#and you’d rather not

[astronicht]

Good morning. This is the best fic comment I have ever received.

[tommystummy]

“Eddie tells Tommy first” “Eddie tells Maddie first” Eddie tells Josh because Josh is the only gay person he knows that won’t immediately blab to someone who’ll blab to someone who will blab to Buck.

[fritzmonorail]

The doctor really spent the entirety of season 10 trying to get to the worst planet ever just so he could show Jo a really cool rock. And when he managed to drag himself back in one piece Jo was just like “oh yeah cool, goodnight.”

[bakudekublogblog]

it’s so funny to see all these jokes about izuku lashing out at katsuki/finally punching katsuki/beating him up finally for all the stuff he did to him when canonically katsuki had to cry before izuku would fight him

[shima-draws]

Mannn Oda’s REALLY good at introducing characters I automatically dislike but then end up falling in love with later. Like Bege. I was so mad at him for hurting Pekoms and taking Sanji but now I’m like. LOVE THAT GUY. He’s a mafia boss he’s ruthless and will shoot his own comrades if necessary he’s an expert in backstabbing and is notorious for murder but he’s also SUCH a loyal husband, he loves his wife SO much and he loves his baby boy SO much and would move mountains for them. He ends up getting drawn into the utter chaos that surrounds the Strawhats and despite every aspect of his character that says otherwise he ends up believing in them and what they can do. One minute he’s threatening to shoot someone in the head and the next he’s baby talking to his son and cooing over him. The DUALITY OF MAN

[chilschuck]

Since you mentioned Mickie, may I request Mickbell with a fem tall-man reader who is super protective of him and Kuro physically (she would be a fighter class I guess, maybe barbarian or something in dnd terms) but kind of clings to him because she is socially anxious and not used to crowds and people? Relying on Mick being the street smart one and trusting his judgement one that?

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ anon this is SUCH a cute idea!!!! i love mick and kuro so much so i definitely wanted to whip something up for you!! i hope this is okay and that you enjoy!! <33

— MICKBELL TOMAS: x fem!tall-man reader

꒰ warnings: ꒱ none, fighter fem!reader & sfw + some love for kuro too! they’re your lil guys <3

꒰ wc: ꒱ 651

✦ lots of love for these two and i love writing for them!! i like to think of you guys as a found family! <3 i hope these are okay!!

✦ The first time you made yourself known as a fighter class, Mickbell immediately knew where he was going to hide during battles from now on. When he (and Kuro, since he made sure to drag him along) found out you were great to hide behind, your protectiveness immediately kicked in.

✦ It didn’t help that you were already protective of both the half-foot and Kuro, always making sure they were safe and out of harm’s way while you did the brunt of the physical work. In awe of just how tough you were when it came to combat, Mick knew he had to get you on his side. (Not that he had to do much work in doing so.)

✦ To say you were smitten with the duo was an understatement. You found yourself clinging to Mickbell when put in any kind of social situation, which would make his chest swell with pride a bit. Especially now that he had both you and Kuro to pick him up and carry him. You were much more cuddly and handsy with him though, which would definitely cause him to sputter out a few flustered words for sure.

✦ Kuro was given lots of attention too. You couldn’t help but want to make sure he was getting enough food like Mick, which he was more than happy about. Giving both of them pats on the head once getting them to safety was routine, and Mick found himself craving more and more of your affections.

✦ Anytime you felt they’d be in danger, you immediately stood your ground, ushering them behind you or even making sure to carry them off to safety like said before. When it came to their wellbeing, you weren’t afraid to crack a few skulls (or other bones, lol.) The rest of Kabru’s party was more than accepting of letting you settle things when it came to your two guys, and grew used to your protectiveness over time.

✦ You knew of Mickbell’s street smarts and past, letting him do most of the talking when it came down to it. It was rather a sight to see when you’d step behind him and Kuro, allowing him to speak for you. When it came to crowds and lots of people, you definitely clung to him, even going as far as to hold him as you walked. (Mickbell didn’t mind this in the least bit. I like to imagine when it comes to you, he’d like to be held and doted on.)

✦ Your height as a tall-man kept you protecting them when needed, but always keeping your guard up. One day, Kabru even pointed out the height difference and relationship, rather amused with it.

— Mick puffed out his chest, hands on his hips in pride. “She and Kuro always have my back! If you think about it, I’m the brains, and they’re like my brawn!”

Despite his words, you couldn’t help but softly giggle, scooping him up after he spoke. You even reached out a hand to Kuro, scratching his head with a sweet smile. “Yeah, you’re my guys. It’s my job to look out for both of you.”

That definitely made him happy, if evident from the rosy glow on his cheeks and even the pleased look on Kuro’s face. You were more than content in fighting tooth and nail for them, making sure they were well aware that you always had them in mind.

✦ You even made sure to sleep beside them, just in case something happened and they needed you. You weren’t worried about Kuro as much as you were about Mickbell, but you had such a soft spot for them both that your protectiveness knew no bounds.

✦ It was safe to say that you had made your own small little family within the party, and both were more than happy with it. (And with you!)

— dividers by @/cafekitsune! <3

[yonemurishiroku]

something something the ghosts don’t just fear Nico. They love him. Love him.

[silverfoxstole]

With regards to the Doctor constantly being described as tall in the EDAs I was interested and briefly heartened to find this exchange when skipping back through Seeing I:

‘I dunno,’ said Orin, ‘I kinda figured he’d be… well, taller.’ ‘He acts tall,’ murmured Sam. She thought of the spindly figure who’d unfolded himself upon entering the TARDIS, who’d stumbled off down a dark corridor looking as if he wanted to curl up into a ball. ‘Usually.’

Unfortunately the feeling was only brief and we’re back to normal with the same authors in Unnatural History:

‘Who the hell are you?’ asked Sam Jones. A tall, slender man wearing fancy dress stared back at her through the chain on her door.

*head desks*

[seakicker]

social survey

[not-rab]

☀︎ part 2 of my Singer/Songwriter Twitter AU ☀︎

☀︎ part 1 ☀︎ part 3 ☀︎

@malakiwis <3

[thatsbelievable]

[smoqueen]

terfs doing mental gymnastics about the lesbians in dungeon meshi lmao

[claypigeonpottery]

Saw your tags on the copying art post and wanted to say I have copied one of your pieces for fun. It's the one with the shark surrounded by fish and I just loved that piece and wanted to have a go myself when I went to a pottery painting night with friends. It didn't turn out great but had a lot of fun making it!

that’s great! I’m glad you had fun with it 😁 and practice is never wasted, even if the piece doesn’t turn out

[nestastits]

Saying you’re pro Nesta but hating everything about her book does not make sense to me

[trashogram]

No but fr if I could continue to be vulnerable for a moment, it would interesting to see Husk bonding with someone that has a fear of alcoholics due to past trauma.

[venture-through-the-mist]

The Devil Never Slumbers

I rub at my eyes tiredly as my ship lands inconspicuously near the Necralisk. It’s…so quiet. Quiet as I slink unnoticed through the halls, past the slumbering Entrati. Quiet as I slip into the tunnels that lead to the Sanctum, tunnels walked by many, but nearly deserted now. My footsteps tread lightly on the gilded floor, careful not to wake the fish, who’s mumbling haughtily in his sleep. Nor do I disturb the massive bird, nestled comfortably in his golden cage, nor the Cervulite, curled up near the entrance to the labs, though the tip of his tail twitches slightly before moving to rest atop his muzzle. No, none of them notice my presence. None, except the faithful assistant. We share a glance, exchanging words with merely a look. The exhaustion in his eyes is the very same as that which wraps itself around my bones, the very same heaviness that weighs me down but doesn’t allow me to rest. His gaze shifts to an empty space at his workbench. An invitation. One that I don’t take. Perhaps he and I could bask in our misery together. Perhaps I could even fall asleep if I simply focus on his methodical progress, the ambient scratching of pencil to paper. But, that’s not why I’m here.

And he knows it.

We reach a silent understanding, realization flashing in his weary eyes. One corner of my mouth turns upward in a soft half-smile, and he returns the look, adjusting the edge of his glasses as he does so. I continue my path, feeling the soft sands of the dunes beneath my feet. There’s no need for a Warframe out here. I hadn’t wanted to bring one anyways. I take a deep breath, my lungs filling with the still air, my senses taking in the subtle stimuli, those which I would’ve missed if I were inside that metallic suit. My ears take in the soft singing that I knew I’d hear eventually. As the dunes give way to stone, as the edge of the cliff becomes visible through the fog of the Void, I see her. I don’t say anything to disturb her vigil. I simply lower myself to the rocky ground, a few feet behind her, but enough to the side that I can see what she sees. I can see the Void, the broken, floating pieces of rubble, the glowing, gaping maw that seems poised to devour us all. She knows I’m here, even before she shifts her head slightly—likely the smallest amount she can turn in order to see me—, but her singing doesn’t falter. It can’t, I know that now. Rather, it mustn’t. 

We don’t speak, but I feel an understanding lingering in the air. One beyond words, one that has stood the test of time, of loyalties, of love. A test that has led us here, to the cliff. To the emptiness that stretches beyond its rocky edges. In the past, we had many titles. The future will bring many more. But for now, right here, we’re simply Mother and Daughter. She isn’t the Sentient, the Daughter, the Leader. I’m not the Tenno, the Soldier, the Devil. Not here. Not now. We’re simply two beings, not linked by blood but family nonetheless, solemnly staring across the Void. I allow myself to listen to her song. It’s different now…but no less comforting. The lullaby once used to comfort her children, now being used to tether herself to the present. The weight of my exhaustion gnaws at me, but my eyes don’t drift shut. My gaze remains fixed, staring straight ahead.

I don’t know how long I stay there, though eventually more Tenno begin to filter in, sitting quietly near us. Some stay for only a moment or two. Others remain longer. I find myself almost fascinated by them. As different as we all might be, as unruly, or hotheaded, or impulsive, most of us have one thing in common. Sometimes, we just want our Mother. When the world seems strange—too strange, even for us—, she’s who we turn to. She might be different now—she’s clearly distracted, and more than a little uncomfortable—, but she’s determined. She’s a calming presence, even when her own mind is likely less than serene.

Maybe that’s why I’m here. Maybe that’s why, after tossing and turning and trying and failing to rest, my weary hands keyed in coordinates that I barely read before the Orbiter began its course. Maybe, even if I can’t sleep right now, I can still rest. I can still let my thoughts still as I stare out into the empty fog, listening to her unending song. Tomorrow, I can be the Soldier once more. Tomorrow, I can be the System’s ‘Devil’. But tonight? Tonight, I just want to be a daughter. I want to spend time with her—even if it’s only a moment—, time that’s unimpeded by thoughts of the conflict that looms over us. I just…don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to hear It laughing, amused by the torment It causes.

I take a quiet breath, and my eyelids fall shut. I can still hear the others, though their voices seem like mere background noise. I focus on the song, allowing myself to relax into this odd half-asleep state. Eventually, though it seems far too soon, I open my eyes once more. I slowly rise to my feet, a silent farewell crossing through my mind. I’ll be back. She knows, I’m sure. At least…I hope so. My limbs feel only slightly lighter as I make my way across the dunes. Even still, they should be light enough that I can fight once more.