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I know nothing about the law but Rebelcaptain rival divorce lawyers au where one of them represents one of the spouses and the other represents the other spouse and they're both actively trying to sabotage each other to get the best deal for their respective client while also having passionate hate sex on the side because they may hate each other but they're also really attracted to each other
(bonus points if the couple is Han and Leia, Cassian represents Leia, Jyn represents Han, and they don't end up divorcing in the end)
#shut up sissi#idk idk im feeling it#smg smg divorce lawyers who constantly deal with the end of relationships and bitter exes still finding love#and realizing it's worth the struggle#and how it's kinda poetic#smg smg#rebelcaptain#divorce lawyers au
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i have been unmedicated for the entirety of spring break and thus have had little interest in writing this down, but i have been thinking about this for the entire week (as well as a dpdc clone danny au that resulted in it becoming its entirely separate batman au that includes a teenage vigilante bruce wayne, an ocarina, and me entirely incapable of making a batman au without making bruce dirt poor but we're not talking about that) and so i've finally went 'fuck it' and forcibly grabbed my laptop. I will get this done in one sitting even if it kills me.
BUT. This is about neither clone^2 danny nor about who i am calling Ocarina Batman. This is about my Danyal Al Ghul Au and more SPECIFICALLY it's me thinking about his relationship with Sam and Tucker specifically.
Tucker and Sam? Adore this asshole (affectionate) with every fiber of their being. And it is very much a reciprocated feeling, but Danny's thoughts will not be delved into much other than he would kill for them.
Tucker? The only person currently capable of getting a deep, loud, belly laugh out of Danny. Sam can get him to smile and to laugh, but it's the kind that's a chuckle-under-the-breath. The quiet, looks-down-while-huffing laughter. Snorts once with laughter and then grins stupidly.
But Tucker? Tucker can crack a slew of stupid jokes and Danny will be incapacitated for the next five minutes because he's laughing so hard that he can't breath. He lands one well-timed pun or quip and Danny will be close to tears. His laughter is their favorite sound in the whole world.
Sam is lowkey jealous of this ability, and she's gotten a belly laugh out of Danny a few times. But alas, it is Tucker who wields this power and has gotten it the most times out of the two of them.
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They're also both physically affectionate with Danny as much as possible. It started roughly around when they were 12-ish, a year since they befriended Danny, and they noticed that he sought after touch but never seemed to initiate (and was in some ways repulsed by it). They started slowly being more touchy with him. Hooking a finger around his to lead him somewhere, tapping his wrist, looping arms. Little touches, grabs, etc, to get him used to it, and once he started doing it back they started increasing it.
It's gotten to a point where he will now just. Lay on them. Like a lizard sunbathing on a rock. Leaning on their backs when they're sitting in class before the bell rings, his chin on their heads. He'll talk about anything with his arms looped around their shoulders.
If they're sitting on a couch at either of their houses, he'll lay his legs on theirs. Him and Tucker will press their feet against the other's and try and push against them (newsflash: Danny always wins, Tucker claims its the ghost strength but Danny's been winning since before his accident)
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Naturally, both Sam and Tucker know where Danny keeps his weapons on his person, and are allowed to grab them off of him if they need it. His only requirement is that they don't lose his weapons if they take it and forget to return it immediately.
They both understand how big of a thing this is from Danny, and so they do their best to treat his weapons with a lot of respect and care because they know its his way of saying he trusts them.
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Sam and Tucker are so fond of Danny it's insane. Like fr. That's their goddamn best friend, and they are so protective of him. Emotionally, physically, you name it. They will tear the head off a grown man if they need to, Danny's had scars since he arrived in Amity Park and Sam and Tucker both are going to find the person who put them there and make them pay for it.
One time, Tucker overheard a bunch of upperclass girls speaking nastily about Danny and about the rumors surrounding him, calling him names like 'freak', 'monster', etc. Danny was with him and heard it, and seemingly appeared unbothered by it, even telling Tucker that he was used to such rumors.
Tucker was so furious that hacked into the school system later that night and tanked those girls grades. They were kicked out of their clubs and had to go to mandatory tutoring for the rest of the year. He made sure to leave some way of letting them know it was him who did it.
And Sam doesn't like using her money for things, doesn't like abusing that wealth. So instead, whenever her parents talk bad about Danny, she causes a media incident that has her parents scrambling to deal with. She does something wild, outrageous by her parents' standards.
She heard some boys on the basketball team making fun of Danny once, similar to those girls had. She kicks up a fuss about something eco-unfriendly at school and forcibly holds a protest on the same day of the big home basketball game, forcing them to cancel the event and reschedule to a visiting school.
She anonymously donates money so that there's new uniforms for the team but oops! Looks like she "forgot" to donate enough money for them to get uniforms for all the team members, and strangely enough those boys in particular didn't get them! Looks like they'll have to wait until more money gets donated for the basketball team to get their new, nice uniforms. The old ones look so ratty in comparison, right?
And since the football team gets most of the sport money, that might just take awhile. And if (and when) they kick up a fuss? oops! Off the basketball team you go, :) such unsportsman-like behavior is unfit for the team.
(The only good thing about how corrupt the school system is is that she can use it to her advantage too.)
The both of them know that Danny suspects them for the sudden misfortune falling on these people, but he doesn't call them out on it. He's kinder than he used to be, but not kind enough to vouch for people who speak badly of him. Sometimes, he might just congratulate them on not getting caught.
Because Danny is their wonderful, hurt friend with a "slightly" Blue and Orange Moral code, and enough scars that people have been calling him a criminal (and worse) since he arrived in Amity Park when he was ten. And they'll be damned if he gets hurt anymore.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#dpdc#danyal al ghul#its kinda hard to get my thoughts in order bc i am ✨unmedicated✨ rn BUT#this is the gist of it#i could wax poetic about how much sam and tucker adore danny as their friend but alas. the wax is not waxing. it is stuck to the paper#and i am chipping it off with my nail and its getting stuck under it.#ocarina batman has been in my head since friday someone come sedate me. him and pit fighter batman too. who is ALSO a piss poor teenage#bruce wayne who instead of a vigilante and villains is a PIT FIGHTER. he fights blindfolded thats why he's called the bat#ocarina batman's Look is if you combined punk + assassins creed aesthetic together and then gave it an ocarina#the ocarina is because i thought it'd be cool if its how he and robin communicated across long distances bc they didnt have comms#because they are ✨poor✨ and live in a one room apartment in crime alley.#and also the mental image of him sitting on. rooftop ledge in the rain playing 'song of storms' from LoZ was too fantastic to ignore#like bro imagine hearing that as a criminal. you're off doing shady shit with your gang and in the distance you hear the faint and#haunting melody of an ocarina. two of them in a call and response duet. and its getting closer. and you cannot find where#siren type shit fr fr#look he has the assassins creed hood and a long ass coat that has spikes on the end that when flared out looks like the silhouette of a bat#on fucking GOD i am this 👌 close to finding an artist doing commissions to make this for me. i am frothing at the mouth#he is 17-19 years old with his little brother-son Robin. Logically Robin is Dick but in my heart of hearts the first Robin is Jason#and he has perfected the art of getting his older brother to play songs on the pan flute for him. long pitchy whine on his own ocarina#the familiar childlike 'pleeeaaaaaaase?' and he knows he's won when there is a 10s silence on the other end before his brother plays#a lullaby.#look up 'sailor moon - pan flute (relaxing) on youtube' and when there's the thumbnail of two green skinned aliens with long blue and pink#hair. click on it. THAT is the song Bruce plays.#hhhhhhhhhhh frothing at the mouth over this au sooo fucking badly
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this you knew.
warnings : (workplace) established but private relationship. fluff. that's about it actually.
also, this mostly just weirdly poetic and emotional writing. not a lot of plot or substance. sorry!
a/n: carmen refers to reader as "pico," short for "piccola" (small), and reader refers to carmen as raga, short for "ragazzone," (big boy) sorry if these nicknames are cringe they're cute to me !!!!
Fuck, it was cold.
Why did winter have to stretch out for such an excruciating amount of time? It had been snowing since late November—which, at this rate, might continue until March, give or take.
The holidays had just passed, stores were back open, The Bear was back under maintenance, leisure was nonexistent. There was no need for slush on the sidewalks and frost on your car window. You'd already spent the holidays with your extended family, even after swearing up and down you had no intention on coming home this year. Anything remotely related to that mistake needed to be disposed of.
Tonight was calm. Almost too calm. Richie and Marcus were still laying out the general foundation of the dining hall, and Carmen finally beat his record timing for passing through each station of the kitchen marked by green tape. You were pretty much free to go home. Especially since Sydney was the first to leave and encouraged you to do the same.
But just as you walked out of the empty kitchen space through the back door, something urged you to walk back in.
Just act like you forgot something.
Quickly swinging the door open and turning the corner into Natalie's office, where you knew Carmen would be, you stopped. Just barely near the frame.
Altered by your presence, Carmen snapped out of the trance that was staring at the empty space of the wall in front of him. He spun around in the 5-wheeled chair to face you.
"Raga?" you called out, not wanting to intrude as you stepped into the box of the office. Despite the door being wide open like it always was.
Raga. Sure, he wasn't a huge fan of petnames—but it made him feel like he was yours.
And he was. And you were his. Possibly for months now. And you even started to feel it. The word "boyfriend," though it wasn't used religiously, didn't feel bitter in your mouth. The way your name rolled off of Carmen's tongue was addictive to him. He preferred it over a simple 'she' when he spoke of you. You were chaos, but grace all in one.
You told your closest friends about a week after he spoke the words
"I don't really know what I'm doing, but that's—that's okay. It's more than okay. I want this."
But you hadn't told your family, and not even your true, chosen one. Which was here, in this restaurant, and everyone who played a part in it. But perhaps they already knew. Neither you or Carmen were particularly good at keeping secretes.
Just because your mouth stopped, didn't mean your body language or your face did.
Smiles and glances, whispers in corners of the restaurant incoherent to anyone else, his kisses against your temples that weren't as discreet as he hoped, it made it obvious.
But it felt right. This was okay. More than okay.
"Pico?" he repeated, mirroring that same skeptical voice you used just seconds earlier.
Eyebrows knitted with concern, your teeth gnawing at the inside of your cheek, you stood with your weight on your hip and your arms crossed against your chest. Carmen realized you stood like this all the time. But right now, he almost felt like he was in some kind of trouble; the way you eyed him above his level. Like you'd been looking for him and he failed to come to your assistance.
His urge to cave and melt into you was overwhelming. Big, blue eyes peered up at you as he leaned forward, prepared to listen. You only smiled while shrugging your shoulders and leaning against the doorframe.
"Think everybody went home. I didn't really see y'leave. Just—" you swallowed, "—wondered if you'd left or not."
That seemed to finally be enough to soothe him. You just wanted to know if he was here; if he was okay and ready to go home like he should've been.
"Uh—yeah, yeah, I'm still here."
"Yeah, I see that now."
The room stilled. Silence bounced off the drywall. But it was comfortable. It wasn't forced or unwanted. Just simple. And simplicity was scarce at the moment.
"C'mere," Carmen mumbled as he motioned his hand to signal you to come in, his voice barely audible, "just for a 'sec."
Caving in, his cadence and the look in his eyes being enough to convince you, you stepped in. He blinked slowly so as to not miss a single bit of you. For once, you could appreciate the slow of time in this room.
"I'm feeling really good about this," you smiled down at him, "this whole thing, I mean. Mikey woulda' been so proud 'f you, Carmen."
The lump in his throat was harshly swallowed back down as he nodded his head, not quite smiling, but not frowning either. You knew that face all too well. It was the face of guilt. He always wondered if he'd been doing the right thing. Lately it'd been easier to convince himself that the renovation was right, and that he was completely and fully capable of making these "adult decisions," as you called them.
"Thank you."
It was mostly thanks to you, though.
A delicate hand reached for a curl that fell just past his eyebrow. You wrapped the blonde strands around your finger, glancing from his eyes and back to his hair, just to see if he'd been watching you as closely as you hoped. Almost as if it had been second nature, he tilted his head up for easier access as you pulled away from his hair and reached to cup his clean-shaven cheek.
"I mean it, bear," your thumb gently caressed his skin as you spoke. He looked up at you as if he'd just found God in your eyes.
"I know," he tried to protest, giving you a weak smile and threatening to pull his head away.
But he waited.
There'd never been anyone in the universe, on the planet, in the country, in the culinary industry, in this city, or in this restaurant who saw through you the way Carmen Berzatto did. He'd been your head chef even before what was then, The Beef. You followed him back to his home city even months after the two of you made a pact to quit your last job as his sous, and his as your head chef. There was nothing you wanted more than to see him chase his stardom.
You loved him. This you knew.
"You're better at what you do than you'll ever give yourself credit for."
This he knew. At least now he did.
You took him in again with one look. His little moles here and there, his blue eyes, the rose of his cheeks. And at a moments notice, you leaned down to kiss him like it was the last thing you'd ever do. Carmen rose without even letting your lips separate. His hand planted itself at your waist as the other held the back of your head and gently buried itself into your hair. He tasted like cigarettes and mint with a hint of that bitter and filmy residue left on pill capsules.
He loved you. This you knew.
"Maybe you should give yourself some credit, too."
This you knew.
#carmen berzatto#idk what this is#it's mostly just poetic emotional writing#not a lot of substance#but this is just how I write#jeremy allen white#carmen berzatto x reader#ughhh this kinda love will always be the death of me#carmy berzatto#the bear
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Soooo....... if you don't mind me asking
What was that about a cult in the human au👀👀👀
(I hope I'm getting that right and if not I'm referring to the one implied( ?) In I think the eddie short story you posted a while back)
I hope you have a good day/ night whenever you are <3 <3, you're like one of my fav welcome home creators rn <3 <3
HA uh it's not a real cult! it's more like a cult following if anything, the Guys™️ are just dramatic / passive-aggressive about it
a 'cult following of what' you may ask! well! it's a cult following of Wally! or more specifically, Wally's art. it isn't like, Famous or anything, but there's a niche group of art enthusiasts/snobs/etc that are borderline Obsessed with it (in my mind his art Is pretty funky! i like to think that he has mild associative synesthesia, which bleeds into his work along with his disregard for art 'rules' and the like)
it's not a huge problem? just a minor nuisance. and as a plus, it means that those people will pay absurd amounts for Wally's pieces when he sells them (or is doing commission work)!
Wally has mixed feelings about it. on one hand, he does Not mind attention & loves to talk about his art and meet new people. on the other hand, a lot of his "fans" are overbearing / over-familiar and blatantly misinterpret him and his art. so while Wally loves attending art shows etc, whenever he recognizes one of his "fans" walking over he'll often make an excuse to leave for a minute (or one of his friends will act as sort of a bodyguard lol)
#but yeah the context for the tidbit eddie heard#was that a 'fan' happened across one of wally's pieces hanging in poppy's tearoom#(bc he gifts his friends art yk! they all have ~Darling Originals~)#and the person started being a snob about it and tried to be like 'how much will you pay for this'#despite poppy saying that its not for sale and will Never be for sale#her friend made that for her :(#thankfully it doesnt happen often#since wally is a very private person and does not let Anyone know the area he lives in#to the corner of the art community he's in he just kinda Shows Up and then vanishes#which adds to his 'mysterious' reputation lmfao#rambles from the bog#wh modern human au#i have this funny scene in my mind of that one 'fan' bring one or two friends to see the artwork in poppy's tearoom#but wally's already there#and poppy notices before he does so she literally hauls him over the checkout counter and hides him behind it#but yeah Those People will wax poetic about wallys art right in front of him#theyre all 'ah yes... an apple representing blahblahblah shaded with cool colors to symbolize blahblahblah and a worm to signify blahblah'#while wally is internally like 'i just like apples and wanted it to have a friend <3'#he doesn't say anything but hes Tired lol
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wilbur's last words
i was rewatching the november 16 clip, and as phil picks up wilbur's things, right after killing him, wilbur speaks up again to tell him that dream had lied about the lack of a traitor and that technoblade had 8 withers in his inventory. phil panics, joins the other vc, and shares this information, and the clip ends. I want to completely rewatch the vod(s), but before i do that-
wilbur's last words. so, i'm taking his last words in this moment to be that message. and like, that imagery. phil, cradling his son's body as he breathes his last breath, and wilbur decides to happily tell phil that more destruction is to come. technoblade has more to offer. 8 withers worth of destruction, hidden away and only wilbur knew about it. The destruction of his nation, which phil had just failed to stop, isn't over.
he doesn't call himself a traitor, however. he tells the AUDIENCE earlier in the stream that he's the traitor. when quackity asks who the traitor is, wilbur looks at the camera and raises his hand. he's quiet, however, so nobody in the vc and "in canon" actually knows. he's admitting to the audience, breaking the fourth wall, to let us know the ending. But when talking to phil, he doesn't. Phil, who had just canonized that they're father and son. He still can't, when faced with a real person he's talking to, admit that he's betraying his nation. it's HIS NATION, after all. He's not betraying anything. THEY betrayed HIM. THEY cast him out. THEY changed. WILBUR is just making sure that it dies in his image, with no further damage done to HIS SYMPHONY.
he's like schrödinger's traitor or some shit. In his mind, he is both a traitor, where he embraces his role as a villain who is going against everyone, and the betrayed, where his nation cast him out and spit on him and changed. He is whatever justifies his actions at the moment, desperate to fit into the role he carved for himself and refusing to step out of it no matter how many people beg.
it's a very interesting way to interpret him, to me
#ahyes an original post#c wilbur#wilbur soot#november 16#dsmp#dsmp lore#dsmp character analysis#immmm thinking#thinkin thinkin thinkin#many thoughts#head full#rotating#honestly idk if this is a fair analysis#i'm feel like im kinda hit or miss with how i personally interpret characters#side affect of learning everything through fanon and catch up videos ig#and lord knows i can't word things well for shit trying to be poetic or accidentally typing like a school paper no in between
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Is anyone else obsessed with poetic compliments?
Like… not just calling someone pretty but…
“His hair was like snow and his skin like frost. He looked like a creature made of porcelain moonlight with eyes like glistening stars. Words could not describe how ethereal he looked when basking in the moon’s gentle glow,” she spoke softly.
“And I remember him that way. A man made of stardust, a man who looked to be the very moon itself...”
“I find him in the moon because that was always what he was to me. The moon, soft and gentle. He was brighter than anyone else, as if he belonged in the heavens not on earth as a man, but in the sky as a celestial body.”
“He is the moon in the sense that his pure and beautiful…”
She swallowed thickly, voice soft and tender as she spoke again. “And he is the moon in the sense that he is far out of my reach,” she whispered, a single tear falling from her eye.
And not just saying you like someone’s strength or that you think they’re handsome but…
“You say that as if you don’t look like a fallen star.”
“What do you mean by that?”
She smiled softly, kissing the tip of his perfect nose as her hands moved down his neck then to his shoulders.
“Dark,” she whispered, kissing his jaw, “perfect,” she kissed his neck, “and pure,” she kissed his throat softly.
“It’s as if the sky fell onto earth,” she whispered, her lips ghosting along his throat as her hands skipped over his wounded chest and gently moved against his stomach.
“A man made of steel and rock, my own meteor,” she breathed against him, kissing his collarbone.
“My own piece of heaven.”
Cause shit like that just makes me 🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧 frreeal
#when i wrote this shit i think i cried#the first one 4sure cause that was a daughter talking about how much she missed her father and it was very depressing#plus i was listening to some seriously depressing music#the second one i was just giddy about cause sometimes my brain just works#damn#poetic#writting#the hobbit#thranduil#thorin oakenshield#tolkien elves#dwarves#the elvenking#the hobbit thorin#the hobbit fanfiction#the hobbit x oc#kinda wrote this shit in a moment of weakness and now i’m low key part of the hobbit/lotr fandom again#it’s been so long
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lin xiao and ahmed doodles... i like them 🥹💘
#dislyte#ahmed dislyte#lin xiao#lin xiao dislyte#they help eachother in battle all the time and its that whole extrovert adopts introvert kinda thing theyre cute#theyre also just my favs so i smush them togtehr#how do i even tag this pairing#i almost want to be poetic and give them those old timey pairings with meaning like#tigersong#xiaomed#jabby draws
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#Im Changkyun#Changkyun#I.M#Monsta X#Monsta X I.M#maxsixgif#you know what? i kinda like how prominent his nose is#he's got a nice profile#courtney love once wrote about storms in the form of a boy#and he is that#a quiet brewing storm#in the form of a boy#yeah#me being poetic? grosss
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#IM SORRY for emo posting about kaz on main#but i was thinking of how id like t8 to end for both he and jin and it got me thinking about the zuya#and I think those two pics sum up nicely how i feel about his whole deal#its BEAUTIFUL its POETIC and im 100% sure it wasnt on purpose. bc its a fucking fighting game story#anyway enjoy those two edits i made dark as fuck in like 10min to kinda make them match#tagging later#tekken
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LETS GO- Kevin reference!!!
#honkai impact#honkai star rail#sorry to tag both games but I think its applicable here#mihoyo stop- he's already dead#Implying that Kevin existed in Star Rail's universe and got killed offscreen is so disrespectful its just funny#I can't even be upset#i will still be upset over that stupid Icarus metaphor because it still sucks#no I will never get over hi3 part 1's terrible ending#too bad he's already dead in the star rail verse because now I'm thinking about him as like a failed follower of nihility#kinda like how the annihilation gang is to destruction#cuz he nails the “life has no inherent meaning” aspect while completely missing the “so create your own meaning” part#as shown by him thinking that “birds learned to fly as a survival skill and theres no poetic reason behind it” is some kind of bad thing#like bro- we also eat to survive but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy a good meal#i got off track and dont remember where i was going with this#but ya- happy to be hearing about kevin again even if it was just a brief moment#pee paw Welt is out here giving Kevin more respect than the hi3 writers ever did lmao
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Maverick let's people organise for him birthday parties without sayin' much even if he hates every bit of the event. For his sixty they all are at the O-Club, Rooster is smiling and all the alcohol he wants appears in front of him. He can't say he liked it but he can't say he's sorry to have been there. The next two years are almost the same, it changes the location, Rooster isn't there for is sixty-second because he's away on mission but he receives presents from all his students. Penny is still around, still kissing him slowly and softly, still making him use the window to leave the house because he doesn't want to settle down and she doesn't want to settle for his idea of what they are. Some day it works some other they end up asking eachother what, why, are they doing themselves.
Then April comes around again and Penny is thinking of something special, not as big as for his sixtieth, and maybe just the two of them? But when the 12th actually comes around Maverick is nowhere to be found. Rooster is around, Mav's favourite cake is in the fridge, Penny's picnic spot is reserved. Maverick's phone is turned off and his bike is parked in front of his house.
The call comes around four, when everyone is a second away from loosing their collective minds, and Sarah's voice is as gentle and firm as possibile when she explains that Maverick is at her house and he needs a little more time to process. She doesn't say he spent all day in Tom's bedroom or he called out for him and Goose at some point, after the seventh or eighth beer. She let's them know he is safe and probably going to crush there, no need to come and pick him up. He will find his way back, she concludes before she hang ups the call.
Maverick comes back, the next day, smelling like a distillery and misery, if misery had a smell. He doesn't offer explanation nor touches a piece of his cake before disappearing again, this time in his own bedroom. It takes a week, of erratic behaviour and having to fight him on every single little thing, before he can find the strength to say I don't want to do anything for my birthday, next year.
And so it is, for a lot of the years that follows his sixty-third birthday Penny doesn't organise anything, his classes are still sending him little presents and Maverick just disappears in the Kazansky's house for a day and then come back. Sarah never say what they do when Maverick's around and Penny is almost terrifyed of the answer, even when she can't tell herself why.
The answer comes a couple of days after his sixty-eighth birthday, when they're all sitting around a restaurant table for Rooster's promotion, that Maverick spills it out and probably only his godson was suppose to hear about that but Penny is just too curious: Tom ha-had a pile of VHD, almost twenty of them, with long videos of our year at TOPGUN and a lot of other random moments in life. They're there, frozen in time, Ice and your dad and so many others, and I'm there with them. I'm with them there, back when we were young and I wasn't alone. I know is selfish but they give me the best birthdays, even without the cake and the alcohol. I miss them a year, every day, and it's already been so hard being older than your dad but the day I turned sixty-three I realised Ice wasn't never going to be sixty-four and it kinda shuttered me? I miss them more than anything Bradley, more than even flying.
Rooster is crying, Penny is crying too, and Maverick isn't looking at them but at the sky probably dreaming of planes, family bonds and love that has never really faded away. The only thing Penny can actually do is to hug Pete a little longer and a little tighter than usual, the cold of the metal of his, their, dogtags against her chest and the sound of a single beating heart that follows a complete different rhythm than hers.
#google say mav was born on the 12th of april 1955#later i'm going to find all the posts/people i picked h/c from and tag you all as you deserve 💜#pete maverick mitchell#penny benjamin#bradley rooster bradshaw#pete x penny kinda?#sarah kazansky#tom iceman kazansky#sarah & tom#nick goose bradshaw#icemav#getting old is difficult and for mav more than for everybody else#he wants just to have them back for a day to forget he can't remember what goose's laugh sounds like or how ice used to kiss him#they went from relationship? to friendship (mav and penny)#mav and penny are just friend at the end#it doesn't really work bc they both wants different things#so poetic license part:#ice&mav spent so much time together in their life that everything around them started having their shared rhythm even their heartbeat#mav will forver miss goose#maverick x iceman#(sadly) canon complain#otp: i heard from the heavens that clouds have been grey
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HE JUST WANTED TO LIVE MAN
#👓#i wish i had fic ideas w godheim clarence bc he makes me soooooo ill#also got profoundly reminded of how at the beginning of his route#i was doubting him when he said the desire behind his magic was the desire to live#maybe partly bc he described it as 'self-preservation' which sounds uh#what's the word#rude???#not as poetic???#like look at the noventrate#you got asmoran who got the desire of lust and amelia who got the desire of gluttony#and those two are kinda like 'grand' poetic ideas#(partly bc they're part of the seven deadly sins)#and then you got alkaid who's desire is to protect the ones he loves#so 'self-preservation' doesn't sound as grand or poetic#BUT THEN YOU GO THRU HIS PAST#AND SEE HOW IMPORTANT THAT DESIRE TO LIVE WAS TO HIM#THE DESIRE TO LIVE AS A HUMAN BEING MAN......#AND ULTIMATELY TIL THE END HE'S 'ALIVE' BUT IS HE REALLY#HE HAD TO ABSORB THE BUTTERFLY TO BECOME THE MOST POWERFUL MAGE IN GODHEIM#AND BECOME IMMORTAL#AND THEN HE BECAME THE BUTTERFLY TO SAVE GODHEIM AND LOCK HIMSELF AWAY IN THE SPATIO TEMPORAL GAP#i can't stop thinking about him as you can see#bro made me realize actually the desire to live as a human is beautiful and poetic#and in a world like godheim where death is constant it is grand in a way for a mage to desire living as a human#when their final fate is to become a monster
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Thinking about when I was in school I would be known as "the _____(whoever was my main f/o at the time) girl" of my class or year LOL. now on selfshipping tumblr I can have many more people thinking this about me and bestow this title upon me... :)
#peace and love on planet earth#when I was in high school I was definitely 'the loki girl' to my year group. and even some teachers. I have always been quite unembarrassed#sometimes u lose sight of how many people kinda are aware of your existence and ur love for a character online.#but actually it's quite a lot :0 even if they don't all interact like. me and cable are in ur brain sometimes. lol#I actually like being infamous for having a little fictional man it is like a... recognition of being linked to them and them to me#I think i got extremely lucky that everyone was super nice about it in school and would talk to me about Loki and think it was cute HAHA#I think I just had those unbullyable vibes. i was unwell about him and i owned it. i liked that people recognised how obsessed i was.#badge of honour tbh#I had printed out pictures of loki on my binders and diaries and keychains and ringtones. and hairbows. themed nails#2010s tom hiddleston loki fandom what a time to be alive. and a teenage girl. JKSFHJKHASFKHFKLAF#remember how josh brolin litchurally killed him in infinity war. poetic
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Camp cretaceous campers Birthdays Thougths/Headcanons:
Hey we reached the end of the line here.
[Yaz]
Kenji
We finally reached our rich boy. He was probably the easiest one becasue I already had a certainty with him.
He is an Aries to me. You may argue that he should be a Leo but no, now I don't know if it's the Leo's I've met that are weird but he doesn't fit at all with them. He is much more like my Aries friends. So that was an easy point to start. The month it should be was also fairly clear to me. April. It would be just after the Mitch and Tiff event. His birthday would be the first on the island with my headcanons no matter the date, which I actually jumped around with the numbers a bit. If I'm good with him it would be either on the 7th or the 11th. But then do we really want to miss the opportunity to have a Fools baby. A 1st of April, April fools, a joke. Yeah I know I'm evil. A bit of a prankster myself maybe(no, no I'm not). The idea was just so funny to me that it is what I highlighted (wow this i a weird word ok) in my notes. April fool's baby. He likes pranks and joking around. He is the one to light up the show with his dumbassery that we love. Like sure he can also be intelligent and profound and say deep things but other times he just makes you wonder if under all that gelled floof there's a brain or not. Anyway I am side-tracking.
So back to the birthdays, to bring this series to an end, I headcanon Kenji's birthday to be in April.
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[Darius] [Brooklynn] [Sammy] [Ben]
#kenji kon#jwcc#camp cretaceous#jurassic world: camp cretaceous#jwcc birthday headcanons#sirs I love him. more time passes the more i like him#got especially weak seeing him fancy dressed#sad that the beard was gone#I feel like I was the only one that liked it#anyway he gets an extra pic cause yeah#kenji kon (bowman)#(I'm too gay for this show)#camp cretaceous headcanons#i love how all the other are kinda poetic and things and kenji is just.#yeah. aries. april. fools#see I told yall that i would have let you wait another 3 months for this#also Toro is very cute in that pic#if it wasn't that he is being controlled
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what if the journals ranging from jealousy to near worship weren't that bad what if it was just william's gay ass theater kid poetry about his crush that looked really bad to a divorced police officer without context. i don't actually think that's what happened its just fun to think about. like what if
#angry roomba whirrs#five nights at freddys#fnaf#william afton#william afton fnaf#fnaf william afton#do you think hes a cannibalism as a metaphor for love kinda guy or does he go for a more catholic guilty ohh my love is corruption angle#like i dont really know much about catholic gulit or catholicism in general cause im not a catholic but like ive seen the tumblr posts#and the gay religious fanart#oh shoot i forgot to tag willry#willry#willry fnaf#fnaf willry#ok done PHEW#so anyway like what would a divorced police officer know about romance? firstly hes a cop secondly hes divorced so clearly not much#and we all know william hes theatrical hes a romantic or at least he seems like the romantic type im kinda jumping to conclusions here#so he would write gay ass theater kid poetry about his crush! he would!#and then when some normie ass unpoetic cop reads his DIARY of course hes not gonna understand the poetic passages dedicated to his love#like HELLO????? thats not ““““raving”””” its a SOLILOQUY come on man#and! he read his DIARY. like idc that he was investigating a murder you! dont! read! peoples! diaries!#if i were will and someone read my diary i would be so horrified like im surprised that HE wasnt the one who built a suicide bot after that#also! if you picked a random ass average target goer probably likes golf or something and showed them cannibalism as a metaphor for love#poetry they probably wouldn't see the poetic devotion part of it i think that they might think that you're crazy#or maybe. im just severely underestimating the poetic literacy of the average golf playing target goer that could be true#but anyways maybe thats what happened between clay and will like clay saw his poetry and was like yeah this is weird#oh shit i just realized a lot of the contents of williams diary are just public knowledge now like at least a mention of the raving passage#has to be somewhere in the case file just for anyone to access. oh god they live in a small town too word travels fast ohhh crap#well he kind of brought it upon himself like idk maybe don't kill children and your diary won't be read#by poetically illiterate and romantically stunted divorced cops#sorry im yapping. im yap deprived i needed to yap cough cough yeah that's me coughing from how yap deprived i am cough cough cough
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So how we feeling about that new chapter fellas
#twst spoilers#twisted wonderland spoilers#THAT ENDING#horror movie material#babygirl you are unhinged#i was doing the schoolgirl kicking my feet and giggling thing the whole time#i literally cant wait for the next chapter. the wyqit is going to fuckjnf kill me....#kinda poetic when you think about how lilias gift to malleus lead to this#im sure that even if malleus wasn't given a tomagatchi it still wouldve happened.#but i think that makes its connection to malleus and lilias bond so much more special :')
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