#ignore Morg

[amplexadversary]

Okay this is getting fucking ridiculous, and I need to do some goddamn damage control.

I get unreasonably crotchety during the summer, and get the temptation to post salt like you wouldn't believe. Containment measures are required.

I'm inventing the fucking tumblr salt shaker so I can just shove all that shit in the replies to this post and not harass my followers and mutuals with negativity.

[neoncityrain]

damn, zorua pol be ANGY

Pol has a few, um.................

Let's call them "issues"

[rainintheevening]

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people.

Tagged by @sailforvalinor, and thank you this looks like fun!

Remember and Proclaim (Andrew Peterson)

All I Ask of You (Jackie Evancho)

Innocence (Nathan Wagner)

Níl Sé'n Lá (Celtic Woman)

I Still Need a Savior (Billy Sprague)

No Strings (Ed Sheeran)

Take Me Back Road (Tim & the Glory Boys)

How Great is Our God (Chris Tomlin)

Everything Sad is Coming Untrue (Jason Grey)

El-Shaddai (Amy Grant)

Voice of Truth (Casting Crowns)

Endlessly (Amaranthe)

Not Alone (Red)

I'm an Open Road (Paul Brandt)

Never Leave Your Side (Sam Tinnesz)

Good to Be Alive (Skillet)

Hoo boy, can I think of sixteen people?

@griseldabanks @kraytwriter @kingofattolia @catkin-morgs @clawedandcute @nerdychristianfanboy @steampunk-archer @sergeanttomycaptain @smhalltheurlsaretaken @scribblermerlin @authortobenamedlater @stainedleather @mrtobenamedlater @mrgartist @get-loved-nerd @a-fount-of-blessings (Ignore if this is a repeat tag. Unless you want to do it again. Up to you. :)

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quick, everybody sin while there's no pope looking

[lovewithmary]

(not) moving on — a max verstappen x stark!oc x charles leclerc series

★ fc: madison beer ☆ summary: evangeline "evie" stark is in love with her best friend, max verstappen, but he tries his best to keep her at arm's length. but what happens when she starts to get close to his fellow drivers in the paddock? ★ notes: early chapter bc I am too impatient so I’m taking the poll results as is and assuming charles is the winner. anyways, drama is happening!!!

previous next series masterlist

"Evie's baking,"

"We know,"

"My daughter is baking for two tiny villages or two super soldiers, and none of you thought to ask if there was something wrong?" Tony asked, watching as his fellow Avengers, his wife, and his youngest daughter were all eating the pastries that Evie had been baking since she got off the phone.

"Parker tried grabbing the spatula from her hand, but she threw a bowl at his head. But luckily his Peter Tingle saved him and he dodged," Bucky explained, mouthful with a slice of one of the cakes Evie made.

"I told you not to call it the Peter Tingle!" Peter complained.

"I think she had a fight with Max," Morgan's tiny voice piped up, oblivious to the heads that turned to her.

"Morg, why didn't you say that earlier?" Pepper asked.

Morgan blinked innocently and shrugged, then said, "You didn't ask,"

"Okay, who wants to be the one to ask her about Max?"

A tense air fell between some of the most powerful people in the world, only for them to touch their noses and say, "Not it!"

Unfortunately for him, Tony himself was the last one to do it, which made him curse. "I should've just stayed in my lab," he muttered but went to the kitchen to see that Evie was already starting another batch of cupcakes as if the pile of used cupcake liners between Steve and Bucky wasn't enough.

"Hello, tesoro," Tony greeted, concerned at the fact that Evie barely reacted at the sound of his voice.

"The dining room isn't that far from the kitchen, papa. I don't need to have powers or be a Super Soldier to hear you guys," Evie commented.

"So, will it be easier to ask what happened between you and Max that's made you spiral into a hurricane of frosting— is that macrons? When did you learn how to make macrons?" Tony asked, caught off-guard.

"Max and I had a little misunderstanding. And I didn't know how to make macrons until earlier," Evie responded.

"A little misunderstanding? You're taking over my kitchen with baked goods for a little misunderstanding?"

"I will find a way to bake you if you don't stop!" She threateningly responded, the aforementioned spatula Peter tried taking was in her hand menacingly pointed at Tony.

Tony raised his arms up in surrender, "I won't ask then. I will just be here, in the corner of the kitchen, giving you moral support," he said, taking a step away from his daughter and near the door just in case.

Silence fell between the father and daughter, Evie angrily making a bowl of frosting while Tony was thinking about whether or not he had to bring in Pepper for his own moral support.

That was until, "Do I insert myself into people's business too much? Is it something I do regularly?" Evie blurted out.

"I think you insert yourself into people's business when you think you need to. I don't think it's a lot, but then again, you help me with my business, so I can't say it's too much," Tony shrugged.

She groaned, not getting a clear answer. She should've known that her dad wasn't going to outright tell her when she was being too invasive. "I'm serious, dad," she told him.

"Did Max say something? Whatever he said, ignore it. He drives for a living, he's wrong no matter what,"

"I thought you liked Max. You've known him since he was a kid,"

"I don't like him if he makes my daughter upset,"

"Dad..."

"What did he say?" Tony asked once more.

Evie sighed before washing her hands and grabbing her phone from the pocket of her apron and then giving it to her dad, unlocked and the texts already on the screen. She watched as her dad's face turned angry.

"I'll shoot him out of the sky with one of my repulsors—"

"Dad, no,"

"He didn't have to talk to you like that! That little shit—"

"What do I do?" Evie interrupted him, knowing that if she let him rant, he'd end up wearing one of the Iron Man suits, already on the way to wherever the next race was.

"Do what Starks do best,"

"Which is?"

"To get under people's skin,"

[fuckingstrange]

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| Day19: stay awake |

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WARNINGS: Reader gets shot (gsw to neck), near-death experience, bleeding (no shit?)

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WORDS: 1,434

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PAIRING: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

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Ignore the fact that I'm literally procrastinating in making a Pt.2 to the Diana Reid fic..

Next fic gonna be based off that gif bc oh LAWD.

An Unsub stands in front of you, gun against your neck, the barrel cold against your skin. You don't back down, Reids words of warning threats to the Unsub going unheard.

“You fucking pussy.” You spit, the Unsub's face filling with anger as he presses the gun more against your neck, shouting “What the fuck did you just say!?”. You keep a blank stare, showing no signs of fear. “I called you a pussy. What, are you suddenly deaf? Being deaf would make it hard to hear the terrified screams of your victims that you love so much.” You taunt, the Unsub only growing more angry, trembling in pure rage.

Your words seem to be the last string, because there's suddenly a gunshot sounding throughout the room. You drop to the floor just as you hear a second one, Reid having shot the Unsub. Your head smacks against the floor, vision blurring as blood squirts from your neck. Reid is on his knees next to you, without thinking, using both hands to squeeze over the wound as tight as he can.

The bullet luckily only went through the side rather than center of your throat due to the Unsub’s rageful trembling, the clean enter/exit wound getting covered by each of Reids cold hands. He squeezes hard, a whine sounding from your throat when it nearly cuts off your oxygen.

He adjusts his grip, trying to make it so you can breathe better, but it doesn't help much considering blood is slowly rising in your throat. Panic sets in, you smack the cold concrete floor, trying to get Reid’s attention.

He hears your palm smacking against the floor, glancing over at your hand before looking at his own around your neck. Blood spills on the floor beneath your head, crawling into your hair and soaking into the fabric of his pants over his knees.

You whimper fearfully when the room seems like it's beginning to dim, smacking harder as it gets harder to breathe from the panic and blood rising in your throat. Reid’s eyes widen and he leans closer to you, whispering, “Hey, hey, you're okay. That's it. There you go, Flail, whine, cry, do anything you need to, just stay awake.”

You try to respond, though only end up coughing up blood. He loses any bit of fear of the biohazard that is being covered in your blood, instead pulling your head into his lap and keeping his palms digging into the wound from front to back. “It's okay, it's okay. Don't be scared, it's just a little blood. Cough it out, let it out.” He says frantically, much rather wanting you to get the blood out of your mouth than choke on it.

He looks around, wondering where the fuck everybody is, if anybody even heard the shot, because to him it was loud as can be when it went off. He swears that he can still hear it ringing in his ears. He glances over at the Unsub's now lifeless body, not feeling an ounce of remorse for him since he's the reason you're nearly dying in his lap.

His attention is pulled back to you when you reach up and begin smacking him on the leg, your whimpers beginning to get weaker and weaker as you try to alert him that you can feel yourself leaving. His heart sinks as he squeezes tighter, though all it ends up doing is making it harder for you to breathe.

It stops the blood, though. So he takes this as a chance to try and drag you the few feet out into the open, your nearly lifeless body being pulled out into the snow. You can faintly hear him start screaming for the team, and within seconds there's sirens all around. You black out for a minute, waking to see Hotch and Morgan stand over you, lifting you from the snow and pulling you towards an ambulance that showed up at some point.

You keep going in and out, and each time your eyes open, you see Reid right there with you, feel his hands in your hair, a gentle grip to try and soothe you as the paramedics bandage you up and try to keep you awake for longer each time.

You pass out a few more times throughout the five minute ride, once waking to the paramedic when they stick an IV needle in your arm, once waking up when Reid kisses your forehead, once waking when they're pulling you from the ambulance and wheeling you inside.

The next few days seem to blur together, you're basically left alone in a hospital room after your surgery, labeled as “too unstable” to have any visitors just yet. A nurse wakes you up by changing the bandages on your neck every few hours, over the next few days she has to change them less and less because of how it's healing, getting down to twice a day.

Once people are finally allowed to visit you, it's only two people at a time. First Hotch and Morgan came to visit you, spending an hour with you before heading out. Next you saw Garcia and JJ, each spending at least three hours just hugging you and making sure the nurse is treating you gently during bandage changes. You expected to see Reid that day, but he was nowhere.

The next day, fourth day rolls around, and you wake up to a knock on the room door. A doctor walks in, followed by your doctor, Reid. Your eyes immediately light up when you see him, arms flying open in hopes of a hug, to which he gladly accepts. He kisses your cheek, giving you a gentle squeeze while whispering, “Told you that you'd be okay.”. You just smile and pull him in for an actual kiss, hearing the doctor chuckle and comment on your eagerness.

Reid pulls back, taking a seat next to you and letting his hand rest on your thigh. You each look over at the doctor when he starts to explain how to care for your wounds, and you give him a slightly confused look. Then, it clicks. “I'm going home!” You exclaim happily, voice still hoarse from the lack of talking during your recovery. “Yeah, you've been here nearly a week and are healing up nicely, so we're letting you head out a bit early.” The doctor says with a smile, passing you the discharge papers, chuckling when you sign it as quickly as possible.

The doctor clears up a few more things, demonstrating to Reid and you how to change the bandaging and giving him a list on the things you should avoid to finish recovering smoothly. Like having to yell, eating foods you need to chew a lot, no pressure around the wound, can't move your neck too much, etc. He takes the papers and bids you good luck on your at-home recovery, exiting the room so you can get ready to leave.

Reid helps you get out of the hospital gown and into the clothes he had brought you, kissing you wherever he can besides your neck as he tells you how much he missed you during the four days he couldn't see you, also scolding you on your bold choice of words that nearly got you killed in the hands of the Unsub.

Reid slips on your shoes for you, pointing out that he's not gonna let you even lift a finger during your recovery. “I may have gotten shot in the neck, but that doesn't mean my hands are affected.” You groan, giving him a playful nudge. “Don't care, I'm still gonna take care of you. Now, come on. Let's go home.” He grabs a hold of your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours and pulling you out of the hospital room, eventually out of the hospital into the cold, snow-covered parking lot.

He gets you into the car, and before you can even fight back or do it yourself, he buckles you in. You smile at him, deciding to not argue with him on taking care of you, instead thanking him and giving him a quick kiss. He smiles back and makes sure your legs are out of the way before shutting the door, running around and hopping into the driver side. He throws it into drive and backs out of the parking space, leaving so quick you might as well think he's running from somebody. When, really, he's just eager to get you home where he can cuddle you and treat you like royalty.

[amplexadversary]

Honestly, I think if Rain Mikamura's issues were explored more rather than sanded down by both the show and fandom when they aren't convenient for a joke, she might have had a chance at being one of my all-time favorite characters.

I've alluded to the idea that bringing her jealousy issues to the forefront would thematically strengthen the back end of the show, and tackling her communication problems on the same level as Domon's would have made them work much better as a pairing.

(they have polar opposite issues where Domon needs to be told "hey, people would like to know this, so say it," while Rain expects people to read her mind) (I'd still ship her with Schwarz though tbh)

Also, she owns multiple guns and threw a wrench at Domon's head at one point. This woman is violent and repressing it.

FInally, there's the fact that Rain seems to think that she can, and is expected to, control the behavior of other people. Her meltdown over her father's actions where she concludes that she is equally responsible kind of suggests this, and she spends a lot of time trying to control Domon's behavior even when he's not doing something reckless. I would have really liked if the final arc had some kind of element of the inherent horror in taking that to it's logical conclusion, since we know the DG can literally control people.

I really think my biggest gripe about her is that most people follow the writers in pretending that the flaws they gave her don't exist, and without them, Rain is kind of a boring, can-do-no-wrong type that I really cannot stand, so as a result I can go between really liking her and avoiding the hell out of her.

[tealbeats-archived]

@withinchains cont.

She seemed angry—a response that he had expected from her with how he had been treating her. Avoiding her, saying things to her out of anger that a child shouldn’t be saying to his caregiver—his mother—and perhaps he had regretted them at the time. Perhaps he still does. He had reacted out of anger; out of fear—she was the only parent he knew. She had taken the boy from an orphanage at such a young age and raised him—raised him very well—and yet he was so obsessed with the fact that she wasn’t who he thought she was ( in his mind ) and that had bred a fear in him that he didn’t matter. How many times had she always been there for him? How many times had she helped him get out of a situation where he needed help? Every time—you couldn’t count it one hand. She was his mother—she loved him and he loved her, but Ezreal threw all of that away because of his insecurities and his fears and his emotional baggage that came from wearing his heart in his sleeve his entire life. The insecurities that he was only there for her image, that eventually he would have become this way because of her instead—

He was wrong. But it was much too late for him to have that revelation.

Those thoughts and those worries didn’t matter to him anymore. Nothing that had involved who he was prior to this really mattered. His so called friends, his mother, his life as a Star Guardian—he’d throw it all away for his new purpose, if he had to. Only one person—one being; the being that had turned him into this—mattered. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t come and see his mother. They were on the same side, now. Perhaps they could fix this after all. And if not, he wouldn’t care; his personality twisted into something sinister and much more dark from the pure, kindhearted boy he used to be. He was warped into something that one thought Ezreal would never become.

The clawed, shadowed hand curled and he pressed his chin against it, resting it against the arm of the seat he sat in, watching her carefully—listening to her carefully despite the eyes that flickered in his shadows, blinking and shifting before settling on her briefly. They closed; the shadowed half just that, now—wispy shadows that moved like a vigorous flame.

“Changed a lot more then that. Why’re you ignoring the elephant in the room? Last I figured, wasn’t this what you wanted? For me to see your side of things? To understand?” There’s a glint in his normal, purple eye—once baby blue in colour and filled with innocence and purity—now darkened and hardened—spiteful and malicious. The pulsating of light in his arm continues before he shakes it rather violently—angry, almost; causing it to stop for now, wrinkling his nose briefly before bringing his attention back to her.

“I over reacted, y’know. I shouldn’t have done what I did—Shouldn’t have avoided you, shouldn’t have been so harsh. I just didn’t get it, Morg—can’t you understand that?” It almost like a half assed apology, the way it comes out. Ezreal rises from his seat and steps towards her, the island the only think between them as he leans forward. He wants her to look at him—To see what he has become; to show her that this is what had happened in his time away. That this is who he was now, regardless of her influence.

“I met someone. Made things real clear about everything. Who I am, how people treat me. Turns out, I’m better off like this. You don’t look so thrilled.” He snorts, tilting his head softly to the side. “I thought you’d like to see me like this. Thought you’d be happy that I’m home, y’know?”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“Mom?”

[officialgleamstar]

Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jodie "Joe" Foster/Ron Stampler Characters: Jodie "Joe" Foster (Dungeons and Daddies), Ron Stampler, Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, First Meetings, Divorce, Angst and Humor, like jodie is so miserable but like. its sorta funny because its jodie, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff, henry nicholas morgan and glenn all have speaking roles, henry the most so LMAO hes driving the plot here Series: Part 3 of Travvy's Soulmate September: 2023 Summary:

soulmate au: when you meet your soulmate for the first time, you see a brief flash-forward of your future.

“Jodie! I didn’t see you there, uh, howdy!” Henry put a hand on his arm, jerking him out of his thoughts. He gave Jodie a terse smile. “Did you… say hi to Morg and Glenn?”

“What the fuck, Henry.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry! Merce said she didn’t intend on inviting anyone when we first came up with our plans, I didn’t think to ask her if that changed!” Henry waved his hands as he excused himself, nearly whacking Jodie with the exaggerated motion. “If you wanna leave early, that’s totally fine, but really, I think it’ll be okay! There’s plenty of other people around to talk to.”

Jodie looked at him for a moment, then looked around at the meager grouping of eight other adults and a gaggle of young teens.

“Have you ever met Samantha’s new husband?” Henry asked, voice weaker, and Jodie turned his gaze back to him. “He’s real nice.”

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day 3!! ignore the clock. ignore that its now 3am. its still the third in my heart and also my workshift ended at 12:30am

[this-daydream-is-dangerous-13]

AND THE BEST FUCKING THING ABOUT THE AOTY NOMINEES???? NO COUNTRY ALBUMS (or Foo Fighters)!!!!! So I would assume that Taylor has a high chance to get a lot of support from the country branch of the grammy voters. She is beloved right now, so I doubt they would steer away from her, especially after she re-released Speak Now TV this year, too (and man, was it successful!!!). I would assume also that the votes from the other music genre branches might get split between the other girlies, some of which going to Taylor too, so she definitely has higher chances of winning a 4th AOTY making history (or shall I say HERSTORY) as the only person to ever win 4 AOTY grammys. She's on the biggest tour of all time, biggest album debuts of her career in the span of a year, highest grossing concert film of all time, etc, dominating the music industry all throughout the year. IT'S LITERALLY HER YEAR. Even if it's debatable that Midnights might not be her best album (and some refer to it as MID 😒), there's still a high chance she might win.

Also, Morgan Wallen getting glossed over and left with 0 grammy nominations and 0 CMA wins even though he was topping the charts will make the BBMAs look like a joke 🤡🤡🤡🤡when he'll win certain awards over Midnights cause they erased a couple of its first week sales.

Taykarma and tayvoodoo are stronger than ever, and the Universe always works in Taylor's favor, even if that might not seem to be the case sometimes on a surface level.

These are such great, interesting points Anon.

Not gonna lie: was super pleased for all the nominations for women AND no Morg*n or Jas*n Alde*n. (Would have been ok with a Foo Fighters nod, because it was so f*cking brave to have that whole, difficult album about debilitating grief. Dave is a tender-hearted guy and he lost two of his beloved people—Taylor Hawkins and his Mom—within a couple months, plus all his unexplored Kurt grief. Just gutting.)

The nomination landscape does open the door for some fun possibilities:

- in a year that is just overflowing with badass women, have Taylor make HERSTORY, especially with the potential support of her country supporters (and those in other genres), by winning AOTY 4. It doesn’t have to be her best album—I’d argue that two that routinely are called her best have already won AOTY—just the best of the year/of those nominated and it could absolutely be considered that. (Also - Justice for Midnights! It’s terrific.)

- with cross-genre support, we see her finally getting SOTY. It’ll be days before she heads off on the major overseas thrust of the tour no one will ever forget, and an amazing achievement. More HERSTORY.

I guess we will see next weekend if Blondie effectively ignores the BBMAs because of them rigging sh*t against her.

Can’t wait to watch alongside you all.

Thanks for this ask.

[sillygoose-mt]

Well How Dee Doo fellow geese, honk🪿

Welcome to my flock, honk. Only silly geese allowed, though other feathered friends are permitted, honk 🪶

You may call me Ms Morg, honk

Just migrated from down south, back at home in my lovely nest in the city, honk

I hope you enjoy the art, honk. It is difficult to illustrate with only feathers, honk. Give my little ol' art a peak if you'd like, honk

Ignore the URL name, my name is Ms Morg. That's my name on here.

Thanks fellow feathered friends, honk 🪶

[morgan-weston]

PSU TASK 001: Character Sheet

Personal.

Name: Morgan Beau Weston

Nickname(s): Morg, Morgie, Big Mo

Age: Thirty-one

Birthday: December 13th, 1993

Gender: Cis man

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height and build: 6' 5"

Place of birth: Helena, Montana

Place of residence: Los Angeles, California

Type of residence: Ranch

Extrovert/Introvert: Introvert

Optimist/Pessimist: Optimist

Illnesses or disabilities: None

Physical.

Eye colour: Brown

Hair colour: Dark brown

Hair length: Short

Memorable physical features: His beard

Clothing and accessories: Morgan typically wears t-shirts and jeans - he needs to wear something that can get messy and dirty, so his t-shirts are usually old, tight and have holes in them. But if he needs to, he can also put on a nice dark-colored shirt with a nice pair of black pants. He usually wears his cowboy boots with his outfits, but sometimes he also puts on a pair of sneakers or when he needs to, his black leather oxford shoes

Glasses?: No

Tattoos: Too many (google it, I don't even know how many the man's got)

Piercings: None

Reference:

Family.

Mother: Anita Weston

Relationship: The best. Morgan looks up to his mom and has an insane amount of love and respect for her, and the fact that she took care of him when his dad was too busy with his career

Father: Cash Weston

Relationship: Morgan doesn't dislike his dad - he has a great amount of respect for him, and for the way that he's built himself up. But he can't ignore the fact that as a child, he wasn't there for Morgan, and he selfishly uprooted the whole family and took Morgan out of his comfort place, just to keep furthering his career

Parent relationship: Married

Birth order: Firstborn

Sibling #1: Dallas Weston

Age: Twenty-eight

Relationship: Morgan adores Dallas. Sure, she followed him around everywhere as a kid, and copied everything he did, and he teases her the way a big brother does - but he still feels protective of her, and worries greatly about her. The distance between them, when Morgan moved back to Montana as a teenager to live with their grandparents thankfully didn't ruin their relationship, and they're as close as they can be

Relationships.

Relationship status: It's complicated, but a throuple situation with Eva Anderson and Noah Puckerman

Notable past romantic relationship(s): Andy Pierce

Best friend(s): Zach Wilde, Bree Brown, Jake Puckerman, Avery Dunn

Roommate(s): Twenty horses and a red cat named Cosmos Toulouse Weston

Education & Career.

Past college education: A summer course in business marketing at PSU

Current education: None

Past job(s): As a kid, Morgan mowed the neighbors' lawns which he could spend hours upon hours doing. When he returned from LA, he picked up a job at his local mechanic, sweeping and cleaning car parts, in exchange for learning how to put cars and motorcycles together. Then, he slowly started taking over the jobs that needed doing at his grandparents' farm where he grew up, along with trying to break through as a rodeo cowboy

Current job/career: Horse wrangler for movies

Wanted job/career: As a kid, Morgan wanted to be a bounty hunter, but then he found out how dangerous that was. Then, he tried his hand at becoming a rodeo cowboy, which was his ultimate dream job, after having seen his dad do it so successfully. The only problem was that he wasn't terribly good at it. He still wishes he could have done it, but he's honestly very content with his current job

Favorites.

Favorite band/musician: Bruce Springsteen (or Hannah Montana)

Favorite color: Brown

Favorite season: Spring

Favorite scent: Freshly cut grass

Favorite food: Pumpkin pie

Favorite drink: Black coffee

Favorite movie: E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

Favorite TV show: Hannah Montana

[crippled-peeper]

I don't read your posts at all, bud. Like most people, I spend most of my time contentedly ignoring you. It's just that every couple weeks like fucking clockwork a wave of harassment and abuse and drama rolls through and I have to come check and see who and what the fuck you're lying about now. 'cuz if your goon squad contented themselves with just telling people to kill themselves on anon, that would be easy to deal with. But, like you, they take other people having boundaries as a heinous personal attack. Two and a half goddamn years of this shit, Morg. Because someone said it bothered them when you said people with debilitating mental illness have no real problems, and in response you told them it was directly their fault you were gonna kill yourself and then got furious because they blocked you for that. Two and a half FUCKING years.

stop sending me asks talking like you know me personally when you literally have never spoken A SINGLE WORD to me you INSANE fucking cunt

I literally NEVER have said ppl with mental illnesses “had no real problems” and you would know that if you bothered to read a single fucking post instead of making up a quadriplegic in your head to get mad at

I’m glad I live in your head rent free for 2+ years now and you’re over here acting like that’s normal. That it’s normal to specifically and aggressively hate a random fucking man you have never met, who doesn’t give a fuck about you, and you will never be friends with

TLDR dont fucking talk to me like that, you don’t know me you hysterical whining shrieking shitbag of a person. fucking delete your blog and stop logging on if you literally psychologically cannot cope with the idea physically disabled people have blogs and blog about their disabilities

[moonlightdancer26]

Severus Snape = Tony Stark

Shit fathers

Didn’t start out with the best line of work (Severus was arguably worse)

Stopped particular line of work and started doing good work

Geniuses their field

Sarcastic bastards

Overlooked trauma

Was blamed for everything until they died

Died saving the world

Has hypocritical, ignorant, one brain cell haters

Has fans that fantasize about them being dads

Both shipped with a snarky rich dude that does magic

Omg I got this ask when I was editing a draft and I only saw “Shit fathers” under their names and I thought you meant that they themselves WERE shit fathers 😭😭 My first two thoughts were “TONY? A SHIT FATHER? WHAT ABOUT MORG-” and “omg Severitus 👀” (then I got confused because I assumed it was a Snape hate ask 💀)

Has hypocritical, ignorant, one brain cell haters

Yeah that sounds about right

Has fans that fantasize about them being dads

I think the beginning of my answer supports that 😭

Both shipped with a snarky rich dude that does magic

I believe we’re all in agreement that Stephen and Lucius are the dilf-iest dilfs to have ever dilfed.

I’ve taken notice of these similarities before, anon, but never have I really put all of them together at once. I try to restrain myself when posting something about two controversial characters from two different fandoms (it kinda feels like I’m piling all the controversy together lol), but I love drawing out comparisons between Tony and Sev, their stans, the characters they’re “pitted against” in canon (for Tony it’s Wanda and ig Steve, for Sev it’s the Marauders) and their stans, and their haters as a whole. Tbh I simply look at all of my faves from every series I love and see the resemblance so out in the open, it’s obvious I have a certain taste in characters lmao.

[armafidelium]

"What, why are you looking at me like that?" (from aspect!morg to main!phel!)

Send "What, why are you looking at me like that?" To catch my muse gazing at yours. // @withinchains

HIS body halted and eyes widened. just how long had he been looking at the aspect? how long had his gaze been fixated in her direction? a breath hitched in the back of his throat as his instincts found him looking away in any direction but hers. it was a futile effort to look away, but it felt as if he had committed a sin by allowing himself to look for so long. to gaze upon any aspect for so long the gaze was noticed was an improper manner to carry himself and he would be certain to do something for repentance later in his solitude.

after a moment more he returned his gaze upon the aspect, his face a blank slate as per his norm but his eyes reflected the remorse he felt being caught. with a sigh he bowed his head in apology yet it was not forgiveness he'd seek. rather it was what he felt right to do.

it was only natural to become curious. even a child born of great destiny had the same curiosities any other person would. even if he often discarded his humanity in order to fulfill what his people required of him his heart, body, and mind were still those of mortal flesh. even if he would discard and ignore it, the fact still remained he was human. alune reminded him of such time and time again and there was no denying her words.

it was a moment such as this that the old sheepish tendencies if his youth seemed to flourish. he had never been one to socialize with others outside of his twin unless it was required. if he had to approach others or request anything it was always a difficult task. the noctum and his sister's constant presence in his mind made his need to seek information easier, but a moment in front of an aspect such as this felt different. he couldn't feign the usual manner he'd mask with, in front of an aspect such as this his person felt bare.

with hesitation he lifted his hands and moved in cautious mannerisms of one considering every word before they said them as he signed, his lips mouthing the words alongside in a silence as if an additional aide.

« apologies. i shouldn't have stared. i couldn't help but be--» he paused in the middle, a sudden feeling of embarrassment flooded in his heart as he admitted «--curious. »

[amplexadversary]

This is totally me giving writers credit for something they probably didn't do intentionally, but just happened to line up, but

Domon prominently catching all of those bullets in episode 1 reminds me of the "recreation" of the inciting DG incident in episode 6, that we learn Domon wasn't present for when it finishes.

Seconds before that reveal, we see Mikino Kasshu get shot. Of course Domon wasn't actually there, he would have been able to catch the bullet.