#im-oknutzy-trash

[is-the-parrot-video-cute]

i love birds, i put a piece of broccoli in my budgie's cage in a binder clip for her to shred right

and she just ignores the broccoli and starts playing with the binder clip

Maybe if you want your budgie to eat the broccoli, you should try eating it in front of her first or sharing it with her. Some birds can be a little bit fussy, but if they see you eating it, they will almost definitely want to eat some too.

[peggyrose19]

Shifted

St. Tweedle including the sentence: "You just put your arm around me and I felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic"

This is literally from August. And the only reason I know that is because I went and searched the prompt on discord to make sure I tagged the right person. I’m impressed I remembered honestly. Anyway, @im-oknutzy-trash gave me this idea ages and ages ago and it’s been sitting unfinished in my drafts since August apparently. And my sleep-deprived brain decided midnight on a weeknight a whole 5 months later was the correct time to finish it (one day I will hurt my brain for all it puts me through /j). So here, enjoy some St. Tweedle hurt/comfort I guess you could call it? Takes place right after chapter 10 of RK

characters belong to @lumosinlove as always 

Saint was exhausted, but he couldn’t sleep. He’d always thought of Sirius as safe, as home, but sleeping beside him that night felt strange. Different. Like the world had shifted on its axis, sending everything just a step off track. 

He woke with the sun streaming through the windows, Sirius snoring beside him. Movement sounded outside the door, footsteps heading down the hall towards the stairs of the tower. Remus had been generous, letting them all spend the night there. 

Cautiously, Saint slid out of bed, the floor cold beneath his bare feet. He barely felt it. His dark-haired companion didn’t stir as he eased the bedroom door open. 

The kitchen was dark, early morning light just peaking over the horizon into the room. Luke stood at the sink, staring out at the sea. 

“Hey,” Saint said. Luke jumped and spun around. He had a glass of water in his hand. 

“What’re you doing up?” Luke asked. 

Saint shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Me neither.”

“Why couldn’t you sleep, Tweedle?” Saint asked, leaning against the doorframe in a way that hopefully came across as casual. 

“Got cold,” he muttered, taking a sip of water. It was a lie, and a blatant one at that, but Saint didn’t push. He didn’t have the energy. “And my head hurt,” Luke added, and that at least was the truth. 

Saint didn’t reply, just watched. He didn’t know what else to say, didn’t know how to breach the tension between them. 

“Why’d you do it?” Luke asked eventually, when the silence had stretched too long.

“Do what?” Saint replied, but his heart was pounding. He knew what Luke was asking, and he didn’t know how to answer. 

“Kiss me.”

“I steal things from you all the time.” He repeated the words from the night before. Luke was shaking his head before he finished.

“No. Tell me the truth. After everything, don’t you think I deserve that at the very least?” Luke’s voice was hoarse, desperate. Saint felt something crack. He scoffed.

“What d’you want me to say?” He felt wild, heart pounding, the words on the tip of his tongue. “You put your arms around me and I couldn’t think straight.” 

When he didn’t answer, Saint just shrugged uncomfortably, waiting for the dismissal, for Luke to scoff, to walk away and forget him just like everyone else. 

But then his mouth quirked to the side. “That’s sappy of you.”

Saint fought the urge to roll his eyes. “It’s fucking pathetic, is what it is.”

Luke was smiling now. He stepped forward. “Is it now?” he murmured. 

“Yes.”

Luke stood mere feet away now, eyes shining in the dim light. His whole body glowed, outlined by the rising sun like an angel’s halo. Saint just studied his face, the softened line of his jaw, the small wrinkle of his brow, full lips and brown eyes. 

“Can I kiss you?” Saint’s voice came out as a whisper, barely audible over the distant crash of waves.

“Yes,” came the immediate reply, and in moments Luke’s lips were on his. 

He kissed softer bathed in morning light rather than salty water. Saint couldn’t help but sink into Luke just a little bit, stealing bits of warmth and comfort. Too soon, Luke pulled back again, eyes drifting open slowly. 

“Hey Tweedle?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m really glad we didn’t die.”

[tfw-adhd]

Hi, um, i just wanted to tell you that i think your diagrams are really fricking cool and they make so much sense and they help me distinguish which symptoms go with which thing

Aw thank you so much!! I’m so glad they help <3

[activelyautistic]

Hi, um, im wondering can you still verbally stim and talk to yourself when you're semiverbal? Today i got really upset and overstimulated and i went semiverbal, but i still was like singing a song to get my anxiety out? and then my mind went elsewhere and I started quietly rambling to myself? But i don't feel capable of really talking to anyone else and right now, talking at all. But sometimes i ramble to myself when i feel super upset? Sorry, im rambling

Hi! I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to this, I have been away from Tumblr for so long.

But yes, from what I understand, I do think you can still verbally stim even when you’re semi-verbal. It helps with the anxiety and everything that you’re feeling and helps get it all out of your system. You’re unique and what helps you helps, and it’s special to you.

[scoutpologist]

!!!!!ONE OF YOUR EMOTES COULD BE YOUR BIRD!!!!!

WAIT REAL

[megablade]

If something happens to Micheal istg

we're all so protective of michael but there's really no one more protective of him more than ranboo & tubbo...

they would walk through hell and back in order to keep michael safe (ranboo stating he was willing to wage war when someone jokingly threatened michael, tubbo casually saying that he'd kill tommy if he punched michael) so THEY would never let anything happen to michael.

BUT . that is where enderwalk!ranboo comes in

[aro-culture-is]

Hi, im sorry if I bothered you but I was wondering what is m-spec? I saw it in one of your posts but I have never seen it before.

hi! it’s no problem at all. m-spec means multi-spectrum, which could be considered the opposite of a-spec. it refers to identities that experience attraction to multiple genders, commonly bi or pan.

[peanut-in-the-goal]

no one: have you eaten today? / peanut: i dont know have *you* eaten today?

its a true question

Have you eaten today???

[name-and-pronoun-validation]

Could you do the name Hannah with She/Them pronouns? I'm testing them out! I like supernatural and @lumosinlove's ship O'Knutzy. I have an amazing corn snake named Cleo. I swim a lot. Sorry if I'm bothering you.

Hi Hannah!

Hannah is trying out a couple pronouns and I hope this helps her out! She likes supernatural, which I heard just ended. She also likes lumosinlove’s work, especially the ship O’Knutzy. They also have a corn snake named Cleo! Awwww so cute! They like to swim as well. Me too! I would love to go swimming with them some time. Hannah seems like a cool person and I hope they have a good day. And don’t worry it’s not a bother!

[thatfaerieprincess]

If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let’s get to know the person behind the blog ❤️

Sorry this is a bit late!! Okay uhhh 3 things here we go:

Im currently in school for botany and ecology bc I think I want to work in nature education

This is a recent development for me but I think I’m ace???

I’m raising Polyphemus caterpillars right now and I love them with my whole heart!!

[vadergf]

,,,,📝?

im still anxious about sending asks to you youre still like an untouchable big blog in my mind

<33

[superduckbatrebel]

YES!!! BUT HE HAS AMARA TO HELP GUIDE HIM SO THATS GOOD IG?!?!

HIGHKEY WOULD MUCH RATHER PREFERED CAS AS THE EMPTY AND DEAN AS DEATH

If Dean as Death and Cas as empty I would just die of joy.... IMAGINE IT WOULD BE SO PERFECT OMG!!!!!!

IF NEXT WEEK WE DONT HAVE DEATH!Dean and Empty!Cas I will legit write a fic with this headcanon

[peggyrose19]

Day 24: Secret Santa

Happy Christmas Eve everyone!! I can’t believe it’s here already, feels like it was March just yesterday. I am very excited for this. Because the prompt for today is Secret Santa, I thought what better time to post my SW Discord Secret Santa! It was written as a gift for the wonderful @im-oknutzy-trash. I had an amazing time writing this and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do. Prompt from @remus-john-lupin, characters and AU from the amazing @lumosinlove. This is the last advent fic I’ll be doing, and I’m so so grateful to all of you that have kept up with them all, it really means a lot. Hope you all have a wonderful holiday, ily guys 😘 

Logan had it all planned out.

The tree, the lights, the food. 

The rings.

The only problem was actually executing his plan. And keeping it a secret until Christmas Eve. 

He had been doing well for the first week or so. Of course, the rings hadn’t arrived yet, so maybe that was why. But once he had them, hidden away in his sock drawer in his bedroom, it all suddenly became urgent, a heavy presence he could feel hanging over him anytime he entered the apartment. 

With each day, the urgency grew and grew. He could feel it every waking moment, and even when he was asleep, the pressure and nerves and need to keep it secret. The problem, of course, was that Logan was terrible at keeping secrets. 

He knew Finn and Leo could feel him pulling away. He had hoped it wasn’t too obvious, but the looks on their faces when he forced a laugh or a smile, or cut off their kisses too soon, distancing himself as best he could. Because he knew that if he kissed them for too long, if he allowed himself to fall into that endless pit of love and desire, he would ask them right then and there, consequences be damned, and his planning would all go to waste. 

So he stayed silent, stayed away as best he could, trying not to hurt them. 

A week and a half before Christmas Leo and Finn confronted him. 

“Logan, what’s going on?” Finn asked at dinner.

“Quoi?” Logan asked, looking up from his food. 

“You’ve been acting weird for weeks,” Leo explained. “Is something going on, are you okay?”

“Oh! No, I’m fine.” His heart pounded, hoping they would believe him, mind going to the box in his dresser. He forced the image away.

But Finn pushed. “Is it us? Are we doing something wrong?”

“What? Nonono, you two are perfect. It’s not- I’m fine, I promise.”

“Logan, we know something’s wrong!” Finn exclaimed frustratedly. “I know you, I can tell when you’re not saying something.” Logan just sighed heavily. It wasn’t like he could tell them the truth. He hadn’t thought he would make it this far before blurting it out, honestly. But he had and now Finn was upset with him and Leo looked sad and uncertain and he wasn’t sure what to do now. 

“I’m fine, okay?” he said, harsher than he meant, and Leo flinched back a bit. “Sorry,” he said immediately. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. But truly, nothing is going on.”

“Lo-” Finn whispered and fell silent. Both of them were staring at him. 

“Fuck,” Logan muttered, and got up from the table. 

Leo and Finn watched him go, dumbfounded, unsure what to do now. But Logan was back a moment later, a small box clutched in his hand. He ran his free hand through his hair, sighing. 

“I had a plan, to do this on Christmas Eve with the tree and lights and- whatever, there was a whole plan. But you two are too fucking smart I guess.” He smiled ruefully. “Finn, Leo, I love you both so so much. Like, more than anything. I don’t know what I would do without you. And....” he trailed off. Leo and Finn exchanged a confused glance. “Well, merde, here we go.”

In one smooth movement, he dropped to his knee, opening the box in his hands, two silver rings sitting on the velvet inside. 

Leo’s hands went to his mouth, Finn reaching out blindly to grip his shoulder. Leo grabbed his hand. Both of them were staring at Logan.

“Mon amours, will you marry me?”

It was quiet for a long time, Finn and Leo left staring in complete amazement. This was not what they had expected when they started dinner. 

“Lo,” Finn whispered, staring at him, tears shining in his eyes. “Holy shit. Holy shit.”

And then he rushed at Logan, collapsing into his arms and kissing him senseless, nearly knocking both of them over. In the next moment, Leo was there too, wrapping his arms around both of them, kissing any part of Logan he could reach, heart pounding wildly

“I love you I love you I love you,” Finn murmured over and over, words slurring together as he kissed Logan's cheeks and neck and lips, unable to get enough.

“So is that a yes?” Logan choked out and both boys paused.

“Of course it’s a yes, baby,” Leo sniffed, fighting back tears

“Yes yes, a thousand times yes,” Finn added and Logan could’ve cried with relief and joy, because the loves of his life just agreed to marry him and never in a million years had he ever imagined this happening. An overwhelming sense of love washed over him, and he was so fucking grateful that he had found them, that they found each other, and they can be together and happy and married.

Never in a million years had any of them imagined this would happen. But there they were, together, crying and laughing and kissing, Logan sliding rings on their fingers, falling tangled to the floor in a mess of frantic hands and wet kisses. Logan never wanted to move again. 

~

Leo fought the urge to pace as he listened to the phone ringing. Logan and Finn were waiting for him in their bedroom, urging him to call before they went to bed. His heart was pounding.  He wasn’t quite sure why. But he was excited and in love and possibly a little bit drunk. There was a click as the line connected.

“Mama?” he asked, fighting to keep his voice steady.

“Hey, baby!” her familiar voice chirped, and he relaxed marginally. “What’s goin’ on with you?”

“Um, well I have some news.”

“Oh! Well, the last time you had some ‘news’ it was to tell us about Finn and Leo.” Leo couldn’t fight a small laugh. He could sense his mom narrowing her eyes at that. “What kind of news do you have exactly?”

“The good kind,” he promised, unable to fight a smile. 

“I’ll go get your father, shall I?”

“Yeah, yeah I think you should.” It was quiet for a few moments, before Leo heard his dad talking faintly, presumably asking who was on the phone.

“Okay, he’s here,” her voice came back louder. 

“Hey bud,” Wyatt said, “What’s this news you have?”

“Um…” he trailed off, unsure how to say it. He scrubbed a hand over his face, unsure why he was so nervous all of a sudden. His parents had been nothing but supportive, so why was he freezing?

“Leo?” 

“Sorry. Um… well, Logan, uh, he proposed tonight.” 

The phone went dead silent for a long moment, and all Leo heard was the pounding of his heart. Then his mother shrieked and the dam broke. 

“Oh my god, really? Baby, that’s amazing!” 

“Did you say yes? I’m assuming you said yes, considering how happy you are.”

“Yeah Dad, I said yes,” Leo laughed, pressing a hand to his cheek. His face hurt from smiling. He wasn’t sure he was ever going to stop smiling. “Both of us did.”

“Aww my baby’s getting married!” his mom shrieked, and Leo could just imagine the elated look on both of their faces. 

“Le, that’s so exciting!” his dad exclaimed. All Leo could do was laugh. 

“Have you set a date yet?”

“No, Mom, he just asked a few hours ago,” he laughed, shaking his head. “You guys are the first ones I’ve told.”

“Oh, honey, that’s amazing.”

“Yeah. I’m really excited.” 

“Oh, well we should let you get back to your boys, call us in the morning okay? I want to hear everything.”

“Okay, I will,” he promised.

“And honey, I am so proud of you. So proud.” 

“Thanks, Mama. I love you, both of you.”

“We love you too, honey.” 

~

After Leo hung up, setting his phone down on the coffee table, he sat for a moment, taking it all in. His parents knew, they were excited and happy. He never could have imagined this happening.

He sighed happily, pushing himself off the couch and heading for the bedroom. His boys were in bed, Logan lying on top of Finn with his face buried in the crook of his neck. But he looked up as Leo padded into the room, smiling sweetly up at him.

“Hey Peanut,” he sighed. “How’d it go?”

“They were really excited,” Leo said, grinning. He climbed onto the bed beside them, slotting himself against Finn’s side and running a soft hand through Logan’s hair, leaning into the both of them. “My mom wanted to know if we’d set a date yet.” Logan laughed at that, Finn smiling down at him. 

“Nah, we got time.” 

“So much time.” 

Finn held up his hand, admiring the silver band sitting on his finger. “I can’t believe it’s really happening,” he sighed. Logan grasped his hand, fiddling with the ring. 

“Me neither,” he admitted. 

A thought occurred to Finn just then. “Lo, we both have rings, but did you get one for yourself?”

Logan could only laugh, shaking his head. “I knew you were gonna ask that,” he muttered. “Yes, Fish, I got myself a ring too. It’s in my bedroom. You’re so ridiculous.”

“Hey! Who are you calling ridiculous?” 

“Both of you.” Leo grinned, leaning up to kiss the pout off Finn’s face, feeling Logan’s lips on his jaw as he did. “I love you both,” he murmured. “So fucking much.” 

“We love you too, Nutter Butter.” 

“I can’t believe we’re getting married.”

“I can’t believe you two ruined my proposal.”

“What do you mean?”

“Fucking- I had a plan! It was all romantic and shit, and then you two ruined it by getting all concerned.” 

“Well, what was your plan?” 

Logan grumbled for a moment before reluctantly responding. “I was gonna ask on Christmas Eve, y’know, after we’d read The Night Before Christmas and were on the couch watching cheesy movies with the lights all off except the tree. There was gonna be cookies and hot chocolate and it was gonna be super romantic. I was gonna leave you both speechless for the rest of the night!” he finished, sweeping an arm out dramatically. “And then you went and got worried. I was doing so good too.” Finn could hear the pout in Logan’s voice. 

“Aw, mon rouge,” Leo crooned, kissing his temple. “It’s okay. You can always do it again in a week.” 

“Hmph.” 

“Now come here so I can kiss you properly.” Logan rolled his eyes but pushed himself up, leaning over to Leo and kissing him sweetly, pushing him back against the bed. 

“I love you,” Leo whispered. Finn smiled as he watched them, content to just look at them, feeling the weight of Logan still on top of him, the heat of Leo beside him. He looked at the ring on his finger, the matching one on Leo’s hand, imagining the one that would soon be on Logan’s finger too. It was more than he’d ever dreamed of, more than he’d ever thought he would have. And he knew without asking that his fiancés felt the same. 

They were so incredibly lucky.

[hecksee]

time to go read some marriage fics so i can find out how the hell to write one

[scoutpologist]

hello hello! im not sure if you remember me but im hex_oh on twitch, and i talked to you about my budgie. I love her so much so you get to see pictures of her

OH MY GOD HELLO THANK YOU SO MUCH I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS BABY!!!!! SHE IS SO LOVELY!!!!!!

[hazelnoot-analyst]

hi! can you recommend me some food old angst?

May I point you to the nearest chapter of Vaincre? Just scroll to the last couple paragraphs and you’ll be a mess for days! 

But anyway, as for some actual recs, here’s some gut-wrenching angst for you heathens. Please pay attention to any content warnings because some of these may be triggering!

The Broken Down, The Left Behind - @peggyrose19 (O’Knutzy)

Stained Flowers - @im-oknutzy-trash (O’Knutzy)

When We Lied To Ourselves - @wonder-womans-ex​ (O’Knutzy; quite possibly the most upsetting fic I’ve ever read)

Coughing Up Secrets - @wonder-womans-ex​ (St. Tweedle)

Where Do Broken Hearts Go - @moonofthenight (Coops)

Apparently we enjoy hurting the cubs. Anyway, all of the authors listed here have more angst fics as well, I just picked the worst ones. So if you want even more, I would recommend starting there.