#but legit i don't wish stones of any kind on anyone

[tieflingbi]

i'm finally getting my shitty stupid stone-filled gallbladder taken out of my suffering body tomorrow after waiting 7 long long months and boy let me tell you, i am both relieved as fuck that i will finally be able to live without every meal being like partaking in the world's shittiest game of russian roulette, but also i am terrified because i never had surgery up until this point so uhhhh. yea. just want tuesday to be over already :')

[lang-rangler-enjoyer]

FOR THE VIV ANON IM SO SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED YOUR ASK😬

Here’s my answers:

•First Impression:

•I felt really bad for him during his fight :( he was just an average guy who got dragged into Pucci’s conflict without his consent. I was just really glad Araki never outright confirmed his death (even if his body did mysteriously disappear from the stairs during the Dragon's Dream fight).

•Impression Now:

• Baby boy. Baby. I love him so much. I love how weird and extreme all the other Stone Ocean characters are, and then Viv is just. aggressively plain-looking. He’s still super duper duper hot tho, like holy shit, but just LOOK AT THIS FUCKING LINEUP

POV you asked your straight brother to pick you up at the gay bar

Araki doesn't always make good writing choices, but having one of his villains just be Some Guy who has a regular 9-5 job and isn't a part of this conflict at all was great. Sad for Viviano that he got dragged into all this, but conceptually a very fun arc.

•Favourite Moment:

•I just find it so funny that one of the ONLY things we know about Viv is that he's into some degree of CBT. I love the vague implications of this, like what other situation Mr. Westwood? Is he referring to a normal, out-of-work CBT session....or does he just legit get off to prisoners attempting to crush his genitals to escape being detained??

•Idea for a Story:

•Post-Survivor, "holy shit I have a magical ghost now and other people do as well". Not only is he recovering from being supernaturally forced to kill his coworker and friend :( he also has to deal with now having a stand, which must be absolutely terrifying for any adult who's gone their whole life without knowledge of this phenomenon. Especially considering his first experience with other stand users was so awful. Like, once he realizes he wasn't just hallucinating the whole thing, where do you start? He doesn't even know they're called "stands", how do you find information on them? IDK maybe I just like the worldbuilding aspect of this, but I wanna see stand user culture, how do new adult stand users (which aren't unheard of, like Tonio and Aya) find out about how stand stuff works?

• Unpopular Opinion:

•Hmmmmm once again with the minor villains not a lot of people really have serious opinions on him. Just APPRECIATE HIM MORE HOLY SHIT. HE'S HOT. HE'S GOT A STRONGMAN BOD. REAL MEAT ON THOSE BONES. HE'S NOT DEHYDRATED-LOOKING LIKE SO MANY OTHER "MUSCULAR" JOJO CHARACTERS LIKE HE ACTUALLY HAS A HEALTHY AMOUNT OF FAT. HE'D BE SO GOOD TO CUDDLE WITH. HE CANONICALLY LIKES COCK AND BALL TORTURE. I MEAN COME ON WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT WHY DON'T MORE PEOPLE LIKE HIM???

•Favourite Relationship:

•The brief period where he was just hanging out with Sonny Likir was nice. I wish Stone Ocean showed us more antagonists interacting! That’s like, one of the best parts of jojo, when you have a villain duo or squad like Cioccolatta and Secco, La Squadra, Oingo and Boingo, or Sale and Zucchero, seeing how these characters act with the people they love/respect/tolerate before we see them trying to kill the protagonists adds so much depth and sympathy and investment. Seeing Sonny and Viviano just have some regular coworker banter before the fight was really fun and makes me wish we could see more of that in Stone Ocean.

•Favourite Headcanon:

•He's bisexual and literally the most closeted man to ever exist. He's the type to laugh at the homophobic comments his friends and coworkers make, and even make some of those comments himself, it's a learned defensive habit. I'm not trying to make him super angsty or anything, he just gives me mega bi energy. I don’t think he grew up in a particularly abusive or neglectful household, just the kind of environment where people in his family/community would make gay jokes because they honestly didn’t think anyone around them was gay. And I can’t see a prison in the early 2010’s as being the most accepting place either, so he’s just learned to keep certain things to himself, and hope those feelings he has about men sometimes just go away on their own.

[nettlewildfairy]

If I were to write this story it would go a little something like this: Fickle Fate by Nettlewildfairy Chapter 1: Day of Destiny

The hall of prophecy squatted ominously at the edge of town. The glistening mirrored walls of the place didn't reflect anything but light, no faces. After all, destiny was never tied to any one face for long. 

Destiny was not something I was particularly interested in. The big festival the town threw each year after a fresh new group of folks learned of their first destinies, drinking parties, people came from the whole stretch of countryside from the Lazulian Sea to the edges of the Adevnturine Glades to the little festivals each town put out whenever it was their month to hold their Festival of Destinies. The festival a seven day span of time full of drinking, tournaments and short but intense love affairs was far more my speed than any sort of pre-ordained career choice they may get. Last year there had been 2 dozen cobblers. The unlucky group had spent the festival desperately trying and failing to loose their destinies and get something else so they wouldn't have to move, after all the only cobbler among them who was going to get work in this town was the cobbler's son. The only real notable destiny anyone had gotten was the Jordy, the man who'd started off with a court magician destiny. The kind of flash role that comes with wealth power, and a seat in the royal capitol. 

That's the kind of destiny where if you want to keep it you have to take every precaution, secrecy, lies, don't do anything to risk loosing it. Jordy had drunkenly gotten up on stage and announced he was getting out of town as the brand new court magician. Showed his results and everything so people knew it was legit and not just grandstanding. If he'd wanted to keep his destiny and really leave this place he failed. By the end of the first night he'd already lost it, ended up a butcher I think. We never did learn exactly who ended up with the court magician role, but a Lyra who had been guaranteed a job at the local orchard as a gardener whatever her role who brought Jody a hangover cure the next morning, with her curls as dark as midnight road out of town the following week with the flock of cobblers, and was never heard from again. 

The glittering doorway to the hall of destiny opened.

"Myra of Scyld, enter and discover your first destiny" the seer's voice called from the darkness inside. It was my turn. 

The space was dark and silent but for the slow plodding echo of the leather soles of my boots on the polished stone floor.  I just needed to make it through, get something - hopefully not something too common so I could at least enjoy this festival to the fullest. Although even if I did get stuck as the 12th cobbler of the year I'd find a way. If no one else would be interested there would at least be 11 other cobblers looking for a warm body and a soft bed. That was my reward for putting up with this farcical tradition, a warm body and a soft bed. And whatever I ended up with, be it tailor, or grand magus or knight of the realm I intended to loose it at the earliest opportunity and leave town.  I already had a fist's worth of gold sewn into the lining of my tunic and there were guaranteed to be folks leaving in wagons to the big cities once the festival had ended. I was set, I was ready, whatever destiny I had didn't matter so long as it didn't make me too unappealing during the festival. 

At the end of the hall was a simple mirror, held by the oracle. It's surface black and almost impossible to see but for the shine coming from the cracks beneath the door at the halls enterance reflecting in abstract fractals across it's surface.  "Do you, Myra of Skyld wish to learn of your destiny? And do you swear only to exchange it by honest means?"

Such a short vow given how long I'd spent crammed into the meeting house practing with the others. 

"I swear it." I placed my hand onto the cool surface of the mirror.  For a long moment we waited in silent darkness. Did something go wrong? Was I destinyless? Empty as the void? but then light began to reach outwards from around the edges of my fingers until the room was filled with a brilliant orange glow.  The oracle nodded solomnly, "You are gifted with the destiny of a cutpurse and a vagabond, doomed to wander, given naught but your skills with a knife." "So, totally unemployable then."

"I'm afraid so."

I shifted on my feat, left, then right. The oracle gave a slight cough.  Awfully anticlimatctic after the years of preperation.  "Well," I said, "guess I have to find someone who's either horny or desperate and swap."

"Best of luck to you Myra, that will be a tough one. Here's to hoping you find an attartive out of towner with something a bit more workable."

"I'll do my best, ma'am."

"Good, now, off with you."

It was going to be a tough festival if this was what I was starting with.

Chapter 2: Un-Skylled

The town square was alight with floating lanterns and the sounds of fiddles, pipers, wafted throughout the town. One of the folks in my year who had spent the last few years failing to learn how to play a drum was gifted a small flute and played a tune so beautiful it was undeniable that whatever destiny he'd gained was one that far outstripped the humble talents of the local musicians. With luck and chastity he could make it to the royal capital or to the house of a neighboring lord as an entertainer. But given the way he locked at the arms of one of the brand new woodcutters, and the way the woodcutter hungrily watched the way his lips moved across the flute there was little chance he would keep it the night, even less the week of the festival it would take to get out of town. But that was the trouble with destinies of fantastic skill and prowess. They were too attractive to keep, and too slow acting to come into their own for most to have patience with unless it was something you had been dreaming of all your days. And very few who ended up with it who did anything with it before passing it on for something more humble but practical. 

I danced the to the music, ate at the feats, poured myself cup after cup of cider and beer. People asked what skill I had but a coy smile and a "let's find out in my bed" was not quite so effective on the people that knew me growing up. I even struck out with my usual haunts. Clarissa who always smelled of wood smoke with her soot black apron shook her head and said she wasn't going to risk it after finally getting her blacksmith apprenticeship. Max had a nothing destiny of drunkard and brawler but he was far too busy working up the courage to ask the could-have-been-court-musician Jordy out. And even scrawny and freckly Fenn, in all their glory as the 15th spinster of the day was more interested in a rumor they heard about a princess half a dozen territories over who had sworn to wed whoso-ever was so gifted as a spinster that they could spin straw to gold.  "It's not going to be real, and even if it is just because your so-so now at a spinning wheel doesn't mean you're going to get to become royalty, that doesn't happen to people in real life." I said to them. "Myra is your destiny better than an improbable wish? Because I've sampled what's under your breeches and it was nice, but not "a chance at marrying into the royal family" nice." Fenn said. "Would a bit of mystery be enough?"

"Also, no."

"Shit,"

"that bad, huh?"

"Look Fenn, I admit it's not an ideal destiny but there are worse ones." "I think you'll have better luck selling you're mystery to someone who hasn't seen it all."

I must have made a face because Fenn cackled, "come now Myra, it's not the end of the world if you can't get laid night one of the festival. We have a whole week before people disperse and start trying to make their destiny real. Besides night 6 is when people start getting desperate anyway. You'll have better luck then."

"Ugh, I on't even give a shit about the future, I just want to have fun now. But everyone else is so obsessed with their latest fancy little parlour tricks and half assed dreams of the future, no one's interested in having fun in the moment." "Hey," said Fenn, gently holding my shoulder, "there's still hope, I mean, look over there, out at the edge of the crowd."

I squinted through the firelit evening. A woman tall and muscular clad fully in armour- something so wildly out of place at a peacful festival it was stretching belief- sat at the edge of the clearing alone quietly sipping a drink. She looked interested in the goings on but apart from it. "The knight?" I asked, "what about her?" "She's clearly from out of town and also extraordinarily awkward having negleted to do any of the dances. Someone that all alone right now might even be as horny and desperate as you."

"I mean if she was rich enough to afford armor like that she's probably got a great destiny though." "Ah but see, if she were happy with her destiny she wouldn't be hear, all alone, gazing at a see of people she doesn't know without talking to them, come on, just go say hi, I know she's your type." 

She was. The confident strength in the way she carried herself, the careful observant look in her eye like she was sizing up the room, the bronze gleam of her skin in the firelight. She was gorgeous. And if even Fenn wouldn't have me, what did I have to loose. It was cold where the stranger sat, far enough from the fires and the lanturns and the dancing that everything faded into a dull hush and the crickets and fireflies and thrum of the woods came a calling. She raised an eyebrow at me as I plopped myself onto the log beside her. "What brings you to the festival, stranger?" I asked, "here to celebrate the newly destined? or just fancy a drink?"

She chuckled in a voice deep and rich as the new year's bell. "Just happens to be passing through, though I suppose I wouldn't pass up a drink." She lifted her mug to tap mine. "here's to that." "and yourself?" she asked, "enjoying your newfound destiny"

I winced, I should have just put on a coy smile and been mysterious, if I winced she'd know. But it was too late to untwist my face. I could only tell the truth, "not particularly." She didn't ask what destiny I had, carefully picking her way across the unpleasant edges of the conversation, "what kind of destiny were you hoping for? any particular in mind?"

"Not really, I'd had some notion of getting out of town and ignoring destiny altogether, go on a grand adventure of my own, nothing to tie me down. I'll still do it, even if I don't like what I got, but I was hoping to at least have some fun first. You?"

"Seems we're in opposite pastures, you and I. I was hoping for something a bit quieter, and well, It didn't turn out how i'd like either."

"Oh? I do admit I'm curious, I don't see dashing strangers in shining armor all that often. If you don't mind my asking, what did you wind up with."

She stood up abruptly hand to her heart, her other first clenched, "I have been destined as the chosen one, the one who will vanquish the demon king, save all the realm with the greatness of my destiny."

Ah so she wasn't going to tell me, but she was going to role play. I could play along. "well," I said, "a highway robber such as myself couldn't let a stranger pass through these roads with such fine armor unstolen. You best let me take it off. " "A simple highway robber thinks they can best me unarmed?" she feigned dramatic surprise. "I may have no knife on my belt," I said, "but even a mighty hero would tremble from the blade below it."

She pulled me up into her arms, "let's continue this mighty battle back at my camp, the villagers would never live down the morale loss of seeing the chosen one vanquished by a simple robber." She led and I followed deep into the woods until the sounds of the party faded behind us. She pulled me into a deep kiss and I leaned into it.

"now" she said, "dear robber, will you be taking my armor? or not?" gesturing to laces where her plates were tied beneath the pauldrons. It took a few minutes of untying each lace until I could see more of her. When at last the final greave dropped, she turned to me, a finger to my lips, "now dear highway robber, I'm afraid I will need to see that dagar of yours." [fading to black here for the sake of Tumblr. But know if I wrote this for realsies I would not] That night we fell asleep together on her bedroll in the woods beneath the summer stars. With her arm around my chest she whispered in my ear, "best of luck on your adventure new chosen one, hopefully you'll enjoy your new set of armor."

When I awoke the next morning she was gone, horse, pack, bedroll, everything but the armor. which was decidedly still here. It would certainly make me enough money that leaving the village when the festival ended should be easy enough.

Chapter 3: Chosen

once the days of dancing and drinking were over, the groggy hungover newly destined, and those who made use of the easy pairing made their way back to the oracle to see if and how their destinies may have changed. Even hungover I felt more confident now, more powerful. Whatever destiny the lady knight had had it had got to be better than being doomed to have not a penny to my name. "confident are we?" the oracle asked, adjusting her glasses. "well whatever I have has got to be better than what I had before." "we shall see," she said. This time, when I touched the mirror this time the color had shifted from orange to bright and gleaming gold.

The oracle gasped and clutched her heart, "I can't believe it."

"can't believe what? what am I?"

"You;re the chosen one!" "that can't be right." the oracle shook her head, "I'm afraid it is. The signs are unmistakable. We have to notify the royale Palace, get a battalion of knights to bring you to the capitol, you're going to be the one to save us all." no. no. no no no no no. She couldn't be serious this couldn't be real. It had been roleplay, a joke. Chosen one's were supposed to report to the king, they were supposed to stay celibate so as not to loose their powers. Surely this couldn't be real.

"what if I don't want to be the chosen one?" Seeing the hesitation in my eyes the oracle gave me a sympathetic look, before pushing past me, running out of the hall, bursting the doors wide open and shouting as loud as she could "This village has been blessed with a chosen one, behold, the new holder of the greatest destiny, hero of the realm" "Shit." I said.

To be continued....

Sexually transmitted destinies

[agoddamn]

Completely agree with your Sakura was done dirty posts, such wasted potential. Hope you don't mind me asking, but is there any other things you wish you could have seen with the other main girls? Either in story development or in a 'jiujitsu Sakura' way?

Springboarding off Sakura (because I have been thinking about this for nearly twenty years), I think that after her Ino fight in the chuunin exams she could have really used a Konohamaru-type kid apprentice to help her character continue growing.

With Sakura's self-consciousness, it seems pretty legit to me that she'd have a much easier time telling someone else "you don't have to hide yourself!" rather than telling herself "I don't have to hide myself!" It would also jive well with some of her other narrative issues by rounding out her miniature supporting cast and giving her compassion a way to be expressed other than the Sasuke obsession.

I don't think there's anything inherently wrong with making a female character a nurturing, kind person, but you need to actually do that and not just go "well she's in love with a man, which is what women are supposed to do." In Naruto as it is, it feels more like it was written as "she's kind in service to her role of loving Sasuke."

I'd also like Tenten to do fucking anything. In a fistfighting manga, being a weapon specialist actually nerfs you...

Hell, you could even kill two birds with one stone and have Tenten suffer some major personal upheaval and have her be the person Sakura counsels/bonds with. You lose the mentoring angle, but the cast stays trim and the whole younger-guiding-older inversion is cute. As much as I don't want to relegate her to being Sakura's pet project, "cool girl loses faith in herself and then gets her groove back" is a fine plot and most importantly it would actually give her something to do.

Hinata...ah, I've been in the Women in Refrigerators trenches from the beginning but she probably should have died. I've heard a rumor that she was planned to die and Kishimoto changed the casualty to Neji when he decided to make NaruHina endgame. Not sure how true it is, but the story does feel like it was setting up for that. Neji narratively and materially had more shit to do; Hinata's debut as "shy girl with a crush who gains self-confidence" was just a softer version of Sakura's arc in the first place.

Killing Hinata would also give you more potential angles with Team Kurenai; Gai already has a fair few character hooks with Kakashi's rivalry, his self-sacrifice complex, his bond with Lee, and his taijutsu/hard work focus. Kurenai is...Asuma's waifu and then Asuma's mourner/baby momma lol genjutsu is criminally underused in Naruto in the first place thanks to the Sharingan existing; Kurenai needs something to fucking do.

Killing Hinata seems harsh, but tearing Team 8 apart rather than Team Gai lets you put Kurenai in the coveted "everyone I love dies" angst spotlight. You could even shake things up and have her seek out a connection with Neji as she mourns Hinata; what did Kurenai think about the whole Hyuuga family thing, anyway? Would Neji feel like a cheap replacement? Or would he recognize an honest connection? (And he's not a girl, but Shino is probably the most ignored male Konoha genin. He'd benefit from more chances for characterization, too. Always liked him.)

Ino should have been the default InoShikaCho leader over Shikamaru. She just seems a lot better with people, you know? I also always wanted to see more about her family's involvement with the Torture & Interrogation department--how the hell does that get glazed over? Her mindwalk art has some insanely dark potential. Maybe her relationship with Sakura in Shippuden gains some tension back after they reconciled at the chuunin exams because Sakura starts seeing more darkness in her as she's trained to follow in her father's footsteps?

If anyone in the main cast is gonna buy into Danzo's authoritarian rule to any degree, it's gonna be the fucking Torture & Interrogation department. I don't know that she should fully side with him (though if Sasuke gets to declare war on the village and still get welcomed back the girls should also get to do war crimes a little, as a treat), but I feel like with a father in T&I she'd be most likely to agree with "the end justifies the means."

Also she should kiss Sakura.

[sharkfish]

Ace headcanons for cas are actually. Kind of bad because they’re rooted in ableism, he’s coded as autistic before any headcanons come into play and people just LOVE to make every autistic character asexual.

if you’re not autistic and coming onto an ace persons post about how they don’t like ace headcanons about a queer autistic character you’re not the hero you think you are

Sincerely an autistic ace person who hates the way neurotypical aces write ace cas and wish you’d stop because it’s clear y’all hate us 🫠

i'm a little stoned so bear with me while i try to arrange vaguely coherent sentences to think through this. edit: i'm so fucking sorry for the disaster that follows. my brain is working about as well as my electric fence is rn, whose charger is currently in the red and says "CHECK FENCE" (because i guess the dial in the red doesn't make it clear enough i've got a problem). despite that... i hope someone out there has some idea wtf i'm trying to say and can help me out here.

this is literally the first time i have ever heard anyone express something like this, and i've seen a whole lot of talk from autistic people, ace people, autistic ace people, etc, about how much cas (& their reading or hc of cas as autistic and/or ace) means to them.

—background info: i am neurodivergent, but not autistic. i'm also ace.

—sidenote: thank you for bringing the ace autistic stereotype to my attention. i'm legit not sure how honest this ask is in general, but thinking back on autistic characters i've seen in media, i can see that being a thing. there's a long history of seeing people with a variety of disabilities* (*i know there's some nuance and conversation around whether or not autism can/should be actually considered a disability) as uninterested (even undeserving!!!) in sex or romance, as if PWD aren't fully-fledged humans with rich interior lives just like everyone else. that's not ok!

—sidenote 2: i made a mistake in my OG reblog of that post by even bringing canon into it. it's like pointing out bible contradictions to christians in an attempt to deconvert them--it's irrelevant because the bible isn't a real story. i don't fuck with canon. the author is dead. etc. BUT that doesn't mean the way people interpret a character can't be Problematic (for lack of a better term) when we compare it to canon. i just shouldn't have brought canon into it because i don't actually care about those specifics.

so -- i'm not doubting the validity of a character being "-coded," because that has been the only way for many people to see themselves represented in media (see: hays code, etc). i think there might be a convo to be had here though about how we define "-coded." ugh i'm struggling to articulate what i mean, but i guess... when is it "-coded" and when is it "i see myself in this character, regardless of authorial intent" and when is it "i will make this character x thing because i damn well want to and not even god himself can stop me." smarter people than i have talked about this i'm sure. i'm just not sure the threshhold where a character is "-coded" (or "similar to" or whatever) where it is canon to the point where representing a character otherwise is erasing a marginalized identity.

i'm trying to suss through in my head.... ugh, something about cas being non-human without any understanding of human mannerisms, culture, etc, in-universe. i understand people seeing themselves there. i see myself there — i often feel like an outsider, like someone who can't show my true self to any of the people around me, even the ones i love, i often feel lost in a world with rules i don't understand or agree with (some of which are around sex!). but i guess as an allistic person, i would feel really uncomfortable declaring a character autistic when the mannerisms/etc that tend to lead autistic people to seeing themselves in him are literally caused by him being non-human. to me that feels like some sort of implication that autistic people are not quite human.

if i'm understanding what you're saying, it sounds like it would have to be clear to everyone that he is autistic, and representing him as anything else would be ableist (bc erasure). maybe i'm totally totally off-base here. but i guess i'm asking myself if making him allistic is erasure, or if deciding a not-human character is autistic because of their alienness is a little hinky in itself.

—it is worth nothing that the OG post that led to this ask did not say anything about cas being autistic. maybe you're OP and you just forgot to include the most important part of your "cas can't be ace" argument (i would tend to think "it's ableist" is a better argument than "he's horny"), or maybe we're just moving off on a tangent, or whatever.

as an autistic ace person, i imagine you know how little (respectful) rep there is out there for autistic people and ace people, much less autistic ace people. do you legitimately not want to see someone like you in stories? do you legitimately want to put a ban on ace autistic characters?

because you're certainly not alone as an ace autistic person, and other autistic ace people deserve to see themselves. art exists so we can see and be seen. (art is also discovery, which is another reason representation is so important!) and i have cried, actual wet tears on my face, from seeing characters who look like me. i cried the first time i heard a character identify themselves as ace in popular media. shit, i'm old enough that i still get emotional seeing queer couples in media and just existing out loud. that shit really, really matters, not just to reduce stigma but to tell people they aren't alone. (i also cry when someone leaves a comment on one of my ace stories or trans stories or stories with mentally ill characters saying it made them feel less alone.)

i have bipolar. the optics on bipolar are not good and there are a lot of fucked up representations of people with it. people fuck it up more often than not. but banning people from writing bipolar characters is moving in the wrong direction. we have to be thoughtful, and we have to examine ourselves and others, and we have to do it right. there's just no way to do it right if you can't do it at all.

ultimately i'm just not sure how it's fair to say a character can't be ace if they are also autistic(/adjacent). hell, you're going to have a hard time convincing me it's fair to say a character can't be ace for any reason.

—sidenote: is this like the anti thing where you have to declare your traumas and diagnonsensicals so everyone knows it's Acceptable for you to write a certain topic? like, if it turned out i was autistic, would it then be ok for me to write ace autistic characters? as mentioned before, the OG post didn't say anything about autism and neither did i. or did you 100% know i don't have autism because i think it's ok to hc cas as ace? anon, are you allowed to hc a character as ace and autistic?

honestly this came so out of left field. the idea of "i am both x and y, but it is Wrong for a character to be both x and y" is so strange. it brings to mind people who are like "GOD you WOKE IDIOT SNOWFLAKES, i'm so TIRED of you forcing diversity in my face, WHY is this character black AND a wheelchair user?!" and of course the answer is... because some people are black and use wheelchairs? i think this is one of those situations where we go so overboard trying to do the right thing (e.g., not create disrespectful representations of autistic people) that we end up with the same result as the people who want to do the wrong thing (e.g., no one is allowed to write characters with multiple marginalized identities).

sincerely, a person who is sincerely confused by an autistic ace person saying characters are not allowed to be both autistic and ace

ps: just for funsies i was looking to see if there was an autistic ace mash-up pride flag (saw one someone suggested on reddit but there doesn't appear to be one widely used) and learned a fun fact! a survey of 2400 autistic adults found they were 3-9x more likely to identify themselves as asexual, homosexual, or bisexual than the general population. the article mentions that folks who answered the survey were specifically 8x more likely to describe themselves as asexual than the general pop. this is completely irrelevant to the actual discussion in this post, just something to say when mom asks if you learned anything on tumblr dot com today.

[davidmann95]

Jon’s bi! You’ve got to be feeling some way huh?

adudewholikescomicsandotherstuff asked: The Jon news?

Anonymous asked: So, Jon's officially bi now. Thoughts?

maxwell-grant asked: You're probably getting a billion asks about this as is, but I'd like to extend a congratulatory champagne popping in light of recent news. How do you feel about it?

Anonymous asked: i REALLY want to know your thoughts on jon's news!!!!

Anonymous asked: Jon Kent is apparently bi now? What do you think of that?

Anonymous asked: So, Superman news today. I don't know if it's maybe the kind of news you avoided as spoilers (I honestly wish I didn't know about it yet), but if you know what I'm talking about, I'd love to hear your thoughts, though I expect you're equally stoked as I am

So yeah. Superman's bi. I mean obviously there's the pretty big caveat there, but same as 'Robin's dead/Robin's bi' the semantics won't really penetrate the general culture in the same way as the headline, and as I go into at the end this is still significant in a way things like this usually aren't. In any case, Superman - DC's 'main' Superman at the moment, a Superman who by pure coincidence is just a day off from sharing my own birthday - is bi. There's some conflicted feelings there: my opinion on the run thus far is mixed, obviously there's the self-serving corporate element, AND that asshole Tim Drake sort of softened us all up for this which means it isn't hitting as hard as it otherwise would which at least means I can go back to disdaining him in peace. But Superman's bi, like me. Yeah, I felt a feeling.

Mostly shared my thoughts on Twitter, but here again:

* Fun fact: I literally woke up this morning to a fragmentary text about Jay from a friend, and before opening that and getting the full context I decided to check the CBR front page - in the scant moments in-between that got me thinking about Jon and Jay and I distinctly recall the words "they'll never go for it".

* Lol guess I know which Superman I'd ever be allowed to write if I managed to break in. I'd sure take that gig though.

* Personal favorite Twitter reaction.

* God I hope Jay doesn't turn out to be a squeaky-clean weenie nothingburger safe pseudo-husband like so many young queer love interests. It seems like he's got stuff being built up between his powers (potentially themselves Wildstorm related, i.e. he's a Century Baby/the Doctor/the Engineer), leading Truth, and the connection to Gamorra/Bendix, but would legit rather it turns out he's Jon's Lex than they end up Wiccan and Hulkling 2.0. Which surprises me - I like Wiccan and Hulkling just fine! - and the idea of Superman having One True Love is pretty set in stone, but I saw a headline of "Like his father, Jon Kent has fallen for a reporter" and alarm bells immediately started screaming DO NOT WANT in my head as I suddenly imagined this going the most inoffensively bland possible route by sheer inertia.

Anonymous asked: Diversity win! You no longer have to give a shit about Tim Drake now that a character you actually like is canonically bi

magnus-king123 asked: How does it feel to be able to dislike Tim again now that Jon is bi now?

* You people...you get me. You really get me.

* 20 years from now, as Superman Secundus holds Batman 666 in his arms as his friend fades from this world, redeeming his soul in sacrificing himself for the salvation of his father's beloved city: "Live a…worthy life, my good and...true friend...with...anyone but Drake..."

* Was thinking what bi writers I'd want handling Jon Kent Superman and now that he's a queer politically active young cosmic legacy hero who doesn't fully know the true nature of his powers, is there a character who has ever been more designed for Al Ewing. C'mon DC, Ewing on Jon and Hickman on Clark once the current runs end, you'll never have an easier layup again in your life.

* (Failing that this is another point for Dan Watters getting Jon long-term - I don't know if he's queer himself, but I recall him writing some solid gay romance in The Picture Of Everything Else.)

* God willing, Clark and/or Lois in an upcoming issue of Superman: "Jon...I hope this is alright to say, but I've always had a feeling. I've honestly been ready to have this conversation with you since you were ten. Granted that was a couple months ago, but."

(Credit Dylan Marci)

* The most long-term exciting and promising thing about Jon Kent being bi is that he's basically impossible to shuffle completely off to the side or even completely refrain from throwing major talent behind, in a way that hasn't really been the case with any other queer big two characters to date. Iceman? One of the 8 or so main Green Lanterns? That's nice. Tim Drake? That's a symbolically potent statement of intent - he's (a) Robin! - but also he hasn't mattered except for Tynion's Detective in 15 years. But Jon Kent? He's Lois Lane and Clark Kent's kid, and not an alternate future variant, nor is it a Damian situation where he can storm off on his own into obscurity. Even if he stopped being Superman,** that's a dude who's going to be around in a big way FOREVER. He'll have long-lasting runs and Black Label minis and assorted perennials to his name essentially no matter what happens, because 'Superman's son' carries a weight that arguably no other legacy character can match. Pending a truly full reboot that doesn't seem remotely in the cards he's impossible to disentangle from being one of the two most important characters in the life of the most iconic superhero of all time, and that's a completely different degree of importance than sidekick #5 or a lesser-known member of an ensemble.

** And I doubt - as pointed out by @JIhekaire in a convo I had with him - that they can ever get away with ever having Jon drop the Superman title for that matter, lest they end up with the same kind of backlash as when Miles Morales was renamed 'Kid Arachnid' for one of the cartoons.

* Holy shit though maybe do something about this.

[shyrose57]

Brothers anon, im gonna start combing the two separate submissions again cause its getting too short to have them separate I think?

1: His possession messed with memories Ranbob had before, so memories of school friends or playing with Ran were distant to erased. Though after Dreams possession it was also harder to make and keep memories. But thankfully as Ranbob was recovering from Dream and got futher away making memories came eaiser to him, though he'll never get back the memories he lost. 

3: Oh he would very quickly grow to regret his decision, but it would be funny. And Benjamin would later admit that while it was annoying and stressful, it was also fun and he was very happy to have his two families meet and generally get along. 

8: Everyone is just in shocked silence before Cletus just goes "YEAHHHHHHHHHH!" Oddly happy that Ranboo committed so much arson. Oh definitely, after all the outcasts of society where put there. Of course people would make such negative rumors about Mizu and treat the people as the scum of the earth. Though this also means, people don't know what happened in Mizu, and anyone who knows, view it in a more happy and a "Their finally gone" type of way, then viewing it as the tragedy it was. 

Spoons is a card game technically. A group of people sit in a group and everyone gets 4 cards, and you keep discarding at least 1 card of yours to the person on your left, who then does the same to their person on their left, the last person in the group puts a card into a discard pile. The goal is to get 4 of the same cards, and once someone gets 4 of the same cards, that person goes and grabs a spoon in a pile in front of them (let's say there's 5 players, theres only going to be 4 spoons cause there's always a spoon less than the people playing), once they grab one anyone can grab a spoon. And the person who doesn't get a spoon gets a S added to them, once Spoons is spelled the person gets out of the game, and a spoon gets removed to continue the game. Basically for flowers its played the exact same way but with flowers in the middle expect for spoons.

11: I just imagine Dream sulking in a corner as you yell at him and him going like "well I didn't know…" as he kicks a stone. And he wasnt sure what it was, but quickly jumped on the idea that maybe it was the fact that Ran was still alive somewhere, and that that's causing Ranbob to willingly let himself become weak and defy him. Causing Dream to become angrier at Ran and punish Ranbob harder. 

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3: During the brothers fight in the storm, and after everyone runs off to find Ranbob, Ran is left alone. And he decides to just wander off into the storm, not protecting himself from the rain so he does get burnt. The whole time he's lost deep in thought and isn't really paying attention. He continues to wander for a whole day unfollowed (because after the Gladiators and Fishermen came back to the cave after finding Ranbob they are in no rush to find Ran and decide to look for him after the storm passes, which takes a full day) and at some point Raq finds him wandering. Which Raq then uses Rans distraction to his advantage and attacks him. At first only really the gladiators where concerned when they found Ran gone. But once they found him blinded and terrified everyone felt awful and a looming sense of guilt. And everyone continued to feel that way, even after they got the antidote and Ran started to see again.

4: They would just leave Ranbob alone and check in on him every now and again. But generally let him deal with it himself. They'd feel guilty leaving him alone, but they also know that they can't really do anything for him as their not prepared or briefed on how to help him in this situation. 

10: Oh definitely, even with Ran blinded they would've been kicked out immediately for fighting, without even a second glance. Dont forget, Ran still cares for his brother. And maybe, losing his sight made him face the side of him that wanted to become family again with Ranbob, maybe it brought enough to light that he just can't ignore it anymore. Mostly only negative potions can be permanent, like posion, blinding, wither, and nausea (I know the last like 3/2 are effects but they've also found a way to make effects into potions.). You already know what a antidote for blindness would be. A antidote for wither would be, a ghast tear (actually a basic ingredient for almost every antidote), blaze powder, and glistening melon to make a overpowered healing potion. Antidote for posion would be ghast tear, swiftness (so it acts fast to get rid of the posion), and the 3rd ingredient depends on what kind of posion it  was (posion that has a side effect of constricting or filling the lungs with water? Pufferfish and Turtle shell for last ingredients. Posion that has weakness? Blaze powder, and glistening melon) And antidote for nausea would be ghast tear, and potion of slowness to allow the person to slowly feel better, so their nausea doesn't hit them all at once before disappearing, which can cause them to throw up or have side effects. 

13: Thats exactly what they did. 

14: Jackie will 100% attempt to fight God and no one can stop him. :) (to be honest im not sure yet, I know I want to do more with Raq and have the idea that maybe he could be the person that finds Dream and gets him out of Mizu, but that's pretty often used in stories and I want to try to think of something more unique. Maybe I'll have it so Raq actually manages to capture the brothers or at least one of them and uses them as blackmail?)

15: When Ranbob was a child and Ran was just a baby Ranbob would often take Ran out of his crib and take him to go watch the fish swim by. When Ran was old enough he'd follow Ranbob everywhere, even a few times he managed to sneak into Ranbobs class room and almost wasn't caught. Ran got extremely clingy one day and managed to gather his haunting all up into his arms and carried them around, even though he was obviously struggling. And Ranbob used to complain about his teachers and idiotic classmates whenever he got home, which is funny when you consider Ran was very impressiable at the time and Ran started mimicking Ranbob, leading to him cursing, much to Ranbobs dismay. 

And im curious, do you have any questions that I havent answered? Or do you have any ideas for anything? I'd love to hear whatever you have to say about anything honestly!

Course! I dont have much lore wise other than they go to Kelalen and when they hear Dream is still around they decide to stay back to help fight him. But the idea I have is that Karl is just kinda hanging with everyone I listed, talking about allies or treaties when his time traveling clock/watch starts to go off, and he panics, but sadly in his haste to stop it he makes it worse and it grabs everyone, where they end up in the future. After hours of confusion and explaining they calm down. When 2 days later they find the Gladiator and Fishermen group, at first Karl is strongly against going to then for help, but everyone basically ignores him and go to ask for help. Hours of explanation and proof giving later the GF (Gladiator and Fishermen, got tired of writing it out) group sadly tells them that they cant really help. Until Ran (who was previously gone searching the surrounding area and making sure it was safe) appears high up on a tree (cause I just can't get the image of Ran on a tree and looking comfortable and confident as hell out of my head), and says that maybe Kelalen can help, if not going to Foolish may be a good alternative. Isaac, and Grievous are extremely against going back (at this time a 2 months have past since they left Kelalen)n saying it could be dangerous but Ran just aboustely shoots them down, along with Watson and Jackie agreeing with Ran, and Karls group agreeing to it. They head off to Kelalen. And Jackie is extremely excited at the potential of going to see Foolish finally. And it'd probably be like a sub au where the brothers au is the main backbone for it but at a certain point it separates from the au and becomes its own.

1: Okay, ouch. Can you imagine if Ran brought one of those memories up, and just had Ranbob look confused, or horrified, depending on how quick he realizes what happened? How would Ran react to that realization, both before and after he forgives Ranbob?

3: If nothing else, everyone got some laughs from it-even Benjamin, once his friends were far, far away from his family and not able to teach them more chaos. 

8: Cletus, why are you so happy? Do you just enjoy knowing chaos existed back then? Are you an arsonist? What’s up with you? 

Also, wow. Not cool, other city people, that’s very mean.

Spoons sounds like it’s interesting, I might try it sometime. Did the group just have those cards on them? What other games did they have?

11: Good, put Dream back in the corner, I’m gonna be yelling more. Because, seriously dude? I know you probably exist solely out of spite, but c’mon. Admittedly, from a certain point of view, it could be considered amusing that your first thought was that Ranbob was making himself weaker out of defiance/spite but like. From a more responsible and mature viewpoint, that’s incredibly stupid, and I-just. Buddy, hate to tell you, but I’m pretty sure that’d just be a you thing. Besides you were in Ranbob’s head, didn’t he think Ran was dead? It doesn’t even make sense. Good lord, I’m half-tempted to get the broom and chase you around like you’re a particularly unruly barn cat. 

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3: First of all, that sounds really scary for Ran. Second of all, are we getting an overprotective arc?

4: Kind of sad, but understandable, they’re dealing with the situation as best they can.

10: Even if the group was provoked by the townspeople? Potions sound really cool, wish I could make those in real life, tbh.

13: W-what do you mean ‘that’s exactly what they did’? Anon, is your friend, like, a legit gremlin? I’m spooked. 

14: Foolish takes one look at Jackie, wearing a smile that exactly matched Tubbo’s when he was about to cause chaos, and immediately nopes out of that. He knows that face, and he will not be getting tangled into a fight with a goblin child today, no sir. I’m sure Jackie tries regardless though. (Also, that sounds like that goes horribly, do we get an overprotective ender-sibling, for whoever gets captured or used as blackmail, if that’s what you do?)

15: I love all of these so much, oh my gosh. Baby Ran seeing the fishes and following his big brother around. Poor Ranbob’s face when his baby brother cursed one day, Ran trying to carry all of his haunting. I’m in tears, honestly. 

Umm...I can’t think of anything right now, to be honest. If I ever do have a question or idea though, I’ll through it on the Brothers AU tag for you to check out, I guess. 

Oh, this sounds really cool. The part about them just ignoring their local time traveler when they’ve just time traveled particularly amuses me, as does Jackie wanting to see Foolish-I feel like Foolish may be a little more than terrified to see both Tubbo and Jackie back, honestly. Why was Ran willing to help them so much? What did they do to offer proof? How did Ranbob react once they proved who they were? How does all the group get along? Are they Ranboo’s haunting, and if so, if Ranboo gets close with his descendants, does he merge his hauntings with theirs? How does the time group feel about the Brothers fighting, and Ranbob’s possession?

[lilacandladybugs]

Hi, I'm grateful for your religion posts, I've always had a really strong relationship with God but in recent years I've just seen so many people hurt by Christianity and slowly become one of them myself (I've been closeted bi for more than two years, it's rough...). I feel out of place with people who've abandoned Christianity and out of place with people who are still fully committed, and I want to still love God but it's hard when religion burns me to think about most days. I'm sorry if this is putting things on you that you don't want to have to think about, but I just wanted you to know that it means a lot to me to see someone staying strong (and probably doing better at it than me)

Blessings 💙

Hello friend I’m glad I can be helpful! Yes I feel the same way, and I think until I’m fully healed I won’t have the energy or the patience to go back to a Bible study and walk them through how to be friends with people who are grieving, or traumatized, or lgbt, or otherwise different from them. So I’ve felt like I have all these thoughts I’ve developed over the years about who God is and what my identity is in him without having a place to talk about it but y’all’s asks give me a place to do that and not have to prove myself to people who have never grieved or ever been rejected by the church.

I’ve found a lot of solace in Isaiah 55 and in Job and Psalms, this post is getting long so I’ll make another with pictures, but just know I totally understand. There are books in the Bible for people like us though, the Bible was written for broken people, it’s a love letter to us man. And the Bible isn’t the only place where we can listen to God, he’s also all around us in nature, in our loved ones, in poetry, in music. I loved twenty one pilots and I have a few analyses I wrote at 17 about their music and how it was a cry asking God for help. “I don’t know where you are, you’ll have to come and find me, find me,” and Tyler screams it and I would just like scream it with him. 

I guess though that’s all you need sometimes. In that drought that’s all you need is that desire to ask God to show himself to you, that “want to want to” do what he says, that wishing you wanted to know him that’s all we need really. And then God takes over, and he promised where his word goes it will not return to him empty.

I’m sure you know this anon but to anyone else reading this the main story of the Bible is that God created us to be in a perfect free will relationship with him, but we used our free will to reject him instead. Since God is the source of life, when we cut ourselves off from him, it kills us slowly like a flower cut off a bush. Anything that goes against God’s will is called sin in the Bible, and so sin is basically the thing that cuts us off of the flower bush, because the natural consequence for turning away from God is death. But God was unwilling to let that be the end of the story and he chose to die in our place so that if we choose we can reenter that perfect relationship with God. And he rose again from the grave, conquering death, that separation that was originally created by our rejection of him.

In 2018 when I was first really realizing that there are people who call themselves christians and are also abusive I really had trouble delineating like who God is and who the Church is, because they aren’t the same you know? Church is made up of human beings, God is perfectly loving and perfectly just.

And one of my friends was trans and financially independent and recovering from religious abuse, and I remember him coming to my family’s house and my family’s church and realizing that God wasn’t this cruel distant judgmental being, that he loves us.

Anyway when my friend realized this he started going to church on his own, and one day as he was listening to the song “Come to the Alter” he said God spoke to him and said, “Come to me and I will be your father and you will be my son.” Which was a really big deal to him because God was willing to fill that role that his abusive ‘Christian’ parents were unwilling to fill, to use his correct pronouns, to meet him where he was, to love him unconditionally, to be his father.

When I heard that I legit cried for like three days and I wrote this:

— Feb 26, 2018

I have been overwhelmed yesterday and today with the goodness and love of God I had so underestimated. I feel the need to protect my friends and self from people who might hurt them, who don’t believe depression exists or handle them cruelly, but I didn’t realize I associated these people and my own brokenness with God himself. But God is not cruel. He does not hurt people on accident he doesn’t condemn, he meets us where we are tenderly like the gentle rays of golden sunshine peeking through the window in the morning or water of a lake lapping gentle on a stone beach.

His love is so pure, so respectful, and yet so overwhelming. Lord how cautious you have chosen to be with me, as one taming a wild deer, and Lord how I didn’t know how starved I am for your love! Oh Lord how you love my people so deeply and purely to stare into its depths though the water is clear I cannot see the end of it!

Father how can I fathom you? I knew who you were with my mind when I asked for our lives but how you have acquainted my heart with you! And you hold on and say “Here I am love, you are safe.” How safe I am with you! You are my nest in the winter where I go when frightened. Your triumph is so great I can’t speak or understand and so I just laugh and cry in joy and relief that you are here. Why do I remain so heavy laden? I should come to you or in you is miraculous peace. 

Never have I felt such joy as yesterday, even when (a friend) was released from the hospital my tears were as if I were grieving I could feel all of heaven rejoicing and singing.

Oh God how lovely you are! Stunning and perfect and kind.

Light reflected through ie and silvery breath on cold winters night just a whisper and a gorgeous sight.

Comparing the safety you bring to the love of humans is like comparing moisture to the ocean, a pebble to the rocky mountains, one note to a symphony.

I feel like I have seen for the first time, been loved for the first time, like Rapunzel escaping from her tower I look down and even what is as everyday as grass to you is a wonder to me.

Lord I don’t know what abusive things I’ve taken as normal, please introduce me to life as your child.

Thank you so much Dad

Thank you <3

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I love you anon, keep me posted and I’ll keep giving you a ton of unsolicited advice hahahaha. The only other thought I had was that you don’t have to push yourself to worship God in any particular way! God isn’t just in worship music or just in the Bible. (although the Bible is the ultimate source of truth) sometimes the Bible can hurt to read when you’re traumatized and that is okay, God will meet you where you are. The word of God is not bound!! He’s not limited by your trauma, he’s not weakened by it, he can still do what he needs to do, just listen.

sister i wish you the best of luck, may God be with you wherever you go

[thequeensofmemes]

Six Lyrics

Ex wives:

Listen up, let me tell you a story a story that you think you've heard before

We know you know our names

Know all about the glories and the disgraces

History's about to get overthrown

Get ready for the truth

All you ever hear and read about is our ex and the way it ended

Tonight we gonna do ourselves justice

Was married 24 years

I'm a paragon of royalty

Why did I lose my head?

When my son was newly born I died

Lock up your husbands

Lock up your sons

I saw him to the end of his life

I bet you wanna know how I got this far

I said, I bet you wanna know

No way:

There's no way

In all the time I've been by your side I've never lost control

And even though you've had your fun running around with some pretty young thing I didn't say a word

You must think that I'm crazy

You wanna replace me?

If you think for a moment I'd grant you annulmen

So you read a Bible verse that I'm cursed 'cause I was your brothers wife

Daughters are so easy to forget

If you thought it'd be funny to send me to a nunnery honey, there's no way

Please tell me what you think I've done wrong

If you can just explain asingle thing I've done to cause you pain, I'll go

I'm not going away

Don't Lose Ur Head:

I wanna dance and sing

You should try and get ahead!

I'll think about it maybe

You're living with his wife?

Like, what was I meant to do?

Sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said I'm just trying to have some fun

Don’t lose your head

I didn't mean to hurt anyone

If you wanna be wed make up your mind!

Somebody hang you

Way to make the country hate you!

Tried to elope

___ out every night on the town just sleeping around like "What the hell?"

If that's how it's gonna be maybe I'll flirt with a guy or three

You damned witch

And now he's going 'round like "Off with her head!"

What was I meant to do?

What was she meant to do?

Heart of Stone:

You've got a good heart but I know it changes

You'd lift me high, or let me fall

You can build me up

You can tear me down

You can try but I'm unbreakable

You can do your best but I'll stand the test

You'll find that I'm unshakeable

When the fire's burnt when the wind has blown when the water's dried you'll still find stone

When I say you're the only one I've ever loved I mean those words truthfully

I know, without my son our love could disappear

Soon I'll have to go

I'll never see him grow

But I hope my son will know be'll never be alone

'Cause like a river runs dry and leaves its scars behind I'll be by your side

Haus of Holbein:

But which one will it be?

No one wants a waist over nine inches

So what, the makeup contains lead poison? At least your complexion will bring all the boys in

Ignore the fear and you'll be fine

We must make sure the princesses look great when their time comes for a portrait

Get Down:

Sittin’ here all alone on a throne in a palace that I happen to own

Fill my goblet up to the brim

I wanna go hunting, any takers?

You said that I tricked ya cause I, I didn’t look like my profile picture

I’m the queen of the castle

Get down, you dirty rascal

When I get bored I go to court

All You Wanna Do:

I think we can all agree I'm the ten amongst these threes

Ever since I was a child I'd make the boys go wild

We spent hours strumming the lute, striking the chords and blowing the flute

Tell me what you need what you want

I feel the chemistry

Like I get you and you get me

And maybe this is it he just cares so much it feels legit

We have a connection

I think this guy is different

All you wanna do, baby's touch me, love me can't get enough

All you wanna do, baby's please me

Run your fingers through my hair

Tell me I'm the fairest of the fair

Gets what he wants and he won't take no

Passion in all that he touches

He even let me use his favourite quill

Still I came back the next day as he required

You see, I'm all you needa ll you want, you don't need to plead

I know, this is it he just cares so much this one's legit

I'm sure this time is different

You can't wait a second more to get my corset on the floor

Yeah, that didn't work out

I decided to have a break from boys

You'll never guess who I met

He swears it's true that without me he doesn't know what he'd do

I'm finally where I'm meant to be

He cares so much, he calls me 'love'

I guess it's not so different

There's no time for when or how 'cause you've just got to have me now

So we got married.

His temper's short and his mates are sleazy

The royal life isn't what I planned

Why did I think he'd be different

It's never, ever different

When will wnough be enough?

I Don't Need Your Love:

I'll miss you every day

I wish that I could stay with you

I'm holding back the tears tonight

I have built a future in my mind with you

There's nothing left for me to do

I don't need your love

Been a wife twice before, just to survive

It's what I have to do

I am not your toy, to enjoy till there's something new

There's nothing left to discuss

But it's time for us to rise above

Six:

He got down on one knee but I said "No way!"

___ sent me a poem

We're one of a kind

I'll do that until I die

It's the end of the show

[gayregis]

ok also. i don't think geralt's into pet names BUT he's really just like. thoroughly physically affectionate. like he's not good with words but he knows very well just how and where his bf wants to be kissed and touched and what makes him feel good and what makes him feel appreciated both in terms of sex and in just in general and in turn jaskier is very vocal abt how good geralt makes him feel or abt how much he really appreciates him and his company and how he loves him bc They Know Each Other

in a little sacrifice when geralt begins tripping over his words around dandelion and essi... he was shortcircuiting from the pressure of having to speak in front of two poets. ... the thing is that geralt has the capability to be incredibly eloquent, but it’s only when he’s not thinking about it, and also usually when it’s about something he scorns, or a hateful situation (the nature of humanity, impending doom, the dangers and woes that ciri is facing...) ... when he has to speak about good things and love, he kind of becomes reduced to “you make me feel good in my heart :)” 

i know that this isn’t the ship on the table right now, but, i mean, it took geralt four books and like what, 10 years, to tell yennefer he loved her... i feel like with dandelion, there was less, ahem, drama in their relationship (they don’t really on again/off again, it’s more of a mutual everlasting thing) so it could have gotten to that point sooner between them, but it also has to be considered when exactly it turns romantic or geralt Realizes that he’s not only capable of love but legitimately loves dandelion ... not just in a friend way... 

(personally i understand the appeal of a ship that has love at first sight, but i really like the “love at second sight” dynamic in which they realize they’re important to each other right off the bat but only really realize their feelings later... also i think falling in love / realizing that you have fallen in love with your best friend is a common gay/bi experience...)

so i like to put the estimate of when geralt Realizes actually exactly at the point where dudu changes into dandelion in eternal flame. because at that moment geralt realizes that all he wanted to do when faced with dandelion is hold him, talk with him, be with him somewhere quiet, peaceful, and safe... that he loves him, even if he is wearing that stupid gaudy blue kaftan... that all he ever feels towards dandelion is this desire to be with him, spend time with him, protect him from anything that may come their way... dudu and geralt in this moment both were expecting geralt to raise his sword, geralt was already reluctant and never wants to harm innocents, but after dudu shifted form into dandelion, any kind of drive he possibly could have had for unsheathing his blade in an act of violence just got knocked out of him, blew away like the wind. (also worth noting that right before dudu shifted into dandelion’s form, he was in geralt’s form, and that only made geralt actually more OK with using violence than he was with dudu in any other form... geralt’s self-loathing knows. only a few bounds.)

the reason why i bring it back to this time geralt realizes he’s in love is because of that moment where all he wants is to just sheathe his sword, rush forward, and hold dandelion in his arms... feeling horror at the fact that his sword is glistening in his hand. he doesn’t know what to say, actually, in this moment. the dialogue becomes a monologue as dudu continues speaking in dandelion’s voice and form, and where geralt is supposed to repond, it just says: “geralt nodded reluctantly.” “the witcher said nothing.” “the witcher said nothing.” i interpret this scene as him basically being paralyzed with feelings, especially after a shard of ice where he and istredd went toe-to-toe and was told he can’t experience love because it’s a biological impossibility. he’s still thinking about this question throughout eternal flame, and it comes to a head in this scene, because what else, other than love, stayed his blade, paralyzed him?

geralt’s situation relating to his feelings and love are intensely complex. it’s not the simple “oh i have feelings for you but i’m too abashed to say them uwu,” but rather “i was born to be emotionless so i could fill a societal role and specific caste laid out for me but your presence in my life has changed everything and now i think i might be able to feel love, and i feel love for you” ... so yeah he has difficulty verbalizing all of that. especially when he hasn’t had a traditional upbringing with the presence of fairy tales and stories of love told to him since childhood, he’s missed out on a lot of “normal” societal things like this so he does not have a framework to understand his feelings through! no one told geralt that when you want to spend night and day with someone, sleep in the same bed, talk to them endlessly, and you feel like you can be completely honest and truly yourself and seen for who you really are around somebody... that’s love! 

before dandelion’s presence in geralt’s life, the idea of pleasant touch was really foreign to geralt. from contracts, he felt claws and teeth and maybe the sewing of a wound afterwards. from other contact with other humans, he felt nothing except the ocassional contemptous spitting or throwing of stones (legit what it says in the last wish). the witchers in KM seem to go for that masc shit (he and eskel hug for an imperceptable moment, blink and you’ll miss it) and i can imagine witchers roughhouse for fun and stuff like that, but in the outside world, with no one who could ever understand who he is, what he is, what role he was meant to play... it’s a very isolating life. 

i’m stealing an entire paragraph from this other post i wrote a while ago: “tbh there was probably an entire first week of their friendship where geralt flinched or became immediately alert when dandelion got close to him to speak, touch his arm in jest or gentle motion, or grabbed onto his hand, forearm, or sleeve in anxiety, because geralt just…. wasn’t used to anyone touching him, even in a passing or platonic manner.” geralt wasn’t used to kind touch, but he has highly trained mind-body coordination. i think in one part of tower of the swallow in a chapter prelude, witchers are called a “caste of warrior-priests” which just makes me think of the monk class in D&D... which can be a good analogy. geralt is NOT just a sellsword. his profession goes entirely much deeper, it’s literally what he was genetically altered to perform. this is why he has such a difficult time separating himself from his work, because it almost cannot be done. witchers do undergo extensive training, and especially individuals like geralt who are focused on ethics and morality take time to reconcile the physical and mental effects on their body. it’s not really just “guy with sword feels things physically bc that’s just how he’s wired,” but geralt has really tuned his soul and body together as a result of both his profession and coping with being forced into his profession.

so i think when dandelion introduces this concept of good touch to him in addition to the idea that he can be loved / deserves companionship, it’s natural for geralt as he becomes more in-tune with his emotions to feel them more physically. i ask whomstever is reading to take their mind out of the gutter bc this part at least is a nonsexual context, because they can put it straight back into the gutter later, since this post does involve dandelion.geralt’s emotions are practically on the same level of chronic pain as his shattered leg later on in the series. you know when you feel despair and grief in your chest, the tingling sensation of love in your arms and shoulders, the bristling anger on the back of your neck... it’s along those lines. 

so when he’s feeling emotions very heavily, and can’t begin to craft the statement beginning with, “so, i’m not supposed to feel emotions, but...” he just acts with his body. this can actually be seen in all the times he saves dandelion, saves yennefer (debatable b/c she’s pretty badass; it’s more like he helped her), and when he just runs to ciri without even needing to say anything in something more. 

in his worst times, geralt’s a man of philosophy and surmising and indecisiveness... like in baptism of fire, regis says that the cardinal directions have no meaning to him, as long as he is going somewhere... he paces around, and also like in baptism of fire, the song about the ornery wolf... look how the wolf dances in the holt / teeth bared, tail waving, leaping like a colt (...) look how the wolf is dragging his paws / head drooping, tail hanging, clenching his jaws (...)” ... but in his best times, he’s a man of action. he acts when it’s most important.

ok time to put your head back into the gutter now! i’ll put the nsfw stuff under a cut to save all of your eyes

this part can be treated like an add-on to the post. wow, all this writing just to say geralt doesn’t suck at sex... ok. 

well in terms of geralt x dandelion i think that after their first time together, dandelion accuses him of lying about how many people he’s fucked, because ‘it can’t possibly be that small of a number’ because geralt wasn’t awkward. he was very emotional as to be expected, but also we know he doesn’t tend to show emotions on his face, so the intense rippling feeling of love & desire he feels when dandelion pushes his hair back behind his ear flew under the radar. which is good in geralt’s perspective, because he strongly feels that it would be embarassing if dandelion knew how much he’s affected by him. honestly similarly, dandelion who’s not embarassed by much is at first apprehensive to think about his and geralt’s relationship, because usually he can just leave whenever he feels like it... but with geralt, it became different, geralt was no fling, and realizing this very early on in their relationship was alarming until dandelion did what he usually does and just drops it and remains happy. 

honestly you could make the argument (not outright STATING it... i’m not being h*rny on sideblog...) but you could argue, that geralt and dandelion have bomb ass sex because both of them are canonically good in bed, weirdly enough. geralt is pretty giving and loving in his sex scenes, even when it’s not even romantic and rather a crazed passion, like with fringilla. it’s canon that he’s a proponent of oral sex b/c he defends the concept in discussion with regis and also gives it canonically, so idk what to really say here except geralt’s a real one and sapkowski had a vision i guess for his main character. 

another important thing mentioned in geralt’s sex scenes is that he’s pretty intuitive with pacing. in the last wish, he and yennefer take their time and have quite a soft and loving experience, and in lady of the lake, he and fringilla experience this more sort of intense scenario. but i think these differences are meant to speak to the differences in love and relationships between the pairings... while geralt and yennefer experience an all-consuming love of mind and body, geralt and fringilla had more of a ... bad decision. this makes us have to headcanon for what the pairing of geralt and dandelion would be like, i’m inclined to say it would be a lot like geralt and yennefer because the thing about geralt and yennefer is that they find intimacy in each other that they’ve yearned for their entire lives, and geralt and dandelion have a lot of that similar energy of finding something in another that you’ve always longed for. 

especially towards the beginning of their relationship, i feel like just their abilities to be vulnerable are what drives them. of course, having emotional sex is a fireworks-type event for geralt, while for dandelion it’s more just like, 3 PM on a tuesday afternoon, so that affects their dynamic a lot, again especially in the beginning of their relationship before geralt met yennefer and villentretenmerth, because geralt really was just not sure of himself. dandelion’s very sure of himself so he kind of doesn’t realize that it’s the beginning of an Emotional Journey for geralt and not just something casual like eating brunch together. geralt becomes more confident over time though and that’s good but he still gets just regular pangs of gay love that stops your heart momentarily, from being ... in love... 

as for actual dynamic during i think it would be funny and good to keep them both in-character and interacting as they normally do. cue humorous arguments with no vitriol or consequence: “stop moaning in musical scales, it’s ruining my concentration” “no— fa so!” 

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Hiii, could you do a Hogwarts au of y/n being a Hufflepuff and Iwaizumi being a Slytherin and they're a couple and everyone questions why they're together but they don't care since they just compliment each other so well and their love is so pure, fluffffyyyy

Heyyy, I hope this is fluffly enough!!! And I must say I was just getting anxious to write this one. I, myself, am a legit Hufflepuff and I deeply feel for it. So yeah. I hope I got this one right!

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Iwaizumi sighed exasperated as he walked across theSlytherin common room. He could hear a couple of girls whispering to each otherwithout noticing how actually loud their whispers were. 

“He’s totally outto see her. What a waste of potential.” He had heard oneof the girls said.

He wanted to turn around and acknowledge it, walk upto that girl and ask if his personal relationship affected her in any sort ofform. But he didn’t because he knew all the answers. And doing so would notonly be rude, but would do absolutely nothing for his situation. He had beenwell advised that that kind of behavior could only make things worse. So hekept his pace straight, and his head high. 

As soon as he stepped out of the Slytherin territory,he started to trot. He was usually on time, but she was always quicker thanhim. She always arrived before him. He headed past the clock tower and into thebridge that would take him to the owlery. The more he got away from his commonroom, the bigger his smile grew. He climbed every flight of stairs feelinglighter and lighter since he knew what awaited him at the top. 

And as he arrived, he was welcomed by the sound ofwings flapping and by the sight of she standing by the window as her footplayed with a small stone on the floor. She immediately heard his steps comingtowards her. She first seemed surprised, almost taken aback, but as soon as hermind recognized it was him, her expression softened, and even her eyes weresmiling in return.

He wrapped her in his arms and squeezed her tightagainst him. She chuckled against his ear as she hugged him back just as hard.He breathed in her scent.

“We don’t have to hide. I don’t want to hide you,” Iwaizumisaid to her. Meeting in the owlry had been her own idea. He felt her shiftingin his arms, so he let her go. She looked at him in the eyes. Her expressionwas still as soft as before.

“I know, but people talk so much. It is nice to beclose to you without anyone around commenting about it.”

“It is,” Iwaizumi agreed as he pulled her into hisarms again, resting his head on top of hers as he looked out the window. Herbreath tickled his neck but he ignored it. The warmness she transmitted to him wastoo pleasant. “How was your day?”

“Mmmh, fine. Same as always. Yours?”

“Mine just got better.” 

She softly chuckled. “You’re such a sweet talker.” 

“That’s your fault.” 

“Stop it.” She hid her face on his chest. He wasn’tlooking down at her, but he knew how easy was to make her fluster. Hetilted his head down so he could deposit a kiss on the crown of her head. Hethen saw her scarf swaying against her coat, the Hufflepuff colors all over it.He looked away. He had no interest in which house she was in. He didn’t care whoshe was supposed to be, or for the matter, how he should treat her just becauseof that. For Iwaizumi, houses were just that, houses. It didn’t defineanything. He refused that belief.

…

He always insisted they had no valid reason to hidetheir relationship. It wasn’t declared in the school rules that you couldn’t bewith someone from another house. It was wrong only by the social norms imposed byold generations, and followed by people he had no time for.

“You surely like some trouble,” Oikawa said toIwaizumi as both of them stood on the stairs. Rivers of classmates passed themby up and down.

“It wouldn’t be if people would actually mind theirown business.”

“So defensive,” Oikawa said again as his eyes drifteddown the stairs. He saw a familiar face, and instantly smiled poking Iwaizumiwith his elbow. “Good evening, ______,” he said with a cordial tone.

“Good evening, Oikawa,” she answered in return.Iwaizumi’s eyes met her, and he immediately noticed her nervous ones.Without a care he slipped his hand intertwining his fingers with hers.

“Ready?” he asked her. She was about to answer him when a voice pierced theirears.

“Look at that, Iwaizumi doing his charity work,” saida guy behind them followed by some laughs. “Don’t worry, man, there are otheroptions than dating someone from the lame Hufflepuff.” 

“Yeah, have some respect for yourself. You know youcan do better,” added the other one. 

Iwaizumi stayed unfazed by the insults, but then hefelt his hand being gripped with might. He turned to see her. She was lookingaway with glossy eyes. An itching, hot feeling came from his stomach and intohis throat. He felt fury overtaking his senses. He let go her hand and gave onestep towards the pair of assholes thinking they were the quirkiest guys on thewhole school. Oikawa quickly stretched his arm stopping him from going anyfurther.

“Don’t bother,” Oikawa told him calmly. “It’s betterif you take her somewhere else.” Iwaizumi stared at his friend. Indeed, hisvoice was serene but the expression of his eyes didn’t match. Oikawa’s eyeswere disturbingly untroubled, which Iwaizumi knew meant nothing good. He noddedand took her hand again obligating her to walk up the stairs, to the completeopposite direction the two guys were.

“Yeah, take her back to the trash, Iwaizumi!” and thenthe guys laughed. As Iwaizumi forced his girlfriend up the stairs a big loud ‘thump’ was heard. They looked at eachother and peeked down curiously.

The two guys were lying on the floor and trying tostand up with hurting faces. All of their things were sprawled everywherearound, and some loose papers were slowly falling down. People around them werewatching amused. Their eyes opened wide. Oikawa look up to them with a contentsmile. They could see his wand sticking out in his right hand. He had thrownthem down the stairs. 

“I told you to go,” Oikawa insisted putting his wandback into his coat. “They just tripped. A clumsy pair, really.” 

Iwaizumi shook his head and went on his way listeningto Oikawa. Without stopping, in a try to avoid other undesirable encounters,they made it into the library and went all the way to the most remote anddistant corner of the whole place. Classes had ended, which left the placealmost empty, only a few souls could be found. Their selected spot was shield bythe enormous bookshelves in a way that left the corner completely unnoticed. Itwas the most recondite corner in the whole library. Even the shelves there werecovered with a thin layer of white dust indicting how forgotten that aisle was.

They dropped to the floor defeated. She cuddled rightnext to him hugging his arm and resting her head on his shoulder. Iwaizumi thenrested his head on hers and took a deep breath as he closed his eyes. Lately,silence had become one of his favorite things. 

“Do you think Oikawa will get in trouble?” she asked.Her voice was low, and it sounded just as tired as they felt.  

“Only if someone accuses him.” 

“Which is unlikely,” she proceeded.

“Exactly. So don’t worry about him,” he raised his head and tried to look at _____. Her eyes weren’t glossy anymore, but there wasa slight pinkness in them. If she was hurting, the he was too. It was unfair onso many leves. “Are you okay?” 

She freed his arm sitting straight and shrugged.“It’s… whatever, really. How they make me feel won’t change how I feel about you,so it’s pointless.”

______ had a genuine kind countenance and Iwaizumifelt overwhelmed by it. A couple of guys had insulted her right in her face,insulted her house and the virtues being a Hufflepuff carried just a couple of minutesago, and she was shrugging it off stating there was something far more importantthan that. She held love above public shame. Iwaizumi found himself in awhirlpool of emotions. He was indignant by how spiteful and how easilymalicious people could behave to a girl who had done nothing but to fall inlove. Yet again, he felt adoration, and even admiration for her. He was aboutto beat the meanness out of those guys’ beings, and she was standing on high ground when she was literally brought to tears by them.

With infinite delicacy, Iwaizumi cupped her face onhis hands and softly fondled her cheeks with his thumbs. He gazed at her withwhat could only describe as the purest form of love. He pulled her head to him,and kissed her once, and twice. The kisses were light as a feather, and didn’ttransmit an ounce of eroticism. The kisses had a different task. They weremeant to spread that unflagging love they felt for each other. Still, the touchwas enough to send bristle down both their bodies.

They pulled back, but didn’t get to far apart. Theirforeheads could touch at any given moment.

“You’re so important to me, _______. I can’t even tellyou how much. I only wish that…” 

“It doesn’t matter,” she stopped him knowing where he was going. “As long as we’resure of us, of this, then nothing of that is important.”

He paused for a second repeating her words in his head. 

“You’re really a thing,” Iwaizumi said before kissingher again. They stayed in that corner for the rest of the evening and untildinner.

When they came out, they walked hand in hand. Ifsomeone was watching them, or talking about them, they ignored it. Those smallinstances when they were alone and apart from the whole world alwaysfunction as a reminder of why they were keeping up. They feel bad for the people who couldn’t accept it. That only meant they hadn’t known love the waythey did. They loved each other deeply, and it wasn’t hard at all. 

People werejust background noise once they stared at the other.

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Thanks for the request! I hope you liked it!