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Silly Bat’ - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Just a short silly fic BECAUSE WHY NOT RIGHT ?! I like to imagine that when Bruce doesn’t have the stress of taking care of Wayne Inc or of his nightly activities on his back, he’s just a very funny and kinda weird man…So I wrote something about it, hope you’ll like it

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There were times, when it was just you and Bruce, where you genuinely wondered if your husband wasn’t completely crazy. 

Not in a bad way. Not in a “Joker” or “Harley Quinn” way. Nooooo. In a “that man is completely silly, and I’m really starting to question his sanity…is he on drugs ? Drunk ? I don’t know, but it’s funny” way. Yes. Exactly in that way. 

Often, when it was just the two of you, behind closed door, he would…loosen up. And not just a bit. He would loosen up completely and go on full “goofball mode”. 

You couldn’t count the number of times he started a pillow fight, a war with water guns (though since Alfred yelled at you two as if you were children making a mess, you switched from water guns to nerf guns), a tickle fight or a stupid and ridiculous fashion show etc etc. 

You still remembered how your abs hurt after the fit of laughter you had when he came out of the bathroom wearing an awful bright green tuxedo vest a random fashion house send him, without an undershirt, flexing all of the muscle of his chest and all, some sweatpants on of which he tucked the lower part in cowboy boots Clark gave him, and a lampshade as a hat…Where was he even finding those ideas ?

Yes. When it was just you and him, he was a different person. That no one else but you, not even his children, not even Alfred, or any of his close friends would ever see. A Bruce completely carefree, and also slightly insane…but hilarious. 

Every time you ended up having the Manor to yourself (which was very rarely, with five children and a butler who almost never took days off), it would even be better, your playground being bigger. 

One of your favorite “Silly Bat” time was when you played hide and seek (yes, grown ass adults could totally play hide and seek) and you went to hide in a tree in the garden…And got found by Clark. 

The embarrassment on Bruce’s face when he was trying to explain what you two were doing was priceless…In the end, he said that you were playing a “sexual version of hide and seek”, because it was easier to explain than to tell his friend that he was actually playing the actual game, like a damn child, with his beautiful wife…

Clark was impressed. After all, he found you in a tree, so he wondered how you two were going to make lo…Your laughter stopped his trail of thoughts. Your superfriend misinterpreted your laugh, thinking you were mocking him because he was blushing, and that was good (for Bruce). It settled the end of the story. 

Soon enough, Superman was laughing too, and it took everything in Bruce to not even crack a smile, to keep his stoic stance, and slightly bored facial expression, so that he wouldn’t get discovered. Ooh you loved that man. 

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Post Season One Questions

This is a list of questions I’ve noted that I still have concerning information from season 1. As the show progresses, I’ll keep an eye on this, noting when things are answered as well as adding anything that may pop up.

What’s the deal with this thing? I remember someone telling me that someone from the crewniverse confirmed that the “ink” used to draw this was made of crushed gems, which is just gruesome. Does this count as a corrupted gem? It was very much alive, as we saw, but it was as if the “spirit” of the gem was embedded in this picture. Also where can I find this poster.

The crystal heart is very similar to the power core we saw both in the Kindergarten and Peridot’s hand ship. Does this power the entire temple? What runs through it? Is the temple alive? Why does this heart beat like an actual heart? 

I wonder if gem shards will ever make another appearance. Thinking back to what Pearl said about the “living armor and infantries,” I wonder if the suits of armor we saw in Rose’s training room may have been used for gem shards? In general, I always wonder how much sentience is left within gem shards and the like. 

Just…everything about this. That’s Rose. She’s fighting someone. For the rest of it, I’ve no idea. And we’ve only seen half of it. Now that the temple is destroyed, though, I don’t know that we’ll ever see mention of this again.

Where did he come from, where does he go? Where did he come from, pink cotton candy … eyed … Joe? What is Lion’s relation to Rose? Why did she keep him a secret from everyone? How does he have all these powers? He’s not a typical lion, but he has no gem. Is even related to gems? Where did she get a fucking pink lion? 

This is the only other gem we’ve seen implanted in an object like Lapis. So is this gem not corrupt? Is it waiting to be released in the same way Lapis was?  

Everything about this bird intrigues me. Why does its insides consist majorly of bubbled gems? Why, when shot, does it turn into hundreds of gem shards?  


I just want to see these two again. What’s their story? Why were they so important? If they’re corrupted gems, why were they not poofed and bubbled like normal? 

I just wonder whether Steven’s aging will be revisited. I’d like to see if he’s going to age normally, or if his age will stagnate or go into over drive. In the same vein, I’m curious to know if Steven will live a normal length of a life, and also if he’s near immortal like the gems. And on a darker note, can he poof and regenerate? 

Rose and her killer plants. The hell is up with that? I’d love to get a flashback and see these in action, or at least hear about her using them doing the war or something. 

Swords and weapons, armor of the fallen, heretic’s anguish, giant penny, training bot - Rose had a lot of things hidden away. I wonder if Steven will now begin using the training cave as his own or not. 

Is some form of Rose still in the room? At this point, Steven had never heard Rose’s voice. So, assuming the room drew off Steven’s memories to create everything, how was it able to replicate Rose’s voice? Because the room is powered by Steven’s gem, and Rose still lies dormant within it?

I just need this story, thanks.

Corruption. What is it, and how does it affect these base models. Is there any hope for cure? Give me Centipeetle! 

What’s this thing? How is there a “synthetic storm” contained in this geode? Why is there a synthetic storm trapped in it? What’s the purpose of it? When is that duct tape gonna give way?

“They’re here to hollow out the earth! It’s part of the Great Diamond Authority! They’ll take on any form!” Ronaldo was probably right about the Great Diamond Authority, so is there any merit to his “sneeple” theories, or is this a red herring?

Will we ever see these guys again? Will this power ever be of any use? 

WHO IS THIS? Why is she here? Why does Rose have a gem bubbled and hidden away from everyone else? This is why I have trust issues.

We’ve seen the flag, tape, sword, shirt, and picture. What’s in the chest?! Where’s the key?! STEVEN, GET ON IT!

This gem looks a hell of a lot like a giant diamond. It seemed incredibly powerful, too, to be able to control the entire lighthouse. Then again, the one powering the temple in Serious Steven looked fairly diamond-esque too. 

Will the shooting star ever be used? Where are they storing this thing? 

Did Steven have some sort of effect on the tv? It did go out as soon as things got heated and he felt uncontrollably uncomfortable. 

I just need their backstory. Give me the Rose and Pearl! 

More backstory! I want to see the gems finding Amethyst in the Kindergarten. I want to see Rose and Pearl meeting. I want to see how Garnet came on board. I want to see even further back - I want the start of the rebellion, I want Pearl and Garnet (or Ruby and Sapphire?) on Homeworld; Rose, too. I want it all!


The fuck is the cluster? Is that another word for kindergarten or something else? What’s the purpose of the cluster? What’s the point of restarting the kindergarten? What’s the point of anything at all?


So today I found myself in the doodle mood, but I didn’t really want to do anything on the askblogs and couldn’t think of anything I wanted to doodle… so I turned to the lot of you to see what you could come up with, asking for something super silly for me to draw.
…I knew you guys wouldn’t let me down.

Brace yourselves, here comes a gigantic heap of ridiculousness.

meet…the hatmaster. Master of the hats.

im snasnsa, snannn the skleltno 

They look like they’re kinda standing on it and holding on like they’re riding some sort of weird flying board. This…was not skillfully made.

but wait it gets better



He has activated his tsundere mode

good job Sans

This captures my perpetual inner emotional state

You guys are the best follower base I could ever ask for.✨

just for tonight [ jeremy heere x reader ]

Summary : Jeremy Heere is a socially ostracized teen boy at a Halloween party. After a meeting with his high school bully, Rich, he decides to get a supercomputer implanted in his brain to make him cooler. His friend, (Y/N), who is completely opposed to the idea lets their feelings spill when they take Jeremy onto the dance floor. An emotionally-charged kiss that never should have happened may end up being the best thing that happened to either of them.

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WTF is an Animorph?

Book 1: The Invasion

If this little experiment had a subtitle, it would probably be “never joke about offering to read something that was a touchstone for someone else’s childhood, because sometimes next thing you know you have a gigantic box of 50-odd books in your living room, and a bunch of people on Twitter egging you on to make terrible life choices.”

Which is to say: a few weeks ago I mentioned offhandedly that I do not hold with generational stereotyping nonsense, I love and cherish my millennial friends (who are only very slightly younger than I am, mostly, I’m more or less The Last GenXer born before the generational cutoff), but the one thing that puzzles me about them is how they all have these Deep and Important Feelings about the Animorphs.  Whereas my feelings on the topic are, to date, simply this: WTF IS AN ANIMORPH?

Here is what I know about Animorphs:

  • They are kids (teens?) who can change into animals.  
  • I have a vague sense that they have to have some form of contact with the animal, like, they can’t just morph into any random animal they see a picture of in National Geographic, but I might be wrong about that.
  • The books are about war, or something of the sort?  Something Important and Serious disguised as a children’s book about shapeshifters
  • There are a lot of them
  • They are VERY IMPORTANT to a lot of people I am very fond of.
  • Every time one of these people tries to describe the plot of an Animorphs book to me, it just sounds like they’re fucking with me, and I’m still not sure they’re not.

But now I have a box of Animorphs books, fetched by a friend from her parents’ basement and hand-delivered to me.  And I’ve promised to read and liveblog at least three.  (I’ve made no promises about the rest of this giant box of books. We’ll see how I feel after these three.)

So, here we go.  Let’s launch into book one: The Invasion.  Chapter One recap underneath the cut.

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Saving people. Hunting things. You know - The code.

A/N: I may continue this, I may not. The setting is the grassy area between two apartment buildings, or possibly the lacrosse field, if I do continue it, I will decide then. Either way, this is going to just be a kinda silly, all around fun crossover of my two favorite shows.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

@sourwolf-trash said: “Ok so here’s a prompt.. A Supernatural/Teen Wolf Crossover called “Saving people. Hunting things. You know - The code.” (because you said you wouldn’t write it till you finished the prompts I decided to try move it up the list my making it a prompt :P )”


There was a rumbling in the distance, and you rolled your eyes. “Great,” you mumbled quietly, still every supernatural ear heard you, causing your friends to look your way. Chancing a glance at each face, you shrugged, holding your shoulders up by your ears. “Don’t look at me! I didn’t invite them!” Deadpans were all you got in return. “Honestly! Why would I invite them back?! It took everything I had to get them out of town last time!”

The rumbling had turned into a roar, and you swore the ground shook as you saw the black Impala pull up. Your cousin Dean was driving, of course, gunning the engine unnecessarily with a smirk as he saw your supernatural friends wince at the sound, Sam in the passenger seat met your glare with an apologetic smile.

Killing the engine, and hopping out, Dean was still wearing the smirk as he swaggered up to stand in front of you, Sam simply shutting his door and leaning his elbows on the top of the car, observing.

“Hiya, Y/N!” Dean’s grin was a bit on the maniacal side, but you plastered on your own sweet grin in return.

“Hey, Dean. Sam,” you nodded toward him. “To what do I owe the honor?”

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My archnemesis Mrs. Pigeon (aka @thefriendlypigeon) is doing a series of giant!Cas pictures lately. Given her art is so disgustingly “awe”-ful, that it makes me want to vomit because I’m so in awe whenever I look at it, I think it’s time for a little revenge.

So I’ve done some thinking and come up with a plan: I’ve done one of my own giant!Cas pics, so she shall shriek of disgust upon looking at this. Muhahahaha.

Also there’s a penguin and penguins are always cute.  

Your move pigeon! Who’s vomiting now, eh?

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S: Wow, that’s a room.  Let me stop and take a look at this.  I feel like I’m looking at a Where’s Waldo or something.  

L: What do you notice?

S: Telephone pole complete with wires, bank safe, stack of what I chose to believe are pirate dubloons (now we know how they’re gonna buy Steven’s new phone), refrigerator, giant amp I think?, dresser, basket of dirty clothes, a couple balls, a watermelon, a bust, a mask of some sort, a number of potted plants that are probably either plastic or sustained by the magical essences of the temple, and a dog house.  Did Greg just move his stuff down here after pulling it out of the storage shed??

The smoke clears and in whispering waves
Of self mutilation I see the dark sky fall to pieces
The world is sometimes too heavy to breath
And the dead surround me like an ocean

I can’t recognize the reflection
Looking back through the mirror
As if some sort of silent stranger
With mean eyes and deadly stare

He sees everything and why?
Then with one last glimmer defiant
I’m transformed into a monster a giant
With no heart, no limbs, no desire

This is not a suicide letter
I just want to get a real close look at death
Touch his matted hair as I pass him by

Aloha!!! (Supernatural Cast x Reader)

Summary: Fun times at a Hawaiian convention… 

 Enjoy! :)

Y/N was currently on stage with Misha, Sebastian, Jensen and Jared. They were all currently in Honolulu, Hawaii for a small Supernatural convention.

“…Anyway, I was like, ‘No, Jared. I will not let you put fish in Misha’s car… Again.’” Y/N spoke into the microphone. That made the audience laugh.

Misha swung an arm around Y/N’s shoulders and spoke into his microphone. “She’s always looking out for me. She may have let Jared put fish in my car the first time, but oh no, a second time is just too much.”

That made everyone laugh again, including Jared himself and everyone else on stage.

Jared lifted his microphone up to speak. “I wouldn’t be complaining too much, Misha. Just last week, whenever we were doing a night shoot and we all had to sleep in our trailers, Y/N and Jensen waited till like 3:30 in the morning to sneak over to my trailer and start banging on my windows to wake me up. I was in a deep sleep, too.”

Sebastian leaned over past Y/N to look at Jared. “Wait. That’s what that was? I thought that was just some sort of accident with things falling over in the props department.”

Y/N and Jensen laughed and spoke into their microphones. “Nope.”

“Partners in crime.” Jensen commented as he Y/N high-fived.

The audience laughed again.

A little bit later…

“Now…” Y/N started as everyone had their attentions turned to the giant screen. “As you all know, since most of you probably live here, or are from places near here, the beaches in Hawaii are beautiful. My personal favorite would have to be in Waikiki. It just so happens, that yesterday, we all had a day off. Now, what would be the first thing you would think to do if you were near a beach and you had the day off?… I think we all know the answer. If you all look at the screen, me and my compadres would like to share with you some memories of our times at the beach yesterday.”

Pictures started popping up on screen. The first one was of Jensen drawing a smiley face out of sunscreen on Jared’s stomach when he had fallen asleep. The next two or three photos were of Sebastian and Misha attempting to surf.

“I take credit for those pictures.” Y/N stated. “I was sunbathing, and I looked out into the ocean and saw them trying to surf. First thing that popped into my head, was ‘This is just to good to resist.’”

That made everyone laugh. The next one was of Y/N going against Jensen in a chicken fight. Y/N was on Jared’s shoulders while Jensen was on Sebastian’s shoulders.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Misha started to say. “Let me tell you, that this was not an easy picture to take. The current is very strong, so you can imagine how difficult it was to keep your feet in place.”

“You’re telling me.” Jensen commented. “I’m having to go up against Y/N, who had an unfair advantage might I add, getting to be on Jared’s shoulders.”

“Nah… ” Y/N said. “Although, now that I think about it, I could’ve just gotten on Misha’s shoulders and Jared could’ve taken the picture.”

“Or…” Sebastian started to say. “We all could’ve just not played chicken fight in the Pacific Ocean in the first place.”

The whole cast just stayed silent for a moment before all speaking at once. “Nah…”

The whole audience laughed before they all went silent as they saw the next picture pop up on the screen. All at once everyone started laughing again, including all the guys on stage.

Y/N looked up at the screen before groaning and putting her face in her hands. She kept her face down as she spoke into the microphone. “This picture is proof that you should not fall asleep while sunbathing with these four around. You might just wake up buried in sand.”

That’s right, the picture was of Y/N buried in the sand. The only part of her that was visible was from the neck up. Misha, Jensen, Jared and Sebastian were sitting around her. You could see Y/N’s face expression was that of being absolutely not amused.

“Aww, but you still love us.” Misha stated with his blue puppy dog eyes.

“Oh, please don’t do that.” Y/N whined. “You know I can’t stay mad when you do that with those gorgeous blue eyes of yours.”

“I rest my case.” Misha said smugly.

The audience laughed again as the panel continued.

A bit later…

“How low can you go, Jared?!” Y/N exclaimed into her microphone as she and Jensen watched Misha and Sebastian hold up a limbo rod for Jared to go under. It was only logical that they play limbo. They were in Hawaii. The whole panel, and even convention had a very Hawaiian atmosphere to it. All the guys had on Hawaiian shirts, and Y/N had on a red dress with white Hawaiian flowers on it.

“He’s got it… He’s got it…” Jensen said anxiously into his microphone. “And he’s…got t!”

Jared popped back up into standing completely upright. He’s grabbed his microphone. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how it’s done.”

Y/N just rolled her eyes playfully as the panel continued some more.

After a while it was time for the panel to end.

“Thank you, everyone! We’ve had so much fun here, today.” Sebastian said into the microphone.

“Yes, be sure to come back tomorrow for a few more of our individual panels.” Misha said. “Y/N and I will be having one at around ten-ish? I think.” He looked over at Y/N questioningly.

Y/N smiled. “Yes. Who knows? Maybe there’ll be a hula contest…”

The audience laughed again. Everyone seemed like they’d had a good time.

“So until tomorrow!” Jensen said.

“Aloha!!!” The whole cast said simultaneously as they waved goodbye before walking off stage.

Hawaii was fun. It really got you into the vacation spirit.

I Less Than Three You Too


Genre: fluffy, tiny angst.

Summary: The morning after fic from Phil’s pov.

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 2036

Pain. A lot of pain was all I could feel at that moment. I was also feeling cramped and my head hurt. Oh yeah, the headache was probably because of the alcohol I consumed last night. I didn’t want to drink that much but Roy was trying to get me drunk yesterday or something. Man he doesn’t give up.

The cramped feeling, I pleasantly realized was because of Dan spooning me. I smiled as I realized that he was holding me tighter than usual. I usually stop myself from showing too much affection as there’s a chance that I might do something that is a little outside the ‘friends with benefits’ or whatever deal we were in.

I tried not to move much and relish in but too soon Dan began to shuffle a little. I expected him to push himself away but surprisingly he tucked himself even closer and pecked the back of my head.

My breath hitched and I involuntarily shuddered.

“Morning” Dan said in my hair in his morning voice which is one of my turn ons. Speaking of which I noticed I had a bit of problem down there. It is useless to expect it to go away when your crush is spooning you way too tightly and talking about something in the sexiest voice.

“… way too drunk to know what you were on about.” I heard Dan say and that pretty much made me forget about my boner.

“What was I on about?” I was terrified. I turned around to look at his face which had an expression I couldn’t interpret. That made me more worried.

“You don’t remember anything you did last night or said even?” He said giving me a calculating look which scared me more.

“No” I answered timidly and I swallowed. I sadly realized far too late that I was making my fear too obvious and Dan suddenly looked a little amused. “Don’t be so scared, it’s not a big deal. Actually it flattered me.”

Please say my stupid drunk self did not confess any sort of feeling to him, though the odds did not look at my side right then. “What did I say to flatter you?” I asked trying my best to sound calm.

“That all the ‘best sex’ you have had were with me” he winked.

Okay great, I can shrug that off as no big deal. Literally Thanks to all deities of all religions I did not say anything more reckless. I let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding and the amused expression was back on his face.

As my heart was no longer on a verge of a stroke, I became aware of my boner (which was pretty much gone down after that) and my intense hangover.

I really wanted some of our usual morning sex, but my head was killing me. I screwed my face and massaged my temples. I realized Dan was still holding me close to his body and hello! I wasn’t the only one excited here. Fuck my head I want him (this is what I always say before having sex with my best friend).

I opened my eyes; he was back looking at me like he was figuring something out or making a decision.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing” he replied smiling a little but continued look at me unusually making me self conscious but I was too gone to think about it then.

“Anyway since we both are not that innocent right now,” I said rolling over him, “let’s just…” and I started kissing him.

It is always like that with us. Most days Dan, for some reason, is all over me at night, and it is not my fault that I give in against my better judgement. I don’t even offer any protest and usually just dive right in. I know that what we are doing is unhealthy for our friendship because we never talk about it. I am scared that if we talk our logic will win over and deprive me of Dan, and yeah even though it’s just sex (for him), it is what satisfies my need for intimacy with him.

I am hopelessly, unrequitedly in love with Dan and when the person you are sleeping with is most important thing to your existence, you become a bit clingy, at least I do. So in mornings, when we wake up in same bed and Dan’s body starts moving away from me when he wakes up, I become desperate to hold onto him, and I can only do that effectively by seducing him.

That’s what I am doing right now; usually just straddling him and kissing him hard does it but today Dan was not reciprocating my kiss with lust; He was barely kissing me back.

“Supp?” I asked. Did I do something wrong?

“I am sorry Phil; I don’t think I am up for it right now. I am bone tired” he lied from beneath me. He wasn’t tired; or even if he was he wouldn’t have denied sex. This is first time either of us had said no to sex.

“Don’t look so shocked. It’s your entire fault. You had me worried a lot yesterday by switching your phone off and being late” he told casually. I knew him too well too know that there was something more to it and that he is up to something or… onto something?

I rolled over and got off the bed. I spent most of my time yesterday getting away from Roy and ended up hiding in one of the spare bedrooms (I am cool like that). It was already occupied but the couple was out cold and thankfully covered under the blankets. I did not want to stay there like a perv but Roy was drunk and had tried kissing me already.

I had gone there to relax a little, away from the heartache that I am always subconsciously aware whenever I am with Dan, which is always. Lucky for me, the backup stock of vodka and pepsi where kept in the same room. I plugged in my earphones and drank away my pain into bliss and woke up in sweet warm arms.

The day went on as usual with tumblr, youtube and twitter for both of us. The unusual part was Dan making a mysterious phone call (he never left the room for privacy for a call when it was just me there)and in the evening telling me to get dressed because he wanted to try this new place he found online for dinner (he’s a lazy fuck, he would much rather order a pizza).

So we took the tube to Green Park and walked for a few minutes till we reached two oak doors. Once inside, we were greeted by a freaking Maitre D and turned out that Dan had booked a table and everything. Why was Dan suddenly craving some fancy dining experience?

When we were sited at our table, I noticed that this place was fancy but also really geeky. Pokemon chairs, totoro print tablecloths and a many figurines and plushies of anime characters. Even the menu was anime themed. Dan was looking at me while I was taking in how awesome this place was.

“I now understand why you got your lazy butt up for a dinner” I grinned at that dork.

He grinned cutely and told me to shut up. “Do you like it?” he asked.

“It’s now one of my favorite places to eat even though I have not tasted anything yet.” His lips curled up slightly more at that. I got a feeling that he wanted to bring me here. I realized our table was sort of isolated from rest of the dining area by a giant pillar. Did the restaurant think that we were on a date when Dan booked a table for two? I turned red at that and hoped Dan doesn’t notice this and gets put off by it.

He was still looking at my face when I glanced at him; he then looked away freaking blushed. Okay, what is up with him? He is behaving like we are on a date or something. For a third person, I agree, things must be looking pretty cozy. That made me some more red.

We were served our food (Thank god for a distraction from that glancing-at-each-other-turning-away-a bit-redder). I had ordered the Colossal Titan’s head made out of noodles and rice.

Halfway in our meal, the Maitre D, who I found out was also the owner, came to ask us how were things; (I definitely wanted to come back, with Dan, preferably on an actual date. Okay I was getting ahead) but before he left I saw him giving a pointy look to Dan and then Dan returning it. He then went away smirking. Was… was that piece of shit waiter flirting with Dan? I suddenly had an urge to call him back and tell him that his place felt repulsive and was too lame to be real.

I drank some water and suddenly Interrupted by Fireworks started to play. Bloody hell, this song is kind of special to us. ‘It would have been ‘our’ song if we were couple’ Dan had once joked. When we first had sex, I had played this song on repeat on my phone to create the ‘atmosphere’. Actually I was then trying to hint Dan that it was more than sex for me, which didn’t work like my many failed attempt in later years.

Dan cleared his throat getting my attention. “So umm Phil, I was, well you were saying that, I mean yesterday when you got home, I wanted to sleep with you, I mean not sleep, I mean ahh…!” He turned really red.

“Fuck I had written down what I wanted to say but…” he mumbled and looked at me embarrassingly. My face showed that I was confused and waiting for him to continue, although I had gotten nervous because Dan was weird today and generally he was pretty articulate.

He sighed took out his phone, “it’s better if you see this” he passed me his phone starting a video.

The video opened with Dan sitting on his bed looking incredibly nervous, and what seemed as, I later realized, yesterday night.

“Hey, so Phil umm if you are watching this then that means I have lost my balls and I am on plan B now and umm I am basically, I am trying to say there, if I had not already… Fuck I hope you don’t see this.”

He sighed and looked in the camera intently for a moment and then said, “I love you Phil, I have always had. I had a thing for you even before you knew I existed and fuck I am, I am in love with you and I am saying this only now because you admitted sort of right now that you have feeling… for me that is. Fucking hell Phil, please say that wasn’t just some drunk talk and that we could be more than, more than what we are now. That we could be real and… yeah.”

The video ended and I got aware that I had forgotten to breathe, tears almost built up and lip quivering. My face was never more crimson.

“You love me? For real?” I chocked out. “Yes” he said looking visibly relieved at my emotional state that must have confirmed that it wasn’t alcohol talking yesterday.

But there were many reasons for why this was too dreamy to be true. I never asked him to be with me as I did not ever see any reasons for him to settle for someone so ordinary like me.

“B-But w-why? How y-you…?” I managed before Dan cut me out, “when you said you loved someone so wreaked like me I did not believe you either. I less than three you too Phil, because…” he said that pulling his chair beside me. He slide his arm around me pulling me closer, cupping my check with his other hand, he said things that made that night the best night of my life.

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I wanted some kind of follow up and engineering sucks

I'm A Spider, So What? – 001


This is a world where the Hero and the Demon Lord have fought countless battles since time immemorial.

There has always been, and shall always be, a Demon Lord, a being of such power that its foul reign is used to mark an age. Even if one is struck down, another powerful demon will invariably rise to take its place, the demonic ruler of a new era. This is the immutable rule of this world: although the demons’ onslaught can be stopped temporarily, they can never be truly defeated.

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Offering ideas for Nyx

So, I’ve been having a really hard time dealing with actual offerings, so I have a few ideas I’d like to share:

  • Reading (or watching videos) about dark stuff, the unknown, things that are hard to find.
  • If you’re into makeup, you could use that: i.e. dark lipstick and eyeshadow.
  • Knitting something, which requires time and dedication, using it to share your time with her. Her darkness protects you, so you could knit a giant black scarf to actually cover you.
  • Black mirror/star scrying.
  • Using any sort of divination, and offering it to her. She loves the unknown, so readings, as some sort of mysterious thing is something I think she enjoys.
  • Origami stars.
  • I like adding some glitter to things when I’m feeling a bit off. I feel like, as cliché as it might be, adding silver glitter to my life makes me feel better. Maybe glitter roots, if you’re into that.
  • Spend sometime on pinterest looking for things that remind you of her. 
  • Reading old newspapers and journals to her seems to me something she’d enjoy. 
  • Playing lullabies.
  • Watching things about space, like cosmos, sounds like something fun both of you could enjoy.
  • Turning the lights off, and letting yourself go for a while, thinking of her.
  • Covering certain parts of your body with black lace/fabric. Like veiling, wearing hats, long coats, scarves, or even gloves. 
  • If you’re a uni student who spends a lot of time studying at night, dedicate your research and effort to her, thanking her for the time you’re sharing. 
  • Write notes to her, maybe keep a journal, with some secrets, or keeping record of what your divination methods tell you.
  • Braiding your hair (this is a personal one, but braiding my hair makes me feel incredibly connected to her and Callisto too, so it’s okay if you don’t feel like it’d help).
  • Finally, getting enough sleep during the night.

I have some ideas for Persephone too, but I have to sort of think of more, because some of them just come to my mind, and feel right but maybe that’s not enough to share with other people who worship her, so yeah. Add anything you’d like to!

Dunno how obscure or under appreciated this game actually is, but I like it and it never seems to be high on people’s radar, so Im giving it some love

When I look at games like Pahntasy Star and Billy Hatcher it really makes me wish that Sonic Team was allowed to do more then just Sonic games. I sort of look at games like this as a developers chance to try some thing different and maybe work out some ideas for their more popular IPs instead of just making sequel after sequel.

I just I juST I JUST it’s a hat it’s a fucking hat on a fucking hat. A fucking hat-hat. BUT WAIT you say to me. That is a 100% certified BASEBALL hat on a TRUCKER hat—there’s a difference. Well let me tell you fuckers that a baseball hat is different from a trucker hat like an obnoxious baseball fan eating a giant chili dog and burping so loudly you can smell it three rows down is different from a trucker driving his big ass truck through a McDonalds drive-thru and hitting that weird little clearance bar while asking to supersize me; that is, they’re both assholes and their hats make them look ridiculous. So here I am, writing this in the middle of the night, debating about buying a hat on a fucking hat. Hussie is some sort of marketing mastermind. Hussie probably spent 5 minutes in Photoshop slapping this dumbass hat logo on an emotionally detached, weird, ironically meme-loving loser that I’ve somehow grown attached to to the point where this hideous clothing item is something I’m seriously considering reaching into my purse to buy. He has clearly got this shit figured out to a T. Hussie is the stern, violent, businessman Alpha Dave Strider warned us about. I am sitting here debating spending my hard earned cash on a hat-hat while Alpha Dave Strider rolls over in his early grave. Alpha Dave Strider was murdered in like 5 pages over his fight against consumerism and here I am wondering if I can walk around my college campus in a fucking hat-hat with minimum weird looks. Fuck this. Fuck Hussie. Fuck I want this so bad. So so fucking bad I hate myself. I’m gonna buy it. Damn it.

Today, I fucked up...  by laughing at a "Your Mom" joke

So about a month ago, I taught a JA (Junior Achievement) class at a local elementary school. I’m an education major, so I figured this would be good experience. I taught the same lesson to 5 different 5th grade classes throughout the day, and it was about creating a new product and giving a sales pitch.

Towards the end of the day, I had a class that was rather rowdy, so I made sure to really watch over them and get involved in their projects. I stopped by one group of boys and was intrigued by their drawing. I asked what they were making, and one boy said, “It’s a giant roller coaster!”

Awesome! Creativity! As I was about to give them a compliment on their project, one of the other boys looks at me and says, “Yeah! Giant just like Ryan’s mom!” He pointed at Ryan, and Ryan looked at me with the saddest of eyes, hoping that the boy would be reprimanded. Instead of being an adult, I FUCKING LOST IT. I laughed so hard, right in front of Ryan. Ryan proceeded to bawl his eyes out and start hitting his head off of his desk.

I just walked away and told the actual teacher that he was having some sort of meltdown and stayed away from that group for the rest of their class.

Tl;dr: Laughed at a 5th grade “your mom” joke, made kid cry instead of being an adult, avoided kid rest of the day.

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Secrets: Kylo Ren Imagine

Secrets are so tricky. Why must one have such a thing and not being able to share it with the one they love. I had a secret. A secret that changes everything. I was pregnant, almost two months by now. But it wasn’t the fact that I was pregnant that scared me, it was the father.

Kylo Ren, the Sith Lord, the Knight of Ren. The man that ever galaxy fears. The men who kills, and terrorizes the peace. the man who is the father of my unborn child.  

It was just one night, one stupid night. I was a worker at the base before it went down. I’ve noticed him a few times before, always stomping around in his dark gear. But I never knew the hypnotizing man that was under that helmet.

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The Elder Scrolls Online: my thoughts

Like everyone else, I was very apprehensive when The Elder Scrolls Online was announced. If you didn’t guess from the fancomic/parody I have been writing for the last three years, I like the Elder Scrolls games and really want to see them shine and play up their strengths. Given that the series is largely about playing however you want and being this big hero or agent who determines the fate of nations, it just didn’t strike me as compatible with the concept of a Massive Multiplayer Online game.

Like, don’t get me wrong. I have had fun playing MMOs. Back in high school, my friends and I used to dig up tons of obscure indie or Korean MMOs in search of something fun or original. Most of them fell prey to the same problem: being little more than a pretty field full of enemies that you had to kill before you could move on to a field of slightly stronger enemies. Though we found a few gems that pulled off cool premises and smooth gameplay, most of them were incredibly boring and simply couldn’t make us care about our progress long enough to stick with it. 

It was even worse when they tried to introduce a plot. “You are the chosen one and you must save the world” is pretty much the bog standard for fantasy, and that just doesn't work when you are playing alongside a thousand other people who are also the chosen one. Even normal quests lose some impact - say, when you find someone weeping about how he lost his sheep, and he’s surrounded by eight players who you know are also separately helping him find his sheep. It is just impossible to feel like your actions have any meaning, or that anything you do is actually special.

On top of all this, the Elder Scrolls setting is just incredibly unfitting for an MMO. The games are mostly set in relative peacetime and focus around attacks from indisputably evil badguys rather than the large multi-sided faction wars typical of MMOs. Ressurrection from the dead is incredibly difficult and special, rather than the meaningless repeated death that commonly defines an MMO. You would basically have to destroy the setting’s most characteristic elements to turn it into anything resembling a massive multiplayer game. You can understand why I was worried. 

And as such, imagine my surprise when I finally downloaded the beta and discovered that Zenimax had pulled the game off perfectly. And they did it using the one, perfect angle I never would have thought of:

They made a game where you play as a Daedra


I guess the first thing I should talk about are the characters, since the character designer was where I first began to realize this was not one of the generic, forgettable fantasy MMOs I was used to. 

Like I mentioned above, in Elder Scrolls Online you play as a Daedra - the otherworldly, immortal monsters that have served as summons in the previous games. Among other things, this means there is a huge amount of leeway in the character design. Rather than just giving you a generic base and letting you mess with scale sliders, we had full reign to switch out lots of different parts. Pictured above is my friend’s Storm Atronach, which he decked out with big shoulders and huge, heavily armored hands and feet. My character was this werewolf-looking thing called a “Wereling”, which I made as lithe and upright as possible, which made me look like kind of a matchstick next to my friend. 

One of the things that stood out to me most in the character designer was that there wasn’t actually any sort of discrete gender dichotomy. Like, the character presets had some options that were very clearly male or female, but they were just different part/slider/voice combinations. Even on the very humanoid races like the Golden, you could make a female character with broad/masculine shoulders, or max out the breast size slider on your giant burly fighter, and the game wouldn’t try to stop you. There were a lot of people who used this to humorous effect (my friend’s Storm Atronach, for example, had the most seductively feminine voice), but at the same time there were a lot of others who came up with some really neat character designs from it. My favorite was this very long-lashed male Dremora. I kinda wished I got a screenshot of him, because he looked badass. 

Wereling was the only race I got a chance to try, though some of the others looked pretty interesting. Not only were the races visually diverse (even with their own movement animations), but they had abilities that really changed their gameplay style. Twilights could fly and Lurkers could phase through walls. Atronachs had this neat ability where they could hold down a key to trade max health for magicka, which let them kind of switch between being tanks and spellcasters at will. It really got across this idea of playing different creatures with different powers, not just recolored humans with slightly different stats. And unlike most MMOs, it left me excited to try a different character. 


As I said earlier, one of the biggest flaws in MMOs is that they often try to force a “singleplayer” storyline that only makes sense if you ignore the thousands of other players doing it. Elder Scrolls Online does an amazing job of avoiding this writing pitfall and tying the story and gameplay together. The basic premise of the “main quest” is that you (along with many other Daedra of various planes) had your memory wiped and power stolen, and you want to get it back. Because, hey, what Daedra - or MMO player - doesn’t want more power? The motivation is already there.

I put a lot of stock in opening scenes, and Elder Scrolls Online has one of the best I have ever seen. There are apparently a few variations of it to add replay value, but the one I got involved helping this human conjurer and his brother as they try to escape a prison (kind of a homage to how every Elder Scrolls game begins with incarceration). The writing is immediately a cut above anything I have seen in the series: the brothers had this back-and-forth banter that smoothly established tons of important stuff about yourself and the setting, from your amnesia (“What is wrong with the daedra? It doesn’t look like it knows what it’s doing…”) all the way to your immortality (“Don’t worry about the daedra! If it dies, it just goes back to wherever. Worry about us”).

As you help them out of this dungeon, smashing locks and occasionally putting down a guard dog, the three of you eventually exit into this big, open plaza with like a hundred Akaviri snakemen pointing bows at you and hissing in broken english for you to come out and face your death. The brothers huddle and discuss this plan to charge across the plaza, with you on the outside, in the hopes that you will soak up the arrows and they will make it out safely. On the count of three, they exchange a pre-emptive goodbye with one another and charge. I'm assuming there is no way to save them, because when I played the three of us got riddled with arrows and died, teleporting me back to the foresty plane my race started on. But holy shit that scene made me feel responsible for their death. You never hear about them again, and the first NPC you meet after the opening just brushes it off as “mortals succumbing to the inevitable”, but it kind of drives home the idea that you are a creature summoned by people in tight situations. 

When you’re not out exploring daedric planes, most of the gameplay revolves around accepting summoning calls. The “main quest” kicks in when you are summoned by this sorceress who claims to know you from before your memory was erased. She says you betrayed your Daedric Prince (or princes, when I was with my group) to serve her, and promises she can help you get your stolen power/memories back. Unlike the normal summoning calls, this enigmatic sorceress keeps calling you up with requests for you to explore areas or retrieve artifacts in your own home plane. The very cities you started in essentially become dungeons. 

What makes the story especially great, however, is if you get caught working for her. The Daedric Prince of your home plane talks to you personally, tells you the sorceress is this bad-news mortal named “Arden Sul”, and asks you to doublecross her.

My group stuck with Arden the whole time, but apparently if you agree to help one of the Daedric Princes you get these assassination quests to hunt down and attack players who are helping Arden, and you get rewarded with small bits of your old power each time. Arden, on the other hand, would give us potions and stuff whenever we helped her, and we eventually ended up fighting each of our Daedric Princes and stealing these soul gems with our old power. I don’t want to give too much away about Arden’s goal or why the Daedric Princes wanted to stop her, but the story gave us lots of opportunities to flip-flop whose side we were on, which was a really neat touch. 

I think the main draw of the game, though, was still the regular little “summon” quests. They were basically the game’s answer to instanced dungeons, and ranged from helping adventurer parties through ruins to completely silly things like helping a wizard find his lost monocle. The developers put a lot of effort into making sure the quests didn’t get redundant, with stuff like randomized dungeons. And even when it does get redundant, the game isn’t afraid to poke fun at it - my whole group broke out laughing over Skype when we got the monocle quest a second time and the wizard actually said “oh… oh dear, you’re the same ones that helped me last time, aren’t you?”. It was just really cute. 

Along with the funny quests and the regular adventure ones, there were a few summon quests that were actually really touching. I don’t really want to spoil them, though. The whole idea of being a character who is summoned to people in need ended up working amazingly well. It’s ironic that a game about being an amoral, immortal monster often left me feeling more heroic than any game about being a “hero” ever did.


One of my personal pet peeves in MMOs is when leveling seems to only exist as a barrier to exploration. In most Elder Scrolls games, if you see a mountain in the distance you can just walk there and explore it, facing enemies at about your level. In an MMO, that mountain is usually going to have monsters way over your level that will rip you apart. 

Elder Scrolls Online actually had a pretty interesting solution to this: leveling doesn’t make you stronger. Rather than having enemies and players increment in strength at about the same speed, the game is essentially just built around everyone being the same level. There were still a few areas where we got our asses kicked, but it was either because we played poorly or because we needed a specific item (e.g. exploring the Badlands without fire resistance turned out to be a bad idea). When one of our party members decided to make a new character to try a different race, she was still pretty much on par with the rest of us in combat. There was no nominal amount of rats she had to kill to get to the fun stuff; less than half an hour after making her new character she was running a summon job right alongside us.

Rather than getting stronger though leveling, most of the progression in the game seemed to revolve around getting new items. With maybe the exception of holsters (which let you have more than one equipped weapon when going into dungeons), each item had a balance of strengths and weaknesses. At one point I had a powerful long-range bow that did 10% its usual damage at close range, and at another point I had a crossbow that fired a shotgun-esque volley of bolts, making it deadly at  medium range and useless over distances. It was fun stuff like that, and as you got more items from quests and exploration you had more different ways you could set up your character. The weapon I used most of the time was this weaker bow that let me move around at full speed when it was drawn. 

It was a refreshing change to most MMOs, where you spend a majority of the game using weapons that feel exactly the same but have progressively better stats. The closest things you had to stat increases here were buff potions and the end-of-main-quest power buff (which doubled your health, stamina, and magicka). There were crafting stations you could use to tweak weapons, but the effects were pretty small and retained that rule of mixing benefits with drawbacks. It was still a lot of fun, though, and ran with that core Elder Scrolls tenant of “play how you want”.

I was also pretty impressed that they kept in the crime system, given how often MMOs (or RPGs in general) just do that thing where you can only hurt badguys and only pick up things that belong to you. In The Elder Scrolls Online you were free to steal and murder - even other players - but it was an extremely, extremely bad idea. The NPC guards on every daedric plane were downright vicious, players could get money for reporting crimes, and (as my friend learned) if you accrued too high a bounty on one of the planes, other players would actually be recruited to hunt you down and bring you in. I guess in retrospect it explained why I kept seeing these guys in masks jumping down from rooftops and killing people in public without being arrested. 

If you were caught or arrested, it was also pretty neat that the punishment differed plane-to-plane. I got arrested in Moonshadow at one point and basically had Azura scold me, one-on-one, while asking me why I did it. It was kind of cute, but she made it clear that I shouldn’t do it again or I may be banished. When I got arrested for stealing in the Deadlands, I actually got loaded into a torture device and a bunch of my equipped items lost durability. The variety was really neat, and there was a sort of “realness” to it that acknowledged you were playing alongside other people - for example, I actually had to wait before I could meet Azura because someone else was doing it. 

Regarding gameplay, the racial abilities are also worth noting. Like I mentioned up in the characters section, my friend’s central ability as an Atronach was that he could sacrifice health for magicka, which had this pretty neat visual effect where the lightning inside him dimmed as his hands glowed. As a Wereling, my central ability was these finishing moves that worked on creatures below a certain health where I would literally just throw down my weapons and rip them apart. I’ve heard they were one of the better races for bounty hunters, which from a lore perspective works really well with them being from Hircine’s daedric realm. The whole thing was just very thematic; every race had a definitive feel to it that matched with their home plane. 

We focused on the main questline and as such did not get a chance to try the player-versus-player parts of the game, but from what I understand they take place on “neutral” daedric planes where you can fight for control in the name of a Daedric Prince. As long as you hold it, it will affect the items and prices available to your race in their home plane (holding the Soul Cairn, for example, gives access to a bunch of necromancy staves). 

Overall, the game just struck a really nice balance between exploring the bizarre daedric planes and delving into the neat little summoning jobs. It captured this idea of being a powerful creature without trying to hide the fact that there were thousands of other powerful creatures playing too. The other players were a part of the actual game, rather than just an unfortunate consequence it tried to ignore.

Final Thoughts

I don’t know if I can express how much The Elder Scrolls Online defied my expectations. I was anticipating something that really wrecked the Elder Scrolls lore I had come to know and love, or at best a mediocre fantasy romp that would go free-to-play within a year. I did not expect them to make something so original which integrated a brilliantly written story and heavily polished gameplay together so well. 

After seeing so many game companies lose money making sub-par World of Warcraft clones in an attempt to capitalize off that game’s popularity, it feels really good to see one that plays the strengths of its source material and improves on the flaws plaguing most games in the genre. It’s nice to have some reassurance that companies are still interested in making fun and original experiences that we can enjoy with friends, and that the Elder Scrolls series can still produce something complex and thought-provoking. This is the sort of game we need more of - something that really plays up all of the neat stuff that only games can do. Something that makes us excited to explore and interact with a new world.

In the end, I only have one criticism of The Elder Scrolls Online: that this entire review is bullshit and it is actually a disappointingly forgettable cookie-cutter fantasy MMO. 

anonymous asked:

Hi okay so like I have a headcanon And I can't write at all, so do you think you could do a fic/ elaborate on my tiny idea please :) ? I suddenly got an idea for a fic where like bitty gets hurt where he has to go to the hospital? Maybe he gets knocked out? Or he gets an injury bad enough he gets send to the hospital. And like Jack freaks out a little bit, and he hurries to bitty and like he frets over his tiny boyfriend and everything turns out all right in the end because happy endings :)

Oh anon this is so heartbreaking!

Jack gets the text from Shitty. It just says call when you can. At first Jack doesn’t think much of it because a) Shitty’s prone to overreacting and b) Jack’s prone to underreacting. So between the two of them Jack thinks maybe Shitty’s driving himself crazy over some law school thing and just needs to scream at someone.

Two things happen to change this initial assessment. First, Ransom and Holster both message him separately telling him to get in touch. Second, he suddenly realizes that Shitty was at the Samwell game tonight. In fact, the text that came in fifteen minutes previous to this one was, your bf is fucking spectacular tonight.

He calls. Stilll not thinking it’s anything special. Maybe Shitty’s in the locker room with the guys and they all want to shout at him together over the phone. But when Shitty picks up, and his voice is ragged at the edges with a Where the fuck have you been all night Jack!?, Jack knows with a stone-heavy heart that this is not a case of locker room shenanigans.

“What happened,” he says, his voice low and trembling.

“We’re at MGH {Massachusetts General Hospital},” Shitty tells him. “Bits has been in surgery for three hours. Jesus, Jack. It was brutal. Shoulder and – and they’re saying maybe spine, they don’t know yet.“ The word spine is whispered, like Shitty’s afraid the gods might get an idea.

A cold clawing hand scrapes across the bottom of Jack’s stomach. “I’ll be there in a few hours,” he says.

“Don’t you have a game?” And Jack does, they’re playing the Blackhawks tomorrow at 7 CST.

“I’ll be there,” Jack repeats, and hangs up.

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