#but by that point I’d have to think about everyone’s surgeries

[sisaloofafump]

Scars

Loosely inspired but the fic So you’ll know where I’ve been by @cacchieressa

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA if I uninvited a friend from a trip he helped paid and planned for, for over a year so so I could bring a new friend?

So I and three other friends have been playing to go on a vacation together for about a year now. We’re going in a few months and will be gone for about two weeks. It’s been a really big deal for all of us, because it’s been the first time in a few years we’ve all been able to hang out with each other. We’ve been friends since elementary school, so I’d consider us very close. Everyone has contributed some money to the trip. Friends A, B, and C have contributed the same amount money (around $1,000 each). I have contributed around $1500 of my own money as well. I have control of the finances because I’ll the most responsible. We’ve all shared planning out the vacation.

I recently made another friend, X. I’ve been friends with him for over half a year. We connected through B, and him and B have been good friends for awhile. X and A don’t know each other as well but get along from what I can tell. He had never met C but I figured they would get along well because they have a similar sense of humor and like similar things. B asked me if I would be okay with X coming along since I controlled the finances, and I said sure as long as he paid his share. B then asked A and C if they would be okay with X coming along.

So, something about X is that he’s trans. He only started taking testosterone a month or two ago, and he hasn’t had any surgeries. A said he was okay with it. C said he didn’t feel comfortable with X coming. When asked why he said it was because this was supposed to be an all guys trip and it’s hard for him to see X as a guy when he still looked female (his exact words). B pointed out that X is a guy, and that him not looking masculine enough for C doesn’t make him not a guy, which made C get defensive and they got into an argument.

Afterwards, B asked me if that if X was coming if C could be uninvited, and that B was uncomfortable being around C now knowing what C thinks about his friend. C said he isn’t that good with trans stuff, and that X should be uninvited because we had been planning this for over a year. C also said it wasn’t fair to suddenly uninvite him only a few months out for a new friend. I am not very good with trans stuff either, but I sided with B. I feel really uncomfortable with the way he’s been talking about X in general. Him calling X female or saying he looked like a girl multiple times during that conversation sealed it for me.

I ultimately decided to uninvite C. I want X to come with us and I don’t want C to make him uncomfortable. I tried to give him his money back that he contributed, but he hasn’t talked to me since that argument. I don’t have any way to give him the money, as he’s been giving it to me in cash for the past year. C has been lashing out at B and A too, complaining about how we’ve all abandoned him and that we were his only friends. My family has said I should uninvite X and reinvite C.

I feel like I may be TA because I uninvited him from a trip he’s also been looking forward to for a year, and effectively cut him off from a 10+ year friendship for someone I’ve only been friends with for a little while.

What are these acronyms?

[janesociety]

daddy issues, pt ii

tony stark x teen!reader

type: angst, hurt/comfort (?)

summary: you aren’t getting better- tony knows it, you know it, and so does everyone else.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: mentions of death and dying. reader is very sick. medical procedures like surgery and an iv.

pt i

marvel masterlist

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You were getting better. That’s what Tony had kept telling you, at least.

You weren’t all that convinced.

You woke up almost a whole day later with Tony’s hand in yours. He was always softer with you than other people, but not like this. He rarely left your side the entire time you were out, and once you woke up, he still seemed to check in on you regularly- sometimes for hours at a time.

Bruce eventually took you off the oxygen, but the IV remained in your arm- much to your dismay. He kept running tests, everything he tried coming up blank, but he wasn’t going to stop until you were better.

“You don’t have to sit in here all day and watch me sleep,” you spoke up one day as you groggily rolled onto your side. Tony set the book he was reading off to the side. “I won’t wither away just because you’re not here.”

“Oh, please, we all know you’d burn the place down if we left you alone long enough,” Tony said, adjusting his position in the plastic chair he was sitting in. “That’s why we had to put your room next to Steve’s- popsicles don’t burn, they melt.” You couldn’t help the laugh that flowed from your lips at the lame joke. Even if it was followed by a small coughing fit. “Take it easy, kiddo,” Tony said, scooting closer to your bed. “Don’t wear yourself out.”

You gave a small head nod in response, suddenly feeling weaker than before. Tony leaned back in his seat, picking his book back up.

“Tony?” you asked. He hummed in response. “Am I dying?”

“No, of course not,” he said, a little too quickly in your opinion.

“I’d want you to be honest with me if I was,” you said, playing with your fingers. The small act was making your hands ache, so you stopped, resting them over your stomach.

Tony reached over, careful to avoid the wires sticking out of you, taking your hand in his.

“You’re not dying, Y/N,” he said firmly.

You still knew he was lying.

Within the next two days, things only seemed to get worse. All the Avengers were now taking shifts by your side- usually with a lot of overlap as each lasted hours at a time. You’d been put back on oxygen when you began complaining of being so tired that it hurt to breathe.

You tried to put on a brave face for the rest of them, even if you could read all their faces and knew that they knew something you didn’t. You never cried or complained. You didn’t question anyone about you dying again, simply accepting it as a fact. Of course it was going to happen one day, but you couldn’t help that you were sad it was so soon.

“Please tell me you have something,” Tony said as he entered the lab adjacent to the med bay.

“I might,” he said, putting some scam results he took up on a board. “I think it’s connected to her powers. You see, she got them from HYDRA, right? Now that’s not easy- it takes advanced biotechnology to be able to give someone powers without killing them. You already know that, I suppose.” Tony resisted the urge to snap at Bruce for taking so long with his explanation. “Well, I think they installed some kind of self destruct along with. Like a biological timer to keep their ‘goods’ from being kept in the wrong hands.” Tony kept harsh eye contact with Bruce. “It’s causing her body to shut down.”

“But you can fix it, right?” Tony said, staring at the black and white images that meant nothing to him.

“We’re running out of time,” Bruce said, clearing his throat. “Once it gets past a certain point, it may… it may just be better to let her go.”

“No, we’re not doing that,” Tony said, barely letting Bruce finish and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Tony-“

“I promised her she wasn’t dying and I will not be made into a liar,” he said, harshly. Bruce looked away from him, the monitor on his desk displaying your vitals in the next room. Tony sighed. “Just tell me what you need. Doctors, staff, medical equipment- I can get you anything you need in the next two hours.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

You were pretty out of it for the next few days. When you were conscious, you were in pain, and when you slept, you were restless and often had nightmares. In the times you were awake, you were aware enough to know there was now a team of medical professionals checking in on you at all times. You felt like a guinea pig with how many people were constantly examining, touching, and prodding at you at all times.

Tony still stayed close, albeit a bit farther back after being snapped at by a doctor one too many times for being in the way.

Even if your eyes hardly opened for more than ten minutes at a time, you were always acutely aware of the number of people around you. Most of the Avengers sat with Tony around your bed and you kept hearing things along the lines of “go to bed, Nat,” and “we’ll come get you if anything changes, Steve,” and “if I fall asleep, wake me up when she does.”

You could hear the hushed whispers of doctors talking to Tony or Bruce over your head. You could hardly focus long enough to catch any of what they were saying, but when you heard a doctor say “Let’s step into the hall,” you knew it wasn’t good.

“Unless we can figure out what’s killing her,” Dr. Klein, an older woman and one of the best immunologists in the Northern Hemisphere, said, “we’re going to just be barely keeping her alive. Her quality of life is rapidly deteriorating and I believe she may be taking a turn for the worse.” Tony watched you through the window, surrounded by machines, doctors, and superheroes. “I thought I should let you know that it may be time to discuss hospice options in the event there’s nothing else we can do.”

Tony didn’t answer her. He just stood, watching you. He shut down any time anyone brought up you dying. He couldn’t help it. Imagining a world without you just seemed so impossible he couldn’t even fathom the reality he was being faced with.

Dr. Klein’s pager beeped and she excused herself, leaving Tony alone.

“Steve?” you said, your mouth dry from how long it’d been since you spoke. The others around the bed, including Steve, collectively stood and walked closer to you. You could tell Wanda, Bucky, and Sam were there and were somewhat surprised that Tony wasn’t.

“I’m here,” Steve said, taking one of your hands and leaning closer to you to hear your weak sounding voice.

“What’s going on?” you asked, not actually wanting to know what was going on, but rather wanting to have a conversation with someone. You hadn’t had much of a chance to speak to any of them and it was starting to get quite boring only being stuck with your thoughts and nightmares.

“You’re in the hospital still,” he said, stroking your hair back.

“Oh,” was all you could muster, mentally kicking yourself for sounding more confused than you were. You had to take a moment, the small sentences winding you. “Can you talk to me?” you croaked, your voice sounding scratchy. “All of you?”

“‘Course, doll,” Bucky answered, grabbing his chair and moving it forward. You mustered up a small smile, but it disappeared the moment it was there. The thought crossed his mind that he preferred it when you were screaming and thrashing, because then at least you could move. He mentally kicked himself for even comparing the two.

“Anything you want to hear about?” Steve asked. You wanted to say yes and list off all the things you wanted to talk about since you got sick, but your throat was already so sore from talking. You shook your head no.

Sam leaned forward in his seat. “Why don’t I tell you about mine and Bucky’s training session the other day?” You couldn’t help but crack a smile, seeing Bucky immediately turn red.

“Hey now-“

“C’mon, Buck,” Sam said, feigning offense, “you’re going to deny the girl this funny story just because she wasn’t there to experience it?” Bucky just shook his head. “Anyway, as I was saying…”

You tried to stay awake. You really did. But you kept nodding off anyway, jumping awake every few minutes to tell him to keep going.

“I can finish the story later, Y/N,” he said after the eighth time you’d fallen asleep.

“No, no,” you said, coughing slightly. “Just keep going. I want to hear your voice.” You took notice of Wanda’s silence, reaching out suddenly for her hand. She took it, squeezing it a few times as she tried to keep tears from her eyes. She’d already lost one sibling. She couldn’t lose another, even if you weren’t blood.

“So Bucky decided it was a good idea to get up again-“

“Excuse me,” a doctor said, rushing up to your bed with what seemed to be a whole medical team and a few other doctors you recognized behind him. “I’m sorry, I need you all to step back.” He was being quite rude with his tone, you thought. Everyone did as they were told, but you kept your feeble grip on Wanda’s hand.

“Ma’am-“

“Please,” you spoke up, staring weakly at him. He glared down at you.

“Alright,” he muttered under his breath. Nurses moved all around you, messing with the machines, your IV, one even shining a light in your eyes. You’d gotten somewhat used to people randomly walking up to you and poking at you or shoving things in your face, but with so many people it quickly became overwhelming. You squeezed Wanda’s hand tighter, beginning to shake a little.

Finally a familiar face appeared over you.

“Y/N,” Bruce said, leaning over your bed. “We’re gonna take you back to surgery, okay? Everything’s gonna be alright.” You began to shake more and Wanda put a hand over yours in a weak attempt to comfort you.

Tears were forming in your eyes, suddenly feeling the most scared you had been since you got sick.

“No,” you cried out weakly. “Please.” Tears streamed sideways down your face, either hitting the oxygen tube around your ears or your hair. Even if you were barely conscious most of the time, you wanted to be aware before you died. You didn’t want to go out on a metal table. The idea of not being able to feel yourself slipping terrified you.

“It’s going to be alright, you’re in good hands,” Bruce said as your bed began moving. Wanda’s hand slipped out of yours and you waved it around frantically trying to find hers again.

“No, please, no,” you whispered, barely processing where you were going. All you could see were the lights overhead as they rolled you down the hall. Everything else took too much effort to focus on. You came to a sudden stop in a dark room. Your cries became louder.

“Y/N, listen to me, sweetheart,” Bruce said, appearing in front of you again, “everything’s going to be alright. You’re going to be okay.” As he was speaking, someone removed your oxygen tube and put an oxygen mask over your face. “You’re alright.”

“You’re okay.”

“Everything’s alright.”

That was the last thing you remember.

Fortunately for you, the Avengers, and, by extension, Earth (because who knows what would’ve happened if they’d really lost you), you woke up a little over a day later.

You still felt sore- all the muscles in your body burning even as you laid flat on a bed. You were still exhausted. Beyond exhausted, even. Your eyelids and limbs are so heavy you could barely move. You could feel the now familiar feeling of an oxygen tube under your nose. It calmed you in some way.

The only real difference you could identify is you didn’t feel like you were being drained. Like the life was no longer being sucked out of you.

When you finally got your eyes opened, it took a minute for everything to come into focus. The overhead lights that had been on almost the entire time you were sick before were now dimmed, which you were thankful for considering being blinded was not the first thing you wanted to experience once you woke up. You turned your head slightly, still unsure of moving your body. The only person next to your bed now was Tony, just like the first time you woke up there.

He was holding your hand again, which you had to look down to realize because you were still trying to regain meaningful feeling in most of your body. He was asleep, slumped forward with his head resting on his arm against your bed. Slowly, you moved each of your fingers, eventually resulting in you squeezing his hand. It took him a minute to wake up- using his free hand to rub his eyes and check the time before he finally looked up and saw you staring back at him.

“Hey,” he said, leaning forward so he was closer to your head. He held your hand now in both of his so that it was next to his face. “How are you feeling?” You cleared your throat, not feeling the ache in your lungs you’d grown accustomed to over the long week.

“Amazing,” you said, cracking a smile. Your voice was weak and hoarse, but all Tony could focus on was the fact that your eyes were actually focusing on him- not in the distance, not nodding off, at him. He laughed at the absurdity of your response, and so did you, but you stopped once you realized his had turned to sobs. You didn’t know what to do at first. For one, Tony Stark was crying in front of you. Not only that, he was crying about you. And secondly, you were still feeling a bit drowsy from anesthesia and processing everything was taking just a bit longer.

“Tony,” you said, haphazardly moving your other hand to sit on top of his that were still around your other hand. “Please don’t cry.” He smiled, tears still running down his face as he rested his forehead on the stack of hands you’d both created.

“We thought we’d lost you,” he said, his shoulders still shaking as he squeezed your hand tighter. He looked up at you, his face red. You grinned at him.

“You didn’t really think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?”

[rabbitsrams]

I see a lot of girl!dad and boy!dad schlatt HCs out and I absolutely love them to bits and pieces!

But what about queer-kid!dad schlatt HCs? Like I see some brief of mentions of the kids being gay and schlatt being supportive of that but not really much else.

Like what if his son is into girly things like barbie, makeup, dresses, and is a little bit more sensitive than your average manly man. He’d ofc be sad that his son isn’t interested in baseball or most/any of his machine stuff, but ultimately he just wants his son to be happy and if that means being somewhat of a girl!dad to his son then so be it!

And he’d do the same thing with his tomboy daughter, but he’d be pretty excited if his daughter’s into baseball and/or his machine stuff.

And if his comes out as queer, I feel he will be incredibly supportive… like to that point of it being embarrassing.

His kid brings home his same-sex or gender nonconforming partner? Be sure that he WILL bring out the gun and do vague threats towards the ‘lucky’ kid. Especially if they’re a guy or a masc leaning kid.

Heartbreak? He will be there for every one, wiping away every tear that pours down his baby’s face. Even if his son’s traditionally masc, he’d still do it because he’s doesn’t want his son to bottle up his feelings like he did when he was younger.

If his kids is somewhere in the aroace kingdom? He’d be supportive of that too, I’d feel that if his kid’s on the more extreme end of the aroace spectrum… he’d be more relieved then anything because that’s one less thing that he’d have to worry about.

Kid’s now somewhere under the trans umbrella? You bet you’re bottom butts that he’s gonna get ANYTHING that his precious angel needs! Wardrobe changes? They’re stocking up on all of the kid’s preferred clothing like it’s the fucking apocalypse! Pronouns changes? Will contently correct oneself until he gets it right! Puberty blockers? Gotcha covered! Hrts? Already on it’s way! Top surgeries? Bottom surgeries? Any other gender-affirming surgeries? It’s scheduled as soon as they turned the legal to do so and as soon as the kid shows interest in surgeries! Not interested in any surgeries or hormones? Still will love his baby no matter what they do.

And if there’s bigotry or bigots out there? He will fight everyone of bigots tooth and nail if it means his kid will be happy (even if it means getting the gun out).

And god forbid his kid, HIS FLESH AND BLOOD!!! Is ever HATE-CRIMED!!! He will rain the fury of a thousand suns upon those idiots who decide to hate-crime HIS BABY!!! If he knew the identities of those unfortunate people… let’s just say he wouldn’t be so civil with those ‘people’…. and they’d probably end up dead in a ditch somewhere.

ya…

Anyways! I said my piece here, so feel free to add anything but I think I’ve went over the most important things. -🍓🫐anon

hey there! wow, this is amazing. so nuanced and i so agree! he'd love his kid no matter what. i loved reading this it was super sweet and captures schlatt's essence so very well. well done nonie <3

i'm not queer (i'm a cishet ally) so i'm not really sure if it's my place to continue on this or speak on queer kids' experiences, but i def want to boost queer voices regarding this topic (or anything related to it too ofc). if any LGBTQ+ writers want to continue this, hit my line! tag me in anything or send me an ask and i can read & boost it <3

but i do wanna add a bit to the girly things son and tomboyish daughter part bc that was my brother and i's experience: we kinda had a mix of everything lmao, i was a bit of a tomboy and he was more sensitive and not rly a "manly man" (gender roles who)

his daughter being super into old video games from his childhood and loving the consoles. schlatt being OVERJOYED and playing with her. she gets better at the game than he does lmfao (i'm just imagining mario kart wii idk why)

if she's more crafty with fixing up cars/machines/etc he'd love to help her out. buys her parts she needs and when she's done he's showing it off to everyone

and like i said before, schlatt 100% would go to all of his daughter's games if she was on a sports team ofc

and if his son wanted to get dolls or other girly toys he'd get it for him in an instant and even play with him!!! (my brother would always play dolls w/ me hehe)

also you teaching him how to do makeup (if u know how ofc) if he wants to learn <33

you and your son doing makeup on schlatt and him looking AMAZING. he's SO proud that his son made him look so good :D

lowkey though gender roles don't exist in this household, as long as the kid is happy then schlatt's happy <3

[talesfrommedinastation]

My Neighbor Doug on different locations in 'The Bad Batch'

So I did as was requested by my poll, and asked Doug what he called (and thought of) the various different places in which 'The Bad Batch' took place.

Need refreshers? Doug's interpretations of The Bad Batch: Main Characters

Doug's interpretations of The Bad Batch: Side Characters

Here we go:

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Tipoca City: The Mall on the Ocean. You know it either smells really nice, clean and like fresh perfume, or it smells like ass and balls. It’s duty free, of course. Daddy Warcrimes totally plows the liquor section when Ryan-from-Accounting won’t stop annoying him and Daddy Rambo sprays on the sample Sauvage cologne to get the ladies. 

("I thought he was married?"

"He need the reassurance. Y'all know guys like him.")

Onderon: Damn-It-Jared’s Trailer Park. It’s where he and his goofy-assed hippie friends fire weapons and drop acid and scare the wildlife. It’s like Oregon, but stupid. Just like Damn-It-Jared. And Daddy Warcrimes comes down and murders civilians, because the man craves police brutality the way I crave a drink after watching the Saints lose. 

Saleucami: Tremor-Land. Look at this place and tell me you ain’t expecting giant worms and Kevin Bacon to pop out of nowhere. Also, Not-Wolverine’s wife gives me Reba McEntire vibes, trust me. They seem like a fun couple, I’d love to drink beer and shoot guns with them on a Sunday. 

(Cut and Suu = Not Wolverine and Not Wolverine's wife)

Pantora: Not-Quite-Austin. Its where young hot people go to get drunk, get into street fights and then leave. You know, where That Chick That’s in Everything gets into a motorcycle race with Daddy Rambo and then they look for the Gun Safety Muppet and Little Orphan Blondie is lost and I guess they sell Toaster Strudel at one point to the three eyed goat for cash?*

Meat Muffin, what in the hell did I just write? 

Corellia: Where-Anakin-Lost-His-Legs and Jorge’s Unemployed Sisters are collecting scrap metal for cash.

(“This is not where Anakin lost his legs!” 

“How do you know?”

“ I watched Episode III?! Did you?”

“Eh, they’ll update it, just watch.”)

(FYI, I wish Trace Martez and Tech had more scenes together. They would have been a cute nerdy couple)

Bracca: Planet Dump. Seriously, there’s a planet devoted to garbage. Is it New Jersey? It’s just creepy people floating around trash? Man, it’s like Thor Ragnorok, but sad. Think Valkyrie would show up at some point? Julio had a headache here and strangled someone, I get it, migraines ain’t fun. 

Ord Mantell: Great Value Cyberpunk. Do humans even live here? Well, Houma BBQ bitch and her ugly clutch of mutant boyfriends do. Her bar totally looks like someone practices eye surgery in the back like in Minority Report. 

Raxus: Space Country Club. Oh, this place nice and clean. I mean, dang, it looks like a gated community where everyone plays golf and is mean to their neighbors. I bet they have an amazing Christmas lights display but don’t allow ‘riff-raff’ to come in and bully anyone who doesn’t join their HOA. My sister’s in one outside of Miami, and it turned her into a bitch, trust me. 

Daro: Not-Quite-Fort-Bliss. I don’t get this place. It’s where Manny’s hanging out with other army guys but they don’t like him, even though he’s a good soldier? What the hell, the Empire is run by mid-level corporate dumbasses who think their online MBA makes them a god. 

::proceeds to go on a rant about MBA Rob, his nephew, and the clowns like them::

Safa Toma: Tank Girl’s Home. It’s like Tatooine but fun and crazy. It’s where the Rhino that Sells Used Buicks and his pet iguana live and force people to race in used car parts.**. 

Pabu: Space Daytona. It’s nice, it’s pretty, but I kept thinking the Empire was going to nuke it at some point. Hey, Church Lady says it’s her home away from home…where’s her other home? New Orleans? Shit, that’s a thought.

Eriadu: Space New Hampshire. It’s foggy, got mountains, and filled with angry old white people who can’t seem to retire. You know Tarkin totally screams at waiters and lives to make the poor check out girls at Publix cry. Just like his bitchy daughter, Stepsister Beth. 

(Doug now headcanons that Tarkin is Emerie’s dad…which makes zero sense, but whatever.)

Ryloth: Space Arizona. Everything seems rich and nice and the women are vaguely hot, cool canyons and mountains and whatnot. But then dig a little bit and everyone’s rat-in-a-shithouse insane and there’s guns everywhere. I like Hera and her daddy, he’s cool. Like him riding his space motorcycle and flinging that spear at folks, more of him please. 

Weyland: Spooky Lab Land. It’s where Stepsister Beth and Ryan-from-Accounting have family reunions with her asshole dad, his bitch wife Laura, and the gang. They’re into science and not making eye contact with anyone because there’s shit in the lava lamps that might be humans. 

Serrano: Space Coeur d’Alene. It’s got pine trees and mountains, real pretty, but it’s easy to fling trash and bodies everywhere and every other person is Doomsday prepping. You ever been to Idaho? Real pretty, but real off, ya know? 

*= I was struggling to breath after this. What in 'The Witch' was he thinking?!

**= Millegi and his racer. I had to stop texting Doug for a bit at this point, I was cry-laughing so hard I couldn’t see. 

[winchester-girl67]

Don’t Say A Word (Part 17)

Summary: Dean wakes up in the hospital to find the reader holding his hand.

Masterlist

Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean x reader

Square: Holding hands @spnfluffbingo​

Word Count: 2,025

Warnings: language, a little angst, injured!Dean, hospital visit, mentions of stabbing, cuddling, kissing, implied smut, fluff

A/N: These two were a lot of fun to write and they've certainly come a long way from the bickering in the first part. I'm gonna miss them. Written for @spnfluffbingo​.

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Dean was basically out for the count for the first day and a half after his surgery and blood transfusion. He woke up a couple of times, but you didn’t think he would remember any of it.

It came to the point that Sam had to force you to go home and take a shower, get a change of clothes, sleep and eat before he allowed you to see Dean again. Which was only possible since you had helped bring down Dick Roman’s empire of crime and kidnapping. The FBI had found more than enough evidence at his house and the warehouse to put everyone involved away for a very long time, including Ketch.

The last time you traded shifts with Sam was a few hours ago and he said that Dean was lucid and was asking for you. He’d been moved out of the ICU a while ago now and doctors were optimistic that he could go home soon if he was feeling up to it. So needless to say, you were pretty excited when you bounced into the recovery room, but he was resting again and Sam held a finger up to his lips when he saw you. You tiptoed over to Sam who gave you a tight hug before giving you his warm chair and heading out to get some food and rest himself.

You were both eager and nervous for Dean to wake up, you didn’t know what to expect. Most of all, you wanted to see those green eyes full of light again. You wanted to kiss him, badly; you’d opened the floodgates and that’s all you could think of now. You grabbed Dean’s hand and slid your fingers between his, like you usually did when you sat with him. You really just wanted to be close to him, make sure that he was still there with you and this way he could feel you here with him even when he was asleep.

“Hey,” Dean breathed when he woke up a half hour later, his eyes opening just enough for you to see the green hue of them shining in the light. You realized you were still holding his hand and it was hot so your palm was slick with sweat. You moved to pull away, but he stopped you, "Don't let go." His voice was gravelly as he squeezed your fingers and you slid your hand back in his. "You know, sweetheart, there was so much I never got to tell you when I thought… you know… and now I finally get to say everything I wanted to, to you. But all I got is that I kinda like you, a lot... like a lot, a lot."

"I guess, you're not so bad either." You teased, playing with his large fingers and feeling his callouses against your softer skin.

“Uh-huh, that’s why you’ve been crying so much?”

“Have not,” you wiped your cheeks with your free hand, clearing away the couple of joyous tears that had escaped.

You were painfully aware of how red rimmed your eyes were, even nearly a full day later. It had been a rough twelve hours with Dean in the ICU and you weren’t about to apologize for caring, though you doubted that was what he was getting at. Probably just gloating about the fact that he got the girl. You were just happy that the swelling in your eyelids had gone down, you didn’t want Dean seeing you that upset. Although, Sam probably told him already which would make sense as to why he was teasing you about it now.

"Right... Never thought you’d get this attached, did you?" He smirked, pulling your hand up to his lips to softly kiss the back of it. “It might surprise you, but the average day at my job used to be kinda boring actually. Nothing really ever happened other than following around stuck up actresses all day. The odd crazed fan maybe… Then you came into my life and you are a magnet for trouble, sweetheart, but I’d kinda like to keep you. If that’s alright with you."

“Are you sure you can handle that level of excitement in your everyday life?” You teased and winked as seductively as you could.

“Mhm,” Dean hummed, shuffling over to make room for you on the hospital bed. He patted the open spot beside him.

“It’s my turn to keep you safe this time though."

“Is that so?” He grinned, gently tugging you towards the bed by your hand.

“You can count on it.”

You had opted for comfort over your usual jeans, since you knew you'd be sitting at the hospital for at least a few hours, but your maxi skirt wasn't entirely practical and you had to hike it up to your knees so you could crawl into the space next to him. You pecked his cheek and threw your arm protectively over him, careful not to touch the bandage on his stomach. Dean pulled you to mold into his uninjured side and you laid your head on his chest, hearing the staccato thump of his heart.

Instantly, the weight of the world lifted off your shoulders and you reached for his hand again. You held it close to your chest and felt the creases of his palm with your fingertips.

"How are you feeling?" You asked, tracing patterns over his skin.

"Like I got gutted by a pocket knife." He quipped, trying to make light of everything but you weren't finding the humour in it.

You felt incredibly guilty, remembering back to when Dick cut your hands free with his pocket knife. That must've been what he was fishing out of his pocket when Dean pinned him in the ensuite and reached for his gun. When you distracted him.

“I'm sorry." You nuzzled into him and kissed his scruffy neck. He hadn't shaved in a few days so the short hairs had gotten longer and Dean hummed at the feel of your lips. "You almost died for me,” you breathed, his stubble prickling your lips but you didn't care. You liked it even.

“I would have.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Would you rather I lie to you, Y/N?”

"No, I'd rather you give a shit about yourself." You remarked sadly and squeezed his hand. "Because I do."

You were starting to see this whole other side of Dean, a softer, more open side and you were quickly realizing he had some self-confidence issues. The guy who'd barely flinched at your insults over the past week was actually susceptible to them. Even if he was incredibly good at hiding it when he wanted to.

"Oh, you do, do you?" He smirked, cocking his brow. "I'll work on it," he conceded when you just stared up at him.

"You better because I'm gonna be watching you." You squinted at him, trying to look intimidating, but the grin on your lips gave you away.

"I mean it, sweetheart, but I'd say things turned out for the best." He smiled back at you and kissed your forehead.

You sighed contently, a fuzzy teddy bear on the table next to Dean catching your eye, "That's cute. Who gave you the teddy?"

"Ugh, that's Sam's idea of a joke. He's such a nerd, said it reminded him of me and he pinned a bandage on its stomach." Dean grumbled, grabbing the small bear for you to see.

The bear's face was noticeably grumpy and you had to admit it did resemble Dean. You half smirked and toyed with the bear's paw that read 'Get well soon!' in blue stitching.

"I think it's sweet of him," you commented naively, Dean squeezing his arm around you as he hummed.

You spent the rest of the day in bed with Dean. After forcing him to walk to the cafeteria to get some decent food and playing a card game with Sam when he stopped by to drop off some of Dean's clothes; a pair of dark sweats and a tee. Sam still looked beat, however, and you opted to stay with Dean, letting Sam get a full night's rest for once. He didn't argue when you said you'd take a double shift and you swore you saw a look exchange between the boys, but you couldn't be sure. You weren't in a rush to leave anyways and Dean seemed to like the idea of you spending the night, especially since it meant squeezing you into his bed.

The nurses didn't seem all that surprised when they came in to check on him later that night and you were curled up against his good side, sound asleep. Dean, on the other hand, was wide awake, having spent more than enough time recuperating in that hospital bed and he was ready to go home in the morning. For the time being though, he was content watching you sleep; eventually getting a couple more hours of shut eye himself in the wee hours of the early morning.

By mid-afternoon the next day, Dean was pacing the hospital room, awaiting his release forms. He had too much energy pent up and he wanted out, now. You tried to distract him with a piece of apple pie from the bakery down the block, but that only lasted so long.

"Alrighty, you ready to get out of here, Mr. Winchester?" The nurse smiled, walking in with his release forms.

"I thought you'd never ask," he said, quickly going over everything with her; including aftercare for his stitches and telling him to take it easy with heavy lifting and stuff like that.

You knew Dean wasn't really listening. His mind was elsewhere and he glanced back at you with those bright green eyes you were beginning to fall in love with.

"Is your girlfriend driving you home?" The nurse asked, side-eyeing you.

"Yeah, she is." Dean answered, linking his hand with yours.

You thought you saw a slight blush in his cheeks that probably matched your own and you shied away from his gaze. Never in a million years did you think this man would call you his girlfriend. Arch-nemesis, maybe, but not his girlfriend. And you actually liked the sound of it.

Dean grumbled all the way out of the hospital. Apparently it was their policy that patients be wheeled out in a wheelchair and he didn't take lightly to that. Especially since once you were at the entrance he had to wait there with the orderly until you brought the car around. And his jaw nearly hit the ground when you did.

"Who said you could drive my Baby?" Dean asked, when you hopped out to open his door. He really did call his car ‘Baby’, Sam warned you.

"Sam had her dropped off at my place since I don't have a car and I wanted to see you. It's quite the trek out here without one." You said, giving him a sweet, innocent smile and jiggling the keys in your hand.

"Gimme the keys, Y/N, I'm driving." He ordered, holding out his hand and staring at you.

"Nu-huh, the nurse said ‘no heavy lifting’."

"It's not the same thing, Y/N."

"Too bad, tough guy." You smirked. "We can stand here all day, or you can let me drive and we can celebrate you not being dead."

"How does one celebrate that?" He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you shrugged allusively.

"Get in and find out," you put on your best come-hither voice but you were sure your face was beat red by the heat you felt in your cheeks.

"Fine, but only because you're cute." Dean pointed, giving you a kiss on the lips and letting you help him into the passenger side of the Impala.

You shut the door and ran around to the driver’s side. He looked over at you with a smile gracing his lips as you pulled out onto the road. Little did he know, you weren't taking him home... not yet. It was your turn to kidnap him, but you were sure he'd enjoy the ride. You glanced over at him and winked.

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A/N: Read part 18 here

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OFMD Season Timeline

(Obvi season 2 spoilers)

TL; DR: there’s like a month in between episode 5 and 6.

This ended up being a little longer than I planned but there’s pics you can stare at longingly, so that helps, right?

I’ve seen a lot of people assuming that each episode of the show is like the next day and so Stede and Ed having sex would have happened like a day after they agreed to go slow.

But I think it had to have been at least a a couple of weeks and here’s why:

Remember how Ed had to wear the bag (and collar) of shame until people felt comfortable around him?

In episode 6 Ed is back in his regular clothes and everyone seems much more comfortable around him. When Jim and Frenchie approach him and Stede about the party, they even greet them as “captains” (plural), which I sincerely doubt they would have done if they still hated him.

Additionally when Ed and Stede walk into the party, everyone greets them both with drinks and happiness. The animosity, jumpiness, and fear seem to have been resolved or put aside.

This wouldn’t have happened in a short period after everything the crew went through. I know Olu, Jim and Archie were more chill about his return later in episode 5, but it wasn’t the friendliness and camaraderie we see here.

I take episode 6 to have happened at least 1-2 weeks, if not longer after 5. Personally I don’t think I’d get over someone trying to kill me that quickly, but hey, I’m not a pirate.

Additionally, let’s talk about our favorite unicorn for a second:

This is Izzy’s scar in episodes 5 and then 7 (taking place the day after 6)

Waaaaaaay too healed for just a day or even 2. I’ve had numerous surgeries. My scars from surgery 3 weeks ago haven’t even shown that level of improvement. I get Unicorns are magical, but he isn’t Buttons.

Additionally, the way Izzy is so relaxed around Ed… no way has it only been a day. He just got his leg amputated, what like a week before 5? He shouldn’t even be walking on his unicorn leg at that point (but we will ignore that because he and the leg are beautiful). The scene with Izzy and Ed is calm and bitchy in the way you are with siblings and old friends when you get over a small fight. I feel like it might take a little longer to forgive or even be in the presence of the person who tortured you and your crew and took your leg (among other things).

He also tells Stede that he sees how good he and Ed are for each other. That it took a long time to realize it but he does. When did he realize this? In the middle of a storm they thought would kill them? While he was passed out during an amputation? During his bender in episode 4?

That’s all me projecting, I know. Let’s be honest that’s what meta posts like these are a lot of the time (but god I love them).

The only episodes that seem to be exactly a day apart are 3, 4, and 5. And obviously 6 and 7.

So TL; DR: there’s like a month in between episode 5 and 6.

Any additional timeline things you have for season 1 or 2 are great!

Edit: someone pointed out Pete and Lucius’ 24 hour sex spree after getting engaged and this shoots my theory, but maybe they’ve done multiple sprees?

Idk the relationships between all of them are so much more comfortable now and too quickly if it really has been only a day. It kind of feels like we’re missing an episode in between 5 & 6 that would have transitioned everything more smoothly. I still blame this entirely on HBO cutting 2 episodes and not on the writers who were trying to work with what they had.

[alicepao13]

It's been 84 years but anyway. S06E12. I liked it and I also thought it was good. Gets bonus points because it will certainly upset folks over at UPtv. And let’s not forget the one flashback scene with younger Sarah and Joe (although while I add points for that one, I immediately have to remove them again because they make the timeline so much harder. Let's just assume for the sake of everyone that Charlie and Rex were also on Major Crimes but had been busy with like, a double homicide).

Oh my god, can that detective be more instantly unlikeable? What do you mean, stating the obvious? Her job is literally to state facts!

Then I had to decide, was he just a condescending prick, was he a sexist prick or a racist prick?

Obviously I wasn’t rooting for a quick resolution on the hostage situation but the promo had made it clear that there would be one so I wasn’t holding my breath.

“I heard you on the podcast”. Once again, we’re famous, people. I can’t imagine that this will hinder any undercover ops.

Rex was making all his empathetic doggo noises again. He has already exonerated Gabriel.

“I don’t think he would have hurt me”. Yeah, Sarah, but maybe cops would have killed him regardless if it came to that. As much as I like Sarah’s empathy, Gabriel’s intention in that moment didn’t matter. And when Charlie says, “I didn’t know that”, that’s what he meant. He would have certainly shot Gabriel for putting a knife to Sarah’s throat. You know, if he was allowed to kill anyone in that show. I’m still waiting for the moment that he will be forced to kill an actual bad guy lol

Oh, hey, it’s a scene at home. Hi, home. Missed you.

I saw a comment about how Sarah needs to learn how to hold a wine glass properly. I’m like… would a forensics expert really need to know that? Really? This is shit you usually learn if you have to attend too many formal events. I personally found out only because it was an odd thing I’d noticed on Castle. And does Sarah really need to uphold such etiquette rules when she’s at home with Charlie? I’m always the one pointing that shit out, by the way. But mostly in the right situation. Someone from an upper class family would probably know that. Anyone else, not so much. So, it would make sense if no one from the Hudson and Rex characters knew that.

“He’s never been my favorite detective to work with”. Oh, who’s your favorite detective? Does his name start with Charlie and end with Hudson?

I think that as Sarah started working more with Charlie and Rex and they started getting in all those ridiculously dangerous situations, that probably also made her more self-assured. What better way to believe in yourself and not care about ruffling some feathers than managing to get out of multiple potentially lethal situations?

“You do know that dogs can see color, right?” Charlie Hudson is never beating the himbo allegations. Dogs can see colors in their own way. Putting in front of him differently colored cups, he obviously won’t see them as the vibrant colors that they have (these must be cups that Sarah bought, by the way), but dogs see them in their own way, mostly in shades of blue, yellow, brown and grey apparently (researched).

That asshole detective definitely mentioned Charlie and Sarah dating to throw Charlie off.

“Charlie, Porter is not going to like you for this”. Why would we care what another detective thinks? Also, we’re the A-Team! We don’t care what anyone thinks.

Whoa there, did you lose a button, Charlie? Or several? XD

Seriously, it’s unethical to treat your significant other’s tooth as a dentist? This sounds wild to me. It’s not open heart surgery. And what good is having a doctor to the family if you can't use them?

How much powder does it take to dust a magazine? That’s A LOT.

“I heard the dog found the murder weapon”. Come on, say that in front of Rex.

“It’s about professional respect and I thought I had yours” “Nothing’s changed on that front”. lol Joe.

Honduras is actually in Central America. Who wrote that script? If you want to slam a racist, make sure you actually know where the country is located. It couldn’t be more in the middle of Central America. And it’s annoying that this went through quite a few people and no one caught the mistake.

This is an incredible display of unprofessionalism from the immigrations lady. I mean, mentioning that she had tickets for a show so the SJPD should rush the case? I understand it was done for comedic purposes but wow.

The resolution of the case and the motive behind the murder were wild. And yet, while it was clearly the mother’s fault, I couldn’t help but think that the dead woman was incredibly nosy. Obviously the punishment for that shouldn’t be death, but still. She was up in everyone’s business.

“What’s the golden boy told you this time?” You’re jealous as fuck, dude. On top of being incompetent.

They didn’t tell us why Porter was transferred out of Major Crimes, right?

Hopefully Gabriel will sue the police.

I have noticed overly good critics about this episode and while as I said I liked it… I’m not of that crowd. What I mean is that I firmly believe that we’ve been consistently getting good episodes lately, and this was also good, in tone with the others. It was also a bottle episode, there was literally one outside location they went to. It was a pleasant surprise that they had a trans actor play a trans character because I’ve seen trans characters being portrayed too often by cis actors, and to have this show get it right… let’s just say that there’s no excuse for American shows after that. Hudson and Rex must have 1/10 of the budget and 1/100 of the actor pool of a regular American crime show.

Promo: I’m curious to see how the next episode will work. Especially since the promo barely gave away anything important. Also, did they go to another city to pretend that they were in Toronto? Because I think I remember that they'd film in another city. If so, that’s hilarious as Toronto has been masqueraded as various US cities. Karma :P

[hatosaur]

FINALE THOUGHTS.........AAAUAUGHKGHSLFJSLJFSLJFSLFJSLFJ

i’m fuckin floored.

i’ve been feeling this way since the first episode, but it really and truly feels like i finally got to experience the last of us the way people did in 2013. i was so late to the series. i’d watched the cutscene movie before, but i only really played the first game AFTER i played the second.

i acknowledge the things they got wrong about story, the pacing issues, the misunderstanding of ellie’s character in ep 8, but this show is so, so special to me. to see these characters in a whole new light, re-examined for the new medium, was everything i could’ve ever wanted from anything in the franchise.

when i got hyperfixated to tlou in 2020, i didn’t really know exactly why. i thought, “maybe it’s because i’m a pandemic and so are they, ellie’s a lesbian who has a complex relationship with her father, and so am i.” but now i know that it’s because it’s a dark game about a dark world where dark things happen BUT it’s not about the “darkness of humanity” like everyone says; it’s about love. that’s all it’s ever been about. that’s the beauty of the series.

(sure hope i’m not sounding like craig when i talk about it like that lol)

i don’t really know why i doubted whether or not they could pull off the last stretch in 44 min, but they did; in fact, they knocked it outta the fuckin park. obviously, it felt much longer in the game because of gameplay segments. the episode itself felt like it ran for just as long as it needed to.

we got the good ellie and joel bonding bits! these really showcased what we can’t really see in the game. what’s artful about the game is that during the parts where ellie is spacing out because of what happened in colorado, the story relies on us observing how different she is from before and feeling that sadness that what had happened changed her, with joel and in his stead; in the show, however, it’s all joel. we get to see his sadness over seeing how different she is and that’s the strength of the show. the fact that joel’s emotions and feelings are emphasized and used as the narrative driving force for what he does in the final act. i think i’ll be defending these changes in character for the rest of my fuckin life.

side tangent: i love the subtle differences between game-ellie and show-ellie. i talked a LOT about the differences between the joel’s, but never really the ellie’s. in the scene where joel and ellie look at the giraffes, game-ellie is so optimistic about her “purpose” to the point of brushing off the potential consequences joel brings up. show-ellie is quietly hopeful, more reserved. both reacts fit their versions; game-ellie focused a lot on the bright side, whereas show-ellie’s trauma is entirely different because of the different and admittedly minor circumstances presented by the show. with that, we’re able to see how different the outcomes where and i think it’s fascinating.

it’s strange to think about, since ellie’s whole thing is being a brash kid, but overall, game-ellie was more apologetic, squeamish in a flighty kinda way, and anxious. show-ellie is meaner, more ferocious, more foolhardy; it’s like they jacked her characteristics up a few points. i like this new vision of her a whollllle lot. there’s really no beating her being played by an actual kid too. major plus.

back to the episode. the star of the show was obviously the big scene in the hospital. i LOVE this scene. you’re not in joel’s shoes this time. you have to watch him kill every. single. person. that he encounters in the hospital. it’s different to play the video game and do this yourself because you’re meant to be joel; now you have to watch what you probably did (if you played the game), free of control of the situation, and witness the weight of this decision. it’s shot to gruesome and horrifying that this one guy is killing an entire building of people.

and it’s only further shown how monstrous the act is when joel enters the surgery room and speaks in monotone, like he’s a machine on autopilot.

from there, the episode plays out pretty much the same way it does in the game (EXCEPT for joel’s lie. which i found interesting. like what is this change going to do later on?) and it ends just as beautiful. no extra scenes. just the cut to the credits. what a show.

this post is already long but i find it funny how in the bts, bella’s like, “ellie knows he’s lying,” probably because that was what neil intended from the getgo and he informed them of this, but it’s so crazy because people spent years debating what it meant (which, again, i missed out on and will never know the complexity of because i played part first 😋✌). def one of the those moments where i envy the people going in blind because i’d lose my mind.

ANYWAY. really great show. i loved it soooo much. i give it a 9. generous i know but it’s tlou, cmon. cannot waitttttt for season 2 and for people to shit themselves all over again in anger.

[admirableadmiranda]

Hii, there is some thing I wanted to ask your opinion about

About that time Jiang Cheng sacrificed himself to save Wei Wuxian from Wen cultivators, I say it in the most non-bashing way possible but do you think there's a chance his sacrifice was pointless?

What happens is: JC distracted the Wens from unsuspecting WWX, causing them to chase and then capture him, which results in him getting whipped and more importantly him losing his golden core. When WWX can't find him where he left him he makes haste and finds him the same day, runs and gets help from Wen Ning. I hope I got all that correct.

Now, is it possible that if JC never saw anything and WWX was captured instead... he would scare Wen Chao again and be thrown in the Burial Mounds? Because sadly WWX does get captured by the Wens in the end anyway and it was after the core removal, which was a surgery he experienced awake for 2 days, and he was basically helpless and unable to protect himself and yet he tricked them into leaving him alive. Obviously, experiencing hell on earth for 3 months isn't the nicest but still, he survived.

So, if he got captured with a golden core could something similar happen? Even being thrown into BM would be better with a golden core and he could have escaped earlier.

At the same time, while he had his GC he could fight back and make things worse for himself but I don't know if after everything we've seen of him I believe in that. It's established he's a genius, a quick thinker and will manipulate his opponents if he has to so I believe he would survive.

Could it be possible or are there flaws in my reasoning? I'm very interested in your opinion, I think it's fun speculating about what ifs and such but if it's something you have no interest in don't worry about replying too! No pressure!

Hi! It was interesting to read your thoughts, I think I understand what you’re asking, but I think there’s a different way to phrase it, which is that if Jiang Cheng isn’t captured by the Wen, none of the novel shakes up the same way because none of the tangles of the plot can shake out the same way and I’d say you’d actually get a much worse ending for everyone involved.

Because Jiang Cheng gets captured, Wei Wuxian runs back to find him and runs into Wen Ning. What with the two of them attempting to avoid Wen detection, the odds of Wen Ning being able to find them, let alone talk to them long enough to re-earn Wei Wuxian’s trust drop to almost nothing. They are too wounded, reasonably distrustful and in some sort of shape to actually stop and listen at the time and it was only because Wei Wuxian truly had no more options that he slowed down even then.

If Jiang Cheng doesn’t get captured, then they don’t go to Yiling with Wen Ning, the odds there are either that they go to Meishan to find Jiang Yanli or one of the other great clans for some sort of aid since it’s just the two of them. Wen Chao therefore can’t run into Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian isn’t in worse enough shape to be captured and he never gets thrown in the burial mounds.

And in all honesty… they probably lose the war. Jiang Cheng wouldn’t degrade as far because he didn’t hit the full breaking point of having his core crushed in the end and that sort of debt with Wei Wuxian in his head never comes to exist and their relationship would be a little better, but the odds without Wei Wuxian’s guidao are very bad, what with the Lan having been attacked and not in as good shape and the Jiang having been all but wiped out, leaving only the Jin at full fighting strength since the Nie have been skirmishing them for a while. And given how Wei Wuxian was being the front line of the Jiang border for a while, without the power of him being a whole army by himself, at best it ends in a war where everyone’s pretty much lost in the end and none of the clans are in a state to do anything, or the Wen under Wen Ruohan win and everyone we’ve grown to love gets executed for fighting against them.

So in the end, as awful as it sounds, Jiang Cheng’s actions do lead to the war being won because without Wei Wuxian’s guidao, they weren’t going to win, but they do doom Wei Wuxian in the process. Which really just goes to show how well MXTX thought out the whole process that as harmful as JC’s sacrifice is, it is very, very hard to change things in such a way as to where it does not happen and they still win the war.

As for your question, I think in the unlikely odds that he does still end up in the burial mounds, it’s possible that Wei Wuxian could invent his guidao to get out and have the golden core to supplement, but the problem there is that having a golden core doesn’t change Wei Wuxian’s fate in the novel. People are scared of him for having the power that he has, even if Jiang Cheng doesn’t have the serious grudge of losing his core, his relationship with Wei Wuxian isn’t strong enough to withstand people poking at his sore spots, so I guess in a sense it’s pointless because there’s too many elements by the time lotus pier falls to change that.

I don’t know, mdzs is a very hard novel to change without losing the good elements and even small actions have seemingly wide spread consequences. Just look at how many things are impacted by Su She’s desire to be seen as cool and impressive both in past and present. It’s very difficult to determine which things are pointless or could be changed to improve things in the past because it’s just so tightly layered.

[auideas]

Hi! If you don’t mind, I’d like to request some soulmate AU ideas?

I’m a sucker for the soulmate trope, but I’m having serious writer’s block, and I need help

Hey!! Okay, so for this one, let's take a look at all the soulmate tropes floating around right now -- maybe one of them will click with you!

Classic soul strings of fate! You're connected to your soulmate by a red string that you can follow. Many stories explore what happens when this string is cut or when there's no string at all.

You can only see in black and white until you meet your soulmate; then, you world turns to color.

On your 18th birthday, you swap languages with that of your soulmate. This is normally not an issue, but what if the language you start speaking is ancient?

After you enter a relationship with someone, there's a chance that in exactly a year, something clicks in your brain that tells you whether or not that person is your soulmate. What would happen if that happened with your new best friend?

Soulmates could be a part of the worldbuilding, but what if they're just randomly assigned and the whole system is a lie?

Hear me out: what if both you and your soulmate know you are one another's partner, but you decide you hate each other too much to go through with it and decide to actively sabotage the relationship instead?

A rumor says that your soulmate will know the same weird piece of obscure knowledge you do, and no one else in the world will have any idea what it is. Everyone tries to learn and share everything they can so they can meet their soulmate, but really, it's just a farce to get everyone to share facts and ideas.

What if you could tap into any one of your soulmate's five senses at any point? Sight, sound, touch, etc. Or...what if you could tap into their sixth sense? Maybe you can feel that someone's watching them? That they're in danger? What then?

Feeling your own emotional peaks can be hard, but what if you also felt your soulmates'? What if they're fairly neutral until one terrible day when it feels like your heart was ripped out of your chest?

At birth, you're born with two eye colors: one is your natural eyes, and the other is the eye of your soulmate. When you meet, your eyes return to their natural state.

Whenever your soulmate is physically hurt, a flower blooms from the same location. This is never a big problem aside from special cases, but what would happen if a thorny rose cracked through your chest from your heart?

They say you have two soulmates in your life: one romantic and one platonic. Well, what if you were given the names of your two soulmates, but it's never specified which is which? What if you get it wrong?

There's also always the classic "you wake up in your soulmate's body on a random day and you have to live their life for 24 hours oh nooooooooooo."

Soulmark AUs:

When you write on your skin, the image or word appears in the same place on the skin of your soulmate. What if words started floating near a location on your body, almost like your soulmate has some extra skin where you don't?

The first words you say to one another are tattooed on your skin far in advance. Or, maybe the first thing the other thought when they saw you?

What about the worst thing your soulmate ever said is tattooed on your skin? This would open the door to a lot of possibilities and honesty, especially if the worst thing they said didn't seem all that bad...that is, until you get the context.

Alternatively, what about a stain where your soulmate will touch you for the first time? What if you can't find yours, so you think you don't have one until you go in for an emergency surgery and your abdominal cavity has marks everywhere...pretty crazy.

On your 18th birthday, you wake up to your soulmate's initials on your wrist. What if your soulmate changed their name? Maybe they're in witness protection? How do you find them?

You're supposed to get a mark on your birthday to tell you where you'll find your soulmate -- instead, you wake up covered in marks, all of which say "nowhere."

[woso-dreamzzz]

how long do you tend to wait when writing, typically with ones that have multiple parts? like injured for example, do you have chapters already written or do you write as you post? likewise do you have a narrative already drawn out or come up with ideas as you write? i don’t know if that question makes sense or not 😭

i find the process interesting and really love your works, as somebody that loves to read and used to write a lot, I find staying motivated to finish a story the hardest part. like i’d have to keep writing because if i took a break on an unfinished work then i would just forget about it and lose motivation

I totally get that last bit. I think it happens to everyone at some point.

For fics like Injured and the arc that's going on right now, I have a little plan in my head of how I want things to play out. When people send in their requests for it, I see how I can map it onto my own ideas of where I want it to go and work from there. For Injured, I usually post on Sunday and then start writing the next part on Monday after I finish class so I can have all week to tweak and change what I think doesn't work.

Injured is one of those fics that really play into an area that I'm already super interested in so motivation isn't really an issue for it because the effects of parent-child relationships are so fascinating to me and Injured gives me an opportunity to explore that.

For other fics like Surgery, it doesn't really have a plot per se like Injured does right now. It's just Cub exploring the world around her so there's a bit more flexibility. I don't have any Surgery fics really written in advance because I have no idea where I really want to take it apart from Cub being adorable so I mainly just run on suggestions from my anons.

When I'm feeling unmotivated, I tend to pop on some music that I think is the right vibe for the kid and take it from there.

Sometimes, when I really can't force myself to write, I'll leave it however long I need to leave it until I get a strike of inspiration. It's not ideal sometimes but it is what it is and forcing myself to write would be super enjoyable and I really enjoy writing and never want it to feel like a chore 🤷‍♀️

[train-fans-anonymous]

Im back with my AU & headcanon crap

So this is a random headcanon I have for Shockwave, one that I've had for a long time but just realized I have literally never mentioned to anyone before. It's not groundbreaking but ya know

So, in most versions of Shockwave he has his gun on his left arm and his only working hand is his right hand. I use Shockwaves IDW backstory in general, so keep that in mind.

I think Shockwave was originally left handed, and he still is even after the frame change. I know that he technically gets claws in the frame change, but that not my main point. I like to think that he was forced to use his non-dominant hand (servo) and is forced to not be able to use his preferred hand.

Maybe the planets government blacklists certain mechs from getting legally and medically approved replacements for the body parts that were changed by force. I don't know to much about the other emrapta victims but I think that if you were in good wealth or knew some people in high places you could get better quality parts.

I think the planets government would blacklist a lot of mechs from a lot of things, not very publicly and not to the lower high class to middle class. The high class are rarely blacklisted, and a lot of them do know in the back of their processor's but don't like to think about it. The people who are lower class or are 'less useful' to the common mech are commonly blacklisted from large frame upgrades or anything that could really help them, megatronus would not be able to get medically safe treatment or practical weaponry while in the pits

Well that was a lot of extra stuff other than my single headcanon I went into this with.

Oh ya sidenote: I'm better at answering questions rather than explaining stuff, so if you want or feeling compelled feel free to ask any questions (related or not) and I can do my thing for it :P

OOOOHHH okay okay love an invitation for questions but let’s start dissecting this, because I heart your worldbuilding

Blacklisting or restrictions on empurata victims

Ooh boy. Okay the implications. It’s sorta like empurata is a permanent shame or black mark on a person’s life. You’re made a breathing, walking example of what happens when you step out of line. And no doctor is going to undo this without it costing a pretty, you don’t even need a special identifier on any legal paper that identifies that it shouldn’t be undone: because you are the identifier. It’s a big risk to try and get it replaced, and I’d imagine most doctors would take one look at you and decide it’s not worth it, whatever you did to have this happen, if they get involved then whoever changed your frame could do the same to them, the risk is too high. ”if you were in good wealth or knew some people in high places you could get better quality parts.” For rich noble folks, it’s probably easier to have the contacts/connections who’d be willing to do this. But even so, empurata is a BIG thing, who knows maybe their entire reputation is ruined. It’s not a simple operation to simply have undone, and it’s really interesting to notice you only mentioned upgrading parts. Do you think any (probably viewed as insane) noblemechs would display their empurata as like a “message”? or propaganda, trying to express their views. Are they shunned by their former friends and followers and do they continue to have the opportunity of luxury AFTER empurata?

Left Handed Shockwave

👀👀

Do you think he experiences phantom pains from his hands like cramping? Or maybe sometimes he’s reach over and knocks something down because he still sometimes “feels” his hand? Is this a point of distress for him? (I know he is portrayed often as emotionless and working based solely on logic, but I like to believe even so he still experiences SOME form of emotion, even if he and everyone else insists otherwise)

More Blacklisting

Even if they were somehow to find someone willing to undergo a large surgery do you think it’d be safe? would there be people who take advantage of this and charge low with high interest rates to trap someone into servitude? (best word I can find 😔 you know what I mean)

Interesting to see that high class mechs would turn a blind eye to this… do you think it is because they wouldn’t want to lose their luxuries? are they afraid of living knowing that if they speak up they can be silenced? or do they simply not care about what’s lower than them?

On the topic of illegal/unsafe modifications. It reminds me a /lot/ of KO’s Japanese toy bios. Where he was a weapons engineer that mentioned any weapons he gave to other were unsafe and to be untrusted. I’d love to hear more about unsafe medical practices, because this is really interesting. They don’t have to give low caste mechs a good surgery, because they aren’t worth much. Additionally,

The idea that a mech’s life is worth nothing if they are lower class, because they contribute nothing to the high class society. They are disposable, replaceable in life. They mean nothing to society. 😭😭

I had a lot of fun with these idea :) thank you for sharing and sorry for taking a. While

[badchoicesworld]

blog guide !!

requests are closed, but feel free to send them in regardless. just expect them to be answered a little later !

this is (for now) an across the spiderverse blog !

please allow me up to a week to write up your asks

characters i write for :

Miguel O’hara

Miles Morales

Miles 42

Hobie (let’s go brit rep)

Pavitr Prabhakar

The Spot

Peter B. Parker

Spider-Noir

general info :

i cannot stress this enough, i exclusively write everything but fem reader, y’all got enough .

that being said, feel free to request anything else at all- when it’s not specified i will just assume gender neutral for the sake of inclusion

trans readers, non-binary, everything in between and all about is completely valid here and i’m more than willing to write about it <3

i do have a health condition that can catch me some days, so there may be times where i’m inactive but it should never be for long periods of time

feel free to get oddly specific with requests ! the more i can work with, the better

but i also don’t mind if they’re just general requests that don’t require a lot of detail

i will NOT write explicit NSFW, i draw the line at clothes being removed unless it has something to do with a prompt (e.g. seeing top surgery scars for the first time), some of these characters ages are not specified yet and i don’t feel comfortable potentially writing NSFW for minors. that is a crime.

there will be some requests i won’t obviously be able to complete for a number of reasons, please do not spam me if this is the case. if i’m willing to fulfil a request i will try my best to communicate with you if needed :]

i have the right to deny requests.

i do wanna say that i am a white guy so i can’t write from first hand experience, but if you request something that includes diversity like a specific race or cultural aspects i will try my absolute best to deliver accurate works. I’ll research to whatever extent i need to (if you don’t already give some information) so i can provide for groups of people that are seriously neglected when it comes to fanfiction and such. and please, in the future, if i ever do fuck up PLEASE hold me accountable and if you can show me what i’ve done wrong and what i should’ve done; what i can do to improve, i would be so appreciative- my goal is to be as inclusive as possible with my writing and the last thing i want is to offend any body of people.

finally, there will be types of writing i can’t do for specific characters. for example, spot, idk how tf i would write like a whole one-shot when my man is how he is now so i’d probably just have to stick to headcanons n such

what i will write :

requests can be either platonic or romantic dynamics, potentially other stuff if you have any ideas. just lemme know ! i do like to consider myself half decent at writing, i’ve studied english literature and linguistics my whole life and i love it very dearly <3 i’m going on to study english as a whole at a higher level (literature, language, linguistics, creative writing)

i'm happy to also apply these headcanons to the cc's, so transgender miguel for instance! just let me know :]

i typically write in bullet points because im a mess

x male reader

x nb reader (feel free to specify if they’re ambiguous, masc leaning or whatever if it’s relevant to the ask)

x trans reader

x cis reader

x spider reader

x mutant reader

character x reader

if you request multiple characters (which is fine <3) i’ll likely default to headcanons for the sake of ease

what i won’t write :

x fem reader .

character x character

NSFW

triggering topics (excluding canon events)

weird fetish/kink stuff :[

hate speech, everyone is welcome here

masterlist :

hobie brown:

how i think Hobie would react to GN!reader calling them their husband casually, even though they’re not married

hobie brown with a transgender, vigilante reader (ftm reader)

hobie admires your fighting spirit (gn reader)

hobie’s punk, you’re metal (band edition, masc reader)

where you and hobie have the most loving connection, but don’t label it (gn reader)

where hobie meets gwens older brother (masc reader)

hobie notices how startled you get when he kisses you (gn!)

hobie realises you’re not as naive as he thought ! (gn reader)

with an s/o that cries a lot ! (gn!reader)

hobie with a snake mutated boyfriend !

hobie with a butterfly mutated boyfriend !

defending his trans partner !

miles morales

miles with an artistic boyfriend riddled with anxieties

miles with a snake mutated boyfriend !

defending his trans partner !

miles 42:

miles 42 w/ an artistic spider-reader ! (masc reader)

miles42 with a butterfly mutated boyfriend !

miles 42 w/ and alien boyfriend !

defending his trans partner !

the spot:

the spot getting flustered by masc!reader

the spot falls into winged readers home (gn)

spider-noir:

spider-noir finds out you’re transmasc on a mission !

helping noir understand trans issues (deadnaming, ftm reader)

with an s/o that cries a lot ! (gn!reader)

noir finds out you wear trans tape (transmasc!reader)

defending his trans partner !

[rivetgoth]

Honestly being FTM & like. transitioning and passing and living as a man in my daily life but also being visibly GNC is such an isolating experience in the damn community fr. Everyone talks about GNC trans men as monolithically pre-everything. “Support GNC trans men, it’s valid to have boobs! it’s valid to not be on T!” etc etc, while the majority of transitioning trans men are like. Short masc haircuts, masc men’s clothes, talking abt the gym and wanting to be perceived as manly and venting abt their hair growing out too long and often their disdain for femininity tbqh… I’m sorry but there is never ever any space for trans men who are perceived as gender nonconforming/effeminate men. All trans man discourse is either “is it valid to be a trans man who looks like a woman?” or “how do I look more like the most normal cis[het] man ever?” and I never ever ever see space for men who have been on T for years who have undergone surgery and plan to get more who have long hair who wear jewelry who get called faggots by strangers who have full beards who wear women’s clothing. Etc etc etc.

I think in particular being alternative/a rivethead/goth really doesn’t help cuz I do think that goth/industrial male style is pretty unique in that you’re apart of a community FULL of men who are just as nonconforming as you and who often aren’t even “queer”/LGBT, it’s not even necessarily considered GNC in those spaces in the same way it is in mainstream society, like I don’t consider people like Peter Steele or Nivek Ogre or Robert Smith wildly “GNC” really, not to the point that that’s the first way I’d describe them, and none of them are [openly] queer, but I swear to god 99% ov the time when transmasc spaces talk about being “GNC” they include a ton of traits that these guys have… whereas I could not count on both my fingers & toes the amount of guys I see with long hair or jewelry or whatever every single time I go to goth night or a concert or whatever. I passed in goth clubs bathrooms before I passed anywhere else for real like it feels so foreign to see trans guys talk about what constitutes GNC or not when I’m legit often dressed more masculine than my male peers but fall into every single category they consider GNC or fem… I don’t even really consider myself “fem” but I think I’m objectively GNC because of my style and mannerisms, I’m GNC in my behavior even when I’m dressing more masculine in ways that I couldn’t suppress if I tried/I wouldn’t want to anyway, I don’t mind my effeminate mannerisms and I cannot express that not a single one of these effeminate mannerisms stop me from passing, and I’m consistently just read as a gay or effeminate man… except maybe the few times I’ve been mistaken for a trans woman 🤪

IDK. I have the goth community that’s what matters I guess but damn, it’s crazy how something like that can isolate you from the mainstream FTM community so much because there just doesn’t really seem to be a space for transitioning effeminate guys. It’s like, the only option is “gender nonconforming, not passing, and not transitioning” or “gender conforming, passing, and transitioning.” There is never any dialogue for transitioning gender nonconforming men, transitioning men who pass as faggots, trans men who are neither masc or fem, transitioning alternative trans men, etc etc… And I’m sorry but y’all have no real world experience whatsoever if you think “GNC man” can only ever mean “man who is perceived as a woman.”

[misaverawrites]

Secret relationship with Amelia Shepherd. (X f!reader.)

a/n: i made this one is a bit more of a set of headcanons! :)

Headcanons for secretly dating Amelia Shepherd

tags: flirting, the shepherd siblings fighting, mentions of death, snuggling, innuendo, private practice spoilers.

You and Amelia meet in your intern year when she's in town trying to convince Derek to work on an impossible tumor case.

The two of you click nearly instantly, it makes you sad when the two of you part ways.

“I’d love to work under your guidance at some point Doctor Shepherd, might find neuro more interesting if you taught it.”

She gives you a smile at your not-so-subtle attempt at flirting before she leaves for the airport and that’s all you’ll ever get with the prettier (as far as you’re concerned) Doctor Shepherd.

That is until nearly three years later, during your residency when Doctor Amelia Shepherd joins the newly named Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital ranks.

“Well, Dr. (L/N), is my brother still boring as a neuro teacher?” Is the first thing she asks when she runs into you, she remembers you.

Your relationship with her takes off soon after she starts working there. You are working under her guidance, and in all fairness, you do love it.

She doesn’t show you any more favoritism than the other attendings do to their favorites.

She helps you in figuring out what specialty you want to go into, never pressuring you into neuro if it isn’t what you want.

Everyone else just thinks you have a close mentor-mentee relationship.

That is until Meredith catches you sneaking out of Amelia’s bedroom to get a glass of water, wearing nothing but a pair of panties and one of Amelia’s oversized shirts.

She doesn’t even mention it, you didn’t even notice it. Thus, the sneaking around continues.

She is a sucker for teasing you during surgery.

“Well, Dr. (L/N)... You’re always still learning, but I am glad to see you’re skilled at the new things even when you start.”

She loves to hold you, after losing Ryan, it makes her feel much more sure that you’re safe and with her.

You two literally will leave Seattle to go on dates. Not far, just over to Bellevue or Tacoma.

That’s how everyone else figures out that you are dating.

“Where’s Amy?” Derek asks nobody in particular, Alex answers though, “She’s running an errand or something I think, Bellevue.” Derek scoffs, “What the hell? What would she need in Bellevue..?” It doesn’t click for either of the men, that is until Callie walks in and asks, “Where’s (Y/N)? Is she not back from Bellevue yet?” Click. Combined with the weird behavior you’d both exhibited the past few months, it all came together.

Meredith was the one to confirm their suspicions.

“Yeah they’re dating! I honestly don’t know how you didn’t figure it out earlier… She lives with us, Derek!” Meredith does consider chastizing her husband further but the embarrassed look on his face is enough. It quickly becomes the well-known gossip among the residents and attendings, without much effort at all. When the two of you return at as suspicious rate where it seems like you arrived together but staggered your entrances, as to not seem suspicious.

Jo comes to you first, “Are you actually sleeping with She-Shepherd?” You choke on your drink.

“W-What are you talking about, Jo?” You stammer out, “It’s none of your business who I’m sleeping with!” She rolls her eyes, pulling a strand of her hair behind your ear, “I frankly don’t care who you’re sleeping with or even dating, but for your sake and your job’s sake… Don’t pull a Leah Murphy.” You laugh softly, “I’d never do that, Jo.”

Meredith stops Amelia in the hallway before she goes into the attending’s lounge.

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you…” She warns as Amelia sends her a nervous look, “Why?” Meredith only shakes her head, “Go!” All is good until she runs into Derek later in the day…

“Amy, you can’t sleep with your residents!” She scoffs at her brother’s accusatory tone, “That’s so rich coming from you, Derek. If I remember correctly, your wife was your intern!” 

Safe to say that Derek relented quickly from his attacks on his sister’s relationship.

When the two of you reunite that evening, it’s an all-out snuggle fest with venting and snacks.

All and all, despite your relationship no longer being a secret, it feels much better to be a little more open about your budding and growing relationship.