#b) text on their blog is hard to read

[rafesangelita]

what if rafe found kook!sweetheart!reader’s girl blog? omg and he see’s some nsfw reblogs…

warnings: use of the nickname ‘daddy’ (just once), reader is just a girl, 18+ links

“i still think i should join you in the shower..” you looked up at rafe’s reflection from your vanity, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “we both know how that’ll end.” you laughed, adjusting your robe before twisting the door knob of your bathroom. “i’ll be right out.” rafe watched as you closed the door behind you, collapsing onto your bed with a sigh. he wanted nothing more than to get you underneath your sheets and, hopefully, have his head between your thighs.

just as he felt himself growing hard at the thought of you gasping his name, he heard your phone ding!

thinking nothing of it, he glanced at the device on your nightstand, a few more notifications coming in. his eyebrows knitted in confusion. you always had your phone silenced at this time of night. fingertips itching to check what was making your phone go off, he muttered a quick ‘fuck it.’ before grabbing the damned thing. “tumblr?” he narrowed his eyes at the unfamiliar app icon.

[11:41 PM] lanasweetheart liked your post: “something about a manly man getting the bestest sleep in a pink hyperfeminine bed (he’s so babygirl 🎀)”

rafe clicked the notif, a ‘what the fuck?’ falling from his lips when a picture of him sleeping next to you lit up the screen. tapping on the profile icon, rafe was in for a surprise when all your posts were now at the tips of his fingers. “three thousand notes?” he was in disbelief that a photo of the back of his head peeking out of your pink comforter had gotten so much traction. “girls really go crazy over that shit?” he laughed, full on scrolling now.

rafe thought it was cute that all your posts consisted of photo dumps of your nights out with your girlfriends, cute selfies with freshly done makeup, nail pics, some rant posts here and there about drama he already had the full scoop on, but then he came across a tag that said ‘୨ৎ thinking thoughts’ that completely flipped his brain inside out.

bf looked so dilfy today, should i ask him for babies?

“you totally should.” he whispered to himself, tongue running across his bottom lip as he kept reading. the next post was a reblog.

gorgeous gorgeous girls pout and whine and whimper instead of using words

“yeah, you do.” rafe could feel heat starting to settle in the pit of his stomach. you were always so sweet and graceful, your boyfriend couldn’t help but feel a smidge of jealousy that an app got to see this side of you before he did.

i just want him to break me sometimes. slap me, choke me, degrade me.. rough me up a little bit that’s all :(

“holy shit.” he cleared his throat, his cock now straining against the denim material of his jeans. he would’ve happily done all of that for you if you asked, but then again maybe that was the problem. you shouldn’t have to. apart of rafe felt bad for invading your privacy like this, but man was he glad that he did.

love when daddy picks out my lingerie for the night <3

rafe’s jaw was on the ground. ‘daddy’???? oh, you were so going to get it. “what are you doing?” rafe jumped at the sound of your voice, having not heard the water to the shower stop. you were in nothing but a robe, the scent of your strawberry shampoo filling up his senses. “what am i doing?” he repeated your question, getting up as he placed your phone back on your nightstand.

“yeah.. did i get a text message or something?” your heart started pounding in your ears as you watched rafe’s eyes grow dark. “no. no text message. ‘was just looking through your filthy tumblr account.” you blinked, chest rising and falling as your blood ran cold. “oh?” you backed away with each step rafe took until you were finally blocked by your wall. “mhmm, turns out my sweet little girlfriend wants to be treated like a whore in bed.”

you swallowed thickly, a gasp leaving your lips when rafe’s hand wrapped around your throat. “wanna be roughed up?” he laughed, dragging you over to your bed before ripping the robe off of your body. “i’ll fuckin’ rough you up.”

[amethystarachnid]

Hi! 👋

I just found your blog and I'm already a fan!!

For "Love is in the Air", if it is convenient for you, may I request a "best friends to lovers" trope with FATWS Bucky?

Thanks in advance!!

BEST FRIENDS

⤷ JAMES B. “BUCKY” BARNES

ᯓ★ Pairing: James B. “Bucky” Barnes x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff, a little angst

ᯓ★ Word count: 7.3k

ᯓ★ Summary: You don't know for how long you have been in love with Bucky, your best friend, so you try to move on, but then he suggests you a double date...how will things end?.

ᯓ★ Love is in the air - Valentine's Day special game

ᯓ★ Songs & Superheroes tales - The Game (to make a request, follow the rules on the link!)

ᯓ★ MARVEL Bingo (requests open)

ᯓ★ Masterlist

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ᯓ★ English isn’t my first language and this isn’t proof read

The air is crisp tonight, carrying the scent of rain-soaked pavement and the distant hum of the city. You walk beside Bucky, the two of you taking the long way back to your apartment like always. The routine is familiar—comforting, even—but tonight feels different. Maybe it’s the way the streetlights cast a golden glow on his face, or the way his hands stay stuffed in his jacket pockets instead of gesturing as he talks. Maybe it’s just you, your own thoughts taking up too much space in your head again.

You’ve been in love with Bucky Barnes for longer than you care to admit. It crept up on you slowly, like the tide pulling in waves, until one day you realized you were drowning in it. It’s in the way your heart stumbles every time he looks at you, in the way you find yourself memorizing the exact shade of blue in his eyes when he laughs. It’s in the way you notice how he takes up space—not just physically, but in your life, in your thoughts, in everything. He’s your best friend, and you love him, and it’s terrifying.

"You're quiet tonight," Bucky says, tilting his head toward you as he walks. The metal of his arm catches the light, glinting silver and gold where the Wakandans repaired it. "Something on your mind?"

You force a smile, hoping it doesn’t look as fake as it feels. "Just tired," you lie.

Bucky doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t push. He never does. He just nods and keeps walking, boots scuffing against the pavement.

A comfortable silence stretches between you, but your thoughts won’t settle. You should say something. You should tell him. Every moment with him is another second wasted, another opportunity slipping through your fingers like sand. But the fear keeps you quiet. The fear of ruining everything, of losing him, of shattering whatever this is between you.

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye. He’s beautiful in a way that shouldn’t be possible for someone who’s been through as much as he has. The scars, the pain, the weight of everything he carries—it should make him hard, unyielding. But Bucky is soft in the ways that matter. He remembers your favorite takeout order. He lets you steal the blankets when you fall asleep on his couch. He texts you to make sure you got home safe, even if he was the one walking you to your door.

And you—you're just the coward who can't say three little words.

The two of you reach your building, and you hesitate at the steps, turning to face him. Bucky stops a step below you, bringing him just a little closer to eye level. The streetlight above flickers, buzzing faintly.

"You wanna come up for a bit?" you ask. Your voice is steady, casual, like this is just another night. Like this isn't the hundredth time you've had to swallow down the truth.

Bucky hesitates, glancing up at your window. You can see the debate in his eyes—stay or go. And then he exhales, a small, almost-smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Yeah," he says. "Yeah, okay."

Your heart does a stupid little flip, and you hate how easily he affects you.

Inside, your apartment is warm, a contrast to the chill outside. Bucky shrugs off his jacket, draping it over the back of your couch like he’s done a million times before. You watch the way his muscles shift beneath his shirt, the way the fabric clings to him just enough to be distracting. You turn away quickly, pretending to busy yourself in the kitchen.

"Beer?" you ask, opening the fridge.

"Sure," Bucky says, dropping onto your couch with a sigh. "Long day."

You grab two bottles, twisting the caps off before joining him. The couch dips slightly under his weight, and his knee brushes against yours. You try not to think about it too much as you hand him a beer.

"You wanna talk about it?" you ask, knowing full well he probably won’t.

Bucky shakes his head, taking a sip. "Not much to say. Just—people suck."

"Yeah, they do," you agree, nudging his shoulder lightly. "But not all of them."

He hums, studying the label on his beer like it holds the answers to the universe. "No. Not all of them." His gaze flickers to you then, just for a second, and something in your chest tightens.

This is the part where you say it. Where you tell him.

But you don’t.

Instead, you take a long sip of your drink, letting the fizz burn your throat.

Bucky leans his head back against the couch, closing his eyes. His metal fingers tap absently against the bottle in his lap.

"You ever think about leaving?" he asks suddenly. His voice is quiet, thoughtful.

"Leaving?" you echo, confused.

"Yeah. Just…packing up, going somewhere new. Somewhere quiet."

The thought of Bucky leaving sends a sharp pang through your chest, but you keep your expression neutral. "You thinking about running away, Barnes?"

He huffs out a quiet laugh. "Not running. Just…wondering. What it’d be like."

"You wouldn’t last a week without me," you tease, nudging his leg with your foot.

Bucky opens one eye, giving you a slow, lazy smile. "Yeah? You that sure about it?"

"Positive."

His smile fades slightly, and his gaze softens. He looks at you like he's trying to memorize something, like there's something on his mind he isn't saying. Maybe you're imagining it. Maybe you just want it to be there.

You force yourself to look away first, because if you don’t, you might do something stupid—like close the distance between you.

The silence stretches again, but this time it’s heavier. The weight of unsaid things presses down on you, suffocating.

Bucky shifts beside you, setting his beer on the coffee table. "I should probably head out," he says, though he makes no move to stand.

You want to ask him to stay. You want to say the words that have been burning in your throat for months. But the fear wins again.

"Yeah," you say instead, forcing a smile. "Thanks for hanging out."

Bucky hesitates, then nods. He stands, grabbing his jacket off the couch. He’s at the door when he pauses, glancing back at you. "You sure you’re okay?"

No.

"Yeah," you lie. "Just tired."

He studies you for a second longer, then sighs. "Alright. Get some sleep, okay?"

You nod, and then he’s gone.

The door clicks shut, and the silence that follows is deafening.

You sink back onto the couch, exhaling shakily.

You should have said something.

But you didn’t.

The days blur together after that night. You and Bucky fall back into your routine—long walks, late-night talks, shared dinners—but something shifts under the surface. You feel it in the pauses between conversations, in the moments when your eyes meet just a little too long before one of you looks away. But neither of you says anything. The words stay trapped in your throat, heavy and unresolved.

You tell yourself it’s fine. This is fine. You have him in your life, and that should be enough. It has to be.

It’s a Friday night when Bucky suggests the bar. You’ve both had long weeks, and blowing off steam with a couple of drinks doesn’t sound like the worst idea.

“C’mon,” he says, giving you that lopsided grin that makes your heart stutter. “We’ll go to that spot you like. First round’s on me.”

You can’t say no when he looks at you like that.

The bar is already buzzing when you arrive. Warm lights cast a soft glow over the crowded space, music playing just loud enough to feel it in your chest. You find a small table tucked in the corner, close enough to the bar but far enough from the chaos.

Bucky orders drinks, and you settle into your seat, watching him at the counter. He’s relaxed tonight, shoulders loose, his hair pulled back into a low tie. There’s something about seeing him like this—unguarded—that makes it even harder to keep your feelings in check.

When he comes back with your drinks, you toast silently, the clink of glasses drowned out by the noise around you.

A few drinks in, you’re both laughing, the kind of easy laughter that only comes after years of friendship. It feels good, letting go of the tension that’s been simmering between you.

“I’ll grab another round,” Bucky says, pushing back from the table.

You nod, watching as he weaves through the crowd toward the bar. It’s only when he disappears from sight that you realize how exposed you feel without him nearby. You take a sip of your drink, trying not to overthink it.

“Hey there.”

You look up to see a man standing at your table, his smile easy and confident. He’s tall, dark-haired, with sharp features and warm brown eyes. He’s attractive, undeniably so.

“Hi,” you say, surprised.

“Mind if I sit?” he asks, gesturing to the empty seat across from you.

You hesitate, glancing toward the bar where Bucky’s still waiting for the drinks. But something about the man’s demeanor—charming but not overbearing—makes you nod.

“Sure.”

He slides into the seat, his smile widening. “I’m Daniel.”

You tell him your name, and the conversation flows easily. He’s funny, attentive, and there’s a certain energy about him that makes you feel…noticed. It’s been a while since anyone’s looked at you like that, and it feels nice. Different.

“So, you here with friends?” he asks, leaning in slightly.

“Yeah, just one,” you say, gesturing toward the bar. “He’s getting drinks.”

Daniel nods, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—curiosity, maybe. “Boyfriend?”

You freeze for a second, the question hitting harder than you expect.

“No,” you say quickly, your heart sinking even as the word leaves your mouth. “Just friends.”

Daniel’s smile returns, and he reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone. “Well, in that case… can I have your number?”

You hesitate. Part of you feels like this is wrong, like you’re crossing some invisible line. But another part—the one that’s tired of waiting, tired of holding back—nudges you forward.

“Sure,” you say, forcing a smile.

You exchange numbers just as Bucky returns to the table, two fresh drinks in hand. His eyes flick to Daniel, then to you, taking in the scene with a blank expression.

“Hey,” Bucky says, his voice even, but you catch the slight edge in it.

“Hey, man,” Daniel says, standing up. “Just chatting with your friend here.”

Bucky’s jaw tenses, but he gives a short nod. “Yeah. Cool.”

Daniel turns to you, his smile softening. “I’ll text you.”

You nod, feeling Bucky’s eyes on you the entire time.

When Daniel disappears into the crowd, Bucky sits down, sliding your drink across the table. The air feels heavier now, the easy comfort from earlier slipping through your fingers.

“You make a new friend?” Bucky asks casually, though there’s something tight in his voice.

“Yeah,” you say, avoiding his gaze. “His name’s Daniel.”

Bucky hums, taking a sip of his drink. “Seems…nice.”

You glance at him, trying to read his expression, but he’s a closed book. His jaw is tight, his shoulders tense, but he doesn’t say anything else.

The conversation stutters after that. You both try to pick it back up, but the mood has shifted. You wonder if he noticed the way Daniel flirted with you, the way you smiled back. You wonder if he cares.

But he doesn’t say anything, and you don’t ask.

Later, as he walks you home, the silence is thick between you. His hands are shoved deep in his pockets, his gaze fixed ahead.

At your door, you hesitate. “Thanks for tonight,” you say quietly.

Bucky finally looks at you, his blue eyes darker in the dim light. “Yeah. Anytime.”

You wait, hoping—wishing—that he’ll say something else. Anything.

But he just gives you a small smile, the kind that doesn’t reach his eyes, and turns to leave.

You watch him go, the weight in your chest heavier than ever.

Inside, your phone buzzes with a message from Daniel. You stare at it for a long time, the words blurring together.

You don’t know what you’re doing. Or maybe you do, and that’s what scares you the most.

Meanwhile, Bucky walks the dark streets alone, his hands clenched into fists in his pockets. He tries to tell himself it doesn’t matter, that you’re free to give your number to whoever you want. But the tight knot in his chest says otherwise.

He’s not sure when it happened—when the lines blurred, when friendship stopped being enough—but tonight made it painfully clear.

And the worst part? He can’t even be mad. Because he never said anything either.

So, like always, he swallows it down and keeps walking, the city lights blurring around him.

A week passes before you see Bucky again.

It’s not on purpose. Life just gets in the way—work, errands, the quiet moments where you’re not sure if you’re still nursing a bruised ego from the bar or if you’re just overthinking it all. You and Bucky still text here and there—simple things, safe things—but it feels…off. Like there’s something lingering beneath the surface, an undercurrent you both pretend not to notice.

You’ve been texting Daniel. The guy from the bar. He’s charming—funny in a kind of self-deprecating way, and easy to talk to. Plus, he’s gorgeous. Tall, dark-haired, with an easy smile that makes you feel seen. He’s not Bucky, but maybe that’s the point.

You’ve met up with him twice since that night. Once for coffee and once for a walk through the park. Nothing serious. Nothing too intense. But he’s nice, and you’re trying—really trying—to give him a chance.

Bucky knows about Daniel. At least, he knows enough. You told him in passing, watching for any kind of reaction, but he just gave you a simple nod and a “That’s cool,” before changing the subject. The same way you reacted when he told you about Emily.

Emily.

He brought her up yesterday in a text. Apparently, Sam set them up. She’s smart, works in publishing, loves dogs, and according to Bucky, she has a laugh that “makes you wanna smile, even if you don’t get the joke.”

And then he dropped it—the idea.

A double date.

You hesitated. Long enough for him to notice.

“Could be fun,” he texted.

“Or a disaster,” you replied.

“Either way, we get free food out of it.”

So now here you are. Sitting at a small, dimly lit restaurant, across from Bucky, who looks unfairly good in a black button-down that fits him a little too well. Emily sits next to him, a bright, blonde energy wrapped in a sundress. Daniel is next to you, his arm casually resting on the back of your chair as he talks about some podcast he’s into.

You try to focus on Daniel’s words, but your eyes keep flickering to Bucky.

And Bucky? He’s watching everything.

At first, it’s subtle. A quick glance when Daniel orders a drink for you without asking. A tight smile when Daniel brings up a band he swears you love, but—you don’t. Not even a little.

“Wait, you’re into The Silver Sons too, right?” Daniel says, flashing that easy grin.

You hesitate. “Uh… not really. I think I mentioned I like The Silver Lines?”

He waves it off like it’s the same thing. “Right, right, that’s what I meant.”

You can practically feel Bucky’s stare from across the table, the corner of his mouth twitching.

Emily, blissfully unaware of the growing tension, laughs at something Bucky just said. Her hand rests on his forearm, fingers lightly tapping as she talks animatedly about her latest project at work.

You sip your wine, trying to drown the awkwardness.

But Bucky? He keeps finding flaws.

When Daniel orders your food and picks the wrong side dish, you notice the way Bucky stiffens.

“She actually prefers the garlic mashed potatoes,” Bucky says offhandedly, cutting into his steak.

Daniel blinks. “Oh. Sorry, I didn’t realize.”

You force a tight smile. “It’s fine. Really.”

Emily laughs again, leaning into Bucky, but his eyes stay on you and Daniel.

It’s unbearable. The entire night is a slow unraveling—like a loose thread neither of you can stop pulling. Every time Daniel misremembers something about you, Bucky points it out. Casually, but with a bite just beneath the surface. And every time Emily laughs too hard at something Bucky says, you feel a small, petty part of you tighten.

“Hey, excuse me,” you say suddenly, pushing back from the table.

Bucky glances up, brow furrowing.

“Can I talk to you? Outside?”

Daniel looks confused but shrugs, turning his attention to Emily.

Bucky hesitates, then nods, following you out.

The night air is cooler than you expected, a breeze brushing against your skin as you step onto the sidewalk. The city hums around you—distant traffic, muffled laughter, the faint smell of street food wafting through the air.

You turn to face Bucky, folding your arms. “What the hell was that?”

He blinks, feigning innocence. “What was what?”

“Oh, come on, Bucky. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t look away. “I was just making conversation.”

“By nitpicking everything Daniel said?”

“He didn’t even know your favorite side dish,” Bucky snaps. “Or the band you like. How hard is it to remember that?”

You stare at him, your chest tight. “Why do you even care?”

There’s a beat of silence—heavy, loaded.

Bucky swallows hard, eyes flicking away before settling back on you. “I don’t,” he lies.

You exhale sharply, frustration bubbling up. “You’ve been judging him all night. Finding reasons to hate him.”

“And you’ve been ignoring how wrong he is for you!”

The words hang there, sharp and raw.

You blink, taken aback. “What, so now you get to decide that?”

Bucky runs a hand through his hair, pacing a few steps before stopping in front of you again. “I’m just saying… you deserve someone who knows you. Who actually sees you.”

Your heart pounds, but anger wins out. “And Emily? Is that what she is to you? Someone who sees you?”

His jaw tightens, and for a moment, you think he might say something—really say something—but instead, he exhales, frustrated.

“We’re not doing this now,” he mutters.

You glare at him. “Fine. We’ll finish this later.”

He nods, the tension between you crackling, before you both turn back toward the restaurant.

But the moment you step inside, everything stops.

Emily and Daniel are at the table—kissing.

Full-on, hands-wandering, completely oblivious to the fact that you and Bucky have returned.

It takes a second for your brain to process it.

You glance at Bucky, whose face is unreadable—stone-cold, like a switch flipped.

“Seriously?” you say, loud enough to break the moment.

Emily and Daniel pull apart, both of them wide-eyed and scrambling for excuses.

“Oh my god,” Emily breathes, wiping her mouth. “I—this isn’t—”

“Yeah, I think we’re done here,” Bucky says, voice sharp but eerily calm.

Daniel stands, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I didn’t mean for—”

You hold up a hand, cutting him off. “It’s fine. Really. Just… go.”

They both fumble with their things, muttering apologies before hurrying out, leaving you and Bucky standing there, surrounded by half-eaten plates and awkward silence.

After a beat, Bucky lets out a soft, disbelieving laugh. “Well. That was… something.”

You shake your head, feeling a mix of anger and—somehow—relief. “Disastrous doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

Bucky glances at you, his shoulders relaxing for the first time all night. “Guess we dodged a bullet.”

You snort. “More like a grenade.”

For a moment, the tension eases, and it feels like the two of you again—normal, easy. But then you remember the fight. The things left unsaid.

Bucky must be thinking the same thing because he clears his throat, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “We should… talk. About earlier.”

You nod. “Yeah. We should.”

But not here. Not now.

“Let’s get out of here first,” you say, gesturing to the wreckage of the double date behind you.

Bucky gives a small, tight smile. “Lead the way.”

And as the two of you step out into the cool night again, you can’t help but wonder if this—this messy, complicated, tangled-up version of you and Bucky—is leading somewhere you’ve been too scared to go all along.

The walk back to your apartment is quiet—too quiet.

The kind of silence that hums, heavy and filled with everything neither of you are brave enough to say yet. You steal glances at Bucky as you walk side by side, the city buzzing around you. His hands are shoved deep into his jacket pockets, his jaw clenched tight, that little line between his brows deeper than usual. You know that look—he’s thinking, overthinking probably, the way he always does when something’s sitting heavy on his chest.

You clutch your keys tighter in your hand, nerves bubbling up. The disastrous double date is still replaying in your mind—Emily and Daniel kissing like it was nothing, Bucky nitpicking every little thing Daniel did, the fight outside the restaurant. And now, this. The unbearable, suffocating quiet.

You reach your building and stop at the steps. For a moment, you think he’s going to make an excuse to leave, to run before either of you say something you can’t take back. But instead, Bucky just looks at you, almost unsure, before speaking.

“Can I come up?”

His voice is rougher than usual, lower. There’s something fragile in his eyes, something you’re not sure if you want to run from or run toward.

You swallow hard. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

The two of you climb the steps, and the weight between you feels heavier than it did at the restaurant. Every heartbeat is like a countdown. You unlock your door, pushing it open, and Bucky follows you inside.

The familiar warmth of your apartment feels suffocating now. Like the walls are closing in on the mess you’re about to make.

Bucky stands awkwardly near the door as you shrug off your jacket and toss your keys onto the counter. You feel him watching you, waiting for you to say something first.

But you’re not sure you can. Your throat feels too tight.

“So…” you finally start, turning to him.

He lets out a sharp exhale, running a hand through his hair. “That was a disaster.”

“Yeah. No kidding.”

Another pause. The tension feels like it’s going to snap at any second.

“Why were you like that tonight?” The words come out sharper than you intended.

Bucky looks up at you, eyes narrowing slightly. “Like what?”

“You know exactly what I mean. Picking apart everything Daniel did. Acting like he was the worst person in the world.”

He bristles at that, taking a step forward. “I wasn’t—”

“You were,” you cut him off, frustration boiling over. “You spent the entire night pointing out every little thing he did wrong.”

“Because he doesn’t know you,” Bucky snaps, voice raising. “He didn’t know your favorite food, your music, the way you hate when someone orders for you without asking first. He didn’t know you.”

You freeze, heart racing. “And that’s your problem why?”

Bucky looks like he’s about to say something, but he clamps his mouth shut, jaw tightening.

“No,” you press, stepping toward him, anger and adrenaline mixing in your veins. “Say it, Bucky. You clearly have something to say.”

His hands ball into fists at his sides, that storm brewing behind his eyes. “Because I couldn’t stand watching it, alright? Watching him act like he knew you. Watching you pretend you liked it. It made me—” He stops, swallowing hard.

“Made you what?” you whisper, voice trembling.

His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, but he doesn’t speak.

Your heart pounds in your ears. You’re done dancing around it. You’re done holding it all in.

“It made you jealous,” you say, your voice cracking with emotion. “Because you’re in love with me, Bucky. You’ve been in love with me, and you’ve been too scared to say it. Well, guess what? So have I. I’ve been in love with you for months, and I thought if I said anything, I’d ruin this—ruin us—but I can’t keep doing this anymore.”

It’s out there now. Heavy and raw and terrifying. The truth sitting between you like a living, breathing thing.

Bucky’s eyes widen, his entire body stiffening at your words. His lips part, but no words come out.

And that’s when the crushing realization hits you—you’ve ruined it.

You can practically see the wheels turning in his head, the way he’s retreating inward, closing off. The fear and regret rise in your throat, and you feel your heart break in real time.

“I—shit, Bucky, I didn’t mean to—” You shake your head, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes.

But then, quietly, he speaks.

“I love you too.”

The words hit you like a punch to the chest. You stop breathing, blinking at him, sure you misheard.

He takes a shaky breath, running both hands through his hair before letting them fall to his sides. “I love you, and I’ve been too much of a damn coward to say it.”

Your lips part, but nothing comes out.

“I didn’t say anything because—” he lets out a harsh laugh, his voice trembling—“because I’m me. I’m still…this. Still trying to figure myself out. Still filled with all this shit I can’t shake. And you? You deserve someone who has their head on straight. Someone who doesn’t carry as much baggage as I do.”

Tears burn your eyes now, but you step closer to him, your chest aching. “Bucky…”

“But I couldn’t stand watching you with him,” he confesses, his voice cracking. “Because it was supposed to be me. It was always supposed to be me.”

The tears slip free now, hot trails down your cheeks, but you’re smiling—because it’s him. It’s always been him.

You take another step, closing the space between you. “We’re both idiots.”

Bucky lets out a soft laugh, the kind that eases the tension in the room. “Yeah. Huge idiots.”

Your eyes meet his, and for a second, everything feels like it’s finally aligned—like all the messy, complicated, broken parts of you both finally found the right place.

And then you’re moving. Or maybe he is.

But suddenly, his hands are on your face, your fingers tangling into his jacket, and his lips crash into yours.

It’s messy at first—full of months of pent-up tension and emotion, the kind of kiss that feels like letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. His lips are warm and soft, but there’s urgency there, a desperation to make up for all the lost time.

You melt into him, your entire body softening as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. His metal hand is gentle against your back, the coolness of it sending shivers up your spine.

You can feel his smile against your lips, and it makes you smile too, the kiss growing softer, slower, like the both of you realize there’s no more need to rush. You have time now. You have each other.

When you finally pull back, breathless and grinning, his forehead rests against yours. His eyes are shining, filled with so much emotion it makes your heart ache.

“So,” he murmurs, brushing a thumb across your cheek, “guess this makes us official?”

You laugh, tears and happiness mixing in your chest. “We haven’t even been on a real date yet.”

He chuckles, pulling you closer. “Guess we kinda skipped that part.”

“I don’t mind,” you say softly, tracing your fingers along his jaw. “I’ve waited long enough for this.”

He smiles—really smiles—and for the first time in a long time, it reaches his eyes.

“Well,” he says, his voice low, “how about we start with breakfast tomorrow? A real date.”

You grin. “It’s a plan.”

And then he kisses you again—slow and sweet—and this time, there’s no rush. No fear. Just you and him, finally exactly where you were always meant to be.

The sun is barely peeking through the curtains when you feel it—the familiar weight of Bucky’s arm slung across your waist, his face buried against your neck. His warm breath fans across your skin as he mumbles something incoherent, still half-asleep, but his hold on you tightens, like he’s afraid you might disappear if he lets go.

“Bucky,” you whisper, not really wanting to move but feeling the slight cramp in your legs from being in the same position for too long.

He groans, his metal arm wrapping around you too now, practically cocooning you against him. “No. Stay.”

You can’t help but smile, your heart warming at the sheer neediness in his voice. This has become a pattern��every morning, Bucky wakes up wrapped around you like his life depends on it, refusing to let you go even when the sun’s fully up and the smell of coffee is drifting through the apartment.

“You’re so clingy,” you tease, running your fingers through his messy hair.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes soft but laced with a hint of worry. “You mind?”

It’s such a simple question, but it holds so much weight. You know what he’s really asking. He’s asking if it’s too much—if he’s too much.

You shake your head immediately, your fingers trailing down to cup his cheek. “I love it, Bucky. I love you.”

His shoulders relax at that, and a slow smile spreads across his face. “Good. ‘Cause I don’t think I can stop.”

“Don’t. I like having my own personal heater.”

He laughs, the sound low and gravelly, before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

You lie there for a while longer, tangled up in each other, until your stomach growls loud enough to make Bucky chuckle.

“Sounds like someone needs breakfast,” he teases, finally releasing you from his grasp.

You stretch your arms above your head, grinning. “I think someone promised me pancakes today.”

Bucky sits up, raking a hand through his hair. “I did. And I’m a man of my word.”

Getting out of bed is a slow process, mostly because Bucky keeps finding excuses to pull you back in for one more kiss. But eventually, you’re both dressed and out the door, hand in hand as you walk down the street to your favorite breakfast spot.

It’s a little diner on the corner—nothing fancy, but it’s cozy and has the best pancakes you’ve ever had. Bucky insists on sitting on the same side of the booth as you, his thigh pressed against yours, his arm draped over your shoulders. It’s a simple thing, but it makes your heart flutter every time.

The waitress comes over with two cups of coffee, already knowing your orders by heart. Bucky smiles at her before turning back to you, his fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on your arm.

“This is nice,” he says softly, as if the realization is just sinking in.

You look around the diner—the clinking of dishes, the soft hum of conversation, the sunlight streaming through the windows—and then back at him. “Yeah, it really is.”

You eat in comfortable silence, stealing bites from each other’s plates. Bucky pretends to be scandalized when you take a forkful of his pancakes, but you can see the amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Hey! Those are mine,” he says, though he makes no move to stop you.

You grin, mouth full. “Should’ve ordered more if you didn’t want to share.”

He shakes his head, laughing under his breath. “You’re lucky I like you.”

After breakfast, you wander through the nearby park, the crisp morning air making your breath visible. Bucky keeps your hand in his the entire time, occasionally stopping just to pull you into a kiss, like he can’t help himself.

These mornings become a routine—simple, quiet, but filled with so much warmth. You try different breakfast spots around the city, some fancy, some hole-in-the-wall, but it’s never really about the food. It’s about the time together, the way Bucky looks at you like you’re the most important thing in his world, the way he instinctively reaches for you, like he needs to feel you close.

You start to notice more and more how touch-starved he really is. It’s in the small things—the way his hand always finds yours, even when you’re just watching TV. The way he’ll come up behind you in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. The way he sleeps almost on top of you, as if the closeness helps keep the nightmares at bay.

One morning, a few weeks into your breakfast tradition, you’re sitting at a tiny café with outdoor seating. It’s chilly, but Bucky insisted on sitting outside, claiming the fresh air was good for him. You’re bundled up in your jacket, sipping on a hot latte, when you notice Bucky watching you intently.

“What?” you ask, smiling at him over the rim of your cup.

He shakes his head, his eyes filled with something soft and unspoken. “Nothing. Just… this is more than I ever thought I’d have.”

You reach across the table, taking his hand in yours. “You deserve this, Bucky. You deserve to be happy.”

He swallows hard, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I didn’t think I could be. Not really. But you… you make me feel like I can.”

Your heart aches at the vulnerability in his voice. You squeeze his hand. “You’re not broken, Bucky. You never were.”

He looks down for a moment before meeting your eyes again, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“And you’re the clingiest boyfriend ever,” you tease, trying to lighten the mood.

He laughs, the sound full and genuine. “Guilty.”

You spend the rest of the morning wandering around the city, stopping into little shops, Bucky’s arm always around you. He buys you a pastry from a bakery just because you mentioned once that you liked their croissants. It’s small gestures like that that make you fall for him even harder.

Eventually, the topic of telling Sam comes up.

“We should probably tell him,” you say one evening, curled up on the couch together.

Bucky groans, burying his face in your shoulder. “He’s never gonna let me live it down.”

You laugh, running your fingers through his hair. “He already knows, Bucky. He’s been waiting for this since forever.”

“He’s gonna be so smug.”

“He deserves it. He’s been our biggest supporter.”

Bucky sighs dramatically but agrees.

When you finally meet up with Sam, it’s at a small bar you all like. Sam’s already there, two beers in front of him, when you and Bucky walk in hand in hand.

Sam looks up, taking in the sight of you two together, and immediately bursts out laughing.

“I knew it!” he says, pointing a finger at Bucky. “I told you this would happen!”

Bucky rubs the back of his neck, sheepish. “Yeah, yeah. You were right.”

Sam stands up, pulling you both into a hug. “I’m happy for you guys. Took you long enough.”

You all sit down, the conversation flowing easily. Sam teases Bucky relentlessly, but it’s all good-natured, and Bucky takes it in stride.

At one point, Sam leans over to you. “You know he’s a total softie now, right?”

You laugh. “Oh, I know. He’s the clingiest person I’ve ever met.”

Bucky glares playfully at both of you but doesn’t deny it.

It’s moments like this—simple, filled with love and laughter—that make you realize just how much your life has changed.

And you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

The room is cloaked in soft darkness, the hum of the city faint beyond the windows. You're wrapped in Bucky’s arms, his chest rising and falling steadily against your back, the cool metal of his vibranium arm resting around your waist. It’s moments like this — peaceful, quiet — where you feel him relax the most, where the weight of his past seems to lift just enough for him to breathe freely.

You shift slightly under the covers, careful not to disturb him, feeling the deep rumble of his breathing as he sleeps. He’s been doing better lately — fewer nightmares, more restful nights — and you hoped, maybe, they were starting to fade. But part of you always knew they lingered beneath the surface, waiting for a crack to break through.

You’re drifting between sleep and wakefulness when you feel it — the subtle shift in his breathing. At first, it’s nothing, just a hitch in his chest, but then his grip on you tightens, the vibranium arm coiling closer, colder.

“Bucky?” you whisper softly, still half-asleep, but something about the tension in his body makes your heart race.

There’s no response — only the feeling of his metal fingers tightening around you, moving upwards from your waist to your chest. You shift, trying to gently wake him, but then the coolness of the vibranium presses against your throat.

“Bucky!” you call out, sharper now, panic seeping into your voice.

His metal arm locks around your neck, not crushing but firm enough that your breath catches, your pulse hammering in your ears. You claw at his wrist, not out of fear, but desperate to wake him. His breathing is erratic now, harsh gasps tearing through his chest as if he’s in the depths of a nightmare, trapped.

“Bucky, it’s me! Wake up!” you shout again, your fingers gripping his arm.

For a second, there’s nothing — just the terrifying strength of his hold — but then, like a switch flipping, his eyes snap open. Wild, glassy, unfocused. His entire body jerks, and his metal arm releases you instantly, his face contorting in horror as he scrambles away from you, nearly falling off the bed.

“Y/N! Oh my God—” His voice cracks, his chest heaving as he stares at you, eyes wide with pure panic.

You cough, your hand instinctively reaching for your throat where his arm had been, though there’s barely a mark — just the faintest hint of pressure lingering on your skin.

“I didn’t— I didn’t mean to—” Bucky stammers, his hands shaking, one metal and one flesh, as he backs further away. He’s on the edge of the bed now, looking like he’s about to bolt.

“Bucky, it’s okay,” you say quickly, your voice still hoarse but gentle.

But he’s already spiraling, his head shaking furiously. “I— I could’ve killed you. I almost— I had my arm—” His breathing is ragged, bordering on hyperventilating.

You move toward him carefully, trying not to spook him further, but he flinches when you get too close. The look on his face rips through you — pure terror mixed with disgust, not at you, but at himself.

“Bucky, listen to me. I’m fine.”

His eyes are fixed on your throat, as if expecting to see bruises forming. “I— I felt it. I was— I could’ve crushed—”

“You didn’t,” you insist, your hands reaching out, though he stays frozen, his body taut with tension. “I’m here. I’m breathing. You stopped before anything happened.”

But the guilt is already sinking deep into him, like poison. “I can’t— I can’t stay here. What if it happens again? What if I don’t stop next time?”

“You did stop,” you say, firmer now, moving closer despite his protests. “Bucky, you woke up. You let go.”

He swallows hard, but his eyes are glassy, rimmed red with unshed tears. “I can’t trust myself. I can’t—”

You close the gap between you, kneeling in front of him even as his hands fist into the sheets, his whole body trembling. You reach for his metal hand, hesitating just a beat before placing yours over it.

His fingers twitch under your touch, but he doesn’t pull away.

“You think I’m scared of you?” you ask softly.

“You should be,” he growls, though his voice breaks mid-sentence, pain lacing every word.

“I’m not,” you whisper. “I know you. I know your heart, Bucky. That wasn’t you — it was a nightmare. And the second you woke up, you stopped.”

“I could’ve hurt you.”

“But you didn’t,” you press, guiding his metal hand to rest over your heart. “Feel that? I’m okay. I’m here.”

His fingers tremble against your chest, and when he finally looks up at you, tears spill over, slipping silently down his cheeks.

“I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you.”

Your own throat tightens at his words, your heart breaking in your chest. “You deserve everything good in this world, Bucky. Even if you don’t see it yet.”

He lets out a choked sob, his body sagging forward until his forehead presses against your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close, feeling the weight of him as he finally lets himself collapse into you.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers against your skin.

“I know,” you murmur, running your fingers through his hair. “But you don’t have to be. Not for this.”

It takes a long while for his breathing to steady, for the tremors to leave his hands, but eventually, you feel the tension begin to ease from his body.

You guide him back onto the bed gently, though he hesitates, his eyes flicking to his metal arm like it’s the enemy.

“I don’t know if I can—” he starts, but you cut him off.

“You can,” you say firmly. “Lay with me. Please.”

He swallows hard, but when you lie back against the pillows and open your arms, he finally gives in, moving slowly, cautiously, until his head rests against your chest.

At first, his body remains rigid, his breathing shallow, but as your fingers comb through his hair and your heartbeat thuds steadily beneath his ear, he starts to melt into you. His metal arm, which had been curled tightly against his side, now hesitantly moves, wrapping around your waist, though his touch is featherlight, as if still scared to hold on too tightly.

You press a soft kiss to the crown of his head. “See? You’re okay. We’re okay.”

His voice is muffled against your chest when he finally speaks again. “I was back there. In the chair. I could feel it. I could hear them.”

You tighten your arms around him, feeling the weight of his confession settle deep inside you. “But you’re not there anymore. You’re here. With me.”

His fingers dig lightly into your side, seeking more contact, more grounding. “I was so scared. Of what I might do.”

“I know,” you whisper, tears pricking your eyes. “But you fought it, Bucky. You won.”

There’s a long silence, filled only with the soft sound of your breathing. And then, finally, you feel him fully relax, his head heavy against your chest, his body no longer trembling.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers again, but this time, there’s less conviction in his voice.

“You deserve love, Bucky. You deserve peace,” you say, running your fingers through his hair, feeling his body sag deeper into yours.

It takes time, but eventually, his breathing evens out, and you realize he’s fallen asleep — this time, peacefully, safely, his head cradled against your heart.

You hold him there, vowing silently that you’ll be here for all of it — the nightmares, the darkness, and the moments of light that you know will only grow stronger.

Because if there’s one thing you know for certain, it’s this: Bucky Barnes is worth fighting for. Even when he can’t see it himself.

[starlost-maniac]

I Slept with My Boss - Ch 10

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DNI

Warnings/genre: SMUT, piv, pia, protected sex, one night stand, mxf, mxm, multiple orgasms, multiple partners, club/drinks, voyeurism, pet names, daddy kink, double pen, oral, color system, squirting

Pairing: ot8 SKZ x fem!reader

dividers made by @cafekitsune

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"The things you do to me, pup." Seungmin whispers against your skin. He gently squeezes your waist with his arms, holding you close to him.

"You came to my club twice, not wearing a bra. I think you were hoping to see Innie and I again, hmm?" He nips your neck. You don't vocally respond, but press back against him, making him chuckle. He moves his hands up to your breasts and softly grabs them.

"I hope you two aren't fucking in there without me." I.N calls from down the hall, making you and Seungmin laugh.

"Let's get you into something comfy for the night." Seungmin squeezes your breasts once before letting go. He goes to your closet and pulls out a large t-shirt. Going back to you, he puts it on you, teasing you by not putting your head through the hole. You laugh and get yourself into your shirt as he grabs your dress off the floor.

"Let's go sit with Innie, pup, before he comes in to see if we're fucking." Seungmin grins at you. You smile and shake your head. You go to your door, opening it and are met with I.N standing there, hand raised to knock on your door. He stares at you with wide eyes before he smiles down at you.

"Hi darling." He reaches to you, moving some of your hair from your face. "I thought you two were in here having fun without me." He chuckles.

"Not too much fun. I promise." You smile, stepping around him to go down the hall to the living room. I.N quickly wraps his arms around you and picks you up. You gasp in surprise and hold his arms tight.

"I won't drop you, darling. I promise." Seungmin grabs your phone off your bed before following you and I.N to the living room. I.N sits down on your couch, putting you in his lap. Seungmin sits next to you both, back against the arm rest, side against the back of the couch, his knee bent and leg parallel to I.N's. He passes you your phone and you thank him.

You check it to see if there's any messages, seeing there's one from a group chat with Minho and Han. Minho pointing out that you scratched up Han's back, with Han defending you saying he enjoyed it, making you smile. Another chat from Hyunjin and Changbin saying they both miss you and that you need to come do art and to the gym again. Then a new group chat between you and all of them, with Seungmin and I.N explaining what happened and that they're with you right now. You frown a bit when you read the texts from I.N, since Seungmin was with you, he couldn't explain.

"Hey, pup." Seungmin plucks your phone from your hands, making you look at him. "No sad faces, or Innie and I will fuck the sadness from you. And we won't be gentle." He smirks.

"We remember how much you liked it last time." I.N pulls you flat against him, nipping your bare shoulder. You tilt your head to the side a bit.

"And what if I want that?" You ask quietly.

"Then you'll get it. But first," I.N gently pats your thighs. "Relax a bit. I know it's late, but relax with us, watch some TV. I can feel how tense you are." He bites you a little hard, making you gasp.

"I don't think biting me like that will make me relax, Innie.." You grumble playfully.

"We could both bite you elsewhere, darling." I.N teases. You groan and lean back against him, letting your body relax.

"Good puppy." Seungmin places a hand on your bare thigh. Keeping your head facing your tv, you stick your tongue out at him. Seungmin raises his brow at you and pulls the leg he's got his hand on open, quickly rubbing you hard through your soaked panties. You gasp loudly and look at him.

"Behave." He says as I.N laughs behind you. You pout and cross your arms. Seungmin smirks and leans over to kiss your cheek before settling back. Seungmin looks at his phone as he felt it vibrate in his lap, seeing that Chan texted asking how you were doing. He sneakily takes a picture of you sitting in I.N's lap, the two of you watching tv, sending it to Chan with the message, 'she's pouting cause Innie and I won't fuck her yet'

Chan tells him to be nice and to treat you well, especially after what happened at the club. Seungmin sends a thumbs up before setting his phone down. You shift a bit on I.N's lap, trying to get a little more comfortable. I.N groans a bit, playfully bucking his hips up into your ass.

"You feeling relaxed yet, puppy?" Seungmin tilts his head at you. You stick your tongue out at him again, making him snort with a laugh. He motions for I.N to put you in his lap, which he does. Seungmin holds you in his lap, one arm around your waist, the other playing with the waistband of your panties under the bottom of your shirt.

I.N smirks, slipping one hand under your shirt to play with your nipples, making the buds hard. You gasp and moan softly, laying back against Seungmin, the older of the two slipping his hand into your underwear, slowly rubbing your folds.

"I think she's relaxed, hyung." I.N's eyes flick from you to Seungmin and back.

"I think she is too, Innie." Seungmin slips a finger between your folds, lightly rubbing your clit. You squirm in Seungmin's hold a little, trying to get more friction from his finger. "What's wrong, puppy?" He teases, a whine escapes your throat.

"Please.." You whimper again a little.

"Please, what, darling?" I.N lightly flicks your nipple, sending a shock through you.

"More, please..please I want to feel you.." You whine again when Seungmin lightly rubs your clit again. Both boys let out a chuckle. Seungmin takes his hand out of your panties before lifting your hips to take it off you. Once you're settled again, he rubs your clit in quick rough circles. Your back arches some as you let out a breathy moan.

"Keep making those pretty sounds, puppy. Don't stop." Seungmin bites your neck as he slides his hand down your heat, pushing a finger inside you. I.N moves so he's kneeling on your couch. He lifts your shirt and grins, seeing the multiple hickies from his boyfriends. Leaning down, he latches onto the skin of your breasts, adding his own to mix with the older men's marks before latching onto your nipple.

Seungmin adds two more fingers, quickly thrusting them into your cunt, pressing on your spongy spot. You feel the coil in your belly tighten fast. Arching against them, you moan their names and cum hard. Seungmin continues finger fucking you through your high. He groans when he feels you clench around his fingers.

"I can't wait to feel you around my cock again, pup. I've missed feeling you." Seungmin mumbles against your neck. I.N let's go of your nipple with a pop, grinning wide. He steps back and takes his shirt off. "Are you ready?" He kisses your skin.

"Yeah, I'm ready. I'm green." You nod. Seungmin pats your legs, wanting you to stand up. You stand, him following not long after. Seungmin pulls his shirt off just as I.N grabs yours, slowly pulling it up over your head. Both boys groan at the sight of you, their pants sporting an obvious bulge. Seungmin grabs the hair at the back of your head, pulling your head back some as he smashes his lips into yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You moan into his mouth as your tongues clash together, your hands going up to his chest.

Seungmin undoes his pants with his other hand, pushing them and his boxers down enough where he can step out of them. His free hand goes around you to your lower back, pulling you close to him, making you feel how hard he is.

"You did this to me, puppy." He kisses you deeply. "I want you to fix it." He bites your lower lip before pulling away. He sits back on your couch, legs spread wide. You immediately kneel between his legs and grasp his leaking cock. You lick the tip before slowly licking down his length. Seungmin watches you, smirk playing on his lips. His eyes flick behind you as I.N stands behind you as he slowly strokes his cock, watching you licking Seungmin.

I.N kneels behind you, landing a sharp smack to your ass, massaging it right after. You yelp out as you feel the sting but don't look back. Seungmin's gaze flicks back to you and gathers your hair into a ponytail. You lick back up to his tip and slowly slide as much of him into your mouth as you could. I.N grabs his cock and rubs himself through your folds, wetting himself with your slick.

"She's so fucking wet, hyung." The younger one says, lining his tip up with your entrance. You groan around Seungmin when you feel the stretch of I.N entering you.

"Such a good little pup, taking us in two of your holes." You clench around I.N at Seungmin's light praise. Seungmin starts moving your head on his cock as you suck and lick. You moan around him, sending vibrations through him. He groans as he watches you, eyes occasionally moving to I.N as his boyfriend fucks your cunt at a slow pace. You push back against little, wanting him to fuck you faster. He smacks your ass again instead.

"Don't rush me, darling." He rubs your cheek where he just smacked. You groan and whine, sucking and licking Seungmin as he starts to thrust up into your mouth a bit. Tears start to well in your eyes when he hits the back of your throat.

"Tap my leg, pup, if you need us to stop, ok?" You nod a little in confirmation. "Good girl." I.N groans agains when you clench hard around him. Finally picking up the pace, he places his right hand on your left hip, fucking into you at an angle now. He fucks into you so hard, he keeps pushing you forward into Seungmin. You moan and hollow your cheeks, sucking Seungmin hard.

"Fucking hell, puppy. You are so fucking good." Seungmin groans loudly. You suck on him harder as you clench around I.N, cumming around his cock. I.N groans low, holding onto both of your hips, he fucks into you relentlessly.

"Such a good fucking slut, aren't you darling?" He grunts and mumbles. "Our good little slut. Fuck.." I.N growls a bit as he cums deep into you, thrusting his hips into you hard as he cums. You moan loud, sending vibrations through him. Seungmin groans and holds your head down on his cock, cumming in your mouth and down your throat. He releases you when you swallow everything. You pull Seungmin's cock out of your mouth and smile up at him. He chuckles and looks up at I.N. The younger finally stilling his hips.

"How you feeling, Innie?" Seungmin smirks.

"I'm great. I've fucking missed this cunt." He slips out of you, using two fingers to push his cum back into you, a soft moan slipping from your lips. Seungmin chuckles and adjusts on the couch, patting his lap, wanting you to come up. You stand up and climb into his lap, straddling his legs. He holds your hips and slouches down a bit, sliding underneath you.

I.N steps up behind you, leaning down to bite across the back of your neck and shoulders. He grips your ass, having you move so Seungmin can slide into you. You hold onto Seungmin's shoulders as he stretches you. The older of the two watches as he disappears inside of you, groaning loudly.

"Fucking hell, puppy. Still so fucking tight for us." Seungmin pushes your hips down so he was entirely inside you. He bucks his hips up into you as he pushes you down. You moan out, eyes closing. I.N puts his hand on your back and pushes you forward so you're leaning against Seungmin. Putting his tip up to your ass, he pushes inside you, cock still covered in your slick, and groans at the tightness. You gasp and let out a long lewd moan.

"God, darling. So perfect for us." I.N mumbles as he bottoms out. Both boys groan deeply as they feel how tight you are, stuffed with both their cocks. They both still themselves as they let you adjust.

"What's the color, pup?" Seungmin asks, gently massaging your hips.

"Green." You mumble out, breath warm on Seungmin's neck.

"Good." Seungmin grabs your ass as he starts fucking up into you as I.N leans forward, pressing his chest to your back, one hand gripping the back of your couch, the other gripping the back of Seungmin's head, pulling it back a bit. I.N groans as he looks at Seungmin.

"So damn hot when you're fucking her, hyung." He mumbles before kissing Seungmin deeply, both men fucking into you harder. You moan loudly between them when their thrusts match up and they're pushing in you at the same time. You clench around them, hands gripping onto either of the boys.

"Fuck you, Innie." Seungmin chuckles when I.N pulls back from the kiss.

"Little preoccupied with our girl, hyung." I.N smirks, thrusting up into you as deep as he can, making you moan his name loudly. "Maybe later." The younger man winks. Seungmin shakes his head as I.N wraps his arm around you, pulling you back against his chest when he sits up. I.N gently wraps one hand around your throat, the other going down to your clit.

Seungmin moves his hands to your breasts, pinching your nipples. You moan their names again as you arch and cum hard again, clenching around them both. I.N gently squeezes your neck, making your orgasm more intense.

"One more, pup. Give us one more." Seungmin groans out, watching your fucked out face. He lets go of your breasts, leaning forward to bite on the skin. He sucks a few hickeys across them before sucking harshly on your nipple, making you gasp. I.N chuckles and loosens his grip on your neck, rubbing your clit faster, overstimulating you. You whine out.

"Seungmin said one more, darling. Gotta give us one more." He grinds into your ass slowly. You arch your back a bit, tears start streaming down your cheeks. Seungmin pulls back from your breast, stopping his thrusts.

"Color, puppy?" He looks at you.

"Green. A little much, but green." You manage to sputter out. Seungmin nods.

"Innie, take her and lay on the couch." I.N nods and carefully lifts you off Seungmin, careful to not pull himself out and lays on his back with you on top of him. Seungmin gets up and moves between your legs, pushing his cock back into you. You moan his name loudly. Both men hold you so they can continue fucking into you fast and hard. Seungmin moving one hand to your clit, one of I.N's moving to your breast. They continue their ministrations, loving the sounds they pull out of you.

"I-I'm close.." you moan out. Seungmin rubs your clit faster as they both grind into you. You arch your back and clench around them hard as you cum again. They both coo at you before they both thrust into you at the same time and cum deep into you. All three of you are breathing hard, Seungmin reaches up to gently wipe your face of the tears.

"Let me find a rag. You did good puppy." He leans down to kiss your forehead softly before pulling out of you to find your bathroom. I.N lays there with you on his chest still, softening cock still in you.

"You did good, darling. We are going to get you cleaned up, and get you to bed, ok?" He gently rubs your belly. You nod sleepily. Seungmin comes back after a moment with a wet cloth and gently cleans you up as I.N carefully pulls himself out of you, both of you groaning. Seungmin gently picks you up and carries you to your room, which he found while looking for the bathroom.

"Let's get you tucked in, and Innie and I will head out, ok?" Seungmin says as he lays you on your bed.

"Stay..please?" You look at him with tired eyes. Seungmin smiles softly. It sometimes startles you how they go from being so dominant to so sweet.

"Let me go and get Innie then, ok?" He moves your hair off your face before walking to the door. You watch him leave, fighting the urge to fall asleep. Both men come back a few minutes later.

"Sorry, darling. Just wanted to clean up the mess we made before coming in." I.N smiles at you. They climb in on either side of you, Seungmin pulling you close to him, your back flush against his front. I.N moves closer to you both, pressing his front to yours. He kisses you softly before moving to kiss Seungmin. You smile sleepily before falling asleep.

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the sun + the sand - pt. six - the proposition

↳PAIRING: bff!rafe cameron x fem!reader

↳SUMMARY:you have a stalker, but your best friend rafe won't let anything happen to you, even if he has to come clean about how he really feels.

↳WARNINGS: mentions of stalking, blackmail, inappropriate behavior (not from rafe), protective!rafe, etc.

↳A/N: this is a repost from my old blog @illicitfixations + @lovelornanonymity. all of my works are being reposted to this one + the previous blog has been deactivated.

The aluminum of the boat you sat in swayed back and forth, the ebb and flow of the current beneath it creating a rocking pattern against your skin. It had always made you nauseous – being on the water. There was something about the unsteady, uncoordinated movement of the waves that reminded you how much you were like them, floating through life with no destination. You had always followed what everyone else was doing and when you were drowning, Rafe clung to you; he had always been the life vest protecting you amidst the water trying to permeate your lungs. The nausea was overwhelming as you listened to Pope spew facts he had learned at the science camp he had spent the first few weeks of his summer at; his obsession with becoming a coroner shining through as he led the conversation. You couldn’t quite wrap your mind around what was being said the same way John B’s arm draped around your shoulders, you should’ve been enjoying affection from a boy, especially one so sought after. But, you couldn’t because really, it all felt wrong. It always did when you spent time with this crowd. Though the blue and pink hues of the decorated cotton candy sky was a nice addition to your sunset boat ride, you still felt out of place. You knew you would no matter what. Even after John had practically begged you like a puppy to join the gang for this rendezvous, promising JJ would be nowhere in sight – it still felt odd and wrong to be there, to be amidst his friends, when all you could think about was Rafe. You were torn away from the thoughts that your brain was creating at the speed of light as your phone chimed. 

Unknown: you look so beautiful today. 

The screen read a sweet message and you wondered who it was from, it couldn’t be Rafe. If he was going to say something sweet, he wouldn’t text you from a private number. You quickly closed and locked your phone thinking it must be nothing more than a wrong number, even though the compliment gave you the resemblance of butterflies in your gut. 

Unknown: don’t ignore me. 

This time as your phone chimed, the message changed in tone and you decided to reply – a snarky, sarcastic comment for the person who remained anonymous was what you dished out. 

To unknown: It’s hard to reply when I don't know who I’m speaking to. 

As quickly as you had hit send, another message appeared in the queue. 

Unknown: watch your mouth or I'll gut you like a fish. 

You swallowed thickly at the words that littered your screen, unsure of who was behind them. You couldn’t think of anyone who would talk to you like that unless it was one of your boys playing a joke. But quickly pushed away the thought. Surely, they’d never speak to you that way even if they were kidding, or so you hoped. 

“Are you alright, y/n?” 

John B’s voice echoed against your ears as tears pricked your eyes and panic rose through your chest, the walls of your heart contracting simultaneously, you subconsciously recognized the tells of an anxiety attack creeping its way up your throat. John B’s lack of awareness, lack of knowing you the way Rafe did was just one more reason why you needed to be away from him. 

“R-rafe, take me to Rafe. Please.” 

You begged and he nodded though reluctant, wanting you to trust him and confide in him the same way that you did Rafe. He wanted you to be his peach, to regard him in your heart the same way you regarded the Cameron boy, though part of him knew it would never happen. Girls like you weren’t meant to end up with guys like him and even if you loved him in the same way he loved you, he knew Rafe Cameron would die before he ever let it happen. 

-

John B barely had time to get the hms pogue adjacent to the Cameron’s dock before you jumped off the ledge, clearing the width between the aluminum and the wood of the pier. You needed Rafe and you needed him now, it left no time for pleasantries and frankly, you didn’t care about the routledge boy enough to provide him with a false sense of comfort, a false sense that you were his when you weren’t. So, you did what you knew how to – you ran. Your feet padded against the wood of the dock as fast as they could, your breath uneven as you made it to the end and scoured the property for your person. He stood by Kelce and Topper at the pool, his tan skin stretched across broad shoulders, muscles contracting as he laughed and sipped from the red solo cup in his hand. You made your way toward him, almost knocking him over as you latched on to him like a child after losing their parents in the grocery store. 

“I know those arms, anywhere.” 

He chuckled against you, leaning into you as you hugged him from behind. You stilled against him, muscles retracting in relief as just his aura brought you an immeasurable amount of peace. His laughter stopped as he felt tiny drops hit the skin at the middle of his spine and before you could protest he turned around, taking you in. His blue orbs searched you for injury, it wasn’t like you to look so panicked, especially in public settings. This behavior was not like you in any sense and he couldn’t figure out for the life of him what was going on. So, he did what he did best. He picked you up, guiding your arms and legs around his neck and torso in a koala like hold and carried you to his bedroom, knowing that whatever was plaguing you couldn’t be shared in front of the other two stooges. As he entered the threshold of his bedroom, he placed you onto the blue satin sheets that you loved so much, the coolness against your skin was already soothing you as Rafe parted your knees and wedged his body between them, balancing on the balls of his feet. Your eyes remained focused on the tan skin of his chest, his pectoral muscles built to such a degree that it made him look like a c-cup. You smiled briefly at the thought. 

“Peach, baby, what’s going on?” 

He asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and rubbing his thumb across the skin of your cheek. 

“I-, were you and the boys sending me weird texts earlier?” 

You stuttered as you asked, afraid of his answer being yes, but also afraid of it being no. You wanted so badly for it to be a practical joke and for you not to have a reason to be scared. 

“No, baby. Why would you ask that?” 

You didn’t respond, simply handing over the phone, placing it in his hands and watching as he took in the conversation. His eyes darted back and forth as read the contents of the screen, stopping only when he was finished. 

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” 

He questioned, remaining in his spot between your legs. 

“I’m fine – that’s the last thing I need to hear right now, Rafe.” 

He swallowed thickly before retorting. 

“Well, what do you need to hear? What am I supposed to say about this? About you showing up on my doorstep every time you’re in trouble?” 

His words stung – he knew they had, shit, they had felt like vomit expelling from him, the twist of his insides after he lurched over the toilet ever present. That’s what he felt as he watched your face contort in sadness. 

“I don’t know, tell me this is fake, that it’s a joke, that I don’t have a reason to be scared. I mean, this paired with all the other weird shit, it just, I don’t know, okay? Sorry – I’ll go. I just didn’t know what to do. But, hey – I’ll figure it out.” 

You said, swaying on your feet as you stood, preparing to walk away from the room of the boy you loved. Your brain didn’t process any of what he said in normal emotion, it only registered that he was sick of you and you were adding stress to him and that was the last thing you ever wanted to do. He pulled you in by your wrist, making your face collide with the muscles of his chest as he rubbed your hair away from your face and craned his neck to plant a kiss on your forehead. 

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean that the way it came out. I want to help you, okay? You are not going to navigate this by yourself, peach. I’d die if something happened to you. Now, I think I may have an idea.” 

You pulled your head away from his chest, meeting his eyes with question laced in yours. 

“What did you have in mind?” 

You asked, moving to sit on the bed again and Rafe followed your lead, plopping down parallel to you before turning to face you. 

“Well – it seems like all this stuff is related, that weirdo at your house and these texts. I’m worried someone is stalking you, sweetheart.” 

He said, blue eyes boring into yours and you had to fight the urge to laugh at him. 

“Stalking? Come on, Rafe – as if. I’m not special enough for someone to stalk me.” 

You muttered.

“Peach – yes you are. Just because you can’t see that, doesn’t mean it’s not possible, baby.” 

He replied, grabbing your hands in his. 

“Okay, so what’s your big idea? I mean what are we supposed to do? We don’t even know who it could be.”  

You stated matter-of-factly. 

“I think we should be boyfriend and girlfriend.”

He replied and you were shell-shocked, the question and confusion written on your face. 

“Huh? Like for real?” 

You asked. 

“I mean – I need to protect you and come on, it’s not so far off for us, is it? The idea of being your fake boyfriend for a while, I mean. No one will come near you if you’re with me, sweetheart and it just means more time with my Georgia peach.” 

He said, smiling from ear-to-ear. 

“How long are we supposed to keep this up?” 

You questioned. ‘Forever, I hope’ he thought as he stared into your sweet face. 

“As long as it takes.” 

He replied, pushing his thoughts down. 

“Okay, but we have to make it look real, Rafe. People will figure it out otherwise, we can’t just act like we usually do.” 

You said and he curled his eyebrow upward. 

“What do you propose, Peach?” 

He asked.

“I mean – we could kiss?” 

You said, almost in the form of a question and he leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours. You were shocked, mostly because it felt the way it was supposed to, the way you had always daydreamed about, electricity running from your mouth to the tips of your toes. You pulled away after a moment and looked at him. 

“Just practicing.” 

He said, a smirk lifting on one side of his mouth. You couldn’t help but smile and wished so badly that one day, this would all be real. 

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[communist-manifesto-daily]

Reading theory can be hard.

But there's no reason we can't make it easier.

What began as a blog to post the Communist Manifesto bit by bit in an accessible manner has expanded to include other communist and socialist texts.

The text itself will be reformatted to Tumblr's native post editor, and split into about 600-700 words per post. (At 250 words per minute, it's just under a 3-minute read.) Footnotes will be placed next to relevant sentences and passages for improved readability.

We are currently reading Socialism: Utopian and Scientific by Friedrich Engels.

Tagging System

#communist manifesto daily - All posts on this blog will be tagged with this.

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#the communist manifesto - Posts containing the Communist Manifesto.

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The Communist Manifesto Table of Contents

Manifesto of the Communist Party I. Bourgeois and Proletarians II. Proletarians and Communists III. Socialist and Communist Literature 1. Reactionary Socialism A. Feudal Socialism B. Petty-Bourgeois Socialism C. German or "True" Socialism 2. Conservative or Bourgeois Socialism 3. Critical-Utopian Socialism or Communism IV. Position of the Communists in Relation to the Various Existing Opposition Parties

[the-everqueen]

top 5 worst books you've ever read (or started to read and didn't finish)?

wolfish: wolf, self, and the stories we tell ourselves about fear by erica berry - more memoir than interrogation of cultural perceptions of wolves in relation to the reality of wolves, and unfortunately berry's life isn't, imho, interesting enough to warrant several hundred pages worth of discussion.

pageboy by elliot page - tbf i don't think MOST memoirs are good, actually, but this one frustrated me so much on a sentence-level, because there are wide swaths that were essentially unreadable to me due to unclear leaps between past and present, lack of pronoun antecedents, and clause/phrase placement. and on a broader structural level - while i think the "draw" for publishers to capitalize on page's transition was this idea of "making sense of" transness for a (presumed) cis audience, i also think that is a) boring and b) a failed project from the get-go, because page reproduces a certain narrative of transness as a linear, progressive thing, which is...totally fine insofar as it's his experience! but it's not the ONLY trans experience, and there's a point at which the dominant representation of [x] minority demographic's experience really becomes a litmus test for identity (vis-a-vis recognition/acknowledgement by the dominant group) and also a way of, like, pathologizing the Other (e.g., gender dysphoria as a medical requirement for transition in some states/countries, which has to be "verified" by a state-approved psychologist who gets to determine whether your dissatisfaction with your body or presentation is "enough" to grant you access to life-saving medical care, etc etc). idk, the book as the apotheosis of page's very very public transition in conjunction with it just being badly written bothered me! i support page getting to be a regular dude who can barely juggle, i'm just very leery of these kinds of narrative projects and what they elide.

babel by rf kuang - smarter people than me have discussed this book's flaws, but what's stuck with me the most about this book was its ending...the Chinese protag martyrs himself and the Black woman supporting character survives to go back to where she came from, a conclusion that is presented as some kind of ideological win and not...really just a narrative reproduction of the very racial politics the book claimed to criticize! all the nonwhite, nonblack characters have no place in either the world that is or the world that "could" be (and therefore HAVE to die), and the Black woman is supposed to save the world, except not in-text, that's some other book you can just imagine, because actually thinking through what social revolution might look like is too hard, i guess. every once in a while i remember that ending and get angry all over again.

the traitor baru cormorant by seth dickinson - i should reread to see if post-grad me hates this book as much as grad-school me did. it is entirely possible that the dude who was Going Through It with his qualifying exams was harsher than i would be NOW, and/or that future books improve, but somewhere on my blog there's a post detailing what i disliked about it.

disorientation by elaine hseih chou - i keep remembering this book as i'm looking down the barrel of unemployment, during one of the worst years for hiring in my academic field since the 2008 recession (and looking like it's just gonna be downhill from here!), and it makes me furious. not because the larger critique of academic institutions is *wrong,* per se, it's just...low-hanging fruit and "escape" from the academy is supposed to be some kind of win and it doesn't address the actual grief. so few dark academia or satirical novels actually get at the pain and grief of "failing" at the thing when it was supposed to be your out, when you don't have the safety net(s) everyone assumes you have. the classism and ableism is infuriating when it's your life on the line. the protag's ending is that she "escapes" academia and takes on a "real" job at the local fast-food establishment and moves in with her parents and this is so divorced from the reality that academia actively pushes out or punishes nonwhite, disabled, and/or poor scholars.

ask me my top 5 anything!

[lia404]

I'll give you Yusaku for "Send me a Yugioh character" owo

AH. Ahaha. Oh my god, okay. So for context, your ask landed in my inbox exactly when I was struggling with formatting my "Yusaku birthday post." Which means it caught me at a point when I had even MORE feelings than I usually do for this boy. I apologise in advance: the answer about Kaiba may have been a wall of text, but I'm afraid this one will become a full skyscraper of text. So go grab some tea, coffee, biscuits, whatever makes you feel good for a break, then sit back and relax while I scream at you about how much I CARE for Yusaku Fujiki.

(Whatever happens remember that you asked for it.) (Thank you so much for this, too, even if I've spent a good part of my afternoon and all my evening and part of my night on it.) (By the way at this point I really won't feel insulted if no one reads it to the end, I think I mostly need to get it all out of my system.)

WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD, in the form of headcanons and personal analyses of Yusaku's character and his relationships, along with multiple screenshots, gif, videos, all hidden behind the excuse of an ask meme (so it's still superficial in many parts, but I feel like it's a good overview.) I'm putting it all behind a cut since I know how to use them now. (Or do I? It's the 4th time I edit to put the cut back to the place it's meant to be at.)

----------- Also, keeping track so I stop getting lost in my own blog: The original Ask meme Seto Kaiba Spectre Aoi Zaizen I still answer for other characters so long as they're from DM or Vrains!

Why I like him/why I don’t

I think it's Yusaku's resilience that I like the most. He can be no-nonsense and harsh, but he's always honest, and he always stands up. It's striking, actually, how he always manages to keep standing.

He's thrown to the ground by life, by his enemies (interestingly, many declare they are his enemies when he's not even TRYING to alienate them, and just doesn't really care.) Even his allies are the reason why he ends up beaten up sometimes. And yet, he always get back up. It's very rare to see him fully crash, which makes it even more impactful when he does.

I'm just fascinated at how even at his lowest, at the biggest blows he receives, he stands up. His strive for life is remarkable, so much so that it sometimes almost feels like a curse. Just the same way he keeps winning and winning, because he's good, of course, but also because losing is not an option. He has to stand up and he keeps doing it for himself, for others, and still manages to feel guilty for not doing enough.

(I'm afraid you'll have to do with my French subtitles, I am NOT trying to find other streams just to make screencaps, these ones were hard enough to find.)

"Sorry, Kusanagi, your brother Jin has been taken and Lightning is menacing humanity and all of this is because I'm not strong enough."

Yusaku, FFS.

This is all heavily linked to the other aspect of his character I love most: Yusaku is so human. He's filled with hope. In one of the episodes of season 3, Revolver tells him to "stop thinking with his naive optimism".

And Playmaker clearly doesn't like it, look at this face.

But he still holds onto it until the end. He's not giving up until he's forced to (and even when it's done, he takes off and tries to find solutions.)

And Yusaku cares, he cares so much. He may seem heinous and gratuitously savage with the way he shuns Shima or Ai, but you have to go beyond the words. When Shima is captured, he literally runs to his rescue, barely waiting for the van to stop before he jumps out of it to check on his classmate. Shima and other people around, no matter how annoying, will also give occasional encouragements (often hidden behind a layer of backhanded compliments, because that's how Yusaku rolls.)

Yusaku makes sure that people around him are feeling alright. He comforts them. He may not use the nicest words, he has the sensitivity of an elephant let loose in a fine china shop, but his words usually strike right where they should. He helps. He gives a lot of himself for this, apparently not caring what other people think of it.

Goddamnit, Yusaku. Why are you trying to make me cry.

And this, actually, paradoxically, might be the only thing I dislike for him. It's not even about HIM per se (he may not be perfect but I am able to admit I'm too biased to not have a hard time finding him any flaws.) It's the way he gives so much of himself for everyone leads not only to people relying on him a lot, they also tend to take him for granted. And it pisses me off. Yusaku doesn't really fight against it, which, understandable considering his character, his backstory, everything. But sometimes I wish he could stop being the hero of Link VRAINS, because he's spreading himself too thin, and he had to break at some point. Or multiple times.

What I like about his appearance

I am trying SO hard to stop myself from waxing all kinds of poetics on him, so for this once I'll go with the most obvious: his EYES.

(Yes this was all a shameless excuse to flood you with close-ups of Yusaku and Playmaker's beautiful, vibrant eyes.)

The colour is striking, of course, especially in contrast with his or Playmaker's hair. But also, for someone meant to be aloof and stoic, Yusaku's eyes are hella expressive. His eyebrows only emphasise it, and actually, this is another trait I really like: Playmaker's eyebrows are orange. Playmaker is a real red-head! It makes me irrationally happy. It's the little details, folks, and Yusaku definitely pays more attention to them than most would expect.

And the second aspect of his appearance I just can't omiss...

...Well, that's his smile, of course! If only he had reasons to smile more often. Look at him; no matter how terrible the situation, he manages to smile.

This one is from when he says goodbye to Kusanagi before the final duel agains Ai. It's honestly quite tragic, but here he is. Smiling. Why is no one in this series protecting this smile. What are they all DOING.

Anyway, I've been writing for way too long already and I still have TOO MUCH to say so that's it for the appearance. He's adorable, he's beautiful, he's gorgeous.

Do I prefer his dub names or original names?

You'd think the question is not relevant since his name is the same in both, BUT. There's actually a massive difference. I can't take the dub version's stressed Yu'SAku seriously when in Japanese it's very clearly 'YUUsaku. Also, watching parts of the dub has been very amusing once I accepted that it was a parody, but there's not much to keep. Not even the pronunciation of a name. So I'm going with original, no hesitation.

OTP

Okay, another obvious one. If you've been following me you have noticed the ridiculous amount of Datastormshipping I put in your feed.

Evil smile besties ftw.

And YET.

It's so hard to ship them seriously. There's so much to repair. I can't see them all lovey-dovey, they have to work for it, and work HARD. Because Playmaker is just... so completely defanged when he's in front of Revolver. And Revolver, while actually acting in the shadow to support Playmaker so many times in the course of 120 episodes, never spares him a kind word, a nice face, except when he thinks he's dying.

I suspect he's not doing it consciously, but the way Revolver behaves makes me feel like he takes Playmaker for granted. It makes sense, considering their backstory: Revolver has obsessed over Playmaker and endangered people he cared about because of it. He has also proved multiple times that he is very intent to shoulder the full blame for an incident he had not much to do about, so he'd rather keep Playmaker and his "stupid faith in him" at a distance. But Revolver is also Playmaker's saviour, which makes it so Playmaker trusts him and can follow him blindly no matter what.

Eloquent: everyone is wary to follow, but Playmaker is first in line, not a hint of hesitation in spite of having no idea of what lies behind the portal.

For this reason, I'm actually happy with the Revolver event in Duel Links, in spite of all its writing flaws.

In the event, Playmaker feels Revolver with his Link Sense even before he arrives, which shows that he's still VERY attuned to Revolver. And in spite of this clear bond, Playmaker really stands against Revolver and asserts his beliefs with no room for negociation, something he hasn't done since the Tower of Hanoi (...and even then, arguably, he was trying to negociate.) He is not yielding no matter how important Revolver might be for him. And, at the end of the event, Revolver seems to be relieved to have met such resistance. He even sounds sort of supportive? It's open to interpretation, but my feeling was that he actually approved of Playmaker's doing and encouraged him. The Ghost Gal and Spectre events that followed emphasised it for me. They're clearly not fighting anymore, but they also don't have this weird blind spot for each other anymore.

With this approach, I feel like they'd have better roots for a relationship that would not lean towards codependence or other unhealthy bases.

Don't get me wrong, I adore the fluff, and Datastormshipping really is the obvious end goal for me, but for this ship what I love most is them having to work for it. Because even if they clearly trust each other, Yusaku will have to learn to NOT give all of himself blindly, and Ryoken will need to learn to actively LISTEN to Yusaku, and even make him speak.

(As a quick parenthesis, because I'll get back to this topic later and I'd rather not leave any ambiguity: as much as I resent him for his treatment of Yusaku, I absolutely adore Revolver, in this terrible love/hate dynamic that makes me hate to love him and love to hate him. In spite of everything, or maybe DUE to all of this, I really like his character. I'm not sure I'll ever write deep meta about him, though, because he's already had a lot written about him and I doubt I have much more to bring to discussions that happened years ago. But who know what time will bring? Anyway, Datastormshipping FTW.)

NOTP

BEWARE: unpopular opinion ahead. I actually can't see Aiballshipping.

Again, don't get me wrong: I see where the shippers come from, and I really don't hate the ship! I've read multiple doujin and fanfictions, I enjoy the content, I enjoy the art, I love the analyses of the ship... But I can't see it, because for me, it goes beyond a romantic relationship. Ai is literally a part of Yusaku. Him and Yusaku are a package, in a way: if someone wants to be with Yusaku, they'll also have to be with Ai. If someone says Yusaku "It's Ai or me", they'd better not expect to be chosen. I understand Aiballshipping. I like reading takes on it, I like reading stories about it. But to me, what Ai and Yusaku have is not romantic. It's something obvious, a given, almost fusional. They don't kiss; they can communicate without saying a word. (Even if they spend their time throwing jabs at each other out loud.) Any other romantic relationship will come in addition to it, without being replaced by it. So I don't "ship" it. It's very much not an OTP. I have no idea which verb I could use for it, though, because I'm not really sure it can be considered queerplatonic either.

OT3

Di-sas-ter-ship-ping! It's actually my main ship, even if there's not a lot of content. Sure, if we want to make it work in a nice healthy way, it's going to be quite the challenge. BUT not everything has to be serious and reasonable or even believable (I have datastormshipping for this) and seriously, the dynamic between these three has so much potential for wholesomeness, stupid arguments and general chaos. It's called disastershipping for a reason. (Not only this, I know, but still.)

Look at them, their smug poses and their stupidly form-fitting costumes. What could go wrong, right? <3

Favourite card he uses

Contrary to my answer re: Kaiba's deck, this time I am familiar with Playmaker's deck, because I play it AND I actually watched his duels multiple times to understand how he uses it. The fact is that even if there's the usual "I magically draw the exact card I need and use if without even looking at it" effect that is characteristic to Yu-Gi-Oh animes, his deck is solid and it really allows different kind of combos to always find workaround. (Doesn't mean I don't brick often, but not everyone can be Playmaker.)

So I actually have TWO favourite cards. The first one is my little love, usually one of the first to join the field: Backup Secretary.

She's beauty, she's grace, she's always here to help me link summon my ace. She's easy to use. She may not be the best one, but I'm so happy to have her in my deck—three times. I have multiple other cards that allow me to bring her in my hand. She never stays long on the field, since her specialty is to help summoning various types of Code Talkers, but she's a life saver. And seriously her design is awesome.

And the second one is, in my amateur point of view (I need to write the disclaimer that while I'm not BAD at duelling, I'm not exactly GOOD either and I miss a lot, lot, lot of subtleties) one of the best cards in Playmaker's deck: Recoded Alive.

This card is a lifesaver. It has multiple effects for different situations. It helps me avoid having an empty field when my opponent's field is filled with monsters. It's a trap, and allows me to switch monsters when attacked if I use it during the opponent's turn. It allows me to bring another monster to the field and have another attacking monster if I play it during my own battle phase.

And even if we want to remain focused on Playmaker's storyline, it's one of the most important ones Yusaku plays in the anime. It's always here for him since the beginning, and it has allowed him to bring back so many monsters. I mean, it basically wins him a duel against Revolver. It saves him against Ai. It's just... I love this card. It took me forever to understand how it works, but now it's hard to imagine a Playmaker deck without it.

Favourite moment(s) he was in

And here I thought I had already written enough. Well, we're here for a few more hours. I hope your tea has not gone cold.

I dare hope that you KNEW you shouldn't expect me to choose only ONE moment. There are so many. I can't satisfy myself with only one, I must bring up a few more, but not too many because this post is overwhelming enough as it is.

1. Season 1, when Playmaker goes against Akira to recover files in SOL's massive datbase. I can't begin to express how angry I was with the way Akira treats Yusaku. I know it was done in good faith, but having Akira tell Yusaku "go have a normal life, go out with your friends, enjoy your life as a teenager and prepare for your future, it's important" is just horribly condescending. It's SO satisfying to see Playmaker put the Zaizen, who always seem to think they know what he feels, or what is best for him, in their place. There's something incredibly satisfying in having Yusaku say "It is MY story and it is MINE to tell".

"I don't want the story of my past to be told by someone else."

Having Playmaker defend his story like this, and not let others take it or misinterpret it (especially when they feel like they "understand"), is, to me, a very powerful moment. And as if this wasn't enough, Yusaku adds a power move to it, adding a step in his final turn that he didn't have to do to win the duel: returning the two Tindangle cards representing Akira and Aoi to the hand rather than winning by leaving them both in the graveyard. When confronted about it, he answers that he doesn't want the siblings to be in the darkness of the graveyard, that his revenge should not implicate them and that they should walk towards the light. It is incredibly heartful, AND an amazing way to show Zaizen that he will never manage to "understand" Yusaku considering the mindset he keeps displaying. That was so badass, seriously. I wish the Zaizen had learnt more from it.

2. Season 2, after the duel against Kusanagi. Playmaker won and collapsed, not waking up. The second moment I like most is there, in Yusaku's head. It's intimidating... and slightly tragic.

"I have done enough. I'm tired."

Oh. It's been building up for so many episodes, they've been straining him so much, and finally, it happens. The quietest mental breakdown, the hint of depression. It makes him so human, so relatable suddenly, and yet it's so painful. I love this moment because it really brought me back to who he is: a 16 year old kid with a trauma bigger than himself and the expectations of a whole city (world?) on his shoulders. I'm glad he gets up again, but I'm also really glad that we get to see this part of him, so tragically realistic. Now let's wrap him in a blanket and hug him, okay?

3. Season 3: The "last nice moments in the real world". I wish we had had more of those in the whole course of the series, there was SO MUCH potential for it! Look at them being teenagers. Yusaku, so happy, confident and carefree as he is working for Kusanagi (and this apron makes him look so cute.) Yusaku, being pestered by Shima who wants to know where Playmaker is (WHY would Yusaku know? Shima has weird leaps of logic.) And Aoi and Yusaku having the most AWKWARD handshake, that instantly relieved me from the fear that Aoi might be a love interest.

"This is what high schoolers do I guess. Okay, we tried, we're done, completely uninteresting, let's move on now. When's our next trauma-session already?"

That's three moments I love, but I can't resist adding a last Painful Bonus: another moment of "let's make Playmaker suffer". I'm so sorry, Yusaku.

4. Season 3: Roboppi's death; the flashback to a younger Yusaku who has just built his cleaning robot and is SO proud, so happy and welcoming, and then Playmaker, broken, begging Soulburner to strike one last time and finish Roboppi.

I feel like his eyes, at that moment, are another reminder of his age. It's one of the most terrible scenes of the whole anime (I'd say ex-aequo with Ai's final words), it's masterfully executed, the pacing is amazing, the work on the expressions is amazing, the voice acting is incredible. But really, these eyes.

Least favourite moment

Two moments come to mind, and both are in the third season. You'll see there's a recurring theme, and more importantly, the fact that I really don't like these moments barely comes from Yusaku's role in them. Even if his personality encourages it.

1. The scene at the pier. It's REALLY, REALLY not Yusaku's fault, but he's still one of the two major protagonists so it counts as a "least favourite moment." Yusaku is going for the final fight, and Ryoken catches him, sends him and almost kills him with the card that will help him win the duel against Ai. I know this scene is considered one of the cornerstones of Datastormshipping, but all I can see is... Yusaku getting rejected, again, after saying goodbye to Kusanagi with a brave and grateful smile on his face, and just before having to destroy someone that is essentially a part of him. He calls Ryoken's name, and Ryoken keeps the most distance possible. I think it may have been one of the worst things Ryoken could have done, and even the fact that the Borrel dragon is actually a symbol of how much Ryoken believes in Yusaku,.. well, it would still be not enough to recover from the blatant, cold rejection Yusaku received at that moment. Ryoken, I know you couldn't find it in you to encourage him, but you only had to say his first name. Acknowledge him more than by coldly stating his complete name. And maybe NOT use the word "farewell" this time, because twice in the few first minutes of an episode is way too much. GOD FORBID Yusaku has any sort of support from Ryoken, that would encourage him to feel like they have a bond, the horreur. (Ugh.) With Playmaker knowing that Takeru would leave, Aoi would have Miyu, Kusanagi would have his brother, having Ryoken just... coldly ignoring all tentative of closeness, and leaving without looking back, WELL. It's no wonder Yusaku disappeared solo at the end. From his perspective, he had no one left.

2. Mission begin: everyone is ready to try and stop Ai, the plan is set and Playmaker is not part of any team since he's not even here. Except...

"We can't begin without Playmaker."

It annoys me so much, because the thing is, yes, yes you really can begin without Playmaker. And you should, Heaven's sake!

Many characters at this point have told him that they would understand if he didn't want to take part in this fight, that they would shoulder some of his burden and that he could rest and stay away for his health and sanity.

The thing is, Yusaku is not this kind of person. He will take responsbility and let no one else do the job in his stead. And he comes back, in a rather flashy way, EXACTLY when they're all expecting him. And barely anyone is surprised, they all look so relieved. They were waiting for this.

This moment leaves such a bitter taste in my mouth, because here is the problem with Playmaker: he's so good and reliable that people just... lean on him and wait for him to do the hard work. No matter how traumatising. I took screenshots of the many, many times people said "I leave it into your hands, Playmaker". "I know you"ll complete the job well, Playmaker." "I'm counting on you, Playmaker." I am not putting all of them here, but I have an album of these.

In doing so, they only enable his rather destructive hero-complex.

Destructive because, consider: he had a huge trauma when he was a kid and never fully recovered. When he finally learns and fights the truth behind this trauma, he feels like his revenge is over, but the person he'd spent years and years looking for is gone after treating him quite awfully. Additionally, he releases his new "hostage/friend" and goes back to being alone. He's been a hero, and all he got was: being alone again. Come Takeru, and somehow he acquires a sort of social circle. He's not really good at it, but it exists, and he even looks quite comfortable with it, if a bit awkward. Then he's forced to watch, powerless, as all his newfound friends/trusted persons get erased one after another, all of them with parting words expressing how much they trusted him to fix this. Way to make him feel like it's great to have friends and allies, uh. Then the humans come back, but the Ignis are dead, and he feels like he has failed his self-imposed mission to find a way to coexist. Ai is gone, Ryoken sort of gloats (I understand it's probably not what he intended, but it still feels awfully like it.) He's been a hero, and all he got was: more trauma about losing people, more responsibilities he shouldn't have to shoulder, and likely no one who understands the pain he's in because the world is safe now.

And then Ai comes back and everything goes upside down, and Yusaku lives in denial all beginning of season 3.

That's what makes it a self-destructive complex, for me. Every time he plays hero, Yusaku exposes himself to the things that hurt him most. He's never rewarded. And yet, he keeps doing it, and giving people what they want from him/taking responsibility for things that should NEVER be considered his responsibility. It drives me crazy.

Note: I have a similar beef with the "epilogue", in which they all have something nice to say about Playmaker, and they're all so certain that he's amazing, that he'll be back... And yet. No one is looking. Not even Revolver, who should have it easy since he's working from the inside. Arguably, Kusanagi keeps the foodtruck parked in the same place so he has a home to go back to if he wishes

"He would be sad if he didn't have a place to come back to sometimes": I am convinced that Kusanagi is aware of how fragile the notion of "home" is for Yusaku.

So there's this at least. Arguably #2, I guess we could say they all know he doesn't want to communicate and they respect it. But the way they talk about him, it doesn't feel like its the case.

And this is why I keep saying that they don't deserve him; are they friends, or are they fans? Is any of them even really trying to do something for him, beyond "understanding his feelings" (Aoi, sigh), or rooting for him in the typical "Good old Playmaker, always knows what to do!" way (Takeru, sigh.)

Oh, Yusaku. The way they treat you upsets me so much. It's absolutely not what they're aiming for, but it's like they're encouraging you to develop new traumas instead of really helping you, and it makes me so angry.

So, yeah. I hate these moments, and these dynamics.

Would I fuck, marry or kill him

WHY IS THERE NO "ADOPT" OPTION. Well, the choice is quite easy by elimination. I would NOT kill him (in case you had not gathered already) I would very much NOT fuck him (I really doubt he'd be interested in it either, so that works well for both of us.) Soooo... marry, I guess? That would be hella awkward, but eh, if I can't adopt him, might as well use the option that would vaguely allow to, you know, protect and cherish. Even so, it's hard imagining Yusaku settling like this.

Aaaaand I'm done and off to bed, three hours later than planned. Honestly, kudos if you've read until here. Before I sign off, please receive the cutest gif of Yusaku to thank you for bearing with me for the past 2k+ words of crying over this incredible boy who deserves better.

You know, maybe my OTP is actually Yusaku/hotdog. They do deserve each other.

[restwellsoon]

SFW Romance ABCs | Mitsuo Kumatani

Minor, blank, and ageless blogs DNI. You will be blocked!

Mitsuo Kumatani x GN!Reader

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

It’s very obvious when Mitsuo is fond of someone–just compare how he treats Hachita to everyone else–but he’s affectionate in his own way.

For example, his affection might read as overconcern, controlling, or aggression to others, but he’s a an intense guy. Those who know him well understand that.

He shows affection in quiet ways–fussing about if you’ve eaten and hydrated enough, asking about how you’ve slept. He’s the kind of guy who tells you to text him when you’ve safely arrived at your place and spams your phone (or might even go out looking for you) if you don’t.

He’s more of an acts of service type of guy. It’s easier to do things than say them, after all.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

It might not seem like a friendship at all, or maybe you might think he hates you. That is, of course, until Hachita gives his seal of approval. (Luckily the kid likes everyone, so it’s not hard for you to get into his good graces.)

Mitsuo prefers people who are honest and upfront and those who live life under their own terms. He does tend to gravitate towards people who are more extroverted than him (e.g. Usahara), and though it seems like he finds their presence grating by his harsh words, he’s actually appreciative of their openness and tenacity towards their friendship.

Once he’s considered you his friend, he will go grizzly bear mode for you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He likes to be the big spoon about 90% of the time.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

A domestic king. If you manage to snag this guy for the long haul, all of your cooking and cleaning needs will be taken care of (because the way you do things doesn’t meet his standards).

It takes a lot for him to settle down though, and for the time being, he’s content with his little brother as his roommate or living alone.

He’s the only man in the series that is single by choice.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Straight-forward without room for second chances. He’ll only break up once he’s certain with his feelings though. He’s the type to cut off all contact with his exes and block them on any social media that they may share.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’s the guy that drags his feet in a relationship, where you’re uncertain if he’s just not into you or if he’s trying to make a statement about societal expectations. He’s not into people who are pressuring him into marriage.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically gentle and emotionally rough. It takes a lot to break down his emotional walls.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes receiving and giving you hugs. When he hugs you in public though, it’s mostly to show possession or protect you from perceived threats (aka Nusumi).

His hugs are very firm but brief. They make you feel protected.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Like I said, this guy has emotional walls that are heavily fortified. It might take him longer than you’d like for him to realize his feelings. I’d say it probably takes him a year to say I love you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Extremely jealous, and he makes sure that everyone knows it lol. This is when the normally PDA-resistant Kumatani becomes very possessive, draping his arms over your shoulders or grabbing you by the waist. Some even say that they’ve even seen him drag you away to somewhere more secluded before (and Usahara got his ass beat for blabbering to everyone about that).

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Hot, heated, and emotionally-charged. Every kiss feels like it might be the last.

He likes to kiss your tummy, and he’s surprisingly gentle when he’s there. He thinks it’s fun to blow raspberries on it.

He likes getting kissed on his neck and hickies.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Looks like he would hate children but is very good with them (Duh, because of his job.). People find it weird that he wants to protect their innocence. He can’t help it that he sees little Hachita in every kid though.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s an early riser, and he is the one that makes a bunch of passive-aggressive noise when he thinks you’ve been sleeping in too long. (He doesn’t want you to ruin your sleep schedule.)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Cuddling. He doesn’t sleep until you fall asleep first, which is why he doesn’t want your sleep schedule ruined lol.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He reveals things about himself slowly, which is a source of frustration in your relationship. It seems like he only truly tells you what he’s thinking when he’s decided to commit to the relationship.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He has a short fuse, but he’s working on it.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He’s attentive to detail, which is why the ladies love him. However, he doesn’t care about half of what he remembers, which is why some may think he’s thoughtless.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Your face when he tells you that he loves you for the first time. There’s such a look of relief and joy in your expression that he regrets not getting his feeling straightened out sooner.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He thinks he doesn’t need any protection and is overly protective of you. He’s more of a doer, so you’ll see him walking on the side closest to the street, always scanning your surroundings, and holding your hand in a crowd.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

To be honest, he really hates putting in so much effort, but he only does it for you. He’s always trying to pawn off date planning on you by suggesting your go-tos.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He’s too blunt, often offering solutions instead of listening to your rant, or solving your problems for you instead of giving you a chance to figure it out yourself. This sort of infantilizing can lead to serious issues in your relationship if left unaddressed.

Emotional distance.

He’s a horror movie snob. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He knows he’s hot and has impeccable style. He lets others’ commentary speak for it though.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He would, but it’d take him a while to recognize that feeling and that you’re the source of it.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He loves Rob Zombie’s movies and music.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

One way to get under Kumatani’s skin is to get into an argument about cats and dogs. He thinks cats are superior but can’t stand being around cat haters.

It’s not that he doesn’t like it, per se, but it’s difficult for him to be around people who are merely existing to live within the expectations of others (which is one of the reasons why he didn’t like Uramichi in college).

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He’s a full on cuddler when he sleeps. It’s not just his arms wrapped around you, his legs are hooked over your body too. This is perfect during the chilly winter months and is absolute hell in the summer. Despite sweating profusely, he always wakes up refreshed when he cuddles you. He doesn’t sleep when you’re not around.

(Thanks to the @/the-coldest-goodbye for sharing this prompt.) 

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[fishenjoyer1]

I'm just starting to get into marine bio, and I found your blog today and I love it so much!! Do you have any recommendations of where I can learn stuff? (I hunger for fish knowledge)

It's always wonderful when someone else starts getting into marine bio, I'm honored to share resources!

Texts:

I personally learned a lot of what I now know from a series of textbooks I've picked up over the years, here some of my personal favorites!

Biological Oceanography An Introduction by Carol M. Lalli & Timothy R. Parsons: I personally found this textbook wonderful! Written very clearly and easy to understand, and contains summaries at the end of each chapter. Here is my favorite used&new book sellers results for this book. Here is the book on internet archive.

Marine Ecology: Processes, Systems, and Impacts by Michael J. Kaiser, Martin J. Attrill, & Simon Jennings: Covers much of the same things as biological oceanography, but valuable on its own. Here is the link to buy a copy for cheap. Here is the book on internet archive.

Limnology: Lake and River Ecosystems by Robert G. Wetzel: I personally found this the most dull textbook of my life, but, it is written very well. The chapters end with summaries also, which makes it easier to study, and this book is rather well renowned in freshwater studies. Here to buy a copy on my favorite book website. Here to read on internet archive (I'm relatively uncertain that its inaccessible) so Here is a preview on google books. (maybe I'll find the time to scan my copy and put it in a google drive)

The Diversity Of Fishes: Biology, Evolution, and Ecology by Douglas E. Facey, Brian W. Bowen, Bruce B. Collette, & Gene S. Helfman: I adore this textbook, it is easy to read and comprehend, a personal favorite. Not only that, it is wonderful for understanding fish. Here you can buy it (it's a bit pricey, so I recommend just using the internet archive). Here you can find it on internet archive.

Methods for Fish Biology by Stephen Midway, Caleb Hasler, and Prosanta Chakrabarty: A bit dense and hard to read, but it's a wonderful text on understanding how to do research, and how a lot of farming and understanding of fish is done. Here to buy it. Here to read it on internet archive

All the other textbooks I own are about marine mammals, so I'll recommend them if asked, but you seem more interested in fish and aquatic environments.

Audio:

I personally struggle to listen to informational audio and podcasts, so this section is a bit threadbare

The Marine Mammal Science podcoast by The Society for Marine Mammalogy here

Marine Biology in 5 minutes podcast here

Oceanlovers podcast here

The Deep-Sea Podcast here

Video:

I have some great recommendations I'm a personal fan of here!

I personally really enjoy Natural World Facts, he has some wonderful playlists and documentaries on the deep sea, different environments, animals, and ecosystems there.

MBARI (the Monterey Bay Aquarium Research Institute) Has wonderful videos with their discoveries and research,

The Nautilus live, which does frequent live streams as they're exploring the ocean with ROVs and a running commentary from the staff!

The octopus lady does some good work, I haven't watched the most of her but she's relatively fun to put in the background to just generally learn about things marine

I also enjoy the work of AVNJ Fish Biologist, who does a lot less serious scientific videos, but he also has a video series on ichthyology I'm fond of so, check that out here!

Other:

when doing fish of the day, some sources have continually come back again and again, I'll list these off first.

Wikipedia: I personally find the wikipedia is a good resource, but it never gives the full picture when your trying to learn. Do not base your knowledge only on wikipedia, i recommend trying to read through some of the sources that wikipedia has listed on a topic, and if you are new to a subject I suggest trying to find introductory textbook before plunging in head first. I find that wikipedia is wonderful at convincing you that you know what its talking about, as it's very easy to just read without knowing the definition for a small handful of words. But, you will quickly come to realize at some point or another that you understood less than you think. As much as it is a wonderful tool, don't use it exclusive well learning

WoRMS- World Registrar of Marine Species has basic info and distinguishes between species, along with some good research, I'd recommend checking them out!

Fishbase! contains good information on most fish

.gov websites, and websites that align with governments across the world can be trusted for fish purposes mostly, the NOAA is a great resource for learning and searching info on animals, as is the Monterey Bay Aquarium

If you're looking to find a scientific paper, I recommend searching on google scholar, as it will show you which you can access the pdf of without paying.

And, if your looking to come into contact with papers you just cant seem to find the pdf of, I would recommend Scihub other than scihub, you can also look for any number of things locked behind a paywall with this niffty website I found ! A lot of resources there.

That's everything I can think of! Have a good time learning ! :)

[leprosycock]

hello Chai, hope you're having a lovely day. do you have any Lolita hot takes you would like to share with the humble and sensitive readers of your blog?

it’s difficult to voice any lolita takes that haven’t been reiterated by more seasoned/well-read readers, but i suppose what i would say is that it feels disingenuous and intellectually dishonest to claim that lolita in its entirety is literally and entirely about Pedophilia Bad. like. yeah. we get it. dolores suffers from her sex trauma and emotional manipulation and how it shapes her and her life. yes. we get it. that’s the point. “ohhh but he’s an unreliable narrator so he’s saying that she LIKES it but she doesn’t REALLY” yes you fucking idiot obviously. all the surface-level takes about lolita really undermine the intricacies and the subtleties in the text. humbert in and of himself isn’t exactly a villain. if he was, he wouldn’t present himself so sympathetically. you know about his favorite drink, his favorite foods, his fashion sense, his voice, his taste for music, his taste in art, his fragile ego, his thirst for knowledge and his delight in tormenting psychiatrists—so on and so forth. he is a bad person, he is a sick person, and he is the entire antithesis for dolores’ character, who is insulated and bright and friendly and snarky and loves to draw attention to herself because all she knows is what she wants out of life and how she thinks she can get it as someone with little to no power. humbert is her polar opposite. he is the old to her young, the hermit to her social butterfly, the promiscuous to his reserved. they are polar entities and polar character studies. you are meant to have a certain level of empathy with humbert and what has made him the person that he is because, otherwise, lolita wouldn’t hit so hard. if we all collectively character about a fully-fleshed girl getting attracted by a faceless killer, b-list horror movies wouldn’t be bargain bin slop. true crime would be kinder to its victims. humbert needs to be a boy hidden inside a man and a rationalization for a man who has also experienced csa. he is not meant to be written off entirely. it does a disservice to how multifaceted lolita is as a project and how much is hidden in between the lines. these characters are much bigger than people want to admit. those are my hot takes i suppose

[miainbetween]

⋆౨ৎ˚ more about me ⟡˖ ࣪

✧ the basics

like mentioned in the starting page - my name is maria but you can call me mia (it's my s/o's nickname for me and it's become my favorite way of being addressed but no one from this reality calls me that and it honestly makes me sad)

i'm 19 y/o, born on the 24th of april 2006. zodiacaly speaking i'm a taurus sun, pisces moon, cancer ascendant, aries mercury, pisces venus and cancer mars. a lot of water. i know. i'm emotional. and way too obsessed with being aesthetic. i can go on talking about astrology.

i’m an infp. 4w5. i like mbti but don't understand ennegram as much. honestly, i forgot what my ennegram meant. i only remember that mixed with being an infp I have the same personality as the joker. aka mentally unstable. flex? probably not.

i’m also 80% ravenclaw and 60% slytherin according to the test i did yesterday.

i'm a balkan girl and live in a bulgarian town in eastern europe so that means i'll post at odd hours.

✧ shifting journey

found out about shifting trough 2020's DracoTok (dark times, i know) and for a long time i’ve struggled with shifting (or so i thought). i have taken several very long breaks not because I gave up or something just... didn't try, i guess. this year i kind of got back to it and i feel like those pauses are what helped me heal from all the misinformation i was fed at first. i’ve been on amino for a while but since getting on tumblr I feel so much better about my journey. i honestly love this community. sending love <3

i have not yet experienced THE SHIFT but i know and trust that i will. for now i’ve had CRAZY crazy symptoms when i use the lucid dreaming method.

✧ something more about me??

well, i read romance novels and plan on writing some in the future (fingers crossed) (I also made a writing blog you can go check it out!! if you want to ofc)

at this very moment i am studying to get into medical university, because i don't know what else to do with my life and i just want out of this house (in this reality specifically)

i paint? and draw? a bit out of practice but i thought i should mention it? finished paintings are rare as unicorns.

i listen to ariana, sabrina, charli xcx, gracie abrams, tate mcrae, taylor swift but don't let this fool you. my spotify playlists vary in genre: the different types of pop, r&b, soul, alternative, classical, rock, electronic, balkan pop folk...

favorite books, movies, tv shows?

for books - shatter me series, the invisible life of addie larue, siege and storm and king of wolves (from the grishaverse). i have an ever-expanding tbr so this list will be updated in the future

movies - any from studio ghibli (ponyo, howl's moving castle, princess mononoke, spirited away), pride and prejudice 2005, transporter, the pirates of the caribian, star wars (i had a serious phase when i also learned the obi one spin), old barbie movies and disney princesses ones too and rom-coms. i love rom-coms.

tv shows? i prefer movies because i have commitment issues but i loved TVD, fate the wink saga... OH! and miraculous ladybug. ofc. and I think that's it.

an odd fact? i talk to inanimate objects like they'll reply, like complimenting my toys and plants or calling out for my keys when i lose them

another weird fact? when i’m comfortable i turn to the most unhinged and insane person you'll ever meet. ask my best friend (but you can't because shes not a shifter >:( )

now, was this unreasonably long? yes. was it in any kind of useful for you? most probably not. was this hard to write? unreasonably so, like, what do you mean I don't know what to write about myself? did it feel weird to write? yeah, it's like I'm writing an autobiography that no one will read.

but if you managed to get this far... feel free to text me or sth? you know more about me than my friends do after reading this whole dump.

🌺. {last update: 2.07.2025}

[bitterrobin]

B, J, Q, S for ask me, fandom edition!

B.) A pairing you initially didn't consider but someone changed your mind:

AZDICK!!!! it blipped on my radar very recently….and the Potential…it makes me curious. Unfortunately I haven’t fallen super off the deep end yet bc I actually need to re-read/finish Knightfall + the ensuing arcs. It was the great @dustorange that made me realize jpv and dick could have many issues for each other <3

J.) Name a fandom you didn't care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr:

hmm. Idk I was wary of the Six of Crows fandom on here after reading the book, and was planning on never interacting beyond the actual text. But then I stumbled across great fics and a couple blogs that I liked that changed my mind.

Q.) A ship you've abandoned and why:

For a hot second I shipped damijon. I know...wrote fics and everything (will never get published) and then I actually read more and realized that I actually kinda hate Supersons (comic). Learning about Chris Kent and actually getting into Superman, just kinda widened the rift between my former love for the ship and the realization that I was really only into it bc Jon is the only immediately obvious m/m ship Damian has in fandom (broadly) and notably, I was still in high school. Since then, my hype for any ship with Damian, period, has dwindled by a lot but I still prefer Chris, Colin & Nika over Jon. They are just friends to me, and even then, not a big fan of Jon being his only friend ever.

S.) Show us an example of your personal headcanon:

Random: Colin Wilkes's voice is a little deeper and a lot more gravelly/rough than a normal kid's due to the effects of the Venom. It make the transition into Abuse easier, so he can better pretend to be an adult, but it also is another one of many factors that play into his lack of enthusiasm for fostering/adoption. He thinks it's funny to imply that he's been smoking since he was a baby though (Damian falls for it once).

Another one is that Damian doesn't do well with overly-sugary/sweet foods, and they make him nauseous the first time he tries anything in Gotham. After he actually throws up once, he vows to never eat American desserts again. (This fails, mostly because ice cream is more palatable, and you can only refuse enough times before Dick finds it suspicious and asks if he's lactose intolerant. He is not, and Damian insists so. Alfred is still selective w his dairy for a while.)

Serious: Both Damian and Talia struggle with making/having friends because of Ras. Not because he forbade them, but the League environment just makes it hard and painful, and Ras doesn't understand how much that matters bc his friends are either long dead/intellectual pawns. Any friends Talia had died, went on to betray her, or simply aren't close to her anymore -- and she's went on to cut off any connection to the League she can. Damian has never made friends easily, but he has gotten along w other kids in training in a friendly competition-sense. Because of their experiences, Talia is maybe a little too insistent that Damian cling to any friends he makes in Gotham, and frowns upon the connections he still keeps w the League. Damian is, of course, very annoyed by this.

[historicity-was-already-taken]

History Blog recs

One of my Very Specific interests over the last...idk 10 years, has been reading blogs about the A Song of Ice and Fire series, by historians. I'm not sure what it is about those books: the complex, multi-layered narrative, the author's claim to work creatively with real world history, the micro-arguments contained in every arc, or what, but historians have the most FASCINATING shit to say about those books.*

I've learned so much about the logistics of civilization, the intellectual history of leadership theory, the history of subsistence agriculture, the type of agriculture needed to sustain societies of a certain size, the evolution of military theory, etc from this very specific, Historians Engage With ASOIAF and its Television Adaptations genre of blog.

There is, of course, the late great Steven Attewell's @racefortheironthrone, but I recently discovered this gem: A Collection of Unmitigated Pedantry by Dr. Bret C. Devereaux. I just finished his series analyzing, problematizing, and ultimately debunking George RR Martin's claim that the Dothraki "were actually fashioned as an amalgam of a number of steppe and plains cultures… Mongols and Huns, certainly, but also Alans, Sioux, Cheyenne, and various other Amerindian tribes… seasoned with a dash of pure fantasy."

In Part IV, he writes:

... declaring that the Dothraki really do reflect the real world (I cannot stress that enough) cultures of the Plains Native Americans or Eurasian Steppe Nomads is not merely a lie, but it is an irresponsible lie that can do real harm to real people in the real world. And that irresponsible lie has been accepted by Martin’s fans; he has done a grave disservice to his own fans by lying to them in this way. And of course the worst of it is that the lie – backed by the vast apparatus that is HBO prestige television – will have more reach and more enduring influence than this or any number of historical ‘debunking’ essays. It will befuddle the valiant efforts of teachers in their classrooms (and yes, I frequently encounter students hindered by bad pop-pseudo-history they believe to be true; it is often devilishly hard to get students to leave those preconceptions behind), it will plague efforts to educate the public about these cultures of their histories. And it will probably, in the long run, hurt the real descendants of nomads.

Which just. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT. Y'all know how deeply concerned I am a. with the outsize influence the entertainment industry has on memory; and b. how little that industry gives a shit about responsible use of its own power. So like, this is my shit. I'm still exploring this blog and it is a TREASURE TROVE.

*I do not include myself in that grouping. My thoughts are like: BUT WHICH ONES ARE THE JEWS DANY IS MY UNPROBLEMATIC QWEEN/AZOR AHAI/PRINCE THAT WAS PROMISED/STALLION THAT'S GONNA MOUNT THE WORLD/ETC I CAN'T WAIT TIL SANSA SHOWS HERSELF IS DANY GONNA BURN IT ALL DOWN AND EMERGE FROM THE FLAMES LIKE THAT ELMO GIF IS ARYA GOING TO RIDE A WOLF WOW I DON'T CARE ABOUT BRAN I THINK THE RHOYNAR ARE THE JEWS WHERE IS THE GODDAMN FUCKING WINDS OF WINTER

**Also, I never watched more than 2 episodes of the show. I hated how it added in sexual violence and nudity for no reason when there was already PLENTY of that in the text, most of it with narrative purpose. But then I read the books because it was 2012 and I wanted to keep up with pop culture.

[1mlostnow]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞!!

Hi!! I’m Evan! This is Intro Post IV.

- Red text is primary information, things that I’d like to bring attention to, or just things I’d like to elevate above the others

I’m genderfluid, I only use he/him, I don’t have a label but I mostly like guys, and I’m a minor!!! If you’re 18+ feel free to interact but please don’t DM me or send asks.

[spotify] [insta] [wall of text] [tone tags] [ppth staff]

This intro post is incredibly long so I put primary info before the cut ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ I love using those faces

Apologies if the red or the Blinkies are hard on the eyes :<

Other Blogs ⇩

EvanRadio : @evan-radio

Poetry and Writing : @1mfoundnow

House MD [B. Corcoran] : @head-of-forensics

House MD [G. Kramer] : @plastic-surgeon-gabi

Blinkies below the cut and throughout intro :>

Table Of Contents ⇩

1. The Basics

2. Fun Facts

3. My Resume

4. Primary Music

5. Guide To Tags

6. Hobbies

7. Other Media

8. Kinnie List

9. Primary Fandoms

10. Cast List

11. Outro

[ The Basics ]

- I absolutely adore nicknames, feel free to call me anything you want; chances are I’ll be fine with it

- pretty basic DNI -> homophobes, transphobes, racists, xenophobes, proshippers (wincest ಠ_ಠ)

- feel free to interact or spam (the good kind), my notifs are off so you won’t be bothering me at all!! Feel free to do asks or anons as long as yr a minor, I love love love answering asks. I promise I’m not scary, I don’t bite (anymore lol)

- I would prefer it as a personal boundary that you don’t DM me unless you truly deem it fit, those 1 on 1 situations tend to be incredibly uncomfortable for me. If there’s truly something you’d like to speak to me about in private, go for it.

- I love my mutuals to death. Whether we talk every day or haven’t spoken once, ily :)

- I greatly appreciate tone tags!!! There is a list at the top of this intro with a tone tag guide!

- CDT timezone, typically active from 7 AM - 12 AM (this will change to 6-8AM and 5-11PM soon)

[ Fun Facts ] + notes

- my car’s name is TOMATER (all caps)

- im the ninth wonder of the world

- I love doing little drawings

- if you want one just ask (examples at end)

- once again I love love love my mutuals

- Richard Cameron defender for life

- theme changes often

- ADHD & severe social anxiety

- if you ever draw anything for me I’ll love u forever

- The Man Who Would Be King (6x20) is the best SPN episode and nobody can convince me otherwise

- if I don’t respond I swear I’m not ignoring you!! Chances are I said ‘I’ll answer later’ and then forgot—just @ me!!

- if you ever have any corrections for one of my posts (typo, incorrect facts, hurtful language) please please let me know whether it be public or private, as the last thing I’d want to do is upset anybody.

[ My Resume ]

- Professional Ghostbuster, Midwestern Cowboy, Supervillain (for the fits)

- Bug you put in a jar with sticks and leaves and a few holes in the lid so it can breathe kinda guy yk?

- Weird kid and loser for life (I’m happy this way)

- I believe I’m incredibly funny (tell me if I’m not)

- Most sentences have bonus sentences (for the thoughts that didn’t fit into the sentence right)

- hot feral scientist

[ Primary Music ] + fav song by each (‘m basic wtv)

- AJJ -> Getting Naked, Playing With Guns

- Cage The Elephant -> Spiderhead/Halo

- Car Seat Headrest -> Life Worth Missing

- David Bowie -> Rebel Rebel

- Radiohead -> Karma Police

- Seb Lowe -> The Man, The Myth

- The Front Bottoms -> Be Nice To Me / More Than It Hurts You

- The Smiths -> Pretty Girls Make Graves

- Vundabar -> Worn/Wander, Sad Clown

- Will Wood -> Memento Mori

[ Guide to Tags ]

- #evan speaks -> yapping time, applies to majority of my posts

- #evan rants -> I’ve got a lot to talk about!!

- #evan draws -> I draw :3 some art at the end

- #evan can’t vote -> US politics (doesn’t come up that often, but still)

- #evan loves his mutuals -> y’all are my best friends and ily sososo much

[ Hobbies ]

- Occasionally crocheting

- Reading and writing

- I play alto sax in marching band (never rains on the *redacted* 🫡🌧️)

- loveeee art so much, specifically pencil drawing and painting

- idk if music counts as a hobby (listening+playing)

[ Other Media ]

Shows -> Supernatural, Sherlock, House MD, My Babysitters A Vampire (Rory my beloved), Scooby-Doo, Over The Garden Wall

Movies -> Dead Poets Society, Ghostbusters, Velvet Goldmine, The Truman Show, Goonies, Stand By Me, Saw Franchise, IT 2017

Others -> Homestuck, The Secret History, getting into newer classics (highschool english class books tbh), I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream

[ Kinnie List ]

Steven Meeks (DPS), Castiel (SPN), Richie Tozier (IT), Truman Burbank (TTS), Egon Spengler (Ghostbusters), Adam Stanheight (Saw), Henry Winter (TSH), Will Graham (Hannibal)

[ Primary Fandoms ]

Supernatural, Sherlock, Dead Poets Society, Homestuck, Ghostbusters, House MD

[ Cast List ] <- y’all are like my family ily

@pingunaa @ghostboyhood @wordssricochet @poetsinnyc @meekspeaks @midwest-quill @yourfavvgal @alightelixe @lv3buzzz @craicapparition @asclexe @lefthandedspaghetti @notcatseatheadrest @wilsons-three-legged-siamese @de4d-poet-kisser @cherrishnoodles @blakenation1 @desire-mona @prettypinkbubbless @sesamie @hemlocksloadofbull @mighthavebeenmurder @tired-and-bored-nerd @neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies @sillyhyperfixator

^^ if we ain’t close like that lmk and I’ll take you off dw ♥︎ and if I somehow missed you please please tell me and I’ll fix it right away, there’s some people I was gonna add but I wasn’t sure if we were friends like that yet lol

Outro!!

If you made it to the end of this thank you thank you thank you so much it means the world to me.

I can’t add more photos, so I’ll make and link a separate post with my art, so you can decide if that’s something you’d be interested in!!!

[ art here!! ]

[prof-peach]

You've mentioned that you are dyslexic and I was hoping you might be willing to answer some questions? No pressure if it's too personal though.

I'm trying to revamp my blog* and make sure it is accessible to as many people as possible. I have already figured out contrast for colorblind individuals, but moving on to the font has been a nightmare. I know comic sans was designed for people with dyslexia, but my old literary magazine teacher is in my head telling me I can't use it. Are there any other fonts that make reading easier for you personally? Or just other things I could do to the text (size, color, boldness, ect.) that would make it more accessible for you?

*not the blog I'm sending this ask from

Sure, though don’t know how much help I’ll be!

Colour choices are very helpful, dark mode literally saves my life on a number of websites, a lighter text on a darker background often helps me focus up. I find a larger font is better too, more because when I’m reading my eyes will jump around irrationally between words to do so.

Most people will apparently go from A, to B, to C, ect ect. In order?? Sounds wild to me haha

I tend to go from A to E, to C, back to A, to B if I’m lucky. Takes me a while to get through big chunks of text. A lot of how I adapt involves a physical item on my end. A card, a pencil, a piece of paper, something to separate the line of text I’m on to stay on that one point.

I am not educated in terms of what others go through, this is just my issues, and I won’t lie, there’s defo a little tism and adhd in the mix, it’s a hot pot of distractions haha!

So bigger text makes lingering on one word easier, least from where I’m standing.

Breaking things up into more manageable chunks is handy, formatting helps, big paragraphs (which even I am guilty of writing) are hard to get through in one sitting. I gotta highlight where I got to, get up and come back to it sometimes. Or if I’m in a rush read it like 4 times for the information to go in and stick around. Even then I’ll forget stuff.

As for comic sans. I personally loathe it with a burning passion. It’s a combination of art eye that hates how it looks, growing up with teachers using it “for legibility” but not realising it’s like…a child font. It bugs me so much. What’s worse is I live with a really talented graphic designer, who makes all his fonts himself more often than not, and so his hatred for it only fuels mine haha!

‘Helvetica Neue’ is designed for ease of reading, used in public transport particularly in new york subway systems, it’s whole thing was to be glanced at and quickly be legible. So try that one? Might be easier on the eye.

Sorry I don’t have better advice, I can only say what I do to work around it, but it might help a little? I’m sure people can message you or chime in on how they adapt and cope with dyslexia.

[ollie-duck]

Okay so

Racism towards Palestinians and not being starkly against their genocide is okay because you “have family in isnt-real (but they’re not white)”.

But

People having odd interests as coping mechanisms with the disorder that relies on coping with trauma in such extreme ways that the subconscious literally doesn’t fuse is bad.

Got it. Alters simply existing bad. But genocide acceptable.

Have the day you deserve, bootlicker.

@clockworkconstellati0n since you want to publicly insult me but are too much of a coward to do so with your handle attached (either that or your system blog is a side blog, either way, dick move).

You want to play this game? With an archaeologist? Really? Fine, I’ll play.

At no point did I say what Netanyahu is doing to the Palestinians is any way acceptable. I even told you outright that I believe in the two state solution. (AS DO THE VAST MAJORITY OF ISRAELIS on both counts)

(Proof)

Telling you that MY family isn’t white is not even remotely akin to racism against Palestinians. I brought it up because it’s a common JVP talking point, the same organization you openly claimed (at least some) affiliation with.

(Proof)

As for me calling out “alters for just existing” but being “totally fine with genocide” -

I don’t talk about the war specifically because it’s extremely upsetting to me, and also not even remotely relevant to system stuff. As for me not being okay with the guy who openly and publicly SUPPORTS THE ACTIONS OF THE FUCKING COLUMBINE SHOOTERS (it was more than just having fictives of them, if you had actually bothered to read the G-d damn post)

The fact that you assumed all of this about me simply based on the fact that I have family in Israel speaks VOLUMES about your values.

Good luck converting to an inherently Zionist religion with biases like those!

Quick lesson for those who don’t know!: Zionism/Zionist is the simply held belief (and the basis of our entire religion!) that Israel is our ancestral homeland, and that because we are indigenous to it, we ought to be… oh I don’t know… allowed to live there? Zionism does NOT mean you support the war. It does NOT mean you support Netanyahu. It does NOT mean that you believe we cannot coexist peacefully with the Palestinians. It does NOT mean you believe all Palestinians should die. It means, and has ALWAYS meant, that we believe we deserve to live in the land of our origin.

You say you want to convert to Judaism, but are just having such a hard time finding a non Zionist Shul to attend!

I wonder why that could be?

Did you know that over half of the 613 mitsvot are IMPOSSIBLE to perform outside of the land of Israel? But Judaism isn’t inherently Zionist or anything.

Pop quiz:

What temple was sequestered by a known Greek conqueror and later reclaimed by its original Jewish builders?

A) The temple of Manhattan

B) The temple of Canada

C) The second temple of Jerusalem‎ in Israel, then known as Judea ( בֵּית־הַמִּקְדָּשׁ‎ הַשֵּׁנִי‎ ) - gee I wonder what happened to the first one?

If you answered C, congrats! We celebrate this temple being returned to us every year with the Festival of Lights (hannukah)!

Question 2:

What land did we spend 40 years looking for after leaving subjugation in Egypt, according to our most sacred text?

A) Manhattan

B) Canada

C) Israel, the land of our birth

If you answered C, Israel, you’d be correct! But I’m sure that wasn’t one of the most important stories of our entire religion, or anything, right?

Question 3:

What popular phrase is said that the end of the Passover Seder, promising to celebrate next year in a specific city of great religious and cultural significance?

A) Next year in manhattan!

B) Next year in Ontario!

C) Next year in Jerusalem!

If you chose C, you’d be correct! Jews promise every year when we celebrate Passover, that next year we will do it in our most sacred city, the city in the land of our birth!

Oh dear, is that ANOTHER Zionist holiday? Maybe there’s a reason you’re having so much trouble finding rabbis who want to completely disown our most important doctrine. It’s not like the entire religion hinges on us being sons and daughters of Israel, or anything!

Have you participated in Tisha B’av yet? I wonder what that one commemorates! Fasting is very serious.

Uh oh! Looks like we found another Zionist holiday!

How about the holiest holiday we have (Yom Kippur)? Surely THAT one can be celebrated by anti Zionists such as yourself!

Oh dear! It looks like this one ALSO started in Jerusalem! Bummer!

But I’m sure you’ll have absolutely no conflicts with your fellow Jews by converting to the religion BUILT ON ZIONISM! They surely won’t feel unsafe in your presence, because obviously you wouldn’t go out of your way to insult them for where they were born! That would be racism! You aren’t racist! It’s not like over half of us were born in Israel or something!

“Over half of the Jewish population are Israeli-born to at least one parent who was also Israeli-born. Those of European and American ancestry make up about 2.2 million (36%) of the Jewish population in Israel, while Africans fill out another 14.5% and Asians are 11.2%.”

(Source - Jewish Virtual Library)

“More than four-fifths of all Jews live in just two countries, the United States (41%) and Israel (41%).”

(Source - Pew Research Center)

Are you sure that picking this fight with an archaeology major who hoped to specialize in the Near East was such a good idea?

You come for my family and I will come for you.

If this had stayed about me, I would’ve reacted with far less vitriol in my fact checking. But you went and brought my family into it. Given that you have such little grasp of what is important to Jews, I find it pertinent to mention that we always protect our family, no matter what.

Uncut screenshots and proof that this is them will be put in the reblog as I’ve hit the image limit.