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who can relate
“yeah i read a lot!”
“oh awesome! What books do you read?”
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
Hi!! I don’t know if you’re feeling like writing for Jason Todd, but I really like how you characterize him so if your requests are open for him, I had a suggestion:
How do you think Jason would deal with a reader that worried they were too much for him, in terms of being clingy, so they’re trying not to be as touchy/text or talk to him as much/ask him for things (like help around the house, ect)? I always see people write scenarios where Jason is hesitant in a relationship, and while I eat those up too, I feel like I don’t see as much about how he’d be on the other side of the situation, you know? Anyway, thank you for considering, and I love your writing! ❤️🦊
Jason notices the little things first, not because he's looking for them but because it's you.
And Jason has always paid attention to you.
The first thing he notices is that you stop texting him. Not completely. You still send good morning texts and answer his messages. But the random little things disappear.
No more pictures of weird-shaped clouds. No more reels sent to him throughout the day. No more "look at this dog I saw today."
The constant stream of you that he secretly loved getting throughout the day just...stops.
So of course Jason notices.
Then you stop asking him for things. Which was weird. Because asking him for things has always been your thing.
Can you help me hang this shelf?
Can you open this jar?
Can you reach that?
Can you kill that bug?
Can you come over because I had a bad day?
The requests had never bothered him. If anything, they made him feel useful
Now suddenly you're carrying heavy grocery bags by yourself and nearly dropping them when he catches you at your apartment.
"The hell are you doing?" You blink. "Carrying groceries?" He scoffed "Yeah I got that."
Before you can protest, he's taking three bags from your hands. "I would've helped sweetheart." You shrugged. "You were busy."
"You could've called."
You give him a strange smile. "It's okay."
Jason frowns, a pit forming in the bottom of his stomach, something was going on the smile doesn't reach your eyes at all.
A few weeks went by when he notices you don't curl into him anymore. That one bothers him the most.
You used to gravitate toward him without thinking. The moment you sat on the couch your feet would end up in his lap. Your head would find his shoulder. Your hand would find his.
Now you sit on the opposite side of the couch.
Close enough to touch. Far enough not to.
And jason hates it.
Tonight is the night he finally snaps. He's just trying to read and youu're pretending to watch TV.
The distance between you feels like a canyon. After ten minutes he tosses the book onto the coffee table and broke the silence. "What?" You look over. "What, what?"
"Why are you acting weird?"
Your face immediately goes blank. "I'm not."
"Bullshit."
You stare at him. He stares right back.
You hoped Jason would just leave it be. Unfortunately for you, Jason Todd is one of the most stubborn men alive.
Eventually you crack first. Your shoulders slump. "It's nothing."
"No."
"Jason—"
"No."
His voice isn't angry. Just firm. "Talk to me."
The shows characters chatter in the background. You keep your eyes fixed on your hands and when you finally speak your voice is barely above a whisper.
"I didn't want to bother you."
Jason blinks. "...What?"
You swallow. "I know I'm a lot sometimes."
His stomach drops.
Its the way you say it kike you've been carrying this thought around for a long time.
"I text a lot. I'm always touching you." A laugh escapes you, humorless. "I ask you for stupid things all the time."
Every sentence hurts more than the last.
"So I just thought maybe I needed to stop."
Jason stares at you like he's trying to understand what language you're speaking.
Because none of this makes sense.
"You thought..." His voice comes out rough. "You thought I was annoyed by you?"
You shrug. "I don't know."
"No." Jason sits forward. "No, don't do that."
Your eyes finally lift. "What?"
"You don't know?" He points at you. "You changed your entire behavior because you thought I was annoyed by you?"
Your cheeks burn.
When you don't answer, Jason drags a hand down his face.
Jesus Christ.
Weeks.
You've been doing this for weeks.
"You know what I do for a living, right?"
You blink. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"I fight crime. I get shot."
"Jason I dont-."
"I've been hit by a car." Despite yourself, you snort. He points dramatically. "There it is."
A tiny smile tugs at your lips jason softens immediately.
Because that's what he's been missing.
You. Not this careful version that's been trying to take up less space.
"Baby." The nickname comes out quiet, so gently that you had to look up at him.
And Jason's heart cracks right down the middle.
Because you look scared.
Not of him. Of the answer.
Like you've been waiting for confirmation that you are too much. "Come here."
You hesitate.
That pisses him off, not because of you, but the fact you've convinced yourself you need permission.
Jason reaches over and grabs your wristnot hard. Just enough to pull you across the couch.
A surprised noise leaves you as you're suddenly deposited directly in his lap. Your eyes widen. Jason immediately wraps both arms around your waist.
There. Better.
"Jason—"
"Shut up."
"But—"
"I like your texts."
You stop.
"I like hearing from you."
His chin settles on your shoulder. "I like when you ask me for stuff." A squeeze. "I like when you sit on me." A stronger squeeze. "I like when you cling"
Your laugh comes out watery.
Jason feels it against his chest.
"You don't mean that."
"I absolutely mean that."
You shake your head. "Nobody likes clingy people."
Jason actually pulls back enough to look at you. The offense on his face is immediate. "Excuse you."
"What?"
"I'm dating a clingy person."
You laugh again, A real one this time.
"That's not—"
"No, no. Don't move the goalposts."
He points at himself.
"I like you." Then he points at you. "You're clingy." Then he spreads his hands. "Conclusion."
You groan. "Oh my god."
He grins, "It's basic math."
"It's terrible math."
The grin fades when he notices tears gathering in your eyes. "Baby." His hands find your cheeks. "Hey."
You try to look away but he doesn't let you. "Talk to me."
Your voice wobbles. "I just didn't want to be too much."
There it is. The real fear. Not annoyance. Not frustration. Abandonment.
Jason knows that fear. Knows it intimately. He presses his forehead against yours. "Listen to me." You close your eyes.
"If I need space, I'll tell you."
It seems so simple because it is that simple. Because Jason isn't subtle. He isn't the kind of guy who's going to just secretly resents someone.
If something's wrong, you'll know.
"You don't get to decide what I can handle."
You open your eyes. "What?"
"You decided I was annoyed." His thumb brushes away a tear. "You decided I didn't wanna hear from you. You decided I didn't wanna help."
His voice softens.
"You made all those decisions for me."
Your lips part. Then close. Because he's right.
Jason sighs. "You know what would've happened if you'd asked me? I would've told you to get your ass over here and sit on my lap."
A laugh escapes you.
He nudges his nose against yours.
"Baby, I spent most of my life thinking I was too much." The confession settles heavily between you. "If the person I love is struggling, the last thing I want is for them to deal with it alone."
Your eyes immediately soften.
Jason presses a kiss to your forehead. Then your nose. Then your cheek.
"You wanna text me twenty times a day? Do it. You need help carrying groceries? Call me."
You smile.
"And if I wanna cuddle?"
Jason looks horrified.
"Then why are you even asking?"
Before you can react, he drags you closer. Practically folding you into his chest. You squeal. He just smiles and ignores it.
"See?" His arms tighten. "Problem solved."
You bury your face in his neck. For the first time in weeks, you stop worrying about taking up too much space. And for the first time in weeks, Jason finally feels like he can breathe again.
Everything was exactly how it was supposed to be. With you curled up against him.
This feels like you broke into my house and threw mouse traps at me while I was sleeping
Katara and Sokka
BABIES
if only Gyatso had run away with Aang
Rewatching Book 3 of ATLA and cringing at how dumb the Iroh fanservice plot twists are:
"Iroh lied about killing the last dragon before Zuko was born because he wanted to protect them! They actually deemed him pure of heart and worthy to learn the truest form of firebending🥰" .......... even though he continued to be a violent general in an evil genocidal empire long after that...? I'm questioning the dragons' wisdom now.
"Actually Iroh and all the other old guys in the show are senior members of a super secret society working for the good of the world!!" ..... even though one of them flat out refused to teach the Avatar waterbending for misogynistic reasons, another refused to teach the Avatar firebending for personal reasons, and Iroh was an evil war general barely 6 years ago so I suppose he's only a recent member?
I love AtLA as much as anyone, but yeah it is, uh. Pretty abundantly clear that the White Lotus didn't exist in the writers' room until at least season two, and they didn't have a full idea of its role in the narrative probably until season three. The timeline on Iroh "Did A War Against All The Rest Of You" Azulonson joining and being trusted so high in the membership is also. Very questionable.
Which is all to say I think it would be perfect if we got to the season three end game and realized Iroh was actually still an errand boy initiate in the White Lotus. And Piandao pulls aside the main tent flap to reveal our Supreme Grand Lotus:
Gran-Gran
Canonically traveled the world without Committing A War, thus reasonably having met and networked with most of these other people in a positive way? Check
Saw the Avatar and told her only grandkids to go help that kid ASAP, don't worry Gran-Gran's just going to stay riiiiiight here while you're gone and definitely not relive the excitements of her youth? Check
Would recontextualize Pakku's constant sour grapes face (and his reaction to seeing Katara's necklace) to "my ex left me and now she's my superior, if I don't train her grandkid she will mobilize a global movement to Kick My Ass"? CHECK
Gran-Gran for White Lotus Grandmaster 2026
You are Iroh, you finally land a job in your new field. This is the first time in your life you’ve ever had to work your way up. This time, this time you will succeed or fail entirely on your own. No weight of expectation bears down from your father, no brother waiting in the wings, salivating for you to slip up. No legions of men looking to you with trust and hope and faith shining in their eyes. You feel… free, hopeful, ready.
Then your kid assaults your new boss.
Or not really your boss, more like your boss’s boss’s boss.
And it turns out everything is really really hard when everyone around you isn’t trying to curry your favor or affirm your ideas. Outside of the fire nation people don’t just nod and go along with you. They ask follow-up questions and instead of adopting your plans and automatically beginning to work on adapting and generating solutions they instead point out flaws that you hadn’t considered. Nobody is troubleshooting for you, nobody stands ready to spin anything that goes wrong in a favorable light. You are repeatedly written off at best and criticized at worst.
Turns out you kinda suck at this new thing you’re trying, and while it’s a novel experience you do kind of want to ask Agni why you had to be so GOOD at destroying the world and so BAD at uniting it. Why will nation and sons alike follow you so readily towards certain death, but not turn back with you towards peace and life? Were you ever the leader you imagined yourself to be or have you always been a fool riding a mighty riptide and believing yourself the fastest swimmer.
Iroh having to go have a little lie-down after his nephew assaults his boss's boss? CANONICALLY CHECKED
HELP I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS
Does anyone remember my Jason adopts an ugly cat au??? I came back with part 2 all of a sudden hah
Part 1 here
Oh my god. Dick is one of those parents with the leash backpacks to keep their kids from pulling nonsense at the theme park.
Like tell me the difference.
IT’S A LEASH BACKPACK MAN. EVEN THE TONE OF WHAT DICK IS SAYING. The “What is wrong with you???” is so exasperated parent coded it’s incredible.
Duke appreciation, let him interact with his siblings more often dc 🙏
“Oh Batman is abusive in comics” “how many times does a character need to be mischaracterized before it’s just their character”
I DON’T CAAAAARE
Batman being abusive to his kids is so fundamentally wrong and makes him a one dimensional character and I personally hate it.
“Oh the dark gritty character is dark and gritty and mean” hey how about the dark gritty character is dark and gritty because he has to be. He’s such a bleeding heart that he can’t let his enemies (and sometimes allies) know how much he loves and cares. He loves so much. He loves his city, he loves his kids. He’s full of so much love yet he can’t express it because he’s never been taught how. And maybe he’s harsh but it’s because he couldn’t imagine what he would do if he lost another kid.
Batman is a hero, not a villain and it’s a disservice to make him behave like one.
Currently re reading salvage by muffinlance (as one does) and now I need to read a fic where while Zuko is being adopted by the Akhult, Iroh is being adopted by the gaang/ Iroh adopts the gaang
I just think that would be so fun
#Someone Get On That#says the author#who does not have time to get on that#but you are right it would be VERY fun
Sokka: Oh so you’re just gonna steal my dad?! Well that’s fine! Cause guess what buddy? I already stole your uncle!!
*Sokka runs and jumps into Irohs arms, like the one b99 scene, while everyone else stares blankly*
Damn the US really is just a les fiery fire nation, huh :(
Currently re reading salvage by muffinlance (as one does) and now I need to read a fic where while Zuko is being adopted by the Akhult, Iroh is being adopted by the gaang/ Iroh adopts the gaang
I just think that would be so fun
using violence to liberate people from sweatshops, unsafe mines, and grinding poverty isn't the same as using violence to impose those things on people. the idea that violence is morally repugnant regardless of context is a belief that every oppressor throughout history would love for the oppressed to hold
my shaylas <333