#but it feels wrong to get all high and mighty about it when the problem kinda stems from the west profiting off the status quo there

[cyberrose2001]

hnnn I don’t normally ask for requests but my TFP fixation came back swinging, your drabbles have been a great read, and I have a mIGHTY NEEEED.. feel free to ignore this one, though!

Could I possibly request human fem reader that’s usually quiet and laid-back and laughs off their problems, getting caught breaking down because they’ve grown very attached to TFP Optimus (or Ratchet, I’d be happy with either) despite not having a guardian of their own (those two are busy mechs after all😩) and even though they’re ready to fight anyone and anything that threatens the ones they care about they realize they’re too small and weak to help protect them if it came down to it?

TFP Optimus x reader

Hi!! Thank you for requesting! This was very nice to write, I hope that this is something you were looking for… enjoy!! <3

Warnings: SFW/Fluff, very brief description of death, reader has slight crush on OP if you squint hard enough.

Word count: 1046

The problem with happy, go lucky people like yourself is that the highs are high, and the lows are low. Yeah, you’re content with whatever life hurls at you and tend to shake the dust off your shoulders, not bothered by grievances. But sometimes, you wonder what purpose you bring to this surreal life you’ve found yourself cushioned in. It’s a blessing and, unfortunately, a curse.

You met the Autobots about a year ago, another heavy boulder that life had hurled at you, but instead of shattering it into a million pieces just so you could brush it off your back, you found comfort and love in it. Especially Optimus, who of which was the one that suggested you join them after a near miss with Starscream. A robust yet imperturbable mech that you would lay down your life for, a life that is relatively minuscule in comparison to your larger Cybertronian companion.

That’s when your mind tends to drift to your purpose. What was the point of being a part of the Autobots aside from protection? When it comes down to it, there’s really not much you can do to help them significantly. You can’t cock a shotgun and run head-first into a hoard of Decepticons; one wrong step from one of them, and you’d be dead, reduced to smush in the dirt and most likely forgotten.

So you sulk. That’s all you can do. You sulk in one of the many corridors of the silo you’ve tended to call home because there is nothing that you could possibly do to safeguard him or at least return the favour for providing you with sanctuary. The floor is cold, but your tears provide a distracting warmth as they pool onto the arms you’ve buried your head in.

You’ve been sitting here for some time now, and your back is tingly from not moving. You’re entirely focused on crying your heart out that you don’t even notice the rumbling footsteps approaching your pathetic form.

“Y/n? Are you alright?”

Oh shit. It’s Optimus. You can’t face him right now, and you don’t want to. He doesn’t need to see how much you’ve been crying. So, you keep your head in your arms, hoping and praying that he’ll walk away, forget about you like your mind thinks he should.

He doesn’t, which you had expected. Instead, you hear the hydraulics of his pedes in what you’d suspect to be him crouching down and the gentle cold touch of a digit gently prying your arms away from your face.

“Has something happened to you? Why are you upset?” The gentle baritone of his voice is so soothing, yet painful to hear because at least he’s pretending to care about you.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” You croak, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand. It does nothing but smear the salty drops into your hairline. You take the opportunity to glance into his optics, and shit, does he have the most sympathetic look on his face you’ve ever seen from him.

Optimus quirks an optic ridge, then proceeds to sit beside you against the wall with a twang, vibrating the floor beneath you, “I believe I have been around your kind long enough to know that you are hurting,” he turns to face you, “I would not be troubled if you were to indulge me.”

There’s no getting out of this. You need to do what you do best and shrug this off your shoulders.

“I uh,” You sniffle before another barrage of tears flows down your face, “God, Optimus, I’m sorry about this.”

“Do not be,” Optimus reaches down to press a digit to the palm of your hand, an attempt that makes your heart skip a beat, “This is clearly something that is significant to you; take your time and breathe.”

You nod, taking a shaky breath as he orders, “Why do you care so much about me- I mean, us? Why risk your life for a human when you know there’s nothing we can do for you,” Another shaky breath, and you grip his digit, “Why do you do it?”

Optimus’ optics hover over your form, clearly thinking through your words in deep thought. He hums, then turns his helm to the wall before you both, “Tell me, why do you think we protect your kind?”

“Well, we’re pathetic, tiny, primitive meat bags who can’t even-“

“No,” Optimus interrupts you, shaking his helm. A small smile creeps onto his face, “In fact, it is quite the opposite.”

“But how?” You crane your neck to look at him, red, irritated eyes on full display, “How can you say that when we’ve done literally nothing to help your cause?” A pause, and you glance down to the digit that you still cling onto, “I mean- just look. My hand doesn’t even begin to compare to one of your fingers.”

Optimus follows your eyes to his servo, staring at it curiously. He then cups your hand around it, ultimately holding your hand, “It is not the physical differences I am referring to, but the selflessness of providing for us.”

You suck in a breath, blinking away the rest of your tears, “W-What?”

“I do not think you realise your importance to our cause. If not for the valiant efforts to provide us with crucial resources in our battle with the Decepticons, well, we would have no safe place for sanctuary.” Optimus gently squeezes your hand and looks into your reddened windows to your soul, “No place to call home.”

You stare up at him in shock. You never considered that there wouldn’t be a safe place for you to stay if humans hadn't given the Autobots a safe place in the first place. You’re not useless and weak like you think you are. The feeling of relief and disbelief is all too much for you to handle, and you let your tears fall once again, leaning down to rest your head on his servo.

Optimus is unfazed and lets you pour your heart and soul onto him. He closes his optics, basking in your presence as your sobs turn blissful. Content that he can provide you comfort and a safe space, as you have done for him.

#transformers #transformers prime #tfp #tfp optimus #tfp optimus x reader #tfp optimus x human reader #sfw #fluff #cyberrosewrites

[lovesick-feelings]

Hi!! Could I get some Yandere Toy Bonnie x Reader headcanons? Have a good day!!

Thank you for requesting, beautiful reader! (*^ ‿ <*)♡ Was I the only one put off by Toy Bonnie's voice in Fnaf AR? Don't get me wrong his lines are perfect. They fit very well with his high and mighty personality but his voice sounds so off compared to Toy Freddy and Toy Chica. ╮(╯∀╰)╭ I'm certain if they didn't edit the Voice actors voice to be high pitched it could've come off better (*/ω＼)

♡ How could this happen!? The last thing Toy Bonnie wanted was to fall for some… creature. If it wasn’t for your constant niceness, maybe he wouldn't think of you as often. He hates how much of a distraction you’ve become, yet he can never push you away because of that. *Sigh* Well, since you're obviously a fan, he can't just turn you away. Guess he’ll have no choice but to indulge in your presence. 

♡ Toy Bonnie believes you are the luckiest person in the world. Why? Because he likes you, of course! He doesn't take hours from his “Me Time” for anyone. From the moment you enter those doors, you’re supposed to walk straight to him.

♡ You need him, so he’s doing you a huge favor by letting you bask in his presence. Well, at least that’s what he thinks. In reality, he depends on you. He expects you to comfort him, cater to his desires, and listen to his long rants and gossip. 

“It’s a good thing I'm here for you Y/N! I wouldn't want my star to be alone on lunch break again” 🤭

“Weren’t you the one who asked-” 😔

“HUSH!! I’m doing you a favor!” 😡

♡ Toy Bonnie thrives on attention. Your regards, praise, hell you asking him how he’s feeling that morning makes him feel like a king. You are playing a dangerous game as too much praise will make him overwhelmingly cocky.

♡ Next thing you know, the boy needs repairs because he decided to rub it into withered Bonnie’s non-existent face. Too little will make him really whiny and annoying. He’ll glare at you and let out the most dramatic sighs until you bring it up to him. Even then, he’ll pretend it’s nothing if  you don’t beg for it. 

♡ He loves bragging about his star just as much as he does about himself. He has no problem talking for hours upon hours about how amazing you are. He’s like a used car salesman. You could be the worst at everything and he’ll still find a way to boast about you like you're worth a million bucks (He believes it but wouldn't say it out loud).

♡ You’re meant to be his and he deserves only the best. He often pulls you close and kisses you in front of his friends. Not only does he love seeing your flustered face, but he gets to make sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to. It’s a win-win!

♡ Toy Bonnie’s is extremely possessive. You could give Toy Bonnie thousands of compliments but he will never overlook the time you complimented someone’s new outfit.

♡ Sure, he'll be pouty around you, but the person receiving the compliment is going to go through hell. He goes out of his way to sabotage their day until they get the message to stay away from you. Next thing you know your co-worker has been fired due to “tampering with animatronics”,  “defamation of ingredients”, and in your bosses words “fucking everything up”. 

♡ Master manipulator. Toy Bonnie uses it against you constantly and he knows how to use it well. All of a sudden, he tells you how much he hates that co-worker you’ve been talking to. Did you not notice the way they forced their job on you despite them being able to do it? It doesn't matter if they need to attend to someone else. They don’t consider your feelings like he does. They're going to take advantage of you if you keep letting your guard down like this.

♡You’re so used to seeing his sassy front that when he shows defeat you can’t help but feel bad. As soon as you respond to his request, he'll embrace you, supporting your decision. The smug grin on his face would have been more noticeable if it wasn't for his hug.  He has you wrapped around his finger and he can’t help but fall for you harder.

♡ Now let's say Y/N is really good at seeing through Toy Bonnie’s Academy Award Performances. Bonnie's final resort will be kidnapping. You’d think he’d be too refined to do it himself, but he enjoys the chase. However, he’s suddenly reminded why he avoids it as you struggle against him. Why are you screaming so loudly? If you only listened, he wouldn't have to drag you by your foot to his room.

♡ Now that you’re both alone, it should be easier to maintain your concentration on him. Your stubbornness now is really bothersome, but it’s nothing he can’t fix now that you can only see him. 

“Ya’ know not just anyone is lucky enough to be so close to me. So make sure to only keep those eyes on me, star!”

#yandere toy bonnie #toy bonnie #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #five nights at Freddy's #fnaf #fnaf x reader #yandere fnaf #fnaf yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere hcs #yandere male #yandere toy bonnie x reader #yandere toy bonnie x yn #fnaf 2 x reader #fnaf 2 toy bonnie #fnaf 2 #toy bonnie x reader

[tfsr1rlfem]

Just me: (prologue)

Summary: in a time of war and isolation you stumble upon one person. Problem? You’ve hated him since middle school. Will you put aside your hatred to survive or will something else blossom amongst the wreckage.

A/n:: here is the prologue i really hope you guys like it, i will try to make the next one better/longer sorry if this is terrible, also a warning for a little violence

It was a strange feeling really,being completely alone.

She thought she knew solitude prior to the shutdown. She was wrong.

In the dinghy little house that had managed to be missed out by the ceads hoards, (Y/N) has holed herself up with around as much food that would last her the next couple of days. The family that lived there before had an immense stock of canned goods, so she would be eating well tonight.

Didn’t mean she wasn’t extremely paranoid however, curtains closed and a large dresser pressed up against the front door and what she believed to be the only possible point of entry in the building. Well that’s what she thought.

It has been exactly two months and four days since shed last seen someone.she missed it, he people, her family, her mundane high school routine that she was so used to.

Blinking away the tears at the old memories coming back to her she straightened her backup, it was aching and th-..

Wait.

There was a breeze on the back of her neck, just a light one barely shifting the small baby hairs on the back of her neck. But it was there.

Turning her fully body around she searched for the source of the wind, eyes landing on a slightly ajar window at the top of the landing.

Ears strained and breath hitched she listened for any sort of noise that would alert her of someone else in the house, but found none.

Keeping her wits about her but with a slightly more relaxed form she started her ascend up the staircase.

The steps made were calculated and barely there, the idea of what could be luring at any corner of the house made her sick to her stomach and she reached the top of the stairs painfully slowly pulling the handle and shutting the window closed with surprisingly little noise. With her small victory secured, she turned on her heel to find something else to secure the window with.

That’s when she saw it.

Huge and slimy and hunched over at the top of the other stairs on the landing. It was a sort of grey-ish colour and absolutely reeked.

She smell was so overpowering that she congratulated herself in not throwing up then and there.

But there were more pressing issues than her strong stomach right now.

There was no mistaking that its pale white eyes were staring at her, but it remained unmoving.

Then suddenly it lurched. Limbs clawing out trying to grab her as she dashed under, practically falling down the stairs to evade its claws. The creature made the most wretched and pained sound at this and chased after her.

Now what the fuck was she meant to do?

Looking around frantically for anything that could aid her, her eyes landed on a broom in the kitchen. Darting for it her arms lifted it above her like it was a mighty weapon, and she swung for the thing that was rapidly gaining speed on her, and striking it straight in the neck. It groaned again and she gagged at the smell it gave off. Eventually pulling herself together enough to ram the broom into the ceads eye she started for her backpack.

Luck was however not on her side os she came to the front door bag in hand, and her gaze landed towards the large wardrobe pushed up against the door.

‘Shit shit shit, this cannot be happening right now’

Huffing she passed on the wardrobe willing to all gods out there to let it budge.

No such luck. Desperate pants filled the hallway as the cead finally rounded the corner and locked eyes. With her struggling form.

Almost laughing it languidly dragged its feet across the carpeted floor, knowing se wouldn’t get out.

But however it seemed Jesus Chris has mercy on some as the wardrobe budged just as its claw grazed her skin, falling completely on top f the creature and freeing the door.

She lets out a breath of relief and wastes no time in sprinting out of the house heaving all the while.

She runs through the neighbourhood, where there’s one there’s many, and only rests when she’s a good while away from the house.

Her sobs are loud as she walks along the pavement but she dosent care. The pain in her arm numbing any judgment made and he pain clouding her head.

Only does she realise how stupid she’s being when she heard something, no someone move, and it. Takes them less than a second to round the corner and smash into her.

On instinct she gets up to run but notices something, this isn’t some big monster in fact this wasn’t a cead at all. In fact it was-

‘’No fucking way, (Y/N)’’ she lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in. Of course she bumped into him. In the middle of a zombie fucking apocalypse .

Steve fucking Harrington.

A/N: let me know if i should doo a tag list and if you would like to be added hope you enjoyed this chapter. Feedback welcome and appreciated. Thanks my loves.

#steve harrington #Steve Harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #zombie apocalypse #zombie au #enemies to lovers #hurt/comfort

[deejadabbles]

So, @blueink-bluesoul had me thinking about my clone wars OCs for the first time in years, I now have the mighty urge to make that everyone else's problem by ranting about them. I love OCs so feel free to get revenge by ranting about your own OCs to me!

Also if...if anyone out there likes these characters and wants to request headcanons on them as if they're canon characters...I would not mind that at all....

Please excuse my attempts at art, I've very out of practice with drawing 😞 Here's the picrews I used for the lightsaber and clone armor if you're interested

Mayreen Torrez

Hashtag your mom friend. She's between Anakin and Obi-wan in age. Auburn hair that she keeps long for the first half of the war, but, while saving her men from an explosion, she gets badly burned across her arms and face, also charring the ends of her hair. After that she keeps it short and has the faint scars of a burn mark on the left side of her face. (my current pfp is a picrew I made of her)

As stated above she's the doting mom friend. Holds to the belief that friendships and other relationships does not automatically = unhealthy attachment. So she's not afraid to make deep connections with others, especially other Jedi and her troops, she believes that balancing those relationships with healthy mindsets is the true test of a jedi.

One of those Jedi who's extremely vocal of her criticisms of the republic, considering the politicians are using the Jedi and clones as unwilling pawns in their war. There were a....few incidents during the war where she "bent" direct orders when she thought they might result in too high casualty rates or prioritized other things over civilian lives.

She's in love with her Commander, but she's determined to take those feelings to her grave- not because she thinks love is wrong, but because the idea of unintentionally abusing her rank over him makes her sick to her stomach.

Commander Zedge

Might as well be called Commander Dad. Keeps the sides of his hair shaved and long on top, secures it back with a ponytail. Has two long scars along the corner of his mouth and one over his eyebrow. There's a small tattoo over his left temple, the symbol is an ancient ward to protect those under your command.

Zedge cares about one thing: protecting innocent people, including his brothers. He only sees the war as a way to do that, especially once he sees how the separatist droids treat those on their occupied worlds. He is not one to spare criticism for the republic either, especially when Mayreen is the same way. He's aware that him and his brothers had no choice in this fight, even if most of them believe in the cause, and will help his General bend rules if it means protecting his brothers.

Speaking of, he was very skeptical of the Jedi leading the clones, and was convinced that they wouldn't care about clone casualties. Thankfully, just a few days with his new general made his worries fade pretty quickly. Especially when Mayreen showed respect for his tactical knowledge and combat skills. He firmly believes they're the best Jedi general/clone commander duo in the GAR given their perfectly aligned values. His opinion of the Jedi in general does a harsh 180 quick, and comes to respect the way they value life, and realizes that they also had no choice in this war.

Eventually this man comes to the mind-crashing realization that he's in love with his General. Has no idea the feelings are mutual and thinks he's the worst comrade ever for "disrespecting" her with his feelings. Every one in the battalion knows they're in love and thinks they're idiots.

Dott (the medic)

Precious, precious boy. Has a pretty standard haircut but keeps the front a little longer so he can spike them up. Has a tattoo of the medical symbol on his neck and a prominent smattering of shrapnel scars down his right arm, which he got while pulling Fixit away from a grenade that went off before they were a safe distance.

Total nerd, thinks laughter is good medicine and is ALWAYS telling bad dad jokes, no matter how many times they tell him to stop (Mayreen's the only one who laughs at them). "If you don't wanna hear my jokes Stop getting sent to my med bay!"

Is always researching stuff on the holonet, but becomes completely invested in research involving mental health. Makes it his personal mission to become the battalion's therapist as well as medic. Always sending tips on improving ones mental health to everyone's datapads, checking in for signs of PTSD after every rough mission, big advocate for talking out feelings rather than stamping them out. Meditates with Mayreen and Fixit and encourages everyone to join in. Long story short if you need to talk about anything please go to him <3

He's also a big animal lover and takes holopics of the wildlife on every planet they visit. Has been known nurse an injured animal back to health when stationed on a planet for awhile. Would probably sneak a bogling or tooka back to the ship if he thought he could get away with it.

Bravo (the pilot)

Chaotic little brother. One of those clones with the genetic anomaly of blonde hair, which he is very proud of. Constantly says his sweeping blonde curls are his best feature and likes being annoying about it. Has his battalion number tattooed on one forearm and a silhouette of his star fighter on the other.

Incredibly skilled pilot, he often offers air support for the ground squad. Known for his high risk=high reward maneuvers but is constantly in the med bay as a result. Jokes that him and Dott are besties now because of how much time they spend together <3

Loves being the center of attention and will get it even if it means being obnoxious. This goes double when they're on shore leaving and he always wants someone to have fun with. He's not really into commitment tho, at first he didn't realize that was something he should be upfront about when picking up dates, so after a few tearful Holo calls from previous lovers he's much more transparent about his wants now.

He's also the only OC who I know dies during the war. He sacrifices himself to save a refugee transport. He wasn't ordered to, he just knew the only way to save the civilians was to crash his fighter into the Separatist warship and he didn't even have to give it another thought. If his squad has taught him anything its that innocent lives always come first. Okay I'm gonna cry now

Fixit (the mechanic)

Shy baby. Keeps his hair just a little long and tied back at the nape of his neck. Has a scar across the back of his left hand and both hands are always scraped up and covered in grease.

Fixit got his name because of his genius skills in mechanics. Loves droids and is always keeping the ones on the ship shinny and up to date, which often results in said droids following him like baby ducks. The astromech Bravo flies with is constantly around Fixit cos of all the times Bravo's stunts have set him on fire.

Easily flustered, which makes him an easy target for brotherly teasing, this is where all the "droids are better than people" jokes come from. He takes an active interest in the way the Jedi calm their minds through meditation and asks Mayreen to teach him, they have regular sessions between missions. He also really appreciates all the confidence building advice that Dott and Mayreen give him.

Has been known to improve standard issue equipment, usually focusing on devices that can better protect him and his brothers. He's also constantly improving his oldest friend, Whisper's, rifle since he's the only person Whisper trusts with his gun.

Whisper (the sharpshooter)

It's always the quiet ones. He keeps his hair long and dyes the ends of it whenever he can, doesn't matter what color he just wants them dyed. Has lines tattooed around his eyes and mouth, then later on gets some blackout stripe tattoos down both of his arms. He also purposefully scared up his helmet to match his tattoos.

Got his name because he doesn't talk much and when he does, he's very soft spoken (he could make bank if he did ASMR recordings of his voice lmao). He's also the best shot in the battalion and is the best man to cover you on the battle field.

Him and Fixit were actually squad-mates back on Kamino and have been with each other since the beginning. They're best friends and you can usually find Whisper cleaning his rifle while Fixit rambles on beside him, tuning up the droids.

Whisper isn't really "shy" per se, he just prefers to sit by and watch, listen. This gives him an excellent insight into body language and can clock someone's intentions very quickly. Also don't fist fight him, he can predict your moves before you even know what you're doing based on your body position.

He may look intimidating but he's actually very sweet and gentle, just...don't insult one of his brothers or disrespect his General. He doesn't care what the punishment is, he will teach someone respect if they run their mouth in front of him.

I'm sorry these are all so long I just!!! I love my squad so much! They're a tight knit family unit and would literally do anything for each other 😭

#clone wars ocs #clone ocs #jedi ocs #star wars ocs #deeja doodles #oc: mayreen #oc: zedge #oc: dott #oc: bravo #oc: fix it #oc: whisper #my ocs

[esteemedproblem]

Gamzee & Karkat

[Plain text: Gamzee & Karkat]

These two are tragic. They care about each other, but in the world they were in, they weren't made for each other.

Gamzee was never in a mental position to be able to really help other people. Lil cal, no lusus, the pie. People either treated him high a mighty (Equius), with fear (Karkat & Tavros) or like shit (all of them minus Tavros I think.) They just shrugged off his addiction as that just being his personality. He needed help, likely help none of them could have provided, but they still could have been there for him. There is nothing wrong with needing more help than what you can mentally or physically give, but none of the trolls were really in the position to be able to do that for him. At best, they could have tried to help him get professional help if that even existed on alternia, and maybe as they all got older, they would have gotten him that help. However, the game would never allow them that growth he had to get through that with all his preexisting issues and get to deal with the struggle of being cut off completely unready which if you know anything about addiction is really bad. The game and doc scratch really did everything they could to make him a rage player and gave him none of the tools to become a healthy, stable rage player. In the canon story he really never stood a chance and that's so tragic to me.

On the other side of this ship is Karkat, who has spent his entire life afraid. He doesn't trust anyone, and his desire to attempt to help everyone, but especially highbloods, is probably influenced by that fear. He keeps avoiding his own problems, claiming he'll be a great government hero, so maybe he has a chance at living. His friends probably could have helped him survive if Condy wasn't receiving power from Lord English. Maybe Feferi could have stood a chance once she became an adult. Or even using technology to get him clothes that help mask his heat signature. I understand why he didn't, but I feel like he stood slightly better chance at his friends being able to help him if they were cool about it.

Specifically with his relationship to Gamzee, as long as he stayed afraid, it would never work out, and as a kid, he just assumed Gamzee was an idiot and not someone who needed help. Thought he was easy to deal with, annoying, passive idiot. I feel if he wasn't worried about dying every moment of every day he might have actually noticed what Gamzee was doing to himself and the harm it was causing the the aura of sadness that Gamzee accidentally slips through sometimes whenever people talk shit about him.

This is again just a ship that never stood a chance with the game in place, and doc scratches adjustments. I love them. I do. I believe in a hundred different worlds as they grow together, they find a balance. Karkat helping him and Gamzee protect him, but I don't think it would get better till they were at least 25. Both adults, have several years of therapy under their belt and being part of each others support system. (and maybe when they feel like it making out idk) I think the best thing for them the best trope per say is childhood friends that have a big falling out and meet each other years later and reconnect both nervous but genuinely missing each other despite their troubled past relationship so happy to see how far the other has gone.

We ship them both flushed, pale, both and fluctuating. We love our sad little gay men. They had no hope in HS tho.

#gamkar #gamkat #gamzee makara #karkat vantas #gamzee x karkat #karkat x gamzee #jests hs ship hell

[queenofbaws]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

🥹 well color me flattered you'd send this my way!!! hehehehe

the durellion affair: dragon age 2 | fhawke/varric | T | complete hawke and varric get word of a wondrous opportunity...there's a high-and-mighty orlesian family just begging to get fleeced, and maker's breath, they're ready to do some fleecing! problem is, there might be a murderer on the loose in the estate. there also might be ghosts. and a room full of cheese...? this one's a murder mystery full of intrigue, familiar faces, and - i cannot stress this enough - horrible jokes. i was grinning the whole time i was writing this ;P

still: dragon age 2 | fhawke/varric | T | complete there are lots of things hawke and varric are good at. most of them are illegal. if there's one thing they're both miserable at, however, it's, uh...sitting down and openly talking about their feelings, which is unfortunate really, because there are a lot of feelings to talk about. changing feelings. romantic feelings. BIG feelings. this fic is really just me waxing poetic about the vhawke dynamic the best way i know how: with heaps of angst and banter out of the wazoo! there's a happy ending though, i pwomise

no wealth no ruin no silver no gold: until dawn | gen | T | complete the curator swings by blackwood pines on two very unfortunate nights. he's interested in meeting the washingtons and their friends, you understand, just...well, not all of them. :) this fic is literally just an excuse for me to engage in one of my favorite pastimes - smooshing supermassive characters together like barbie dolls. the blackwood kids meet the curator! what could possibly go wrong???

the not-quite-midnight society +1: until dawn | gen | T | complete hnnnnnnGHHH i love this fic so much. this is an anthology series where, essentially, the blackwood kids sit around and tell each other spooky stories around a campfire. the events of the game do not take place, meaning hannah and beth are a-okay and toasting marshmallows like everyone else. everyone has their own story to tell, and while some are better than others, i think we all know there's only one master of horror on the mountain >:] (and it's not josh)

all in the family: until dawn/the quarry | gen | T | complete the precursor to like wringing blood from a stone, the fic i'm currently focusing on. after (miraculously) surviving the events of until dawn, jack "flamethrower guy" fiddler visits some extended family down in new york state. turns out dear sweet cousin constance and the rest of her brood are experiencing something of a problem there in hackett house...and there's really only one kind of problem you call a fiddler in to fix. this was meant to be a oneshot, but grabbed me by the throat so intensely that it turned into a full multi-chap with a sequel, so i think it's fair to say it inspired something deep inside me. take one grizzled monster hunter, add him to a house of deeply troubled people, toss in a few werewolves, and you know what you got? a bad time. a really, really bad time.

#theartofdreaming1 #asks #until dawn #dragon age #queenie writes supermassive #queenie writes dragon age #i refrained from putting my B I G fics up on here just because i feel like im always gabbing about those lmao #but i love all these so so much 😭

[oftlunarialmoon]

How to Have Confidence Without Tearing Others Down- Royals Lesson!

Originally posted to www.onlyfunthings.org on June 27, 2018

Ciao Royals! Today’s lesson is about how to have confidence, without tearing others down.

Confidence: the ever-elusive, go-to word of advice givers everywhere. “Just be yourself,” “fake it til you make it!” etc…

Confidence seems to be a mission impossible for many, a priceless, fleeting feeling that evaporates when we look into our mirrors.

Why do we lose confidence? Well possibly in part due to society and our peers, as it can be hard to feel secure and prideful when someone teases you or society tells you that you aren’t good enough. These words and ideas buzz around in our heads like angry hornets, stinging us back down anytime we want to feel great for once. And possibly in part due to ourselves, as we internalize these things and sting ourselves too.

I know it’s hard to look into a mirror and assure yourself that you ARE good enough, strong enough, pretty/handsome enough: it’s hard to convince yourself of your worth because of the aforementioned angry hornets in your mind.

Confidence, for those of us who lack it, feels like the coveted holy grail, and we feel like endless explorers who can’t rest until we lay hands on it.

So with that struggle established, I return to a phrase I’m sure you’ve heard- “Fake it til you Make it.” But I say, you should actually do this! It seems stupid, like pointless nice words to console the protagonist of an after-school special. It’s cheesy, it’s grade-A fluff, and it’s true. Yes, this gem of drama programming is absolutely great- in moderation.

“Fake it til you make it”- When I think of that, I don’t mean that you should walk around pretending to be high and mighty and better than others. I don’t mean that you should tear others down. I definitely do not mean to bully others to feel great.

When I think of this phrase, I think of building confidence through love, positivity, and self-love.

WAYS TO BUILD CONFIDENCE:

1.   Be a positive, caring person. It’s easy to feel bad about yourself when you’re mean to others. It’s better to be kind and positive towards others, which will slowly build your confidence in yourself. Because every time you think “I’m a bad person” you will have hordes of evidence proving you wrong. 

2.  Practice self-affirmations. Whenever possible, give yourself compliments. Yes, even if they sound phony. You need to get into the habit of giving yourself validation.

3. Practice self-care, even when you’re not having a hard day. You don’t need to “earn” a self-care day! You can practice self-care whenever you want. And if you have problems with confidence, maybe you need to practice self-care more often to prove your worth to yourself.

4.    When you’re in a good mood, make a “things I’m good at/reasons why I’m a good person” list. Refer back to it in times of crisis. If you can’t think of anything, ask your friends/family/partner to help you!

Here is a video version of this post:

Remember that you are worthy of confidence, self-love, and all good things. I love you all very much!

Remember to Stay Awesome and Love Yourself!

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[endmylife69]

The toxicity of Chichi's fanbase needs to be addressed.

They make fun of people for not liking her.

They give people shit for wanting Goku to be with someone else and thinking he deserves better.

They make people feel bad for not sympathizing with her.

They put high standards on Goku and expect him to be a perfect husband and father with no flaws, but Chichi gets a free pass.

They shit on Goku for not listening to her demands, (even though always he does when he's not busy saving the world) and not finding a job when she doesn't have one either.

They blame Goku for all of Chichi's problems and bad behavior, even though she's been a crazy bitch before she even met him.

They harass people for acknowledging that Chichi is abusive, and try to paint Goku as the abuser when canon suggests otherwise.

They insult people for taking the abuse seriously and saying "it's meant to be a comedy" or "it's just fiction" as if that should automatically dismiss all valid criticism. Imagine if someone tried using those same excuses for Peter and Lois Griffin or any other abusive anime relationship involving a tsundere.

They give Chichi all the credit for being a good mom (she isn't IMO) but ignore all the other better Dragon Ball moms who are actually good parents that don't need to use brute force to scare their children into submission just to get them to do what they want. Bulma, 18, Videl, Gine, Panchy. All of these women are objectively better moms than Chichi could ever be and her fans are jealous of that.

They don't allow any criticism of her. They can't handle it whatsoever.

They act like Chichi is an innocent martyr who can do no wrong and think anyone who says otherwise is a monster. Funny how people will always discuss when the same is being done to Goku, Vegeta, Bulma or Piccolo but Chichi apologists are swept under the rug.

They deny canon proof of Chichi manipulating Gohan into thinking he doesn't like fighting. He was only four years old when he told Bulma he wanted to be an orthopedist or whatever the fuck he said.

They get so mad when people insist that she forced Goku to marry her all because he proposed to her. Ignoring context at it's finest. He only proposed to make her feel better and felt that it was his duty to fulfill a meaningless promise that he didn't even understand. The fact that she faked crying because it seemed like he was about to reject her and then kissed him without his consent, fondled him for the rest of the day until his next fight, all while he's looking confused, scared, disgusted, contempt and uncomfortable at the same time never factored into their minds.

They treats THEMSELVES like oppressed martyrs because someone dared to say something bad about her.

I've have been personally attacked by Chichi fans more times than I can count, and I have seen other Chichi haters get unfair scrutiny and judgement. Yet I see her fanbase acting like THEY'RE the ones being victimized, but I see their fanbase doing more harm to the anti Chichis than the anti Chichis ever do to them. If just ONE Chichi hater says something mean about a Chichi fan, it's treated as generalization rather than an isolated incident. But I never see the other way around. And her fans act high and mighty like they're more sane than the haters just because they like Chichi and others don't.

#I will never understand Chichi fans #If anyone tries to treat me like crap because of this post my point will be proven #anti Chichi #pro character hating #Chichi haters defense squad #anti gochi

[sydsaint]

Love my goofball headbanger 💜💚🤟🤘🤟

Summary: The reader starts to lose it after Jay and so many others have left her. But Riley reminds her that he's still around, and he's there to stay.

It's late into the evening when you catch Jay packing his bags in the locker rooms. Confused about where he's going with all his stuff when it should be at the hotel, you confront him.

"Jay?" You catch his attention. "What do you have all your stuff packed up for?" You ask him.

"Y/N." Jay freezes and turns around to face you. "I didn't know that you'd be here, love." He chuckles nervously.

You nod, still confused about what Jay is doing here. "Yeah. But again, are we going somewhere and you forgot to tell me?" You ask him again.

"Not exactly," Jay replies. "Y/N...I'm catching a flight back home." He explains.

"Back home?" You reply. "What? But what about work? Is this about the thing with Hikuleo? Because we can't just give up now." You insist.

Jay shakes his head, clearly not on the same page as you are. "I lost the damn match, Y/N. What the hell else do you want me to do?" Jay raises his voice at you, hands balled into fists at his sides.

"I want you to fight!" You shout back at him, face red with anger. "What? Hikuleo beats you once and you just give up? That's not the Jay White that I know."

Jay scoffs, his ego getting the better of him. "Whatever. I'm Jay White, I do what I want." He insists.

"Well excuse me, mister high and mighty." You sneer back at him. "But I was under the impression that running away like a little bitch wasn't something that 'Switchblade' Jay White was capable of."

"Oh, screw off, Y/N." Jay's fists tighten at his sides. "I'm leaving, and that's the end of it. And If you want to stick around just to hold onto what little sliver of nostalgia for how things used to be, well that's your problem. But I'm done." He turns on his heels and storms off.

"Coward!" You shout back at him as he walks off.

You stare until Jay is out of sight, then your anger slowly begins to fade into disappointment and sadness. You were sure that if you pushed him enough, then Jay would stay. He's always been stubborn. But not this time.

Defeated, you head back to the hotel. When you get to your room, Riley is back from the gym and waiting for you and Jay to return. "Hey, Y/N. There you are." Riley greets you when you come through the door. "Where's Jay at? I texted him like four times, but he won't answer me."

"Jay's gone." You reply, emotion absent from your tone as you walk over to your bed.

"Gone?" Riley replies. "Well, when is he going to be back?" He asks you.

Anger starts to well back up in your throat. You whirl around to Riley red in the face again. "Damnit, Riley! He's gone! Gone, okay!" You shout. "...And he's not coming back."

Riley flinches slightly at your outburst. But he's seldom seen you angry before. Especially not like this. "Oh." He replies to your outburst quietly with a nod.

"Riley..." You look at him with an apologetic look on your face. "I'm sorry." You sigh. "I...It's just. Why? Why'd he have to go? Why does everyone always end up leaving me?" You finally break down and fall back onto your bed in total defeat.

"Awe, Y/N." Riley hesitantly walks over to your bed and sits down on the edge of it. He sets a gentle hand on your leg, afraid that you might get the wrong idea and snap at him again. "Jay's a cunt for leaving." He attempts to make you feel better. "They all are. But you're not alone, okay? I'm still here, aren't I?"

You sniffle and slowly rise back into a sitting position. Riley remains in place at the end of your bed with a sympathetic smile on his face. "You're planning on leaving too, aren't you?" You shake your head. "I know that you and Finlay have never gotten along." You remind him.

"Leave?" Riley snorts in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Are you kidding me? I'm your ride-or-die, sweetheart. You can't get rid of me that easily, Y/N." He teases you. A hint of a smile creeps onto your face at Riley's joke and he chuckles. "There's that pretty smile."

Riley reaches forward and lifts your chin with his thumb gently so you're looking him in the face. "I've got your back, baby. Always." He promises you.

"Promise?" You reply sheepishly.

"Til death do us part" Riley nods and before you know it, he's leaning in.

Your eyes flutter shut and you feel Riley's soft lips on yours, his stubble tickling your face. You lean forward a bit and Riley pulls you into his chest gently.

"What would I do without you, Riley?" You sigh into his neck.

"Be very very sad." Riley jokes and kisses the top of your head. "Now don't you worry about David Finlay. I can handle that maniac. All you need to worry about is you and me, baby." He assures you.

You lean back up straight with a small smile on your face. Riley reaches up and wipes a stray tear from your cheek with a cheeky grin. "Screw them all, right?" You giggle. "It's the great El Phantasmo and Y/N against the world."

"You know it, gorgeous!" Riley chuckles and leans forward for another kiss.

#njpw #bullet club #new japan pro wrestling #el phantasmo #jay white #david finlay #wrestling #aew #all elite wrestling #njpw fanfiction #bullet club fanfic #Elp my love #Hes such a goofball #i love him

[firsttarotreader]

Asking more about romance thing after I've been running out of tarot question idea recently 🤣

When it comes to communcation, if P is with a romantic partner and got into any argument, would he be

- the type that instantly shut off from his partner until they both cool down themselves to find middle ground, or

- would P just directly communicate what does he feel about the problem and what he wants to solve ?

My question is for general condition btw - either P is the wrong one, he's right, or both parties have their own wrongdoings. I hope it's not way too detailed or too much to be analysed through the cards!

Given that he's Aries and as far as I learn astrology (again still a noob), also I experience having an Aries coworker I meet everyday lol, I always feel like it's gonna be the latter.

But curious what the Oracle says! ❤

Hiya! So, to answer your ask, I split it in two separate questions, and the first one was whether he would be the one to shut off from the partner until they cool down to find middle ground in case of a fight. The Major Arcana were The Hierophant, Strength and The Hermit.

So, The Hierophant is curious because it makes me think he will act kind of high and mighty, like he knows it all, and he might want things to be his way and he will be strict about it. Strength points to him trying to keep his cool, being rational and levelheaded and staying calm to deal with things, not letting emotions take over. The Hermit points to him indeed isolating himself from the partner, to think and evaluate the situation.

The Minor Arcana were the 5 of Cups, 8 of Wands and 9 of Wands. 5 of Cups with The Hierophant means he might possibly feel like he was wronged, like he was disappointed, and he will sit there in his Throne of Righteousness feeling bitter because of the fight. 8 of Wands with Strength points to him wanting to solve the problem as fast as possible, he wants to be strong and sensible and make a movement to end the fight, but taking control of the situation, still wanting things his way. However, with the 9 of Wands paired with The Hermit, we see that he starts to overthink and hesitate and he becomes unsure about what to do, so he stays in isolation.

I would say he might have a tendency to isolate more, even if he really wants to end the conflict with the partner, but he might have a tendency to think he’s the one who’s right and just sit there being butthurt.

Then I asked the other angle, if he might be one to communicate directly how he feels about the problem and what he wants to solve. The Major Arcana were The High Priestess, The Empress reversed and Strength.

Lol. Both The High Priestess and The Empress reversed are not good “communicators” in that sense. The High Priestess is mysterious and enigmatic, and she doesn’t reveal herself fully, she doesn’t speak much about the way she feels, she will be subtle. The Empress reversed gets kinda blocked and struggles to express her feelings. She’s more imbalanced and possibly stubborn. Strength, again, shows him trying to control his emotions and be rational.

The Minor Arcana were the 5 of Swords, 9 of Cups and Queen of Pentacles. 5 of Swords is a card of conflict, of misunderstanding and lack of communication, and with The High Priestess it might be that Pedro could feel really pessimistic and defeated, thinking the person should guess what he’s feeling, should guess what is wrong, without him telling them everything. Again, some bitterness and him just not properly talking about it. 9 of Cups with The Empress reversed makes me think he has really high expectations about a partner. He has a hard time expressing his feelings and he keeps waiting for the perfect moment to talk, he keeps expecting things to just fall back into place again even when he doesn’t talk about his feelings. The Queen of Pentacles with Strength means he could possibly try to act as super grounded, down to Earth, practical and stable, like he’s totally got his shit together. Even if he doesn’t and is feeling wronged and butthurt.

We have a stubborn person here! Lol well, I think communication will not be so strong with him in a fight with a partner. He would tend to feel he’s right and he would want the partner to see that instead of saying it himself. Obviously I am not saying he never communicates, I am sure he does, but in this specific situation he might struggle to express his feelings with words.

#relationship #fighting #conflict #Readings

[polikszena]

Ficlet advent calendar - December 5

Title: Tiny Santa

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Characters: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Beau “Cyclone” Simpson

Word Count: 628

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Summary:   Cyclone calls Maverick into his office to tell him that he can't play Santa in the Navy Base's Christmas event, only because he is too small for the role.

December 5 – Tiny Santa

Captain Pete “Maverick” Mitchell raised a brow when he saw the Christmas decoration in Vice Admiral Beau “Cyclone” Simpson’s office as he wasn’t expecting the officer having a Christmas spirit. Noticing the Santa figurine on his desk with the sign saying, “Stars Hollow Santa Beauty Pageant 2003”, he had to admit he might have been wrong about Cyclone. He thought the vice admiral didn’t even want to coordinate the navy base’s Christmas event – it was given to him just because he was the only one amongst the higher ranked officers  who had done theatre before. The mental picture of Cyclone making a fool of himself on stage made Maverick’s lips curl up. However, he had to keep a straight face to enhance his chances to get the role of Santa, and he knew that laughing at Cyclone wouldn’t help with that.

Despite they were on much better terms than ever before, he still wasn’t the vice admiral’s favorite and he wanted to get the part so much. Putting on the red costume with a fake beard, giving small gifts to the children of navy people seemed fun. especially they probably wouldn’t recognize him like little Bradley did when he dressed up as Santa once. He couldn’t even say “Ho-ho-ho,” when the kid called his name with a wide grin.

“Captain Mitchell,” Cyclone began, getting up from his chair, “I looked through your application, but I have to inform you that the part was given to someone else,” he announced.

Maverick had to press his lips together to stop the question blurting out: Why? Speed-wise he would be the closest to match Santa’s velocity, he thought, even though the role did not involve actual flying. He couldn’t believe Cyclone called him only to tell him that he was rejected.

“Sir, may I ask why?” he finally spoke, congratulating himself for remaining this polite.

“I had to admit, your application was impressive,” the vice admiral told him, “but I had to refuse it, because let’s face it Captain, you are too small.”

“Excuse me?”

Seriously this was the only reason he didn’t get the part? Because of his height? He couldn’t believe it.

“Listen, Captain, Santa is a big guy with a deep mighty voice,” Cyclone continued, “and unfortunately you don’t have any of these qualities. If it was about delivering presents with a high speed, you’d have been my first choice, but this is about acting and not piloting.”

The vice admiral’s explanation felt like a slap on the face. Maverick’s cheeks were burning with humiliation, but he decided to hide it as much as he could, not wanting to give Cyclone the pleasure to see him suffer. He was right though: Maverick’s voice wasn’t very deep, and he wasn’t tall enough either. However, he hadn’t thought it would be a problem again ever since that roller coaster incident back in high school.

“Understood,” he finally said.

“You could be perfect for the head of the elves,” Cyclone offered.

Another slap. Maverick swallowed hard before answering.

“I’d like to decline that, Sir,” he said.

Cyclone nodded. He didn’t want to humiliate the captain, although he did feel a little satisfaction when he told him the news. It was a well-deserved revenge for all the problems Maverick had caused, but that was only the bonus. If he had never broken the rules, he would still be way too small to play Santa.

“In that case Captain, you’re dismissed,” he said.

Maverick nodded then left the room. Cyclone sat back down with a sigh, but as his eyes fell on the Santa figurine on his desk, he couldn’t help smiling. His glance then shifted to his notes. Now he had only one person left he had to talk to: Lieutenant Bradshaw.

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[cowboys-of-tombstone]

Johnny Ringo Proposal/Wedding Headcanons

✭ How have you and that bad boy, Johnny Ringo, been? It’s a shame he doesn’t seem the type to get marri-... he proposed?! Wait, when?!

✭ Johnny Ringo has a deeply conflicted and complex relationship with religion. He does have a belief in the divine, because of his upbringing. However, due to witnessing the sudden and accidental death of his otherwise humble, stout-hearted father, Ringo questions how can a fair and just God bring about a death so meaningless. Such a betrayal was the first step into a spiral downwards to a life of crime. Bearing all of this in mind, Ringo is searching for meaning through it all. Which explains why he maintained an interest in religious and high brow literature throughout his years. In the film, Ringo re-quotes the priest’s call to the pale horse rider. It seemed to me, based on his expression in that scene, that he almost wanted the priest’s hex to come to fruition. That deep down, he wants some form of divine justice to come and prove him wrong after all these years. Even if he doesn’t believe it would. But it did, not in the form of Death and his horse, but you.

✭ Yes, you! It wasn’t easy to get to know Johnny, but with time, patience, and plenty of elbow grease, the two of you bloomed into a solid relationship. But recently, Johnny has seemed a little distant from you. Not in the literal sense, it just seems as if there’s something constantly on his mind. You’ve tried asking here and there without overbearing him, but his answers are always the same, a simple, “I’m fine.” 

✭ Little did you realize that Johnny’s overwhelming distress comes in the form of how to propose to you, if he even should. He knows you love him, you’ve put up with his brooding nonsense for longer than anyone would be willing to. The long forgotten romantic in his heart pines to develop the love between you two further. And yet, there is a pit within him that makes his throat tighten and his stomach sink. He believes that just when he finds happiness within you, God, or whatever ruler of this reality, would cruelly rip you away from him. Worse yet, if it were just as meaningless as how his father was taken all those years ago. He had always felt this way over the course of your relationship, but just like most of his problems, he bottled this anxiety deep within himself. Now faced with the desire to marry you, the pressure has brought it all to the surface.

✭ As Johnny thinks, however, eventually, he reaches a simple conclusion. Even if, in due time, such a fate were to pass, it would be better that you two loved each other to the fullest, rather than holding back and wondering what if. Resolute within himself, he goes off to prepare for his big move.

✭ The next day was like any other, until Johnny Ringo asked for you to join him for a walk. This in and of itself was not unusual, in fact, it was the occasional pastime for the both of you. What was unusual was how excited he seemed to be for it. You ask him what has gotten him so happy for. He replies that he has found something that you’ll wanna see. The two of you ride his horse on a trail out of town and into the wilderness. As you approach your destination, Ringo helps you off his horse. Suddenly he begins to undo his red sash, you are thrown off guard with Johnny’s sudden bout of lust… until he simply comes up behind you and blindfolds you with it. He leads you by the hands a ways away from the trail and you feel the soil under your feet soften. Eventually, he tells you to remove the sash. Before you is a calm river with crystal blue water gently flowing, billowing green grass caressing the water’s edge, and mighty gnarled trees protecting it all from the unforgiving sun. One such tree shaded the land in which you and Johnny stood, flowers took root underneath the shade of its twisted branches, and in the distance, hummingbirds whistled to one another.

✭ You were so distracted by the beauty of the scenery you hadn’t noticed Johnny reaching into his pocket and lowering himself onto one knee. When you turn back around you gasp, freezing in place. Johnny shortly inhales before saying, “(Y/N), you can’t possibly imagine how I feel for you. The things you’ve done for me could never amount to the things I would do for you. But I’d like to try, (Y/N), would you marry me?” The tears running down your face were clear enough.

✭ If there’s one thing that Johnny asked out of the whole affair, it’s that the wedding be kept private. That is to say, that your closest family is invited if you’d like. His best man would be none other than Curly Bill, after all. But he refuses to invite anyone else in hopes that you'd agree with him. Especially the rest of The Cowboys. Even if he could quell them into behaving themselves, he’s still not fond of the idea of a big venue with tons of people. Johnny just wants a quiet, relaxing venue, without too many people.

✭ The day of the wedding arrives, taking place in the same spot he proposed to you. The sun is shining, dandelion pappus gently dance in the air, and the fresh smell of nature billows with the breeze. Both sides of the tiny venue were filled with your closest friends and family. And of course, standing next to you husband to be, was Curly Bill, trimmed and with his iconic hat held between his two hands.

✭ Your roguish cowboy awaits you in a dark gray suit, with his red sash surprisingly absent. Going along with his suit were matching dress shoes, a bow tie, and a lighter gray undershirt. His long bangs were trimmed shorter and combed to the sides, along with a freshly shaven face. You crack a heartfelt smile, it was as if all the worry and stress that bore on him in the weeks prior, had suddenly melted away. The only nervousness you could detect was from the same source as yours. A giddiness for today and forever after.

✭ As soon as he lays his eyes on you, his usual knife edge gaze softens to match a lamb’s. Despite having the venue entirely in the shade, a few glints of sunlight break through the leaves and land upon you. Johnny is left enchanted by your bright eyes and smile. He lets out a short chuckle, loss for words on your cherubic form. It was as if his whole life had led to this moment. He could finally let his guard down and let go of the past. He could open himself up entirely to you and look towards the future. You look up to him and see what no one else could, The Deadliest Pistoleer on the verge of tears. Quickly, you grab his hands and gently rub them with your thumbs. His hands squeeze yours tightly, reciprocating the gesture in thanks. 

✭ As you two read your vows, a thought suddenly occurred to Johnny. Throughout his years of reading classical literature, and amongst them, romances that he scoffed at, never did he realize that he would be experiencing what the greatest poets could only attempt to describe. Not only was he living in such a moment, but as the both of your lips embraced in a kiss, he thought to himself, ‘This is a helluva lot better.’

✭ The venue applauds, a couple even whistling and cheering. You start to laugh to yourself and when Johnny asks what’s so funny, you reply, “I can’t believe I convinced my family that I’m getting married to you.” Johnny chortles in retrospect of it all.

✭ After your kiss, a few of your family members brought their instruments to play a few songs. Naturally, you and Johnny have the first dance. Johnny is quick and light on his feet without being too daring with his dance moves. While having no problem in keeping up with you as you danced, there is a certain satisfaction that you notice from him as the two of you sit together and watch the other guests enjoy themselves.

✭ The rhythmic jingle of spurs caused the both of you to turn and catch Curly Bill on his approach. As Ringo’s best man, Curly Bill made sure to clean up well for his dearest friend. Of course, his curled locks were trimmed tight and combed over without a single hair of stubble to be seen. His boots were a glossy black with a fresh coat of polish, and the once faded straight flush that adorned them, were now vividly touched up. You’ve met the wily scoundrel on more than one occasion, with a personality like his, he’s hard to miss. Even still, as he stands before the both of you, he seems a little… sheepish. “Well, howdy, Juanito, (Y/N).” he says as he rubs his neck. “Who would’ve thought you’d be the first to get hitched.” Johnny playfully shrugs as you poke his ribs. Curly Bill continues, “I don’t wanna take too much of your time, so, congratulations. Just don’t go stealin’ Johnny away from us for too long now!” You laugh and reply, “That’s rich coming from the local lord of thieves!” Curly Bill flicks his tongue with his breathy cackle. He holds out his hand as you reach out to shake it, before he and Johnny Ringo come together for a tight hug. As they pull away, Curly Bill gives Johnny an encouraging shoulder squeeze before joining the rest of the guests to dance.

✭ All things considered, your family and friends were more curious about your relationship than worried. Both your husband and his best man had made reputations that reached the lips of even the most remote parts of the West. Yet as you both greeted and conversed with the other guests, you found them to be quite receptive to your adventures together. Furthermore, Curly Bill took on the role of an entertainer, keeping the guests busy and spirits high, while you and Johnny could finally relax in each other's company. 

✭ There weren’t many gifts, as there weren’t that many people present to begin with, but your friends and family came together with a combined donation to fund purchasing a home, your honeymoon, or whatever else the two of you wish. Curly Bill came with a brand spanking new horse. “This is from me and the boys,” he says as he slaps the back of the horse, “Well, really just me. But the boys wanted credit. Don’t tell ‘em I said.”

✭ In no time at all, the sky turns lavender and the fireflies begin to dance amongst the blades of grass. So too your guests sense an end nearing soon. For the last time, your closest friends and family come to congratulate you both and wish you luck for the future. As you watch your guests leave, you also decide it's high time to return to town for the night. Johnny lifts you upon his horse, before hopping on as well, with the newly gifted one in tow. Before you ride off, just as the sun hides behind the horizon, you and your newly wedded husband share one more tender kiss.

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#johnny ringo #john peters ringo #johnny ringo x reader #tombstone #tombstone 1993 #cowboys #cowboy #western #old west #western romance #romance #headcanons #x reader #reader insert #writing #fanfic #fanfiction

[therivergirl]

For Fenton and Gandra, respectively:

❣️ - What are their love languages?

🗣️ - How do they handle public speaking?

🤔 - What’s something they’ll never understand?

❣️ - What are their love languages?

For both of them, the most prominent ones are words of affirmation and physical affection.

They are both VERY physically affectionate types, especially Fenton. He is prone to small touches, like squeezing her hand when he hands her the morning coffee, taking her hand during dinner, lingering touches when he passes by etc. If the two are sitting on a sofa or laying on a bed he usually wraps his arms around Gandra.

Gandra is a bit less so on a day-to-day basis,but there is still a lot of casual touch from her side too.

However, this mostly comes to show when one of them or both are stressed. They might not know how to fix the problem right away, but they CAN offer a hug. Whether it's a project gone wrong, one of their insecurities rearing the ugly head or just a bad morning that included spilt coffee and forgetting an umbrella, they are always there for one another with a comforting touch.

As for words of affirmation. these two are NOT shy about how much they admire one another. And they both have their insecurities.

For Fenton, it's feeling like his projects are not good enough and that he is not doing good enough job as Gizmoduck. The latter especially shows if a civilian gets injured while a supervillain is raging around the city.

For Gandra it's her lingering insecurities about her projects being dangerous and her past.

But they are both always, always, there for the other with a kind word. They both know they need it, and they are great at it.

🗣️ - How do they handle public speaking?

Most of their public speaking, except for Fenton's Gizmoduck speeches, are science-related presentations, so I'll talk about those mostly.

Fenton is a mess. He is not necessarily anxious about it, though he can be nervous, but he is just so scatterbrained, especially when put on the spot that whatever presentation he is making will be a mess. He will go on tangents, forget what he actually needed to say, trip on his own feet, etc.

However, if it's something really, really important, he will take a cue from Gyro's book and go with cue cards. Not necessarily to mind his words or tone, but as a reminder such as "Hey, this section should take 2 minutes! Don't go on a tangent about the electrons and make it 12!"

When he is Gizmoduck, he is usually just giving a report one what happened so he can stay focused with more ease because he doesn't trail off into long tangents.

Gandra's speeches are much more structured but, even as she has a hard time admitting it, she is actually the one dying of anxiety before she has to present. She hates messing them up. A lot of bad experiences in her childhood made her anxious and Heron's general attitude to those working with/for her didn't exactly help. Gandra actually needs to take an anxiety pill before presentations because she might freeze up otherwise.

🤔 - What’s something they’ll never understand?

Ok, the last two were rather serious so here are some more light-hearted answers here.

Neither will ever understand the couples with overly cutesy nicknames. They know that if they hear each other use something like "Sweetiekins" unironically, they should back away slowly because their partner was either brainwashed or is a clone or a shape-shifting alien taking their place.

Gandra doesn't get high-heels. Anything over three inches is mind-boggling to her. Why would anyone wear those? Sure they look attractive, but is it really worth the discomfort? (She is not all high-and-mighty in that "I'm not like other girls" way about it, it just doesn't compute to her.)

Fenton doesn't get people who don't ramble about their interest 24//. Like, you're telling him that there are actually people who will not info-dump about their latest project to whoever is semi-willing to listen? What kind of witchcraft is that!?

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #river rambles #river answers #fenton crackshell cabrera #gandra dee #fendra #head canon

[sophsun1]

I didn’t like how Justin treated the guy he hooked up at Daphine’s party. Especially since that’s how he was with Brian when they first met he was clingy and somewhat annoying. I thought he would cut him some slack since he, he was the same way and he could relate to him. He acted all high and mighty, even Brian didn’t act like a complete dick to Justin when he tried to get rid of him earlier on in the seasons.

Especially, since it was the guy’s fist time so it made sense that he felt somewhat attached to Justin, just like Justin felt attached to Brian. To tell him it was only sex and it didn’t mean anything was wrong since Justin felt gutted when Brain told him he was only a fuck. Anyways, that’s my 5am thoughts for tonight

Hey anon!

Firstly that was the point it was to parallel the way Brian behaved towards Justin when he was the young, idealistic guy who happened to fall for the man who he had his first time with versus how Justin treated this guy. But since Justin's first time he's entered into a non conventional relationship with Brian, and realised it's not always that simple and can be messy and heartbreak is a part of that.

Yes, Justin was kinda harsh in his delivery but you could see the look on his face after the guy walks off upset that he feels bad about it. But in the moment Justin is panicking because he's broken the rules, Brian knows he kissed someone else and there's already that awkward atmosphere between them and now the guy shows up at his place of work! Internally he's like "no, no, no this can't be happening" he doesn't want this to escalate into something more bigger and messier. So with all the guilt he's feeling he does take it out on the guy in a more cruel way than he normally would have.

And there are moments pre and post this that I want to virtually slap Brian over his delivery towards Justin, he can be a dick in his own right too. So I can't hold it against Justin when he has a moment™️ of his own.

To be fair to Justin he didn't have to kiss the guy, he tried to give him a nice first time especially as he did see himself in him when he started talking about only wanting one guy and to fall in love and the hearts and flowers of it all. But at the end of the day it was just a fuck to Justin, he never promised him anything more, just as Brian said to him once upon a time.

Also britin are going through some relationship problems here, Justin is feeling insecure over how Brian feels about him and whether he loves him the way Justin loves him. Justin isn't the same guy he was in S1, he's survived a bashing, Chris Hobbs went free, he's been left a with a disability from it and add to that the trials and tribulations of dating Brian Kinney. So he's dealing with A Lot. He is happy with the rules because it's more than he ever thought he would get from Brian but then he goes out and breaks them after Brian encourages him to still be young and enjoy himself so there's guilt there. But he's in a more vulnerable state and needs extra reassurance which Brian doesn't seem to always pick up on and there is the breakdown of communication between them as the season ends.

Ultimately Justin isn't a mean spirited, hypocrite he was just going through a lot in his life at the time and he ended up taking it out on someone who happened to be there, he is only human after all.

#britin #soph asks #queer as folk #i kinda like the callbacks #and parallels #we get through the show #between them #it shows the ways #theve grown #sometimes better #sometimes worse #i dont hold this against justin

[musekicker]

If you’re still doing the prompts, how about Scar starting a stupid fight (like, “water is not wet” levels of stupid) with Donald solely to see him get angry because it’s amusing to him. Muse is So Tired and just wants to go back to fishing.

It was a good day to fish. And Muse was in the meadow, about to cast her fishing line when a ear splitting and familiar sound startled her.

"I wonder what upset Donald this time." Muse said to herself.

She would soon enough figure it out. It was hard to not know what was bothering Donald when he was bothered for very long.

Donald's shouting was getting louder and more angry in tone. It was normal to hear Donald all across the valley when he was upset but this volume could probably heard beyond the meadow.

A quick look showed Donald near the stairs leading to the meadow. He was shouting at Scar it looked like. Not a particularly promising combo. Muse took a moment to listen in.

"If you don't take that back-" Donald said.

The last of Donald's sentence got garbled in his angry sputtering. For the best for those over hearing this conversation. Muse could still tell it was something that she would not want to happen. 

Looked like this had become her problem now.

Muse sighed, put away her fishing pole and walked over to the lion and duck argument that was soon to end with one of them ending up dead. She wasn't sure which would be which considering Scar's claws and fangs and Donald's berserker strength when angry.

She put herself besides Donald and Scar and spoke up.

"Okay, what's going on here?" Muse asked.

Scar gave a withering look in Muse's direction and then a long sigh.

"Oh.. Muse. I suppose you feel like you need to stick your nose into this conversation." Scar said.

Muse knew Scar's expression was one of disdain. His default expression Muse noticed. And normally that didn't bother her. But when trying to diffuse Donald's anger, it was not the expression she wanted to see on the one who had probably started the whole thing, face.

"Yes. I am." Muse said. "Especially when I can feel the fact that Donald's about to snap all the way from the fishing pond."

Donald was absolutely looking like he was on the edge of snapping. He was clutching onto his fish pole so hard that Muse could hear the pole begin to creak, close to breaking.

"Good senses for a human." Scar said.

"Thank you. Now what is the problem here?" Muse asked.

"I was only telling Donald here that the tuna isn't a fish." Scar said.

"And I keep saying that that's not true!" Donald shouted.

Scar, smirk still on his face, yawned in a bored fashion.

"I dare say that it is true." Scar said. "It's not my fault that you are not smart enough to know these things."

Donald now looked even more angry. Muse sighed, now aware of what Scar's game here was. Of course he knew full well the tuna was a fish. He just knew that saying Donald was wrong was a easy way to rile Donald up.

"Why do you do this?" Muse asked Scar.

Scar smirked.

"Partly because it's so very easy to wind him up." Scar said.

Muse expected this kind of answer really. She attempted to look as stern as she could, hands on her hips and a glare in her eyes.

"Just because it's easy doesn't mean you should do it. Especially when the result will be someone getting hit at some point." Muse said.

"As if I am afraid of what that duck can do." Scar said with yet another hint of disdain in his voice.

Muse was pretty sure that

"I just want to go back to fishing, please." Muse said.

She knew now that she would not be getting back to fishing anytime soon.

"Okay. You are being a jerk." Muse said.

"Oh don't act all high and mighty with me." Scar said. "You were the one who told Gothel that you thought you saw a wrinkle on his forehead."

"Hey! You don't know if I did or didn't!" Muse snapped. "And this is different."

"I don't see how." Scar said.

Donald by this point was starting to calm down a little. Enough that he might not fall into his normal temper tantrum mode. Scar knew this and made things worse.

"The gold fish isn't a fish." Scar told Donald.

Donald let out the loudest squawk at that.

"I mean it Scar, stop it." Muse said, no humor in her voice.

Scar clearly did not appreciate that as he glared at Muse.

"Do not speak to me that way!" Scar said with a vicious growl.

Muse was ready to summon her shovel that she had nicknamed lion hitter by this point. She did not need to bother because for Donald the light threat was enough for him. In the next second,  Donald lunged at Scar.

Scar's wide eyed expression was that of one who did not expect to see consequences for his actions. He wasted his escape time being frozen in shock. Now it was too late. Donald tackled the lion.

Now Muse could had immediately grabbed hold of Donald and try to pull him off of Scar. She did however knew that Donald could handle himself and Scar deserved to get a few punches from Donald.

"I'm just going to give this a few seconds..." Muse said.

She counted up to eight seconds before she finally moved over to the fight and with all her strength pulled Donald away from Scar. Donald either did not realize he had been pulled off, being in such a blind rage. Or he did realize and he was still trying to get to Scar only to scare him. Either way it was working. Scar looked scared and was backing away.

"I'd go if I were you." Muse told Scar.

Scar didn't even attempt to continue the fight. He ran off back to his lair, tail between his legs. A wise move, Muse thought.

Muse kept his grip on Donald in case he wanted to give chase. Thankfully he did not. In fact he had stopped straining to break free of her grip for a bit now.

"Feel better?" Muse asked.

Donald was still breathing deeply, coming down from his rage. But he had the presence to nod.

"Good. At least Scar probably won't bother you for awhile. Not unless he wants another punch to the jaw. That was pretty brave by the way. You literally fought a lion."

"He made me mad." Donald grumbled.

"I know, I know. Want to get something to eat at Remy's?" Muse suggested.

That seemed to cheer Donald up and already he was starting to come down from his rage.

"Boy oh boy! Getting a snack sounds great." Donald said.

And off to Remy's restaurant they went. And the story of Donald's battle with Scar was spread as they ate.

#disney dreamlight valley #dreamlight valley

[foxsoulart]

Feral mode is triggered aka Chapter 4

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The boys had returned from patrol arguing. Tension had been high the last few days and it escalated that night. A few cross words and everyone spiraled into yelling. Master Splinter couldn't stop them no matter what he tried. "Boys please-" "IF YOU HAD JUST LISTENED TO ME-" " AND WHY THE SHELL WOULD I DO THAT OH HIGH AND MIGHTY" " RAPH YOU REALLY SHOULD HAVE LISTE-" "BUT DON LEO'S PLAN DIDN'T WORK ANYW-" "IT WOULD HAVE IF YOU HA-" "LEO, IT WOULDN'T HAVE"

They all paused to breathe in. Then Leo was tackled by a snarling Ali. "Ali stop! That's Leo!"

"Ah, let her he needs a few-"

"Raph she's using her claws!" Oh shell. Rushing forward they managed to get her off him; but not without getting hurt in the process. She lashed out at all of them, attacking anything that moved. Something was wrong, she was too animalistic, too savage and she had never attacked them before.

"Ali calm down its us!"

"We're not gonna hurt you!"

She hissed and spat from Splinter's hold. Thrashing as she tried to attack them. She flung her head back smacking Splinter's chin causing him to lose his hold.

"MIKEY DUCK"

Mikey hit the floor just in time as she lunged at him. "Sorry Ali" Raph murmured as he hit the back of her head with his sai's hilt. She collapsed unconscious, a snarl on her lips. "What was that?" Donnie asked as his legs gave out from shock and he sat down with a thump.

"I am not sure, but we must tend to you and your brothers first my son. As much as I hate to do so...Michaelangelo please go grab the rope, I'm afraid she can't be loose until she is in her right mind." Splinter's ears drooped at the thought of having to tie up one of his children. "Raphael can you help Leonardo get to the medbay? I will help Donatello" "Yeah, I got him"

The mood was somber as they patched everyone up. "I think...I might have an idea as to why Ali went....feral" All heads turned toward Donnie. "I think she sensed our hostility and anger, and maybe that triggered some sort of defense mechanism and I've noticed she's been hyper focused or hyperobservant the past few days plus she doesn't seem to do well with a ton of noise or things going on at once cause it would be harder for her to concentrate so our yelling may have startled her and kinda pushed her over the edge meaning she was probably overwhelmed or overstimulated or some form of that and her body's and mind's reaction to that may have been to regress into a more animalistic state and attack everything in an attempt to protect herself but I could be totally wrong I have no idea how exactly her mind works."

"And how would we fix or prevent that?" Donnie rubbed his head "I have no idea, not yelling at each other would probably be a good start. But I haven't researched enough on overstimulation to know for sure."

"So how do we get her back to normal?"

"I highly doubt simply not yelling would cut it."

"Hah, talk about an impossible task"

"Perhaps we should ask what exactly triggered it and work from there"

Donnie hmmed in agreement, hopefully she'd be back to normal when she awoke, otherwise they'd have a bigger problem on their hands.

Ali's face twitched and scrunched as she blinked awake. Shifting she noticed that she was tied to one of the pillars. Her ear flicked and she looked up at Raph. "How ya feeling?" She looked him over "Ali hurt you"

"No. That wasn't you"

"was"

"you weren't yourself-"

"was, Ali was. Ali hurt what supposed protect. Ali fault, should punish"

"No, it wasn't your fault it was ours. If we hadn't freaked you out you wouldn't have felt unsafe, so stop that kind of thinking right now." Her ears drooped "angry?"

"Not at you, let's get those ropes off" Untying her he sighed at her aversion of him like she was afraid of hurting him. "Do you know what triggered...the... aggression?" "Loud, bright, nightmare, family not safe, must protect, too much, too loud."

"Oh." He had not been expecting that knowledgeable and detailed of an answer. Great, that is alot of stuff to handle, ugh. "Well, Dad wants you to talk with him about it, he'll see what he can do to help. Donnie'll want to know too."

Quietly "okay"

Ali had been doing alot better after her talk with Splinter. And the boys now knew how to spot her warning signs and help her de-stimulate. The first and what they hoped was the last time they encountered feral mode, slipped into the past where it belonged as time wore on.

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#AliCat #Ali Cat #feral Ali au #tmnt #tmnt oc #oc #tmnt fic #leo tmnt #raph tmnt #donnie tmnt #mikey tmnt #2012 tmnt #splinter 2012 #splinter #master splinter #my fic #au #2012 au