There Are Many Secrets That Could Be Weaseled, Tortured, Threatened, Or Bought Out Of Me. But My Ao3

oh mood

see the THING IS I don't feel like I ever worked hard enough to have "earned" the burnout, which is. probably how we got here.

ok?

STOP SCROLLING!

Oka, I plan on following everyone on tumblr

literally everyone

Please reblog so I can make this happen

bby Blüdhaven Fanart

To go along with my Gotham fanart. I made a fic for them too

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/62771809)

Here's a tv show pitch.

In this idea there is no sex, drugs, violence, or high stakes because I'm tired of it.

Ian McKellan, Liam Neeson, Sean Bean, and Ewan Mcgregor are all widowers and live in four houses in a row in suburban UK. The main drama is them vying to be the Favorite Uncle/Grandfather figure for the local schoolchildren. Otherwise it's slice of life. They're extremely petty about their gardens. Occasionally they'll combine forces against another widower. They all understand technology but are purposely asses about using it. They each support a different sports team and consider their own to be the best. Each actor's popular roles are alluded to, such as Ian McKellan always seems to be managing twelve unruly dwarves children; Liam Neeson is extremely protective and occasionally uses black ops skills to solve small problems but won't admit to military service of any kind - he brushes off whatever outrageous thing he just did as "picked that up in [small English town] when a cow got out"; Sean Bean is at high risk for heart attacks and cancer so his death is always being foreshadowed but he never dies; Ewan McGregor has a different shaggy haired emo teenage boy each season to mentor through life's ups and downs. The four of them are all always bickering to the extent that the non-widower neighbors try to set them up with wives.

It's called.

Widower Row

its girlhugging day reblog this to girlhug prev

Spiders are allergic to Percy Jackson

Sorry, I know I usually just do Star Wars here, but needed more people to talk about the fact that saltwater is poisonous to spiders, and acts like peppermint, deterring and killing said spiders.

Dear fanfic writers. Please?

I thought he’d like the shirt.

Cody's just about to drift off, warm and a little sticky, when his comm chirps. He considers ignoring it even as he rolls over in the bunk, fumbling one-handed for the buzzing device.

It's nothing urgent - a partial conversation between Wolffe and Bly that he's being looped in on, rather unnecessarily in his opinion.

cc-3636 just because youve got a Fucking Boner for your jedi cc-3636 speaking of havent heard from codes since his new assignment cc-5052 oh yea cc-5052 hey cc-2224 hows your new general

He gets halfway through typing He's decent enough when Kenobi wakes up and drapes himself over Cody's shoulder, chest hair rubbing pleasantly across his bare back.

"I only rate decent?" his general murmurs, amusement curling in his voice. He looks thoroughly indecent, mouth red and bruised, hair mussed, hickeys dotting his throat.

Cody deletes it and sends He's acceptable instead.

Kenobi laughs. "Come back to sleep, my dear," he says, snuggling his nose into Cody's neck. Without bothering to open Wolffe's message - that bad huh ? - Cody allows himself to be rolled over and tucked against his general's front.

He'll deal with the command crew later. Right now they've got four hours before they need to be Marshal Commander or High General of anything, and Cody's all set to spend it sleeping in the arms of a beautiful, terrible, wondrous man.

There’s something about Roy’s specific kind of abandonment issues. A lot of other characters, they’ll distance themselves, they’ll stop themselves from getting attached, they’ll put up a wall and push people away. Roy? Generally speaking, he’s always open. He loves so easily, he’ll get attached to people so quickly. He puts himself out there, he gives his whole heart, and every time he’s hoping that this time he’ll be good enough for someone to stay, but every time he’s so scared that he won’t be good enough, that eventually they’ll leave. And every time he’s proven right. It’s Roy Harper’s tragedy. He’ll always lose the ones he loves, no matter how hard he tries. He’ll try and try and try, he’ll let people back into his life the second they ask, but they’ll always leave again. And in his mind, he’ll never be enough.

Proud Dad Odysseus (Fic Request)

can i get a fic that's just odysseus telling everyone at the trojan war (kings, soldiers, slaves, ANYONE who will listen) about his precious baby boy and how much he loves him and misses him and wants to gets back to him?

or a fic with telemachus visiting/talking with people from then and them all just reminiscing about ody's gushing about his beautiful genius wife and his adorable darling son and telemachus having all the feels about how much his father loved them? (can be before or after odysseus's return)