#and they all went happily ever after

[variksel]

takes a drag of my coolguy cigarette I dont know man the fact that all of the s1 dads' original dad haha funnyman tropes were at first only jokes to make fun of middleaged middleclass middlebalding cishet white american men with but the second their fathers and the traumas of the daddies' pasts stepped into the plot they tied themselves into the initial premise and dad tropes so fucking perfectly i mean TAKINGANOTHERBIGINHALE darryl the christian who married his highschool sweetheart and started living the picket-fence "kid-and-a-house" american dream relatively young while idolizing his own dad has a father who died before darryl had properly talked with him and found out more of his faults and nuance henry the pacifist pretentious vegan dad has a father who thinks hes better than everybody else and wants his son to repress his anger and anxiety because he feels he is morally above emotions glenn the distant but cool rocker dad who tours the country without his son on christmas eve has a dad who glenn wasnt even sure if he had died back on earth because it had been so long since he had heard of him ron the emotionally detached stepfather who doesnt seem to care to remember his stepsons name or a single fact about his personality has a father who used everything in rons life to hurt him including his love for his dog AND his love for his father when he asked him to go fishing with him knowing despite all hes done ron would still somehow desperately want to make his father proud fuck me running anthony burch doesnt get enough credit

#darryl wants to be everybodys shield and- #not realizing that he cant do that and also people wont let him if he doesnt share his own burden #this podcast makes me insane #also while i was writing this my brain went he doesnt see himself as a good enough father so he tries to act as someone who tries to carry #he feels like hes failed as a father because his marriage is on the rocks despite marriage being forever. he thinks he shouldve had his- #happily ever after already but things keep going and life keeps moving and not everything is perfect and he doesnt know how to deal w it" #thats all i just really had to like put this all out there #dungeons and daddies #dungeons and daddies spoilers #dungeons and daddies odyssey #dndads s1 #dungeons and daddies season 1 #darryl wilson #dndads glenn close #glenn close #henry oak #ron stampler #paeden bennets #oakworthy

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Uh, so, I saw this kickass piece of fanart by @thwipped and whoops, innit:

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If caught and asked about it, Jamie couldn’t have explained why he did it.

Actually, no. Scratch that.

He could have explained, probably. He just wouldn’t have cared to.

---

The way it goes is this:

He’s been with Richmond for a couple of months and haven’t those been the longest fucking months of his life, because yeah, ‘course it’s fun being the best fucking player on the team, ‘course it’s fun hearing the fans chant his name, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, and getting a bit of rest from his dad ain’t bad either, but Richmond is a shit club with a shit manager and the only fucking bright spot—

Well. That’s turned out to be shit too, hasn’t it.

At least Jamie’s killing it, at matches, at training, every fucking time he steps onto the pitch. No one can fucking touch him, dominating yeah, and today’s been a good day for it too, what with the photographer on the sidelines snapping picture after picture for some promo or other. Jamie didn’t pay too much attention to the details, just made sure they got him from his best angle (every angle’s his best angle), and that’s that, until a couple of days later when he walks past Hopkins’ (or Huggles’?) empty office and sees the photos spread out all across the desk.

And well. ‘Course he steps inside to have a look. Bound to be a bunch of him looking fit as fuck, right, and who doesn’t want to see that, and maybe he can grab one for Keeley, bet she’d love it.

There is a bunch of him looking fit as fuck, no surprise there. Difficult to choose the best one really, they’re all fucking brilliant  (‘cause he’s fucking brilliant), and he’s deliberating between an action shot of him about to score one of the prettiest goals this sad fuck of a club ever saw and a shot of him afterwards, chin raised against he blue autumn sky like a hero out of a movie or something. Gorgerous, innit.

And then his eyes fall on a picture of Roy.

A picture of Roy fucking Kent. And. Like. It’s not even anything special, not like Roy’s actually doing anything in it, it's just a stray shot of him caught unawares with his shirt raised to wipe the seat of his forehead and he’s—

He’s. Uh.

Fuck. Jamie stares and he stares and he stares because for all that his old attraction to Roy didn’t survive five fucking minutes of actually being in the same room as the man, that’s just—

The shorts riding low on his hips. The dark hair trailing down and down, and the glistening drops of sweat on his forehead and Jamie can fucking smell him and that’s not sexy, is it, except it really fucking is, and those arms, and something unguarded and vulnerable and the real Roy Kent is a royal cunt but the Roy Kent in the picture—

He’s something else, isn’t he. He’s fucking fit. (Okay, the real Roy Kent is that, too, but it kind of fades in the face of him being an insufferable old twat and all that.)

Jamie grabs the picture. Doesn’t let himself think too much about it. Shoves it in his pocket and walks away, feeling it burn, burn, burn against his side.

---

When Jamie was twelve his mum gave him a poster of Roy Kent and Jamie was over the fucking moon. When Jamie was twenty-three he met Roy Kent and Roy Kent glared at him with unmitigated disgust and okay, fuck you too, mate. You’re not even that good anymore, and still you expect everyone to fall at your fucking feet, do your fucking bidding and make like you’re the fucking king, and fuck that, the king is dead, old man; long live the king.

Thing is, looking at the picture now it’s not that hard to forget about the real Roy Kent (nasty bastard) and remember the Roy Kent (fucking legend) that looked down on Jamie from his bedroom wall and whispered encouragements in the back of Jamie’s head and, a little later, featured frequently in fantasies of a different sort.

Picture in one hand, cock in the other, Jamie wanks to Roy for the first time since he came to Richmond (and if it’s not all just the memories of the man he once imagined, if it’s a little bit tinged with dark looks and growls and Roy snarling his name like it’s an insult… Well. That’s nobody’s business, that.)

---

He keeps the photos in the bottom drawer in his bedroom and he doesn’t pull it out a lot, ‘cause there’s Keeley and she’s fucking fit and the sex is mindblowing and Jamie doesn’t need to gawk at pictures of sad old has-beens to get his rocks off.  

Sometimes there’s a different sort of itch, though, and he scratches it. No big deal.

(He wonders sometimes, what the real Roy would say if he knew. Plays it out in his mind, all the different ways it might go. Cums as he imagines it.)

He thinks maybe Keeley would like the picture too. Not ‘cause she’d like Roy, she’s got way better taste than that, and she’s fun and she likes a bit of fun and if there’s one thing Roy Kent ain’t, it’s fun, innit. But he’s fit and all, and Keeley’s got eyes.

He imagines it, sometimes, the two of them getting off together over the picture. If Roy – the real Roy – wasn’t such a miserable old prick, he’d suggest it to her maybe. But Roy is such a miserable old prick, and the whole thing is way too complicated to explain, so he doesn’t.

Then Keeley dumps him and the dream was only ever that.

---

They send him back to City. Jamie doesn’t understand. One moment he’s sharing a bottle of tequila with Dani Rojas and taking up the Richmond chant and Jamie’s not wrong and for the first time he wonders if maybe there could be something for him here, and the next he’s woken up by his agent and that same evening he’s back in Manchester like he never left, only the stale air in the house he bought with his fifth paycheck tells him he did, and the numb sense of loss as he steps through the door tells him he did.

It’s months before he gets everything from London shipped and sorted. Busy getting up to speed with everything at the club and all. It’s good to be back, really, a proper team, a proper coach, all that. Dad starts getting in touch again, sure, but it is what it is.

So yeah, it’s months before he gets all his stuff unpacked and months before his fingers brush over something familiar and he stands there staring down on the picture or Roy and it’s odd because it seems like only yesterday he first saw it and it seems a lifetime ago.

A rush of lust – Pavlovian, right, Keeley? – but a rush of something else too, rusted barb wire tugging at his guts, sharp and sickening.

He looks at it for a long time and then he puts it away and this time he doesn’t take it out again. That’s over and done with.  

(Only, he doesn’t throw it away either. Just lets it sit in a neglected drawer, ignored but never let go, like all the other things that must never be.)

---

(There’ll be a time, some years later, boxes packed and moved and unpacked and an old photo slipping to the floor and

what the fuck is this?

and

what’s that, babe? oh my god, you look hot! fucking hell! jamie, where did you even get this?

and

when did you get this? i’m still playing here

and

uh, well, you remember that photo shoot they did for the promo just a couple of months after i joined richmond?

and a raised eyebrow and

yeah?

and a shrug and cheeky grin and

yeah, well, picked it up for darts practise, didn’t I

and Roy snorts but he’s smiling too and

figures you’d be shit at darts

and

what are you on about, man, i’m aces at darts… ooh, because there’s no holes in it you mean, yeah, no, you’re right, you’re right, i’m shit at darts, fucking terrible

and they’re both smiling now and Keeley is too and Roy notes how it’s clearly been handled a lot and what were you doing with it really and the glint in his eyes says he knows but Jamie tells him – tells them – anyway, in great, great detail.)

#this got angstier than expected #but all’s well that ends well i guess? #the moment i saw this fanart my mind went STRAIGHT to jamie (and keeley!) enjoying - ahem - it #arguably this piece was also influenced by mickey milkovich and the picture he kept of ian gallagher #which is super fucking sad so maybe the sad factor of this wasn't THAT unexpected actually #but after angst comes happily ever after! #at least in this household #royjamie #royjamiekeeley #jamie tartt #roy kent #my stuff #ficlet

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

Revenge of the Sith ends after Padme tells Anakin she’s pregnant

#anakin went bonkers insane and became evil? no I dont think so #I don’t remember that happening #what’s a darth vader? #what’s a order 66? #all i know is padme had her babies and didn’t die and everyone lived happily ever after…yeah…that’s definitely what happened #palps spontaneously combusted and died and nobody missed him #star wars #sw revenge of the sith #revenge of the sith #star wars prequels #anakin skywalker #fall of the republic #padme amidala #chancellor palpatine #obi wan kenobi #the clone wars #rots #order 66 #sw #kate's post

[theelast-straw]

you can say syke now. any moment, I'll be waiting, take your time :)

#and then they all went back to the garage and lived happily ever after<3 #pit babe #pit babe the series #straw watches things #pit babe liveblog #pit babe spoilers

[wigglebox]

Suptober - Day 6;

Parody

To me, Dean is someone who takes holidays seriously, particularly the ones that gather family and friends together under one roof where they can enjoy each other’s company and eat some good food and be happy. Spurred on by the one line of his from Fallen Idols where he’s impersonating Abraham Lincoln, I like the concept of him parodying Lincoln every year, reading out the Thanksgiving proclamation before dinner. It’s corny, it’s cheesy, they make a hat out of construction paper and he’s had this fake beard for years now. But everyone loves it. The best part is that he substitutes God with various other characters from his favorite tv shows, books, and movies. That always gets him a laugh! 🦃

#suptober22 #spnfanart #destiel #spn art #destiel fanart #wiggleart #Thanksgiving is also one of my own favorites #not the white washed colonizer whuhwhuh the Native Americans saved the white people and they all lived happily ever after theeeee end #no fuck that #I just like it bc it’s a nice cozy holiday for me with friends and family #makes me happy #which is why I went with thanksgiving and not Halloween for this one

[carefulfears]

What is your favorite mulder/scully headcanon (something not shown/confirmed in the show) that you 100% take as canon? Besides the fish ;)

my favorite msr headcanon that i believe with everything in me is that after we last saw them, their baby came out of that water and slowly made his way back to them

#and it went exactly like 'housekeeping' by audries #and they all lived happily ever after #asks

[local-soda-can]

I JUST SAW ELF THE MUSICAL WITH MY THEATRE GROUP AND WIEJAHEHGEHSNEKEORIRIRJ

BUDDY IS JUST LIKE ME FR‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

i loved it so much the actor who played buddy was just so delightful and amazing

if y’all ever have the time go to the phoenix theatre and watch elf the musical it was so wonderful

#ALSO ALSO ALSO semi spoilers: #at the end when santa was finishing the book he went “as we all know they lived…” #and gestured to the audience so they can say “happily ever after!” #i sat up in my seat and said it so loudly and cheerfully that santa POINTED TO ME SECTION AND WENT #”i liked that! that was nice!” #AOAJSHHSJEHEHEHEH #I WILL FOREVER CHERISH THAT MOMENT #elf the musical #phoenix theatre company

[morathicain]

Phon’s touch was a familiar one, a safe one, despite still making her heart race, making her wonder sometimes, in secret, how she deserved this man, his support and love as big as an ocean, forever steady and strong.

Mae still remembered the first time he’d taken her hand, even if she’d lost count of their touches after that. As kids he’d seen her getting bullied by some children and he’d jumped between them, already smaller than her back then, fierce and without a fear. And afterwards, after the fight she’d watched with wide eyes and her troubled heart on her sleeve, he’d offered his hand with a smile and a promise. Little had she known back then, where life would lead them, what they’d become to each other. But she’d known already, that he’d get stuck to her soul, no matter where their paths would lead them.

Since then, Phon had taken her hand often. At first innocently, casually but each time a wonder to Mae, a glimmering hope. It became the daily part of her life, something to look forward to, something that changed, slowly, to a different one, a yearning one. Mae didn’t try to set her hopes up but then it came, the day Phon held on, held her hand with a new, with a different purpose, his smile lopsided and his fingers trembling.

And Mae realised: she wasn’t alone in this.

Phon became her partner, her equal, her support and her love, by her side whether she was strong or weak, whether she cried or laughed. His touch was a grounding one, the butterflies in her chest forever rising.

Ter’s touch was a surprise. A long awaited one. And Mae hadn’t even realised it.

There was something very hesitant to it, unsure if he was allowed and it reminded Mae of herself, back at her beginning with Phon. To not know if one was welcome and to stop, even if only for a second, before reaching out.

She’d only asked for his touch because she’d been so lonely. Because she missed Phon and felt lost in this cruel world, her only companion a man who never smiled. But when he’d lied down next to her, his back touching hers, his heat seeping into the mattress and her skin, she’d felt weirdly at home. A fragile home maybe, a temporary one, but it was the rock in the storm she’d been searching for. And so she reached our further, she reached out further and with a purpose, just to reassure herself, just to settle down.

They were partners but they were not equals and still ... still! Mae watched Ter smile for the first time, after all the scolding she’d done, after all the conditions she’d uttered. And he stayed. He stayed and came back each time, taking whatever she had to say, however honest and brutal she had to be. But she couldn’t stay silent, couldn’t just hope this time. Mae was reaching out and Ter didn’t even flinch anymore, just let her take and take and take ...

Ter’s touch was a surprisingly soft one, his fingers curling around Mae’s hesitant but with a purpose, a question, a promise. And as Mae’s fingers tightened around his, her mind in a fuzzy maze, she felt at peace.

“P’Mae ...”

Her name, softly spoken by wondering lips, felt like honey to her soul and with a shuddering breath, Mae held on, determined to never let go.

There was a new love in Ter’s touch and Mae was eager to lose count once more.

#3 will be free #3wbf #3wbf rewatch #TerMaePhon #sorry not sorry #went through my screenshots and found those and had to do this #let's all imagine Mae woke up to a very alive and happy Ter #and they lives happily ever after #<3 #3wbf drabbles

[bumblingbabooshka]

Father and Child

#Tuvok #trans Tuvok #//blood #Had this image in my head and couldn't get it out v_v #do /not/ tag this as f*tish art =_= #trans Tuvok has one child with his husband then meets T'Pel and the two of them immediately fall in love and start seeing one another #in secret (gasp!) then one day Tuvok shows up at T'Pel's home and challenges her husband for her hand in marriage (gasp!) #and T'Pel obviously wants Tuvok to wiiiin~ she shaves his head in the bathroom and doesn't even /look/ at her husband when the fight begins #Tuvok wins (of course) and the two live happily ever after~ #Sek is still the oldest - he's T'Pel's son and he becomes a big brother when Tuvok and T'Pel marry one another #Tuvok had one child and it went..................stressfully so he decided he didn't want to have any more biological children v_v #T'Pel was more than willing to get pregnant again bc Sek was such an easy pregnancy (and an easy baby...and an easy child...and-) #Tuvok is a house''wife'' and T'Pel is bad at housework so Tuvok offers (insists) on helping her since her husband complains #and at first T'Pel is very irritated by him bc he acts very high-and-mighty but she eventually gets to know him better and sees that he's #actually much less uptight than he seems...he's just frustrated by his life...and they fall in love <3 #they're both looked down on because T'Pel is a bit unorthodox and also from the country while Tuvok used to be very wild and is considered #strange even now...unsocial....but they understand one another <3 #Tuvok in this picture is holding Elieth in his hands and all the stress&pain is temporarily fading as he looks into his child's eyes #All of Tuvok's children were met with an unsmiling face and so much love they grew sleepy from it...like milk #bea art tag #Tuvok art #st voyager #st voyager art #trans star trek

[widowshill]

this is just an idle thought so i'm not sure i can word this well but there's ... something about supernatural narrative ambiguity (such as in cases like carmilla) that really interests me with V's ultimate fate. i.e. i think in one reading ... she did fall from the cliffs that evening at widows' hill, just like carolyn prophesied she would & roger joked endlessly about, and liz did not save her. and victoria getting her quote "happy ending," miraculously getting sent back to be with her vanished husband into a long gone century, returning to an earlier past, is just the silver telling the story version of it. her Savannah, if you will.

"I had to return him to an earlier state of being." / "I found a way to reach into the past and undo it." / "To the rest of the world, they simply cease to be."

moreover i think it's Compelling who liz is with when she finds victoria in each case: professor stokes as V contemplates suicide on the hill, and barnabas when she vanishes into the past with jeff. stokes, who certainly is more than involved with the supernatural but who comparatively represents rational thought, research, learning, Truth and accepting even difficult truth ( "I'm afraid, my dear Miss Winters, that if he is here, he feels as I do. Your place is here. Your time is now. The only way you can join him is to die." ) and barnabas of rewritten myths, of vampires, false identities, the transmutation of women's very sense of self, who has never accepted anything be it feeling or fact and has made every effort to forcibly change it, even if that is only in the telling.

#david did not tamper with roger's brakes – matthew knew they were loose and the part fell out on the road. #i didn't kill paul – he abandoned us and i am waiting for him. #victoria winters didn't commit suicide – she went into the past to be with her husband. Liz Stoddard Truth. #sometimes it's convenient to me that she fulfills the prophecy. sometimes it's convenient that she gets trapped in The Past. #sometimes! she lives and marries roger and adopts david and has another kid and they all live happily ever after. #same story different versions. #victoria winters is like a photon interference pattern. miss particle and wave. anyway. #i don't think there's a lot of that kind of thing in ds over all – as a cohesive thing it's very much Monsters Real ! #but especially in laura's first appearance there is a tiny bit left open to wonder if it's just paranoia #vicki / guthrie / joe was also there I think? form the supernatural persecution side; with roger batting alone at enlightenment reason. #and david playing laura's role (laura carmilla) caught in the crossfire between them. the little car mechanic tidal chart understander #photography developer that is ALSO big time into ghosts and spooks and crystal balls ! #➤ ooc. ┊ she’s nauseous，she’s hysterical，and she’s exhausted.

[milflewis]

also, sewis, royalty bc I need

“Here let me.”

Fingers catch Sebastian’s wrist and Lewis takes the bandage from him, stepping in close to wrap it around and around Sebastian’s ribs. He smells of dirt and blood and sweat. He smells of war. He smells of death. Lewis is also warm and solid and right there, legs bumping into Sebastian’s knees, hair tickling his nose as he bends to try to get the wrapping just right.

I love you, Sebastian thinks. Please don’t fight anymore, he doesn’t say. What do I have to do for you to make it home, to come back to me, tomorrow, when the fighting is done, he doesn’t say.

“Michael,” he says because some things are more important than the two of them. Lewis steps back, hands heavy and soft on Seb’s stomach. His face is half caked with muck. He mustn’t have stopped to wash before coming to find Sebastian.

“The King is fine. Still a little shaken up but he’s with Mika now.” Lewis grins, his tooth gap almost shocking amongst the war on his face. Sebastian reaches up and presses a thumb into one of his dimples. “Driving Mika insane with his pampering and fussing.”

Sebastian laughs, not because it’s all that funny but because the terror that lodged itself in his throat when he saw Mika go down across the field and Michael yell, Corinna’s face pale and stricken behind her helmet, has finally broken free. Lewis watches him for a moment before intertwining his fingers with Seb’s.

“I’ll take first watch tonight. You should get some rest.”

send me a pairing and an au prompt and i’ll write a three sentence (ish) fic about it

#ok so. listen. ik u want like happy but my brain went. oh. and this is what came out im sorry 😔 #just !! king michael and his sworn guard lewis n seb !! queen corinna and maybe special advisor mika !! but also consort ??? idk #everyone is fine tho !! they all live happily ever after. probably #tw blood mention #three sentence (ish) fic ask game #kyle tag #fic.asks #niamh.asks

[heyitsropi]

Galladrabbles - ride

heyyy beautiful people, here's my drabble for this week's prompt ride for @galladrabbles curtesy of my dear @shinygalaxyperson

enjoy some s7 running-from-the-feds boyfriends because i like breaking my own heart watching Mickey being so happy over and over again

“This goodbye?” 

“Let’s ride.” 

Relief spreads through Mickey’s chest like fire, his incredulous smile splitting his face in two. 

Ian is here, actually here, grinning back at him like they are kids again doing illegal shit. Except now, while they are doing something illegal indeed, the stakes are way higher. 

But he is still giddy the whole ride. He can already see the Mexican beach, feel the sun, taste the infiniteness that’s unique to staring out into the wide Pacific Ocean. Having the man he loves by his side, Mickey feels truly hopeful about his future for the first time.

#Ian actually went with Mickey to Mexico what are you talking about #they lived happily ever after #their only struggle getting sunburnt af all the time #ian x mickey #gallavich #galladrabbles #gallavich fic #my fic

[dayas]

I’m so SICK Brooke was worried about Lucas and Peyton being a thing after he cheated on her with her best friend and then they go and kiss AGAIN and hide it from her AGAIN 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

And to juxtapose it with them (Brooke and Lucas) “learning to trust each other again” and all through that time intertwining Lucas and Peyton moments like. Be fr 😭💀 It could have worked better narratively (imo) if they would have separated them but by doing this it felt (to me personally!) that Brooke and Lucas were never that serious to begin with because their growth was always one step forward and three steps back.

#sumn about doing the baddest bitch on the show wrong don’t sit right w/ me #especially with how they never let brooke and lucas stand on their own literally every other episode they had lucas and peyton like… #respectfully brucas never stood a chance it was so unserious #and to have peyton go lucas-jake-pete-jake-lucas like 😭😭😭😭😭😭 #NOT TO MENTION: all they literally had to do was tell the truth. i get peyton thought she was going to die but AFTER? #she AND lucas had all the time in the world to tell brooke and neither of them said shit #i can’t blame her for not trusting them because they literally did the same shit twice 💀🤡 #anyways it just got on my nerves that brooke and lucas could never have their own moment without peyton coming up and needing lucas #i think they set lucas and peyton up to be soulmates which is fine but they didn’t have to throw brooke through hoops to do it #OR make her and lucas the ‘even though we aren’t technically perfectly suited I still choose you and i keep choosing you’ couple #anyways free brooke PLEASE abeg let peyton continue her development and lucas develop further and THEN bring leyton thx #somebody tell me does brooke actually get her happily ever after and prince charming like she deserves though AT LEAST TELL ME YES OR NO #BLINK TWICE I’LL TAKE ANYTHING #brooke davis #brucas #one tree hill #oth #k watches #now do i agree with brooke being all controlling? no. but i understand why she didn’t want them together at least in the beginning. #plus she said that they went days without meaningful conversations but every conversation he has with peyton is meaningful. #even when brooke was going through it lucas was with peyton #brucas was just so unserious 😭 in theory they made sense but my point is they didn’t have to do her like that to set up leyton endgame #lucas scott #peyton sawyer #to be clear this is NOT anti leyton but it IS pro brooke #k chats

[tristinian]

One of my early trans memories was when my mum gave me a book of short stories called “A Girl Named Francesca” and it was about a girl named Francesca. Anyways one of the stories was about one time she gave herself a haircut and butchered it so badly her parents had to cut it off. And because her hair was short now they were making jokes about her being a boy now and having to call her Frances. And god I think that did something to me because that was my favourite short story in that entire book because I loved the idea of having a haircut and being seen as a boy and being called a boys name. Totally cis behaviour

#a girl named Francesca transed me #anyways idk if I’ll be able to find help for this but those 70s scholastic books kill me because I vaguely remember them #but there was one that was about these three kids and two were brothers and the third was a cousin #and they found some magic stuff in their attic #like show magic #and they try it out and it works #and also the brothers father went missing because of a magic trick he did about a decade go #and one the tricks ends up with one of the boys invisible and he has a blast going on all the rides at the theme park for free. #but then he gets stuck on the Ferris wheel when it closes for the night #and in the end they do some magic trick and they bring back the father and they all lived happily ever after etc etc #i can’t remember what that story was called but if anyone else does can they tell me #trans #transgender

[not-another-robin]

ANOTHER WIN FOR THE BATBRAIN

#ITS BMAN MONDAY MY DUDES #receiving this made me realize. i didn't even read the whole arc STJDYFU #i read the parts that concerned alfred and went 'and they all lived happily ever after ♥️'

[regallibellbright]

WIP Wednesday, I guess (hey, I haven’t gone to sleep yet)

This bit, springing off of my tags from this post, shout outs to @purplelea, punched me in the face while I was trying to take a nap or at least think about the two fics I’m actually seriously working on, so I guess you’re going in the rotation.

“Besides, he’s already rejected me,” Joshua says.

Shiki and Beat turn toward him. “What, for real, yo?” Beat asks. Joshua nods.

“He never mentioned it to us,” Shiki says, frowning. “Just that you offered him your job again. Without the guns this time.”

Joshua frowns. “Yeah, and? He turned me down.” When this only makes them look more confused, he goes on. “Clearly if he were interested, he’d have said yes. I’d name him my eventual successor, we stay in the UG together and visit you guys, and then eventually when he was ready to be Composer I’d take over the Producer role, and we'd rule the city together. Obviously.”

“Or maybe he just ain’t interested in the job,” Beat says. Joshua looks at him like he just suggested the moon doesn’t exist. “What? Jus’ sayin’, he didn’t say anything 'bout that, yo.”

“It was implied.”

“In other words, you didn’t confess, and Cowards Club continues,” Shiki says. Beat nods. Joshua groans.

“Like it matters? Even if he didn’t turn me down,” Joshua says, clearly humoring them, “he’s obviously way more into you two than me. One of you should go for it.”

“Uh, no? How’s it obvious?” Beat asks. “‘Cuz I heard ‘im when you showed up, Priss. He wasn't that happy to see me, yo.”

Joshua looks at Shiki. “Neku broke back through a hole in reality to save Beat and punched the power overload right out of Minamimoto. There was glowing. Sparkles. I have seen every ill-conceived dramatic romantic gesture anyone’s ever committed in this city, and it topped all of them.”

#wips #writing with Regalli #joshbeatneshiki #I'm currently calling this one 'polyam disasters' #I keep editing a 'happily ever after' in and out of the end of Joshua's first bit but honestly I'll decide that WAY later #I refuse to let this one be done before the others #just on principle #so it'll probably be edited even more than what I usually do as I do a first pass #and this was definitely the 'write whatever I need to get those two core bits DOWN' section so it's not at ALL polished #this isn't the end of this scene - it's not even the end of that bit - but this was the parts that I went 'sigh. writing you I guess' #but it is definitely fun to just bounce three lovesick dumbasses off each other like bouncy balls #the club name was absolutely someone else's dubbing and it's your guess as to who #(not pictured: the COMPLETE AND UTTER EXHAUSTION of everyone else who's had to deal with them all being Sad and Lovesick for three years) #(also not pictured: Neku has no clue what's going on but while he's happy his best friends *cough* crushes *cough* #are all best friends themselves now he's admittedly feeling left out that apparently the three of them regularly hang out just on their own #also he's been doing some Googling since he got back which means that by default he is in possession of the Only Brain Cell Here.)