#but people with eg POTS

[rotationalsymmetry]

I know it tends to lead to more heat than light when people do a "ok disability though" counterpoint to these sorts of posts, but I do want to point out that this sort of thing is exactly one situation where it can help to zoom out and look at the issue from a societal rather than individual perspective.

I spent a fair bit of time on the internet before I got sick -- in college, when I was surrounded by people I mostly liked and lots of fun things to do, in the mountains when I was surrounded by natural beauty -- and somewhat more than I thought I should, but it was very much in balance. I'd spend a few hours reading webcomics when I thought I should have been doing my homework or NaNoWriMo or meditation or something, but I'd also go out and walk for a few hours, or go grocery shopping, or bake bread, or play "gay Life" (Life the board game but the pegs in front seat of your car can be the same color) with the Alliance kids, or do that homework I'd been putting off. I'd go on Facebook maybe a couple times a week to keep up with what my friends were doing and as far as social media went, that was it.

The times I've spent an out of balance amount of time on screen stuff, rather than a reasonable leisure amount of time that I felt guilty about because I've got an overdeveloped "work ethic", were when I was depressed and unemployed and socially isolated, and now when I have CFS and am unemployed and socially isolated. I can sit outside for a bit, but I take a while to get dressed because I'm sick and I can't do long walks like I used to because I'm sick and my ability to grocery shop or cook...anyways, you get the idea. Social contact too.

And part of that is my illness -- impairment. And part of that is living in a society where either you're working (or something like working, like going to school) or you may as well not exist, people do not make room for disabled people in society. I'd get out more if it was socially acceptable to walk around the block in my pajamas and a bath robe, but it's not and I don't; I'd get out more if I expected I could lie down on public benches without getting harassed by a cop, but I can't expect that so I don't.

We have a society. That is happy for people like me to spend all our time on electronics and none of it in meat space, because that's convenient and easy and good for capitalism, and who the fuck even cares about disabled people anyways.

(And thank goodness the internet exists, because how the fuck would I find people who know how to live with my illness without it? I'd do what people used to do and just be sick and have no clue what to do to manage my symptoms better. I'm substantially better off than I was at my worst due to activities related to looking at a screen.)

And sure, there's some wiggle room where I can make an effort to spend more time on idk coloring books or whatever and less on screen stuff, and I do, and I can reach out to people I know for calls and quiet at home visits where we talk or play board games but only for a couple hours at a time, and I do, but it would be so much fucking easier and better if I wasn't swimming fucking upstream about it.

There is an attitude that gets all over the place like spilled glitter that good health (physical or mental) is primarily about individual choices and is maybe even a reflection of personal character, and it just isn't, not with physical health and not with mental health either, personal choices aren't irrelevant but they're not doing the heavy lifting either and we could treat health as a COLLECTIVE, social concern, something that we do together and for each other and also something that is morally neutral on an individual level, something that happens to us more than the consequences of our choices.

And we could expect that some people can't be healthy (at least not with current medical knowledge) and need care and accommodation and that's not a personal failing and it's not something that anyone's going to be able to fix any time soon but sick people can have better or worse lives in a way that is not tied to better or worse health.

(Very. Much. Including. Depressed. People.)

unironically tho, you need to fill your life with nature and exercise and reading and crafting and cooking and physically engaging with the world around you. the key to happiness is not in your computer screen, especially not if most of your time is spent looking at bad opinions and arguing with people. it sounds so stupid but you are an animal that needs enrichment. so take your meds, go outside or at least look outside and turn off the computer and phone more often. I promise you'll feel better.

[angelfic]

theodore nott x reader

warnings — kissing, kinda pg-13, mentions of drinking/smoking the usual stuff blah blah etc etc

a/n; truly thought another theo fic written by me would never see the light of day but here we are <3 this was meant to be a tiny drabble btw I hate myself!!!! NOT PROOFREAD!

THEODORE NOTT is shy.

he doesn’t understand why people find him intimidating. well, actually, that’s not completely true. he knows that people avoid him when he’s with his friends because they’re doing stupid shit like when enzo and draco are hexing each other for fun. or when mattheo starts scrapping out in the corridor because someone looked at him wrong and blaise is egging him on.

and, okay, maybe theo will jump in at some point too. in his defence, it’s only when the other guy’s friend starts in on him first.

but his friends aside, theo doesn’t understand why people think he’s intimidating when he’s by himself. it’s not his fault his resting face is daunting.

he wishes he could change it sometimes. girls will still come up to him at parties in the common room once he’s had a couple of drinks, but at the risk of becoming an alcoholic, he can’t be that loose all of the time.

theo wishes more than ever that he could cast some sort of spell on himself when you talk to him. you share a few classes, much to theo’s delight, but it’s not like he’s taking advantage of the fact.

every time you speak to him, his brain short circuits and he feels like a piece of muggle technology being fried by the wards of hogwarts. sometimes it’ll be something small like when you ask him to pass over the pot of lacewing flies in potions and he just stares at you.

“uhm, we’ve run out of them on our table,” you explain after a few seconds of silence, giving him a little smile. you point to the ingredients and raise your brows. “so…?”

he knows for a fact that his face is set in a blank expression that probably looks pissed off, especially when he catches sight of your friend at the table next door who practically looks concerned for your safety.

but his ears are burning and he feels like someone’s electrocuted him when he finally hands over the pot without looking at you and your finger brushes against his for a nanosecond.

“thanks,” you say, sincerely, a smile still gracing your lips as he offers you a stiff nod. you act as though you just had a completely normal interaction and it has theo stressing out because what if you see right through him?

another time, you’re late to history of magic and there are two seats left. one near the front and the other next to theo. you rush over and take out your things, barely registering who you’re sitting with, but theo is hyper-aware. no one ever willingly sits next to him aside from his friends.

once you’re settled, it appears that the rush of being late has left you quickly due to the monotone voice of professor bins and instead you’re fighting to stay awake. theo would know, since he keeps throwing glances your way.

at one point professor binns drones on about known cases of dragon pox and when he starts to list the symptoms, including a green and purple rash, theo mutters under his breath to mattheo, “much rather that than having to sit here for another bloody hour.”

his eyes flick over to you, surprised when you let out an unexpected snort of laughter. mattheo, having fallen asleep on his desk unbeknownst to theo, is oblivious to theo’s comment. instead, you’re the one covering your mouth with your hand to stop yourself from laughing too hard and theo physically can’t stop his lips from quirking up. he made you laugh.

later that day, he overhears your friend apologising for not saving you a seat in class. “i can’t believe you went and sat next to nott. i’m surprised he didn’t tell you to piss off.”

you immediately shush her, and your next words make him feel like he just ran a marathon. “i still don’t know what you mean. he’s nice… and funny,” you say simply, shrugging.

he repeats the words in his head over and over until the next time you talk to him, which happens to be at a party in the slytherin common room.

outside the party, actually. theo goes to sit right outside the common room entrance with his cup and a cigarette, partly to smoke and partly to get away from some of the girls who were flocking to him and his friends after they had all had a few drinks.

he’s exhaling a puff of smoke right as you’re quietly exiting the party to take a seat next to him and as soon as he spots you, he accidentally inhales the smoke the wrong way and coughs.

“sorry,” he mutters, waving the smoke away before it can go near you. he feels stupid and decides to just dump the thing into his cup before setting it aside. alcohol makes him looser, but it doesn’t make him completely immune to you.

“it’s fine,” you smile, crossing your legs as you settle on the ground next to him. “how come you’re out here every time there’s a party?”

“too loud,” he explains, letting his head rest against the wall as he starts to feel the buzz kicking in. “that, and to get away from all my adoring fans of course.”

this makes you laugh and theo, in his tipsy state, adorns a lazy grin at the sound, not bothering to hide that he’s looking at you.

“i don’t think there was a single girl who didn’t try chatting you or your friends up in there,” you shake your head, amused.

theo swallows, noticing the way you’re fiddling with the hem of your dress and he wonders if it bothers you. he blames the vodka for making him so bold when he says, “you and your friends didn’t.”

“my friends are scared of you,” you reply, raising your eyebrows as if to ask him if he’s surprised. “they think you’re always glaring at me.”

“nah,” he mumbles, looking at you through slightly hooded eyes. the dimly lit corridor makes your skin glow in a way that has him feeling a bit in awe, and he finds himself blurting out the first thing that comes to mind. “have they considered i’m staring at you because i think you’re fit?”

he promptly wants to punch himself in the face.

weirdly enough, you don’t look taken aback. you tilt your head as if pleasantly surprised, and your lips quirk up into the ghost of a smirk. “i have to say that explains a lot.”

“how so?” he asks, hesitant to know your answer. his heart stutters when you move closer to him and get up slightly to crouch beside him. your fingers reach out to tuck some of his hair behind his ear and he freezes, utterly still.

“well,” you say softly, a teasing glimmer in your eyes. “every time you speak to me the tips of your ears turn pink.”

and then you get up and leave and theo thinks his face has gone numb. he doesn’t remember much else from that evening, but the next morning his friends are asking him why he looks like he wants to kill someone.

he doesn’t know how to tell them that the someone he’s wanting to kill is himself for telling you he thinks you’re fit.

channeling the embarrassment into something useful, he tries to focus all his energy on the quidditch match he’s in against ravenclaw.

it goes by in a blur and somehow they’ve won, and theo thanks his lucky stars that they have because draco would surely have killed him for throwing the match due to being distracted.

the others run off quickly to the common room to celebrate, and theo tells them he’ll be right there, allowing himself to linger in the changing rooms for some peace and quiet before the inevitable celebrations.

“hey.”

he spins around, still in uniform with sweat dampening his hair and his green eyes fall on you in surprise. “uh. hi. what are you doing here?” he asks, uncertainly after the events of the night before. he hopes to Godric his ears are covered right now.

“just came to congratulate you,” you say with a playful smile.

theo’s brows furrow and his shoulders involuntarily slump slightly. he isn’t sure what he expected you to say, but it wasn’t that. “oh.”

you push yourself off the doorframe and enter the room, slowly walking closer to him. he’s never been more grateful for deodorant in his life.

“and one more thing,” you add, inching closer still.

“mhm?” theo is practically holding his breath in anticipation, and when you reach out to gently touch his arm, he stiffens for a second.

“i think you’re fit too.”

a startled laugh leaves him at your whispered words and instead of saying thank you, he finds himself stepping forward to clear the air and say what he’s been thinking since the party.

“i don’t think you’re fit,” he starts, face dropping when your smile falters. “shit, no, i mean you are. fuck,” he breathes out, dragging a hand down his face.

you take in the faint blush creeping up his neck that definitely wasn’t there right after he finished the match and allow him a second to gather himself.

“you’re beautiful,” he stammers, closing the gap between the two of you in earnest. he faintly registers the fact that he’s practically towering over you and leans down in an attempt to be less intimidating. “like, crazy beautiful. i meant to say that yesterday instead of sounding like an absolute twat, but i mean, what else is new when i’m around you-“

you cut him off by grabbing him by the collar of his quidditch jersey and pulling him down to press your lips against his in a firm, unyielding kiss. he stiffens, hands hovering uncertainly at his sides for a moment as though he’s frozen, but it isn’t long before he’s reacting, as though he’s suddenly woken up.

his hands find your waist immediately, pulling you into him and straightening up slightly to deepen the kiss, pulling you up slightly to stand on your tiptoes as your lips slot against his.

theo breaks the kiss to meet your eyes with his own wide ones, rushing out words between kisses. “i don’t think you understand just how long…” he exhales into your mouth, kissing you firmly. “i’ve been wanting to do…” he nips at your bottom lip, making you gasp. “this,” he finishes, grinning into the kiss when you melt against him.

theo takes the opportunity to reach his hands down to your thighs, lifting you up and carrying you over to the wall where he’s suddenly kissing you with a new confidence, moving to pepper kisses down your jaw and onto your neck.

you tuck a finger under his chin to lift his face up to yours where you match his grin, your lips swollen and eyes glazed over. he’s never seen a more beautiful sight.

“took you long enough.”

a/n cont.; I hate this soooo bad it was meant to be a silly little drabble and now it’s a block of uncapitalised mess but I’d put too much time into it (less than a day) so here u are I GUESS. take a shot every time I write a kiss that starts exactly that way

[darqx]

Another BP/HH/Gen answer dump as usual starting with BP and then moving into the other two \o/

All demons age about the same rate as humans (although with earlier milestones as babies) UNTIL they hit their 30s-40s after which aging slows down drastically 🙂‍↕️

Izm chasing you down to get .D back like

🤔 You guys sometimes really make me think about things I don't often have to think about LOL. I'm just gonna do the gang this time so off the top of my head:

Izm and .D are often eating sushi in my drawings and since I'm pretty sure Izm is mainly the one buying, sushi is his fave. He'll eat any type but he prefers the raw fish ones.

Whilst .D also likes sushi, it's not his fave dish. His fave dish is pasta in a red sauce (like Sugo or Arrabiata) for some reason. Nostalgia maybe?

Zeke is a meat and potatoes kind of guy, so, a nice juicy sirloin with mushroom sauce and a side of roast potatoes and veggies. (BP!Zeke is similar but he really likes pork/bacon particularly, so a pork roast for him probably).

Wei Ren's comfort foods are chicken congee, and seafood steamboat/hot pot.

Marcus' fave is his mom's chicken casserole.

Oh I'm glad (and thank you very much)! I hope you get lots of inspiration and can create a lot of things :D

Hm, that's a good question! I think, for doodling purposes, my fave is Rire mainly because Rire always looks more or less completed in black and white. My other two faves are .D and Izm - .D is a good exercise in subtle expressions whereas Izm is the complete opposite (esp with BP!Izm with that mouth).

Yes. I mean, I'd prefer you be at least 15 for those two things only cos if i had to age rate them they could be considered M or MA15+.

Hullo! The short answer is that there are also "not normal" skin tones, it depends on the demon species :)

The rest of society is pretty standard so yes there are charlatans in the world of BP lol. HOWEVER, no one would pretend to be a BP for three distinct reasons:

You need to be sanctioned to be a BP (ie they have abilities that normal people do not, like being able to perform exorcisms.)

There is no profit to be had as BPs generally don't get paid (all their living expenses are generally covered by their religion's HQ).

It's dangerous work. You'd have better luck being a bank robber.

Desmond is def a club music kind of guy XD EDMs, techno, trance, hardstyle, house, whatever - the kind of stuff you jump energetically up and down to at a club/concert/rave, he'll listen to it.

Not yet for BP (soon...🙏🏻). HH wasn't really a comic series so much as a bunch of somewhat random one shots I did for fun lol.

^ you guys :d

I don't put my pronouns anywhere partly because it is lowkey amusing for me to see how people perceive me online. It doesn't really matter to me, so go with your best guess lol.

You would be surprised at how much time those two hobbies can take up outside of work |D; I also like doing puzzle games (like Quordle etc), coding, going for walks/bike riding, making slightly odd food combos in normal recipes and freaking out my friends on Discord with them, and watching horror/disaster films and playthroughs of horror games.

Maybe one day I would, but not at this particular time, sorry!

Thanks for asking as this is a bit of a grey type area! Personally, I think that as long as this is purely for your own use and you aren't going to on-sell it in any way...then it should be ok. I'm going to categorise something like this as somewhat similar to say...people printing out my art to stick to their wall type thing. Of course, if you ended up buying a bunch and then thought oh i have so many extra I'll sell them to whoever wants them - that would be a no no.

In what capacity lol if there's something I've learned from real life it's never agree or disagree to anything without knowing specifics. Eg if you would like to use my art as a PFP on tumblr then you can if you credit it, but if you want to use my art as a face claim for your own charac then i would have to say no, etc.

That makes two of us as i am not familiar with the twisted wonderland universe :P

.D: Diasomnia

Izm: Pomefiore

Wei Ren: Ignihyde

Zeke: Savanaclaw

Marcus: Diasomnia

I never really specified one so my friends and I have been calling it the fictional city of Hedone lol.

I haven't given up on HH, i just dont draw it nearly as much since i'm focussing on developing BP :) Anyway HH wasn't seriously planned to be a comic or anything (though technically...it does have a very loose storyline that I've alluded to in some drawings |D ) so it's something I can just jump back into and doodle whenever i feel like.

This was from a while back

It's pretty straightforward HH is a slice of life 'verse where my main characs are in an all boy's boarding school and Rire is the headmaster. It focuses on the boys shenanigans though so if you specifically like Rire you will be disappointed as he's barely in it.

I cut off this post cos I dont think the stuff in it should be shared with other random people even though anon is on anon. If this is you anon i hope you are doing well and i would genuinely encourage you to talk to someone about certain things (like a therapist maybe).

[dykelizard]

jayvik headcanon masterlist

jayce goes to bed super late and wakes up super early, while viktor either doesn’t sleep at all or literally sleeps until noon.

jayce sleeps like a baby once he’s actually down, and has like eight alarms set to get himself up in the morning. he snores like a foghorn too. viktor is a very light sleeper because of his childhood, and will wake up at the tiniest sound. he moves around a lot while he sleeps, and he tends to wake up with a lot more back pain than usual because of it.

in the early days of their partnership they would work nonstop for multiple days and end up totally losing their minds while running on no sleep and a fuck ton of HexCaffeine. heimerdinger would walk in on them giggling uncontrollably and egging each other on to blow stuff up at like 4 in the morning.

caitlyn once sent them to the grocery store together for literally two things and viktor accidentally left jayce behind and jayce panicked when he realized viktor was gone and knocked over five displays and a shelf. they somehow came back with the wrong items.

jayce is rly good at cooking (his mama taught him) and he cooks for viktor to get him to eat when he’s too immersed in his work in the lab. viktor is TERRIBLE at it. he approaches it like an experiment and something always ends up getting set on fire. one time vik tried to make soup for jayce while he was sick and he somehow set it on fire and showed up to jayce’s apartment completely covered in soot with a pot of burnt soup and singed hair.

zaunites having developed that thing that nocturnal animals have where it’s that reflective sheen in their eyes when it’s dark because of how little natural light the undercity gets, and jayce getting the shit scared out of him by viktor because they pulled an all nighter in the lab and jayce wakes up in the middle of the night because he hears a clatter and he looks up while half asleep to see viktor rummaging around for a part and vik turns to stare at him and his eyes are just fucking GLOWING. jayce almost cries.

jayce gets really loopy when he’s sleep deprived. like he’ll just be so out of it and start suggesting the most nonsensical stuff and start building, like, hex-blenders. viktor thinks it’s hilarious, and always helps him. meanwhile, viktor just LOCKS TF IN when he’s sleep deprived. he’ll completely forget that other people are even in the room, and also that he has to eat food, or drink water, or blink. he gets very grumpy when distracted from his work by anyone other than jayce, and will not hesitate to smack people with his cane.

both of them hate the winter equally, jayce because of ptsd and viktor because he’s disabled, and they will literally just sequester themselves away and hide in the lab with a space heater the entire time. they have sky bring them food a couple times a week and they just hunker down there to avoid having to go outside.

viktor almost froze to death on the streets of zaun when he was a kid, and jayce sobbed for an hour when he first told him.

when they were first starting out, viktor used to accompany jayce to those fancy piltie parties where they tried to schmooze for investors, but whenever people tried to touch jayce or pull him away without asking or flirt with him to the point where it visibly made him uncomfortable, viktor would get really pissed off and protective and he would end up “accidentally” tripping like half the people they talked to with his cane. jayce secretly loved it and got really sad when viktor stopped coming.

jayce is a cat person, and always feeds the feral cats around the lab. secretly, they remind him of viktor. viktor calls them dirty strays and says that he hates how jayce encourages them, but jayce has caught him cooing to them before.

viktor loves dogs, and has wanted a pet ever since rio, but he worries that he wouldn’t be able to take care of it properly because of how much he works and with how often his illness puts him out of commission. at least now he has jayce.

they both have a twelve year old’s sense of humor, and they LOVE pranks. heimerdinger ended up having to ban all production of (patented) HexSilly-String, HexPaint, and the HexWhoopee-Cushion.

viktor throws up when he gets nervous. jayce is scared of vomit, but he always rubs his back and helps him get cleaned up whenever it happens.

they had a lot of trouble while interacting in the first year because jayce is very tactile and expressive with his emotions, and viktor tends to be more reserved. jayce thought that viktor didn’t like him, and viktor thought jayce was pitying him. eventually, they worked it out.

when jayce found out how few places actually had accessible entrances, he immediately went to the kirammans and petitioned to the council about implementing more disabled-friendly locations in the city. viktor still doesn’t know it was jayce who got accessibility ramps installed in all the university buildings.

jayce fidgets with his hands a lot, and he’s almost always idly putting together tiny gadgets or fiddling with gears. he gives a lot of the small contraptions he makes to viktor, who keeps them all on a shelf in his apartment.

jayce is a total lightweight. he always tries to make himself drink beer because it’s more masculine, but he actually loves fruity cocktails. viktor can handle his alcohol like a 300-pound pit fighter—that is to say, he can take 6 shots of gin in a row and still only be a little tipsy.

whenever there’s a spider in their lab, viktor always tries to kill it immediately but jayce makes him take it outside and set it free.

jayce loves kids so much. he really likes seeing what they think of hextech, and always asks what they would change about it and nods very seriously while taking actual notes. viktor doesn’t really know how to interact with them, so he either freezes up and awkwardly sidles away, or talks to them like a scientific colleague in hopes that it’ll bore them enough that they leave.

jayce gets panic attacks whenever it snows, and viktor talks him through them.

viktor won’t accept if jayce tries to give him food directly, so he just leaves it out while they’re working and waits for viktor to meander over and eat it on his own terms. or, if it’s homemade, jayce will make big sad puppy dog eyes and go “but i made it…” until viktor gives in.

viktor thinks his laugh is ugly, and jayce thinks it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard.

viktor rants in czech when he’s pissed off and jayce complains about people he hates in spanish.

jayce cant hold a poker face to save his life but lies really well. viktor has the best poker face known to man but is somehow unable to lie.

viktor is completely stone-faced while thinking about fucking jayce over the lab table and jayce is turning bright red while thinking about holding hands.

viktor whacks jayce with his cane when he’s being an idiot. jayce has accepted it.

they’re both very protective over the other, and they both don’t want to let themselves be protected.

jayce is terrible at personal space, and always leans way in over viktor’s shoulder when he’s showing him something. viktor had no idea how to react at first and would just starts internally combusting, but he’s gotten used to it.

jayce is actually really strong because of all the forge work. one time he lifted viktor up while trying to move him out of the way of an explosion in the lab. viktor has never forgotten about it.

jayce yaps 24/7 about science and magic and whatever happened to him that day and just literally everything, and viktor always listens to everything he says very intently.

jayce thought viktor’s machine herald voice was SO HOT but will never ever tell him.

after so many years of spending every minute together, they eventually just kinda stop having any boundaries. they pretty much know everything about each other.

jayce knows how he’s perceived as a dumb prettyboy and hates it. viktor always makes sure to remind him of how smart he is.

jayce was scared while he was dying because he didn’t think he’d done enough yet and viktor was at peace while he was dying because he thought he deserved it.

their periods sync up.

viktor always steals food from jayce and claims it tastes better that way. jayce started leaving food out intentionally to get viktor to eat more.

jayce is just as bad as viktor when it comes to feeding himself consistently, and viktor constantly calls him out for being a hypocrite

viktor tries to make jayce feel cared for as best he can. jayce never brings it up, but it means the world to him.

viktor expresses his affection in smaller ways. jayce shows his affection with bigger gestures.

jayce’s favorite comfort food is the birria that his mom makes. viktor has tried multiple times to recreate it, but keeps setting it on fire. viktor’s favorite comfort food is halušky from a street stand in the lanes. jayce learns to make it for him when he gets pneumonia during the second year of their partnership.

jayce was the pickiest eater when he was little but now he’ll eat anything. viktor would eat anything he could get as a kid but got more particular about it as he got older.

they would both rather sleep at the lab than at home. they rest better knowing that the other is there with them.

jayce calls viktor sweet nicknames in spanish and viktor calls jayce an idiot in czech.

they both tend to revert back to their native languages when overly tired. sometimes sky will walk in and they’re arguing with each other in completely different languages and yet somehow understand everything the other is saying.

viktor loves telling jayce what to do. jayce lives to to please viktor.

jayce goes into the undercity to get materials for their work on hextech. viktor insists on going with him to save him from getting scammed again.

jayce gives viktor the biggest hugs whenever they have a breakthrough on a new piece of hextech. viktor begrudgingly indulges him by hugging back.

viktor loves bad slashers and jayce loves black and white detective films. they both love cheesy sci-fi movies and usually watch them together.

viktor fell asleep on jayce’s shoulder once and jayce didn’t move for the entire duration of viktor’s nap

jayce smells like metal, three day old cologne, and smoke from the forge. viktor smells like sweat, chalk dust, and the oil he uses to polish his brace.

viktor hates when people treat him like glass because of his disability. jayce never holds back when it comes to being physical with viktor.

jayce trusts too easily and he thinks viktor is too much of a cynic sometimes. viktor trusts very sparingly, and he thinks jayce is too naive sometimes.

jayce has a lot of trouble adjusting to living with a disability and gets frustrated with his leg very easily. viktor teaches jayce the least painful ways to maneuver with a brace and never blames or pities him for needing help.

jayce designed and made viktor a new cane after his old one got broken during their first day together. viktor refused to take it until jayce said it was a memento to commemorate their new partnership. jayce modifies it any time viktor’s mobility changes.

jayce clears out the lab and brings viktor warm sweetmilk whenever he has a low spoons day and doesn’t have the energy to deal with other people in his space. viktor appreciates it more than he can express with words.

jayce likes lo-fi jazz and viktor prefers classical music. they will never not fight over who gets radio privileges in the lab and had to come up with a system where they switch off depending on the day.

jayce cries over everything and viktor almost never cries.

jayce thought about going back to the ledge at his old apartment after viktor left him. viktor would’ve never forgiven himself if he knew.

jayce never stopped thinking about viktor when he was stuck in the pit. viktor couldn’t help feeling like something was missing the whole time he was at the commune.

jayce sleeps splayed out like a starfish. viktor sleeps curled into a little ball.

jayce was forced by his mother to take ballroom dancing lessons when he was younger and he tries to convince viktor to let him teach him. viktor would rather eat hot coals than learn how to “fancy dance” and teaches jayce a traditional zaunite folk dance instead.

jayce is really good at following directions and almost never gets lost. even if he does somehow end up losing his way, he would rather die than ask somebody for directions. viktor has the layout of the undercity completely memorized, but somehow gets lost every five seconds in piltover. stubbornly refuses to ask for directions.

jayce has a burn scar on his left foot from when he was twelve and tried working in the forge for the first time. he dropped a scorching hot hammer and it burned a hole through his shoe. viktor is missing the tip of his right pinky because he accidentally sliced it off with a sheet of corrugated scrap metal when he was seventeen.

jayce accidentally elbowed viktor in the face once while gesturing about something and apologized profusely for almost twenty minutes. viktor laughed himself into a coughing fit over it.

jayce never feels like he has to fake being happy around viktor. viktor never feels like he has to make himself seem okay around jayce.

jayce loves to knit even though he’s terrible at it. he claims it hones his hand-eye coordination. he makes the worlds ugliest sweater for viktor’s birthday one year and viktor doesn’t take it off for a solid three days. viktor loves reading crappy science fiction pulp novels. sometimes he reads them out loud to jayce and they make fun of how inaccurate they are.

viktor has a green thumb, but he always forgets to go home to water his plants so they end up dying anyways. jayce tries so, so hard to keep plants alive, both in the lab and at his apartment, but literally everything that he touches wilts. he cries every time he kills a plant.

jayce would play the trumpet. viktor would play the piano.

they find REALLY dumb ways to entertain themselves in the lab. many an innocent egg has been fried by a hexclaw laser and a couple of scientific geniuses (dumbasses) with too much free time.

viktor falls asleep in the lab during the day and jayce falls asleep in the lab at night.

jayce loves viktor’s moles. viktor loves jayce’s crooked teeth.

viktor has the biggest sweet tooth known to man. jayce prefers more savory flavors.

viktor cannot handle spice for the life of him. one bite of jayce’s chilate de pollo and he starts dying coughing and turning bright red. jayce LOVES spicy food but learned the hard way to start making viktor’s portion way blander than everything else.

jayce tries to lean backwards in his chair to seem cool and falls on his ass 9/10 times. viktor laughs at him whenever it happens.

jayce cracks his knuckles really loudly when he gets nervous. viktor hated it at first, but eventually started taking it as a sign that jayce needs reassurance.

there are two non hextech-explosion related holes in their lab. one is because jayce was dramatically banging his head against the wall when they were stuck on a project and he somehow managed to put his freakishly hard skull through it. the other is because one time viktor tried to turn a timer off with his cane while wildly sleep deprived, and not only did he miss, but he also accidentally cracked the drywall.

viktor always wears mismatched socks because he thinks it’s a waste of time to find matching ones when nobody is going to see them anyways. jayce balls his socks up in pairs so that he doesn’t accidentally wear non-matching ones.

jayce is a people-pleaser because he’s scared of rejection. viktor refuses to suck up to people for their own comfort because of how accustomed to rejection he’s become throughout the course of his life.

jayce uses half of his “scientific journals” as glorified diaries with a whole lot of detail. viktor loves snooping and reading what jayce writes over his shoulder. he thinks it’s cute when he immediately blushes and tries to cover it up.

viktor has a terrible short-term memory but a really good long-term memory. jayce has an awful long-term memory but a great short-term memory.

jayce has broken his nose by booking it full speed into a glass door. viktor has broken his nose by tripping over his own cane and absolutely whiffing it face-first.

jayce is very clingy while drunk, and gets really sad whenever viktor tries to extricate himself from his octopus grip. viktor gets super giggly when he’s drunk, and bursts out laughing at literally everything, even if it’s not funny. whenever they’ve been drinking heavily together they just have to stumble home with jayce clinging to viktor like a limpet and viktor laughing every time they trip on a loose rock.

jayce likes giving stuff that he makes to viktor, like a new cane or a vik-safe toaster. viktor likes giving stuff that he finds to jayce, like pretty rocks or a cool looking gear.

jayce hates being the butt of the joke, but will always pretend to laugh along. viktor notices when he’s fake-laughing, and will immediately try and change the subject.

they’ve both memorized the sound of the other’s footsteps.

one time jayce got ants in his apartment from leaving food out too often and he slept in the lab for a solid two weeks until he was sure they were gone. viktor stayed in the lab with him out of solidarity, and they shared the sofa-bed.

viktor hasn’t gotten top surgery, and doesn’t really tend to get chest dysphoria. jayce has gotten top surgery, but his pecs are still larger than average.

their mario kart games get INSANE. jayce mains donkey kong and viktor mains dry bones. one time jayce convinced mel to play with them and she kicked their asses so bad that they both couldn’t face her for a week.

jayce likes fried eggs over-easy and viktor likes scrambled egg whites.

jayce has huge violent dad sneezes that sound like an exploding airhorn. viktor has tiny dainty kitten sneezes that sound like tinkling bells.

both of them are incredibly fucking stubborn.

jayce apologizes first after an argument. viktor tends to apologize with his actions rather than his words.

jayce will do this thing where he shoots awake in the middle of the night at the lab and turn to a wide-eyed viktor just to whisper the most incomprehensible gibberish known to man, then collapse back onto the desk and immediately start snoring. he wakes up in the morning and asks viktor if he wrote down the “genius idea” that he thought of last night and viktor smacks him with his cane.

jayce is ticklish EVERYWHERE. he lives in fear of viktor finding out. viktor already knows and is planning on exploiting it when jayce is least expecting it.

jayce has tiny freckles on his nose and viktor counts them when he thinks jayce isn’t looking.

jayce had to bail viktor out of jail once after he had too way much to drink and tried to fight an enforcer. viktor didn’t regret it for even a second.

jayce tells the most awful dad jokes whenever the lab gets really quiet. viktor tries to hide it, but he laughs every time.

viktor tried to give jayce a haircut once and jayce wore a hat for a solid two weeks afterwards.

jayce has the worlds longest skincare routine with like eighteen steps. viktor washes his face with dish soap and calls it a day.

jayce only swears occasionally, but when he does, you know that shit is getting SERIOUS. viktor swears like a sailor, but most of it is in czech so nobody can tell.

jayce gets loud when he’s angry and viktor gets very quiet when he’s angry.

jayce is super vocal in bed but can never actually say what he wants. viktor loves how easy it is to overwhelm him, and always talks him through it.

jayce wishes it was him who had been killed in the council attack. viktor only remembers being grateful that he was the one who took the brunt of the explosion, and not jayce.

[yellowgnomeboots]

What I don't understand is that these tests and evidence exists, but the diagnosis process for CFS in my experience is 2x 15 minute appointments and 8 blood tests and then you're told to rest for the rest of your life rather than determining whether you actually have these mitochondrial problems or whatever.

Full Transcript at the link; 3-minute listen.

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By taking biopsies from long COVID patients before and after exercising, scientists in the Netherlands constructed a startling picture of widespread abnormalities in muscle tissue that may explain this severe reaction to physical activity.

Among the most striking findings were clear signs that the cellular power plants, the mitochondria, are compromised and the tissue starved for energy.

"We saw this immediately and it's very profound," says Braeden Charlton, one of the study's authors at Vrije University in Amsterdam.

The tissue samples from long COVID patients also revealed severe muscle damage, a disturbed immune response, and a buildup of microclots.

"This is a very real disease," says Charlton. "We see this at basically every parameter that we measure."

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

Good Morning Hawkins, I feel like hell so I made this little pick me up

I think we as a society greatly underestimate how comfortable awkward guys get when you actually reciprocate their awkward attempts at flirting.

I wholeheartedly subscribe to the fact that Eddie is an uwu nervous bean, but like, see I’ve dated nervous beans.

I’ve also dated nervous beans who were into heavy metal.

We’re talking about socially awkward, extremely horny guys who are dtf no matter the time or place if they can find someone with a pulse who is willing.

Literally that is their ultimate fantasy.

So while Eddie might be a little more cautious with someone who is bold and flirtatious, I think if he can get a read on your intentions, he will be down to do anything immediately.

Like, you two could be egging each other on nervously, and it just gets to the point where he will take the plunge and kiss you immediately, willing to risk getting slapped for it because you’re just so great.

His social awkwardness comes from a deep seated desire of just going for the gold and trying to kiss someone. He likes to stir the pot, because, it’s Eddie. He jumps up on tabletops and makes faces at people, I refuse to believe that someone with that kind of behavior wouldn’t just try kissing for the sake of trying.

It’s one of those moments where you’re telling him to shut up, and you’re just like “make me shut up” and the kiss happens because he is always going to challenge authority.

So he kisses you and he just freezes up, until you pull away and kiss him back, then suddenly you’re being yanked into the back seat of the van.

Literally, my mans will pop his cherry on the first date. It’s a metalhead thing. They literally are the ones who are down to clown any time, any place.

Eddie would 100% be a reckless thrill seeker. And I think he too wants someone who will like cheap thrills with him. It’s the most exciting thing happening in his life at the moment, and he really likes you. And wants to be around you.

He also wants to seed you fkskdkkskskksksk

Mans pops a boner the first time he kisses you and will just point blank blurt out his feelings.

“Eddie… why do you have a boner right now?”

Eddie: BECAUSE I LIKE YOU TF?!

I just can’t subscribe to Eddie being a slow burn person when he really told Steve Harrington that if someone jumped into a lake for him he would do anything in his power to get them back because it’s true love.

Eddie Munson is a hopeless fucking romantic. I’m sorry to tell you all this.

And hopeless romantic metalheads who have a love for fantasy are the kind of guys who get equally hopeless romantic girls (like me fmskkdk) pregnant in high school.

Alternatively, they’re also the ones who ask you to get married after like two months of knowing one another.

Trust me, I’ve almost been in both situations. Unfortunately, the guys weren’t Eddie Munson.

Because the difference between reckless guys who don’t think and Eddie, is the fact that Eddie thinks long and hard about his life with you. He meticulously plans out every little thing of how he wants to keep you with him, and how he will be the kind of person you need him to be.

Because one thing that Eddie has that no one else does or ever will: it’s that big, beautiful heart who takes in lost sheeps and gives them a place where they belong.

So once he is locked in, this mother fucker is locked the fuck in.

Naked women on wild horses couldn’t tear this man away from you.

Freaks mate for life. So if you can lock in Eddie, you’re never getting rid of him.

[gigisriley]

wait people say charpim is toxic or that they wouldn't work out as a healthy relationship??? im so confused is this just angst being grafted onto them or is there a valid argument to be made here?

Im new to the smiling friends fanbase btw and mostly am a lurker that seldom comes by to see fan content lel

first off, WARGGGHHH thank you for the ask i’m literally SO excited to answer!!!

rambling below the cut!!

i’m in two camps on this one. I think charpim in its CURRENT state definitely wouldn’t work. BUT Pim is definitely the kind of person who has the capacity to help Charlie. Pim is a very affectionate guy, and he’s open, honest and sincere. Hle’s very genuine, compassionate and beyond kind. In other words, he’s *exactly* what Charlie needs. Pim can make him better.

Charlie isn’t a bad guy. He’s far from it, actually. His whole job revolves around making people smile, even if his goal is a paycheck and not that fuzzy feeling you get in your chest when you make someone’s day better.

But he’s a very flawed guy. In Charlie goes to Hell and Doesn’t Come Back, I remember reading somewhere that Micheal and Zach wanted to originally make Charlie vape in the beginning, but the studio wouldn’t let them. So they settled on energy drinks. Thats why The Devil says “I can quit my addicted vices whenever I want”- this is supposed to be a moment of realization for Charlie. He can see himself in The Devil in that moment.

In Erm, The Boss Finds Love? Charlie literally gets shitfaced at the wedding. Even as he walks into the break room the next day, he says “I can’t keep doing this. Something’s gotta change, brother.” in reference to his hangover. He’s unhappy with where he is, and he recognizes there is a problem. But he doesn’t do anything to fix that. In the alien episode, both him AND Pim get shitfaced.

Charlie also instigates fights. In both Charlie Dies and Doesn’t Come back and the alien episode, Charlie’s the one to stir the pot. When they go looking for a tree to chop down, Pim keeps a level head and calm voice. Charlie’s the one who raises his voice and takes the axe to the tree. Charlie instigates thus fights with the dudebro aliens, literally egging them on. He’s so caught up in this that he literally elbows Pim in the face.

Plus, you never want to get into a relationship with someone under the notion that you can “fix” them. More often than not, people don’t change. It takes a MAJOR life event or some kind of trauma for someone to change. And Charlie, in the face of LITERALLY being given a second chance, continues to drink, instigate fights, and give in to his addictive vices.

In his current state, Charlie would definitely be the ‘toxic’ one in the relationship. He’d instigate fights, come home drunk out of his gourd, and he’d hurt Pim emotionally. Whether or not he’d hurt him on purpose is up for debate. Pim would overexert himself trying to keep them together, and fall apart. You can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped.

Charlie needs to change if they’re going to work. He needs to get better. THATS why I think they wouldn’t work, at least not yet.

At the end of the day they’re just silly little guys in a cartoon about Friends Who Smile so i’m probably reading WAY too much into a guy who looks like a peep. But oh well. To be cringe is to be free.

(ID LOVE to talk more about this—- if anyone has any comments on this or disagrees, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know in the notes. i like talking about my silly little pink and yellow middle aged men)

[misojunnie]

can i request this?

https://www.tumblr.com/misojunnie/728375539407159296/i-find-the-vampire-and-werewolf-rivalry-dynamic

but instead of vampires it's witch/warlock/wizard please?

☆ &team as your werewolf bf! w/ a witch (or warlock) partner :)

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byun eui joo - ej

is very unserious about you being a witch

when you finally confessed his first question was to ask if you could cast a spell on him that gave him super strength

he's so easy going n sweet :( got very quickly acclimated to the magical door slamming, floating pots and pans, etc

"honey, next time you summon a goetic demon, can you please make sure he's gone by dinnertime?"

murata fuma - fuma

quite surprised you were a witch; probably made an awful pun to cover up his shock

will easily lay his life down to protect you from the people who are prejudiced against you, even if its a fellow werewolf

you love your man <3 someone tried to jump him once and you cursed them for all of eternity

"can you do the dishes tonight? and please don't bring them to life on accident again."

koga yudai- k

tried to scare you away with garlic when he found out, and you had to tell him that only works on vampires

despite his initial shock, he quickly got accustomed to your habits

read the entire wikipedia page on witches so he'd be "well informed of all your needs"

makes an awful witch themed pun at least once a week, ex: "witch, please."

wang yixiang- nicholas

found out you were a witch like a week before you broke the news

^ secretly peeked into your bedroom one time and saw you curling your hair with a levitating curling iron, but decided to say nothing until you were ready

hates it when you put spells on him, eg; "I'm leaving, and if you even try to immobilize me, y/n, I swear to god-"

has asked you to curse ta-ki more than once or twice

nakakita yuma - yuma

he thinks it's hot

asks you to put spells on him so he can walk on the ceiling, which you continually tell him don't exist

tried to prank you once and you used magic to throw him through six layers of drywall on instinct

safe to say he hasn't tried to prank you since

asakura jo - jo

didn't even believe you at first, his first reply was "oh, really? then where's your big hat?"

it took you a week to convince him that it wasn't a prank, and he only believed you after you sent him through space and time

always takes care of you after you exhaust yourself from casting too many spells

found out you were ironically terrified of the conjuring and still makes fun of you for it

shigeta harua - harua

was shocked at first, but quickly came around when he realized how wonderful your magic could be

always wants to hear witch lore and all the stories about your covens and history

was suspicious you put a love spell on him but eventually realized that he just loves you a lot. damn.

hates when you make him clean because he knows you could easily do it with magic

ta-ki

poor baby went into actual shock when you told him you were a witch, but he had no complaints

genuinely had no idea that witches existed

"wait, so do you have warts and stuff? no judgement."

is still amazed every time you do a spell, even years later

hirota riki - maki

his only knowledge of witches comes from playing minecraft

"so wait, you don't live in a hut? not even a swamp?"

when he gets too hyper you cast a spell on him that glues him to the wall or something (comes in handy when you need to study)

asks you to summon demons just to do his homework

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a/n: sorry for this super late reply! I have very little knowledge of witches so I hope I did this request justice ;-; this was sooo fun

[monzamash]

one of my kind — daniel ricciardo

daniel ricciardo x you (femreader) | 1.6k summary – getting high with daniel. warnings – 18+ (sex, coarse language, drug references) a/n – yay for the first instalment of the mm2k celebratioooon! shout out to the anon who sent this idea to me ages ago and to @percervall and another anon for sending me in prompts for daniel – love ya's!

It always ended like this – a web of tangled limbs, throats burning, tongues stoking the desire simmering somewhere deep within that was never set alight anywhere else, with anyone else. It was only ever a glance, knowingly across a room; catching bloodshot eyes and sending the signal. You both knew what you were doing, patiently waiting for the opportunity rarely given; supposedly distantly linked through mates, barely friends. Secretly fucking.

At every chance.

Too often for acquaintances.

But he had you floating in his cloud; covered in flames from the moment you walked in the room – dizzy from the promise of having him caught in yours. It was hypnotic the way you floated his way, natural; desperate to breathe in the sweet mix of spiced sandalwood and pot that was fused into your senses for the rest of time, giving you a fix that crawled across your skin; etched in your memory.

“How are ya?” He asked so nonchalant, so easy; as if he hadn’t been thinking about this since the moment you left his apartment in Los Angles weeks ago.

“Good, Daniel,” And desperately craving you, “How are you?”

The small talk was an act for your friends, for the people watching Daniel like a hawk – hidden in plain sight. It always began this way, pretence before the real show, before you snuck off to a quiet place – a bed, a couch or most often a bathroom, squeezed between a cold, chipping wall and the man who had you whimpering, begging to be touched.

It hasn’t been that long, he teased with no leg to stand on, sat back on a chaise lounge that had seen better days. Sunken and worn from the years of battering, witness to each cardinal sin – ruined like you were about to be. Daniel was hard to the touch when your fingertips traced the front of his pants, concealing the one thing that already had your eyes rolling, bewildered by the slurred promise whispered through his pearly smile.

“If you’re quiet, I can give you all of it, baby. None of this foreplay shit; the real deal. A promise that caused a chill to creep down your spine, fingers grasping every stitch of shirt between your thumping chests, nicotine lingering on your lips, his stained with your ruby red lipstick.

“Then don’t just sit there.”

You were impatiently standing between his knees, peering down through your lashes, fluttering and praying your desperation was endearing, not pathetic – attitude a plenty. And from the way Daniel leaned forward, grinning like a Cheshire cat and practically foaming at the mouth, you knew it was working. Intoxication and lust swirled into a cloud of arousal. Hormones hurried and sparks flying, cracking into the darkness and blowing away in the wind.

Fleeting. Temporary. A fix.

Daniel hiked up your skirt that had him plotting this moment from the second you walked through the door, laced panties barely covering any part of your pussy. As your thick thighs clenched his feverish hand, you needed his lips. A kiss from the devil in disguise, your kryptonite incarnate. Laid back, lazy smile, slurred Australian accent egging on your high as your hips rocked, separated from your mind.

“Use my thigh,” Daniel whispered, hoarse and gruff – a lump in his throat rivalling the one caged by the denim beneath.

“You’ve been looking at it all night anyways, haven’t ya?”

His suggestion caused a rippling moan to tumble, stifled by his thick neck you’d found yourself nuzzled into, sighing and moaning – messier than you would ever like to be with someone as majestic as Daniel. “I asked you a question.”

A hum was all you could manage, eyes closed as the high from the pipe you’d taken a hit from finally washed over you. That warm fuzzy feeling burning from your toes to the tips of your ears, a smile slowly slipping across your lips when you emerged from Daniel’s slick neck, pupils dark and blown out.

“But you promised it all, Danny.”

He laughed lowly, amused by the sweetness in your voice while your eyes told a different story entirely. He wanted you just as bad, cock twitching at the sound of your softly spoken words. Enamoured by your lazy movements, lapping against his dick, stiff beyond comprehension.

But of course you complied, desperately chasing some kind of release from the tension gathering in your stomach. Deeply entrenched and only awakened by the man guiding your sensitive clit against his tensed thigh. You’d never done this before, shamelessly gotten yourself off like this. It felt vulnerable when you dared to open your eyes, big brown doe ones staring back at you in awe.

“You are so fucking sexy.” Daniel doubled down, “Like, so sexy, I can’t cope.”

Your soft giggle escaped, causing his dimpled cheeks to deepen and hands to grip your bruising hips that little bit tighter, rocking you raw back and forth, angling you to the shape of his muscular thigh. Languidly building to the promise land, a string of moans lost to the quiet room. The only sounds were the soft hum of house music, clanking of glass bottles and your soft, silken cunt colliding with tanned, tattooed skin. Coming undone.

“I’ve been wondering what it feels like…” You huffed with stray hair sticking to your warm skin, hands desperately gripping Daniel’s strong shoulders and pulling yourself from his glistening skin.

“Like what feels like?”

All of this. All of you.

"Fucking you high."

"And?" Daniel asked, eyebrow quirked waiting for the verdict.

"So hot. Maybe too hot."

He hummed in agreement, tongue quickly swiping across his swollen lips, "Probably should be criminal." "I think it still is in some states..." You quipped, earning a genuine laugh from the man below. Enamoured by every thing you do.

Daniel peeled you apart, knees anchored beside his hips while you lined him up between your slick thighs, drenched with the thought of having him filling your tight hole. Finally, you muttered on your descent, feeling every curve, every bump, snug by your walls as you sunk down to his pelvis. A soft bated breath hitched beside your ear, husky and deep when you snapped your punishing hips, painfully perfect in every way. Sighing in synchronicity.

“Don’t tease.”

He loved to say things like that, a taunt for you to do exactly the opposite. A challenge to the finish line, racing for another kind of high – one that didn’t involve filling your lungs with smoke but just as dizzying. Daniel reached for the ashtray sitting on the arm of the lounge beside you, joint securely placed there while he attended to your needs.

And needy you were.

He placed the laxly rolled stick between his slightly parted lips, eyes never leaving yours as he took a drag and watched your neck turn a deep red. He loved you like this, pretty and wrecked because of him. Stealing the pleasure, taking what you wanted, taking over him. All of him, no inch left untouched. He swore he had died and gone to heaven when you snatched the joint from his mouth and placed it between your loose lips, sucking in the high and blowing it back into his face, smirk plastered across blushed cheeks while you watched his eyes close in aroused frustration.

“I’m gonna bust if you do shit like that,” He whispered, barely cracking a smile but you could see it. Subtle and just for you.

“Do it,” You pushed, “Come for me. Come inside me.”

Daniel looked up this time, a wicked laugh slipping past gritted teeth. He was trying to hold on, he was a gentleman after all – even if he was higher than a kite. But you looked like an angel fucking his dick; hands planted on his beating chest, tits bouncing under a shirt that was as sinful as the act itself. Thin and white, pert and fucking glorious. You were something else.

“You don’t want that mess, pretty girl. As much as it kills me to knock back that offer...” Daniel looked like a man tortured. Bitterly disappointed with the words leaving his own mouth as you sat back and rutted on his cock, egging him on just a little further until he grasped your arse in his palm, fingernails digging and making you wince, in pleasure and pain.

“Fine,” You huffed, eyes rolling, “Mouth?”

It was a simple question and it didn’t take long until you were swallowing the answer with teary eyes and the taste of him on your tongue. You loved it, really you did, watching him come undone, uncensored and on your knees – a front row seat. And of course Daniel made sure you got your fix with his mouth almost immediately attached to your cunt, making sure every single last drop was extracted before he came up for air – his stubbled chin glistening with the taste of you.

“You remind me of that INXS song,” He mumbled as you sat tangled together on the beaten up lounge, revelling in the brief silence before facing reality and sinking further into its secret-fuelled depths .

And seemingly into uncharted territory.

“Which one?”

The nest of curls on Daniel’s head brushed against the back of the lounge, smile lazy as he scanned your tired bloodshot eyes, “Need you tonight. You know, the sexy one?”

Your smile was coy, face burning again, “I’m familiar.”

“That’s a bitta’ you, I reckon.” His smirk grew larger the longer he watched you crumble and recoil from his stare, begrudgingly smitten.

It made sense for it to be your song. Steamy, sultry, frisky – sex almost always imminent when you found yourselves alone. Depraved and deprived, a dangerous cocktail of bad judgement. Is it a mistake if it happens more than once? More than a handful of times?

Or worse – what if it never stops?

“We’re cut from the same cloth, me and you,” He whispered, kiss pressed to your temple.

“You're one of my kind."

stay tuned for more one shots & blurbs celebrating the blog hitting 2k followers! thoughts? feelings? let me know! or click for more of my writing #monzamashmasterlist #mm2k

[the-kr8tor]

Hello can you please do a jealous Hobie x reader

Where they were out at a party while at the party reader just happened to see one of her male best friends and they're like in a back room smoking together and Hobbit just happens to walk in to see readers male best friend blowing smoke in her mouth 😊🥰

You don't have to put in the smoking pot if you don't want to 😊😋

Hello hun! Thank you for your request! I changed some things, hope you don't mind!

Some drinking and smoking, a lot of cursing. 1.2k

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You feel lightheaded, the booming music pounds into your skull, coupled with the bright strobe lights, and people screaming over the loud music trying to hear each other, you feel your social battery draining with every clink of glass.

Partying seemed like a good time for the first two hours of being there, but as the night continues on, you just want to go to bed, and wash the smell of cheap beer off of you.

The only good thing about this is spending time with Hobie.

You wince when another screech of a guitar riff booms out of the speakers, you lean towards Hobie's ear, an excuse falling on your lips.

"I'm gonna go to the loo for a bit"

"Sure, love. I'll watch your drink" Hobie moves your pint closer to his while he continues talking to his friend.

You slide off the booth, fixing your shirt. Weaving through the sea of people, you try to avoid crashing into them, the wc sign looks like a beacon, beckoning you for a much needed reprieve.

Suddenly you hear your name getting called, or rather screamed at you. You do a 180 trying to find who called you.

"Here! On your right!"

You're not sure if that was for you, still you looked to your right. Lo and behold you see your old high school mate, peeking behind the doors to the bar's balcony.

"David! Is that you?!" You squint trying to find his distinguishable features.

"Yeah! Get your arse over here!" He opens the door fully for you.

Scrambling towards the door, you try to push past dancers. Finally entering the balcony, your best friend hugs you tightly, slightly lifting you off the floor. You giggle at your reunion.

"Holy shit, duck! Long time no see!" He pulls away, taking a good look at you. "I haven't seen you since graduation! You look fucking fit!"

"Shut it, you arse!" you playfully slap his arm.

"Come, it's quieter over there" he leads you towards the railings, bringing out a fancy case of smokes. "You want a ciggie?" He offers you one. You take it.

You whistle at the fancy engravings on the cigarette case.

"Wow, Daddy dearest is still paying your bills? You daddy's boy" you tease him as he helps you light your cigarette with a matching lighter to the fancy case. "Fucking hell, even the lighter!"

"Shut up! It was a gift!" He teasingly shoves you. "Do you remember when we used to sneak around chain smoking in our attic?"

"Yeah, we almost burned your dad's postcard collection" you laugh at the memory.

"So how're you?"

You two get to talking, exchanging stories, remembering fond memories, until you get to talking about your love life.

"Ooh, little duckie has a man" he jokingly blows smoke on your face.

Meanwhile Hobie leans against the doorway, watching the interaction. He got worried when you didn't come back to the table. Basically searching the entire bar, he finally found you cozying up to an unknown man.

See Hobie isn't usually a jealous person, whenever someone flirts with you, while he's sidled up close to you, egging them on.

"Can I have that drink too?"

"Oh shit, look at that black card, you're loaded bruv"

"She has two left feet, I'm available though"

"Mate, you like the Ramones too? What's your favourite song?"

"Oof, nice shoes bruv"

He does this because he trusts you fully, at the end of the day, he's the one who goes home with you. Of course whenever someone gets a little too touchy, or invades your personal space, he jumps to being protective. If they don't let up, he's more than ready to square up.

When he sees the blond blowing smoke on your face as you giggle, it's the same smile you give him, he sees the man lightly push your shoulder. Something snaps at him, his ears ring, he didn't even catch what the man said.

Hobie stomps towards you, not noticing him, you continue on smiling and talking to your friend.

Feeling a familiar arm snaking around your waist, you look towards Hobie, His eyes glare angrily at your friend, a dark aura emanates from him.

Hobie's knuckles shake as he clenches it tighter, he's ready to strike.

Noticing his emotion, you quickly try to douse his anger, but he opens his mouth before you.

"Who the fuck are you?" He holds on to your waist tighter "and why the fuck are you flirting with her?"

Some nosy people start looking towards your way. You try to speak up, but again David beats you to it.

"I'm guessing this is your man? I'm David a –"

"Fuck off, David" he barks out "stay the fuck away" he angrily points at your friend.

David gestures in surrender "alright, mate, calm down, she's all yours" Hobie already turned his back away. David winks at you, thank god, Hobie didn't catch that.

Hobie guides you by your hand, you try to explain but he couldn't hear you through the blaring music.

He brings you outside, Hobie heads towards an alley, you follow closely behind, trying to get his attention.

"Hobie! Will you stop?"

Hobie kicks an abandoned box, sending it flying across the alley.

"Shit, I'm sorry" he breathes heavily, his left eye twitches. "Fuck, you okay?" Hobie finally turns towards you.

"Yeah, are you okay? I've never seen you so angry" you cross the gap between you, you tentatively try to hold him. "Just breathe" your hands hover over his arms.

He takes a deep breath, slowly calming down. Hobie pinches the space between his eyes.

"Better?" You rub his arms lovingly.

"Yeah" he avoids your eyes, his eyebrows still knit together in anger.

You can finally explain everything "Hey, David's a close friend of mine since highschool, trust me you don't have to worry about him" you hug his torso.

"I'm not jealous"

"Sure, of course not" you cup his jaw, he finally looks you in the eye.

"I'm not bloody jealous" he huffs, looping his fingers through the belt loop of your jeans, bringing you closer to him.

"I know" you placate him "but hypothetically if you were, you don't have to worry, you're it for me, babe"

You move your hands over his neck, guiding him down towards your face. "Whether it's an old friend, or some stranger, know that they'll never replace you in my life, I love you Hobie Brown, never forget that"

Hobie looks into your eyes, searching for an ounce of dishonesty, he found none, except for love and affection towards him.

He drops his forehead on yours, savoring all the love that oozes out of you. You close your eyes as you rub circles over his neck, trying to ease the tension folded into his muscles.

"Love you too. let's go home, yeah?" He reluctantly pulls away, holding your gaze.

You nod enthusiastically, "does that love extend to apologizing to David?" You ask, testing the waters.

Hobie tilts his head, with a slight glare, non verbally saying 'why would I do that?'

Understanding what he means, you continue "I invited him to lunch tomorrow" you smile, gauging his reaction.

Hobie drops his head on your shoulder with a slight thump, he groans, realizing he needs to make peace with your friend.

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Hope you liked it angel! Thank you again for requesting, and for being patient ❤️❤️❤️

[no-stupid-questions-official]

Do other people actually not use pots for cooking ever again if they have used them before for an unsanitary reason (eg bathing a small dirty animal). I just see comments like „I hope they’re not using that pot for cooking 🤢“ under such videos and lm wondering is it actually a problem if the pot was used for something like that if you then washed it?

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[sandyseagullsip]

Angsty Ghost HCs

Warnings: PTSD, X Reader, MWIII Canon, Minor-ish violence, probably other stuff I forgot about and let me know if its a big important no-no (from, little miss write but don't read angst)

The order is more scrambled than eggs, so I apologize lol.

Simon Riley who won't let you leave the house without him or telling him where because he's scared you won't come back.

Simon Riley that apologizes profusely for grabbing you (arm, neck, closest body part) if you creep up on him.

Simon Riley who doesn't react well to sudden loud noises (eg. dropping pots/pans, slamming doors, and the like).

Simon Riley who is getting better at being woken up by you if you wake up first, but goes into fight or flight if you grab his arms or shoulders while he's unconscious.

Simon Riley who won't let you touch the photo of his best friend he keeps on his nightstand.

"'S all o' Johnny I have left."

Simon Riley who installs cameras around the house, because he's afraid someone will come after you.

Simon Riley who doesn't tell the team about you.

"Th' people closes' t' you can hurt y' the most, love."

Simon Riley who tries not to be overprotective of you because all he cares about is keeping you alive.

Simon Riley who craves to be touched and loved but is closed off due to his fear of being hurt.

Simon Riley who came home from the mission that killed Johnny; He refused to talk to you and slept in the guest room.

Simon Riley who doesn't let out his emotions because someone could use them against him.

Simon Riley who doesn't talk about Johnny anymore after his death.

Simon Riley who won't let you play music too loud around the house because what if he doesn't hear someone breaking in and harming you???

Simon Riley who is terrified if he wakes up and you're not in bed.

Simon Riley who is scared to have kids because he doesn't want to be like his father.

Simon Riley who is scared you'll leave him because he doesn't think you understand the reasons behind his actions.

Simon Riley who still tries to be the best partner he can be.

[unification]

my first post about why dxm works as a treatment for pots is sort of embarrassing to read now because there is a lot that i missed. but? my motivation is restored and i'm out here writing this longform thing rest assured. TLDR yes we are at an increased chance of neurodegenerative disorders down the line and yes there are things that can be done now to mitigate this (NMDA receptor antagonists eg dxm). but i don't know how much of an impact my cyp2d6 deficiency has on the effectiveness. and NMDA receptor antagonists are horrible if taken in high doses or with high frequency i don't want people to think thats what i'm saying they should do

[greetingfromthedead]

Patchwork Holiday (Wolfwood x GN!Reader)

Plot: You lend a hand in getting Hopeland's community center ready for the annual holiday celebration. It is a crock pot of old and new traditions and Wolfwood has dragged something horrendous down from the attic to be lovingly decorated. Rating: E Tags: No use of "Y/N", Established Relationship, Fluff, Festive Cheer, Holiday Traditions, Christmas Tree Decorating, Banter, Bickering, Gentle Wolfwood, Playfulness, Physical Tenderness, Shoulder Ride, Mistletoe, Shenanigans, Kissing Word count: 2.5k

"What is this hideous thing?" you ask loudly as you stare at the large triangular monstrosity towering over you. It is scraggly with weirdly bent green appendages reaching out from a center post.

"Sweetheart, that is a tree," Wolfwood says calmly, but with very clear amusement, as he carries another stack of boxes into the room.

"That thing is a tree?" Your outrage grows as you turn to him in disbelief. "You mean to tell me that some lunatics are paying millions to have this ugly things? I know trees are rare and all, but are they worth the effort if they are going to look like a cat that has gone through the digestive tract of a worm?"

To your great dismay, Wolfwood lets out a laugh. He sets the stack of boxes on the cushion of an armchair before stepping over to you. With one practiced motion, his arm reaches around you, holding you by your waist to pull you closer, hip to hip.

"I say we sell this abomination and live comfortably ever after," you suggest, looking up at Wolfwood's stupid grinning face.

"Doll, that is a fake tree. Even if we could sell the community center's tree, we would not be set for life, I'm afraid," he chuckles and only gets egged on by the expression on your face. "Why are you looking like that?"

"I mean, if it is fake, why make it look like an old bottle brush?" You grumble, hiding your eyes by looking down at the floor.

"Darling, you gotta give it a chance!" He laughs even harder than before. He steps closer to the large thing he dragged down from the dusty attic earlier and starts to straighten out the fuzzy appendages that have been squished into strange angles. He bends the branches and fluffs out the bristles until the stem starts to look presentable. "See?"

"I guess…" you admit reluctantly and stand beside him to lend a hand. "Remind me again why we're doing this?"

"The holidays are around the corner?" Wolfwood sounds confused as he peeks over to you.

"Yes, of course, but I mean not everyone has a jumbo-sized pipe cleaner in their house, and I thought we were just supposed to help with some renovations? I understand you know the owner?"

"Well, the renovations were part of this. Every year there is a big party here for the holidays. Local musicians play festive tunes, and craftsmen and traders set up their stalls. Everyone comes by this place. The children from the orphanage especially look forward to this. Each year they put on a play for the entire community." He smiles as he speaks. It's not his regular sly grin, but instead it is soft and gentle. "I guess it's not very common to have a fake bristly tree these days, but it has become a part of the Hopeland holiday cheer along with so many other old and new traditions people bring. From the stories I've been told, this holiday is very, very old; even on Earth it was old. People had different names for it and different customs and different reasons to celebrate. I doubt there is anyone here who could tell us any details from that time, but to me it doesn't matter."

"You love the holidays, don't you, hun?" You swing your hip into him, making him stagger to the side.

"Of course! Food and drinks! Traders with interesting goods!" he boasts, reaching up to fluff another branch. "Only the best time of the year."

"Liar, liar, pants on fire!" you sing, seeing through his facade.

"Alright, alright! I love seeing the children so happy! Everyone looks happy. One special time of the year to take a moment and come together for reasons other than to chase criminals out of town!" he laughs.

"Big softy!" you mutter with amusement while straightening out another branch.

"Hey! Keep your voice down! Don't tell anyone else!" He turns to you with a mischievous grin, and you have the good sense to jump away before he can grab you with his first attempt. "Let's keep this our little secret," he says and manages to grab your waist with one hand and your wrist with the other. He pulls you to him and tilts you back so far that you're parallel to the floor, only kept up by his strong arms. You try to twist loose, but he is too persistent, and he only laughs at your protest of his sudden affections.

"Okay! I won't tell anyone just how mushy you can be!" You exclaim, and Wolfwood pulls you up again. He leaves you dizzy as he gently releases your hand to turn back to where he left off, a satisfied smile lingering on his face. "Lunatic!"

"Better watch out, Doll, or I will put you as the tree topper!" He threatens with a grin, but there is a hint of truth in his voice. "Don't tempt me."

With more playful bickering, you work on making the monstrosity that started out bent and shaggy look full and lush. There is beauty to it; even the imperfections add character. You would take your earlier words of calling it ugly back, but you know you wouldn't hear the end of it from Wolfwood if you did.

"Moving on!" he announces loudly, and you turn around to look at him pulling a tangled string of lights from a box. As he notices the mess, he sighs and mutters under his breath, the initial enthusiasm gone. "Oh no."

With a chuckle you step to him, gently taking one end of the fairy lights, and begin to help him untangle the mess. Wolfwood's face is crumpled with focus and determination as he works on taking the lights carefully out of the box. Step by step, you loop and unhook the bulbs from one another, stretching the cable out across the room until it is finally free of knots.

"Hey! Good job, Doll!" He cheers you on as you return to him, rolling the lights up into a careful bundle that is less likely to get tangled. "Let's get these wrapped around the tree!"

Excitement blooms in your chest with each revolution you make around the tree. You carry the lights, giving slack as needed for Wolfwood to carefully place them on the branches. You occasionally adjust the lights to make sure they are evenly spaced, but more than anything, you keep your eyes on the man you love. He looks more at peace than he has in a long time. He happily reaches to the highest of branches to make sure the bulbs grace them, and you can't help but smile at how content he looks. Even if the lights were turned on, you doubt they would shine as brightly as the spark in his eyes.

Even Wolfwood has to stand on his tiptoes to push the very end of the string of lights against the branches at the top of the tree, leaving you to look on with amusement and slight worry of him toppling over. He has ditched his suit jacket for maximum stretching abilities, leaving him only in the halfway unbuttoned dress shirt. It certainly is a view to be enjoyed.

"Go on, choose a box!" Wolfwood says joyfully and nods towards the stack he brought down earlier. His tone shifts to a lower, more playful one as he sees your hesitation. "Or are you too scared to see what's inside?"

"What would I be scared of with your big dumb ass around?" you reply with a smirk, taking a long step closer to the armchair with the stacked boxes.

You lift them off each other, scattering them on the second chair and a little table; a few you place on the floor. Only then do you peek inside to see colorful and shiny glass balls and figurines inside, each carefully padded with tissue paper. They glint in the dimming evening light that pours from a window. They are unlike anything else. Wide-eyed and enchanted, you take the lid off completely, revealing the different shapes and sizes of the delicate glass objects inside. The beauty is breathtaking, making you shift from one box to the next, unveiling what lies within. More and more ornaments come to light. There are see-through baubles, shimmering stars, and intricate painted figures. But there are also boxes filled with paper garlands and child-sized hand prints made out of clay. It's a mix of both the elaborate and the simple, each one holding its own unique charm.

"We gotta hang all of them on the tree. So, where shall we start?" Wolfwood bows over you with his hands in his pockets, peeking over your shoulder as you squat next to a box on the floor.

"This one," you answer, looking up at him, holding on to the box filled with decorations made by the children of Hopeland.

He grins his wide, stupid smile, the one that makes him look like a know-it-all. As if he knew exactly which box you would choose. He straightens up to give you space to get up with the box. Carefully you put it on a chair close to the tree for easier access and pick out a paper garland. Wolfwood takes hold of the other end, and together you begin to wrap the tree with interlinked paper hoops and little people holding hands. One by one, the hand prints find their spots, and when that box is empty, you pick the next. Layer by layer, the tree gets fuller, the fragile glass bulbs filling in the spaces between the clay decorations. They mix into one beautiful and slightly messy-looking masterpiece.

Most of the top branches are decorated by Wolfwood, as you can't really reach them, but he seems distracted, continuously glancing over to you, watching as you blissfully pick the perfect spot for every ornament. The resulting mess of the higher branches catches your attention, and you drag a chair closer to fix it. Not so much to correct Wolfwood's style, but to make sure none of the precious ornaments would fall off. You take special care of each one, still struggling to reach even with the boost to your height. You stand on the very edge, teetering a bit dangerously when suddenly you feel your knees buckle and your footing disappears. You fall backwards, only for your butt to land on a strong upper back. Wolfwood holds on to your legs that tangle over his shoulders, and instinctively you grab hold of his messy hair on top of his head that pokes up from between your thighs. He laughs loudly, with his whole chest rumbling against your skin.

"Try now, Doll!" he says as he steps closer to the tree than the chair could, amusement clear in his voice.

With Wolfwood carrying you on his shoulders, you can reach with no problems. Carefully you make sure the ornaments are safe, occasionally dishing out instructions for your lover to pick up some other decorations to hand you. He walks back and forth between the boxes and the tree, never complaining and always keeping at least one hand securely on your leg.

"Just one more thing, Angel!" he says cheerfully as the boxes have become empty.

"Yes, love?" You turn your chin down to look at him.

"No, no. The angel!" He grins and reaches up a white, feathery tree topper.

"Oooooh!" The realization hits you, but you aren't entirely sure if it was an intentional stab or not.

You take the figure from his hand and reach it up to settle it into its spot on the very tippy top of the triangular tree.

With every single ornament hung, Wolfwood puts you back on the ground, and together you pack up the boxes, leaving them in a neat pile by the door to be carried away later. Wolfwood waits by the tree as you almost skip back to him, barely able to contain yourself. It has gotten dark in the room, just a dim glow from the window illuminating your way, but your eyes have gotten so used to it that you barely notice. The tree looms as a dark shadow, and you make a detour to the plug that lays on the floor. You push the plug into the wall and suddenly the whole room floods with brilliant light.

A gasp escapes your lungs as you turn your head to look at the lit-up tree. Quickly you scramble up to take a few steps back so you could fully take in the magic of your handiwork. Your heart swells as you see the lights shining back from every glass bauble. Every shimmery surface gleams in the soft glow of the lights. It is gorgeous, a far cry from the shaggy green monstrosity you started off with.

You hear Wolfwood step closer as you remain nailed to the spot, too enamored by the view in front of you to move. He stands behind you, one of his hands landing on your hip to keep you close.

"Gorgeous," he says softly, and you turn your head to look up at him with a smile, only to find him already looking at you, his eyes filled with adoration. You realize he has his other arm up above his head, and as you follow it with your gaze, you see him holding something bushy and green, tied up with a red ribbon.

"Is that a mistletoe?" you ask, the smile on your face getting even wider by some miracle.

"It is indeed," he grins knowingly. "You know what that means."

"I do!" you respond while turning around, resting your hands on his chest, feeling his heart beat fast under your palm. The hand on your hip shifts to curl around your lower back, pulling you against him. Wolfwood leans closer, his movement slow and deliberate, enjoying the love that feels so thick in the air around you. He presses his lips to yours, a gentle brush of his mouth while he still holds the mistletoe above your heads. Another lingering shift, a small peck of his lips. Your hands stroke upward to wrap around his neck. The moment feels like a dream. Just the two of you, sharing an embrace and a kiss under the soft glow of the tree's lights.

The touch of his lips starts to linger longer and longer, soon turning into your mouths dancing in perfect harmony, and the hand that held the branch gently lands on your back. His strong arms keep you close, his hug reassuring and filled with longing. You feel yourself melting into his embrace, never wanting this moment to end. By the time he turns his head to shift his lips to your ear, you are gasping for air, your chest filled with joy and excitement.

"Happy holidays, my love!" he whispers before burying his face against your neck and planting a soft kiss there.

"You too, darling!"

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[valehour]

god Elden ring really fucking underuses it's "travelling companion" mechanic- that is, the coterie you carry around and can talk to at sites of grace, it feels a real shame especially that like, Melina can't actually comment on anything in SOTE, since the game doesn't actually care if she's alive or not. I was fond of our little chats, feels very fundamentally different vs talking to a quest NPC. One of the several things that I think could've really made Elden ring better is having more girlies (and boys I suppose) to talk to. there's like Melina, and there's Ranni's miniature doll. there was apparently gonna be a mimic tear you ingested for some inscrutable reason, but that got cut.

SOTE specifically having a hornsent travelling companion to balance out the deeper and more sympathetic look into Marika's character, and mitigate at least some "Marika did nothing wrong" bullshit. I think it'd be really really interesting to just kinda get more lore and stories and worldbuilding because different sites of grace have different NPCs talking about something they find interesting, not just for the land of shadow, but for literally any/every area, I think it'd go a long way to resolve the inherent tension of copying previous souls games of "the world is fucked." and the small mountain of evidence that some form of civilisation clearly still exists and is functional (eg the sacks, barrels, and pots you see in every army camp despite a complete lack of anyone or anything that could conceivably make and fill them, or how the kitchens of both the fortified manor and Roundtable hold are fully stocked with vegetables and meats, despite neither keeping for all that long, implying at least a need (or at least desire?) to eat on behalf of Tarnished and Lordsworns).

I like the idea of somehow we could just carry Boc around with us, and that's how we learn to edit garbs- rather than apparently doing it ourselves for 500 runes making our Personal Seamster kind of more awkward to use than just doing it yourself. I think it'd be interesting to see what say, a Limgraver thinks of Liurnia, or what Liurnians might think of the ruins of the gatetown, the albinaurics, the knights of the cuckoo, the Carians). I think it'd be cool that as become closer to our objective of Elden Lord, we accumulate our little court and travelling group, even if for technical/balancing reasons we can only summon them at sites of grace like Melina, and they're otherwise nonexistent outside of summoning signs otherwise. (I mean hell, Ranni can do it with her Vassals) I think it could give a real insight into how people Live(d) in the lands between, as a very potent contrast to the constant Apocalyptia and ruin we see around us, a way to understand the Lands Between's world state aside from the stuff slapped down to provide content outside legacy dungeons.

[knightochan-official]

So I've been getting lots of asks like this ever since I got into my argument with @aokozaki and the other side of the "theyfab discourse", who's also been getting lots of really fucking stupid asks that, as far as I can tell, are posing as both sides of the Discourse (tm).

Now I'm not a big blog, so I obviously get proportionately less of these asks, but it's very suspicious. There are a lot of vague claims and hateful generalized insults flying into my askbox, at the same time that transfeminine people are being mass-pestered about "supporting transmisogyny."

I don't know who you are but if you're sincere, please log off and do literally anything else. Stirring the pot anonymously in other tumblrs' accounts isn't going to lead to people stop being "spineless assholes" and regardless of my personal feelings these are still friends of friends you're talking shit about.

But to be honest? I'm starting to think something's going on here. This is terminology that no one in my circle knew about but generally accepted as rude when they first heard about it, that overnight became the most widespread and pressing social poison plaguing the trans community.

People are being positioned as transmisogynist for thinking a word is rude, other people are being led into actual serious transmisogynist lines of reasoning. Make no mistake that without transmisogyny, there would be nothing to exploit, this discourse is rooted in transmisogynistic stereotypes of politically aggressive, "4chan-coded" trans people, but the fact that there are so many anonymous posters consistently portraying this hateful stereotype is deeply suspicious to me.

If you're getting asks about this debate or whatever I'd strongly just advise disengaging and blocking whoever sends them. Someone or someones are really insistent on poisoning the well, even if it's not this anon specifically, and is really dedicated to egging on sincerely concerned trans feminists and making people who highlight transmisogyny look bad in the absence of that.