#tag so you don't lose this shit

[aerodaltonimperial]

Hiiiiiii ummmm, you know how I bought that Hook Goods backpack from ~T Y L E R~ ON MAY 4TH AND IT NEVER SHIPPED AND IT IS NOW NOVEMBER 21???

Prompt: y/n confronts Hook for her backpack. Man's fucked around. He deserves to find out.

Apparently these fics are super popular, so I decided to try my hand at one. I think I really nailed it!!!!!!

Title: CONFRONTING HOOK FOR YOUR BACKPACK

L.A. is warm, and that’s good, because you are fueled with a thousand suns burning with righteous anger, so the lingering vestiges of sunlight against your skin only add more determination to that fire. Standing behind three gentlemen sporting beards of varying length, you wait, quietly, for the door to the meet & greet to be opened. The girl behind you is so excited she’s almost crying, clutching her purse to her chest; what a fool. What a n00b. She knows nothing.

As the doors open, she kicks up against the heel of your shoes. The space inside is small: small enough that you’re all pressed up against each other, and soon, you know the scent of too many people packed into a poorly-ventilated room will become overpowering. That’s fine, as you don’t intend to stay long enough to be overwhelmed by it.

The staff instructs everyone to make a line for the autographs. The attendees around you are all pulling out the varying items they brought to get autographed, so you do the same. You’ve kept the paper nice and bright and unblemished in the folder you tucked it into. The goth dude standing to your left recoils—apparently, the myriad of vision-defying rainbow hues in the Lisa Frank design are too much for his weak eyeballs.

It takes awhile. People want to chat, and that’s fine, since you do, too. Eventually, shuffling behind the others, you get to the front. Hook is to your right, Darby and Brody to the left. You hold out the paper balanced on the prancing unicorn for Hook to sign.

“Hi,” Brody says, and you ignore him. You are here for one purpose, and one purpose only.

Hook is obviously already tired by the interactions, because it takes him an almost embarrassingly long time to realize what he’s Sharpie-ing his name onto. He pauses as he gets to the “k” and ends up with a weird, jagged finish to the letter. Then he looks up. There’s fear on his face.

Excellent.

“What is this?” he asks.

“My email confirmation for my HookGoods purchase,” you tell him. The terror on his features grows more pronounced, but you refuse to break eye contact. You stare at those brown doe eyes widening like a deer in the headlights of a Ford F-150 without blinking. “Do you know how many days it has been since I printed that out at Kinkos because I haven’t owned a printer since 2015?”

“Uh,” he begins, as Brody gasps in what might be sympathy, or might be delight, to your left.

“Maybe you can’t do the math that quickly,” you continue, “which is understandable, since it’s been so long. Don’t worry; I’ve done it for you. 209 days.”

“Jesus,” Darby huffs.

“No comments from the peanut gallery,” you snap, extending your index finger in Darby’s direction. “Do you know how many emails I had to send to your distribution team to get my swag out of the warehouse? Zip it.”

A bead of sweat has popped up on Hook’s temple when you turn your attention back to him. His hand holding the noxious Lisa Frank folder trembles. Someone in the line behind you mumbles something beneath their breath about this taking too long. “Um, but Assp—”

“Don’t you dare talk to me about Asspizza,” you interrupt, “or else I will shove that pizza you’re holding up your ass, knock you out with your emotional support backpack, and shove you in the back of the assmobile as I drive it over the bridge. Where the fuck is my shit, Hook?”

He looks like cornered prey, ready to bolt at the soonest opportunity. Brody is clapping; you always knew he would be on your side.

When Hook fails to answer, you lean forward, just to watch him twitch. He’s so jumpy. “Well?”

“Um,” he says, eloquently.

There’s an upper level to this fine establishment, and a staircase just to the left behind where Brody’s face has lit up in mirth. It overlooks the area they have set up to be the autograph station. Perfect: you couldn’t have planned this better if you tried. “Get on the table,” you command.

“What?” Hook chokes.

“I am going to coffin drop you from the balcony,” you tell him.

Darby looks slightly alarmed, but maybe it’s just because of the potential copyright infringement. “I don’t think you know how t—”

“Can it, or I use you as the fucking pommel,” you say. “Good luck climbing Everest in a full-body cast.”

Brody is nodding and reaching over for Hook with one beefy hand. “You should probably get on the table like she said.”

“What!” Hook tries, but Darby is on board now, too, and he can’t fight both of them. As you take the stairs up to the higher level, they pin him down on the signing table. You peek over the edge once just to make sure they’ve got him in position.

“Wait,” Hook attempts. Ignore. He should have thought about the consequences when he failed to fulfill your shipment in the amount of time necessary to determine trends in the stock market. You hope he didn’t purchase stock in Asspizza’s production studio.

“I want my backpack, Hook!” you call from the balcony. And then you fling yourself off the ground with enough force to cause the table legs to explode beneath the weight of your free-fall.

The entire place erupts in cheers. Hook groans, curled up on the remains of the tabletop. Your signed email confirmation has fluttered onto the floor, so you lean over after dusting your clothes off to pick it up.

“Amazing,” Brody says.

“Thanks!” You beam at him. “Can I get your autograph, too?” It dawns on you that the only thing you brought was the print-out, but actually, that’s better. A good memory to frame in your office while you still don’t receive any shipments of HookGoods in the mail. “Can you both just sign this?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Darby says, but you’re pretty sure the cheer in his tone is only because he doesn’t want you to steal Lemons in return for the months it took for him to fulfill your order, too.

#hook aew #tag so you don't lose this shit

[uncanny-tranny]

At this point, talks about "mutilated bodies" tell me everything I need to know about people's politics. I truly don't believe you can combine the idea of mutilated or degenerate bodies with anything even slightly progressive in terms of autonomy. If you believe yourself to be progressive or anything left of an unapologetic fascist, you frankly cannot truly entertain the idea that some bodies and people are inherently mutilated or degenerate. It is an inherently fascist idea.

#politics #things like this make me almost lose some faith in people #because that is a FUNDAMENTALLY reactionary conservative or even fascist mindset #hate hate hate when 'progressives' want to redeem degenerative theory and imply it can be part of their worldview #and too often the 'mutilated body' refers to women/trans people/PoC even/disabled people... #...wonder why that is! it can't be because those ideas are FUNDAMENTALLY reactionary (sarcasm) #i know i've talked about 'degenerative theory' and its fascist roots before but this shit still goes largely unchallenged imo #you cannot be an anti-fascist fascist. i don't want to see these viewpoints given a platform in so-called 'progressive' spaces #(and too often the 'mutilated bodies' refers to jews too - addendum that is important to add) #ask to tag (genuine) #fascism tw #anti fascism #anti facist

[funnyscienceman]

listen listen listen listen. i am never going to get over singed & viktor. CAN YOU IMAGINE THE MENTAL ANGUISH. THE MESS OF EMOTIONS VIKTOR HAS TO DEAL WITH. he's so steadfast with his morals and ideals. hextech must not be weaponized. dangerous science is fine as long as the only person at risk of getting hurt is me. the moment it kills someone else he's fucking BROKEN by it and just throws in the gd towel. YET SINGED WAS THE ONE WHO TAUGHT HIM. like just. imagine, ok. imagine— take the premise that singed & viktor were actually pretty close. viktor was lonely as a kid, but he found company in rio. in singed. singed provides a space and opportunity for viktor to do his science stuff. "we can be loners together." here's someone he probably has a decent amount of affection and respect for, maybe even admires like a kid would a mentor/role model/parental figure. and he hurts rio. and viktor doesn't understand, he can't reconcile this. "we can be loners together," but also, "you did this?" viktor's got like a whole slew of emotions to deal with. What the fuck? How could you? I hate you. But also, "I told you, I was consulting a friend about our quandary."

"You built this? Why aren't you playing with the others?"

"We can be loners together."

Like just what are you supposed to do when someone who provided for you — who took care of you, who looked after you as a kid — hurts someone? Someone that you care about? What the FUCK are you supposed to when that person is willing to torture and kill for science — something that you are also passionate about, the very thing you both found commonality in, bonded over — and does it all without even a hint of remorse? What are you supposed to think?

Are you allowed to find comfort and safety in that person anymore? Can you still have good memories about them, and look back at them fondly? Can you be thankful for all the good that person's done for you?

What does it say about you, if they're the one who influenced you so much so early in your life, and here they are now?

Viktor gets Sky killed, and can you imagine what must've been running through his head? I'm no better than him. I'm turning out just like him. I am just like him. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

AND IT'S JUST.

AAGGHH!!!

#sorry this is so disjointed it's 11pm #singed arcane #arcane singed #viktor arcane #arcane viktor #THIS ISNT EVEN TO MENTION THE BATTLECAST SKINLINE BTW #LIKE GODDAMN #THESE CHARACTERS #riot would get so much money out of me if they made stuff for them fr #everyday i lose my mind over these two #it's such a great contrast to all the other parent-child/mentor-protege relationships in arcane too cus #vi's taking vander's lessons to heart #jinx doesnt give a shit about the bad stuff silco's done #the closest resemblence to singed & vik is mel & her mom but it's like #same text different font style yknow #singed is the background character you don't think twice about #ambessa's much more proactive #heimer & jayce have a similar dynamic too i think but im not gonna clog the tags #and i only have the braincells for singed & vik lmfao #arcane #god s2 pls dont fuck these characters up im praying im begging on my gd knees

[front-facing-pokemon]

#solrock #now *this* is the fucker that the one raid battle NPC had in swsh that everyone hated. including me. he served only to remove lives #fuckin mashing the rock polish button the whole time or whatever it was. doing Nothing Else. i feel like a lot of people who usually did #raids offline had that fucker's name and face memorized. cuz they'd see that they got him and just give up right then and there #at a certain point i feel like offline raids were just not very viable. the NPCs they'd give you to battle with were just so bad #and some of the higher star raids you really needed the extra firepower you just couldn't get from those NPCs #but also they kinda removed a lot of the incentive for joining other people's raids considering your catch chance was lowered by like 9000% #if you weren't the host of the raid. and if you were the host the percentage chance was so high it was basically guaranteed #i don't think i ever ONCE caught a pokémon successfully when i'd joined someone else's raid. and i don't think i ever once failed to catch a #pokémon when i was the host of the raid. it's just. i dunno! i stopped doing raids at a certain point. some people can get a pokémon game #and play it long long after the main story bc they get invested in raids and shit but i just lose interest at a certain point unfortunately #as much as i enjoy the game while i'm initially playing through it #hff. anyway. i'm queueing this up the morning of june 30th‚ aka the day of my first flight in 10 years. so. this won't post until mid july #and i'll have been back for a while by then but for right now‚ me writing these tags‚ i am very Anxious #saur. haha. y'know how it is. have solrock

[lumberwoof]

AU where Franka doesn't get approval for the transfer and instead has to cut and run to Rhodes Island alone. Liskarm just misses finding out and isn't able to follow. and then they reunite some years down the line for whatever reason, Franka happy at Rhodes Island but still a little lonely and Liskarm saying she's fine but being at Blacksteel for so long has made her colder and harsher and just plain miserable.

(it isn't all bad, she at least has Jessica and Vanilla, but they can't get under her skin the way Franka could. Liskarm swears that Franka would get under skin sometimes just to dig out the bad feelings.)

(and Franka has people. she's surrounded by people she cares about. operators cut from the same cloth as her, that will charge headlong into battle beside her. colleagues who will nag her about sleeping and eating and training and mission parameters. friends who will rag on her for her choice of reading material. but Liskarm was all of those things rolled into one. and she is not here)

#(for the purposes of this AU Vanilla and Jessica are with Liskarm at Blacksteel) #Liskarm's squad ending up on the landship for whatever reason #Liskarm seeing Franka out of the corner of her eye and just being knocked for six #their reunion would be an all out battle in an empty training room #other staff hearing about it and trying to intervene like ''what is this Blacksteel person doing to our beloved Franka'' #Franka and Liskarm kick the shit out of each other but aren't able to actually talk because too many people watching #Vanilla and Jessica ''oh this is normal. this is normal! it's been 3 years but it's totally normal! don't worry!'' #(it's really that trope of ''ex you still care about is doing good and you're miserable'' for Liskarm) #arknights tag #yeah I'll tag it #friskarm #if you ask me if this AU has a sad or happy ending. it has whatever ending you want #I do think Franka and Liskarm's relationship changed when they transferred to Rhodes Island together #because it was a silent admission that their partnership was no longer the result of circumstance #'we've been put together' to 'we're choosing to stick together' #so to lose that aspect of their relationship would be... interesting #also Franka has to slow down for Liskarm. Liskarm is /meant/ to curb Franka's reckless behaviour #so I like the idea that Franka at RI alone is even more reckless because she's not being properly challenged #she gels too well with some operators and it's so easy that it's terrifying #in the sense that combat becomes tunnel vision. which is not a good thing #I wrote more in the tags than the actual post..... this is normal for me

[zaynes-left-chesticle]

Okay I just read Zayne's "Still in Dark" anecdote, and now I'm crying and also my jaW IS ON THE GROUND, WHAT IN THE FUC-

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enjoy the tags, I just needed to vent....

And I'm scared 🤣

#hoooooly shit when i tell you i was confused about the timeline before ... ash.exe has officially stopped responding #semi spoiler alert/ me venting.... youve been warned #ARE WE NOT REAL IN HIS DIMENSION? Are we just pulling a freaking spongebob and showing up in his dreams? #im scared somebody hold me. im freaking crying cuz that was so sad but also SERIOUSLY WTFFFF IS GOING ON #love and deepspace #okay im done screaming im sorry #but seriously.... there is so much happening i dont know whats real and what isnt. #i wanted to think Tower of Thorns was just AU but now with the whole growing jasmine parallel and Linkon City being years in the past....? #ffs i need some theories cuz im just sending myself down a rabbit hole trying to decide what's going on #like what? am i just popping up in zaynes dreams to save him from loneliness while he helps me save the universe from getting access to my #and pops up in Raf's life to rescue him after losing everything while he also magically helps me save the universe from the aether's power #and Xai/Lumiere who's what... like 300+ years old somehow knows who i am? #WHO AM I? some dimension-jumping dream-hopping timeline-skipping superhuman with the core strength of 10000 suns and i don't even remember? #i need to read the rest of Xai's lore.... #anyways welcome to the end of the tags. i hope you had fun. if you made it this far.... i am so sorry 🤣

[wildflowercryptid]

something that's been weighing on my mind ever since learning about the situation with ezra / toonimal is seeing how these predators will take the active hostility that is frequently directed towards minors in online spaces to their advantage and use it to prey on vulnerable children. i think that we as adults in online fandom should probably come together and maybe rethink the language / manner we go about interacting with kids bc clearly the way things are rn is causing active harm.

like obviously, if you're an adult and aren't comfortable with minors interacting with you or your content, you should be allowed to set that boundary and should be vocal about it, ( especially if the content you create isn't safe for them to consume. ) but i don't think talking to them like they're a blight on all that is good and holy is the way to go about it. maybe just saying you're an 18 plus account will suffice, you don't have to tell them to fuck off.

#i'm opening myself up for ppl to leave the stupidest takes on this post but whatever i need to get this off my mind #before anyone says anything about the kids on that website. they're grooming victims. they're literally kids being taken advantage of #show them some fucking kindness and be understanding that they're the victims in this situation #idk what it is about becoming an adult that causes so many ppl to lose their empathy towards minors it's weird #like yeah kids can be annoying and pushy on online spaces sometimes but a lot of them are old enough to know online etiquette lbr #alot of us were annoying kids on the internet at some point we should understand that you don't just. get a handbook for how to act online #that's shit you learn overtime but ppl seem to forget that #they also seem to forget that talking down to kids isn't gonna teach them shit they're not gonna listen to you if you treat them like idiots #what i'm trying to say is that we really need to talk to minors more respectfully and maybe give them a little grace #( obviously there will be situations where some of them need to be yanked up by the collar but there's ways to go about that >>> #without treating them like shit ) #these kids need to know that there's spaces for them to be online safely without having to stumble into places that'll pray on them #we all know how much it sucked to be a kid online we should want better for the ones coming in after us ya know #sorry if this comes across as preachy it just breaks my heart and boils me blood to see kids being taken advantage of like this #especially when there's ways to prevent it idk #how do i even tag this.... #mj.txt #there's trigger warning on the linked post btw #tw csa mention

[dootznbootz]

ABSOLUTELY NOT FINAL PRODUCT and unedited but have a little bit!!

Idc if it's OoC, let me have this 🥹 Call me out on some historic shit but this STAYS. Don't worry he's still a little shit as he literally fucks with Laertes right after this!

And remember when I said I would write a SNIPPET with the "Odysseus gives baby Telemachus a lemon to see his funny face"? Yeah I fucking lied, this will NOT be a "snippet".

It'll be long af and I'm nowhere near done as now I've decided to make this a domestic bliss fic as well to show the "wonderful life Odysseus has to leave behind when he goes to war" because I'm a dumb bitch who likes making and adding more shit than needed.

I'm also a glutton for fluff so that's what this is! Like I said, unedited af and not done!

#I've seen my older cousin do “nipping at hands” with his babies and they always lose their lil minds so that's what I wrote🥴 #Toddlers and up? Hell yeah tiny person! Tell me about Baby shark and the cool rock you found! #Infants??? I don't know shit and I don't know what to do and I'm scared I will fuck it up #I've been searching shit about dyes and stones and shit forever and I still will find contradicting sources😭 Idk what's correct anymore!! #You ever felt tired and feral at the same time? #my writing #Mad rambles #writing #my fics #odypen #mine #telemachus #odysseus #epic the musical #I will continue to drink “dumb bitch juice” #SHRIEKS INTO THE NIGHT #I don't want this to smother other tags so that's all I put. #shot by odysseus #Mad writes

[bijesperfahey]

So because of the Percy Jackson show I decided to reread the books....and then unlike when I originally read them I also decided to actually finish the follow up series

anyways I just finished the magnus chase saga and I can’t believe rick riordin wrote the gayest fucking relationship possible and didn’t fucking commit to it

#they're a package deal they're always together they help each other face their traumas okay the usual two close male friends shit #except it's worse because like blitz (dwarf) and hearth (elf) are ALSO like dwarf society is underground and elves need the sun #but i will build you a tanning bed (ignore the details of that) so you can comfortably stay in my home #we shall sleep side by side I shall gift you with fashion I will cover you with my jacket while you sleep #we will go into battle together (litterally I will ride your shoulders into war) #rick riordin talking about a canon couple: they needed each other like blitz needed hearth #at least once does blitz refer to hearth as my elf like ????? #choosing to believe magnus is an unreliable narrator so I don't lose my mcfreaking mind #*takes a deep breath* I am going to be normal about this #but i'm also gunna main tag this #blitzstone

[cinnamon-phrog]

Do you ever see a take in a fandom tag and you're like HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHH

#it was SO contradictory too ugh. and a mutual liked it! #you disrespect me. you disrespect my whole family #you call us 'stinky poopy babies' #you punched my wife. you kick mah baby you KICKed my FOCKin BABY #you ate our dog. YOU ATE OUR HOUSE #/ref #it's always the people i like too. everytime i want to find a d/ hmis artist or mutual BAM they're mean petty and even a nonce #and mean to peoples with hc's like mine. yes yes it happens in every fandom but not to the point where literally everybody sucks! #aside from my mutuals who are casually into the show you guys are boss <33 #a d/ hmis artist will tell me they don't care/ even like my hc's and i'll feel great #a couple months later and they're talking shit about it or liking posts about why people who have said hcs are somehow predatory #as if there aren't actual predators in the tags and their little supportive minions running amuck. who draw LITERAL cp of Yellow #i'm not mad anymore i've become very numbed to this. i end up losing 'friends' to the point where i don't know how to make them anymore. #'course that doesn't mean i'll stop trying though. but give benefit of the doubt and be MASSIVELY let down. #or assume the worst. be RIGHT and yet still be somehow worse for assuming. #so i'm just gonna not interact. i'll still put my s/elfship stuff in the tags though i am above guilt or shame now. Look At My Post Boy #cuz like if all these people can get away with being petty and two faced then i can get away with smooching puppets #make Love not War

[daz4i]

ik it's not good to latch onto a mental illness as your defining trait but also. babe i don't have much else going on or any other sense of identity beyond it

#''you don't want to heal from depression bc you don't know who you are without it'' yeah no shit. if there's no depression there's no me #also i got the no sense of identity disorder!!!! so!!!! said disorder is just my only identity ig!!!!!! #ik this is why ppl look for labels and i am no different but all my labels hinge on being vague so like . not very helpful #others i know latch onto their nationality/religion/heritage etc. but i definitely don't feel pride in any of those #dare i even say i feel disgust. i am more defined by my disdain for being jewish than my actual judaism #ppl say to let what you love define you. but. i don't love. i mean i love my cat but i don't think that can define me #also maybe I'm just autistic but i don't really get how one can even be defined by what they love 🤔 #and this whole thing is so weird. bc in so many people's head there is this very firm image #and people tell me i seem confident and like i know how i am and that I'm being myself in an honest way #girl i don't even know what myself is!!!! i am more defined by my lack of definition than anything 😭😭😭 #or my worse traits like stubbornness and hypocrisy and obsession #wouldja look at that we just circled back to my bpd. see what I'm saying? #vent #ask to tag #sorry for all the vents today 🫡 i am at my worst actually and i fear i may lose it at any moment ✨️

[aerodaltonimperial]

(Junglecorpse, 1.4k ish. In my defense, and I know I say this a lot but it's actually true this time, I am very legitimately going through a lot right now, and I don't know if my therapist would approve of this method of self-soothing or no, BUT whatever, Junglecorpse is one of the few pairings that activates my "MUST HAVE FLUFF NOW" toggles when normally I avoid fluff like the plague. I wrote this snippet a few months back or so for Vamp via chat and expanded it today for Myself™️ so I'm posting it here so I can save it on the masterlist. You do not have to read this.)

“Do you think Tony’s gonna lose his mind and create a new pay-per-view every week?” Jack asks, while thumbing up through his Twitter feed somewhat absently. He’s only got his right hand, as Darby has stolen his left. Darby’s got one of his ink pens, the felt-tipped kind he uses to doodle sometimes, and the brush of the tip against the skin on the back of Jack’s hand is calming. Sometimes Jack ends up with skulls littering his knuckles, other times with swoops and flourishes; mostly, he just lets Darby do his thing. It’s familiar.

“Seems like a bad business model,” Darby replies. His head is bowed, chin turned down as he works. Last week, Jack went out to lunch with his sister with a stylized skateboard heading up against the bump in his wrist bone, and she’d laughed for about three minutes straight.

Jack snorts a little, still scrolling. Doom-scrolling, really, though he’ll never admit that to his therapist. “Yeah, people are gonna stop paying if all they ever see is Hanger and Swerve stapling each other’s chests every single month, over and over again.”

“You may be greatly underestimating the public interest in that.” Darby laughs.

“Oh.” Jack frowns at the back glow, squinting a little. “Shit, yeah, you’re right. Man. Should I start up a homoerotic feud with somebody with the sole goal of getting some really violent death matches?”

“Please don’t let anyone else staple your chest,” Darby says, a bit muffled. The brush pen curls along Jack’s skin.

“Anyone else? Whoa, buddy, stapling me was not on the to-do list for this week.”

Darby snorts. “I like you in one piece, thanks. And I’m not a big fan of watching you bleed all over the mats.”

“Oh, sure, but I have to watch you toss yourself spine first off the posts every Wednesday,” Jack says. He taps the screen again with his thumb, pulling down. Something something official AEW twitter, five clips from the last show, and Stokely buying another celebrity Cameo to woo Kris Statlander. Actually, that one’s pretty funny. He got Barack Obama to do it. Jack didn’t even know Obama had a Cameo.

The brush tip swirls, then taps a few times. “Aw. You gettin’ anxious over me?”

“Well, if you die, who’s going to keep my feet warm at night?”

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to tell you: wear socks. Your feet are fucking freezing.”

Jack huffs out another laugh. The Obama cameo was hilarious. Stokely deserves managing her at this point. “I don’t need socks, I have your legs.”

“Dick,” Darby grumbles.

“But back to this pay-per-view thing. This is a lot of matches. Having even more on Sunday, every month, feels kind of overwhelming. Like, I need to have the roofing guy come look at my place? And I can’t schedule it because Tony keeps creating new shows.”

“Mm.” Another swoop of the brush, then some lines. Jack glides through an update from Prince Nana that reads truly bizarre, a reblog from Bowens that reads genuinely excited, and a post from Danhausen that’s mostly nonsense ending with ‘you’re cursed.’ “Maybe next week. Your shingles? Or the gutters? I don’t think I remember you talking about any other issues.”

“Just the shingles. After that last wind storm, I think a few came off, and now I’m worried the whole damn thing will come down around me one night.”

Darby huffs out a laugh, but the doodling ministrations on the back of Jack’s hand don’t pause. “I think you’d get a bit of a heads up before that happens.”

“Only if someone is physically there to yell ‘heads up’ at all times,” Jack jokes. Another tweet from the official AEW account, and then a reblog. Sammy posted. Ricky posted. Sammy tweeted at Ricky with a bunch of capslock, Ricky quote-retweeted with a gif of a dancing middle finger, and Jack skips all of that. Let them argue on main if they want to. Sammy’s just gonna try to fall on Ricky from the scaffolding again.

“I’ll do it.”

The drawing on the back of his hand stops. “Oh, yeah?” Jack smiles. “Are you volunteering to always…” He looks down at the doodles on his skin, and freezes.

Adorning his knuckles are a series of curves, vine-like, that curl up towards his ring finger where they create a solid horizontal line, and in the middle of his hand, somewhat shaky, given they were written upside down to be read from Jack’s direction, blocky letters spell WILL YOU MARRY ME.

Jack’s chest constricts. He can’t breathe. With his heart roaring against his ears, he whips his gaze up to stare at Darby, whose expression is maddeningly neutral. “Darby. What the fuck?”

“Okay, that’s… a response,” Darby says, with the tiniest of shrugs and a pinch to his lips. “Think it’s pretty clear.”

“Are you… are you serious?”

“Yeah,” Darby replies, mouth quirking up at the corners. “Yeah, I am.”

“You…” Jack’s tongue is ungainly, swollen. “Oh my god.”

“I’m not hearing an answer.”

“But… why would you…”

Darby drops his eyes, dragging his thumb over the topmost part of his impromptu design in a caress, and his smile never really diminishes. “Jack, what did you think this was? What did you think this was going to be? I don’t do things in halves, I told you that from the get-go. You know me. It’s you and me, and that’s what I want. Forever.”

“Are… are you sure?” Jack’s gonna choke on everything bubbling up from his chest.

Darby’s eyes slide back up. They reflect the lamplight, bright shiny starbursts. “Yeah, Jack, I’m really fucking sure. And if you don’t—”

“Yes.”

Darby pauses, tongue slipping out to press into the corner of his mouth. “Yes?”

“Yes.” Jack laughs, the sound bubbling up through his throat. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

“Holy shit.” Darby’s smile widens, impossibly stretched. “Holy shit. Really?”

Jack grabs for Darby’s face, clutching the sides of his head. He mashes their mouths together with way too much force, but he can’t stop it, because the rattling in his veins has started to sing. Then he pulls away. “You asked, you absolute loon, how did you not expect an answer? Yes, really. Really.”

And then he’s not really sure of much other than the fact that they’re both laughing, euphoric, and Jack doesn’t care about the roof anymore, or the idea of someone stapling his chest, because all that really pales in comparison to everything else, and he thinks ah, that’s exactly how it should be.

His brain starts to catch up with reality, sluggish. “Where are we gonna live? My place, or your place? This is opposite sides of the country, you know. Oh, wow. We’re gonna have to file taxes together.”

Darby laughs, features pulled incredulous. “What?”

“Should we hyphenate our last names?” Jack’s eyes track over Darby’s face: blue, blue, blue, his eyes are so blue. Should they have blue in their wedding? Should they have a wedding? “Should we hyphenate them in the ring? Wait, I have to go to the grocery store today, and I don’t want to wash this off my hand. Should I take a photo? Or wear a glove? Am I gonna look like Michael Jackson?”

“Jack,” Darby laughs again, high and bright. “Darling. Light of my life. You’re such a fucking idiot.”

“I’m seventeen steps ahead again, aren’t I.”

Darby grabs his face between his palms. “Yes. Yes, you are. Honestly, I don’t know where we’re gonna live. We’ll probably just keep both places. Yes, we’re gonna have to file taxes together. No, I don’t know if we’ll hyphenate our names; I really don’t give a shit. Yes, you can take a photo. No, you will never look like Michael Jackson.”

“You don’t have an opinion about our names?” Jack asks.

Darby hauls him closer, until their noses touch. He’s smiling, smiling, and Jack’s smiling, the expression too wide and aching on his face. “Jack, I don’t fucking care. I just want to be with you and your stupidly cold feet.”

“Does this proposal come with the condition that I have to buy some socks?”

“Don’t you even dare,” Darby replies, his thumb gliding along Jack’s cheek a little. “You’re gonna shove your feet between my legs in the middle of the night and jolt me awake like you always do, and I’m gonna fuckin’ love it, every damn time.”

“Oh my god, you’re such a sap,” Jack says.

“Get to used to that, ‘cause you’re gonna be legally stuck with me after this.”

“Awesome,” Jack breathes, and kisses him again.

#Junglecorpse #tag so you don't lose this shit #This is not worth reading lol #I just needed it here for me

[apollokyler]

want to jumpscare people with my opinions on this blog so bad like i'm allowed to speak my mind on a weirdos speaking their minds website right

#apollochattin #kicks feet #im jumst tired and and #looks at all the people who followed me for my art..... #but you guys have no idea #no it's just i see lots of stuff here but it also feels like there's “a main way to interpret everything” in fandoms everyone agreed on??? #and i feel weird having a different opinion even when i see people outside the fandom sharing these opinions #so i don't really feel welcome and i don't know who would agree and who would absolutely lose their shit lmfao #and since i'm an artist... i don't know what art am i allowed to post now that people are looking #especially when i see people tag my art with things i disagree with but i'm like. well their opinion is also valid because all opinions are #i'm very very very tired and :(

[beanghostprincess]

Just thinking about the fact Sora died because of the poison she drink to save her kids, because she is gentle and kind. And her only son who the desesperate act work is as kind as her.

But the StrawHats don't know she did that, this is something he don't have the courage to tell. And they know even less that Sanji is ready to do the same.

He isn't pround of that, but he ends up discovering the poison she drink and even have the recipe of how to do it. Because the germa soldiers teached them this and others poisons.

And this little fact is like a silent threat, a thing that if the crew discovers this, would be attentive about anything he drinks until they're certainly he's not gonna do the same thing his mother did.

And when the StrawHats learn about this fact, the exactly thing he expected happens, he notice Chopper and Robin always near the kitchen with the excuse of how's there was calmer, Nami and Usopp start to do his drinks for him or always are looking him while he's doing it, the others does things too. And Sanji notices all of this.

It's needed months to calm the crew, but still after they stop, all of them always have this fear in the back of they're minds (Luffy even goes as far as asking Law to do a check up on Sanji the next time they meet), that he will do this, but they want to believe he will not. They really want to.

(Just a thought that come to my mind yesterday, and I wanted to share, y'know? Based on some headcanons)

Oh, damn. This honestly hits close to home and it's really interesting so I wanna talk about it. But, you know, it's a serious topic so:

TW // Suicide, poison, self-harm, depression, etc etc you know the drill about Sanji and his issues. I don't go deep, tho, so It's not THAT explicit but could be triggering.

I think that after WCI and Wano, they'd all be worried. Sanji has always been pretty self-sacrificing with everyone and he doesn't value his life in the slightest. He doesn't show signs at first of being actively suicidal but the way he treats his own life makes it clear that he gets into self-sabotaging situations to the point of it being considered self-harm or even passive suicidal behavior. He just- Doesn't care about dying because he puts others first all the time. He has been doing that forever and Skypiea is just one of the times he does that. But, y'know, they never notice that. At least not everyone. I think Zoro is the first to know because of Thriller Bark, honestly. That's one of the biggest signs imo. But then they're separated and it's not like they can talk about it. Then two years happen and uh, shit goes downhill after that because WCI is just utterly traumatizing for Sanji and Wano makes everything worse to the point of asking Zoro to kill him if he loses himself. And we always say that's really gay (because it is) but we ignore the whole point of Sanji genuinely asking somebody to kill him without any fucking hesitation. And he spends all of Wano having the biggest crisis of his life wondering if he's human enough or worthy of being in the crew and???? What the actual fuck. Anyway, I think the crew ends up finding out about everything and I don't believe Sanji is well mentally after all of this. I know they don't write it like this because things are happening and they have to go to Egghead, but I think Sanji would end up really fucked up after WCI and Wano to the point of being worrisome.

If they do find out about the poison thing and Sanj's suicidal thoughts (honestly, I don't know how they would even find out about it unless Reiju tells them or Sanji snaps and yells about that, but, y'know. The point is that they know and Sanji is getting worse) I think you're completely right and they'd be all over him. Because that's exactly what happens when somebody acts this way. They look after him to a suffocating extent and watch his steps. They take turns to watch him. They prepare his drinks. They even make up something so he doesn't have to be on night watch so he can sleep, because he's probably not sleeping either. Or eating well, for that matter, which is what makes them all worry even more in the first place.

And hear me out, because I think he would try to do it. Like- Commit, I mean. Not gonna get into the topic too deep but I think he'd try and I think it wouldn't work because somebody would help him right away and I think he'd try to play it off as a mistake and a misunderstanding, but everyone would know. And he'd just try to ignore their pep talks and interventions.

This is projecting from personal experience and everyone goes through these things differently, but God, I think he'd fucking hate it if they looked after him. Because he knows he won't do it again. At least he doesn't want to do it again. But everybody keeps looking after him like he's about to break at any moment and it's so damn annoying to not have any type of privacy because they think he's gonna off himself the second he's alone. And he gets why they're doing it and appreciates their efforts to look after him, but acting this way is not the answer to his problems. It's just asphyxiating and it isn't helping him get better. You know how the crew is, they're NOT subtle and careful with anything and they're just-- They have good intentions but it's suffocating and he can't handle it anymore.

And I think he'd snap. I actually want to write a fic about this if you let me use your idea (I will credit you, ofc) because I think it'd be great to make him snap at Nami, specifically, and then regret it completely.

Long story short because this is getting long: I think Brook and Robin would end up talking things out with him because they're the ones who understand him the most in this situation. He'd apologize to Nami but also everyone else would apologize too for acting this way, they were just worried and wanted to look after him. I think, after this, the only ones watching Sanji would be Brook and Robin and they'd do it carefully, supporting him and helping him get better. And the whole crew would be next to him along the way but doing it with less assertiveness and just gentler.

I think the concept of Sanji thinking about death so often is great because it adds depth to his character and it's not a crazy thought. I think it's pretty damn canon, actually. At least him being careless about his own life.

#so i never talk about these things here bc trauma but i've gone through shit like this and people don't let me go near medication alone #and it's been YEARS #and it's only stressful because they don't let you do anything on your own once shit like this happens and you lose all sense of privacy #like your whole identity and intimacy you could have fades away and i understand why sanji would snap at them #i think he'd regret it right away and he'd apologize and nami would understand perfectly but damn it hurts anyway #i could go deeper on this analysis but idk if it's a topic i should talk about on tumblr bc it's triggering for some #i think you understood what i wanted to say tho #he gets better dw #robin and brook are like- obviously the ones who have gone through shit like this ofc they'd understand him #anyway i always love to talk about sanji's mental health issues #he's very depressed has anxiety and probably bpd and an ed but that's a topic for another day #and he's also a sweetheart and deserves to be happy #we're all about positive thoughts here and i swear he gets better #one piece #black leg sanji #straw hat pirates #tw self destructive behavior #tw suicide #please be aware of the tags it's a really sensitive topic and i don't want any of you to be triggered :(

[heterophbc]

imagine being the scum of the earth (people who post f4tspo)

#not pro just using the tags #tw ana meme #ana trigger #i don’t support eds #tw #tw ana shit #anorexik #tw ana diary #weightloss #need to lose more weight #just so you know I don't post fatspo or support it #male ed

[running-in-the-dark]

oh my god I get it your storage is almost full will you just shut up and leave me alone for five minutes?? the more I get these notifications the harder I ignore them 😤

#yes okay FINE I'm going to my laptop and removing things OKAY you got me #it has been weeks of this shit and every time I delete something it just happens again a few days later. #yes okay maybe I don't need 50gb of images on my phone. #I don't even know what all of them are #since most of them are on the sd card #so. #who knows 🤷 guess I'll find out #I HATE cleaning up my phone #it's so fucking annoying! #cleaning up stuff on a computer? fun. enjoyable. meets all my organisational needs #but on my phone? nooo I would rather explode 😤 #so I'll just. put everything on my laptop. and figure it out from there #I better not lose any of my eliot pictures 😠 #aggressively talking to my phone in the tags. I guess #personal