#to love to let go

[snootlestheangel]

I chose violence 😈 @stuffireadandenjoy @deeptrashwitch

Nik and Price getting into an argument one night because Nik's been acting a bit off all day.

Price knows that getting Nik to open up and talk about feelings or personal matters is like pulling teeth, but today it's worse. It's almost worse than the time he had to basically interrogate Simon into admitting he has feelings for Soap.

Nik eventually caves and admits something that absolutely breaks Price's heart and he just has no idea how to fix it.

Nik admits he feels "inadequate" to be one of Bailey's parents.

He's not good at helping with her panic attacks, or finding creative ways to get her to eat something without making it feel like a chore. He's not good at emotions anyways, and he's really struggling to communicate things appropriately with their autistic daughter. He just genuinely feels like nothing he does for her/by her is good enough, and that he's just leagues behind Price.

He admits it breaks his heart that she calls Price "Dad" but still calls him "Nik". He never thought he'd want to be a father. He genuinely never did think he'd ever make it that far in life.

But now? Now they have a daughter, technically, but he doesn't feel like her father.

Price is devastated. He had no idea his husband felt this way, and he's just heartbroken to know Nik would have taken this burden to the grave if he had to.

I can make this better or I can make it worse. I'll let yall decide which path this takes 😈

[tawnysoup]

Finally now that the comic is fully public on comicfury, I get to share it with all of you here, too <3

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[churroach]

Full of Desires

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[ayyy-pee]

waking up freezing and shivering, teeth chattering every night because your husband is a blanket hog. you know it's not on purpose. he just can't help it. doesn't even know he does it most times. you'd think after years together you'd be used to it, but waking up curled into the fetal position as you try to retain even a smidge of warmth is something you don't think you'll ever adjust to.

so you reach behind you, feeling your spouses large form wrapped snug as a bug in your shared blanket and you grip onto the fabric. you pull as hard as you can but you don't manage to move him even an inch. you try once more...same result.

"ken..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. no response. "kento..."

he doesn't budge. you're tempted to just get up and go grab another blanket, but your husband, despite his seriousness, can get quite pouty when you do that. so you tap him hard instead sure to jab him in the spot you know is his most sensitive. this seems to do the trick as he grunts in response.

"I'm cold," you tell nanami and he sits up quickly, realizing what he's done. his pajama top hangs off one shoulder. his blonde hair is pointing every which way and sleep is heavy on his eyelids, threatening to weigh him down again any minute.

"I'm sorry, love," nanami speaks, voice rough and deep with exhaustion, but the sincerity in his apology clear.

then he's throwing the blanket back over you both. only he adds in a little extra warmth as he wraps his arm around your waist and throws a large leg over your body.

nanami buries his face in your neck, adjusting himself so that he can be as close to you as possible. only a few seconds pass before you hear his light snoring behind you. and you know the warmth you feel is from more than just his touch.

[haveihitanerve]

I have this idea/theory that like when Bruce was just starting out, early twenties, “im going to make a difference!” batman, he was like known, somewhat, by at least most of the crinimals, oh some dude dressed as a bat beat up larry the other day? Hm. skill issue. Type of thing..

And then one night, theres a goon on patrol for some little operation. A more… violent goon lets say. And Bruce lands in front of him, cape billowing, white eyes narrowed, and the goon is like “shiii he does look pretty cool. Fuck ‘im tho.” and he does what any other goon would do, he pulls out his gun and fires. Once. Twice. Three times. 

He sees the bullets make contact. Watches as they hit the suit. Go through it. Because this is still prototype four or five, its not fully kevlar, atp its still basically just cloth with some armor in certain places. 

The goon can see blood circles forming where the bullets hit. Blood drips to the floor. But Bruce? Bruce keeps on walking towards him, not a limp or waver in his step. Because its Gotham. Because if he wasn't willing and prepared to get shot at he should've picked a different city. 

And thats when The Bat becomes infamous. Because what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck he just keeps coming- i shot him three times-!

And years later, when Dick is on clean up duty as punishment for some elaborate stunt he pulled, organizing old files and plugging them into the batcomputer, he finds the file. And holy shit. Thats- actually kinda cool…

[demaparbat-hp]

He truly did.

[demi-pixellated]

Shadow's No Good, Very Bad Day

[churrotowns]

ginger cat world domination incoming

[noirandchocolate]

Several weeks ago one of my coworkers called me over into her cubicle and gave me a very unexpected gift. Her mother passed away recently, and she'd been packing stuff up at her condo to give to relatives and sell, so the home could be sold. The mother was an avid knitter and crocheter, and when my coworker came upon her stash of equipment, she told me, she "immediately thought of me as someone who might get some use out of it."

So, I have inherited a varied collection of knitting needles and crochet hooks, cable needles, sewing needles, and, best of all, now-out-of-print pattern books, mostly for blankets, because that was what this lady loved to make most. Plus, I also have a bunch of gauge swatches she made, pinned to little bits of card covered in perfect schoolteacher handwriting setting out the patterns they were made to test.

And also...

My coworker brought another bag, full of yarn and...knitted blanket squares. Her mother's last started project, before she got too sick to continue. And she asked if there was anything I could do with it.

It turned out, there are twelve completed squares, and I quickly located the pattern book they are from amid those given to me. It's a book of 60 patterns, meant to be put together however the maker wishes into blankets of 20 squares. I figured out which of the numbered patterns were already made, and selected eight more that I thought might go well with them.

So now! I am working on completing! My coworker's mother's last knitting project!

And I really am feeling very good about doing it.

[snootlestheangel]

@stuffireadandenjoy

Composing a list of moments with Bailey for your enjoyment (ie the progression of your brainrot)

Bailey, who despises wearing unmatched socks, watching her father (Price) walk around in unmatched socks with absolute disgust. Price just doesn't care about that sort of thing, but Bailey is absolutely shocked about his unmatched socks. She seeks refuge behind Nik when the conversation gets brought up, only for Price to call Nik out for just not wearing socks half the time.

They're both laughing their asses off as Bailey sits pouting in the living room, not talking to them. Her little autism brain can't handle it. They're laughing out of love, she's just adorable and dramatic and they're just so happy as a family 🥰

Bailey falling asleep and using Ghost as a pillow. That's it, really

Bailey getting sick and Price using it as an excuse to not work. He's caring for his little girl, she's too sick!! Ghost is hundred percent calling bullshit but also understands. He'd do the same after all.

Ghost ends up playing his uncle role a little too seriously at one point. He just tells her something only a mother would, so she just sarcastically says "okay, mom" and it absolutely breaks Ghost. He's not sure what he's feeling about it but he's feeling and thats all he knows

As Bailey recovers and gets stronger, she starts fighting dirty when she and Soap are rough housing. She gets her revenge for the split lip incident when she slams her elbow into his nose. It starts bleeding and his eyes are watery. Gaz, Ghost, and Price are all wheeze-laughing and crying cause he got bested by Price's sweet little angel child.

Bailey of course is still so sweet that she's like "I'm sorry 🥺" but Soap is all like "No, that's good you can defend yourself". He's secretly proud of himself and her cause he had a hand in her learning defense, and just proud of how far she's come.

Price is definitely proud of his little girl. He's bringing it up at any chance he can.

Nik carrying Bailey on his back like it's no big deal. Really any of them doing that but for some reason it's especially touching for Nik to be the one. Something about Nik standing there with her on his back just acting natural is just triggers such strong cute aggression from me.

[musubiki]

my favorite fields of mistria boys 🥰

[gongyussy]

"we know how to move our bodies, but i didn't know how to manage my heart, so you need help for this"

hi we need to talk more about judo gold medallist christa deguchi.

[aestheteasteria]

Hold on, don't let go...

[lizardkingeliot]

Payback hickey.

[the-crooked-library]

Nosferatu (2024) is unquestionably a multifaceted work, but what I personally consider to be the unifying idea behind its facets is that, for Ellen, Orlok represents validation.

Her fears are dismissed and called childish?.. He's a nightmarish manifestation of them.

She is consistently disrespected by everyone around her?.. He considers her his only equal. She never uses his title, it's permitted.

She is told to fix herself, misunderstood, and always isolated?.. He knows all the darkest parts of her and is delighted by them. He wants her just as she is, so much that he will lie, kill, and cross the ocean to find her.

The scene in their death/wedding bed is a direct parallel to the scene of her waking in that bed at the beginning of the film. She complains to Thomas that the "honeymoon is yet too short" and tries to pull him down with a kiss - however, he is worried about being late for work, and so he extricates himself and leaves. Cut forward to her sharing the same bed with Orlok, similarly early in the morning; he is startled by cock-crow and begins to rise, but she guides his head back down - and, even though he knows that he will die, he stays. He is her sexual and emotional desire, realized.

Given that there is a plethora of emotions Ellen is forced to suppress on daily basis, there is no singular correct interpretation of her relationship with Orlok. To erase any one of them is to render it shallower than it actually is; but there is no doubt as to why their attachment is mutual. To each, the other is something they’ve never had before.