#but i saw so many ppl claim it was getting confusing

[eunhos]

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[jewishvitya]

hei. i enjoy your blogs, i hope you could clear something up for me., i just saw someone claim to be "zionist as in i believe jewish people have the right to self determination in their indigenous homeland",, ive actually seen the claim that jewish ppl are indigenous to israel and are somehow denied that identity as a form of anti semitism and erasure of jewish experience multiple times.. and it always confused me so much cuz like israel was set up as this nationalist project in 1948, before the region was a mess mostly under the rule of the ottomans, but the palestinian culture and ppl were always there. how can someone be indigenous to a region if they werent there before? is there any truth to the claim or is it just co-opting leftist language again?

its so evil how the state of israel could jist completely legitimize itself by co-opting jewish culture and pretending like being in support of it is a fundamental part of jewishness :(

Thank you!! I'm glad you do.

I can try, but I'm not sure how good I'll be at explaining this. Maybe someone else can add to this. If I repeat things I said before, I apologize.

That is a definition of zionism used by many zionists who lean politically to the left. I don't subscribe to these softer definitions of zionism because saying it's just "the right to Jewish self determination in our ancestral homeland" ignores that in practice over the last century the next words are "to the exclusion of others." I define zionism through its practical outcome - which is what we did to Palestinians.

Jewish people originate here. Our religious laws and practices (many of which are regularly disregarded by Israel and by settlers when they do things like destroying olive trees and water sources) are tied to this specific land. There are holidays and religious rituals that are either fundamentally changed or can't be practiced at all if we're anywhere else in the world. Culturally most branches of Judaism maintained this connection throughout our history. And we didn't leave willingly. An empire expelled us from the place that was our land. When the point of indigeniety comes up, this is why. You'll see arguments like - when does indigeniety expire? How many generations until you no longer have a claim to the ancestral homeland you were driven away from?

So this is the cultural context for Judaism. This is something that I also can't really ignore. I can't pretend I don't care about this land and the connection we always had to it.

That said, I still see this as using leftist terminology inappropriately.

To talk about Israel, a lot of us talk about colonialism, and specifically settler colonialism. I lived in the West Bank settlements so to me this really resonates. The argument I get at that point is that an indigenous group can't colonize their own land.

And this is why I'm saying it's a misuse of terminology. We're using that label to absolve ourselves. As if the word "indigenous" is a stamp of approval we get to apply to our actions while we repeat the violence of colonizing forces in history.

Ethnic cleansing, occupation, building settlements - and now also genocide. The tools we use resonate with indigenous people all over the world, because they suffered through similar kinds of oppression. Always with differences and different contexts, these things are never 1:1, but there's a reason indigenous groups around the world are in solidarity with Palestinians. I shared about a video from a Korean person talking about how colonialism by Japan broke the thread of their history - old buildings that had to be rebuilt instead of being preserved, historical cultural practices and art forms being lost or changed due to the loss of artisans. These are things Israel is doing now.

So to me, this is using the word "landback" and "liberation" for a violent takeover of land from an indigenous group. You mentioned the Ottomans - Palestine has been conquered over and over throughout history. Those regimes, sure, fighting them off can be liberatory, if the intent isn't to become the conquerors in their place. But there's nothing to liberate from Palestinians, because they're not colonizing anything. They belong in this land.

I'm really angry that so many of us try to deny the Palestinians their own connection. They have roots here, a long and rich history shaped by life in the land. While we destroy so much and say our claim is so strong we get to kill or drive them away for it.

[zhoudadudugongjin]

I don't really mind if you're Chinese or not, I just found your posts on the 3 Kingdoms interesting to read and I'm glad that you enjoyed the unfamiliar foreign history, I mean I'm scared that I might make mistakes regarding the 3 Kingdoms and my own history cuz History can get confusing and "Misinformation spreads faster than facts", god don't I know that well, it caused major online historical debates that feel like a modern 3 Kingdoms but virtually and making the wrong claim can offend someone PRETTY BAD, there's a phrase for this in Vietnamese called: "9 people, 10 opinions" which means having very contrasting historical opinions or if it's about a specific historical character: "1 person, 10 opinions", that's my tweak version of the original saying cuz one character can have so many different and conflicted opinions about them

Gosh the debates ppl have about some historical figures can get iffy and weird and really hard to follow, cuz it's always the "Who's good or Who's bad", I always try to keep a calm neutral mind about Historical figures since I'm not exactly in the position to judge them or even condemn them for their actions cuz it's super complex at the time and what information I have of them may not be entirely correct

This reminds me of that certain situation where some history fans nowadays keep bitching about this historical character who's supposedly very bad cuz he/she did this and that and put their actual historical lore into a EXTREMELY stereotypical dramatic scenario that feel like those braindead plot cheap romance dramas people make for quick cash and not any true value to it, History is much crueler than what the romance drama may entail, it can be fun but putting actual people who did exist and their life stories in a biased controversial context just doesn't really feel right for me

I'm fine with historical memes, hell making comedies out of historical characters is also a way to remember and revere them (I saw one super good as a kid and it's actually how I learned about a new historical character that most don't talk about) but treating them not as actual humans who existed, but more like mindless puppets for a historical fantasy that doesn't even make much sense in a periodical sense is honestly bad

Call me stubborn but at the very least we should treat historical characters with basic decency, not because they're dead that we should treat and distort their stories however we want cuz we feel like it

(Sorry I kinda rant there, it just annoys me how some history fans can really go overboard and ask really weird trick questions about historical figures that I'm sure are baits to cause arguments and online wars to happen, war causing is actually a no-behavior in most online groups in my country since it serves no purpose and only cause chaos in a place where ppl can have fun talking about stuff they like)

I try to avoid making any kind of sweeping statements about historical figures when accounts vary so much and the simple answer is just "we don't know". You can just end up going round in circles ad hominen.

But yeah, this isnt a serious blog about serious historical discussion and it was never intended to be. The present world is enough of a mess without arguing about the distant past. I'm mostly just here to be silly and making ancient warlords kiss, because that what's entertaining to me :)

[mithliya]

I think the bisexuals that used to claim to be a lesbian will often lie and say that they went from never being into men to suddenly being into men or use the bi-cycle as an excuse. Even bisexuals know that the bi-cycle doesn't make them straight or lesbian for certain cycles they still experience attraction to both sexes because they're bi.

Going every single day for years not ever thinking about men romantically or sexually or never coming across a man they were attracted to isn't possible for a OSA person. I don't get why they really expect people to buy that?

It's perfect for them to say that because they won't be called homophobic and they won't have to admit they went years thinking that being attracted to men was a lesbian experience or that they were aware they were lying.

Many bi women think they can commit to being only with women and that if they call themselves lesbians that would help them commit to the act. That's why groups like polilezzes exist.

I know you have friends that have claimed that they went through that like Ignis. You don't want to think they would lie to you and that's probably why they themselves say that because they don't want to upset you but what women like them are saying is harmful. If they were only attracted to women and not to men they were by definition a lesbian and they are claiming someone can go from lesbian to bisexual. They either think someone can go from lesbian to bisexual or they did experience attraction to men but still called themselves a lesbian.

i don’t think they’re lying and i don’t think bi-cycle means someone was “straight or lesbian for certain cycles”. lesbianism is an innate & lifelong sexuality, not a momentary phase where a person is only attracted to women.

i think bisexuals with such an experience genuinely didn’t recognise such a thing as attraction which i can understand bc i went a portion of my life not recognising my attraction to women as attraction. why would it be impossible with someone esp a woman with a strong preference to think “well i find dicks gross, i’m not interested in having sex with a man” and think that must mean she’s a lesbian.. esp with how gross men often are + how misogynistic they are.

“isn’t possible for an OSA person” how can we as women who do not experience such a thing bc we r innately not into men argue that women into both sexes are lying about their experiences? i’ve seen way too many bi women reiterate this same experience, some even saying while fully acknowledging they’re bi that they only experience brief attraction to a man like once in a decade. and on the other hand, the far more common phenomena of bi women saying they’ve never been into women n then suddenly feeling strongly into women. unless we’re gonna start arguing the bi women who say this are now lesbians? bc a lot of older women expressed this as well and often will call themselves lesbians despite having past attraction to men, simply bc they no longer have any interest in men.

the reason i don’t think ignis was lying is bc i knew her story and knew her for years. i saw how terrified she was of her family finding out her sexuality back when she thought she was a lesbian & know what she went through out of fear of the news of her sexuality being found out. i think the harmful rhetoric is when many bi women act like they “used to be lesbians” or argue they used to be into men but are lesbians now somehow. acknowledging as a bi woman that u thought u were a lesbian n then realised ur actually into men too is significantly better than that and while yes some of it was very much confusing to me as a lesbian & even somewhat worrying w how often ppl tell lesbians we’ll find the “right guy” someday, i don’t think some women in their early 20s and sometimes even late teens figuring out that they’re into men too is so implausible that the only possible explanation is they must’ve been lying or thinking lesbians are somewhat into men (unlikely if they were actively fighting against such rhetoric). we’ve seen the opposite with bi women thinking they’re straight then realising they’re into women into their 30s & 40s, so idk why i’d assume the bi-cycle only works one way and not the other.

[happygofatal]

IM IN SHOCK RN THAT SOUNDS SO INTERESTING AND SOOO COOL 😭 also! i wanted to ask how the other townspeople (?) feel about this ongoing rivalry between them or more specifically if they regret turning the warden into this immortal being? but SERIOUSLY THOUGH THIS IS SUPER COOL AGSHSHSH

AYEEE TYSM AGAIN!!! oh and! well uh after the prisoner escapes in 400 ad the warden goes after him and the townsfolk never actually see either of them ever again! but i think that between 200-400 ad when prisoner was imprisoned there and the warden guarded him at all times, i think most of the townsppl didnt really think much abt how turning a guy immortal may yknow really fuck him up but some ppl were concerned abt it im sure, discussing if there was anything they could do to repay the warden for willingly accepting this fate and how he feels abt outliving all of his family and friends (they werent concerned for prisoners wellbeing for obvious reasons) but most ppl then didnt really think abt that and were just enamored by these 2 and how seemingly brave and a rolemodel the warden was. but uh yeah i really like talking abt the legacy the story of the immortal prisoner and the immortal warden left behind so lets elaborate on that!!

so yeah, back in 200-400 ad the warden and prisoner were talked abt far and wide throughout rome and other parts of the world. they were a spectacle and ppl admired the warden for his sense of justice and doing right by the people, and despised the prisoner for committing such awful crimes and being too cowardly to die (but as we know now they both turned out equally horrible ppl but thats besides the point :]) sculptors visited them and made marble statues of them, displayed in museums to this very day. scholars and poets wrote abt them in records and stories. the elderly would all agree that neither the prisoner or the warden had aged a single day since they first met them. and then, the prsisoner escaped in 400 ad one night, the warden was resting at the time and was told abt it soon after and immediately went after him. he said goodbye to the townsfolk, thanking them and everything theyve done for him, and he was gone. some ppl throughout the roman empire would claim to have caught glimpses of one or both of them, but pretty much no one ever really saw either of them ever again. the tale of the immortal prisoner and the immortal warden became as infamous as romulus and remus or aeneas. modern historians agree that this is a completely false tale, but it is very perplexing that there are so many written records of the warden and prisoner throughout 200-400 ad and the writings of the prisoner escaping and the warden going after him in 400 ad is the most confusing of all. little do they know these 2 motherfuckers are crying themselves to sleep and beat the shit out of each other on a regular basis to this very day ^_^ oh yeah and uh! like a few days after prisoner escapes and warden goes after him. prisoner does smth. quite awful to warden! but ill save that for next time this is getting long again :]

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 34

anon - reader getting anxious in public when there are too many ppl around? I used to anchor my hand in my dad's sweater for comfort

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anon - I have a feeling when we do meet Peter again it's in an alley way, and Casper walks by and he's like oh hey y/n!! And sees them just sitting there and he's like,...okay

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anon - Okay so this is about the murder of crows! What if one day Steven, Marc, and Jake are walking with Y/n and just talking then the murder of crows just swoops down on Y/n while their in the T pose, some in her hair and what not. Then they say "I AM THE GOD/GODDESS/ DEITY OF CROWS MOTHERF****RS" and starts running with the crows in their hair with even more crows following them. Sorry if this is weird! Bit I love baby scarab ❤️

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anon - Request for baby Scarab series (I love ur series btw): Y/N and Marc/Steven/Jake go patrol. Y/n saves a child and takes them to their parents. After seeing that happy family reunion, she feels upset and wishes she had loving parents as a small child. Khonshu turns Y/N into a child while she's asleep. You can ignore/ delete this. Sorry 😅

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A/N : these are all cute so imma make a mostly fluff chapter :))

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : enjoy some weird bird stuff and peter finally meeting casper(kinda)!! also yay more patrolling!

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

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pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, fluff, more fluff, moon boys being dads, peter being peter, casper being casper, violence, car accident and a hostage(?). let me know if i missed anything

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you were so thankful for the dreamless nights you’ve had the last two nights.

you tried your hardest to not to fall asleep, but marc always ended up bribing you into it.

now you have discord nitro. to marc’s dismay.

it was morning now, you having just woke up, jake laying under you as you had your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

heartbeats became very calming to you, now that you could hear them more clearly.

jake was still asleep though, which was a good thing because ever since you told them about the dream you had, and asked them those alarming questions, they were back to worrying.

only about your sleeping habits of course, they didn’t want you to be tired or not feel like yourself at all, they wanted you to feel well rested, and back to your usual self.

the person you were before you started being afraid of going to sleep.

they noticed that every now and then you’d peak around a corner, just claiming to have heard something when really you saw harrow and that alligator thing again.

they were watching you- someone was at least.

you didn’t know how or exactly why.

you were nervous to ask anyone too, since you’d noticed that talking about harrow made marc and steven uncomfortable and jake just refused to answer.

but if it was for you they might talk about it. but wouldn’t that be taking advantage of them?

no, because you’re not forcing them to talk about it.

but maybe they feel obligated to talk about it because it’s you.

you feel jakes breathing become a bit quicker, signaling that he was awake now, so you sigh and sit up beside him.

“how long have you been up?” is the first thing he groggily asks.

“just a few minutes” you say honestly.

“and did you-“

“yes, i slept fine” you cut him off, and he gives you a look.

you’re staring forward when they appear again, harrow next to the alligator.

you freeze in place and refuse to blink, scared you’ll end up back in that facility.

jake noticed your change in expression, your neutral one replaced with fear.

“y/n?” he doesn’t touch you, but he hovers his hand over your shoulder in case you need to be shaken out of anything.

it makes him confused when you shakily point at where you see them, and when he looks of course there’s nothing there.

“darling are you feeling alright?” you hear steven ask and you snap out of it, blinking rapidly as they disappear without a trace.

you just nod and turn to jake hesitantly. “i need to tell you guys something”

they all nod, the mirror on the nightstand showing both marc and steven.

“don’t freak out” you start. “but i keep seeing harrow. and an alligator” you say and marc’s the first to react.

“what? what do you- what do you mean? is it like before you got.. before you were taken?” he rants and you nod.

“yeah and it’s also about that dream i had” 

they all go quiet after that, waiting for you to explain.

“i was.. i was in a mental hospital or something” you start while steven and marc glance at each other.

“you three said you were my doctors, and kept trying to convince me that this life i have didn’t exist” you say referring to what’s happening right now.

“he was there. he told me that casper was the reason i was there but he would never..” you trail off, all three men looking at you with different expressions.

steven was terrified, this dead man was plaguing your dreams now and making you afraid of them. 

jake was full of rage, and if he could kill harrow a second time he most certainly would. without hesitation.

now marc, he was torn. he knew those questions you asked were unnerving, but he didn’t know you were actually being serious.

none of them did, so they didn’t think much about it.

they felt like idiots for not checking on you and making sure you were actually okay.

even though there was nothing they could do about it.

“it all just felt so real” you add, taking a breath and looking to jake. 

“thank you for telling us” steven is the first to respond.

“it must have been hard”

“that’s what she said” you whisper, all three of them struggling to hold in a small laugh at your sudden response.

that’s when luna decides to jump up on the bed, and quickly curl up in jakes lap.

“buenos dias, gato” he says, scratching behind her ears.

you chuckle and watch as the other one jumps up too, this time just sitting in between you two on the bed.

“we still have to name her” you say, shaking your head.

“hm. what about cashew” jake suggests and you snort. the cat just blinks up at him.

“or ham” you speak up, the cat looking to you and blinking.

“this is going to be difficult” steven observes and you nod.

you notice jake slouch down a bit, signaling that steven was now present.

“bastet” another blink.

“cleopatra?” steven asks again, and getting another blink.

“you can’t just name everything after egyptians” marc tells steven and he scoffs.

“i can and i will, cracker”

“don’t call me a cracker”

“then you try naming her” steven gives up control, marc now fronting and just staring at the cat in his lap before shifting his gaze to the other one.

“i’m not naming it” 

“she needs a name” you speak up and marc rolls his eyes.

“fine. joe”

“pfft- seriously?” you ask and marc gives you a look.

“steven jr”

“aw”

“pfft- seriously” marc mocks you and you smack him in the arm.

luna just continued to purr in marc’s lap while the other one started to lick her paw.

“what about oscar?”

“don’t name her after a hotdog, marc” you respond, and marc scoffs.

“may? can we name you may?” your words get no reaction from the cat.

you sigh and lean your chin on your fist, which is resting on your knee.

“this is impossible” you mumble.

“name her isaac”

“why? so you can drop an apple on her head?” you deny marc’s suggestion and you try to think of another one.

“star” you still get no response from the cat.

“travis the III” you and marc start taking turns suggesting names to the cat, wondering if she’d perk up at one.

“khonshu jr”

“luke”

“taweret”

“ethan”

“leia”

“pedro” 

marc’s final suggestion made the cat look right up at him, while you sit there gaping at the two.

“pedro?” he repeats and the calico stands up to lightly walk over to him, leaving little spots on the blanket where her tiny feet were.

marc hesitantly touches the cat, now known as ‘pedro’.

“i can’t believe she wants to be named pedro” steven observes and you nod.

“so we have luna and pedro” jake says, marc still lightly rubbing his fingers over the calicos soft back.

“kid, how would you like to go on a little field trip?” marc suddenly says and you furrow your brows.

“he’s trying to ask you if you want to go to the market with us” steven translates and you nod.

“i ran out of pop tarts”

“we know, that’s why we’re asking” marc tells you and you smile, looking down at the kittens.

“when are we leaving?” you ask, and steven fronts again so he can talk to you properly.

“an hour?” he responds and you nod. “cool, since we need proper cat food so you stop feeding them salami” steven tells you and you scoff.

“but they love it”

“it’s bad for them”

“no it’s not”

“yes it is”

“no-“

“zip it. both of you” marc interrupts and you roll your eyes.

“get those things off you and get ready” he tells both you and steven, referring to the cats.

“they aren’t things-“

“just get ready or we aren’t getting you any pop tarts”

you were up in a flash, steven chuckling at you while you rushed to get ready for the day.

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it was almost an hour later, and you were on your way back to the guys flat.

you had left just to get ready, saying bye to the kitties before you left with a pout.

you miss your new children.

so you had showered and gotten freshened up, just opting to wear comfortable clothing since it was just a trip to the store.

you heard footsteps going towards the door as you approach it, they were softer than marc’s and jakes so that means steven was still in control of the body.

the door opens and you see steven looking down and closing the door carefully after stepping out, not noticing your presence yet.

once the door clicks shut and he locks it, he notices you and flinches a bit.

“sneaky little thing, you are” he mutters, nodding for you to follow him as he starts towards the elevator.

you silently follow, it being a quiet ride down, and a quiet walk out of the building until you both get outside, the sidewalks crowded with people.

“why’s it so busy?” you ask, and steven shrugs. 

“tourists” 

“hm”

you almost get shoved only a few steps out, steven making sure to pull you close to him so that you don’t get hit.

“bloody idiots” you hear him mumble, and you snort.

you end up making it to the market fine, just being sure to dodge cranky tourists along the way.

it was considerably less busy in the store, while made you sigh in relief.

steven chuckles at you and grabs a basket before leading you around the store.

they only needed basic stuff, like bread or whatever.

plus cat necessities.

and of course your pop tarts.

steven patiently waited in line for you while you got your pop tarts, and his eyes widened when you brought back quite a few boxes.

quite a few being six. with four packages in each. two pop tarts in each package.

“don’t worry i’ll pay for them” you say and steven shakes his head at you.

“y/n?” you hear from behind you, making you turn around.

it was grace and casper, grace being the one to first notice you.

“hi miss hart, casper” you nod at them and they nod back.

“i already told you to call me grace” she chides, shifting her eyes to steven. “who’s this?” she asks.

“my name is steven. with a v” he introduces, earning a nod from grace.

“and you’re y/ns.. father?” she waves her had, gesturing for one of you to continue.

“something like that” steven shrugs and you nod.

you’re about to say something when there’s a loud crash from outside and screaming from all the people out there.

“what the..” you hear casper mutter and you back away from everyone once you realize that even stevens attention was focused outside.

you backed away to the bathroom, locking the door behind you and spotting a window.

perfect.

“khonshu” you call out quietly, and he appears in front of you.

“yes, spider child?” he says and you go to answer right away.

“can you give me the suit? just for a couple minutes i have to-“ he cuts you off by making the suit envelope your body, and just disappearing again.

“thank you” you mutter into thin air, letting the mask go over your face as you run out to open the window and crawl out of it.

you climb up onto the roof, seeing that there was a man, a small child with a knife to his throat, and a crowd around them.

you also notice the two cars that had collided off to the side.

you decided to jump for the kid first, landing with one hand on the ground and the other in the air, the crowd backing up to give you space.

the man holding the knife glares at you. “one more step and i slit his throat” he snarls at you and you shake your head, eyes narrowing.

“just let him go, and we can sort this out” you suggest and he shakes his head.

the little boy was trying his hardest not to cry, and you could tell.

“what do you want?” you ask the man, making him confused.

“what?”

“why are you here? what did this kid do to you?” you ask and you see the man lightly lose grip on the knife.

it was silent for a moment before you sense something on the roof above you, and then a web shoots out from above, the child sticking to it and being pulled upwards. 

the man was quick to react, throwing the knife upwards and to the source, that being peter in his spider suit.

he was knocked back trying to dodge it, and the child went falling right back towards the ground.

it’s as if time slowed down- you shot a web out at a light post, thrusting yourself upwards to catch him, then falling and rolling to the ground, still clutching the kid in your arms.

you saw peter had disarmed and webbed the man to the wall, and is now helping the people in the car accident.

the kid in your arms was crying and clutching onto your suit, two adults running towards you two on the floor.

“is he yours?” you ask quietly to the adults, them standing a few feet away from you.

“yes- yes that’s our ben!” the mother exclaims, holding back tears.

you slowly stand up, letting go of the kid as he ran to his parents.

your shoulder hurt from the impact, making you hold it as the parents look back to you.

“thank you- thank you so much” the father says to you, all three of them going to turn around, the police approaching them as you just stare off with a smile.

with the help of peter, you saved that kid.

the first time you could do anything right- as the ‘spider vigilante’ to be precise.

peter was finished with the whole car situation, moving to come towards you so that he can help you.

“hey, are you okay?” he asks but he notices that your mind is elsewhere.

you felt a pang in your heart when those parents came over on the bridge of tears, thanking you for saving their son.

they were so.. well.. they were a family, that little boy had a family that rushed over the moment they knew their kid was safe.

you were jealous, but it wasn’t a bad jealous.

it was a sick feeling in your stomach, the kind that made your eyes tear up without your consent, the kind that made you feel that longing you always felt when you saw happy families.

that could’ve been you at some point.

and there would’ve been no one.

no a single person would come for you after you were safe.

not until now of course, but not when it mattered.

“we gotta go, the cameras are here” you hear peters voice, while he grabs your hand and leads you to an alley way, where your mask fades away only when you’re completely alone.

“hey- y/n. are you okay?” he snaps a finger in front of your face, making you come back into focus.

it was just then that he noticed the tears in your eyes, that his eyes softened, and only for a split second before three pairs of rushed footsteps coming towards you two.

peter stands tensely until you put a hand to his shoulder, signaling it was fine and that you knew them.

“y/n!” you hear stevens voice exclaim, him being the first to embrace you in a tight hug, you reciprocating it instantly.

“don’t you ever do that again, you hear me, young lady?” he starts. “but oh my gosh, that was so brave of you and we’re so proud of you” he takes a breath.

“but do you know how scared we were when you just disappeared?” he pulls away from the hug, holding you by your shoulders. 

“but then again, you and.. that other..” he shifts his gaze to peter, mask still on who was just standing and observing.

casper just hesitantly waves to peter, who does the same. you had a feeling that casper would want to know who exactly he was.

“who-“

“i can explain everything, just not today” you nod and steven nods as well.

“marc and jake have a few words to share with you anyways” steven whispers to you and you cringe, steven stepping away as casper comes closer, his mom wide eyed behind him.

you put your arms out and he immediately throws himself at you, holding you close to him.

he had one arm around your waist and the other holding the back of your head, so that your face was buried in his neck.

“that was the most amazing thing i’ve ever seen but please be more careful” he whispers and you nod against him, your arms going to wrap around his neck.

“she won’t tell anyone, right?” you ask him referring to his mom.

“no, she’s just in shock” he chuckles and you do the same, breaking the hug.

“alright, we’ll we have to get going now” steven breaks the silence, the grocery bag by the entrance of the alley blowing in the wind.

“thank you” you say to peter, who nods and jumps from wall to wall until he gets to the roof.

“casper, you didn’t tell me y/n was-“

“yeah, it kind of defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing” you interrupt.

casper chuckles and walks backwards until he meets his mom, taking her hand and leading her away.

“i’ll see you” casper says and you nod, you and steven now following after him, but going in the opposite direction of the harts.

steven picked up the bag first, of course, and the suit left your body right before anyone could see it.

the news and everyone was still there, and so was the family, reminding you of your extremely short breakdown you almost had is peter hadn’t snapped you out of it.

the crowds everywhere made your breathing quicken, so you didn’t even think before taking stevens free hand in your own, trying to calm yourself down.

he didn’t mind either, just as long as you were comfortable.

steven smiled too, he noticed that you’d calmed down once you took your hand in his, therefore giving it a reassuring squeeze.

you quickly made it back home, away from the crowds and as steven is unlocking the door, you apologize.

“‘m sorry” you mumble, steven looking to you in confusion.

“for what specifically?” marc asks and you scoff.

“for.. uhm.. the hand thing” you mumble, not sure of what to say.

steven gives you a comforting smile and opens the door, both of you walking in, the kittens both asleep on the couch.

“don’t apologize-“

“for that” marc cuts in, steven putting a hand up to make him shut up.

steven sets the bag on the counter, you sitting up next to it.

“what i was trying to say is that it’s okay, don’t apologize”

“i didn’t make you uncomfortable, did i?” you ask and steven shakes his head.

“you could never”

“wanna bet?” you smile at him innocently and he chuckles.

steven suddenly went away, and was replaced by marc, which made your smile fade in the slightest, knowing he was going to have a talk with you about what happened.

you figured you could just escape to the bathroom and web the door shut until he calms down, but when you went to move away he put and arm on each side of you, resting on the counter to stop you.

you sigh and wait for him to speak, not expecting him to say what he did.

“i’m so proud of you” he starts, making you gasp softly. “you didn’t get hurt, did you?” he asks then shakes his head.

“nevermind- just, i.. you did so good out there” he tells you, and you feel your bottom lip shake so you bite it to stop.

“you did beautifully” he finishes, and that’s when the dam breaks, and you look down at your lap.

“oh honey, don’t- why are you crying?” marc asks softly, moving both his hands so that he’s holding your face, making you look back up at him.

“i thought you’d be mad again” you say through your tears, and marc shakes his head.

“i told you, i.. i trust you to do what’s right” he starts. “now how about we calm down and you can give pedro and luna their new toys” he says softly and you chuckle, gently pushing his hands away to wipe your tears.

“thank you, marc” you slip off the counter, marc stepping back to let you stand.

“jake got both of them matching sweaters” marc informs you and you laugh, digging into the bag to find all your regular groceries and finding two little light blue sweaters. 

just plain blue, nothing special but they were still cute.

“the gatos deserve it” you hear jake and you chuckle before seeing him take the wheel.

the metaphorical wheel, of the body.

jake takes all the regular groceries out of the bag before going in the middle of the floor, and dumping all the cat stuff on the ground, you following ad the cats go to sit in front of him.

jake sits down on the ground and you do so next to him as well, looking through the assortment of cat toys.

aside from the cat food, and small litter boxes and litter.

the cats just stare at all the new toys with tilted heads, jake ripping the tags off everything and leaving them on the floor.

probably to make steven clean up later.

jake clicks his tongue a couple times, making luna go to him while pedro’s attention stays on the toys.

jake hands you one of the small sweaters, then goes back to luna who is batting at him.

you chuckle and put a hand out, pedro coming over to you and rubbing her face against it.

you grab her so that she’s sitting in front of you so that you can get the sweater around her neck and her paws through the holes.

when you finish, pedro looks up at you with her big green eyes and meows at you.

you smile and look to jake who had successfully put the sweater on luna as well, the two kittens matching.

~~~

it was a quiet night, and it was spent with you and jake playing with the small animals until they got too tired and fell asleep on each other.

you both had to move the toys and the trash so that nobody would trip on one.

which you could totally see that happening.

not to you- but to steven. he trips on thin air sometimes when he doesn’t have his grandma glasses.

he doesn’t completely fall though, it’s just a small hiccup.

you and jake were now just sitting on the bed after dinner, and you were beating his ass in uno.

“how are you so good at this?” he asks, you reversing it then adding a plus two.

you’re about to answer when there’s a tap at the window. 

you both freeze and look over, and relax once you see a crow.

jake hums as you get up to open the window, the crow just flying in and landing on your shoulder, dropping a dime on the floor.

you turn to jake who’s looking at you weirdly. 

“hey steven, is there a god of crows?” you ask and he hums in acknowledgment.

“well hathor is a crow but-“

“i think i’m the goddess of crows” you cut him off, another crow coming in and landing on your head, this one dropping a safety pin.

“never thought i’d live to see this” jake shakes his head.

“okay, go home, go back where it’s safe” you start, the crows chirping and flying out the window.

you close the window and smile to yourself.

“i see you’re making more friends” jake chuckles and you nod, scratching the dirt out of your hair and picking up your new gifts.

you set the shiny objects on the windowsill before going back over to jake.

“yeah, make fun all you want” you start, jake playing his card while you play yours after.

“just remember who’s beating your ass” you smile innocently at him and he scoffs.

“we’ll see, princesa, we’ll see”

~~~

you beat him. multiple times.

he got very frustrated.

like how couldn’t he beat a 16 year old girl at uno? it’s a game of chance really, it all depends on the cards you get.

even when he had two plus fours right at the beginning, he still lost somehow.

you eventually had to let him win so that he wouldn’t act like a cranky old man until you made it up to him.

he’s never going to let you forget that he beat you now, even though he knows full well that you let him.

the night ended with you falling asleep on him, at like 11.

he was on his back, while your head was tucked right underneath his chin, your legs on either side of him.

he had one arm around your back and the other cradling the back of your head.

it was comfortable for him.

it was comforting for him to hold you like this, since you trusted him enough.

he made sure you were actually asleep before going to sleep himself, but not before having a small chat with steven and marc.

marc was being 100% honest when he said he was proud of you.

they all were.

they saw right then and there that you were capable of so much, and that they were ere the ones slowing you down.

you weren’t stupid, you knew what you were doing.

they just couldn’t help but worry.

this doesn’t mean they don’t worry, it’s just that they know you’ll be okay.

as long as you come back to them.

as long as you come home.

~~~

A/N : cute but kinda rushed? ily all so much so thank you for the support!! seeya in two days!!!

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I'm so excited for the 350 event! Thank you for being so kind to us thirsty ppl. Anyways, here are my two characters: 🚬🔞🔴🍑🔦 or 🍥✅️🟢🍅. Hope it inspires you!

Coy | Shikamaru x Reader | NSFW

Prompt: Shikamaru + NSFW + Fem!reader+ "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice" + switches. *Slight bully elements as well

Note: Thanks so much for the prompt! I also decided to make this college!au.

(Link to the event post)

With your books pressed firmly against your chest, you hurried down the hallway, pleated skirt swaying as you went. You needed to study for an important chem test, and you'd be damned if all the study rooms were claimed.

Once you reached the right corridor, typically silent as everyone worked, you walked by each one, noting how the doors were firmly closed and locked, already taken.

The tension squeezed in your chest until you realized one door was still open.

Your roommate had people over, despite having expressed how important the test was, and going back wasn't an option. You needed complete peace and quiet.

Slipping into the room, your breath caught in your throat, alarmed at the sight of someone else there. Your chest deflated at the recognition.

"Shikamaru?" You questioned, brows furrowed.

Shikamaru Nara was by no means a determined student. He took most tests without studying at all, and rather took naps or got high with his friends.

He was also insufferable.

A small smile tugged on his lips, but it lacked warmth and made your skin crawl. "Ah, y/n. Am I taking up the last quiet room?"

You swallowed hard. "Yes, actually. Last time I checked, you haven't studied a day in your life. Why are you here?"

Shikamaru clicked his tongue and leaned back into the leather couch, next to the table and chairs. The silence within the sound-proofed room was deafening.

"I may not need to study, but I can still appreciate a good napping place."

You deadpanned. "Are you serious? Some people actually need to study here. Like me."

"I'm not stopping you." The grin on his face stretched. "I'll get some shut-eye while you study to your heart's content. Why don't you lock the door, sweetheart?"

Biting back every feral thing you wanted to say to him, you closed the door behind yourself and clicked the lock shut. "Don't call me that."

"A bit stressed are we?" Shikamaru tutted, closing his heavily-lashed eyelids with his arms tucked behind his head.

"This test is important, so I'd appreciate it if you would be so kind as to shut up," you snarked back, taking a seat at the table, back facing Nara. You unloaded all your books and supplies, already flipping to the first page.

Shikamaru scoffed, and to your surprise, went quiet. It wasn't like him to back down, especially not when he wanted under your skin.

You had mutual friends with Shikamaru—that's how you even knew him on a campus of so many students. He went to the same parties as you, was in some of the same classes, and always managed to find a way to weasel into your life.

Shikamaru was annoying at best. He loved pestering you, even if you never gave him a reason to.

His teasing was endless. While hanging out with friends, he would belittle you, make you second-guess yourself, and do everything in his power to embarrass you. He seemed to revel in how your cheeks would flush at his snarky comments.

Shikamaru would stoop low enough to tug on your hair if the chance arose, and he would dip down to whisper something irritating in your ear. While his husky voice and proximity would confuse you endlessly, you saw him as a nuisance more than anything.

Fortunately for you, your skin was thick, and his pestering wasn't entirely the issue. It was his audacity, truthfully.

You never knew what his problem was, but having him in the room with you in the perfectly quiet space made everything worse. Unable to relax fully, your mind was on high alert, and you couldn't focus for even a moment.

Releasing a sigh, you reread the same sentence at least five times and adjusted your skirt uncomfortably. Then, Shikamaru's grating voice broke the semblance of concentration you had.

"You aren't coy, you know."

Your brows furrowed. "What?"

He chuckled. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice."

Not bothering to look in his direction, you swallowed hard and tried to push back the blush that tried to creep up your neck. "Stop being mean, Shikamaru."

"Mean? I'm just pointing out the facts." You could sense the wicked smirk on his face.

"The fact is, you're an asshole," you snapped, finally turning to look at him. "Why do you always have to bother me? You've never tried to just talk to me like a normal person."

A shade of something unreadable moved across Shikamaru's eyes then, until his smirk dropped into a flat line, more serious than before. "You've got me all wrong."

"How?" you pressed, standing from your chair to get a better look at him. "You act like you hate me."

"I know you pride yourself on being smart and all, but maybe your observation skills could use some work," Shikamaru murmured, allowing that smirk to return. "I don't hate you. I want to be in you."

A chill ran down your back at the confession, frozen by the idea of it. For a split second, you wondered if you misheard him.

He wanted you. He wanted to be inside you.

Shikamaru was amused by the look on your face. He seemed to ease into his place then, confidence returning. "There you go. Now the gears are turning."

"Shut up," you muttered back, unable to stop the blush from crawling up your neck and flooding your cheeks. You didn't know how else to react to such a perception-altering admission.

"I mean it," Shikamaru began, cocking a brow. "Now you know what I want. If I'm correct, I believe you want the exact same thing."

Half tempted to jump through mental hoops to convince yourself he was wrong, you were deceived by your own body. The shiver that ran through you, along with the warmth inside your panties said it all.

Shikamaru was right. Secretly, he had been for some time.

Shikamaru's gaze softened only slightly, and he patted his thigh. "Come here."

Swallowing hard, you took a few steps closer to the couch, watching carefully as Shikamaru leaned forward and put a hand out toward you.

The sensation of his warm skin against yours sent your mind reeling, already weak in the knees at the way his eyes took you in as if you were already naked under his stare. His palm landed on the back of your thigh, just below your ass. His nimble fingers squeezed the soft flesh and he released a sigh at the way it bounced back effortlessly.

Your heart raced all the while his hands slowly explored your thighs, allowing his touch to move upward until he gave your ass a greedy feel. His dark eyes were fixated and determined, hungry all the while he examined you.

"Turn around," he growled, guiding you with a hand.

Obediently, you did as you were told, back turned to him once again. His hands fell to your waist, and they slowly moved down until he reached the hem of your skirt once again.

His palms glided beneath the loose material, squeezing from time to time.

Your cheeks burned all the while Shikamaru parted your lower lips as a result, glad that he couldn't see your face then. But the enthusiastic fluid that gathered in your underwear moved so easily that you only hoped Shikamaru couldn't hear it.

You wanted him badly, and his touch only made it more excruciating.

"Now," Shikamaru murmured, lifting the skirt up to watch as he dragged a finger over the soft imprint of your pussy, just light enough to make you shiver. "If I were to pull these off, what would I find?"

Unable to say the words due to embarrassment, you bit down on your cheek instead, waiting with bated breath as the pad of his finger carefully moved across your clothed folds. The closer to your clit he ventured, the more your legs trembled.

You held back the moans, despite how they bubbled just beneath the surface.

Impatiently, Shikamaru added more pressure, surely aware of the obvious dampness. You were found out the moment he chuckled and rubbed careful circles over your clit.

"Already so wet, huh? I must be right then."

Whole body burning, you silently begged for him to give up the teasing and just give you what you wanted. You needed to know what it felt like to be filled by him. To feel the desperation of his skin against yours.

A breathy moan slipped past your lips with a wave of pleasure that sparked from your clit. "Shikamaru..."

"Be a good girl and unbutton your blouse, baby," Shikamaru hummed, pressing further into your panties, pulling more flustered sounds from you.

Not wanting to waste a second, your fingers fumbled over your buttons like you wouldn't get the chance again. You were finally able to breathe once the last one popped open.

Yet, you were spun around before you could think, and Shikamaru's lustful eyes were on yours, searing into you.

"Sit. Now."

Trembling with anticipation, you straddled Shikamaru's lap, aware of how vulnerable it made you.

"That's better," Shikamaru cooed, bringing his left hand up to cup your jaw while the other wandered back to your underwear. He played with the hem before he moved the fabric aside and brushed his dexterous fingers through your folds. "You want this cock, don't you, baby?"

Whimpering at the feeling, you arched your back and had to prop yourself up with one hand against the back of the couch. It only brought your lips closer.

You nodded desperately, eyes threatening to close at the pleasure his fingers brought you just from all the teasing. "Yes...Please. F-fuck me, Shikamaru."

"You don't have to worry about that," Shikamaru murmured in return, dipping his fingers into your soaked heat. He suppressed a growl at just how wet you were. "But first, you're gonna ride me."

Not needing to hear it again, you nodded eagerly, already fumbling with his button. Shikamaru sat back while you worked it open, followed by the zipper.

Your fingers brushed against Shikamaru's cock, already rock hard in his boxers. He tensed at the contact, followed by a breathy groan once you freed his length from its confines.

"Fuck..." Shikamaru grumbled at the way you pumped him slowly, giving the tip an extra tug before you lined yourself up, too worked up to wait any longer.

While Shikamaru held your panties to the side, you felt the head of his cock against your pussy, asking for entrance. The very thought made your mouth water.

Shikamaru swallowed back a moan at how agonizingly close he was to feeling your velvety walls, and he guided your face closer with his other hand.

He pulled your lips against his in a searing kiss, far more desperate than you had ever felt before. You sucked in a deep breath, surprised by how right it felt.

You never imagined you'd be so close to Shikamaru, tongues fighting for dominance while you slowly sank onto him. To even his surprise, Nara gave up and let a hoarse groan spill past his lips. His eyes squeezed shut at the feeling and cursed under his breath.

Your body sang with a boost of confidence at his vulnerable reaction, and you gripped the back of the couch while you moved further down his length, noting how you stretched to accommodate his size.

At once, you moaned into each other's mouths, equally shocked by the sensations that sparked through your bodies. You stilled once Shikamaru bottomed out inside of you, gripping him for everything he was worth.

Shikamaru dropped his head back and tried to conceal his groans, to no avail. His hands landed on your ass and he squeezed firmly.

"Fuck, y/n," Shikamaru muttered, catching his breath. "Move already."

The command sent a flood of butterflies into your stomach immediately, and you did what you were told, leaning into the couch to lift your hips above him.

His tip dragged against your slick walls as you pulled up, hitting so many sweet spots at once that your thighs trembled from the pleasure. An airy moan escaped you with your head tipped back, and Shikamaru couldn't stop himself from taking you in completely.

Shikamaru swallowed back his sounds until you sank back down again, to which his jaw fell open and he sputtered.

It was your turn to wear a devious smirk, surprised by the hold you suddenly had over him.

Addicted to the feeling of him, you picked up the pace and rode his cock, eager for those shocks of pleasure. Your stomach squirmed at the way Shikamaru was consumed by the feeling, not able to spew his sarcastic comments with you clenched around him.

His brows fixed together while he gazed at the way your breasts moved for him, overwhelmed by everything at once. Shikamaru grabbed your bra and yanked it down to expose your chest, and he palmed them roughly.

A louder moan came from you then, just as fired up from his touch. Your eyes fluttered shut the moment he ghosted one of your nipples with his tongue before he took it in his mouth and worked it.

Your hands slipped through his hair, pulling whenever his cock hit the perfect spot, and you both moaned in unison. The vibration sent through your chest made you shiver.

Your thighs started to grow tired but to your relief, Shikamaru slipped his hands under your legs and he stood, quickly putting you on the table.

Your books and papers went flying with your momentum, but you didn't care, not while Shikamaru put a hand against your neck and slammed into your pussy.

Squealing at the sudden change, your eyes rolled back, and you arched against the flat surface all the while he drove his hips into you again and again, ruthless with his movements.

Every thrust pulled the moans and whimpers right from you, accompanied by the slap of his skin against yours. Shikamaru grunted, gripping one of your thighs with his free hand.

Your body convulsed with every rut of his hips, intoxicated by the way he fucked you, unrelenting and desperate. Finally fulfilling what you both wanted all along.

"Shika—" you croaked, tightening around his cock.

Shikamaru growled at the way you clenched around him, and his fingers flexed against your throat. "Is this what you wanted, baby? For me to fuck you dumb like this?"

You hardly had time to digest the words before you started nodding, eager for your quickly approaching climax. Shikamaru and the feelings he brought you were the only things you could focus on then, craving that sweet release.

Tears gathered in your eyes from the intensity. From the desperation to finish.

Shikamaru chuckled at this. "Such a pretty girl crying for my cock. You wanna cum?"

"Y-yes!" you cried out, reaching for anything to hold.

Fortunately, Shikamaru pulled your hips closer and dropped his spare hand to your core, where he sloppily rubbed your clit. His lips captured yours once again, and he moaned into your mouth.

Your whimpers painted his lips, overwhelmed by it all. Black dots shot across your vision from the deadly combination of his thrusts and his fingers.

"Remember how good this feels," Shikamaru muttered, hovering his mouth above yours while his fingers worked your clit. "Don't forget it was me you cried for."

His words were torturous, and you had no wits left to speak. The breath was stolen from your chest as he bucked into you. The coil in your belly tightened, threatening to snap.

"I'll fuck you senseless whenever you want," Shikamaru panted, fighting against his own weakness. "Just give me the word."

The proposition of having sex again made your stomach flip, and you whimpered. You never wanted it to end in the first place.

A loud moan tore from your lips the moment the pleasure caught up with you, and your hips stuttered against Shikamaru's. You reached for his back and clutched onto him as you rode out the intense waves of your orgasm.

Shikamaru cursed again at how tightly you gripped him, and he buried his head in the crook of your neck, so close. The sloppiness of his thrusts spoke of his nearness, body tensing as he came.

Shikamaru painted your neck with a guttural groan the moment his fingers dug into your skin and he spilled inside of your warmth. He leaned into you as he caught his breath, needing you to keep him upright.

Absently while you basked in the afterglow, your fingers drifted up and down his spine as Shikamaru relaxed. He surprised you by wrapping his arms around you and pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

This was a different side to Shikamaru you had never seen before, and you wouldn't mind discovering more about him.

"If you ever need help studying again, don't hesitate," Shikamaru murmured with a chuckle.

Your lip curled in a small smile. "Don't push it, Nara."

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Why do many people in this fandom think that jc and wwx do not care about each other since the beginning when it has been constantly been made clear again and again about how those two care about each other ?

Some of them even have the galls to say that jc was evil and malicious since he was a kid.

I am new to this fandom and I am really confused by their approach of hating on jc and hating on people who like him . Btw , you have a great blog .

Hi there! Thanks, I'm glad you like whatever this is :'D

Oh man, yeah, I know that feeling. It was very weird to me too when I was new to discover how much of a controversial topic this was, especially since I considered their relationship one of the most fascinating, complex and engaging dynamics of the story. Yunmeng bros storyline is tbh one of the greatest tragedies of mdzs.

Well, as I replied to a previous ask, I think the main problem with this fandom is that it is too Western YA mentalized. They see this story in terms of black & white where the protagonist/hero and all those aligned with them are incapable of doing wrong and, therefore, anyone who disagrees with them is a Bad Guy and their arguments are automatically invalid, the protag's way is the only way.

I think this current trend of hypersanitizing media and "antis" also play their role: if someone is "toxic" they are a Bad Human Person, always were and always will be. These ppl can't imagine a reality in which someone you loved and who loved you back could ever turn against you without having them be monsters all along. They need to justify their high horse, make themselves feel morally superior by making clear distinctions of who is Good and who is Bad, and those who fit each category cannot, ever, change.

In WWX and JC's case specifically, I'd say it's just a matter of numbers tbh. I know for a fact that there are ppl who hate WWX and claim JC did nothing wrong too. It just so happened that, well, WWX is the protagonist and we see the story through his pov, so his fanbase is naturally bigger. Not to mention his story arc is perharps the only one with a happy ending, while JC's is left open, to say the least. So narratively speaking, and considering the standards we are used to in the West, the ones to get closure are Good Guys, those who didn't cannot be Good Guys.

With all this in mind, I suppose it's easy for JC haters to see canon and all the explicitly stated dynamics of love and companionship WWX and JC shared, and just... act like those weren't there. Like they meant something else. Like WWX (the hero) was right and good all along, but JC (the bad guy) couldn't have been a loving brother once, no, that's not how it works: if you are bad, you are bad, whatever goodness you could have had was retroactively nullified by This Bad Thing you did. You are a bad guy, bad guys don't do good things ever, not even as kids.

And all of this without taking into account the societal convetions of the time period and how WWX was not an official part of the Jiang family, he was never adopted, he was the first disciple and, if anything, he got preferencial treatment that blurred and complicated the family dynamics (by no fault of his own, mind you, none of the three kids are to blame here). He is not exactly a servant, but he is not a relative either; the fact that JC treats him as a brother is already outside the norm... but bc it becomes the norm for them, ppl may look at JC (the Jiang family and society in general) pulling the rank card and get outraged: See? That's proof that JC never saw WWX as an equal and never cared for him! Yes, bc they are not equals. Yet they treated each other like they were. In fact, it's canonically stated that WWX think of himself as a servant and it's JC the one who says that he is not to be compared to a servant.

It's all a big mess that definitely doesn't help the case of seeing WWX and JC's dynamics in a fully objective way, and tbh I don't think it's meant to. It's supposed to stir emotions and HURT. But with so much nuance and so many conflictive feelings and circumstances between them, sometimes the mental and emotional labor to fully appreciate it is too much for ppl used to media giving them the product already disected and ready for consumption. Thus we have a big portion of the fandom that simply reduces these two to The Hero and The Evil Brother.

And that imo is even a greater tragedy.

EDIT: I just remembered of this twitter thread that explains much better how Westerns would see these two and the archetypes they represent, and why it impacts fans’ perception of them.

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Drawn to You | Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

Warning:  Makeout, This is a lil long (I got carried away)

Word count: 3859

It was a typical night for you. You had your music playing faintly in the background while you were writing notes for your anatomy & physiology class when you felt your phone vibrate violently on your desk, which caused your French bulldog, Royal, to wake up from his snoring slumber on your lap. With an annoyed huff, you pick up your phone and notice your best friend Rae had texted you numerous times.

Rae 😴

Hey!

Among Us!

Now!

Need 10th person!

Pleaseeeeee

You stared at the messages for a minute. You were confused on why she asked you of all people. You were the opposite of the many streaming friends she had who were loud, funny, and all around GOOD at games. Your shy character would not fit well on her stream and you knew that. Plus, the only games you’ve played are Stardew Valley and Animal Crossing, which requires no communication with people and you preferred it that way.

You

Why me? I’m in the middle of writing notes.

Rae 😴

There’s this person I want you to meet!

He’s really nice and you’ll warm up to the group in no time, I promise!

I won’t let them be mean to you 😤😤

They’re nice ppl anyway so they wont be mean lol

You

Okay.. let me load up my discord

Rae 😴

Yayy!

I already bought among us for you last time I was over so you’re good to go!

‘What? When did she find the time to buy the game for me? We were literally together the whole time she was here.’ You thought, but quickly dismissed it and loaded up discord. Right as you got online, you got an invite from Rae. You quickly grabbed your headset and adjusted your mic before joining the call. You petted Royal in an attempt to calm your nerves as you saw 9 peoples profile pictures appear in front of you. You only recognized Rae’s, of course.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Rae exclaimed, “Guys, this is my best friend (Y/N)! Introduce yourselves!”

“Hi, I’m Toast!” Said the man with the toast icon. You smiled at his profile picture. You found it cute.

“I’m Jack!” Said an Irish voice. You know Jack. You used to watch his videos a lot.

“I’m Poki!” Said a girl with a really sweet voice, “Nice to meet you!” You were about to say hello back when someone else chimed in.

“Hello, I’m Felix!” You recognized that Swedish accent. He was the most well known YouTuber, of course.

“Nice to meet you!” Said a really soft voice, “I’m Sykkuno!” His voice reminded you of an anime boy. You smiled to yourself.

“Hi, I’m Lily!” Said a really cute and high pitched voice. 

“Hi everyon-” You went to introduce yourself properly until you got cut off.

“I’m Corpse.” Said a deep, attractive voice. Your eyes widened for a second, his voice catching you off guard.

“H-hello,” You attempt to say hello again but this time you’re a little shaken up by Corpse’s voice, but you get it together by petting Royal once again. “I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you all!”

“Your voice is so adorable!” Says Lily. You smile at the fact that someone who’s voice is equally as adorable complimented yours.

“Thank you!” You respond, “Your voice is adorable too, Oh my God!” 

Lily giggles at your compliment. “Alright!” Exclaimed Rae, “Ready to play (N/N)?” You quickly realized you forgot to load up Among Us before hand. You were silently kicking yourself for not doing such a simple thing. Now they’re gonna have to wait longer to play because of you and they already waited long enough for you to join the discord call.

“Um..” You stall as you hurriedly click on the Among Us icon. “I’m so sorry. I forgot to load it up.. but it’s loading right now!” Your eyes are glued to the screen as if it’ll make the game boot up faster. 

“That’s okay.” Said Corpse in the most kind voice. “It won’t take that long.” You feel heat rushing to your cheeks just by hearing his voice. Who is this man and why is he making you feel like this?

They all agreed with Corpse and continued chatting about whatever they were chatting about before you joined the call. You were half listening as you were trying to figure out what to do as the game loaded up. Just as you were about to ask Rae, Corpse sent you the game code through a private message. You typed “Thank you!” as you quickly entered your name and then the game code.

“Woo! (Y/N)’s here!’ Said Rae happily. “Choose your color and your hat!” ‘Where do I do that?’ You thought to yourself but quickly found it. You wanted to be pink but it wouldn’t let you choose it.

“Why isn’t it letting me choose pink?” You asked. 

“It’s because Corpse is pink.” Explained Lily. “He took it from me too.” She said with a sad, but funny, tone.

“I can be a different color.” Corpse said and quickly changed his color from pink to white. 

“Oh, Thank you!” You said happily and picked a flower to match it.

“No problem.” He said and you could hear the smile in his voice. It made butterflies appear in your stomach.

“Are you kidding me?!” Said a laughing Lily. “I literally ARGUED with you about letting me have pink!”

“I sense something happening...” Cooed Rae in a sing songy voice. The whole group then erupted in “Ooooo’s”. This made you blush. You covered your face even though they couldn’t see you and Corpse chuckled, which only made you blush more.

Before the game started they all explained to you how to play so you wouldn’t be lost. This calmed your nerves a bit and when the game started you were happily going around the ship completing your tasks. Watering the plants was your favorite so far since you found it satisfying how the plants grew. You saw Corpse run up to you and you made your character step away a bit because you didn’t want to get killed. He instead ran circles around you and you decided to follow him for the rest of the game for safety. You both encountered Rae and Toast by the vending machines but didn’t think much of it and waited for Corpse to finish his task. Until Rae killed you and Toast killed Corpse. “A double kill?!” You shouted to yourself, causing Royal to wake up and slowly get off your lap. “I’m sorry buddy..” You said to him as he laid down in his dog bed. You turn your attention back to the screen as someone found you and Corpse’s dead bodies.

“Um, bodies found by the vending machines.” Said Felix who didn’t sound all too confident. “Jack where were you?” He asked.

“I was in..” As Jack was about to explain himself you heard a ‘pop’ emit from your headphones and saw a red dot by the messages icon. You clicked it and saw it was a message from Corpse. You completely stopped caring about the arguing going on through your headphones as Jack was trying to claim innocence.

“I like your flower :)” It read. You smiled big and immediately typed back.

Your fingers hovered over the keys thinking about what to type back but you settled on a simple “Thank you :D”.

After two games or so everyone got tired and decided to head out. You all said your goodbyes and watched as each person slowly began to leave the call. You didn’t want to leave until you were sure everybody was gone. Everybody left but Corpse. “Hey..” He said, sounding a little shy but it was probably just because he was tired.

“Hi!” You said a little too excited. You immediately wished you could reword what you said a little calmer.

“So, uh..” He began, “Could I possibly get your number? For Among Us games I mean?” He didn’t sound too sure of himself but him asking this made you beam with excitement.

“Of course.” You said calmer than before, “But I don’t know what help I’d be as I’m terrible at this game.” You giggled.

You typed in chat your number, your fingers shaking slightly. “Nah, I liked playing with you.” He said more confident, “You make it more fun. Even though I haven’t ever spoken to you before.” He chuckled. You smiled at his words. Butterflies formed in your stomach hearing him laugh.

You and Corpse chatted a bit more until he decided he should go, but you wished you guys could have kept talking the whole night. You felt this connection with him that you couldn’t put into words. It felt so easy for you to talk to him and you didn’t feel as nervous around him as the others you met today. There was something so calming about him that washed your fears away. You shook your head from the thoughts and told yourself that you just met him today, you shouldn’t get ahead of yourself but it was hard not to.

You were laying in your bed scrolling through twitter when you got a text.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

hey its corpse

is this (Y/N)?

Your heart skipped a beat. You were excited Corpse texted you so fast, hoping you two could continue talking.

You

That’s me!

I thought you were going to sleep?

Corpse🥺🖤

nah i hardly ever sleep i just left because i didnt want to keep you up

i really enjoyed playing with you

You

I enjoyed playing with you too

We should play together again soon

Corpse🥺🖤

definitely

You’ve begun to become really good friends with Corpse over the past week. You and him would facetime each other whenever you could. You always were on facetime with him, actually. Whenever you were studying, you guys were talking. Whenever he was editing, you guys were talking. When you were about to go to bed, you guys were talking. 

Right now, you guys were facetiming as you were studying for an upcoming exam and he was trying to stay awake. You liked having him around when you were studying even if it was through a phone. You didn’t feel pressured to talk or have to worry about an awkward silence with him. It was comfortable silence.

You started to worry that you were keeping him up, though. “You can go to bed if you want,” You said softly as you looked up from your textbook to the black screen propped up against a few books. “ I don’t want to keep you up. You need some rest.”

“No..” He muttered, “I like having you around..”

“I like having you around too Corpsie but we can talk when you wake up.” You told him a little sternly in an effort to convince him to go to bed.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked out of the blue.

You paused before answering and shifted your gaze to the black screen once again. “Yeah sure, go ahead.” 

“Do you want to maybe stay over here for a bit?” He asked, “Whenever you’re free, I mean. If you don’t want to I get that too I just feel so drawn to you I want you closer to me. Is that weird? I’m sorry if that’s weird. Actually, forget I said-”

“I’d love to come over.” You told him with a smile. “When would you want me to be there?”

“As soon as possible.” He said in his raspy, tired voice. Butterflies formed in your stomach and you felt your heart skip a beat. This man was something else.

“I can be over there in the morning..” You start, “I just have to pack and everything. Is it okay if I bring Royal? I don’t want to leave him with my sister.” You look over to Royal sleeping peacefully on your bed, snoring away.

“Hell yeah!” Corpse exclaimed, “I love animals! Bring him over.” You giggled at his excitement.

Corpse ended up falling asleep soon after and you ended the call. As you were getting ready for bed you began to think of what Corpse’s place would be like and what you guys would do. You were definitely going to show him Stardew Valley, that was for sure. You pondered the thought of you finally confessing to him that you wanted to be not just his friend, but girlfriend. You’ve been wanting to do it for awhile now but you get too scared and end up chickening out, so you figured if he liked you like you like him, he’d make the first move. You started to make up scenarios in your head about finally hanging out with Corpse in person as you drifted off to sleep, hearing Royal snoring peacefully in the background.

It was the next morning and as soon as you woke up you changed into your favorite outfit and began to pack. You didn’t know how long you were staying for but you decided to pack about 2 weeks worth of clothes just to be on the safe side. Royal was sitting on the floor watching you as you hurried from your closet to the suitcase on your bed. You were happily humming as you were excited about the day. You heard your phone buzz and you quickly grabbed it from your bed as you saw the name pop up on the screen.

Corpse🥺🖤

hey :) 

heres the address:

You

Thanks! and hello 😊

You two texted until you were ready to go. You were definitely NOT looking forward to driving two and a half hours from LA to San Diego but you were so excited to see Corpse that the dread of the long car ride washed away.

You put Royal into his harness and plopped him in the back seat. He looked at you confused since he rarely ever gets to go for rides in the car. “We’re going to see a friend!” You tell him while petting his head. He then laid down and began to close his eyes.

After what seemed like forever you were finally outside Corpse’s apartment. You grabbed Royal and attached his leash to his harness and then proceeded to grab your giant (and heavy) suitcase out of the trunk. You struggled getting the suitcase up the apartment building stairs but you managed. You felt a sense of relief that his apartment building had an elevator so you didn’t have to deal with more stairs. The ones at the entrance were enough. While you were waiting for the elevator to take you to his floor you took this opportunity to text him.

You

On my way up!

Almost immediately after you sent it he read it. He started typing but the three dots quickly disappeared. Before you could question it the elevator doors opened to his floor. “Come on, Bud!” You said to Royal and motioned for him to go ahead. Royal got up from his sitting stance and lead the way. After passing 2 other doors, you were at Corpse’s. You knocked two times.

You heard shuffling on the other side and the door knob turning shortly after. Before you knew it, Corpse was in front of you. His eyes were looking at yours. You immediately smiled. “Hi.” Corpse said with a slight smile as well.

“Hi..” You said shyly. You didn’t know how to react now that he was in front of you and not behind a screen. He stepped aside and motioned for you to come inside. You entered his apartment and set your suitcase by the couch. Royal was pawing at Corpse’s leg, begging for pets.

“Aww, hi buddy!” Corpse said excitedly. “He’s so well behaved.” Corpse was talking to you now.

“Yeah, it took work though.” You laughed slightly. “Your place is really nice.” You said as you looked around. You noticed all of his mirrors were covered up, but you decided not to ask him about that. He probably had his reasons.

“Thank you.” Corpse said as he looked at you. “You look pretty.”

You blushed and turned your head away from him so he couldn’t see your pink cheeks. “Thank you.”

Corpse cleared his throat, “So uh, I don’t have a guest bedroom so I’ll take the couch for however long you want to stay.”

You quickly shot your head at him. “No no no I’m not letting you sleep on the couch in your own apartment.” You argued with him.

“Well, I’m not letting you sleep on the couch.” Corpse stated.

“Then we’ll share your bed.” You said with a shrug and headed towards his room to set your suitcase down, Royal following closely behind you. You didn’t see anything wrong with it. You and Rae share one whenever you guys sleep over at each other’s house and you thought this was no different

“O-okay.” He responded and quickly followed after you, “So, this is my room.” he said as you and him both entered.

“I like it!” You exclaimed as you looked around. You liked how dark it was in there. You smiled at him and he smiled back at you. That smile.. You thought and quickly fumbled with your suitcase as you set it down by his closet. Corpse came closer to you.

“Can I give you a hug?” Corpse said a little shyly, as if I’d say no.

“Of course!” You said and wrapped your arms around his neck. He was taken aback but quickly put his hands around your waist. You caught a whiff of his mild cologne which made you want to stay in the hug a little longer. You didn’t want to be weird though and pulled away from the embrace.

“I’m really happy you’re here.” He said as he looked into your eyes. I could kiss him right now, oh my God. Your mind raced, but you managed to get out some words.

“I am, too.” You said.

It’s only been about a day since you’ve been over at Corpse’s. Sharing the bed seems to be no big deal as he barely seems to sleep. You so far liked being there with him.

Right now, you were on the phone with an overly excited Rae.

“You’re at his HOUSE?!” She yelled excitedly in your ear. Your face cringed a little bit from the yelling.

“Yeah,” You told her, “He has a really nice place.” You said as you scanned his living room.

“I knew you guys would hit it off!” Rae said, “I should be a matchmaker or something.” You blushed at her comment.

“Nothing’s happened yet.” You said quietly, not wanting Corpse to hear you.

“Girl, you’re at his house.” Rae said in a obvious tone. You rolled your eyes.

“This could just mean he likes having me over as a FRIEND.” You told her. You were hoping that wasn’t the case though and Corpse did have feelings for you. You smiled at the thought.

“You are so oblivious.” Rae said with a sigh, “Anyway, I gotta go workout. Love ya! Hope everything goes well!” She said the last part in her sing songy voice.

“Love you too!” You said back and ended the call. What do I do now? You thought. Corpse was streaming so you couldn’t hangout with him right now and your physics class isn’t till a few hours. You were hungry, though, and decided to cook some lunch for you and Corpse. It’ll be a nice surprise for him. You smiled at the thought.

You made your delicious Dorito taco salad that you love so much. You made a bowl for Corpse as well and took it to his room where he resided. He didn’t seem to be streaming anymore and was just scrolling through Twitter on his computer.

“I come with food!” You say as you place the bowl down in front of him. You seem to have startled him as he jumped slightly when you spoke. He examined the bowl suspiciously.

“What is this?” He says cautiously of your creation.

“It’s Dorito taco salad.” You explain, “It has crushed up Doritos, of course, shredded chicken, lettuce, olives, and sour cream in it.” He seemed to be skeptical of it, which was a given every time you made it for someone new, but people ended up loving it when they tasted it. You were confused as to how many people found it weird since your mom made it for you when you were a kid a ton, so you were used to the delicious lunch dish.

“Okay.” He said and took a bite of it. His eyes lit up. “Oh my god, this is so good!” He exclaimed and took another bite. You giggled with excitement that he loved it like you did.

You both ate together and laid down on the bed as you talked about random things that were going on in your lives. You guys were laughing at a joke Corpse said until Corpse got serious.

“I have to tell you something.” Corpse said and looked into your eyes.

“Okay,” You said confused, “Go ahead.”

He took a deep breath. “I like you.” He confessed, “Like, romantically. I have for awhile now actually and I don’t know what it is about you and I thought I was done with love but you make me feel so happy and different from anyone else I’ve talked to. You don’t have to feel the same way but I couldn’t keep my feelings in for any longer.”

You paused for a moment. Is this actually happening? Are you in a dream? “I like you too, Corpse.” You say softly. His eyes beam with excitement..

“Really?” He asks.

You laugh at his bewilderment. “Yes, really!”

He tackles you in a hug on the bed. You giggle from his excitement. He’s on top of you and he lifts his head up from your neck to look you in the eyes. You get a rush of emotions as you see the care and love in his eyes as he’s looking at you.

You blurt out what you were thinking in that exact moment. “Kiss me.”

He leans in and kisses you softly. One hand is holding him up on the bed as the other is cupping your cheek. You take one hand and tangle it in his hair. This causes him to deepen the kiss with you. The kiss turns rough. You’re both so in the moment you don’t want to come up for air but you guys manage to keep going by taking in air when your lips part for brief moments. The hand that was cupping your cheek is now next to your head, taking the responsibility of holding him up. The other hand is trailing up and down your thigh, squeezing your thigh tightly ever so often. You eventually break the heated kiss and look up at him. You were hoping he could see the love you had for him in your eyes.

“I liked that.” You say smiling.

He chuckled at your words. “I like it too.”

[hoe4rairai]

For the excitement of finally see kengan request open, I forgot the suggestions and ideas I had to make for this opportunity, so while I think of something better, I'll leave this here.

Look, a jealous Raian. Not the toxic kind, not the kind of Raian that hates to have his s/o looked at for two seconds, no. This kind of jealousy that burns you up inside, not because another man looked at his female, spend time with his s/o, no no. For the simple reason that he thinks there is another man out there who is better for his wife. In every way, romantically, professionally, in education, in everything. Someone less of a monster.

I've always had this little headcanon where Raian would always feel jealous at one point. Even though this piece of shit has a god complex, when he stops thinking about that term and falls into reality (even for one night), he doesn't doubt and can't get it out of his head that there is and will be a man a thousand times better for his s/o.

HOLLY SHIT, this is long, sorry. Sorry if there is any misspelling, English is not my first language.

So sorry to keep you waiting .... 💗💗🙈 work is crazy and btw English isn't my 1st language either heheheee...

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Headcanon Time

Raian the non toxic Jealous man AWWWWW

- Raian is a possessive man over anything and everything he claims his . This part is just never going to change so JUST DEAL WITH IT.

- Even though possessiveness is a negative trait to many but his possessiveness is not fuelled with toxic behaviour.

- When I write about Raian, I imagine The Brutal heartless Raian but as a real human. And I strongly believe every man has a soft spot for a woman / man ( name them a Lover ) that's where most of my thoughts come from. ( I needed to get this out of the way 😵‍💫👀 )

- Back to Raian >

- He will probably be quiet when he is jealous not because he doesn't want to start any drama ( wooh that man can be the king or dramas if he felt like it ) but because he just knows that you got the hint and he knows that you value his trust.

- Actually, even though Raian is possessive and he is a true sucker for all the attention you give him and will chase you for it like a clingy kitty but somehow it doesn't upsent him when other men see you attractive, actually he caught himself smile when he looks at them wanting you but he knows you won't even give them a flying fuck.

- its not like he is 100% sure u won't leave him or find no one attractive but him, but I guess its little more deeper than that.

- Ohhhhh yes boo the man can feel deep things too and his feelings for you run deep.

- Raian will never waste his time on anyone unless someone change something in him be it bad change or a good one. Raian acts with his instincts like a predator he either kill danger or f*ck a baby into his lover PerioT.

- Sometimes you wonder if he's jealousy is because he is a demanding big boi or is it because he is insecure .

- RAIAN INSECURE PISHHHH PLZ BITCH WDF R U TALKING ABOUT ...

- wellp let me surprise you ...Yes he is insecure not about his looks, body, your love for him , financially or any of that .. No..

- Raian insecurity comes from his tough handling , his bloody job, his brutal fights and his lust for blood. You see all that was not even a problem, he actually lived for all that. His love for a good kill sometimes suppressed his love for sex ( THATS SICK ) SORRY ..

- Until you showed up unannounced to shift these measures into something more human base, and that's what made him insecure and at times confused to wdf is he doing with an angel like you.

- He saw how you treat ppl kindly, he saw your soft side, the way you stupidly cry while watching a sad movie and he laughs at you then pretend to die as well so he gets the same reaction from you 🤣 ( I fuckin swear I can see him do that ) .

- Raian, understands where your strength comes from, not from him but from within you and I can't tell you how much he admires that in you. He knows you need him and you will never leave him but his job, his lust for blood and twisted ways gives him a glimps of the idea that might cause him to turn to a real devil and start a killing spree on humanity.

- ( SOMEONE ELSE OUT THERE IS BETTER FOR YOU THAN HIM )

- the question is ( will you rather be with a wild, unrefined, blunt and strong lover that nothing about him is normal and can literally fight demons for you or with just a guy who will show you how much he loves you and would die for you but doesn't have what it takes to keep you on your feet, to burn you with desire, to leave you beg for me, to give you a zest about life and make you get out of your comfort zone )

You choose ..... ???

......

RAIAN IS LIVING IN MY HEAD RENT FREE AND I AM EXHAUSTED BUT HAPPY

Photo credit to owner

[enden-k]

i saw one of the anons posting link to something related with Childes reruns, and it reminded me how so many people were "leaking" that he was going to die in an event that he was in at that time lmao 😭

ohh i remember that, that was during labyrinth warriors. i dont really trust ppl going "theyre gonna die in this and that event bc of a leak i saw", ppl also claimed kazuha and xiao will die and theyre still here haha. some leaks can be misinterpreted or ppl read someones theories based on leaks and spread it around as canon i guess?

i do imagine smth will happen with childe in the future though and i also have theories or ideas. but best is to just wait and see yourself and not get confused i think

[joandfriedrich]

that one post vermillionflycatcher reblogged from is odd. literally nobody hates Bhaer for being a "mediocre white man". Most ppl don't think of him at all (and more is the pity!).

the OP used to be a huge Little Women hater and called its fans white bread old ladies, so it's confusing here they are acting like big fans and insinuating he is hated by the masses (please... that would be Amy!).

I don't know the OP of that post, so I cannot nor will I make any final judgment on them and it could very well be possible that this was their first impression and after some time and rereading the book, they understand it better, that can and does happen.

And as for Friedrich, you'd be surprised by how many people really seem to hate his character. He and Amy both get a lot of hate, but Friedrich is hated by plenty for reasons as I have seen described below:

1. He's poor, unattractive and old. Seriously, that is what I see most people comment when there is a Jo x Friedrich picture, edit or video, comments on his it's gross because he is too old, or how they don't like him but only if *insert attractive actor* played him. It's incredibly shallow and mean, especially coming from a generation of people who claim to be all "be body positive" and "don't judge a book by its cover". Hypocrites.

2. He stole Jo away from Laurie. You can't steal what was never yours. Jo never wanted Laurie as a lover or husband, she made that very clear that she saw him as a brother, and her feelings never changed in the later years. She even admits that she would have accepted his proposal not because she loves him any different but because she is so lonely, and she was really hoping that Friedrich would come after finding his note. She was always pining for Friedrich after leaving New York and turning down Laurie's proposal, always him, never Laurie.

3. He's just a shoehorned in character that ruined Alcott's original ending of Jo being a spinster writer. This whole sentence is a big falsehood but no one knows that the story was written in two parts, ending with Meg getting engaged which allowed Alcott to do the second half in a timely and thought out manner, or that her publisher never pressured her in making of the characters getting married at the end, but that Alcott wanted Jo to be married because, if we follow that Jo is Alcott's avatar, then it would mean she could in a way finally be with the man she loved but never could marry, Friedrich being Thoreau's avatar. To say Alcott shoehorned him in is not only a huge lie, but an insult to Alcott and her writing. It was all done with purpose and no one gets that.

4. He hated Jo's writings and made her feel made/cry. This one is the biggest myth that goes around the Little Women fandom, and allow me to repeat it again. THIS. NEVER. HAPPENS! He never hated her writing, he loved it and encouraged her to move forward, he criticized the loose morals of the magazine, the same one she didn't want anyone to know she wrote for out of shame, and how it is not right for kids to get their hands on this. Jo hated writing for the magazine, but she needed the money and he knew that. He never judged her for doing what she had to to help pay for her family, especially since he had been in her place as he is poor himself, he just reminded her that she shouldn't have to sell out and do something that she didn't feel completely in her heart.

Amy gets plenty of hate yes, and this can be a discussion for another day, but it's not completely true that Friedrich is not thought of or gets off scot free. People hate him irrationally because they are stuck on their immature notions of love and because people like Gerwig are spreading falsehoods of how the story went.

[kanmom51]

hi, genuinely curious, why do you think you know so much about bts’s personal lives? like just shipping real people in general that you don’t now personally, bc i saw some of ur posts(not just u, a LOT of others seem to think the same) and i’m confused like how do you know all that from a video/photo?

Ask 2:  hi i think i might have sounded rude in my last anon and im so so sorry if i did, i don’t mean to sound mean but english isn’t my first language and i don’t now how else to write it.

What i mean is i just can’t see it, but so many ppl including you seem convinced jimin and jungkook are a couple? i now there’s probably something i’m missing that’s obvious to everyone else bc to me they just seem like really good and close friends, so like what is it that you think makes it obvious?? (again i’m just genuinely curious abt this pls don’t take it the wrong way 💜)

I’m not clairvoyant and don’t claim to know what goes on behind closed doors.  I have said time and time again that we have no way of knowing what goes on when the cameras are off or when they are in private, unless they tell us.

I do speculate sometimes and make assumptions based on the content I’ve seen, but always original content, and not edited clips.  

I have also made it clear every single time that these are my opinions and conclusions, take them or leave them.

There is a ton of BTS content out there to go through, which includes, just as an example (because there is so much more):  Run BTS episodes, interviews (video, written and radio), member Tweets, memories, Bon Voyage, packages (summer, winter), Bangtan bombs, fan meets, Musters, concerts etc.

You need to watch original content, because, and it saddens me to say this, there is some Jikook YT content that is distorted, edited, slow motioned to fit the story, and not all of it is ‘real’ in the sense, that if you see the original content, see the true moment within it’s context and in real speed, well, it isn’t a ‘real’ moment.  I have called out some of those moments in the past.

But there are things you can’t fake.  

There a several moments that solidified for me the special connection between JK & JM.  

Watch original content over the years and you will see there is something special between those two, a special and strong connection.  JK clearly finds JM as someone he can confide in and someone that can calm him or console him in times of need.  He has said it in interviews and we have seen him do so in the content out there.

JM is JK’s anchor.  His safe place.

JK is JM’s happy place.  When JM is down JK is the one who knows how to cheer him up.  Even Jin had mentioned it once in an interview.

JK is JM’s protector in sorts.  We’ve seen them at the airports, we’ve seen him carry JM after concerts.

They are super close.  We know they constantly choose to travel together in the same car (when every member has their own car and they are the only ones together)...  They choose spend ‘off time’ together - bowling, going to watch a movie, ice skating with each other.  JK himself told us in BV4 that the only members he sae during their time off were JM & Hobi.  They are just super close.

So what made me make the one step further and conclude they are romantically involved?

There are several things that pushed me over the edge.  Some of them are:

First, the content, again.  There is content out there that is way beyond “we are very close platonic friends”.  Things they say or do in front of the camera that give you so much “we are a couple” vibe. 

There is content that makes you feel like you are intruding on a very intimate private moment: 

MAMA 2018 is one of them.  I can’t say one, because there are so many moments there that are “WOW, what’s going on here?”

Rose Bowl is also such a moment that is as clear as day, with no acceptable logical explanation other than: “there is something more between those two”.  

Those are only 2 examples, but there are many more such moments, where the intimacy level is way more than even the best platonic friendship out there.

You don’t need to be a rocket scientist to put 1 & 1 together here.  These moments are loud and clear.

There are the more subtle moments too, those that add up on you, those that if you will look at each of them by themselves you would say: “yeah, nothing here”, but when you put them together, another one and another one and another one, well the conclusion is pretty much clear.

It’s JM’s Tweets, their matching clothing over the years, their choice to spend time together, their private trip, GCFT, JK’s choice to put JM front and center in all his other GCF’s, the way they look at each other, the way they talk about each other, the two very famous lives from 2016 (Tae’s & Hobi’s), their own lives (OMG), things JM tells us (like waking up and seeing JK is what makes him happy these days), “you are me I am you”,  the way they touch, especially during the first few years (2016-2018), those hesitant light touches & brushes (if skinship is not an issue here, why do they hesitate so much to touch each other??? when they have no problem doing so with the others, all when we do know just how close they are), the way they talk to each other, they way JK lets JM get away with shit, while he doesn’t the other members, the way JK drops honorifics with JM +++++ so much more.

There another couple of independent points that helped to push me over the edge too.  

The first is the other members reactions when JK & JM go on with their shenanigans.  RM, Hobi, Jin, Suga & Tae all react differently, each and every one of them has a tell.  Suga and Tae go blank many times.  Jin lowers his head.  Hobi either had a worried look on his face or a big fat smile, and RM, well he’s the most obvious out of the lot.  It’s facial expressions, uneasy movement, fisting his thighs, looking to Hobi or Suga with pleading eyes, running to the two thinking he might have to defuse a moment, separating the two when he feels it’s needed.  It’s all that and then some.  Now if there is nothing ‘more’ going on between those two, why is all of that even necessary???  Those two’s interactions on camera just make the rest of the group nervous, especially RM.  Ask yourself the question: why??  

Another thing I keep asking myself is, if these two are clearly super close, why is there a constant need to downplay their closeness?  This is something that is done by BTS and BH as well as the fandom.  And I find it hard to understand, again, if there is nothing extra going on between them, why downplay them.  You may disagree with me on this, but to me it seems they are way closer than JM & Tae, but they are called ‘soulmates’ while JK & JM are ‘nothing’? It’s like they are there, and it’s clear as day just how close they are, but it’s not a subject they are allowed to talk about.  And the way the fandom is as much as ignoring it also raises so many questions for me.  If this is an innocent platonic close friendship, why ignore it?  How come the fandom isn’t celebrating it? 

Thing is, that not only does the fandom ignore their connection, they are being hated for it.  The level of anti and hatred  out there towards them is unbelievable.  And yet again, that raises the question of why?  If nothing is going on there why such anti towards those two, together, in particular?

At the end of the day, I guess life experience is probably what helps me out here.  I have been around for a while, experienced love and heartbreak, and also a long term relationship. I know the signs, you could say.  It helps being able to assess a situation and read into it.  

It’s ok to question yourself.  I do so constantly.  I watch and re-watch content.  I read interviews, I question my logic, my conclusions.  I, just like any normal person, do have self doubt at times.  Believe me, I would not have written what I have before checking and re-checking myself.  And still, these are my conclusions.  I believe that JK & JM are not only super close, but also romantically involved.  There you have it.

[raccoonhour]

Last night, after a cheerful party, I drunkenly cried and cried and cried. I sat on the floor of my shower and sobbed.

At the party, I saw some old and new friends, who reminded me what it feels like to be understood in my queer experience. People that I can just say something about being bi (or poly probably), and it’s just normal - no surprise, no questions, just understanding my experience. I felt so whole. Earlier that evening, i causally mentioned to a friend in a story that “me and [boyfriends name] are open. She circled back to it like “wait what I didn’t know that????”. All surprise and no “good for you doing what is best for you!” This same friend, who I’ve knows for 10+ years, but doesn’t know me super deep, did a double take a year ago when I slipped in in a convo “one time on a date with a girl”. She didn’t ask any questions, but I could see she was so thrown off that I said I dated a woman. It’s nothing against her or how she reacted - I get it, it’s new info, and it can be surprising. And maybe she thought I would have “come out” to her.

So after the party, I was talking with my boyfriend about it all. (He was great and understanding and validating). But damn I started to get so sad. I had these stark experiences of feeling so seen by my queer friends, and my straight friend being so surprised by WHO I AM.

It made me feel lonely. It made me feel not queer. It made me sob over my (and many others) bisexual experience. I desperately want to be seen and accepted as who I fully am. I want to date a woman, be in love with a woman. I want to be seen as a woman who loves women. I want ppl to stop assuming I’m straight bc I’ve had 2 long term boyfriends. I want the world to understand and REMIND ME that I AM queer even though I’ve never romantically loved a woman. I want to live in a world where I don’t have to come out or have ppl assume I’m straight.

I’ve never formally come out. I just say whatever I want to say and ppl can interpret it. I’ll say to any friend “that woman’s so hot” or mention my woman celeb crush or mention I dated/slept with a woman. Pisses me off that it surprises people. I want them to go “that makes sense. I see you in your queerness, and it is you”, or I want ppl to just not assume anyone’s straight. (I’m guilty of that).

I know a bigger part than I’d like to admit of why I haven’t formally come out is biphobia/erasure, internal and external. I don’t want to have to deal with ppl not getting it bc I’ve only been in relationships with men. I don’t want the confused questions. I don’t want to have to explain that the times I’ve dated women have been while I’ve been with my boyfriend, and have to explain poly too. I don’t want to deal with peoples reactions.

But damn, I want to be seen.

I also hold so much guilt - I KNOW I’m queer and I can be loud and proud and claim it (even tho I have to remind myself a lot), but it still feels wrong to “come out” and be super open when I’ve never been in a relationship with a woman. I feel like a fraud all the time (I try and challenge it). I don’t want to take the space from people in gay relationships. That’s the bi erasure, I feel like I can’t claim my space in it. But I try. I do, in my ways.

I think right now my approach is to just be me and say and share all gay things I want, and those who get it, get it. It feels really good to been seen as queer by other queer ppl, who are usually the ppl who pick up my cues. But that means most ppl just skate past it and see me as a loud ally. I want to be seen by them too tho.

And I don’t want it to be a surprise. And i want them to say something nice to me after I divulge!

I know I slipped in that I’m gay and poly to my friend, but I think it really hurt my feelings that it wasn’t met with warmth. I know she’s just trying to play it cool bc I slipped it in and she didn’t know if I wanted to talk about it maybe. But I just came out to you. It obviously is not something I shout about. I wanted more tenderness.

So I cried and cried and cried. I hadn’t done that in a while. I remember last time I cried like that over sexuality was when I dated my ex bf of 4 years, and I so desperately wanted to explore my bisexuality. I didn’t know if I was gay at that time. And I felt like I’d never get to “find out” and explore (ik u don’t need to explore to know, but I wanted to). And eventually we broke up and I slept with my best friend, and grew to really know I was bi. And now with my current bf of 5 years, I know who I am. We are open, I have very causally dated women. I even could fall in love with a woman, even tho I don’t think I will (while being poly). I can’t imagine being fully out as poly, that’s so much bullshit to deal with. I crave having the experience of being in love and in a relationship with woman (as my primary relationship, not while with my bf). Being out and proud and seen as who I am by the world. I hate that I can’t have that, without breaking up with my boyfriend. I wish I could live both lives. Or I wish I dated a woman in the past and had that experience already. I feel much more sure in myself than with my ex, I can tell that I’m not “secretly way more into women and actually don’t want to be with a man” and that I do love and want to be with my bf. I just mourn that I can’t have both. That I never got to be in love with a woman. That I don’t get to grow old with one. It’s confusing to feel so sad about this, makes me question if I’m unhappy in my relationship and am just too scared to break up. But that’s not it. I’m just sad I don’t get it all. Even if I were single, there is no guarantee I’d fall in love with a women, it’s hard to fall in love, and you don’t fully chose. When I was single last time I ended up falling in love with a man again (granted I was not looking to date women at that time), and lots of bi women I know date more men. I know I can love men and women. I know I want to be with my bf, I know it’s not a “deal breaker” that I’ve never loved a woman, and it’s not something that I have to experience. It’s just life. You miss out on things when you choose one thing.

But I just desperately want to be seen and experience all that I am. But that’s not the world we live in, and that’s not realistic.

What I do have control over - finding more queer community and investing in friendships. Exploring romance with women within my open relationship. Choosing to share more of who I am with the world.

And sigh, even rereading this I get a knee jerk reaction of feeling silly, silly that this matters so much to me. Silly that it upsets me that I am not seen as queer when I’m getting all the privileges of being straight passing. Guilty that i want to be more oppressed?? Silly that reading queer books and watching shows wreck me so much bc I care so much. I know that’s all judgement and I should let myself feel what I feel without shame. But still. It’s hard.

[peonycats]

When it comes to the existence of nations, do you think they just appear and either an older nation finds them or they raise themselves, or do you think they exists by like human reproduction? If that makes sense.

P. S. Your art is hella good.

oh shit i was thinking abt writing smth abt this for the longest time dhsfkjsdkj

I personally think they just. appear one day. At least according to a nation, there was one day where they just woke up and remembered existing, but for the older ones, it’s prbly messier- they remember things before they would’ve even been alive, and others remember seeing them before they remembered existing, fleeting images in the forest or the sea. Maybe they will be raised by humans, maybe they will be raised by other nations, or maybe they will be raised alone- it really depends. But I do think they instinctively seek out their people, and then, maybe other nations. 

I do so for the following reasons:

Where and when does a nation begin?

Blablablah you could talk until the cows come home about when a country really was founded, or when the foundations for the country’s culture were laid down, or when a country really started existing for one group of people versus another group of people, point is: when a country comes into existence is very disputed. I like to keep their beginnings super vague and confusing, even laced with the supernatural to match the reality of nation building/ethnogenesis.

Why should nations reproduce sexually and like humans?

For example, Spain is comprised of Iberian, Carthagian, Phoenician, Roman, Vandal, Arab, and many many more influences. How are you going to boil these down into one “father” and one “mother” role? If you say two of them get to be “parents” and the rest are mentors, how do you judge that? The earliest influences? The most “important”? What if there’s more than two of those? On another note, I think its boring af to think nations have such easy and clearly defined parental and familial relationships when even humans dont have such easily defined relationships

Nations are fundamentally inhuman

I personally dont go with the nations are born from humans before they become nations, even if it could be a cool metaphor for how once human and organic relationships and kinship are twisted and bent into empire and states and governments. Beyond the reason of “Nation beginnings are weird and murky and I like it that way”, I think it makes them a little too close to humanity, and one of my fave areas to explore immortality and how you would cope to deal with that, and how nations deal with each other, and generations and concepts of family among ppl who... dont quite perceive the world like humans

How nations see each other is weird and hard to pin down and ever changing

When nations dont have sexual reproduction to ascertain lineage, who do they decide to view as family? the answer is prbly the same reasons why national leaders and cultures have considered other cultures to be “family”- pragmatic or narrative means. It’s useful to claim commonality, and that can be used for smth like unification, or assimilation, whether or not that claim of commonality is wanted by both sides is an entirely different conversation as well. 

One of the most interesting facets of exploring history through the lens of anthromorphized nations is this sort of conflict between the inhuman and human. Sure, it’s politically useful for X nation to claim shared heritage with Y nation, but  X nation may develop real feelings of kinship and familial ties with Y nation, and how does that clash when for example, Y nation sees only the pragmatic reasons behind X nation’s claims? Humans also “make up” family, because family doesnt have to be blood too. 

The relationship between two nations can drastically change over time: two cultures that could’ve once been pretty much identical can split over time into drastically differing ones, and that of course, that’s discounting political and more artificial divisions. Nations could go from calling one another brothers to enemies in a few years, saying they never saw each other as such to begin with.

By making none of the nations truly blood related, it captures the instability and flexibility of their relationships, and how we (and our in-groups) remain unsure of each other and ourselves, never entirely certain of how we are perceived by others.

[twopoppies]

I'm a bit confused sorry if this is old but, did Harry really mean he doesn't label himself (so he's unlabeled) or that he didn't feel like explaining to ppl about it? Bcs I saw many ppl debate about what he really meant

Hi darling. He made that comment in an interview for the Sun with Dan Wootton. This is the exact context in which that quote was made:

I ask Harry about sexuality in pop, a topic in the headlines after MILEY CYRUS spoke openly about her pansexuality. What’s his take?

He says: “Being in a creative field, it’s important to be ­progressive. People doing stuff like that is great.

“It’s weird for me — everyone should just be who they want to be. It’s tough to justify somebody having to answer to someone else about stuff like that.”

So has Harry personally labelled his sexuality?

He replies: “No, I’ve never felt the need to really. No.”

Would he like to elaborate? “I don’t feel like it’s something I’ve ever felt like I have to explain about myself.”

People who are claiming that “Harry is unlabelled” as a way to stop people from discussing his sexuality (or, more specifically, from saying that Harry is queer) are purposely misunderstanding what he’s saying in this interview. 

It’s quite clear to me that Wootton was pushing for something and Harry was not willing to give him anything. Saying he “never felt the need to” label his sexuality and saying it’s something he never felt he had to explain about himself, is the only way a person who is closeted, and doesn’t want to lie, can answer. The master of duck and dive was avoiding giving an actual answer. He’s not saying he’s “Unlabelled”. Saying that he was is like playing a ridiculous game of telephone where the story is distorted so many times by the time it gets to the end. 

On top of all of this, please people. Think logically. Why would Harry Styles ever give any sort of exclusive interview where he reveals his sexuality to Dan Wootton, of all people?