#what's the fuckin word I'm looking for

[mopeytwat]

I deeply fucking apologise for the person that I will become when I see Izzy in the navy uniform

#izzy hands #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd season 2 #israel hands #con o'neill #ofmd spoilers #ofmd season 2 spoilers #our flag means death season 2 #He's gonna look so good #Something about Izzy wearing things that aren't apart of his usual outfit #Eating my fuckin walls everytime I see fanart of him in the navy uniform #If u don't know what I'm talking about there's a bts scene where he's walking with Ricky and he's wearing a similar jacket to his :3 #I'm scared what if he dies xoxoxox #Girl why did I word these tags so badly I'm too tired to rephrase them

[something-about-sunflowers]

Thinking about Izzy with hanahaki, coughing up flowers over Ed for like 25-30 years. Yeah it sucks but its not gonna kill him. Obviously keeps it a secret (From Ed at least, Fang and Ivan caught on but they don’t wanna get involved in All That so they keep it to themselves and help Izzy out when he gets bad spells. None of them mention it but Izzy is grateful, which makes it all the worse when they start palling around with the Revenge crew over Izzy :’Tc).

(Uh, readmore cause I didn’t expect this to get. Like. Huge. lmao)

Then Stede Fucking Bonnet comes along and things get worse as he watches Ed fall for Stede, even if he doesn’t really understand. Still, he manages. Gotta push through, Ed would expect nothing less.

And when Stede leaves and the Kraken happens Izzy goes through a good bit of hell. Ed is barely out the room after the toe incident before Izzy is hacking up so many flowers he thinks he might actually die this time. He doesn’t, though. Cleans himself up, puts his shaky legs to work. (And then Lucius finds out, doesn’t really matter who pulled him back on board, Izzy knows about it because none of them are subtle. He keeps the secret because. He’s really not sure. But Lucius is in the walls and he hears Izzy having a fit and now he knows. He wants to ask. Tries to, even, Izzy shuts him down and he’s not even angry when he does it. Just. Defeated. Lucius silently adds another thing to his ‘Things I’m Gonna Bitch At Blackbeard For Once He’s Not Crazy Anymore’ list.)

When Stede comes back its. Better. For a while. There’s a lot of hurt all around but everyone is alive and they’re (mostly) talking it through as a crew. Ed makes his apologies to the crew, even to Izzy. Stede makes his apologies as well. Izzy accepts that This Is His Life Now. Since Stede seems to actually want to learn now that he can’t just throw money at all his problems Izzy offers to actually teach him (instead of ‘teaching’ him like Ed does). He shows him the ropes (literally), gets him passable with a sword, keeps Ed focused when he’s teaching him navigation (not Izzy’s strong suit, he can manage if he needs to but Ed’s always been better at it). They actually find themselves getting along.

Izzy starts joining the crew during ‘story time’ (sometimes its stories, sometimes its other group activities, easier to just give it the one label). One night, after Stede finishes the story and everyone is heading to bed, he watches Stede and Ed head to their cabin. Sometimes they’ll ask him along for a night cap, not always though, and its. Fine. But. He watches them head off without him. The way they hold each other as they go, smiling, only eyes for each other.

He barely makes it to his room before he’s coughing up the most flowers he’s done since Ed fed him his toe. He, frustratedly, sets to work cleaning them up but. He actually stops to look at them. He stares. And stares and stares.

Two distinct types of flowers littler his floor. He tries to deny it but he understands immediately the implications. Fuck.

Still, Izzy is nothing if not the worlds most repressed trooper. He sticks it out. Or. Tries to. Its hard because Stede and Ed keep asking after him and seeking him out and talking and touching him and. Its just camaraderie he knows but. It makes him want. And he knows he can’t have that. He wouldn’t have a damn botanical garden in his chest if he could. Its starting to take its toll on him though. He can tell its getting bad because Stede and Ed are starting to worry about him. They don’t say it in so many words but he can see it in their eyes. Ed is more hesitant to go on raids, makes up some excuse about his knee playing up more than usual, but Izzy knows it because he can see how his hands shake even when at rest and he’s thinking about him slipping up in a fight. Stede’s plying him with herbal teas and feeding him several small meals throughout the day, he’s noticed Izzy can’t stomach much anymore, how he’s getting weaker by the day because of it.

He leaves after Lucius catches him having another fit. A bad one. He says he’s going to get the captains but Izzy begs him not to. ‘Not yet,’ he lies, ‘I’ll tell them myself but. Just. Give me some time.’ Lucius begrudgingly agrees, gives him two days. ‘And if you haven’t told them by then I’m going to do it myself and you can thank me later.’ Izzy leaves that night.

He shouldn’t be surprised, when he finds Calico Jack in some seedy bar at the nearest port he can reach, though he is. ‘Thought you were dead.’ He finds himself relieved he’s not, its nice to have a familiar face around if he’s gonna die here. (He knows he’s dying. Not immediately, he’s got more fight in him than that, but. Its coming on the horizon and he knows it. Like he knows a storm eventually follows a red dawn.)

Jack eyes him, calculating, never as drunk as he pretends to be. Izzy doesn’t know what he sees but he breaks into his usual grin and says, ‘Nah, still got - what is it - four? Four lives left. Take more than some crazy bird’s cursed cannon ball to take down Calico Jack, babydoll.’ If it were anybody else, Izzy would be bristling at the nickname, but he’s long since resigned himself to being called things like that from Jack. Jack loses his easy grin though and adds ‘You look a bit like death fuckin warmed over though, fuck happened to you?’ There’s genuine care in his tone and it reminds Izzy so much of Ed and Stede and, thank fuck Jack seems to notice because Izzy’s slapping a hand over his mouth and Jack is taking his arm and they barely make it to the shitty little room Jack’s occupying before the petals start spilling out. Jack holds him through the fit, its nice. Izzy almost regrets when its over because Jack sets him down on the bed and steps back, fixes him with a look he’s too exhausted to decipher. ‘Fuck.’ He says, eventually. ‘Think we’re gonna need a drink for this.’ The alcohol burns his tender throat but he knows Jack is gonna get him to talk anyway and its easier with the rum so he drinks. And he talks.

Jack doesn’t call him an idiot but its strongly implied. Izzy doesn’t know what he expects him to do, its not as if he chose this. He doesn’t call him an idiot though, instead he. Takes care of him? Its odd, he knows Jack isn’t as callous and heartless as he pretends to be, knows he’s actually got pretty good bedside manners in fact (There’d been a time before all the legend and everything after when they were all sailing together, they’d lost their medic during a raid and Jack stepped up. He was no doctor but he knew enough to keep everyone from dying til they go someone new. He also had a child and Izzy knew, for all that he was regularly absent from their life, he wasn’t an absent father. He knew how to care for people.), but it surprises him nonetheless to have it turned towards him. Like it matters to him that Izzy is as comfortable as he can be, given the circumstances.

Izzy manages to be up and around most days but they’re growing fewer. Lacking much better to do (he’s never been good at sitting idle) he follows Jack around when he can manage to get out of bed. On days where he can’t Jack still goes out, Izzy wonders why, he mostly just drinks and fucks around, its hardly as if he can’t do that here with Izzy. He supposes he must not make for very good company, sorry state he’s in. Still.

He’s more than a bit annoyed that it takes him hacking up even more flowers after Jack leaves one morning, with a ‘Be back sometime this evening Babydoll, I got something for you,’ to realize. ‘Fuck’s sake,’ he rasps, staring down at the mound of three distinct types of petals. He’s so tired. He’ll clean it up later, promises himself he’ll be up before Jack gets back to clean them up.

He dreams of warm hands, fond smiles, soft touches, and tender voices and wakes coughing up more and more flowers. He can’t breathe. Tears sting his eyes, from the pain in his throat and his lungs, at the thought of being alone at the end like this. He spares a brief thought towards how Jack will react, coming back this evening to find him gone. Wonders how Stede would react. Edward. Still more flowers.

The door bursts open and Izzy doesn’t have the air or the energy to startle. Jack. Jack is there and he looks panicked. And there’s Stede behind him. And Edward. Somehow Izzy finds the air to let out a hysterical little laugh, it comes out more of a gasp. Must have died already, he thinks, how else could they all be here, as though his thoughts summoned them.

‘Izzy!’ He’s not sure which of them is calling him, his vision is starting to go spotty and his ears are ringing. Maybe none of them, maybe its a trick of his desperate, dying mind. There’s hands on him, warm and soft and. Instinct tells him to fight, he can’t see who’s touching him, he knows he needs to fight but. He’s so tired. He can’t see but he feels his eyes slip shut.

‘Izzy, I love you.’

Nothing.

#the dork is being a dork #the dork does a fic #apparently #izzy hands #edward teach #stede bonnet #jack rackham #uh #stackedhands #gentlejizzed #im not sure what the agreed upon ship name is tbh #izzy/ed/stede/cj #he wakes up afterward to some very angry worried faces #they're all crying and telling him they love him talking over each other #lucius is also there crying telling him he's a fucking idiot and he should have listened to him earlier #jack put 2 and 2 together to realize izzy was sick over ed and stede so when he went out without izzy he was tracking them down #as best he could without actually leaving trying to get the message to them that izzy was dying over them and 'if you dont get your sorry #fucking asses here before he does and fix this then i'm gonna fuckin kill yall myself' #naturally they were already looking for izzy and they booked it when word reached them #real talk i have no idea where this came from i was just struck by the thought #izzy hands‚ the one man repressed and stupid enough to almost die from hanahaki over THREE people at once #i hope its obvious that they all do love him and he's just really fucking stupid about it

[tiredassmage]

Rocks back up to the Jedi Council after disappearing for like three months, minimum, on the most terrible roller coaster ride ever with a new saber, new look, less baby, way more trauma round two electric boogaloo, oh and a new Sith and a new fashion, I guess: ‘Sup? How’s the war?

#lost in the fuckin' emperor's sauce dude #i cannOT get that sHITPOST FUCKIN TAKE OUT OF MY HEAD AHHH #poor rhyst i'm so fuckin' sorry dude this is what i'm doing to you #swtor #swtor screenshots #jedi knight #ch: rhyst #like i guess at least he got a hot new outfit out of this but at the cost of his psyche for a while i'm. #short straw asf #he told y'all this was a shit idea and NOW look what you did you fucked up a perfectly good promoted too fast jedi knight is what you did #maltaf will be having WORDS for the council about sending off his son like this

[girlwiththegreenhat]

any show finale that makes me cry like 4 times is a good finale in my book

#toh #the owl house #toh spoilers #liz blogs #look out i am about to put spoilers in the tags #leave now #ok #WAILS INCOMPREHENSIBLY ABOUT FLAPJACK'S GRAVE AT THE END #THANK YOU FOR FINDING ME!!!! SHUT UP!!!!! SHUT UP AAAAAAAA #AND HIS NEW PALISMAN IS A BLUEJAY I FUCKIGN KNEW IT..... #im glad he kept up with the bird themeing.... #i'm very happy belos's death was fucking undignified. thats exactly what he deserves #whining and bitching and then getting his gooey melty remains stomped out to death. fuck you old man fuck you old man f #the titans between realm design is fuckin Excellent. that is a man i can trust. last words to his son were a pun. respect #and all the time skip designs at the end... nobody talk 2 me. amity sidecut. lilith keeping her orange hair and her cool ass #adventurey outfit. gus has dreads now. hunters flapjack tattoo. help #im sad its over because there was totally room for that full 3rd and 4th season #disney i will never pay to watch any of your content ever again <3 suck my ass hope u lose billions for this blunder

[bitchdafuqyousay]

i am!! once again judging y'all!!

wtf is up with people using "roaring"/"roared" in their writing to like, describe the way a man sounds when ejaculating. like. what. why he in your ear just absolutely doin it lion style. who y'all fucking?? smaug?? tony the tiger?? I have never in my life experienced a man fuckin. r o a r . when he cums. like just say "he cried out", "he exclaimed loudly", hell if you want him screaming n crying (me too) just say "yelled". fuck is up with roared. enough of that.

#ik its really not that serious but its so. bad. to me #“he roared” huh. he fuckin what. why would you describe it like that. that's not sexy. imo at least #the writing on here is... hoo boy its really something. some of y'all write like you're tryna do numbers on “booktok” #I need some of y'all to bust out a thesaurus n look up new words I'm begging you to look up new words to use #look at my posts boy

[crimeronan]

hi, kitkat! i adore the princess luz au; the concept of belos being luz's very bad guardian is rlly interesting, but what's up with camilla in this au? is she still looking for her missing daughter?

GOD thinking about camila in the context of this AU makes me so fucking sad. okay so her very young kid disappeared without a trace after a history of already wandering off into potentially dangerous areas - god there are so many reasons parents can and do lose track of their kids for a few minutes, but can you imagine the fucking GUILT. I AM TOO SAD TO STAY IN THIS HEADSPACE

i'm genuinely not sure whether so many years later she'd still be actively looking (or at least keeping an eye out), versus having accepted that luz is dead and there will never be more closure than that (funeral probably included). BECAUSE IT MAKES ME TOO FUCKING SAD TO THINK ABOUT. FOLLOW YOUR HEART

however.

i DO know that no matter what, camila still has pictures of luz in the house, like normal people keep pictures of family. i know this because @perturbedmockery said:

and THAT.

well. THAT THOUGHT IS CERTAINLY GOING TO BE IN MY HEAD A WHILE.

#toh #princess luz au #confession i'm so fucking high right now that drafting and IDing this post felt like fuckin #like a baby who is just now for the first time being introduced to the concept of sound and eyes #so there's probably a better more impactful way to word this answer. BUT FUCKNG LOOK WHAT MOCK SAID #YOU WALK INTO YOUR HOUSE AND YOUR DEAD DAUGHTER IS THERE LOOKING EXACTLY LIKE SHE DID THE LAST TIME YOU DROPPED HER OFF AT SCHOOL?? #JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. #replies

[masked-and-doomed]

Respect to the song writers for putting out the "ABCDEF– GO!" Real. Lovely lyrics (genuine)

#I'm looking at this line. yknow how faust in strive now speaks like short sentences. few words. and it croaks outta his throat. #maybe he's having troubles on what words to use. what words mean. thats why he comes up with little to say because. #He put his energy to say. really. he's struggling hard. #so this line. is like. him even reciting the alphabet is hard. #He can manage some thoughts but it comes out awkward and messy. #grips onto him. no wonder the f.uture di.ary wiki said that beloved yomotsu might've been inspired by Faust. #Silly depressed man putting up a mask to still bring smiles. and he goes back to being 💥💥 Grahh. Of course though. #he's still trying his best. *the idles*... his wilting flower... the way he moves his fingers like he's trying to entertain a kid.... #ohhh what a guy!!! #I need to shake him.. need to comfort him.. #FUCKING GUY !!!! 💙💙💙💙 #ohh i hope he can get better... i hope his will persists on despite the high mountains he is climbing.... #i. need to see his story mode. soon. #anyway. erm. fuck zato. 😊 i don't have much grudge. kinda personal but I'm not actually angry but he is. an ass. #i dunno look if faust wants him dead I salute and i will fuckin. kill. #whatever tagging. why not. #guilty gear #faust gg #faust guilty gear #ah rambling

[thetardisisnotourdivision]

I can't fucking believe that I procrastinated my gender for like. A good three years.

#Like in fairness I was in an incredibly abusive environment already #Questioning my gender was the last fuckin thing I needed so I was just like “that's a problem for later” #Butttttttttt... Now I've got no idea what I'm doing #Like I've cut my hair??? I like looking like a boy???? #But I also know that a few months ago I was straight up wearing floor length skirts on the daily and braiding my hair with flowers?????? #and my definition of “boy” and “man” is so inherently fucked up bc of the abuse that I'm unwilling to actually use those words??? #And I chose the name I use for a reason as a promise (long story) but it's really feminine???? #And it'd be nice if people would be ok with using two different names for me if it turns out I am genderfluid but????? #They almost certainly won't?????? #Like most of them refuse to use my chosen name anyway and I'm just. To polite to correct them. #no I'm not canadien I'm british #Anyway help? #Bc I realised all this the other day LITERALLY AN HOUR before I went on stage and almost had a complete breakdown?????? #good news is there's this trans boy in my performing arts group and he was so nice and supportive that I didn't cry in the end #much anyway but still?????? I procrastinated my fucking gender????????? And now I'm fuckin confused??????? #Also I can now cosplay one of my OCs #So that's cool #Remember the name Becky Roberts guys #Like if I am trans for genderfluid or whatever it'll help next year with The Plan (which I may elaborate on if asked) #but also???? My parents still refuse to accept that I'm a lesbian if I tell them “yo I periodically become a boy” #They'll probably yell at me at BEST #“that's not a real thing!!!” NEITHER IS YOUR FAÇADE OF A HAPPY FAMILY BUT YOU BELIEVE IN THAT #*ahem* anyway yeah I'm struggling if anyone has any advice pls help #Oh and I've only told like one person I've cut my hair and I'm meeting up with a load of friends on Sunday #Bwhahahhahahahhah #help me #tw abuse mention #queer community

[spaceshipkat]

love the suggested synonyms for "hi"

#like one's all formal #one is used to incite dogs to chase during a hunt #one sounds like that my uh hee or whatever tf vid from when i was in what middle school? #and then there's british and italian #also no i wasn't looking up synonyms of 'hi' for any purpose #when i'm thinking about whatever i'm writing i tend to look up word's suggested synonyms bc usually they're fuckin ghilarious #also also i'm braindead bc revisions and deadline

[yoonstudios]

.

#another vent! don't read if you don't want to! it's long. #so um. my mom and i got in a small fight while out shopping. not anything extraordinary just a regular small dispute and she got #kind of annoyed. and whenever anyone annoys her she *always* says 'it's fine' or 'i'm fine/over it" and it has become noticeable to me #over time. so i told her 'i know you're annoyed with me' and she literally told me 'fine. do you want me to just start telling me that #i'm annoyed with you??' and i was like 'what? yes! why wouldn't i want you to??' but she didn't really answer it. we got into the car #and i said 'sorry i didn't mean to upset you earlier' and of course she was like 'oh it's fine' so i just said to her: #'what i wanted to say was that telling me how i annoyed you and told me what you thought would get us a lot further than just covering your #emotions with a constant 'i'm fine' and not telling me anything.' #and was just like: 'i love you madison but that's not how it works.' #like ????? girl yes it is how it works!! good communication strengthens trust in relationships!! how is this a foreign concept to you?? #but something clicked when she said 'look your father hates it when people talk about their feelings or how actions and words #make them feel. if i get used to telling you how you made me feel then i'll start doing it to your father.' #and i just fuckin. sat there. i didn't even say anything for a good minute bc i was so astonished but everything like. made sense. #this house is so full of 'i don't care' 'fuck you/off' 'i'm fine' and so many other harsh words and careless but hostile name-calling— #we don't even know how to tell each other how we feel and think. there's no healthy connection. whenever someone gets emotional by #crying or saying something about how they feel they're called 'soft' 'snowflake' 'sensitive' or sometimes worse names i won't mention #but it's all the same shit. the shaming of being human is revolting but it also shows how dysfunctional this household is. like #it seriously checks every. single. mark. i don't even tell my mom about my problems because all i ever get back is a 'just relax' or #'stop being ridiculous' and there's no sign of comfort or trying to problem-solve anything. it's just 'get over it you'll be fine.' #it made me realize that everyone in this house doesn't know how to properly communicate or work through emotions- thoughts- and conflicts. #myself included. ever since the age of 9 i had such a hard HARD time showing and receiving affection (physical and emotional) from friends #but i didn't know why! it just felt so goddamn foreign! but now it just. now i understand where my deeply rooted #emotional unavailability came from. healthy communication of affection and conflict was never shown to me and all i ever saw from #my parents were fights. lots and lots of fights. i think i thought that's all normal relationships looked like. i thought any affection or #display of healthy communication was fake and a trap of some kind so i just never even chanced a good friendship. i started having healthy #friendships just in late 2020 when i started realizing what in the fuck was going on. i'm more mature than a reserved 9 year old girl now #of course so i'm learning how to be more emotionally available but. i just need a minute. what the fuck.

[blujayonthewing]

my grandma, hugging me at our wedding rehearsal: I’m so happy you two are finally doing as God has commanded

me, has been Living In Sin for nearly a decade: ...... okay

#commanded isn't the word she used it was something slightly softer but I cannot for the LIFE of me remember what it was #regardless this was the intent and I 😐 #I don't know that having a strictly secular wedding ten years into the relationship is gonna make a difference to god at this point but okay #my grandma's been christian my whole life but she's recently gotten very weird about it #she could certainly be a lot WORSE but it's still driving me bonkers #she put Romans 10:9-10 in our wedding card and I stopped everything to look it up like 'this had BETTER be about love and marriage' #friends it is not #and like 'I'm so glad you're gonna sign some papers so that fuckin isn't a sin anymore' grandma WHAT do you expect me to SAY to THAT!!! #AND LIKE. IT'S MADE UP! IT IS MADE UP. IT'S PAPERWORK. IT'S A MANMADE LEGAL ARRANGEMENT #if god is real then he ought to know that we're already faithfully married in our hearts! why does HE care that now we can file joint taxes! #nearly a week later and still thinkin about this kjdhgkdfh #my grandma getting more and more (benevolently!) aggressively religious wouldn't bother me as much if it wasn't AWKWARD every time #'GOD will always bless the two of you.... whether you believe that or not' okay so like you know that second bit was the problem right #I can graciously and gratefully accept a blessing but you made it WEIRD #HHH. ANYWAY. #about me #irl frens #(catchall real life people tag)

[stirdrawsandreblaws]

seeing a lot of misinfo posts surging in the wake of Site Owner's Tantrum but there's a single point i keep seeing over and over that i really want to address:

tumblr banning users posing as black activists who were actually paid workers for the russian "internet research agency" is not some shit they made up to ban black activists

that was a very real psyop across multiple social media sites, and there were multiple governments and investigation orgs involved in tracking them down.

do not put actual black activists in the same fucking category as political catfishers who used uninvolved peoples' photos (putting them at risk of personal harm) while intentionally spreading misinfo and attempting to disrupt anti-racist and anti-fascist action, among other things

#i do not fucking trust anyone spreading that 'oh they were actually legit accounts' shit and neither should you #especially after seeing the level of misinfo and the danger to people whose pics had been stolen and used like holy fucking shit #if you care about queer people and people of color you need to care about people impersonating them for ill intent #and not sit there and go 'well the ceo is an idiot therefore we've been lied to this whole time about Absolutely Everything' #lemme be perfectly fuckin honest with you: im not even sure he was telling the truth about the mod selling moderator actions #it could be true. it could also be him trying to make up something big that he thought would make him look totally-not-transphobic #so like. broadly speaking i do not and will not take his word for Anything At All Whatsoever. BUT. i follow a lot of staff and ex-staff #(many of whom were fired or quit) and i believe what they agree on and corroborate across multiple accounts-- #especially the ones who got fired. they don't have any reason to lie or cover anyone on current staff's ass. #and i have yet to see any of them speak out on the veracity of that particular moderator's existence so i'm withholding judgment on it #but i did see many of them (+news outlets) talk about the russian troll accounts & evidence after the mass ban. so i believe that #anyway all i'm asking is for y'all to consider your sources--and their possible motives/sources/biases--and do research on your own #rather than rolling with what feels good to believe or what you think justifies your anger. arm yourself w/ facts whenever possible.

[a-simple-spiders-oc-dump]

The Kiddos From Universe 1 At Calypso Water Park

so one of my favourite character-building exercises I like to do is figure out how my OCs would act going to the theme park I used to go to a lot when I was in high school - Calypso Water Park. and while I've done this for the Realm Kiddos before, I haven't done it RECENTLY, and especially not since the canon shift. so fuck it!! we ball!!

Lydia is very much the Mom Friend of the group. She's the one who makes sure everyone's brought everything they need before heading out, and the one who pesters everyone to put on sunscreen (on Trinity's behalf). She's not the biggest fan of a lot of the slides, but she'll go on the smaller ones, especially if they're two-person slides and only one member of the group wants to go on 'em. Otherwise, she spends the day relaxing in the lazy river and spending time with Trinity to make sure she feels included. Probably gets a stomach ache from eating ice cream and then immediately getting roped into going on slides.

Sinclair is ADAMANT about going on literally every single slide in the park, probably bragging the whole time that these slides are child's play for them. In reality, they're fucking terrified of slides like Adrenaline (basically a straight drop), and completely chicken out at the Aqua Loops. They do get very competitive during races the group have on the Fast Track, and eventually it's just Sinclair and Sydney doing the ride over and over again until one of them is the definitive victor. The two bond afterwards over their bruised stomachs and somehow managing to steal the entirety of their meals (because both of them decided the food was super overpriced and thus it was stupid to pay for it).

Cynthia is largely just trying to keep track of everyone, since that's just instinct for her at this point, but after some time she starts to relax and do what she wants. I think the wave pool would be her favourite attraction, and she'd spend a bunch of time there just seeing how long she can last against the waves in the deep end of the pool (probably having a friendly competition with Dylan to see who can last the longest at least once.) She doesn't care too much for the slides, not because she's scared of them - they just don't really interest her. Still has a relatively good day against all odds!

Dylan is going fucking EVERYWHERE. He's doing Fast Track races with Sydney, Sinclair and the twins. He's going on Canyon Rafting with as much of the group as he can gather in one place. He's lounging in the lazy river. He's surviving the wave pool with Cynthia. He's eating a big hot dog and then immediately going back into it and then needs to rest on one of the lounge chairs in front of the wave pool because he gave himself a stomach cramp. Dylan is in his element here and he's having the TIME OF HIS LIFE. I think he might end up going into a bit of a funk for a few days afterwards because he got so much serotonin from this trip that he simply cannot get in his daily life. Plans on making this an annual event the second they leave the park at the end of the day.

Morgan loudly complains the whole time everyone is planning this excursion, calling it a waste of time, saying it's dumb baby shit, asking to stay home... But then everyone gets to the park and they learn that Morgan has a well-hidden thrill-seeking side. Sinclair TRIES to go on every slide in the park, but Morgan SUCCEEDS. Although, this comes with a downside... There are multiple slides that require two people that only Sinclair, or worse, Sydney are willing to go on with her. She definitely bullies Sinclair over being scared of the Aqua Loops and rubs it in their face when she does it, like, "see? I survived the big scary plastic slides. coward." Sinclair will probably seethe over this for the next week.

Sydney. is. fucking. ELATED. You just brought the Realm's biggest thrill-seeker to a water park that claims to have the fastest slides in the world! Peak enrichment!! Much like Dylan, she's absolutely everywhere, and it's really hard to track her down. Much like Morgan, she also goes on every single ride in the park, minus a couple because she got so caught up with the Fast Track bullshit. She and Sinclair get to do crime together too, which is just a nice bonus. She does get some weird looks due to her extensive scars, because sometimes people suck, but Sydney Could Not Care Less About This, There Are Slides To Be Conquered And Friends To Compete With Over Stupid Shit.

Trinity is deathly afraid of heights. This means basically every slide is off-limits for her. Additionally, she's pretty self-conscious about her death scar on her neck, and this doesn't help her social anxiety much. Mostly just sticks to Lydia, Dylan, Cynthia or Morgan's sides for the majority of the trip, watching everyone else have fun, but after a bit Bianca and Troy coax her to come with them to Pirate's Aquaplay and she starts to really enjoy herself. The three of them go under the bigass bucket there together (because when you go to Calypso you HAVE to step under the bucket) and the twins keep her from getting knocked over by the water, and it's the loudest anyone's heard Trinity laugh before.

Bianca desperately WANTS to keep up with Sydney but. holy shit. that's a LOT of slides. Her paranoia kinda ebbs and flows throughout the day regarding Troy, because on one hand, More People = More People Who Could Hurt Him, but on the other hand... who'd kill a kid surrounded by so many people?? (The latter reasoning is mostly her trying to fight that shit off with a metaphorical stick for the sake of actually being able to enjoy her day. It... only kind of works, much to her own chagrin.) And, at the very least, the two spend most of their day with Sydney, who Bianca full-heartedly trusts. (Maybe not to keep them safe from over-exertion, but at least to keep them safe from anyone who might try to hurt either twin.) She joins Troy in his gremlin antics at Pirate's Aquaplay, and is the one to suggest that Trinity come and join them to experience The Bucket. She heads to the gift shop early while Troy and Sydney are hanging out and gets everyone surprisingly thoughtful souvenirs from the day.

Troy is that little shit who goes to Pirate's Aquaplay and dumps the mini-buckets on kids' heads when they pass under it. I know this, because I was that little shit when I was a kid, and I know it's exactly the kind of thing Troy would love. A lot of the slides scare him more than he's willing to admit, and he especially hates any of the covered slides because they make him feel claustrophobic, but the big exception to this is the Turbo Lab. Partially due to the theming, partially due to the fact that they aren't super fast or tall slides, and partially because the ones he likes best are ones he can go on with his friends. By and large, though, he's mostly just following the group and joining in on activities like Canyon Rafting and Fast Track races. I like to think he and Bianca also make a bet on whether they can last more than five minutes in the kiddie pool without being kicked out. They barely even last a minute.

Gamma got volunteered by Alice to be a chaperone. He fucking hates it. Not just because it's REALLY hard to keep track of nine humans when they're all going on different rides on different ends of the park, not just because there are more people in the park that day than Gamma's seen in his entire life, but because Gamma has a secret phobia of drowning/being underwater. Being around this much water? That's hell to him. Either Alice or Sinclair has to explain the concept of a "lifeguard" to him to keep him from spontaneously combusting out of stress, and he can't look at the wave pool without his stomach twisting up in knots. Also? He refuses to wear swimwear. He's still in his fucking suit. He only vaguely understands why he's getting strange looks from everyone. Needless to say, Gamma does not have fun, but the humans had a great time and no one got seriously hurt, and once it's all over, that's all that truly matters to him. (He still needs to take a day or two to recover tho, because being hyper-vigilant for that long is fucking exhausting. And by 'take a day' I mean he spends a little more time than usual reading between patrolling the woods and making sure his siblings do their jobs, because Gamma doesn't understand that he can take a sick day without everything exploding, so there's no way he's taking a mental health day voluntarily.)

Alice would fucking LOOOOOOVE to go, but because of the Mechanics Of How Realms Work, she physically cannot. (The humans obviously can't go back to their homeworld, so they have to go to a different Reality in order to go to Calypso, and Alice is shackled to her Realm and the Reality it branched off from. I'm torn between it being a "if I leave I die instantly and I Do Not Want That" situation or "yeah I've got a built-in aversion to leaving this place that's kind of like a primal fear and I'm Not Fucking With That" situation. Could be both!) She still makes an adorable swimsuit for herself just for fun and watches everyone's day through portals while eating popcorn. She also spends a good amount of time talking with Gamma over his communication device whenever he starts getting overwhelmed by the. fucking EVERYTHING happening that day. Absolutely gets him to bring her back a souvenir from the park. (Oh, also, the group circumvents the money issue via Alice basically creating counterfeit money. Hey, they're only there for a day! What are the cops gonna do, track them down across time and space for a couple of forged twenties?)

#Universe 1 #The Gang's All Here #it was going to be LITERALLY every human(oid) character in Universe 1 but. tumblr wouldn't let me post it??? #did this site get a word count limit when I wasn't looking or someshit??? #anyways!! long story short: #(in a hypothetical post-main story Everybody Lives And Nothing Sucks timeline) #if Dawn went too Dylan would try to spend more time with her while they're there. it's awkward but it helps a little #and Dawn finally has a chance to fully relax for the first time in fucking AGES #meanwhile the Oracle couldn't go at all because her seer powers have left her pretty incapable of being able to be around large groups #or in water that she could drown in because. if you can't perceive what's happening in the moment you can't exactly. tell you're drowning. #but she doesn't care much because all of Alice's soldiers are basically strangers to her and she didn't like water slides to begin with lol #Alice's guards also can't go for. obvious reasons. #although the mental image of El and Ar in one of those two-person floatie tubes is fucking hilarious to me #like ''uh yeah can you let my fuckin rock dogs go on this water slide please? I've never asked before.'' #if you're asking why I made this. I don't fucking know. but it sure was fun!!! #I'm sure this is kinda incomprehensible to anyone who didn't grow up in southern Ontario lmao #just look at the Calypso website they've got all the attractions listed there #(along with the cheesy mascot-esque characters that go with them afahjsdgfjhasd I've got a soft spot for them)

[bitten-fruit]

Simon forgets how strong he is

18+ MDNI - cw: bruising - ~700 words

just some Simon Riley NSFW brainrot ♥︎ - part 2-ish, and part 3-ish here!!

Simon forgets how to be gentle.

When he's at war, fighting and shooting and killing day and night, all he knows is hardness. Brutality. Ruthlessness. His hands and heart grow calloused and rough in his months away from you. Using his unfathomable strength to survive is what he grows used to, it becomes second nature.

But it's your softness he remembers, to keep himself sane. It's all he thinks about. Dreams of.

The way the flesh of your hips, your ass, your breasts, your belly, pillows so deliciously between his fingers when he squeezes his handful - so warm, so supple. The way your vanilla-balmed lips graze his scarred skin so tenderly, however undeserved your sweetness is.

And when he finally returns home, after months of missing, craving you - when you stand in the door, honey thighs bare by virtue of the black panties you wore just to torture him, soft tummy peeking out from under your crop-top - he just can't restrain himself.

You greet him with your sugary smile, stretching up on your toes to curl your loving arms around his neck - your gentle voice, music; "Si, ah! I'm so glad you're okay…"

The moment your velvet skin touches his, his shackles crumble. Like a beast starved, he clutches you. Mammoth arms curl around you, constricting, gripping you eagerly like you might be a dream; liable to turn to a memory, to smoke.

His avaricious embrace lifts your feet from the ground, though he doesn't mean to - he burrows his nose and mouth into the crook of your neck, lets the curls of your hair smother him and fill his chest with the faint scent of your fruity shampoo. Fights every urge to take a bite, like you're a ripe nectarine.

Growls into your skin, through his jaw; "I fuckin' missed you, love. Christ, you have no idea how much I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby…" you coo into his ear, even your breathing is tender - he can't take it.

So he ferries you immediately to the sitting room, scoops you up like you weigh nothing, lets you coil your buttery thighs around his waist as he sits you on his lap on the sofa.

His wide hands take their greedy handfuls of your body - of your waist, of your hips, of your thighs, of your ass. Finally indulging the impulses he had dreamed about for so long - the very image he had fucked his fist to more times than he could count while parted from you.

With his teeth on your shoulder, tongue laving your warm skin; "So fuckin' soft," he grumbles deeply, and urges, "pretty thing. So soft. Fuck, I missed you."

His cock is hasty to grow boulder-solid under his trousers, and he chastises himself - but you answer with a cloying giggle, grinding your mound against its rigidity as if to torment him.

"Mm, you did miss me," you tease, little brat.

Then in an instant, all he can think about is the softness of your syrupy pussy, the gumminess of the inside of your cunt as its walls caress and milk his cock like it was built just to fit him.

You make him fucking ravenous, so voraciously eager to have you that he doesn't even notice his hands turn to vices around your flesh - fingers burrowing so deeply into the cheek of your ass that he might break through the skin.

"Ah!" You yelp, "Ow - Simon - you're hurting me-"

Your squeak of pain is enough to immediately shatter him - so he rapidly lifts you off of him, protecting you from his impulse. Stands you on your feet so that you're no longer victim to his inability to control himself.

"Shit, I'm sorry-" he grunts under his breath, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's-" Your brows curl in worry, turning to look at where he had clawed you - and he sees the purple bruises where his hand had wrenched the flesh of your ass, the red lines where his fingernails had nearly punctured you. "Oh," you breathe at the sight, "…wow."

Drowning in visceral shame, he can barely bring himself to touch you again. But your soft hand caresses his hair, running through the sandy tresses - you, somehow, the one to comfort him.

"It's okay, baby, I know you didn't mean to," you purr fondly, and he leans forward to shamefully press as soft a kiss as he can into the bruise he gave you. Fucking monster.

"I'm sorry," he croaks into your skin, hoping his guilt will reverse his barbarity. "I just missed you."

"I know," you croon, turning to plant a loving kiss into his hair. "It's okay."

You guide him to lean back, mounting his lap again, letting your pelvis grind against the erection you were quick to reawaken.

His hands barely ghosting over your skin, he restrains himself, touches you carefully.

You whisper, into his stubbled cheek; "I'll show you how to be gentle again."

#bet simon knows how to apologise to you #spoilers it involves his tongue #cod fic #cod smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x female reader #ghost x reader #call of duty smut

[cntloup]

"Hey! What are you doing?!" he nearly shouts as he quickly rushes to take the bags of groceries from you.

You're eight months pregnant and your husband has been immensely loving, helpful and considerate, but safe to say overbearing at times.

"I just wanted to help." you say sheepishly, a slight pout forming on your lips.

"I've got it." he says, tone harsher than he intended as he grabs the bags without even looking at you, then leaves, thinking nothing of it.

You stomp your feet to the bedroom, well, as well as you can in your state and slam the door behind you.

He's startled at the sound and it dawns on him just now what he has done, "Fuckin' hell." he grumbles under his breath.

He finds you lying down on the bed and walks over to sit beside you.

"I'm sorry, love. I shouldn't have talked to you that way." he apologizes in a much softer voice.

He places one hand on your waist and the other on your belly, tenderly rubbing soothing circles only for you to pull away and turn your back to him.

His heart shatters in his chest as he stares at you with desperate, apologetic eyes.

And shortly after, he hears the soft sound of your sniffles.

He shuffles on the bed to get closer to you, lightly touching your arm, "Love?" he beckons softly, eyebrows furrowed as he feels truly concerned now.

"Please, lovie. Talk to me." he pleads, fingers gently brushing against your bare arm.

Your hiccupped cry gets louder by the second until you’re full on sobbing as you curl into yourself.

"Fuck! I'm so sorry, love." he apologizes again, feeling more and more desperate and helpless.

He lies down behind you and pulls you closer to him by the waist and his hand rests on your belly.

He murmurs 'I'm sorry' and 'I love you' into your hair over and over again, not really knowing what else to do in order to calm you down.

Until suddenly he hears your burst of giggles, not sure if he heard correctly.

"It tickles!" you giggle again as his breath tickles your neck.

He slightly shifts in his place, supporting his weight on his arm and lifting himself up to look at you in surprise of the sudden change in your mood.

You turn your head to look back at him with a lovely smile, making his breath hitch in his throat.

"Yeah?" a mischievous smile forms on his face and his hands move to your sides.

And before you can react, he's tickling you mercilessly.

"Siii!" you whine in between uncontrollable laughter and thrashing your arms around trying to stop him from his brutal tickle attacks as he smirks and laughs at your attempts, enjoying this way more than he should.

Until all of a sudden a loud drawn-out gasp leaves your mouth and he immediately stops, "Fuck! Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" he asks in deep concern as his eyes stir around, looking for any sign of damage.

You just take his hand and place it on your belly with no words and at first, he looks confused, but quickly realizes what you meant, his eyes lighting up as he feels your baby's kicks against his palm.

He feels tears prickle the corner of his eyes and can't help but kiss you with such flaming love and fierce devotion that he feels for both of you.

And you spend the rest of the day in each other's arms, feeling your baby's kicks with pure happiness in your hearts and he soothingly rubs your belly and kisses you when you whine in pain.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #cod x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost riley #ghost simon riley #cod fanfic #ghost cod #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod #mw2 #cod modern warfare

[sehtoast]

sometimes I want to post stuff I've written while in the feels but I also worry about clogging the blog with irrelevant stuff

I guess I'll rant in the tags but sometimes I try to do therapeutic writing and it helps but s i g h

#sehtoast rambles #I just... I had a really good day. a really fucking good past 24 hours. but someone had to say something #something fucked and rude and something that they'd be *hurt* if someone said to them #but because it was me. because it was to a trans person who they know is insecure about said topic... it was just fine #it's always okay for people to remind us of what we lack. but if we did it back... there'd be true hell to pay #idk i just feel like dog water now. always just the most insane pain that nothing I do or become will ever be enough #that I will be alone for choosing peace #and every fucking day. somehow some way someone throws it all in my face #I just want to feel like I'm worthy of anything #but I'm so often reminded that I'm not #all i wanted was to know I made someone I care about happy #I don't even fucking want anything in return. but it was nice to think for a second the interest might have been mutual. #for even a fuckin fraction of a second #then someone completely uninvolved reminded me that I lack and the person I care for won't look past that. #and I know objectively... those aren't the person I care for's words #but it still hurts to know my happiness needed to be shot down simply because I chose to find peace with my vessel #and I should be reminded at every opportunity that my peace is nothing so long as someone can find a laugh at the expense of it #and remind me that I will never be enough