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tmmyhug · 2 months
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Please remember to drink some water Vee!!!!
im TRYING but to do that i have to leave my ROOM and my roommates have FRIENDS over and my eyes are all embarassing and puffy from CRYING
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scvrllet · 2 years
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I think c!Fundy should gaslight c!Dream into thinking Yogurt is his kid, just for shits and giggles
Like Yogurt is still adopted, but Fundy is tricking Dream into paying unnecessary child support money
it’d be funny me thinks
imagine c!dream, freshly out of prison, being stopped by c!fundy before he can even go home—or wherever the fuck he sleeps at night—and is dragged by the ear to where this little baby artic fox who doens’t even look like him and is told that that’s his son. and c!dream, dumb and also not gonna question it, is like “oh okay.” and then gets scammed into paying child support not even questioning why yogurt looks nothing like him—or fundy for that matter!
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clamityganon · 1 year
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i need you to know what ive recently started enjoying a piece of media with 'calamity' in the title and every time without fail i spell calamity like your url bc i taught myself that yours is the right way to spell it
my influence…. diabolical 😈😈😈😈‼️‼️‼️🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅
shit bro i had no idea how long this has been here because i didn’t get a notif i hope it wasn’t too long ago
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starlitt · 2 years
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HA PERCEIVED
BRB DEACTIVATING IVE BEEN PERCIEVED AND ON THIS HELLSITE OF ALL PLACES
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secretsandwriting · 1 year
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The New Wayne *Discontinued*
Preview
When Bruce's kids are gone for a mission predicted to last 3 years, Bruce can't deal with (Temporary) manor empty of kids so he of course adopts again and starts training them as the new Batgirl, of course the day the adoption is finalized the mission is completed and his other kids are coming back home.
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on the second floor of wayne manor, to the right of the generations of family portraits and above the old billiards room that has been converted into, more-or-less, a movie den complete with a popcorn machine, nestles the library of wayne manor.
it's not particularly grand or particularly sweeping. instead, it's rather crooked in every direction, bookshelves built this way and that, crawling up the walls like ivy, brimming with novels of any and every sort. a couple plush armchairs and a loveseat were shoved into the corners, an afterthought.
at first, clark couldn't quite imagine bruce in this room. how could he? the musty smell of books permeated the place; clark had only ever known bruce to have machine grease and oil smeared on his fingers and clothes. the armchairs, the bookshelves, the walls themselves seemed to curl in towards the center of the room, as if offering an embrace of the dreamiest sort; bruce threw all the master bedroom furniture up into the attic and replaced it with the sort of soulless shit clark had only ever seen in magazines aimed to please middle-aged majority shareholders. the minute clark stepped into the library, he felt a dozy sort of beauty drape over his shoulders, feeling old and sad and more comfortable than nearly anything else he's experienced. bruce wayne was to clark kent what a pump of adrenaline was to most other people.
and yet.
"i spent half my childhood up here," bruce admitted. "i know for a fact i've read every crime or mystery book we had. then i started collecting them."
thick, calloused fingers skimmed over the bones of the shelf closest to them. bruce turned, enough so clark could enter behind him, but still making sure he had to brush past the other man to get there. (bruce thought he was being crafty. clark wanted to hook his chin over bruce's shoulder and give him a hug.)
with a casual sort of grace that had bruce flicking his eyes over, clark settled into the loveseat, leaning back and simply taking in the room. he shut his eyes, trying to hear a younger bruce shifting on the plush fabric of the chair across the room, greedily leafing through the pages with his hair falling over his forehead.
it's easier than clark had thought. then again, bruce had always felt a bit like midnight velvet, the kind of handsome that felt more at home in black and white. a thin-faced boy—a boy by candlelight, a boy whose hours were so filled with stories that he likened himself to one of those dark knights on the pages—isn't too far out of reach.
clark kent is someone who reads and writes for a living, who knows full well the sheer power words hold, who knows just what they can reveal about other people, who twines them around his lips threads them through his fingers and uses them to do more good in the world than his abilities ever could. clark kent is someone who knows exactly what he's asking when he says, "which is your favourite?"
and bruce, shrewd as he is, picks a worn blue volume from the shelves, sits next to clark, and flips the book open so they can read.
--
in which the author foists all of her longing into a nonsenical little snippet that is less superbat and more me missing the library
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ao3feed-crimeboys · 2 years
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Where My Life Has Barely Begun
by screennamealreadyused (Sail_Productions)
Wilbur’s hand came up to brush the hair from Tommy’s eyes, opened his mouth to reassure, to comfort, to deny the accusations of nepotism. Before his tongue could catch up to his brain, the bell of the timer chimed from the kitchen counter.
Tommy slipped from the stool, under Wilbur’s arm, and down the hallway mumbling some excuse about waking Tubbo for breakfast.
-- Or when Wilbur is sixteen and left to raise his brothers, bumps in the road are inevitable
Words: 747, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Days In The Sun
Fandoms: Dream SMP
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo
Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Toby Smith | Tubbo & Wilbur Soot
Additional Tags: Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings, Toby Smith | Tubbo and TommyInnit are Siblings, Avian TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Goat Hybrid Toby Smith | Tubbo, Good Older Sibling Wilbur Soot, food/eating mentions, Jic, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, only like a line mentioned once in passing, philza's b- parenting, he's not completely awful but he's pretty bad, Bad Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson is Wilbur Soot's Parent
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/39625161
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reidyoulikeabook · 3 years
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Hear me out I've been thinking about this concept for too long:
The BAU plays Never Have I Ever, but it gets progressively more targeted the longer they play.
Like... "Never have I ever,,drunk texted my ex" or "Never have I ever been married"
but eventually it gets to "Never have I ever faked my death and moved to Paris. Take the shot Emily." or "Never have I ever almost died of Anthrax. Don't look at me like that, Reid"
Thank you and have a great rest of your day/night
(okay i adore this concept you have a huge brain i hope it's okay i wrote a little something for it)
ship: gn! reader x spencer reid
warnings: alcohol mention, although reader isn't explicitly said to be drinking it others are, and jokes about faked death/near death experiences, and jokes about a mugging/robbery (it’s a lot more light hearted than it sounds i promise you), and some swearing!
The case had been far too long. Garcia had had to fly out because the police department's technology had been entirely inadequate and it was impossible for her to liason with them from afar, and she'd been here a week. It was safe to say everybody was more than ready to get home, but since a storm had chosen to roll over town, the jet had been grounded for the night.
It was this series of unfortunate events that led to everybody, even Hotch himself, saying 'fuck it' and taking up residence at the hotel bar for the night. Rossi was buying, after all. Even if he didn't know it yet.
You'd wound up crammed next to Spencer in a booth, your knees pressed together. He'd been cradling the same beer bottle for most of the night, mostly just picking at the label until it started to peel off. When Garcia notices this, she slams her fruity cocktail down on the slightly sticky table, shaking her head at him.
"I know what we should do," She chirps, loudly enough to draw everybody's attention, "Let's play never have I ever!"
Nobody has the energy to argue with her, or the willpower to resist her arguments. Hotch concedes with a nod, sighing, "I'll need to get another drink."
Emily murmurs in agreement, and you feel Spencer shift in his seat beside you. Most of them having departed for refreshments, you turn your attention to him.
There's a small grin quirking his lips, "I hope they realise I probably still won't have to drink."
You nudge him with your elbow, "It's Garcia. I'm sure you will."
You two share a private little laugh, and he takes a sip from the bottle, shrugging. The game starts up the second everybody returns, Garcia firing it off with "Never have I ever flown out to Texas."
Everybody groans, rolling their eyes as they take a sip. You exchange a small 'told-you-so' glance with Spencer, and he shakes his head affectionately.
It remains relatively friendly for a while, Hotch says one about handing in case reports late, which earns begrudging sips from Emily, Derek, and even Rossi. The first punch is thrown after Derek steals Emily's wine when she goes to the bathroom, taking a big glug from it. He says she won't notice, and despite the chorus of protests to the contrary, he remains undeterred.
She does notice. And she's unimpressed to say the least. When she comes back, another drink in hand, she flops into her seat.
"I think it's my turn," She announces.
"I think it was actually-" Garcia tries.
"Nope," Emily interrupts, taking a long sip of her drink and turning smugly to Derek, "Never have I ever run out of underwear on a case and had to wear my boxers inside out."
Derek's eyes narrow, "That was a whiskey secret."
"Tell me you didn't!" Penelope gasps, pulling a horrified face and pretending to shift her chair away from him.
"Real impressive bunch we've got here," Rossi notes to Hotch, chuckling.
Hotch raises his eyebrows, bringing his drink to his lips before clarifying, "I'm not drinking for the game. But it seems you probably should Morgan."
Morgan turns to you, as if looking for support and you laugh, "Not to say I told you so but," You shrug.
He groans, drinking and murmuring under his breath. While it didn't affect the rest of the team, it certainly spurred them into a different direction. Garcia's next one is a very quickly garbled "Never have I ever been divorced", and she practically shrinks into Morgan's lap to avoid the death glares Hotch and Rossi throw her way.
Hotch adjusts in his seat before taking his turn, "Never have I ever been caused a federal data breach by playing a game on government time."
You laugh first, a bubble of shock and amusement, “Hotch.”
He spares you a glance, his imitation of a grin, “Yes ____?”
Your response, which you hadn’t quite thought of anyway, is swept away in a series of jeers. A relatively fair mixture of surprise that Hotch has stepped up to the role of saboteour, and laughs purely at Penelope’s expense. You’re firmly a member of the former camp, alongside Spencer. You catch him in your peripheral, beaming at Hotch.
“Game’s a game baby girl,” Morgan grins, “That’s what you get for messing with Hotch.”
The teasing slows down the process, but you’re distracted by Spencer now. He’s shifted in his seat and his arm is right next to yours. You can feel the heat coming off it. Whether the movement was conscious or unconscious, you can’t be sure, but what you can be sure of is that the proximity is relatively distracting.
It’s his turn. Of course it is.
Very non-chalantly, without changing his posture, said as calmly as if he’s delivering a profile at the police station, he says it, “Never have I ever hidden under my desk from Strauss and gotten my colleague to lie to her that I was at a dentist appointment to avoid doing a Q&A with probationary agents.”
That bastard.
You feel yourself flush with warmth, and press your lips together in your best imitation of a neutral poker face. Everybody looks at each other with varying degrees of accusation, but it’s Emily’s eyes that come to land on you first.
She grins like a damn Cheshire cat, “Oh ____, I did not peg you for the insubordinate type.”
You feel the weight of eight gazes on your face, and you turn to glare at Spencer. He looks smug as all hell, not trying at all to suppress his glee at having dropped you in it, although he won’t meet your eye. Everybody’s laughing, including him, and you join in too, in spite of yourself.
“Oh you’re going to be sorry for that.”
And he is. On your next turn, you make a big show out of settling in your seat. Dramatically looking around the table, before angling yourself towards Spencer and looking directly at him, dryly delivering, “Never have I ever had to call my colleague from a bookstore because a bunch of teenage boys stole my cane.”
“You got mugged of your cane?” Emily asks incredulously.
“Oh my sweet precious boy,” Penelope cuts in.
You don’t hear Morgan or JJ’s comments because Spencer is looking at you, his mouth agape, the very picture of indignance, squeaking, “I can’t believe you told them about that!”
You can tell it’s put on though. He’s bright red, the blush poking up under his collar and licking at his cheeks, shaking his head vigorously as Morgan asks him varying questions about the appearance of the boys in question, whether he needs him to get him a sketch artist and whether he’d like to file a report for a regular robbery or a mugging.
Spencer huffs under his breath, flustered, “You’re going to regret that one.”
And regret it you do. Emily is had by JJ in ‘never have I ever faked my death and moved to Paris’, Morgan is had by Hotch in ‘never have I ever kicked in a door only to realise it wasn’t locked in the first place’, JJ is had by a very tipsy Garcia in a ‘never have I ever turned down three marriage proposals’, and you and Spencer have engaged in a private war that only escalates with each sip you have to take.
Emily is cradling her, once again, almost empty glass of wine, ready to take her turn after yet another round of friendly fire between you and Spencer.
She twirls it around in her hands, pointedly flicking her eyes between you both as she says it, “Never have I ever had a crush on a colleague.”
You and Spencer are similar shades of incredibly sheepish as you take a sip. Looking at each other in your peripherals, with a sense of shy knowing that you hadn’t had about thirty seconds prior. And yes, Emily is chastised into drinking her very last sip of wine, but she considers it to be worth it.
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westywallowing · 2 years
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pimk<3 and science cyan
this is very sweet!! also I can understand wanting to study me I'm like a weird annoying bird that makes a lot of noise it's okay
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enderwalk · 2 years
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♫ and beeduo?
nothing, to make the rpverse crowd cry
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tmmyhug · 10 months
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Miss girl what are you taking those pictures with? Your eyes?? They’re Gorgeous
ok taking good photos is actually really easy all you need is a relatively recent smartphone camera and a primitive knowledge of editing. all of those pics i edited right inside the iphone photos app. after that it’s a matter of getting a sense of composition and lighting which is gonna be different for everyone. BUT more important than all of that is just. developing your general awareness of the space and light and motion around you. like a tiny ladybug on a flower or the way the light hits those flower petals or the shape of that road or a candid moment between some friends. if you’re not paying attention you miss it - 90% of visual art is learning to see. once you have that the pictures follow naturally !!
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scvrllet · 8 months
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*throttles you harder*
looked at my…..300+ drafts and it may be working, let’s see if i’ll be able to actually write though
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clamityganon · 1 year
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Tagged by @calkale BLUSHING AND GIGGLING sorry I didn’t finish this earlier I forgot
3 ships: Narler (Fight Club), Superbat, and Idrk I’m not a big shipper anything goes
First ever ship: First ever ACTIVE ship? Klance. Sorry.
Last song: Tainted Love, Soft Cell
Last movie: chunks of Howl’s Moving Castle (for a film class analysis) and if that doesn’t count, then Bubble (my friend got zooted and made me watch it with him. I thought it sucked ASS tbh not worth the watch)
Currently reading: I’m annotating the Catcher in the Rye (#sigma #redflag #malemanipulator)
Currently watching: It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia (literally as I type this in my bed)
Currently consuming: I just had four packages of instant kimchi ramen for dinner with some random bottle of cranberry ginger ale
Currently craving: the touch of another person bro I need a hug
Tagging @woahajimes @river-bottom-nightmare @pricetagofficial @screennamealreadyused @valentinothebold @arqueervist and that’s that
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kilibaggins · 3 years
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IT’S OKAY!!!
I am too! We can talk whenever you want to, I don’t mind waiting if you don’t mind it <3
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taxolotl · 2 years
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Brain did a think and I realized I can’t wait for Dream to face reveal
Yes because dteam, yes to know what he looks like when he kettle laughs, but I’d kill to see the expression he makes when he shouts “oh Georgeeeee” in videos
no absolutely i was thinking abt this the other day and going a little insane like. what do u mean its gonna be Any Day Now that we'll be able to see him irl doing irl things like moving around LAUGHING 😭holding patches making his george face etc etc
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secretsandwriting · 1 year
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The New Wayne *Discontinued*
Part Two: Not Fair
When Bruce's kids are gone for a mission predicted to last 3 years, Bruce can't deal with (Temporary) manor empty of kids so he of course adopts again and starts training them as the new Batgirl, of course the day the adoption is finalized the mission is completed and his other kids are coming back home.
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