#but if I get no responses then it’s just gonna be my thoughts which I dare say are mediocre 💀

[professional-jaywalker]

Mildly annoyed at the trend of people... Forgetting that many of the strong experiences one can feel about alterhumanity are historically very very common in otherkin and therianthrope? This is not... Beef toward anyone, in fact this popped up bc I checked in on a non anglophone alt-h server, but god. Like speed round. As a note this is gonna be more therian linguo heavy just bc I'm very tired, a therianthrope, and mostly was in therian spaces so it's what I default to but a lot of those are applicable to otherkin n fictionkin.

"can phantom shifts feel like physically shapeshifting"

-> yeah this was an experience talked about not uncommonly on forums. A lot of therianthropes expressed the feeling of "a pelt under your skin begging to breach out" or feeling limbs push out against their skin as the phantom shift took place. Sure a lot of people also feel very mild phantom shifts. Both exist. But this experience is in fact a phantom shift experience. We called ourselves "weres" for a reason. Seems more common in people who distinctly see themselves as werecreatures, but this is not abnormal for a phantom shift, although preferably you should do a doctor check if you feel pain (also an experience ppl talked about, but it's not usually thought of as "normal" just bc. Well that's kinda bad and may hide an injury or whatever so it's better to check mundane reasons first. But painful shifts seem to exist you should just be very very certain nothing else could be causing it).

"I can't turn off being an animal / I can't stop my instincts at inconvenient times / I don't feel suited for human society"

-> this one always surprises me when it's presented as bizarre for otherkin/therians. That was like... A baseline therian experience. Yeah no a lot of us can't either. Usually the difference is that this feeling is at an all time high when in situations where you are constantly pressured to "human" correctly, socialize and have no breaks to wild it out, which corresponds a lot to The Entire Duration Of School and is therefore a more common complaint amongst teenagers than adults. It gets a bit easier as an adult sometimes if you're lucky to have opportunities that let you manage your life around instincts and such, although sometimes, well, you gotta play by societies rules to survive n it stays hard. Also a commonly reported experience. You do learn! But some people are better at hiding instincts than other, some instincts are easier to hide than other, etc.

"I have shifts I cannot control under very intense emotions"

-> "Berserker shift" is a controversial term due to a variety of reasons that span the usual "that's too weird, don't talk about that", the fact you're still responsible for what you do while shifty, or just bc it sounds kinda... Edgy, from a first glance, but it IS a term from our history and a lot of people do report the experience of going fully animalistic if freaked out enough. Sometimes alongside extremely strong phantom shifts as described in the first point! I've heard of people who had complete verbal shutdown and could neither speak nor understand speech, could not walk on two legs, reacted with growling spitting and biting, just the whole thing. I think this experience is a bit harder to find mostly because it's... Very vulnerable, usually. It tends to require less than pleasant conditions, and tends to be very vilified, so not talked about much, but very much something that is recorded.

Transhumanism, species transition and body mods overall

-> I'm not gonna talk much about this one bc I've said a lot in other posts, but there's a reason trans species and therianthropy are super intertwined and it's... Because a lot of therianthropes did historically attempt to transition or at least modify their body and surroundings to their best capacities. The idea that therianthropes, as a rule, mostly do not attempt to modify their bodies seems to me very incorrect.

"I feel a strong, almost supernatural drive toward nature / I feel in my bones I am nonhuman / I believed I could physically shift during most of my life under the right conditions"

-> This one is going to be a bit hard for me. As a result of having psychosis, I have kind of a mental block over thinking too much about it in regards to myself. It's also I think A Major way ppl seem to be confirming physical nonhumanity, so like, you do you, I'm not Telling you anything about yourself. However I do want to note that these feelings aren't particularly rare amongst nonhumans overall. A reason why so many therianthropes got in toxic groups that promised being able to go back to one's true form was... Because a lot of us are deeply convinced in some way or another that if things align juuuuust right maybe just maybe we'll have our bodies again. It's not hard to. Understand why an entire community defined by being in the wrong body would have this trait. A lot of us felt a strong drive toward nature, a feeling of being displaced amongst humans, a lot of us attempted to physically shift.

"I wish I could have my species's offsprings / I feel dysphoria over my sexual functions / I have sexual drives that align with being weird fetishes in a human society"

-> this one is more getting erased due to puritanism I think but yeah no for a lot of nonhumans it. Does not stop magically under the belt. And it's not a problem unless any theriform animal is involved. Yes even if it's kinda nasty to think about. I will however note for the first point "no theriform animal is involved" kinda still goes, please do not adopt animals, especially exotic animals, under the impression that you can parent them as a theriform animal could? It CAN be possible to raise a theriform animal in a way that would satisfy parental instincts if you're trained for it, but we're not special. We got raised by humans, we don't magically understand our species better than people trained for it. Very imprinted animals commonly make poor parents.

"I remember my past life / I communicate with my animal self spiritually / other spiritual experiences"

-> this one is such a surprise to me to see so uncommon now. Spirituality used to be a cornerstone of otherkin and therian spaces and it's kinda wild to me to see it's so rare now. So yeah no that's very much a thing. I don't think I've seen someone soul search for their "true name" in ages, when that was everywhere on old spirituality inclined forums. I can't speak much on this bc I am not a spiritual therianthrope + point about psychosis made before but I've seen parallel lives, I've seen past lives, I've seen future lives, I've seen misplaced souls, I've seen having a chat with your theriotype as a representation of your soul... Awakening seemed to have a meaning of the... Spiritual event of your soul kinda ripping to reveal your inner self for a while, a singular event in which you start remembering. Was very common on an old french forum over here. Not sure if that was as common in English ones. A lot of people's nonhumanity was not as based on shifts and instincts as on uncovering that hidden self through spiritual means, memories, and such.

Weird Shit Happens Around Me ("I can't digest things a human should digest in accordance to my species, ppl have noted my nonhuman traits as if they could see my invisible limbs, animals react weird to me, etc")

-> noooooted in the past but I think these have always been subject to doubt to be fair. Like you can find records of stuff like that quite easily, but also its very hard to prove in any way, shape or form. So that's a reason it's not in the basics of nonhumanity. But yeah historically a lot of otherkin/therianthropes have claimed Weird Shit Happens. Not rly my case so can't speak on it.

And I think I've mentioned what I had in my brain but this is just to remind ppl like... The therianthrope who wears a mask for fun and is only mildly inconvenienced by their animality is not really a representation of the community historically. Weve always been pretty fucking intense and pretty fucking weird. Chances are, if you are experiencing a very weird thing, it's not particularly a disqualifier of therianthropy or otherkin historically. Not that people might not give you shit about it! Pretty much all the points here, while not uncommon reported experiences, ARE in fact also things I've seen ppl be antagonistic about in the community. Which to be clear is stupid. But yeah it doesn't mean you're wrong, it means they don't realize the extent of our experiences.

[unluckilyimnot]

In which you're drunk and you fantasize about Ace and it goes wrong (not really).

Note: first (and failed) attempt for my ace ver. of bed chem. I'll do something sweeter than that. again first time writing with him so he might be ooc. I didn't really like it at first, I wrote that at 3am but my bestie told me it was fine so here it is.

Fluff, mention of alcohol, being drunk and wanting to sleep with someone. Don't ask for smut. ~3k.

m.list | rules (read before asking for anything!)

You knew you shouldn’t think that. It was out of place, you’ve drunk one too much and he’s your superior. And yet there you are, another glass full of rum in one hand, the other holding your head from falling and your eyes fix on Ace, a few steps away.

He looks so hot, it’s taking all the space available inside your brain at the moment. His hair’s falling perfectly around his face – it doesn’t matter how many times he pushed it away, it always falls back perfectly. His hat’s resting on his shoulders, his weight is put on his arm as he holds his drink with his other hand – showing off his muscles for anyone to see. You wished you respected yourself enough to stop there. Stop looking. Stop your train of thoughts from going from his arms to his hair, fantasizing about your fingers dragging their way up his arm to his hair, grabbing it just enough for him to sigh. Your cheeks flushed at the thought.

You drank your glass in one go, receiving cheers from your crew. Ace’s eyes fell on you, a cocky, happy smile on his lips and you caught a light of excitement in his eyes that matches with half of the people sitting in the deck at the moment. The sun has disappeared for a moment now, the night is dark, full of stars and the light reflecting on his face is too much for you. It’s overwhelming, imagining him with you : strong arm holding you like you weigh nothing, pulling you on his laps, whispering things so sweet in your ear when you can feel him hard between your legs. It’s intoxicating. You shouldn't think about that, dream about that.

You shake your head, trying to push it away but it seems like it can only get worse when you think of him kissing your neck all the way down your chest. It’s too much, you shut your eyes, taking a small breath in before getting up.

“They're gonna be sick,” someone laughed, you can’t picture who, and honestly – you’d rather be sick to death right now.

You ran to the other side of the ship, far from the small party, from all the alcohol. Far away from Ace. Holding the fence with both hands, you take a deep breath. The salty air cleans your mind a little before an awful wave of shame hits your face. You bury your head in your arms before letting out a loud groan – they think you're sick anyway, so it doesn’t matter. If they even hear you. Ace is still on your mind, half naked, touching you, grabbing onto your skin harshly as he whispers sweet words to your ears and you sincerely think of jumping and drowning in the sea. Until you hear his voice.

“You’re alright there ?”

At first, you’re sure you’ve imagined it ; he’s everywhere, you can feel him on your skin when he’s not even next to you. Until he grabs your arm at your lack of response. You met his eyes lace with concern, his smile smaller and the fun disappeared in the background. You gulp hardly, almost choking on air. His hand is so hot on your cold skin, it does the opposite of grounding you, now thinking about his hot skin all over yours.

“Yes,” you choked out, pulling your arm away.

You stumble away from him, still holding onto the fence. You can barely stand, he can tell – anyone could. You’ve probably drunk your weight in alcohol tonight, you went too far. You felt hot, too hot. Your vision was betraying you and you failed to dodge his hand as it landed closer to your wrist.

“You don’t seem fine to me,” he chuckles, trying to not go too far when you want to keep your distances so bad ; but he doesn’t want you to get hurt. “I’ll take you back to your bunk, come on.”

Why does he have to care so much ? Why couldn't it be someone else. Anyone ! Thinking that he was the first one to make a move and make sure you were ok made your heart ache. He was so sweet without meaning to, or maybe he does but it never really seemed like it. He jokes around too much, flirts too much. Him doing both so well makes your heart beat faster, only for him. It scares you, so much, because as much as you want him, there's no universe he wants you back. Tears picked up at the corner of your eyes.

“Please, Ace, leave me alone,” you begged, looking around, anywhere, so your tears will go away and you won’t meet his eyes. “You're the last person I need right now.”

You speak quickly, not thinking twice and certainly missing the hurt written on his face. Your head hurts, it's spinning like crazy. Yeah, you could've gotten some help, but thinking about him in your bed was the main problem of the night. Thinking about how good you'll be for each another was the problem. You didn't need him close to your room, let alone inside it. Not until you were sober and could make sense of all of that in your head. He clears his throat.

"Don't move then, I'll get Marco," he says quickly as well, walking away without a second glance or at least you think so.

You can't miss the hurt in his voice, the faux smile he puts on when he's hurt and you hate it. But you know you can't fix that right now, right ? You can't think straight and you're scared you're gonna say something dumb. Your feet can barely hold you up and you can tell your knees are getting weak – but you push it away and follow him.

"Wait, Ace !" you yell out his name, looking for him. You're getting closer to the stairs and, as much as he doesn't want it, he's quickly back by your side before you can reach it. You grip his open shirt, fingers brushing on his chest.

"I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry, I'm–" you struggle to find your words, you don't even know what you're trying to say.

What you know is that you melt under his hot and soft touches. His hands are holding your arms carefully to not hurt you, but it’s still firm so you don’t have to hold your weight alone – you're not complaining anymore. His hands on you are meticulous, not going too far. It costs him at the moment and you're still mumbling nonsense. Your emotions are a mess, the last thing you want is to hurt him, you need to do something about it and it almost made you forget the heat in your core to have him close.

"It's fine," he tries his best to not be cold but he can’t even look at your face. You're flustered and desperately looking for his eyes this time. Your hand ends up on his chest, catching the rhythm of his heart. You want to lean in, hold him close, tell him how sorry you are.

"You're all over my mind, it's intoxicating," you're shaking your head. "It's hard having you around, I'm sorry, but I love you please I never meant to hurt you." You can feel his heart beating faster under your hand and you can tell his cheeks turned pink.

Ace covered his face with one hand, rubbing it before hiding his lips as his eyes fell on you. “You’ll be the death of me…”

You can’t figure what he just muttered but you can’t find the need to care – he’s looking at you, it’s enough. “I’m sorry, Ace.”

“I know, I know !” he doesn’t know what to do with his own body after that, or what he can do at all. “Can I help you then ? Or are you gonna argue agai– Hey !”

Before he could finish his sentence, your legs gave up on you and your vision went dark. He’s left there, with your body in his arms as you passed out – your head gently laying on his chest now. He groans, cursing under his breath before holding you close and coming down the stairs. You’re not really heavy for him, that’s not the problem.

The problem is that he can’t get your words out of his head. You saying ‘I love you’, being so desperate for him to look at you, to say you were sorry… And the hell did you mean he’s all over your mind ?! There’s a lot of things on his mind at the moment, too many for him to keep a track of and the alcohol surely doesn’t help.

Your weight is comfortable in his arms, when he stops beside your bunk he has a hard time letting you go. You seem so vulnerable, he lays you down eventually, staring at you for a second. There’s a small frown knitted on your face, he has to ease it down with his fingers  before sitting on the floor, next to you.

“The hell you meant I’m all over your mind…” he’s not getting over it. He doesn’t know what to do with it but it for sure works him up.

You were all over his mind all night, and it’s not the first time, so knowing you might feel the same felt – strange. The fact that you rejected him probably because of that left a bad taste on his tongue. He wants to talk about it tomorrow, but will you even remember ? He sighs as he thinks about it. It can’t be helped at the moment.

The next morning, you woke up with the worst headache you’ve ever had but also with a huge glass of water next to your bunk and a small note. 

Drink a lot today. Can we talk ?’

You don’t need a sign to know who it is, his bad handwriting says it all. You flush when you read it. You don’t remember well what happened yesterday, but you’re sure you must have said some bad shit to get a note from Ace.

You lay back on your bed, groaning at your blood pulsing in your temple like crazy, but it’s better than to get up and face him for now. What even happened after you left the deck ? You remember Ace coming to check on you, crying a little and running – or at least try to – after him. The rest of the night is blurry, you can’t figure what you did or say after crashing into his arms, and the only reason you’re sure you crashed into him is because you can still feel his warmth around you. It’s bitter sweet, you love it and hate it at the same time. You don’t want to crave it like you do.

You’re so lost in your mind, you missed the knock on your door. Twice. It makes you jump when the door opens out of nowhere in a loud creak and Ace’s face comes out of it. He looks at you with big eyes at first, seemingly lost and you can feel your cheeks turn hot. Pulling the cover closer to your chest, you winced at the pain in your head.

“Headache ?” he asks softly, a small grin on his lips as he walks in. He has another glass of water in hand but he keeps it for himself when he sees the first one barely touch. “Drink,up, it’s gonna help."

You nod and drink it all straight. You can feel the coldness running down your body and sigh in relief afterward. It doesn’t help in a second, but you already feel better. He gave you the second after you gave it a long stare. It’s awkward, you don’t know what to say, neither does he. After a moment, the silence is so thick you don’t know how to break it. So you clear your throat. 

“I’m sorry for last night,” you start carefully. “I don’t really remember what happened, or what I said but I was mean, wasn’t I ? I didn’t mean to.”

“You said that last night already, don’t worry,” It took him a second to answer, his eyes lost on the floor next to your bunk. “It’s forgotten already. You were drunk.”

There’s another silence. You sit up and let your legs hang over the edge, trying to catch his eyes since he doesn’t say anything ; he seems lost in his mind, and it’s never a good sign. Your fingers brush his arm gently, trying to bring him back with you. “Are you alright ?”

He shrugs, trying to play it cool but his eyes say something else. “You said you didn’t mean it… You think it works for everything you said ?” there’s a subtle hope as he stares back at you making you gulp hard.

“I don’t know, what did I say ?” you tried to joke, lightening the mood but you’re scared. What if you went too far and told him you wanted him that way ? What a mess it would be, but you guessed he would’ve been more cocky about it.

Your fingers are now brushing his hot skin without failing, grounding him in with you instead of drowning in overthinking. You wait for him to talk, not forcing him to, but you’re ready to wait for him. “You said you never wanted to hurt me because you loved me? You meant it ?”

Your heart stopped. Of course you said something like this and you want to hit your head on the wall for it, but you can’t back down now. “Yeah, I care for you Ace. You’re important to me."

“Enough for you to love me ? You also said I was all over your mind all night, that’s why it was hard to have me around.”

You flushed at his words, bringing your hand back to your chest as if he just stripped you off all your clothes. Why did drunk you speak so much, huh ? They were talkative for sure and you hated it. Your eyes fell on the floor and it was your time to avoid his gaze. You couldn’t say you didn’t mean it like that, you don’t want to see him hurt even if it breaks your heart.

“Hum, enough to love you,” you whisper, scared it’s gonna ruin everything. Closing your eyes hard, you wait for him to answer but nothing comes. Instead, he can feel his head leaning against yours. His forehead touches yours and you open your eyes, his are shut. A sigh of relief leaves his lips.

“You were on my mind too, you know,” he started softly, his voice low. “I was scared you’d never want to talk to me again if you knew.”

You can’t help the chuckle that left your lips, catching him off guard. He straightened his back quickly, leaving his hands on his lips – a suspicious look on his face. “What was that ?”

“You have no idea what I think of you, so don’t worry. It can’t be worse.”

With that, he laughed and the heavy, awkward mood lifted up by itself. And, without really putting words onto it, you knew how the other felt. It was still new, too soon to start something but you could laugh with each other openly. Ace could put your hair behind your ear without feeling like a creep and you could stay close to him without going crazy.

It’s simple, it feels like you’re already together for a lot. Yet, there’s still a lot on Ace’s mind. He took his time, until he knew he could do it without regretting it. Waiting for you to fall asleep in his arms, for you to hit his arm playfully when he goes too far with a joke without being upset, for you to open up to him – only then did he say it.

It was dark and rather cold outside, but he still found you sitting by yourself on the deck, looking at the stars. He can’t really get cold but he knows you do for sure, so he’s surprised to find you without a thick shirt on.

“Keeping the stars all for yourself ?” he chuckles as he sits beside you, making you giggle.

“I wouldn’t dare, they’re for everyone,” you answer. It sounded more deep than you meant to, but it’s fine. He has people to share them with too. For a while, neither of you talked but it’s comfortable now. He doesn’t have to play a role with you, neither do you and things got a lot easier after you two accepted that.

“You’re not cold ?” he asks finally, worried because of the shivers on your arms.

“Yes, I am.” It was blunt, unapologetic and it made him laugh out loud. Oh, how he loves you.

“Come here,” he grins as he gestures to you to come closer.

He doesn’t have to say it first. You sit up immediately and move between his legs, now resting in the hot embrace you learned to know. You let out a satisfied sigh as you get comfortable in his arms. “I thought you'd never say it.”

You made him laugh again, it happens more now you noted. You like it. His head finds the crook of your neck and he rested his nose there, inhaling your scent before sighing as well. His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer. You call out his name softly, but he doesn’t answer. He’s feeling good, safe – at home.

“I love you too.” His voice is low, you barely heard him but your heart would never miss this. It felt like the right moment : under the stars, you safe in his arms as he warms you up during a cold night. He wants this to last forever.

More important, he never actually told you he loved you when you already did and he felt bad for it. He doesn't know why he hesitated for so long when every cell in his body was craving for your soft touches and words, but now it was done and he never felt happier.

“I didn’t even say it…” you argued but your cheeks were flush red.

“You did,” he confirms. “A while ago. I didn’t forget, never.”

Before he can make sense of it, you're turning around and grabbing his face with both hands before your lips rested on his for a second. It’s a small peck but it feels like you’ve been waiting for this all your life. He’s taken by surprise but quick to bring you back for another kiss, longer but gentle, careful. His hands don’t leave your waist, his thumbs drawing patterns on your cold skin before breaking the kiss.

“I love you,” you whisper anyway, not waiting for anything in return.

He nudges his nose with yours, a big smile on his lips as he hears your laugh at the cute gesture. He couldn’t ask for more and he wouldn't dare. He was lucky enough to be loved so gently.

Let me know if you liked it ! ♡

[toffeeinhun]

I was gonna make a more in-depth post about this, but honestly I don't feel like it right now so I'm just gonna say this.

I don't think enough people talk about what a dick Ga-yeong's stepfather is to Gi-hun.

He took advantage of the fact that Gi-hun needed money for his sick mother to try to bribe him out of Ga-yeong's life. Yes, Gi-hun is responsible for getting rid of her insurance to gamble. He isn't faultless for his predicament. But that doesn't give the stepfather the right to try to exploit Gi-hun.

And I've seen people argue that Gi-hun acted immaturely for punching him, and he should've had a "conversation" with the stepfather.

Well yes and no. I don't typically condone violence, but honestly I can't blame Gi-hun for his reaction. But even so, if the stepfather had such an issue with Gi-hun being in Ga-yeong's life and truly thought it was bad for Ga-yeong, he should've been mature and bring up his concerns to Gi-hun. Not wait until Gi-hun was asking for money for his sick mother and attempt to use that to his advantage.

Taking advantage of someone's desperate situation for your own gain? Now what does that remind me of? 🤔

To be clear, I don't think the stepfather is as bad as the VIPs. He is just a guy looking out for his family. But he went about it in the worst way, and this post is more about pointing out that Gi-hun isn't the (only) one in the wrong in that whole situation.

Which brings me to my biggest gripe about how the scene is portrayed in the show. Ga-yeong sees Gi-hun punch her stepfather, and that's it. She doesn't get the context we as an audience do (and I highly doubt the stepfather told her "hey I tried to pay your dad to never see you again so he clocked me"). Gi-hun is not a perfect father in any way, but it's upsetting that they played out the scene the way they do, almost to force more conflict in his relationship with his daughter.

As someone who had a pretty absent father, I'd be pissed if some other parental figure tried to pay him off to never see me again. Gi-hun isn't the best influence, but he isn't a danger to Ga-yeong. The bribe was really uncalled for and very insulting, and I wish the show didn't try to act like Gi-hun was the one in the wrong.

This post was longer than I thought it would be and probably not as coherent as I'd like but whatever. I've been thinking about the stepfather situation for weeks and just need to post something addressing it.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

tidbit Tuesday again hell yeah!!! another technically teaser but I swear to god I'm gonna actually finish this one (in a. timely fashion.) n you can explode me if I don't

"Dally's got a heater. A real life actual heater." Soda's eyes are wide as saucers. Speakin all fast n low so all his words trip over each other n bubble up like a creek. He glances up n around n I peek over my shoulder instinctively. The lawn is still empty n abandoned save for me n him n I knew it would stay that way til Darry got home from practice or mama got off work.

"Where'd he get a gun?" I can't completely keep the awe outta my voice. Which was kinda stupid cause we'd all held a gun before. Daddy took us out on his huntin trips n taught is how to hold em just right. How to keep from hurtin ourselves.

But this ain't daddy n those big ol shooters kept locked safely away from pryin eyes n graspin hands. This was Dally. N he weren't that much older than Soda. Even though he acted like he was. Sometimes, he even seemed it. Mama said seein too much of things kids ought not to would do that. I dunno what she meant by that really.

"Dunno. Who cares! He's got a real life heater n he's gonna let me shoot some pop bottles with him this weekend." Soda puts his hands out in front of him, mimin his best impression of a handgun. He shuts one eye n levels it at my forehead. "Bang!"

I pout at him n he giggles. There's a move from those westerns he loves too much where they spin their pistols round their fingers before they slip them back into heavy holsters n he grins, mimes a sloppy impression. Tips his unseen hat to unseen women n laughs himself silly.

"I wanna go." He stops gigglin to himself immediately, raisin one thin eyebrow n frowin at me seriously.

"Y'can't go, Pone. You're too little." I scowl at him.

"Cmon Soda, I won't even shoot it. I just wanna see it." I can hear the edge of a whine creepin into my own voice, n I know it ain't helpin prove my point at all. Soda plonks his hands down on his hips n gives me an incredulous look I know he only learned from bein on the other side of mama's most his life.

"Nuh uh you're a kid, Pone. You could get hurt or somethin n then we'd both get hollered at." I fold my arms across my chest n kick a hole in the grass. I feel bad for that immediately. Mama worked real hard on the grass. I dunno why. She had a garden n all n she was always gettin us to help. Soda n I were useless n always got distracted playin in the mud but mama n Darry had a real 'green thumb'. Whatever that meant.

Soda, havin figured he'd settled the debate, raises his imaginary gun again n aims to my chest beneath crossed arms. "Cmon, I'll be cowboys n you can be cops."

"You sound like Darry. Never lettin me do anythin fun." Darry had big high-school friends now n he never wanted either of us taggin along.

Soda drops his hands immediately n I can tell this particular jab has landed. Both of us had been feelin Darry’s recent epiphany that apparently we weren't nearly as fun as his stupid football friends.

He pulls a face, squints, purses his lips in thought. After a long moment I spend the entirety of tryin not to look too hopeful, he sighs n nods n I know he's conceded. "Alright, alright. Fine."

I jump to my feet, grinnin wide, 'n throw my arms tight around him. He huffs out a small, insincere noise of frustration before wrappin me tight back in a hug n bonkin our foreheads together.

"Ouch, Soda!" He giggles again, raises his gun.

"Oh, you got such a hard head you'll be fine." He flashes a bright, toothy smile 'n I forget I'm meant to be put out. "Now c'mon! I wanna play cowboys 'n cops."

"I'll be a cowboy." I scramble away from my brother's arms n cast around for a branch to use as a horse. Soda's response is immediate n through, both bony knees in my back as he tackles me to the dirt.

"Nuh-uh. I'm the cowboy." He musses up my hair 'n I buck up, throwin him off 'n into the grass beside me. "You gotta be the cop if you wanna come on Saturday."

He nods resolutely n climbs back to his feet, leavin me flat on my back on the lawn squintin into the sun behind his head that make his hair look like a halo.

If it had been Darry I woulda threatened to tell mama on him n he woulda called me a brat n then we'd both get in trouble for fightin n the whole original plot would come out either way n both our fun would be spoiled. But I ain't a lil kid anymore n I know better. N also this is Soda.

So instead I roll my eyes into the bright midday sun n take the hand he offers me up. "Fine. I'll be cops."

[lotus--pond]

literally just me rewatching the starhorns bits from today and being abnormal (beware is very long)

I literally cannot with the little "aura gets there, manages to say nothing but "hey" before they basically run to Asri and he runs to meet them because he can tell star is upset and they start BAWLING... AGAIN" like its so cute and sweet and I love them and someone needs to draw that, NOW. in my heart they are hugging. in my heart of hearts and soul of souls.

things I am a sucker for in hurt/comfort: "breathe with me", "you're safe here", aforementioned holding someone and they immediately start breaking down, <- all of which happened in stream today

Asri in the tiny chair is so funny to me. he cannot sit correctly. he is far too large. someone help that big man.

Also just... Aura :( my poor guy. nothing went well for them and they're already so stressed out because at that point they had no idea where vic was and their best friend and the only person they fully trust is comatose and people they thought they were friends with just yelled at them and someone who already was not nice to them threatened to literally cut their throat out because of something they did on accident

(just to be clear, I do get where the twins are coming from. Ev's identity should have been his information to share or not share and that's an incredibly violating thing. that and, without much knowledge about how the rest of the starbound world works, it probably isn't super safe to be trans everywhere. that and its just something deeply personal. all three of them (the twins and Aura) have had an incredibly emotionally taxing two weeks or so, but especially these past few days so its understandable that they're not handling their emotions in the best of ways)

(note how I said understandable, not completely excuseable. sort of a sidenote but while many have a hard time with the whole "even if you really like this character and this other character did something that hurt them, you should look at it from multiple sides and not write them off as a complete asshole" I have a hard time with the OPPOSITE side of being like "yeah these characters have reasons for what they did, but they were still acting like assholes and should be held responsible for their actions. you're allowed to be angry or upset with the characters for their choices while still having an understanding of their motivations". listen I just feel bad being angry at characters when I know why they did what they did. listen I have really high empathy I struggle bus. so yeah, do I get why the twins are so upset? oh 100% does it still make me a lil upset and a lil angry at them because Aura is my favorite ? yeah. and that's ok) (I'm also self aware to the point of looking at myself and being like... "honey... you're allowed to not like characters... you know that right?")

both of them saying how they don't have anyone waiting for them off-planet... so like both of their parents are probably dead/ maybe estranged (see my Asrickus theory) right?

"Vesper is an asshole" -Asri. I am EATING UP the bounty hunters/twins beef. and like, Aura and Romeo have directly interacted literally once, but I feel like the whole deal with Aura is gonna be a factor in the whole beef. maybe this peace is more fragile than we thought? idk, but I'm eating it anyway (also I need to see Asri go talk to them about it, I nEED it you don't understand the beef is IMMACULATE) (also I have no doubt that Romeo would probably be on board/on a similar page to asri if for nothing else but the fact that she is already in conflict with the twins.

"and she's not gonna kill you, I'm not gonna let that happen." I think the reason the sherbs didn't have like. active love interests/active love plots was because sherb knew they were too powerful. similarly to how hehay and them having characters who are gay for each other has taken the bound fandom in a CHOKEHOLD because their combined powers are just too much (Also similar vein to the last post I made about how I like the specific kind of protective Vic is about Aura because it is similar. Aura protection squad. them and the TBELT because most all of them were ready to square up)

"I just thought that if I did something for her she would be less mad at me" (sorry idk when this became line by line analysis but you clicked read more and you can stop whenever you want I'm not sorry you brought this upon yourself) but oh my Aura you and your people pleasing tendencies. Unfortunately people like Vesper are not so easily swayed, but star has no idea how people work. Star's only friend for a long time was a literal star. so you know. not human. they are trying this human interaction thing for like. basically the first time. they have a lot to learn (I use the term human very broadly. intelligent light forms more like)

"I think she either sees me as... weak and pathetic or a liar" "if that's all she sees then she's clearly not looking hard enough" LIKE I SAID. FAR TOO POWERFUL.

OH THE FLOWER FIELD I CANNOT. THE FAVORITE FLOWERS. AURA BRINGING HIM THERE AND IMMEDIATELY STARTING TO SMILE AND LAUGH AND BE HAPPIER I JUST LOVE THEM.

I love that they go esplorin together. they are such lil esplorers and Aura has a bunch of fun places they want to show him and eventually Navi and that's so sweet. I am a SUCKER for when characters see another thing and immediately think of/want to show it to another character. I need to watch them go and show the other places I cry about it

also the "thank you for trusting me" "thank you for being here"

also Aura making sure to grab Asri's favorite flower on the way out <3

anyway thank you for coming to my ted talk, I do not plan on being any less abnormal about them anytime soon so you'll just have to suffer through my ramblings tehe<3

[ilistentometal]

- Taking a break -

Daryl Dixon x Reader, fluff with some smut (?). This is at the prison, you know Daryl since the farm era.

Not English so my excuses if my English isnt the best.

Just like clockwork, it's **your** time to go on watch. Everytime it ends the same, get to the fence along with your knife and revolver and wait till it's over. But **today** is different. The feeling was... Different.

So you were standing at the fence, staring ahead while daydreaming about god knows what. That was until Daryl aprouched you.

As you heard his footsteps, which you can identify by the heavy crunch under his boots, you looked over your shoulder.

"Thought you didn't had a shift, or did I just take yours?" You asked with a confushed look on your face.

He shakes his head and stands next to you.

"What's up then?" You asked as you look ahead again.

"Jus' thinkin'." He grumbles as he lits a cigeratte, which is when you turn back around.

You nod towards the cigeratte in his hand as in to say "can I have a drag?". He grunts a bit and gave it to you, soon the cigeratte is gone when you two take drags.

And god, he looks sexy.

"Y'know, I've liked you since the start." You started, sighing to yourself. "Just so you're aware of that, yeah?" You mumbled and looked at the fence.

He froze for a moment and then looked at you. "What?" He asks, frowning.

"I like you. Love you, whatever you want it to be." You say softly, blush creeping up into your cheeks. He gives a grunt in response.

But before you even can say another word he grabs your cheeks and kissed you, not a full blown kiss but none the less a kiss.

You stay still for a moment before returning it, grabbing the hair by his neck.

"God..." You laughed against his lips and looked at him and kissed him again.

This went on for a few minutes before you decided to be bold and grind against him, first subtle but then a bit harder.

"That what you want?" He asks in a husky voice, kissing your neck. Which your reply is a nod.

He slowly starts to undress you, kiss you, run his hands along your body till its against your clothed cunt.

"Huh? Ya want this?" He asks.

"Please..." You whispered and kissed his neck.

He pushes your panty to the side, slowly rubbing the number 8 on your clit.

"Oh fuck..." You moan against his shoulder.

And then he pops a finger in, soon another followed.

"Wet as fuck." He grumbles and looked down.

He hits that G-spot the entire time. And gosh he's good at it.

"Gonna-" You moan as your about to cum, only to not cum because he pulled out.

"Never told ya." He says as he licks his fingers and gave you a quick kiss before he leaves and left you alone.

You're laying there confushed and sighed.

"Shit." You mumbled in yourself and pulled your clothes back up.

[y4-mama]

Bucky Barnes request?

Paradise

Bucky Barnes (TFATWS) x reader

Summary: After everything went down with the flag smashers you guys finally had a chance to relax

Content: Gender isn’t specified but the pet name Doll is used, fluff, Bucky being down BAD for you, Bucky making fun of sam

A/N: sorry for getting this out so late i didn’t mean to ignore the request

WC: 1.2K

Life Couldn’t get any better.

You, Sam, and Bucky finally got a well-deserved vacation, as you would call it, after finishing all the Flag Smasher stuff.

Which is how you found yourself sitting on Sam’s boat, with a glass of wine in your hand, watching the sunset.

You watching the sunset led Bucky to not be able to take his eyes off you as you sat there, though this has become a regular occurrence. He watched the way your eyes glittered with the setting sun, the way your hands tightened ever so slightly around your glass of wine, how your lips were curled into a soft, content smile, and the way your hair perfectly framed your face.

How could he not look at you?

You, having a sixth sense, felt someone’s eyes on you. You turn your head and see Bucky staring right at you. When he noticed you caught him, he quickly snapped his gaze away from you, busying himself by taking a drink of his beer. He had been caught red-handed. He suddenly found his boots extremely interesting.

That whole reaction he just had confused you, but you didn’t think much of it and looked back at the sunset. Bucky stole a glance at you and noticed the confusion written all over your face. He internally groaned, knowing he hadn’t been doing the best job of hiding the fact that he was staring at you for the past couple of minutes.

Get it together, Barnes.

You kept your eyes on the sunset. “Is there something on my face, or is there another reason you keep staring at me?” Bucky's mouth suddenly felt very dry. He didn’t expect you to call him out like that. He decided that playing it off nonchalantly was the move. “There might be.”

“And what reason is that?” Bucky mentally curses himself because if he was being honest, he wasn’t thinking of anything PG. He obviously wouldn’t tell you that, so he went with the next thing he thought of. “You just look good in the reflection of the sunset.�� Real Smooth, Bucky.

You honestly weren’t expecting that, especially coming from him. It made you nervous, but you masked that with a soft smile, “Thank you, Bucky.”

Bucky swore he died, then came back to life when you gave him that smile. He gulped his beer to try and seem unaffected. “No problem, Doll…” Could he be more obvious?

You giggle at his reaction.

Your giggling was gonna be the death of him. He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the fact that his stomach thought it was a good idea to start doing somersaults. “Uh- You have a pretty laugh.” He mentally slapped himself. Out of all the things he could’ve said. He chose that?

The compliment shocked you, “Thank you…” He nodded and took another drink of his beer, trying to calm himself a little. It was getting increasingly harder the longer he talked to you. “Of course, you should do it more often.” Seriously? Who says that?

“I should…laugh more often?” Bucky cleared his throat once again. He suddenly found it hard to look you in the eye, so he decided staring at the sunset was much easier. “Y-yeah, it suits you. The way it just lights up your face…it’s adorable…or whatever…”

You definitely didn’t see that coming. So naturally, you got flustered and let out a quiet ‘thank you’.

If it weren’t for Bucky’s super senses, he would’ve missed it. He melted at your flustered expression. “Of course…” He couldn’t help himself from thinking about how he wouldn’t mind seeing a different flustered expression on your face entirely. Get it together, Barnes. He took another long drink of his beer and tried to focus on the sunset once again. “So uh… how are things going, other than the whole Flag Smashers fiasco?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary.” He nodded in response, drumming his fingers against the beer bottle. He found it hard to sit there and have normal small talk with you when what he really wanted to do was kiss you senseless. Stop it, Barnes! Down boy! “What about you?” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “Other than just trying to keep Sam from getting his face beat in by someone? Nothing out of the ordinary for me either. Guess that’s kind of a good thing, huh?”

You nodded at him, "That's a great thing, besides the Sam part.” Bucky chuckled in response to that. “ Yeah… the Sam part definitely isn’t a great thing. That man couldn’t hold his own in a fight to save his life. I swear he needs me to watch him every two seconds.”

You laughed at his comment, and Bucky’s stomach did somersaults for the millionth time that night when he heard you laugh again. He shook his head, a soft smile on his face. “ You know it’s true, Doll. I’m forever saving him.” You couldn’t help but smile when Bucky smiled, even though it was barely there it was something. “Y’know, if I were to ask Sam, he’d say it’s the other way around.” Bucky scoffed knowingly. “Of course he would! I’m telling you he’d get it handed to him every day if it wasn’t for me. He’s delusional, I tell you. Delusional.” You chuckled, “No doubt about that.”

Bucky nodded in agreement. He couldn’t tell you the amount of times he’s had to dive in and save Sam. “Honestly, it’s a miracle he’s still alive.” “Well, he has the amazing White Wolf there to always save him.” Bucky chuckled at that, shaking his head. “Of course, I’m always at his disposal. White Wolf, of all the nicknames they could’ve saddled me with…”

“It’s cute.” Bucky’s heart started doing somersaults again. “Cute isn’t the word I’d use for that name…” He muttered under his breath, taking another drink of his beer. You shrugged in response, “Well, I like it.”

Bucky’s heart skipped another beat at the fact that you liked the nickname. “You’re the only one who does.” He shook his head again, still trying to act nonchalant about it. Even though his heart was doing cartwheels at the fact that you liked it. Seriously Bucky? Get it together. All reason and common sense seemed to have left him at this point. Why couldn’t he just get his brain to shut up? “You… You actually like that dumb nickname?”

“I don’t think it's dumb.” Bucky raised an eyebrow in suprise, his heart beating a mile a minute in his chest. “You… You don’t?” You shook your head in response. Bucky found himself unable to form words for a moment. Here he was thinking no one liked that nickname-especially not with the way Sam’s made fun of it. “Really? You’re not just messing with me?”

You chuckle at his silly question, “Why would I mess with you Bucky?” Bucky shrugged suddenly feeling very awkward. “…I don’t know. I’m just used to people finding it ridiculous.” He took another gulp of his beer as you took a sip of your wine, “Those people are just lame.”

Bucky couldn’t help the small smile that started to form on his face as he listened to you call the people who disliked his nickname “lame.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” He couldn’t deny the way his heart started fluttering when he glanced at you, trying his best to keep his feelings under control. It didn’t help that you were currently looking at him in adoration with a gentle smile on your face.

“I’m always right.”

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A/N: Does anyone know how to get divider images on here without the background? Each time I try putting one in the background is white

[cosmocove]

all you ever need is to be nice and friendly

[dragonroar64]

im finally back with another pvpciv headcanon. I live my brain is finally having more thoughts than just a single sentence. good luck there's more angst ahead

okay so! in the most recent episode, y'know how Evbo goes and gets the other diamond swords to pay for things? that seems perfectly normal, right? wrong. Evbo can respawn. he could've just passed his sword off to whoever had the least amount of durability left and then came back down to buy things himself. but he didn't. he asked others for help(side note:I love the silly little found family going on here it brings me joy. look at them!!!).

my personal theory for why he'd ask the other diamond swords to buy these things for him is because he doesn't want to have to respawn ever again, or more accurately: he doesn't want to die ever again. I imagine if you'd died dozens if not hundreds of times you'd never want to do so again. not even on your own terms, not even when you're going to come back to people who care about you, not even if you wouldn't have to do it again any time soon. Evbo probably doesn't want to experience dying again, probably doesn't want to wake up in his room on the wooden sword level holding a weapon made of the weakest material around, much more vulnerable than he is anyways. do you think being there bothers him? do you think traveling down through the layers makes old memories and old pains flair up?

do you think that the other diamond swords know about this and try to help Evbo avoid going through it again? do you think that's why they help him pay for things without suggesting a respawn? do you think they're reluctant to send him out to the other civilizations? do you think they feel like he's a sort of annoying little brother to them, but still a brother and therefore someone they care about?

anyways I just think this found family thing going on w/the diamond swords should be explored more. like what if they saw how much he devolved on every trip to the golden sword level and just assumed his deterioration was caused just by the golden level itself and only learned later about what exactly happened on the iron sword level? they probably weren't watching all of his video journal updates. he probably didn't make one after every death. what if they didn't find out until just a little while before Evbo made it to the diamond swords level. or what if they didn't find out until after he made it back after Tabi killed him. what if he'd managed to stay strong up until he realized his closest friend didn't actually care about him and after the fact he just spilled his guts out about it to the diamond swords. what if they help him buy stuff because they don't want him to ever have to go through a respawn again

tldr what if the diamond swords help Evbo buy things in the newest episode because they know respawning is a horrible experience for him

[spotaus]

Quick doodle of ec-4o!Dust wearing this fun hat w/ bunny ears I got my hands on the other day!

[wildsaltair]

he had no right

[essektheylyss]

Current struggle is that I've realized I'm genuinely, actively juggling at least seven complex projects/topics rn but there is media to watch and think about. Do you see my fucking dilemma.

[the-brainrot-central]

Hot tip for teens: maybe don’t go to college straight out of high school, especially if you don’t know what you want to study, have zero work ethic, motivation, or desire to succeed, and no goals correlated to obtaining your degree to motivate you. Cus if you do, you’re gonna be pretty fucked.

[javierduffy]

ohh javieran … javieran post kieran’s death .., javier is a poor lonesome cowboy in america a long way from home with no more sweetheart to sit and talk with him ooohhh can anyone hear me ….

[xjumbled-up-brainx]

Hey Guys 👁️👁️

I really need y’all’s help, I’m summoning the combined strength of ALL octofans 🐙🐙🐙🌊🌊🌊

I require your headcannons your theories you’re EVERYTHING about what you think other anthropomorphic civilizations are like in the Octonauts universe 👁️👁️

I mean like are there cities, what are they like, how do anthropomorphic and not-anthropomorphic animals interact, which species are anthropomorphic, where the octoagents came from, what technology what architecture, how similar is it to our real world, I WILL LISTEN TO EVERYTHING

Give me evidence backed ideas, give me wild ideas with no proof whatsoever, I need to hear the voice of the people cause I want this new story to be as accurate and agreed upon by the fandom as possible and my jumbled up brain doesn’t have everything JSJSJ

This is a formal request, I call upon the powers of Brendon, lend me your mind dear Octofam, please share with me :3

[demigodofhoolemere]

Me through most of Boom: Wow, this is a really solid dramatic episode.

Me when Moffat needlessly sprinkles in anti-faith sentiments without specifying that it’s blind faith in bad things that the Doctor doesn’t like, which makes it come off like the Doctor is just against religion generally: