Copia & Phantom ficlet.
Platonic and sfw
rite here rite now related headcanon under the cut
in which, Phantom has parental issues
Copia has noticed that Phantom hasn’t been eating dinner with the pack lately. He’s been uncharacteristically quiet and isn’t getting up to any trouble with Swiss. His sex drive is low and non existent and he prefers to keep to himself.
Eventually, Copia brings it upon himself to check on the Ghoul. He finds him sitting on his bed, knees drawn up to his chest. He is still in his uniform but his helmet and boots are cast aside.
“You’re not Papa anymore,” sniffles Phantom.
“Ah, no. But I am still here,” Copia says. He stands before the smaller Ghoul. Those words accompanied by an affectionate smile, not quite understanding the gravity of what Phantom is saying. “I am just. Frater Imperator. But also, still Copia.”
Another sniffle. Phantom looks up at Copia with misty eyes and a trembling bottom lip.
“But you’re not going to be… my Papa anymore.”
And then it clicks.
All the times Phantom has crawled into bed with Copia on nights when he couldn’t sleep— when thunderstorms shook the windows or when his pack mates had gotten into a fight. Of all the times he bounced around and showed off on stage, only to glance over at Copia to see if he was paying attention.
“Oh,” says Copia. He stops at the edge of the bed and frowns. He cups Phantom’s face between his hands. Gloved thumbs drying his eyes. “I will always be your Papa,” he clarifies. “No matter the change in status.”
They fall asleep that night in each other’s arms. Copia holds his boy to his chest and strokes his hair while the Ghoul fidgets in his sleep. Copia has given his life to the Ministry and had no time for a child.
No time for a son.
He presses a kiss to Phantom’s forehead.
“Sleep well… my precious Ghoul,” he murmurs.
Obi-Wan is like I got the kids in the divorce. They aren't even my kids. Or my divorce
I AGREE BUT ALSO ALSO
ilona maher and her 10/10 humor
thats it bye :33
favorite olympians in no particular order:
katie ledecky
simone biles
imane khelif (fuck you transphobes, also she isn't even trans???)
pommel horse guy
turkish hitman
muffin man
"pole vaulting dreams shattered by penis"
ukranian high jump women
Because the most vital part of sibling rivalry is taking constant potshots at their interests
Vox kinda gives those American Psycho vibes 😬
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thinking of jesus at the gay bar again………
mission on swamp planet<3
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The last time we were on a long flight, my wife and I invented a game we call "Little Guy."
You start a game of Little Guy by saying, "I'm gonna hand you a little guy." The little guy is some kind of baby animal you are imagining. "Oh," she might say in response, "Okay," and hold out her hands for it. I will then mime handing her the animal. This provides some clues as to the little guy's size, weight, and general ungainliness.
She then gets to ask questions about what kind of little guy this is, BUT NO QUESTIONS ABOUT HIS ACTUAL APPEARANCE OR SPECIES ARE ALLOWED. Qualitative questions, or questions about his behavior, are the only ones permitted. She can ask "Is he soft?" or "Does he seem nervous about being held?" or "If I put him in the bathtub, does he seem okay with that?" or "Would he like a lil grape?" or "Is he the sort of little fellow who would wear a vest in a children's book?" but not "Does he have fur," "Is he a reptile," "Is he from Asia," etc. Some questions are in a grey area so you have to follow your heart, but the point is not to identify the animal as fast as possible: the point is to guess the animal purely based on vibes + how he would act if he were in your living room right now.
And I'm not limited to yes or no answers! If she asks, "Would it feel appropriate to see this little guy in a propeller hat?" I can reply, "Oh no, he has a gravity to him. A bowler hat would be a more appropriate hat." Or if she asks, "Does this little guy have protagonist energy?" I can say something like, "he probably wouldn't be the main character in a children's cartoon. He'd probably be the main character's ditzy best friend who's always eating sandwiches, or something."
We're big Twenty Questions to kill time in a waiting room people, but Little Guy is more about the journey than the destination. It's got a different kind of sauce that's nice if "killing time" and "lowering anxiety" need to happen hand in hand.