#come back to the well we have treats

[luckycharms1701]

Mikey seems a bit nervous, you think as you gaze over your hot chocolate at him.

It is Valentine’s Day, and the sweetest boyfriend in the world invited you to a rooftop picnic. You were a little skeptical, as it is A Little Chilly, but he insisted that he had it all covered. “It’s gonna be a full moon, Angelcakes,” he wheedled, “It’ll be beautiful, like you! AND we’ll be the only ones around!”

Unfortunately for you, his puppy eyes are your greatest weakness, and he knows when to use them.

You were quite pleasantly surprised to discover that you felt warm when you stepped out onto your rooftop. Mikey had jury-rigged a blanket to hang over a corner, and he had a heater near the entrance going full blast. The corner was covered in blankets and pillows and looked super cozy, and there was still a good view of the eastern sky so you could see the moon come up.

Mikey had helped you get comfortable, then handed you hot chocolate. You smiled when you looked around and saw all your favorites. Your peck on the cheek was greeted with a blush from your boyfriend as he sat down next to you and started serving you food.

You had to admit that Mikey was right as you both ate and watched the moon rise. It was a gorgeous sight, huge in a way you rarely get to see. “Almost as big as my love for you!” Mikey had proclaimed. You had told him to stop with a laugh, but your blush and the way you leaned into him gave you away. He had long since sussed out that you thought his cheesiness was sweet.

Now, Mikey is pulling out yet another container. “I couldn’t possibly eat more Mikey,” you protest. “You’ve spoiled me rotten and I’m fu-”

Once you see what Mikey has in the container, you are struck speechless with delight and awe. He has brought you Valentine’s chocolate. You could tell by the slight wonkiness that they are homemade, and you feel tears well in your eyes.

Next to the chocolates are some cookies, and your breath catches as you realize that they are the kind you made together on your first date, a spontaneous baking spree that had ended with the kitchen covered in flour and you and Mikey covered in kisses. The tears in your eyes start to fall.

“Aw babe,” Mikey says, juggling the container as he reaches out to wipe the tears from your cheeks. You grab his hand and press a kiss to each finger, then hold his hand to your cheek as you gaze into his warm blue eyes.

He sets the container down, eyes not leaving yours as his other hand comes up. You grab that one as well as he frames your face. He bites his lip, and you realize that you are about to discover why he is so nervous.

“I have a question,” Mikey starts hesitantly, and you nod and smile in encouragement. Surely he knows that he can ask anything of you. You agreed to a rooftop picnic on Valentine’s Day in New York City, for heaven’s sake.

His tongue wets his lips as he lowers his eyes and opens his mouth. “Ever since we moved into the new lair, there’s been a lot more space, you know? I mean, we each have multiple rooms. And I guess it gets kind of lonely sometimes, you know?”

His fingers tap against the fresh tears on your cheeks. You don’t think he realizes that the tears are there, or that you know what he’s getting at. You curl your lips into your teeth to prevent your response from bursting out, wanting to let him ask the question first.

“So, I thought that maybe, if you, you know… were cool with it or whatever… if you maybe wanted to think about moving in?”

Your eyes close and you smile as he continues to ramble. “I mean! I know it’s not the best accommodations, but we all love you, and it would be nice if maybe we could all spend more time together, and maybe we could sleep together more often! Although if you want your own room instead that’s cool too! Whatever my angel wants she gets.”

You reach out and put a hand to his lips before he can ramble any further. He looks up, startling at the fresh tears on your face and the beatific smile on your face.

“Mikey,” you have to pause for a moment as your happiness overwhelms you, “I would love nothing more than to move in with you.”

It is as if the sun has risen, here in your little rooftop corner with Mikey, as he smiles back at you.

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID in ALT] I've made posts before about Talia/Dick co-parenting Damian moments (will never happen but let me dream) and this came to me in a vision. Took me ages to finish for some reason 😭 and then even longer to post

[hella1975]

so there's a reason my new job got back to me so quickly about my application and that's bc it's an absolute fucking shambles like actually perfect timing for me to decide to rewatch the bear bc i have never more felt like ive been thrown into a broke on-its-knees establishment trying to crawl its way up the ladder where i am somehow a godsend to them. my old job was crazy and shambolic in the sense that the industry is just Like That but this one?????? insanity. every 5 mins i am questioning what im doing with my life. ive already had a walk-in fridge moment

[therealslimsanji]

Taz: "If someone is hungry, I want them to be fed"

Some random clown: "Sanji wouldn't care if any of the Celestial Dragons were hungry, clearly you don't understand his character at all"

Me, an intellectual: "Sanji would have gladly fed Donquixote Homing and his family (all born as Celestial Dragons) during their time of crisis if he had the chance"

Fr I thought Sanji's whole thing was no food wasted and feed those that are hungry?? Like, I know I'm super new to this Fandom but that's one thing I've read over and over about his character.

[samijey]

Sami stays hitting the Usos with some harsh truths and Jey stays struggling someone save this poor man

bonus:

[seaweedstarshine]

RIP Krakoa 🌹 I can’t lie I’ve been kinda behind since midway through Fall of X I’m gonna catch up before my first SDCC this summer but I hear Vulcan didn’t see much action anyway. Anyway my hand slipped and I found myself looking into the eyes of my canonically psychotic son the best Summers brother who’s never done anything wrong in his entire life, (he’s done lotsa wrong things but I love him more for it)

[fluffypotatey]

Skill issue maybe. But kindness certainly didn't help the prosecuted for the rest of the show.

Maybe a balance is needed between me being proactive and merlin being kind, bc merlin sure needed a bit of the former (this is really more of a complaint for the showrunners rather than merlin. I read so many fics of merlin being proactive and helping magic that canon is slap in the face with his passivity and class traitorness)

yeah Merlin’s approach to certain issues definitely show the writers’/showrunners’ hands than his actual character (where he is pretty outspoken in these topics) but there’s also the nuance of keeping his magic secret and yada yada

but also, one of the reasons we like Merlin is because of his goodness and open-mind. there is a reason he is a foil to Morgana, who was proactive in magic users rights, had an identity crisis of her own, and descended into villain-hood. there is a reason why his struggle between his duty as Emrys and Destiny is so compelling and how it slowly become his struggle between Destiny and Arthur

are there moments where i wish Merlin did certain actions differently? 100% yes i do (2x08 for example and his relationship with Morgana) and i know a lot of the time these narrative choices were made in order to keep Merlin in his 5 season struggle of ideologies by the showrunners themselves which just hurt his character in the long run (similar to how they revert Arthur’s character back to his s1 caricature sometimes 🙄) bc if he progressed too “quickly” then it could lead to a different outcome than they wanted at the end of the show

but i digress

[kavennnn]

wtf my son is dead

[uncanny-tranny]

Do you believe in transandrophobia

I mean, I talk at length about being a trans man and the intersections of my trans manhood and interacting in a world which often doesn't want people like me to exist, so even if I don't really call my experiences that, maybe you might? I generally support people calling their experiences with oppression how they see it, which is why some trans men say they experience misogyny and some don't. Neither are "more correct" because we almost all experience transphobia, misogyny, and everything else slightly differently.

At the end of the day, trans liberation must happen with all of us no matter what their experience is. I've seen so much "discourse" surrounding terms like these when at the end of the day, we're still being oppressed no matter what we call our experiences. I think it's okay for people to label their experiences as they see fit, but I don't think that's the end-all-be-all. I guess my sole focal point is trans liberation before debating about what terms we have to use.

I always find asks like this to be very odd, mostly because I don't know what the context behind this is or why it's asked. If you want a more direct answer to my political or philosophical views, I really would at least like more details as to what inspired questions like these so I can clarify, expand, or discuss specific points.

[deepseawave]

obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog

Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force 😂❤️

Can‘t believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D

[carcarrot]

well that was a shortlived good feeling about my job

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Ngl youtube videos suddenly got me slowly turning into a Justin Russo hater.

[babacontainsmultitudes]

[just venting a bit into the void you understand you understand 😌] Lately I've been feeling very caught between "I have a lot of thoughts on Sparrow and Normal and all that with the ending and teen talk and feel like I need to get them out and voice them for my own piece of mind and resolution" and "I am lacking the strength and energy to actually sit down and write it all out and kind of really just want to fully move on to other things (AUs, fics, anything else)" but my brain can't seem to commit to either and that's quite frustrating cause it's just left me very restless. *Sigh*. Idk! Just needed to complain about that a bit ig, it's silly but this is what has been ailing me as of late.

[introspectivememories]

My fear is that DC makes Bernard such a beautiful well written character that mixs his old asshole personality with his newer tamed personality and people start actively liking him because he is own person with his own hopes and dreams and then fans want more of this Bernard only to be met with a shitty shell of a character and starting back at square one by forcing him just to be Tim’s love interest

this too actually

[thewhizzyhead]

I know the reunion concert was literally just 2 days ago but my bros my guys my dudes I miss WATT so so much and I really do want this show Actually Revived because I miss my cheerleaders, pma's stories and music are fucking great and I wanna hear more, watt has so much room for improvement, and I wanna see watt thrive aaaaaaaa

[thatscarletflycatcher]

I will bore you all writing about Doctor Finlay, but bear with me.

One of the most unrealistic aspects of the Doctor Finlay-Nurse Meitland mess is the idea that they got engaged right before or as the war begun, and then for some reason had not seen each other ever since. Brenda has never left Tannachbrae during that time; which would have been an easier fix, had she joined up as an army nurse herself and been sent to units far from John's. I guess it couldn't be because the maximum drama of her new American fiancé living in town couldn't possibly be cut off. The western front didn't reopen till 44'.

The only possible mitigation, then, would be for Finlay to have been on the desert front, and lo and behold, upon rewatching 1x02, he tells a kid he was in the desert, then Sicily, then Italy, and finally Germany. But even on this generous scenario of the writers it doesn't make sense. If Finlay had had 6 years of ininterrupted service without leave home, chances are he'd have priority to have leave home as soon as the war ended, specially because I don't think personnel was being roaded or flown directly from Italy to Germany for obvious reasons of logistic convenience. So he would have been home on leave after may 45, and so the plot as presented is absurd.

But then it is all doubly absurd because the most reasonable and likely course of action would be for him to hear about it through letters. A dear John letter, or even someone from town condoling with him by assuming that the public status of Brenda's new engagement meant that Finlay had been informed too. What is the audience supposed to assume about their correspondence? Was he writing her tender, loving letters and receiving no response? Was he receiving tepid, general letters from her and being unconsciously or deliberately dense?

It makes no sense. Compels me though.