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Fast foodies know the deal
Ghost x reader
(not proof read, this is just fluff straight from the source
Warnings: none, ovulation mention maybe? Its brought up a single time.)
The craving hits around 3 in the morning, it's ovulation week so the idea of not getting chicken nuggets from the drive through makes you want to cry.
You turn towards the sleeping lug beside you. He's on his back, breaths deep and even. Still as a grave but at your movement he takes the arm you had been using as a pillow to drag you further into his side.
Your Simon, took you forever just to get the man to admit he did more than tolerate you. even longer to admit he cared for you. It took you almost using his toothbrush to realize that the man might actually (gasp) like you. That one you didn't push, figured he'd come to terms with it on his own.
As you look at how peaceful he seems you try to fight the urge, you really do, but as you prop yourself up on your elbows and move closer to Simon's ear you resign to begging his forgiveness later.
"Simon, my baby? You sleeping?"
You wouldn't have known he was a awake had it not been for the lone eye opening to check on you
"Was, love. I was. Whats wrong, bad dream? Y' Can turn on the telly to that duck cartoon or the robots - won't bother me none." He rubs a comforting hand up and down your back, he's being so sweet you really do start to feel bad.
"I want chicken nuggets."
Silence.
Both eyes are open now.
The silence continues.
You smile sheepishly.
Wordlessly simon extracts his arm and turns so his back is to you.
"Nnooooooo! Simon pleeeaase. Pretty please? I want chicken nuggets so bad!"
"Go ahead. keys are on the rack, tanks full."
"Nooo you have to take me! come on baby please, for me?"
"My love. Sunshine. Light of my life. If you're hungry i made a perfecly good roast last night. Heat that up and let a man rest."
"I dont want a perfectly good roast! I want chicken nuggets. And a burger. And fries - oh maybe a shake?" You lean over him, hair purposely hung over into his face. He turns quickly and you're nose to nose
"So youre gonna have me get up at 3 fucking a.m. to get you a greasey, artey clogging, cholesterol raising gastrointestinal disaster of a meal - when we have a perfectly good home made dinner in the fridge."
"....please?"
Silence.
A deep suffering sigh.
An ecstatic squee
"Just get your fuckin shoes on"
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You lean back over into the passenger seat, simon grumpy faced as you insisted that you should be the one to order.
You pat your thighs in glee as he pulls up to the window, gives you a dirty look , and hands the cashier his card.
The second window delivers your meal and drink quickly, you dig in like a starved animal. You're mid chew when he gives a grunt. A snooty sounding eh hem.
You grin and giggle, slowly airplaning him a nugget.
"Give me the chicken or i'll take the whole box"
You squeak and shove it to his lips quickly. His jaws snap around the nugget and it's gone within a single bite - you retract your fingers, still intact but wet with spit.
You give an 'eeeech' and look for somewhere to wipe your hand.
"Any of this ends up in or on my interior and it'll be your arse."
You roll your eyes and reach in the bag for a napkin, knocking the fries over in the process.
Silence.
The car drifts slowly to the left and is parked along the side of the road.
Not a word spoken.
You try to shove as many back into the carton as possible.
He stares at you.
You smile sweetly at him before leaning over the center console and kissing him. You meet his lips, they're stretched into a dangerous grin.
"Love" kiss "did you" kiss "spill salt" kiss "in my truck?"
You might not know a lot, but you know that voice means you're in trouble, which means it's distraction time.
You continue your sweet onslaught of kisses.
"Thank you for taking me baby, I love you so much. ", another smooch
is delivered.
"Youre my person, my favorite guy, love of my life."
He bites at your lip and you barely manage to slip it from his teeth
"Wanna spend the rest of my life with you, grow old with you"
He grips the back of your head and maneuvers your ear to his mouth, in a deep rumble he asks
"Are there fries on my floor, love?"
The dangerous smile still present.
"No of course not baby! i cleaned those up."
"So my truck is fry free?"
"Well - no didn't say that. there's a, a few under the seat"
He's grappling you into his lap now, the man looks a hint deranged.
"And why, my love, are you telling me about them instead getting them?"
he presses.
"'Cause I - hehe - I can't reach!" You giggle out as his hands slink towards your sides.
He pokes and prods at you, growling not unlike a bear while you squeal and squeak out little laughs.
"Gets a man up at ass o'clock-"
"Oh please, you get up early anyway!"
"makes him drive to get congealed grease-"
"you had a nugget too!"
"Then trashes his truck."
"Oh please it's like a handful of fries, I'll get them, i'll get them!"
He frees you with a huff and you dive back over to your side of the car. You pop open your door and hop outside to get a better angle at the underside of the seat. He gets impatient as you fish around for the last few fries, giving a little hurrah as the last one is snatched.
Clambering back into the truck you grin at him, happy as can be. He hums a short laugh, and you're off to home again.
He makes a beeline for the bedroom and you trot over to the counter to finish your meal, most of it having been shared and eaten in the truck. You sit back a moment to enjoy the feeling of fullness when you see Simon emerge again.
"Bed. Now. Kept me up long enough" he's already on you before you can think of a reply, slung over his shoulder. He makes quick work of getting you both situated in your proper spots.
You're snuggled into his side for the night, full and content. He breathes in deep and exhales slowly. you draw nonsensical patterns on his bare chest, playing with the hair there. As sleep overtakes you, your palm flattens over the spot where his heart resides; and you feel him relax just a smidgen more.
#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#fluff#odd stories#all of this was also written on a phone#so like of formating is weird thats why#simon riley fanfic#simon riley fluff#is it so wrong to want a big beefy grumo to get up in the dark of the morning to get you food???? i think not#is he maybe ooc in this? perhaps. perhaps. do i just wanna write a story in which the man is happy and has a dork of a spouse? ye.#also when i have nightmares i watch one of two cartoons on mute- its either transformers or darkwing duck!#sunshine series
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Jail Buddies
Once a month, Jason makes an effort to meet Dick on purpose. Sometimes even more. After all, he was a good little brother checking in with his brother. Though he had a rather uncontroversial way of doing so. One that involved getting led into a jail cell of your local police department and loudly demanding to speak to Officer Grayson.
Okay, maybe it wasn't like that it was an effort to check on his brother and just one of his many listed dumb moments of recklessness he got caught for. And he was maybe using his brother to get out without having to call Cass, Steph, Duke, Tim, Damian, Alfred or Bruce, in that order depending who was willing to bail him out every time Dick had his 'Little Wing you won't learn if I keep bailing you out.'-Phases again. Or if Dick was being petty because of a recent prank war.
Either way, while Jason was waiting for Dick to make his entrance in his cell he noticed the teen boy sharing the cell with him staring at him wide eyed. He arched an eyebrow, and decided on a whim to make friendly conversation.
"So what got you here kid?"
The teen blinked as if just realizing Jason had addressed him before grinning a bit feral, his blue eyes having an unnatural glow. "Vandalism."
Jason's eyebrow rose again, but the teen continued.
"Trashed mu place and gave my guardian's car a pretty paint job and some other stuff."
"You vandalized your own place? And got arrested."
"Fruitloop decided an overnight stay was a better punishment then leaving me unattended."
The teen shrugged and Jason couldn't help but feel like he just had heard a red flag. He opened his mouth to question the kid more but than his brother finally made his entrance.
"Little Wing! What did you do this time!?" Jason could see that Dick was out to start a rant but changed tunes when he noticed the teen.
"Danny or Dan? You are here again? When did they bring you in? Trouble at home?" Dick asked, and Jason clearly saw the telltale signs of information fishing bat style.
"Danny and the usual." Danny, as Jason now learned the kid's name was, shrugged nonchalantly like this wasn't the first time he and Dick had had that exchange.
"Seriously buddy? I had a rebellious phase as teen too but to regularly trash your home to the point that someone calls the police or vandalize your guardian's cars, buildings, advertisements or anything that has to do with him is not a solution kid." Jason arched an eyebrow at Dicks tone, feeling slightly reminded of whenever Dick lectured one of them.
"Oh I know. But it's a nice stress reliever, plus you guys are nice here. I get pizza as dinner whenever I stay the night." The kid grinned and Jason couldn't help the snort that earned him a little glare from Dick.
Instead of arguing further his brother let out a suffering sigh and let Jason out of the cell, waving him towards the exit and following him shortly after giving the kid one more look that looked like a mix between stern and pleading to stop being a rebellious teen.
Once out of earshot, Jason then chose to ask. "So what's the kid's deal?"
"Nothing, just a rebellious teen reminds me of Damian when he first appeared. He has a twin and a little sister as far as I know, both of them also known here. Their guardian is an upstanding man, though." Jason heard the hidden but.
"Did someone look into it?" He hummed more as a cover.
"Higher ups don't know, but i am running an investigation." Translation Bruce is unaware, but Dick was using Bat resources for looking into the kid's residence.
"Nice kid, didn't think he was a regular." He only commented.
"Nice and polite, you wouldn't think he did some of the things he was brought in for. Distrustful though, despite his friendly nature."
Jason nodded as Dick went through the papers to bail him out, a thought popping up in his head. Clearly, something was up with the kid that had his brother worried, and it looked like he was stuck on just doing his investigation. So, being the thoughtful little brother he was, Jason decided to help his brother.
In his uncontroversial ways, of course.
"Yo Danny, also here?" Jason grinned as he was led into the same cell the teen was in a week later.
#danny fenton#danny phantom#dp x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#crossover#jason todd#dick grayson#rebellious danny#danny dan and ellie live with Vlad#all three rebel in their own way#danny also gets arrested on purpose to annoy Vlad#dick is worried#and is already investigating vlad#jason joins in for the heck of it#this was written with a migraine#no guarantee thatninwas even thinking while writing on my phone#unedited#no beta we die like danny#crack prompt#fic prompt
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whatchu thinking about. nothing? just the changes to garys design and his character evolution and growth and everything. 24/7. you know. and the fact that even if he changed, hes still the same at his core!
#pics stolen from pinterest#i need to make my own screenshots.. i do have plenty actually just all on my pc so#none on my phone to use on the go#anyway#cough#i love you gary fischer 🫶#not a self shipper in this case so im not simping i just love his character so much. like his physical traits show one thing but hes not#just that hes very sweet and loyal and i love how hes also still a big nerd and the way hes not written as just some killing machine but#actually the opposite. im saying this cause on my first watch i thought he had a full 180 but thats not the case as i learned later on#and thats also why i love him#and then also the details such as him knowing the perfumes and stuff. hc he knows how to cook well and knows food too#based on stuff from the show#and also his relationships with people. hes like the true core of the show to me with his growth and his connections#being besties with the monarch but also being friends with hank and id even say brock? brock definitely respects him!! and hatred#its so cool. i love this guy#thoughts are being thunk#vbros#that aside i love how the style of the show changed and i love both the simpler cartoony look from the start bur#but i also love the later more uniform slightly more realistic look which goes well with what i would say a more serious approach#like its still a funny show but to me it got more serious and sincere and personal.. always has been its just turned that up. i think?
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First - Next?>>
#rc9gn#torn pages au#randy cunningham 9th grade ninja#rc9gn first ninja#first ninja#randy cunningham#ok. i downloaded a bunch of bundles for krita that i rarely use. and also a bunch of cool free fonts. somehow it translated into#me making a ridiculously dramatic intro comic for TPau knowing perfectly well im not going to be able to maitain it#especially on this lvl lol krita is slow and keeps stuttering on my old laptop ;( despite all the cool brushes...cant draw there#so uh despite a tbc written dont expect anything??? imma working on another thing >;)#also as stated before this au is just me blatantly using opportunities to draw first in various pretty ways ;3#tho is it pretty if its just me slapping neon lightning everywhere???... i cant shade to save my life ok! i just slap things together#also trying to figure out what size comic i want to make is a nightmare i like kinda phone-screen sized but standard also looks ok??
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Imagine if Willow sprinkles Hunter with pixie dust, and she's about to explain he needs to think happy thoughts to fly, only to see he's already floating off the ground.
"Whoa, what happy thought were you thinking?"
"Well, nothing really, I was just listening to you."
Her just being there is his happy thought.
[Now on AO3]
"It doesn't work on me," He claims, like the Know-It-All he is.
Willow is already coaxing a daisy into existence as he says it. It pokes through the forest floor, unusually exuberant for dusk hours, dimly illuminated by a fairy's magic touch.
"Are you calling my dust faulty?" She scoffs, plucking the flower out of the ground and twirling it teasingly beneath her chin. "How presumptuous."
"No," Answers the pirate. If you could even call him that right now. He's shed his immaculate gold coat and that large and ridiculous (but oh, so funny) hat of his.
He's taken every measure to be as inconspicuous as possible. Nobody aboard that ship can know about his little late night rendezvous with a fairy. Especially not if he doesn't intend to bring her back in a jar.
He has long since retired that ambition.
"It's no different than any other fairy's dust," He says, slow and cautious. "The crew has....obtained it a few times in the past...."
Willow doesn't say anything but her presence still makes him squirm. She already knows what becomes of fairies that pirates get their hands on.
"And it doesn't work on me...." He concludes.
"You sound disappointed."
"I'm not."
He's a liar, among other things.
Willow opts to not mention how transparent he is in his longing to get tangled up in the stars, to test the feel of foamy cloudstuff in his hands, to soar the way the Lost Boys do.
He's so enraptured with winged creatures, she notices.
This boy wants to fly. This boy wants to become Lost in a way that matters on this island. And the only thing stopping him is his own stupid heart.
He's my uncle, he had whispered the last time she begged.
"I refuse to believe you're immune to dust," Declares Willow. "You are no different from any Lost Boy."
She means that in more ways than one. He even looks like one tonight. Young and sloppily dressed, his bare hairless face spotlighted by the fat silvery moon hanging overhead.
It bothers him that it's so difficult to grow a beard. It makes her heart sink a little every time he laments how impatient he is to grow up.
"I'm nothing like a Lost Boy," He retorts for the billionth time.
If she felt a little more argumentative, she'd ask him to state their exact coordinates on the map. And he'd flounder for an answer, because he's never been in this part of the island before. Willow led him into the depths of the forest by the hand in the dead of night.
He's a boy.
He's lost.
It would make him all mad and huffy if she pulled that on him. Which would be funny. But she doesn't want to make him mad and huffy right now.
Willow shimmies closer, rustling the leaves underneath her. "I think you just never learned the trick of dust. It's not like fairies to give the secret away to just anyone."
He's not looking in her direction. Which is annoying. She could get drunk on how it feels to have his eyes poring over the sight of her.
It was once an impish sort of delight. A delicious satisfaction that he found her such an irksome creature yet he was unwillingly attracted to her shape, to her smile, to her eyes.
It's different now. Less unwilling on his part. And at some point or another, she found herself blooming pink roses beneath the skin of her cheeks when he looks at her like that.
She likes being looked at. But she now understands that she likes being looked at by him. She wishes to hear the thoughts in his head as his eyes hang off her bare shoulders.
"So..." Willow croons, her fingers finding the sharp bend of his jaw. She brushes the skin, gingerly avoiding the sensitive edges of his scars.
"How about...." her palm connects to his cheek and she still marvels over how perfectly fitted her hand is for cupping his face. She guides his gaze towards hers. The eyes that she finds pretty to settle on the face that those eyes find pretty.
"You trust me on this...." Her soft spoken utterance is emphasized with an affectionate rub of her index finger on the sweet spot behind his ear.
He likes being touched there. She found out back when he was trying very hard to not like her.
Once his eyes are set on hers, confused but hopelessly soft, Willow lifts the daisy to her lips and blows.
A string of glowing pollen rises from the buttery pistil and drifts in his direction. It's as though it already knows tonight's assignment is proving a Know-It-All wrong. It's the only way to needle a big pretty smile outta him.
Willow is gonna get that smile, whether he likes it or not. She's a rascal like that.
Dust clings to his cheeks, spilling down his neck and sinking under skin.
"I promise you're not immune to dust," Says Willow, because she won't allow him to be. If he wants to fly, he'll fly.
He's staring at her with wild eyes now, every blink an agonizing interruption of his beholding.
She hasn't realized until now just how close their faces are. Nose to nose.
Feeling the tickly heat of his breath makes her smile.
"All you have to do is..."
He gasps.
Willow gasps.
They are no longer nose to nose because he is jerkily rising off the ground.
Amusingly, once he's a few inches into the air, he awkwardly tips forward and his feet continue to ascend. He's floating upside-down now, startled and confused yelps erupting from his throat. Willow stands up, trying to swallow her giggles as he desperately stretches his arms out to claw at the ground for some sort of anchor.
He's wobbling further and further away from her now and with a flutter of wings, she rises to meet him by the heads of the trees.
"Hiiiiiii~" She singsongs in an imitation of something he said to her so very long ago when things were so very different.
His flipped body has caused his shirt to hitch. It hangs in a baggy pool at his armpits.
Willow cannot help herself. She pokes his bare belly with a silly sounding "boop!" making him squeak ("Willow!") and scrabble to yank the fabric back over his figure. His legs are kicking erratically, attempting to put himself to right.
She doesn't indulge in the antics for much longer, instead opting to take pity on him. Lost Boys are like this sometimes too. But only in those first few minutes before they realize that they're perfectly safe, just a little inexperienced.
"Don't you worry," Says Willow, taking him by the waist and flipping him rightside-up. "You just haven't got your sky legs yet,"
She lets go of him once his position has been righted but he is not having it. Willow lets out an embarrassing noise herself as a pair of arms awkwardly throw themselves around her. His breathing rattles in her ear, his heartbeat a thick pound against hers.
Willow blurts out the first thing she can think to say. "First time?"
"Obviously!" He snaps, though there's a tremor to his tone.
She laughs to hide her brain's stubborn fixation on how defined the arms around her are.
"Hey now, I gotcha," She says comfortingly. With a bit of effort, she manages to rearrange their entangled bodies so it's not so...so much.
They now float at the respectful distance of any two teenagers having their first dance, complete with his arms loosely looped around her neck and Willow's hands rested against his hips.
Hm. Well. It's no longer so much but...
Now it's not enough.
To right that wrong this instant, Willow hums mischievously. "After all...."
Those respectful hands slide up his sides,
"I finally got my diabolical little fairy hands on a pirate."
They linger on his ribs.
His breath gets caught.
"I'm not gonna let him go."
They travel back down to his hips.
He's frozen in the way he tends to freeze, but it doesn't deter the heat. It blotches his face, his ears, even seeping down his neck.
He used to slap her touch away when she got playfully handsy with him. That stopped a lot time ago.
Instead, his grip around her tightens, though his gaze falls bashfully.
Willow grins.
He liiiiiiiiiikes it.
"How does flying work?" Asks the pirate.
"Well, it basically means not being on the ground," Answers Willow intelligently.
"No. I mean....why am I flying right now?"
Oh.
Right.
She had forgotten that he went blasting off before she could even explain the trick of it.
He looks troubled, a little bit on the scrunched up side. She expects that the reality of his situation will sink in sooner or later but...he needs answers first.
He's wanted this. He's wanted to fly. But it isn't like him to be satisfied without knowing the How and Why.
"Well," Says Willow. "What were you thinking? Before you began to fly?"
His eyebrows shoot up. "I-I wasn't thinking anything specific."
He's out of his depth and it's making him panic.
"Why? What was I supposed to be thinking?"
She smiles. "Your happiest thought."
"Oh...."
"Why?" She asks, leaning into his space. "What were you thinking?"
His brain is bizarrely shaped and she's obsessed with the idea of rummaging around in it.
She likes it when he allows the makings of the contraption to sputter out through his lips.
What are your happy thoughts, pirate?
But he never gives her an answer.
He doesn't need to.
What that boy does instead is give her a look. It's a strangely quiet look for such a loud face.
She can't gather together the words to describe that look because it feels too much like a secret. What she will say is that it's hers. It's all hers.
Her secret pirate.
His secret fairy.
"Oh..." She doesn't like how her voice shakes but what can she do?
He makes her feel so very fragile sometimes.
It's happening.
Aw thorns, it's happening.
Willow's wings speed up without her say-so and the two bodies shoot higher into the sky, the pirate howling in surprise.
She laughs. What else can she do but laugh?
But now that she's laughing, it's very difficult to stop. It's getting to the point of hysteria.
She's his happy thought.
She's his happy thought.
She's his happy thought.
And you know what? He might be hers too.
The sudden lift has made him lose his grip on her and he's now paddling through the sky, reaching out his hand to hers.
Willow takes it.
And while she's at it, she takes his other hand and gives him a giddy twirl.
He's accustomed enough to the weightlessness by now that he doesn't react with horror. But rather, it surprises a giggle out of him.
Terribly encouraged by the bubbling sound, she spins him again and he laughs harder.
He makes those dumb snorty noises.
She's going to spin him unconscious if he keeps doing this to her.
It's in his eyes now, she can see it. Something is beginning to kindle, the realization that this is it.
He can fly.
He can fly.
He can fly.
His smile is gold.
She never would have taken the air above the forest for a dance floor but there's nothing conventional about anything she does with this boy.
Their bodies rotate across the stars, like the little dancers in that music box she found once.
They try to imitate the grown-ups in those books he likes to show her. It's his idea.
Two hands, one small and round with short fingers and a cushiony palm, and one long and narrow, fingers all lean and knobbly. They find each other and the mismatched fingers intertwine.
Willow's other hand is on his shoulder while his is on her waist. It's loose, no longer fearing his life up here.
He can't dance while standing on the ground, so he certainly has no footing in the sky. But that's alright, floating and touching is enough.
He tells her stories.
She listens.
She flirts and she jokes.
He blushes.
Sometimes he responds with something just as immaculately phrased.
She blushes.
Her cheek is resting against his chest when she utters the words. "Guess what..."
"What?"
"There was a fairy ball tonight."
She wasn't supposed to tell him that.
The subsequent silence leaves her to wonder why she told him that.
"So why are you here?" He asks, which is even worse.
Willow doesn't give him an answer.
She doesn't need to.
It's her lips buttoned in an pointed 'You know why' sort of way that spells it all out. As wrung tight with nerves as she is, her lips quirk up with amusement as that heart of his begins to riot against his ribcage.
"Oh..." He says.
"Oh..." Willow responds.
The night dances on. The stars observe with indifference.
Neverland itself doesn't care if a fairy waltzes with a pirate.
Its only those with a pulse that take issue.
He doesn't say the words. Not exactly.
Instead, he says "Willow. I think...I think there might be a problem...."
The warmth of his body is soaking into her. It's making her sleepy.
"And what's that?" Willow asks, looking up.
After a moment of contemplation, she adds "Hunter,"
The pirate's name is Hunter.
She likes that his name is something that's allowed on her tongue.
She feels his shoulder stiffen beneath her hand at the mention of that name. It seems to tangle up the words he already had on the tip of his tongue.
She squeezes the spot she's holding, hoping to relieve a little of the tension.
"I..." The hand holding hers is damp. She can feel it tremble. "I don't think I can get down,"
"Is that so?" She teases with a tilt of her head.
Like she's forgotten. He's her happy though. It's so cute she almost wants to let loose an undignified squeal.
But the lines of Hunter's face only tighten. Every worry etched into his features is naked underneath the moon's glow.
"I don't think I can ever get down again," He states, simple and soft.
His eyes are on her and they burn like always. She doesn't know what kind of fire Hunter was born in but his eyes never stop burning.
Willow's mischievous smile dips as his words pierce her through with the viciousness of a dagger, yet her stomach doesn't fill with blood, but warm liquid gold.
You don't fall in love in Neverland.
You don't fall at all.
You fly.
#drabble written in my brainrotted haze#its kinda messy and unpolished#i wrote it all in one go#on my phone too#also it is very late and not a lot of people are gonna see this#yippee tho#vibrates about fairies#huntlow#neverland au
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"that's it. i'm removing you from the roster until you've stopped by the doctor."
you look at midoriya in disbelief. unable to keep yourself poised at his final decision, your shoulders slump and the exhaustion washes over you like a wave. he's seen through you.
it's been a year since your near-death experience with an all-too-powerful villain and while shinsou took great care of you during your recovery, something's been off ever since - you haven't been able to put a finger on it, though, so you decided to do what every self-sacrificing hero does: you powered through. until there was no power left to muscle your way out of it. and now it's become visible to others too. you have a feeling shinsou might've ratted you out, but you don't blame him. you'd done the same if it were him.
you get home in a daze and fall face first onto the bed. you don't wake up until you feel the weight shift and the warmth of shinsou's lips touches your cheek. but you don't have the energy to react with more than a hum. your eyelids are so heavy. there's a ringing in your ears but it's so constant that it just feels like a persistent buzz. shinsou says something as he settles behind you, arms wrapping themselves around you. for a while, you think there's silence but he says your name sternly in a voice he only uses when he knows you're not entirely listening to him. huh. you're mostly used to hearing it on the battlefield.
"i'm worried about you."
you sigh and hum, pushing yourself weakly back onto him, "'ve got a doc's appointment..... tomorrow."
he kisses the crown of your head, "okay... okay, good."
he's drawing soft circles into your arm and you drift away again. he wakes you when there's dinner and you perk up again slightly, but not enough to make him stop worrying his lip between his teeth. you fall asleep fifteen minutes into a movie later that night.
you put on your shoes and lock the door behind you, putting the keys in your pocket as you turn for the stairs at the end of the hall. you really wish there'd been an elevator in your building right now. as you walk down the steps, your feet feels heavier but you chalk it up to be your shoes. it's the sneakers you don't wear that often, but it's too cold for sandals today. you shrug it off and just concentrate more on walking.
the doctor goes through your symptoms with you but there's hardly any, you reassure her. you're just so exhausted no matter how many hours you sleep. she warns you that you may be sleeping too much. you agree with a laugh - you don't remember ever sleeping so many hours, having been an insomniac your entire youth. she does some blood tests and sends you home, saying you'll be called in when the answers are back.
the days that pass are all a blur. without your shifts at the agency, time becomes fuzzy around the edges. you don't have to get up, so you just stay in bed, since you've been told you need to rest anyways. on the third day you wake up to several notes on the bedside table, the bathroom mirror and the kitchen counter and fridge from shinsou with various reminders about eating and drinking properly and where he's stocked some snacks and prepped some food for you to reheat easily. you chuckle and shake your head at his antics. you're just tired, is all. the headaches comes with the job, you remind yourself as you try to gently massage out the tension in your neck to relieve your pounding head. he might be right about the water intake - you grab the cold bottle he's put in the fridge for you and brings it with you to the bed.
"i think you should call and ask if they've gotten the answers yet." shinsou says matter-of-factly and you nod, "yeah, it has been a few days. but it's the weekend, right? i'll call on monday." and that ends the conversation.
monday comes but you forget to call, even if you've been determined to do so. by the time you remember, the office is closed for the day. you sigh heavily and fall back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. you prepare the apology for shinsou on your tongue before you drift off.
tuesday morning your phone rings - several times. you finally reach out and pick up, thinking it's shinsou.
"i do apologize for the wait. the doctor unfortunately had to take some time off last week, but we have your results. will you be able to come in today?"
you agree, dragging yourself up. there's more energy in you today, but it should've been way more given the intense rest you've been having. you put on one of shinsou's hoodies and a pair of sweats before you drag yourself to the kitchen to grab a bite.
turns out, you suffer from anemia. an intense, prolonged form and need medication as soon as possible. shinsou's livid when he comes home and gets the news, angry that it has been missed when the agency periodically keeps an eye on their heroes' health. you sit on the chair with your hands folded like a child being scolded and try to laugh it off, "come on now, hito. i just need to take some medication and i'll be fine. the usual blood tests the past year haven't covered that - even if they should, i know," you hurry to add, "but i'll be fine, i promise."
shinsou sighs and his whole body slumps, leaning against the table you're sitting by. you take his hand, "i'm okay."
he visibly relaxes but there's something he's holding back. you've been together since high school, so you can read him like a book. you squeeze his hand, "open up."
he clicks his tongue with furrowed brows before he opens his mouth, "you've had these symptoms for months. why didn't you tell me?"
you look at the ground, guilt written on your face. mostly, because you don't have a proper answer to give him. you don't know why you didn't - the symptoms had all been sneaking up on you, snaking their way into your body quietly and suddenly it'd just become so chronic that you'd normalized it. you let out an apology and he squeeze your hand back, "it's okay to not have an answer. but please, can we be mindful of things like this in the future?"
you smile at him, "only if you continue to make the little post-it notes. they're adorable - especially your small doodles of dogs."
shinsou hides his face in his hands with a groan, "they were cats."
#target audience? me. i just got diagnosed w some kind of long term anemia and its all adding up lmao#shinsou hitoshi x reader#shinsou hitoshi fluff#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bnha fluff#TBH! im disabled! theres so much wrong w my body to begin w idk where the symptoms begin and end!#this is written etc on my phone. idk the wordcount rn sorry <3#ill add that when im home !! im currently babysitting my beloved niece#edit my nieces making tiktoks abt her bunny right now so i counted on an app THIS IS 1K HELLO!!!?????#i just wrote it on a whim after the docs appointment KSKSKSKSSKSKKSKSKS#also this is partly why ive been inactibe i think. the doc thing took me OUT
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I'm a Firm believer in akito is a big n25 fan but doesn't know ena is apart of it!! And to add to that his favorite songs are the ones ena sings they bring him comfort cause it sounds like ena but like he doesn't know ena is actually singing it!! Ena pokes fun at him for liking n25 because she thinks it's funny! She doesn't know her songs are his favorite though heheh
Anyway thx for listening to my train of thoughts
#ena shinonome#akito shinonome#i also like to think ena goes to the vbs concert things because thats her baby brother on stage gettng closer tl his dream!! and shes so#pround of him and stuff#also had this all written out but when i went to post it#it didnt post ( `□´) i think it cause my phone was dieing anywaysss#also i havent really read the vbs event storys so this might be oit of character for him but like its a cute little headcannon!!#and i stan by this headcannon even if its not in character!#(-.-)Zzz・・・・#shinonome siblings
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was reminded of the story sophia tells about Dorothy’s first day of school, & how she thought that she had made friends with a girl that stuck gum in her hair 😭 anyway I had to doodle because ahhh that dress sounded so sweet :’) I see why Phil hid it away lmao
#also… younger sophia created purely based on vibes & my headcanons#I wanted to give some version of her funky glasses & this was the one#I love them so much oh my#this is probs my fave childhood story of Dorothy’s !? Really sets the tone for the next few decades though#:(((( dorothy you were so well written … the foreshadowing was there from the beginning#the Loom Of Fate if you will#I’ll forever be stuck with the headcanon that Dorothy had *exactly* the same hairstyle for all her life that she’s had since she was small#she only changed it after the phone call - she was one of those people that got told she still looked like a child simply because of#her hair never changing lol 😭#the golden girls#dorothy zbornak#sophia petrillo#art#artist#artists on tumblr#digital drawing
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thinking about 'JABBERWOCKY' as not just a comic will made for mike but a comic within a story of byler , my own stranger things story where will and mike are two boys writing comics together
#idk man I get ideas and I make them....!!!!?#and I post them to all the gay people in my phone#hope you like the vibes#ive never written fan fiction before this is my first time waow#mike wheeler#byler#will byers#byler fanart#gymabe666#also while I love mike… the ‘maybe the girls can join!’ sexism it’s in character okay. I know him
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Logan and Max have another talk, or 'does kissing count as free therapy?' Part 2 of whatever this was. I couldn't fall asleep last night because of how hard I kept thinking about these two. I blame @girlsdads for giving me the brainrot in the first place.
cw: the tiniest bit of implied sexual content
It's another bad race. Fucking 16th, only ahead of the two Saubers, and of the Haas and Alpine that had crashed each other out. There was no reason why his pit stop had to be 4.3 seconds, when Alex's had been 2.7, no reason why he had been fucked over by not one but two undercuts because of shitty strategy, no reason why Alex's side of the garage had to be celebrating 8th place while his was sullen and quiet.
Logan fears he's going to throw up when he steps in and James claps him on the shoulder, saying sorry, next time, as if Logan doesn't know his contract is on the line. Fucking. Next time?!
Logan feels like he's trying to swim with his hands tied behind his back, desperately trying to make it to shore. Nobody cares he's drowning.
He can barely look up during the debrief, feels like he's choking the whole time on the words nobody is saying. As soon as he's free, he escapes, fumbling for his phone as usual. Only this time, he doesn't call his mom.
Are you free?
Max has his motorhome this weekend, and Logan doesn't wait for an answer before heading over. If he doesn't answer, he'll just take a walk.
Yes come over
He's knocking on Max's door before he can rethink it, before all these feelings catch up on him and he decides he's going to break down alone instead. When Max opens his door, Logan immediately regrets it. He's wearing a black t-shirt, hair styled, looking ready to go out. Of course he's heading out, he has a win to celebrate. Unlike Logan. Who should have just gone home.
He opens his mouth, ready to apologize and turn around, when Max's hand closes on his shoulder, his mouth downturned with what would be worry, if it wasn't absurd for Max Verstappen to be worried about him.
"Come in," Max says, doesn't leave space for arguments when he pulls Logan inside, closing the door behind him.
For a long moment they just look at each other, as Logan's waves lap at his neck. He doesn't know why he's here anymore.
"Are you okay?" Max's hand is still on his shoulder. Logan feels like he'll keel over if he takes it back.
"I might be out of a seat."
It's not an answer to Max's question, it's not even what Logan meant to say, it's not something he should be telling to the competition, but really. Logan is barely Max's competition at all, and who wouldn't know that after this season's disaster? Nobody is counting on him to race next year.
He waits for Max to say something, even if it's just empty platitudes, but the other just squeezes his shoulder and nods, and suddenly it's much harder to hold back his tears.
"I just..." he breathes in, willing his voice to not crack, "I don't know what I am doing wrong."
It comes out more desperate than he meant it to, but he's just so tired and upset, and nobody is seeing him drown. Why is nobody paying attention?
"You have a shit car, get bad strategy calls, and have a teammate with years more of experience. You are not the one doing it wrong."
Max says it so matter of fact, as if he's the one driving the shit car, the one with the better teammate, the one having to fight through the back of the field with no success, and suddenly Logan is angry. He shrugs Max's hand away, fists clenching. What does Max know about being the second driver in a bad team? How dares he say he knows Logan's hunger?
"Fuck off," he spits, wrapping his arms around himself to hide the way his hands are trembling. He shouldn't have come.
"You have potential, you are not doing it wrong," Max says again, stubborn and bull-headed as always, jaw set and eyes clear. Logan's anger spikes again. Max Verstappen, the prodigy child, talking to him about wasted potential? This must be a joke. He scoffs, ready to turn around and leave, but Max grabs him again, gets a hold on his elbow and keeps him where he is.
"Why are you angry?" he asks. And yeah, this must be a joke, for sure. Why is Logan angry? Why is he angry?!
"You don't get to..." he starts, but Max interrupts him, squeezing his elbow.
"No. Why are you angry?"
"The team..."
Max takes a step closer, narrowing his eyes.
"Not the team, I do not care about the team. Why are you angry?"
As if there was a right answer to the question that Logan isn't getting! It's his own anger! And Max doesn't care about the team? Of course he doesn't, it's not his team fucking up! Why can't Logan be angry about the team?!
"Alex gets..."
"No. Why are you angry?" Max interrupts again, steadfast in a way that grates on Logan's nerves.
They're too close now, and for a second Logan entertains the idea of punching three times world Champion Max Verstappen. Anger burns in his chest, and suddenly, without knowing who closed the gap, they're kissing. It's not a nice kiss, all teeth and spit, and it almost feels the same as the punch he hasn't thrown, until Max moves his hand from his elbow to his waist, the other one coming up to cup the back of his neck, turning his head slightly. Gentling him.
His anger is back in his lungs, but it's no longer anger, it's back to salt water, and Logan is drowning again. He breaks the kiss, gasping, but Max doesn't let him go.
Logan doesn't remember the last time someone held him like this, like being here matters.
"Why are you angry?" Max asks again, breath soft against Logan's bitten lips. He smells vaguely like minty toothpaste.
"Because..." he hesitates, but at this point he might as feel say fuck it, and give it all. All his fleshy insides in Max's hands, bleeding on the floor between them. "Because I could do better, but I can't do it like this."
This time Max nods. "You could do better."
And Logan knows his parents and friends have said it before, have kept saying it for years. Knows his time in Formula 2 speaks for itself. But it's different, to have Max say it like that, so surely. It's a different kind of validation, and a different kind of heartbreak, because they both know his time to prove it is running out. It's hard to breathe again.
"It is good to be angry. It makes you want to take it," Max says, maybe mistaking the way his breathing has gone funny. But Logan doesn't feel angry anymore. He's tired, and scared, and lonely. He drops his head on Max's shoulder, who moves to card his fingers in his hair, bearing his weight with ease. Logan wishes anything would come easy to him instead.
"I don't know how to be angry," Logan confesses. He doesn't want to say it, doesn't want to disappoint Max, but he disappoints better than he lies anyway. What's one more person.
"That is of course still okay," Max says, instead of some sort of rebuke Logan is expecting. For a second, he thinks about the stories of Max's childhood, of angry men and steel hands. Max's fingers are gentle in his hair.
"What do you want right now?"
It's too big of a question. Logan wants his seat to be safe, he wants to end in the points, he wants a good car, he wants to not feel so distant from everyone else, he wants to go home. He wants someone to tell him it will be alright and mean it.
He shakes his head, forehead dragging against Max's t-shirt. Disappointing again.
Max holds his hair a little tighter, uses the grip to pull Logan up, to make him open his eyes.
"What do you need?"
And it's the same, but it is different, and Logan needs...he needs...
"You can take it. What you need." Max sounds so sure of it, Logan can almost believe it. Maybe Logan doesn't know how to take, doesn't know how to fix it, but here, now, he at least knows what he needs.
"I need to be better," he says, words bleeding out from his split-open chest. "I need to be good."
They both know what Logan means, because the thing with Max is, that it's always about racing, even when it isn't, and it is also always both at the same time.
Max nods, letting go of his hair, and Logan pushes him around, back against the door. Gentle, because he needs to be, but firm, because he wants this.
He eases himself to his knees, and feels Max's hand cup his cheek. His raspy voice isn't disappointed, or pitying, or even sad when he speaks, only fond. A little proud.
"Good boy."
#this was written incoherently at 4:30 am on my phone in bed and then fixed up today idk if the ending makes sense#i hope it is still okay once again the logan/max fog took over me i take no responsibility for this#also i am more or less unable to write smut unless the stars are aligned or some shit im just a little ace baby so thats what you get sorry#if its bad just tell me and i will delete it and die in shame <3#logan/max#i really think we should find them a ship tag if somebody has ideas or knows the 'official' name let me know#my writing#maybe i will post a screenshot of the first draft of this i wrote last night because its just funny kdjfnkjds#fun fact 1: in my head maxiel has kissed during fights before so max is just doing what he knows here#fun fact 2: the ones behind logan in this race are 77 24 10 20 because why not dksnfkjds#max never smiles or shrugs in this whole thing im a SHAM#btw i have shown INCREDIBLE restraint by waiting for a reasonable hour to post instead of just posting it when i was done#it could have meant rethinking this to death and deleting it all#fuck it we ball i guess
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ive been writing more written fics than smaus bc i feel sappyyy and in the mood for romance (or angst) heheeee
#so many drafts now#and they're all written fics#but they're all drabbles#when will i write a long fic im confident enough to post#would be so light on me if i made pre made smaus#but the idea just doesn't get to me without the pressure of posting at this specific time#also ive been writting on a laptop instead of my phone now#i have a lot to figure out since my methods are changing#the days pass by so quickly#i forgot that i have to post daily lmao#𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
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Entitled customers are funny, imagine kicking up such a fuss with our managers that 2 mall security guards had to be called to come mediate all because you and your wife not only can't read but also can't see that our menu literally serves soft poached egg, not a boiled egg, in our Japanese rice bowls
Anyway read the menu properly y'all and ask questions if you're unsure, don't be a dick to hospitality workers especially over dumb shit
#this happened yesterday during boxing day#it was truly hilarious to me#this lady came to complain about our egg not being boiled fully#to which my managers were like 'yeah our menu only serves soft boiled it's shown and written very clearly on it'#but apparently this lady wasn't happy with that answer cause she left and then sent her husband back with the bowl to argue!!!!#and my managers were like nah we're gonna call security to mediate cause this guy legit just kept raising his voice#anyway in the time span of waiting for security to show up#this guy literally pulls his phone out to record a negative review of us which lmao alright#and then proceeds to tell customers looking at our menu to not order from us cause we've got bad food#they still ordered from us anyway with 1 customer saying to my coworker that they hoped he left soon cause he was making them uncomfortable#anyway security shows up and them + the guy + my managers talk for like 10+ minutes#with this guy apparently mentioning at one point that he wants us shut down#just to remind y'all if you're reading this that this is all over a soft boiled egg that is very clearly shown on the menu#and the whole thing ended with 1 of the security coming in to the shop to watch us remake the bowl without the egg#because apparently the guy was afraid we'd do something to his bowl#security looked done with this and apologised to us for this guy being so rude#also before anyone says anything both this guy and wife were fluent in English so it wasn't a matter of them not being able to read our men#and also again our bowls show a very obvious not hard boiled egg#anyway i hope they had an awful day afterwards for being such entitled dicks to us
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so glad i decided to go to my school library when i started feeling sick during class this morning because otherwise i would never have found a rare copy of a room of one’s own by virginia woolf and borrowed it and have it at home with me right now ready to be continued oh my god
#i love libraries#they also have like a gajillion copies of the percy jackson books so cool of that for them#(they also have a copy of lockwood and co and i want to read it but they only have the translated version#and i just always find them very odd to read :/#translators are awesome and they make so many works of fiction from all over the world so accessible in so many different places#but i always prefer to read a book in its original language if i can understand it well enough to be honest)#AND they also have a copy of the picture of dorian gray#this is great#i’ve always wanted to read a room of one’s own#and i actually had once started a digital copy of it and abused the highlights/comment features at 2 am in the morning#but NOW i can actually read it from a physical copy and read the annotations the previous owner had written#AND take photos of my favorite quotes to have them rejoiced and remembered in my full storage phone gallery#anyways#this is a silver lining#a room of one's own#virginia woolf#booklr#library#nadirants
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Does anyone else feel like almost all of the conflicts that had to do with the various character dynamics in Chain of Thorns didn’t actually get resolved, they just unexplainably ceased to exist after two books of building them up because CC didn’t feel like writing them anymore and she didn’t know how to resolve it naturally after how she’d built the issues up so much?
Like how none of the characters but Cordelia and Thomas had any clue about the Alastair and Charles situation and then suddenly in CoT it was like who doesn’t know? Of course Matthew knew and didn’t say anything before and then randomly brought it up to Cordelia in Paris while assuming she knew too
Or how Alastair and Thomas went from how things were at the end of CoI with Alastair thinking it could never work because Thomas’s friends hate him to oh look everyone suddenly is friends with Alastair with no grudge with no development of that in this book at all, just an abrupt shift
Especially the Alastair and Matthew dynamic where Matthew hated Alastair and wanted him to have nothing to do with any of their friends and he spent CoI ranting about him to Cordelia. And then suddenly in CoT it’s like of course Matthew is supportive of Thomas and Alastair and oh look Matthew and Alastair are suddenly not just tolerating each other for Thomas’s sake but friends despite barely interacting and no development actually showing and never getting any mention of the other in their own POVs, just having Cordelia be like Alastair stop being dumb, you’re literally friends with him now
Or like everyone other than Christopher and Grace where it was like oh we don’t like her for how she’s treated us and her friends straight to anyway she’s one of us. Like yes Grace was useful and yes Tatiana manipulated her whole life, but none of that was why anyone changed their minds or opinions? It was just suddenly the flip of a switch when it was convenient for CC
Or Anna and Ariadne where it didn’t so much develop as Anna just acted mean to Ariadne on and off throughout the series and at the end of CoI she wanted nothing to do with a relationship and then in CoT she was just suddenly like sure I guess I do. Also, slightly different note, but I did not like that Anna barely interacted with anyone else for the entire book and she was just off in the corner being an irrelevant romantic subplot for almost all of the book except when she showed up to barely even be shown in the background being sad about her brother being dead
(Although Anna still got more of a reaction than everyone else and his death was poorly executed all around in the sense of how did you write this so predictably and poorly that no one even knows when he died and it’s so background and 99% of the characters don’t care at all and we don’t see his parents finding out or much of Thomas’s reaction or anything and it’s just as if he wasn’t a character anymore 2 seconds later which is a different genre of issue with CoT but similar problem in the sense that both issues made the book feel a lot more emotionless to read)
And how the issues of Thomas and Alastair being together as two men and Anna and Ariadne being together as two women in this time and the issues of what would happen if the fact that Charles and Alastair were gay got out to the entire Clave just disappeared and never got addressed at all. We know how the ClVe reacted to Alec Lightwood YEARS later. We know society was homophobic at the time TLH is set and that it seems like shadowhunter society was a lot less open-minded than mundanes a century later
I understand that Charles being blackmailed and making shitty decisions was annoying but it was like suddenly everyone finding out wouldn’t have consequences and all the other queer men characters were like how could you possibly be worried about this :/ as if they haven’t spent the whole series knowing they have to be careful about who they tell. And then suddenly it was just of course it’s totally fine and safe to have everyone find out and why wouldn’t you be fine with that. And it was really written in a way that had other queer characters like oh Charles is such a coward for not being ready to publicly tell a bunch of homophobic people his sexuality and it just wasn’t it??? And super weird after Thomas was terrified of telling even Anna and Matthew for years. And also, I did not care for the fact that when Charles did go risk getting outed to finally do the right thing, we didn’t even get to see it through any character’s perspective or how that important meeting went, we just got one line of dialogue from somebody else saying that it happened with no details at all. And I can’t think of other examples right now but there were quite a few moments like that where we got one line saying that something had happened that was important to the plot and to characters’ development that seemed like it would have been more interesting than some of what we did get to see where it was just totally breezed over and way too easy and totally background to less important stuff
And then there was the whole no one reacting to Ariadne and Anna dancing together publicly thing was like yeah that’s nice I guess but not realistic and it doesn’t go with the way things have been presented up to that point, it also just feels like a situation where CC was like well this would be easier for me so there just won’t be consequences and then they can easily end up happily together
And then there was the whole Thomas and Alastair thinking they couldn’t realistically be together thing and knowing they couldn’t get married or be known to be together by anyone they’re not close to and then at the end it’s still not really addressed how they’re going to be together? Like there was the laziest write off of the family tree being wrong and then we still are just left to assume that eventually they move in together and suddenly it’s not a problem and everyone’s fine with it? And then I also feel like we don’t actually know if everyone found out about Alastair and Charles’ sexualities after the blackmail or if people are going to assume about Thomas and Alastair or if that’ll cause issues or if no one knows outside of who they’ve told and they have to be careful or what. Which like wouldn’t necessarily need to be addressed if it wasn’t for the logistics of being together as two men in that time being part of the obstacle that they were struggling with being in their way and then it felt like it was totally forgotten to even be one at the end by CC
Idk like I’d love to think they just lived in a world where homophobia didn’t exist but it felt like homophobia was a plot point when CC wanted it to be an inconvenience and then suddenly disappeared just to make her writing easier the moment she didn’t want it there anymore instead of actually addressing the plots she raised with it if that makes sense?
And sorry, I really did not mean to go on a rant this long. And maybe everyone else had a very different reading experience than I did and other people don’t agree with some or all of this. I personally am just very confused about how the book was almost 800 pages long and it felt like so much of the development in it was us abruptly being told that development had happened rather than actually getting to see it and how so many of the issues were abruptly solved in an I don’t want to write this issue anymore kind of way rather than anything actually needing to be worked at outside of the Belial situation
Edit: You know what, I mentioned it in my tags but I feel like it’s annoying enough to put in the body of the post and make it even longer. What the fuck was with everyone outing or potentially outing everyone else just so that characters could openly talk about the queer characters and tell them to do what they want them to? Why did Matthew out his brother multiple times? Like yes, the people he said it to coincidentally already knew, but he didn’t know that. And why was Thomas outing Alastair? The straights got to keep their secrets as long as they wanted and fix their problems more naturally. Why did I have to sit through queer characters constantly having their sexualities and romantic histories to everyone else when they clearly had not okayed it? Why were the queer characters doing so much of the outing? Why were people who cared about them and knew what it felt like to be afraid of the wrong person finding out just broadcasting their sexualities to make it easier for CC to breeze past development to have their things get resolved fast? Why did no character have an issue with it at all?
#As a queer person the whole using homophobia against her characters as plot just to pretend homophobia doesn’t exist and call her characters#cowards for worrying about it as soon as she’s decided writing it doesn’t serve her plot agenda anymore really icks me right out#Like yeah I’d love homophobia to not exist but girl what are you doing that’s so gross to go about it that way#ALSO everyone outing or potentially outing everyone else to other characters to make it easier to get the queer characters to do what she#wanted them to was a HORRIBLE vibe. Why is Matthew outing his brother? Why is Thomas outing Alastair? Why is everyone telling everyone else#people’s sexualities as if it’s nothing and everyone has a right to know when that character clearly did not feel that way#And it’s so out of nowhere every time too#Hot take: Charles protecting Alastair’s privacy instead of outing him was more valid than anything any of the other queer characters said#about Charles or Alastair’s sexualities even if I hate Charles and his going along with the blackmail was bullshit#Also now that I’ve written all of this down and 99% of what I wrote about in here has to do with the canon queer characters that’s not#a great look either that she did breeze over some of the stuff with the other characters for sure but she was way more likely to skip depth#and development with the queer characters in CoT#CC said no slow burn gradual changes in this book… there’s only room for abrupt 180s and Cordelia running 🏃♀️#Sorry if this has weird typos and other mistakes in it. I typed on my phone and didn’t check for autocorrect nonsense and I’m too lazy to#reread this all rn at my current brainpower level#CoT#Chain of Thorns spoilers#Chain of Thorns#The Last Hours#The Shadowhunter Chronicles#Cassandra Clare#My Posts
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#things i should be doing related to: uni work health things that have deadlines#things i am doing:...#actually i have written around 16.5k of a stupid story#can't remember when i've last written any fictional texts at all#i didn't know it is so much bc i wrote it on my phone and it doesn't count words#so i imported it to my pc today and discovered it's like 45 pages? tf i've been doing lol#ah no i also tried out printing on fabric today (and failed completely) sorry man then you'll just get a plain black tiny tote bag
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if birthday nene is kind to me and comes home early (if i have to spark nene for the second time you will see me in the news i do Not want a repeat of my valentines pulling) i will try to write down my ena&nene parallels thoughts . maybe
#i've been meaning to do it ever since watashi wa ame released i think because i was staring at them and went. woah. Water#and then i started thinking#but i have to rewatch their events in order to do this#i had some points written down on my old phone but then it died so. rip.#maybe someone has done it before and then i'd be very very happy to read it but like. i haven't seen it being talked about? at all#i wouldn't call it very obvious parallels to be honest so maybe that's why. but it's Interesting#ALSO I NEED TO FINALLY WRITE ABT SOMEONE WHO'S NOT TSUKASA BOOO#nene is my 2nd fav (in wxs and in general) and enanan is my niigo fav so. i'm obligated to do it kinda.#generally i need to talk about enanan more because gosh enanan you're so relatable.#actually i have some silly enanan thought to post but that's for another day#ri says the less serious things. the tag
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