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therealnuclearplatypus · 2 years

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don't mind me, just some Valzhang

don't like it? you do you don't attack me

The sun shone with early-morning luminescence. As Apollo, or Ra, or whoever it was, trailed his/her/their blazing glory across the sky, somewhere along the Via Praetoria, in the residence of the praetor of the Twelfth Legion, Frank Zhang awoke.

He blinked slowly, lazily, his vision bleary. He felt the familiar weight pressing along his own body and smiled.

Who'd have ever guessed? He couldn't stand Leo back on the Argo II, what with the whole Frazileo Love Triangle, as Piper and Percy had taken to calling it. Then, Leo died, and something broke inside of Frank—what about this tiny little Latino ensorcelled him so?

He couldn't understand.

Then, Leo came back, and Frank didn't know what to think. Hazel became praetor, and Frank wondered: yes, he loved her. With all his heart. But was it truly a romantic love? She was thirteen, for Olympus's sake. Was it really meant to last?

He'd always known he wasn't straight. Back in Vancouver, in that military school he used to attend, it was just boys. So, yeah, he knew he could be just easily attracted to the same sex as he was to girls.

Or any other gender, really. It just took him a while to get there—the falling-for-them part. He remembered wondering about this aloud back home one day, and Grandmother had said, "Well, then, Fai, go look it up, for Nirvana's sake. We never really thought you were heterosexual anyway."

Firstly, he had been shocked she'd actually unironically said "for Nirvana's sake" to him with a straight face. Then he'd been shocked that she was okay with him not being straight.

He was never really allowed to use the internet—for reasons he only now understood. Had he taken an 'Am I gay?' quiz, he would have been overrun by monsters and no matter how gay he was he'd be dead anyway.

So he asked around, somewhat awkwardly. Weeks after, Emily had asked her son, "So...?" When he looked at her in confusion, she clarified, "We never really thought you were heterosexual anyway," in a pretty good imitation of Grandmother's voice. Frank laughed, and came out as demisexual.

With Hazel as praetor, he began spending a lot of time with her, and they both came to realize: yeah, they'd loved each other like that, once.

Once.

They parted amicably, both knowing that they'd rather their first serious relationship was with each other than with anyone else. They remained the best of friends, so when Frank developed a crush on Valdez, he told her first.

"Oh, my gods, Frank," she'd laughed, "for real?"

"...yeah," he said grumpily. He was blushing something nasty.

"Please don't tell me this is a I-love-him-but-I-don't-want-to-be-in-love-with-him situation," said Hazel.

"No, that's not it," he sighed. "I didn't think I'd have a crush on him, if that makes any sense."

"Well, neither did I," she replied. "You two are such assholes to each other."

"Yeah, but ... ever since he came back, and we Iris-Message him from the Waystation, and seeing him so happy made me ... possessive, I guess? And then when Cal broke up with him and it was a mutual thing but he felt like shit anyway I felt like shit too, because he felt like shit, so I began Iris-Messaging him myself to see how he was getting on and we became really good friends ..."

"Oh, so that's why you two seem so close all of a sudden." Hazel nodded to herself. "Thought something was up."

"Yeah, but now I like him, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't, because he's as straight as one can be," Frank concluded.

Hazel snorted. "What?" Frank asked. She kept laughing. "What is it?!" he pressed.

"Oh, it's just," she answered, still kind of laughing, "it's just, it's really funny how you think Valdez is straight."

Frank's stomach performed a somersault. "He ... he isn't?"

"Never seemed to straight to me, and I'm from the '30s, so I automatically assume people are straight until I'm told they're not, no matter how much I hate that train of thought," Hazel told him. "Just tell him. What's the worst that could happen?"

"He could hear me," he replied darkly.

Hazel rolled her eyes. "Boys. I swear. Look, just ... give it time. You're amazing. Amazhang. Why wouldn't he like you?"

"Why would he?" Frank muttered.

She smacked him lightly. "Shut up, Zhang."

He chuckled softly at that. He didn't stop IM-ing Leo, every dam day, and he felt that he was kind of crossing some boundary with himself, allowing himself to fall for someone who most definitely did not like him back, but still being okay with that love being unrequited.

He knew how much Leo had gone through. Maybe he oughtn't tell him. Maybe it would only burden him.

Then came the week Leo decided to visit Camp Jupiter, without telling Frank, to surprise him. During that whole week, Frank found love letters seemingly written on a typewriter, all slipped under his door.

They were quite poetic, actually. He couldn't fathom who would write such wonderful things to him. He kept them, hoping he'd find the person who thought such nice things of him, and secretly hoping they were someone he could fall for.

On Leo's last day at camp, the two were in Frank's rooms, lounging on a sofa. Leo turned to him and said, "Thanks for helping get over the break-up."

"You've said that everyday this week," Frank responded. "You don't have to thank me, Leo."

"I can't believe it's been already so many months since we broke up," he continued. "But ... I'm glad it let me get to know you better."

Frank's heart skipped a beat. "Me too. Not, like, that I like that you've been broken up with, just—"

Leo laughed. "I know, I know."

Frank turned to look at him, this little shit who he had never really liked until said little shit revealed parts of himself previously hidden to Frank, and suddenly the little shit seemed infinitely appealing.

He still didn't know what to make of it.

But he thought, maybe Leo felt it, too. Maybe. Hazel was right. What was the worst that could happen?

"Leo," he began.

"Frank," Leo replied solemnly, then his face broke into a Leo-like smile, which gave Frank the courage to say what he had to say.

"You know, speaking of break-ups ..."

"Is this about Hazel?" Leo asked suddenly, concerned. "I know you've helped me a lot but I haven't really given any support in return ..."

Frank huffed a laugh. "No, idiot. Hazel and I are fine. You needed the support. Don't feel bad because you needed help. It's just ... how long after a break-up do you deem it fit to start another relationship?"

Leo looked a little taken aback, but smiled. "Well, when I find someone else I like, I guess. Why do you ask?" He eyed him cheekily. "Does Iguana Zhang have a wittle crush on somebody that he'd like to share?"

Frank reddened and elbowed him. "Shut up. But, actually, yes." He swallowed. "I ... I like you."

Leo stilled, and paled. "You ... you what?"

Frank felt queasy. He'd messed up. But he'd opened his big fat mouth now, so he might as well plough on. "Look, I—I know you might not be ... into boys like I am, but I just ... wanted you to know."

Leo went even paler. "I ..."

Frank wanted to die on the spot.

Leo took a breath. "I didn't know you weren't straight."

Frank stared. "I'm, uh, demi."

Leo looked at him. "I'm bi."

Frank couldn't stop staring. It wasn't exactly an answer, but it wasn't a rejection, either.

Leo's eyes glistened, and Frank realized that they were filled with unshed tears. "I like you too. But, but, why? Why do you like me?"

Frank felt elated. Then just as quickly felt confused. "Wh-what do you mean, why do I like you? Why wouldn't I?"

"Because!" Leo protested. "You deserve so much more than I can ever give you. You deserve more than a mess."

He couldn't help it; Frank hugged him. Leo melted into the embrace.

"Not really, I don't," he told him. "I like this mess. And I'm not exactly perfect, either. So get that out of your stubborn head. I know ... your fatal flaw is your inferiority complex, but, please, for once, just believe that I like you and want nothing more than to be with you and listen to you whine everyday and help you with your inventions even though I don't understand shit, it's still cool to see you do what you're best at, because it's true, Valdez, so just accept it."

Leo was silent. Frank felt him shaking. He hugged him tighter, and Leo let him.

"Fine," he said at last, his voice muffled against the praetor's shirt. "I—I believe you." (Heartstopper moment.)

"Y-you do?"

"I do. I really do like you. Let's give this a chance." They looked at each other, triumphant. Leo smiled a watery smile and said, "Can I tell you something?"

"Anything."

"You've been receiving letters, haven't you?"

Frank stared. He hadn't told anyone about the love letters.

"Written on a typewriter. Awfully sappy, kind of embarrassing to read."

"They're not embarrassing," Frank felt compelled to correct him, "they're just really painfully honest, and whoever wrote them seems like the most wonderful person, but also seems to be under the mistaken impression that I'm some Prince Charming, so ..."

"They are very honest," Leo agreed quietly, "and they are not under a false impression."

"How do you even know about them?" Frank asked dumbly, knowing the answer as soon as he asked the question.

"I wrote them, dumbass," Leo admitted. "Every single one."

"You did not. You did freaking not."

"Why not?"

"You can't possibly think all that of me ..."

"I do, Koi Fish, all that and more, so just accept it."

Frank smiled to hear him own words repeated back at him by the same person he'd said them to.

"I accept it, then," he said, and Leo kissed him.

Frank blushed so hard he almost turned into a border collie. Leo smiled, eyes still wet.

"Gonna have to work on the pet names, though," Frank said gruffly, and Leo laughed.

Leo stayed beyond the week he was supposed to be there. Hazel looked suspicious, but said nothing. Lavinia was also suspicious, and said a lot.

"He's been here for a month, Fai," she said. "Are you keeping him hostage?"

"Not against his will." He shrugged.

So he awoke that morning, blinking sleep from his eyes while Leo was still asleep, draped across his body like a lion. Frank kissed the curls at the top of his head, and heard him say, "Buenos días, cariño."

"Shoot, did I wake you?" Frank said.

"Nah, was already awake," Leo said sleepily, clearly lying.

"Sure you were," he said knowingly, kissing his hair again.

Leo smiled, and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. Just as Frank was about to suggest getting up to have breakfast, Hazel knocked and entered, saying, "Good morning, Frank," looking at him and adding, "Hello, Leo," and was about to say something else when she paused. "Wait. Leo?"

"Hiya," he said sheepishly.

"Why are you in Frank's ..." She looked around Frank accusingly. "You asked him out and didn't tell me?!"

Frank shrugged and did his level best to look guilty.

"Oh my gods, finally," she said. "Valdez, you have no idea how long he's been crushing on you."

"Shut up!" Frank cried, but Leo only laughed.

"Same, honestly," he said and Frank fell back onto the pillows.

"Awwwwhh." Hazel smiled. "Well, that's why you've been here a whole month, huh."

"Mhm." Leo's hand cupped Frank' cheek. Seeing this, Hazel left them in peace, calling, "Don't forget the meeting at nine, Zhang!"

"I won't!" he yelled back, and let Leo caress his face before getting up to make some breakfast.

"Thank the gods we were wearing clothes when she came in," Leo mused.

Frank became flustered and fumbled with the waffle machine. "Why wouldn't we be wearing clothes?!"

Leo only shrugged, and laughed when Frank became visibly more flustered. "Also, what meeting?"

"It's a praetor thing," Frank explained. "Legion duties and stuff."

"I see," said the other, nodding, and sat up as Frank handed him his plate of waffles. He breathed in the heavenly aroma and said dreamily, "You know I love you, right?"

Then he froze when he realised what he'd just said.

They hadn't said those three little words yet. And here he was, saying them somewhat sarcastically in tone.

But wholly truthfully in meaning.

Frank only grinned, flushed. "And you know I love you, too."

And Leo relaxed. They ate their waffles in peace, Leo's head on Frank's shoulder, the way they did almost every morning for the past month.

"We gonna tell people now?" asked the shorter boy.

"If you like," replied the taller. "I mean, Hazel knows. I'll bet she won't tell anyone yet, though. That's Hazel. She'll let us say it ourselves."

"Thank the gods for that." Leo stole one of Frank's waffles. "And thank the gods for you."

"Lavinia won't stop teasing me about this," Frank pondered.

Leo worried. "Would you rather we didn't tell anyone, then?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant. I actually really want people to know. That way they know not to pine after someone already taken." He kissed Leo's forehead. The latter grinned.

"Do you ever think about how, technically, you are dating your ex's ex's great-grandson?" Leo asked.

"STOP GIVING ME EXISTENTIAL CRISIS, JEEZ," pleaded Frank, making Leo laugh.

"But it's true," he protested, giggling.

"I KNOW IT IS."

"Then—"

"WHY MUST YOU."

"I simply must."

"You're lucky I love you."

"I know I am."

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hailsatanacab · 5 months

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Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #batpham #hailsatanacrab🦀🦀writes #look. this has been in my mind for so long guys so long - and idk if its canon that the batfam have codes for time travel situations or what #but i feel like ive seen it before and if its not canon it should be #so here - how i think that would be funny to go down #i have so many thoughts about TUE and its place in a dpxdc crossover like holy shit there's so many ways it can go!!#i have another wip in the works thats kinda similar to this but with superman and i cannot wait to work on it again #there are so many ways i wanted this to go but i just couldnt get there - i wanted to keep it on the shorter side but like #perhaps ill have to expand #i just love the idea that like. theres a stranger at your table who knows you and knows you well. who knows the secret that youd die to keep #there's a stranger at your table and he says something and you know he's family. you know you're strangers but now...#now you have to be something more #oh man theres so many juicy ways it can go and I KNOW I DID NONE OF THEM #i want to write this whole plot again and make it angstier #(me with everything)#anyway! sorry love you all hope you enjoy it!!

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 11 months

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a couple scribbles i cleaned up. also i think i like drawing him in varying states of distress

#i desperately want to know what happened the first time he cried #actually is that something he can do? is he capable of it?#i feel like he wouldn't like it...#since crying is messy and we all know he enjoys/values his appearance greatly #i mean cmon. its an involuntary loss of composure. and especially if he doesnt understand what/why its happening #so in my mind rn hed be idk... kinda desperate to stop crying & act fine?#HES SO FASCINATING. WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM <3 #many things probably!#what to do when you're a puppet created as a blank slate while everyone around you already Knows Shit and Understands Feelings #scribble salad #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home fanart #welcome home wally #wally darling #i know there's a lot of Head Empty jokes abt him #but honestly he gives the vibes of thinking constantly #always absorbing information and considering and learning and Forming Opinions #he LOOKS head empty. but he isnt.#i just cant imagine him never not Thinking #unless he really is head empty in which case. good for him. i support him no matter what. hes just like me<3

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mugentakeda · 1 month

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you feel your sins crawling on your back.......?? (for my dai li lu ten au) pre canon zuko and iroh head to the foggy swamp, chasing a lead on the avatar, only to get separated... and then hit with some AU Plot Foreshadowing (or something)

#blood tw #<-kinda? idk. its just scribbles but just to be sure lol #this whole messy ass comic took me 7hrs i shit u not im SO slow at drawing #dai li lu ten #iroh #lu ten #zuko #atla #alicias art

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eternalfrowning · 10 months

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pffouh

#kakashi #kakashi hatake #naruto #stuff i draw #digital #idk c'est la canicule voilà #kinda doodles that i worked too much on ig but also trying to make drawings less 'painted' so i can make more mmhh #ça tente des trucs quoi #!! :>#jm plutôt bien les plis sur celui de dos jss contente gah!!#edit : no one mentionned it yet snirf but this is kakagai coded #just wanted to draw kakashi wearing a shirt and gais short shorts heh #oh shit his hair is on the wrong side in one of them this will haunt me but ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhwell

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patheticgirlsteve · 1 year

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people will be like “lol yeah eddie’s totally a freak” and then make him act completely normal and not at all freakish. hello? if you’re gonna call him a freak you’d better commit to it. make him do something odd and unsettling. give him a mannerism that is strange and perhaps even unpleasant to observe. do it you coward

#examples:#eddie bites people for no reason with no warning. just CHOMP. beware his teeth #eddie talks to himself in public. like just straight up conversations with himself. he is both sides of the conversation #eddie collects weird shit. like used cigarette butts he finds on the ground. idk just something kinda gross and fucked up #the stray cats of hawkins follow him around like the pied piper and no one knows why. not even him #either make him a real freak or stop calling him one. the choice is yours to make #he is so fun to make up freak things for #eddie #anya.txt

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caudatoshiabi · 3 months

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Haven't posted for awhile but did some fanart for my current favourite fanfic

Check it out

It's amazing

#halstarion #halsin x astarion #oakblood #Fanart #bg3 #this fanfic has my heart #angst #sad shit #idk what happened to my style #but i kinda love it

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milkcryptid · 1 year

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trickster & mischief

#stiles stilinski #void!stiles #nogitsune!stiles #teen wolf... movie???? i dont know what you're talking about haha dont be silly :)#teen wolf #teen wolf fanart #stiles fanart #milkcryptid #my art #just him... very attached to the idea of stiles and nogi making a comeback but this time they both on the same team #just you know nogi is still a little shit but now its on our side kinda thing #idk i just like dark stiles and fun chaos #nogitsune #void stiles

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glassphinix · 1 year

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nemonas character arc

#pokemon #pkmn scarvi #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scvi #pkmn nemona #i kinda love how over the top and vaguely stalkerish nemona is bngfigdfubgawdsfrg #yknow how leon was like if a player beat the game and then put it down for so long their character turned into an npc final boss #nemona is like if a seasoned player breezed through the entire game and then a new npc came along who actually tried #and the seasoned player was like HOLY SHIT FINALLY A CHALLENGE #does this make sense. does anyone get where im coming from. idk man its nearly 1 am #internal monologue

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telesilla · 3 months

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Not gonna go out on this limb on a 25k post, but maybe it’s okay that kids today don’t know as much about using an actual computer as we do/did? Is it useful knowledge? Of course it is. So is using a sewing machine or being able to rebuild your VW with a copy of that one book every VW driver used to have. That’s not the right question—most practical knowledge is useful after all. The question should be “is it relevant to the way people live right now.” “How to Keep Your VW Alive” is a timeless fucking classic; my ex and I kept our copy long after he sold his VW. But I’m not buying a copy now because it won’t exactly help me keep my VW ID4 on the road.

And it’s funny, because I tend to read along with those posts and nod my head, because back in my day we HAD to know all that computer stuff. And then for some reason today, I remembered a conversation my mom and I had with my grandma in the mid 70s when I was a teenager. Grandma made my mom’s wedding dress. She worked at a department store doing alterations on foundation wear, which if you look at 1950s foundation wear, you’ll realize was both necessary and difficult. So she was shocked when I said most of my friends didn’t know their way around a sewing machine. “But how do you make sure your clothes fit?!” Well, Grandma, people don’t wear heavy foundation wear any more and clothes don’t need to be as tailored as they did back in the day—it’s 1975 and the only alterations I need to do is hemming my flares so they just touch the floor when I’m wearing platforms.

Now you can back up and look at the broader picture, the one that says, but your car should be repairable by you as long as you have clear instructions, and you should be able to alter your clothes or make your own, and yes, you should know how to organize the files on the desktop of your laptop. But the fact that for the most part it’s become easier and easier to just not do those things (if they can be done at all) isn’t exactly the fault of Kids Today. And it’s certainly not meeting them where they are or even trying to understand why they feel they don’t need that knowledge if, instead of looking at why they don’t have it and maybe even don’t need it, you just decry their lack of the Deep Wisdom.

#idk man #we see shit all the time about how saying insensitive stuff #affects the listener #how can you be on these kids’ side #if you clutch your pearls in their hearing #about shit no one’s teaching them to do?#maybe you’re not blaming them #but think back to the time you didn’t know how to do something #your folks did back in the day #made ya feel kinda dumb didn’t it?#also it’s hilarious that this is about kids not using laptops #next you’ll be telling me they don’t know how to go online using dialup #and then loading something onto their website using ftp #what do you mean yon don’t know COBOL?#like fuck man #this is just adults bitching about kids #and i thought we weren’t gonna do that anymore?

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