#I see people talking about it being a possibility and it makes me want to rip my hair out

[tuptastic]

service dog discrimination and ableism against service dog handlers isn't just petting a service dog without asking.

it's talking to the dog while they're on duty. no amount of "oh i know I can't pet you but you're so cute!" when you do so at a restaurant while she's laying at my feet makes it okay.

it's pointing the dog out to your kids and encouraging them to get excited and yell when we come close, when all I'm trying to do is grab a package of hot dogs for dinner. or allowing them to follow us around until you trigger a meltdown, and then realize you've fucked up.

it's coming up to ask me questions when she's actively performing task work, and when I inform you she's tasking you proceed to ask questions about her tasks and what she does.

it's being incessant about asking about what my dog is trained to do and what MY issues are, because you can't manage your own curiosity and emotions.

it's recording us and photographing us without my consent. there are at least four recordings of my dog and i in the world somewhere, and i believe photos of us while she's actively been tasking.

it's denying us access to locations on rules that don't exist.

it's refusing to educate yourself on federal ADA and state laws, refusing to listen when i inform you on those laws, and spreading misinformation instead of listening to handlers.

it's hiding us away out of sight so we don't "bother others" when we go out into public under the guise of making the dog comfortable, or "giving us space" when there were plenty of other options that weren't isolated and alone.

its following us through stores and public locations to gawk at my dog.

it's being denied 10+ jobs that otherwise you were loved for because you told them at the end of the phone interview "just so you're aware, I also have a service animal and will be needing accommodations" and suddenly they no longer want you, despite being okay with the wheelchair and crutches. because everyone loves the dog until they have to put in the effort for the handler.

it's speaking to the dog instead of the handler, or ignoring the handler's needs.

it's becoming a public spectacle every time you leave your home, because everyone wants to ask questions, talk to you, and fawn over your dog.

it's being the last thought for an event, or not even a thought at all, with people who know you will always have a service dog accompanying you and require accommodation in all circumstances, whether that be just the dog or dog and wheelchair. its knowing you were not included in the planning, or were expected to leave her behind and put yourself at risk.

its being asked or told to leave your dog at home, because "why do you need them? can't you just go without them?"

its becoming angry when you're asked to leave us alone, and causing the fear of aggression or retaliation for speaking up for yourself.

its people taking your aid less seriously because its a dog, and they only see a cute companion, and it can't possibly be as important as the other aids you rely on, despite her being the thing that has saved your life more than once.

its taking your pets into places they should not be because "you want them there" or "whats the worst that could happen"

its so many little things in my life that add up that most people don't even realize they do, or don't think about, but i think about them and it hurts and it sucks. it is so simple to treat service dogs and service dog handlers with respect. it is so simple to treat disabled people with respect. i want to be left alone and i want people to give my service animal the actual respect she deserves for the work she does, and i want to be included. im so tired.

[anothermariamorales]

Years ago I wanted lip filler. It wasn't as common back then so it didn't feel like it was everywhere. Really glad I didn't though, because I feel like keeping MY face, my features as I inherited them, is an act of rebellion these days. It's not like dysphoria for me, it's just vanity and comparison and feeling like I need an advantage to look prettier to give me further advantages in life.

And now it's like a med spa arms race with everyone "enhancing" their features and either lying about it or acting like it is basic grooming.

I volunteered at SXSW this year and I mostly saw educational or film/tv sessions, but I was put into one session on the beauty track and I haven't been the same since.

I looked out at the crowd and realized the audience of mostly women all pretty much had the same face. I know we've gotten used to seeing Instagram face on, well, Instagram, but the rate at which we encounter those faces in real life is a lot lower than when we're scrolling. Those feeds are not representative of our experiences in the world, where we still encounter some variety and features beyond the limitations of an inoffensive mathematical average. This crowd, however, was also not a representative sample and seeing it in person felt wrong. I was in the uncanny valley and my moderate lips felt thin, my nose felt bulbous, and I listened to the speakers talk about their beauty products that would make us, in the audience, more beautiful with less effort while upholding our values and representing our needs.

Film and TV aren't much better. The crowds at SXSW were mostly people who worked out of sight of the camera and public scrutiny. It's more acceptable to be unattractive because it's not your job to be looked at.

However, I've noticed every time I'm at an event or function for the film and tv industry, everyone is so god damn hot. Pretty privilege is probably more potent in industries where people in power are surrounded by professionally attractive people all the time.

It's pretty much expected for talent to prioritize their looks, to get the treatments and the surgeries as subtly as possible so they can continue competing with the new talent who never had an awkward phase. We look at actors who came up in the 90s and were held up as standards of beauty and applaud them when they delay aging, saying "wow they still look great, what a timeless beauty!" We don't see the irony that even in their "prime" (don't get me started on that phrase) they wouldn't hold up to the current expectations because their features were a little too different, too imperfect, too organic. To top it off, they're getting worse at emoting because their faces can't move naturally anymore. Beautiful in still photography, but film is not a still medium. Still, the aesthetics are being prioritized over the performance.

When it comes to media, low and no-budget indie are my last safe haven. I love watching the talent, who look like people you see all the time. When they're beautiful, they're beautiful in the way that your school crush was. Not perfect, but it doesn't matter because you're attached to them anyway. Sometimes they're not beautiful and it's even better because most people aren't A-list level beauties. I'm not saying beautiful people can't be interesting but, if they are famous as a hot A-lister, they are literally an exceptional beauty and we need more stories that are representative of us.

If we only ever see beauty that takes extraordinary effort or money and we compare ourselves to that, it's going to limit us. We're going to divert our energy and resources to keep up with it or feel bad because we can't keep up with it. Think of all the things we could do if we didn't divert those resources to keep up appearances. All we could do if we weren't too self-conscious or afraid of comparison from brutal audiences to put ourselves out there. We have plenty of people who can portray a story, but we're going to have a shortage of stories worth portraying.

Normalize ugliness. Normalize imperfection. It's so liberating not just for yourself but for everyone who witnesses your refusal to hold yourself back because you're not "pretty enough" to be comfortable with being observed.

We're here to live a life for ourselves. Let the actors worry about the audience.

it is so important that you are a little bit ugly. please get comfortable with having unplucked eyebrows and nonexistent jawlines and wrinkles. let your blue hair grow out into an uneven pale green and your clothes be old and mend them and modify them until they’re unique to you. wear lipstick which doesnt compliment your skintone and mismatched outfits which went out of fashion 5 years ago. be a little bit too loud and a little bit too passionate and as weird as you can be because oh my god there is nothing more disturbing to me than perfection. beauty is manufactured and sold to us and you need to realise that you are a fucking animal to live a joyful life I am so serious. you cant obsess over aesthetics forever please just live messily and make your body your home however you please.

if you dont do it for you, do it for all the teenagers who will see u in the street and know that they are not obligated to be attractive

[meo-juice]

HAII ^^ can i request some headcanons on what it would be like to be part of the bakusquad ? i luvv how u characterize characters <33

being a part of the bakusquad headcanons ✩࿐࿔

͙͘͡ ★ author's note: thank you sm for the request anon!! i hope i can do it justice. bakusquad is bakugou, kirishima, sero, denki, and minaaaaa. requests are open!

͙͘͡ ★ cw: sfw, swearing, mentions of alcohol.

͙͘͡ ★ word count: 603

͙͘͡ ★ dividers by @cafekitsune on tumblr!

being sucked into the whirlwind of a friend group that happens to be the so-called bakusquad (much to it's namesake's dismay), each day brings a new possibility.

being greeted by mina by a knock on your door at the latest hours to paint your toenails and talk the craziest shit known to man. who's hot, who's not, drowning out the low murmur of 13 going on 30 and love island from your tv. she's always ready with hot glue and sequins to make the latest craft trends on tiktok.

kirishima waits for you by the front door every morning to walk you to class and catch up on the tea that he missed the previous night from mina. he is an honorary member of the girls. when the two of you hang out it's all about watching new anime and mocking them when needed. jojo's bizarre adventure is a joint favorite to make fun of but love at the same time.

sero likes to drag you guys out for morning hikes, with many complaints from denki. bakugou will huff but it'll quickly turn into a race for him to make it to the peak first. he always offers a cooldown afterwards with fast food to keep everyone happy. the two of you like to go on long rides with all the windows down blaring everything from taylor swift to radiohead and doing your best 2000's pop punk vocal impressions.

bakugou will greet you in passing each morning, which is a lot for him. sometimes he'll stop by your room to study because, "you're the only other one who fuckin' knows what's goin' on." he secretly just thinks it's nice to work alongside another person and corroborate ideas on paper and in the field.

denki will drag you anywhere and everywhere. sneaking out at 2am to go to the nearest walmart, laser tag and arcades where he always leaves butthurt after you show him what's up. you frequently watch old spongebob episodes and see whatever new games are on steam to try out together.

every friday night is what kirishima has proudly named family game night.

family game night includes several heated (sometimes physical) arguments over mario kart. it truly brings out the worst in people.

when the twister board gets laid out across the floor of whoever's poor soul is hosting that friday, it gets even more intense.

many of the colored circles have been blown through with crispy, blackened edges from bakugou's determined attempts to claim his victory. he never wins. he is about as flexible as a butter knife.

denki tries his hardest to get a couple six-packs back into the dorms. aizawa does in fact catch him every time. they've begun to build up in his own room, he doesn't know what tat kid is trying to drink.

despite friendships almost being broken over blue shells and a right hand on red, the night always ends with a pileup on the couch and a movie that kirishima never gets to pick- he always wants the avengers.

bakugou always heads back to his room before he actually falls asleep, far before anyone else. kirishima goes next, until you one by one drop like flies. it usually ends up with you and sero quietly trying to pick up trash and fold blankets without disturbing the sleeping crowd.

he'll always let you take whatever bed there is, opting for the floor among the tangled bodies below him because he's just too nice.

yet each night you fall asleep feeling the love from your friends. whether they're the type that admits it or not.

͙͘͡ ★ disclaimer: these characters do not belong to me! all written works are my own (meo-juice). please do not repost my work on other sites or apps than tumblr. thank you!

[satkru]

Could you write CakedUp!Male reader part 2? This time maybe past jujutsu students? (Those who were featured in hidden inventory; Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, Nanami, etc)

*๑♡՞ . perverted characters (+ satoru, suguru, ireri) , anal sex , ass eating , unoblivious reader this time! , teasing , possible spoilers for those who havent watched s2 of jjk?? also tysm nonnie for submitting ur req!! i promise i wont do u dirty ,, also I'll probably do this kind of post again but w villain characters if theres a demand for it

SATORU GOJO — ౨ৎ

whenever satoru liked something, he would make it very clear. such as when he develops a new liking towards a sweet, he'll be a nonstop nagger about that certain candy. but on this occasion, his new liking included your ass.

satoru would always lick his lips when he was viewing distance of your ass, taking in every curve, every dip that seeped into your body, every jiggle that occurred when you would take the smallest of steps.

"my god suguru.. i need his fat ass bouncing on my-" geto, unfortunately, was the one who had to listen to gojo's horny thoughts snd every wants. "can you shut up and go ask to hook up or something" "but suguuuuu.. im scared he might reject me..!"

"yea i hope he does so at least you can shut up" suguru chuckled, gojo stared at his best friend with a very serious look on his face, "not funny asshole." the sound of loud music and people talking was the only things that could be heard inside the place.

satoru looked in every crevice and every corner to try to catch a glimpse of you. "suguru i dont think he ca-" and once again, he was cut off by geto's influence, "look over there, by utahime", gojo looked where suguru pointed out.

and there he was, his big booty god. talking to utahime along with a few other guys, "who are those losers next to my man.." satoru gritted his teeth, "dunno, but seriously, go ask him something or risk losing him to another man"

satoru whined a bit but eventually came around, his walk was sped up, wanting to be in y/n's presence as soon as possible. once he did make it to him, the two guys had already left for more drinks. "ahem, heyyyy y/n! crazy to see you here!" satoru said as he put on a fake shocked expression.

y/n turned his head to look at satoru, his sweet face making the tent inside gojo's pants grow. "oh my gosh hi satoru! i havent seen you in forever!" y/n hugged the tall male, stunning him.

"y-yeah.." satoru said, his voice wavering slightly. utahime scoffed at satoru's obvious likeness to y/n, "get your hands off my man you blue eyed bitch" the woman said with distain in her tone. "utaa.. dont be like that, cmon, maybe you can get more drinks for the both of us!"

utahime disliked the fact that her sworn enemy had a chance to be so close with her best friend, but eventually agreed after a couple bribes opposed by y/n. once the woman was out of view, y/n pulled satoru by the shoulder and brought his ear to his mouth.

"cmon gojo, lets go upstairs", such words made gojo's hard on grow inside his pants. "o-okay..! lead the way!" satoru tried his best to keep his footing correct, but the sheer thought of being in bed with the man he's lusted over since freshman year caused him to trip over his feet.

once the two made it up into a secluded room, y/n wasted no time getting into a sloppy makeout session right against the door he and gojo had just entered. "cmon gojo, i see the way you look at me" y/n said breathlessly as he then grabbed both of satoru's hands and brought them to his ass, helping him grope the large amount of mass of ass he had to offer.

gojo certainly thought that this couldnt be happening, everything had happened in a blink of an eye and now he was about to get down and dirty with the hottest guy in his grade. "holy shit.. youre ass is so soft..!" satoru kneaded the skin as if he were a baker, taking in how fat and juicy it looked.

"c'mon, lets get in the bed" y/n giggled as he grabbed gojo's collar once more and pushed him onto the bed. Satoru's head began spinning with how hard he was, he couldnt take the amount of teasing y/n was inflicting onto him. y/n knew this and decided he would help out the man by releasing a bit of that tension built up in his pants.

slowly but surely, y/n carefully and skillfully pulled out satoru's cock from his pants, caring for the thing as if it were a delicate piece of glass. "you're quite hung satoru" y/n purred as he eyed the massive dick in his hands before licking the tip. teasing it and spreading gojo's precum through his mouth.

satoru's head flew back, a mix of emotions quickly running through his body, causing him to twitch and leave his mouth open enough to where drool seeped out and down his cheek. seeing such a sweet reaction from gojo prompted y/n to take his shaft deeper into his mouth, ripping a loud groan from satoru.

"g-god! im not sure if i can handle this much longer..!" gojo stifled through his words, pleasure building up in his abdomen, ready to escape through the tip of his cock. y/n left satoru's cock with a slight pop, "dont disappoint me, babe"

a whimper left gojo's mouth, the word "babe" was sending him into another galaxy but he knew he had to keep himself from giving in too quickly. y/n got up and turned around to shuffle his own pants down, his ass slightly bouncing every time the fabric was shuffled down his rear. satoru was hypnotized by the sight of y/n's bare ass right in front of him, the gelatinous piece of meat spoke to him in a sweet tune.

y/n smirked at the sight of the dazed gojo, who thought the man who was handling the six eyes was such a fool for a big ass? and with that, y/n plunged himself down towards satoru's cock, causing him to let out a surprised moan. "y-youre so tight!" gojo said with utter shock, "i was waiting for you to make a move" y/n said, his tone drenched in lust.

satoru grabbed onto the hips of y/n and began to let out all of the tension built up inside him, all of the times he had jerked off to the thought of y/n bouncing on top of him made satoru drool more than he was before. "c-come on gojo! show a man what you are truly capable of doing!" y/n cheered on gojo, wanting more of his fat cock rearranging his insides.

satoru groaned louder, his climaxing catching up to him sooner than what he wanted it to be. but he continued to plow through y/n's insides as if they were a mere fleshlight. gojo's eyes rolled back in pure bliss, the feeling of skin on skin making him want to cum deep inside his dear y/n.

"can i cum inside you?!" satoru asked with urgency, he knew his climax was near but he still wanted the reassurance that he could release inside y/n. "d-do whatever you want..! just fuck me harder!!" such a lewd sentence through gojo over his metaphoric edge, he wanted to be the best moment of y/n's night and if no one was going to give it to him, he would.

gojo's hips thrusted on their own, slapping against y/n's fat ass causing ripples to shoot throughout the delicate piece of meat. y/n's moans grew louder and his walls began to tighten around satoru's cock, then, a sharp feeling of relief and bliss shot through the two, causing them to tense up and release their loads.

best night of satoru's life.

GETO SUGURU — ౨ৎ

geto and y/n had been dating since their junior year and had just recently reached their senior year. the two were known for being the sweetest and cutest couple around school, but some people didn't like the scent of success coming from the two. although he wasnt envious or jealous of the two, gojo liked stepping in the way of things. making his face well known between the two.

for instance, while walking side by side in the outskirts of the school, both geto and y/n were having a peaceful and quiet moment, embracing each other with their presence. but the moment of silence was soon broken by the sound of gojo's hand slapping y/n's ass, "hey sweet cheeks" the blue eyes freak boy purred. "gojo! what the heck is wrong with you!" y/n hissed as he soothed his reddened ass cheek with a few strokes of his hand. "c'mon n/n dont be dramatic! its not like i slapped the silicon out your ass"

"my ass isnt a fucking bbl asshole!!" y/n retorted back, offended by comment gojo had made. geto scoffed and rolled his eyes, "seriously satoru? cant you see were having a quiet afternoon..", "dont be like that suguruuuu! you guys know you cant be serious while your in the amazing presence of the awesome and powerful satoru gojo, welder of the six eyes cursed technique!" with that, satoru began to playfully flex his muscles and do silly poses to make his toughness known to the two.

"yeah, more like the welder of no common sense, go back to messing with utahime or something" y/n said with a hint of distain in his voice, "n/nnnn!! dont be so mean to me!" gojo cried as if he were a toddler, falling dramatically to his knees and hugging y/n by his legs. unbeknownst to the two sane men who were trying to keep their cool while the most annoying in-training sorcerer bothered them, gojo was slowly gliding his hand up y/n's thigh and grabbing a handful of his ass. earning a surprised yelp from the man.

"gojo! seriously stop groping me like im one of your stupid girlfriends!" y/n whined as he tried to pry gojo's hand off of his ass, but he wouldnt budge. "satoru, let go of y/n. now" suguru's voice had deepened the last time he talked, making his certainty known to the otherwise dense satoru. gojo slowly let go of y/n and began to rise from where he was originally sitting. "yes sir.." satoru replied as he bowed his head. "i was messing with you dumbass" "hey! i am no such thing!!".

the two went on a yapping session before eventually gojo had to leave for a mission. leaving the two alone and in silence once again, geto grabbed y/n's hand and darted to his dorm, wasting not a second and quickly closing his door and locking it. "suguru? is everything okay? this is really-" y/n was cut off by a shaky kiss from geto. "fuck, just get on the bed and take your clothes off already".

y/n's face grew bright red, such a straight and forward command from geto wasnt out of the ordinary but such a lewd command was very much not like him. y/n shuffled his way to suguru's bed, taking off his uniform and undergarments. "we only have 10 minutes left of free time, i'll make this quick" suguru said breathlessly, his actions were filled with urgency. "suguru, seriously, whats up with you?" y/n asked as he lied himself down on geto's bed. geto took a deep breath in and sighed heavily.

"the way satoru acted towards you.. god, it pissed me off so bad" suguru admitted, his face flushed red from embarrassment. y/n's confused and concerned face contorted into one of smugness, "is that so?" he asked, geto grimaced and nodded his head. "hm, then we can show that blue eyed asshole who really owns this ass" y/n grinned as he raised his ass in the air, tossing the weight of his rear on each legs, causing ripples to spread across his ass.

the boner in suguru's pants grew harder, twitching, wanting to be freed from its confinements. "get your phone out and start recording would ya?" y/n asked as he wobbled his ass in front of suguru, as if he were the bait and geto was the fish. geto hurriedly took his phone out of his pants and ripped open a condom from his drawer, wasting no time to slip it on.

positioning himself behind the desirable piece of ass, geto slowly entered himself into his boyfriend's tight hole. soft curses and breathy groans left his mouth as he continued to slip the rest of his boner inside of y/n, who was moaning his ass off as suguru slowly put his hard cock inside him. once the grueling task of putting suguru's cock in was done, geto couldnt wait any longer and began to thrust harder than he had before.

such a harsh action took y/n by surprise and he couldnt help but tighten more around geto's cock, causing him to let out more audible groans. suguru grabbed y/n's hips to gain a more steady rhythm, his phone on one hand, "god youre sucking me in so nice y/n.." geto moaned out as he slowly began to feel his climax reaching to him.

"y-your phone suguru..! dont cum inside me until you get a good video to send to that asshole!" y/n yelled as drool seeped down from his mouth, geto nodded vigorously as he let go of y/n's hip and flipped his phone, steading his shakey hand and began to record the plowing.

both parties were obviously on the verge of cumming their brains out, and doing it on tape didn't sound like a bad idea. y/n dove his head into the pillow as he moaned loudly, his cock spurting out cum like it was his first time ejaculating. geto wasnt too far behind, as a few more plaps and his load was inside y/n's guts.

the two breathed heavily, the room was filled with steam and the scent of sex. the quick sound of a click made it clear that geto was done with his recording and sent it off to that smug son of a bitch gojo. "you being jealous was pretty hot" y/n said inbetween breaths, "shut your mouth already" geto replied with a slight chuckle. maybe having gojo around wasnt as bad as he thought.

shoko ieiri — ♡

having shoko has a smoker buddy was as great as you could imagine. she wasnt stingy with her cigars, nor was she overprotective about her lighter as others would be. plus, who wouldnt like a hot brunette who gives you free head all day and all night?

the night was still young and the smell of smoke was all the two exchanged. "chill night ay?" y/n spoke with a draw of smoke from his mouth, "surprisingly so" shoko replied. both of her roommates were gone for the night, something about a huge party but shoko wasnt as excited as they were about it so she decided against leaving her dorm.

"shouldnt you be worried about your roommates chewing your head off about you smoking in the room?" y/n asked with a hint of fake sympathy for both of shoko's friends who were obvious non-smokers. "youre doing the same thing dickhead" she spoke with a chuckle, "yea but im near the window so my smoking doesnt count". shoko raised a brow as she looked at y/n, "is that so?"

ieiri hopped off her bed and walked slowly towards the boy near the window, taking his cigarette and swapping it with hers. "ew, did you even wash your teeth before this" y/n asked, recoiling in his stance before he drew a swig from the cigar in his mouth. "does it matter? you still would've used it even if i didnt" shoko rolled her eyes, faking her annoyance of y/n.

"maybe i wouldve, but its still gross" y/n couldnt help but gaze slightly at shoko's parted lips, they were more plump than usual and had more shine than he usually saw on them. sure he's felt them on his own but something about the lighting of the dorm mixed with the darkness of the outside made them stand out more. "has anyone told you that you had pretty lips?" shoko hummed in confusion as he took in the question.

"nope" the brunette replied, her gaze not moving from the wilderness outside of the window. y/n grabbed shoko's chin and gently pulled her to face him, he took out his cigar and took out her's as well. y/n looked into shoko's eyes, mesmerized by the doe look in them. slowly, he pulled her in and locked lips.

something the kiss they were sharing felt different than the others, strings were being attached but at a slow enough pace to where they both couldnt notice. the slight swap of their saliva made the kiss more hungry, almost reaching the point of desperation for one another. shoko quickly pulled away before falling down onto her knees and pulling down y/n's pants.

luckily for her, y/n was feeling lazy that night and didnt feel like putting on underwear. shoko's hands quickly grasped the mountains of ass behind y/n, "fuck, ive never been able to tell you how much i love this ass" with a quick slap and a slight yelp from y/n, shoko dove head first into y/n's cock, licking the bulging veins she felt touching the walls of her mouth.

as she sucked, her hands kneaded y/n's ass, watching her fingers sink and then rise as she placed and released pressure. y/n grabbed shoko's hair and pulled her closer, to the point where her nose made contact with his pelvis. "fuck, just like that ieiri, just like that" breathy praises leaked out of the man's mouth, not being able to contain his voice with the amount of pleasure he was feeling.

shoko didnt mind the sudden pull by y/n, in fact, she enjoyed it. being able to grab more meat from y/n's beautiful, jiggly ass. she had dreams about her face being the seat that carried y/n's butt off the floor, even having lewd fantasies when she was on the verge of sleep in yaga's class.

"im gonna cum..!" y/n said with lust laced in his tone, his hand's glided down shoko's back, angling him to shove more meat down the girl's throat. finally, after a couple more seconds of the sound of gurgling from shoko, y/n's abdomen popped, letting out thick ropes of semen down the brunettes's throat.

ieiri quickly pushed herself off of y/n, wiping some cum off of her mouth before standing up again. "lay on my bed" she commanded, "oh? are you gonna ride me this time?" y/n cooed, drool dripping from his mouth from the lewd thought. "what? no im gonna eat your ass" shoko said with all seriousness in her tone, y/n's face dropped and was replaced with an expression of pure terror.

"what?! thats a terrible idea!!!" y/n yelled, his masculinity was on the line and it was seriously affecting him mentally. "is it? you havent even tried to have your ass eaten" shoko tch'd, annoyed she was going to have to put her fantasies to the side, "youre seriously crazy if you think im going to let you do that!".

ieiri sighed deeply, "i sucked your dick for free at least let me do this with that precious piece of ass behind you" y/n's face grew red, the simple mention of his more than average sized ass was an insecurity of his of sorts, mostly due to him being teased by many others for it and being the victim of gropings by his friends made him want an ass reduction.

y/n's eyes shifted from side to side, his mind deep into thought. "fine.. but just this once..!" he said, his voice unsteady and filled with embarrassment. shoko giggled, "sounds good to me!" she said giddily. y/n shuffled towards the bed, embarrassment plastered across his entire face as he laid down with his ass up and his head in shoko's pillow.

a pretty sight for ieiri indeed, nothing was going to get inbetween her love for her fwb's ass. she quickly dove into the bed and placed her hands on y/n's ass, spreading the two mounds of meat apart. for a man who didnt like his ass much, his hole was certainly spotless and cleanly shaven. "how pretty" shoko said in a teasing tone, y/n just shoved his head deeper into her pillow and grumbled in response to the girl's tease.

shoko chuckled lightly before shifting her attention back to the hole in front of her. slowly leaning in, her tongue lapped at the entrance, dancing around the rim with such expertise. her tongue slowly punctured the opening, causing y/n to gasp into the pillow hiding his face. shoko's tongue traveled deeper into y/n's hole, his tightness felt so good on her muscle it made herself more wet. ieiri moved her hands off of y/n's ass and trailed to his thighs, making her more able to pull his body towards her.

shoko then started to thrust her tongue in and out of y/n's ass, causing the male to let out soft and broken moans, most likely caused by him wanting to keep his voice down to not alert anyone outside the room. however, shoko didnt care about his noise, all she cared about at that time was opening up y/n's tight hole. she precisely licked every wall she could and shoved her head deeper within the crevice of y/n's ass.

"fuck, how are you so good at this" y/n shakily asked, his cock dripping precum onto shoko's sheets. shoko just hummed, the vibration from the hum traveled from her vocals to her tongue, causing a slight but distinct sensation inside of y/n, like a vibrator on its lowest setting. y/n groaned, pre was increasing in its drip rate and the lewdness from the experience was getting to him.

shoko noticed y/n's faint twitches, and wanting to get more reactions out of him, she guided her hand down towards his begging cock. the sudden warmness from shoko's hand causes y/n to yelp, almost like a girl as most would say. slowly, shoko stroked the aching cock in her hand, causing y/n's groans to increase in volume.

"faster shoko.." he begged, his dignity was already out the window the moment he agreed to this so whats the harm in a little begging? shoko heeded his request and began to speed up her pace, along with the pace her tongue was thrusting at. y/n's groans turned into loud and desperate moans, he was loving the feeling of shoko's face deep in his ass and was falling in love with the sensation of her tongue digging him out.

"keep going shoko! fuck you're making me feel so good" y/n cried out, he felt how slick shoko's hand was getting from all his pre and it was turning him on so hard. ieiri dug deeper inside y/n and increased her stroking pace, leaving y/n breathless and a moaning mess. "there shoko! holy shit im so close" shoko continued to tongue-fuck y/n's hole, the feeling was unreal and all of this was turning her on to the maximum.

y/n's voice hitched as he finally reached his breaking point, cum gushed out of his tip and drool seeped out of his mouth, dripping onto shoko's pillow. "mm, you tasted pretty good" shoko added, swiping off her drool from her lips and chin. y/n just laid there, embarrassed out of his mind and tongue fucked into oblivion.

"oh shokooo! we brought you—" the white haired male's eyes widened as he saw the scene in front of him, "holy shit" another called out from behind him. y/n quickly turned his gaze to them, "g-get out!!" he retorted, his pride shattered into a million pieces. the room was filled with silence. "do you have room for one more..?" "two more actually?"

[deswhomst]

i went into ginny and georgia season 3 like “oh this is that one guilty pleasure kinda cringey show ive liked for a few years now” but omg the writing this season was so good !!!! it was a masterpiece imo. i did not expect all that to happen—plus the acting!!! it was so well done i’m actually weirdly proud of it. dumping some thoughts here

S3 SPOILERS:

i used to really like paul but he disappointed me baddd. i’m not saying his situation was completely easy but he totally abandoned them (including ginny and austin) and i lost all respect when he hit the wall beside georgia—and i GET that georgia faking a pregnancy was wrong, too, but he got violent and that’s never okay imo.

i am SO happy that ginny confronted zion about being absent, too, because everyone keeps saying that zion is such a great father and while he’s not horrible, he has definitely lived his life while georgia had to give hers up. yes it was her choice but he could’ve fought harder, too. so im not saying i hate him or he’s totally bad but i like that there was accountability for that this season.

ginny and georgia!!! <333 i feel like this is the closest the two have ever been and i recognize the situation was very fucked up and traumatizing but i loved them being in each other’s corner. really embodied the us against the world thing

poor austin oh MY GOD he framed his own father for a murder he saw his mother commit that’s insaneee. he’s never ever going to be okay after this because even if his dad was an asshole, it was still his dad and he was good to austin so it’s bound to be scarring. like austin chose georgia over gil because like ginny said it came down to either his mom going to prison or his dad and that’s not a choice a kid should ever have to make

also see the way georgia has never once bad mouthed gil to austin even tho he abused her bc she wanted him to have a good image of his dad but gil started talking shit about georgia to austin the second he could says a lot

that scene where the CPS people (?) took ginny and austin from georgia’s house was so so sad

really enjoyed ginny and abby’s friendship this season

and omg max :(( i felt so incredibly bad for her. putting aside all the drama with her friends, the way she looked after marcus this season was so precious. she knew that if she told her parents, he wouldn’t talk to her, but she cared about him and did the right thing ultimately—i’m sure someday marcus will realise that she was really there for him and she possibly saved his life by pushing him to get the help he needs.

coming to her friends, they were genuinely mean to her a lot. max was unfair in the previous season but she clearly learnt from it and grew as a person and she kept thinking that she was the problem for a while but they did genuinely leave her out quite a lot and that never ever feels good.

the way when ginny got pregnant all she needed was her mom :((

JOE PUNCHED GIL !!!! JOE PUNCHED GIL !!!!

JOE AND GEORGIA KISSED !!!! they’re so endgame it has been obvious from the beginning but i’ll be honest i did start having my doubts when paul & georgia seemed to be doing so well. that ship has drowned now lmaoo BUT OMG THAT BABY BETTER NOT BE PAUL’S </3

also i’m kinda?? idk, happy for georgia? if she decided to keep the kid, that is, because she had ginny and austin when she was very very young and not at all stable so if she were to have a baby now in a better position in life that could be healing for her and maybe the cycle of traumatizing her children could finally end but who knows we will see. also would understand if she doesn’t want to have the baby but knowing georgia she probably will have it

[ms-interpret]

Im an atheist and yeah, it is annoying honestly. This is one of the first times i think ive seen someone else in the wild posting about this phenomenon.

Im gonna rant a little bit about my experience with it.

(Piss poor reding comprehension disclaimer: this is based on my personal experiences and things that have stood out in my life, not a universal truth and there is use of hyperbole because im speaking genrally and not trying to be overly specific)

I find that it is very hard to just exist as an atheist when people go around talking about their beliefs and not have the matter of stating what you believe be taken as an invitation for people to challenge you.

Yet i have to be polite and "not be rude" about everyone elses beliefs and let them think and say what they want since (usually) it hurts no one to do so and helps them cope with their life.

But if i say what i think is equally true as my world view, then im being rude by default / closed minded? It is instantly taken ofense to or seen as combative since its in direct opposition to their view. And instead of acknowledging that and letting live and let live be a thing the have to push. Because their diety/deities want it or they can't handle it being called into question even conceptionally and shaking their coping mechanisms. So in order to be respectful i cant say anything and or have to allow for the possibility of others being right aka be open to soft conversion to their view and thus inherently undermine my own? But they dont every have to, in that same conversation, conceed that maybe im right and there is no divine anything?

You try and make a christian admit that there is a chance that actually the flying spaghetti monster is real and the pastafarians are right and if they dont then they're being closed minded, smug, and rude.

Not gonna happen plus you're being an asshole trying to be a missionary forcing them to acknowledge your belief or else they're a jerk and a bad person. And you dont do that / we know how unwelcome missionaries are (jehova witness at the door anyone? They purposefully use those exchanges to strengthen their followers bonds and cult mentality because of the expected rejection because again: forcing others to acknowledge your belief system must have some kind of legitimacy is understood and expected to be seen as rude.)

But atheists inherently by existing are tested and are rude if they cant meet some magic idea of proof they're not agnostic or they're smug attention seekers if they dont admit the possibility because then they're turning their backs on science. Because the atheists belief/lack of blief in the divine by default is in direct contradiction to other theists.

More often than not there is a reasoning for why they dont allow for the possibility of the divine and how it lines up with the scientific world view. (Example: i personlly don't think there is any higher power in the same way i don't think magic (like from fantasy stories) exists. Anything that is behaving like magic or from divine intervention is just a level of science we dont understand yet. We will figure it out eventually on a long enough timeline, but for now we dont have the tools or methods to do so just yet. See the history of medicine evolving as we understand more about illness and cures for the body. I dont have to admit to a possible divine thing in order to reject it and have a scientific compatible reasoning for why.)

It is just frustrating that so often people are not comfortable enough with their own self or accomodating enough to give space for an alternate world view without having to make a big deal about it and test it. Like im sorry but not sorry that me saying your divine whatever is not real makes you so vulnerable and defensive that you need to make sure i comfort you by allowing for the possibility of your mental safety blanket even if it puts the emotional labor of regulating your personal emotions onto me. And i have to be the bigger person and hande that with grace and allow the testing scrutiny because otherwise im the one being rude or smug to you by standing by what i believe in without proving myself to you?

I have to prove myself to you because you cant smile and nod and let people be with a polite acknowledgement of them sharing their world view? (In the same whay you nod or make a confirmation to someone that you heard them or are listening still kind of way i mean.) And importantly, acknowledgement without testing and without feeling like you can get a "gotcha" moment out of me?

Its not coming in and trying to be smug at others to say what you think just because it is in direct conflict with others world view. It is not smug to have reasons why they have the lack of belief in the divine that makes others subconciouses bristle because it is against something that seems obvious and fundamental to them. Its not smug to not want to have to prove yourself every time you say wht your view is. We dont argue with every bhuddist or jew or christian or muslim to make sure they have an airtight case for their beliefs. Often people will jut smile and nod and accept it as part of them and move forward.

Thaat would be nice. That or if you're gonna force them to have to admit a possibility then you have to admit you could be wrong too in the same breath at least.

There's something about atheism that I've repeatedly tried and failed to put into words on several posts on this blog but I think I finally got it.

Atheists are the only religious minority who, even (or sometimes even *especially*) in ostensibly progressive spaces are not allowed to ever act like they're sure of their beliefs.

[obvithe-bestsoph]

A fic with no. 9 and 62 please. An angsty fic with Pedri where he make a mistake (not something like cheating pls) but with a happy ending. Love your work BTW ❤️

No. 62 | "Believe me, I didn't want it to come to this." PG8

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prompt list (if you request a prompt, please request a player for it as well!) warnings: a little angsty. mentions of pedri's being injured. a/n: this is set a few seasons back!

You hadn’t planned on raising your voice.

Not tonight, not after the week you’d had. But then again, you hadn’t planned on crying in the kitchen either.

Pedri stands in front of you, arms limp at his sides like he doesn’t know how to carry the weight of what he’s done. You can tell he wants to close the space between you, to hold you the way he always does when you get overwhelmed. But this time, it’s because of him.

So no, you don’t move.

“You promised, Pedri.” Your voice cracks right at the edge, like a glass that’s been dropped but hasn’t shattered yet. “You looked me in the eyes and promised that if it ever got too much, you’d talk to me. Not shut me out. Not lie.”

He winces. It’s not dramatic or defensive, it’s just quiet, like he knows he messed up and isn’t trying to excuse it. That makes it worse somehow.

“I didn’t lie,” he says, but even he doesn’t sound like he believes it. “I just… didn’t tell you.”

You cross your arms, lips trembling. “That’s the same thing.”

And maybe it’s not, not technically, but when it feels like your heart’s been stepped on, the line between omission and dishonesty blurs.

He hadn’t told you about the injury. Not when it first happened, not when it worsened. He’d played through the pain, forced his body to keep going just to prove he could handle it, and now he was benched indefinitely.

You’d found out from a press briefing.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” he says. His voice is low, hoarse. “You were already so stressed with work and everything going on with your family, and I thought—I thought I could handle it.”

You shake your head. “You keep thinking that love means handling things alone, but it doesn’t. That’s not what we are. That’s not what I signed up for.”

He takes a slow step forward, and this time, you don’t stop him. You just stare at him, like you’re trying to figure out whether you still recognize the boy in front of you.

He breathes in deeply, eyes searching yours like they might offer forgiveness he hasn’t earned yet.

“Believe me, I didn’t want it to come to this.” His voice wavers. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I was trying to protect you in the worst possible way. And I know that doesn’t make it okay. I just…”

He pauses, jaw tightening like he’s trying to keep something in.

“I didn’t want to feel weak in front of you. I didn’t want you to look at me like I couldn’t take it.”

Oh.

There it is.

You feel the anger start to loosen its grip around your ribs, just a little, replaced by something heavier. Sadder. You finally let your arms fall to your sides, heart aching with the weight of it all.

“Pedri,” you say, gentler this time. “You’re not weak. You’ve never been. But you do have to let people be there for you. Otherwise, what’s the point?”

He nods slowly, eyes glassy now.

“I know. I know that now.”

Silence settles between you, thick but not hostile anymore. You hate the way you feel it in your chest, like a bruise that keeps blooming.

“I was scared,” he admits, almost like a confession. “Of losing control. Of not being good enough. Of being a disappointment. I didn’t want to see that look on your face.”

“What look?”

He swallows. “The one you’re giving me now.”

You blink. You hadn’t realized your expression had twisted into something unreadable.

So you soften it. Step closer. Place your hand on his chest, over his heart, where you can feel it thudding under your palm.

“I’m not disappointed in you,” you whisper. “I’m hurt. There’s a difference.”

His arms wrap around you instantly, and this time, you let yourself fall into him. Not because everything is fixed, but because you can feel him trying. Because sometimes forgiveness starts with a single step forward.

He presses his forehead to yours. “I’ll do better. I swear I will. No more hiding. No more shutting you out.”

“Even if it’s ugly?”

He nods. “Especially then.”

You nod too, because you believe him. Not blindly. Not without caution. But enough.

You stay like that for a while, pressed into his chest while the storm finally calms around you. You don’t need the perfect words or grand gestures. Just this—his warmth, his presence, the steady rhythm of his heart.

Eventually, he kisses your forehead, like it’s a promise.

“I love you,” he murmurs, voice thick. “Even when I get it wrong. Especially then.”

Your chest tightens all over again, but this time for the right reasons.

“I love you, too,” you whisper. “Even when you’re an idiot.”

He laughs, soft and breathless, and it’s the first sound that feels like sunlight breaking through.

You glance up at him, one brow raised. “But you’re doing the physio. Every session. No skipping.”

“Deal,” he says, grinning a little now. “As long as you stay with me while I do.”

You mock-sigh. “I guess I can pencil in time to watch you suffer.”

“Wow,” he teases. “Romantic.”

You smirk and poke his chest. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

And even though the hurt still lingers like an aftertaste, you let yourself smile.

Because love isn’t about getting everything right the first time. It’s about messing up and choosing to show up anyway. About learning how to hold each other better the next time you fall.

And right now, in this quiet kitchen with Pedri’s arms around you and the worst finally behind you, you know one thing for sure.

You’re both still choosing each other.

And that’s enough.

[wosoafc]

Young hearts run free - Part 1

Pairings: Alessia x Leah x Reader, Kyra x Grace, Steph x Russo!Sister

Authors note: Finally I get to release the first part of my arsenal champions league fic. It's is going to be three party so stay tuned for more, this is more of an introduction. In the first chapter you're gonna see a lot of kyra x grace, the other two chapters will focus more on the other pairings. I hope you enjoy it and would be very happy about feedback and comments!

Warnings: suggestive, Smut in later parts!

Words: about 3k

It was the 22nd may 2025, one day before the biggest game of kyras life so far. The arsenal team has already arrived in lisbon and just finished a light training session to get ready for tomorrow. Kyra still couldn’t quite believe what was happening those last few weeks. And now it was almost time for the final, the moment they have all been working for so hard. But that wasn’t the only big thing going on in kyras life right now.

A few months ago one of her best friends charlie grant invited her over for some birthday celebration, including charlies ex teammate grace clinton. From the moment Grace said hello to kyra the older women was gone. Kyra has never had a serious relationship, too focused on her career. But when she got to know grace a bit better she instantly knew that she wanted to change that fact. Nevertheless Kyra was nervous about the whole situation. She didn’t even know if grace was into women, or if she would ever be interested in her. Kyra was good at a lot of things, but flirting was none of them. 

So later that evening kyras thoughts were spiralling around the younger girl once again. She decided to take a walk and clear her mind, knowing there were more important things right now. She settled down on a bench outside their hotel. But like always she ended up with her phone in her hand, instagram opened, scrolling through graces profile. Studying every picture like she was trying to figure out a puzzle, overthinking what to do about that damn crush. Suddendly someone taps her on the shoulder which makes kyra jump up, phone landing on the ground.

„God Steph you can’t scare me like that!“ Kyra groans and checks her phone, lucky that the screen is still intact. „Sorry mate, just wanted to check on you“ Steph apologizes but sits down next to kyra, not intending to leave. „Yeh thanks, wanted to clear my mind a bit out here“ Kyra smiles lightly and sits back down next to steph. After a few moments steph breaks the silence „How are you feeling? Do you think we can do it?“ she asks quietly. Kyra turns her face and looks at steph for a moment before answering „I really think we can…are you nervous?“ she asks and steph just nods, clearly feeling those nerves creeping up. „I just…i think we really deserve it kyra“ steph then adds and lays her arm around kyras shoulder to pull her in a hug. They stay like this for a while before Steph starts speaking again. „Dean didn’t even text me“ she mumbles, trying to hold back a tear. Kyra looks up at her national team captain with a worried face. She knew that Steph has had a tough year. But to be honest Steph never really talked to her about that stuff. „Hey Stephy“ Kyra pulls her into a hug „We are going to win this for you“ kyra says gently, trying to give as much comfort as possible. Steph has always been a role model and like a big sister since she moved to arsenal. Looking after her, keeping her in check and being there for kyra whenever she felt homesick or alone.

It was hard moving away from australia at such a young age. She missed her family, especially her mum. But Steph has always been her rock, family away from home. So Kyra wanted to be there for her teammate and friend as well, especially in situations like that.

Steph just nods and pulls kyra closer, taking in her warmth and comfort. She tried to keep it together those last few months and stay professional but it was hard, really hard. Just like Kyra Steph missed her home, missed her people. And that break up…it teared her apart. On the outside it might seem that she took it well, that she was over him, but on the inside her emotions could not be more different. Sometimes she managed to forget, to just be in the moment. But at times like this the emotions all came back, hitting her right in the chest. She always imagined that her ex fiancee would be beside her if she’d ever get to a final like this, cheering her on and being her biggest fan. But he only managed to hurt her, leaving her by herself. 

They stayed like that for a while, steph slowly calming down by the lone presence of kyra and her arms around her. Finally they pull a part and kyra rests her head on stephs shoulder. „Is grace coming?“ Steph asks after a few seconds which leads to kyra looking up with a frown, not expecting that question. „Oh ehm how…why do you ask me that?“ she tries to play it cool but completely fails while playing with her hoodie. Steph smiles warmly and ruffles kyras hair „Mate i know you fancy her“ steph grins but kyra just has to blush deeply, overthrown by that reveal. „I don’t…I – she….I don’t know steph. I’ve never felt like that before“ Kyra finally confesses and rests her head back on stephs shoulder. „Thats cute…so is he coming?“ steph asks again, not able to contain a smile when she looks at the still blushing kyra who just nods. „You’re gonna be fine kyra, just be yourself“ steph then reassures her, sensing the younger girls insecurities. „But I’m annoying…and childish and silly. Why would she like me?“ kyra sighs but steph takes kyras wrists and looks at her in all seriousness. „Kyra you are also warm, and loving and fucking handsome. So don’t talk about yourself like that“ she reassures kyra which makes the brunette laugh slightly while mumbling a little thanks. 

They stay on the bench for a little longer, mostly just enjoying each others company and taking the last sunstreams in. Finally the two woman decide it’s time to head back to the hotel to get ready for the biggest day of their life so far. Even though kyra is still feeling nervous about tomorrow, steph once again managed to make her feel safe. 

The hotel room buzzes with quiet energy, despite the late hour. The lights are dimmed, the city hum outside barely cutting through the thick blackout curtains. There’s a half-eaten packet of sour gummies between you and Alessia on the bed, and Leah’s lounging across the armchair with her legs dangling over the side, scrolling aimlessly through something on her phone.

“You’d think they’d at least give us snacks that aren’t shaped like worms,” Alessia says, holding up a red-and-blue tangle of gelatin. “It’s disrespectful.”

You snort, adjusting your hoodie as you nudge Alessia’s shoulder. „You usually love every kind of snack babe“.

Alessia shrugs and turns to her side, then her back again, apparently unable to settle down. 

Leah finally looks up, one brow arched. “Lessi are you nervous?“

Alessia sits up indignantly. “Yes i am Leah what do you think. It’s only the biggest day of our lives tomorrow“ Alessia snorts and you chuckle but then throw an arm around her and pull her close.

Leah stretches with a soft grunt, shirt riding up just a little to reveal the curve of her toned stomach. 

“You nervous?” she asks, now directing the question at you as she walks toward the bed.

“A bit,” you admit. “It’s a big game. Big stage.”

“And you’ll smash it,” she says firmly. “You’ve been ridiculous in training. Like... freak-level good. Both of you.”

You blush at the compliment, never good at taking it but appreciating leahs words. „What about you ms. Arsenal, no nerves at all?“ you ask leah who flops down next to after making everything ready to go to bed.

Leah shrugs and thinks for a few seconds before she speaks „Surprislingly not. I know we have an amazing team, especially the front line“ with that she nudges her two girlfriends „and i get to control what happens in the back.“ 

Less turns around so she can face leah while pulling the blanket over the three of them. „Maybe you should help us with our nerves then“ she grins and wiggles even closer. You and leah just have to chuckle but you also notice leahs eyes going slightly darker. „Oh lessi you always seem so innocent but have the best ideas“ leah smirks and leans over you to give alessia a soft kiss. You just enjoy the sight above you, your gorgeous girlfriends making out. But right as leah turns her attention to you, her hand riding up your stomach, you have to stop her.

„Babe you know my rule. No sex before match day“ you pull her hand away and both girls sigh simultaneously. „You two can go ahead though“ you add, not wanting to stop them. „Nah, it’s no fun with leah“ alessia shakes her head but grins teasingly at leah. The older women shoves her to the side in response and attacks her with a few tickles. „Alessia don’t be so naughty, you’ll regret it“ leah warns her when they both finally cath a breath from play fighting. „Or what?“ less grins and you can’t contain a giggle at the whole situation.

The dynamics between you two are always like this. Alessia manage to tease leah out of her strict facade and knows exactly how to wind her up. (Playfully) Critisizing her food choices, messiness or abilities in the bedroom are always a safe call for that. In the meantime you just enjoy watching your two girls bickering while they bend over backwards (with alessias clumsiness that is not just an expression) to make you laugh. 

Finally, after a bit more teasing but a lot more talking your nerves are starting to settle. It’s way after bedtime so when you finally turn off the lights leah almost immediately falls asleep. You can still feel less turning and turning until you gently intertwine your hands. „Lessi we got this, go to sleep“ you whisper in her ear and then pull her closer to kiss her neck and lay your arm around her waist. It helps calming alessia down so a few minutes later you two are also falling into a deep slumber, ready to face the biggest game of your life.

As soon as the final whistle blew kyra ran onto the pitch, arm in arm with alessia. They’ve really done it, against all odds arsenal has won the champions league. Emotions where high, tears were falling freely and everything was quite overwhelming. Only after they’ve received their medals and lifted the throphy the players have a chance to calm down a bit, take it all in. Kyra just looks into the crowd, overwhelmed by her teams achievment. Just a few minutes after she settled onto the crowd, enjoying the athmosphere, a familiar figures sits down next to her.

„Hey there champ“ steph grins over to kyra, australian flag draped over her back. Kyra grins back as well and turns her head towards steph. That’s when it hits her how much steph really means to her. Kyras eyes are getting glassy and she has to sniffle a little bit which leads to a worried look on steops face. „Hey ky whats up?“ she asks and throws one arm around kyras shoulder to pull her closer. „I-I’m just so happy for you stephy“ kyra sniffles which basically breaks stephs heart, making her all emotional as well. In response she pulls Kyra into a tight hug, not finding the right words at the moment. But after a few seconds kyra pulls away and looks steph in the eyes, with a serious expression. „Steph I…thank you for everything. Here and on national camp and just…you’re really like a big sister. I couldn’t do it without you. And…And with everything you have had to go through this last year…you deserve this more than anyone“ Kyra rambles on, trying to make steph realize how important she is to the younger women. „Oh Kyra“ Steph presses out, tears flowing freely now and pulling her close again. „I am proud of you as well“ she adds after a few moments of comfortable silence. They stay like this for a while, enjyoing each others company. A lot of the families have flown over for the game, but neither kyra or steph had anyone there. So they watched on, appreacting one another even more in situations like this. 

The melancholic atmosphere shifts when they enter the cabins. Leah ist already connected tot he speaker, Katie immediately showered everyone in champagne and it was clear that the party was just about to begin. 

„Heeey my DJ“ Less yells across the room before sprinting towards leah and lifting her up. Leah laughs and tries to get down but less just keeps her close in those strong arms, leah never really stood a chance against her. „Put me down lessi!“ leah yells but can’t contain the big smile plastered on her face. Less finally lets her back tot he ground but doesn’t let go of the older women, pulling her towards her by the waist. „Where’s the other menace?“ Leah smirks and looks around, looking for you. You were currently in deep talks with renee about the match, not quite able to cool down from it. „Being a managers pet, like always…“ Less points to you but there’s already a grin forming on her face. „Think we should change that?“ Leah asks, recognizing that smirk rightaway. „Definitely, let’s send her on a champagne slide. I throw her and you provide the champagne?“ Less forms a plan and leah just nods, already locating several bottles of champagne. 

You can see from the side of your eye how both of your girlfriends are approaching you with a devilish grin on their face. „Sorry Renee we have to steal your favourite“ less grins at the manager and takes a big sip of champagne before pouring some of it down your throat. „You are going on a trip honey“ she whispers before grabbing you at the waist, lifting you up easily. You can’t contain a shriek, not quite sure what is happening. Renee has by now retreated to a safer, and drier corner of the dressing room, laughing at your girlfriends antics. That’s when you spot Leah, pouring champagne on the floor and turning up the music a notch.

„Alright who wants to see our star striker slide in champagne?“ Leah yells into the crowd wich earns her a big applause and several woos of encouragement. As soon as she’s finished her masterpiece on the floor leah walks over to you, trying to get out of alessias arms. „No guys i’m gonna be all wet!“ You plead but can’t contain a grin. „That’s the point“ alessia tickles you until you stay still, realizing how lost the situation was. „Even though I could think of better ways to make you wet“ Leah adds with a smirk and a light tap on your bum.“ The comment makes you blush furiously while pushing leah playfully away, muttering a little „perv“. 

„Guys you have a room for that, let her go now because i am going to do that next“ beth interrupts their little flirtations. With a lot of cheering and champagne spraying from the team alessia slides you across the room, right beneath leahs legs who just looks down at you with a big grin. „You look good on your knees“ she whispers but your answer was interrupted by Beth sliding right into you. This night was going to be unforgettable.

The bass was already thudding through the walls of the club, when the team bus pulled up to the private entrance. The moment the players spilled out of the bus, everybody wearing their „Champions 25“ shirt, the vibe shifted. 

“Alright,” Katie McCabe declared as she stepped onto the stage, “If anyone’s still sober in 20 minutes, I’m personally taking it as a failure.”

Inside, the venue was glowing, a DJ spun early 2000s bangers while jess glyn, yes arsenal is this cool, was getting ready to perform.

As the group filtered in, drinks were handed out like confetti. Someone passed you a prosecco before you even found your footing.

“Don’t ask questions tonight” Steph grinned. “Just drink.” You clinked glasses with Alessia, who was already halfway through hers. “She’s double parked,” Leah commented, nodding to the two drinks in Alessia’s hands. “She’s an athlete,” you countered. “Hydration is key.” “You two are gonna be so annoying tonight,” Leah muttered, but she smiled as she said it.

In the corner, Kyra was nervously smoothing her shirt, glancing toward the entrance every five seconds. “She’s looking for her little crush,” Steph whispered as she appeared beside you with a knowing grin.

You followed her gaze, and yep. Grace Clinton had just walked in, cheeks flushed from the Lisbon heat.

That’s when Kyra made a choking sound and disappeared behind a large potted plant.

Steph burst out laughing. “She’s so done.”

Kyra’s heart was thudding so hard she was pretty sure it echoed over the thumping bass of the party. Across the room, Grace was chatting warmly with Alessia and a few other England teammates, her laughter ringing like music in Kyra’s ears. But Kyra couldn’t bring herself to move yet, she was still hiding behind a group of laughing teammates, stealing quick glances like a nervous rookie.

Steph appeared beside her, elbowing her gently. “Alright, seriously, Kyra,” she said, grinning with that big sister smirk, “you’ve been staring like a lovesick puppy fort he last 20 minutes. Time to shoot your shot, yeah?”

Kyra swallowed, hands gripping her drink a little too tightly. 

Steph nudged her forward. “Grace is looking for you too, you know. She’s not exactly subtle.”

Sure enough, Kyra followed Steph’s gaze and caught Grace’s eyes scanning the crowd. For a split second, their eyes locked, and Kyra felt her breath catch.

Summoning every ounce of courage, Kyra stepped out from her hiding spot. Her legs felt like jelly, but she walked straight over to Grace, who smiled so brightly it made Kyra’s nerves flutter harder.

“Hey,” Kyra said, voice almost too soft.

Grace’s arms opened wide, pulling Kyra into a warm, lingering hug that made both of them grin like fools. “Hey you,” Grace whispered, voice thick with happiness.

Before Kyra could fully process, Katie was suddenly there, thrusting two glasses of champagne into their hands. “Celebrating champions already, huh?” Katie teased, her eyes twinkling.

They fell into an easy rhythm, talking about the match but also everything else. Kyra found herself stealing glances at Grace’s lips, her cheeks flushing. Finally, she blurted out, “I, uh, thought you looked amazing today. Saw you during warm up.”

Grace blinked, clearly surprised, and maybe a little shy, but the smile that spread across her face was pure sunshine. “You’re sweet… and maybe a little cheeky,” she teased back, her voice low and playful.

They keep flirting like this, careful and shy but sweet. Eventually grace goes looking for some other teammates she meant to visit which leaves kyra alone for a second before steph reappeared next to her again, eyes sparkling with mischief.

„So, how’s it going with your little crush?” she whispered, leaning close enough for only Kyra to hear. Kyra’s cheeks flamed a deep red. “It’s… actually going pretty well,” she confessed, voice barely above a whisper.

Steph smirked and gave her a teasing nudge. “You know, tonight might just be the night. Don’t chicken out now, yeah?“. Kyra tried to look cool, but the smile she couldn’t hide said everything. Tonight was going to be one for the books.

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Hope you liked the first part, the second part is going to be a lot more entertaining (and sexy)! Coming tomorrow or later tonight already!

[kingchroma]

Hello! can u write Hudson Ahn headcanons please....!

Love your works🌹

hudson ahn headcanons

࿇ pairing. hudson ahn x reader

࿇ disclaimer. i know headcanons aren’t supposed to be entirely accurate, but hopefully i’m not too far off. if that makes sense! i’ve divided these into hudson headcanons, and headcanons of hudson and the reader. ࿇ author's note. didn't expect a request after writing eli's, and a 2nd part of one particular scenario/imagine is at work also. requests are still open! thank you for believing in my work.

IN GENERAL...

࿇ Hudson knows how to handle his money. That might be a vague sentiment since financial and business matters are entirely different, but in my own notion, I do think he’s great at managing it. He’s always been shown as a good businessman with Ansan Public—operating bars and introducing systems that could easily hook potential customers. Apart from that, we’ve also seen how he had helped Hostel with their fruit business, which also boomed instantly.

࿇ He could be frugal with his money, but I’d like to think that apart from being knowledgeable when it comes to investing in his businesses, he would gladly enjoy the fruits of his labor. Hence, the luxury fits that highkey remind me of what Taesoo wears.

࿇ Hudson has his moments where his insecurity gets the best of him, but I do think that despite all that, he’s a very confident man.

࿇ He’s levelheaded in business, and in fights too. A lot of people might think he’s pompous because of how he dresses and how he only uses his right hand, but the trust in his abilities and in himself helps him carry out a certain type of aura.

IN DATING...

࿇ Hudson would introduce you to Taesoo first before letting you meet the members of Ansan Public. Sure, they probably heard of you once or twice, but they’ve never actually seen you. He holds Taesoo in the highest regard and so I feel like he would let his senior know who was making his heart beat like crazy.

࿇ And after he does, I think due to their close relationship, I think Taesoo might applaud his disciple for finding love in such a time considering Hudson is involved in gang activities. He’s a part of Allied, and the (gang) wars that he would be dealing with would be inveitable to escape from. So, for Hudson to still choose you and have you in these moments, Taesoo would be proud of him.

࿇ I don’t think he would fail to remind Hudson about the possible consequences though. He might ask him if he’s sure about it since he doesn’t want either him or you to get hurt in the process.

࿇ Hudson will defend you if by some chance he hears someone talking shit about you in public, especially in Ansan. That’s his turf, and if he hears one bad word come out of a measly underling’s mouth at you, he wouldn’t take it lightly.

࿇ He cares for you—deeply—and for him to hear such disrespect towards you would make him visibly upset.

࿇ If you two go on dates, he would focus on you, of course. But the businessman in him would lowkey check out the menu—the drinks, food—including the ambience of the place; the likes.

࿇ Though I do think he would enjoy it a lot more if you share the same interest—like improving the businesses he owns, or at least listen to him talk about it.

࿇ He would listen to your suggestions. You tried a new mocktail that you think would be a hit in his bars? He’s listing it down no matter how funky the name is. You saw online that there’s a new trending theme in karaoke rooms? Trust he will be renovating them. You have a suggestion for the Ansan Public reward system? Lay it down for him and he’ll see if it’s plausible.

࿇ It’s inevitable that you’ll be worried about him, and so he does in best in reassuring you that he will be fine. But if it comes to a point that he gets severely beaten up, he will listen to you while you let out your frustrations. He’s used to it—you aren’t.

࿇ He’s not the type who will spoil you with expensive gifts, but once he does get you something in that kind of bracket, it’s genuinely something that reminds him of you.

࿇ You’ll probably develop some kind of hand-care routine for him. Hudson might get a little worried about what you’d think about his rough hands, especially his right, but you wouldn’t really care while you rub lotion or whatever moisturizer you have for him.

[alexanderwales]

I went to the Berkeley Art Museum and Pacific Film Archive, as part of my "do Berkeley things while in Berkeley" initiative.

When I go to an art museum alone, my goal is to come away from it with some specific thought, some piece of art that I appreciated in some way, or a crystallization of something that's been nagging me.

I keep wanting to talk about these things with people, and it keeps not seeming like the right time, and this is why I'm so grateful that you can just put words on the internet for people to read or not read. (In lieu of crappy cell phone photos, I'll just be talking about what I thought was cool, and I took no notes, so this will be without names of pieces or artists.)

Toward the back of the museum, on the ground floor, there was a collection of portraits, all along a single wall. They were from different time periods, in different styles, showing different things. One was a scientist smiling at the camera with his chalk a few inches from the chalkboard. Another was someone's knee. There was a photo of a man who'd been moving his face when it was taken, so it was just a blur with teeth visible as a streak. They were in different mediums, different time periods, different things they were saying. And what I liked about it was that, by being put together in this way, they were in conversation with each other, all these people across hundreds of years getting at the idea of what it is to show a person, to make a statement through framing and presence. I think "pieces on conversation" is something that's sometimes underused by art museums - often I see things as part of a collection, and yeah, this is neat, but it's not always saying something. Same for when I see a bunch of stuff by a single artist; it's common for me to see themes, but there's not that special thing happening of interaction.

There was a drawing, very crude and incomplete, a messy sketch, but it was mounted so that it was sticking out of the wall, and on the other side, there was a different sketch, possibly of this person from behind. I enjoyed it, I think because it gave me this impression of transience and impermanence, of palimpsest, someone turning over the sheet of paper to use the other side. The unfinished, sketchy feeling of it helped. And by having both sides used like that, sticking out of the wall, you couldn't see both parts of the whole at once, in a way that was more stark than when looking at e.g. sculpture.

There was a card that said "please touch" behind glass, and the description behind it said something to the effect of "the reverse of this card says that the bearer is allowed to touch the artwork of [artist name here]". And I thought ... I don't know, that this is a cool performance art thing, and that they put the less interesting face of the card on display, and also "please touch" beneath glass preventing me from touching the card was hilarious? And I wondered whether that was the intent of the curators, if they wanted to give me the feeling of the delightful absurdity of the concept, while also not allowing me to touch the card.

Alright, those were my three Thoughts, thank you for listening tumblr, this is why we're friends.

[fuck-customers]

I obviously understand why this is not possible and would be a dangerous precedent to have, but I wish there was a way to warn businesses that a former coworker is applying to and tell them not to hire said coworker because they are a horrible employee.

Obviously, in practice this would be bad because people would call up and lie about former coworkers that they don't like just to be petty. And one could argue that that's what I am suggesting.

This manager at my job is absolutely horrible. She talks down to everyone. Coworkers, customers, you name it. The only one she's not stupid enough to talk down to is the store manager. She talks to everyone in that slow, condescending tone of voice that you would use when you're explaining something extremely basic, like 1+1, but to everyone for every reason. (And no, this is not an issue where she may have difficulties expressing tone or some miscommunication. She immediately switches to a normal, respectful tone when talking to the store manager and then immediately switches back to talking to employees like they're trash and does it daily.)

I've never actually seen her do any work in the past year or so that I've had the displeasure of working with her. She's always standing around barking orders while everyone, including all the other managers, actually do the work. If you are ever unfortunate enough to have to ask her a question, she always responds in a tone that basically says "you fucking idiot" even for a legitimate question, like "I finished my task, what do you want me to work on next?" She either has absolutely no communication skills or just refuses to use them and regularly refuses to explain what tasks she wants done and then snaps at us for not doing the tasks that she didn't tell us to do. It seems like she goes out of her way to make this a hostile work environment, and if she isn't trying to, she's certainly succeeding.

I truly believe she should not be in a management position at all and I am absolutely flabbergasted at how she managed to trick someone into promoting her in the first place. Especially since there have been multiple 3rd-party and new workers who have had maybe 30 seconds of interaction with her and commented on how vicious and rude she was to them in such a short time. I'm 99.99% sure that the only person who has anything nice to say about her at all is the SM.

So now the store is closing and on a personal level, I have already vowed that if by some stroke of horrible luck, I end up finding out that we both applied to and were hired at the same job, I will quit on the spot. My goal is to hopefully never have to see her again for the rest of my life and that still won't be long enough. I just feel bad for her new coworkers wherever she ends up. I guarantee they will hate her guts, unless her personality does a total 180.

Which I very seriously doubt. I suspect she's somehow gotten away with being this rude and disrespectful to people for 40+ years and won't change any time soon.

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[kakeashi]

of all dreams: you ─ songs of love & devotion. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pre-boyfriend!naruto, when you paint love.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!NARUTO who greets you with the biggest smile in the world. for you, the day only began when you met naruto. as if he brought a cup of coffee in his words and rays of sunshine in his smile, naruto made sure to give you the best start to the day. yes, many could say that a simple smile was not capable of shaking an entire day, but those who thought that had never seen naruto smile. at least, they had never seen him smile at you. you could not accurately describe the comfort that that specific smile gave you: as if taking you to a bed of clouds and covering you with a blanket of stars, naruto’s smile transported you through the universe on an excursion of pure serenity and beauty. in that smile, you could accurately read all the promises exchanged by lovers and decipher all the eternal kisses that filled the universe. in that smile, in that simple curved line, you could see the true creation of love. ‘good morning! when i got here it was still raining, but i’m glad it’s stopped now. you know, this way you can even say that i’m your sun, huh?’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!NARUTO who associates the color brown with you. when naruto confessed to you for the first time that the color brown was associated with you, you were curious — why? of so many colors and different shades, why did brown, the most bizarre of all, remind him of you? ‘when i think of brown, i think of house — of a home’ was what naruto told you between blushing smiles and a trembling voice. ‘you have this comfort that emanates from your heart and when i’m close to you, when i’m with you, i feel like i’ve finally found my place in this world. i know it’s not the prettiest color, but it’s the color that brings me the most security. it’s like all the wood is being burned inside you and the flames you release warm my very soul.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!NARUTO who can’t stop talking about you to everyone who listens. to Naruto, you were capable of being the only person who existed in this world. your kindness and beauty radiated from you like rays of sunshine, illuminating naruto’s entire life, bringing with it the security that naruto didn’t even know he needed. your beauty had no competition, managing to outshine the most beautiful flowers and the most precious poems. you were someone unique. a person capable of changing the world and people if you wanted to. and it was only you who occupied naruto’s thoughts at every moment. how was it possible for naruto to live his life without reminding others that you, the reason for his existence, were simply divine? ‘i don’t do this on purpose. there’s just something in me, running through my entire body and leaving the marks of your name in my blood. your existence is engraved in me. i just make it heard.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!NARUTO who has a copy of your house key to take care of it when you are away from the village. the first time you gave naruto the key to your house was after your birthday, when you had to leave the village for an indefinite period of time and the plant he had given you for years would be left without care. to prevent an untimely death, naruto offered to take care of the plant while you were away and, since then, you have entrusted your house to naruto whenever you left the village. in your absence, naruto made sure to turn your house in the comfortable home you were used to: the dust was always clean, there was not a single irritating particle in any part of your house; the plants you took care of were green, healthy, full of longing for you, but happy for your arrival; your pantry was always full of your favorite foods and the kettle was always ready to welcome you home.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!NARUTO who sees stars in your smile. at first, you found it strange, but now you just smiled. for some reason, whenever you looked at naruto more carefree or excited, he was quick to look away and hide his face that, miraculously, was tinged with pink. you couldn’t understand why naruto moved away from you and how he had gained that warm tone on his face — after all, what was happening to you to hurt naruto so much? ‘you didn’t do anything,’ was what he told you when you decided to confront him with that problem. ‘i just don’t know how to deal with it when you look at me smiling. your smile paints your face with small constellations and it’s in your curve that i see the most beautiful stars in this world. it’s as if you yourself were created to shine.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!NARUTO who feels human in your presence. all it took was for you to be by naruto’s side for him to feel like himself. for many, many years, naruto never felt that his presence was a necessity in this world. always being looked down upon and ignored during his childhood, naruto truly believed that his future would be lonely and unimportant. believing he was someone insignificant, how could he feel like a human? with you. the answer was so simple: with you. naruto felt human with you. you took the waters of naruto’s essence and transformed that sea of darkness into a shining beam that reflected all of naruto’s strength. by your side, naruto shone without realizing it. as if bewitched by your charm, lulled by your very existence, you gave naruto life because, quite simply, you gave him hope. ‘of a future. you give me the hope of a future, the hope of a life — and that makes me believe that i deserve to be human.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!NARUTO who thought it was obvious that he liked you and didn’t understand why you asked him. you thought naruto liked you. according to your heart, naruto only shone in your presence and all the smiles exchanged with you were seasoned with a celestial dust that only existed in the hearts of poets. you thought that all the words that came out of naruto’s mouth and found refuge in your heart were endowed with a magical pronunciation stolen from the ancient gods. your soul resided in the bed of comfort that naruto prepared for you between sheets of safety and blankets of love. love. wouldn’t that word be too strong? wouldn’t that word be just an illusion created by the loneliness of your existence? would naruto really feel love for you? ‘yes, i like you. i thought you had already noticed. it’s not like i know how to be discreet. but… what do you think of that? what do you feel knowing that i like you?’

[midnightidk10]

A Discussion about Ace and Arophobia, Puritan Culture, and Allo Culture

trigger and content warning:

Acephobia, Arophiba, puritan culture, conservatism, hypersexuality, discussion of sex, discussion of romance, proshipping, long-ass post

A reminder that this is a discussion and should be kept civil. I will bring up a recent discussion I had online, but I will not talk about the person I had a discussion with, bring them down, or reveal them by name. Everyone in the notes, please do the same.

Me seeing a pattern due to that conversation doesn’t mean I am making a callout. I would like to thank that person, if they ever see this, for giving me something to think about more deeply.

I am on the asexual, and possibly aromantic, spectrum. I’m not ashamed of it. Despite that, I’m fairly sex-positive, love raunchy jokes, and have interacted with suggestive content.

During my time in a specific fandom, of which I will not name, I have noticed something. About shipping. There is a very popular ship that has attracted a large audience to a game that I once considered a more niche interest.

For the sake of clarity, we will call this ship BlueGold.

Despite the popularity of this ship, it is incredibly controversial. Many hate the ship. It has earned a few titles from this crowd, including:

proship

abusive relationship

toxic relationship

You might be thinking that these are harsh labels. And to an extent, I agree. I am a huge shipper of Bluegold. Though, I am not afraid to admit that it is certainly flawed and unhealthy. People have received death threats simply because they ship it.

I would like to note something about the ship. The ship is between two fictional characters that have never been portrayed using real people in official material. I am not huge on shipping, and I would like to say something about why I ship Bluegold in the first place.

FIREWORKS.

Bluegold may not be the healthiest relationship, but it is an interesting relationship. It has chemistry. So why are we afraid of pyrotechnics when we only want beakers that make blue foam and magic tricks?

Because of the shift right.

People believe that ships must be healthy. In real life, yeah, I agree. But we’ve already established that these characters don’t exist. We just moved out of an era where sex was seen as something that could be casual and consensual. Where people could do anything they wanted with their body, because it’s their body.

But now? People see sex as something dirty. They treat it as such. They treat it as something that should never be shared with the public. Something that shouldn’t be portrayed in media. And shipping has received the same treatment. It should not be portrayed unless it is clean. Unless it is pure.

And we shouldn’t ignore the other warning signs. People also tend to hate LGBTQ+ ships. Because of conservatism. The shift right. If they are not healthy and up to par with the standard, straight ships tend to get a pass while LGBTQ+ ships are fought over. Ships between immortal characters are often fought over because of a thousand year age-difference, even if the characters knew of each other’s existence when they were both adults.

But what about the latter? People who seem to embrace a ship because they like it? People who embrace sexual things, things that were once seen as taboo? Things that are not right, but left?

There’s a problem with them too. We aren’t done.

Hypersexuality. The word “puritan” is no longer justifiable. It is thrown around, used on anyone who ever discusses sex in a negative light, no matter the context. And VERY often used in fandom.

When people say that a character is hypersexual, and it doesn’t line up with the canon portrayal, they are seen as a puritan. That does not mean that they aren’t. It’s an issue that saying “hey why are treating this character like a sex demon in spaces that we shouldn’t and being completely serious about it” is treated like a bad thing.

This can be described as allonormativity. People who DO feel romantic and sexual attraction believe that it is wrong or weird to portray a character as possibly not liking, or even caring about those things. Not all characters will have sex discussed in the media they are in and sometimes it can be difficult to pinpoint whether or not they have a certain opinion on it.

To say that we should respect people who portray a character as liking sex and romance, loving sex or romance, or being hypersexual or hyperromantic, then turn around and decide that anyone who does not portray a character like that is a puritan, is an issue.

It is ace and arophobic.

Aroace people are often targets for this behavior. They portray a character as being aroace, and they’re the bad guy. Because it is so normalized in our society to like sex and have sexual feelings, we forget that not everyone does, and lash out at them. We fight so hard for people to be able to portray sex and romance, that we forget that people who don’t want to see it are also valid in that belief. There is a difference between “I do not want to see sex” and “I do not want to see sex in media.”

Some people just don’t feel those feelings. They can’t help it. Just like how you can’t help that you can.

I would like to reveal what I was talking about at the beginning of this post. The fandom and ship that sparked this idea in my head.

The Cookie Run Kingdom fandom. Shadownilla.

I have recently been accused of being a puritan in a discussion I had recently. That I came off as “weird” because I pointed out that people tend to portray Pure Vanilla Cookie as either a child or a sex demon. (Give it up for woobification!)

When I said that, I did not mean that he could never be portrayed as some guy who likes sex. I meant that people do not know where to set the line. He is an adult with adult feelings. He has been around for, likely, a few millennia, and refers to himself as old. I meant that people hypersexualize him. They take these kinds of portrayals and bring them into spaces that they shouldn’t, such as spaces with minors, spaces that don’t allow NSFW, and serious discussions.

And when someone points it out, they are seen as the bad guy. Even though that person could be sex-positive. Even when that person is a leftist. When that person does not agree with the idea that sex should never be portrayed.

Because of allo culture.

[theloganator101]

As stated in the last post, I recently finished playing through Chapter 3 of Deltarune where it features this character as the chapter's main antagonist named Mr. "Ant" Tenna.

This post is going to cover why Mr. Tenna makes for a more threatening and compelling antagonist for the chapter he's featured in, than Vox does or will be in Hazbin Hotel.

And I will be putting the rest of this post under Keep Reading since this WILL feature spoilers for the chapter and I highly recommend you either play the game or watch a playthough of it for yourself. Now with that out of the way, let's talk about Mr. Tenna.

For starters, let's go over just who even is Mr. Tenna. Like I said before he serves as the chapter's antagonist in how he wants Kris and their friends to keep participating in his show and keep them from getting to the fountain.

After Kris and the others decide that enough is enough, Tenna starts to go off the deep end and order his workers to be capture them. Eventually his outbursts started to push his workers away to where he has nobody else to work for him, and once you confront him for the final time, he explains why he's doing all this.

He was previously used for the families to gather around and watch Christmas Specials, and he enjoyed the focus being on him. But as the years passed less and less people started to watch tv less, with nobody to watch the shows he had anymore. That was why he was so desperate in wanting to bring excitement to the gang and remind Kris of the good times.

His powers are what you would expect from a character centered around television. His powers relate to changing the channel to different types of shows and even some electricity.

So in conclusion, in one lengthy chapter, Mr. Tenna was able to be a fully fleshed out, fully enjoyable, and compelling antagonist that all circles back around to him being a television. An old television that just wants to provide good entertainment like back in the past.

...

And now we get to Vox. He's established to be an Overlord like Alastor and runs the television programs of the city, getting people involved through hypnotism. He's even a part of a big group called the Three Vees with Valentino and Velvette.

Other than sending Sir Pentious to the Hotel to be a spy (And failing), he doesn't really do much to mess with Alastor or the hotel in general. the only other time we see him again is when he's laughing and making fun of the hotel's attempt to defend themselves from the Exorcist Angels. And with it being confirmed that the Vees are going to be the next major antagonists for Season 2, me and a few others can't help but think that this is going to go very wrong.

Since Charlie and her friends already faced the leader of the exterminations, any other threat they face from here on out is most likely going to be underwhelming as a result. There's also the possibility that whatever big plan the Vees have in Season 2, it's bound to fail considering how Heaven has put up a barrier and that there's still the Sins and Goetias to worry about.

But we all know that Vivzie will ignore them and force conflict just to make the events she wants to happen happen, regardless if it makes sense or not. Vox isn't compelling or threatening enough to be considered a worthy antagonist, there isn't enough emphasis put on him being a television star nor is he ever written good enough for it to make sense.

He's a man child who wants Alastor-Senpai to suffer for breaking his heart. And since we're gonna be exploring his backstory with Alastor and how their friendship fell apart, I've lost hope that it would be compelling in any meaningful way.

And that's why Mr. Tenna beats him by a landslide.

[gunilslaugh]

HAIIIII I saw your post about requests this morning and I wanted to request a junhan fic. Could it be about junhan and reader being friends and pretty much growing up together. They are really touchy with each other and the other members notice this, but reader and junhan have been hiding a relationship for the past year, and finally tell the guys. thank youuuu :3 (ignore my poor grammar >_<)

(No need to ignore your grammar it's good :) ) Anyway here's your request I hope that you like it!

Han Hyeongjun  Summary: You and Hyeongjun are childhood friends who fell in love. (idol au) WC:970 Warning:none

The one thing in your life that remained the most consistent was Hyeongjun’s presence. Ever since the age of four when you two first met. Being together since you guys were so young it was only natural that you grew very close to one another. You became Hyeongjun’s exception. 

“Hyeongjun isn’t touchy with people, unless you’re y/n.” “Hyeongjun doesn’t talk much, unless he’s talking to y/n.” “Hyeongjun is reserved, unless you’re y/n.” Along with some other statements in company to those. 

Hyeongjun’s members were quick to find that out when you visited him at practice one day. Watching with wide eyes at how fast he put down his guitar to hug you. It was a long hug too. Not a quick arms wrapped around maybe a pat or two and release. No, he hugged you. Arms around your waist, one hand splayed across your back pushing you closer to him. When the two of you pulled away he had the brightest smile on his face. A kind of smile his members had never seen before. 

“How’s practice going?” You brush some strands of hair away from his face. 

“It’s good.” His members notice how his hands loosely hung from the hem of your shirt. It was like Hyeongjun didn’t want to be too far away from you. Which is definitely something they hadn’t seen before. 

“How come you don’t hug us like that?” Jooyeon cut in with a teasing tone. 

“Because you aren’t y/n,” Hyeongjun replied back. The members are a bit taken aback by his blunt statement. They weren’t sure what answer they were expecting, but it wasn’t that. 

“Yeah, I’m special,” you say with a smile, slipping one arm around Hyeongjun’s waist. To which he casually wraps his arm around your shoulders in response. 

“Clearly,” Gunil said, but has no hint of annoyance. More like he was observing, taking in this new side of Hyeongjun that he had never seen before. 

“Will we ever get to know y/n’s version of Hyeongjun?” Jungsu asked after they returned to their dorm later that night. 

“I don’t know. I grew up with them. Grew up into who I am with them. When others found my personality weird they stayed by my side. Told me not to change. When I told them I wanted to be an idol they supported me wholeheartedly. They learned my favorite kind of guitar pick even if they don’t fully understand the difference between them. They love me unconditionally.” That might have been the most Jungsu has ever heard Hyeongjun talk at once and it showed him how much you meant to Hyeongjun. It makes him think that maybe you weren’t necessarily Hyeongjun’s exception, but instead you were his safe place. 

The more you came around the more Hyeongjun’s members got used to seeing that side of Hyeongjun. The carefree side, the one hundred percent comfortable side, his loud side. 

“Do you think they’re dating?” Jiseok pondered to Seungmin as they watched the pair of you leave the JYPE building. 

“It’s possible. We won’t know unless they tell us though,” Seungmin responded. 

“HonestlyI suspected that they were dating when I saw how Hyeongjun hugged them that first time they visited us in the practice room,” Gunil chimed in coming up behind the two. 

“They definitely love each other.” Jooyeon joined the group. 

“Why are we all standing here?” Jungsu asked as he walked upon the group. 

“We were talking about if Hyeongjun and y/n are dating or not?” Jiseok told. 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they are,” Jungsu says. 

“He would tell us though right? If they were,” Jooyeon checked. 

“At some point I’m sure he would,” Jungsu replied. 

At some point Hyeongjun did tell the guys that you and him were dating. Safe to say none of them were surprised by the news, but they were still happy for him. 

“So how long has it been? Since the beginning?” Gunil questioned. 

“No, not since the beginning, but it’s been around a year,” Hyeongjun informed. 

“Any reason why you decided to wait so long to tell us?” Seungmin asked. 

“He’s Hyeongjun. You know he likes to keep his private life private, plus it was clear as day that they both loved each other,” Jooyeon spoke. 

“Yeah, even a blind person could have seen how much they love one another,” Jiseok added.

“Well whatever the reason, we’re happy for you,” Jungsu voiced. 

“Love does look good on him,” Seungmin states. Hyeongjun feels a faint heat creep onto his cheeks, but he can’t but smile as he thinks of you.

The members' eyes hold a sense of reverence to them now as they watch Hyeongjun quickly putting his guitar aside to pull you into a hug. His arms securely sliding around your waist. One of his hands splayed across your back to push you impossibly closer. The stars that shine in his eyes when the two of you part. How his hands stay resting on your hips. 

“How’s practice going?” You brush stray strands of hair away from his face. 

“It’s good.” His fingers drum lightly on your sides. 

“Ok lovebirds we still have practice to get back to,” Gunil called, pulling you and Hyeongjun out of your own little world. 

“I’ll see you after practice,” you tell him. He smiles and nods at you.

“See you.” He gives one of your hands a squeeze and continues to hold onto your hands until you walk too far away, fingers slipping from his. Hyeongjun then walks back over to his guitar, putting the strap over his head. When Jooyeon slides up next to him. 

“So when will you hug me like that?” he asked playfully.

Hyeongjun laughs, lightly shaking his head before answering,”The only person I’ll ever hug like that is y/n.”

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SOTR Reread, Chapter 7

I wonder when the Tribute Center was built. Haymitch gets an AirBnB. Wiress says she stayed in barracks, so that was probably where they went after the zoo?

Haymitch is familiar with Wiress’ games, since they happened the year before. But he doesn’t seem to know about Mags. He is unsure if she was a Career. Based on the tributes from 4 in TBOSAS, I think it is doubtful they created a program in a year. But this makes me wonder if Mags’ games are not shown because they are old, or for the same reason Haymitch and Lucy Gray’s aren’t? Haymitch did say he looked at old game clips hoping to see Lucy Gray. But he didn’t see Mags either until she mentored a young boy?

Haymitch tries to lighten the mood between him and Wyatt by making a crack about how they are wearing the same outfit, which reminds me that he made jokes about Burdock and Blair dressing up for his birthday earlier in the book. Haymitch’s go-to move is jokes about appearances.

Maysilee hates that they are dressed alike because it was bad enough being a twin. This makes me sigh. I posted earlier about how I didn’t approve of the Donner’s treatment of their twins. My sister and I dressed alike, but in different colors, when we were little. But eventually we got old enough to pick out our own clothes. Maysilee is 16. That seems awful late in life for her mom to still be dressing her. I know the people in 12 don’t have as many options for clothes as modern folks do, but she can’t even wear a matchy matchy dress on a different day from Merrilee? *disapproving twin face*

Mags says she has mentored “several times” which seems like an understatement? She talks about asking the tributes what they wanted, which is an interesting concept. Obviously people want to survive, but beyond that each tribute has their own goals. She talks about wanting to protect her district partner (very Peeta), and Wiress didn’t want to die at night (which makes me glad she did die in bright daylight).

This makes me think about Thresh because I have been thinking about Thresh for weeks, because of my fic. In THG, Thresh wants to win, I think. He has a sister and grandmother to get back to. I imagine, like Katniss, he is the breadwinner there. But he won’t do anything to win. He refuses to join the Careers. He won’t talk to Caesar. Nor does he kill Katniss when he has the chance. Though the latter seems to be spur of the moment, he still must have had some rules for himself going in. Things he wouldn’t do no matter what, the kind of person he wanted to be. Possibly not lose his sense of self, like Peeta talks about.

I am fascinated by the different ways people play the Games.

Haymitch doesn’t want a long death. He also wants to, as Ampert put it, make the President own it. Similar wording to Peeta saying he wants to show they don’t “own him” but slightly different meaning. Haymitch wants to put responsibility on the Capitol. Peeta wants to maintain himself.

Wyatt wants to go fast. He doesn’t want people to make money on him. (He dies die quickly, and by doing something no one would predict. Is that an act of rebellion?)

Maysilee doesn’t want to beg, wants to go out with her head up.

Wiress encourages Haymitch to break the machine. He doesn’t think he’s as smart as her, but Wiress seems to have more faith in him.

Mags loves allies. She wants them to be allies. She wanted to protect her district partner. (She does protect Finnick, in a way, and certainly Peeta as her ally.) The Careers work together. She likes groups.

Haymitch tells them about Ampert and his grand alliance hopes. It’s notable that Wiress does NOT say, “oh I know Ampert. He is my mentor’s son.”

Mags says sometimes there are clues to the arena in training. This is something I had theorized about before this book. For example, the edible plants station must contain some actual plants that will be in the arena, that could help you narrow down location if you knew which ones were real. Katniss regrets not doing that station in CF, because the plants in THG were so easy for her. It surprises me that this is not something Haymitch (who I consider to be very good mentor) doesn’t mention this in THG. Or maybe he does and Katniss just doesn’t report it back to the reader, there is complaining about how many questions Effie and Haymitch ask at meals.

Buncha loose canons! I love the three of them trying to act tough here. Haymitch “sticks” his knife throwing every time. Sad that I know Katniss says he can’t hit the broad side of a barn in CF.