#HE USES HUMOR TO COPE HES BEING SILLY TO COPE

[akuma-ren]

Found out about the scars behind rafayel's ears and I feel sick to my stomach

[nicenight]

if having a fat clit is misogynistic then i'm so so sorry for the damage it has caused to the feminist movement 😞

cis women should take a lil testosterone and grow that Thang out too. don't be afraid to evolve.

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How to write a character’s dialogue where they make jokes a lot but have suicidal thoughts?

Philosophers such as Plato and Aristotle have been trying to explain humor since ancient times. Recent scholars have proposed several theories explaining the underlying mechanisms of humor:

Release Theory of Humor - the theory that people laugh out of a need to release pent-up psychic energy. In Sigmund Freud’s version of this theory, humor permits the expression of normally taboo impulses, and the energy it releases is that normally used in keeping such impulses out of consciousness.

Relief Theory - focuses primarily on the motivational mechanisms of interpersonal needs, positing that humor provides relief of tension. The authors describe this as akin to a hydraulic engine, with laughter serving the function of a steam pipe pressure valve. In this way, pent-up pressure is relieved through laughter. More specifically, the muscular and respiratory processes involved in laugher serve the important role of releasing pent-up nervous energy (Martin & Ford, 2018).

Incongruity Theory - believed to be the most influential humor theory, with some proposing that “incongruity is at the core of all humor” (Zhan, 2012, p. 95). This theory is intuitive, as a joke with an expected or obvious punchline is simply not funny. Instead, laughter occurs in response to unexpected punchlines or those that go against usual patterns (Wilkins & Eisenbraun, 2009).

The "Sad Clown" Trope - This character trope is the wisecracking funnyman who copes with his hopeless position with humor — usually of the groan-inducing kind.

He is totally insecure at heart and keeps on running his mouth to fool himself into thinking he's confident or to get people to like him.

In the most tragic cases though, people do actually find them genuinely charming and likeable because of their humor and like being around them.

This is usually of little comfort to the Sad Clowns, whose insecurities cause them to fear that people only really like the "Clown" part of them, and so they do their damnedest to always be the "Clown" in public, but bury and suppress the "Sad" side of them as deeply as possible, because they are afraid that people would like them less if they were to find out about it.

Often put in more serious series to add some comic relief, while at the same time secretly revealing to the audience that the character is a simmering pot of hidden insecurities and angst, just like everyone else in the cast.

Very commonly tragic Truth in Television, as it's actually very common for people afflicted with mental illnesses (especially Bipolar Disorder, anxiety, depression, schizophrenia, Personality Disorders, and Obsessive-Compulsive Disorders for example) to actually have a great sense of humor.

It sounds contradictory, but mental illness isn't all sadness and darkness. One thing that is common to many people with mental illnesses is severe self-doubt about their value as a person.

Cracking jokes and making people laugh can help temporarily ease some of those feelings. Not to mention that humor is a very effective coping mechanism.

Examples: "Sad Clown" Trope

East of Eden offers this exchange about the stereotype of the Irish. Lee: "But the Irish are said to be a happy people, full of jokes." Samuel Hamilton: "There's y our pidgin and your queue. They are not. They are a dark people with a gift for suffering way past their deserving. It's said that without whisky to soak and soften the world, they'd kill themselves. But they tell jokes because it's expected of them."

Hector from Coco seems like a carefree, charming con-artist who just wants to go to the Land of the Living like everyone else on the holiday. Then it's revealed that he is a deeply tragic character who has been unjustly hated and separated from his family for decades, and all that energetic silliness was a front to cover up a lot of sadness and shame.

Homer Simpson is a pretty good example of this trope. Though he's usually fairly exuberant, he's attempted suicide at least three times in the series, and during the early seasons, was often shown to be insecure about the way he looks, not to mention the stress related to his job. In the modern episodes, Homer's childhood was revealed with his parents constantly fighting and his father taking out his frustration on him, bringing about Homer's constant eating habits.

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Considering some theories on humour, like those mentioned above, and studying the dialogue of characters that exhibit the "sad clown" trope (and other similar ones) might be used as inspiration for your character. You can read more examples here that I wasn't able to include in this post. Hope this helps with your writing!

[pansy-picnics]

can ask that you spill everything about your Splatoon OCs? 😺

ABSOLUTELY i did not expect anyone to ask to be honest….goodness where do i even begin. Let’s see. I’ll start with my main little doomed love triangle thing i suppose

Cecilia Paek, she/her, 24 yrs old, aka: cece, celia, eight, whore, freak, slut, etc. My agent 8. born in the domes under the name Paek Seo-Mi, but renamed herself to cece post-memory loss. A freak both in the not-safe-for-work sense and just. In general. She says the most unhinged shit in such a passive formal manner. Marina has to consistently tell her she’s not allowed to eat the jelletons. She bites. A lot.

aside from being a freak cece is curious and observant, but incredibly blunt and fierce. In the past Seo-Mi was a much quieter and more repressed person, but hearing the Inkantation awakened a flame within her, so to speak. Cece is incredibly vocal about her thoughts and feelings, and she does not like to be pushed around. although shes always been a very nostalgic person, shes been trying to look forward more often than not. (she was on team future!)

cece has a very mature, almost sisterly presence, and is especially close with neo 3 (ikra) and her pseudo sister agent 4 (yottsu). she also has a daughter of her own, yumi! ikra and yottsu are my friends ocs so i cant say too much about them but ikra is like, basically her and kyle’s adopted kid

Kyle Lastname, (Actual surname to be determined Eventually) he/him, 25 yrs, aka three, cap, kyle, ceces silly rabbit /j. he’s my captain 3. has a stupid ass name bc he’s a stupid ass guy. Basically started as a joke oc but i put him through the Horrors. he’s the malewife of all time.

Grew up the only hearing person in a deaf/hard of hearing household so he’s fluent in sign language. He joined squidbeak when he was like 16 mostly bc he was a MASSIVE FUCKING LOSER with a huge ego who wanted the attention. Now he has Trauma and hates his teen self more than anything. (The egotistical little white kid phase is like, a rite of passage in his family. His little sister is still in that phase.) Now that he’s mellowed out hes just a sopping wet cat. Dating cece and is obsessed with her + will do literally whatever she wants.

Hes a lot more talkative than canon 3, hes the kind of guy who copes with humor all the time. he tries to be cool and mysterious but hes really awkward and gets flustered or worked up super easily. He’s overall a pretty boring guy and thats his charm. She’s barbie and he’s just ken. etc etc.

Hes SO dad coded btw. He and cece have a daughter together, Yumi. Since he was young he spent a lot of time looking after his little sister and he’s basically adopted his protege, neo3 (ikra). he makes me think of RTGame for reasons i could not describe to you, it’s just the energy somehow. He’s my babygirl. My little meow meow if you will (Cece voice)

Victoria Mendoza, she/her, 25 yrs, aka Tori. SHE is the fucked up one. Literally doomed by the narrative. Eye love her.

She comes from a long line of elite soldiers and was a child prodigy, but also the Problem Child. Got expelled from multiple schools for beating up other kids. from a young age she’s been incredibly critical of the octarian society and she was basically your average teen rebel. into alt music/fashion, incredibly vocal about her distaste for the system, fairly closed off with a cold exterior. the only person she truly cared for was Seo-Mi (Cece).

Seo-Mi was quiet and sweet and generally pretty average academically, so she didn’t have nearly as much pressure on her to succeed compared to Tori. the two were childhood friends and teenage lovers. The only ones who truly matched each others freak if you will. When they were little girls they used to dream of escaping to the surface together. this changed when they were about sixteen years old.

the most important thing to know about tori is that she is a pessimist and at her core a Coward. She’s all bark and no bite. She’ll scream her hatred of authority from the rooftops but immediately crumble at the sight of her leader. and as she got older and officially entered her career, she lost hope. she determined the surface wouldn’t have anything more for her than the domes did. she became complacent, while Seo-Mi, who had previously been more neutral, had heard the inkantation and only become more determined to leave the domes.

The two desperately tried to change each other’s minds but they were far too stubborn. both of them were crushed by the supposed “betrayal” of their beloved. Inevitably Seo-Mi left for the surface, eventually being taken in to Kamabo Co. while tori stayed behind to rot.

Since Seo-Mi left, tori became more bitter than ever before. she turns her focus to her career, and her family, but she never truly moves on from the loss. Unfortunately, Cece did. Cece met someone else, she’s started a family, she has a completely new name. she’s essentially a new person. and Tori is still the same.

Canonically i don’t think they would ever meet again and actually recognize each other, but i like to play with the idea sometimes bc if they did they would Hate each other. Tori is completely incapable of accepting that her Seo-Mi has moved on. She is clinging on to a version of someone that doesn’t exist anymore. tori is a deeply self destructive person and will never move on in any sense of the word. Sad!

Also this is Yumi. Age varies but shes like. Very young toddler as of the current timeline. She’s cece and kyle’s favorite surprise (Accident). They’re both freaks and shes the consequences of their actions. She and smollusk have playdates together. She’s obsessed with off the hook but doesn’t realize that her weird lesbian aunts pearl and marina are the same people. She’s baby

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Sojourn In The Sun

Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader; Arranged Marriage; Childhood Friendship To Complicated Feelings™️; Fluff; Angst; Canon-Compliant; Contains Manga Spoiler; Satoru & Reader Are So Cute, So Honest And So Kind-Of-Happy With Each Other Here– I Love Them!; Silly Jokes Are Their [& My] Coping Mechanism; Takes Place Between JJK 221 & 236.

Oneshot From Series: One Day, Three Autumns

"You. Baked. This. For. Me."

"No, Satoru. A stork flew in through ths kitchen window and dropped this bloody cake on that table."

"But don't they deliver babies or something? Plus, isn't that window a tad too tiny for such a big bird?"

"I guess, the stork must've dropped you on your head while delivering you to your parents, you know?"

A beat passes in response to your remark, before Satoru erupts into a fit of chortles and you shake your head with a huffed chuckle. Getting up from where you were hunched over the countertop, nibbling on an omelette and scrolling through your mobile, Satoru watches your face gleam in fondness in the late morning light, as you amble over to him.

Very messy hair. Ratty old clothes. Sleepy yet shiny eyes— His cheeks hurt from the sheer joy bubbling in his chest at this sight before him.

"Seriously, sweetness? Storks?" he asks, lifting his arm then dropping it to wrap round your shoulders as you reach him and snuggle into his side – only to catch hold of the hem of his huge sweater, and squeeze yourself into it, your tiny fingers clasping round his back as your head emerges at the top and you move to nuzzle into his neck, teeth biting cute little nips on the skin there.

If it was even two months back, Satoru reckons he would have been a hell lot stunned, seeing you give your affections so blatantly– that too at a place outside your shared bed, outside the darkness of the night.

But... It no longer is two months back. It is now. Not only in day, date, time. But also in the irreversibly mutated fashion the earth rotates on its axis everyday in the man's eyes. New experiences. New allies. New absences. New nightmares...— Everything's different from how it was before that chilly October night— Your husband deems it to be not an awful lot strange to see you too like this. The world is not the same as before; to survive, you too must change to adapt to the change, must you not?

Lips brushing your forehead once before dashing away, he asks in a soft yet humorous tone, "Too tired to give a reply, are we now, huh?"

"Not really," you hum, your words punctuated by a yawn you're quick to suppress; you resume, "I know only two birds which are said to be used in sending parcels and stuff. One, messenger pigeon– but they are too small to carry a cake like that. Two, stork– stories do say they were used to deliver babies – so I thought delivering a cake would be a piece of cake for them, heh!" You shoot him a grin, eyes crinkling at the corners into lovely half-moons, "Pretty funny and punny, ain't I?"

"Of course, sweetness. You are all three," Satoru is quick to agree with a nod— happy wife = happy life; plus, it's not like he's lying to you— A shadow of confusion falls on your face— Deciding to deal with it later, for the sake of the question weighing on his mind at the moment, the man repeats his ask from earlier, "You really really baked this for me?"

You return a nod, hints of a smile lurking in the shape of your lips.

"But why?"

Whatever happiness might've beginning to bloom on your features, it withers away– Your husband smacks himself internally for employing such a tone: So weak, so much so that it makes you peer up at him in concern he has only ever seen on you after a particularly bad mission.

So weak, so that it makes him hope you don't think him to be any less than 'The Strongest'— any less than being capable of standing beside you, protecting you, being worthy of you.

A pair of chapped lips plant themselves on his cheek. "Just because I wanted to bake a cake for you, 'Toru!" you explain with a giggle, albeit its subdued quality doesn't go past his eye, as you move a bit away to press a swift kiss on his other cheek; fingers drawing lazy patterns on his scalp and massaging the roots of his hair.

"You've always done too much for me and everyone else– Thought of returning the favour once, although I doubt it can ever match yours... Also, haven't you always wanted to eat a cake baked by yours truly?"

He has.

He so, so has.

Ever since the day you baked some muffins for him in the microwave oven of the school kitchen– him, a grumbling mess thanks to his all-too-familiar migraine and those old geezers– you, another grumbling mess thanks to your all-too-familiar insomnia and those annoying AF exams—

Satoru never imagined he could taste a sweet dish made by you ever again in his life, for the past ten years or so— given how the morning after that night you declared you would never bake again: "uff, that is too fuckin' tiring and boring!" and how every next time he came with a migraine to your door, you pointedly ignored his whining for you to bake him something, choosing to grab the warm and cold compress instead and give him a massage, following the manuals kept in stack-over-stack on your table—

Even during his teenage years, then later as an adult, the sorcerer has always missed your baking, but seeing you care for him in ways much too characteristically 'you'... he decided to pay no mind to such dumb wishes, he knows you'll never fulfill in this lifetime.

Except now you've fulfilled them and your husband doesn't know any response fitting enough to thank your efforts and thoughts through.

Throwing the cake a sideways glance, he brings his focus back to you gazing at him, to the eagerness reflecting in your irises. His lips tilt up into a smile, obeying a mind of their own.

"Blue velvet cake with white frosting... you sure do know how to make me happy, don't you, sweetness?" he muses out loud, carefully noting the warmth creeping up your neck into your cheeks and ears, "But, so much for a thanks... there must be another reason behind this, right?"

Feeling the tiny burst of air hitting him from your quiet exhale, Satoru lets you maneuver him towards the kitchen until he's leaning with his back against the marble island and you're nestling even closer to him.

A palm glides cautiously over the planes of his back.

Almost as if the man in front of you is a glass figurine–

Almost as if you're fine with him being a glass figurine.

So easy to read.

So easy to hurt.

So easy to care for with the gentlest of touches and softest of smiles, the look in your eyes tells every one of his six eyes– the innumerable chips and cracks in his very essence be damned—

You poke his cheek, a knowing twitch in your lips.

"You rarely ever cuddled me in bed before, yet now, every single night and day, I find you squeezing me with those arms and legs of yours..." Satoru's eyes widen. Your lips part in a fondly teasing grin. "Think why – really why– you hug me for warmth and don't hog the blankets; and you'll have your answer, 'Toru."

Birds shriek outside. Your mobile beeps thrice. Your omelette goes as frozen as poor Uranus on the countertop beside.

For the second time this cold day, the two of you break into laughter.

"And you'll have your answer, 'Toru!?!?" Satoru mimics you except in a soprano-esque shrill voice. "Who the fuck do you think we are, huh? A pair of lovers in some Shakespeare-y play, baring our feelings to each other in the soft glow of the winter sun, or some stupid shit like that?"

Another chuckle breaks free from your chest at his words; the grin on his face widening, he watches you take a long breath then say, "Nope nope nope! The both of us are way too uncivilised to play any role like in Shakespeare's plays — but Satoru~" you drawl your vowels out; his heart beats a little faster in his chest– "I can never be as unrefined as you, going as far as to keep your wife waiting, while you ask question after question– and not eat the cake and praise it, like a good spouse should, you know?"

"Oh, is it so?" The man inquires, brow raised, before warping with you in his arms to where the cake's kept, and cutting a big chunk with the knife kept, gobbles it all up in one go.

The tilt of your lips betrays the disapproving click your tongue makes.

A very content hum escapes Satoru. "Your baking's something out of this world–no, galaxy, sweetness. I hope you know–"

He stills, focus stolen by the letters and number a bit far on the table–

Satoru's gaze snaps back to you, only to find the same smile on your face– so simple, so devious– complicated and thwarted by the small expressive tremor of your lips; your gaze moving away from him to a calendar on your left and his right, the very same which stopped him—

Grasping your chin in his frosting-covered fingers, he drags your gaze back to himself, tutting, "You aren't any better than me, wifey. You too lack the same manners and etiquettes I do— So, now— c'mon, c'mon, c'mon–" he says, not unlike a broken record, playing the same section of music until he makes you cave in from the annoyance alone, "Wish your darling husband 'Happy Birthday 'Toru!!', give him a big birthday smooch, and be the courteous wife, you aren't really, but think you're— Now, go ahead, go ahead, go–"

"No."

"No?" Satoru echoes, holding back a weary chuckle. Or sigh. The man doesn't know which. You nod with that same stubborn determination of yours, he has happened to love-hate-tolerate over the years. "Yeah. No. I don't wanna. Wishing you can only solidify the fact that today is December 7th–"

"I think, the clock striking twelve few hours back solidified it–"

"Which will go on to cement the fact we're only 17 days away–"

"I don't think the fact needs any cementing. It's cast in stone–"

"Is there no way we can be happy, Satoru?"

Your question startles him into a momentary stun – not 'cause of the solemnity packed into every word of it – but because it serves as the mirror image to the question them cursed voices in his brain ask him in the warmth of the day, in the chill of the night, when he finds Yuuji sitting by himself with no spiky black hair nor bright orange hair next to him; when he catches the ashtray on Shoko's table filled with way too many cigarette stubs; when he wakes up to see you sitting in the dimly lit storeroom, a faded photograph or a childish drawing in your hand; when he looks at the mirror and finds the reason behind every pain his cherished ones have suffered, staring right back at him—

"There is," Satoru says, willing his mind to shut up for once, to let him say what he wants to say for once– the clock is ticking a bit too fast–

"Don't think of today as anything more than that it's December 7. Not how many days it's been since Halloween. Not how many days it'll be before it's Christmas Eve. Just focus on the fact it's my birthday, and everything will seem a hell lot better, even if it's only for a short time."

You peer at him attentively, before narrowing your eyes a bit. "Never took you as the kind to ignore reality, y'know?"

Your husband cracks an amused grin. "Still, standing in the middle of a warzone and actively ignoring it is cooler than running away from it, isn't it?"

"Cooler and dumber," you correct with a teasing grin and a waggle of your finger– however, before he can gather any retort to your remark, he finds himself being pulled down by his collar, his lips colliding with your waiting ones— the ensuing kiss a little sweet, a little spicy, a little shy, a little hungry; but overall, very, very addicting. Satoru thinks you can never give him kisses enough to satiate him, even for a tiny while.

He is always going to stay this ravenous, this yearning for you. In this lifetime and every other that follows. He can't ever get enough of you.

A tiny pop! reverberates in the bubble round you two, as your mouth gently separates from his, though never strays anywhere far, resting only few millimetres away. Eyes drifting to his swollen lips for a beat, Satoru watches you look at him again, cheeks heated and stretched in a smile.

"Happy birthday, Satoru," you whisper, "Many, many happy returns of the day."

"Thanks," the man mumbles, running a careful thumb back-and-forth over your bottom lip– before something clicks to life in his mind. Your husband registers a slow smirk form on his face. "But I guess it'll be a happier birthday if ya promise to bake me a cake every now and then. What do you think, sweetness?"

"Nah!" your reply arrives, as if it's a reflex response and not one which requires some thinking, "Baking's too fuckin' tiring and boring– But..." you trail off for a beat, the nonchalance on your face morphing into a tenderness– You resume, "Why don't you try and find out by yourself if I will ever decide to bake a cake for you, every now and then, yeah?"

The weight of your words lingers in the gap in between for a second.

Accepting the weight with an eager grin, Satoru closes the gap, him inclining forwards to rest his forehead on yours.

"Sounds like a challenge, sweetness. Good thing, I'm more than ready to try my best to meet it."

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I had a silly and slightly sweet idea….

Taco’s S1 “persona” was, at first, a facade, but she soon got used to it and liked it a lot. Not having to worry about things, relying on people, being liked for being silly rather than being smart…it was a relaxing time for her. That and she didn’t have to use as much brain power to get through the day.

So sometimes when she’s having a hard time, she’ll regress in a way. Similar to age-regression; a coping mechanism that is semi-controllable. Most of the time she doesn’t slip into that headspace simply because she can’t afford to. When she’s alone and “silly” it’s annoying and a bit scary.

But when she finally finds a place with everyone again, with a few people who support her, she’ll do it secretly. Just stop talking and thinking, retracting her arms, and just be a little floaty. Maybe if she makes amends with Pickle, he allows her to be silly around him just like old times.

He’d probably be the only one to truly understand.

Hello there!!!^^ Welcome, and thank you for sending in your ask!! :]

I'd like to preface this with clarifying that my only knowledge of age-regression is from fanfictions that I did not read the tags on properly before reading. I know that those are the people being weird about it, rather than what it actually is, but I'm going to focus more on the other aspects of the ask rather than that element. I hope that's alright with you!^^

Her season 1 persona was a facade, but it was based on an actual part of her personality!!! A part that I can see her heavily suppressing otherwise, especially after season 1!!!! We even see her using humor to cope in season 2!!! It is a thing she falls back on when she's nervous, yeah? Upon rejoining the group post-canon, though, I can see her shoving an even heavier lid onto it, with being around the people who had met her while she was playing up her season 1 facade.

I like to think that her retracting her arms is a sign that she's comfortable and feels safe, and that would definitely be the time where she tests the waters on being a little silly again!!! Probably mostly with Mic or Mepad (if he was still alive. rip king i miss u), but I can see her enjoying doing semi-random things that confuse the people around her a lot!!! Secretly restocking her lemons so she can pull them out of nowhere and such!!

I can see her accidentally pulling out a lemon in front of Pickle, not having realized he was there, and apologizing profusely. Pickle might be a bit melancholy, yeah, but she doesn't have to push a part of herself down just for him!!! Pickle is a good guy, do not slander him near me ever. And I think this would lead to her opening up and being a bit more silly. Again, more around people she's comfortable with, but she'd love to see Mic smiling at something she said, yeah?

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 and their Adaptive (healthy) coping mechanism

A/N: People have different ways of coping, so it’s not possible to include every single mechanism here. Instead, I’ve focused on the ones I feel are their most effective ways to cope

This is my personal opinion and perspective. It may not accurately reflect their real-life personalities or behaviors.

Seungcheol

Coping Mechanism: Talking it out with close friends or members

As the leader, he carries a lot of responsibility. When stressed, he may lean on his trusted members e.g. Jeonghan, seeking advice or simply venting his thoughts. And when he needs some time to himself, a quiet moment of reflection is his go-to.

Jeonghan

Coping Mechanism: Strategic breaks and indulgence

Jeonghan is probably the type to handle stress with a balance of strategy and self-care. He knows the importance of taking breaks, so you’ll often catch him sneaking a snack or taking a quick nap to recharge. It’s his way of re-energizing, mentally and physically.

Joshua

Coping Mechanism: Music and solitude

Joshua may use music as a way to process emotions—either by just listening to his favorite songs, music helps him process emotions and regain his peace or playing the guitar. His calm and introspective nature suggests if he’s feeling really stressed, he also enjoys having some quiet time to himself just to gather his thoughts and reset. It’s his little moment to breathe and reflect, away from everything else. Sunday morning rain is falling~

Jun

Coping Mechanism: Isolation and reflection

Jun tends to keep to himself when things get tough. He’s an introvert at heart, and sometimes, all he needs is a bit of solitude to process his feelings. He’s probably not the type to seek distraction or company when stressed; he prefers to reflect quietly, letting his mind sort things out. It’s his way of finding clarity.

Hoshi

Coping Mechanism: Being around people and creating positivity, dancing or high-energy activities

Hoshi likely copes by dancing, as it’s not only his passion but also a physical outlet for stress. He might also turn to humor and being around others to keep his spirits high. He is energetic and tends to lift others with his positivity. When he’s stressed, he might rely on the support of others, turning to his members for emotional support. He could also channel his energy into creating something fun or silly, whether through cracking jokes or accusing mingyu of being the mafia (sorry). He often seems to cope by staying busy and not letting the negative stuff linger too long.

Wonwoo

Coping Mechanism: Self-reflection, gaming and quiet time

Wonwoo probably escapes into games to detach from stress and recalibrate. He is introspective and tends to keep a lot to himself. When stressed, he likely seeks solitude to reflect and process his feelings. He might retreat to a quiet space to sort through his emotions in a calm, non-confrontational manner. He’s a thinker, and this quiet time helps him process and gain a clearer understanding of himself. These activities allow him to immerse himself in a different world and regain his mental balance.

Woozi

Coping Mechanism: Composing music or working alone

Have you seen his works? (Ofc you did, otherwise why are you even here?) He's a true artist at heart. He might channel his stress into creating music, using work as both an escape and an outlet. It’s a way for him to work through everything, to put his thoughts and emotions into something tangible. And like the others, he could also prefer being alone to reflect and find clarity.

Dokyeom

Coping Mechanism: Laughter and connection with others

My love is a ray of sunshine, and when he’s feeling stressed, he probably often turns to his friends or members for a good laugh. His optimism helps him keep things in perspective, and with a little help from the people around him, he can find the silver lining in any situation. Whether it's joking around or just enjoying each other's company, it’s his way of lifting himself back up.

Mingyu

Coping Mechanism: Physical activity or distraction through work like cooking or cleaning

I think Mingyu’s the type to stay busy when stress hits. Whether it’s cooking, exercising, or just tidying up, it gives him a sense of control and accomplishment. Being productive helps him stay grounded, and when he’s not working on something, he might focus on something creative, like photography, to distract himself and keep his mind from overthinking. He also leans on his friends to keep his spirits high—laughter and good company are never far away, which allows him to take his mind off stressors.

Minghao

Coping Mechanism: Art and meditation

Minghao is all about balance and mindfulness. When stress creeps in, he turns to painting, meditation or other calming activities. His introspective and artistic nature suggests he values mindfulness and creative expression as ways to cope.

Seungkwan

Coping Mechanism: Reaching out for emotional support

As someone in tune with his emotions, Seungkwan likely talks things out with those he trusts. Humor and watching comforting shows might also be his go-to ways to lift his mood. His emotional awareness makes him great at processing his feelings, and he uses humor as a tool to help him through tough times.

Vernon

Coping Mechanism: Music or zoning out with a movie

Vernon is often found with his headphones in, either listening to music or creating his own. Music is his way of escaping, and it helps him process whatever’s going on in his head. When he’s feeling overwhelmed he might also enjoy immersing himself in movies or other media as a form of escapism.

Dino

Coping Mechanism: Seeking comfort from his members or focusing on dancing

As the youngest, Dino may struggle with balancing his responsibilities. When stressed, he might turn to his older members for comfort or reassurance. He could also focus on dancing as a way to release built-up tension. His love for dance allows him to express his emotions physically, helping him regain control when things feel overwhelming.

[notheroicnotromantic]

I'll take you on a ride, I'll be your Vixen

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Lando Norris X Oscar Piastri

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Christmas Fluff, Humor, my way to cope with Qatar

Someone keeps hanging up mistletoes around the McLaren hospitality and Lando Norris? He's losing his fucking mind.

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I’ll take you for a ride, I’ll be your Vixen 

Think I only want you under my mistletoe

I might change your contact to "Has a huge North Pole"

You said you like my stockings better on the floor

Boy, I've been a bad girl, I guess I'm gettin' coal (no)

Lemme come warm you up, you been out in the snow

Baby, my tongue goes numb, sounds like "ho-ho-ho"

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Someone at McLaren is fucking with Lando Norris and it’s driving him proper mad. They’re in Abu Dhabi currently, last race of the 2024 season. After Qatar, they’re still battling it out for the Constructor’s Championship, honestly, he’d prefer not to talk about the Qatar race altogether. They had flown out for the last stop of the triple-header straight away on Monday morning, arriving about an hour later in Abu Dhabi. 

It started straight away, when Oscar and he had walked into the team’s hospitality on that first day, just some time after lunch break. Lando had been the one to walk in first, opening up the glass door for them both and holding it out for Oscar. Waiting a little for his teammate to catch up, he failed to miss how everyone in the room had gone silent, watching the two of them arrive with curious eyes. Just as Oscar had come to a stop next to him, one of their engineers had cleared his throat. “Guess they caught another pair,” Marie from PR had said, and only then Lando realized something was wrong. Very wrong indeed.

Why? Because hanging above their heads was a mistletoe. Just Lando’s luck, really, to get caught beneath one with his teammate he’s been harbouring a silly crush on ever since the start 2024 season. Listen, maybe he’d spent a little too much time on TikTok. Getting lost in a rabbit hole of Oscar Piastri thirst trap edits had led to someone very interesting revelations. (Max had laughed at him, when he told him about it. Not about having a crush on Oscar, of course, but rather finding out about his apparent bisexuality. “You’re not quite straight, the sky’s blue. Moving on!”) 

Oscar just laughs though, “Yeah, don’t think that’s meant for us, mate,” before dipping through the space left to Lando and strolling into the directions of their driver rooms. Duh, Lando thinks, of course he doesn’t want to kiss you, stupid. Maybe he’s a little flippant for the rest of the day, afterwards. Being flat out rejected like that, hurts more than he’d like to admit even now. 

So, when he walks into the McLaren motorhome on Tuesday and there’s no more evil-green hanging from the ceiling, he thinks he’s safe. They’re only there to review some things for the upcoming days, a meeting about how they’ll be spending the weeks before Christmas at the factory. It’s his fault, really, for assuming it’d be a one-time thing. Like the 2024 season hadn’t been a series of the universe fucking him over. Why not go for it one last time? 

The most embarrassing thing is the fact that their bosses are around this time. Lando, running a little late of course, falls onto the chair next to Oscar, when both Andrea and Zak begin to laugh. “Boys,” Zak wheezes, “I think there’s a little elf working something out for the team,” as he points upwards to the ceiling. Of course, there’s another mistletoe swinging above them, and this time around Lando feels targeted. Whoever put that up knows where Oscar and he like to sit in these debriefs. Who is fucking with them like this?

Lando splutters, “No, mate. That can’t be for us, it’s probably some of the girls playing a prank on their co-workers or something. Aren’t Ava from Marketing and Joseph from strategy dating?” Honestly, he’s not sure they have an Ava from Marketing in the team.

“You’re thinking of Lydia from PR, actually,” Oscar thinks out loud. Yeah, sure. Keep them coming universe, maybe if he takes one more loss this year he’ll just die of embarrassment. Spare them all from having to through this the next year as well. He’s just about to speak up to defend himself when Andrea interrupts, “Well, wherever it might have come from, I’ll have a talk with management, I’m not sure our employee guidelines allow such a thing.” 

Thankfully, they start with the meeting then. Afterwards he thinks he’s fine. Save. Yesterday there’d only been on attack, so surely their mysterious Grinch (Lando refuses to call them an elf, considering they’re putting him through torture) must be done for the day, right?

Wrong. So wrong on every merit. 

The team calls them downstairs for some sort of challenge, the last one they’ll have to film for the year. Just as they’re heading into the cafeteria, there’s giggles breaking out all around the room. Lando doesn’t dare to raise his head for a second, but he knows exactly what they just walked into. He sighs and thinks maybe it’s time to finally give in. “You guys have to kiss now,” Clara from Online Marketing explains, and Lando would like to roll his eyes hard enough for them roll into the back of his head and never return. Thanks, girlie, figured that one out already. 

Oscar’s cheeks are turning into a cherry-red next to him, and he’s starting to look uncomfortable. Curse his weak heart and his darn teammate for making him want to protect the younger from everything bad, burry him in blankets and make him a hot chocolate. Fuck, there’s got to be a way for this mess to stop, right?

“Maybe if we’ll do it, they will stop,” Lando squeezes out quickly, not giving himself a chance to back out. “What!?” The Australian looks even more perplexed at that. Before he can think better of it Lando steps on to his toes, which is just adding insult to injury, and presses a soft kiss to Oscar’s cheek. “There, that should satisfy the Christmas spirits, right?”

The blush starts to make its way up to Oscar’s ears and Lando starts to worry he’ll be fired for sexual harassment of a co-worker. Fuck, he went too far, didn’t he? “I’m so sorry, Osc,” he blurts out then, and he’d really like to sprint back to his driver’s room. Maybe he’ll do that, fuck the PR team and their silly challenges. They can figure something out, maybe act like he’s sick or something along those lines, so Lando starts to make a run for it. 

Doesn’t get far though, considering the tight hold that’s suddenly appeared on his wrist. There’s a smile on Oscar’s face now, and it looks even cuter with the rosy cheeks beneath warm, chocolate brown eyes. “Landers, you’re fine,” Oscar breathes, “Let’s just get through this video and then we can go and head back to the hotel, alright?” 

It’s what they end up doing, the PR team have prepared a collection of different kind of Christmas sweets and pastries from around the world and their task is to make a tier list. They all are pretty mint in Lando’s humble opinion, but he’s got a sweet tooth, really. His teammate is severely less enthusiastic about some of the candy, but he caves in when Lando wants to put them into a higher tier. The power he’s got over Oscar in moments like these, and the soft gaze that’s turned towards him have caused many delusional thoughts in Lando brain. Listen, you can only read ‘Heart-Eyes-Piastri’ so many times about your own teammate before you start believing those things. Lando’s just a silly little guy at the end of the day, with a big, fat, dumb, gay crush. 

Thankfully, on Wednesday they’re both at different sponsor events and off-track, so it’s easy to avoid Oscar. And any mistletoes, too. When they return for media day on Thursday, they make it through most of the day without any incidents. Well, there was that moment in the morning, where Oscar had greeted him and Lando almost spilled the tea in his mug on himself but that he can’t blame that one on anyone else. 

Lando’s on his way back from the press conference when he decides it’s the perfect time to invade Oscar’s space and privacy with his stellar personality and pleasing presence. Maybe he’s also still a little hurt from that penalty. Getting put through the ringer by the press once more had caused a little more hurt. He’s learned it’s best for himself not to be alone with his thoughts on those occasions, and being able to poke at Oscar’s patience a little or tease the younger, until he gets all huffy and cute is usually a great way to improve his mood.

Just being around Oscar is enough most days, really. 

More than half the time, Lando doesn’t even bother knocking anymore, so he just opens the door but before he can waltz into the room, he runs into Oscar’s back. Oscar, who’s busy trying to reach something hanging from the ceiling. No, it screams in Lando’s head. No fucking way. 

“Osco?” He mumbles into the soft material of the McLaren branded polo the other is wearing. Oscar sighs softly before turning around, getting his hands on Lando’s waist and pulling him in close. Resting his cheek on top of Lando’s dark curls, “I don’t think I have to tell you what I’ve been trying to rip from my ceiling for the past ten minutes, do I?” 

“Do you think the team’s filming some kind of prank?” Lando starts to think about his suggestion in greater detail and can’t say he’d put it past the PR department to plan something crazy like that. 

Seems like Oscar agrees with the sentiment, nodding his head in a move that makes his chin graze the top of Lando’s head, “Honestly, I can’t say it’s not something they’d come up with it.” They separate then and Lando helps his teammate to get rid of the offence grass, Oscar putting his arms around the older one more time and lifting him up, so Lando can reach the end of the strands and pull them down. “Well, at least no one was around for that one, right?” The Brit tries to make light of the situation. 

It doesn’t change the fact that the whole ordeal is humiliating and Lando’s starting to believe however might be orchestrating this might be aware of Lando’s feelings for the Australian. That would be a nightmare come true, seriously it’d be first time in his Lando might start to consider changing teams, once the offers flies onto his desk. If it saves his (and Oscar’s) dignity, he’d be able to patch up his papaya-bleeding heart. Eventually, at least. 

The idea comes to him on Friday morning, as he’s chewing on his overnight oats, Jon sitting next to him and munching on a Nutella toast. Modern form of torture, really. Anyways, the idea: Maybe the only way to get through this weekend, is staying away from Oscar. As much as it pains him to do so. He’ll do it to safe the tentative friendship he managed to build with Oscar over the past two years. 

Sadly, it seemed a lot easier in his head. Of course, Lando knows it’s not as easy as simply running out of a room once Oscar walks into it (which he still does of course) but in between practice session they usually like to sit down and debrief a little. Talk about how the car’s feeling beneath them and what set-up changes might work. When Lando dips out of the garage every time the younger dares to step a little closer, and he knows he’s being quite obvious about it. Judging from the disappointing look on both Will and Jon’s faces, which - rude? Mind your own fricking business. 

The hurt in Oscar’s eyes though? That’s a different story altogether and Lando can’t help but feel bad about it. If only the younger could understand he’s doing it for them, not trying to ruin their relationship. Maybe he’s being uncharacteristically optimistic, thinking their friendship could still stand, after the carnation his feelings will bring to it. At the end of the day, he’s only got himself and his wretched heart to blame. 

Turns out all his work has been for nothing, which is just the cherry on top. McLaren is hosting a small Christmas party at the common room Friday evening, it’s nothing compared to the actual celebrations they will hold the days before the Holiday once they’re back in Woking but it’s nice, nonetheless. Lando’s ecstatic about the Christmas pastries and Holiday hits playing in the background every year, mostly because Jon will forget about his diet for around three hours that night. It’s more than he gets on most days, so that enough is reason to celebrate.

He truly tries his best the whole time, erratically crossing the room to find himself in conversation with the person, that just happens to be standing furthest away from a certain Australian racing driver. At first, he’s locked in conversation with Zak about their holiday and break plans, coordinating a day to hit the golf court together. Then, he’s busy catching up with some of the press team, asking Lauren about her kids and their Christmas wishes. Of course, he's also with Andrea for some of the night, and Will joins them too. 

Lando feels like he’s being watched the entire time. And he is, the way Oscar’s gaze follows him around the room makes the older sweat in his ridiculous papaya-coloured Christmas sweater. Oscar seems to be able to read Lando’s thoughts and emotions on most days, so he figures it’s no different today. Much to his own disappointment. 

Eventually, the party fizzles out. Most of the employees biding their goodbye and heading back to their hotels, they still have a qualifying session tomorrow, after all. There’s nothing Lando more desperately hopes for than making up his errors to them all. 

Unfortunately, it also means there’s significantly less of a buffer between him and Oscar. Only so many times Lando can hide between Jon and the wall, without it becoming ridiculous. Once the other driver crosses the room to come up to Lando, Jon in a truly evil act of betrayal, pushes Lando out from behind himself and leaves him there. Left to the wolves, Lando can’t do nothing but wait for Oscar to come to a stop in front of him. 

The unimpressed stare that’s looking down on him (their height difference is less than this, Lando swears to God) makes his stomach flutter. “Hi,” Lando squeaks out. Yeah, that’s it. Play it cool, Lando thinks, he won’t notice anything’s wrong like that. 

“Okay, mate. What’s wrong with you?” Oscar deadpans in reply. Lando would like for this whole fucking-him-over spiel to be over sometime soon. Can he call in sick for work tomorrow? Would Jon kill him? No, probably not. 

Andrea would though and he’s way scarier.

Lando’s stuck thinking about his excuse when they get interrupted by the drawl of Oscar’s performance coach, Kim grinning at them. “Lads?” The older Australian is pointing up towards the ceiling above their heads and Lando might implode right here and there. Fuck over McLaren in the Constructor’s Championship one last time. Going out like the gods intended, maybe.

No fucking way. 

But of course, when Lando raises his head properly there’s another mistletoe hanging between them. Can the aura of a motionless object be menacing? It’s a menacing mistletoe, at least in Lando’s mind. The biggest groan passes his lips. Fine, okay. Someone in the team wants Lando to destroy their teammate dynamics for ever? Let him prove to that person how grave of a mistake they’ve just made.

Without saying another word Lando grabs Oscar’s wrist and drags him along behind himself, powerwalking down the hallways until they reach his driver’s room. There’s McLaren branded hoodies flying all around the floor and Lando only notices now he’s forgotten to turn off his Switch, the Breath of the Wild soundtrack filling in the silence in the room. Rito Village by day, what a damn banger. 

“It’s that what this whole thing has been about? The mistletoes?” Oscar looks properly astonished at the revelation. Like he can’t quite believe Lando’s foolishness. Honestly Lando can’t believe it himself on most days. “Lando, I don’t care about those,” Oscar explains and there’s a smile spreading on his lips. Trust Oscar Piastri to look this cute just before he’s about to shatter Lando Norris’ heart into a thousand pieces.

“I care,” he grumbles turning away from the other. It’s a senseless effort, trying to save the last of his dignity by refusing to look Oscar one more time. “I figured it out, you know? Why they keep appearing around us.”

There’s a confused noise leaving Oscar, “Uh-huh. And why do you think it’s happening?” This is it, the end of it. Lando Norris, November 13th, 1999 – December 6th, 2024, cause of death: embarrassing crush reveal. 

“Whoever’s doing it must know I’ve been harbouring a stupid crush on you for most of the season. I’m sorry, Osc, I didn’t mean to drag you into it. I swear I’ll get them to back off, and then if you uh, want to put some distance between the both of us, I’d understand that too, of course,” the Brit rambles. Still doesn’t dare to turn around to look Oscar, too afraid to face the other’s feelings.

In a twist of fate, Oscar decides to remedy it by himself, grabbing a hold of Lando and turning him around. The expression on Oscar’s face is nothing like Lando expected, a white smile with bunny teeth, a warm flush to his cheeks. “Lando, I’ve had a crush on you since I was fifteen, keep up please,” he laughs before letting his hands wander to his cheeks. 

Oscar pulls him up and into a soaring kiss. Lando feels like he’s just short-circuited but thankfully his brain reboots quickly and he’s kissing back. They start out quite wholesome, just a gently brushing of lips. Until Lando decides he’s had enough of Christmas cheer and let’s his tongue swipe across Oscar’s lower lip gently. He’s about to take it up a notch, when there’s suddenly cheering and clapping behind them.

They flinch apart in a flash. It’s Jon and Kim, standing in the open doorway with twin smiles on their faces. Those scheming little grinches. “Looks like our plan worked,” Jon hums, clearly pleased with himself. The rage on Lando’s face must be pretty telling, because in the next moment both of their trainers vanish back into the hallways. 

Lando’s just about to run after them, when Oscar grabs him by the waist instead and drags him back, until Lando’s back collides with the other’s chest. Their difference in sizes even more obvious, with the way Oscar’s shoulders embrace his own. “Baby,” Oscar’s whispers into his ear, “I think we have some more making up of lost time to do, before we take care of those two.”

And yeah, that’s – that’s pretty fucking fair. 

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[possessionisamyth]

Here's some RE Separate Ways analysis that isn't about shipping because I like Ada. I'm happy her DLC actually focuses on her, but some of the takes I'm seeing are Insufferable. Main statements in bold for ease of reading and skipping purposes.

-Wesker and Ada haven't been working together consistently for the past 6 years. This dripless bitch is calling Ada every five minutes to babysit her. I don't think that's the relationship dynamic of someone you're regularly employed under, and when it is, Ada is not the type of character to tolerate that behavior for 6 years. We know Ada is a contract worker. We can understand she's worked for Wesker on and off, but she's a freelance agent period. She must've done enough jobs for Wesker that he feels the need to check on her and have this constant reporting in to make sure she stays on task since he's clearly used to her not always following his orders. He 100% hired her for this assignment because he knew the situation and compared to the other options, she had the highest survival chances. Which, he was right. High risk, high reward.

Sometimes Wesker's babysitting works: Ada holding Luis at gunpoint when he tries to negotiate saving Leon and Ashley. Sometimes he knows when to step away: "Keep your dog." All of it is in the effort to get what he wants. Look, he let her live. He worked with S.T.A.R.S for years and wanted them all dead. If he worked with Ada regularly and she pulled this shit with the amber, he would've had that helicopter blown out of the sky. There's always some restraint with personal distance, especially with a guy who thinks so highly of himself.

-Luis is a drama queen. In the regular game, Luis acts cool and under control to the best of his abilities around Leon and Ashley. It's a part of his newly found hero-complex even though he does still know when to ask for help: "save me prince charming!" In the DLC, we see the real side of Luis. The one who's scared, and dramatic, and knows when he's not shooting with a loaded gun so to speak. When Ada tells him to leave her to fight, he does. He wants to help, but his respect for her abilities sends him fleeing like she orders him to. Also, like every scientist, he has zero self-preservation! He ran into a fire that clearly would kill him to get medicine. And the exchange afterwards? "No! Now you'll all die!" "Make some more medicine." "Oh..yeah...I can do that. I do have that ability."

The flamenco dance. "Are you mad at me???🥺 You're mad at me!😭" This man understands Ada can kill him without blinking, but still can't keep his composure around her. This is such a fun dynamic to explore in fic for expansion stories and "Luis lives" au's. The DLC gives him breaks to freak out and panic, whereas the main game holds the "cool persona" moments after Leon saves him. Even his dying words to Ada. This man is bleeding to death and still can't shut up. I love him.

Okay, that's all I gotta say about the loser men. Now for the star of the DLC. Ada. :)

-Ada "Sans Undertale go into my eyes" Wong. The methods Ada uses in the DLC are fun and appropriate. It's not invasive and in your face unlike another agent, but more subtle. She can track footprints, fingerprints, gauge the safe distance required for her grappling hook, and she knows when she needs to fight and whens he needs to run. Her practicality has always been the cleanest of the entire cast due to her being a spy, but this time we actually get to see this trait utilized through her tools.

-Ada is silly and quips her own jokes to get through it. Something I'm not seeing anyone talk about including the aeon people who are claiming anything they can get, is this specific humor parallel between Leon and Ada in the remake. Both of them have gone through the horrors of Raccoon City. Both of them went right back into very difficult military in function style work which always has a body count. I talked about Leon's humor coping mechanism here [X], but to hear Ada do the same thing? I feel like they went under the radar because they don't sound as stupid as Leon's quips, but they are still so stupid. "Nighty night." "Lights out." "Bring me a real challenge next time." "Now look at the mess you've made." "You think that gun will be enough?" She and Leon even share the same "Next," line!

If I had 80GB to spare on the game, I'd see just how many more I could get out of her. Like, these are dumb as hell. She's found a method to cope with the horrors she's witnessing that just so happens to coincide with Leon's. I'm not saying this as a marker of whatever romance you've tossed them in or even to diss any other romances. What I am saying is that they have a similar type of mental illness resulting from trauma, and they ended up using the exact same coping method despite never seeing each other.

Ada fans who hate Leon! This opens a door for you when it comes to character analysis and how Ada deals with her PTSD and/or depression! Run through it RIGHT NOW!

-Ada's infection pulls a lot more weight than it seems. I've seen some people say Ada's parasite should've been removed the same as Leon's and Ashley's. (Which is an extremely unsubtle argument to get them all in the same room for your shipping nonsense.) However, something I noticed with the DLC were the parallels to the troubles in RE2. The Black Robe/U-3/Pesenta monster is the first time where we get to see Ada dealing with a stalking enemy. Due to RE4 being so much more plot-lined streamed to maintain the flow of gameplay, these events were not allowed to be random, but the narrative purpose remains. Ada gets to have a stalking enemy in her DLC like Claire and Leon did in RE2 with the addition of a hubris check.

The hubris check? Well, Ada has never been infected until this DLC. In the original games, she can step back and watch people die because she doesn't know what it feels like. Now she knows what it feels like. The lack of control. The pain. The slow turning. Her job has had her flirting with death for years, but not in a way she can't fiddle with the odds. A parasite is not something a person can distract with words. The action to steal the amber is backed up via personal experience not just a morality code slapped on. The addition of Wesker's correction to "billions of causalities" means she's included in that number and just cements her incentive to flee. She's not doing this for Leon. She's not doing this for Luis. She's doing this for herself, and if it so happens to help other people then it is what it is. After being on both sides of the coin when it comes to viruses, she can no longer function as entirely impartial to the work she's doing.

-Ada doesn't ask for permission but asks for forgiveness. Don't take this phrasing literally. She doesn't ask Wesker to forgive her. What this means is that she'll do something before asking, and if it upsets people then she'll course correct. Her job is not the kind of job where she needs to take orders for every action she implements which is why Wesker calling every five minutes was annoying as hell. In the OG RE4 she kind of argues with Wesker for Leon to live for "his usefulness", but it's swiftly shut down until it's convenient to Wesker for Leon to live. This forces her to sneak around and betray Wesker multiple times to save Leon secretly, and the concept rightfully gets thrown into the garbage for the remake DLC.

The scene in the bedroom where Wesker tells Ada not to become a liability after taking her blood? Ada doesn't fight to get her shit back. Some people said this was flirting. Wrong. This is Ada seeking forgiveness after the fuck up of passing out in the middle of an active field by letting Wesker walk off with an infection sample. She then makes sure not to fuck up a second time in the same way, and she doesn't. She learns the signs of her parasite so in case she does pass out again, she'll be somewhere much less conspicuous. She listens for the changes in her environment and the feelings in her body and prepares herself for what's next.

-Ada saves Leon and Ashley for Luis' sake. I stated earlier that Ada's action to take the amber was for her own sake but ends up helping others. This is the exact situation going on when Luis talks about getting the suppressant. She needs the suppressant in order to do her job and kill the black robe so she can heal. It just so happens that Leon and Ashley need the suppressant for survival reasons too. They are an afterthought until Luis dies.

We watch Ada question Wesker and his plans all throughout this DLC, and she comes to her own conclusions after her experience working with him. She could've gotten the amber back and let the whole place blow into smithereens like Wesker intended. Who cares about the president's daughter? Who cares about another dead federal agent? Luis did. He cared so much he died for it, and just like that other clown in Raccoon City (aka her), she got emotionally attached. If there was anything she could've done for Luis to make his death mean something, it was this act.

-Ada sells Leon's jacket. This isn't analysis, but I thought this was funny as hell. ACAB! No exceptions! Freeze your tiddies off, Leon! I don't give a shit!

-Ada's new outfit is still better than her old one. It's still not the best they could've given her. I'm also not speaking from a fashion point of view when I say this. In the OG RE4 we see Leon in a jacket which is forcibly removed to show off his pecs to the ladies, but it clearly marks a colder time of year. OG RE4 Ada has arms out, legs out, and tits out because a hoe never gets cold. The sweater dress for the remake re-establishes that it's colder here because even Luis doesn't lose his jacket. Ashley doesn't lose her jacket either until they yoink it off her for ritual reasons. I still hate that the thigh high boots have that heel and would prefer the flats, but that's going to be in the complaint paragraph below.

-Capcom sexism at play once again. I don't give a shit about rigs and motion capture or whatever, her walk cycle was 2 adjustments from being full Bayonetta, and I hate it. The ass shots? Disrespectful. Her heels didn't have to be that high. Never heard of a kitten heel? They exist. The people who worked on RE3 Remake and worked on this DLC sure love to make a woman vomit don't they? Why the fuck was she so clean the entire game? She was being thrown around and tossed in the dirt a lot, but this woman's skin is shinier than a waxed apple. Either she has some wet wipes on hand, or god forbid women get filthy. Absolutely zero reason she shouldn't have been looking as rough as Leon by the time she gets on the helicopter! No reason at all!

That's all they wrote! I love Ada. I loved this DLC, and I loved the dynamics going on here even though I hated every time Wesker was on screen or opened his mouth at all.

As much as I would love to expand this post and go further into the changed Ada and Leon relationship, I frankly hate all the takes I've been seeing so much on either side of the Aeon debate. I hate the ongoing conversation around it so much that I don't know if I want to discuss this at all. The Aeon should've gotten this if not for Luis and Ashley side and the Aeon is dead side going back and forth with each other? All of you put on your clown noses! None of you are looking at this situation objectively to see where the lines cross and where they run alongside each other, and frankly I'm tired! I could clear this whole table off so both of you can get exactly what you want based on what you're not actually interpreting from this media, but I won't! Kill each other!

[raspberryberyl]

ah I love the dsmp and some people (mainly cc's) are killing me.

I had to watch the cctommy video because idk ocd or i just felt like it would kill me if i didn't watch.

Tommy was usual tommy fashion, and the video was good! Don't get me wrong. I love that he didn't say it was cringe, and was nostalgic and positive about it. That he had good things to say.

I believe and want to believe in my heart that cctommy really cares about the dsmp and ctommy. Sometimes it feels like cc!eret , cc!quackity, cc!tommy are the only ones that really care. That care about the audience that they've created, that try to cultivate it. I want to believe that others care too but its these three that i feel are the most vocal about it.

But watching the new Tommy video, i feel slightly hurt. I know Tommy is just being Tommy fashion and being silly and "annoying", and maybe he's not being completely full hearted and serious because he wants to appease fans that do think it was cringe (which seems to be quite a bit, mostly twt).

But i just feel like, is it so hard to believe that people would care about the story you created? Especially one that is so unique and tackles such raw and real emotions and experiences. for my fellow ctommy fans, its family, home, abuse, suicidality, etc.

Maybe it's because it just doesn't feel real to the cc, that they made this popular series. Maybe it's because to a lot of them it really was just a game and goofing off. But to us fans, it was so much more. We poured ourselves into it. And it hurts to be treated like a joke and "cringe".

I feel grateful to cctommy for saying the positive things he did, but should I? Should i be appreciative that he treats us with bare minimum respect... like yes I know he cares, I think he does, but his joking attitude about it all makes me feel like a joke.

I did not like the constant sexual innuendos about c!tommy. was the foreplay one a little funny? yeah maybe. but describing the classic hurt c!tommy sigh/grunt/thing like a moan? no, i did not like that.

Maybe he's coping with humor. as other people pointed out cctommy was constantly sexualized on that server. And as he said he is an adult now that can joke about it anyway he likes because it is HIM.

I also did not like him describing ctommy as "a bad guy." ctommy had flaws, he was not perfect, that's one of the reasons he is so great, but he was not a bad guy. I could see c!tommy thinking he is the bad guy, but cctommy is the writer and should know better. I don't like being told that an abuse victim who is so very human, is "the bad guy". I might only partly forgive him for this because he talked about how c!tubbo (and cc!tubbo), was often an ignored victim and character that deserved to shine.

I did not like the "making fun of " suicide. Which is a major problem the dsmp writing has.

I am forever hurt by how the cc treat us. I devoted so much of my time and energy to this just to feel like a joke, just for them to act like they don't care. Well i choose to continue to care, because i really and truly do.

I've said it before but cc!ranboo was my main main, i watched every stream, even the non dsmp ones. But with how they treated c!ranboo, i just can barely bring myself to watch them. i did not get into generation loss, it hurts too much. I respect Ranboo for going with his passions and not doing things just to appease fans, but i am forever hurt that he had so little care in the end for something that so many of us cared about.

Most cc are just silent about their dsmp days and have no comment. But then others joke about how the fans cared? cc!puffy i was devoted and excited for your lore, and you failed to deliver it and now treat us like a joke.

And other cc where it just feels like they are trying to milk it for content, don't get me started.

And I'll be honest, I am still sick of all this dancing around the subject in the room that is the problematic cc. I get the cc don't owe us their views, and probably don't want to further drama. But Tommy can you just say you don't like or support Dream! Can any cc be open about it! Tommy stop giving me heart attacks by putting dt in your thumbnails 😭

And yeah this was really long and rant/venty, I feel like i forgot some stuff that i wanted to say so i will just add it later if it comes to mind.

But my point is, people cared about the dsmp. Some people moved on, and many of us are here and still thriving. People care, so stop being surprised that we do. Stop treating us like a joke.

If you're going to mention it cc, be respectful, kind, and maybe don't say anything if you don't really care about it.

the dsmp had many issues, no one is denying, but people cared.

[samantha-and-nellie]

What’s so insane about Gard’s characterization?

honestly, not sure i’m going to do the best at describing it, but i’ll give it a shot. i think he mostly suffers from the amount of page time he gets, and from the books being from sam’s pov. so like 90% of the time he’s just “lalalaaa silly goofy uncle”… and then there’s these glimpses of both how grief-stricken he is, and honestly how smart he is. like this guy is a lawyer, but i’m pretty sure most of the fandom forgets this because sam’s perception of him is as her zany and cool uncle. basically, he clearly uses humor as a coping mechanism, but i’m not sure how much the authors of sam’s books actually wanted the reader to see that

[obscurecharactershowdown]

Semi-Finals

[image ID: the first image is of the cover for the Hello from the Hallowoods podcast. it depicts the silhouettes of trees, and a large creature emerging from behind them. it's furry, with many red eyes, horns, large antlers, and a clawed hand raised up, as if waving at the viewer. above the creature, in the middle of a red gun sight, reads: "Hello." in red text. the second image is of No Significant Harassment, a shadowy figure standing behind a sleeping pink-red, fox-like creature. their green hands seem to be holding up the floating creature. end ID]

Diggory Graves

Convinced they only lost the deadguydeathmatch because not enough people knew about them. A bit of a Frankenstein's monster scenario. Uses they/them pronouns, is dating a ghost trans man. Despite their intimidating appearance they are lovely and would go to the ends of the Earth for their friends. Their arms are for hugs and their claws are for fighting

No Significant Harassment

They're just a silly little guy. A jokester. Significant harassment if you will. Anyway, a more in depth run down: They're a city sized supercomputer built by a Buddhist adjacent society to figure out how to transcend the 'Great Cycle' (semi-metaphorical cycle of death and rebirth) in a safer way than the previous method (submerging oneself in the 'void sea' which is a mysterious golden liquid that dissolves whatever it touches). Despite being built for this express purpose NSH never really shows a pressing interest in ascension, even cracking jokes about those who are still looking for a solution. Whether this is due to indifference, dislike of, or humor to cope with being unable to ascend is not clear and really up to interpretation. Example: NSH: I wish them super good luck in that endeavor. How is it going to happen? Have the overseers gnaw through bedrock until their entire can crashes down in the void sea? BSM: Please be respectful when speaking of the Void Sea. Grey Wind, where did you hear this? CW: I really shouldn't say. He's going to attempt some sort of breeding program. Thought you might want to know. NSH: Haha with the slimers, lizards and etceteras? Surely the answer was in a lizard skull all along! He's very flippant, but does care very intensely for those close to him. NSH: Moon? It's me again. NSH: I do not know if you are receiving these. Please signal in any way you can. NSH: I need to talk to you. I need to know you're okay. NSH: … NSH: Its difficult for us to assist you over this distance. NSH: Even more difficult for us to do anything in the midst of these tantrums. NSH: Were going to try everything that we can. NSH: Just hold on a little longer. (Context for previous convo: They genetically engineered a super organism of a slugcat (the species you play as in Rain World) to help reset his coworker/sibling after her collapse and restart her systems. He was so desperate to fix her that he accidentally messed up the slugcat's (Hunter) genetic code and as a result it became riddle with the Rot (relatively similar to aggressive cancer) :( which parallels his other coworker/siblings condition who also has the rot. ) He canonically uses he/they pronouns too! Nonbinary swag! NSH has major internet troll vibes. He has sent a data pearl of "something distasteful" to his neighbors on several(?) occasions and causes chaos. If he had access to the wider internet he'd probably be an influencer So…yeah! Vote NSH this website likes the allure of heavy machinery and stuff like that so… there you go. Kind of a blorbo. End post.

[system-of-a-feather]

Man finally got around to watching the "Mr. Monk's Last Case" that I've been meaning to watch since it came out and I always forget just how relatable Monk is to me and how it really just hits home a bit too much how Monk lives and views himself

Like I'm sure a lot of people read the show like its a "haha OCD so funny" gag and I know some people get really mad because "OCD is treated like the butt end of the joke and no one with OCD is actually like that" but it really never felt that way to me as someone who has OCD - particularly because I cope with it the same way.

I totally understand the people that do not relate to it, OCD has a wide way of presentation and an even wider way of coping with it and that is not taking into account co-morbidities, the one in particularly that I think is most important when judging Monk - is C-PTSD and the MAIN one, while not directly mentioned, autism.

Cause the way they DO handle Monk's mental health, both in the original series (which I've watched at least 5 times over in my life) and the newest movie, while silly and haha at times, has always been so realistically done to me that it unironically is the only show or series or movie or game that had nearly made me physically cry because when it DOES get real into Monk's mental health, it gets pretty real, arguably too real.

I think if you are to talk about it as JUST OCD and treat this as "media representation of the average individual with OCD", people are right to say that its not good because I agree, Monk isn't the average individual with OCD and it does play into harmful stereotypes and generalizations of OCD. Monk is advertised as that a lot, so that advertising I disagree with. But if you actually watch the show, the show does little to hide that he has co-morbidity with PTSD / C-PTSD and while they don't outright say it, he is obviously autistic.

And as someone who's dad is has C-PTSD, Autism, and OCD and as someone who ALSO has C-PTSD, Autism, and OCD.... It's really really really fucking accurate and hits home. Something my mom, who lived with THREE people with that matching set of co-morbidities, loves and agrees is super relatable to how it was like living in our house.

And that is where it really gets me when people say "its a bad representation of OCD! OCD doesn't looks like that" cause... yeah it does, for at least three people I know with OCD. Are we a specific minority within the group of OCD? Probably, but we still have OCD.

I dunno man, episodes with Monk's mental health being talked about gets me in ways few things do and I will die on the hill that Monk's shit is very well done and accurate albeit to a specific subset of people with OCD.

And also on the point of it "being the butt of the joke"...

For me, my OCD and literally all my mental health conditions are often used as the butt end of the joke. And I'm not saying that people are wrong for being upset, but chronic mental illness symptoms after you get really used to them and adapt your life to them and just embrace your unique way of living.... it's kind of hard to not find a lot of the quirks in light humor?

Like my fiance always said it about his year with severe Chrons "at a certain point when you are in the hospital having shit come out both ends, you just have to laugh at it cause thats funny shit right there."

I don't think I would have survived recovery with any of my mental health disorders if I didn't take some of the quirks that came out of my adapted life style to be funny and love them anyways.

As long as there is a balance between "this is a serious thing that gets in the way of a persons life" which they DO do very well in Monk, I see very little issue at exploring the kinda funny things living with a chronic mental health condition does.

[nickeverdeen]

Heeeellooooo,hoping for a match up with mcu if that's alright?

My name is angel and I am 4'9ft (its normal where I am from istg),am a Virgo and have olive skin and black wavy hair that i normally straighten whenever going out and dark brown almond eyes,my style is mostly casual but abit of hyper In then as a most! (Like bright pink crop top,or blue idk I just like colorful clothes XD)

On personality terms,i can be abit shy at first.i avoid going out and prefer to be on my own,but when I am comfortable I become LOUD AF- I can be either quiet or loud. No in between, I am an INFP and have the habit of putting others' need above me, and an absolute nerd listen to me yap about the stars and the astrology for like twenty hours just because you accidentally mentioned it once.

Huge Superhero nerd, huge apocalypse nerd, and huge stars nerd,and last but not least huge horror nerd. also an ayesha erotica fan🤭🎧

I use humor as a coping mechanism soo...yes I will throw in a joke or two if I am panicking it just has to be done smh 😔.

And that's it!hoping your having a lovely day♡!

Your MCU match is…

Peter Parker 1

Peter would love hearing you talk about stars, superheroes, and the apocalypse

You’d have endless conversations about your favorite topics, often leading to some late-night stargazing

He’d find your colorful, hyper-casual style adorable and would tease you (in a sweet way) whenever you showed up in a bright pink top or some other bold outfit

Peter is also a bit shy at first, so he’d completely understand your initial quietness

You’d both have that “awkward nerd” energy before opening up to each other

Once comfortable, Peter would match your loudness, especially if you both got excited about the same topic

Your conversations would be animated and full of laughter

He’d appreciate your sense of humor as a coping mechanism because he does the same

There would be plenty of joking around during tense situations to lighten the mood

Peter would be impressed with your superhero knowledge, and he’d be curious about what kind of hero you’d be

He’d enjoy chatting about what powers and abilities you’d want

Peter would always be looking out for you, even in everyday situations

He knows how important it is to feel safe, and he’d never let anyone mess with you

Peter would probably have no clue about astrology, but he’d let you yap about it as much as you wanted

He’d find your passion endearing and would even learn his own chart just to impress you

He’d love watching horror movies with you, even if he pretended to be brave

The two of you would laugh and scream at all the jump scares, using humor to cope with the tension

He’d joke about being the perfect partner in case of an apocalypse since, you know, he’s Spider-Man

The two of you would probably have some ridiculous “survival plans” for fun

Peter would be aware of your tendency to put others first, and he’d encourage you to look after yourself too

He’d remind you that you’re important and deserve care as much as anyone else

There’d be playful debates over who’s the bigger nerd

He’d challenge you to trivia contests about superheroes, apocalypses, or horror, and the stakes would be silly but fun

Peter would be there to help you manage stress and anxiety

Whenever you’re overwhelmed, he’d make dumb jokes to distract you or suggest a fun distraction like building LEGO or watching a movie

Your dates would often involve nerdy activities—comic book shops, planetariums, or science museums

He’d know exactly what would make your day

He’d jokingly “perform” for you using his spider-powers, like doing exaggerated flips or sticking to walls

It’d become a running gag in your relationship

Peter would understand that sometimes you need to recharge, and he’d have no problem sitting in comfortable silence with you

He knows how to give you space without making it awkward

Whether it’s exploring new parts of the city or having late-night walks, Peter would enjoy every adventure with you

His spontaneous side would blend well with your curiosity

He’d always be ready to listen whenever you needed to talk about your day, your interests, or your feelings

Peter’s an attentive and empathetic boyfriend

Your shared humor would lead to creating inside jokes and goofy “code words” that only the two of you understand

You’d even come up with absurd superhero alter egos for each other

If he ever sensed you were in danger, his protective instincts would kick in

He’d never want anything to happen to you

[4saken4gotten]

Head Canons For Dante From Devil May Cry

I think about Dante way too much so I thought I would share my thoughts on some head canons of my own. Especially since the fandom for me gets so fucking dryyyyyyy Like please, I need more content or I'm going to spontaneously combust and not even in a hot and sexy way. (Or it still will be I just wont feel like it, but looking like hell on wheels is the goal!) yes that was a Heathers reference don't come at me Am I cringe? Yes. Am I free? Yes. These are my SFW head canons for him! If I get to it I can make my NSFW head canons as well but we'll see about that. Gender Neutral Reader Pairing. For my bitches, bros and fellow nonbinary hoes. (My certification in making head canons is as follows: I have played DMC 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. I've read all the novels, and read 3 different fan translations of the novels we don't have official English translations for. I've watched the animated series at least 12 times and I've listened to all of the audio drama CD's. I have canon reasons for all my head canons but some of them are just little silly things because I brain rot. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.) I apologize in advanced for any typos and grammar mistakes and or just not making sense. I am dyslexic and autistic so I have a weird way of explaining things and will misspell basic words sometimes but I promise to do my best.

He's a big dork and his favorite thing to do is make his S/O laugh. Filling their soul with light is his favorite thing to do. teehee So he says the stupidest jokes to make them double over in laughter.

This is a bit of a double edged sword however since he uses humor and sarcasm as a major crutch / coping mechanism. He can be serious when the situation calls for it, but most of the time he doesn't want situations and mishaps to weigh on himself or those around him too heavily.

He's HELLA broke. So he'd take full advantage of free things to do like spending the night under the stars in a park after hours. Something that feels like "We aren't supposed to be out here!" but isn't really harmful / breaking the law.

I think he has some sort of collection of some sort. I think he collects seashells because they remind him of more serene times in his childhood. Probably hand sized conches or perhaps sand dollars (because its the only 'dollars' Lady cant swindle out of him ;u;)

Will die on the hill of pizza being a "balanced meal" insisting that it has all the important food groups therefore pizza is healthier than media wants people to think.

Despite his habits of leaving his pizza boxes about and letting Patty clean up after him- his own personal hygiene is actually really important to him. He always makes sure to take a shower after he gets back from every mission.

He honestly cant stand the scent of demon blood on him, it makes him a little anxious because it takes him back to the night of the fire / attack every time. (babyyyy boyyyyyyyyyyyy)

His love language is physical touch (giving) and acts of service (receiving). When he gets more comfortable with you, he's got some part of him touching you at all times: a thigh pressed against yours, a gentle hand around your shoulders or the small of your back, insistent on you laying on his shoulder or in his lap if you're tired. He'll be super appreciative of you organizing things when his mind gets too jumbled or he's just brooding.

I'm sick of people calling him lazy. I don't think he doesn't clean up because he doesn't want to- I think he's just overwhelmed most of the time / overstimulated to do anything if he's not in battle.

I strongly feel like he has some sort of ADHD, Depression and CPTSD due to his trauma. (Losing / killing his brother several times, his mother being killed, his father up and disappearing one day, losing his found family repeatedly: Grue, Nell, Jessica... etc)

He'd probably be super understanding of a neurodivergent s/o and be more than happy to "parallel play" in the shop. He reads his magazines on the couch with you while you read a book. Or he'll try to get some semblance of work done at his desk on the occasion while you watch your favorite tv show.

[anarchywoofwoof]

hello, thank you for being here

for those of you who have never visited this blog before and those of you who like my silly little posts each and every day, welcome!

i'm making this pinned post because my follower count has jumped recently, spurred by a mutual, site-wide hatred of mitch mcconnell.

my name is biddy. that is a nickname that i earned by being known for accidentally pushing the wrong button at a previous job... many... many times. my pronouns are literally whatever i do not care. by default, i go by he/him/his but feel free to use whatever floats your canoe.

i am anarchocommunist from the midwest. i believe radical change is needed to our society and that we are already living on borrowed time thanks to the wealthy elite and their government sponsors who ignored climate change for 3 decades.

i was born in 1990 and my retirement date is 2053. as i grapple with the stark reality that i will never have the fortune of retiring and that the world we know will no longer exist by then, i intend to make a furious number of posts about the following things on this blog:

my searing, deep and intense hate of capitalism and the type of society that it creates

my belief that All Cops Are Bastards and the abolition of police and prisons

my wide variety of mental illnesses, the methods i've derived to cope with them

shitposts. lots of shitposts and memes and hahas and hehes and hohos.

if you have to ask yourself "is this sarcastic/ironic/deadpan humor?" the answer is probably a profound, loud and echoing "yes." however, i will aim to be clear about when i am simply being an asshole and when i am addressing something from a serious perspective.

lastly but most certainly not least, if you belong to any of the following categories of human being:

Conservative/Republican

Trump Supporter

Homophobe

Racist/Bigot

TERF

Science Denier (Anti-Vax, Climate Skeptic)

Intolerant Religious Zealot

kindly go fuck yourself and get off my blog. may our paths cross in the midst of the revolution. until then, eat shit and die.