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magicalrocketships · 8 hours

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The Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences* (or lines for artists) from your most recent unposted WIP with zero context.

I was tagged by @powerful-owl and @diablointercept, thank you!

*or paragraphs, in this case. Forgive me.

They're in the same press conference. It is a battle — a desperate, furious battle — for Daniel to stay focused on the camera and not on Max, who is sharp and frustrated and borderline rude. Max snaps at an inane interviewer later on. Daniel watches the footage five times in a row, video pinched wide, him zooming in until it's Max's mouth, as big as he can get it, and wants to put his dick in it. He tries to meditate the night before Free Practice, the night before Qualifying, the night before the race. He should be doing a full body check but instead he's just remembering Max's skin, the way he tasted, the places Daniel hadn't had a chance to map before it all ended. He wants to learn him like he learns the track, but the opportunity is gone. It is done. It is over. He mentally scrolls his way through their message thread, at the soft dick pictures, the times Max said Daniel's name out loud, the pictures in bed with Zoe asleep by Max's side.

He should be horrified, but all he wants is more of it. He wants Max's attention, he wants it at the expense of Zoe, he wants it more than he wants literally anything on this fucking planet. He wants, he wants, he wants.

He opens his eyes and he's alone. He's so, so fucking alone. It hurts.

Heartbreak fucking sucks.

And I'm sharing one or two paragraphs rather than sentences because

I haven't shared anything in ages

this fic is in the HOME STRAIGHT

I'm writing the LAST CHAPTER (cough, probably) and it's 110k+

we're in the 'I don't think anyone will want to read this/it's too long/what are we doing' mental battle phase of finishing a piece of writing, so it's SHARING TIME as I wail WE WILL OVERCOME YOU at my screen.

(PS OBVIOUSLY this is heartbreak but my fic will end positively for Max and Daniel because I don't write anything that doesn't).

#waffling on about fic #dick chicken #breaking every rule for you #it's got a name now #just need to finish it #realising now i forgot to tag anyone #i'm very tired #forgive me

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jztr-77 · 1 month

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nap time with the cocoa puffs

#solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #the sun and the star #there arent many fics about these funky demons i am so sad #they are the embodiment of anything traumatizing and they like waffles #them snuggling and sleeping with their dads on the boat was something very dear to me #i want to see the others' reaction of the puffs #it would be interesting

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theminecraftbee · 3 months

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okay so. hear me out. but. au concept--

joel is one of many people affected by a Vanishing. its a phenomenon sweeping the country--people simply not showing up for work, school, life one day, as though they've vanished from the face of the earth. it's almost possible to mistake for normal missing persons cases, if it weren't for the way a few of the higher-profile Vanishings have happened to people who shouldn't have been able to vanish at all, let alone in a way that wouldn't be noticed until too late. look at joel's hometown. the people monitoring the dam were supposed to be redundant, and yet--

anyway. not like he cares or anything, except for the fact this stupid disaster or whatever has left him without anywhere to live or anyone to live with, and he still has a year of high school left, so he can't just do whatever he wants. luckily there's this school in a town called new hermiton that agreed to give him a scholarship to finish his education in the name of recovery and solidarity or whatever, and it's kind of a shwankier school than he'd normally go for, but it's free and, more importantly, they're willing to pay for his lodging, and he can't really turn that down. and it's not like he has a choice but to upend his entire life now. so packing what few of his belongings survived into a bag and getting on a train and moving across the country to a new school it is, he guesses.

(he's been having nightmares that inexplicably feature swarms of blue butterflies. last time he checked, lakes don't have butterflies in them. although maybe it's a metaphor or something, on account of the butterflies saying stupid stuff about how people who are remembered can't disappear, and even a false world cannot be erased if it's watched over, and how fate depends on him holding people in his heart. thanks for saying the same stupid shitty platitudes his social worker told him, just more cryptically, butterflies. real cool.)

new hermiton, it turns out, is a small city. while new hermiton academy is a newer school, much of the city is older. he's moved into a nice enough flat in an older apartment building. he has another cryptic butterfly dream. he thinks he remembers someone trying to urgently warn him of something, but it's all... shaky. that morning, he goes to the school for the first time. he's greeted by a fellow transfer student, skizzleman, although apparently he already knows some of the other folks in town, and transferred here so he could stay with them. but it's at least someone else in a similar enough situation to joel, especially since joel can just tell by the way people are looking at him that skizz didn't have much of a choice but to be here, either, and best friends with impulse or not, he's on his own too.

so. a friend. maybe this school won't be that bad, even if joel keeps having nightmares, and even if the weather here is weirdly cold for july, and even if his new homeroom professor keeps on looking at him really weirdly. (aren't professors supposed to be better about stupid rumors anyway? what's that mr. hills's deal?)

and then, two days later, he waves skizz off at the end of the school day, and gets skizz's friend, impulse, at his door, desperate to hear that skizz had just come to stay the night in joel's shitty lonely apartment, because otherwise it looks like--come on man. joel's already having a shit time. the universe deciding to go after his one existing friend too? he promises impulse to help investigate that night, in the vain hope that Skizz isn't one of the Vanished. joel gets a splitting migraine trying to follow their path back, though, and they have to stop for the night.

skizz is reported missing the next morning. joel resigns himself to cutting himself off from the people around him, as per usual. then, strangely, mr. hills corners him as he goes home.

"you'll need this," he says, and shoves what feels like a cheap butterfly knife into joel's hands. "uh, remember, trust your heart! you'll know how to use it."

"what," joel says. "hold on. you're supposed to be a teacher. why are you giving me this. i know for a fact my file says i have like, ptsd or whatever, which is stupid, but you definitely aren't supposed to be giving me a knife, you weirdo?"

"you'll know how to use it," joe hills says again. "goodbye! believe in yourself!"

mr. hills sprints behind a building before he has to explain anything else. joel is left standing on the sidewalk holding a knife, staring after him.

so. that's weird as hell. joel shivers in the cold and continues on his way home. the butterfly knife feels heavy in his pockets. he should probably report that guy to his social worker or something, but actually talking to his social worker feels like conceding defeat. joel can take care of himself. he can prove he can take care of himself. just watch him. step one: go out to get ramen because he forgot to buy any food for his apartment.

he sees impulse putting up signs as he eats. impulse looks miserable. joel thinks about how skizz, just in the short time he'd known him, had sort of unintentionally given away that he felt isolated after his mother Vanished. that impulse was a great friend, but impulse didn't understand what it was like. he never really SAID as much, but--

it's not fair to impulse, for that to be the last thing impulse remembered of what was apparently a friend since childhood. and joel doesn't care about any of these guys, but he can still pay his check and go out and help impulse go looking. he's no good at comforting people and doesn't know this guy, but joel had been alone too, sitting on the roof and crying, when the helicopters came.

except when they go back to the path by the school, joel's head starts to hurt again.

he looks up and there's a butterfly.

"hey, impulse, are butterflies common here?" he asks, a little desperately.

"i mean, not really, why?" impulse says.

"uh," joel says, and gestures. the two of them stare as the strange yellow butterfly circles in place.

"okay, so that is kind of weird," impulse admits.

"right?" joel says. "the only way it would be weirder is if it were blue." impulse gives him a look. joel does not explain.

it starts to fly away.

"we should follow it," impulse says, his voice getting a little dull. "yeah. we should follow it."

"what? no! no we should not follow the haunted butterfly, are you nuts?" joel says, but it's a bit too late. (maybe this is what the knife is for: stabbing impulse. it would be an effective method of stopping him!) he chases impulse down, down to the river, where yellow butterflies are swarming. impulse, as though possessed, simply steps into the swarm and falls through them to the water.

joel's, uh, freaking out more than a little bit? he'll admit he's freaking out. he dives forward to try to grab him, only to realize that he doesn't see impulse anywhere.

a single blue butterfly lands on joel's shoulder. "do you hold his heart next to yours?"

"i'm going insane," joel says.

"no heart is meant to be completely alone. do you hold his next to yours?"

"this isn't happening," joel says. "this is like a stupid manga or something. it's not happening."

"there is still time to save them; you must hold your heart strong, or the consequences will be dire. i believe in you."

the butterfly vanishes.

"fuck it," joel says. "if i drown then it's nothing people haven't expected of me anyway."

he steps through the swarm of butterflies.

that night, he drags both impulse and skizz out of the river. they're all freezing cold. shadows and strange, yellowy liquid still cling to all of their skin. also, joel stabbed himself, which like, glad to know that's what the knife was for, apparently, and the scar is warm and comforting. he can feel his--persona, and don't ask him how he knows that--shifting under his skin, under the mark on his hand. it said its name is pygmalion; it says it is a piece of joel's soul.

this is all patently insane. but skizz and impulse are alive and NOT eaten by shadow monsters, so even if they're both a little unconscious, joel takes that as a win.

they lie on the ground outside the river. someone stumbles across them. "well give me some teeth and call me an alligator. you got out on your own," breathes a fellow student clutching a dagger. joel thinks he's in the class across the hall. also--

"what are you talking about," joel wheezes.

"you found it on your own. you can find them?" the student says. his eyes are wide. something in joel's soul recognizes something in the student's. something in joel's BRAIN puts two and two together and realizes why mr. hills gave him a knife.

"no. no, go away, i don't want to be involved in this," joel says.

"well, don't you think it's too late for that?" the student says, and joel passes out. he's pretty sure the butterflies have to be laughing at him. in fact, as though to mock him further, after passing out, he doesn't even get to avoid it forever, because he wakes up in a glowing blue boat. there is a man with white-blonde hair, blue eyes, and a blue outfit leaning over him, poking him.

joel takes no responsibility for punching him. he'd do it again, too, as the long-nosed man sitting next to the unmanned steering wheel welcomes him to the velvet room.

(this, joel realizes later, all rather sets the tone for what the next year of his life is about to become.)

#hermitcraft #joel smallishbeans #smallishsona au #THAT'S RIGHT BABY ITS THE PERSONA AU I WAS WAFFLING ABOUT #because i'm playing p3re right now this is pretty p3 inspired but also expect elements of p4 (my fav) and p5 #i. do not know enough about p1 and p2 to be using all these butterflies but FUCK IT WE BALL.#a bee fic #KIND OF I GUESS I'LL PUT THIS THERE.#anyway the idea is that this au is half a crack au and half DEEPLY SINCERE #because the JOKE is that joel hates every minute of being a persona protagonist #but the OTHER bit is that joel is genuinely an extremely loyal guy who would do VERY WELL as a persona protagonist #you just have to drag him there kicking and screaming #(sort of in a very. p3-esque way)

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mamawasatesttube · 2 months

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man. you know, i clean forgot about it, but now that i'm thinkin about it again, i think one major reason i haven't written much queerplatonic konbart is that i did do that in sotm, but people like. don't read author's notes i guess. it wasn't a TON, but there were enough commenters that were like "omg, this kind of reads like youre going for the ot3" that it got grating on me like. hey. hey listen. hey. not every intimate and committed relationship needs to be romantic. do you understand me. ive said so many times i write bart as aroace, and his and kon's relationship is deeply committed and very affectionate without the romance. augh.

which i mean... i have nothing against romantic konbart like i do enjoy that too!! but my favorite flavor is aroace bart + queerplatonic relationship. and i kinda like,,,, idk. idk. my arospec ass is just preemptively tired of having to explain that over and over again if i ever start writing them more often. 😔😔😔

#rimi talks #like in the kon&clark fic i just posted #yeah the tim and kon relationship is the romo one #but its literally no more important than the konbart. like barts the one who gets to cuddle with kon. tim gets to sit by his feet #but i just... didnt emphasize it bc i remember when i DID emphasize it in sotm people got annoying abt the romo ot3 #LIKE. romo all 3 of them is fine. i think its cute! but its not what i was writing and its not what im gonna be writing 😔😔😔#oh well. i'll probably still write some qp konbart at some point. and then waffle about actually posting it #i think abt them often i just. dont WRite much abt them. and i just realized that the arospec Tiredness is probably why fhjdks #so yeah theres my revelation of the night i guess !

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cozylittleartblog · 7 months

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"woah i can't believe you've read blue sky!"

hoho. my dear followers. i have done more than read it. do you have any idea what you are dealing with.

#portal #blue sky #not art #there are two fanfic authors works i would want printed. waffles is one and i did it.#these are levels of tism you cannot even BEGIN to fathom. this book was my Personality in high school.#i mean so was portal in general but 9 years later and I've still not read a better fanfic #i've read some banger fics but blue sky remains its own level #this thing is like two inches thick. it has art in it. its beautiful. i could kill someone with it though. phonebook #alarmingly some people don't even know i like portal which is really funny #because my youtube has a bunch of crappy portal fan animations and my sona's orange hoodie is an Aperture hoodie #but i never draw myself from behind. so. actually can't blame you dhjbfjhdsfghj #my most popular video has over a million views because i edited glados into a cafeteria as a school project #i was Not Normal about portal or blue sky. not even remotely #i LOVE portal its my FAVORITE videogame #IF YOU'VE BEEN FOLLOWING ME SINCE MY CRAPPY PORTAL FANART DAYS YOU ARE A REAL ONE !!!!!!!!!!!!

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b00knerd1o1 · 7 months

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All you need to know is shit goes down there (Fanfiction)

The Burns explain the existence of Waffle House to the Bots.

Chief Burns tries to school the quizzical look on his face as he reads the text from his brother again.

Woodrow: I've finally discovered it, the most dangerous place on the planet.

Charlie: Should I be worried?

He settles on responding after a couple of Seconds. He shuts the phone off and places it on the table. Chief Burns tunes back into the world around him and tries to catch up on the multiple conversations taking place between his children and the rescue bots as they set up for their family camping trip. His phone buzzes before he can gain enough context to understand anything being said, drawing his attention back to it. He clicks it on and is surprised by what he finds.

Woodrow Willson Attachment: 1 Image

It usually takes Woodrow a good while to respond to text since he tends to hang around areas with little to no reception. Once, a Merry Christmas text from Woodrow hadn’t gotten through until a day before New Year's Eve. Charlie fully opens the phone to see if the photo holds any clues to his brother's quick response or his previous message. Charlie stares at the picture for a second before letting out a quiet chuckle.

“What’s funny?” Kade asks, looking up from the tent he was helping Cody set up.

“Read the last text,” Charlie tells his eldest son as he hands him his phone. Cody cranes his neck to see the screen over his brother's shoulder when he, too, lets out a chortle.

“He’s not wrong. One of the dudes in my class at fire training’s from down south and almost got shot at one.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Dani asks, looking up from the wood pile she had been turning into a fire.

“I, too, would like more context pertaining to that situation,” Chase says. By this point, everyone has dropped what they are doing and is looking at Kade intently.

“Unkle Woodrow texted Dad saying he found the most dangerous place on earth and then sent him a picture of him standing in front of a Waffle House.”

“What does a Waffle House have to do with your friend almost getting shot?” Heatwave asks.

“First of all, he wasn’t my friend; we were rivals. Second, it's a Waffle House!” Kade says.

“You can’t just say its name again and expect me to understand what you mean,” Heatwave responds.

“He almost got shot there because it’s a Waffle House. What else do you want me to say?”

“Gun violence can take place in any setting. What makes the fact that happened in a House of Waffles significant?” Chase says. “Is that a regular occurrence at these places? If so, I think the best course of action would be to remove the Waffle make in the kitchen at the fire station.”

“Waffle House is a chain Restaurant down south,” Graham says. It is known primarily because lots of fights break out there.”

“Why?” Bolder asks.

“It’s open all hours of the day, every day of the year, has low prices, and is often situated in low-income areas where crime tends to be…”

“No one cares about the technical reasons. All you need to know is shit goes down there,” Kade says, interrupting Graham.

“Kade Language,” Charlie says, gesturing to Cody.

“Sorry,” Kade mumbles.

“I’d still like to hear the story of how your friend almost got shot,” Heatwave says, smirking at Kade’s reaction to the word friend.

“He was at a Waffle House.” Kade begins.

“Obviously,” Dani mumbles under her breath.

“I think he said it was in Mississippi, but I could be wrong. There are like two thousand Waffle houses, and it could have happened at any of them.” Kade continues ignoring his sister. “ He saw a rapper he liked and went up to talk to him, and the dude pulled a gun on him. Must have thought he was getting jumped or something. They figured it out in the end, and no one else realized what happened, but it’s still a funny story.”

“If Waffle Houses are known to incite violence, why are they allowed to spread?” Boulder asks.

“I have to Agree. If one ever tries to open on Griffin Rock, we must find a way to halt the process.” Chase says.

“Waffle House isn’t really a Maine restaurant, so I don’t think We’ll need to worry about that,” Graham says. “And anyway, Waffle House doesn’t incite violence. It just tends to be the setting where it takes place, for the reasons I tried to explain earlier before I was inte…”

“They also need them for the Waffle House Index.” Kade buts in.

“The what?” Cody asks, confused.

“It’s a way to tell how heavily a hurricane impacted an area based on the hours the local Waffle house is open,” Dani replies.

“This restaurant can predict storms?” Blades asks hopefully, “Maybe we should get one.”

“It doesn't predict the storms. It just reacts to them.” Chief Burns says.

“Then what makes it different from any other restaurant in that regard?” Boulder asks.

“The director of FEMA created the Waffle House Index. The corporation behind Waffle House works really hard to keep their franchises open even after natural disasters, so sometimes it’s the only restaurant open after a minor hurricane.” Graham says.

“How can a Hurican be minor? It’s a Hurricane!” Blades says, horrified.

“They get one almost every year down south, so the people there have kind of just gotten used to it.” Chief Burns says.

“Lots of southerners joke that they don’t evacuate for a hurricane unless the Waffle House closes,” Kade says.

“What do they do if they don’t evacuate?” Blades asks, horrified.

“Mostly just stay in their house until it passes,” Graham says.

“Unless they're from Florida.” Dani Jokes. “They take their shotguns and shoot the hurricane.”

“That’s Florida-Man for you,” Kade responds. The burns all laugh, but the bots seem confused.

“What’s so special about men from the State of Florida?” Chase asks.

“Ok, so…”

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ataraxetta · 3 months

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Fic progress: jaydick at 61k! It needs prob 30k removed in editing but that is still 31 thousand words after 6-7 YEARS OF NOTHING! I am proud of me. I may even allow someone other than myself to read someday! It's so rough. Allowing myself to write badly in order to shake off the cobwebs has been so difficult and also something I would never have been able to do in my 20s. Growing up is real, y'all. Who knew?

#ayla waffles about her own fic #jaydick #dickjay #I want to be able to write again it means so much to me

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woklaza · 1 month

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can someone send me some asks I want attention and praise (and insults, tell me to kms)

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s1llycilantro · 4 months

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I feel like I missed the part when we decided why Grian was the trauma boy (tm) of the server. I'm not saying he doesn't seem fairly fucked up I mean. Look at him *gestures to lopsided eyes*

Anyways I just mean I feel like I'm in the trenches looking for a fic centered around like. I'm not gonna lie this is about Mumbo. I really want Mumbo centric fics but in a lot of the ones I've seen he really only exists to support or help Grian and it's driving me NUTS.

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newvegascowboy · 10 days

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Hitting myself with a brick like STOP! ADDING! SCENES!

#not fallout #kal talks #the whole point of this fic is that its about arthur being forced to consider what he does after Not Dying #and like. forced to confront his past his choices and his future (which he didnt think hed have)#and he keeps waffling between 'yay! i have agency!'#and 'OH GOD I HAVE AGENCY'#and i just thought of another scene

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jichanxo · 9 days

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sunday six :D

taking the initiative for a change.... so i'm going to boop @four-white-trees @passthroughtime @skysquid22 @overdevelopedglasses

chipping away at sensei fic this week! here's kitakata and yagami making out lol excuse my bluntness... don't feel obligated to read if you're not into that o7

Yagami reached for Kitakata’s arm, found his hand, and guided it to his hip. Yagami pulled away from the kiss.

“Touch me, would you?”

Kitakata’s breath was warm on his lips. “Where would you like it?”

“Figure it out yourself.” He said and kissed him again. Kitakata didn’t seem to complain. His fingers slipped under the hem of Yagami’s shirt, meeting skin. He touched along the base of his spine, and Yagami couldn’t suppress the slight shiver that went through him. He could only imagine how gratifying this was for Kitakata. Hell, just seeing Yagami checking him out probably made his whole week, now this. He’d never be able to stop him from flirting now.

Yagami leaned into Kitakata’s hold, into his mouth, against that eager tongue. He was about to make Kitakata’s whole damn year.

#jichanmakes #sunday six #good evening kuwagami nation #excuse my eagerness i've been sitting on this snippet for days #funnily enough an accidental pair with the last sunday six i posted #feels like i'm starting to make a bit more progress thank goodness #i've been needing to go over this scene for a long time and i finally did!#unlike my last sunday six this one is basically all new writing #the “make his week/year” thing was from the previous version of this scene and that's about it #for reference they first kiss at.... page 16 of my doc #and this is after the second kiss (unless i make drastic changes) and it's on.... page 44. lol #i know that doesn't say a whole lot since font size but yknow. just for reference as to how i'm going #not used to working on anything that's not a short oneshot so it's been an experience for sure #excuse my waffling i just can't stop yapping about sensei fic #four-white-trees can you just pretend you didn't get sent this whole scene yesterday? great wonderful thank you

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swiftfootedachilles · 4 months

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heeyyy achilles how are you???! do you have any headcanons in mind?? i miss your big brain

🥺🥺🥺🥺 omg

i still havent answered a bunch of asks from the trope mashup ive been working on christmas gifts and i keep FUCKING messing up and having to redo stuff 😭

i think ive mentioned this before but i genuinely dont remember where, but i stand by this headcanon so hard

unlike the writers, i remember that ian isnt supposed to drink on his meds!! i believe deep in my soul that ian buys himself a drink then babybirds it to mickey. its so disgusting. its so them. i imagine them in the alibi after a long day, immediately annoyed by how many cops are hanging around, and laugh while ordering carl around. they get shots, and carl doesnt argue but gives ian this uneasy/confused look. bro doesnt drinking on your meds fuck you up hardcore??? dont worry officer ian would never drink on his meds :) they knock back the shots, and after mickey swallows his, ian spits his mouthful of whiskey into mick's waiting open mouth. SHOCK AND HORROR FROM THE CROWD OF COPS. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE DERANGED HOMOSEXUALS. carl immediately stops serving them shots, but it's all for nought because next time they visit they just do it with beer instead. that's it carl cant fucking take it anymore he's banning them for life!!! but oh ! carl you cant do that theyre youre token gay couple and it would be homophobic to ban them especially when straight people are always banging in the bathroom! but he can't STAND IT so he turns it into an entire gallagher family ordeal. "please im being you all PLEASE tell ian and mickey to stop being disgusting in my bar." they eventually agree, under the terms that carl will have a cop-free night at least once every few weeks. "tell them it's closed for family shit, i don't give a fuck just get them OUT of my BAR" "it's not YOUR BAR it's MY BAR i literally BOUGHT IT" "okay well ive been going here since before you were born so i own it just as much as you" "fuck off mickey"

i am just so obsessed with them being purposefully gross and irritating. it's their love language

#ive been mostly thinking about trans mickey lately hes soooo my little eggo chocolate chip waffle #and reading cis fics but pretending mickey is trans in them 🫶#asks #anonymous #gallavich #shameless #gallavich headcanons #unsanitary .

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mell0bee · 6 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Owl House (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hunter | The Golden Guard & Waffles | Blue Jay Palisman (The Owl House), Flapjack | Cardinal Palisman & Hunter | The Golden Guard (The Owl House), Hunter | The Golden Guard & Luz Noceda Characters: Hunter | The Golden Guard (The Owl House), Waffles | Blue Jay Palisman (The Owl House), Luz Noceda Additional Tags: Mentioned Flapjack | Cardinal Palisman (The Owl House), Fluff and Angst, Fate & Destiny, Canonical Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Good Friend Luz Noceda, Birds, Cooking, During Timeskip in Episode: s03e03 Watching and Dreaming (The Owl House), aka: hunter goes insane over his own bird symbolism: the fic, also he makes pancakes. thought that was important to mention, also waffles is Baby and a himbo (gender neutral)

Summary:

Hunter found, time and time again, that despite his best efforts, his life was frustratingly cyclical. (He wasn’t stupid. He’d seen his uncle’s memories. The Clawthornes all had bird Palismen, and Flapjack told Hunter to call himself Caleb. It wasn’t hard to piece together the person he’s supposed to be).

And, well– the only difference between him and the other Golden Guards is that he’s alive. (He can’t rationalize it any other way. He got lucky. Right place, right time. What did Hunter do to deserve to live? What did the others do to deserve to die?)

So of course the egg he'd carved had hatched into a bird.

#WAHOO BIRD FIC FINISHED #this is my other wip that i dont think ive talked about on here #the other one is Slowly coming along i just decided to randomloy finish this one today #bee post #bee writes #the owl house #toh fic #toh hunter #toh waffles #toh flapjack #hunter noceda #hunter deamonne #waffles toh #flapjack toh #luz noceda #pittwins #< kinda

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chocolix76 · 2 months

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You! Do you like the daycare attendants? Do you like fan fiction? Well boy do I have the fic for you!

Love, Death and Rollerskates!

It's almost 3 am, I've been reading this all night and I regret NOTHING. Its so well written please please please give it a read. Sunhinged my beloved... Ough... Moon...

#this is the only thing I'll be thinking about for the time being #Everything about this fic is simply perfect #I wish I could put it into words because I'm not doing this fic justice #It has me on my knees sobbing ugly style in a waffle house parking lot #I'm sooooooooooo normal #Dont mind me scratching at my desk and biting my phone #im normal #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #daycare attendant #fanfiction recommendation #love death and rollerskates

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nyoomfruits · 2 months

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a possible maxoscar fic??? 👀👀👀im seated!!

aaah i’m always flirting with max/oscar but the problem is that they give me quiet slow burn vibes and i mostly write loud romcoms. BUT maybe one day. i really hope one day

#like i just really think they’d work for the kind of fic where max gets some kind of injury that takes him out of the running for a bit #and lando comes over to hang out cheer him up whatever #brings his emotional support teammate #keeps brining his emotional support teammate because oscar’s the only one who knows how to cook #and max will have to start eating nutritious meals again at some point #eventually oscar starts coming over individually #which max kind of really likes? oscar is quiet and watches races with him without sending him pitying looks and he’s SMART #lets max waffle on about tyre strategies and ask questions in a way that insinuate he is Actually Listening #and then one time oscar falls asleep on the couch and max tucks him in under this gaudy australian flag patterned plaid daniel got him #and oscar’s snuffles in his sleep before snuggling into the blanket and max thinks fuck #fuck i think i might be in love with him #ANYWAY #max/oscar

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legolasghosty · 29 days

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Kissing the homies goodnight for Willie (/Willex) because I feel like Willie would.

Ack I'm so sorry this took so long but here you gooo!

Willie ducked into the kitchen to grab the water pitcher and some glasses, praying he wasn't forgetting anything important. They knew it was just their friends crashed across various surfaces in the living room, but it was still nerve-wracking. Willie hadn't been to a sleepover in like... five years, let alone hosted one. They got why the foster care system had to check over people before they could stay overnight, but with the number of times Willie had moved around since entering the system, it just... had never happened.

Caleb had been hesitant at first when Willie asked if they could all stay over, wanting to ensure Willie was settled himself first. And also wanting to meet all of these kids before he let them have free reign of his home.

But it was finally happening. All of Willie's best friends (and his boyfriend, but they hadn't really managed to wrap their head around that one yet) were lounging in his living room at 2 in the morning, some closer to dozing off than others.

Willie wasn't sure which was stronger: the excitement or the terror of messing this up.

He was pretty sure he hit all the main bits on all the 'how to throw a slumber party' lists he'd found online: pizza, way too many types of ice cream toppings (they're not entirely sure how many of those canned cherries Luke ended up fitting in his mouth), random games (he'd never heard of turning pictionary into a drinking game with shots of soda, but apparently that was a thing his friends did), and a movie with lots of popcorn and cozy blankets.

So they're pretty sure they've done alright thus far.

Still, it'd been a long time since Willie did this.

He re-entered the living room just as Alex managed to grab the TV remote and turn off the rolling credits of Legally Blonde. Flynn looked to already be asleep, lying across one of the air mattresses with her feet up on Julie's stomach. Julie had propped herself up a bit on her elbows and was debating...something with Reggie. Both of them looked closer to dozing off than winning though. Luke and Carrie were both sitting upright on one of the couches, madly swiping on their phones and hissing at each other.

"Do I even want to know?" Willie asked Alex quietly, setting the water and cups down on the coffee table and rejoining him on the loveseat.

Alex groaned. "I made the mistake of telling them there's a PvP mode on this tower defense game they both play."

Willie tried to hold back his giggle. He failed.

Alex attempted to glare at them, but mostly just looked sleepily confused. "I'm serious, we're gonna have to take their phones away now if we want them to sleep," he sighed.

Willie winced. "Any chance the game will kick them off after a few rounds?"

Alex shook his head, then leaned over to rest his head on Willie's shoulder. "And they're both too stubborn to give in, I already tried it."

Willie rested their cheek against his hair, letting their lungs adjust to expanding and contracting in time with the light huffs of Alex's breath against their collarbone. "Is it online?" he asked.

"Yeah, why?" Alex responded, blinking up at him sleepily in the dim light of the lamp.

Willie smirked and pulled out his phone. Okay, so Caleb hadn't technically given him the password for the router, but like... it hadn't been hard. He opened the app on his phone that connected to the electronic and started typing.

Twin cries of annoyance erupted from the pair on the other couch a moment later, informing Willie of his success.

"It just kicked me off!" Luke complained.

"Same here," Carrie griped. "Willie I think your wifi died."

Willie looked up, attempting to look innocent. "Oh yeah, I think you're right," they agreed. "Ugh, this happens sometimes, it will probably come back in an hour or two, but we just gotta wait it out."

Both Luke and Carrie groaned, but seemed to buy it and tossed their phones aside. Carrie peeled off her sweater and tossed it down next to Flynn's head, before pulling a blanket up and over herself and stretching out along the couch. Luke slid down onto the air mattress beside Reggie, koala cuddling against his back. Reggie laughed and shifted over so Luke could share his pillow, still discussing... Okay Willie was pretty sure they were trying to figure out who in their friend group would be whom in Legally Blonde. Fair enough.

Willie felt Alex's tiny sigh of relief against his neck and shivered. It felt nice, being close like this and knowing it made Alex just as fluttery as it did them.

Alex brought his fingers up to his chin, then let his hand move forward, palm up. Thank you.

Willie tucked his phone away. "Don't mention it," he whispered, daring to brush his lips against Alex's forehead.

Alex's cheeks turned pink, but Julie interrupted before Willie could tease him about it.

"Hey, no PDA unless you're willing to share with the class," she mumbled, eyes heavy.

"You're one to talk," Alex pointed out, glancing pointedly between her and Flynn's feet still resting on her abdomen.

"Oh you wanna wake her up?" Julie snarked back, the words slurring together a bit.

"I don't think any of us have that death wish," Willie chuckled. They tapped Alex lightly on the shoulder in warning, then stood up. "And I don't mind sharing." Before Julie could respond, he ducked down and pecked her on the forehead. "Sweet dreams, Juju," they added, throwing a spare blanket over her and heading back toward Alex.

"Hey, we're part of the class too," Reggie called out. When Willie turned, he was sticking his bottom lip out, the puppy eyes mostly hidden by his drooping eyelids.

Willie glanced back at Alex, a little startled, but Alex just shrugged and gave him a sleepy smile. So Willie picked his way around to Reggie and gave him a goodnight kiss too. And then Luke perked up a bit and wanted one. And Carrie said she should get one on Flynn's behalf, since her girlfriend was asleep.

"I guess I should have warned you how clingy we all get this late," Alex murmured when Willie finally made it back to his side. "I kinda forgot you haven't been able to be around this before. Just feels really natural."

"All good," Willie promised around a yawn. "Just tryin'a be a good host."

Alex leaned over and hit the button on the side of the love seat to make it lean back, the extending footrest turning it into more of a bed. "It's perfect," he stated, pulling Willie in to lay beside him.

Willie let out a happy sigh and cuddled in closer. Alex's cool arms soothed the nervous energy that was always humming along their skin. He felt Alex's lips brush against his hairline.

"G'night Lex," they mumbled, eyes slipping shut.

"Good night, Willie."

#legolas tag #julie and the phantoms #legolas ask #jatp #jatp fanfic #willex #alex mercer #willie jatp #Julie molina #reggie peters #luke patterson #carrie wilson #flynn taylor #mentioned good dad caleb #I am so so sorry for how long this took!#I kept only seeing it when I didn't have time to write!#As an apology have some hcs from this whole thing #Willie moved through half a dozen or so foster homes before ending up with Caleb a few months before this fic #Caleb is very much himself but also was a foster kid himself as a teenager so wanted to pass along that support to other kids #also Caleb makes them all really good waffles in the morning for breakfast #Alex is lowkey scared of him #But CPS has managed to keep Willie in the same high school for the last 2 years even with different homes #so that's where he met Alex and everyone #there was a bit of discussion about the Molinas fostering Willie #but they didn't have another spare bedroom that wasn't full of stuff when Reggie moved in there.#and there's all the legal requirements and stuff #but he ended up with Caleb so it's chill!#also who is dating in this fic? who knows!#not the author that's for sure!#Willie and Alex definitely are

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