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reader being besties with huntrix while somehow gaining the attention and getting befriended by saja boys, only for reader to choose bobby when the two groups argue who reader is closest and should be solely hanging out with and asks reader which group they prefer
'They've spent the entire day in the bathhouse with you! it's our quality time with them!' Romance said as he pulled you towards him and the boys, whereas Zoey gripped your other hand and tugged you towards herself, Mira and Rumi, her face contorted into one of distain.
'And you've hogged them for far longer then agreed upon last time!' Zoey said in defense as Abby raised his brow at her.
'I don't recall that ever being the case, you're must making it up to make you seem better in their eyes.' He tells her as he crosses his arms over his chest, Mystery and Baby backing him up with noises of agreement, whereas Jinu remained quiet as he watched Rumi, who was staring back at him with a levelling glare.
'You tried to lock us out of the room when the movie night was over!' Mira exclaimed, pointing at Abby and Romance. 'You were going off of techicalities and kept pulling some bullshit in order to hog them for longer, so why is it any different when we decided to take a page out of your own book?' She adds as Zoey backs her up.
You in the meanwhile wanted to go home, hating how whenever you spent time with either group the others became jealous and would go out of their way to sabotage your day out, whether it'd be by joining you and the group you were with at the time or just straight up kidnapping you to do something else. It wasn't your choice to schedule who had you for the day, that was all Zoey and Romance, and it was all agreed upon by everyone but you should've known better then for them to actually stand by their agreement if it meant spending a second longer with you.
So arguments like these were unfotunately common place for you and all you could do was hope for an out, an easy escape so that Saja Boys and Huntrix can continue to go for the others throats, whereas you'd be elsewhere to treat yourself for being close friends with two of the most successful idol groups within the industry. People would asume that being close to Huntrix and Saja Boys was a blessing, they're wrong becuase while it had it's advantages such as getting to be backstage for most of their performances to celebrate later with them, it was also a nightmare when both groups want your attention and take you out constantly.
There was never a day for yourself. You didn't get to have quality time for yourself without either Zoey making an reason for you to hang out with her, Mira and Rumi at a local ramen shop on the fly, or when Romance or Abby would bring you back to the apartment to hang out with them. You were more often found staying in either groups apartments more often then you were at your own home, so much so that you were pretty sure half of your stuff were with Zoey, Mira and Rumi, and the other half of your stuff was with the Saja Boys.
You loved both groups dearly as you considered both of them your best friends, people you could always rely on in times of adversity or just when you didn’t feel good in your own skin, they were there to uplift you and remind you of who you were and what you were was special and unique. However their idea that you could only primarily hang out with one group was utterly ridiculous, it was almost as if you were within a love triangle, but only if that love triangle consisted of about eight other people who were fighting for your attention and undivided love.
The jealously Zoey, Mira and Rumi have when you with the boys was subtle but you could tell that there was a sense of something else just beneath the surface. That and how they seemed to close in on every side of you, as though they were caging you between the three of them, all three women pressed against your sides and back as they glared at the five boys as though they had something they didn’t want you to contract in the slightest. The same could be said about Saja Boys, who didn’t bother to hide their jealously and some -Abby and Romance- would make it known as though it wasn’t obvious while others -Jinu and Baby- would make their jealously known through their body language instead.
You swore they all acted like children fighting over a toy, practically stepping over one another just to have a couple of minutes with you, brag about it to the others before someone else within their respective groups wanted a piece of you out of envy. You were tired of it after a couple of months when you first got to know them, now you were just exhausted having to reply to the same questions over and over again, you were only doing so as to not cause further conflict at first but now you’ve grown to realise that conflict will happen regardless of your answer; having always been talked over afterwards as another argument erupted between the rival groups.
‘(Name)?’ Mira asked, nudging your shoulder.
‘Hmmm?’ You looked up, noticing that all the attention was on you now. ‘What?’
‘Who’s your favourite group.’ Baby asked.
‘It’s us isn’t it.’ Abby said, which pissed Mira and Zoey off as they told him to shut up and wear a shirt that didn’t look as though it was on the verge of ripping, Abby only shrugs and mutters. ‘Jealous much’ under his breath.
‘Just tell us whose your favourite group is, which is us, so we can get this one sided competition over with.’ Rumi said, pulling Mira and Zoey back before they could lunge at Abby as he was looking back at them with a smug grin. It was at this moment where you spotted Bobby coming into the room with drinks for the girls and sprinted towards him, crushing him into a massive hug.
‘Bobby! My saviour, my favourite person alive! I’m so glad to see you!’ You said as you clung onto the confused manager as he awkwardly pats your back, looking at the two idol groups whom were looking at him with unreadable expressions.
‘What’s going on here?’ Bobby asked you in a low whisper, not liking the looks he was getting as he sets aside the drinks on a nearby table, your hug might’ve knocked him back a little but he was an expert in not allowing a single drink from spilling over, expertly regaining his balance and his grip on the drinks as though he’s done this a thousand times before.
‘They’re arguing.’ You whispered back, tired and in need of a change of scenery.
‘Again?’ He says with a sigh, rubbing your back as you cuddled yourself closer to him. ‘You poor soul, not use to such attention still?’
‘No, can we get out of here, just me and you?’ You said as you removed yourself from his neck, seeing his eyes softened as he took your hand in his, giving it a squeeze in reassurance and comfort that you’ve been needing for hours.
‘Of course we can.’ Bobby responded as he pulled you out of the room with him and towards the door, though not before looking over at Zoey, Mira, Rumi and the Saja Boys and saying. ‘Me and (name) are going out, we both in need of relaxing and thankfully I know the perfect spa, and would you look at that there’s two reservations left what a coincidence.’ He smiles at you as he shows you his phone screen, telling the truth about the spa and the reservations that he seemingly made on the fly. You heaved a sigh of relief.
‘So come on my dear our mud baths and deep massages await.’ He tells you and without a second thought you grabbed your keys and left with Bobby, very much in need of that deep massage more than anything, maybe you should even get to go in the sauna for the hell of it and swear your stress and exhaustion away.
Meanwhile both Huntrix and Saja Boys were left to realise that you had chosen Bobby -someone who wasn’t even an option- over both of them, but in retrospect they could understand why you did and held a temporary truce for your sake, but sooner or later you would be once again asked the same question; who’s your favourite group.
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Honestly I love kanji. Love it. So much that I'm learning hanzi now. Yeah it's a lot of work, but that work pays DIVIDENDS later.
Why is 生 read so many ways? Because it can be growing, sprouting, raising, raw, pure, vital or LIFE (the core meaning). You'd have to learn half a dozen words for those concepts no matter what the language is. 生い, 生える and 生き have different okurigana (the hiragana following it), nama is usually a prefix before nouns, and uncommon readings will get furigana (a pronounciation guide) in most publications. (And honestly most words don't have that many readings 生 and 上 are the big scary ones, but you don't have to memorize every reading! Just remember new and weird readings on a word-by-word basis as you encounter them.)
I've met multiple people who said they wanted to learn Japanese but quit when they hit kanji. I think that's really sad. Yeah, you have to have realistic expectations (fuck all of those 'It takes two years to be fluent in Japanese' internet weirdos, they're talking out of their asses), but it won't take you until you're old and grey. It will take several years, sure. But once you have a good foundation it gets way easier and it's so fun! You can even start parsing Chinese! Taiwanese is so tantalizingly readable you'll find yourself understanding text you have 0 phonetic knowledge for.
I just started learning Mandarin after years of visiting Chinese grocery stores going "This package says 100% fruit juice no added sugar" and shit like that. Will it take me another 4 years before I'm past the "See spot run" level stuff? Probably. But it's cool! It's fun! Stop telling yourself why it's impossible and try enjoying the process!
#i'm drunk right now but i stand by this#it's not easy!#but it's not THAT fucking hard come on!#'the time will pass regardless' as they say
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You are just the Best at writing so Can u make more minsung smut plsss (if u would like ofc😁)
Abso-motherfucking-lutely!! Hopefully this satisfies the craving...I'll also try to get a bit more Minsung out, too when I have the time! Love you ❤️

The Best Beauty of the Body



Summary: You loved Minho and Jisung. You really truly did. But there were times when they both ended up getting on your nerves. It was mostly when they argued. And this time wasn't any different. Though...the topic wasn't exactly what you expected.
Pairing: Minho X F! Reader X Jisung
Genre: Humor, Smut (18+)
Warnings: Argument about tits vs ass (you can assume who's arguing for what), Dom! Minho, Switch/Dom! Jisung, Sub! Reader, nipple play, fingering, anal (please be careful and do your research with this shiii), double penetration, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it before you tap it please!!), begging (from Jisung), creampies, 100% 18+ (seriously like if you're a minor don't read pls and thank you <3)
Word Count: 3.4K
Let's start off with making one thing very clear. You loved Minho and Jisung. A lot. Why else would you be in a poly relationship with them? They were your whole world. Your everything. And you were theirs. It was something all of you agreed on. Besides, the best part of having two boyfriends meant that you had two people to rely on.
Jisung was your emotional crutch. He was a lot easier to talk to, he understood what your problems were and did whatever he could to make things better. Minho was your comfort. He'd make you comforting foods, he'd hold you in your arms until you felt better...And while he was a little more on the difficult side when getting your emotions across, he was still there to listen to you rant about your day.
And the sex...oh, the sex. But...we don't need to talk about that.
Yeah, you loved them a lot. They held a very special place in your heart, and there was no denying it. But the boys definitely had their days when you were ready to strangle both of them and throw them into the Han River.
Unfortunately, today was one of those days.
You had a long day at work and was ready to sit down with your boys and rant, maybe eat some sundubu jjigae, when you heard it. Distant muffled voices in the distance. At first, curiosity filled you. Were Minho and Jisung actually fighting? No way...they loved each other way too much to be full on fighting. And even if they were, it would've been broken up before you got home. Maybe they just didn't realize you were home...
But then, as you went closer to the bedroom where they were, you overheard the conversation a lot better.
"But asses are disgusting! I mean seriously, you shit from an ass!"
"Well it's tighter than fucking a pair of tits!"
"You can do more with tits than an ass, hyung!"
"You can do just as much with an ass, if not more and you know it!"
Oh.
You let out a sigh as you heard them argue like an old married couple. This was unfortunately very normal in your household, and you just learned to deal with it. And so, you took a moment, willing yourself to be strong and not yell at them, and walked in, seeing both of them there.
Both of them were shirtless, Jisung a bit flushed and his hair wet. They probably got back from practice and were taking turns showering, as Minho was still sweaty. But either way, you cleared your throat, crossing your arms as you looked to them.
"Do I even need to ask?" The second you spoke, both of the guys looked at you. But it only took a second for Jisung to speak up.
"Y/n, tell Minho-hyung that tits are better!"
"No way, even if she's the one to say it, I still think asses are better."
"Asses aren't even that great!"
"They're better than tits and you know it-"
"Okay, okay! Stop!" You threw your hands up, going to stand between them both as they let out huffs. It seemed like they had been arguing about this for a while, unfortunately. And that meant that it'd be difficult for them to let it go.
How wonderful.
"Minho, go and take a shower. Jisung, finish getting dressed, please." As you spoke, you watched as both boys glared at each other before going along with what you had said.
"But I'm already dressed-"
"Then find something else to do." And then, you crossed your arms, looking at both of them. "We'll discuss this in the living room in thirty minutes."
With that, you left the room. You swore that these two were going to give you grey hairs if you weren't careful. But it was fine. You were going to help them get through this once and for all.
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And so, after the two were brought back out to the couches in the living room (Minho sat on one while Jisung sat on the other), you crossed your arms, looking at both of them as if they were kids on time out.
"Alright. Jisung, please share why you think a woman's tits are better than the ass." You looked to him, giving him a soft smile of encouragement, only to hear Minho scoff.
"They definitely aren't-"
"I didn't tell you that you could talk yet. It's Jisung's turn." You were quick to shut Minho down, knowing that it would only start another argument. And after Minho sulked and grumbled, you looked to Jisung, urging him to start.
"Well, tits are amazing. I mean, they're like nature's stress balls. And you can suck on them, too. God, sucking on your tits after a long and stressful day is amazing..." Jisung leaned back, his eyes closing as a dopey smile spread across his face. "And when you get all squirmy from being all sensitive? And the sounds you make? Oh my god...it gets me so hard..."
You hummed, crossing your arms. Jisung definitely had a point. Your nipples were always sensitive, so when he sucked on them, he'd almost always get a reaction out of you.
"And then you have the way they look when you suck my dick...and when you squish them together and let me fuck them...and when I cum on them-God, I might bust a nut just thinking about it right now..." Jisung let out a breath, gripping his already forming tent before you cleared your throat, nodding.
"Alright, it seems like those are some very valid reasons." And then, you turned over to the grumpy cat man, seeing the upset pout on his lips. "Now let's hear your reasonings, Minho."
"Fucking finally." Minho sat up, clearing his throat before speaking. "For starters, as the man who fucks both of you until you can't walk, I firmly believe that the ass is better because first off, seeing the way you both squirm and push your ass towards me when I'm prepping it is fucking adorable. Then, when I'm actually inside you both, the ass is way tighter than any pussy could ever be. Not to mention how the cheeks just feel so good when you grip them and slap them...and when you pound hard enough, the cheeks will actually bounce and ripple better than tits--"
"Whoa whoa whoa, did you just fucking say they ripple?" You blinked, all while Jisung instantly started cackling.
"It's not funny! They do, seriously!" Minho sat up more, determined to get both of you to see his point of view. "The way that the ass moves when you're fucking it is insane!"
"Okay, okay, I believe you!" You couldn't help but laugh, before looking back to Jisung. Time to get back to business. "Okay...Jisung, do you have any counter arguments for Minho?"
"Yeah, I do." Jisung then looked to Minho, crossing his arms. "While the ass might be amazing, it's literally where shit comes from. And you have to clean both the inside and the outside, and its so much work. But with titties, all you have to do is just push the shirt and bra up, and boom. Suckle time, baby."
You instantly facepalmed. These two were hopeless.
"Okay...Minho? Counter arguments?"
"What if the chest is flat?" The second Minho asked that, Jisung's brain stopped working. Minho just smirked as Jisung tried to think of a reason, before Jisung just spoke up.
"W-Well what if...what if the ass was flat? Or boney?"
"Who in the fuck has a boney ass?"
"...Hyunjin--"
"OKAY!" You just let out a sigh, rubbing your face as you questioned your sanity. "Clearly, you both love tits and ass respectfully. Can we just all agree that both tits and ass are incredible in their own right and move on?"
"No!" Both Jisung and Minho yelled it, making you groan. There had to be a way to get them to understand each other. Had to be. Because frankly, you really didn't know how much longer you could handle this.
"Okay...can I tell you what I think?" And after the two looked at each other, they both looked to you.
"I guess..."
"Yeah, sure."
"Okay. Firstly, Jisung has a point with the ass shit. Prep takes forever, and cleaning the inside and outside is a pain in the butt. Literally. But there are nice qualities to the ass, too. Like...When Minho's pounding into either of us and grips or slaps our ass. You like that, don't you Jisung?"
"I mean, yeah...I guess so." Jisung looked away, crossing his arms.
"Great. Tits are also nice, but mine personally make my back hurt. If I'm not wearing a sport's bra, it's hard to move. And men can be so picky with tits, too. I mean, they can be all sorts of shapes and sizes, and even mine aren't perfect." And then, you crossed your arms. "But they have their purpose, too. They can help get me aroused, they help Jisung relieve stress, and Minho, you love watching them when I ride you."
"Yeah, I guess." Minho shrugged, making you sigh.
"So why can't you guys agree that both are good? Or like, agree to disagree or something?"
"It's a man's pride, Y/n. We stand by our beliefs." Jisung then hit his chest with his fist, Minho nodding.
"Yeah, he's got a point. It's like...we have what we believe, and that one opinion is right. There's no other option." Minho's explanation made absolutely no sense. But okay.
"So...it's all because of your pride?" You raised a brow, watching your two boyfriends nod. "You two are impossible."
All they did was smile and laugh a bit. There was that feeling of needing to strangle them again.
"So then, is there any way you two could make a truce?"
"Nope."
"No way in hell."
"And what if I said that if you two make a truce, I'll let you both fuck me right here and now?"
Silence. The two looked at each other, blinked, before simultaneously reaching out to shake each other's hands.
"Y'know, asses aren't actually that bad. I like them a lot more than I let on."
"Tits are pretty cool, too. They really make a woman, y'know?"
Hope. Less.
But hey, they made up. And so, you stood up and walked over to both of them, smiling as they stood up to meet you halfway.
"See? Was that so hard, boys?" You asked, watching as Minho went in front of you while Jisung went behind.
"Oh, it was horrible." As Minho spoke, his hands went straight for your ass, Jisung's finding your tits from behind you. You could feel Jisung kissing your neck, his hands groping and kneading your chest.
"Hated it..." Jisung murmured, Minho guiding you into a kiss. You hummed, kissing Minho back as he lifted one of your legs up to go around his waist. "You'll make it better though, right?"
"Mhm..." You hummed your response in the kiss, before breaking away and going to kiss Jisung in return.
All the while, Minho grabbed your shorts and panties, starting to tug them off. You put your leg down so Minho could get the clothes off before putting it back around his waist. And when you pulled away from the kiss, Jisung was the one to lift your shirt up and over. And he groaned when he realized you didn't have anything on underneath.
"Fuck, I love when you don't wear a bra..." And with that, Jisung turned you around so you were facing him, only to guide you to the couch and onto his lap. All the while, Minho headed off to the bedroom to grab the lube. He'd need it in order to do what he wanted to you.
Not that you minded.
For now, you put your focus on Jisung, who was gently kneading your chest, pinching and playing with your nipples, his cock growing harder by the minute. And you just let out soft moans, your eyes fluttering closed as you looked at him, watching as he played with your chest.
And then, he latched onto your left nipple, his tongue gently rolling and flicking against it. You couldn't help but push out your chest, making him groan and use his finger to play around with the other.
"J-Jisung...God, that feels so good..." All you could do was run your hands through his hair, gently gripping at it, which made him whine for you.
And that was when the sound of footsteps could be heard. You turned and looked up, seeing that it was Minho. And he had the lube in hand, ready to go.
"Alright, princess. Lean forward for me." As Minho gave his command, you did as told. You got up on your knees, hovering your breasts over Jisung's face so Minho could get to your tiny little ass. "Good girl...spread those legs, just like that...there we go."
And with that, Minho took the lube and rubbed it over your perked ass, prodding against the tight hole. You couldn't help but whimper, holding onto Jisung's shoulders before feeling Minho push a finger in.
"M-Min..."
"I know, sweetheart, I know...you're doing good for me, though. So, so good..." Minho's encouragement helped you press forward. He slowly inched his finger in, making sure that he added lube when needed so you were ready to go. And once that first finger was inside, you let out a breath, wiggling your hips. "How's it feel, baby? Good?"
"A...A bit dry..."
"A bit dry, huh? Well, we can't have that." And so, Minho pulled his finger out before lubing his finger up more, as best as he could before slowly inching his finger back in, slowly working to stretch your hole out. "Better?"
"M-Mhm...better..." You gave a soft nod, only to gasp as you felt Jisung nip at your nipple. His eyes were on you, his mouth open as he switched to the other nipple. You knew what that meant. Jisung wanted attention, too. "Ji...it feels good...really good, keep using your tongue..."
And that's exactly what Jisung did. His main priority? Make sure that you were satisfied and feeling good while Minho stretched you out. And as you felt a second finger enter you, Jisung worked double time to make sure you felt amazing. While he suckled your breasts, a finger went to your pussy to play with your clit, making you whine and buck your hips.
"Look at our girl, feeling so good...you're taking my fingers so well, baby..." Minho placed soft kisses along your back, scissoring his fingers so he knew that you were nice and stretched and ready to go. "I'm gonna put one more in, okay? One more..."
And after you nodded, the third finger went in. You whined louder, but Jisung gently pinched your clit to help ground you. And as Minho worked his three fingers in and out of your ass, Jisung looked up at you, smiling softly as his mouth left your breasts.
"Sweet girl...Can I have your pussy? Please? Drown me in your tits while my cock's in that beautiful pussy, please..." God, Jisung was so hot when he begged...You couldn't help but nod, waiting for the okay from Minho to get situated.
"Alright, pretty girl. Let's get you settled on Jisung, okay?" And once his fingers were out, Minho backed away to get his sweatpants off. Jisung did the same, struggling a bit but managing to kick them off. And once he was ready, Jisung lined himself up and let you sink down onto his dick.
"Oh, fuck...you feel like heaven, baby..." Jisung let out a breath, grabbing at your waist before reaching his hands back up to your chest, fondling your breasts to guide them back into his mouth. He really couldn't get enough of them...
All the while, Minho went behind you once more, moving you to where he needed you to be before lining himself up as well, placing soft kisses on your shoulder to make sure that you were all set and ready to go for him.
"Deep breaths, baby...gonna make you feel so full..." And as Minho spoke, he slowly pushed into you, making you groan and grasp onto Jisung. God, it was so much, but it felt absolutely incredible. You hadn't felt that full in your life. But it was a glorious feeling.
Jisung also groaned, pulling back from your tits to look up at his boyfriend, seeing Minho's brow furrowed.
"God, I can feel you entering her...it's making her so much tighter, hyung..."
"Good...that means less work for you, huh?" Minho smirked, knowing how sensitive Jisung's dick was. If Jisung could feel Minho from inside your pussy, then Minho could technically fuck both of you.
It really went to show how the ass was better. But Minho wasn't gonna bring that up right now.
After letting you get adjusted, Minho leaned back, grabbing your ass a bit before looking to you and Jisung, his eyes narrowing.
"I'm gonna move...okay?"
"Okay..." You gave him a soft nod, only to gasp and moan as Minho slowly began to thrust. Since you weren't a freak like Jisung, you weren't as used to anal, let alone double penetration. So he knew he needed to start slow.
"Fuck...oh, fuck, I can feel you moving, hyung...fuck, that feels so good..." Jisung, per usual, couldn't shut up. And you were a moaning mess, turning your head back to look at Minho with glossy eyes. Oh, how he loved that look.
"Feeling good, princess?" Minho couldn't help but smile, knowing that he was making both you and Jisung feel good.
"Y-Yeah, feels good..."
"That's good...I bet you feel so fucking full right now, being stuffed with your boyfriends' dicks..." And with that, Minho leaned forward to kiss you, which only made Jisung whine.
"Hy-Hyung, no fair...! Kiss me too, please? I've been good!" Typical Jisung, always needing attention. And so, after rolling his eyes, he leaned down past your shoulder to kiss Jisung as well, who hummed and rolled his hips up. That made you moan and roll your own hips.
As Minho pulled away, he slowly began to get faster. His thrusts went from slow and deep to hard and fast, making both you and Jisung moan. The more rough he got, the closer you and Jisung got to cumming.
And eventually, Jisung got loud. That only meant one thing.
"Guh-Gonna cum! Fuck, hyung, Can I cum? Pretty please? Please, let me cum! Gotta cum so bad!" And Jisung's begging only made you whinier, meaning that it was getting close for the two of you.
"Fuck, already? God, you really are desperate, huh?" Minho couldn't help but tease, only to let out a grunt, nodding. "Fine, go ahead and fill her up. Don't waste a fucking drop."
And like that, Jisung came. He gripped onto your sides, painting your insides white as he held you close. All the while, Minho kept moving, overstimulating Jisung and getting you closer and closer. And then, finally, you turned to look at him, your eyes silently pleading him.
"M-Min...gonna cum too..." God, you were so cute when you were fucked out. How could Minho say no to you?
"Fuck...go ahead and cum, princess. I'm right behind you..." And so, with Minho's permission and a few more thrusts, you came as well, your body shuddering as you gripped onto Jisung.
And while Jisung cried out as he felt you unintentionally clench around his cock, making his overstimulation get worse, he still made an effort to kiss your cheeks, making sure you felt grounded.
It wasn't long after when Minho came, either. He let out a nice groan, pumping his load into you, holding you up against him to make sure you got it all. And as the three of you calmed down, you looked to both of them, letting out a breath.
"No more arguing about tits and ass, please..." Your voice was raspy. Dead. Fucked out. It was music to the boys' ears.
"I mean...if this is how the argument is gonna get resolved, I think we should argue about it more." Jisung just smiled up at you as he spoke, Minho humming an agreement. It only made you sigh.
"Why am I dating you two?"
"Because you love us."
"And our dicks." Minho couldn't help but add it in. And all you could do was sigh.
Yeah. You did love them.
And their dicks. But...mostly them.

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It is possible to remove a human soul. For a long time mages thought there was no way to do it. Even the darkest creations of magic, vampires, werewolves, banshees, all still have souls, even if they're twisted and dark. But now, in this industrial age, we've found the way to remove a soul to be simple...
...You have to rip it out yourself...
Only you can remove your own soul. Nobody else can take it out for you. It's a simple spell but you have to remove it for yourself, on your own. You have to decide that you're better off not having one rather then having one. You have to make the choice yourself, that you'd rather be empty.
People without souls aren't some sort of shocking monster like how scifi movies and philosophers texts predicted. They are simply people, except they are entirely without any want or desire. They just passively exist without wanting anything, still doing what they have to do, but not yearning for anything more then what they have. The only physical difference that we've found is that those without souls are ever so slightly desaturated.
There are many people who remove their souls. About 0.2 percent of the population, which is small but not that small for a major curse that one has to inflict on themselves. There are a lot of people in this world who don't want to have wants.
Someone out there there's a worker in a coal mine, her lungs filled with ash, the skin of her feet and hands hardened by labor. She has decided to remove her soul, it was too painful for her to want a better life, so now she doesn't. She used to dream of finally getting out of her poor mining town, of going to university on the emerald coast, of seeing a wyvern with her own two eyes, of being a singer in some shining city, and now she dreams of nothing. She has no desire for a world beyond the mines, though the black air still scratches at her lungs, she doesn't have the feeling that she wants a better life. She still eats little more food then what her father can shoot, but she doesn't let her hunger for more be anything but physical sensation. When the miners form a union her soulless body is the first scab to side with the company. She is satisfied with the pay that she has.
There's a preist out there whose removed his soul and considered it enlightment. He tells the small fringe church that this is enlightenment and hopes to show the rest of them what he's found one day. He is finally what he considers pure and without desires. But the people who know him the most closely are the most disturbed. The other preists say that he no longer bothers to sing songs, or watch the sunrise over the mountains. The children complain that he doesn't take time to read stories to them like he used to. He tells them he no longer has the pain of even the most basic desires, that he has finally reached a calm, but nobody really has seen him happy since the transformation, calm and peaceful, but without any of the things that make him happy anymore.
There is a nobleman living on the shores of the emerald coast, who ripped out his soul waiting for a lover who will never return. He fell in love with a boy when he was young, and stayed with him for nearly a decade. But now the nobleman is being forced to marry some woman his father selected for him, and the man he loved is off somewhere he'll never know. He could have had that grief of mourning, could have remembered that smile, those shining eyes, those flowing locks of hair reaching like the arms of the sea across his chest. But he chose not to cry. Chose not to have happy memories. To be something empty that his father would be proud of.
Some say you shouldn't rip out your soul because some wants can be fulfilled, because the slave can find the freedom they yearn for, for the artist can finish their great works, for there is happiness to be had...
I think there's a simpler reason to not want to rip out your soul, I think it's better to be sad then to be empty. Within yearning for what cannot be there is some comfort, regardless of if the darkest of fates can be escaped or not. When there is only emptiness it the pain my become quiet and calm, but it's not like you won't be hurt, just that the despair surrounds you so much, and the pain is so deep inside you, it doesn't look like pain anymore.
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Can you do a multi character blurb of the pitt characters reacting to their baby's first words/first steps??? I saw the one you just did about Mateo x reader and he had baby fever and it was so goood!!! Keep up the good work, your doing so great and some day you'll get noticed how you should <3 (I was so surprised when I saw you only have 50 followers!)
Mini-Multi — Baby's First: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Jack Abbot, Frank Langdon, John Shen, Heather Collins, and Mateo Diaz
Notes: Since you didn't specify which characters, I went ahead and picked at random!! I hope you like them and their babies :3c
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Michael “Robby” Robinavitch: Your baby's first words is Bobby. It would be Robby, if that tricky r sound would cooperate, but Bobby works just fine regardless. They say it on a day that you're visiting your husband at work, standing around the nurse's station and talking with Dana, when your baby spots their father and exclaims a loud “Bobby!” while reaching their arms in his direction. Everyone promptly freaks out, and yes, Michael cries again. Can you blame him? He's his baby's first word.
Jack Abbot: Jack's just coming home when he sees the two of you nodded off on the couch, taking a nap together despite probably only having just woken up. He doesn't mean to wake either of you, but you both sense his presence. Your baby, who had been asleep on top of your chest, slides off of you and to the ground, then shocks the both of you by sleepily waddling over to their father with their own two tiny feet. It wakes you up immediately, and Jack picks the kiddo up when they reach him, all of you sharing a bone-crushing family hug at the milestone.
Frank Langdon: You're all seated in the living room together, Frank splayed out on the couch with the kids all surrounding him on different spots while you lounge on the armchair. You're used to him being the favorite, so you're not bothered by the attention he's getting. In fact, it makes you very happy, that he's so loved by people who are unafraid to show it. Neither is he, apparently, because he spends his entire time with your third baby trying to teach them to call out to you. Their first word ends up being just that, thanks to your husband's efforts, and that's something you'll never forget.
John Shen: It catches the two of you completely off guard when it happens, shocking you speechless with sheer joy. You'd been standing in the kitchen in your lover's arms, gently swaying from side to side to the sound of music that's not actually there, when you both turn your head at the same time find your baby standing on their feet and mimicking your motions. Excitedly, you gesture for them to come forward towards you, and celebrate with many, many kisses when they do exactly that, practically sprinting their way at the two of you with wobbly legs.
Heather Collins: You spend the majority of your time with your baby, and you use nearly 90% of that time trying to convince your baby to call Heather mama. You point to pictures of her while saying, say it when you hand them to her, write it above the abstract stick figurine they draw that's supposed to be her. It pays off when they do eventually say it one morning, while you're in bed watching her getting ready for work, and she freezes in her tracks upon hearing it. She looks from you to your baby, connecting the dots, and wraps the both of you in her arms, peppering you both a sea of teary-eyed kisses.
Mateo Diaz: Mateo's hellbent on making your baby walk the second they reach the age range where they're supposed to. He practices with them at home, helping them by holding their hand and leading them places around the baby proof house. The first time your kid walks around unassisted, you and Mateo clutch at each other and start jumping up and down hard enough to shake the earth as you shake each other with so much excitement it seems to be contagious, making your baby laugh at your silly antics.
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The reason I go with the popular head canon that Dami and Dick are extra close is not so much the fact that Damian was Dick's Robin. Yes, that was a catalyst for their meeting, but not the thing that caused their relationship to take off, y'know?
To me (or at least the way I characterize them both in my own writing) Damian and Dick are very similar both in their anger, compassion and general complicated relationship with authority. Dick needed someone to ground him, Damian needed someone to lift him up. Both of them became that for each other through a mix of circumstance, personal similarities and whatever else.
And the outcome was Damian being Dick's robin, lowercase r. Like... What Dick was to his mother, Damian is to him.
That's why they're extra close in my head-canon land.... that's his literal kid. Dick's inadvertently helped raise a lot of kids (Cass, Lian, most of all Tim) but Damian was the first one who for a good bit there, he had to be everything for. Damian had no friends, no contact with his family, no respect for anyone or anything... all except Dick who managed to earn his trust.
That said, Tim is definitely Dick's ride or die in my mind, but not in the way your child would be. They're brothers, above all. Now, if they met in different stages of their life, in a similar situation to Dick and Damian's? Maybe they'd be father and son too, honestly. Like D&D, D&T are very similar people. I've unironically have a number of AUs where Dick and Tim are the main focus and are closer than Dick and Dami. (I actually have one where Dami and Tim are closer and Dick is a footnote... I love that au....)
........Anyway, feel free to ignore this. This is all my personal view points and I'm not saying this is canon or objectively the right way to write these characters AT ALL. Dick and Tim being closer than Dick and Dami is definitely a valid take, I'd just like to explain my obsession with my personal favorite two goofy goobers :)
hey fanon warriors who say damian and dick are extra close bc damian was dick’s robin did you know dick was batman to tim robin in batman prodigal. did you know tim has been robin to three different batmen. did you know prodigal was shortly after knightfall (when jean-paul was batman) and this was all also during tim’s first year as robin, while his dad was in a coma/later in a wheelchair and needing tons of help doing stuff and his mom had just died and bruce was constantly leaving tim (a thirteen year old) to do shit on his own (robin i, robin ii, knightfall, prodigal) and i haven’t read nightwing and its been a while since i read robin 93 but from what i remember dick tried really hard to be a consistent presence in tim’s life at a time where everything was being upended for him and they should be just as close as dick and damian are. did you know that.
#Both Tim and Dami are Dick's emotional support dogs#one is silently staring at you like it wants you dead and the other is constantly barking no matter what#he'll violently crashout if you look at either of them wrong#dick grayson#damian wayne#tim drake
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the lucky ones
summary: Hinata x Reader. on your twenty-second birthday, your well-meaning family does something awful.
word count: 1.5k
cw: reader's parents do something shitty, insecurity, mild peril, not a soulmate au but the concept of soulmates/fate/etc is central
a/n: elements of truth everywhere... aunt saki and uncle junichi's stories are real... everyone in my family met their life partner by age 21... i'm cooked
"We just want you to be happy," your mother says, her tone apologetic even through the tinny audio of your phone.
You smile with gritted teeth and wrap the arm not holding the device around yourself. It's cold standing outside the restaurant, your thin cardigan not doing much to protect you from the wind chill.
"I told you we shouldn't mess with this kind of stuff," you hear your father chide her, barely loud enough for the speakers to pick up on. "Just let it be the kid's birthday. We'll come now, okay?"
You have... a particular family inheritance.
Your grandfather and all of his siblings and all of their children met their soulmates by the age of twenty-one.
Aunt Saki met her husband in junior high, starting dating in first year, and have been married for twelve years. Great-uncle Junichi and his wife went to high school together and never spoke, then bumped into each other on the street while both on vacation in a different country a year after graduation and have a summer home there. Your mother had been engaged, met your father at university, and penned a letter to her fiancé right away that she had met someone who would make her laugh for the rest of her life.
To make things worse, they're all deliriously happy. You grew up surrounded by couples who loved each other truly, madly, and deeply, your childhood belief in fairytales cemented by the plethora of evidence all around you.
When you got to be of dating age, that belief had been rudely shattered.
The rest of the world didn't live like your clan did. You went on first dates and came away being told that you expected too much, that you would never find a partner willing to do all that for you.
You're nice, but I don't think I can give you what you need.
We're so young. I'd have to be crazy to commit this early.
I can't see a future with you.
Each mismatch chipped a little further away at the bubble your family had built. At the same time, as the years passed, your relatives began to grow antsy, subtly nudging you when an attractive man walked by, failing to comment casually when you posted a photo with a pretty friend. You wanted to think it was sweet, that they wanted the happiness for you that they had, but the closer you got to leaving twenty-one behind, the more you began to feel like each matchmaking effort, blind date, and engineered meet-cute screamed "what are you doing wrong?"
"This is ridiculous," you say finally, squeezing your eyes shut. Despite yourself, a tear slides down your cheek. "This is—don't bother coming. I don't want to see you."
You'd been meant to meet them for dinner tonight—for your fucking twenty-second birthday dinner—but you'd arrived at the restaurant and been guided to a table for two, an ornate display of roses sprayed up between the chairs, and a man waiting for you.
You hadn't been proud of it, but you'd refused to even speak to him beyond a perfunctory get out, knowing exactly what your parents had done. You click off the call and wish you could throw your phone in the street, tilting your head up and trying to force yourself to take deep breaths. How your own parents standing you up was supposed to make you happy, you had no idea.
You sigh and walk away from the restaurant, knowing that you'll never be able to come back. It's a shame; you really liked their coq au vin.
It's a busy night downtown. People stream past you on the sidewalk, couples and families laughing, the city lights so bright you imagine they're twinkling along with the music of love. You'd be appreciative if you weren't feeling so crushed.
You don't mind that you haven't met the love of your life. You know love is still out there—out there for you, even, not as jaded or lovelorn as your family seems to assume. You just wish the expectation from all the epic romances you grew up with wasn't so high-pressure.
As you stew, your pace quickening as you visualize the bubble bath and bottle of wine waiting for you at home, you don't quite look both ways when you cross the street.
There's a gust of wind—a screech—a shrill noise you only realize a few seconds later is your own scream. You blink and suddenly you're knocked on your ass, sprawled back in the middle of a cross walk, one of your wrists bent at an awkward angle. You stare into the headlights of the car that just missed hitting you by a hair, shaking out your wrist once you're sure it's really not moving anymore. Not broken, but it'll be stiff for a few days, you're sure.
"Oh—" there's a bitten off curse. You're still a little shocked as the owner of the car, his hair as orange as the vehicle and hurtling towards you twice as fast, rushes out, babbling apologies. "I'm so sorry, are you okay? Did I kill you? Crap, I killed someone!"
You shake your head slowly, starting to push yourself up and wincing as you lean on your bad wrist. The stranger offers you his hand, putting a hand on your back, not too low, steadying you. It must be the adrenaline—your nerves spark under the touch.
"Thanks," you say, your voice low. "Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."
"No, I'm sorry," he shakes his head vigorously, unintentionally shaking you a bit with him. You laugh a little. It's hard to be angry with someone so dynamic.
You sneak a glance up at him as he guides you to the sidewalk. He's also handsome. He's stocky, well-muscled from what you can tell of his body that's supporting yours, but his face is almost pretty, his features delicate over strong bones. There are earrings, little gold studs, glinting in his earlobes that you hadn't noticed until he'd come this close. His eyes, though: they're alight with life, shining under the streetlights even as he's so obviously worried about you. You lose your breath all over again.
"I should make it up to you," he says when you've safely reached the sidewalk. "You could hit me, if you wanted." He starts fishing around in his pockets, presumably for his car keys, before you can even process that insane sentence.
"No, I don't want that!" You blurt as he pulls out a keyring, trying not to look at the way his shorts stretch around his thighs or his button-up over his pecs. "You don't have to—just, um, what's your name?"
"Shōyō," he says, and you can see it in his eyes again, that spark warming and steadying, like a wildfire put in a hearth. "Yours?"
You tell him. "Seriously, you didn't hit me."
"But your wrist," he takes your hand, stroking rough fingers over the exposed skin of your arm. There are bandages on some of them, making you wonder what he does for a living. Maybe carpentry? When your breath stutters in your chest, you swear he heard it from the snap of his gaze to yours, the subtle twitch that pulls you closer to him.
"It'll be okay," you insist. "But, um, if you really wanted to help me out... I've had kind of a shitty night and a ride home would make things much easier."
"Yes!" He says, his volume making you flinch back. "Sorry. Yes. Of course. Be happy to."
His car is still in the middle of the street, the hazards blinking merrily. It's a nice car, you note, its color as bold and vivacious as the owner. As you slide into the passenger seat, Shōyō holding the door so you don't have to use your injured hand, you notice something that makes your heart drop in your chest for the second time that night. A spray of red roses sticks out of the cupholder, the stems carefully protected by a clear wrapping.
"Are you on your way to a date?" You ask as he gets in on the other side, blinking at you owlishly until you gesture to the bouquet. "I'm so sorry, you really don't have to do this—I don't want to make you late—"
"No!" He assures you, yelping over your stumbling speech. "No. I, um, actually was coming back. She cancelled last minute. In fact," Shōyō says, tugging the roses out of their makeshift sheath. "I think these are for you."
You accept them, wordless with shock, slouching down a little in your seat. When you touch your cheek, your skin is warm, your chilled fingers against it enough of a sign that you're awake. Your phone buzzes under you, a notification from your dad that you swipe away without looking.
You were a late baby, stretching out your due date and waiting almost until midnight for the timestamp on your birth certificate. You're not twenty-two for another few minutes.
"Shō," you say, not sure what confidence possesses you to call him by a nickname when you've only just met. "What do you think of fate?"
#haikyuu!! x reader#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader#hq!! x reader#hinata x reader#hinata shouyou x reader#hinata shoyo x reader#hinata shōyō x reader#hinata x reader fluff#haikyuu x reader fluff#haikyuu!! x reader fluff
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I just saw your response to gifmaker anon (sending hugs to anon!). First, let me just say thank you for being such a safe space here on tumblr and providing emotionally intelligent advice! It always warms my heart to see your replies to asks.
I am not a gifmaker or videomaker or writer or anything really (although i am tempted to try, maybe soon) and i have also struggled with loneliness in fandom, especially here on tumblr on which i am new. I was wondering if you had any concrete advice on how to reach out in fandom spaces, especially on tumblr? When is it ok to DM someone, and about what? I guess i’m afraid of taking up ppl’s time and energy, and that they think I’m weird or not fun. I have sent asks, but it honestly makes me very anxious, mostly because i never know if the tone carries.
And also how to make others reach out to you — Is it only through creating things, like fics and art? I think i’m a bit scared that what i want to make is not something a lot of people will like, and so i will just have written something i care about and then bare my soul by posting it and then just stand there in silence because no one connects with how i think, or no one understands it.
Lots of love to you!
link to the ask anon mentions
Thank you for the love - and the lovely compliment! 💗
I'm not sure I'm the best person to ask about how to make friends on tumblr. I say that because my perspective on social media is quite different from a lot of folks. I grew up pre-internet in a rural area and so I didn't get online until I moved to a city for university. My first online interactions were using things like ICQ (think WhatsApp without the phone calls) and IRC (think Discord but text only) and mostly with people I knew personally, or friends of my in-person friends.
Because I was introduced to the habit of meeting online strangers through them being friends-of-friends, I kind of have that habit still in place? I don't see messaging someone as intimidating. Sending an ask or a DM isn't scary. It's just waving hi to someone at a party and seeing if they like the spinach dip.
(ironically, talking to someone I don't know at a party IS intimidating to me)
The biggest source of my success when it comes to making friends online has been going into interactions with the friendly force of the extrovert I'm pretending to be. You know how there are some people who just seem to create friendships out of thin air? I pretend I'm one of them. I'll wave hi in a new discord server and as soon as someone replies to me, I'm basically just
Generally speaking, I keep DMs to either conversations with someone I've spoken to before or questions that seem too private for an ask (that can be published publicly). That's just me, though. Other people might have different preferences.
If you want people to reach out to you, reblog ask memes. These are lists of questions that you're wililng to answer if folks drop one of the numbers/questions in your inbox. At least, that's the way they're supposed to work. Sometimes I see people reblog them by just answering all of the questions up front, but that removes the possibility of someone asking you.
One other thing - if you want to prove that you're willing to answer asks? You can always send one or two of those questions to yourself as an anon ask. Just like a busker might drop a few coins into the guitar case to encourage people to tip!
Don't worry too much about taking up space, anon. The internet is a vast expanse with plenty of room for all of us. And if someone doesn't reply? There's a 99.9% chance it's not about you at all. We're all dealing with a lot of stuff on any given day and sometimes answering an ask or a DM falls off the radar.
One last thing in this already long post - Do Not, Under Any Circumstances, Use Creativity As a Means of Getting Followers. I know that's a lot of capital letters, but I feel very strongly about that after years of running this blog. If your primary goal for writing fic or making art is to get followers or attention or make friends, then you'll feel really bad if that doesn't happen as a result.
Make the art because you want to make the art. Share the art because you want to share the art. When you make the creation about the response to it instead of the creation itself? That leads to crushing disappointment.
Best of luck anon! Much love back to you 💗
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You wanted him, he's here !!!
⚡Jay Walker⚡
More info about him :
Crashout every 2 minutes
When he does, his Scottish accent resurfaces strong
But usually it's not very strong (but never inexistent)
He's actually using that scythe with chains (?) (whatever it's called) but can honestly master any weapon with chains/ropes/etc
When fighting, he uses less his power than the others (except maybe Kai) since it's hard to control and can be very dangerous for the persons it touches (that's also why he uses gloves)
His style of Spinjitsu is inspired from taekwondo (if you look closely, you can see traces of Cyclondo in his movements)
He has a big scar on the left side of his body : it has been caused by his powers in Seabound, when he fixed the Hydro Bounty. As a consequence, he has Lichtenberg figures and he's paralyzed on the high left part of his face (eye, eyebrow). It comes with a very bad eyesight in his left eye and a loss of audition.
He's the only one of the ninjas to constantly have a bag, because at first it was for his glider. He built it bc he thought that could be a good idea with his power of lightning and bc he thinks it's cool. And when Cole is not here, he's the one to keep all the supplies, which annoys him a lot
In terms of civilian life, he works for Lobbo's Totally Rad Arcade. It's one of the only jobs he did he feels ok. Not too much pressure, he's around things he likes and he can occasionally show his skills to everybody.
He's surprisungly good at administrative work (I'm not sorry)
When people ask him about the scars, he always tells a different story. Every occasion is an occasion to seem cool
Yet he usually covers the biggest part of his scars bc he's afraid it can scare people
He visits his parents every weekend. They don't come into Ninjago City often bc they hate city life
Also regularly visits Unagami and Milton Dyers
He lives with Nya the floor above her garage and always wears his yang necklace, even when he sleeps
Down bad for Nya, always tries to rizz her even if they've already been together for years
He still has pointy teeth from when he was transformed in a serpentine in s1
He was Cole's best man at his wedding
He's part of the tech team with Nya and Pixal. He's mainly in charge of the desings
Doesn't know his bio parents are Libber and Cliff Gordon, but knows he's adopted. He never searched for anything about them (he didn't have enough time between two apocalypses) and is separated between the want to know what happened and the fear of what he could discover
Him and Lloyd bond around comics, when they're together, they're the ultimate geeks
Surprisingly, he's now the ninja who gives the best love advice of them all. Him and Nya went through so much so he knows what he's talking about
Crashout every time Kai doesn't listen to his advices
Noisy af
Certainly ADHD
Can't focus on something he finds uninteresting
Has a special interest for trains and knows Ninjago City's subway map inside out
Was bullied in school for his origins, his interests and his physical appearance, that's why he wore concealer and straightened his hair in the first seasons (and partially explains his comportment)
After the Merge, he got lost for a moment in the Land of Madness, but found his way back pretty quickly
Has a motorbike, it's like his baby
I had a lot of thoughts, apparently. (Maybe don't expect so much for others ?) If you have any questions, my ask box is open !
Hope you like it (and the art)
- Toad 🐸
#ninjago : toad's modern au#ninjago#ninjago au#lego ninjago#toad's au info#ninjago jay#jay walker#jay gordon#ninjago kai#ninjago nya#ninjago lloyd#ninjago pixal#ninjago cole#← all mentioned#ed and edna#jaya#ninjago jaya#jay x nya#my art#ninjago art#toad's au art#i def forgot z lot of tags it's late i'm tired forgive me plz#also tumblr destroyed the colors of my drawing 😭#we better be used to it i think#it looked better on my computer
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One of my favorite dynamic for bruce wayne and dick grayson is when they act more like brothers than father and son tbh. Hear me out.
While it depends on the continuity, bruce often was around his mid 20s when he took dick in, while dick was around 8-12 (again, depends on the continuity). This makes their age difference to be around 12-16 years, or something in that range. This is a similar age difference than what I generally see for dick and damian. And dick and damian's relationship is basically a big brother who became a parental figure after having to basically raise the boy for a while. I personally like when bruce and dick have a similar dynamic.
Not to mention all the potential the dynamic has for them. In fluff, angst, crack and basically everything.
Imagine the other batkids thinking that not only are they father and son like the rest of them, but they might also feel like there's some favoritism going on since bruce treats dick differently then the way he treats them. Until they realize that it's just because dick is more like his brother than his son, so of course he'd do stuff with him or talk about things that he wouldn't typically do with his kids.
And like, the way you treat your sibling is very different than the way you treat a parent or a child. From the bantering and annoying the shit out of each other, some inside jokes, to talking about some important stuff you wouldn't talk to your parent/child about.
There's also lots of potential regarding the league. Imagine the league being confused as to why batman and nightwing of all people are arguing about eating each other's left overs or some shit. Hilarious tbh.
A good comparison to that dynamic could be anakin and obi-wan, whoes age difference is also similar to bruce and dick's. And they're depicted as considering each other as brothers. I absolutely love to imagine bruce and dick treating each other similarly to how anakin and obi-wan treat each other.
Anyway, I desperately need more fics about these two acting like brothers rather than father and son. Let's make "bruce and dick are brothers" an actual tag please it would be so fucking funny I needed it 5 years ago
#batman#bruce wayne#dick grayson#robin#dc robin#nightwing#dc#dc comics#dynamic duo#bruce and dick#bruce and dick are brothers#they are to me#please guys it has so much potential#tell me y'all see the vision#like it's right there#come on people
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idk if it's because of marauders vs snape discourse that focuses on the first war to the exclusion of all else or evil dumbledore discourse that often frames snape as like, the good guy in dumbledore's camp and makes dumbledore the root of all evil or WHAT but this fandom is really sleeping on snape/dumbledore parallels. brilliant but lacking in high positions in society, seeming like outsiders, and possessing high ambitions, both had close intense friendships as kids/teens that shaped their lives, both explored dark magic, and both killed people they loved in the pursuit of ideals they later decided were evil, and then dedicated the rest of their lives to counteracting the harm they had caused at the expense of any kind of personal life--dumbledore's whole life is mostly wrapped up in hogwarts, he lives not far from his brother but barely talks to him, while snape still lives in the town he grew up in, hates it but cannot move on, they don't really have close friends who know anything about them. they also treat their redemptions as often very theoretical: they do harm in the course of trying to do good, and focus on the abstract greater good rather than the specificity of being kind to others. they both believe the end justifies the means. and are distant from their past while obsessed with it. and of course schoolteachers! though dumbledore is a better teacher--not as much though because he kinda treats tom riddle like a young grindelwald just as snape treats harry like young james. they treat other people like pawns and inconveniences, they devote themselves to spy games and manipulation, they both do agree to killing voldemort at the potential expense of harry's life (snape protests but doesn't actually stop it! he gives harry the memories that convince harry to sacrifice himself, acting out dumbledore's desgins even in death). they are experts at legilimency! they have arcane knowledge of magic. they are both important mentor-type figures for harry in their different ways. and of course snape essentially replaces dumbledore in DH, literally as headmaster but also as the instrument of dumbledore's last plans and as someone in possesion of extra information that the order fears--just as dumbledore held cards no one knew he had in every other book, snape is thought of by the order and the characters as someone with extra knowledge (like how they're afraid he'll show up at grimmauld) and then does play the same role as dumbledore at the end as the revealer of secret, plot-crucial knowledge. and of course they are the two most important mystery-box characters, where 'what is up with snape' and 'waht is up with dumbledore' are the two most crucial character questions of the series. the revelation of their secret pasts even happens in the same book! not very far away from each other! and they are two of the most controversial characters in the series in terms of fandom reception. i don't like the name albus severus, but it does make sense as drawing a parallel between two characters who harry previously saw as opposites but comes to see as quite similar...
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Clearing up Radical Feminist Misconceptions #5
"Radical Feminists/Terfs think that intersex women are mistakes/errors!!"
No one is saying this. On my blog, I wholeheartedly advocate for the support of intersex/differences in sexual development women. Just because they weren't born with two X's, or a uterus, or have variations in the way their reproductive system works doesn't make them any less of women. Does that mean I support medical mutilation or force depo provera for them to fit into the box of a woman who's reproductive system isn't atypical? Absolutely not. I am against these things.
Intersex/Differences in sexual development women are not mistakes. They are not errors and I advocate for them because a lot of women in my family are born with differences in sexual development who are so strong and kind. These women never come up in conversations unless they're used as a pawn for gender ideology. "What about intersex people???" they're still female or male.
An intersex person's existence isn't 'inherently queer' because there is NOTHING wrong with the way their body is created. If it deviates from what is typically seen in female biology, it's still beautiful. It highlights the gorgeous variations of womanhood and all these women deserve compassion, love and recognition OUTSIDE of being pawns for trans ideology.
Intersex/Differences in sexual development individuals are also very tired of their existence being used as a trump card.
I love you intersex women <3 and I especially love my auntie with turner's syndrome
#radblr#radical feminism#radical feminist safe#radical feminists do touch#radical feminists do interact#radical feminist community#terfsafe#terfblr#intersex
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if everyone has an oc i need one too. kinda ugly but whatever
Lance & Felicia Dewitt
they come from a pretty average family and only ended up in Bullworth because during a fight one of them told their mom to just send them to an orphanage already but she found a better idea.
their mom believed girls should look feminine and boys should look manly. This led Fel to chop off her hair one day and ditch makeup and skirts. Lance on the other hand grew his hair out just to piss her off.
they never really knew how to make friends and didn't even talk to each other much as kids.
the moment they arrived at Bullworth they tried to talk/help/fight with literally everyone just so people would remember who they were.
they would literally stalk people they thought looked like an easy target, wait until they were alone and then casually approach like "wanna hang out?"
that kind of worked and now they bounce between different cliques and somehow get along with everyone.
they have fear of missing out especially after feeling like they wasted their entire childhood. so if you invite them anywhere odds are 99% they'll say yes.
don't really care how messed up you are — if you're entertaining, they'll like you.
click best with people who don't take offense easily.
Lance is naturally more outgoing and active while Fel is more observant and reserved. if they had come to Bullworth separately, Lance would’ve probably found a way to connect with someone on his own while Fel would’ve just stood in the most crowded spots hoping someone would talk to her first.
they'll hang out with people from rival cliques and claim they're "just listening to the drama, not taking sides."
can't truly hate anyone. one day they’ll bully someone out of boredom, and the next day invite them to hang out like nothing happened.
always lowkey analyzing whether they'd date someone they're hanging out with. they have multiple small crushes in every clique but don't actually plan to do anything about it.
basically no shame and no regrets. they believe life��s meant to be experienced.
Fel believes everything happens for a reason and that every experience will benefit her somehow. she’s convinced her entire life will be one big lucky break. Lance says he’ll become a musician and die at 27. no one knows if he’s joking or not.
Fel loves drawing. Lance is trying to learn guitar. he used to play drums at home but bringing a full drum kit to the dorm wasn't exactly realistic.
they try to share as many hobbies as possible because they believe it’s "them against the world" and no one will ever be closer to them than they are to each other.
that’s why when enrolling, Fel originally planned to pretend to be a boy so they’d get placed in the same dorm.
Lance basically lives off nasal spray. he has to use it every two hours or he can’t breathe. Fel whined her way into getting a nose job. Lance got braces to fix his mouth-breathing overbite.
secretly from preps they own a ton of thrifted clothes for every occasion but still end up wearing the same outfits every day anyway.
Fel draws henna tattoos for herself and for anyone who asks.
Lance is really into the Wild West and cowboys.
bleach each other's hair and it turns out different every single time.
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So I watched that movie you recced, and it hit all my favorite relationship tropes and I really want more of those two. The youtube comments seemed to indicate there’s a book series, but I cannot read Chinese and am deeply unlikely to learn in the near future. Do you know if there’s an English translation somewhere (and also what the name of the series even is)?
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Ohohohoho!
Okay, so, I will preface all this by saying that I haven't read most of the books and have only seen like half of the adaptations, so talking about this franchise in public is a little like being stupid about Sherlock Holmes stories in front of the ravening hordes of ACD fans who have Opinions™.
(In fact, Holmes is a pretty good analogy in terms of there being one original author, a lot of broad popularity, and a bajillion adaptations with new ones coming out all the time and many of them causing anger over the OOC.)
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Big picture, the franchise is DMBJ/Graverobber Chronicles/Lost Tomb. (Not Locked Tomb—that's the lesbian necromancers—but Lost Tomb.) It's a series of mega-popular webnovels about a naive young guy from a family of tomb robbers and his two besties he runs into at the beginning of the series. None of these three characters appear in the tentacle movie.
In addition to finishing the main novel series, the author has written a number of side stories or stories set in the future after the main plot. A lot of this stuff is unfinished. Multiple WIPs is not only the fanfic author way but the webnovel author way!
At some point in the books, our three heroes encounter various cool and mysterious side characters, including Black Glasses/Shades/Hei Xiazi/Hei Yanjing and Xiao Hua/Xie Yuchen.
In Ultimate Note, the actors had fantastic chemistry. The characterization was a little off from the books, and the timeline was butchered, so the Trufen™ were annoyed, but everybody else was like "That! Now! Yes!" The characters seem much younger there and Xie Yuchen is supposed to be actually young. The vibe is different than in the movie, but I ship both versions hard.
The author has teamed them up in some stories (as a consequence? Was this after Ultimate Note came out? I'm still a n00b to this vast and confusing fandom).
The book you're looking for is the adventure in Russia that is referenced in the final scene of the tentacle movie. The fan translation is machine translation that has been cleaned up, but the fan has done some research to clarify cultural points and improve the translation, so it's pretty decent as these things go. Would I love a really artistic, skilled translation by a bilingual fan? Sure, but them's the breaks. I thought it was still a fun read, and it's quite slashy.
I will say that some fans interpret "immortal" in the scene where Xiao Hua talks to the corpse as being the same kind of immortal as Hei Xiazi, and this is something a better translation could address. But even if they're different types of immortal, I still find the scene very interesting in light of how shippy I find heihua (the smooshname for our two dudes) and the fact that Hei Xiazi is listening to Xiao Hua's whole speech. I just... have a lot of feelings! You'll see what I mean when you get there.
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In terms of the franchise overall, the main three are Wu Xie (young, naive, goes through his "mob widow era" later and gets all dark), Zhang Qiling/Xiaoge (amnesiac, mysterious, turns up to save Wu Xie a lot, often with his shirt off and tattoos on display), and Wang Pangzi (The Fat One™ but also the hottest in some adaptations, fight me!).
Fandom mostly ships Wu Xie/Xiaoge (smushname "pingxie"), but some people—who are correct and right—ship OT3.
My faves are partly popular as a ship because they're fun together and partly because it gets both of them out of the way of pingxie. Hahaha.
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Anyway, the side character side story novel is Moving Forward Through the Flowery Night; The End Comes Without A Sound.
Black Glasses and Xie Yuchen head to Russia to investigate a mysterious floating corpse in an Orthodox Church. In the midst of it all, they are recruited to help protect a Russian family from a deadly attack by a feng shui master.
The main fan translation is by merebear. You can find it here.
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One thing you can trust about Langdon haters is that they love to cry about endangering patients but it's crickets when it comes to Santos, an intern, doing 4 (?) unauthorized procedures on patients, nearly killing one. Not to mention potentially exacerbating the alleged abuse between that father and daughter with her secret threat.
No one has to like Langdon but let's not exaggerate what actually occurred on the show and ignore the wrongdoings of other characters if you want to pretend to care about morals. All this does is show how much they look down on addicts and tells me everything I need to know about what kind of person they are.
If you didn't know it, you'd think Langdon was coked out of his mind the entire day, shooting up heroin in the break room, and had killed three patients based on the way they talk about him.
The entire first season has I think about 7 patients that involve drugs in some way and then of course Langdon's own story. The show is telling us that drug use doesn't always present like you think it does. It's not black and white. They've completely missed the entire point because they're mad one character yelled at the character they chose as their favorite. People need to grow up.
I do not hate Santos (I’m mostly neutral and becoming more endeared the more I think about her) but I do think her tendency to push off checking in with senior staff and to cherry pick cases/hunt for cool procedures can be dangerous. She’s also still clearly letting her past experiences affect her judgment in cases (which can be good with the attempted suicide patient, and bad with the CSA victim and her dad). I don’t see these things brought up a lot by the fandom but I also could just not be on the side that talks about it because I’m hyper focused on ER Barbie and Ken. TBH this is the exact stuff that makes the Pitt such a good show in the first place and so interesting because every character has their virtues and flaws and we see why it drives them into medicine and how it effects patients as well (And I do love talking about it).
If we want to get into the Santos and Langdon of it all, Langdon absolutely sees some of himself in Santos and I think he had a lot of hard lessons to learn as he’s gone through residency. Seeing some of those same bad habits and mistakes he knows from experience can and will go sideways is likely also setting him off with everything else going on. By this point in his career I believe he takes protocol seriously (and maybe it is also a control thing because there’s so much in the ER you have no say in at all), he wants to teach but Santos proceeding with treating patients because she’s confident in her experience is the trigger point because all she had to do was run it by a senior resident or Robby first and she still would have gotten the credit. I think Santos is eager to prove herself and has a wicked competitive streak. She wants to be the best at what she does and according to Robby, Langdon is his best resident. There’s a natural competition right there to want to overtake that one day. Santos also, doesn’t do well with authority especially when she finds it stifling or controlling and Langdon not giving her a pass immediately raises her defenses. These two are just rife for conflict with where they’re at and I don’t think we have to hate either of them because of it.
I think there are some people who Langdon’s character just rubs the wrong way and that’s fine, but there is for sure the subset that can’t handle talking about him with any nuance because of his addiction. The Pitt truly has (so far) handled addiction with such nuance! There is an opioid and fentanyl crisis currently ongoing in America and seeing these storylines play out is so important.
Personally, Langdon’s journey with addiction is very different to me. I do believe him when he says he wasn’t getting high. The class of drugs Langdon is struggling with does not always have a high effect and it’s extremely easy to develop a dependence on them if you’re over prescribed like he was and the hell of benzodiazepines is the withdrawal symptoms that appear. Anxiety, insomnia, depression, mood swings, physical aches and pains, feeling like bugs are crawling over your skin, muscle spasms, weight loss, sweating, hyper sensitivity, seizures, and the list goes on! It’s very likely he’s never been getting high at all but just staving off the withdrawal from his dependence on benzos. Should he have gone to a medical professional for help? Absolutely. But when you’re in the middle of something like that I don’t think you’d be making all the right decisions. Pball has called Langdon a high functioning addict, and it’s not something we’re used to seeing on our screens when it comes to portrayals of addiction.
All this to say I think the characters all deserve some more grace (except you Doug Driscoll) and I can’t wait to see where Langdon’s storyline goes in season 2!
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any recs for fics where spock is very sweet and affection seeking? tos preferred but aos okay as well!
Hey Nonny!
Haha your ask is perfect, exactly the kind of ask that I would love to answer on my birthday:D I’m a sucker for these kinds of fics as well, so I’ll try my best to compile a comprehensive list!
Never and Always, Holding and Held (TOS, 5526 words) by Bibarian
The entire galaxy think Vulcans hate being touched, but that's not the complete truth. Vulcans simply don't like to be touched by strangers. In private, with the people they care about, Vulcans can't get enough physical affection.
warm (TOS, 2014 words) by Sir_Bedevere
"You're going to look after me?" Jim said, suddenly a little shy. Jim Kirk, shy? He must be more tired than he thought.
"Come," Spock said, turning on his heel and leading the way to the bathroom. "I will administer to your needs."
After a tough day in the field, Jim is feeling more than a little overwhelmed when Spock offers to help him through it.
Home Renovation (TOS, 5581 words) by noodleinabarrel
Shortly before his first mission to Romulus, Spock buys a fixer-upper house with Jim. Although Jim is excited to begin renovating their new home, Spock worries it’s only a matter of time before his husband falls off a ladder and breaks his spine. Not to mention, the house’s derelict state is preventing Spock from enjoying his remaining time with Jim.
Count Your Days (TOS, McSpirk, 3076 words) by lenin_it_to_win_it
Spock plans a delightful anniversary surprise for Jim. Meanwhile, Jim is being threatened by a mysterious assassin. Surely the two are unrelated.
love, i think (TOS, 2999 words) by snek_of_eden
Nobody knows who professor Spock’s husband is. All they know is that he really loves him.
You're the Area 51 For Me. (AOS, 3807 words) by Meanderingthrough
Spock Greyson is an alien. Why won't anyone acknowledge this but Jim? Spock Greyson can not be human. Between the ridiculously good grades, the shiny hair, and the dexterous fingers that Jim just knows have an extra alien joint in them, there is no conceivable way that Spock Greyson could be anything but extra terrestrial. Jim is going to prove it.
just a human (TOS, 3137 words) by rhapsodicalfreddie
Proposal: prospect of selecting the captain (James T. Kirk) as mate, by Commander S’chn T’gai Spock.
Either Once Only, or Every Day (TOS, 2850 words) by scioscribe
They had said their vows—and every day since then, Spock had presented him with some small token of regard.
Pleasures of the Mind (AOS, 930 words) by whiteraven1606
For a prompt from the LJ community tarsus_iv_fic: 7. Spock loves Jim's mind. Even the parts of it that Jim doesn't want to let him see.
Quiver (AOS, 2661 words) by Jaylee
Jim is hesitant to allow Spock to meld with him.
beautiful (TOS, 687 words) by sunshine_captain
Jim thinks he isn't beautiful anymore. Spock begs to differ.
A Comedy of Errors (TOS, 6655 words) by yeah_w_r_i_t_e
“We’re gonna start with the classics,” he told Spock over their chess board. “Knock-knock jokes. Knock, knock!”
Spock looked at him with an intense expression for several seconds before saying, “Is this funnier to one with English as a native language?”
OR: Jim tries to teach Spock human comedy, Spock goes overboard, and the crew thinks they're going insane.
Eye of the Beholder (TOS, 6152 words) by WeirdLittleStories
Vulcans have very different standards of beauty than humans do, but it truly doesn't matter to Spock that Kirk is physically ugly by Vulcan standards, since Kirk's mind and character are so very beautiful. And as time goes on, Spock finds that love begins to work a sort of magic...
It's Not An Illusion (AOS, 118714 words) by Borealisblue
The Enterprise comes across a mysterious planet with a series of caves that manifest copies of loved ones. These copies are taken from a person’s mind to allow them to confront and heal the turmoil in their heart.
Jim is shocked when a copy of Spock shows up professing love for him and while he had never considered falling in love with his first officer, this copy allows him to explore the possibility. The real Spock would never have to know. The copy’s touch is electric and his body is warm and inviting, there’s just one problem, Jim doesn’t realize, it’s not a copy.
throwback (TOS, 695 words) by sunshine_captain
Spock is fixated on Jim's stomach; Jim wants to know why.
Special Delivery From The Stork (TOS/AOS, 12143 words) by NightOwl1
Spock is lonely and wanted a baby brother, after a misunderstanding and an accident a baby Jim is dropped into his lap courtesy of a stork. Taking this to mean that Jim is his new baby brother he takes Jim out for a day of fun.
Fulfilling the Needs of the One (Or the Both) (TOS, 8741 words) by plaidshirtjimkirk
Spock begins to wonder if his relationship with Jim has been one-sided in his own favor.
Um. I’m sorry if they’re so diverse? Like some kid fics and some OMS in the mix, but in compiling I just really thought of ah. Spock being affectionate HAHAHA I hope you still enjoy nevertheless.
Happy Reading!
—M
#star trek#k/s#star trek fanfiction#spirk#spirk fanfiction#spirk fic#k/s fanfic#spirk fic recs#spirk fanfic#spirkficrecs-ANSWERS
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