#With a side of

[spectra-bear]

Your favorite loose cannon

[giurochedadomani]

By the way, I need Zoro having the energy of a guy who's grown up with a sister, but given that the sister in question is Perona, he routinetely has those b99 moments of: 'nami, I need your hairdryer!!' 'what makes you think I carry a hairdryer in my bag, you brute ?? Have you met a real woman in your life???' *calls perona* 'of course I have a hairdryer in my bag, Zoro, I'm not a savage'.

And I also need Zoro and Sanji getting into a petty fight because the cooking and table manners of Mihawk are just slightly different from Sanji and neither Zoro nor Sanji will stand to be corrected about which ones are the correct ones

[twistedtummies2]

"EGADS! WHAT SORCERY IS THIS?!"

WHAT JIGGERY-POKERY IS THIS?!

WE GOT A TRAILER FOR THE TV SERIES VERSION OF "TWISTED WONDERLAND."

AND WE'RE GETTING NEW CARDS BASED ON THE CHARACTERS' OVERBLOT FORMS.

DID MY BIRTHDAY COME A COUPLE WEEKS EARLY?!

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie tiptoed into his bedroom and pressed a finger to his lips. Chrissy was fast asleep, curled up on the other side of the bed.

"Are you sure she'll be okay with this?" Steve asked.

"Of course, your parents are home. Chrissy understands that more than anyone. Why do you think she's here so much?" Eddie whispered.

"Because she's your girlfriend, and she likes spending time with you?" Steve asked.

"Well, that, too," Eddie grinned. "According to her, it's a thousand times better here than her house."

"I agree," he whispered.

"Thank God, we have a house now instead of that tiny ass trailer. Doubt we could have fit all of us," Eddie said.

Eddie slid into the bed behind Chrissy and patted the empty spot next to him. Steve crawled in behind him and let Eddie throw the covers over them.

"Goodnight, and thank you for letting me stay here," Steve said.

"Anytime, big boy," Eddie said.

It was early in the morning when Chrissy woke before anyone else. She smiled at Eddie, his face pressed to the pillow. She always loved watching him sleep. His arm was thrown over her, and she touched it, her hand trailing upward until it came into contact with the arm that was wrapped around Eddie. Chrissy frowned. That was NOT her arm. She looked over Eddie and found Steve sleeping on the other side of him. She grinned and tapped Eddie's face. He woke up and smiled.

"Hey, gorgeous," Eddie said.

"Steve is sleeping in our bed," Chrissy said.

"Oh, uh, yeah, his parents are home, and he didn't have anywhere else to go," Eddie whispered.

"Good call," Chrissy smiled.

"Chrissy. . .," Eddie trailed off and paused.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Can we keep him?" He asked, his big brown eyes wider than ever before. "Pleeasse?"

Chrissy couldn't stop the laugh that escaped her. He was just too damn cute. They both were. Steve snorted awake and glanced at Chrissy.

"Oh, good morning," Steve said, his cheeks turning red.

"I have to go to the bathroom," she said.

She leaned forward and gave Eddie a kiss on the lips before doing the same with Steve. She went into Eddie's ensuite bathroom, closing the door behind her.

"Does that mean we can keep him?!" Eddie yelled.

"Yeah!" She yelled back. "But he's not a dog, Eddie!"

"Tell that to his fucking eyes, babe," Eddie said and she giggled.

"You want to keep me?" Steve asked in soft voice.

Chrissy washed her hands and hopped out of the bathroom. She jumped onto the bed and straddled Steve’s hips.

"We're definitely keeping you," Chrissy said.

She started placing kisses all over his face. Eddie cackled gleefully and joined in, causing Steve to giggle. After showering him with kisses, Chrissy snuggled in between her two men, ready to get some more sleep. It was still rather early.

The next time Chrissy and Eddie woke up, it was to the smell of bacon. Steve was no longer in the bed with them. They quickly scrambled out of bed and went to the kitchen where Steve was cooking breakfast. Wayne was sitting at the table, sipping a cup of coffee and reading a gardening magazine.

"Is Steve planning on moving in, too?" Wayne asked.

"Moving in?" Eddie and Chrissy asked.

"Darling, when was the last time you were at your parents' house?" Wayne asked Chrissy.

"Oh. . .well, I guess it's been a while," Chrissy said with a frown.

"I was gonna tell you," Wayne said and put down the magazine. "The other day, your parents came back and dropped off a box with the rest of your stuff. I just didn't know how to break it to you, that they didn't want to see you."

"Oh. . .that's okay, Wayne," Chrissy said and paused. "I'm actually relieved. I didn't want to see them either. I know now where I'm actually wanted. I just hope you don't have a problem with it."

"Not all, sweetheart, you're definitely wanted around here," Wayne said. "Steve, too. We got plenty of room now to figure it all out."

"Look at you, Uncle Wayne," Eddie grinned. "At least I know where I get my whole collecting lost sheep thing from."

"Did he just call us sheep?" Steve asked.

"It's a compliment, sheep are cute," Chrissy said.

"They are fluffy," Steve grinned and ran a hand through his hair.

Chrissy moved over and hugged Wayne before kissing his cheek.

"Thank you, Wayne," she said.

"You and Steve make my boy here very happy," Wayne said. "You're both great kids. I'm happy to have you guys here."

Eddie placed an obnoxiously loud kiss right on Wayne's bald spot.

"You old softie," Eddie said.

He gestured for Chrissy to sit down at the table, and then he fixed them both a cup before joining his uncle.

"Admit it, Wayne," Steve said with a grin. "You just want me and Chrissy around because we both know how to cook."

"Aw, hell, you got me," Wayne said sarcastically.

"I knew it," Steve said seriously.

They all laughed as Steve handed out plates, and they settled down to a nice breakfast. Eddie and Chrissy kissed him both, thanking Steve for the delicious meal. Steve gave a crooked smile, blushing as they all ate in a comfortable silence. After breakfast, Wayne insisted on cleaning up, putting his foot down when Chrissy tried to help. He kissed all three of his kids' foreheads and ushered them out of the house so they could enjoy the morning. It was a completely different porch, nice and wide, but Eddie still insisted on keeping a couch out there. It was a nice idea, Chrissy thought as she curled up on the couch with them, and they all drank their second cup of coffee.

"This is nice," Steve said as he breathed in the fresh air and the other two hummed in agreement.

They watched the house across from them. Max insisted on still being across the Munsons, claiming them to be alright neighbors. It was high praise coming from her. Max's bedroom window opened, and a figure came tumbling out. It was Lucas. Eddie and Steve shared a look. No surprise there. Although, they both knew they weren't doing anything other than kissing and sleeping. . .at least Chrissy hoped not yet. The next figure that came out wasn't that much of a surprise either, considering that El was Max's best friend. Max leaned out the window and gave Lucas a goodbye kiss. Their eyebrows rose when she did the same with El.

"You know you could have used the door," Max's voice was heard from across the small road.

"It was more fun this way," El said.

"Totally," Lucas grinned.

"Dorks," she said affectionately.

Lucas and El took each other's hands before walking over to their bikes parked in front of Max's house. Max was watching them when her eyes caught Chrissy's, Eddie's, and Steve's. She froze. El and Lucas caught a glimpse of them as well. They couldn't help but freeze along with Max. Chrissy smiled. She enter laced her fingers with Steve and Eddie's before holding them up, letting them know they were safe. They breathed a sigh of relief. Max moved back inside while the other two rode off on their bikes, waving.

"Looks like we're not the only ones starting something new," Steve grinned.

Chrissy beamed as a bird fluttered by, singing as the sun shone down upon them. It was certainly a beautiful morning. They deserved this. Happiness. Love. Not a dark cloud in sight.

[andorshitdaily]

Good news. There are only 133 days until Andor season two.

But more importantly, it is @ireallyamabear's birthday so SKEEN TIDDIES FOR EVERYONE BUT MOSTLY BEAR <3

[badplacetohaveagoodtime]

Ah yes, "let's give this female character a glow up"

*gives them a full face of makeup and clothes that only cover the bare minimum or are skin and I mean SKIN tight*

Honestly, it's 2025. Why are we still doing this. Why is this the best thing you can come up with when giving any character a glow up.

[critifull]

Some dumb discord messages ❤️

These two feeding into my fixation is gonna be their downfall @roboticlol @nillusion (did y'all like Robotic's K.C impression 🥰?)

Yes this is a reference to that one king candy video,,

[palmolli]

some doodles of a concept I'm working on... yes, I'm still reworking that au guys. It's not dead, but uh... kage is dead. Again. Bro has been scrapped three times oml and gone through identity changes, too. Anyways, meet Zelda/Sheik. Nothing is quite concrete yet, but I'm actually kinda proud of their hair in the princess design... don't mind that other thing and the balloon. I was explaining something to my friend... (I've made these diagrams so many times, and they're all just as confusing, if not worse)

[matznothere]

me after watching an anime with a spikey black haired boy that acts all emo and is in a trio with another guy and a girl and is def gay 4 the other dude : yep that’s me guys he me fr

me asf fr

[justidiothings]

“traditional values” and conservative ideologies are intertwined with systemic misogyny. 

Traditional values are often framed as ideals of family, gender roles, and social order. People who advocate for these values emphasize women’s roles as the homemaker, mothers, and supportive wives. But here’s the truth: these so-called “values” are rooted in patriarchy, and they exist to keep women in their place. It’s an illusion of value—a trap that keeps women believing they are something they’re not.

conservative women are fine with being "property" because they assume they’re valuable property. They’ve been taught that fulfilling traditional roles gives them worth, that by being the perfect wife or mother, they somehow rise above the rest (I’ve seen many examples of this) But in reality, they fail to see the bigger picture—no matter how "traditional" they are, they are still property in a system that devalues women as a whole. A misogynistic man sees all women as below him. It doesn’t matter how obedient, “traditional,” or pure a woman is. To him, she is still less than. Still not enough. Still something to be controlled, used, and disposed of when it suits him.

Women think they’ve found safety and respect within these roles, but it’s all conditional. It’s a “value” that disappears the second they step out of line or no longer fit the mold. 

the whole idea that women gain worth through their roles as wives and mothers is a fallacy that keeps them tethered to a system of control, without them even realizing it.

"Traditional" = Subordinate

The reason this is inherently misogynistic is simple: these “traditional” roles are built on a hierarchy. Men are at the top, and women are expected to stay at the bottom. The "complementary" roles that conservative ideologies push aren’t about equality—they’re about reinforcing the idea that men lead and women follow. Men are providers, protectors, and decision-makers. Women are nurturers, caretakers, and supporters. This system might seem perfect to some, but when you break it down, it’s nothing more than a way to keep women from ever having true power.

A conservative woman might feel praised for her commitment to these roles, but that praise is just a mask. Her worth is only measured by how well she serves her husband, her children, or her family—and once she’s no longer in service, her value is gone. We’ve seen many examples of this either in real life or the internet, a man may admire her for being the perfect homemaker, but the second she wants something outside of that—whether it’s a career, autonomy, or independence—she is seen as a threat. The system doesn’t change because the roles don't allow it.

The Safety Myth: Protection That Isn’t Really Protection.

Conservative men tend to promise women safety, Women are told that if they embrace these roles, they’ll be protected, from what? But the reality is, this protection is a lie. The truth is, these roles offer safety only within the confines of strict gender expectations. Women are protected only as long as they fit the mold—play their part and never stray from it, and even then some women aren’t protected if they play that role, (what does women need protection from? other men? ) This isn’t protection. It’s control. It’s the safety of submission, and it comes at the cost of your own identity and freedom.

it doesn’t matter how much a woman conforms to the "ideal" that society sets for her—she is still seen as inferior. She is still less than. Her value is still attached to her relationship to a man, her ability to bear children, or her usefulness in the home.

This is the part conservative women fail to see: they aren’t exempt from the patriarchal systems that oppress women—they are merely playing into them. The idea that conservative women are somehow more valued by men than other women is just another lie told to keep them complicit in a system that seeks to control their every move. 

a woman’s worth is not based on how much she serves her husband, or how well she fills the traditional role; it’s inherent in who she is as an individual, regardless of her marital status, career choice, or motherhood. But that’s a message patriarchy doesn’t want women to hear.

True empowerment for women comes from the freedom to live outside of the narrow boxes that society forces women into, and from recognizing that no matter what role a woman plays, she deserves to be valued for who she is—not just what she does for others. 

How can we begin to break the myths around 'traditional values' and help women see the systems of control at play?

This post is centered around my other post where I mentioned “conservative women are fine with being property because they assume they're valuable property and they fail to realize that a misogynistic man views all women as not valuable, it doesn’t matter how trad and conservative the woman is. they’ll still below and worthless in their eyes”

[tiggymalvern]

ten people i'd like to know better

Thanks for the tag, @dreamerinsilico 😁

last song: uh, no clue. Whatever was currently on shuffle the last time I got home in the car.

last book: Apparently There Were Complaints, Sharon Gless' memoir. Weird, sad, funny and scathing.

last movie: I Saw the TV Glow. It had been on my list for a while - fantastic cinematography and atmosphere, I enjoyed it.

last tv show: Currently on Arcane season two (it's very good). I'm also watching some of Cagney and Lacey - I was curious about it after reading Sharon Gless' book. I remembered it vaguely from when I was a kid.

sweet/spicy/savory: I wouldn't want to live without either sweet or spicy!

last thing I searched for online: how to complete an Enshrouded quest after we'd tried to figure it out for over thirty minutes

current obsession: Burn Notice, still.

looking forward to: Trump dropping dead of a stroke mid-inauguration

Tagging @tirlaeyn @magadauthan @writergirl719 @darkskywishes

@ctoan11 @chaotic-plotter @ligercat @zigzag-wanderer @shuilian

@fadingembers

[do0zy-artz]

Ending up writing all of three of them! (@phosphorus-noodles!)

[Writing requests are still open btw!]

Mayor Lizzie is having a bit of a slow day. No one's come into her office just, requesting her fine mayoral help. And it was boring! Especially because she had no chores around the empire to do! She was stuck in thus silly office, bored and just waiting for someone to stop by! And on such a nice day, too.

Lizzie sighs, and slumps her head against her desk. It's not often she gets slow days like this, and she doesn't regret that either. She'd much rather have something mildly annoying to do rather than nothing at all! If she was a less civilized cat, she'd be screaming for attention! Like all those stupid ones in the villages.

Though her quiet and boring day won't last for much longer.

There's a knock at the door, though it's opened before she can even call it a response. A face is peaking through, one belonging to a familiar little bard, who is one of her newest allies. He practically bursts through the door after that, once again not waiting for a response or anything of the sort. As she expected him to do.

"Hello Oli." Lizzie says, unsurprised by his....rather dramatic entrance. He was always dramatic. And weird too. In fact, if Oli wasn't dramatic and weird one day, she'd start to get worried for him.

"There's a God out there, says he wants to see you." The blonde hums, gesturing towards the buildings entrance with a wide sweep of his arms. Dramatic, once again. But also quite a showman. Lizzie appreciated that in a man. Or a woman, she wasn't picky.

"That must be Joel." She says, not even thinking about it as she grabs her human mask off her desk. Reaching for it has basically become instinct at this point, due to all the time she's spent around these humans she's befriended. "Come on."

"He's being really persistent." Oli says, following his feline friend out of the room. Lizzie makes sure he shuts the office door behind him, and then starts making her way to the front of her mayoral office. The office door always stayed shut. Especially after that horrid silverfish infestation a few months ago....

"He always is." She hums, her tail flicking in amusement. Joel had probably banged on her door and been rude to poor Oli, knowing him. Though he probably wasn't that rude in reality. Not anymore than he normally was to the two of them. (Which was admittedly very little. Even of Koel said he didn't, he did have a soft spot for the two of them somewhere in that godly heart of his.)

Oli makes a noise of agreement beside her, and Lizzie chooses to ignore how her tail almost gets stepped on. Her totally human tail, of course. Nothing cat like about it. And Oli doesn't comment on the very normal human tail he just stepped on, either.

Lizzie opens the door, once they reach it, and finds herself face to face with just the man she'd been looking for. And some very green eyes staring down at her, very green and pretty indeed. Oli shoves himself to her side, leaning against the doorway casually

"Joel! Why didn't you walk in yourself?" Lizzie asks, looking up at her rather tall friend. He's bending down slightly, so that their more eye level. But only slightly. Stratos' ruler is still several heads taller than her and the fox to her left.

"I'm eleven feet tall Lizzie, I can't fit through the door." Joel snorts. Though his tone sounds rude, there's no actual malice behind it. They've gotten close enough to where she can tell when he'd pretending or not, which certainly makes holding a conversation with him a lot easier.

"No you're not! You're only like, seven feet!" Oli snorts, wrinkling his nose up at Joel. And while yes, he is right, Lizzie and their other friends tends to not tell him that. It's bad for his ego, or whatever Gem had said about it. So they don't say anything, for his sake, because sometimes it feels like Joel's ego is the only thing keeping him together.

"I am, actually. But I wouldn't expect a mortal like you to know that." Joel scoffs, looking down at the little man (well, little to him. Oli was actually a head or so taller than Lizzie herself.). Figuratively and literally looking down on him. Oli just rolls his eyes. "I couldn't fit through the door if I really was seven feet anyways. It's made for you small animal people."

"He is right about that." Lizzie hums her agreement, glancing up at the top of the doorframe. It only came to Joel’s shoulders. Fitting inside her mayoral building would've been quite uncomfortable for their godly friend. Oli himself was hunching over just a bit, anyways.

"I'm always right." Joel says, his voice full of self confidence. Oli rolls his eyes at that, something that seems like an instinctual thing now. The bard is also about to open his mouth, make some witty comments back, but Lizzie cuts him off. She doesn't need to listen to these two argue for another hour. Her day was already boring enough before.

"Anyways, what do you want?" She asks, looking at Joel. Her tail flicks curiously behind her, swaying from side to side. Her friends pretend not to notice it, if only to humor her and entertain the unnecessary persona she's made. Just like they always do.

"Too see you." Joel blurted without realizing, though his eyes got quite wide once he did. Lizzie could only giggle as the god stumbled over his words, the additionly reason coming a bit too late. "And uh, to get some amethyst shards."

Beside her, Oli scoffed. "Your really just here for Lizzie and shards?" He crossed his arms over his chest, pouting slightly and looking offended. Though it was a very theatrical kind of offense.

"Fine." Joel huffed, reaching over to ruffle Oli's hair. The bard made a sound of protest, but didn't move away from it. Even though Joel could probably crush his head with one hand. "I'm here for too, you annoying little bard."

"That's what I thought!" Oli huffed, triumphant. He uncrossed his arms, looking very pleased with himself.

"Yes, yes, you're both cute" Lizzie says, pushing herself between them and further out the door. There's a cheeky grin on her face, maybe a cat like one, some would say. "Now, let's go get those amethyst shards for Joel."

Both boys splutter behind her, watching as Lizzie walks away giggling. She knows their both blushing because of that, and maybe that had been her plan all along. But that was neither here no there, she finally had a quest to spice up her day with! Even if it was something as simple as trading amethyst to one of her boys.

[typicalopposite]

First ficlet of the bunch isn’t even from Ficlet Friday! 😂

This one’s for you @911multimadney 🤗 a little jealous Maddie and sweetheart Chimney

The girl has been periodically staring over at them for a while now.

At first, it wasn’t a big deal. Maddie ignored the less than subtle smiles, and the way she twirled her hair while looking over, and how she made the most ridiculous heart eyes at Chimney. They were finally getting some time out of the house, together, and kid free. She wasn’t going to let whatever some random chick was trying to accomplish ruin her night.

To be fair — not that Maddie cares much about the fairness in any of this — they aren’t on a solo date. Hen and Karen are there, too… but Maddie and Chimney are being nowhere near the level of affectionate that Hen and Karen are. Maybe that’s why this girl keeps checking Chimney out; maybe she doesn’t get that they are together. Maddie wonders if she should make it obvious they are together.

It has been a long time since Maddie felt the urge to drape herself over Chimney. To lay claim to what was hers. But this girl just keeps looking over. She keeps smiling… keeps clearly flirting… and it’s very quickly driving Maddie insane.

Then — because of course she does — the girl finally gets up enough courage, or enough audacity, to waltz over to where they are sitting.

“Hi,” she says; sultry voice to go along with her long legs… Maddie just hates her.

“Hey there,” Chimney replies. Always the friendly, inviting one of the bunch; he never meets a stranger and wouldn’t hurt a fly. It makes Maddie hate her even more.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but… weren’t you in the LAFD firefighter calendar?”

Chimney’s face lights up with pride at that. “Why yes; yes I was! Mr. April!”

“That’s so… hot,” She says, stepping closer to the table; to Chimney.

“Yeah. It is… hot,” Maddie suddenly blurts out. “He’s hot, and married… by the way.”

The girl's eyebrows fly up her forehead; Maddie wonders if it’s from shock that she spoke up, or that she is married to the hot LAFD calendar model firefighter… who is hot.

“Well…” she finally says, her flirtatious smile returning. “It was nice to meet you, Mr. April.”

“Yeah, you too!” Chimney says, barely paying the girl much attention as he slips an arm around Maddie; his face now furrowed and worried. “What was that about?” He asks once the girl has walked off.

Hen and Karen sip their beers, listening intently. Maddie sighs, embarrassed. “I couldn’t help it. She really had the nerve to walk over here and just openly flirt with you… looking like… that!” She crosses her arms, and sits back in her seat.

“So you were… jealous? Of— of me?!” Chimney asks and— dear god he just doesn’t get it does he?

Maddie’s soured mood disappears and she leans in to kiss him. “Of course I was,” she says against his lips. “You’re mine, Mr. April… no one else’s.”

[circular-bircular]

I lied, guess I’m not done with SAScourse—

If any of my followers are trying to send asks to those blogs — any and all of the blogs related to the harassment of my friend — then kindly fuck off and block me.

Harassing them isn’t protecting dude or helping him. Kindness is the right path.

They’re children. Toddlers. I’ve seen ages ranging from 13-18 for that group, beyond a person who I’ve had personal experience with and have seen the creepy AF asks from. Stop trying to syscourse with children. Let them be wrong on their corner of the internet please.

You know SAS doesn’t stand for harassment. You know SAS doesn’t stand for this shit.

SAS hasn’t interacted with those blogs beyond defending his name and privacy. Respect SAS if you can’t respect the asshole toddlers doing the harassment rn.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve: You know, just because I'm bisexual doesn't mean I have to like them at the same time.

Robin: I never said you had to?

Steve: I mean, I really don't have to. How would that even work? . . . Oh, great, it was bad enough risking getting rejected by one of them, but they could come at me from both sides with a double whammy of 'yeah, that's a definite no.'

Robin: Okay, I'm lost.

Vickie: I don't think he's talking to us anymore, Robin.

Robin: Shit. . .Steve, you're thinking out loud again, buddy. Who are you even staring at?

She followed his line of sight to find him staring directly at Jonathan and Nancy.

Steve: I mean, I guess if Nancy lets me marry her, then I'm going to have to marry Jonathan, too.

Robin: You don't have to.

Steve: *sighs* No, I'm going to. He's cute. I'm probably going to have to throw Argyle in there, too. He's got a lot going for him, though. I'd marry him for his hair care secrets alone.

Robin: Well, I'm telling you right now, babe, I don't think your dad is going to pay for that wedding.

Steve: *sad noises* I know. . .