#idk why i never posted it

[taxkha]

Sorry Klavier, Im sure he will get it one day

[charamuscadmango]

🖼️

[pinkelotjeart]

my official persona character tierlist, no debate, i'm right

[d-issent]

Yeh but,

like I said before; surely Duke and Smudger didn’t just bicker constantly, if Smudger’s build date was 1885 (and then arrived on the Mid Sodor in 1897 give or take) he would only be 6 years younger than Duke, they’d be in the same generation for lord’s sake.

And like; according to the RWS, Stanley was converted into a pumping engine in 1928, and I’m guessing Smudger would’ve been turned into a generator around the same time, maybe after; (double whammy for the manager) so he and Duke would’ve been working together for about thirty goddamn years i’m,,, Surely, they didn’t dislike each other for three feckin decades, like maybe at the beginning, opinions and personalities may have clashed but Duke isn’t an asshole, he wouldn’t have doggedly refused to try and settle differences, Smudger might’ve taken a little longer to stop trying to get under Duke’s skin but - come on, t h i r t y years.

Sure grudges can be held for a long time but they would’ve both been young ish, perhaps Duke wasn’t quite as uppity, and maybe Smudger never grew out of his recklessness but I can’t see that one thing dictating how Duke saw him altogether, that would just be ridiculous, and childish.

My point is: They had to have been friends. Even if they were the ���bicker constantly but couldn’t do without the other,” type friends. And Smudger’s conversion into a generator was either something that Duke completely repressed, or was rewritten in his head so many times as a coping mechanism that it eventually turned into the story that he told to Stuart and Falcon x years later.

[captainkingsley]

Visiting Caduceus is a nice break for Kingsley.

He enjoys the time he spends with the rest of the Nein, of course he does. But there are always slip-ups. Someone calls him Molly by accident or references something from before he can remember, and it always hurts. Like a sliver he can't quite get out, a sharp sting of pain he can't describe.

Caduceus doesn't see that. He doesn't even see Lucien, actually, which is another comfort. He's got more of Lucien's memories by now, slowly creeping in despite his best efforts to push them away. Not because he doesn't want them, but more so that they don't influence who he is, so they don't completely overwhelm him at once. Like Yasha and Beau both said, he needs to continue on a better path, not the one Lucien took a running leap off the cliff of.

The memories aren't bad, for the most part. They're helpful, when they come in small bursts. A quick thought of danger and how to avoid it, or memory of how to use a skill he'd previously not understood.

Molly's memories are less helpful. They hurt more. Like an unfinished story still begging to be told, filled with love and ache that won't find solace. Brushes of hands or a closeness he's not familiar with, or playful jabs when he's more than tipsy. Molly's memories make him uncomfortable, because the Nein look at him and see them, too, and he always wants to grab them and say he's not me, he's not me, stop trying to put those memories onto me.

But he doesn't. He's an asshole, but he's not going to ruin the memory of a dear friend to the Nein in that way. Instead, he rolls with the punches, jokes around with them, and keeps it all inside.

Except with Caduceus.

Caduceus, who'd come around after Molly, had never met him, and had only seen Lucien without any of the biases or ties the rest of the group had. He'd welcomed Kingsley back into the Grove with no issue, no comment on his past, just a simple gesture and a mug of tea.

He likes Caduceus. Likes his family, too — they're more family than he's ever had, himself. He distantly recalls Lucien's family, but the memories of that feel sour. What little he can gauge of Lucien's parents isn't good, and his siblings, well —

He'd woken up one night after remembering Aldreda saying there's no room for you in my life anymore, and the memory had felt haunting and painful.

And he doesn't like to recall Elric. Sometimes he wonders how Lucien ever slept with those hollow, blackened eyes staring at him.

"You've got that look again." Caduceus says, looking down at Kingsley who's currently sitting in the longer grass of the yard, near the pond. Caduceus has finished his portion of re-casting the temple blessing for the day — how he has the focus to do it for so long every day, Kingsley will never understand.

"What look?" Kingsley asks, innocent as can be. He even bats his eyes to throw Caduceus off. Caduceus, however, has learned to read him, even his lies, and he's not swayed.

"You're remembering things." Caduceus says. "Which one this time?"

Kingsley grumbles to himself for a moment, settling back into the grass.

"Lucien."

"Good or bad?"

"Weird, mainly."

"Care to talk?"

"Already am." Kingsley huffs. But he gives in after just a moment. "Only if you make some of that tea we had last time."

"I can't guarantee it'll be the same," Caduceus says, reaching down to help Kingsley stand once more, "But it'll be close enough. And something to heal the hurt."

"Booze?" Kingsley says. Caduceus laughs.

"No booze. Just tea and a bit of talk."

"At least feed me if you're not going to give me alcohol," Kingsley says, following as Caduceus heads for the repaired home — the last several months, Caleb's old friends have been coming by to work on the home and the surrounding yard. They've done a good job, though the work will only be completed once Caduceus has finished his year-long spell.

"I'm sure we've got something." Caduceus assures him, and they head inside together.

[weewoobrainrot]

[korixae]

something something steddie fic modern setting with steve as an asmrtist. he’s relatively underground, only a small audience but he grows. eddie found his first video 10 mins after it was posted with 0 views while trying to fight his insomnia at like 4am. it was the best asmr he’d ever heard and he’d never fallen asleep faster. he watches along as steve’s popularity slowly grows as he hits each milestone. eventually they meet by chance and ofc eddie recognises the face and voice that have been lulling him to sleep for 2 years. a full circle moment at the end of the fic to him falling asleep to steve whispering something cute and lovey dovey in his ear in person. idk

[scoops-stevie-archive]

me: sitting at my desk, minding my business

my coworker, barging in: what is the appeal of dating someone older? like you're in your 20s and they're in their, like, 50s. like, the difference in life experience and the fact that they're the same age as my parents."

me, fork of roasted butternut squash raised halfway to my mouth and a raging daddy kink and attraction to older men: uh

[saphushia]

continuation/aftermath of danny pulling nightwing out of a dumpster

don't let danny fool you with his innocent geek act. that's a working ectogun that he made to look like a phaser. he's absolutely a geek but he's not innocent

[honeyhobbs]

Ok 141 beach day and everyone gets burnt to a crisp

[zosanbrainrot]

zosantober day 12 - spicy

mandatory supplies stop

[macksartblock]

weird timing but s1 dads and their bastard fathers (and frank)

[ash-and-starlight]

i have no particular ideas but i would die if you ever did griddlehark <3

not rlly griddlehark but u know what i do have some misc bone lesbians thingies laying around

[whumpbug]

this is probably an overdone trope but a personal fave of mine: whumpees with concussions

whether it’s from an explosion/accident or just a plain ol bonk on the kitchen counter. they’re my JAM

when the whumpee wakes up they’re confused and nauseous and disoriented and out of it. they’re not quite sure where they are or what happened but they do know there are gentle hands guiding them to sitting and muffled voices speaking to them

when the whumpee can’t vocalize anything except for ‘’my head hurts” because it does and they feel the unexplainable urge to tell the people around them that, maybe in hopes that someone will do something to ease the pain

whumpee being so exhausted but they aren’t allowed to sleep because it’s dangerous until they can get proper medical attention so caretaker (very reluctantly) has to keep resorting to increasingly uncomfortable ways to keep them awake (ex: slapping, pinching, shouting, shaking), which leaves whumpee whimpering and crying softly

when whumpee finally does get to sleep, it isn’t even that restful because caretaker has to wake them up every four hours and when they do they are greeted with the pitiful whines and groans of whumpees who just wants to rest

feel free to add to this (please do actually) but this has been in my brain and i needed desperately to share it with u all ദ്ദി´▽`)

[dukeofthomas]

Here's my controversial opinion; if you're trying to write Bruce as a non-abusive, good parent, you should also write him respecting his kids' privacy, boundaries, and not stalking&surveying them.

[tezzbot]

❗️New little brother Aquired❗️