#why can’t i have this

[agentplutonium]

Thinking about legacy child sweetheart this fine night. thinking about sweetheart who had at least one parent working in the department, and who was close to/working as an investigator. Thinking about the pressure that they would carry being know as “____’s kid” who “had so much potential, i mean look at their parents!” Thinking about how they’re usually described as an uptight workaholic and how they probably grew up with that as an example as a kid. They’d be around the department their whole life and this would be seen as normal. Thinking about Sweetheart taking on that Shade case, probably as a way to prove to the others that they are more than just their parents kid. Maybe even to prove to themselves that they are more than that. To prove that they are worthy of the praise that they’ve been getting since they were young. Thinking about Sweetheart who probably would have died if Milo hadn’t been there, being faced with their mortality at a young age, and coming face to face with the fact that this is all their life is going to be. If they survive this, it’s just going to repeat. Over and over, life threatening situation after the next after the next. Thinking about sweetheart having doubts in their job.

Thinking about… Milo and Sweetheart. Thinking about Milo being Sweethearts why. Thinking about Milo and the pack being the reason Sweetheart stays in their job, but also be the reason to take a step back. It’s no longer just Sweetheart and the department, but now it’s Sweetheart and Milo… and the department is their job. Thinking about legacy child Sweetheart, and their loving mate, who works to understand Sweetheart’s upbringing and works with them to try and dismantle that mindset that’s been drilled into them in their formative years. Thinking about Sweetheart who knows what Milo is thinking when he gets into those “i can’t rest until this is fixed” mindsets and working with him and it being a constant give and take game that they play. Thinking about Milo and Sweetheart who are chipping away at those stubborn habits, and it’s slow, and knowing and understanding that progress isn’t linear, and it’s hard- but they do it. they do it together and they’re constantly there for each other. Each is the other’s biggest support system. and they love each other so much.

Guys i’ve been thinking.

[jakesullysimp]

《 midnight conclusions 》

pairing: jake sully x fem!reader

summary: when you wake up in the dark with jake by your side and horrible nausea, you have a pretty good idea what’s going on.

warnings: vomiting, pregnancy, tooth-rotting fluff.

lowercase intended❗️

it was still dark when your eyelids opened, vision blurred as you tried to wake up. you sat up in the canopy, glancing down to see jake fast asleep next to you. you let a soft smile cross over your face at the sound of your husband sleepy snuffles.

suddenly, a wave of nausea hit you. you quickly covered your hand over your mouth, rushing out of bed and into the forest, where you emptied your stomachs contents. you jumped slightly at the feeling of a hand gently laying on your back, before you relaxed at jakes tired voice.

“it’s okay, let it out love.” he grabbed a hold of your hair, bringing it behind your neck so nothing would get into it. when you were finished, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment. “sorry, ma’jake. i don’t know what came over me.” in reality, you had a pretty good idea of what was going on.

“don’t apologize, baby. let’s get back to bed, alright? you need your beauty sleep.” you let out a quiet laugh, not wanting to wake anyone. “i think your the one who needs your beauty sleep.” you said, walking in front of jake. you heard him let out an offended gasp from behind you as you shook your head fondly.

———

you were positive you were pregnant. you had thrown up many more times since that night, and you had grown a very small bump, unnoticeable unless you knew to look for it. the question was, how could you tell jake? you were nervous, you didn’t even know how to approach the subject.

“y/n? are you listening?” neytiri patted your shoulder softly. you snapped out of your haze, returning your line of sight to her instead of jake, who was watching the interaction from afar. “what? sorry, sister. i have a lot on my mind.” neytiri simply gave you a half grin/half smirk in return. “congratulations, y/n. you will make an excellent mother to your child.”

your jaw dropped and your shoulders slumped. “how did you find out?” you asked in english, and your non-biological sister simply let out an amused hum. “it would take a skxawng to not see it.” your eyebrows creased with worry, how many other people knew about this?

“don’t worry, however. no one else knows, luckily we live with a lot of morons.” she comforted as you sighed in relief. thank eywa. you saw movement from the corner of your eye, turning your head to see jake approaching the two of you. “tell him. he needs to know.” neytiri whispered quickly, before jumping up into a standing position and strutting away.

“hey, love. what was that about?” jake questioned, and you felt your palms start to sweat. “erm, can we go somewhere more… private?” you asked, lips downturned. your husband, noticing your discomfort, nodded with a confused expression. he knew you were hiding something, and it concerned him. your relationship didn’t involve secrets.

you gestured him to follow you, leading him deep into the forest where you couldn’t be heard. “what’s going on, baby? you know you can tell me anything, right?” jake said once you two stopped in the middle of a tree opening. “yes, i know, ma’jake. which is why i’m just going to say it..”

you paused, nerves taking over. jake gestured for you to continue, a gentle smile on his features. “i’m with child, jake. you are going to be a father.” you said, closing your eyes and waiting for him to freak out. in return, you just got silence. you slowly opened your eyes to see him with his mouth agape, hand placed on top of his head.

“w-what?” he choked out, frozen in shock. “i am sorry, jake. i do not know if you want this.” his shock seemed to end quickly at that, and he let out a noise of excitement. “sorry?! this is amazing! oh my god! we’re gonna be parents!” he yelled, rushing over to you and picking you up effortlessly, spinning you around in joy.

you giggled, looking down at him in excitement. the weight of this just seemed to kick in, and you were now overjoyed. jake knew, and he was happy. he let you back into the ground, leaning in front of you and placing his hand on your stomach. the warmth soaked into your skin, your whole body radiating with calmness simply from his touch.

“i’m gonna be a dad.” he whispered, happy tears flowing freely down his cheeks. “i’m gonna be a dad!” he repeated, this time much louder. “shhhh! do you want the whole forest to know?” you laughed, placing your hand over his mouth. you heard him let out a muffled ‘yes’. you removed your hand from his face, only for him to kiss your belly, and then all over your face.

“you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and i will make sure eywa knows it.”

[stevieschesthairs]

steve definitely plays with eddie’s hair. all the time. and eddie definitely pretends that it pisses him off.

eddie: excuse me?? hands off these luscious locks, pretty boy. i thought you of all people would understood the importance of hair maintenance.

…buuuut he actually likes it so much that he splits into this goofy grin and gets goosebumps whenever he feels steve’s fingers even lightly touch his scalp. steve sees this every time but plays along anyway, knowing eddie would deny it because, “that wouldn’t be very metal of me, steve-o.” 🤭🤭

[dawgfighter]

It’s my blog I’m broadcasting my hurt to the world

[sleaterkinnie]

the urge to run away and disappear to a random truck stop in the middle of nowhere and get some shitty food and just start walking. see what’s around. take some pictures. lay in some grass and never get up. wake up the next day in my bed

[laladeedoo]

perfect perfect perfect

[bebecitaaa]

sick and tired of not waking up to a dick inside of me😩😩

[empresscosmolips]

Pretty much only music makes me happy.I wish I could listen to music forever.I wish I could avoid human contact forever and just be by myself without anyone interrupting me ever.I don’t like talking to people.I don’t like people.I don’t even know if I like myself.I don’t want to go to school.I don’t want to be near people.I just want to be alone.I just want to listen to music.

[cleopatrachampagne]

shocked bystander at sydney, australia’s annual mardis gras pride parade (1994)

[blumineck]

Bows vs Guns: when does it make sense for modern/ sci-fi characters to use guns?

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[kuuwo]

Little boy Belmont.

[yantao-enthusiast]

genderfluid icon

[syoddeye]

john price x f!reader thing. unedited. ~600 words.

john price finds a dent in the driver’s door and a note tucked under a wiper.

sorry i can’t afford to pay, please forgive me x

and he’s angry, of course. who wouldn’t be? piece of shit. then he registers the looping handwriting and the little heart in the corner. interesting. he pulls the cctv. lo and behold, there she is. the culprit. some stumbling drunk buffoon.

~~

you probably shouldn’t have nabbed an e-scooter when you were three sheets to the wind, but you did, and fuck, you’re paying for it. you genuinely feel bad about the dent you left in the parked car last night, but you think a broken wrist and three stitches in your lip is more than enough punishment, thanks. you groan, remembering how you tossed the scooter into a bush and hiked a few streets away before calling 999. having to clock in for an opening shift added insult to injury.

~~

he imagines it’s rough going, working an espresso machine with a busted wrist. he supposes the manager didn’t want her as the cashier given the lip. pity, the swelling and stitches aside, she’s quite cute. but serves her right.

he wonders how she’ll react when he picks up his coffee and procures the printed still of her face, clear as day, fleeing from the scene of the crime.

he should feel bad, considering her injuries and what a barista job pays, but. it’s the principle of the thing.

“rough night?” he asks, hovering at the end of the bar.

“huh? oh, yeah. could say that,” she smiles tiredly. it’s a little strained, but still warm. “pity partied too hard.”

john’s smirk flattens. “pity party?”

“yeah,” she shrugs. “series of unfortunate events.”

like running into my car?

“what, bad date?” he jokes carefully, hiding behind a friendly grin.

“ha, guess so. it was supposed to be an anniversary dinner.” she explains dryly, looking all the more defeated as she tamps the grounds.

“supposed to be?”

she glances up, locking in the portafilter with a crank of her good arm. she finally looks a little suspicious of him. smart. “yeah.”

“i don’t mean to pry. you just seem like you could use a vent.” solid recovery.

it works. she considers a moment, shrugs again, and nods as she pulls the shot. “guess so,” she licks her lip and looks back, evidently deeming him harmless. not smart.

“found out he was cheating, called him on it, and he stormed out. after we ordered.”

that’s. that’s not what he expected. but it stirs something oddly protective. john’s a bit old-fashioned, he’s the first to admit it, so to hear about a man carrying himself so poorly? a man running around on a pretty thing like her?

it doesn’t sit well with him. car be damned.

“so how’d you…” he prompts, nodding at the cast.

“oh, yeah, we ordered some fancy wine. i drank most of the bottle alone, sobbing,” she cracks a self-deprecating smile and it dislodges something in his chest. “but the server didn’t charge me for dessert. i, uh, fell on my way home.”

crashed. you crashed into my car.

“sounds terrible.”

“it was. the whole night was. anyway.” she pauses to slide a pen from her apron to write on the cup. “americano to go?” she asks, pushing the drink over the counter, eyes floating to the next order.

john spots the same little heart, the looping letters. he looks back at her, plugging along despite the clear heartache and injuries. he sighs, crumpling the print out in his pocket.

“think i’ll have it to stay, actually,” he mumbles, knowing she doesn’t hear him as she makes the next drink.

he camps out at a table where he can watch her. there’s a dent in his car, but he’s decided there’s a barista-sized hole in his life.

[whatohitsonfirewelp]

You know what? I don’t WANT an awkward double date. I don’t WANT buck coming out and people having the ‘I know’ reaction or the ‘is it Eddie’ reaction.

You know what I do want?

I want Buck panicking over what to wear for the date. I want Buck flopping on his bed like very teenager after their first kiss all giggly and happy and touching his lips because he kissed a boy

I want Buck smiling every time he says Tommy’s name because maybe it isn’t forever and maybe he’s not even looking for forever anymore but he’s so happy and he’s so light and being with Tommy feels good

I want Tommy to keep calling him Evan, because before Buck was Buck he was Evan and Evan deserves to be happy to be treated so softly and lovingly and Evan deserves to be free.

I want Buck to be happy. To be happy and free and queer in the way we all deserve.

[crappymixtape-bsides]

shut the fuck up, shut up, do you SEE the color of his eyes??? the silver bracelet the hair the hand the smile the moles like?????? 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

[hamletthedane]

My favorite fun fact about the Titanic is that it had a room dedicated solely to storing potatoes that was larger than any first class stateroom on the ship