#i love my silly tv show for children

[biggest12fan]

[will-and-lester-defense-squad]

“Why would Hephaestus build an amusement park”

“Maybe he finds them amusing”

“That’s not funny annabeth”

“It’s a little funny”

Can I talk about this for a sec because the 140 characters twitter gave me wasn’t enough when I talked about this there. Yall. This scene. The episode itself was amazing and every scene hit but this scene.

She made a joke!!! She’s using humor to cope w a serious and possibly fatal situation!!! Not only is she getting more comfortable and dare I say friendly!!! But she’s slowly starting to pick up Percy’s habits THE WAY BEST FRIENDS WOULD. Using humor to distract someone from a bad situation?? And annabeth doesn’t joke about the mission yall BUT SHE DID HERE TO KEEP PERCY FROM PANICKING. Because he absolutely was panicking and walker did an amazing fucking job of portraying that (just like he did in medusas basement).

I can’t get over it you guys the small and subtle ways they’re building these characters development is just as good as the bigger more obvious ones and I just. Love this show. So much.

[vanteguccir]

Lovestruck boy | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Nick and Chris are trying to record wednesday's video, but Matt's lovestruck gaze keeps going to Y/N, distracting himself.

Warning: None.

Requested?: Yes, from anon.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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"Matt! Hellooo, is anyone there?" Nick spoke from behind the camera while moving his arms around exasperatedly, looking at his brother, who had his eyes focused on the couch in the back of the room.

Matt is the kind of guy that when he loves, he loves hard.

So to say that Matt was crazy about Y/N was an understatement, all that was on his mind day and night was his girlfriend; His days were happier with her by his side, he felt like he had more energy and strength to do anything, only because of her.

His favorite thing in the world was seeing her happy, so his heart warmed every time he heard her talking about the books she was reading with so much passion and affection - so much so that he lost count of how many times he took her to the bookstore and bought more than 100 dollars in books, just to be able to hear her talk about the characters that Matt never memorized the names of and the story that always made she speak too quickly and with so much devotion.

Whenever Matt was with his brothers or friends, he would mention his girl. It was automatic, everything reminded him of her. He was obsessed. With all that said, it was inevitable that, being in the same room, the boy wouldn't be able to take his eyes off her.

The theme of that Wednesday's video was something suggested by Y/N herself, as just a few minutes ago the four of them were lying on the sofa in the living room, the girl with her feet on Matt's lap while starting a new book, while the brothers watched old videos of themselves on television.

His hands caressed the tops of her feet covered in fluffy Iron Man socks, which she had probably stolen from his side of the drawer. Every now and then Matt's right hand would go up her legs to Y/N's left hand, taking it away from the book and to his mouth, sealing the warm, soft skin with love, keeping his eyes on the TV screen.

A smile grew on Matt's face every time his brothers made vomiting sounds, calling them disgusting. While Y/N felt like her cheeks could explode from how red they became.

Matt's teenage voice coming from the videos made Y/N's heart warm, and seeing the silly smiles on the triplets' faces as they traveled through the land of nostalgia made an idea pop into the girl's head, who instantly put down the book and paused the video, catching the attention of them.

And this takes us to the current moment, after Y/N has separated some pictures from when they were children, teenagers or nowadays on Nick's phone, having created an album to be used in that specific video.

Matt and Chris were sitting at the kitchen table, facing the camera, Nick - who was standing behind it with the album open on his phone -, and consequently also facing the sofa, where Y/N was sitting comfortably as she flipped through her book, a smile appearing every now and then on her face as her expressions changed according to the events in the story.

A cup of cappuccino that Matt made for her rested on her legs, keeping her warm, while her right hand came out of the book every now and then and picked up the drink, taking a sip.

It was the third time that Nick caught Matt's attention, who seemed to get lost in his girlfriend's figure, and all external sounds, including his brothers' voices, became muffled.

To disguise it, the boy would randomly guess the name of one of his brothers or himself when Nick showed a small part of a picture, getting it wrong almost every time. This led to him having the lowest score.

"What? Yes, that's Chris." Matt blinked his eyes quickly, looking away from Y/N and to the phone in Nick's hands.

"Matt, it's you!" Nick exclaimed, rolling his eyes and sighing, he knew the video would continue like this if he didn't get Y/N out of the room, but his best friend looked too comfortable on the couch.

"Pay attention, dumbass." Chris slammed the palm of his left hand against Matt's forehead, earning a slap back on the arm.

Y/N lifted her head from the book momentarily, holding back a laugh as she saw the brothers fighting, rolling her eyes playfully before returning her attention to the story, adjusting her position on the couch.

"I'm sorry, I'll pay attention. I promise." Matt raised his hands in surrender, swallowing hard as he glanced briefly at Y/N and saw her laughing softly, returning his eyes to his older brother and forcing himself to keep them there.

"For those of you who aren't understanding, Y/N is sitting on the couch reading, and Matt can't stop looking at her. He's obsessed, I swear." Nick muttered behind the camera, shaking his head even though they couldn't see him.

When the first round ended, Chris got up and took Nick's place behind the camera, agreeing to be the next to show the pictures and be the jury.

Nick handed him the phone and sat down next to Matt, looking briefly at the couch and closing his lips in a thin line at Y/N's wide eyes at the book, probably surprised by some absurd scene.

The oldest looked at Matt, seeing that his brother was already looking at Y/N, too. Their eyes quickly met when Matt felt Nick looking at him, a laugh escaping both of their mouths.

"Are you ready?" Chris asked after choosing the first picture he would use, receiving a nod from the two brothers, who had both arms on the table so they could reach the "button" faster.

The youngest zoomed in on the pic and turned the screen towards the two, waiting for one of them to get it right.

Matt had never moved so fast, his left hand slamming against the post-it too hard as his eyes were wide in euphoria.

"It's me! Look at Y/N's hand there." Matt shouted in excitement, raising his right hand and pointing at the phone behind the camera.

"Yeah, that's Matt." Nick sighed, knowing that even though he got it right too, Matt spoke first. "You only got it right because Y/N is in the picture!"

"Obviously, he knows Y/N's traits more than he knows his own." Chris scoffed from behind the camera, zooming out of the image and looking for the next one.

The picture in question was from a day when the four of them went out to dinner at an Italian restaurant about a year ago, Nick and Chris were sitting on one side of the table and Y/N and Matt on the other. Matt had his elbows resting on the wooden table and his hands crossed, laughter escaping his lips when he heard something Chris said, while Y/N joined him in laughing, her hands crossed around his right bicep and her head resting on his covered shoulder.

The pic was taken by Nick, being the passionate photographer that he was, and Chris felt a smile stretch across his face as he remembered the moment.

Even though they made fun of their brother so much for being a crazy in love for Y/N, they felt their chest fill with joy for their brother every time they saw them together. They knew that their brother had found his other half, and seeing him as happy as ever made them just as happy.

"I know, he's obsessed with her." Nick commented again, receiving a slap on the back of his head, letting out a laugh when he saw Matt roll his eyes, but don't deny anything.

The girl looked up again when she heard her name being said by one of the boys and her person being mentioned more than once. Her eyes met Matt's blue ones, who looked at her with love and affection, an easy smile appearing on his face almost automatically.

Y/N smiled back, blowing a kiss, which the boy pretended to catch with his left hand and keep in the pocket of his hoodie.

When the round changed again, it was Matt's turn to stand behind the camera and choose the pictures.

The boy got up from his seat, fixing his pants and walking over to where Chris was, taking the phone from his hand and closing the last picture chosen by the youngest.

His thumb scrolled across the screen, looking for the first one he would use as he let his brothers settle down.

A smile stretched across Matt's face as he passed by a picture of Nick and Y/N, where they were both wearing sunglasses, with feathers around their necks and making faces at the camera. Nick had his left hand raised showing a peace sign, and it was there that Matt decided to zoom in, but not before lingering his eyes for a few seconds on the full image, admiring his girlfriend there.

Matt took advantage of the fact that his brothers were in a silly argument and turned around momentarily, looking at his girl, who was now in a position that in his head was probably very uncomfortable, but he already knew that for Y/N, the most different positions were the best.

The girl felt eyes on her and looked up, seeing Matt standing there admiring her. A reddish color took over her cheeks, and her fingers played with the pages of the book, trying to hide her shyness.

Matt nodded briefly at the book as if asking her how the story was going. Y/N smiled at the action, making a chief kiss gesture with her right hand while her left held the book open, afraid of losing the page she stopped at.

"I want to hear all abo-" Matt began in a low voice, just for Y/N to hear, but his sentence was cut by a hand hitting the table.

"I'm going to get Y/N out of the room if you don't turn around now and do your job." Nick said, crossing his arms. Chris held back his laughter beside him, his face turning red from the force he exerted in the action.

"You're so unnecessary." Matt rolled his eyes, throwing a wink at Y/N, who had a goofy smile, before turning to face his brothers again.

"No, you are." Nick responded, opening his mouth to argue against Matt again, only to be stopped by Chris, who smacked his left arm while laughing.

"Go ahead, Matt." The youngest asked, straightening up and clearing his throat, looking at his brother as he waited for the first picture.

Nick sent a bored look to Y/N, who was still watching them intently. The girl laughed softly, turning her attention back to the book as she felt her heart warm.

Y/N felt so grateful for her boyfriend and his brothers, who she saw as family. She would never forget the day Nick thanked her for how happy she made his brother, but little did he know, it was Matt who made her the happiest.

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Extra - comments:

"Matt looking behind the camera every 2 minutes with a lovestruck look on his face was the cutest thing I've ever seen 😔"

"Matt being able to guess the picture that had Y/N in it just because of her 😭"

"I love how Nick and Chris make fun of Matt for his love for Y/N all the time"

~ "deep down, they love them together more than the couple itself lol"

"I want to have a boyfriend who is as obsessed with me as Matt is with Y/N ​​🧎‍♀️"

"Y/N is a total bookworm, and I'm here for it!"

~ "petition for her to make tiktoks about the books she reads ✏️📄"

"it's incredible to see the difference between Matt before Y/N and Matt during Y/N. She's so good for him 🥺"

"Matt smiles so much when Y/N is near 😫"

"Matt and Y/N >>>>>>> any other famous couple"

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My asks are always open. Feel free to send requests or anything at all 🩷💋

[swxxtsxcchxrine]

I feel like i need more emphasis on Miguel's level of nasty because he is just messy. point blank period. imagine he's got you on all fours, your face is stuffed into the sheets of your shared bed, he has your arse in the air all the while his face is stuffed right in your pussy. he's sucking and slurping on your cunt from the back because he knows you like it. maybe too much. one hand is laying comfortably on your bum cheek while the other holds your hands in place on the small of your back to diminish any attempts you have to run away. not that you would anyways. his face moves up and down your slick slit, his tongue prodding at your tight hole. he groans in satisfaction as you push your hips into his face and cry out a silly version of his name. his hand squeezes your cheek in affirmation "that's it, bonita," he praises. his words go straight to your sticky cunny as he slurps loud enough for the neighbours and their mothers to hear. he lifted his head momentarily just to spit on your puckered hole: watching as the fat glob slides down the globe of your arse, not before catching it with a finger and sliding it in. he feels you tight hole squeeze as he stares in awe. he lowers his head back onto your throbbing clit and starts suckling on it, drinking up your sweet juices in tandem. he shakes his head from side to side receiving a high pitched sob from you in return. he brings down his heavy hand to slap your soft bum, hard. he rubs the sore spot as his finger continues to work on your ass. he's moaning and groaning, whining and whimpering into your cunt that he loves too much. "Miguel...you have to stop, i need a break PLEASE!" you plead no avail. infact, he pushes another finger into your tight hole. you silently plead he's not hoping to stuff his hefty cock into your puckered hole. it's already too overwhelming for you. he's still playing with your hot pussy while still at it with your rim. he removes his fingers from your asshole and watches it clench and unclench uncontrollably as your orgasm hits like a truck. he lewdly spreads your cheeks apart, mouth agape, watching your tight holes squeeze around empty air, waiting so patiently to be filled by his pretty, long, thick, heavy, pleasurable, delicious, tasty, mouth watering, eye rolling, name yelling, soul snatching, creaming and screaming, sobbing and rolling around the floor, toe curling, earth shattering, squirting fountains, mood lifting, dopamine giving, life changing, powerful thrust, pretty, dark brown tipped - remember nips match tips - veiny all over, a proper 8-9 inches, he's definitely a grower, he grows while he's inside of you so its the most delicious stretch everr, undeniably good, leg shaking, heart wrenching, name forgetting, drooling, mind dumbing, mind breaking, back arching COCK.

i'll glad be on my knees for THIS man. 🥴like im not even joking brooo ill do jumping jacks on the d just for him he can dump ALL the cum he wants in ME, i'll gladly be the mother of his children. i swear, ill be the perfect little wife for him. he wakes up in the morning to freshly made breakfast and coffee. his clothes are washed, dried and ironed to perfection. his shoes are clean and polished, his shower is already running at the perfect temp. he comes home from work? i'll great him with a fat kiss and a home cooked meal. the recliner is out the tv is on his favourite show, when he's getting ready for bed, its ready made, his clothes for tommorrow are out and im waiting for him in bed. i need him so bad he doesn't understand i'm so upset why isn't he real. like...who am i ever going to find thats gonna compare? will i ever find someone that compares, omg imagine if i don't...☠️☠️☠️☠️ see lemme not God forbid🙏🏾

🫨 (ignore that i just wanted to use the emoji ibr)

[antimony-medusa]

The thing with RPF

Okay, I don't tend to engage much with RPF. I have read it, but only when recommended by someone whose taste I trust (I think it's all supernatural aus that I've read, to-date), and my intention is not to write it. Not really my scene.

However, I really think this fandom could stand to stop treating RPF like it is the devil.

If you engage only with someone in the form of like an hour a week of video of them performing for an audience, particularly if that video is edited, like, when you start mentally rotating characters to create with, your brain isn't gonna draw a huge difference between the guy from the scripted thing you watched, and the person from, idk, mythbusters. Love to see my guy make a big explosion.

In both situations, you don't know them as people, you know them as like, personas, characters. You are essentially engaging with them as fictional characters, cause you only see the small segment of their lives that they put into the video, and whatever story they're telling with that. You don't know them as people, because how could you? So your brain going "hehe what if hunger games au" is just one of the ways brains work.

And idk, as long as you know you're doing that, I think that's fine.

It's fiction. You're writing/reading fiction. It's in the name. You know that it's not true, you're dealing with fictionalized versions of like, stage personas, or teaching methodologies, or historical records, and you can make your little fictions, and you show it to the eight people who are also really into *spins wheel* Ancient Egyptian RPF or *spins other wheel* Taskmaster UK TV RPF or *continues to spin the wheel* Polygon (web series) RPF. You all shake each other's hands and go "man I really like [person/character] and I think about them a lot" and someone else goes "I also think about [person/character] a lot and I think that if he was a warrior cat he would be a kittypet" and someone else goes "I think if [peson/character] would boil an egg the egg would explode cause he's really bad at boiling eggs" and you go "go on". You are all silly together, and you are all doing fiction, and you go on your merry way.

Like that is A Thing People Do On The Internet, and that stays in its its designated space, and that's fine. Might not be your jam but it's fine. That is not more weird than inventing an elaborate imaginary religion for a minecraft world, or working out the emotional nuance of an arranged marrige au between fictional detectives, or carefully making an elaborate interlocking series of stories where someone from a children's cartoon is horribly tortured, rescued, recovers, and gets their vengance. All of that looks weird from the outside, and is a fine and honourable thing to do in your little circles on the internet.

The part where this becomes a problem is when you take your fiction (lies we tell recreationally) out of the designated circle of people enjoying the fictions, and you shove it in the face of the person it's based on, and go "do you like this" or "is this okay" or "I found this and I think it's bad is it bad".

When you are doing the fiction you are engaging with the person as a character which is like, fine, and a truthful reflection of how much you actually know them (not at all, you don't know them), but in shoving it in their face you are going "I don't know you but I want you to react to this for my entertainment/justification, because I think this reflects on you, and apparently I think I deserve your time and attention, and also I think I already know how you're gonna react and I'm gonna use it for my callout posts", which is like, so much ruder than just making fictions about people you don't actually know.

Like writing a superhero au about the person you watch video game speedrun— based. Love the imagination. That is making something from nothing, a great creative act. I could not do that at all but I salute you.

Telling the speedrunner about it? No were you raised in a barn. You are not writing it for the person to approve of— they don"t know you— you are writing it for fun and the enjoyment of other speedrunner enjoyers. Keep it locked down.

As long as we're all aware that RPF is fiction, and we keep it in circles where we're circulating it as fiction— ao3 archive locks exist for a reason! this is not something you want to show up on a google search!— this is just a thing people do for entertainment. Don't bring it up to the person it's about, and you're fine.

And I've been thinking about this because like, I don't think what I'm writing is RPF, but BOY from the outside people seem to think it is! Including the creators! Which means that even while I'm doing my best to adhere to character beats from the story and not just streamer personas, and differentiate between the dude in england and the dude in 3rd life, also I should be aware that if the creator hits it, he's probably gonna think that I'm just writing this about him.

Things go SO MUCH BETTER if the creator only finds it if he goes "huh I wonder what people are writing about me" and deliberately goes to look for it, not if he's just going along thinking about disney movies and someone comes screaming into his field of view like "people are writing about you on the internet". And then he's gotta deal with the ways he's percieved, and whatever weird warrior cat situation people were putting him in, and the fact that people don't know him but think he can't boil an egg, and the 3rd life cannibalism aus, and and and— it's a mess. Please don't do that.

All of this to say A) RPF is fine actually that's just like one of the ways storytelling works— we're not writing RPF but it isn't the devil either. B) STOP TELLING PEOPLE ABOUT FANFICTION.

[scryarchives]

OMG i just taught of this in my head its alright if ya dont wanna write it but NANAMI AS A FATHER HEADCANON cuz like man will be dedicsted to making sure his child has a goos life (and not be like gojo)

my masterlist !

✭ pairings: platonic - dad!nanami x daughter!reader

✭ warning: nanami's probably out of character, pure fluff, fem!reader

✭ word count: 1.2k words

HII OH MY GOSH, thank you for the ask!! okay so this is my first ever hc request and I ABSOLUTELY ADORE the idea of this!! I hardly ever write 'x reader' content, but I really might just start doing it for the platonic reqs! I really do think Nanamin would be the best dad ever, but Gojo would definitely be a great parent too considering that he does believe that children should be allowed to be happy without having their childhood taken away! Anyway, I've yapped enough, here are the Dad!Nanami Headcanons! Enjoy!

𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 | 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Dad!Nanami who:

✧ Raised the baby left on his doorstep, crying and swaddled in cloth with her heartbreaking screams of hunger and lack of love filled his ears. ✧ Instantly checked on her condition, considering the baby’s cries, he couldn’t tell if perhaps she was injured.  ✧ Once he figured out she was fine, he instantly rushed to the store with the baby in his arms, rushing through each aisle to hunt for baby food. ✧ Bought the food the moment he spotted it, adjusting her in his hold as he quickly paid for it, sitting on the ground outside to open the food and feed the starving child. ✧ Softens the moment he hears her cries stop, her big eyes staring up at him intently with her remaining tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.  ✧ Smiles a little the moment he sees how quickly she devours the baby food, showing how hungry she really is. ✧ Thought maybe parenthood isn’t as bad as it seems.

✧ Feels pride bubble up in his chest the moment she begins to walk, her smile wide as she wobbles towards him, his arms wide open as he speaks to her with soft encouragement, “That’s it, step by step.” ✧ Scoops her up into a big hug the moment she’s a few inches away from her, her little giggles of amusement bringing her so much joy. ✧ Doesn’t mind doodling silly little things with her, scribbling down on a paper whatever she asks, as long as it’s after work hours, despite his urge to bend the rules for his little girl. ✧ Brings her to work as long as he’s not on a mission (because really, who in the right mind would put such a precious being in harm’s way?), just to make sure that she’s safe and sound. At least she’s with him, and he can keep an eye on her. ✧ Knows he can trust his baby girl with Gojo’s students when he needs to go on a mission, and never Gojo, even if Fushiguro did turn out the way he did under Gojo’s care. ✧ Would make the three teens promise not to let Gojo within a five-foot radius of his little daughter because he knows it would mean nothing but trouble (who knows what really goes on behind those blindfolded, blank eyes.) ✧ Is nothing but touched to see how the three students cared for his little girl so carefully, seeing her resting on Itadori’s chest as they sleep on the couch with the hushed noises of children’s cartoons in the background from the TV. ✧ Tucks her away before gently placing a warm blanket over the three students who he clearly cared for (he’s never explicitly said so, but they all know it). He’s nothing short of grateful for their help babysitting the precious little girl in his life, and he sees her as his own, not caring for the fact that she was just left on his doorstep. He can’t wait to see her grow.

✧ Tears up a little behind his glasses as he drops her off for her first day at preschool, his face stoic as ever as he wonders where all the time went as he watches her skip off to class, waving goodbye to him. ✧ Wishes that time would slow down just for a while so he could read her bedtime stories and notice the tiny things she does to try and make his day easier. Always his little helper, she was. ✧ Can’t wait to pick her up, packing up fifteen minutes earlier from work just to collect her on time, turning to Gojo with a glare as the white-haired man smirks, entertained to see his junior so caring and paternal. ✧ Arrives at her preschool just a minute early, waiting at the school’s gates as he hears the bell ring, the cheers of other kids rushing out like water from a broken dam. His eyes immediately rush to find her tiny figure, and he bends down, recognising the top of her head through the sea of children. ✧ Listens to every little thing she tells him, from what she saw in the class to the friends she made – even the tiny ants she saw at the playground during recess. ✧ Smiles the moment he sees the drawing she did in class of a poorly-drawn him and herself (he doesn’t mind it one bit), just proud to have been involved in her growth. ✧ Frames the drawing instantly, and though it’s a little big, it sits on his bedside table, right next to his wristwatch and glasses. ✧ Has no hesitation to put aside whatever housework the moment she asks for help with homework – math specifically. ✧ Is as patient as he can be, explaining the basics clearer for his precious daughter to understand, helping her with the first bit before letting her try it out on her own. He’s positively glowing with pride when he checks through her homework, finding it all done correctly. ✧ Ruffles her hair as she grins with a laugh as he gives her his rare words of encouragement, “Great work, kiddo.” ✧ Sees her with a gold star sticker her homework the next day as she runs to him after school, her maths worksheet waving in the air as she jumps into his arms. ✧ Is nothing but satisfied to see her beaming with pride at her efforts, and relieved to know that he’s doing a good job so far.

✧ Finds himself stuck, struggling to explain where her mother is as she peers curiously up at him, his daughter now up to his hip. ✧ She’s grown again, and her increased height followed her curiosity as she asked more questions, and noticed more things – well in this case, the lack thereof. ✧ He simply replied with a, “It’s always been you and I.” Relief fills him the moment he sees a nod in understanding, but the thought keeps him awake at night. Eventually, he’ll have to explain, it’s always the hardest thing to find out how to do it. ✧ Finds out why she asked as he spots a little worksheet on her desk, his brown eyes widening as he recognises it as a family tree. ✧ Two of the slots are filled, but the rest remain blank, and he feels nothing but pity, a sigh escaping him as he picks up the sheet of paper. ✧ Plans to tell his daughter everything that night, preparing her favourite dishes and desserts, but his nerves are getting to him, resulting in a tense silence as he sits at the dining table, waiting for her to finish her shower. ✧ Notices the moment passes as she sits down, digging into her meal as he clears his throat, finally finding it in him to speak. ✧ Watches every twitch of her eyelid as she blinks, waiting for some sort of reaction from her, hoping that she’d take it well. He’s not sure of what he’d do if it all went south. ✧ Is silent by the end of the explanation, waiting, gauging for her voice to say something, but all he can see are her big eyes staring at him. ✧ Is caught off guard when she says, “I don’t need any other family, because I have you, Dad. I don’t care if I’m adopted or not, you’ll always be my dad.” ✧ Feels his eyes water, his arms spreading open to pull her into a hug. It’s uncharacteristic of him, but for her, he wouldn’t care. She’s his daughter, his little girl, not bound by blood but by bond. ✧ Would want nothing more than to hold her in his arms, wishing to protect her from every little bit of harm because that’s what you do with things you adore, with the things you treasure – and she’s everything to him, his baby girl.

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[rad1og1rl]

“jupiter was supposed to be a star,”

and jason was supposed to be Robin.

you knew it was a silly quote. just some social media trend to make you think about your favorite characters from books or tv shows, some food for thought. but you didn’t think the first person to come to mind was going to be jason. your missing ex-boyfriend. while others thought he was dead, you held out hope.

he’ll be back one day. you’re sure of it. hopefully. even though it’s been months now. you’ve lost count…. the days without him blurred together. life became bland without him.

he surely couldn’t have been a failed star… he was your star.

you think back to a book you had read. one he teased you for as you went on a date to the local gotham library.

the little prince. while jason had opted for his english classics, plucking a jane austen book off the shelf, you grabbed the children’s book, the simplistic art standing out to you.

it was a small book, pictures on almost every other page, more akin to doodles than art in your opinion, but the simplicity captured you.

you and jason had found a quiet nook to sit and read, and it was nice to enjoy each other’s presence, and to indulge in each other’s interest.

the hot cocoa you brought to share surely sweetened the memory too, as it accompanied the frigid gotham weather.

this was probably your favorite date jason had taken you on, you mused to yourself whilst you were lost amongst the story of the little prince.

you found… comfort, in the story of the young prince. he had a rose. and the rose was special, because it was his rose.

you looked up from your book, to jason in front of you, who’s mouth was set in a small smile as he glanced up to meet your eyes.

“you know you’re special , right?” you asked him, locking eyes with him.

he furrowed his brows, and blew some of his black strands of hair out of his face. “what are you talking about?” he asked, skeptical as he set his book aside after doggy-earring a page.

“you’re special … because you’re my rose. like the little prince, his rose is special because it’s his rose. his rose is like no other rose, because it’s his rose. you’re like no one else jason, you’re my rose.”

jason’s face flushed a deep shade of red, and he looked off to the side, a boyish grin creeping onto his face.

“i don’t…. i don’t even know what to say to that.” he muttered, looking elsewhere in embarrassment. he quickly stood and rounded the table, bear-hugging you and nuzzling into your neck as you giggled.

looking back on it…. that was one of your last days with jason, before he disappeared. you had both been in highschool, and jason had loved you so much…. he trusted you to know he was robin,.. and that he worked with batman.

one of your last days with him. and your favorite date with him.

god, you missed him so much.

tears had crept into your waterline, as you continued to walk through the cold streets of gotham, gloom hanging in the air throughout the gray city, as a storm soon approached.

it had almost been a year. where was your star? where was your rose?

before you knew it, tears had trailed down your cheeks and you arrived at the gotham library , where you had that date with jason.

subconsciously , you suppose he had led you here. you wanted to believe that. you really did.

as you wiped your tears, you headed straight for the children’s section, where you had found the little prince all those months ago.

you gently pulled it from the shelf, blew the dust off like you had previously, and found the nook you and jason had sat in last time. you slid into your spot, and opened the book to your favorite pages, which you had marked by a folded corner.

as you turned to a page where the little prince was with the fox, and folded up piece of paper fell from between the pages.

a ripped sheet of notebook paper, yanked from a spiral notebook like you had in school.

opening it up, you were greeted with familiar handwriting. but…it couldn’t be, unless he had left it there before he disappeared?

on the paper, jason had messily scrawled “i’ve missed you so much. i…. have endured a lot. but i’m back. i can’t… i can’t come back to you. not yet. but when i do, i hope i’ll still be your rose. i don’t want you to be disappointed in me, in what i have become. i love you. -sincerely, your rose.”

it couldn’t have been anyone else. he’s your rose. your star. even if… he couldn’t be the star he wanted to be. even if… someone else, was now the star that he was meant to be.

you hastily shoved the note in a pocket of your coat, and stood up from the table. closing the book and putting it away, you left the library and headed for the subway.

jason was back. but where was he? and what was he talking about?

boarding the subway, and grabbing onto a pole for balance, you exhaled a shaky breath.

your rose was back. and it had almost been a year. when will he find you? you hope he will return soon.

your thoughts are clouded as you head home that day. gotham’s subway had never been so slow. sitting down, the subway started to move and you shut your eyes.

your rose is home. hopefully, he’ll be home with you soon.

[snackugaki]

idk man, softshells are vicious

*continues screaming below the cut*

ololololollollolooll— the peepaw multiverse tried to infect me with a sad, embattled f!Leo but my body ended up forcing it to mutate because while I love a good soul-crushing angst premise, I’m a comedy and rule of cool girl at heart. and like... war feels like constant sorrow, grief, unending violence and fighting but... it isn’t, there’s lulls and quiet moments and your siblings don’t stop being siblings even then, especially then

and to clarify, all that weird shit the kids might have heard about Next Mutation, love triangles, Donnie and Venus fighting etc. take it from me, someone who was the target tv demographic when it was first airing, it wasn’t that bad. it was bad because it was just really bad children’s television during 90s Turtlemania. Just real corny shit (affectionate). Fighting dragons with a widow’s peak to rival Vegeta’s, vampires who look like if Betty Page and Prince Adam made a baby in the lycra section of Hustler Hollywood, just terrible fun with 90s children’s tv production values.

however when I rewatched the show as an adult (after finding my soul when it cringed out of my body and across 293740293751 dimensions), one of my takeaways was Donnie and Vee absolutely were BFFs, it’s fun it’s silly and goddamnit I am a little tired of tech vs magic, why not tech and magic? a bitch loves a good team up with unlikely partners is what I’m saying. IDW Donnie and Venus shaping up to look like best buddies too, maybe, hopefully, wishing. but if any iteration was gonna have the besties/worsties dynamic, i’d feel like it’d be Rise.

...

i need you all to understand that Donnie is not running around naked in my future au, it’s just I started sketching before I realized I’d have to design a future!Donnie.

... i mean I was going to for the fun but I just really needed this out of my brain first. so like... pretend he’s wearing something cool pls, thnks.

[ghostfingies]

I was 10 when the 2005 Doctor Who reboot aired and I spent all my teen years deep in tumblr fandom hyperfixation. I was queer and autistic and didn't have the language to understand that yet, but something about DW and the fandom GOT me.

Captain Jack Harkness was the first canonically queer character I ever saw with an on screen gay kiss. Billie Piper and Karen Gillain were among my first crushes when I realised I was queer at 15. TV was so different back then but the queerness always shone through and made me feel safe and seen.

And now at 28, to see the new special proclaim that loving and supporting trans children is the most important thing in the world, that living beyond the binary isn't just valid but brilliant and exceptional, that The Doctor is and always has been queer even though they couldn't always say it and now they can, that yes we fans were right to see ourselves reflected in this show all these years, that is EVERYTHING to me. That fills my heart with more queer joy than teen me ever could have imagined. The new specials are silly and camp and poor quality and sheer fanservice and so in line with the original spirit of Doctor Who and my inner child is healed.

inspired by @nonbinaryricstar

[strawbeerossi]

Here Comes The Sun

Pairing: Fem!reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Two years after the tragic loss of Noah is spent with healing and love and filled with light. The Reid's welcome two new children into their lives: Stella and Milo. On the second anniversary of losing their oldest son, the parents decide to take a trip to a place that is filled with loving memories.

Content Warning: There are mentions of mending a failing relationship, reader and Spencer are attentive to one another this go around, there’s a brief mention of guilt due to reader being pregnant again and having another child but it isn’t too long, there are a lot of flashback sequences, Penelope and reader are best friends, there’s happiness for once, then of course a nice big fluffy bow wrapped around this work with a little dash of angst glitter dusted on it.

Word Count: 2.9K

Part one

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The italicized bodies of text are memories. I had to end on a memory because I thought it was fitting. Besides, it would be Penelope’s favorite memory and I couldn’t resist.

Another request from the lovely @lucreziaq2001! 🩷

Two years, eight months, three weeks, six days, ten minutes and two seconds.

That’s how long it had been for Spencer and Y/N to slowly adjust to their lives together, adapting to the life of being a husband and wife again, enjoying one another’s company and love.

Their time was spent together, Spencer happy to watch whatever trashy tv show that his wife settled on, or Y/N was happy to sit and listen to her husband read something interesting to him.

They were able to laugh together, cry together, even sleep together in their shared bedroom after months of having to sleep separately.

There was healing, progress that was making life worth living again.

No more tears of agony in a separate room, both spouses longing for the loving embrace and soft words of reassurance.

As the seasons changed, life got more bearable. Spencer had begun working appropriate hours, not staying longer than he had to when he got the luxury of going home due to not being on a case. He wanted to be home with his life partner, enjoying the warmth and comfort of her presence.

It was a bit silly but he felt like he did years ago when he first met her. There was excitement to text and call her, to tell her about his day over dinner. He felt alive again.

Y/N was no different, back to her smiley self as she had made peace with Noah, their little boy being present in the rainbows that shone over Quantico after a heavy rain or even a light sprinkle. The tears never dried, yet she knew that she’d be okay, that Spencer would be okay.

There was no replacing what they lost.

It was an autumn morning whenever she had paced around the bathroom, her hands over her mouth as her hands were clamped over her mouth, tears drenching her cheeks.

Five pregnancy tests – all positive.

Part of her was ecstatic, another part of her was feeling immense guilt. There was a thought lingering in the back of her mind of everyone being upset with her. She was terrified of the other dark thought that would loom over her forever; another loss to get over.

She was in the bathroom for hours, so long that she didn’t even realize that her thoughts had encompassed her, having her sit on the bathroom floor until it was time for Spencer to come home a few hours early from a more quiet day at the office.

The first emotion that washed over him was worry. Every light in the house was off, there was silence. That was never a good sign, especially after the way he nearly lost her before.

After a panic inducing search around their shared home, he found her curled up on the bathroom floor. As he cautiously approached his wife and kneeled down beside her, his hand was resting against her shoulder as he soothingly smoothed it up and down her back.

There was a tearful admission of Y/N being pregnant again and she looked like she’d been bracing herself for the worst reaction, even though she knew her husband well enough at this point to know he wouldn’t be angry, nor would he snap at her.

Instead, they held each other on the bathroom floor, the tears of relief falling from the wife’s eyes while tears of joy were falling from her husband’s eyes.

They couldn’t replace what they lost and they knew that but this was going to be a new journey. Grieving parents being able to extend their love and share stories of their oldest child who’s spirit lingered in the house.

Life had begun to lighten up, getting better with each passing day. She’d almost forgotten the excitement of being pregnant, feeling the little kicks or the way that she would giggle as Spencer would get kicked in the mouth when he tried pressing kisses against the swollen baby bump.

However, the real shock didn’t come until they were at a doctor’s appointment, listening to the sound of the baby’s heartbeat, another one being detected. That coupled with the sonogram that showed that there were two in there had both parents looking at each other with wide eyes.

Two babies.

They had thought they prepared enough, reading numerous books on multiples and thinking of names that meshed well together all the while there was the feeling of warmth. A family of five.

Y/N always wanted a big family and this meant they were nearing the stages of that coming to fruition. She always thought four children was the perfect amount to classify a big family, however she’d be willing to up that number if it made her husband happy.

As the days turned to weeks, this pregnancy opened many doors that she didn’t face the first go around. For starters, she was sporting a bump very early on.

However Spencer had a whole explanation for the reasoning behind that,

“That's because once your abdominal muscles and skin expand during pregnancy, they're never quite as taut again.”

Which made sense given the abdominal muscle that went hand in hand with pregnancy had already been stretched out the first go around, leaving her body to proudly display the life that had been growing inside of the woman.

As the time went by though and the beautiful twins were brought into the world, things got better. They were fraternal twins; Stella Rose Reid, then they had Milo Walter Reid. They both had a head full of brunette curls and the same beautiful hazel eyes that their father shared. Stella was the loud one, knowing exactly how to get the attention of both parents within the snap of a finger. Milo, however, was the quiet one, he rarely cried and mostly resorted to soft cooing.

As they grew from newborns to infants, their personalities shined just as bright. Stella loved Spencer, sometimes Y/N would joke that she loved her father more. She was the first to begin crawling, her father coming in after a week long case was what motivated her to bolt towards him.

“Look at her!” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh as she watched the little girl scurry over to her father as quick as her little body would take her. “Daddy’s home, isn’t he?” She gushed fondly, looking to Milo in her arms as he was peacefully sleeping, a fist full of his mother’s shirt as if he would be taken away if he dared to let go.

“Hi, Stella!” Spencer's voice was high pitched, the excitement in his tone making the baby squeal with her own matched happiness while holding her arms up towards her father as she was seated by his feet. “I’ve missed you too, my little star.” The father grinned, nuzzling his nose against the chubby cheeked baby while kissing the top of her head.

“I would squeal and greet you but the little man is knocked out cold. They got into a little argument over those teething keys earlier, poor bub got smacked in the head.” The mother spoke while standing from where she was seated on the floor, greeting her husband with a kiss like she always did.

“Ah! We don’t hit bubba!” Spencer narrowed his eyes at his daughter, making the little girl match his look while babbling in her own language, almost as if she was arguing with him. “You better be nice or I’ll ground you until you’re eighteen.” He warned, a chuckle leaving his lips.

Y/N would like to think they did good, always making sure their children were well attended to, however she could admit she was reminiscent of a helicopter parent. Her therapist assured her it was normal, given the circumstances of the loss of their oldest child.

As the twins were hitting the nine month milestone however, there was a tight feeling in their mother’s chest. The day they turned nine months also fell on the two year anniversary of their brother’s death. It was a hard enough day already, this being the second year without him.

Spencer had already used some of his leave for that day as well as the next, just wanting to be with his wife and children for the time they needed him most. Besides, he could answer calls and give insight if the team really needed him.

The morning of the anniversary was a little different than any other day. Spencer made sure to get both of the twins and he was the one to get them situated before making breakfast. The day wasn’t gloomy, there was no rain. It was going to stay a good day, one where they could discuss the life of their son and reminisce on old memories.

Spencer even invited Penelope over to spend the day with them.

It was no secret that Y/N was friends with the team, getting to know them and their families as the years passed by, however she’d grown the closest to Penelope, mainly because they could’ve been the same person with the way they both acted. They’d bonded easy, mainly over their love of all small and cute animals, bunnies being something that they both adored.

“Are you kidding?” Y/N laughed while looking over the bunny stuffed animal, the “push present” that the loveable insisted on getting, the little doll being special for their shared bond.

“I told you that you deserved it! Reid has a huge head, so I can only believe that baby Reid was the same way. No offense to you, my precious little muffin.” The blonde cooed while looking over the infant sleeping in the cot beside the hospital bed.

The twins had their own special things though, Stella having a stuffed owl from her aunt Penny while Milo had a stuffed duck, the two being in love with the plushies to the point where they couldn’t sleep without them.

The knock on the front door had Spencer hurrying to the front door, a smile on his face once he pulled it open to see Garcia. “Hey, thanks for coming! I’m pretty sure Y/N is still asleep but she’s gonna be thrilled to see you. Come in, come in.” He stepped out of the way.

Both the babies were excited upon seeing the aunt that spoiled them with love and attention the most. All the excitement was enough to get Y/N out of bed, the woman rubbing her eyes tiredly before she was heading off to get herself dressed before joining her family.

Seeing Penelope had the woman grinning, hurrying over to hug the woman who she hadn’t seen in quite a while. “Hi! How are you?” She asked as she was kissing her friend’s cheek.

The greetings were extended over breakfast as they both told one another about the busyness of their lives, whether it be working for the FBI or chasing after two very hyperactive nine month olds who could crawl and tear up anything in their path. As cute as they were, they could be little hellions.

“So, I was thinking that we could all go to the lake. The one that overlooks the daisy field.” Spencer was the one to suggest the activity for the day. “I think it would be good to show the twins the place where Noah loved to sit. Plus, you know he loved to play in the grass.”

The suggestion brought a smile to his wife’s face as she nodded. “I love that idea. I’m sure Stella and Milo are gonna love playing with the flowers since they are growing for spring.”

So, that was just what they did.

They made sure to cover the two little ones in enough sunscreen for a full summer, which the two babies didn’t seem to mind all too much. The real fun was whenever they made it to the lake. Penelope had the blanket that they packed sprawled out on the grass, Milo being thrilled to watch the ducks as he pointed at them with excitement.

“Look at the duckies!” Y/N gushed while watching Milo happily clap his hands together while watching the birds on the water, the dimples in his cheeks on prominent display.

As the family was sitting in the tranquility of their surroundings, it wasn’t long until Spencer was turning his attention to his wife.

“Remember when we first brought Noah here? He loved putting his little feet in the water.” He offered a smile while chuckling softly as his wife laughed. “I do remember. I also remember holding him and you were going over to get water and then you ended up tripping and falling right in.” She let out a giggle at the memory.

“Holy shit this is freezing!” Spencer’s teeth chattered as he was quickly pushing himself from the cold lake, his once nice suit being soaked. “Language!” Taylor scolded between her hysterical laughter.

“You fell in slow motion!” She couldn’t stop, tears springing up in her eyes from the laughter as Noah’s head was tilting to the side in curiosity while looking at his father, a cheeky smile spreading across his little face.

“You’re both gonna laugh at me?! What the heck!” Spencer groaned, pulling a pout while heading over to sit beside his wife. “You’re lucky you’re holding him right now.” He muttered, though he couldn’t bite back the smile on his face as his wife and son were just laughing their heads off.

“You wouldn’t dare push me in, Reid.” Y/N’s eyes narrowed, a smile on her face while looking down at their little boy who had a wide smile on his face.

Just the mere memory had the woman laughing as she held Milo, almost like a mirror to the past of her and Noah. “I’ll never forget that. You looked like such a pouty baby.” She laughed. “Then you got a cold and it wasn’t as funny at the time. I had to take care of you because you’re a huge baby when you’re sick.” She commented.

Penelope was laughing at that. “What man isn’t a big baby when he’s sick?? I think it’s just in their genetic code, my love.” The blonde commented before blowing a kiss to Spencer as he looked offended at the statement.

“Well that’s not true at all!” He protested, waving the woman off. “Biologically, that’s incorrect. Not every man acts like that.” He huffed out before offering a smile. “Besides. Don’t act like I don’t have plenty of embarrassing memories of you where Noah and I got to laugh at you.”

“Noah! No!” Y/N squeaked out as she had her hands over her face, the little boy covered in lipstick after he successfully knocked it off his mother’s vanity. “My goodness, you’re a mess!” She sighed dramatically as she leaned down to pick her son up.

However, the baby had other plans as he was using her being off guard to his advantage, his hands quickly moving to rest against her face, leaving behind big red lipstick stains on his hands. “Oh no!” She laughed, the baby in her arms squealing with a giggle.

“Baby, I-“ Spencer paused, looking at his wife as he caught Y/N’s and Noah’s new looks. “Is this a new trend?” He asked, snorting out a laugh as he smirked over at his wife who was sticking her tongue out at her husband. “You’re just jealous because we look pretty and you don’t.”

As the night went on, the laughter turned to panic. She couldn’t get the lipstick off of her nor Noah’s face. “Spencer! Help!” She called, using the rag to try and scrub the red off of their son’s delicate skin. However, there was a red mark left behind, the stain of the lipstick that was once there. “Help me.” She let out an exasperated sigh, handing off the rag.

Needless to say, both mother and son were covered in red lip stains for about a week.

“That was ridiculous. I threw that lipstick out the next day.” Y/N said, looking over at Penelope while laughing.

As the day went by and the sun began to set, the twins were laying in each of their parents’ arms while snoozing, tired out from all the excitement. “Thank you for coming by, Penelope. It’s nice to have you here.” The woman said softly, her cheek resting against her best friend’s shoulder as they watched the sunset over the lake in front of them. “Thank you guys for inviting me on this special day. I really do appreciate it.” Penelope spoke from the heart while letting her arms wrap tightly around the woman beside her.

“I’m so happy you let me be a part of this special day! I never thought I’d be the first one to meet baby Reid!” The blonde grinned widely, holding the newborn boy in her arms while kissing his head.

“Why wouldn’t we have you? You’ve been the best friend anyone could ask for, Penny.” Y/N smiled tiredly, exhausted from the hours of labor in order to bring Noah into the world, her eyes slowly closing as she was drifting off to sleep not too long after.

Spencer and Penelope were left to gush over baby Noah together, the man sighing in content as he let his finger gently brush over the baby’s chubby cheek. “I’m so grateful for you, you know that? Thank you for being here, for being there for Y/N throughout all of this. You have no idea how much we love you, Garcia.” The Reid father smiled, moving to hug one of his close friends.

“You’re part of the family, you know? No matter what. Even if you get tired of us.” He joked, making the blonde laugh.

[mariipun]

Adventures of Wally & The Gang (plus their Caretaker)

Adventures of Wally and the Gang (plus their Caretaker)

Associates Meeting (one-shot)

Warnings: None. Just fluff and funsies honestly; silly antics some of the cast members get themselves into. By no means are my interpretations in relation to Clown’s work, and therefore, not canonically based. Consider this an introduction to the whimsical one-shots to come with our dear Caretaker and the gang.

Word Count: 1,970

Brief Description: Set in the modern world, the Welcome Home cast is alive and aware, living alongside humans. And you have been contracted to be their Caretaker. [you are referred to by the puppets as “Caretaker” or “Care” for short.]

Dedication: @nonomives @kandavers

 *blows kiss* Wanted to give you both this as my debut. 

[I am open to constructive criticism, feedback and ideas! Please inbox me if you have any! I’m a bit rusty with writing, so I appreciate any insight]

In a world much like the Muppets, puppets co-exist with humans. Although the colorful ensemble of characters from the beloved children’s TV show portrays themselves as sweet, educational, fun-loving personas-- when they aren’t on the air, they happen to get themselves into quite a lot of mischief. And you, the lucky individual that you are, have been contracted as their Caretaker to ensure these chaotic puppet actors stay on schedule and don’t put themselves in situations that could cause bad publicity.

You walked off set after speaking to one of the producers as the show had wrapped up earlier than expected. This made it easier to schedule the upcoming appointments you had meticulously organized around the otherwise busy puppet’s schedules. With clipboard in hand, you made your way over to the break area, where most of the cast members were chatting with stagehands, makeup artists, or lounging in their deck chairs.

“All right everyone!” You clapped your hands together to garner the attention of the cast, all eyes turning to you except for Barnaby standing over the spread table, hungrily grabbing at the box of doughnuts one of the interns had placed out. You deadpan at him before shouting his name, earning an audible hmph?! as the blue mass turned to look at you, a sprinkled doughnut hanging from his mouth, with two others in hand.

“Okaaaay—now that I have everyone’s attention, we have an early flight to catch tomorrow for our meeting with our studio associates, which will take place later in the afternoon once we’ve arrived.” You scan the break area to ensure they’re still listening, amused by Julie and Sally as they respond with shared squeals, already chatting about plans to sightsee the area and meet their adoring fans. Their bubbly response caused you to grin momentarily, before turning serious.

“That means! You all need to be awake, packed, and ready to go at 6 A.M. sharp.” You say sternly, now earning loud groans from a few of the puppets.

“Okay, okay.” You waved your hand dismissively to the choir of complaints. You didn’t know why they were complaining, considering they usually wake up this early in the morning to start the show. Rolling your eyes, you let out a breath, mentally preparing for whatever shenanigans these puppets will pull on you later. “You guys have the rest of the day to relax since it’s only 2 P.M. right now. Just remember, we need to stick to the schedule. I don’t want to have to explain myself to the Manager if things derail.”

With a resounding “All right” from everyone, you went your parting ways and continued to work out the schedule’s details. “Also! Julie, you better pack light! We are only staying for two days, so don’t bring your whole wardrobe with you—again…” You called after her, ignoring her refusal to do so.

[Next Day: 5:41 A.M.]

You grabbed your duffle bag, slinging it over your shoulder before grabbing the briefcase on your way out of your small apartment. Before descending the stairs of the apartment building, you turn back in to grab your coffee, yawning in the process. “Ugh, gonna be a long day.” You murmur to yourself, the lingering drowsiness from slumber not yet leaving your body. You check the time on your phone as you take a gentle sip. You only lived a 7-minute walk away from the set, which you were grateful for since (1) You didn’t own a car and (2) The Studio provided you with lodging once you agreed to be the cast’s Caretaker. The pay was all right considering the added bonuses of what the Studio provided for you, although, it’s probably due in part to the various applicants that had been hired and then immediately quit due to their lack of ability to actually wrangle the cast from committing any sort of war crimes. (Guess the Studio needed to give some sort of incentive for someone to fill the role). Taking on the task was daunting at first since you quickly learned how eager the members were to push boundaries. You didn’t necessarily blame them for being curious since there was still so much of the world they wanted to learn about. Of course, this made your job more difficult to handle at times.

[5:53 A.M.]

You walked through the studio’s hallways, quietly greeting good mornings to other studio employees as you passed. The meeting location for everyone was in room 2A, usually reserved for auditions, but opened for you to ensure everyone came on time. Arriving at the room, you saw that most of the members had already arrived. Poppy, sitting comically large on one of the chairs and leaning against the wall as she continued to sleep. Barnaby and Wally both lazily tapping on their phones; Frank and Eddie who were both reading; Howdy who had just strolled in with a loud yawn, and…. Julie and Sally? Who weren’t even here yet. Of course, knowing them Sally would come in ‘dramatically’ late, as per usual, and Julie would usually stroll along. You greet those who were already there good morning, earning a few mumbled good mornings in return and a quiet snore from Poppy. You leaned against the wall next to the entrance, taking out your schedule:

6 A.M. - morning roll call

6:10 A.M.- arrive to cars

6:30 A.M. - board private jet

8:30 A.M. (projected arrival time)

9:00 A.M. – early check-in

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1:30 P.M. – production meeting

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5:30 P.M. – dinner reservation (for self)

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You nod, everything was still on track for the most part… Sally would soon come in beaming and entered the room with a loud, sing-songy “I’m here!”, followed by the same response as the heaving Julie dragged an absurdly stuffed suitcase in tow. The sudden intrusion caused Poppy to jolt awake, everyone else looking over as the pair came in. You glanced at the time, 6:12 A.M.

“You’re late…and I told you to pack light--” You comment, shaking your head gently as the two tried to begin explaining. Raising a hand to stop them, you turned to everyone with a small smile, went over the plans for travel, and ushered them all to the awaiting cars outside.

[8:32 A.M. Landing]

As the jet landed, everyone deplaned and entered the cars that would transport them to the hotel. Once you have all arrived at the hotel, you check everyone in, soon giving them each their own room keys on the same floor. You gave them all a nod of approval as you all entered the elevator and went up to the 14th floor. You all agreed to meet in the lobby after freshening up to discuss any further plans. As you waved to them, you entered your room and took in the welcoming atmosphere. Plush pillows, clean sheets, a stocked mini fridge, a desk, a great window view, and a bathroom full of high-quality amenities you would surely take back home. (No one’s going to miss a few small bottles of shampoo and conditioner anyway). You place your briefcase on the desk, plop the duffle bag on the chair, and throw yourself onto the inviting bed. With arms spread wide, you inhale sharply as you stretch, sighing in contentment for a moment. The temporary silence gave your much-needed overworked mind some peace, before going into the bathroom to get ready. You would soon greet everyone with a much chippier attitude as they had all been waiting for you in the lobby area. You took notice as more guests began to enter the hotel, some with young children excitedly pointing out Wally and the others, pleading to meet them as their tired parents tried to calm their resounding squeaks. It was times like these when you got a break, witnessing the excitement and wonder of fans felt endearing. You were with a group of celebrities after all. Trying to keep a low profile was, unfortunately, not an option in your field of work.

“So, what do you guys want to do?” Eddie inquires. Everyone began throwing out ideas, Julie insisting they go shopping; Frank, who commented on a museum exhibit; Sally wanting to check out the old (presumably haunted) theaters; Howdy and Poppy bouncing ideas about taking a tour downtown; and Barnaby mentioning an all-you-can-eat buffet. The overwhelming chatter droned out your thoughts as everyone turned to you, arguing that they “Should do this!”, “No, this—“, “Care, I want to—“. You tried hushing everyone as their voices became increasingly loud in volume, garnering more attention from the hotel guests as their rambunctious natures were disturbing the ease of the lobby.

“Hold on, hold on. We only really have three more hours before we go to the meeting, so we might not be able to do everything today—” You try to console everyone, your response not satisfying the puppets as they began bickering amongst themselves. You heard a few complaints that you were being too ‘strict’, too ‘uptight’, ‘just relax a bit will ya, we’ve got time’. You huff, knowing you needed them all together since they’d do ‘who knows what’ when apart from you. Maybe you should just ask to be promoted from Caretaker to Glorified Babysitter at this point, the title is more suitable. You attempted to hush them again, only to be met with more insistence that they do “this idea, or that”. You could barely put a word in as your eyes slowly fell on Wally, who in his usual laid-back manner, said nothing. Simply observing the conversations and locking eyes on you.

You could tell by his demeanor, mischievous grin on his face, he was brewing up a plan. Your eyes narrow, squinting at him as you both engaged in a stare-down. “Don’t—” You emphasized, everyone else taking notice and silently watching. “Wally. Do not—”

“Scatter.”

“I said-- Ah!--?!” Before you could protest, you were encased in oversized blue arms, Barnaby coming up to give you a hug from behind, his chuckles booming loudly in your ears. He picked you up slightly, your legs kicking as you tried yelling for them all to “Get back here!”. Both Sally and Julie bolted for the entrance, waving hello and goodbye to those they passed by; Howdy and Poppy scuttled away, continuing to chat; Frank and Eddie looked at each other before heading to the museum, as Wally sneakily exited stage left. You went limp in Barnaby’s arms, cheeks red with frustration as you slowly descended back onto your feet. He chuckled, patting your shoulder (insult to injury).

“You know kid, you should just take it easy. We finally have some downtime, just let ‘em go and have some fun. Same with you, see you in a bit.” He chimed, walking off to the hotel’s restaurant.

You stood there in defeat, running your hands up and down your face before pinching the bridge of your nose. As expected, it was gonna be a long day indeed.

[2:03 P.M. Associates Meeting]

“Shouldn’t they have been here already?”

“Yeah, I tried calling Care, but they hadn’t respo—”

You burst into the meeting room, hair disheveled, breathing heavy with Wally and Julie tucked under your arms while the rest of the members stood behind you with smiles and greetings. You stomped in, some of the associates just staring as you plopped the two in their seats as the others strolled in before settling down themselves. You said nothing, cheeks hot and nostrils flared before clearing your throat and smoothing your hair. You move off to the side, taking refuge in the seat placed against the wall. You finally slump, head tilted back and resting on the wall as the meeting began.

Yeah, you needed a promotion… and a raise.

[gravedigginbbydoll]

Plush and Vulnerable

Eddie x GN! Reader Blurb

Content: You collect plushies and are nervous about Eddie's first reaction to them. Short blurb. Pure fluff. Lots of Pet names.

You stand nervously in the kitchen, grabbing Eddie a glass of water and hoping he doesn’t notice the slight tremble in your hands when you hand it to him. It’s his first time visiting your place and you can’t help but fear the looming dread over the idea of showing him your room. 

It’s silly to think you’d be nervous about showing your sweet metalhead boyfriend something like your bedroom, especially because it’s not for the reason anyone would think. You weren’t nervous about ‘getting frisky’ as Eddie so dorkily put it, because you’d already crossed that line. And you weren’t nervous about your room being a mess, Eddie wouldn’t mind either way. 

You were nervous about showing him your room for the first time and getting looks of judgment or full on laughter to your face about the pile of stuffed animals accumulating on your bed. Sure, Eddie had gotten you a cute tiny teddy bear at a fair once, but he didn’t know exactly how many plushies you owned. They took up practically all the space on your bed, lined up like little soldiers protecting your pillows. 

You were well aware that most people at your age didn’t own that many plushies, nor did they sleep with them all huddled up around them like a fortress of stuffing and fabric. Hell, your last relationship consisted of your ex laughing at the mere amount of children’s toys in your room, claiming you were ‘dorky’ or ‘immature’. So you couldn’t help but feel nervous. 

You hand Eddie the glass of water, sitting next to him on the couch in front of the TV. He mumbles a thank you, gulping down the glass quickly before standing up, beaming at you. 

“So, when do I get the grand tour, sweetie?” 

You feel your face heat at the pet name and your insides twist. There’s no avoiding this. You try to paste on a smile, knowing it probably looks awkward and fake to Eddie. 

“Well you’ve seen the kitchen and living room…”

He grins still, winking at you playfully. “I know, sugar, but I wanna see where the magic happens.”

You twist your hands nervously and try to keep your smile from falling, ignoring your brain spurting out the 1,001 bad scenarios that could occur if you show him your bedroom. You turn away from Eddie and try to keep up the theatrics, your voice shaky. 

“Right this way, Mr. Munson.”

Eddie follows you as you walk towards your bedroom door, hands shaking and palms sweaty. You open the door slowly, breathing out a sigh to try and calm your jittery nerves. You then step inside, back against the door as you try to appear chipper. 

“Welcome to my humble abode,” You joke, shaky hands against your thighs. 

Eddie seems distracted, eyes twinkling with a sense of wonder and delight, his eyes exploring every expanse of your room from your walls to the floor as he grins. 

“It’s nice to get a peek into your mind, baby. It’s like I can see all the pieces that make you you here, ya know?” 

You nod and edge closer to him, scared that he’ll finally look at the pile of plushies stacked high on your bed. 

He walks over to the bed, picking up a cute stuffed rabbit and grinning, turning to you. His eyes sparkle with that boyish charm you know and love.

“Do they have names? Cause they definitely all need names.” 

You practically freeze on the spot, shocked by his nonchalant mention of the plethora of toys on your bed. He picks up another, this time a cute frog with fabric patches stitched onto it, cooing at the animal. 

“This one is adorable. I think we should go with Stitches… or Patchy? Maybe there’s a more frog like-” 

He’s cut off by your sniffling, tears racing down your cheeks as you try to regulate your breathing, shocked by your own crying. 

He looks to you, worry crossing over his face as he sets down the toys and comes to pull you into his arms, holding you. 

“Baby, baby…What’s wrong? Is it something I said?,” He asks gently, stroking your back softly as you hide in his chest, sniffling. 

You shake your head, sniffling and trying to answer through the tears, your voice coming out a little choked up. “I thought you were gonna laugh at me,” You mumble, tears still rolling down your cheeks. 

Eddie scoffs and kisses the top of your head, rubbing your back gently still. “And why would I laugh at you, sugar?,” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper but slowing your tears with its gentility. 

“I dunno…Because I have toys and I’m not a baby. I have all these plushies and I’m an adult. Some people think it’s dorky,” You mumble; your stomach twisting as your face heats up. 

Eddie laughs and you can feel his chest rumble, his tone light and amused. “Baby…I play D&D. I paint tiny models. Those are basically more DIY action figures. Liking things that are considered ‘childish’ isn’t dorky or weird. Besides, I think they’re cute,” He finishes off, smiling down at you, tilting your head up by your chin. 

Your heart flutters in your chest as you smile up at him, the anxiety and embarrassment gone. “Really?,” You ask sheepishly, still scared you may drive Eddie away. 

He nods, a blinding smile still on his face as he lets go of your chin, grabbing for your hand and squeezing it instead. “Really.” 

He lets go of your hand, clapping his own together and rubbing the palms together as if he’s trying to warm up. “Alrighty, now what are we going to name these little guys? I think that one should be Merlin because it’s a dragon and wizards have magic too, but maybe something like Flamebringer is more metal…” 

You giggle softly, your heart warming at the sight of your very tall and tough metalhead boyfriend trying to give all your plushies names that came off as ‘badass’. Now how you were going to tell him they already had names, you’d have to figure out next…

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Avatar: The Last Airbender Live Action Thoughts!

-First of all, ya'll need to leave those child actors alone, they are babies and they didn't write the show, nor was it their idea to do it. I have seen way too many people body shaming children; leave them alone they all did well!

-I think Gordon makes Aang just as cute and small and powerful as I always saw him as!! He manages to joke around and be fun even when the storyline is a lot darker and more serious.

-I really wish Sokka was able to be more of his goofy and silly self. I understand why he isn't, and his humor is more sarcasm and dark jokes, but I saw glimpses of him in there! His excitement when he was with the Mechanist, engineering and getting to do something other than be in charge. Also when he has any older brother convo with Katara or Aang. I'm hopeful with time he'll be able to loosen up!

-(Speaking of the Mechanist, my boy Danny Pudi was SO GOOD, I love him, him and his little son).

-I wish Aang would practice waterbending with Katara :( those scenes of them practicing together were always some of my favorites in the series. Just beautiful kataang moments. I'm glad they addressed it but I missed those moments.

-I don't understand how you guys can't be having fun watching this, I get so excited waiting for little moments of lore, or when Jet and Katara were fighting in the forest I was sitting in front of the TV like "WHERE'S SMELLERBEE AND LONGSHOT. OH MY GOD NO IT'S PIPSQUEAK!" It's just so much fun! The colors are beautiful, the effects are gorgeous, and the plot and characters are entertaining. Think about the piece as it's own thing and enjoy it!

-Adaptations are just that; adaptations, and things will be changed! I think so far I haven't minded their changes, I understand why they've been made. There are things to criticize, but I think this is pretty well done.

-Zuko is fantastic; I think all the child actors are fairly good but Dallas' pissy attitude and the faces he makes are so so fun! I feel for Zuko and I'm scared of him when he shows up, and he's just as annoying and bratty as ponytail Zuko should be. His physical motions are fantastic!

-TEO WAS SO LITTLE?? Oh my god, like as a kid I thought the cartoon version of him was kinda hot so when they wheeled that tiny baby in I was HORRIFIED.

-Idk why YOU ALL weren't scared of Lizzy Yu's Azula, but her little smile in her intro scene gave me a lil chill. Maybe it's because I was away when the show first came out so I saw post after post about how bad she was, but I just.... Thought she'd be worse?? She did really well! Ya'll better be careful though or Gaten Matarazzo will come for you, that's his girl.

-So far the mushing of plots has made sense to me. Yes, I miss the silly filler episodes and the traveling the Gaang did, but it allows us to sit in a scene longer, and to colorize the world better, when we're in one place and one plot for longer. I think that's important for this type of medium and this amount of episodes. They might be able to justify more next season if this show does well enough.

-I am OBSESSED with Zuko and the 41st division oh my god, what a fantastic and well thought out addition. The reveal, and they're bowing for him when he comes back was DEVASTATING.

-They we're GIVING us Sokka and Katara best sibling moments, I loved all of them. They are so cute, they just mean so much to me.

-I don't feel Appa or Momo as characters like I did in the cartoon. I'm hoping this can change, because rn they surprise me every time they get on screen. I'm like "WHAT- oh it's Momo, he's here." How are we going to feel Appa's loss as much as we did in the cartoon if they continue to like barely be in it.

-Ken Leung SLAYED as Admiral Zhao, I watched him go literally insane as the episodes went on.

-Aang's imposter syndrome and feeling of failure being focused on I will always enjoy, even if I hope he can be silly next season too. His entire character arc this season just made me want to cry.

-Bro the coloring during the the Siege of the North was A M A Z I N G. The way the color faded in and out with fireballs and the monster koi passing nearby, just so pretty. It looked awesome.

-Making Yue a waterbender? The best. Her freezing Sokka in place so he can't stop her? Heartbreaking.

-Iroh and Zuko paddling off looking for bestie Lt. Jee?? Okay.

-They really grew this show up for us adults that watched it in 2005 and focused in on the really painful moments, themes, and details.

[vyhalia57]

Although, I'm happy that Armie has been found innocent of all of those HEINOUS/TRUMPED-UP charges/accusations, I'm personally also quite sad for him. I wonder will he be able to sometime in the near future return back to acting. One of the reasons I LOVE plus ADMIRE himself much is not only because he is a VERY HANDSOME GENTLEMAN but because he is an ACCOMPLISHED ARTIST in his own right. The multifaceted characters he portrayed in his films fully display his acting range, bringing those to life from script to screen (on both stage, film and TV). Furthermore, from his IG photos and shorts , he shows that he is a very loving, caring plus nurturing father. His children, I'm certain, love their Dad very much. He has provided for them immensely as well, I'm sure. However, I've heard some rumors that: He might not return to acting. He might decide to embark on some other different profession for a change. If he does this--and I personally hope to hell not, though it is his life-- I for one will miss the FUCK OUT OF HIM! I say this (with CUSSES) because I was REALLY looking forward to sequels of "CMBYN" plus " MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E.". Moreover, the other projects (planned and upcoming) he would be auditioning for and winning those roles. I know it's quite silly, but when I read these rumored statements, I got depressed. I hope and pray that whatever Mr. Hammer decides to do, I, like his other LOYAL FANS, know that it will be beneficial for the health, self-care, and betterment for him and his family. [I'm NOT a CRAZED STAN, but---> He. Is. My. FAVORITE ACTOR!] PEACE OUT!

[shotgunbunny]

Imagine if curtis is a criminal/outlaw (roberry, murdering enemies typa shit) and he’s running thru the streets from the cops. He spots your house with the window open nd he jumps thru and finds you laying on your bed using ur vibrator 🫣🫣🫣 and you both end up having some good ass sex while the cops are out lookin for him lol

Nomad!Curtis is such a daddy I frothed over this idea😩 sex with Curtis is always good bestie😏 he's a big beefy man that is obsessed with you what's not to love

༻𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮༺

[warnings!!smut!!dubcon!! murder!!breeding kink!!size kink!! masterbation!!6'5 Curtis!! Nomad! Curtis!! Dark! Curtis!!]

You'd seen it on the news, a man on the run after killing the senator. Everyone was either incredibly happy or was incredibly sad. The senator was advertised as an ideal man for the rich while the poor saw him as a cruel man. You fell into the type where you saw him as cruel. Seconds later a text from your friend snapped you out of the breaking news.

he is so fit! he can't go to prison :(

haha ye.

You replied dryily, not because you disagreed. No rather the fact that you didn't want to be involved in anything political scared that the police might read your texts and arrest you for joining the revolution that was dawning.

You will admit the man was very attractive, well as far as you could see. They had only shown you a blurry clip of the man. He had shaved head and a sharp jawline that was further enhanced by his beard. He was muscular as well, you could tell from the strain in the bicep area of his shirt. Apparently he was 6'5, so many kept an eye out for a tall man.

You sighed and turned the TV off, and headed to bed. It had been an exhausting day. Working at kindergarten was fun but the children and the work could drain you, just like it had today. Too many loud children and little amounts of sleep never mixed well, so you decided to sleep.

As you got changed into your oversized shirt and comfy panties, you layed on your bed staring at the ceiling. Sleep wasn't finding you easy so you had to go to extreme measures. You pulled your vibrator out and took your clothes off. Needing to be fully relaxed to do this. You felt a cold breeze sweep around your room and your goosebumps raised while your nipples hardened. You couldn't be bothered closing your window so you decided to ignore it.

You chose a video to watch and when you found one that consisted of a tall man pounding a smaller woman, you clicked your vibrator on. You opened your mouth already feeling pleasure the second your vibe touched your clit. You lost yourself into a fantasy of a tall man fucking you silly and pressed your vibe harder against you clit. You hole was pulsing begging for something to be in it.

"Ehem." A deep voice surrounded your room and you turned your phone off and clicked you vibe off. You pulled your blankets all the way up and stared at the large, bulky form in your room. You let out a gasp about to scream, when the man moved fast and placed his large hand over your mouth.

You stared into his eyes. An ocean of pain hidden behind the pretty blue. You recognized this was Curtis. The murderer that was on the run. You eyes widened and he narrowed his eyes at you, you pussy getting wetter at how dark and mysterious he was.

"Listen flower, when I take my hand away, you won't say a thing got it?" You nodded your head and he peeled his hand away and stared at you. At smirk spread across his lips and you were in awe at how domainating he could be. You squeezed your thighs together, Curtis stared and watched the shuffling of the sheets from your trying to stop your pussy weeping.

"I didn't mean to disturb my little flower. By all means continue." You stared at him mouth agape. "W-what?" He got up and dragged the chair in the corner of your room to right in front of your bed. "Play with your pretty little cunt for me flower. Help relieve my stress baby." You weren't even thinking as you slowly pulled your blanket down showing him your breasts and then your weeping cunt. He let out a groan as you sat on top of your sheets and spread your legs.

You grabbed your vibe and turned it back on. This time everything was more intense. The forbidden nature of a man on the run watching you abuse your clit was making both you and your pussy drool. "That's it flower. Look at how juicy your cunt is. God makin me fucking hard as rock. What's your name flower?"

You whined your name at him only getting a deep hum back. You heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down and stared as Curtis got up. Pulled his trousers and boxers down and revealed his hard cock to you. He moaned your name as he stared at your pussy. "Fuck look at how tight you hole is, it's fuckin beggin me to plug it up with my cock flower." Your toes curled as your climax came closer, "You like that, you want me to fuck you little flower. Want me to make you my little woman huh?" His dirty words and the vibrations on your clit made you explode and you felt the bed shift and your vibe being wripped from your hands and thrown somewhere in the room.

You felt the tip of his cock sliding up and down your pussy lips before he sunk himself all the way in. He groaned as his balls reached your ass. He leaned down and stared at you, brushing your hair out of your face. "So fuckin' pretty you know that. Used to watch you, when you came into the bar dressed all pretty. Fuck now you're all mine." Before you could even ask what he meant with his cryptic words he pressed his lips to yours.

He swirled his tongue around in your mouth and you moaned as you felt his calloused hand travel up to your breasts and play with your nipples. He pinched them and rolled them groaning into your mouth and drowning out your moans. He pulled away, a line of spit connecting the two of you and he took your other nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard and flicked it with his tongue. He pulled away a smirk on his lips. He pulled his cock out so only the tip was left in and thrust back in. Your eyes fell into the back of your head and your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. You needed to hold onto the mountain of a man or else you'd fall out of the bed from how hard his thrusts were. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

You felt so small and his cock felt so delicious, you were in heaven. When suddenly you saw police lights you cunt clenched around him in fear and he groaned and burried his head in the crook of your neck, still thrusting his cock in you. "Be a good girl and ignore the police flower. Don't want them catching you being fucked by the big bad wolf." He whispered his words through harsh hisses and you could feel your climax growing.

He clumsily placed his calloused hand on your clit and began rubbing frantically. "Come on flower, fuckin cum around the bad man's cock. I'll fill you up, I'm gonna fuckin' knock your pretty ass up. And then I'm gonna take you with me. Gonna be my little wife." You whined you brain long gone and your pussy taking charge instead. You didn't hear his promises, you just felt your orgasm growing closer and closer.

"Gonna make you sit on my cock all the time, gonna have you stuffed all the time too. So be a good. Little. Flower. And. Cum." Your eyes rolled back and you pulled your legs down more, trapping Curtis in your hold. You coated his cock with a cry. Soon followed by a stuttered groan that left Curtis's mouth. You felt something coat your walls and you fell back onto the bed exhausted. You closed your eyes as Curtis leaned down and kissed your head. Whispering promises about keeping you safe and how he'll always take care of you and your future kids.

[recomvery]

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About me

My name is Caroline and I am 28 years old. I live in France with my fiancé Raphael (who is the love of my life) and his family on the countryside. I am currently finishing up a bachelor degree in early childhood and pedagogy at Uni and want to do a Masters in counseling. My biggest dream is to one day be a licensed counselor, have an office at home and my own business counseling people online, which lead me to create this blog and spread positivity and encourage people to be gentle to themselves. My passion is helping people accept and love themselves ♡ My biggest hobby is reading fluffy little romance books (about cowboys) on my kindle and relax at home with my cat Ursa. My favorite tv shows are Gilmore Girls, Jane the virgin, adventure time, and silly dating reality tv shows. I am neurodivergent & queer, I like to draw, film youtube videos, and make friends online.

Fun facts:

- I always wanted to get back into Taylor swift as I loved her as a child but I keep putting it off

- I don't like sad media of any form

- I am scared of Zeppelins and how big the Eifel tower is

- I love stardew valley

- pink roses are my favorite

- I'm literally incapable of doing math

- I like reading children's books

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