#DICKING ZEN DOWN REASONS

[lacertae-dreamscape]

me: blizzard is obsolete, their recent choices for ovw2 are honestly rly bad, i judge what they’re doing w that, and the fanbase is still full-on toxic, no wonder everyone abandoned ship, me included after waiting 6+ years for zen lore. despicable situation

also me, finding out they added a new omnic who studied alongside zenyatta, thus making interactions between them canon and giving me a fraction of zen-adjacent lore and a new character to raw zenyatta so hard he sees the iris, endorsed by blizz themselves: HO BOI HO BOI HO BOI

I WILL NOT SHUT UP ABOUT THIS HAVE Y’ALL SEEN HIM HAVE U HAVE U

from THIS article about him

Lore nerds will be pleased to know that there'll be plenty of stuff happening between Ramattra and Zenyatta, too. "They came to be as close as brothers," Jurgens-Fyhrie told me. "So you will see interactions between them where you see that closeness and you get a hint at that history," adding that those "hungry for Zenyatta lore" will have a great time with Ramattra's addition.

HO HO HOHO HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHO

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[ramrodd]

What went wrong at Harvard | Steven Pinker | The Reason Interview With N...

COMMENTARY:

Well, a problem with Harvard is the cognitive bias for the SJ/NF/NT Temperamens at the exclusion of SPs,  I believe this has been a historic bias, but Ilm only sure it was a problem at the University of Chicago from Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance I am an SP and I identify completely with Phaedra's before he was neutered, Phaedrus  is what it is like to be a combat crazed Vietnam vet trying to infiltrate The World. What happens to Phaedrus  is why the suicide rate of combat vets is 22 per day, I think this SP-SJ/NF/NT bias has always been there, The guy who climbs out of Plato's Cave is an SP, and the two guys chained in front of the cave wall with the shadow show are NT and NF natives and the guy passing the objects in front of the bonfire is an SJ. The SP came out of the cave and stumbled unto a game of Co-Ed Naked Beach Volley Ball and took the tidings of joy from his experience back down into the cave and  nobody listens to him, My intuition tells me that SPs are the   common denominator among Trump voters from the WWE demographic, Again, my intuition tells me that high school drop outs are led by SPs because the system wants to throw them out as disruptive. Which they are. I would be interested in a census profile of the participants in the January 6  neo0Nazi riot at the US Capitol,  Or of the Proud Boys and Oath Keepers, All those white supremacist sanctuaries. So, that cognitive bias has always existed in the academe but what has happened since the SDS imposed Post Modern Libertarian Logic as the method of inquiry to replace the Hegelian Dialogue, this bias wen on meth, That's what is driving the social polarization, globally, at this moment, Harvard is broken, It was broken before Vietnam, but Vietnam ratified its pretzel logic, In the final analysis, Vietnam came down to a contest between Marxism and the Harvard MBA business model and Marxism won, What Vietnam taught Mao was that Marxism is untenable and constitutional capitalism was the superior solution ot Aristotle's Politics, In contrast,  The Harvard community, collectively, never entertained the possibility that their Ivy L League socialism was how we lost the moral high ground with the assassination of the Diem brothers, After all, everyone knew that the draftees had fucked up Vietnam.  The result is the Oliver Stone version of Vietnam and that's turning the cognitive bias of the academe up to 11. Of all the things that are broken, Harvard is one of the easiest to fix with the process theology of the Gospels that is employed to create Starship Troopers with the US Army Ranger School. The Ranger School creates a task environment where the SP Temperament is the universal denominator:  everybody iis present and share a common gestalt. Re-Electing Biden-Harris with 66% of the popular vote or better is the first step in acquiring that common gestalt, globally, Biden is keeping the faith with both Harvard and JFK with his Build Back Better agenda, given Pete Buttigieg at Transportation, Pete Buttigieg was in the 3rd Generation of Starship Troopers and his experience of scales far beyond the end of Donald Trump's dick, Get the on-campus Likud-Hamas axis behind Biden for this election to allow an SP synthesis emerge from the common choice. The vote for Biden-Harris is a vote for the constancy of purpose of the Quality Assurance business model of Benjamin Franklin and the Delaration of  Indepndence.,

[fatuifucker]

Part two of the general alatus and u'll win your next five 50/50s in a row 💳💳💳💳

I have something more for General Alatus but here is a lil bit of background to how Alatus feels about you and his reaction after hearing in this

[cw: smut, accidentally voyeurism, masturbation, military au, power imbalance]

TAGS = @zen-daydreams, @edenialucas, @urcatbf, @nejibot, @honeyjetcoaster, @ventriloquistz, @numi-x

You're one of the most competent recruit under him. Always striving to improve, heading his words and eager to help out everyone. It's clear that you have a great fondness for this nation and a strong will to protect it with your comrades. Having soldiers like you in the army — under General Alatus no less — is such a relief to the stern and stringent general. He likes you as his recruit. That's what he says.

The general totally doesn't have to restrain a smile whenever you accidentally smile at him, forgetting that he is a rank above you. He totally doesn't want to praise you whenever you do even the littlest thing just to see your eyes light up. And he totally did not fall for you, no matter what the other generals think. Fine, maybe he has a little interest in you but it's just a fleeting feeling. He doesn't have time for love when he is always on the battlefield.

It's totally normal if he chooses to do more routine checks near your living quarters right? I mean, you're such a good soldier that he needs to make sure nothing bad happens to you. It's to ensure your safety! Not because he hopes to pass by you and talk with you or at least hear your voice greeting him or anything. Oh and did he hear your voice. But...he wasn't happy about it. Not because he is looking down on you, but because he feels really really shitty. Shitty for various reasons. One, because he accidentally invaded your privacy. Two, because he got turned on. Three, is that you saw him and definitely noticed his raging boner. Thank goodness you didn't interrogate him or anything.

Now General Alatus is in his room; face as red as the evening sunset, dick as hard as a rock, and brain full of mindless screaming of guilt. He needs a shower, that's it. A cold shower to clear his mind. Alatus sighs in relief as he steps in the shower, finding the freezing water to be effective in calming his thoughts but not the painful ache in his groin. Shamefully, he wraps his hand around his hardened cock and pumps it. He wonders if you are awake. If you were, would you have followed him back to his room? Would you have snuck into his shower and replaced your hand with his? He can just imagine your naked body pressing against his back, your hot breath contrasting against the cold water as you whisper in his ear.

"Permission to assist, General?"

Just the thought makes him shudder as he cums, staring at the mess in guilt as he realises that he masturbated to you. Fuck, he's a horrible person. But...you did masturbate to him too so isn't it equal? Yes, and you're in the middle of war, it's natural to have frustrations. He just wishes he can take those frustrations on you. Shaking those thoughts away, Alatus cleans himself before tucking himself in bed, wondering how will he ever face you now.

[sevens-binarycode]

Yoosung just trying to game

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Yoosung has a tiny dick that I’d like to suck on like a lollipop.

No proof reading

Gender non-specific

Yoosung x Y/N

Yoosung is gaming with Seven and Zen but you wanna playing a game with just your boyfriend ;)

Normally he was loud and energetic, non stop talking and yelling. He was very vocal in everything he did. That’s why 707 asked why he was so quiet.

“No reason, just tired.” Yoosung managed to say through clenched teeth, his fist tightening for a second before landing back on the keyboard. Some sweat had formed on his forehead but he didn’t dare stop playing. He wanted to get this match over with and stop talking to 707 and Zen as soon as possible.

“Where’s Y/N? They normally play with us.” Zen asked. Normally if Yoosung was online you were right there beside him playing. But not today. Today, instead, you wanted to play a game with just you and Yoosung. So when he logged on and called you into the room, he was surprised that you walked past your chair and crawled under his desk, this mischievous look on your face that he feared to question.

“What are yo-“ he stopped mid sentence, your hand slowly caressing his dick through his sweatpants. Having already started the call with Zen and Seven, you just mouthed as to not interrupt.

“Play.”

He swallowed deep and opened up LOLOL. You outlined his shape before slowly pulling his pants down, him lifting his hip to help before sitting back down, now in just his boxers. He shivered as your hands ran up and down his thighs slowly, feeling them tense and goose bumps form. He was far enough away from the desk that you could see his face if you laid your head on his thigh, so you did. He flinched and glanced nervously at you and all you could do was smile innocently.

“Yoosung dude what the fuck?” Seven said after Yoosung died only 30 seconds into the match.

“Sorry!” He said rushed and high pitched as you pulled his dick from the slit in his boxers. He had started to harden thanks to your teasing and you felt satisfaction wave through your being. Stroking his dick slowly, you watched his reactions intensely, the way his brows furrowed, the way he bit his lip trying to keep quiet, the way his muscles tensed trying to stay still.

Cute

It was his fault honestly. His reactions were so cute. Every time you touched him he always gave you a cute response. How were you supposed to control yourself around him?

After seeing some sweat droplets form on his face you decided to take it a step further. Suddenly, Yoosung felt your throat clench around his tip. He let out a strangled whimper which made Seven question his reaction.

“What happened?” Seven asked sort of preoccupied in the game.

“Nothing. Just wasn’t expECTING…. Them.” His voice cracked and raised as your tongue danced around him, cheeks hollowing around his length. He shut his eyes tightly when he felt your hand grab his balls, massaging them gently. He took a deep breath before cutting his gaming session short.

“Sorry guys I have to help Y/N.” He said rushed before hanging up and turning his computer off. Once his friend could no longer hear him his head fell back and mouth open letting out a high pitched moan, his orgasm quickly approaching. His hands clenched his arm rests as he looked down at you, your cute face and innocent eyes looking back at him as you were mercilessly sucking him off. The sight alone was enough to make him finish with a high pitched and strangled “SHIT!”

As you pulled off him, looking him in the eye, a drop of his cum fell from your mouth. Using your finger to sweep it back in before swallowing, you smiled at him with feigned innocence. He was still catching his breath as he looked at you, feeling his cock twitch at the sight.

God, what was he going to do with you?

[ithinkthiswasabadidea]

I already made a post about who should harbour our favourite hot boi war criminal in their spare room once the Mighty Nein part ways, and now I think Molly deserves his own post too.

So, on a scale of 1-10, who's most likely to offer their basement to an amnesiac tiefling?

Veth: Pros; probably has the room! They'd get to expand on their weird chaos and Molly would be very impressed with her personal progress. Cons; Veth has a young and very impressionable son, things will get broken and no one takes accountability. There's so much screaming - 5/10

Yasha: Pros; platonic soulmates together again! They'd probably stick together like glue until Molly feels like himself again and Yasha can catch him up with her personal growth. Cons; again, is boning Beau which might be a bit much for even Molly after a while - 9.5/10

Beau: Pros; look, they've come a long way and Molly will be able to see her respect and mindset has grown hugely, especially now she's with Yasha. Cons; they're still gonna be dicks to each other at some points but will tone it down for Yasha when necessary - 6/10

Caleb: Pros; a surprisingly better roommate than Molly expected, after all of Caleb's introspection and new knowledge. Cons; may actually forget Molly for days on end while he's out studying with Essek or visiting Veth - 7.5/10

Jester: Pros; the wonderous tiefling duo reunite, Molly gets to teach Jester his tricks, and Jester gets to introduce her mom to Molly. Cons; Molly might get too emotional having a parental figure for once. And then he meets Artagan and all hell breaks loose - 8.5/10

Fjord: Pros; aw fuck yeah the OG roomies! Fjord has come so far and would be so eager to help Molly find his place in the world now too. Plus! Pirate arc for Molly when?! Cons; Uk'otoa- 6/10

Caduceus: Pros; Molly gets a big family to stay with and recuperate in peace, it's gonna be a nice zen time. Cons; might get a little weirded out for.... reasons - 8/10

Essek: Pros; no prior ties between them means everything and nothing is on the table. The potential for spontaneous chaos is at an all time high for Essek. Cons; wanted war criminal might put a damper on the party spirit - 9/10

Bonus!

Yussa: Pros; simultaneously theyre both thinking 'who tf is this guy and what's his problem' but chalk and cheese means they somehow get along like a house on fire?? Cons; every two weeks the Nein have to come get them out of trouble of their own making - 10/10

[amysteriousmessenger]

The rfa + saeran sending nudes to mc

I got you anon!! I hope these are okay! <3 

RFA (+ Saeran and V) sending Reader nudes Headcanons (NSFW)

Yoosung Kim sending Reader nudes Headcanons

Yoosung has literally never taken a nude picture in his life, he gets embarrassed even at the thought of it. It’s not something he would really be into usually, but if you get him really in the mood and send him a couple of pictures first to make him feel more comfortable he might consider sending one or two.

He isn’t really sure what it is you want to see, and he definitely doesn’t feel like he can ask Zen or Seven what he’s supposed to do because they would literally never live it down. He’d also never survive the shame of asking in the first place. 

Yoosung is a little bit self-conscious of his body and doesn’t think particularly highly of himself, so the most you would probably get from him is a picture of his semi-erection bulge through his trousers, maybe with his hand slipping underneath. 

He’s not one for taking pictures of himself but he’s more than happy to see some of you, if you’re willing to send them. He can’t believe how lucky he is that he’s the one you chose to share these photographs with.

Zen/Hyun Ryu sending Reader nudes Headcanons

  Zen? The chance to share another selfie? He’s already on board. It always sits in the back of his mind that he worries the server will get hacked and that the pictures will leak and it could damage his career, but he has faith in Seven’s protection.

He doesn’t even need a reason to take them, he already has a bunch stored. He tries to keep them tasteful, so there’s never really any full cock action, it’ll be concealed with a towel or a well placed shampoo bottle. He has to make sure the lighting hits his body just right to show you all of his best muscles. He has a full length mirror in his bathroom, and by God, he’s going to make use of it. Most of his nudes are post-shower pictures because he thinks he looks particularly good when dripping wet. Well, he is dripping with good looks after all.

He’s also definitely one to get turned on by his own pictures, and his own moans too if you’re having phone sex together. He definitely prefers sending them whilst talking over the phone because he wants to hear your reaction to them and to hear you praising him.

If you wanted a fresh TM picture, you’d be most likely to get one of Zen pulling his grey sweatpants slightly down to reveal his abs, V-line and the top of his pubic hair. He’d also lift his t-shirt up so you could see his abs in the shadows. The lighting would be dark and he would just be lying in bed but*chef’s kiss* it’s still OnlyFans worthy. 

Jaehee Kang sending Reader nudes Headcanons

Jaehee has also never really been one for taking and sending pictures of herself. It makes her rather anxious and she doesn’t really think there’s anything special enough about her body to justify taking a picture of it. Like Zen, she would worry about the pictures somehow getting leaked and damaging her career, but reassures herself that there’s essentially zero chances of that happening and if they did, Seven would make sure that all evidence was destroyed. 

She’s always pleasantly surprised and extremely flustered to receive images from you, but she might need a little coaxing and reassurance in order to send one back.

She’d start simple, with nice pictures of her thighs, maybe her stomach with a little bit of her bra revealed whilst she worked up the confidence to send anything else. 

Even when she is more comfortable, Jaehee doesn’t really take her underwear off for these pictures. So, the most explicit you would get from her is her ass reflected in a mirror in some lingerie that she bought for the two of you to enjoy on her. 

Jumin Han sending Reader nudes Headcanons

As much as Jumin enjoys receiving explicit images from you, telling how much you want and need him, he rarely sends one back. He much prefers to call and hear your voice and tease you saying that you’d have to wait for him to come home before you can have him, and that you deserve a punishment for pulling something like this when he’s at work, especially when you know he has a meeting he’s supposed to be concentrating on right now.

On the occasion that you do get a picture back, it’s a blurry. Barely even visible. You wouldn’t even know it was a concealed erection otherwise. The majority of Jumin’s lewd pictures are of his bulge through his suit trousers, hidden under his desk. 

Whilst he would fuck you in his office, he’s not one for masturbating at work so he’d sooner send you a picture of his clothed erection and tell you what you have to look forward to the second he steps into the penthouse.

Besides, him ignoring his erection now is only going to make it feel even better later when he finally gets his hands on you.

Saeyoung Choi sending Reader nudes Headcanons 

Every time Seven gets a picture from you, he mutters a prayer and kisses his cross, asking forgiveness for the sins he is about to commit. 

Seven’s nudes still have Honey Butter chip crumbs on his trouser leg. Tasteful. Classy. 

He worries about one of the hackers chasing him somehow coming across yours and his nudes, so whilst he Cannot bear to part with your wonderful, blessed, gorgeous images, he’ll keep them on an encrypted floppy disk that only he knows how to gain access to. He is the only one that will ever get to see such photos of you.

He’ll send images similar to Zen, with his V line and pubic hair visible and his hand disappearing beneath his trousers, but the outline of his dick very much visible. 

He’s also very much someone that would want to call you so he could hear you as he was touching himself. Bonus points if you’re putting on a show for him on one of the cameras whilst you’re on the phone with him, because then he gets live action visuals. 

Sometimes he’ll wear his maid outfit and send you pictures of his ass, jut to keep it fresh and remind you that he does have a rather nice ass, if he does say so himself. 

When he’s jerking himself off, he’ll bite onto the hem of his t-shirt so he doesn’t cum on it and revealing his stomach and chest in the process, but it is Quite a few to see him finish on his abdomen, which he would probably send you a photo of before cleaning it up. 

Saeran Choi sending Reader nudes Headcanons (Unknown)

[The only alters I can see actually sending nudes would be Unknown and Suit Saeran, so I’m going to write this with Unknown in mind!]

Out of Saeran’s alters, Unknown is the flirtiest and probably the one who would actually send a nude first once it was established both parties were interested. He’d take the picture from below whilst he was lounging on a chair, so the phone has the upward angle and got to include all the Best TM aspects that he wanted in the picture. 

Unknown would bite at his shirt to reveal his abdomen and to show a devilish flash of a grin. The phone is set to an angel that it’s exactly what someone would see if they were on their knees in front of him, which was entirely intentional on his part.

The photo would cut off above the smile, and his free hand would be resting just next to his bulge, most definitely drawing attention to it. His legs are slightly spread and his tattoo is even more visible than usual.

It wouldn’t be a full nude, but definitely the outline of his cock pushing through the leather trousers and the caption, ‘I bet you want to see more, right?.’

If you sent him a picture back, don’t expect a lot of praise because the only thing you’re going to get back is a ‘heh, not bad’. That means he really liked it.

V/Jihyun Kim sending Reader nudes Headcanons 

V rarely sends his own nudes, but you know what he Would send? Your nudes. He would absolutely send you photographs of lewd polaroids that he had taken over the course of your relationship. To him, that was better than any pornography available and it was the only material that he had any interest in it.

He doesn’t really think he’s anything special or worth taking pictures of, but you on the other hand, he could take a picture of you every minute of every day and it would never be enough.

The closest you would get to a nude from V would be his silhouette looming over the bed that was covered in these pictures, the shadow of his hand over his crotch. 

It would have been creepy if anyone else was to do it, but V was your partner and you thought it was rather hot that he prized and worshipped  your images in such a way. He adored the way the expressions you made, the emotion, the purity and how good you were making one another feel in those photographs. 

[aworldofwhitenoise]

Hello! Hello! Hello!

I'm back at it again! I'm in search for another role play partner.

Let me tell y'all a little bit about myself. My name is Laura (she/her) and I'm 21 years old. My time zone is MST. This spring I will be going into my last semester of college. I work a part time job and I'm probably going to be looking for another one, because rent is expensive. Long story short: I'm a very busy gal! Because of that my love of writing got pushed to the back burner. However I'm determined to turn that around and actually engage in my favorite hobby.

When it comes to my writing, I've been doing it since I was a kid. However I've been role-playing off and on for roughly 8 years. I consider myself to be semi lit, a standard replying ranging from 500-1,200 words. I lean more towards the latter, however am willing to match my partner. I only write with people that are 18+. I do this since I'm an adult and do not feel comfortable writing NSFW topics with underaged people. (That being said I do not generally write smut but like to write about other NSFW topics) As stated above I'm very busy so I can't guarantee a response super quickly. My response time can range from a few days to a few weeks. If that is a deal breaker I deeply apologize. I do try to supplement that with things like moodboards, playlists, tiktoks, memes and general OOC chat!

Anyways! On to the fun stuff.

What I'm looking to role-playing! I'm looking for either Fandom oc x Canon or an Original Plot oc x oc. It is a requirement of mine to double. You play my love interest for me and I'll play your love interest for you. This is non negotiable. I write with mxf or fxf relationships.

Fandom

(note: I'm AU and crossover friendly. Also open to oc x oc set in the Fandom universe!)

Marvel:

Who I'm looking for: Peter Parker (Tom or Andrew both work!), Miles Morales, Bucky Barnes, Eddie Brock, Bruce Banner

Who I can write: Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange, Quentin Beck, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, Natsha Romanoff and more! I find writing most MCU characters super easy to pick up on so I'd been down to try my hand at other characters! Just ask!

Titans:

This is still a very new one and I've never written this one before! However I'm super interested in trying it out if you want to take a chance.

Who I'm looking for: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Gar Logan, Tim Drake, Conner Kent

Who I can write: Dick Grayson, Gar Logan, Rachel Roth, Hank Hall. Once again just ask and I'm open to trying my hand at a character! Does not need to be the Titans version or a Titans character. That's just the series I'm most familiar with!

Supernatural:

Who I'm looking for: Dean Winchester

Who I can write: Sam Winchester, Castiel

Harry Potter:

Who I'm looking for: Draco Malfoy, Newt Scamander

Who I can write: Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin (I LOVE doing oc x oc for Harry Potter so if you got ideas let me know!)

Anime:

Who I'm looking for: Kyoya Ootori, Tamaki Suoh, Hikaru Hitachiin, Yukio Okumura, Sebastian Michaelis, Suzaku Kururugi, Erwin Smith, Alphonse Elric

Who I can write: Tamaki Suoh, Hikaru Hitachiin, Haruhi Fujioka, Rin Okumura, Suguro Ryuji, Ciel Phantomhive (aged up. Please), Lelouch Vii Britannia, Levi Ackerman, Erin Yeager, Edward Elric, Roy Mustang (I also watch a lot of anime so just ask!)

Mystic Messenger:

Who I'm looking for: Seven, Zen

Who I can write: literally any of the characters!

Original Plots

Okay! So I do have specific ideas as well as genres/tropes that I generally enjoy.

Genres/Tropes:

Romance

Horror

Action

Urban Fantasy

Mystery

Super heros/vigilantes

Enemies to Lovers

Childhood friends to lovers

Bad boy/good girl (vise versa)

Forbidden love

Royalty

Celebrity (fictional/original celebrity. No real people.)

Mafia

Soul mates!

Original ideas:

These are going to be very abridged ideas for two reasons: 1. To help bring this already very long ad to an end and 2. It gives us an opportunity to build upon the idea and add to it!

Character A has to return to their home town after a series of unfortunate events that ended with their father dying. When they returns home they reconnects with Character B, their ex. But what happens when their mutual friends dig up secrets about their seemingly quiet town that threatens to put everyone they love in danger. And there is only one thing on A's mind: what if their father's death wasn't natural causes like everyone claimed.

Character A is a trouble maker who was taken in by their dismissive aunt and uncle. A now has to work in the sleepy town where nothing ever happens. That is until they meet Character B, a shinning star in the town. What happens when B's best friend is found mysteriously dead after being missing for a few days and everyone beings to turn against each other attempting to solve the murder.

Character A is a struggling ambitious artist, working in a little town. They paint murals, and sculpt anything to make ends meat. However they have big dreams of going to art school. Character B is a bartender with a carefree attitude and a love for music. The two meet one day at work and really hit it off. But can A risk having a relationship when they know they are going to be going away to school soon?

Please like this post or message me if you are interested!! Thank you for reading my ad! I'm looking forward to meeting you! ♡

XOXO

~Laura

[babybluebex]

of pubs and profs pt.2 [tom holland x reader]

➽ pairing: professor!tom x fem!reader (y/n) ➽ word count: 2.7k ➽ summary: for some reason, you just can’t say no to tom holland, even if you know that it’ll end in sadness.   ➽ warnings: explicit language, mentions of sm!t ➽ a/n: you all voted for opap pt.2, so here it is!! enjoy! masterlist/taglist in bio!

Your heart was in your throat for the entirety of class, and it only got worse when Tom dismissed the class. You had been terrified for when class ended and you had to talk to Tom. You gathered your stuff in your bag and lingered awkwardly. Once when the room was empty, Tom got up from his place at his desk and shut the door, and then he turned to you. “I think we should… Address the obvious here,” he started. “I want you to know that I like you. I really do, but--”

“But we can’t be together,” you supplied quickly. “I know. I should’ve asked what your job was.”

“Well, there was no reason for you to,” Tom said. His eyes were focused on you, and the contact was too much; you looked down at your lap. As cliche as it was, seeing his pretty eyes only reminded you of your night and the way they glittered as he looked down at you. “I… I feel partially responsible. I knew that you were the right age to be a student, I just didn’t think about it, I was so distracted and blinded by…”

“By…?” You said. “By what?” 

Tom shrugged. “You,” he said. “You are so beautiful, and… I was distracted by my own desires and wasn’t thinking rationally. Please don’t blame yourself; I’m as responsible as you are.” 

You chewed the inside of your cheek, and you mumbled, “Guess we gotta break up, huh?” 

“Would be for the best,” Tom agreed. “That being said, you… You left something at my apartment.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What?” you asked. 

Tom laughed, his cheeks growing red. “You seem to have left your panties,” he said. “I put them through the wash, they’re all clean for you. Unless you’d rather me keep them...?” 

You had noticed that you left your panties at his apartment, but that was the plan. In the best circumstances, you would have called him that night and asked about them, and you would have had an excuse to go back and retrieve them. However, given everything, you would need them back. “No, no,” you said. “You can keep them. Throw them away. Whatever.” 

“Are you sure?” Tom asked. “They seem expensive.”

“Just keep them,” you said softly. “‘Cause how would I get them? Go to your apartment? You’d bring them to class? There’s no way to do that innocently.” 

Tom sighed. “You’re right, I guess,” he said. “Well, at least one of us has our head on straight.” 

You tilted your head in confusion, and Tom added, “It’s so, so wrong, but, darling… I was so happy with you. That sounds stupid, but I slept easy with you in my arms. I had gotten into a habit of not sleeping at all, but you made me feel happy and safe and comfortable enough to… Anyway. I have feelings for you, my darling, and I can’t just overlook them.” 

“Tom, we can’t,” you whispered. “You could lose your job, I could get expelled. I like you a lot too, but we just can’t.” 

Tom nodded, and he wrung his hands together. He was perched on the corner of his desk like at the beginning of class, and he said, “You’re right. You’re right, darling. You’re so smart… Well, I have my phone number in the syllabus in the event that email goes down, so there’s an excuse for having my number in your phone. I… I will see you on Friday, then, Ms. Y/L/N.” 

You nodded. “See ya, Dr. Holland.”

“Alright, tell me about Tom.” 

A pang of sadness hit your chest, and you looked up from your computer at Zendaya. “What?”

“Your new boyfriend,” Zendaya said, playfully jabbing your ribs. “I wanna hear about him.” 

“Oh,” you started. You were dying to tell her all about the scandal that you had found myself in, but you were scared to admit it. “Well, his name is Tom. He’s from London.” 

“How old is he?” Zen asked. 

“Umm…” you started. “In his mid-twenties.”

Zendaya nodded. “His job?” she asked next. “Does he have one?”

“Yeah, yeah, he does,” you mumbled under your breath. “You… You can’t tell anyone this.” 

“Ooh, is it juicy?” She asked, readjusting herself on the couch for the incoming gossip. 

“Yeah,” you said. “He’s a… Umm, a professor.” 

“At our university?” Zen asked, and you nodded. “What does he teach?”

You swallowed thickly. “English lit.”

“Oh, does he know this Dr. Holland guy?” She asked. “I have his class tomorrow morning; you had him this morning, right?”

You sucked in air through your teeth as shame filled your chest. “I did, yep,” you said. “And he does know Dr. Holland… Because he is Dr. Holland.” 

Zendaya sat for a moment, blinking at you. “You…” she started. “You fucked our professor?”

“I didn’t know he was our professor when I fucked him,” you scoffed. “C’mon, Zen, give me more credit than that! But we talked after class and we broke up. It’s better, ya know?” 

“Oh my God,” Zendaya laughed. “Oh, that’s really funny, Y/N. You fucked our professor, that’s--”

“Alright, stop,” you said. Your phone buzzed against your thigh, but you paid it no mind. “I’m in mourning right now, just…” 

“Oh,” Zen mumbled. “Shit. You really liked this guy, huh?” 

“I did,” you nodded. “Like… Love at first sight. That’s stupid, but… I really, really liked him, and not just because he was good in bed. He was sweet and funny and so handsome, and we really got along. I... “ Your phone buzzed again, and you looked down to see a flurry of text messages from Big Dick Tom. “Oh, Jesus, he’s texting me.” 

10:32PM - Big Dick Tom: I’m so sorry. 10:32PM - Big Dick Tom: I’m such an asshole please  10:34PM - Big Dick Tom: Please take me back. 

10:36PM - Y/N: you shouldn’t be texting me right now. i already told you, i can’t be with you. 

“He seems drunk,” Zendaya said, and you tilted your phone away from her. 

“Invasive,” you chuckled, but your heart still sank. She was right; he did seem like he was drinking. 

10:37PM - Big Dick Tom: I’m so sorry darling. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. 

10:38PM - Y/N: you didn’t. just leave it alone.

Before you could properly close the conversation, your phone began to ring with a call. “Christ,” you mumbled. “He’s calling me now.” 

“Put it on speaker,” Zendaya said, and you batted her away. 

“What did I say about you being invasive?” you said, but did as she asked anyway. “Tom, what’re you--”

“I’m the biggest asshole in the world,” Tom said quickly. “Please, darling, please forgive me.” 

“It’s already done, Tom,” you told him. “You’re forgiven. You really can’t keep texting me and calling me like this.” 

“I know!” Tom sighed. “It’s fuckin’… God. I miss you.” 

“I’m gonna hang up,” you said quickly. 

“No, please don’t,” Tom whimpered out. “I just miss you. You’re so pretty and smell so nice, and I loved sleeping next to you. Can we meet somewhere? I wanna see you. I miss you.” 

“It’s half ten,” you sighed. “Nowhere’s open. And we can’t do that anyway, we can’t be seen together--” 

“Oh, fuck off!” Tom groaned. His accent was thick, his voice low, and you swallowed thickly. The sound of it was attractive, and you couldn’t stop the thought of him whispering in your ear with that voice, a hand in your hair and the other… 

Your train of thought was completely derailed when you heard a shattering from Tom’s end of the call. “Tom!” you exclaimed. “What was that? Are you okay?” 

“Threw a bottle,” Tom mumbled. 

“Christ,” you whispered. “You’re drinking, aren’t you?” 

“You know something? I am,” Tom said. “Why do you care, though? It’s not like we’re dating or anything.”

“I care about you, you dick,” you told him. “You’re acting like this isn’t hard for me too. I told you that we had something special, Tommy, and, if things were different… Ya know? I like you, you piece of shit, just… Christ, I’m coming over.” 

“Why?” Tom asked. 

“Because I don’t think you can be alone right now,” you said. “You’re drunk and throwing things.”

“What happened to ‘we can’t be seen together’?” Tom asked. 

“Do you want to see me or not?” you asked. 

There was silence for a few long moments, and you almost thought that you had misread the situation. Then, Tom said, “I do. How soon will you be here?”

“Give me like half an hour,” you said. “Please don’t do anything stupid until I get there.” 

You remembered the way to Tom’s apartment, and you got there quickly. You had to knock on his day and wait for him to answer, and your heart sank deep when he revealed himself. Sweatpants and a t-shirt, his hair undone and frizzy with unkempt curls, his cheeks red with drink. He was holding his hand away from his body oddly, and you saw thin streaks of blood on his fingers and palm. “Hi,” Tom said simply. 

“What happened?” you asked, taking his hand in yours. You saw a little glimmer of green glass in one of the cuts, and you tugged him to the bathroom, kicking the door shut. “Did you really smash a bottle?”

You sat Tom on the edge of the bathtub and began to look through the medicine cabinet for anything that could help bandage up his hand. “Felt like it,” Tom sniffed. 

“Jesus,” you whispered. “Tommy, listen, we both know how terrible this is, but getting angry like this isn’t gonna help anything. Fuck, do you have any antiseptic?” 

“Under the sink,” Tom told you. “I wish things were different.” 

“Me too,” you admitted. You retrieved the bottle and a few cotton balls, along with a set of tweezers and a roll of gauze, and you sat down in front of him. Carefully, you pulled his injured hand towards you, and you began to extract the glass bits with care. Tom winced every so often and you apologized, and, finally, once that bit was done, you began to clean up the cuts. 

“I…” you began. “I should drop your class.”

“Why?” Tom asked. “Am I… Do I make you uncomfortable?” 

“No, no, no,” you said quickly. “Not at all. I just can’t focus. I’ll never pass.” 

“Why can’t you focus?” Tom asked. “Is someone giving you a hard time?”

You had to remind yourself that Tom had been drinking. “You are, doofus,” you scoffed. “I can’t focus on the lecture when you’re the one giving it. If I stay, I’m gonna need tutoring out the ass.” 

Tom pulled his hand away from you with a gasp, and you almost thought that you had hurt him, but the smile on his thin lips said differently. “That’s how we do it,” he said. “Tutoring. I tutor you! We get to meet at least once a week outside of class, in my office, alone… Would you want that, my darling?”

Your knee-jerk reaction was to say yes. After all, you did want to be with Tom, but anxiety kept you from instantly agreeing. “What if we get caught?” you asked. “It’s your job on the line, and my scholarship, I might even get expelled. It’s so… We just can’t.” 

“But isn’t that a bit exciting?” Tom asked. “The rush of it!”

“You’re insane,” you huffed, grabbing at Tom’s hand, but he stopped you. 

“Am I?” he asked. “Or am I actually smart?”

You chewed your lip as you considered it. The fact that you were even considering it at all was enough to make your breath falter in your chest, but you had to admit that Tom was making a good argument. Anyway, you only had his class for one term. 16 weeks. That wasn’t that long, in the grand scheme of things. You could do it, if you were careful. “Let me sleep on it,” you said softly. “I wanna do it, but… I don’t know. There’s so much at stake.” Tom nodded in understanding, and you whispered, “And you might think differently when you’re sober.” 

“I won’t,” Tom said. “I’ll still think you’re the best girl there is.” 

“You hardly know me,” you said softly, looking up at him. You wound the gauze around his hand, trying to cover the cuts, but his other hand cupping your cheek stopped you. 

“That might be true,” Tom said. “But you’re special. I know it.” 

“You are too, Tommy.” 

The smell of coffee filled your head, and you squeaked as you stretched. It smelled different than usual, lighter than Zendaya’s usual dark roast, and your heart nearly stopped. It wasn’t coffee. It was tea. 

You shot up in bed, gathering the blankets in your fists. Tom’s bedroom. Tom’s bed. Tom was making tea. You studied yourself, trying to assess the damages, and you found bruises littering your hips and thighs. If you could see your neck, you would bet that he had left hickeys there too. 

You cursed yourself every which way to Sunday as you got out of bed. You knew what was bound to happen if you saw Tom again, and there you were, right back where the problem had started. Your arms felt weak as you shoved your shirt from the night before back on, and you whirled around. Bra. You had left your bra. 

“Woah,” a low chuckle came from the doorway. Tom stood there, grey sweatpants and damp hair, absently stirring a spoon in a mug. “Late to class?” 

“No,” you said quickly. “I need to--” 

“Need to go,” Tom sighed. You saw a perfect mouth-shaped bruise just under his nipple, and the sight of it stopped you. You remembered every beat from the night before, every kiss, touch, breath, and moan, and the memory of his hands was enough to stop you dead. “Right.”

“No, actually,” you said, taking a breath. Your intentions had flipped as soon as you remembered, and you scrambled for an excuse. “Need to go to the bathroom. I don’t remember if I went after we finished last night.” 

“Ah,” Tom hummed slowly. “What’s it called? UTI?”

“Yes, and they can be painful,” you said quickly. 

Tom smiled, a sleepy, fuzzy thing, and he pulled you into him with one arm. His lips were warm against your forehead, and he whispered, “Good morning, sweetness. Glad you slept well.”

“Well, you nearly exhausted me last night,” you chuckled. Your arms circled his waist and you pressed your nose into his hard chest. “Would’ve been impossible for me not to.” 

Tom landed a kiss in your hair, and he said, “I didn’t wake you up, did I? Seems to be my superpower.” 

“No,” you said. “The tea did. I’m used to coffee.” 

“Oh, my darling, you need to get familiar with tea,” Tom said. “I’m from Southwest London, we do tea.” With that, he offered you his mug, and you peered in for a moment, assessing the light tan drink, before you carefully took it and took a sip. It was warm and tasted good, lighter than coffee, and you nodded carefully. 

“I think I like coffee better,” you whispered, and Tom gasped. 

“You just insulted the whole of England,” he said. “How dare you.” 

“To be fair, England deserves to be insulted,” you said quickly. “Most independence days that are celebrated are celebrating independence from your whack-ass country.”

“That’s…!” Tom began, then sighed. “Yeah, no, that’s fair. Well, do you want me to pop out and get you a coffee?” 

You giggled. “No, I’m alright,” you said. “I’ll make it work with your pathetic leaf water.” 

“Better than bean water,” Tom said, sipping his tea. 

You laughed at him. “Did you really just shade me and sip tea at the same time?”

“What does any of that mean?” Tom asked. “Is that a meme?”

“Jesus, you’re not that much older than me!” you laughed. “I’ll have to teach you memes.”

“And I’ll have to teach you not to sass me,” Tom said. “You can get awful lippy, my darling.” 

“I sure can,” you said and bit your lip as you played with the band of his sweatpants. “Want me to show you?” 

“You little minx,” Tom smirked. “I’d never say no to you.” 

[elizabethrobertajones]

Hello there. I have a question (more like a thesis): What would have happened if Cas told the Truth anywhere between season 7 and 15? Do you think it would have had the same impact on Dean? Logically speaking Cas could have told him anytime.

Oh gosh, yes. I mean Dean’s reaction in season 15 is still the best it could have been really :P He was in the best place and most accepting of himself and he still had a BSOD for a moment and then Cas had to shove him away so he could go die... (Assuming you take the on screen boring presentation of what happened as canon and not throw in the reciprocation, tears, pull in for a kiss, etc that we know exists either in our hearts or on Jackles’ phone.)

I’ve been thinking about this and the parameters we’d have to apply if we were gonna get something like the show being self-healing back to its self as we know it but we were allowed a confession. Also the show has to be as punishing as ever. So these are my personal theses on each season... 

Season 7 the confession would have to be after Cas comes back, and everything in 7x17 that looked like Dean was jealous of Daphne and Meg textually was meant to be read that way in the set up for the confession. To make it the most painful obviously we still get Cas exactly as he was all through to the end of the season and he never really says anything too different but then right when they’re having the “cursed or not” discussion he’d bust out of nowhere that he supposes it is inevitable Dean would talk him into going on this dangerous mission to get Dick because obviously Cas loves him. And Dean, who is in a weirdly zen sort of place in the remaining minutes of season 7 after Bobby’s send off and final words that helped him go make up with Cas, is in a similarly season 15 oddly okay spot, mental health wise. At least. COMPARED TO ALL THE REST OF SEASON 7. But I still personally have always read it as a genuinely good place for him that could have endured much longer if not for *gestures everything that happened after stabbing Dick* and obviously making up with Cas was step one and a huge part of his process. 

(idk if you’ve noticed but 7x23 pretty much has no Sam and Dean interaction after Bobby’s send off, and their last good broments are really scarce; it feels sort of natural for abrupt calamity and no time for teary farewells in a season with a strong commentary on grief, which also hyperfocuses the attention on Dean n Cas there.)

So I think Dean would maybe be stunned but maybe quirk a sceptical smile like “He can’t mean it like that and anyway he’s currently coo-coo, this doesn’t mean anything hahaha oh Cas :)))” and then idk shake his head and move the story on and Cas just turns one longing look after him like “dammit that didn’t work out like planned” 

Anyway then the exact plot beats of 7x23 follow, exactly as seen on your screens, but we’re left going into season 8 and Carver era with Dean far far more messed up about Cas and it can force clarification in 8x02 in Purgatory where Cas is entirely adamant he meant what he meant and furious at Dean for being mad at him and Dean’s mad at Cas for all the season 8 reasons so they continue angsting at each other but Benny’s reaction shots are just 10x funnier. This is followed by Dean’s reciprocation of “I love you” instead of “I need you” in the crypt scene in 8x17 and from there honestly it’s been built up into canon in such a way that the emotional arc of the show has to go off the wheels and I can’t keep to the self-healing model to continue following the “real” plot and contain this much raw power.

Coincidentally, if the first confession is in season 8, it would be “what broke the connection” after a season 8 where nothing was different up until that point. Cas flaps off while Dean is still processing that the answer was “You. I love you.” and Dean is left yelling at the empty crypt like “What the hell, Cas?!” 

Then he’s as mad at him as he was in canon except instead of being borderline a really bad overreaction into his anger phase which we have to weather as miserable fans tethered to this ship who know sometimes Dean gets mad and yells at Cas for no reason, he’s reacting proportionately. It’s always seemed like 8x22 only makes sense if Dean is furious at Cas for confessing and fleeing except, obviously, in our “”real”” canon, it can only be like Cas confessed and Dean took it that way and also felt embarrassed how far he went with his own feelings only for Cas to run. 

This would make the bar scene with the cupids in 8x23 make a lot more sense too, and after they get the cupid bow Dean’s going to turn to Cas and give him a nervous smile, and then - Naomi flaps in like she does and distracts them away from reciprocation. 

I think this one could go long - maybe even season 13 Cas being dead and Dean being like “FUCK I never got a chance to work things out with him” and 13x06 onwards is where we get any actual work on the ship, because Carver era was so determined to be emotionally gruelling and unsatisfying and relentless from one issue to the next. And the confessions are so bound up specifically in the moments of miscommunication or failed attempts, cut off conversations etc that whether Destiel is canon or not, they’re never gonna get to talk it out under those conditions. Cas is only explicitly the grieving wife and jealous ex to Crowley’s smug take over of Dean’s affections rather than subtextually. 

The season 9 confession... I feel like we’d come perilously close to the Monkey Paw curse we once envisioned of Buckleming making it canon because they love jumping the gun on plot points and making them too obvious. So the end of 9x03, Cas is really blatantly angling to come in with a big “Hey I’m human can I live in the Bunker look at me I learned to do The Sex can we do it now” kind of vibe. All the enthusiasm he was giving to eating that burrito in the background while “Zeke” was trying to get him kicked out, but with lusting over Dean :P 

If we avoid that we can leap to Mr Bobo Berens and his first episode, and have this thing handled by a pro, as it’s already very much about Cas as a homeless queer man with a bad ex he still loves rolling into town where he’s just trying to make a new life and play straight - I mean human - for his own survival. I suspect the confrontation with Iphraim would make it really obvious that Cas didn’t just want to live as a human but had an eye for living as a human with Dean, and then he’d attempt a confession right before Dean would accidentally talk over, like, the L in “love” honestly, to tell him that sorry things do still stand that you can’t come back with me. Leaves Cas utterly devastated but Dean is none the wiser and he drives off and Cas pines piningly at the pine trees in his Gas n Sip. 

Again the end of season probably would force the real confession, since there’s a ready made moment in 9x22 where Hannah tries to force Cas to kill Dean and he gives it all up for one man. Cas can just lower that knife and be like, “No, I love him,” talking to his shoes and Hannah rather than meeting Dean’s eyes. Mark of Cain Dean is fuuuucked up at that point but we still get the moment where Dean carries Cas’s bag into the bunker and sits down with him and tries to care about his health and now also this confession. Sussing out what the heck is up with Cas, and maybe he looks like he’s playing it cool and is still so messed up but Cas is vulnerable, and finally Dean starts to reach across the library table for his hand, and it’s a moment where maybe things could have started to go better for them...... Cue Gadreel walking into the library, Dean going feral, blah blah demon!Dean, blah blah explicitly stated Drowley, blah blah muuuch healing and Cas giving Dean a wide berth for a lil while. Though, in this scenario, 10x22 is far worse but has the reverse crypt scene moment, so Dean can be more obviously unable to kill Cas because he loves him, and then he walks out, followed by season 11 and Cas being returned to them. Unfortunately. Yep. Another finger curls on the Monkey Paw... 11x03 by Buckleming would absolutely be where Destiel goes undeniably canon as it is their first real interactions post Mark of Cain. Our only consolation - directed by Jensen Ackles.

Season 10 confession, hm. Poor Cas. He has the option of 10x03, of confessing and then immediately apologising and walking off to handle stuff with Hannah (thanks Buckleming!) or the Burger Date, where Dean may be slightly less stunned stupid but still likely to laugh it off and not believe it. There’s not much heavy tension between them most of the season so it’s possible that the only time Cas would really get is to confess in 10x22 while telling Dean that he would have to watch him murder the world, and that would suck because I love you. At which point the story dictates that Dean beats Cas to paste so it’s a very bad look. Season 10 destiel confession is the worst. 

Season 11 may be better because Cas has options to be jealous of Crowley and Dean’s connection to Amara multiple times and then Casifer happens and that can really play up things in a season where a confession is coming. 

I think the Beer Run in 11x23 might be the only viable place, where Dean grabs Cas and takes him out for that drive for last drinks before the end of the world. Cas gets the “you’re our brother” thing and just lays into Dean with the certainty of someone who knows this is it - now or nothing - with “You know that’s crap, Dean. You wait until the end of the world and you can’t even say it. Well I can; I love you.” 

Cue awkward tension, well-placed interrupting Moose, and then the world very much not ending so that when Dean n Cas hug and kiss in front of Mary in 12x01. Well. There’s even more explaining to do to her. Since we’ve made it to Dabb era, I believe any confessions from this point onwards can just slot into the show as we got it from there since it’s entirely compatible to start season 12 assuming Dean n Cas are literally married and never be contradicted by the text in their behaviour. But since we’ve had canon Destiel since whenever, obviously the final episodes are good instead of. That.

Season 12... Going to have to go with the first sniff of true canon coming in Lily Sunder with just a few lines leaning even further in the Cas’s Angel Family Are Homophobic Assholes metaphor, leaving Cas’s relationship with Dean even more live wire exposed. Followed by The Mixtape Scene where Cas is going to confess to Dean and get him startled up out of his seat, accidentally knocking the mixtape to the floor and for a moment it’s like, did he throw it is he mad? but then he’s smooching Cas, fade to black, return to scheduled programming but the whole line about Cas stealing the Colt from under Dean’s pillow makes fuckin sense, as well as the fall out argument and how mad Dean was at Cas followed by how devastated he was at Cas’s death. This just means Dabb era continues as planned except we get a kiss in 13x06 under that big glowy cross, and some more smooching here and there when things are good from then on. 

Season 13... Hm. Cas has to do the confessing and I don’t think he’d throw that at Dean on return from death so unlike if Dean was the one who was being made to confess obviously the aforementioned glowy cross scene obviously would be it for him... Cas could keep that bottled up much longer, especially as he has so much to do with Jack this season. It’s entirely possible we go through the whole season and then Cas lobs it at Dean as a final card when he’s making his Michael decision and we actually see the scene that we didn’t get, where Cas has to watch Dean getting possessed. Except Dean is like, tearful and furious like why would you tell me that now, and anyway i’m doing this for you as well dumbass but fuck you but also how dare you anyway I need to be an archangel now and save our - your - son, bye. Cue Cas sitting there not just in total horror at what happened but also kicking himself for fucking up the moment :P I guess this way at least we can have that moment where Dean is un-Michaeled and tells Cas he’s going to shower and finger guns at him, and now we can have Cas wordlessly and furiously follow him. 

Season 14, we get Cas at Rocky’s bar confessing to Dean while figment!Pamela cheers the whole thing on. If there was EVER a time to use the power of love to snap Dean out of it, Cas upsetting his cosy routine with “this isn’t real, I’M NOT HERE IN YOUR FANTASY” is absolutely the time to pull a reverse crypt scene which has such low stakes in terms of neither of them needing to punch each other when Michael is an external aggressor.

My ONLY issue with this is that Sam has to witness the whole thing and we would get reaction shots and I am a weak mortal who will start cackling at them when I’m supposed to be having the transcendent moment of canon and the whole thing would be ruined just because of the way Jared gurns when doing reactions to dean n cas interacting. Wow thanks. Thanks a lot. 

[haikyuuscreaming]

MORNING THOUGHTS

⌦ a JUMIN HAN x READER

⌦ NOTES: MYSTIC MESSENGER FUCKERS WHERE U AT!!!! this is my first published mm fic and 2day this is just fluff (it was so hard 2 write without mentioning dick) so i hope u guys r happy!!!! please reblog i need the mysme hoes out there 2 know that i am a multifandom bitch

⌦ SYNOPSIS: Jumin Han isn’t a morning person unless you’re there.

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Jumin Han cherishes you because there’s not enough money in the world to buy you.

It’s true; no matter how hard anyone tries, even all the plastic surgeons that he could afford for someone and the 7.6 billion people on Earth, there will never be anyone who is even close to replicating you.

You are even better than money, and that’s a lot coming from Jumin Han, the man born with the silver spoon and raised in total luxury. Every part of you is something he prizes and holds dear to him. Your flaws may crack you at times, but you are held together like gold adhering the fragments of broken glass and clay. There’s a word for it, Jumin recalls. Kintsugi. A Japanese word literally translated as gold joinery. It’s when gold is used to repair broken ceramics and pottery, making a beautiful piece out of something once shattered. His family owns a few of those, but they’ve always preferred fine china that was held together and pure from the start.

Jumin recognizes how strong you are. You’ve dealt with the worse in the RFA, and you’ve been on the verge of being kidnapped so many times. There are countless things that should’ve torn you down from just being involved with him and the RFA. But you’re still there, whole and gorgeous. Jumin admires you and your strength. You are perfect to him.

He makes sure to tell you that. Every morning you wake up in his roomy, spacious penthouse, he kisses you tenderly and tells you that you’re the love of his life. Every night, before you go to bed with him, his hand brushes your face delicately and reminds you of that once more. Throughout the day, Jumin’s touch skims over yours for a brief moment, almost daring to linger, and he whispers his warm affections into your ear. He wants to spoil you. It’s what you deserve.

You are the sunshine to Jumin’s rain. Cheesily enough, he truly believes that you brighten up his life. Before you came into the picture, it was always money, ethics and selfishly enough, his own personal gain, for himself. He focused on what could be done for his father’s business. Personal relations were meaningless if it did not bring food to the table- or in Jumin’s case, pay his personal chef. He burns through money like it holds no value, and he seeks out only the most comfortable life possible for him and Elizabeth, though it gets boring at times just buying and buying everything in his sight. If he tells the truth to himself, life lacked the luster it has with you when it was just him doting on his cat. You are the splash of color to his monotonous, stone-cold demeanor.

He’s grateful for the way you stand up for him in the chatrooms, even though he knows he could handle it himself easily. No matter if it’s Zen or Seven calling him a robot, emotionless and unempathetic, you’re always there to justify him. It’s like you know him best, and it irritated him in the beginning because who could understand Jumin Han, the lone wolf who was always the inhuman person in the situation? You were so gentle and encouraging, supportive, the point-blank opposite of him-- how were you even capable of empathizing with him so well? You shouldn’t be. Jumin has built up his stone front so people can’t empathize with him, because he is rich and he is better than them (he hates to say it-- no, wait, no he doesn’t.). But you still broke through. There is light of both awe and bitterness in Jumin because of it, but it turned into love. That’s also what surprises him about you: you let him feel love. And he’s grateful you grant him such an opportunity.

He finds that even the littlest things in life, those of which he’s overlooked before meeting you, are enjoyable. Mundane tasks like brushing his teeth or making the bed are made a little more lively with you around. Jumin wouldn’t long for your cheeriness and pep, much like how you wouldn’t necessarily want his stone-cold front, but he likes it in a way. You complement each other, and for once Jumin thinks it’s refreshing. Even just your presence enables him to loosen up a little bit, and he keeps your brain from wandering in the clouds too much.There is no life Jumin couldn’t imagine without you.

So here Jumin is, at 7 AM on a Saturday morning, arms gently wrapped around your torso and his hands resting on your stomach. His touch is delicate, hands pressed onto your skin with just enough pressure to claim you as his but gentle enough to protect the baby growing inside of it. You’re making him (and Elizabeth the 3rd) pancakes, to which he would usually take care of but you insisted for some reason he could not comprehend. He doesn’t fail to notice how while one of your hands mixes the batter while the other slowly drifts to his hands.

Your hands are soft and cool, and tinier compared to his big ones. You’re so fragile yet held together and composed, and Jumin uses all of his strength to not lock you up and keep you as his forever. His chin rests on yours and his lips press against your head softly. He likes the way you smell: it’s comforting more than any other scent in the world. He even refrains from using your shampoo in the shower because he wants this scent to be yours and yours alone.

“Are you sleepy?” Your voice is warm in the lazy silence of the morning. “You should get dressed. You have work soon.”

“I’m their manager, I can be late.” Jumin hums lowly. He likes this. This is a good morning. “And I get to spend time with my lovely wife.”

“Mmm... and you get to eat pancakes with your lovely wife and cat, too.”

“And my future child.”

“Yep.”

Jumin can feel you smile, and his chin is still resting on your head as he shifts his hand on top of yours. “Your hand fits perfectly in mine.” His voice is a deep, gravelly murmur that comes from the back of his throat the way it does every morning after he wakes up, and Jumin wants nothing more than to go back to sleep with you and hold you in his arms.

He peers over your head and watches you scoop the batter into the pan. You turn around and smile at him, and it’s like Jumin doesn’t need the sun because he has you. And as you stand on the tip of your toes for a kiss while he leans down, you whisper, “I wouldn’t have this any other way.”

[neonir]

LETS TALK ABOUT THE PLANES

D&D has a bunch of planes, these are essentially a whole list of universes within the universe, while most adventures will take place on the material, many will dive into some other planes, or at the very, very least will interact with some of their inhabitants.

Gunna go over a handful of them for now

Structure: What the plane looks like, it’s general layout

Inhabitants: Who lives there, what they do.

Main threats: What your tombstone will say

Notable things: Fun facts about a neat place!

Further reading: If you want some things to look into on your own time

THE BLOOD WAR DUO FIRST:

These next two guys *hate each other*. The exaaact reason behind this can change on the setting, but essseeeentially a whole bunch of angels came down to act as vanguards against the abyss to stop demons from coming up and ruining everything. But it turns out, being in a super evil charged plane for extended periods of time, doing nothing but killing and being killed will do a number on you. Needless to say, they all kinda "fell" and are now devils, holding onto their old lawful nature, but replacing their good with evil and remain almost entirely dedicated to just killing every devil they can get their hands on

Demons meanwhile just kinda wanna ruin everything cause that's just what they like to do.

Anyways depending on the setting the blood war is either done and demons are in an even deeper pit for now, it never ended and they’re still at it to this day, or maybe it wasn’t called the blood war in that setting they just hate each other. Either way this is one of those wonderful cases where the guy you hate and the other guy you hate, both hate each other more, and constantly kick each others heads in. It’s swell.

THE NINE HELLS:

Structure: There's 9 layers of it, each one is ruled by an archdevil. Each layer has a different theme, each theme is more or less based on the guy running it. Or vice versa. Don't ask me they're matchy is the point.

Inhabitants: This is where devils live. The Devil is in the details, because of this they make deals. Lawful evil. Bad guys, but when they agree to something, they'll keep their end of the deal. By the letter of the law, not the spirit. Again, ruled by Archdevils, which are just the most powerful (politically, magically and physically typically) of the inhabitants of that layer.

Main threats: Devils are rude and super duper want your souls. Also demons keep invading. Which the devils really, really, REALLY hate. Also each layer can be anywhere from "on fire" to "Literally colder than the antarctic" so just jot that down.

Notable things: Devils like to make deals for the souls of mortals, specifically because they can claim these souls and either use them as a fun alternative to firewood, or can have them turned into handy dandy devil soldiers to fight demons for eternity.

Further reading: Archdevils are each different types of interesting and have a lot of shared lore to play with. Asmodeus is the top dog and has a lot of drama history with pretty much every archdevil in the place.

THE ABYSS:

Structure: Depends a little on the setting, but it can be anywhere from 99 layers to infinite layers, but it's essentially a big roiling pit of bad. Nothing is consistent and the only thing it exists for is to tear the rest of the cosmology apart. It's bad limbo, and limbo's already a mess.

Inhabitants: Demons live here, yes, that's different from devils. Chaotic evil. This is just a bunch of assholes. Literally looked up "How to be a dickhead" in the dictionary and then ate the book and spat on its writer because that's literally all they know how to do. They're ruled by Demon Lords, who are just kinda the biggest dicks of them all.

Main threats: This whole place is pretty much just the worst. Everything here just wants to ruin your whole deal. The only organization is enforced by big bad dude's literally beating the less big bad dudes into submission so they can order them to beat up less bad big dudes.

Notable things: Many powerful beings have carved out chunks of the abyss to call their own personal homes. These guys tend to freaking suck.

Further reading: Really you're gunna wanna investigate the river styx, it'll kinda cover a lot of useful stuff about how these guys go about stuff. More or less these guys are just bad for the sake of it.

THE AXIOMATIC ANACHRONISTIC PALS:

So these two are just kinda "Raw chaos" and "Pure order" There's actually other similar planes that share a lot in common with each of them, Archeron and Pandemonium, but they're just kinda like "What if you had these two planes...but they were kinda BAD!!!!" And we've just covered the bad versions of law and chaos so screw that nonsense tbh.

MECHANUS:

Structure: A wonderfully designed infinite series of interlocking floating continent sized gears that are in constant motion, be it fast or slow all simultaneously fitting into one grand ever turning perfect machine. This'd probably be one of the most wonderful to behold things in the setting. Shame if you kick a rock over you might be sent to infinite jail.

Inhabitants: Modrons! The lovely little goofy mechanical box/ball boys who fly around with very specific tasks (Such as counting every single living thing alive in the entire universe) or just organizing things "The right way". Each one listens to the one above it, which comes to an ultimate point with Primus, the ultimate law in the realm of absolutes.  There are also some very cool dudes called "Inevitables" which are just the shit.

Main threats: Well, Primus likes for its shit to stay the way it put it. Don't make a mess. If you are here, be here the way it allows people to be here. Otherwise you get an inevitable on your ass and these guys *do not* fuck around. They literally can't.

Notable facts: Did you know you can go to get contracts done up in primus' halls to ensure legitimacy? Did you know if you try to break one of these contracts one of types of inevitable called a marut comes over and rather politely yanks you and the person whose contract you broke back to Primus. You may then attempt to justify WHY you thought it was a good idea to break your contract, and should it not be a good enough reason, the Marut will then proceed to beat you unerringly into a fine paste.

Further reading: Look into modrons and the plane itself mostly, it can be hard to find details on the inevitables so don't stress too much about that. Primus can be interesting to investigate depending on how much history you wanna look into.

LIMBO:

Structure: Man fuck I ain't even gunna try. This place is a mess. It's literally whatever the fuck it happens to be at the time.

Inhabitants: A lot actually! Lots of folk call this place home from the very zen and chill Githzerai and their "Live and let live" jedi vibes, to the remarkably less chill Slaadi, who are big funky many coloured frog men who vary from "silly frog man" to "Sentient Hole in Reality" depending on how far up the pokemon style evolution chain they've climbed.

Main threats: Well, the whole place is more or less non euclidean mass of ever churning raw chaos. Aside from that, watch out for Slaad Lords, which themselves can vary from "Funky dude with god like powers who uses them to wander around doing whatever comes to mind" to "Lord of entropy who wants to more or less bring about the heat death of the universe"

Notable facts: With some force of will, one can actually instill some amount of order into this place, which is how the Githzerai make their homes, literally just concentrating on keeping an area of it "approximately home shaped" collectively defining the place they live as what it is.

Further reading: Honestly the slaad lords are equal parts fascinating, hilarious and on occasion a little dissapointing. The history of the slaad is neat (Primus is kinda responsible for their existence) and the plane itself has been through some stuff. The githzerai are one half of the race that once gave the mindflayers an unparalleled beating before turning their sights on each other and then bugging off in their separate ways.

NEXT TIME MAYBE: ELEMENTAL PLANES, THE ETHEREAL AND THE ASTRAL.

IF I’M LUCKY I WILL NEVER HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT THE FEYWILDS OR THE SHADOWFELL.

[reginaldqueribundus]

my top 10 fav moments from “Tails Gets Trolled”

the guy with no ears who periodically yells “WHAT?” I DON’T HAVE FUCKING EARS”

Bugs Bunny telling someone to put a coaster under their drink

Tails is inducted into a shadowy organization whose members include Batman, Hello Kitty, Ronald McDonald, Kermit the Frog, Vivian from Paper Mario TTYD, Pac-Man and Chester the Cheetah (who is referred to exclusively as “Cheeto Man” for some reason)

the author/artist thinks Vivian’s blush stickers are her eyes

Porky Pig, who is being hunted down by the Christian church for the sin of necromancy, sits in a trash can and sends a text message to his parents asking if he can move back in with them

in an oddly zen moment, the others tell Knuckles the Echidna his plan did not work and he explains his plan was to get high and he did

Ronald McDonald’s introductory scene where he opens with “what if I stabbed you right now??”, rambles for several minutes about how trolls killed his sister by forcing her to watch Twilight, then in the next panel he has 9 fingers on one hand

Big Bird’s reanimated corpse (under the control of Sylvester the Cat) picks up a man to crush him to death but both of them have such odd facial expressions it lends the scene a weirdly erotic undertone

Dixie Kong asks Shadow the Hedgehog why he’s knitting and he angrily says it’s “part of the plan” and calls her a “dumb fucking monkey”

in the middle of getting crushed to death one guy has a flashback to a meaningless scene at the grocery store. all the pop bottles are labelled “Jizz Soda” and “Dr. Dick Juice”. He throws one to his friend who keeps repeating that he has encountered some kind of invisible barrier, the bottle of soda collides with a nearby baby, suddenly the flashback changes to the zoo, he throws an ostrich egg at his friend, the invisible wall thing happens again, the entire flashback suddenly ends without meaning or explanation on an extremely detailed image of the guy contemplating existence in total darkness

[willadisastercry]

Sleep deprived Keith annoying the crap out of the other paladins before crashing

Tw: depiction of sleep deprivation, insomnia, needles.

Keith has trouble sleeping sometimes... but this is a new level for him. His teammates can’t remember the last time he looked well slept and neither can he. They also don’t remember him being this hyper or social with them, like literally ever.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Shiro so annoyed,” Lance whispered over a crouched Pidge as they peered around the corner into the control room.

Keith was hovering around Shiro as he typed away on the panel in front of him, working out the strategy for their next mission.

“Well, if you really think about it, the Galra are kind of like space Russia, they have a lot of real estate, the people are really tall, and—hey, wait why wouldn’t we infiltrate the loading dock first? That’s the most reliable route because the lions won’t be far, we can just cloak them ya know, like all stealth? and if we go in where...”

“I think his mouth is twitching, watch. There it is, it did it again!” Pidge pointed out, her eyes wide in amazement.

The older boy’s mouth was indeed twitching, the corner pulling up like he wanted to say something as well as drop someone, but he refrained from both.

“I think I would’ve punted Keith across the room by now... do you think Shiro meditates, he must meditate, ya know? He’s always so calm and reasonable, always telling us that we have to breathe and whatever, no one can possibly be that zen without—“

But before Lance could finish his analysis on Shiro’s freak ability to be so zen, the basis of his argument shattered with an explosion from their team leader.

“I can’t even hear myself think, Keith!” Shiro started, a vein very visibly pumping away on his forehead as his face took on a dark flush.

“I have been watching the same surveillance loop for five minutes now beccause I can’t focus with you rambling in my ear!”

The red paladin’s face fell, his antsy pacing halted and his hands tapping his side like he was anticipating something. He took a breath. He hadn’t realized he’d started trembling.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—fuck,” Keith said before turning away, “I’ll leave you alone.”

Lance and Pidge nearly toppled over with how aggressively they flung themselves away from where they had been perched while they eavesdropped. Mostly out of curiosity at how Shiro would handle a manic-ly energetic Keith.

They could hear Shiro cursing under his breath, then ushering an apology for being so harsh but Keith likely didn’t hear it as he hightailed it out of there. He moved so quickly he didn’t even notice the pair as they stood planted in the center of the hallway failing to feign even the slightest of nonchalance.

Shiro ducked his head out to find that Keith had already disappeared and became wildly flustered when he found the very guilty-looking pair instead.

“Uhuh,” he cleared his throat, “do you guys know what’s going on with Keith? I didn’t mean to be such a dick, but he’s like next level tweaking out and I have no idea why...”

“Uh, we’re not sure either,” Pidge replied, “but he’s been like this all morning.”

“Yeah, he made Coran snap and crack a crystal in half earlier...”

“Oooo and Allura stained her dress when he wouldn’t shut up about how human mice carry infection and probably shouldn’t be near food and then she like flung her coffee...”

“And poor Hunk was trying to entertain his ramblings about the how hard it is to attain cinnamon in space and that it should be rationed and ended up burning a whole batch of snickerdoodles...”

“He was bouncing off the walls, it was weird” Pidge resolved. “And Keith never has that much energy.”

“Yeah, he’s been rambling, that’s my thing! The kid hardly says more than five words in one sentence and now he can’t shut up,” Lance added, scratching his head.

“Okay,” Shiro looked like he was running over in his head a million possibilities of what could be wrong, “will you two go check on him for me... and let him know I didn’t mean to yell at him?”

“Of course.”

“We’ll let you know if we figure it out,” Lance promised before they started after their friend.

They checked the common room first as it was the next room on their way and found only a grumpy Hunk scraping the singed bits off of the plate of cookies in front of him.

“D’you see Keith?” Pidge asked, surveying the sight before her.

“No,” he gruffed sadly, taking a bite of one of the cookies and breaking it off with a loud snap.

“Okay, keep an eye out, we think something’s wrong...” Lance looked around, “I know where he might’ve gone but we have to grab something first, let’s go.”

They took off at an urgent trot, once again more out of curiosity than concern because this just didn’t occur. Keith is a guy of few words, so when he speaks it’s usually sarcasm, not a rapid flurry of silly questions that seem more like the goofy blue paladin than the tempered red. This was weird for him. And they just wanted to know why.

But their curiosity changed quickly into fear as soon as they entered the hallway of the training room because they could hear the intense whir of the simulator working. From down the hall.

“Shit Keith,” Lance said activating their bayards they stopped to pick up on the way.

“He’s got it on the highest setting—not even Shiro can handle that intensity solo,” Pidge noted as they raced for the door.

“This kid’s got a death wish,” Lance deadpanned as he wrenched the doors of the training room open, only to be immediately met with Keith’s strangled scream as his head snapped against the floor with a sickening crack, the sentry that threw him across the room quickly closing the distance between them.

Lance ran forward and knelt down, slowly lining up shots and taking down the new sentries as soon as they regenerated while Pidge made her way to the kill switch.

By the time she got to the lever and tugged it all the way down Keith was dangling from his twisted arm and throat, shuddering gasps the only noise he was able to make in protest.

Lance had just taken out the second sentry cornering Keith with a head shot when every robot assailant powered down at once, the one choking Keith releasing his grip on his throat first, his arm pulling at an awkward angle as he fell before it was released. The pale boy let out a shrill gush before clamping his lips together tightly and pulling his slumped form up with the help of the wall.

“What the fuck was that, mullet?!”

He refused to make eye contact with his worried friends as he went to storm out like before, but this time he moved slowly, gingerly.

“I needed a good workout... to clear my head,” was all he managed. They could tell he didn’t want to let on that he was in pain, but the way he grimaced when his arm swung as he walked as well as the obvious bump protruding from his shoulder where no bone should be told them otherwise.

“Oh, that’s a load! That was not a good workout, that was a good ass-whooping! And I’m not entirely sure there’s anything left in your head to clear after the way it smacked the—“

“You’re hurt,” Pidge blurted. “The sentry dislocated your shoulder, I’m staring at the head of your right humerus and I shouldn’t be able to do that...”

“Oh... huh,” was all the mind he seemed willing to pay to his injury, his eyes bleary and wider than usual as he continued to walk away from them, but they persisted.

“We’re taking you to get that checked out by Coran. Right now,” Lance ordered.

“I’m good,” he assured, shouldering the door with his other arm.

Lance reached the door handle first and pulled on it, keeping Keith from going anywhere and spurring a low groan when his bad shoulder was jolted.

“Lance...”

He looked so tired.

He closed his eyes and continued to lean heavily into the hulking door of the training room. Under the bright artificial lights his skin looked greyer than it usually did, every bone in his face sickly accentuated and sharpened, the staple bags underneath his eyes hanging heavier than ever.

“Keith, you’re hurt and something else is obviously wrong so NO, we’re not letting you storm off to go pout to maintain your stup—“

“Shut up—“

Keith’s vision tunneled, his eyes fixed in a clearly unfocused haze as he stared at nothing.

“What?” Lance questioned, very caught off guard by the sudden interjection.

“I s-said shut u-up,” he whispered as he sucked in a shuddering breath.

The shrillness of Lance’s chastisement made his head swim and he blinked away the haze that came with the sudden levity.

“Hey, take it easy...”

It seemed the more he tried to control the tremor in his voice the worse his entire body seemed to shake.

He was fading; he could feel it.

The exhaustion had given way to anxiety as the adrenaline dripped dry allowing him to fully feel the pain in his shoulder as it pulsed angrily.

It was like the tide was washing out, the tumultuous waves of the storm that settled itself in his chest receding just before the next wave surged, and then he could feel everything he’d been ignoring.

Every individual bone seemed to ache with weariness and the pressure behind his tired eyes was so immense that it made him unsteady.

“Woah, what’s going on man?”

The floor suddenly seemed to shift beneath him, like he was walking on one of those moving conveyer belts in the airport that made your feet feel weird once you were back on solid ground.

“I think you should sit down,” Pidge urged, tugging worriedly at the hem of his shirt.

As much as his pride wanted him to protest he couldn’t seem to muster enough energy to even disagree let alone have a shred of cofidence that he could possibly get himself back to his room on his own.

They seemed to understand by his silence that he wouldn’t push away their help now and then he could feel firm hands on his good shoulder and back, guiding his trembling frame down to the floor where he came to rest his head on the knee that wasn’t bouncing.

“Where you at, mullet?”

The tinier hand had never left the middle of his back and rubbed soothing circles on the tense muscles beneath it.

“Can you tell us what you feel like right now?” Pidge asked before moving a hand to steady his restless leg.

He took a strained breath.

“D-dizzy... c-cold maybe, I-I don’t know why I can’t stop s-shaking.”

“That’s okay, don’t worry about that.”

“Here, this’ll help,” Lance added as he draped his jacket over Keith’s back, careful to not have it touch his injury.

“How’s your shoulder? Is anything else hurting?”

Keith thought about it for a solid minute, finding it sort of difficult to organize his thoughts and give Pidge an answer.

“Hurts a lot. S-so does my head... I have a headache—maybe... maybe a migraine I d-don’t know.”

“Is that what was bothering you before? The lights are pretty bright in here so that’s probably not helping... why don’t we start heading to the infirmary, before it gets worse?”

He nodded slowly against his knee and lifted his head up, his eyes still pressed together tightly. He pried one open to test his head but the swirling nausea and general agony that followed was answer enough.

“You don’t have to keep them open if it hurts.”

He hummed in acknowledgment and steeled himself as they took up his good arm and pulled him to his feet then waited for him to give the go ahead before making their way.

It was almost worse when his eyes were closed. The pounding in his head had only increased while they guided him, each step rattling his brain around so painfully that it almost distracted him from the instense heat in his shoulder.

He didn’t know why his head hurt so bad and why it was making his eyes so sensitive. He knew he’d hid it, but not hard enough to warrant this. He was also really tired, practically jumping out of his skin every few moments when he let his head tip forward slightly as if to nod off, which was entirely strange and alarming seeing as he was so drowsy he almost fell asleep while still walking.

He hadn’t noticed when they made it to the infirmary, only realizing when he was being pushed to sit down on something and a light was being shone across his now opened eyes.

“No! Oh-ouch,” he inhaled sharply when the light retreated and he was left seeing a blurred strip of bright white across his field of vision.

“I apologize, my boy, it had to be done. No concussion though! We have dimmed the lights for your comfort, the aversion is most peculiar given your injuries... “

He proded Keith’s shoulder blade and the inflamed area around it, earning a hiss when he tested the dexterity of the limb.

“The scanner detects significant ligament damage that will need to be corrected in a pod after I er... set the joint in its proper place. It will hurt for only a tick and I have several nerve blockers and muscle relaxers I can inject in the area to make the process less painful. Does that sound manageable to—“

But Coran didn’t get to hear Keith’s answer, the way his face greened and he clamped a hand over mouth was telling enough. He bit back a sob as he lurched forward, not enough time or notice for anyone to prepare before Keith was dry heaving, but they didn’t really need to worry because nothing but saliva came up.

“Were you at all ill before this today? This is the first time you’ve been sick to your stomach... when was the last time you ate?”

Silence only followed for a dobash before all three launched into different themes of admonition, but they all had the same anger to them. He knew they meant well, that they were just worried, but the bite to their words made his eyes sting like hell and he was seriously worried he wouldn’t be able to keep the tears at bay before Shiro was there telling them to be quiet.

He turned his head away and tried to breathe normally, but his chest was working up and his head throbbed pitifully and the movement made the burning in his shoulder deepen to where he had to hold his breath to keep from aggravating it. But Shiro’s warm, human hand was pulling his face towards his own, his eyes taking in Keith’s form and coming to several conclusions at once, the tension everywhere, the darkness under his eyes, the tightness in his jaw, the way his hands shook entwined about themselves...

“Keith,” his voice was so low and warm, he felt his chest pang at the gentleness in it. He closed his eyes, he knew what was coming next and he was both relieved and terrified for it.

“When was the last time you got a solid night’s sleep?”

He waited, even though they both already knew the answer and then it was when his hand moved to cup the top of his head that he finally broke. He didn’t need to speak for Shiro to know the answer.

Too long. It had been entirely too long since Keith could remember going to bed and waking up refreshed, each night only more frustrating than the last as he laid his head on his pillow and closed his eyes, knowing full well it wouldn’t work. Nothing did.

This week had been too much though. Running on empty on far too many missions followed by a dozen insomnia-induced late night training sessions trying to tire himself out in order to snag only a few hours of rest.

He’d just kept excerting himself and not ever properly recharging, but not on purpose, he physically couldn’t.

That part wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t help that, but he could let people know he was struggling and he had purposefully not alerted Shiro.

“Shit, Keith,” Shiro murmured with Keith’s forehead on his chest as he held back the sound of his crying, “you have to tell me when it gets bad like this! It’s not safe for you to be fighting and training when you’re not properly rested, you know that...”

Coran resumed analyzing his shoulder.

“And now you’re hurt because I snapped at you—Keith, I’m so sorry, I should’ve realized...”

“D-dont,” he managed through stiff breaths as Coran worked his bad arm gently out of his shirt, “s’not your fault, never is.”

Shiro set his jaw and eyed Coran who looked at him sadly and nodded.

“This conversation is far from over, but we have to get that shoulder fixed right now.”

Coran asked Pidge to gather some supplies and Lance to help him brace Keith.

“You’ll feel a small pinch in your arm now.”

He did. The area felt cold with the liquid that was now under his skin and Coran rubbed it for a minute before moving near his collarbone.

“This one might burn, but you’ll find it entirely numb in a dobash.”

This one was quicker, less to inject, longer to rub in so it spread. It burned and itched, earning a groan before he felt less of Coran’s fingers and more of just pressure.

“Oh, that’s... better.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

He felt someone kneeling behind him holding just below his shoulder and around his chest. Someone else was in front of him holding his arm up with their hand on his other shoulder, Shiro’s hands on his shaking one.

“Now I trust you’re familiar with what is about to happen, do you want me to explain what I am doing or—“

“Don’t explain, just—“

The pain that exploded with the hollow pop that followed was even grosser than the sound itself. Keith’s vision whited for a second and he was immediately ashen and panting as his body worked through the shock of the correction, his ears rang and so he wasn’t sure if he had screamed or not but with the way his throat ached he’d assumed he had.

Exhaustion weighed on him like a sopping wet blanket, making it difficult to keep his head up let alone his entire upper body. He wasn’t sure how long he had been leaned against Shiro’s chest once he started coming back to himself and realized he was the only thing keeping him upright.

Something was compressing his shoulder, pulling in places he didn’t quite like as it was wrapped tightly around the still damaged joint, making its way around his chest and back several times. Shiro held him away for a moment while something fell around his neck that held his arm against his chest and had an attachment to secure it to his side.

He tried to open his eyes and see what was going on but they were so very heavy and he was in awe of how he wasn’t entirely asleep by now, almost thankful for the steady ache behind his eyes as it was forcing him to keep them closed.

“You still there, Keith?”

He hummed into Shiro’s shirt in response.

“Hey, so we’re going to forgo the pod to repair all the torn ligaments for a little while. Coran thinks it’s best that you catch up on your sleep without the being frozen part... we’ll see how you’re feeling tomorrow, does that sound alright to you?”

It sounded superb to him. Truly.

He wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline crash or the general daze from sleep deprivation, but he was entirely checked out. Sufficiently out of it to care much about anything other than Coran’s lovely altean painkillers and the comfy pillow his head was now resting on.

Once he was laid down he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness almost immediately, the last thing he knew before he was consumed in bliss was the blanket that was being pulled up to his chest and Shiro calming words.

“Rest, buddy.”

And he finally did because now he actually could.

He wasn’t sure if it was the level of exhaustion he’d brought himself to or the threat of pain when he awoke, but whatever it was keeping him asleep he was grateful for it. Coran never even had to administer a sedative to keep him down during the night, just pain killers so he wouldn’t be woken up by his shoulder.

He slept for a day and a half after that, everyone taking turns watching over him while he slept so Shiro didn’t bring upon himself a similar fate.

The next time he was conscious coming deep into the next night, nearly early morning. Shiro stirred in the chair he was posted up in when Keith groaned and tried to turn over but cried out instead.

“Crap, what—hey... you’re okay,” Shiro soothed as he held Keith’s searching hand away from the thick layer of bandages covering his shoulder.

“It hurts, Shiro! It h-hurts!”

“I know, Keith, I know it hurts.”

Shiro sounded sad, Keith didn’t want to make him sad.

“I’m sorry...”

“You don’t need to be sorry for anything, bud.”

“I was stupid, I shoulda t-told you—just didn’t want you to worry.”

“I’m always going to worry about you, Keith. All of us are going to worry until you stop giving us reasons to,” he laughed weakly as he ran his hand through Keith’s hair while his breathing returned to normal.

“And until then, we’ll be here to make sure you don’t get pulverized by the training simulators and aren’t walking around delirious from not having slept in a week, okay?”

“Aha, yeah... okay.”

He tried to doze off again, but the steady pulse of pain in his shoulder seemed to prevent it. After an hour of trying, Shiro called Coran in who agreed it was also time to go into a pod.

“You will feel as good as new in no time, number four.”

Keith nodded absently as he rested his head back against the cushion in the cryopod before its doors closed with a whoosh and then cold surrounded him, lulling him off into another much needed sleep.

[diningwiththeasquiths]

Kylux Yoga AU

Workaholic Hux is told by his doctor that yoga can help him with his problems. (He has sleepless nights, high blood pressure, is emotionally exhausted and feels like crying every single day.) Hux reluctantly signs up for lessons in his area. Only one yoga studio is open late at night, which is when Hux is finally off work; Night Buzzard Yoga.

Yoga teacher Kylo has never seen anyone so tense before in his entire life. This cute redhead looks ready to literally snap!

Meanwhile Hux is having a lot of difficulties with all the beginner poses and their stupid names. But the muscular teacher is not bad to look at, even if he's wearing his dark hair up in a man bun. He's very easy on the eyes in those tight, highwaisted leggings and crop top with some inspirational bullshit written on it ("Do, or do not. There is no try.").

When Kylo hears the reason why Hux signed up, he is quick to offer private extra lessons. Hux doesn't need to know he usually doesn't give those. What he does tell Hux is the story about why he initially started practising yoga; to help deal with his PTSD-related anger issues.

"Somebody's gonna get dicked down for sure," Phasma says when she hears about Hux's private appointment.

He tells her she's insane and that nothing unprofessional is going on. But after their conversation he can't help but fantasise about it... Grabbing hold of Kylo's powerful legs, bending him in half and fucking him right there on the yoga mat...

During their first private lesson, Kylo teaches Hux different kinds of breathing techniques to help him relax. He keeps placing his big, warm hands on Hux's midriff throughout the exercises. His deep voice slowly counts the seconds out loud.

When the lesson is concluded Hux feels more calm than he has felt in a long time. Even though he's half hard in his brand new yoga leggings.

It takes four more private lessons—and increasingly bold touches—for them to finally act on their desires. Kylo happily lets Hux fold him into any position he likes. He loves showing off how flexible he is while Hux fucks him. It's the hottest thing Hux has ever done.

Turns out sex is also a highly effective stress reliever.

Having a zen boyfriend, who patiently reminds you to slow down, helps a lot as well.

And if that means Hux has to put up with that ridiculous man bun, then so be it. It's a sacrifice he is very willing to make.

[haircoveredwriter]

Okay before anyone asks, yes I've seen the summaries of the 6 extra eps. Yes I'm excited about them, and hell yes I'm still zen and think Caryl is coming.

Let me regail you with an unsolicited word vomit about how I see things panning out. Feel free to scroll past this now if you don't wanna know or don't care. No hard feelings.

(Putting it underneath a break since it got longer than I meant it to be. And I can't figure it out of the app so here's my makeshift one)

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We good? Good.

So Kang really has put together the same formula we've been getting with Caryl for God know how long, except this time it looks like they are actually gonna hash some of their shit out. No more dancing around it or doing the Gimps special of just forget about it and it'll blow over with sunshine and rainbows. Actual talking. (Let's pick our jaws off the floor and continue.)

'Home Sweet Home' has them in their usual awkward place of not being able to deal with anything because they're dealing with Neg@n/M@ggie/Elijah (magic ninja)/the kids/did we just fucking destroy the whisperers??/does anyone have any snacks stuff??...the usual and instead of letting them heal they have become the group's caretakers. It's just a bunch of whoopie 😶 although we've seen clips where Daryl is already up to defend Carol's choices regardless of how mentally and physically exhausted he is. True love at its finest. Plus we know they talk a bit on some level and it leads us to them going off together in 'Find Me'.

Caryl. Alone. In a tiny cabin. Daryl opening up and talking about his past. Yes please. (I'll give y'all a min to laugh at Caryl having a cabin episode 😏😏)

Now the way it's worded sounds to me like Daryl has callbacks/flashbacks to a variety of things; 1- his childhood and dick bag daddy 2- his time locked in the cell at The Sanctuary which plays into Neg@n and can also link to things from the first one, and 3- how he had to just get away after R!ck "died" and Carol was in Kingdom land since it was too painful to be home. The last one I see him relating feelings more towards Carol, fearing she's gonna run since it's all over, deciding to open up about his other stuff in hopes he can delay what he sees as inevitably heart wrenching and soul destroying. Why is this important besides making him have sad puppy eyes? Because Carol learns some truths she didn't before (mostly about the whole Neg@n situation) and in true broken ZA queen style we've come to expect, she puts this issue and the self imposed guilt on her shoulders to fix they into way she thinks she can, what Daryl deserves to be distant from her and Carol is the one who decides in 'Diverged' that it's a super cool, fun idea they go different ways for reasons I can't pinpoint yet. She wants to go het something before going home....he should make sure everyone is okay while she looks for berries...she's gonna go find throw a couple rocks at the collapsed cave since she can't pour one out for Con©on...take your pick.

Any way you slice it, it leads to Caryl trying to function separately and failing like a couple of fleshing birds flipping out of the nest to waddle across the grounds, landing face first every 3 steps. Tptb ain't even trying anymore with that 'will this break Caryl forever and they'll despise the other for eternity?" Yeah, cus we all go on potentially one way road trips with a person we can't stand to be around. Come on guys. Put SOME kind of effort in.

Yes there is gonna be angst but I see it resolved by the end of the ep and Caryl fixing whatever never there crack the writer's pretended was there.

By 'Here's Negan' we have Carol "taking Neg@n on a journey to diffuse issues at home". I don't for a second see this as her leaving with him, her choosing to spend time with him, or them bonding over anything except for Carol laying down the law of how things are gonna be going forward if he gets to sticky around. If not then he has the choice to hit the road make his own way again. I hope she brings up some kind of hint as to how pissed she is about what she learned from Daryl and he's lucky she didn't know about it beforehand or he'd be walked bait by now. Give me some take no shit Carol all day y'all but Neh@n is gonna have his use in reliving his past life (Lucille) and give Carol a pep talk on not letting great things right in front her nose slip through her fingers before it's too late. He's gonna push her the same.way he made the girlfriend comments to Daryl until the light bulb goes off and her penny drops in the bucket, making her see what IDIOTS she and Daryl are being.

Basically, the ship is still sailing. Kang is aimed straight at canon Caryl and she's never waivered in her destination so we good fam. Settle in for the angsty goodness because it's gonna lead to the biggest release we've been waiting 10 damn years for. Get your popcorn and tea ready.

Caryl on.

[dekatsu]

A part 3 to Katsuki’s nightmare. Click for Part 1 and Part 2

After that weird outburst of laughter, Todoroki starts avoiding him. Katsuki can't even blame the guy, considering how out of character that was for him. The most likely culprit for it would be that mysterious lover of his. Katsuki blames giddiness over moving in together or some shit.

He doesn’t want anything to do with that so he ignores it like he does everything else he can’t be bothered with, Todoroki keeps shying away from him, and Kuri is happily purring on his chest from time to time.

It all comes crashing down on him when Midoriya accosts him on a Friday evening while he’s making his way back home. The guy just so happened to see him and decided to stick around, apparently.

And he keeps making small talk as if Katsuki is interested in his opinion of the weather or whether he’s eaten or not. He talks and talks, without any input from Katsuki.

“Shut up,” Katsuki finally speaks up, not able to hold out any longer. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Oh, thank god,” Midoriya says, apparently sheepish now, when he was talking a mile a minute just two seconds ago. “I was afraid you were ignoring me.”

“It’s exactly what I was doing,” Katsuki grits out but starts walking again. “Stop following me. What are you, a stalker?”

“Actually,” Midoriya starts and falls silent just as suddenly. Katsuki can feel a headache coming. Anything the ass does only fuels Katsuki’s bad opinion of him.

“Spit it out. You had no problem talking my ear off ‘till just now, didn’t you?”

“Right,” Midoriya mutters, hurrying to fall into step with him. Katsuki notes with satisfaction that he’s got a few inches on Midoriya. It’s not like the man is small, it’s just that Katsuki and Todoroki are on the rather tall end of the spectrum. He’s grown quite a bit since high school.

He hates how Todoroki is just a smidgen taller than him but that’s easy to ignore, when Todoroki looks like a damn bean sprout and Katsuki prides himself in a healthy workout routine.

“I was wondering if Shouto talked to you yet…” Midoriya finally spills and Katsuki immediately regrets asking.

“No,” he says.

“Right, I thought so-”

“That’s not what I fucking meant.” Katsuki turns on him which causes Midoriya to fall back a step. Looking down on him, Katsuki declares, “I ain’t moving in with some asshole who can’t be bothered to name his damn cat.”

“Wha?” Midoriya splutters, flushing. Then, before Katsuki can truly go off on him, Midoriya holds up a hand and manages to gain space without pushing him away. “No!”

“No, what?” Katsuki asks, annoyed that he fell back that one step. “No, you aren’t a horrible asshole or no you didn’t leave Kuri with the most irresponsible human plant ever?”

“I named her. I just wasn’t around to call her by her name! I found her on the night before my business trip and had no choice but to leave her with Shouto since we were out having dinner together. And then Shouto told me you named her, too!”

“The fuck?” Katsuki asks, frowning. He’s starting to get a better picture of the situation but it doesn’t make him any happier.

“She was abandoned and it was raining. I was a little drunk, I must admit, but I couldn’t leave her alone and my apartment doesn’t allow pets, not to mention that I had a business trip overseas the next day. Shouto agreed to look after her ‘cause I couldn't make other arrangements on such short notice.” After vomiting all that out, Midoriya takes a deep breath and narrows his eyes back at Katsuki. “I appreciate all you did for Ki- Kuri, I do. But you can’t ju-”

“What did you name her?” Katsuki interrupts him.

“What?” Midoriya asks, bewildered.

“You said you named her. What?”

“I want you to know, I named her first,” Midoriya says and deflates with it. “I named her the day after I found her and Shouto knew, actually. I texted him.”

Of course his damn roommate knew. He probably forgot ‘cause he never bothered to interact with Kuri past the feeding and cleaning of the litter box. And apparently a visit to the vet.

“Just spill already.”

“Kiri.”

“Kiri?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure it’s not Kuri.”

“I named her first,” Midoriya insists and starts walking again. “Kiri because she’s gray and the first thing that came to mind was fog.”

Katsuki snorts, but follows anyway. “Kuri is better. And she reacts to it.” It’s his win. Also Kiri reminds him too much of Kirishima. He can’t associate it with Kuri. It might also be another reason why Todoroki didn’t bother to call her that.

“You won’t know if she will react to Kiri or not, until you try calling her that.”

“Hah. We can try right now and see you fail miserably.”

“I saved her. She will react to anything I call her.”

Katsuki snorts and finally overtakes Midoriya, to lead the way to his apartment. “She saw you for all of a night. I looked after her for close to three months. The only one she will play favourites with is me.” Which is true, since Kuri still hates Todoroki.

Feeling his imminent victory, Katsuki doesn’t even bother getting angry about Midoriya’s obvious bait. The loser was aiming to end up at his apartment from the beginning but Katsuki could care less. Once he proves his point, he will pawn Midoriya off to Todoroki.

He’s grinning for the rest of their short trip and once he unlocks the door and bends to take his shoes off, he can hear the cautious steps coming towards them. His grin only grows wilder when, after making sure that it’s not Todoroki at the door, Kuri comes to greet him with a very soft mewl and an obvious invitation for scratches.

So, Katsuki reaches out to give her these scratches as a reward for the sweet victory she will give him. “Hey there, Kuri.”

When he turns around to boast about it, he stops short at the soft look in Midoriya’s eyes and the small smile on his face. “She looks healthy and happy,” he observes.

Katsuki feels an itch at the back of his neck, his grin falling off his face. He leaves Kuri at the door to stare at Midoriya as he stomps to his room and discards his bag on the ground. “Of course, she is. Who the fuck is looking after her, Todoroki?” Katsuki mutters, changing into comfortable clothes before he goes to wash his hands.

He’s not good with shit like that, alright.

When he’s done settling in, he realizes that Midoriya and Kuri are still staring at each other in the hallway. “Move your ass in and close the door,” Katsuki tells him, annoyed at the whole situation. Someone just had to ruin the mood.

“Right, sorry,” Midoriya whispers, trying not to spook the cat but there is nothing to spook.

“Kuri,” Katsuki calls out, finally feeling a sense of satisfaction again when her right ear twitches before she turns and follows him into the living room. He can feel Midoriya’s eyes on them as they leave him standing there.

By the time Midoriya joins them in the living room, Katsuki has settled in with Kuri curled up on his lap. “Go on. Try and fail,” he goads, leaning back and stretching his arms out.

Midoriya only spares him a glare before he sighs and crouches down, leaning on the balls of his feet in front of Katsuki, to be at eye level with her. “Hello there,” he starts but doesn’t get a response.

Katsuki doesn’t bother holding back a grin. That’s a good girl for ya.

“Remember me?” Midoriya tries, leaning farther forward and slowly reaching a hand out. “Hey,” he whispers before he says, softly, “Kiri.”

Kuri looks up at that just as the front door slams shut, spooking Kuri who then jumps up and off Katsuki’s lap to step on Midoriya’s head and fall gracefully onto the ground before disappearing. Midoriya loses balance and falls forward into Katsuki’s lap before Katsuki can stop him and Todoroki appears at the entrance to the living room just as Katsuki manages to get a hold of Midoriya’s shoulders.

Todoroki stares at them. Midoriya manages to lift his face out of Katsuki’s lap and Katsuki marvels at the expression of distaste on Todoroki’s face. At the end of this shitshow, he will at least remember that there are things that Todoroki dislikes other than his father.

“Yo,” he calls out because he can’t be bothered to save this train wreck. He’s zen like that. This is the universe telling him he can’t win it all. Life’s gotta be fair and hand him shit like this every now and then. 

“Shouto,” Midoriya greets in a strangled voice.

Todoroki falls back into his plant routine and wipes the expression off his face. “Midoriya,” he greets back before his eyes meet Katsuki’s. “I didn’t mean to disturb.” And then he takes off down the hallway to his room.

“Shouto, wait!” Midoriya calls out, a hand on Katsuki’s thigh to push himself up. Only his damn hand slips and Midoriya falls, sliding his hand right down and crushing it into Katsuki’s crotch.

Katsuki flinches so hard he sees black for a second before the pain really sets in and he rolls down the couch, hand protecting his crotch from anymore assault. He thinks Midoriya screams or maybe that’s him but the pain is too deafening to make sure. He feels like a raw nerve suddenly exposed and assaulted.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I was trying to get up. Are you alright? Need me to call an ambulance?” Midoriya mutters with fluttering hands, taking a step closer and then back again. Katsuki would laugh at his stupid dance but the pain is real. He fucking hurts so bad he wants to blow Midoriya up to show him just how fucking bad.

Again he laments the fact that he can’t magically blow shit up.

His own private hell only gets worse when Todoroki comes back into the living room and frowns at them. He stares at Katsuki before looking at Midoriya who is still apologizing and Katsuki just knows that whatever the fuck Todoroki’s about to say will make his brain hurt but the real pain in his dick stops him from stopping Todoroki.

“Did you bite it?” Todoroki asks Midoriya.

Katsuki screams.

part 4