#at this point the characters in it are literally just characters

[headspace-hotel]

Notes on Torturing The Character In The Science Facility

my takes on this trope rarely if ever have anything to do with the character being "special" or being studied for powers they innately have, if they are special its something that was done to them

it's about the medical trauma

it's about the violation and lack of bodily autonomy

the "living weapon" trope, but the key characteristic is catastrophic functionality

i love, love, love the concept of "catastrophic functionality" in a person: character that can tank ludicrous amounts of damage and just Keep Going in virtually all circumstances barring outright dismemberment. They can keep going, so do they "deserve" rest and/or pain relief?

after a lifetime of having their distress treated as whiny and unreasonable, they have what would be a dangerously high tolerance to pain and exhaustion.

another key function of the Science Facility is to fix the damage Character takes, maybe using enhanced healing technologies or 3D printed organs or something. this leads to Character's body being treated as relatively disposable cause "we can just fix them"

extreme version of this: Character can't die even if they wanted to

people who work with Character are informed that they're dangerous and arbitrarily violent, and their fear of Character makes it easier to justify restricting autonomy

It is TRUE, cause Character does not have tools to set boundaries or protect their body other than violence. vicious cycle of being perceived as dangerous and therefore denied autonomy, and being forced to use violence to defend autonomy

the restraints used to hold Character look like major overkill, which underscores how dangerous they are. LOVE this trope

character being desexualized to the point that their non-consent to touch, to being stripped down and examined, or to procedures is trivialized. There is no non-clinical context for their body, and the "clinical" framework eclipses any possibility for bodily violation to be understood as violent.

types of uncanniness: Character looks human but has some subtle inhuman traits or characteristics. (I'm obsessed with reflective eye shine, personally.) OR Character looks like they've been taken apart and put back together, like flesh pulled over a much more unforgiving and indestructible metal scaffold. OR Character gives off "undead" vibes; they're just not quite alive in a way that sets off air raid sirens in people's brains

Often, Character is dead and Came Back Wrong (varying levels of literalness)

anyways yeah. i never stopped writing this trope and probably never will. it's a good one

[call-sign-shark]

@cillmequick Alex, I am speechless. This is Amoscore but literally to the core. This is the soul of the character speaking. Not only I am flabbergasted by your understanding of the character but, as I’m working on HYE and him… That’s so on point. I mean… here’s something I wrote weeks ago and that I shall give you

“Everyone is scared of me here, Von Bismarck.”

Amos stared at the man’s eyes. While his expression had been frighteningly neutral during the whole talk, the corner of his lips stretched almost unnoticeably.

“Do you know the difference between you and me, Mosley? It lays in the fact I don’t need to voice it. I don’t need to shove it to your face.” He leaned in, bringing his face closer before whispering, “And, right now, as I face you, you reek of fear. Just like them.” As his smirk wretched, his dark eyes glinted with something worse than threat: excitement.

The creature that wants to kill you will not growl.

The function of a growl is as a warning. It is a communication that violence is available as a tool, but is not preferred. Other outcomes, besides your death, are available and should be considered.

But the creature that wants to kill you will not growl.

If your death is the goal, then growling will only serve as a delay and may result in your escape, which runs counter to the goal. There will be no growl, no warning. There will be no snarl or hiss or bluster. The creature that bares its teeth with the intent to kill only does so to bring closer its fangs to your demise.

The creature that growls does not want to kill you, but will if it must.

I advise you to appreciate the warning. You may not receive another.

[moonydanny]

Since we're seeing BoBs complaining ✨️again✨️ about Tommy being a pallbearer, let's just think for a second.

It's been pointed out before a million times that it's customary to have members of a Captain's house carry the coffin, that's why it's not Harry or May. Next.

"But Tommy isn't in Bobby's house, it makes no sense." If we're using that argument, Eddie also shouldn't be a pallbearer because, at the moment, he's not a member of the 118. Next.

"But Tommy didn't even really know Bobby." Babes, we can't keep having to quote canon, on-screen moments that prove this wrong every time just because you ppl watch the show with your eyes closed and your ears plugged. Next.

"Well, why don't they put another random firefighter from the 118, then?" 😮‍💨😮‍💨 Okay. Let's put on our thinking hats for a second. Who is the General Audience going to be less surprised to see in that spot? A random firefighter who we've never seen before ('cause they've never even been consistent with the last names of the background firefighters, let's be real)? Or the recurring character who:

Was an OG member of Bobby's first crew at the 118 and who spent months under his command.

Was a key element in saving Bobby and Athena from the cruise ship last year.

Was a part of the most recent, two-part emergency where he was a key element in saving Bobby's crew.

Dated Bobby's pseudo-son for 6 months.

Bobby *verbatim* said was good people and good for Buck.

Has been mentioned constantly, even in episodes he wasn't in, keeping him in the audience's mind.

Seriously? WHO makes more sense? A random person we've never seen or the character who was literally in the previous episode who has many connections to Bobby, even beyond their own personal one?

Like, be for fucking real. BoBs, babes, you just don't want to see Tommy 'cause you hate him. JUST SAY THAT instead of trying to pull dumb empty arguments from your asses. At least that way you people would be honest. 🙄🙄

[theresatzu]

Blue Lock characters and the pretty interviewer

Pairings. Blue Lock character x reader

Starring.//Isagi Yoichi//Bachira Meguru //Itoshi Rin//Michael Kaiser//

Tags. fluff//future fic//interview

Isagi Yoichi

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗Nervous mess all the way

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗Stammers when asked questions

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗Keeps stealing glances at you, but it's literally so obvious, it's painful

"So, Isagi-san, what did you think of today's match's outcome?" You asked, turning to him.

Isagi , who had been silently glancing at you, flinched, his eyebrows shooting upwards, cheeks turning an adorable pink.

"Uh... me?" He pointed at himself, looking very much like a dear caught in clear daylight.

"Yes, you." You chuckled.

At your slight laughter, Isagi went even more red.

"Oh... uh, it was great. Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at you.

When you inclined your head to continue, Isagi 's mind went blank.

He blurted, "I think you're really pretty."

You shot him a confused look.

"UH, I mean, the match went pretty. Pretty well." He poorly corrected himself.

You eyed him amusedly. "Oh? Care to share some of your insight for your adoring fans?"

"My... insight?" Isagi repeated, a little breathless.

Because it was warm. Because he was warm. From the match.

(The match had already concluded three hours prior).

"Uhm... there were some really good... uh... plays." Isagi answered, stealing a glance at you, only to see that you were already looking at him.

His eyes widened, darting away. "And... uh..." What the hell was he even talking about? "Rin had some nice saves."

"Rin?" You tilted your head, "He wasn't in today's match, was he?"

"Oh! Oh." Isagi's lips parted, his eyes flicking from left to right to come up with an answer.

"Uh... I meant... he would have made a few good saves if he were in the game. You know... with uhm..." He faltered.

You nodded at him, beckoning him to continue, eyes attentively set on him. Isagi swallowed arduously.

His throat ran dry. Isagi coughed.

The silence stretched on.

He had to answer, now.

But with what? Rin with... with what?!

You were still looking at him, eyes expectant and so pretty-

"Pretty eyes." Isagi blurted out.

You frowned, confusion on your face. "Pretty eyes?"

Isagi went bright red. He could hear Bachira next to him shaking, doing a poor job of concealing his gleeful cackles at Isagi's predicament.

"Uh... did I say pretty eyes?" Isagi chuckled. It was strained and awkward.

"What I meant to say was... uh... predator's vision? Like when... when your vision of the field becomes really limited, you know?" He finished rather lamely.

"...Yeah." You slowly nodded your head, eyeing him with a mix of befuddlement and concern.

Then you turned to Bachira next to him, and Isagi could breathe a little bit easier. Though, his heartbeat didn't settle down, his cheeks felt like they were on fire.

Keep it together, Isagi. He said to himself. He was a goddamn world class footballer. He didn't do nervosity.

He had faced off Itoshi Rin and survived.

He had led Japan to the World Cup and carved his name in the football world.

He had become the top striker of his generation.

There was no way he was going to start being nervous now.

But he still felt his heart doing a little jump every time you looked at him.

Bachira Meguru

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Just sits close to you, his eyes barely leaving you

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗Thinks every question is directed at him

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗Is just one ball of sunshine, especially when your attention is on him

"So... Isagi-san, what is your opinion about how Japan has thus far fared in the World Cup?"

"Oh, well I think--"

"We're doing amazing! Did you see my super special dribble?" Bachira excitedly interjected.

"Dude." Isagi nudged him, an unimpressed expression on his face. "That was my question."

"Oh! Oh." Bachira deflated, sitting back again.

You chuckled. "Don't worry Bachira-san, you'll get the next one."

Bachira's eyes lit up at that, but they dwindled when you directed your attention on Isagi again.

Isagi began talking again. Bachira leaned back in his seat.

He bounced his leg impatiently, Isagi's thorough analysis on Japan's performance fading into the background.

Bachira's eyes flicked to yours, his bottom lip jutting out a little when you actually seemed captivated in Isagi's story.

Bachira eyed the two of you suspiciously, noting that Isagi was also sitting the closest to you.

Pursing his lips, Bachira stood up.

Isagi shot him a sidelong glance, raising an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"This seat is uncomfortable. Can I sit there?"

Bachira pointed at Isagi.

You let out a snort. "You want to sit on Isagi's lap?"

Isagi guffawed, going bright red. "PR, PR!" He hissed at Bachira. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Move!" Bachira whispered back.

"Wait, what? Wha--" Isagi yelped as Bachira shoved him aside.

With a straight face, Bachira sat down, not even looking at Isagi, who was on the ground, mouth hanging wide open.

"Dude."

Bachira tactfully ignored Isagi, flashing you a bright grin, as if nothing had occurred in the past few seconds.

"You wanted to ask me a question?"

Itoshi Rin

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ He's really quiet during the interview, like, he'll answer questions, but just the bare minimum.

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Avoids eye contact like the plague, but he'll try to steal a look at you the moment your gaze is elsewhere

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ When he's caught looking, he'll freeze up, scowl fixed on his face. But if you look closely, you can see that the tips of his ears have turned a handsome red

"So, Rin-san, how did you think the match went?"

Rin's face was stoic, looking at the cement wall behind you.

"...It went well."

"You've scored a magnificent goal during the game, how did you pull that off?"

"...Just predicting the game and being in the right position."

Rin sighed, glancing to the side. Looking like he wanted to be anywhere else.

A tense silence fell.

You coughed, forcing a strained smile on your face.

"Rin." Isagi made a face at him. Rin raised an eyebrow.

You chuckled awkwardly, shuffling your cards. Were there any questions left?

With the way Rin had curtly and concisely answered the questions, you had rushed through the interview, with no more inquiries at hand.

It was clear Rin wasn't in the mood to field any questions: clear avoidance of direct eye contact, standoffish demeanour, and closed-off answers.

They were all tell-tale signs that Rin was itching to just leave.

You sighed, heart sinking in your chest.

You had been hoping to hold this interview with Rin since months now, being an avid admirer of his intricate playstyle and his tactics on the field.

However, it seemed that the sentiment wasn't returned.

"Well, I guess we'll wrap it up for today," You said, hiding the disappointment in your voice.

You looked up from your cards to say goodbye to both Isagi and Rin.

Your eyes met teal, irridescent ones.

Rin's eyes were dazed, a soft edge to them. A stark contrast to the cold look in them during the interview.

You tilted your head curiously.

Noticing you looking, Rin's eyebrows rose. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second, a flustered look flashing in them, lips parting slightly.

He looked away, jaw tensed, and the moment was over.

Your eyebrows went high, intrigue welling up.

...Or maybe the sentiment was returned.

It was in the minute details, you assumed.

When Isagi nudged Rin playfully, shooting a knowing grin his way, which maybe meant Rin tolerated you, that was only an assumption.

When Rin's ears turned a lovely red when he looked at you, that was also only an assumption.

But when you shook Rin's hand, and looked him in the eye, that was only confirmation.

Michael Kaiser

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Flirts. Charms. Is not professional at all. "Accidentally" lets diminutives slip.

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Either answers questions about himself in a cocky manner, or is the one asking you the questions.

"So, Kaiser, in the last match, you managed to pull off a move called the "Magnus Impact", how did you do that?"

"Well..." Kaiser said, a confident quirk to his lips, "It's an unparalleled move of mine, and it paid off." He answered simply.

Then, he shifted, leaning his head on his arm, his eyes shooting to yours. "But what about you? How did you pull off that good look of yours?"

You choked.

"Wha--?" Your eyes went wide, spluttering.

Excuse me?"

Kaiser leaned in, his finger brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch leaving goosebumps on your skin.

"I know that my Magnus Impact is based off on my pure talent. I'm guessing your lovely look is natural, too, no?"

"Oh-- uhm..." You didn't know what to say. "I... guess?"

Kaiser hummed, leaning back in his seat again. "Thought so."

When the proximity between you two lessened, you let out a breath, quickly fixing your eyes on your question paper.

However, unbeknownst to you, Kaiser was still looking at you, eyes roaming over your features, a pensive expression on his face.

"Though, why did you choose to pursue this interview career of yours? You could've easily made the highway, Schätzchen."

"Huh?" Your head shot up from your cards.

"Mhm... lovely smile, natural blush, mesmerising eyes. And above all, a charming personality." Kaiser winked at you.

"Oh... uhm, I--" Didn't know what to answer. "Thanks?"

Kaiser let out a handsome chuckle, pushing the bangs out of his face. "Liebe, no need to thank me for your attractiveness, I'm only calling attention to the objective facts."

Your face went red.

"Though, if I might share my subjective opinion," Kaiser said, voice teetering on low.

"I'd say you're the prettiest girl I've ever met." His voice was barely above a whisper, a teasing edge to it.

The air was punched out of your lungs.

What in the Wattpad was happening?

"Uhm..." You cleared your throat. "While I do appreciate your compliments about my... looks, let's keep it professional, shall we?"

Kaiser smiled slightly, before nodding. "Whatever the lady wants. Fire away any questions you want to ask." The corners of his lips quirked upwards.

You inclined your head, shuffling through your cards.

Kaiser tilted his head,chancing a glance at your cards, an amused undertone to his voice. "Though, only professional ones."

A flush overtook your features.

The rest of the interview went swimmingly.

Kaiser expressed in detailed display his opinion and was consistent in his answers, so it came as no surprise that you could wrap up your interview early.

"Well, that went fast." You said in a surprised tone.

You stuck out your hand. "Thank you so much for your time, Kaiser."

A smile played on Kaiser's lips. "The pleasure was all mine."

You turned around to leave, but fingers gently clasped around your wrist, lightly tugging you back.

You came face to face with Kaiser.

"Oh... hi?"

"Hi." He said softly. "You have some time left?"

You checked your watch. You had a break scheduled now, so yeah.

You nodded.

Kaiser sat back down, gesturing for you to do the same.

Obliging, you retook your seat, a confused look in your eyes.

Kaiser leaned back in his chair.

You eyed him, puzzled.

"Well?" Kaiser tilted one eyebrow. "Don't tell me you don't have any questions for me, miss Journalist."

"...questions?" You repeated.

A handsome grin flitted on Kaiser's lips, he raised his eyebrows, his eyes falling on your cards.

"I... alright, but I'll have to go in an hour." You conceded, not wanting to pass up on this opportunity.

Kaiser tilted his head. "Whatever the lady wants. Fire away any question you have."

Your eyes widened, giving him an inquiring look.

"...unproffesional ones are allowed, too." Kaiser drawled.

Your face went up in flames.

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Masterlist

[almostwisegalaxy]

Where she sees me

Yeon si-eun x fem reader

The reader has a shy character in this story

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Bus 23, late afternoon. The sky hung heavy and gray, as if the city was holding its breath. Raindrops pounded the metal roof, a crescendo of dull beats. Yeon Si-eun, backpack on, shirt immaculate despite the humidity, stood still—rigid, frozen like a sculpture rain could never erode.

And she was there. For several weeks now. Same stop. Same silence. Y/N. Always sitting in the same spot on the bench, shoulders drawn in, fingers intertwined, staring at an imaginary point ahead to avoid all human presence.

He’d noticed her on the second day. Not because she stood out—she never sought to be seen—but because she had a quiet, constant presence. He’d watched her from the corner of his eye, never too long, never enough to betray interest. But he saw her. Every day. And soon, he began to search for her with his eyes the moment he left school. He hadn’t told anyone.

Except Su-ho. Because Su-ho saw everything.

"You’re scary, man. You look at her like you’re trying to solve an unsolvable equation."

Yeon Si-eun hadn’t answered. Because he didn’t have the words. Because Y/N escaped him. Like a recurring dream whose meaning always slipped away. He just knew she worked. Every evening, without exception. She always looked exhausted, like fatigue was stitched into her skin. She never carried a backpack. Never any sign of school. She lived a different reality.

That day, the rain fell harder. Passersby ran, umbrellas open like shields. But not Si-eun. He stood there, unmoving. He hadn’t brought an umbrella. He hadn’t expected the downpour. He could have run to the bus. But he stayed. Near her. As always.

Then she stood up. Slowly. Walked over. He didn’t move. And she raised her umbrella over his head. No words. Just that gesture. Then she handed him the umbrella. He wanted to speak, to refuse, but she had already slipped it into his hand. Then she walked off, soaked, leaving behind a deafening silence.

Su-ho had seen everything, of course.

"Tell me that’s not love. The guy’s on the verge of a stroke over an umbrella."

He had laughed. Loud. And Si-eun had looked away, slightly blushing, unable to respond. Because something had shifted inside him that day. Not a lightning strike. Not a tidal wave. More like a slow crack in his wall of control. He had never felt this. That soft burn. That need to understand her. To get close.

But he still hadn’t spoken to Y/N.

Days passed. He kept the umbrella in his locker, like a talisman. And he kept watching her, endlessly. Same bench, same weariness on her face. He imagined her days. Work. Exhaustion. She hadn’t chosen an easy path. And him? He fought in alleys and rooftops, armed with pens. He felt dirty. Unworthy of her.

"You know, you don’t need to recite her a poem. Just sit next to her."

That was Su-ho’s plan.

In the bus, as crowded as every evening, Su-ho suddenly stood up with suspicious speed, giving his seat to Si-eun—right next to Y/N. No warning.

Si-eun froze. Literally. Back stiff. Ears red. Y/N glanced up, surprised, but said nothing. Silence settled over them like a lead weight. Su-ho, two seats over, was watching with a wide, mischievous grin.

"Don’t sit there like a robot! Relax your shoulders, man!"

Y/N turned her head slightly. Si-eun tried to sit up straighter. Failed. He caught her gaze for a fraction of a second before jerking his head so fast he banged it against the window. Su-ho burst out laughing.

"Did you see that?! He’s gonna give himself a concussion just to avoid eye contact!"

Y/N had smiled faintly. And Si-eun felt swallowed whole by that smile. He wanted to say something. But the words were still trapped.

In the following days, he sat more naturally. Always next to her. One day, he pulled out a small handkerchief and handed it to her when she sneezed. She took it, almost surprised. Then she said:

"Thank you."

A soft voice, tired. But it was the first time he heard her.

And the silences grew denser, more charged. As if they held all the words they couldn’t say.

Then came the fight. Violent. Si-eun’s face was bloody, clothes torn, knuckles burning. He hadn’t seen her coming onto the bus. He climbed on without thinking, eyes blank. Passengers avoided him like an open wound.

But not her.

She got on too.

He wanted to get up, to flee, to hide. But she sat beside him. And without a word, she pulled out a tissue and gently wiped the blood from his cheek. He closed his eyes, unable to breathe. He wanted to cry. Scream. He felt ashamed, miserable. But she didn’t run. She was there.

And that’s when he understood. This wasn’t an obsession. It wasn’t fascination. It was love. Raw. Intense. Silent, but vast. Something beyond him, draining all strategy, all planning.

That day, he said:

"You shouldn’t see me like this."

She simply replied:

"But... I see you."

And that was enough.

Later, he told Su-ho about the scene, omitting the most tender details. But Su-ho understood.

"You’re done for, man."

And he was right. Because from that moment on, Y/N was in every heartbeat. In every fight plan. In every silence of his day. She wasn’t just the girl at the bus stop anymore. She had become his peace. His fixed point in the chaos.

And even if he kept fighting. Even if he bled. He knew that, somewhere, Y/N saw him. And as long as she stayed, he’d hold on.

He’d hold on for her.

And for the first time, Yeon Si-eun wanted a future. Even a blurry, uncertain one. As long as it had Y/N in it.

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[yuikomorii]

// On a serious note, Yui in Ayato’s More Blood route might be the most complex version of her character. At first glance, she appears to be this fragile, helpless girl just in need of affection—someone you’re meant to sympathize with. Nevertheless, once you start paying attention to her actions rather than her words or expressions, a very different picture emerges.

Beneath that docile façade lies a deeply possessive and obsessive side that gradually becomes more prominent, to the point that she’s the villain in 2/3 endings.

In MB, there’s this widespread belief that Yui acted the way she did simply because she wanted to feel special to someone. But that is WRONG. Yui didn’t want to be special to just anyone, she wanted to be special to Ayato, and only Ayato. Her actions weren’t about a general longing for affection; they were laser-focused on him specifically.

This becomes obvious in Dark 2, where she literally admits, while under the influence of a truth serum, that she likes Ayato because of the pleasure his bites bring her, and because she finds him very cute. That’s it. Not because of his personality, or anything deeper. She straight-up says it’s about the physical sensations and his looks. What’s striking is that this shallow reasoning doesn’t change and she holds on to that mindset for 99% of the entire route.

Even Ayato wasn’t blind to this. In one of the MB short stories, he outright acknowledges that he knows she’s only using him for her own pleasure. And that realization is most likely the reason of his colder behavior towards her.

Here’s where things get even more telling. At this point, Yui and Ayato aren’t even dating nor being lovey-dovey, which means there’s no commitment between them. So when Ayato begins to distance himself and starts feeding on other girls, coming home covered in blood, Yui’s reaction is so extreme that she literally is on the verge of a panic attack. Yet it’s not because she’s worried about the girls themselves. No, she doesn’t care about them at all. Her only concern is that they are the ones receiving Ayato’s attention and pleasure. Her jealousy isn’t rooted in morality or empathy, it’s simply possessive and selfish.

The brute ending makes Yui’s shallow obsession painfully clear. Yui gets sexually frustrated and ends up cheating on Ayato with Ruki, but during that scene, the person she imagines biting her and the one she gets aroused by, isn’t Ruki at all. It’s Ayato. Despite Ruki being the one physically with her, the fantasy in her head and main source of her desire is still Ayato. Why? Because even if Ruki’s fangs could give her just as much physical pleasure, it didn’t matter, since he didn’t look like Ayato. And for Yui, that made all the difference.

The most infamous scene of Yui’s obsession is the Manservant ending. That’s where her desire for Ayato completely crosses the line from emotional fixation into outright possession and SA. In that ending, Yui puts Ayato in a vegetative state, rendering him completely unresponsive, and keeps him that way so she can use him as her personal pleasure doll. She basically strips him of absolutely everything just to ensure that he belongs to her and her alone. I believe one of the reasons why this ending is so disturbing is because she showed those signs throughout the route, which proved whatever she was doing there to be a natural escalation, rather than a shock factor.

credit to: dialovers-translations

Yui is indeed a sweet and kind girl, but she’s got so many underlying issues that sometimes I honestly feel like even the Diaboys are more reasonable than she is, lol. That said, I do appreciate that the writers didn’t paint her as some pure victim who always gets the short end of the stick. It’s actually refreshing to see a heroine who can be just as possessive, obsessive, selfish, and controlling as the love interests themselves.

[vortexbloom]

TW: Straight Ships

The HoYo fandom can be so annoying sometimes -_- I mean, sure, you´re free do dislike ships, but why is it always straight ships that get so much hate just like that? Not only that, if a straight-shipper would post something like this, saying "Ew" to gay ships then they would be called homophobic and that is def understandable, but that doesn´t mean that yáll should be acting like this towards straight ships. The creator of this TikTok even put a Trigger Warning for the video that says "straight ships," to avoid triggering people that don´t like straight ships. If someone would ship a literal child with an adult or sibling then I would understand why the person would say "Ew," but this is just a person that hates on people just because they are a straight-shipper. You´re free to critisise a ship, but this isn´t criticism. Just let everyone ship whoever they want (as long as its not incest or something) and leave them alone if you don´t agree with them. Also, please remember that HoYo never confirmed that their characters are gay/straight/lesbian etc. so don´t act like the characters you ship are canon.

Edit: I saw some people talking about the tags I used. Don´t get me wrong, I do undestand your point of view, but I used these tags based on the fandom and the characters. So I would appreciate it if no more people comment about the tags I used under this post. Why? I just don´t want to explain my reasons over and over. Thanks ^^

Edit 2: It’s actually so funny how there are more people arguing with me about the tags instead of my post 🤣 But I’m honestly tired so I deleted the tags, hope y’all are happy now :) I also deleted the hate comments and the comments about the tags. If you wanna argue then pls text me in private, no need to make others see our ridiculous arguments. Thanks.

[callmecoke]

In the midst of my depression I just want to let everyone know:

If you’re infertile, or simply don’t want children, your fave cod character will love you regardless. Literally any one of them.

I’m tired of seeing so much about domestic breeding kink and blah blah house wife blah blah bare foot and pregnant blah blah. Especially as someone who is chronically terrified of the idea of being pregnant to the point of panic attacks

So for anyone like me, yes, the cod men and women wouldn’t force you to have a child. They’d get it, they’d understand. They probably wouldn’t want kids either. They’re not going to abandon their relationships with you because of you not wanting or not being able to have kids. Because they want you, first and foremost. Anything other than that comes second.

This applies to ALL cod characters. Yes, even Price. Yes, even konig. Yes, even Johnny. Yes, literally all of them.

Anyone who says otherwise is an idiot and probably heavily biased. They also hate child-free people and probably women /j

You’re deserving of love outside of your ability to have a child. You’re deserving of love outside of the EXPECTATION to have a child. You are you, and that’s enough. Both in the real world and in the fictional one.

[pikahlua]

I legitimately don't know who else to talk to so... I'm so tired of being a Bakugo fan who doesn't like Deku. It's like Horikoshi himself doesn't gaf about Bakugo and only wants Bakugo as a tool for hos precious little MC. Bakugo is so dehumanized in the series that no one cares about him outside of connecting him to Deku. He is not even allowed to be higher than Deku in a ranking where Deku is technically quirkless! Ngl, I feel like I want all the money I spent on MHA back but I don't know who to rant to or talk to. This ain't fair result for Bakugo at all

I understand you don't know who to talk to about this, but I'm honestly flabbergasted you came to me, one of the most openly critical people of the inclusion of those rankings in the first place. They mean nothing. They're honestly a joke. I can't imagine taking the fact that Katsuki is one rank below Izuku as anything serious and offensive because it's so meaningless. The *only* meaning you can ascribe to this situation is that Katsuki's heart truly wasn't in the competition at all until Izuku got back in the game. Now he's getting to do the exact thing he wanted to do so badly he cried openly about it to Izuku in the hospital--he's getting to chase after Izuku again. I can only assume that these rankings would just fluctuate all the time after this point. One of them will always be chasing the other, no matter who is "out in the lead."

And please be wary of using terms like "dehumanized" in reference to fictional characters. These aren't people. They literally are intangible objects. Katsuki literally is a literary tool to be used in a narrative. You're treating this mini-chapter as though it's depicting a static situation that will never change for the rest of their lives. But it's your job as a reader to infer the dynamism into the little details. Plenty of other characters care about Katsuki, and we've been shown that throughout the series. Plenty of fans care about Katsuki, and they have demonstrated that in their fan creations. Horikoshi himself even said in this fanbook that his favorite part of the story to write was the story between Izuku and Katsuki. It's not shocking in that case that he'd focus more of his attention on fleshing out the relationship between them than between Katsuki and anyone else. Nothing about that implies to me that Horikoshi doesn't care about Katsuki.

So if you want to vent to someone about your frustrations, maybe write a blog post or find someone who is upset about the same things as you. But if you want someone to counter your feelings and give you a reason to change your mind, this is about all I'm willing to provide. Good luck out there.

[elviora2570]

Nct dream reaction to you wearing their oversized hoodie

Pairings: nct dream x reader | Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life | Word Count: 2.3k words

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Mark

Mark walks into the practice room balancing two iced americanos like he’s running late to a meeting (he is). He’s halfway through a yawn when he sees you curled up in the corner, hoodie sleeves swallowed past your hands, nose buried in your phone.

“Hey,” he says, setting the cups down. “You look comfy.”

You hum, distracted. “Mhm.”

It takes him a second. The hoodie isn’t yours. It’s his. Black, frayed drawstrings, the little bleach spot near the hem from that one time he tried to do laundry at 2AM with full confidence and zero sleep.

Mark stares.

“Wait… is that mine?”

You glance up, blink once. “Oh. Yeah. I was cold.”

He short-circuits. “No—yeah—I mean, cool. You can—like. Wear it. Totally fine. Totally—” he gestures vaguely, “—hoodies are for sharing, right? Communal hoodie spirit. Robin Hood of hoodies.”

You smirk. “You okay there, Captain Metaphor?”

Mark flushes and clears his throat. “Just sayin’. You wear it better than I do.”

You don’t miss the way he keeps sneaking glances at you throughout the day, quietly smiling to himself like he just won the lottery in slow motion.

Renjun

You’re lying on the couch in their dorm, thumbing through your camera roll, when Renjun walks in with a towel on his head and socks half on, still damp from his shower.

He stops short in the hallway.

His hoodie. On you. You, sitting there with the hood up, sleeves nearly to your knees, looking like a cozy little thief.

“Yah,” he says sharply. “What are you doing?”

You raise a brow. “Sitting?”

“No. That. That’s my favorite hoodie.”

“Okay? And?”

“And I was looking for it for two days!”

You laugh. “It was under your bed. You literally threw it there.”

Renjun squints like he’s been personally betrayed. “Still. You didn’t even ask.”

You pat the couch next to you. “You want it back?”

He trudges over dramatically, flops down beside you with a sigh. “No. It smells like you now. It’s yours.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“Wait. Are you blushing?” you ask, nudging him with your shoulder.

Renjun scoffs, turning away. “No. Shut up. I’m just warm.”

“From the hoodie?”

“No. From rage.”

You grin. “Sure, Jun. Sure.”

Jeno

You come out of the kitchen wearing Jeno’s dark green hoodie, sleeves pushed up, spoon in your mouth from whatever snack you were taste-testing. You look cozy and distracted and glowing in the afternoon light.

Jeno looks up from the couch like a man seeing the sun for the first time.

He blinks. “Is that mine?”

“Yup,” you say, not even trying to hide it. “Smells good.”

He frowns slightly, but it's not angry—it’s more confused. Thoughtful. Dangerous.

He leans back, arms crossed. “Interesting. Because I don’t remember loaning that out.”

“You also don’t remember where you left your AirPods. So.”

Jeno squints. “Where did I leave them?”

You point to the counter. “Under the banana.”

He pauses. “We have bananas?”

You nod. “Not anymore.”

He blinks again. “Did you eat them?”

“Focus, detective,” you tease. “We’re talking about your hoodie.”

He leans forward, all mock intensity. “Okay, Miss Hoodie Thief. Give me one good reason I shouldn’t reclaim my property.”

You pull the hood up and give him puppy eyes. “Because I look cute?”

Jeno deadpans. “That’s unfair. That’s—emotional manipulation.”

“Is it working?”

He groans. “Unfortunately, yes. But you owe me hoodie cuddles. That’s the new tax.”

Haechan

Haechan sees you in his hoodie and physically squeals. Not metaphorically. Squeals.

He runs over, makes a whole scene—hand over his heart, staggering dramatically like you just proposed.

“Oh my GOD,” he gasps. “You’re finally one of us.”

You laugh, half-shoving him as he drapes himself across your shoulders. “One of who?”

“The Dream Hoodie Cult,” he says gravely. “Founded by me. Ruled by fashion. You’ve been initiated.”

“I stole your hoodie while you were in the shower.”

“Exactly,” he whispers. “A sacred ritual.”

You burst out laughing, and he leans in to sniff the collar.

“Wow,” he mutters. “You somehow made it smell better. What is this? Witchcraft?”

“You’re insane.”

“I’m in love,” he corrects. “Look at you. You’re swimming in it. You’re a hoodie ocean. A sweatshirt mermaid.”

You try to wiggle away, but he tightens his grip.

“Nope,” he declares. “You’re stuck with me. Hoodie twins till death do us part.”

You roll your eyes. “You say that now. Wait until I get food on it.”

He gasps. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Watch me.”

Jaemin

You’re sitting cross-legged in the corner of the bedroom, reading, when Jaemin walks in post-dance practice. He smells like deodorant and effort, his hair sticking to his forehead.

Then he sees you. In his hoodie. The light blue one. The one that’s basically his emotional support garment.

He goes very still.

“Is that…?” he begins, voice a little hoarse.

“Yup,” you say without looking up.

A beat.

“Are you wearing anything underneath it?”

You smirk. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

His brain bluescreens. You can practically hear it. The silence stretches.

Then:

“Okay,” he says, a little unsteady. “That’s illegal. You can’t just… exist like that. That’s—hello? 911? I’d like to report an act of violence against my heart.”

You pat the bed next to you. “Come cuddle, Mr. Flustered.”

He stumbles over like a man possessed, climbing into the blankets, arms wrapping around you instantly.

“God, you’re warm,” he mumbles. “And soft. And you smell like—wait. Is that my shampoo?”

You shrug. “Borrowed that too.”

Jaemin groans. “At this point, just take my whole life.”

You grin into his shoulder. “Tempting.”

Chenle

You wear Chenle’s hoodie out to brunch with the guys. It’s loud, slightly ridiculous, and has a tiny embroidered dolphin on the front. You adore it.

Halfway through the meal, he notices.

“Is that—yo, wait a second,” he says, nearly dropping his chopsticks. “That’s mine!”

You raise an eyebrow. “Nice of you to catch up.”

“WHEN did you steal it?!”

You sip your drink. “Last week.”

He gapes. “That’s my gaming hoodie! It’s got the lucky sleeves!”

You laugh. “It’s literally just fabric.”

“It’s mojo! You’re ruining the vibe!”

Despite the complaints, he doesn’t ask for it back. Not once. In fact, he stares at you like you’ve sprouted sparkles and butterflies.

Later, when you’re walking back to the dorms, he nudges your shoulder.

“…It does look better on you.”

You smirk. “I know.”

He groans. “Don’t get cocky.”

“Too late.”

Jisung

You show up in Jisung’s hoodie without a word, acting like nothing’s different. He notices immediately. Not because he’s obsessed (though maybe he is a little), but because that hoodie has a giant rip near the pocket and smells vaguely like mint gum.

You’re wearing it like it’s Chanel.

He stares. “Where did you find that?”

You shrug. “It was in the laundry. I claimed it.”

He hesitates. “It’s kinda old…”

“Vintage,” you correct.

“…and big.”

“Perfect.”

“…and smells like—me.”

You look up, a little softer now. “Exactly.”

His ears turn red. Bright red.

“I—uh. That’s. Cool. You can. Keep it. Or whatever.”

You step closer. “You sure?”

He nods, but his voice breaks slightly when he says, “Yeah.”

Then you casually fix the collar and pat his chest, and he looks like he might evaporate on the spot.

“Dead,” he mutters to himself as you walk away. “I’m already dead. This is a dream. No pun intended.”

[rmbunnie]

Okay, here's part two of my Green Arrow: Seeing Red thoughts. I'm going to be talking about the much more well-debated side of things here, and that is, of course, the Mia-Jason side of things. I don't really have a thesis for this essay of a post, besides the basic ground rule that I don't think Jason intended to kill Mia, and that's written out pretty clearly in the text. Also that the idea that Jason was lying about his history and beliefs to manipulate Mia (to what end people never really say, as similarly to the "killing her" misconception, he also wasn't trying to recruit her or really make her do anything) isn't particularly supported by anything in the storyline OR any of Jason's previous characterization, adds very little to the story except maybe peace of mind that his entire presence and everything he says aren't worth thinking over because they're just lies anyways and one contribution to a hypothetical callout post for fictional character Jason Todd that needs to be beefed up with conjecture because actual published stories about him aren't cutting it, and kind of just doesn't engage in like, the basic concept of accepting the premise of a work of fiction imo. I do love a good theory, but there's no subtext really there to support it, and the only piece of evidence is just "what if the story itself was wrong." What if he was lying? Well, then it would serve no purpose and go nowhere. What if Oliver Queen was secretly named Pete Arrows and they just didn't say it ever. What if. This is really just going to be loose thoughts on the storyline, but having said that:

I think Seeing Red coming relatively close after Heading Into The Light contextualizes the story in several really important ways: it makes Jason's actions read even less as an attempt at lethal harm with Dr. Light's actual go at killing people in mind, and it gives Mia a reason to be on high alert. Whether it was an intentional parallel or Winick just had certain scenarios he liked to default to during the mid-2000s I can't say for sure, but Heading Into The Light gives us a benchmark to compare Jason's scheme to of a sadistic villain intending permanent harm through an attack with shared elements to Jason's... thing, only implemented much more severely. And let's be clear, two things can be bad, and Dr. Light is the genuine worst. He is potentially the easiest character to ever be a better person than. but lining them up side by side? Dr. Light attacks Mia's school with full attendance, remotely mass murdering her classmates in a very methodical and near-instant pattern as a way of drawing her out. Jason shows up in her high school gym at night, when the building is empty, and attacks with the single goal of prolonging their conversation as he goads her to fight against him more and more viciously. Dr. Light actually DOES explicitly mock Mia for her HIV status, both internally (implying Ollie would be predatory towards her if he wasn't afraid of catching AIDS) and externally "(I guess hookers really are street smart and tough,") as well as making uncomfortably suggestive comments towards her ("Not quite the schoolgirl in that belly shirt. I feel like you should be in a bar with eight other girls. I could always go for some jello shots.") Jason brings up Mia's history specifically as a response/correction to "You don't know anything about me." Tactless to say the least, but not unprompted like one would expect from a taunt (and like Dr. Light's references to Mia's abuse,) and much less derogatory than "you hookers are tough." The part of his statement that reads as aggressive is centered around Mia's (alleged) unwillingness to kill, her status as a victim isn't the target of his scorn. Which, that isn’t a feat to be clear, i just don’t think he’s mocking her for her diagnosis like I see claimed. In terms of reaction: Mia usually likes to dish it out back, and when Dr. Light disparages her her knee-jerk reaction is saying he has no right be talking shit about her when he's dressed like that (to summarize.) When Jason says they're similar in background she just goes back in for another attack with a yell. Which seems like she might be more upset with Jason's reference than Dr. Light, but not like her usual response to insults.

I also think it's worthwhile to note that the gym is, up until this point in the comic, exclusively the setting where Mia came out to her entire school as being HIV positive. I wouldn't assume Jason knows that specific info, but the location already has a strong association with Mia revealing a personal secret to her peers, and it's where Jason's little chat with her, another teen sidekick, about them having similar pasts and parents goes down. It could be adding a layer of legitimacy or subtext to Jason's speech through the parallel to Mia's earnest coming-out and bid for understanding from her peers, it could be tainting Mia's reclamation of her diagnosis to have the place where her past was owned become the place where it linked her to a guy who cuts off heads -- do with it what you will. The gym is blown up at the end.

Jason actually does lie to Mia in this one, just not about himself or his past. He says that when she runs out of arrows, she knows that's gonna be it for her, and he'll be coming for her. It's technically true in the sense that she does know that, but it's ultimately an incorrect perception. Her bow breaks halfway through the fight, and Jason tosses her a pair of swords, then waits for her to get back up to keep fighting. In the end when she's pinned down, unarmed, and he's coming towards her with a knife, there's a panel of her face as she more or less accepts her fate, before it cuts to her safe outside of the building. So. He will not be getting her when she runs out of weapons. (I am so curious what happens on their end in the time between those panels, besides "he lets her go.") This also establishes a pattern of behavior consistent with his Onyx encounter, and which leads me to believe the Onyx interaction probably wouldn't have ended with him killing her either: He starts the combat with a big display of strength (kidnapping Mia/stabbing Onyx in the shoulder,) frees the opponent from it (unties Mia/dresses Onyx's wound with his special instant suturing bandaid,) insists that he's going to kill them if they fight him, and then doesn't. With Mia, he lets her go, and with Onyx, he's interrupted before she can start attacking (which he's waiting on her to do.) But applying the Mia pattern to Onyx, I do in fact think he's full of shit, and that even if Bruce hadn't shown, we can retroactively assume he would likely have had little intention of actually killing Onyx.

I just think it's fun that Mia's high school is named after Dennis O'Neil (Green Arrow/Green Lantern) and Kevin Smith.

I find it vague what Jason means when he says Mia "understands that very bad things need to be done to accomplish a great right." Obviously it's just Jason's worldview, that evil can be a tool to accomplish good outcomes, and the simple answer is him broadly saying she can relate to it, but why is he telling her? "You do [understand]" feels more personal than that, and what the "great right" actually is, in regards to what Mia is doing, seems unclear. It's a separate statement to "doing bad things just to get by" which references her/their background/s, and frames the good outcome as just surviving another day. I'm sure for Mia it reminds her of the end of City Walls, when she shot that guy because she had to take his wall/police-state curse down, but the thing is, even if she didn't like it, and had a major crisis of conscience over it, she did kill that guy. Not that Jason knows. In general, Green Arrow has much less of a revulsion to killing and death than Bruce, for whom it's nothing short of a fixation. So unless Jason just doesn't know that about Green Arrow, nor that Mia had already killed, it's a really weird point to argue. That probably is the situation, Jason just straight up does not know and is projecting his dynamic with Bruce onto a more understanding father, but it's a weird page, with the cut from him closing in on her to her safe outside, the emphasis on his dagger. Could Jason coming over to her with his dagger, taking into account the fact that she's open and he's shown to not kill her despite this, be following the pattern, shown twice in this issue alone, of him providing opponents weaponry to use against him? Was the "bad thing that needed to be done" his way of prompting her to use the dagger on him, in line with his efforts to make her shoot for his face? Probably not. It's a stretch, but then again, he did move the encounter along to the "advanced readers group" where he starts to allude to his own past and their similarities only after Mia followed up on her threat to shoot for his eye, effectively setting up a system where she "progresses" for hurting not villains or criminals, but him personally. Reading too far into this, but something about that page feels odd to me. It's just SUCH an ambiguous place to cut the scene. Anyways, whatever he way saying there, Mia seemed to be convinced.

I think the thing that bothers Mia most about the Jason interaction, by far, is that it inspired doubt in her relationship with Oliver. That, and the idea that overcoming her circumstances might not be enough to actually keep her Good, which are kind of the same thing. Mia seems to take a lot of pride in being like Oliver, and almost sees him as a uniquely good man, in her history at least. (Connor too, but he's not in the same type of caretaker/authority role.) She spends a substantial amount of time majorly upset after she finds out he cheated on Dinah, which seems somewhat charged taking into account her history, and the fact that he saved her from that politician, saved her from her abusive boyfriend, always responded appropriately to her early series crush, while every other man she interacted with only continued to perpetuate her suffering. (I see Winick's Green Arrow critiqued for having Ollie cheat, and while I absolutely don't agree with the choice to kill Joanna off in the manner that she was killed, and Winick's interview answer when asked about the choice to have Ollie cheat was that he just liked writing Oliver flawed, which is fair, I also think it serves Mia's character really well to have this kind of trial come up in her new parental relationship.) In the same issue where Jason says she's emulating her new flawed "daddy," she lies about her favorite type of pizza so she can agree with Ollie. Throughout the issue, her points of contention with Jason are less about his stance on killing and more that his claims that they're alike are incorrect, at a point where all she knows about him is that he's no longer good, and his father thinks he's trash in the gutter. Ollie will understand when push comes to shove. Ollie is unlike every other figure she looked up to who came before him, and she is unlike Jason, who attracted the wrath of his father by turning to evil. And are their situations similar? In some ways. Like I said in my mentor thoughts, Ollie is much more aware of his role as a parent than Bruce. We see his reaction to Mia killing, which is nothing like anything Bruce would even consider with the extent of his hang-up. He does share his privilege and wealth with Bruce, which Jason talks about as the root of their unwillingness to compromise in their values, while he, Mia, and people like them sometimes have to make the choice to do wrong in order to survive. (I do also think there's something to the fact that Jason comes to the conclusion that Ollie wouldn't understand Mia after pressuring both of them to opt for lethal shots on him, which Ollie abstains from and Mia gives in to, when really, there isn't a ton on the line for them to lose against him? He makes himself out to be like the benchmark of evil for a hero to use lethal force to stop, but like, there's no real threat that needs stopping in these scenarios.) Neither show up to their sidekicks' explosions in time to help them. Whether or not they're the same, (which to be clear, I don't think Mia could be put in Jason's position with Oliver as her parent,) I do think Mia assumes pre-encounter that Jason was sort of passively on the unchallenged side of good until he got sick of it, with how she says "stay on the right side of the line," and I do think it scares her, a character so centered around overcoming her past, to see that another kid started out needing to do wrong, getting the opportunity to leave that behind, and then ending up finding it necessary again of their own volition. But the idea that she might have picked the wrong person to follow again, that even if you rise above you can still end up being Jason, and even rising above can mean putting aside your past and trailing behind your new dad's convictions while your own sit latent, is probably what has her pushing him away when he tries to hug her outside.

[bigfrozensix]

It's not as much the opinion itself as it is their tone. It's one thing to say "I don't think there's subtext" vs acting like people who think there's subtext are "wrong", especially when so many behind the scenes content points at there being at least some level of subtext, even if unitentional.

And the gay argument was just dumb, ngl, because it shows they have no grasp on what this conversation is even about. Of course a word that just happened to have a different meaning in the 50s isn't the same thing as a queer artist using his real life experiences to help craft a fictional character.

Plus, I checked their blogs and they seem to have these kinda views in general. So, I'm not sorry for putting my guard up when these words come from a Christian's mouth, because so many of them are literally against my entire existence.

“Ariel sold her voice for legs just because of a guy“

Meanwhile Ariel with legs;

Ariel already loved the human world long before meeting Eric (you don’t get a collection like hers overnight) and when she finally got a chance to explore it, she took it.

Ursula made it more about Eric than Ariel ever did.

[imogenkol]

I think what’s really frustrating about Bix and Cassian’s rekindled relationship is that we’re shown exaclty why they don’t work romantically and it just feels like a waste of time because that was already established in the previous season. They had on again/off again flings and relationships until Bix finally had enough. You can see her fondness and care for Cassian still during s1, but most importantly you can see how far past her limit she has reached with him. This is why I was disappointed that we were never given or even shown a good reason for them to be together again. We are just unceremoniously thrust in the middle of a re-established relationship one year in, one where Bix is essentially the stay at home “wife” while her “husband” is off to war — both arcs she is stuck waiting around for him.

Also Cassian does deeply care and love Bix, I will never deny that, however he does not understand her at all. Throughout this entire arc, he is treating her like she is fragile, he is paranoid about her safety to the point of shooting her down when she finally has an idea for something that brings a little spark back into her, then he gets irritated with her (albeit her out of character behavior in this instance with her bizarre issue with him killing an imp soldier) and once again leaves her behind to go on a mission, is oddly territorial with Luthen even talking to Bix while he’s gone. Cassian simply does not understand what she needs even when she’s literally telling him. Adria herself said that Bix needs someone she can rely on, someone who she can be in a team with, someone she can ask for help. I’m sorry, that’s just not Cassian, it never has been and Bix has learned this lesson over and over and I suppose she has to learn it one last time.

And that’s what upsets me the most. This relationship is meant to be Cassian’s blind spot, Cassian’s eventual heartbreak, and it is all to her detriment. There are so many different more interesting and more sensible directions their relationship could have progressed this season, but it truly feels like they’re setting up Bix’s death to be as heartbreaking at possible for Cassian, reducing her to his accessory to fuel his story like I’ve feared these past few years.

[secretgardensinmymindd13]

thinking about how buck and eddie’s love story is so beautiful exactly because they were written as friends first throughout the show

just to count all the small and grand gestures they did for each other, from the very beginning -

and they did it not because of some physical attraction, but because they just devoted themselves to each other platonically

because they didn’t have the instruments to recognize their romantic and sexual feelings for each other (like eddie repressing every single emotion known to mankind and therefore not being able to recognize his feelings most of the time, and buck keeping these thoughts somewhere very deep in his mind as irrelevant), they kind of had no physical spark that would motivate their actions. so they literally fell in love with each other’s souls

this is the definition of unconditional love

i think that’s my problem with bucktommy - because they really can’t compare to what buck and eddie have, what they built

like, i really don’t get bt shippers, ‘cause when i have buddie’s relationship right in front of my eyes, i can’t take bt seriously. they pale in comparison

and that’s not to diminish the relationships built on obvious romantic and physical attraction, like bathena and henren (madney probably counts as friends-to-lovers) - these couples are beautiful and amazing in their own way, and i consider them soulmates too

but i guess something about the best-friends-to-lovers trope will always scratch my brain, especially when it’s between two characters who believe - or genuinely don’t know - that they can have each other in a romantic way

it’s just such a raw and pure kind of love. and the longer these characters think they’re just friends, the more foundation for an otherworldly love they build with each brick of their platonic fondness and dedication

i really think that if the writers made shannon eddie’s endgame, and had them forgive each other and create a beautiful relationship like all the other couples on the show, i would’ve liked them. i think the actors had chemistry and looked good together, plus the characters already had deep history

and if they gave buck an actually interesting and fitting partner, i’d probably like them too

but then again, i’m so glad they didn’t - because eddie and buck’s characters are so perfect for each other in so many ways, i really can’t imagine them with anyone else but each other

there’s too much stuff between them, and the chemistry between the actors definitely plays a huge role too

when you have something so great in your hands, you don’t fumble it. (this is a message to the writers, because buck and eddie have been fighting the narrative for their love since day one)

and that’s also not to say romantic love is somehow superior to platonic love. as someone who cherishes her friendships even more than her romantic life at times, that’s definitely not the point i’m trying to make

but it’s just that, first of all, it’s what makes sense for these characters. and second of all, we as a society really need such a beautiful queer friends-to-lovers slow burn. i swear it will make history and lay the foundation for more layered and deep queer representation in the future

so, yeah, buddie being best friends who slowly fell in love with each other is my favorite thing about them

it’s the “i don’t have to want to sleep with everyone i have feelings for” part of it all

but they do want to sleep with each other, obviously, so i think they deserve it

just let’s go. let’s fucking go. let them kiss already

[dejabooooo]

Omg ok I think I found another extraneous detail that I can wildly contort into something that feeds my sick Stancest needs.

Stan’s fanfiction.

So here’s an excerpt of official audio from Alex:

The setup is that the duchess cheats on the duke with this self insert “stable uncle”. Ok what you’d expect so far, he self ships himself with the attractive female lead, and his romantic rival is a very well spoken duke with whom he has some mutual disdain for (hm… well spoken and antagonistic toward him, I wonder if there’s anyone he drew real life inspiration from…?)

As a side note, I would like to point out that he describes the affair as “forbidden” implying that forbidden love is an appealing idea to him...

But what makes this really interesting is the title of his fanfic. Which is this:

The DUKE’S Temptations, not the stable uncle’s or even the duchess’s temptations. The DUKE’S. Now this is a little odd considering that this duke character isn’t his insert character but rather a RIVAL to his insert character. The assumed scenario from the audio would be that the focus is on the duchess having an affair with Stan’s insert, but this suggests that the focus would shift and that the duke himself is tempted into an affair.

Given that the duke’s speaking patterns sound awfully similar to ford’s as well the petty jabs at each other sounding just as familiar, I think it’s safe to say that the duke is the ford insert character.

And being that the title is what it is, I really don’t think it’s a stretch to say that the duke must become the main love interest for stan’s insert. I mean Stan’s character must remain the protagonist right? It would be odd for him to write an insert fic without his own romance being the main focus.

So there would be a change in attitudes on both sides. Literally enemies to lovers. Two men who come to understand each other amid their competition and develop a mutual passion that runs much deeper than their contempt ever did. A forbidden and dangerous affair. A temptation that neither can resist. Wow. Soos needs to needs to upload this to ao3 asap. I wanna read this now.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

A symptom of this I often see is that a great many Americans also feel the need to highlight to the entire world around them when something they encounter is Other, or outside of their wheelhouse, and this applies even to the most mundane of things. I have two examples of this:

First, back in 2020, a lost walrus visited the Welsh town of Tenby for many weeks and menaced its lifeboats by sleeping on the slipway. I wrote a lengthy post about this, and included the fact that the good folks of West Wales named the walrus Wally, after the children's book franchise Where's Wally.

I was inundated with Americans reacting with everything from astonishment to derision that the character is not called Waldo outside of America. It was constant. Everything from "Wait you guys call him Wally??? Not Waldo???" all the way to "Are you guys fucking stupid his name is Waldo omg"

Which is very interesting, because Where's Wally is a British franchise. He was called 'Wally' first. His name was translated into over 30 other languages, including Charlie and Jonas, depending on region. Nonetheless, I did not get one single solitary note about the name from anyone else; it was exclusively Americans, unable to keep their amazement to themselves, unable to not highlight and point out that SOMETHING IS DIFFERENT FROM US.

Second, I once wrote a post in which I, a speaker of British English, used the word 'gaol' - the BE spelling of 'jail'. Again, I was flooded with comments, asks, messages, etc from Americans who simply could not fathom why I had done so. Four of them very literally sent me asks that asked why I had done it (I mean this literally - "Why did you spell jail like that?" was word for word one of the asks), so unable were they to work out on their own that spellings differ between dialects. I responded to one, saying that I was baffled by it, and suggesting that maybe the polite thing would be to google these sorts of things for yourself rather than requesting to have your hand held through the process of learning that other places have different words and spellings than you're used to. I said I did understand, but that this was something I myself fetched up against all the time with American media, and had since I was a child - but I simply used context clues to work out meaning, or google when I couldn't, because I get that American English is a different language.

And then two things happened: the first was that a non-trivial number of Americans lost their entire shit at the very suggestion that there was anything at all rude about this (again, I really don't know what answer they wanted to that beyond "Because that's how it's spelled in my language", information readily available with a single google search), and the second was that I was then inundated with non-Americans sharing stories of how they love writing fanfic but they had to start doing it in American English because when they used their own, they would get flooded with comments from Americans trying to 'correct' them, and it just wasn't worth the hassle.

And it's ultimately a 'dominant culture' sickness, I think. When everything is constantly catering to your understandings and cultural expectations, anything outside of it feels Other, and Must Be Commented Upon. I'm Welsh, and I find absolutely any mention of anything Welsh around most English people gets the same reaction; they absolutely have to comment on the Thing They Think Is Weird. Just last week I was discussing a fieldtrip for my students with an English colleague of mine, and I said I was taking them to the Bannau Brycheiniog. He didn't interrupt, to his credit; but he got the stupid grin that I knew meant he was going to comment. He waited until I finished asking for his risk assessment input, and then rather than answering, his first response was "The Bah Bah Bluh Bluh?"

If I'd said an Anglicised or English name, he'd have just continued the conversation. But he didn't recognise the name Bannau Brycheiniog. So We Must All Flag Up That It's Weird.

And that's dialled up to 11 for a great many Americans.

(Though not all, by a long shot. I do want to stress that. In both examples I've given, I had far more Americans who agreed with me than not. But it is a common behaviour, unfortunately.)

im american and i knew that like in kindergarten so i think some of you are just stupid sorry