he’d set aside before the boy showed up, and starts absently working on the stitching again. “Last year we were running ourselves rugged day and night; sure would help to have another set of hands around.”

Peleus stops short. Patroclus stares at Achilles, but his surprise lasts only for a moment before he hurries to say, “I’ve worked with cattle before, and I’ve grown around horses. I can ride a horse and train a horse for carriage and for riding and muck out the stalls. I can do anything you tell me, and I won’t ask for nothing more than a hot meal and a place to sleep.”

He doesn’t say ‘please’ but Achilles can almost hear it, at the tip of his tongue. He catches himself silently begging his father to take the boy in.

Peleus stays quiet for a long minute, his face obscured by the smoke of his pipe. “Pay is ten drachmae a day, plus board and lodging. The men’s bunks are full; you’ll have to sleep in the barn for now. This alright with you?”

“Yes, sir,” Patroclus says, and the palpable relief in his voice is almost…heartbreaking. “Thank you, sir.”

[earl-grey-teacake]

all of your loscar WIPS sound so delicious I need them please 🙏

(I wamt to see more of logan and his dragon soooo badly)

Awww! Thank you!!!🥰

I hope to have them finished and published soon!

I'm really glad people are enjoying the Dragon AU. I was afraid it would only be a thing I enjoyed and forced onto others😅

Please enjoy!

*****

"First couple flights are going to be a bit rough because you're both getting used to each other and that's okay. Don't hold the reins too tight and lean forward. Leg pressed firmly against the side and look straight ahead, okay?" George pulled on the straps, making sure they were tightened.

"Okay!"

Selenite flapped twice before lifting into the air and it seemed to go fairly well before the dragon, unused to having a rider on her back, tipped to the right side too much and sent both of them tumbling.

"Logan!" George called out, rushing to the kid with his dragon close behind.

Amalthea whined, jumping up and ready to rush over before Nico put a hand on her nose. "No. They have to learn." This earned him an angry whine and a huff.

Thankfully, Logan was the kind of kid to keep getting up and his dragon seemed to be the same. Undeterred from the incident, she moved into position so Logan could climb back on and try again.

Crashed into the barrier. Too much downforce and came skidding down the track. Overshot a turn and tumbled into the gravel.

Logan ended practice that day with more bruises than when a loaner dragon threw him off mid-testing. Selenite seemed to have it worse, having the dragon version of a rug burn when she nose dived and skidded down the track.

*****

Thank you for the ask!

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Caine Coming To You After Facing John

Caine X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Blood, injury, mentions of death, angst, stitching wounds, fluff, and spoilers

Word Count: 1.6k

Requested by @the-marshals-wife​

(A/N:) It has been soooo long since I’ve gotten to write for the John Wick universe! It’s hard for me to get ideas for franchises that I adore as I don’t want to ruin them or the characters. Soooo that’s why I haven’t been writing more John Wick stuff though I really want to! So I am sooo glad that you requested something for Caine, cause it gave me the push to write something and I’m really happy with the way it turned out! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Spoilers for John Wick 4 below!!! Do not click if you haven’t seen the movie!!

Seriously spoilers!!!

Caine stumbled while trying to staunch the blood flowing from his wounds. He gritted his teeth trying his everything to ignore the pain. He never wanted to face friends as their killer but he had so much to lose that he had no choice in the matter. He would have cried and begged if it would have changed anything, but it didn’t. So he took his orders with little complaint and now he had to face the consequences. Before he realized he wound up at your doorstep, blood seeping through his fingers and barely conscious. Fumbling around for his cane he knocked twice upon the door he collapsed at. He could hear you fumbling around trying to get to the door, it was still really early and he knew he’d wake you up if he came. At the moment he just wanted to hear your voice again as it was the one thing in his life that could soothe him.

“Coming,” your muffled voice called still full of sleep. Your slippered feet padding against the floor before the door opened.

“Morning,” Cain grinned at your gasp. In seconds you were at his side not worried a bit of the blood staining your morning robe.

“What happened to you,” you choked dragging Caine’s weak form inside.

“I faced John in a duel,” he coughed. “Watch out for your rugs.”

“Screw the rugs,” you argued placing him down gently. “You can’t even see them I don’t know what you’re worried for.”

Caine laughed, grimacing as it tugged at the bullet wounds that were still seeping blood. “Just because I can’t see them doesn’t mean everyone else can’t.”

“They make new ones I can assure you,” you retorted. Before he could answer, he heard you leave him alone in your living room. You returned moments later, your hurried footsteps telling him how worried you were. Caine also heard the sounds of your first aid kit rattling in your hands.

“I’m still bleeding out on your rugs,” he called when he knew you were close enough to hear.

“Shut up about the rugs,” you huffed. “If it’ll make you feel better I’ll let you buy me a new set. I’m picking them out though you have no sense of style.”

Caine grimaced in pain but couldn’t help the smile that came to his face, “It’s hard to tell which color is which.”

“Oh yeah,” you snorted, “did you suddenly become colorblind?”

“How did you know?”

“Woman’s intuition.”

When you first met Caine his sense of humor had made you feel awkward as you didn’t want to offend him for his lack of sight. But despite his line of work, Caine didn’t take much seriously around you and he liked to joke around to keep things light. It had taken you some time to get used to his form of humor. But now as you had gotten to know him more you played along.

Caine quietly touched your knee as you prepared to patch him up the best you could. It reminded him much of the first time you both met. A woman such as yourself taking pity upon a man bleeding out in the street, despite not knowing that he could possibly be dangerous. In return you had found a new friend and Caine found someone who he could share a little of himself with.

“You do know that the only thing I sew is holes in my clothing right,” you asked, shattering his train of thought.

Caine reached for your wrist holding it tightly as you trembled at the thought of hurting him worse. But the thought of him dying in your floor, scared you more.

“I trust you,” he replied with conviction laced in his words.

“You really need to go to the hospital Caine,” you whined.

“Can’t afford the questions they would ask.”

You sighed, “Whatever. Just promise me not to die on my watch okay?”

Many grunts, tears (mostly yours), paper towels, and swears you had Caine patched up once more. You had guided him carefully to your couch where you made sure to get him comfortable. Now he laid there listening to you clean up the mess he had caused. Your humming was wobbly and he could hear your fingers shaking against each other as you had a hard time grabbing the soiled bandages and cotton balls from your floor.

“Are you okay,” he asked turning his head in your direction though he couldn’t see you.

“Getting there,” you answered.

Caine always liked how truthful you were with him and yourself. You never hid a thing from him and he found it refreshing. His life revolved around lies and secrets that he was finally free from. His thoughts circled to his daughter and he wanted her to meet you. As you had been his only friend for a long time now, Caine wasn’t willing to let that disappear now that he no longer had any obligations to the High Table. He breathed deeply, his skin pulling taut against the stitches you had carefully put in him. He grinned to himself until you came back again, finally done from cleaning up.

“Are you hungry,” you asked taking a seat on the floor beside him.

“Maybe later.” 

“Okay.”

Silence settled back in between you both and for the first time in a long time you felt awkward around Caine. He could tell that you were wanting to talk more, you just didn’t know how to start the conversation. Nor did you want to pry too much into something that you didn’t need to know. Caine hated when you felt this way and he hoped now that he had found his freedom once more that you would find the freedom to talk to him more. Ask him questions you normally wouldn’t due to his life he had hidden from you. You had been his oasis, a hidden one in the desert that he wouldn’t let the High Table even lay eyes upon. Now he had you to himself and you were always there for him no matter what.

“You can ask me (Y/N),” he said searching for your hand. You offered it to him and he held it with a firm grasp. You sucked in a breath at the feeling of his thumb caressing the back of your hand.

“What happened,” you asked finally. It had been bothering you and while you didn’t want to pry into matters you had no right to know, you couldn’t deny the curiosity eating you inside.

Caine sighed but refused to release your hand, “I gained my freedom but I had to kill one of my friends to earn it.”

He was glad in this moment that he couldn’t see your face or the expression that had to cross it. He could imagine it though and it tore his heart to shreds.

“I’m sorry Caine.”

“What are you sorry for,” he asked. “You didn’t pull the trigger.”

“I know,” you sniffed. “I just can’t imagine the hurt you’re going through right now.

Wordlessly Caine cupped your cheek, his other hand never leaving the grip on your hand. He traced your features with the rough pad of his thumb, finally allowing himself the moment to ‘see’ your face. Your skin was flawless beneath his touch, your lips soft, and the outline of your jaw round. Though he couldn’t see you visually he found you beautiful all the same. Your breathing quickened and you found yourself losing to his touch. He had taken the life of his friend and by the way he said it many others. You couldn’t imagine what Caine was going to have to live with for the rest of his life, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to abandon him. You suddenly didn’t care about his sins, what mattered to you most was that he was here. He was finally free and now you could see the man Caine was actually, the man he didn’t want to hide. You remained still, letting Caine do what he needed. You couldn’t deny that feelings had grown after that first encounter, you just never made them known or want to push him in anything. Caine just didn’t open up to outsiders and you didn’t want to be the woman who cut off his only escape from the daily life he lived. You were always his confident and while you longed for something more you never wanted to push your feelings upon him. But now as he smoothed his fingers across your features you couldn’t suppress the excited shiver. He grinned at the emotions he was making you feel. The thoughts of John on the back burner as he was now free to acknowledge everything he couldn’t before, and one of those things was how he felt about you.

While you didn’t believe so, to him you were absolute perfection and he wanted to spend the rest of his days making you believe it. He leaned in closer, ignoring the pain that the tugs on his stitches created. You were more important, this was your time, and this was the moment that he was going to make you his. You pressed closer seeing what Caine was trying to do. Mere seconds lapsed and the distance closed, his lips upon yours. He moved gently caressing you with all the pent up emotions, the salt of your tears dancing upon his tongue, while the sharp tang of disinfectant filled his nose. It couldn’t have been a more perfect moment to him as he found his new beginning laying on your couch, wounded, tired, and still sad. But there was brightness ahead and he couldn’t wait for you to meet his daughter. Caine smiled once he parted from you, laying back to finally relax, did he fall asleep while you remained at his side.

[sssm1l3]

rereading sins of the flesh and i can’t believe it didn’t cross my mind until now to ask u if u would be willing to divulge ur secrets since it won’t be finished. if not i understand but i’m still so curious<3!! how would it have ended? what was the deal w shane? what was carl n judith’s true relationship? etc etc anything ur willing to share i will eat up !

-youneedavisa

Hi soooo glad to see you again! So, okay When i write, I never really...plan? I let the characters tell the story and watch it play out, And a lots happened since I was writing that, so forgive me if these are inconsistent with anything I wrote in the story, but from what I remember,

After Ron tried to kill Beth, him and Carl were going to go into like the city to go and visit Rick while he was in a coma, giving Ron and Carl a chance to bond more. They did this because Gabriel assumed that if anyone could convince Ron to stay in the cult, it would be Carl, and going back into the city would give Ron a chance to see what he was missing if anything, and hopefully help fuel his decision to stay

The footprints by the edge of the cult were not Shane's but actually Dan's (the pedophile dude that Shane let fuck Carl before Carl was taken to the cult), because he was scouting out the area to eventually intrude upon

When they did this, it was because Shane learned about Judith, and wanted her from Carl, mostly just to hurt Carl not because he actually wanted to raise his daughter, but he wanted Judith from Carl. Him and Dan would rip through some of the cult, violence, maybe some deaths and all that, but would eventually get to Carl. They'd also try to kill Ron cause he would try and protect Judith and Carl obviously but---because I love Ron and cant bear to kill him---he would survive and while Shane was occupied trying to fight Ron, Carl would kill him, because Its not one of my fanfictions unless Shane gets murdered (Dan managed to get away from the cult before he was killed)

They would eat Shane later, Carl and the rest of the disciples, and while Ron still refused to eat Shane, he would be the one to cook the meat, he's getting used to the customs, and doesn't want to leave

Carl and Judith's true relationship is what it is, she's Carl's biological half-sister but is Carl's daughter in every way that matters, and would grow up with Ron and Carl as her parents

Rick would wake up from his coma and would meet Ron and Carl and Judith and it would be really sweet and everything, and when he went back to work, he would investigate the case with Dan because since Gabriel's little cult is recognized by the law as like....an actual religion, they did report that they had been attacked, and they just.......didn't mention that there were two guys, only one, only one guy came and attacked them, there wasn't another one kicks dismembered hand under rug

Dan would be caught and prosecuted

Ron ends up staying the cult after he sees his mom in the city during an outing with Carl and sees that she's going on about her life, and that she's doing well, and doesn't need him, but Carl does, and so does Judith, so he stays, and he cooks, but he never eats anyone, just to maintain some of the morals he once had

So thats what I remember of my plans, thank you for asking!

[dayurno]

you’re not a stick in the mud dayurno….. we love you and it’s soooo important to talk about this stuff! especially lately i feel like any criticism for the author is immediately bashed because she might see it, but criticism and hate are such very different things and the racism in the series really SHOULD be addressed and talked about. clearly we all adore these books but there is a very harmful pattern that just ignoring does nothing for. anyway you don’t really have to answer this i just want you to know we love u and im glad you said something, so many of us agree with u and you are not ruining fun by talking about important things!!! pls always feel free to post vents and such on your blog lovie

thank you!!! at the start of this blog i spent a long time talking about this kind of thing and the fandom was remarkably more hostile towards characters (and fans) of color, to a point where the only people really having these discussions in any complexity were me and a few friends, and it made me miserable :)! i don’t even know if anyone has been around long enough to remember my period of inactivity that followed that but of course the reason behind it is that it just wasn’t fun anymore, which is also why i don’t talk about it as often or in length anymore. but seeing how easily any criticism has been swept under the rug, seeing how the things many of us have said years ago were immediately buried under louder voices promoting no-nuance takes on the series, it just felt very terrible. there’s not really any point to this, and i by no means plan to be the hub for these discussions when i’ve done my time already, but it’s still worth talking about. the aftg fandom really will never let you forget its majority is white americans :=)

anyway! thank you cutie for the reminder perhaps i needed it! let’s continue on our planned schedule of having fun and kiking about kevin day online and being good judys

[tatjana-fantasy]

(Part 5)

Let’s continue my replay of The Quarry :) Some thoughts (Chapter 8 + Chapter 9):

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 6

I can totally understand why Ryan wouldn’t want to kill Chris, who is essentially his father figure. At the same time, I do understand why Laura doesn’t see another option. I still think it’s a little extreme for her to immediately want to kill Chris, but I sadly get where she is coming from ;__;

I actually like Ryan’s and Laura’s dynamic quite a lot! More in a sibling than in a romantic way, though. :)

Okay, let’s talk about the infamous “Maybe neither.” Personally, I always thought that in the context of Laura’s question, it simply meant that Ryan likes neither more (and at least the German version translates it as “I like both”), but even if we assume that he likes neither of them … he doesn’t owe Dylan anything. Just like Emma is completely allowed to say No to Jacob without being harassed over it, Ryan is completely allowed to say No to Dylan without being harassed over it. And I say that as someone who ships them.

Speaking off Dylan, I LOVE the scene where Emma “maces” him XD

STOP LAURA STOP LAURA STOP LAURA (I lost Nick on my first playthrough because I wanted to show my trust in her T__T)

Yay, I freed Jacob :D The puzzle is still soooo confusing though. I’m kinda glad I avoided it on my first playthrough because I can’t imagine I would’ve ever pulled it off!

WTF is up with the music after Laura gets captured?? And how have I never noticed how unintentionally funny it is??

I’m surprised the dialogue between Abigail and Emma in the beginning stays the same even if she’s infected :O

I heard that Constance’s death apparently got censored in some versions of the game, so I’m happy mine isn’t among them :) She and Travis were the only Hacketts that died on my first playthrough …

Not gonna lie, Jed’s death by Laura’s hand is surprisingly brutal!

Bobby is so hilarious, I love him <3 <3 <3

I LOVE the moral dilemma of accepting Laura’s bite. On my first playthrough, I accepted Laura’s bite because I hoped that there would be another way to save Chris, but at the same time, I feared that I made the wrong choice. I really didn't want to kill him :-(

You all already know this, but: HOLY SHIT THE SCRAPYARD SCENE IS SO GOOD. The werewolf, the lights, the music! And afterwards, when Dylan begs Kaitlyn to leave him! While it sucks that he won’t be in the lodge later, this scene almost makes it worth it <3 Oh, and I got the trophy for infecting everyone, so now I just need to save them ;-)

And then, the scene with Abi and Emma. Emma’s words to Abi hurt so much T__T Her “Abi …” at the end sounded like an apology :-(

(Btw, I luckily knew what I had to do and escaped via the ladder, but I think it really sucks that going to the stairs is an automatic death sentence.)

On my first playthrough, I refused to shoot Chris during the Hackett showdown, and Ryan, Laura and Travis died. I was freaking devastated. Ryan’s death in particular left me so heartbroken that I had to stop playing for that day, only to have literal nightmares about how Dylan would react to his death. It certainly left a lasting impression on me … only to pull the rug under my feet when I saw what the actual ending of the game was :-/

I love the Hierophant flashback, but damn, I really wish the game would allow you to pick another card afterwards :-/ I think it’s pretty unfair that simply finding this card already makes it impossible to see another card’s vision …

But anyway, I still enjoyed these chapters despite some problems I have with them. :) See you next time, when I finish my replay of The Quarry!

[ask-serendipity-sky]

Please don't ever change! I felt everything your last anon said about the tension surrounding BTS rn. There's sooo much that makes absolutely no sense regardless of shipping, promotions aand the boy's relationships with each other. Frankly, I don't blame anyone for being confused and frustrated by it.

In shipping alone, we get content that feels manipulated on all sides but apparently, we're not allowed to discuss those parts. Like many of your anons I think, I get confused and search for discussions only to find all accounts content to glorify the good parts and ignore everything else. And in the midst of all that I cannot tell you how refreshing your blog is. It's truly an open and honest discussion about things hey we might have no idea of...but at least we are talking abt it. So many ppl got over the Holland attack soooo damned fast its INSANE, jikookers included.

All morning, I've seen them switch fast to hype the upcoming vlog that you wouldn't ever know Jimin posted those pictures if not for Tkk trending right now. No one wants to address the fact that it happened and that personally, I don't understand why JK said it the way he did. These guys are smart, JK especially is brilliant in how he puts things across on camera to say enough without saying too much. On top of that they are somewhat aware of what's going on in the shipping world... so why talk about the vlog like it is something he was forced into knowing the way it can be construed..why not post anything on Jimin's birthday at least knowing that there are ppl who will check on it? It's not for our benefit but it makes no sense considering jkkers show JK to be someone who would love for others to know they are together and loves being associated with jimin? The bar is soooo low it's nonexistent at this pt and nothing makes sense.

Hi anon,

I'm glad you find my blog refreshing. A lot people think it's a pain in the ass lol

But yeah, nothing makes sense and once it does it's because it's been edited to fit what the fans want.

In a way, the blame is not all on jkkrs either. They want things to make sense too and some stuff must be swept under the rug for that to happen although it is not very honest. There is no bar anymore!

If jikook is downplaying jikook, I will sound delusional talking about how jikook is real. Because they are.

Perhaps my blog can take a more neutral approach to things and allow for conversations to flow instead of throwing in my thoughts. I still think we need a place to voice the opinions that get shut elsewhere. Maybe that's the best option.

Thanks for sharing your thoughts.

[gravity-knight]

Ok DFF finished and I’m mad

Started off so good, I was hooked. But that ending… 😒

Story was definitely interesting. The concept. The characters. All good. But the direction from possible supernatural, to whodunit, to a delve into the human mind kinda fell flat.

I guess it’s my fault for expecting something that just wasn’t gonna happen. I stopped my investigaytions when I realized what was happening. But it was still fun picking characters apart

Por. Poor spoiled little rich kid. Had you been a better ring leader things wouldn’t have escalated

Top. I dunno I thought there could’ve been more to his shitty actions. Thought he was secretly in love with Tee or White. Thought he was a secret agent for Tee’s uncle. Thought he would have some kind of secret. But nope.

Tee. Oh man there was a lot going on for this kid. I really went in liking him but when he started to manipulate Non I took a step back. I still felt bad for him for some reason. Then we find out more and how he and White met and started to pity him. Even his ending is just sad.

White. Poor Snow White did no harm. He came to play in the woods and had his heart stabbed. Finding out that someone you loved isn’t the person you thought they were hurts. Then having to go through all that stuff in the cabin ESPECIALLY when you didn’t even want to go? He really gave off final girl to me but in the end just an innocent bystander. Had he mustered up some courage though, ALOT of things could’ve gone differently.

Tan. Idk guys, manic is definitely a good look on this man. The irony of playing the older brother though. I think he may be first on the list of who had the most fucked up experience. Coming back home to your family like that. Leaving you all alone. Nothing but revenge on your mind.

Non. This guy really did a number on me. All he wanted was to make his movie. I don’t think he even really wanted friends. I think he just wanted to be needed. Cause if he wanted people around him who cares about him he would not have done that to Phee. I really didn’t think we’d get a character like that from Non. I thought he’d be painted as a troubled weirdo and that would be it. And to find out that was his fate? I really thought he’d just appear in the end. Or wake up somewhere in the forest. Also Mr. Keng too?

Jin. Omg did you guys see that hallucinoJin (😉) so much ass. Jin definitely has the most secrets out of the group. The rawness of it all. Boy is obsessed. I’m glad that he confessed what he did to Non and why he did it. I was afraid that would be swept under the rug or suffer a premature conversation interruption. Also there’s something kinda nice about falling in love with your crush’s boyfriend. Like you both loved the same guy. That’s not weird right? I mean sure but it’s like poetic weird right? Ironic? Am I using that right?

Phee. Boy. Like. What? He was soooo in love and so hurt. He helped Non and was betrayed. He had every right to feel the way he did. And still he. Blamed himself. His hallucinations showed Non dying in multiple ways. All suicidal. And him not being able to save him no matter how many times he tried to. Sorry I’m still standing by JinxPhee. Need them in like a gay killers sort of project

(Dead) End. Ok so I’m wtf. Like that was so unnecessary. It made no sense really. Everyone was drugged and Tan placed weapons all next to them to which they ended things. Now Fluke. Top and Por I had already lost all hope for, for a long time. Tee and Phee was up in the air, so were White and Jin. I ultimately thought Jin would be the last one standing or atleast one. He felt very main character out of the main characters. And I thought the film’s end with him being the only one that made it out the house was foreshadowing. White being as submissive as he was I thought he’d power up in the end at the critical moment. But when it turned out to be Tee. I thought Tee would pull a Romeo and Juliet. So now this two year jump confused me.

I was already thinking why none of them are in jail and why we don’t see the aftermath of Jin’s hand. And why would Tee just be at home

Phee pulling the “maybe we never left” card got me so upset. Because why. Was the drugs actually poisonous? Did they all consume too much? Why are Jin and Phee connected and with Tee? Was the antidote actually fake? Phee told Jin to wait for him while he went back for Tee. So was Phee “waking” from his hallucinations actually not him waking up? Because I questioned why the smoke wasn’t affecting him after he woke up. And then we hear the puff. For all we know there was never an antidote

I just wished they gave us a bit more than a shot of the house for an ending. Like the ambiguity wasn’t needed. Just say they all died and show all the bodies.

[running-in-the-dark]

I felt like I got nothing done today because everything looked more chaotic by the time I was 'done' (aka too exhausted to keep going, and also it was late so I had to be quiet). I put up the pegboard I got from IKEA a few days ago, I cleaned a bit in the bathroom and hallway. and then thought I'd just quickly put up the new fabric (it's actually a cheap rug from IKEA lol) that I bought to fix a cat tree that we got for free months ago. the old one was very shredded.

anyway. I realised I couldn't properly remove or replace it without taking the tree apart, so I did that. then I attached the pieces of the rug (I was so glad that I have an electric staple gun lol), etc. etc.

it took so long. soooo long. I broke a piece a little bit so I spent at least 30 minutes just trying to fix that. and when I was mostly done it was too late to finish the rest.

but! I talked to my friend on the phone, that was nice. and I cleaned the hallway in the end so at least the cats can go in there again, even if their cat tree isn't done.

and!! then I ordered food!! by myself! I know that's literally so normal but. I've only done that once before (like 10 years ago. it did not go well!). I didn't even call or anything, just ordered it in the app, but still! I would normally find that impossible! just. going downstairs to get the food when it gets here. it's so stupid but that's really really hard and scary. or it used to be, I guess!

our doorbell is a bit broken, so I went outside when I thought I saw the delivery driver. it was another car, but, there was a stray cat outside that loudly meowed at me! so instead of going back inside, I sat outside and petted the cat for 10 minutes 😄 it was super friendly, jumped up on the bench with me and sat on my lap. my legs are all scratched up now from where it kneaded them lol but it was worth it 💖

[silverflame2724]

Inspired by a YouTube short.

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“I never used to understand why women were attracted to—like firefighters and policemen and operators. You know, like real rugged men.” Wei Wuxian slurs, drunk out of his mind.

“Oh, not this again.” Jiang Cheng groans.

“What do you mean?” Wen Ning asks and Nie Huaisang, Nie Mingjue, and Wen Qing all sigh.

“Just listen to the idiot.” Jiang Cheng replies. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

“…….pararescues, with their final activity. And I said, of course! It gets me out of work.” Wei Wuxian grumbles. “So they handed everyone casualty cards and these clothes covered in fake blood. And mine said I was missing my leg below my knee and a gaping chest wound. So I’m laying there like…..”

Wei Wuxian flops, sprawling in an exaggerated manner to show what he did.

“So this group of like twelve men come in and one beautiful, broad-shouldered, mouth-watering specimen makes eye contact with me. Oh! And did I mention his eyes? His mesmerizing, golden eyes? My gods, they just drew me in! But anyway, he slides up, grabs my casualty card, looks at it, looks at me and says in this deep, rich voice “I’m going to get you out of here, don’t you worry.” And when I tell you I swooned,” Wei Wuxian cut himself off, fanning his reddening face. “And then he picked me up! Like I weighed nothing!! And carries me out of the building. I was 100% straight when I walked in—”

At everyone’s disbelieving looks, he amended, “Okay, I was in denial what with my compulsory heterosexuality clouding my thoughts, but I was straight! At the time!! And then this hunk of a man completely overturns any thoughts I had! Heavens, his muscles! I could feel them! They were so firm and hard and……”

Jiang Cheng and the rest of them give Wei Wuxian a withering look and continue drinking.

“And oh! I ended up meeting him again and again and guess what?”

“What happened?” Wen Ning, the ever patient one out of all of them, asks.

“Well, we ended up going on a date or two or three! And A’ Ning, he’s soooo great! I think I want to marry him!” Wei Wuxian whines, draping himself over Wen Ning.

Wen Ning patted Wei Wuxian’s back until he fel something cold prickle his neck. He turned around to see a man with gold eyes, staring daggers at him.

Wen Ning gulped and was about to stutter out an answer when Wei Wuxian noticed the man and peeled himself off Wen Ning, flinging himself at his boyfriend(?).

“Lan Zhan! I was just telling Wen Ning how I met you!! I’m so glad you’re here, I missed you~.”

“Mm. Missed Wei Ying too.”

Wei Wuxian preened and soon after was led away from the bar by his boyfriend.

“So,” Wen Ning said, trying to keep conversation. “How many times has he told you this story? Everyone seems fed up.” Wen Ning had just returned from a study abroad trip so he didn’t know the story until now.

Wen Qing gave a long suffering sigh. “We have had to listen to that idiot for months, now.”

“Ah.”

“One would think that he would stop considering he tapped that,” Wen Qing said darkly. “But no. We still listen to him recall the story even today. I can only hope this all stops when they get married.”

.

.

In the end, Wen Qing got that wish six months later.

[batarangsoundsdumb]

guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.

For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell

fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one

i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft

that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you

tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again

as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams jason: don't you dare put on weird shit tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)

hear me out hear me out, red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans t h i g h s

holy shit yes.

SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe

superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'

does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom

it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.

I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?

as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)

somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.

and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!

babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence

babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to

JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT

again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song

The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian

oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag

soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"

i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage

Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?

don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)

What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk

stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.

This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it

This is canon now @nctxrejects

lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out

idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family

bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another

I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.

yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.

Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings

smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn

Duke was adopted by Bruce?

not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?

True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live

true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?

apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome

ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.

ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut

lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash

oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man

while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.

dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie

magnum hot take

hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth

thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)

why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???

what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones

oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no

I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked

yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends

"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years

i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.

BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them

lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.

I am in love with your posts your honour thank you

omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?

The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST: 1) clark 2) lois 3) oliver 4) dinah 5) john

Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian

yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

and what about it?

when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST

oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat

Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes

lmao i do too

I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it

he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.

you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank

babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)

ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something

that's a very good vocabulary upgrade

somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”

steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.

Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you. Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious

babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks

In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97

lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)

You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.

bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers

How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?

horrible, next question.

I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid

yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

superman: so what do you do in your free time? batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time

bruce and oliver be like boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)

lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)

Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje

he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'

I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??

i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way

SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed

'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'

i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam

fair enough

[ladyli28]

After Our Date / Harry Wells x Reader

Summary: It's late after you and Harry complete your date, so you both decide that you'll stay over at his place. This would be your first time ever at his home on Earth 1. How will things play out?

Rating: T/fluff

if you enjoy make sure to leave a ❤ i'd appreciate it!

This is the first time you've been to Harry's apartment. You both decided that you are going to go to his place after your date. He took you out to a nice restaurant and you both had a few drinks.

Hand in hand, you both walk up to his place, and he unlocks the door, "We're here, don't mind the mess." You look around the room in awe, not sure what 'mess' he was talking about. "Your home is beautiful!"

"Thanks, it's just temporary, until we stop zoom." You nod, and he takes your coat and hangs it on the coat rack. You take off your heels and set them near the front door, then head to the coach. The living room has a nice white and gray theme. The couch is white and the pillows and rug are gray.

"Can i get you anything?" Harry asks. "I'm okay, thanks."

"Okay, make yourself at home, I'm going to be in my office."

As he leaves, you get up to look around some more. You see a lot of pictures of him and Jesse together and some of Jesse and her mom. "Harry was a family man, huh.." you grin. His ex-wife was beautiful. It must have been so hard for him and Jesse to loose her.

Leaving the living room, you walk into his bedroom. He's a neat man. His room doesn't have any clutter at all, unlike yours. He has a huge king sized bed, and a fairly large dresser. "He probably gets so lonely sleeping in this big bed all alone.." you comment, brushing your hands against his sheets. You lay back on his bed, sinking into the mattress.

You sigh, "it's been a long night." Tired, you look in Harry's dresser for something to sleep in. "Goodness Harry your wardrobe is so plain.." you whine.

"You don't like my fashion sense?" You flinch from the sudden voice. "Dammit Harry, you scared me!"

"I'm sorry Y/N," he chuckles, "do you need help finding sleepwear?"

"Yes.. please." Harry goes over to you and his dresser and digs through his clothes' until he finds a T-shirt. He opens the lower drawer and looks for some bottoms. "Are sweatpants okay?"

"No, i don't like to sleep in those."

"Okay, well, the only other thing I have are" he coughs, "boxers.." You smirk and say, "Those'll work just fine." He takes the clothes' and hands them to you, hiding his pink face.

He starts to exit the room before you say, "You don't have to leave yknow. This is your room."

He coughs more flustered coughs then replies saying, "I just don't wanna make you uncomfortable." You rub his back and give him a kiss on the back of his neck and whisper a, 'thank you.'

You change into his clothes and throw the clothes you previously had on, on the floor. Then, you crawl up into his bed, snuggling the sheets. Harry comes back into his room 8 minutes later.

"All done?" he asks. "Mhm.. i feel soooo relaxed." He grins, "I'm glad. So you take the bed, and I'll take the couch then."

"Huh?? What do you mean?" you ask, confused. Could this man be any more generous. He's willing to sleep on the, well comfortable, couch for you. "What's the matter?" he asks back. "You don't have to sleep on the couch, come sleep in your bed."

"Are you sure you're okay with that?" You roll your eyes, "Yes Harry, please come in bed already." He blushes a bit, then takes off his shirt and pants and climbs in bed with you. You cuddle up close to him and he puts his arm around you.

"You know... you can take your bra off too, just to get more comfortable." He coos. You nudge him on his hip, "maybe next time." You both laugh for a bit, then fall asleep in each others' embrace.

[daisybeewrites]

You Made Me Soup??

word count: 2.5k

warnings: lots of fluff, daisy gets a cold, daniel takes care of her :)

requested? yes

ship: dousy/daniel sousa x daisy johnson

Soooo this is the first writing that i’m posting on tumblr, let me know how I did in the comments! I’m a sucker for Daisy fluff, lets hope you are too b/c this is very fluffy. I appreciate any feedback and I hope you enjoy!

p.s. drop a request in my inbox if you have a fic idea!

Daisy felt like crap. She just got back home from a long, long mission that seemed as if it had dragged on for weeks (it hadn’t). More importantly, she felt like she hadn’t seen Daniel for weeks (she had, in fact, seen him just six days ago). The night air was chilly as she trudged up the stairs to one of her safe-houses. She frequently crashed here after missions, so she wasn’t surprised when Daniel opened the door and bear hugged her. 

“Umph.” Daisy was sore, and her head hurt like a hangover made of bees, but Daniel’s soothing presence relaxed her. He lifted her chin and gave her a deep kiss on the lips. Sousa would love nothing more than to hold her like this for a couple hours minimum, he knew that Daisy needed time to decompress by herself after missions. He helped her inside and shut the door behind them. Daisy's stomach growled. She peered inside the fridge and settled for a tomato and cheese sandwich. Daisy sat at the kitchen island and munched tiredly. Daniel sat on the couch and silently studied her. Something, he thought, is off. 

“Sweetheart?” he called. 

“Yea?” she replied, around a mouthful of bread.

“Are you, uh, feeling okay?” The genuine concern in his voice caused Daisy to sit up some and look over herself. 

“Do I look that bad?” she wasn’t offended, just surprised. There were a couple tears in the legs and one on the side of her suit from the brambles she had had to run through, and she wore dirt all over her face from the dust that had kicked up after she quaked the enemy assailants back about fifty feet. She honestly didn’t think she looked that bad. A tiny frown appeared on her face before Daniel quickly shut down her train of thought. 

“No, no, you look amazing as always,” Daniel got up quickly and stepped across the dark wood paneled floor into the old tiles that covered the ground in the kitchen. “No, Dais, that isn’t what I’m saying.”

As he reached her, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and brushed her hair out of her face. Daniel had to admit, she looked very cute when she was tired. However, he was too worried about how out of it she looked that he couldn't fully appreciate her adorable state. 

“Then what? Do I have leaves in my hair or something? I could’ve sworn I got them all out!” she began to comb her hair out with her fingers. Daniel just grinned. When she was satisfied that there weren’t any leaves in her hair, she glanced back up at him. His hands were on his hips, and he was using his new prosthetic leg that Jemma and Fitz had designed for him. She returned his grin and hopped off the counter so that she could wrap her arms around his gorgeous shoulders. Suddenly, her vision swam with little black dots and she couldn’t quite get her balance. Daniel reached out to steady her with a little more than worry in his eyes this time. 

“Look at that,” Daisy grinned wider, “I’m actually falling for you.” Daniel let out a low sort of chuckle and sighed. “Daisy, I think you need some sleep.”

Daisy patted his chest and nodded. “Probably.” As she said it, she let out an involuntary yawn, “Okay, so definitely. I need sleep.” 

Daisy began to walk back to her bedroom. It was cozy, and the colors reminded her of her bunk on the zephyr. There was a large bed with an old, wooden nightstand to match in the corner, and a few bean bag chairs and a short floor desk so that she could work at night. The bed was covered in comfy quilts and a soft, lavender duvet. No one would have guessed that a superhero lived here except for the hexagonal panels lining the walls, ceiling, and floor. Simmons and Daisy agreed to install them after Daisy almost leveled the house during a nightmare. It had been Daniel who suggested painting them, so that she wouldn’t feel as enclosed, like a caged animal. Daisy had been all for protecting those around her, insisted on it even. That doesn’t mean she didn’t feel weird having her bedroom look like the containment module. So, with Daniel, Coulson, and May's help, she painted the walls a homey grey and covered the floor in colourful mix-matched rugs. She left the ceiling white. 

Daisy trudged over to her bed and slowly started taking her gear off, but got stuck with the zips and hidden ties. 

“Hey, uh, Sou-” she coughed, “I need some help!” Her voice was muffled by the fabric of her suit. Daniel came to lean on the door frame. He smirked at the sight before him. Daisy’s arms were twisted behind her trying to undo a zipper, but had gotten caught while trying to pull it down. Subsequently, the material she had already loosened in the front rose up to reveal her tan, toned stomach. He walked over slowly and put his hands on her waist. 

“Mmmhm, Danny-boy, if you want me to sleep you need to just help me out of this damn suit!” she heard a chuckle and a soft ‘okay’ in response. He reached around her and undid the zipper, freeing her hands of the black fabric. She pulled the top over her head and went to get a sleep shirt. 

Daniel stopped her. “I’ll get it. You just relax.” 

Daisy was too tired to argue. She undressed from the rest of the suit and took the over-sized, comfy clothes he gathered. She pecked his cheek before going to the bathroom to wash her face and put the clothes on. Daniel watched her walk into the bathroom, a bright pink blush on his cheeks when she turned around and noticed him staring. At least he didn't cover his eyes when she changed anymore.

Daisy closed the door and turned the lights on in the bathroom. This was the first time she was able to good look at herself after the mission. She really did look like hell. The scars on her stomach and legs were a tad irritated from wearing her tac gear for so long, and her eyes also looked red. She ignored it and made a mental note to use the healing ointment Jemma had packed in her duffel bag on the red, raised tissue. She leaned forward to get a better look at herself. Her nose itched. Daisy quickly forgot about it as she finished getting ready for bed and slipped into the shirt and shorts that Daniel had handed her. 

When she stepped out of the bathroom, Daniel wasn’t there, but she could hear him in the living room down the hall. She still felt horrible, but the warm, coffee-and-vanilla scent that was just Daniel lulled her into a deep sleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.

When Daisy woke up the next morning, she felt absolutely disgusting. She grumbled as she tried to sit up. Her head was pounding, the pressure centered right between her eyebrows. She noticed the bottle of water and pills sitting on her bedside table, and promptly took them. Her nose hurt now, and her body was achier than it had been last night. She could probably sleep for another hour. Instead, she forced herself onto wobbly legs to take a scalding hot shower. The steam felt good on her muscles, and cleared her senses enough that she could properly breathe. She dressed in a clean t-shirt that she recognized as one of Sousa's and a pair of grey sweatpants (also Sousa's, Daisy stole them). Daisy trekked down the hall towards the warm, inviting couch. 

Daniel felt more than heard Daisy arrive in the living room, but only turned around when he heard a large crash!

“Daisy! Are you okay? What happened?” Daisy was currently laying on the floor next to a fallen lamp. 

“Ow…” she . “I turned the corner and this lamp was here.” 

Daniel crutched over to her, then gracefully sat down beside her. “Sorry Dais, didn’t know the lamp was an enemy combatant.” 

She gave a tired laugh. “I should’ve looked. I don’t feel great right now. I was practically sleepwalking down the hall.” 

Daniel looked over Daisy. He noticed she was wearing his clothes, and tried not to show exactly how that affected him. Daisy snapped him out of his reverie with a small sneeze. Without missing a beat, he handed her his handkerchief. Daisy still thought it odd that he had one, but felt extremely glad he did. Daniel thought he heard a low mumble of ‘cute square’, but couldn’t be sure. Daisy was definitely cute, even when sick.

Daisy groaned as she clutched her head. Daniel swung himself up, and she noticed his leg was... not a leg. Daisy smiled. Knowing that he felt safe enough in her house to relax and not wear his prosthetic made a little bubble of warmth blossom in her chest. Daniel reached a hand down to help her up, and with expert balance, helped her up to her feet. He pressed the cool back of his hand to her forehead. Daisy leaned into the touch. 

“That feels good. Like, really good.” 

Daniel gave her a quizzical stare. “Has anyone ever taken care of you while you were sick?”

Daisy was incredulous. “I’m not sick!” 

Daniel replied with a raised eyebrow and took his hand away from her head. She leaned forward slightly, chasing his hand before stopping herself. It dawned on Daniel that she hadn’t had parents to take care of her when she was a kid, and there was no way she would have let the team nurse her if she came down with something. 

“C’mere,” Daniel led her over to the couch and handed her a thick blanket. She took it and tried to spread it over her legs. Daniel laughed a little as she failed miserably. Daisy pouted and sighed, frustrated. Daniel took the blanket and flourished it, then laid it gently over her. 

“Square,” she teased. An adorable square.

“Your square, though.” Daniel grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm, then her knuckles and wrist. Daisy didn’t want to admit how good it made her feel. Daniel got up as he directed her to stay there. “I’ll get some stuff to help.” 

Daisy dozed in and out while Sousa gathered what he needed. She could smell something delicious in the kitchen, and heard Sousa walking around. When he was finished, he woke Daisy up with a shake of her shoulder. He carefully helped her sit up. 

“Let’s go,” he stated, with a mischievous smile. 

“Go... where?” she questioned. The look in Sousa’s eye was making her slightly nervous. No, not nervous... just jittery with anticipation. Huh. Daniel started to walk away, checking over his shoulder to see if she was coming. She quickly shook her head and got up. She followed him down the hall to the bathroom, where a warm bath was waiting. 

“Honey?”

“Yes, dear?” Daniel was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, and staring at 

Daisy as if she was the only light in the universe. His gaze made her feel all mushy inside, and she pushed down the tears that almost welled up. Daisy told herself it was because she was sick (but we all know it wasn't). Daniel broke eye contact and pushed himself off the counter. 

“I’ll be in the kitchen," Daniel winked and gave her kiss on the cheek, then left Daisy standing dumbfounded next to the tub. "Holler if you need me.”

She touched where he kissed and promptly undressed. The bath felt like heaven. If only she could keep her eyes open... 

She was woken around fifteen minutes later by the smell of something she could only describe as mouthwatering coming from the kitchen. She toweled off and put on a t-shirt and the shorts she wore the night before. She tip-toed to the kitchen and wrapped her arms around Daniel. Daisy rested her head in between his shoulder blades. She lifted her head and he turned around to place his hands on her waist, slowly pulling her in.

“I don’t think this is safe next to a stove.” Daisy quipped. Daniel murmured something incoherent in her hair. She peered over his shoulder to see what he was cooking.

“Soup?” Daisy questioned, “You... made me soup?” Daniel suddenly seemed shy. He looked away, unsure if he was stepping too far, or if she even liked soup. Even groggy and sick, Daisy picked up on this. She threw her arms around him and whispered into his shoulder. “Thank you, Daniel. No one's ever done this kind of thing for me.” 

His face warmed at hearing her call him Daniel. It wasn't often that she did that, usually she stuck to a silly nickname or called him ‘Sousa’ out of habit. 

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” Daniel leaned in for a kiss, but Daisy quickly leaned away. Daniel sent her a confused, pouty, adorable glare. 

“I-I don’t want you to get sick,” she stuttered by way of explanation, “You should probably stay away until I’m feeling better.” In spite of her words, when Sousa slowly leaned in, she mirrored his movements. 

“So, you do admit you’re sick.” Daniel whispered with a triumphant smile. Daisy wanted to argue, but realized there was no way out of this. She pushed him away and shuffled over to the living room, flopping dramatically on the couch.

“Yes, fine! I’m sick.” Daisy closed her eyes to go back to sleep, then remembered the soup that Daniel was currently pouring into bowls, and sat up. He brought it over and carefully handed it to her. She tried a spoonful and burnt her tongue the first time. When she tried again, she looked up through her lashes at Daniel sitting beside her, intently waiting for her verdict.

“Oh my god, this is amazing!” she half-moaned with delight. “You need to cook more often.”

Daniel watched her eat the soup quietly, and took her bowl to the sink when she was finished. When he got back, Daisy had turned on the TV and was watching Singing in the Rain. He smiled at the familiar picture. They spent the next couple hours watching old movies and cuddling. Daisy had protested at first, but gave in when Daniel threatened to tell Jemma she was sick. Daisy happily drifted to sleep with her head on Daniel's chest and the rest of her wrapped around him like a koala. 

She woke up early the next morning, and somehow got up without waking Daniel. She padded over to the fridge to pour a cup of orange juice, swallowing a couple pills to help get rid of the last dregs of her cold. She felt really good. Better than good, actually. She felt warm and loved and she had a soft smile on her face as she watched Daniel snooze. 

Little did Daisy know, Daniel had absolutely caught her cold. Daisy also didn't know exactly how needy Daniel is when he’s sick. 

A/N: how are you feeling? warm, fuzzy? good. that was my evil plan all along. have a great day and don’t forget to drink water!

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Braiding Gonta’s Hair! (Gonta Gokuhara x Ultimate Beautician!Reader)

— As the Ultimate Beautician, you had a keen insight to the personal beauty of everyone you met

— Some possessed a simple beauty while others possessed more complex beauty but regardless, you could see the beauty in everyone, especially in Gonta Gokuhara

— From his manly physique to his caring and kind nature, Gonta Gokuhara captured your heart in an instant

— Yet, there was one thing in particular you had to do in order to sastify your need to beautify the world

— Braid Gonta Gokuhara’s hair

— His forest green hair was so long and voluminous! The perfect length for all sorts of complex braids! Your mouth watered at the thought of braiding that beautiful man’s equally beautiful hair

— So there you were, brushing the knots out of Gonta’s hair while humming your favorite tune to yourself

Inside your Ultimate Research Lab, Gonta Gokuhara sat in a hair salon chair and smiled happily to himself while you, (Y/N) (L/N), brushed the knots out of his long green hair. He enjoyed the sensation of the hairbrush through his matted locks, as well as the tune you were humming to pass the time. After all, Gonta did have a lot of hair.

“(Y/N) really good at hair brushing!” Gonta commented with a grin, “Knots gone?” he then asked curiously.

“Almost!” you exclaimed, as you brushed the last of the knots out of Gonta’s hair. His gorgeous locks shined under the lighting of your lab, “There! Now, let me get the hair ties! Do you have a preference for the braid?”

“Preference?” Gonta parroted back.

“Triple strand, waterfall..” you listed off some options for braids until you noticed the look of confusion on Gonta’s face, “Triple strand it is! A simple look will frame your face well.”

“Okie dokie!” hummed Gonta, giving you a thumbs up with his large hands and a big smile, “Leaving to you, (Y/N)!”

Your cheeks reddened at his carefree smile, your knees going wobbly at the sight of Gonta’s beauty.

Compose yourself! you exclaimed to yourself, as you grabbed the hair ties and wrap them around your wrist. Carefully, you separated Gonta’s hair into three sections and thus began your work on braiding his hair.

“Your hair is so long, Gonta!” you mused aloud while you braided away, “What’s your secret?”

“No haircut,” he answered.

“Oh? For how long?” you added.

“Ten.”

“Ten?”

“Years!” Gonta answered gleefully.

Your eyes widened in surprise and you mentally slapped yourself on the head for forgetting that Gonta spent most of his life in the forest, living among wolves. Still, it played into Gonta’s raw beauty, a rugged yet gentle soul brimming with potential. If only you could be there to witness him blossom!

“And there!” you informed Gonta happily, letting go of his now braided hair, “All done!”

You grabbed the handheld mirror and held it behind Gonta so he could see the finished product. It was a simple yet beautiful three-stranded braid, perfect to tame Gonta’s wild locks.

“Soooo.. what do you think?” you asked, worried that Gonta might not like your handiwork.

“What Gonta thinks?” Gonta asked, slowly turning his head to face you. His eyes suddenly lit up like Christmas lights, “Pretty! Gonta likes braid!”

You felt a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and gave Gonta a smile, “I’m glad you like it, Gonta. That warms my heart.”

“Warm heart?” Gonta questioned, “Heartburn?” he gasped, “Heartburn bad, Kirumi give you medicine!”

“No, no!” you giggled at Gonta, “I just mean that it makes me happy to see you enjoying my handiwork.”

“(Y/N) very talented,” Gonta nodded to himself, “Talented and pretty Ultimate!”

“Th- Thank you, Gonta..” you stammered slighty, “How about we show the others your new ‘do?”

“Sure!” Gonta rose from his chair and grasped your hand gently, eager to show off his braid to the others.

You gave yourself a tiny smile.

Maybe I’ll tell him how I feel tomorrow.

[costellos]

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮! 

—asks received between Sept. 1 and Sept. 16.

anonymous asked: My all time favorite concept is cuddly Stands. Wingman Stands. The ones that figure out that I like someone and then proceed to act on it. I can just picture sitting there, beating down my feelings for Polnareff or Kakyoin and all of a sudden, my Stand just starts nuzzling into their neck and we make direct eye contact. I start trying to apologize but my Stand just keeps hugging and kissing them. I firmly believe someone (probably Joseph) would tease me about it. 😂🥺

AHHHHH I LOVE THIS!!! stands are basically a shadow of yourself sooo 👀 I think Silver Chariot and Emerald Splash would be flustered. especially Chariot; Polnareff acts suave but I like to think that the moment his flirting is returned the man just shuts down. Emerald Splash would handle it a lil better, but Kakyoin is doing everything he can to downplay the situation. you? like him? ugh, that’s unimaginable. although he’d tease you about it, that pink blush is unmistakable. 

anonymous asked: Ight, concept time. Im in college for massage therapy, and we spend a lot of out lab time massaging one another (and it's soooo niiiice. My touch starved quarantined ass LOVES it.) Anyway. Now I can't get it out of my head of treating my faves to a nice massage. Ceasar and Joseph after training. Literally all of the Crusaders, especially sweet Polnareff. Using swords is tough work! Id love to help him relax. (Something tells me Joot wouldn't want to cooperate. No matter. I'll massage Star. 🥰)

omg that sounds amazing! I’m so envious.... can I come to your massage therapy class? anyway, I think all of them would appreciate it! some would be more excited than others (Joseph, Polnareff), but most would be super hesitant (Caesar, Avdol, Kakyoin) or would straight up reject you (Oldseph, Jotaro). just put those hands to work and they’d melt to your touch. they’d be in the middle of protesting and the moment u so much as pinch their shoulders they just go “hhhggghh... nice......” (Star would be your best client, he’s so happy to have any sort of attention from you 😊)

💘 anon asked: 😔😔i’m here to openly confess my love for pannacotta fugo, i’m gathering my brain cells to write you good concepts but for now, i wanna give him a hug and tell him it’s okay and purple haze isn’t that scary bc have you seen a depressed bitch’s dirty ass room before?? that’s scary purple haze ain’t nothing (ps i’m bitch)

PUT THOSE BRAIN CELLS TO WORK, GIRL. I WANT UR BEST CONCEPTS!!!

hmmm... it depends on the situation on whether or not Fugo would accept your words. if you’re just coming up to him out of the blue, I think he’d brush you off. but if you’re calming him down after an outburst and you’re persistent about talking with him, he’d be much more receptive. he’s so lost and so, so scared yet having you here, holding him, would remind him that not all things in the world are terrible. although he still doesn’t think he deserves you, he’s glad that you’re here nonetheless. 

just a soft anon 💖 asked:  Bro. I'm taking my fine art entrance exams tomorrow morning and I'm 😃 afraid because it's gonna be my third attempt and I can't stand the idea of spending another year of my life on prep for that stupid school. I just hope Mista would be proud of me. Ftuefhsjjagj anyway I hope you're doing ok Toya bby

just a soft anon!!! I’m so sorry about the late reply! but I know you put your best effort in your entrance exams and I’m so proud of you for getting it done and over with 💕 please let me know how you did!

Mista would 100% be proud of you! he’d be waiting outside of the entrance, and the moment he sees you come out, his face would just light up. he’d be so proud of you for finishing your exam. and even if you’re not sure of your results, he’d pick you up in a giant hug and tell you that those admissions directors would be stupid to not accept you. I hope you’re ready to celebrate by going to your favorite restaurant, courtesy of Mista himself!!

anonymous asked: Not a request but I like to think despite appearances, Risotto likes playing cute games. Imagine his s/o showing him Pitter Patter Pop and gushing over how cute his character is. (I know Pitter Patter Pop is a Jojo game BUT LIKE. THE GAME IS SO CUTE.)

LMAOOO. it probably starts as something he plays to pass the time. like, Formaggio has been raving about it for a week now, what’s the harm in downloading it? but then it turns into a minor obsession. wow. this game is pretty cute. but what’s cuter (and funnier) is seeing Risotto show you his phone and say, “[Name]. look. they got all my poses down."

anonymous asked: Concept: Going in for a hug with Polnareff except you both lean your heads the same way and accidentally kiss 😳😂 (alternate answer, i can totally see this happening with Joseph) (I've literally done this on accident before lmao)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Polnareff would be so embarrassed! he’d immediately pull back, eyes wide and a hand over his mouth. how he’d respond after that relies entirely on you. if you’re embarrassed too, he’d try to change the subject to diffuse the situation. if you’re into it, however, Polnareff would waste no time going in for another smooch 👀 gentler, this time. and correctly!

anonymous asked: But just think GoT universe and Ris is a targaryen. Uffff he has a sword forged from the blood of his enemies and an armour of leather and steel, and he rides into the battlefield on his massive dragon Metallica, and his king's guard's leader is Prosciutto Lannister and Ris has an alliance with the northern lord bruno stark. ufffff...

my knowledge of GoT is super limited but! imagine Risotto’s skin stained with blood and dirt. his breathing heavy and rugged. his eyes vermilion, as red as the fire that burns behind him. his muscles ache and his mouth is dry, but he’s not done with battle. not yet, at least. Prosciutto watches as Risotto advances. his armor is as beaten as his king’s, and though he’s capable of assisting Risotto, he merely places a paper rolled with fine tobacco in his mouth. he knows that this this the king’s fight.

anonymous asked: I can't imagine the circumstances, but I like to imagine Risotto teasing his s/o by holding stuff over their head (for example, the t.v remote). Maybe s/o wants to watch a certain movie but he doesn't want to lmao. Alternatively maybe they'll try to wrestle the remote from his hand but he's just sitting there, chilling while his fingers won't budge at all--

omg.... yes...... I think he’d do it with a super blank expression too. like he’s amused, he just won’t show it. the most you’ll get is a quirked brow. sometimes you see the slightest hint of a smile, and you can’t help but smile yourself. you know that action is reserved for you and you only. also his just sitting there, chillin, while his s/o tries to wrestle the remote from his hand is CANON u can’t convince me otherwise.