#I misread this like a dumbass initially

[watermelonsloth]

Hello, can I ask from both this ask game :

https://www.tumblr.com/threecheersforinking/677824836625694720/anime-ask-game?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/rafael-silva/90297624190/send-me-a-fandom?source=share

For anime/manga : Naruto

Thanks 🤩

Sure! If you or others want to ask me stuff from ask games, I’m not against answering! Like I’ve said before, my favorites tend to shift a lot, but here are my most accurate answers for right now:

Favorite Character: Madara and Iruka are most consistently at the top of my favorite characters.

Favorite Arc/Episode/Scene: As basic as an answer it is, the Chunin Exams is probably my favorite arc. Team 7 talking at Zabuza and Haku’s grave and the Kakashi vs Obito fight are tied for my favorite scenes.

Character I Think is Underrated: Kabuto. Yakushi. I get that people find him annoying and I can see why, but he’s one of the most tragic characters in the series and a walking representative of many of the world’s failings. Plus his dynamic with Orochimaru is as fascinating as it is depressing (please stop shipping them, I beg of thee). I also just have a soft spot for villainous/badass doctor characters who actually use their medical skills in combat.

Character I Think is Overrated: There are a lot of characters I think are overrated or get attention for the wrong reasons, but I think Hinata Hyuga is the most obvious one. I think she’s actually a pretty good character in the manga when she’s not being reduced to Naruto’s love interest, but she is not “have portions of the fandom worshipping her and a bunch of people wanting her to replace Sakura as the heroine” good.

Favorite Ship/Pairing: Right now, since I’m thinking about the Chunin Exams, I’d say LeeSaku, but I promise you I’d give you a different answer tomorrow.

Something I Love About the Show/Movie: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, the realistic character complexities carry this series for me. Especially in regards to how their experiences affect their actions and worldviews, how most characters are actually intrinsically motivated, and characters’ greatest strengths are often shown to be some of their greatest weaknesses as well. Even background characters tend to have more going on than what first meets the eye.

[dudeslut]

1, 16, 38! - 🎠🎠🎠

I got sooooo long-winded with these omg sorry! These were fun!

1. What’s your favorite place, other than a bed, to have sex?

Idk if this is surprisingly, but I sadly haven't had a lot of sex, let alone more "adventurous" sex 😂 I've only fucked in a bed. But if I had to choose somewhere that's on the top of my list to try? Up against a wall 😵‍💫

16. Do you have a favorite erotica/porn trope?

For porn I love it when all parties involved are really vocal, but especially verbal . Like 80% of the reason I enjoy porn is because is for the audio (I think this means I have a voice kink). As for erotica, I love a good erotic fanfic where the author just nails the characterization of the characters, especially while they're fucking. If it's about one of my favorite ships and some of my kinks are thrown in there, I'll be in for a good time 👌

(I originally misread the question as "favorite erotica/porn tape. As in it was asking if I had one piece of literature or a specific vid that was my fave. I was confused as to who the fuck was still referring to porn vids as "tapes" lol but anyway I had already written up a decently long answer and didn't want to lose the work so, here ya go, bonus!)

I feel like it always changes lol. I like rotate through a handful at a time until I forget how to find them because my dumbass refuses to bookmark shit 😭 Though I haven't gotten off to porn in awhile because for like the past year I've been wanting to get better at being able to finish without it. Mainly because I was really reliant on it to finish and wanted to work on being able to finish with other/no visual stimulation to keep things fresh and just so I wouldn't have to rely on one method to finish. I went from porn to reading horny posts and erotic fanfic. That led to me getting better at visualizing stuff in my head and now, I am able to finish with just my imagination alone. This is coming from someone who originally found it impossible to cum without porn or a partner. So if you're like me, just know it is possible to train yourself!

38. What are some of your biggest turn-ons?

Explicit dirty talk and any kind of touching! When it comes to flirting or initiating any kind of sexual act, I do not pick up on subtly or hints at all. So not only will I pick up on your intentions, but it's really hot when someone tells you exactly what they're thinking/feeling. Like even whispering something tame like "good boy," or "you're so cute," in the right tone can get me going. And I loooove when people communicate they want me or want to work me up through touch. I have a lot of little erogenous zones that a light touch or grab can get me going. Other than that, I love touching on the arms, rubbing the upper back, guiding me by wrapping your arm around my waist, or touching the small of my back. Just little somewhat intimate touches are so good.

Other little things I find hot are guys talking passionately about their interests, similar sense of humor and goofy*, long-sleeve shirt that leaves the forearms exposed, and when guys get those gray streaks at their temples. And if a guy is/has any of these and they're significantly taller than me, I am QUAKING 🤤

*fr if you want to speedrun getting me to have the hots for you, make me laugh. It's true when they say, I let him hit it 'cause he goofy.

Send me a number!

[icanbeoriginal2]

Not my dumbass misreading the dept of education website and not realizing I actually owe like 400$ a month and not the 100$ I had thought initially.

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Hi bub, I know this concept is kind of played out but I never see it with my love wonwoo, so here we gooo; fwb!wonwoo who likes to get a little frisky with the other bois there cuz he knows you into that stuff 🥵 (and the others don’t know you guys are a thing) (or do they...??¿)

Anon I am so sorry about what happened to this

He’d get all smug fingering you under the blankets. He’d start with teasing you and you’d press closer to him and shift your legs apart for him. His fingers would start over your panties, rubbing slow circles into your clit and you’d try to keep your breath slow and even, the thrill of it making your heart pound.

You’d hide your face in Wonwoo’s shoulder, pretending that you were tired and wanted to cuddle as the movie ran on the tv, the couch, floor, and chairs littered with his members. You let out the smallest of huffs as her pressed two fingers into your heat, stretching you open and curling them just the way you liked.

You’d fight to keep your hips still and your lips shut, knowing the movie would only hold so much of their attention if you started moaning. You’d have a pillow pressed over your lap to mask the movements of his hand as he eventually pressed a third finger into you, taking a sip of his coke and seeming totally unaffected.

You’d peak up from his shoulder and feel heat rush to your face as yours eyes meet Seungkwan’s. A small whimper would pass your lips and a look of shook would cross his face and you know your little secret is out so you just hide in wonwoo’s shoulder while seungkwan loudly exclaims “Are you a c t u a l l y fucking around on the couch right now????”

You’d get a chorus of sounds from around you and feel heat burning your and Wonwoo’s fingers, strangely enough, just keep moving, as if this isn’t a big deal. Mingyu goes “wait you two have been fucking?” to which Wonwoo replies “You’re not the only one I mess around with,” just shrugging it off.

And now you’re confused. You grab his wrist to stop and and look up at him from your hiding spot against his shoulder and go “wait, hold on you have sex with gyu?”

“yeah, on thrusdays”

You’d stare at him suspiciously “i thought you went to the gym on thursdays”

He’d sip his coke “same difference really”

Seungkwan would be shaking his head. “wonwoo, geez, you gotta learn to keep it in your pants. How many people have you slept around with”

Wonwoo goes “so hansol never told you about the time in the studio

“THE WHAT?”

meanwhile mingyu is mumbling “i thought I was the only one hansol fooled around with in the studio”

and Jihoon is getting ready to fight and also now he knows his studio needs a very deep cleaning “come on even I don’t fuck in the studio!”

“No, just in the kitchen,” mingyu would say

“And the living room,” wonwoo added

“don’t forget the shower,” soonyoung added

“why are you all acting like that’s impressive when I fucked Jihoon backstage at inkigayo” chan would say “ALSO seungkwan what the hell are you talking about? acting like all the times I fucked you in the practice room meant nothing”

In all of this you’re frantically looking between them until Jun stands up with tears in his eyes and angrily shouts at Wonwoo “I can’t believe you!”

Wonwoo would immediately pull his fingers from you and you would be dumbfounded as he gets up from the couch to step towards Jun “No, come one you know-”

“I THOUGHT WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL!!!” Jun would run from the room in tears and Minghao would follow after him, giving Wonwoo a dirty look and shaking his head.

“How could you,” he’d whisper.

So for anyone confused my dumbass misread the initial ask and thought it was like meant to be this dramatic thing. Sam pointed out that was not what it was but this was too funny not to write so enjoy whatever the fuck this is. Big thank you to @bootyful-seventeen for entertaining this and for @gamerwoo and @byeolbitsky for getting involved and @thetypingpup and @shaylee-summerss-stuff you might find this fuckery fun

[sinkix]

Bakugou Imagines │ With Calm & Indifferent S/O

I thought this dynamic would be hella interesting and fun to write about in a lil piece. I may make it into an entire fic?? Who knows, my ass is literally numb from sitting in one spot through the entirety of typing this - Anyway, enjoy this 2AM shitpost of mine!  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I feel like this GIF would sum up the dynamic perfectly.

Bakugou: Angrily yelling during a porcupine rampage

S/O: Continues sipping their tea and minding their business while riding through their inner turmoil “Do fish get thirsty?” “I wonder what I should have for breakfast tomorrow.” “Do spiders pee? Have I ever sat in spider pee?” “I should really check my mail.”

This initially frustrated Bakugou to no end, he felt as though you were treating him as some insignificant extra. Yet the more he observed you, the more he found himself grossly fascinated by your existence. It seemed as though you were that way with everyone, but why? 

Surely there was more to you than that unreadable persona, right? Did you feel more than you let on? Think more than you spoke?

The more he found himself thinking about you, the more frustrated he became.

Until one day he slammed you against a wall in the hallway, Izuku stumbling upon the scene and debating whether to step in and diffuse the situation, but he was shocked to find that judging by the look on your face, you literally could not give a rats ass about the close proximity with his snarling face inches from yours, staring at him as though he was chatting about the weather.

“Yeah?” You spoke, gazing up at him with typical aloof glaze over your eyes that made him almost short circuit as badly as Denki.

“The hell do you mean YEAH? Why you always looking at me with that damn face, don’t I scare you?”

Bakugou was used to people cowering in fear or becoming prickly with edge from his volatile nature, tip toeing around him in hopes he wouldn’t blow a gasket, so why the hell weren’t they? He was inches from your face and towering over you in the corner of an empty hallway, yet you didn’t even bat an eye. Was he that unintimidating? THAT insignificant to the point you didn’t even register his presence? Was he--

“No, you don’t. Why would you? You have a temper, but you mean well.”

Bakugou stood there stunned, scanning your face for a hint of expression along the deadpan painting your features. 

“Plus, you’re cute, even when you’re in a fit of rage like a toddler.”

Bakugou could have sworn he choked on his own saliva in that moment, cheeks burning ablaze as he tries to register what had come out of your mouth. Hold on... toddler?!

“The HELL DID YOU SAY TO ME?”

“Look Bakugou I gotta go, I have assignments to do. Join me if you want, I’ll be in the library. You usually study alone, right?”

He tsk’s and kicks his feet idly against the ground, just how much attention did you pay toward him? The thought of it left a disgustingly giddy feeling in his chest that he attempted to shove into the sand.

“...fine.” He mutters, sauntering alongside like a petulant child, unable to get the word out of his brain.

...Cute. She thinks I’m cute.

2 months pass by and you notice Bakugou becoming increasingly more docile in your presence, what was once a heated and one sided clash, arose a peaceful atmosphere in it’s place. Where normally he’d be in a fit of rage, Bakugou was acting far more tamed, dare I say rational, and unusually quiet whenever he was around you.

The other 1-A classmates suspected it has something to do with you, also becoming aware at how he seems to hover around you after class until you were ready to walk back to the dorms together, hell he even started to mumble a “Good morning” In the dormitory kitchen to you.

You didn’t mind Bakugou’s company, you enjoyed it even.  And the feeling seemed to be mutual.

It was as though you balanced one another out. Bakugou encouraged you to be more passionate and fiery with your opinions and feelings, which everyone began to pick up on at your recent abnormally out-spoken nature. 

And you encouraged Bakugou to reign in his temper, seeing things from a point of view that he wouldn’t even normally give a second glance to, teaching him to think before he makes decisions and the consequences of such.

One thing that you both had in common was your blunt honesty and disdain for sugar-coating, it meant that while Bakugou is normally a pain in the ass to talk to, let alone understand emotionally, you did with relative ease. You didn’t see the point in lying about how you felt toward something or someone, and this effect benefited you two greatly.

Bakugou gradually became more accepting of his feelings, thanks to you.

After around 5 months of this dynamic gradually bringing out the best in each other, Bakugou finally decided to acknowledge the one feeling he couldn’t seem to accept.

It happened when you were in the common room chatting to Todoroki, and Bakugou just happened to pass by after his training session toward the showers. He paused for a moment, observing you and smiling idly to himself like an idiot. 

However, something didn’t sit quite right.

No, not right at all.

Todoroki was WAY too close for comfort. 

It made Bakugou seethe with rage, reeling it in at the reminder of you and your example. 

Gritting his teeth, he observed your interaction with you two being none the wiser. 

What Bakugou didn’t expect was for Todoroki to lean forward, hand extended as though he was about to cup your cheek.

That was it.

Bakugou marched over and barked at the pair of you, demanding what it was all about.

Secretly he had always felt jealous of you and Todoroki. While you spent most of your time in his company, he had always felt that maybe Todoroki was better company for you instead, since his personality was much similar to yours in comparison. As if he felt inferior.

Whipping your head around to face him, he noticed the specks of chocolate cake dusting the outskirts of your lips haphazardly, lowering his eyes down to the now cleaned plate. Looking up and glaring daggers at Todoroki, he also clocks the napkin folded neatly into his hand. The gears turning in his head finally clicking as he looks well and truly embarrassed for misreading the situation. Tutting to himself and wordlessly stomping toward his room.

10 minutes pass of him slumped onto the crumpled bed covers feeling like a total fool. A single question running rampant in his mind that he simply can’t ignore.

Why did he react that way back there? Surely it’s none of his business, right?

Bakugou dwells, then dwells some more. Until once again, the dots finally connect.

He wasn’t in love with you, was he?

Surely not.

There was no way-

Knock knock.

He hauls himself up and grumbles, moping toward the door and swinging it open.

The sight nearly sends his knees buckling then and there.

You were stood, wide-eyed and flooding full of concern, head cocked to the side in a manner of question. Only Bakugou saw this level of expression from you, and it made him feel special. You were his.

Wait what.

“Are you okay?” Your voice was even, but you couldn’t help faltering at the end.

“Yeah.” Bakugou rubbed the back of his head in annoyance.

“...Well, No. But that doesn’t matter dumbass.”

“It matters to me.” You stand your ground, folding your arms in protest and narrowing your eyes in a refusal to break contact. 

So damn stubborn. He thought, grinning internally.

“Fine, come in.” He mutters, extending his arm out toward his room as you nonchalantly walk inside.

“I was going to anyway.” You state, Bakugou scoffing at your ‘matter of fact’ tone, it was something he couldn’t get enough of.

Stop.

You plop yourself down on the edge of his bed in a lackadaisical fashion, patting the seat beside you, coaxing him to sit.

He complies, parking himself beside you but finds his body beginning to sweat from the minuscule proximity between you two.

Since when the hell was he ever bothered by that?

Keep it together, Katsuki.

It felt as though the entire world as he knew it was crumbling beneath his feet. 

But little did he know, you felt the exact same way, thoroughly shaken with the level of anxiety and anticipation that flooded your body at the realisation your shoulders were brushing.

Since when did he have this effect on you?

“So, mind telling me what that was about?” Surprisingly, you were able to retain a level of composure, though Bakugou now looked well and truly distraught, not that he would admit it, not over his dead body.

Bakugou stayed silent for a moment, before shifting himself to meet your gaze, something shining in his eyes that you couldn’t quite pinpoint, his body language suggested he was fighting some serious conflict right now. About what? You didn’t know.

You stared at each other once again, either of you in total refusal to look the other way. The air was hot, thick, and dense - it sent the nerves in your body standing on alert, but not for the reason it should.

What you didn’t expect was for him to press his palm against the comforter, leaning forward with that same glint of battle in his eyes.

“You know I’m not good with words, right?”

“You’ve improved a lot Bakug--”

“Katsuki.”

“What?” You stare at him dumbfounded, as though he had sprouted horns and learned to fly, which wouldn’t be far fetched in this society in all honesty. 

“I said call me Katsuki.” He huffed, biting the inner corner of his mouth in an act of unknown self restraint. No one called him Katsuki except his parents.

“...Katsuki.” The name rolled off your tongue like music to his ears, and it was in that moment Katsuki knew he couldn’t control himself anymore.

Using his extended palm to push you down on to the bed, your lips connect before you could even utter a yelp, his hand snaking round to the back of your head in offer of gentle support. Despite the aggression in his kiss and expressions he wore moments earlier, his touch was surprisingly gentle.

He parts away before you can even register the current events sprung on you seconds earlier, a small string of saliva connecting the two of you as proof that you did in fact just kiss.

Your heart flutters and thuds rapidly against your rib cage, cheeks flushed and mind whirring with questions. But before you can get a single one out he speaks again.

“I’m gonna take a leaf from your book this time.” Bakugou states, his tone now firm and serious

“I love you, so fucking much that it hurt me to see you so close to him. Your mine-- I mean I want you to be mine. I know we aren’t even technically friends yet but--

Before he can finish you cut him off with an equally impassioned kiss, threading your fingers through his spiked and dishevelled locks, earning a low grunt of approval, pulling away as reluctantly as he had.

“I love you too Katsuki... I- uh... I want you to be mine too.”

“Wow, now look who’s the one finding it hard to communicate.”

“Shut up you dork.” Punching his arm playfully, he bears the shit-eating grin you’d grown accustomed to loving, pulling him in for another kiss as if it would be your last, intending to prolong this moment as long as possible. “You really are cute.”

Who knew such opposites would attract?

[clintbartonswife]

Kiss!

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader Summary: Sick of Steve’s pining, Tony decides to help. Naturally, a Stark can never do anything in halves - especially when the rest of the team gets involved. OR: 5 times Steve kisses you and one time you do it your damn self. @panicfob Christmas challenge #18 : mistletoe Notes: matchmaker!tony, a 5+1 fic (but I ran out of time so there’s only 4), some good ol’ mutual pining, some slight self doubt masterlist  || 25 days of Christmas masterpost

Tony high-fived Clint as they finalised their plan, looking at the map of the vents with confidence.

“This is foolproof” Tony grinned, satisfied in his work, “they’ll be done pining by Christmas”

“Amen!”

1.

A giggle escaped Clint’s mouth as he pointed at the door frame above your head, only intensifying as Steve moved to stand next to you. 

“What’s so funny?” You asked, genuinely curious as to why he was smiling so widely. Exchanging a glance with an equally confused Steve, you turned back to look at the archer. 

“Pucker up” he said, now smirking, “thems the rules”

A jolt of anxiety hit you as you looked up, spotting the mistletoe that was pinned on the frame above your head. Your mouth went dry as you chanced another glance at Steve, his face unreadable, and immediately started to make excuses.

“It’s a stupid tradition anyway -”

You were cut off by a soft brushing of lips over yours, Steve’s face now completely red, before the soldier ran off.

“Did that just happen?” you asked, turning to face Clint with wide eyes. The archer burst into laughter at your shocked expression, the reaction only increasing the heat you felt rushing up the back of your neck.

2.

The next day, you were called into a meeting by Tony - an odd occurrence, seeing as Tony hated morning meetings. When you arrived at the assigned room you were only somewhat annoyed to see it empty. 

“Are they not here yet?” Steve asked, appearing behind you with a sheepish expression, avoiding eye contact with you as he spoke.

“No. We did get the time right, didn't we?”

Before Steve could answer, Tony strolled into the room, a smirk on his face as he leaned against the wall.

“Morning all”

Raising an eyebrow at his sunny demeanour, you went to ask the meaning for the meeting when Tony quickly cut you off.

“Before we begin, I think you’ll find there’s something you both have to do first”

He pointed at the ceiling above you, the mistletoe hanging above you tauntingly.

“How many of these have you put around the compound?” Steve asked, voice tight as he determinedly looked everywhere but at you.

Your heart began to feel like it was beating out of your chest, face paling as you looked back at Tony.

“Surely you can’t expect everyone to kiss every time they walk underneath one of these? No one will get any work done at this rate”

Your logic fell on deaf ears, Tony simply crossing his arms and smirking even wider.

A light grip on your chin turned your face towards Steve, and before you knew it his lips were on yours again in a chaste kiss. He pulled away almost as quickly as he had descended, face flushed.

“Can we start now?”

3.

The next time was admittedly suspicious. 

The sound of Clint rushing away from you through the vents made you pause, only to realise that he might’ve been running from Steve as the blond rounded the corner with Natasha at his side.

The red head had a vicious smile as she spotted you, slowing her pace down considerably. Steve - unaware of this - kept walking, almost bumping into you.

“Ah! Sorry, I - “ Steve turned around, noticing how far away Natasha was with a frown, “Nat why did you stop?”

You predicted her pointing above you before she even raised her hand, the same wash of adrenaline crashing over you as you watched Steve’s eyes widen for the third time that week.

“This is getting ridiculous” he muttered, cheeks blazing as he swooped down to lightly brush his lips against yours, avoiding eye contact as he all but ran away from you. Again.

You chanced a glance at Natasha, only to see the assassin grinning even wider than before.

“‘S not funny” you mumbled, directing your eyes resolutely to the floor as you hurried past her.

4.

It was starting to feel like you were at the centre of some sick joke.

That’s not to say that you weren’t happy that you had gotten three - three! - kisses from your crush within the last week. No, that’s not the bit that was upsetting you. It was the feeling that the team had figured out said massive crush and were playing around with it.

You didn’t want it to be true, but when looking at the facts in front of you it was hard to see it any other way.

Fact: Throughout the week you had seen no one else on the team kissing under the mistletoe - team intervention or not.

Fact: Whenever Steve passed you by there was always another avenger there that would hold you accountable if you didn’t go through with it.

Fact: the smile Natasha gave you was enough to know that she knew more than she let on and was happy in your suffering.

You didn’t think that Steve knew - from what you’ve seen of him he was a shit actor and couldn’t keep up a lie for this long - which means that he was either being teased as well (perhaps for being the ‘100 year old virgin’ as Tony had dubbed him) or you completely misread the Captain.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the others in the kitchen, falling silent as you entered. Oblivious, you poured yourself a cup of coffee and went to leave again, almost walking into a solid mass of muscle.

“Ack! Sorry” you yelped, moving to protect the coffee that almost spilled out of the cup.

Steve’s chuckle drew you out of your internal monologue, his hand coming down to rest in your shoulder to balance you.

“It’s okay, I bumped into you last time”

“That is true”

Your conversation was interrupted by a cough behind you, revealing an apologetic Bruce.

You just sighed, immediately looking above your head to see the increasingly familiar green plant.

“Really Bruce?”

“Sorry”

You sighed and turned to face Steve, the silent apology conveyed through your eyes. The blond just gave you a weak smile, cupping the side of your jaw before leaning in, connecting your lips for the fourth time.

Expecting him to pull away, you went to step back, only to be surprised when he moved his lips against yours. Before you could react he reared back, hand flying from your face and stiffly back to his side.

With a tense nod, he fled from the room. With a uncomfortable salute to Bruce, you left the room through the other door, rushing past Tony.

“Tell me I didn’t just imagine that”

“He ran away”

“Again”

“Yes”

Tony groaned in frustration, taking his hands through his hair before throwing them in the air.

“They’ve kissed 4 times! How many more will it take for them to wake up!”

+1

By this point you just wanted to hide in your room like a child. Unfortunately the food was on the common floor so you had decided to go to great lengths to wait until the kitchen was empty before sneaking out of your safe place.

You hadn’t accounted for nightmares.

“Where have you been the past few days?” Steve asked, making you almost drop your croissant in fright.

“Jesus - I was trying to avoid the team” you admitted, hesitantly looking at him. Even in the low light of the kitchen you could see that he was hurt.

“Was it really the team, or was it me?”

“I promise it wasn’t you Steve, it’s just -“ you broke off with a sigh, placing your plate on the counter before walking to stand in front of him, “I could tell that they were making you uncomfortable and I thought it was easier for me to step back than try and get them to stop whatever the hell theyre trying to do”

Steve’s face dropped, shuffling on the spot as guilt swept over him.

“But I was the one who kissed you”

“Yeah, after they basically made us, then you ran away straight after. What was I supposed to think?”

He pinched his nose, exhaling heavily as you wrapped your arms around your waist, rocking slightly on your feet.

“I’m sorry if I made you think that - that I didn’t want to kiss you. I never-“ he broke off, rubbing his hands over his eyes, “I’ve liked you for a while now y/n, and every time we kissed I knew I’d want more so I had to leave. I’m sorry if I-“

You cut him off by throwing your arms over his shoulders and leaning in, initiating the kiss for the first time. Once Steve was over the shock, his hands flew to your waist, lips moving against yours at an almost desperate pace.

The two of you only separated once your lungs started crying for air, both of your chests heaving from the passion of the embrace.

“I like you too, dumbass”

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[dabis-devil]

hi there!!! could i request something for Midorya, shigaraki, bakugo and sero with an s/o that has really bad adhd? like she’s not hyperactive at all, just tends to space out randomly and can’t focus on tasks/gets distracted really easily? take ur time i love ur writing!!

Hyperactive

Ah. My old foe, ADHD.

Edit: when initially answering this I have no iDeA why my brain was on crack- I didn't see sero and I misread what you asked. Like what?? Any who, all is fixed! @apollosaidgayrights

Izuku Midoriya

Ngl he probably didn't notice

For sO LONG

Even though he's very observant

The fact that you couldn't keep focused if your life depended on it just seemed like a minority he mentally wrote off.

But when your ADHD came up in a conversation with his friends, he was like

“ oh- ” a small gasp escaped his lips. “ that makes sense, ” the pure boy chuckled.

Before he did his research, he was up in your face about it.

Trying to help you

Or keeping his hand on your thigh when your knee bounced (which probably left him more flustered than you)

The minimal figeting didn't bother him at all

But when he would tell you something and you walk out the room with intent to do that task, but your mind blanks?

He didn't show an ounce of annoyance

Broccoli boi didn't want to hurt your feelings!

He did his research sooner or later, and was pretty amazed at what he found. Him, being the lovable dork he is, wrote down all the techniques/remedies/helpful tips down somewhere.

You bet your ass he's going to try every single one with you

As long as you are open to the idea

He's generally amazed at your mind though. You think of so many things at once, and you're pretty creative.

Deku loves you for you, so don't you forget that.

Even if you can't remember what he said two seconds ago or you get easily distracted,,,

He loves you!!

Tomura Shigaraki

Shigaraki figured something was 'wrong' with you.

Why else were you so distant?

So out of it?

He kept a close eye on you, always.

He didn't deem it so severe he needed to ask

Like maybe you could get over it?

Honey that's not how this works but that's ok

He wasn't delighted to have to grasp your attention every two seconds

Because to you, everything is sUdDeNlY so interesting when he starts talking about important stuff.

You'd try to give him your attention, but couldn't help but slip up every now and then.

When you got distracted during a mission, thats when the ball dropped.

After returning to the compound, you got scolded for your behavior.

“ I'm trying, alright? It's not my fault!! ” you whined.

He tried to shush you with a scoff, didn't work.

“ I have ADHD. ” your lips curved into a frown.

he took your excuse into account, and went to Kurogiri with his questions.

“ Kurogiri, what should I do with y/n? ” he furiously scratched at the bare flesh of his neck. “ how do I fix (gender pronoun)? ”

He's confused but he's got spirit

It'll take him a hot second to understand there's no fixing ADHD, after many failed attempts and theories.

Once he gets past that, he begrudgingly goes the extra mile to endure a better lifestyle.

Bakugo Katsuki

Probably get pissed at first

It's so unnecessary??

Just s t o p??

Especially if you two are talking or doing something, and you can't complete your task

It will really annoy him

It's not that hard to remember things? Or to stay concentrated..

“ you had to finish this today, dumbass- ” he snarled, blood red eyes glaring into yours

“ I can't focus. ” you mumbled, flicking a pen between your pointer and middle finger. “ ADHD. ”

That was the first time you told him, guess it slipped your mind before.

His face literally froze

>:0

He felt a little guilty about always snapping at you for being so loopy.

Just a little.

When the two of you went to get something done, he would make a list, or remind you.

When you two talked together, he always drew you back to the topic.

Typically by clearing his throat

He did these sweet little things without saying anything- actions speak louder than words

He's thought about asking you about medication

HOWEVER

It's your choice in the end.

Basically,,,

It annoys him but it's not your fault.

He'll adapt slowly but surely.

Sero Hanta

Sero won't care.

Like at all.

As long as you don't, of course.

I don't think sero has the greatest memory either, and he gets distracted from things because he's a dork-

So he can relate to you on some level.

But when he found you as a ball of frustration, curled up on your bed, it was his solemn duty to find out what's wrong.

You were staring over a sheet of hero agencies, eyebrows furrowed and a frown across your lips.

Sero wrapped his arm around you, mirroring your frown. “ what's wrong, baby? ”

“ my ADHD is acting up, I can barely make up my mind of who I'm going to intern with! ” your voice cracked out of frustration.

Sero understood you. He patted your head with a gentle chuckle, “ let me help you out then. ”

Sero read over the sheet with you, and you have conversations about the pros and cons of each hero.

In the end, you decided on (your favorite hero here)

From there on, I see him doing little things to help you focus and keeping you on track.

He'll have you sit in his lap while he reads to you

He loves that

Post it reminders around the front door

He does anything you ask him too, as long as you ask nicely

Or beg

Or just order when he's feeling sub

Just don't take advantage of his help

It doesn't bother him, but the moment it got to you he knew he needed to do something to help you out.

[riverdalenerdlol]

Can't believe Betty actually kisses Archie after he went and chose a TEACHER over her. Come on girl, stick with your man.

If by “your man” you mean Jughead, I agree. Archie canonically (comics and show) almost always chooses other people over Betty. He most often chooses Veronica over Betty in the comics. In the show, Archie still chooses Veronica over Betty in the Pilot episode. Hell, he goes on to choose Grundy over both of them. Veronica and Betty decide to choose each other as best friends over Archie.

You know the one person that’s always chosen Betty over anyone else? Jughead.

And I mean “If I had to kiss a girl, it’d be you, Betty” Jughead. There’s a reason why show Jughead doesn’t choose anyone else ever - he seems to only really be compatible with Betty. He’s comfortable with Betty, he loves Betty. Betty loves him back, continues to choose Jughead over everyone else. Little tears them apart (except for homework apparently??) and they’re not always working on things together but they don’t always need to be. They function on their own and as a team flawlessly.

Perspective is everything. That dumbass reviewer is said to be a Barfie supporter and gave quite a minuscule description of what actually happens with the kiss. Who initiates it? Did it really look like they regret it or not? Does Betty push Archie away? Does Archie push Betty away? It’s about context. Maybe Archie misreads Betty, or vice versa. Maybe she’s like “wtf dude” (we all know who the manwhore is here, just saying).

We don’t know the actual context. I will still be watching because I’m one of those that binges until she gets closure and I need a little change of pace from this bland quarantine.

In conclusion: Archie chooses almost anyone over Betty on a daily basis. He had his chance at the beginning of their sophomore year to choose each other. He didn’t choose her so she moved on (Good4Her.gif) and found Jughead, who always chose her and continued to choose her. Why would she sacrifice that for a knucklehead like Archie?

[light-of-being]

a very fkin long and incomplete exposition of my flaws as a human being

I've not really spoken about the probably most consequential event in my recent life (the ending of a long term relationship), and that's because I haven't really thought about it very much. At least, not in a clear-headed space not entirely filled with rage, fear, or initially, longing. So, I've mostly just been waiting for the intensity of those responses to wear out before I can go back and make sense of things in a sorta 'safe' way.

(These days it's mostly anger and/or hurt. Sometimes twinges of hatred, but those fizzle quickly. I know that attitude isn't 'true'. I tried to hate him, I really did. Things would be so much simpler that way — an obvious villain of pure evil, a mistake worthy of contempt. Put him behind me as someone I regret meeting and consider everything only as a flashing warning sign of what to avoid next time. But real life never is that easy, is it.)

Regardless, reading about miscellaneous psychological ~stuff, I realised that I know for sure now that there are sides of me that only come out in a close relationship, as they postulate. It's unfortunate that my exposure to this was only in such a toxic environment, and I'm not sure if or when closeness has any chance of happening again.

I suspect, based on what I have/haven't felt with him vs others, that I can (at least at this stage of my development) only really feel 'seen' by an antisocial/narcissist/schizoid (or something in that general direction), just hope to god it's a mature one next time. I might want to interrogate and possibly change that fact, I'm not sure it's at all a healthily arrived preference. But...

there is a degree of normalcy and social belonging in others that becomes a wall

I can relate superficially, cognitively and even 'deeply personally' (tho is all y'all's deeply personal shit necessarily relational?), have a good time and even feel 'connection' but there are parts that seem simply insurmountable.

The lack of relating to many things is the unifying factor between me and the specified groups: the shared experience of not having shared experiences

But yet, a more acute awareness of superficiality, and the drives and mechanics of human interactions, attitudes, identity and constructs, not taken for granted as default but built from the ground up (Most often out of either necessity or a desire to manipulate them, but still).

Actually, most straightforwardly, the shared experience of experiencing oneself as an outsider to society — whether people personally, accepted norms or expected attitudes towards self and other.*

Anyway, that was a whole semi-tangent I went off on (useful and relevant to the initial thought but not the point I was planning on).

Important point was...ah yes, insights!

...into how I behave under genuine relational circumstances. Due to aforementioned toxicity, I'm not sure how generalisable they are to relationships overall, but they should generalise to feeling-states.

1.

(a) Fear. Defensiveness.

Switches off my brain. Obvious? No. I have been actively strategic while having a gun pointed at me. I thought I had that down. Turns out, I cannot dissociate myself out of an argument most of the time.

Turns out, just the fact or even prospect of arguing activates panic and brain goes out the window. Which is really fucking stupid as an occurrence because how many of these could be prevented with a bit of mindfulness and thoughtful responding. But getting emotions to chill out for long enough to do that is tough.

(b) I am a stubborn dumbass. Kid me argued until they were attacked so harshly that they absolutely could not continue. The alternative presented was to just keep silent, one I did not then and do not now accept. Discussion where both parties partake in good faith have generally been fruitful, only neither of these situations were that. Both involved one person trying to dominate at all costs. To which I suppose keeping silent for the moment and then running tf away is an appropriate response. Idk. I'm not sure if this is a 'normal situation' to which I respond unhealthily, or an 'abnormal situation' in which you just do your best to survive. Arguments are normal. Idk if other people have a less aggressive approach that is less outright terrifying, in which I can modulate, but it does seem like people want to prove you wrong and get angry, which I perceive as aggression.

2. 

Which brings me to boundaries. Can I shut things down when I'm overwhelmed. In the present case, the answer was no. They both didn't stop and the fact that I asked for this was interpreted as admission of defeat.Oftentimes, getting out of the situation was more of an ordeal than dealing with it. [We stayed at a hotel the one time and he did things that made me very uncomfortable (in like a “things that I shudder at thinking about even now” kind of way; not sexual btw which this has made it sound). I thought I was as clear as I could’ve been by saying, “I’m going to legit have a breakdown if you keep doing that” but apparently it came across as a joke (gotta improve on communication as well). He stopped and apologised when he realised I was crying, but later blamed me for not being more assertive and laughed at my ‘exaggerated’ response and “meltdown”. At this point I wanted to leave and go home, but he withheld [my copy of] the key. He insisted and manipulated and coerced for discussion, said I could have the key if I “really wanted it, but do I actually want that”, until it was just easier to give in. The helplessness and feeling trapped of that evening haunts me to this day, and I want to be very sure to never be in any situation where that is even a possibility again no matter what.]

I need to get better at knowing what is and isn't okay and being strong enough to enforce that.

3.

(a) Attachment is a bitch. Utterly unfamiliar sensation, one I don't know my way around at all. The rarity of relation makes it seem so fucking precious, so fucking necessary to protect even to my detriment and his. Dare I tip the boat or will it sink. Should I be the dancing monkey to keep it from sinking. Should he.

(b) The feeling of giving a damn what someone thinks of me is also foreign and difficult. It also seems hella intensified by virtue of not existing elsewhere. Disapproval feels devastating. Criticism becomes attack. Everything feels like a continuous effort to establish worth. I'd imagined acceptance could be taken for granted, but I questioned it the whole way (obviously doesn't help when he demands changes).

(c) I have trouble distinguishing between personal issues and insecurities and legitimate reason to be upset. I think this is typical. But with trial and error, one can probably pick up on what you carry with you across differing people and circumstances. I don't have that data. I have nothing to compare against. I also suspect some parts of this is him treating legitimate reasons as being my distorted perceptions, which I'm pretty sure did happen for a few things that I believe are 'objectively' shitty.

5. 

I trust. Too. Fucking. Much. I take shit at face value. This is very often dumb and...bad in literally every sense, but I don’t yet know how to identify preemptively when that's the case. I also fail to be adequately 'suspicious' I guess to be alert to minor inconsistencies later on. Lies are especially devastating. I built my reality around you using that fundamental premise. Now you tell me it was false all along. Where does that leave me? I go back to substitute and nothing makes sense. I don't know if the initial statement was a lie or the claim that it's false was. I don't know if everything I remember is just distorted somehow. I don't know what to do. (aside: gaslighting? I’m inclined to say “effectively, yes”. The best explanation I have is that for many things he rewrote the narrative in his own mind and does not remember the things that blatantly contradict it. For other things, I cannot see that being possible and am forced to think it’s just pure lies). All of this could have been prevented if I accounted for people being dishonest.

6. 

(a) I lose sympathy. Genuinely did not ever expect this to happen. Enough hurt, enough deception and I stop trying to understand why. I assume malice. I expect malice in future interactions and misread situations as a result. In the beginning I made fucktons of effort to be understanding of things far from my typical range (hello, admissions of past violence and present homicidal ideation. Hello, talking someone out of real intention of ruining a person's life over a minor slight). Honestly, I think I overreached. Some of these things were not things I should have tolerated, accepted even. When I started walking on eggshells to not have him ruin my life, too, that was probably when I should've gotten out. He claimed that the people he cares about are exceptions. That's probably true, otherwise I would currently be in a ton of shit. But at some point I did stop believing it.

(b) I don't really think that most of the things that happened were malicious. Some, he admits, were. But mostly he wasn't out with the intention to hurt me, but he also didn't make the effort...not to. Even with me repeatedly complaining about things, he was defensive or dismissive, considering me talking about an issue to be me creating issues in his life. This is super shitty, his damage is caused by a stubborn ego fixation and sheer passivity, thoughtlessness (he has agreed to all of this in our final conversation), but it isn't exactly intentionally malicious. If he genuinely didn't believe there was a problem, that is an issue, and the fact that he utterly failed until the end to even consider the possibility of a valid complaint, is a very real flaw. He is bad insofar as "he is lazy and incompetent at being good". Which I can understand but nevertheless protect myself from. Ideally, sooner. At the point where I start feeling like someone is being shitty more often than not, something needs to happen. A discussion, a reconsideration, a run-as-fast-as-you-can... Something.

Idk. This isn't everything. But yeah.

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* These 3 PDs are often used in illustrating the idea of pathologising difference: few of the criteria are about subjective distress and many about extrinsic value judgements of what a person should be like (lol, my clinical psych final had an essay question on this). I don't necessarily agree but it does speak to a shared thread of...something. That said, this characterisation is tbh still too broad for my liking. Importantly, it is definitively applicable to autistic people but I do not in general relate to that in the same way. Some specific manifestations of it, yes, but I have seen far too many excessively... 'human' autistic people to include the whole category. There are probably folks in the PD categories who are also like that but I think much less common.

[connorssock]

If youre comfortable can we get some ace!Gavin?

I’m such a dumbass, when Ifirst read this I thought you meant if I’m physically comfortable as I am XD Somy initial thought was, it’s very sweet of you to consider that but here I amin slummy home clothes, under 4 blankets on the sofa with a dog by my side. Ithink I’m pretty cosy so should be able to write. And then it hit me. Yes. I amthat thick. But to answer your actual (equally sweet) concern, this isabsolutely a-okay so have some ace!Gavin!

If The Shoe Fits

Reputations were a serious thing. Gavin wasknown as a bit of a workaholic, a foul mouthed asshole, a brat. What he wasn’tknown for though, was being a ladies’ man. Or rather, in his case, a gentlemen’sman. There weren’t even whispers of his conquests, even after a night ofhitting bars and nobody could remember what really went on. Rumoursoccasionally cropped up that he was seen in some bar or other with someone, butnot once had Gavin ever outright answered a question about whether he wasdating anyone or had a casual fling. Gradually, people just accepted that maybethere were a few areas of his life that Gavin much preferred to keep private.

It didn’t escape the attention of the eagle eyesgossips at the DPD that over time, Nines and Gavin had grown close. Very close.They spent most of their lunchtimes together, sat side by side. On occasion,Nines would dip his finger into whatever Gavin was munching on and pop it intohis mouth for analysis. Usually, he’d hum in approval but on some days he’dsend Gavin a withering look and declare his lunch unfit for even a pig.Expectation and experience dictated that Gavin would blow up in Nines’ face atthe insult. Instead, he tipped his head back and laughed while Nines crammedfood into him to shut him up.

“You two make a cute couple,” Tina grinned asshe watched Nines try to throw jellybeans into Gavin’s waiting mouth across thebreakroom.

The jellybean sailed through the air just asGavin’s mouth snapped shut and stared at her in horror. It bounced off hischeek and Nines clicked his tongue in disappointment.

“We’re not,” Gavin stumbled over his words. “Imean, we aren’t. It’s not like.”

“Just tell me this much, is sex with an androidreally all that much better than with a human?” Tina snickered at his growingflush.

“Gavin wouldn’t know that,” Nines butted in. “Atleast not with me because I’m not equipped with human genitalia.”

“Ohhhhh,” Tina looked between them. “Is that whyyou guys aren’t official yet?”

“No!” Gavin snapped and grumpily slammed a mugunder the coffee machine.

He completely missed the look Nines shot him,one full of assessing contemplation.

The days went on, nobody brought up the thingbetween Gavin and Nines again, just let them get on with things as before.Lunches were still spent together, messing around and laughing with each other.Cases and reports were much the same too. Nines still went home with Gavin inthe evenings and they came in together too. Whispers were quickly shut downthough, warnings that it was a touchy topic for Gavin spread and for once,people respected his need for privacy until his relationship with Nines wasclarified.

“Gavin,” Nines stood by the closed front door tohis apartment and for the first time in his life looked nervous. “I haveprocured the necessary upgrades to maintain a physical relationship with you.My apologies I didn’t obtain it sooner, I did not realise this lack was whathas made you reticent about declaring our relationship.”

He expected many things but not for Gavin toheavily sit down on the couch and hang his head while muttering a tired “shit”.

“If I have misread the situation then pleaseaccept my apologies. I did not mean to presume.” Nines stood stock still, everybit the awkward android he felt himself to be.

“It’s not that. Fuck, Nines. I don’t know how tosay this,” Gavin rubbed a hand over his face. “The whole sex thing. It, I’venever, not really. Urgh. It’s just not my scene.”

Silence stretched between them as Nines tried tomake sense of it all.

“I want to be with you, I really do,” Gavincontinued, desperate to have anything but the quiet, or the shouting and namecalling that usually followed this conversation.

“You’re asexual,” Nines nodded to himself as heput the pieces together.

Gavin nodded sadly and pushed away from thesofa.

“I still wish to be with you too,” Nines foundhimself reflecting Gavin’s words.

“But you’re not ace, and those upgrades cost apretty penny,” Gavin approached him with none of his usual bluster. “We canstill make use of it; I can make you feel good if you want.”

His hands went for Nines’ belt but there was noexcitement in his voice, his face was slack, eyes distant with worry. It waseasy to wrap fingers around his wrists to stop him.

“We don’t have to,” Nines tried to catch Gavin’seyes but it was proving impossible.

“That shit’s expensive; I don’t want you to havewasted all that money on something you won’t get to use. Or if you want, youcan find someone else who can give you more, someone who is better. Someone whois norm-”

“I want you,” Nines cut in. “You’re perfect asyou are. This upgrade was for you only because I thought it was what youwanted. I had foolishly assumed you weren’t keen to declare our relationshipbecause we hadn’t engaged in coitus. Now I know better and realise you wereworried I would demand more than you were willing to give.”

Cheeks aflame, Gavin nodded and mumbled a soft “yeah”.

“You forget, I’m an android. Sexualgratification isn’t central, or even all that desired in my kind. We havedifferent needs. Sex is a human construct that we can indulge in but do notgain the same pleasure from it. So I can keep this upgrade purely for aestheticreasons because I do like the way my slacks fall. Or I can remove it if youfeel its presence is a pressure on you.”

He pulled Gavin into his arms for a hug and wassurprised at how little resistance he was met with. It was all too easy to tuckGavin’s head into the crook of his neck, to let him snuggle in and re-centrehimself.

“Now,” Nines began with a soft smile when Gavinfinally pulled away, “I do believe you promised me two episodes rather than theusual one tonight.”

They settled on the sofa like almost every othernight, Gavin’s feet in Nines’ lap and immersed themselves in the show they’dbeen watching for the last couple of months.

The next day they walked into the precinct,heads held high, fingers linked and Tina whistled at the sight.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

oh, continuing on from too-long, incoherent post made hours ago when nobody was online, obvs, No-Friends Club members put ur hands in—

one weird thing i remembered is the Experience of like, time to put interpersonal boundaries in place by setting boundaries on My Own Emotions, you know what i’m saying! like for example the Cold Math issue of having no friends, where like, you have a few ppl who talk with you, and just like, thanks to proportions and statistics alone, on your end its like thank god for these noble few who are each like, 490% of the good interactions you get in life, the beautiful line of defense between you and utter isolation, and on their end its gonna be like, you’re a person they talk to sometimes. and that’s too easy to forget sometimes so i just commit to remembering it, and like, deliberately Not getting overenthused/overinvested about it, cuz it’s just not fun to sorta put the cart before the horse and then have the repeated realization that you’re really not going to be an official friend or whatever or that significant a figure in other ppl’s lives. rough!! you know what i’m talking about re: this experience?

it’s just tricky and i don’t even entirely have a handle on it to this day (tho a way better handle on it than when i had to figure out how this situation worked years ago) in part cuz like, actually, despite having been isolated in varying degrees for like, basically my whole life except less during college tho i often had Big Lonely problems then too, despite that and also despite anxiety ishes (issues) and discomfort with social situations sometimes for other reasons, i’m like, actually a real social person when its the kind of social setup i Can be comfortable with, which is a decent variety imo. and i really like people actually, if they arent terrible, and i really like interacting with them If They Arent Terrible, and in theory i would Love to have friends and that’s always been true. and im an enthusiastic and passionate person, what can i say, so it’s a funky time having to reign that in when yknow, generally, like “oh im excited to have a friend” should be a wholly positive sentiment that’s not gonna burn you as long as the other person isn’t evil. but! i do gotta rein in that sentiment. like settle down. like i was saying before about not “hoping” to have friends technically even tho of course i’d always like to and like, if anything erring on the side of caution and not being like, oh yeah these ppl who interact on occasion / amicably with me are my friends. undersell myself eh. if i have friends i’ll try to figure it out after the fact rather than overestimate connections and be disappointed ad infinitum or what have u

also! bring it tf in for ppl with “weird” social skills! losers since preschool or whenever you started being around groups of your age peers! having the intangible Vibe that ppl pick up on and you get sort of socially written off or the Sort-Of-Contempt which is loads of fun. and kind of operating on slightly different frequencies communication wise, or having your social / behavioral cues be misread b/c its not the “normal” meaning, all that kinda thing, so that your Trying To Be Friendly might be Weird In A Bad Way to other ppl, or your social discomfort getting read as “they don’t like us” instead of “they aren’t comfortable with some aspects of this situation”, etc etc etc.....it’s a bummer cuz like, thank god for online socialization b/c in a lot of ways for a lot of reasons its so much more doable for me, but there’s still ways it has downsides, like, i don’t like groupchats which is like, synonymous with We’re Actual Friends Now, so, tough break for me there, and i don’t often start talking to ppl b/c i don’t assume any particular individual would be interested in that and it takes ages for it to occur to me that anyone might, and i don’t think i always am that good at writing my thoughts and also just like In Person i often don’t know what/how to say things even with zero pressure and also just like in person i can be sort of cagey and Underwhelming......whereas IN person i can actually be chatty as fuck and often overtalkative and i like to Get Silly and all that shit. not to say im not underwhelming in person, too! cuz yeah most of the time im overly quiet and people are surprised when i talk or when i make reference to the fact i have Big Opinions and big emotions b/c they thought i just had an equally quiet inner world i guess lol.......like yeah!! on one hand i’m like woops im fucking this up cuz im holding back and on the other hand its like uh oh now im making a mess cuz when i dont hold back im generally not In Accordance With Ppls Tastes And Preferences cuz im being too much. sort of lose-lose-lose. me and cats are the same. also i ought to be better at initiating conversation but i’m crap at it cuz im like, lowkey constant assumption that if ppl arent talking to me they don’t want to and it’d be annoying to say something, which is not Correct. but also i’m always nervous and nervous about ppl. oh well, we’ll get there maybe

anyways i like when characters have no friends and it’s not for lack of trying/wanting them!! it’s a weird experience and ya love that Relatable Material. like its funny alana calling everyone “acquaintances” cuz im out here doing that already lol my friendly acquaintances......like ideally yeah it’d be nice to have close friends but i do appreciate Being A Casual Fixture On The Perimeters Of Someone’s Life And Maybe Sometimes I Get To Be A Small Positive Experience In Their Existence for what it is, but it Is fairly depressing being the fleeting NPC in the outer / tangential orbits of mostly everybody who knows you. c’est la vie!!!! it is both good and not good. anyway back to acquaintances. yeah like seeing that “earnest efforts to have friends but it fails for various reasons” is fun cuz like yeah!! population: Same! though i’ve never really been like that specific character. i also like the book “the murder of bindy mackenzie” and the character is kind of like alana’s too. an academically supersuccessful girl who tries to reach out to her peers but her methods don’t work and she’s misreading others and others are misreading her and she’s distressed about various aspects of her life and also, someone’s trying to kill her. though i wasn’t too much like those other characters either. i feel like luna lovegood makes the list, on account of she like, is just nice and friendly but nobody likes her because of apparently weird interests which shouldnt be considered weird but i guess that was a probably-accidental commentary on how arbitrary Social Acceptability can be, and also because she is sort of unusual in terms of her average demeanor, and that’s not really reason not to like her but not only does she have no friends but also people are just sort of mean to her. feels real man! fondly recalling the times i’ve had to realize in retrospect that people were actually making fun of me...etc etc...other depressing things......and shoutout to the black suits for having that collective representation of varying ways to be a weird dumbass with Issues who nobody likes. very meta that i’ve wished i could be in a shitty for-fun high school garage band for the Hanging Out With Friends aspect of it alone. nato is also great representation for “superlative academic performance but doesn’t actually care about school and only cares about like, a snail he saw today, and being a weird goofaround loser 24/7”

where was i going with this!! just adding on more ideas i guess. Tumblr Mobile Don’t Eat My Post. other lifelong members of the no-friends-and-it-sucks club @ me!! struggling with figuring out how to at least feel more okay with your crappy social experience because there’s no real way to feel good about it but we’re at least trying to feel less bad, @ me! we’re valid and we’re Didn’t Ask For This But Here We Are

[vaultsixtynine]

there’s a tres drama au that exists where teakettle wasn’t isolated as a prodigy child during her initial jedi upbringing & was allowed to Mingle with other jedi kids, in which case i feel like her and bastila would already have known each other (as friends and maybe frenemies sometimes, but still generally a warm feeling -) this au could either maintain course re: bastila siding with the council during the mandalorian wars (first betrayal, followed by second betrayal when bastila hunted teakettle down & third betrayal when she allowed the jedi council to completely re-mold her mind & identity), or an even spicier au where bastila takes malak’s place (but teakettle would never leave bastila in a weird apprentice situation, because that implies non-equal footing and teakettle doesn’t / wouldn’t really see bastila that way) 

after that replacement i really don’t know where this au goes because i frankly cannot see bastila being enough of a dumbass to do what malak attempted to do, but i digress. in a malak-bastila swap, all the Scary ‘The Sith Are Coming For You!’ overtures are literally just bastila trying to get teakettle back / away from their enemies, but it’s entirely misread because . teakettle. doesn’t have any of her memories

[dyketectivecomics]

“So far from me now, but, oh, I can hear the sound” -Porter Robinson, Hear the Bells

(note: magic fam au, listened to the song for the first time in awhile & this scene manifested... so have it)

The first time she had met Jason, he had pulled her from the edge of a building.

Not that Raven was actually in danger, because she was getting ready to fly, of course. But it was a nice sentiment.

He was the new Robin, one that couldn’t have been much older than herself, unlike the previous one.

Now that Dick was clear across the country with his Titan team, with no intention of returning, Batman needed a new sidekick. Jason was filling the role.

But after working with Dick for a few years on a number of different missions, she was less than impressed. This kid was scrawny, unkempt, and most of all, clearly nervous about having ‘stopped’ her from ‘jumping’.

Probably because she had landed rather inconveniently right on top of him after his rescue attempt.

It didn't take an empath to see his blush underneath the spray of freckles on his cheeks, or the apologies as his black curls bounced with every stutter, to understand the embarrassment that he felt. But it did take one to feel the underlying determination and concern he was filled with.

Raven had to admit, if she hadn't been so annoyed by him initially, it might have been charming.

But she was 12, it had been a year since she lost one of her closest friends, who was terrible at keeping in contact with her, and to top it all off, her parents were going through a rather messy ‘break’ at the moment.

She couldn’t stand when John and Zatanna were like this, trying not to project their resentment for each other while she was around, barely holding it in when she was in the room with them. The walls weren’t exactly thick, she still heard the yelling.

They were giving her emotional whiplash and it wasn't the first time. Which was why she made her way to the roof of John’s apartment, with every intention of flying to one of the higher points in the city to meditate on what this change would mean.

And here was a boy in shining red, green and yellow, stopping her in her tracks, and making a fool of himself as he misremembered platitudes and misread the situation.

“I wasn’t going to jump,” she said finally, pushing herself off of him and dusting herself off as she made her way back to the ledge. She tried zipping her jacket higher around her neck, as the wind picked up. Not the best night to be flying, really, but at least she had planned a bit ahead and had her black hair braided back.

He grabbed her arm once more to stop her.

“No offense, but you were bending your knees,” Robin shot back defensively, “Looked like you were ready to jump to me.”

“I can fly, dumbass.”

“Yeah? So can I, but you don’t see me-”

“No. I can literally fly.”

One eye of his domino mask raised in tandem with his eyebrow, skeptical. “Just so you know, I have all night. There’s literally nothing else that I need to do-”

“Oh for- ETATIVEL!” Zee’s magical shortcuts were something that didn't come as naturally for Raven. But they certainly helped in situations like these. And seeing the new boy wonder’s jaw drop as she floated above his head was certainly priceless.

She started sinking as her Intent with the spell waned. More of a parlor trick, really. Her magic was something that required... a bit more soul, so to speak.

“Now if you don't mi-”

He reached for her arm again. Dammit, didn’t he realize that she didn't want to be here?

“I know that look.” For the first time that night, his face looked absolutely serious, and his aura screamed a kind of sadness that Raven realized mirrored her own at the moment. It was older, though, as if it was a bit aged, but still very similar. “You’re running away from something.”

“Glad to see Batman’s making more excellent detectives,” she sneered, yanking her arm out of his grip. It was a front, learned from John. Act unpleasant enough, and most people knew when to leave well enough alone.

Not this one, though.

“Look, um, you don’t have to talk about it, or whatever but-”

Not too far off, Divinity Church’s bells chimed the hour, just loud enough to silence the boy. 10 o’clock. The night was still oh-so-very young.

“Message understood, boy wonder.” She turned away from him a final time.

But as she began focusing herself once more, bending her knees slightly in preparation for a take off, she still felt him projecting behind her. Something she could only pin as being forlorn.

It was a split decision before she found herself sighing in exasperation and sitting on the ledge instead of jumping. One leg hanging off the side, the other hugged close to her chest, she pat the spot next to her.

“Alright, take a seat. You said you have all night, right?”

She never turned back to see his initial reaction, but the boy was grinning ear to ear. Satisfied, and happy to helpful. She wouldn't admit it till years later, but she was grateful he had stepped up when he did.

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #195: Assault on a Mind Cage!

May, 1980

... Wasp’s new outfit is just so terrible.

And I’m a little bummed that apparently Wasp is going to end up captured and have to be rescued by her husband and her husband’s spin-off character.

She’s on the Avengers now and Hank isn’t and I was hoping that she’d get to grow into herself a little bit.

But hey... first time Ant-Man, Yellowjacket and the Wasp are together in one book apparently? And first time the new Ant-Man is appearing in Avengers, the team that will ruin his life and then kill him.

H-hooray?

So last time: the Avengers had a quiet day (except Vision who broke a bunch of stuff because he was a poet and didn’t know it) which was ruined when an escapee from an institute for the criminally insane showed up and begged the Avengers to save him from people that were trying to kill him.

Instead of doing that, the Avengers handed Selbe back over to the Institute because, hey, their paperwork was all in order!

Wasp thought there was more going on than was apparent and followed back to the institute with the Avengers following after once they realized that Wasp was missing.

And that brings us to now, where the Avengers are lurking outside the Solomon Institute for the Criminally Insane in Southampton, Long Island.

The Wasp is inside, maybe.

Also, they picked up Yellowjacket and Ant-Man at some point on the way.

But they also never explained anything to Yellowjacket at some point along the way which gives an excuse for Captain America to recap the previous issue.

Iron Man chimes in some exposition that he learned off-panel about the Solomon Institute. Apparently this institute for the criminally insane is choosy who they accept as a patients, which is a weird quality for a psychological institute to have, right?

But not weird enough to get the Avengers a search warrant so instead they’re going to flaunt the law by having Yellowjacket sneak in to snoop around.

Oh and apparently the Avengers didn’t pick up Ant-Man. Yellowjacket invited him along and he’s been lurking tiny sized waiting to make a dramatic entrance, which he does when Iron Man laments having to send Yellowjacket in alone.

Although its less of a partnership and more of a... job shadowing?

Ant-Man: “YJ asked me to meet him here when he found out what the scam was. And being something of a neophyte in the super hero biz, I jumped at the chance to learn at the hands -- er, wings -- of an old pro!”

Intern Ant-Man. Antern-Man!

So with Captain America telling them to get on with it already, Yellowjacket and Ant-Man fly off to infiltrate.

And Yellowjacket thanks Scott Lang Ant-Man for coming along.

Yellowjacket: “I appreciate your coming along on such short notice, Scott. I know your job at Stark International is important, and --”

Ant-Man: “Say, look, I enjoy soldering transistors as much as the next guy -- but the reason I originally took your offer to be Ant-Man was because I craved excitement and adventure. And if that means being docked an hour’s pay, pal, then them’s the breaks!”

I like that transistors are still a huge deal in Stark’s company. Tony Stark doesn’t forget his roots.

But also I misread Scott’s line and briefly struggled with the incorrect revelation that Scott Lang invented PayPal.

I briefly existed in a very different and confusing world.

Anyway, Ant-Man, Yellowjacket, and a giant swarm of ants sneak in through the keyhole of a side door at the Solomon Institute. And nobody notices.

There’s a guard right next to the door and he doesn’t hear a giant swarm of ants flying through a keyhole.

I was under the impression that that many flying insects creates a racket.

So as the strangely hearing impaired guard trudges off to get coffee, Ant-Man and Yellowjacket climb into the ventilation system while Ant-Man tells his ants to split up, gang, to cover more ground.

The two size-shifting heroes take a tour through the vents and see that this supposed institute is very weird.

Like. Should a place for treating the criminally insane have so many guns in the big communal bedroom? Or a big communal bedroom?

And instead of therapy, they spot people doing combat drills. Or maybe its... physical therapy?

And further along, they spot a group of people talking about candidates, students and fulfilling an order for Dr. Octopus.

Why would Dr. Octopus need inmates from an institute of criminally insan-

Oh wait a dang minute.

This isn’t an institute for the criminally insane at all, or at least not in the mental health sense!

The Solomon Institute is a front for a training academy for all those goons that supervillains always seem to have!

Although to be fair, Ant-Man and probably some of the audience have probably wondered where all those faceless lackeys came from (they have a name, Scott, probably!)

And disguising it as a place for the criminally insane means nobody would suspect a thing because training camp/institute, they’d both have a lot of criminals hanging around.

But the tour is over because “Steed” the ant and friends have returned with news on the Wasp’s whereabouts.

And she’s. She was captured off-panel (dammit, comic) and is being kept in some kind of dumb oxygen tent to keep her unconscious with sleeping gas.

She’s the only one of the Avengers that had any kind of initiative and insight and you play her like this, this comic? Come on!

There’s so many other ways this could have been played other than having her be the damsel in distress.

She could be solid snaking the institute, looking for actionable informations. She could have set off one of those emergency beacons from last time to lead the Avengers to her position. Anything other than caught off-panel!

Hmph.

Anyway, Yellowjacket blames himself because clearly with him around to tell her what to do, this wouldn’t have happened. Ant-Man, more savvy to the combined effectiveness of Yellowjacket and the Wasp instead predicts that Hank would have ended up captured too.

Also, Ant-Man has an ant-plan.

I.e., he plans to use ants to solve this and every other problem.

Its what he does, what he knows, and what he’ll stick with, thank you very much.

So Ant-Man summons a big swarm of ants to distract the guards and random scientist with biting of the eyeballs and otherwise and then Yellowjacket flies down to shoot one with his disrupter blasts and Ant-Man does the growing uppercut thing that is a cornerstone of Shrink Fu.

Then they get Wasp out of that dumb oxygen/sleeping gas tent and she revives almost immediately.

I don’t know how sleeping gas works but it seems like maybe it would take longer than that but whatever.

And with Wasp awake and “Just... slightly embarrassed. I-it only hurts... when I think” she can recount What Happened To The Wasp.

So, yes. We get to see her damseled on-panel. Honestly, its a little better than the alternative. =\

So since she thought that Selbe was telling the truth when the Solomon Institute’s limo took him away, she followed on wing.

Wasp: “It was so cold... I was almost as blue as my boots by the time we reached the Solomon Institute... but that was nothing compared to the chill I felt when I saw those stormtrooper guards... and heard the orderlies told to prepare Selbe for some sort of operation!”

Hey. Maybe you wouldn’t be so cold if you didn’t design a new costume during wintertime that is missing a sleeve and a pant leg? Just a thought.

Seriously, why this new costume?

Sure she was right about shady business, Wasp slipped into Selbe’s cell and returned to normal size to try to revive him.

But that was a stupid move because apparently there were hidden cameras in the cell and the room was filled with fast-acting sleeping gas to incapacitate her.

And the next thing she knew, she was being woken up by Ant-Man and Yellowjacket.

And then she starts making out with Yellowjacket because that’s what you do when your husband rescues you from a fake institute that’s really a training camp for mooks. You get a little frisky.

But Ant-Man points out the obvious thing. If Selbe’s cell was monitored, what are the odds that this room is too?

Very. Very odds.

Dr Solomon: “A most perspicacious query, young man. Unfortunately -- it is also rather tardy!”

Geez. Its always a bit hurtful when the villains call the heroes dumbasses. Its usually true but its like adding insult to intended injury. Exactly like that, in fact.

And we meet Dr. Pernell Solomon, as spoiled by my putting his name on that offset dialogue.

Wasp exclaims - and I’ll take her word for this - that Dr. Solomon looks just like Selbe except thirty years older.

So Solomon reveals that Selbe IS HIM DUN DUN DUNNN! but for more information please join him in his study. And that please is just to be polite. The guns that attack the nervous system are the real please in this situation.

Meanwhile, outside, the Avengers continue to wait outside. In the snow.

Luckily Beast thought to bring coffee. Although when this happened will be a mystery. Maybe the Avengers just keep some instant brew on the Quinjet just in case. That would make sense.

Either way, the point of this vignette is a conversation between Wonder Man and Ms Marvel.

And the point of the conversation between Wonder man and Ms Marvel is how Carol is an overreacting, touchy feminist.

I cannot think of any other intended reading for this exchange:

Wonder Man: “I can’t help it, Ms. Marvel. I’m worried. Maybe Iron Man and I should have just smashed our way in and pulled the Wasp out. After all, we are --”

Ms Marvel: “--‘Men’? Are you still on that kick? Look, Simon, I know you were out of action for a long time, but this isn’t the 60′s anymore! You’ve got to learn that women are more than fair damsels waiting to be rescued by shining knights! The Wasp is a valuable team member, as competent as any of her male counterparts! She --.”

Wonder Man: “Ms. Marvel, what I was going to say was that perhaps we should have gone after the Wasp because we’re... her friends.”

Ms Marvel: “‘Her...?’ oh.”

=|

I choose to believe that the ellipses in Wonder Man’s reply is because he’s frantically trying to dig himself out of the hole he put himself in.

But that’s not the intended reading. I know that because the very next panel has Beast smirking across the distance and Jocasta suggesting they put more sugar in Carol’s coffee.

Ha. Ha. Ha. Isn’t it hilarious how tightly wound she is?

I don’t want to pretend I can guess the motives of the creative staff behind these books from across the gulf of time. But considering whats in store for Carol, a writing out of the book that would make Classic Doctor Who go ‘geez that’s fucked up’ I can’t think that otherwise.

At least in Avengers so far, Carol has been pretty chill about her feminism and Wonder Man has been stuck in the past.

But this swaps things so Wonder Man is the poor, put-upon misinterpreted well-meaning dude.

Bah.

Anyway.

Ant-Man, the Wasp, and Yellowjacket are taken at gunpoint to Dr Solomon’s office so he can explain EVERYTHING.

Why? Because otherwise how would we, the audience, understand what was going on?

Basically, Selbe is a clone of Dr Solomon.

DUN DUN DUN

Well. Its slightly more obvious if you know German since Selbe apparently means “same.”

Because Dr Solomon was born with a weak heart and a rare blood type so it would be hard to get a transplant. So obviously the most correct and obvious solution is to just grow a new heart that is genetically identical.

This raises the question, if Selbe is just a clone of Solomon, wouldn’t his heart also be weak? But surely a scientific genius who explains his whole plot to superheroes would have thought of that.

Selbe is just a few months old, by the way. Artificially aged up.

Why is it even necessary for the clone to be self-aware if he’s just an organ harvest or why it even needs to be a full-bodied clone if you’re just after a heart is a mystery.

Because here’s what happened. Selbe heard that he was going to be killed to be harvested and also heard about the Avengers and decided ‘fuck this shit, i’m out’ and escaped to look for the Avengers’ help.

Of course we all know how that went. With him right back where he started and several Avengers being forced to listen to exposition at gunpoint.

Wasp actually questions why someone intelligent enough to set up a secret training school for supervillain mooks would need to create a full, self-aware clone just to get a heart but Solomon reveals that he’s just an administrator. He didn’t set this up. And if it gets out that he was using resources for a personal project, geez would he be in trouble!

He has no trouble saying that in front of several of his guards who no doubt would never blackmail him.

Dr Solomon: Pretty smart dude.

Also he notices that Yellowjacket has been wiggling his... shoulder wing things.... and tells him to cut it out.

But wiggling his shoulder things allowed Yellowjacket to build up a charge for his DISRUPTER BLASTS!

FZZAK ZZAK!

And Ant-Man punches a guy too. Good job, Ant-Man.

Dr Solomon tells his remaining two guards to “jangle them!” because the neural attacking guns are called janglers.

Takes some of the menace out. JANGLE THEM YOU FOOLS! See?

But the two guards find their guns clogged with ants.

Good job, Ant-Man! And Yellowjacket had detected the ant controlling signals so that’s why he knew it was safe to attack.

Dr Solomon decides he’ll try to strangle Wasp because she hasn’t contributed to the escape attempt at all so she must be a pushover.

And granted, I was just about to complain about that but when Solomon grabs her, Wasp introduces his chin to the heel of her palm.

“This ‘lady’ -- is a champ!” indeed!

Also “Nice teamwork, people” indeed. Wasp is just saying all the right things.

I begrudgingly forgive her of her new costume.

More guards burst in but rather than wide-dispersal *snrrk* janglers, they’re carrying cartridge weapons so everyone shrinks down to avoid the guns or perhaps lasers and then Yellowjacket and Wasp combine their respective blasts to COLLAPSE THE ROOF ON THE GUARDS

DANG

I can never get a bead on how powerful the disrupters and bio-stings are supposed to be...

Meanwhile, outside again, the Avengers notice a vehicle approach and land at the institute.

“The sinister craft glides slowly down from a gun-gray sky... hovers for a moment... and then settles with a metallic whisper. The master has arrived!”

The Avengers boggle vacantly at how advanced the ship is and Wonder Man says that they should be ready for anything.

But meanwhile, inside again, I’m noticing that although the Avengers are involved, this is basically an Ant-Man, Yellowjacket, and the Wasp team-up story.

The three of them find Selbe’s chamber and there’s only one guard guarding it. So Wasp flies inside his ear and whistles

REALLY LOUDLY

And then flies out, grows, and chops him in the back of the head to knock him out.

While complaining about how waxy the guy’s ear was.

It was your decision to go for this tactic, Jan.

They unlock Selbe’s cell. Wasp tells him they’re getting him out of here and they’re going to find the one really behind all this madness and-

Aw dang.

The one really behind all this madness found them.

And beat up Yellowjacket and Ant-Man so quickly and so off-panel that Wasp didn’t even notice.

Taskmaster: “My moniker’s the Taskmaster, shuggy, and I run this little operation -- along with a dozen or so others. My shtick is teaching the teachers, an’ I’ve just decided that you an’ your sleepyhead partners here would make perfect visual aides for my next class. It’s one o’ my favorites, dumplin’. I call it -- DISMEMBERMENT 101!”

Yup. Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiintroducing, Taskmaster! And he’ll be staying around for a while.

Just like the Terrible Tinkerer was introduced to explain where the villains got all their fabulous toys, the Taskmaster was introduced to explain where villains got their never ending armies of vaguely competent henchmen.

But as you can tell by the next issue caption, this is a three-part story. So to be continued next time.

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