#or should i just wait to add them into docs

[mysicklove]

you get a call one day from yuujis preschool teacher saying that he has been flipping everyone in the class off. when you talk to the child about it, he proclaims that sukuna told him it was a special way of greeting, and he should do it especially to mr. gojo whenever he picks up megumi :/

[arolesbianism]

Y'know I should rly do a comb through of the wiki and correct any mistakes in the logs cause even if I'm too lazy to add all the ones not there it would make double checking the ones that are on there much easier

[jarofstyles]

sooo what do you think level up!harry and y/n are up to rn? i miss them sosososo much, 'level up' might be my fav fic of yours!

Hmmmm 👀👀

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Currently, Y/N is a giggly, drunk mess. Harry was tipsy, but nowhere near as gone as Y/N. Stumbling into their apartment, Y/N gasped as she tried to look around, but it was far too dark.

"H-Harry? I think.. Think I'm losing my sight." She hiccuped. "Can't see. Should I call a Doc?" The words were slurred as she kicked her heels off, letting her purse drop to the floor.

With a chuckle, Harry adjusted his glasses and flipped the lights on, making Y/N gasp.

"Nevermind! It's back. I can see. Probably just malfun... Malfuntion." The incorrect pronouncation had him shaking his head, leaning down to pick her bag up off of the ground. Hanging it on the hook along with his jacket, he watched as she padded into the kitchen, making lots of noise as she looked for a cup.

"Malfunction, sweetheart." He corrected, greeted with a confused look on her face as she whipped around. His flannel shirt was around her shoulder, claiming she had been too 'chilly' at the bar for her bustier style top and dark wash denim to do the job. He'd handed it over, leaving him in his baby blue tee shirt. "Never mind. What do you need?"

While he was definitely a bit tipsy, Y/N was smashed. A rare sight he had only seen a few times so far, but entertaining nonetheless. She was excited and giggly and super clumsy which had stressed him out a bit, but other than that he was happy to see her let loose. The next semester would start soon and she needed the off time.

"Water. Banana. Uh..." she blinked a few times. "Oh! Chocolate chips. Please. Can I have some?" her fingers tangled in his shirt, giving him a pouty look that wasn't necessary but very appreciative. "I'll give you a blowie. Can't reach the pink cup."

"While I appreciate the offer, you aren't doing anything of the sort until tomorrow when you're sober." His large hands held her flushed cheeks, kissing the middle of her forehead tenderly. "You're so silly, baby. Sit down and I'll bring it to you."

Y/N preened, nodding as she climbed on to the stools they had at their breakfast bar- their dining table was cluttered with some of Harry's work- kicking her feet to some beat Harry was sure she was heating in her head as she waited.

His own clumsiness kicked in, accidentally knocking over one of the plastic cups they kept on the bottom. A yelp escaped him before he realized what it was, giggling to himself for the stupid scare. Righting it, he grabbed the pink cup from the top- much more carefully, he would add- and brought out the filtered water pitcher to pour her a cold glass.

Next he pulled out the large back of semi-sweet chocolate chips, pouring some into a small bowl meant for condiments, placing it back in the cabinet before finally grabbing her banana. He knew that she would need it to sober up and it would be a better scenario for her tomorrow.

"Here." he rounded the bar, sitting on the stool next to her with his own water. "Eat your snack then we're brushing teeth. Put some painkiller in my pocket to have at the bedside when you wake up." He smoothed her hair out of her face and lip gloss before she took a sip. "You're drunk."

"No. I'm Y/N. Or your Loooooveeee." She sang, wiggling her brows. "S'what you called me in front of everyone. you said, 'careful, my love.' and 'easy with the shots, my love.'. So nice. Sexy." She sighed, leaning into him slightly before popping some chocolate into her mouth. "Gonna marry you. Hope you know that. Get prepared."

"Trust me, It'll be the best day of my life." He smiled, steading her on the stool as she turned to him.

"Better than when we saw the baby penguins at the zoo?"

"Even better.

[20dollarlolita]

while youre wheelchair posting i wanted to say that you talking about why you decided to continue using one really changed my own perspective on my disability! i get awful chronic join pains usually triggered by standing, and although im taking the physical therapy route (im hypermobile, so thats the first option,) ive recently considered that using something like a wheelchair or a cane wouldnt be so wrong of me if i feel i need it

I tell people that I just want to be able to do the things that other people do. I want to shop in a store for as long as I want, without hurting. I want to walk around the mall and look at things. I want to go somewhere without having to plan ahead where I will sit down and how long we'll be waiting in line. I want to work a full day in my store, walking from the back room to the front, guiding customers to the different areas, and I want to do that without being in pain.

My wheelchair lets me do that. My body does not let me do that.

My advice to literally everyone who thinks they might need it is, "just get the damn cane." Canes are among the cheapest mobility aids out there. They come in insanely cool colors and styles. There are ones that fold up when you don't need them. You can get one for $10 and you can just go into Walgreens and buy one. Worst case, which is also best case, you just spent the cost of a trip to McDonald's on something you don't use. Worst case, which is also best case, you find something that lets you be yourself doing the things you want to do for longer and with less pain. Worst case, which is also best case, you see that it helps you and it is the gateway into getting a more supportive mobility aid that lets you live a better life. Literally every worst case scenario you can think of is also your best case scenario. Get the cane.

I went to Goodwill on my lunch break just now and they had a rollator for $8, so we're going to experiment with Pink+Rollator in the upcoming days. Currently I'm okay with walking short distances but I really can't stand for more than a couple of minutes, so bringing a device that's also a chair with me seems like it'd be a good step in my mobility.

But yeah, to everyone who is going "hey, I think I could benefit from a mobility aid," this is me, a disabled person, telling you to go for it. You didn't need my permission, but you have it anyway. Get the mobility aid!

A wheelchair is just a chair with wheels, and you didn't need anyone's permission to sit down at a rolling desk chair. You were able to look at the options given to you by the world and choose that, in that context, sitting down on a chair with wheels was going to be the best for your body and your personal convenience. You can look at your body and your environment and make statements like, "I should not be standing for 55 minutes in this line. I can only stand for x minutes," and that's normal. Abled people make decisions like "I'm not going to stand for this long" or "I'm not going to walk this far," all the time. But when you add, "so I'm going to bring a special chair with me, so that I can wait 55 minutes in this line, like all the other people in the line," suddenly it feels different. But abled people are allowed to always be making judgements for when they're pushing their body too hard, and they make decisions all the time about when they're going to take advantage of an aid or take a break, so the only thing that changes when you're disabled is when you have to decide to use it, not at all that you have to use it. People get to pick what shoes they want based on where they're going, and that's just picking a device to aid your mobility as needed for a certain environment. Using a mobility aid is a totally normal thing, except that we've artificially labeled them as "normal person accommodations" and "ask for this and you're disabled."

Disclaimer: obviously bring it up with your care team if you are interested in using a mobility aid (and you have a care team). A LOT of doctors are hesitant to tell young people that they should be trying a mobility aid, but will say you'll benefit from it if you bring it up. If you have a PT then they're likely to have input about what are the best options and how to set them up. Also some doctors can get you mobility aids for free. Even if the cane you get from your doctor is black and boring and doesn't fold, you can still go to the store and get a cane that's fun and cool and then use the one the doctor gave you as a size reference to know how to set the one you just got. Hey, free cane.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

The itch for destruction, the hands of repression and my theories on AFO's involvement in Shigaraki Tomura / Tenko Shimura's past:

For all I prefer to interpret the hands around Tomura as AFO's way to control his grief and turn it into a weapon, there's another option to it.

According to the canon, Tomura was using the hands to keep himself in check*. Supposing that what AFO said is true and Tomura's itching is his urge to destroy*, then he was using the hands to remind himself of what he did to his family and why he couldn't let himself be left unchecked*.

Image for the orange text:

AFO, talking to Tomura:

" You carry an urge for destruction that you yourself can't even control. That itch is simply your body letting you know that your urge can't be contained any longer. "

Image for the green text:

AFO, talking to Doc Garaki:

" He wears the hands of his family as if he's restraining himself, reproaching himself. With his memories locked away, all that's left are residual emotions. He's insecure. Just look at him. He doesn't even realize he's holding back when he's using his quirk. "

Those panels raise several questions.

For example, we already know how suspicious it is that AFO was the one able to find Tenko. Chances are that he had been observing the Shimuras all that time, but then why didn't he kill them before? What was he waiting for?

Another suspicious thing is that the hands of the Shimura were in perfect condition.* Tenko killed them at night. He says he flew from his house, he ran away. *

No one, absolutely no one showed up.

It happened in seconds, of course. The backyard probably looked like a war zone or something.*

Images for the red text:

He decayed the house completely, to the point it was split in two when he left. He decayed the sidewalk in front of his house and if you look closely, the house next to the Shimuras too.

The question is: how was AFO able to search within that disaster for each individual hand of the Shimura family members before anyone could get there to clean it up? Those hands looked almost fresh, as sick as it sounds.*

You're telling me that AFO found Tomura— who was not speaking between, he went mute for a while after what happened that night— and he "coincidentally" found a way to get the hands of the Shimuras like it was nothing?*

My theory is that AFO manipulated Tenko more than we are allowed to know up until now.

Image for the blue text:

Doc Garaki talking to Tomura:

" These are your family members' remains. "

Did the police ever get there? To erase Tenko's existence just like that means that AFO had to either pretend Tenko died too or somehow he managed to erase the Shimuras altogether. What was said to Tenko and Hana's school? Or Kotaro's workplace? To the neighbors?

Were there any neighbors even? A house gets demolished at night with people screaming and no one even panics thinking that a villain can be attacking them?

Of course AFO had cops on his side. It's just a bit insane to me to think it worked out like clockwork just by accident.

Theory aside, it makes sense that the memory of his family kept Tenko anchored to his morals and the rights and wrongs of society.* He was a good kid, he wanted to be a hero to help people. He is also the type to hate injustice to the point he can't shut up about it. No matter how many times his dad punished him for following the hero ideals, he kept trying.

(I wish I could add more than 10 pics, but you should absolutely re-read My Villain Academia and pay attention to Tomura's general hesitation when it comes to hurting people— before AFO).

Like I said, there are several moments of Tenko avoiding his "destructive" side and holding the justice he knew from his childhood close to his heart.*

If what AFO says is true, then he repressed his memories in order to keep his quirk from being too aggressive towards others.* It was a defense mechanism that tells us that Tenko didn't want to hurt people, because he was fighting the urge to do so.* He was even becoming self-destructive in order to contain his urges.*

Images for the pink texts:

Panels show Tenko wondering on a street with his hands clasped together to avoid touching anything and therefore decaying it.

AFO talking to Tomura:

" What is that you want to do? "

Tomura talking to AFO:

" ... The two punks that hit me earlier... I want to kill them. "

AFO talking to Tomura:

" Aaah, poor child. What are you so afraid of? Just follow your heart. "

( notice that the encounter of Tenko and the two punks happens BEFORE Tenko had the hold amoral combo with AFO.

The panels show how Tenko almost reaches to decay the people who just hurt him, but he forces himself to back down, close his hand in a loose fist and leave it at that).

Like you could notice in the last image, it was AFO who gave Tenko the impression that he could give in to the urge to kill and destroy because it was okay.* Previous to that moment, Tenko was full of hatred. There are several panels of Tenko saying "I hate them all " the day he got his quirk and the Shimuras died. The difference is that he only killed the Shimuras because he couldn't even control his quirk and he killed Kotaro in particular with purpose, but while he was practically blind with the rush of all that was happening.

Never before Tenko killed someone premeditated. Never before he planned it.

When AFO gave Tomura the impression that the itching was because he wanted to destroy* and it was okay to destroy to get rid of the itch*, that's when it all went to hell.

It's a dangerous thing to tell an impressionable 5 years old who just got out of an abusive home in the most traumatic fashion. Especially because Tomura's hatred got mixed with the guilt over the way he killed his family. He was convinced that the fact no hero saved him was justice for what he did. He was throwing up over it. He ran away from home, scared because he was the culprit. He was 5 years old, I must remind you all.

AFO falsely liberated Tenko from his guilt by giving him the freedom to destroy*. It was clearly not the solution because Tomura's itch would only go away temporarily after destroying whatever was annoying him.

Listen, we all want to destroy things that annoy us on a daily basis. The problem with Tenko is that

A) He is very very little.

No one explained to him that he was allowed to feel pleasure over the fact his family could not abuse him another, while he could also feel guilty because that was not the way he wanted things to end. He lost his family. No, even worse, he killed his family. Even if they hurt him, he also loved them. Those feelings can coexist within him, but he shouldn't confuse one thing with the other.

B) All kids have tantrums.

If any 5 years old was given that type of power and I promise way more incidents like that would happen. They are kids for a reason, they don't know better. It's the job of the adults around them to teach them how to tolerate things and live in society.

Laws are there for a reason too. They are meant to keep people in check. No, you cannot murder everyone because you are stuck in the morning traffic. No, you can't murder your boss because they're an asshole. You cannot erase everything that bothers you from the Earth. Why? Because it won't make you happy in the long run. We need to learn to coexist with our surroundings, annoying as it could be.

AFO did the opposite. Just look at the way he speaks to Tenko. Even working on the assumption that Tenko always wanted to kill, it was AFO's manipulation who set him on the villain path.*

Image for the purple text:

AFO talking to Tomura:

" Otherwise, you'll be the only one suffering.

Integrity. Morals. Ethics. All of them are just social constructs designed by some guy who wanted harmony in the world.

There's no need to let yourself be held back by them. In the end, what you yourself want to do is the most important of them all. "

We know AFO is not the most reliable narrator and neither is Tomura, right? The bnha manga is currently on chapter 414. We're at the point where Tomura and Deku just started seeing each other's memories. Hopefully, the manga will soon clarify / reveal the truth and this meta would be obsolete.

Take this purely as a couple of people creating theories for fun, because they want to entertain themselves in hypothetical scenarios. Okay?

Time to close this endless meta post by saying I think AFO was wrong about the nature of the itch. It does come from a form of desire to destroy, but I think it's Tenko's reaction to seeing injustice and not being able to do something about it. It started at home, when he was unable to change the way his dad treated, when no one would defend him or try to stop his dad.

When Tenko killed the Shimura's, his hatred grew to everyone because he found them unfair. You could say hypocritical too. He learned to hate himself for killing his family, learned to hate the heroes saying something and doing something else, especially All Might because he is the symbol of heroism, but wasn't there to protect Tomura from all the pain. Isn't he "all mighty"? He hated Deku for the same reasons / for being a copy of All Might.

It's a twisted version of Deku running to save someone without even knowing what he's doing. an instinct none of them can deny. Where Deku's instinct was nurtured and taken care of, Tomura's was taken advantage of and corrupted almost beyond recognition.

But that's an entire meta I'll post later, so I hope you all enjoy this rambling. No idea if it makes sense, for which I apologize.

Any asks, to the inbox as always <3

[orpiknight]

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GO S3 was announced! Will you be updating the FAQ still? Yep! :)

--- Who? Vel (blog OrpiKnight)

Why? I'm excited about Good Omens 2, I was looking through the Asks on Neil Gaiman's blog anyway, and I like having a constructive outlet when I'm going through so much information. And there were a lot of repeat questions. I mainly made it for me and my friends for reference, but then decided to go ahead and throw it out into the Tumblr void, too.

Will you be actively updating it with new questions/answers? Maybe. Wait and see. (Edit: Yes. I can't seem to stop myself.) *When I update things, I usually put the new questions at the bottom of their section, even if they might fit next to something else in it better. This is just to make new ones easier to find. Later on I might reorganize them.

Can you put it in a Tumblr post? No. It's too much information, it can hang out on docs (which is 30+ pages). I'm pretty sure I would hit a word limit if I put it on here. Or break my dash. Or accidentally delete it. *You don't need a Google account to access it. I have tested this signed out on non-Chrome browsers. (I use Firefox btw)

You missed some Asks. Yeah... there is no way I could get all of them. I had to draw the line somewhere.

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I found an error (typo/link not going to where it's supposed to/accidentally wrong info/etc.)?

But seriously, it's okay to message me to let me know. It's very helpful.

Can I have shared editing access to your document? No.

About the fanfiction thing... Please end my suffering. (And Neil Gaiman's) Edit: I should probably clarify that I do like fanfiction.

I have personal opinions. Please be nice to me.

Can you add or change this, that, or whatever? I work irl, am usually tired, and don't have much time to constantly edit every little thing. Unless you're Neil Gaiman himself asking, it's likely I'm just going to leave it how I organized it. And I mean that in the politest way possible. Speaking of, if you would like to help me out at all with things like bills, medical costs, and food— here's my: Venmo: @ajgvel Ko-fi page

It's not expected of course. Regardless, much love to everyone, and thanks for making a space where we can all have fun together about something we enjoy. ♡

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[findroleplay]

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[theminecraftbee]

“And you don’t go touching the railgun, you hear? But you do occasionally take a lap around it so if someone tries to clean up lag again, it’ll look used,” Doc is saying, pacing around the small pile of a mattress, several sweatshirts, and a single scratchy blanket that Ren’s been staying on the past few days.

“Mhm,” Ren says.

“The bees take care of themselves, man, but you’ll refill the bee water anyway so they stick around. And the plants! If it doesn’t rain, you’ve gotta water my plants,” Doc says.

“Have it written down,” Ren says.

“And you don’t touch the elevator. If you break the elevator I will break your neck.”

“Dude, you made the button spam-proof. I don’t think I could—”

“You don’t break it.”

“Okay, okay! Don’t worry man. I’m really just here to eat ice cream and watch the Princess Diaries while you’re gone. This dog is taking a break,” Ren says, gesturing to the television he has set up in front of the bad mattress Doc had pulled out from somewhere. “I’m here to recover and relax, man, not to break your redstone.”

Doc squints at Ren.

“Besides, what are the odds you’re gone for more than a few hours? Didn’t Grian just want you to come help with some weird little thing?” Ren adds.

Doc sighs, shoulders dropping a little from where they’d been curled-back and tense. “I mean, yeah, I guess. You know I get caught up. If it’s interesting I could be out for more than a day, and I mean, you’re fine now, but—”

Ren swallows.

“Yeah, no tiny crown here. I’m all good, dude.”

“All good,” Doc says, and they smile weakly at each other.

“Have fun showing Grian what a real scientist can do! The place won’t break while you’re gone, promise,” Ren says.

“Yeah, yeah,” Doc says. “And if it does you know who will pay for it.”

“Geez, I get it! Am I at least allowed to touch the oven? I want to make some pies.”

“I can’t believe you can still eat those things, man. Yeah, sure, go for it.”

“I’ll have them waiting when you get back,” Ren promises. Doc flies off. It feels strange, like there’s more that should be said. Maybe that’s why Doc was panicking, even when he’ll probably be gone a day at most.

Ren shrugs and goes to get the ice cream out of the freezer. He’ll check in on Doc if he hasn’t heard anything after he finishes both Princess Diaries movies. Honestly, he won’t break anything, they were living together just last season…

(Later, he’ll turn over in his head just how much that interaction had been preparing for a longer goodbye, and wonder how much they’d both known, somewhere in their heads, what was about to happen. That’s later, though. Then, Ren’s still caught in his own head, admit it or not. Then, it’s not like Ren really knew what Doc had been called over for at all.)

[sol-consort]

Repost of an ask I accidentally deleted.

Pov: You're a turian discovering this new sapient species broadcasting their whole location to the galaxy very loudly and decide to go down to investigate the humans.

Humans are like a rubber ball, which is what the first contact war proved. The harder you throw them, the harder they bounce back, and the next thing you know, all of your loyal turian population are sending creepy fanmail letters to the cute human news reporters.

The fact that we express joy by showing our teeth probably is something that never sat well with the turians ever, huh?

Also POV: you're the Councillors meeting the human team sent to you trying to convince you on why they should have an embassy right next door and please let them in the citidal please please please please please please-

We Don't bite .Often. We are silly little guys let us in come on. We have been STARVED for any galactic connections. Please we were this close to blowing each other up with nuclear weapons.

Ignore that last bit. Hahaha. Ha. So let us in! Friends! We are friends, let's be friends now. Tell us how you guys reproduce and what you eat. We have cats! We have chocolate, and we have produced more porn than a single human can consume in their lifetime! We have everything you need so let us join the partyyyy.

We've brought beer :) You don't have that, right? Let us in, and we will give you all the food we've made.

Humans annoying their way into getting an embassy so soon is very hilarious.

Because you know damn well that our politicians played the first contact war card and guilt tripped the council into letting us sit on the big kids' table after the turian bullied us to hell and back. We brought the waterworks and pretended they really hurt our feelings just to get the shiny human embassy office.

It didn't matter that they threw us in some random office next to the elcor and the embassies food court. You know damn well none of the humans stayed on the office and they're constantly annoying their neighbour embassies or the citidal tower instead.

Hell, we even stooped so low to accept being called the council's new favourite pet race just so we can get all the benefits and jumpstart our integration into the galaxy.

Constantly asking questions. Constantly touching things. Constantly asking to eat this and drink that without regards to if it will kill us or not.

That's how they found out humans had the most diverse genetics btw, before they could get any tests done on the humans with viable results, they found the said humans eating everything they come across and updating a google docs sheet of things they tried that haven't killed them yet.

The doc is shared between all the humans on the Citidal, and everyone adds their updates. Some even tried inedible stuff just to see, because what if space plastic is different than our plastic? Sure, they ended up in emergency care, but it was so worth it.

The humans are very impatient, and the other races quickly learned. They want something done, and they want to do it now, and they want to get the gratification immediately! They make the salarians look like monks despite their short life spans

In the span of a year, earth humans were sending in job applications to different colonies and planets, ones they haven't even visited yet.

By the span of 5 years, humans successfully spread through the galaxy and you always find one nearby. It's harder not to spot a human than it is to spot them.

How do you find out if the person wearing this armour is an asari or a human? Simple, just wait.

The human will announce it themselves by doing some dumb shit like twirling the loaded gun in their hand to do a really sick trick they saw on the human social media app, tiktok.

Udina was a little shit, yes, but you know that man was knocking on the councillors' doors every day at 3am. to show them his powerpoint presentation on why humans deserve a seat on the council.

Humans fit wherever you put them. They eat everything, they can handle most temperatures. they only need oxygen and some sleep, and they're good to go!

It's hard for the aliens to predict just what type of human any given one of us they meet could be.

There's just too many to keep track of. The most rude person and the nicest person a turian have met are both humans.

They want to see the stars, they want to take pictures, they want to stare at pretty sunsets on different planets and they want to speak to aliens, hug them and learn more about them

They're burning bright like a star, wanting so much all the time. It's intimidating to the other races how hungry humans are for information and connection that they come across as a bully. Their friendly nature gets misunderstood and their kind gestures gets questioned for ulterior motives.

Because humans love helping, it's in our genetic code as a tribal species. We love feeling useful for the tribe and fulfilling others needs. We love giving someone a sip of our drink, opening the door for someone else, picking up a stray empty can and throwing it in the trash.

Going on useful fetch missions just to see someone else smile, hearing a stranger vent because we have been there, smiling at people we make eye contact with, giving compliments and laughing at jokes we overheard from strangers.

We are social, be it online or offline. We love others, we love loving others and we want others to love us back. Each human is so different yet so similar, some of us will feel more at home with the aliens than with other humans while others might not even stomach leaving earth

We are also...kinda of feral in a way? We don't notice it because we're surrounded by humans.

But if you look closely, so many of our traits are animalistic and could be perceived as scary by an alien that had thousands of years to evolve past them. Our hardware is still relatively new, and an update won't come for a long time.

The hugging. the yelling, the dancing, playing tag. games of chase. We evolved from predetors, our eyes are trained to follow a single target precisely.

Rough playing with your friends, enjoying throwing objects and catching it like a ball, enjoying tearing through food with our teeth. Hell we look like predators, we act like ones too.

We're not like worker bees, like turians who always give their all to everything they do.

No, we preserve energy, then lunge at our target the second it's gaurd falls down. A persistent predator that wears you down rather than overpowering you like a krogan

Btw, Korgans evolved from prey because of where their eyes are placed. Only predetors have forward facing eyes to focus on a single thing, the wider one's vision is the more likely they used to be a prey animal.

Side note, but Krogans would probably taste kinda good bc of that, predators' meat evolves to be shrivled and bitter. While Krogans have a literal hump full of food nutrition! Turians would taste bad unless chicken in that case... CHICKEN.

So do you think Hanar and Drell find it adorable that we used to be aquatic?

Anyway so-

In a single decade, humanity successfully integrated fully into the galaxy and joined the Andromeda project to explore the new one. We're like the opposite of hanar. So many other races achieved less than half of what we did in ten times the amount of years

Because we need social contact, it's vital for our survival as much as the sun is. It's our drive for exploring and hoping for aliens, for some other race out there we could befriend and learn about.

New things give us such a rush of dopamine and we're constantly chasing it with stars in our eyes.

In a way, the aliens probably felt the most special after meeting the humans. To have a race so interested in you and learning about you and appreciating your culture. To have thousands if not millions of humans ready to dedicate their lives to documenting you just because you happened to be the prettiest race in their eyes.

Like I'd gladly throw my life away to study the Drell.

And we things other races don't! We party harder funny enough.

A turian mentions it in ME2. How most alcoholic beverages everyone uses today, was invented by humans. How it seems like humans found out every intoxication there is and let it spread like wildfire to others. Out endless libraries of music, the videogames we've made, the art, the instruments we play.

And a Salarian mentions how human food is their favourite. Don't the Hanar also like our sushi? funny enough.

We're infectious. Easily accept anyone and everyone into our groups if we happened to click with them, we even befriended the animals on our planets enough to care for them like our own children.

[andersons-bayonettes]

I've been ranting to (and with) friends about the criminal lack of disabled readers or headcanons so buckle up people, this is gonna be one of my drabbles but with a hearing impaired Soap.

When you thought about it, it should have been pretty clear that John, as a demolition specialist, someone making and using bombs, specialised in tearing down any sort of obstacle, of all people in the military would most likely suffer consequences for his hearing. But it hadn't really struck you all that much, and neither had it him. In the military, everything was just fairly loud, so he didn't notice when he was back home on leave and you would call out to him, but he shrugged it off - he just wasn't used to the small voice you used with him.

It also didn't occur to you at first, but as the days passed he didn't get better, didn't adjust to your quietness, you were a bit confused. He usually adjusted fairly quick, but this time he wasn't, maybe it just took him longer? Another week passed and still nothing changed. You grew suspicious. John had mentioned having an irritating beep in his ear a lot when he was with you, but that was normal, right? And then you had mentioned it to John. John Price, that is, not your Johnny.

"He's not getting better even after weeks? Maybe you should go see a doctor. Just... Just to make sure. Soldiers tend to be easier affected by hearing loss anyways, and with him and his explosives? Take him to the doc, for me, will ya?"

And so you did. You had told Johnny not to worry when you took him to the city, having a nice date out, pulling him into a doctor's office in the middle of the day. You ha stood him to stay put in the waiting room, organizing everything yourself, you didn't want him to run in case he would realize. It was selfish and inconsiderate, but Price had asked you to, and you wanted to know. It would be better dealing with it together.

Johnny thought you had to go to the doctor yourself and was confused when they called his full name, instead of yours, but after you went into the room with him and the doc started with his exam, he realized what was happening. He felt a bit sad and disappointed you wouldn't talk to him first about this, he nearly shrugged the doctor off, if he hadn't seen your worried face.

"I'm sorry" was the first things the woman said, holding the results from the tests the nurse had done. "Your hearing is most definitely damaged because of your job. If you continue to work your current job, you will rapidly loose more of your hearing until eventually going deaf." Johnny simply stared at her so you stepped in. Even if you knew he would never ever drop his job as a soldier, his spot in the 141 being way too precious for him, you stepped forwards. "What if he stopped?" The woman looked at you then.

"No matter what you do, his hearing will decrease. How fast is the only variable in your decisions I'm afraid. I can get you a prescription for hearing aids, however you need to realize, even if you would continue your work, the military doesn't allow deaf soldiers. Once you pass a certain threshold, the military will drop you."

Johnny was mad. He was really mad. And you? You didn't really know what to feel. It was terrible. He would loose his hearing, his job and even his friends with it, considering most of them were in his task force. His dream destroyed itself. So you called Price and told him. He didn't have a lot to add, but he soothed you when mentioning Johnny avoiding you for the rest of the day. He was mad, confused. He would get his bearings.

That evening, you both were laying in your shared bed, back to back. He still hadn't acknowledged you. You were okay with it. It was your fault. You shouldn't have gone behind his back. Just when you wanted to apologize, tell him you were sorry for ruining his dream, he shifted, rolling over and looking at your back. "Can I hug you?"

His arms embraced you, as yours slid around his torso, one in his mohawk, one between his shoulder blades, as he started crying. "I don't want to loose my Ears, don't want to loose my dream." You teared up as well, as he cried, pouring you his heart out. "Don't want to not hear your voice anymore. I'll never hear you laugh again." You soothed him, telling him you had time.

"I'll never hear you say that you love me again"

He had resumed his job as long as he could. And you were there for him all the way. Years had passed, since you had gotten the diagnosis and today was the first day of his retirement. Early retirement, but retirement none the less. You smiled at him, ths small black knobs in his ears nearly looked like regular earphones he used to wear, as he closed the door behind him and the other men, smiling back at you.

You raised your hand, looking at the members of the 141 behind him, as your hands motioned your exact words. "Welcome home Johnny"

[skibasyndrome]

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Thank you so much Joshua!!! <3<3<3<3

🎁: Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

“I might’ve googled some stuff the other day,” he admits, and Simon continues to stare on, now in wonder. “And uh, took a shower and all” he adds, now very sure he’s blushing. “You know, just kinda… anticipating that maybe something could happen if you came over” And when Simon still doesn’t say anything, the floodgates open. “Not that I was, like, expecting anything to happen at all,” Wilhelm runs a hand through his hair, just looking for something to do. “And obviously we don’t have to do that if you don’t want to, I was just kind of curious, because I really like doing it to you, and then I thought-”

It's very unedited and from the last part of You crave the Applause / Yet hate the attention, my beloved that I've been meaning to finish for... I don't even wanna look at the timestamp of the last update tbh gaaaah where is writing time when you need it

💡: How many WIPs do you currently have?

I have this bad boy right above that should get done very soon hopefully, then Vampire fic (my beloved), I have a kinda angsty Simon POV oneshot sitting around in my drafts and then I have tiny, tiny snippets/ideas waiting around in my docs for another 4 possible fics (but some of these are supposed to be collabs and both parties haven't found the time to seriously work on them yet), so uh? 3 very concrete ones and 4 that are somewhere between an idea and some first written words, idk if that counts.

🚦: What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

Oh gosh... tbh I LOVE the impact of an ambigious/angsty ending, but for the fics where I kinda wanna keep the ending like this I ALSO wanna do like a part 2 that resolves it because I'm weak like that 💀 So I guess happily ever after if I'm being truly honest.

🦈: Which character is the toughest to write?

I haven't done Simon POV before, so that's a bit more difficult for me tbh. I just feel like I can look into Wille's head better, idk?

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we all know i love a good writers game but i've done the wip game so many times that it's genuinely become redundant so i've decided to make my own little game!

rules: share the first line (or two or more!) of every current wip you have (that you feel comfortable sharing) and tag some writer friends! feel free to add the titles of your documents if you see fit

bro she's fucking cold Lucy Heartfilia and the cold were two things that were wholly and completely incompatible. A light breeze at the beginning of fall was enough to have her teeth chattering and she somehow lacked the ability to ever pick a seasonally appropriate outfit at the beginning of the day.

Cuffing Season The warm summer months bring with them a surge of job postings tacked upon the board at the guild, which always have everyone eager to get in on the Jewel rush before settling down as the temperature begins to drop with the change of seasons.

drunk lucy 2 The sunlight that streamed through the window would have been pleasant any other morning—Lucy would have revelled in the light and warmth it provided to her, relishing the feeling for just a moment or two longer than she needed as she snuggled up nice and cosy in her sheets before she woke up, refreshed and ready to take on a new day.

well i can't share the doc name bc thats a surprise so you just have to think one up yourself Somewhere in the drawers of her kitchen lay a scrapbook of all of the recipes Lucy had scrounged from recipe books and magazines over the years.

grocery shopping Natsu wasn’t entirely sure how he’d managed to get himself dragged into this. There were few things he hated more than grocery shopping—there were too many people, and sounds, and lights, and decisions, and food that he couldn’t eat until he got home.

hair time Glancing up at his reflection in the mirror, Natsu dragged his hand through his hair as he made note of his appearance.

insecure natsu teehee Finishing up their job should have been a quick affair. Hand in the bad guys, get the reward money, head back home to Magnolia. Should, being the key word there.

kinktober 19 (this one isn't gonna get done for kinktober sorry lol) Lucy was a creature of routine. Thursdays were her self-care nights—something she made abundantly clear to anyone she thought might interrupt her alone time (Natsu and Happy).

kiss compliation Lucy still felt giddy every time they so much as brushed hands and Natsu never made any attempt to hide the wide grin and heart eyes he sent in her direction every time they were around.

NATSU HAS A BREEDING KINK!!!!! The dialogue and subsequent laugh track playing from the television went in one ear and out the other, little more than background noise as Natsu lazed around on the couch.

natsu is a perverttttt The sigh of relief that Lucy lets out as they step into her apartment is a familiar one—one that Natsu has heard a million times over at the end of the day, after a job well done.

shirt For as much as Lucy loves cute clothes and getting dressed up all nice and pretty, she also values being comfortable—something that some of her cuter clothes do not afford her.

something there that wasn't there before “Knowing not that this was indeed the legendary sword called Excalibur, Arthur tried to pull it from the stone. He tried once, to no avail. He tried a second time, but still he could not pull it out. Then, for the third time, Arthur drew forth the sword-”

Lucy paused her monologue, waiting for her partner to interrupt, as was written in the script, only to be met with silence. Upon looking over at Natsu, she found him lying on the bed lazily looking over the script in hand but clearly not paying any mind to his scene partner.

too many beds The soft tap of fingers against keys filled the quiet as the receptionist looked through the vacant rooms of the inn, Natsu and Lucy waiting patiently on the other side of the desk.

“And was that one bed or two?” The woman asked, looking up at the couple.

“One.” “Two.”

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pls tag me if you do this! i wanna see what everyone's workin on :]

[siryouarebeingmocked]

Glass Onion (2022): Mixed company, mixed feelings

This movie is very Current Year, even though it finished shooting in 2021 and is set in May 2020. One minor joke early on; Blanc plays Among Us during lockdown, because he's so bored.

I am not making that up.

I had the same issue with the first movie. I wasn't sure what all the Topical References™ added to the movie. And I know we love to say that great art is timeless.

But as someone who actually does read a lot of old, public-domain, popular books, many  had topical social issues in them. Heck, the first Doc Thorndyke book is about fingerprinting, which was cutting edge science at the time, and even makes a self-depreciating joke about it's inspiration, Sherlock Holmes.

I've enjoyed the odd Clancy or Connelly or Cussler or Cavanaugh or Patterson thriller. And those tend to be pretty topical. (obnoxiously so, in one case) Not to mention my love of the Vorkosigan Saga, which was so progressive in the 80s it's still progressive now.

I've also seen stories that had poorly integrated topical issues and much better-handled ones in the same show. The same episode, even.

So I don't know why the political stuff in the two movies rankled. I'd say my issue is "politics I disgree with", but I just mentioned enjoying a book series which is clearly waaay to my left.

Heck, both movies are blatantly inspired by Agatha Christie, and I distinctly recall topical stuff in my mum's old copy of *Third Girl*.

Like, literally the whole plot.

I read it a long time ago, but I think I'd still enjoy it.

Other, less important criticism. And spoilers.

-Blanc intially felt like a caricature, which was very different from the way he appeared in the first movie. turns out that's deliberate. He later says he was playing up the folksy Southernness.

Even though he's an internationally famous detective who lives in a $10,000,000 Park Avenue penthouse.

Don't ask me about the high-waisted pants, the cute little scarf around his neck, or the 19th century bathing costume he wears to the pool. Apparently his style in this movie was partially Daniel Craig's idea.

Also, he's gay.

It's not made explicitly clear during the film, and the guy he's living with could be a roomie or friend or assistant, but Johnson confirmed it. I'm not sure what it adds to the film, except an explanation for the scarf.

And also some irony when Birdie flirts with him, even though he's famous and probably publicly known to be gay. Heck, just his visible discomfort in those scenes would be irony enough, whether or not he liked women.

Miles Bronn -possible shallow Elon musk parody --he’s fooling people w/ fake genius, when he's really just a charismatic idiot. And one who gets swindled, possibly. -There's one bit of irony. Early on, Miles guests on his private island get a COVID vaccine. It later turns out Miles is an idiot.

Since the movie takes place entirely in May 2020, the implication is that Miles should know it's basically impossible to develop a proper vaccine in just a few short months.

Cough.

The actual main protagonist isn't Blanc, it's Cassandra "Andi" Brand and Helen Brand. Andi is a tech genius who Miles ripped off. And also murdered. So her twin sister Helen, a teacher, steps in.

Anyone familiar with the Trojan War is probably going "hey, wait a minute..." Did I mention that this takes place on a Greek island in the Aegean Sea? Which has Troy on its borders?

And the first things we see in the film are tantalizing wooden boxes?

Helen poses as Andi with Blanc's help, so they can investigate the murder and figure out which of Miles friends, “the Disruptors”, killed Andi.

Both Brands are played by Janelle Monae. A famously left-wing singer and actress, whose biggest film role was in the movie Hidden Figures, where she played one of a team of black women in STEM forgotten by history.

And in this movie, Monae plays two hidden figures, eclipsed by white men. One maliciously, one charitably.

Birdie --Birdie is an idiotic middle-aged singer who keeps getting cancelled because she does dumb stuff. -She sexually harasses Blanc. This is possibly why Blanc's gay, to make it extra ironic. -She's introduced at a party during lockdowns. When she arrives at the island, she wears a completely decorative facemask.

-Birdie prides herself on her honesty. In this case, it means she's inconsiderate and narcissistic, with no filter. Which makes it kinda ironic (or something?) when the day is saved in the end by a combination of lies and truth.

Duke -Dave Bautista plays an alt-right mra. Supposedly.

-He supports a girlfriend and his mother, who abuses him. He's  three or four times mom's size. He goes "Mom, I told you not to interrupt when I'm recording!" and she physically slaps him. Not even any ramp-up, she just does it.

She also tries to disrupt his call with his friends by "helping" him solve Miles' puzzle box, right up until it's done, and she stops caring.

So the show decided to mock MRAs by...making one a male victim of domestic violence and emotional abuse from a woman.

And from what I saw on Youtube, plenty of people didn't notice the irony. In fact, I found an official Netflix short of the scene, and the comments were glad he was getting "put in his place" because he politely asked him mom to let him do his job.

Also, remember when I mentioned how Birdie sexually harasses Blanc?

This movie includes two examples of the exact sort of issues MRAs talk about all the time.

-I know he's supposed to be a parody, but of who, exactly? jordan peterson? andrew tate? Pewdiepie? All of the above?

I think they even got some alex jones in there when they mention how he sold pills. Specifically, "performance" pills for men, made from rhino horn.

-Duke carries a gun near his crotch at all times for most of the movie. Specifically, an underpowered Tokarev, I've read. On top of the abuse, he also self-cucks himself so his GF can try and pillow-talk Miles into supporting Duke's next endeavour.

Subtle.

And while I was looking up the gun, I found someone on /r/liberalGunOwners saying "well, maybe it's supposed to look Russian because he's pro-Putin like a lot of right-wingers?"

That's possible, but it would be a really obtuse reference in a movie chock full of really blatant references.

-Also, there's something a tad ironic about a supposedly (alt-)right influencer being a large, muscular, tattoo'd Hispanic man. Unless that's supposed to be a tan.

Claire -Claire is a left-wing, environmentally friendly politician. She wears beige, and always looks terrible (to Katheryn Hahn's frustration). She's also a hypocrite.

Some TVTropes editor: it's about progressive politicans that gradually turn conservative.

No, the message here isn't "conservatives bad". It's "hypocritical left-wing politicians are bad". And I'm not sure about the "left-wing" part.

Duke is a hypocrite because he self-cucks for advantage, and is also physically abused by his tiny little mom. Claire is just a straight up liar, as politicians often are. There's a contrast between his performative peacocking in every aspect of the way he presents himself, and Claire's beige cold mess.

I'm not kidding. That was the stated intent of her costume and makeup.

-claire calls duke an MRA. I'm not sure if the writers were wrong, Claire's wrong, or Duke actually calls himself an MRA in-universe. He's certainly a traditionalist, which MRAs usually aren't. He also wants women to get back in the kitchen, which MRAs usually don't.

And finally, there's Miles’ No 2., tech wizard Lionel, who spins Miles' straw - or napkin ideas - into gold. In fact, he spends most of the movie with a gold wishbone pin on his lapel. GEDDIT?

Duke is a right wing tradcon MRA who cares about physical appearances even though he has a bad social rep, Claire is a left-wing progressive with a terrible physical appearance and a good social rep, Birdie is an idiot who keeps saying un-PC things, and Lionel is the smart guy, who is apparently more or less apolitical.

Also, the movie has obvious inspiration from Christie's "And Then There Were None". And maybe Clue. Or Among Us.

Or all three.

[yacinthemorning]

Tailored to Your Liking

Chapter 8

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Summary: Tumble Town attracts all sorts of misfits looking for a fresh start on the frontier, but everyone still needs clothes. Be it extra limbs or high temperatures, Jimmy caters to every hybrid's needs.

Ships: Jimmy/Tango (slow burn romantic), Grian/Mumbo/Scar (romantic), Joel/Lizzie (romantic)

Warnings: Implied traumatic events, awkward flirting

The air was thick with smog, arid landscape rushing past at incredible speeds, and the tracks roared below. Tango hung on for dear life as he leaned over the edge to see in front of the train. A whistle went off. He nearly jumped up to his death. The engineer gave him a wide grin, eyes shining through his thick glasses while the snakes that had braided themselves atop his head glared at him.

“You ought to be more careful, sweetface.” He teased. “She doesn’t like little creatures hanging off her sides. We have a brush for that!”

Tango rolled his eyes. “Who’s the one that basically built her, Keralis? It’s fine. I just need to…”

“Get a good view?”

Everything went dark, engulfed in a tunnel among the uneven terrain. It whipped by in seconds and Tango was nearly thrown by the flood of light as it opened onto the sight brightly striped mesa walls and golden shrubs. At the heart of it sat a town, not nearly as little as it was when Tango last saw it. Even still, the water tower still stood heads and tails above everything else, even the no-longer-so-new train station rapidly coming into view.

Tango took a deep breath, willing his heart to stop pounding so heavily. Keralis eyed him with a knowing look. “Almost home?” He asked with wide smile.

The train began to slow beneath them, every mechanism Tango had carefully drawn out dancing as it should. Tango closed his eyes, taking another deep breath. “I hope so...”

There was a small crowd at the station, some passengers waiting to get on, some companions looking for family and friends. XB coordinated the transfer seamlessly, only a small twitch in his fins indicating his impatience to return to the cover of the train. Tango couldn’t blame him. Tumble Town may be run by a fellow merfolk but it wasn’t exactly ideal with its dusty breeze and beating sun. Tango grabbed his bags and slipped off the engine, circumventing the crowd. Only a few faces among them were familiar, even fewer glancing at him with recognition. There was only one person among them Tango sought out, though.

“Tango!”

His head twisted, tail on end, before he broke out into a huge grin. He dropped his bags and open his arms wide just in time as blond curls and curly horns engulfed his vision. Zedaph managed to lift him full body off the platform. “You’re here!” He shrieked excitedly. “You’re really back!”

“I’m here!” He agreed, hugging his old friend.

Once he was back on solid ground Zed stepped away looked him over. “Look at you, you’ve barely changed these past three years! Same hair, same clothes, same ugly mug-”

“Hey!” He laughed.

Zed ignored his protests, instead patting his belly, “Somehow even skinnier than before, too! Were you always this skin and bones? I’ll have to tell Impulse and Skizz to add some lard to the stew, fatten you back up!”

He huffed, pushing his friend away. “I’m not a cow going for slaughter.”

“You might as well be.”

And that was likely more true than Tango hoped. So, he changed the subject, “How’ve you been? How’s the town?”

It wasn’t the subtlest, clear from the look Zed gave him, but the ramling played along anyways. They picked up Tango’s bags and began to walk. “Fine, fine. It’s so much busier than it ever used to be with the rail passing through. Fwhip is pleased, Doc is not. I’m partial to agreeing with Doc on the matter, they scare away all the critters!”

“You sure it’s them scaring them?” Tango joked, which got him a shove.

“I am, thank you very much!”

Though the town had grown in size it still felt the same. Perhaps that was because, in the grand scheme of town construction, two years wasn’t especially long. It was sill little old Tumble Town. Barely any two story buildings except main street where all the business were, and Lizzie’s manor at the end of it. More hybrids ran around than Tango had ever seen even in the big cities, and along with them a bit of an eclectic construction style to accommodate them. The roads were still dirt and the only light posts were around the mayoral office.

It had changed, but it still made his heart warm.

They reached Impulse’s bar soon enough, and the regulars were a much more familiar crowd to Tango. Skizz lifted his mug to him with a huge grin, “Hey buddy, welcome back!” Which caught the attention of the rest of the patrons, who followed suit. Among them was Scar, who raised his cane instead.

“Tango, my big city man!”

“Hardly.” Tango sat down between the two, with Impulse already in front of him with a plate of food and comforting smile. “I’m glad to be out of there for a while. City folk are the most unfriendly people I’ve ever met no matter where I go.”

“Well, it’s hard to compete when you’ve experienced Tumble Town!” Said Scar, which got a round of mild cheers from the bar goers around them. “Happiest place on earth, don’t you know?”

Tango grinned, “You got me there.” Then he began to dig into his food.

Mild chatter echoed around him, asking about his work or telling him about some ridiculous thing that happened. It was almost perfect. A familiar bar, good friends and food and drink, laughter and teasing abound. It was warm and comforting and every good thing one could want. It was truly…

Well, it was almost.

“So,” Impulse started, caution in his voice that immediate sobered the whole group. “When are you gonna…?”

“That’s the question, ain’t it?” Tango groaned, leaning back to look at the ceiling rather than face his friends’ wary looks. His claws wrapped around his necklace, the ends of the feathers slightly frayed from playing with it too much. It’d frequently been his only comfort on the most stressful and soul crushing days of work.

“You just gotta go, buddy.” A large hand patted him on the back.

He knew that, of course, but it didn’t make it any less intimidating. He glanced back over his friends, “Y’mind if I leave my bags here? Just in case.”

“You always got a place here.” Impulse assured, then made a shooing motion. “Now get going before it gets dark.”

Tango didn’t need to be told twice. If he stopped to wait for it he’d simply never go. He saluted goodbye to his friends and made his way down Main Street. It was quieter now, leaving an all too familiar building well within view the whole walk. A few hanging plants had been placed and there was a new sign in the window, but like everything else it had remained mostly the same.

He took a deep breath and went in.

The bell on the door jingled the same jingle it had the first time Tango was there. Fabrics were strewn about the workshop, a sign of mid-project Tango had come to learn. One long piece of cotton was left hanging from the sewing machine, a new model he’d seen often in the city. The one Tango had made was pushed against the wall behind it between button drawers. A little brass bird sat atop it.

Soft yellow feathers shook slightly in acknowledgement of the bell, shielding the man hunched over a pattern from view. “Yes, give me just a minute!”

“Guess one more couldn’t hurt.”

Jimmy stiffened, feathers raised on end. There was a moment, then his head shot up, wide eyes locking on Tango, who shrunk down between his his shoulders with an awkward smile. Like everything else Jimmy was left of familiar, his hair longer, a new scar on his jaw, a slight bit of stubble left unclear whether it was intentional or just between shaves, and an unbuttoned blue vest Tango had never seen before. But it was still the same warm brown eyes and sharp nose, same well-preened buttery yellow feathers and copious freckles.

If he could sweat he imagined he would be as he waited for any further reaction from the shocked avian.

His brow knit, nose scrunching up as he spun around fully. “Are you kidding me?” He snapped, making Tango jump and his tail curl around his leg. The avian marched up to him, “You can’t even send a letter to tell me you’re coming? Let me just look like this for when you arrive?” His wings jerked with his hands in emphasis to his appearance.

Tango wasn’t given time to reply, yanked forward into a bone-crushing hug. The sparks in his hair immediately settled along with the feathers in Jimmy’s wings. Jimmy’s nose burrowed into the crook of Tango’s neck. He smiled, relaxing completely into the hug and weaving his own arms just under Jimmy’s wings. “Look like what? Handsome? Perfect?” He teased.

“Oh, shush!” The avian’s voice warbled, tightening his hold. Tango thought he might let go then, but he remained, and Tango let him. What simultaneously felt like an eternity and only a second passed in comfortable silence. Only the smallest chirps interrupted. His eyes fell closed, and the slightest rumble emanated from his chest.

Finally, Jimmy very reluctantly pulled back. His breath was shaky as he refused to completely detach from the blazeborn. Red eyes scanned his face before they darted down to the gold chain around his neck. He pulled a face that made Tango worried he’d start crying again then and there. They cast downwards instead. “How… How long will you be here?”

Tango’s tail drooped slightly, smile stretched. “If things go well? At least a year.”

“What?” Jimmy’s gaze shot back up, eyes wide and shocked. And hopeful.

“They wanna connect the rail up with the west coast.” He started to explain, nodding his head in what he hoped was the right direction. “Aaand it just so happens that some plans made by a very smart and handsome fella put Tumble Town in a pretty central location for some infrastructurizing. More or less.”

“Oh, Tango!” His voice turned into a twitter as his hands cupped the man’s face.

“And what sort of engineer would I be if I didn’t come look after my own project?”

He barely got the words out before he was lifted off the ground and spun around to the tune of a very happy avian. “You ridiculous mad man!” Jimmy laughed. “You impress a couple rail-men and you think you can just do whatever you want?”

“I’m making it happen, ain’t I?” He pointed out, snickering along as well at his own audacity. Things Tango from a few years ago would never dare try. That was before he’d been given the opportunity of a lifetime thanks to his friends, and wouldn’t dare to let himself squander it. He hadn’t spent the last three years working overtime to worm his way into the heart of the Luxo Company for nothing, even if those years felt twice as long as the decade of work before it. For more reasons than just work.

“Oh, do they treat you well, then?” Jimmy asked, worry dampening his excitement.

Tango laughed, “Not in the slightest! But I can handle it.” He quickly added when he saw Jimmy’s wings droop.

“You shouldn’t have to.” Jimmy huffed. “Where’s their main office? And my pen. I have a letter to write.”

“Nooo, you do not.” Tango shushed him, putting his hand over the taller’s mouth when he tried to protest, receiving an indignant look. “C’mon. I don’t wanna think about work anymore today. I got a very pretty man in my arms that I wanna look at a little longer.”

It took a pleading look and a few combs through his hair, but Jimmy conceded. They migrated over to Jimmy’s desk, where they’d spent so many days before. Tango’s gaze couldn’t help wandering back towards his sewing machine. Jimmy shifted, dragging it closer. “Something inside broke I think. Katherine was kind enough to buy me a replacement in the meantime, but it’s not as nice. I was hoping you would…”

“I’ll take a look.” He immediately agreed, tilting it back to look at the needle. “I was wondering also, if you could fix my robes? I snagged the sleeve a while ago and-”

“Of course.” Jimmy chirped, expression relaxing. “Always.”

There was another pause, shorter this time as Tango reached for Jimmy’s hand. “I’m home.” He said, still shaky with nerves that refused to go away. Not until Jimmy gave him the warmest smile Tango’s even seen and pulled their hands close to his chest.

“Welcome home.”

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Fleeting Comfort

Summary - Part 9 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic)

Warnings - angst, mentions of pregnancy

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A/N - G’day guys, I know you guys are desperate to find out the results. Sorry, for making you wait, but I promise you’ll find out today! I hope you enjoy!

You and Dean walk into the clinic hand-in-hand with a comforting sense of deja vu falling over you. As you take a seat in the waiting room you lean over to place a feather-light kiss on Dean’s cheek. 

“Are we really ready for this?”

“Honestly? Probably not. But we’ll figure it out. I’m here for you, every step of the way.”

“Thanks, Dean.”

He wraps an arm around you pulling you close until the doctor calls your name. Even when you stand, Dean doesn’t remove his arm. You sit in the doctor’s office as she brings up the test result files on the computer and prints them out. 

“Good morning, how are you both today?”

“Anxious to find out what that paper says?” Dean says.

“Of course, of course. Well, I won’t keep you waiting any longer; congratulations the blood test came back positive. You’re pregnant.”

You’re completely speechless as you look at Dean, squeezing his hand in yours in an attempt to ground yourself and convince yourself that it’s all real.

“Going by what we discussed last time as well as the hCG levels in your test I’d say you’re approximately six weeks along. We generally send for the first ultrasound around eight or nine weeks, so we can get that all booked for you today.”

"Could we do one earlier?” you ask.

“We can do one today for you if you’d like, but there likely won’t be too much development to see yet. At this stage it will still be an embryo, over the next few weeks it will develop into a fetus and then you’ll actually be able to see some more defining babylike features.”

“I understand. We can wait a few weeks then,” you say. 

“We’ll get that all booked for you before you leave then. Do you have any other questions? Anything else you’d like to know?”

“Just any advice you can give us would be great. Honestly, I never expected to be in this position, Doc. So, just anything you can tell us. What can I do to help my beautiful fiance here through this? What should she be doing?” Dean asks.

“Of course. Well, honestly dad this is a job that only mom can do,” she says looking at you. “The best you can do is just support her and let her tell you what she needs. And don’t hold back on him; pregnancy is highly rewarding but you have already seen the tip of how painful and draining it can be, so make use of your slave here. Don’t let him get off too easy,” she adds, winking at you. “As for other advice, you said you’re managing your first-trimester symptoms well so that’s the biggest thing. Staying away from any foods that trigger you, especially limiting your caffeine intake, and cutting out alcohol. Other than that, and this is in no way meant to scare you but in the first 12 weeks, you are at the highest risk of miscarriage. Now, it’s unlikely that anything will happen but it’s best to just take things easy and be aware of any abnormal changes or vaginal bleeding. Light exercise is fine, as is intercourse but avoid anything that might cause trauma to your abdomen and try to keep your stress levels low. As your pregnancy continues we can discuss birthing options and vitamins and such, but for now, just keep doing what you’re doing. And I’ll see you in a few weeks for the ultrasound.”

“Thanks, Doc. We really appreciate it,” Dean says.

“I wish you both all the best in this new chapter of your lives. I’ll see you in a few weeks.”

You and Dean slowly stand up and make your way back out to reception to pay the bill and book the ultrasound.

On your way home you continue the tradition of picking up baked goods, except this time you decide to get a little something to celebrate and let Sammy in on the news – even though you know he already suspects it, you want to confirm it. But without ordering in advance you have to pick from what’s in the window, so you end up buying a single-tier chocolate cake and a ‘Baby on Board’ plastic decal to stick on top. 

When you return to the bunker, Sam sits at the war table behind a stack of lore books and his laptop. You place the cake on the table where there’s space and insert the decal. 

“I know there’s been a lot of strong feelings around here recently and a lack of communication. I promise that that is going to stop today. And it’s going to start with this cake,” you state.

Sam looks up and takes in the words on the cake. “So, we’re finally discussing this now? You finally took a test? Dean knows?”

“I took two, and yes it’s been confirmed with the doctor with Dean present. Your suspicions were right and you were right about Dean’s reaction; he’s been nothing but supportive, and maybe a little overcautious, but can you blame him? How many other hunters do you know of that actually get to have this reality?” you say as Dean joins you, placing three plates, forks and a knife beside the cake.

Sam nods. “Congratulations you two, seriously! I am really happy for you. And Dean, I’m sorry about this morn-”

“This here,” Dean says gesturing at the cake, “is the only chick-flick moment. My girl here is the only one that gets those. So, that is in the past, we’re good.”

Sam nods as you cut and serve the cake. You and Sam dig in quietly, while Dean mumbles how pie is still better.

“Who’s carrying this baby?” you ask teasingly. 

“Oh, uh…This cake is delicious,” Dean quickly adds.

“That’s what I thought.” You smile and shake your head at him. You love light, happy moments like this, they don’t come as often as you’d like with the life you share. There is usually some monster to kill or an apocalypse to fight. But with your little surprise miracle on the way you hope that your lives will change soon. You know Dean would love to live an apple pie life with you, but you also know that he’ll always be a hunter – it’s all he’s ever known.

Dean stands and comes over to take your empty plate and the cake to the kitchen, but first, he leans down to kiss your head. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“Just the future…us…the possibilities, the realities.”

“One step at a time, remember. We’re going to figure all of this out together,” he lifts your left hand to his lips kissing your ring, “I made a promise and I intend to keep it.”

You nod slowly as you take a book from Sam’s pile, “I need a distraction, what are we researching?”

Desperate to avoid dreaded research, Dean quickly gathers the dishes and cake and makes his way to the kitchen. 

“Don’t you have more important things to think about, like the nursery or baby names or…”

“Sam, I have eight months to think about that. And I wouldn’t even know where to start with any of that. So please, just let me focus on something that I actually can do.”

“Alright. Well, I’m trying to find out more information about the demon tablet. If you’re gonna bring my niece or nephew into this world in eight months then we’re on a deadline to banish them back to hell and if we can send the angels back to heaven at the same time then that’s even better.”

“Maybe once we do that, you can also go out and find yourself a lady and have your own family. But what are the chances we really pull this off, Sam?”

“The three of us and Bobby, we can handle anything. And now, we’re more motivated than ever. Speaking of, have you and Dean told Bobby yet?”

“Not yet. This still feels like a bad idea. How can I bring a child into a world full of demons and douchebag angels? And if I tell many people and they find out…they’ll try and take it, just because it has Winchester blood running through its veins. Maybe I should have asked the doctor if it’s too late to consider abortion…”

“No way. I can see how badly you both want this, we’ll work it out. You and Dean are strong, you can do this.”

“By keeping it we’re being selfish. As a mother, it’s my job to protect my child and do what’s best and I can’t do that. So, I shouldn’t be having one. It can never be tortured or hurt if it’s never born…”

As the words leave your lips you hear heavy footsteps retreating followed by a door slamming. You turn around quickly.

“I told you, you both want this baby. I see your fears, but you can’t make a decision like this alone or out of fear. And for the record, I think it would be the wrong decision; you and Dean will figure this out, and you’ll be great parents.”

You nod before getting up to chase after your fiance. You knock softly on the door of your shared bedroom. When you don’t get a response you open it slowly. 

“Dean, honey, we need to talk about what you heard…what I said.”

“What’s there to talk about? You sound like you’ve already talked it all through with Sam. Besides, you’ve said it yourself, we were drunk when we conceived it was an accident and it never should have happened.”

“I haven’t talked everything through with Sam...”

“You do, I heard him earlier, ‘You finally took a test? Dean knows?’ How long has he known? You told me he didn’t know? You would barely let me bring it up, but you have no problem discussing it all with him?”

“It’s not what you think. He suspected since the proposal. He put the idea in my head. But I always denied it! I came clean with you first! I took the test with you! I love you, Dean!” 

“And the thought of aborting our baby…you never mentioned that to me but you talk to Sam? I get it’s your body, your choice and wherever, but I just thought we were a team…So, what is it? Is it because he’s smarter? Or is it just that you don’t want to discuss this with me?”

You walk closer to where Dean’s sitting on the floor next to the bed and kneel beside him. You reach for his hand but he jerks away. Your eyes fill with tears. “It’s none of that. You’ve been so excited and happy, and I love seeing you like that. I didn’t want to ruin that with my fears or thoughts.”

“So, you’d rather abort the baby and rip my heart out that way instead? I don’t think I’ve ever asked much of you, but please you need to talk to me! This! This is exactly why I always kept myself shut off! I always told knew this was a bad idea!”

“This?”

“Us! A long-term relationship! One-night stands can’t hurt you; there are no expectations. No secrets. No heartbreak.”

“Dean…please. Don’t say that. Can we talk about this please?”

“Now you wanna talk? No. Do what you want with the baby, you always know best,” Dean says coldly as he stands up.

“Please, Dean. Don’t do this! Don’t walk out on us!”

“I love you, and I always will. But I need some time,” he says as he walks out shutting the door behind him.

A loud sob escapes your body as you collapse on the floor in tears. You wrap your arms around your stomach protectively.

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Tosses this out into the eather for the most niche audience I could think of. *NYEAH!!*

After seeing the lovely @species-whump-weekly and waiting excitedly for their Demon prompt list for the purposes of using them against my favorite Mazoku, I decided that it would be fun to do something similar. Therefore, I'd like to offer to you, the whump and Slayers community...

Mazoku Whump Week!!

This is the perfect opportunity to take your beloved Mazoku, be them canon or original, and beat them up (maybe comfort them too) for the world to see! What fun ^^ If this does interest you, please look under the cut for more info and prompts!! If not, then have a lovely day!!

CWs/TWS: Themes of Hurt/Pain, Dehumanization of Non-Humans, Neglect, and Similar Content

ALSO I feel that upon farther community interaction that I should mention to PLEASE write out/tag your entries with content & trigger warnings and the characters involved as to not offend/trigger anyone who may come across it without interest in said character/content!!

Personally, I like to give a general overview of what content is in the media much like my CWs/TWs above, then also add on SPESIFIC tags for worse things like Major Character Death, and finally PLEASE SPESIFY which character you'll be hurting in the media!!

Now, I call it a week because that's the way i formatted it, but there's no timeframe and there's no start date. I just made it for fun and my own enjoyment ^^ All I ask is that you please tag me in whatever you choose to create [Writing, art, GIFs, ect]:)) You totally don't have to be a part of either community to participate, I just made this for Slayers fans specifically because I love that anime <3 They are also more so anime-based, than light novel-based, as a side note.

Prompts are formatted as a single master-prompt, something that sets the theme for the sub-prompts under it, and three sub-prompts that you can write one, two, or all three of!! There are also seven alternative prompts that follow the same general theme of the master-prompts (I.E. alternative prompt one (1) has the same theme as master-prompt one (1) and so forth). !!! Two alternative prompts are based on my personal headcannons, but those are labeled as such, and do not have to be used !!!

Here is the prompt list:

01) Summoned.

1] I’ll Treat You Like My Pet/Dehumanization

2] Defiance/Defiant Whumpee* (*Whumpee refers to the character who is in pain, which is in this case the Mazoku of your choice)

3] Terms and Conditions

02) Used.

1] Losing Control

2] Astral Wound/Pain

3] Magical Exhaustion

03) Misunderstood.

1] Kindness Makes the World Go Round

2] Starvation

3] Botched Shapeshifting

04) Betrayed.

1] Backstabbed

2] Found Out

3] Ritual Sacrifice

05) Returned.

1] Uncaring Master

2] Can’t Go Back

3] Demonic Punishment

06) Inherited.

1] Immortality

2] Bleeding Black

3] Ingrained Morality

07) History.

1] Scars

2] War Never Changes

3] Falling Comrades

Alternative Prompts

1] Orihalcon Restraints/Weapons (Based on a headcanon where the metal Orihalcon is able to suppress the Mazoku's ability to either return to the Astral Plane or negates their ability to be impervious to physical wounds in the real world.)

2] Reluctant Caretaker

3] Presumed Dead (Based on a headcanon where if a Mazoku is injured enough, they must ditch their assumed form to return to the Astral Plane, leaving them looking like a corpse in the Human World.)

4] “I can’t believe I trusted you.”

5] Assassination (Attempts)

6] “I thought that you couldn’t love?”

7] Survivor’s Guilt

Here is the Prompt List in a Google Doc:

Thank you so much for checking out this post, sorry for the crappiness lol, I just wanted to share some stuff. Ill be back sooner or later, and if you have any questions, please send them on in ^^ luv yall with the strength of a thousand suns <3 Have a good day, night, and whatever else!!