#but there are things you can't be protected from

[petalbcrnes]

✴ ‎ ❝ 𝓙𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 headcanons ❞

── SYNOPSIS: what is 𝓙𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐃 like when he’s jealous?

── 💬 a/n: finally wrote smút again,, anywho i’ve had this hcs idea stored in the back of my head for some time and here we are ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

⋮ ⌗ DIRECTORY .ᐟ.ᐟ

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 ⠀. ᰋ ..

𝓢𝐅𝐖 ₊˚⊹

Jason is a man who has clawed to keep anything resembling tenderness in his life. He tries to keep anything soft and comforting to him close and away from prying eyes.

One of those things is you—you with your saccharine sweet words and smile, one you direct at him. Delicate hands you use to softly touch him and cup his cheeks as if he is deserving of it. You walk with him with hands intertwined and leaning into him, and he can't help getting addicted to that sweetness.

God forbid someone threatens the sanctuary he has found with you. It could be someone looking at you for a longer time than the norm. Or someone grazing you with their touch. Or them trying to make you laugh with jokes that seem a little too forced.

It's not as if Jason will use force right then and there. There's no overflowing feeling of anger there at first.

The first thing he feels is actually fear. Insecurities fire awake, and then that turns into a churning feeling of jealousy.

He'll make his way over to you, wherever you are. He'll wrap an arm protectively around you. His hand slowly drifts from your shoulders to your lower back, and you can feel him sink into your skin through the fabric.

Through a tense smile, he'll look at you, already feeling your presence soften him. "You alright, babe?" He'll put emphasis on the pet name and relish in the way the person's face morphs into a frown.

Though he quickly forgets them and sinks into your hold like a koala. You could tease him for it if you want to see him even more frustrated and flustered.

You could push him, and the patience he has might run out.

𝓝 𝐒𝐅𝐖 ₊˚⊹

When you two get home, Jason's not even waiting for you to lay down your belongings. He already has his hands pawing at your clothed skin, desperate and wanting more.

He'll break the contact once every few seconds to beg you to say you're his: "All of you, you're mine, right?" It starts off with a tone that borders on a whine, and then it slowly changes.

He would kiss you breathless. It's sloppy, teeth clashing into each other. It's desperate more than anything else. He wants and more so needs to prove that the two of you only belong to each other.

After getting your consent to do so, he has you thrown over his shoulder, already heading for the bedroom.

He has you mewling while his head rests between your legs like it's heaven. He eats like a man starved, chin drenched in your slick, even moaning into your cunt. He'll flick your puffy clit every second to feel you twitch in his hold.

He has his hands gripping your thighs. He'll encourage you to try and close them, feeling the soft skin around his head just eggs him on to devour you even more.

After he has you dizzy with pleasure just from his tongue, he climbs on top of you, and you realize he's not done with you yet.

He'll have you repeating his name over and over, asking him to finally bring you to that edge; the pleas escape your tongue so easily.

He could never say no to you.

Plus, the way you beckon him by wrapping your legs around his hips and lower back, bringing him closer to your weeping cunt, has him already seeing stars.

And when he finally feels your velvet warm walls wrap around his cock—Jason swears he can see galaxies under his eyelids.

Grunts, moans, and whines. He's more vocal than normally. The room sounds and smells like sex.

He thrusts into you like he's been pulled away from your cunt for months.

After the mind numbing climax, Jason will melt into you. He'll lay on top of you like a blanket. He'll hide his blushing face in the crook of your neck, only now realizing how desperate he'd been.

Though you couldn't really complain, and neither could he.

♥︎ . .. ♥︎ .. ♥︎

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[apricustar]

there's something really important in the way buck grieves in 8x16 that feels like it's being misunderstood. i keep seeing people say he was emotionless--that oliver himself gave us nothing--but i think that silence was the performance; that was the choice-- one made as protection.

last episode, we saw him collapse--on the ground wailing, can't hold himself up, can't draw a breath that doesn't feel like it's tearing him up inside. that was raw, unfiltered. that was what happens when the grief and disbelief hit before he had time to build the walls we see in this episode.

beyond an i love you, bobby's last words to buck were that the team was going to need him. and bobby's words have always carried a significant weight for buck, but these being the last? they clearly landed like a mission. a burden. a plea.

so what we get in 8x16 isn't a lack of emotion--its a man white-knuckling his way through unbearable loss because that's what he thinks he has to do in order to live up to what bobby asked of him. it's buck burying his own grief so deep he won't accidentally spill it on the people around him. it's him becoming that steady presence-- the one bobby said they need--even if it means locking away every part of himself. all the too-sharp edges of his own feelings, all the things he knows might take him under again.

because if he lets go for even a second? i truly think he worries he'll end up back on the ground again: helpless unable to fix or do anything.

oliver didn't give us 'nothing'. he gave us stillness. he gave us restraint. he's carefully calibrated, holding his breath, his posture, holding himself--because he knows if he slips, he might not come back from it. he's holding grief in his throat like it might choke him if he swallows wrong. he's trying to be what the team needs while neglecting what he needs. and it's devastating.

and it's all there if you look at him: the way buck's jaw clenches at times; minute changes to his expression before he smooths it over into careful neutrality; the way his every word feels deliberate and weighted, like he's rolled all them around in his mouth first before he speaks. nothing is effortless, everything is held.

it was heartbreaking to see. and i cant imagine how much more heartbreaking it will be when he finally breaks and lets go.

[holeynightsky]

first of all you're right and you should say it louder.

second thats one of those things that shows just HOW good Suzanne Collins is at what she does, and from a writing perspective, it drives me a little bit insane. one of my biggest pet peeves in books is when a characters ability to judge a situation or pull off a task fluctuates wildly for no reason other than "the plot needs to happen". characters can have good days and bad days, flaws and skills, but a character who can kick ass in a sword fight on one page shouldn't insta-fail a duel against the same kind of opponent one page later just for ~the story to happen~.

why are you bringing us on this tangent, you ask? because it might seem like this is what Collins is doing here, but shes actually pulling off something way more clever. Katniss's ability to read people's motivations and double meanings is great with Haymitch (who she has the most in common with), decent with the other tributes from catching fire(who tend to see the world in similar ways), even pretty good with Snow! but with Peeta, she is reliably lost--not just because it makes for a compelling story, but because his motivations and ways of seeing the world are so fundamentally different from hers that they may as well be speaking two different languages. it's why Peeta feels blindsided when Katniss and Haymitch work together, and why Katniss feels the same about the other two.

Katniss is a very grounded and realistic character, understandably pessimistic about her situation. Springing the love story or the pregnancy story on her feels insane from her perspective because she is not driven by romantic stories with happily ever afters, so not only does that never occur to her as an option in the first place, she has to actively seek to understand what they're doing and still doubts it will have any effect. On the opposite end, Peeta's radical faith in human nature means he doesn't have any reason to guess at the kiss = broth equation H & K have going on. To him, if he was an audience member, the love story would be more than enough to win sympathy. Why would there need to be a transactional element? Either people in the capital care, or they don't; either he and/or katniss will survive, or they won't.

And you can see this follow through the later books, too! Even before the capital fucks with his head, Peeta and Katniss take completely opposite approaches to problem solving, which often generates friction between them. Peeta tends to have this wonderfully defiant hope not that everyone is good, but that enough people can make enough good choices to get them through alive; he seeks allies and diplomacy and quiet endurance.

Katniss values independence almost to a fault: if she can't fix the problem, other people she relies on (Rue, her father, the fellow tributes, and then Peeta) may be ripped away leaving her even more vulnerable. She'd rather protect herself and use any and all resources she can hunt, barter, or buy and the skills she has developed to get herself out of danger--which is why she chafes both during the politics of Catching Fire and the mascot-era of Mockingjay. The problem is too big or complex for her to fight it directly or run and hide--so she winds up forced to depend on others, who will inevitably fail or disappear, because everyone is a victim of the constantly grinding machine the Capital represents.

anyway tldr: yes op is so correct and also this is very much on purpose, to showcase just how differently katniss and peeta view the world and how that creates barriers to working together!

Re reading the original hunger games is so funny bcus katniss can literally read haymitch's mind like what. I'm dying of thirst but haymitch hasn't sent me water, that must mean that there's some nearby!! And one kiss is one pot of broth!! Like she even acknowledges that it's strange when she's like oh to peeta this would just be a pot of broth. Haymitch will give her one look and katniss knows immediately what he means and she's right every time

Meanwhile peeta is like your dress really suits you and you look nice :) and katniss is like he's trying to kill me

[quokkareactions]

Random attractive things they do: SKZ

Chan: Wearing a suit

He emerged annoyed from your room struggling with his tie.

"I thought I knew how to tie these things"

You chuckled and waved him to yourself.

"These are some talented hands you have. I'm surprised there's anything they can't do"

"Very funny" he rolled his eyes.

"I wasn't being funny... And done"

He pecked your lips and went for the front door.

"Thanks, baby. I'll be back in a few hours"

"Have fun, handsome!"

Minho: Taking charge during plans

"Don't worry about dinner tonight" he said, grabbing his car keys. "I've got it all figured out"

You raised your eyebrows.

"Oh really? Care to share the plan?"

"Not a chance" he replied with a grin. "You'll see"

He drove you to a cozy little restaurant you've never been before, complete with a view of the city lights. It wasn't extravagant, but the effort he put into surprising you in itself was enough to make you melt.

Changbin: Rolling up their sleeves

You watched as he leaned over the kitchen counter, rolling up his sleeves before starting to chop vegetables. The casual movement exposed his forearms, the slight flex of muscle catching your attention. He glanced up, finding you staring.

"What?" he asked, smirking as he kept chopping.

"Nothing" you replied, cheeks flushing "Just... You look good doing that"

He laughed shaking his head, but you could tell he was pleased. For the rest of the night you couldn't stop glancing at those rolled up sleeves and the effortless confidence they added to his demeanour.

Hyunjin: Driving with confidence

The way he handled the car was mesmerising. One hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gearshift, his focus steady but relaxed. You couldn't help but stare.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer"

"Oh no need, this is already etched into my brain" you answered with a teasing smile.

"So this is why you never drive"

"No, I simply suck at driving... You looking hella fine is just an added bonus" you shrugged.

Jisung: Giving genuine compliments

"You know, you’re amazing at what you do" he said out of nowhere as you were walking through the park. You turned to look at him, surprised.

"What brought that on?" you asked, smiling.

"I just realized I don’t tell you enough" he said, hands in his pockets. "The way you handle things with so much passion... It’s inspiring."

Your heart skipped a beat at his sincerity. It wasn’t just the words; it was the way he said them, like he genuinely admired you. That moment stayed with you, a quiet reminder of how much he appreciates you.

Felix: Being good with kids

You were at your nephew's birthday pool party and Felix was in the pool, splashing around ith the kids. After watching them for a while, you leaned back on your sunbed, closing your eyes and enjoying the sun. When the sunlight unexpectedly dissappeared, you opened one eye to glance at the shadow.

"What's gotten you so smiley?" he inquired with a lovestruck grin.

"You..." you confessed while madly blushing "You're really good with kids"

He smiled and leaned down to kiss the top of your head before returning to the pool.

Seungmin: Pulling you close in crowded places

The street was packed with people, and you were struggling to keep up. Without saying a word, he reached for your hand and gently pulled you closer, his arm wrapping protectively around your shoulder.

"Better?"

"Much better"

He didn't let go until you were out of the crowd, and even then you didn't want him to.

Jeongin: Casual stretching

He was sitting on the couch when he suddenly leaned back, stretching his arms over his head with a groan. His shirt lifted slightly, revealing a hint of toned abs. You tried not to stare but couldn't help yourself.

"Everything okay over there?" he asked catching your gaze.

"Uh, yeah" you replied, quickly looking away, cheeks burning.

He smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction and stretching once again, just to tease you.

[dandylovesturtles]

for Whumpay 2025 Day 1: Used as a Weapon (credit @whumpay )

cw: forced violence against a minor by their parent

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The arena shakes with the roar of the crowd; there's foot stomping and chants and jeers. It's a sound he'd always wanted to hear again - now it's a terrible, awful dirge.

She's smiling, somewhere up above him; he can't see it, but he knows. He'd wanted to see that smile again - now it turns his stomach.

"Dad, hey!" Blue appears in front of him, hands held up, palms out. "I dunno what she did to you, but just hang in there until we- whoa!"

Blue only just manages to dodge, rolling away at the last second, and the ground is left cratered in the wake of Splinter's kick. His heart's beating fast; Blue's speed saved him this time, but what if next time...

"Jeez, is this because we forgot about Father's Day?" Blue calls, dancing back. "Let's just talk this out!"

Stop goofing around and get out of here! he wants to say, but not even his mouth is his own anymore. He launches another attack at Blue, this time a punch; it's just barely blocked by Red, his ninpo flared to intercept and protect his brother.

"We don't wanna hurt you, Pops!" he grunts, braced to hold Splinter back. In other circumstances, Splinter would have scoffed at that. As if they could! He's not that old yet!

He hopes, right now, that he's wrong about that.

"Yeah, I don't think the power of family and love is going to break this one!" calls Blue from behind Red. "Let's just tie him down and then get Big Mama to reverse this stupid thing!"

"On it!" calls Orange - an obvious mistake, because now Splinter can anticipate the chains as they start to wrap around his body. He's quick to catch them on his forearms, letting them wrap around twice before he grips them with his hands and yanks, sending Orange sailing overhead and into Red with a collective oof.

Blue tosses one of his katana, disappearing in a flash and reappearing just to Splinter's side. He aims a kick, but Splinter blocks the blow, and the next, and the next.

"Augh!" Blue grits his teeth in frustration. "Where's cake and milk when you need it!?"

Just run from me! he tries to yell. Get out of here! Leave me behind!

But he can't say anything. And part of him knows, even if he could, the boys wouldn't obey. They never listen to their father.

For a few more seconds, it's only himself and Blue trading blows, and while he tries not to think it, it's too ingrained in him - Blue is the distraction while the others regroup. And that means, any moment now-

Blue's eyes flicker only for an instant, off Splinter and onto something over his shoulder.

Splinter tries, with all his might, not to turn his body. But it turns anyway.

It's his tail that does it, whip fast and three times as powerful. It catches its mark before Splinter has even fully rotated - there's the sharp smack of flesh on flesh, and he can just feel something crack.

He finishes his turn.

Purple is standing there, blood dripping from his nose and face. He drops his bo staff, the purple light of one of his weapons flickering away as it hits the ground. He puts his hands to his face, eyes meeting Splinter's, wide and watery with shock and pain.

It's a relief when Red slams him into the arena wall.

[hedwig221b]

On the topic of OG Hale pack fics, any super good sterek ones that really focus on Stiles and the pack but have the flavor of your Derek? I love your Sterek fics but man I'm always sad the Hale Pack doesn't feature more prominently. (Og hales being derek, boyd, erica, issac, jackson, and peter.)

yk you should really ask the op @homemadesterekpie since she actually wrote that beautiful post

Stop Crossing Oceans by greenleaf

"There are no absolutes, Scott! No hard rights or hard wrongs! The world doesn’t fucking work that way and we can’t afford to think like that, because people are going to die! We signed up for that the moment we got involved with all this!” “We? We?” Scott hisses. “Don’t you think you? Don’t forget that you’re the one who dragged us into that forest the night it all started, Stiles. So if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s yours.” Something inside Stiles cracks, so strong and so deep that he practically hears it.

My Mother Told Me by Renmackree

Stiles joined the Emissary program to help Alpha wolves settle into their new roles and to follow in his mother’s footsteps. She had always told him he was destined to run with the wolves, but he thought she meant Scott and his pack. Instead, Stiles finds himself sent to Thingvallavatn, Iceland, with Alpha Derek Hale. It's clear the Alpha is hiding a part of him that Stiles can’t reach, but when a monster comes to threaten the pack, it’s always great to have someone in your corner with a little mischief up their sleeve

Choice by Omni

Derek knows what it feels like to not really have a choice, what it's like to be manipulated. He'd never take away someone's right to choose freely. The fear of even accidentally doing so is enough to hold him back from acting on his own feelings. Stiles has never had a problem making his own choices, and fuck anyone who would try to tell him he can't. (Or: Stiles gets bitten by a different alpha, but of course would prefer to have Derek as his alpha. And also just, you know, have Derek.)

The Comfort of Coming Down by MadcapRomantic

Stiles isn't the only human in the pack, but, more often than not, he's the most vulnerable.

Derek Didn't Know What To Do But Maybe Stiles Did by tiedtogetherwithadagger

He let his head fall onto Stiles’ shoulder with a sigh of relief. He wasn't losing his pack, at least not tonight. Erica would be okay. “Thank you,” Derek exhaled into Stiles’ hoodie. “Always,” Stiles said.

The Human of the Pack by smilingbuckley

Slowly, Derek's pack starts to act nice to Stiles and accept him in the pack after Scott basically abandoned him to have his secret moments with Allison.

The Boy Who Tamed the Sourwolf by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle

Stiles is used to being second tier in everyone's life. How easily people forget him and move on to bigger and better things. Used to always being in someone's shadow. Leave it to Derek Hale to shatter those expectations.

Go Away, Scott by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

After the incident at the warehouse, Stiles is fed up with Scott. He finds himself drawn into Derek’s pack and in the process, drawn to Derek himself. With the Alpha Pack closing in, Derek needs to learn how to trust his pack and those around him. And who better to help him than Stiles?

Protect and Serve by MoonlitMemories

Stiles discovers the Nemeton starting to grow again in the preserve on Hale land. What does that mean for the pack? More importantly: why does the Nemeton seem so attached to Stiles?

Anthracite by LupusScintilla (inkandblade)

It's been a quiet few years, and the McCall Pack has grown and settled. But, when the Hale Pack return to Beacon Hills they find Scott isn't as welcoming as they had hoped. Soon they, Stiles, and Lydia, find out that not everything about the McCall Pack is as it has always seemed.

also if my fics make you sad then maybe write your own with all the characters that you want ❤

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[keferon]

Ooo Prowl deciding to snoop or bug the mecha scientists about how various ones work so that he can better figure out how to keep pilots from getting killed in the field, and Tarantulas being one of the only to actually show him the work plus talk possibilities once the mad scientist realizes that Prowl’s actually listening and genuinely paying attention.

Cue an increasing back and forth of Prowl coming by with new ideas for ways mecha abilities could be advanced for safety or protection, with Tarantulas consistently being the only one to figure out how to do the impossible work needed with their Earth materials (and scavenged Quintesson materials?).

Which then gets pushed even farther as Prowl gets more and more desperate with every death and puts himself front and center for Tarantulas to use as a test subject for their new ideas. Tarantulas’ questionable morals not seeing any problems with potentially dangerous or unstable upgrades bc the science is simply fascinating + Prowl really wants to do this clearly so who is he to refuse. Like Tarantulas is gonna make sure Prowl doesn’t die from such things, he likes having him around too much, but if the side effects are within a certain (dubiously safe) threshold then he’s not gonna exactly mitigate them all that much. (Upgrades for other mecha & pilots might be. A bit less safe comparatively. Tarantulas has a soft spot for Prowl and Prowl alone of course)

Eventually Tarantulas is bringing even more wild and dangerous ideas to the table, and bc of years of results and… companionship, one could say, between the two, Prowl is almost completely trusting with whatever Tarantulas brings to the table after only a quick (and maybe not entirely honest sometimes) rundown.

Which obviously has lead to an increasingly questionable state of Prowl’s general health. Not that Prowl would care as long as he’s able to pilot his mecha and do his job.

As well as increased isolation from many others somewhat encouraged by Tarantulas as Prowl focuses only on his pilot work and being around Tarantulas for brainstorming sessions or upgrades. Withdrawing from many around the base as a defensive measure so he doesn’t get overwhelmed if something goes horribly wrong out in the field- grief could get in the way of directing or helping others to safer situations after all. And this being the way things are for a long while.

Until a certain visored bot crashes into the tactician’s life.

OH MAN IMAGINE

Jazz doesn't want everyone to know that he is secretly tiny because he is shady and sneaky like that. But also his armor is too big to fit in corridors so he can't really follow Prowl everywhere. Including the labs~

So one day he decides that "fuck it I wanna know more" and hacks into security system to look though cameras footages right. And he finds the ones that placed in the labs and discovers the fucking HORROR that regularly happens there.

Bonus points if he doesn't realize that the reason Prowl does all this is kind of. him. Jazz.

He looks at Tarantulas and thinks there must be some kind of shady scheme involved. He thinks that Tarantulas is somehow forcing Prowl to go through this shit.

While the real reason is just. Prowl lost his previous partners. He doesn't want to lose the new one. He is afraid he wouldn't be good enough to keep Jazz alive and Tarantulas is very conveniently here reaching his hand and promising that "You can be better at protecting him and keeping him alive. Sure thing you can save him you just need to let me do a couple of tweaks and upgrades~"

[glitchy1938]

Hi! I don't know if spontaneous posts are still open, but I was wondering if you could create one about Shadow Milk Cookie. The corrupted man attacks villages, but in one of them, he tries to infiltrate as his female version. However, she falls in love with a man named Y/N, forgetting to attack them for a while. Then, she has a son and realizes she's happy that way. For a few moments, his corruption triumphs, and he attacks the village in his original form, accidentally killing her husband and son. He was imprisoned, but after being freed from the tree, he reunites with his husband, Y/N, but she is a woman, as is their son. They are both reincarnated. I would like Gingerbrave to be the reincarnation of her son and T/N to be the reincarnation of her husband, but now she is a woman. Gingerbrave was cared for by Y/N and considers her a mother. Y/N considers him her son, even though they are nothing alike. Please!

I'm So Sorry My Love..... I Never Wanted This....

[Shadow Milk Cookie x reincarnated Reader]

Warning : sad, blood Jam, death

He never thought he would be falling in love at first, all of this was suppose to see if the village was worthy to see and leave it like it is or destroy. He decided to use his identity by disguise himself as a "lost woman who doesn't have any home", he then meet you. You were a simple cookie who worked in a baker shop not too far from your home, you were just pick some Berry for your pie then you meet her gaze. He then act to take advantage of you and see if you'll fall for him in this form, but to his supriced, you just told him that he can come with you and live as long as he want with a kind smile.

When you two arrived in your home you give her some hot cocoa, Shadow milk tried again to butter you up as she take the cup, "This is such a lovely cabin you have~, what was a generous cookie like you doing all alone~ ?" She's taken back when you told her that you enjoy solitude here, it bring you peace and a sense of calmness , your world unaffected by Shadow milk's attempt at charming you. She find it intriguing from you, so she decided to stay here a little longer.... Nothing special....

As time passes you two became inseparable, she enjoy your company much more the just a mire intriguing thing.... She then realised that she fell in love with you... You were the first to confess your feeling to her, as she accepted with no lies... No acting... Just.... Pure love.... You two got married and one day, you had a little boy to complete the picture.... He was hiper active, kind, and Brave... Shadow Milk never thought he would've been this happy before, having a family..! He felt... Peace... After so long.... But alas.. Happiness never last long for villains...

He doesn't know exactly what happened, but there was only fire, destroyed houses, jam, and crumbled cookies.... He was still in his disguise as he called you and your son praying for you two to be alive, but it was useless.... He found you both dead.... Your son was next to you as you were hugging.... You probably attempted to protect him but that cause you both the end of your life.... He couldn't believe it.... no... Not you...!! He... He can't live without you !!... He cried... Uncontrollably as he held you and his boy's body.... Why ?...

After the witches sealed him him and the others, he couldn't think anything else but you two... Was this that called a "Breaking Heart" ?... He hated this feeling... The Witches can do whatever they want to him... He just want you two back... !! Centuries passed, and when he got free, he start with his minions to cause deceice to cookies for fun until he meet Gingerbrave, from the distance, he can't help but fell like the young cookie remind him of his son... The same energy, passion, bravery... He doesn't want to be fool and think one second that it was him but... Reincarnated.... But then there is you.... You weren't a boy, no. You're... A woman... But... You still the same... Same kindness, sound, manners... But also, you were like a mother to Gingerbrave...

Always caring to him and his friends, he even called you "mom"... He doesn't know if it's fate or not... But he doesn't want you near him or even Gingerbrave and his friends... He doesn't want to make the same mistake he did back there and unable to save you both...

[rootbeerrex]

ok jackbat nation here's my jack lives AU timeline for them:

-everything is the same as canon until Jack loses his fortune and spirals into his depressive episode, at which point he and Dana decide to take a break (as they should because he was Not doing Well), and she goes to live somewhere else

-This is the event that makes Jack focus more on Tim, and feel the need to investigate his activities more

-he finds out Tim is Robin in the exact same way, and the confrontation happens in the exact same way

-(same as canon) Tim quits being Robin for a while

-(same as canon) war games starts and Jack allows Tim to go back being Robin

-identity crisis is where things really start to diverge

-Tim and Bruce get there in time to both Boomerang & Jack, and take boomerang into custody

-bruce knows boomerang wasn't smart enough to do this by himself, so he tells Jack that it isn't safe for him and Tim to stay at the apartment and they should stay at the manor until they find the real culprit because it's got better security

-jack wants to protect Tim so he agrees

-they move into the manor temporarily

-they catch Jean

-jack is like "okay we can move out now!" but Bruce is like "yeah but like. there are other security risks. you should stay here bc you can't protect yourself" and ofc Jack's toxic masculinity hears "you're a weak stupid idiot baby who doesn't deserve to live because you don't have vigilante training. he thinks you don't deserve to live. can you believe that." so he goes off on Bruce and Bruce is just like "two different supervillains have found your home in the past 4 months. you need to stay here." and Jack is getting ready to yell at him again before he's like "wait two? wdym two. Bruce. Bruce batman wayne what do you mean two." and Bruce is like "yeah some guy sent an assassin after Robin but I handled it so technically they didn't make it your home but it's close enough. security risks and all that."

-jack subconsciously realizes he is actually in significant danger, but he has to make it about Tim in order for his brain to accept that he needs help, so he's like "ok we'll stay here but NOT because I need protection, we're doing it bc Tim needs protection because YOU keep putting him in the line of fire so you need to do a better job protecting him so we're fucking staying here. fuck you."

-Jack tells Dana that he and Tim are moving in with Bruce because he's "worried about the violence in the city traumatizing Tim" and that his "old friend" Bruce Wayne was generous enough to offer them a place to stay while "Tim recovers from the trauma of the gang war." it physically hurts him to type out every single on of these words (oh yeah he emails her he doesn't even tell her in person because he's actually a really really bad liar and knows he couldn't do it) but it's better to have to pretend to compliment Bruce than to admit that he's scared.

-jack and Tim move in and the insanity Really begins

anyway do y'all see my vision.

[sturnswiftie]

if dealer!chris ever hurt crybaby (burnt her with a cigarette on accident) what would his initial reaction be

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you're in chris's room, everything dim and warm and quiet as you curl into his side, picking at a thread on the hem of your sweater while he flicks his lighter open and shut. the cherry of the cigarette glows soft between his fingers as he talks, voice low and lazy.

you lean forward to grab your lip balm off the nightstand, and that's when it happens: a small movement, a sharp hiss, and the cigarette brushing the soft skin of your upper arm.

you jerk back with a startled gasp, eyes already glassing over as the sting blooms. chris freezes at the same time, almost as startled as you. and then everything happens fast.

"oh—fuck. baby."

the cigarette falls forgotten into the ashtray with a quiet hiss before he's reaching for you, but it feels like his hands are suddenly too big, too rough, fumbling to grab your arm as gently as he can. his thumb ghosts over the tiny red spot like he's scared touching it will make it worse.

"you okay? did i—shit, i didn't see you movin'—" his voice is strained, shaky, already cracking with guilt.

you're just too quiet, staring at the burn with trembling lips as you blink quickly, your boyfriend recognizing that as your way of trying to keep tears at bay.

"aw, sweetheart, no, no, no—don't cry, baby, please—shit, c'mere." he tugs you into his lap, cradling you like you're made of glass. one hand comes down to rest on your waist, the other carefully cupping the injured arm like it's the most delicate thing he's ever held.

he kisses your temple, cheek, and your shoulder over and over like he can kiss the pain away.

"m'sorry, i'm so sorry. didn't mean it, baby.. my baby, my pretty girl. i wasn't payin' attention—goddamn cigarette shoulda never been near you—"

you don't say anything in response, but a sniffle leaves you as he takes in your wide, watery eyes, and the way you cling to his hoodie like he's somehow still your safe place.

chris shushes you quietly, pressing his mouth to your hair. "shh, shh, i got you. gonna take care of it, okay? gonna fix it. lemme see it, honey. just for a sec," he insists when you initially shake your head, lower lip pouted out in a way that breaks his heart.

he grabs a water bottle from the mini fridge in his room before pressing the cold plastic gently against the mark on your arm, nodding his head like he understands when you immediately begin to whine and squirm.

"i know it stings, 'm right here," he murmurs softly, noting the way his quiet coos begin to make you settle. "there y'go, that's my girl.."

he knows you need some sort of ointment on the burn, but at the sight of your current state, he decides against it for now. instead, he wraps you up in a blanket before setting you in his lap like you can't possibly sit anywhere else. every couple of seconds, he checks the mark again like it might've gotten worse while he wasn't looking.

"does it still hurt, baby?" he asks quietly. "wanna ice it more? want me to kiss it again?"

he watches as you nod, pouty and sniffling, and he can't help but melt, the fact that you still need him drawing out some of the tension in his chest.

"i'd never hurt you on purpose," he whispers, brushing your hair out of your face. "y'know that, right? you're my girl. s'posed to protect you."

he holds you tighter when you hiccup a tiny "i know," into his chest.

©sturnswiftie

[toastytrusty]

i think it finally clicked what about cassian and luthen's relationship i find so compelling. when cassian officially joined the rebellion at the end of season one, he effectively surrendered all of his autonomy to luthen. "kill me or take me in." he literally put his life in luthen's hands. he clearly had very little will to live, and beyond giving luthen the choice to kill him, he gave luthen the choice to give him purpose again. and not Just purpose, either, but full control over the rest of his life, as well. he became part of the cause because he felt he had nothing else left, and was either going to effectively kill himself, or let someone else dictate every single thing he does until he dies anyway, now with a reason behind it, now able to plausibly deny it being wanted. it's simultaneously an admittance of defeat, where he is telling luthen that he won, and an act of defiance, where he is challenging luthen to discard him rather than use him. and obviously luthen would rather use him.

but then there is the bix aspect. cassian's hopelessness at the end of s1 implies that he did not, at that point, see bix as an adequate reason to keep going. not as a reason to stay alive, not as a reason to stay present in anyone else's life. it was not worth remaining an individual, for her sake or his own. and obviously a lot of that is from the insane depressive grief that the whole Ordeal of s1 + losing maarva was. but still. he was very closed off, and singlemindedly thinking about his own ability to give himself to the rebellion. which makes his protectiveness over her in s2 all the more compelling. he is repeatedly getting worked up over her well-being, and acting out in ways that are possibly jeopardizing to the rebellion. it's such a fascinating transition, and regardless of how they got there again, i think in season 2, cassian sees bix as his last place to be human. the one person in the galaxy he can be an individual with, rather than a tool. which is why, in my current, ever-evolving understanding of these characters, i think he gets so contradictory and confused about what he wants from her. he wants her to be strong and a soldier so they can go to war together, because the war is so terribly important to him, but he also wants her to prioritize her own safety over anything else and never put herself at risk, because if he loses her he loses himself. this is necessarily the conflict between them.

which comes to the incredible exchange between cassian and luthen about bix in episode 6 of s2, where we can see how much this conflcit is affecting cassian. he can't stand that luthen is potentially putting bix in danger, and can't stand that luthen is treating them like droids, rather than people. but then. then luthen Reminds cassian. he reminds cassian that he already surrendered his autonomy. he already surrendered his individuality. "we're not who we were when we started." cassian chose this; chose to change for this, chose to give up being a person for this. he doesn't get to now choose to put bix, his one haven, over it. she needs to be able to handle herself, because cassian asserting himself by worrying about her compromises their entire system. "you will have to decide when it becomes too large a problem." but cassian's response is the most important part: "no. that's gonna be up to you." he's essentially turning it back on luthen. if luthen expects him to remain compliant in the way his role calls for, then luthen needs to be fullfilling his side of it, and making sure cassian has an environment that he Can remain compliant in, without compromising anything. "you want my blood? you help me solve this." he is finally standing his ground on something to luthen, asserting himself in a way that is basically begging luthen to let him submit again. he wants to be part of the cause; he still wants to be able to lose himself in it, but he also needs bix, and will not give up the life he knows is possible to share with her.

[circeyoru]

Hi! I wanna try this Solo Leveling request which could potentially become a story! If you don’t like it, could you at least tell me why deny it?

Anyway, Jinwoo x Fem Alternate-Universe Shadow Monarch Reader Platonic! Jinwoo accidentally stumbles onto an alternate reality where instead of him being favored by the System and gaining shadow-like powers, a young girl around Jinah’s age does so. Although kind, far too polite and shy outside of battle, when in battle, she’s all serious, merciless, and her brain goes overdrive thinking up strategies, weaknesses, etc. She’s still strong physically but far more weaker physically and in terms of experience compared to Jinwoo. In exchange, her greatest strength is more for her intelligence and as a tactician, spotting minor things that could be weaknesses, taking the environment in consideration to her advantage, finding loopholes, and fighting alongside her Shadows for combo attacks, so she could be intellectually smarter than Jinwoo.

If possible, I would find it interesting if like if Igris is Jinwoo’s knight, Fem S/O’s knight could be Baruka, that ice elf Jinwoo failed to resurrect as one of his Shadows. She probably won by outsmarting him and his clan with her own army. Fem S/O could be like Jinwoo, considered an E-Rank when she is at least an A-Rank or close to being S-Rank herself but she prefers nobody find that out and will try making that her secret like using a magic item to hide her stats in case someone tries to analyze her with some skill. Plus this way, she can be sneaky and everyone will underestimate her until it’s too late.

What’s sad is that Fem S/O had been mistreated by others her whole life, by her abusive family who believe she’s pathetic and ugly when she’s at least average pretty, bullied by students at school with the teachers looking the other way, nobody helping her at all thus S/O never receiving any love. She’s even kicked out and forced to live in a tent in a forest (like Tohru from Fruit Basket) when she had first awakened and wanted to save her money from adventuring instead of handing it all to her parents. The only thing going on for her is her trying to find happiness and genuine kindness in the future and saving up money for anything important like a house.

She’s still so sweet and kind that even her own Shadows worry for her and is protective towards their cinnamon roll master. She and Jinwoo might have some mentor/student or sibling-like relationship. If possible, Jinwoo might actually be able to take her back with him and adopt her into the family.

Okie doki. Yup, I got an essay-type request. Shocked the heck out of me when I first saw it in my inbox. Anyways. So I admit this one was hard to plan cause it's basically set up as a long series type of deal but not sure if I'm up for it (and if anyone's interested.)

For now, the prologue or teaser is up for you guys to see if you like the idea and want to see more from this. Just click the title below and you'll be sent there.

Inhumans Among Humans _ Prologue: The Plead and The Awakening

[Sung Jinwoo x Alter AU Shadow Monarch Female!Reader - Platonic | Monarch Change AU]

Well, planning stories are hard but fun. I love a good challenge. Though any ideas, you guys can shoot me an anonymous inbox or comment in the post is fine. Can't promise I'll cater to everything, especially if it's stuff I already have planned.

PS: (if you read this far) I have a few major scene set, like up to part 3 I think, it's all a BIGGG part cause I'm doing it by arc (according to the manhwa and stuff). So if you're interested, don't be shy~

[carylmeanslove]

Open Letter:

Nicola Coughlan & Luke Newton,

Dearest to us Lukolas-Polinators of the whole Bridgerton fandom, enduringly & lovingly called Mom & Dad (Not weirdly, like you called yourselves on the set of S3),

We miss you both SO very much. Not being able to see you both in the same place hurts. It's depriving the world of something so wholesome, beautiful, pure & real. We understand there may be some things right now that's causing you to pull your wonderful connection from us, hiding the pure light of it from all from us.

We are hurting without that light. We are of want even for just a little bit of it; it's lost to us right now & in its place is a horrible group of so-called fans that treat us so horribly only for them to be so horribly & wrongfully evasive towards you both. Even when we have tried to get them to stop.

Those "fans" don't believe in the pure light & the real connection you two have or the beautiful people that you are. No, they rather believe you both to be immature, spiteful children who are hating on each other. Those that think that you are pulling those that truly care for you so much (us true loyals fans) in the middle of it all. We know you are not the people they think you are. We Lukolas-Polinators, we don't think so little of you. We know better than them.

They think we are blind, but we know what we believe & we don't abandon those we love & start hating on them instead, then just doing stuff putting you both in danger. We unlike them are royal. We know, we sense that there are probably external forces hindering you from sharing your pure & good light with us again. We miss it but we don't try to force you into anything. We are just hoping first & foremost that you both are healthy, safe & happy. Please keep safe together. In your little corners (on set & anywhere else) & sharing your light with each other, enjoying each other. We hope to soon get to get even a little bit of that light again. We love you & we love your light & connection always.

Our hearts feel it; our spirits feel it. We also know what it looks like when someone is hurting & that what is causing that hurting is partly why we are being deprived right now of something wonderful. Our hearts are going out to you both. We wish we can get a sign from you to know you got this message & that you are alright. So, then the naysayers/haters can stop thinking so little of you to think you are beefing. Today if you can, or asap. We understand if you can't. We know you may be busy. We will still be waiting.

Just know that we are all pulling our collective prayers, energies & sending a healing & guiding hand to protect you & help you to reach the goals you want to reach so that you can share your pure, beautiful, wonderful, united light with us again, as much as you're willing to.

With pure love & hopeful hearts.

The Lukolas-Polinators

[magnuspanoptes]

another thing is that jon is basically in captivity for the first four seasons. he can't quit the head archivist position so that makes him. a captive. and the archivist job is intended to make him a victim of prolonged and repeated trauma. it's not immediately apparent because he isn't being kept in a literal attic but figuratively he was in the attic. the attic just happens to cover his whole life. and elias is responsible for every assault (by proxy), but since his alignment with the eye, i.e. role as the watcher naturally precludes him from getting personally involved in any of it ("My inclinations, predictably, were more toward watching than doing the deed myself." - mary keay in MAG 62), their relationship is operating on this weird and ambiguous note where jon is aware that elias is responsible for his captivity but he's never been subjected to the experience of elias personally hurting him. he's very condescending and paternalistic with jon (father moment) but he just won't. do that. in s3 jon knows there are monsters out there who want to hurt and kill him, but not elias! elias is the only one he can look to for any semblance of protection, elias is the only one he can ask, "am i still human?" because you see. he has absolutely nowhere else to go.

[magical-sweet-kitty]

The cat with starry purple eyes hid behind her loved as best as she could, because she knew Savannah would protect her, no matter what, the pink haired girl took a glance at her beautiful star, who was severely injured and in pain, Savannah was biting her lower lip so hard that it was actually hard to believe it wasn't bleeding, she ran her fingers through the black locks of hair of the Seventh before looking back up towards Count Dogulos, levitating far from the ground.

-I can't believe it, these are supposed to be the strongest warriors you have?- he was laughing like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard.

He looked over at the first general, in the ground, being held back by one of Count Dogulos' henchmen as he cried and tried to reach for his daughter, his laser gun was shattered, he had no way to defend himself, he then looked at Savannah and put all of his trust in her, to save all the Zolarian people.

While, the moment Savannah saw Count Dogulos get distracted she quickly zipped up her harness, then she immediately took out her grapple gun and fired the hook at Count Dogulos' spaceship all so fast that he didn't even notice until the gun retracted and Savannah was by his side, hanging on the bars of the ship...

Before Count Dogulos could react she had already thrown herself at him, and they started fighting.

It was extremely intense and painful, he was much stronger than her, but she didn't look like she was going to give up at all, no matter how hard he bit her she always scratched back, it was clear that Count Dogulos was regretting thinking he could win this...

-Cats are simply an inferior race, they do not deserve to even be alive, much less be free if they are alive, it's just facts, the K-9 Unity is simply superior, they should serve us or just die.-Savannah looked at him with wide eyes, full of rage, she was absolutely ready to destroy him.

And so she did, she grabbed onto him as tight as she could before hooking the space ship with her gun again, they both swung to the other side of the Space ship, much farther than before, which was much closer to the sun... And then she let go off him, before pressing the button that would bring her back to the ground, watching him be absorbed by the gravitational pull of the sun...

As Savannah landed back onto her wheelchair she breathed shakily, before looking at the dog holding the first general down. Said puppy ran away in absolute fear of what he had just seen, and all ok K-9 returned to their planet, not daring to mess with the Space Age Woman and her kitties ever again.

★★★★★

-Why don't you want it...? You are.. our queen...- The seventh said sadly as she held her crown towards Savannah, while everyone else had dropped theirs to the floor.

-Zolar doesn't need a ruler-Savannah said using her ACC device-It has never had one and it should never do, believe me, what you are doing is good enough, your sense of freedom and love is perfect, your acceptance of others and the way you assure all of them matters is what makes you Zolarians. Please, don't lose your freedom, and don't lose yourself.

Every cat was absolutely speechless, but Savannah started speaking again.

-I didn't save this planet to have a shiny crown or to rule the galaxy, I saved it to save all of you, I love every single one of you, and you all deserve to be free.- and then she put the crown back on her beautiful kitten's head, before kissing her forehead and signaling her to follow, signaling all of them to follow.

Seating on the center of the kitty cat star, where the Seventh daughters live and also where decisions are taken.. and also where the first attack was fired... Savannah pressed the call button and everyone that wasn't already there immediately came, for that button triggered a noise that only cats and cat people could hear.

-Space babies. Today I have the pleasure to announce that love has won today. You don't have to fear anymore, evilness was defeated. Go and play and have fun and love each other and be free. And remember that love is the closest you can come to another person, because it's the closest you can come to being another person.-

[sad-klown-syndrome]

Fr the only ppl I've seen pushing this "Transandrophobe is synonymous with Trans Woman" thing is self proclaimed "trans women/fem allies" (so its safe to assume they aren't a trans woman/fem themselves)

But...the only time they ever talk about trans women/fems is when they're comparing them to trans men/mascs and using this comparison to shit all over trans men/mascs (meanwhile using the "support" and "protection" of trans women/fems as a shield) hmmmmmmmm

These are terfs and radfems trying to paint some fucked up picture that any trans man/masc who tries to defend themselves or talk about their experiences is inherently a transmisogynist SOME OF THEM LITERALLY REGURGITATE TERF RHETORIC WORD FOR WORD

99% of the trans women/fems I've seen talking about transandrophobia were in SUPPORT of trans men/mascs

Anyone with half a brain knows you're a terf/radfem using your second account to target more trans people or you're someone who hates men and is pissed at the patriarchy so you're targeting a small marginalized group that's already facing bigotry from other angles and people are cool with it bc "men bad" and "masc = man so..."

You can't yell in the governments face but you sure can yell in Kai's reblogs huh? Feel good? Feel like you're sticking it to the man? You're doing exactly what the man wants.

“transandrophobia is the belief that trans women oppress trans men—” NO IT’S THE BELIEF THAT CIS PEOPLE OPPRESS US. WE ARE OPPRESSED BY CISGENDERED PEOPLE. WE ARE TARGETED BY CIS MEN AND CIS WOMEN. LITERALLY WHAT ARE YOU NOT GETTING. WHAT’S NOT CLICKING. YOU ARE A TERF TRYING TO DIVIDE US AND YOU WILL NEVER WIN.