#i don't know i just tag and see what sticks in my memory y'all

[agentplutonium]

5 + 1 headcanons :O

I got tagged by @mr-laveau to share headcanons which I love doing (kinda, there's a complicated process to get my brain to cooperate) so here I am! Gonna tag @maxpaulll @angelicaether @arrowfleur and anyone reading this but no pressure!! i just like seeing what ppl are thinking :D

rules: share 5 redactedverse headcanons you hold, plus 1 headcanon you're still working on!

5 Headcanons

I might not surprise anyone with this one, but I fully believe that Sweetheart is a pretty high rank in the department. In my fics I usually write them as Head Investigator but really it's just them holding a position of power in general. Especially six+ years into the game in canon like they had to have had at least one promotion.

Sam loves the rain. This is a fairly simple one, but I hold it dear to my heart. As an extension, I headcanon that vamps can go outside during the day when it's stormy out. I'm actually writing a fic currently with Sam/Darlin' that is discussed in this ask answer that explores this idea.

I didn't want to have more than one Sweetheart headcanon but it's me are we expecting anything else? Anyway, Milo is the only serious relationship that Sweetheart has had. I haven't explored this idea much in my writing yet, but like it's true in my heart. Don't get me wrong, Sweetheart still had their occasional fling, because they're too hot not to, but I love the idea of Milo being the only one to stick around and actually put effort into their relationship. There will be a fic that explores this eventually, probably. Oh, and this so ties into my whole "Sweetheart is on the aspec" headcanon that I keep writing/raving about.

Now for someone I don't normally talk about but still love just as much: David. David learned all of his cooking skills from his father from a young age. It was his and Gabe's thing growing up, and it's how he learned to love it so much. As a proxy to this headcanon, I think that David didn't want to cook after Gabe's death for a bit. He just lost interest in it after all the memories he's made around the act. However, as he learned to cope with his dad's death, he learned to love cooking again. It brought on fond memories that stung less and less the more he cooked.

One last headcanon I have for y'all, Baabe is also pretty high on the corporate ladder. This technically goes for Angel as well, but like I'm predictable and won't be talking about that. I don't know what sparked this headcanon but I also love this one. Basically, any time I can make The Mates™ as super important I will. Especially if it's the power couples of David/Angel, Milo/Sweetheart, Asher/Baabe. There's just something that itches that scratch in my brain about this kinda headcanon.

Plus 1 :O

This isn't so much a "headcanon" but there was, a while back, a small trend on tiktok about Traitor Sweetheart and I ran with it. There's a whole storyline behind it and everything. I haven't worked on it in ages but it's still one of my favourite AUs.

#redacted audio #plutonium_rambles #redacted headcanons #redacted rambles #‘pluto how much of these headcanons are you projecting?’ next question /lh #i love this game so much #I love reading head canons #if you guys want my thoughts on something specific just ask!! #i fair a lot better with pointed questions rather than open ended prompts #but i also love anything like this #redactedverse

[thelaundrybitch]

I posted 8,783 times in 2022

That's 8,442 more posts than 2021!

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Pillow Wars - TMNT HC's

TURTLE DOVES!

I hope y'all are doing well and staying safe 🥰😘

This evening I will be answering a FABULOUS ask from @lec743

The original ask:

Can you write a story about the reader (or an OC of your choice idc) having an all out Pillow War with one of the turtles (I'd prefer it to be all four of them but that's my only preference so you can make the singular choice of turtle if your adamant about sticking to one character at a time). I want mayhem! I want blood (the blood being silly string)! I want the king to fall to their pillowy demise! laughs evil-y clears throat Anyway, I don't want there to be any romance in it, maybe just playful flirting… And that just about covers it. Hope I'm not asking too much from you.

I had a lot of fun writing this! Thank you so much for indulging me with hilarity and shenanigans!!!

I hope you like it 😘

Warnings: swearwords, fluffy butt whooping, and lots of fun 😂

Another attempt at Gender Neutral reader insert - please be kind about any mistakes I may have overlooked 💜

Shout out to my girl @leosgirl82 for being my second set of eyes and the other half of my brain

Scooby Drew strikes again 😂🥰😘💜

Reblogs only please!

Pillow Wars

Pillow Wars 

Same ol' same ol'

You get to the lair

Raph is thumbing through a motorcycle magazine

Mike is sitting in the recliner playing a game

Don is in the lab 

Leo is locked in his room doing GOD knows what

And you're bored.

And since no one wants to entertain you

*ominous music*

It's time to shake things up

If your memory serves you correctly

Michelangelo

Needs a good ass beating

For eating all the homemade cookies that you brought down 

For EVERYONE to enjoy

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345 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

#4

Laundry Day

@turtle-babe83 got my brain turning about accepting asks, and I'm still not sure I'm ready, however, me and my girl @leosgirl82 conducted an experimental ask.

So, without further ado, I give you my first official "ask" featuring our man in Purple 😘

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

Reblogs only, please!

Laundry Day

Prompts in the ask:

40. Don’t tempt me

53. I’m always in the mood to play, my love

57. Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view

58. I want you so badly…

Man of the hour: Donnie Boy

God.

You were such a flirt.

You were making poor Donnie crazy, and you didn't even know it.

You two had been friends for the last couple of years, after having met accidentally while putting your trash out one night.

Thinking he was in the clear, he had come up topside, having decided on using the manhole cover next to your building. He had come up alone to test some new field equipment for him and his brothers and was setting up a bunch of the equipment when he heard you clear your throat.

He spun around to find you there with your arms crossed looking comically intimidating wearing a zip-up sweatshirt and some pajama shorts - that showcased your legs quite nicely if he did say so himself.

Well shit.

"Hi, uh… I was just…" he said pointing at his homemade equipment and bumbling over his words.

"I see that," you say. "Do you need help?" You ask as you approach the towering terrapin, with zero fear.

And that was it. The rest was history. You became his new buddy.

Over the next couple of years, you spent more time together than most couples. Donnie was extremely greedy over you and your time. He wanted you all to himself, but would never say so outright. He'd just demand you be at his side to help him or keep him company, so no one else could claim you. Not that you minded. His intelligence and wit had you hanging on his every last word. Not to mention he was sexy as hell. But, alas, in fear of making things awkward in your friendship, neither of you had ever pushed for more, despite the unbelievable sexual tension.

He was the cause of your sleepless nights and you were the cause of his daily cold showers.

And it had finally gotten to the point where you needed to let it out somehow.

That somehow ended up being relentless flirting.

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399 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

#3

The Broken Couch

Second experimental ask coming up! @leosgirl82

Actual prompt list coming soon! 😘

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The Broken Couch

Prompts:

16. I’m gonna do the type of things that happen in your dreams.

47. Why can’t I get enough of you?

55. You know exactly what I want.

Man of the hour: Raphael

Raph was gonna be the death of you for sure. Sweet, caring, gentle - very unlike himself, or so his brothers claimed.

It all started a year and a half ago when you met Donnie by accident. You found him treating a wound he had obtained, as he had reached through a broken window, in an attempt to retrieve a communications radio one of his brothers had managed to drop while flipping over the rooftops.

After helping him clean and wrap up the gash, you were also able to stick your small arm into the window and grab said radio.

After that, you became a regular down in the lair, always hanging out with Donnie in his lab to help him with whatever he was working on.

You were very close with the purple-banded turtle, but became quickly enamored with his brute of a brother, talking poor Donnie's ear off about your infatuation and frustration. He was your best friend, after all.

And despite Raphael's rough exterior, he was always soft-spoken and kind to you. Harmless flirting here and there with the occasional light brush of skin.

You did notice how he had started coming around Donnie's lab more and more often as of late, however. Hanging around, joking with his brother, while trying to include you in on the conversations. This did very little to help with your current unrelenting desire for him. It was starting to give you hope, which was a terrible thing, because you knew you were well out of your league. Just look at him.

Your thoughts about him had gone from zero to 100 real fast, and you were suddenly having intense sexual dreams about the sexy, hulking turtle-man.

Little did you know that for more than a year now you'd also been haunting his dreams.

"Why can’t I get enough of you?" He mumbles to himself as he watches you cleaning Donnie's office.

"I don't like her like that, you know," Donnie says.

"What?!" Exclaims Raph, in a hushed voice.

"Look, she's my best friend, yes," says the tall terrapin, who's now leaning in so only his brother can hear him. "But anything beyond that would be… Fucking weird."

Raphael looks at his brother with wide eyes - kind of like he was just caught with his hand in the cookie jar - causing Donnie to let out a low chuckle.

"It's written all over your face, dummy," he says, "you're completely smitten."

Raph lets out a breath he didn't even realize he had been holding and looks at his brother. "Is it that noticeable?" He asks, slightly mortified.

"Is the sun hot?" Donnie retorts.

Raph sighs looking back at your currently bent-over position, making him swallow hard, and needing to readjust himself, before you catch him with a banana in his pocket.

"So what then?" He asks Donnie.

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442 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

#2

Fulfilling Wishes

Hello Turtle Doves 😘

My insomnia would like to gift you some self-indulgent turtle-men comfort 💙❤️💜🧡🐢

Warning: mentions anxiety, and hints at depression.

NSFW ish? I guess? mostly fluff.

This is my first time attempting Gender Neutral, I apologize for any mistakes.

This was also my first attempt at a Reader x "Your choice of turtle" insert.

Please enjoy my bravery 😂😘🥰

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Fulfilling Wishes

It was cold, and the rain pelted down on your bedroom window so loudly that you were unable to sleep.

You missed him.

And it was ridiculous because you had just seen him less than four hours ago while having dinner with him and his family. 

Your family. They had taken you in and accepted you immediately after meeting them all. They had all been your saving grace. But he had been your real hero.

You had met him accidentally when you got lost down a dark back alley, trying to navigate your way home from a new job. Your phone had died, leaving you without the GPS, and an anxiety attack was on the rise. 

No friends. No family. No one to worry about where you were and whether or not you made it home safely.

He seemingly popped up from nowhere as you gasped for the air that refused to stay in your lungs long enough for you to calm down.

After talking to you for a few minutes and asking you some interesting questions, you realized that you were breathing normally again, which made you smile at him.

He smiled back and asked if he could help you get home, which you were incredibly grateful for, and took him up on the offer before he could even finish his question. 

You sighed as you lay there reminiscing and worrying about your vigilante friend and his brothers out in the horrendous weather. 

The longer you thought about all of them, the more you secretly wished he was there with you - all cuddled-up safe and watching a movie, like the two of you always did during the horrible weather. Or after a long shitty day. He was your safety blanket. Always there for you when you needed him.

And he was literally like a blanket. All warm and cuddly. You loved when he had those powerful arms wrapped around you, squeezed up against his chest. The way his steady breathing created the illusion of calming waves as his strong heartbeat erased your anxiety and stress from the long, awful day.

And he had a way with you. When no one else could cheer you up or calm you down, it was always him who knew the right words to say. He knew exactly what you needed emotionally, and he never failed to deliver it in abundance.

You yearned for his gentle touch and to hear his low voice whispering in your ear. You loved the way he would trace his finger down your arm… Or make little designs in the palm of your hand whenever you sat together.

It was always so… Platonic.

And you wished it wasn't.

Because you loved him.

As more than just a friend…

He filled the void in your heart that had almost consumed you all those years ago when you had lost your way - more than down a dark alley.

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557 notes - Posted August 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

First Kiss HC's

Hello, my Turtle Doves,

Inspiration hit.

Thanks to @leosgirl82 and @turtle-babe83

So, here are my versions of the guy's first kiss with the reader.

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

Reblogs only, please!

First Kiss

Leo

You'll be having a heart-to-heart.

And it's the first time in the seven years you've known him that he's opening up about his feelings.

To you

His best friend whom he has no idea is in love with him

And you're absolutely thrilled that he is trusting you with his vulnerability.

So you're making it absolutely clear that you are listening to every syllable that comes out of his mouth.

He notices how incredibly focused you are as he speaks

How your gaze keeps faltering and falling to his lips

Your glossed-over eyes watching as his tongue wets his suddenly very dry lips.

He's loved you for years but didn't want to push it.

He wanted to be sure his feelings were for real and not just a crush.

And boy were you making him feel real right now.

He pauses in his emotional confession

"Leo?"

God, you're beautiful.

He makes the decision

And you see it in his eyes, the second he does.

His hands come up to cradle your face as he places a gentle kiss on your confused pout.

You let out a small gasp

"Is this ok?" He whispers against your lips.

You nod and he pulls you in for another, this one full of all the love and emotion he's had building for all those years.

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835 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

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[evanesdust]

I posted 2,560 times in 2022

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I tagged 2,537 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#it's a queue life for me - 2,282 posts

#sterek - 1,326 posts

#fanart - 789 posts

#teen wolf - 407 posts

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#wesmie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

okay, y'all don't even know how excited i was when i saw the summary for this fic. i was like I MUST HAVE IT! and then i found out that @snarkatthemoon was the writer??? SHE IS AMAZING! and i've had the pleasure of working with her before so i was all OMG WE GET TO WORK TOGETHER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and now here we are! and we finally get to share our collab! which means everyone gets to flail with me over the gloriousness that is this fic! and i mean it! GO READ THE THING!

so without further ado, allow me to present:

Blue Rocket

author: snarkatthemoon | artist: EvanesDust rating: explicit | word count: 44k

Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Everyone Is Alive, Magical Stiles Stilinski, College Student Stiles Stilinski, Tattooed Stiles Stilinski, Drummer Stiles Stilinski, Bar Owner Derek Hale, Alpha Derek Hale, Mates, Strangers to Lovers, more like strangers to friends with benefits to lovers to mates, Pining, Misunderstandings, Stiles makes magical werewolf weed, Emotional Constipation, Switching, Accidental Knotting, Angst, mentions of previous Stiles/Danny and Stiles/Isaac, All of the Hales are Alphas, POV Derek Hale, Kate Argent doesn’t exist what a glorious life

summary:

There was an almighty crash of cymbals and Derek whipped his head over to the stage to see Drummer-boy launching into a pretty impressive drum solo. Since Derek had last looked, he’d removed his t-shirt. Derek found himself unable to look away from the pale expanse of his slightly-muscled torso, his eyes raking up and down the guy’s arms, and despite the speed of his movements, Derek could see that he had even more tattoos gracing his upper arms and shoulders. They all seemed to ripple and shift as he moved, as if they were alive...

Or, the one where Derek lives in San Francisco and owns a shifter-friendly bar is pretty happy with his life aside from the way his family is putting pressure on him to find a mate, as well as an emissary to help strengthen his claim on his territory. Stiles is a mage in a college band playing at Derek’s bar, and proceeds to take an interest in Derek. Can Derek convince himself that it’ll just be one night of harmless fun? Or does Stiles have the potential to bury himself just a little too deep under Derek’s skin?

117 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

#4

this love (came back to me)

written by: evanesdust rating: explicit featuring: childhood friends, temporary amnesia, a healthy dose of angst, and second chances written for the @twsterekbigbang with art by @peachicicle

summary: As childhood sweethearts, Stiles thought Derek would be his future. But after the death of the Hale pack, Derek broke up with him and took off—leaving both Stiles and Beacon Hills behind. 

Ten years later, Derek's back, and Stiles wants nothing to do with him. But when Derek's in a terrible car accident that leaves him with no memories of the past ten years, including the fact that he and Stiles have broken up, Stiles finds himself tasked with the role of caregiver.

As Stiles helps Derek piece his life back together, it brings about the age-old question: does time really heal all wounds?

excerpt:

"So what happens now?" Stiles asks. "Are you staying in town until you get your memories back?"

"Yeah, the doctor wants me to stick around for a couple of weeks. I don't know. We got a place downtown, but it's—" Derek sighs. "Everyone feels like a stranger. I mean, they are strangers. I recognize the bonds with my pack, but I don't know them. Even Scott. It's so different."

More silence passes.

"You're the only person who really feels familiar to me," Derek says. However, it sounds somewhat reluctant, like he doesn't want to admit it. 

It's ridiculous how much Stiles's heart thrills at Derek's words, even as it aches. Then he reminds himself that he's dealing with someone with a traumatic brain injury who's had his whole world turned upside down. 

"Do you wanna hang out sometime?" Stiles asks, surprising himself. It wasn't what he'd intended on saying. His heart races, and he wills himself not to overthink it. It's probably not a good idea. In fact, it's probably selfish or something because Derek should be using this time to get to know his pack. Still, he genuinely wants to help Derek—even though he's sure it will blow up in his face. "I mean, you know, um—"

"Are you sure? I don't want to make things weird or awkward. I know this isn't easy on you. One thing I remember is the look on your face when you saw me that morning. You were…not happy." 

Stiles can't help but snort. "Oh, dude. You have no idea. And I'll be honest, I don't know how I really feel about it, but we were always there for each other."

"I don't want you to feel obligated either." 

"Derek." Stiles waits until Derek's looking him in the eyes. "Do you trust me?"

"More than anyone." 

"Then let me help you. We can hang out. It'll be like old times. Maybe we can go to dinner or something."

Derek nods. "Yeah. Okay."

They exchange numbers, and Stiles blows out a breath as they walk out of Derek's room. 

With one last glance at Derek before he heads home, Stiles can't help but think, what the hell am I getting myself into?

175 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

#3

I thought Derek’s jersey number was 4, but my BH hoodie says 00 so I went with that Anyway, who can resist Stiles in lace panties? Not Derek, that’s for sure 😏

176 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#2

Derek in pink undies? Stiles says, yes please 😏

199 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

ahhhhhh! so i had the absolute honor of working with @isthatbloodonhisshirt for the sterek reverse bang this year. it was a blast flailing over the story as it was written (seriously, i squealed!) and am so excited that we finally get to share the fic and the art (with a bonus piece of sterek as kids because how fucking cute!!)

so without further ado, allow me to present:

Let Me Be Yours

author: isthatbloodonhisshirt  |  artist: EvanesDust  rating: explicit | word count: 30k

childhood friends, werewolves are known, soulmates, friends to lovers, high school AU, everyone lives/nobody dies, mutual pining, idiots in love, jock!derek, nerd!stiles

summary:

What if Stiles did end up believing one day and he got a soulmark and it... wasn’t Derek’s? What if it was a completely different design? Derek would hate the other person on principle because they would’ve gotten what he wanted.

Hadn’t he earned Stiles? He’d been there for him for years, and they were both such good friends, and had stuck by one another regardless of their differences. He was sitting in a fucking movie theatre to watch a movie he wasn’t at all interested in instead of playing ultimate frisbee with Boyd and some other friends, for fuck’s sake. He loved ultimate frisbee! Much more than superhero movies!

But not more than Stiles.

He couldn’t possibly love anything more than Stiles.

342 notes - Posted July 16, 2022

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[titheinironside]

WIP Game

Tagged by @cupofteaandstars, who can apparently circumvent my writers block.

Rules: show the last sentence you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

I'm doing a snippet because why not. Here's the latest section in my fic Slip Sideways into Reality (as if that'll make it stick this time):

Working backwards from the present moment, Addai attempted to wrangle his vaguely comprehensible wisps of memory into something more solid. He knew that he'd been here before, had a picture in his mind of a grey car and inexplicably flat tires that pulled a faint dread from somewhere before it disappeared into the fog again. Did he know the man in front of him? To his credit, the white haired man (and how strange, white hair in a place like this, it shouldn't look so pristine, it looked wrong) seemed just as shocked to see him. There... there was something wrong with that. Wary prickles of nerves ran down his arms, sending the dim room into slightly sharper focus. You know him. Don't you?

Maybe they could work out what was wrong together? He didn't seem to belong to the unsettlingly wet green halls any more than Addai did. Glancing down at the water pooling around his thighs and then back at the stranger in front of him, it struck him that his memory issues could wait. If they didn't find a way out before the next wave came in, well. He really, really didn't want to think about it. "Hey! Uh. I don't know you, but I don't think you're going to kill me. You don't look like you will, anyway. I'm trying to get out of here. Want to come with me?"

I don't personally know enough writers for the rules, but I'm sure as hell willing to tempt fate as a Lurker ™ in multiple fandoms. @wolfythewitch @aenor-llelo @imperialkatwala @whenisitenoughtrees @honeycowinnit @hellenite @caffeinewitchcraft @bunfloras @moonlightchess

Come have fun, y'all.

#my shit #ten years on this hellsite #oop i got bold at some point #tagging just all the fandom authors apparently #*grabby hands* Authors are amazing give me some of your ability #tithe actually posts oh wow look at that #And it's an actual fic no less

[itsadragonaesthetic]

Dragon's Spooky Tales Intro

I'm often extremely bored by most paranormal/creepy but true stories. Not to mention I don't trust pretty much anything I see on the internet until it's at least a little bit old, or it comes from very specific sources. Even then, it's hard for me to even take most of them seriously. I like stories that make me think. Stories that are told in urgency even though the event is years in the past. Stories with no scary music in the background, where every detail is painfully explained like the person is trying to beam it into your mind for the slight chance that you'll believe them. The stories are on the trembling lips of coworkers and not on soapboxes.

I often find these stories on obscure websites where people report their experiences. They're usually full of dumb and obviously fake accounts, but I'll find a story that sticks with me every now and then, no matter what I believe. Like the story I read where a woman was on her phone with her husband asleep beside her. In the dead of night, a tall, Hollywood movie, gray alien comes through the open door. She drew out the entire house for the sake of this story and gave a book's worth of context. The description of the moment and every event lasts pages and every one has me glued to my screen. Do I believe in the gray aliens from the movies and conspiracies? Eh, probably not. Her story alone, however, made me think. Even if I don't believe in that stuff, I can't help but believe her story, whatever that might mean.

Most people live very ordinary lives and we love these stories because they make us believe there's something more to it all. Like life is more mysterious than we give it credit for. People who want to believe in the paranormal can find it frustrating. Most of us have never experienced anything that couldn't be explained. Nor do we know anyone who has ever experienced anything of the sort. They're all just in the podcasts we listen to and the tiktoks we watch. I simply want to tell these stories because not only do I want to engage in the slim chance of finding anyone with similar stories but because I want to share the experiences I've had in my life that make me think there is something mysterious in the world that I may never have the answers to. They make me believe in the paranormal.

I'll be tagging all of these under #dragon's spooky tales. All of these stories are true to the best of my memory. Maybe I'll make a master list of them if I write a few and people show interest/want a post to refer to and read them later. Always feel free to reply and reblog and whatnot. Hope y'all enjoy.

#dragon's spooky tales #paranormal #cryptids #folklore #scary stories

[solemn-oath-of-mischief]

I posted 11 times in 2022

That's 1 more post than 2021!

10 posts created (91%)

1 post reblogged (9%)

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I tagged 11 of my posts in 2022

#marauders incorrect quotes - 7 posts

#source: perchance generator - 6 posts

#marauders era - 6 posts

#james potter - 4 posts

#lily evans - 4 posts

#marlene mckinnon - 3 posts

#sirius black - 3 posts

#dorcas meadowes - 2 posts

#not immcorresct quote - 1 post

#fuck you joanne - 1 post

Longest Tag: 39 characters

#immortal's marauders not so headcanons

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

marlene: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco. lily: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy. james: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance. remus: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.

9 notes - Posted March 29, 2022

#4

why didnt someone just sledgehammer the painting of sirius's mum it was just a permenent sticking charm right stuck to the wall, right why not just take out the whole wall then boom walburga gone then they can throw her into a volcano or something'

11 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

#3

Sirius: Marlene and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us. Dorcas: What did you do? Sirius: They chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window, and- Marlene: *walking in* Who wants a steering wheel?

12 notes - Posted February 6, 2022

#2

James Potter, mum friend of the marauders™: It's Hard Being A Single Mother, Especially When You Have No Children And Are A Teenage Male

15 notes - Posted April 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

*not an incorrect quote or headcanon post*

I FUCKING HATE JK ROWLING. SHE CAN GO DIE IN A DITCH FOR ALL I CARE. I HATE HER AND HER IDEAS AND WHAT SHE STANDS FOR.

i see so many people posting things about disliking hp and jk and most of the posts have the same thing relating to "if you still like harry potter then don't talk to me"

what if i cant help the fact that the main reason im still into hp is because my brain is clinging to, and will not let go of one of the only things i steadily remember from when i was younger, what then.

i respect the world, not the creator or the execution. joanne can go die in a hole for all i care, i hate her, but my head will not let go of the universe.

i fucking hate her and her ideas and what she stands for, but I cant let go of one of the only stable memories I have from when I was a child. the harry potter universe is one of the only things i remember from when my mother actually showed that she cares.

so if y'all want to unfollow me because I still like the hp universe, go ahead, I don't fucking care, but just know that I hate jk just as much as you do.

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.... apparently british marriage certificates didn’t switch their wording from “spinster/bachelor” to “single” until TWO THOUSAND AND FIVE

#laws #legal regulations #british history #marriage #i don't know i just tag and see what sticks in my memory y'all

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Baby Daddy Shigaraki fanfic pt2

It was a miracle that no one questioned the name put down when Shigaraki had to sign the birth certificate. You summed it up as fearing for their lives but it could be many things you try to convince yourself as the reality of your new life truly set in.

The after birth pain, though constant, was numbed whenever you looked down on your son's face. He had yet to do anything more than sleep, much to your annoyance. And was aggressive when breastfeeding  much to Shigaraki's enjoyment, "Just like his father." 

Dabi was the second one to hold Daiki after Komugiri but the look of horror on his face when you fully released the baby into his arms was one that deeply concerned you. "It's breathing." He whispered to you eyes wide.

You signal for Komugiri to stand close behind Dabi just in case he really lost it. "Yeah Dabi.....he is breathing...cause that's what living things do." 

Time skip

You sigh as you finally set Daiki down inside his new bed for a nap. His small face looked so delicate surrounded by soft lavender blankets. His whole room theme was a soft purple as preferred by Komugiri. 

You closed the door till there was only a sliver of light coming in just in case he woke up again, then you headed to your living room. 

Shigaraki sat on the couch shirtless and flicking through TV channels. "Why are you still here?" You ask as you walk to the kitchen to find your tea. "What do you mean?" You stir four teaspoons of sugar into your coffee. "I got Daiki under control, you don't have inconvenience yourself."

Tomura flicked through the channels once again. "You and Daiki are not an inconvenience, you're both my responsibility now." You release the spoon causing it to clink loudly against your ceramic cup. "I don't want you to force yourself to be here, you've obviously proved that you don't really want to be apart of this."

"Y/N come on now this again?!" "Yes this again!" Shigaraki groaned scratching idly at his neck. "I've already missed the hidden trailer off Daiki's life I'm not going to miss the prequel sequel." You groan softly, "Stop talking in video game terms you know I don't understand!"

Shigaraki stands up and walks to the kitchen now leaving only the island separating you. "Look you can hate me all you want, I don't care, hell I'm used to it. But you are not keeping me from my son." You shudder at the tone Tomura spoke at.

There were very few times when you've heard this voice and luckily it was never directed to you. This voice meant that what he said was final and he would not go back on it no matter who got in his way. "I would love to have you in his life Tomura, but I don't want what comes with it." You finally say, making Tomura throw his hands up in defeat.

"What do you expect me to do woman?! Make him tag along on "Bring your child to work day?" You turn away trying to contain your annoyance in fear of waking up the baby. "I'm giving you one chance to get your shit together, don't mess it up." Behind you, you could hear the steady steps of Tomura retreating, "And I'm giving you a chance to see how stupid you're being right now."

Before he completely walked away he stopped, "I am going to check on Daiki since it seems like he's the only one that appreciates my efforts."

Once you heard the familiar creak of Daiki's bedroom door you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. "How did I get like this?" 

It of course was on a Saturday, as all good stories do. You were working a waitress job at Denny's as a way to earn some pocket money for your first year in Japan. 

"Table 3 we got your Bourbon Chicken skillet, Fish and chips, two waters, and a cherry sprite." Your say setting down all your items before walking to the booth next to them. 

"Hello welcome to Denny's, what can I get for you all tonight?" Dabi at the time, had a nonchalant hand over Twice's mouth most likely to stop his internal bickering. Komugiri was navigating the kids menu with a then 15 year old Toga. Spike ordered some Fish and Chips as per usual and Shigaraki was starting at your tits.....

Shigaraki was staring at your tits.....

He was STARING- I think you get the point

"Hey birthday bitch what are you ordering?" Dabi said snapping Tomura back to the present. "Uh.. get me a steak skewer." Dabi gasped, "I spent all my time and hard work scrounging up money and you get a damn steak skewer for your birthday?!" 

The five stages of grief came over you internally as you had been standing there way past your recommended time. "If you guys aren't ready to order, I'll just come back-" 

"No no no, we are ready. Can we get chicken on a stick with a side of grapes and fries for the young lady. Steak and eggs for me...Dabi? Dabi leaned back simultaneously releasing twice. "We would like a 3-egg omelette-with some cock!" 

You didn't get paid enough for this.

"I'll get you the omelette but I'm afraid I'm out of stock for that last part." You smirk, putting down the orders so far. Dabi snapped the menu shut, "Do y'all have chicken tenders?" Dabi asked, looking at you hopefully. You nod and he fist bumped Twice for some unforeseen reason. 

"Uh get crusty over there a Supreme Sizzling Skillet." "Wait why can all of you get chicken but I can't?!" You wrote down the orders and glanced at Shigaraki who was now looking directly at you as if you held all the answers. "Okay for drinks?"

   As you got off work, you took the back alley entrance to the bus stop. "Hey." Your scream and toss a punch into the darkness effectively making skin to skin contact. "Ow what the fuck?!" "What do you mean what the fuck you're the rapist!"

Shigaraki's signature light blue hair appeared from the shadows almost glowing from the dim alley light. "Rapist? No, I'm more on the lines of stalker." You stand there for a moment rethinking your life choices. "Yeah okay well I'm going to go-" "Wait!" 

You feel half of a hand grip onto your wrist stopping you in your place. "I uh... Think you're cute and, ah crap what did Dabi tell me to say?!" 

As he mulled over his choice of words you hesitantly reach into your purse for pepper spray. "Uh I was wondering if I could get to know you?" He finally ended off staring at you expectantly. You looked back at him expectantly.

"I know this seems creepy but I'm not exactly good at talking to people that are not my friends so you're kinda boss level interaction." For a while your stare at each other as the cold fall wind blew past the two if you. Giving up, you sighed and pulled out a price of paper, "Look, if I wake up tomorrow and none of my underwear is missing and window is not mysteriously open, I'll give you a call, but don't expect it!"

And he didn't expect it. To your surprise, you never found any ominous signs of entry into your substitute home, and he never 'conveniently' showed up at your job. 

Even so, the very fact that you called him was during a moment of weakness. You were extremely home sick and you had just moved into your new home that was only equipped with a fully furnished bedroom and a microwave. 

When you heard the hesitant knock on the door you quickly put your cup of noodles down and opened the door. In your face was a rose...a single rose in a pot. 

Thats different

"It was short notice and it's not like any flower places were open.... So I stole it." You gingerly take the plant into your hands, "It's the thought that counts (?) Come in." You shut the door behind him and set the plant in the kitchen. 

"You must forgive the dryness of my home, I just moved in so there isn't much going on." Tomura hummed as he felt his bones relax as the warmth of the house filled his body. You stared at each other for a while, awkwardly sweating back and forth. Finally, you both opened your mouth to speak up.

"I didn't know I'd get this far so.."

You blink at each other before you double over with laughter. "Uh okay, well how about we watch a movie, get comfortable. The TV is in my room so I hope that doesn't bother you." 

You put on Wall-E for lack of better mood as Tomura hesitantly settled on your plush bed, hands clasped tightly between his thighs.

You two watch these movie in silence and shared popcorn. It wasn't awkward silence though, it was needed. A unspoken message saying that you both acknowledged that this was weird but it was a good weird. Both of you were willing to give it a try.

"Hey pass the popcorn." Tomura said blindly patting the air in front of you. "No you've ate most of it already!" You opted to keeping the bag as far as possible. "It's good popcorn now hand it over." You continue to resist but he was more stubborn.

Unable to think of any other way to save your beloved popcorn you clench your eyes shut and deliver a small peck to the tip of Shigaraki's nose. 

Almost as if shocked, he slides away holding his nose gently. You huff with airy laughter at his flushed face, "Told you, this is my popcorn." 

You smile softly at the memory wiping away a stray tear from your face. "One chance... I'll give him one chance."

You tiptoe to Daiki's new room and peek inside. It was too dark for you to see inside so you opened the door completely. You blankly look into the empty room before falling to your knees. "SHIGARAKI TOMURA I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" You scream into the night air as you glared into the baby less crib.

"Man are you sure you should have him here? He's still a newborn and nothing's baby proof, hell this is a bar so it's far from sanitary!" Dabi said glancing into the baby carriage. Daiki sleepily gazed up at Dabi and babbled. 

"Y/N and I are going through a small set back so I decided to give her some space." Tomura unclipped Daiki from his carseat and picked him up holding his head in a four fingered hold. "We decided to give her some space isn't that right?" He cooed at Daiki who gingerly hit his nose.

"Dude stop, seeing you with a baby is giving me the creeps." Shigaraki glared as Dabi took a shot, "Ignore your uncle Dabi he's just mad he's not as cute as you."

Komugiri was washing dishes until a shiver went down his mystical spine, "I feel a disturbance in the force.

#black y/n #blackreader #bnha headcanons #mha #bnha #bnha x black reader #shigaraki cant control his feelings #shigaraki x poc #shigaraki x reader #bnha shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #bnha x poc!reader #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #bnha parenthood #black! reader #mha angst

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I know flame and ship wars have always been a thing but i do genuinely miss when it was largely considered Rude and Unnecessary to put hate in a ship's tags. Nowadays everybody has to have some sort of moral fucking issue to justify not liking a pairing, and then it's like, hey, if you disagree with me, you're an asshole! or a creep! or Dangerous even! let me tell you a little secret, kids. the memories of one of my old, long-since-canceled fandoms from back when i didn't know better and just had fun. which is what fandom is meant to be, by the way: harmless fun. i used to be really into Hetalia. and the shipping arguments we had? majority of the time, they didn't bring up the incest. they didn't care about the abuse, they didn't care about sexuality, half of us didn't bother giving a shit about age because the characters were all immortal anyways. the ship wars were about Dynamics. it wasn't "your ship is bad and you're a bad person for liking it", it was "MY ship is BETTER and you should ship it Instead." we knew this shit didn't matter. we were passionate, sure, we got just as riled up as y'all, but we weren't making moral judgements about it. that kind of argument- the kind i see everyone making CONSTANTLY now- was largely considered a low blow. unimportant. making this more than it was. shipping is not activism. you are not a better person for only sticking with the purest and most canon ships. and you are not less bigoted for defending your ships against the Tainted ones. and frankly, some of you have a very strange way of determining canon. If something isn't stated, your assumptions are headcanon. age. gender. sexuality. the intentions between interactions. all of it is to be carefully considered, and just because there's an implication that would give You or some marginalized group a little more representation does not automatically mean that IS how it is. and no, the author saying it on twitter doesn't ACTUALLY count. it's a nice bit of validation, but it's not canon, and it's certainly not good representation. it needs to be stated in the text. and sometimes, you really gotta consider lategame. this piece of media you're talking about; is it Long? is it Old? were there Pauses between updates? how possible is it for someone to have built up a strong headcanon that means a lot to them before finding out that the canon information negates that? is it really fair for you to hold people to a stern standard for something that they won't see for a long time? hell, is it a spoiler to do so? and i get it. stepping down from that can mean uncomfortable things. it can mean accepting that a headcanon that's really, REALLY important to you isn't proper canon, and that other people don't HAVE to agree with you. that hurts. it can mean letting people support some things you consider disgusting, unknowingly, and make supportive Content while they don't know, only to be hit like a brick when they finally find out. that's deeply uncomfortable. it can mean hearing people talk about a character in a way that feels viscerally wrong to you. i get it. it sucks. but when you impose your will onto other fandomers to avoid these feelings, you make the whole place a worse enviornment for everbody. and frankly, a lot of you hurt yourselves in the process. you focus so hard on the stuff that upsets you, you forget to enjoy the things you do like. i'm seeing homestuck get some life again. and it's reminding me of all this same discourse and how it's almost guaranteed to be Worse this time around. so let me say, from the bottom of my heart, Ship, and Let Ship. Don't Like, Don't Read. Use the block button Often. Learn the difference between Squick and Trigger. Learn the difference between Canon and Headcanon. And remember to focus on having fun. not getting upset that other people are having fun the wrong way.

#long post #fandom discourse #fandom wank

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upsiedaisy #0

Hey y'all! Welcome to a new thing I'm trying out! I'm doing a sort of recommendations post at the end of every week, where I, well, recommend things! It'll range from books to music to food to YouTubers, and I hope y'all will stick around to see if you like any of it. If not, don't worry about it! Just block the tag "upsiedaisy" and you'll never see it again.

With that said, let's get into my recs for the week, shall we?

books

story

First off is an amazing book called Goodbye Days, by Jeff Zentner. This book follows the story of Carver Briggs, a teenage writer in his last year of high school at Nashville Academy of the Arts. Sounds like the dream life, right? I sure as hell'd love to be him, at least before the incidents of this story.

The books picks up after Carver's three best friends: Mars (the artist), Eli (the musician), and Blake (the comedy dude) die in a car crash. Carver blames himself for his friend's deaths-and he's not the only one. Blaming him, that is. Eli's twin sister definitely has it out for him. Plus, Mars's father, a powerful judge, is pressuring the district attorney to open a criminal investigation into Carver's actions.

Luckily, Carver has some unexpected allies: Eli’s girlfriend, the only person to stand by him at school; Dr. Mendez, his new therapist; and Blake’s grandmother, who asks Carver to spend a Goodbye Day with her to share their memories and say a proper goodbye to his friend.

Soon the other families are asking for a Goodbye Day with Carver, but he’s unsure of their motives. Will they all be able to make peace with their losses, or will these Goodbye Days bring Carver one step closer to a complete breakdown or—even worse—prison?*

my take

I fucking love this book. I actually first read it about a year ago, and it stuck with me for a long. Ass. Time. The characters in it are very real- I see aspects of myself and others in each and every one of the people in Goodbye Days.

The book is an emotional rollercoaster- and I don't mean that in a bad way. The sort of teenage nonsense that we all get up to is perfectly incapsulated in this book (take "squirrel rodeo", for instance)- along with deeply philosophical questions about the nature of death.

"The spinning world and the burning sun don’t care much whether we stay or we go. It’s nothing personal.” -Carver Briggs

And even with all that, it's not a depressing book. Not in the least. Goodbye Days is about death, for sure, and it hits some hard topics, but it keeps things light and, I think, reminds us that life is a treasure that we should make the most out of.

problems:

inevitably, this book talks a lot about the uncertainty of what comes after death, so if that's not really your thing, I wouldn't recommend this book for you. there's also a scene in the book where a gay character ends up being outed after his death without his consent, which definitely wasn't my favorite. however, I think the scene was handled in a really mature way.

music

Who?

This week's recommendation is Left at London (/@/), a transgender songwriter/singer maker who weaves lyrical and musical magic. She's got two albums out, 💜 and Transgender Street Legend Vol. 1

/@/'s songs have an indie/alternative vibe to them. She accompanies her amazing voice with guitar. Guitar actually isn't usually my favorite instrument (don't tell my friend Caleb), but when /@/'s voice pops up in my playlist I instantly recognize it and hella appreciate it.

youtuber

who?

Erin Timony is an ASMR YouTuber who goes by Goodnight Moon ASMR. She creates these super rad fantasy videos for her ASMR video series, Babblebrook, and you can really see all the work that goes into them. The props and makeup looks and hairstyles for each video are out of this world amazing.

She also creates regular ASMR videos, where one of her most lauded are her tracing ones, as far as I can tell. (My personal favorite is her rambing in the rain video). Erin starts every video by hoping that those watching are doing very well today, and she's just generally a very sweet person.

I hope you guys enjoyed this experimental first post of the series! Let me know what you guys think! I'll be reblogging it a couple times over the weekend so everyone can see it. Love you lots!

#upsiedaisy #upsiedaisy 0 #goodbye days #jeff zentner #left at london #/@/ #erin timony #goodnight moon asmr #babblebrook