#should I write this?

[loguine-linguine]

Ok hear me out!!!

Steve is a musician who sings pop music and posts on TikTok. He’s kind of a C-ish list celebrity (definitely a bit of a nepo baby) and his music is poppy and catchy. It’s the kinda stuff that you can immediately tell is coming from someone who is actively holding things back/ isn’t writing from any truth. Mall music at its purest form. Then one day with no announcement Steve drops a double sided album that is like GOOD GOOD pop music. It’s also noted very quickly that the pronouns in all the songs have definitely switched to he/him. People freak out and he starts charting for the first time in his career. Kinda Chappell Roan-esque situation where he skyrockets to being a queer pop icon very very quickly.

He starts doing interviews. He shows up to these interviews in outfits aren’t dramatically changed from what he usually wore (polos, jeans, bomber jackets, 80s jock vibes) but it’s all just much more camp. The cropped shirts are shorter, the jeans are tighter, and the colors are all suddenly pastel. He has also started wearing makeup (not heavy makeup but it’s definitely a lipgloss, eyeliner, mascara, highlight/blush on the tip of his nose type situation). He shares that he dropped his old producer (who he had been set up with by his father) and that he’s now working with his best friend Robin. He comes out as gay, talks about his struggle with comp-het, and proudly shares that he is super excited to contribute to the growing movement of music that is being written by queer people, for queer people. His TikTok also blows up.

This is when Tommy Hagan first starts showing up. Tommy is an actor who is pretty well known for doing teen drama TV shows (like Riverdale type deals). He introduces himself to Steve at some sort of industry event right after Steve gets big and pretty quickly starts showing up in his TikTok videos. It comes out that the two are dating pretty quickly after that. They date off and on for about a year and a half. Tommy is a shitty enough boyfriend that even Steve’s fans don’t like him. He stands him up for dates, embarrasses him at events, says rude and dismissive things about his music, etc. Robin (who is also kinda famous by proxy/writes her own music now similar to Billie Eilish and Finneas) absolutely hates his guts. Publicly. They finally break up officially after Tommy cheats on Steve with an actress named Carol who is on a show with him. It gets exposed by the tabloids and Steve finds out by seeing a photo of them making out on one of those celebrity drama TikTok accounts.

Eddie is also getting famous around this same time. He’s the lead for Corroded Coffin and also starts acting occasionally in horror films. He doesn’t really pay much attention to other celebrities or the drama that goes on. He was never into that kind of thing before the band took off so he doesn’t see why he should now. Eddie and the rest of the band are at an awards show of some sort and the others make fun of him the whole time. He can’t stop staring at this absolutely beautiful man sitting at a table near them. “The guy is wearing a slutty little lace shirt, the tightest pants in existence, and has skin that looks like honey and caramel had a child Gareth you really can’t blame me honestly.” Steve and Eddie don’t officially meet until the after party where they immediately hit it off.

A few months later Steve announces a new album and releases a single. It’s just Please Please Please by Sabrina Carpenter but gay and clearly about Tommy.

The music video comes out and people loose their minds. It’s the same sort of video as what Sabrina Carpenter just released for Please Please Please with the stunning outfits and the whole bad boy thing. Steve spends the whole video in dresses and skirts. There’s even a corset at one point. The bigger freak out is the fact that the Barry Keoghan equivalent is Eddie and its a hard launch of their relationship that fans had absolutely zero clue was even a possibility because why would horror/metal man Eddie Munson even know Steve Harrington???? Robin and the Corroded Coffin guys think the whole thing is hilarious. Eddie and Steve are so so happy :)

[burnttoast14]

Countering one of my previous posts: What if a teen Bruce came to the future?

Like I’ve already got a fic kinda like this but what I mean is through actual time travel a 16-17 year old Bruce arrives in the future and is pissed.

Because think about it he was just enjoying his evening with his friends, well if getting drunk and fighting someone is his idea of enjoyment (which it is) and suddenly he’s suddenly in a room with a bunch of adults dressed in brightly coloured spandex staring back at him.

And they’re all gawking because clearly none of them expected a gangly teenager dressed in a partly buttoned white shirt and black slacks covered in blood (which isn’t his may I add) with hair a bit to long with a scowling face smeared with more blood and slight traces of makeup.

And he starts going off on them like ‘Who the hell are you people??’ And ‘Where the fuck am I?’

And there all just gawking, it freaked him out especially since a bat thing looks like it’s about to have a heart attack.

I just think the absolute havoc this would cause would be very funny.

[0nonjudgement0]

John Price was more than aware that military women could be some of the youngest soldiers, while also being the strongest on the team. Laswell, Farah, even that Valeria. All women that could hold their own, have tattoos and muscled and not bat an eye at the needle, let alone a bullet.

His parents always condemned women like that, but more so at the youngsters, clucking their tongues, commenting on the fishnet tights and colorful hair of other girls around their town. They were different from the military—rebellious, supple, soft.

He never saw a woman like that in the military, didn’t expect to. Not that he was against it, he was just used to… tame. Short, natural hair, muscle, quiet. Being a woman in the military meant losing femininity.

It’s not what he expects Laswell to pull out when she mentions she knows someone. The Hell reincarnate, or maybe an angel kicked off the clouds.

You were exactly what his mum cursed at, praying for them

Dyed hair, piercings, low jeans, tank tops, thongs, bedazzles bras, loud music, crude language—he could go on. And you were loud. Even Simon was beat at his own game of volleying insults and skulking in the corner—well… you beat him at his game, but you were much more inclined to stand on tables.

He’d call you ditzy if it weren’t for the wit and confidence you carried.

“I don’t know, I’m just kinda thrown by the fact a middle-aged man has better nipples than me.”

“I’m not against women wearing push-up bras, trust me, but I just find it a little weird when they just look like two shiny marbles saying hello to everyone. They look like pool floaties.”

“Black coffee drinkers are in the same circle that Freud is in, like a Venn Diagram.”

And you were infuriating. There was no way to punish you, since you were technically not a soldier, but just an office worker of sort. But, dear god, he understood his parents. He really was a man of his times. He wanted nothing more than to make you repent, somehow, someway, for causing the tent in his pants. His mum would never allow him to bring you home. She’d make you kneel over rice, or make you splay your knuckles over a table as she cracks a ruler over them, blood seeping through the wounds like the color under the crackling nail polish you wear.

She’d be so disappointed if she found out he’s begging and kneeling in front of you, whimpering at even the slightest nudge of your chunky six inch heel against his hard on.

God help him.

[nic-the-rat]

concept: season three episode eleven of TOS where kirk and spock are sped up, but mccoys counteragent to slow them down doesn’t work.

they’re stuck on the enterprise together for years in their perceived time all alone with the rest of the crew in near suspended animation.

spirk ensues.

they finally find a way back and they’re like literally married and the entire crew is like. what the fuck??

[saturn-projector]

charlie dalton who is sent to military school by his parents after being expelled from welton. later on, he's a soldier in the vietnam war, like meeks. for some lucky reason, they both get picked for the same mission one day. charlie is so excited to reunite with his friend and searches for him amongst the chaos, only to find his ginger friend shot, bleeding out under a willow.

[punchablelunchable]

Harry takes the steps two at a time, but Draco takes them one at a time at lightning speed

Draco gets tattoos but Harry gets piercings (Luna does most of them)

Draco says babe and baby but Harry says love

Draco loves when Harry wears crop tops but Harry loves it when Draco wears Muggle suits

Draco has to be practically forced to share his trauma but Harry brings his up casually bc he thinks it's normal

Tall Draco and top Harry

Draco becomes the potions professor and Harry becomes the DADA professor

Draco can't stay asleep but Harry can't fall asleep

Draco's love language is acts of service (followed by words of affirmation) but Harry's is gift giving (followed by physical touch)

Draco runs but Harry weight lifts (both think the others build and ability is extremely hot)

[hibscubus]

grumpy and sunshine !

[iinotinlxve]

sunday, who, after convincing you to leave Penacony for your own safety not knowing if he'll ever see you again, coincidentally reunites with you on the astral express.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

thinking about the trend of giving boudoir pics of the bride during the wedding with joaquin..

joaquin would try so hard to stay focused, because all of your friends/family are together for once and this is his first substantial time with everyone since being the Falcon. my mind immediately went to outdoor wedding/indoor reception. joaquin takes you outside while everyone’s dancing to look at the moon reflects off the small lake the two of you got married on and then all of a sudden he’s fucking you on the bridge where you said your vows 2 hours ago 🙂‍↔️

[debilsposts]

I am currently busy hating my JayTim week fics, but it's time to take a small break and focus on something silly. You guessed right, it's time for another dumb long-ass hc, one that I might actually consider making a full fic out of, if you want:

Tim and Jason want to get married.

That's it, that's the hc, thank you for your time 🙏

Just kidding.

It's more like... Tim wants to get married. Jason is there for the ride, but he's also known for not half-assing anything. So he DOES IT RIGHT! Idiots in love, please, I need some idiots in love, right now 😭

Tim shows up to Jason’s place one afternoon and says, deadpan, “Will you marry me?”

Jason blinks. Then stares. Then, because it’s Tim, he checks the calendar, just in case it’s some kind of National Be a Dumbass holiday he forgot about. But no. It’s a regular Monday, and Tim is standing in his living room like he didn't just ask Jason to marry him.

“…What the fuck?” Jason says eventually.

Tim doesn’t miss a beat. “My income is too high. If I get married, I can file jointly and pay less in taxes. Bruce said I’m not allowed to commit any more fraud this fiscal year, so. You’re the next best option.”

Jason just stares at him. Tim continues.

“You’d get benefits too,” he adds. “I have a generous insurance plan. And you haven’t been to a dentist since you came back from the dead.”

Jason scowls. “That’s fucking rude, Tim.”

“I’m not finished.”

Jason shuts up, mostly out of morbid curiosity.

“The Gotham Gazette keeps calling me Gotham’s Most Eligible Bachelor. Not Bruce. Not Dick. ME. And now that Dick’s in Blüd, and Bruce is like, too old, I’m apparently the new prize. And I’m tired of the questions. Also, Alfred’s been asking you when you’re going to settle down, so I know you’ve been suffering, too.”

There’s a long pause.

Jason opens his mouth. Closes it. Considers. Because somehow, somehow, this all makes a weird kind of sense. Like, horrifying, deeply concerning sense, but still.

“We’re not even in a relationship,” he says finally.

Tim shrugs. “If we get married before Dick does, we have bragging rights for the next century.”

Jason honestly doesn’t know whether he wants to punch him or laugh at him. Instead, he ends up at the Manor later that night, standing outside Bruce’s study like he’s fourteen again and about to confess to crashing the Batmobile.

He doesn’t wait for Bruce to answer before letting himself in.

“I need to talk to you about something,” he says.

Bruce barely looks up from the mountain of tax paperwork he’s elbow-deep in. It’s only when Jason adds, “It’s important,” that he pauses.

Jason hesitates. “If someone proposed to you, what would you do?”

Bruce frowns. “Did someone propose to you?”

“No. I want to propose. To Tim.” He shifts, awkward. “And I want your blessing.”

There’s a silence. Then Bruce blinks. Slowly.

And then he starts smiling.

Not just smiling. Beaming. It's… strange seeing him in this state.

Jason takes a step back, automatically uneasy.

“Oh, Jason,” Bruce nearly sobs, already halfway out of his chair. “Of course. Of course. I never thought this day would come. You’re finally coming home-”

Bruce hugs him.

Jason goes rigid. “Please stop doing that.”

Bruce sounds like he’s about to cry. “This is a joyous moment. Tim is going to be so happy! Alfred is going to lose it! We’re family again-”

“So… you approve?”

“Of course! Jason, it would mean you're part of the family again! See how wonderful that is?”

“Do you think we should… go for it?”

“Are there any reasons not to?”

“Well… I don't want him to regret it.” Jason winces. “I mean, I don’t know if he’s going to be happy.”

Silence.

Bruce pulls back. The warmth evaporates from his face like a switch being flipped.

“Why would Tim ever regret it?”

“What if… What if he changes his mind? He's not in love with me, so when we marry… And he finds someone actually worth being with, what then?”

Bruce suddenly pulls back. His expression turns sour.

“He doesn't love you? Why would you want to propose, then?”

Jason shrugs. “He said it’s for the tax benefits. And maybe the dental.”

Bruce looks at him like he just admitted to committing treason. “You want to marry for tax benefits?”

Jason blinks. “He- he’s the one who-”

Bruce raises a hand. “No. I cannot allow this marriage, then.”

Jason stares. “Didn’t you just say-?”

“If there’s no love, there is no blessing.”

Jason, now very much regretting everything: “Are you even allowed to not give a blessing-”

Bruce has already turned back to his paperwork, muttering something about annulments and betrayal.

Jason… doesn't know what his next move should be.

He doesn’t want to be married. Not really.

But he wants this to work. Because, god help him, everything Tim said makes sense. It’s practical. It’s logical. It’s the least messy solution to both of their increasingly ridiculous problems. And maybe, just maybe, Jason is tired of being alone.

So the next day, he calls Tim. Flips open his notebook and starts doodling on the margins while the phone rings.

“Bruce doesn’t want to give us his blessing,” he explains.

On the other end, Tim just groans. “Who cares, Jason? I don’t need his approval. We’re adults.”

“Yeah, but-” Jason presses the phone between his cheek and shoulder, scribbling absently. “It’s important to me, okay? That’s how things are done. You get the blessing. Then you get married.”

“You get dental insurance,” Tim corrects.

Jason sighs. “It’s tradition.”

There’s a pause.

“…What if we asked Agent A instead?” Tim suggests, dry.

“I tried. Bruce already got to him. Said we’re not in love, so it’s fake or whatever.”

Another pause. Then, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world:

“What if we pretended to be in love? Do you even use your brain sometimes?”

Jason stops scribbling.

Because, yeah. Yeah. That actually could work. If they just pretend to be stupidly, disgustingly in love, just long enough to convince the Bat Council, it’ll all smooth out. He’ll get the insurance. Tim will get his tax break. And Alfred can stop asking him when he’s going to “settle down and find someone worthy of his best, most cherished boy.”

It’s brilliant.

“Okay,” Jason agrees slowly. “But how? What do we do to look in love?”

“I don’t know,” Tim says, clearly already pulling up a spreadsheet in his mind. “We’ll go to dinner at the Manor next Sunday. We’ll hold hands. Smile a lot. Say some disgustingly sweet things to each other. You’ll even make heart eyes at me. That should throw them off.”

Jason opens his mouth to argue and then pauses.

“…Can I still go to that dentist downtown? I really did crack my tooth the other day-”

“Focus, Jason.”

Right. Focus. Sunday dinner. Hand-holding. Acting.

Jason thinks about it long after they hang up. About how easy it is to imagine pretending.

Not that it matters.

It’s just a practical decision. A business arrangement.

For taxes.

And dental.

(And, you know. Maybe a little bit for love. Eventually. Should I write this?)

[goosism]

stupfi fxuking starbee idea

starscream has to pretend to be a human for whatever reason (maybe like that one idol au for the seeker trine on tt), bumblebee is sent out also in holo form to find out more about this suspicious figure. they fall in love and don't know how to get around the whole thing of "oh my gosh this is some random human and I'm actually a huge robot i can't believe ive been lying to them" And then. idk something forces their reveal (i think it'd be really funny if one of them scans the other and think they got the other sparked up (its just the others spark (they've never gotten down and dirty with the other)) and freak out and reveal themselves in a frenzy.

[ihavenointerestinreallife]

“she’s just part of the fam” reader who’s questionably close with the weasley twins

bonus points for “she’s like a sister to us”

[cr33pz-mck3nna]

Ok so I just saw that one Poseidon short animation Neal Illustrator did, and omg, Neal ur gonna be the absolute fucking death of me, nevermind Neal STEVEN WHAT IS THAT SONG!? But I also saw Neal's rockstar designs and got to thinking, what if that was one of their songs? Sung by none other than "Mr-More-Lovers-Than-Zeus"

It's only been a few months but anyone would know about the band Natural Disaster(Neal's name for them, I can change it if requested), the eldest brother who was a god at sound design and pretty good on the drums, the youngest brother the lead guitarist of the band and well known ladies man, and the middle brother who had a voice the gods would envy. Out of all of Natural Disaster it is a well known little joke, Hades' music was always recognizable, Zeus' face his most recognizable feature and as for Poseidon it was of course his voice. The main character in this story however found it all quite corny, fictional god names? Really? Little did Reader know that said "fictional gods" were not so fake but neither do they hold the divine powers they did back then, and after meeting the wife of Hades, Persephone, and befriending her Reader would go on to meet the infamous brothers. Let's just say Readers personality was rather...harsh when combined with theirs and their first encounter wouldn't be so pleasant, oh what will Reader think when they find out the man they beat to a near pulp because he was being too touchy feely around girls was the king of gods in his prime. Now though? Well they're basically mortals, in every way except their immortality which they retained. How will Reader fare on their journey? And which love interest may catch their eye?(If any at all) But seriously...do you really believe Reader meeting Persephone will be a coincidence? Nah, you see Readers had this little pain in the ass for as long as they can remember, honestly thought they were schizo or something when they got older, but no, why are you surprised?

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

If this gets to 50 likes I'll release headcanons and funfacts on my modern!celebrity!AU or "the universe where they've been stripped of power as the eons went by" basically.

[almadelsur]

What if I suggested dodge mason as art donaldson’s weird allusive cousin from Texas that he never sees bc they have literally NOTHING in common and who is just so so so sick of ppl comparing him to art and telling him he just looks so much like the rising tennis star.

And what if I said that during a family gathering, art decides to bring reader along and introduce his new girlfriend. Which of course makes all of their aunts and uncles turn to dodge to pester him, asking him when will he be settling down and bring a girl round. And dodge just has so much on his shoulders that this stupid rivalry between him and his cousin is truly the last straw. He just gets so frustrated and in such desperate need for release and validation over his fucking golden sparkling cousin, that he decides to get his own back at art and show you alllllllll the ways that cowboys are better than tennis players. After all, what experience do tennis players have with riding this hard?

[theotherpacman]

no I DON'T want bernard dowd as damsel in distress getting caught up in supernatural bullshit and being saved by red robin/helping him save the day. yes I DO want bernard dowd as ordinary resident of gotham city who watches superhero shit on the news while saying "yikes" just like everyone else, and then goes back to his new hobby of trying to flirt with local celebrity timothy drake wayne but like not in a you're famous and that's hot kind of way but rather a you ride a motorcycle and have faint bags under your eyes and that's hot kind of way

[time-link13]

Do you think I should write this?

A glitch in the circus makes a tiny baby Jax appear. The only one who can deal with him is Jax (no surprise there), with the help of Kinger (he seems like he knows how to deal with kids), while the rest of the circus just has to deal.