#like today in the middle of scrolling through tumblr

[jewish-vents]

first - i just want to say thank you for making this blog. it’s so important to know that we aren’t alone in the many things we’re experiencing and feeling right now, especially when so many of us have become painfully isolated as of late.

i apologize for how long this one is going to be.

i’ve been feeling so, so alone recently. my tumblr dash has been cut down to just a handful of jewish blogs that i can trust to be kind and understanding and nuanced, but it means that the majority of the content i see is about antisemitism and the war. after a while, it becomes draining to scroll through what feels like endless sadness. i turned to looking at fandom tags instead of following fandom blogs, but it makes me feel equally as insane to click on a blog about race cars and immediately see a post with 60k notes calling what’s happening in gaza “the new holocaust”. i started going back on twitter, but fan accounts on there too are only safe for a day or so before the account owner shares some awful antisemitic tweet from an account known to be an anti-jewish extremist. i went back on instagram briefly, but i was soon afraid to look at people’s stories for fear i’d see something terrible and lose yet another trusted person from my life.

in person, i have to walk by signs saying “zionism = genocide” and hastily scribbled palestinian flags with the colors in the wrong spot on my way to class every day. a wall across from my apartment says “BDS” in giant letters. i haven’t opened my curtains in months because of it. a “protest” of about 25 people stood in the center of campus and yelled and waved their fists in passing students’ faces, so jewish students didn’t go to class on any of the days they gathered. i only have one non jewish friend left at school - the rest abandoned me because i either called them out on antisemitic rhetoric or refused to go along with the idea that anyone, palestinian or israeli, muslim or jewish, is less than human. i had taken several of them along to our hillel’s seder in the past. i don’t know who i can safely go with this year. i have a few jewish friends, of course, but i love bringing goyische friends with little connection to judaism along to experience how joyful and loving jewish holidays can be.

it feels like there is no escape from this fucking war. it sickens me that it’s the only thing people pretend to care about - where is the attention for sudan, ukraine, armenia, uyghurs in china, syria, guyana? how is putting an emoji in your twitter bio or putting a translucent overlay of the palestinian flag on your tumblr icon any sort of real activism? how have we gone from “antisemitism is wrong” to “(((zionists))) control the world media”? it seems like the war is a fandom to these people. it seems like nobody cares enough to fully read and think critically about what they share, let alone do real research beyond looking at an infographic somebody shared on their instagram story. they’ll add on “don’t forget your click today!” to an unrelated twitter thread that went viral, flip the bird at the local starbucks, and put “won’t you free my palestine” on their instagram stories. they’ll anonymously tell a jew online to commit suicide. they’ll feel secure in the knowledge that they’re the perfect leftist, that this is somehow “good trouble”. all this praxis, and nothing to show for it but massive surges in hate crimes against jews. good job, guys! you singlehandedly saved every innocent person in gaza!

it’s isolating. it’s scary. jews can’t mourn. jews can’t be angry. jews can’t disagree. jews can’t suffer. jews can’t be whole, complex people with diverse beliefs and experiences. suffering is a game, and the goal is to hurt the most, scream the most, die the most, all to appease western leftists whose closest connection to war and violence was reading the hunger games in middle school.

i’m tired of it all. i want a peaceful and just resolution to the war. i want the mindless hatred everywhere to stop. i want to be able to scroll through social media and see nothing but fandom. i want to walk through campus with my magen david showing and all the friends i lost by my side on the way to the hillel seder. i want to open my curtains again. i know the experience of one diaspora jew is nothing compared to what people living in israel and palestine are currently going through, yet i still need this all to end. i don’t think any of us can go on like this, but we must, because we have. for thousands of years, we’ve gone on. that still doesn’t mean it has to be this hard all the time.

all i can think is “now we are slaves. next year may we be free.” now we are slaves to hatred and violence and suffering. next year may we all be free. next year may we all be in jerusalem.

.

[hyperfixat]

hai i never posted this on tumblr but simeon enjoyers rejoice a little hurt comfort with my favorite angel!! ~1k words

Diavolo is so foolish, Simeon couldn’t help but think for the nth time as he watches you flinch away from the demons passing you in the grand hallways of RAD. Humans are fragile. You’re bound to get hurt with all those vile creatures around, no matter the trust he places in Lucifer to keep you safe.

You’re a lamb to slaughter, a poor, helpless thing, waiting to be snatched up.

He can’t let you get hurt, so he takes to becoming your guardian. Mammon does an alright job protecting you, but a little divine intervention never hurts, no?

Making sure to place little blessings on you here or there, encouraging Luke to do so as well. Finding excuses to hang out with you, it’s a safety measure.

Blessings turned into wards, wards strong enough to make lesser demons burn at your mere touch. You, sweet thing, none the wiser; never the wiser.

Simeon turned to his days of study in the Celestial Realm, trying ever so hard to remember stronger and stronger wards and enchantments for you. Silly human, you need to stay safe. What these demons would do to you if given the chance… his heart aches for you.

Solomon, an ever diligent housemate — is hardly human at this point, really, was it even fair for him to be one of the only two human reps? — is helpful, he has his fair share of old spell books and ancient scrolls.

Simeon spends sleepless nights working on making the perfect protection spell for you. One that would ward any demon away, any foul human, only angels and those pure of heart should even be able to be in your presence.

Perhaps his gentle intentions have picked up an intensity he hadn’t foreseen, maybe his urge to protect you has turned into a need. But truly it was your fault. A clumsy creature, one that is hopelessly defenseless, in the den of darkness.

Angels don’t get angry, Simeon can’t remember a time he’s ever felt anger. Intense sadness, sure he’d mourned Lucifer’s fall; the brothers’ fall. But never anger, not until today.

How could such monsters hold such bitterness inside, that makes them prey on pretty things like you? It makes him sick.

Your pretty skin marred with tiny nicks and bruises from the rough way the demons handled you, tear stains on your cheeks, making your eyes glimmer in more than just sadness. Seeing you in pain hurt. Poor human….

Divine power flows through his body, disintegrating the scum that dare lay a hand on you. The wards on you, you sprawled out on the altar, tainted by dark magic, should have held. Your attackers must have been planning this for a while, whatever evil ritual they had been planning, oh, his heart.

Surely demons, middle classed demons, should know better, know an angel’s claim when they see one. Lost souls need to repent.

They burn into nothingness, bodies going into the beyond and souls going to the place where they’ll get what they deserve.

How could he neglect you, dear one. Simeon bundles you into his arms, his white robes staining with dirt and blood marks. Nothing a good run through the washing machine can’t fix.

“Oh, MC,” Simeon coos down at you in empathy. “Poor dear, let me get you home.”

You sniffle pathetically in his arms, clinging to the warmth that radiates from him. His heart is pounding hard, an emotion he’s never felt before filling him as he takes in the ashes around the two of you.

Sinners.

Your eyes are hazy and he knows you’re probably not quite in the moment with him. For the best, probably, for this torture to not be etched into your memories.

With a kiss on your head he opens a door, an angelic gateway, to Purgatory Hall. Solomon jumps to his feet, startled off of the couch, approaching the two of you, taking in your ragdolled figure in Simeon’s arms.

“What happened?”

“Demons,” Simeon hisses the vile word. “I should have insisted they not leave without me finishing my spell.” Bitter words leave his mouth quickly. He huffs heavily. “My heart….”

Solomon follows Simeon quietly to his room, watching him place you tenderly on his mattress. Simeon tears the zipper of your jacket in his haste to remove it.

“Shoot,” he murmurs. He opens the front of your jacket, winces at the cuts littering your chest. Large hands on your fragile chest, warm magic leaking into you, stitching your skin back together. Healing magic taxes him, but Simeon has to heal you. His heart can’t stand seeing you all messed.

“Solomon, you’ll help me with this blessing, right?”

“Sure, what do you need me to do?”

You wake up feeling so warm, tucked into soft, fluffy clouds. A content sigh leaves you and you turn your face into your pillow. Where had you fallen asleep…? When for that matter?

The last thing you remember, gosh, the last thing you remember was walking home from RAD. That’s it. When did you get home?

A yawn escapes you as you push up, blinking around — was this Simeon’s room? Bleary eyes take a couple of hard blinks to clear. Next to you the covers shift and, oh!

Simeon stirs from sleep with a soft smile, “you ‘wake?”

“When ‘id I get here?” You question, words thick with sleep.

“Oh,” Simeon is much more awake now, sitting up next to you. “You don’t remember?” Sadness weaves into his voice.

“Did something happen?”

“You were hurt. I found you, being used as a sacrificial lamb, poor dear.” Simeon cups your face with his bare hands. Leaning his forehead onto your own as he finishes.

“Sacrifice? What?” You furrow your brow, mind racing to fill in the gap of time missing from your mind. The beginnings of fear trickled into your mind.

“Mean, mean demons. I’ll keep you safe, heart..” Simeon vows, pulling you into the safety of his arms. You don’t fight as he holds you tight in his embrace.

You know he means it, he’s been nothing but kindness incarnate. Simeon would keep you nice and sound as long as you’re by his side. And with that you melt into him.

[borderlinebelle]

I had the best fucking staycation and I just wanna share it with you friend.

🥹🥂🖤

I know you’re already FEELING RAGE.

A BLAZED POST? BY A TUMBLR USER. *Cue starved and rabid werewolves.*

relax pls. u look great today.

It’s just a regular old ADVIRTISMENT but this isn’t for a greedy nasty corporate machine.

It’s just a .. makeshift two tiny girlie rough palmed always lotioned red handed attempt at reaching other tumblr users.

Please, take a breath. I’m not trying to make you fly into a RAGE. Let’s play… emotional regulation and basic human kindness todayyyy!

I know I’m asking you to engage with a blazed post. I’m sorry... not sorry?

Here .. is my content: 🫲🏽🤭🫱🏽

this week : Staycation Content

✨ experienced a salt water float. Totally weightless in the complete darkness … 👩🏽‍🚀

✨recorded and edited 1.5 YouTube videos after a 3 year hiatus. shall I post them tomorrow? 🤭 🏆

✨ completed this gorgeous puzzle with my friend! This lovely 1000 piece beauty was gifted to me by an old matching soul flame from my past 👀

✨worked out/felt sore/enjoyed sore 💪🏽

✨got these beautiful stupid ugly lovely white crocs 👵🏽

✨spent less than 2 hours on TikTok ALL WEEK LONG shocked 😯

✨streamed (on tumblr live) using a successfully marketed “blazed” advertisement 🔥

✨met wonderful mutuals through stream and blogging mindfully 🖤🤭

✨received and opened adorable tumblr merch ™️

✨rediscovered a new band I love deeply 🧊🙉

✨got my ass dragged and old school cyber bullied on tumblr (turns out words .. do in fact still hurt just as deeply as they did in middle school for me) 😬 turns out I’m… 👅sensitive🫦 this is an exaggeration calm down, you can view this scrolling through my lil curated feed.

✨ experienced a deep tissue massage 💆🏽‍♀️

✨rediscovered female gaze porn 😘

✨danced in my kitchen with a bottle of peach wine 🍑

✨felt relaxed/unhurried/soft/comfortable/happy

I think I just feel all my emotions so DEEPLY 😬 my 2nd yt video is about my vacation! come let me pour fun comfy cozy love upon you!

Follow/Favorite/Fraternize with me?

🚨 PLEASE BE ADVISED 🚨

TUMBLR BLAZE analytics are likely hot stupid shit. I continuously get ads for the wildest things. Half the ads don’t even make sense. Which is WONDERFUL! it’s as if the Tumblr Team barely gives a shit themselves. This is a good and happy place as well as a dark and cynical place. Can we do BALANCE?

Could we all just try being KIND to one another some fucking times? 😬

PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR USUAL RAGE MACHINE ANTICS!

GO ON, FETCH, DRAG ME IN THE COMMENTS. Bet I’ll respond to every single one. I’ve got time today 🥱

Or … maybe … just … don’t?

just scroll on like this never happened. Let’s pretend this never happened.

😬 I’m also embarrassed.

[gffa]

How do find all those gems of fics because you have incredible taste im so serious

Hi! Aw, you are very sweet to say so, thank you! I freely admit that I have very specific tastes, but I know what I'm about and I'm recommending fics that I know I would enjoy, so it's a list perfectly tailored to what I want to see in fandom! As for a semi-serious answer about how to find the fic you want to read, it's sort of a collection of little tricks: 1 - Read a lot of fic. The more you read, the more you'll find that you like, and the more you'll develop a sense for finding what you want to read faster! 2 - Be willing to give up on a fic that's just not for you. The number of times a fic has gotten better after hitting one of my personal warning signs has been so low that now I almost never both to keep reading. If a fic says attachment and love are the same thing, good luck with your fic, author, but I'm out right then and there. If a fic crosses into Bad Dad Bruce territory, you're perfectly valid author, but I'm out right on the spot. If I don't vibe with the formatting or style (I need every new speaker/thinker to be in a new paragraph, I need reasonable sized paragraphs, etc.), I drop the fic and move on to the next. If a summary seems like it has the type of fanon that doesn't hit my id, I keep scrolling. This isn't a value judgement, those fics are fine! They're just not meant for me. But it means I have more time to move on to the next fic, rather than frustrating myself by trying to vibe with something that's just never going to be for me. If I change my mind later, I can always come back, but honestly this has allowed me to find a lot more fic that is for me, if I'm not spending time on something that I don't vibe with. 3 - I will sort by kudos to get started in finding authors to begin reading when I first start, but after that I'm heading to the bookmarks of authors I liked, filtering by "Other work tags to include" to find what I'm really looking for (usually a specific relationship), and start opening up fic. When you find another author you like, repeat the process! 4 - Check out when other people do rec lists, too! Like, I've picked up fic from @cacchieressa and @fantastic-nonsense in DC fandom, as they both do recs fairly often, or I'll do a search for whatever character I'm looking for on tumblr, like "search/dick grayson fic recs", and if something sounds interesting, I'll drop it onto my reader. (I hope I can give back in this way, too, I would love to help others find fic to read and if that inspires making a recs list, that would be great, too!) 5 - I do go through certain tags every night (I go through the Dick & Bruce tag every night, I go through the Anakin Skywalker tag every night, sometimes I'll go through the Jedi Culture Appreciated tag, etc.) and see what catches my attention that's new today, or I'll do a search by kudos and hit up the 300 to 500 number of kudos fics, the ones that are smack in the middle to find more authors that are often really good (which I will then hit up their back catalogue and their bookmarks). Basically, just figure out what really makes your motor run when it comes to fic, whether a favorite character, a favorite relationship, a favorite trope, and you'll naturally just start reading so much that you'll find a ton of fic you like. But also, seriously, hit up authors' bookmarks, if you like their writing, chances are good you'll like their taste in reading, too!

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTM: Various, online chatter; that’s enough internet for today

For the prompt: How hot is Jared? Twitter's best explainers

Forgive me any formatting sins -- I aimed for clarity over authenticity, but who knows if tumblr will oblige on that front.

“How’s the internet doing?” Dave asks.

“Well,” Andreas says. “It’s — technically good news, but in a way you probably don’t want to hear the details of?”

“That sounds ominous,” Dave says.

“Do you know what shipping means?” Andreas asks. “Not the—“

“You know, you’re right,” Dave says, literally backing into his office. “I don’t want to know.”

“I didn’t think so,” Andreas says, saluting Dave with his coffee, then goes to check out what’s happening on twitter. He thinks he’s had more than enough of AO3 for the foreseeable future.

~

On Twitter:

I’ve decided to block everyone who says something shitty about Bryce Marcus or Jared Matheson in the next while and I think my hockey twitter experience is going to greatly improve as a result

This is absolute genius I’m doing it

WAIT JARED MATHESON IS CANUCKS DILF’S SON?

HOLY SHIT JARED MATHESON IS CANUCKS DILF’S SON

OH MY GOD THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING.

Damn now we know he’s going to stay beautiful.

So does Bryce clearly. Lock that upppp.

HOW COME THERE ISN’T A WHOLE JARED MATHESON FANDOM.

Nevermind fam just found out there is in fact a fandom and they are losing their dang MINDS right now.

~

A selection of tweets liked by Bryce Marcus’ lurking account:

Look if I landed Jared Matheson I too would tattoo his signature on my chest.

I would tattoo his PICTURE.

How is it that Bryce Marcus is a multi-millionaire who routinely is in the top twenty in scoring and clearly takes care of his appearance and dresses better than 95% of hockey players, and yet I’m still like ‘nice work landing that husband, bro’.

You know that if Marcus and Matheson could reproduce they would have the most beautiful children 

Sweet mitts too

Every single picture or video I’ve managed to find of Bryce Marcus and Jared Matheson in the same place Jared is like 😐 and Bryce is like 😍  how did we just figure this out now

I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST REALLY HAPPY TO BE IN VANCOUVER 😭

~

“Babe,” Jared says. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Bryce says. “I’m not doing anything. Go back to sleep.”

“It’s the middle of the night,” Jared groans, slinging an arm over Bryce’s hip as he buries his face in Bryce’s good shoulder. Bryce’s hand comes up to absently pet his hair, and Jared falls back asleep that way, Bryce’s fingers carding through his hair as he scrolls through god knows what with his other hand.

~

On AO3:

Tags: Bryce Marcus Matheson/Jared Marcus Matheson/Julius Halla, I was really tempted to put Julius Halla Matheson but I think that’s enough chaos for right now, this is how I’m coping as a Hallason shipper, with OT3s, and threesomes, au just in that erin matheson doesn’t exist, sry erin it’s not personal

Tags: Bryce Marcus/Jared Matheson, no plot just vibes, soft shit, I literally just got here but, Bryce Marcus is a bottom you cowards,

Archive Warnings: Underage

Tags: Bryce Marcus/Jared Matheson, Rafael Sanchez, Just like the regular level of underage jared was when he met bryce nothing sketchy, or sketchier than reality lol, meet cute, my hc of how they met,

~

“If this is about Jared I’m hanging up on you,” Stephen says as he picks up his phone.

“You knew, didn’t you!” Beth says.

Stephen hangs up the phone, and puts it back on the table, face down.

It, of course, immediately vibrates. Gabe looks at it, then at Stephen.

“Don’t give me that look,” Stephen says.

Gabe continues to blink mildly as it goes to voicemail, then starts to vibrate again.

“You talk to her then,” Stephen says.

“Hi Beth,” Gabe says. “How are you? Yes, I did know who my linemate was married to. No, I didn’t think to tell you. Well, because I’m not sure how it’s relevant to you, Elisabeth.”

Stephen smirks at Gabe as his face grows continually wearier. His fault for not just hanging up — it may be mercenary, but it means Stephen doesn’t have to listen to whatever Beth’s telling Gabe.

“Let me give you Stephen,” Gabe says.

Sometimes Stephen forgets that Gabe has spent a little too much time around him for his own good.

‘Fuck you’, Stephen mouths, but Gabe just smiles and continues to hold his phone out.

~

On tumblr:

The Bryce Marcus/Jared Matheson tag has doubled in the last 36 hours. You guys okay?

Can’t sleep gotta write fic.

I think I speak for all of us when I say, from the bottom of my heart: no.

But like in a good way!

Where my Julius/Jared shippers at? How y’all doing?

Well we found out Jared Matheson is actually gay and married to a man literally from the lips of Julius Halla…in the context of telling us he’s married to a completely different dude and also now I’m legitimately worried about their friendship since he just outed his bestie so idk you tell me.

This.

Do we change it to ‘Jared Marcus Matheson/Bryce Marcus Matheson’ or Jared Matheson/Bryce Marcus’ or is it chaos or —

The AO3 tag wranglers have been by and they’ll all redirect to ‘Jared Matheson’ and ‘Bryce Marcus’ so don’t worry.

But why isn’t it redirecting to ‘Marcus Matheson’?

Show us the papers and we’ll do it. Legal name change documentation please.

You have all been shoving these definition of Average Dude hockey players in my face all ‘look at this beautiful man’ and none of you showed me Jared Matheson, Actually Beautiful Man? What is the MATTER with you people.

You have been in the wrong corner of hockey fandom trust me. his beauty was Known

east coast bias even in hockey rpf smh

Want some fic recs?      OBVIOUSLY.

Hey remember a few years back when we all made fun of Bryce Marcus for not knowing his own initials judging by that JBM necklace? Wikipedia says Jared’s middle name is Bradley

JARED’S MIDDLE NAME IS BRADLEY!!!!!!!

I would like to submit a formal apology to Bryce Marcus who a) can spell b) is the most romantic man alive and c) has clearly been TRYING to get caught this whole time.

[waywardseraph]

Scrolling through tumblr has been a rollercoaster today. Tons of Sam lovers slandering Dean. Tons of Dean lovers slandering Sam. I don’t understand the hatred. And it may be in part that I don’t consider myself a ‘Sam person’ or a ‘Dean person’ so there isn’t that divide there. I am a Winchester person.

Sam and Dean have both made mistakes. It’s okay to admit it. For example: when Dean was sent to purgatory and Sam never looked for him. That was a mistake. I didn’t agree with that and still don’t. Another example: when Dean tricked Sam into giving Gadreel permission to occupy his body. That was a mistake and it was wrong.

Admitting that isn’t blasting hatred towards Sam or Dean. I understand why they did it. I understand how hard it had to be to make those decisions. You have to understand that you aren’t in those situations when watching the series; so you are able to think it over with a rational mind. Sam and Dean wasn’t given that privilege. Their decisions were fueled by emotion, so naturally, mistakes were made. And it’s not right to hate either of them for it. You can hold them accountable and not like the decisions that were made, but that doesn’t mean you have to be disrespectful and slanderous.

To elaborate on the ‘I am a Winchester’ part in the beginning, I’ll start with Dean. He is not a love interest to me. I believe that if I was in the series then Dean would be a brother to me. I relate to him a lot. And not in the “this is my favorite character, so I’m gonna change my personality to be just like him” kinda way.

I grew up on the road. I never had a house, never had a room. My family and I were crammed into hotels for my entire life, traveling between states to follow my father’s job. The longest we ever stayed somewhere was a couple weeks at most. Countless schools, no friends, no freedom. At the time I was the youngest (I am now the middle child) and all the responsibility fell onto me. I won’t elaborate further on that subject but it was a lot. And all of that doubled when my little brother was born. It was hard and I struggled, both mentally and physically because of it. When I did reach out for help, I was shut down or ignored, so I learned to cope by myself. To smile through the pain with the quote ‘Fake it til you make it’ cycling through my mind. I am 21 now and can’t say that much has changed. I could go on and on but will cut it short for your benifit.

On to Sam. Him, I consider a love interest. His ability to go through so much trauma that barely anyone could hold a candle to, yet still not belittle those that are expressing minor trauma is heart warming. He is gentle, expressive, compassionate, and caring. He tries so hard to belong even when he expresses multiple times throughout the series that he doesn’t feel pure. As someone surrounded by a die hard Christian family, I know the feeling. With Sam, I feel like I could sit for hours and talk with him, never worrying if he is listening or wishing I’d just shut the fuck up. Not to mention I love animals and I think Sam would absolutely adore Tigger, my holland lop rabbit.

With all of that being said, I love the Winchester brothers so much but for entirely different reasons. They both hold a special place in my heart.

And Cas, that beautiful winged man, I relate to him as well. But since this post is about the Winchester brothers, I didn’t include him. But just know, you are in my heart as well. Squished right in the middle of Sam and Dean.

If you read this far then you deserve a reward. Here’s some pie: 🥧 (Dean made it himself) Enjoy!

[lizandbo]

hi:)

could i request a scenario with mha boys where the reader is midsize and she is a foodie. she like cooking in the dorm kitchen, but her bf notices her not cooking as much and feeling self-conscious. srry if it sounds stupid :) <3

OML NO IT DOEST SOUND STUPID I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AHHHH

thankyou for requesting<333 i literally squealed when someone actually requested something :,) sorry if its long tho lol

Masterlist

if you wanna request other things go ahead!

katsuki

Since you like to cook and katsu is good at cooking, yall can have lil dinner dates yk?

anyways yeah katsuki doesnt care if you eat like 6-8 times a day n make a lot of food

whatever makes you happy and comfy is what he wants for you

Usually you make food for the two of you in the afternoons, a mini date(?)

he spots you in the dorm kitchen and makes his way over to you; snaking his arms around your plush waist, putting his head on your neck

Katsu observes the food that your stirring rn and goes:

“Are you making a plate for yourself y/n?”

“Yeah..?”

“Why’s it such a small damn batch then?”

“Im just… I guess im not that hungry today”

“Damn nitwit you think I dont notice? yesterday you only ate itty bitty snack. now today your portion of the food is rat sized shit”

he left the silence for you to answer, which you didnt really wanna answer since katsuki would quite literally explode if you told him the truth

“Theres nothing to worry about i just kinda got off tack the last two days ig”

“…fine”

the next couple days hasnt been any better

he saw you scrolling through tumblr, but around this time you were eating or at least both at the same time

“y/n stop fucking with me”

you: 😀❓

“tf do you mean”

“Im not blind y/n you stopped eating, this isnt like you”

he was practically towering over you while you were sitting on the bed

Kat stared in the middle of your gorgeous soul

“speak damnit..”

“… do you like me this way?”

“What?”

“Like.. big? and i know eating all the time wont help either”

“This is the most dumbassery I've ever encountered in my whole life, it doesnt matter to me if you are bigger than most people. the only damn thing that matters is the person who you are in the inside… im not tryna be sappy damnit”

katsu crossed his arms “now, were going to eat your f/f whether you like it or not” he grabbed your hand and dragged you to the kitchen to have a lil dinner/ cooking date

throughout the dinner/cooking date he said lil reassuring words to you to help out your insecurity

kirishima

^ this is basically how he acts after sparring

Kiri hugs you from the back placing gentle kisses on your neck, going up down n across the nape

the gesture tickles you a bit, scrunching your shoulders up a bit

he squeezes you, loving the way that your whole body feels like a pillow

“How about we go out and eat today?”

“But its really expensive, i can just make something quick for you”

Kiri squishes you even more and basically hops on the couch with you still in his arms “but we can get all the food that we want tho!”

All you wanted to do is just run away, laser all the fat off and just be done with it and feel like a ‘normal’ person, without feeling like your being judged all the time

“Yeahh but we can also eat something… more healthy”

“but you always love to eat with me! whats wrong?”

“Idk i just dont feel like it today”

“Its ok, somedays are just like that”

he kisses you quickly and yall stay and cuddle there for a bit

eventually you guys pick up some snacks together

even just picking out something or mentioning food just makes you go uneasy and eiji notices

for the whole week you havent been doing your normal cooking, just simple quick snacks after school and avoiding eating out

kiri realizes he has to do something bout this

“hey baby?”

you were sitting at the table, scribblin things down

“did you eat today?”

“Yeah i ate some cereal and thats about it”

😐 “baby no you gotta eat more, why dont you cook for us!”

you continued scribbling

“But i dont need to eat more do you even know what i look like??”

“Yes i do and its a wonderful sight”

“Eijiro no”

“Eijiro yes!”

“wtf is wrong with you kiri”

“I look like a bloated walrus or a whale about to explode”

“No you do not look”

he squat down to your tummy, lifted the fabric that was covering it kissed it a bunch of times n nuzzling and everything

your cheeks got heated really fast by the action

he looked up to you “see? you got nothing to be ashamed of, its a really nice pillow” he went to your chest and nuzzled that too “and heres your really sweet personality”

he hugs you really tightly and kisses at the crown of your head and his hands goes to your cheeks and squishing them too

“your so cute, you know that?”

“Shush”

yall ended up cooking together, mostly you tho

“Your like a wizard in the kitchen!”

“And your the goblin that never learned how to cook”

“Damn y/n ig someones grouchy”

after yall are done making the food he spoonfed you, making sure that you felt loved and understood

[cyle]

Hi Cyle, so Tumblr has something like 600 million blogs in total. I'm wondering whether the costs of hosting so many blogs is an issue & whether it'll systematically delete them like how Flickr was gonna delete a bunch of photos at some point cuz of server costs or something. Because the main reason I use Tumblr is to dig through archives, so that would be a bummer.

I love rediscovering the past here, Tumblr is absolutely teaming with dormant blogs, aesthetics from late 2000s and early 2010s, it's the most wonderful thing to me, rediscovering those ancient posts like I'm wandering through an abandoned library in the middle of a forest. I vaguely remember some talk about a "time machine" feature, so that gives me hope that the dormant blogs are here to stay.

Expanding on the time machine thing, how would that be implemented? Maybe like a date configuration on the dashboard and the ability to see old blogs and posts and hashtags and whatever else as if they were new and active depending on how far back you set your date. Would be great for getting the dormant stuff back into circulation. Maybe if this is well thought through and implemented practically and functionally, Tumblr will become the first platform to not actually be bound by time, by the present moment. So it can exist in any time in history, all the way back till it's inception in 2007. different users interacting in different time periods at the same time.

Maybe that would be confusing but I can sort of see it working, again if it's implemented well. Because there's just so much history on this platform. And it's famous for having old posts circulate now and then with the reblogs.

And another point... It wouldn't be limited to the number of posts today, cuz there would be "new" posts happening in all the other dates too. So there would be way more "new" posts for users to interact with. I think we might need parallel timelines. Or not! Just add more and more new posts to the old time periods when you've set your Tumblr time machine to that date. Ahhh it's a work in progress in my mind but talking about it makes me genuinely excited and hopeful haha.

I'll explain it more comprehensively if it's a point of interest for the team (this is just a 3am brainstorm). Because it could have some genuine benefits in making Tumblr feel more alive and bigger as a platform - like how it used to be. It is very much alive now because it does still have and always has had a great community. but a time machine might blow that up to astronomical proportions. All diff communities from across Tumblr history at the same time. After all "2014 tumblr" is probably the most used phrase that includes Tumblr in it. But Pre 2010 Tumblr was something else altogether.

Would love to hear your thoughts on this and any info u feel like dumping about the whole server cost query for the 600 million-ish blogs and how you manage them. Kind regards ^^

hey, long ask!

we have been experimenting with a new recommendation source of posts we’re calling “evergreen posts” which tries to surface great posts from tumblr’s whole history. you may see some in the For You tab.

having an actual “time machine” to go to specific times at tumblr is kind of already possible as a hack of the max post ID in the dashboard URL if you have “endless scrolling” disabled on web.

we could make that more of an obvious actual feature but i don’t think enough people would want to use it to justify the cost. neat hack day idea tho! someone did make a search time machine once for hack day.

[jackie-sugarskull]

Today marks 7 years since the reawakening of my Captain Underpants hyperfixation, which had been asleep for a very, very long time.

I had first discovered the books much like any kid in the late 90s/early 2000s; at the Scholastic Book Fair. If I remember correctly, the first one I had found was the second book, Attack of the Talking Toilets. I remember thinking how silly the cover looked, and it drew my little elementary school self in like a moth to flame.

I had quickly read it and absolutely loved it, and like discovering a new favorite treat for the first time, I immediately wanted more.

I was able to find the first book in my school’s library so I was able to get the full story on the two best friends who pulled the ultimate prank by hypnotizing their grouch of a school principal, and how it immediately became the worst decision they ever made. And I loved every second of it.

As the years went on, I eagerly anticipated the Book Fair’s arrival at my school and would beg my mom for a few dollars extra, just so I get my hands on the newest adventure.

I devoured every single story I could find and bought as soon as I could, and each one was more entertaining than the last. From alien lunch ladies and zombie nerds, to a megalomaniac professor with an incredibly silly name in a giant robot with charts that you could use to give yourself a silly name (mine is “Poopsie Bananachunks” BTW), to an insane hypnotized woman with Medusa hair that gave atomic wedgies.

The more I read and reread these stories, the more I couldn’t help but think that it would make a pretty fun movie, or at least a tv show.

These stories had been with me through a lot of ups and downs in my life, the biggest being my parents’ divorce. They were there to remind me that even when times could be tough, you can make it through and still be able to laugh at even the silliest of things, no matter how old you got.

By the time I was 10, I got my hands on the latest book in the series, The Big Bad Battle of the Bionic Booger Boy Part 1. I loved it as always, but was shocked to see it ended on a cliffhanger. This had never happened before. I was anxious to see what would happen and how George and Harold would get out of this mess.

But… it would be some time before I got those answers.

Time went on, and my attention went to other things. I found new hyperfixations over the years, and while I didn’t have the 7th book at the time, I was eventually able to get answers thanks to the internet.

Eventually I entered middle school, and I found myself drawn to new book series that I grew to love, but Captain Underpants remained a big part of my childhood and some of its happiest memories. And for a while, I thought that was all it would be; memories to just fondly look back on.

But that all changed the winter of 2016.

It was the halfway point between Christmas and New Year’s, and I was gonna be 24 in less than a month. I was spending my downtime between holidays like any other bored 20-something year old; scrolling through Tumblr, of course. It was during that time that I stumbled across this post by @mondentertainment. It was photos of posters from a Licensing Expo, showcasing upcoming animated projects, be it films or series.

Among them were a few that sounded promising, others not so much.

But what caught my eye was this.

A poster from DreamWorks with a very familiar face on it.

I could barely believe what I was seeing, and from the comments and reblogs on the post, neither could a lot of other people.

It was like a door that had been long locked in the back of my brain finally burst open, and all those memories came flooding back, particularly of a reoccurring thought that ran through my young mind whenever I would look at those illustrations every time I turned the page.

Could it really be true? Was one of my favorite childhood books finally getting a chance to truly come to life on the big screen?

It had already happened once before after I read Coraline in middle school, so there might be a chance.

As you could probably imagine, I poured my thoughts of hope and excitement into the tags as I reblogged the post.

And when the trailer finally dropped three months later, it was like meeting that one childhood friend you never truly forgot all over again.

So much happened after seeing the movie on opening night, including meeting Dav Pilkey himself!

And all the great memories and friends I’ve made since rediscovering the fandom all lead back to that one moment on December 28th, 2016.

And I couldn’t be more grateful for that.

[anantaru]

Hi! Long time lurker here with some words of wisdom if you will. Gonna apologize in advance if it's too cutthroat, but know it's not directed at you with malice.

It's not your responsibility to cater to every person on the internet. It's not your responsibility to curate an image that makes other people accept you. All you can do is be yourself (whether that be actually you or your internet persona if you have one) to the best of your abilities. At the end of the day, who gives a fuck if someone is triggered by some offhanded comment? You kinda just have to think, "Sorry you experienced some unpleasant things, but I don't know you or your history."

Not your monkey, not your circus.

The issue with the internet today is that too many people are so fucking sensitive about context and self-imposed perceptions. Too many people have a victim complex with a snowflake mentality and it makes me want to blow my brains out everytime someone has a freaking melt down over something so little and once again self-perceived. To be honest, you shouldn't even have to apologize, but it's kind that you did.

From this moment onwards, I want you and anyone else who may read this to remember that it's literally not your responsibility to make anyone comfortable on your little corner of the internet. It's yours, post whatever the fuck you want. Anyone who attacks you is just a fuckin loser who can't cope with navigating life like an adult, or staying in a kids place if they're a minor.

I'm tired of seeing all this unnecessary discourse like we're a bunch of highschoolers or even worse, middle schoolers, jesus fucking christ. On that note, I hope you feel better, I'll be rooting for you from now until you decide to leave. Thanks for all of your hard work, and try not to let the bullshit bother you so much.

hello! 💕 i wasn't planning on answering any asks regarding this situation anymore but this ask really woke me up. i for one, totally agree with you and i have always had this mindset as well, like there's been plenty of times where i would scroll through social media and something would catch me off guard or even trigger me (which happens so rarely), but honestly guys, i don't care when this happens lmao, i just kept scrolling and forget about it in two minutes like i have so much on my mind in real life with my profession, i do not need something online to force itself into my peace and it's the internet, you will stumble upon something that might upset you.

I believe if you are on any social media site, you cannot expect everything to go according to plan, even considering you take the necessary steps and block certain tags (for example on tumblr) it can very much happen that you will still be exposed to it. at some point you have to realize that this world is not accustomed to you, nothing is, wether in real life nor online, you have to accept that there will always be different views and opinions that will piss you off or not align with you, make you mad or sad, but what you should never do in this situation is send hate or make it seem like a person is this awful individual.

you are not a good person if you bully people, and even if you show us all the awful things you had to go through in your real life, it is not an apology to bully people and you can attempt to make us feel bad, but i don't have sympathy for bullies, even if you were bullied yourself, especially then you should know how it feels like.

again anon, thank you so much! 💕 i was really questioning on how to behave on this blog anymore, it's a huge blog and i have found it to be a little overwhelming, but then I remember that my readers are the sweetest people out there and I know I have the best little corner on the internet here, with them by my side 💕 you really brought me back to reality, thank you nonnie.

[sunstar706]

Hear me out: Bucky Barnes is 100% not Jewish.

I’ve been doing a lot of scrolling on Tumblr/Ao3 the past few days looking for other people’s opinions on the nitty gritty of Bucky Barnes’ background, and realized- a lot (a *lot*) of people headcanon him as Jewish, which I find really interesting. Judaism, on the whole, is an extremely interesting subject, as the only non-universalizing Abrahamic faith, the only ethnic Abrahamic faith, and the oldest Abrahamic faith (making it one of the oldest monotheistic religions ever to exist).

Let me present to you my speculation on Bucky’s religious background. First of all, we know Steve is Catholic. Just getting that out of the way.

Am I a geography and demography nerd? Yes, yes I am. And I also have a strange hyperfixation on names. That’s why this stood out to me immediately.

James Buchanan Barnes, born March 10, 1917, into a poor family in Brooklyn, New York.

James is a really ambiguous name, with versions in pretty much every Indo-European language, as far as I know. It’s the number one baby boy name in the United States of all time, beating out the second place name (Robert) by over 300,000. Honestly, this name tells me nothing. Moving on.

Buchanan. It’s Scottish. That says a lot. It was fairly common at the time for the eldest sons middle name to be the mothers maiden name, so we can safely say that Winnifred Barnes (née Buchanan) was most likely Scottish.

Now, this is where we get historical, and also where speculation starts. As many Outlander fans will know, things went south for Catholics in Scotland after the battle of Culloden Moor and the Jacobite rebellion, however… The Roman Catholic ecclesiastical hierarchy was reestablished in Scotland in 1878. Catholic emancipation occurred in 1829, and there was a revival of Papism in Scotland, along with an influx of Irish Catholic immigrants coming in (especially with the potato famine starting in the 1840s in Ireland), so, while Catholicism isn’t as popular in Scotland today (approximately 15% of modern Scots are Catholic), when Winnie was born (likely somewhere between 1897 and 1900, I usually put it at 1899) there would have been a good number of Catholics in Scotland. There’s a really good chance she was Catholic.

Now. Barnes. If there was ever an extremely English surname, it was Barnes. It’s pretty hard to provide reasonable evidence that George Barnes was not English, so, let’s run with that. While England today has high percentages of Islam, Hinduism, and even reasonable amounts of Sikhism and Buddhism, it was… very Christian back in the day. In fact, the only really established non-Christian religion in England was Judaism (England contained approximately 60000 Jews in 1880, a number which rose to 300000 by 1914. However, please consider that the majority of these people were fresh immigrants escaping anti-semitism in Eastern and Northern Europe, who would not have had the surname ‘Barnes’). Delving further into English Christianity- they were Anglican, pretty much.

Guess what? Protestants (ex. Anglicans like George) and Catholics (like Winnie) don’t like each other. While marriage between Protestants and Catholics wasn’t illegal in the uk at the time, it is extremely unlikely their families would have approved. So, Winnie and George moved to NYC. (Actually, this is how my very own great-great-grandparents ended up in New Zealand).

So, where does James Buchanan Barnes lie on the religion side of things? I can tell you The chances that he’s Jewish are very low. I’d say he’s probably Catholic, even if just to blend in- New York is extremely Catholic, even today. He could be Anglican. After all the shit Hydra put him through, he’s might’ve given up on religion all together. Or maybe he converted to Buddhism. A lot of people do that (Buddhism is the third largest universalizing religion on earth). I’m kidding, don’t take that seriously, he’s not a Buddhist.

I think he’s Catholic.

But hey, nothings concrete. I’ve read some really great stories where he’s Jewish. I’ve read great stories where he’s Catholic.

-Ranger616

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Idk if you write Tim, but I had an idea. Tim and reader are tumblr mutuals and everyone ships them. They decide to meet irl and fall in love with each other. They have tumblr fan girls for their relationship. Idk I just feel like this has Tim vibes. He’s the only one in the batfam this could possibly happen to.

Tim scrolled through the notifications on his phone and smiled a little. You'd been on early today. Either you had a late shift or you were playing hooky.

"Talking to your girlfriend in Canada, huh?" Jason asked smirking.

"Shut up-"

"Anyone write any porn about you today?"

"They don't-"

"They absolutely do," he snorted. "Babs found a whole tag. It gets pretty interesting since no one knows what she looks like."

He felt his cheeks heat and exhaled sharply.

"Do you even know what she looks like?" Jason asked, eyes glinting. "Like- how do you know she's not a 40 year old man in Florida-"

"She's not!" Tim said, "We talk on facetime-"

"It could be his daughter."

"Fuck off!"

"Why don't you just go meet her," Dick offered, shooting a glare at Jason.

"I don't think-"

"You've been talking to her for years," Dick reminded. "Since you were like 14- pretty sure she's not a middle-aged man."

"She's busy-"

"You're a goddamn CEO," Jason snorted, "You're not?"

"C'mon dude," Duke added, "People write ACTUAL fanfiction about your first date. Don't you want to even know?"

[notebooknonbinary]

Byler Week, Day 5: Secret Identities

This is outsider POV, i have invented a daughter and she's now My daughter (even though she's 15 in 2013 which means she'd be My Age). Also, based on This post I made a trillion, billion years ago—in November lol.

Emma is avoiding her homework. 

She’s got a mountain of an essay due on Monday, but writing has never come easy to her (not like Dad, amazing writer that he is, or her younger foster sister Alex, who is most definitely going to be a singer-songwriter). Both her foster dads are pretty cool about helping with stuff their children don’t understand. But Pops is the only one home with her right now, and he’s in his studio painting a commission. Even though she knows he wouldn’t care, she doesn’t want to bother him when he’s in the zone. She’ll ask Dad for help once he and her sisters are back from the store.

For now, she turns on the Xbox to play Mass Effect 2.

In the middle of recruiting Archangel, she gets a ping on her computer. Her friend Corgi has messaged her. It’s a row of question marks and a link to an article.

Identities of Award-Winning Artist-Author YA duo, Bloomfield and Blackmore, revealed in Tell-All Leak by reliable anonymous source. 

gengaratemycorgi Emmy, isn’t this your foster dads?

Shit.

“Pops!” Emma calls. 

There’s a distant clatter and splash, and then Will runs into the room. He’s got red paint splattered down the front of his shirt, making him look a little bit like he’s been stabbed. “What’s wrong Emmy? Are you okay?”

Normally she would tease him about the paint spill. Instead, she silently shows him the article and watches his face drop. He plops down beside her.

“Well, shit,” he says, reaching up to brush his hair from his face and inadvertently getting paint in it.

She's too worried about him to even giggle over it. “Are you and Dad gonna be okay?”

Will huffs a tired laugh. “We’ll be fine. The Lab’s NDA has expired. I’m honestly surprised we lasted this long under the radar.”

Emma can’t help but agree—her dads having so many different pseudonyms was bound to bite them in the butt someday.

“I’m gonna go call Mike, and then see about sorting this mess out.”

She’s not entirely certain if he’s referring to the mess of the leak, or the mess of paint all over him.

-

When everyone is back, she and her sisters sit in the living room—watching Mike and Will walk around, on the phone with their agents and the publicists of their book series’. Emmy feels a little bit useless, leaning her head on Rachel’s shoulder. Beside them, Alex has her earphones in and is journaling—conflict makes her anxious.

Eventually, her dads get off the phone and instead sit at the table on their laptops, typing out statements for the press and their social medias’. (And with all their names, there’s a lot of social medias to go through.)

Still feeling useless, and for lack of anything else to do, Emmy opens tumblr and scrolls to the new post made by her Dads’ official account.

-

BloomfieldAndBlackmore When we originally created ‘Elliot and the Other World’, we were required (legally) to publish under pen names. Thus, Bloomfield and Blackmore were born. We weren’t expecting Elliot and his friends to be as well loved as they’ve ended up being, though we are forever grateful for that. It’s thanks to fans like all of you that Elliot and the Other World is still going strong today!

Then, four years later, when we wanted to publish ‘Smalltown Boys’, we knew that our publisher would never allow us to publish a Gay romance under the same names as E&tOW, especially not back then. But Smalltown was too close to our hearts to set aside, so we created Lewis and Xavier Wakeham. (We flipped a coin on who got to be Xavier, and Mike is still the tiniest bit bitter that I won.). It was still a struggle to get it published, but we’re forever grateful that we were able to. 

Around that same time, we were beginning to foster. Our youngest at the time suffered from terrible nightmares (a plight we know well), so Mike and I would tell stories to help him back to sleep. Our oldest thought they were good enough stories to be published. We could have probably published those under Bloomfield and Blackmore, but that would have meant editing out that Prince Adam has two dads, and neither of our children would have ever forgiven us for that. So Oak and Rose joined the scene, publishing stories for kids like our foster children. It’s something that’s brought a lot of joy to our family.

Things began to get complicated after a colleague and friend, Ed Munson, wanted our input on a Dungeons and Dragons anthology he was creating. While he likely would have been fine with us using our pen names (as Elliot and the Other World is largely based on D&D), that would have required him to keep secrets about his own project. So out of respect for him, we used our own names.

We don’t know if that’s what led to this leak. The investigation into who tipped our names to the press is still on-going. To whoever it was, we’re not mad, we’re just disappointed.

To our fans, we send our love. -Will and Mike

-

She scrolls through the reblogs.

-

BananananaAmanda “Required legally???????? Sirs ????? Were you in some kind of witness protection??????

DNDNotebook Amanda don’t be stupid, they probably had some kind of job that would have fired them for writing DnD books--it was like the 80s and people thought DnD was demonic.

BloomfieldAndBlackmore Well, actually, you’re both a little bit correct (though Amanda is slightly more correct, please don’t call them stupid). - Mike

BananananaAmanda My favorite author used the correct pronoun for me and also defended my honor im in tears rn.Also though, my witness protection theory has weight what????? Were parts of E&tOW Real??? ?????

BloomfieldAndBlackmore ..¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-

AllBimy5elf ‘we’re not mad, we’re just disappointed.’ pffffft. Honestly iconic.

-

Lovepeace23 are we ignoring the fact that they’re gay ?? and yet they’re writing children’s books?? Keep that shit away from kids pervs

DNDNotebook hey asshat, the 80s called, they want their bigotry back

tydieandying i’m thinking about the fac that since they’re gay,  maybe my headcanon that Elliot is gay for Dave is true

Dendy7ever even if they -are- gay (which isn’t confirmed) doesn’t mean you have to push that agenda on to their characters. Dave is in love with Elliot’s twin sister Wendy. And Elliot is just growing slower than the rest of the Club because of his trauma. You’ll see when book ten comes out.

AllBimy5elf ‘isn’t confirmed’ after they talked about fostering?? They’re literally dads together?? Now who’s pushing sexuality onto people?

DNDNotebook lmao also the ‘in love’. bro goes out of his way to hold his bestie’s hand, but doesn’t like holding hands w Em when they kiss? Fishy.

-

BananananaAmanda ok but,,, since the main reasons Elliot & Other Worlds has never gotten a tv show is because the series was still on going, and the creators weren’t in the public eye…show?? Maybe???

AllBimy5elf ok yes I 1000000% want an Other Worlds show, but Smalltown Boys movie when???? I want to see my gay childhood friends to lovers happy ending On Screen

-

DNDNotebook said

Can we ask about your foster kids? You must really care about them if you wrote them childrens books. How are they doing in all this?

BloomfieldAndBlackmore Thank you for asking. Our two boys are grown now, but we’ve called them and they’re doing fine--no one has harassed them about it, if they’ve even made the connection. Our three foster daughters are doing as well as can be in the circumstances. Our middle daughter was the one who alerted us to the article (Hey Pumpkin, we love you!!). We’ll continue to try and keep them out of the public eye—they didn’t ask for any of this hubbub. -Will

LostimtheOtherWorld hey is your daughter @/DemigodEmmi98?

A jolt of anxiety has her shutting her laptop. She looks up to where her dads are still working and considers saying something. She gnaws at her nails.

“You okay, Em?” Rachel murmurs, shutting her phone and throwing an arm around Emmy’s shoulder. 

Emma leans into the hug. “I’m being stupid.”

“I doubt it, this whole this is fucking scary. Plus you’re like a baby. I’m eighteen and I’m terrified.”

Emmy scowls. “I’m fifteen, not a baby. And you won’t be eighteen ‘til March.”

Rachel laughs, which makes Emma feel a little less anxious.

She looks to Alex, who has moved on from journaling to just listening to music and staring out the window.

“I think Alex needs your worry more than I do, she’s barely ten.” She’s probably freaking out right now.

Rachel gives her one more squeeze. “You’re a good big sister, Em.” Rachel moves over to quietly talk with their sister. Leaving Emmy alone on the couch. 

She sighs and forces herself to open her computer back up, and scroll through her notifications. As she suspected, her followers have somehow made the connection of her talking about her author and artist foster dads, and somehow it’s escaped containment to Other Worlds fandom. She’s got a hundred and eighty-six asks and two hundred new followers.

Most of the messages are nice ones, asking if she’s okay, or ones congratulating her on her cool dads; but there are a few—maybe from the same person—that say that they’ll pray for her immortal soul for having two dads? What? It’s 2013, not the Middle Ages! 

She deletes those, and the ones asking for inside scoops on future books, then debates attempting to answer the ones left.

The thought makes her exhausted so instead she makes her own post.

-

DemigodEmmi98 regarding the influx of asks from anons and followers wondering if Mike and Will are the foster dads I’ve been talking about… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

tydieandying Emmy is that a yes??

gengaratemycorgi lmaooo

-

Unfortunately that seems to immediately feed the fire, as she gets three more asks in the span of a minute. She opens up the message box from earlier today. 

-

Emmy: haha Immediate Regret(:

Corgi: u gonna be ok?

Emmy: ye, just. tired of tumblr right now lol, gonna jump offline for the next couple days til this all dies down. i’ll message u on snap. 

-

“Sorry about all this, Pumpkin,” Mike murmurs, when she tells him what’s happened. Emmy burrows into his hug. He’s been good at hugs as long as she’s known him—he and Pops make her feel so safe. 

“‘S not your fault, Dad.” She pulls back to grin at him. “Plus, missing school on Monday means I don’t have to turn in that bullshit essay I haven’t done yet.”

Mike snorts, scrubs his knuckles over her hair. “You are your fathers’ daughter.”

“Well, we all got doxxed, so I figure it’s our prerogative, right?”

Mike grimaced. “Maybe we should call your aunts in for a bit.”

“El and everyone are already on their way,” Will reports, entering the room again. He stoops to press a kiss to each other his daughters heads, before pressing one to Mike’s mouth. Then they’re both silent for a long moment. But it’s not a bad, scary silent.

They do this sometimes, Mike and Will--this thing where it seems like they’re speaking to each other with their minds. It could simply be that thing In-Love parents seem to be able to do, where they just know each other's minds (something her birth parents weren’t capable of). But, considering what she knows about their fucked-up childhood in Hawkins, she wouldn’t be surprised if it were powers. She could ask them, and they’d likely tell her the truth.

But Emmy thinks they’ve had enough secrets revealed for today, so she keeps her mouth shut and continues leaning against her parents.

[spookyshipperfics]

Fascinating (Part 2)

This was posted a while ago, but better late than never for a Tumblr drop.

Find it: a03 / Fandom: The X-Files / Rating: T

Tagging: @today-in-fic

Part of the Do You Like Scary Movies? series

What is it About? Scully and Mulder continue their hike in the woods after the new development in their relationship. If only Skinner wasn't around to witness it.

Read it: Chocolate and peanut butter swirled delightfully in Mulder’s mouth. He was on his third protein bar; Scully was halfway through her second. Skinner’s count was unknown. Mulder couldn’t be bothered with the assistant director, who remembered to pack a toothbrush but not two tents. He wrestled with conflicting actions: a swift punch to the face or dropping to his knees in gratitude. After all, Skinner’s oversight led to Mulder feeling Scully up just this morning. When she’d admitted to liking it, the message felt like it had been hand-delivered by cherubs on a ribbon-wrapped scroll.

“Mulder,” Scully groaned, almost as if she could hear his thoughts. “How close did you say we were to your supposed hermit cabin?”

Right. The cabin. The witch.

He cleared his head, reminding himself that Scully’s boobs weren’t the reason they were currently standing in the middle of a forest. Delving into his backpack, he traded the empty protein bar wrapper for the map. “It’s allegedly in this area… somewhere.”

The piercing hot glare she hurdled his way made him giddy. The heat shot to his core, his cock taking notice.

“Need I not remind you, Scully, that you called my theory fascinating earlier.”

“A mystery in itself,” Skinner grumbled somewhere off to Mulder’s left.

“I don’t want to spend another night in these woods,” Scully pleaded. “Not without more evidence. We are on a literal witch hunt, Mulder. It’s Saturday.”

His stomach dropped. Scully was right. This wasn’t a case; this was purely extracurricular. A mindless nosedive into the supernatural just because he was curious. Sasquatch hunting. Jumping onto ghost ships. Add it to the list of poorly planned activities he continuously threw himself into. No wonder Scully and Skinner had followed him out here with matching expressions of uncertainty.

Reckless was his middle name.

The memory of Scully’s soft skin beneath his palm made him realize he was reckless with everybody—everything—but her. Six long years together, and it took Skinner’s hiking incompetence to push them together. Now, he felt more teenager than man. Excited. Anxious. Overflowing with hormones. He’d do anything to touch her again like that.

Cut off his arm. No problem.

Close down the X-Files. Of course.

Leave the forest because it’s what Scully wants. Sure thing.

“Okay,” Mulder relented. “How about this? Since we are already out here, one final search, just around this bend, and then we head back. Scout’s honor.”

Scully revealed her satisfaction with a small smile.

“Before we do that,” Skinner said, forehead dotted with sweat. “I’m going to take a quick bathroom break. I’ve gone through almost my entire canteen already.”

With Skinner disappearing into the trees, Mulder turned to Scully. “Come here.” She took a step closer with the expected skeptical expression. “You have something on your mouth.

“Mulder,” she huffed, and he wasn’t sure what was more dramatic: the way she threw her hands up or her eye roll.

“What?” he asked. “What could I have possibly done to elicit that type of response?”

“It’s just…” The exaggerated gestures were gone. She picked at an invisible cuticle instead. “Sometimes you can be so—”

“Polite?” he interrupted. “Considerate. Respectful. If I didn’t tell you—”

“I was going to say bashful.”

“Bashful? Really?” His voice cracked with surprise. It was the last thing he’d expected her to say.

“It’s just after this morning, I thought we had made… um… progress. I didn’t expect you to revert to cheesy pick-up lines. If you wanted to kiss me, you could just do it.”

Surely, his jaw must be on the ground. He felt like he’d been hit with a teeth-rattling, head-rocking punch. The crunching of leaves signaled Skinner’s return. Mulder’s hand jutted out, wiping the smudge of chocolate from the corner of Scully’s lip. A leftover from their protein bars.

“Like I said, you had something on your mouth.” To prove it to her, he held up his thumb before quickly sucking off the offending chocolate. Scully stared at him, her blue eyes widening.

“Sorry, it took me so long. I got a bit turned around,” Skinner announced. Mulder and Scully were still staring at each other. They must have looked like a pair of idiots because Skinner cleared his throat. “Um… are you two okay?”

“Fine,” they both uttered a little too quickly.

“Actually,” Mulder began, tearing his gaze from Scully’s. “Let’s spread out for the search. We’ll cover more ground that way.”

Scully and Skinner nodded as he plopped his backpack on the ground, digging through it.

“Here,” Mulder said, tossing them each a walkie-talkie. “These should be charged. We meet back here in ten minutes. No later.”

“Besides the cabin, is there anything in particular we should be looking for?” Skinner asked.

“A cauldron and a broomstick,” Scully jeered before stalking off.

It didn’t take Mulder long to find her. Scully’s hair was poor camouflage against the sparse greenery. She whipped around as a branch snapped beneath his weight. FBI training ensured her ears were sharp and her movements were quick.

“Mulder?” she questioned, eyes dropping to the watch around her wrist, likely wondering if she miscalculated the time, although they both knew she wouldn’t be the one to do that—not without a good reason.

He used the opportunity to close the distance, to urge her backward until her back gently connected with a tree. When she peered up, he leaned forward. He didn’t think, just felt. Scully’s statement flashed in his head.

If you wanted to kiss me, you could just do it.

So he did. He kissed her slow and thorough. His hand cupped her jaw and tilted her chin, bringing her closer. When he went to pull away, to check in, to see if he’d made the worst mistake of his life, Scully rushed forward. Her lips found his again, this time parted and hungry. He accepted her tongue. Sucked her lower lip. Did all the dirty things he’d fantasized about for so long.

Part of him had expected it to be different. Visions of kissing Scully often started with fancy bottles of red wine and candle-lit dinners. But he realized now that wasn’t her; those were expectations of other women he didn’t want. Didn’t need. He was ravishing Scully against a tree in a haunted forest, not just because he desired to but because she asked him to.

Her hands were in his hair. Pulling. Tugging. Beckoning him closer. His desperate want of her wasn’t new, but it had reached a new level. It was more manageable when Scully’s tongue wasn’t lost in his mouth. When he hadn’t known what her whimpers of arousal sounded like or how she tasted. God, she was a good kisser. So fucking good.

“Mulder. Come in.” Skinner’s voice crackled through the walkie-talkie clipped to his side. “I’m back at the rendezvous. Over.”

They both jumped. Tongues slipping from each other’s mouths. Hands falling from each other’s bodies. Suddenly, Mulder was right back to his predicament this morning in the tent. Hard as a rock and crafting a hit list with Skinner’s name at the tippy top.

He fumbled with his walkie-talkie. “Be there in five,” he huffed, releasing the button before grumbling, “Skinner is the true evil in these woods, Scully.”

She smiled, her lips still swollen and wet from his kisses. Her cheeks were flush, her hair messy. The idea that he’d done that to her sent a jolt of arousal through his core that wasn’t helping matters. “We should head back,” he said. If he was lucky, his erection would dissipate on the walk.

“Hmm. That’s a shame,” she commented, reaching for his hand and entwining their fingers as they walked back to Skinner.

“What took you two so long?” Skinner asked with an aura of annoyance when they emerged from a tangle of trees a few minutes later—hands now unclasped. “What happened to ‘Meet back here in ten minutes. No later?’”

So, Skinner wasn’t just a cockblock. He was nosey, too. Mulder shrugged. “I guess my watch is slow. I ran into Scully on the walk back.”

Skinner’s eyes narrowed. However, if he wasn’t satisfied by the excuse, he didn’t say it. “I didn’t find anything. Certainly, no cabin. You?”

“That’s a negative on our end,” Mulder confirmed.

“Let me guess,” Skinner began. “This is the part where you argue you need more time. That the truth is out here; we just have to keep searching.”

“Actually, I’m ready to get back. I have more pressing things to attend to in Alexandria.” Mulder struggled to keep his gaze on Skinner, to not side-eye a freshly kissed Scully beside him.

“You’re full of surprises, Mulder,” Skinner commented. “I thought for sure we’d be out here another night on a witch hunt.”

“I guessed the same thing, sir,” Scully offered. “However, it seems I was able to talk some sense into Agent Mulder on the walk here.”

Now, both he and Skinner were staring at Scully, but Mulder knew only he could see the glimmer of mischief in Scully’s eyes.

“I argued this witch likely serves a greater purpose for the locals. One of warning,” she continued. “The woods can be a dangerous place. Crafting a tale like this is intended to keep people away. It’s practically ripped straight from a fairy tale.”

“Makes sense,” Skinner agreed.

Scully nodded. “That’s what Agent Mulder said, too. He was quite generous with his receptiveness, actually.” The tiniest upturn of her lips deceived her otherwise perfect poker face. She was flipping the tables, trying to get him back. God, he loved her. “What did you call my theory again, Mulder? Fascinating?”

“Beautiful,” he corrected, delighting as a blush spread across her cheeks.

“You two really are weirdos, you know that?” Skinner muttered before setting off down the trail.

Mulder had a big grin plastered acorss his face. He couldn’t disagree with the sentiment.

Come show some love on a03 here.

[djemsostylist]

I've been really offline this year, and it's due almost entirely to my work. I'm mostly just venting now, but this year has been the hardest I've had since Covid, and I fear a future where it doesn't get any better.

This year, I have not one, but TWO students who go off at nothing. And by go off I mean I have to evacuate my room and just hope they don't break anything or throw anything at me that I can't dodge. And this happens for no reason--a simple direction, passing out a piece of paper, giving a direction I've given 100 times could result in a tantrum that clears my classroom for over an hour as a bunch of adults stand around watching, because restraining a kid now requires at least five adults and a mountain of paperwork. So instead, I'm forced to watch as a 7 year old destroys my room and their mom tells me "at least it's not as bad as they were in kindergarten" or blames me for not calling them in the middle of class when they first started throwing things.

Beyond my two, I have another 4-6 who are simply obnoxious. I'm often loathe to call kids obnoxious, but these students are rude, inappropriate, refuse to follow basic directions, and generally make my every day horrible. They fight and bicker and argue and then get mad and rude when I ask them to please stay seated and follow basic directions.

The others aren't bad, but they laugh and encourage the bad behavior, talk incessantly, and basically need constant supervision and stimulation. Law now states I'm not allowed to discipline kids--no missing recess, no writing lines, no missing resource, no anything I used to be able to do to make an impact. Students are mandated to attend quarterly parties that we can't take away because every students has the right to attend.

I get no breaks during the day--I'm required to watch them at lunch because half of them are incapable of sitting still for a half an hour to eat food, and many of my resource class breaks (while the kids are at gym or art) are taken up with meetings.

And that doesn't even address staff shortages. Today a teacher on my hall called out, and there was no one to take her class, so we were all saddled with 4-5 extra kids. I ended my day with 27, and with no music teacher, I also had to watch them during resource, so I got no moment to myself between the hours of 9-4:30.

I've also had two teachers on my hall quit this year, which means I've been responsible for writing plans and grading papers for three classes, getting two long term subs set up in a classroom that has been left in a lurch, and also becoming a surrogate teacher for 46 extra students (on top of my 23).

I sit in on every IEP meeting for the grade level, which sometimes means 4+ a week.

I'm tired. In my bones, in my soul. I come home tired every day, and some days its all I can do to lay on my sofa and scroll through youtube or reddit. I don't even have the energy for tumblr, because liking something means the likes will pile up or I'll need to comment on something a mutual had posted and it feels overwhelming. I'm back playing Destiny because it's the sort of mindless thing I can do almost without thinking. The Horus Heresy is done but 40k feels lifeless by comparison so I'm sort of slow in getting into new things. Last weekend I painted a little, and that feels productive at least.

I just don't know if it's going to get better. This year, the students seem to not care, about school or about their behavior, and the parents know they're awful (I've had parents openly admit their child hurts them or their siblings at home) but yet seem to have little desire to make any changes to try and curtail the behavior.

I don't really know what I'm trying to say I guess. Just that I feel like we are genuinely raising a generation who doesn't understand consequences, that we are not allowed to discipline because parents refuse to allow their child to be held accountable for their actions.

I'm tired. And I genuinely don't know if it will get better.

[silverbladexyz]

Android joke

*The art is not mine. It belongs to it’s original owner

I was scrolling around on Tumblr and I realised that there was nearly no Adam content. So I was like, “why not write something for him?” This man needs more love. Anyways uhhh I hope you enjoy!

Tw: Reader getting knocked out because of their clumsiness, Adam being Adam, toxic comparison, slight mentions of death, reader is 16 and is a moody 16-year old and emo.

Stormbringer spoilers below!! Btw this is platonic

“Ugh. Why did I sign up for this again?” You groaned as you followed your sister through the long and brightly-lit hallway. Researchers and their assistants walked past, each donned with a white laboratory coat that seemed spotless. They greeted your sister with a polite nod of the head, but nobody paid attention to the grumbling 16-year old trailing behind her.

“Cheer up! You volunteered to help me, and I guarantee that you won’t be disappointed! Besides, you’re going to be the first person other than me to see my creation! You’re going to love him, for sure!” Your sister spun around once, the light reflecting off the 20 medals pinned on her white laboratory coat.

“May I remind you that it was you that dragged me into this and forced me to participate? Your creation? Please, remember how many accidents you got into when you were a child?” You scoffed.

“Ah, but at least I’m a genius!” She smirked, and you scowled. She was always the smarter and better of you two. You were just a normal person; someone who envied her in the shadows while she basked in the light.

Dr. Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin Shelley, or Dr. Wollstonecraft for short, was a scientific genius in the field of engineering. Many of her co-workers deemed her as a ‘prodigy’,  but she merely said that she was a petite adult. Her ability let her design anything she wanted; perhaps it was why she had gotten so many medals. And it was just your luck that she was your sister.

Not that having a sister was bad; you just wished that your sister was different.

Every time she had gotten a medal or an award, your parents would praise her endlessly. They then would boast to their family and friends all day about her. It was always about her. Never you.

It wasn’t long before your parents started to compare you to her. Saying things like ‘why couldn’t you be smarter’ or ‘why can’t you work harder, just look at your sister!’ You had grown so used to hearing those comments that by now those were just regular statements in your life. Yet, it still stung every time your parents looked at you with disappointment evident in their eyes.

“Hellloooo? Earth-to-Y/N? We’re here already! We can’t have you spacing out now!” You blinked and glared at your sister, who was jumping up and down impatiently and waving you towards the door.

“We’ll be monitoring my creation and improving him from the intel that we gain on today’s session. Afterwards, we’ll repeat the process for a while until everything is perfect!” She chirped. You stopped, trying to process her words.

“For a while?”

“Yup! This process will go on for a couple of months!”

“...” Your glare turned darker. First she drags you into this without your consent, then she tells you that you had to keep doing this for months?! What happened to basic human rights?

“Don’t look so mad! You’ll love him; I’m sure of it! Now, in ya go!” She opened the door and waved you in, and after glaring at her for one more moment, you reluctantly went in, the door shutting behind you. Here was another thing about your sister: she was always so stubborn that you could never win against her. At this point, you had given up just talking to her.

In the middle of the room was a pod. You watched as the pod unlocked with a click. The door slid open effortlessly, revealing the inside of the pod, which was pitch black; so dark that it reminded one of a black hole. You held your breath. Just what was your sister’s creation truly like?

Something moved in the depths of the pod, and a very ordinary looking man stepped out. 

You frowned. 

Did your sister really just engineer another human? 

It was impressive, but it didn’t stop you from getting madder at her for wasting your time.

The man wore a blue suit and blue pants. He was quite tall; taller than the average male. White gloves were donned on his hands, and a barcode was imprinted on his neck. His hair was brown, while his eyes were greyish. He surveyed you, and you stood a little straighter. Being in his presence felt a little... overwhelming.

A few moments passed where the two of you merely observed each other.

Suddenly, his neck loosened and extended, his head bobbing up and down like a slinky. Your eyes widened as your jaw dropped, full on gaping at him like a fish out of water.

“Look, I’m a pigeon.”

“H-Haaaaah?”

~~~

You couldn’t be in any better situation now.

After receiving that little scare, you had tripped and fallen backwards. Just your luck, you bumped your head hard on a table that was behind you and got knocked out. You cursed internally at your clumsiness.

The first thing that you saw when you woke up was the man’s face quite close to yours, monitoring you. This prompted you to yell again and scramble, backwards while muttering something about personal space. The man just tilted his head in confusion at your reaction.

“Please calm down. You suffered a mild concussion, and while you were passed out, I treated you.” His voice was weird; it sounded human-like, but there was a certain quality to it that sounded AI-ish.

“T-treated me?” You stuttered, still eying him warily.

“I have a first aid kit stored inside of me for emergencies. I am properly equipped to treat hospital-grade wounds.”

It dawned on you. “Are you a robot?”

He stood up and straightened his tie. “I prefer to be called Adam, please. I am the first ever autonomous humanoid supercomputer for law enforcement use from Europole-”

“Yeah yeah, I get it, you’re something high-tech that a genius invented. I just asked you if you were a robot, not this whole advanced explanation that ordinary people can’t understand.” You stood up as well, brushing your shirt and scowling.

Adam tilted his head to his side, observing you with a calculating gaze. A few moments passed.

“From your tone and body language, my calculations say that you are feeling this emotion called ‘anger’. What that means, I have a vague idea. However, I am informed on how to comfort you. Would you like to hear an android joke?”

You stared at him, wondering if there was something wrong in his head. But then again, your sister also had a few screws loose. It wouldn’t be weird if her creations were like that too.

“What the hell is an android joke?”

“One time, a phone-”

“I didn’t ask for one, dammit! Gosh, you and the way you speak are so annoying!” You drew out the chair and sat down, wishing that you were someplace else right now.

“Do you want me to do something to make you feel better? A hug, perhaps? The best hugs are normally the ones-”

“I only want you to be quiet and give me a moment of peace!” You snapped back. Adam fell silent, but he didn’t seem to be offended. Rather, he seemed neutral. You felt slightly guilty, but you didn’t want to apologise and give your sister the satisfaction.

A few moments had passed in silence. You crossed one leg over the other, still internally brooding. How much longer would this session go on for?

“... You didn’t say no to the hug.”

“Oh shut up!”

~~~

“This time, please try to engage in conversation with Adam. We barely managed to gather any information from your last session, and time is running out.” You scowled slightly as you followed an assistant through the hallways.

“What exactly do you want me to talk about? The weather?”

“Anything, really. Just keep it appropriate.” The assistant approached the same set of doors and opened them, ushering you inside. The doors closed as soon as you went in. Sighing quietly, you straightened your back and mentally prepared for what you were going to face.

When you stepped into the room, Adam was already standing there, his back faced towards you. He turned around, and recognition flashed across his eyes. He didn’t seem the slightest bit resentful against you.

The slight guilt washed over you again, but before you could say anything, Adam suddenly bowed. The confusion must’ve been evident on your face, for he started speaking.

“My apologies for scaring you last time. I shall try to maintain personal space and will only interact with you if you give me permission to. However, on my part, I only wish that you will give me an opportunity to talk to you.” You blinked. They really weren’t lying when they said that they would improve Adam based on the intel they gathered. Already, he was more bearable, but it didn’t change how much you disliked this.

You shook your head and gave a short sigh, drawing out a chair and sitting down. You crossed one leg over the other and looked at Adam, leaning back into the chair.

“My sister says I have to make conversation with you. So, talk.” You instructed him. Adam turned his head, meeting your unamused gaze.

“I believe you were informed that your sister wanted you to conversate with me, and not the other way around?”

“Argh, just say something! And don’t ask questions about stuff I say!” You shot back, still feeling annoyed. You could’ve been doing your homework or listening to music at this instant, but no, your sister just had to drag you into this. Not that you had a choice anyways to begin with though.

Adam blinked, but he obeyed.

“What is the weather today?”

“Stormy with a chance of getting electrocuted.” You were known for having quite the sarcasm in your class.

“I see. I would need to make a backup plan for if I get electrocuted. Now the next question. What is your favourite colour?”

“Blood.”

“Very interesting. It is said that blood can be used to describe red, so I thereby conclude that your favourite colour is red. Am I correct?”

“Mmph.”

“Thank you for your contribution. What is your favourite food?”

“Fugu.”

“A delicacy. However, it is quite hard to manufacture as parts of the pufferfish are poisonous. There is also a 2.8% chance of death. Next question. Please introduce your relationship with your family.”

You glared at him. “And why the hell would you want to know that?”

Adam blinked. “It is merely out of curiosity and it was the next question that I could think of.”

“Well, forget it. I’m not answering that.” Adam nodded as he analysed you.

“From that answer, I can conclude that you do not have a good relationship with your family. And from the fact that your sister is a super genius, the explanation for that previous question is probably because your parents have compared you to your sister a lot-”

“Will you just shut up!!” You said loudly, your hand forming a fist. Adam tilted his head. His gaze made you start talking before you realised it.

“First of all, it’s called sarcasm. And second of all, I do not want to talk about my family because you’re right. I hate being compared to my sister all the time and I hate how I never can get my parent’s approval, no matter how hard I try! Right now, I don’t think I even am their child in their eyes!” You yelled. You didn’t care if your sister or the researchers were listening, you just had to get all of this out, even if the person listening to you was a robot that you had just met.

“Every time I go home, I see nothing but my parents’ disappointment in me. They keep saying stuff like ‘why can’t you be more like your sister?’ when in reality I want nothing to do with her. Hell, I’m even ready to move out from this family on the exact dot I become an adult!” You had been saving enough money from part time jobs you worked at, and it could be said that you were one of the richest in the class. You even had your eye on some apartments that you liked.

“Now answer me this. And I don’t care if what you’re saying is going to hurt me or not. Just answer me truthfully: Is it so wrong to want to be like my perfect sister?”

Adam stayed silent. He observed you, while looking like he was figuring out which answer was best. This made you even more mad.

“You’re a robot! So give me a perfectly logical, rational answer!”

“... From the information I have gathered, there is a 0.1% chance that you’ll be like your sister, or even close to her.”

“Wasn’t that so hard?” You scowled at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“-However, she is far from perfect. From what I gathered, you are more mature and less childlike than your sister. Although your attitude can be horrendous sometimes which may cause some people to dislike you,” you glared but he continued. “You are just a normal child. And there is nothing wrong with wanting to be like your sister sometimes. But your sister does not define who you are.” Adam straightened his tie and looked at you, his gaze softer. It was a look that nobody had given you before.

“If your parents are unable to see you for your own self, I suggest them to acquire some glasses. I recommend polycarbonate glasses. It will protect them from most sport accidents, but it is also quite good for bad eyesight.” Your eyes widened, but then you smiled a little, nearly chuckling. Adam tilted his head, and you met his eyes.

“You really are something, huh.” You said. It felt good to rant, and the fact that your sister’s creation had complemented you and affirmed your worth made you feel... accepted for once.

“Well, of course I am ‘something’. I’m made up of atoms that make up molecules-”

“I didn’t mean it in that way,” you sighed, but most of your anger was gone. What Adam had said really affected you. It was the first time anyone really said anything nice to you and meant it.

Maybe your sister’s creation wasn’t so bad after all.

~~~

Soon afterwards, Adam got sent on his first mission, and lots more after that. Each time, he returned successful and was praised for it by your sister, but he still preferred to talk with you at the end of the day. Your sister had teased you for it, saying that you did indeed end up liking him, but you had only rolled your eyes. She didn’t need to know how much Adam had grew on you.

Every single session you had with him seemed to improve him. He was now stronger, smarter, and more capable of holding conversations with humans. If it weren’t for his way of speaking, he would’ve passed for an actual human, but his small quirks often gave it away. It was still amusing nonetheless.

You admitted that you had grown close with Adam, although you never discussed your relationship with him. The robot had quite a unique and funny personality, and the way that he spoke was quite interesting. Conversations between the two of you flowed quite smoothly, and you often told him facts about humans to help him understand them better. You watched proudly as he cracked a full-on proper joke for the first time that you had taught him. His android jokes were still terrible though.

“I also am able to calculate the possible futures of a situation, and the percentage probability of each of the futures happening,” Adam once told you. Your eyes widened a bit.

“That’s kind of like seeing the future! That’s so cool!” There were only a few ability users who could see the future, and normally they were used for criminal organisations because of the usefulness of their ability.

Adam smiled and shook his head. “Seeing the future is being able to see what actually happens. While I only can predict possibilities, and to a limited extent. But I can calculate futures at a faster rate than an ability user seeing the future.” He said, albeit a bit proudly.

You stood up on the table. “So, if I were to jump off this table and onto the ground, what would happen?”

“There is a 99.95% possibility that you’ll land safely, a 0.04% chance of rolling an ankle or injuring yourself, and a 0.01% chance that you’ll trip when you land. But if you were to fall, I will catch you and help you stand up safely.” You grinned, stepping off the table.

The few months passed by in a breeze until your sister announced that Adam was going on the ultimate mission.

Apparently, he was being sent to arrest an assassin by the name of Paul Verlaine. In order to catch him, Adam must gain the assistance of a boy named Nakahara Chuuya, whom was presumably linked to Verlaine. You weren’t informed any more as the mission was top secret, but you did manage to gain a bit of information about Nakahara. Apparently he was your age.

You went to see Adam one last time before he left.

“Hi.” You cleared your throat. Adam turned to you and smiled his signature smile.

“Greetings.” 

You wrung your hands, trying to arrange your words.

“I heard that you’re going on a particularly big mission. So I came here to give encouragement, and perhaps a bit of advice.” You put your hands on your hips and drew a breath. Adam listened curiously.

“This Nakahara Chuuya person. I only managed to gather that he’s 16 years old, but that alone is possibly enough to tell you about his personality. From my experience, 16-year old boys were so much better than their younger selves. They start to mature and become independent, and they want to make decisions for themselves. But that also means that they could be quite stubborn when they want to. So,” you let your hands fall down by your sides.

“You gotta listen to him first, but keep explaining your ideas. He might not like it a lot in the beginning, but continue to be firm and patient and he’ll eventually come to accept your way of thinking. But, who knows? Every 16-year old boy is different. If he’s giving you a hard time, just immobilise him and make him listen.” You grinned, and Adam smiled in return.

“Understood. I shall try my best to do as you said and complete this mission. Thank you for the advice.” He nodded as he input the new information into his database.

A moment of silence passed between you two. You brushed some imaginary lint of your sleeves, while Adam was running a self-checkup on all of his internal processes. You wondered if you should hug him, but dismissed the thought, because you didn’t know if Adam considered you close enough for you to embrace him. The thought still lingered, though.

You were about to step forward when someone interrupted.

“Adam? Where are you? The plane is ready and it will leave without you!” The high-pitched voice of your sister appeared throughout the air. You turned towards Adam, who was preparing to leave, and tried to force down your worries. Adam wasn’t any robot, and he was specially designed for this mission.

“...Good luck,” you said softly. “Please try to make it back alive.” Adam chuckled.

“I’m not easy to defeat, and I’ll try my best to come back. Farewell.” He patted your shoulder and left. You exhaled, watching him go out of the door and disappear from your sight. You still felt his touch on your shoulder, and absentmindedly put your hand on it.

He’ll come back. He’s strong, and my sister isn’t a genius for nothing.

But you never know, do you? For all you know, Verlaine could be capable of full-on destroying a robot. Afterall, Adam isn’t invincible, and Verlaine must be so strong that even Adam was sent to arrest him. You scowled and drove the voice out of your mind.

The room felt emptier now without him.

~~~

A few days passed. It was the longest mission Adam had been on; his other missions took only a few hours to one day. Internally, you were worried that he would never come back, since your sister hadn’t heard from him in days. Instead, you tried to distract yourself by doing other things, such as drawing and completing your schoolwork earlier.

You sat in the room, doing your math homework. Clutching the pen tightly, your brows furrowed as you tried to remember the equation to solve the problem. You didn’t know why, but this room offered you some sort of solace, especially when you had a math test coming up.

“Come on... what’s that formula? I know that Adam taught me it before!” You muttered, biting your lip.

“The formula is 2 πr^2 + 2 πrh,” a very familiar voice said behind you. Your eyes widened and you slowly turned around. It couldn’t be, right?

Adam smiled. He looked quite new; there was no damage or dust on him anywhere. You suspected that your sister probably fixed him up, and wondered how bad Adam could’ve been beaten on the mission. But you pushed that thought to the back of your mind; Adam was back and that was all you cared about.

Immediately, you jumped out of your chair and launched at him. Before he could react, your arms encircled his waist, hugging him tightly. He did feel a bit stiff, but you didn’t care. You were surprised that he wasn’t cold, but he was neither cold nor hot. He was the perfect temperature.

Adam blinked and tilted his head. According to his database, humans gave hugs as a sign of affection between them and a trusted individual. Normally, the individual was expected to hug them back.

So he slowly put his arms around you, slightly patting your back. You held onto him for a few more seconds, trying to imprint this moment into your mind. Adam’s suit was even brand new; and it smelled of fresh air and slight bubblegum.

After a while, you let go of him.

“You’re back,” you whispered, smiling. A tear threatened to prick at your eye, but you blinked it away. You couldn’t risk Adam seeing it and teasing you. But his high-tech sensors might’ve already detected it. 

Eh, you didn’t really care right now.

“Indeed.” Adam smiled back as he looked you up and down.

“I followed your advice. Master Chuuya was stubborn and independent, but he had a kind heart. Although that didn’t stop him from calling me nicknames like ‘toy bastard’. What he meant by that, I am still puzzled.” You laughed, doubling over. It really felt good to have Adam back.

“Oh, and Y/N-san?”

“Hm?”

“Would you like to hear an android joke?”

“I would love to.”

P.S. And Adam’s android jokes were still terrible lol

So this one took me a bit longer to complete. I’m still getting a grasp of Adam’s character and reader’s personality isn’t something that I’m really proud of, but since school started again and I’ll be really busy soon, I decided to release this. I hope you enjoyed, and sorry if it’s bad 😅 now I can finally finish my hw :’)

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