You know what I think? I think we need more "Tim, the obsessive strategist in relationships". Despite never ever being the one to actually initiate any wild scheme in regards to his relationships in the comics, but being repeatedly called/regarded/shown as the crazy thorough tactician, he needs to be freaky about his crushes. I've skimmed through Tim's canon LIs and it seems the boy is usually just there for a ride most of the time.
Well, no more.
In my head he plans an extensive 25-step plan with variations and branches to make sure Jason falls for him. He's mid-step three, when Jason begins to suspect something, and it throws off his meticulous detailing and sets him back to the start, since he has to re-do all of it to be more inconspicuous. The second time Jason catches on by step seven, but luckily for Tim, that was exactly how he planned it, and depending on the reaction, he has different strategies ahead.
Jason ruins his plans by asking him out. Task failed sucessfully
sirius and james flirt so hard playing dnd, every time they play and no matter the campaign they always end up flirting and the rest of the table is so used to it but secretly they're both way too scared to show their true feelings outside of the campaign so they just create sexual tension through their characters and jerk off to it later
Hello all! I am in fact alive, lol. Sorry I haven't been posting much on here, I'll definitely be trying and stay a little bit more active on Tumblr.
Before Spirit's Eve passes by, here's a little spooky story for y'all to enjoy.
Summary: The farmhouse has been getting some very strange calls and Harvey isn't the biggest fan of them.
Wordcount: 685
It’s just a prank
He repeats the line over and over again and again, chasing sickening ideas out of his mind with the mantra. Harvey’s breath is too shallow, and he’s trying to even it out before it fully develops into hyperventilating, but the potency of his words deplete with each subsequent call. He sits by the house phone as he tries to forget, but rational and logic are tools that can only dispel his worries when he still has the ground solid beneath him. The irrational and illogical parts of his mind are too good at masquerading and sounding sensible when he’s unsettled, and he’s shaking as more and more uncertainty carves out homes in his mind.
When it first started it was easy to dismiss as just a prank, but now.
It’s just a creepy voice. A creepy, child's voice saying things like “forsaken” and “how could you do this”. It was comically textbook for a scary prank call. That alone should have enough to quiet his fears. Hell, he should be more surprised there wasn’t a “do you wanna play a game?” or “Hello Georgie” thrown in for variety and an extra self-congratulatory laugh, but maybe those references had thankfully, finally aged out.
It was his spouse picking up for the first time that had started this cycle of terror he realized. There wasn’t much that could get under Harvey’s skin quite so effectively, but the flash of terror on the farmer’s face was enough to throw Harvey into a fury. Going from a passive annoyance as he silently listened in to the pranksters' act, he was possessed with the desire to protect. Pulling the receiver from his partner’s hand and yelled that they needed to stop whatever joke they thought was so amusing before slamming the phone into the receiver. Spirit’s Eve was half a season away and his partner’s pale face and trembling hands as they covered their horrified expression weren’t funny.
Then the calls to the clinic started.
Always when Maru wasn’t working, and the dialogue shifted. Hateful hisses of “Interloper” “Foolish worm” to more abstract insults and claims like, “What a loyal pet they’ve found” and “We were happy before you” in the beginning. He didn’t know why he bothered to listen, but sometimes the voices weren’t hateful, but sad, heartbroken and full of pity:
“Do you know... the price they paid for you?”
“We believed they loved us too once”
“Don’t let them devour your heart or sense”
“They lie, believe us, they lie, they lie, please?”
The voices just crept into his heart and pulled at thoughts, memories, no not memories. They couldn’t be memories, but maybe vague thoughts that turned to smoke every time he tried touching them and shifting them into focus.
Why did they only ever warn him after a fight with the farmer? Why did the calls only come when Maru wasn’t working? Where was the normal, adoring warmth in their farmer’s eyes when he asked about the voice's words? A dark, cold shadow over their face as they soothed and promised it was nothing. Why couldn’t Maru track the number back to a person or even an app?
Questions crowded his mind, unable to quiet them as the voices new message echoed out. “Run… please, before you forget…. Run, before you inconvenience them… ”
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Harvey looked up as the clinic door opened with a ding. The new farmer walked inside, digging through their knapsack before producing a tall, glass bottle and handing it to him without a word.
“It's for me?” Harvey asked, cautiously taking the bottle from their hand. On the bottle was a label, vaguely familiar, with an elegant font that said ‘truffle oil’, “ This is my favorite stuff! It's like you read my mind.” he joked, his excitement at such a marvelously, perfect gift showing and causing him to blush. The farmer returned his glowing thanks with a satisfied smile.
“Just a lucky guess.” they mumbled, Harvey trying to squash the dread clamoring at the corners of his mind, as he met the Farmer’s pleased expression.
It just occured to me how funny it is the way cats shlink under your hand sometimes when you try to touch them. Cats are like a freaky liquid and I think I was raised by them with the way I weave and contortion my way out of socializing.
