#((I struggled so much with this one you don't understand))

[minothtime]

I'm a translator, which is sort of linguist-adjacent, so let me try to shed some light onto this! Lengthy sort-of-explanation under the cut

(Disclaimer: English is my second language, so please forgive me for any mistakes, oddities or typos ^^;)

first of all, the whole "referencing posts or known sentences to evoke feelings" is what linguistic in-groups are like! Tumblr has its own set of specific words and references that are constantly being flung around. This exact thing happens in other circles -4chan boards, kpop stan twitter, tiktok comments- or even smaller groups like fandoms! References are what separates the in-group from the out-group, as Etymology Nerd explains in this tangentially-related short.

But... Tumblr feels different, somehow, right? Because it's not just very specific references made in a relatively close-knit fandom. We're not talking about the Zohar or about Hyunjin actually being part of Odd Eye Circle. These references are SITE-WIDE! They're extremely easy to come across and you can find an explanation by asking literally anyone! How come?

Well, I'd wager this has to do with two things: Tumblr's unique features and the Tumblr userbase itself.

Tumblr is unique among other social media for many reasons. One of them is the interaction with old posts: there's no stigma surrounding it, unlike other social media, and there is no deterrents put in place by the website itself either. This way, posts can live in the common consciousness for much, much longer, cementing them in people's minds and becoming part of the website's zeitgeist.

To be fair, I personally believe that this is the case thanks to those "popular" or "iconic" posts being spread across the internet, giving new users the chance to look for them and reblog or interact with something they are familiar with. This naturally extends the lifespan of such posts. This is also why humorous posts like "the tubby custard machine", "tea tastes different in hot water" or "children's hospital", among a slew of others, have an easier time surviving the passing of time than more serious or niche posts.

Tumblr's userbase, on the other hand, is also quite... unique. This section will all be from my point of view and from observations I've made myself, so do not take my word for it. Or do. Don't hesitate to chip in about this part yourself!

Anyways. The Tumblr userbase - or "ecosystem", as it has been called. There's a staggering amount of variety in this webbed site, and many others before me will probably explain it better than I ever will (Strange Aeons, for example). Since the so-called 2018 "exodus" (when nsfw was banned from the platform and many users left for greener pastures), Tumblr has been considered a "dead" site, when it couldn't be further from the truth. Somehow, by virtue of not shooting themselves in the foot like literally every single other social media, Tumblr has survived. Even if its behavior towards trans people (mostly women) is still very suspect. But I digress.

Basically, I think Tumblr users like to feel included. Because so many of us have struggled socially, we suddenly find ourselves in a site filled to the brim with people similar to us. A site with accessible inside jokes that are funny, easily understandable, and easy to use. A site with the bare minimum rule of "don't be a fucking jerk but otherwise go nuts". These references make people feel good when they see them, when they understand them, and when they use them themselves. "Oh, I know what you're talking about! I get it!". Also personally as an autistic person i like knowing what something means. And I love making references other people get. It's something I struggled to do before and now I can do it!!

That's the socio-linguistic explanation for the iconic post references. But, really, I think that also affects the whole typing and rethorical-question side of things!

This very clear distinction between a question that requires an answer (usually marked with question marks) and rethorical questions (no question marks whatsoever) helps a lot! Neurodivergent people who struggle with tone suddenly have a clear-cut indicator that helps make them more comfortable, which perpetuates the system. Because it's great!!

The hyper-exaggerated compliments might come from a place of necessity, tho. Language has evolved to a point where non-ironic/common sentiments like "oh i rlly like ur art!" or "wow, what a cool use of space!" feel lackluster and barebones. The way the internet requires exaggeration for anything to be taken seriously, because of the flashiness or the so-called "algorithm speak", has bled into everyday speech patterns. If I'm talking about a painting i saw and I say "god it makes me wanna claw my eyes out. it makes me wanna scream and yell and grab the artist by the lapel and shake them like a maraca" my mother will look at me and go "what the fuck". My friends will just smile and nod in agreement.

Now that I stop to think about it, this obsession with hyperbole probably comes from a place of desperation - we want to be perfectly understood and leave no doubt about our stance. This, of course, is the natural consequence of those many years the internet at large spent obsessed with so-called "irony". Being earnest wasn't "cool", so you had to appear unaffected by everything and behave as unimpressed as possible to be taken seriously at all. Nowadays, you can't say you like something without having to preemptively write seven paragraphs defending your stance. And this sucks.

I'm a staunch supporter of the bring-back-earnestness movement. While saying things like "i'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure" is funny and all, sometimes just commenting a heartfelt "i really loved this piece. I think about it a lot!" feels mor efreeing than having to think a funny, quirky way of saying the same thing you've been adding to the tags of your reblogs for five years.

TLDR tumblr is how it is bc neurodivergent people. my advice: be yourselves, don't be malicious, be earnest, be curious, never be afraid to learn.

do feel free to correct me on anything i've said if necessary! i might be linguist-adjacent and very interested in sociolinguistics and neurodivergent behavior online but i'm not omniscient and i love to learn.

(play xenoblade chronicles x it's a very good game)

when did tumblr collectively decide not to use punctuation like when did this happen why is this a thing

[sirfrogsworth]

(In reference to this post)

I'm going to be honest, this kind of attitude concerns me.

I've been going over my past lately. I'm writing something about my relationship with my brother. And I found a letter I never sent him.

Here is an excerpt.

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I was not a good brother to you.

I took you for granted and was an ungrateful jerk. You used to do so much to help me. You did all kinds of manual labor because my stupid failing body could not. You built me things. You helped me fix things. You drove me places I needed to be. When I first got sick at college you came to Kansas City and scooped me up and brought me back home.

I remember one Christmas you even went back to the family gathering and stuck up for me. They didn't understand how sick I was and you explained it to them. I never told you how much that meant to me. I should have hugged you and thanked you profusely on the spot. You believed me even when some doctors refused to. And you used that big heart of yours to defend me.

That was an amazing act of courage. Find that same courage now. Stand up for Mom & Dad. Stand up for yourself. Put your foot down and fix this.

It took me way too long to figure it out, but it is my regret of being a bad brother that helped me realize why you don't like my humor. Why you are one of the very few people I can't make laugh. It's because I used that humor at your expense. I made fun of you. I teased you the same way those betraying bastard fake friends did in high school. At the time, I probably thought my jokes were harmless fun. But I'm sure you felt they were cruel and hurtful. We are such different people and I had a hard time understanding you. I used humor as a weapon to highlight our differences. I have no excuse. I have no justification for being a jerk to you.

All I can do is say I am sorry. Truly and deeply sorry.

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I didn't send that letter because he was too far gone. His wife read every email and text and I had no way of getting through to just him.

My brother used to be a much better person than me. I often failed to be the good person I thought I was. I didn't realize I was being hurtful at the time. And I didn't do this to just him. I thought I was just making jokes. It was not "pretty easy" for me to realize that. It took years of growing and hindsight.

He used to be nothing but good behaviors all the way down.

And I struggled to limit my bad behaviors.

I was bullied in grade school and realized that if you are funny, people don't bully you anymore. So my brain thought I needed to make people laugh at all times. And it didn't matter if my jokes were at someone else's expense.

Bad behaviors are often easy. They can be tempting. They can require less effort. They can have greater rewards. And sometimes they can protect you. They can be a defense mechanism. Your brain trying to avoid trauma. "I'll hurt someone first so no one hurts me."

There is a reason so many people struggle to be good all the time.

Good behavior requires constant vigilance. You can't do a certain number of good things and then just call yourself a good person. And you can't just not do bad things either. A good person isn't necessarily just "not being evil to other people." That is neutral, at best.

I've learned that being a good person isn't something you just are. It is an ongoing choice. You have to maintain it. You have to actively keep it going. You have to consistently choose good behaviors and limit the bad.

And we all choose bad behaviors from time to time.

Don't kid yourself.

If you know the story of my brother, he let bad behaviors win. He let someone influence him to abuse and neglect his own family. He did it because he was traumatized. He was humiliated by a girl in high school. She said she was his girlfriend. She let him take her to prom. Then she wrote a one-act play called "Prom Nightmare" and performed it in front of the entire school. He was a laughing stock to 2000 classmates.

He is terrified of being alone but he is also terrified that any romantic partner is faking their affections. So obedience is his tool to prevent that. He will do anything his partner instructs to make sure her affection is real. His unmanaged trauma has run amok and led him to dark choices to keep his relationship intact at any cost.

He was such a good person. And now he is not. He has the potential. He is so good with his daughter. He is capable of good behaviors. And I think that is why it upsets and angers me so much. I can still see what he could be.

If you want to see people as just good and bad, that's up to you. I can't do it anymore. I think humans are too complicated. And I worry about getting complacent. I need to check in on my ratio of good to bad behaviors constantly. It would be too easy to say I am a good person and not think about it again.

I mean, sure, I don't kick puppies. I don't taunt the elderly. I don't assault random strangers.

Being good is easy!

Right?

[flvvffy]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍', 𝐌𝐀...❞

wc: 748. anon. not proofread. this ended up being a cut little post of reader dealing with the troubles of motherhood and what a coincidence. HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!!!

your long-term boyfriend suguru enters your apartment to find it a mess. toys scattered all over the floor of the living room and hallway. the kitchen looked liked like a food war zone. flour and other residue he did not want to know.

and there you were, head in your hands and it looked like...you were crying?

"baby...?", he calls out softly walking towards you. you looked up with watery and puffy eyes.

"shit!", you inhaled sharply and plastered a fake smile on your face, frantically wiping your tears. "you didn't tell me you were coming. h-how was your day?"

"let's not focus on me. what's wrong?", he asked, brows creased in concern as he sat down next to you, placing a reassuring hand on your thigh. you look away embarrassed. "you can tell me anything, love. i'm here for you always", he gently tilts your head to look at him and the tears fall again. he pulls you in, crying on his chest, your fisting his shirt causing wrinkles but he doesn't care. "it's okay, baby. let it out...let it all out", he soothes your back as you sob endlessly into his shirt.

your there in his embrace for what felt like hours, your sobs getting quieter and your breathing getting more steady. you sniffle a couple of times and he kisses the top of your head. you get off of him and breathe in. he wipes a tear off your cheek and you melt into his touch.

"no one told me being a mother was so hard. my own kid practically hates me!", his brows crease at this. your not looking at him. it's easier this way.

"he doesn't hate you..."

"he won't eat the food i give him. he doesn't wanna clean up after himself once he's done playing and he just doesn't listen to me... he told me he hated me...", you feel the familiar sting in your eyes and your throat getting dry making it hard to swallow. "where did i go wrong?", your voice cracks and you let out a breathe.

"there is absolutely nothing wrong with you, sweetie. you're doing the best that you can for your son, and that's one of the things i love most about you. you could've left him and struggled for yourself, but because of your endless love for him, you took care of him. not because you were forced to...but because you wanted to", he offers a kind smile your way. "motherhood isn't easy really, but your love for you little boy makes it more easier...more bearable. he's only 5. he doesn't really understand what your going through, but he definitely holds more love than you know for you. the only person who truly cares for you", he presses a soft kiss on your lips and you feel your heart constrict.

at the corner of your eye, you see your son peeking 'round the corner. you spot him and he appears to have a guilty expression. suguru turns around and spots him too. "i'm gonna go help with the mess in the kitchen", he excuses himself and once he's out, your five year old walks up shyly towards you not making eye contact, holding something behind his back.

"mommy...", he calls in a small voice.

"yes, sweetie", you say with so much love and he purses his lips together.

he hands you whatever he had behind his back. it's a drawing. a drawing of you and him holding hands and a huge sorry written on the top. it's spelt wrong but you it meant so much. "i'm sorry i made you cry because of me. i don't hate mommy. i love mommy. you're the best mommy in the whole world. i don't want another mommy...", you quickly pull him in for a tight hug, your heart swelling in your chest. you press dozens of kisses on his cheek as he giggles.

"mommy forgives you, baby. but you need to understand that you made me quite upset when you said those words. promise to never say them again", you held out your pinky and he smiled widely at you, his two front teeth missing.

"promise!", he locks his tiny pinky with yours and hugs you. "i love you mommy"

"i love you too baby. more than you know"

your boyfriend suguru's watching the two of you. an unknowing smile etched on his face as he wonders how you'll be woth his kids in the near future...

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘

[therainscene]

Gonna be a bit of a buzzkill here, but: I think what annoys me about Ted's been casually assuming that Mike was dating Will this whole time theories is that they always tend to treat it as a fun outcome.

Like, I get it: Ted's the useless one-dimensional suburban dad who makes bland observations he thinks are insightful quips, and he hasn't had much of a character arc beyond getting dragged along for the ride his more three-dimensional wife is on -- so what is there for him to do, really, other than to delight us with one final, genuinely insightful joke that subverts our expectations but makes perfect sense in hindsight?

But I feel like this would essentially make him one of those "allies" whose egos are more important to them than actually being supportive, and so they make smug jokes about how accepting they are at the expense of their kids' fear of rejection:

"I hate my gay son! Oh, not because he's gay, he's just an asshole." 🤭 "Why are you telling me you're gay? I figured that out years ago. Stop crying and go help your mother with the dishes." 🙄 etc.

It wouldn't be out of character for Ted to do this. I can totally see him doing it! But it's out of character for the show to make light of queer struggles, so I'd expect it to be critical of Ted for doing this.

Often, parents like the ones described above really do mean well, but they just don't know what they're supposed to do other than try to keep treating their kid the same as if they were straight. Lots of parents struggle with that; I'd argue even Joyce does in S3:

Will's clearly experiencing a specifically queer difficulty here -- boys like him aren't allowed to fall in love and he's upset about having to watch straight people openly enjoy things he thinks he'll never have -- and that apparently sails over Joyce's head. She just smiles at her Silly Immature Boy Who Doesn't Get The Appeal Of Sex Yet and drops the topic.

[Edit: To be clear, Joyce knows he's gay and is explicitly showing support for gay love here. She just has a blind spot when it comes to the gay teen experience.]

It's a disappointing change in her approach from the first two seasons, in which she fought her ass off to understand and advocate for his needs, even when communication seemed nigh impossible.

But then, maybe S3 is about granting Will his S2 wish to not be coddled by his mom anymore.

The Jonwill heart-to-heart at the end of S4 is my favourite scene in the whole show, because it's a pitch-perfect demonstration of how to balance closeted queer kids' need for support against their need to handle things on their own terms, all without embarrassing them by showing your hand of Already Knowing.

Maybe you're thinking: didn't Karen do exactly this with Mike all the way back in S1?

[Literally hiding his future beard in his closet during this convo lol 10/10 queer-coding]

Well, no. The point I made in my previous Wheeler analysis still applies: Karen, as of S1, is too prone to trusting dangerous authorities over her own kids -- and so her words ring hollow. She means well, but deep down she's prioritizing her need to feel like a good mother over putting any real effort into figuring out what Mike needs: reassurance that he and his flock of outcast friends will be safe if he's open with her.

The key thing Jonathan gets right is to understand his brother well enough to directly address the underlying fear that's been preventing Will from opening up:

So if Ted's sole contribution to Mike's queer arc ends up being a reveal that he's always known and been too cool to blab to anyone, but also that he did nothing about it other than to smugly wait for Mike to come out...?

...I just think that would feel more tragic than funny.

[ciricearts]

your art is literally so so so pretty, I wanna reach that level one day!! Do you have any tips for someone who kind of struggles with anatomy, plus any tips for coloring so prettily?

HIII!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

Okay, keep in mind that even though I've been drawing for years and have schooling in arts and design, I still have a lot of progress to make, so maybe there are better tips than these, but I'll give you tips based on my current experience!

Speaking of anatomy:

- ​​Basically, practice; draw and draw and draw, poses. It's also good to study the muscular system (that helped me a lot), as it helps you better recognize the depth and details of the body, which parts have more thickness or relief, among other things.

Drawing and beginning to understand those details that you wouldn't notice at first glance will help you gradually improve your anatomy.

For me, that's the key: noticing those details you don't see at first, and you dont remember them immediately.

Also, a good exercise is to use these pages that give you random poses to practice. I'll leave you some links.

https://quickposes.com/en/gestures/random

https://www.sketchdaily.net/

- And coloring tips: This is much more complex.

Keep in mind that all of this is a study like any other branch.

I recommend studying color theory, such as the color wheel (this is a great resource for that), color combinations, which colors are elemental, and shades, etc.

You can also look up information on lighting and shadows, which is essential to help you understand depth.

Over time, the more you understand this, the more you will adapt to it, adding your own personalization and blends, but first and foremost, you have to learn and study!

KEEP IN MIND THAT THIS IS SOMETHING THAT REQUIRES A LOT OF PATIENCE!! It takes months and years of practice. Don't despair and enjoy your learning process. If you're consistent, you'll have great results!

[unforgivable-thatswhatiam]

The (Ineffable) Art of Loving

The secret of GO lies in the pure beauty and profound depth of Crowley and Aziraphale’s relationship. Theirs is one of the most moving love stories I’ve ever encountered in fiction—without a doubt.

They weren’t made to love each other. And yet, they discover that they are.

From the day 1, they struggle against their feelings — the attraction, the fascination, the longing. But despite five millennia of efforts before the Arrangement began, they can’t stay apart.

So, they make a choice. Perhaps not fully realising it was love at the time — but still, they chose each other.

“Love isn't something natural. Rather it requires discipline, concentration, patience, faith, and the overcoming of narcissism. It isn't a feeling, it is a practice.”

I think these words perfectly describe what Crowley and Aziraphale share. And I hope that Erich Fromm wouldn't mind if in this post I'll quote his The Art of Loving to explore more deeply the nature of the bond that binds the Ineffable Couple, their real love.

First, they show concentration on the other

They have patience - and respect for the other's needs

They have faith in the other - put their lives in the other's hands

There isn't in them - or I haven't noticed - any narcissism to overcome.

They aren't the typical dysfunctional fictional couple that audiences are trained to romanticise. They're not some Ross&Rachel or Buffy&Spike. Their relationship is anything but dysfunctional.

Aziraphale and Crowley don't hurt each other out of whim or caprices or the tropes of longing streched thin by time and space, they hurt each other because they love too much: I can't give you holy water, it'll destroy you completely; you are so clever, but also so stupid for still believing God might do something for the humans, but She ignores all of us; and so on with other painful truths spoken when love has nowhere safe to land.

To love someone whose very nature is meant to oppose yours — who was literally made to be your enemy and has the precise office to cancel you out — as an angel and a demon, should be impossible. It's difficult even for us, ordinary humans with our different natures! It seems unthinkable for them. And yet... their bond is ineffable.

Across the centuries, we see them dance together and get their own rithm, softening the edges. They adapt, adjust, and grow — in the words of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, not only gazing at each other, but looking together in the same direction too.

And they choose. Again and again, they choose.

“Love is a decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever. A feeling comes and it may go. How can I judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgment and decision?”

“Love is not primarily a relationship to a specific person; it is an attitude, an orientation of character which determines the relatedness of a person to the world as a whole, not toward one “object” of love.”

“If I truly love one person I love all persons, I love the world, I love life. If I can say to somebody else, "I love you," I must be able to say, "I love in you everybody, I love through you the world, I love in you also myself.”

They love each other, and they love humanity too, even if it puts them at risk. To love, in a world of orders and oppositions, is dangerous, sometimes even lethal.

But they love anyway. From always.

“What does one person give to another? He gives of himself, of the most precious he has, he gives of his life. This does not necessarily mean that he sacrifices his life for the other—but that he gives him of that which is alive in him; he gives him of his joy, of his interest, of his understanding, of his knowledge, of his humor, of his sadness—of all expressions and manifestations of that which is alive in him. In thus giving of his life, he enriches the other person, he enhances the other's sense of aliveness by enhancing his own sense of aliveness. He does not give in order to receive; giving is in itself exquisite joy. But in giving he cannot help bringing something to life in the other person, and this which is brought to life reflects back to him.”

Here we have a crowd of exemples, when it comes to the sacrifice: Crowley saving Aziraphale from the Blitz, Aziraphale giving the Holy Water, knowing what it might mean... Moreover, every time they meet, every time they speak they risk their life.

And they are full of each other's life, having something that in many long-term marriages is only a dream: to know each other by heart, to carry the other always within oneself. In magic, books, sadness, anxiety, tone of voice, sarcasm, glances...

"He does not give in order to receive; giving is in itself exquisite joy.”

"But in giving he cannot help bringing something to life in the other person, and this which is brought to life reflects back to him."

“Mature love is union under the condition of preserving one’s integrity, one’s individuality. Love is an active power in man; a power which breaks through the walls which separate man from his fellow men, which unites him with others; love makes him overcome the sense of isolation and separateness, yet it permits him to be himself, to retain his integrity. In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.”

Infantile love follows the principle: "I love because I am loved." Mature love follows the principle: "I am loved because I love." Immature love says: "I love you because I need you." Mature love says: "I need you because I love you."

My favourite one. The first line isn't given to our ineffable pair, but we can find its echo in Adam. He's truly loved by his family, and because of that love, he loves Tadfield and the familiar world around him: he chooses love too, he chooses not to be the Antichrist, giving up unimaginable power in order to protect everything he loves.

Mature love follows the principle: "I am loved because I love"

Immature love says: "I love you because I need you." Expressed e converso, in denial - by both of them

Mature love says: "I need you because I love you"

“Love is an activity, not a passive affect; it is a “standing in”, not a “falling for”.

“Love is possible only if two persons communicate with each other from the center of their existence, hence if each one of them experiences himself from the center of his existence. Only in this “central experience” is human reality, only here is aliveness, only here is the basis for love. Love, experienced thus, is a constant challenge; it is not a resting place, but a moving, growing, working together; even whether there is harmony or conflict, joy or sadness, is secondary to the fundamental fact that two people experience themselves from the essence of their existence, that they are one with each other by being one with themselves, rather than by fleeing from themselves. There is only one proof for the presence of love: the depth of the relationship, and the aliveness and strength in each person concerned; this is the fruit by which love is recognized.”

But they are not whole — not yet: neither is one with himself, they flee from themselves. Each admires the other’s best, loves his uniqueness, and silently wishes he could accept it too: yellow is pretty — Aziraphale longs for Crowley to show openly his demonic and beautiful eyes and spread their yellow everywhere, and with this, the beautiful soul he hides behind dark glasses; Crowley, in turn, treasures Aziraphale's gentle heart and softness — that set him apart from other angels — and wishes Aziraphale wouldn't feel guilty or less angelic because of these. This is what goodness truly is, not blind obedience to orders, even from God, but compassion.

Still, they are more complex than humans. Crowley can't fully accept himself because he didn't mean to fall, he never truly understood the reasons of his demonic condition and so he couldn't fully accept it — yet he can't return to being an angel either, because they are "just pretendy good", not "properly good". Now he's only himself, less brilliant than his angel, not fully demonic, but perhaps still too much a demon to believe he could ever be fully loved by an angel. As a demon, he also feels powerless to protect the angel he loves from both Heaven and Hell, which means he can’t fully live this love in the open. The same is true for Aziraphale, who thinks he's not enough for Crowley's love, and struggles to accept himself also because he's still tied to a toxic and abusive Heaven - that has traumatised him but, even more, has deeply hurt his demon. And he couldn't do anything to stop it. He represents Heaven, somehow, and fears Crowley can't love him fully for that (even though he's the one who Crowley still calls angel).

They don't accept themselves, so they can't love themselves - and as a result, both fear they are not enough for the other, that they are unworthy of being loved (beautifully explained in this post by @dalliancekay), and they suffer for fear of abandonment too. Aziraphale because everytime they argue Crowley walks away (then returns, but...), except in the Final15, and Crowley is shaped by his trauma: he has already been abandoned, betrayed and metaforically killed (his POV) by Someone who claimed to love him.

But no love for another can be complete without self-love. Without it, love becomes fearful and needy. A love like this may be unconditional, but it stops being free, turns a relationship into a lifeline, the first if not the sole reason to go on. And no one can love wholly or safely without first loving themselves.

Actually, neither of them wants to be what they were institutionally made to be; instead, they belong to their own side, defined by human morality and human love. And they can't accept being anything else. So, I hope they might become everything they long to be on Earth ("we've come to a decision"?), finally free from fear, guilt and pain, so that they can simply love openly, safely, in peace 💞

“To have faith requires courage, the ability to take a risk, the readiness even to accept pain and disappointment. (...) To be loved, and to love, need courage, the courage to judge certain values as of ultimate concern — and to take the jump and to stake everything on these values.”

[angeliteeyes]

Waiter! Waiter! Can i have some fluff xd

Soo... one of my favorite tropes in fanfic and that is the "drunk s/o doesn't recognize their parter." I would like to ask that with yae miko.

Thanks in advance :D

At your service!!! Let me just see what's going on the kitchen- OH GREAT HEAVENS

Um. So. Our cook set everything on fire... but don't worry! I managed to grab your fluff before it could get burnt. Here you go! ^^

Yae Miko With a Drunk Reader That Doesn't Recognize Her

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"I'm taken!"

Your angry exclamation stops her in her tracks. It's not as though it's her first time seeing you in a drunk state, but never to this extent. Even now, as she's leaning closer to your flushed face, you stand by your former statement and glare her down, much to her amusement.

"Oh really? By whom, might I ask?" She tilts her head to the side.

"Yae Miko, duh! She's uh... uh... a million times better than you, so back off." You attempt to frown, yet your lack of coordination only allows you to manage a childish pout. She herself also struggles to control her facial expression, although her battle is with a gleeful smirk instead. How adorable of you to manage to make even insulting the love of your life sound sweet. Still, she can't show mercy to you just yet. That'd ruin the fun she's having.

"Mhm, I see. So, tell me. What makes this 'Yae Miko' so special in your eyes, hm?"

Many possibilities run through her head of what you might say. Of course, her looks were one of the things that attracted you to her; they better have, with how much pride she takes in maintaining her humanlike form's beauty. There's also her cunning nature, which morphs into flirtatiousness when you're around. Really, you have so many options to choose from.

Yet despite her confident nature, your next words still take her by surprise.

"I like... um, how do I say it... her honesty?"

Her expression goes blank. Slowly, she recollects herself, returning back to her playful tone.

"You think so? Well, I think that she's hiding a lot more than you realize."

You look back at her with a sheen of confusion.

"Huhhh? You don't get 'er at all! She likes to act all mysterious and stuff, but she's actually really sweet and sappy n' all that. She just tries to hide it most of the time." The sound of your tipsy giggling fills the air around you.

A bizarre rush of both panic and elation simultaneously pulses through her veins as she processes your words. Had she really slipped and let her carefully crafted guard fall that low around you? Or... a blush crosses her own face despite her sober status. The thought embarrasses her to voice, even if it's just in her own head. Maybe you simply paid so much attention to her that you could see the tiny wisps of her true personality that broke through her barriers, no matter how many years she's spent practicing her current persona.

By now, you've finally worn yourself out enough that your exhausted, half-asleep body begins to lean against hers, nuzzling into her warmth. She laughs a little at the display. Apparently, even when you're so drunk that you can't recognize her appearance, you still know exactly where you belong. She presses a kiss into your forehead.

"Nodding off already? Oh, if only I knew you would act so precious just from a couple of extra drinks... Still, that's not enough to save you from getting teased for this later, understand?"

You grumble into the fabric of her clothing softly before fully succumbing to your inevitable slumber. Although she won't admit to this out loud, her heart's still aflutter from the memories of how earnestly you spoke of her, how genuine she could tell each and every one of your words of praise were. She sighs.

If there has to be one lone human that knows the deepest depths of her heart, that can see through all of her facades, at least it gets to be you.

"Goodnight, my darling. Rest well."

[erenstitanweave]

RUNWAY WALK!

synopsis: rumors quickly began spreading that new york city's hottest model has been spotted seemingly being smitten with spiderman on numerous occasions, little does the public understand, though, the two are far past smitten.

rating: sfw (obviously), two teens in love i fear, kissing, reader is a well known model, reader and miles giggle about an inside joke (will be explained dw), miles is a FLIRT.

a/n: is this extremely self indulgent? absolutely!! do i care? absolutely NOT!! in all seriousness though, i love love love miles so much (no one say i have a type, NO ONE.) so i had to write for him!! this might not even get posted but just in case it does, reblogs and comments are well appreciated, enjoy!!

Headlines were one of two things, a way to spread publicity in a good way, or, more likely, a way for shitty journalists to get a buck. This newest headline about you was unfortunately an instance of the latter.

“NEW YORK’S HOTTEST MODEL SPOTTED WITH SPIDER-MAN YET AGAIN: COINCIDENCE OR SOMETHING MORE?”

You sighed as your eyes glazed over the big bold letters, no doubt you’d be getting an earful from your manager about this later. For now, though, the headline unfortunately took your attention off of the one currently laying on you. Miles groaned in annoyance, snatching your hand back towards him and putting it back in his hair, smirking against your skin once he felt the bliss of your nails gently scratching his scalp. You let out a small laugh and moved the phone away from your face, looking down at him. He peered up at you with a look in his eyes, a mixture of curiosity and what looked to be knowing. “You can't keep stalking me, you know that, right?” You asked, taking your hand out his hair and moving it down to his jaw, rubbing small circles with your thumb into the back of his neck.

He shifted his upper body, taking his face out the crook of your neck and opting to just lie on your chest. “Not stalking..it's called checking on you.” He mumbled, struggling to keep his eyes open as he spoke. The slight ray of sunlight from the window beamed down onto his face, moreso his eyes in particular, his eyes making your heart melt. “You're lucky you're cute, but I can't get fired because you keep ‘bumping’ into me.” You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his brow. “Just..try to be subtle, my love.” You whispered, feeling his grip slightly tighten around you. He pressed his lips to your collar, sprinkling kisses wherever he could reach without exerting himself too much.

You felt him hum in response against your skin, the sensation making you squirm slightly. His hands moved painstakingly slow up and down your sides, his lips curving into a smirk against your skin. You felt him murmuring against you, something that sounded like "I love you", but you weren't entirely sure. "Why don't you go to sleep? You've been half awake for two hours now." You asked, the sight of him making you giggle lightly. He barely shrugged his shoulders in response, staying still for a few minutes before lifting his head up to look at you. "Is it..really a problem? Me coming to see you, I mean." He clarified, adjusting his body and sitting up on his elbows. You hummed lightly, adjusting with him until you both laid down on your sides facing each other. "Not necessarily, at least, not to me." You said, leaning forward a bit and kissing his cheek. "I think she's just worried, stuff like this isn't usually taken well in the public eye. Plus, last thing you need is this backfiring on you."

Miles nodded slightly, his eyes closing in on your face, seemingly studying your expression. "Last thing you need is another mess on the runway because of me." He said with a laugh, making you giggle in response, shoving him lightly. "Yeah..she's still pissed about that, next time, aim the flowers at me and not at a rookie behind me." Miles groaned and rolled his eyes, laughing under his breath. "It was one time! I didn't do it again, so what's she still mad for?" He said, his lips contorting into that stupidly cute pout he always did. You both just laughed at each other, the laughter slowly dying out as the calm atmosphere consumed you both.

"Well, I guess you could start checking up on me before or after the shows..I mean, if you aren't catching any bank robbers or anything." You sighed, picking up your phone and continuing to scroll through the different news articles once again. Miles silently stared at you for a moment, just letting his eyes wander over your face and then the phone screen. His attention was caught by an article you mindlessly scrolled past, making him lift his hand and scroll upward. "Is that..me?" He asked slowly, the disbelief in his voice evident as you squinted your eyes to read the title.

"SPIDER-MAN: FROM THE EYES OF NEW YORK"

The title was oddly worded, at least, until you clicked on the actual article. The sight before you made you burst out laughing, the phone being dropped onto the bed somehow made it even funnier. The photos under the title were seemingly taken by people watching Miles fight, most of the photos probably even frames of videos made the poses caught by the camera even more hilarious. Miles, on the other hand, did NOT find this amusing in the slightest. The first image was probably the funniest, with him mid flip and his lanky arms dangling in the air. The second, taken mid-fight with a few bank robbers, showed Miles in the air looking as though he was floating above the criminals below him. The third, however, was the funniest one to you. Miles apparently had ordered a pizza for himself, only for a pigeon to take the pizza before he could even get it out of the box.

Between your tears and laughter, you silently thanked whoever took the photo, knowing it'd probably make it's way to your wallpaper once Miles left. Miles just stared at you with a blank expression, making the whole thing even more funny. "None of that was funny, baby." He huffed, snatching the phone and swiping out of the app. You breathed in and out for a moment, giggling to yourself as you tried to reach for the phone. "Wait! Come on, I wasn't even laughing that much!" You said, flopping down onto him and reaching for the phone. Miles kept up though, moving the phone every split second before you could grab it. Suddenly, he drops the phone right behind his head, his hands reaching to cradle the back of your neck and your jawline. His movements made you halt on your own, staying wide-eyed and completely still.

"As much as I love you, you can't beat me." He whispered with that stupid smirk on his face, kissing your cheek and around your mouth, very purposely missing your lips. You groaned lightly, giving his chest a gentle shove with a smile on your face. "Stop playing and kiss me, you dork." You giggled, leaning in and letting him kiss you. You moved upward, resting yourself on your knees on either side of his legs, slowly moving your hand off his chest and onto the bed. You peeked out from one eye, quickly grabbing the phone and gently pulling away, watching Miles realize what you just did. "As much as I love you, you can't beat me." You said with a grin, kissing the side of his mouth and opening the phone once more, ready and eager to find your new wallpaper once again.

[hurtspideyparker]

Hello, actually fr I’m struggling to write Ava and if you have any more ava HC they would be sooooo welcome 🙏🥲

what we must understand is that Ava is the mean older sister in the Thunderbolts family dynamic mk

She can bully her friends relentlessly but will be fiercely protective if someone else messes with them, especially Bob and Yelena

She hogs the bathroom and does not care one bitttt. She'll spend an hour tweezing her eyebrows to the sound of John banging on the door and telling her he's going to piss himself

Will say someone else's food/cooking looks disgusting and then eat it when they turn around. Alexei is the #1 victim of this, and he's confused every single time how it seemingly disappears into thin air

Queen of back handed compliments. "That's certainly...special" "I think it's perfect for someone like you" "Wow so unique, and different. Don't see much of that"

Has no sense of privacy. She's not even nosy or rude on purpose, she just doesn't get why people are mad about her going into their rooms and looking through/borrowing their stuff

Is unintentionally really quiet. Like no footsteps. "Ava we're going to start the movie without you!" "I'm literally right beside you" "AH!— Oh so you are"

Is bad at showing happiness or positive emotions. "Thanks I love it 😐" "Y'know I can change it if there's a problem right?" "Why would you do that, this is the best I've ever looked 😐". She's actually just very awkward and uncomfortable with affection

If she's loud and arguing she's not a threat, if she goes quiet she is plotting the most devastating revenge and there's nothing that will keep them safe. She can hold a grudge like nobody's business

[goofycattycat]

HIIIII! I saw your post saying that your asks were open for some stuff! I’d simply like some headcanons (or a one-shot. It doesn’t matter to me) for a chuuya x reader who forgets to eat and sleep (as I do sometimes.. 💔) fluff and angst!

Sincerely,

⭐️ anon! (have a good morning/evening/night!)

Yayyie another req ^^ of course no problem

Chuuya w a reader that forgets to take care of themselves hc's

(sleeping, eating, etc)

Reader; gender neutral

Chuuya has always been a rather blunt man. Despite his caring nature, he has that it's just a task that needs to be done mindset. And while some self care aspects tire him too, he simply forces himself through, knowing he has to fulfil them. That being said, that's exactly how he approaches you at first; confronting and demanding. However, once it leads to a rather huge argument between you two, he realises this won't work for you as well as it does for him. He understands that everyone functions differently, he truly does, but your inability to focus can drive him nuts at times.

A bit hopeless and frustrated, but he accepts it. Unsure about what to do next, he decides to study the problem at its core and asks you more about why you struggle with that. He's not very pushy; it's not like he requires specifics. He simply wishes to know what he's working with.

What he does next honestly depends on your answer. If the reason why you don't do such things is just cause you forget, he simply reminds you to do so. He's still worried, and far from being able to relate to your issues, but he's glad it's simply a memory fog.

He leaves you sticky notes with reminders and silly sketches, occasionally wakes you up to an already made breakfast and cuddles you up to sleep whenever he can. Chuuya truly doesn't mind falling asleep with you, he's just glad he's finally able to rest with you in his arms. Nakahara's job at the port, mostly done when no light can be seen on dark nights, sends him away for quite a long time, so any quality time together is greatly appreciated. He'll tap your shoulder while you're working, reminding you to grab a snack, too.

However, if the problem is much deeper, more complex than just forgetfulness, that's when Chuuya becomes truly worried. He won't let it show much through. At least not through his body language nor words. However, it's pretty visible with his actions. Offering to listen more to your struggles, find a specialist which could help – or simply making you two your favourite drink before bed so you can relax together.

Whatever the case might be, he'll be there to make sure everything's going well. And while his short temper might get in the way sometimes, he's more than pleased to look after you.

[havanese-headquarters]

This is a generic disclaimer that I am not a DVM, this is not specific medical advice for your animal, and standard practice in my area may be different from the protocols in your area. If I say one thing and your DVM says another, the DVM is probably right (unless they're saying to cut the quills. If they say that get a second opinion).

This is a long rambling post written after I finished working 14 hours. You have to be nice to me and read things in good faith.

In terms of "special equipment" that makes quill pulling easier, injectable sedatives are the number 1 thing we can do that dog owners can't.

At home your dog is awake, thrashing, in pain, and very aware that you are the person repeatedly hurting them for possibly multiple hours. Not only are you potentially damaging the relationship you have with your dog, they're at risk of hurting themselves while they try to escape you, and you're at risk of getting bitten, scratched, or quilled during the struggle.

When we pull quills your dog is unconscious the whole time. Much better for them and for us. And allows us to be far more thorough.

The number 2 advantage we have is experience. I am not exaggerating when I say that I pull hundreds of quills a week. I am infinitely better at pulling quills with minimal damage to surrounding tissue, and without breaking them or having them slip beneath the skin, than you will ever be. I am also better at finding quills. I'm pulling quills hiding beneath thick double coats, between toes, inside of noses.

It feels manipulative to mention big and scary pneumothorax but it is a very real and very tragic risk with quills. A risk we can assess for and minimize. You really don't want to miss a chest quill accidentally and have it migrate to a lung.

Number 3 equipment is sanitation. On your kitchen floor with greasy pair of pliers is not the ideal spot to create dozens if not hundreds of small open wounds in your dog. We have access to far more sanitary conditions.

Number 4 equipment is antibiotics. As point number 3 mentioned, quills create lots of opportunities for infection. Depending on the amount, depth, and location of the quills, your DVM might perscribe antibiotics to prevent abscesses and other more severe issues. We might also send home pain meds to keep your dog comfortable for a few days as it heals.

Equipment number 5 is a doctor with surgical skills (should probably be higher, sorry doctors). While most quills are accessible without cutting into a dog, I have seen cases so severe that a doctor has had to cut down to the sternum in order to retrieve a quill. I've seen a quill extracted from a femoral vein. The deeper a quill goes, the more damage it can do, and the more skill is required to extract it.

Which is why again it is so so important that you do not try to pull quills at home (or goodness forbid cut them??? So many people cut them. It hurts me.). Incorrect technique leads to quills slipping even deeper into the dog. Cost goes up when we have to break out the scalpel.

Price varies a lot between countries, urban vs. rural, independent vs. corporate, gp vs emergency. I will not give any kind of cost estimate.

I will say if you've ever had your dog sedated before (not gas anesthetized, that is a different and more expensive thing), a quill pull will cost that much at least.

A trip to the vet is not cheap. I do understand that, I do sympathize with that. But trying and failing to pull quills at home will cost you more money in the long run than just coming to us in the first place.

Extracting quills at home is unnecessarily painful and stressful for your dog. Most owners who pull at home end up having to come to the vet anyways, and their dogs are now hypersensitive to being approached and touched and may be more difficult for staff to assess and sedate.

Your dog may also need to be assessed for risk of infection or even a pneumothorax depending on the amount and placement of the quills.

Pulling quills at home often results in them breaking, sometimes slipping beneath the skin and requiring more invasive techniques for extraction. The same issue occurs when quills are cut short. The longer and more intact a quill is, the easier it is for veterinary staff to pull.

This saves money! If we are able to pull quills quickly and easily, if we are able to sedate your dog faster and with fewer drugs, your bill will be smaller.

Help us help you! If your dog has been quilled by a porcupine, avoid touching or letting your dog touch the quills (placing an elizabethan collar is acceptable), and call your vet promptly.

Most dogs get quilled when they are off-leash in wooded areas during the evening or at night. If you live where porcupines live you can reduce the chance of an incident by being mindful of visibility and keeping your dogs on leash unless your are extremely confident in both your dog's recall and your ability to spot a porcupine before your dog does.

This message was brought to you by my joint pain.

[liedownquisition]

Dickroy people hyperbolically insisting they will kill themselves if Royjay wins and I have to use all my strength to keep myself from going you promise? in response because I have some sense of decorum and basic appropriate conduct 😔

akljdkjl They're SO DRAMATIC about it. Guys it's not that fucking deep. Other statements I've seen include "If DickRoy doesn't win then I'm going to kill YOU" and so on and so forth.

(Sorry Anon, I'm going to use this ask to complain about a different argument)

And the one that's really been getting me because holy fucking shit is the argument that "DickRoy is better because Roy is an actual person in it."

You know, I considered arguing that, actually, there's a lot of great fanfiction out there that doesn't minimize Roy and that the sanitization of his character is largely due to the batfanon black hole that everyone acknowledges most of the time but for some reason with JayRoy it's like a whole separate thing and not a by-product of popular tropes that are generally Bat-centric with everyone else as their accessories.

And by the nature of typing that paragraph I have, in a way, made that argument, but I've also somewhat changed my mind on how I want to really discuss this because I think there's a larger issue at hand here:

Fictional characters aren't people, you cannot erase their personhood because they don't have any.

I'm so sorry about whoever lied to you about that.

A lot of people are mad that JayRoys are willing to engage with and discuss Roy's addiction in an interrogative and compassionate way. They're not going to phrase it like that though. Because if they did phrase it like that it would betray the fact that they would rather ignore that part of Roy's character entirely except perhaps for brief little one-off references

You know, like how Dick Grayson only brings it up every now and then to throw that fact in Roy's face as an insult every time he's feeling pissy, especially when Roy is telling him something honestly kind of fucking true that he doesn't want to hear.

Frankly... I don't actually think I care if most of the shippers did or do erase Roy's "personhood." If I don't like their content I won't engage with it. There are plenty of ships, plenty fo fandoms, where this same phenomena happens all the time. Especially because we are talking about FANfiction.

AMATEUR fiction which is often clumsy and raw and inexperienced, that doesn't know how to realistically step back and have extensive focus or reference to more than one characters' struggles at a time. Even the worst fanfiction is a learning experience for the writer. Over time they might get better, or they might not. It doesn't matter. All that matters is t hat they enjoy themselves, and that other people sometimes enjoy it too!

We're all just out here doing our best, and trying to have a good time. We're not out here to make award-winning fiction, we're here to make the blorbos kiss, because they're not people, they're imaginary dolls and we can do whatever we want with them because it's not for you, we're not appealing to a broader market.

It's just for fun, and I think when you start arguing about character personhood, you're taking it too seriously.

Would I, personally, prefer to engage with depictions that display a degree of understanding of canon and respect for the characterization that's been laid out over decades? Yeah, I won't lie. I like that more. But, what I consider that to mean and what YOU consider that to mean and what THEY consider that to mean are all very different perspectives and interpretations.

There are sooooo many comics. And it's not a fucking crime to not read all of them and remember that in Bleebus Bongo Adventures Volume 4 Issue #516 Beefgus said he doesn't like Lemon Cake when you write your bakery AU and have Beefgus pick Lemon Cake off the menu and claim it's the best one they've ever had and that because they've had so much good Lemon Cake and have a lot of opinions about it in their life it's a real compliment.

There's nothing wrong with changing around character dynamics and relationships for an AU. And, technically, by nature, most fanfiction is already an AU, because it's not canon. And, maybe if they're trying to argue it's canon compliant then maybe it's a little more like "I don't think you and I read the same canon" but I don't really see that tagged a lot on SHIPFIC unless it IS a canon ship which obviously JR isn't lol.

They're just... Look if other people are playing with dolls in ways you don't like then I'm not sorry. That's their prerogative. Stop being so dramatic, you look like a child throwing a tantrum.

And I'm getting really tired of being the bigger person about it when they're taking every chance they can get to be anything but.

[kenzdolls]

MHA BOYS W/ A DREAM BBQ ENA READER .

𖤐 synopsis: reader is like dream bbq ena [with the multiple personalities].

𖤐 pairings: izuku midoriya x reader, katsuki bakugou x reader, shoto todoroki x reader, tomura shigaraki x reader, dabi x reader

𖤐 notes: since i’ve been obsessed w/ dream bbq ena, i decided to do this!

KATSUKI BAKUGOU:

▸ at first, he's completely thrown off by your dual personality - when you're in enthusiastic salesperson mode, he thinks you're annoying as hell, but when you slip into your sassy "meanie" persona, he's actually impressed by your sharp tongue.

▸ eventually realizes that you're one of the few people who can match his energy and isn't intimidated by his explosive personality. you just switch to your sassy side and fire right back at him.

▸ absolutely loves when you're in your salesperson mode around others but immediately switch to your sassy side the moment you two are alone. makes him feel special that he gets to see a side of you that others don't.

▸ would never admit it, but he finds your random color shifts and personality switches fascinating. he's started to notice subtle patterns in when the switches happen.

▸ gets competitive when you're in salesperson mode trying to convince people of things. will absolutely try to one-up you, turning everything into a weird competition of who can be more convincing.

▸ the first time you called him "kacchan" in your enthusiastic voice, he nearly exploded from embarrassment, but now secretly loves it (though he'll never admit it).

▸ protective of you when others don't understand your sudden personality shifts. has definitely snapped at people who made comments about your "weird" behavior.

▸ when you're in your meanie mode and making sassy remarks, he sometimes can't help but laugh out loud. it's one of the few things that can genuinely make him break his angry facade.

▸ has definitely tried to provoke your sassy side on purpose just because he enjoys your quick-witted comebacks. finds it weirdly hot when you don't take his crap.

▸ sometimes when you're having an episode where you're rapidly switching between personalities, he'll sit quietly beside you, not saying much, just being there until you settle.

IZUKU MIDORIYA:

▸ immediately started taking notes about your color changes and personality shifts. has a whole section in his hero notebook dedicated to understanding your patterns.

▸ always concerned about your wellbeing during intense emotional moments when you're switching rapidly between personalities. will hold your hand through the transitions, assuring you that he's there.

▸ loves your enthusiastic salesperson side because it reminds him of all might's public persona - always positive and encouraging to others.

▸ when you're in your meanie mode, he's actually delighted to see this confident, sassy side of you. helps him be more assertive in his own life.

▸ would absolutely defend your unique traits to anyone who didn't understand. "that's just who they are, and it's what makes them special!"

▸ sometimes gets flustered when you switch to your sassy persona mid-conversation and start teasing him mercilessly about his hero worship or his blushing.

▸ has definitely tried to analyze the triggers for your personality switches so he can be better prepared to support you through them.

▸ finds your random facts and bizarre sales pitches endearing rather than strange. will sit and listen to you explain the most random things with genuine interest.

▸ when you're having a difficult day with your dual nature, he'll remind you of how your unique perspective has helped him see the world differently.

▸ has a collection of little gifts you've given him during your enthusiastic phases - random objects you've insisted would "change his life" that he keeps because they remind him of you.

SHOTO TODOROKI:

▸ initially thought your personality shifts mirrored his own internal struggle between his fire and ice sides. found an unexpected kinship with you.

▸ completely unfazed by your sudden personality changes. will just continue the conversation as if nothing happened, which you find incredibly comforting.

▸ appreciates your salesperson enthusiasm because it brings warmth and energy into his often too-serious life. you've taught him it's okay to get excited about things.

▸ when you're in your meanie mode, he actually appreciates your directness. no mind games or hidden meanings - just straightforward honesty, which he values.

▸ often sits in comfortable silence with you, just enjoying your presence regardless of which personality is dominant at the moment.

▸ the first time you switched to your enthusiastic mode around his father, endeavor was completely thrown off, which made shoto secretly smirk.

▸ has started to use your occasional "blue" moments to practice his warming quirk, gently heating up your hands or shoulders to bring you comfort.

▸ finds your random sales pitches and enthusiasm for bizarre things to be a refreshing change from his structured upbringing.

▸ sometimes when you're rapidly switching personalities and feeling overwhelmed, he'll make a small flame in his palm for you to focus on, helping you ground yourself.

▸ has definitely used your enthusiastic salesperson tactics to convince his friends to try new things - "i learned this technique from someone important to me."

TOMURA SHIGARAKI:

▸ initially thought your personality shifts were an act, but once he realized they were genuine, he became fascinated with how similar your fractured sense of self is to his own.

▸ perfectly content to let you ramble in your enthusiastic mode about whatever you're passionate about. it's one of the few things that can actually make him stop scratching his neck.

▸ when you're in your sassy "meanie" mode, he actually respects it because you're not afraid to stand your ground, even against him.

▸ finds a strange comfort in watching your color changes, especially when you're partially blue. something about it reminds him of his own physical differences.

▸ has definitely used your enthusiastic salesperson personality to his advantage when the league needs something. "go convince them we need it."

▸ sometimes when you're stuck in one personality for too long and feeling frustrated, he'll say something intentionally outrageous just to trigger a switch.

▸ weirdly protective of you when others don't understand your nature. has threatened people who mock your sudden switches.

▸ the only person who gets to call you weird is him - and even then, it's with a tone that suggests he thinks "weird" is a compliment.

▸ has moments where he's genuinely gentle with you during difficult transitions between personalities, showing a side of himself that even the league doesn't get to see.

▸ finds your unpredictability oddly comforting in his otherwise calculated world. you're the beautiful chaos in his methodical destruction.

DABI (TOYA TODOROKI):

▸ absolutely lives for your sassy "meanie" mode. the first time you unleashed your sharp tongue on him, he actually laughed out loud, which shocked everyone around.

▸ finds your enthusiastic salesperson side weirdly endearing, even though he'd never admit it. something about your pure enthusiasm for random things is refreshing in his dark world.

▸ completely unfazed by your color changes. once remarked that "at least your color changes are prettier than mine" while gesturing to his purple patches.

▸ has a strange respect for how you navigate your dual nature, seeing parallels to his own journey between touya and dabi.

▸ will absolutely use your enthusiastic side to his advantage, especially when he needs information or access to places. "go work your magic, colorful one."

▸ sometimes when you're rapidly switching personalities and feeling overwhelmed, he'll distract you by asking about whatever random thing you were trying to "sell" earlier.

▸ has threatened people who try to take advantage of your enthusiastic, trusting side. "only i get to do that," (though he never actually would).

▸ oddly patient with your personality shifts. will just light a cigarette and wait for you to cycle through, then continue the conversation where you left off.

▸ the only time anyone has seen him genuinely smile is when you're in full salesperson mode, enthusiastically explaining something completely random that no one else cares about.

▸ when you're having a particularly difficult time balancing your personalities, he'll share a bit of his own struggles with identity, creating a rare moment of genuine connection between you two.

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[bunnipuffs]

Not smut but could you write reader who has a learning disability and is really struggling in school with nerdy Abby who takes her time and helps reader in a way she can understand?

awww omg of course !!!! i love this idea ( ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ ) nerdy abby holds such a special place in my heart she’s my baby !!! i loved writing this soooo much  ૢ(❛◡❛✿)  ૢ thank u sm for this anon !! i really hope u enjoy ^_^

i hope i've written this properly and respectfully ! if i have written something incorrectly/made an offensive comment , please let me know ! <3 i did as much research as i could to do justice for this prompt but i definitely know it will not be perfect . tysm !!!! <3<3<3

꒰ cw. mentions of learning disabilities, dyslexia in particular! ꒱

⋆˙⟡ abby anderson helps you out!

♡*.✧ you noticed something was a little off when you were growing up. words were difficult to make out, sounding out funky pairs of letters and how the words were even supposed to be said out loud. when your teacher brought up reading time, it was very difficult. you were always confused as to how your friends were reading so quickly, finishing the ten-paged picture book in minutes. it took you way too long to even get through the text next to the colorful images. the letters seemed to dance around within the word, and given the context, what you were reading didn't match the picture you saw. you did your best, and somehow, it still wasn't enough.

♡*.✧ you were seven when you were diagnosed. dyslexia. it sounded way too fancy for you, the word was... hard to read or process at the time. your parents had to break it down for you in easier steps so that you could understand, but at that age, you just described it as simple as you could in your head. school life was easier, though. you received more time during tests and reading exercises, and you were enrolled in one-on-one classes with a reading specialist. it helped, sure, things were easier to manage now that you had a chance—but your academics weren't drastically improving. your grades weren't great and it demotivated you further, your classmates always had an easier time and you had to put in more effort to get to their level. it wasn't fair at all.

♡*.✧ you managed to get by your younger years just fine and you got into college. you couldn’t lie to yourself and say you weren’t super anxious about it, it would be another section of your life where you felt like you were potentially falling behind. you knew you were smart, creative, you loved drawing and being able to place meanings behind your art. you were great at math, having only a little trouble with word problems, but nonetheless you were good at it. it was just those pesky english assignments that caught up to you, and even then you were managing to land better marks than some of your peers. you just hated the fact that college seemed so "adult," you had bigger responsibilities since you lived alone and had to manage yourself on your own schedule.

♡*.✧ you’re sitting in your 2nd lecture. your professor is introducing the text you’d be analyzing for majority of the semester and you’re having a little trouble with some of the sentences. you’re stuck on the same page for a while before the person next to you taps your shoulder, and you glance at the girl next to you with her braided blonde hair. she’s wearing a warm smile, “did you need any help with that?” you’re giving her a small nod and she’s shifting her creaky chair closer to yours. “what part were you having trouble with?” you’re a little hesitant to tell her at first—what if she judges you for something that seems so easy? but she’s looking at you with genuineness in her eyes and you suddenly feel at ease. “uh.. like, what exactly does this mean? and i don't get the other stuff here.” she reads it out for you, sounding it out, and explains the definitions after. in the past, you never really understood things at first—but the way abby thoroughly walked you through everything, you got it immediately. you both end up going through the chapters together and she helps you with anything you struggled with.

♡*.✧ the lecture ends and the girl introduces herself as “abby,” you exchange your own name and your number. “just text me if you need anything, i don’t mind studying with someone else.” you’re giving her a smile and heading your separate ways, walking to your dorm with a warm heart. no one else had ever really insisted on helping you out like that, never getting frustrated or tired of your questions. even though you had known her for such a short amount of time, she made you feel relaxed. you always felt anxious when you were meeting new people—especially since others hadn’t been so understanding in the past. you didn't feel the need to tell abby about your dyslexia, you felt no reason to. she wasn't judging you because of your struggles and you didn't need to provide an excuse for your academic abilities. it felt like a breath of fresh air and cookie dough ice cream in the summer. she was so good.

♡*.✧ a few weeks go by and you find yourself texting abby on a regular basis. not just for college assignments, but little things like "the barista messed up my coffee!" or abby's texts like "my mom sent me this really cute picture of my dog, look :)" college had been insanely nerve-wracking at first, but with abby's presence, it had been easier than you anticipated. you both took time after lectures to catch up on how your day went, going through readings together, or just taking a walk around campus. abby was kind and smart, and so pretty. but every time you’ve thought about the latter, you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. you couldn’t stare at her for too long unless you wanted to feel your heart violently thumping against your chest.

♡*.✧ before you knew it, midterm season was approaching. you have a stack of assignments and exams piled up and you’ve been crying under your sheets for hours now. you had been attempting to start your many essays, study for your various exams, be a regular college student—but it didn’t go as planned. you didn’t expect college to be this demanding. you never had a million assignments or tests due at the same time in high school, and this was completely new. the stress of everything had also made it impossible to read through anything properly. you usually give yourself time to read, you know your situation, and you’ve never felt this overwhelmed from trying to read. the letters are jumbled together and you can’t tell if a word says that or this. your pillows are completely stained with tears, knees to your chest. you felt miserable.

♡*.✧ your phone is suddenly buzzing next to you, multiple dings at a time. it’s abby.

abby <3: wanna study?

abby <3: i have lots to do

abby <3: you there?

you blink away tears, thumbs slowly moving to reply.

you: not feeling it rn, sorry

abby <3: are you okay?

you think carefully about your next reply. should you just tell her you’re struggling? she would understand. it’s abby.

you: uh

you: i have dyslexia

you: since midterms are coming around i didn’t rlly expect for everything to be this stressful

you: i usually take my time to read but i feel rushed and because i feel rushed i’m anxious and i can’t get through anything properly, the text is so small and i’m srsly gonna go insane

you put your phone down when you see the text bubbles pop up, heart clenching. even though a part of you knew that abby anderson would never judge you for something like that, another part of you felt afraid. that she would just be like the others. you've come this far with her, and you really didn't want her to think of you any differently—

abby <3: give me some time, i'm coming over

♡*.✧ you're wiping off your tear stained face when you hear a knock at your door, opening it up to see abby standing there. she has a folder covered in a pattern of different ocean animals and a package of papers inside. you're raising a brow before abby shoots you a smile, "can i come in?" you respond with a nod, abby moving past you to sit on your small rug next to your bed. you sit right in front of her wearing a confused expression. "what do you have there?" abby doesn't reply, only opening up the folder to reveal the contents inside. she takes out the papers and hands it over to you. "i know our exam is coming up and i was doing some research," you're flipping over the stapled pages and smiling. it's the book for your class, but the font is printed huge, spaced out, easier to read and the letters aren't mixing together anymore. "i don't know if it'll help, but i heard it might make it easier for you to read." your heart swells, stomach filled with a comforting warmth. "you did this for me?" abby nods. "i don't like seeing you like this and i know you can do it, you just need a different method."

♡*.✧ you end up passing everything with flying colors, the studying had completely paid off and you started printing assignments and your work in bigger prints. it took a while getting used to, but it was easier and you were doing well. abby invites you out to dinner after midterm season, your favorite place, and you haven't stopped smiling since you both sat down. "thank you abby, seriously, i don't think i could've done it without you." she's shaking her head, a big smile on her face. "you did it. not me, you're the smartest girl i know."

[lakesbian]

Hello! The way you have talked about American Psycho (the novel) has me interested. I know it was/is critically acclaimed, but would you generally recommend it? (as in, do you think would be a worthwile and/or enjoyable read for most people?)

i liked the novel a lot it's one of those books where i read it and im like. okay yeah i see why this critically acclaimed famous literary work is a critically acclaimed famous literary work. i read it over the span of like a week or a week and a half i think. the biggest barriers to someone getting through it would probably be the general writing style and the intense and explicit bigotry + gore.

i saw a post on here where someone said they couldnt get through the first chapter or so not bc of any gore but because the dense, vapid writing style just wasn't enjoyable despite knowing that it's an intentional choice to say something about the narrator. but i really really liked the style of narration. the author made so many intentional choices of varying subtlety that were really fun to try to pick up on and pick apart while i was reading. its just really well crafted. things get nonlinear and unreliable and droning and theres run-on sentences--and all of this comes off as being very intentional, well-placed elements. it evokes great comedic effect when it wants to, it can be really unpleasant when it wants to be, and it can really dig into certain emotional effects when it wants to. its just a really really well crafted book.

i feel like it's like. if you try to laboriously sound out & visualize every designer brand patrick mentions in your head while you're reading, yeah, you'll get bored? but most of the paragraphs where patrick is droning on and on about stupid shit are packed full of little jokes, like how tons of the elaborate meals he describes at rich person restaurants actually sounds kinda disgusting if you stop to think about it for a minute, or how if you look up the songs he's analyzing, he's wildly, stupidly incorrect about them. and when these droning paragraphs aren't there for humor, they're there for the horror of this being patrick's mind, blended very effectively with the horrible shit he does.

imo when theres an intentionally droning/dense bit you have to like. Parse it and understand what the purpose of it is as an element in the story without losing sight of the forest for the trees. many comedic elements are long-running; once you parse how shitty much of the food sounds, it gets easier to read and see the joke in subsequent sections, and to notice when a mention of food is for a different purpose instead. if that makes sense? and if you don't naturally click with the writing style (i was enjoying it basically from like. the fifth page onwards. it took me like 5 pages and then i was with the program), i think it's worthwhile to spend some time thinking about what the book is doing & why to see if you can get into the groove and get something out of it. it's fun and interesting to read well written books and consider how they're written and what effect it produces and why!!!

as for the horror/gore ive also seen that mentioned as a reason someone took a while/struggled to get thru it which like. that makes sense. just about every slur is in there. the depiction of bigotry-fueled murder + torture is constant and explicit. it is frequently intentionally a fever dream of tears and suffocating alienation and bloodiness and intestines and ruined genitals and so on and so forth. there's probably every kind of gore you can imagine (eye, tooth, tongue, vaginal/anal...maybe not penile? various organs, really just every orifice, power tools, cannibalism, human butchery, child murder, animal murder, rape obviously, et cetera), and it is Really Explicitly Described by an author who's really good at explicitly describing things. this is a matter of personal taste; if youre like me, youll really enjoy when it manages to be unnerving/discomforting & youll want to rotate it in your brain. if you do not have a very high tolerance for written description of such things, you will probably really struggle to get through it, which like. makes sense. at this point there's probably the question of "but is all that gratuitous and unnecessary?" and no i really dont think so. i think you need all of that to tell the story its telling and make the points its making and convey the emotions its conveying. it would not be the Experience it is without the violence. i like the violence. and as an aside, i think it has a really good balance of moments where it leaves something awful to your imagination vs where it goes all-in on depicting it.

now im gonna non sequitur but i think the biggest thing about the book is this quote from the author:

Bateman was crazy the same way I was. He did not come out of me sitting down and wanting to write a grand sweeping indictment of yuppie culture. It initiated because of my own isolation and alienation at a point in my life. I was living like Patrick Bateman.

patrick bateman is like. Hes profoundly fucking mentally ill. and i had my autism moment tally for him running thruout the book. the most awesome thing about american psycho To Me is that at its very core, if youre the right kind of person, it's relatable, in a warped sort of way--you're not that guy, because you don't kill and eat people, but the mentally ill things he's thinking to himself as he cries and throws up while eating the people he killed? recognizable as an experience, if in an anti-aspirational sort of way. i like books where you can tell the author was vomiting up an exploration or an indictment of whatever misery they were simmering in. the result here is a book that is an Experience to read, and quite possibly an at times delightfully uncomfortably familiar one. the whole thing is just a really interesting and visceral experience and headspace to be in and to dissect and ponder.

so overall. no idea if id say its a worthwhile read for Most people, i dont know most people. but, like, the movie isnt good in one of those "good movie adapted from source material thats kind of shitty/whatever/inaccessible" ways. its a solid movie because it managed to Not crazy-style fuck up adapting a really good book. i think if youre intrigued by the book at all and feel like youll be ok with the content then id definitely recommend it. again i really enjoyed it. they need to give me more books that are good to read . like american psycho

[deadn30n]

something that really, really bothers me about some parts of the HSR fandom is how flippant they make Phainon out to be regarding the deaths of like, everyone except Mydei. && yeah ok Mydei isn't dead and technically neither is Castorice, but i find it really difficult to grasp the idea that he just... wouldn't care about anyone except Mydei? that feels so wrong? some of the takes i saw on twitter had me on my knees like i got shot in the heart because he just

i don't think you understand how much this is all affecting him. hoyo's done a shit job at showing it, but there's no chance in hell Phainon isn't silently tearing himself apart over it.

he's happy Castorice has finally found her answers. that she's embraced he truths, her past, present, and future. but she's gone. she's gone. she can't come back. she was a constant presence by his side for so very long, and suddenly he's lost that? this sweet girl who could be a little silly sometimes, who only ever wanted to know the warmth of an embrace, who both resented her powers but also embraced them, is just....... not there anymore.

he watched Tribbie's past. saw it in real time. he witnessed everything she endured, the harsh choices she had to make. the heartbreak, the death, the suffering, the pain, the sorrow, the love and joy. he saw her make the most difficult choice of her life; to sacrifice her own future and embrace was meant to be her prophecy. to split herself apart into so many versions of herself and suffer each time one was lost. Trianne's death undoubtedly fucked him up because not only did she die, but she did it for the sake of saving everyone else, including him. do you know how heavily that must've weighed on him? i have no doubt in my mind he's gone out of his way to visit her little shrine, one on one, just to mourn and promise he won't waste her sacrifice

for days he carried the burden of guilt for not being able to save his teacher, Anaxagoras, who taught him so many valuable life lessons and strengthened him both mind and soul. the person he spent years under the tutelege of. whom he respected and looked to for guidance when his heart wavered. that he couldn't make it to the grove in time before Anaxa made the ultimate sacrifice not just for the sake of his self-pursuit, but for the sake of keeping others alive. that weight is a heaviness on his chest he struggles with. knowing if he'd gotten there sooner, things could've been different. but he respects Anaxa's decisions, knows that Anaxa didn't mind doing what he did and never resented his fate, but embraced it. and then looked at Phainon and showed that he had complete faith in a man who doesn't have any faith in himself, before killing himself

Phainon is supposed to be the World Bearing Titan. he's supposed to embrace everything, inherit everything, and guide Amphoreus to the future it needs. and he's so fucking scared he'll fail inside, but he looks at these people who've given up their lives, their freedoms, their souls just to make sure he can do that and walked unflinchingly toward their own futures without a glance back and he just. wants to do right by them.

and yes he is really upset about losing his best friend. anyone would. Mydei's been a constant by his side for as long as he can remember, they have a bond deeper than what can be put into words. they trusted one another, believed in one another, and Mydei was confident that Phainon could do the things that Phainon himself struggles to think he can. i'm definitely not diminishing any of that by any means, it just frustrates me to no end that people think he only cares about Mydei and is so one dimensional in his grief when he just. isn't. he's so unbelievably complex that picking him apart and dissecting him from every angle would take forever. he sometimes struggles to even understand himself but he's trying. he's doing everything in his power to be what the world believes in him to be. he has to, or it all goes in vain.