#anons are beautiful

[usertimothee]

Hey, I haven’t read Little Women or any of the books related, the only adaptation I have seen is Greta Gerwig’s and I’ve recently rewatched it. And I have some thoughts are mostly ramblings and need to express to someone so I hope you don’t mind me popping in here. I don’t really know where people got that Jo was In love with Laurie? She loved him as a friend but romantically? I never got that really. And how I took that scene with Jo and Marmee was Jo admitting she was lonely and if Laurie asked her to marry him again she would say yes. That’s kinda unfair to herself and him when you think about it, marrying someone just because you’re lonely? Not because you are truly in love with him? How would you both be happy together? I’ve seen some discussion around them and I don’t really like people putting in the tropes “oh lovers who went wrong or right person wrong time” to Jo and Laurie. Because they weren’t lovers, they were friends. And I don’t understand where people get Jo being the “right” person for Laurie. I wish we could have gotten more of Jo and Friedrich. They were cute I think. And I wish we could have gotten more with Amy and Laurie. I think this summer I’m gonna find the books and read them. Anyways, there’s my thoughts and hope you are having a good day.❤️

hi anon! never be afraid to come into my inbox and ramble about little women bc talking about it is literally my fav thing.

especially when ur thoughts are so spot on, and i'm honestly so surprised and pleased u got this from greta's version. bc a lot of people think she made laurie and jo be that "right person wrong time" couple when they're not like that at all, in any adaptation, even greta's.

ur totally right, jo never loved laurie romantically. like, ever. and it's made obvious multiple times. ("i can't love you as you want me to...it would be a lie to say i do when i don't," in the proposal scene.) and it's especially made clear in the attic scene, with jo admitting she's just so lonely. but if you can't get it from: marmee: do you love [laurie]? jo: if he asked me again, i think i would say yes. do you think he'll ask me again? marmee: but do you love him? jo: i care more to be loved. i want to be loved. marmee: that is not the same as loving. jo: i know. like ur honestly dumb i'm sorry? or don't know how to read media at all. or ur just being willingly obtuse idk.

and i would go even further. i firmly believe that laurie never loved jo that way, either. that boy was lonely before he met the march family. maybe even lonelier than jo was after beth died. he was an orphan, lived with his tutor and his grandfather (who was kind of cold to laurie before he met the marches, as well.) he had no friends. jo was the first girl he loved at all, in any way. of course he thought he was in love with jo. he didn't know any other love except the love had for her. and laurie was a romantic, as well. of course he thought the two of them were meant to be.

but they weren't, ever, and that's made so clear from their conversation in the attic. laurie: jo, i have always loved you, but the love i feel for amy, it's different. and i think you were right about this, i think we would've killed each other...i think it was meant this way. like...do jolauries think laurie is lying to jo? what reason would he have to do that? it doesn't make any sense.

and jo looks so stunned (this is admittedly clearer in the book than it is in greta's version) because it's amy. not because she's jealous, or expected laurie to still love her, but because her best friend just came home married to her little sister. that would stun anyone. and she looks sad, again, because she's so lonely, and she basically looks at the rest of her family coupled up and in love (amy and laurie, meg and john, marmee and her father) and she aches, because she doesn't have that.

i really think greta's only mistake was including that stupid letter to laurie. it didn't make sense and wasn't true to jo's character at all.

and finally, once again, laurie doesn't love jo like that. not back then, and certainly not now. i mean, the journey from "i think you will marry, jo. i think you'll find someone, and love them, and live and die from them, because that's your way. and i'll watch," to "i never thought i'd prepare a carriage to help jo march chase a man, but i like it!" he's delighted in that scene, just like everyone else. bc the jo he saw with friedrich was so different that the jo that was around him. he can tell the difference because he knows the difference now, because that boy is so desperately in love with amy it's not funny.

and that's another thing jolauries disregard: laurie's love for amy. because he does love her. and amy loves him, and understands him in a way that jo never did. and laurie wants to be better for amy. because, let's face it, that boy was a mess when amy found him in europe. (and this is one other thing the movie leaves out: laurie realizes in the book that jo was right shortly after he leaves concord - the two of them would've never worked. and by the time he meets up with amy again, he isn't still mourning his relationship with jo, he's just insurmountably lonely again, just like he was before, and he doesn't see an end to it.) he heals bc he falls in love with amy. he wants to be worthy of her, because he admires her and respects her. there's a great first draft of the script which is floating around on the internet which includes this letter from laurie to amy: Dear Amy, I have gone to make something of myself, so you might not be ashamed to call me your friend. like...he just got his heart broken by her. but he doesn't get angry at her, like he got angry at jo, because he loves amy. and he wants to be around her and is desperate to have her in his life, even if it's just as a friend.

and, just to give more evidence that amy is the first and only person he's in love with (and because i just love it a lot), here's the original draft of their kiss scene: laurie: i love you. amy, i love you. amy: you do? laurie: more than anything or anyone in this world. you are first in everything. you do not have to accept me, but i love you, amy march. [amy cries even harder. he kisses her.] amy: i love you, laurie laurie: i love you, amy march. laurie literally has gently but ardently resigned himself to loving amy even if she doesn't love him back, which is such a change from when jo rejected him.

and ur totally right, jo and friedrich are so cute together (even though louis garrel is unfortunately an asshole). and more importantly, friedrich understands jo in a way laurie never did, and lover her for who she is instead of who he wants her to be. and come on, when friedrich says, "my hands are empty," and jo takes his hands in hers and says, "they're not empty," and then he kisses her in the rain. like that is peak romance idk what anyone says.

anyways. tl;dr jo never loved laurie, laurie never loved jo, laurie is in love with amy, jo is in love with friedrich.

anon, feel free to come into my inbox anytime! and let me know how u like the book! i think if u have these opinions, u will like it a lot :)

#little women #little women 2019 #little women meta #meta #amylaurie #amy x laurie #jolaurie #jo x laurie #jo x friedrich #jo march #laurie laurence #theodore laurence #amy march #friedrich bhaer #long post #anons are beautiful #thank u for the ask!

[reciprocityfic]

how about 11 for a short fic for amy + laurie :) love your writing sooo much, amy and laurie are my absolute faves

11. someone just having the worst luck.

He’s exhausted when he finally walks into their brownstone that afternoon.  He’s been taking on more responsibilities at the business as his grandfather gets closer and closer to retirement.  Today, Mr. Laurence worked him even harder than usual, since Laurie was taking the next day off.  It’s his birthday tomorrow, and even though he hasn’t really cared about his birthday since he turned twenty-one, Amy had insisted.

“It’s the first of your birthdays that we’re together,” she’d told him.

He smirked, and looked up at her from under his eyelashes.

“Didn’t we fuck, like, four times on my birthday last year?”

“Stop it,” she said, rolling her eyes and flicking his shoulder, the faintest smile on her lips.  “That was all we were doing last year.  This time…”

She trailed off.

“This time I’m your boyfriend,” he answered in a sing-songy voice.

She rolled her eyes again, but her small smile grew even bigger.  He couldn’t help but smile too.  Things are so much more sure between them than they were last year - when they found each other while she was attending art school in Europe, sleeping together but dancing around anything more concrete.  When he was in love with her but afraid to say it for fear she would push him away.

He’s still hopelessly in love with her, of course, but now he knows that she loves him back.  It brings a wide, uncontrollable grin to his face even now, even though they’ve been together formally for months.

He leans back on the door after he shuts it, taking a minute to close his eyes and appreciate how wonderful his life is.  To appreciate the fact that he gets to spend this birthday with his Amy, together and in love.  He inhales, planning to take a deep, contented breath.

But when he does, he detects the slight smell of smoke - not strong enough that he’s overly alarmed, but enough to make his eyebrows pull together and his eyes snap open.

“Amy?” he calls out carefully, taking off his suit jacket and throwing it onto the couch as he moves further inside.

It’s then that he hears her agitated, concerned voice.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit…”

“Amy,” he says again, louder this time.

He walks towards the kitchen, and when he enters, he sees Amy, crouched in front of the open oven, light smoke drifting out of it.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it,” she mutters under her breath.

“Amy,” he calls out one more time, gently.

Still, she doesn’t acknowledge him, so he walks further into the kitchen.  Once he’s close enough, he reaches out and puts his hand on her shoulder.

“Amy.”

“Shit!” she exclaims, hopping onto her feet and turning around swiftly as the oven slams shut. Her fist is raised as she faces him, as if she’s preparing to hit him.

“Oh,” she says, eyes moving across his face as she takes him in.  She lowers her hand, and her shoulders relax as she exhales in relief.  “It’s you.”

“Were you going to hit me?” he asks, his face lighting up in amusement.

“If you were a stranger, yeah,” she tells him, and then rolls her eyes at his smile, throwing the dish towel she’s holding at him.  “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” he asks playfully.

“Making fun of me,” she complains, frowning.

The most adorable pout forms on her lips.  He can’t help but lean down and kiss her quickly.  When he pulls back, though, she’s still frowning.

“So,” he says carefully, reaching out and using his thumb to rub at the crease between her eyebrows.  “What’s going on in the oven?”

“Oh, crap,” she mutters, batting his hand away and grabbing oven mitts off the counter before turning back around.  

She opens the oven again, and more smoke starts pouring out. She puts on the oven mitts and reaches in, pulling out a small pan a moment later and placing it onto the cooling rack she’d set up.

He stares at what’s in the pan.  It’s black and broken and he honestly can’t tell what it is, so he asks her.

“Shut up,” she groans, reaching out and shoving his left shoulder.  He goes to laugh, but then he sees that her eyes are shining with tears, and his heart lurches.

“Aw, babe,” he murmurs, reaching out and grabbing her forearm.  He pulls her into him, wrapping his arms around her and cradling her body against his.  “What happened?”

“I wanted…” she starts, her voice muffled by his shirt.  But she hesitates, and her words trail off.  He brings up one of his hands and runs it over her hair, trying to soothe her.

“Remember when we were in Italy, and you took me to that little bakery, and we had that divine-tasting tart?” she asks him.  “With the chocolate crust and the berries?”

“How could I forget?” he confirms.

She’s right, of course - the tart was divine.  But he mostly remembers it because of the way she babbled excitedly in between bites about how delicious it was.  The way she somehow got the vanilla panna cotta filling on her nose, and how he reached over and wiped it off with the tip of his finger.  The way she’d moaned deeply in delight several times while eating it, and how the sound made his stomach lurch in the best way.

He mostly remembers it because of all those little things that were making him fall more and more and more in love with her.  But he keeps this to himself for now, and lets her continue.

“Well,” she begins, turning her face up to look at him, her tears now more pronounced.  “I found a similar recipe online, and I - I wanted…”

She pauses, and buries her face into his chest again.

“I wanted to do something special for your birthday,” she says, her voice now muffled again.  “And I know we’re going to that fancy party your grandfather put together tomorrow, but I wanted to do something just for us.”

“I’m guessing that’s not what it’s supposed to look like?” he asks, glancing over at the pan again.

“No,” she tells him, exhaling shakily.  “And I was going to let you pick what you wanted me to make for dinner, but now I don’t feel like making anything else at all.  I’d probably burn it anyway.”

“Amy, you’re a wonderful cook,” he assures her.  “But you know that baking was always Beth’s department.”

She laughs lightly, and turns her face up to him again.

“Yeah.  Yeah, it was.”

A few tears fall from the corner of her eyes, but he doesn’t know if they’re for her ruined tart or for her sister, now.  He wipes the moisture away with his fingers, and then lifts Amy up, placing her on the edge of the kitchen island.  He maneuvers himself between her legs, and looks up at her.  She’s not crying anymore, but she still has a frown on her face.

“You know what I want for my birthday?”

“What?” she mutters

“You,” he answers simply.

She rolls her eyes, but a slight smile begins to turn up her lips.

“You already have me, silly,” she tells him, reaching one of her hands up and running her fingers through his hair.

“But that doesn’t make every single day that I spend with you any less special.”

“That’s sweet, Laurie.  And also very corny.”

He shrugs.

“So what?  It’s true.”

Her grin is wide, now, and drops her head onto his shoulder.

“So, in keeping with your Italian theme - let’s order a pizza,” he proposes.

“Oh my God,” she groans, and he laughs before continuing.

“We can get an order of those cinnamon sugar breadsticks they have for dessert.  And,” he says, dropping his voice suggestively, moving his hands so that they rest on her ass and pulling her closer, until she wraps her legs around his waist, “I think I’d like to keep up that tradition we started last year.”

She gets his meaning immediately, and pushes against his shoulder as she giggles.

“You’re such a guy.”

“A guy who loves you,” he tells her sincerely, “desperately and completely.”

“And there you go with the corny stuff again.”

He doesn’t answer her, and instead lifts her off the counter.  She yelps, but doesn’t resist him at all, wrapping her legs more tightly around him and resting her cheek on the top of his head.

“If we start now, we might even be able to try for five this year,” he murmurs into her skin.

Her fingers tighten in his hair for a moment, and then she leans back slightly, so that they can look at each other.

“We won’t know until we try.  Isn’t that right, Mr. Laurence?”

He smiles mischievously.

“In that case,” he says, and then sets off for their bedroom.  She laughs loudly as they turn the corner into the hall.  A moment later, the bedroom door shuts with a slam.

The burnt tart sits on the counter, forgotten.

send me a number and a pairing (preferably laurie x amy) and i'll write you a mini fic!

#amy x laurie #laurie x amy #amylaurie #little women #little women 2019 #amy march #theodore laurence #anons are beautiful #thank you for the ask!

[temeyes]

My beautiful blue eyed princess Soap Mactavish.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Princess of Scotland, the first of his name-

#he's so beautiful #almost as beautiful as Princess Gaz #answered asks #anon #call of duty #soap cod #soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish

[the1trueanon]

actor au wally for you guys to nom on while i work on oc/story lore :3 i agree he's adorable, but also like. the prettiest man. ever. and i would tell that to his face. everyday.

actor au belongs to @frillsand >w< i love their work and au so much

alt version under the cut, done by request of a very good friend -w-

hehehehe oh to give him a smooch and watch him turn as red as his bow >:3

#i think his apple sweater is one of my absolute favorite outfits for him #ALSO #I FUCKING LOVE HIS EYES LIKE #BROWN EYES WITH A TOUCH OF RED IN THEM???? MMMMMMM 👌✨✨✨✨ #DELICIOUS. BEAUTIFUL. SOME OF MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE EYES 😍 #he's absolutely gorgeous -w- #an absolute diva ass bitch #but pretty and adorable and secretly the sweetest lil bean #i love him -w- #and i love the lore for him and sage ive got for this au :3 i think you guys are gonna love it too hehehehehe #anon's art #anon's doodles #welcome home #welcome home fanart #welcome home au #wally darling #wh wally #welcome home wally #wally fanart #wally my beloved #wally au #welcome home wally darling #actor wally darling #actor wally au #diva wally #diva wally au #welcome home actor au #actor au #anon rambles in the tags

[hellsitegenetics]

God I can't tell if I'm awestruck, gobsmacked, confounded, or driven to complete and utter terror by this blog's existence. (Affectionate)

String identified: G ca't t ' atc, gac, c, t ct a tt t t g' tc. (Actat)

Closest match: Fragum sueziense genome assembly, chromosome: 3 Common name: Heart cockle

#tumblr genetics #genetics #asks #shells #conch #heart cockle #thank you anon for helping me learn that conchology is a fucking thing #such a beautiful world we live in

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

AGH FASHION DESIGNER SUGURU AND MODEL SATORU W A NEW INTERN DESIGNER UNDER THEIR WING 😞😞☹️ - 🌺

WAHHHH I LOVE THIS 🥺🥺🥺 the pining and flirting and slowburn of it all… model!satoru and his favorite designer suguru geto, both of them undeniably skilled and born with an eye for fashion….. well-known and adored……..

designer!suguru who gets tasked with showing you the ropes, who’s always so patient and kind despite your inexperience. diligent with his teaching but also so laidback, so easy to talk to… he looks intimidating, but he’s so polite that you can’t help but swoon a little. and he admires your enthusiasm so much…… grows fond of you soooo quickly bc you’re just such a breath of fresh air compared to the divas he’s forced to work with all the time. he thinks you’ve got real potential and he wants to nurture it.

and ofc you end up running into model!satoru eventually…. bc he’s always hanging around suguru whenever he gets the chance. and he’s maybe a little jealous that you’re hogging so much of his personal designer’s attention, but… he also thinks you’re so cute . T_T like a little puppy following suguru around… so excited to be apart of something you’ve dreamed of for so many years……… he looks into your eyes and sees the same sparkle he had before he made it big, and it makes his heart race.

yeah . i’m just thinking abt the peaceful coffee breaks with suguru….. how he’d insist on paying for your drink, ”since he’s your senior” (he wants to be your favorite </3)…… and how he’d just be so protective over his little intern. don’t get me started on the close proximity with satoru when you’re taking his measurements, the glance and smile he sends your way during an impromptu shoot… the way he always calls for you with a sweet coo of ”how’s my favorite intern doing today?”

😔😔😔 yeahhhhhh. they make me feel ill.

#thank you 🌺 anon my beloved….. i am kissing your beautiful brain #😭😭😭😭 now i kinda wanna write this oh no #my anons keep making my wip list longer this isn’t fair T—T #(i love you all very much) #NO BUT THIS IS SO BIGBRAINED IT’S INSANE #fashion designer!sugu the loml…. model!satoru just feels so natural too #i think they’re both very mature!!!!!!! #there are some aus where i think satoru would lean towards his more bratty hs self #but here i feel like he’s similar to the way he is in canon :3 just. silly and goofy and passionate abt what he does #AND very fond of youth. of people with lofty goals and dreams and starlight in their eyes #(<- has gotten carried away) #YOU GET IT THOUGH i know you’ll see the vision 🌺 anon 🫂🫂🫂 we’re holding hands #i need them both #need suguru to buy me expensive coffee while satoru feeds me pieces of a pastry #for some reason i keep thinking of coffee breaks i might. just be hungry 😭😭😭 #ask tag ✩ #🌺 anon !! ✩ #geto x reader #gojo x reader #stsg x reader #satosugu x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader

[coupleoffanfics]

teehee I have a small thought (batfam related, yk that one where y/n gets killed)

imagine if y/n was brought back by the pit, but instead of being a "shell" in that hc u made, she becomes completely stoic, like just blurts out what she was feeling back when she was neglected with the most blank expression ever, I imagine it being more focused on bruce and Damian since yk..bruce was the shittiest parent ever, and Damian with his sparky ass insults.

You…God, damnit Anon. You summoned me and I suddenly have the motivation to write after reading your two requests.

I don't know if you wanted a one-shot or HC. So I just went with a HC because it's much easier to push out. Though if you want me to make a one-shot feel free to ask. I'll take 7 years to write it. Though at the end I did sort of a one-shot.

Damian should have known something was wrong when y/n didn't start thrashing around and attacking anything that moved after crawling out of the pit. She just stared at her hands, clenching them into firsts and then unclenching them slowly.

Maybe Damian was too relieved to see y/n breathing and moving to really care. Maybe he thought that she was just in shock. Coming back to life isn't always expected and it can take a real toll on someone.

Not to mention that y/n was, compared to her brothers, far weaker. Not just physically, but mentally as well. So it's not surprising that she was so docile, right? It's only a matter of time before that effect wears off and she'll be normal. Or something close to normal.

Okay, maybe deep down Damian knew that there was a chance that he wasn't getting y/n back. Everyone knew that there was no getting her back, but he was willing to take the risk. He came this far and it didn't take long for Bruce to pick up on what his youngest was doing.

Damian has his big sister back and he's not going to let her go again. It's only a matter of hours before Bruce comes breaking down the door to drag them back to Gotham. So Damian took the time to clean up y/n.

She was still in her funeral clothes for goodness sake. She reeked of death, but that didn't stop the boy from hugging her tightly.

While getting cleaned up, she doesn't say a thing. Or even make a lot of noise. It was almost like she was still dead.

By the time Bruce gets there, he's not surprised by Damian's actions. He thought of doing the same thing, but he couldn't bring himself to do such a thing. He couldn't disrespect her life by bringing her back. How could he dare think of that when she looked so at peace when she died.

He remembers how her body was tense before it became horrifyingly relaxed. There was a fear of death in those [eye color] eyes, he knows because he saw it. But it was so quick and fleeting that he could have missed it if he wasn't so close.

In a twisted way he wished y/n had clung on to him just like she did when she was a wide eyed little girl and cried. Cry that she didn't want to die. Cry that it was too early to leave now. Cry that she didn't want to leave them.

But all she did was give a crooked smile and mumble to herself as blood dribbled down her chin. She spoke incoherent things to herself. A name or two slipped from her cold lips, but they weren't ones of her family. From what he gathered it was just a close friend and her significant other's name. She died thinking of those who cared and loved her back. Not of the family that she couldn't stand to be around.

Even when her own adopted father held her dying from close, they were far from her line of thought.

So seeing y/n alive was gut reaching for Bruce. There was no pain, anger, sadness, or joy on her face. She was just there. Staring at him with an uncomfortable indifference.

Damian was ready to start a fight with Bruce. Not a physical one, but he would cross that line if he needed to. He was ready to defend himself in what he thought was best for y/n. Yet Bruce lets out a quiet sigh and tells that it's time to come home. How anticlimactic.

The plane ride back to Gotham is long and quiet. It also felt cramped by how close Damian was to y/n and unwilling to give her too much space.

By the time they made it back to the manor, everyone was caught up to date. The development is surprising to some while others not so much.

Everyone is in the bat cave. Gathered around to see y/n back from the dead. The silence is deafening as they wait for something. Just something from her, but she walked past them all. Out of the cave and to where her room was. Nothing was out of place in her room, though it was mostly empty after she had moved out a few years ago. She laid on her bed and slept as if nothing was amiss.

That's where the family infighting starts. Question of was this the right thing. What are going to do now? Why the hell did you think this was a good idea? There's going to be a lot of hash words being shared, but at the end of the day what was done was done and they had y/n back. They weren't going to mess up the second time.

Did they really get a second chance because it didn't feel like it. A week would pass and y/n has yet to come out of her room. She's alive and breathing because the trays of food left outside her door are always empty.

The camera's installed while she slept showed that she was doing nothing. All she did was lay in bed. She'd get up to use her private bathroom, but other than that there wasn't much. She was rotting away alone in her room.

This rang familiar bells in Alfred, Bruce, and Tim's head. y/n wasn't prone to long depressive episodes, so this could be something similar. The lack of socializing and excessive oversleeping was typically a big red sign for them to do something. In the past they would not force, but push her into doing social things or at least being out of her room.

They could approach this situation the same way, but they'd have to be extra careful. This was a unique and tricky situation to be in. It was also odd if not worrying that she hasn't succumbed to lazarus fever.

They could try to bribe y/n out of her room with activities that have to do with her old hobbies.

"Alfred is baking today, he said might need some help."

"I just stole the keys to the batmobile, you wanna take it for a ride?"

"Hey, do you want to…um, play a video game with me. I remember we used to play Hellflight Deadcraze a lot. They came out with the 3rd game. I just bought it today, so...Yeah."

Though the likelihood of that working is low. If they're really desperate to interact with her, they might as well just bust down her door.

At some point all the poking and prodding is going to irritate y/n. Whoever popped her bubble is going to be on the receiving end of pent up emotions.

I don't believe y/n would ever intentionally say how much the family's treatment harmed her. Again it would bubble up and fester for a while before she explodes. The thing about y/n is that she has an inferiority complex. In her life she aimed to please and help.

She understands that Gotham is dangerous. A lot of people need help and she couldn't bring herself to pull them away from their job. To her it would be like pulling a fireman away from a fire to chat as people burned alive. Even if the fire was out the fireman would be tired and need to rest, so she couldn't just pull them wherever she wanted to go. She shouldn't pester them.

In y/n's eyes, she was never worthy of being a hero because she wasn't good enough. She was never worthy of being with the family because she wasn't helping enough. She should do this to prove her worth. She's not worthless because she can do this for you and this as well!

She embodies inferiority and self-loathing. Someone that feels insignificant and has the strong urge to do more. She has- or had in this situation, hope. Hope that she'll be worthy of love. Love, affection, praise is what drives her and will seek it out if she's desperate. If she does ask or seek it out she'll be feeling guilty since she didn't really do anything to get it. In her mind she was being greedy and she couldn't help herself.

Bonus

"Just stop. Leave me alone." Her voice was almost pleading as she gripped the wrapped gift box. The gift was a symbol of peace, almost a treaty. That's all it was supposed to be, but she acts as if she had been spat in the eye.

Seeing that Bruce wasn't listening to her, she dug her nails into the gift. Almost tearing into the [favorite color] wrapped paper. He stood before her like an unmoving entity. The longer he stood by the more she wanted to snap into herself. She didn't want to slowly curl into a ball. She wanted to snap herself together with a violent and almost sickening crack. This just wasn't fair.

Clenching her jaw, her voice became much colder. It wasn't as cold as the middle of winter, yet it still had a chill to it.

"I thought you'd get it that I didn't want this. I shut you out, but you- all of you just keep buzzing. None of you are getting the hint. You just keep coming back louder than before. Why can't you let me be alone? Why can't you act overworked and tired? Why can't you just leave things the way they were?"

Bruce was conflicted upon hearing her say that and would try to claim that everything is going to come around. Everything always comes around in the end and this wouldn't be any different. They are going to get through this as a family.

y/n's frown would deepen and her eyes would furrow at his attempt at comfort. She looks as if she just ate something that was expired, leaving her mouth with nothing but a nasty sour taste.

"Because we're family." She whispered to herself before almost grimacing at the words. Her voice became sharp and cold as a blade, "I don't understand why you'd suggest that was still a part of the family. I don't think I've been family for a good while now."

She clicked her tongue as she dropped the gift box while looking Bruce in the eyes. "Come on, you can't say you cared about me after I stopped being useful. When did you realize that I wasn't anything special? Was it when I kept crying about punching villains or when I was too slow to teach."

Seeing the conflicted look in his blue eyes confused her. Why would the truth conflict someone unless it was pity. Even after all this she's just a pitiful little crybaby to him. One good hit and she's out wailing on the floor for someone to kiss her boo-boo away.

Somehow this hurt her. Her pounding heart felt like it was twisting on itself. She wanted to cry and laugh at how she thought things couldn't get any worse. Then somehow it did. The universe, the world, the Wayne had proved her wrong yet again. It was as funny as it was sad.

She could have broken down there, but she needed to hear it. She had to hear the truth, so she kept twisting her heart with her own hands. It didn't matter how much it hurt.

"Or maybe you were in denial? You had wasted a lot of time and resources on a dud. Then Damian threw cold water on you and left you shivering, right? I'm just leeching off of you and the others. Then…Then you choose them over me. I was an afterthought, or is that being too generous? Did I ever circulate in your mind before this?"

Her voice was becoming shrill and gruff like she was on the verge of tears. "When did you realize that I was dead weight, Batman? Did I make Bruce Wayne look more caring to the people when I talk about how much I love my family? Did my life serve any use or was I always just a speck of dirt on your shoes?"

Those words were far from the truth, yet with how she spoke Bruce knew that she believed in all that she was saying. Each and every word was true to her. Honestly he didn't know what to say. This was all too much. Having to hear your own child degrade themselves with such honesty was heartbreaking.

Taking his silence as a sort of confirmation, y/n ordered him to leave and of course he did. He'd fix this somehow. He just needed time. They needed time.

I cut off the ending because I didn't want to write too much. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it. I haven't proofread this, Google Doc says there aren't any errors (probably a lie), and it's 3 in the morning. Goodnight.

#batfamily x batsis #batfamily x reader #batsis reader #yandere batfam #God damn you anon #you beautiful bastard #I'll clean this up later when I sleep #x reader #x batsis reader

[vices-n-virtues]

Every note, every hymn that escapes those lips, I want to hear like a story being told to a child - Marilyn Velez

#i read that anon #it´s beautiful #things that make me smile #mine

[usertimothee]

🔥 for any of timothee's movies (quality of the movie, his performance, etc.)

hmmm i have a few of these i think. i'll give two.

beautiful boy is timmy's best performance, not cmbyn.

bones and all was just ok. timmy's performance, taylor's performance and their chemistry stand out, but overall the movie is kinda bleh to me.

send me a 🔥 and a topic and i'll give u an unpopular opinion!

#i am not a luca fan can u tell #anyways #thank u for the ask! #anons are beautiful

[reciprocityfic]

helloo, hope ur doing well!

just wondering when champagne problems will continue?? I've been so deprived of amylaurie content, you wouldn't believe 😢🙁

hello 👋

i am literally currently writing the next chapter. the semester is currently in full swing (my last semester of school ever though!), so i don't have quite as much time as i would like to write, but i hope to get it out soon!

thank you for asking and thank you for still caring about this story 🥰

#anons are beautiful #thank you for the ask!

[fandom-trash-goblin]

I WANT OUT— OUT OF THIS BODY, OUT OF THIS HORROR

lucy dacus // Introduction to the Body in Fairy Tales by Jeannine Hall Gailey // Cinderella II: Dreams Come True // orlando - virginia woolf // Of Woman Born: Motherhood as Experience and Institution, Adrienne Rich // Second Coming of Joan of Arc and Other Plays, Carolyn Gage // @charlotteagerillustration, this post // “eight bites” carmen maria machado // Deluge, Leila Chatti // Howl’s Moving Castle (2004) dir. Hayao Miyazaki // The unknown // orlando - virginia woolf

#poetry #quotes #spilled ink #poems and quotes #spilled poetry #words #webweaving #webweave #aesthetic #poems and poetry #writing #poem #spilled thoughts #web weaving #*mine: graphics #on feeling as if you don't belong to your body #on not feeling beautiful #for anon

[animatedglittergraphics-n-more]

requested by anon

#my asks #anon #trans graphics #transgender #trans power #trans pride #trans women are women #fight transphobia dial 211 to report hate #trans is beautiful #trans joy #t4t #transparent gif #lgbt #f2u

[potato-lord-but-not]

Your art made me realise I’m probably transmasc lmao

NO FUCKING WAY LETS GOOOOO

#IM TRANSING YOUR KIDS LOOK OUT #god so happy for u tho anon #adding this to the shelf of things I’ll forever think about #like how one person said my version of moist contributed to their gender awakening #beautiful #ask

[lovings4turn]

This one is weird. Jack Hughes always has his stuff touching yours. Puts his shoes next to yours at a friend's place, rearranges the shower so that his shampoo is next to yours and his body wash is next to yours etc, at the lakehouse he moves his brothers coffee mugs to a different shelf so that his is next to yours. He likes the reminder that your lives are so deeply intertwined and wants every extension of your existence next to him. Thought this up because of my middle child compulsion to have all my things together/organized and Jack has such strong middle child energy lol.

nonnie love … i am OBSESSED with your mind because you’re SO RIGHT !!! ‘he likes the reminder that your lives are so deeply intertwined and wants every extension of your existence next to him’ i’m dizzy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

and he doesn’t even think anything of it either !!! it’s only rly when luke walks into the kitchen as he’s rearranging the mugs and is all ‘jack what??? are you doing??’ that he’s like hm … maybe this is a Thing for me

#୭ 🧷 ✧˚. becca's musings #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #anon darling . my inbox is not WORTHY of your beautiful ideas holy fuck #u got me giggling rn🤭🤭

[ceruleancattail]

if you're okay with it, could i request floyd and rook with gn reader who has many scars and marks on their body? like in a comfort way, and not in a weird way lol, if you decide to take the request, then thank you!

Scarred

Floyd x reader, Rook x reader

Floyd traces them.

Gently pressing his finger into your skin, chuckling at the way it sinks it ever so slightly. Dragging his hand across the length of those marks on your body. He traces them with a somewhat amused air, as if he was drawing a line between all the dots.

Almost like those old connect-the-dot picture books for children. You could feel the chill of his nail, skating from one mark to another. Connecting all the marks engraved into your body, trying to make sense of them all.

If you try to shake him off, or cover them up, Floyd’s whining away. His lower lip juts out in a petulant pout, shaking your arm until you let him continue. If you ask him why he does it… well, Floyd doesn’t really have a proper answer to that!

It’s nice feeling your skin under his hands. It’s like flipping the pages of a book, Y’know? Looking at all the underlined words, the little annotations… feeling the little creases left from the owner dog-earring their favourite pages… little things like that. The loving marks of a book read over and over again.

These scars and marks, they all tell stories, don’t they? The grand saga of shrimpy throughout the ages!

Besides, you’re warm. Warmer than anything else in this great wide world, so let Floyd cling onto you, yeah?

Just for a bit longer, Shrimpy.

Let him stay with you.

Rook likes looking at all the marks on your skin.

It’s fascinating, truly. You catch him staring a little more than he should, but how could Rook ever tear his eyes away? It’s you, after all.

He watches them stretch and wrinkle with every movement, etched onto your skin like carvings on marble, dug into the stone with determined hands. Sometimes, Rook even shows you his own. Rolling up his sleeves to reveal arms scratched and gnawed at, faint white lines running jagged through his skin.

The well-earned rewards from the hunt. If you’re willing to listen, Rook will dazzle you with tales from each of his exploits. Describing each experience with enthusiastic gusto, coaxing a smile onto your face with his contagious grin.

If you’ll allow him, Rook would love to examine them up close. Fingers grazing your skin ever so lightly, following the outline of every single mark your skin has to show him. Allowing his fingers to roam, Rook hums softly. Drawing brillant constellations across your body, gentle voice whispering the story of each one into your ear softly.

Don’t you see, love? You are made of stars.

De toute beauté, darling.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #Floyd leech x reader #Floyd #Floyd leech #Floyd x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #rook #rook x reader #lucky charm 🔷 #I felt this anon #I’ve got a few scars of my own (from my own stupidity tbh I’m a clumsy fool) #but honestly you’re beautiful handsome cute pretty whatever you prefer! #not despite of it #because of it #alright? #after all #what’s the point of living in a body if you don’t truly live in it #Y’know what I mean? #hugs and kisses my dude

[merakiui]

hiii mera!!

imagining azul as a type of cannibalistic octopus, on your first night together he’s spent so long hyping himself up and grueling over whether or not he’s content giving himself to you, eventually coming to terms with it and deciding to make the event as romantic & easy to clean as possible. when the deed is done, he’s so anxious and pathetic and practically withers away as he looks at you,,, he knows what comes now… but when your teeth don’t tear at his flesh, he looks at you with confusion, a bit disappointed by the lack of development, but far more relieved. He asks and you explain that humans don’t cannibalize their partners,,, and it clicks. so many others can come back and brag about their partners and he’s a bit embarrassed by the revelation, but SO relieved. it’s a cute thing, he’s so excited to continue living with you

random thought though,, not very thought out LOL he knows not of porn in this situation

wet dreams consist of getting it on and him jumping awake as you lurch towards him with a hungry maw,,, imagining on the first night he just brings a bunch of snacks in hopes that it’ll save him, chip bags littered about like rose petals

thank you for reading,

lionfish anon :]

AAAAAA YES YES. OTL Azul who is only familiar with mer courtship and sex customs, so he's fully prepared to give himself to you after he spends so much time mulling it over. Aaaaa he's so cute, preparing so many snacks to make sure you're well-fed and too distracted to think about eating him after the fact. Azul being too worried to do anything face to face, so he fucks you from behind instead. Later, when he learns you won't be devouring him after sex, he becomes more confident holding you closer and fucking you in intimate positions that allow him to look at you. <3

I think he'd have some of the best snacks as well. orz all of your favorites along with some of his favorites, too. The snacks being scattered like rose petals is so silly to imagine, and he'd probably look so proud about it as well. Something like,,,, look at what a good mate he is, providing you with an abundance of food (please don't eat him) and he'll take good care of you when you've eaten your fill of snacks (please PLEASE don't eat him).

Unintentional tako rizz (which was really just Azul trying to ensure you wouldn't cannibalize him afterwards lol). He's just too cute!!!!!

#twisted chit chat #lionfish anon #n/sfw #AAAAAAAA I LOVE HIM T_T #he's so adorable waaaaa he would be so overjoyed when you tell him humans don't do that and now he can continue his life with you!!!! #i love an azul who doesn't know much of human customs and is learning as he goes through his time spent with you #lionfish your brain is so beautiful *gently holds and kisses it* so galaxy!!!!