#by shitting on things people like and making fun of them for caring about something like being invested is for idiots

[joyceyayo]

Stanford & Stanley Pines NSFW alphabet Pt. 1

A/n - there is some freaky shit, you’ve been warned.

A = aftercare (what they like after sex)

Ford: He gets flustered after, often embarrassed of things he said or did in the heat of the moment. But that won’t stop him from wrapping his arms around you and cuddling you to sleep.

Stan: If it’s a one night stand, I think he’s partial to leaving right after. Maybe a pat on the ass to say goodbye. but if be really cares for you hes all about aftercare. You often see him smirking after, cocky and proud of himself. He’ll almost always snap open a Pitt and light a cigarette, holding it to your mouth for a drag if you ask nicely.

B = body part (favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

Ford: He always says his brain, but if you say he’s annoying and cheated, he’ll give you his honest answer. Which is his chin; he never really thought about it until a girl from BMU said he had the perfect mouth and chin to sit on, which had him blushing every time he thought about it for weeks. And yes. All the girls there were that forward. So suffice to say, he got his fair share of pussy there. And he never minded his smile; he liked how you could always tell him and Stanley apart from their smiles. And you can’t disagree with any of this :)

Stan: His arms. When he hit puberty, he barely noticed and honestly disliked the broad shoulders and big arms he was developing a bit. It's just another thing for people to pick on him for. But one day, when he and Ford were next to each other in the mirror, Ford said something about, “How are we genetically identical, yet you’re the one who got dad’s arms?” Ever since, he didn’t seem to mind them.

C = Cum (where they like to cum ofc 😋)

Ford: Inside of you. All day. Every day. Not literally, of course. Or maybe…? He doesn’t know. What he knows is that all day every day, his brain is wracked with thoughts about stressful and dire shit he can’t control one bit… but when he fills you up, it’s like a switch is flipped that turns all of that off, and he’s just with you.

Stan: Tits, ass, face. The man isn’t picky as long as he gets to cum on you while looking right at you.

D = dirty secret (a dirty secret obviously)

Ford: This man steals your fucking panties. Used ones, too. You’ve found the panties you thought went missing accidentally left in his pocket while doing laundry. You playfully scolded him while slapping his arm with them, calling him a dirty old man. But you let up a bit because he was so cute when he got embarrassed about it, turning bright red and chuckling.

Stan: takes Polaroids of you sleeping after sex… he thinks it’s normal enough. He keeps them in his bedside table, and depending on how long you last, you will go for years oblivious to such photos.

E = experience (how experienced are they?)

Ford: experienced enough to make you feel great. I mean, he went to Backupsmore… I feel like they get freaky, but not Ford. Was definitely a virgin until college, but had his fair share of fun when he got there. One time took notes while watching an orgy. He had so many questions… not many were answered.

Stan: very experienced. When he was hopping from state to state trying out his brands, he was also trying out the women; he can't tell you how many times he'd got blown and ridden in the stan mobile... and he didn’t mind it.

F = favorite position (this goes without saying)

Ford: good ol’ fashioned missionary for Fordsy over here. He could give you love bites all down your body in that position for hours and probably will

Stan: doggy. He wants to pull your hair and pull your ass onto him. He’ll never get enough of watching his cock disappear inside of you, and that’s something you’ll just have to come to terms with ;)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Ford: Serious, he’s not thinking enough to joke around. He’s in a primal headspace where even if you made a joke, he’d just groan and shrug it off, getting back to work.

Stan: it depends on the vibe you’re giving off. If he feels like you’re being more playful, he’ll naturally act that way.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Ford hasn’t even thought about it; he’s clean. And yes, absolutely, he’s grey all the way. If you do mention you don’t like his body hair, it will reward you with his most embarrassed and distraught look, but he’ll trim it up without a second thought.

Stan: He knows he has a lot of hair, don’t mention it. Around his 40s, he just stopped fucking caring. He thinks it was the shoulder hair that did him in.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Ford: as intimate as you can imagine. He doesn’t just fuck Willy Nilly. He only gets into bed with someone he cares for. So there’s a lot of kissing and sweet talk from him, an ‘I love you’ every 30 seconds if you’ve said that to each other.

Stan: Again, it entirely depends on who he's with. If it’s more of a one-night stand, he’ll get a bit scared off if you’re too romantic. But if you’re together… you’re in for it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Ford: He does it to keep a straight head when he’s alone, without you, but overall, when he’s with you, he feels no need to do all that.

Stan: partook in it a lot when he was on the road, not in a way he ever did before. He did it not to think. But that was before you. When he’s away from you, he finds himself doing it while thinking about you, drifting into a fantasy where you are touching him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Ford: He hates to say it, but breeding. He can’t get enough of the primal feeling of cuming inside of you… and you don’t mind either.

Stan: cuffs. Maybe it’s all the times he’s been in them that it turns him on to be the one putting them on and deciding when they come off. (Of course, if you asked to get out, he’d do it readily)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Ford: He really quite enjoys the routine that may seem mundane to some, such as getting into bed with you each night and making love with you after a long day.

Stan: again, he doesn’t mind fucking in his car; in fact, he loves it. His seats go wayyyy back, too ;)

A/n more coming soon!

[ladyloveandjustice]

Fall 2024 Anime Overview: Magilumiere Magical Girls Inc.

Premise: Monsters called Kai are threatening ordinary people, and only magical girls can stop them. However, being a magical girl is no longer the domain of teenagers, and has evolved into an actual career dominated by adult women. Companies employ magical girls and send them out to exterminate Kai. Kana is having a hard time getting her first job. But when she ends up helping out a magical girl, she’s invited to become one for a small, scrappy company. There’s a lot for Kana to learn…

This was my favorite magical girl show of the Fall 2024 season- and how amazing is it we had three new ones for once! There's a lot to love about Magilumiere! For one thing, it gave me something I always crave: Adult magical girls (or magical women, though they’re called magical girls in this show). Much like how classic mahou shoujo often explores the struggles adolescence and growing up, this show uses mahou shoujo as a way to explore what it’s like to be a young woman entering the working world. Kana struggles to grow her confidence and adjust to her new job, but with the encouragement of her boss and co-workers, she discovers her own talents.

All of the magical ladies are pretty fun, with my favorite being Hitomi Koshigaya, Kana’s senpai in the work place. She’s a brash and raucous woman who loves kicking ass with shit-eating grin, she only ever wears tracksuits when she’s not on the job, she talks like a delinquent, bursts with confidence, and she’s very protective and sweet towards Kana. Basically, she’s goals, everything I love about soft hearted delinquent girls only she’s actually a grown woman this time! Wow!

But we also get introductions to plenty of other cool magical ladies, all who approach their jobs in a different way where they can learn from each other.And the women are always treated respectfully, visually and by the narrative. No jarring objectification or anything like that.

The show has a bit more of a focus on men than you’d expect, since while the magical girls fight on the front lines, Magilumiere’s engineer/tech support team are men, and the boss and his mysterious backstory is a big part of the show. However, they’re all good characters! And the show does still put a big focus on women, exploring their relationships, their development, and all the cool magical girl fights they can get into. It is so nice to see some hype magical lady fights, and rather than the unfortunate animation poor Acro Trip got, this show does pretty well with its visuals and fight scenes. The story especially lot of fun with the transformation sequences, and I love to see it.

The show also has a lot to say about corporate world, and it feels like it’s only getting started on that. From the beginning, it makes sure to contrast the way Magilumiere operates from the more cutthroat business of larger companies. The company’s boss, Kouji Shigemoto, was previously a partner in a much larger business, but seems to have left because how they were doing things didn’t jive with his ideals, and now he’s in charge of start-up where he's very focused on the best possible experience for both his employees and customers. He’s contrasted to his previous partner, who’s gone on to grow a big company that only cares about efficiency and the bottom line. His old friend doesn’t care about property damage or the feelings of the people who need help, just getting it done quickly and going on to the next job. He fires his employees casually, and doesn’t seem to care about them.

Meanwhile, Shigemoto is a very encouraging presence in his company, who checks in with his employees, talks to them, supports  them, and really respects their input. Magilumiere makes a point of avoiding property damage and finding ways to help the customer, even if it’s a lot more trouble. He describes himself as wanting to “protect” peaceful moments where they can just hang out and have fun. It may come off as being a little too worshipful of start ups, but I don’t think it’s trying to say all startups are like this. Shigemoto started his with the specific goal of being kinder to his employees and being true to his ideals, and that’s not a thing that applies to all startups. 

It's not saying anything groundbreaking so far, like it’s definitely not deeply questioning the hellscape of capitalism right now, but the message is nice, and I’m interested in seeing where it goes. The fact magical girls are privatized despite providing a life saving service is interesting, and I wonder if the show’s going to touch on this too, since it’s been implied there’s a grim origin involved. And then there's lots of a little jokes about tech companies too. The fact the magical women suck monsters up into flash drives after defeating them is honestly so funny.

The story also gives some brief shout outs to struggles real women face in the workplace—it’s mentioned there’s people on not-Twitter who mock magical girls for being “old” and just seem to want to harass and criticize them. But this hadn't really been explored in depth so far, which I’d like to see from the show. It would also be nice to see exploration of gender on the tech side of things--- like in the real world, it’s really notably male dominated. We’ve gotten some focus on one woman CEO and one girl engineer, but the gender imbalance is very much there. 

 The show disappointed very slightly by briefly throwing out that men’s magic is “too aggressive” (whatever that means?) and that’s why it’s all magical girls, which is a too-common gender essentialist explanation for women dominating a fantasy action story (see: Claymore) that has weird implications. Why can’t a lot of girls just be really good at magic? Why can’t it just happen to be a female dominated career but there are some magical boys? (And the fact the the explanation has to be like, guys are just TOO strong, TOO cool, TOO manly is like. lmao okay.) But it is a throwaway line that doesn’t ever come up again (and it does at least frame it as a ‘mystery’ they might figure out someday).

That brings me to an issue that may be uncomfortable for some viewers- Shigemoto wears a magical girl outfit while he’s working, and when he’s introduced the angle and vibe is intimidating and Kana reacts in shock and possibly fear, possibly playing into transphobic stereotypes. The next episode, however, makes it clear she’s specifically be shocked that it’s a middle aged man wearing “cosplay” at work rather than ever saying it’s the dress, the other employees are chill about it, Kana gets used to it, and the narrative moves on pretty quickly.

However it comes up in a minor way a couple more times, with Kana saying she's surprised Koshigaya worked there after seeing the boss dressed like that (Koshigaya’s response being ‘hey you decided to too! People in this company are interesting, aren’t they?’). Another magical girl doesn’t seem put off by it at all, but immediately assumes it’s business related. It is implied there’s some sort of work related origin for his cosplay and it's possibly tragic, but he does definitely enjoys the clothing (and has a nice skincare routine) and the male characters are always 100% supportive, with one of them particular often discussing fashion with him, if there should be more ribbons etc.

So yeah, YMMV over whether it crosses over into transphobia (or edges into it) but I’ve definitely seen way worse. I feel the series is mostly supportive even if it’s like “hahaha it’s a little weird right!” it’s not outright mean to him about it (imo).

The pacing may be a little slow sometimes, really wanting to cover every moment of the manga, but it’s always a good time, and there’s plenty of hype moments. The concept is so interesting and has so much potential, and I feel like the show is running with it.

The show has been unfortunately been confined to Amazon Prime, where a lot of people probably missed it, but it seems to be doing well in Japan and a second seasons already been announced, to my delight!

Over all, if you’re a magical girl fan or are just interested in a good show that explores magi-tech, working adult issues, and has some cool ladies fighting and bonding, I really recommend this one.

[scorpionickiss]

Look at your houses to see how areas in life play out for you. positive house = that domain is easy for you; afflicted house = that domain might be challenging.

(before reading this, look up astro-seek.com and draw your natal chart there and look at which houses have the most positive aspects like trines, sextiles, etc.)

POSITIVE

1H: possibly no problem with self esteem, how you present yourself to people, how people have the first impression for you, you have an open mind approach/are willing to expand any approaches to life. you love to shine in public and present the best version of yourself. probably very healthy

2H: you may be a wealthy individual, maybe self-made. coming up with routines will not be a problem for you, you always follow them. you prize your possessions and you are very careful on how you spend your money. you may be very strict about work ethics, this person could be a leader in their job.

3H: you communicate effortlessly, your communication skills are always remarked. if you have any siblings you have no problems getting along well with them. you bond over people over your social interests and oftentimes they are fascinated with how you present your interest. you have no problem forming connections.

4H: you may live in a rich house, you may have a stable family, or form a stable family yourself, you love doing self-care routines for yourself, you have no problem making stable connections with potential partners for life, you are most likely a feminine individual, you have a good mother figure or will become a good mother

5H: a love life might feel like a fairy tale, very playful. you might have a lot of fun with your partner and you might often do something creative together, visit art museums, music museums and such. you have a rather dramatic and playful self-expression sometimes, and your style might be like that as well: either something dramatic, either something playful.

6H: you have no problem regarding your gut health. you are super clean and you love to organize your space as much as possible. you love pets and you want to have a shit ton of them. however, you might feel the need to work with people too much and also help them. might work as an advisor, like a therapist for example.

7H: you get along well with your coworkers, and you might meet most of your friends at work. you may find excellent business partners and you can make excellent projects with them. you might meet your partner through your relationships at work. you might get promoted at workplace because intersocial skills that could bring progress.

8H: you might find yourself obtaining significative inheritances throughout your life. might be interested in occult, might work in a cult. might make money out of witcrtaft/astrology/things like that. you might spend your life with someone that is willing to provide for you, whether they like it or not. might have lived significant changes throughout your life

9H: you are a very curious individual, fascinated by other cultures. you might learn a lot when travelling and be fascinated with whatever places you visit. you could have a lot of cross-cultural relations you learn a lot from. you might have strong beliefs that you learned from other places.

10H: very popular at work, often admired by people at your workplace. you might have a strict structure in your workplace, which might attract a lot of positive attention. you effortlessly expertise in areas you pursue. you might be very masculine. might have/had a good relationship with your father or GOOD father figure to someone.

11H: maintaining online friendships is most likely a problem for you. might have met a lot of your friends through mutual connections. you are very liked online, might even be an influencer and benefit from it. you are skilled at reading the room in any situation. you might be quite a nerd!(in a good way) you also have very strong hopes and wishes.

12H: you might be fascinated with anything older, might get along with older people. you dream a lot and turns out that your dream turns out to be true. might be fascinated with the concept of death/afterlife. you might have a lot of secrets and you are good at keeping them.

A/N negative edition will be up soon.

[jazzyolivervo]

Gonna keep disputing stuff this dumb hate blog says every day until it's gone forever cuz I love my friends~

The idea that Justin fuckin' Chapman OF ALL PEOPLE is a clout chaser who only sees representation as a selfish benefit is laughable to anyone who's even met them once. Considering they're my friend, I can confidently say that this interpretation of Justin is wholly incorrect.

I've talked with Justin regarding representation in the show before and I can tell you with confidence that it is something they care about. Stuff like Painty coming out, the Bot storyline and everything with PayJay was all sincere. As an LGBTQ+ individual themselves, this shit means a lot to them. Quite frankly, I think Justin is one of the most sincere individuals I have ever met.

As for the "ableism apologist" comment, I can safely say I have NO idea what they're on about. But you gotta remember this blog specializes in saying things about people without even the smallest scrap of evidence to back it up.

I WILL say however, it is absolutely hilarious to call people who make and/or enjoy a fun little show about objects problematic or "posies" (this still gets a laugh out of me), while also apparently being pro-taliban if the other posts I've gleamed are anything to go by.

Anyway, I've reported a few posts from this user that very clearly threaten harm onto my friends and I hope Tumblr will see it fit to nuke it. But until then, I'm gonna use it as an opportunity to speak highly about my friends cuz they're cool people who are worth talking highly of <3

[hexalianrebel-blackfeathers]

The T.I.C.K.L.E. Bomb (@squealing-santa 2024)

Panda’s Notes: Happy late holidays to @gingerlee-holds, my favorite Tumblr sibling. >w< I'm sorry about this being so late, but between two different sicknesses and trying to get into college again, I have not been having a fun winter. I was really excited about writing this the whole time though, and I'm kind of proud of it, so I hope you like it too.

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Izuku Midoriya knows a lot of things. Probably too many things, to be honest. Probably too many things that he shouldn’t know. Things that can get a stupid, overthinking, adorable, unfiltered wiseass in trouble if he isn’t careful with the information or what he does with said information.

Information like, say…

How to build a bomb?

Why the fuck would he even need to know something like that?

Better question: do you want to know too?

-TRIGGER

Important to know about things that explode: There’s always a TRIGGER. Like a button; if it gets pressed, explosion happens. Usually, it’s something as simple as an actual button of sorts, or maybe a timer ticking down, or a clock. Sometimes it’s as complicated as a remote signal or a light pattern, or the position of Jupiter in relation to the Dog Star or some shit. Now, some people might think of the trigger as the final piece, but for methodical overthinkers Midoriya, it’s a key place to start. You want to make sure you have your keys before you lock a door, and you want to make sure your trigger is stable before you build the rest of the bomb.

Science favors the consistent, after all.

“Deku!” Bakugou snarled under his breath, glancing over his shoulder to find Midoriya spinning a pen casually between his fingers.

Midoriya blinked curiously, innocently. What was Bakugou upset about? They could usually get through class without him making a scene, at least.

Bakugou glared at him pointedly—a warning—before he looked back at his own worksheet.

Midoriya smirked a bit to himself, catching the “pen” in his palm and clicking it. The tip of the pen extended into a short pointing stick, just barely the length of Midoriya's forearm, and he tried to keep quiet as he leaned just enough to drag the tip down Bakugou's spine.

He flinched sharply, his breath catching on a stifled giggle as his shoes squeaked against the floor.

The room was suddenly tense as Aizawa stopped talking, and a few of their classmates held back their own laughter as he glanced over his shoulder with glowing eyes.

Midoriya had clicked the button as quietly as he could, stashing the fake pen up his sleeve and folding his hands on his desk as he bit his lip.

And the second Aizawa huffed and looked away, Bakugou was glaring a hole straight though his head.

Yep. Trigger’s good.

~~~~~~~~~

-INCINDIARY

More often than not, the bulk of an explosion’s destruction comes from the fire that happens afterward. While not every bomb results in a fire, those that do require a spark to ignite them. Now, it’d be easy to mistake this spark for a TRIGGER, but it’s more of a second step. Like so: The trigger is activated, and the INCINDIARY starts the reaction.

Midoriya combed his fingers through Bakugou’s hair, smiling softly at the way he leaned back into the touch. Bakugou rested his head against Midoriya’s knee, sighing through his nose as he tapped the controller in his hands.

“You do realize you need to bring the iron back to base at some point, right?” Bakugou huffed.

“Mhm…” Midoriya nodded, scratching gingerly at Bakugou’s scalp. “I already said I will. Just like you said you’d help me build the mob spawner.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes and groaned. “I’m gonna build your fuckin’ mob spawner after I bring back these damn mangrove saplings or whatever they’re called.”

“Aw, you’re thinking about the colors already?”

Bakugou huffed, shrugging his shoulder slightly as Midoriya’s fingers started to crawl over his ears. “Shut up…”

Midoriya snickered, leaning to bury his face in the blond hair before he glanced back at the screen they were sharing. As he spotted Bakugou’s character sprinting back into the compound they’d built, Midoriya leaned to grab his controller. He opened the door to their iron farm, hardly taking a step outside before he threw a single snowball.

“Why do you have your dogs wander—” Bakugou had started to ask, only to flinch as the snowball hit his character. “Wait, did you just—No!”

In an instant, four of the dogs that Midoriya had gathered were attacking him all at once. Bakugou stammered, torn between wanting to avoid damage and not wanting to hurt Midoriya’s pets. Unfortunately, this left him a few blocks short of his house when his character dropped over dead. As his side of the screen glowed red, he watched Midoriya’s dogs nose around his fallen items, apparently picking them all up.

“I told you this mod pack was great.” Midoriya giggled tauntingly, reaching to play with his hair again.

Bakugou grabbed his hand, taking a breath as he spoke slowly. “I didn’t get to reset my fucking spawn. Do you know how many levels I had?”

Midoriya was unfazed, smirking playfully and leaning to look over his shoulder. “And that’s why I built the emergency base at spawn. And the levels can be sorted with the five clerics that you said were a waste of time to level up.”

Bakugou pouted heavily, grabbing Midoriya by his shirt and angrily kissing his cheek.

Definitely a simmer. For now, at least.

~~~~~~~~~

-CASING

Funny enough, this can swing from the least important to possibly the most crucial. The CASING, naturally, contains every essential part of the device, and it can range from a simple clear housing to an intricately designed piece of hardware meant to camouflage into its hiding place.

“If you have even half the brain you had literally an hour ago, you will fucking untie me.”

Midoriya pulled a shocked face, not that Bakugou threatening him was surprising or even offensive anymore.

What will always be shocking and offensive, however, is betrayal, which is the only word that can describe tying your partner’s hoodie sleeves together while he’s half asleep during a cuddle session.

“Deku, for fuck’s sake, can you not go one day without being a little—?”

Midoriya had stolen a soft kiss on his lips to shut Bakugou up, his hands starting to crawl along the hem of his shirt before scribbling playfully up his sides. Bakugou huffed and cringed, biting back a smile and trying to writhe under him.

“Y-You—C-Cut it out!” He growled through snickers as his squirming made them sink deeper into the beanbag chair.

“Why~?” Midoriya asked playfully. “Is something bothering you?” He pressed his thumbs along his sides before squeezing at his hipbones.

“Fuck off!” Bakugou snorted, finally attempting to pull his arms free of his sleeves.

Midoriya quickly shifted his hands instead, wrapping his arms around Bakugou’s ribs and nuzzling into his neck.

Bakugou blinked warily before giving a half-amused huff and returning the tight squeeze.

“Dammit, Deku…” He chuckled, rolling his wide-awake eyes at Midoriya pretending to sleep against him.

Casing secured.

~~~~~~~~~

-KINDLING

Unlike everything else, KINDLING is the only truly optional piece of a device. Consider it an extra enhancement to the INCINDIARY. When the fire starts, it might need a little fuel to keep it burning, just in case.

Midoriya stretched his hands as he yawned, groaning tiredly as he pulled one back to run his palm over his face.

The other hand, however, was caught before he could pull it back. A calloused touch ran up his palm before fingers laced with his and squeezed softly. Or not, actually; that kind of hurt. Midoriya snickered and opened one eye, finding Bakugou sitting beside him on the bed and apparently debating whether or not to crush his hand.

Bakugou glanced down at Midoriya’s face before pressing a chaste kiss on his knuckles. “’Sup, fucker?” He greeted with a slight smirk.

Midoriya pouted, squeezing Bakugou’s hand in return as he glanced toward his bedside table. “It is barely eight in the morning; why are you already like this?”

Bakugou shrugged, letting Midoriya’s hand fall as he moved to lie down beside him. “You seen my blue hoodie?” He asked casually, resting his chin on his arms.

Midoriya hummed as he rolled over to look at him. “Not lately. Why?”

The blonde huffed curiously, glancing to meet Midoriya’s eyes. “You positive? Because I asked Chipmunk the other day. She seemed pretty certain the last place she saw it was with you.”

Midoriya might have hesitated to answer, and Bakugou might have noticed his quick little flail for words. “You think I would lie to you?” He tried to sound sweet and innocent.

“You don’t want me to answer that.” Bakugou sneered slightly at the way Midoriya pouted and turned away from him, reaching to scratch gently along Midoriya’s spine. “But, I suppose I’ll let it slide for now. …Y’know, assuming you are telling the truth.”

Bakugou gingerly traced a few shapes on Midoriya’s back. “If I find out you’re lying…” He whispered playfully, grinning as the other boy squirmed. He shifted to pull Midoriya into his arms, nuzzling softly into the crook of his neck before pushing himself away. There was a soft pat on his leg and a sneaky tickle on his foot before Bakugou walked out of Midoriya’s room, and Midoriya stretched as the door shut quietly.

And as soon as it did, Midoriya rolled over and reached into the sliver of space between his bed and the corner of his walls, pulling up a soft blue hoodie with a bright yellow belly and four red circles on its back. He couldn’t help giggling as he hugged it to his chest for a moment before hiding it again.

It’s almost time~

~~~~~~~~~

-LOCATION

There’s a dumb little saying in real estate: ‘Location, location, location’. And while real estate, as a concept, is stupid, there is truth in such a saying. The final LOCATION for a device determines everything: from the speed of the TRIGGER; to the shape of the casing; to the type of incendiary. Now, something to consider: when planning something so meticulous as a bomb, one occasionally needs to be much more hands-on. For example, certain locations need to be carefully prepared before the big event.

“I still think you’re going to die.” Uraraka teased gently, resting her hands on her hips as she watched Midoriya work.

Midoriya acknowledged her comment with a casual sort of noise, kicking at the side of the pile of pillows he’d built up around one of the beanbag chairs in the corner of the commons. “You’re probably right.” He shrugged. “But I still say it’ll be worth it~!”

He shouldered past her playfully, scooping a quilt off of the couch and dropping it with a slight flair of his arms. She giggled and followed along, stacking up a few of the stuffed animals she had brought for him.

Less than an hour now…

Midoriya’s hands might have been shaking. Every breath made his chest fill up with butterflies. As he walked through the hallways in the stolen hoodie, he almost wished he could make use of its fake flame vents just to drain some heat from his face. At the same time, the weight of the round, chubby beanbag critters he had were practically burning a hole in his pocket, as if they were begging to escape. He almost told himself he could hear their whiny little pleas, but he knew it was his own inner voice just egging him on.

When he finally pulled the trigger, he almost felt like he wasn’t in control. But he felt his weight pressing his shoulder into the barely-opened door, and he felt the weight of the three blue—and one brown—toys as he threw them like grenades.

Bakugou had barely looked up when his door opened, and his hands had just reached his headphones when he was hit with four little beanbags that squeaked out their names on impact with his head and torso.

Time stood still. Bakugou stared in slight disbelief at both Midoriya and his choice of weaponry. There was the slightest hint of a grin on his face as he picked up one of the critters and cradled it in his hands. Frankly, that alone was almost worth it; Midoriya smiled brightly as he watched him…Right up until Bakugou’s gaze fell on him again.

His soft smile shifted, his entire face twisting into a vicious sneer. And Midoriya felt chills run up and down his spine.

Game on.

~~~~~~~~~

-EXPLOSION

…I suppose I have to paint a picture, because I want you to really understand. Every bit of preparation; every piece—material and conceptual—involved; it all culminates in one glorious moment. A single instant. A dazzling EXPLOSION. In the proper hands, the event is masterful. It’s exhilarating; it’s chaotic; poetic, even.

And it’s so damn fun.

Midoriya shrieked excitedly as he sprinted through the halls back toward the stairs, already laughing through panic at the knowledge that he wasn’t getting out of the proverbial blast radius anytime soon.

“You scheming little shit!” Bakugou barked after him, grinning like a fiend and struggling not to laugh himself. “Get back here so I can kill you!”

“You’re not catching me that easily, Kacchan~!” Midoriya taunted, sparks of black and pink energies zapping through his hair. He reached his hands out, a pair of Blackwhips lashing from his wrists to grab the closest stair railing and catapult himself down.

“Oh, you fucking cheater!” Bakugou called, and explosions crackled as he boosted himself down the stairs after his fleeing partner.

Midoriya had just barely gotten out of Bakugou’s sight as they left the stairwell, rushing as best he could toward the commons when he was suddenly tackled off of his feet.

The common area was quickly a mess of scattered pillows and stuffed animals as the pair wrestled, and Bakugou didn’t bother trying to grab his hands when it was much easier to just grab his hips. Instantly, Midoriya was squealing with helpless laughter, his own hands grabbing at Bakugou’s wrists as he sank into the pile and tried to kick.

Bakugou couldn’t help smirking at him, letting his fingers scribble under the hem of his hoodie to squeeze around his stomach. “You’re such a damn menace, y’know?” He snickered, leaning to press a kiss to Midoriya’s neck and relishing in the squeaky giggles it got.

Meanwhile, Uraraka and Iida peeked over from the stairwell, with Iida holding a stopwatch in one hand.

“Bakugou definitely goes easier on you two.” He teased, chuckling as Bakugou whacked Midoriya with a pillow before pulling him into a hug. “Took him almost two minutes to catch him this time.”

“Look, not all of us can run at the speed of sound, Emergency Exit.” Uraraka taunted back before nudging Iida playfully with her elbow. “Bet you I can beat my record before you beat yours though.”

Of course, Midoriya didn’t the whole “making a bomb” process a secret.

[ally1uvsu]

Freezing. | Choi su-bong (Thanos) x Nam-gyu

Summary; Where Thanos can’t really help but notice how Nam-gyu constantly makes paws with his sweater, and how he sometimes rubs his hands together. Just to his luck, it doesn’t take long for him to discover that Nam-gyu’s body is weirdly cold, just like his hands. Info; fluff, mentions of drugs (avrg thangyu behavior tbh), it’s that whole cold body and warm body shit, definitely ooc but who cares? I don’t, feelings realization because why not, cuddling, Thanos just thinks a lot on this 😭, both of them ponder over their feelings for each other but don’t necessarily speak up, hand-holding (slightly), overall just these two being really, REALLY, gay. Notes; they’re both real gay and we all know it like.. why is Nam-gyu so clingy like chill Thanos is all yours.. anyways uh forgive me if this is bad it’s like nearly 1am and I’m getting the most random ideas but i’m also exhausted so hence why this is so short bye. And also, the lowercase thing is intentional.

It was right after the second game, that stupid pentathlon one. Honestly, it was kind of fun considering the fact Thanos was high off his ass the whole time, just like Nam-gyu.

Nam-gyu, who speaking of which, Thanos was eyeing just now as he watched the short-haired man in line for his food. Thanos couldn’t really help but notice something now that the effects of the drug kind of rested down after the game. Nam-gyu was constantly making sweater paws.

That made Thanos furrow his brow, he observed him rub his hands together before letting them fall limply to his sides as he stepped up in line and grabbed the food from the guard, and Thanos drifted his gaze elsewhere, not really feeling like being caught staring.

The group sat together as always, yet Thanos was a bit quieter than usual. He was thinking, was Nam-gyu cold? Hell, this place wasn’t even cold, surprisingly. It was kept at room temperature and sometimes it even got stuffy after the games due to having over 100 people inside a room to sleep together.

His gaze drifted to elsewhere in the wall as he picked on his food wordlessly, some might as well just think he’s high, at this point. And then Nam-gyu leaves to the bathroom at some point and Thanos is staring again. Which doesn’t go unnoticed by a girl beside him, Se-mi.

"You’re staring." She said teasingly and almost matter-of-factly, shit, was it really that obvious? Yes, it is and he knew it. "Didn’t peg you for the kind of guy to have a thing for people you treat like sidekicks." She snorted, even though Thanos knew she was just teasing, his heart involuntarily skipped a beat.

"The hell would I be staring at him for?" Thanos replied back, although with less bite to it than it’d usually have. "I’m just observing, jeez, a guy can’t even stare anymore nowadays."

"I never said you couldn’t, but you sounded really defensive over there.. sold yourself out." Se-mi said before standing, giving him one last glance. "Y’know, it’s not that hard to see it, honestly. You both don’t even try." And then she left.

Thanos paused, it wasn’t hard to see what? Whatever she was implying.. it wasn’t something the rapper was totally opposed to. Well, in his honest opinion, he has always been bisexual, he often leaned towards women.. but doesn’t really have an experience with men.

But something Thanos can’t deny is that he indeed does find Nam-gyu weirdly attractive at certain points. Well, mainly the way he ducks his head down or covers his mouth when he laughs, or when he bites his lip when he’s focused or even nervous.

And then he stopped, why was he even thinking about this again?

And yet, the poor rapper didn’t even have a chance to think further when his gaze locked into the familiar figure walking back inside the room, again with those stupid sweater paws. Seriously, was Nam-gyu really that cold all the damn time or was it some sort of habit?

But hey, at least he could pull it off. If anything, Thanos thought the way he stupidly covered his hands with the tracksuit jacket as if it was too big for him was cute.

Thanos wondered, Nam-gyu had pretty hands, if he also had to be honest. He drifted off again as the man sat by him and began talking about whatever. Maybe he could hold them? Just not right now, in front of everyone. Just to his luck, Nam-gyu’s bed was above his, Thanos was in luck.

He just kept nodding here and there to whatever Nam-gyu was talking about, and obviously, he noticed it. But didn’t really pay any mind to it, guessing Thanos is just probably high anyways. "And then he messed up on the whole…"

He never would need to know Thanos is wondering if Nam-gyu had a cold body. Thanos knew himself for having a warm body at all times, would it feel good to have Nam-gyu close? Maybe he could use his own body heat to warm him up. And while he brainstormed, whatever his mind picked up from Nam-gyu’s words were all uselessly jumbling up into nonsense into his brain. "Yeah, Nam-su. You tell them." Thanos said without really knowing what was Nam-gyu even talking about.

"It’s Nam-gyu." The other corrected slightly annoyedly, and plus, that didn’t really have anything to do with the topic. Seriously, what was this junkie on? Probably on the pills safely kept inside the cross necklace but whatever, he didn’t have the luxury to pick who listens to him in this hell of a place. "Yeah, whatever." Thanos shrugged at the correction, not thinking much of it, really.

Thanos just really decided to stick to whatever plan he made, which could be considered extremely half-assed. The second it was time for lights out, Thanos found himself sitting on his bunk with Nam-gyu chatting away uselessly about their lives out there.

Well, that was until that fucking voice announced lights would be out in ten minutes, but, at least Thanos could put his plan to action.

"Guess I’ll see you tomorrow, dude. Get some sleep so we can-" Nam-gyu was already standing up as he said that, but he paused when he felt a hand on his. His gaze drifted lower to see Thanos’ hand loosely wrapped around his palm, almost holding it.

"Are you cold?" Thanos finally blurted out, referring to the way Nam-gyu placed his jacket. Thanos let his hand relax onto the other’s, and then he realized just how freezing cold his hand was for some reason. Was Nam-gyu’s body that cold all over?

Nam-gyu seemed to be caught extremely off-guard by the gesture, brows furrowing before he opened his mouth to speak, and yet he didn’t pull his hand back. "Not necessarily," he said quickly, well, yeah, he was cold. But there wasn’t much to do about it and complaining would make it worse.

"Your hands are freezing cold." Thanos said again as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world. "No fucking shit." Nam-gyu said as he finally pulled his hand back. "Whatever, if you’re done holding my hand to state obvious shit, I’ll go to sleep now."

But Thanos didn’t let go this time, determined to buy Nam-gyu with whatever excuse he could find in the moment. "Your body is probably freezing, too. And these blankets are just fuckin’ excuse of an actual one."

Nam-gyu blinked, "The hell are you implying?" And then Thanos scooted over and patted a spot next to him on the bed, looking at Nam-gyu with a almost pleading gaze. He paused for a bit, it wasn’t light anyone would see it, the lights were slowly dimming down to a nothing. And plus, he did feel cold in the moment. Maybe body heat could help him rather than the ass mattress and the stupidly thin blanket.

And then Nam-gyu was sighing and sliding under the covers next to Thanos, he didn’t face him, hell no. Nam-gyu probably would have a heart attack considering how he has been on his head about the purple haired one. As much as he hated to admit it, Thanos’ body felt good against his own. Weirdly warm and comfortable.

He closed his eyes briefly, trying to will away the blush on his cheeks as he felt arms draped over his waist, he could very distinctively feel the rapper’s warm breath on the back of his neck, and it wasn’t long before he felt a hand on his own, with lazily intertwined fingers. He shivered very visibly when he felt a hand slide under his shirt.

Thanos had just found out Nam-gyu’s body was just as cold as his hands, and his own felt actually nice on the raven haired man’s body, they weren’t cold like his, Thanos wasn’t cold like him. Thanos’ body was warm in a comfortable way that Nam-gyu weirdly found himself craving.

"I think I might burn your blanket down so I get to do this more often." Thanos mumbled, a shit eating grin on his face Nam-gyu couldn’t see but he could tell was there. "Don’t you fucking dare, asshole." He said back, but in reality? He wouldn’t mind having this for the rest of the game days until he died, that is, if he does die in here.

And Nam-gyu also found out that he could fall asleep faster than usual with a certain purple haired man with his arms draped over him while his hands were on him.

This probably sucked bye, I’m so sleepy and I have a biology essay due in like five hours and a half and I’m barely halfway through it, enjoy tho:)

[theflopwonder]

He definitely is, but I think it takes him a second to get there.

What I’ve always found really fascinating about him is that, his suits have always been so stylish, but he’s always dressed sooooooo plain out of suit. Like the 00s really stripped everyone of cool fashion, but even in the 90s when Bart was on faucet failure levels of drippy and Tim always had on a funky little varsity jacket or a band T-shirt, the most fashionable thing Kon would be dressed in is an opened button up with like palm trees on it or some shit.

I think his civilian fits are a little plain, especially in Hawaii, for 2 main reasons

1. Fashion, at least back then for him, is more of what’s cool rather than a means of personal expression. He’s Superboy, he’s the kid! Girls love him, guys wanna be him, all things that are dependent on how cool and fly (hah!) he is. If goes out to a club or something he kinda feels like doesn’t need to dress cool, cuz he is cool and that’s his entire point!

2. He funnels everything that’s cool into Superboy (cuz DUH somebody has to be stylish wearing the S they can’t all just be out here looking like identical nesting dolls that’s lame! and when he becomes Superman for realsies he’ll probably have to wear the uniform this time so he might as well make shit fun while he can) but obviously he can’t wear the suit all day every day cuz that’s disgusting so his civvies are more so just a matter of convenience. They’re gonna get destroyed anyway when a villain crashes his coffee date n it’s expensive enough to replace his leather jacket all the time so like … what’s the point?

And when it comes to TT03 … honestly after his time in Suicide Slum falls apart, I think he’s is in such a long-term (but high functioning) depressive state (which would explain the very intense swandive into irrational self hatred after the Luthor thing) that he falls into the T-Shirt and jeans out of convenience. He doesn’t care about what’s cool, he doesn’t care that he’s a shell of himself, he is just so disillusioned in his identity, and frustrated and hurt and mad at the world but he doesn’t know what to do with any of these feelings besides internalize them. So a costume honestly becomes the last thing he’s worried about. He’s a hero, what they do often isn’t cool and isnt a game, so the only thing he should be worried about is helping people and he can do that just as well in a t-shirt and jeans as he can spandex.

When he comes back from the dead, and the worst of the depression lifts enough that he can get a little more clarity, fashion becomes one of the first things he uses to explore his identity. He stops looking at his Conner Kent persona as something to keep up in service to other people, or something meant to save him from himself, and begins to appreciate it as something that’s uniquely his to create from the ground up. It starts simple, he wears his leather jacket again, and despite his assumption, he doesn’t feel like a poser, it something that just like … feels right. And so then he begins to funnel more and more things from Superboy to Conner Kent and vice versa. Some of it works, some of it doesn’t, but it gives him the courage to try new things, things that neither Superboy, Kon-El, OR Conner Kent have tried.

Okay he likes leather jackets, what if he tried guyliner? Oh that look fucking awesome what if he tried doing graphic liner designs? It wouldn’t be guyliner anymore technically (he has … well … very genderly feelings abt this, predictably launching him into another identity crisis [plot twist: it’s all the same, he just hasn’t realized it yet])but it would be cool TTK precision practice? Oh wow that looks fucking BALLER okay okay what if he added glitter to it….. oh hey that duo chrome glitter on top of the black kinda looks like a galaxy … hey it would look pretty cool if his suit kinda had that same effect … maybe he should design another one?

Instead of thinking of coolness as a thing he steps into, he realizes that coolness is something that comes from him, and is based in personal expression. Like damn he might draw some stares in Kansas wearing this DIY crop top but if he pairs it with this funky flannel half buttoned and these high waisted but ripped to hell jeans BAM he fits in AND still looks fucking hot, AND still wearing the clothes that he wants to wear bc he thinks they look fucking cool! All of those things are allowed to coexist!

i’m writing another Big Fic (for me at least) so yk what time it is

[sir-adamus]

every time a rwby character shows up on those fuckass polls it always gets a bunch of shitheads crawling out of the woodwork to shit on the show with fucking unnecessary, spiteful comments about it (not to mention the people making the polls seem to be fucking allergic to presenting shit with any fairness and stacking the polls against the rwby characters on at least two occasions now)

[presidentofthelipglossclub]

no bc deadass the rescue bots are straight up mean as hell. like, they arent evil or immoral they’re just rude. to the point where they’re meaner than the decepticons ok like megatron kept avoiding actually gettind rid of starscream despite the constant murder attempts but heatwave was willing to get rid of two of the other bots (blades after he abandoned a rescue bc of an avalanche and blurr bc blurr). heatwave is more ruthless than megatron which is so damn funny. blades keeps insulting people for no good reason (sometimes it makes sense but like quickshadow’s accent and how she talks made him so upset). chase is harder to see but he’s willing to do anything to follow the rules and he tends to repeatedly bring up other people’s issues (i dont think i have to explain but like example is little white lies. that whole episode). boulder is very sweet most of the time but the instant heatwave gets in on it he does too. multiple times in the show this has happened (off the top of my head when blades got the scoop claw hw and boulder were laughing at him and when hw made fun of blades boulder laughed, also heatwave was saying blurr was super annoying and boulder agreed).

to be clear this is a good thing. i wanna see more complex characters who are still fundamentally good people!! you can be callous, have low empathy, be egotistical, get angry, make fun of ur friends and still make good choices and still help people. you at your worst and you at your best are still both you, but your worst being bad doesn’t mean your best isn’t good. especially because morality wise the rescue bots are the best people. i mean, they aren’t war criminals (or regular criminals), they don’t physically harm others, they don’t put others at risk (at least not intentionally), and they literally had to pretend to be actual machines while risking their lives every day. these people who treated them as essentially slaves were who they had to protect. and they did it, over and over again, without hesitation. and i think they deserve to be a bit rude for that, and because their meanness comes from caring. if they didn’t care they wouldn’t bother to speak up and be heard, even if it’s in a disrespectful way. but they do.

anyways idk rescue bots brainrot and the concept of a fundamentally good society have been eating away at me.

[novella-november]

Is this fanfic friendly? I feel like an outlier.

I guess this is my sign it's time to throw together a FAQ post to link to lol.

Yes, every event for this blog is fanfic friendly :D

Though as I mentioned on my Ominous October post, for events that include multiple short stories, I encourage everyone to flex their creativity and take one of their planned short story fanfics, and at least *attempt* to turn one of them into something entirely original; rebuilding a character and story from the ground up to stand on its own two legs is no easy feat, and that is what makes it so fun!

It really gets your creative gears turning, to make an "au of an existing material" to be something entirely original, and you can be pleasantly surprised about the things you come up with!

As a few people say, its not just a matter of "filing the serial numbers off" -- you have to add in just as much *or more* as what you take out when you are turning a fanfiction into something that is original and completely divorced from its original source material / inspiration, and that is a hard, but very rewarding challenge!

Obviously, this is not a requirement (there's no hard requirements for any of the challenges, other than no cheating, including no using AI),

but if you would like an extra challenge for the short story events and you're planning on doing entirely fan-fiction, I highly recommend trying it out at least once, and seeing where it leads you--

you may find yourself pleasantly surprised by what you find down that rabbit hole!

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Like, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt here that you just care enough about the series to be detailed but just to be clear...if this is some moral angle about officials/scans you are 100% barking up the wrong tree. I don't care, this ain't like my main squeeze One Piece where it's any deeper analysis than first reactions. Something was weird here, two people pointed it out, works for me.

I don't even really think you're wrong about why generally the official version is gonna be better. Just felt like adding the reminder it is fallacious to always go with them simply because they're official. Especially when it doesn't always have to be some shady corporate rationale for wonky official translations. The bulk of what I've come across is just simply over-localization because translation is a tricky business that often requires making a personal judgement call between literal vs. functional accuracy. This isn't the type of thing that needs to be an either/or exercise in taking sides, honestly it's pretty fun peeling back the layers of why something was translated differently though that does require getting ahold of the raw original version which might be harder for a more niche series like WHA. My point though is there's value in multiple translations for anything.

But where I will leave this is just one last thing...once again I'll give you the benefit of the doubt but holy shit please consider how passive aggressive some of this came off in the future. Simply pointing it out like the other comment did was kinda all you needed here. I'm not exactly inclined to listen when it feels like I'm seeing the huge leap from someone using a scanlation for a blog post to assuming they need a lesson on how hard the job of translation is (I have some first hand experience with English/Russian) or that they need a breakdown of simple things like the difference between an interpreter and a translator or the existence of libraries.

I'd melt the same way if someone called me little miss witch. The river rescue was also a nice, low stakes story that was still fun to see play out. Especially how it flows so well into what comes later. But there was one moment that really stood out to me.

I loved this panel. Agete has been the prodigious foil to our plucky main protagonist Coco all this time. And she's been a bit of a meanie too. Which made me not like her. But when we had this moment where she needed to step up and froze? So humanizing while also just being a cool looking panel. I also love the subtle detail of "feminine" magic being derogatory. Which is intriguing in a story centered on four young girls. That contrast to the Agete we've seen as an overachiever and her inner conflict hit so well. But it all worked out in the end.

[pa-pa-plasma]

one of the things that will always destroy me is people believing that good story = darker/more mature/more sexual. this belief has ruined so many stories that could have been amazing & has prevented almost everyone from enjoying other really good stories simply because the age range it's aimed at is one they believe can't have complex themes, characters, plot, etc etc. they don't believe they can be moved by something a publisher or studio decided is for kids & so write it off without even thinking about it. biggest curse of being a writer who actually loves stories & telling them is that literally no one else cares in the most pessimistic, higher-than-thou, capitalism brainrot way you can imagine. & it's all automatic. because that's just what you're taught.

[risingsunresistance]

twitter is entering their "rts > likes" phase now that likes are private after they spent years calling us ungrateful for being demotivated by ratios lmao

[sonknuxadow]

they werent lying that knuckles series barely has knuckles in it

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

one thing abt being disabled/chronically ill that some people don’t get is that sometimes body maintenance that ensures you have the absolute minimum amount of function can also be something that takes away a lot of control and autonomy. you can argue till the cows come home that making those decisions to try and help yourself (or realistically to try to make sure things aren’t worse than they already are) is something that exhibits control and autonomy and stuff, but they can be so limiting in practice because they’re things that take up so much time but have to be done to do anything else

[outer-edges]

r/regretfulparents is my hellscape. i know most of them are just going through hard times and venting and probably don't actually regret it but like. i genuinely think motherhood would be my most awful prison. the whole sub is like the scariest horror game the internet has to offer for me.