#and they were so enthusiastic and supportive including the one who (and I say this lovingly) is probably even more of an opera snob than me

[orthoceras]

I love my friends sm :')

[leikeliscomet]

A lot of people including asexuals really don't understand that asexuality is really the only form, or at least one of the very few forms of nonsexuality that exists outside of puritanism. It's one of the few forms of nonsexuality that isn't enforced or mandatory in a religious, spiritual, physical or mental sense. Its one of the few forms of nonsexuality that doesn't involve an active restriction or repression of desire or attraction but instead simply not having certain desires or attractions in the first place for people who never had them or no longer have them. It's one of the few forms of nonsexuality that is naturally occurring instead of being mandatory and enacted by a larger system. I know there's some feminist reworkings of celibacy and abstinence but those usually have an expiry date in the sense that after sexual conditions improve for women then sex can start again (with men). Asexuality does not. Whilst ethical celibacy or abstinence is usually in the context of women not participating in sex until certain conditions are met and improved, asexuality offers the ability to not participate ever. With no pressure to rejoin or join, no moral stigma. And I think that's pretty neat.

So when the forefront of liberal ace activism is to distance itself from nonsexuality completely, to constantly assert that asexuals aren't frigid prudes, asexuals aren't virgins, asexuals aren't vanilla, asexuals aren't ugly and unfuckable, asexuals have libidos like normal people, asexuals are never scared or uncomfortable with sex at all or have any not 100% enthusiastic opinions about it, that there's 0 trace of any sexual trauma or negative sexual experiences or anxieties because we're not damaged goods, essentially focusing on our hypothetical sexual potential more than the nonsexual realities a lot of us have, to say I'm confused and disappointed would be a massive understatement.

Yes asexuality is a spectrum and everyone's valid blah blah blah but not all of these experiences are the same and the community hasn't and doesn't want to prepare for that. We've advocated for how aces can still take part in (hetero)sexuality but what are those of us who don't supposed to do? There's no guide for what childless aces are gonna do in the next few decades when they have no biological descendants. There's no guide on how to have an asexual romance without sex apart from 'just cuddle' or basically just saying do 'normal' romance without the sex bit. There were no guide to QPRs until we made them. There's no guide on how to build an ace community in real life and how to deal with any loneliness or isolation that comes from not having a local community. There's no guide on how to be a nonsexual being apart from 'just don't have sex/do sexual things' which apart from being backhanded as hell for those of us who didn't get a choice, it doesn't go beyond that. We have this unique form of nonsexuality and nothing is being done with it, apart from ignoring, erasing or blatantly attacking it. Where are all those "harmful stereotype" asexuals supposed to go? There's no one around to help but us.

I care more about supporting asexual people's nonsexual needs than proving asexuals fit into some type of sexual normalcy.

[sanguineterrain]

Your writing is so damn good, you execute every request perfectly 😭

Could you maybe write something where Dick's insecure partner wants to break up with him because their self-image is getting worse cause they feel they can't catch up to the Golden Boy reputation, superheroes, billionaires and so on?

hi, thanks for the request! I hope I did it justice :) a brief interlude from jaytodd before we return to our regularly scheduled program lol

dick grayson x gn!reader. low self esteem, an almost breakup, reader feeling insecure, threatened, sad. happy ending! 2.1k words

****

You've been tugging at your outfit for ten minutes. At this rate, you'll have to concede that this is as good as it's going to get.

"My love, you almost ready?"

You sigh and watch your reflection fold its arms.

"Yeah," you say softly. "'M ready."

The door opens. Your heart swoops.

Dick is beautiful, as usual. Your boyfriend can do a lot, including fill a suit. Both your and his outfits were tailor-made because that's one of the perks of being the son of a billionaire.

Over and over, you'd insisted you could wear off-the-rack, and over and over, Dick had said that was silly, that Bruce wouldn't mind.

And it's true that what you're wearing flatters you better than anything from Macy's or Marshall's would've. But you know it won't help tonight. Not in a room full of Gotham's elite.

"Just as I suspected," Dick says, immediately draping his arms over your hips. "You're gonna steal the show tonight."

He's lying.

That voice in your head has gotten louder recently, and you don't know how to turn it off.

You kiss him instead of responding. Dick enthusiastically reciprocates, always delighted when you touch him. You used to think it would be enough.

But ever since you found out that not only are you dating a billionaire philanthropist with a face that makes angels weep, but that said guy is also arguably the most beloved hero in Gotham, maybe second only to the Batman (who's his freaking dad?!), you've begun to have doubts.

You pull back. Dick's tie perfectly sets off his eyes. They're bright as they look at you.

"Everything okay?" he asks, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

"Uh-huh," you say, trying to smile. "Just nervous."

“Hey, it's alright. I'll be by your side all night. I'll save you from any and all small talk, promise." He winks. "And we can duck out early, get hot chocolate from that place you like. They won't care."

Dick's always doing that. Always catering to you. You're just some nobody who happened to stumble into the best relationship you’ve ever had with a golden god.

Dick never reminds you of that. That he could do better. He doesn't have to—you know it all on your own.

You swallow. “Okay. If you're sure. I... I would like to leave early, Gray."

“‘Course, baby,” Dick says, attaching his cuff links. "Anything you want."

You turn back to the mirror, wondering if you can reinvent your personality before you go and remind everyone what a mistake Dick Grayson has made in choosing you. 

****

The party is tasteful, though a little stuffy. You're only here because Dick is going to give a speech, and he asked you to come support him. And while you know it's better for him to go without you so you won't dull his shine, it seems Dick hasn't quite figured that out.  

You hold onto Dick’s arm as he makes his usual rounds. Dick doesn't enjoy these events, you know that, but he's fluid in his interactions. There is no doubt he’s Bruce Wayne’s prodigy. With his suit, his hair, his easy posture, Dick is almost unrecognizable from when you woke up with him this morning. 

He's in his element. All you can do is peer in and watch. 

Dick leans in and slips a hand around your waist after the fourth interaction with a donor. A donor who, again, acted like Dick may as well have been dragging around a coat rack with how intently they ignored you. Not that you give a shit about what the one percent have to say about you, except sometimes they say a lot of mean things, things you're pretty sure they don't let Dick overhear, and sometimes you start wondering if Dick is the only person who can't see truth in what they say, and sometimes—

“Hey.” Dick leans in to talk in your ear. He's warm and solid. You wish that was a comfort. “You okay?”

You're exhausted. 

“Uh-hmm.”

He is going to wake up one of these days and realize he can have it so much better. 

Dick moves like he's about to say more, pull you closer and permeate your senses with his gold.

“Dickie!” 

Sweet, tinkling laughter echoes across the room. The crowd parts for this new woman, an obvious socialite, dressed to the nines and gorgeous. 

Her dress matches Dick's tie. You feel sick.

When she reaches you two, she wastes no time grabbing Dick and kissing his cheek. He extricates himself from her, like he's done a million times before with everyone else who thinks they're entitled to a piece of Dick Grayson. He shoots you an apologetic look. You look away.

“My God, it’s been what, ten years?” she says. Then she sees you. “Oh! Where are my manners? I’m Caroline Banesbury, Duchess of Middlesworth. I heard the Dickie Grayson was going to be here, and I had to come.”

“Been a while,” Dick says, smiling blandly. “How are you, Caroline?”

“Spectacular! Father just bought another castle. You should come and see it sometime.” She plucks a flute of champagne off of a passing tray and smiles behind the rim of the glass. 

“Dick and I go way back,” she says, gaze roving over him. “I hear you're transforming Blüdhaven. Taking a page out of Bruce's book, hm? You always had a big heart, Dickie.” 

She grabs his arm and links it with hers. You sigh and take a sip of your own drink. You half-wish Poison Ivy would come in and gas the room or something.

Dick clears his throat and maneuvers out of her grip once more, letting go of her with a light pat. He returns to you, snugly holding your shoulders.

"This is my partner," he says about you.

Caroline hums, looking over you. "I see. Pleasure."

You nod. She turns back to Dick.

“If I can be of any help to your project, you let me know,” she adds, glancing down at where her empty arm now hangs at her side. “Anything.” 

“That's generous of you, Carrie.” 

Dick and I go way back.

Oh. Right. You're stupid. They've dated. 

“We should have dinner,” she continues. “Catch up. I'm dying to know what Gotham's darling has been up to.”

“I feel sick,” you announce. 

Dick and Caroline turn to you. Caroline looks perplexed, like you've just said you like to chew concrete. 

“Oh, I'm sorry to hear that,” she says, hardly sparing you a glance. "Perhaps you ought to lie down."

You feel Dick's eyes on you. If you don't leave soon, he'll know you're lying. Possibly the worst part about dating Batman's protégé.

Suddenly, leaving this hall is the most important thing you've ever had to do. You feel like you'll die if you don't.

Your feet start moving.

"Baby—"

Anyway, this is Caroline's chance. She can swoop in with her trust fund and while you think Dick can do way better than her—he can always do better—anyone is better than you. For Dick Grayson, who has been a master acrobat since he was a child, son of Batman, leader of the Titans, indubitably intelligent, capable, beautiful, the best goddamn guy you'll ever know—

You've lost your way. You're out of the gala, away from duchesses and doom. And you meant to get your coat but this hall that Bruce rented is enormous. You've no idea where you are. But you're alone.

Bruce must've known too, how unfit you are for his son. And why wouldn't he tell Dick? Unless Dick ignored him, because Dick, for all his smarts, is stupidly in love with you, thinks you're where he should put his heart, is certain you won't fumble and drop it.

Warm, callused fingers catch your wrist and you remember, suddenly, Dick telling you once, after you'd nearly stumbled into the street, that he'd never let you fall.

You meet his eyes. Why does he look at you like that? Who gave him the right to look at you like-like you—as if you could ever deserve—

"Hey," he says, squeezes your hand. "Hey, hey. What's going on?"

Dick Grayson is not a trusting man but he trusts you and good God, you're about to break him.

"I need to break up with you," you blurt.

"What?" he breathes. "What—why would you say that?"

You wish he'd give you the slip he gave everyone in that room, gently separate your arm from his hand. You never learned how to evade Dick's touch.

"Because it's true. Dick, please understand—"

"No, I'm trying to understand. Because yesterday—no, tonight, you were fine—"

"No, Dick, I wasn't fine! I haven't been fine in months!"

You wrench your arm away. He looks like you slapped him.

"You know anybody I talk to in there means nothing, right? You know that, honey." He's pleading.

You curl your fist into your eye. "It's more than that, Gray."

"Then tell me what the problem is," he says desperately. "Tell me and we'll fix it. I promise we can fix it."

"You can't!" you say, voice cracking. "You can't fix me."

Dick shakes his head. "I don't—"

"Why can't you let me break up with you with a little bit of dignity?" you ask. "Do you have to be better at this too?"

"I don't want to break up," he says, tugging at a handful of his hair. "This doesn't make sense. We're happy. You're happy, aren't you? Don't I make you happy?"

"Of course," you choke out. "Of course you make me happy. But you don't see I'm bad for you. You're wonderful and perfect and golden, Dick. And I'm a stain. I need to be scrubbed away."

"Wh—that's not true!"

"Everywhere we go, people see me with you and are immediately confused. I'm not a superhero, I'm not royalty, I'm not a socialite, and yet somehow I've managed to snag Gotham's darling. This is a mistake. I'm trying to do you a favor and wake you up!"

Dick's face is hard with anger. How could you have thought this would be easy?

"I don't need to be woken up! What is it that makes you think I have no agency over the people I choose to spend time with? Everyone I meet thinks they're entitled to touch me, demand me. Everyone but you. You, the person I chose to love, who I love everyday. Do you think you pulled the wool over my eyes and you're snapping me out of it? Is that what you really think?"

And isn't this the most puzzling thing? That he's not sad or gently accepting; Dick is mad.

"I just—" He runs a hand through his hair. "I don't mean to yell, but really, I can't bear it if you see me as some god on a pedestal, unattainable and inhuman, like everyone else sees me. I love you on purpose."

"You're so accomplished, though," you say weakly. "You're..." You wave your hand over him. "You're fucking Nightwing, D. You were Robin, you have superheroes for friends, Batman for a parent, you're beloved by, like, all of Jersey—"

"My love, you know those are just parts of me. You see all of me. You know me. And that's not a one-way privilege, okay? I'm so damn lucky to know you, to love you, to be with you, to fight with you. To fight for you. Knowing you isn't something I take for granted."

"But I'm boring," you say, tears spilling over. "Jesus Christ, Dick, I'm plain and untalented, barely a dime to my name, so painfully ordinary that—"

"Listen to me," he says, taking your face in his hands. "Flying around or shooting lasers out of your eyes, sure, it's cool, and it's helpful for taking down an alien dictator. But I don't need you to do any of that, honey. I don't need nor want you to be anyone but you. I wasn't tricked or swindled into loving you. We caught each other halfway, just like we were meant to."

You let him pull you into his arms, let him press your tear stains to his silk pocket square, let his hair fall around you.

His embrace is solid, firm, but when he inhales, his shoulders shake.

"Do you—" He swallows, throat against yours. "Do you still want to break up?"

His heart beats against your cheek.

"I'm just afraid you'll get tired of me," you whisper. "Bored. Annoyed."

"I won't," he whispers. "You're the least boring person ever. It's never boring to be loved."

You squeeze your eyes shut. Dick's warmth encloses you.

"No, I don't want to break up. I'm sorry."

He holds you tighter, and you realize you never had to match Dick's tie. Not when you've got his heart.

[avelera]

(Meta) The Tragedy of Working for "The Family Business" in Arcane

I recently wrote some meta about how one contributor to Jayce's suicide attempt in Arcane 1.02 was the realization that his only obvious path forward in life after his humiliating trial and expulsion from the Academy was to go into the family business of the Talis hammer factory, and how he chose death over that because such a life would represent a spiritual death of the soul for him, a fate literally worse than death.

That got me thinking about how we have several characters in Arcane who are fighting against working for "the family business" that is, living up to the expectations and desires of their parents. My immediate temptation is to say that Arcane takes the pretty firm stance that it's better to pursue your own dreams but then I stopped myself because no, it's much more nuanced than that.

I'm exploring this as someone whose family also has a family business that I didn't join, who had dreams of artistic pursuits that my family actively discouraged, so this is a very personal topic for me that I feel I can lend some insight to.

Whether or not it's the right thing to "join the family business" and live up to the expectations of the older generation is an active and complex dialogue that goes on within Arcane.

So let's go through the characters and how they reflect on this theme:

Jayce Talis: Just because he's top of mind for me. I believe it's heavily implied that Jayce's dream was to pursue magic and Hextech. Losing access to Hextech and having no choice but to join the family business was a fate worse than death for him, he actively chose suicide instead. And I believe we have hints that Ximena and his late father wanted that for him (see the childhood picture of Jayce and his father, with Jayce proudly holding up the hammer is father almost certainly helped him forge).

But we have some nuance to the discussion of "Was it the right thing?" for him to go into Hextech instead, since it's basically a curse that brought ruin and near-destruction to the world. That said, when Hextech succeeded, all the voices that wanted Jayce to join the family business were silenced and all supported Hextech enthusiastically, including his mother. So while their encouragement of him joining the family business instead of working on his dream might have averted many tragedies, it's not why anyone except Heimerdinger wanted him to do it.

Caitlyn Kiramman: This isn't subtext, this is text. Caitlyn wanted to be a detective, her mother wanted her to be a politician and is clearly uncomfortable even as far back as the shooting competition that Caitlyn wins that her daughter is so adept at shooting instead of diplomacy.

Caitlyn's dictator arc is even directly tied to the creators as a phase of her trying to live up to what her mother would have wanted (including dating nice "girl next door" Maddie instead of undercity dweller and ex-con Vi that both her parents seemed to actively dislike). Caitlyn while mourning her mother keenly feels all the disagreements they once had over her choices in life, and falls to her lowest point spiritually, morally, emotionally, etc. when trying to live up to her image of what her mother wanted for her.

Vi coming back into her life literally gives her the courage to break away from this horrible place where she's found herself, becoming this person she doesn't want to be. Because it's all well and good to say everyone should forge their own path, but it's almost impossible to do without someone who also believes in you and the version of you that you want to be.

Mel Medarda: Insofar as Mel is a tragic tale, which I believe she is, her tragedy is as a child of privilege who never breaks away to pursue her own dreams. I think the tragedies of privilege often, understandably, get overlooked in discussions of fiction but Mel plays out that tragedy writ large. And I don't just mean this from the perspective of the "poor little rich girl" I mean being from privilege can become its own cage. It can dampen ambition, lock one into self-doubt that you can make it on your own without the benefits that privilege gave, it can lead to incredible self-doubt and constant self-measuring against the previous generation because of what they left for you to inherit and to live up to.

Mel is not happy when she returns to Noxus as the new Head of House Medarda. She got everything she wanted in S1, to be recognized by her family and to ascend as a Medarda after her banishment, and nothing she needed. What could Mel have accomplished if she wasn't trying to be a Medarda, or now with or without the magic her mother literally instilled in her veins as a birthright? She may never know. Mel could have been an artist, a spy, an inventor, a diplomat, she showed incredibly aptitude at all these skills but in the end, she just works for the family business.

But Mel doesn't have anyone, not Jayce, not Elora, not her family, to believe in her vision for herself at the end. Instead, she has become the family business.

Jinx: Jinx in S1 is constantly hemmed in and restricted by Silco's desire for her to take over the family business, to help build his weapons, to help him create Zaun. Stupid joke that it is, Sevika confronts her with the fact that she could assume the family business of raising Zaun from the ashes in S2, exactly as Silco wanted. It's one of the more complex instances of "Would it be better if she did, or if she didn't?"

I think the show comes down on, no, it's better for Jinx to go off an live her own life. Sevika, for whom this isn't the family business, is the better steward of Zaun's future going forward. She did the work. She's done the thinking. She's stood by the cause through thick and thin. She believes in it. It's Sevika who should be on the Council.

It's also interesting to contrast Jinx with alternate universe Powder, who also feels trapped by family expectations. Who is constantly reminded she could be doing more. Ironically, that Powder seems to want to join the family business and live behind the bar, but it is clear that it's stifling her true potential, and her loving fathers Vander and Silco in a happier world try to point that out to her.

But it takes Ekko from the main universe believing in her for her to begin to forge her own path.

Viktor: Viktor has no family business to live up to. At most, we have a bit of word of god meta that his parents helped smuggle him into the Academy when they recognize his potential. We have a little bit of Singed/Dr. Revek as a father figure which could represent a family business and if so, it's a tragedy for Viktor when he gives in and decides to "join the family business" and go along with Singed's view of the world.

That said, Viktor's lack of connections, patronage, or family is what helps him inspire Jayce and save his life. Viktor's lack of family business to join is why he had to forge his own path. He points this out to Jayce, who is clearly inspired while at his lowest point. Jayce realizes as a result of this conversation that others have done more than him with less, that his life isn't over because he lost his privileges. That all he really needs is himself or, rather, himself and just one person who believes in him. It's no understatement to say that from that point on, Jayce has given this new life, this like Viktor gave back to him, to Viktor and their shared dream. Viktor is all the family he needs now.

And, likewise, Jayce is the vote of confidence that Viktor needs to break free of his own tragic spiral, one encouraged and egged on by Singed and his expectations. It takes Jayce believing in the better version of Viktor to pull him back to become the person he wanted to be again, in a time paradox loop that is still making me insane.

TL;DR So really, if I must say that Arcane has a thesis, it's that you're better of pursuing your own path but it's difficult, nearly impossible to do, without at least one other person who believes in you.

[bootsukki]

"AITA for asking my girlfriend to be quieter during a practice match?"

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So, I (18M) play volleyball on my university team, and recently, my girlfriend (18F) came to watch one of our practices matches during summer break. She is super supportive and enthusiastic, which I really appreciate, but it is… a lot sometimes. I understand that official matches are full of cheering but it makes me feel weird whenever she cheers for me at practice matches. No one has ever cheered for me, only her and my brother. I don’t know if telling her to maybe be a bit quieter would make me an asshole. Don’t get me wrong, I love that she supports me, but I’m not a big fan of public displays of affection.

AITA for asking her to be quieter during a practice match?

The bright overhead lights gleamed off the polished gym floor, casting sharp reflections as the volleyball bounced rhythmically across the court. Although it was a practice match between old friends and other people from university during the hot summer break, the gym was packed with people interested in watching the players.

The squeaks of sneakers and the crisp thwack of the ball being spiked filled the air alongside the cheers and murmuring of people. Tsukishima stood near the net, focused but undeniable distracted by the cute little cheerleader he had on the bleachers. His sharp, golden eyes flickered towards the bleachers, where his girlfriend (Y/N) sat, proudly holding a large homemade sign she made at his apartment that read “Go Tsukki!” filled with bright colored and hearts adorning the edges. Next to her, some of her classmates looked at her, smiling and giggling at her chants.

Decked out in his old number 3 Karasuno jersey (he still didn’t have a spare one from university to give her), (Y/N) was the loudest of all the people and her enthusiastic cheering drew the attention of almost everyone, including Kuroo and Bokuto, who came to play with Tsukishima after not seeing each other for months.

Tsukishima felt a growing warmth creep into his cheeks, despite the cold, calm expression he tried to maintain. He was not one for PDA, he was okay with a bit of hand holding and a quick kiss if people weren't around, but he didn’t like this kind of attention.

"Looks like Tsukki’s got himself a superfan," Bokuto said with a wide grin as he jogged past, loud enough for half the team to hear.

Kuroo, who was standing by the sidelines watching the match, smirked in amusement. "How adorable. His personal cheerleader." Tsukishima clicked his tongue in irritation, his gaze darting away from the bleachers, trying to focus back on the match.

"Shut up," he muttered under his breath, though the growing smirk on Kuroo’s face told him it was already too late to avoid the teasing. He knew that they weren’t saying it to anger him, but he still felt a bit annoyed at their comments.

Tsukishima adjusted his glasses as if it would help hide the faint blush creeping up his neck. His eyes couldn’t help but drift back to (Y/N) every so often, her cheers as loud as ever and she, noticing he was looking at her, sent him a wink his way which didn't help his focus at all.

After what felt like an eternity of enduring Kuroo’s teasing, the match finally came to an end. The whistle blew, and everyone began packing up, sweat still clinging to their skin from the hard work.

Tsukishima wasted no time walking over to (Y/N), who had hopped down from the bleachers, her sign still tucked under one arm.

"Tsukki!" (Y/N) greeted him brightly, "You were amazing out there!"

"Baby… Can you…?” Tsukishima muttered. "I love you but hearing you cheer that loud on a practice match and wearing my old jersey distracts me.”

(Y/N)’s smile widened for a moment. "Oh… Do I make you nervous, pretty boy?”

Before Tsukishima could reply, face completely red at the nickname, Kuroo and Bokuto strolled over, grinning like cats that had found the best toy to play with.

"Hey, hey, hey! When are you going to cheer like that for me, (Y/N)?” Bokuto chimed in, eyes gleaming. "So cute!"

"Look at that blush, Bokuto," Kuroo added with wonder, patting Tsukishima’s back. “We should get him a fan club at this rate."

Tsukishima glared at the two, cheeks flushing deeper as he pushed up his glasses. "I don’t need more cheerleaders. Can’t you two go bother someone else?“

"Oh no, this is too good," Kuroo laughed. "You are lucky, man! I think I’m a little jealous, honestly."

"Me too!" Bokuto added dramatically, throwing his hands up. "Where’s my cheering section? I need a sign like that. Maybe with lightning bolts around my name."

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, putting an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder, not enjoying that comment Bokuto made about her cheering for him. "You're just jealous because no one’s out there cheering for you."

Kuroo and Bokuto paused, mock horror flashing across their faces. "Ouch," Kuroo groaned, clutching his chest in fake pain. "Harsh, Tsukki."

"Too real, man," Bokuto whined, throwing his arm around Kuroo’s shoulders in exaggerated sorrow. "Guess we’ll just have to cry ourselves to sleep tonight."

(Y/N) giggled beside Tsukishima, trying to stifle their laughter at the playful banter. Seeing (Y/N) laugh made Tsukishima’s heart feel lighter, knowing she was not hurt by his comment about her cheering being distracting.

Kuroo noticed the subtle change and nudged Bokuto. "Looks like he’s got something we don’t, eh, Bokuto?"

"Totally," Bokuto sighed dramatically. "True love."

Tsukishima groaned, glaring at both of them. "Alright, that’s enough."

As Kuroo and Bokuto strolled away, still chuckling, Tsukishima turned back to (Y/N). The teasing may have embarrassed him, but standing here, looking at her with that bright smile, he found himself feeling something else too. He cleared his throat, still uncomfortable with expressing these things out loud, even after a year of dating.

"Thanks… for coming today," he said quietly, his voice just loud enough for them to hear. "I mean, I love when you cheer for me but… Makes me feel weird in public. I appreciate everything you do for me and I love when you are here. Just…”

(Y/N) smiled warmly, eyes softening at his rare moment of honesty. "I get it and don’t worry. I’ll chill, especially in practice matches but I can’t make promises when it comes to real matches. And of course, I will never forget the fact that you said that I distract you from practice.”

“I can deal with that.” Tsukishima smiled, glancing around. Taking a deep breath, he quickly leaned in, brushing two light kisses against (Y/N)’s lips. He pulled back, pink flush spreading against his cheeks.

(Y/N) blinked in surprise, then smiled even brighter, hugging him for just a few seconds. “You stink.”

“Guess we should shower.”

“We?”

(Y/N) laughed as Tsukishima nodded. As they finally headed out of the gym, he glanced down at her once away. Maybe he could handle a little teasing from his teammates if it meant seeing her this happy. Just a little.

[changingplumbob]

Day nine - Connor group part 1/2

@corrienteallita, @eljeebee, @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants, @hashimasims, @jonquilyst, @riverofjazzsims

Another day begins in the villa. Whether contestants began the day with a thoughtful shower, brisk shower, or flirty shower was randomised. As was whether or not they would brush their teeth (getting the corresponding confident moodlet). Room order was also randomised as the distance from the dining room would affect how long contestants had to talk to each other and Deanna before the challenge. Autonomy was set to full meaning after breakfast it was up to contestants to socialise or not (room doors were locked to prevent excessive computer usage).

Dee and Berenice were the first to arrive for breakfast followed by Deanna and Isabella. Everyone seemed to have woken up in a good mood today, and all of them accepted Deanna's compliments. Following eating Isla, Dee and Kaye stayed at the table to talk to Deanna. Isabella went to try calm herself down after a cringe joke from Nyami, who joined Berenice in the hall to probably plot something mischievous.

Devin: Welcome Connor group. Today's challenge has been chosen by Deanna. My little sister loves bowling, though her friends don't always enjoy going with her. You're being split in to teams of three. The winner of each lane will join Deanna this afternoon on a duo date

After contestants give their starting comments to camera they are sorted in to groups. Groups were randomly assigned with the first person in each team inviting the others to bowl.

Team 1: Nyami, Isla, Dee

Team 2: Kaye, Isabella, Berenice

Nyami (voiceover): *nervous chuckles* yeah I'm a... I'm not good at playing sports... or being watched playing sports... and bowling is sports...

I wish I could say her nervousness was misplaced but it seems like Nyami really does know herself best. She started off with a gutterball and that tragic clown must have thrown her off. She didn't have any bowl that knocked down more than half the pins.

Kaye (voiceover): Bowling! I love bowling! I totally got this!

Kaye was one of the most enthusiastic contestants, her adventurous streak carrying over to the game. Her confidence gave her a strong start with a strike, but would she be able to continue to dominate the lane?

Isla (voiceover): Oooh, bowling? I haven't bowled all that much before, so I hope I do okay.

Isla seemed apprehensive to start the challenge, but Dee and Nyami proved to be good teammates, giving her plenty of encouragement. While she started off small she soon got in the grove gaining a strike amidst other good scores.

Isabella (voiceover): I've never tried bowling, but this could be fun

Belle may have initially thrown a hand oh her chest at discovering what the challenge is but she kept smiling. Despite never trying the activity before she soon figured out her own techniques, getting good scores including a strike.

Dee (voiceover): Alright, I'm up for the challenge! Do we get to choose our balls?

Alas we only had black bowling balls on site today. Initially that didn't stop Dee as she had a strong start with a strike. As time passed and she cheered on her team some of Nyami's bad luck seemed to rub off on her. Dee ended her run with a gutterball.

Berenice (voiceover): UGH. *pauses, then looks around* I mean, sorry. That was rude. I don't like trying new things in front of people?

Berenice may be socially awkward and cringe but you know what? Bowling balls don't have to make conversation. Despite some initial fumbles it became clear that Berenice wasn't called an overachiever for no reason. Despite no strikes she finished with a good score.

Deanna (voiceover): While there were mixed reactions to the challenge I enjoyed that everyone seemed to genuinely try their best. Plus there was a supportive atmosphere among the contestants which was awesome to see

Bowl after bowl was rolled until there was hardly a pin left standing. The points were tallied by the game and the winning sims were:

Isla & Isabella

Reactions and duo date tomorrow.

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An Old friend.

Synopsis: After not seeing Abby for nearly 5 years, she suddenly comes back into your life like it was nothing.

Men DNI, Mature readers only, reposts are especially welcomed!, Not proof read lol

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The notification on your phone was just another blip in the background of your busy life. Work, deadlines, and the relentless march of time had pushed a lot of things into the recesses of your memory — including Abby Anderson.

The relentless flow of people outside in the streets and sidewalks caught your eye as you watched from above in your little cubical. . Lost in your thoughts, you were startled by another notification, this time from a friend, Ellie Williams.

You had met Ellie back in middle school, both of you were little nerds obsessed with savage starlight and music so you two instantly clicked.

"Wanna grab drinks after work? It'll be fun, pus it's a small break from work for you."

of course.

"Idk. . Who else is going? You bringing your 3rd girlfriend of the month with or something?"

"haha Y/N. Just us tonight, maybe we can find you a little girlfriend.."

"Ellie be so fr rn."

"ok ok. but just saying, If there's a hot lesbian there, I'm giving her your number."

"I swear to god.."

The post-Abby relationship had proven to be more challenging than you initially thought. Since the breakup and her abrupt move away, you hadn't gone into any other serious relationships. Sure, you engaged in casual conversations with a few people, but nothing seemed to progress beyond the talking stage.

Your friend Ellie was quite the opposite of you. Ellie is a party enthusiast, a self-proclaimed player, and a lesbian with unapologetic masculine energy. You never really understood how you two clicked.

Waiting for the clock at work to finally strike 5, signaling the end of the day, you finally get to go home. With a sigh, you scanned your closet, hoping to find something not so eye catching, you're just there for some drinks with Ellie. Plus.

You're probably going to be the one needing to carry her home later..

.

Throwing on a simple pair of jeans and a white T-shirt with a small work logo on it, you head out to the bar.

Ellie: "Y/N! Look at youuu! Finally out of the house.." Y/N:"Yeah yeahh.." Ellie:"Come- I already bought us a drink- then lets go dance."

You sighed, the corners of your lips turning up in a laugh as you joined Ellie.

.

Ellie: "So , Y/N. What's been happening in your mysterious world lately?"

Y/N: "Oh, you know, the usual. Work, school, a bit of Netflix.."

Ellie: "Of course.. So, anyone special in your life these days?"

Y/N: "Not really, just the usual talking stages. And you, Ellie? Still breaking hearts?"

Ellie: "Ah, you know me too well." .

The night had carried on, a blur of clinking glasses, casual conversations, and a soundtrack of questionable music.

Eventually, Ellie had to use the restroom, leaving you left by the drinks alone.

Feeling the effects of the drinks, you couldn't help but feel the buzz that had settled in. It had been a while since you let loose and allowed yourself to be carried away by the intoxicating combination of alcohol, and Ellie's horrible dad jokes.

As you searched through the crowd to find Ellie after noticing she disappeared that's when you heard it.

CLANK!

Before you could react you felt a rough hand grab yours and pull you up gently. Startled, you looked up to meet the gaze of the person who had inadvertently collided with you. Their eyes, filled with concern, met yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Why did she look so familiar..?

Suddenly snapping you out of your questioning they finally spoke.

"Are you okay?" they asked, their voice tinged with genuine worry.

Caught off guard you nodded, still processing the sudden turn of events. As you steadied yourself, you couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity that washed over you.

With a grateful smile, you huffed out a; "I'm fine, thank you. Just got a little lost in the crowd."

You then looked down at your shirt, it was stained red from the strawberry cocktail in her hands.

"Great.." you muttered under your breath, a mix of amusement and frustration.

"Let me buy you another drink to make up for it,"..

Caught in a moment of indecision, you looked up at the girl who had inadvertently stained your shirt.. Your thoughts shifted back to where you and Ellie had been seated for the night. You couldn't just leave Ellie, but the genuine offer of another drink lingered in the air, creating a little dilemma.

"Um, I appreciate the offer, really, but I'm actually here with a friend," you explained, trying to not seem rude.

The girl nodded understandingly, "No worries. I didn't mean to intrude on your night. If your friend is around, maybe we can all grab a drink together?"

You shrugged and nodded, why not?

She had noticed the stain worsening and quickly offered, "Could I at least help you wash that out? I'd hate to ruin your shirt completely..."

You looked down at the stain, and you couldn't deny it was pretty bad.

"Well, it's a unique fashion statement now, I guess,"

She laughed and gently took your hand. "Follow me."

You both went into the restrooms, you propped yourself on top of the sink. The girl then grabbed a Wad of paper towels and ran them under cold water to start blotting at your chest with them.

"Sorry again for the mess." she sighed and made eye contact with you, only to quickly look away.

Did she know something you didn't?..

.

Clearing your throat you looked down at her from the sink.

"It's really no worries.. It's an old shirt.."

"Still..You're all sticky now.."

"I think I've been through worse." You stifle a laugh and look away.

..

"So.. What's your name..?" She asked attempting to make small talk.

"Y/N."

"Right."

"Anyways..let me go buy you that drink."

"True."

You get off the counter and follow the girl back to the bar.

Eventually Ellie came back to her seat next to you.

"Oh? Y/N..Who's this? hmmmm?" She couldn't help but tease you.

"Oh please.. it's just a friend.."

"Right..Wait..what happened to your shirt?? I swear to god whoever did that to you I'll kick their ass-"

"It's okay.." You laughed and calmed Ellie's nerves.

"Accidents happen."

You look to the girl and laugh quietly. God you needed to go home.

..

"You seem on edge." Ellie called out as you two walked back to your apartment.

"Just..buzzed." You lied right to her. goodness.

"I know that's not all y/n."

"That girl was just.. really familiar. Did she seem that way to you too..?"

"Nope. You're just overthinking again."

"probably."

..

You made your way back to your apartment, eager to shed the stained shirt and uncomfortable jeans. As you undressed, something caught your attention in your pocket — a note with someone's number on it?

great.

Starting up a warm bath you add some bubbles and light a candle, you'll worry about the note later. You took off your bra and got into the bath tub scrolling on your phone to then look at the note sitting on your sink.

Fuck it.

"Hey, This the girl from the bar?" You wrote the text, you questioned if you even really wanted a reply.

Ping!

"hah! Yeah, it's me. wyd? :)"

"Taking a bath :p"

"Cute. Proof my love?"

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ok Ik this sucks but maybe I'll make a part 2..if that's something you guy's would like idk!! :)

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white mustang - part 1: jj maybank x pogue!reader

pairing: jj maybank x pogue!reader

read part 2 here!

inspired by lana del rey's song, "white mustang" ♡

summary: when you're restarting life in the obx, you meet jj maybank who quickly befriends you and desperately needs you as a tutor in a class you share. you gradually discover he has deeper intentions.

word count: approx. 2,500 words!

author's note: hi everyone!! this is my very first piece of writing here :) pls feel free to give me constructive criticism and i hope you enjoy the soon-to-be series!

p.s. later chapters will include smut!!

warning: cursing, mentions of drugs, slight reference to abuse, mostly fluff!

"how are you feeling here in north carolina so far?" your guidance counselor asked you. you were sitting in a small room, hearing the subtle rumbles of the ac above your counselor.

"so far, so good. my grandparents have lived here forever so i would visit a lot when i was younger and it's great to be back with them."

for your entire life, you lived in a suburb in sunny california with both your parents. you loved going to the beaches and spending time around the pier as well as appreciating the surrounding nature.

both your parents came from the cut and worked extremely hard to make a better life for themselves and for each other. they saved up enough money, got offers for better jobs, and relocated to california where they would intend to spend the rest of their lives.

when high school approached, your grandparents, who had always supported you from day one, offered you stay with them and go to kildare county high school. you took this as an opportunity to spend more time with them, given it was very occasional they came over to visit the family.

so here you were, sitting in this room with your new guidance counselor who would mentor you through this journey. the remainder of your conversation with her involved planning out the rest of your high school years and discussing the local opportunities.

it was then time to head to your fourth period, where you listened attentively and took meticulous notes throughout the entire class and luckily already had prior knowledge and believed in yourself to be able to pass the semester easily.

near the end of class, your teacher handed everyone your double-sided worksheets that were due next class and being studious, you immediately began and tried to finish what you could in the remaining class time.

"oh my god, you're actually doing it right now?" you felt your heart start to race as you jumped back in your seat and accidentally drew a line towards the edge of your worksheet, putting down your pencil next.

you turned your head up to see a tall blonde with the most captivating blue eyes you've ever seen looking down at you with a face of curiosity.

"well...if there's time, i like to finish what i can. then i can do whatever i want for the rest of the day, you know?"

he immediately sat down in the empty chair next to you and you felt taken a back that he seemingly wanted to have a conversation with you.

"i doubt this is the same for you but i just ask my good ole' friend, pope. his smartass is ahead of me in all classes."

you both chuckled together and for a quick second, you were worried as you had absolutely no idea what to say next. luckily for you, he enthusiastically was taking the initiative here.

he brought his hand out to you, signaling for a hand shake, and said, "i'm jj also, and you are?"

before you responded, you brought your hand out to shake his and felt the cold metal of his ringed fingers interacting with yours. "i'm y/n, it's nice to meet you."

"you said you would have time to do whatever if you completed it now, or at least try to complete most of it. so what is it that you want to do exactly?"

you immediately responded without any prior thought, "well, i usually watch shows and i enjoy paying attention during it so...." you continued to rant about what you enjoyed to do at home as well as why. since you were so caught up in this rant of yours, you paid no attention to the obvious happiness beaming from the blonde sitting next to you, chuckling every now and then at what you would say, and staring intently at you through the longer strands of his hair falling in front of his face.

"bye jj!" you smiled softly and waved a goodbye at him as you were holding your notebook and walked out the door to eat your lunch. he reciprocated this to you as he ran his fingers through his hair before standing firmly upright and saluting to you while saying in a authoritarian-like tone, "goodbye y/n. i will see you later."

this became a routine of yours for a few months. every other weekday, you and jj would sit next to each other in class, mostly sharing about each other and occasionally you would share your notes with him during class. and for you, jj was basically your only friend here.

"ok so if you had to pick: being stranded in the water for a week or......" he began to use both his hands to do a drumroll on his thighs. "in the dark forest, absolutely middle of nowhere, for a week??" he looked at you with a face of seriousness and patiently awaited your response.

all you did was burst into laughter as the conversation prior had absolutely nothing to do with his abrupt question. he began to laugh with you and asked, "what's so funny? this is a serious question!" and you continued to laugh at his willingness to continue and tried to calm yourself to give him a proper response.

"well," you chuckled in between. "i suppose i would have to pick-"

"jj and y/n!" you both leaped back in your chairs to look up to a seemingly angry teacher. "both of you need to pay more attention. we have an exam this upcoming week!" your teacher immediately turned around and went back to the front, and proceeded with teaching his lesson.

you sighed to yourself, feeling a small surge of frustration in that moment. you had already learned the material and aced the class back home. all of what your teacher was saying was basically review for you.

"i'm sorry sir!" your teacher slightly turned his head to a jj throwing up both his thumbs up and having the biggest smile on his face to lighten the mood. your teacher rolls his eyes and goes back to his lecture and the board behind him.

"hey...you told me you already learned this, right?" he still proceeded to whisper to you and leaned in closer.

"yes, i did back home."

"so....i'm just spitballing here, but would you be interested in tutoring me?"

your eyes widened and you immediately transferred your attention to the man sitting next to you and you turned your head fully to face him.

"really?"

"really. i need serious help and you're like by far the smartest person i know. if you ever meet my friend, pope heyward, do NOT tell him i told you that." as he emphasized that word, you quietly began to think to yourself about this and collected your thoughts on these past few months of having a class with him.

you had to admit to yourself that you had a small crush on him. after all, he had the courage and confidence to start that conversation with you and since then, had talked to you every class, gradually getting to know you and taking the time to ask questions about yourself.

not only did he put effort into the friendship, but he was also a relaxed and fun person to be around. you noticed how he paid particular attention to what you would do and would notice if you seemed to be doing research on local areas to visit and give you even better suggestions.

so you had to collect your thoughts about being his tutor. to you, this meant you could spend more time with him, maybe get to know him more.

"you know what, why not?"

you immediately began heading out those doors when the bell rang after school and plugged in your headphones to begin your stroll home. you had finished all your work in the remainder times of your classes, and this meant absolutely all the time to yourself today after school.

then, while your song was playing, felt a series of quick yet firm shoulder taps and immediately turned around to see what was going on. it was jj standing in front of you, hovering really.

"where you going?"

"home."

his facial expression immediately changed and had a look of confusion as he quickly looked around the area for a form of transportation of yours.

"wait, do you....walk home?"

"yes, it's a fifteen minute walk. cardio is goo-"

"y/n, that's great and all but i feel like doing that-.....i mean everyday? you need to rest sometimes."

you felt your cheeks blush right as he said that last sentence with a concerned tone.

"i promise, i'm so used to this."

"listen, if you want, i can give you a much quicker ride on my bike."

you felt a rush of nervousness approach you at that offer. you wanted to see what it was like and what would it be like with him, even though the trip probably was going to be ten minutes at most.

"sure." you quickly responded, looking down at your feet and began to to head around the school for his bike.

after a few minutes, you both had found it and he sat down first on his bike to quickly test the pedals. he patted the leather space behind him, signaling i should sit.

"don't worry, it's totally safe. just sit behind me and put your arms around me."

already, you had developed trust in jj maybank more than anyone else you'd met so far so of course, you felt safe and comfortable with him. you sat down on the bike seat right behind him and leaned against him gently, hesitantly wrapping your arms around his waist loosely. you suddenly felt the bike shake as jj started up the engine as he pressed the pedal off into the streets and you found yourself holding on tighter by the second.

a few minutes went by and all you could do was appreciate the vivid scenery that you would swiftly pass by. along with that, you felt the strong and fast gush of wind that was blowing through your hair. and of course, there was the man you were tightly holding onto that you were also subtly admiring.

the wind was also blowing through his blonde strands and as the wind blew, you would be hit when the scent of jj's hair, which smelled of weed and seawater. you also noticed how toned he really was as you were holding on, you felt his strong back muscles that you leaned against comfortably and noticed how big his biceps were as he gripped the bike handles. as you got lost in admiring every feature of him from the back, you hadn't noticed you were getting closer and closer to your house, where you came to a halting stop.

"there you go m'lady." jj briefly took a minute to adjust the bike in it's position and then got off the seat to help you. he held out his hands with a big smile on his face and you quickly put your hands in his, automatically noticing how much larger his hands were to you when he held you.

he helped you steady yourself as you stepped on the ground and carried your bag to the door for you. there, you were met with your grandparents opening the door, almost like they were waiting for you.

"good afternoon mr. and mrs. l/n! i'm just giving my friend here a ride." he said with a positive attitude and beaming expression to your grandparents.

"jj maybank...don't you be getting into anymore trouble now. head on home safely." your grandpa said, looking at jj with a serious expression and a firm stance in front of the door. trouble?

"of course mr. l/n, i'll be heading home now. you have my number y/n! we'll need to schedule that tutoring session soon!"

he nearly jumped off your porch and walked back to his bike to immediately take off, not before giving you his usual beaming smile and a soft goodbye wave.

"y/n, head inside. and please don't get more involved with maybank than that." well, you already found yourself with a fleeting crush. it was also there that you remembered jj wrote his number in your notebook during class today.

you placed your belongings down next to your desk and immediately settled down, changing into home clothes and briefly cleaning your room before you finally laid down in the coziness of your sheets.

you looked at the notebook paper for a few seconds, thinking about what could happen. you hesitantly wrote the number down on the dial pad and made a contact for him.

your thumbs hovered over the keyboard as you were thinking of the right first text message. hi, how are you? too abrupt. so what times and day are you available? too formal. this is y/n! doing too much.

after what felt like hours, but was only about fifteen minutes, pondering over your home screen, you finally decided on your first text.

y/n: hey jj, it’s y/n. how are u?

you decided on a subtle message, one where you would start small conversation and eventually schedule but had the ultimate goal of building a friendship first rather than keeping it professional from the start. 

immediately, you saw the three bubbles on the screen and began waiting for his response.

jj: hey y/n, i'm doing great here, hbu?

it was one message but you blushed at his response, especially as he was always eager to hear about you. this message and him asking a simple "how are you?" back meant the world.

you and him continued the conversation for a good thirty minutes, further getting to know each other and sharing stories.

jj: and bc john b made me laugh so hard, i felt soda spilling out of my nose and the fizz was PAINFULLL

y/n: OMG LMAO i can't even imagine

jj: u shouldn't bc u should NEVER feel what i felt that day.

before you even got the chance to send another response, jj immediately double texted.

jj: and hey, yk i absolutely do not wanna bring this up rn, but abt that tutoring sesion

jj: does tmrw after school work? and could we maybe do it at ur place?

while you immediately wanted to agree, you had a feeling your family was not gonna want jj maybank in the household, let alone your bedroom.

before you were about to spend hours thinking about how to arrange this, you quickly sent:

y/n: one sec, let me see

you remembered jj mentioned prior he was not really home for "personal reasons". other public places were probably going to lead to both of you guys doing anything but studying, so a quiet space that was comfortable seemed optimal.

not only that, but you really wanted to spend more time with jj after him riding you home. you wanted to be able to show him your house and pieces of memories that were around with you in them, like your your elementary school graduation and you surfing at ten years old. you also wanted to show him your bedroom, which even though you only stayed in for a few months, was already decorated completely by you. from large posters to vintage vinyls to the color scheme, all represented you.

you decided to agree after your whole thought process and your grandparents had a routine of going on dates throughout the week, enjoying their retirement. and luckily, tomorrow was one of those days.

y/n: that should work

jj: perfect, js meet me outside and we'll ride there tg

after all, it was only a tutoring session, right?

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Hey I love your headcanons and I was wondering if I could request J Todd, Aqualad and Wally west dating female reader who is a fashion designer??

DC Characters x FahionDesigner!Reader Headcanons

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Jason Todd

Jason isn't going to have a big reaction when you tell him about your interest in fashion, but this doesn't mean he doesn't like hearing about it. He's actually more supportive than you would expect and tries his best to listen and be helpful in any way that he can when he has the time.

If you ever show Jason your designs, he will be pretty vocal about what he thinks. He's comfortable enough around you to be brutally honest, so don't take anything he says as offensive, he's just being blunt.

Jason finds peace in watching you make things, no matter what it is or how long it takes you. There's a kind of peace he finds in seeing you settled and enjoying a hobby or interest, especially if you end up with a job which surrounds this.

Jason would mainly watch you when you're making clothes rather than actively joining in, and he will go out of his way to ask questions just to keep even a little bit of your attention fixated on him. He's going to be the one to walk behind you in the store to hold all of the fabric you're going to buy, and luckily he's big and strong enough to carry any amount you want.

Since you know Jason so well, you'd definitely have an idea of the type of things he likes to wear - including his outfit when he's Red Hood. He'll let you know the specifics of what he's looking for, and will happily wear your designs as a way to feel closer to you when he's away from you on patrol.

Aqualad

He's always going to be interested in any hobby you may have. He'll listen and even ask to see things that you've designed or made when you first mention what you do just to hear you talk about it more.

You're not going to get a huge reaction out of him, so don't expect anything explosive or loud, but you can see the way he enjoys your designs by the look on his face. Even if the two of you aren't in an established relationship yet, he'd be proud of anything you've gone out of your way to make.

He’s going to watch you constantly when you’re making or designing things, not necessarily as he’s trying to get in your way but just because he wants your company. He likes seeing you concentrate, and even if you’re too busy doing something else instead of giving him your attention he won’t mind.

He may not know what he’s doing at first, but he’s usually pretty quick to figure it out. Whether you need him to help hold fabrics, pin things out simply go out to get you more mediums to create designs he’s going to be more than happy to help out in any way he can to make things as easy as possible for you.

He wouldn’t just wear your designs, he would absolutely wear them as much as possible with pride. Even if they were the most simple of creations, he’d create quite a collection of just the things you make for him.

Wally West

Wally is going to be very enthusiastic about the fact that you make fashion designs. He may not know much about it, but he’s always supportive and excited about any interest of yours.

Any time he sees your designs he’s going to be looking at them with great detail. He may even spend quite a lot of time just looking through them casually just to see what you’re up to and to see what direction you like to take your designs.

All he can do is try and grab your attention, even if you’re constantly giving to him he’s still going to crave it. Because of this, he’ll hang around you while you make designs like a stroppy cat, pushing around your materials until you finally catch him.

He would try his best, but he probably wouldn’t be too helpful if you’re trying to get some serious designs out while he’s helping. It would be much easier for him to help if you turn it into something playful, more so just a way to spend time together.

If you were going to design something for him then he would probably ask for something a bit more extravagant for his suit just to make a show of it. He would also wear your simpler designs, but he likes to be a bit playful with things.

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in your compalints about the senna series post, you mentioned how his family is very meddling and controlling. what makes them this way, what have they done? i'm not that aware of the the significance of his family and what they may have said and done, in the past and now, cause i'm a newer fan. can you please explain?

heya Anon!

apologies I spent a while sitting on this, ive been so tired lmao and spent all yesterday on animal crossing in bed.

ANYWAY (I will say a TW here for underaged sex)

Yes it is true (i will include sources below) that Ayrton's family have been very meddling in Ayrton's life, and even now, after being dead for thirty years, they still try and exercise control over his media presence and the way he is shown to the world.

The most significant way they meddeled in his life was primarly though who he dated and his romantic life.

It began at 13 years old when Ayrton first had sex with a prostitute who was very much older than himself, he was pushed into it by his older family members, and even Ayrton himself said in a playboy interview that 13 was considered 'late' in his society to loose his virginity, and it was 'difficult at his age'.

Then, later in life Ayrton was 'encouraged' into multiple relationships, primaraly his one and only wife- a senna family friend, Lilian de Vasconcelos. Although it has never officially been reported as an arranged marriage, myself and other people believe so. I think the main giveaway was that Ayrton refused to marry her in a church, under God's witness. With Ayrton being the extreamley religious man that he was, I find it hard to believe he wouldn't have wanted God involved in such an important undertaking in his life. The marriage lasted 8 months and Ayrton always did his best to sweep it under the rug, saying in later interviews he was 'too young' and there wasn't 'much love between them'.

Ayrton's rather famous engagement with Adriane Yamin was much the same. Their fathers had been friends for many years, they both worked the factory buisness together. Adriane was often accompanied by her enthusiastic family chaperoning whenever her and Ayrton met. (let it be known that although I do believe ayrton was pushed into this relationship by his family, I still very much believe he also had alot of wrong doing on his part for allowing this to go on, and do not support him at all in it.)

Ayrton finally met adriane Galistou, whome he multiple times said was 'the love of his life' (prosenna aside- I do think he liked her alot because she put up with alot of his BS and was good for him). Ayrton's family very much did NOT like adriane, they recorded all his phonecalls with her, refused to interact with her, and also refused to invite her to his funeral, instead inviting Ayrton's ex from 3 years ago. (absolutley disgusting behaviour if you ask me). I think the way the senna family interacted with Adriane Galistou says alot about Ayrton's past relationships, they felt out of control and paniced that Ayrton was doing something off his own violition, and not their own ideals.

Even back in the 80's people rumoured about Ayrton's homosexuality. Many of his relationships seemed fake on the surface, and many believed that they were 'press' relationships, set up by the family to hide the truth. Most prominantly, Ayrton's friend, assistant and helicopter pilot Americo Jacoto Junior accompanied Ayrton wherever he went abroad until 1985, when Ayrton's father forced Ayrton to fire him as the rumours about their homosexual relationship got too strong.

Ayrtons family as I mentioned are also very very picky about his public image. They refuse to aknowledge many aspects of his life, such as his appuling behaviour towards others on track ect, and will sue any media that they believe does not portray the 'correct' image of Ayrton. Any media discussing Ayrton's homosexuality rumours (that have been ongoing since '85) will recieve a cease and dissist from the Senna family, and any media discussing Galistou's relationship with Ayrton recieves the same treatment. The senna family refuse to even say she exists, going as far as banning filmaker Asif Kapidia from using her in the Senna (2010) documentary, and also the upcoming senna series in Netflix. The biggest critiques of the senna (2010) documentary is how one sided it is, and what a poor job it did at giving a fair overview of the whole situation. Kapidia had ten hours worth of interview with Alain for instance, which he never even touched. Again, I believe this is due to the family. They gave over many hours of home movie footage to the filmakers in return for image control over Ayrton, and to this day it is the only documentary they have willingly helped and given their blessing to.

I dont know what it is that motivates their strange behaviour. An unwillingless to let go perhaps, grief is still very strong amongst them all, I dp believe that it can be hard to grieve when the whole world is watching but still- its not acceptable. Perhaps their religious beliefs also clouds their visions, they are scared about Ayrton's image being ruined and he can't be seen as anything other than 'saintly'. They are meddling and wrong.

If Ayrton was homosexual (which I am not sure if I believe- I do think he was bisexual), if he was planning to marry Galistou, ect, nothing can be done about it now. Ayrton is dead, and has been for thirty years, and I think their constant meddling in his image is sad. I think they should just leave it all be, and let him rest. Continue his filanthropy yes, continue his good work and his charity, but leave his personal life at least out of the public's eye, and move on.

(daft coming from me- I know.)

SOURCES:

https://f1i.com/news/367169-ten-years-on-prost-hits-back-at-fake-senna-film.html

http://www.v-brazil.com/culture/Brazilian-celebrities/ayrton-biography.html

https://forums.autosport.com/topic/108051-senna-interview-from-1990/

(I do have another source about Ayrton's arranged marriages but I am struggling to find it. Ill add it here once I have found it.)

If anyone has anything else to add here please do!! i may have made some mistakes! Please remember I am not a researcher I am just a girl with a hyperfocus special subject lmao

[eulogium-red]

i'd like to see more of the theme of "family" in overwatch. we see it a lot with ana & fareeha, ram & zen, brig/torb/rein/bastion, genji & hanzo. but those are the obvious ones between playable characters. the ones that are much more clearly written on the wall, even once-in-a-blue-moon players could pick up on. much else is hardly focused on despite how much family (or a lack thereof) has shaped many of the character's lives & identities for better or for worse

i don't like how martina & the unnamed reyes kid are only mentioned in passing, despite gabriel himself visiting often unannounced. clearly they were an important part of his life. clearly, family is an important part of his life — i'm very willing to wager that small passage about the death of his parents in declassified was written very intentionally. his complicated relationship with death, and how it was further affected by his own "death," & how he's now in some warped reversed position with his new family. but we don't get much more than a few voice lines about martina (is she even mentioned by name in-game orrr am i not remembering?)

i want to see how ashe manages the gang throughout the second omnic crisis. or perhaps we could see her mannerisms slightly change with bob. maybe instead of standing side-by-side with him as she is in the reunion cinematic, she puts herself more between him & potential unrealised threats. or maybe she subtly tries to nudge him under awnings whenever she spots ufos, weary they're housing subjugators — little things that are very intentional. maybe her demeanor tilts ever so slightly from confident but guarded, to guarded but confident.

i want to get a better picture of the role sam english played in fareeha's life just from playing the game, especially after ana's presumed death. i want to know more about their relationship other than the christmas dinner they had. i wonder how many players just assume fareeha's father died young, or assume the writers didn't care to write one at all? for a long time, i thought the former. i wonder what sam thinks of some of fareeha's closest friends — has he met cole & angela? what does he think of helix? we hardly even see fareeha's native heritage expressed other than the two skins off the top of my head

what about cassidy & echo? i know this is a more implied one, but cassidy was the first one to nurture her "childlike intelligence." even today, he guides her — he encouraged her to help winston&co at paris when he was still on the fence. one of the cutest things for me is her enthusiastically shouting "hello winston!" mid-battle, presumably not long after cassidy told her to say hi. she probably would've either way, but i also don't want to discredit the role cassidy has had on her development & i really do want to see more of them

or, speak of the devil, how winston views everyone at overwatch as family. how in watchpoint: gibraltar's 1st defense spawn, you can see the little beds he set up for lena and mei, how you can read an email as proof he got the blankets from a small kids blanket business. the way he keeps photos of the gang, years later. how vehemently protective he was of all their locations. i wish we could see it reciprocated a little more, i wish we could see individual sleeping areas for other heroes as the story progresses, or more items on his desk. & that's not even getting into hammond

& i don't think i can have a family post without mentioning dad 76 or how i desperately want to see benicio being the best supportive dad for lúcio more but honestly i'm getting pretty sleepy so either i'll add more later or someone can add more.

depending how you stretch the definition of family here, it can include other dynamics too. baptiste finding a new sense of belonging in the new overwatch, or mei braving the antarctic to not let her team's death go in vain & to help people who can still be helped — from jiayi and her team still on mars, to the people who now need her help on earth. i'd also argue hana's squad in korea. what are niran's siblings up to? are we gonna see more of efi & orisa? moreover, how are all these non-playable side character characters handling the invasion? i guess we got some texts between lena and emily

family is such a powerful motivator, but can also be really complicated, as seen with the amaris and shimadas + kiriko, i wish we got a similar amount of investment some other places too

a major theme of overwatch is moving towards the future, progressing in some way. & that looks different for everyone depending on their emotional readiness to do that, and what they view "progression" as. so it makes sense a lot of characters don't look back on those they lost along the way so much, at least not too openly (zarya comes to mind), but that's what can make their present relationships with others that much more worth preserving & seeing

probably an impossible ask of a game feeling the effects of layoffs that's primarily focused on pvp/bp/shop items but ykn

thank u for coming to my tedtalk

[dark-fics-4-you]

okay first off, i love you and your works so so much, seriously i wait for you to post new stuff😭 second off id loveee to see some dark rafe as a boyfriend headcanons; i know you'd do an incredible job<3

thank you so much for the kind words!! <33 love youuu 🥰

dark!bf!Rafe Cameron Headcanons

warnings: smut, coercion, dubcon, manipulation, location tracking, jealousy, violence, drinking and drug use, overstimulation

dark!bf!Rafe would spoil the everloving hell out of you at the start of your relationship. When you were with him, he refused to let you pay for anything "i just want to treat you like the princess you are, baby." This included food, clothes, lingerie, jewelry, and even a brand new iphone when you accidentally shattered the screen of your old one.

little did you know, your boyfriend had set up your phone before he gifted it to you, making sure that your location would be visible to him at all times, and that he would be able to see anything that you texted to anyone.

Rafe always wanted you to spend all of your free time with him. he would constantly show up at your house to pick you up for surprise dates, taking you out shopping or to an expensive restaurant of your choosing.

Anytime you questioned how he always knew that you were free when he came by, he always had an answer, accompanied by a sheepish grin, “i guess i just know you that well, y/n/n.”

Rafe hated the fact that you had guy friends, mood instantly souring anytime you mentioned wanting to hang out with them. It was hard enough for him to tolerate you hanging out with your girl friends, but Rafe felt especially protective of you around your male friends.

After seeing you talking with one of them at a party, much too enthusiastically for Rafe's taste, your boyfriend waited till he could talk to your friend alone before he threatened to break his nose if he ever saw him talking to you again.

The next day, when you sat on the couch gazing at the hurtful text from your friend that said he wanted nothing to do with you anymore, your boyfriend rubbed circles in your back as you cried into his chest, hiding the triumphant grin that tugged at the corner of his lips. "it'll be okay baby, I'm here to support you, and I'm not going anywhere."

You and Rafe didn’t get into arguments a lot, but when you did they were ugly screaming matches, baseless allegations of cheating berated at you as you sobbed, trying to calm your boyfriend down.

The arguments always ended the same way though. With you laying face down, ass in the air, head pushed into the pillow as your boyfriend took out his frustrations on you, not stopping until you had came around him five times

Afterwards, he held you in bed, kissing you tenderly and whispering into your skin, “i’m sorry y/n, you know how jealous i get, it’s only because i love you so much” and like the trusting, naive girl you were, you believed him wholeheartedly

Rafe was always super handsy in public, even if you voiced discomfort, never one to shy away from public sex as a way to tell every guy in the Outer Banks that you were his girl

Fingers wandering under your short skirts at house parties, a smack on your ass when you bent over at the golf course in front of his friends, fucking in his truck with the windows open before picking up weed and blow from Barry

You didn’t particularly like Rafe’s coke use, and had tried to bring it up to him many times, but he always knew what to say to turn the sympathy back towards him, “you know i’ve been having a hard time with my dad, princess. i feel like you and coke are the only thing that can calm me down. i just need it a little longer and then i’ll quit, i promise.”

Every party the two of you went to was an opportunity for him to show you off, and he had a habit of never letting you leave his side, arm firm around your waist, always stealing kisses and nipping at your neck to remind everyone who you belonged to, glaring at any guy who looked at you funny.

Rafe would pour you drink after drink, offering you hits off his blunts and pressuring you to do lines of blow in between. He loved how you always got more touchy with him when you were drunk. Not only that, but you allowed him to get more handsy in public than if you had been sober, “relax, it’s a crowded party, y/n/n, everyone’s hooking up.”

Rafe always loved to push your boundaries, testing the waters of what he could get away with

He would wrap an arm around you, supporting you as you drunkenly stumbled into the nearest unoccupied bedroom, before gently helping peel off your clothes as he kissed you, silencing your worries about leaving your friends behind, “i can’t think about anything else but you right now y/n. you don’t get what you do to me.”

Desire clouded your mind with his every caress, and before you could think it over, your ‘no’ had turned into ‘just the tip’ at his suggestion

And yet, every time, you found yourself in the same position, thighs shaking as you came around his cock, moans muffled by the ringed hand at your throat, “mm there’s my girl. felt like you needed that.”

His favorite punishment for you whenever you pissed him off by getting too close with his friends or acting like a brat was overstimulation.

Rafe caught you off guard every time, delving between your thighs with a playful smirk. He kissed and nipped at the tender flesh of your inner thighs before he would eat you out, slowly pushing his fingers into your dripping pussy.

After the first orgasm, you were already a panting mess. But you were surprised when he didn’t stop, quickly pushing you over the edge again, large hands firmly clamped around your quaking legs.

By the third, you realized what he was doing, already so overstimulated that you were begging him to stop, tears streaming down your face as he lapped at your sensitive clit. The pleasure building inside you at every thrust of his fingers had you coming again and again

No amount of tears or apologies could ever stop him, “you wanted to act like a slut, so don’t be surprised when i treat you like one, sweetheart.”

Rafe was only satisfied after you sagged against the bed after your seventh orgasm, finally allowing you to catch your breath as he peppered gentle kisses all over your body and face, whispering praises and telling you how much he adored you. “my perfect y/n. i never want to let you go.”

[date-a-jew-suggestions]

HI I WANNA HEAR ABOUT MONSTER HIGH JEWISH HEADCONNANS PLSSSSS

HIIII I finally have a chance to respond to this

Keep in mind this is gonna be loosely based on g3 canon but also it’s kind of just based on me customizing/playing with my dolls and deciding what their vibes are, so I’m probably gonna contradict canon a lot lol

I like to imagine there’s a synagogue nearby monster high that has like a ~20% monster population since the school opened up. The rabbi is very enthusiastic about including them, he really enjoys all of the new questions about scripture that they raise. When one of the people at his synagogue came to him to tell him that he had constructed a Golem, the rabbi was thrilled. He was not expecting a flesh golem, but beggars can’t be choosers.

So Clawdeen and her siblings are Jewish on their mom’s side. Holiday dinners are huge and chaotic events, and siblings usually end up fighting over the lamb bones on Passover. When Clawdeen brought Draculaura home to meet her parents, her mom made a joke about blood libel that had to be explained to Draculaura.

Frankie’s only parent is their dad who constructed them, and he’s Jewish. After an ongoing debate about when Frankie should have their b’nei mitzvah, since they started school after being constructed only a few weeks prior, the rabbi threw his hands up in the air and said it was past time since clearly they were at least 13 in terms of maturity, so Frankie got b’nei mitzvah’d on what was technically their 1st birthday. Their friends wore their monster ball outfits to the party afterwards >:3

Frankie’s dad is very supportive of their nonbinary identity, and when Frankie said they were nervous about introducing him to their girlfriend, he told them that they had nothing to worry about. If she made Frankie happy, he would absolutely support the relationship. He was not expecting his child to bring home the pharaoh’s daughter to the Passover Seder. It was awkward, to say the least. After several meetings with the rabbi and a lot of family drama, Frankie’s family came to the conclusion that Cleo was welcome in their home. After that she started coming to holiday dinners often, and Frankie’s dad came to understand that her father was not treating her well. This solidified Cleo’s place in his home- how could a Jew turn away someone who was wronged by the Pharaoh? Cleo and Frankie stayed together through high school, eventually getting married. Cleo converted as soon as she moved out of her father’s house.

[melodymay-k1tty]

Hello...

Well, could you do a scenario where the S/O should take care of some drunk OC and they declare their love to her or something...? Well, actually that would be cool with a Fem!Reader, but do as you wish, it's your choice!🫠💕 Btw I would also admire if in Part 1 you could include Sabo and Corazon in particular, I would really like to see them in this situation lmao😵‍💫

SABO ★ CORAZON ★ SANJI ★ LAW: DECLARING HIS LOVE FOR S/O AFTER GETTING DRUNK.

A/N: Well, I'm new to this scenario thing, and I'm not that big a fan of requests, cuz I can't write about something if I don't feel it in my heart... But I think I can manage about it. So here it is. Thank you so much for all your love, care and support! 🤧🩷

Age Rating: +12

Content Warning: consumption of alcoholic drinks. kiss description. maybe a little angst.

Genres: fluffy. headcanons (scenario).

Characters: sabo x fem!reader. corazon x fem!reader. sanji x fem!reader. law x fem!reader.

Word Count: 2.2k

SABO (Being the user of Mera Mera no Mi🔥)

• You are a high-ranking officer in the Revolutionary Army, Sabo's right-hand. After a successful mission of the two of you in Dressrosa, he decided to invite you to drink something in a bar, which was located on an island nearby. You accepted.

• You're not a big fan of alcohol, but Sabo didn't know that. The blonde guy, on the other hand, was a big fan of alcoholic drinks, and used to consume it whenever he was successful in his missions (which is quite often).

• He sat at the counter bar after you two comes there, and you did the same. Sabo called for a waiter who came immediately. He placed his order, which was beer, and asked you to order yours.

“I'll have a non-alcoholic strawberry cocktail with condensed milk, please.” You talk while the waiter writes it down on his pad of paper.

“Alright, ma'am and sir. I will bring your order soon.” He speaks after withdrawing from there.

Sabo looked at you in a somewhat strange way. “You don’t drink alcohol?”

“No, I like sweet drinks more.” You speak while he stares at you seriously, but he soon opens a smile. “Cutie.” He smiles like a know-it-all.

You looked at him strangely, and he immediately retaliated. “I meant, you look like a cute little girl acting like that.” He makes fun of your face a little.

“Sabo...” You look at him with hate and you were ready to attack him. But the waiter interrupts them.

“Your order is almost ready. In the meantime, would you like to fill out this survey?” He asks while handing over a sheet with some questions.

“What is it about?” You ask. “Can't you read, little girl?” Sabo laughs and makes fun of your face some more. “It's a survey about couples, and here it also says that couples who respond will get a discount of up to 50% on the amount spent at the bar.” He says with his knowing smile.

“But we're not a cou...” Before you can finish your sentence, Sabo puts his hand over your mouth, preventing you from speaking. “Will we really get that discount?” He asks the waiter, with his usual smile.

“Of course, sir. Just complete the survey with your girlfriend, and you'll get 50% off. It's a data collection survey for an article that will be released on Valentine's Day, in the island's local newspaper.”

“I understand. I'll do it as soon as possible then.” Sabo speaks enthusiastically to the waiter who leaves. The blondie starts marking off some answers on the survey, like we're really dating.

You had already understood that Sabo was a cheapskate and didn't like to spend money on others. So you decided to just leave it down.

He finished marking the answers, and shortly after that, your drinks arrived.

You two started drinking, but Sabo got too carried away. He ordered more and more glasses of beer, one after another. Maybe he was thinking that 50% off could become 100%...

And when you least realized it, he was out of his mind. “Y/N, let's go home soon” he grumble drunkenly, collapsing on top of you.

His sleepy voice showed just how much alcohol had already knocked him out. You saw no option but to take him for home.

“Okay, just let me pay the bill first” Apparently, the account is left for you. But thinking on the bright side, at least a discount you would have.

Sabo couldn't even pay attention to what you said. You then placed him gently propped up in the chair, and got up to go pay the bill.

After that, you put him on your shoulders and left the bar with him.

“How heavy he is...” You complain while carrying he with difficulties.

He had a stupid smile on his face, he looked like a retard. You looked at him strangely.

“What it is?” You asked arching your eyebrow. Sabo acted strange after your question, he turned red and sparks started to come out of his logia body.

He smirks again, his cheeks getting redder.

“Y/N, I love you…” His stupid smile gave it all away. You were in shock and ended up letting go of him, letting him fall to the ground.

“AAUGH!” he lets out a groan of pain as he strokes his own head. “Hmph. Y/N, why are you so mean to me?” he says this as he gets up, and his drunken body begins to stagger.

“I'm sorry, Sabo...” You say as you help him up. “Y-you… Are you serious?” you widen your eyes.

“Y/N, I want to sleep with you today and always...” he closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep. You leaned against a bench, pulling Sabo with you, and make a phone call for Dragon, who went to get you and took you to your house.

You two went to your rooms, and you went to sleep thoughtfully.

The next day you woke up and went to the kitchen for breakfast, bumping into Sabo, who blushed violently when he saw you. But now, in an embarrassed way.

“H-hello, I-I'm sorry about what happened yesterday...” He speaks awkwardly. “It's okay, Sabo-kun...” You smile sweetly.

You two was in a compelling silent for a while. Until he decides to say something. “I think we need to talk… I need to clear something up.”

“Sure, what is it?” You looked fine on the outside, but on the inside, your heart was beating hard with fear of what he might say to you.

“Dragon told me everything. I know what I say to you in yesterday night, and about that... I need to tell you that it's really true.” Now he was staring at you. And again, sparks were shooting out of his body, his face was red and he was probably really fear of what you might say too.

“Sabo-kun...” You murmur.

“Okay, I understand that you might not feel the same about me. But I would like you to know that, although.” He says as him leave the kitchen, but you pull him by the arm.

“S-Sabo...” You look deep into his eyes, and he looks into yours. Your bright eyes never stopped looking at each other. “I love you too.” You said as you approached him. The blondie approached you too, shifting his gaze between your eyes and your lips.

He placed his big hand on your face, and kissed you passionately but calmly. Your lips glued to each other, were making your bodies approach too, and in a matter of moments, you and Sabo were glued and your kiss was getting even more intense and passionate.

“I am the happiest man in the world to know that, my little girl.” He speaks after parting with you, stroking your hair and smiling cutely at you. “But I love you more...”

Finally you could understand, that he didn't do the couple survey to get a discount, but because he loves you and, in fact, wanted you like his girlfriend.

CORAZON ♠️

• You were part of the Donquixote Pirates, led by the infamous Doflamingo. While you were still living in Spider Miles, the whole family was gathered at the table and having dinner, when you felt someone poke you under the table.

• You looked to the side, seeing Corazon's serene face disguise as he lit a cigarette. He had left a note on top of your thighs.

• You pocketed the note and politely left the table, getting Doflamingo's permission. You went to your room and read the note. On it was written “You said you wanted to get to know me better. We're going out to eat today, I know of a wonderful restaurant nearby. I hope you isn't full yet.” You opened a silly smile when you read the note, and ran to change your clothes, and soon to meet him discreetly outside. You climbed out your bedroom window and left, going to meet Corazon.

He was leaning against the wall outside the house. As always in silence, lighting his cigarette. When he realized you were there, he stared fixedly at you, and let his cigarette go out carelessly.

“Wh-what is?” You asked embarrassed as you crossed your legs because of your momentary shyness.

“Nothing” He answered coldly and walked away, and you followed him. You felt honored that you were the only person who knew Corazon could speak. It was like you were special.

You two finally arrived at the restaurant, beautifully decorated with artifacts of dragons and other ancient legends creatures. The food smelled divine.

“Hmm” You mutter at that delicious smell. “Maybe you really were right when you said this restaurant is wonderful, Corazon” You say smiling.

“You can be sure I don't make mistakes when it comes to food” He replied confidently and sat down at a table in the corner of the restaurant, with your company.

The waiter came to serve us with a menu in hand. “Good night, sir and ma'am. What will you want for today? Our menu is full of original and exclusive recipes only from here, but we also have traditional ones” He says as he places the menu on the table.

“I'll have the dragon meat in white sauce, with vegetables and all the extras. For a drink, I would like a red wine and a white wine” Corazon spoke without even thinking twice, making you speechless.

“Right, sir” The waiter takes your order. “And Ma'am, what will you want?” he asks you, while Corazon looks at you waiting for your answer.

“T-the same as him. But instead of wine, I would like a melon juice” You say with a little embarrassment, for not ordering something fancier.

“Alright, your order will arrive within 30 minutes” The waiter speaks after bowing and leaving.

You felt Corazon's heavy gaze on you. “What do you want to know about me?” He asks suspicious.

You were intimidated by his look, but you answered him. “I just wanted a friend. Sometimes I feel really lonely around here... And looking at Doffy's face really isn't one of the best hobbies” He looked convinced by your answer. "I understand. In that case, I'm sorry to tell you, but I can't be a friend.”

“N-no? Why?” You ask incredulously.

He gives a blank look and then lights his cigarette. “It's complicated to explain to you, but it's better that way. We can’t have any kind of bond.”

You give him a sad and downcast look. “I see, it's okay.”

And so, you talk about friendship ends there, until you two talk about the crew matters, and the food finally arrives.

“Hmm, wow! It smells delicious. I've never tasted dragon meat before. I thought they were extinct...” You say looking appetizingly at the food.

“Dragons are just hard to find, but they never went extinct” Corazon is as serious as ever as he begins to cut his meat and eat it. You could see a bright in his eyes as he tasted the meat, and the same happens to you.

After a few minutes, you realized that Corazon was acting strange. He'd started to get tipsy after drinking so many glasses of wine, and he'd even had a little whiskey too.

He got up abruptly, you ran to hold him when you saw that he had almost fallen to the ground. “C-corazon! Are you okay?" You ask worriedly as you hold in his shoulders.

His eyes were small and bloodshot, probably from the drunken effect of alcohol. “Y/N... I...” He tries to say something with difficulty.

“Please don't do that again!” You scold him. “You almost fell, you know how worried I was?” You ask angrily and as you look at him, you see that he is staring at you with twinkling eyes. He approached you slowly, when he finally pressed his lips to yours.

“Y/N, I… love you” He whispers after breaking away from the kiss. “But we can't be together, only for your own good” Tears start to fall from his eyes.

“W-what? What are you talking about, Cora-san?” you ask incredulously. “D-do you love me?” Your eyes widen. “And why are you saying that? We can not be together? What...?"

He doesn't say anything for a few seconds as the tears fall down his face. Until Corazon finally says something...

“I... I CAN'T!” He screams while crying. “I'm on a suicide mission, I'm going to die. I'm cheating on Doffy, Y/N” He keeps crying “I love you so much, and I don't know if you feel the same, but...”

“Ya, Corazon! I feel the same, I love you too!” You grab his shirt with your fingernails and speak with desperation.

Gently, he removes your hands from his shirt, and squeezes it affectionately. “I'm sorry, Y/N” He speaks with a look filled with sadness. “But I can't risk losing you or hurting you. We can't be together, and you can't get attached to me. Please… Just forget about it” He asks while stroking your chin with his thumb.

You start crying uncontrollably.

“I'm going to die... It's just a matter of time” He whispers sadly, which makes you cry even more, and hug him tightly, not wanting to leave him never ever.

He gently separates you from the embrace.

“But know that I will always love you, my sweet Y/N” Corazon finally smiles, a smile so big as the love you feel for him.

You will never accept your parting words.

SANJI 💐

(The rest I will continue later)

[cpericardium]

congratulations on finishing teaching(!) - what was (if any) your favourite part ?

and what’s next for ms. unemployed ?

Thanks for asking! The pleasure of the job for me is when students get really enthusiastic talking about the reading or whatever craft element/technique we're honing each week, and we have a productive discussion. Throughout the semester or even after the semester is over, students often email or approach me after class to tell me how the readings/lectures/discussions opened their eyes or changed their perspective. It's wonderful to have the English majors who are avid readers and writers super engaged from the get-go, but it's truly special to see students who are new to literary analysis/creative writing discover that this English stuff isn't as opaque and inaccessible and staid as they initially thought. They can play with language and time and structure! They can experiment with white space and punctuation! My favourite thing to say when a student asks "can I do this.... is it okay if I try that..." is "I literally can't stop you." (second favourite is "how does it serve the piece")

The majority of the class is usually just taking the course to fulfill a req. Premeds and compsci and business majors and such. But when on Wednesday I asked who is considering pursuing creative writing after the course, all the hands shot up, including those of students who were previously very much not confident in their abilities. One even approached me after class to ask if he could continue to occasionally send me writings to look at and comment. This class was the first time he even tried his hand at it. This is really important.. this is how writers reproduce...

I also love to see students exchange work and feedback outside of class, because finding community, a supportive network, is so vital for writers' growth. I've seen a student come in late and miss part of a workshop, then stay afterwards and sit down to personally talk to the workshopped student about her story.

On a purely selfish level I enjoyed getting on my soapbox, sharing and refining theories, saying things I wish someone taught ME when I was starting out. I suppose there's tumblr for that, but it was nice having a captive audience.

As for what's next, I will be rolling around on my back like a bug

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Taichi Yagami's clothing style - a meta analysis

@firedragon1321 I didn't plan to write as much of a meta post for Taichi's fashion evolution through the years, since I don't have the time to collect all the evidence like I did with Koushirou - but I still believe that there is an underlying theme for him too, so I want to briefly summarize it.

Notable themes and reoccurring elements:

Comfort AND function - layered and sporty: There is no exaggeration when I say that Taichi Yagami is a sports nut/nerd. While it was never outright confirmed, I am pretty sure that OG!Taichi is wearing a football jersey, since it HEAVILY reminds me of an Arsenal FC jersey that I used to wear myself. Of course, there are also the headband and the wrist band, which are usually associated with sporty activities. And it makes sense, because he loves football, right? Overall, his style throughout Adventure and 02 in particular can be summarized as depicted above; similarly to Koushirou, he wears wide, comfy clothes that provide him with a lot of space for (adventurous) movement. Our boy also likes to wear layers (two shirts, a shirt and a button-down, a tracksuit and a coat, you name it), which is rather practical when you ARE physically active and have to get rid of a layer. And again, his need for maximum comfort is also displayed in the way he wears his 02 school uniform in a very loose way - shirt tugged out, no tie, blazer open. Then of course there is the fact that he NEVER wears anything other than sneakers through the course of the entire series.

The colour "dark blue": I still believe that Tri is the only part of the entire series that broke the pattern, but seriously - can you imagine Taichi Yagami NOT wearing the colour dark blue? Because I can't. There is no doubt that blue is - in complementing contrast to his signature colour orange - his favourite colour and it reflects in +90% of his outfits in Adventure, 02 and Kizuna.

Goggles & stars: The goggles are a given at this point and, unfortunately, Tri onwards didn't really put that much emphasis on it, but from age 7 to 15, you would NOT see the boy wear anything that doesn't include at least ONE star in his ensemble. (Fun fact: Mimi picked that habit up in 02 and Tri too.) He likes arrows too, but those are not as common.

Interesting changes/things to point out:

I don't think anybody would dare calling Taichi fashion-savvy in the usual sense and, honestly speaking, I found the paw/claw print on his 02 coat rather silly when I was a kid... But speaking as an adult from the year 2024, I can now confidently say that this coat was one of the most amazing pieces he has ever worn and I actually miss that kind of extravagant attitude in him in Tri onwards. (Plus, it implies that, just like Hikari, Taichi is a cat enthusiast and I will always support that.)

Speaking of Tri; his general style has not changed, he still likes to wear his layers (which can be seen in his winter uniform in particular, because he is the only male character who wears the blazer AND the vest), but he has at least added a (loosely worn) tie for a glimpse of seriousness. He has added a few more colours to his ensemble (which can be witnessed more in his concept and promotional art, but EVERYBODY is more experimental AND more interesting in promo art!!!). Some notable outfits in Tri include yellow and actual orange, but again, I highly recommend checking out all the promo art, because it's really great.

Then we get to Kizuna - and while I would say that the majority of character designs for Kizuna were rather safe, Taichi is probably one of the biggest offenders there, because - all the sporty swag that was mentioned above has somehow blended into very... Ordinary clothes. And I feel like this was an intentional choice: Yes, I am glad our boy is still wearing layers and that blue is still his favourite colour - and I am pretty sure the blandness of his everyday outfits is meant to reflect his inner turmoil of feeling like he HAS to play a role as a "performative adult" who struggles with uni, hates his part time job (where he also has to wear something that isn't REALLY him), has a tiny flat with only beer in the fridge and bland heteronormative p*rn hidden underneath his bed. I must also say that the short-sleeved hoodie in the final part of the movie made him look much younger than he is - which may actually also be a nod to him having to juggle his adult self with his younger self and find an appropriate balance (and if you want to go all out on pretentious symbolism, you'll say that the blue-white-black striped shirt he wore was a metaphor of him trying not to turn to the dark side aka, succumbing to Neverland. I mean, the left side is black, thus basically symbolizing his heart being covered by darkness; while the right side is blue - his favourite colour - and white, the light side so to speak...). So by the end, when he seems to be getting more into politics, I feel like he is already getting back on track (and I only cling to that idea because he is seen wearing his shirt rather casually without a tie - but hey, baby steps are small steps too!)

Last but not least, there is The Beginning: And one thing I immediately want to point out is that I LOVE the colours he chose - because that gives you a hint of him getting back on track. That blue suit is a STRIKING contrast to Koushirou's rather modest grey suit - and I still maintain that the yellow tie was a nod to Agumon as well. @firedragon1321 I also read one of your rambles the other day and part of me really hopes that he actually wore some sneakers there as well - because that would have been very much on brand for (the old) him. So we can only hope that, the next time we see him, he will have found his personal balance some more, merging his own style with a profession style. And I know you don't like the fact that he shortens his hair, but I still feel like he maintains the general spirit even as an adult; it may be more neatly trimmed, but I still see HIM in there - and I am almost sure we will see a more modern version of that in the PV next year.