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and you may say to yourself: "my god! what have i done?" and you may tell yourself: "this is not my beautiful wife!" and you may tell yourself: "this is not my beautiful house!" and you may ask yourself: "well, how did i get here?"

time isn't holding up, time isn't after us, time is a pony ride! (images described in alt text)

[turtledork02]

TMNT: PROJECT UNDERGROUND

TCRI, Kraang disguised as a government scientist organization, created the turtles as weapons. Using the DNA from the great ninja master Hamato Yoshi, they intended to use their great mutations to help conquer the earth. Unfortunately for them, after their escape, the turtles would use their strength to defend the earth from their invasion, with the help of two unique teenage humans and a giant rat.

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[snzydarling]

omggggg can i request megumi who gets hit with a cursed spirit that makes him sooo sneezy and he’s so grumpy that he cannot control it

Hi I want you to know that im actually in love with you for this request..... thank u so much....

Safe as Houses

megumi, yuuji, established ita/fushi (JJK) cw: snz kink content !!!! lots of mess notes: hi i litr feel like i hijacked this so I hope u still like it (;´∀｀) i rlly tried to just let myself write however I wanted to which is what you can thank the mess 4.... ... obvi this takes place post - canon in the pro sorcerer / evb lives au !! Hope u all enjoy (^ー^)

All things considered, Yuuji was having a great day. 

They were called to a small cluster of grade-1 curses hiding out in an abandoned factory, weak enough that the two of them had split up early on. Megumi had summoned his dog and went off to a side hallway while Yuuji travelled down the main path. Besides the faint warbling of curses, everything had been silent in his direction. 

Yuuji was traveling with an extra hop in his step. It wasn’t often they got to do jobs together- the shortage of sorcerers was never-ending, even though the number of curses was nowhere near what it used to be. It was their last job of the day, too, so they had the rest of the night together. He’d just finished off the last curse- some big, hulking thing, and was wiping thick blood from his hands when his phone started ringing. 

It took a second for him to find it. His screen lit up with Megumi’s contact name and picture- one of him with a hint of a smile on his face, on his birthday, with frosting smeared on the corner of his mouth. 

He answers, and there’s nothing besides breathing. “Megumi? What’s up?” He can’t pretend there isn’t worry seeping into his voice. The veil must’ve lifted, but he still could’ve been injured. He tries again. “Megs? Are you okay?” Finally, some noise comes. Sniffling, then more breathing, then sneezing. 

“hH’cshh - tZch - i’tzhh -! H’tszh - tzchh-!” Megumi gasps for breath, and it crackles through the phone. “ ‘tzshh - t’SCHhiew-  ! YuhH - Yuuji-” Yuuji sighs with relief, and clutches his heart. It hammers against his palm. 

“Megumi! Bless-“ he’s cut off by another gasp, then a flurry of sneezes. “ ‘tZSHh - ‘tzsh - ‘tschh - i’ZSCHhi-!” “Bless you!” He tries again. “You okay?” 

“k’tCHh - i’tZCHh-! I can- can-tSZHhi-! Shit!” The sound of wet, vigorous scrubbing comes through the speaker. Yuuji frowns. “Where are you?” He brings the speaker up to his ear to listen for Kuro barking, but he's silent. 

“Don’t come over-” He breaks off into coughing. Itchy, breathless coughing, like he’s allergic to something. “ ‘ktZCHh-! I’kszhh - tzshh-! i’tZSHhiewh-! Ugh. Don’t come over, Yuuji, i’IZSHh-! ‘ktzshh- tZShh-! I’m not-iZSHhih!” Yuuji can hear him throw an angry hand up. “Megumi, what’s wrong?” 

“ N - Nothing! Just go - iH’KZSHhi-! Just go home. hH- it’TCHhi-!” Kuro growls at something in the distance. Probably just expressing his owner's irritation. Something must be wrong, but he can’t find Megumi like this. His energy is too faint.  

He can’t just leave him, though, even if Megumi is too stubborn to realize that. His sneezes are always fitish and pitchy, but this is a different level. He can’t seem to even communicate, so something must be wrong. Kuro seems fine, so he tries something else. 

“Kuro, speak!” Obedient, it barks. Yuuji had been trying to train him like a dog for years, and it's finally worked out. If Megumi was okay, he’d tell him he told him so. 

Yuuji makes quick work of finding Megumi. Kuro meets him in the doorway, tail wagging. The curse is gone, so he must’ve already eaten. 

Even though he loves Kuro, he's not his priority. He has to scan the room for a second to find Megumi, hiding in the corner. He looks like he's sulking. The lights are on in the building, but they’re old, so he's shrouded in shadows. His head is down, and Yuuji kind of feels like he should approach him like a scared animal. 

The floorboards are old. They creak under his step. Megumi jerks up- weird, because he should’ve already felt his energy, but Yuuji doesn’t get the chance to figure out what’s wrong. 

“ ‘tSZhhi - tSCHhih-! ih’TZSHhih! ikZSHh-!” His energy crackles and pops, almost like it's mad. Megumi curls over into his elbow. “ ‘tZSHhi-! ’iSSHh - iZSHhi-!” When Yuuji tries to approach, he’s met with a shaky palm, like some kind of barrier. Kuro barks at him from the doorway. “  iH’kZSHhi-!  iH’TzCHhi-! G-hH! go away, Yuuji’tZSHhi- ‘tzsHh-!” Poor guy. He’s not reacting to him, is he? Just to test it, he steps back, but Megumi keeps sneezing. 

“ ‘tZCHh-! I’kTZHhh - i’tZSHhi-!” If he can get near, he’s fine to touch him, right? Megumi pulls away when he sits next to him, but he can’t do much else. 

Gently as he can, Yuuji pries Megumi’s face from his elbow and lifts him up. As much as he wants to respect his privacy and everything, it kind of seems like he can’t breathe right now. He’s sniffling all needily, nose scrunched like he's trying not to sneeze again. It doesn’t last. 

“ hH - hI’tZShhi-! ‘zshh - kZSHh - k’tChh-!” He tries to turn away, hiding the next flurry in cupped hands. This one gives him a second to breathe, thank God. Each inhale is punctuated by sniffles. 

Yuuji can finally get a good look at him then. His face is flushed red and wet. Tear tracks run down his cheeks, and there’s dampness under his nose that he's trying hard to sniffle back. Yuuji tries to find some tissues, but comes up empty. After just a moment, Megumi suddenly starts writhing away. 

“ ‘iZSCHhi- ! Yuuji-!” He’d kind of forgotten he was holding him. He lets go with a sorry that Megumi probably doesn’t hear. “ k’ZSCHh-! ‘Izshh - tzSHh - hHi-! hH’iZSCHh-iew!” Each release is messier than his typical sneeze. Megumi confirms this with a string of mess clinging to his lip when he pulls away from his hands. 

Megumi jerks away even further, face beet red, but he doesn’t really care. He just wants to get Megumi out of here. 

Yuuji tries to think as Megumi tries to clean himself up. The material of his uniform is rough, leaving his nose red, and it irritates it even more because the next fit is Megumi’s most desperate yet. He gasps into it, and it sounds like a whine. 

“ ‘tZSHhi-! hI’kZSHh - i’kZSHhi-! it‘TZCHhi-!” It’s times like these when Yuuji wishes they knew sign language, like Inumaki and Yuuta do. They can both say things like ‘yes’ and ‘no’ and ‘okay’, and he’s pretty sure he remembers most of the alphabet, but Megumi obviously isn’t okay, and he probably couldn’t keep his hands free for long enough to say anything. The same goes for their phones. 

“  iH’KZSHhi-! ‘iZSCh- t’ZSCHh-iewh-!” Finishing off the yet irritated and kind of loud for Megumi, clears him out in the form of glistening wetness down his chin. His sleeves are already wet and clearly not helping much, but the fabric of Yuuji’s outfit is softer. He offers his sleeve quietly, and Megumi kind of snarls at him and scrubs his nose against his shoulder instead. 

It leaves a wet patch, and Megumi hitches again. Yuuji thinks he looks cute when he's trying not to sneeze, usually, all fluttering eyelashes and parted lips, but he’s too worried to cook over it right now. He hopes the last one gave them a second to talk and tries again. 

“Megumi, what happened?” He gets a sideways glare, but Megumi eventually stutters out “A curse.” It’s breathless, like his lungs are too busy fluttering to give him enough air to talk. “Can I see your face?” If Yuuji asks, maybe he’ll be less snappy. It doesn’t work. 

Instead, Megumi shakes his head, unable to actually answer. It’d probably be kind of mean if he could. When he discovers it again, seconds later, it's turned even further away from Yuuji. 

“ h’tZSCHh-! ‘izshh - tzSHh - iSCHh-  hH-! hI’iZSCHh-iew!” It seems like holding them back really isn’t doing him any good. The hand he puts on his back only lasts until he's done sneezing, then he gets shoved off. 

“Why are you being so weird?” He asks, before he can help it. They were over this months ago, Megumi’s tendency to push away. The wall between them is physical now.

”Because-” Megumi breaks off to sniffle desperately. “I’m gross,” he murmurs. There’s something deeper there; he can hear it in Megumi’s tone, but Yuuji doesn’t feel like pushing. He’d rather focus on the more physical problem. 

Every time Megumi sneezes, his cursed energy pops and sparks, and Kuro phases with it. When Megumi muffles a rapid “ ‘kZSHh - i’ZChh - i’tZCHhi-!” into his shoulder, Kuro warps into half-melted shadow before returning to normal once he's done, so he can’t carry Megumi. That means all of the shadows are out of the question, and Yuuji can’t summon any shikigami. Looks like Megumi is gonna have to suck it up. 

“I know-“ “ ‘IZSHh-u!” “Bless you! I know you don't want to, but I’m gonna have to carry you.” Megumi scowls. “I can walk.” He grumbles, standing up tall like it’ll prove a point to Yuuji. Jeez, he's in a bad mood. 

They last all of a few seconds like that. Megumi, face flushed and scrunched and quivering, and Yuuji hovering awkwardly. It isn’t much of a surprise to either of them when Megumi breaks the silence, no matter how hard he's fighting it. 

“hI’tZShhi-! ‘zshh - iZSHh - k’tChh-! hH-! iZSCh - zSHh - tZSHu-!” He takes in another rapid set of gasps, taking the time to glare at Yuuji’s concerned face. “ ‘IZSHh- ‘ZSHhi - hHi’TZSHh-! hI - idZSHh - tzSHh - tSCHhi -!’

God, he can’t stop. Something about trying to hold them back, maybe? The next set is broken only by a need for air. Yuuji grabs his shoulders, holding him steady while he sneezes and sneezes. 

Once he catches a lance of Megumi between cycles of gasping breaths and rapid releases, there’s strings of mess clinging to his lips. The next inhale is basically a whimper, head Theon back like he's praying for something. The fluorescent light shines against the dampness painted on his face.

“ ‘tZSHh - iH’tZSCHh-iew!” Immune system or curse or whatever it is momentarily satisfied, he slumps a little against Yuuji. One hand comes to scrub at his nose, mess ticking against his skin. Yuuji rubs his hand along his shoulder, frowning when they’re already trembling with uneven breaths. 

“Just try to let them out.” He says and hopes Megumi is too tired to keep fighting him. He gets a look beneath weighed-down eyelashes. His face crumbles again, but it's a little softer this time. 

“hH’iSHhi-! i’ZSHh - it’ZSHhiew-!” Once again, he's left sniffling the mess for a second. Yuuji breathes with him. “Bless you! Can we go home now?” It’s starting to get chilly, and Megumi’s in need of a good mose blow. He sort of wants to call Ieri too, and see if they can do anything about this. 

Megumi shakes his head. “Ill- iZSHh-yu! I can’t really walk.” Yuuji pats his shoulder a few times. He looks really pathetic. Megumi shrugs him off, like he can read his thoughts. “I’ll carry you!” 

“I’ll sn-i’ZSHh- ! Sne-e’tZSHh-yu! Damn.” Megumi sighs, gesturing vaguely instead like he is saying ‘you get the point.’ Yuuji does. Frankly. He’s had enough of Megumi on him that he’s beyond caring, but he might shove him away if he says that. 

“Bless you! I don’t mind, promise.” Even if he did, his worry about Megumi would’ve overpowered it. It’s not like they have much choice anyway. Megumi huffs. He opens his mouth to say something, probably argues more, but he takes a quick breath and dissolves again instead. 

“ hH’kZSHh-! ‘dZSH-yh!” At least they’re softer, even if they drip snot down his lip. “ ‘dshh - tZch - i’tzshh -! hd’tSh-  H’dtszh-iew!”. The rapid-release flurry seems to drain whatever fight’s left in him. 

   Yuuji kneels, wincing when the coldness of concrete seeps through his pants. Megumi presses against his back for a second, about to get on, but then Yuuji feels his chest expand and the contact is gone again. 

“hD’zZSHh-yu!” Megumi sniffles lots of times behind him. When he gets on his back, Yuuji can hear his stuffy breath in his ear, warming his neck. 

They make it about a minute before he's sneezing again, long enough to make it a few paces down the street. If the way Megumi’s chest has been stuttering against him is anything to go by, it's only because he was holding back again. 

“‘dZShu - iZSHh - ‘tZSHh - iD’ZSHh-yh!” Megumi’s elbow brushes against his back. A couple droplets of mess land on his neck, sending goosebumps down his spine. With every release, Yuuji feels tired muscles clench against him. Another rapid triple finished off this set, all contained in one breath. Megumi sighs out a “sorry” at the same time as Yuuji calls back a “Bless you!” 

Yuuji tried to keep track of how much Megumi sneezed on the way back, but he lost track pretty quickly. They’re slowing down, just enough for him to get a sentence in. Two, if he talks quickly. 

After a moment of fumbling with the keys, Yuuji deposits Megumi on the couch and finds him a change of clothes. He blows his nose for a long time, muffles a percussive “ d’zshhi - ‘dtZShh - idT’SHhi-!”, then has to blow again into a new tissue. Yuuji sits in the kitchen watching him through the steam of the kettle. The congestion has all settled, which has been making him cough and his voice crackle in his throat. Besides, Megumi’s getting annoyed with all his worrying, so the kitchen is probably a good place for him to be. 

Megumi jumps a little when the kettle blows. Yuuji’s pretty sure he was starting to fall asleep, which is really cute, but he's got to stay awake long enough to talk and shake and take a bath. He grabs a box of tea that’s energy boosting, according to the box, and puts a bunch of honey into Megumi’s, because that's supposed to help irritated throats. 

He’s sneezing into the sleeve of a worn sweatshirt when he enters back into the living room. Softly, a tickly sounding “ hH’tzshh - ‘tsHh-iewh!” that seems a lot better now that he's not so stuffed up. 

He takes the cup with both hands, nodding his gratitude. There’s already a damp spot on his sleeve. Yuuji plops down with a contented sigh, bumping their shoulders together. He sips his own tea, some blend of citrus and vanilla that warms his whole body. 

He gets so comfortable that he almost forgets about calling for a second, just until Megumi starts tensing next to him again. 

“ ‘tzsHhih! hH’zshh-! i’tSHh-yu!” He moves his face from cotton to tissues, sniffling. “Bless you,” Yuuji says, fumbling around for his phone. He thinks he dropped it for a second, heart sinking because having to get a new phone would really suck, but it turns out he had just moved it to his jacket pocket before picking Megumi up. 

Ieri answers on the fifth ring, voice soft and tired. “Hey. What’s up?” Looking at the time, it's actually pretty late. He doesn’t get to apologize, though, because another voice cuts through. 

“Itadori! Yeah, what’s up? Your mission go okay? Gojo. Megumi stiffens next to him, sending a look that’s watery and a little distressed. Telling Ieri you can’t stop sneezing is one thing- she might huff out a laugh, but it's right to business after that. Gojo is an entirely different beast. 

“Hi! It went well! It’s just, um.” Megumi kicks him in the shins, albeit gently. Looking over at him again, his nose is twitching with a promise. “Just what? Are you embarrassed about something?” Megumi mutters something like ‘mute the phone’ between breaths, but Yuuji thinks that might make him even more suspicious. 

“No! Mgumi’s got kind of an issue. He got hit and now he-" “ ‘IZSHh- ‘dZSh - hHd’TZSHh - ‘dZSHh-yh!” Megumi interrupts him in rapid succession.  giving him just a second to breathe before his eyelids flutter shut again. Once he finally finishes sneezing and starts sniffling into a tissue, his ears are red. Yuuji murmurs “bless you” and gets a glare as thanks. 

There’s silence on the other end. Yuuji can almost see his face. Ieri, half disgusted and half curious, and Gojo. Grinning ear to ear because Megumi’s unlucky enough that his sneezes are so obviously him. 

“Woah, Megumi! Bless you! You catch something?” He can hear the smile. Megumi sniffs, moving the tissues away from his face to talk. “No.” Is all he says. Ieri sighs.

”So what’s going on, seriously? I’m too tired to guess.” Fair enough. So Yuuji tells her, mouthing a sorry to Megumi, who’s glaring hard at nothing. When he finishes, Ieri hums, tapping something against a notebook. 

“It's not super uncommon for curses to have this sort of effect. Megumi, you said you felt fine?” Yuuji brings the phone closer to him, and he clears his throat before answering with a simple “yeah.” Faintly, he can hear Gojo cackling. 

“I think you're just going to have to wait it out. Some allergy meds might help with the congestion, but that's about it.” Megumi hums. There's an unpleasant noise coming through the speaker for a second, then Gojo's voice is loud. 

“Poor Megumi!” He coos. Megumi scowls, scrunching his nose for a second. “I wish I got to see it! How cute!” Megumi makes a move to hang up the call, but his body gets the best of him. 

“hd’zshh-! ‘dZShhi - id’tSHhih-! hH - ” Gojo babbles something. “ h’iZSHh-iewh!” He had to duck into the collar of his sweatshirt, since those were so quick. He's frowning deeply when he resurfaces.  

“Thank you, Ieri.” He says, cutting off whatever nonsense Gojo is chattering off. “Goodbye.” He hangs up the phone in Yuuji's hand and slumps back against the couch. Yuuji sets it down and takes Megumi's hand, rubbing his thumb along soft skin and bone china-white scars. “You want to take a bath? Might help.” 

They ruled out some kind of pollen or spores when Megumi changed, but a bath should at least make him feel a little better. 

Megumi nods, then twitches into his wrist a few times. “ h’ISHh-! hiD’tzshh - id’ZSHhi-!” Yuuji gives his hand one last squeeze before he goes and starts the bath. 

It's a pretty quick affair. Megumis sensitive and tired, and something about the strands keeps sending him into itchy, rapid fits. When Yuuji puts shampoo in his hair, he gasps and lets out a rapid flurry of sneezes, and doesn't stop until he rinses it out. 

Once Megumi's dry, hair mussed, he looks like he could fall asleep standing up. Yuuji drags him to bed, since it's pretty late anyway, and Megumi watches him quietly through puffy eyelids. 

They curl up in bed a couple of minutes later. Yuuji rubs his back when another fit overtakes him, and hands him a tissue when he pulls away from his sleeve. Megumi's asleep minutes later. 

Yuuji stays awake to watch him, just to be sure. He's still stuffy, even though the bath helped a little, lips parted and breathing through his mouth. His nose is red-rimmed and abused. Every so often, it twitches, like he's itchy even in his sleep. 

Yuuji follows him to sleep, and neither of them wakes up until noon. Megumi's fine, if a bit sniffly, and Gojo texted at around 9 this morning, reading ‘Good morning ( ^-^)ノ☆ !! Guess who took you two off the roster for today?? Rest up (*≧∇≦)ﾉ’, so Yuuji texts back a ‘thank u (^○^)’ through bleary eyes. 

Gojo responds quickly with a ‘Megumi OK??’, so Yuuji snaps a sneaky picture of him. He's blinking away sleep, sporting a terrible redhead. Gojo hears it and starts typing, but he puts his phone down and watches Megumi instead. 

“You hungry?” He asks after a while, once Megumi’s awake enough to listen. He nods, bumping Yuuji's chest with the top of his head. He's always quiet for a while after he wakes up. 

He kisses Megumi softly, and his lips are a little chapped. They twitch upwards against Yuuji's own. They're always okay together. 

[gemini-queen42]

I've seen ppl talk abt how its high time Ganondorf gets some gender fuckery, but it's in refference to since we've got a bit of it for both Zelda & Link in games so far [As much as one can ofc w/out actually including anything queer], but I haven't seen anyone mention the fact that Ganondorf is just already so *Primed* for it. Like Real Non-Binary Shenaniganery. He already kinda IS-

Lemme Elaborate:

It is long established that the Gerudo are female only, using males of other races/species to have children- those males never being accepted within Gerudo society and there is only one Male Gerudo every 100 years, who will be their king- which is Ganondorf.

The Gerudo do *Not* have a gender binary.

they have a gender Unary, based upon also having a Unary sex:

Women, females.

[Side note, this also kinda makes them genderless, as there cant be any social constructs of gender when those just apply to everyone, thus just being.. general social constructs. Anyways-]

See, the Gerudo have adopted the *language* Of the gender binary, as it applies to when they interact with the other hyrulian races/species- [Cultural Exchange ! ♡ ] but the actual ideas/"rules" of this gender binary, as social constructs, dont actually *Apply* to the Gerudo [At the very least/especially not Within Their Own & Not Interaction with the other Hyrulian Groups]

So, being a gerudo Man is not the same Gender as being a man in any other hyrulian group.

Because the other groups are working on a binary social constructs.

And the gerudo are Not.

This is not going to come out as succinct as I want but;

Being a gerudo Man is much closer to being in a higher role of religious/spiritual power/authority due to being intersex / nonbinary or Vice Versa - than being a man as we / other hyrulian groups think of it.

Like. It kind of literally *Is* that.

He is outside the Gerudo's main gender structure, he is a special case, places in a special role because of it.

He's non-Unary. Technically every Gerudo is non-binary, but that's also complicated-

Because they kind of have this synchratism thing going on with the rest of Hyrule's ideas of gender, and they both generally connect Gender with Biological Sex, so they share ideas there- and they've certainly blended their ideas of gender together to cohabitate and match things up linguistically- but like. It doesn't feel right to say theyre just.. working under the gender binary everyone else is. Because they're not.

I kind of want to compare it to Two-Spirt & Trans. Like they're understood easily through each other, because theyre kind of the same thing- but like. Also No. And Two-Spirit is very specifically a Native American Identity that is specific to Native American Culture [I'm sorry I don't Currently recall specific tribes the term is tied to its 2am for me as im writing this fjsjdjd]

The difference between Gerudo Gender & Other Hyrulian Genders is kind of like that. Except lacking distinguishing terminology. And like this is a kinda loose comparison and not exact but hopefully it helps you get what I mean?

So like yeah. Obvi the rest of Hyrule does not regard a male gerudo as being a seperate gender from any other man, and the gerudo barely do either- because theyre using the language of the binary, and they've fit him into it, and the rest of hyrule isnt really considering how gerudo gender doesn't work like theirs. So they dont acknowledge it.

And neither does Nintendo lmao

But he IS.

Because what does being a man *mean* in a culture of Only Women?

Not the same as in a culture of two genders.

Because one is an exception, an outlier - and the other is just one of two boxes.

Anyways FUN FACT I have a LoZ au / storyline in which I incorporate and explore all this!!! [I have made no other posts about it yet I'm sorry but PLEASE feel free to ask abt it if you're curious !!! ♡]

Ok thats it thanks for coming to my TEDtalk lmao

[dudelymantits]

Small little thing comparing the characters eyes, trying to avoid same face syndrome

[oensible]

[Image description: Four pictures of Pacific Division 2025 All-Star AHL goaltenders Devin Cooley and Yaroslav Askarov celebrating winning their team's first game at the All-Star Championship by jumping up into the air to bump their hips together. All four pictures are of the same moment, just from different angles around them at slightly different points in the jump. Cooley jumps with his limbs reaching out in all directions, while Askarov jumps with his knees and elbows tucked in. End of image description.]

Yaroslav Askarov x Devin Cooley from all angles 📸 —AHL/X (2025 Feb 5)

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[starbiology]

forever confused by how this one nc event they had items with a bunch of important facts about the altador council and then the actual item descriptions are just random fluff??

like what was the purpose???

[alrightstartingscene]

This may be a controversial opinion but we need to normalize and have more “bitchy” girls in media who aren’t complete assholes but labeled bitchy by everyone else because they have a rougher attitude than most people. We need more girls who don’t have to become nice by the end of the story to get their happy ending.

I don’t owe anyone niceness. I owe them respect and decency. Those things do not equate to niceness. Maybe it’s the depression talking but I cannot be upbeat and happy all the time. I shouldn’t be expected to greet everyone with a hello and a smile at my workplace. But especially in retail if you so much as say hi with a straight face you’ve got attitude or are being mean. Take it from a childhood people pleaser, I lost my sense of self trying to be nice and perfect for everyone. Doing so was one of the reasons I got so burnt out at my last job. We don’t owe you niceness.

The few girls in media I can think of off the top of my head who fit this:

Kat in 10 Things I Hate About You

Tibby from Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

Paris Geller in Gilmore Girls (I haven’t finished this show and while Paris is irrevocably horrible to people in some instances she still isn’t made to be nice to everyone and people accept her even when she’s not happy).

Julie Powers from Scott Pilgrim

April Ludgate from Parks and Rec

Wednesday Addams from The Addams Family/Wednesday

Edit: MAEVE WHITMAN from Sex Education also!

Any recommendations people have with women who fit this as main/sub protagonists would be greatly appreciated!

[shortnotsweet]

Henry Danger Anon again and I AGREE I have a lot of thoughts about the more serious repercussions Ray's behavior had on Henry and the others as a whole. My biggest white whale is Henry's sense of self and identity and how he probably doesn't have a lot of it having grown up the way he did like. His parents were pretty dismissive of him but expected him to be the responsible one in a lot of situations. Paired with Ray's attitude and how Henry in his shoes as Kid Danger was expected to help everyone and always be okay/never have time for himself...Part of me imagines that he used it as a distraction to not have to think about finding himself, but it stunted him as an adult. Like he didn't have anything going for him in his mind so, he figured helping others would do something to help fuel his ego and self satisfaction. Growing up away from Swellview after he moves to Dystopia feels like it might've been a really big rush for someone who had to grow up so fast. I have an image in my mind of henry in a high rise apartment in dystopia leaning off of the balcony, watching the world go on below him. In the city nightlife light he smokes a cigarette and watches a woman get robbed in the street below him but he just watches, not being able to find enough in himself to do anything about it when its all he does day and night. i think it would consume him in a really weird way. Like a portrait of that man everyone fully expected him to become is always hung over behind him and he knows its what everyone sees, but he can't see it no matter how much he tries so how is he supposed to become it? or if he sees it in the mirror its distorted and questionable, and is it something he'd want to become? Sorry that got long fhgh I have so much opinions on Henry Danger

Ah don’t apologize!! I love, love, love this, you’re so big-brained, I agree 100%. You pointing out that Henry’s “stunted as an adult” because his own identity is so tied up in service is right on target, and something explored in a lot of Batfamily fics to great effect; I don’t think Henry Danger is quite as expansive or poignant as the DCU lol, but it takes a lot of cues from the Batman-Robin dynamic—probably Dick and Jason, most directly. The intersection of ego and intrusion with civic duty makes for overworked, moralistic children become jaded and stunted adults. If all you are is the labor you provide in relation to your maker, the only way to commit meaningful labor is to break away and remake yourself. There’s a suspense and gleeful disappointment in the fact that troubled children who grow into troubled adults rarely make themselves into something that their maker (their father, their agent, their god) would approve of, if not for the sake of ego alone. I think in his weakest moments Ray believes he’s a benevolent god wearing human skin, and at his best he knows he is disconnected from those around him but doesn’t have the awareness to properly mourn. There’s not enough grief in him. Most of that goes to Henry.

I think there’s something really sick and sweet and sad about making someone in your image, because the question of legacy is no longer about linear impact but the pain of impression—something I’ve mentioned in a few of my little comics, or fic comments, is how Ray’s relationship to Henry is canonically ambiguous. I feel it’s because he’s so many (and too many) things to him: pseudo-father figure, best friend, coworker and employer, mentor and rival, celebrity and ideological guide. He can’t be all of those things to him at once, not well, because there’s no good way to be someone’s best friend AND employer, a stranger and the kernel of consciousness. What is he is to Henry is too much, and that proximity can’t result in anything other than disillusionment. Of course his life was uprooted, of course life can’t exist in technicolor, of course we grow up and realize that those we revered aren’t gods, but people made of flesh that ages and rots like everyone else’s. Henry can’t go to college!! Henry can’t connect with his peers in a conventional way, Henry’s own friends become embedded in this life and ultimately fail to escape it!! It all ends and begins with Ray and the peculiarities of Swellview that have enabled this strange dynamic to begin with. It is too much to expect someone to make peace with it.

I described this sort of feeling, I think in one of my prior depictions of this disillusionment, as “sliding into apathy”, wherein Henry doesn’t lose his morals or his sense of right and wrong. The bitterness is that he still has that sense—that urge to do good, to find purpose, to fit into the cosmic logic of the universe—but he knows better now. He’s older. He’s tired. He’s not what he thought he’d be, and even so, the world remains as it is. Most of the little comic/texposts are shakily compliant with one another, with the main commonality being a running thread of dissatisfaction and a sort of weariness. In some of them, Ray is portrayed as a conceptual threat, or something that is explicitly endangering Henry to the point of psychological and emotional distress. There’s a dual failure: Ray claims he wanted Henry to grow into a replacement for the mantle, whereas Henry wants to grow into a version of himself. In the end, Henry doesn’t have a self separate from the echoes of those expectations, and all along Ray envisioned a stagnant future where neither of them would be required to grow at all. Ray can’t stop change—nature, which is change, which means Ray is not a god and subject to the same eventual loneliness as all other flesh people because he cannot dictate Henry stop growing or which direction he grows into—but Henry needs it more than anything. There are no heroes anymore, just yourself. That’s the most terrifying comfort either can find.

[notagayman]

Simon's social worker made a habit of her welfare checks.

The boys always had stains on their clothes even if the laundry baskets were full, there was odd clumps in their hair, the place stunk of cigarette ash and as she'd walk around the kids would walk in front. Simon would try to block parts of the wall, and whenever she did ask him to move he'd hesitate. Sometimes the kid would even go out of his way to talk her into going to another room.

Even though the kids were scrubbed clean and the house was shuffled into something that at least resembled neat, she knew there was something wrong.

At every visit the boys mother would be missing from the house. If she ever asked about her absence Mrs Riley was either 'shopping' or 'going for a walk', one time she'd only been rewarded with a shrug. The only time she'd seen the woman was after she arrived early to the visit, and Mrs Riley was stood outside the house and smoking. She'd soon scarpered.

Mr Riley was an entirely separate issue. She rarely spoke to him, she never had felt compelled to. He hovered at every single visit, lingering to the side wherever she walked in the house. Occasionally, he'd go over to remind the kids that they had homework, or to go brush their teeth, that they had some crisps they hadn't finished eating. Once or twice he'd pulled Simon away into the hallway, gripping his back in a way that made her throat ache. He always, as she'd written down many times, did this when they were in the middle of speaking.

The house itself always felt.. rushed. Clothes were swept underneath the sofa, drawers and tables constantly shuffled with vases or pictures facing out. Most of the time she'd find holes or scratches behind whatever object was shoved in front.

The worst she'd managed to find was two small handprints behind a hastily stuck drawing. She'd never had such a sudden sink in her stomach before.

[lennyjamin]

His body hums with the potential energy of an almost meeting of lips, one which he’ll fulfill in a few short hours. And then the rain goes stark and backlit in a flash. The hum in his body goes bright. Steady feet go stumbling, catch on air. When Buck finds his footing again, when his vision focuses, when the humming goes numb, he finds himself turning and settling and adjusting and seeing—

fanart for @fastcardotmp3's sensational 9-1-1 fic series (all my friends) because the latest chapter had me losing! my! shit!

[themogaidragon]

Support Needs Pride Flags

PT: Support Needs Pride Flags /end PT

These are all disabilities inclusive, since the my former ones are exclusive to autism (link). These flags are inclusive of all disabilities.

Disclaimer: support needs aren't monoliths, they don't have clear ends and starts, the definitions presented here are just attempts at defining what they are.

More information and ressources about support needs on @birdofmay on this post (link).

Here is the Wikipedia page (link) about basic activities of daily living (BADLs) and instrumental activities of daily living (IADLS).

High Support Needs

PT: High Support Needs /end PT

High Support Needs: inability to live independently, requiring global support with BADLs and IADLs. This can include frequently or consistently requiring support with: self-feeding, cooking, bathing, functional mobility, transportation, basic grooming, putting on makeup, continence, toileting, getting dressed, completing tasks, housekeeping, managing medication and money, transportation, etc.

Can be abbreviated online or in writing as HSN(D) for High Support Needs (Disability) or HS(D)P for High Support (Disabled) Person.

Moderate Support Needs

PT: Moderate Support Needs /end PT

Moderate Support Needs: ability varying to live independently from person to person, requiring support with IADLs and some BADLs. This can include frequently or consistently requiring support with: cooking, preparing meals, self-feeding, completing tasks, transportation and mobility, toileting, washing one self, getting dressed, housekeeping, managing medication or money, using communication devices, grocery shopping, pet care, etc.

Can be abbreviated online or in writing as MSN(D) for Moderate Support Needs (Disability) or MS(D)P for Moderate Support (Disabled) Person.

Low Support Needs

PT: Low Support Needs /end PT

Low support needs: ability more often than not to live independently, requiring support uniquely with IADLs. This can include frequently or consistently requiring support with: balancing a checkbook, cooking and preparing meals, pet care, housekeeping, managing medication or money, shopping, transportation, getting started on some tasks like organizing a garage sale or arranging to move from one house to another, etc.

Can be abbreviated online or in writing as LSN(D) for Low Support Needs (Disability) or LS(D)P for Low Support (Disabled) Person.

Flux Support Needs

PT: Flux Support Needs /end PT

Flux Support Needs: ability fluctuating to live independently, requiring support at fluctuating intensity with BADLs and/or IADLs, so much that it cannot be considered low, moderate, high or in between those. Fluctuations can be random, have causes, vary in length and frequency.

Can be abbreviated online or in writing as FSN(D) for Flux Support Needs (Disability) or FS(D)P for Flux Support (Disabled) Person.

Moderate to High Support Needs

PT: Moderate to High Support Needs /end PT

Moderate to High Support Needs: inability to live independently, requiring support bordering between moderate and high. This includes but isn't limited to: being on the high end of MSN, being on the low end of HSN, requiring support with most of BADLs but not globally, requiring support globally with BADLs but moderately, etc.

Can be abbreviated online or in writing as MHSN(D) for Moderate to High Support Needs (Disability) or MHS(D)P for Moderate to High Support (Disabled) Person.

Low to Moderate Support Needs

[pt: Low to Moderate Support Needs /end pt]

Low to Moderate Support Needs: significant difficulty to live independently, requiring support bordering between low and moderate. This includes but isn't limited to: being on the high end of LSN, being on the low end of MSN, requiring severe support with IADLs and a few or mild support with BADLs, etc.

Can be abbreviated online or in writing as LMSN(D) for Low to Moderate Support Needs (Disability) or LMS(D)P for Low to Moderate Support (Disabled) Person.

[blueberry-cheese-pizza]

The Double 墨雨云间 book scene- ML's first step into the 'play'

This scene is too long, so I can't post the Chinese version for this part even though it's written beautifully. The setting: Jiang Li and her uncle face unexpected danger in the woods behind Tong Xiang after rescuing her father's (Xue Huai Yuan) loyal staff from the mines. Ambushed by two groups of assassins, one sent by Princess Yong Ning and the other by Jiang Li's stepmother, Madam Ji, they become separated. Jiang Li finds herself confronting Madam Ji's deadly assassins alone in the dark forest. Guess who appears?

“Second Miss, there’s no need to look around for another way out,” the leader said with a peculiar malevolence. “Madam ordered us to use every method to torture you before killing you. But you’re so pure and lovely, wise and brave, we wouldn’t want to use any terrible methods on you. How about something more... comfortable?”

The surrounding men laughed sickeningly in agreement. Jiang Li didn’t need to guess what despicable ideas were running through their minds.

For an instant, she felt as if she were back in the Shen family’s courtyard, the same feelings of humiliation and rage that had consumed her in those months of near-death. These men were dredging up her most vile memories.

Her eyes darkened, and she sneered, “Do you think you’ve already won? Do you really believe I have no other way out?”

The leader laughed again. “I know you’re trying to buy time, but Master Ye is already injured, held up by Feng Yutang’s men. And your horse moved too quickly for him to follow. He doesn’t know this forest, and he won’t find you. Right now, it’s just us and you.”

His arrogance was blatant. Jiang Li had led three assassins into the swamp because she knew the terrain, but even if Ye Mingyu escaped the assassins, he wouldn’t know where to find her—Tong Xiang was entirely unfamiliar to him.

But Jiang Li merely smiled, “Who said I was waiting for Master Ye?”

The man was stunned.

Her voice, clear and laced with amusement, echoed through the forest.

"Lord Duke, after watching the performance for so long, how about coming out to meet us?"

Her clear voice echoed through the forest at night. The moon hung low, almost reclining on the treetops, illuminating Jiang Li's delicate face. Her eyes were bright and clear, devoid of the panic one might expect in a dire situation. Instead, she appeared relaxed and clear-minded, as if she had everything under control.

The men in black observed her, and their leader chuckled, "Second Miss, why the pretense..." Before he could finish his sentence, a soft laugh emerged from the depths of the forest.

A crimson figure gradually stepped out of the darkness. Under the moonlight, the darker it got, the more magnificent his red attire appeared.

The moonlight shone on the black-gold butterflies embroidered on the hem of his robe, making them seem ready to take flight, their beauty almost sinister in its extreme. Ji Heng walked out of the night at an unhurried pace, holding a gold-threaded folding fan, a smile playing on his lips. "Nothing escapes you, does it?"

Ji Heng’s appearance immediately drew the attention of the assassins hired by Ji Shuran. Several of them pointed their swords at Ji Heng. Jiang Li’s earlier call of “Lord Duke” had not escaped the assassins’ notice.

Ji Heng's appearance was overwhelmingly striking, almost unnaturally so. His sudden presence in the dark dense forest made him seem like a bewitching forest spirit, exuding a dangerous allure. Perhaps it was their assassin's intuition about danger that made the leader in black ask Ji Heng, “Who might Your Excellency be?”

Ji Heng, however, didn't acknowledge them. Smiling, he looked at Jiang Li and said, “Second Miss, your acting skills have become more impressive.”

“If the show isn't captivating, how could it attract your attention?” Jiang Li glanced at the leader in black, her smile widening. “My lord, they are pointing their swords at you.”

Ji Heng was the kind of person who wore a perpetual smile, yet beneath that facade lay a ruthless and cold-hearted nature. His arrogance made the act of pointing a sword at him an outright insult. The leader of the black-clad men caught a glimpse of Ji Heng's gaze and felt an inexplicable urge to step back. His fingers involuntarily tightened around his sword, sensing that something was terribly amiss. Ji Heng paid them no mind, continuing to smile at Jiang Li.

"Second Miss, why attempt to divert trouble towards me? I have told you, I am not a part of the play."

"After watching so many of my performances, would you simply let this one go? If I were to die here today, would you not regret never seeing another of my plays?" she asked, looking up at him.

Her face was fair, her eyes bright and lively, filled with endless appeal. When she spoke in a soft, pitiful tone, even a deity might be moved.

However, Ji Heng was no deity; he was a demon crueler, more callous than any deity. He merely watched Jiang Li with an amused expression and said, "It’s a pity, but I will not be a part of the play."

The look of pleading in Jiang Li's eyes vanished instantly. It was hard to believe that the captivating demeanor she had displayed could be withdrawn so quickly.

Jiang Li felt a twinge of annoyance. In her past life as Xue Fangfei, she had a face that could launch a thousand ships. While she didn't think much of it, her beautiful appearance often smoothed her way through conflicts. People would often relent upon seeing her face, not pursuing matters further. A beauty only needed to pout a little, and everything would fall into place. Though she disliked using such tactics, Xue Zhao often chided her for wasting her looks, saying she could have easily gained a reputation as a femme fatale.

Now, she found herself forced to play the part of the pitiable and lovable, but it seemed that her charms were lost on Ji Heng. His response was as clear and unaffected as ever, leaving her deflated. Ji Heng continued to smile at her, speaking lightly as if he saw nothing wrong in his decision to let her fend for herself. His long, narrow phoenix eyes, beneath which a crimson mole added even an air of seduction, glimmered invitingly in the night.

The leader of the assassins seemed to come to his senses at this moment. He addressed Ji Heng first, "Since Your Excellency has no conflict with us, this will be simple."

He then turned to Jiang Li, saying, "Second Miss, it seems your reinforcements aren’t planning to help you. Let’s not waste any more time, shall we?" With that, perhaps fearing Ji Heng’s presence might lead to unforeseen complications, he lunged at Jiang Li.

The silver tip of his sword gleamed with deadly intent, stirring the leaves into a flurry as they fell.

Seeing that the situation was beyond repair and her supposed ally remained detached, Jiang Li gathered her resolve and shouted, "Lord Duke, I know why you are associating with the Prime Minister and Prince Cheng! The court is divided into three factions. Though the Emperor may appear weak, but he is no fool. To gain his sole trust, you must support Prince Cheng. With threats on all sides, the Emperor will rely on you heavily. This entire tripartite standoff is your creation!"

Jiang Li's rapid and urgent words left the black-clad assassins dumbfounded. What Prince Cheng? What Prime Minister? What was she talking about?

The smile on Ji Heng's lips froze.

end of part 1~

part 2

[shoechoe]

i don't want to be rude but when people reblog my diavolo posts with bad (by bad i mean ableist) analysis and then people start liking/reblogging That version of the post its like... Guy sweating while holding something in image...

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

Harrison Gray - Afterglow

• suggestive content (mdni!)

• drabble (wip for a harry smut i'm working on)

• harry × gn reader (in this part) + told in 2nd pov (?)

• mainly just about post-coital intimacy and sleepiness, but i felt like getting a lil poetic w/ it.. lol

> dividers from this post

Harrison’s breath gradually starts to slow as he begins his descent from the height of his climax, body still buzzing with pleasurable sensations. His heart thuds loudly against his chest, pressing light, soft kisses across the expanse your neck and shoulders, teeth grazing your skin as he nuzzles his face against it.

Leaning into Harrison’s ministrations as best you can, you aim to press a soft kiss to wherever you can reach, boneless from exhaustion. Was that his jaw? His cheek? Doesn't matter, you're too tired to think, blissed out and likely not walking for the next week.. or two. Hazy eyes look over at him, smile curling your lips higher as you meet his minty gaze, the butterflies in your chest taking flight.

A chuckle escapes Harry's kiss-swollen lips, his breath warm against your face as he eyes your form, and the number he's done on you this time. So much for just a quickie.. you both should've known better; once you get started, you won't stop until you're ready to pass out.

"You’re the best kind of ruined right now," Harrison purrs, his voice low and husky as he looks down at you, a satisfied smirk on his face as he eyes your sated form. His own body feels warm and languid, content as he lays by you, riding out your highs. Your own response is a slightly less loose grip of his hand, an unintelligible murmur neither of you will remember come morning anyway.

As you enjoy his quiet touches across your skin, you feel yourself dozing off, fighting the losing battle against sleep-heavy eyelids. Breath evening out slowly, it rhythmically hits Harrison's neck in gentle puffs. Harrison looks over at your body, looking like a marionette whose strungs have just been cut, sprawled across his chest in the beginnings of sleep.

Harry's lips curve up into a fond smile as he watches you asleep atop him, his arms wrapping around your limp body to cradle you against him lovingly. He presses a light kiss against your forehead, trying not to wake you (not that much could in this state); his fingers brushing softly against your skin, tracing invisible shapes against your back. The gentle kindness he usually showers you with unparalleled in the honesty that shows in his fondness when he thinks you aren't looking. For a brief moment, Harry thinks to himself that maybe the fox in this fairytale might be happy until its awaiting bitter end.. so long as he's got you by his side until then.