#.annyoing to say the least

[cursedthing]

.the fics wordcount is now 2209. pretty sure that's more than 23 mc book and quill pages

[loverboybitch]

hi i would just like to report that getting out of my house and being a member of society is cool and kind of rules even when its scary yeah.//.

[icarusredwings]

Things in the X-Men community that the Fandom has dubbed canon:

Charles is an alchoolic like his step father and he hates himself for it.

Wade has tummy issues and is actually smart.

Logan has food problems and eats too fast

Erik makes shit float when he makes out with Charles

Pietro speaks really fast and people see it as rude rather then understanding his point of view.

Colossus is a massive sweetheart who will paint you pictures or bake muffins.

Wanda and Jean would be amazing friends (AND SHOULD HAVE BEEN SISTERS)

Scott wants so desperately to not be a boyscout but it's the role hes been given and he can't seem to break out of charater.

Logan plays Scotty dosn't know on repeat outside Scotts room when hes pissed at him. It gives him anxiety every time.

Ororo knows how to cook large amounts of food and is very loving of children but has a temper. She is the scary auntie that you love when you grow up because of how strict she is.

Jubilee once had to cut gum out of her hair

Rouge sounds like dolly parton but will deny it

Jean is the top.

Gambits messed up grammer is adorable, and his food is to die for.

Erik is emotional over the holidays because often times he's alone, envious of the big family that charles has- without him.

Beast sheds way too much and its very annyoing.

Kitty definitely has a "vintage" "jazasize" outfit, complete with leg warmers.

Morph is very insecure and often has social anxiety to the point they wont speak if theres a lot of people around.

Kurt hands from chandeliers for no reason

If Logan comes to ask bobby to make his beer cold one more time hes going to freeze them on purpose.

Ororo sees Kurt like a younger brother

I dont care that kurts lived in america for 3 or 13 years he will never say Wolverine properly.

Spyke is a bit of trouble, but he's a good kid. A kid who just wants to prove he's worth something.

Yukio likes miku

Negasonic secretly loves everyone around her

The mansion has blown up 17 trillion times.

Everyone has nightmares 24/7 and at least one person is screaming at night.

Logan gets passed around like communal pasta salad

[mildlyromanticperv]

What did you expect of me?

Karina x MReader. Fluff. Enemies to lovers.

-For christ sake, what a bitch! -Your anger boiling in your heart and your brain tells you, no, yells you to go to your managers office and demand a fair treatment, it's just ourageous that among all the workers in the office you have to stay late every single day of the week to cover the "last project of the quarter".

No matter what you do, how hard you work, how many late nights and how many cups of coffee you drink at a day, it just feels like a prison in here, the office that hired you as the main developer for the website on their new brand "Supernova."

Plus, who names a project "Supernova"? Sounds like with just a simple code here and there you'd make the market implode and then explode in money... If your manager Karina expects for that to happen she's either naively hopeful or a total delusional.

-You, come to my office. -Her cold words stabs your brain, after a whole week hearing her low pitch condescending dictatorial voice you can't bear to listen to it one more time, but you need this job like, DESPERATELY need this job, so there's no talk back to the boss.

-Yes boss?

-We're behind on the project, have you been slacking off again? -Her cold judgemental gaze falls upon your black sacked eyes showing off the immense exhaustion you have tu put up with during the project.

-Look boss, I'm doing my best, I haven't slept well these past few days but I assure you I will have everything ready by next month even if the useless of my coworkers don't do shit. -Your tongye got the best of you and runs wild. -I just need to have a good night sleep, can you let me out early today?

-No, we are all hands on deck and you know that. -She sighs and rubs her forehead in a clear show of stress and disappointment. -Just go back to work and don't screw anything up.

Any person with enough patience would put up with that shit, but not you, not now at least. The condescending tone and the past sleep deprived week has been just too much for you, clearly you're not thinking straight anymore, or perhaps you're thinking clearer...?

-Fuck this.

-Excuse me? -She responds with equal or perhaps even higher anger.

-Fuck this Karina, I'm not doing any more shit today and I'm tired to put up with your fucking demands. Fire me if you want I'm going home to sleep. -You really shuld've thought that better, but what is done is done, you start to pick up your stuff and bracing yourself for the shouting match.

-You cross that door and you're suspended, one week half pay. -Surprisingly enough instead of picking up a fight and shouting her vocal cords off as she usually does, she just stares straight into your eyes with a gaze so cold it could freeze hell itself. -You're not the only developer in our payroll, if I wanted I could fire your sorry ass right now and make it so you never work as a developer never again in your life, so consider this a favour.

Breathe.

Don't let that tone of hers get into your core.

Just, breathe.

-Fuck you. -It's the only thing you get to say before actually leaving.

-One week suspension no pay, and don't you dare call me or text me asking to forgive you. Jackass.

With the anger oozing through your pores you just slam the door and head out. You start your car and praying you don't crash you go from 0 to 100 in just a couple of seconds screeching the tires of your car.

-Please god, take care of him... -She sighs under her breath.

But wait... What?

Take care of him?

During that next week there was absolutely no news from you on the office, things started to be more... tense. You've received a ton of messages from your coworkers basically begging him to come back, but the answer is defenitive: No.

However things don't ever go your way.

*Bzz* *Bzz* *Bzz*

-Hey, we need to talk, come to the office. -Again, that swee... No. Annyoing voice again.

-I'm suspended. -Your answer comes as soon as the thought hits your brain.

A sigh from the other line and a faint whisper.

-This man is going to be the death of me some day. -But then the usual tone returns. -Look, I made a rash decision and we need your intel, you're the one that knows the way around our software.

-I thought you had several developers in your payroll, I bet they can help. -You say sipping through the wine you bought for that dinner for one you've been pushing away so much due to the job.

-I'm asking nicely, and around here you know that's as rare as an unicorn. Just come here tomorrow and finish the project, we're ahead.

-Ahead? What do you mean ahead? You said we we're behind last week! -Your voice comes harsher and harsher, even though your chest is telling you not to.

Not to her.

-I lied to try and make things faster, okay? Just come and we can talk like professionals. -She couldn't come to acknowledge the fact that she just wanted to see you. She couldn't admit that she misses your cologne, your three day beard and your stoic gaze when you're so deep in thought. -I'll send you the advances that have been made.

Right away she hangs up the phone, relieved she didn't break down into yelling or insults. Right away an email arrives on your computer with such incredibly... small advances looks like you carried the entire project all by yourself.

-Why am I not surprised? -You sigh under your breath as you pause the movie you were watching and read what has been done, immediately you start chaning... well, almost everything.

Next day...

You should at least turn off the car, for real, have you seen how expensive the gas is around these days?

"Just go, I avoid her any longer... I- I don't want to..." -It's the only thought that crosses your mind, the thought of seeing her piercing eyes again, the feeling of her gaze piercing and burning through your very soul, the loud beating of your heart as you look at her lips...

Her lips...

If only she wasn't your boss, right?

-So, I checked the non existent advances the useless guys did, and...

-How you've been? Have you slept well? -For some reason her tone wasn't condescending anymore, the worry present on her voice...

Could it be?

-Yes, finally in months I've been sleeping great... -Her eyes, oh. my. god... Her eyes... -Anyways, I have everything finished now, you can present it to corporate. -You say trying to avoid her eyes as you speak sarcastically and look at your watch.

-Big date coming or something? -She asks, doing an awesome job yo hide the jealousy.

-Just wondering how long this will take. -She sighs again, feeling the anger and stress of your cold demeanor.

-Your week of suspension ends today and the weekind is off by legal, so you can go now and I'll see you on monday.

-Sure.

After that you just go back to your usual routine, the weekend goes great and the next week of work comes, with so much less stress that even the busiest day feels like a walk through the park. The time off work led you to watch so much shows, and so much free time, time spent in imagining your life outside of work with that person that would make your days so much happier.

Thinking of love.

What a great future you could have, perhaps you could get married and have kids, after all that's your dream.

In a year you'd ascendo in your job, start earning more, you'd start dating to finally get the chance to let you feel that love you so desperately look for, In a year your boss wouldn't be your boss and perhaps you could date her, in a year you'd buy your first...

Your boss? Date... your boss?

Why would you think that? She's a bitch.

"But she's a gorgeous bitch." You thought, perhaps... only perhaps... You wanted that, you liked your boss...

*Bzz* *Bzz* *Bzz*

Your phone rings with a text from your boss.

-Corporate loved the project, we were given monday to celebrate, so I'll be expecting you monday 7:00 A.M. sharp for the party.

-Got it boss. And hey, sorry for snapping out last week. -Perhaps this could be a beginning, you know you should keep things professional, you keep telling yourself to stop but flesh is weak.

-Yeah, just don't be late. -Her response cold as always after 5 minutes of writing and deleting, she's also in the midst of an inner debate, whether let herself feel what she wants to feel for you or just don't say anything.

But why? Why shouldn't you try? Because she's your boss? There's plenty of people that date with their boss and make it work, you shouldn't keep ahold of the prospect of your happiness just because people might judge, that's the whole point, living for yourself and be happy yourself. Isn't it?

That very Monday at 7:00 A.M. you show yourself at work wearing a new white T-shirt and some loose jeans, your usual wrist watch and a new cologne you bought just for your boss, nothing else is going to stop you.

-Hey, boss. -You came to talk to her made a nrevous wreck not really knowing what to do to get her attention.

-Oh, here he is, the brain behind it all. -She wrapped her arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to present you to some corporate officers like if you were a prize, like you never shouted before... Like you two were friends... Being so close to her made your every sense enter overdrive and your nostrils welcomed her particular scent, that magnificent smell of lavender and strawberries sent your head over the moon.

The rest of the party went completely normal, talking here, showing off there... Taking glances at your boss every once in a while as well.

Wait, did she looked at you as well?

Was she blushing?

-Hey boss can I talk to you for a sec? -You got closer and whispered into her ear, not long after she pointed you to the balcony where you usually go to have your lunch.

-Make it quick.

-Look boss, there's no easy way for me to say this, but I think I should quit... I... I have feelings for you.

-Is that so? -Her cold demeanor makes you back off for a second, unable to tell the truth in her eyes you stutter.

-I know, I know that I was rude last week and I'm being just way too out of line. -Her eyes shine with a glint never seen before, in her mind the thoughts are divided whether she should speak from her heart, as Karina. Or speak from her brain as Ms. Jimin, regional Manager of your branch.

-You know you're my worker, and this is incredibly inappropriate.

-Don't you feel the same for me? I saw you looking for my eyes before.

-Don't be ridiculous, I'm your boss. -Despite the way she feels work ethics comes first, how can a manager could let a worker speak to her that way?

-I don't care. -It's the last thing you said before leaning forward and placing your hand against her cheek, caressing her soft skin and pressing your lips over hers.

For a second all that exists is you and her, together in a tight embrace holding her waist desperately thinking that if you'd ever let go of her she'd just vanish in the thin air. She responds to your advances letting your body invade her personal space, for mere seconds that feel like an eternity all that she can feel is your hands gripping her blouse until she lets go of any ties and wrap her arms around your neck, tipping into her toe-tips to match as much as she can your height.

-We... We can't... I'm your boss... -Her voice comes out cracking, breathing unsteady due to the raw passion she just felt a while ago. -It's inappropriate.

-I don't care, I'll quit if needed, I just care that I want you.

-I want you too. -She rests her head on your shoulder nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck.

You then caress her soft hair, taking a deep breath of her unique scent that send jolts of electricity along your brain.

-So what now, boss? -This time the words come out strong, lovingly, softly.

-Now we talk to HR, couples need to fill paperwork. -She pulls back and looks into your eyes again. -You always make me do more and more paperwork... -She then whispers in your ear. -Sweetie.

[alexalessandro]

This is for no one but myself (ignore the tags) so feel free to scroll away, but no actually the rat grinders are not like Ragh and Zayn and Aelwyn.

Here’s my essay

First of all, there’s a clear difference between the rat grinders and all the bad kids “villains” turned allies and it’s the coerced factor

If we want to put Zayn datkshadow, Aelwyn aberrant and Ragh Barkrock on a scale of most to least coerced, we would have Zayn up top.

He was literally made to be socially isolated and financially dependent on the bad guys, had his reputation ruined and actively had eyes on him to keep him miserable and alone (jokes on them the acting miserable part was his emo persona mostly)

Then we have Aelwyn abernant, who’s behind Zayn darkshadow simply because she had a lifeline to not be abused which was to be perfect all the time although that’s abuse in and of itself, she was literally coerced from birth into evil “we’re rich so we care about nobody but ourselves and you better not shame our house” bs

Then ragh, ragh is least in the coerced scale but he still had his identity used against him and was actively bullied and blackmailed by his crush after coming out to him

Now the rat grinders.

They. Weren’t. Coerced. Into shit.

Kipperlily copperkettle? The gravest sin her parents made was be boring and scold her for breaking into their computers to look for conspiracies. Her reasons to be manipulated is because she’s mad she’s boring and thinks that trauma gives other people an “unfair advantage” while she actively chose easy adventures to pass. Like she looks like any other annyoing ass white girl you dread to meet that complains about people being on her ass for getting starbucks while the boycott’s going i’m sorry i’m not gonna pity her JUMPING at the opportunity to be manipulated and also actively getting the only person that gave a shit about her killed (Lucy frostblade had multiple assailants)

Like cleric killer killed people in cold blood bot as self defense or to stop apocalypses but cus the bbeg was like hehehe bitch please

She is obviously racist against riz but that’s just my own personal bias

Oisin? Freaking nepo baby with an evil grandma that apparently was bitchy even before the shatter star and might have been an insidious incel the entire time

Ivy suggested fabian wore mazey like a coat and that’s where the skin alive but came from, check the tape

I have weird thoughts about ruben mary ann and buddy, they’re mostly stooges and i would personally put them in the ragh box but also ruben’s death was objectively funny sorry not sorry

All of this to say there’s a difference between my villainy is inflicted upon me or coerced onto me and HECK YEAH MAKE ME FEEL SPECIAL I’LL ABSOLUTELY KILL MY BEST FRIEND FOR U WHEN SHE DOESNT GO ALONG WITH THE PLAN

anyway these have been my ramblings I won’t take criticism

[kajaono]

Still thinking about Sherlock & Co and Joels comment on Johnlock, or to be more precise: fans reaction

After Joel made his explanation (which again: is valid) everyone quickly jumped to his defense, saying: "Well my headcanon is that John and Sherlock are actually cats". Which is like... I know it is supposed to be a joke and maybe i am over sensetive here, but please don't do that when queer people get upset at the lack of queer representation in the sherlock holmes universe. I know some people might see that differently, which again: valid, but it gave me a really bad feeling.

Like, I am not blaimg Joel or Sherlock & co at all. They decided how they want to tell their story, and thats valid. But him saying: "Every interpretation of the characters is valid." is the bare minimum. Yes, I am also happy for such a statement, after everything Mofftiss said and done. But still... its the bare minimum. And everyone quickly saying: "Okay, can we move on now?"

No, we can't... at least I can't. Because we will have this discussion again when the next adaptation drops (with a showrunner who might not be as nice and welcoming as Joel) and we will have this discussion again and again and again. And it is just so exhausting and frustrating

but i reached a point where i do not want to wait until a new adaptation drops and the next showrunner says: "What? Queer representation among the main cast? Well, we won't do it/haven't considered it/its up for interpretation"

As long as they keep on making Sherlock Holmes adaptations, straight up ignoring their queer audience, I will be annyoing and not move on.

And this is also why I am happy that Joel saw my comment about straight people still being the default today, replied to it and it still gets a lot of likes from otehr fans a few days later. Still think it is insane that - when you look at the replies - i was the only one who choose a critical tone...

Btw, this goes also for Sherlock and John being potrayed by people of color. We reached a point where John often get potrayed by a person of color: Irregulars, CBS Watson, Enola Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes himself? Still white.

Its so so frustrating. At this point the most recent Jane Austen adaptations are more diverse then Sherlock Holmes right now. Its insane!

Again: this is not about Johnlock but a much more bigger problem. Look at the witcher fe. We had to fight so so so hard for queer Jaskier. Like.... a straight audience can just lean back and wait, as a queer audience it feels like every coming out, every queer representation is still a major fight. And thats so frustrating.

[quantifiableme]

KyoKao and saying I love you

I have a deep obsession with @pumpkinmetaphor ‘s entire blog and how they analyze Kyoya and Kaoru and their dynamics, and now its just on my brain.

(Also the slow burn is officially charring my bone marrow it’s so ingrained in my body, I need to talk about some “getting together” ideas if I’m gonna make it to the next update.)

So like, “I love you”, right?

Kyoya obviously isn’t gonna say it first. It’s inefficient, especially since Karou *knows*, so why would he say it? Also, that’s a pretty vulnerable position to put yourself in, and the other person too. Now they feel like they have to say it back, and that’s rude. AND-and and - it’s manipulative, don’t you think? Like yeah, I love him so it wouldn’t be a lie, but what am I *really* trying to get out of it? Huh? Mutual affection? Selfish.

(Kyoya’s an idiot. Tell people you love them.)

Okay but if Kyoya isn’t saying it, Karou DEFINITELY isn’t fucking saying it. And risk the (high) chance Kyoya won’t even say it back? No way.

And why would he say it back? Karou couldn’t even *PICTURE* Kyoya saying it. It would be weird. It would be boring. Karou knows Kyoya loves him. He thinks. At the very least, Kyoya *likes* Karou, or else Kyoya wouldn’t even be hanging out with him. Or letting Karou hang out with him. (Has Kyoya ever initiated hanging out? Yes. Of course he has. When has he-?) Kyoya doesn’t have to love Karou. They hang out, Karou is fine with just this. This is fine. For now. Karou will be fine with it for as long as Kyoya is fine with it. And when he stops being fine with it, Kyoya will leave, and that’s also fine. He’s fine! Karou’s fine.

And so this is their anxiety filled life for a while. On good days, Kyoya will try to do things that Karou can say for certain is an act of love, like buying him stuff or letting Karou do annoying things Kyoya won’t let anyone else do. Sometimes, they’ll look at each other and Karou will know what Kyoya means, and Kyoya will know that Karou knows he knows what it means. And that’s the same thing as saying it, right?

And then on bad days, Karou will spiral and rethink every interaction they’ve ever had. Did that mean anything? Am I reading into it? (On these days, Karou gets extra annyoing and attention seeking as punishment for Kyoya not just fucking saying it, and to test if Kyoya will let him.)

And then one day, Kyoya is visiting Tamaki and Haruhi for whatever reason. And Tamaki says “I love you” CONSTANTLY, which is intense. But Haruhi still says it a reasonable amount, like when one of them leaves or just when she feels like it.

And Kyoya is like “Why?”

And Haruhi shrugs and is like “You never know when he needs to hear it.”

And Kyoya is like (paraphrasing) PFFT. That’s dumb. Karou and I don’t need to do that….we’re sophisticated.

But then one day, Karou and Kyoya are hanging out. Maybe they’re just laying on the couch, maybe Karou had a particularly bad day but doesn’t want to talk about it or bring attention to it. Maybe Kyoya knows, because Karou is never this quiet for this long, but he doesn’t know why.

And maybe Haruhi’s words pop into Kyoya’s head. And so maybe he says it.

And its everything.

[barbarianbookhoe]

Chapter 3

A/N: here comes one of my fave Kanej scene!! (tho a bit changed but nvm) This became longer than I wanted, apologies if it feels too much!

(Btw i rewatched the series recently and my god was he hot doing this)

"You want us to do what?" Jesper asked and stopped fidgeting with his revolver. Y/N gave them back to him aftter Kaz told (almost) everything about his plan. But as expected, they had some reluctance towards some details.

"Do you have a better idea on how to get into a prison?" Kaz raised his brows, waiting for an answer, then nodded. "Thought so. As I said-"

"You intentionally want us to be prisoners? Get put behind bars, not to mention, that we'll have absolutely no weapons with us," Nina interrupted him. Kaz turned to her with an annoyed expression. "That is what I just told you, didn't I?" Everyone shifted in their seat uncomfortably, except Y/n. Her mind was already running with thoughts about Kaz's reason behind the idea.

"That's what I'm here for, isn't it?" She asked and they turned to her as she continued. "No one's going to expect criminals to willingly go into prison, that's why it's the perfect disguise. While the six of you are inside, I can shapeshift and easily get in and out, bringing you your weapons. I can change into anyone or anything, which means I can even change into a guard to make it less suspicious." It's a brilliant idea, she thought to herself but didn't say it out loud. Ghezen forbid she makes Kaz's ego grow bigger, if that was possible.

"And once we find Yul-Bayur, the two of you will change place until we get him out, saving time for us." Kaz told them and Y/N let out a small hum, as if she was agreeing with Kaz's explanation. "It'll work as long as no one tries to speak in Shu to me," Y/N said then quickly added, "or Fjerdan."

"According to my timing, no one's going to suspect a thing until we give you the signal and you leave," Kaz told her while Jesper slightly shook his head. "Don't want to offend you Y/N, I totally believe that you can do that, but umm," he hesitated for a moment before continuing, "how sure can we be that this will work? I mean, won't it be suspicious that while we're dragging him through the crowd, another one of him casually stirs potions in his laboratory?"

"I aggree with Jesper," Inej said and Kaz looked at her annyoed. "You too now?"

"Look Kaz, it's not that we don't trust you-" "I definitely don't trust him," Matthias mumbled while Inej spoke. "It's just that this really seems like a crazy idea. At least tell us you have a backup plan, if someone notices us," she pleaded with him but Kaz just stared at them with a blank face, seemingly in thought. His silence made both Jesper and Y/N worried. "You do have a backup plan?" Jesper asked, and Y/N quickly followed.

"Tell us you have a backup plan," Y/N asked with wide eyes and when Kaz finally looked at them he rolled his eyes. "Of course, I'm not an idiot. I have backup plans for backup plans,"

"That didn't sound so convincing," Y/N let out a sigh and Jesper did the same.

"I already figured it out. There's a few things that needs more details, but otherwise I have a solid plan," Kaz told them, and this time they found his words convincing enough not to doubt him furthermore.

After assigning each of them a task and telling them to meet at Fifth Harbor in two hours, Kaz dismisses the Crows.Y/N hugs Inej and Jesper on their way out, telling them to be careful, and slipping a newly made knife onto Inej's belt. When Nina walks past her to the door, she slightly turns towards the shapeshifter, as if telling her a secret.

"I don't know what's going on between you and Brekker, but I'm glad you're joining us," she told her honestly and it made Y/N's heart skip a beat. She was sure the heartrender sensed it by the smirk on her face.

"What do you mean by that?" She asked as nonchalantly as she could, but the grin on Nina's face told her she couldn't deceive her. "Whenever you speak his heart beats slower, like your voice is a drug and he just got injected with it. Makes him more calm, that's all. Also, green suits you," Nina winked and pointed at her leather vest under her apron. Y/N gave her a small smile in return, and watched as everyone left her apartment, even Kaz.

She didn't stop him when he went out the door, instead keeping her promise to him and acting like they were nothing else besides old colleagues. Oh but they were much more than that.

Even the word lovers were too much of an understatement for what they were to each other. In her head, Y/N called Kaz many things throughout the years: a colleague, an annoying friend, an asshole, a best friend, a partner in crime, a pain in the ass, her other half. One thing she knew for sure was that no matter how much of a liar and spiteful man he was, whatever promise Kaz made to her, he always made sure to keep it somehow.

I promise I'll give you a new knife.

He stole the one a Dime Lion threw at his head.

I promise I won't tell you drank it.

He created a fake alibi for her.

I promise I won't steal your pancakes again.

He stole the waffles instead.

I promise I'll be willing to try.

He could give her kisses on her skin now. He could take off his gloves and hold her hand for almost fifteen minutes. He could hug her, hold her, kiss her cheek almost without trouble.

He even tried kissing her a few weeks ago, trying to surprise her, but it didn't went well. They still did the things they accomplished in the last two years, but he didn't try kissing her again. Y/N didn't mind it for one minute, because this slow pace wasn't just because of Kaz. She had her fare share with fear of skin on skin contact. If the burn marks on her neck weren't any indicators, then her avoidance of close touches certaintly was.

She could deal with her aversion far better than Kaz, due to her nephew who sometimes clinged to her like there was no tomorrow. Not to mention that she used to work as a waitress in the Crow Club for a few months, before accepting the job as a gunsmith's assisstant. Though sometimes when she got back into her apartment, she felt like just standing in the middle of the room, not wanting to touch any material or fabric. These times even the soft and warm cushions of her own bed made her feel nauseaous. Especially the warmth that mattress could radiate, despite the fact that she always kept her bedroom rather chilly, even in the winter.

Y/N walked down to the workshop and took off her belt, that kept some of her tools on her hip. She also took the dirty apron off and tossed it on the anvil. She glanced around the workshop, wondering how many weapons should she bring with her. She though about the ones she's going to use, the ones for backup, and the ones the others will have to use in the Ice Court. She walked over to the shelves next to the fireplace and grabbed two belts. One for her and one for Inej, once they're inside the prison. She also grabbed gun hoisters, just in case, and put the four items on an empty table. She grabbed a few knives and two revolvers, along with three packs of bullets, so at least four dozen bullets. She began searching for the bag she used for delivering weapons to the Dregs, and she found it amongst the multiple boxes at the back of the room. She carefully placed the guns and the gun hoisters inside, then filled it with the knives and the packs of bullets. She threw the belt for Inej on top of everything and closed the bag. She also put the other belt on her waist, secured it, and filled it with knives, along with her leather vest. Her fingers grazed the edge of the vest, remembering her 16th birthday, when her brother convinced Inej to get Y/N a similar vest to hers

"I hate that you keep weapons on yourself at all times, but you might as well do it with some style."

Y/N smiled at the memory as she grabbed the bag and made her way upstairs.

Just as she was about to close the door, she heard the sound of a cane clicking on the stairs. She left the door slightly ajar, as she went into the kitchen and put the bag on the table. She grabbed another glass from the cabinet along with hers, and poured some kvas into both. She didn't turn around, even when the footsteps stopped and she could feel Kaz's presence directly behind her.

"Do you think you'll be able to pull it off?" He asked as Y/N turned around with both glasses in her hands. She gave one of them to him, as she answered. "If you think I can, then I think so too," she took a sip from her glass and watched Kaz quirk his eyebrow at her. "And why would I think that?" He asked rather playfully. "You wouldn't have offered me a place, if you thought otherwise," Y/N shrugged her shoulders and let the smug look take over her face. Kaz rolled his eyes, but Y/N could see the smile he was hiding in his features. "Your smugness is something I definitely didn't miss in the last few days," he downed the remaints of his drink and stepped closer to put his glass on the table. Right next to Y/N's hip.

"That indicates you missed me in the first place," she said quietly and really hoped her voice didn't waver as Kaz leaned closer to her. She could almost feel his breath on her face as he spoke. "Don't be so full of yourself," he whispered back gently, as he tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, then letting his hand linger on her cheek. It made Y/N's heart melt the first time he did it, and it certaintly melted for the hundredth time too. She gave him a soft smile. "I missed you too,"

Later at Fifth Harbor

Kaz and Y/N parted ways after closing the workshop, to meet the others. Y/N went on a longer route to eliminate anyone that might be following them. The bag felt heavier in her hands, since Kaz insisted on her bringing some first aid items, just in case.

"We won't need at least half of these," Y/N argued with him, and he gave her a frustrated glance. "Is it so evil of me to try keeping you unharmed?"

As Y/N reached the harbor she noticed five figures near the ship that was taking them to Fjerda, and when she heard the footsteps behind her, she let out a smile. "How is your new knife?"

"It's beautiful. I really like it," Inej said from next to her and they began walking over to their group. "I knew the royal blue grip would suit you," Y/N winked at her and Inej softly smiled. "I've been thinking, and I'd like to ask you a question. Is it because of your shapeshifting ability, that you always knew when I was near? I always found it strange that you could notice my presence, when no one else did."

"When I turn back into human, I can still use some traits of animals. Sometimes it's only for a few hours, sometimes it's for days. Depends on the strength of the animal. Excellent hearing is one of them," Y/N told Inej and she listened to her with curiousity. She always liked to learn about new things, and Y/N was more than happy to give her answers.

The two of them came to a stop in front of the group, when all of a sudden the ship in front of them blew up. They all ducked down to not get hit by the wood and glass shards that erupted from the end of the dock.

"That was our ship!" Jesper shouted as Inej and Y/N were already scanning their surroundings. Kaz stood up straight and began limping away, signaling for them to follow him. "That was only a decoy. I counted on something like this happening,"

"Of fucking course you were," Y/N mumbled as she followed him along with the others. Kaz lead them to the real boat, the Ferolind, when someone began shooting at them. The bullets came from more than one direction, which ment the ambush was planned.

Jesper grabbed his revolvers and began shooting back, while diving behind one of the shipping crates, Nina and Matthias following him. Kaz and Wylan wasn't too far from them, throwing bombs at the attackers. Y/N and Inej were hiding in the shadows, trying to see who the attackers were.

"Shit, I need to get rid of this bag," Y/N whispered to herself, before tugging on Inej's coat. "I'll try to pass the bag to the others. Go around from the left, I'll take the right side. Maybe we can attack them from behind," she said and Inej nodded, disappearing among the crates.

Y/N took a glance around the dock and when she saw Jesper behind one of the crates, she slowly began to make her way towards him, but in the last few meters she just ran. She hopped down next to him and pushed the bag into Nina's hands. "There's at least a dozen knives in there, so be careful," Y/N told her and immediately went back to where she came from.

She couldn't see well in the dark, so she duck behind a crate and turned into a black cat. She ran the way where Inej went and she saw her fighting with a man, badly losing. Y/N sprinted towards them and just as she changed back into human, ready to kill the person, she saw him bleeding on the ground, Inej nowhere to be seen. She glanced around frantically searching for Inej, and when she saw her climbing the pyramid of shipping crates she gently grabbed her ankle. Inej tried to kick her and as Y/N saw the girl pointing the knife at herself, ready to avoid capture, she quickly reassured her.

"Inej! It's me!" She exclaimed and saw Inej stop as she took a better look at Y/N. "Are you hurt?" She asked but when she saw dark liquid staining Inej's side, her face fall. "Saints. Come on, I'll get you to the boat!" Y/N said and grabbed the girl's arm and put it around her shoulders. Then she tried to get Inej to her feet as gently as she could, but she still groaned in pain. "Sorry, sorry," Y/N apologized quietly. She quickly got the girl to the dock, before she felt a sharp pain piercing through her shoulder, making her drop Inej as she lost her balance. She managed to let out a scream before she felt the dark waves crash above her head.

The others were already on the deck, ready to help the two girls on the boat when they saw what happened. Nina and Jesper ran towards Inej, meanwhile Kaz stood there frozen, watching the dark water that took Y/N. He could faintly hear Jesper asking Nina if she hears Y/N's heartbeat, and the girl saying yes. He also saw a Black Tip, Oomen, jumping right after Y/N with a rope in his hands. Jesper stepped on deck with Inej in his arms, and Nina by his side giving him orders and Kaz watched as they disappear.

Just when he looked back at the water, Y/N came to the surface, tossing around to get Oomen off her back as he tried to strangle her with the rope. She went underwater again, and the next time she came up she began frantically swimming towards the boat. When she saw that Kaz was about to jump after her, she yelled at him as loud as she could. "Go! Start the boat!" Then she let out a groan as Oomen behind her grabbed her again. "GO, I'LL FIND YOU!" She shouted before he pulled her underwater again.

Kaz knew it was the logical choice to start their journey, before the Ferolind got blown up too, but Y/N's scream was the only thing currently echoing in his mind. He didn't hear Nina and Jesper arguing while trying to keep Inej alive, nor Specht walking over to him.

"Start the boat as quick as you can," Kaz said harshly to Specht as he walked over to a scared Wylan. "Do we have any flash bombs left?" He demanded and the boy pulled the bag off his shoulders and handed Kaz three small bombs. "What are you going to do?" Wylan asked as he held the bag close to his chest. Kaz contemplated just leaving him there without an answer, but in the moment he was too frustrated and angry to care about the image he held. "Save a friend," he told Wylan and for a brief second saw the surprised faces of Matthias and Jesper. Kaz hurried to the side of the boat and threw the three bombs as close to the crates as he could, imitating the explosion of an actual bomb. Kaz was sure the rest of the attackers didn't stay in the harbor long after that.

As they left the harbor, Kaz kept his eyes on the waves below them, even as Jesper told him that Inej was fine, and Nina was currently stitching her up. Everytime Kaz thought he saw Y/N resurface in the water his heart lept from him. And everytime he realized it was just his mind playing tricks on him, his heart stopped in disappointment.

"Where's Y/N?" Jesper asked suddenly. "Is she okay? Did she stay behind?" He didn't got an answer and Jesper was about to walk away from Kaz, when he finally spoke up on a quiet voice. "She got attacked. It's nothing she can't handle though," he sensed Jesper's shock and subtly looked at the side of his face. "What is it Jesper?" The sharpshooter just shook his head, the shock turning into worry as he spoke. "Are you not worried about her? Not even a little bit?" "Not particularly. She can take care of herself," Kaz responded quickly, and tightened the grip on his cane. "But isn't the two of you old...acquaintances?" Jesper asked, slightly confused at the word. He suspected there was more between the two than being colleagues, but Jesper also suspected if he ever told this to Kaz he'd skin him alive. Kaz looked at him with a blank face, before turning back to the sea. "Tell Wylan and Matthias to work on the map," Jesper sighed disappointedly, but did as Kaz said.

Kaz heard someone cough beneath him, and he was certain his imagination was playing another trick on him, but then he heard a familiar voice. "Anyone there? Please," Her voice was weaker than he would've liked it to be, but it didn't stop Kaz from leaning down to see her better.

Y/N was gripping the side of the boat as hard as she could, with blood stained arms. She could hardly keep her eyes open and Kaz hurried to the ropes on the deck, before abandoning his cane and throwing the rope down for Y/N to grab. "Hold on," Kaz told her, and his voice made Matthias, Wylan and Jesper look at his back as he layed down on his stomach. Y/N grabbed the rope and Kaz immediately started pulling her up, letting out a groan as his bad leg protested against it. He felt the rope slowly slipping from his hands and it made him go faster. Y/N was only a few inches away from him, when all of a sudden Oomen emerged from the water, and grabbed her waist to pull her down.

Without a second thought, Kaz let go of the rope and grabbed Y/N at the back of her jacket which made her groan in pain. The others saw Kaz starting to slip off the boat and ran to him, but when they saw Y/N and the man on her back they shared shocked glances before jumping to action. Kaz told them to pull the man on board too, which made them even more shocked. Jesper grabbed Y/N's jacket and helped Kaz pull her up, while Wylan and Matthias grabbed the other guy and Y/N made sure to kick him in the groin once they were both on board.

She began to curse him in Ravkan, before she started violently shivering from swimming in the cold water. Nina stepped on deck right at this moment, when she went to check on the others. The scene before her left her speechless for a few seconds before worry took over her.

"What the hell is going on here?" She asked and when she saw Y/N shivering in her drenched clothes beside Kaz, she quickly went over to her, but was stopped by a very angry Kaz. "You stay there Heartrender," He growled but Nina had none of it. "Saint sake, the girl will freeze to death if you won't let me help her! Let me warm her up!" She said but it only made Kaz angrier. Y/N shook her head as she spoke.

"No, no fire. I don't want fire," She began frantically breathing but Kaz reassured her with gently rubbing her back.

The movement made them realize that Kaz was still holding the girl, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"There won't be any fire," He said to Y/N before turning back to Nina. "You can go," His harsh words made Nina even more angry with him. "Damn you Brekker, I was trained for this! I know what she needs! Let me help her!"

"You don't know what she needs!!" He yelled at her and it made everyone go silent. "Oh, and you do?" Nina asked mockingly and Kaz stayed silent. Then to all of their shock and surprise, he took off his coat while still staring at Nina like he was going to murder her. Then he put the coat around Y/N's shaking form as he helped her up from the ground and took her inside a cabin on the boat. The murderous look not once leaving his face.

After they disappeared, Jesper and Wylan got Oomen tied up and sat against the railing of the boat, stuffing his mouth with an old cloth. Jesper walked over to Nina and opened his mouth.

"Nina dear, can you check if my heart is still beating?" He casually asked her which made Nina turn to him with a questioning look. "I thought I'll have to die before I get to witness something like this,"

"Like what?" Nina asked back.

"Kaz Brekker, being affectionate...and protective?" Jesper answered like he didn't believe his own words.

"Did you...notice the tension between them?" Nina asked sheepishly and when she looked at Jesper he was already grinning. "Notice? I'm surprised we didn't catch on fire yet," he chuckled and Nina smirked at him. "Do you think they know about their feelings for the other?"

"Knowing Kaz, I'd say not in a million years," Jesper hesitated for a second and then continued. "And knowing Y/N, I'd say they're already together, but again, knowing Kaz, he'd rather keep it a secret than publicly admit he feels anything besides revenge."

Nina's mouth was slightly agape as she crossed her arms and fully turned to him. "I can't possibly believe he'd ever admit his feelings to anyone. Especially to that gorgeous woman," she said and Jesper smiled at her with a little mischief in his eyes.

"Would you bet on it?" Nina returned the mischievous grin as she answered. "Certainly. What have you got in mind?"

"We bet on their relationship." "Oh, and how much?" Nina asked curiously as he answered. "Dunno. Does 20 kruge sounds good to you?" She nodded her head and Jesper continued. "I bet that they're already together."

"I bet they don't know about each others feelings," Nina replied and Jesper reached his hand out to her and she shook it. "Deal."

The bet made its way to the others, every one of them voting on Nina's words, with Inej being the most definite about it. Even Specht bet on them, being the only one to side with Jesper.

Meanwhile Kaz was having a hard time reasoning with Y/N, for she seemed even more stubborn when she was injured.

[oscconfessions]

Dgmw I bet nickloon is a great arc yada yada, but holy shit dose it feel drawn out to me. I personally think some other characters could have used that screentime. And also they way the writers write them is so mehhhrnm. I bet it's not bad when rewatching the show but having to deal with a "will they or won't they" every single new episode just drains a person(espically when the EPS were being posted) Imo they'd be best as a arc at the start of III(premerge) because that part really misses anything going on(The only reason I gave III a chance was because 13 was rlly good at setting up stuff and I wanted more of that II2 writing).

Heck the shorter arc could symbolize something like "II2 is near it's end and mephone dosen't want to go back." And also I'd aruge it's resolution and everything else makes it not Worth being a full season arc. Like yeah Nickel's opinion on Balloon changes and that's well handeled, but it feels so nothing after seeing the two of them go back and forth for all of III second half. You get so desenscized to it, unless you have loved these characters all of III and want to see them together there's really nothing else in there.

Like Take bot's arc from the first half of III, dose it have flaws (yep) But was/is it enjoyed by most of the Fandom (YEAH!). Why? Because the arc dosen't draw itself out. Shit I'd aruge in the way the III writers were writing Bot's arc deserved more screentime then Nickel and Balloons(OR at least the arc deserved better time management. Like I said it's not perfect either). And I know Fandom liking something dosen't make it better/gooder then others. But I feel like a enjoyable arc should be able to reach more people then just Nickloon shippers, espically if it's gonna be this long.

Also mabye I dislike it because every single post about it is romatnic, Idk why but even before balloon was a canon aro(I'M NOT OPENING THAT CAN OD DISCOURE) I just coudln't see them together. So every single post about the arc having that isn't analises being Nickloon is just meh..(Plus I just don't really care for it in genral, it's not my thing but if you like it power to you)

ALSO no, I'm not saying compelx relationships bad, I'm just saying I PERSONALLY feel like the arc is drawn out. And no I'm not some 7 year old with a bad attention span. I'd forgive how long it takes if the writers did something else with them other then having "Will they or won't they" which I personally found obnoxius.

If you think it adds onto their characters and think the lenght of this arc and "Will they or won't they" is a improtant and good part of the nickloon soup that's A Okay

(Sorry for getting really annyoing in the last to paragraphs it's just I've noticed people on here like to act like someone, dislking the arc they like means their a idiot, because apparently you need to like something if people say it's "objectivly well writeen" even if it just dosen't vibe with you)

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[sonicasura]

Yes and no on how Tiny and other kaijus would react to seeing this. They'd be concerned alright but the thing is that in someways its easier and safer for both Kafka and his mom to do it in human form. Especially around the more sensitive and private bits when the shed is being stubborn.

And the shed almost acts like how one skin an onion when doing it too. Just in the form of very thin ghostly sheet like skin that one has to pluck on layer at a time. Sure it can get annyoing pretty quick but both take that over than the next week feeling like their nether regions are being ripped by a rusted kinfe or something far worse whenever they move or sit down.

As for mating seasons? In Akari's and Proto case defently. Proto struggled with making the right meds or suppressors that would work for them. And though Hina found that she never mind when Proto got into a rut, sometimes even found it flattering she could drive him that mad with lust just by winking at him when mating season was on.

Proto though was a bit more worried since he knew he could get quite a bit rough, for lack of better words, when that happened. Since sometimes, combat becomes a part of the ritual before the deed is done.

Akari on the other hand? She's gets redder than a tomato about it all and hates it when it comes around the corner. Her first time dealing with it was a utter disaster for all involved. And if it happens while she's on her menstrual cycle? Oof is all I have to say to that.

Though it was through one of these mating seasons Kafka was finally made, and the first time Tabiki actually experianced it with his wife. He had a good time despite sporting a broken arm after the ordeal and his rips hating him to the depths of hell.

For Kafka though, he did not experiance much of a mating season. At least not until Tiny came along. Even in the awakened path, for once his 3 quarters human side actually supressed most of it naturally that the only thing Kafka would experiance for years to come was being slightly more senesitive than normal, and feeling more horny then usual for some weeks before it fades away.

After Tiny though? The DF had to make a special room for our himbo and work out some new superssions that are based on the once Proto made. Our himbo is going to suffer for a while until then.

Though he could to without his dad telling him about how his mom and grandpa dealt with it. There are just some thing you really don't want to know about your family.

LMFAO I'm just remembering that one scene from the movie Firebreather where Duncan is being tended to by his human mom as his kaiju side fully awakened. The very first thing she asks is if he needed to know how he was conceived because his dad is like a 60 meter dragon kaiju. Poor Kafka rather not have his dad mention how his grandparents dealt with mating season.

He definitely hates Tiny for strengthening his kaiju blood as now he has another time of the year to despise. I can imagine the Defense Force turning pale or bright red since they would recognize the signs pretty quickly. No one wants to deal with anymore hybrids at the moment, lol.

Especially since a good chunk of people believe Mina and Kafka have a thing for each other.

[catinasink]

anons a hypocrite they’re being annoying

also they’re using anon to mindlessly hate so their opinion is invalid

honestly its actually not annyoing lol im interested in what they mean

bc i dont see any of us as annoying

at least other than me lolsie

truee... but they could just be too scared to say it to my face

[paintedbutton]

Find The Vibe Tag Game

Post a snippet that matches the previous vibe

@koala2all tagged me in this snippet and since there's plenty of both fancy parties and annyoing nobles in Worthy of a King, I thought of a younger Aneiric and Bran escaping a particular one in this backstory bit:

Aneiric could never quite tell whether Bran liked or hated feast nights. It was the height of summer, the air warm and heady even inside the castle walls. Flowers had been strewn everywhere. Aneiric had enjoyed it, for a lot of the night, but even he was tiring at this point. That, and he’d almost entirely forgotten what exactly they were celebrating. An engagement? Hopefully not his own, or this would have a dreadfully embarrassing aftermath. He turned towards Bran, who had been a silent presence at his shoulder for most of the night. The captain looked at him, head cocked in askance, eyebrows raised. He’d slicked his hair back, something that didn’t suit him at all. Aneiric wanted to run his hands through it, mess it up, but he knew better than to follow those urges.

“I want to go,” he said instead. He thought Bran smiled before he turned and led the way out of the room.

*

He wasn’t sure why they ended up in the throne room. Moonlight was refracting through the stained glass windows, the only light in the room at all. It was quiet, peaceful. Aneiric planted himself on the throne and looked up.

“This feels wrong,” he declared to the room at large.

Bran chuckled in response. “It does fit your mother better.”

Aneiric agreed, but he still took the opportunity to pout. “Traitor.”

Bran walked until he stood in front of the throne. When Aneiric looked up at him, he couldn’t quite stop himself from swallowing. The shadows did a lot of things to Bran he’d rather not examine with the man right there, standing so close to him.

“Let your mother rule, my prince. It’ll fit you eventually.”

“What? The throne?” Bran nodded. “What if I don’t want it?”

Bran cocked his head. Aneiric couldn’t quite see the expression on his face, it was too dark for that, but he knew him well enough that he could guess at it. “You will be king eventually.”

“I am hoping for a change of mind when I’m old.” He said it with a levity the topic didn’t make him feel. Mostly, he didn’t think about it at all. When he did, all it did was make him sick. Even the thought of the responsibility was crushing.

Bran seemed to sense some of those thoughts. “Old?” he asked lightly, “Like me?”

Aneiric chuckled, leaning back. “You’re not old,” he said.

“You certainly used to think so.” Used to, yes. When he was but a child. Before the crush that ended in a kiss he’d rather forget had ever happened and blood staining Bran’s shoulder.

He stood abruptly. Bran moved back to allow him the space with practiced grace. “Don’t hold that against me.” He knew the smile on his face carried in his voice. “Some would say you’re a man in your prime.”

“Some?”

He was treading dangerous ground. He didn’t know why Bran was treading it with him. “Don’t pretend you don’t see the looks. You could dance with one or two of them, at least.”

In the darkness, Bran’s shadow shifted. It wasn’t exactly defensive, but it certainly was more held-back than it had been a moment before. “I’m on duty. And no.”

“Oh come on, you can dance.”

“I can’t.”

The thought was irresistible. Aneiric stepped forward before he could stop himself. “You’ve definitely been taught,” he declared. He was close enough now to feel the air of Bran’s discomfort.

“I have,” he answered, haltingly, “I wasn’t good at it.”

“It’s only footwork. Here, give me your hand.”

“Aneiric.” His name suddenly sounded dangerous. Aneiric wasn’t certain what he was doing. He’d been so good ever since the incident. He’d sworn to himself he would never push Bran away again, and here he was, doing … Well, he didn’t know what.

“Please?” It was too late. He couldn’t quite keep the wheedle out of his voice. Bran sighed, and a moment later a gloved hand was laid into his.

Aneiric led them through a simple few steps. Say what he wanted, Bran knew how to follow. “It is easier with music. But.” He pulled Bran closer before pushing him in the opposite direction. When he proved graceful enough, Aneiric quickened his own steps. By the end of it, Bran was stumbling and Aneiric couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling from his lips. He stopped abruptly, bringing Bran to a graceless halt before him.

“Oh, you are bad,” he said between hiccupping laughs.

“I did tell you.” He didn’t sound sour at the laughter. In fact, he almost sounded distant.

Aneiric calmed himself enough to look up. They’d stopped close to the window, moonlight casting coloured shadow across Bran’s face. He’d never seen the expression that was on it before – wide-eyed and almost devastated. He couldn’t begin to guess at its meaning.

“Are you alright?” he asked tentatively, when Bran didn’t say anymore. Bran blinked and his expression changed, smoothing out into something that was supposed to be calm. It wasn’t. His eyes still looked terrified.

“Fine. Are we done making fun of me?”

“I’d never make fun of you. But yes. Think it’s safe to go back to my chambers without being dragged back out into the hall?”

Bran thought for a moment. “I’d say so.”

“You won’t let them take me?” It was supposed to be a jest, something silly to lighten the mood that had suddenly turned so heavy.

Bran, however, had nothing but conviction in him. “I won’t. My prince.”

Aneiric shivered.

Gently tagging @anyablackwood, @charlesjosephwrites and whoever else wants to do this - I am curious what vibe you all got from this :)

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

Thai QL Favorites Tag game

Got tagged by @plantsarepeopletoo

Favorite Thai QL: I would have to say Until We Meet Again. Simply because it was my first BL (Disclaimer: I don't actually remember if I watched Love By Chance first or UWMA first, either way they were close together and I had both options at the same time, I think I started with UWMA) and I fell in love with it so hard. I still rewatch it all the time. I know it has some issues but it is unquestionably why I fell for BL.

Favorite Pairing: Now first I want to start with: I do not like real life shipping and I think pair branding can be amazing only if done responsably and with minimal or no fanservice. That said I do find it quite amazing that I can just enjoy the same pair of actors acting together in different shows. I think the true test of pairing is if they manage to not get typecasted, at least for me. That means that I think OffGun is best BL pairing. FirstKhao is a close second but I have not seen them in enough roles together yet. [Side note: I love OffGun, but if they don't give me even a temporary non endgame relationship between Gun and Sing in a BL soon I will fucking riot]

Most underrated actor: I am not sure, I don't know which metric to pick one for this category. Underrated by who? The people in charge that never give them main roles? The fans? Because apart from the people I follow I don't really see what fans think. So I am not really sure how to pick someone.

Favorite Character: This one is hard, but I would have to say Amagi from Takara-kun to Amagi-kun. I love characters where the happiest person on the cast is allowed to both be actually a happy kind person and be extremely sad and insecure. And I think this show does it really well.

Favorite Side Character: Todd from Not Me. He is my poor little mew mew ok. I liked Vegas fine but I never went super crazy gaga over him. But Todd. Todd was my Vegas. We were robbed!!! Robbed I TELL YOU!!!! I will never forgive them for not giving me ToddBlack!!! NEVER!!!

Favorite scene in a QL: Either the rooftop kiss in bad buddy or the scene in UWMA with the friends talking about reincarnation and Pharm and Dean "answearing" how it felt to meet again. Or just the official first meet in UWMA.

Favorite line in a QL: My memory is very bad and I do not remember this kind of stuff at all.

Most Anticipated QL (& why): Only Friends for both Jojo reason, and because I love the fact that GMMTV is doing it and mixing up some pairs and being messy and I am so happy we get to see it. Also Shadow the Series because I want to see Fluke Natouch in a darker series and an hopefully darker role, because he deserves it and he can do it and I want the power that be to stop making a sweet innocent character, one of his first roles was super dark, let him play darker meaner roles!!!!!

Healthiest relationship in a QL: PatPran --- This one was hard to pick because I have seen so many BLs and there are now many realationship that I would call healthy. But if I have to go with healtiest overall, I would say PatPran.

Most toxic relationship in a QL: Everything MAME, no contest most toxic ships in the QL sphere. It's worse with them because you can just tell it wasn't intentional.

Guilty pleasure series: I don't think I have one. I guess despite me seeing how toxic they are I do enjoy some (key word some) MAME series and I am a bit ocassionaly put annyoed by it. But that is it.

Most Underrated Series: Again same as above I don't really know which metric to use. Most of the ones I would consider underrated don't really feel like that because a lot of the people I follow also like them. So I am not sure I can judge when a series is underrated.

That's it. Thanks for tagging me <3.

I am going to tag two mutuals that I think haven't done this yet <3 @benkaaoi and @callipigio

[hypnoneghoul]

this whole mainblog-sideblog thing is so confusing for no reason (tumblr pls get ur shit together), i just saw the ask regarding that it says u follow them but u don't cuz it's the sideblog. this is so annoying like wtf why - and i have so many ppl that come to me being confused cuz when i like or follow it always shows my main blog and not the one i'm active on... + tumblr is being goofy and unfollows random ppl for no reason, just had that with someone when they came back yesterday and were like "huh, why don't i follow u anymore?" this is so annyoing -.- AND the reason i'm always on anon in every askbox cuz i can't chose from what blog i wanna send asks. at least tumblr managed to give me that option for comments tho

~Yami

rahhhhh it's gotta be super annoying fr and I'm kinda surprised I didn't notice that with my sideblog yet @rainyhoursinhell

[bubblegumflavor]

Who else remembers the days when fanfic writers complained about not getting comments while getting 30 comments per chapter? And they were begging for more comments and it was so annyoing? Back then I thought I'm okay with a handful of commenters, as long as I have some reactions, some feedback, some engagement, I am fine. There were people who said comment if you want a new chapter and I hated that because I don't like putting pressure on people. I don't care about having the story with the most comments. I care about interaction. The feeling that I am reaching people with my stories and their reaction is everything to me.

Guess what:

It's getting so bad with the comments for fanfics that I don't wanna share anymore if I don't get some kind of community feeling out of it.

I got ONE comment to one of my new fics after all who said "when will you give us the new chapter?" I said now. Because now I know you're there wanting it. I had it post ready. I need to know people are there, posting into a void makes me wanna cry. People who read and enjoy but decide to not leave a comment actively participate in destroying the writers drive to share their stories. It is all fanfic writers get.

Imagine going into a place that says: free food, please leave a tip if you enjoyed the meal to keep this place running. At the end of the day the owner comes back, sees all food gone and the jar empty.. They see everyone enjoyed the meal but consciously participate in ruining the place with not supporting the cook.

That's me looking at page views, kudos vs comments. (I know a kudo at least is a sign of a positive reaction but it is the bare minimum.. it is one click. It doesn't tell me if you ever came back for more or your thoughts.. It's like a like on Twitter.)

A community only works when both sides contribute, the creator and the consumer. The creators aren't machines and aren't getting paid. Your reaction is their reward!

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There's a giant cognitive dissonance that say, the Anglo Saxons or Vikings or hell even the Celts could just look like people while being pagan

Its especially bad with the Germanic cultures since that's currently popular 🙄 They idea that they could look like people while *gasp* practicing regional animism, occasional plant/animal sacrifice, and being polytheistic

If I show people pictures of how the pre conversions Anglo Saxons or Vikings ACTUALLY dressed they're like "well they just look like medieval people" CAUSE THEY FUCKING WERE????

We're the freaks who have to wear fucking antlers and skulls and shit all the time (to fill the hole our culture gave itself through the creation of the white identity-remember, we also colonized ourselves. Some fought this and some didn't but it won in the end)

Personally I think its cool that they looked like medieval people, were not yet Christian, AND had such a beautiful matieral culture left behind. I own historical things to honor them and my pagan identity

People say to me "oh you don't look like a pagan-" yeah cause its a belief system, not an aesthetic. Its my religion 😬

I think dressing like a Heillung extra is perpetuating all kinds of nonsense, starting with cultural appropriation and then descending in severity to the least problematic of annyoing the dogshit out of me

I know I'm preaching to the choir here its just, it wears on me sometimes. Who's serious in a pagan gathering and who's there cause they expect Lagertha to show up and suck them off? Who's there trying to peddle their 5D crystal workshop pyramid scheme? Who actually is *trying*, ya know?