#These siblings are cute and I will fight you

[pinkpigtailsprincess]

Hot Summer Dayz: Jammin n’ Jamica!! ☀️🛍️

Dolly is typing…..💬🎀….(1) NEW FROM; Dolly!🛍️

HI DOLLIES!! Welcome 2 My Next Summer Post where i cover how to not only have the best summer vacay/staycation but also give some useful tips on beating the summer heat!!

> Planning + Shopping !! 🛍️

> Knowing ur Location !! 🏝️

> Fun Summer activities to maximize ur Staycation !! ⭐️

> How 2 Beat the Summer Heat!! 👙

Planning + Shopping! *࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ🛍️

When shopping 4 outfits 4 vacay/spring/sumemr we wanna make sure we not only make sure we’re comfortable in out clothes but also make sure they’re breathable and not too heavy or baggy!! bc obvis were gonna be in harsh sunny weather!! you pick up pieces that wre stylish nd serene!! here are some pieces i definitely recommend!!👙

Halter Tops

Cami Tops

Daisy Dukes

Flowy midi skirts

colorful platform shoes

strapless mini dress

miniskirts!!

jellyfish dresses

croptops

cute open toe shoes!!

stylish sunglasses!!

swimsuit tops

if its a stay in day or you don’t feel like dressing up an oversized white t-shirt but dress it up more!!

if you want to try to stray away from wearing darker/black color palettes bc they can absorb more heat

Knowing ur Location! *࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ🏝️

When Traveling 2 a New city,state,country you always want to be mindful of where you are,how this place operates and how to be like the locals!! + also knowing about weather!! my tips….

If ur traveling to a new country learn some of the basics of the language to communicate properly!!

Learn how they drive,speak,how they pay etc.

always keep money on you obvii!!

SUNSCREEN.SUNSCREEN.SUNSCREEN. ik this is already bible for some people but im gonna keep saying bc its soo important when traveling to places that are closer the equator & countries that are known to be hotter ALWAYS HAVE SUNSCREEN. and not just ur regular SPF 30 try using spf 50! like for me this summer i’ll be in place like san diego,florida & saint thomas and they have really harsh suns especially in summer im gonna need a way stronger SPF than my regular 30 to always be sure to have a stronger SPF everywhere!!

always be friendly with the locals its nice to always be friendly no matter what

educate urself on the country!!

while ur there try learning some new skills

Fun Summer Activities 2 Maximize ur Staycation! ☀️👙

For my Girls that are staying in their home state,country here are some super fun activities for you to try so you can also join in on the summer fun!!

Make a Bucketlist

Make cute Crafts

Go to the pool or beach with ur friends!!

cut up summer fruit and make a fruit salad

take up a new hobby!!

have a movie night + sleepover

go shopping

try a fun new workout

if u have a younger sibling play outside with them!

Watch ur favorite movies

water ballon fights!

CARNIVALS!!

painting at the beach

aquariums or planetarium

karaoke!

play a new video game!

Beating the Summer Heat !! 🎀☀️

Obvi its gonna b super hot during summer and sometimes unbearably hot out but its okay bc i have some super fun way 2 beat the heat!! 👙

Go 2 The Pool!

Cold Treats ie: ice scream,icee,slushies

drink ice cold water

eat some cold fruit watermelon,grapes,pineapple,honeydew

Stay hydrated!!

eat some cold meals!!

have a water gun fight!

Itz been fun!! Dolly Signing off….💗

#2sweet2eat🎀🧁 #becoming that girl #girl blogger #girl blogging #it girl #dream girl #manifesting #dolly #Ai’space #newjeans #summer #my scene #barbie #beauty #bratz doll #becoming her #itgirl #girly #girlblogging #pinkcalicious

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Dunno if you’ve already done this and you don’t have to, but how about m!greaser casually giving the gang + Shepard siblings the ultimate princess treatment??

I’m talking like MAJOR princess treatment. Holding doors without asking, popping off beer caps, lighting cigs with his own lighter, bridal-carrying them away from a rumble when they’re hurt, etc etc. m!greaser isn’t even teasing abt it too, he’s genuinely just a whole ass gentleman

Of course anon!!! I love this request 🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️

Ponyboy Curtis

-he’s surprised whenever you start treating him like damn royalty

-honored but surprised

-he loves the treatment he gets from you

-he always makes sure to say thank you

-he loves leaning on your shoulder when you carry him back from getting hurt

-he reads you stories that you fall asleep to as a way of saying thanks

-the other greasers tease him so hard about it tho

-he would do the same things for you that you do for him (:

Johnny Cade

-wow

-he’s like so not used to people treating him with baseline kindness or respect

-so you goin get extra more to do these things

-to light his cigarette, always make sure he has a place to stay for the night, bridal carry him at the slightest injury

-he’s pretty grateful

-also gets pretty flustered whenever you do it

-always says a quiet, “thank you” with a tiny smile

Sodapop Curtis

-he’s often overlooked as the middle Curtis sibling

-and he’s really only used to people doing things for him

-well, because he’s pretty. He has pretty privilege and he knows that

-and whenever you do these things for him

-just because he’s sodapop

-it’s what makes him give you genuine grins

-not his fake, charming demeanor that he so often carries

-but a genuine smile is what you bring to his face when you do these things

-and he’ll kiss your cheek 😊

Darry Curtis

-he does the same thing tbh

-most gentlemanly out of all of them

-you two are so mutually so sweet to each other

-but it backfires sometimes because you both want to do the same nice things for each other

-probably the most stable couple

-I really ship yall personally

-you guys would spend like 45 minutes fighting over who pays the bill at dates though 💀💀

Dallas Winston

-the least gentlemanly

-bro just does not think about much other than his own surroundings

-💀💀

-but he would definitely smirk whenever you do those things for him

-“Well ain’t you a doll, y/n?”

-that’s kinda the most thanks you’ll get 💀

-deep down he’s grateful but it takes him MONTHS of dating for him to even mutter thanks

-would not let you carry him though

-his egos too heavy anyway 😔

Two Bit Mathews

-he’d make jokes

-it’s two bit what do you expect

-but like jokes of affection

-really cheesy

-If you lit his cigarette “Y’know what else you set on fire? My heart.”

-if you carried him “Givin’ me a preview of the wedding hm? I see you…”

-and ur like two bit you literally broke your ankle

-but he’s actually really grateful whenever you do those things for him

-🫶

Steve Randle

-he would act nonchalant about it

-but he would totally care

-and brag to Sodapop about you and all you do for him

-and would try to kind of pay you back by spending his free time always upgrading or working on your car

-but he still mutters thank you to you

-but shows his full gratitude in other ways

Tim Shepard

-he’s absolutely not used to this

-he’s pretty smug whenever you do it though

-and definitely shows you off for it

Curly Shepard

-he would definitely be smug in a similar way to him

-like heh yeah my baby treats me like a goddamn king

-he would kiss you in front of anyone every time you do something for him

Angela Shepard

-she’s so cute

-she’s so grateful because most of the guys she’s dated have been dicks to her

-and when you come along and treat her like a princess she wants to cry tbh

-she gives you so many hugs n kisses

#urlocalnonbinarybastardwritesanswers #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders headcanons #two bit mathews #johnny cade #the outsiders #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #angela shepard #curly shepard #tim shepard

[anamoon63]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

A set of 20 questions to get to know your OC!

For this one I chose Anika, she was born in game, but she's the daughter of Allan Wilson, my most important Sims 4 OC, (if not the only one, lol), so I consider her an OC as well.

I was tagged by @matchalovertrait. Thank you very much for thinking of me. 🤗💗

Anika Wilson

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Anika's greatest fear is losing her parents, especially Allan, with whom she's very close.

Do they have any pet peeves?

She hates school, mostly doing homework, lol.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Her phone, her computer, and her diary (all three indispensable to her).

What do they notice first in a person?

The way they look, and whether they're kind or not.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

If it is physical pain, maybe a 5, if it is emotional, due to her difficult childhood and her parents' problems, she has developed some tolerance, so it would probably be an 8.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

It depends on the situation, if there are many people around, it is almost always flight mode.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Anika's family (The Wilsons) is rather large, six in total. She's definitely a family person and loves her own.

What animal represents them best?

Probably a cat, because she is a bit spoiled, requires a lot of attention, and sometimes isn't very sociable.

What is a smell that they dislike?

She hates the smell of alcoholic drinks, as they bring back very bad memories.

Have they broken any bones?

No, and let's hope it never happens to her.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Daddy's girl, a little spoiled, shy, cute and smart.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

A morning bird, mostly.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

She loves everything sweet and dislikes bitter flavors.

Do they have any hobbies?

Yes, she likes to read, write and paint.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Anika is rather shy and not very sociable, so she doesn't enjoy parties much, let alone surprises. She hates awkward or embarrassing situations, so she prefers to know what is going to happen at every moment.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Not really, just her earrings and occasionally a watch, but Anika focuses more on clothing than accessories.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

More like messy. Although she loves to write and, as a child, her greatest dream was to become a writer.

What are two emotions they feel the most?

Energized and Flirty. (In game emotions)

Do they have a favorite fabric?

None in particular, but she likes fabrics that are pretty and comfortable.

What kind of accent do they have?

Wow, I really don't know, but I imagine living in Del Sol Valley must be something like living in Hollywood, California, so a California accent, maybe? 🤔

And that would be all, note that some of my answers came more out of how I imagine my character, rather than what you can actually see in game.

Bonus: Two more pictures of Anika, with her siblings at high school prom, and with her beloved Alexander.

Thank you so much again @matchalovertrait for tagging me, this was a lot of fun! 🥰

I'm tagging @expirisims, @changingplumbob, @berrycactus, @bool-prop, @dandylion240, @kimmiessimmies , @nocturnalazure, @sweetpyxels, @treason-and-plot , @miss-may-i , @sharona-sims and anyone else who wants to do this. ☺️

#tag game #tags #the sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #anika wilson #my sims 4 OCs #los sims de ana #anamoon63 sims

[silent-raven13]

Little Hobie 2

Earth 138-10

Little Hobie happily holds Miles 1610's hand showing around his place, "Dis is mah home, Miles! We got tree rooms and-and we share separately from the boys and the gurls." After hearing their mother needed to recover, the children were worried about who will take care of them. Miles decided to take care the children while their mother is recovering,

Miles 1610 smiles at how cute the boy, "Oh yeah?"

Little Hobie nodded, "Yeah! This is my mum's room and we aren't allowed to go in without her, but", He turns the knob to step inside. "I still do!"

Miles saw how the little boy is a lot more spunky and daring like his boyfriend. He got low to Hobie 138-10's level with a small chuckle, "Hahaha, you sure are daring, huh?"

"Yeah," He happily said with a puff of his chest.

"You wanna continue showing me around and we close this door?" Miles didn't feel uncomfortable seeing Mrs. Brown's room seeing how she kept it private for a reason.

"Sure!" He happily took Miles' hand, and shut the door behind him. "There's the living room, basement, attic, and-and-and... kitchen! Annndd... backyard! It's a bit dirty..." The Spider-man noticed how messy the area was, it seems like having eight children is already a handful that cleaning is out the window.

When he went to every part of the house, the living room and kitchen was the most dirties part with clothes, food, and toys toss around. So much unorganized items being missplace, and Hobie's older sister busy cooking a quick beans on Toast for her younger brother.

"Miles, are you hungry?" She asked being the second mother to this family, Miles only frowned seeing for a young girl taken so much responsibility.

"I'm fine, nene." Miles said to Ronica.

Hobie quickly stood in front, "I want some beans on toast, Nica!"

"OKay, go wash your hands." Ronica smiles at him.

Miles saw the other children running around having to bring mud into the kitchen floor from the door that lead to the backyard. Ronica scowls, "Stop it! I told you two to not make a mess!"

"You're not our mom, Ronny!" A the second oldest, which is a boy huffs.

While the fourth youngest nodded, "Yeah!"

Little Hobie scowls, "Ronny works hard to clean the floor! You're making a mess! Get out!" Being the fifth oldest, he went over to shove his older brother in anger, "Bombaclatt!"

"Oh yeah, your a little twerp!" His older brother harshly shove him back, then the two started to throw punches.

"Ah! Stop!" Ronny pulled her little sister back being in shock at her two brothers fighting.

"Hey! Stop it! Stop it, you two!" Miles went over using his Spider-man strength to pull the two apart, and grab their shirt pulling them up high to face them. "Stop it!" His voice stern.

The two looked surprised by his strength and his voice. "You two are brothers! You're supposed to love each other instead of fighting, look at the mess you two made." He gave them a good lecture having to set them down with their lips quivering as they view their hero being upset with them, especially Little Hobie.

"I'm sorry!" Little Hobie sniffs having tears in his eyes.

His siblings look in shock at how their feisty brother crying to Miles. Normally their little brother rarely cries and only start arguing with anyone being stubborn. "I'm sorry!" He went over to get cuddles from Miles, who picked him up to comfort him.

The Spider-man sighs, "I'm only giving you a lecture because you two were behaving. I only want best for ya'll while I'm here and your mom recovery." He could smell soil, and leaves from the kid, a bit of cinnamon spices, too.

Ronica picks one of her younger siblings in her arms, "Um... Mr. Spider-man... sir, how long will mom be gone?"

This broke the tension with the boys that fought, Miles sighs, "I think for a two weeks... maybe more. Don't worry she's in full care." His honey-brown eyes finally turns to see the little boy's dark inky eyes, his nose runny with snot and lips pouting. "Awe, don't cry. You're a tough little man."

"But you were mad at me!" Little Hobie buries his face into Miles' neck being so sad to make his hero mad at him. He cries into small muffles.

"There. There. Come on, I only want you two to understand and stop fighting. I'm not mad." He wipes the little boy's tears away being kind and gentle. "See, I'm not mad. I was never mad at you guys."

"Promise?" He hold out a pinky with a small voice.

"I promise." Miles did a pinky promise as he carries Little Hobie with one hand, "Anyway, we got a lot of work to do." He saw how lunch needs to be made, cleaning the house and laundry, he saw Ronica's and the girls need to get their hair done- and the boys need a trim. He had so much to do. "Anyone want lunch?"

"I made beans on toast." Ronica shyly said on the stove then her eyes widen as she left the beans on a lit stove, "Oh no!" Smoke started to burn the beans. Everyone coughing hearing the fire alarm beeping, Miles quickly set Little Hobie down as he took the pot from the stove to the sink filled with many old dishes.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Ronica cup her face being so upset with herself, "That was the last can of baked beans!"

"No worries. We'll have something else to eat." Miles went into the fridge to find very little food, and mostly condiments. His head started to whirl trying to figure out what he can do to help them.

"Miles! Miles! I'm hungry." Little Hobie took his hand giving his big puppy look on his face.

Just when Miles was about to answer a portal opens up reveal Hobie without his Spider-man mask on, he carried a big brown bag of groceries. "Am I just in time for lunch?"

"Hobie!"

"That's not Hobie, I am Hobie!" The little boy frowns then scowls at the imposter, "Why you here!"

"I came to see my Sunflower!" The older Hobie chuckles as he leans to kiss his SUnflower's cheek seeing how the little version of himself fuming.

"No! He's mine!" The little boy tries to push the young man away from his hero. "He's my best friend!" Hugging Miles' waist being jealous at sharing his hero.

Spider-punk huffs being jealous as well so he happily mocks, "He may be your friend but he is my Sunflower, right luv?" He kisses his boyfriend's cheek.

Miles saw the little boy's eyes watering, "Wahhh."

"Bae, stop picking on him. You're gonna make him cry." Miles pout at his boyfriend then received another kiss.

"Sorry, luv and lad. Anyway, i came by just in time, huh?" Hobie waves the air smelling of burned beans.

"Yeah, I was planning on making lunch but... the fridge." Miles' eyes on his boyfriend's brown bag, "You bought groceries?"

"Went to a supermarket not far from here. Saw everything I think we might need..." He places the brown bag then his eyes on Ronica, dark eyes soften reminding him of his own older sister. "So, lunch? Who wants the Hobie Brown sandwich?"

"Oh me!"

"I do!"

"Me too!"

All the children said except for little Hobie who was busy hugging Miles' leg. "You don't want a sandwich, niño?" He got low to face the little boy.

"Only if you make it. I don't trust him." Little Hobie pouted with a sniffle.

"Hahaha, alright. I can make the Morales special." Miles chuckles then wipes the boy's tears, "But first, I want every one to wash their hands. Come on, guys." He helps the younger ones wash their hands, then check on the baby who's still napping.

"I brought formula, Sunflower." Hobie was already in the kitchen having his set up ready. "You gonna make lil Hobie a sandwich?"

"Yeah, just wanting to make sure the baby is fine." Miles stand next to his boyfriend helping him make the sandwiches, "You know, for eight kids... how did your mother do it?"

"She didn't... my older sister watch over us, but she was young too. We all fend for ourselves in a way." Hobie grunts, then looks around, "I noticed this Mrs. Brown is at least trying to put food on the table and pay the bills."

"Yeah, I don't blame her for any of this..." Miles meant the how the house looks messy and dirty, "I can't imagine working long hours and coming home to clean up and watch the kids? And she did mention her husband left the family after the baby was born... what a bum."

"Fucking coward." Hobie scowls with pure malice in his voice, "Leaving her like this. Not fair to her and dem kids..." His heart hurts knowing the struggle living in poverty/working class.

Miles frowns at his boyfriend, "I know, baby. I'm sorry you had to go through that. Hopefully we can help fix around here while Mrs. Brown is better."

"Yeah... unless the sprogs let you go." Hobie chuckles.

His Sunflower looks down to find the youngest children after little Hobie were around his legs with their big eyes gleaming at him. They seem to take a great liking to him. "I guess they love me!"

"Who wouldn't Sunflower! You're amazing." His punker hums having a few sandwiches ready on a massive white plate. "Alright, sprogs! Sandwiches ready! Come n' get'm!" The children rushes over to the tables to get their slices.

Little Hobie sat waiting his own, "Here you go, guys." Miles came buy with the second round, watching the children chowing down. He gave little Hobie two sandwiches seeing how he didn't take one from the other plate.

"Thank you!" Little Hobie happily took his sandwiches to eat being so happy.

Miles smiles at them eating, "Oh, let me go feed um... was is Juan? Paul... ugh."

"Hahaha," His boyfriend chuckles, "You mean, Jean?"

"Yeah!" He got a warm bottle with formula being ready to feed the baby boy, "I'll go feed him."

His punker smiles at him, having to take his hand, "I love you, Miles."

"Huh? What makes you say that?" His Sunflower giggles.

"You're a kind heart person, luv. You decided to help these kids and put them first than you- it's just beautiful to see. I need you to know that's what I love about you." His hand gently massaging his Sunflower's knuckles, "I want you to know that."

"I love you, too, Hobie." Miles brightly smiles at him, "Now, let me go feed Jean." When he went to the other room, Hobie smiles at his Sunflower, then he felt a tug on his pants.

Little Hobie staring up at him, "He's mine."

"Is that a challenge?" Hobie being one to like to be mischievous saw a fun oppurtunity to poke some fun.

"No, it's a fact!" He glares at him, "Miles is mine!"

"Hahaha." Hobie chuckles, "You have no idea who am I, do you?"

"No, but I don't care! Because I'm the REAL Hobie Brown." Little Hobie kicked the punker's shin and runs off. "That's the first warning!" He ran for safety which is Miles being in the other room feeding the baby.

The Spider-punk winced at his shin but said nothing, He knew dealing with his child self would be a problem, especially when he got a little crush on his Sunflower.

#miles morales #hobie brown #punkflower #spiderman #across the spider verse #fanfic

[clownsuu]

I wonder what Frank's reaction would be to Howdy's visiting cousin... especially since Howdy would talk about his family, but now the rest of the neighbors get to see a relative? I can only imagine the antics bwaha!

(A silly thing, for you!)

AWEEE MY BB BOYO ;;;;; more for frank to absolutely obsess over got d a m-

#Frank gonn have to watch his back tho #Robbie has a primal instinct to catch anyone off guard and headbutt them into the air HSGDHDJJ #Aka angry horned beetles when they fight- #Gave howdy a few dotted scars in his back back in the day LMAO #however now that howdy is taller and stronger than him he can easily just grab onto his horns #Robbie just goes “awe poo” #I just realized that if howdy was to have a giant family get-together in the neighborhood #Frank would absolutely lose it- #Gets ascended into the heavens HZHDHDHHD #ALSO #My god howdy family ocs has got to be one of my favorite genders dawg #It's like he has so much family that technically all of the ocs made as siblings and such could be canon LMAO #Love love love AAAAAA #ALSO ANYWAY ENOUGH WITH ME RAMBLING GAH #YOU DRAW HIM SO CUTE DAMN IT XHHXJDJDJJDHDHDJ #HES JUST EXISTIN ;;;;;;;

[m1chael-langd0n]

Going off of the other post and what anon mentioned (I just didn't want to spam OP),

Antis can think of Mello and Near as brothers if they like to.

Heck, I like to think of BB as a 'role model' or influence for Mello when he left the orphanage. I even head canon Mello and Matt as brothers.

But no matter how hard you headcanon it won't actually BE canon.

So if antis or M2 shippers(That the anon person mentioned on the post) or whoever wants to pretend Mello and Near are brothers, they can do it to their hearts extent.

Headcanons don't equal canon

At the end of the day, it's not canon they are brothers. No matter how hard people who don't like Meronia try and make it. But in saying that, anyone is welcome to go along with whatever their imagination can come up with ❤️

#meronia #mello x near #Just two rivals in love #I think people who are anti meronia have cute imaginations <3 #Saying Mello and Near are brothers is a headcanon but not actually canon #Don't get them confused #It is genuinely cute if you think they're brothers #Imagine them fighting over the Tv remote like actual siblings

[jrueships]

they Need to Kiss.

#yes lovie #( i love your name btw it's very cute #one of my best friends is named lovie ) #(you are my best friend now) #anyways #yes lovie derek WOULD fit inside sauce best ty king for seeing my light #i will never forget sauce posting a selfie that he thought was cool and captioning it 'I'm the best in the draft.' #before getting drafted under another cb derek stingley #derek being surrounded by parental role models involved in football #having the training and skill to be known as a number 1 COLLEGE draft prospect AS WELL AS A NFL DRAFT prospect #thanks to his football loving family (coaching father wise retired football player grandfather) #vs sauce being raised all by his mother alone who had to work overnights at an automotive seating manufacturing factory #being the youngest of three of his siblings and never leaving his eldest brother's side bcs he was lonely and unsure and afraid #allante (the eldest) trying to draw sauce spreadsheets to help sauce understand the recruiting processes (and why he wasnt as high #as he wanted to be) #sauce fighting as an underdog his whole life in detroit then going to an underdog school that at least had the name 'King' #so he can feel like royalty as a wr/cb #promising his mom he'll be a college graduate no matter what so he'll always have something to fall back on so she wont worry #sauce's secret not so secret envy of derek and all his resources #his secret not so secret stuck up nose bcs he thinks hes had to climb higher hills than derek and therefore deserves the better recognition #then hiding behind 'im just working for my family' when ppl notice theres a lot more ego involved in his envious little nose scrunches #derek just smiling and being lively bcs hes just thrilled to be in his familys dream that a lot of ppl dont have the chance to obtain #even his dad played in the arena football league but not the nfl #im telling yall ppl with a chip on their shoulder... watch out 😭 #it's like a beautiful giant marble statue with a bruise #i need to see them interact. i must. #sauce: you took Every. Thing. From. Me. #derek: ... OOH-- did I accidentally take a swing from your gatorade dude? aw #im so sorry man :( !! sometimes i just see shiny things and KABLAMMO! im on it like a silk bonnet! sorry bro u can have mine tho 🐶! #i didnt open it yet so it should be cool clean! AND refreshing 😁👍🏽!

[kanene-yaaay]

I am here if you need

Alternative Title: Little Brothers.

Kanene’s notes: So, in the brazilian dub Ritsu was always calling Shigeo “his lil bro” (probably because he is taller than him sdfghjkjhg) and I kept this nickname on this fanfic because it’s honestly the most adorable thing so just a heads up in the case that is not something that happen in others dubs or on the original. Hope it’s not very confusing!

Warnings: There are rasbperries here and nursery rhymes, but besides that, nothing! Lots of brotherly fluff and angst full of hurt/comfort with Switch!Shigeo and Switch!Ritsu. Around 5.000 words.

[~*~]

(Please consider reading my notes before the fanfic pls ^.^)

Ritsu is his little brother and Shigeo loves him.

Sometimes, everything is simple like that.

He doesn’t think life has ever been different. It’s like waking up to the sunrise every single day. You simply know that the next time you open your eyes, the sun will be there to greet you at the first signals of consciousness.

But he wouldn’t say Ritsu is like the Sun. Actually, he is much more like the Moon. A constant calming presence. Strong. Important. Always there when you need it. He is intelligent and funny and so, so amazing. And popular too, which is only natural. Of course everyone would love him. His little brother is incredible.

Shigeo couldn’t be prouder of him.

This is also a constant in his life when it comes to his brother. Love and pride.

(And fear and jealousy. But they were working on it).

Both feelings have always mingled together, accompanying their hurried steps as they grew up on those hot afternoons spent climbing tall trees and pointing at the caterpillars and bugs they found in their way.

They also followed the brothers as Ritsu went to the hospital to take his vaccines even though he was deadly afraid of needles and shaking the whole ride to the place, tightly holding Mob’s hands as the older one teared up and sniffled in empathy at his sibling’s struggles.

And on the moments they fought and Shigeo would freeze, stop and lock up because he was so afraid of losing control and then Ritsu would appear hours later with two cups of warm tea for them to sip quietly, sitting together with arms pressing on each other as the silence said words they couldn’t ever express.

Also on the way the older one would always keep money in his bag for the days when they stumbled on each other on their way to home so they could make a small detour to the ice cream store and have something nice after a busy day.

Or with how Ritsu would untwist his spoons when Mob lost control, and Shigeo would still remember his bro’s favorite shows as a kid and Ritsu would frown at him when he talked about Reigen but not say anything because he may not trust the guy, but the trusted Shigeo’s choices.

And. And. And.

That is why it was so easy to not be hurt when Ritsu got his powers and he found him in that alley. Because Ritsu was amazing. He was his little brother and Shigeo knew that feelings are a complex, difficult thing to control and when we can’t control them everything becomes terrifying (because you’re hurt) and scaring and pushing people away seems like the only good way to protect yourself. But it was fine. It was fine because Shigeo understood (he had someone who helped him to understand) and now that he understands he could help his brother. He would be there for him. Because he loved him and Ritsu also loved him and nothing in the world could ever change that.

That is why he sometimes laid awake, frozen in his bed in the middle of the night, frightening memories and horrible nightmares of those six hellish months mixing together in an undistinguished way, plaguing his mind and leaving him out of breath, as if there were rocks laying on his chest and a hand squeezing his throat, making his tongue feel like concrete in his dry mouth.

Sometimes he really despises the way that illusion changed him.

It was on one of those nights that Mob decided he couldn’t bear to stay alone in his room any longer.

Walking to the bathroom to wash his face only woke him more, however at least it also decreased the feeling that cotton was filling his brain and made his thoughts stop dragging themselves in the darkest spaces of his mind.

He stopped in front of Ritsus’ door, knocking on it very lightly, anxiety buzzing in his chest non stop. He didn’t care if it seemed childish. His fingers began to pull and fiddle with his pajamas’ shirt. It was nothing, really. Nothing really important. He just... He just... He really needed to look at Ritsu’s eyes right now and see more than indifference or disgust.

Ritsu opened his door. His eyelids were dropping. He was clearly tired, yet very alert even if all his movements were still sluggish from sleep.

And still...

“Lil bro,“ his voice was calm. Patient. Warm. Of course it was. It was Ritsu. What was Mob thinking? He would never... He wouldn’t...

“Something happened?”

Mob shook his head.

Quiet washed over them. Ritsu watched his brother for something and Shigeo kept staring at him because that shine in his eyes showed that he was worried. He was worried but also he wouldn’t pry and the oldest couldn’t put in words how much that alone made him relax.

(Worry was very different from indifference. Or hate. You didn’t worry about someone you didn’t care about. Shigeo held to this thought as if it was the only thing keeping him standing.)

Before he could say anything (his tongue was still so heavy) Ritsu held his hand and pulled him to the kitchen. Shigeo’s hand was sweaty. That couldn’t be comfortable.

He didn’t pull away.

(Ritsu cared.)

“Do you want some tea?”

It was more of a courtesy question than anything, really, since the taller one was already getting the teapot. Still, Shigeo said a tiny sound in agreement and moved to grab their cups either way. He had to let go of his brother's hands for this but it was fine. Because from time to time Ritsu would bump their shoulders together (I am here) or Shigeo would poke his arm to show the night outside their window (I care) and Ritsu would choose one of their favorite blands (I care) and the smell would be all over the kitchen so Mob had to open the window in the most careful and quiet way ever to not wake up their parents and then, since the window was open and they were already there, both would take their time to take a deep breath and stare at the night sky.

(I care. I care. I am here. I love you. I love you. I love you.)

They spent a handful of pieces of time like this before going back to Ritsu’s room, sitting on his futon and watching senseless videos on his phone.

Almost instantly Shigeo felt a head lay on his shoulder and he didn’t need to turn around to know his younger brother would be struggling to keep his eyes open. Therefore he calmly took the phone from his hands and adjusted himself carefully to not disturb the other.

Suddenly, he was nine years old all over again, putting a blanket over him and Ritsu while watching more videos in the middle of the night in secret until his sibling began taking more and more deep, paused breaths, indicating that he had fell asleep and now Mob could move him to lay on his futon without waking him up.

But he wasn’t eight years old anymore and didn’t realize that the nightmares and tea and the warmth and the comfort of having his family so close would make him fall on the hands of the dreamland easier, much before he could even properly adjust the blanket on themselves.

Did he remember to close the window?

(...)

When Shigeo woke up, he was laying on a futon that wasn’t his in his old room. The memories of the last night came back as he moved to sit, rubbing his eyes and yawning and. ah. He forgot to wash their cups last night.

Breakfast was fine, with mom talking and dad laughing and hot, enjoyable food between all of them.

He walked back to his room after he was finished (thankfully it wasn’t a school day) and left his door open due the another set of footsteps following him. It was a sunny day. Dimple must be at Reigen’s if he stayed out until now. Or maybe visiting Teru. It was fine. Today was going to be an okay day.

He turned around when the door closed, still a bit slow with the sleepiness that refused to leave his bones. His gaze found Ritsu’s, he didn’t look as worried as yesterday. That is good.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He almost said ‘no’, the word already on the tip of his tongue. However... he didn’t want Ritsu to feel like he was pushing him away. He wanted to set a good example.

Besides, it all didn’t seem so horrible now that it was day and he wasn’t alone and they had tea and a good, warm breakfast. It felt less unspeakable

“...I had a nightmare.” His brother kept an open face, calm and understanding. “I don’t remember it well. But you helped.” He hugged him, hoping it would say more than just the few words he had. “Thank you.”

“I’m always here for you, lil bro.” Ritsu hugged him back.

They stayed a bit like this.

Ritsu huffed a laugh.

“Huh?”

“Do you remember the thing to cheer us up that dad always did when we were little and ran at him after a bad day?”

Ah. Shigeo did.

“And that you also began to do when I would show up in your room after a nightmare?”

Shigeo experimentally wiggled on the embrace, not being surprised when Ritsu’s arms kept him locked on the hug. Hands began spidering their way on his ribs and suddenly Mob was more than aware that his position wasn’t the best for protection and that he fell in a trap.

And yet, his arms - trembling and shaking with the effort to not shoot downwards and trap the offending hands and wiggling fingers in their attack - were determinately kept firm, still hugging Ritsu close.

This was a family tradition, afterall.

“Do you remember that silly song that dad would always sing when he tickled us?” Of course Shigeo did, afterall, he was the one who first took upon himself to learn and keep that tradition going during his own cheering-up tickle attacks against Ritsu. The same song that pried, amidst his giggly and squeaking protests about ‘how much he despised it’, the biggest and brightest smiles from his younger sibling. “I can’t recall it that well, but you will help me to sing it, right, lil bro?”

Before a single word could come out of his lips, Ritsu focused his tickly attention on his lowest rib, pinching and drumming on a spot right in the middle of it that never failed to fish a loud squeal and scramble his thoughts all over around the place because it tickled, it really tickled so, so much, the sensation spreading all across his torso and making him want to curl in a ball and smile and laugh and laugh and-

Giggles were dancing freely on the air and Mob was nodding his head non stop even before he noticed what he was doing.

“Thank you so much, lil bro!” Any naivety of those words would be lost at the scene of the gigantic, teasy (and yet a tad soft, because that shy, smiley expression on his lil bro's face was so much better than the haunted, exhausted eyes he saw yesterday) smirk on Ritsu’s features. He couldn’t help prodding the spot on both the right and left ribs at the same time only to see Shigeo try to wiggle from one side to another and stop because that made him jump into another tickly finger and then half second later wiggle again because it tickled.

After a few seconds of tormenting he stopped, though, giving his brother a breather, warmth spreading on his chest as he watched Mob use the break to shove his face on his shoulder, little bounces of his own shoulders being the only hint of the quiet titters and yelps that still spilled from his mouth. Ritsu gave his head a couple of fond pats with an amused snort.

He wasn’t finished, however.

“How does the song start, again? It’s been a while since I heard it…”

A huffed chuckle and a hesitant, mumbled sentence was what answered him, and because Ritsu was a little shit, he scribbled the vulnerable, incredibly ticklish neck that Mob’s hiding left unprotected. 

“Sorry,” the playfulness in his voice showed that he was pretty much not sorry at all and would definitely do it again if Shigeo didn’t try to talk louder “can you say that again? I couldn’t hear you.”

Giggling giggling giggling.

“...R-round ahahand r-snrk” Shigeo shoved his face even more on his shoulder as Ritsu quickly changed his attack back to his ribs, being mindful to give every single inch of ticklish rib a few scratches and a good prodding before jumping to another. “round thehehe gar-r-rden gohohoes the teddy be-eek!”

Ritsu gave the weak spot on the back of his middle rib a last tickle before having mercy at his older sibling and continuing the song. And, well, if he even mimicked the goofy voice his father always did when he sang it… no one but his brother needed to know. 

“One step.”

He pretended to “walk” in the direction of the unprotected armpits. Mob’s titters became more squeaky, already tipping on a full laughter.

“Two steps.”

He paused for a grand effect, mentally counting to three before unmercifully wiggling and digging his fingers on the target, keeping up his attack even when the older one jolted in the air, an unexpected bark of loud laughter breaking the previous silence and making Shigeo throw his head backwards, arms shooting down a second too late, only trapping the offending, playful tickly digits in their attack as his laughter turned into an unstable mix of squeaks and hiccups.

“And tickle under there.~”

“R-ritsu!” 

The called one just snickered, paying the half heartedly protest no mind, especially since no more words or moves accompanied it. Knowing his brother he would endure a whole hour of goofy nursery rhymes and silly tickles if that meant keeping up the playful moment.

Huff.

Such a softie.

Before his laughter would become more hiccups than anything Ritsu decided to experiment and see if he still knew how to get a few snorts and airy giggles with the next rhyme.

He positioned both of his index fingers on Shigeo's cheeks. 

"Now, how does the second part goes again…?" He pretended to think while swirling his digits on the spot, receiving plenty of puffed snorts as the bright eyes of his brother stared at him, his grin growing bigger at every small skittering. "Round and round…?" He looked at Shigeo expectantly.

"Thehehe hayssstack."

"Right." Then,his voice was back to the singing, goofy tune again, he almost decided to change his attack to tease the shortest's ears but Mob seemed to be having fun. "Round and round the haystack, went the little mouse."

"One step."

Once again he pretended to "walk", now directing the scribbling to the so ticklish neck. 

"Two steps."

Shigeo's shoulders began to shake uncontrollably.

"And right up in the air."

He feigned going for his chin before changing to squeeze his sides on the last second, fishing a loud high pitched squeal, the belly laughter filling the entire room for a full second before falling to a silent laughter and the usual hiccups. Shigeo's torso weakly wiggled from left to right before he failed limply on Ritsu's arms, still giggling like crazy.

"W-wahahait!"

"Huh? Oh, shoot. That doesn't rhyme,must be something else then. Let me just try again." He stopped, leading his hands to spider over the other's stomach. "One step. Two steps. Into his little house." 

And, as Mob was about to hold his wrists, the tickling came to a stop. And they stayed there, Shigeo giggling out the rest of the giddy feeling buzzing on his nerves and Ritsu chuckling and giving his back a couple of fond pats.

It took some minutes before Shigeo's voice filled the air again.

“I had forgotten about this tradition.” Mob said, honesty and warmth painting every word. “Thank you for reminding me, Ritsu.”

Ritsu smiled. His older sibling was really a big ol softie with a giant melting heart. "I'm always here for you, lil bro."

(...)

After a few weeks, such moment had been almost forgotten, being, instead, kept in a high shelf in Ritus’s mind after his brother’s nightmares became more sparse and their bimester's finals came to pull and throw them in a frenetic pace of clubs, studies and way too much schoolwork for just 24 hours per day.

In fact, that memory only resurfaced after his tests were over, right during that stressing period right after you finished every major thing you had to do, when your body was exhausted from weeks of study and work but you mind was still too full of everything (every exercise every test every record every observation every question and answers and notes and classes and-) to be able to let go of the adrenaline that kept him going and actually relax.

The taller didn’t even realize that Shigeo was in his room until a light touch on his arm broke him from the staring competition he was having with his textbook, wondering if it was worth it to study a subject or two just to make the anxiety gnawing the corner of his mind more bearable. 

"Ritsu?"

"Hm?" He blinked, recovering fast from the unexpected touch. "Do you need something, lil bro?"

(Help with your studies? Help with understanding a confusing equation? A quick run down on the subject of last week? Help with cleaning? With your powers? With work?)

(Was he even worth something if he didn't hel-)

"No. Thank you." The attentive and calm eyes of the older one ere enough to make him let go of the book and stay on the here and now. Ritsu attempted to look patient and open, trying to not show his confusion and internal struggling to the other. He needed to get a hold of himself before he did something stupid again.

"Are you alright, Ritsu?"

The taller one stopped. Blinked one, two, three times before a smile opened in his face.

(It didn't reach his eyes.)

"Of course, lil bro. Why wouldn't I be?" He turned around to put his book in his bag again. Maybe he should start preparing his things for tomorrow.

"Because your tests were only over today and you've been through a stressful week of studies right after working hard during the school's festival, which usually overload the students council with more obligations than the normal amount." 

Ah. That is right. The school festival. Has it been that long already? After a time everything starts mixing up in the same mess. His hands kept organizing his bag even if his breath hitched for a moment too long. Wednesday was when he had math in the first and second period, didn't he? He should probably check his exercise to see if his answers were correct. 

Another light, careful touch on his shoulder made him stop.

"Ritsu, you are always here for me when I need it." Shigeo's tune was calm and light-hearted like it always had been. Like he always had been. Like helping Ritsu was not a chore only natural. "So if you need or want" his gaze became firm then, more determined "I am here for you too. You can trust me."

One blink.

Two blinks. 

Ritsu opened his mouth to say something but no words came out.

Oh.

Oh.

Okay.

That was right.

He could trust him, couldn’t he? Shigeo already proved that before, when they…

His lil bro always tried so hard for him. Ritsu could… He could try a bit more for him, as well. 

"I am stressed." The words were low, stumbling out of his lips before he could stop them. Like ripping off a bandaid. "And there isn’t a reason for it anymore. I should try to… relax a bit."

Shigeo nodded and Ritsu scratched the back of his neck in a sudden bout of shyness as the other’s eyes scanned him, understanding.

Shigeo nodded once again.

"OK. That should be a good moment to tell you that I have a message for you, then."

"Really?" A message? That is… not what Ritsu was expecting. But his lil bro was good at breaking and going over expectations. He wondered if it was from someone at the school. "What is it?"

Mob looked at the window behind him, pointing at something. Voice as neutral as ever.

“Oh. What’s that?”

“Huh?” Ritsu turned around, scanning the scenery in search for something strange. It was only when he heard a small sound behind him that his eyes widened and he realized that he fell for the oldest trick in the book.

Arms came and hugged him from behind.

Flashes of memories filled his mind in less than one second. Laughter, wide smiles, giggles, wiggling fingers, surprise attacks. 

“No!”

He would forever deny the way his voice was wobbly, embarrassing high pitched giggles already bubbling on his throat just at knowledge of what would happen, the buzzing feeling of anticipation making him want to kick and squirm around like crazy.

“It’s our cheering up tradition.”

Hands began giving the stomach they were resting on a few experimental pokes, each one of them leaving him wiggling from one side to another like a quite energetic worm. Ritsu could perfectly visualize his brother’s face even without looking at him: the way his eyebrows would be frowned in a concentrated way, curious eyes jumping from the teasing pokes to his reactions in search of what would bring out the brightest smiles or the most wheeziy snicker, just like a musician tuning his instruments.

“It’s not!”

“It’s a family thing.”

“It is really nOT!” In the last part, Ritsu’s voice was taken over by an unintelligible ‘eee’ sound as Mob gave the horribly, unfairly, awfully ticklish spot right under his bellybuton a scratch, legs almost giving out in the need to move and kick and stay and laugh and laugh and laugh.

“I-I’m… n-nohot- snrk. Come on!” He and Shigeo’s hands were caught in a game of cat and mouse for a bit when Ritsu wasn’t able to even start a sentence without having his words captured by pieces of barked laughter and badly muffled chuckles since his brother refused to leave that damn spot alone and it tickled so much. It tickled so, so bad. Shigeo’s ones escaping from his grip (not that it was that strong in the first place) with the skill of someone who tickled him since they were tiny humans and wasn’t about to stop now. The playful wrestling though gave him a breather and a chance to wheeze out his sentence. “I’m not seven anymore, lil bro.”

“Physical activities are a good way to destress and relax.” Mob’s tune was pensative, a light hint of a considerating humming in his voice as Ritsu finally succeeded in getting a hold of his hands, not letting them go even with the light tugs that this resulted. And, well, if a gigantic smile was plastered on his face and a couple of giggles escaped from his lips because of the playful moment, that is nobody’s business.

Besides, it was hard to not let a victorious (and strangely nostalgic. Had this ever happened before?) feeling wash over him as his older brother gave up from trying to free his hands.

Well, that wasn’t so bad.

Ritsu ignored the little sad weight on his chest that wished that it didn’t end so soon. Maybe… Maybe he could turn around and get a bit of a payba-

A big raspberry hit his shoulder blades, right in the middle space that connected both of them, a weak spot that even he had forgotten about. But as it seems, not Shigeo. Or his own body.

The sound that came out from his mouth was more of a screeching than actual laughter. Loud, fast - and not even remotely close from the huffed, quiet reactions from his older brother, - and uncontrollable giggling stumbled right out of his mouth when the maddening and tickly buzzing that made his nerves tingle didn’t go away, the tickling following him no matter how much he squirmed and wiggled around in his attempts to escape it, his hands letting go of Shigeo’s wrists to trash and shake around, totally unable to stop the older as he decided to throw quicker and smaller raspberries around both shoulder blades, fishing plenty of crackling squeals when they slipped and “accidentally” hit the back of his ribs and neck.

They were a shared tickle spot and one of the favorites for Shigeo to tickle, warmth filling his chest at the knowledge that he could make Ritsu happy and smiley with just a few playful tickles.

His hands were now free, though, so he could go back to his original plan.

Shigeo undid the hug, watching with an amused quirk of lips as his sibling clumsy tumbled out of it, frenetic, airy titters still floating in the room as if the tickling had never came to a stop. He waited for Ritsu to turn in his direction, bright, shiny eyes finding his before he slowly - so teasing slowly - lifted his hands, fingers mimicking claws as they clawed the air.

He used to do that all the time as a kid, Ritsu even called it-

“No!” Wide eyes and even a wider smile. Ritsu watched as the older approached with a giddy alarm, adrenaline running on his veins and muscles tensing in preparation to scramble away. He couldn’t believe Shigeo was doing that, it was so childish. “Do. not. No. Not The Claw!”

Mob didn’t stop his approaching steps, only clawing the air fast and faster as he got closer and closer and closer. “Shigeo!!”

“Tickle tickle tickle…”

Just three taunting words and then Ritsu was running away, laughter falling his lips when he managed to dodge from Shigeo and jump over his forgotten bag on the floor, shivers and the ghost feeling of poking fingers on his torso following him at every step, especially when he glanced behind with the corner of his eyes only to see the other one chasing right after him. 

Oh, that is right. He is on the Body Improvement Club, shit, shit, shit-

This was so silly. This was so childish. So stupid and it didn’t make any sense and it was so so fun.

That was the moment he tripped on his futon.

(For some reason, he also was always very bad at running away from the tickles as a kid. Looks like he didn’t outgrow that feature.)

Ritsu didn’t even process the string of protesting nonsense falling freely from his lips as he turned around, a mix of protesting ‘nonono’a and promising ‘don’t you dare!’s as Shigeo sat close to him. Still, his lil bro’s voice, calm and with drops of something a tad playful seemed to echo in the entire room.

“Got you.”

His clawing hands lunged to his belly. Ritsu screeched.

Only for his hands to stop a few inches from the skin, the tip of the finger barely grazing the spot before pulling away.

Ritsu began wheezing, hotness running from his neck to his face, feeling like a little kid facing the tickle monster that was his older brother all over again. He couldn’t believe Shigeo was doing that. He was so- This was so (silly, awful, amazing, soft, playful, amusing, silly, silly, silly) unfair.

A yelp was pried from his mouth when Shigeo again pretended to lounge on his sides. A loud squeal when the clawing hands threatened his ribs. A half snort, half chortle when they gave his hips an experimental squeeze before also moving away.

He was already a mess of squirms and uncontrollable giggles (one of his hands running to try to cover his mouth) when Shigeo decided to take mercy on him and slowly descended his hands to his knees, attacking it with plenty of squeezes and spidering so he wouldn’t get used to the feeling.

The tickling spreading tickly shocks across his entire legs and happily followed him, no matter how much he trashed or kicked around. Loud, bright peals of laughter and squeaky snorts dancing in the air in harmony, no anxious thoughts or stressed feelings filling his mind besides the only one sentence that repeated non stop on his brain and left a happy, comforting feeling on his chest.

‘It tickles. It tickles. It tickles.’

When tears began to run across his cheeks Shigeo decided to stop, carefully rubbing the knees to free them from the remaining sensation of fingers skittering on them. Ritsu threw one of his arms on his eyes, letting all the giggles and wobbly laughter get out of his system, breathing slowly going back to it’s normal pace.

It took a few minutes until he could talk without falling back to the laughing pit.

“That was your message?”

“No. Shou asked me to tell you to meet him at the central shopping mall tomorrow after school.” Mob paused a bit, Ritsu already thinking about how he would say to Shou that his brother was no messenger pigeon and for him to actually use his phone once in a while before having his thoughts cut by the rest of the shorter’s sentence. “But you told me what was wrong. I wanted to help you.”

Oh.

It was soft, the relaxing the silence that fell on them. Literally. Because relaxing made Ritsu let go of his powers (when did he activate them again?) that were keeping them and a handful of objects in his room hoovering in the air, which made all of them have a less than stellar encounter with the floorboards.

But, as both the Kageyamas brothers re-organized the room, two twin sets of fond, content smiles decorating their features, they couldn’t say exactly that they minded the turn of events that happened on that evening.

#Ticklish!Shigeo #Mob pyscho 100 tickles #MP100 tickling #Switch!Mob #Switch!Ritsu #Switch!Shigeo #Ticklish!Ritsu #this was supposed to be a lee ritsu fanfic when did it take such a detour SDFGHJKKJHG #*hitting shigeo with a piece of cardboard* stop.getting.character.development!!! this was supposed to be just fluff!! #WHERE DID THE ANGST CAME FROM #Shiego as a smol kidwalking around the street w a pic of his bro like #'hello good afternoon has you seen my brother? He is not really lost. He is just very cool' #Random headcanon: Mob knows no self preservation and while being tickled he will simply LATCH on the closest person to him #(most of the time the person who is tickling him) #and if you tickled him and Ritsu together most of the time he would simply h u g his lil bro while Ritsu tried to stop himself from- #-trashing and kicking around non stop so he would'nt hurt Mob and I just think this is very cute #Ritsu being soft caring and going out of his way to support and cheer up Shigeo: Pfff. My bro is such a SOFTIE. Good thing I am tough #All the memories in the beginning of the story is inspired in real stuff that happened w me and my sisters so- #thanks for my siblings for being so amazing heh #Ritsu fighting like his life is on the line: NO TICKLES // The person: *stops tickling him*// Ritsu: No… No more tickles? :((( #Look he is grumpy and SERIOUS and on the ‘fight’ spectrum of ‘flight or fight’ mah man will deny liking to be tickled to his grave SDFGHJKJH #Mob as a kid gives his bro a poke on his side and see him giggle and then his pupils dilate like a cat seeing a shiny something and that was #the exact moment Shigeo became a tickle monster #Both Shigeo and Ritsu are teasy lil sh*ts when it comes to tickling someone but both in very different ways and it was SO FUN to explore tha #MP100 tickles #mob pyscho 100 tickling #Kanene's fic #Kanene's fanfic #Cheer up tickles

[shaykai]

You know I thought I was strong enough to let the tieflings die, but I don’t think I am actually

time to reload a save that’s like 5 hours back

#baldurs gate 3 spoilers #it’s vague but I mine as well tag it- also I’ll be rambling in the tags so spoilers here for sure #I saved the ones in moonrise but I don’t think I’m okay about all of the others dying djdjdjdj #also I don’t know if the kids are okay??? like mol I know got grabbed and was taken to somewhere (which like. bad. she’s gonna take raphaels #fucking deal which is terrible because that’s my kid I’ve decided djdjjdjdjdjsjsjs I want the best for mol #but I don’t know if the other tiefling children are okay or not???????? and I’m not okay about them not being okay dndjdjdj #(also like the siblings need to be reunited and I need the bard lady to be okay #really I think I might just reload to save everyone properly this time dhdjdjdj) #which suuuuuuuuucks cause I’ve done a lot #like I freed the prisoners- I got to moonrise- did a bunch of looting/side questing #got through basically all of shar’s temple #killed the one demon guy for astarion (which like. that fight is rough djdjdjdj) #had myself a moon lantern- passed all of the checks at the bar with the one spooky bloated guy #where you need like a bajillion 20s in a row djsjsjdjdjd #(it’s not that bad but I did have to reload like #twice I think to get that right) #I already murdered Balthazar or whatever his name is- I just reloaded to before that cause I forgot to do other quests #hhhhhhhh it’s a lot of progress #but I keep thinking about it so I’m probably just going to grit my teeth and go back #if nothing else at least I’ll get to see that super super cute astarion romance scene again #which is like. my favorite thing in the world right now

[mellaithwen]

“SINCE WHEN?” no I’m not over it

pretty sure there was a spelling mistake in my last ask shh

heheheh <333

honestly though if they did anything like that in the episode i would cry because Jen and Oliver would knock it out of the park :") but like. too much. too much for my fragile soul.

I can only torment oTHERS, I can withstand none of my own :)

#sorry i took so long to reply i COULD NOT DECIDE on a gif #like happy buckley siblings? sad buckley siblings? cute buckley siblings? but then I know you like a bit of whump #and fight or flight is a pHENOMENAL episode #and tHIS SCENE!!?!?? Maddie screaming for Buck - Buck running as fast as he can over the snow - the way they crash together #fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk <3 #911 fox #the buckley siblings #ask

[burinazar]

((mildly discoursey. also old/repeated thought)) insane to me belavue is the one that like three ppl have tried to start fights with me over the presumed problematic-ness of when it'd be easier to bullet-point reasons wabe is cancellable and i openly enjoy that one quite a bit too lol

just incomprehensible to me that this is the one single ship people have ever started shit with me for

it's basically a Freyang tier of sweetie pie 4 sweetie pie

#>_> that came to mind as the textbook 'well known cute sweet ship' because my reference frame is so skewed that LOGH is my 'bigger' fandom #hell freyang may more provably have a..questionable when-they-met age gap than either of the sages ships now that i think of it lmao #orphan hole tag #if youve hallucinated an age gap between B+V when they met why are you not giving OzenLyza likers a hard time for their very canon age gap #note: i'm not saying actually DO that. those people and their complicated ship are fine i'm saying how about leave all of us alone #genuinely BeVu's such an inoffensive ship that when i got into it i expected the issue would be people calling it boring or comphet or smth #or else picking up on the part that makes it beautifully complicated/tragic to me (the .. you know. thing V did to B) and calling it toxic #but it's just people getting mad over headcanon. 'oh they feel like siblings to me this ship arts gross' 'oh but i bet their age is x and y #(not that most of the fandom bothers to acknowledge the existence of this or the other sage ships at all lol.) #to be clear - no shade to anyone who simply doesn't ship it/has these HCs/etc. this is about people who start fights about it.

[birdmenanime]

[NEVERAFTER FINALE SPOILERS] I have kept up with neverafter since it first released and I’m SOOO sad to see it over but I loved it so much. I think it’s hilarious that emily committed to Ylfa x Pinocchio at the end since she’s been hinting at it from like the very start. It’s so funny to me. Good for them!!! Absolute shit charisma gf x absolutely insane charisma bf!!!

#sure I can have opinions on their stories but [not to get meta] if it was scripted and perfect it defeats the point #the point is it’s THEIR story now. they can be as silly and stupid or serious and fun as they want #it’s not up to us to force them. they live happily. in their own way! #dimension 20 #neverafter spoilers #neverafter #ok actually I’m not done #Pinocchio and ylfa were the only kids in the group and they went through SOOO much it’s insane. l #but I loved the moments where they could just hang and be kids it was sooo cute. snowball fights!!!!! #rosamund was just a teen too at 18 but u get the gist. the kids were like 12 #also Rosamund being there for ylfa hurt so good [hits in the sibling issues] #okay one last thing. narratively i think it should’ve ended before we saw their epilogues. however that is NOT how campaigns work #at least in my groups. you get your epilogues! you close out YOUR story! #but I will still enjoy seeing the fics and art of possible AUS

[t-u-i-t-c]

Fenix's Close Call!

#kr revice lb #kr lb #umbrella.thoughts #umbrella.posts #ikki and vice are buddies :) #i like they're dynamic as best friends #i like how ikki is relating his siblings' growth and change to the fact that vice can also change #like at the beginning you may not have thought you'd be fighting side-by-side but here you are #and now looking back vice has been so helpful and has been by you the whole time and so maybe he is worthy of a bit of trust #also horomi calling lovekov cute and protecting her he's such a sweetheart <3

[shaisuki]

“c'mere megumi. i know you're tired.”

gojo calls out to him but the boy ignores him and continued to walk.

“he won't satoru. you traumatized him.” you quipped at him.

teleportation is fun and all but not to a fourth-grader megumi who got almost dropped mid-air from the teleportation skill gojo have, only to catch him mid-air before he truly drops.

“i catched him before he fell.” the white-haired male pouts.

“catched him before he fell?” scoffing at him. “he's a child, satoru. think before you do something to him. you almost endangered him with your antics and you can't do whatever you please when you want. you're an ass and you know it.” you spat at him and gojo pouts and he's like a child kneeling down while being scolded.

you crouched down to meet the height of megumi. patting his head and you began to speak in a soft voice. “i'll carry you, okay? i promise no funny business.” drawing a cross in your chest to convince megumi. the poor child is sleepy and fighting the urge to not sleep caused by the earlier wrongdoing of an pre-adult.

deciding to trust you, megumi comes closer to you and puts his arms around your neck before carrying his small body in front of you. your arms tucked under his thighs and it turns to snuggle you. his jaw in your shoulder.

megumi blankly stares at the adult behind you. immature, he thought but his eyes are getting heavy and sleep is calling to him. before his eyes closed he reminds himself not to be carried by that weird man.

it took a few seconds before the child snuggling in you fell asleep. you can tell from the lack of movements of his body and the small snores. patting his back before continuing to walk.

gojo followed you. he felt bad and it was like a punch to him in the gut when you scold him but he likes it. loves it when your cheeks puff and your eyes rolling at him in annoyance.

stopping at a bakery to get a few sweets to satisfy his sweet tooth and for the siblings to eat back home. you continued to walk, enjoying the little peace and quiet before a old lady approached at you three.

“oh my! what a cute family.” the old lady commented and your eye twitched at the comment. giving the lady a smile before briefly bowing.

taken a back at the sudden statement before gojo burst out in a laughter. “she called us a family, (y/n).”

“ha-ha-ha. funny.” you dryly responds to him and adjusting your arm to make megumi comfortably settle in you. the child is completely passed out in your grasp and you can't help but to kiss megumi's wild hair in which megumi groans before going back to sleep.

“aww, come on. i didn't mean it, okay?” gojo whines, blocking your way as he walked backwards to meant he really is sorry.

“okay.” you replied back to him. “just don't do it again.”

“okay!” he beams up and once again silence filled in the long way of walking.

dusk is beginning to settle down and the sky turns into orange. the sunlight giving it's final rays before the night falls.

“kind of you to take them both, satoru.” you break the silence and gojo hums. thinking about something.

despite gojo's stubbornness and his lack of tact in things, you like that he's willing to help the children to have a roof over their head and spoiled them like it's his own. even preventing megumi to be taken away from his clan and let him have a normal childhood with his sister.

“say, (y/n). what if we adopt them both?” gojo asks you.

“we? and adopt?” gojo nods. waiting for your answer. “i think it's fine. these two will have two guardians to look them over if the other one's not around and in case something's happen to one of us.”

“don't say that, (y/n).”

you raised an eyebrow at him and smiled.

“it's inevitable, satoru. in this line of work we have.” you said to him. referring how dangerous the jujutsu society is and you'll never know what the future may hold.

“i'll protect you. us”" his bright blue eyes peeking through his dark glasses with sincerity. looking at you and megumi sleeping in your arms.

“satoru....” you call him and his eyes full of sincerity.

“that's nice, satoru.” you smile at him but the expression in his face is anticipating something more.

“i know you will, satoru.” and he grins. pressing a tender kiss in your forehead and patting megumi's head. “stop that, sato. you'll wake him up and don't get too sappy with me. it's not you.” he pouts at that but kisses you again.

he can't wait to be with you forever.

#꩜ ⋮ shai's thirst/drabbles⸝⸝ #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #jjk fluff #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x chubby reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #jjk megumi #child megumi #x reader

[prettycottagequeer]

ok maybe I'm a little late to this BUT I'm gonna do a to-do list motivation thingy because I've had the worst two weeks since I started college :)

SO these I should start on asap:

50 I make the snack I really want but I haven't had the motivation to make

100 I clean my dorm. another thing I've been meaning to do for a week

150 I do the presentation about mid-victorian fashion I've been putting off (due Monday)

200 I start memorizing the monologue that was due a week ago (now due Tuesday)

these can wait longer:

300 I spend time outside. It's so nice but I'm getting stuck scrolling because I feel like shit. vicious cycle ect

500 I start setting a better weekend routine (aka getting up before noon)

1k I start working out again. I was doing a routine to get more masc and build muscle and I liked it but life hit me like Crowley driving the Bentley and I've missed like 3 weeks

2k I buy my first binder. I've been coping with sports bras for almost a year now and I haven't been able to justify spending $50+ on a binder even though I know I'd love it and use it everyday.

Do I tag people? I don't know but I'm going to. @the-globe-theatre-maggot @weirdly-specific-but-ok @howmanyholesinswisscheese

here's just some context if you want to read, feel free to skip. some of this I've talked about in the maggot server, some I haven't, but I really just need a place for this to go that's out of my head. tw homophobia, transphobia, car crash(??)

How I Have Been Run Over By The Bentley Going 90 In Central London What Feels Like 50 Times In The Last Two Weeks

I'm going to college about 4 hours away from my parents, and it's been really nice. They.. suck, to say the least. transphobic/homophobic ect, super traditional conservative catholic, racist, all of it. so i tried to move somewhere where I wouldn't have to think about them and I could be myself and do what I can to be happy. March 1st was the start of my spring break, which meant going home because the dorms close. I was already not excited, but I was prepared. the problem with being away from home is I forget just how bad they are. My optimism gets the better of me and I think maybe this time they'll be better. so I decided to not hide my septum piercing.

that was a mistake. it starts a whole fight where they say we know you're trans, you're actually a girl and you always will be, we have the bones argument, they think I'm being influenced by demons or something (if only they knew about crowley) because I want to change my name, and they tell me that going on t will completely ruin my body and give me cancer and other things. They're also mad about my dyed hair, septum, and general style, and say I'm setting a terrible example for my (5) younger siblings and make it a point to tell me just how much of a disappointment I am. I think I'm pretty cute and fun but y'know, whatever. very fun time. I lie so much, don't give them any more details about my identity, and say I'm not planning to go on t to save my ass. which is all on instinct which makes me feel worse because if I'm really trans I should be able to stand up for that, right? maybe I'm faking the dysphoria.

the next morning I wake up really sick, and spend the rest of the week sick and feeling like shit because I'm home and back in the same place and situation I was a year ago that I thought I escaped. at one point I pretty much lose my voice but also kind of get gender euphoria from it. it's weird.

On Friday it's time for me to drive back 4 hours to school, and I make it about 3/4 of the way when google maps takes me on a random gravel road and I crash my car, really crash my car, like sideways-in-a-ditch-windows-broken-crawling-up-out-the-door crash it in the middle of nowhere. (I was fully paying attention to the road, it was raining and super slick) I call my parents because I have no one else to call and I sit in a Subway for 3 hours while they drive to get my car. when they get there they're (understandably) really mad, and they tell me that I'm not mature enough to be going to school so far away and I need to get my shit together and stop depending on them. which. is probably true. but made me feel even more stupid about the fact that I crashed my car. I get back to school and I'm still Very Sick with no energy or motivation to do anything. So I've spent the last week trying to get better and honestly to do anything. it hasn't really worked. I'm a lot better health-wise (Not emotionally), still sick but I have a lot of work due, so I really need a push to get started

[lady-ashfade]

Pretty girl

Yandere Percy Jackson x Aphrodite!Bimbo fem!reader. (Slight Yan! Aphroditesiblings)

Plot: Maybe the power of your beauty worked a little too well on him. Percy can’t get you out of his head.

-£ he’s aged up and I’m thinking of book Percy

Warnings: Spoilers for the books? Yandere tendencies, Jealousy, Percy being possessive, Percy thinking he as some of claim on you, Reader being a bit naïve and the baby of her cabin, and not knowing how to fight, Percy being kinda mean to the reader, over all toxic.

if there was one thing he wanted in this life. it would be to call you his.

percy never saw anything more beautiful in his life then when he looked at you for the first time when he arrived at camp. sitting with your sisters and giggling as they braided your hair, you didn’t notice him. he was with luke while getting to know the camp, he just stopped at stared at you. his cheeks flushed and heart beating faster as he heard the faint sound of your cute laugh. the older boy took notice and realized what was happening.

“Aphrodite’s daughters, the one in the middle is y/n. She’s the camp’s sweetheart, I don’t think there is a mean bone in her body.” Percy pulled away from you for a second to look at luke but just went back to you. “is she seeing anyone?” luke just laughed and patted him on the back.

“Aphrodites cabin keeps her away from anyone other then them, no one as been bold enough to try. So good luck,” after a few seconds of standing there like a love struck idiot he was pulled away and forced to go found out who is godly parents is.

Percy was proven right when he tried to approve you many times. your sisters just glared at him and pulled you away without you noticing he was even there, and he tried so many times. that only tempted him more. so he started following you around and watches you. laughing, playing in the water as your sister watched, or brushing your hair. where ever you went he wasn’t far behind.

this sparked his yandere behavior. he was convinced you were waiting for him to take you away. you need someone to kiss the ground you walk on and protect you. he was always watching you and when he went a day without seeing you he get cranky.

luckily, after months of just watching you he was finally able to find you alone with no sibling in sight. he watched you with a smirk as you cut through the air with your sword and played pretend. he never saw you in training or around, and never with any weapons. you must have stunk away from your cabin and tried to train yourself.

it was adorable how you thought you could teach yourself. being so weak and clumsy. Percy watched for a few minutes as you copied some simple moves you must have saw and small screams.

it wasn’t until you tripped over a root sticking up from the ground he was rushing towards you.

“Poor thing,” you turned your head at a voice behind you while you sat on the ground getting your pants covered in dirt. “Need some help?” as you looked up at him he realized how bad he had been craving to have your attention on him. he was close to you now. all alone. this was his opportunity.

embarrassment set inside of you and your body heated up and started to sweat. you looked away from him and started to get up on your own. “how much did you see.” You picked up the sword and played with the handle.

“not much, just you taking a nasty fall.” You nodded your head as he spoke and started to walk closer to you. “I could help if you want, I’ve fought a few things before.” His cheeky smile and tone made you look at him. You knew who he was, of course you did. he saved camp, he stopped a war. he was a hero.

and the most handsome boy you have seen.

it was unreal to think about how he was talking to you now. offering to help you after you embarrassed yourself in front of him. “um, you can if you want.” the small sound of your voice made his heart pulse faster. he was finally getting what he wanted. so he only smiled and grabbed ahold of your hand that held the sword.

as he spoke he moved behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist and pushed your foot back to get you balanced. his other hand still holding yours. you could barely focus when he was so warm, your crush was helping you! Percy noticed how quiet you got and he was so smug about it. “Y/n.” He looked at you as your eyes stared over his face barely hearing the words from his lips.

“Not much going on in that head, hmm? Maybe fighting isn’t for you.” his hand took the blade from your grasp and he stepped away from you. you got shy when you realized he had caught you staring.

your fingers play with the ends of your camp shirt, “I wanna protect myself.” He titled his head and his hand reached up to play with your hair. “You have the camp to do that, and of course I’ll keep you safe. But you just have to stay and look pretty.”

you looked so embarrassed and shy at his statement you eyes stayed away from him and stood awkwardly. Percy smiled and chuckled, “Maybe you should hang out with me? I could teach you a bit to protect yourself…Or you probably don’t wanna-” as he spoke he started to move away from you, knowing you’d actually take his offer.

“No, no! I’d love to.” You reached for him again with a smile. “Please.” He looked back at you and let out a fake sighed. if only he could show the huge smirk he had to fight back. you were just to easy to manipulate.

“then you stick by me now then, pretty girl?” you nodded your head and clapped your hands excitedly now having someone to train you. but Percy was happy you would stay by him now and no one could pull you away from, he had his hooks in you. and so what if they tried? not like they’d find their bodies anyway, who would look in the lake? no one would miss them away.

all that matter was you and him.

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