#I need it for me so bad it will not fix me but it may help

[sqgeism]

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 let me hear you say ! | various hsr men x gender neutral reader

💌 — ; please ! let me hear you say ! pleaaaaaaaase ! even with the fact you and your boyfriend have been together for years now, he needs you like the air he breathes. and he is NOT afraid to let it be known.

love mail — sage loses the plot part 5 million 🤗.... whatever is going awn in this plot idek it came to me in a vision 👻 ! dont mass unfollow me if this is bad PLEAASEE PLEASE PLEASE 😞😞🙏🙏💔💔 (dramatic)

"must i recite you poetry written by the most romantic of poets? you know i want you here, you know i'll do anything to keep you, so don't leave. plea..— fuck, please." anaxa, the demised scholar, reduced to a pathetic plea. he's tugging on your sleeve to be 'cordial', but he quickly takes the hand it's inserted itself through to his cheek, kissing your palms as he wants his intentions of what he wants to happen tonight to be very clear.

"come on, sweetheart. one more, mmh—please? i promise you won't be late, just.. just let me have this. i promise it'll just be one" that's a lie and you know it. with the way mydei's face is flushed just the right amount of red, and the fact he's already leaning in, your chin being pulled back to him by his thumb and pointer finger.. all you have to do is say yes and he's all yours. (please, please say yes)

"come on, please? please— i need you. i'll let you do whatever you want, honey. and all i ask for is you to be here." phainon is a BEGGER. totally burying his head in your lap, vice like grip on the sides of your thighs as he pleads for just a little longer. just a bit more time with you—he whines.

"don't.. don't make me beg. because you know i will, and i won't stop. so stop acting like you want to leave, and stay." blade's trying to act nonchalant about it but he's looming over you and subtly running his hands down your back, to your waist, and settling at your hips. he needs this so very badly, he needs you to fix his aching heart.

"i need you. for once, i need something, someone. and by the aeon's i will let it be known rather than suffer in your absence. please- please. i'd rather you stay than be anywhere else." sunday's got you sat on his lap on a comfy lounge chair, practically trapped with the grip he has you in. and oh.. that bastard. to keep your attention on him, he leans in close and personal and uses his wings to block any view you may have from the sides. now you have no choice but to acknowledge the extent of his desperation for just a drop of your time.

"what do you want? new clothes, jewelry, a fancy dinner, money? name it all, and i'll have it arranged. just let me be yours tonight." jing yuan acts like he's courting you, making promises of riches and fortune that'll be yours as if he doesn't spoil you enough. he takes both your hands and brings them up to his chest, and despite his smirk, his eyes are desperate. very.. very desperate.

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[sidemari]

• Aftercare •

Short headcanons about how they treat you after sex.

Characters included: John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, Keegan P. Russ, König and Simon "Ghost" Riley [separately] x GN!Reader

Mari's notes: Let me know if any of you want me to write for other COD characters. My requests are open.

After taking care of your basic needs, such as hydration, cleansing and reassurance, Soap will offer a “movie session”, in which you would watch something lighthearted together while exchanging caresses, kisses and confessions.

A COD post you may like.

John "Soap" MacTavish

As the movie begins, he pulls you into his chest, where you feel the calm beating of his heart against your ear. His hands don't stay still — they slide calmly down your back, sometimes intertwining with yours, other times just stroking your hair or your shoulders.

The confessions come quietly, as he shares funny memories, details of his daily life, and even his most intimate thoughts — the ones he usually hides behind the facade of a playful soldier.

"This protagonist has jokes as bad as yours." You laughed, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"Are you implying that my sense of humor is lame? Because if you really are..." He squeezed your cheek playfully, but his gaze was more intense, with a mischievous smile. You smiled, feeling the tension increase. 

"Oh, the character's is. But I can't deny that you have a special talent for bad jokes." You murmured, and the tone of your voice became lower, loaded with a slight but present desire.

"Come here, I still need you." He moved closer, the heat of his body enveloping yours, and his lips found yours again, but this time with more urgency and more intensity. Maybe criticizing his jokes was the best choice you made that night.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick 

Words of affirmation! Expect this man to offer you, in addition to his comforting presence, all the reassurance you could possibly need after a night of intense sex.

You are the most precious person to him and he makes sure you know it. 

After taking care of you with patience and dedication, he creates a small refuge just for the two of you. The room is softly lit, the temperature is cozy, and everything around you seems to slow down. He remains attentive to every detail: he covers you with a light blanket, fixes your hair so it doesn't bother you, checks if you are warm and relaxed. 

In silence, he gets your favorite drink and a snack — something he knows will do you good — and sits next to you, watching you with affection. You realize, even without words, that in that moment he is completely present, completely devoted to the mission of taking care of you as he cuddles you in his arms and murmurs vows of love and devotion.

"You were so good to me..." He'd murmur against your lips before pulling you into a tender kiss. "Let me spoil you a little before you fall asleep."

You smiled, the warmth of his kiss spreading through your body, feeling yourself enveloped by both the softness and the intensity of the moment. When he pulled away, his eyes were shining, as if he were giving in to the desire to take care of you.

Time passed, between caresses and whispers, as the outside world disappeared and all that mattered was each other's presence. When Gaz pulled you back into a tight hug, you let yourself be enveloped by his warmth, your body relaxing completely.

"Rest... I'll take care of everything."

Keegan P. Russ

Despite being very reserved, he is extremely protective. 

He will always make sure to make you comfortable: whether it is by covering your body with a soft blanket, massaging any sore spots with unusual mastery or even just cuddling you tightly while you recover your energy. 

Even with the tiredness weighing down his muscles, he doesn't think about sleeping before making sure you're okay. His fingers gently run along your hips, precisely exploring most sensitive spots as a way to tease you — even if slightly. The pressure is firm, careful, as if he already knows every inch of you — as if he wants, with that touch, to convey all the love he feels for you.

Despite the rigidity that the world demands of him, with you he allows his shoulders to relax. From time to time, even in moments when everything seems calm, he squeezes you a little tighter, as if confirming to himself that you are there.

“It tickles…” You murmured against his neck as he traced circles with his fingertips against the skin of your hip. He smiled, amused by your statement. 

“You are so precious.” 

“Do you say that because you are trying to make me laugh or because you really think so?” You asked, your voice soft, but with a hint of teasing. You felt the warmth of his breath against your skin, his smile still vibrating through your body like a gentle wave. Your eyes closed for a moment, savoring the feeling of closeness before he answered.

"I say this because, to me, you are more than precious." He kissed the top of your head. "And you are all I want to keep close."

König

He reassures you of your consent and safety every single time he has sex with you for having sex with him can be overwhelming at times, due to his high stamina and the size difference between you two.

König finds it essential to make sure that everything that happened was consensual and that you enjoyed every second of it: even after the peak of physical surrender, he doesn't pull away. On the contrary — it's as if, after all this, the bond between you becomes even stronger. He makes sure you're okay, observing every detail: your breathing, the sparkle in your eyes, the relaxation of your muscles. Nothing escapes his attention.

He has a habit of drawing baths so that you can prolong the emotional connection you both developed for longer: he will take his time taking care of you while the candles perfume the room and he cleans your skin with slow, respectful movements but full of contained desire. This step usually leads to another round of sex, this time calmer but no less intense. 

“Do you want to wear one of my shirts, liebling?” He asked, resting his chin on your head as he hugged you from behind. 

“I would love to.” 

“You look so cute in it.” He offered you his favorite shirt for you to change into. You took it with a shy smile, smelling his scent impregnated in the fabric — a mix of woody soap and something uniquely his that was impossible to name. 

“You’ll end up keeping it inside your wardrobe forever, right?” He asked with a half smile, watching as you dressed it.

“Maybe…”

Simon "Ghost" Riley 

When you first started having occasional encounters, he was relatively cold and reserved after sex, never staying with you until dawn nor even attending to any of your needs diligently. Over time, after you became his partner, he allowed himself to be a little vulnerable and then began to provide you with aftercare. 

If he notices any sign of discomfort, whether physical or emotional, he responds with simple actions: he fetches fresh water and offers it directly into your hands, as a gesture of intimate care. He brings a warm, damp cloth, cleaning your skin patiently, preventing any feeling of vulnerability from turning into disconnection.

If the exhaustion is more emotional than physical, he adapts. He doesn't force conversation, he doesn't wait for words: he just stays there, laying next to you, allowing you to rest your head on his chest as his fingers, now more confident, massage your back with a steady rhythm, gently bringing you back to yourself.

The first morning you woke up with him still by your side was a surprise: his dark blond hair was messy, his voice was deliciously hoarse and his still naked body in intimate contact with your own body.

"Simon...?" You murmured sleepily, almost incredulous to see him still by your side. 

"That would be me." He'd say as he caressed your hair with affection before putting it behind your ear.

“I… thought I was dreaming for a second.”

“If it is a dream... then don't wake me up."

Your heart clenched slightly, a sense of belonging finally taking over you after months — you had finally gained his trust and unconditional love. So you closed your eyes, leaned your forehead against his, and let the silence say what words still couldn't.

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Family Guy - Joan of Arc (Gamer guuurl)

(^including this clip because it really made me reevaluate my stance on this topic a while back and i still haven't forgotten it)

thank you for this post, it felt like i'd go my whole life without ever seeing anyone else pick up on this. i'd also like to add that "guy in dress lol" jokes are harmful to trans men and mascs too (because it tells them they aren't real men for having worn a dress before and that being gnc as a trans guy isn't an option because they will take your manhood away, and it also says dress=girl and girl=bad so when the sex=gender cis man wears a dress/"girl clothes", then he is bad because he is like a girl. and guess which guys are seen as girls the most no matter what they do!) just as "ew tomboy haha it's a girl that's like a guy" jokes harm trans women and fems too.

also, despite there being more male characters and actors, i feel like punishment for gender non-conformity against female characters is disproportionately more common. some shows will have an episode or two where one of the (often respected, beloved, and important) male characters is put in a dress for us to laugh at, but so many shows will have just 1 or 2 prominent female characters at most, and it's very likely one will be "the cringe tomboy one 😨." very often their existence as a character is just to be a failed woman who doesn't perform femininity correctly or enough, and they may even be used as proof that girls will never be as good as boys and so they shouldn't even try. and that's it. the "normal and good" girl characters are extremely hot and feminine and completely irrelevant to the plot (unless they're the love interest), while the "rude ugly tomboy and bad" girl characters' only plot is "wow, wouldn't it just be so much better for all of us if she was normal? let's spend another episode trying to fix her!"

i also find the similarities between the portrayal of tomboy characters and real transmascs in relation to mental health to be... harrowing. to say the least. "Irreversible Damage" by Abigail Shrier, for example, described them as being insecure, depressed, anxious, mentally unwell... but if they would just submit to the movie makeover montage, then they'd see! then they'd be sane! they'll be happier! it's only natural that all girls would want to be girly, so if they claim to dislike it, they must be sick. they need help. (the "help" being a dress and a boyfriend, and the pants and independence are the "sickness")

thank you for listing out specific examples. i feel like everyone knows the tomboy trope in their bones, but it can be hard to list these characters on the spot. especially since the general attitude of "tomboys suck. girls will try to be boys, but we can't let them" and "guy in skirt jokes are the full extent of transphobia in media" are so normalized that it may not strike even the trans men as being offensive, even when it most definitely is.

oh and another thing, i find it odd that "guy pretends to be a girl for Advantages" is seen as Clearly Transphobic to the trans community, but "girl pretends to be a guy for Advantages" is ignored in favor of saying no one is threatened by girls pretending to be guys, and it's used as proof that transmasculinity somehow really does give real life trans men/mascs and nb people who were afab Advantages (over trans women/fems and nb people who were amab, unfairly against cis women, stealing from cis men).

the whole idea (and years-long recent trend) that we should separate entirely the way trans people experience transphobia based on gender and sex has never made sense to me. all trans people are affected by all transphobia. for every narrative against one type of trans person, there's equal and opposite claims made against the other forms of transness. transphobes don't care which kind you are, they care that you're not doing what they want.

ok just one more, you mentioned that one of these was also a misogynistic trope and that misogyny and transandrophobia intersect, and i agree a lot. transphobia and misogyny are 2 sides of the same sexist coin. you can't have misogyny devoid of transphobia, and you can't have transphobia devoid of misogyny.

i'm gonna stop myself now, but thank you again, you are very smart and perceptive

I saw a post earlier, I will not be appending my response to that post to the post itself, but I did want to touch upon it.

The post was about how trans men and transmasculine people afab don't have any media tropes that are, we'll say, problematic for them, the way that the 'funny man in a dress' trope is trans-misogynistic, I wanted to discuss that and lay that claim to rest.

Below I will be discussing some tropes in media that affect trans masculine people afab. Some may be worse than others, some accidental, some maybe on purpose, but I've compiled them because I think it's important to understand that just how the harmful tropes aimed at masculine people afab do exist, they just differ in their execution.

DISCLAIMER: If I have worded anything poorly in this post please tolerate it, English is my fourth language and it can be overwhelming to attempt linguistic perfection or the performance of it for native English Speaker.

EDIT: tumblr really messed my layout and formatting up, sorry for that but I'm not fixing it unless I really need to.

1. “Tomboy Gets a Makeover” = Suddenly She’s Worth Something (AKA: Now She’s Fuckable)

This one’s everywhere. You’ve got a character who’s rough around the edges, usually wears hoodies, maybe doesn’t shave, maybe doesn’t even care what people think. And the story punishes her for that. Until someone (usually a fairy godmother or mean girl turned ally) shoves her into a dress, puts some gloss on her lips, straightens her hair...

and then she’s finally seen as beautiful, desirable, and valid.

The core message? Your masculinity is temporary, and your value doesn’t actually exist until you conform to traditional femininity. You weren’t lovable, datable, or even visible until you softened up and got pretty.

This trope tells young people AFAB:

You're not enough unless you perform femininity

Your gender nonconformity is a flaw to fix

If you're not seen as sexy in the "right" way, you're invisible

And this sticks. Especially for transmascs, who grew up seeing their natural instincts or styles treated like a before picture.

Examples:

The Princess Diaries – Mia goes from “invisible frizzy nerd” to prom-queen level once her hair is flat and her legs are waxed.

A Cinderella Story – Sam’s baggy clothes are treated like a shield for her insecurity, until she shows up in a dress and suddenly earns male attention.

The Breakfast Club – Allison is artsy and weird and quietly masc... until she’s quite literally pink-washed and given a makeover so she can be datable.

She's All That – Laney is cool and self-possessed in her own way, but the movie waits until she’s in a red dress and contacts to take her seriously.

Meteor Garden – Shan Cai’s toughness is tolerable, but she’s still only framed as truly “lovable” after being softened through male attention.

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2. “She Pretended to Be a Boy” = She’s a Lying Snake Whore

When characters AFAB dress or live as boys, it’s almost always framed as deception. Not survival. Not autonomy. Not self-expression. Just trickery. There’s a dramatic “reveal” scene where everyone suddenly feels betrayed, like the character has been scheming the whole time instead of just…

living. Sound familiar?

This isn’t just about fiction. It directly echoes how transmasc people are treated in reality, as liars, as fake men, as threats to those around them just by existing. The idea that someone AFAB could be masculine, or just a guy, is treated like a trap set for unsuspecting cis people.

The underlying message:

You can’t be trusted if you present as masculine

Your gender is a mask, a trick, a crime

If people liked you before, they were duped

it’s the same logic used to justify violence and exclusion towards Transmasculine people AFAB in reality.

Examples:

She’s the Man – Viola pretends to be her brother to play soccer, but it’s all “uh-oh she has boobs” humor. Her gender presentation is the punchline.

The King’s Affection – She lives as the crown prince and does a damn good job, but the tension constantly hinges on whether she’s tricking people by being there at all. Masculinity is okay only if it’s secret and painful.

Coffee Prince – Go Eun-chan presents as male to get a job, and instead of critiquing the system that forces her to do it, the narrative focuses on her guilt and “the reveal.” Masculinity is tolerated, but never fully respected.

Victor/Victoria – Gender is treated as a clever disguise. The moment someone finds out “the truth,” it’s all shock, betrayal, and drama. Queerness framed as a con.

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3. “It’s Just a Phase” = You’ll Be a Real Girl™️ Eventually

You can be a tomboy for now. Run around, get messy, be loud. It’s even kind of cute! As a little kid who needs to grow up. Then suddenly, your masculinity isn’t just childish! it’s a problem. Something to “grow out of.” Something to fix!

This trope trains audiences to see AFAB masculinity as:

Immature

A quirk of childhood

A stepping stone to real femininity

And what does “real girlhood” mean in this context? Dresses. Lip gloss. Boys. The implication is that your value kicks in when you start performing the kind of femininity that makes you palatable and desirable. You were allowed to be wild for a minute, but only if you clean up nice later.

It reinforces the same tired message: Girlhood = destination, not a choice. Masculinity is just the wrong stop on the way. If you are Transmasculine AFAB, you are a child who should grow up, immature, being treated as much younger than they are is a huge issue with transmasculine people AFAB.

I would like to add that this is also a misogynistic trope, but misogyny intersects with transandrophobia in ways that are valid to talk about.

Examples:

The Parent Trap – Annie and Hallie are opposites, but Hallie (tomboy-coded) only really “settles down” and softens once she’s back with her mom. Her rougher edge is charming but temporary.

Now and Then – Roberta is the tomboy of the group, and her Big Moment of Growth™ comes when she puts on a dress. Not solving childhood trauma. Not emotional healing. The dress.

Boys Over Flowers – Jan-di is scrappy, resilient, athletic! and then she falls for the male lead and gradually loses every bit of that fire. By the end, she’s quiet, deferential, and soft. like that’s her natural arc.

Hi My Sweetheart– Rainie Yang’s character starts out masc-presenting and bold. She’s mocked, corrected, and eventually “fixed” into a soft, pink, cutesy girl. Her makeover isn’t for her. it’s the narrative giving her permission to be “dateable.”

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5. “One of the Boys” But Never Really One of the Boys

She’s tough. She’s cool. She fights. She hangs with the guys. She might even burp. But make no mistake! she’s never actually allowed to be one. This trope gives characters AFAB just enough masculinity to seem "interesting," then punishes them if they go too far with it.

Again, this is also a misogynistic trope, but the intersectionality here is important even in the ones that don't seem obvious, some people will poke fun at me putting Natasha here for example, but if you do that you're misunderstanding my intent and I do not care for it.

I am not saying ANY of these characters are coded transmasculine, I am discussing how masculinity is treated in regards to characters AFAB.

The message is clear: You can borrow masculinity, but don’t get comfortable in it.

These characters:

Get constant reminders that they're different

Are sexualized, softened, or sidelined the moment they get too close to “boyish”

Exist to complement the boys, not compete with them

Examples:

Avengers – Natasha Romanoff is deadly, competent, cool under pressure, but also constantly shoved into the “team mom” or “sexy redhead with feelings” role. Her backstory centers around forced sterilization, and her arc in Age of Ultron literally says she’s a “monster” for not being able to have kids. Tell me again how she’s treated like “one of the guys.”

How to Train Your Dragon – Astrid starts out as the alpha fighter, but as soon as Hiccup grows up, she becomes a background girlfriend with no arc of her own. Her sharp edge gets smoothed into supportiveness.

My Hero Academia – Nearly every tough AFAB character gets undercut. Mirko is badass but exists on the fringes. Jirou gets development, but only as support. Bakugo’s mom is comic relief. Meanwhile, male characters are allowed complex, messy, powerful arcs without ever needing to "soften" for the audience.

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“AFAB Character Learns to Embrace Womanhood” = Moral Victory!

You start with a tough, scrappy, masculine-coded person AFAB, maybe she fights, maybe she’s emotionally shut down, maybe she just doesn’t want to be like other girls. It doesn't matter, this is how it ends:

She softens. She submits. She “grows” by becoming a wife, a mom, a love interest, a Real Girl™️.

This isn’t healing. It’s containment. The message is: your rebellion was cute, but it’s time to settle down and accept the role assigned to you.

“Growth” = compliance. “Strength” = giving it up. “Maturity” = pink, dresses, and a baby carriage.

Examples:

The Hunger Games – Katniss Everdeen is trauma-coded, masc-leaning, and uncomfortable with romance or traditional femininity. So what’s her ending? A baby epilogue where she’s in a dress, quietly settled into nuclear family life. Is she happy about it? No, but there's no denying that this is her ending.

Mulan II– In the original, she challenges gender roles and becomes a literal war hero. In the sequel? The plot revolves around her needing to prove she can still be soft, feminine, and wife-material. Her masculinity is not allowed to just exist.

Jojo Rabbit – Rosie (the mother) is framed as the ideal woman: warm, loving, feminine. Meanwhile, Elsa (a girl in hiding) starts out guarded and hard-edged, but only becomes “redeemed” once she softens and embraces traditional femininity.

A Silent Voice / Koe no Katachi – The narrative constantly punishes her for not being “nice enough,” and her arc only begins to shift once she becomes more demure and apologetic. She cannot be both a good person and brash or hotheaded, submit or be branded evil.

Inuyasha – Sango is introduced as a demon-slaying warrior. But her story ends in the most vanilla way possible: marriage, motherhood, and sidelining. She loses her edge completely. I hate the end of Inuyasha so much it is borderline a meme in my circles.

Fruits Basket - Uotani is tall, tomboyish, and used to be in a girl gang. She has strength, history, and depth. And then her “big growth moment”? Realizing she wants to be softer and more ladylike, because femininity is treated as the finish line within the story.

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“Masculine Presentation” = Joke Costume or Moral Failure

When characters AFAB wear suits, cut their hair short, or pass as masc in any way, media rarely lets it land without a laugh track, or a moral consequence.

Masculine presentation is treated as:

A silly costume

A failed experiment

A sign of monstrosity

Or something to be shamed out of.

The story makes sure you feel embarrassed for them. It invites the audience to laugh, cringe, or judge, because “girl in boy clothes” is still a punchline in mainstream media. Just like 'Boy in girl clothes' is.

And yes, this hurts trans women, but it also absolutely targets butch, GNC, and transmasc folks. Masculinity is marked as wrong on AFAB bodies, funny if temporary, disgusting if permanent.

Examples:

Scooby-Doo – Velma’s masc coding (short hair, flat clothes, practical shoes) constantly becomes the joke. If she dresses even more masc? She’s “mistaken” for a man and ridiculed. Her queerness and presentation are treated like a quirk at best, a problem at worst.

The Suite Life of Zack and Cody – London Tipton wears a single masc outfit and the laugh track explodes. The outfit itself isn’t weird, but the show acts like the sight of her in anything non-feminine is a cosmic-level joke.

Friends – Rachel and Monica wear tuxedos in one episode, and the joke is entirely that it looks “wrong.” Chandler mocks them, the camera lingers on how “awkward” they look.

iCarly – Sam dresses masc semi-regularly, and is constantly mocked for acting “like a guy.” In interviews, actress Jennette McCurdy has said this ongoing joke contributed directly to her eating disorder relapse. This is not harmless.

Matilda - Miss Trunchbull is heavily masc-coded: big build, short hair, no makeup, harsh voice. She’s a literal villain, and her appearance is meant to be scary. Her masculinity is associated directly with her monstrosity.

Aikatsu! – Girls in suits are used as performance shock value. “Omg, a girl in a tuxedo??” is the whole joke.

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IN CLOSING.

These tropes don’t exist in a vacuum.

they shape how people see us, and how we see ourselves.

When characters AFAB exploring masculinity are only ever jokes, villains, phases, or tragedies, it sends a message: You don’t get to be this. You’re only allowed to visit. And when you're done, you better come back “correct.”

But we’re not punchlines. We’re not broken girls. Some of us are boys.

Some of us are neither.

Some of us are just butch as hell and happy about it.

We deserve stories where we aren’t corrected. Where masculinity on AFAB people isn’t a phase, a disguise, or a joke. But our lives, and the truth of them.

[starryylies]

Everybody knows that I’m a good girl officer

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Ever since you saw that reel where two girls were flirting with a cop who looked a lot like Simon, you knew you needed him to take you in custody.

it took an hour of your weepy does eyes and soft requests to break his restraint, an hour. He was a big tough soldier who completely folded for you.

So here you were, standing in between Simon’s legs, wearing an almost transparent nightgown while your hands are cuffed with Simon sitting on the couch in his military uniform.

“Everybody knows that I’m a good girl officer”

you said meekly, as your hands try to escape from the cold metallic bangles around your wrist.

“Nuh uh baby, ya asked for this. You’re not going back on your word are you now lamb?”

“No, I wouldn’t do a thing like that, that’s for sure”

you replied as he smiled, his big hand trailing your shoulder as he slowly made his way into your nightgown.

“Ya like this lovie, an Angel like you enjoys messin’ around with an officer, huh?”

“N-no” you moan out as he pinches your nipple

“Ya lyin’ to a cop? Ya know it’s an offence right lamb?”

“I swear I’m not a liar”

you look at him teary eyed, the stimulation being too much as the need to rub your cunt on his dick grows stronger.

“Tell me, do you always work alone so late?”

“Well yr’ here keepin me company aren’t ya love” he smirks as his hand travels lower reaching the top of your wet cunt, purposely stopping there to see your reaction.

“Gosh, I’m a little shy standing here in my nightgown”

You say softly, as your cuffed hands guide him lower to your clit. Making his hand rub it in tight circles.

“Why don’cha sit on my lap love, give this officer a better view” he groans gritting his teeth as you sit on his lap spreading your legs so he can have a better view and access.

“Mmph yes si-, officer yes please go on” you moan out as he rubs your clit faster.

“Do you really have to put these tight handcuffs on

you whine and that makes a part of Simon’s restraint crumble, it crumbles so bad that he uncuffs you without ‘fixing’ that little attitude of yours.

your hands racing to reach his crotch so you can caress it, earning a guttural groan from Simon.

“Officer s-si yes please fuck yes! M gonna cum, m gonna cum sir” you moan loudly as your legs convulse. You reach your moment of ecstasy earning a growl and soft kiss from him.

You look back at him as you smirk and ask-

“Let's get in the back of your cop car, officer”

And that’s when the final string of restraint beak so now taking you roughly in your king sized bed completely ravaging you, cumming deep inside you So he can finally make a good enough reason to have a ring on your finger.

[leupagus]

So I've noticed a trend in the Pitt fandom

And it is not a trend unique to the Pitt by any means, let me be clear! But it is a tiring trend, and one I'd like to see a bit less of, because as someone who's been in fandom spaces for over thirty years, I can attest that such trends can make your fandom experience really, really unpleasant.

It is the trend of the Condemnatory Vaguepost:

Like this one.

The Condemnatory Vaguepost is a post which points out perceived shortcomings in some amorphous "you" or "they" within the fandom while the OP mocks/belittles/otherwise insults (note the "y'all truly amuse me" and "trying to be Woke" and "control yourself a bit please" comments) from a place of presumed moral superiority. A moral superiority which, it has to be pointed out, is never proven or even alluded to. We are supposed to take OP's moral superiority as read because they have identified a "bad thing" that people are doing.

And guys, I've got a recommendation: instead of engaging with people or work that inspires posts like this? Just block them.

Block the people who have takes that annoy you. Block the people who make snide comments about the headcanons you treasure. Block the people who make headcanons you find annoying or problematic or just plain gross. Block me, if this post pisses you off! Block anyone who makes you clench your teeth as you scroll past their posts. You do not need them in your life; you should not want them in your fandom.

"But Gus, decrepit fandom elder," I hear you cry, "what if these people who annoy me have subsequent Content that I cannot then access? "

I have good news for you on that front! They won't. They may well offer valuable contributions to the fandom as a whole, but here's the thing: if you're willing to write a whole post about how these kingdon shippers/robby apologists/etc are stupid/bigoted/etc, then you personally will be annoyed by them even if they make a really great fancam or art or fic or meta, and that will drain all the enjoyment out of whatever it is they contribute. And if you think, "No, I could get over that," then perhaps rethink the value in making these kinds of condemnatory vagueposts at all.

"But Gus, nefarious fandom crone," I hear you cry, "how then can I hope to change the hearts of minds of those I think are doing Bad Things and thinking Bad Thoughts about the characters on The Pitt?"

I have bad news for you on that front! You can't. You will never — and I mean never — win anyone over, or inspire them to change their minds with this kind of behavior. A mel/frank shipper who reads the quoted post is not going to feel shame and remorse for that fic they kudosed last night that made Abby out to be some sort of suffering saint who was relieved to be rid of Frank, only for Mel to fix him with her magic vagina. That mel/frank shipper is instead going to be mad, and hurt, and not for one second think that OP meant to do anything but anger and hurt them. (Which, as far as I can see, is a perfectly justifiable reading.)

And let us be honest with ourselves: the purpose of these posts isn't to change minds. It's to get a little zing of pleasure from telling other people they've done something bad. It's the tattletale impulse we all have, to either appeal to a higher authority and get someone in "trouble" or to simply gloat over our own purity of mind/spirit/body. I've been watching a lot of "Cadfael" lately, and let me tell you, Brother Jerome is within us all.

I don't know that this trend is getting worse — it's been rife in every fandom I've been in, and as I said above, I've been guilty of it myself. (In fact you could argue that I'm still guilty of it, by making this post. Certainly I've lived long enough to look back with shame and regret for a LOT of my behavior, spanning multiple fandoms. My moral superiority here is located somewhere in the Mariana Trench.) But it is startlingly strident considering that this is a new fandom, without any previous franchise (unless you count ER) and which has brought together a huge variety of old fans, new fans, young fans and returning fans. We haven't had the years or decades needed to establish the sort of unspoken rules of what is Just Not Done within the fandom yet. So it's honestly bewildering to see so many different ideas and opinions and preferences being expressed, side-by-side with posts about how those ideas and opinions and preferences are obviously in violation of some standard.

And all of it, all of it, is happening because we watched a TV show about hot doctors and we wanted to talk to someone else about it. That's all a fandom really is — a group of people coming together to discuss a shared interest. And a pretty nerdy one at that.

Tl;dr — we're all at the devil's sacrament, maybe we don't have to point fingers quite so gleefully.

[ofmdrecaps]

04/26 - 28/2025 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Happy Belated Birthday Auntie!; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Con O'Neill; Nathan Foad; Kristian Nairn; Dominic Burgess; Damien Gerard; Cohen Holloway; Kay Buchanan; Fan Spotlight: OurFlagMeansFanfiction Podcast; PirateBot; Love Notes;

= Happy Belated Birthday to Anapela Polata'ivao! =

Source: Anapela's IG Stories

= David Jenkins =

David sending out some love to juniperlights.bsky.social!

Source: David Jenkins Bsky

= Rhys Darby =

Rhys is going to be in the new volume of Love Death + Robots on Netflix!

Source: Netflix Youtube

= Con O'Neill =

Some love from Con!

Source: Con's IG

= Nathan Foad =

Nathan keeping us entertained as always!

Source: Natha's IG

Oh and check out this short by Nathan Foad!

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Source: Nathan's IG Stories

= Kristian Nairn =

Kristian was out at Austria Comic Con!

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Kristian also sent out some love to whomever made him this lovely nose badge!

Source: Kristian's IG

= Dominic Burgess =

A little sadder CatContent than usual, but good news Frodo Baggins is okay!

Source: Dominic's IG

They're even sending some purrs our way!

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= Damien Gerard =

Happy very belated birthday to Damien's kitties! They've been keeping him company lately and giving so much very needed love!

Source: Damien's Bsky

= Cohen Holloway =

I didn't see any advertisements but a kind person on some of the Neon NZ IG posts let me know when this hit Amazon Prime here in America! Dark City Cleaner, starring Pop-Pop, aka Cohen Holloway (You may also know him as Clifton from WWDITS 2014, and "The guy always fighting Rhys/Taika in various shows") is finally live in the US! He's the lead in this show, Joe, aka the Christchurch Carver and as someone who enjoys dark humor and suspense, I have to say I was really impressed! I highly recommend it if you like dark-kiwi style humor, and don't mind listening to the inner mind of a serial killer with just a hint of body horror. You can check it out here!

Source: Neon NZ Ig

= Kay Buchanan =

Our dear Leatherworker - Kay Buchanan is holding a Maple Leaf Bag giveaway! Head on over to her IG to learn more!

Source: Kay's IG

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

The AppleJack Episode is available on the OFMFF Spotify and other podcast platforms! Check it out here!

Source: OFMFF Instagram

= Pirate Bot =

This is a fun little bot made by one of the crew! You can submit quotes for it to randomly post from OFMD!

Source: Pirate Bot Bsky

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies, back to catching up again, I've given up on worrying too much about it, it is what it is, at least i'll get April done tonight. I hope you're all staying safe out there, like The Latest Kate below, I really don't know how to fix the world, so Im just taking little steps forward to keep sane and do my best at what I can. Please remember that you're wonderful, and no matter how bad things get, they can always get better again. Be kind to yourselves lovelies <3

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[carisisrolledupsleeves]

i come to you hands clasped begging… i’m kind of desperate for a sonny x reader where the reader is a bit of a party girl and goody two shoes sonny falls for her after seeing her in a club dancing, he introduces himself to her and spends a while trying to win her over and she relents and they go on a date. one date turns into many and reader is mocking sonny for being a bit of a square like are you sure you can handle me cos i am a lot x sonny may be a dork on the streets but proves he can handle reader in the sheets if you know what i’m saying… welcome to my island remix by charli xcx is what has provoked these thoughts and also proved i can make ANYTHING about sonny carisi

well my dear anon, i hope you are happy with the result, i hope i did a good job with your request / under a read more because i got a little carried away oops

disclaimer: yeah, its smut okay. no, it hasnt been proof-read, english isnt my first language bla bla, we're just gonna raw it (pun intended)

Welcome to my Island

All night you could feel his eyes on you. His gaze had followed you as you made your way to the dancefloor and was fixed on you as you moved to the music; your heartbeat taking on the fast rhythm of the song as you smiled to yourself. Usually you would have ignored any man on a night out with your girlfriends. Always the same greedy, sleazy look on their faces, unable to hide their intentions. But he was different. It didn’t feel dirty, it didn’t feel as though he was already undressing you in his mind. Instead, it felt like a quiet fascination, and deep down it had made you wonder why on earth a guy like that would look at you with such interest. Something beyond the usual attention a hunter shows for its prey. 

It had encouraged you more than you would admit just yet. You amped up your moves, let them become more suggestive, just to coax a reaction out of him. Sure enough, as you tossed your hair back over your shoulder you found his eyes had averted, and he was biting his lip in an attempt to hide a shy smile. Oh, what a wicked game you had started. 

He seemed so out of place, almost like his friends had dragged him here by force. You decided to give it time, wait until he had a few more beers in him; you could sense he needed a bit more courage. And then finally, after what felt like a hundred stolen glances later, he made his way over to the bar where you were waiting for your next cocktail. 

‘Hi.’ he just says and you immediately notice how intensely blue his eyes are. 

‘Hi.’ you reply with a smirk, turning towards him as you lean against the bar, new drink in your hand. 

‘I’m Sonny.’ 

You burst out laughing and feel bad for it instantly. You can’t help it though, he is almost begging to be teased. 

‘Sonny? What kinda name is that?’ you ask and he buries his hands inside his jeans pockets. Ohhh. You got him. 

‘Well, it’s not my actual name, it’s just wha-’

‘Well, what’s your actual name then? Because I’m not calling you Sonny, Sonny.’ you wink at him, twirling your tongue around the straw and even in the dim lights you can see his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. How cute. 

‘Dominick.’ he answers.

‘Dominick? And why the hell would you have a sexy name like that but introduce yourself as Sonny? Well, nevermind. Dominick. Nice to meet you, Dominick.’ you over-emphasize his name, making it sound as naughty as you can and he blushes again before swallowing hard. 

In that moment you knew, and boy, did he know as well. He was going to lose this game. 

—--

Despite being a wild card, you weren’t into one night stands. And as much as you liked to tease and flirt, especially with him, it wasn’t your thing to take a guy home on the first night. Besides, it was way too much fun to see how far you could take this. Make him lose his mind, make him drop that goodie goodie thing he had going that might have worked with your Italian grandma but not with you. You really made him work hard for it before you agreed but you enjoyed those first few dates; he was a gentleman with manners you weren’t used to. Holding the door open for you, pulling out the chair, picking up the bill every time (which you hated), and walking you to your apartment but never even hinting at wanting to be invited up. Not even a kiss on the cheek when the truth was, you had pictured his face between your legs from the second you had laid eyes on him. Oh how handsome he was, and everything he did he did with such intensity, such intention. It made him even more attractive. You were dying to be touched by him with the same intensity, with the same intention. 

You tried your hardest. Every trick in the book. You wore your sexiest outfits, made the raunchiest comments, teased him relentlessly, got so close to him you could feel the heat radiating off of him and made sure he felt yours. All you got in return were those shy smiles, the flushed cheeks, and Dominick stumbling over his words like a little boy. Naturally you started wondering. He was obviously attracted to you. You knew he was catholic, you both were. Raised in big Italian families. But he didn’t strike you as someone who wanted to wait until marriage. 

—--

It’s your 7th date and you take him to a party one of your friends is hosting. It’s a warm summer evening and he looks so sexy in his light gray button down shirt, the bit of chest hair peeking out driving you absolutely insane. Is he unaware of the way he affects you or is he just playing dumb, you have no idea. It puts you in a mood, that sexually frustrated kind of mood. You decide to do your own thing, leave him stranded for a bit. Why should you not have fun just because he’s being a total square? Dominick watches you intently, just like he had been the night you met but you ignore him. It isn’t until you almost stumble over him sitting alone on the stairs as you make your way down from the rooftop that you finally acknowledge him again. Feeling kind of guilty but still frustrated. 

‘What is your deal?’ you ask him. 

‘What do you mean?’ he asks back.

‘If you can’t handle me then you should have never asked me on a date. I only said yes because you’re cute and I thought you’d loosen up a bit. Why pursue me if you’re scared of a girl like me?’ you cross your arms and expect him to get up and leave. 

Dominick remains quiet for a while. And now you’re the one who turns around to leave but he catches your hand and pulls you toward him, to your surprise. 

‘You think I can’t handle you? You know what I think? I think you can’t handle someone having real and true feelings for you. You can’t handle me being a nice guy. Treating you with the respect and affection you deserve. I think you’ve gotten so used to losers who only want the one thing from you that you can’t handle someone wanting more.’  

His words hit you like a brick. You know he is right. You know you can’t say anything in response because he hit the nail on the head. A snarky retort, maybe teasing him some more? It would all be useless. There’s this glint in his eyes now, one you haven’t seen before. It was always you, having the upper hand, having him wrapped around your finger, making him blush, making him stutter. But you can see it now. The mischief behind his soft, earnest eyes. Dominick’s played the game as well, leading you on, giving you the false impression that you are in control. The truth is obvious now, as you melt in his arms like putty. He pulls you closer, tighter, his lips on yours all of a sudden, eagerly. 

All you can do is nod and mumble a dazed ‘Mmhmm’ when he goes ‘Let’s get outta here’ and you cling to him all the way to the subway, barely aware as the train starts and stops moving until you get off at his stop. He more or less drags you along, pausing only to kiss you whenever you mutter his name needingly. Shit, you know it’s over for you. 

The second the door closes he has you pinned against it, kissing you again with such a force, it feels almost primal. You can’t say or do anything but hold on to him, letting him take over. The plans, the ideas you had for this moment, all gone out the window. It’s ironic how all you wanted was to seduce him, blow his mind in every possible way so he would forget his own name (Sonny, Dominick, whatever) and yet here you are, helpless as his large hands roam over your body while he’s kissing you roughly. Do what you want to me, with me, I don’t care. 

You whimper as Dominick’s mouth leaves yours and wanders to your neck, biting there, your fingers already digging into his back at the sheer pleasure of his assaults. Damn, I should have known. Good catholic boys are always freaks deep down. You giggle and his head shoots up, eyes boring into yours.

‘What’s so funny?’ Dominick asks, his voice somehow sounding stern but playful at the same time.

You hold his gaze, trying to catch your breath but you fail. His hand is on your thigh, moving under your dress until his fingers are tracing along the outline of your panties, slowly yet deliberately. 

‘I asked, what’s so funny?’ he repeats, touching you just inches away from your already damp center. 

‘The way I thought you couldn’t handle me.’ You are the one sounding shy now, like a little girl.

‘Babe, you have no idea. I’m gonna handle you all night. Over and over again. You think I didn’t keep score of all that teasing?’ he growls, his fingertips now ever so slightly sneaking under the fabric of your thong brushing over the soft skin there. 

Fuck. Oh my fucking fuck. You nearly pass out as he kisses you again. You press your body against his, moaning as you feel his erection, oh my God. There’s nothing you want more than to have him inside of you, and you squirm at the thought of it, knowing he will keep you waiting for as long as possible. 

‘Please, please.’ you beg but it’s useless. 

He shakes his head, instead picking you up and carrying you over to his kitchen island where he sits you down, his hands once again reaching under your dress to pull your underwear off with one adept motion. 

‘Let’s see just how wet you are for me, darlin’’ his fingers find your folds, making you shutter and you meet his eyes, the bright blue now darkened with lust.

Dominick spreads your slick all over his fingers before thrusting them into you, his thumb beginning to circle your clit harshly as you grasp his shoulder, your head falling back from the intensity of his touch.  

‘Fuuuuck, Dominick!’ you moan, feeling the muscles in his arm tense as he expertly curls his fingers inside of you.

There’s no slow climb. It’s a rapid ascent, straight to heaven. Within seconds. You stare into his eyes, and all this time you wanted to unleash him, he has now come and unleashed you in a way you didn’t think was possible. You can feel yourself tighten around his fingers, ready to burst but he withdraws just before you can topple over. 

‘What? No, please!’ you protest.

‘Shhhh.’ he covers your mouth with his hand softly, parting your lips with his fingers covered in your juices. 

You open your mouth and suck them in, tasting yourself, and he keeps them there as his face disappears between your legs. You lick his fingers as he starts to eat your pussy, his tongue stroking through your folds as you feel his free hand spread you open to get better access to your pulsing clit.

‘I can’t! FUCK!’ you have to stop yourself from biting down on his fingers, sucking them into your mouth again instead, making him moan and bury his face even deeper inside your cunt. 

He’s so good at this, so so good. 

‘You are so fucking delicious.’ Dominick dips his tongue into you, turning you into an even bigger mess. 

You come hard, and he keeps you in place with his strong arms as you shake and twitch, a deep and feral moan escapes your lips as he catches your wet release in his mouth, licking it all up. He sucks on your swollen nub, making you shudder again before you even come down from your climax, and your hand flies into his hair, pulling, as you press yourself against him. 

‘Almost couldn’t handle that, huh?’ he grins smugly and you want to curse him out, want to tell him to shut the fuck up but he grabs your hips and picks you up again, and you are limp from your orgasm in his arms. 

‘Ugh, I just want you inside of me.’ you kiss his neck; that exquisite, long neck, as he carries you toward his bedroom. 

‘Is that all you want?’ Dominick asks. He knows he has you exactly where he wanted you, after weeks of trying to break down your walls. 

‘No. You know it’s not.’ as soon as you’re on the bed you’re trying to distract him by unzipping his jeans but he catches your hands in his.

‘Do I? I wanna hear you say it though.’

There really is no point. You know there isn’t. You are both vulnerable now, anything goes. 

He frees himself of his clothes and you immediately want to touch him everywhere. Oh, he is so fine. 

‘I want you. I want all of you. I want us. Forever. Always. I wanna be yours, all yours. And I want you to be mine, all mine.’ you press your face into his chest and breathe him in, that heavenly scent you had imagined all over you for weeks now. 

‘Well, I’m all yours, baby. I have been since that night at the club. You were so naughty. But I was up for the challenge.’ He kisses you again fiercely and then with one swift motion he is kneeling between your thighs, his hands grabbing your waist with such strength and determination, and his hard cock just inches away from your pussy. 

His hand brushes over your slit, and you watch as he covers himself in your slick with a few strokes of his dick; fuck, he really knows what he’s doing, and it makes your brain short-circuit. 

‘So you’re mine, huh? All mine?’ Dominick teases and you nod, swallowing hard. 

He splits you open with his tip, making you whine before he slams into you and you almost choke on your own moan. Big and hard and throbbing inside of you. Good Lord, he fills you up perfectly. Dominick gasps as he watches himself getting sucked inside your wet little hole, cursing under his breath as he feels you tighten around him already. 

‘Fuck, you feel good wrapped around me like that. How did I manage to wait that long?’

‘I don’t know but you better give it to me every day from now on.’ you wrap your legs around him, digging your heels into his lower back as he starts moving with a smile on his face. 

‘You won’t have to ask, honey. I won’t ever get enough of you.’ he licks his lips, looking down at you in the most obscene way that gives you the most obscene thoughts. 

You really had been fooled by his good boy act.

Dominick is hitting your gspot so skillfully at this angle, fucking into you deeply, dragging along your walls that are still so sensitive after your first orgasm. It won’t take long until the next, not if he keeps this up. It’s almost too much. The way he looks at you with furrowed brows, as if your pleasure is all he wants to focus on. Your back arches as one of his hands leaves your waist to graze upwards to cup your breast, down over your hip and thigh. His soft touch is such a contrast to the firm hold and hard thrusts he administers. Then his hand travels further until his fingers find your clit once more, your eyes rolling back as he adds yet another sensation to your body again. How could you have ever underestimated him like this? When no man could ever make you feel like this before? There’s this knot in your stomach, making it harder to breathe, and it has nothing to do with your approaching climax. 

‘Need you closer.’ you almost cry out, surprised at the desperation in your own voice. 

Dominick obliges, leaning down to kiss you, his whole body covering yours and you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck. You press yourself against him as his movements slow down a bit, and nothing has ever felt as intimate. Your hands wander, fingers digging into his broad shoulders as he rolls his hips against yours; long, slow, deep thrusts that make you see stars. His hot breath is on your skin as he nibs on your jaw.

‘You make me delirious.’ he whispers, his voice shaky with abandon. 

Your legs wrap around his hips, needy for the friction and he gets the hint, picking up the pace again. He’s as close as you are, you can tell by the way you feel his muscles tense.

‘Fill me up, Dominick.’ you purr into his ear and your hands wander down to his ass while you squeeze him inside of you. 

He growls, grabbing you again, his fingers digging into your hips so hard you’re sure he’s leaving you with bruises. The thought of having his marks all over you, his cum inside of you; yes when you said you wanted all of him you really meant it. And you bliss out just as you feel him pumping his hot seed, your name leaving his mouth in a sinful moan. Fuck, you’ve never come so hard in your life. It’s earth-shattering; you convulse so violently you’re surprised he’s still able to pound into you. Dominick hisses as you scratch at his skin, his lips capturing yours in a hungry kiss. 

‘That’s right, sweetheart. That’s right. Let it out. You’re so fucking sexy when you come.’ Dominick breathes, his fingers finding your clit to send another wave through you making you cry out. 

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. 

And truthfully, you have no idea how much time passes. He’s still on top of you, he’s still inside of you, and you don’t want him to move either. You want to drink in his scent, that intoxicating scent now mixed with the smell of sex which makes it even more intoxicating. You want him to imprint on your body and soul, you want to forever feel his skin against yours. Damn him for making you feel this way. 

‘I hate you.’ you joke, nudging his cheek with your nose and he looks at you with a smug smile on his face because he knows you mean the opposite. 

‘I love you.’ Dominick replies, for the both of you, sending your head spinning once again. 

[storkmuffin]

What do you think about Yunho's marketed image as a "lucky guy"? I know it's a gimmick for variety shows but it genuinely amazes me how he somewhat manages to uphold this trait that's been a key part of his image since predebut. At this point, is it really just luck, or is it something else like being observant or having good memory? Is this linked to his competitiveness? Can one manifest good luck by being competitive and wanting it badly enough?

Saying this with these specific videos (though there are for sure many other exemples) on my mind after just binge-watching ateez content:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-oAq5tuLMA Him being the ony one to find the correct cup, twice in a row, while handicapped by not being allowed to touch the cups. That's a 1/64 probability?? I note that he's also the one who took this challenge most seriously.

https://youtu.be/QmoBHU8PrTM?list=PLolJoegDeAhSJoMsmmhxTAOa8GvWqU4NU&t=579 They played rock paper scissors arnd 3 times in this video and he won every time. Outside of this video, he generally never loses either.

Ooooh on the subject of luck I can wax lyrical, so here goes.

I'm a lucky person. I not only feel lucky, but I'm often also called lucky by others. This is one of the things that I guess I don't mind having in common with my bias (reluctant, angry, makes me prone to violence) Yunho. Am I right in suspecting, Question of Luck Anon, that you yourself don't feel very lucky? Because the questions you ask indicate that you don't, since you're clearly trying to figure it out.

To answer the questions you actually asked:

-There really is such a thing as luck. It hurts to think about this, but the privileged, the talented, the beautiful, the born-to-good-parents, the born-with-good-health, the born-in-safe-and-prosperous-nations of the world are lucky. There's no reason I, born in Seoul to my parents, should have such a significantly nicer life than the girl who was born exactly on the same day and time as me 200 kms to the north in Pyeongyang. I'm luckier than a LOT of people.

Setting aside depressing facts of the uneven distribution of wealth, peace, healthcare and education in the world, I would also say the following about the subject of Luck:

-Being lucky though is a matter of finders keepers, a lot of the time. Remembering details and having the capacity to pay detailed attention have helped me recognize when something is worth pursuing, which make it much more likely I get what I want. And then to people who didn't remember the details or people who aren't hypervigilant and hypersensitive it just looks like a weird turn of events that worked out to my benefit (and only my benefit). This is often described as luck.

-Lucky people are very competitive, yes. Some will lie about this, but it's just true. All lucky people are very competitive. Lethally, even.

-You can't manifest the trait of being born lucky. I am not sure how it works under all the traditional fortune telling of the world, but in the Korean methodology you are born with the winds of the universe on your side, or against you. You can't fix this part- all you can do is make the most of what you're given. BUT, you can actually manifest (bring about, I guess is the more accurate wording, but manifest sounds cooler) the next best thing, which is to make things work out for you in a way that you can keep wresting victory from the jaws of defeat.

You didn't ask but I will add - I think the key factor in luck is dual: You need to not accept that the bad place you may be in is the final destination (This can't be how it ends!) and be determined to find a better (or best) result and make that apply to yourself.

And now to discuss Yunho.

The second link you shared was this one:

So he wins the round here, and he wins an abnormal amount of rock paper scissors, but I raise you an earlier reality content, when Yunho says he's lucky and wins everything, but very much does not. FYI this video is a preview of the actual content so I don't know who actually wins.

My point is that the whole Yunho is Lucky holds up even through his defeats because he keeps telling himself (and everyone else) that he is lucky. It's propaganda. When something does work out for his benefit, it confirms what is already 'known' through the propaganda. If something doesn't, it's 'surprising' which only feeds into the propaganda. A sort of positive feedback loop, if you want to be complimentary. Gaslighting, if you want to be nasty about it.

If you look at what Yunho does though, during the selection process for pick the yummy vs corrupted option (like the things that look like coke - one is coke, the other is a cupful of soy sauce etc), he actually closely examines the thing before he picks it, but he also trusts his animal intuition (Intuition is the compilation of all your human thoughts and animal instincts and often will be more correct than anything else you have).

As for the "find the ice blocks" game that they played? This has nothing at all to do with luck. Yunho actually shows how someone gets 'lucky.' He thinks his way, out loud, through the problem. He doesn't fight being given the question. He doesn't get overwhelmed by it, or afraid of failing. He doesn't try to make the game be something it's not or play to a persona. He just accepts reality as it is (he's been tasked with solving this problem, on camera) and then he goes through an extremely logical deduction. This problem was set up by someone who needs to create content to be filmed, which means that the 'discovered' ice block needs to be easily captured on camera, which means that it will not likely be placed in the cups that don't show clearly on camera, which means.... Do you follow my drift? Yunho sets himself to win this game of what looks like luck by looking at all the facts, which he can do because he doesn't fight the problem, and figures it out from the point of view of the person who set the problem. This isn't luck.

Calling him lucky is actually the problem-setter's way of saving face. It's not that you made the obvious choices for someone who has to set up the problem, it's that Yunho is lucky. You didn't get outsmarted by your lab rat that you need to bleed for content, it's that Yunho is lucky. I will also note that they call both Yunho and Mingi scary here, but the ways that the word is used is completely opposite, for both.

One bonus one for you. The OP who put this compilation together uses the word luck, but if you watch, none of the games that Yunho's playing are games of luck, or more accurately, games of chance. They're all games of skill, and skill games that are physical of the type that Yunho just has a natural advantage for. The whack with a sword game is going to be easier for a very long, very tall, very fast, physically aggressive person to win. The game of Twisters, same thing - Yunho is just bigger, stronger and longer than the others. He's big enough to simply 'shrug' Wooyoung off. The cap-flicking game requires hand-eye coordination and fine motor skills. Isn't Yunho an exceptional gamer? The silly animal race - he picked a fast animal shape that wouldn't impede his legs and booked it. The pan-and hammers? Again, this is a physical skill game.

Claiming that something is Luck, by the way, is something that Yunho is happy to claim because not only does it serve to save face for his teammate/coworkers who keep losing to him, but it also saves his own reputation. He won because he was lucky, you see, it was just fortune smiling down at him. It wasn't that he won't let you win against him. If it's just luck, and Yunho is just lucky, then his winning is the natural order of the world, and everyone can be pleased.

Clever bastard.

[oodlesodoodles]

[rooolt]

I’m truly always saying this, but like I desperately need riz gukgak to shatter to pieces emotionally this season. for me

[scissorcraft]

i really want to make isat friends…

[exteenpopstar]

i wish seeing something incorrect (or that i believe is incorrect) even debunked didn't make me fixate on it for hours unless i engage the mind-wipe virus on myself

[daemon-in-my-head]

Weekend plans:

Download the BG3 update

Romance wife again

Feeeeeeeesh

Finish a WIP I'm working on so I can do a fun lil 'concept vs final result'

And now the realistic plan:

Download BG3 update

Spend the next 48h simping hard for morally dubious drow women and being gay

[thedrotter]

redrew a few old expressions from february!!! one never notices how much their art style changes in some months till you compare side by side www

(the old ones for comparison ↓)

[love-3-crimes]

a warning ! will not be very active this next week. maybe two . or maybe three weeks. ! if things dont go as planned ,,,,

[aka "angelo has really easy finals but cannot concentrate so one simple assignment takes all day to do so she should stay away from her phone and lock in"]

[aka "angelo also has a study abroad trip on the 19th out of the country and doesnt even have a suitcase so he should probably get one"]

[aka "angelo has to move out of his dorm in a week and hasnt started packing yet"]

[aka "AAAHHHHH"]

[manicali]

The weekend isn't enough I've literally been passing out on the bus.