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determinedwriter · 2 months
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My mom literally just told me that “aww, no fooling?!” Sounds like something Peter Parker would say and I gave her this scenario.
Tony: we’re gonna upgrade your suit today.
Peter: aww, Mr. Stark, no foolin’?!
Tony: n-no fooling, buddy.
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So my Diasomnia loving ass is very impatiently waiting for Book 7. And, despite the fact that I would do literally anything for Malleus content, I pray we get more lore for the other Diasomnia peeps. I’m dying for Lilia lore but I’m specifically thinking of Silver right now
I would kill for Silver lore. I want some arc of Silver diving into his roots. Of him finding his birth parents, whether they’re alive or not. If they’re alive, it would be nice to see them interact. I’m sure Silver would have a million questions. It would be very interesting to see what they’re like, if they abandoned him on purpose, what they think of him now. If not, then finding gravestones or something would at least give a sense of closure that I think he deserves.
Either way, I want a birth name for Silver. At the very least a last name. I specifically want him to go out and find his last name just to turn around and go “you know, I think Silver Vanrouge has a better ring to it, don’t you?”
Cause even after he’s gone on this whole journey of figuring out where he came from, it doesn’t change anything about who his real family is and where he truly belongs
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euphorial-docx · 2 years
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part 2 of tiktoks that james and fleamont would make
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lady-charinette · 28 days
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The first few weeks Din had the little green womp rat on his ship, the little bugger kept waking him up in the middle of the night
Din was a bounty hunter, a Mandalorian, he was no stranger to his ship being raided or having to be a light sleeper in anticipation of sneak attacks during the night.
In was in their blood.
What he wasn't prepared for was the little green monster the size of a porg to be body slamming him in the middle of the night.
Din slept with his blaster, there could've been serious casualties.
After the ninth time his sleep had been disturbed, Din grabbed the creature. "What? Why do you keep doing this, you little womp rat?"
It's ears lowered to the sides of his head, making a keening sound unlike a young foundling in need of attention.
Din observed him quietly, setting him down on his lap. "Don't tell me you're scared of sleeping up there?" he glanced at the overhanging cot, confused.
It was made of durable leather and skins, it had enough space for the little green monster, so why was it so scared?
The green porg whimpered again and his small hands wrapped around Din's shirt, trembling slightly.
He didn't understand its language, but Din did understand its intentions.
It was scared.
With a heavy defeated sigh, Din fell back on his bed, if one could call the slab of collapsible ship wall covered by a blanket a bed, and closed his eyes.
He felt tiny hands grab at him and push a little body upward, until the creature nestled itself into the crook of his arm and chest.
With a gesture Din convinced himself was either instinctual or accidental, his free hand rested protectively over the boy, feeling its body relax under his weight.
Din settled back into a light sleep, mildly aware of the tiny face nuzzling deeper into his chest.
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luyo-mi · 2 years
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My children🤧
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stuzsa · 1 year
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@moon-drunk-monster learning ways of Na'vi with his son :)
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Nothing more I want to see than deleted scenes with Quaritch + Spider bonding 😭
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stoshasaurus · 3 months
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had a discussion with some friends about HAL 9000. i love this little goober (and his adolescent son)
anddddd
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computer case HAL. i need him to run around and have zoomies.
( i know that HAL needs a massive server room to operate, but indulge me, okay? you want to pet him you KNOW you do)
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h0estar · 1 year
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Yukine's journey toward acceptance of the life that was robbed of him, this time with finality, exemplifies the emotional and beautifully rendered arc that has defined his character.
Yukine finally accepting the reality of his death. Yukine stepping out from the fridge that contained memories of what was once his life. Yukine freeing himself from the shackles of his trauma. Yukine running to protect the person who cherished him the most in the world. Yukine standing up to an abusive father. Yukine wholeheartedly apologizing. Yukine's growth, and Yato tearing up as he stretches his little arms to pull him for an embrace.
Yukine's gratitude for what Yato did for him is evident throughout the series. He was given a name more precious than any other. He was treated like a human--an ordinary teenage boy. And life after that was one exciting journey after another. Now, Yukine can no longer be entirely consumed by the horrors of his past because he knows that his reality with Yato is so much brighter. Far brighter.
Yukine could break out from that refrigerator because of the true, sincere, and nurturing love shown by the only father figure in his life. Yato has said multiple times throughout the series that Yukine was his priority above all else, and Yukine was the only person he swore to protect the most. Hell, he even went straight to hug him after Yukine apologized for turning into that form! Yato did not need to summon Yukine. Yukine came to protect Yato on his own decision. As he always did.
The journey to their healing will be painful, and this chapter shows that Yato and Yukine will face it together. No more secrets and no more miscommunications. They will help and be by each other's side as they always have, not only as god and shinki but, this time, as family.
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"I will not let him die. Not Yato. No matter what happens... I swear I won't let anyone take him from me!" -Yukine, Noragami Vol. 17 Chapter 67.
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malifiquemakes · 7 months
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Puppy's first mission <3
I had the privilege of collaborating with the lovely and talented @maireyart on our fave father and son duo! Mai did an incredible job from concept to execution and we couldn't be happier with the result <33 We hope you like it!
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m0shpitpup · 3 months
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stole the pic from my lovely gf( @bibibi-tchx ) but dom dom purse is my favorite genre of tjd pic
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loveyourownsmiilee · 2 months
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Ryan makin my heart melt 🥹🥹🥹
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crane--here · 3 months
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they're so fuxking scary
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I Am All In Rewatch - Luke & Jess- Episode 2x5
There's there's a lot of Luke in him, a lot my God, and and what a what a what just a great looking kid, right and and and it was so odd to see because he you know, I you know, I know, a smiling, happy uh Milo with a good, great disposition and loving everybody and and talking everybody up. And then you see this character and it's like that is so far  from what Milo really is. And it was stunning to see it. And it was very very entertaining because it was like, wow, he's convincing me. You know, he's really really convincing me. It's a great acting job... And even when he comes up and looks at me, his attitude changed. He was like he was actually befuddled and shocked and like he'd lost some power, which you know, you would think would definitely happen if somebody pushed you into a lake..That's that's what makes him so good, right, the physicalization, the physicality of the character. So it's just shoulders down, you know, right, little slump forward and a little attitude...[What do you remember about meeting him?] Just that he was such a nice kid, you know he was he was an unusually mature outgoing but not pushy. You know. He was just sort of present and friendly and and kind of you know, engaged and sort of interested in who you were and you know, good listener, and he just it was unusual in that in that regard that he was so mature for his age. Um, and I just kept saying, well that's this, you know, every time I worked with him or talking to him. You know. My comment to Lauren was, boy, did he have good parents? You know. And I'm not saying that anybody was any less spectacular, just that in his case, it was just like this full package coming at you, like, you know, he he's like this incredible looking guy who's really smart, really nice, really talented, mature beyond his years. I mean, it was like he's going to be a superstar.. Yeah, real focused performer, you know, very focused and very you know on what he needs to do and what he's trying to do, and and it's just sort of his way of going about it too. I mean, he wasn't pushy about it, and there was sort of little suggestions he would make, little things that he needed for me, and just the way he asked it was just it was so polite, you know. He was just a very polite, gentle spirit, you know... -Scott
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lets-try-some-writing · 6 months
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Hi there! I absolutely love reading your head cannons abt bumblebees relationship with Optimus it’s too cute!!! So I was wondering if you could write abt what happened after bumblebee lost his voice box? Because as much as I like teeth rotting fluff I like souls crushing angst even more
OF COURSE I WILL WRITE FLUFF AND ANGST FOR THIS LOVELY FAHTER SON DUO!!! I live and breathe the stuff thank you.
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Bumblebee was raised during war, there was no avoiding it. He was meant to be a solider the moment Optimus took him under his wing. It was the way of things, no matter how much the Prime wished it were not. As such when Bumblebee completed his training with acclaim from all of his teachers and requested to be transferred to the front lines, there was little Optimus could do.
Optimus: Bumblebee, the front lines are nothing like Autobot territory. Dangerous and high ranking Decepticons are far more common. You could be killed.
Bumblebee: I understand, but I still want to go. You and all the other Autobots have put your lives on the line for the sake of our freedom. It is only right I do the same.
The fear for his ward was ever present, but Bumblebee excelled on the battlefield. The information he collected and the kills he made were crucial to the success of many a mission. While he was still very young and new to the art of war, he was a natural forged warrior. Optimus hated that his sparkling had to fight, but he was proud, and with time, the fear eased. Jazz was assigned to look over Bumblebee, and in turn Optimus trusted that all would be well. Bumblebee was wise for his age and knew better than to throw his life into harms way without reason.
Optimus should have known better than to think his sparkling would not take after him.
It was a gloomy cycle at Tyger Pax. Optimus was with his unit far to the north, fending off a wave of Decepticon ground troops even as he desperately attempted to move back inland to face his foe before serious damage could be done. But no matter how much he struggled, it seemed as though every force on Cybertron was standing in his way. As such he was unable to move with any swiftness and merely slaughter with wrath known only to deities when he sensed Bumblebee all but shatter.
By the time he arrived at the scene, Bumblebee had already been carted off to base for emergency surgery and Megatron was nowhere to be seen. Optimus could not even exact vengeance on the behalf of his sparkling as he was given a report of what exactly happened and promptly hurried back to Autobot headquarters so that he could be there for his sparkling if and when Bumblebee got out of surgery. Whatever the case Optimus would be there for his sparkling, be it in life or in death. That was his promise, one that he lamented due to his failure to protect that which he held dear while he paced out in the waiting room.
Thankfully, Bumblebee was stabilized, but the loss of his voice was devastating to him. There was no time for Optimus to begrudge his failures as he held his sparkling close, singing to him and wiping away a river of coolant leaking from his optics. Bumblebee could not cry, he could not scream, he could not speak nor could he sing. Bumblebee was silent, and somehow holding his sobbing sparkling and not even being able to hear his cries hurt more than seeing the scars that adored Bee's neck. Many a long cycle was spent with Optimus remaining right by his dear ward's side as Bumblebee thrashed in his recharge cycles, silently screaming as a foe long gone once again took away his vocalizer. All Optimus could do in those instances was cradle his singular charge as if he were still small and hum a gentle tune, reminding Bee that he was there.
After Bumblebee was released from the medical ward, things were not much better for him. His faux vocalizer hurt him every time he used it. The vibrations and the sound made Bumblebee's wounds ache and often he found it unsettling to hear himself speak in binary tone. The constant trips to Ratchet to have his vocalizer adjusted were also frightening, so much so that Optimus had to be there each time to hold his servo as Ratchet poked and prodded, trying to make the faux vocalizer as comfortable as possible. Bumblebee often could not go a whole recharge cycle without his Sire there with him, a fact that brought him no end of shame. Optimus for his part could only suffer in silence, cursing himself for his failures as he held his dear one to his chest, doing his best to soothe wounds he could not heal.
Teaching Bumblebee to use sign language was one of the most spark wrenching experiences for many reasons. However it was largely due to the fact that Bumblebee often grew angry with himself and Optimus could do little to help. Trying to teach him made Bumblebee feel weak, and usually that emotion led Bee to lash out. At least once a deca-cycle, Bee would tell Optimus through his vocalizer or through writing to frag off and stop treating him like a sparkling. It hurt, it burned even, but Optimus was persistent and his efforts always led his ward to return to him in the end with an apology. One small blessing that came from Bee's situation was the time Optimus was able to gain with him. Bumblebee only tolerated Optimus and Ratchet touching his faux vocalizer and his scarred face. As such, when he really wanted comfort, only Optimus or Ratchet were allowed to run their digits over his scars and whisper sweet nothings.
For Optimus is became habit to go somewhere private after a mission and touch every scar on his sparkling's face, a reminder of failure, but also a declaration of adoration. To Bumblebee, such a touch reminded him that he was safe, that digits that hurt so many others would never so much as scratch him. To Optimus it was a memorial of his failures, but also a chance to lessen the ache with careful attention and love. Many nightmares, many long cycles of painful emotional outbursts, and plenty of quiet moments alone in the dark took their toll. With time, Bumblebee learned to use his faux vocalizer and no longer came to Optimus as often in terror of that which could stalk the night. With time, Optimus no longer feared his sparkling would be taken from him at every moment, nor did he continually lament his failure as a Sire.
They healed, they moved on, but scars lingered. Sometimes Bee still came to Optimus in the dead of night, his optics wide and pleading. In those instances he stayed with his Sire as he recharged, regardless of who might be watching. Sometimes Bee needed to be reminded of his worth, and those were the times when Optimus touched his scarred face and uttered all kinds of gentle affirmations. Sometimes... Bumblebee did not want to speak and hear his binary voice. On those cycles, Optimus was always there to work him through the motions, helping him through every task until he could at last rest and be comforted.
The scars lingered, but it was not the end. They were there to comfort and care for one another, even without words.
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autisticredhood · 2 years
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batman #411 you are everything to me!!!!!!!!!!! utrh bruce characterization fuck off all i care about is batman 411 dad bruce!!!!
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earlgodwin · 5 months
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oh they need to work together again ASAP
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