The Best Thing I Saw, Enjoy It 💙
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This man is going to need an abacus to count all the abacus I'll gift him on our countless upcoming dates
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lil doodle to end the week
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Here is a meme for a fic that only exists in half put together drafts and my head
He bit some kid at the playground <3
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好好看著吧
The Finale.
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NaNoWriMo Day #28
[masterlist] [part one] [part two]
No prompt this time, I just really wanted to write this continuation ^_________^
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While the kid—Danny—took care of his business, Jason busied himself with getting the pancake batter mixed up, mind whirling with the thoughts he'd set aside the night before. Questions about how Danny had gotten to Gotham, how he'd gotten into Jason's apartment, and how the kid had done whatever it was he'd done tangled and spun around inside his head, mixing with thoughts and theories about what, exactly, had happened last night. He knew he'd probably have to tread lightly with the conversation topics at first, the kid looked like something a half dead cat dragged in and would most likely be standoffish at best. Jason knew himself, though, and with how badly he wanted answers, well... He wasn't sure how well he'd be able to handle taking the slow approach this time around. He'd just have to do his best and hope to high heaven that he didn't drive Danny away by being too pushy.
Danny made his way into the kitchen just as Jason was mixing the last of the big lumps out, causing Jason to grin. "Good timing," he said, setting the bowl down on the counter, shuffling a few steps over to turn the range on at a low heat. He bent to dig his pancake skillet out of the cupboard, he didn't make pancakes often enough to keep it readily available, though he did make sure to bring it every time he moved safe houses. A good pancake skillet was hard to come by, and he refused to dishonor Alfred's special pancake recipe by using a subpar pan if he could get away with it. "So, Danny, what do you like in your pancakes? I've got a few bananas that haven't gone bad, some walnuts, chocolate chips, one of my brothers left a jumbo container of peanut butter M&Ms last time they were over, and I've got some precooked bacon we could crisp up to crumble and throw in if that's your fancy." Jason glanced over his shoulder as he stood up with the pan in hand, pausing when he saw Danny's wide eyed expression. "What?"
"You... You can put all that stuff inside your pancakes?" Danny asked in shock. His big blue eyes seemed to shimmer with barely contained awe, his shaggy hair and oversized blue hoodie combining with the expression to make the kid seem even younger than he likely was.
Jason carefully sat the pan down on the range before turning to Danny with a raised eyebrow. That protective something was rising in his chest again, and he wasn't sure he wanted to stop it. "Kid, we can put all of that and more in our pancakes, if we want to. Who's gonna stop us?" Even with his crappy childhood, Jason had known you could add things to pancake batter before Bruce had taken him in! He'd never done it before that point, but that was excusable in his opinion. Not knowing it was possible in the first place wasn't.
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After a filling breakfast of chocolate chip and bacon pancakes, with milk and applesauce packets so their meal was a tad bit more balanced than it otherwise would be, Jason finally decided to try getting some answers from the adorable kid who had mysteriously entered, and likely saved, his life. He just wasn't entirely sure how to start. Over breakfast, they'd asked each other some basic getting-to-know-you questions, so Jason knew Danny was ten and liked space, heroes, and the color mars red, and Danny knew Jason was twenty-one and liked books, guns, and the color burnished gold. How was he supposed to move the conversation in the direction he wanted to take it without just outright changing subjects? He must be more out of practice with social interactions than he'd thought if he was struggling this badly.
Luckily, though, it seemed Danny had no problems with getting down to business. "Alright, you said you had questions. I'm assuming most of them are about what happened last night and the rest are about me. Am I right?" He was a blunt little bugger, too.
"Pretty much," Jason said, nodding.
Danny nodded as well. "Right, well, we can do this the kinda quick and fairly messy way, or the much slower and more complete way. Which would you prefer?"
Jason raised an eyebrow at that. "I'm assuming one of those is me asking questions and you answering them?"
"Yep, and the other is me just starting from the beginning and answering any questions at the end," the kid agreed. Danny looked him dead in the eyes. "I don't have anywhere to be for at least the next few hours, but I don't know if you do, so you get to decide how we do this."
He thought about it, and the repercussions of both options. The "quick" and dirty method would theoretically get his questions answered quicker, but was liable to give him more questions and end to taking longer than either really wanted it to, while the "longer" and cleaner method would take longer to answer his questions, but would also give him most of, if not all, the context he'd need to actually understand the answers to his questions, and potentially be quicker in the long run at that. Jason nodded, decision made. "Let me tell my family I'm alright, then we'll start from the beginning, yeah? And we should probably move to the couch, it'll be more comfortable than the dinner table."
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\(◎o◎)/ I GOT INSPIRATION! I know I said I'd only use prompts this month, but they were starting to make me want to tear my hair out, and I like my hair (;^ω^)so yeah, these last few days will be free days where I can write whatever the fudge I want to. I'll probably write part four of this sooner rather than later, and I'm thinking of writing a part three for the fake cryptids au, as well. Here's hoping everything goes to plan (^~^;)ゞ
I'm too tired to be able to go through with tagging everyone who asked to be tagged in part three of this ficlet series, so I'm just going to hope this makes it to everyone who wanted to see it even without me tagging them. Maybe if I weren't so tired, I'd take the time to tag people, but ¯\_༼ ಥ ‿ ಥ ༽_/¯ I'm trying not to fall asleep as I write this (´-﹏-`;) so yeaaaahhh, I'm going to finish this up and get myself to bed ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ
Have a good morning/day/night!
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I recently got out of a toxic and unhealthy friendship on here. I had to be the one to end it; hopefully the other party decides to leave it be and not smear my name due to realizing it wasn't healthy and that I had to end it because of it.
Basically, if someone makes you start feeling like shit, from your life, to your goals, passion, and everything else, then it's not a rewarding friendship. And it's hard to sometimes see it in the moment. Because you want to think the best of peeps, especially ones you care about.
But sometimes the healthiest thing for You is to know when to put your foot down and end it, even if it hurts you and them. At the end of the day, you matter and what you're doing matters and no one has the right to make you feel shit for who you are when you're just living your life. Life is hard enough without adding peeps who make you feel that way or question how you live when, prior to them showing up, you were happy with all of it.
To anyone in a relationship or friendship like that, I hope, like me, you are able to take a stand and realize you deserve better.
I knew I was being manipulated but not how much until I talked to others close to me. I pray you all never have to experience such a thing because damn, you know you did the right thing, but feel so fucking guilty at the same time.
But your happiness matters. You matter. Please remember that.
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less than 24h until nei letti degli altri 🤧
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Me, counting the minutes? The hours? The seconds? No...
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dehradun days
you meet them for the first time,
knowing it's probably the last.
might as well make the most of this time,
since life comes at you fast.
you find the strangest of signals
in the no-network zones.
cross-tent communication with folks,
just rambling about the unknown.
there's the warmth of shared laughter,
that carries you through freezing nights,
and you look up at the flickering stars,
to finally see things in a different light.
and at 11,000 ft above sea level
you finally reach the peak,
just to realise the joy was in the journey,
and the friends you made that week.
you'll visit caves & splendid cafes,
and remember the city in mere parts,
but years later, you'll still tell everyone,
how dehradun captured your heart.
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I drew some super cringe fanart for tkok and night flight 😔 so soz if it’s like inaccurate or too sketchy I hate coloring and one of them is literally not done and I can’t bring myself to finish it but I wanted you to see anyways
I HOPE ITS OKAY THAT I PUBLISHED THIS!!!! BITCH!!! BESTIE!!!! I'M FUCKING OBSESSED!!!! YOU HAVE A GIFT!!!! THESE ARE BEAUTIFUL WOOOOOOW!!!!! I AM FLOORED ;-; <33333333
also, i just want to say, how much it means to me that you drew art centered around the two ninaverse universe/style ships that almost Never get asked about like??? my eyes are welling up with tears. ;-;
this is so thoughtful and beautiful, baby!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! like the intricacies of the night flight kite design, like do you live in my head holy shit??? THE TAIL!!!! *regular not toolshed stan vc* I LOVE MY GLOWY 7FT TALL CELESTIAL ALIEN BF WHO DOESN'T KNOW WHAT A LOT OF ENGLISH WORDS MEAN AND IS SO PRETTY!!!!
i actually had a surprising sudden spike in asks about my tfbw style in everything is going to be o.k :) aka the working title of my 'fanfic' aka 'ok' if i talk about it on here which is short for operation kevin. AND I ACCIDENTALLY GOT HYPERFIXATED ON IT, I AM DEVELOPING SO MUCH LORE AROUND HOW THE MUTATIONS STARTED AND SOCIETIES REACTION TO MUTANTS/ALIENS/OTHER SPECIES!!!
eeeeee!!!!! all this to say please, please, PLEASE ask me about ok anytime i actually actively encourage it. <3333 I LOVE U ALIEN KITE!
but in the vein of fanfics you can ask me about anytime. tKAAAAAAAAKKKKK!!!!! THE SOUDN I MADE!!!! I THOUGHT THAT I WAS THE ONLY PERSON ON EARTH THAT CARED ABOUT MY TSOT STYLE YURI!!!! I'M FUCKING OBSESSED WITH YOU HELLO!!!!
me: tries to weave tkak into every ask answer on here
i have mental problems like i fucking love stas. i know her name is literally criminally insane but she is so cute and loyal and strong!!!! i'm also developing her lore and specifically all the recruits/characters in the challenge of champions and i am SOOO EXCITED TO TALK ABOUT IT!!!!! AAAA!!! ALSO HALF ELF HALF FAE BRAT PRINCESS KYLIE WHO WANTS TO BE A DOCTOR!!!! OBSESSSEEEEED!!!! stop she looks so pretty like literally all three of them, no jokes, exactly how i pictured them in my head...i am stunned to near tears.
tldr: please ask me about ok, my crazy dystopian fucked superhero au featuring the world's most bat shit insane love square EVER
or tkak, if you enjoy dramatic high fantasy girls being in love, really intense, bloody, brutal fight scenes, tender longing, or solider girls pretending to be solider boys, or rather, a girl failure pretending to be boy success...badly.
AND I LITERALLY AM OBSESSED WITH FANART!!! I'M OBSESSED WITH ANY AND EVERYTHING YALL DO WITH MY FANFICS!!! YOU CAN DRAW OR MAKE ANYTHING YOU WANT LIKE THE FACT THA YOU CARE OR LIKE MY NCU CHARACTERS ENOUGH TO DRAW THEM MEANS EVEEEEEEERYTHING TO ME!!!!!!
i'm love you, darling.
thank you so much for sharing you gift with us.
-uncle nina, branch in both eyes.
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Hiiiii! So, a few days ago you were talking about the whole thing with Amy, Rory, and River. And when I saw those posts a thought arose in my head and I wish to share it with you.
Since River grew up with Amy and Rory as Mels. And Mels was Amy's best friend do you think that they ever talked about children? Since I know that it can come up when talking with friends, and like... do you think that Amy might've ever expressed whether or not she wanted children?
And if she didn't, that Mels would've had to listen to her mother say that she doesn't want children? The idea is so heartbreaking and sooo interesting.
What do you think about it?
no, no, see, you're so right and this drives me wild.
because, the way i see it, i don't think amy wanted children. she's somewhere on the 'hasn't thought about it' to 'vaguely negative feelings about it happening' range to me, which falls sharply into 'Not Happening Ever Again' post-s6. (specifically, in terms of having a kid herself, even if she could, i really don't think she would. i do love that she and rory end up adopting a kid later, because that does make sense, for amy pond who grew up alone in one universe with her family swallowed by cracks in time before the doctor helped her set it right again, for her to want to make sure another child won't be alone in the world like she was. getting off-track here.)
and that's so. because the first real memory river/mels has of amy is of amy shooting at her. and depending on how well the silence fucked up the rest of her memory, it might be one of the very first memories she has at all. that's how she met her mother, crying for help and getting a bullet instead. her mother tried to kill her, so of course, you have to think. she must have needed to hear that she was wanted, right? even if she was taken away, even if amy shot her, at some point, melody must have been wanted?
river is good at getting people to do what she wants, but she is very, very bad at subtlety. and mels is younger, has less practice, so when she wants to know this, she's just going to ask. blunt and quick, easy enough because amy's used to the way mels will open her mouth and you just have to be ready to roll with what comes out if you want to keep up. it's why they're such good friends (like mother, like daughter.)
they're nine, and mels asks if amy wants kids, and amy wrinkles up her nose and says she won't have time for children, obviously, once her raggedy doctor finally comes back. they're fifteen, and amy and rory dance will they-won't they in a way that makes mels twitchy to watch, and taunting amy about wanting to have rory's babies is a good way to get on her nerves. but amy calls her gross, tells her she's got more life planned than children would leave room for, and besides, imagine her, a mom? it'd be a disaster.
mels does. a lot. she looks at her mother and just sees her best friend instead. she's not even sure what she wishes was there, but. maybe amy's right. and besides. imagine her, a daughter, instead of the ticking time bomb she really is? it'd be a disaster.
they're sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, and on. mels stands on the outside of a love story that births a universe. and her. how do you compete with that? not that she would know, not yet, she hasn't been there. but it doesn't make her feel any less alienated when amy and rory talk in whispers about a half-remembered world that's bled through to this life, about roman soldiers and boxes and the big bang of belief.
all these memories, they never mention children. on amy's wedding day, she's different, not like someone remembering a dream but someone who lived it. rory stands straighter, won't leave her side, and they're both so much older than they were yesterday. maybe now, right? a wedding's as good a time as any to decide you want kids.
mels not being at amy & rory's wedding is such an obvious lazy way of them trying to explain why they totally didn't just throw this plot twist together at the last minute that i'm not even going to acknowledge it. of course she was at their wedding. she's their best friend. there's too many people around the doctor, and she wasn't ready today of all days, so despite this horrible burning need under her skin to strike, she stays her hand. doesn't let him dance with her because she might just tear his throat out if he gets too close. stays with amy and rory as the maid of honor should. she must have been there for the awkward questions that always gets asked, 'so, any plans for a baby?' 'when am i getting grandkids?' 'oh, you two are going to have gorgeous children together.' standing a few feet from amy in her wedding dress and watching her mother tense and grit her teeth and brush off the questions. watching her look nervously at rory but never ask if he means it when his mom asks him if he'd prefer a son or a daughter, and rory answers 'either one, some day, not anytime soon.'
god i'm just going on and on, aren't i. but really, what's it like to know that amy never changed her mind. the next time she sees them, she's already been born and stolen. i don't like let's kill hitler for. so many reasons. but there is something compelling about how recklessly river lashes out at the world, at the doctor. even her sacrifice at the end is almost suicidal, throwing all her regenerations into this man without knowing if that will even work or if it might kill her to do it. but it makes more sense in the context of someone who has reached the end of a long, long wait for some kind of indication, any kind, that her mother wanted to have her. and finally been told, no. she didn't choose melody.
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me watching sab season 2, just mentally repeating to myself: it's not an adaptation it's high budget fanfiction, it's not an adaptation it's high budget fanfiction
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The Sisters' Secret Seaside Trip: Chapter 3
thank you, midori, for your hard work
previous part (chapter 2)
next part (chapter 4)
(tw for dieting)
A few days after Sena had commenced her diet—
Sena: (Hmm… I’ve slimmed down a little, but… I don’t feel so good these days…)
Director: Alright, let’s start shooting the next scene!
Sena: I look forward to working with you!
Sena: (But we’re shooting the climax of the drama, so I’ve got to give it my all!)
Sena: (Um… My first line was…)
Sena: (...Huh?)
Actress: Hey, Director! Narumi collapsed!
Director: Sena?! Are you okay?!
Manager: Sena!
Sena: (Everyone’s worried about me… I have to stand up as quickly as I can, but…)
Sena: (I-I can’t get up…)
Following Sena’s collapse, the filming for the drama was halted. As if on instinct, Sena gave Midori a call—
Midori: Sena!
Sena: Ah… Midori.
Midori: …I’m glad you’re okay…
Midori: I was so worried when you suddenly told me that you’d “collapsed in the middle of filming”...
Sena: I’m so sorry… for calling you out at this time of day.
Midori: I’m fine with it, but you’ve got work tomorrow, don’tcha? You don’t look so good, so you should get some rest instead…
Sena: No.
Midori: …Sena?
Sena: No, my work for tomorrow was rescheduled for another day.
Sena: I even caused today’s filming to get called off. I’m supposed to be a professional, and yet…!
Midori: Don’t say that…
Sena: I’m pretty sure it’s because I’ve been dieting too much.
Sena: To think that I can’t even manage my diet, despite being a model…
Midori: …
Midori: …Yannow… I don’t really get what your job’s all about…
Midori: But I think everyone makes mistakes, no matter who they are.
Sena: …
Midori: What happened today has already passed. All that matters now is how you’re gonna make up for it later.
Midori: So… you don’t hafta blame yourself unnecessarily anymore. Just rest well for now.
Sena: Midori…
Midori: You’re giving it your all, Sena. I know it for a fact, cuz I said so.
Midori: I mean, you received that offer to model for the swimsuit special cuz of your hard work, right?
Sena: …Yeah…
Midori: So, wouldn’t you say that you’re fine just the way you are right now?
Midori: I, too, love you… exactly the way you are now, Sena.
Sena: …!
Midori: Well… You’re perfectly stylish as you are now, Sena, but that’s not all there is to you…
Midori: Like you’ve got that smile of yours that’s able to charm everyone, and your silky smooth hair, and you’re dependable yet sweet…
Midori: Wait, no, I’m the only one who should know that part ‘bout you, so let’s leave it at that.
Midori: In any case! You’ve got tons of charm points that other models simply do not have!
Midori: In other words, there’s no need for you to force yourself to diet!
Sena: …Hehe.
Midori: …What’re you laughing at?
Sena: Thanks, Midori. I really do feel recharged whenever I see you...
Midori: Ah? Yeah, I feel the same way too.
Sena: Alright! I’ll continue to give it my all tomorrow!
Midori: Geez, didn’t I tell you that there’s no need to push yourself so hard…?
Sena: I’m done with dieting! I’m fine just the way I am… right?
Midori: …!
Midori: Yeah, that’s the spirit.
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Shoma has started an Instagram account!!
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