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what if I just. bit Yukio?
I dunno, I'm bored and don't wanna be in class :3
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also, iwasaki-san lowkey being a rosho yume is so funny lmao he basically self inserted himself into this situation on stage during today’s hangout stream lmao
#this is vee speaking#iwasaki: *smoothly* let go rosho 😏😏😏#WTHAT KINDA VIBE LOL#remember when the looked back at the first episode last week and the screenshot of rosho running pulled up#and he just went ‘he’s beautiful 😌’ lmao he’s so real for that#iwasaki-san’s a star on stage so it’s very fun watching nozu and takeuchi-san play off him lmao#doing some casual boke off of nozu was so cringe that takeuchi-san was swingin LOL#he got full on tsukkomi slapped and ik takeuchi-san has some power behind his swing as a former baseball pitcher and works out#and that makes two bat members who have slapped iwasaki-san lol sooooooo sakakihara-san—
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"if you want good sparkledogs read sparklecare" as if the people involved w That dont have their own years old drama .... weeeird way to end a callout
AND SPARKLECARE ISN'T EVEN GOOD
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omg let’s go choose violence multiples of three 🔥
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6. which ship fans are the most annoying?
lotta them are but def S/S and N/H for me.
i think n*r*gaa is annoying but like the actual fandom has toned down some or maybe i just been out of it so long i never have to see anything from them. though i still think its annoying whenever the fandom does stupid lil 'gaara is jealous of sasuke' jokes. annoyin as hell and completely disregards the way gaara empathized with sasuke--even if kishimoto couldn't commit to that more strongly. but hey no one is important unless they can be used to prop up the MC, and god forbid anyone but naruto feel anything for sasuke i guess. not like the whole thing with gaara and sasuke in classic was that gaara saw himself in sasuke... like rlly fuckin sucks what we coulda had there
9. worst part of canon
god there's so much that's bad but definitely the Otsutsuki. gotta be my least fave thing. zero foreshadowing because it was just a gimmick for boruto.
also ch 700 sucks and doesnt exist to me
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15. that one thing you see in fanart all the time
gonna assume this is meant negatively but uh besides the obvious blushing gaara shit also the orientalist designs that are out there. like gaara in these fake ass belly dancer type costumes. ugly and racist as hell. like if you wanna put Gaara in clothes from SWANA regions then do the fucking research. dont just throw shit together. you cant culture vulture your way to a diverse cast of characters
18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...
bitch i dont know >< uh... yeah i got nuthin
21. part of canon you think is overhyped
lmao most of it but definitely Madara
24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse
a*3
if someone wants to give their money to a site that hosts cp, racist fics, silences pro-Palestine volunteers, treats volunteers like shit and ignores the volunteers of color experiencing racism then imma block and move on with my day. and if someone wants to align themselves with ppl who send messages to the effect of "lol because of this im donating $100 to a*3" to mostly Black bloggers seeking mutual aid who happen to be critical of said site... well thats on them too. these ppl are one step away from callin Black ppl slurs but sure it's more important to protect this site from so-called censorship (it's actually just moderation, but go off with that fake ass oppression)
you dont get to call somethin art and then not criticize it and the spaces it inhabits. real literature is criticized, so if fanfic is held up to that standard then it and the spaces it exists in should be criticized--and in general any community space needs to be held to a standard, but hey that's askin mostly white ppl to care about community. but like either its transformative and therefore warrants engagement on that level or its just for fun--and if its the latter, then youre still sayin its fine to have fun at the expense of others; its fine to disseminate works that maintain the status quo, and even encourage it. you cant 'representation matters' and 'fiction doesnt impact reality' a thing--the two are contradictory, only one can be true, and hint: it's not the latter--or the space it exists in.
also genuinely think its so disingenuous to act like ppl critical of that site are all doin it out of spite and to "ruin ppls fun" insteada because they want that space to be welcoming and better for everyone--safer. ppl pushin for change are tryna make it a place that doesnt cause harm, silencing that is so fuckin stupid
#ask game answers#once again swingin a bat here with that last answer but i block liberally so w/e#and its not like i ever been shy about my criticism of a*3 or fandom in general#so this shouldnt surprise anyone who been followin me
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Question how do y'all think Stelle's fighting style ACTUALLY works-
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heard our very reserved dog bark yesterday and it scared the shit out of me
Loud Singular Bark
#powerful dog#then again I also got scared from turning the radio on today so you know maybe just me#not ready for the 80's pop to come out swingin I guess#bats speaks
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i'm not gonna lie i wasn't really on board with sabrina and barry but they're growing on me.
#*carly chats#sabrina carpenter#barry keoghan#I'M WARY OKAY???????#i literally don't know a single thing about barry so i can't say anything bad about him#i just hope he knows i'll be standing behind him 24/7 with a baseball bat in hand just ready for swingin'!!#if he screws this up with her at all or screws her over IT'S ON FUCKING SIGHT#I'M WACTHING YOU WAZOWSKI
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Sir Waylon of Gotham
Waylon wasn't much for talkin' to hoity-toity well-to-doers. Didn't much like their attitude. Or the way they looked at 'im. Lookin' down their noses, all pinched-faced and holier-than-thou, like he was the scum of the earth for the way he looked. And while Waylon wouldn't deny that he was scum, it sure weren't for lookin' the way he did. He'd earned that title fair 'n square, through hard work 'n strikin' fear inta the people of Gotham.
And he did that by bitin' they's arms off, not 'cause he was a li'l scaly.
Point was, Waylon didn't talk much with fancy people. Yeah, he talked to the Bat Brood and they could half be considered fancy on account of mostly bein' Waynes under the mask, but they didn't count. Not really. 'Specially their newest petite couyon that liked to swing about in his sewers like the chit owned the place. He didn't know how the kid was added to the family- coulda been adopted, coulda been one a' the other one's partner, coulda been another blood son a popped up outta nowhere 'gain.
Waylon didn't ask and the chit never said. No, all Phantom ever wanted to talk 'bout was how Waylon was doin. Idjit was far too concerned about Waylon's well-bein' when he shoulda been mindin' his own damn business. Kid said it was part a his business. That heroes had to check in on the reformed, make sure they were well and happy so they didn't have a need to get back inta villainy. Waylon wanted to call bullshit on 'im but he just didn't have the heart when the kid looked so earnest 'bout it.
And maybe the kid was swingin' in all the time just to check in on an Old Croc. Maybe even the kid didn't mind bein' 'round 'im an 'is big, scary teeth. Sure it were more likely he needed an escape an' the sewers were a place most Bats didn't venture less they had to, but iffin that were true- kid didn't have to find and talk to him every time.
All this was to say that he'd gotten used to seein' Danny 'round the sewers, and even seein' Jay when the older kid was sent to bring the other back topside.
Who he had not gotten used to seein' in the sewers, though, was a pretty thing all done up in medieval dress and glowin' green. Nor was he used to the hulking Knight done up in glowin' black armor standin' next ta her.
And, again, Waylon wasn't much for talkin' to hoity-toity people, let alone Ghost Royalty or some such, but he was still a man with manners. An' they were in his sewers (well, an' Grundy's, but the big lug weren't here, so's point was moot) so he was haven'ta be the one to greet 'em.
He growl echoed off the stone and muck as he approached the two beings that were floating midair, just above the water. They both looked lost until he fully rose from the grime and addressed them.
"Youins need somethin? Ya lookin fer Danny?"
And, well, Waylon said he had manners. Never said he was gonna use 'em.
"Oh!" said the sweet thing in flowing gown, her voice just as soft as she looked. "Yes! You must be the good Sir Waylon of Gotham that the King speaks so fondly of. I am Princess Dorathea and this is my personal guard, Fright Knight."
Sir Waylon? Now that's not somethin' he's ever heard afore. Him? Deservin' of a title like Sir? Ain't no way. He weren't 'bout to say nothin', but it sure did make him feel all flustery that a noble Lady like her would think so highly of a monster like him.
"Nah I wouldn' say he's 'xactly fond a me, but the name is Waylon, yeah, uh- My Lady."
And she smiled at 'im, sweet as anythin', like he weren't made a sharp edges an spilled blood. The big Knight aside her was actin like that too, posture relaxed as he just let her get closer. Closer an most people ever dared. 'Cept Phantom an some a the Bats. Was it a ghost thing? No fear a death, so whats scary about a big man with sharp teeth anymore?
"Would Sir Phantom be near-abouts?" she asked. "I require his counsel on matters of import."
"Sorry, cher- uh, My Lady," he grumbled, "ain't gotta clue where he's at. Somewhere's topside, prolly."
Her shoulders slumped just the slightest, obviously disappointed in his answer. And try as he might to want to give her a better one, he only knew where the kid was when he wanted to hang around underground. Waylon avoided the streets at all costs these days, not wantin' to risk trouble again. He'd spent enough of his days wastin' away in Arkham and Blackgate, thanks.
The Lady turned thoughtful though and graced him with a tilt of her head and a smile. "Perhaps you would deign to assist me instead, Sir Waylon?"
"Well nah, I'd love ta, My Lady. Supposin' its somethin' I can help ya with."
"Yes," she said, circling around him in a graceful glide, "so long as you are willing, you will suit just fine."
"Ya still haven't told me what ya need help with, ah- My Lady."
Waylon couldn't see the Knight's expression but he could almost feel the amusement pourin' off a him. And he wondered just what the hell he'd agreed to that a guy like that'd find it funny.
"My brother is making moves to take back the Kingdom. He has amassed a small, but skilled contingent of rebels and intends to usurp me at the upcoming Yule Celebration."
"So ya need muscle ta help stop 'im?"
"Oh no," she said, sweet but full of venom- like arsenic. Her grin was now full of teeth, teeth much to sharp for a proper Lady like her, and her eyes turned to glowing reptilian points. "I can take care of him myself. I intended to ask Sir Phantom along as contingency."
She looked him up and down and the Knight standing guard behind her was projectin' a certain smugness as he did the same.
"You, however, Sir Waylon," she said, and the tone near sent a shiver down his spine. "Will do well as both warrior and suitor."
"What say you?"
#nap shitposts in the afterlife#naps fics#dp x dc#dpxdc#i leave the ending up to your imagination or someone elses potential continuation#i just had the funny idea that they'd all be good together. yes that includes Fright Knight.#have fun with the ship and ship name byyyeeee
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"Stay away from me!" | "Why?" | "I just wanna go back to my room!" | "Why?" | "Well, I'm very confused, and I just need time to think things over!" | "You've had your whole fucking life to think things over, what good's a few minutes more gonna do you now?" | "Please don't hurt me!" | "I'm not gonna hurt you!" | "Stay away from me!" | "Wendy? Darling? Light, of my life. I'm not gonna hurt ya. You didn't let me finish my sentence. I said, I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just going to bash your brains in! Gonna bash 'em right the fuck in!" | "Stay away from me! Don't hurt me!" | "I'm not gonna hurt you." | "Stay away! Stop it!" | "Stop swingin' the bat. Put the bat down, Wendy. Wendy? Give me the bat..."
The Shining (1980) dir. Stanley Kubrick
#The Shining#horroredit#userhorroredits#dailyhorrorfilms#classichorrorfilms#classichorrorblog#horrorfilmgifs#userbrittany#gif#mine#made by me#photoset#gifs#gifset#moviegifs#filmgifs#filmedit#filmdaily#tvandfilmdaily#dailytvfilmgifs#cinemapix#doyouevenfilm#fyeahmovies#dailyflicks#moviehub#filmcentral#junkfooddaily#stanley kubrick#jack nicholson#I cheated and reused some old frames but oh well yall
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Do you like crabs
mmmmm tastey -👾
I wanna be a crab :3 - 🎨
I want a pet crab, they're my favorite animal- 🎀
Etsuko, you good? -💢
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I said I was gonna request you, and i'm finally here. Can I request more fluff Headcanons for Facilier, Headless horseman and Horned king?? 🥺 Thank uuu 💫💫 hope you're doing amazing btw <3
BUBBLY i'm so so sorry for the wait on this, I've done nothing but rotate this ask in my head for 12 months, please enjoy-!
FLUFF HEADCANNONS
Dr Faciler:
- This MAN-
- Smooooooth as butter in a slow warmed skillet in summer.
- He’s an elegant chaperone draped in shadow, a hand in the darkness, a gentlemanly escort through the city streets, he’s basically able to hear you through every dark nook and cranny in New Orleans and assistance for anything is only the bat of an eyelash at a dark alley away.
- There’s. There’s so many petnames. The way he purrs ‘Darlin’’ feels like some kind of sin.
- You better believe half of New Orleans owes him a favour or two, so when he decides to take you out on the town, you’re getting nothing but the best service. It may not be the kind of highfalootin’ places he feels you deserve, but hidden in alleyways and in cellars lives New Orleans most raucous, lively, swingin’ nightlife and you’ll both be dancing till your feet fall off.
- Even as you both go for a pleasant walk around town, his ceaseless fingers are dipping into pockets and swiping passersby to get you something nice.
- While you’ve grown used to the sensation of being watched from the darkness, Facilier started taking pains to steer you away from where the city borders the bayou after you told him you felt watched there too.
- Mama Odie has her ways of keeping tabs on you both – and the horrified look on Facilier’s face when she hollered across the river “Stand up straight!” and “Y/N better be eatin’ right!” and “I better see some grandbabies!” (regardless of gender, she has her ways) was priceless.
Headless Horseman:
- Though he can vocalise, it often hurts, so when you appeared with a book on sign language he couldn’t help but sweep you up into a tight embrace.
- You’ve gotten familiar with the signs for ‘hello’ and ‘come here’ and ‘I love you’, the last being something he takes great pride in making you blush with.
- If you don’t know how to ride, he’ll teach you, though you know for a fact his horse Alpatraum only tolerates it because the Horseman is there to supervise. You’re getting thrown otherwise.
- (since learning said horse has a severe weakness for sugar cubes you’ve been graduated from ‘annoyance’ to ‘my annoyance with snacks’. He’ll let you pet him eventually, don’t worry.)
- If you have your own horse, it’s romantic nighttime rides through the woods as far as the eye can see. But HH's favourite is when you smirk and dare him to catch you, taking off at a gallop and laughing as he races in pursuit, the horses hooves like thunder as he gives chase.
- He loves it when you get chilly, because it means he can wrap you up in his cloak and snuggle in the saddle.
- Lowkey loves it when you carve him new faces/heads for halloween, though does have a slight caveat that you please keep the design somewhat frightening. If he’s left with the hello kitty pumpkin again yes he’ll begrudgingly wear it because you worked hard on it but you’re getting stuck up a tree as penance.
The Horned King
- Tf do you mean fluff he’s cold he’s hard he’s ragged he is terror he is death whispered on the wind-
-If you kiss his hand he nearly pitches over.
- The longer you’re in his company, the more you can observe his mocking use of endearments become ever so slowly more sincere, until only he is allowed to call you sweet things – which becomes a rule enforced with ruthless efficiency in his castle.
-He enjoys walking and talking with you, which is good because you’re the only person on the goddamn planet that can convince this lich to leave his depression hole of a private tower and get him to experience a change of scenery. Even just around the parapets would be enough, and then he gets to offer you his arm for the uneven ground and have you lean on him and oh, yes absolutely dear we can make this a daily occurrence-
- His major love language is quality time – simply being in your presence is enough to soothe the hard edges of any day. His favourite thing is just the two of you existing in the same space, quietly doing your own thing, and maybe settling in for some idle handholding just to make things Perfect.
- As a sidenote – you know the thing? With the gentle handholding and the little thumb-stroke over the back of the hand? Yeah. Yeah. That.
- Because he struggles with actually directly verbalising soft feelings (he’s allergic to announcing he’s secretly made of bone shaped mush), he’s come up with the genius coping mechanism of ‘Acts of Service – gaslighting edition’.
- Example:
- “...Sire did you order the men to renovate my room??”
- “The castle requires upkeep, my dear.”
- “...but the renovations seem to comprise of. Just my room.”
- “...Perhaps once the men and Creeper prove themselves deserving of leakproof roofs and sufficient insulation I will order their quarters improved also. Now hush.”
Once again Bubbly I'm so sorry for the wait, I hope you like these little bits!!
#thalassa responds#disney villains#x reader#disney villains x reader#the horned king#dr facilier#the headless horseman#fluff fluff fluffity fluff
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Okay, so I see you’re still somewhat accepting requests, so hear me out on this little HC or scenario okay?
What if you take Bucky to a rage room? What’s he doing, how long does it take him to start fr raging, does he even rage, etc.
Tysm and have a good day!
- Sunny
bucky barnes and the rage room.
hi sunny!! here are my personal opinions/headcanons about it. if you or anyone agrees or disagrees, i’d love to hear your thoughts <3
- Honestly, I don’t think he’s into it. My first instinct was that he wouldn’t even go. I think if his girl really wanted to, he’d tag along, but just because he loves being by your side for everything.
- He’s worked really hard on being better with his emotions, and now he works through them as they happen. He’s really made progress with not bottling stuff up anymore.
- Sure, he gets a little angry occasionally - when people jaywalk in front of his car, or when he breaks something accidentally. But it isn’t rage.
- So, I think you encourage him to find the fun!! Sure, we’re not realistically working through any fury fuelled trauma here, but we can have a laugh and a good time.
- You throw the first plate, both of you flinching when it smashes against the wall. Bucky reminds himself to take a breath, that this is something people do for fun now in the 21st century. It isn’t serious.
- You hand him a glass, encouraging him to do as he wishes. He drops it straight down, almost gently. You grin and rest your forehead against his (as best you can with safety goggles on) to give him a little reassurance.
- He throws the next glass with a little more force, against the bottom of the wall. It shatters into a million pieces, and now Bucky’s starting to get it.
- You suddenly have a baseball bat in your hand, which is worrying for him. You’re clumsy on the best of days, and he doesn’t need you knocking yourself out. He’s got a subtle eye on you as you wind your arm back and swing, straight into an old tv set.
- You barely make a scratch. Suddenly he’s laughing, properly laughing, the sound coming from deep in his stomach. You try to look stern but you can’t, not when he’s folded over, tears dripping down his cheeks. All you can do is beam, giggling through your annoyance.
- He takes the bat from you and gives you a look that asks can I? Of course you nod, stepping back. He takes a swing, cracking the entire thing apart. It’s ancient, so it’s tough, built to last.
- Once he’s made a start, he gives the bat back to you. He’s made it much easier for you now, and you break parts of it off with glee. You swing for the screen, then the top, then the sides. It’s smashed into pieces of debris in no time, both of you cackling as you do it.
- Eventually, when you’re both a little sweaty and worn out, you hang up your safety goggles and call it a day.
- “So, what did you think? Another one of my twenty first century fads?”
He laughs, pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“As far as your twenty first century fads go, I didn’t mind this one. And you look cute swingin’ a bat around. Maybe we should get you into T Ball.”
You shove at him with your shoulder, rolling your eyes - but you can’t fight the grin on your face.
- Neither of you can deny the way you’re both a little lighter on the way home. Not because you let go of any rage - but because you had fun.
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Ohh, how I utterly ADORE all your worldbuilding ideas and thoughts on MLP!! Quick question, if that's alright by you... Applebloom has some noticeable FruitVamp features, do Applejack, Big Mac, and Granny Smith also have slight, vampire-esc features? Does their entire family line, due to the nature of their work, have a robust immunity to the maladies that the bats spread? Do they wear suits in highly infested areas to prevent bites, or do they go in unprotected because they're just that tough?
Vampire fruit bat virus
Most ponies know not to handle bats! Like humans it's common knowledge that you don't mess with bats. And if it isn't, you can contract rabies from a bite that doesn't even register while you're carrying a bat outside to release it. You can get rabies and not even know you're bitten. And then you die.
Fluttershy's friends trusted her animal handling skills to keep her unscathed, but even animal whisperers shouldn't handle bats without protection! So it's a tale of hubris.
Apple bloom just chased after bats because she wanted to see if bat wrangling was her life's calling. She was being a stupid kid and got bit.
Flim and Flam were tearing down trees that bats nested in, while the rest of the apple farmers would be more careful to make sure any critters cleared out first. They got attacked and flam caught the vamprus
Rainbow dash just went in there and started swingin
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Adonis Sports Cup & Olympics Festival - Watersports
Everyone, tune in! September's here! The Adonis Sports Cup & Olympics Festival is everything male masculinity put to movement and action, dressed in the skimpiest uniforms allowed for the sport, for the sake of movement, of course! This is where we figure out just which set of adonises are the best of the best!
Today, we'll be covering the watersports category of this year's festival--classic swimming, water polo, and a more recent emergence, water wrestling, finally being played at the festival this time around! The council's quick!
The swimmers this year are looking lithe and ready to thrive--flaunting their massive stompers as they prepare in the steam room, laxing up before they get to swingin' and kickin'! Remember, folks, you're a few years too late if you think anyone with less than a size 74 shoe is getting into this tier of league--for our friends over the pond, that's a minimum of a 32-inch-long foot! The bigger the better, though, and this year, it looks like we're graced with our first size 97 swimmer, a flipper in its own category that's just shy of 40 inches long!
Water polo's up to bat next, folks, and these men with the boulder shoulders have the pool looking more like a quarry than anything else! Look no further for some Dorito™-shaped hunks, built to span the width of the pool just from three of them, and they've had to increase the width of the goal yet again this year, as these men just seem to keep getting wider! The council has also announced that, if trends continue, they'll have to reduce the player count on each team from the recently-changed 6 to 5 already, because they're running out of space in the pools! No good shoulder-checking your teammates every time you twist and turn! We've got shoulder spans checking in ranging from 3 ft 7 inches to 4 ft 9 inches, and forget about wingspans--we got tired of measuring and were getting a little too close to running out of tape measure!
And finally, welcome to the festival debut of water wrestling! A fan favorite for the longest in varsity and collegiate play, we have three weight categories established this year, and the council's got a sense of humour--hunk, beefcake, and titan! The rules are a bit changed from what you're all used to, though! Due to the size of some of these men, the objective has changed from just getting the other competitor fully-submerged... you've now got to get them to the outer fifth of their side of the pool! It should be an interesting watch, but from our point of view, not all-too-thought-out, since these titans are waist-level standing up in the pool! Seems like the council just wanted a splash zone that'd make SeaWorld weep! Stay tuned to witness these mass monsters grapple with each other relentlessly, muscles writhing, teeth gritting... and there's word that Alpha Dom has snuck its way into some of these competitor's bloodstreams, so let's all keep an eye out for the signature sign of drip-tap nips and bursting briefs!
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Can I add to the Hobie dating an autistic person ideas based on my experiences? I'm autistic, my girlfriend isn't but neither of us would be shocked if she was.
Hobie understands that he has to be ultra specific when asking or explaining something to you. He can't be vague about it and say something will take a while, he knows you prefer a specific time.
He finds your stimming cute as fuck, but he's learned quickly to step out the way when you do stim lest he wants to be in the line of fire and accidentally get hit.
Same applies with hands. You gesture a lot with your hands and it gets more animated and crazy when you're excited and you wave then about. The cutest shit ever, not so much when you're eating or prepping food and you have a knife in your hand. A gentle reminder that its okay to stim, but maybe not with a knife or something stabby or fragile in your hand is all that's needed.
Yes, you and Hobie are on the same page 99 percent of the time, but occasionally there'll be miscommunication and what he says and means will be different to what you thought it meant. This is based on me and my girlfriend a few weeks ago. I suggested we "chill out" in her room, hoping she gets the hint. We go to her room and literally chill out whilst watching Bluey. Many laughs and kisses after, it was adorable
Hobie Brown Drabble: cooking rambles with a gn!autistic!reader
➼ I absolutely love these additions to the headcanons! I also talk a lot with my hands and at work and when I’m cooking that includes gesturing with very sharp knives, so- yeah I’m forcing that on our beloved gn!reader. Enjoy this little Drabble based on some of your lovely additions!
➼ I swear I did try my best on the accent-
➼ Sorry that this took a bit longer than I promised! Work has been kicking my ass
➼ No beta we die like uncle Aaron
➼ No warnings! Just fluff here
GIF doesn't belong to me! All credits to the original owner
You treasured nights like these, nights when Hobie wasn’t needed back at Spider HQ. Or just decided not to go. Either way, you enjoyed just being able to lounge around in your shared flat together, bitch about coworkers, turn on a cheesy movie, or your favorite: cook together. Nothing beat a homemade meal in Hobie’s opinion, he just…wasn’t the best at cooking. Wasn’t terrible either, more middle of the road, so he usually stuck to stirring and prepping the vegetables.
Tonight’s menu was grilled cheeses and tomato soup, some nice comfort food. Hobie was buttering up the pan for the sandwiches while you were chopping up some onions, going on about your day. “So then I’m at the counter just trying to ring up her order. Something complicated because of course she just couldn’t have the drinks how they come, each has at least three modifications” you rambled on. You always talked with your hands, gesturing wildly that you sometimes hit people. This was no different.
Apart from the fact that this time you had a knife in your hands.
“Like she wanted no whip on this one, double whip on that one, sprinkles on the other other one” you listed off, tapping the tip of the blade against your fingers without a second thought. Hobie was of course listening, but he had his back turned. At least it was until his Spidey-sense went off. But what could be causing danger-?
Cue you still gesturing with the knife, none the wiser that Hobie, who was once by the stove, had webbed up onto the ceiling and was standing there like a bat. Your eyes had been trained down as you went on. “I was losing my mind! I wanted to scream!” You raised your hands in frustration, and when you lowered them, the knife was gone and in its place? A wooden spoon. “What-?”
“Sorry luv, but I can’t ‘ave you swingin’ that ‘round. Can’t ‘ford a trip to the hospi’al” Hobie said, still hanging upside down on the ceiling but now with your stolen knife in hand. “I fancy ya a bi’ too much to let you ‘urt yourself.”
You could only laugh, setting the spoon down as Hobie finally jumped off of the ceiling, spinning around to land on his feet. “I didn’t even realize I was doing it” you replied, holding your hand out to get the knife back. He shot you a mock skeptical look before handing it back over, now sitting on the counter. “‘S alright swee’heart. Now watch where you’re cu’ing. I wan’ you ta keep all your fingers” he hummed out lowly, watching you get back to work. He always loved watching you talk with your hands and when you would stim, sometimes he just needed to step in to keep everyone safe. Anything for his luv.
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Time, Precious Time-Clegan
Summary: Johns having a hard time coming to terms that his oldest is growing up. (A teaser for my new au)!!! Likes and reblogs highly appreciated!!!
WC: 985
C/W: tooth rotting fluff!
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Gale shielded his eyes from the hot, June sun. A small smile creeping onto his cheeks seeing the sight of John carrying Flynn on his hip. John, still in his blue firehouse shirt and matching blue pants. His small badge glimmering in the sun, Flynn still in her T-Ball uniform.
It had been a divide and conquer day for the Clevens, they hated when both the girls had games on the same day with overlapping times. Gale took Cordelia to her softball game and John took Flynn to her t-ball game.
“Hi daddy!” Flynn waved practically jumping out of John’s grasp.
“Hey Peanut.” Gale smiled, holding his arms out for the mini John Egan running up the bleachers.
“Uncle Kenny too!?” The seven year old buzzed at the site of the man with the dirty blonde curls.
“How was your game?” Ken asked, Flynn taking a seat next to him.
“What’s the score?” John kissed Gales cheek sitting down next to him.
“Four to five. Neck and neck. Oh just in time.” Gale watched Cordelia come out of the dugout, her bat in hand and her long blonde braid hanging out the back of the helmet.
“You got this Delia! Give ‘em a good dinger!” John cheered, sitting forward resting his elbows on his knees. Gale smirked seeing a glance of Cordelia shooting John a glare. She was 13 and was no longer impressed by John's devotion to the sport.
“She got that look from you,” John knocked his knee into Gales. Even if she was adopted you couldn’t deny she had the Cleven look to her.
“Me?”
“Yeah, everytime the games on when you get home.” John stifled a laugh, “She’s nervous.”
“I know, she was pacing in the dugout last inning.”
“Strike one!” The umpire called as the ball came in fast and Cordelia swung at it, missing.
“Shake it off, Delia! You got this, go down swingin’ if you gotta!” John took his backseat coaching very seriously, which never failed to turn some eyes from other parents. “She’s got that Egan in her, won’t go down without a fight.”
Gale knew that, he knew how hard both of their kids worked for something they wanted. Cordelia had been spending her evenings in the backyard either hitting softballs off a tee or letting Curt or John pitch them to her.
“She tipped a ball to second last time she batted, but they got her at first.”
“Dang, I know she's got this, I can feel it.” John nearly jumped out of his skin as the ding of the bat sounded and Cordelia sent the ball flying into the outfield taking off for first base.
“There ya go! That’s my girl!” John jumped up cheering as Cordelia slid into third and the umpire called safe. Curt high fived her, he always coached third base.
“She's got your swing.” Gale massaged his shoulder, the five o’clock sun kissing John's face. His sun freckles were starting to become more prominent across the bridge of his nose.
“She actually came to me asking for advice on her swing!”
“I saw you guys working on it again last night. Oh and she's got your speed,” Gale pointed as the next girl hit the ball and Cordelia took off for home plate.
“Ayyyy!” John jumped up as she ran across home plate and the other girl got to first, “Five to five!”
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Gale yawned as he checked his watch, “It’s almost bedtime, Peanut. Why don’t you go upstairs and start getting ready for bed.”
“Okay, don’t be late for story time.” Flynn got up from where she had been snuggled into Gale.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“I’ll meet you upstairs. I'm gonna let the dogs out.” John kissed Gale's cheek, “Come on guys.” John got up with the big Great Dane and the little chihuahua following after him.
John let the dogs out and went into the kitchen grabbing a cup from the cupboard, “Hey, kiddo.” John hummed, glancing over at Cordelia as she came in.
“Can we talk after you guys read to Flynn?”
“Yeah, me and you or dad too?”
“Just us.”
“Okay, good job today, by the way.”
“Thanks, papa.”
John had tucked in Flynn and Chili and Scooby had gone off to bed with Gale. John came down the hall and knocked on Cordelia’s cracked open door.
“Come in,”
“Do you still wanna talk?”
“Yeah.”
John grabbed her desk chair and brought it over to the bed. Their cat, Moose jumped onto his lap the moment he was sat. “What’s up?”
“Well first I just wanted to say thank you for practicing with me. I’m still a little giddy over that hit. But I actually wanted to ask if we could talk about your uh…uhm comments at the game…?” Cordelia took her hair out of the clip and ran a hand through it nervously.
“Oh, do you want me to stop?” John felt his heart fall but he understood the whole being 13 and thinking your parents are lame thing.
“Yeah, I love you but it’s a little embarrassing sometimes. I asked Curt if he could talk to you but he said it would be better if I did it.”
John let out a sigh, “Uncle Curt is smarter than I remember.”
Cordelia let out a small chuckle, “No hard feelings Papa?”
“No hard feelings, love you kiddo.”
“Love you too.”
“She’s growing up too fast,” John shook his head, shutting the door behind him, “She asked me to keep my cheering more casual.”
“It’s okay we have a few more years with Flynn before she thinks we’re lame.” Gale peaked over his glasses to look at John.
“Flynn’s not allowed to grow up. I already told her that.” John flopped down on the bed next to Gale.
“I think we should stay at this age forever then too.”
“We’re gonna be vampires?”
“Totally.”
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