#bug writes

[doodlebug-aboo]

Steve doesn’t like to admit it, but he likes to snoop. He’s a nosy guy. Anytime he’s in someone’s house for the first time, he snoops through their bathroom when he’s in there. He lies to himself and says it’s to be prepared for anything. Figure out where they keep the painkillers, the first aid kit, the extra toilet paper, the towels, but really he’s just curious. He always has been. He never snoops around when the person is there, but he can never decide if that’s better or worse.

The first time Steve is allowed into Eddie’s room, when he isn’t fighting for his life against creatures from the Upside Down that is, Eddie’s words catch him off guard.

“Get your snooping done now, man. There’s a lot of shit to sift through.”

He doesn’t ask how Eddie knows he likes to snoop, but he takes the opportunity after getting express permission while Eddie leaves to grab them some drinks from the kitchen. There is a lot of stuff, like Eddie said, but not in a way that’s messy. Steve wouldn’t call his room messy, just maybe a little crowded. In the best way possible, though. It looks lived in. Like a lot of love went into creating this space just the way Eddie likes it. It’s comforting.

The one place Steve pays the closest attention to is the small desk, littered with crumpled papers, notebooks, maps of fantasy worlds Steve has never heard of, pens and pencils, dice, you name it. Looking through the papers, Steve sees most of them are notes about a new campaign he knows Eddie has been working on for the kids. Steve knows Eddie’s been pouring over it endlessly because Will is visiting for the whole summer and the kids begged Eddie to write a campaign and play with them, and Eddie wants to make it the best possible game for the kid.

When Eddie comes back into the room, Steve stops his snooping and sits on the edge of the bed.

Steve takes a look at Eddie’s desk every time he’s in his room, now. He likes to see what Eddie is working on, likes to be able to ask him about it and watch his face light up as he starts to talk about something he’s passionate about.

One day, Steve walks into Eddie’s room and sees the amount of crumpled notebook paper seems to have multiplied drastically. He normally wouldn’t un-crumple any of the thrown away ideas and stick to the ones currently being worked on, but the magnitude of papers littering the floor nags at his curiosity too much to leave them be. So he picks up a few of the balls of paper and smooths them out best he could to read what they say.

Most of the papers are filled with a litany of crossed-out words and phrases, sometimes whole paragraphs of text. After looking at each paper, Steve realizes they’re song lyrics. He knew Eddie wrote music for his band, but he still hadn’t heard any of their music. Not for lack of wanting to, simply because Eddie told him he’ll invite Steve to one of their shows when he’s comfortable. It hurt Steve a bit to know Eddie still wasn’t comfortable enough to show him his original music, but he also knows that music is much more sacred to Eddie than it’s ever been to himself.

The lyrics really stand out to Steve, though, and he tries to wrap his head around them. It looks like Eddie is struggling with one song in particular he wants to write, because the lyrics are similar but different on every page. It’s a song about someone, it looks like, and it almost sounds like a love song, but not the kind of pop-style love song Steve is accustomed to, of course.

Steve knows not every love song has to be about one person in particular, but he feels like he knows who Eddie is writing about. It’s on the tip of his tongue. He knows Eddie is writing about one specific person. Too many times are the lyrics hyper-specific, but those are always the ones that are crossed out. Many mentions of brown eyes, the way they style their hair, their lips. Comments about hands, necks. There’s even a long paragraph entirely crossed out detailing moments they’ve shared, and it sounds eerily familiar.

It’s a lyric on the last paper Steve grabbed from the floor that makes the realization hit him like a truck.

Matching scars across our skin

Can’t believe you let me in

There’s something crossed out so intensely Steve can’t read it, but he can read the lines right below it.

If you’re the king, I’ll let you reign

But loving you’s a losing game

Steve knows, immediately, who the song is about, and before he even has time to react to this new knowledge, Eddie is walking through the door to his room again.

As soon as his eyes land on Steve, he freezes. “You weren’t supposed to see those, Harrington.”

But Steve is looking at him with awe in his eyes. “Are you writing a song about me, Munson?” He means for it to come out more teasing, but his voice is soft. Almost shy.

Eddie pulls a chunk of his hair forward to cover his face, looking down and anywhere other than Steve. “Don’t be ridiculous. Me? Writing a song about King Steve?”

Steve smirks a little and walks closer to Eddie. Not too close, he doesn’t want to scare him away. There’s also a small seed of worry sitting in the back of his brain waiting to sprout that maybe, just maybe, he’s wrong about this. But he really hopes he’s right. “You know, you only bring out the King Steve shit when you’re too afraid to say what you’re really thinking.”

Eddie’s eyes widen and he looks at Steve in shock. “You… noticed something that specific?”

Steve just shrugs, closing the distance between them a little more, only about a foot and a half separating them now. “I notice a lot of things about you, Munson.”

Steve sees Eddie’s shoulders relax slightly from where they raised up closer to his ears. “If you’re just saying all this to pull a prank on me or something, that’s really fucked up, Steve.”

Steve quickly shakes his head. “I’m not. I promise I’m not, Eds. I would never.”

Eddie seems to be thinking really hard for a long moment, once again looking away from Steve. He fidgets with his rings a bit, spinning one slowly on one of his fingers. Steve’s eyes track the movement. Finally, Eddie looks at him again. “Fuck it.”

Eddie closes the distance between them, grabs Steve’s cheeks in both of his hands, and slams their lips together. It’s not a graceful kiss by any means, and not exactly what Steve had imagined their first kiss would be like. If he had imagined it before, which he definitely didn’t do, especially not every day. But regardless, it’s still one of the best kisses Steve’s ever had, and he’s had a lot. Everything about it is just so Eddie, he can’t even describe it. The gentle, almost shy hesitation he can feel mixed with the desperation of a man on his death bed. Steve wraps his arms around Eddie’s waist before they pull back, smiling at each other.

Eddie’s grin is almost blinding as his eyes scan over Steve’s face. “I’m almost finished with the final version of the song… you should come see us when we’re ready to play it.”

Steve’s eyes light up. “You mean I get to finally go see Corroded Coffin perform live?”

Eddie laughs. “Yes, that’s what I mean. I’ll let you know when we’ll play it for the first time. I’m not the singer, so you’ll have to hear Gareth singing about you, but at least you’ll know the lyrics are mine.”

Steve smiles, pressing a much softer and gentler kiss to his lips. “You’re more of a sap than I thought you’d be.”

“Oh, shut it, big boy.”

[jusst-you-race]

let’s give the boy a hand

landoscar, pre-slash, volleyball au — (1941 words)

~

“He watches you too, y’know?” Lance’s voice pulls him from his spiralling thoughts.

“Huh?”

Lance sideyes him.

“Oscar. He watches you. A lot.”

Lando bites down on his lip again, rolling it between his front teeth. He knows Oscar watches him. That’s part of what’s been slowly driving Lando insane.

[liverobinreaction]

had to update the tags on 'Crack Your Molars While You Dream' because uh.. it's heading in a direction that I was kind of expecting but also wasn't.

TBH this story probably couldn't have ended any other way, especially since it's a complicated premise to begin with (and is focused on the POV of a character I don't write a lot about)

But yeah, I don't want people going into this last chapter with ideas of a happy reconciliation, bc there's too much going on for it to work.

And in order for there to be a happy reconciliation, I'd have to write. So many more chapters, and this story was never meant to grow into that point lmao

But yeah, it's almost done, so here's your heads up

[doofnoof]

In Defense Of Mrs. Westenra:

This is going to sound absolutely insane, but I understand why Mrs. Westenra removed the garlic from Lucy's room, and think it was a genuine attempt at kindness rather than a selfish act done entirely foolishly, though regardless of her motives she's still doomed poor Lucy to death.

Let me explain: we're seeing some masterful use of dramatic irony here, I almost wish I could buy Bram Stoker a drink for how positively stunningly he's put the dramatic irony into motion, because it is absolutely sickening and heartwrenching knowing that Lucy is well and truly going to get even sicker and then die, because her mother removed the one thing protecting her from Dracula from her room.

We the audience are fully aware that this is a bad thing Mrs. Westenra has done, that she's doomed her daughter and is putting her directly in danger, that her smugness at the situation is so entirely misplaced that we want to scream and cry and curse and pull our hair out the way Van Hellsing did the instant she left the room, or the way Seward's anger is barely contained as he writes out today's entry. Bravo to the Re: Dracula cast for how downright upsetting this episode was, from hearing a usually silly man weep aloud to almost being able to see Seward's jaw clench from how he recounts what happened. You can almost imagine how Van Hellsing must have wept when his son died, as he loves Lucy as if she were his own daughter.

But here's the thing. Mrs. Westenra has been left out of the loop of what's happening with Lucy, she's unaware that Lucy knows she's sick, and with only a little time left she needs to get Lucy well enough to get married, so that when Mrs. Westenra inevitably dies Lucy is taken care of, she has enough money and a good enough reputation to get the care she needs when Mrs. Westenra can't try to provide it for her anymore. This is a very old-fashioned way of thinking, but Mrs. Westenra was raised in an old-fashioned time, likely when there was a cholera outbreak in London and the bad air theory first started to circulate, while Lucy is being raised in a new and (what must seem to Mrs. Westenra) frightening London, and old people are often set in their ways even now.

How many times have you, the audience, been told by a well-meaning older person in your life to "just hit the streets" when out looking for a job? They don't understand that times have changed, and it's easier to just nod and smile and say "sure thing, you're absolutely right Peepaw, I'll do just that" than to argue with them on it, because they're looking at the world through their lived experiences, the past, rather than how the world is currently.

Mrs. Westenra is also a disabled woman, she has a congenital heart disease that has only recently been fully diagnosed, and her life is slowly dwindling to an end, and she is watching helplessly as her daughter is sick with a disease no one seems able to cure. She has every right to be suspicious of Van Hellsing and Seward, because they can't and won't even tell her what's causing Lucy's illness, won't explain the garlic, and didn't even tell her they'd put garlic in her room.

Van Hellsing knows it's a vampire and can't fill anyone in on it, because that's supernatural hogwash, old-fashioned buffoonery, flying in the face of logic and science and everything the New London is striving for. Nobody would believe him anyways. Lucy thought the garlic was ridiculous, and even Seward himself felt as though Hellsing was being irrational (when Seward was Hellsing's student, and looked up to him as though he knew every secret in the world, but still questioned him on this one thing, fearing Hellsing was turning to Oujia Boards and Crystal Balls instead of Science and Logic,) and both only understood and accepted that Hellsing knew what he was doing from his intense and dead serious response to being questioned, and then seeing for themselves that Lucy had slept well, and had color in her cheeks again.

Mrs. Westenra saw none of this. She does not knows who Hellsing is, doesn't know that Lucy trusts him more than she trusts anyone else in the world save for Mina, and she doesn't know that he's helped Arthur save Lucy's life, nor does she know that Seward is in much the same boat, that he'd given his own blood and sleep and sanity for Lucy's sake out of love for her and his friendship with Arthur and Hellsing, who in turn trusts him with Lucy's health and safety.

Mrs. Westenra does know some things though. She knows that doctors, who rely on science and logic, weren't able to catch her heart problems in time to save her life, that she's dying and becoming rapidly unable to take care of her daughter, who is also sick with an illness doctors previously haven't been able to diagnose and treat. It went away on it's own, and came back again worse than ever before later in life, much like Mrs. Westenra's heart problem. This may seem foolish, but part of why I love Dracula is because every character feels like someone you might meet today, rather than a person almost 100 years ago.

How many times have we, the audience, heard of medical malpractice going unpunished and ignored, especially because the target of the malpractice was a woman? There must be at the very least a handful of you. I know from experience (personal and from being there for friends and family) what it's like to be told you're imagining your pain (in hysterics), you're being over-dramatic, (you're hysterical) it's just normal period pain and will go away (women and the constant fainting at the slightest pain, amiright fellas), have you tried losing weight, have you tried exercise and fresh air, have you tried eating this one diet or another, maybe it's all mental, go to this doctor or that and doing exactly as you're told only to be met with a door to the face, and if you're lucky, eventually getting diagnosed and maybe even given medicine for your ailments instead of just a bill and a smack on the ass. Mrs. Westenra finally got a clear answer for herself as it was revealed she's dying. Lucy has yet to get an answer.

So lets put all of this together. Mrs. Westenra is watching as strange men sneak around her home and into her daughter's room, she's just been diagnosed with a disease that is killing her and there's nothing the doctors can do to fix it, I doubt she trusts any doctors right now even though we the audience know she's dealing with a really wonderful doctor, even Mr. Medical Malpractice Warning himself is doing everything in his power to make Lucy well again, and for the first time since his introduction with his proposal to Lucy, he's putting logic aside to be kind to someone who is relying on him for help, promising to wake Lucy from her sleep if she has nightmares. Mrs. Westenra doesn't know this. She's going to die, her daughter is keeping secrets from her, and her saving grace is that Lucy is going to be married to a good and kind gentleman who will use his wealth to keep her relatively healthy seeing as Lucy is going to be his wife, and she can't have anyone making Lucy seem like an unchaste woman lest her plan falls apart and she's not able to make sure her daughter is wed and thus, safe. Mrs. Westenra knows that even gossip of Lucy sleeping around could make the whole thing fall apart, because Arthur has a reputation to uphold, and so does Lucy. Lucy is a new woman in a society where the old ways are dying or being reborn, and likely doesn't understand her mother's fears, knows that her friends would never hurt her, but that doesn't matter in the eyes of society because at the end of the day she is an unwed woman left alone with a man, a prior suitor no less. She walks into her daughters room and sees these men have left flowers everywhere, and worse is that they stink to high heavens.

Lucy seems better, but Mrs. Westenra has never gotten to see what Lucy looked like after Dracula fed on her, so to Mrs. Westenra these heavily scented flowers are going to look like something doing more harm than good. She knows from being raised in an old-fashioned society that fresh air does a lot of good, that's why Lucy went on that vacation with Mina, and she doesn't know how bad Lucy's sleepwalking got because everyone stopped telling her anything after they found out about her heart, at Lucy's behest no less. She feels like fresh air works, and these idiot doctors trained in the new ways (that have proven unhelpful, they couldn't save her could they, so how would they know what Lucy needs?) have gunked up her daughter's room and are inadvertently making her worse with the foul smelling flowers. Mrs. Westenra was probably alive as well when the cholera pandemic was in full swing and explained as being caused by bad air, and she can see her daughter is sick and wants to help her. So she takes the noxious flowers out of Lucy's room and opens the windows, and tries to get the men-folk to understand that they're no longer needed, not understanding herself that her attempt to rid the room of bad air has instead let what's keeping Lucy sick in rather than keeping it out, and by trying to protect Lucy from being preyed upon she has inadvertently let a very evil thing who is going to prey on Lucy in every meaning of the word into her room, where she should have been safe.

She doesn't know she's in a horror novel, and she only has what she can see as evidence. She made the wrong choice because she loves her daughter and is trying to take care of her, even though she's failing miserably because she's applying a bandaid to a burn wound, so to speak. Right now many people hate Mrs. Westenra for her smug attitude and for letting something evil hurt her daughter, for undoing all the hard work Seward and Hellsing have given up sleep and blood for, but I think it's a little unfounded. She's an old fashioned woman in a new world, doing her best for her daughter's sake, and it's not her fault she doesn't know all of the details, and she can't know the details because it will kill her and possibly make Lucy's situation even more dire.

That's what makes Lucy's death so tragic. To save Lucy they'd need to scare Mrs. Westenra and she would die, which would affect Lucy horribly and more than likely kill her as well. If Lucy dies Mrs. Westenra will follow suit. So they have to keep both alive, and that can't happen as long as Dracula has his sights set on Lucy. It's dramatic irony because only we know that it's Dracula, that the garlic helps, that the supernatural is real, that Dracula is a thinking thing that intends to kill Lucy. Van Hellsing can't tell Seward what's killing Lucy, and even if Seward believed Hellsing, he would never be able to tell the Westenras because their health is caught in such a fragile balancing act, and they'd never believe either of them anyways. The only thing that could save Lucy is Jonathan, and he comes back to London far too late, half out of his mind and trying desperately to live the life he'd always wanted with his new wife.

It makes the scene where Dracula well and truly fucks up by feeding on Mina that much more powerful, because Dracula doesn't understand nor realize that Jonathan will kill him for doing to Mina what he had done to Jonathan, and the Harker's friends, Lucy's suitors, experienced firsthand the suffering of losing someone they love more than life itself. Lucy had to die for Dracula to be vanquished. Lucy's mother had to make the bad decision so the story could end with Dracula's death.

Without her death, Lucy's Polycule wouldn't have had the push they needed to band together for the Harkers (who get to have what Lucy lost. Lucy and Arthur could have been married happily, so entirely in love, and seeing as Seward and Quincey both almost had that with Lucy had they not been rejected and are Arthur's closest and most trusted friends, all of them suffering in unison because of Lucy's death, Lucy is the piece that ties everyone together. Everyone in Dracula loves Lucy. The polycule knows what it's like to lose the love of their lives, and they see Dracula trying to put Jonathan through that same suffering, they see Dracula hurting Mina who Lucy arguably loved the most out of any one of them, and decide they can't let it happen ever again.)

[lemonlimestar]

i have been very antsy about posting fic anywhere but here is you shine brightly in my sky because it’s my favorite :-) cassie and kon friendship will always be famous

[silly-bone-guys-blog]

Voices of hatred, voices of anger, voices of fear, voices of confliction, they won't shut up. They won't stop. They keep yelling, whispering and yelling, screaming, 

He puts his arms over his head. 

Make it stop make it stop make it stop

Shut up shut up shut upshutupshutupshutu-

It's too loud. It's too much. There's too many. There's so many- make it STOP-

The colors shift and Dust can feel a pressure around his him. He struggles to get away, feeling it get warmer, but the pressure only increases and made it harder to move. Scratching, kicking, screaming, it was no use. He was stuck in what seemed like an endless loop that wouldn't stop. It would never stop. The voices would never go away, never stop mocking him, never stop accusing him, never stop screaming of hurt and betrayal. It would never end. It would never stop.

The voices began to dull slightly. 

When he had at least a millisecond to think, he would find that the warm pressure around him didn't seem to be hurting him. He stopped lashing out and only struggled a bit against the pressure, finding that he was right. He stops trying to push it away. The pressure isn't hurting him. It's… nice… actually. 

The voices dissipated and Dust finds the arms that are wrapped around him. He still can't see or hear, the voices having shifted into a high pitched ringing. But he could at least slightly feel something soft and warm around him. 

Dust feels the painful ringing slowly dissipate as well and blinks, still not seeing much, but the blurry vision of a familiar place helps him relax just a tad bit more. The sensation of something wet stripping down his face brings him a slight taste of relief, and pulls him further into reality. 

He feels the sleeves of the arms around him and the waterfall of tears drop onto his fingers that clutch the wrists of the warm body around him. He would try to hold it back and fail if it weren't for who he thought might be embracing him.

Horror has him tightly tucked into his giant figure like a big shield. Dust felt a thick-ish dampness along Horror's sleeves, then realized that dampness was everywhere along it. Rips accompanied by the blurry, red, wet, scratches on Horror's arms. 

"I h-hurt y-you-" Dust said through his sobs.

Horror tightened the hug just slightly. 

"I-I d-"

Horror hushed him and put a hand over Dust's head. 

Dust clutched his giant hand and shifted in Horror's lap, shrinking into the giant bear sheild. He sobbed into Horror's coat and let him surround Dust. There was no use trying to hold back the cries with Horror around him. He probably wouldn't let go anyway. Stupid stupid stubborn bone head. 

[xnumb-little-bugx]

I have an outstanding ask for an Adam/Fergus fanfic idea that I really love and am determined to write. So I just wanted to say thank you to whoever sent it (I LOVE receiving prompts - and it’s such a confidence boost about my writing ♥️), and to say I haven’t forgotten it and I’m working on it (even if the ‘writing’ is mostly in my head at the moment 😅)

[euphorsdmn]

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[buginateacup]

After two years, five years, ten

I take my hands back to the keyboard.

They haven't gone away. Not entirely. But they have been distracted by other things. Good morning texts and just to confirm emails and past and present reminders.

I take my hands back to the keyboard and I write.

I write and I write and I write and it's like a flood spilling along dried up waterways and creekbeds that feel like home. Faster and faster and filling page after page after page until the banks breach and the words, the water, scours over everything.

I write because I have to. Because I can't not. Because there are a thousand and one ideas in my head I never even realised I was missing in my time away.

I write to say hello.

I write to say I am here. I write because I am lonely and I am chasing joy with both hands outstretched. Trying to catch it.

Hoping when I do the anchor of my feet will disappear and I will be pulled along like a kite hanging out of a car window.

I write because I haven't learned a way to do something a little bit when I am a creature of all at once.

[bugbeee]

Chapter 12 is UP bapey!

[doodlebug-aboo]

“Steve Harrington!” The annoying, grating voice of Tommy H calls across the street. He draws out the vowels like the stupid cliche he is. “Since when did you become the leader of the Freaks,” he points at Eddie as he crosses the street, “and Geeks?” He points at Robin, now meeting him on the other side.

Steve scowls at him the entire time he crosses, but he doesn’t move. He stays standing where he is, facing him as he comes. “You’re gonna want to get out of here, Hagan.”

Tommy squawks out a mocking laugh and Steve wonders how he ever considered him a friend. “Are you fucking threatening me, Harrington? What are you gonna do, huh? Gonna send your little gaggle of children after me?”

Steve takes a deep breath and he feels a hand on his shoulder, probably Robin since it’s on his left, but he shrugs her off. He can handle this.

“No, Tommy, because unlike you, I don’t pass off my problems to other people to handle for me. And that’s what you are, really. You’re a problem. And nobody could find the solution. Now look at you. You’re still acting like you’re in high school. Most people change when they get to college. Unless, of course, they peaked in high school, but what a sad peak it was, for you. Only ever coming in second to someone else.

“Even after I was inevitably dethroned, you still couldn’t take my place, somebody else had to fill it and you followed after him like a puppy the same way you did with me. I also happened to notice Carol isn’t with you. I bet she finally matured and left you for good, didn’t she? You also reek of weed and booze and it’s eleven o’clock in the morning on a Tuesday. You look like you haven’t showered in God knows how long, you look dehydrated, you’re well past your expiration date.

“I’d say out of the two of us, I’m doing a lot better with my Freaks and Geeks as you so kindly put it, than you’re doing with nobody. So you’re gonna want to get going, Hagan.”

Steve smiles through his whole speech and it’s still on his face as he finishes. Tommy says nothing, but the look on his face says it all. He has no other ammo against Steve other than the people he’s with, and he doesn’t want to say anything else about them. He doesn’t think he can win against Steve. That’s very clear. He just turns around and walks back across the street and continues doing whatever he had been before he spotted Steve in the first place. When Steve turns around, Robin and Eddie are both looking at him with wide eyes.

Steve rolls his eyes at the both of them. “You guys didn’t think I was King for no reason, did you?”

Eddie swallows thickly and Robin immediately rolls her eyes and smacks him in the back of the head.

“Gross!”

[jusst-you-race]

‘cause what he does he does so well

landoscar, pre-slash, volleyball au — (1807 words)

~

"Lando, this wasn't the plan."

“This wasn’t your plan, perhaps,” Lando returns, sounding far too smug in the face of a pissed off Max.

“Yes but I am the captain, I think it’s pretty obvious that we should be following my plan.”

“You’re only mad because it worked.”

Lando winks at Oscar when Max throws his arms up in exasperation and walks back across the court. Oscar tries to roll his eyes, but there’s a grin pulling at his lips that he can’t quite stifle so the effect is probably ruined

[liverobinreaction]

I had the thought of damian being fucking incensed that tim is an absolute cat magnet. patrol? at least two stray cats are following him all the time. Alfred the cat tolerates everyone but loves damian. and tim. she's a little traitor. tim is the only one allowed to catsit for catwoman

HE GETS SO FUCKING MAD but thing is cats are proven to prefer people who just. Seem like they don't care. Take my dad; doesn't give a shit and yet he has three cats throwing themselves at him for attention (which he then gives under a reluctant guise)

"I dunno," Tim says smugly, a smirk on his lips. "Maybe they can still smell the diapers on you."

The only reason Damian doesn't murder Tim right then and there is because of the two cats flopped in his lap, both purring loud enough to be heard from a distance. Jason chokes down a laugh.

"I," Damian declares through gritted teeth, "am going to fill your bed with Titus' waste, Drake."

"You'd do that to these poor little kitties? Make their favourite person smell all bad and force them to cuddle?"

It's absolutely uncanny how Tim immediately utilises the patented Grayson puppy eyes, though on his face it looks less sweet and more haunted. Like one of those creepy dolls every second hand shop has and can't get rid of.

One of the cats just curls further into Tim's stomach, one paw reaching up to lovingly rest against his chest. Tim, for lack of a better word, melts. So does Damian.

"Look at her," Tim coos. "Aren't you the sweetest loveliest girl in the world?"

"On that we can agree on, Drake." Damian sniffs, but his hands curl longingly.

"I see you boys are taking a paws," a cheerful voice chimes in, and they look up to the sight of Catwoman lounging besides them. One of the cats instantly shoots up from Tim's lap to go and wind around her legs. The other stays firmly put.

Selina blinks at the sight, before throwing her head back.

"Next time I'm out of town, Little Red," she purrs, "I'm putting you on catsitting duty. Miss Porridge there hasn't even let me that close."

Damian's face turns a furious shade of red, and Jason swallows down his laugh. He knows that his little brother has been doing all sorts of odd-jobs for Selina on the off chance she lets him tag along, so to see her hand it over to Tim must burn.

Tim, like the idiot owl kid he is, just blinks.

"Does this mean I have a cat now?"

Selina grins, and scoops up the other cat.

"Nope. It means Miss Porridge has you as a human."

(reblogs appreciated)

[doofnoof]

Pardon the clunky format but;

This is what I imagine newly-daycare-attendant'd Moon is like when he's attempting to flirt. Like, he's entirely befuddled as to why Y/N isn't swooning into his arms after he's mutilated 5 teddy bears, tied one kid to the jungle-gym, spilled a whole gallon of glitter glue on the floor and sent the children running through it so it looks like they're covered in red glittery blood, and cackled menacingly whenever he's swooped at Y/N from the ceiling, what could he possibly be getting wrong? Maybe next time he should tie them to the jungle-gym instead??? He is scratching his head and crossing out scheme after scheme on his vision-board (hastily scribbled on cork board that looks more like deranged rambling than a put-together plot, and it certainly doesn't help that Sun keeps going over it in Red Crayon to "Correct" Moon's plots, which just makes Moon want to be Even More Despicable and Villainous), and he's beginning to run out of dastardly plans to use to court his Beloved Daycare Assistant.

And Sun is seeing all of this and metaphorically pulling his hair out because No Moonie, That's Not How You Woo Someone, Gosh Forbid You Act Normal And Just Be Nice To The Daycare Assistant. While he firmly believes he's gonna be the one to Woo the Daycare Assistant, Sun is absolutely no better, every time he thinks something Romantic is about to happen he fumbles and falls face first into the ball pit, or trip over his own feet and faceplants into the floor, or he'll get caught looking at how cute Y/N is and break whatever he was holding on accident, one time it was an orange one of the kids needed help peeling and he squeezed it so hard that it exploded all over his face in a delicious, pulpy mess. He was so embarrassed he couldn't even make eye contact while Y/N cleaned his face off with a wet wipe and grabbed an orange from their own lunch-box to replace poor little Jeremy's exploded cutie, not that Y/N would've noticed (they did), because of the whole Completely Blank-White-Eyes-Thing. Nailed It.

The funniest part? Y/N is probably Just As Smitten as Sun and Moon are and Just As Bad At Letting Them Know that the whole Faux-Villain and Clumsy-Hero thing is Working, which doesn't do them any favors, because inevitably it's Y/N cleaning up Moon's Glitter-Glue-Devastations and Sun's Oopsie-Daisy-Cutie-Catastrophies.

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Hey,Mortals...,!I'm Back In Tumblr,But It's Really Fun Creating All Of My Stories Along OC's And Youtubers,(Ugh...,Geez). But,Well,Also,I'll Shall Make More Of My Au,"Tyler & The Devil's Flower",(I'll Will Not Include Ohm,Mini & Lui Anymore In This Story 'Cause There Has Been Some Strange BBS Drama In All Medias...,Just Piggy & Demon Only).

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here’s a fun animal I saw in Borneo: the mammal!

unlike the rest of us, mammals are endothermic and produce their own body heat—but they’re not birds! it is covered in a thick coat of hair (you guessed it, separate evolutionary origin from feathers) and secretes a fatty liquid from special glands to nurture its larvae. mammals can be found almost worldwide and are highly adaptable. this one was making odd squeaking noises, possibly begging for morsels of food.

here’s another mammal I saw. pretty sure it’s a different species but I’m not an expert on identifying them

fun mammal fact: some are curiously soft to the touch! try palpating the next mammal you see, but please be careful. some may bite!