#this was kinda long

[lee1504]

idea by @cryoverlife 's ashler soulmate au

@shuutingstar (i see that minamoto pfp 👀)

"I love you to the moon and back."

Those eight words meant more than just syllables. People said it all the time, from elderly couples who's been through it all, to a newly married couple, to best friends that have known each other since they were five.

"I love you to the moon and back."

There were about 238,900 miles from the moon to the earth. From the moon and back, that was about 477,800 miles.

Even though that phrase existed, love couldn't be measured by miles, or feet, or inches. It couldn't be measured by how large or small your heart was. Love was immeasurable.

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A Jeep drove slowly through the street, it's windows cranked halfway open. The family inside was driving downtown, to buy some groceries. There were two adults in the front, one with short brown hair, the other with rusty red-orange hair. Their child, a girl about seven, sat in the back. Her hair was shorter at the time, almost chin length, and some black headphones perched on her head. They looked huge, since she was so tiny.

Her name was Ashlyn.

The car stopped at a red light. Ashlyn's dad drummed his fingers on the edge of the steering wheel, his mouth crooked in a smile, chatting with her mother about useless things. Adult things that Ashlyn wouldn't have to care about for another, what, eleven to thirteen years.

She leaned against the seat, her back slouched, opposite of how her parents taught her. Back straight. Her back hurt already from doing nothing. Keep still. Her foot tapped restlessly against the floor.

It wasn't her fault she was like this.

Her eyes roamed over the buildings that surrounded them. There was the grocery store, a few more blocks down, and the laundromat, and a couple of other stores and small restaurants. Cars were lined up against the sidewalks. The most depressing thing was that there was a funeral home in the middle of it all.

Her green eyes--peppered with darker green--were drawn to the door of the home. Three figures were leaving, approaching a car parked parallel to hers. There was one adult, a tall woman with light brown skin and dark brown hair that was wound into a bun. Stray hairs fell on her face.

She held two children who looked similar to her--and exactly the same as each other, despite their different hair lengths--by the hands. They stood on either side of her.

All three of the figures wore black.

Ashlyn could hear their voices from here.

"Mama, Mama," the girl kept saying. Both she and the boy--who Ashlyn thought was her brother--looked to be about the same age as her.

"Taylor stop," the boy exclaimed. Loudly.

Ashlyn's parents' attention was also drawn to the three.

"Oh, those poor kids..." Ashlyn's mom murmured. "The poor mother looks so tired, too..."

Why did her mom sound so sad? Nothing was happening.

Suddenly the boy looked up, as if sensing Ashlyn's eyes on him. They watched each other for a few seconds, maybe minutes, maybe a bit more or less. Ashlyn's heart thumped. His gaze was so...not intense, but definitely way too serious for somebody so young.

The light turned green, and she looked away.

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The boy's fingers released the baseball, throwing it up into the air, above his face, then caught it again. He threw it up back into the air, then caught it again. Again, and again, and again.

He felt the bus shift and creaked as somebody stepped inside. He could smell that familiar scent. Leather and soap. He didn't have to turn his head to see who it was.

"Hey," the voice said.

Ashlyn.

"...Hmph." Tyler rolled over, facing the back of the bus seat. He curled up, gripping the baseball. The material of the seat was dark blue.

He heard a sigh. He could hear her boots scuffling against the floor as she moved. She was picking up the small towel she had left inside earlier. Finally, Tyler rolled over.

"What're you doing here?" he asked, voice gruff.

Sweat beaded Ashlyn's forehead. Her orangey bangs were held back by a thin headband, and her hair was done in it's usual braids. He hated to admit it, but he studied her hair, just a student studied for an exam. He wondered what other hairstyles Ashlyn could pull off.

He could still hear the sounds of the others huffing outside, tired from the self-defense practice Ashlyn's parents offered to teach.

Ashlyn watched him carefully. She grabbed one of the water bottles from the cooler, water droplets shining on the bottle's side. Sunlight streamed through the windows, cranked halfway open.

"I need water," she replied bluntly. She looked back outside wearily, where the others were. She patted the towel against her forehead. "It's your turn, by the way. My parents were asking for you."

Tyler sighed, rolling back over. "Tell them I'm sleeping." He seemed lazy, but truth was he was still sore from baseball practice yesterday.

"...That's what I did."

Tyler couldn't see her, but he could still hear.

Ashlyn seemed to move closer to him. He heard her plop down on the floor, sighing.

"It's so tiring," she mumbled. Maybe she was talking to herself. Tyler decided not to say anything, instead just facing the backrest. "My parents are being way too excessive today...maybe it's because of Aiden."

Tyler couldn't stop himself from laughing. He rolled over again. Ashlyn sat against the seat in front of him, the back of the seat gone for whatever reason.

Ashlyn cracked a smile. One of the rare ones she barely used. Tyler's heart skipped a beat.

"Maybe it is because of Aiden," he said.

They were in the bus for a while, watching each other. They watched each other for a few seconds, maybe minutes, maybe a bit more or less. Tyler's heart thumped. Her gaze was so...not relaxed, but definitely less tense than before.

"Ash!" a voice called from outside.

Ashlyn sighed. She broke eye contact. "Dad's calling. I'll tell him you're still sleeping." She seemed to hesitate before standing up. "See you later?"

Tyler sat up, too. His hair was messy, but he didn't care. "Oh. Okay. Yeah. See you."

Ashlyn stood, tossing the towel and water bottle into the used-items basket.

"Ashlyn?" Her name left his mouth before he could stop.

Ashlyn turned slowly. Was it his imagination, or were her eyes sparkling?

"I--nothing." Tyler laid back down, facing the backrest. "It's nothing. Nevermind. See you."

"Oh. See you."

The bus creaked as she left. He could hear her telling her parents that he was asleep, like she promised.

But he wasn't asleep. He was wide awake, heart thumping. His face was warm.

He felt like he experienced these feelings before.

But from where?

[beetlecakes]

Do you think doc ever got seriously angry/disappointed with lightning? How did they deal with it?

Omg I think about this all time and was going to write something with this trope after I finished my silly little series on ao3

BUT

I think it would happen after a bad race. Lightning would get angry and frustrated and take his anger out on Doc and say things he didn’t mean, and of course Doc does the same because— well they’re literally the same person. Also I think the loss will make him be an asshole again (like how he was when he first crashed into radiator springs) and be a dick to his crew, so Doc really gets pissed.

He can handle Lightning yelling at him, but once the kid does it to his crew, that’s where he draws the line.

Doc takes Lightning to a private room and just SCREAMS bc like that’s not how he usually acts and he’s super hurt and disappointed. Of course, Lightning deflects and screams at him to leave him alone.

I headcanon that Lightning isn’t good at talking about his feelings and hides behind his ego to protect himself. He HATES vulnerability so talking about anything makes him petrified.

During the race, he was in his head. Probably about Harv and the anxiety of needing to win the race, so when he didn’t get 1st he panicked, which led to him deflecting with anger.

He doesn’t like talking about Harv because it usually worries everyone and he’s sick of the “you need to fire Harv” talk. But he signed a contract and they don’t understand how powerful that man really is.

I think a whole day would pass before any apologies were made. Lightning is in his room on the phone and Doc can hear Harv screaming at Lightning for losing. Lightning is apologizing and Doc can hear the shake and fear in his voice and realizes why Lightning suddenly got angry with him and his crew.

Doc is good at reading emotions because he’s a doctor obviously. He took a bunch of psychology courses and is quite knowledgeable in that field.

So when he walks in to room and sees his kid having a panic attack, he hangs up the phone. Lightning doesn’t protest but just mumbles a series of “I’m sorry’s” over and over again until he’s fully lowered into the bed or ground.

Obviously Doc reassures him that it’s okay. After a few minutes they have a long talk and finally lightning gets the courage to fire Harv and hire some lawyers (Sally most likely). And that he needs to go into town and apologize to everyone

Which, of course he does immediately

Also I think it’s important to add that Doc reassures Lightning that he will never be disappointed if he doesn’t get 1st or even the top 5.

He’s always super paranoid of letting everyone down but I think that fear slowly diminishes once he fires Harv.

[danganronpa96]

If Trial 2 was the other way around, with Saiki killing Retsuko and Kaidou surviving in his place, how do you think things might have changed?

Ah yes, Saiki the furry killer (/j)

Kaidou… won’t be doing so hot proceeding his execution. Just like how Saiki was, but instead of never wanting to leave his room, I think Kaidou would want to leave eventually, but is too afraid and grief stricken to really move.

Latte, arguably the closest to Kaidou at this point, would definitely appear at his door every meal opportunity, leaving something nice by his door, talking to him about things, and leaving to give him time on his own to take the food into his room. Hell, sometimes she’ll just appear to gives more words of comfort, perhaps with Mai in tow if the two are together.

I think, at one point, encouraged by Latte’s words, Kaidou would appear in the restaurant one morning. Everyone is startled, not just because he’s finally there, but how he looks. No more bandages. His blazer is worn normally. He’s even tucked in his shirt to hide his hand-made tears in the seams. Kaidou finds it hard to remain this way, even a little embarrassed not in the comfort of his usual Jet Black Wings get up, but he knows if he’s going to face the reality of Saiki’s death, he needs to accept the reality of his own problems, too.

During the motive, I don’t think any partners would change. In that case, Hayasaka spends some time building up a small fatherly bond with Kaidou instead. I’d like to think he starts understanding why Latte is so protective over him, especially as he gains a newfound respect for Kaidou abandoning his fantasy persona, even if it is tricky at first. It’d also be funny if Kaidou got roped into joining the investigation gang, still out here suggesting silly ideas at first, but then claiming he wants to try his hardest to really help L and the others.

I don’t think Kaidou would have too much influence to change the chapter 3 case. Yuri might consider him a potential target at first due to his vulnerability, but since he’s always being coddled by his separate parents (tm), she doesn’t see the point. I do think it would be harder to get Latte on her own however, as she’d have both Mai and Kaidou around to probably convince her to keep safe.

Survivability wise, Kaidou could potentially make it. Or… maybe I’m evil and he would end up a victim somewhere anyhow, despite all the efforts he tried to overcome. I can’t really talk about any further plot aspects too much since we’re only at the end of chapter 4 currently lol

[yumenikkii]

just another average day in gravity falls

[miraclemaya]

this is problematic of me (joke) but i really enjoy the splashing of french into english speech or writing. just adds a pizzazz

[adyophene]

Husk's secret weapon

[lovelenivy]

mouse bites™

[culbi]

oh hiiii

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF Mikes talk about their extended family..

[nikossasaki]

AGATHA ALL ALONG | 1.01 & 1.02 + TUMBLR REACTIONS

[rcrisdraws]

Did you know horses can't pant? 🤔

[bloggingboutburgers]

Flashback to that one moment where it felt like I'd found an aroace cheatcode on life somehow

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[sillieststraw]

Hey there! Welcome to Indigo Park! My name's Rambley - Rambley the Raccoon!

[0fps]

JIYAN ❖ THROUGH THE DARKEST OF NIGHTS

Jiyan, leader of the Midnight Rangers, acts with swift and resolute righteousness. He possesses the formidable ability to conjure a powerful Qingloong from the winds, making him invincible on the battlefield.

[percydoodless]

punch your lights out, hit the pavement