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#eddie redmayne#the day of the jackal#the jackal#you guys dont get it im insane#death is so familiar but he wants out#hes the grim reaper hes two dimensional he doesnt exist#but what does it mean to be loved by death#you love death#and to be loved is to be changed#is he even death anymore?#HELP#the jackal x reader
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Out of character.
Andrew is the last person that one would expect to be insecure about himself. But, sometimes, some days, some nights.
Or the one where Nicky indirectly causes his cousin's marriage.
.
When Neil wakes up, the air is wrong.
Instinctively, he checks his own pulse, to make sure that he isn't having a heart attack. He isn't, so, that is good. He checks his own breathing, sits down in bed and looks around, makes sure that his body is okay. Or as okay as it can be after a specially rough night in the rink. US against Canada, the match of the year.
They won, so, that is good. His inner health is okay, also. No signs of any panic attacks coming, or anything of the sorts. Betsy taught him how to identify them.
The air is still wrong.
He takes a deep breath. It isn't the putrid, nose-clogging, overly sweet fragrance he is used to, and that's not good. It isn't sugary syrup and chocolate pancakes, it isn't colorful cereals and strawberry milk. It isn't anything Andrew usually ate for breakfast.
That sets off all his alarms. That was not good. Andrew, like him, has good days and bad days and days when eating is too much of a task for him to perform and he ends up just wanting to sleep in all day. Neil takes care of him, those days. Brings him food, water, and tries to be as quiet as possible throughout the day. If he can't do it, Renee will, and if they can't, Kevin will, and sometimes even Aaron shows up. Nicky's living in Germany now, but he makes sure to video chat often enough.
It's 8 am, already. Neil usually wakes up earlier. He runs out of the bed and into the kitchen, worried. What if it is too late, too late to cook, too late to bake, too late to order delivery, too late to call for an ambulance, too late to give him cpr, too late to-
Andrew is just sitting there, peacefully. In front of him, a bowl of salad. He's eating it
That is weird. Neil's brain doesn't have enough information about the situation to actually do anything. He locks his eyes in Andrew's face, and stares.
Andrew looka up, places his fork down in the green-filled bowl, and smiles.
That isn't good. Oh, God.
Neil suddenly feels so, so lost. He's seen Andrew smile a hundred times before. Under the meds, he smiled all the time; after that, just in a couple of very quick, small gestures on very certain events. A "blink and you'll miss it" situation.
This isn't genuine. This looks copypasted, and suddenly they are 19-ish again, sitting at the bleachers of the PSU exy's court, Andrew smiling at nothing and Neil frowning at him.
"Did you sleep well, honey?"
Wrong. Andrew's voice usually doesn't sound like that. He never says "honey". His tone is off. Is he mad? Playing a prank? Neil's heart skips a beat. The only logical explanation is that, somehow, in the middle of their slumber, Katelyn and him swapped minds and this man in front of him is, actually, Aaron. But this is his mind, and his body, and his house, so not that.
The other suitable theory is that Andrew was been cloned by idiot aliens in his sleep. That seems better.
"Neil? I asked... I asked if you slept well, baby?"
Neil takes one step back.
Andrew and him are not some sort of loveless, tragic, doomed marriage. They are a happy "technically we're secretly married just for the legal and tax benefits" couple, and Andrew is a lovely "technically" husband. He brings Neil new notebooks with funky covers for him to do maths and doodle on, he makes sure that Neils running shoes are in their best shape and a pair is always by the door and ready to be used, he buys electrolytes and a lot of vegetables he doesn't even like, he does small, little things, everyday, to make his "technically" husband's life better.
He never, EVER, calls him baby, though. As a joke, perhaps. When he wants to point out his stupidity and immaturity. Never as a pet name.
This is wrong.
Andrew, smiling, squinted at him. He isn't wearing his glasses. He isn't in his usual outfit. There was more skin showing than it would usually be. Andrew wore pants and long sleeves whenever he could, and this isn't exactly a babydoll, but he's wearing nothing more than his boxers and a wife-beater that belongs to Neil and looks way too tight and a bit too long on him.
He gets up, his smile carved into his face like a curse to bear and not the blessing to witness it usually was. He walks straight to Neil, and his eyes look completely out of it.
Neil should've dealt with things better. Realize that his "technically" husband is intoxicated. But instinct overtakes him, and in less than two minutes, he hastily puts on a pair of running shoes and leaves the house without a word.
He's a shitty "technically" husband.
To try and amend that, he stops in a park that he knows well by now, takes a few deep breaths, and calls Betsy Dobson.
.
Calling Betsy Dobson is one of his least favorite activities. That means something is wrong, and he kikes it when things are good.
(Andrew banned the word "fine" from the household. Good was an easy replacement)
So Neil calls Betsy and explains the situation with guilt, because leaving Andrew alone was a shitty move, Betsy confirms she will call Andrew, and Neil runs back to the house. Betsy calls him back in the middle of the way, says that Andrew's safety isn't compromised, and tries to get him to talk about himself and his feelings about the situation.
He hangs up.
He gets to the house in record time. The 20 minutes it usually takes him to return from the Gardenia Park turned into ten minutes, minutes crushed under his shoes, under his desperation to get back, under the curses at himself for his reaction, under his attempt to think about what is going on, and his many illogical ideal on how to deal with it.
Perhaps he shouldn't hang up on Dobson, in the future.
It's strange, but relieving, to see Andrew, his Andrew, open the door. Black sweater, grey sweatpants, glasses, Andrew. Mildly annoyed, quiet, Andrew. His "technically" husband. His lover. The man he loves. Really, actually, literally, loves.
Andrew rolls his eyes at him and his whole appearance, scowling, and the world is back on track, "Feeling better, rabbit?"
He moves from the door and Neil gets in, smiling. Yeah. Better. Rabbit is a lovely pet name. He likes it. Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit. He likes it. The world is spinning again.
"A bit. Feeling better, geumbal?"
Andrew stays silent, probably trying to remember what the foreign word means.
But that's fine. Uh, good. That's good. Neil drops himself on the couch, panting a bit. This was an extremely confusing situation, and he's beginning to question if it was real or he ran too much and his lack of oxygen made him halucinate or something when Andrew sighs, heavily, and asks, as a force of habit, "Yes or no?"
It's always a yes, and Neil says so. Andrew sits down next to him, and they aren't cuddling, but this is everything Neil could ever possibly have
"So..."
Andrew sighs, again.
"I'll say this, once. Coach sent us some vodka to celebrate yesterday's thing. I drank. Nicky called. He gave me some advice and I was intoxicated enough to try and follow it"
Neil can't help but burst out laughing.
The idea of Nicky trying to give Andrew some love advice is incredibly funny, but Andrew doesn't laugh, or chuckle, or call him stupid or something. He tenses his jaw and looks at the wall, and that's not good.
"I'm glad it was amusing to you, Josten"
"You're technically a Josten too, you know?"
That usually does it. Andrew turns around and Neil acts like he can't see the blush on his "technically" husband's face. Or he calls Neil a ridiculous sap. Or he vaguely says something about divorce rates on same sex couples.
Dobson would want them to talk about things. Andrew would probably listen to her advice and they'll do it anyway. So, might as well.
"Truth for truth. Yes or no?"
Andrew looks at him, lifting his eyebrows. He looks somewhat impressed. It's a spark, and then it's gone. They haven't been playing that, lately. They live, work and sleep together. There's no room for a lot of secrets.
"Yes. Ask"
Neil nods, and gets himself ready. He tries to think about the best, most cohesive way to word his question. Over the years, he's gotten better at covering all his bases in a single question, so Andrew can't claim that he should ask smarter questions if he wants better answers. But his brain is acting weird, and he hasn't eaten anything yet, and he's now used to breakfast, which, isn't it crazy, that Neil Josten is used to breakfast? And that someone usually cooks it for him? And that they share it, calmly and in silence, just because they're both free to do so?
"What led you to listen to Nicky when, before, you never really did that, even drunk or drugged?"
It's a bit of a tongue twister to spit out, but he manages just fine. Andrew frowns some more, and sighs, again. He looks everywhere but at Neil. He's ashamed. Sad. He's uncomfortable. But, he tells himself, he said yes, and this is Neil, and Neil would never hurt him on purpose. And he wants this. He wants to talk about it. And isn't it so crazy, that Andrew Minyard is going to talk about himself? And that someone will listen to him? Just because this is what they both want?
"Contrary to popular belief, I'm not perfect. And even more contrary to popular belief, I am aware of that. I know that I'm not the most pleasant person to be around. I was thinking about it, these days, you know, with the legal paperwork and that. I guess I want to change a bit. For the better"
It's nice, to say it to someone who isn't Bee. It's nice, to look into Neil's eyes and see the millions of emotions running under them. It's nice, to know that 14-yo Andrew Doe would never believe he can say those words to someone. It's nice, to know that 20-yo Andrew Minyard would never want to say those words to someone. It's nice, to be Andrew Minyard-Josten, and simply sit on the sofa and talk things through with his lover. It's nice, to have a lover he actually loves, and wants, and chooses.
Neil leans in, and he mutters the question, and Andrew says yes because he fucking wants to and not because someone is holding a knife to his throat or something like that. They kiss, slowly, with feelings and all that sappy bullshit Andrew Doe wanted to have. They kiss, kindly, and they're so close that Andrew Minyard would have a panic attack and lash out. They kiss.
Then they take a break to breathe. Andrew asks and Neil says no, whispering and chuckling like an idiot, and Andrew may be blushing from the heat of the moment, but he moves away from Neil because they're both safe here. Safe to say yes. Safe to say no.
"I just- I want my question. Ask me again after that"
Andrew doesn't really need to think this one through. His mouth moves before his brain does, vomiting his biggest worry at the moment.
"If you could, what would you... change, in me?"
It's a question he never planned on saying. It feels weird. Like someone else, some lovey dovey married moron, said it. But perhaps that's the kinda person he's becoming. After all, to be loved is to evolve, or something like that.
Neil hums in silence, and Andrew is AJ, Andrew Doe, Andrew Minyard and a ball of anxiety all at once, and then, "Well, full honesty? There's something I'm fucking tired of. I think it's utter bullshit"
And he gets down on one knee. And they didn't do this. They did the legal paperwork, but never this, not this, and Andrew can feel his heart stopping and his idiot of a soon-to-be-again husband has absolutely no ring but that's fine, that's fine because he has Andrew's heart and what else can they fuckin need?
"Andrew Minyard Josten. Yes, or no?"
He never planned this. He never even allowed himself to dream about this, but, God, he's earned it. He wants this, and the "technically" thing was getting old and the sun is coming from the windows and Neil looks somewhat like an angel and they're thirty already and isn't this so weird when did they turn thirty he never planned to make it this far and it's like ten am already and neither one of them's had an actual breakfast and they're both in pajamas and-
"Yes"
And they go back to the whole kissing thing.
#andrew aftg#aftg andreil#andreil wedding#I'm rusty so like id you see any mistake no u don't??#andreil fluff#andreil comfort#andreil oneshot#Minyard Josten household#Andrew Minyard#Neil Josten#All for the game#aftg#it's like 2 am but I'm out of meds so have this because I can't sleep#i kove em???#they're so easy to write#or I just suck at writing#something something about love and freedom#and to be loved is to be changed#YES ANDREW IS OOC#THAT'S LIKE THE POINT#he's trying to get better#having a bpd identity crisis#because I'm having one#so why not lmao#this is very self indulgent
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there is a judge in Seattle who does the weekly name change hearings, and who says it's her favorite part of the week. she says she doesn't read out previous names, or ask about the reasons why people want to change them. she says it's a beautiful moment, and a celebration; a claiming of a new identity, or a reclamation of an old identity. she encourages the room to clap for folks. then she welcomes everyone up, one by one, by last name and with warmth; she shows them the court order where nobody else can see, asks them to double check the spelling, and then they're done! do they want a picture? do they want their friends and loved ones who came with them to be in it too? do they want the court order in the photo? she helps everyone pose, shakes hands and stands with them for as long as they need to take it, recruits the clerk for help taking photos of the folks who came alone. then she tells them where to go next, congratulates them, and claps along with the rest of the room.
probably three quarters of the people there were trans, and she centered their experience quietly, with love and joy.
I think I'll be thinking about her a lot this January, and for a long time after. it's good to know she's there.
#went with a friend for their name change today#mine sucked in comparison! but different city and different judge i guess#anyway if you're in Seattle and thinking about getting your name changed... do it!#it was so lovely. genuinely.
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I love you Safety Wizard.
(Inspired by @keroascrazy)
#safety wizard#wizard#Tumblr wants me to use the wizardposting tag so badly and I'm tempted. It's a good tag.#Shout out to stackedbirds for sending me the safety wizard post. Beloved mutual and beloved supplier of good wizard posts.#I will make it an open secret that I love me some good goofy wizards.#Safety Wizard has a special pizzazz that just gets the gears turning.#I like to imagine Safety Wizard began their studies as a traffic wizard. Then took some courses in roadside hazard magic.#This sparked an interest in safety magic and resulted in an eventual change of major - but the outfit stayed true to their roots.#All that said and done; The original costume is really good and I hope OP keeps up the good wizarding work.#Remember that distracted driving is extremely dangerous. Do not drive tired or in altered states of awareness.#It is always morally correct to call a friend of ride service if you have even the smallest doubt you will be a safe driver.#And *please* wear proper PPE on your job site. Do not put yourself or other's at risk!
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tbh i never really considered seals. until i finally saw one irl and was like omg. the creature
this is my artistic representation of what they looked like on the beach from where i was standing in the distance
it was the most magical day of my life
#i love seals#‼️‼️‼️#life changing moment#i realize now that i was unenlightened when seals were merely in my periphery#i think about them every day now. all the time#seals#stupendous creature
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one braincell transfer (divided by four)
#i think you guys have no idea where the extent of my admiration to AE quartet has brought me aside of sunday's existing trust to welt#i'm so down to any possible dynamic they'll have both in-game canon and fanart#they're the most preciousest ever i'm just welt yang to them. the ducklings#i think sunday can get along with them just fine regardless of their past endeavors when the will of the trailblaze is a will to change#he'll struggle he'll get awkward maybe a lil control freakishness and wonweek smugeroo here and there#but their differences is what makes them all familiar to each other as a group and i love that...#sunday hsr#dan heng#trailblazer#stelle#march 7th#hsr#honkai star rail#qiiarts#I FORGOT THE TINY MAN OF THE HOUR#welt yang#AE quartet
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thinking about her in these trying times
#oh god oh dear it's coming#excited!#yet terrified !#deltarune#just a week away#deltarune tomorrow#i love giving noelle curly golden hair i feel like it fits the angel asthetic#utdr#noelle#noelle holiday#noelle deltarune#my art#artists on tumblr#digital art#look at me scheduling a post for a change#i'm sure you are all proud
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Since we all agree that people of the Alley of Crime adore Red Hood and believe in him, I think it is time to imagine Jason in a scene similar to the one from OG Spiderman, where his identity is accidentally outted in front of crowd of people, and they all are just choose to protect him and help him out.
So maybe Gotham is facing especially nasty trouble, and vigilantes are on the receiving end this time. So maybe Jason is thrown at the dirty Alley in his part of town, wounded, with helmet flying off, and there is just a crowd of people staring as bleeds out, astonished. And Jason thinks, oh, that's the end — he can go and shoot himself, honestly, because he just failed the man rule every vigilante have: never show your face, never reveal your identity.
But people are... helping him? His eyes are half-open, breath laboured and pained, but all he hears is gentle murmuring:
'God, he is just a kid...'
'He must be younger than my son.'
'Poor child...'
He feels soft elderly hand against his cheek as someone from the crowd, an ex nurse, comes closer to bandage his injuries, while a kid, barely with the size of his helmet, brings it back, sticking out their tongue as they try to place it back on his head, to hide his face.
'It is okay,' the old woman reassures him. 'You are safe with us, son. We hadn't seen anything.'
Jason's eyes sting, because, oh.
It is his people. He loves them. He will die for them.
And they love him just as much.
He still waits for someone to out him, though. But the week ends, the villain is out of the picture, and no one says a thing. The only proof that it ever happened is civilians, who keep waving at Jason — not Red Hood, just Jason — when their paths cross somewhere in the shops or streets.
And that's how he knows that it is them; it is them, and they keep him safe as much as he keeps safe them.
#jason loves his alley of crime#and his alley of crime loves him back#he can change his name and hide under the helmet but they will always know and see him as their own#jason todd#red hood#dcu comics#dc universe#dcu#batman
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"We've all got to be fighting that fight every day."
Happy Pride, everyone...
#david tennant#soft scottish hipster gigolo#reasons to be cheerful#some people hold up a rainbow flag. David Tennant turns himself into one.#David and Michael are both tremendous LGBTQ+ allies#but i think they understand that pain on a personal level#love seeing him become so much more comfortable in his own skin#and we can see the change in him on the inside and outside#let people be who they are#happy pride month indeed#<3
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love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking
#yes i want things to be free like ??? that is not a weird desire#'but but it costs money to keep up' ok and? how is that my problem#the government has plenty of murder dollars they could reallocate a few to make internet services universal if they wanted#also these companies were perfectly capable of supporting themselves before the internet got drowned with ads so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#edit: muting notifs on this post bc new additions have kind of petered out#so no one feel bad about adding something someone else has said‚ it is not bothering me im just trying to keep my#notifs page cleanish lol#also since i saw some people are being redirected to read my tags: firstly hiiiiii this is a special secret message for you:3#secondly i have learned since making this that the reason they were able to support themselves previously was because#of investors bankrolling everything#and theyre now finally realizing that theyre never going to actually make a profit and arent as willing to invest#however thats just a minor correction and doesnt change my overall point#once again. so many murder dollars#so thats why im just adding it here in the tags rather than making an actual correction#anyways . love yall 💕#origibberish#bigger gibbers
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Soldier, Poet, Kings
Bonus wallpaper version with just Joel:
#wild life smp#smallishbeans#zombiecleo#goodtimeswithscar#inthelittlewood#trafficblr#I adore the celestial theme and im a tarot card truther but I toss this symbolism into the ring.#Change it up every 3 (ish) winners. It *is* a mainly 3 lives system. 3 is a good number for this series and symbolism#the red bandana on Joel's arm is Gem's he took after she died. his wedding ring is on his necklace. because family#Gonna draw silly car winner art FOR SURE. How can I not? Joel and is not exploded very important car. I love him so much <3#my art
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where would we be without tag wranglers. this links to ‘not canon compliant’. ao3 volunteers i am kissing you on the lips

#i love that we can be funny in tags and someone will just come along and clean it on up for us without changing it#ao3#tag by user aniron84 btw
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big fan of this trend actually
#like its both funny and nice to see when a character's outward appearance doesnt rly change when their gender identity does#genuinely. i love it#shadow#shadow the hedgehog#sonic the hedgehog#sonic artist#art
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[What happened to you?]
#arcane#caitvi#caitlyn kiramman#caitlyn arcane#can you tell arcane s2 is making me normal#can you tell i was manic making this#can you tell i love dramatic character changes
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I cannot put into mortal words how fucking badly I want that swedish goat to burn. We live in a modern surveillance hellscape and not only is big brother watching you but he’s monitoring your purchase habits so he can sell you a smart refrigerator that will spy on you for the cia. the full weight of modern technology can be rallied to protect that straw monument to human hubris and I want us to burn it anyway. I want the might of modern society to crumple in the face of a drunk swede with a zippo lighter. we can do it just take my hand
#gavle goat#gavlebocken#god please just burn it to the ground#to be loved is to be changed#and I love that goat for how it burns#I’m way too intense about it please just burn the goat please please
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trans pins by StrawberryPrism
#strawberryprism#transparent by me#etsy#trans art#pins#buttons#you are loved#trans love#proudly trans#i hold trans people so close to my heart#forever changing forever growing#there's a very special trans person in my life#hand in loving hand#lgbt#transparent pngs#pngs#pin pngs
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