#and that's because like. if people are in the place to do the thing they're already doing it. and if they're not they can't without help

[justaz]

I beg. Please. Reread the books. I need the reliance on fanon to stop. Canon is right there.

No one “debated saving Nico”. They all agreed immediately to save him:

When Percy was dreaming of Nico trapped in the jar he said: “‘Nico,’ Percy said, ‘where is this place? We'll save you....’” - Literally the first time he sees Nico, he decides that they’re going to save him

Then after Percy tells everyone at the table, their reaction is: “‘The giants are trying to lure us," Annabeth said. ‘They're assuming we'll try to rescue him.’ / ‘Well, they're right!’ Hazel looked around the table, her confidence apparently crumbling. ‘Won't we?’ / ‘Yes!’ Coach Hedge yelled with a mouthful of napkins. ‘It'll involve fighting, right?’ / ‘Hazel, of course we'll help him,’ Frank said. ‘But how long do we have before... uh, I mean, how long can Nico hold out?’” - Of course Hazel agrees immediately, as does Coach Hedge and Frank

After discussing the seeds, Piper says: “‘That's not much time,’ Piper summed up. She put her hand on Hazel's shoulder. ‘We'll find him. At least we know what the lines of the prophecy mean now. 'Twins snuff out the angel's breath, who holds the key to endless death.' Your brother's last name: di Angelo. Angelo is Italian for 'angel.'’” - Piper agrees immediately and brings up the prophecy which reaffirms the importance of Nico and a key part he plays in the quest, which means they need to save him

Percy introspection and final vocal agreement: “Percy stared at his jelly donut. He had a rocky history with Nico di Angelo. The guy had once tricked him into visiting Hades's palace, and Percy had ended up in a cell. But most of the time, Nico sided with the good guys. He certainly didn't deserve slow suffocation in a bronze jar, and Percy couldn't stand seeing Hazel in pain. ‘We'll rescue him,’ he promised her. ‘We have to. The prophecy says he holds the key to endless death.’” - Which is the set up for what people are actually in such an uproar about, the questioning of Nico’s loyalty even though the question is completely valid as Percy points out here. Nico is more a rogue agent, he does his own thing like when he lured Percy down to the Underworld to receive information about his mother. Sure he didn’t know what Hades would do, but Percy didn’t know there was a deviation to the plan in the first place - a plan in which he was already risking his life, trusting in Nico only to be betrayed even if Nico didn’t mean for it to be one.

Argo II scoreboard right now is 5/8 vocally agreeing to save him, no matter what the rest say, the votes are in favor of a rescue mission, especially with the importance the prophecy places on Nico. The only ones who haven’t vocally agreed to save him are Annabeth, Leo, and Jason.

Leo starts the vocal questioning of the safety and security of the plan: “‘Uh...’ Leo shifted in his chair. ‘One thing. The giants are expecting us to do this, right? So we're walking into a trap?’ / Hazel looked at Leo like he'd made a rude gesture. ‘We have no choice!’” - Leo is simply questioning the plan and Hazel reacts viscerally because she’s so focused in on Nico being in danger that the slightest hesitation seems like a worse problem than it is. Nothing against Hazel, I’d react the same way if it was my brother, but still Leo never said “let’s not save this emo loser” he’s just saying that there is a clear threat posed here that they’re walking right up to

Leo and Jason voice the same opinion: “‘Don't get me wrong, Hazel. It's just that your brother, Nico... he knew about both camps, right?’ / ‘Well, yes,’ Hazel said. / ‘He's been going back and forth,’ Leo said, ‘and he didn't tell either side.’ / Jason sat forward, his expression grim. ‘You're wondering if we can trust the guy. So am I.’” - They don’t question saving him, they question the plan and Nico’s loyalty. For good reason. Again, Nico is established more as a rogue agent. Who’s to say he didn’t side with the giants and is in cahoots with them to lure the Seven into this trap for Gaea to bring Bianca or his mother back? They’re pointing out concerns and questions, it’d be idiotic to go into this situation with a half-baked plan and no backups if they don’t consider all possibilities and Nico’s loyalty has always been up in the air which is a huge red flag in this situation

Climax of the “debate”: “Hazel shot to her feet. ‘I don't believe this. He's my brother. He brought me back from the Underworld, and you don't want to help him?’ / Frank put his hand on her shoulder. ‘Nobody's saying that.’ He glared at Leo. ‘Nobody had better be saying that.’ / Leo blinked. ‘Look, guys. All I mean is-‘ / ‘Hazel,’ Jason said. ‘Leo is raising a fair point. I remember Nico from Camp Jupiter. Now I find out he also visited Camp Half-Blood. That does strike me as... well, a little shady. Do we really know where his loyalties lie? We just have to be careful.’” - And then Hazel blows up and storms off. Frank reassured Hazel that no one was saying that then gave Leo the push to make it clear that wasn’t what he was saying and that’s what Leo was going to do (clarifying his point) before Jason cuts in and defends Leo from the offense that Hazel is on. He reaffirms that they’re just questioning his loyalty, they have to be careful when going to rescue him, they never said they would leave him to suffocate and rot.

Please stop this propaganda and reread the books or at least the wiki. I swear fanon has y’all in a goddamn chokehold.

Anyways, here’s the apology scene so y’all will maybe shut up:

“‘…Sometimes demigods make bad choices.’ He looked sheepishly at Hazel. ‘Like sometimes we're too suspicious. And we speak without thinking.’ / Hazel stared at him. Slowly it seemed to dawn on her that he was apologizing. / Jason elbowed Leo. / ‘Ow!’ Leo yelped. ‘I mean, yeah...bad choices. Like not trusting people's brothers who, you know, might need saving. Hypothetically speaking.’” - Apologizing for being suspicious and not trusting Nico, not apologizing for not wanting to save him, apologizing for their suspicious words against Nico’s loyalties hurting Hazel

[suiana]

#rivalstoUNWILLINGlovers

(i keep seeing this game of throne short on youtube,whhhatt crazy man? no way, i hate my stupid chungus life, crazy+possessive man kills people for you, reader is unfazed, he gets blood on your WHITE CARPET??? gn reader)

you don't think your rival clan member realises that he's not supposed to pursue you romatically. or maybe he does and he's just ignoring it because tell me why you have new crazy lore?

he breaks in one day, a cocky smirk on his face as he asks to be by your side just like always. you refuse. that's fine, plenty of time to convince you otherwise. especially with this... new development.

plop.

the heads of all 5 of his leaders lie on the ground as he maintains eye contact with you. silent, a challenge.

"my beloved, i come bearing gifts."

there's that cocky grin, only this time there's blood all over him. you're disgusted, not because he just threw several heads on the floor, but because he's getting your carpet all dirty. does he know how hard it is to get blood out of this?

"get out of here."

"no."

instead of listening to you like he should've, your stupid fucking rival decides to wear his shoes into your room. he steps all over your carpet, blood sinking deep into your freshly cleaned floor. your heart beats erratically, throat running dry.

no...

your carpet...

your clean fucking carpet...

"dude, get those fucking heads out of here and leave. i don't need my-"

he cuts you off before you can speak anymore. his large frame imposing and blocking out the light from your view. your rival now stands before your sitting figure, smile cocky. his bloodstained shirt clings to his muscular frame, buttons holding onto dear life. damn those pecs are huge. you gulp, tongue darting out to wet your lips.

you could technically just reach out and grab them...

"i see you're looking at my second set of eyes."

crap.

you slowly tear your gaze away from those glorious pair of muscles, gaze connecting with his. they're all deep and dark, threatening to drown you in them. it's suffocating. every thing about him is suffocating if you're being honest.

and you hate that those eyes of his noticed your wandering eyes.

"don't worry, i like it when you're admiring me." he pauses, rubbing his chin. "makes me feel... special."

a shudder runs down your spine. okay, note to self, don't look at him anymore.

"aw come on, don't be shy now."

he lets out a hearty laugh, the tips of his ears turning a faint red. gosh you're adorable, he can practically see your thoughts written on your face as clear as day. how he wants to just... eat you up.

"after all, i didn't go through all that just for you to avoid looking at me."

your body freezes in place as he drags a bloody thumb across your lips. how could you forget that he just killed his clan's leaders for you? wait, was it for you?

"what is it"

as if reading your mind, your big tittied man leans in close, eyes wide and lips pulled into a teasing smirk. he lets out another deep chuckle, head shaking before his bloody hand finally leaves your face. damn, and now he's dirtied your face too.

"of course i did it for you, sweetheart. who else would i go to such lengths for? this is treason, baby. i'm a traitor now."

you frown at him. no fucking way. did he seriously just kill the clan elders and leaders all for you? he literally just did treason, betraying his clan! in the name of what? love? like what he always claims he has for you? no way, you don't buy it.

"just... get out."

"no."

a soft sigh escapes his throat as he ignores the glare you send him. he runs a bloody hand down his white shirt, so soaked in blood that it's basically translucent. no no no... don't look don't look don't look-

"i just killed 5 old men who told me i couldn't be with you," your rival mumbles, feigning hurt. "that has to count for something."

you want to say something. you do. but he only goes off into one of his other dramatic monologues again.

"they said i couldn't date someone from our biggest rival clan! said that it would tarnish the reputation!"

"so... you decided to kill them."

"well obviously."

he grins at you, gesturing to his... extravagant displays of love behind him. the heads continue bleeding onto your white carpet, a disgusting reminder of his infatuation for you. even if he likes you, he shouldn't have done that. there are hierachies for a reason!

and the blood is really starting to get on your nerves.

"the blood."

your rival finally seems to notice, backing up with a sheepish grin. he holds his hands up in surrender, acting like he didn't just cause an uproar in your community.

"oops, my bad. should i clean it up?"

well duh.

"hm... blood's a pain to wash away though..."

"you think?"

you hiss at him, arms crossed under your chest. wow now he's finally thinking of a way to clean up the blood stains. what a gentleman.

"i should just burn it then!"

"what?!"

he pulls out a lighter, a lovesick expression on his face. hold the fuck up! is he seriously trying to kill you both?! oh my fucking god what is this idiot doing?!

"ah... to die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die..."

"no no no! don't- NOT NOW!"

[theriverdraws]

It's funny people think Kris doesn't hate us, or will come to like our presence, because "they have fun sometimes". I'm not saying we're not PROBABLY going to work together and get along.

BUT GUYS EVEN IF WE DO NOT WANT IT, WE ARE HIGHJACKING THEIR BODY, THEY DO NOT LIKE US LOL.

Kris most likely experienced some weird bullshit before we got into the picture (considering the birdcage), they're used to this nonsense, are they supposed to be miserable forever?? They can enjoy the little good they get out of it, but I highly doubt they're going to THANK us.

We're probably not gonna be the main villain or antagonist (on a normal route anyway), maybe they could thank us for helping free themself from us, or helping our friends AFTER we've talked it out, but they aren't going to go "yknow what, this wasn't all that bad".

ARE WE COMPREHENDING THE EXISTENTIAL HORROR OF BEING POSESSED BY A BEING YOU DON'T KNOW HIGHJACKING THEIR LIFE??

They'll probably be neutral about us (if they know we aren't the ones doing this to them in the first place), and then start liking us when we start talking things out, but I'm pretty sure while they love their friends, I think they would have preferred the not being POSESSED.

[bealittleimprobable]

And action movies are probably the easiest in the world because the spouse/love interest is often just a quest object - either it's the spouse and they're trying to rescue them from the bad guy/get home before the volcano explodes etc.

Or you have a spy thriller where the main hero hooks up with the bad guy's bit of arm candy/got betrayed by their ex and is now on the opposite side. None of those roles require a gender or gender configuration!

I want there to exist movies about people of all ages coming out, and getting comfortable with themselves and things like that. They have a place in the world and they're doing good.

But I want what The Old Guard was doing, or Atomic Blonde. (Charlize Theron is not a requirement but apparently doesn't hurt.)

LESS movies about the lgbtq experience MORE movies about people who just happen to be lgbtq. is it really that hard to understand

[lsunstreakerl]

2.1k tiny gax verse!!! more coming, but I figured I'd split it up a bit, after the whole... everything. of the race. again, snapshots, not entirely in chronological order.

max POV, george POV

Max realizes the trailer is parked in the same hotel lot the fucking Leclerc's are in too late. He lets out a string of swear words that Jos would be proud of, ducking into a hallway before they see him.

Fucking Charles, with his parents and his brothers and his... everything. He thinks he'll drive for Ferrari.

Max doesn't like to think about his own chances. His helmet is gripped tight in his hands, knuckles white. There's sweat dripping uncomfortably down his spine, the result of wrestling his kart back into the trailer. He's mostly got a system figured out, but still.

It's heavy.

His phone buzzes in his pocket. George again, probably trying to find a rule in the fine print consent form for the hotel that will allow Max to stay. He won't find one— Max had kind of expected it. He's not parked up at a place that would turn a blind eye, evidenced by the fact that Charles is here.

It's fine. They'll do better when George is here, and there's blankets in the trailer. The weather is mild enough that Max thinks he can get away with leaving it off, which is great— it'll save gas for the return trip. If it goes well, he'll have enough cash left to get groceries on the way back. Real groceries.

Max had won, which is really the only way to make any of this worth it. People have started talking to him, asking him questions about the karts and the race, and they seem genuinely impressed by his knowledge. It's stupid, because of course Max knows what he's talking about. This is all he has, it's what he's hinged everything on.

He's hoping today's performance was good enough to land him a new sponsor, so he can buy the parts he needs for George's kart. George has a fucked axle, so they've been swapping one of the good ones back and forth between their karts, and Max has been trying to rotate them out to avoid wear, but it'd be nice to just be able to buy the part they need.

He has a cracked fingernail that agrees with the thought as well.

He can see the Leclerc's crowd into the elevator, watching Charles' mother ruffle his hair, and his fingers grip tighter.

Asshole.

------

George hasn't told Max about the part time job. Mostly because he only works when Max is out karting, and it's under the table in cash. He's been stocking it in a jar in the closet, and he uses it to quietly restock the staples in their pantry when they're getting low. Max doesn't cook often enough to notice, and he's got too many other things on his mind to wonder why they never seem to run out of rice.

Max also works sometimes, quick gigs that George pretends not to know about, even though he wakes up when Max washes his hair in the sink in the early morning. He's pretty sure it's a physical labor job, because Max would never do anything that doesn't somehow contribute to driving— if he can make money and train at the same time, he will.

He glances back down at his phone. The sun is starting to set, so the local bookstore he works at had politely but firmly told him to head home, and Max should be driving back soon, provided he doesn't get arrested.

Alex: hey

Alex: huge favor

Alex: like MASSIVE

George: not a whole lot I can help you with

Alex: I think I might need to come to the UK

Alex: is there any way I can crash with you and max? I can cover my own costs, and help with rent.

George: mate we've only got one bedroom

George: we shoved the futons together

George: not in a gay way!

George: in a space conserving way

Alex: LOL

Alex: I believe you georgie

Alex: I have a big family, I'm used to stray limbs

Alex: I might actually end up with MORE personal space this way

George: you promise you won't cost more?

George: I don't want to be mean

George: but max and I are stretched really thin

Alex: I promise!

George: okay

George: I'll talk to him about it

The trailer is back in the driveway when he rounds the corner of the sidewalk, and he breathes a sigh of relief. Max hasn't been arrested, and he hasn't been murdered overnight while he slept in the trailer. Max says thinking like that is paranoid and that George needs to stop watching the news.

He unlocks the front door quietly, careful to avoid the creak in the floor right at the entryway. He can hear Max snoring already, and there's empty plastic bags on the counter.

Max must have won. There's milk, and a new container of eggs, and his eyebrows shoot up when he realizes they have trout in the fridge. He'll make that tonight, because on the rare occasion they get fish it's usually right before it expires, and Max probably didn't eat after the race unless the food was free.

There's lentils in the pantry as well. George isn't a huge pan of protein-loading Max makes them both do, but he understands it from a health perspective. He just wishes they could afford to make it taste better. One day, when they both drive in Formula 1, he's going to take them to a bakery, and they'll get every dessert on the counter.

Sticking his head into the bedroom reveals Max half sprawled on the futons, passed out. His fingers wring nervously when he gets a glance at his collarbones, just on the side of too sharp under his skin.

He's not stupid. He knows Max is making sure that he gets taken care of first, that he never finishes his plate until George is done, just in case he's still hungry. He notices.

He'll make sure Max gets more of the fish tonight.

------

"Shit!"

George scrabbles for his phone, fingers flying.

George: MAX

George: AXLE SPINDLE SNAPPED

Max: FUCK

George: we don't have any spares

Max: I know

Max: give me five minutes

George: I don't have five minutes

Max: give me three.

Max: and get it ready for the switch

George checks everything else on his kart as he disassembles the front left end, heart pounding in his chest. They'll be cutting it to the wire, and he's really not sure—

Max darts around to the corner, dropping to his knees next to George's kart. His hands fly across the pieces on the floor as he switches the axle spindle, fingers darkening with grease, and George's fingers are twitching. He's cutting it close, they're cutting it so close.

Max reassembles the kart like it's second nature, because it is. He's spent hours going over it with George, comparing what they were both able to learn before they were on their own, and what he picks up in the mechanics shop.

Like most things, he's just a few seconds faster, just quick enough to pull off something he shouldn't have been able to, standing and double checking George's suit and helmet, gloves gripped tight in his hands.

"Go, go, come on—"

------

George wins it. It's not always euphoric, more of a deep sense of relief, that he's worth it, that they're making it worth it.

Max still has grease on his fingers when he gets George in a headlock and scrubs at his hair, both giggling as the relief crashes over them. They're in a shitty motel, but they have the bed for the night, and he's won with a mismatched axle spindle and his headband pressing uncomfortably into his forehead.

It's worth it, they're worth it, they're doing it.

------

"Boys."

There's a soft accented voice behind them both as they're making their way to the parking lot, and Max stops first, George hesitating behind him.

Pascale Leclerc is watching them, eyes gentle.

"You make a mother's heart weep, yes? Please, let me do something with your hair."

Max winces. His own hair is getting long enough that he occasionally steals George's headbands when he's reading just to keep it out of his eyes, and George is always having to adjust his hair behind his ears. It curls long at the back of both of their necks, damp with sweat.

George steps forward, because he's talked to the Leclerc's more than Max has.

"Are you sure?"

Max was raised not to accept handouts. He's gotten used to having to do so ever since he started living on his own, and especially with George, but it still makes something curl unpleasantly in his stomach. They have scissors at home.

"Please."

She rests a hand on both of their shoulders, and Max looks at George again, wild hair pressed against his hairline and wet behind his ears.

He lets her lead them to a different trailer. The Leclerc's don't have the best in the lot, but it's nice, with enough room for karts and equipment as well as a few people. Charles is sitting on the pavement next to it, legs stretched wide in front of him as he drinks a water. Max pointedly doesn't make eye contact with him, even through he sees George wave.

"Charlie!"

Charles wiggles his fingers. He hasn't won today, but he'd done well, so Max isn't sure why he's sulking, not when he has a family that's proud of him even when he sucks.

Pascale herds them into the trailer, reaching for Max first, but he shakes his head, tilting it slightly in George's direction. She frowns, curling her fingers again, keeping his voice low enough that only the two of them hear.

"I will take care of you both."

Max chews at the inside of his cheek.

"We can't pay you."

"I know."

George is still talking to Charles outside. Max catches the eye of Charles' father, quickly looking away.

"Okay."

------

Charles is trying to figure something out. George knows this because he keeps asking leading questions, like he thinks George would tell him anything— he's British, he knows how to subtly doge a question.

What does have George uneasy is that his father is watching them both, reaching into one of the coolers.

"Charles."

He says Charles' name the French way, soft and sliding, before passing him a baggie with a sandwich in it. A heartbeat later, there's another one being held out to George.

The Leclerc's like him more than Max, he knows this.

"Thank you."

He says it as gratefully as he can manage, carefully tucking it into his helmet.

"I'll eat it on the road."

Charles huffs a laugh next to him.

"You do not look like you eat much of anything."

George kicks out at his foot, glaring.

"I drive fast, and that's what matters."

------

George had spotted Max get a sandwich as well. It has him relived, because as soon as they'd gotten away from the Leclerc's trailer, hair shorter and several waters richer, Max had immediately torn into it.

Still, he waits until they've been on the road for an hour before he reaches into his helmet.

"I had two while I was waiting with Charles, and they told me to hold onto your extra for you."

Max's eyes light up. They're brighter without his hair shadowing over his lashes.

"They did?"

George passes it over. It's slightly squished and room temperature, but Max tears through it just as quickly as he had the last one.

"Thank you, Georgie."

George gets snacks at the library when he comes in to work. He doesn't mind making sure Max is still getting what he needs, not when he spots the knobs of his wrists or the exhaustion in his eyes. They're both making sacrifices.

It'll be worth it one day.

------

Max wipes the back of his hand across his forehead, making a face at the feeling of grease smearing across his skin as he rolls out from under the truck.

"It is fucked. Trash. Tell them they are better off selling for scrap and buying a new car."

"This is why you're not at the front, Max."

Max is not at the front because he looks young— is young. The garage pays him under the table, and he gets the chance to learn.

Sure, he scrapes his knuckles on rusted metal, and he's fairly confident the underside of his nails are never going to get clean, but the experience is invaluable.

He's had to tweak at his own kart's engine more than once, and the things he's learned here helps make him reasonable confident that it's not going to go boom.

Kind of confident.

A little bit.

[beigetiger]

Honestly part of the appeal in TGD's family dynamic for me is the fact that nobody reeeally wanted this to happen in the first place, and yet they all found a way to make it work.

We don't know what Mud and Ken's dynamic was like before Mel and Breadhead were a thing, but I imagine that there was a definite strain on their relationship after the two kids showed up. I don't think Ken ever really wanted to be a dad, and I don't think Mud wanted to be an uncle. Breadhead was literally created by sheer accident and it may turn out to be that Mel was forcibly given to Ken as a baby by Temperance. There are pretty much no kids in the Gaslight District, and the few that do have them (golems, etc) probably go through a hell of a time trying to raise them because of the lack of resources.

But in spite of that, it's really clear that they tried their best, and they honestly did pretty good with what they had. But I'd like to highlight one thing: their difference in parenting style.

Obviously they're going to have different ways of approaching Mel, since Ken knows she's human and Mud does not. But even without that, Mud and Ken are written to be pretty opposite people. Ken mostly has his life actually together, but a mental disability makes him blow up at his family members sometimes, even if he does his best to curb it. Mud, on the other hand, absolutely does not have his life together but is also very lax and doesn't lose control of his emotions. They're written and designed to be opposites, so of course their parenting styles oppose each other as well.

And this leads to Mel and Breadhead. Mel really feels the brunt of all of this, because she's the smallest person in her family and is the only one who can die, so she's not bringing that much to the table. She wants to, though. Anything that will get her dad to say he's proud of her like he says it to her brother. She pulls elaborate tricks, makes genius plans, all to try and impress him, but each and every time there's something that keeps him from expressing pride in her. The first time is the time with Jack, where she got out, car-hopped over to him, and then survived a car crash and helped cement him. It's all very impressive, but Ken is hung up on the fact that she didn't follow the orders he gave her. She makes an elaborate plan to steal the angel egg and it all goes perfectly, but Ken's too busy thinking about Temperance to care. He gets upset that she broke his promise to him like he didn't break his first. It's a double standard, and one that he doesn't even fully realize he has.

This is all in stark contrast to how Mud treats her. He repeatedly expresses that Mel should be allowed to do more within the group. He explicitly compliments the skills she showed when they were hunting Jack. When she goes to them with her angel egg scheme, he votes in favour of doing it. And he doesn't mind her breaking promised occasionally, it's all just a part of changing plans as they go along. While Ken criticizes every move that Mel makes, Mud is out here constantly affirming his niece, giving her pretty much all the positive attention she gets from her guardians. He's also somewhat rubbed off on her too, we see in the pilot that she mimics the coin tricks he does well enough to impress even him. I suspect she's his preferred of the two kids, the two have a lot in common.

And, of course, there's Breadhead. He's much lower needs than his sister, he's the biggest and the strongest of his family, and he makes his dad so proud with everything he does. An absolute golden boy. But while he may be Ken's favourite, the consequences of needing so little is that people don't really check up on him. If we check the card that says The Smiling Dead during the pilot, we can see that Breadhead is there, carrying all of them on his back. This is affirmed in the pilot too, when he's really the one who pulls them all out of heaven safely. But another detail on the card is that there are chains around his arms. He's the parentified child, the perfect one. He needs to help take care of his sister, help run the restaurant, kill people for his dad, the list goes on and on. But even though his dad may love him more, he pays more attention to his sister and Breadhead's emotional and mental state is often left in the dust.

Breadhead and Mel both have something that the other would want, but in spite of that, they don't hold it against each other. It's a rough world and they both understand the importance of sticking together, and it seems that they both use each other's strengths for the benefit of the whole family. Their guardians have had it rough, but they're making it work out anyways.

Because really, the family is about two sets of siblings and the similarities and differences between them. Mel is just like Mud and Breadhead is like Ken, and the younger ones can see the possible future that awaits their relationship in their dad and uncle and try their best to avoid that. Mud and Ken have to work with each other to try and raise the kids well. It is a rough, cruel world out there, and the family that was born from sweat and blood and pain is determined to stick together through all of it. Because hey, what is family for.

[httpvomitello]

Hii! Can you please write something where fem!reader is a kid (maybe nine or ten) who has been real close to tommy since she came to jackson a year ago and tried to adjust to it, and one time she accidentally calls tommy "dad" when they're doing something? Idk if reader will notice she said it or not, but I really wanted it to be on tommy's pov because I would be so curious to see how he would react to the cool town kid he's been friends with calling him dad

Oooh, i really love the idea of dad!Tommy, and i hope you like it ~ ♡

Just a Word .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: A year after the world brought a ten-year-old girl to Jackson, Tommy Miller still doesn’t know exactly how it happened that she became his shadow.

tommy miller & platonic!f child reader

Snow fell like the sky was trying to start over.

Tommy adjusted the collar of his coat and let the cold bite a little. Jackson was quiet this time of morning, just how he liked it. Coffee in hand, a to-do list in his head. Mostly minor repairs and a check on the greenhouse power—nothing dramatic.

Except she wasn’t where she usually was. Not by the dining hall. Not outside the stables. His boots crunched on fresh snow as he turned the corner.

Then he saw her. Same frayed jacket, sleeves rolled up like she was pretending not to be freezing. Perched on the corral fence like she owned the damn place.

“Hey!” Tommy called. “You tryin’ to turn into a popsicle out here?”

The kid turned, bright-eyed and smug. “Nah. Just makin’ sure the horses didn’t overthrow the town while you were late.”

He squinted at her. “It’s eight.”

“I’ve been out here since 7:58. That’s two whole minutes of abandonment.”

He snorted, shaking his head. “God help the people raisin’ you.”

She grinned, jumped off the fence, and fell in step beside him like always.

No one told her to. She just… did.

Flashback: A Year Ago

You were quiet when you first arrived.

Didn’t speak for almost a week. Only talked to Maria, and even then, barely.

Tommy wasn’t sure why, but you stuck to him like glue after a run to the stables one morning. Maybe it was the way he explained how to calm the horses. Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t push you to talk.

Maybe you just needed someone who didn’t look at you like you were breakable.

“You can talk,” he said once. “Or not. I’ll still be here.”

You said, “Cool.”

And that was that.

She talked the whole walk.

About the “town drama” (a goat fight), about a girl who said horses were overrated (blasphemy), about her “top-secret project” she was definitely dying for him to ask about.

He didn’t. Not yet.

He knew her game. She’d cave eventually.

The wind picked up a little as they hit the edge of the gardens.

Tommy crouched down to check the side panel of the greenhouse’s power box. She stood watch like she was his unofficial bodyguard.

He liked the silence. When she wasn’t filling it, anyway.

But even her noise… it didn’t get old.

Hell, half the time, it kept him sane.

On the way back, they had to pass through one of the side gates. It was stiff from the cold, latch half-frozen.

She got there first, tugging on it without much luck.

“Can you get it, Dad?” she said.

Just like that.

No pause. No big deal.

And she didn’t even notice.

She kept talking, still rambling about Eugene and a llama or something—

But Tommy stopped.

Just for a second.

The snow, the wind, the world—all of it dropped into silence. His hand froze on the gatepost. The breath he took hitched in his throat.

She didn’t notice.

Didn’t even blink.

She hadn’t meant to say it. He knew that. It just slipped.

But it hit him so hard he felt his knees almost give.

Dad.

He shouldn’t feel like this. It wasn’t even real. Just a slip. Kids mix things up all the time.

But it did something to him. Tugged at something he’d buried a long time ago.

The idea of being a father had once terrified him. And then, after everything fell apart, it had become impossible. And now, all these years later, it was just… something that belonged to other people. To Joel. To the past.

But you’d said it like it was nothing.

And it felt like everything.

He opened the gate without a word. She hopped through like nothing had happened. Threw a thanks over her shoulder like it was any other day.

He nodded. Said nothing.

Something in his chest—something deep, buried, maybe long dead—stirred like coals getting kicked.

She had no idea.

And he didn’t know what the hell to do with that.

He walked her back to the barn. Usually she’d go off to help with the tool shed or check in on the kitchen deliveries. She was all over Jackson like a one-kid patrol team.

She glanced up at him before peeling off.

“You okay?” she asked.

Tommy blinked. “Yeah.”

“You’re quiet. That’s weird. Are you sick? Is it old-man sickness? Emotional constipation again?”

He let out a laugh—genuine, even if it felt like it scraped his ribs on the way out.

“There’s that mouth,” he muttered.

“You love it.”

“Don’t push it.”

You grinned wide and started to roll your sleeves down. “Time for me to go. Don’t wait up, civilian.”

Tommy reached out, gently caught your shoulder.

“Hey.”

You turned.

“If you ever need to talk,” he said slowly, “about anything—anything—you come find me. Got it?”

You blinked up at him. That smart mouth shut for once.

Then, softer: “Yeah. I know.”

He gave a short nod and let go.

You walked off, swinging your arms, humming under your breath.

That night, he sat on the porch long after the lights in town went out.

Cold cup of tea in hand. Mind still turning like a wheel stuck in the mud.

He didn’t tell Maria.

Didn’t write it down. Didn't even say the word out loud.

But it lived there now. Inside his chest.

And the thing was—you didn’t even mean it.

But it still mattered.

Maybe more than anything had in a long time.

Just a word.

But it was enough to make the world feel a little less broken.

[scopophobia-polaris]

Why are the christian mormon etc Zelda fans so obsessed with Skyward Sword Link? Have we ever figured this out?

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So, i think this may be a form or projection. Zelda games are very simple.

And that Simplicity can lead to many diffrent interpretations. You wonder why facists like simple good vs evil stories? It doesnt make them think, they dont have to have empathy, they get to feel good about getting rid of the other no matter ehat that other is, and there CAN be a very easy evangelical reading of SkSw.

So, SkSw's Sidequests are all tied back to Batreaux, you get gratitude crystals when trying to turn him human and you help the community out, it's nice!

So here comes the reading. SkSw is a game where Link only helps others to get Good boy points to turn a "Demon"(Batreaux is not a bad person. He just looks scary, he looks scary because Demon is his race, yes demons are referred to as a RACE in the Zelda series) to a Human and then go Serve God.

There are some very selfish people in the world who will talk about being a "good Christian" and then do everything Jesus said not to do. And i think it's very funny the most loud people in this Fandom who claim to be christian are the LEAST Christian out of all.

“So when you give to the poor, do not sound a trumpet before you, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, so that they may be honoured by men. Truly I say to you, they have their reward in full. “But when you give to the poor, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving will be in secret; and your Father who sees what is done in secret will reward you. Matthew 6:2-4

And also I'm gonna say this, but mother fucker you CANNOT say the Bible hasn't been changed a million times by human hands and human opinions, look how many versions there are on prostelatizing and STILL you get Chritians saying it was Jesus telling them to convert to him, mf he was Jewish. Learn your fucking history.

All of SkSw is planned by Hylia, basically everything, all the temples, where boxes are placed, why the silent realms are a thing, it's all a test, God has a plan for hik and it was decided before he was born.

And Hylia raised Skyloft and left the other races, including the Sheikah, on the surface and rose the Hylians to eden to protect them from the apocalypse, Hylia did a Rapture.

She took ONLY her chosen people, the ones who belive in her, it doesn't matter if they were good or bad they go because they're Hylian. And if you know what American Evangelicalism is like, southern Baptist FORSURE, you can sin sin and sin but if you are a Christian who believes in God? It doesn't matter if you commit a crime, if you repent you're saved and go to heaven no matter what. Hell, some people believed that if Hitler repented he got into heaven and that's just it, he's in fucking heaven

So now I'm gonna talk about the idea of Worldly people.

Its just everyone else, you could be doing everything "right" feeding and clothing the poor, caring for the sick, being kind to thy neighbor honoring thy father and thy mother but if you don't see yourself as a christan? Instant hell. It doesn't matter if you're "good" As long as you're Christian, there is a reason why there are so many sexual abuse in so many congregations. But that also has so much history and bullshit to it, it's not simple and I aint getting into it.

Oh and it find someone saying ALL Christians don't you fucking dare, im talking about very specific forms of this hypocrital shit. There truly is no hate like "christain love"

So, Sky is a warrior of the faith in a straight relationship with the human embodiment of God, and abandons all others to serve her and is now the ancestors to the royal family, he's been rewarded for his good deeds, helping the community wasn't to help the community, it was to get one more sinner to convert.

And...I can tell horror stories about people being loved bombed by christains to try converting them, apprenty the gays are so insidious but being a minor a bunch of games as an adult to talk to them about god over the internet is.....okay?

Basically, there is a reading of Sky as a selfish Christian.

And it doesn't help when First Hero through Fandom osmosis is still RELEVANT and even if he got retconned by the game having the plot it has, many people latched onto him (wife included)

And he had his la pieta moment

So like there are connections, Madas is a martyr of the faith, told by God to do it and he did. He did the thing a lot of toxic male christains want to do, die for their fucking faith.

But you know, they freak it when they hear Allahu Akbar, because that's terrorism but what we do it its our faith, and how dare you criticized us for the murder of George Tiller, that wasn't a murder, that was for God and therefore....okay :)

I could say more but honestly i started talking about the mindset, look i grew up catholic in the south and was around a lot of evangelicals when I was in public highschool.

So i wanna end it with this, I dont want people saying all Christians because that's not true, I hate it when people try to sall "all" about anyone, no matter race religion sexuality and gender, I fall into this out if anger a lot and I want to tell people it's okay if you get angry, just remember that...if you're in the Zelda fandom. Don't just block someone cuz they have Christian in their bio or do I aikt your dad, but I think it's better to find out someone's opinions and see THEIR ACTIONS before making judgment.

[liketolaugh-writes]

Danny's MedID bracelet in More Like Home has me thinking about if any other heroes might have/need something similar.

Like the Flashfam. If anything ever happened to a speedster in civvies (I know, unlikely with their reaction times, but reaction time can only get you so far if you aren't actively aware of a danger) and they were unable to advocate for themselves; how necessary would it be for emergency responders to know about their hyperactive metabolisms? Or Martian Manhunter? Dude is literally an alien. That's gotta change all sorts of things about his biology and how he should be treated. Same for Superman, although if anything ever took Clark Kent out, it'd prolly be better to get JL doctors involved immediately; so his ID would prolly be more like Danny's, just straight up a 'requires specialized care, call this number.'

Of course, they don't all have to be bracelets. Dog tag like necklaces also exist and can be easily tucked under a shirt to avoid publicizing info. Or I've heard about people having cards in their wallets. Of course, that's only helpful if someone rifles through their pockets and finds that.

Anyway, I'm adoring how much depth you are going into with More Like Home and I thought that you should know you've got my brain worms wriggling in new and exciting ways I'd never considered before.

<3

Thank you! I'm glad you're having a good time lol <3

As for the MedID, it varies! Danny has his because of the very high probability that he would not just not receive the treatment he actually needs, but that he would receive one that is bad for him. As-is, a paramedic would probably try to raise his pulse and his temperature first, which would both be very bad. And he's also squishy enough that a paramedic finding him is a distinct possibility.

With some aliens - the Supers first and foremost - while the attempts to treat them would be detrimental to their secret identities, they're unlikely to actually be hurt by them, and also unlikely to be hurt enough in their civilian identities to be picked up by paramedics in the first place. (In their hero identities, I certainly hope any in-universe paramedic would have enough sense not to try more than basic 'put pressure on it so it stops bleeding' type treatments on a known alien.) Kori probably falls into this category. While it would be a good idea for all of them to carry cards or something with their doctor's number, I don't think any of them do.

Martians are squishy enough that I imagine J'onn and M'gann both wear something similar, and I bet Raven does too, especially since I'm not sure her being non-human is common knowledge. Cyborg is another case of 'well I fucking hope they'd know better' but he probably wears a dog tag with his doctor's number.

With the Flashes, it's probably more about personal responsibility than anything. Barry, I think, has learned by now that he needs it, and probably Wally too. Bart, however, has one and doesn't wear it.

[dannydoesthisthing27]

Various headcanons to try and fight off writers block

David is great with the pack kids. He pretends to be annoyed by them but he really loves how safe they feel with him.

He especially loves how fascinated they are by his wolf form (he gives them rides on his back when the pack goes on shorter runs)

Gavin is very clingy to Damien during the winter months. He claims its just because he gets cold easy (he doesnt)

The real reason is that Damiens core is weaker during the winter months. Most people wouldn't even notice. At this point, Damien barely even does, but Gavin is especially attuned to his friends magic. So often, if it's cold out and the crew is together, Gavin will be seen laying across FL and Damiens lap

Anton and his Love both like doing things with their hands. Anton builds miniature models, and They do stuff like knitting and micro crochet

Vincent is mentoring a young vamp he met at D.A.M.N.

They were unempowered before the turning and still fairly terrified of the new life they'd been forced into. They're about a year turned so they know how to handle their hunger fairly well, but their instincts are still all over the place. Vincent has started inviting them to his and Lovelys place so that they can all study together (Lovely adores them and considers them a friend)

Sam is left handed

Morgan has a cat that can not get enough of Obscura (does his listener have an official pet name or is it still just Obscura in the fandom? /genq)

Morgan is also a big believer in being prepared, so if you need something, he probably has it on hand or nearby. Stuff like bandaids, hygiene stuff, spare clothes, drinks, snacks, etc

Guy grows flowers in his and Honeys' apartment. Honey was reluctant to admit how much they liked the flowers, but they really do love how they open up the space

Honey learned how to braid hair so that they could help Guy do his hair

After getting everything sorted with Elliott and Sunshine, Brachium found a field up in the mountains of Dahlia to acclimate himself to being on Elegy (the audio that's on patreon for free)

While he was there, he met a small fawn with a broken leg that he healed. It didn't stay for very long, but he felt better knowing he was able to fix something

Darlin has a golden canine

Sam gave Lovely the nickname Lucky (or little shit depending on how much of a menace they're being) (they think it's funny)

[lunasdestiny]

Do you have any more random bumbleblades headcanons?

Sure!

After watching/reading many romantic themed media, Blades tries to get Bee to do certain things that the love interests do. Such as "he placed a hand on her chin so that she can look at him" or the classic "cups her face and slowly leans in". All attempts failed because Blades wouldn't stop squealing and running off last minute due to overheating. "I WASNT READY YET!!!" Bee cracks up every time.

Blades is handsy to the point it becomes a lil game. If Bee is minding his own business Blades will try to poke or walk his digits on his frame. Bee brushes his servo aside just for Blades to come back. It turns into a thumb war that ends with Bee holding his servo.

Sometimes Blades likes to hold his face too. Especially when doing a check up on him (this way he has an excuse). Bee would just stare into his eyes and smile innocently. Blades squishes his face in retaliation.

Before they got together, after every visit in Griffon Rock Blades goes full crush mode and just reminisces on their interactions when he's alone. Like full on teenager crush mode. Wondering if Bee has anyone already or at least in mind or if he thinks Blades is also pretty. He couldn't even recharge properly for a while. Meanwhile in Bumblebee's POV he is fighting himself "PRIMUS HOW IS HE SO FRAGGING CUTE?!?!?"😭

Bee thinks about Blades a lot when they're not together. With all the stressful things he's been through, thinking about Blades puts him at ease. This is one of the first sweet and kind faces he's met in a long time who is also around his age. And despite the different lives they live they just GET each other. When he's around Blades he feels that he can just EXIST and not worry about Decepticons trying to kill him or the people he cares about. So when things get rough thinking of Blades puts him at ease. Its motivation for him. If he can get through this then he has a chance to see Blades again.

In RBA Blades told that story about Bee winning a race AND catching a thief. He was the loudest one in the crowd. After crossing the finish line, before anyone could talk to him Blades just runs up and hugs Bee as they both spin around. "YOU WERE AMAZING!!" He had to be the first to congratulate his amazing boyfriend.😊

Blades is the one who says "I love you" first. Bee never felt so happy to hear that. He just gives him a good smooch and says he loves him too.

[iolaussharpe-24]

This is why you'll never see me answering these asks. I get them all the time. And while I want to believe that there may be real cries for help that need to be seen, the odds just aren't there. I can't even trust the ones with pictures because:

A) There pictures aren't usually of actual people. Just destroyed buildings. They're probably just listed straight from Google.

B) With how good AI is starting to get, all of the signs of a generated picture are starting to vanish. So even the pictures that do have actual people could easily be faked.

I have seen scammers like this in real life. And people I know have seen people who do act even worse than I've seen.

My mom told me about a lady she would see sitting outside with her kids begging for money every day. And then she watched that lady get up and get into a brand new luxury car and drive away.

My dad told me about a guy he used to give money to because he was always begging near his workplace. And then one day my dad saw him go to buy cigarettes. My dad said, "You told me you needed money for food." And they guy said "Well I'll get something with what's left" and my dad told him, "If you're buying cigarettes, I want the money back. Because that's not what I gave it to you for." So the guy moped his way to a restaurant and bought himself some food.

When I was younger a guy approached my parents car while me and my mom were waiting on my dad to bring food out of a little outdoor fast food joint. He was begging us for money so he could go across the street to a pizza place. My dad told him not to bother us and said, "Hey, we're here at this burger place, I'll buy you something to eat." And the man insisted on going to the pizza place. My dad told him "I'm here. I'll get you something from here. I'm not giving you money." So the man asked for a drink. The lady at the window gave it to him for free because she wanted to help. That man walked across the street to the pizza place and threw the drink in the trash without taking a single sip of it.

If you're going to donate money to help people, good. Don't do it through your ask box or private messages. Don't blindly trust anything or anyone. It sucks that this is the world we live in, but it is. There are people who need help and there are people who know that they can play a part and get "help" they don't actually need.

Now, there are horrible people who do horrible things to people in need as well. I'm not gonna deny that. I saw a video where a homeless man was being interviewed and he said he didn't trust when people gave him food because some assholes would spit in it or put something sharp in it or something awful so he'd just throw it away. That's a whole other can of worms and I'm not saying don't help anybody. I'm saying to be cautious of who you're trying to help and how you're doing it. Because people will scam you left right and center in every way they possibly can in person and online.

Be careful yall. The world's a scary place and people are scarier.

I miss when I would get Tumblr asks that actually said things and weren't just digital panhandling scams.

[razzberrycorner]

"START SMILING ALREADY!" (Forsaken tickle fic)

A/N: The Forsaken addiction is only getting stronger. Gotta get in that non dw grind💪💪 (live laugh love lee bluudud)

I made a drawin' and I wanted to make a fic based around it. So here ya go

Plot: C00lkidd and Pr3ttypriincess notice that Bluudud hasn't been smiling much. So they decide to engage in a little.. let's say, family bonding.

-🔷🔴🩷-

Bluudud grumbled to himself again, shutting the doors of his quarters after losing yet another match. Now he just rarely ever smiles, because when he does... it's just this large, teethy, cringy looking grin.

Of course it does. He's the eldest sibling. The grumpy one. The... Ugh. Nevermind.

As he got in his bed, he believed it just keeps getting worse. And guess what? His siblings probably already noticed it already. How limp he gets, how his thoughts lack any coherence. He's just completely tired. Of what? Every. Single. Match.

Well, maybe, just maybe, he needs to have fun...-oh come on, he barely has that on the matches now! What's the big idea with fun?! It's only fun when he wins!

Meanwhile with his siblings, they're concocting a plan to get him back in shape. He just doesn't know it yet. And it will work—hopefully.

"You noticed, didn't you?" Pr3ttypriincess was the first to speak. The child with the large pink bow sat on a pink beanbag chair on her room's pristine table. She looked unusually serious, her head placed on top of her hands.

"...Yeah. He's been acting so weird." C00lkidd sat on the opposite side of the table on a red beanbag, carrying the same unusual seriousness, his hands placed on top of his arms. "Isn't that... Agh! C'mon! He's serious, but not THAT serious! Something's up!"

"I know, right?!" She said, banging her fists in he table for dramatic effect. "If only there was a way to make him happier..."

The two children sat in thought, until an idea came to mind. Pr3ttypriincess stood up with an excited smile on her face. The type of smile that said 'ohoho, this is gonna be so good.'

"Waaaaaaait." The pink child said as she rose from her chair. "What if we tickled him into submission?"

C00lkidd stared at her with a look of puzzlement on his face before realization hit, resulting in him saying, "Yeah! ...I can do the thing, right?" Restraining usually was a bore to him, as he didn't get any part of the action if he did that!

"Sure!" His older sister replied. "But only if you win a game of rock paper scissors!" Pr3ttypriincess was highly convinced she was an all-around better tickler than her younger brother. She was proven wrong, and still thinks it. As she likes to say, she gets better every day.

"Ugh, fine!" C00lkidd groaned.

They put their fists in front of each other, put them down, and...

"Scissors cuts paper! I WIN!" He cheered, practically excited to get to work.

"Aw, man. So that means I'll get to work in making sure he does NOT escape us!"

Well, he usually is pretty slippery when the thing is done to him, so that would make for a pretty hard game of tag. In situations like this, restraining is fair. But he still thinks it's plain boring. Eh, it is what it is.

"Well... It's a deal then!"

They then shook hands as if they were business partners, fully engrossed in their mission as their older brother was fully and completely unaware of his fate.

Back with the blue child—well, pre-teen—he was waddling in his own thoughts when he heard footsteps.

Four feet were stepping on the ground, meaning two people were nearing his area. One male and one female. Exactly like he guessed, his two younger siblings immediately barged into his room.

"Hi Bluu!" Pr3ttypriincess said her voice sugary sweet. "You haven't been smiling so much, so me and C00lio decided we should fix that!"

Pr3ttypriincess then started making way for C00lkidd who looked anything but not evil, rubbing his hands like a villainous mastermind. He knew what that meant.

"You two. Don't you DARE-"

Before Bluudud could even react, Pr3ttypriincess went behind him and restrained his arms. "Nuh-uh-uh! You're not getting out of this one, silly!~"

"Plus, seeing you like this is too much of a bore!" C00lkidd said. "START SMILING ALREADY!" With that, the red child latched over to his brother's sides.

"DON'T YOU DARE—"

"Too late!" And so, the tickling started. What they got in response was nothing short of priceless: their older sibling... holding it in, much to their disapointment.

"What's wrong? You don't want us to see that you're weak?~" C00lkidd said in a rather teasy tone. This gets him real fast, according to Pr3ttypriincess.

"PFF—...Hehehe—eHEHEH..-"

Welp. Turns out, she was right.

"Come on... just a biiit more...!" The red child said before going towards his ribs and causing the blue pre-teen to crack.

"Hehehe...gehehehah! GAHAHAH!"

Boom. There it is. It did take a while for them to get it, but they got the sound of his laughter—boisterous, loud, shrieky, and pretty much the most glorious thing they've ever laid their ears upon.

Not to mention, the most sickeningly adorable thing they've ever seen too. And his smile... Oh my goodness, his smile... Normally it was creepy to look at, but like this? It's so... endearing.

"There we go! Isn't that much better?~" said Pr3ttypriincess with a sweet smile.

"NOHO IT'S NAHAHT!" Bluudud shrieked as he tried yet failed to shove them away. "YOHOU'RE GONNA REGREHET THIHIS!!"

"No, we won't!" C00lkidd said. "Plus, you're just so...ugh, CUTE like that!" He can't believe he just said the word 'cute'!

"All silly, and loud and giddy, and—"

"Yeah, we get it. And C00lio, it's not cute. It's adorable!~" His older sister followed, causing the pre-teen to screech due to being unable to handle the amount of teasing from them.

That, and the fact C00lkidd went to the one spot between his ribs and armpits and back to the sides again.

"SHUHUT UHUHUP!!"

C00lkidd then moved from his sides to his ribs, causing a loud shriek to get out of him. "HAHANDS OFF!! HANDS OFF OF THEHERE!!"

"What's this? You seem particularly finicky with this spot..." Pr3ttypriincess said with a knowing smile. "Shall we go a bit higher with the stakes?~"

"Right away!"

After he said that, C00lkidd started nuzzling his face into his older sibling's stomach, going to his armpits and back to his sides again, causing another shriek from him.

Outside the room, 007n7 was coming home after a long, tiring day of doing his favorite thing in the world: scripting. But you've got to admit, sometimes it gets... just straight-up mundane.

He was confused to hear loud laughter. Probably just the kids again, having fun. Or another tickle fight, so the scripter shouldn't be surprised by that. But back on topic.

"Man, being a scripter is boring sometimes." 007n7 then took a deep breath and said, "Maybe I should take the day off toda—"

The scripter was then interrupted by a loud shriek that came from Bluudud's room after they hit a particularly good spot, causing him to get startled, and the burger on his head to fall over.

Thanks to his strong reflexes however, he catches it fully intact and returns it to his head in one piece.

"NOHOT THE PIHITS—EHEHAHAHAH-"

Is that just him or was that Bluu? ...Maybe he should check in on his three children. It's never a bad idea, after all.

The door opens, and lo and behold, the scene before him was... rather something. To him, Bluudud was in a... precarious position, to say the least. He was screaming with laughter, face flushing in a light blue tone.

"You okay, kids?" 007n7 hesitatingly asked.

"We're doing great, dad!" C00lkidd said between the loud giggling before nuzzling into his older brother's stomach as he tickled his sides for what felt like the billionth time, causing yet another giggle fit.

"IHI'M GOHONNA— I'M GONNA KIHILL YOHOU FOR THIHIS—GAHAHAHAH!"

So, it's not just him. Their father smiled as he looked at the cute scene, taking notes mentally. Closing the door behind him, he mumbled "I guess, scripting would be kind of fun."

About a couple minutes later they ceased their ministrations, letting the blue pre-teen catch his breath for once. Through pants and residual giggles, he mumbled "You're not getting away with this... Ihi'm... Gonna kill yohou soho bad.."

Exactly then, he glared at his younger siblings. You better believe they knew that glare.

"Uh oh." C00lkidd said.

"O-oh, crap." Pr3ttypriincess mumbled under her breath.

The red child looked at the pink child, his eyes devoid of any bravery he had left. "...Do we start running, or—"

"Oh, you better. GET OVER HERE!"

Both kids came out of the room, screaming and scrambling for their lives. 007n7 stared with a tired smile as the children played around the house.

Maybe, just maybe, the day wouldn't be so bad.

-🔷🔴🩷-

Please don't say I went ooc, I wrote them for the first time + I see them as these extremely chaotic siblings more than anything else—

And to the ppl saying, "erm actually, their parents are-" I hc that 007n7 SOMEHOW adopted bluu and priin so there ya have it <3

Don't worry guys, I'll still post Dandy's World stuff, the fic motivation hits during random ass times and idk why-

[ofironandivory]

Shout-out to my darling proselfshippers who...

❤️ Have popular F/Os. Whether you're non-sharing and have to deal with constantly dodging posts that make you uncomfortable, or if you're fine sharing and love being able to see your F/O everywhere, always remember that they love you more than everything else

🐇 Have obscure F/Os. You've crossed paths for a reason, the universe brought you together because it knows that you were made to be by each other's side. Your F/O appreciates all your love, attention and dedication

❤️ Have F/Os that are seen as overly serious by the fandom. Your F/O will always be comfortable opening up to you and letting you see their vulnerable and even sillier sides, that others don't ever get to see. They trust you with their heart and soul

🐇 Have F/Os who got turned into memes. When the playfulness gets tiresome or annoying, your F/O is thankful to have someone who takes them seriously and genuinely cares about what they have to say. You're a beacon of comfort and safety for them

❤️ Have aphantasia or a hard time trying to imagine things in general. No matter how your mind may portray your F/O and the relationship surrounding the two of you, your F/O will always do their best to make sure you feel as loved and cared for as they possibly can

🐇 Have taboo relationships with their F/Os. Fiction is boundless and there's no real harm to your dynamic with your F/O, no matter what it may be. Even if you never feel like sharing your darker thoughts about your relationship, remember that there's a unique beauty within it that deserves to be admired by you and your F/O

❤️ Are underrepresented by the community. Fat, chubby, muscular, underweight, etc bodies are all beautiful in their own ways! Disabled folk, regardless of how visible your disability is, deserve to be seen and heard! Queer folk and their experiences are valid and treasured! Your F/O will always find you perfect, just the way you are

🐇 Are older than most members of the community. There's no age limit to happiness and fun, selfshipping is for everyone! Your F/O will happily walk beside you through each step of your life, from childhood until death, they're yours if you'll have them

❤️ Your experience with selfshipping and your relationship with your F/Os is yours to explore and enjoy, in any way that may bring you joy! As long as no real people are hurt, fiction is your ultimate place of exploration and freedom, you deserve to enjoy it!

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

Loved your deep-dive recently into Edward being more than just "Engine Obi-Wan Kenobi Oldest-and-Wisest In All The Lands" but I'm intrigued by the concept of the Fandom's original sins

Obviously there's the unwarranted hatred of Emily but I'm curious, as someone who's not been in the loop as long, about what else is there?

That's a good question, I'm not sure how to articulate it... Emily hatred is more of a symptom... Edward mischaracterization is also a product of the Fandom Original Sin but it's about as close as I can get to the source.

It's sort of what Joe was expressing about the ERS earlier this week. It's bad — not because it's badly written or badly conceived, there's actually a ton it does so, so, so, so very well — but fundamentally it does not center the fact that this world was created in an act of imagination and fun. And it does not center the fact that, even by the end of the Wilbert Awdry run, these little railways are all quite explicitly families.

I think part of the problem is that railways by nature, and steam especially, attracts a lot of hidebound traditionalists. So they take that as the raison d'etre for the RWS.

And, look, we know the score. Obviously, the Awdrys do have a lot of traditionalism and good-old-days nostalgia. That's in there, for sure. When I subvert that I know I'm subverting it.

But the stories were begun as an act of love, a parent comforting and amusing their child — and at the end of the day they're about how playing with trains is so, so, so fun and it's about found families bound by love. That's all the bigger thing. That's the root of everything good and vital about the series.

I think "the fall," the original sin, has a lot to do with people who love the stories more about being Right and Correct and Sensible and "Traditional" and Wrongdoers Are Appropriately Punished and Goodness is Rewarded than about that other thing.

The first place you see that sprout is with fanon Edward. Because Edward is the moral center of the RWS and therefore a bit of a cypher that we all project our own values on, it's unavoidable.

But then, from here, you get all the other Terrible and Weirdly Angry takes that are like weeds in the fandom, they're so old that many mistake them for literal canon and — even though there are plenty of people who don't subscribe to them — we can't actually get rid of them, lol. Most of the formative fanworks contain them and even newcomers to the fandom often seem to carry some version of 'em. And that's stuff like, as you say, pervasive Emily hate — Nia and Rebecca hate — Gordon-Henry-James hate — Thomas hate — y'know, I'm seeing a common thread here. Like it's fine to have favorites and unfavorites (Wilbert Awdry himself never seemed wild about Henry and James, alas; it happens) but if your fandom experience is too grounded on how anti-certain-characters or anti-certain-canon-writers you are, I dunno. Take a break.

Tolerance and graciousness are traditional virtues too, y'know?

[beneathsilverstars]

Hello, there! So, in the secret passage, we learn that Odile had a “hate-crush,” so how do you think it went? (I am an aro Odile believer—)

Hii anon let me introduce you to my OC, Rei (she/he/it)

Rei and Odile met in queer circles while in university. They're both trans activists, but with very different strategies. Odile is all about getting her hands dirty, breaking unjust laws to keep her peers safe and happy. Meanwhile Rei is planning to rise through the ranks of the government so she can change the laws that are causing the harm and unhappiness, which requires a clean record.

So they're CONSTANTLY fighting. Trying to plan a protest? Rei says to bring catchy signs and Odile says to bring self-defense weapons. Trying to physically transition? Rei says he knows a legal source of low-dose estrogen and Odile says she can start body crafting you right now in the basement, just say the word. Stressed about getting misgendered at school because your paperwork says the wrong thing? Rei offers to help you draft letters to your teachers explaining that adopting masculine pronouns isn't an attempt to alchemize the self but rather a form of artistic self-expression and Odile offers to forge you new paperwork.

Odile thinks Rei's plans are never going to pan out; Rei thinks of course they won't if people like Odile don't stop giving the community a bad rep as dangerous law-breakers. Rei thinks Odile is ruining her own chances at a happy, stable life because if anyone finds out her current body is the result of body craft it'll all be over; Odile thinks Rei is making itself miserable staying in the closet for no reason and if it transitioned it would be able to actually start living life.

They're both so passionate and motivated. And they both think they know exactly what the other person should change to fix all their problems and finally live up to their potential. And they're both not above sabotaging the other if they think their plans are gonna cause damage. And they both think the other is really, really hot, especially when they're being infuriating.

At first it's just genuine arguments that occasionally end in sloppy makeouts, oops. But eventually they both kinda lose sight of their goals in favor of trying to one-up the other? Refusing to compromise with each other on principle. Trying to ruin plans in a way that will prove the plan was shitty all along instead of just quietly preventing it from coming to fruition, because maybe if there are consequences they'll finally understand how wrong they are. Interfering with aspects of each other's lives that have nothing to do with the activism. Doing things that will irritate or even hurt the other purely for the sake of foreplay. Etc!

Rei always liked Odile a bit more. He's nicer and more vicious both, better at social manipulation, better at shrugging off insults. He's more willing to turn around after an argument and have a friendly conversation, but he's also quicker to start the arguments in the first place. He takes some things very seriously, but others are just a bit of a game. He would call Odile a friend!

Odile takes it all more personally. She's more worried about Rei, more hurt by her, more angry at her, more desperate to best her and succeed. She thinks Rei could be someone she could be friends with, but she hates the person Rei chooses to be instead. She doesn't like how she acts around her but she can't stop herself from rising to the bait, either.

And then! One evening! Odile was lying in Rei's bed and realized that she didn't want to get up and leave. She wanted to stay the night. She wanted to give up on being reasonable and let Rei escalate their fights as much as it wanted. She wanted to torch its reputation so thoroughly that it had to give up on politics and skip town and start over with a fake identity that was more true than its life now. She wanted to drop her own plans because she hadn’t actually cared about them in ages. She wanted to stop fucking around and win once and for all. She wanted to wake up in the morning and argue about how to cook eggs.

And that’s when she realized that she had to stop seeing Rei IMMEDIATELY or else they’d make each other worse to the point of blazing ruin. ^^

tfw you find the one person you ~like that way~ and it’s the worst thing that ever happened to you <3