#I wrote this pissed

[confusedgoldenflower]

[Images: woman working a plow struggles to move a rock out of the way; a rock that can’t be more than ~20 pounds.]

Rant about women in writing. . . .

*Heavy sigh*

🙄

I’m so fucking tired of this.

Where is her strength?

Where. Is. Her. Strength.

I don’t care HOW minuscule and absolutely microscopic your dick-ego is (even if you happen to be afab), a farmer, a warrior and peasant would have a shit tonne more strength than this. You Hollywood, writer dingbats are too used to and spoiled by city people and high class women who don’t have to do such things. Farming women need—not “can,” need—to do just as much as the men (y’all talk like testosterone is some super power, but we all watch the Olympics and women in strongwomen programs can out lift any dudebro easy-peasy with more reps with the same working-workout routine).

Don’t you dare be mysogynistic and transphobic in the same breath saying “oh, well, you’re talking about male-to-females.” No. No, I am not and it’s both distressing and disturbing you’d shit on your foremothers and women in general like that. Not to mention history revisionist to think women are just so weak and fragile and can-barely-haul-a-water-bucket or pick-up-the-baby. If you think women everywhere all the time could have the luxury of not having to do things (let’s not even go into every single woman not wanting to), you’re stupid. You’re so fucking stupid, you let TV inform you and you sit there without question.

In this movie, Rebel Moon (I’m not finished w part 1 but I’m livid), she’s a warrior. Do you know how extra delusional and insulting that makes it for her to not be able to lift a ~20 lb rock? UNBELIEVABLY.

Back to speaking in general, I’m afab and I’m also very disabled. I didn’t do my “work out” for about three months. I’ve only been back at it for about three days but not consecutively because I went and made myself sore and the holiday stuff has made it so I can’t have the energy for that AND the event/family things, and I bought TWO fifty pound bags of cat litter the other day for my children which I had to pull off of the top shelf to put in the cart, pull out of the cart and put into my car, and finally take inside. Before anyone spouts nonesense: I don’t “work out” in the traditional sense, I have a few exercises I do in the comfort and non-overstimulating/triggering or anxiety-inducing environment of my home. It’s not a lot. It’s a pathetic “regimen” compared to all that my PT people wanted me to do, especially to anyone who knows their way around fitness/athleticism. And I’d have pulled that little fucker out no problem.

Sure, it’s her last few rows, but I have no idea how big her section is. The place is arid and dry and it’s sunset so I’m to assume she’s sweating that much just from the area they’re in and she’s been out in the sun. Even if it’s because she’s tired from moving stones all day (okay, one, how is there that many stones so close to the surface when this place has been worked for, it looks like, generations. Two, the horse-thing is pulling the hoe for her, so don’t even), stop, a few deep breaths, grab and pull in one exhale, there you go. I’m disabled and I could do that, even if the world was spinning for me at the time and I could feel my heart perform some tricks.

She’s a WARRIOR and FARMER (see: supremely able bodied), she is stronger than this! Shame on the writers or directors or whoever the fuck is responsible for this “I’m a warrior and farmer but ohhh, a rock foils me!” Fuck you. I pity your mother.

Take note, writers, women can and are strong. We compete closely with men in athletics, if you need that, and in case you’ve never in your life seen a cow much less spoken to an honest-to-hay farmer, they would make the gym bros weep so, so sweetly it would water the entire field, and amuse her enough to pity his pathetic ego and offer him shade and water.

Also, her arms should be significantly larger as well. No, afab muscles don’t get fat and *sculpted* like amab, but it still shows, there’s still “puffiness” from the tissue. And I know actors can train for their roles, so when the fuck will we get ACCURATE representation of literally ANY female bodies? Hm? Oh, wait, everyone’s too mysoginistic and need to perpetuate the falsities that women are weak 🥺🥺 to make their dicks look bigger.

Sorry, but she looks like no warrior nor farmer to me, they have more muscle development. And our sports are also behind. If that gets your speedo in a twist, it sounds like you need to confront your internalised mysogony.

(These women would/are only so weak if something big happens i.e. accident/injury/sickness.)

[lilislegacy]

did anyone else ever find it odd how easily zeus offered percy godhood? and how it almost seemed like he secretly wanted percy to accept? well i did, and after thinking long and hard about it…

i don’t think percy understood what turning down godhood really meant

demigods do tasks for the gods because they don’t have to follow any rules. they aren’t controlled by anyone or anything. demigods are a strange hybrid - not god, not human. they are in between the laws of immortal and mortal. they are not supposed to exist. yet they do, which is what makes them so extraordinary.

percy is crazy powerful. of course, there’s the aspect of raw power. he has domain over air (storms/hurricanes), land (earthquakes and volcanic eruptions), and sea (monster waves, tsunamis, floods, basically anything that involves water.) he can control bodily fluids. he has super strength (with one hand, he held up an unconscious annabeth who was being pulled down by both arachne AND the forces of tartarus). he has super speed (he moves faster than bullets in TTC). no matter how badly you hurt him, he automatically heals and regenerates the second he touches water (an ability no other demigod has). he’s an extraordinary swordsman. very skilled in combat and warfare. he’s smart, and thinks of plans quickly. but he also has a great deal of social/poltcial power… i mean, he’s a leader and hero to both the greek and roman camps. if he says “attack,” all demigods, greek or roman, attack. no question. do you have any idea how threatening that is to the olympians? he’s also best friends and has an empathy link with the lord of the wild, which basically means all of nature is by his side too, including all land creatures. he’s also prince of horses, which means pegasi too (both of which are extremely useful in battle). and of course all sea creatures, including the mythical ones like krakens and leviathans. not to mention many of the gods really like him. hermes, hephaestus, athena, aphrodite, and dionysis have all gone out of their way to help him. artemis holds him in high regard, especially since he saved her. apollo literally considers him his friend! and poseidon - his dad, the god who is the biggest threat to zeus - is fiercely protective of him and cares about him a great deal. many minor gods also like him because he demanded them to be given more respect and for their kids to be welcomed at the camps.

percy unknowingly has more power, both physical and social/political, than anyone should ever have. he may have absolutely no idea, but it must scare the living daylights out of zeus. by accepting zeus’s offer to become a god, percy would have submitted himself to the control of zeus. zeus would be his king and ruler. zeus would then have complete control over him.

but percy said no. therefore, percy remains out of zeus’s control.

percy had no idea what he was doing. but thank the gods he made that choice. thank the gods he’s an incredible person. thank the gods percy jackson has no desire for power, because he has more of it than anyone should ever be able to have.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Scarecrow: I am the master of Fear!

Danny: Look, dude, I don't care what you and my knight get up to in the privacy of your bedroom, but you keep that to yourself.

Scarecrow: A wise guy, huh? Let's see how many jokes you can crack after my latest creation.

Danny: Agh! Did you just spray me with your cheap cologne?

Scarecrow: You shall know fear.

Danny: I shall know a shower to get this smell off me. What is that? Citrus? Gross.

Scarecrow: Why aren't you screaming in horror!?

Danny: Oh, I've experienced horrors alright. I have a meeting with Fright Knight after this. I won't be able to look him in the eye later.

Red Robin: This isn't what I was expecting when I used the emergency summons Constantine gave me. I thought it would bring him here not, who ever you are.

Danny: I forgot about my summoner. Hold tight, I'll save you now.

Danny to Scarecrow: Look, dude, normally I would beat you up, stuff you into a thermos, and wash my hands of it. But seeing as you're Fright Knight's lover, I'll just steal the human boy and give you a warning instead. Sound good?

Scarecrow: You shall not!

Red Robin: Wait a minute!

Danny snapping his fingers to open a protal: Shush human sacrifice. We must leave.

Scarecrow: Don't you dare! Hey!

Danny: Okay byeeeeeeee!~ *protal closes*

Batman: *crashing through a window* Scarecrow where is Red Robin!? What have you done with him!

Scarecrow: He got kidnapped by a being that feels no fear.

Batman: I will make you talk.

Scarecrow: I know I'm crazy but that's actually what happened, I swear.

[a-rabbit-obsessed-queer]

Aspec men deserve much more respect and recognition in the aspec community than they receive. They often face a different form of aphobia specific to them ("men are naturally sexual they can't be ace" "all men are unromantic that's not unique") this rhetoric is spouted by many, even members of our own community and I hope for a day where that is no longer the case. As an ace and demiro woman (demigirl but that's beside the point) I want to encourage folks to take the time to give the aspec men in their lives support and to the aspec men reading, you are who you say you are no matter what people say and you deserve the world. I'm sorry for the ways in which toxic masculinity has harmed you. You are a valued member of the aspec community and the queer community as a whole. No ace or aro person is broken and neither are you. I'm sorry if anyone has ever told you otherwise.

[wonderthor]

breeding kinks are great yeah but they’re even greater when yall already have kids

probably already have more than you thought you would and content with the kids you have now, but your husband is keen in giving you just one million more

so you’re being pressed gently into the mattress with his body, laying on your stomach while his hand is under your throat so he can be cheek to cheek with you and he rocks into you over and over

and your head’s in the clouds, but you can still hear everything he says

“you’ve been such a good mommy, always so good to our beautiful babies, sweetheart. i think we should have another one. how about it honey, you wanna be good and give me another baby? another beautiful baby that me and you and their beautiful siblings will love on? come on, be good and give us another”

when you shudder and moan against him, telling him your answer, he gets a bit more serious. making sure to pound and pound into you, getting you ready to accept the copious amount of seed he’s going to give you. because he’s putting that baby in you right now.

[di-loves-coffee]

Shshshshhh, I’m not posting Dead On Main at one am when I’ve got school in the morning, you’re craaazzzyyy

•~•—•~•—•~•

Jason flinched for his gun as the sound of the loud, dingy window opening clambered through his dingy apartment, only to calm as the gentle feel of a core’s purr hit him.

Danny. Of course it was Danny. Who else would come through his window at three pm on a Wednesday.

“Damn, you really are boring outside of your night job.” The twinkish young adult smirked as he flopped onto the couch. Lying right against Jason.

“Fuck you.” Jason heatlessly snapped, not at all bothered by the halfa’s presence.

“Damn-straight you do.” Danny’s smirk told the whole story as Jason had to fight to not damage the book in his hands. Taken aback by the sudden flirting— even while(probably) satire.

“I’m going to choke you,” Jason spoke after taking a couple deep breaths and reclaiming his dignity— even if his own core absolutely gave it away.

“Oh yes plea—” Danny started to jokingly keen, only to get cut off by a pillow being shoved into his face. Jason’s attention still mostly focused on his book.

•~•—•~•—•~•

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[holeforzenin]

TALK ABT NANAMI’S PISS STREAM PRETTY PLEASEEE🙏🙏

Tw piss

OKOK IMAGINE HE COMES HOME LATE FROM WORK AND YOU GREET HIM BY THE DOOR IN YOUR CUTE LITTLE ROBE BC YOU WERE ALRADY READY FOR BED and he’s so happy to finally see you after so many hours of being away so he kisses you and you’re grabbing onto his clothed biceps and it gets all heated so he thought the kissing was gonna turn into something more but he didn’t want that bc he’s all sweaty from being at work the whole day and doesn’t wanna get you dirty so he excuse himself to go to the bathroom to shower with a twitching dick from when you were making out.

But after a long day and about an hour of driving home a man gotta piss right so he’s unbuckling his belt and pulling his slacks down and his hardened cock immediately springs out and hits his thighs so he’s positioning himself in front of the toilet and grabbing it firmly at the base to direct his tip so it spurts out in the toilet bowl and not on the floor and then he just starts pissing😭😭🙏🏻 LIKE HE STARTS PISSING and he lets out a satisfying groan and relaxes his muscles and features because it’s such a good feeling from holding it in for so long. He closed his eyes and leans his head back as the golden liquid spurts out of him and it just keeps going for about 20 seconds and the sound is just loud as hell that you can literally hear it from the bedroom🙏🏻🙏🏻

[emolionsrawr]

*the 118 doing trauma salad*

chimney: hey, my named howard, i go by chimney, and after i proposed to my ex, she broked up with me, which lead me to being in a car accident which caused a rebar go through my head, and i brought the bowl

buck: hi, my names buck, and before i was born my brother developed cancer, which caused my parents to create me to be a perfect genetic match, they took my bone marrow and he died a week later, and i bought the nerds

eddie: my names eddie, my ex wife left me and our son after i went through something traumatic, and i bought the sweedish fish

buck: hey, my names buck, and when i was a child i used to have to hurt myself to get my parents attention, and even then it didn't work, and i bought the war heads

hen: hey! my names hen, and my ex wife got out of prison and used my emotions against me which lead me to cheating in my wife, then used that against me to try to take our son away from me, and i bought the nerds clusters

buck: hey! buck again, my first real girlfriend ghosted me after she left for dublin, and then came back three years later with a fiancee, she never broke up with me, and i bought the twizzlers

bobby: hey, my names bobby, and i watched my father lose himself to alcholol which later killed him, which caused me to start drinking at the sweet sweet age of 9, and i bought the gummy bears

buck: sup, its buck, and after i lost the first person on the job i went to a therapist who used my trauma to get laid, which i later realised was assault, and i bought the reece's pieces

eddie: hey, my names eddie, and my wife came back into my life, came back into my sons life, only to die in front of us, and i bought the malteasers

buck: you know the drill, and when my father figure was suspended pending investigation a teenage bomber who had it out for him put a bomb in the ladder truck, which caused the truck to land on me when it blew up, crushing my leg and leaving me with phantom pain, and i bought the hershey kisses

chimney: hey, my names chimney, and my dad prefers my younger brother, and i bought the tangfastics

buck: me again, after i got blown up i had a P.E in front of my whole family at my welcome back barbeque which caused my father figure to have a panic attack and not want to let me back onto the team! and i bought the nerd clusters

bobby: hey, my names bobby, and i was in an accident which gave me extreme back pain which lead me to a drug addiction, and one night after a bender i fell asleep and left the space heater on which caused my whole apartment building to burn down, killing my wife and kids as well as over 150 people, and i bought the marshmallows

buck: hey! me again, after the P.E my best friend asked me to look after his son, so i took him to the pier where we was hit by a tsunami, i found him but then we were separated for eight hours and the whole time i thought he was dead, and i bought the nerd ropes

buck: oh! me again, after the tsunami and finding out my captian was holding me back i sued the city, ruining my friendships along the way, and i bought the toffee

eddie: hey, my names eddie, after my wife died i got into an illegal fight club and got addicted, and i bought the strawberry hearts

buck: hey! me again! hi! my ex girlfriend almost got two of my friends killed because she decided a news article was more important than their lives! and i bought the toxic wastes

chimney: fuck taylor kelly

hen: fuck taylor kelly

buck: hey! me again-

bobby: okay we're down the bowls full

buck: BUT I HAVENT EVEN GOT TO THE-

bobby: no.

eddie: I also have more. My childhood trauma. My son leaving. The time I got shot. My time in the army. How I received my purple star. And so on.

chimney: Oh! I also have more. Kevin dying in front of me. My mother dying. Jonah. I could go on.

hen: I have more too! Everything with Mara. My own childhood trauma. That time my son nearly died and I was the paramedic working on him. Jonah. I can still continue.

bobby: I also have more BUT THE BOWLS FULL!

athena: what are you doing?

buck: trauma salad

athena: oh! well then my name is-

bobby: the bowl is FULL

athena: BUT I HAVENT EVEN SAID ANY OF MINE AND I HAVE A LOT

athena: Hi, I’m Athena and when I was 9 a girl in my neighbourhood went missing and then years later, we found her remains in the concrete of the conservatory of my parents house after my father had a stroke and he was them framed for her death and I BOUGHT A GOD DAMNED NEW BOWL!

buck: YAY NEW BOWL! hi it's me again your favourite traumatised firefighter, one time i got struck by lightning and died, and ended up in a weird coma dream where my dead brother was alive but my father figure was dead and i didn't know anyone i loved and i was fighting for my life, and i bought the sherbert lemons

Bobby: I was dead you didn’t tell me I was FUCKING DEAD?!

buck:... OH LOOK THE BELL IS GOING BYE-

bobby: THE BELL ISNT RINGING GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT-

ravi: *sighs* didn't even get to my childhood cancer

athena, placing new bowl down: they’ll be back. We have a new bowl to fill.

[horribluh]

zoro fell first but sanji fell harder BUT ALSO i think zoro is very restrained in how he pursues sanji up until theres a mutual confession and then he goes completely batshit. i cannot see this guy being normal about anything. pre confession zoros sulking in a corner while sanjis doing his thang, post confession zoro is looming over his shoulder barring his teeth.

sanji confesses and zoro blue screens and when he snaps out of it the first thing he does is propose. once he gets the go ahead from sanji hes doing everything his caveman brain can think of to keep him. hes gonna marry that cook and theres nothing anyone can do about it

[lainalit]

[byoldervine]

Rule of thumb for writing cats; the less realistic you write a cat, the more realistic it is

Cats do not operate on levels of realism

[osamucide]

I dunno if we're still lusting over Akutagawa but I just wanna say that that the idea of him being turned on by gore in horror movies made all the blood leave my brain immediately because I've been having these fantasies about reciting him some disturbing ass poems about, fkn cannibalism or something, whilst jerking him off

um we are ALWAYS lusting over Akutagawa in this house. see below the cut for real lit nerd shit. cw here—handjob, sub!Aku, John Donne himself is a content warning, mdni

This made me think of Donne’s "The Flea"—if you’ve not read it, basically it uses intermixed blood inside a flea as an extended metaphor for sex and it kind of has no business being so fucking hot for how strange it is (quoted below is the last stanza). And I think Akutagawa, in the limited swath of earthly things he indulges in outside of Dazai's approval, fucks with ANY kind of deranged media, not just movies; his beloved touching him while they recite weird poetry? Oh my god. Your mind is huge, anon. Listen—

"Cruel and sudden, hast thou since purpled thy nail, in blood of innocence?" you sigh, voice slow, deliberate, hardly above a whisper; you pinch the spine of the leather-bound anthology, balancing it against one of his trembling shoulders as you straddle his waist, sinking your teeth into the milky skin beneath the severity of Ryuunosuke's jawline. "Wherein could this flea guilty be, except in that drop which it sucked from thee?"

Your other hand strokes him, softly, agonizingly; Ryuunosuke's breath is short, rhythmic, quietly frustrated between his chest and his throat as he tugs at the rope binding his wrists behind his back, his fingers flexing wide, curling into fists. When you squeeze just beneath his leaking tip and work your way down his cock, his forehead falls into your shoulder, where he returns your bite through a pitchy groan.

"Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou... Find'st not thy self, nor me the weaker now." You, calculated, roll your wrist faster; his stifled groan gives way to a gasp, an open-mouthed plea for you to continue, and he twitches, hips lurching upward in pursuit of more of your touch. "'Tis true; then learn how false, fears be—"

"Please," Ryuunosuke's voice weaves through yours, desperate and broken amidst cries of your name. "My love, please."

"Just so much honor, when thou yield'st to me," you continue, pausing only to lick across the chain of bruising kisses you've left upon his neck. Pink and needy and twitching like the rest of him, his cock stutters, jumps as pearly white ropes of cum are spurting from him, hitting his pale chest and stomach, dripping over your fingers. You mutter the last line as he sobs, thanking you in breaths so shaky and hoarse and spent that you can't help your satisfied smile; "Will waste, as this flea’s death took life from thee." ⊹

this ask also made me think of a dissertation I read in my undergrad and it’s called "Raw Metaphors: Cannibal Poetics in Early Modern England" by Amanda Lehr. it’s wonderful and if you’re a cannibalism-in-poetry freak like me DEFINITELY check it out. it's lengthy but so worth the read.

[hedwig221b]

If you had to pick one of, possessive derek or possessive stiles? Me personally, because it’s so rare, I loveeee when stiles acts all jealousy and possessive like a brat, love when he stakes his claim on HIS man!!! when people try to get with derek. And derek is all pacifying about it like yes baby this dick belongs to you only and shows him how much in the bedroom at night🤭

If I had to pick, then it's gonna be possessive Derek 💗 I mean, he's a territorial wolf

Bit, oh, jealous possessive Stiles is SO GOOD!!!

Like when Derek finally gets through to him that they are together, that's when Stiles starts to act upon his jealousy. And he's so nasty with it, with his sarcasm and jabs. He physically inserts himself between Derek and the one who flirts with him, glares, and clings to Derek like the neediest brat, climbs him, PDA all the way, kisses him in front of everyone when he's usually shy with it

And it's not bc he thinks Derek will cheat, no, it's so that everyone would see that this man??? Unavailable. And it's Stiles who got him, so suck it

And Derek is amused the whole time. He likes it when Stiles stakes a claim on him, cause it makes him feel wanted. And when they come home, Stiles all pissed off and irritated, Derek takes him to bed and fucks him until Stiles forgets about everything

[alienaiver]

kyoutani fluff, genderneutral reader with POTS (reader is also iwaizumi's younger sibling), 1k words

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the door is jammed. kyoutani grunts before he pushes at it with his shoulder. in his headphones, the blast of his music is interrupted by an incoming call. it quietens his noise canceling and he hears your wail from the other side,

"for fuck's sake kenken, stop pushing!"

he's never pulled himself away from anything as fast as he does. he takes out his airpod and hears rustling and grunts from the other side. your voice, out of breath calls out, "you can come in now!"

he's not sure what to expect, but he's on his guard. his college classes ended earlier than planned so you most likely didnt expect him home this early.

despite having no expectations, his eyes still widen as he breathes out a string of curses.

youre on the floor, your legs perched up against the shoecabinet (he suspects it was your ass and legs against the door he pushed against earlier) as you give him a peace sign, eyes on your watch measuring your pulse. you clearly dont want him to take a longer look around you.

but how can he not?

every single item that is usually perfectly (messily, if you're asking anyone but him) jammed into his tiny bathroom is currently splayed out in a mess all over his pathetic excuse of an entrance hall.

jesus fucking christ.

"before you get angry!" you hurry to add as you start to sit yourself up. he puts his foot on your chest to stop you, suspecting your POTS attack isn't over yet (he's right, but youll never admit that).

"drink your fuckin' electrolytes."

you groan and swat at his feet with barely any power before you lift your head to drink from your - his - waterbottle.

you let out an exasperated breath of delight to signal that youre done drinking and to spite him. his foot is still resting on your sternum as he lifts an eyebrow, challenging you to pick a fight.

you roll your eyes, "it's the shower curtain,"

its all you get to say before he groans, gets off of you to turn around and close the shitty door. your brows furrow, "you really want me to hang a new, shiny shower curtain inside that dirty den of mold?!"

he takes a moment to breathe, remembers iwaizumi's advice on how to handle his chaotic, chronically ill, younger sibling; you.

"dont." he grits out, his brain muffled, loud and static all at once. he's angry, and he can feel the layer underneath his skin seethe.

"no, really. what's the point of buying new stuff if you just put it on top of the nasty?"

his eyes are clenched shut as he keeps his back to you, "thats not the fucking point and you know it."

he tries not to escalate it, he really does. but while your older brother has a habit of reigning him in, you got a nasty habit of riling him up.

"so you think im not capable? is that it?"

he can hear the hoarse lilt in your voice, the way your anger turns to hurt and frown turns to tears.

he punches the wall.

he hears you get up before you leave the hallway, leave the mess and leave him there with a loud groan.

"its like a prison!" you spit, before throwing yourself on the couch upside down so that your legs are still up.

at least youre taking care of your symptoms.

"you can hang up that shitty curtain! you can paint the fucking walls on the highest ladder for all i care," he says. he can hear the bite in his voice but he cant remove it. the only growth hes had since high school is that he now recognizes when his emotions takes the toll; not how to regain the control.

"but you cant fucking do this shit when youre alone. i refuse to come home to you, neck fucking broken because you thought you could do it yourself!"

"i can do it myself!"

youre sitting up on your elbows now, glaring at him through the door to the hallway, "im not some porcelain doll about to break any second."

kyoutani deflates. he knows youre not; but your POTS attacks are still relatively unknown to you, still unpredictable and so, so new.

so new and scary and terrifying.

you stick out your tongue at him and he gives you the middle finger before he comes into the room to jab at your sides.

you yelp loudly before you try to jab him back. he catches your wrists in his hands, "ill fucking murder you the next time you jam the door with your ass."

you can't help but snort. you use his hold on you to pull yourself up and kiss him. he's still frowning, lips not moving to meet yours, but the way his hands tightens around your wrists tells you enough.

"i'm sorry. i know this is scary for you too. but i promise i was taking care of myself while doing it. and i would like you to trust me just a little, thank you very much."

kyoutani huffs and looks pointedly away. you frown, "you came home to me taking care of myself, didnt you? i didnt get on the stool to remove the holder-thingy because my heartrate spiked."

he softens, not nearly enough for just anyone to see, but enough for the mad dog's biggest fan to spot. you smile and kiss his cheek, "ill wait until you get home next time."

he grunts, but pulls at you so that your upper body is now lying on top of him, legs still in the air.

"whats the number at now?"

you look at your watch and giggle, "163, but thats just because you swept me off and into your arms. thats hot as fuck."

this is knowledge kept to you only, but kyoutani blushes down to his chest when youre being cheesy. he clears his throat, "ill get your compression and some more electrolytes."

you whine and try to wrap your arms around him (its hard when hes still clutching at your wrists), "stay here. ill only behave if you do."

sure, your big brother was good at reigning him in when he was out of line, but youre a master at holding his leash within your control when you really want to. he happily complies, even if he frowns and grunts at you on the outside.

[yoki-loves-stars]

Dream has talked a few times during the stream about how Tubbo is being told false information by Tommy. To which Tubbo directly replies that he has seen the proof himself and that he is his own person capable of forming his own opinions. I feel like that's coming from the fact that Tubbo was frequently treated as an extension of his friends rather than his own person by the community in general.

Tubbo mentioned it like 2 or 3 years ago, but I do want to talk about it right now as well, mainly because I don't see anyone else mentioning it so far.

I should mention that there is, of course, this fear of people talking behind your back. It's natural to have that fear, but that should not be apart of your "apology". You don't need to spread even more speculations. You of all people should understand how harmful these speculations could be and how pure assumptions should not be public. Because that's all this is. Assumptions.

Not only is it incredibly disrespectful of Dream to imply that Tubbo is being manipulated or that Tubbo cannot think for himself, while Tubbo is going out of his way to be unbiased, it also rubs me the wrong way how he basically says that Tubbo is one of the good ones (not a direct quote). I find it very manipulative and also disrespectful to other creators, who criticised Dream in the past. Now I know that Tubbo is way better than that, but it feels like Dream is going out of his way to kind of hide behind Tubbo's back as much as possible, putting words in his mouth, playing friends, guilt tripping him and, in a way, his audience.

I could be digging to much into this, but I have found that weird.