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braxlrose · 10 months

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Can you write about Bill having a partner that’s essentially like Avril Lavigne? That could be cool

a/n: I envy avril lavigne sooo let's do this, I scrolled all the way down through my asks and I never saw this so sorry this is so late!

edit: LMFAO IM SORRY 😭

also a shout out to @millzieraa cuz ik you lost your old account which was @krav3nn, so go check her account out you guys!!

bill w/ a avril lavigne wannabe gf who's like avril lavigne

-he literally is obsessed with the way you dress. he thinks you look so cool and yall borrow eachother clothes all the time. im not joking, he actually thinks your style is the awesome and loves how close it is to his style

-he goes to skate parks with you and watches you do a bunch of tricks. like whenever you do one and do it really good he's smiling and clapping and all this shit. he also would love it if you taught him or tried to teach me how to do some tricks.

-if you do end up teaching him some stuff he totally shows it off on tokio hotel tv

-he also loves you a lot because you and tom get along really well. you and tom are a lot a like a tons of ways so he's happy that you're able to get along with his brother. he doesn't date girls who can't get along with tom.

-would literally dieeeee if you made a song about him. like he thinks your musik is amazing so he would love it if you made a song about him.

-he also writes songs about you. he can't help it. he's just so in love with you and thinks you're the coolest person ever. he loves you so much and will write multiple songs about you.

-one of the reasons he fell for you is because you weren't afraid to be yourself and didn't want others to hide who they were either. (let's pretend avrils music is music you actually make). like the song complicated, he loves how you just want people to be themselves and not change for anybody

-he also loves how fun and accepting you are. he likes people who are fun and spontaneous and you're just that

-totally does musik collabs with you and your band

-helps you dye your hair colors

-you and your band and tokio hotel go to parties together all the time. you and Bill both get equally drunk and just make out and dance together all night

-if there's a language barrier between you two, he'll figure out a way to communicate with you

-loves watching you play guitar and tom always gets kinda jealous if you play something better than him

-you two go shopping together at thrift stores allll the time to find new cool clothes

-is literally the best at giving you birthday presents since you and him have so much in common

-he gets your name tattooed on him

-he loves going to your concerts and watching you sing and play guitar. moving around stage and just listening to your amazing voice

-he also loves it when you come to his concerts, he gets so happy when he can see you in the crowd or if you're backstage and you give him a kiss for good luck before a concert

-thought it was the coolest thing when you wrote Sk8ter Boi (let's pretend it's about tom, and that the end of the song is changed bc obviously you don't end up w/ tom). but yeah he loved it and thought it was super awesome

-the band is really important to him and since you're in the musik business you're able to understand that the band is the most important thing to him and he really loves that about you. he had his last girlfriend break up with him because she said he didn't have enough time for him so he's really glad you're able to understand how much the band means to him and everything

taglist: @hearts4kaulitz @burntb4bydoll @spelaelamela @bored0writer @fishinaband @billsleftnutt @tokiiohot @bluepoptartwithsprinkles @saumspam @5hyslv7 @billybabeskaulitz

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atlasisreal · 9 months

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YOU WERE AT *WHAT*????????????????????

yes it's true. the atlasisreal deep lore is that I attended dashcon in 2014.

that me 💕

anyways if you wanna hear my recollection of dashcon it's under the cut.

i was literally just a teenager at the time but seeing dashcon ads on Tumblr I was like. it's in Schaumburg??? like 30min from me??? I HAVE to go this is going to be the coolest thing ever. I love Tumblr all my mentally ill friends and supernatural gifs are on that website. I bet they're gonna have the coolest party ever.

LMAOOOOO

so i asked for the dashcon tix for my birthday! it was for me and my best friend (who attended and even cosplayed Homestuck with me despite not knowing anything about it) and my mom, who was mostly excited about staying in the nice hotel and swimming in the pool. I was so hype for this. anyways we get there and as people have previously talked about vis a vis dashcon, it was so hilariously underwhelming. the first thing you had to do was walk into the registration hall. I think most people have seen pics but they had written "Welcome DashCon" or something to that effect on the ground using blue painters tape, and the hall was empty asf which was really funny because they had set the table up aaaaaall the way at the back so you just got to walk across this big empty hall towards ONE PERSON sitting at a table (who in retrospect I'm pretty sure was the 19 year old they'd foisted this thing onto). she was super nice at the time though so shout out to that interaction.

we pretty much immediately headed for the only actual show floor area, which was the artists alley. if dashcon attendees are hard to find, I'm sure dashcon exhibitors are fucking unicorns bc there was... maybe 30 booths, if I'm being very generous. that being said, I got to meet nd Stevenson at dashcon! he was really nice, and complimented my cosplay. it's kind of fun to get to say I met the artist and author behind nimona and lumberjanes and she-ra at fucking DASHCON lol. hopefully next time I meet him it will be as a fellow professional comics artist huh who said that

gotta take a moment here to stress something. dashcon was very poorly planned and executed. this is true. BUT. the atmosphere, especially on the first day, was so joyful and connected. everyone was so stoked to be at THE Tumblr convention. all of us were weirdos who liked the weirdo website enough to show up in person for all our weirdo friends. We were all exchanging urls and taking big group photos and going to grab lunch together. people were very open and friendly. and I know that's my perspective as well, obviously there were plenty of things going horribly wrong behind the scenes, but having only been an attendee, it really wasn't the worst experience.

anyways so the day was fun and weird and a little boring because dashcon had fucking nothing going on but anyways so the scamming part. they called everyone into this main ballroom and stood on a little stage up front and were like "HEY IF WE DONT RAISE $200,000 THEYRE SHUTTING US DOWN" which definitely did NOT break my tiny little idiot baby heart. I definitely was super self aware and knew this was a dumb scam and I definitely DIDN'T cry and run to the hotel pool to tell my mom. she however immediately went "they're scammers and we paid for our hotel room so whatever lol". my bestie gave them $10 and after the fact was (rightfully) SUPER pissed about it because she WAS smarter than me and figured out the scam thing faster.

I think besides that scam thing the other thing I remember thinking was such fucking bullshit was that we would be walking past the ballroom where Welcome to Night Vale was supposed to perform and the line was insane. It was literally SOOOOO many people. I remember being a little bummed that I hadn't gotten tickets which was.... obviously a short lived regret. when they announced the night Vale cancellation I definitely realized shit was hinky.

a majority of the photos I have are from ballpitstuck! there was a Homestuck meetup at the ball pit, but a lot of us had found each other already and had been hanging out in little feral packs of homestucks, so we all meshed super well and basically immediately all became besties. we ended up kind of collectively agreeing to post stuff in the "ballpitstuck" tag, which is hilarious. I actually made fanart at the time! It's somewhere in the depths of my art blog. I've probably posted most of these before but for posterity:

we were cringe. but we were free. no but for real I did have so much fun hanging with the homestucks.

anyways the rest of the con was pretty much just hanging out and watching everything burn from the inside out. my favorite part was watching Tumblr react to dashcon in real-time, because everyone AT the convention was posting about it, and everyone who wasn't at the convention was actively following the updates. by the time we left I just remember being like "I think we've just experienced something very interesting". and now there's a Wikipedia page and a sarah z video about it so.

anyways shout out to my dashcon homies(tucks)

#dashcon #ballpitstuck

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jinmukangwrites · 10 months

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prompt 20 with damian and jason (batfam)?

20: Blanket

Hey don't cry, AO3 still down drabble prompts

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Jason heard scuffling at the other side of the bedroom wall. He frowned, pushing himself up to his elbows so he could check his phone for any break-in alerts. Nothing. Which meant someone used the code to get in, which meant it was a bat.

Tonight, he wasn't staying at one of his own safe houses, but at one of Bruce's. He got his ankle twisted and this one happened to be closer than his own houses, and he, at the time, really didn't want to stay on the ankle longer than he had to. He had called it an early night too, so when he looked at the time and saw it was nearing 3am, he wasn't too surprised to hear someone else moving around, especially considering he could hear the sound of a growing thunderstorm outside.

Moving carefully off the bed so the mattress didn't creak, he got to his feet and padded silently to the door. He creaked it open and squinted into the light of the combination living room, kitchen, and dining area. It wasn't a large safehouse, meant for one person really unless someone else wanted to sleep on the single couch.

Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw none other than a sopping wet Damian glaring at the open linen closet, wearing most of his Robin suit sans the mask. Jason wondered why the pipsqueak would be looking so upset at the closet, like it had killed his cat, but then he glanced back at his bed and realized he took all the blankets on the lower shelves.

He grinned, looking back at Damian as the boy considered his options. He studied the shelves, even placing a hand on a shelf, then thinking better of it and looking back at the kitchen for a chair to stand on.

Jason decided he'd save the kid from the embarrassment by offering a different kind of embarrassment. "Need help, squirt?"

Damian nearly jumped out of his skin, giving a small shout and pulling out one of his swords. His eyes landed on Jason quickly, and his defensive shock turned into a classic scowl.

"Jason. I was not aware you were here."

Jason stepped out of the door and leaned against the wall near the linen closet, smiling. "Sorry, next time I'll let you know."

Damian scowled harder, and Jason sent a smug look at the linen closet. "Need a hand?"

Damian's mouth thinned, looking like he would love nothing more than to argue, but Jason didn't give him a chance to. He shooed Damian out of the way and reached up in the closet, grabbing a blanket, but handing over a couple towels first. "Dry off, shrimp. Couch may be plastic lined but the blanket sure ain't. Besides, your lips are blue."

Damian huffed, snatching the towels and stomping to the bathroom. Jason smiled and grabbed a second blanket, walking to the couch and laying the first one down and tucking it between the practically vacuum sealed cushions. It was standard protocol for Batman safehouses; the couches are plastic lined and the beds have removable protective mats. Made it easier to get blood off if the only form of warmth you had was a crap ton of random blankets you could pull from the closet.

He looked at the second blanket in his hands, then stopped in distant surprise. He recognized this blanket. Dick gave it to him for his eleventh birthday. It was a simple one, two squares of plush fleece with unfinished edges, the blanket held together instead by inch wide cuts along the perimeter tied together with beads. Red, green, yellow.

At the time, Jason thought it was the coolest blanket. Now, he can see the imperfections of the most certainly handmade gift. He didn't know Bruce kept it, let alone if he even knew it was Jason's.

He ran his fingers along the fleece, some of the edges beginning to pill from use he never gave it.

He didn't have time to think about how he felt about that before Damian stomped back out of the bathroom, shoving the towels into a nearby hamper and snatching the blanket out of Jason's hands, plopping down onto the couch. He hadn't changed out of his Robin suit even though Jason knew there were several stored changes in the bathroom.

"Hmm, acceptable blanket, Jason. I like this one," Damian said, and Jason felt a genuine smile tug at his lips, something warm in his gut.

"I like that one too," was all he said before he ruffled his damp hair. Damian hissed and slapped his hand away, but he wasn't aggravated. He knew he was being teased, and he wasn't genuinely upset about it. "Make sure you're done shivering before you go back out," he continued.

"I know how to take care of myself," Damian huffed. "But... thank you."

Jason nodded, turning and waving a lazy finger-gun at the kid. "Night."

"... Goodnight, Jason."

#dc comics #batfam #jason todd #red hood #damian wayne #robin #dc #jin writes #fanfiction

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spicyliumang · 27 days

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AAA HAPPY BIRTHDAY @trixibebe!!!!💛💛

Literally, you are the coolest person I've ever met and so grateful I had the courage to comment on your amazing fic which was life-changing!😭💛💛 I'm so happy to yell about Zhao and OCs with you🥺💛💛I hope you enjoy your amazing day and shout out to us being Aries!!😆💛

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innytoes · 1 year

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“You got me a stocking?” - “Of course, you’re family.” for Reggie & Rose?

Reggie is ten when he meets Julie, after being held back a year in class. All his friends move up, and sure, he still sees Luke and Alex and Bobby in the halls and after school, but their lunch period isn't at the same time anymore. It's lonely, and a lot of kids in his new class think he's dumb, and maybe he is.

Julie is the first person to talk to him, to be his friend. Then, she drags him into her little group, with Flynn, and Carrie, and it's a little weird at first (not because girls have cooties, but maybe a little something like that. Reggie learns a lot about Girls in general and these girls in particular.)

He gets invited to birthday parties and sleepovers and Mr and Mrs Molina (who are quick to tell him that just Ray and Rose is fine) don't even make him sleep in a separate room because he's a Boy. Though they do have to leave the door open. They're kind of the coolest parents ever, even cooler than the Mercers. (If only because the Mercers don't have an entire music studio in their back yard.)

Reggie is eleven when Julie starts bringing extra big lunches to school, and insisting he take some, talking about how her aunt foisted too much food onto them, or how her dad accidentally packed her two sandwiches.

He hadn't thought anyone would notice he's stopped bringing lunches to school. His mom refuses to sign the little paper that would qualify him for free lunches, saying Peters don’t take hand outs. But after a few weeks of Julie coming up with excuses, she just casually slides Reggie his half, and Reggie quietly accepts. Carrie and Flynn never say anything mean about it, and his mom doesn’t have to find out, so it’s fine.

Reggie is twelve when he has to start explaining away mysterious bruises. He starts wearing his flannel or the cool leather jacket he and Flynn found while thrifting pretty much all the time. The guys take it in stride (Alex runs cold a lot too, wearing hoodies even in summer), and the girls seem to think he's just found his signature style. Like Carrie and Pink, and Flynn and... Coolness, he guesses.

It's Rose and Ray who notice it, question it when he pushes up his sleeves to wash his hands before dinner. He jokes about how he swears that doorjamb moved at the last second. But the bruises get harder to hide, and he's pretty sure even his friends are starting to get suspicious the second time he shows up to band practice with a black eye.

Reggie is thirteen when he starts to live with the Molinas. He's also thirteen when he sees Rose nearly punch out his mom. It’s at parent-teacher night, and his mom is furious to hear he’s once again in danger of flunking a grade. (She'd already been in a bad mood because Dad had promised to take this parent-teacher night so she could go out with friends and had then just not come home.)

She pulls him away by his wrist through the corridor, into a stairwell. Her shouts had echo and bounce around the space in an awful manner, especially when he knows how good harmonies can sound when you stand at the bottom of the stairwell and sing together.

He knows what’s coming, flinching and waiting for the slap, but it never does. Instead, his mother gave an angry squawk, and then he looks up, Rose is holding her raised wrist. From the looks of it, she’s squeezing a lot harder than Mom had squeezed his wrist.

There’s a lot of furious shouting, and Reggie backs up a little. This is all his fault. If he was just smarter, Mom wouldn’t be so mad. He knows Rose means well, but as soon as he gets home Mom is going to take it out on him, and probably forbid him from going to the Molinas ever again.

It’s only because Ray puts himself between the two that prevents a total drag out fight. He pulls his wife away with one strong arm, but then wraps the other around Reggie's shoulders and pulls him away as well. He can hear his mom insist he get back here, and he knows there will be hell to pay later, but he clings to Ray instead, letting him guide him away.

It's a confusing mess after that, with a trip to the guidance counselor, a talk with a social worker, Julie and Flynn hugging him tight after he gets out of that meeting, red-eyed and cried out... and then suddenly, he's at the Molina house, sitting on Julie's bed in her favourite yellow smiley face sweater as Rose piles blankets on the air mattress.

It's called a kinship placement, the social worker explains to him later. When someone he already knows well takes him in. Usually that's a grandparent, or an aunt or uncle. But the Molinas offered, and they passed all the background checks. She does ask him if he wants to stay here, or if he'd prefer a different foster home, and he rushes to reassure her that yes, the Molinas are awesome, please don't send him back to Georgia to live with his dad's estranged sister.

He gets his own room, Rose taking him shopping to pick out paints and wallpaper and bed sheets and cool stuff to put on the walls. Ray stocks the kitchen with his favourite cereal and poptart flavours, and gets him his own designated mug. It has a picture of a dog holding a slice of pizza in its mouth. Julie teases Luke and Alex and Bobby that sorry, Reggie's vote for movie night counts twice now, since he lives here. They watch a lot of Star Wars.

It still feels a little unreal by the time December rolls around. Apparently Rose and Ray made a deal many years ago that she has to wait until December first to decorate for Christmas. Which she does, but it also means he and Julie come home on December first to find piles and piles of boxes in the living room, festive garlands already wrapped along the staircase, lights on the porch.

"Just in time to help me with the tree!" Rose says, but it comes out muffled, because she's got a nail between her lips. She takes it out, using a hammer to drive it into the wood above the fireplace. The entire mantle is covered in a tiny little Christmas village, little houses resting on soft fluffy white fabric to simulate snow. She finishes the nail, and grabs some stuff from another box.

A blue stocking with little cameras embroidered on it that reads Ray. One with a music note fabric that says Rose. A deep purple stocking with white butterflies on it that said Julie, and a baseball patterned one that said Carlos. They’re off center, Reggie thinks, and there was one nail too many. Except then Rose goes into the other room and comes back with a beautiful red and black plaid stocking that reads Reggie. The fabric looks just like his favourite flannel.

"You got me a stocking?" he asks, shocked.

"Of course," Rose says, hanging it up. "Reggie, you're family."

That Christmas, Ray insists they all smoosh together on the couch in their matching Christmas pyjamas to take some new family photographs. After all, they need to update the ones on the mantle to include their new son.

#julie and the phantoms #make reggie a molina 2kalways #fanfic #I wrote a thing #reggie peters #julie molina #rose molina #ray molina #tw child abuse #christmas #I got this prompt like four times and yes I am going to fill it four different ways #Ray in that stairwell like: on the one hand I would love to see my wife kick mrs peters' ass #on the other hand we don't want to traumatise Reggie #just picture Reggie in his Official Molina Christmas Pyjamas #beaming from his place between Julie and Carlos on the couch #Ray setting the camera up and trying not to cry as he squeezes in next to Rose

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purplesong1028 · 2 years

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A Forest Tale

Chapter 1: Mystery and Deal

Art by @amane-otaku

Rating: General Public

Paring: Chepe/Pacho

Words: 2,207

Fantasy, AU, !Fox Pacho, !Shapeshifter Pacho

Chepe takes a trip to the forest at least twice a month during the hunting season. Colombia is blessed with fertile land for a variety of plants and animals. That has been working out pretty well for him, especially the plant part, but hunting is one of his biggest hobbies ever since he was a teenager. It’s a shame that he can’t get Gilberto and Miguel into it, but he’s the coolest one anyway.

About a month ago, he took a trip that was supposedly no different from others, but he didn’t come home with a dead deer, birds or rabbits. He came home with a fox— one that was very much alive.

He was aiming at an enormous bull when some ruffling noise came from behind, and when he immediately turned to pursue the disturber, he found nothing but a beautiful creature with flawless dark red fur and warm brown eyes. He lowered the rifle, laughing at his own paranoia. Chepe didn’t try to shoot the fox because there was no reason to. He couldn’t eat the meat, and he hated those hideous fur coats, so he simply turned away, hoping he could still find that magnificent bull he almost killed.

However, the fox apparently had something different in mind, relentlessly trailing after him despite his aggressive attempts to stop it. At one point, Chepe literally fired a shot at its direction, which would have scared off any animal, but this fucking fox either had no survival instinct, or was secretly a fox ninja, because it didn’t move an inch! In fact, Chepe was pretty sure the animal gave him a confusing stare, as if it was wondering what the weapon was.

He didn’t believe in shit like destiny or fate, but he did know a stubborn asshole when he saw one, and there were only two ways to deal with them: killing them, or giving in.

When Chepe brought it home— brought him home, the maids absolutely had a field day, taking turns to hold the new pet in their arms, not shutting up about how pretty he was. Honestly, Chepe had to agree with them on that. He hadn’t seen that many foxes in real life, but this one didn’t even look like an animal living in the wild, more like some bored rich person’s exotic pet.

But it wasn’t just his appearance that stood out; it was the entire demeanor. Chepe knew this sounded completely insane, but sometimes he didn’t even feel the fox was an animal at all. He always stayed nearby when Gilberto and Miguel came over, and Chepe could swear that the fox was actually listening to their conversations. Also, the spoiled brat insisted on sleeping in a bed, a human’s bed. The first night he actually jumped up to Chepe’s bed and settled in right under the blanket. They fought for about 20 minutes, until the fox finally gave up and walked out of the bedroom, only to be found in one of the guest rooms the next morning. Most importantly, Chepe had never seen him eat anything! The maids and chef tried everything possible; they talked to three different vets, and all they could come up with was maybe it would go out to find food on its own. Yeah, fuck those expensive experts.

Sometimes though, Chepe felt nice to have the fox near him, more than nice, happy. He couldn’t explain it, couldn’t even describe it other than it being a pure, transcendent blissful emotion. Once he fell asleep on the couch and had the most heavenly dream. It was like a movie with all his best life memories, when his parents bought him a new toy on his birthday, playing silly games with Gilberto and Miguel when they were kids, the first time they had money, how they built their business from the ground as partners and friends…

When he woke up, the fox was lying peacefully on his chest.

“What are you…?” He whispered.

The fox didn’t answer, but Chepe just knew he understood.

“What the fuck are you?!”

As Chepe shouts that, he can’t help but remember saying the exact same thing a few days earlier. But fuck, this sure feels different now! He forces himself to take deep breaths, grabbing the big cross on his necklace out of sheer instinct—— definitely not his proudest moment.

But what the hell is he supposed to do, when a fox literally turns into a grown ass human being, in a puff of smoke, right in front of his eyes?!

“The cross doesn’t work, Chepe. I’m not a vampire.” The fox, no, the man, the monster speaks perfect Spanish, like a human living in Colombia his whole life. “Plus, I’m not trying to hurt you. You want to know what I am, right? I’m just letting you see the truth.”

Never in his life has anyone said to him, “I’m not trying to hurt you.” But he’s too astonished to feel offended at the moment. “Ok. So this is the real you? Or is the fox…how do you…”

The man laughs, fucking laughs. “I can explain everything, alright? But both this and the fox are the real me, if that’s what you want to call it.”

Yeah, like that explains anything. He has a million questions, but he decides to go with the first one that comes to mind. “How did you learn to talk?”

“It takes a long time for us to become strong enough to transform into a human, so I’ve been listening to you people talking this whole time, for more than 500 years.”

“What?! You…” It's 11 in the morning, and he’s not nearly drunk enough for this conversation. “You’re telling me that you’ve lived over 500 years?”

“As a fox, yes, but only a few months as a human.”

Chepe honestly doesn’t know which one is worse.

“Chepe? Are you in there?”

As if this isn’t already bad enough, he hears Gilberto’s joyous voice coming through the hallway leading to this living room.

“I’m busy, Gilberto! Come back later.”

“Busy with what? It’s not even noon yet!” Of course Gilberto doesn’t care. The bastard is probably even hoping to walk in on something embarrassing for him.

“Oh, hello! I didn’t know you had another guest.” Gilberto looks at the stranger, and then back at Chepe. “What, you’re not gonna introduce us?”

“You’re Gilberto, right?” The fox man walks over to Gilberto before Chepe can stop him. “Pacho Herrera. Nice to finally meet you in person.”

They shake hands, and from now on, Chepe can never look at the word “in person” the same way again. Also, how the hell does he have a full name? Is there an ancient fox family, like vampires or something?

“Nice to meet you too! Please excuse me for a moment.” Gilberto smoothly leads Chepe a few steps away from Pacho, and lowers his voice. “Who is this guy? Is he in the business?”

“No. I met him during a hunting trip.” Technically that’s not a lie.

“Ok, but he knows me, and he knows where you live? What did you…” Gilberto pauses mid sentence, looking like he just realized something. “Wait, have you been smoking stuff?”

“What? No.” As soon as he denies it, Chepe knows why Gilberto’s asking. There’s an interesting lingering smell in the air, an earthy, natural scent. But he wasn’t smoking anything, not even cigarettes. Then he remembers the puff of smoke earlier when the fox turned into man. That must be it.

“Ah, actually yeah.” He decides to just go with the lie. “We were just having a smoke or two, nothing serious. I’ve known him for a while. He’s not in the business though. He only buys, never sells.”

Well, better to have Gilberto believe he knows a rich junkie friend than a fox monster.

“Hijo de puta.” Gilberto rolls his eyes, but visibly more relaxed. “Why didn’t you just tell me that, hermano? Got me worried there for a second.”

“Well, it’s before noon.”

“Like you ever cared. I’ll leave you guys to it then, but take it easy, alright? We have that meeting tomorrow.”

“Yeah yeah, of course.” Chepe agrees perfunctorily, urging Gilberto out of the room.

“I think I should tell you I heard all that.” Pacho speaks again as Gilberto leaves the house. “My hearing is more sensitive than humans’.”

Chepe silently walks over to the bar to pour a drink, and when he turns around, he has a loaded pistol pointing at the mysterious creature. “Alright Mr. Fox, or whatever the fuck you are. Sit down, and let’s have a talk, hm?”

“I thought we were already talking!” Pacho isn’t wincing at all, just like how he was in the woods a month ago. “You don’t need to do that, and I doubt you can kill me with that gun.”

“Well, I’m willing to try,” Chepe unlocks the safe, making a crisp sound, “and I have bigger guns.”

Pacho glares at him, a very real human expression. Then he sits down on the couch, seemingly more out of frustration than fear. “Fine, what do you want to know?”

“Everything. Start from your name.”

“I obviously didn’t have one. Why would I? I just made it up.”

That effectively makes Chepe forget the next question in mind. At this point, he should just be expecting every sentence coming out of this creature’s mouth to be a bigger surprise. He does find some humor in it though, because honestly, Pacho Herrera isn’t even close to the worst name someone can come up with on the spot.

“Why did you follow me?”

“I’ve seen countless hunters in the woods, and most of them were awful, so I’ve killed quite a few.” Pacho says that emotionlessly, like confessing to murders isn’t a big deal at all. “But you were different. I followed you multiple times, and you always had the cleanest shots; you never killed what you didn’t want to take.”

“You respect us. You seem like a pretty good human to be around.”

Chepe can’t believe his ears. All this, because he is an ethical hunter? And if he weren’t, this motherfucker would have killed him off in the woods?!

“Look, it’s really not as complicated as you might think.” Pacho looks into his eyes, and right there and then, he feels absorbed from the inside of his head, as if those brown eyes carry gravity on their own. This is raw power beyond humanity’s understanding, and all of a sudden, he feels like an idiot standing there with a gun.

But the pressure only lasted for a split second before Pacho’s eyes went back to regular warm brown. “Feel that? In your words, I guess you could say I can manipulate minds. Very few of us were born with a gift of special powers, but we need to work for it. It takes a couple hundreds of years to absorb enough energy from nature to fuel our own powers.”

“Ok…? Then what’s the deal with changing into humans? Is that just how you manipulate our minds to see?”

“No, of course not. This is how I look as a human. Foxes are not the only gifted kind, you know?” Pacho’s lips curve up into a tiny smirk, like he’s just sharing a little gossip, instead of changing Chepe’s entire world view. “I’ve also met two snakes; I’ve heard of birds but never seen one myself. None of them can manipulate minds, but I suppose they have other powers. Anyway, the point is: all of us can turn into humans once we are strong enough to do so, and that has nothing to do with mind control.”

“And?” Chepe lowers his gun and takes a sip of the whiskey, “That still doesn’t explain why. What’s the point of looking like a human?”

“Are you serious? All of us want to see what it’s like. You people…” Pacho gestures around the house, looking at him like he just asked the stupidest question. “We all live on the same land, but you humans built a whole different world on top of it. Who wouldn’t want to be a part of that, and know how it feels?”

That leaves a strange feeling in Chepe’s chest, like a tight soreness, not painful, but a very uncomfortable tension.

“So for your kind, all this power, all those years, all you want is to live like a human?”

“Is that unreasonable?”

Yeah! That makes no sense!

“Isn’t that a waste of your powers, your gifts?”

“Why? They can be very useful in human’s world.”

Well, that’s the truth. But that’s also the fucking problem.

“So what do you want from me?”

“Well, I was thinking now that you know I can look like a human, you can show me how to do these human things.” Pacho shrugs, “In exchange, I can use my power to help you, if you need it.”

“Alright, I see.” Chepe drinks a large gulp and puts his glass down. Now he kind of gets it, why these special gifted beings haven’t taken over the world yet.

“So the first thing about being a human: you need way better negotiation skills.”

@sikkui @ashlingnarcos @yourlocalspacewitxch @kesskirata @mandaloria314 @marrianena @alreadywritten @cherixrosa @cheesybadgers @cositapreciosa @criatividad-e @narcolini @drabbles-mc @passionatewrites

#pacho herrera #chepe santacruz #narcos #narcos fic #Chepe x Pacho #fanfic

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these sound really interesting but i behaved myself and picked only three 😇😁

Suzie📡: What is your earliest memory of the internet?

Dustin 🧢: If you were a piece of media, what iconic trope(s) would you be?

Steve 👑: If someone were to associate you with one item, what would it be?

MY BELOVED you’re so cute ilysm (also you picked out all my fav questions 😲 everyone else can go home now! -*they shout to an empty line*)

📡: i remember looking up horses (🐴👧🏻) and seeing that there was a black one named sparkles and i Wanted her so bad, never mind the fact that we lived in the suburbs. hmmm i also used to make cards on Word for all sorts of occasions, including a birthday party for my stuffed animals LOL. webkinz! build a bear dot com! my cousin beating a hard level of poptropica for me! omg i also had this animal vet game. and a dog game. facebook was the first account i got and i got it without my parents’ permission — just played a lot of farming games and aquarium games and baking games and took wayyyyy too many photos on webcam toy. i got into other social media because of michele phan and jenna marbles and the cool girls at my school. then stayed for fandoms and romanticizing my life. fuckin love the internet and all the aesthetics that come with it. the digital age of history is both scary and the coolest.

🧢: idk if this is a trope, but coming of age stuff rly resonated w me during the end of my teenage years. the unlucky lucky one. the unchosen chosen one. now if we’re talking what i would Like to be, put me in a fantasy world and let me loose! LOL

👑: harry styles 💀 i made that man my personality for so long. people used to ask how harry styles was instead of how i was 💀 i’m sure different people in my life would say diff things but i think this is the uniting factor haha. omg also peanut butter. i looove a good pb sandwich. pb on graham crackers. pb cookies. yum!

#ask #longjohnsoff

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gingerbravecookie · 1 year

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it sure has been a year: cursor's kind of retrospective (or resume idk) on 2022

happy new years everybody,, or new years eve depending on where you live at the time of reading this

I'll go straight to the point 2022 has been one of the most mixed bag of a year I've had since i have the memory

The start of the year was kinda cool honestly,, the weather in my country was great and i was starting to get new interests,, of course also expecting you know what games near the end of it,, going back to normal class was weird and tiring but i got to make new friends and recconect with old ones i hadn't talked to since the start of the pandemic,, i got to see the coolest fucking movie at the start of april and i loved it,, i had also met kit and joined pocket home and i met good people in there shout out to everyone,, the start of the year seemed pretty good

and then things started going downhill

for starters right at my birthday i started feeling kinda weird,, specially my nose felt funny,, the next day at school i was barely on my feet,, with my entire respiratory system in shambles,, with an awful fatigue and trembling every single moment,, i wanted to go to the nurse's office but i persisted due to having to show a cosplay i worked hard on that same day

long story short the next day arrived and i got positive for covid,, i spent two weeks at home

it didn't help that i missed multiple tests due to quarantine and had to do 5 the same day,, my stress level was on the god damn clouds

in that next month i caught colds and stuff way more easily but hey,, it was june!!! pride month!!! Gay month!!!! also i had finally decided to get into artfight and was ready to make refs for my oc's

Also i had made my very own server and got to meet cool people!!! shout out to kino,, harp and jaz

and then right before winter break started and got time to work on them and the event itself my knee snapped off

yes it did hurt like hell,, i went to the hospital and luckily i didn't need surgery but it was still awful,, i got out of the thing at 3 am and i couldn't even move

I spent the first few days of july on bed,, when i finally was able to barely walk again i got to do a few art fight attacks but then my family from the capital arrived and i couldn't access my laptop for two weeks,, i was pretty bummed out i barely got to do attacks AND that i had to be almost every single day to the doctor in order to heal my leg

also i joined ballcord and then maincord as my cookie run interest started coming back to me

anyways september came along and of course it was independence day for chile,, cool date tbh,, and i decided one of the most drastic meassures i took on my irl image,, i cut my hair

"what's the great deal with that" thing is i've had my hair pretty long and i didn't like cutting it at all,, but as i grew i pretty much realized i was growing out of it and it also became more tiring after it getting tangled everywhere,, best desicion of my life tbh it felt great

I got the funni squid game 3 as well

well i also continued getting sick as a downside of things,, which was weird as fuck since years prior i only got sick at least once a year

my school situation became worse every day,, my grades started lowering and to top that. i started getting bullied. again

i had been on that school since 10 fucking years and they still fucking bullied me,, none of the teachers did shit about it

my mom got an interview at school where they took account of my anger issues and fucking guess what happened there

after years and years of asking i finally got therapy

proper therapy as i had a meeting with one of them before and he just said i was a spoiled child lmao

so news!! I'm pretty much part of the autistic spectrum,, with very minor traits according to my therapist but yeah pretty much that

she's a cool person,, she really helps me and i mean that in a genuine way

my family. well,, they're trying,, our relationship has gone two sides and sometimes made me feel kinda shitty tbh,, anyways back to topic

even if my teacher knew about the bullying it still got worse and worse from heavy verbal abuse to almost physical attacks

the school said they would talk to the bullies and me to get to an agreement and then. never talked to me again

it would all come to a close in early november,, after i snapped in front of the whole class about it

i had a massive panic attack

i had to ask my mom to come get me early and i had to talk to the teachers where it turns out. they talked to the bitches but never to me.

if i had known that then i could have told them so they would actually stop

and then they started twisting the blame onto me for staying quiet when they didn't fucking tell me shit to start

anyways,, my mom decided i wouldn't go to that school again,, i have been home ever since,, we are hoping another school accepts me in the meantime

As of social media well. i have gotten into a few projects i want to really get through,, i still need to do owed art and i apologize for making it so late. i really really do

my first comic project,, a game (RPG maker Is a bitch sometimes btw) and of course my askblogs and au's,, I'll try to get them fully moving in 2023,, i really want for everyone to see what i have to tell storywise

also i hope i stop getting sicker lmao

i guess this Is going nowhere tbh,, kind of a long resume of the shit that happened to me this year and an excuse for why i barely post decent art and ideas here nowdays (sorry),, but hey at least i met cool people

thanks for sticking around Is pretty much what i have to say

2022 has been kind of a bitch,, here's to hoping 2023 Is at least a little bit better

happy new years everyone,, happy to still be here

-cursor

#sonic speaks

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waveridden · 2 years

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all the prime numbers for fic writer ask!

thank you for testing my basic mathematical knowledge. let's go

1: fic you're most proud of

i have several for different reasons lol but i was thinking about this powerful throwback earlier so i'll drop it in here: forward momentum is a rock band au i wrote when i was like 17 based on cw's wildly popular program the 100. it's a little odd in places because. i was like 17. but it was the first long project that i finished and it is something i still feel a lot of fondness for and i am so proud of it because i did it! it was the first project i committed to in that way. happy 7th birthday to that fic

2: what's a fic that took you to an emotional/dark/hard place?

writing stuff during the pandemic is very much looking back and going "oh, that was about the pandemic!" and nothing did that so extremely as stand tall, which is a blaseball fic about the snackrifice. i reread it a while ago and i was like. oh huh! a story about people experiencing physical separation who have to connect with one another via storytelling and adjust to the distance and loneliness! wonder what could've inspired that!

putting everything else under a cut bc i just realized how long this is going to be

3: what's a fic you're emotionally attached to?

oh i'm attached to many things i've written lol but i am going to shout out syrinx which is a taz balance merle character study about religion and is one of those things that i have just. always liked! sometimes there are ups and downs and sometimes "liking" things i write means going "yeah that was good" but this is one that i have always fully enjoyed and thought was sweet and i am immeasurably fond of it

5: what's a fic of your own you won't read?

my ofmd fic because it freaks me out looking at how many comments and kudos it has lol. i know this sounds like a humble brag but like 20% of the kudos i have ever gotten is on that fic and it's intensely intimidating

7: how does receiving or not receiving feedback impact you?

wow what a complicated question lol uhhh. the person whose opinion i care about the most is mine, let's start there. i try to write things that i am proud of and happy with. that being said! i like getting comments and kudos! i think it's cool when strangers read things i write and enjoy them, and sometimes it's frustrating when i put in a lot of time on something and it just...... doesn't get a big response. and at the same time i am always grateful for anyone who takes the time. it's one of those things where there are a dozen contradictory and equally true statements that i could say. i wish i could say the numbers don't matter to me, but they do! if i didn't want people to read what i write, i wouldn't post it. (there's plenty of stuff that i don't post!)

11: has a fic you've written ever caused issues/controversy?

there's a story here that i'm not going to tell lol but real ones remember free play (derogatory). my second answer is i wrote a page for the blaseball wiki recently that somehow indirectly resulted in a couple lore jams and major rewrites and issues. i don't really follow how like nobody told me i was involved but i guess i was

13: do you take pride in your writing, or does it embarrass you? why?

oh i'm so proud of it! this is a skill i've worked on and like i'm not kidding myself about my odds of getting published but that's not the goal, the goal is writing things for myself and my friends that i like and i am GREAT at that.

17: what is the best interaction/feedback/engagement you've received on a fic?

long comments make me happy! actually the thing that makes me lose it is transformative works, i've received three podfics and a translation and a sequel and some art (and of COURSE jamie who sent this ask sent me a physical bound copy of my d20bb fic destination as well as leaving a comment that delighted me and that's like. one of the all time coolest things.) idk i just think it's neat when my art moves people to make more art

19: if you could write an ideal fic, what would you include?

oh MAN what a question. uhh i'm never good at listing favorite tropes/plot points or things like that but i WILL say something i really struggle with is like. subplots and plot motion and things that feel external to the characters. so my ideal fic would include a strong subplot. (i am DYING to try and write a mystery sometime, i just haven't had a good idea yet.)

#waveridden.ask #jlinns #gilears #THANK YOUUU

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technodromes · 2 months

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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!" mondo proceeds to manifest seemingly out of nowhere *just* to tackle bepop into a hug. what kind of brother would he be if he didn't? he'll just have to deal with mondo tryng to crawl up directly onto his head.. as much as a skinny lizard like him could do, anyway. @eyeknowmayhem

[Beedeedledee's Birthday]

[🎸] "WOAH!" Bebop shouts, but he's pretty much just letting his bro hug him. Because well, Mondo is one of the few existing personalities on earth allowed to do so. Including a special permission that's doodled in crayons and all that.

"You know what's up, bro! It's the most coolest day of the year!! I just wanna rock it all day today!!"

#eyeknowmayhem #Muse: Bebop #Blog Event: Bebop's Birthday #V: Mutant Mayhem

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hooklong · 2 years

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Imeme irish birthday

When you can sit with that truth and hold yourself accountable for your part in the unfolding of your journey you will come to a realization of self that will guide you all the way home. We attract what we give focus to, we collide with the energy we hold within ourselves, we are constant mirrors of a bio product of the enviroment in which we have not only created but accepted or tolerated, regardless of what we percieve our circumstances to be. Thoughts are powerful, i believe that much but without practical steps, vision and risks towards something that sets your soul on fire changes and adverse situations to try distract you from your truth words are just words and the meaning we give them can vary from person to person. Its so much deeper than that, it'd be insanity if it were that simple. We are taught that our realities are a reflection of our thoughts and emotions and that we can alter anything with the law of attraction and i couldn't disagree more. Clean out the core soul clutter of built up three dimensional pathways to allow yourself the energy to overcome, heal and outgrow what no longer is. “To be a pioneer of your own life, living an existence that has purpose and meaning you must first remove the past baggage that takes up space in all of your body, home and surroundings. I’ll live an authentic life in the countryside with the one’s that fill my soul with the purest love,joy & inner peace. I will tell my children fairytales of my wild Irish wanders and show them a vintage wooden box filled with treasure that I’ve collected from each adventure. I’ll receive hugs and kisses from my warm hearted children when they wake from an uninterrupted night’s sleep.Įach deep cleansing breath that I take will be filled with love, light & gratitude. I will dance to an uplifting playlist in the kitchen while I cook breakfast for my family. I’ll pour a cup of coffee and taste the magic in each sip.Īs I open the window, I’ll hear the birds singing in the tree’s and watch as the bees play in the wildflower meadow. My playful pets will race to greet me each morning. My sacred space will be filled with healing energy, books, herbs, oils & crystals. Happy birthday, Joe Biden, and long live this awesome friendship.“One day I will wake up in an enchanted country cottage, scented with lavender & rose. Happy Birthday to the man who still takes my breath away. Dream big and embrace the possibilities! īiden’s wife, Dr Jill Biden, also gave her husband a shout-out on social media, describing him as “the man who still takes my breath away”. Happy birthday to America's favorite (and coolest) Vice President. Is Obama writing his own Barack & Joe memes now? Christmas is early this year. Kristine Hope Kowalski November 20, 2017 Red alert, Obama knows about our memes and pulled them out as a birthday shout-out. Reason #157,889 I love Barack Obama: He really understands the power of his own memes. That’s what I thought finally used himself as a meme 😂😂 He did his own Obama-Biden meme I'm losing it. The internet, of course, can’t get enough of it. Obama then added: “Happy birthday to my brother and the best vice president anybody could have.” “ME: Joe, about halfway through the speech, I’m gonna wish you a happy birth– The photos shows Obama giving an address with Biden behind him, with the former commander-in-chief writing: Happy birthday to my brother and the best vice president anybody could have. ME: Joe, about halfway through the speech, I’m gonna wish you a happy birth–BIDEN: IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!ME: Joe. To mark the former US vice president’s 75th birthday, the former US president posted a hilarious meme (what else). Bromance and memes never get old when it comes to Joe Biden and Barack Obama.

#Imeme irish birthday

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time-is-standing · 2 years

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top 10 songs of may

aka the best month of the year - for real this time

1. Keep Me - Acoustic by Imminence

this month I had the best experience ever. I went to a concert & I happened to be able to help out Eddie. I got to talk to the members of the band, I shared DM's with so many people from the team & the other bands (Port Noir and Novelists, gotta give them credit for being the coolest ever!!).

it was the most special birthday I've ever had.��

2. MEAN! by Madeline The Person

I love this song from the bottom of my heart. this was the 1st for a while but I needed the more chill tunes to calm myself down the last two weeks of this month, so yeah.

"one thing I like about me is that I’m nothing like you and I never will be"

3. Alleviate by Imminence

here again, this & temptation made me scream and shout like I've lost my mind completely. I bawled my eyes out through this song & the videos of my show, where Eddie was crying as well... words cannot describe how I felt there. it was so moving, I wasn't able to let it go ever since.

4. Me Myself & I by 5 Seconds of Summer

oh how could I forget? I also had my 5sos concert on the last day of april. it was super special, I made some new friends & actually helped pulling out a girl from the crowd. she had a panic attack and fainted right in front of me so I & her gf helped her and I stayed with them on the side where barely anyone were. we had space to dance, we sang the songs together and I sobbed to Jet black heart & many more songs right there. it was the second best experience in my life, I had so so much fun!!

5. Castaway by 5 Seconds of Summer

fell in love with this song just before the show. I knew it before but it never really excited me much. I've been listening to it for these last couple of weeks, it's the best to hype me up.

6. Queerball by McCafferty

guess who's back?

actually, I'm more queer than ever this month after watching & reading heartstopper & young royals so yeah. it's alright but I'm getting a bit tired of writing about this song every fucking month, lol.

but what I'm not tired writing of is the mcyt community. I've barely finished my other story (the wilbur soot one) and now I'm writing the most challenging thing: a story about a gay couple from two boys' perspective. it'll be refreshing to get out of the mind of whining girls but I'm a bit terrified as well. wish me luck.

7. Why Am I Like This? by Orla Gartland

this song from heartstopper literally made my heart stop just as that scene was playing. I never had these thoughts before about my sexuality as I am like the teacher from the paris trip, who's figuring shit out at 24, not really knowing what's what yet. I love singing this song, it helped me come to terms with some of the more hidden feelings I have to deal with.

8. King by XXXTENTACION

"leave me alone I wanna go home it's just all in my head I won't be upset if..."

this song! this song is the best one ever. I love it when I'm upset/annoyed. it clears my mind instantly and it helps me to stop panicking and focus on important shit.

9. Welcome to the Hell Zone by Bobby Raps, Corbin

this is such a mood! I've listened to this song before and it might have been on my lists before but this month somehow I fell in love with it again. I think this is a special one for me as my life often feels like the hell zone.

"you can help me if your aim is pure - but there's no medicine, you know the cure"

10. Memories by Conan Gray

another one from heartstopper. I've watched the show two times now and read the graphic novel & started the other books as well. it's so good, I love the no-drama aspect of the show even though there are things charlie and nick have to concour. it became my absolute fav tv show with the little animations (as my autistic brain can never seem to understand scenes just the right way and this helps so much!)

#my top 10 songs #top 10 songs #of may #may #2022 #heartstopper soundtrack #why am i like this #memories #keep me imminence #keep me acoustic #alleviate imminence #imminence #5sos #me myself and i #castaway #queerball #king #welcome to the hell zone

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randomshyperson · 3 years

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Good morning my love, how are you today? Have you drunk water? And don't lie to me, I don't think you have. And make sure to eat a meal for me as well.

But on a different note, I have come with another request. You seriously need to make a Kofi so I can send you money.

Natasha x Reader since I am still processing her death. Where basically Nat's family is like "so this is your girlfriend?" And it's like a scene where we basically did something stupid like get our hand stuck in a jar or something. And Nat's like, "yeah? I promise she's not like this all the time. She's actually pretty badass" but they don't believe it until one day the whole family and Y/n goes on a mission together and they actually see this side

Hello my friend, good morning. I had a decent meal today, and some water after you request me to haha. Speaking of request, I hope you like this, it's short but is made with love.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, fluffly.

Words: 1.006

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First and Second Impressions

You are failing to impress Natasha's family.

To be fair, it is not your fault.

A month ago, for example, when they showed up at the Avengers' tower by surprise, instead of the following week at the dinner you had scheduled for Natasha to introduce you all, they found you hanging upside down from the gym's training ropes. It wasn't your fault that gymnastics wasn't your thing, but you were upset at the way Melina squeezed her eyes shut as if disappointed while Nat helped you down.

And after that little incident, you hoped to get a better second impression out of the Romanoffs, but when dinner happened, things only got worse.

The lobster was fresher than expected, and it bit your finger. Natasha dragged you into the bathroom to get a bandage, and you saw that Yelena was holding back her giggle at almost seeing you cry over the small bruise.

And things only seemed to get worse with every interaction you had with Natasha's family.

Being Alexei's ride ended with a flat tire. Spending time with Yelena ended with you being a shy mess and making jokes that she didn't understand. And cooking with Melina was a ridiculous disaster, you couldn't even open a jar for her.

So you were planning something big.

Natasha's birthday.

If you could throw an amazing party, you would impress everyone, and make your girlfriend happy.

So you organized everything, the place, the decorations, the food, and the guest list.

Your fellow Avengers were happy to help in any way they could, but you said you preferred to do everything yourself, knowing that Tony and Thor weren't exactly the best at keeping secrets.

After setting up at the Romanoff residence, you checked your cell phone for the time.

You had arranged with Wanda and Pietro for them to bring the candles, but they were late. So were the rest of the Avengers. But with luck, it would all work out.

When you heard a car noise in the backyard, you felt your heart race.

They arrived early, well you just expected the candles to arrive before the party was over.

You hurried to turn off the lights.

That's when the trouble started.

Well, you forgot for a second that you were dealing with Russian spies.

Russian spies with a huge list of enemies.

When you heard the noises of cars parking, you assumed it was your girlfriend's lovely family, and not trained assassins looking for them.

"SURPRISE!" You shouted as soon as the door opened, and you had a second to notice the weapons before the men moved in.

Bad time for the Avengers to be late.

Your first action was to duck to avoid a shot to the face, and seek cover. The next moment you were grabbing the trays of food to throw at the attackers, and disarm them. It all turned into a mess of blows as soon as you managed to get up and attack the first of them.

You ended up on top of a man much bigger than you, but you had to use his advantage against him to take him down against your colleagues, and then disarm the other three.

A few more blows later, you finished, stumbling slightly away from the man you had knocked down.

You widen your eyes as you looked forward only to see the Avengers accompanied by the Romanoff family staring at you and the several fallen assassins in shock.

"Babe, are you okay?" Natasha was the one who spoke first, pushing Steve to catch up to you, and skipping one of the fallen men on the floor to raise her hands to her face, looking for injuries.

"I-I'm fine." You replied half breathless from the fight, and then embarrassed. " Dammit, Nat, you're early."

As Natasha checked you out, Yelena spoke up.

"Are you sure she hasn't been replaced?" She whispered to her mother.

"Two weeks ago she couldn't open a jar of pickles." Melina whispered back. "Maybe she has a twin sister."

"Yes, that must be it, no chance it's the same person who cried over a cut on her finger." Yelena muttered back, and Natasha released you to look at the two with a frown.

"I told you guys she was a badass." She speaks, making you blush.

Yelena holds up her hands in surrender. "Hey, hey, I believe you." She began with an ironic smile, moving closer as Steve and Sam moved to pick up the agents with Alexei. "The coolest thing about her is that she's not a poser like you."

You chuckle half-heartedly as Natasha rolls her eyes.

Looking around you sigh.

"Sorry, I think I knocked all the food over on the floor." You say clumsily, but Natasha smiles, slipping her arm across your shoulder.

"Damn, you knocked over the cake, too? We found the candles." Pietro announces next, raising the item in the air.

You let out an exclamation of celebration.

"No, it's in the fridge." You say, and make mention of walking away, but Nat holds you against her, making you smile. "Pick it up for us, Pietro?"

"Sure, pal."

Half an hour later, you are at a table with the Avengers and the Romanoff family, singing happy birthday to your girlfriend.

As soon as the song ended, everyone sat together while eating cake.

"And did you see the way she took the second guy down?" Yelena commented out loud making you shrink slightly in your seat in embarrassment.

"Please, she disarmed the third so fast, the second barely had time to fall." Alexei added proudly, and you exchanged a look with Natasha, who just smiled at you.

"I knew you would find someone as strong as you, Tasha." Melina tells her daughter with a wink, and you think you might cry with happiness.

And you feel that you don't have to worry about impressing any of them because all they do is praise the way you fought off ten agents all by yourself for the next few hours.

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anxiousstark · 4 years

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The times you wanted to cry in front of JJ but held back, and the time you didn't | JJ MAYBANK

Warnings: Sad, angst, mentions of a loved one dying, physical and emotional abuse, anxiety. Kiara and Sarah were already friends. FLUFFLY AND HAPPY ENDING.

Word Count: 2648

If you guys see my works in other websites, let me know, please. I only have Tumblr.

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Laugher surrounded you. Normally, that would be something you loved, making you feel embraced by a peaceful environment. The Wreck was empty, except for the pogues enjoying a friendly night, full of laughter, delicious food, and kindness.

Usually, you cherished those nights. They would end with Kiara Carrera, Sarah Cameron, and you, Y/N Y/L/N dancing on top of a table while the three boys grinned, betting on who would slip first. But also, preparing to get into action, to avoid someone getting hurt.

Except that night wasn't like every night. Your hands shook a little, gripping your phone tightly. Your eyes moved along that sentence, over and over again, in case you read wrong.

'Grandma passed away.'

Your parents were harsh on you. Every Kook parent was harsh on their child. But your parents had an important role that they had to maintain, being the ones in charge of every Midsummer. They needed to keep up with their perfect image, which meant that you had to keep up with it too. Even if it was too much.

Your grandmas was an exception, a lovely one. She believed in love, actually falling in love. She didn't like it when parents tried to search the 'perfect one' for their children, that perfect one being someone full of shitty money. She believed in freedom. She was the only person you went to when you couldn't cope up with some situations. She was always there, arguing with your parents, and swearing to all the gods and goddesses that you wouldn't end up being a stuck Kook married with someone who loved your status, and not your persona.

But now, she wasn't there anymore. She was gone.

You wanted to cry, you wanted to sob violently, and be embraced by your friends. And even if things weren't going to be okay, you wanted to hear them whisper that to you. But you didn't.

When Kiara's dad entered The Wreck because he had forgotten his wallet, his eyes spotted you, offering a sad smile. "Hey, Y/N. I'm so sorry." He walked to you, embracing you for a couple of seconds. Someone had turned the music off, and every pogue's attention was on you. "Bless her. She was an amazing woman. I'm so sorry for your loss."

You bit your lower lip, hoping that if you bit down on it hard enough, it would stop shaking. "Thank you," You whispered, trying to maintain a tiny smile on your beautiful face.

"Your grandma," He continued. "Best woman I've known. If you need anything, you can always come here." He waved, exiting the restaurant.

All eyes were on you, but you didn't break down. No. You didn't. Teary eyes were nothing if you smiled like everything was okay. Everyone would believe you were okay, right?

"I'm so sorry for your loss." Kiara was the first one to break the silence, then all of the others gave you their blessings, asking if you were alright. Everyone knew how much you loved that woman. Everyone knew you would do the craziest things for her.

To all the questions, you smiled, nodding your head and assuring your friends that everything was just fine. "She is in a better place," No, that was a lie. There was no better place for her than next to you. The person who loved her the most.

Everyone would believe you were okay? No, JJ Maybank knew you like the back of his hand. But he didn't say anything, just rested his hand on your back, rubbing his thumb in circles, hoping to offer comfort. You, again, smiled.

That was the first time you wanted to cry in front of JJ but held back.

Walking was hard, but you still tried to walk as you normally did. All pogues were to meet on the beach. It was the perfect day to get some amazing waves, to surf, to eat delicious and fresh food, to joke around, to make unforgettable memories.

You already had some unforgettable memories that day, but not the kind you wanted to remember, the kind you wanted to erase from your mind.

When you arrived at the beach everyone was there. The blonde boy waved at you, of course, waiting for you to go closer to them. When you did, they greeted you. It didn't matter how long you all knew each other, the excitement was always there.

It was a nice morning. Until it was time to go into the water, you didn't want to. That is why, you had left your surfboard at home, hiding in the corner of your room. But of course, you hadn't thought about how JJ always had a board prepared for if someone forgot theirs.

"I'm okay, really," Lying became easy as time went by. "I don't feel like getting into the water. That time of the month." You rested your hand on the lower part of your belly while lying again.

"But you love surfing," JJ stayed back for a couple of seconds while the others were already shouting happily, getting into the water, and splashing each other. John B grabbed Kiara, pulling her down while Pope told them not to play so roughly because someone would end up getting hurt. "You want me to stay with you?"

"No," You grinned. "Go into the ocean! That I'm not going to surf doesn't mean I don't want to see the coolest surfer in the Outer Banks."

He smirked, getting distracted from the previous conversation due to the flirty friendship you guys had. "I never knew you were THAT much in love with me. Do you have dirty dreams about me at night?" He licked his lower lip while grinning.

Your hand grabbed some sand, throwing it at him. "Go!"

He didn't go. He continued staring at you, deeply. "Are you sure you are okay?" You nodded your head which didn't convince him much. "You know that if you need to talk to someone, I'm here. We all are."

"JJ," You whispered. "I wouldn't lie to you. I'm okay. Just hate being a woman one time a month." You chuckled when he pulled a disgusted expression.

Looking at him run towards the others, the smile on your face vanished. Your tummy was full of red and purple marks, all given to you by your father. Rafe Cameron had given away to your parents that you considered yourself a pogue, escaping your house and meeting with the people you truly loved, and that loved you back. Your dad didn't like that, and everyone that knew him in a more personal way knew that he couldn't control his temper. He was the reason your brother abandoned the Outer Banks years ago.

You used to hate him for leaving you there with him. But now, you would stand in silence, receiving those punches if it meant that at the end of the day, you would be able to see your friends. To see JJ Maybank.

That was the second time you wanted to cry in front of JJ but held back.

You tried not to play with the fork, knowing that it was bad manners and that you would get a kick from under the table by your mom. You were hungry but also tried not to eat much because there were visitors, and your mom tried to convince you that a woman should not eat much in front of a man they are trying to impress. Bullshit. But you had to do it if you wanted to go to sleep without any bruise.

You weren't trying to impress anyone. Your parents wanted to impress the Cameron family. Sarah and you didn't look at each other, knowing that Rafe would be asshole enough to reveal how both of you knew each other because you went out with the pogues. Even though, he had already revealed that information to your parents.

"You two look so lovely," Your mom grinned, while Rafe's father nodded his head. "I'm so glad both of you had decided to go out together!" What?

What?

"What?" The mere question escaped from in between your lips. "I didn't-" You felt a kick under the table, you mom was glaring at you while your eyes got teary.

"Baby," She grinned wickedly. "Last night, you told me you had a big crush on Rafe. I know you are shy about these things, so I told him myself!"

"Woah," Rafe's dad intervened. Although, your eyes were on your mom, feeling completely disgusted by the lie she told. "It so amazing that you guys have such a close relationship."

No, you didn't. You guys didn't have a close relationship. You could never be close to someone who walked away when her husband beat the shit out of her own daughter.

They were arranging a relationship between Rafe Cameron and you. If your grandma was there, she wouldn't let that happen. But she wasn't which meant you were going to end up dating Rafe Cameron. Which meant you had to hide your feeling for JJ Maybank, again.

That night, JJ called your phone. He told you about how he had found this cute little puppy on the street, convincing John B to let him keep it. You almost cried while listening to his voice. Of course, you didn't.

That was the third time you wanted to cry in front of JJ but held back.

A red velvet dress embraced your body, arms full of goosebumps. You weren't sure if those were because you were a little cold due to the chilly night or because of the situation. It was your birthday, and you wanted to celebrate it. You wanted to go out with the pogues, swim, dance, or even just not do anything but be with them. But of course, you weren't allowed to.

The situation was even more shitty. Your parents had taken your phone, not giving it back, claiming that now that you were with Rafe Cameron it was even more important to be far from 'those stupid non-deserving pogues'. It had been weeks since you saw or talked to them. They didn't know what was going on.

You had ignored Kiara when she saw you shopping with Sarah. The Cameron girl swore not to say a word, even though she believed that it would hurt them even more. You had pushed John B out of the way when he saw you the other day, walking with some other Kooks, something you would never do. You had insulted Pope when he stopped-by your house to deliver some things. And a couple of days ago, Rafe Cameron had kissed you on the lips when he saw that JJ Maybank was walking to you, worriedly because you had been missing from all the pogues meeting.

So now, you were in the middle of Midsummer's party, eyes lost. The pogues probably hated you, not understanding your change of behavior. The hand that was resting on your lower back wasn't the one you wanted. And the eyes of your parents burned holes on the back of your head. Midsummer's were more important than your birthday. Not even your parent had wished you a happy birthday. Not Rafe Cameron, even though you didn't need anything from him. Not the pogues, and they had a valid reason not to. Multiple reasons not to.

Sarah did, but because she knew what was going on.

Kiara avoided you all night, not even daring to glance at you. Pope was helping his father serve food, and even when he went near you, offering food or drinks, he didn't look up to meet your eyes.

You didn't expect John B and JJ to appear at the Midsummer party. JJ's face was bruised, and your heart ached because you were always the first one to know about those things, but this time you weren't. The guards were already prepared to kick both boys out of the party.

Sarah and Kiara looked at each other, running toward both boys, hugging them closely. You couldn't help but smile a little when you saw the happiness on their faces. Especially, on JJ Maybank.

Pope glanced at his father, apologizing, and following his friends. All of them ready to leave.

Your grin vanished. Gaze focused on the floor. "I will be back. I need to retouch my makeup." You told Rafe, moving his hand away from your waist. You needed to go to the bathroom. You couldn't hold back the tears anymore. A hand grabbed your wrist, and it seemed like the music was lower, whispers louder. "Rafe, I really need to go to the bathro-."

Not Rafe Cameron, but JJ Maybank.

"Come," He swallowed hard. Your tongue came out of your mouth, licking your lips, even though it didn't work because your mouth was totally dry. "Come back to us." You heard Rafe call your name, and telling JJ to step away from you. "Come back to me, please." You couldn't hide his teary eyes, and neither could you.

"Y/N Y/L/N," Your dad. You flinched when hearing his voice. You avoided JJ's gaze. "Get away from him."

You clutched JJ's hand, lessening his grip on you. Turning around, taking a step to go back to where your parents were looking at you angrily.

"We came for you," His voice made you stop. "We came for you because Sarah told us this morning what was going on. You don't have to do this anymore. No one will do anything to you. You can come back to us. We want you back."

Your father grabbed his keys, knowing that was a warning. It wouldn't be the first time he punched you with those keys between his knuckles to make more damage. "I-I don't want to go back. I'm okay, JJ."

You heard him walk away from you, again. Your back still to him. A shiver ran through your body while staring at your parents. Your dad was smiling victoriously. You shook your head. Now, he was screaming your name. But you were too busy running toward your friends, who turned around. All of them had teary eyes because they thought they lost you.

Kiara was the first one to see you, smiling. Tears wetting her cheeks. Her hand rested on JJ's shoulder, he confused looked at her, then followed her gaze to look at you. Your face was wet, some makeup running down your cheeks. But you looked beautiful. You looked beautiful because you were running back to his arms. When he had you between his arms, he could feel the violent sobs shaking your entire body.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He cried. "You didn't have to be strong. You didn't have to be strong alone. You had us." He whispered. "You have us."

"I'm sorry." You wanted to say so many things, but those were the most important ones. You needed to apologize. Eyes closed while sobbing hysterically.

"Let me see your face," JJ was also crying. He tried to move you apart from his body so he could see your face, but you tightened your arms around him, even your legs. His hands grabbed your butt, keeping your legs around his waist, supporting you. "Let me see your face because I want to kiss you so bad."

And he did. JJ Maybank kissed you like this was a film or a book. He let his lips command yours, and he couldn't hold back when his tongue desperately needed to touch yours. "I love you. It's always been you." You let him know when both of you needed to breathe.

"I love you too," He happily cried. "I'm so in love with you."

The Pogues went close to both of you, gripping their arms around you. Sobbing. Crying. Weeping.

That was the time you wanted to cry in front of JJ, and you did.

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Denis and brother!reader?(not romantic but still) head canons?

I'm going to preface this with:

(\_/) ( •_•) / >🍪

- Mod Finn

Denis is the poster child for the Cain Instinct(tm).

Probably the older brother, let's be real here. If he's the younger brother he 100% used that to his advantage to get you into trouble.

If he's the older brother, he's probably dangled you over a full bathtub at least once while you two were growing up. Did he get caught? Absolutely. Worst day of his life.

Despite the few life attempts and many fights between you both, however, he will absolutely rip into anyone else who tries to hurt you, other family members included (at least, growing up).

Once fully into the Thumb, however, he sticks to the hierarchy; if you're lower than him and someone higher than him is using you as a punching bag, physically or verbally, there's not much he can do. You do find that the lower-ranking bullies are quickly silenced or taken care of, and some of them just never show up again.

If you rank higher than him it is going to take all of his self control not to dunk on you. You will see him quietly vibrating with repressed urges to be a little shit.

However, being his brother also means you have dirt on him, and he knows this.

His calm and cool (but also completely feral) vibes can be broken by a myriad of secrets you know about him..

.. Like him crying during a Barbie movie, for a more recent example.

Depending on how much older or younger you are than him, he's probably walked you to school a few times. If you're younger, all he's had to do upon joining the Thumb is walk you to school once- you've never felt unsafe again, and any would-be harassers steer clear out of not wanting to risk the Thumb's wrath.

Likely to get you an amazing birthday gift, but it's unlabelled because if you so much as suggested he loved his brother he will punch you in the kneecaps.

It's easy to tell which gift is his, though. It's unnecessarily gaudy, and horrifically wrapped.

Has either tried teaching you all he knows, or tried copying you and all you do at some point when you both were younger. He says it's his "I thought you were cool" phase.

He still thinks you're the coolest, no matter what you do with your life.

You're a cashier? Coolest brother ever, he has no patience for the customers that come into the store and can't be trusted with finances. You join him in the Thumb? Holy shit look how cool his brother is! You two could be leading this place some day, with enough hard work and respect. You're disabled and can't work? Dude. His brother is the coolest, spiting God and being happy no matter what gets thrown your way.

Will never say this out loud. Not even drunk. ... Okay just because he said it once to Boris while thinking you were asleep in the car during a mission means nothing. He was just testing if you were awake, that's all it was.

You two probably know the other's biggest secrets. He confides in you, and you're often the first person to know anything that's going on in the world of Denis.

If you're taller than him, he'll probably try to piggyback you. He likes to be tall, and he can also shout commands at you while on your shoulders. There's no real losing here to him (until you lean over, and he nearly falls onto his face).

He's an angsty, quiet, feral little shit, but he's significantly louder when you're around, especially if you're also quiet like he normally is. He says it's so that everybody knows who's the superior brother, but he's really just trying to get you both out of your shells.

If he had to choose between you and something he truly wanted, he's choosing his brother. Chances to get what he wants can come up at any time throughout his life, but if he loses his brother, that's that; he can't just up and get another one. He can't redo most of his life and go through with someone else what he's gone through with you.

#denis library of ruina #the thumb #denis #mod finn posts #MY FAVORITE OUT OF THE THUMB LETS GOOOOOOOOO - MOD FINN

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Every single episode of Ducktales (2017) Summarized in Roughly in One Sentence or Less!

Thank you Frank and team so much for introducing this family to a new generation of kids while remaining faithful to your source material. I hope you all enjoy my attempts at humor!

Woo-oo!: We don’t really know what’s going on yet but let’s do this!

Escape To/From Atlantis!: “Well I’m wearing a kilt McDuck! A kiiiilt!”

Daytrip of Doom!: They’re all siblings now and I love them all.

The Great Dime Chase!: “Shut up, everyone! I’ve done something brilliant!” (Also: Guess’s who my favorite character is?)

The Beagle Birthday Breakout!: Lena and Webby are best girls, fight me on this

Terror of the Terra-firmians!: This is the Spoopiest episode and also the most heartwarming.

The House of the Lucky Gander!: He’s an asshole but I love him.

The Infernal Internship of Mark Beaks!: He’s an even bigger asshole but I love him.

The Living Mummies of Toth-Ra!: I too would do anything for a good burrito.

The Impossible Summit of Mt. Neverrest!: “If I had a nickel for every person who cursed me with their dying breath, I’d be twice as rich as I already am.”

The Spear of Selene!: Of course Scrooge showed up freaking Zeus.

Beware the B.U.D.D.Y System!: The fusion of Iron Man and Sailor Moon I never knew I always wanted.

The Missing Links of Moorshire!: I always knew My Little Pony had a deadly fandom but this is ridiculous…

Mystery at McDuck Manor!: Took you long enough, Duckworth, welcome back.

Jaw$!: In this house, we love and respect Tiffany. (Also: Whoever came up with this episode title is the coolest person ever)

The Golden Lagoon of White Agony Plains!: Scrooge and Glomgold are in love with Allison Janney, and honestly, same.

Day of the Only Child!: Doofus is even creepier than Lil’ Gideon, and that is saying something.

From the Confidential Casefiles of Agent 22!: *hums James Bond theme intensely to myself*

Who is Gizmoduck?!: He’s not throwing away his shot! (I’m sorry, I had to)

The Other Bin of Scrooge McDuck!: I love Louie in this episode, he’s such a mood.

Sky Pirates… in the Sky!: The Pirates of the Caribbean meets High School Music crossover starring evil Panchito I never knew I needed.

The Secret(s) of Castle McDuck!: We’re all Webby in this episode.

The Last Crash of the Sunchaser!: *ugly sobbing*

The Shadow War, Part 1: Night of De Spell!: Donald finally gets the love he deserves.

The Shadow War Part 2: Day of the Ducks!: *spoiler warning* How is she still alive?!?!?!

The Most Dangerous Game… Night!: David screaming “GAME NIGHT!” is the best damn thing I’ve ever seen.

The Depths of Cousin Fethry!: I love Cousin Spongebob!

The Ballad of Duke Baloney!: Dammit, Frank.

The Town Where Everyone Was Nice!: They’re boyfriends mates, sorry I don’t make the rules.

Storkules in Duckburg!: Storkules is the ultimate Donald Duck fan, we cannot comepete.

Last Christmas!: Somehow the Ghost of Christmas McBrayer is the least surprising thing I’ve ever seen in this show.

Whatever Happened to Della Duck?!: Oh, so that’s how she survived.

Treasure of the Found Lamp!: Dijin is the best character.

The Outlaw Scrooge McDuck!: Yee–and I cannot stress this enough–haw.

The 87 Cent Solution!: *wheezing* Dammit, Frank…

The Golden Spear!: Oh my god, they were roommates!

Nothing Can Stop Della Duck!: Dammit, Frank!

Raiders of the Doomsday Vault!: “So stand out, above the crowd! Even if I gotta shout it out loud!”

Friendship Hates Magic!: Webby gets two friends for the price of one seance!

The Dangerous Chemistry of Gandra Dee!: BEAKS SMASH… THAT LIKE BUTTON! (I’m so sorry)

The Duck Knight Returns!: *spoilers* The single best superhero, origin story-based episode ever!

Whatever Happened To Donald Duck?!: *sobbing* He’s a good dad!

Happy Birthday, Doofus Drake!: This entire episode is creepier than most indie horror games.

A Nightmare on Killmotor Hill!: All the kids’ dreams are moods… except Huey’s, his dream can go jump off a microwave.

The Golden Army of Cornelius Coot!: Della is just pulling a Donald and adopting any and all kids within arms reach at this point.

Timephoon!: “I’m on it!” *gets struck by lightning* “I’ve immediately failed you!”

Glomtales!: I don’t know what’s more surprising, the fact that Louie won the bet or that they used Glomgold’s theme song takeover as the intro.

The Richest Duck in the World!: Drag them, Owlson. Drag them all…

Moonvasion! Part 1: *deep inhale* D A M M I T F R A N K!

Moonvasion! Part 2: Glomgold is my new favorite villain character.

Challenge of the Senior Junior Woodchuck!: Huey and Violet fight for the right to be crowned the squarest of squares.

Quack Pack!: Radical dude! *insert cheesy 90s riff here*

Double-O Duck in You Only Crash Twice!: We were all simping SO HARD this episode don’t think I forgot!!!

The Lost Harp of Mervana!: Scrooge fails a vibe check.

Louie’s Eleven!: Is it really a heist movie if something doesn’t go completely wrong?

Astro B.O.Y.D.!: So much ANIME!!!!!!

The Rumble for Ragnarok!: Eh, the MCU did it better

The Phantom and the Sorceress!: Seeing Gladstone suffer brings me an odd amount of joy

They Put a Moonlander on Earth!: They’re lesbians, Harold!

The Trickening!: Did… did no one really tell Launchpad how Halloween works?

The Forbidden Fountain of the Foreverglades!: If I had a nickel for every time a cartoon version of Ponce de Leon died a gruesome death on screen, I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice, right?

Let’s Get Dangerous!: *spoilers* THEY ARE A SUPERHERO FAMILY!!!!

Escape from the ImpossiBin!: Scrooge and Beakley are a little too excited to traumatize their family because of their trauma.

The Split Sword of Swanstantine!: Dewey and Webby literally walk in blind, Violet spices things up, and Huey unleashes the Rage™

New Gods on the Block!: The most accurate representation of Zeus ever.

The First Adventure!: Young Donald is one heck of a mood.

The Fight for Castle McDuck!: The sibling culture episode.

How Santa Stole Christmas!: Charles Dickens would approve, probably.

Beaks in the Shell!: Huey ships Fendra and Gyro needs to stop hiding in the closet.

The Lost Cargo of Kit Cloudkicker!: The Battle of Theatre Kids... in the Sky!

The Life and Crimes of Scrooge McDuck!: All the emotional weight was nearly overshadowed by One (1) attractive goth twink.

The Last Adventure Part 1; A Tale of Three Webbys!: They’re so cute! I love them!

The Last Adventure Part 2; The Lost Library of Isabella Finch!: Letting the kids on the plane is the single smartest decision Scrooge has ever made in his life.

The Last Adventure Part 3; Tale’s End!: *ugly, happy, heartbreaking sobbing* Woo-oo!

#ducktales 2017 #ducktales season 1 #ducktales season 2 #ducktales season 3 #dt 17 #ducktales spoilers #dt 17 spoilers #frank angones #don't repost #smilesthroughfandoms

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